#poor precious bby boi

[hiraethedits]

Halloween Ends (2022) dir. David Gordon Green

[starshuas]

my precious darling shua 😭💗

my favourite person | joshua hong

prompt | i'm not a lot of people's favourite person

word count | 1.3k

genre | angst & (mostly) fluff

author's note | ugh i haven't written a longer fic like this in a while, i've missed this

Joshua was that type of person who never wanted to bother you with his own problems. He cherished you and your happiness way too much, so what would be the point in sharing his own worries with you?

He was a big boy, he could take care of himself, no matter how much he wanted to find peace and comfort in your arms.

You knew something was wrong, despite him insisting he was fine. You knew him like the back of your hand and something has been clearly bothering him.

His bright smile was gone and even if he did smile, it didn’t reach his eyes, like it usually did. He didn’t share any funny stories from the practice room, he went to bed without giving you your mandatory good night kiss and you woke up to his side of the bed cold and empty.

“Joshua, you really have to tell me if anything is bothering you,” you said and squeezed his arm. “I’m here for you.”

But the only response you got was a small smile and a “I’m fine darling. Don’t worry about me,” which didn’t make the case any better.

You decided to let it go and wait for him to come around. Especially, because he had a company dinner soon, which you hoped would cheer him up a bit.

Perhaps a talk with Jeonghan or Seungcheol wouldn’t hurt as well.

Leaving with a quiet goodbye and a kiss to your forehead (like he always did before leaving), made you hopeful you were slowly getting your Shua back.

Some of the boys posted a couple of pictures of them together, before the party even began and Joshua was in every single one of them.

He seemed fairly happy, but you knew very well he could have been pretending.

Nonetheless, you decided to put your phone away, there was no point in dwelling on whether he was fine or not.

He wouldn’t be coming back to your apartment tonight anyways, he never did after big parties. He was always afraid that he’d make too much noise and wake you up, so he always went back to his own place after a night of drinking.

Settling down for the night, you unawarely stroked the pillow on your boyfriend’s side, where his head would usually be. He had never told you this, but his heart always skips anytime you run your fingers through his hair, as a warm feeling settles in his tummy.

He was always convinced that love was an emotion that he’d never be able to describe, but the genuine care in your eyes and the happiness in your smile could make him talk about love for hours.

“Fuck.”

You tiredly rubbed your eyes with your (Joshua’s) sweatshirt, trying to pick up where the sounds were coming from, while still being half asleep.

You stumbled out of bed, not so gently running into your dresser, while trying not to freak out over a thief who's probably robbing your apartment right now.

Finally, reaching the kitchen, you exhaled in relief as you saw that it was only your boyfriend, trying to take off his shoes.

But then you realised something. Why was he here? And then you realised something else.

He was definitely not sober.

Seeing your boyfriend drunk was nothing new, but seeing him wasted was something you thought you’d never get to see.

“Honey, are you okay?” you asked, quickly grabbing his hand to get his attention. You couldn't help thinking that something bad had happened, as his eyes were wide and he seemed almost… scared?

Shaking his head, he clumsily grabbed your other hand, putting them on his cheeks.

For a second you thought about calling Jeonghan. You’ve never seen your boyfriend in such a miserable state before and it was scaring you. The light in his eyes was gone and his beautiful face showed nothing but pain.

Nothing about this was good, but the worst was that you still had no idea what had happened.

As you got lost in your own thoughts, you felt something wet hitting your fingertips and that was when you realised Joshua was crying.

“Oh baby,” you whispered, as he collapsed into your arms. His sobs echoed through your quiet apartment, while his shoulder shook with every breath he took.

He held tightly onto you, almost as you were his lifeline - the only thing keeping him alive. Your own heart was breaking with every cry that he let out, the sound shattering any ounce of hope that you had that he’d be all right.

You lowered both of you to the ground, so you could sit in the dark curridor, illuminated only by the moonlight coming through the window.

Taking a shaky inhale, he put his head on your lap, while you gently stroked his head and placed small kisses on his forehead, to let him know that you were there with him.

“I’m not a lot of people’s favourite person.”

The not so comforting silence of your apartment was finally broken by your boyfriend, who seemed to have calmed down, even though he still struggled to take a deep breath.

“What did you say honey?” you said quietly, brushing his hair away from his face.

“I think I’m not a lot of people’s favourite person,” he repeated, slowly pushing himself up to seating.

You looked at his tired expression, wanting nothing more to take all of his burdens away from him.

He was usually very good at avoiding the hate he got online, but from time to time, it could really get to him. It was unavoidable, you both knew that, but sometimes he wanted nothing more but to talk to his fans and have a good time with them.

But because a lot of people want to harm him, his reputation and his feelings, it wasn’t easy to manoeuvre between the good and the bad comments.

It seemed like this time he stumbled upon some really nasty shit.

“Why do you say that? Where did it come from?” you asked rhetorically, voice laced with concern.

He didn’t respond, only put his head on your shoulder, putting all of his weight onto you.

Not wanting to dig deeper, you put your arms tightly around his shoulders, and placed one of your hands on his tear stained cheek.

“You know,” you muttered so as not to startle him. “You might not be a lot of people’s favourite person, but you’re definitely my favourite person,” you kissed the side of his head, as you felt more tears rolling down his cheek.

“I have no idea how you’re feeling right now, nor will I ever get to experience what you’re experiencing, but I want you to know that despite all those horrible people that want to cause nothing more but pain, there are thousands of people who love you and cherish you.”

“Take a look around you. You have me, you have your brothers and you have your true fans that want you to be happy,” you whispered into his hair.

“I think that’s more than enough,” he said quietly, lifting his head to look at you.

His eyes were red, but to you they were the happiest they’ve been in a while. Even the corners of his lips were slightly turned upwards, to which you couldn’t help but smile.

“You cannot make everyone happy, Shua. There are going to be people that’ll want to hurt you, but remember that you’re always surrounded by people that love you,” you said.

He turned away to wipe his wet cheeks, feeling slightly embarrassed about his emotional outburst.

Usually, he’d go to his own apartment and cry himself to sleep, but tonight something made him come back home to you.

“Joshua,” you put your hand on his shoulder. “Next time, please talk to me before it gets that bad. I know that you don’t want to burden me with your worries, but I can't stand seeing you like this.”

