#my favorite broken boy 🥺

[gunsatthaphan]

[narrator voice] he was lying.

[m4nj1r0s]

Chifuyu Relationship Headcannons

Note: This one is a little short but I have a Ran hc post in my drafts 🤞. Also the timelines don’t really add up since Ryusei is mentioned.

- Has broken your window more than once trying to throw stones at it to try and have a romantic moment like in movies.

- Gets relationship advice from Baji, and actually follows it until you tell him that the advice is really bad.

- Unfortunately, Chifuyu turns to his romance mangas to get advice.

- Giggles in his head like a school girl whenever you give him a kiss on the cheek in the early stages of your relationship. He just doesn’t know how he pulled someone like you.

- Has your day-to-day routine practically memorized even before you guys were dating because he wanted to ‘coincidentally’ meet you (it’s giving marinette from mlb).

- Might actually shed tears of joy if you read romance mangas and novels with him, it’s like a dream come true!

- Gets a little jealous of Baji if he talks too much with you, especially if you guys get along. It conflicts his feelings because he wants his best friend and girlfriend to get along but at the same time Baji is ‘super cool and awesome’ and ‘can charm any woman’.

- You probably tutor Chifuyu and Baji. Well, Chifuyu is just there for fun since he’ll take any chance to spend time with his two favorite people.

- Will actually go FERAL if Ryusei speaks with you and you’re speaking back with him. Drags you away, yells at him, and will definitely initiate a fight until Baji drags them both.

- Also asks Takemichi for relationship advice, but his is actually good because Takemichi asks Hina what to say to Chifuyu.

- Speaking of them, you all go on double dates. Takemichi and Hina and then you and Chifuyu.. plus Baji, but he’s there for food and some fighting probably.

- Definitely bought a copy of your exact perfume to spray around his bedroom for when you come over. He read it makes animals comfortable to smell familiar smells and figured it would work for you too. (He doesn’t see this as insulting).

- WAS A PICK ME BOY WHILST YOU GUYS WERE IN YOUR TALKING STAGE. ONLY WHEN YOU GUYS WERE AT THAT POINT WHERE YOU WEREN’T OFFICIALLY DATING BUT HE WAS COMFORTABLE WITH YOU, I CAN’T STRESS THIS ENOUGHHH

- “I get the feeling you don’t… love me. I know there are better guys around but I just thought I landed the girl of my dreams 🥺🥺”

- Doodles your guys’ initials with a heart around them in every exercise book, even the ones he uses for school.

- Has tried to make you shy by pinning you to a wall but he ended up tripping.

- Didn’t recover from it mentally and he won’t speak to you if you bring it up in front of people

- ESPECIALLY BAJI.

- FaceTimes you right after he wakes up just to tell you “good morning!”

- Refuses to show you any pictures of him whilst he had that god-awful mohawk hairstyle but Baji will show you anyways.

- He says he wants one again to scare you.

- “I kinda want a mohawk, as a new change before I meet your parents. What do you think, babe?”

[vivvangel]

new year, new me ! | PART ONE

synopsis: in a span of two years, sunghoon, the "sweet face devil", or that one ridiculously good looking every uni has (or we wish had), changed so much that most believed he was putting up "a good boy act" to stay out of trouble. turns out, it was a part of his new years' resolution to win you back.

warnings: sunghoon x reader, terrible take on humor, angsty, plot moves a bit fast, sunghoon slander, pregnancy jokes, sunghoon and y/n are both pathetics in love.

viv's note: had to split it up cause it's too big (no double meaning intended..) also part two will NOT be released.

the human heart breaks sometimes.

sometimes it heals pretty quickly with the span of time, and other times, it stays in its broken state.

you weren't sure where you were in that zone after your sweet long-term highschool boyfriend kissed someone in front you during the last year of uni.

sunghoon had changed a lot throughout the years, but, for as long as he could remember you were his everything. one drunk fuck up at jake sim, his bestfriend's party and your mutual friend, ripped everything he had and loved in a matter of days.

it all started when sunghoon was invited to a party, not just any party, the "best" and "never seen before" type of party as jake claimed. there would be nothing sunghoon regrets more than going to this stupid party. long story short, sunghoon and you went to the party together, you left him alone, as in you left his side for a bit to catch up with your girlfriend, yunjin. there would be nothing you regret more than doing so. sunghoon got completely drunk and gives into the advances of this random girl— kissing her, in front of everyone, in front of you.

sunghoon's friends separated the girl from sunghoon, who was completely oblivious to what just happened as you left the party, immediately. that's how you two broke up. you two never said you broke up, but let's be honest — everyone, including you and sunghoon, thought this was over.

that was over a year ago, though. you haven't heard about sunghoon in these past 12 months, except for an occasional "he's doing pretty good for himself now" whenever you and jake caught up with life.

your phone buzzes. you assume it's yunjin, or chaewon and check.

"what the fuck..?" you thought to yourself, munching on the bag of cheetos you opened to accompany you while you watched your favorite romcom. "THIS IS NOT FOR REAL WHAT THE FUCK— okay NO, be cool, I'm over his ass, be nonchalant!" you say to yourself as your fingertips dance around the keyboard, trying to merge words to form some coherent sentence that isn't "omg hoon texted me🥺"

you would be lying if you said your heart didn't skip a beat.

so 2 days later, you did wear something cute and go to the cafe where you're supposed to meet him.

it was awkward. quiet, and full of awkward forced laughter. you never would've thought the lively conversations of random nonsense, laughter & banter would turn into — whatever this was. "so y/n..." sunghoon tries starting a conversation, warily. you look at him, not saying anything. "i know i'm a fucking jerk for saying this after all these years, but i'm sorry, you didn't deserve what i put you through"

silence. sunghoon tenses up a bit.

what do you even say to that? "thanks for being sorry"?, "oh no, it's fine"? but it isn't fine, and you're not thankful. "i mean, we don't get to control shit like that, do we? i'm sorry too for being too timid to say anything back then." you finally muster up the courage to say that, your eyes almost melting into his. everything in life changed, except this. his eyes. still warm, still full of love. you see it, feel it, but don't know what to do about it.

"why are you apologizing, y/n? it was all my fault anyways i should've never gotten drun—" he sighs, trailing off. "all i'm trying to say is, i know i'm not worthy of your forgiveness but you're still my world after all of that. i know it's selfish for me to ask because i'm the one who fucked everything up but, y/n, i'll always love you"

"we never fell out of love, did we?" you say, chuckling sadly afterwards as a tear rolls down your face. "y/n, please don't cry, you're the only one i've ever loved in my life, you know that"

"would it be crazy if i kissed him?" you think to yourself —

"sunghoon, will it be crazy for me to kiss you?" you blurt out, as sunghoon's eyes widen, but a small smirk forms on his lips. "you know what else is crazy? how much i love you" and with that,

his lips, on yours.

... TNBC ! | PART 2 (✖️ !)

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[nioumin-draw]

After a trolls AU list there my favorite fanfiction Severitus list :

A patchwork family @aspionagee ( Snape adopt Draco and Harry , I love it because this little family is very special , Snape also learn to be a good dad for his two boys 🥰🥺) Complete

To trust @clairdeloon-abie ( ravenclaw harry adopted by Severus 🥺 lovely story , Harry have problem to trust people specially adult and lose any reason to live 😭😭 in this story and Snape will learn him that he'll always be here for him and how life is important 😭😭 ) Complete

Second chance @anonhpwriter ( ⚠️ contains CP in this one ⚠️but the most important: if you like sweetness and fluff who will make your teeth rot and shake your heart go head XD 😂 because there a lot and I love how close Snape and Harry got close as father and son that why I love this fanfic and I add on my list and without this fanfic I couldn't discovered Severitus 💞💞 ) part 1 and 2 Complete part 3 WIP

As potter is to Snape @scarlettwriter91 ( honestly I there many reasons to check anx like this story buuuut I let you discovering it by yourself while you'll read it 😉) Complete

True heart @mandancieforever ( one of the very first Severitus story I discovered with second chance it's because of it I love Severitus and want read more 🥺 and draw art of it , she deserves more support ! ) WIP

A Thousand Words ( still WIP unfortunately but very good fanfiction...I hope the author will come back again)

Obscured ( with a Slytherin and Obscurial Harry Potter 👀 .. Snape have a lot of work for fixing the broken boy ) @illisius WIP

little freak, Jezebel (you sit high atop the kitchen counter) @alexandriastark76 WIP

Harry's new home by Kbinnz Complete

Mine (on potions and snitch website that been suggested by my follower the talented @squid1442 who also do Severitus art 🥺)

I love reading and make art for Severitus fanfic 🥺🥺🥺

Any other Severitus story to suggest to me ?

[wifey-ohara]

I wanna see Hobie with a motherly figure!!!!

Reader who knows when something's wrong and is the one to ultimately get him to break down and tell them what's wrong. Just taking care of him.

I am requesting an emotionally angsty fic. Kind of based on the vibe of the last part of Mama's Boy by Dominic Fike.

TLDR; Stoic Hobie broken down by Reader's kind words and caring demeanor

🥺🥺

Not(?) my mother

Closed off!Hobie&motherly figure!Reader

Notes: mama bear reader, very patient reader, mean hobie, fem reader, platonic,lots of timeskips, behavior improvement, i like writing platonic hobie sm that's why I'm positioning miguel requests I'm sorry, i couldn't decide if i do hc or a fic so here's both! Not proof read

💙when hobie got dragged to spider society, he didn't like it

🩵his life was already a mess, being a spider(and keeping it a secret) , in a band, his living conditions, he didn't need for more people to order him around and making him filling up report after every mission (miguel), he already had enough

💙so he was so very rude to everyone, which made people avoid hin and rank him with miguel in "people to not talk to" list

🩵except you, you were one of the older members in the spider society(in age and in how long you've been working), and saw right through him

💙so you just tried getting closer to him, which got weird looks from others, but you didn't care

🩵he'd be rude and push you away, but you sticked to your goal and kept trying to get closer to him

💙seeing you so determined and kind to him, made him a little softer towards you

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~"hey hobie! " you walked towards his table, two lunch plates in hand

His narrowed eyes snapped to you, frowning even more "what do you want?!"

You smiled "i want to have lunch with you" you passed him his plate and set yours down

"whatever" he rolled his eyes getting up and leaving.

Sighing, you watched him leave.

"you know he's not gonna befriend you, right?" peter said, plate in hand as he sat down beside you

"he'll open up eventually" you replied, popping some of your food in your mouth

"if you say so" he shook his head

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"choose you partner and then you're free to go on the mission, be quick" miguel told you

"got it boss!" you said turning on your heel and leaving his office hearing the door closing behind you as you tapped on you watch, calling hobie

He picked up at on the seventh ring, his face appearing on the screen, snarling at you

"what you want!?" he snapped

You smiled "i have a two people mission, come on quickly! Or miguel is gonna have my head" you laughed

"why me?!" he argued, eyebrows forrowing even more

"because you're one of the best i know, and i like how you fight" you reasoned

Even if you saw his eyes widening a bit, you pretended you didn't

His frown relaxed into a grumpy look "fine" he grumbled, standing up

The line was cut after, and you almost jumped in giddiness at him agreeing to your ask.

