#im just mad now. still sad and feeling like a kicked puppy but now i’m mad

[boyentity]

>:(

[cass1opi4]

dad ash dad ash dad ash 🥰🥰

sleepy boys | ashton irwin

a dad!ashton x reader

no pronouns mentioned, but use of the word ‘mummy’

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as much as you loved work, you were unafraid to admit how tiring it could really be - being in a studio for multiple hours a day, multiple days a week, it was exhausting.

today especially, you couldn’t wait to get home and see your boys, you wanted nothing more. it wasn’t often you’d have those days, where you felt so homesick that you couldn’t focus on anything else, but when you did it was awful.

pushing open the door to your home, you were greeted by a tired smile from your husband, who’s head was now turned away from rugrats - a show which he’d always deny enjoying, but secretly you knew he loved.

“hi honey.” he greeted, even his voice showing his sleepy state, he motioned you over with a head tilt, smile still stuck to his face as you complied “how was your day?”

you gave him a gentle kiss before replying “depends.” your answer left him confused, but you were less focused on his confusion and more focused on the adorable state your boys were in.

your son lay on ashtons chest, slow breaths as he stayed sound asleep. ashtons shirt had ended up with a small amount of drool on it, but it was obvious he didnt care. “what’s that mean?”

“it was a good writing day. i got a lot down, recorded like.. three songs. but i missed you so bad i felt sick.” you admitted, watching him pout.

he brought you closer to his chest, you head now placed close to your sons, ashtons arm wrapped around you, his fingers gently rubbing against the skin on your arms “jude and i missed you too.” he pressed a kiss to your forehead, the act always made you feel warm.

“he seems unbothered to me.” you joked with a laugh, pushing the hair out of your babies face, the two year old shifting slightly as you did so.

ashton shook his head “he begged me to let him wait up for you. and baby, you know i cant resist the little pout he gives me - so i caved, told him we could watch cartoons til you came home, but he clocked out about an hour before you come home.”

“ash, you know you’re not meant to let him stay up past 8.” it wasn’t like you were truly bothered, it’s sweet that jude wanted to do that, but 11pm is far too late of a time for a two year old to be going to bed at. “don’t look at me like that, i’m serious.”

ashton looked like a kicked puppy, sad eyebrows and all. “i’m sorry, my love. you know i am. but he was so upset, he said he needed your goodnight kisses. i just felt for him, you know? i get it, i need them too.”

it was impossible to get mad at a man like ashton, he was the most amazing guy you’d ever met, maybe the most amazing guy ever. he could never do any wrong.

“i’m gonna get him to bed, and if you’re not too tired, i could make us some food and you can pick a movie?” he suggested, carefully moving your head off of him and slowly getting up from his seat on the couch.

you picked up the remote, scrolling through netflix til you found your choice of movie, ashton eventually came back to the couch, passing you a bowl of your favourite food.

“thank you, baby.” you smiled, him giving you a kiss, his little way of saying ‘you’re welcome, i know, i know, im amazing’.

you both quickly finished eating, your head then finding its way back on ashtons chest, his arm draped around you as both of your eyes lay trained on the movie.

your brain, however, was not focused on the movie, but instead on ashton’s heartbeat, his breathing and the way his arm felt around you.

you could live in moments like this forever, the world seemed as if it ceased to exist to you when ashton was around - he was your sole focus. he could make an empty room seem so full, you loved that.

“daddy?” a small, croaky voice broke your thoughts, eyes darting to a half-asleep little boy rubbing his eyes as he walked into the living room. “mummy, you’re home!” he grinned, rushing towards you and happily engulfing you in a big hug.

you whispered to ashton with a sigh, “and this is why we don’t let him stay up past his bedtime.” wrapping your arms around jude, “why are you awake, buddy? it’s 2am.”

“just woked up. dunno why.” he frowned, kissing your cheek. “really missed you, mummy.” he pouted, eyes big as he began tearing up.

“oh honey, it’s okay. i’m here now.” your heart broke for him, you were only away twelve hours, you didn’t think it’d hurt your little boy this bad. “let’s get you back to bed, i’ll be here all day tomorrow, okay?”

you picked him up, ashton following you to jude’s bedroom, watching as you tucked the boy up in bed and kissed him on the forehead. “can i have a song?”

ashton sat down on the edge of the toddler bed, you moved to grab the guitar from the corner of the room, passing it to the older boy before sitting down on the comfortable carpet.

the second ashton began strumming, you were mesmerised. it’s what began everything with the two of you, his music, you’d been close friends with luke since high school - and when his band took off, you’d instantly taken notice to the cute drummer with the emo bangs and godly voice.

you didn’t dare make a move until one of your friends basically forced you to, when you and ashton were 18 you sent him a text. one he’d constantly joke about to you, but it really did take all your courage to send it.

you went on a date, stopped talking a week later, and a month down the line ashton called you, claiming he fucked up - telling you he couldn’t get you out of his mind.

ashton finished singing ‘hey jude’ your boy was asleep by the middle of it, but ashton knew you were infatuated by it, so finished the song anyway.

“wow.” you breathed out, quiet as to not wake the sleeping toddler again. ashton simply grinned, gently placing down the guitar and taking your hand, pulling you back to the living room. “you’re so talented, ash.”

“means a lot coming from the most talented person i’ve ever met.” he complimented back, pulling you into a kiss. “i love you.”

you melted, even after all those years he still made you feel butterflies with those words. “i love you.”

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not proofread, if ive made a mistake please tell me!!

it’s 4am and i can’t sleep bc my cramps are too bad. but hey, finally finishing the requests that have been rotting in my drafts for a good while. sorry it’s short, i seem to be unable to write long fics :(

[nightghoul381]

*KICKS DOWN THE DOOR TO YOUR ASK BOX*

HI ITS ME IM THE PROBLEM ITS ME

okay okay okay so SO SO FLUFFY SILVIO IDEAS i have a lot it was very hard to select one so i kinda combined a few ideas into a general THIS KINDA THING

UHM BUT BUT

how about something suuuuper soft with some dancing and cuddles and and and just something so sweet and fluffy like a big ball of candy floss... maybe mc gets a lil drunk so she's freer with her feelings and gets VERY SOFT AND SAPPY ON HIM

ahhhhhhhh (/▽＼*)｡o○♡

ahh i feel like a hyper lil puppy GJOEGOHREGHJO heehehehheehheheeheheheh

Here you go love! Fluffy Silvio just for you 😊😊😊 I hope you like it!!

Silvio POV x Reader Fluff WC~ 1k

Ahh, damn it. I knew I shoulda been keeping a closer eye on you. I swear I leave you alone for one second and you’re so drunk I can hear your laugh from across the room.

Sweeping my gaze through the crowd, I finally see you, surrounded by some of the noblewomen you’ve befriended since coming with me to Benitoite. Your cheeks are so pink and the smile on your face so genuinely happy I have to fight back the jealousy that starts clawing its way out.

You turn your face and meet my eyes and somehow your expression seems to light up even more. I don’t even try to hide the satisfied smirk that comes to my face, knowing I make you so much happier than anyone else feels amazing.

We meet up in the middle of the room and you’re nearly bouncing with excitement.

“My wonderful Prince, love of my life, guardian of my heart!” You exclaim, grabbing my hand and holding it to your heart.

I jerk my hand away, blushing furiously. As I struggle to calm myself I feel you clutching my arm and pressing a kiss to my shoulder.

“Ack! don’t do that. You’re gonna get lipstick all over my clothes.” I grumble. I’m not really that upset and you’re completely unbothered as you start twirling around, dress flaring from your hips.

“Can we dance? Please?” You plead, looking up at me with those damned gorgeous eyes. I can’t say no to you under normal circumstances, but when you’re like this I just want to keep that child-like joy on your face. You’re too fuckin’ cute for your own good.

“Yeah, we can dance.”

I barely have a chance to react as you throw yourself into my arms, giggling happily. You reach up tugging my shoulders down and press a kiss to my lips.

Ah, shit… Everyone can see us! I try to pull back gently but your grip is ridiculous tonight and you keep working your lips against mine, letting you tongue dart out here and there, knowing how flustered it makes me. My face is getting hot, really hot, I gotta put a stop to this. I end up grabbing your wrists, freeing myself from the onslaught and pulling you behind me.

I ain’t riskin’ you pulling that kind of stunt again. I march us right back to my room and don’t release you until the door is closed behind me.

Turning to face you, my heart drops. You’re sat on the floor, looking so dejected and upset and… damn it.

“Why’re you so sad looking? You’re the one who attacked me in front of all those people.” I huff, trying to figure out why you’d be reacting this way.

“But you said we could dance.”

Your voice is quiet, but I can still tell you were letting yourself get choked up over the disappointment.

Letting out a sigh, I drop to my knees beside you. You start to turn toward me but end up hitting me in the face with your hair as you whip your head the other way. You’re mad now, great…

“Can you at least look at me when I’m tryin’ to make ya feel better?” I mumble, reaching out, gently cupping your cheek with my hand and putting just enough pressure to get you to finally look my way.

I nearly burst out laughing as I catch sight of your grumpy expression, but I just barely manage to keep it in. You’d be so mad if I started laughing, but you’re so goddamn adorable I can’t stop the smile that springs to my lips.

“That’s better. I wanted to tell ya that just because we ain’t at the party anymore doesn’t mean we can’t still dance. If we go out on the balcony, you can still hear the music and everything.” I offer, but you still don’t seem entirely convinced so I add, “This way I don’t have to stop ya kissin’ or touchin’ me or whatever…”

Then I see your face morph into a victorious smirk.

“Haha, I’ve got permission now!” You cheer, jumping up and throwing your arms around me.

“Gahh! You little shit! Were you playin’ me this whole time?!”

“Like a fiddle,” you snicker into my ear, peppering my face with kisses.

You wanna play that game? Count me in. I sweep my arm under your legs, rising to my feet and carrying you out onto the balcony.

“I meant you don’t have to stop while we’re dancing. So, you only have permission while we’re dancin’, got it?” I state, setting you down and fixing you with a challenging stare.

The playful look on your face remains as you once again launch yourself at me, locking your arms around my neck.

“Dance with me, Silvio.”

I place my hands on your waist, yours on my arms. In no time we’re swaying in time to the distant music, my forehead pressed against yours. Everything seems to fall away as you rise to your toes and press the sweetest kiss to my lips.

Your eyes are filled with so much love as you pull back it’s almost dizzying. Never before has anyone shown me even a fraction of the love you’ve given me, and you just keep showing me more.

“I love you so much, Silvio. You make me feel so special, so important. I see you and my day becomes so much better just having you there. I can’t believe how incredibly lucky I am that you love me. You mean the world to me.

Affection swells in my chest to the point it almost hurts. When did you end up getting me this wrapped around your finger? I pull you close, burying my face in your hair, breathing in your comforting scent. Honestly, I don’t know if I’ve ever been happier in my life. I feel your arms come around my back, hugging me, and I feel like my heart may explode.

“You’re my world.”

The whisper leaves my lips involuntarily, surprising me almost as much as it surprises you. You lift your head to look up at me, eyes brimming with tears.

My eyes widen and I look away, willing my face to remain free of the heat that I know is dusting my cheeks.

Without a word, you press yourself against my chest, hugging me even tighter.

“You’re my world too.”

[latibvles]

SAD, BEAUTIFUL, TRAGIC.

beautiful, tragic // look at us now.

i have left the door unlocked, just in case.

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SUMMARY: The nurses return to a battered and tired Easy Company, and soon, Daisy will return to her people as she'd been dreaming about for weeks.

WARNINGS: none.

When she told Private Turner she’d be bringing supplies, he probably didn’t expect two other nurses carrying them. She, Ginny and Rita, all carry a wooden crate of bandages in varying sizes, plasma, sulfa packets, and at the top of Daisy’s crate is a precious bottle of penicillin. She leaves Jane, with Catherine there beside her, the latter giving her a bear hug. Whatever concerns or grief she felt in Daisy’s absence — she doesn’t show it on her face as much as the others had.

There are other things — dry socks and newish gloves that aren’t nearly as tattered as their older counterparts. And Daisy has a pair that fit like they’re supposed to — but she keeps Hoobler’s tucked away in her pocket. Ginny doesn’t ask why she doesn’t toss them.

She edges around the nitty-gritty, but mentions the patrol itself. The one casualty. They didn’t know Jackson, either, but both Rita and Ginny still frown all the same.

“I told Patty to write,” Ginny adds, offhandedly, over the sound of spluttering engines and wheels crushing gravel. “At least we’ll get an address. I was thinking when… when we all went home, it wouldn’t hurt to see her.”

“Any news on 326th Medical?” Daisy asks in response, to which Ginny just shakes her head.

“Nothing they can tell me.”

It’s not an answer Daisy’d been hoping for, but she doesn’t let that show on her face.

They roll in, as a truck rolls out. She’s gotten used to recognizing their faces even when helmets cast shadows across them, so she recognizes Dick, and Ron too. There’s something in Dick’s hand — she assumes it’s the report. Ron stares out pensively, until the truck rumbles to a stop and he catches her stare. She shifts her attention to Dick, and then to Ginny as she goes to grab one of the crates from the back. Then, with her head held high and the crate in her arms looking more like a trophy, the blonde approaches.

“I know my Lieutenant is an absolute gem to be around, Captain Winters, but a heads up before you borrow her next time would really be appreciated.” He doesn’t smile, not fully, but something in his face softens as he looks down at her. Relief seems to be the order of the day, if it’s anything to go by. Daisy almost feels like she’s intruding. And then, like he’s remembering himself, he clears his throat.

“Apologies, Captain Brant. Good to know she’s back in the right hands,” Daisy can hear Rita’s snickering as they slide out. “Clarke knows where the CP is. Doc’s right over at OP 2.” Daisy looks over at Rita.

“You want me to take that? So you can…” Rita smiles, a little more tight-lipped than what Daisy’s used to.

“Really excited for me to wring ‘im out, huh?”

“Maybe a little.” Rita snorts, shaking her head and rolling her eyes.

“This first. Malarkey’s in second, right? I’m sure he’ll recount it for you in great detail once I do anyway.”

Daisy gives her a nod, and the two women follow her to Company CP — and Lipton on the couch, like it’s his sworn duty to protect the damn thing, but George greets them with his usual bravado as they head inside. She narrows her eyes. Lipton looks up and gives her one of those kicked puppy dog smiles, the ones that make it hard to stay upset with him for long. Daisy sighs, sets the crate down next to Ron’s ever-growing collection of loot perched on the piano, and grabs the penicillin.

“I come bearing gifts.”

By the afternoon, Lip is on his feet, sans wobbling, and more alert than he was in the days prior. The medics come and refill their kits and take extra too. Daisy helps Luz with the gloves and socks and other things, Rita slips off to OP 2 with Roe, and Ginny and Dick exchange quiet words for a few moments until the other officers seem to gather. She doesn’t miss the occasional searching eyes, that question on the tips of the men’s tongues that they don’t ask. Where’re the rest of you? The fear of the answer being something you don’t like can be a hell of a deterrent. She’s a little grateful that they bite their tongues, the ones familiar to them throwing a joke or a line.

Welsh, light and playful, throws Dick one of those ear-to-ear grins when he walks inside.

“Aw, you didn’t tell me we were really rolling out the welcome mat!” Ginny rolls her eyes lightheartedly as Harry beams at her like he’s just won a gold prize.

“You sure he doesn’t need to be sent back? Maybe wrapped in bubble wrap? And can we send Nix with him?”

Sent back. Harry laughs all the same, none the wiser — and Ginny probably doesn’t even realize the correlation Daisy unwittingly makes. She’ll be going back with them after this. Her people. And of course, she’s grateful for it, not having to worry about her own friends and if they’re alive or dead, lapsing into some sort of comfort in taking charge of a group of nurses.

But Easy has Ron now, which it didn’t have before. And she doesn’t want to be separated from him — but that’s a bit selfish to lament over. But she really can’t help it. Not when she looks at him and he’s got that sort of contained smile on his face, genuine but minute at the same time. Likely feeling her stare, turns his head. There’s a knot forming at the forefront of her thoughts when he catches her eye, raising a brow slightly.

She reaches over to give Ginny’s arm a squeeze, muttering out a bordering-on-flimsy excuse about grabbing something from where she slept. It isn’t necessarily a lie, because there was the comb and a toothbrush and the rosary on the dresser — but it’s not at the forefront of her thoughts as she makes her way up the stairs.

Daisy almost laughs when she hears the footsteps trailing behind her as she makes her way through the door, turning her head to look at him.

“You waste no time,” She observes, before quickly adding “Door.” He looks up and down the hallway one more time before shutting it.

“Sometimes when you’re thinking hard about something, you almost look mad,” Ron responds looking over her face. “But I don’t think I did anything this time, so I don’t think you’re mad at me.”

“Nothing beyond sleeping in a chair, if I scared you that bad.” But Ron furrows his brows, taking those few steps forward, looking over her face. He doesn’t reach out to touch her otherwise for a few moments.

“What is it then?”

“It’s nothing. Really.”

“Daisy.” He isn't forceful, but a frown tugs at his lips, almost disapproving at her immediate dismissal. She has to look down at his adam's apple or the pins on his collar. She can’t will herself to look into his eyes, her hands balling into fists as she tries to ground herself.

