#I browsed the tag earlier and I am. sobbing.

[eggs-can-draw]

YOU ARE SO REAL FOR YOUR OPINION ON THEM I LOVE NAEGAMIGIRI SM

BESTIE I AM HOLDING YOUR HAND RN I FUCKING ADORE NAEGAMIGIRI

[elvish-sky]

Gone {Fili x Reader}

A.N: My bad, I really meant to have this up by 4pm my time and it’s a whole lot later now so I’m sorry! I really hope this fic is alright! It’s not my best work, but I like it and I hope you do too!

Requested by @anjhope1 on Tumblr: Lol I take up your angst challenge: can I request a female human(bit thick) reader x fili where he accidentally says something mean to the reader but won't apologize so reader like starts to distance himself away from him and starts hanging out with other people?

Word Count: 1,118

Pairing: Fíli x Reader

Summary: You overhear Fíli denying that he likes you to his brother.

Warnings: Angst, Self-criticism, Insults

**** Gone

The halls of Erebor were full of dwarves, the early morning bustle at its highest. You were headed towards the market, determined to find something that Fíli would like. Browsing through the stalls, you came to one that had weapons on display. They were all extremely finely crafted, but none had the look you wanted, so you placed a custom order to be delivered at the end of the week. 

Next, you went to one of the bakery stalls to pick up some goods for Fíli and Kíli, knowing they would appreciate it, before finally purchasing more of Fíli’s tonic from the healers, the one that he couldn’t sleep without but was too embarrassed to buy. 

You wound back through the corridors, making your way through the maze that was the Lonely Mountain, heading towards your rooms. 

“What about Y/N?”

You stopped, hearing your name from the doorway to your left, the one to the hall where the company usually ate when not at formal events. 

“Y/N? What? I don’t like Y/N!” It was Fíli. 

You halted to the side of the door, curious. That hurt a bit, to be honest, but you wanted to hear the rest of the conversation. 

“You’re blushing!” That was Kíli, you could picture him jostling his brother, teasing him.

“Yes, lad. Don’t try to hide it, you love her!” And there was Bofur.

“I don’t!” exclaimed Fíli. 

“Oh, c’mon, Fee. Give us proof.”

“Ummm… she can be selfish sometimes. And spoiled, she grew up with more than we ever had.”

Selfish? Spoiled?

You had sacrificed everything to join him on the quest, leaving your family and the only home you’d ever known. And while yes, you’d had a comfortable childhood, you also knew how ridiculously lucky you were. And despite knowing how much you liked the comforts of your home, you’d still given them up in a heartbeat for Fíli. You’d given up a whole life for Fíli, and he repaid it by calling you selfish? 

You leaned against the wall for a moment, taking a deep breath. You were really, really hurt. It was bad enough sometimes to think those things about yourself, but to hear the person you loved say them about you? You sighed. Maybe Fíli wasn’t the right person for you after all. 

But you would be damned if you cried about it in public where anyone could see, so you hustled further along the corridor to your room. Almost there, you skidded to a halt as you rounded a corner and none other than Thranduil, the Elven-King, stood before you. 

You quickly dropped into a curtsy. “Your majesty.”

You had forgotten the elves were visiting today before heading to Dale tomorrow. 

“Y/N. It is nice to see you again.”

“You as well, your majesty.”

You were trying to end the interaction as quickly as possible, knowing you couldn’t hold the tears in much longer, but Thranduil had other ideas.

“How many times have I told you, Y/N, to please call me Thranduil?”

“Probably many, my l-Thranduil.”

He nodded his head in acknowledgment. “Actually, Y/N, while we’re here, I’d like to ask you something.”

You glanced at him, curious.

“I know you are probably very happy here and are settled, but we could use your unique skills in the Woodland Realm. I’d like to offer you a job as one of my councillors.”

You blinked. Normally you wouldn’t consider leaving Erebor, but you were still very much hurt by Fíli’s comments.