' progress!' You thought as you walked to the gate of HQ

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"Hobie! I'm going to cafe across the street, want something? "

His eyes snapped from his guitar into you, clearly taken aback by the the question

"what?- um- just-" He sputtered,then took a deep breath "just get me whatever you're getting" he answered, looking away

"ok! See ya!"

He pretended that the constant checking for time was because he wanted his drink and not so he can spot if you stayed for too long and were in danger

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You were sitting reading your book when hobie flobbed himself down beside you with his headphones on his ears, and he put his, rather old music listening device on the table

"hi" you said, eyes moving to study the device

You opened your mouth to ask about ot whem you saw hobie eyeing you with a glare that screamed "comment on it, i dare you"

You sealed your lips together and held in a lil giggle

You told him your favorite song after some time

And pretended to forget that you did so when you heard him humming it and he said "everyone knows it"

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"Look!" you yelled to hobie, a kitten on hand

You two were done with a mission and just helping civilians around when you found a little, fluffy, gray kitten and decided to show hobie

He turned his head where you were and saw the cute fluff ball you were holding

He gave it a little thought but then came to you, getting on eye level with the cat and gave it a few pets and then

He checked

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🩵that's how you n hobie became friends- sorta

💙it was a very slow process, but thats fine

🩵you were older than him so it kinda became a mother/son relationship, you loved it

💙Slowly but surely he'd start the conversation, he'll sit beside you instead of leaning on the wall in the far back in meetings, he'd share his music with you, maybe play you your favorite songs on his guitar

🩵but he'd always is stressed, and never talks about his feelings

💙you'd always tell him that you're here for him and that he can tell you anything, he never does tho

🩵until one night when you heard knocking on your door

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You opened the door confused on how did the pizza come so fast

"this have to be a rec-Hobie! What happened?!" you asked worried

He was a mess, his body shaking with silent sobs, tears a waterfall from his as he looked down

"i don't have anyone else to go to" he mumbled, trying to keep his sobs quiet..

"oh my god come here" you reached out dragging him into you, one arm embracing him, the other following suit after shutting the door

His hand shot to your shirt, grabbing it for dear life, burrying his face in your chest

"Do you want to talk about it? " you asked

He nodded, another sob making his body shake

"alright, let's go to the couch then" you adviced, pulling him gently to the sofa, he let you do that with ease, he never did that, there has to be atleast some resistance from him, it worried you even more

And he did, he told everything, how he was basically homeless if not for the little boat he lives in, how his life is getting too busy with the spider society, his band, him being a spider and how he can't draw a line to it how it all blurred together and it's making his head hurt

He cried and sobbed and your shoulder, and you let him, you held him and patted his back

you ignored the pizza delivery when it arrived because he was half asleep in your hold

You slept ob the couch that night, giving him your bed

He made you breakfast the next morning, as a thank you he said, but you told him that there's nothing to be thankful for, Hugging him once more

And if he didn't notice, you teared up when he said "thanks, mom" when he broke the hug to go back to cooking..

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💙needless to say that you had a talk during breakfast, giving him solutions for his problems, one of which was to move in with you, he obviously refused at first, but you were determined, he gave up and told you that he'd think about it

🩵you had a talk with miguel and you told him that hobie isn't reporting after missions, which almost turned into an argument if not for you leveling him with a glare and telling him that if you found out that he didn't tell hobie to stop writing reports, you'd deal with him your way, that made miguel quiet and agree.

💙just as you are protective of hobie, hobie is protective of you, he beat up some spider person just because he heard them talking shit about you

He did move in with you, but kept tip-toeing around the house, to which you had a serious talk to about how he was welcome over cookies.

🩵he's called mom by mistake lots now, he doesn't notice often, but when he does and tries to apologize you'd have none of it

💙he'd start to open up to other too, which scared them but they got used to it with time and he made friends, and you werd so happy and proud of him

🩵you attend all his concerts now, which used to worry him, because they weren't the most family friendly places to be, but you didnt mind, and actually supported him every step of the way

This turned out way longer then planned but i loved writing it sm, next is probably going to be a miguel request (of i don't get distracted by hobie again)

[normal-internet-user]

Okay, so can you do like a day in a life for child reader and bayverse tmnt (okay so I kinda want to see how they would react to y/n being the same height as the turtles

Also have a good day / night absolutely love your work 😄❤️👍

I actually really like writing sibling reader, I always giggle to myself while I'm writing this stuff, thank you for the request @bubbathebuzz 💕💕

DAY IN THE LIFE OF SIBLING READER

Where do I even begin to describe the chaos?

Every morning you are the first to wake up,

No matter what.

You even wake up before Leo.

How, none of them can figure out.

You beg to have a poptart for breakfast, and while you do get them occasionally, someone will ususally make you eggs and toast.

It's just not healthy for a child your age to have poptarts for breakfast everyday.

After breakfast, the boys have training, depending on how Splinter feels that day determines the type of training.

Your favorite type of training is posture or balance training because Splinter gives you a stick and your job is to hit your brothers on the ankles with it.

That's why Splinter only has balance training on weekends,

Since you have school the rest of the week.

Speaking of, Donnie makes it a point to tutor and help you with your school.

Which is definitly part of the reason you're the smartest kindergardener your teachers have ever seen.

(My little sister came up with a headcanon and I just had to share it, Donnie gives you a broken keyboard just to make you think you're helping him with his work, and you won't realize that it was broken untill you're like, 17, and you'll realize your whole life was a lie.)

Ahem-

If you aren't at school, one of your brothers is always keeping you busy,

They found out the hard way that leavinga bored toddler to their own does not end well.

It will forever be known as the "Paintball Incident" and I refuse to elaborate any further on the subject.

Mikey likes to play video games with you,

Leo won't let you play any 'mature' games until your older, stuff like Call Of Duty or Tomb Raider,

So you guys usually play games like Mario Kart, Stardew Valley, and Minecraft.

As it turns out, you are incredible at Mario Kart and are currently the house champion, and no one knows how tf you keep winning.

The entire fam goes into slight denial when you start growing up.

They kinda forgot you wouldn't stay small and wholesome forever,

So when you get to the age of, well, angstyness, shit gets wild.

Backtalk, sneaking out, rolling your eyes, Leo does not appreciate the attitude.

You not directly a jerk to any of them, just alot more sarcastic than you used to be,

But most of the time you're a really good kid.

Good grades, you do good in training, always have your chores done,

The whole nine yards.

(You are Splinter's favorite by default)

You are decently close with April,

You have sleepovers at her apartment, and she'll take you out shopping sometimes,

She's like a breath of fresh air compared to the chaos that is the Lair.

Casey is like that cool uncle that lets you do stuff you probably shouldn't be doing,

Like try beer.

One time, you were spending the night at April's apartment during hockey season, and Casey was there so you could all watch the game together.

April got up to use the bathroom, and Casey used to opportunity to do cool uncle things and let you try some beer.

You did not like it.

You choked slightly as the taste caught you off guard, "That taste like shit." you coughed out.

Casey scoffed, "It's an aquired taste, smalls."

"Thats code for, 'It taste like shit'."

Kareoke night is a regular thing on Fridays.

It usually ends with you passed out on the couch and one of your brothers carrying you to bed.

But it's your favorite part of the week.

If you end up growing to be around the same height as the boys', they will literally hate it,

You used to be so small 🥺,

They think it's unfair that you didn't stay that way.

It hits Splinter particularly hard when he realizes you grew up,

Because the same thing happend with the boys'.

But no matter how old you are, he is more than willing to be your person to go to,

Even if you are grown up, he's still you're dad.

(He still sings you to sleep if you have a nightmare.)

When you start patroling with your brothers, they are fucking terrified.

You can get hurt, alot easier than any of them can, so it's only natural that they're nervous.

You don't have a protective shell like they do after all.

If you ever get hurt after a fight, they are fa-reaking out.

Donnie's got the med-kit and starts checking you for everything from a concussion to lung cancer,

Mikey's panicing in the backround, while Leo just paces dramatically,

And Raph is currently beating the shit out of whatever poor idiot decided to hurt you.

Word spreads quickly amongst the criminals of the city to not go anywhere near you should they encounter the turtles,

Lest the be in mortal danger.

All in all,

It's chaotic,

It's fun,

And you know for a fact you have a family to back you up in anything you do.

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Fun fun. I love writing this stuff, it's makes me giggles lol

[creedslove]

HEARTLESS 💔 - PART TWELVE

Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels) x f!reader

Summary: The day before Wyatt's birthday brings you a series of information on Jack you didn't expect, revealing he was a lot more broken than you thought

(This is the twelfth chapter of the HEARTLESS 💔 series)

• PART ONE TO ELEVEN ON MY MASTERLIST

Warnings: angst, hurt, mentions of depression, mentions of implied suicide attempt, fluff, mom!reader

A/N: This was a difficult chapter because it ended up being a lot more angsty than I intended, but it felt right to the story, I hope you besties enjoy it ❤️🥺

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You bit your lips as you took the road that led you to Jack's ranch. You felt an anxiety creeping up your chest, at the same time Wyatt couldn't take his excitement of going back to his papa's house. It was going to be a big weekend for your baby boy: his birthday party happening on Saturday on the ranch for the very first time. It was a huge event for Wyatt as kids are absolutely obsessed with their birthdays and for Jack too, being the first birthday he'd get to spend with his boy. Not only that, for the first time, his ranch would welcome a party and be filled with people, kids running around, music, laughter and everything Jack's lonely heart had ever wished for since the moment he'd bought that ranch.

Jack had asked you to go on Friday afternoon, he had a surprise for Wyatt and he would like for his son to be able to enjoy it before the party, so there wouldn't be too many kids wanting to play too and stealing his thunder. 

For the past two weeks, you'd been in contact all the time, for visiting as your son and his dad couldn't stay away from each other, growing attached each passing day and because you and him needed to plan the party. Jack had assured you all you needed to do was to decide decoration, food, and pick any other details and he would make it happen, regardless of how much it would cost. He was willing to make your son's little dreams come true and he wasn't going to spare any money. 