“Patty got sent home. Everyone thought I was…” Daisy doesn’t finish the thought, taking in a measured breath. “And I’m not— I’m not mad I’m going back. I want to. I miss… everybody but…” Another shaky inhale, shutting her eyes, then letting out an exhale. Daisy feels his hand grabbing her fist. She unfurls it, wrapping her fingers around his. “I have a bad track record with these things and yeah there’s Mourmelon but what after that? If you have to do another jump or- or they send us to a hospital? Or you get wounded again and I can’t…” she doesn’t realize how hard she’s holding his hand until she sees her knuckles turned white. Daisy loosens her grip, lets out a puff of breath.

She didn’t get to say anything to Patty. She didn’t even know. She doesn’t know if she could take it — Ron being whisked away, their last words to each other being something without weight or merit. But she doesn’t know how to convey that — how terrified she is of saying goodbye to him.

“The last time I left you alone you swam across a river and got shot in the ass. And then I didn’t see you for a month.” She decides on.

Ron almost smiles at that, rolling his eyes.

“The last time I left you alone you wound up in Foy,” He pulls her into his arms, firm around her waist as he ducks his head towards her shoulder for a moment, and Daisy wraps her arms around his neck. It’s a tight embrace, like he doesn’t plan on letting go for a while. She hears him take a deep breath, turns his head, and presses a kiss to her hair. “That wasn’t nothing, Dais.” She doesn’t have it in her to debate him, so she doesn’t.

“I just need you to be careful, Ronnie.” she whispers tentatively. “You’re going to do what you need to and that’s fine but just… whatever comes next— I need you to be a little careful.” She can’t tell him not to take any risks at all, she can’t ask him of something that goes against his duty as a soldier. He loosens his grip, only to reach up and hold her face in his hands. His thumb swipes across her cheekbones and she finally looks him in the eye.

“I’ll try.” Ron offers. He keeps doing that motion, the tip of his thumb circling the apple of her cheek.

“Promise?” His lips press into a line. “To try, I mean.” Ron’s face relaxes again, and he leans forward, pressing his lips to hers slowly, before pulling away just enough to speak.

“I promise to try to be careful, Dais.” He mutters, each word making his lips brush against her own. It reassures her a little, but it isn’t the cure-all, so Daisy just leans forward to kiss him again, not caring for their noses bumping as her lips find his.

It’s soft and slow, her hands resting on his waist, her face in the warmth of his palms, and her eyes fluttering shut. She lets herself get lost in the feeling of his lips moving against her own, how everytime he pulls away, she knows he’ll come right back in a moment. He always does. His hands move downward, to brush against her jaw, grazing down her arm before settling on her hips and squeezing a little, reassuring. Her stomach does a flip, like this is the first time he’s kissed her, like this is the first time she’s ever been kissed.

Click.

Daisy pulls away all at once, head turning to the side, face flushed when she realizes it’s the click of the door, prepared to stammer out a plethora of excuses despite Ron’s hands still holding her hips like she’ll slip away if he doesn’t keep a grip on her.

Ginny stares back at her, with a slightly parted mouth, and pink cheeks, looking between the two of them as Ron lets her go and coughs into his hand.

“...good thing I didn’t let Rita barge in. She would’ve screamed,” It’s more directed at her then at Ron, Ginny hardly even acknowledges him. “We’re uh… headed out soon, Dais but I’ll let you uh… wrap this up? Yeah. We’ll go with that.” The last time she saw Ginny that flushed was last summer. She’s never seen the girl duck out of a room so fast. Daisy dares to look at Ron, who looks undeniably amused.

“You forgot to lock it?” He shrugs.

“If it was any of my guys they would’ve knocked.”

“That’s still not—”

“There’ll be plenty of doors with locks in Mourmelon,” She attempts to swat his arm as he almost snickers at his own joke, but he moves out of it and she narrows her eyes. “Won’t happen again. Promise.” He then moves to push some of the hair from her forehead, pressing another kiss there. Daisy rolls her eyes, smiling to herself.

“I’m holding you to that one too then, you know.” She warns him as he makes his way to the door.

“Mhm. I figured.” He returns. He doesn’t say anything more than that though, as he exits and leaves her to her own devices. Daisy’s quick after that, grabbing what she needs to and heading down the stairs. Ginny’s face is still a little pink, but she gives Daisy a nod. Rita lingers by the doorway — the goodbyes are quick, and more like see you laters than anything else.

“Dick says they’re being pulled off the line tomorrow,” Ginny offers in the jeep. “We should be following soon… so… shouldn’t be too long.” She gives Daisy a knowing look. The latter just smiles, rubbing the nape of her neck. Rita narrows her eyes. “Alright, okay, what did I miss?”

[ilove-sexydilfsnmilfs]

•Trust•{A Adam Stanheight fanfic} Part 3

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Orion arrived home drunk and dizzy after her encounter with Adam at Scott’s party. She felt like shit, physically and mentally. As soon as she entered her apartment she ran to the bathroom, barely making it into the toilet “fuck..” she groaned breathlessly as she brought her head back up. Everything was just so fucked up, Adam was with another girl…she made an absolute fool of herself and worst of all…she said those really fucked up things to Adam.

After throwing up everything she ate in that day , Orion showered and got ready for bed, laying down on her couch as she watched tv. Unluckily for her..the only show that brought her comfort was the show that reminded her of..him. “FUCKKKK” the girl kicked her feet back and forth , loud thumps that probably could be heard in the room below her , she switched off the tv and lay in silence, letting the dark stillness devour her as thoughts of the argument paraded in her head. She was still mad at him, she knew she shouldn’t , but she was and that made her even more angry.

As her eyes stay closed, her thoughts soon started to settle—until being interrupted by three hard knocks to her front door. Her eyes flew opened and her body jolted at the sudden interruption. Her first thought was to just ignore the knocking, whoever it was would go away right? Wrong!! The knocking continued and a voice was heard from the other side.

“Orion I know you’re in there” the voice spoke, soft yet stern. She knew exactly who it was…and her heart started to pound out of her chest from embarrassment…it was Adam.

The girl fumbled around her dark apartment, trying to make her way to her room to avoid the other not wanting to be face to face with him right now, though the dining room table was enough to give her away. Her foot slammed right into it causing her to cry out in pain before bringing her hands over her mouth to silence her cries.

“I can hear you in there, open the door Orion we need to talk” as much as she really really didn’t wanna face him she knew she had no other choice. The girl felt around the room for the light switch, flipping it on. She then fixed herself up a bit before opening the door.

She nearly lost her breath when looking at him. His hair was a mess—but in a good way and his face and eyes were red like he’d been crying…he wore a beige shirt with a English flag on it and wore baggy blue jeans. There was something though—something about the way he looked down at her with that sad gaze, it made her knees weak in the best ways possible.

“Can I come in?” He asked, his hands stuck inside his pants pockets. She nodded and opened the door a little wider to let the boy in “but not for long, im tired” she lied, closing the door when he was fully inside. Before she could even mutter another word Adam swooped around to face her again, his time he was leaning against the wall “what’s going on?what did I do?!” He questioned, he wanted answers, and the look on his face clearly told her that.

“Adam..seriously?” She cocked a laugh and brushed pass the boy with her arms folded. She felt sober now, everything , the whole situation really knew how to kill a buzz.

He followed her, trailing behind her like a scared puppy “seriously what ,Orion?” She ignored him and walked over to the couch ,but before she could reach it Adam grabbed the girls arm and spun her around the face him “I’m sorry I didn’t see your message and I’m sorry I left you down there but I didn’t think I’d get caught up that long with the Ramona..”

“She had a name” she thought, and the fact that he knew and it wasn’t some random he had just drunkily met made her feel sick. Orion swallowed

“So you just thought to bind tongues with someone when you knew your friend was on her way to hang out with YOU” Orion snatched her arm away “and you were making out with some fucking girl having a blast while I waited thinking something either happened to you or you-you I DONT FUCKING KNOW!” the girl started ranting “all I do know though.,.is you can start inviting her to go to parties with you, to hang out with you , because you know what…she obviously seems more important than me.” Orion turned back around and sat down on the couch. She didn’t bother to look up at Adam, as a matter of fact she simply couldn’t bring herself to. “I think you should go home Adam” she finally suggested. And he did…without a word he left, the only sound he did make were the sounds of his shoes thumping against she hard wood floor and the door slamming as he exited the apartment. Orion sat there silently, her eyes watering on their own as she tried not to cry, the emotions pouring out of her. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe she just really liked Adam more than she thought.

A week had gone by and neither of the two had talked to each-other since that night. It was hard, ignoring him every-time she got home from work, when she felt bored or when she didn’t want to eat alone..but she couldn’t just forgive him,,,not so easily especially when he didn’t think he did much wrong.

The weekend finally rolled around and luckily for Orion she got another weekend off. A part of her was happy and the other wasn’t, not wanting to be stuck inside her apartment all by herself all weekend and with the events of last weekend she didnt wanna go out either. As the day passed the girl kept getting caught up in her thoughts, wondering if maybe she should go have a proper conversation with Adam and sort things out so things aren’t so awkward between them anymore. Like she couldn’t lie, this whole week had been terribly miserable, not having many people to talk to especially when at home really got to her, she felt lonely and at these times she would usually invite Adam over for dinner or to watch a show with her. She knew deep down she had to do something about this, so therefore she worked up the courage and walked over to adams apartment. She was severely hesitant at first and almost went back home but when she thought of the quiet isolated environment she was gonna go back to she finally knocked on the boys door.

She waited a few seconds but eventually heard rustling on the other side before it was being opened to reveal and shirtless yet slightly toned Adam. His skin was pale but that didn’t bother her at all. “Orion?” He asked , a confused yet pleasant expression showed on his face.

After staring for a good minute the girl finally looked away and fake coughed to cover up her suspiciousness “I-if I’m interrupting something I can go” she sputtered , pointing behind her with her thumb. The boy shook his head and opened his door a little more suggesting she come in. “No, no I was just making something to eat, you wanna come in?” He asked and she nodded, walking inside the boys apartment. The smell of spaghetti flooded her nose, it was like he knew she was coming or something.

“Adam i-“ he cut her off “if you’re here to talk…can it wait until after we eat” he suggested and honestly she agreed, she knew talking about a serious matter would only deplete their appetite and god forbid she doesn’t get any of that spaghetti. The girl nodded and went to sit down at the kitchen counter. The boy had went to out a shirt on while She tapped her fingers gently against the countertop and her stomach twisted. She came here for one reason and that was to tell Adam the truth, the truth about everything, about how she felt, the reasons she got mad—everything.

He handed her a plate and sat across from her before starting to eat. The air was still and the tension was thick…after a few minutes Orion set her fork down and pushed her plate away…the tension itself ruined her appetite and she could tell it did for Adam as well. “I’m sorry..” she said softly looking at him with a soft gaze. The boy shook his head and gave her a small smile “it’s fine…let’s talk..”

Orions heart started to pump faster and she began to sweat. Was this a mistake? Should she not have came? Maybe she could make up an excuse and just leave���no, damnit he deserved to know..he deserved the truth.

The girl closed her eyes and took a deep breath in before opening them and letting it out. She looked up at Adam who had the same worried expression as she did, he knew whatever she had to say was big and could potentially ruin their friendship. “Adam…the truth is I came here to tell you the real reason why I flipped last weekend” she began “at first I thought it was maybe the alcohol, or something but after thinking I came to know it wasn’t that…when I saw you…with that girl…” oh god here it comes “I felt sick…and not just a ‘I drank too much’ sick but a…jealousy sort of sick.” She couldn’t believe she was really saying this..right now infront of him and not just her mirror or in her thoughts “Orion…”. She cut him off quickly “I’m not finished adam, wait until I’m finished” she began talking again

“I didn’t realize it at first, I thought maybe it was the experience we shared that made me feel a little closer to you but when we actually, started to get closer I began to realize I had feelings for you adam and I know this sounds stupid but I hate myself for it…for getting mad at you over something you had every right to do… and when I said those horrible things to do I didn’t mean them…I could never imagine leaving you in that bathroom…I can’t even imagine a life where you’re not in it anymore and I know it’s stupid-” while talking and ranting Orion didn’t even realize Adam had gotten up until she felt him grab her face and gently guide her to look at him. Her eyes widened at this, looking up at him as he looked down at her, he didn’t say a word—the boy leaned down and pressed his lips against hers, his hands now pulling the girl up and closer to his own body. When they parted he finally spoke words Orion didn’t think she’d ever hear out of him “you don’t understand how long I’ve been wanting to do that” he whispered in a breathy tone. His eyes still closed and lips pink and wet from the kiss.

Orion didnt want to wait any longer and pulled the boy back in by his shirt, the kiss was passionate at first but soon grew hungrier . The girl wrapping her arms around the others neck, hands brushing through his soft brown hair while adams hands were placed on each side of the girl waist, pulling her as close as possible, wanting her more and more. The kiss turned sloppier at the two knocked into the table and then into the walls only parting for brief breaths. Adam pushed his tongue inside the others mouth, while she did the same their tongues fighting for dominance and they swirled around each other’s mouths “fuck..” adam groaned as his grip on the girls waist tightened his lips parting from hers only to be connected with her hot skin. He traveled down her neck biting and kissing her softly leaving small faint hickeys on her pale skin. Orion tried to keep quiet, but as adams hands slipped under her shirt and started to massage her breasts she couldn’t hold her voice any longer. She could feel the smirk on his lips as she called out his name, and believed it or not it turned him on more than ever, hearing her say his name with such eroticness made him yearn for her more than he did before. Adam decided to remove his hands and step back from the girl, admiring the mess he’s made of her, he loved it and she did too

“I’m guessing, we’re back in good terms?” She teased walking closer to him, “hearing you tell me how you felt, hearing how you feel the same as I have since I saw you again in that hallway it did something to me Knutson” he pulled her in by her arm gently and wrapped one arm around her body the others slowly taking off her glasses, setting them gently on the table next to them “when you saw me with that girl, I felt and knew I had made the biggest mistake…I’ve only wanted you for so long but I just..maybe I’m fucking stupid…but I thought there was no chance..”

Honestly , with the way she avoided any type of physical contact with Adam she kind of knew why he felt that way. “I know..I only acted that way because I thought the same” she laughed and Adam leaned back down to kiss her again, he turned them both around and slowly started to push her closer and closer to the couch, their lips still connected. Once they made it there he picked her up and gently laid her on the couch, hovering over her as they parted once more leaving Orion to yearn for more.

Adam pulled his shirt over his head and threw it on the floor beside them and Orion did the same leaving her only in her bra and sweats, Adam leaned down and started to kiss her bare skin, the feeling of his hot lips against her skin made her tingle with lust. She wanted him more than ever and he only wanted to tease her. His kisses swept lower “lift up” he demanded and she did just that, giving him enough room to unhook her bra, once he was able to take it off completely he was amazed by the view, admiring her. “You’re beautiful” he complimented but Orion said nothing and only pushed his head down, she didn’t want little praises she wanted action , him.

Adam began sucking on the girls breasts, her moaning in pleasure , his name falling from her mouth, like a song. After a few minutes he bang to sweep lower, soon pressing kisses along her stomach and eventually down to her pants. “I think we should take this to the bedroom”

(A/n: If you want a nsfw chapter where they get all into it lmk and I’ll write it for you I just don’t know how far you’d want me to go for this right now😭😭))

Orion lay her head on adams stomach, tracing small circles over his skin whilst he did the same on her back . She finally felt at peace, she felt complete. “That was amazing” Adam finally spoke in a soft exhausted voice “yea..you were amazing” she replied now looking up at him “oh me? Well I thought you were quiet the singer” Orion knew almost instantly what he meant and hit him playfully on the chest “you know I think the neighbors downstairs might have heard” he said through laughs and the the girl grew red “you know they might have actually heard YOU” she pointed “my mouth did quite the job” she teased and laid her head back down on the boys chest.

They sat in silence for a little longer before Adam spoke again “stay here tonight” he asked looking down at her and the girl smiled “I’d love to” she leaned up and kissed him softly, when she laid back down she cuddled up to Adam, feeling safe and content before falling asleep in his arms.