“I’ll do it.”

Thranduil looked shocked. “You will?”

“Yes. When do we leave?”

He quickly summoned a straight face again. “Tomorrow, early.”

You nodded, curtsying again as you took your leave. “I’ll see you then.” 

You left the elven-king standing there, a bemused expression on his face. 

You finally reached the door to your room, shutting it behind you and leaning against it. 

You were leaving Erebor. Leaving, because Fíli did not love you and you couldn’t imagine living that close to someone you loved who hated you enough to call you selfish. Leaning against the door, you felt the tears start to pour and you slid to the ground, arms around your knees as your sobbing rocked you back and forth. 

After a while, you heard a knock at the door. Standing, you brushed yourself off, blotting at your swollen, red eyes before opening it. 

It was Fíli. 

“I am not selfish,” you exclaimed before slamming the door in his face.

Turning towards your wardrobe, you grabbed a bag, ready to pack and leave Erebor to begin your new life. 

Fíli stood there in the hallway, staring at your doorway. You had clearly heard him talking to his brother and Bofur earlier. He knew you wouldn’t open the door for him again, so he sighed, turning away. He’d find you first thing tomorrow and apologize.

“Where’s Y/N?” Fíli stood in the hallway next to his brother. It was midmorning and he had set out to find you and apologize sincerely for what he had said, to tell you that he had not meant it in the slightest, that really, he loved you. 

Kíli looked at Fíli. “Didn’t anyone tell you? She left with the elves. Last night.”

Fíli looked like someone had punched him in the gut.

“She left?”

Kíli nodded. “She’s gone, Fíli.”

He sighed. Of course she was gone. He had insulted her, and she wouldn’t accept that. But he still missed her. 

Turning away from the pity-eyed Kíli, Fíli made his way back to his rooms. Opening the door, he sat in the armchair in the corner, silent. 

A knock sounded against the hardwood.

“Come in.” The prince had barely raised his voice, but whoever was outside had head nonetheless and opened the door.

The dwarf, holding a long package, handed it to Fíli. 

“What is it?” Fíli asked. 

“It’s from Y/N. She ordered it from me for you.”

“Thank you,” Fíli dismissed the dwarf and sat down to unwrap the package. 

It was a gorgeous pair of swords. The metal was tempered perfectly, gleaming, the edges were sharp, and when he held them it felt like they were meant for his hands. 

Y/N had done all this for him.

And what had he done for her? Nothing. He had driven her away, she would never come back and it was his fault. He had been reluctant to admit it but he did truly love her. And now she was gone. 

Fíli started to cry, the tears marring the surface of his gift from you, just like he had marred your heart, hurting both of you forever.

He loved you. But you were gone. 

Everything tag 💞: @entishramblings @itgetsatadhazy @boyruins @anjhope1 @wellofeternalthirst @kumqu4t @katbby16 @thewhiteladyofrohan @kirstenscaffeinateddisaster @beenovel @shethereadinghobbit

Fíli tag: @laurfilijames

[miraeluc]

Howdy love! Hope your having a great day! I was wondering if you could write a fic of the reader who’s ayoyamas twin sister comforting the poor sparkly boy after he lost to mina in the U.A. Tournament. Keep up the good work!!💖💗

hey sweetheart! i had an awesome day so far, thanks :) since you didn’t specify the quirk you wanted the reader to have, i came up with something on my own, you’ll see!! hope you enjoy <3 psa: this turned out shorter than i thought, i’m sorry!!

comforting aoyama after he lost a battle

pairing: yuga aoyama x reader (platonic!! they’re twins)

word count: 710

genre: fluff, angst i think

warnings: none!

req by: @sherbert-pie (i cannot tag you)

you were never as interested in becoming a hero as your brother was, never really liking being in the spotlight, unlike yuga

even with your decided choice to not become a hero, you were always there to support your twin-brother, the U.A Tournament being no exception.