However, as the co-parenting part was going great, your relationship with Jack was someone else. After that morning at your apartment, he just took his distance from you; he was physically there several times during the week, playing and spending time with Wyatt and planning the details of the party with you, buying the three of you dinner from your favorite places or ice cream for dessert, he was still kind, generous and polite, but he was emotionally distant from you, understanding that you didn't want anything to do with that old cowboy. So now he respectfully addressed you by your name and only that, no sugar, sweetheart or darling, he was keeping respectful. He also hadn't mentioned anything related to his love life nor yours, so you had no idea if he tried Tinder again or going on any dates, the thought still bothering you even if you tried acting like it didn't, but it also puzzled you that Jack hadn't said anything about Frankie either. It didn't take big brains to assume the cowboy hated the pilot and vice versa, but you expected Jack to go full maniac and have someone at Statesman get a hold of Frankie's classified file or criminal records and whatever, and your guess was that Frankie was clean, otherwise Jack would've said something already. Sometimes you thought Jack's reaction was an exaggeration but overall it felt reassuring to know he would do his best to keep you and Wyatt safe. 

As for you and Frankie, things were… slow. He had some jobs to do here and there and you were quite thankful for that, it's not that you didn't want Frankie anymore, but you thought that maybe you and him weren't on the same page anymore, or perhaps you never were and your whole relationship was just a way to try and run away from the haunting ghost that was your former relationship with Jack Daniels. You had even invited Frankie to the party - especially after Jack gave you a free hand to do whatever you wanted to - because you thought it would be nice for him to bring his daughter Melissa along. She was a year older than Wyatt and though you'd never met her just as Frankie had never met your son, you assumed it would be cool, it was another kid for your son to play with on his special day. 

Wyatt was a giggly mess, not containing himself as he couldn't wait to see his daddy and play on the ranch. You felt your heart warming with love, at your son's happiness, having his daddy around was essential for his blossoming into a more extrovert and confident child. 

You parked in front of the ranch, finding it odd Jack's bronco wasn't there, but instead of overthinking things, you helped Wyatt unbuckle and get out of the car. You held his little hand as you walked inside, but he immediately ran away at the same time Helen welcomed you with a hug. She was so glad to see you and your son again, and especially after she learned you and Jack were on good terms, even if it meant you were friends and nothing more, it was good to see Jack smile, go back to riding his horses, excited about things once more, from one who watched him from afar, it seemed he went back to life, after getting his family back. 

"Dada???" Wyatt squealed at the top of his little lungs once he got into the house, he thought it was odd for him not to welcome them, but his attention was immediately shifted to the coffee table, where he was the most adorable horse action figures he'd seen. Helen smiled at him "you're daddy is at work, but he left these horses for you" she explained as Wyatt rushed to the table, sitting on the floor and immediately began playing with them "did you know your daddy was your size when he played with his little horses? His mama found the box she kept them and sent it over to your daddy, so he could give it to you" Helen explained to your son in her gentle voice, while her hand ran through his soft curls. Wyatt smiled widely, so entertained by the toy, and no matter if the action of time was visible, he fell in love with each little horse of the set. It was a simple one, and you could have a small glimpse into Jack's humble but also very happy childhood, and suddenly a suffocating need to see your cowboy appeared. As if Helen read your mind, she smiled "Jack is back at Statesman, he went to hand out some invitations for tomorrow, but he shouldn't take long" 

You nodded and followed her into the kitchen, knowing your son would be quietly playing by himself and accepting Helen's cup of tea. 

"A penny for your thoughts?" She tilted her head and chuckled at your frowned expression "I can see something is going on in this pretty little head of yours, honey and I know it has to do with a certain cowboy…" 

Your cheeks heated up immediately and you looked around a little embarrassed to see you were too easy to read, or perhaps Jack told her everything that happened, it wouldn't be too surprising if he had, as he often got very chatty once he drank a lot, and Helen played the role of friend very often too, whenever she didn't have to act like Jack's mother at his irresponsible behavior. 

"What has he told you about the latest events?" You raised your eyebrow and let the woman make an account of what Jack had told her about his attempt of going on a date and everything else that happened after that. "...He was very upset when he got home that morning, I assumed he had done something bad, but I see he was just feeling rejected; though I can see you aren't looking like a million bucks either, so I'm guessing the situation messed up with the two of you"

"I just don't know what to do anymore, Helen… I try so hard to fight my feelings for Jack, but they're still so strong, even after everything he did to me, I can't help but love him. But at the same time I'm scared of giving into this love, how can I trust him? He even talked about trying for a little sister for Wyatt, but Helen, how can I get pregnant with his child after everything he did to me?" You said as your eyes were full of tears, you were just too confused and scared of what things would be like, of what people would talk about if you ever decided to give in and try things with Jack. 

"Y/N!" Helen chuckled "you are overthinking things right now… a baby? Sure, that's a situation to think about, but no one is asking you to jump into that right now… Jack is asking you for a chance! A chance of taking you on a date, of showing you he can take care of you and Wyatt and that you will be happy with him" Helen took your hand and caressed it happy "Jack loves you and Wyatt, he's a man who really loves his family and I know he's done some real bad shit, but he's proving to you he's turning into a better person, isn't he?" She smiled as you nodded and bit your lips "no one is telling you to jump right into his bed, but let him in, you want him to get near too, don't you? Give him a chance, spend the weekend with him, feeling what it would be like to be an actual family with your cowboy" Helen smiled but a shadow crossed her face as something dark flickered in her eyes and she cleared her throat "I'm sorry if I seem insisting, I don't mean to make you embarrassed but I just worry about Jack so much… but ever since you walked into his life… Well, ever since he walked back into your lives and you accepted him, he has improved, you know? Because he was bad…" 

"Yeah, I know… he told me about the mission and all" you always felt sad when you thought about that, looking at Helen and seeing how she went serious 

"What about before the mission? Did he tell you what happened?" 

"No… what else happened? Did he get hurt?" You gulped, as your anxiety was increasing by the minute you realized the subject was even more serious than you thought. Helen sighed and got up, going to the kitchen window and checking to see if Jack's bronco wasn't there, she knew he wouldn't forgive her if he overheard her telling you what had happened.

"You have to promise me you're not gonna say anything to him at all, please, he's gonna be really angry if he knows I told you… he doesn't like talking about that at all" 

"I-I promise, now please Helen, tell me already, you're making me anxious…" 

The older woman sighed and rubbed the back of her head "Jack's behavior had been really erratic, especially the months before he decided to finally go after you and Wyatt. I noticed he seemed to be more and more depressed, as he was dwelling into his loneliness and guilt, and that's when the heavy drinking began. I mean, you do know he drinks, but it wasn't just his usual drink, it was more, and he was mixing up alcohol too, something I had never seen him do… he's a classy man, and he likes whiskey and that's about it" 

She took a breath and served the two of you some more tea, taking a longer sip and swallowing slowly, before she could talk again 

"And with the drinking, it also came the dangerous behavior… it was first the driving and drinking, he had always been extra careful with that, but suddenly, it was like it didn't really matter anymore to him, he would just get drunk and speed up whenever he needed to leave home. Then we had the horse incident… Jack decided to ride one weekend, he hadn't been around his horses very much, and especially not Silver Pony and I guess it's because it reminded him of you, but still, he went riding and he didn't get his saddle correct and he fell from the horse, and Y/N, you know Jack and how good he is at horseback riding, you know he wouldn't simply forget to fix his saddle. Well, he fell from the horse and the doctor said it was a miracle he hadn't broken any bones and if he had hit his head in the fall…" Helen sighed and watched as you looked at her in horror, your eyes wide at what you had just started learning from him. You had no idea until what extent he was broken, but that made you hurt in a way it was impossible to explain. 

"And there was this evening I called him because dinner was ready, but he wasn't answering. It was just odd, Jack isn't the kind of guy to ignore, so I went to his room and I found him passed out… He'd washed down some sleeping pills with whiskey and god… I don't even like to think what would've happened. Of course he denies it and says it's an accident, but when the Statesman forced him to go to therapy, I sighed relieved, and when he first came back home after spending time with you and Wyatt and I saw the beautiful smile in his face, I prayed so hard he would find his way in life, and of course I know you're not a savior and it's not obligation to save anyone, but it's important to know you have such positive effect on him, and well, if you two are meant to be, there's really no other way out of this, you'll stay together" 

By the time Helen was finished telling you those things, you realized your tears were running down your cheeks; you sniffled and tried to wrap your head around the fact that if it weren't for fate, or a little divine intervention, your cowboy Jack, would be dead by then. It was a suffocating feeling, there wasn't a loss, but the mere prospect of it was enough to make your stomach swirl and your chest get too heavy to breathe. 

"Dada!!!" Your son's voice was enough to break the spell you were under and you quickly dried your tears as best as you could, being able to hear Jack's heavy boots walking and his voice cheering and talking to Wyatt. You and Helen looked at each other and you tried your best to pretend you hadn't been talking about Jack for the past half an hour, as he walked into the kitchen, he politely greeted you and at that moment you knew you'd give everything to hear him call you sugar.

The cowboy was carrying Wyatt in his arms and tickling his tummy, loving to hear his happy giggles, but frowned immediately as he saw your crying face 

"What happened?" He asked concerned and took a step closer, 

"Uh, nothing… I was telling Helen about my mom" you mouthed the end of the sentence so Wyatt wouldn't be curious or wouldn't get upset at the mention of his grandma "she's not coming to the party because I didn't invite her after what happened…" you added to your half lie, as you hadn't invited her at all especially because she would give you shit about letting Jack throw the party and also because you were sure she would end up screwing up the party to one of you, if not to everyone. 

Jack bought your excuse as he felt sad to know you were having problems with your mom, of course he still felt guilty about that, but he was aware that you have always had problems with her, so it's not like it'd started just because of him. Yet, the cowboy took a step closer and took his hand to your face, his thumb wiping the last tear that insisted on rolling down your cheek. 

"I'm sorry about that, sugar, but pretty girls like yourself shouldn't cry… ain't that right Wyatt? Don't you think that pretty girls like mama shouldn't cry?" He talked to your son, who joined the conversation excitedly, at the same time you leaned into Jack's touch, before he could shy away. 

There it was: sugar. 

You had no idea how much you'd missed that until you heard it again from his lips after weeks of awkwardness around each other. You didn't think twice before wrapping your arms around Whiskey and burying your face into his chest you sniffed into his scent and playfully nibbled your son's little legs, making him squealed in pure happiness. You felt the cowboy's arms wrapping around your body and keeping you in that embrace, his family's embrace. 

You looked up at Jack's puzzled face and smiled big at him 

"I guess I missed you" you rested your head against his chest once more and felt when his lips pecked the top of your head, and chuckled when Wyatt did the same, imitating his daddy in being an authentic southern gentleman.

                             •••

Jack had kindly asked Helen to set things out in the backyard so he could grill his famous burger for dinner. He knew you used to love them when you were together and he was hoping his son would also take a liking to it as well, but first, he was overly excited to show the two of you, Wyatt's birthday gift. He wanted it to be a day before his actual birthday so the other kids wouldn't make a fuss about it and he could play calmly. He called you to follow them, placing his own stetson back on and handed Wyatt's small one. You felt kind of disappointed Jack didn't have one for you, after all, he had said he would get you a hat too, but you felt sad to realize he probably assumed you'd been just joking. He guided you towards the stables, Wyatt was very excited, his arms wrapped tight around Jack's neck and little eyes widening the second he spotted the new farm fence right next to the horses. You were also extremely curious to know what the cowboy had come up to your baby. 