“I love you so much, and I want us to go through the good and the bad together.”

He nodded and took your hand in his.

“Together.”

[b00tyliciousbabe]

da vinci

pairing: dacre montgomery x male reader

summary: just the actor fawning over the abundance in your cultural capital.

request: @gayaristocrat YOU ARE THE VISUSLS BBY! thanks sm for your patience, plus the anon who also requested a while back, i hope you enjoy reading as much as i did writing.

notes: happy pride! after FINALLY handing in my art coursework, this is my projection onto the character of the reader. never will i ever pick up another paintbrush - well…also officially finished my exams now so i am a slut for y’all’s requests! flood my inbox (but more importantly my hole) xx

song rec: naomi sharon - definition of love

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dating dacre was nothing short of a dream. he always made you feel so at ease. he loved how creative you were - the perfect match to his inner theatre kid. taking him to fashion exhibitions + poetry slams, and the actor inviting you to theatre shows, seeing the world through each others’ eyes made the time together even more precious. you first met at a ballet show. he had been dragged to see it by a few of his castmates, but was more so enjoying the bts view of you with the dancers. you were backstage fitting all the dancers and making sure they were all comfortable in what you styled. he managed to peek behind the curtain and saw your beautiful, so focused on draping the fabric of the lead’s skirt.

fuck, you were fine.

but he didn’t think much of it, just some cute guy, with beautiful eyes, who probably had a boyfriend. he took his seat and watched it with his friends. one of them was engaged to one of the dancers and so took dacre to the dressing rooms after the show. after introducing the two of you, y’all were practically drooling over each other. barely a word was said between you, but your hearts’ communicated greater feelings than mere speech ever could. they say love at first sight is something for the big screen, but your initial encounter rivalled the biggest stories of romance any writer could ever craft.

from that night, you practically were together, with the tabloids plastering the two of you holding hands, yachting in capri. the pop culture side of twitter was OBSESSED with your relationship to the actor and was in constant awe with how perfect you guys were for each other.

y/nsupremacy: you guys make my heart smile

user111: they’d make such cute babies

dacrefanclub6: sexiest couple on the internet

there was even a time where he had to do a nude scene in an upcoming blockbuster and the whole world saw how much your man was packing. in his press tour, the panel of interviewers didn’t shy away from your bf’s HUGE deal, some even made inappropriate comments.

‘god bless bottoms like y/n, he be taking that shit better than a pornstar’

‘poor y/n, how does that thing even fit?’

‘checks out…big booty bitches y/n deserves to be fucked by hung men.’

dacre was afraid that you would feel uncomfortable with the constant media comments on your thickness, but he had nothing to fear. you embraced it, you were said to have the best bod in fashion. as much as he tried to keep his life with you private, he lowkey wanted to let the world know that how much of a good boy you were for him.

dacre: ‘in all fairness i ain’t had any complaints from him so…’

dacre: ‘but…our neighbours definitely hate us.’ he remarks with a devilish grin.

everyone was rooting for your relationship, and what better way to show this than him enlisting the joint troops of your fandoms to surprise you whilst you were working in paris. he had gotten some time away from filming and decided to come and visit your atelier in paris. sprawled out on your desk, with needles and materials adorning the creative canvas of the room, he saw you hard at work. with the same vein poking through your forehead as the first time he laid eyes on your angelic physique, he could’ve fallen in love all over again.

‘hey babe’ he came up to you with flowers. ‘you look ravishing tonight’ rolling his r’s with a tenacity that made you smile. his tone always made you feel so safe.

‘i ain’t even dressed yet,’ you protest, dusting off the loose threads and sequins from your sweats. ‘you’re beautiful in whatever you wear,’ coming closer and gripping underneath your butt, ‘even prettier with less on.’ dacre quips as his lips tickle your ear.

‘dacre stop,’ you laugh out. ‘that giggle of yours is so infectious.’ he crashes his lips into you, the flowers dropping haphazardly onto the desk as he pushed his tongue deeper.

he was wearing the blazer you had designed for his birthday last year, paired with a pendant necklace with the first initial of your name on it. he looked so sexy. ‘can’t seem to keep my hands off off of you.’ he breathed, nudging his jacket off.

‘nuh uh, we have dinner reservations.’ nudging him away.

‘fuck. why’d you gotta be so damn sexy?’ he sounded aggravated but you pecked him again, ‘don’t worry, i am all yours tonight.’

taking you to the balcony of a quaint, parisian bistro, the chill of the capital’s air made the two of you even more enamoured, your hearts burning passionately. whilst eating, you got some sauce on the corner of your lips, as he pushes it back into your mouth. ‘gotta get you used to the feeling of a foreign object in your mouth before tonight, don’t i?’ dacre always loved being dirty in public and you made sure to satiate his exhibitionist kink.

after many glasses of wine, you made your way to the louvre. with your many contacts you managed to snag an after hours tour - solo. you were much more of a lightweight than your boyfriend (the man could drink like a pirate and be even more chipper than before) and you couldn’t walk in a straight line for more than a few metres. he let you go so he could see your figure and admire it from afar, but as soon as he saw you stumble, dacre’s hand on your waist guided you to safety and sobriety.

y’all ran throughout the museum, finally landing and kissing in front of the mona lisa. it was such a picturesque moment. the taxi ride back to the hotel was such a fever dream, y’all were all over each other, your chauffeur knew well to close the barrier and give you two some alone time.

‘have i ever told you how beautiful you are?’ he says slurring his speech.

‘tell me again…’ you implored.

‘the most beautiful boy in the world.’ he reassured, pulling you in as the city of paris lit up, illuminating your eyes.

you called him an ‘eager beaver’ as dacre stumbled the two of you into the hotel you were staying at. he grunts between kisses,‘you know you love me.’ serving you with another peck. he stripped your clothes as you followed suit with his own, leaving a chasm of fabric in the corner of the room.

only your shared jewellery was left to remove. you fell back seductively onto the mattress. as dacre crawled on top of you with a dark lust growing in his eyes, you pulled him by the pendant around his neck.

the muscular man laid atop of you, placing each hand on the bed at dip of your waist, using his palms as a fulcrum to steady himself. you glanced down to see the light reflecting off his abs as they danced on the curves of your body.