the problem being, his opponent knew of his weakness, your brother throwing himself into the fight unstrategically and overusing his quirk, resulting in him getting stomach aches, leaving room for mina to attack

you gasped when you saw his belt being destroyed by his opponents acid, eyes further widening when his pants fell in the process

you immediately raised to your feet when he was knocked out, leaving the stands in search for your brother, but it was to no avail when the security guards didn’t let you through

you opted to wait at home instead, taking a retour on the way to buy a bunch of snacks

you sympathized with him, being the one who had to often listen to him talk about how he was scared of humiliation

and also how much he wanted to make his dream come true

you just didn’t expect your otherwise sparkly brother that somehow always managed to make snarky comments, to be so.. deflated

when he got home he immediately went to his room after greeting you with a 

“...hey”

you frowned, seeing him like this was not a pleasant sight

so you grabbed all the supplies you bought earlier, easily finding your way to his room, knocking twice to let him know you were entering before going in

and there he was, curled up in his bed, sulking to himself

you sighed “aw, cmon now, yuga!”

he sighed, not sparing you a glance 

“please leave, y/n”

“seriously, you should know better by now that once i want to hang out you don’t get rid of me so easily” you smiled lightly, placing the bag of snacks on the ground, sitting on the end of the bed

“it wasn’t that bad, yaknow..”

“are you kidding!? i had my pants down in front of the entire school!”

he sat up, now looking at you, his red eyes a clear indication that he had been crying

“well, i know that, but i’m serious when i say it wasn’t that bad, everybody was looking at ashido, not at your underwear - plus, you were at a clear disadvantage! she knew everything about your quirk, even your weakness!”

it honestly pained you to see your brother look so bummed out, wanting his usual self back asap

when no response from him came you pulled him into a hug, something you didn’t usually do but you would tell that he needed it in this moment

his arms immediately wrapped around your waist, heaving out a sob as he started crying once again 

you remained quiet, gently patting his head and letting him cry it out, not wanting to push unwanted advice onto him, you knew he could get himself back up and just needed a little support, support which you were more than willing to give

as the sun was slowly started to set so did his cries, releasing you from the hug and sitting up again to wipe his tears, your own lips tugging into a smile at him

your hand reached up, hovering above his head, sparkles releasing from your fingertips, falling over him as a little sparkle-rain, the last ones merging into a rainbow above his head

(your quirk was useless in battle, but deemed itself worthy in situations like this)

“ready to go back to being your sparkly-self?”

he laughed at your antics, slapping your hand away “shush. i indeed am - but i saw you brought snacks?” 

your gaze shifted towards the bag of snacks that was still abandoned on the floor

“oh, right. i did, wanna eat while watching a series?”

he snatched the bag, already digging into it to pull out the various snacks it contained “don’t need to ask me twice-”

you scoffed, turning the tv on, browsing through the various shows the both of you started but never finished, opting for MLB

you ended up binge watching season two and three-

aoyama went to school the next day feeling even more motivated<3

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[achliegh]

Golden

Yeehaw Leo… it's all because this song came on one day (I don’t even really listen to country anymore so it really is fate). Leo is based off that song, each chapter is going to be based off a yeehaw song too.

Characters belong to @lumosinlove

Beta: @the-most-slyterin-hufflepuff & @punkkkboi

TW/CW: Smut, terrible yeehaw sayings and jokes, injuries, mentions of past death/suicide, minor character death, underage drinking, mentions of past arrests, cringe

Chapter Songs (listening in order is recommended):

Chapter 7:

Fast!

Bar Playlist: Youtube, Spotify

Fishing In the Dark

“Okay Logan, we are going to be on Peanut together. Sound good?” Leo held a kiss dazed Logan’s face in his hands as they spent the last hour convincing Logan to go on the trail ride with them. Kissing him until he couldn’t focus on his fear was seeming to work the best. Finn got in on it too before he had gotten on his own horse, along with most of the team. Celeste and Dumo decided to stay behind and help Judy clean up.