"Do you know how to read?" He asked Wyatt who shook his head a little confused as he stared into a sign at the gate of the dence, Jack smiled sweetly at him "then papa's gonna teach you. Look!" He pointed at the W and his fingers followed the sequence

"W… Y… A… T… T…" He read out loud "Wyatt's ranch, that's what it says baby boy, it's your ranch" Jack explained to him excitedly with a shit eating grin, opening the gate and pulling Wyatt down the moment he spotted the pony his daddy got for him.

The little boy felt he was going simply insane, as his present was also his new best friend, he immediately hugged the little pony which was very gentle and easy going towards kids. He loved how the pony looked like a tiny little version of Silver Pony and he looked up at his parents, his eyes had happy tears, being so emotional to have the best birthday of his little life. Your son clung to you and Jack, and sobbed happy tears, at the same time he giggled when the pony nudged his hand gently. He sniffled and leaned into his daddy's soothing touch, who dried his tears and smiled

"W-what's the name daddy? Of my pony?" He managed to ask, and Jack chuckled "she's yours, baby, you can pick whichever name you want" he caressed his soft curls and smiled at you. 

Wyatt nodded and caressed the pony cute head, thinking very hard as he looked at you "she looks like Silvew Pony, mommy…" he said melting your heart, so you just nodded and stroked his cheek "yes she does… maybe Silver Pony is the mommy and she is the daughter" you suggested, knowing it wasn't possible but for Wyatt's innocent head it made so much sense he gasped. He held her head gently and looked into her eyes, showing how good he was at handling animals, again, another trait inherited from his dad senior agent Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels 

"Silvew Staw" he said proudly. 

You didn't know exactly how long you and Jack spent watching Wyatt play with Silver Star, but it didn't matter as your little boy was thrilled. He was so happy and wouldn't stop giggling and cuddling the pony, kind of treating her like a puppy, while you and Jack took turns between watching and playing along. When evening came, Jack said it was time for dinner, though Wyatt didn't want to leave Silver Star, which caused the three of you to take the pony back to the house and let Wyatt play with her while Jack worked on grilling his burgers. Helen had set everything up, and your heart clenched as you saw she'd placed everything you loved, your favorite bread, your favorite sauces and fries too, knowing how much you loved when the cowboy made his burgers or steak.

You held Wyatt who sat on your lap exhausted and downed a box of apple juice, as he watched his dad make dinner. You could tell your son was tired but extremely happy as he couldn't stop smiling. You snuggled him and rested your chin on his head, loving how warm your son was. You could tell he was hungry but he was so tired he didn't even seem to notice. 

You on the other hand, nearly salivated the moment Jack served you your burger, you ate it so quickly, savoring each bite and not one single bit embarrassed about your satisfied moans, Jack thought it was quite amusing and couldn't stop watching you, feeling happy at that moment of pure domesticity, he extended his hand and placed it above yours, stroking it gently, you bit your lips at the realization of how big his hand was and what they were capable of doing. He pointed at the lawn and the two of you laughed softly as you saw Wyatt and Silver Star napping on the grass together. The toddler was snuggling his pony and that made you very happy.

You looked back at Jack and took his hand again 

"Thank you, for everything… Today's been wonderful and it's already the best birthday he's ever had, even if his birthday is technically tomorrow… and his present is amazing" 

He chuckled and caressed your knuckles with his thumb "anything for our son, sugar and anything for you too, all you gotta do is ask" 

"I know you were there Jack" you suddenly said and he frowned in confusion "the day I gave birth to our son, I know you'd been there, in the hospital… I saw you, you went there to see us, but I was too feverish to say anything and in the morning my mom assured me I had hallucinated" you sighed sadly and Jack immediately left his chair and sat next to you. 

You looked into his eyes and there it was, his soft, teary eyes, full of hurt and regret, but at the same time making you see he was still your Jack, your cowboy

"I-I tried holding Wyatt, I really did, but your mom told me not to, she said you'd given orders to specifically not let me get near Wyatt" he swallowed "I'm sorry I didn't insist more, maybe if I had held our son, I wouldn't have left, hell, I'm sure I wouldn't have left, I'm sorry Y/N, I know that you will never forgive me and I know I'm not worthy of your forgiveness but I wish I could show you I mean business when I say I want you and Wyatt, I want to make things right between us and our son" he said in his desperate way once more, even after he had vowed not to beg for you any longer. 

You stroked his cheek "I'm confused and I know I make you confused too, Jack, we're like cat and mouse now, I wish I could just take a decision and stick to it, I wish I could be rational with my feelings, but feelings are never rational" you said "the rational thing would be moving on from each other, me finding a nice guy to rebuild my life and you finding yourself a new sugar, someone you can give yourself fully into your relationship now that your late family is behind you, but we both know this is not possible" 

You blinked some of your tears "I wanna try if you wanna try, Jack… I wanna believe and have faith in you, so I guess I want a chance for us to see if we can still be a family, but I also need some time, I need to talk to Frank-" 

Jack interrupted you by placing a peck on your lips, he didn't even want to hear you mention that other guy's name. He thought his heart would burst out of his chest at any minute, it was like his dream was coming true. 

"I don't want to just jump into your bed Jack, I want us to do things right, restart, get to know each other again, because we are different people after everything that happened… all I'm trying to say is: will you be patient with me?" 

"I'll do anything for you, sugar" he leaned towards you and kissed your lips, as you two decided to take a step together towards the future.

____

A/N: Hi besties, did you like the chapter? I hope so ❤️ Whiskey is the best dad in the world or what? And for a brief moment I considered making him also gift reader with a baby goat because 🤏🤏🤏

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙖’𝙨 𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙎𝙆𝙕:

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 — 𝙨𝙚𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙗𝙞𝙣:

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 562

𝙖/𝙣: @hearted-anon WOOOPP

𝙩/𝙬: rough tickles

𝒍𝒆𝒆: changbin

𝙡𝙚𝙧: reader

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry @channieissocute125 @soap143 @seungsluvv @skznccmlee @moony-9

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s 🐇

sometimes bunny either needs to be treated softly or rough 

depends on where you’re tickling, really

soft on the belly, please 

BUT WRECK HIM TO PIECES EVERYWHERE ELSE 

don’t be stingy

his nose scrunch 🥺🥺🥺

his cackles are contagious, watch out! 

sweetest boy 

deserves to be wrecked every day all day 

“Binnie? Have you seen my—” You were cut off by the absence of your favorite boy. Where was he?

You searched around the dorm, even asking a few of the members if they had seen him. 

Opening the door to the studio, you managed to find him slumped over a computer, softly snoring away as his hand moved the mouse subconsciously. 

You immediately ran to grab a blanket and pillow; the position he was in did not seem comfortable. 

After pulling his phone gently out of his hand, you noticed a page opened on it. 

Oh, he had done a live. You frown as you scrolled through the comments. Why were they all so mean? 

Only then did Changbin stir a little, and you were able to see the tear streaks on the poor bunny’s face. 

If your heart had broken at the sight of the comments, seeing Binnie getting affected by them might as well have ripped it out of your chest and stomped on it. 

Cradling his head, you set the pillow beneath it, draping the blanket over his shoulders. 

The next morning, he wandered into the kitchen, oversized hoodie practically hanging off of his slouched frame as he sniffled a little. 

You ran to feed him some breakfast, offering to cuddle with him for a while as if you didn’t know the reason for his off mood.

Binnie gave you a thankful look and there you were, the bunny’s arms wrapped around your waist on the couch. 

Then you had an idea. Nonchalantly grabbing his hands, suddenly they were pinned above his head, and Changbin’s eyes widened in realization just as one hand began to squish his stomach. 

“AGH—Hehey!!” Binnie giggled, trying to yank his arms down to shove at your hands, throwing his head back a little as cute snickers completely overtook him. 

“You’re so cute! How could I not find the chance to make you smile?~” 

Changbin flushed a happy pink as your fingers moved to his ribs, digging into the crevice harshly.

He squealed in surprise, suddenly breaking out into hysterical cackles. “OKAHAY NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!!” 

“But why not?” 

He could feel your pout. “BEHECAUSE IHIT TIHIHICKLES TOHOHOO MUHUHUCH EHEHEHE!!” Binnie laughed, and you had the urge to squeeze him; cuteness aggression was making you practically lose your mind. 

“But…please?” You asked, flashing him your best puppy eyes while continuing to tickle every rib, even sneaking your fingers to the sides of his chest just to hear him scream. 

“T-TOOHOHO MUHUHUCH!!” Binnie began to scrunch his nose up in an attempt to ward off some ticklish energy; news flash, it didn’t work. 

“Awhh! Look at your cute nose!” You squeal in delight, booping him on the nose before leaning down to blow soft raspberries onto his soft belly. 

Tears welled up in his eyes. Changbin howled in ticklish agony as your lips blew the gentlest of raspberries onto his sensitive stomach. 

“OKAHAY AAHAHAHA ENOUGH!! I CAHAHANT TAHAKE AHANYMOREE!!” Binnie begged finally. 

You decided to let him go. “No matter what LEAVE’s say, you’re my favorite bunny.”

[chvnnie]

Thinking about a giant cuddle pile with Chan and Felix and Jisung when I’m sad 😢 just all soft and cuddly with snacks and blankets and snuggles all around 💕

this made my heart really warm 🥺 why not start the day off with something cute and soft

It’s just one of those days where nothing is right.

You woke up late, having to decide between showing up to class on time or brushing your teeth (rip the last stick of gum in your backpack). On the power walk to the science building, you realize there’s a teeny hole in the bottom of your worn out sneakers. Hardly noticeable — until pieces of gravel find it’s way inside.

Oh, did you forget? There’s a quiz today! Open book? What a silly little question, of course you have nothing but your memory to rely on when you’ve only just woken up.

Dropped your coffee literally minutes after buying it. The rice you bought for lunch was cold. Your favorite pen broke, you forgot your water bottle on your rush out. Bad thing after bad thing — it’s a surprise you held in the incoming spiral until you got home.

Their voices fill the hallway. About halfway to your apartment, you pause and take a really deep breath. Normally, Felix inviting his friends over doesn’t bother you. After all, they’re yours too. Jisung you’ve know since elementary school, and Chan you met on your first day of university.

“Shit.” You heard the strange boy mumble beside you, digging through his bag hopelessly. “Shit, shit, shit-“

“Are you okay?” Normally, you’d keep to yourself in class. But he seemed really, really flustered.

“I can’t find my pen. How did this happen? I bought a new pack this weekend and—“

Before he can even finish, you put a blue one on his notebook. Shiny, new. You had gone shopping yourself.

“I’ll give it back.”

He never did, and somehow lost the pen within four classes. So, you gave him another. By midterms, you had bought a pack just for Chan.