‘you’re so beautiful.’ he whispered, kissing your cheek and cupping your face.

he lifted himself from your figure, grabbing your thighs and placing your feet at either side of his head.

kissing your legs softly ‘so fucking soft.’ he moaned into your skin. his dick was throbbingly red, precum glazing his cock as he slowly thigh fucked you. he folded his arms around your plush knees, and kept that pace, your fingers grazing his cock head each time it escaped the warm walls of your inner thighs. to your annoyance, he kept this up for what felt like forever. halting, you felt his rock length graze your hole.

‘dacre, put it in already!’ you said with overstimulated passion, earning a snicker from your boyfriend.

knowing that you were beginning to grow impatient, he caresses the flesh of your abdomen. ‘look who’s eager now?’ he smirked.

shut up,’ stroking his happy trail with an endearment. you looked up at him and bit your lip. ‘I need you, please.’ his mouth agape at you ‘of course baby.’

he laced his fingers into yours. rocking slowly into you. his huge dick stretching you out slowly as the the dimly lit room made his ash blue eyes appear dark with lust.

‘fuck, have i missed this pussy’ rhetorically muttering. dacre began whispering sweet nothings into your ear:

‘you’re doing so well.’

‘taking it like my good little boy aren’t you?’

he made you so hot. lifting himself onto his toes, he angled himself directly into you, placing his entire weight on you. fucking down into your hole, your boyfriend was hitting nerves that had been neglected in his absence.

your sphincter began tightening around him, dacre knew what this meant - your release would soon follow. he started kissing your neck, and circled your left nipple with his thumb, goading your orgasm out of you as he started drilling a bit faster. dacre chased his own high begging you to finish with him whilst slurring his words.

‘take it, baby it’s all yours. UGHHHHH’ he busted strongly inside you. his big balls slapped at your butt one last time, reassuring both of you that he had seeded you deeply. you came all over his chest, as he chuckled.

‘love it when you paint me, that’s that sexy shit i like.’ he praised giving you an eskimo kiss to calm you from my high.

‘y/n,’ he whispered, big spooning you.

‘what’s wrong baby?’ you sounded concerned, cradling his hand.

‘nothing love, i just,’ he paused hesitantly.

you turned back to face him. ‘what is it? you know you can tell me anything.’

‘I just need you to know how much i missed you,’

‘oh dacre, you already did an amazing job showing me.’ You joke ‘I feel so…enlightened right now.’

he lets out a sad deep chuckle, turning to him and stroking his cheek ‘I missed you too.’

he gripped your waist, taking your words as a source of comfort. pushing his tongue down your throat.

‘ready for round two,’ you say, massaging his dick with your palm, getting him ready.

‘always.’ he affirms, spanking your ass and turning you over. the first round was very much for your pleasure and to let you know that he had truly craved your body.

but seeing your coke bottle body all splayed out for him? it was here that dacre’s beast was awoken.

‘ass up for me baby.’ he said guiding you to a more comfortable position. he massaged your thick cheeks and started eating you out. his large hands looked abysmally small in comparison to how juicy your ass was.

‘I ain’t gonna show you any mercy this time, you know the safe word, but i don’t think we’ll be needing it.’ he muttered, kissing down your spine before impaling you.

‘shitttt dacre, slow down.’

‘shut the fuck up and take that shit like the pretty, little cockwhore you are.’ dacre degraded, knowing how much you loved his dom/aggressive nature almost as much as his softer side.

dacre began going ham on your poor hole. he stood up as he began pulling you into him from the edge of the bed. with one hand crossed against your cheek and the other in his hair, he had to compose himself - else he come to quickly.

he fucked into you at a painfully quick pace, but it felt so good having him take control. dacre slutted you out almost unconscious for a bit and you were brought back to earth as he hit your second hole.

‘fuck baby,’ ‘I will never get tired of that ass.’ he said watching your thickness bounce against his abs. you started becoming more active, pushing back onto him for a heightened pleasure.

‘shake it for daddy, theeeere ya go, that’s MY shit baby. FUUUUUUUCK.’

‘oh god, your dick is so good, dacre.’ you moan out , which is enough to send him over the edge.

he came as your ass halted at his base. tightenibg around him he started breathing falteringly. ‘baby d-don’t do that, shiiiiit.’ he started leaking like a faucet. trying to thrust inside with some rhythm (to no avail), he collapsed on top of you.

‘I love you so much.’ you say breathlessly.

‘the feeling is so mutual babe.’ he kissed into your skin.

‘y/n, you’re so fucking wet,’ he spoke under his breath. still inside that filled pussy of yours, his cum and your slick provided a juicy lubricant. as he pulled out, the cum oozing out of your wrecked hole pooled into his pubes and on the duvet cover. the two of you were completely oblivious to the mess, and cuddled in the filth you’d created - a filth you were looking forward to adding to in the morning.

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[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE REMUS LUPIN HEADCANONS

He's a literal baby and such a cinnamon roll, that my dear friends, is a fact. He's so shy at first he can't even come near you and talk to you but oh, how his heart ACHES and LONGS for being close to you and wanting to be with you and talk to you about stuff

You'll have to approach him on your own lol since he'll never approach you on his own. Bby boi here is far too insecure and his head is filled with insecure and negative thoughts about what if he screws up the first impression with you and does something so bad that you'll hate him forever? He can't have that happening, his fragile little heart won't be able to take it, he'll be really sad. And he definitely doesn't want to accidentally make you think he's some sort of werewolf freak and hate him for the rest of his life for it, that would just crush him. So, he'll resort to keeping his feelings at bay by just watching and observing you quietly and being content with just that

However his dear pals, Sirius, James and Peter would sooner or later come to know about his crush on you and after all the teasing and stuff, they'll help him get close to you. You know your friends try increasing and boosting your confidence and help you get ready whenever you're about to meet your crush but they always do something or the other to 'accidentally' get you closer to together like pushing you closer to them and stuff? Yeah.... that's what these boneheads here will be doing lol

After much pestering and encouraging from his friends, he thinks he's mentally prepared for this and the second you turn around to look at him it's all over for him and James and Sirius would literally be facepalming as he stutters getting lost in your beautiful eyes and drowning in the beauty of your wonderful features. All he can manage after days of preparation for making a first impression with you is a 'Hi'. A faint one that too, with his face red as a tomato and he rushes off somewhere to calm his erratic heartbeat. He thinks now you hate him and you might think he's some sort of weirdo but on the contrary, you actually think he was cute