[winderlylandchime]

He was on a roll today! He didn’t want to stop. Havent even started the ep and we are like 3 cigarettes in and 4 pills down. He had an audience of one (to his knowledge) to entertain and he delivered. But he was stressed. It started with him coming back inside and going ‘okay i think I’m ready.. i could be wrong tho’ honestly this is a mood ngl, ‘do you think Brian buys him alcohol..or does he have a fake id? Idk whats cuter. OH MY GOD HE IS DRUNK AND CARING ABOUT HIS EDUCATION! Why am i finding this cute?..my dream is for brian to tell justin he loves him. Seriously dude wtf has to happen for you to tell him’ I swear i deserve an award bc he says stuff that would usually get a reaction from me but i have to be normal about it and it is hard! ‘Oh god, how weird do you think had to be to film blow job scenes?..his hand still acts out! How is he gonna do in school? Oh Brian can’t get enough of him. SIR’ ‘..oh my god MIKE HAS THE SAME WAY OF DEALING WITH PROBLEMS THAT I DO..remember when i dyed it purple for that girl who said her favorite color is purple..and then she never talked to me again?*long pause* honestly i dont blame her that was a bit *waves his hands around* much.’ ‘..brian actually cares about Teds weird addiction enough to show up for an intervention? See! And he got him a job! There is potential here somewhere just let me uncover it!’ ‘Oh Justin is drawing again, dude it’s okay just take a deep breath, count to ten, shake your hand a little and do it again. That’s what my therapist told me to do…although i was 12 and it was bc i was scared to make friends…oh no his hand is gonna be a problem isn’t it?!’ He is now having a moment bc he feels bad for Mikey but he is conflicted with his feelings..’i need him to listen to Bri Bri and quit his job. Oh my god JUSTIN IS STILL HERE?! OH GOD THIS IS PAINFUL TO WATCH. So what if he lost control?! HE IS CLEARLY DISABLED TO SOME DEGREE! Would you kick a handicapped person out of school bc they can’t attend gym class?! Oh i hate this guy! How about you HELP him meet the requirements somehow?! You see he is talented and instead of HELPING him as a teacher, you are gonna spit on him bc he’s disabled?! OH FUCK THIS GUY! FUCK HIM ALL THE WAY TO HELL. I need a cigarette again. Pause this shit bc i am not okay’ he is currently outside pacing back and forth mumbling while smoking and i am learning so much about him bc of qaf, this is actually insane. ‘Okay turn it back on. I’ve calmed down now (cut to justin saying he is dropping out) I LIED I AM NOT CALMED DOWN WTF YOU DONT LET PEOPLE WIN WHEN THEY MAKE YOU FEEL BAD ABOUT DISABILITIES!..oh i love all of their reactions! But Brian is about to have a stroke if Justin doesn’t stop’ ‘WAIT THAT WAS LIKE WHEN BRIAN DID IT IN THE PILOT! okay that was cute! The way Bri Bri stares at him and then he dried his face. Fucking adorable, i almost forget that im mad that he dropped out..(and we are at the computer scene) OH MY FUCKING FUCK CRISPY JESUS HE GOT HIM THAT COMPUTER! THAT IS NOT NORMAL FUCK BUDDY BEHAVIOR BRIAN! Oh this fucker cares so deeply for him and everyone else but doesn’t want anyone to know. CMON JUSTIN STOP BEING A LITTLE BITCH AND TRY IT! Oh that’s messed up Justin, he isnt trying to fix you, UNLIKE THE TEACHER HE IS TRYING TO HELP YOU FIND WAYS TO DO YOU THING! Oh he looks like he just watched a puppy get hit (he now got sad at a fake scenario he just made up about the puppy)..OH HE DREW A PENIS NICE’ 1/2 of 2x05

Oh he drew a penis, nice. DEAD.

Anon you are so brave and strong for not telling him the things that you should not be telling him.

Your brother has gone straight (pun intended) queer theory to disability theory. He needs a full honorary degree. I love him.

[ushiwakaout]

Valentine’s Day with the Haikyuu Boys

Various x Female Reader || Different Lover Tropes (sfw)

Iwaizumi Hajime (Friends to Lover Trope)

Y’all have been friends for as long as him and oikawa have been friends- but just a little more distant

You’re the person he goes to when he has girl problems or problems in general

So when he isn’t feeling particularly well about himself he goes to you.

He lays his head on your chest, your shoulder, your lap (usually 99% always your plush thighs)

He makes you play with his hair and his hands when he’s feeling sad because you care for him like no one else has (well, his mother but you know what I mean.)

But tell me why y’all haven’t dated. No one fucking knows. Not even oikawa.

So a few days before V-day you ask Iwa if he was a valentines and he says No and questions why you asked him.

You tell him not to worry and plan out everything

HE’S SO SO EMBARRASSED WHEN YOU BRING HIM A SINGLE WHITE ROSE A HOMEMADE CHOCOLATES

He’s like? “W-why? Why’d you do that?”

and you obviously have the tsundure qualities he has so your like “B-because i like you stupid!!! Now are you taking the damn gift or not? I know Oikawa would-”

He’s like- NO NO. Stop right there. “Give me that! SHITYKAWA WOULDNT APPRECIATE THIS THE WAY I WOULD!” Iwa is barking at this point

You: “FINE! THEN! TAKE IT- NOT LIKE I CARE!”

whole school it just watching you guys romantically bark at eachother

Iwa: “FINE! THIS MEANS WE’RE DATING, RIGHT?”

You: “YES.”

Iwa: “GOOD.”

You: “GREAT.”

it’s so awkward the whole day. like grossly awkward. but the tension dies down when you sit next to him during lunch and slowly caress the back of his hand the way you did when you weren’t dating

he’s glad you opened up to him because it would have taken him much longer to admit that he liked you

Time Skip Iwaizum Hajime 

Buys you a bouquet of 23 white roses the day before valentine’s day to give you the twenty-fourth on valentine’s day. He does this every year now.

You guys invite friends over because as (almost) 30 years old you think it’s a little cheesy, Hajime acts like its Valentines Day every day. So when Matsukawa and Hanamaki come over, they get really drunk and they appreciate you guys for not being lovey dovey around them and they start sobbing and laughing bc they’re single.

This becomes a tradition but ofc, sometime iwa calls ahead of time to tell them not to come over for... certain reasons.

He’s probably the cheesiest man on earth because he does not romance well- neither do you but he tries his best.

Would probably ask you to marry him on valentines day if you hadn’t told him before hand “If you even think about proposing on valentines day- I will rip out your organs... Ugh- thats so cheesy, everyone gets engaged on valentines day... Do it like the morning after new years or sum...”

*iwa secretly putting a red velvet box back in his underwear drawer* 

*laughing nerveously* “Hahaha, right- fucking stupid...”

You look at him blankly “Don’t tell me you where about to propose?”

Iwa: “NO! NOT AT ALL.”

You: “What are you hiding in your underwear drawer then, Hajime?”

Iwa: “NOTHING WOMAN, STOP BEING NOSY.”

Osamu Miya (Platonic)

You look so pretty when you come into the gym and everyones like “looking good y/n.” and it’s normal bc your their manager- ofc they’d hype you up.

But the closer they get, they notice your crying.

Osamu isn’t in the gym, he’s getting water in the back and he sees that Aran is holding you in his arms and he just knows something is wrong and everyone is trying to hold him back because he knowns exactly what happened. He’s calling Atsumu over and he’s ready.

Everyone is chasing them down and Osamu already has his guy pinned to the floor (lets just say he has baseball practice)

You’re rushing to get Osamu off but get gets a few swings in before you completely pull him off.

Samu: “You’re too good for this Idiot anyway.” he looks at Kita, “I’m ditching practice and I’m taking her out, I’m not taking no as an answer.”

It was the first time anyone has stood up to Kita and he just nods.

Samu: “Let me wash up, alright? I’ll take you somewhere nice.”

He kisses your forehead and runs your thumb on your cheek, “Stop crying, makes you look ugly.”

As much you wanted to frown, you bursted out a laugh before shoving him away, “Not as ugly as Atsumu.”

Time Skip Osamu Miya (Boss/Employee Trope)

Osamu calls you really early in the morning to ask you to work on valentines day. For some reason, he hates this day more than anything. He doesn’t like how girls (of all ages) bring him stuff and he ALWAYS has to reject them but now since your working you’re the the ones who kicks them out.

He loves watching you run them away with a sweet smile and when you turn around you have the most annoyed look on your face, it’s really cute.

Samu: “Thank you princess.”

You: “Yeah, shut up and get to cookin’ boss.”

He just smirks and tilts his little onigiri hat and starts on orders again

Once the shift is over and the restaurant is closed, cleaned and organized, you’re waiting for him at one of the tables you didn’t pick up yet and he brings you out a really cute meal.

You: “What’s this for?”

Samu: “A thank you, for- *clears throat* not leaving my side... and I-uh don’t want you to do so, any time soon.”

You’re looking at him blankly. He forgot how blunt he had to be with you.

Samu: “I- God, I’m trying to ask you to be my girlfriend.”

You: “OH! Oh my god.... Really? Are you sure?”

Samu: “Y/n, I- You’re lucky I love you....”

You: “L-Love me?”

He looks at you like a deer caught in the headlights... “Uh-I uh... crap- I didn’t mean-”

You: “Shut up and kiss you Idiot.”

Samu: “Okay- yeah good idea.”

Matsukawa Issei (Best Friends Older Sister || First Love Trope) @sloppykyuu

You’re only two years older than him but ever since he became friends with Hanamaki (around the age of 7) he came over once and you bumped into him and he blushed to the point he looked like a cherry tomato

Maki thought it was gross that he suddenly started liking his older step sister

You and Hanamaki get along really well now (You’re 18, making Maki and Matsun are 16), so whenever Matsukawa is around you jokingly called him “Nii-san.” When Hanamaki wasn’t there and he spit out his drink. 

You laughed so hard and just ruffled his hair a little and left him alone for the rest of the day

Ofc you teased him a lot but the second you turned 18, they cooled down a lot. 

So when he gives you a bouquet of Sakurasou (Primula Sieboldii, which signify desire and long lasting love. 

Matsukawa: “ Please accept the flowers- I know you’ve been keeping your distance because of your age and you don’t have to accept my feelings for you but please accept these flowers.”

The sweetest boy you’ll ever meet ngl, “Thank you Matsun...” you gave him a kiss on the cheek and ruffled his hair. “As me again when you’re older, yeah? I’ll always be willing to give you a chance.”

Timeskip Matsukawa Issei

When he turns 18, you weren’t single. He was so miserable watching you be happy but when you come home a little sad looking, Hanamaki and him are pretty confused when you tell them that YOU broke up with your boyfriend

Maki: “Everything was going alright with you guys- what happened?”

You: “I uh- I lost feelings... Nothing against him or anything, I just... just happen to like someone else now.”

You don’t look at Matsukawa so he’s like- ugh.... another guy? he’s heartbroken just a little.

3 years later when both of you got drunk when Maki was out for a valentines day date- Matsun was like, “Admit it already, you’ll never find a guy who dedicates to you the way I have.”

You’re a blushing mess since your drunk and you just pin him to the floor, a little teary eyed, “Maybe your right... Maybe I should give you your chance. You’re still so in love with me? After all this time?”

He brushes a strand of hair away from your face and smiles, “Of course I have... You I would have lasted being friends with Maki if it weren’t for you?”

Maki: “I HEARD THAT!”

Both of you laugh but you lay your body on him as he wrapped his arms around you, kissing your forehead as your step brother grimaced at the sight. “Took both of you long enough, disgusting...”

 Ushijima Wakatoshi (Reunion Romance Trope)

You’ve known Ushijima the longest out of everyone, even Tendo. And every year you ask him to be your valentines and he agrees bc your friends.

From the start it was always a friendly thing but at some point, your feelings for him changed during high school.

You don’t tell him, you never dared because you know his dedication towards volleyball would always go before his feelings.

One day you’re down the hall from his class and you notice that he���s talking to a girl- or more the girl is talking to him, so you hide in the corner. She was offering him a box of chocolates but he politely denies by saying “There’s only one girl who’s allowed to be my valentines, but please don’t take this personally, she mean’s everything to me.”

D-did you just here that right? Your leaning against the wall and sliding your back all the way to the floor, blushing like a mad woman.

So when Ushijima walks down the hall and sees a small figure to his side, he’s really worried as to why you are on the floor looking hot. “Y/n? Are you alright? Do you have a fever?” 

THIS MAN DOES NOT PUT HIS HAND ON YOUR FOREHEAD BUT HE PUTS HIS OWN AGAINST YOURS 

You’re trying so heard not to breathe onto his face but then he looks into your eyes when hes doing this and you shove his gift onto his chest. “PLEASE GET OUT OF MY FACE AND J-JUST TAKE THEM, IM FINE...” His warm fingers graze your for a second when he takes the chocolates and you just can’t do it anymore “I N-NEED TO GO NOW, BYE TOSHI- WAKATOSHI.”

Doesn’t question you, like ever.

During graduation you tell everyone that you are leaving over seas and Toshi honestly looks like a kicked puppy- his best friends, they’re all leaving. 

You’re crying into his arms when he’s dropping you off at the airport.

Timeskip Ushijima Wakatoshi

7 years. It’s been 7 years since wakatoshi has see your pretty face. 

You send a valentines post card and somehow it always gets there a day before, the day after or sometimes- even on valentines day.

You forced him to give you his address when he moves every time bc you send him a basket of goods. Usually a fruit arrangements bc you know he has a sweet tooth for fruits covered in chocolate- even tho he doesn’t really understand them

But this year nothing has arrived yet, until you text him to open the door since something was dropped off.

He’s a little confused as to why you noticed him but he opened the door, and there you where- standing right in front of him with luggage and his yearly valentines gift. 

“You’re looking at me like you’ve seen a ghost?”

He doesn’t say anything but pull you into a hug.

“...I missed you too big guy.”

After several, long virtual calls- he finally got to see you in person.

He pulls you back and looks a little upset.

You: “What? What’d I do?”

Toshi: “I might have sent flowers to your home.”

You low key wanna start crying, “What kind of flowers?”

WHYD YOU ASK THAT, HE LOOKS ALL FLUSTERED NOW, PLZ TELL HIM THAT YOU DON’T NEED TO KNOW

Toshi: “Um.... anarrangementoftwentyfourwhiterosesbecauseiwantedtotellyouhowifeltbutididntknowhowtodoitanyotherwayandididntwanttodoitthroughacomputerscreen.”

You: “I hope you know, I understood every single word you just said.”

You give him a soft smile and lean down to pick something up that was covered by your bags. A bouquet of 24 white roses.

You: “I think... I feel the same way.”

He has never wanted to kiss someone so bad.

Toshi:“May I kiss you?”

You: “Do you really have to ask?”

Sakusa Kiyoomi  (Enemies To Lovers || Secret Admirer Trope)

You probably get 20 confessions on valentines day every year, every time it’s the same handwriting and sometimes it’s new.

But one day, a specific letter get’s into your desk instead of your locker, a black envelope with a white pearly wax stamp with silver lettering on the back “From your secret admirer :]”

The smiley face is a little distorted and you smile at it, but it turns into a scowl when Sakusa naps it from your fingertips. Luckily it was lunch and not may people where in this class. “Secret admirer? Who’d like your dumbass.”

You pull the note out of his hands and sit back down, “Maybe a bigger dumbass, now leave alone asshole.”

He rolls his eyes and sits on his desk, that just happens to be at your back left.

He noticed the smile you had on your lips when you sat back down and looked at the letter. He could tell that your mood had changed when you leaned back and read the letter with awe. He obviously couldn’t tell you in was him.

If he did, you’d probably think it was a joke. But it was nothing like that, he never meant to create an awful relationship between you to but he had made a nasty joke about you and you happen to overhear and have disliked him every since.

He’s kept the bully act ever since and now doesn’t know how to go back.

You looked giddy all day after reading the love letter he left for you, he didn’t know how to feel.

He never stopped sending the letters.

Around the third year, they began to stop and so did Sakusas bullying- but only because you didn’t have any classes together. So when one day you’re walking towards your locker, really late because you had to clean up the classroom. You see him slide a letter in your locker. 

You don’t confront him right then and there but you decide to let him walk a way just a little before you quickly get to your locker and open the letter.

You scan over the letter and you see that famous distorted smiley face and all the feelings they had written down. You where furious.

“Hey Sakusa!” You somehow where able to catch up to him and pushed his back as he walked away. “Is this funny to you?! Is messing with people’s feelings fucking funny to you?”

When he turned around he didn’t expect to see you crying, so he just stood like a deer caught in the headlights. 

“Answer me! Why’d you do this? Three years, three fucking years I thought this was someone who actually had feelings for me, someone I thought I could fall in love with myself but I guess this was just some joke right? Some prank? Who wrote these? You know what- It doesn’t even matter. Fuck you and your fucking letter.” You shoved the letter at his chest and push him in the process.

 He freezes a little but he’s running to catch up with you, “Y/n! Y/n stop walking away. L-Let me explain. Y/N!” He’s able to snatch your wrist and pull you towards him.

The tears are still running down your cheeks and his heart is shattering. “It wasn’t a joke. It- it was never a joke, never a dare. I promise, every word in those letters, are what I truly feel.”

You: “Bull- How do I even know that you wrote them in the first place, you can just be the messenger.”

Oomi: “If you put every letter together, it spells my name.”

You roll your eyes at him. 

Oomi: “Don’t believe me?

You: “Of course I don’t.”

“Fine, umm.....”

Both of you didn’t really notice how his hand was still wrapped around your wrist. “Every time I just happen to catch a glance at you when you aren’t looking, it seems like peace on earth... There is no other sight i’d rather see then to see you smile at me, at me only. I want you to look at me the way you look at them but I know in my heart that it will take years for you to look at me that way.”

You pull your wrist away from his hand and wipe your face clean from the tear that have dried down.

“The day you heard me make fun of you... I don’t have any excuses for it. I did it and I regret it and- and I’m so sorry.”

You shake your head and begin to laugh... “I don’t even want to believe you.”