From that intro to ethics class blossomed a friendship that you can’t picture your life without. Through you, he met Jisung, and through Chan, you met Felix. The quiet, sweet guy whose roommate broke the lease unexpectedly and really needed someone to fill that vacancy.

Coming home to them is a daily occurrence. One that you typically look forward to. But today. Today you’re exhausted. The tiny apartment is going to be so loud until the early hours of dawn — how much can you take today?

They don’t hear the door open, too busy yelling at each other over Mario Kart. Jisung is losing, and Felix is gloating. The typical.

“Hey, you’re back!” Chan, happily in both the middle of the couch and ranking, flashes you a smile while still focused on the tv screen. “Want in? This race is almost over.”

“‘m okay. Kinda tired.” You force a yawn to make it more believable, dropping your bag on the rarely used dining table. “I think I’m going to take a nap.”

“Are you sure? We—“

“Maybe later?” You’re really trying to keep it together, picking at the skin around your nails. “I just need a bit. Didn’t sleep well last night.”

Chan raises an eyebrow at you, not fully convinced and slightly worried. Deciding it’s better not to press, he just nods, and turns fully back to the game.

You don’t even make it to your bed before the tears start. Body shaking, you change into a comfier set of clothes before lying face down in the center of your big bed. One deep, broken breath and the sobs begin.

Why did today have to happen? Left and right, no matter which direction you took, the outcome was the same. Sucking the life out of you and giving nothing in return.

You feel exhausted. Defeated. Hopeless.

The teeny, tiny knock is barely audible. But the creak, and shutting of the door, breaks through your cries. You don’t move, head too heavy to try and see who it is. They don’t announce themselves either; padding across the room before climbing in the bed with you. Lying right next to you, hiking his leg around your body.

The cologne is a give away. “Come on.” Jisung whispers, coaxing you into his arms. When you grunt, he moves you himself. Head to his chest, pulling you close before covering you both with the duvet.

Remember when you were little, and you fell from the play set? It wasn’t a far drop, but for your tiny body it felt like a lot. Nobody was around, class playing on the other side of the playground. All alone, softly sniffling. Your jeans are ripped, knee poking out and bloodied.

“Ouchie.” You whimper. When you try to stand, you teeter. Unsteady. Painful. How can you get help?

“You went boom.” You hear a tiny voice say, turning around to see a boy your age right behind you. “Did it hurt?”

You nod. “Big ouchie, look.”

He comes over, plops onto the ground next to you. Little brown eyes widen, lips parting in shock.

“Woah!” He leaned closer to get a better look. “You’re brave.”

It’s only of the first things Jisung ever said to you, and if you were to ask him to describe you today, he would say the same thing.

Brave. You’re brave. He’s always thought, and always will.

“Want to talk about it?” Jisung is drawing circles on your back, nails digging in just enough to be soothing.

You shake your head, clinging onto to his hoodie. “Just sad.” That’s what it comes down to — it doesn’t matter that you woke up late, and that the world was crumbling with each step you took. When you woke up, you were already aching.

There doesn’t have to be a reason. There isn’t one. Sadness just stopping in to say hello, and overstaying it’s welcome.

Your friend nods, shuffling in the bed to get more comfortable. Mingled breathing is the only sound, soft and easy. Almost lulling you into a much needed sleep.

Fluttering in and out of consciousness, you don’t notice that the tv has turned off. Jisung is just so warm; he smells good, he makes you feel safe. Why pay attention to anything else when comfort is finally hauling sadness out?

A dip in the bed, and you whine, thinking Jisung is trying to leave you. That is, until a board body presses into your back. Holding you from the other side.

“Are you guys napping without me?” Chan playfully asks, tickling your side lightly. Though you smack his hand away, he sees the teeny smile it brings. “That’s rude.”

“So was you cheating in Mario Kart, but you don’t hear me complaining.”

“You’re just a sore loser-“

“You cheated!”

“What is this?” Felix’s voice breaks up the bickering. You look up to see your roommate in the door, jaw dropped in faux shock. “A cuddle party? Without me?”

When you moved in, the apartment smelled like…burning sugar.

The blonde man was in the kitchen, spilling the most vulgar words you’ve ever heard as he quickly puts on oven mitts. You watched from the front door, not wanting to spook him as he takes the hot pan out of the oven.

He brings it to his face, closely inspecting the dessert. They were supposed to be white chocolate brownies, instead they’re as dark (and hard) as coal. With a frustrated sigh, he drops it on the counter.

“For all it matters.” You make yourself known, resisting a giggle at the way he jumps. “It smells good.”

Huffing a laugh, Felix puts his hands on his hips. “Just because we’re living together now doesn’t mean you have to appease me.”

“It’s the truth.” You say, fully entering the apartment. “What happened? Wrong temperature?”

He presses his lips together. “…I took a nap.”

It’s a shame, really. Tragic. You hate for sweets to go to waste — but oh, how you laugh. Leaning your head on his shoulder and staring down at the burned brownies.

“One day you’ll get it, Lix.”

The tupperware container is filled to the top with the same brownies, the lid almost popping off. Quickly abandoning the treats on your dresser, your roommate rushes to the bed.

And lays right on top of you.

While you giggle, the other two men groan.

“Come on, Felix.”

“This isn’t comfy—“

“It’s not my fault you didn’t leave space for me!”

You can feel the youngest man wiggle, trying to get more comfortable and thus torturing his friends. It isn’t the most practical way to group cuddle, but it is the most heartwarming. Smothered in love that you’ve never really felt worthy of, but are forever grateful for.

What was it that you were so upset about, again?

[bluelolblue]

Hi!! I have a John x Santi prompt!! 💁🏻‍♀️ I just recently got into the jw fandom and your writing is giving me life 😍 Hurt/comfort is my all time favorite type of fic/drabble/hc/etc. and I looove how you apply it to John & Santino 🥹🥰 Sooo consider:

Established relationship John x Santi where Santino gets badly injured in a fight 🥺 Being hurt this way makes him relive past trauma and his way of dealing with it is reverting back to little boy!mentality; ie he’s even clingier toward John than before (as if that were even possible), dependent on him for virtually everything bc of his injuries and suuuper vulnerable state of mind 😭 and he really just wants to be babied while he heals up 🥺 He only lets himself be “little” around John and honestly hates this part of himself but John always gives him the tender loving care he deserves 🥰 He actually loves taking care of Santi in this way but doesn’t bring it up bc he doesn’t want to make Santino feel bad! 💕

No pressure to write this if it’s not your thing but I’d love to hear your thoughts 💙💙

OMGGG HELLOOO AAAAAA!! :D

Thank you so much!!! YAAAY

I'm so happy to hear that you like my fics, that means a lot!! 💙💙💙💙

Yeah, hurt/comfort is a very good trope, also one of my favorite, it fits Santino and John perfectly 🤭

I really hope you'll like this hurt/comfort with them! It was so fun to write it! ^ ^

☆ Special thanks to @mrssimply for beta reading! ☆

Healing grace

“Let me see,” John insisted.

“Fuck… no! It'll pass,” Santino gritted through his teeth.

Broken ribs with potentially broken few fingers would not in fact just pass.

“Santino, don't be stubborn. I saw what they did to you, I killed them, you're really badly injured. Let me help you.”

John could be a pain in the ass sometimes, literally. They were both stubborn, just in their own way. He refused to show John his injuries in the car and now at home, too.

“I… listen, it used to pass on its own, so just leave me alone!” Santino wanted to storm off but John already caught him by his arm, which made Santino yelp in pain.

“That hurts!” Santino snapped.

“I’m sorry, but please let me see. I just want to help you. You know you're safe with me, right?”

Santino sighed in slight annoyance. He knew John wanted only the best for him, he was just really frustrated from the pain.

“I know,” Santino murmured, “It just hurts.”

John nodded, taking a hold of Santino's other hand, “I'll help you. You don't have to be in pain.”

Santino was just used to pain. Mainly because of his childhood, what his father had done to him, the punishments. He had to go through all that alone, treating his wounds by himself, since his father wouldn't allow anyone to help him.

The most intense punishments had been whipping Santino's palms with a belt until they bled, sometimes even stepping on his hands. His ribs got hurt a few times, too.

This really brought back some memories he wished to forget.

In Santino's bedroom, so he felt comfortable, John gave him painkillers for a start so that they work faster while he continued to treat his injuries.

“Lift your shirt,” John said.

Santino bit his lip for a second, avoiding John's eyes and hesitantly lifted his shirt, exposing his bruised left side.

John hummed in disapproval, frowning a little.

“Yeah, that's not good,” John sighed, gently pressing against the bruise. Even at that soft touch Santino winced and hissed in pain.

“Don't touch me… I told you it hurts,” Santino warned, breathing shakily through his teeth.

“Sorry,” John apologized, “Your ribs could be broken. I'll bring an ice pack and then I want to check your hand.”

The moment John mentioned his hand Santino visibly tensed up.

While John was getting the ice pack, Santino looked at his injured fingers. Cuts, bruises over his knuckles. It was almost the exact same image from his childhood.

He could feel his heart beat getting faster, when John came back.

“This might feel a little uncomfortable, but I promise it'll help,” John explained, “Can you hold it against your ribs while I examine your hand?”

“Sure, I guess…” Santino muttered, doing what he was told. He whimpered quietly, it was too cold but he knew he had to resist the urge to move it off his ribs.

John gently held his injured hand, confirming his thoughts. Luckily it didn't appear to be too damaged.

“I'll disinfect the cuts, wrap it in a bandage and it could also use an ice pack,” John said softly, giving him a smile to calm him down. Santino was clearly pale and still nervous. But sometimes his response to feeling nervous or scared was anger.

Santino nodded, letting John do his job.

“My father used to hurt me like this.”

John almost didn't hear him. His voice was so quiet.

“My hands… they were always bruised and covered with blood. I had to take care of myself, but it was difficult on my own.”

Santino decided to open up to John, he felt safe, like he could trust him. Well, they're lovers, there's no point in hiding the past.

“I'm so sorry to hear that. You didn't deserve that,” John caressed his face, leaning to press a tender kiss on his lips. “No one was there for you?” John asked after the kiss, tapping the cotton over the cuts.

“Mmh… no. No one was allowed to. And, it got worse after my mother died,” Santino looked at his hand, blinking away tears forming in his eyes. “She would've helped me if she was alive.”

That made John’s heart ache. He noticed how Santino avoided his eye contact. He wasn't hurting just physically, he was hurting mentally, too.

John wasn't sure what to say, but he couldn't stand watching his lover suffer like this.

“She would've. I'm here now, I'm helping you. You won't go through any pain alone ever again, I promise,” John vowed, gently placing a kiss on Santino's injured hand.

Santino didn't flinch this time, he could actually feel himself blushing. He rarely experienced comfort like this.

“Thank you,” Santino breathed out, cracking a little smile.