He has books filled with your likes and dislikes and he knows it's no normal to have information about you like this. And sometimes he also follows you around just to know if you're safe or not, and of course, the other Marauders would be encouraging him with his yandere behavior for you

He knows his feelings for you are completely wrong and irrational and he should get rid of them immediately. After a while he'll start ignoring you to try burying the feelings deep down but he just can't forget the feelings he has for you. Such feelings of deep possessiveness and want for you.... he can't seem to get rid of it and when you feel sad and upset that he's ignoring you, that's when he'll stop since he doesn't want to see you sad ever. Seeing you sad or upset about something is the last thing he ever wants, poor bby boi's heart will get crushed if he sees tears in your eyes

And when you do find out at some point or the other that he's a werewolf, he'll panic and he'll tell you to go somewhere far away from him so he can't hurt you. But you chose to stay with him and even in his werewolf form he won't ever hurt you, he's gained that amount of self control, you're too precious for him. And he won't ever kidnap you for something stupid like talking to other people and not paying him any attention, he'll only kidnap you if he feels you're safety is being threatened. He might be a lot of things but he's also really paranoid about your safety, he can't afford to lose you. So, he'll hide you in the Shrieking Shack till he passes out of Hogwarts and then he'll take you to some other place with him, and of course, the Shrieking Shack will have all sorts of enchantments and advanced hexes you can't break. He'll of course have his friends helping him when it comes down to all this

He understands what he did was really wrong and begs you for forgiveness and that he just wants a chance to prove his love for you. He'll even kill himself for you, he loves you so much please don't leave him. He'll shower you with so much love, never raise his hand or voice at you, treat you with the utmost respect and care you'll eventually fall in love with him on your own. Of course part of him feels guilty that you're falling in love with him in these types of circumstances but there's another selfish part of him telling him that it's okay to be selfish once in a while and just relish and enjoy the moment so in conclusion, one of the BEST yanderes to have :)

[outerspaceismyhappyplace]

Haven’t quite had the energy lately to write a whole fic. Here are a couple scenes from a bby Obanai sickfic that I gave up on (partially because I’ve already written an Obanai sickfic lol I don’t want to be repetitive) -

“Poor baby. You must’ve caught the stomach bug Muichiro had a few days ago…”

Obanai’s face twisted in anger. “Stupid Mui,” he muttered. “Gotted me sick.”

“It wasn’t his fault, baby, it’s not like he got you sick on purpose,” said Mitsuri. “I don’t think you were even around Muichiro when he was sick. So I’m not sure how…” she trailed off, guilt blooming in her gut. Oh. Obanai might not have been around Muichiro when he was sick—but Mitsuri had been.

Muichiro had been so sick. He was sick enough that he apparently didn’t even put up a fight when Shinobu told him he needed to go to the hospital. Mitsuri stopped by briefly to check on him that night after she’d heard, not intending to stay long or get too close—but she got there just in time to hear Shinobu say, “Muichiro, please stop asking for more pain medicine. It’s a waste. You already know you’re just going to vomit again before it has a chance to work; we have to just wait until your stomach settles down a bit first.” and Muichiro promptly burst into tears. Mitsuri had never seen Muichiro cry before—wasn’t even sure he could cry—and it felt wrong to just stand there in the doorway while there was a sobbing child in need of comfort. He was so confused and upset from his high fever that he’d let Mitsuri hold him for a little bit until he fell asleep.

She had washed her hands afterwards, of course, but she didn’t think to change out of her uniform before she went to meet Obanai for dinner…

Oh, she was so stupid! Obanai had a weak immune system and was prone to sickness; she should have taken better precautions to avoid contaminating him. The thought had occurred to her the day afterwards but Mitsuri felt fine so she assumed Obanai was probably in the clear too…

Obviously, this was not the case.

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“This one time, when Rengoku and I were on our way back from a mission, we bought out everything at a street vendor and we both got food poisoning from it,” said Mitsuri. “We were sooo sick. I went back home to my parents for a few days until I felt better, because I was so sick I needed someone to help take care of me. It happens to everyone sometimes, sweetheart.”

The story was intended to make Obanai feel better, but instead his face scrunched up and he started crying again.

“Huh? What’s wrong?“ she asked frantically, pulling away so she could examine him.

Obanai sobbed and reached for her in protest. “Mommy w-was sick!”

Mitsuri’s expression softened and she cradled him against her chest again. “Shh, shh, no, baby, it’s okay. Mommy’s all better now.”

“Mommy w-was sick, and…and, and…” Obanai hiccuped, struggling to get the words out. “A-and Obi w-wasn’t there…to m-make her feel better!”

Mitsuri’s heart melted. “Oh, baby,” she cooed, kissing his head over and over. “You’re the sweetest, cutest, most adorable, most thoughtful, most amazing most precious little boy in the whole wide world!”

“Bu-but I’m s-so gross!” Obanai wailed.

“Everybody’s gross sometimes, baby,” Mitsuri said, patting his back. “What if Mommy was sick and you were here to make me feel better? Would you think I was gross?”

“N-no!” Obanai cried. “No, love Mommy!”

“And I love you too, Obanai!” Mitsuri said. She kissed his forehead again. “So I’m gonna take good care of you until you feel all better, even if you’re gross. Okay?”

Obanai nodded slowly. “‘Kay, Mommy.”

[aphroditelovesu]

what if yan mom rhaenyra's precious baby boy, who is maybe 15 now, messes up and his mother finds him having an affair with someone who isn't noble? surely yan stepfather daemon finds it funny and says that the child is growing up, but yan mom rhaenyra is not amused, she surely makes the person disappear under mysterious circumstances.

The poor person who got involved with bby!reader is the one who pays the price. They will no longer live to see the sun rise.

When your mother found out about this arrangement she was not happy at all. She was feeling anything but happiness. Betrayal, pain, hurt and anger were the strongest. She understands that the bby!reader is a teenager and knows what it's like at that stage but she still sees you as her bby and she can't imagine her precious son having an affair with anyone.

I don't think she care if the person is a peasant or the nobility, she is more worried about her bby being contaminated. But she thinks it's even better not to be from the nobility because that way it's easier to get rid of them. Suspicions would be almost zero and she wouldn't have to worry about anyone taking you away from her.