“I know, I just please let me make it up to you.”

Timeskip Sakusa Kiyoomi

You: “Oomi, I thought you hated valentines day.”

Oomi: “I do, but you deserve flowers because I was an asshole for so long.”

You: “... that was like 8 years ago...”

Oomi “Your point?

He hands you over the flowers and gives you a soft kiss. “You deserve so much more, and every day I will give you more, understand?”

You begin to giggle mid kiss, “Yes sir.”

Oomi: “Do you still have those letters?”

You: “Of course, I read them every time your gone.”

A/N: THIS TOOK ALL DAY- I WORK TOMORROW BUT I MIGHT WRITE SOMETHING UP BC IVE BEEN OBSESSED W NANAMI LATELY 

[angelic-jeonghan1004]

ONEWE reaction to getting the silent treatment

Hi my lovelys I hope you are doing well <3 Okay so I got a few ONEWE requests so I thought Id drop the two reactions while my WEVE wait for me to get to their requests (Im going to post this then a Start of Snow update !!! Ill also drop some more TBZ content <3) sorry some are longer or shorter than others !!

Genre: fluff

Warnings: minor angst

Yonghoon

Okay

So I love this man an absurd amount

Like genuinely gonna give him the world no cap

That's besides the point I just felt like saying that

So there are two things about him that makes what he'd do a little unpredictable

Since he is both very mature and charming about things and would want to talk things through

But he's also %100 fake maknae big baby typa guy

So he'd either once given the silent treatment try to talk to you and solve everything

O r

Be sad boy hours to the max and like being pouty and sounding a bit whiney being like

"my loveeee please talk to meeee pleaseeee"

It's be very cute and you'd struggle to stay mad definitely

Since how can you when he's so🥺🥺🥺🥺

Harin

Once again I'm here to express the Harin big baby agenda

He'd go in for a hug and you wouldn't hug him back and he'd immediately lean back to give you a small glare

He'd probably go in for a kiss and then you'd doge it and boy would get so worried🥺🥺🥺

He'd immediately be like

"what's wrong?"

You'd continue to stay silent

And he'd figure you where mad at him but had no idea what to do so he just say on the couch and just watched you with the biggest pout

Once you came and sat next to him he immediately rested his hair on your shoulder

He could feel you relax

Even if you where still mad it just felt comfortable like that and you knew Harin was probably upset at your actions

Since you avoided him for so long

After explaining how you felt he quickly went to resolve things and go into an immediate cuddling session🥰

Kanghyun

Okay he is one of the few boys or the only one you'd have to go out of your way to interact with even though you are the one giving him the silent treatment

He had acted like he didn't know you at all or anything when you accidentally ran into him at the convention store

You knew it was probably so you wouldn't get in the lime light from fansites near by but it hurt

Not even a sweet look

Just blank(•_•)

So you where mad and headed home

When you got there you made yourself some food

Kanghyun finally getting home he put the bag on the table and went up to you with a back hug giving you a kiss on the cheek

"Hi baby what ya making?" He'd say putting his head on your shoulder

The acts where sweet but you where still upset so you stayed silent and continued to make your sandwich

"baby?" He'd say with concern in his voice

But you just stayed silent

He figured you'd just want to be alone so he'd go into his room and just wait for when you wanted to talk

Sooner than later even when angry at him you love being in his presence

So you quickly went to the bedroom to talk to him

After discussing it with him he'd definitely say sorry for making you upset and would give you kisses so don't worry(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

Dongmyeong

Okay so if you go back or if you remember!!

My first ever fic I created when I wanted to try out writing (which was really bad don't read it but if you want to it's in the onewe Masterlist)

Was a Dongmyeong fic about the silent treatment

So full circle !! Wow !! My boy oh how I did not know that one fic would bring me here I didn't think anyone would read my stuff honestly-

But here we go let's get into this a "Give Me Attention 2.0" moment

So this boy we already know he's extra and loves affection

And with his s/o?? He's so softtt he loves hugging you and giving you kisses and asking about your day

Like he will look at you with the whole galaxy in his eyes when you speak

he is absolutely whipped no doubt about it

So when you give him the silent treatment because of an argument from the night before

He thought you both had gotten past it

But there you where making yourself a glass of tea and not responding to him when he says "Good morning~~~"

He went to wrap his arms around your waist but you wiggled out of his grip

He was NOT having it I tell you that

He already knew what was happening and he knows you don't go down without a fight so he was going to have too much time before he could cuddle up to you :'((

You'd sit at the table he'd be following you like a lost puppy with a pout on his face whining

You kept your guard up not letting him push past even if he is the cutest person you've ever seen

You're still mad

So you opt to just moving around the house it wasn't till you landed at the couch where you met with your demise

Since Dongmyeong had enough and he whined, he pouted he gave you puppy dog eyes and you didn't even reply to him talking with a simple good morning

So boy once he saw you on the couch he jumped on you and put all his body weight on you

Just pleading with you

"Pleaseeee love me, give me your attention, affection, just love meeeeee" he'd be dramatically saying as if he where in theatre class trying to get extra points

He didn't stop until you caved and wrapped your arms around his waist

Immediately happy boy

He'd start planting kisses all over your face

Since you deprived him of affection for so long he'd like the cuddles he's been held back from

He will be glued to you since that's what happens when the boy who wants attention from his s/o who won't give it to him

Cya

This boy

Is absurdly precious

But he ate the left overs you where planning on having for lunch today

Usually you didn't care since you always share food

But there wasn't much food at the house so you got yourself a meal you knew you'd enjoy so you where upset

Legit he didn't know

But could tell you where off

Since usually you'd wake him up or first thing your say to him was "Hello pretty boy" but on this day he was not called a pretty boy :((

He looked like a kicked puppy once he realized you where giving him the silent treatment

He had no idea what he did :'(((

He'd keep saying sorry

Oh my God was it hard to stay mad at him

Since how can you???

He's legit staring at you with basically this face exactly 🥺 asking you what's wrong saying he's sorry

Once you stopped with the silent treatment and explained omg he'd feel so bad

Legit he's give you the biggest hug

He understood how you felt

Pls he's get you lunch immediately

That would be on his mind for the rest of the week and you'd have to remind him it's okay now🥺🥺🥺

[nolongerironicteenwrites]

is it too late to have a naruto phase?

three years pt. 1 

message me and talk to me i have a lot of feelings 

also read this and other works i have on my ao3 

link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29640645/chapters/72872319

Kiba kicked the grass in front of him. He looked like a kicked puppy. You felt it in your heart. You were leaving your home, the place you spent the last seventeen years of your life, and everyone around you looked so sad for you.

    “Guys. I’m not dying. I’m just-”

    “Leaving.” Kiba finished.

    “Kiba come here.”

You pull him down to you and you kiss his forehead. Kiba smiled at you but he still looked sad. Akamaru even nudges your hand, making you drop to your knees, to kiss him and tell him goodbye as well.

    “Where’s your boyfriend? Waiting for him is such a drag.”

You looked at your childhood best, Shikamaru.

    “Shikamaru.” There was a tone of warning in your voice.

    “What? All your friends are here telling you bye and your boyfriend isn’t here? Our teachers even came to see you off.”

You flushed and punched him in the shoulder. He had a point. He fake winced then went back to a regulated deadpan expression.

    “If you must know. He had work. So we said goodbye already.”

Shikamaru tisked. Tenten and Lee took this opportunity to hug you with Neji. He just offered you a small smile and a side hug. You took it, you knew how he could be. Your heart squeezed at that.

    “We got you some gifts,” Neji spoke quietly. “We all kind of worked on it with Sai’s help.”

Choji and Shino handed you a bag. It caused you to sit on the ground to open the bag. First, you pulled out a small box. You unwrapped the box and opened it out to pull out a pendant and chain. Everyone produced similar things. It was a friendship pendant. Neji had it on his keys like Sasuke and Shino. Everyone else with the exception of Shikamaru wore them as bracelets. Shikamaru wore a necklace like yours was set to be. You smiled putting it on.

    “I love it. We all match.”

    “There’s more.” Tenten sang.

You couldn’t believe it, there was more. You pulled out a frame. Sai looked so excited and proud. You flipped it to see a picture. An adorable picture.

    “It’s a screen print but before we all took turns coloring each other,” he explained grinning ear to ear.

You smiled.

    “If you want to know who colored who, Sai and I colored each other along with Neji, Neji ended up coloring you since you couldn’t know. Shino and Naruto, Tenten and Kiba, Lee and Sasuke, Hinata and Choji and we even got Ino and Sakura to get along to make this for you.” Shikamaru explained.

    “I love you  guys.”

Everyone smiled and chimed “I love you too” all around. Giving you hugs all around Even your old teachers gave you hugs. You felt the love when you were given a college survival kit from the teachers. You smiled and waved. Shikamaru grabbed your wrist before you walked away.

    “Troublesome woman. Making me already miss you.”

    “What a drag.”

He hugged you tight. You felt him smirk against your temple. You felt your eyes get misty-eyed. The Leaf was your home, leaving it to go to school was hard for you since you were going nearly two cities away and had no friends. But this program was the gateway into your future, especially in music. You looked out over the town before going to your car, you’ll be back. You promised.

That was three years ago. You had made good, you would go home once a month and then again during the holidays. A lot for you has changed. You meet the greatest roommate ever and her siblings. You four started a band with them. You got cheated on about halfway through your freshman year. Released an EP with them. Graduated early. You know the works. It was a change.

Before the concert, you were scheduled to perform for your EP when someone knocked on the door. You were confused. Normally one of the members just opened the door. Temari and Kankuro just let themself in, Gaara never. You sighed and called for them to come in. Temari opened the door looking a bit annoyed holding, Shikamaru.

    “(Y/N)? Do you know this guy?”

    “Shikamaru?”

He pulled his arm away from her. She nodded and walked away. Once she was out of earshot Shikamaru looked at her go, almost like he was checking her out.

    “She is..”

    “My keyboard player…” You replied by getting up. “Why are you here? It’s like- we’re like two hours both from the show and home.”

    “We made the trip to come to see you?” he looked more confused than anything.

    “All of you?” You asked skeptically.

     “I got Neji to drive..” he responded

You snorted. It felt hard to believe. As you were getting ready to respond Kiba nearly smashed into Shikamaru and then Naruto over his shoulder.

    “(Y/N)!”

You tripped over yourself backward. But someone grabbed them by the collar and pulled them backward.

    “You two need to be leashed. Hey (Y/N).” Sakura smiled.

You waved and moved aside to allow others into the room. Soon all your friends were standing in your dressing room with you sitting on the makeup counter. Everyone was really interested in your new look.

    “Your hair..” Neji pointed out.

    “Yeah, um breakups will do that. You decide the time to change.” you felt the sides. You decided to pixie your hair before the release of the EP. “Do you like it?”

He nodded. Reaching out himself to tuck a part of your bangs behind your ear. You blushed a little and looked at him. His eyes were soft and very blue in stark contrast to his long black hair tied up in a ponytail and black shirt. You took in what he was wearing, he was dressed in a black t-shirt and light wash jeans, pinched and rolled with a pair of black hightops. He had on a bomber jacket and his hair pulled back. You caught the look of shock on Shikamaru’s face. You flushed more and looked at the time.

    “How I’m sorry I have to finish getting ready- I uh. Look come back here after the show- and I’ll introduce you to my bandmates.”

Everyone took turns hugging you before leaving. Shikamaru hung back to look at you.

    “What was that?”

    “I don’t know Shikamaru. I don’t know.”

He smirked and walked away for you to get ready. You were not going to think much about that interaction. Neji and you were just friends. That’s it nothing more, nothing less.

The show went off without a hitch. It was great. You haven’t felt this alive in years. You saw your friends out in the crowd. It’s been a long since you’ve done something like this, you never felt more alive in your moment. You danced and sang your heart out with Temari and Gaara. You worked the crowd. You caught Neji’s eye and sent him a wink just to see what happened and he flushed and continued nursing his drink.

You got backstage and rushed to your room to change. Then another moment passed while you calmed down a knock came. You opened the door to see Gaara. You smiled at him and invited him in.

    “Gaara you were amazing.”

    “You are too sweet. I wanted to run a different setlist by you for tomorrow before I left.”

Temari and Kankuro showed up too and the four of you were discussing what the next plan was.     “Uh (Y/N)?” asked Shikamaru.

You lit up and invited them in.

    “Guys these are my best friends I’ve told you about. Shikamaru and Temari meet. But Temari, Gaara, and Kankuro meet the leaf. Leaf met my band.”

One by one they all introduced themselves to one another and fell into quiet conversation with each other. You leaned on your makeup mirror and Neji jumped up on the counter with you and smiled.

    “You were great.”

    “Thank you.”

He smiled a soft, reserved smile for you and leaned against you. He asked you some basic questions and then he hit you with an unexpected conversation.

    “So you and Gaara have some really good um are you two well?”

    “No. God no. He’s gay as hell.”

Neji blushed and looked at the redhead. Who was engulfed in a conversation with Rock Lee. You smiled at him. Neji didn’t know what to say he just looked nervously at you. You didn’t need him to speak more, you knew why he was asking. You leaned your head on his shoulder, he tenses up a bit before relaxing with you. Hinta saw this and slapped Ino.

    “Finally!”

You both jumped and looked at each other before both of you flushed. You shrugged. You weren’t sure what was going on but you weren’t mad. You had a soft spot for Neji, always. Even when you were dating Koma. He kissed your shoulder and you laughed. Shikamaru smirked to himself. Everyone pretends not to see anything. Hinata was nearly vibrating in excitement for her cousin. He’s never shown interest so this was new for everyone. Neji has always had feelings for you, he always has even back when you were with your ex. And you two were going to figure that out. Everyone funneled out after an hour or so. Neji and you parted ways with a promise to talk more about whatever this will be when you get home but for now, you’ll settle for texting non-stop like you're in high school. And that made you happy.

You were packing up when your phone vibrated, you pulled it out to see two text messages. One from Neji and one from Shikamaru.

n. hyuuga

    I had a great night. I’ll have to come to more shows of yours. Thank you. <3

you

    be safe driving back please. i cant wait <3

s. nara

    im gonna date ur keyboard player

you

    pls no

s. nara

    ima date her harder now.

You groaned getting into your car beside Temari.

    “What?” she asked.

    “Just Shikamaru.”

She hummed, nodding crossing her legs. Kankuro was removing his makeup and looking at you too. Gaara fell asleep against the window.

    “I’m gonna date your best friend.”

You headbutted the steering wheel and she laughed at your reaction. You left grumbling you couldn’t believe this.

[purelyanimetickles]

Misunderstanding // MHA Tickle Fic

Summary: Bakugou is pissed and Midoryia is sad. What is their sharky boyfriend gonna do? Tickle them of course!

Relationship: Kiribakudeku

Kirishima glanced at Bakugou before looking back to his paper, a soft sigh threatening to come out. He glanced over to Midoryia and felt an even bigger sigh threaten to come out. Bakugou was pissed and Midoryia was upset. Eijiro didn’t know which was worse. 

Bakugou’s anger really was something you didn’t want to mess with and when you pissed him off, it really only got worse. However, Deku had this deflated puppy look on his face with tears swimming in the bottom of his eyes. What was jarring was that they both had reasons to be upset with one another.

That didn’t make it any easier for Kirishima when all he wanted was his two boyfriends back to being their feisty selves again. 

He finally did let out a sigh when the bell rang loudly throughout the halls, excusing the students from their class. Kirishima turned to Bakugou and gently laid a hand on his shoulder, feeling the heat that radiated off the teen. Before he could say a word, however, Deku was up and rushing out of the classroom, most likely heading to his dorm.

Kirishima bit his lip as Bakugou watched the greenette leave, getting even hotter to the touch. Yep, he was pissed. And it got worse when Todoroki, the real reason for Katsuki’s anger, chased after their small boyfriend.

“How are you not pissed?” Bakugou’s surprisingly quiet voice asked. He was obviously gritting his teeth and clenching his fists till they shook.

“Pissed, no. Jealous? Yeah a bit. But it isn’t Deku’s fault,” He soothed gently, hand trialing to Bakugou’s hair. “They are just friends, hun.”

“Apparently so are we!” The ash blonde growled, shoving himself out of his seat as sparks started to cover his hands. 

Kirishima winced as he remembered the conversation that had taken place just that morning.

Deku was walking between his two boyfriends, chatting happily about something random the two were barely paying attention too when he suddenly ran over to Todoroki with a blinding smile. 

Kirishima and Katsuki traded confused looks, slowly catching up to their small boyfriend. Deku was once again chattering but Shoto didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seemed content to listen for as long as Midoryia wanted his attention. 

“Hey, Deku,” Todoroki suddenly interrupted, the two still not noticing the red and ash haired boys standing a little ways away from them. “When did you, Kirishima and Bakugou get so close?”

“Hmm? Oh, we are just friends!” Deku said brightly, a blush on his freckled cheeks as he smiled up at his multi-color haired friend.

It was like a stab went through both of their hearts.

Just friends?

That is the one sentence no one wants to hear from someone they love. It hurts deeply and down to the core.

“Is that so?” Bakugou’s voice was rumbly and filled with anger.