John leaned over to kiss him again, a long, deeper kiss this time.

The bodyguard finished with wrapping a bandage over Santino's fingers, replacing Santino's other hand that was holding the ice pack with his own.

“You need a lot of rest. Drink lots of water to stay hydrated and sleep,” John said, sitting next to him.

“Yeah, I know,” Santino paused for a second, “Can you stay with me overnight? It wouldn't be the first time you stayed in my bed overnight anyway.”

Even if he was injured, he still found enough energy to smirk and tease his lover. Still, his question was genuine.

“Of course I can,” John replied.

Indeed, John spent the whole night with Santino. Laying across him, so Santino could be comfortable on his side that wasn’t injured. Comforting and soothing him, stroking his hair with his fingers until Santino fell asleep pressed against him.

John had a bit of trouble falling asleep since he was scared he would accidentally hurt him in his sleep if he moved. So, he kept a safe distance, further away not to hurt him and close enough to still maintain some physical touch.

The next day, Santino was more affectionate. He didn't want John to leave his side, hugging him and being clingy.

“I just want to fetch you breakfast,” John said, placing a kiss on his cheek.

“I don't need breakfast. I just want coffee and you…” Santino flinched at his own sudden movement, “And painkillers,” he added.

“And breakfast. You need energy and a proper meal. Not just coffee.”

Santino sighed dramatically into his neck, stubborn again.

“If you say so.”

Santino allowed himself to be vulnerable with John. He enjoyed being taken care of, it was a feeling he rarely experienced and he wanted to embrace it as much as he could.

John seemed to enjoy taking care of him. Helping him with showering, preparing meals, doing whatever Santino asked for.

He regularly swapped the bandage on Santino's hand, held the ice pack against his ribs to bring down the swelling, soothing him when Santino whimpered in pain.

It went on like this for a few days, with Santino being needy and wanting John's attention, wanting kisses and cuddles. John tried to give him all that while helping him heal in the meantime.

“When will they finally heal?” Santino asked, looking over at his bruised ribs. The swelling wasn't as bad as it used to be, but it still hurt.

“It takes some time. But your hand seems to be in a much better condition,” John pointed out after removing the bandage.

“It does. Still aches when I move my fingers, but at least I can move them,” Santino smiled, relaxing on the couch against John.

“Yeah, that's good. You're recovering quickly.” John examined his hand a little more, just to make sure.

“It's all thanks to you. When I was trying to take care of myself, it didn't really heal that fast and it was more painful,” Santino confessed, his voice quiet. He hated talking about his past, it was too painful even to remember. There was something about John, though: he had this calm and gentle tone in his voice all the time. It was soothing, calming. Something Santino always craved. A partner that would understand him on that emotional level.

“Sometimes everyone needs help. Going through pain alone can be tough, and I want to be there for you.”

At some point in Santino's life, he was convinced he was not capable of being loved. He was too difficult to handle, too needy, just wanting attention and comfort.

Yet there was his bodyguard giving him everything he wanted.

“You were only supposed to be my bodyguard. Then again, you're spending so much time with me,” Santino purred, admiring John's patience with him.

John smiled, lifting Santino's hand to place a gentle kiss over his knuckles.

“I'm happy to spend time with you and help you,” John looked up at him, seeing Santino's flushed face.

“Mio caro,” Santino said, just above a whisper. “What would I do without you?”

John gently hugged him, avoiding his injured side, kissing his cheek before replying, “I didn't mean to make you sad, bello.”

Santino sighed against his neck, feeling how John's hands were wrapped around him, pressed against him.

“I'm not sad… just so glad I have you,” he murmured.

The bodyguard leaned back to kiss him tenderly on his lips, pressing their foreheads together afterwards, staying like that for a few seconds.

“Can we stay like this for a little longer?” Santino asked softly.

“Of course we can.”

“Help me shower later?”

John chuckled gently, there was his demanding lover again.

“Anything you want.”

[stumbleonhometomycats]

Hi! This may be a bit of a foolish question, but since we’re both tog girlies, what TTPD songs represent certain characters and couples/ships to you? You can choose any character or ship, but I kindly ask you to include Aelin and Rowan, and Rowaelin🥺.

My dear friend I am so sorry that this took me forever. I have been jotting down thoughts for weeks and finally today was able to really compile them. I ended up assigning every song to someone because I was having fun.

Would love any additions or suggestions from anyone who has read the series!

So with out further ado, TTPD songs as Throne of Glass Characters:

Fortnight Chaol pov during Heir of Fire and the beginning of Queen of Shadows 

The Tortured Poets Department This was quite literally the hardest one for me, like maaaaaybe a little bit giving me Chaol and Nesryn at the beginning of Tower of Dawn???? Maaaaaybe Kaltain in the first book

My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys Chaol is the boy who is always breaking his favorite toys  But also Maeve is the boy breaking all her favorite toys (The Cadre)

Down Bad Lorcan at the beginning of Kingdom of Ash

So Long, London I can see this a few ways, mainly Aelin shedding her Celaena skin and leaving Rifthold. Also, Nesryn and Chaol’s paths diverging when they are in Antica. A little more of a stretch, but The Cadre leaving Wendlyn to serve Aelin. 

But Daddy I Love Him Elide being in love with Lorcan against literally everyone’s wishes 

Fresh Out The Slammer Stay with me, “I’ll bleed whatever color you tell me to”. Essentially, Dorian being so in love with Manon he breaks his mind control 

Florida!!! Skull’s Bay is Florida, so I guess this is Captain Rolfe’s song 

Guilty As Sin? Aelin / Rowan in QoS while they were dancing around being fully in love with each other and while Rowan was trying to maintain his flimsy boundaries 

Who's Afraid Of Little Old Me? Aelin / Lysandra / Kaltain / Yrene / ABRAXOS

I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) Dorian about Manon 

loml This can go a couple ways, if you focus on the loss of it all : Gavriel, The Thirteen, Asterin’s farmer and child, Sam Cortland, Sorscha, Nehemiah, Aelin’s parents, Rowan’s fake mate, etc.  But if you focus on how horrible the guy being song about is: Aelin about Arobynn 

I Can Do It With A Broken Heart This song sooooo specifically makes me think of the “I’m so tired, Rowan” scene in Kingdom of Ash

The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived AROBYNN HAMEL 

The Alchemy Aelin and Rowan, obviously. Specifically the gold nightgown. 

Clara Bow Aelin / Lysandra / Evangeline / Elena

The Black Dog Stay with me….. Chaol and Dorian when they were nawt seeing eye to eye 

imgonnagetyouback Lorcan about Maeve? LOL 

The Albatross The Thirteen as a whole, but super specifically Manon. Also perhaps how Dorian views himself after the end of Heir of Fire and all of Queen of Shadows

Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus Sam about Celaena 

How Did It End? Could go Chapter 99 of Kingdom of Ash  Could go Sam Cortland 

So High School Fenrys 

I Hate It Here Yrene in Assassin’s Blade? 

thanK you aIMee I guess it could be about Arobynn??? The King of Adarlan??? Elena??? 

I Look in People's Windows Aelin in KOA knowing what she has to do and what she stands to lose  Also Lysandra before Queen of Shadows

The Prophecy Rowan, gods it is sooooo Rowan. And very Aelin as well. It is them separately and together. With a sprinkling of Elena having to spend an eternity watching the consequences of her actions unfold

Cassandra BABA YELLOWLEGS? Kind of Nehemiah and Elena??? And the general just not being believed or listened to is obviously Aelin

Peter Vaughan HAHAHAHAH  But also from the pov of the mortal man Asterin’s loved 

The Bolter I MEAN THE OPENING LINES….IT IS AELIN……. It’s kind of a beautiful combination of Aelin and Celaena 

Robin Gavriel for Aedion And then Evangeline 

The Manuscript Elena 

[incesthemes]

shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals <3

omg thank you 🥺 i appreciate the consideration!!! <3

i just added like 4 new songs to my sam playlist so i'll use that one :)

mama's broken heart – miranda lambert (consider 3.11 mystery spot. or 4.09 i know what you did last summer or 4.22 lucifer rising. thank you)

icarus – bastille (season 4 sammy 💖)

son of a sinner – jelly roll (it like perfectly encompasses his fate vs dean conflict to me)

arsonist's lullaby – hozier (it's so season 1-2)

run boy run – woodkid (it's all 2.10-2.21 vibes to a mind-shattering degree)

[forever-rogue]

Hiii and happy 11 days till Christmas!!! I saw the prompt list you reblogged and I wondered if you could write something for sweet soft boy Steven Grant 🥺I just looove the way you characterize him, it’s perfect, and I really really miss the moonknight days. Anyways, maybe this prompt with some hurt comfort goodness? " you don't have to be so strong all the time. i can be strong for the both of us, if you'd let me... "

it’s okay if you don’t write I understand 💖

AN |  A lil Christmas pressie from me to y’all! Just some angst and softness with our favorite boy😌

Pairing | Steven Grant x Fem!Reader

Warnings | None

Word Count | 1.5k

Masterlist | Main, Moon Knight

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

It’s been a few days since you’ve seen Steven; a few days since he’d come by your apartment and graced you with his presence. Had it been even a few months ago, you wouldn’t have blinked an eye. Sure, you would have missed him and been dismayed at the emptiness his absence instilled in your life…but you wouldn’t have questioned it. 

But you knew him. Knew that he wasn’t just Steven Grant, the sweet mild mannered man you’d met while working at the museum. You knew his secret and had promised to hold and keep it. It was because of this very knowledge that you grew worried. What if something had happened to him? To Marc? And you weren’t able to protect either of them? You’d never forgive yourself. 

Which is why, at three o’clock in the morning on a rainy Wednesday, you found yourself leaving the comfort and safety of your warm apartment to go to his. Maybe it would lead to nothing…maybe it would lead to answers. Either way…you had to find out. You were still dressed in pajamas, trainers haphazardly thrown on, along with your broken umbrella (you’d meant to replace it but hadn’t gotten to that part yet) as you made the trek the few blocks over to his apartment. 

When you got to his building, you looked up at his window to see if by chance his light was on. But there was nothing; but then again what did you expect? Most people were asleep by now. You let yourself in and walked quickly to the elevator, pressing the button for his floor. You must have looked a sight, drenched and with wild eyes as the ride seemed to take incredibly long. But luckily, you made it after a few long minutes and got out, suddenly nervous.

All the worry you pushed down and compartmentalized were bubbling to the surface as you stood in front of his door, hand raised to knock softly. Should you even knock? What if he was sleeping and you woke him up? At least then you’d know he was okay. Should you just let yourself in? What if that woke him up and then he just found you creeping around his apartment? Maybe you could just hang around until he left the apartment at some point and you could pretend you had just been on your way over. Maybe - 

But any more thoughts, or silly plans that you could have concocted were quickly dashed when you heard the door unlock and open. You couldn’t help the small sound of surprise that escaped your lips when you saw Steven on the other side of the door. He looked tired, curls wild and roguish, along with dark circles under his eyes, but other than that he looked unharmed - fine. 