Daemon would be amused to hear that, you were growing up and your current behavior spoke volumes about it. It was fine with him, you should have your freedom to do whatever you want, get involved with whomever you want, and if you need help hiding any of those things, you can always ask him.

Let's just pray that Rhaenyra doesn't find out about this, because Daemon probably won't be a man alive after this. He spoke to her about it, but Rhaenyra doesn't want to hear it, she intends to continue taking care of you and protecting you from people who are not part of the small family you have.

You are her bby and no one should try to defile you.

~ Lady L

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Being Tsubakihara’s Manager

Tsubakihara x GN! Manager

Warnings: pure fluff

AN: sorry it’s been a while since I posted BUT 👀 I still have a dream to write at least 1 set of HC’s per team because I know each one of these bbys has a fan somewhere. It’s me, I am the fan.

You can’t tell me these aren’t some seriously blushie boys

They will simply perish the moment they find out they have a manager

Literally, they could have no clue who you are but once they find out, watch out

Instant protection squad!

They have like six second years so never fear Yn, you are secure

Coach Osado is actually the one who recruited you

He knew you were a good student and capable of managing a team

When he asked if you still needed a club and you responded “yes”, the deal was sealed 🤝🏻

The first person he’s gonna inform is our amazing third year setter, Echigo

That poor boy is exhausted

Literally carrying the teams moral on his back 😅

Needless to say, he’s stoked about having a manager!

However, Coach Osado and Echigo decide not to inform the rest of the team of you

Because there’s nothing better than a good surprise right?

Right : D

So on your first day, you walk into the gym and the boys are already warming up

They stop and look towards you 👀

Freaking so noisy istg-

They watch as your beauty lights up the space, and they all just stare at you

Literally 👁️👄👁️

Someone better make sure to get a mop because there is drool everywhere!

You smile at them and wave, walking over to Coach as Echigo stands and walks towards you both

Teradomari is super confused 🤨 and looks to his friend for answers

Too bad his friend is Maruyama, who is probably definitely simp #1 on Team YN

“Dude don’t stare at them! We don’t even know who they are!” Tera gritted out as Maru snapped from his thoughts

Literally just these goons all ogling you

Hope you don’t have social anxiety Yn 😅

All the second years, Tsukioka, Mikawa, Iwamuro, Atema, Maiko and Kaikake are silently thanking whomever sent you walking into the volleyball gym

Our precious Angel, Himekawa is just staring at you, face blush red as he watches you laugh at something Echigo says

Suddenly Echigo and you approach the team, a huge smile plastered on your face

“Guys this is Yn, our new manager,” he spoke as suddenly the gym went dead silent

Before ultimately erupting into chaos

“Our manager- as in our teams manager?!?” Maru shouts, standing up before running at you and Echigo for a group hug

“As in the collective groups manager?” Tera added

“Like YN’s gonna be at all the practices manager?” Maiko interjects

Echigo 👉🏻😐🙄 yes

“Wait wait- like YN’s gonna travel on a bus with us to tournaments and stuff?” Tsukioka promoted

You this whole time 👉🏻😅

Coach Osado 👉🏻 rethinking this entire decision

“YES- yes YN is our manager!” Echigo finally said, moving his hands in a circle to indicated that he was including everyone

“I’m really happy to be joining you! Thank you for this opportunity!” You smile as the boys instantly die on the spot from how adorable you are

“I think I’m gonna faint!” Maru shouted as you quickly ran over to him

“Do you need water or something?” You said, concerned as his eyes widened and locked with yours

Thankfully Tera became conscious during this process and quickly intervened

“Umm I think he’s ok Yn, here I’ll show you around,” he said, grabbing your arm as you waved to the boys and began about your first day as the teams manager

Now I wish I could say they chilled out, but they in fact, did not 😬

Sure they didn’t almost pass out every time they see you but man did they adore you

They all clamored to help you in anyway they can

There is no way coach has any issues getting these boys to practice

“YN come help me with spikes!” Mary shouts

You 👉🏻 ok 🥰

“No YN I need you to help me with my cross court shots!” Teru interrupts

You 👉🏻 sure 😃

“YN is going to be too busy helping me with serving!” Tsukioka interjects

You 👉🏻 okey dokey 😅

“I need the most help Yn!” Kaikake whines

You 👉🏻 on it 🫠

Good thing Echigo is there to straighten everything out

“Whoa whoa ok that’s enough fighting over Yn! You guys should learn how to practice on your own!”

You 👉🏻*instant relief* 😌

“Besides Yn is going to be too busy helping me with setting to help any of you,” Echigo adds 🙃

“YOU ALWAYS HOG YN!” Maru shouts as Tera and the entire team join in

You 👉🏻 🧍😀

Despite all their fighting, they do agree on one thing

And that’s protect Yn at all costs!

Seriously you probably have better security detail than most politicians YN

Especially at tournaments

Because these boys aren’t only nervous about the game

But now they have to worry about protecting their innocent Yn from boys 😱

At the qualifiers for nationals, these boys are already on edge

You’ve tried to calm them down by giving them words of encouragement by man are they tense

Coach suggests that maybe it would be beneficial for them to eat something to calm their nerves which you agree

But oops- it looks like you forgot the bentos on the bus

Darn it 😏

Oh well, nothing a short brisk walk won’t fix

Only they boys don’t know you have left them because they are too nervous to even function

And while you are on your adventure, there’s a few players who have been paying extra attention to you

High school hormones 🙄

So when they finally see that you’ve escape the guard and are now alone, they decide to pounce

“Hey there! I didn’t know Tsubakihara had such a pretty manager!” On of the boys said

You just blush and continue to walk, knowing you need to feed your boys

“Man I wish we had a cutie like you on our team,” another one of them says as to you

You continue to ignore them because you have a goal!

Back in the gym, it’s Himekawa who first notices your absence

He’s so nervous that his nervous are almost working for him and making him way more vigilant

He looks around confused before Atema finally says something

“What’s up dude?”

“Umm where did Yn go?” Himekawa asks as suddenly everyone looks up

It’s like the nerves just melt away as they all suddenly start to panic

“Omg YN’s lost! We lost our manager!” Maru shouts

“YN was just here a few minutes ago calm down!” Echigo says as coach interrupts

“I sent YN to get some bentos to calm you boys down,” he says as the boys eyes widen

“Like alone?!?” Teru questions

“There’s so many boys here! We have to find YN!” Iwamuro yells as the boys take off in search of you

By this time, you’ve made it to the bus and the now super annoying boys are still following you 🙄

Like please take a hint we have a job to do ok!