Todoroki and Midoryia turned to face them, both looking confused.

Kirishima gave Todoroki a small nod to the left, silently asking to be left alone with the green haired boy and the other teen nodded, quickly making his leave.

“Kacchan? What’s wrong?” Deku asked, completely confused.

“Don’t call me that,” the ash haired teen snarled. “Just friends huh? Do you kiss all of your friends? Do you cuddle them and tell them how much you love them?”

Deku frowned, trying to step closer to Katsuki but the blonde backed away. “Kacchan-”

“I said don’t call me that!” He smashed the wall right by Deku’s head, scaring their little boyfriend to the point of him shaking slightly.

“Kat, enough,” Kirishima said immediately. Sure he was hurt but he didn’t want to hurt Deku. “Let him explain.”

“No! Why should I? He made it pretty fucking clear that we are only friends! In fact, I bet you are ‘just friends’ with that icy hot freak as well, huh? Well stay the fuck away from us, stupid Deku! We don’t need you!”

And with that, Bakugou dragged Kirishima into their class, making sure the red head was in Midoryia’s former seat.

Kirishima himself was a bit shocked by the actions that just occurred. Did they just break up? But Deku didn’t even get to explain! Unfortunately, he couldn’t say anything to Katsuki as he was too fired up at the moment. It would only cause more trouble.

“We never let him explain...” Kirishima reminded his boyfriend gently. “You just jumped to conclusions. Besides, I didn’t think you wanted-”

“I don’t care who knows! You two are mine-were mine, FUCK!” 

Kirishima winced at the growl and sighed for the billionth time. “Let’s go to our rooms okay? You need to calm down before we talk to Midoryia.”

Bakugou grumbled angrily but didn’t dispute, following Kiri to the dorms and crawling into the bed with a huff.

Kirishima smiled and crawled in next to him, wishing Deku was in the middle like always with his big grins and pretty pink blushes. Kirishima nuzzled Bakugou’s neck, his fingers gently tracing shapes against his boyfriend’s sides.

Bakugou shivered, squirming slightly in place. 

It made the red head smile, continuing his soft actions.

The explosive blonde bit his lip, hiding his face in his arms as the soft tickling calmed down his nerves and instead renewed them with a different type of energy. A softer kind. One only his two boyfriends could ever bring out of him. 

“Kihihiri,” He warned but it was all a front. He didn’t mind one bit. In fact, he was happy for the distraction.

“Yeah baby?” Kirishima asked, now using both hands to softly scratch down Bakugou’s sides. “Something wrong?”

“Shuhuhut uhuhup, Shihihitty Hahahair!”

“That’s not very nice,” Kirishima growled playfully, burying his face in Bakugou’s neck and starting to nibble gently.

“ACK! Hahaha no!”

“Yes yes yes!”

Bakugou whined loudly, turning his boy so he was on his back, glaring up at his boyfriend. But he still didn’t stop him. Nope, instead he patiently waited for the belly tickles he knew he would receive.

Eijiro smiled softly and did just that, digging into his boyfriend’s toned belly just to hear those loud huffs of laughter. It was music to his ears after such a stressful morning. 

“S-Stahahahahap!” Bakugou cackled, kicking his legs out when Kiri got his lower tummy. It was worse on Deku and Kirishima but also a pretty good spot on their blonde.

“Do you reaaaaally want me to stop?”

Bakugou refused to answer and instead continued to laugh, yelping at the tweaks to his thighs.

“Lift your arms up baby,” Kirishima smirked, watching Bakugou’s face turn a dark red color. 

But he did as he was told....slowly.

Before they were even half way up, they slammed back down when Kirishima dug into his armpits, making Bakugou erupt in loud, boisterous laughter.

“SHIT FUCK FUCK NOHOHOHOHOOOOO!”

“That is such a dirty mouth!” Kirishima teased, using his thumbs to dig into the middle of Katsuki’s armpits.

“BAHAHA S-STAHAHAHAP IHIHIT!”

Kirishima smiled and slowed down, leaning up to kiss his lover. It took a second but Bakugou eventually responded though there was a small pout on his lips.

“Now...Can we talk to Izuku now?” He asked softly, watching the dark eyes of his lover look down and away. “Come on, Kat. We talked about not letting people know. It was what we all agreed on.”

“But Icy Hot is obviously in love with Zu...I just...don’t like them around each other. The shitty nerd doesn’t even realize how he has everyone wrapped around his finger.”

“But he chose us, babe,” Kiri said softly, running his fingers through Bakugou’s hair. “He chose to be with us out of everyone else. That means something, doesn’t it?”

Bakugou nodded but still wouldn’t mean Kirishima’s eyes, shame flooding his chest at his overreaction. He just got mad so easily, especially when he felt threatened.

The two slowly got up from their cuddled position and headed to their partner’s room, Eijiro knocking on the door.

There wasn’t a response.

Bakugou tried the knob and found it was unlocked. 

The two teens slowly walked into the room, eyes immediately drawn to the small figure on the bed to the side of the room. 

Deku was curled up tightly in a ball, snuggling into three different hoodies. One was Kirishima’s, one was Bakugou’s, and one was the hoodie the three rotated regularly. What really caught their attention was the dried tear tracks on his cheeks as he slept.

Shame once again slammed into Katsuki’s chest and he slowly sat on the edge of the bed, running a hand through Midoryia’s hair.

The greenette’s eyes fluttered open and he gave a small sniffle, peering up at who was touching him. His eyes widened and he hurriedly sat up, finding Kirishima as well.

“W-What are you doing in here?”

“It belongs to our boyfriend,” Kirishima said softly, a smile on his face. “We’ve come to check on him an apologize.”

“I didn’t think-”

“IM SORRY OKAY?” Bakugou interrupted Deku with an angry yell. He was looking at the door, face turned into a snarl. He hated feeling bad, feeling shame, he hated anything that didn’t make him feel good. “I...Gods Deku...I’m sorry.”

“Why did you get so mad?” Deku asked quietly.

“You told Icy Hot we were just friends! We aren’t though. We are your fucking boyfriends!”

“But you said-”

“It’s different with half and half okay?” Katsuki huffed, crossing his arms. “Just...I’m sorry.”

Deku gave a small smile. “It’s alright Kacchan-I mean Bakugou.”

“You...” Katsuki gave Deku a pained look. “You can call me Kacchan. You always can.”

Kirishima was beaming at his too lovers with pride and happiness. He was so glad they worked it out. Now, however, they had a small boy to cuddle.

Kirishima joined them on the bed and eagerly pulled Deku into the middle of a cuddle pile, squishing him between Katsuki and himself.

Deku gave a small giggle, the sound adorable and lovely, and happily snuggled close. His head was on Kiri’s chest and he had Kacchan cuddling him from behind.

Another giggle escaped from Deku as he felt fingers slowly rub into his belly, massaging the muscles there.

“K-Kahacchan!”

“What? Kiri tickled me!” He whined, nuzzling into Deku’s neck. “Stupid nerds. Both of you.”

Deku continued to laugh softly as Bakugou gently tickled his ribs, picking at them tenderly before blowing a huge raspberry on Deku’s neck.

“NYAHAH! Ewwwww!”

Kirishima, not one to be left out, eagerly used his pointer finger to tickle under Midoryia’s chin, electing the sweetest squeak in the world.

“Awww you are so cutttte!” Kirishima cooed, pressing a kiss to Deku’s still giggling lips.

Bakugou went to Deku’s hips, digging into the sharp bone with a smirk as Deku’s body jolted, a strangled gasp escaping him.

“BAHAH NOHOT THEHEHERE! KAHAHAHCCHAHAHAN!”

“Not your hips? But they are so cute!” Kacchan cooed softly, a teasing smirk on his face as he tickled hip to hip, including the adorable lower belly.

Deku squealed in delight, being showered in affection by his lovers. He lightly bat at the hands, not really trying to push them away. Eventually the tickling stopped and Deku was left a panting, smiling mess.

Bakugou tsked softly and kissed Deku’s head and then Kirishima’s nose before closing his eyes to relax.

Deku cooed and kissed Bakugou’s knuckles and then Kirishima again, doing the same.

Kirishima watched over his boyfriends, stunned once again by their beauty and smiled, keeping them close and safe.

[nessaiscute]

A great body

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” My husband asked me as we got out of the carraige.

“Ash dear.” I groaned, “Its going to be fine. I need to get away from Machina's tower and the nevernever. Don’t worry Glitch will make sure no one explodes the kingdom.”

Me and Ash have been married for a long time, I’ve learned so many things about him. Things that during the Ferum war I wouldn't believe if I told my past self. For one, Ash is a worry wort by nature, extremely. I trip one time and hes following me like a puppy. I'm a klutz, I’m going to trip. or when Kerrian was a toddler; Puck came by both Kerrian and his uncle went to play. Ash didn’t stop watching the gate once, and when Kerrian came home Ash glomped him. heh, Kerrian was confused as hell. Puck got a little offended. I’ve learned so many other things ‘bout him too. Too many to mention here, I love him more then anything.

“so out of all the places we could of went, why the beach?” My husband inquired.

I chuckled, good question, “its summer and I feel like showing off my body.”

“To who? I’m the only one thats gonna be there. The beach is technically closed.

I waited till his eyes were on me and then grinned, “exactly. The only one I want to be there.”

“Oh.” Ash realized and then I took his hand in mine and we walked towards the beach. 

Humans can’t see fey unless we let them, i heard all the beaches were closed due to some virus. Our bodies are strong enough to handle this affliction and its only us, i doubt we’ll spread it back to the nevernever. Gods I hope not, I...

focus snapped my brain

But it was so hard, but not for a thinking reason. Ash’s hand was so warm, I wanted to cling to it forever. I didn’t want to let it go at all, I was so distracted I forgot bout the scorching heat. I found myself staring into Ash’s sliver eyes, He really is the only one in the world for me.

“Is something the matter my queen?” Ash asked.

“I haven’t told you how much i love you. thats what.”

That made him chuckle, “I love you too. However my queen i need to apply sunscreen to your back. Please let go of my hand.”

I slowly released my grip, the warn feeling leaving my hand and feeling very sad. Ash placed a towel on the sand and I sat on it. I felt Ash’s heart beat rise, if only slightly. Hes a stubborn cookie, he hasn’t commented on my attire at all, I'm wearing a red bikini with red panties, also my breasts have gotten much bigger since I became iron queen, I’m at least a D. But for some reason, I can’t seem to get Ash’s attention. he says I'm beautiful but would it kill him to stare at me once in a while? I’d love to feel his eyes on me, knowing there is lust in those eyes. feeling the desire and love for me.

Maybe... hes losing interest in me?

“Meghan are you okay?” Ash asked, “Your glamour is very low.”

He finished putting the lotion on my back, I was so lost i thought I didn’t notice. Ash then got in front of me, when he smiled my heart skipped a beat.

“Go play in the water love.” I told him, “Just yell out if you run into trouble.”

He pressed his lips to mine and ran off. 

I puffed, he didn’t even notice my body...

 I stared up at the blue sky, is Ash... really happy with me? Did I make a mistake saving him from the winter court? Does he blame me for our son turning traitor? Maybe...I was never attractive and hes just coping with the fact he married such an ugly wife. 

swamp girl

I forgave but I never forgot high school Waldrop and the rest of the bullies. that nickname still hurts, its what everyone called me. Even Puck one time when he  was mad at me. Am I... not beautiful? Am I even pretty? When we was younger Ash called me beautiful almost every chance he got, now? I don’t even think that idea crosses his mind.

“Wait a second..? Swamp girl??” said a confused voice.

my heart stung at that word I looked up and there was Scott Waldrop. Gods, not now. Humans can’t see me... wait a second, when I was younger he didn’t realize who I was without a name cause he was happy I was gone. but now? his hatred for me must of caused him to recall me therefore he can see me. Waldrop was with girl clung to his arm, I saw a ring on both of their fingers. Married, huh? Waldrop himself has seen way better days. Hes no longer lean and handsome, hes fat and has a bald spot on his head. his wife might look better but her hatred for me makes me afraid. She’s a red head with red lipstick and wearing a black bathing suit. her eyes green.

“Honey who is this?” Asked the woman.

“A real freak. heard you got kidnapped and killed.”

The smile that ran across his face when he mentioned kidnapped and killed, he really does hate me...

“Nope. Still kicking. I’ve just been living life.”

Waldrop noticed the gold ring on my finger. and he snarled, “holy crap the swamp girl got a sugar daddy??”

“Hes not a sugar daddy!” I snapped, “Hes my husband!”

“Don’t snap at my husband freak!!” Snapped the red head.

I was silenced for her scream was deafening.

“Yes mam...” I mumbled, “I’m sorry....”

“Wait a second, where is this ‘husband’? is he seeing his true love. are you being cheated on-”

“Maybe in your dreams.” Stated Ash as he approached.

“Ash??” I gasped, was he keeping track of me the whole time?

Waldrop’s wife checking out Ash made me sick, but Waldrops glare at Ash was making me even more mad.

“Who in the hell are you?”

“Don’t remember me Waldrop? not too shocking we didn’t have much contact when we were younger. But youre harassing my wife. Its going to stop.”

“I don’t believe that Scott dear, hes too... hot to be married to a freak like this.”

Ash twitched, and my heart dropped Ash didn’t bring his wedding ring. said he coulden’t find it, how would ash prove it? I thought my life was-

However Ash pulled up his hand and there was a gold ring on his finger. They both gasped.

“Wow you must of-”

one Glare from ash silenced them both, he has a habit of doing that. 

“Get lost.” Ash snarled and they both stomped away.

Ash was fuming, i felt it, the anger in him was reaching unhealthy levels.

“Let me kill them.” Ash snarled.

“No you idiot! You can’t just kill people for no reason.”

“I have one.” “And that is..?”

“Look at you!” Ash shouted, “Youre shaking life a leaf! Is that how you were-”

Ash caught himself when he saw tears in my eyes. He then sat down next to me and played with my hair.

“Im so sorry Meghan.... I didn’t mean to yell. Can you forgive me? “

“Yes.” I sobbed.

Ash then curled his arm around me and pulled me in, my breasts pressing to his chest. I didn’t feel any heart beat rises. He must really-

“Ahem. I must apologize for my chest.”

“Pardon?” I asked.

“Touching your breasts. I don’t mean to offend you, it is not my intention to grope you.”

Wait a second...

“Ash have you been afraid to notice my body for this reason..? Or am I just not pretty to you?”

Ash has given people odd confused looks before, hes normally not one for nonsense but I have to take credit for the most confused look hes ever given someone. 

“Not pretty to me? Meghan what the hell are you talking about? I think youre the most perfect woman in both the worlds. Have you really not noticed my eyes on you whenever youre not looking. I stare at you quiet often.”

Oh gods I feel so stupid, but at the same time... my heart is soaring. replacing all that sadness with a happy feeling that is impossible to contain.

Ash then softly cupped my breasts and I felt my face get a little warm.

“These are especially nice, I’ve noticed. Its just impolite to scream it out.”

I giggled, “Well they’re only for you. You should stare at them more often.”

Ash chuckled, “Very well. We should go home before I lose my patience again” 

Before that I cupped his face and kissed his lips, he kissed back. My husband loves me, he thinks I’m beautiful. I love him so much. We got into the carriage and drove off.

While driving Ash kept looking at me sympathetically. We both knew what was on his mind.

“Yes, that was my life before Ethan got kidnapped.”

“I just don’t understand how people could be so mean to you.” Ash mumbled.

“I don’t get it either Ash. I don’t.... ever want to go back to that life.”

“And you won’t.” Ash stated as he curled his arms around me.

“Promise? Promise you won’t let me go back to that life....” Ash then kissed my ear “I promise. You’ll never go around those people.” 

I don’t recall what happened after that. I just felt safe falling sleep in my husbands arms.  

[stevie-kd]

“Cold”

Part 2

Read part 1 here

::In which Bakugou and Kirishima are still trapped in a cave, slowly freezing to death, and luck doesn’t seem to be in their favor today as things only go downhill::

•••••••••••••••

It was probably the sound of teeth chattering that woke him. That didn’t make much sense because he was surprisingly warm in his sleeping bag.

Then it dawned on him. Kirishima.

Bakugou sat up, ignoring the pain that spiked through his back. The fire was nearly out, and Kirishima stood over it attempting to bring it back to life. Even in the dull light Bakugou could see how pale his boyfriend was.

“Dumbass!” Bakugou spat. “If you were this cold you should have told me!”

He looked over at Bakugou with sad puppy eyes. It made Bakugou seethe, disgusted by how fucking adorable it was. Kirishima had no business being that cute.

“You looked so peaceful,” Kirishima admitted. “I didn’t want to wake you.”

“You’re freezing, idiot. Take the stupid sleeping bag before I beat you to death.”

Bakugou wiggled out of the bag before Kirishima could protest. He kicked it over to the redhead, who only looked guilty accepting it. Nonetheless, he knew Bakugou enough to know he wasn’t joking around. Kirishima looked like a ghost, and that was putting it lightly. His skin was deathly white and his lips were a disturbing shade of purple. The dark, dried blood that trailed down the side of his face only helped to make him look paler. There was a slight tremble to his shoulders Bakugou couldn’t ignore.