Leading a still dazed Logan over to Peanut he helps him up, Leo following soon after. Hands under Logan's arms holding the reins. Lo was leaning back into Leo’s chest and only noticed they were on a living vehicle when said vehicle started moving to join the others.

Leo rubbed a soothing hand over his side to let him know he was okay. Finn and Clay trotted over to Leo and Logan with a smile on their faces. There was a brown Burmese cat that was lazily stretched across Leroy’s rear behind Clay.

“It’s about time! From what I’ve heard Logan is pretty good at riding, should transfer over to equine.” Clay winks and Logan smacks Leo’s arm as he tries to hide his laugh. “Just know that Leo tells me everything… even stuff I don’t want to know. But I do the same with him.” Clay shrugs and turns around going over to Thomas, Noelle and Reg, the cat just fully relaxed as Leroy bumped it around.

“How long have you had him?” Thomas vaguely gestures to Clay and his posse.

“About 4 years, found him in the woods eating a rabbit.” Clay smiles at him as they ride side by side down the trail Leo and Logan were leading. Jerry, a little song bird that loves to ride with Leo anytime he goes down the trail perching himself on the rim of Leo’s hat.

“Wha- I thought horses were herbivores!” Clay looks up at a confused Thomas and raises an eyebrow, then it clicks.

“Oooohhhh, you think Leroy is a HE! Nope, she’s a mare! Had her since I was 9 years old. Tina is a man though, fathers all the kitties around the farm.” Smiling his million dollar smile at him. “I also have a sand boa named William-”

“Snakespear?” Clay blinks a few times and laughs nodding.

“Is it that obvious?”

“Maybe to some of us who… maybe still browse Tumblr on occasion.” Thomas winks at him causing Clay's face to heat up, swallowing the happy feelings that he knows he can’t have. He smiles back and trots ahead to be next to Logan and Leo.

Logan was gripping Leo’s wrist the entire trail ride, Finn was so distracted at one point Kuny let go of a tree branch and it smacked him across the face because he didn’t listen when he was told to duck.

It was a nice relaxing ride through the countryside, nothing fancy, just an easy going adventure. Everyone made it back to the pasture in one piece, thank god, everyone was hopping off and unsaddling the horses.

Leo got off Peanut first just for a moment, in that moment he watched Logan completely freak out when Peanut took three steps to the left to graze. Hiding his smiling by sucking his lips in between his teeth, walking over to Lo he helped him off of the horse. Logan was clinging to Leo like a koala, and tight enough it was hard for Leo to breath.

“You okay?” Leo put a hand under Logan’s booty to support him and ran his other hand through his soft curls. Hoping he felt safe now.

“I am now.” Logan looks up at him and smiles before lightly nipping at his jaw. Leo laughs a little and nods a thank you to Reg who is un saddling Peanut. Leading everyone inside to relax until they go out later tonight. Walking into the entrance hall and kicking off his boots all while holding Logan still.

“I thought these were school pictures!” Jackson, or Nado as the team calls him, points to the bunches of framed photos of Leo. “Are these… mugshots!?” He laughs in disbelief. The rest of the team starts to examine the pictures more closely. Some pictures had Leo with bruises or blood, some had him smiling with a middle finger up or peace signs, others had him looking annoyed. His younger one from when he was like 12 -13 years old were of him looking scared or crying.

“Yeah, they are all my mugshots from when I was, I think, 12 to this year. The Sheriff doesn't like us at all, arrests Clay and I for random reasons and even if, like when we were younger we would call the cops because someone vandalized the gate to the ranch and tried to break in. I got arrested for a false call. I was 14 I think. The cops are definitely not afraid to use force with us either… I hope he fucking leaves us alone while y’all are down visiting.” Leo is looking at his first mugshot ever of him sobbing at 12 years old. The week of his birthday, someone threw a rock through a window at a shop and blamed him.