Just as you are about to say something, the doors slam open and your entire team comes running out

Literally it’s like that scene where Ukai runs to save Takeda from Inarizaki’s coach

👇🏻

“LEAVE OUR YN ALONE!” Maru shouts as the boys and you just stare

The boys 👉🏻😐

You 👉🏻🙄

They block you from the other boys as they puff out their chests and assert their dominance

“YN are these hooligans causing you issues?” Tera asks as you stare at him

“I’m fine,” you say

“Why are you bothering OUR manager?” Maiko questions

You 👉🏻 really I’m ok 😅

“We were just making sure nobody hurt them. They were walking all by themselves,” one of the annoying boys said

Oof- that really hit a nerve

“We knew right where Yn was the entire time!” Maru shouted

The team 👉🏻 🤨 we did?

“Yeah we trust Yn to do things on their own!” Atema added

The team 👉🏻 we do?

“So why did you come running-” you started before being interrupted

“Well would you look at the time! Sorry we have to go warm up now!” Tera shouted, pushing you away as the other boys grabbed the lunch boxes and you headed back inside

Once inside the boys deflated, feeling relieved that they had found you safe

“You know, those guys are who we play first,” you smirked 😏

The team 👉🏻🔥👄🔥

Oh it’s on now!

[bakusquad-101]

Happy birthday..🌷 kirimina special ❕(short 🥲)

Its Kirishima birthday!

Mina..

Says happy birthday to him first ,goes to his room and jumps on him like literally.Definitely already got his whole birthday set up ,birthday party,a date,and movies like everything,she so hyped about it.So would definitely lock the door of his dorm and kinda just sit there and stare at him while speaking to him while he lays there sleep (because jumping on him didnt work 😭).”Ahh its your birthday,your like 16?,ahaha ,im older than you…I feel like *sniff*you wouldn’t be hurt ..I want to protect you ,you know that right”.She says while literally hugging him so hard(he woke up from that)HE HUGS HER BACK OF COURSE (she stops crying) “a-ah!,your awake!,great lets go ,,e-everyone is wait for you”.

She made everything was prefect for this precious boy,I feel like if something with wrong she would honestly be sosososo upset!,but gladly it went through,but the bad thing ,,the party was to long and the date was pushed back 🥲🥲(poor bby)but not to worry movie night was saved.

11:45pm

“Mina” “Hm?”

“You know you didnt have to do this”

“Of course I did!,its your birthday,especially yours!”

Kirishima blushes slightly.

She climbs on top of him and pushes him down and lays on his chest.

“Mina?”

“I wanna sleep..im tired and I want to sleep with you..”

“..anytime.” ,he says chuckling slightly while holding her close to him..knowing this was the best birthday gift he has ever asked for.

[hanako-san]

Yugi Amane in chapter 109 my thoughts

My poor baby!! I want you to be safe from your abusers . Poor Amane deserves a better girlfriend than a disrespectful girl with the nastiest, the most fat ankles ever!!!

Cute chibi sweet and gorgeous little angel. I LOVE YOUUU!!!

You really make my fangirl bigger. Wonderful Amane!

I proud of you my bby! bravo!! You're NOT gulity!!!!

The cutest 'pervert' ever!! This blush and surprise ahh!! Amane, your scale of sweetness and beauty has surpassed all scales and gone into space!!! He felt embarrassed in front of his brother, how sweet is that!!! aww!! cute!!! I love you!!!

Akane, Akane, remind me how you behave around Aoi, you are just an obsessive creep. Hypocrite. Again. What can you expect from someone like him?

My bby is 'dead from embressing' it's so cute,the most beautiful boy ever and so funny,his reactions!!! I LOVE YOU

I LOVE YOU THE WAY YOU ARE!!! MY PRECIOUS ANGEL!!! MY THE MOST BEAUTIFUL HOPE AND SHINING MOON!!! YOU DON'T NEED BE EMBRESSING MY LOVE!

I love this boy soooo much!! He deserve world and love!

[tortoisebore]

OKAY THOUGHTS AFTER READING THE NEW CHAPTER

SPOILERS CHAPTER 8 ⚠️

remus is fucking hot

was the tree asshole guy an asshole bc of a personal issue? did he know remus? was there more to it than what it seemed?(basing all of this on Peter’s comment)

remus isn’t fine is he? i’m assuming it’s something more urgent bc of the big emphasis we had on his shoulder (for dramatic purposes i hope he isn’t but he’s my bby and i love him so 🙁)

ALSO ik we barely scratched the surface on Sirius “backstory”/trauma but i was surprised at how TERRIBLE it was like i knew it was gonna be rlly bad but i wasn’t expecting it to be this HEAVY yk what i mean (MY POOR BABY I NEED REMUS TO HUG HIM FOR ME)

also i love how gentle remus is w sirius

IT’S WHAT HE DESERVES AND IT MAKES MY HEART SO HAPPY ANYWAYS THAT’S ALL

We appreciate you so much, thank you for writing this you are incredible

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

1. yes he is so hot i actually cant stand him it’s fr insane

2. the guy was just an asshole! which is frequently the case with men in collegiate sports in my experience! if he’s already a bit of a dick and he figures out that the slippery little guard he’s assigned to seems to be favoring his left shoulder, he’s probably going to do the asshole thing and go for that left shoulder side to psych him out or get him hurt enough to be pulled from the game. men are ridiculous

3. he’s not fine :( my poor baby. my precious boy. we’ll get into that a bit more in the epilogue.

4. i KNOWWW omg sirius’ backstory is a doozy. part of the reason this chapter took so long is bc i had to completely change my outline for the rest of the story bc i could not get myself to sit down and write 10-15k words of all of sirius’ trauma in detail. like i didn’t really feel great ab writing remus’ either but sirius’ chapter specifically left me w a bad feeling every time i tried to chip away at it, it was super depressing & felt deliberately mean to sit there & write all these things happening to him:( we’ll get a bit more detail in the next chapter, bc being back in new york is obviously going to bring some things up and it will be important for him to share what he’s feeling when it does, but it’ll happen in a way that lets him look back on those memories gently & with compassion for himself rather than a way that gets him stuck in his head reliving it. that’s my bby & he’s not going to feel hurt or sad or upset anymore in this fic, we’ve put him through enough

5. i ALSO love how gentle remus is w him like UFHFHFHFHFHFHF my heart. they both deserve to be handled with such patience and love and care & i’m so glad we finally got to the point in the story where they get to have that security & experience all those nice moments. they deserve it !! they’re perfect your honor !! never done a thing wrong, either of them !!