The relief that washed over you was palpable, as you realized that he was alive and well. You couldn’t help but throw your arms around him and pull him tightly into your body, swallowing him with your love and affection. He remained still for a moment before realizing what was going on, and then he hugged you back just as fiercely, burying his face in the juncture of your neck and shoulder. 

“Steven,” you reluctantly pulled back after a few minutes, “I-I…you’re okay. Oh, I’ve missed you, my love.”

You took his face in your hands and studied his face to make sure there were no marks you hadn’t seen initially. He turned his face into your touch, letting the soft warmth of your palm run along his cheek. The two of you were silent for a few moments before either of you spoke, but when the soft spell of silence was broken, it was him that spoke first, “I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have disappeared like that. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you reassured him softly, pressing a kiss to his cheek, taking your hand in his and threading your fingers together, “all that matters is that you’re okay.”

“How did you…know to come?” he stepped inside and flicked on the lights, gently closing the door behind him, “I thought about calling or coming to see you, but didn’t want to wake you up.”

“You wouldn’t have,” you brushed away the tears of relief that had pearled up with the sleeve of your damp sweater, “I wasn’t asleep. I haven’t been sleeping much the past few days.”

“Because of me.”

“Not entirely,” you smiled softly, settling yourself down on the couch, discarding your damp sweater and grabbing a blanket, “it’s just a lot of things adding up all at once. How did you…know I was at the door? I hadn’t even knocked.”

“Good senses,” he played it off as though it was no big deal and everyone had the abilities that he and Marc had. He joined you on the couch, eagerly scooting under the blanket where you held it up for him. You snuggled into his side and he wasted no time in wrapping his arm around your shoulders. You rested his head on his chest, listening to the steady and strong beat of his heart. You were tired, relieved to have him back, the sound slowly started to lull you to lull you into the land of slumber. 

A comfortable silence fell over the two of you before he spoke again. When he did, his voice was soft, and you could easily hear all the emotion that was behind it. You felt his thumb stroking across your arm, a habit you learned that he had when he was nervous, “I, umm…I came back two days ago.”

“Two days ago?” you moved back so you look at him, a frown settling on your features. He wished he could just brush it away with a gentle kiss, but he knew that you deserved an explanation, “but you didn’t say anything…I’ve been…worried.”

“I know,” he rubbed his hand over tired face and sighed at himself more than anything, “I should have said something but…things felt so heavy. It took a bit to decompress and sort it all out…if you know what I mean.”

And you did - to the extent that an innocent bystander could - but you still couldn’t imagine just how very hard everything he did during his nighttime adventures were. You knew it was hard, and you could see how it affected him sometimes, but there was no way you could understand the full extent.

“I can only imagine what it must be like,” you reached over and touched his face, brushing your thumb over his cheek before carding a hand gently through his hair, “but Steven, I hope you knew that you can tell me whatever, whenever. You don't have to be so strong all the time. I can be strong for the both of us, if you'd let me. You do so much for others, but sometimes it’s okay to let others do things for you. To ask for help…because I want to do these things for you. Just like you always do for me.”

“I don’t think I could accurately put into words just how much you mean to me,” you could see his eyes glistening with emotion which only caused your heart to soften further, “but you mean the absolute world to me. Thank you, for always listening to me, and always being there for me. I really don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Funny,” you leaned in and kissed him, nothing more than a soft brush of lips, sweet and saccharine that left you both wanting more, “I feel the exact same way about you.”

This time he took the initiative and kissed you, pulling you further into his warm body and eventually into his lap, his hands settling on your waist as you looped yours around his neck. His touch was soft and tender, something you both loved, and you easily could have let him kiss you like that forever, “I love you, you know?”

“I love you,” the words had been exchanged between the two of you many times now, also soft and reverent with the promise of more, but they still managed to make your face flush with warmth and your tummy fill with butterflies. You were sure you could easily get lost in those big, brown eyes, “and I mean it, Steven. You don’t always have to be the strong one, sometimes that can be my job.”

“Okay,” the singular word, the answer to more than just your obvious question, was soft and almost cracked, “thank you.”

“There’s nothing to thank me for,” you insisted, nudging your nose with his, “that’s just what you do for those you love. And I happen to love you very much.”

“More than-”

“More than anything,” you giggled softly, the sound going straight to his heart, “silly man!”

“I love you more than anything too,” he promised, “silly girl.”

[cometapollo]

if it’s okay with you maybe some sub Derek head cannons if you have any.. anything for the poor..?

🥺🤲

Have we got a show for you........... horny shit under the cut cus ik some people may not wanna read it ♡

First off, Derek is def a dom-leaning switch, but my man is LOUD when he's subby. Like loud to the point where you gotta shove your pussy/dick or some sort of gag in his mouth to muffle his moans

He loves toys. Dildos, fleshlights, just about anything he can get his hands on (or in). Vibrators are his favorite- theres this one specific one that he has two of in case one stops working or the battery dies mid session. Use it on him and he will be a non-stop cumming, screaming, broken mess all for you <3

CALL 👏HIM👏 A👏 GOOD 👏BOY👏 HE WILL CUM IMMEDIATELY

bro is absolutely horrendous at giving head, but his skill with his hands and cock more than make up for it

He DEFINITELY has a mommy/daddy kink (not in an ageplay way though, fuck that (in a bad way))

His wrists are one of the most sensitive spots on his body :3

[newbornwhumperfly]

whumpmas in july day 5: media that gives you whumperflies

a little bit of a throwback, but a childhood favorite of mine was the prince and the pauper. i found it incredibly whumpy, especially the scenes that talked about poverty and public punishment. sure, it often got pretty dark, but i was incredibly intrigued boy medieval horrors at that age! there's an incredible scene where prince edward is going to be publicly whipped and miles, his bodyguard and friend, takes the punishment for him...utterly delightful and formative of some of my favorite tropes 😍🥺😭

of course, captain america: the winter soldier, is a longtime and eternal favorite 😈😈😈 boy oh boy, this film truly has everything, huh? a human weapon whumpee who is so brutally dehumanized, he wears a goddamn muzzle?? and he's the long-lost boyfriend of the Defiant Whumpee protagonist, who goes through heaven and earth to save him??? AND HE IS SAVED THROUGH THE POWER OF LOVE??? 😩😩😩💖💖💖😭😭😭 creepy whumpers ABOUND (politician robert redford ofc but uhhhhhh brock rumlow and the hydra trash party kinkmeme might've been my first foray into noncon whump and he's the base formula for a lot of my worst whumpers 😈😈😈). people getting nearly beaten to death. brainwashing to kill your beloveds. fitey little do-gooder against the cynical forces of the world. institutional corruption and the rise of fascism thought defeated. epic car chases. just...thee film of all time.

daredevil as a show still slaps prodigiously and matt "marytr" murdock is so pretty when he's in pain (plus, i always love a good "misunderstanding/confrontation scene between besties" and mattfoggy will make me weep every goddamn time). 🥺

the bourne trilogy was also very formative for me in a lot of my favorite tropes 😍 dehumanized weapon of a person rediscovering his humanity and burning down the institutions that birthed him? YES. stoic and grim and quiet and deadly and haunted and longing to be tender? YES. epic car crashes that leave their victims broken, staggering, and bloodied? YES. 🙌

the adventures of robin hood was a childhood favorite as well for its glorious whump, particularly scenes of a defiant errol flynn tied up in prison or severely beaten and ready for execution. what a delight. 😈

these are just a few of the ones that give me whumperflies but i wanted to include ones across the range of my life! 💖💖💖 have a very merry @whumpmasinjuly 🥰

@whumpmasinjuly-archive

[acefaun]

Hi!!!

Please write a part 2, where Lou faces the consequences of HIS ACTIONS.

Where-

His mother slaps him, in front of everyone, while his father says he is disappointed in him, because they never thought their son would do something like that. They have started considering the mc as their own daughter so they could never imagine that, a boy who would never hurt anyone would hurt the girl he claimed to love the most. His mother says she never wants to see him ever again, with tears streaming down her eyes.

The gods, looked disappointed and somewhat angry. Krioff hands were in fire, ready to get at Tauxolouve, if given the chance. Krioff had started considering mc as his sister, after all they had similarities. He was angry on himself for not being able to save mc sooner.

The King thought of the time when Tauxolouve's birth parents came to him and asked him to let Tauxolouve be adopted by their friends ( Tauxolouve's parents).

Mc was standing there see all this unfold. Was she happy maybe not, but she was certainly relieved.😌

Please write a second part these key points.

Yandere Tauxolouve II~ The Outcome

Synopsis: Facing his fate, Tauxolouve is disowned and left a broken man, stripped of all powers, dignity, and title. Looking back… he only wanted to love you… and he hated himself for it.

🩸Yandere Masterlist🩸 Female goldfish! (Primarily Lou’s POV)

A/n: I LOVE that y’all were able to feel my feelings through this! 💖💖 This is my favorite part as a writer. Sure, I love making stories out of the wazoo, But I love forcing emotions onto people!!  Not to be weird, but the way Lou was enjoying MC’s tears, I'M ENJOYING YOUR TEARS BECAUSE I’M CRYING TOO. Oh my lord, it hurt so much to write some of these lines. 🥺 (Other note: I 100% wrote all of Zyglavis’ lines in Neuvillette’s voice. It’s engrained in my head now.) 

–Word Count: 2,945–

His dull eyes stared across the barren cell, only observing the wall before him. It was blank… Much like the walls of his room before you walked into his life. It was an unavoidable fate, wasn't it? Ever since he first saw the vision of him killing you… he thought it was some form of cruel irony. He did everything in his power to stop it from becoming a reality. But… in the end… it was all inevitable.

You were the only bright spark in his life; you made him see that it was all worth living while there was still time left. Still, all the times he saw his death, it made him want to hold you all the tighter. 

Tighter. And tighter. And tighter. 

Until he had no choice but to watch you walk away in the arms of another god. His heart clenched again. You should have been his. Up until the very end of his existence, you should have been his. Even now, locked away in a cell, stripped of his powers, reflecting on how wrong it was for him to love you like this, he still wanted you. 

The other gods were right, he certainly was a pathetic god; but he was only so pathetic for you. You were the cruel one for rejecting his love. He would have done anything for you, and you turned your back on his love. Was it wrong, too, for him to think that this was all your fault? You should have picked another god to protect you from those dark gods… if this was what you were going to do to Tauxolouve.

Tauxolouve resented how things got to this point. If you had just behaved like you were supposed to—no. If you hadn’t hung all over the other gods the way you always did… Maybe then his sanity would have been salvageable. But… it was his fault too for giving into your sinful human temptations. He couldn’t help but ponder if this was why loving a human was considered a sin… 

Perhaps this was why his father was cast out of the Heavens as well. It seemed that Tauxolouve was just destined to follow in his father's footsteps. 