“Sit down and get warm,” Bakugou demanded, forcing himself to stand without the use of his arms. “I’m going to get the fire going again.”

“Without using your quirk.”

“Tch. I will if I have to.”

“You’ll only hurt yourself—”

“I don’t give a damn!” Bakugou shouted through gritted teeth. “My arms aren’t as important as our lives.”

“I get that, Kats, but what about your quirk? If you hurt your arms bad enough that you can’t use your quirk again, your hero dream is over.”

Bakugou frowned. “I wouldn’t be much of a hero if I couldn’t even save the guy I loved.”

Kirishima opened his mouth to respond but clamped it shut again. A soft smile spread over his lips. “I love you too, Katsuki.”

He finally climbed into the sleeping bag and parked himself beside the dying fire. He melted into the fabric, and the teeth chattering slowly silenced. “Wow,” Kirishima breathed, “it’s still warm from you. I didn’t realize how cold I was.”

Bakugou knew Kirishima must have been freezing because without the insulated sleeping bag Bakugou could feel just how much the temperature dropped since the avalanche. “Ei, how long have we been in here?”

“Mm, maybe a couple hours? I’m not sure. The communicator still isn’t working, so I haven’t caught word from anyone yet.”

Bakugou huffed. He really hoped the class hadn’t assumed they were dead. After so long without answers, Bakugou wouldn't be surprised if any of them started to feel dread. He knew his classmates well enough to know they wouldn’t give up though.

With his left arm, which hurt a little less than his right, he scooped up Kirishima’s flashlight off the ground and clicked it on. He headed deeper into the cave in search of more sticks, hearing a faint, “Be careful!” from behind him, which he responded to with a grunt.

Fucking rocks everywhere. That’s all he could find! He was beginning to lose hope when he finally came across a branch long dead and speckled with crisp leaves.

He started kicking the thing back towards the fire, figuring he didn’t want to drag it back and hurt his arms more. The pain had lessened to a dull throbbing, but using his arms now would only bring it back tenfold.

He finally reached the fire and started stomping on the branch to break it up into smaller sticks. Once pleased with his work, he sat with his legs criss-crossed and used his left arm to toss branches into the flames one by one. The fire was already coming back to life.

“Good job, dude!” Kirishima congratulated him from where he was snuggled up in the sleeping bag. He scooted closer to Bakugou until their shoulders touched.

“Hungry?” Bakugou asked, leaning into Kirishima. He could feel the slightest warmth radiating from him.

“Honestly, yeah,” Kirishima answered. “I didn’t eat much today. A couple protein bars and an apple.”

Flatly, Bakugou said, “Eijirou.”

“I know, I know. ‘Take better care of yourself, blah, blah.’ I would’ve eaten better if I’d known we wouldn’t be back in time for dinner. Didn’t expect to wind up trapped in a cave when I ran out the door this morning.”

Bakugou scowled. It was because of him they were in this mess after all. If he’d just used his damn brain, Kirishima wouldn’t be freezing to death or starving or bleeding from the head!

Kirishima nudged him. “Hey. I didn’t mean it like that. This isn’t your fault, Blasty.”

Kirishima Eijirou and Bakugou Katsuki—

Both boys stiffened at the sudden voice echoing in their heads. It was a feminine voice, and strangely the woman was speaking directly into Bakugou’s brain, not his ears. He noted the voice sounded distantly familiar as it continued to coil through his mind.

This is Mandalay of the Wild, Wild Pussycats. If you can hear this message, just sit tight. We’re on our way. It may be awhile before we can reach you, so do your best to survive. Keep warm and stay alert. The mountain is more unstable than anyone realized. A second avalanche is likely, but we’ll try to have you both to safety before it comes to that. We’re doing everything we can. Mandalay, over and out.

Bakugou’s mouth felt suddenly dry. He remembered those damn Pussycat heroes from the training camp where the League managed to snag him. Mandalay was the most normal of the bunch of freaks, Pixie-Jo or whatever the fuck her name was had been a total creep, and he wasn’t around the other two weirdos enough to even remember their names.

“The tracker must be working,” Kirishima breathed, more likely thinking out loud than talking to Bakugou. He slumped against his boyfriend, letting his head rest against Bakugou’s shoulder. “They’re coming for us.”

Bakugou grunted his reply. He reached past Kirishima for the backpack, but a sharp pain shot from his wrist to his elbow. He drew back too fast, only managing to worsen the pain. He bit his lip to hold back a yelp.

“Babe! Hey, you alright?” Kirishima was asking then, whipping his arms out of the sleeping bag to cradle Bakugou as he held his arm tight against his chest. “No more using your arms. If you need something, just ask me next time.”

“‘Kay,” Bakugou spoke through clenched teeth. He would’ve argued if anyone else were here, but it was just Kirishima. He knew not to push it. He didn’t like making Kirishima mad.

The redhead pulled the bag to them and dug out the thermos. After he unscrewed the cap, a plume of steam rose from the mouth of the can. “Wow, still warm.”

“Good,” Bakugou breathed out through a sigh. “It’ll help warm up our cores. Help us stay alive.”

Kirishima nodded against him. He took a long sip from the thermos, then passed it to Bakugou. “Cheers.”

Bakugou chuckled at that, but the sound was strained. He accepted the soup, downing a few gulps himself.

There was a strange rumble then. Bakugou stiffened at the sound of shifting rocks. Kirishima‘s grip on him tightened.

There were a few short moments of near perfect silence, despite the crackling of the fire. Bakugou swallowed, bringing himself to stand up. He had a bad feeling rising in his chest.

“Do you think that’s them? The Pros?” Kirishima asked quietly. “Our classmates?”

Bakugou pursed his lips. “I don’t think so, Ei.”

Then it happened all at once, so fast Bakugou could hardly process what was happening. He would’ve been killed if it wasn’t for Kirishima’s instantaneous reaction.

The rumbling was loud, so loud, and the ground was shaking and the ceiling was practically coming down. Bakugou stumbled and tripped over the backpack, throwing his hands out to protect himself.

He screamed at the pure agony that shot through his arms, the sound ripping through his throat. All he could think about was pain, pain, pain.

Kirishima dove on top of him, his body hardened from head to toe. He braced himself on his hands and knees, taking each blow from the ceiling as it crumbled.

The light of the fire disappeared, and the boys were consumed in darkness. The cave went silent and still, as well as Bakugou’s mind.

++++++++++++++

Read part 3 here

IM SORRY... for how long it took me to post this. Not for tormenting our two best boys of course ����

Yeah, I had a lot of problems with the program I was using to write this (kept telling me there was a merge error ?? And deleting random bits of my work ?????) so I’ve switched over to Google Docs and so far that’s working well for me. It’ll take some getting used to, but worth the change so long as it doesn’t randomly delete my writing 😤 (yes I’m a little salty about it)

ANYWAY ! Thanks for the read, and I’ll have the final part posted soon! I started another fic that I think y’all might like,,,,, maybe,,,, hopefully ?? Yep yep KiriBaku of course.

9/14/2020

[imaginejamesandsirius]

Prompt: Can I get a pov of harry over the years having two dads? Like instead of getting scolded for a prank, he gets a reward or advices on draco?

and “Im not sure if you’ve already receive this because I sent a prompt two months ago. Prompt: Harry’s POV growing up with two dads” 

Harry was laying face down on the floor, feeling miserable. Dad didn't seem to care, because other than an, "I'll listen to you when you have a better tone," he just let Harry be sad. Pop would save him, right? Because laying on the hard, cold wood was only making him feel worse, but if he got up, he'd be proving Dad right when he'd first said that all Harry needed was a little quiet time. 

The front door opened and closed, and Harry waited. "What's happening here?" Pop asked in a whisper. 

"Harry was getting overwhelmed, and when I reminded him that he couldn't yell at me, he decided the floor was his best friend." 

"Ah," Pop said, and Harry figured that this was the time where he'd step in. But all he did was pat him gently on the head and keep walking. 

Harry made a noise of frustration but didn't move. Now he was mad again, and he didn't want to get in real trouble if he screamed again. After ages and ages of listening to them walk around and move the chairs, he pushed himself up and shuffled off to his room. He'd still have to be quiet, but at least he could do it sitting on his bed. 

*

Hey Dad, can I go to Ron's tonight?" Neville was supposed to be there too, but his parents said it didn't really matter unless it was a whole bunch of people. 

Dad didn't look up, bringing the paper closer to his face to peer through his glasses at something (probably on the Quidditch page). "Go ask your father." 

Harry shuffled off and made his way to the garage. He opened the door and stepped onto the cold concrete steps, then looked up and saw Pop working on his motorbike, hair tied back. He said that Harry had to get older before he was allowed to ride it, but he'd said that years ago too, so Harry wasn't sure he'd ever be allowed. "Hey Pop, can I spend the night at Ron's?" 

"Go ask your father." 

"I just asked him." 

"And what did he say?" 

"To ask you." 

Pop nodded. "Uh-huh. Go ask him again, prongslet." 

"Okay." It didn't make any sense, but fine, he'd go back and ask Dad again. He went back in the house and walked to the living room again where Dad was now holding the newspaper a few centimeters from his nose. "Hey Dad? Can I go to Ron's for tonight?" 

"Er," Dad said, clearly not paying attention as his brow furrowed. "Go ask your father." 

"I just asked him," Harry said, a little annoyed. This wasn't a big thing he was asking, he'd been to Ron's a hundred times before. 

"Ask him again." 

"He told me to ask you again." 

"Well go ask him one more time Haz, just for good measure." 

Harry scowled at his father, but he still wasn't looking. "Fine," he said, throwing up his hands and turning towards the garage. This time, he opened the door but didn't step down. "Pop, can I go to Ron's?" 

"I thought you were going to ask Dad?" 

"I did, and he told me to ask you again." 

"How rude," Pop commented idly, clearly not meaning it. Harry kinda meant it. "When are you wanting to leave?" 

"Before dinner?" 

"And when will you be back?" 

"Before... lunch?" 

Pop nodded, finally looking up at him. "Sounds good. Let me know when you're ready and I'll bring you over." 

"Pop," Harry whined, blushing a little. "I'm not a little kid anymore, I know how to use the floo." 

"I know you do, but I don't let you wander the streets all by yourself, so you don't get to use the floo all by yourself." 

"I'm old enough to do both of those. I'm going to Hogwarts next year," he said, hoping that it would convince Pop to let him go by himself. It was so embarrassing to have his parents dropping him off every single time when he was perfectly capable of doing it himself. 

"Ugh, don't remind me," Pop said, making a face. "I'm not happy about that either, but it's not like you'll be traipsing about the town by yourself; you're going to be in school, and it's only once you're thirteen that you're allowed to go to Hogsmeade weekends. I can handle you doing that at thirteen. Not ten. You're too young. Oh Merlin how are you already ten this is ridiculous." 

"But I can go?" Harry asked. If he didn't stop Pop, he'd just keep going and going. 

"Yep. And don't even think about popping over by yourself because I will come get you back if you try it." 

"I won't," Harry sighed. The memory of the time he'd tried that was burned permanently into his brain, and he never wanted to be that embarrassed again. 

*

Dear Dad and Pop,

I got detention. Professor McGonagall looked pretty mad, but you don't think she hates me now, right? She let me on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, that must mean she likes me a little? Wait do you think she'll kick me off? No jokes, I need to know because now I'm freaking out. It was only fifteen points and that's not NEAR enough to get rid of me. I think. Maybe? Merlin, I'm panicking. She doesn't HAVE to keep me on because she was already breaking the rules to get me on in the first place! My quidditch career is over before it could get started :( I'm going to end up, like, writing on an endless piece of parchment for the rest of my life until the day I die. 

Anyways, I got detention because Malfoy (Draco, you remember him? What a prick) challenged me to a duel and I said yes only we had to do it after curfew because you're not allowed to duel, and instead of showing up he told Filch and I got caught out of bed. So yeah, Ron's got detention too, which isn't fun but at least we'll be writing lines together. It's supposed to be with Professor Quirrell, and I know he doesn't may that much attention so we'll be able to pass notes or something instead of dying of boredom. 

Homework is awful. I can't believe I have to do this for SEVEN YEARS, I'm not sure I'll survive another month of this. 

Love you! Harry 

James read it, then laughed and handed it over to Sirius. "Your son is a drama queen." 

"Our son," Sirius corrected. "Our son is a drama queen." Sirius got further down and snickered. "A very big drama queen. Why did he agree to a duel? Does he even know any spells that he could use?" 

"They're eleven, so he could probably use the Jelly Legs Jinx and win," James said automatically, then paused. "We should tell him not to accept any future duels, right? That's something responsible parents do?" 

"I think so," Sirius said, grabbing a sheet of parchment for their reply. The responding letter mostly consisted of a mini confetti explosion in celebration of his first detention, an assurance that McGonagall wasn't going to kick him off the team over fifteen measly points when James had easily cost Gryffindor three hundred points in his first year and still made it on the quidditch team in second year, and a reminder to not accept duels until he was at least fifteen and knew what he was doing. They may or may not have attached a list of possible pranks for Harry to use on Draco as payback for narcing on him, but they were merely suggestions. 

*

"I'm going to wrap you in a bubble charm and keep you home so you'll be safe," Pop said, practically suffocating Harry in a hug. He'd hugged him as soon as they came into the Hospital Wing, and he still hadn't let go. Dad had given him a very tight hug, then sat on the bed looking all worried. Harry had thought that was going to be the worst part-- the worried faces-- but Pop was still clinging to him. 

"You're choking me," Harry said. 

"Yeah and I don't think we can realistically keep him in the house that long. He'd pull a jailbreak, and then where would we be? C'mon Si, let the kiddo breathe," Dad said, tugging on Pop's arm. 

Pop finally let go, but it was very reluctant. Then he walked around the bed and cuddled up to Dad, looking like a sad puppy. 

"Look Harry, me and Pop talked about it and... maybe we should homeschool you next year."

"What?" 

"Last year was fine, you know? Unique sort of situation, you were trying to do the right thing, and it was just the once. But now, well now it's starting to feel like a pattern. I know you're not creating the trouble or summat, but this is the second time in two years that you've had a completely once-in-a-lifetime thing happen and it nearly killed you both times. Last time it was a philosopher's stone, this time it was a sodding basilisk, what's going to happen next year? Dumbledore's phoenix goes rogue?" 

"James," Pop said quietly, and Dad shook his head, expression turning half-worried, half-determined. 

"Right, just er, we think it would be safest this way. It's not set in stone yet or anything," he added when Harry realised they were being serious and not joking around, "but we- well, we're thinking about it for next year." 

"How is that any different than keeping me in a bubble?" 

"Lots of kids get homeschooled, it's not that strange. You'd still be able to leave the house and everything." 

"What about quidditch?" Even if both his parents and Uncle Moony played with him, that wouldn't be enough for a single team, let alone a game. 

"Like I said Haz, it's not decided yet." 

"But you're thinking about it," he muttered petulantly, picking at the white sheet covering his legs. 

"You almost died. Twice. That's not normal, so we don't get to treat it like it is." 

Harry wanted to cry because it wasn't fair, but Dad's voice was getting that edge to it that meant he was getting all emotional and wasn't going to be swayed no matter how much Harry tried to talk him out of it. Oh Merlin he was actually about to start crying. He scrubbed at his face, and now Pop was hugging him again but he didn't mind as much this time. 

"I know it seems like the end of the world, Harry," he said quietly, just for Harry's ears, "but all we want is for you to be safe, happy, and healthy. We'll figure it out together, okay?" 

Harry sniffled and didn't respond. 

*

"Hey, erm, can Draco come to dinner this Saturday?" 

"Yeah sure," Dad said, then paused, whipping his head around comically to look at Harry. "Draco Malfoy?" 

"Er. Yeah? Do you know any other Draco's?" 

"I thought you hated him." 

"Back in like, first year, when he was a total prat," Harry said, shifting awkwardly. He'd known this was going to be awkward as all hell when he asked if Draco wanted to come, but having to deal with it was a whole new level of mortifying. 

"Is not a prat anymore?" Dad asked, but it's not as though he had a personal stake in this, he was just confused. All he had to go on was the Malfoy name-- and therefore what he knew about Lucius and Narcissa-- and what Harry told him. Harry had been a touch, er, in denial about his obsession with Draco, but Ron had set him straight (as it were). 

"He's not that bad when you get him to use his brain." Once you pointed out the issues with blood purist logic, he started to get over it. It was a bit of a work in progress, but he was trying. He had even apologised to Hermione for calling her slurs, and after it became clear he meant it, they'd started getting along. Sort of. They both liked to be the smartest person in the room, so they had a tendency to butt heads. "You'll see, he's great." 

"Okay," Dad said slowly, peering at Harry in a way that made him shift again. "Oh." Dad's eyes went wide, and he had a little smirk on his face. 

Harry's face flamed in embarrassment. 

"Of course he can come." 