THANK U SM FOR READING THANK U FOR THIS ASK ILY ILY ILY 💘💕🫶✨💞💗💕💖💘💘✨💞

[ssreeder]

Did I just binge read the entirety of LIAB over the last week in every moment of my free time? Yes. Am I caught up now? Yes. Do I never want this fic to end but also understand all good things eventually do? Also yes. Okayyyy but seriously though reedy my fucki g h e a r t oughhhh you're so talented I love every bit of this the torment the torture the detail bby gimme gimme more!!!!!! but also god let! them! kiss!!!!!!!!!! Also the way you write Jet like ooooh buddy that inner monolog is gonna be the death of you probably (most likely) Ngl I definitely have joined the Rasu fan club why is he so sweet help tbh I'd fall for his charms also thinking about what if he became friends with Reho I'd give our precious blabbermouth 2 minutes tops before Jee wants to murder him but Rasu takes him under his wing- introducing Smooth Talker 2.0 the tea shop couldnt handle all the new business. Ahhhhh there is so much more I could scream about this fic and probably will this is my first comment okayyyy ily byeeeeeee

(Still crying over Shen r.i.p. baby boy)

Omg please for Jee’s sanity do NOT put Reho in the teashop with him omg Jee would be on the first tram out of the city! Rasu is already on his nerves and the poor guy isn’t half as chatty as our man Reho lol.

Oh & not to mention Zuko is back so I’m sure Jees already gray hair will turn white from stress lol.

I’m really glad you’re enjoying liab it always makes me smile when I hear people are enjoying the story & all of the sad dark themes that go with it haha. Hopefully we get some happy times soon & YES! zukka kisses. They deserve it haha. <3

OH & I like that you enjoy Jet haha he is one of my favorites to write I love that chaotic flawed dude. He’s a mess I don’t wanna clean up

Thanks for the sweet ask :)

[theshelbyslimited]

JAMIE BBY, YET ANOTHER AMAZING FIC FROM YOU 🤍

“You look squished, but you're still the prettiest girl I have ever seen.” this is too cute 🥺 babies really look like mushed when they're first born but we all probably looked like that so I can't judge 😅

"Looking back outside he heard a little cough." "Her little red face was even redder and her eyes were glassy as she started to cough." “To confirm his suspicion he blew a small puff closer to her only for her to erupt into a coughing fit which she started to fight to breathe." MY HEART, poor little thing 😔

“She’s too small, she won't take a bottle but she’s hungry, and she’s allergic to smoke.” I feel so bad for Tommy bc he must feel so hopeless and helpless 😔😭

"She brought the bottle to her lip and laughed as she stopped crying to glare up at her." “You look just like your da.” little baby has a concentrated milk-drinking face 🤣 

“It’s not you, it’s her. She’s allergic. Gets really sick - Her lungs - You can’t - she just-” the way he gets so flustered trying to explain it bc you know how emotional it hits him 🥺😭

“What do you mean I can’t smoke?!” “Bring the doctor in I’m going to cut him myself.” LIZZIE 🤣

"(Unfortunately, the only boy in all of England that didn’t smoke happened to be the son of Alfie Solomons)" AHHH I miss that pairing tbh 😭

this was too precious angel and the instant connection that Tommy immediately had w the little baby was so beautiful. the way he would immediately become concerned when she had any sort of reaction was so cute and gosh you had me so soft w this. I also love how kind and caring he actually was towards Lizzie in this fic bc that's really what Lizzie deserved from Tommy tbh. I love you angel and thank you for this precious fic, I loved it 🤍

Hi! How are you doing?

I've never made inquiries before. Could you write about the Thomas' daughter's allergy to tobacco? A strong cough and watery eyes when someone nearby smokes, which began from the first days of her life

I hope it won't bother you. Love your writing💗

Dear Anon,

You could never bother me love! Thank you for saying you love my stuff <3 hopefully, you enjoy this too! Thanks for writing in and for waiting!

Warnings: Mentions of difficult birth, Lizzie being ill, lots of tension, happy ending peaky related themes.

Allergies

He looked down at the little bundle of blankets. A small pudgy ball protruded from the top of it and Thomas wondered how something could look so new and yet so old at the same time. She was a darling little girl who had a shocking resemblance to a red, puffy, Whinston Churchill. Then he remembered what John, Ada, and Finn had looked like when they were born. Just as small and wrinkled. Thinking of where she had just come from it made sense.

Panic shot through him as he thought about Lizzie. He pushed those emotions down and tried to focus on his daughter. Again the fear of knowing she might be the only thing left of his family caused his stomach to lurch. Her eyes opened and she glared up at him. 

“You look squished, but you're still the prettiest girl I have ever seen.” He whispered. She seemed to take comfort in his voice and he realized he should probably pick her up and hold her. Poor thing should be stuck to her mother’s side. He picked her up and enjoyed the way she wiggled against him. 

She had no idea who her father was, only that he was her father and that she was safe there. For a moment Thomas was grateful he had been one of the older boys in the family. Being with children was not difficult for him. 

He walked over the windows and looked out at the dark sky. 

“Your mum is a tough lady, eh? Don't have to worry, she’ll come back.” He said in a low voice, was it to comfort the baby or himself, he wasn't sure. Feeling the heaviness in his heart threaten to take over he reached into his pocket and lit a cigarette with his free hand. 

He took a long drag feeling the smoke pull him together. He blew the smoke over his shoulder away from the baby. 

Looking back outside he heard a little cough. He looked down at her and was engulfed with that mixed feeling of pity and the urge to laugh. 

Her little red face was even redder and her eyes were glassy as she started to cough. Thomas wasn't sure what had caused it for a half second till he brought the cigarette back to his lips to hold her with both hands. 