“Is this your sister?” Timmy points to a mugshot of Eloise from last year and Reg bursts out laughing, Clay snorts and Leo looks confused.

“That’s my mom…”

Hours later, the drunk trio had already left for the bar to get a table and to talk to some of their friends they haven’t seen since the beginning of summer. The team was in their little ranch hand house getting ready, the speakers in the house all blaring Fast! By Sueco the Child because they know… they know there will be nothing but yeehaw music to assault and molest their ears tonight.

Thomas was pulling his grey shirt over his head, smoothing the fabric down as Noelle chills in her sweatpants and his t-shirt. People who didn’t want to go out are going over to Clay’s house to learn a bunch of mixed drink recipes and to talk shit. It was mostly the girls who didn’t feel comfortable getting harassed by middle aged men with beer guts, Dumo and Celeste who have become close friends with Judy overnight, and people who didn’t like going out in general. Like Olli, Adam, Timmy, and Sergei.

“We should talk to him.” Thomas sits down next to her and wraps an arm around her shoulders, kissing her forehead. Looking at the ceiling all he can think about is how easy they got along with Clay. How his smile and Noelle together made his heart speed up. When they both turned to look at him earlier he thought he was going to have a heart attack.

“I think you need to talk to him first, this is something new for you. To like a man. I- I’m not going to lie the thought of Clay and you separately give me the same feelings, but you two together. It makes me feel the happiest I’ve ever felt. Do you maybe want to talk to Lo or Finn before we talk to Clay? To make sure this isn’t just us… I don’t know, using Clay in a way we don’t mean to?”

“Yeah, I think that's a good idea. But when can we get them away from Leo long enough to talk to them?” Looking at his watch and hearing all the thumping down the stairs he gives her one last kiss before standing up and stretching.

“You could try to corner one of them tonight?” She smiles at him and winks at him as he shakes his head. “Have a good time tonight, Babe.”

“You too.” He heads out the bedroom down and down the stairs. He was riding with James and Coops to the Bar but maybe he would try to switch and ride with Finn and Logan.

“Red-ay!” James slings his arm around his shoulders and ruffles his hair. He thinks for a moment, then sees Finn swinging the keys to his rental car on his finger as Logan is on the ground struggling to yank his boots on. He was wearing heavy combat boots to dance around at a ‘Honkey-Tonk’ as Leo calls it. Seems like a bad idea.

“Actually I think I’m gonna tag along with Finn and Logan.” He smiles at James who shrugs and slaps his back before running off. Walking over to Finn, he looks down at Logan and gives Finn an ‘is he serious?’ look.

“He doesn’t want to be called short by all the hot cowboys and these are the tallest shoes he owns.” Sighing he looks back at Logan who is laying flat on the ground out of breath from fighting with his shoes. Reaching out he helps him up. “What’s up?”

“I’m gonna ride with you if that's fine.”

“Sounds good, let's go.” Finn skips to the car while Thomas and Logan walk side by side. Getting in the car, Thomas was squished into the backseat. As soon as the doors close he is asking questions.

“How did you guys know?”

“Know what?” Logan looks back at him as Finn starts the car. Thomas looks out his window watching the other cars pull out and start driving towards the gate.

“Know that three was the perfect number for you…” He looks back at them and sees them share a look for a moment, having a silent conversation before Logan climbs into the back with Thomas.

“It took us a long time to figure out, but we knew that Leo was for us because we could barely function as a couple without him. Like we could do it but, it just wouldn’t be the same. There was always something missing after we both started getting feelings for him.” Logan sighs a little. “It's hard to explain but it was like there was always a perfect Leo sized gap wherever we went. Once we both realized we wanted him, and he wanted us… it was a no brainer to ask him to be with us.”

“It’s definitely a feeling of loss when they leave and it's just you two together. So maybe it will cement your feelings when you get away from that person for a while. If they are the main topic of conversation when it's just you and Noelle… maybe three is the perfect number for you as well.” Finn smiles at him as he drives past the gate and follows the google map to the bar.