*

Harry was wringing his hands, waiting for the yelling to start. His fathers had never yelled at him before, but more and more often they'd been yelling near him, and with everything going on recently, they might actually yell at him this time. He'd broken into the Ministry, brought his friends with him, nearly died again, gone toe to toe with Death Eaters when they didn't think he should even be dueling yet, and... he'd had his arse saved by them and the other Order members showing up. They were going to be so mad at him for not only getting into this mess, but for dragging his friends into the trouble too. Sure Neville, Ron, and Hermione were all used to this by now, but this was a first time for the others. Ginny and Luna, for example. And Luna had gotten a cut on her leg so bad that she couldn't walk. Ginny had gotten sand from the time turners in the cuts on her hand and now she was having issues with her memory. Not the mention that Draco had specifically not been invited to help the situation with his family, but he'd come along anyways and gotten a bludgeoning spell right in the arm. 

And it was all his fault. 

Almost all of them had gotten hurt, and it was Harry's fault. Buggering hell, he deserved to get yelled at. Maybe next time he'd be smart enough to leave them all at Hogwarts, where they'd be safe. 

Dad came over to him, but Pop was still talking (more like arguing) with the aurors. "You hurt?" he asked. 

Mutely, Harry shook his head. 

Dad pulled him into a one armed hug, his other hand still clutched tight around his wand. "Let's go home." 

"My friends-" 

"Are going home too. You'll be able to check in with them tomorrow." 

They started to walk, but Harry stopped. "What about Pop?" 

"He'll meet us at home when he's done." 

"I... okay," Harry muttered. 

*

Voldemort was dead again, and Harry felt guilty for everyone that had died. Felt guilty for everyone that had gotten hurt. He felt... a lot, and none of it was good. Dad had almost died, and Pop hadn't been able to stop crying for three days. When Dad got out of hospital, he'd done a lot of crying too. 

Harry moved out, thinking it would help. 

His fathers kept calling him to make sure he was still eating and getting rest; he wasn't. They asked him to move back in, and he did because all moving out had done was make him feel worse. His nightmares had gotten worse and he never wanted to leave the flat, let alone cook himself anything decent. Living back at home though, Dad was cooking to deal with stress, and Pop forced him to come along for errands just so he'd get fresh air. 

*

"Hey Pop?" 

"Hm?" 

"What would you say if I told you I fancy women?" 

"I'd ask if there's a particular woman taking up your attention." 

"And if I fancy men?" 

"I'd ask if there's a particular man taking up your attention." 

"And if I fancy both?" 

Pop looked over at him and blinked. "I'd ask if you're dating two people at once, because that can be dangerous. Do they know about each other? Cause it's fine if they do, but if they don't, that's playing with fiendfyre, Haz." 

Harry laughed, shaking his head. "No, there's not anyone. Not a man or a woman, and certainly not one of each. I was just... I dunno, I guess I was wondering if you were okay with it?" 

"Course I am." Pop tilted his head a little. "Were you worried?" 

"I dunno. A little." 

"Has it escaped your attention that I am married to your father? Another man?" 

Harry rolled his eyes, giving Pop's shoulder a shove as he started to feel a little silly for being nervous. "Yeah, I noticed, thanks. Do you think Dad will care?" 

"He'll probably ask you the same questions I did." 

"Why would you both think there's someone I'm interested in?" 

"There was a certain Draco Malfoy that you were eyeing, if I remember correctly." 

"You knew about that?" Harry squeaked, cheeks reddening. 

"You aren't very subtle, prongslet. Did that ever go anywhere?" 

Harry thought about the almost dates they'd been going on, and his blush deepened. He cleared his throat, and Pop chuckled. 

"Don't worry about it, kiddo, I'm just taking the piss. Dad won't mind that you like one or the other or both anymore than I did." 

Harry cleared his throat again and willed for his cheeks to go back to their normal color. "Thanks, Pop." He'd won a war, been in more fights than he could count, but telling his fathers that he was bi was still embarrassing. 

[just-random-obsessions]

Funny Moments In Thor The Dark World

Find Thor 1 here

Find Avengers 1 here

This is the second part of me watching all three thor movies and the avengers movie and comparing the humor pre-ragnarok to the humor in the 3rd Thor movie. And, as before, I’m writing this on my computer where the I and U keys don’t work so sorry for any spelling mistakes.

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~ “Hello Mother. Have I made you proud?”

~ “Please don’t make things worse” “Define worse”

~ “I really don’t see what all the fuss is about”

~ “Just like you”

~ *That smile!!!!*

~ “I’ve got this completely under control!” “Is that why everything’s on fire?”

~ *About the Scary MonsterTM: “All yours”

~ *Thor says hi to the Big Scary MonsterTM*

~ “I accept your surrender”

~ “Anyone else?” *All the people simultaneously: NOPE*

~ “Perhaps next time we should START with the big one”

~ *Odin obviously shipping Thor and Jane* (idk I got a kick out of this)

~ *Jane awkwardly avoiding her date*

~ *Date: hi*

~ *Him awkwardly talking about his ex*

~ “And the fact that she kept sleeping with other men” “NO!”

~ *Darcy being mistaken for a waitress*

~ *Darcy mouthing “Cute” to Jane about Richard*

~ *Darcy embarrassing Jane by talking about Thor*

~ “Is there a point to all of this cause there REALLY needs to be a point to all of this”

~ “That’s what I said!”

~ “That’s what I did!”

~ “He’s not interested” “I’m interested” (Am I the only one who feels like his awkwardness was actually kinda cute?)

~ “He’s my intern.” “You have an intern?”

~ *Intern is fucking adorable like Richard*

~ “I have totally mastered driving in London!” *Has not mastered it at all*

~ *Selvig running around Stonehenge naked*

~ *Darcy keeps calling Ian ‘Intern’*

~ *Darcy calls Jane cause she didn’t wanna shout*

~ God I fucking love Darcy she’s so criminally underrated

~ “I am not getting stabbed in the name of science”

~ “It’s okay, we’re Americans!” “Is that supposed to make them like us?”

~ “We’re scientists-well I am” “Thanks”

~ “That doesn’t seem right”

~ “I wanna throw something! Jane give me your shoe!”

~ *Jane ignores Darcy*

~ “Give me your shoe”

~ “Were those the car keys?”

~ *Ian’s face when he realizes he threw the car keys to another planet*

~ *If you have to bury so many people then you’re doing something wrong you hot dumb fuck* (I mean that’s basically what Heimdall said right?)

~ “Typical” *after being left behind while Jane goes to talk to her boyfriend*

~ *Jane! Love of my life and most talented and beautiful person in the world oh how I love yo-SLAP*

~ “As excuses go, its not terrible”

~ “I know” “You do?” “Do what?”

~ *Darcy interrupts the KissTM*

~ “Um I’m pretty sure we are getting arrested”

~ “How’s space?” “Space is fine”

~ “He’s my intern… My intern’s intern”

~ “Holy shit!” (after Jane went up in the Bifrost)

~ *Heimdall calmly dodges the car*

~ “We have to do that again”

~ “Hello”

~ “What’s that?”

~ “It’s a soul forge” *No I’m pretty sure that’s a quantum field generator*

~ *Jane being ready to fight Odin for comparing her to a goat*

~ “You told your dad about me?”

~ “It must be so inconvenient, them asking about me day and night”

~ “Please meet my mother” *Jane shies away from Thor*

~ Loki casually tossing the thingamajig in the air like the cute little shit he is

~ Lord, he’s so damn pretty

~ *Kurse being like: Lol I ain’t touchin’ that boy with a ten foot pole*

~ “It’s as if they resent being in prison”

~ “There’s no pleasing some creatures”

~ *Loki calmly reading a book while all Hel breaks loose*

~ “You have my word that no harm will come to yo-” nvm bitch die

~ *THAT look between Sif and Jane*

~ *Frigga immediately seeing through Odin’s bs lies*

~ *Heimdall: I have defeated the big space ship!! The bigger one behind him: Bitch you thought*

~ “WITCH!!!!” *Now I know who Loki gets his amazing aforementioned smile from*

~ *Selvig using shoes to explain complicated science*

~ *Selvig then using pencils*

~ “Any questions?” “Yeah, can I have my shoe back?”

~ “What’s SHIELD?” “It’s a secret”

~ *Darcy’s cute af face when she sees that Selvig is in the mental hospital*

~ “Are you sure you wouldn’t just rather punch your way out?”

~ *Loki shapeshifting into the guard*

~ “Mmm Brother, you look ravishing”

~ “Costumes a bit much”

~ “So tight!”

~ “I can FEEL the righteousness surging!!”

~ “HEY wanna have a rousing discussion about truth?”

~ “Honor?”

~ “Patriotism?”

~ “GOD BLESS AMERICA!”

~ “At last. A little common sens-”Bitch are you really fucking kidding me? (What do you mean that’s not what he said?)

~ “I thought you liked tricks”

~ “I’m Loki, you may have heard of-” SLAP

~ “That was for New York”

~ “I like her”

~ *Loki gazing lovingly at Jane in the background*

~ “Betray him, and I’ll kill you.” “It’s good to see you too Sif”

~ “If you even think about betraying him-” “You’ll kill me? Evidently there will be a line”

~ “I thought you said you knew how to fly this thing.” “I said how hard can it be?”

~ “Whatever your doing brother I suggest you do it faster.” “Shut up Loki

~ “You must’ve missed something.” “I didn’t, I’m pressing every button on this thing”

~ “Well don’t hit it. Just press it, gently.” “I aM pReSsInG iT gEnTlY AND ITS NOT WORKING!!!”

~ *Thor starts slamming buttons and it starts working*

~ *Volstagg: Oh fighting is much fun- OH SHIT IM FALLING!! HELP!!!*

~ “I think you missed a column.” “Shut up”

~ “Why don’t you let me take over? I’m clearly the best pilot”

~ *Bitch I’m the one who can actually fly*

~ “Oh dear. Is she dead?”

~ *Thor knocks over a column* “Not a word”

~ “Now they’re following us”

~ “Now they’re firing at us”

~ “Yes thank you for the commentary Loki, it’s not at all distracting”

~ “Well done, you just decapitated your grandfather”

~ *Seriously, whoever wrote the escape scene is a genius!!!*

~ *Loki yelling at Thor about how thIs was a bad idea you dumb fuck- wait wtf are you doing AAAAHHHHH!!!!1*

~ “You lied to me. I’m impressed”

~ *That smile again snfnejaihfeqrqrsbdsalxdjewonjfeq*

~ “For Asgard!” YEET

~ “Nothing personal boys!”

~ “If it were easy, everyone would do it”

~ “Are you mad?” “Possibly”

~ “TADAAA”

~ “Oh yeah, my father. Eric Selvig”

~ “And these” “yeah… those”

~ “How did you find me?” “You were naked on television”

~ “I don’t get paid enough. I don’t get paid at all”

~ “What’s happening? Birds? Birds are happening?”

~ “All right are you ready?” “I am”

~ *phone rings* “It’s not me”

~ “Why are there so many shoes in here?”

~ “I’ll just text her”

~ “So who’s Richard?”

~ *Thor hanging his hammer on a coat hanger*

~ “Where are your pants?” “Oh he says it helps him think”

~ “Loki is dead” “Oh thank God!”

~ “Better get my pants”

~ “Do you even know what these things do?” “No” “…Neither do I”

~ “Ooh get the guy with the sword!”

~ “Oops”

~ *Ian’s high-pitched scream*

~ *Does car insurance cover My Car Was Sucked Into Another Planet Due To A Cosmic Event That Only Occurs Once Every 5000 Years or no?*

~ *Thor and Malekith fighting between worlds and poor little Mjolnir trying to keep up*

~ *The two of them against windows*

~ *AAAHHH*

~ *Awww! Look at the cute little Jotunheim monster! He’s so adorable I wanna pet him so much!’

~ *Darcy and Ian kissing after he saved her life*

~ “Darcy?” “Jane!” “Ian?” “Selvig.”

~ “Myuh Myuh!!”

~ *Thor ends up on the subway*

~ *The girl taking 50 photos*

~ *Thor and the woman colliding into eachother*

~ “I’ve come to accept your surrender”

~ *Malekith gets crushed by his own ship. Now that’s some lovely karma right there*

~ *Darcy and Ian go back to kissing*

~ “He kinda committed treason on our way out” oops

~ Jotunheim Puppy chasing birds

Wow I’m so sorry this was so long. But guess what? It’s gonna get even longer. Sorry, again.

So one of the differences between the first and second Thor movies is that Thor 2 has humor in the climax whereas Thor 1 doesn’t. This is because of the differences with who is the villain. In Thor 1, Thor is having to fight his brother. To quote Avengers, they “played together and fought together” for several millennia. Of course there’s not going to be any humor in it cause there shouldn’t be. The climax at the end of the movie isn’t supposed to be some epic battle between the forces of Good TM and Bad TM. It’s supposed to be tragic that he’s having to fight his own brother because Loki lost his mind due to so many factors. The last joke in the film is “You’re an amazon liar brother, always have been” “It’s good to have you back”. There’s nothing else till the end credit scene. That’s because Kenneth Branagh knew that this was supposed to be viewed at as being sad a hopeless, not some awesome upbeat battle.

Thor 2 on the other hand, is exactly that. Thor has known Malekith for.. what? 2 days? Maybe 3? His relationship and dynamic with Malekith is different than with his brother. To Thor, this is just another enemy attacking Asgard. And I’m not sure whether this was intentional or not (because I remember reading somewhere how Allen Taylor had a bitch of a time in the editing process so I think the movie came out different than he intended) but the lack of any personal relationship will Malekith means the film can make really funny jokes and still have it fit with the film. If anything, I might even argue that the humor helped the film to maintain a very nice positive vibe. Idk I can’t think of the right words to explain it but the jokes actually fit the film very well.

However, then we move on to Ragnarok. With Ragnarok, Thor is fighting his sister. While (just like Malekith) he has only known her for two days, that still doesn’t take away the fact that he is having to fight his sibling. And I’m not a film director but if I had the option of approaching this situation and taking it the Thor 1 route or the the Thor 2 route, I’d go with Thor 1. Because it’s actually incredibly tragic that Hela has been driven to insanity like Loki (though ok a different level) due to Odin’s shitty parenting. She is the horrible way she is because Odin made her that way. And that could’ve been an AMAZINGLY complex story with the audience feeling so much sympathy for Hela like we did with Loki in Thor 1, but the narrative just falls flat for two reasons. 1) Taika admitted he didn’t want the film to be emotionally complex so 2) The humor in the climax completely detracts from the seriousness of the situation.

Also, some side notes: Yes, this is edited from the original. I accidentally deleted everything and then had to go back and add everything back in. So I also had to re-tag people too. And I also added a bit more explanation at the end. I meant to do so when I originally posted but it never got done till now. Sry. Also sry that it’s so long

[honeysuckleharrison]

Run For Your Life Part XIII

pairing- George Harrison x Reader

warnings- angst

year- 1964

Summary- You're falling hard for George.  There's just a few problems. John Lennon is your protective older brother, and their band, The Beatles are leaving for their first tour in America.  

Word count- 900

Disclaimer/ AN-  So hi, this is the first fic I've published.  This is FICTION. So the timeline may not match up with reality.  For example, Julians not in it. So ignore that, and just enjoy the story for what it's worth.  Anyways, I'm so excited to release my first fic. If you guys have any questions, or comments or anything, please comment or ask me. Sorry for the infrequent updates, there's still so much more to come!

George turned to Paul.  His face somehow looked more scared.  If John found out he'd be dead. Paul just kept his head straight, his face full of guilt.  Knowing George's secret was another thing Paul had to feel bad about. 

       "Oh my god," George groaned, "did you tell anyone else while you were at it?" 

       "Calm down," Ringo spoke, "'m sorry." 

       "Damn right you are." George said, placing his head in his hand.  Paul still looked guilty as ever. The events of last night started hitting him.  

       "I'm so sorry," Ringo repeated.  George was too frustrated to speak.  He didn't want to snap at Ringo, he had only made a mistake.  A potentially life threatening mistake. Paul and John were extremely close, and George couldn't Paul not to tell. Paul still wore the same look.  His lips were in a pout and his puppy dog eyes made him appear sad.  

       "I really am" Ringo said.

       George huffed and kept his head down.  It was silent for a moment. Paul's eyes searched George and Ringo to see what would happen next, if anything.  George looked up at Ringo apologetically. Maybe telling Paul didn't mean John would find out.  

       "I told John."  Ringo finally admitted.  The color drained from George's face.  He shot up and stared into Ringo's eyes with anger.  His mouth hung open shock. This was it.  

        "YOU WHAT?" George yelled, "Do you have any idea what John will-"

       "It's ok." Paul interjected, "I spiked his drink last night, he won't remember anything."  Immediately after admitting it, Paul put his face in his hands. He felt so bad.  

       George's body became less tense, but his face remained shocked.  

       "It's true," Ringo added with his head down, "He came in my room cause Cynth kicked 'im out. He was out of it." 

         George let out a sigh and placed his fingers on his temples.

         In the Bathroom, John stood putting his weight on the sink.  He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Guilt ran through him as he thought about what happened.  Something had happened last night that made John mad, he knew that much. But he had no idea what could possibly make him that pissed at George and Paul.  He stood up straight, took another deep breath, and went back to the table.  