“Fuck.” He said in a defeated tone. To confirm his suspicion he blew a small puff closer to her only for her to erupt into a coughing fit which she started to fight to breathe. Panic shot through him knowing all too well what that feeling felt like. Before flashes of the war could break into his mind he quickly put the cigarette out and brought her over to the window opening it. He rocked her back and forth and eventually, she settled against his chest. 

No smoke. He thought about how often a cloud of smoke followed him. It was as apart of him as his own shadow. How on earth was he to manage this? Remembering how scary the sound of her breathing was he have to figure it out. 

He’d promised Lizzie and Pol no more liquor but now he’d have to ditch smoking too. A flare of frustration ran through him. The whole situation was a big mess from day one. His thoughts became harsh and only broke when he looked down at the center of all his problems. 

The center of all his problems, and his entire universe. Guilt poured over him like cold water. It had been a long and uncertain birth, and now Lizzie was somewhere broken. 

Broken and unreachable. She was in the hands of the doctors now. He held his little daughter closely and watched her eyes flutter as he said a prayer for his new wife. 

______________________

Polly was irritated. She wasn't asked to attend the birth which was fine, but she wasn't sure how much support Lizzie would have gotten from Thomas and the hospital staff. 

Hospitals were places for death and sickness, not for bringing life into the world. Too many lost souls wandering around. She sighed and gave up waiting. Picking up the phone she dialed the hospital. 

The news she expected came through clearly over the receiver. Close family was now able to come and visit, except they clearly didn't think to call her to tell her everyone was okay. 

Polly threw on her coat and stepped out in the brisk early morning air. Arriving at the room and looking around she could see that everything was certainly not okay. 

Thomas’s hair was striking up from his fingers running through it. He was pacing the messy room with a small bundle attached to his shoulder. Coming into the room she walked up behind him and saw the dark blue eyes of her niece peering over his shoulder. 

Thomas turned and almost walked right into her jumping out of his skin. No one had ever been able to sneak up on him before. She wasn't sure what to say till she realized that Lizzie, nor her things, were in the room. Her heart wrenched but seeing the fright in Tom’s eyes she pulled herself together. 

“Fuck sake scared the life out of me.” He grumbled quietly.

“Sorry, love.” She said kindly, in a tone she hadn't used since he was small. “Do you want me to take her for a moment? Have you eaten?” She started fussing over him and was grateful that he had accepted her help. 

She took her niece and tears prickled in her eyes. 

“Lizzie is going to be alright.” His voice was tight. “She’s going to be in recovery for a few days though. When she wakes up we can take her over.” He looked out the window to avoid Polly’s gaze. 

“Are you alright?” She asked hesitantly not wanting him to snap in front of the baby. 

“She’s too small, she won't take a bottle but she’s hungry, and she’s allergic to smoke.” The last part caused the edges of her mouth to curl. The image of Thomas being up all night without drinking or smoking was not something she thought would ever be a reality. 

“Pol Im serious she gets really ill - her lungs just” His voice caught again and he went back to staring out the window. 

“I’m not laughing.” She said calmly. “I’ll have some people go the house to air the place out.” This seemed to make him relax a little. 

Just then she started to cry out, Thomas automatically reached out for her and then relaxed when Polly waved him off. Poor thing was hungry and Pol was grateful she came out as round as she did. She had enough on her to wait a while for Lizzie’s milk to come in. 

She brought the bottle to her lip and laughed as she stopped crying to glare up at her. 

“You look just like your da.” The baby’s face stayed just as stony when a nurse came through to tell them that Lizzie was up and requesting them. 

She followed Thomas anxious to look over Lizzie and make sure they had done a good job with her. 

Her dark eyes greeted them. Her face was puckered from an argument and Thomas had never been happier to see someone in his life, this Polly was sure of. 

She looked shocked, eyes wide as Thomas bent down to hold her tightly. She gave Polly a look and it took a lot to keep from laughing again. 

“Here she is now.” Pol brought the babe over and moved to the chair in the far corner of the room. She said a prayer thankful that their little family had made it through the night. Her prayer was interrupted by Lizzie's voice.

“What do you mean I can’t smoke?!” Lizzie hissed at Thomas and Pol got worried they would scare the babe. “Bring the doctor in I’m going to cut him myself.” 

“It’s not you, it’s her. She’s allergic. Gets really sick - Her lungs - You can’t - she just-” His voice was wavering again and Pol was relieved that Lizzie registered that he was scared for the little girl. 

“Oh, she was ill?” Now Lizzie’s voice was worried.  

“Yeah, but I caught it quickly.” He reassured her. “Pol is going to get people to clean the house and air it out.” 

“Oh, no. Tom.” Her voice got high and she clutched the little girl tightly. “It must have been a horrible night.” 

“No, no it was nice. She’s excellent company. Just glad you are alright.” He put on a brave face and Pol had hope that this experience would only bring them closer. 

She had cleaners go through the house and brought them food. Surprised that Thomas took the time off work to stay by Lizzie for her recovery. The family struggled at first but adapted to smoking outside. 

It was a curse till she was a teenager, in which Tommy rejoiced knowing it kept her far away from pubs, parties, and nightlife. Not to mention if she had friends over to play or for sleepovers they had to come to their smoke-free house. If a boy wanted to take her out for dinner, they ended up eating alone in the kitchen at the house as restaurants were no better than pubs. 

(Unfortunately, the only boy in all of England that didn’t smoke happened to be the son of Alfie Solomons)

(Hehehehe can’t help but sneak that pairing into everything I write)

Hope you enjoyed it love! <3

[ozcarpin]

Its a Hard Knock life

For Oz

Its a Hard Knock Life

For Oz

Getting 

Betrayed

In 

Every 

Scene

Now its just him, and the Bean

Its a hard Oz Life.

[snail-sir]

Binghe being Binghe~ Shizun just ignored him for a second... 🐶🐶🐶

[kilesplaysthings]

Awwww my boy!!!!

and of course no matter what feelings he may have, he’ll be a best bro to the end!!

[milky-mink]

Kazutora really didn't deserve the things that happened to him, he has a bad childhood, and the things that happened to him after juvie....

He really doesn't deserve what happened to him.

Adghhbv look how sad he gets when Takemichi doesn't match his energy too.

He's all excited but when he realises Takemichi isn't excited to see him back his mood just deflates. He really is like a puppy.

Also look at the height difference