Footsteps echoed through the barren prison, before stopping outside the bars of Tauxolouve’s cell. Taking a glance up, Leon had come to retrieve him from his cell already. Had such time passed that they were ready to judge him? 

Leon and Tauxolouve stared at each other for a solemn moment before Leon bluntly announced, “It’s time.”

Tauxolouve didn’t respond, simply nodding his head and following Leon obediently as his cell was opened. He was being treated like a prisoner, as expected, but it wasn’t like he didn’t deserve any of this. He could admit to his faults at this point. He hated himself for everything he had and everything he lost. 

However, if there was one thing he could avoid, it would have to be facing you. He didn’t want to see you again, however strange that might have seemed for someone so obsessed with you. Despite how possessed and obsessive Tauxolouve was, he knew the carnal urge to have you was all too fresh in his soul. He loved you, and so he was a danger to you. 

It was best to get this over with, he decided as he followed Leon’s footsteps to the Department of Punishments. 

Whispers followed him. Rumors of his deeds met his ears, having spread like wildfire across the Heavens. He loathed these gossiping gods as much as he loathed himself. He loathed- No… He loved you. 

He wanted to resist looking at you, but the minute he caught sight of you across the courtroom, he flinched. Seeing you in his mother’s arms, he couldn’t help but long for it to be him comforting you. 

Leon stepped forward, blocking Tauxolouve’s view, giving a pointed look at the younger demigod. He had no sympathy as he ushered Tauxolouve in the opposite direction from you, being directed into the defendant’s stand; though, he knew there was nothing to defend against. This entire trial was just for appearances and formalities sake; Tauxolouve was unquestionably guilty. 

Zyglavis’ eyes lingered on Tauxolouve for a brief moment. There weren’t any obvious emotions on his face, as expected of an impartial judge. Still, his thoughts were none too pleasant; such was the vibe in the room. Inclining his head, he addressed the court, “Now that all parties are present and accounted for, the trial shall begin.” Assessing the room, Zyglavis noted that Tauxolouve’s gaze was focused on you. Zyglavis’ sharp eyes narrowed. “Tauxolouve, I ask that you remain focused, please.”

Regardless of Zyglavis’ sharp command, Tauxolouve hardly paid any attention as Zyglavis listed his crimes and recounted what had to have been your description of events. His eyes were locked on you the entire time, though you refused to even glance at him. He hated how you were staring at Zyglavis. The thought of you having eyes for anyone else drove him mad…

His mind was so preoccupied with thoughts of stealing you away once again, he didn’t register that he was being addressed until Zyglavis loudly interrupted his train of thought. “Tauxolouve, I will ask you again. If you have nothing truthful to add in your defense…” He paused, the tension growing in the room. “Do you plead guilty?”

The court waited with bated breath. 

After a minute of thick, suffocating silence, Tauxolouve replied, “I do.”

“Then our verdict is such…” Zyglavis announced to the court, “Tauxolouve, ex-god of Sagittarius, is guilty of all confirmed charges. As decreed by the King of the Heavens himself, Tauxolouve shall be stripped of his godhood and exiled from the Heavens. In accordance with the severity of his crimes regarding human life and death, a curse of eternity shall be placed upon him.” Inclining his head, he briskly concluded, “Court is adjourned.”

With Zyglavis as the judge, things went exceptionally smooth. Any quarrels or arguments were swiftly silenced, and the entire trial started and ended in a timely manner. Finally, after it was all said and done, it was time for the punishment to be fulfilled. The Zodiac gods and select other gods were gathered before the King’s throne. Tauxolouve was going to be dealt with at last.

While waiting on the King’s appearance, you unexpectedly approached Zyglavis and he regarded you curiously. Aside from the quiet chatter around the room, everything else was quiet. Your voice was no exception as you timidly inquired, “I’m not familiar with divine sentences… but you said he’d be exiled and cursed. What does that mean?”

Zyglavis’ eyebrows were furrowed, as if he were conflicted over something. Still, he answered, “These types of punishments were decided long ago for such sins involving humans, as well as the natural cycle of living things. The curse will allow his soul to be placed on the wheel of rebirth, forever as a human; however, he will retain his memories as a god. He will be forced to suffer with his sin for an eternity.” 

“He’ll be reincarnated on Earth…” You slowly repeated, “with his memories of me?”

“We considered that this could be a danger to you,” Zyglavis quietly agreed with your unspoken concerns. “But this is the King’s final decision, and we’re reassured that Earth is much too big a place for him to find you. But as for our negligence to your situation…” He trailed off, his hand gently landing on your head. His goal was to comfort you with this minimal affection in front of the other gods. “You will have our blessings as Zodiac Gods. Once this punishment is finally complete, there will be no further threat to your freedom or your life.”

***

Seeing you share hushed words with Zyglavis infuriated Tauxolouve more than he cared to imagine it would. But all he could do was watch the scene take place, his heart clenching with pain. Was watching all he could do? After all, the minute Zyglavis’ hand came into contact with your head, he lost his composure. 

Seeing that something was off, Karno called out quietly, “Lou-”

“Don’t touch her~” Tauxolouve interrupted Karno’s concerned call. In an instant, his arms were wrapped around you, pulling you away from Zyglavis before the god had a chance to move. It was almost as if Tauxolouve were trying to shield you away from the other gods, when it should have been the opposite way around. 

The gods panicked at the situation that came up so suddenly. They never should have left any open space between you and Tauxolouve. However, they were fortunate to have the right people with them to defuse the situation—or at least help out in ways the zodiac gods couldn’t.

Tears had already started to well up in your eyes, but to keep you from panicking and feeling trapped, Tauxolouve’s mother, Sofia, was holding your arms firmly. For the moment, they were all trying their best to remain calm and collected. “Louie…” She struggled to say, “Let go of her.” Tauxolouve and Sofia stared into each other’s eyes, but it was as if Tauxolouve was searching for something he’d never find. “It’s too late…” 

Tauxolouve was clutching desperately onto you. In his mind, he would rather die with you than die alone and suffer fate the way they had planned it for him. Tears welled in his eyes in sheer desperation as his nose nuzzled into your hair. “I can’t…” He admitted, his voice cracking. “I just wanted to love her… I didn’t want things to end like this. But I couldn’t stop it…”

Tauxolouve’s father, Nasir, placed a hand on his shoulder, quietly ushering, “Just let go; that’s the only way you can fix this.” They had to make Tauxolouve release you calmly, lest they put you in a worse situation. 

Your eyes were wide as you felt tears dripping above your head. Tauxolouve was already suffering for what he’d done, and he wasn’t even exiled yet… 

You hoarsely whispered, “Lou…”

Tauxolouve’s eyes widened as he loosened his grip on you. Between his parent’s gentle coaxing and your quiet plea, he was able to see the pain that surrounded him. He whispered into your ear, “I’m sorry… for everything…” 

His grip had loosened enough to where you were pulled away from him by Sofia, and Tauxolouve was again forced away from you, restrained by the other gods. 

Sofia held you against her chest like a child, caressing your head as you numbly cried without registering the tears that fell. You never expected Tauxolouve to apologize like that. For that one, brief moment, he sounded like he meant it. What was more than that, he sounded burdened by tremendous guilt—as if his actions were finally registering in his head. You couldn’t help but wonder… Was he finally hurting as much as he had hurt you?

“What were you thinking?” Sofia suddenly snapped. Finally, after having seen his seeming obsession for herself, she seemed to lose her composure. 

Seeing her reaction, Huedhaut instinctively reached out to comfort you in her place as she approached her son. After all, this was going to be their last time to speak. 

However, no one was expecting her to slap Tauxolouve…

The loud smack made everything fall silent, your sniffled the only quiet sound being made in the large throne room. 

Nasir held onto Sofia for comfort, though the two of them were both clearly torn, expressing it in different ways. “We never thought our son would do something like this,” he solemnly said. “We didn’t want to believe it, even after watching the trial. If only we didn’t have to see the evidence right in front of our eyes…” His eyebrows furrowed in frustration, yet remaining calm as he expressed himself. “We’re unfathomably disappointed in you.”

Sofia, heartbroken by Tauxolouve’s actions, shockingly announced, “No son of ours would have ever done the things you’ve done to this poor young lady. Our Louie would have never hurt anyone… especially the girl he claimed to love most.” Her eyes flickered to the ground, and it was clear that their words implied that Tauxolouve was being disowned. Tears were streaming down her delicate face as she uttered, “I never want to see you… ever again… Tauxolouve…”

These words were breaking Tauxolouve bit by bit. Hearing Sofia say his full name was so foreign to him… it didn’t sound right. None of this was right. 

He wasn’t right. 

His guilt melded into hate… hate for himself and his actions. But… he still sought your love and forgiveness, because that was all that mattered in his mind. “I’m sorry!” Despite his sudden struggling, he failed to pull out from the arms of Leon and Krioff. “(NAME)!” He wanted you to look at him. Time was running out. Why weren’t you looking at him?! “(NAME), I’m sorry!” Why? Why wouldn’t you even glance his way? He wanted to scream. 

Watching the scene empathetically, the gods were just as disappointed in Tauxolouve as Nasir and Sofia. It was clear that everyone had higher expectations for him. He shattered their reality. Seeing what he’d done to you pissed all of them off, and there was no apologizing for that. All the Zodiac gods cared for you; that was no secret. So it was fairly obvious the harsh reaction one would receive if anyone were to hurt you. Tauxolouve had irreparably hurt the one person they all agreed to protect… 

Krioff, who had much in common with you, had even started considering you as his sister. The guilt in his chest festered into a hot anger at the thought of not having been able to save you sooner. They all should have known better when you suddenly stopped making appearances in the mansion with all of them. They really failed you…

Hell, even the King of the Heavens was displeased with this turn of events—however much he knew it was inevitable to happen. He knew the dangers of allowing a demigod to join the pantheon. Tauxolouve never had the constitution of a god to avoid his sinful nature. 

Still… he had pitied Tauxolouve’s parents when they brought this demigod infant before him, pleading for his protection…

He could no longer uphold that promise. 

Revealing himself amongst the gods, his presence settled the chaos by forcing silence to fall upon everyone.

Apathetically, he looked down upon the gods gathered there, before his unforgiving gaze landed on Tauxolouve. “It is time. There is no need for you to say your farewells to the gods here, nor this human. You will live with your sins for eternity and have no solace in redemption, nor forgiveness. Therefore… I hereby cast you out.”

A bright light suddenly overtook everything in the room, and for a moment, your tears stopped overflowing. This bright light was so warm and comforting all around you. For the first time in months, you felt like it was all over. Your soul felt at peace. Maybe it was the blessings of the King and the 11 Zodiac gods present, or maybe it was just the sudden relief hitting you. 

You recalled Zyglavis’ words from earlier… You were finally free.