        Walking back to the table, John saw Paul with a strange expression on his face.  He looked guilty. It looked familiar though. John started to remember how Paul made that same face last night.  He remembered that he was on the floor, and Paul ran out of his room with that same expression. He searched his mind for any more information.  John thought of you, and a phone. Was paul on the phone? Was Paul on the phone with you?

       John scoffed with disgust at Paul as the memory hit him.  Paul lifted his chin from his hands and looked at John confused.  "Where did that come from?" Paul asked 

       "Please, you know what you did Macca."  Paul put his face in his hands in embarrassment. 

      "Listen, I'm so sorry about the drink, I didn't know about Cynthia and I-" His explanation was cut short by John. 

     "What? The drink?" John said confused.   Paul's eyes lit up in surprise and he looked at John.  If Paul hadn't said anything John wouldn't have remembered.  John searched his eyes for some clue as to what he meant by "the drink".  Maybe it had something to do with why he was on the floor of the hotel. And what did it have to do with Cynthia?  John remembered promising her to stay sober but that was about it.  

       "Oh my god." John said as he remembered the incident.  He didn't even say what happened. Ringo and George didn't say anything.  They minded their own business and let John and Paul fight, as they often did.

       "And where were you two while Paul here was ruining my marriage, hm?" John asked, calling Paul out.  Ringo and George continued to stay silent, they knew not to got involved. "Rings, you were too busy mopin' about in the corner, weren't ya?" 

      "Hey, John I took care of ye last night after Cynth kicked ye out, don't put this on me." Ringo explained.  He was not letting anyone push him around right now. The angry energy that filled the group was rubbing off on him too.  

       John scoffed, he wanted to argue that but he couldn't.  

     "And George, you were off with some bird like ya always are." 

      "C'mon John yer always doin' the same, difference is you've got a wife, watch it." George snapped.

       "Ah, but who's ta say you don't got a bird back 'ome you've just cheated on.  The guilty always speak up don't they?" John said not realizing he just spoke the truth.  Just then he remembered laying in the bed beside Ringo. What did with staying in Ringo's room have to do with George and the current conversation?

      "Back of Lennon, I'm not Paul.  I take 'em one at a time." George assured him.

      "Hey mate, don't go bringin' me into your mess."  Paul said, suddenly entering the conversation. George and Paul continued to bicker, whispering certain words and phrases so John didn't hear.  John wasn't paying attention anyway. He had zoned out while trying to connect the dots last night. He was mad at Paul, but he remembered why. So that was one mystery resolved.  But John was still being bitter towards George for an unknown reason. When he started fighting with George, the memory of Ringo came back. Suddenly he saw it happen all over again in his mind.  

      John saw Ringo turn to him and say it.  He said something George would never let John know.  But now John knew. But he was unsure if he knew for sure.  John couldn't be certain if his memory served him right. He'd just have to wait and find out for sure.  

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[hobiwonder]

daddies’ little princess~

Pairing: grizzly bear Namjoon, polar bear Yoongi, panda Hoseok, puppy taehyung x reader

Genre: flufffffff. hybrid au. daddy!bts. little!reader. human reader

Words: 3k 

Warnings: slight swearing. implication of sex. nothing else.

Summary: yoongi yelled at you and now you’re hiding in the closet.

a/n: i combined two ideas from you guys so thank you for that. sorry it took longer bc... it ended up being longer lmao. also writing daddy and littles is new to me and just whole fluff is new to me so i’ll appreciate feedback. :) enjoy my little bubs. 

(imagine yoongi there lmao i couldn’t find a gif for all of them)

“y/n?” a light knock outside the closet door that you promptly ignore.

“taehyung?” the puppy hybrid looks over to your pouting face before snuggling in closer to you in the decent sized closet, resting his chin on your shoulder as you glare at the closet door and the line of light that you can see from the slit where the two doors meet to close.

“d-do you think we should l-let them in?”

“no!” your response is instant and biting as the puppy jumps in surprise at your tone before nuzzling even closer to you. But it seems that your angry response had been a tad bit too loud because you can hear another set of footsteps approaching near the closet while the grizzly bear – Namjoon – sighs at your bratty tone. Refusing to get out of the closet.

“y/n? honey? It’s joonie. Baby can you please open the closet door for us?”

Taehyung is pulling back his face that had been buried in your neck, arms holding you tightly around the waist as he cuddled your rigid body to try and calm you down after your spat with Yoongi – the grumpy polar bear hybrid about wanting to get some writing done as a lyricist but you had wanted to colour in the new book he’d gotten you, with taehyung. Instead, after your endless jumps and hops around him trying to coax him to just spend time with you and the puppy – he’d snapped and told you to stop being a brat and listen to him for once.

And being the more sensitive out of all of your boyfriends, your eyes had started to produce tears on their own accord and before you could humiliate yourself even further, you’d taken taehyung’s hand and ran out of his room to the master bedroom closet, locking yourself in with taehyung. The puppy had just held you and started cuddling you as soon as you’d plopped on the floor with a scowl on your face, an angry pout on your lips to keep the tears at bay because of Yoongi snapping at you.

That had been 20 minutes ago until Yoongi had finally found out where you’d been hiding – mostly because of how loudly you’d been telling taehyung that you hated Yoongi! You hated him you hated him you hated him! He loved work more than you! All the while the obedient and docile puppy had just rubbed soothing circles on your back with one hand while the other wiped away the one or two lone angry tears that fell from your eyes. Taehyung was a big cuddler and took the opportunity whenever he saw one. But most of all, he was the other pea to your pod. He was your favourite because he played with you, he loved cuddles as much – some would argue more, and that person would probably be himself – and was an all around soulmate. At least one of them. Because who knew you’d get three more. Two of which were standing outside the closet, pleading with you to get out.

“no! no one likes me so im not coming out!” you were nearly shouting and it only made the puppy hold you tighter, hoping to calm you down.

“that’s not true baby. Yoongi was tired. He’s sorry for upsetting you.” You scoff at Namjoon’s attempt to apologise on behalf of his friend. Of course he would.

“you’re a liar. He hates me!” the tremble in your voice towards the end was evident. Saying the words out loud – that he hated you – really made it real and it dawned on you how foreign the word hate sounded when it came to him. He was sometimes the most affectionate towards everyone and it was hard to say that he hated you.

“y/n? princess? I don’t hate you my love. I was just very tired and I snapped. I’m so very sorry,” the dull ‘thud’ of a head being pressed against the door tells you that he’s leaning against it now. And through the small slit of light, you can just about make out that Namjoon is standing with one hand on his hips while the other is out of your sight.

You were mad, obviously, but moreover; you’d gotten your period today. And of course, the pms was at its worst on the first day as even a slightly raised voice made you want to sob. Thus, you were also sad. The stupid little voices telling you that your daddies didn’t love you.

“y/n?” you’re snapped out of your thoughts when you look over to the side at taehyung’s inquisitive, slightly nervous face – he was sometimes scared by your outbursts since he was still a puppy. “he means it.” He’s nodding at you, as if to say that ‘look, I believe him too.’

It doesn’t make you less angry, but it does make you less sad. Knowing that it was probably your hormones making you think bad thoughts. And suddenly, you were feeling lethargic, falling back in to taehyung’s soft body as he holds you even closer, placing small kisses on your cheeks. “do you want me to open the door now?”

Bringing your hands up to your face as you make little fists, rubbing at your damp eyes to make the annoying tears go away! – you nod slowly. Your tummy was hurting and the anger was wearing off – slowly but surely. And with one kick, taehyung had opened one side of the closet door as Yoongi and Namjoon rush forwards.

“Oh goodness. My baby.” Namjoon is cooing at you when you make a beeline for him instead of Yoongi when he tries to hold you first. But of course, you were still grumpy and went straight for the fluffy grizzly bear hybrid, wrapping your arms and legs around him as he picks you up – slightly swaying on the spot while rubbing your back. Your face is buried in his neck and you know he’s walking you to the living room. The puppy had instead latched on to Yoongi, arms around his waist as he walked with him, following Namjoon out to the main area.

“Bro this is insane. Half time and not one goal-” the panda hybrid’s voice is loud and he’s sitting on the massive couch facing the tv – until he looks behind him, “woah woah woah. What’s happening here.”

“Just a small fight. Nothing much,” Namjoon is nonchalantly shaking his head at Hoseok who’s now stood up from his seat to walk over to Namjoon who had placed you on the kitchen counter. But of course – you’re not in the mood to let this go just yet.

“it wasn’t a small fight!” your lips are trembling when you’ve finally pulled your face from namjoon’s neck which was now slightly damp from your silent tears, “Yoongi daddy hates me.”

All of the men in the room had listened to you in silence until the sob that had broken out from you towards the end while you’d pointed at Yoongi. Simultaneous voices of ‘oh baby’ ‘that’s not true darling’ had rung about around you as tae squeezed his way between you and Namjoon, hugging your stomach to comfort your tiny sobs. All the while, Yoongi stays behind, watching the other hybrids comfort your obviously sour mood.

“he doesn’t hate you y/n. I can guarantee that okay my love?” Hoseok has both his hands around your face that’s swollen with the amount of crying you’d been doing, wiping away each tear that falls before kissing your forehead. And guess what? It makes you cry harder.

“oh god, did I do something?” Hoseok is sounding worried as he pulls back, glaring slightly at the puppy who had – once again – wedged his way in between you and Hoseok and was now hugging you tightly and you returned the embrace. But ever the most caring leader, Namjoon comes to the rescue again from behind the kitchen counter where he’d put a pot on the stove.

“it’s fine. She’s just upset. Let her cry it out,” he nods at Hoseok who now looks less worried than before. In all this ruckus, everyone had but forgotten Yoongi’s slowly retrieving figure- before Namjoon stops him.

“hyung, don’t take it to heart okay? She’s just upset. She knows you love her,” Namjoon is placing a hand on yoongi’s, squeezing tight as he brings him closer – the worry and guilt written all over yoongi’s face.

“yeah but does she?” Namjoon pulls Yoongi in an all out hug now, not missing the scoff from the elder at the affection.

“of course she does you silly bear. Taehyung just told me she got her period today as well. And you know how she gets.” And it’s all finally making sense as yoongi’s mouth turns in to an ‘o’ as everything clicks. Of course he shouldn’t have snapped at you and he has apologised profusely for it. But he’d never gotten this type of reaction before from you. But knowing that you were just not feeling well had him feeling slighter better and worse at the same time. For upsetting you when you were probably having period cramps like you usually did and needed more pampering and caring than usual.

“ah… okay. Should I get the usual then?” Namjoon just smiles at Yoongi knowingly and pats him on the shoulder encouragingly.

“yeah. But don’t count on her to jump on you straight away. You know how stubborn our princess is.” Namjoon’s chuckle maybe teasing but it was definitely true. But still. He loved his little princess.

“that she is.” And then Yoongi is off to the master bedroom to get your favourite stuffie, your snow white binky and your favourite blankie to get ready to make it up to you.

Your tears have now turned in to mellow sniffles while the three men try and cheer you up. Taehyung had still been firmly attached to you until Hoseok had told the puppy to go and set up totoro on the big screen for you while Namjoon finished up with your favourite hot chocolate.

“does it hurt a lot in your tummy?” Hoseok is softly rubbing your stomach while you nod your head animatedly, the pout permanently stuck on your face.

“aw my sweet sweet girl. Let’s get you some Panadol okay?” when hosoek turns away to grab the medicine from the drawer next to the TV, you’re hiccupping again before whimpering – not wanting him to walk away while your arms had stuck out in grabby hands until he’d rushed back to where you sat on the counter top, cuddling you close to his chest. The panda’s fresh, earthy scent always put you at ease and you refused to let him go. So he had to pick you up again, much like how Namjoon had to earlier when he’d picked you off the closet floor, and takes you to the living room before setting you down on the couch.

Hoseok swears he’s turned his back only for a second to grab some of the painkillers and yet – there the puppy was, cuddling you to death. He rolls his eyes but can’t help the smile that appears on his face when taehyung is nuzzling your tummy making the cutest – and your first laugh since The Incident – laugh escape your pretty lips.

“Alrighty! A hot cup of yummy cocoa coming right up ma’am.” You’re smiling softly up at Namjoon as he sets it down in front of you and hands you a glass of water first so you can take the meds.

When Yoongi has returned with all the essentials for a y/n care package, he finds Namjoon placing a soft kiss on your lips before he hands you the hot chocolate mug before taking the puppy and having a seat on one side of the massive couch. Yoongi remembers the day all five of you had gone shopping to find the biggest and comfiest couch you could – just to do exactly what you were all about to do today which was watch your favourite movie. Though he’s sighing – remembering that you being this mad at him never being a part of the plan.

He must have been loud because your head had turned towards where he stood and instantly – your eyes were on the blankie that he was holding. But you were in no mood to ask him for it. Not yet at least. So once again, you’re holding on to Hoseok tight when sits down – pulling you on his lap to cuddle you close to his chest.

“Hyung, come on. The movie is starting.” Namjoon is encouragingly smiling at him and Yoongi can’t help his pride as he walks forward to the couch, taking a seat besides Hoseok. Wanting to see if you’d move away from his lap – and also because that was the only seat left.

But instead of you moving away, you’re completely ignoring him, cuddling in to Hoseok as the movie starts. Not even twenty minutes later in the movie, you’re cuddling further into Hoseok, placing kisses on his neck while he chuckles and playfully tells you to pay attention to the movie in a whisper. Yoongi can’t quite make it out but one thing is for sure. Your mood had changed and you were no longer sad. At least it didn’t look like it. Taehyung has firmly taking a place on Namjoon’s lap, cuddling the grizzly bear while laughing the cutest laughs at each funny part.

“what? You want your blankie? Then go and take it from daddy Yoongi.” Hoseok is slightly louder this time as he tilts his head to the side to tell you to go to Yoongi but you’re being stubborn – like always. Hiding your face in hoseok’s chest again before he pries it away once more after you’d mumbled something that Yoongi couldn’t quite make out.

“no baby. I’m not going to ask him for you. You need to make up with him okay?” you’re pouting and slightly glaring at Hoseok for making you do this, “y/n. don’t make daddy upset.” This time however though, he’s referring to himself. Sighing – exaggeratedly of course – you nod and agree to go to Yoongi. But not before Hoseok has placed a deep open mouth kiss on your lips – tugging a tiny moan out of your mouth before he turns you around to face Yoongi.

Hoping that you’d finally relent, Yoongi is opening his arms towards you, waiting patiently for you to stop glaring at him. And just a few seconds later, your face is softening and you’re almost lunging at Yoongi that he’s pushed back slightly on the couch.

“Oh my sweet darling. I’m so so sorry. Daddy is so sorry.” You’ve buried your face in his chest while he’s whispering the words to you – sweet kisses being placed in your hair. And while you’re both lost in your moment – the rest of the hybrids watch, finally feeling at ease that their princess is no longer upset.

“you were a meany to me daddy.” Yoongi is wrapping you in the blankie while you ramble and vent away at how much he upset you. And when a lone tear escapes your eyes again; his hear clenches.

“I didn’t mean it bug. You’re my love, my biggest priority and daddy will never upset you like that again okay?”

The hesitation is only there for a second before you’re tilting your head back a little to look at him in his beautiful face, “daddy promise?” your voice is so small, the pout still endearingly on your cherub face that Yoongi can’t help but hold the back of your head with one hand – bring yours closer to his until your foreheads rested together before replying.

“daddy promise.” And just like that, the smile that lights up his entire fucking world is back on your face and he feels the weight being lifted off his chest.

“d-daddy…. Can I..” you trail off while Yoongi pays utter attention to what you want to say.

“yes princess? What does baby want?” shyly, your gaze slips to his lips before you look at him in the eyes again.

“i-I wanna…wanna kiss.” He’s trying to hide a smile as he nods, pressing a sweet, chaste kiss to your lips, holding your face gently in his hands but it seems that you have other plans.

“m-more.” You’re dazedly murmuring as he’s tried to pull away before pulling him back in before kissing Yoongi deeply. And he figures, after the day you’d had  and how he’d treated you – he could kiss you for a while. So he slips his hands further in your hair, pulling your face even closer as he slips his tongue in your mouth while you let out the sweetest little whimper. And that’s how you spend the next 3 minutes or so. Deeply kissing each other, tongues tangling, little moans escaping your pretty lips – until you start to get handsy and Namjoon reminds Yoongi that you’re on your period.

“princess, daddy can’t right now you know that.” His light scolding has you pulling back with a grumble but your mind is so pleasantly hazy that you don’t care much. Snuggling in to Yoongi while you stretch your legs over Hoseok who instantly starts massaging your feet.

“give her her binky and her stuffie hyung.” Namjoon gestures behind Yoongi where he’d set the stuff on the coffee table.

He slips the binky in your mouth as you instantly latch on, hugging your stuffy tight before settling in to watch the rest of the movie. And that’s how you spend the rest of the night. All of you snuggled on one couch, cuddling each other – especially you – until you’re peacefully asleep between the 3 men – taehyung was now occupying hoseok’s lap while Yoongi shifted you to Namjoon sometime towards the end of the movie when his legs started to fall asleep.

“love you daddy” your sleepy murmur doesn’t go unnoticed when you’re being carried to bed.

“we love you too our little bunny.”