“What if we have already had time without them and.. We- I don’t know, we want to talk to them but I’m scared because.” He gulps and wipes his sweaty palms on his jeans. “Because I’ve never felt this way towards a guy before.” Finn blinks a couple of times and Logan nods, making a noise of understanding.

“ It’s a scary feeling at first, I freaked out for a long time until I finally met Finn. Then I freaked out even more and actually tried to leave the Frat. Then I finally let myself fall and I fell fast and in the stupidest way.” He laughs a little remembering when he realized he was in love with Finn. “Basically Finn had this mini basketball hoop in our dorm room the first year we had to share a room. Second semester I finally gave in to my desire for him. We had sex, honestly it was terrible because neither of us had any fucking clue what we were doing. But after, this bitch!” He starts laughing as Finn starts getting red on the tips of his ears from embarrassment. “He got up after like two minutes of cuddling because he had so much energy and started playing basketball! I was curled up in my duvet watching him with a sore ass, and a stupid smile… That's when I knew he was for me.” Smiling at Finn, just absolutely in love he turns to look at Thomas who is still laughing a little.

“I think I realized I liked… This person after they sent me a video of them playing a harmonica really annoyingly and another person in the car threw it out the window and he pulled another one out of his pocket.” Snickering, he smiles at them. “Thanks for not freaking out on me, Noelle told me to talk to you guys because she also really really likes Clay.” He realizes he just said the name he was trying to avoid and looks at them a little worried.

“It was pretty obvious how she was flirting with him all afternoon, and you just kind of watched and looked like a little puppy following them around.” Logan moves out of the way as Thomas tries to smack his arm and puts his hands up in surrender. “Sorry! Sorry! I meant like the big strong manly man you are.” Laughing, Finn pulls into a parking spot in front of the bar and shuts the car off.

Walking into the bar the smell of sweat and beer washed over them, making them scowl for a moment. They spot Reg talking to a blonde girl with a red cowgirl hat on. Leo and Clay are already hustling a game of pool with some people who look about the same age as them. The team made their way to the tab Reg was at and got comfortable. Ordering drinks and listening to music. Leo and Clay stopped by after losing $100 on the pool game. Chatting for a few moments when suddenly a sound like bagpipes came over the speakers.

Thomas watched as Clay's face completely lit up, dragging Leo out onto the dance floor. Everyone got into orderly lines and started stepping and dancing to the song all the same. It was mesmerizing. Thomas would be lying if he said he didn’t watch Clay completely lose himself in the music and didn’t have to take a drink to cure his cottonmouth. Especially when those goldish lights would land on them.

Making them even brighter than before, the lights giving Clay’s skin a bronze glow. When Clay pulled his tank top out of the waistband of his jeans, he choked on his beer. Patting his back Finn was chuckling as he watched Leo dance.

He moved so easily, like it was second nature, the dance didn’t look hard but Finn was known to have two left feet off the ice. The lights were amazing, making Leo’s hair poking out from under his hat look like gold leaf.

He was beautiful.

It was obvious that Leo and Clay were platonic soulmates, they mirrored every move perfectly. They had fun and acted like they were the only ones on the floor and whipping their heads back and forth to the beat of the music made Clay kick Leo by accident and he would just laugh.

Once the song was over Logan, Leo, Sirius, Thomas and Clay all went to smoke outside. Sirius and Thomas were out there to get some fresh air while Logan and Leo traded a cig back and forth. Clay puffed on his own and closed his eyes looking up to the sky. Hearing Footloose come on over the speakers Logan and Leo rushed inside because that was one song Logan actually knew how to dance to.

Leo joined him on the floor and would laugh but catch him anytime he would stumble with his boots. He would end up spinning Logan back into place and singing off key from behind him.

Reg was watching his friends as he spoke with Kuny about the wildly different styles of boots and hats people were wearing when a panicked looking Clayton came up to him. Grabbing his arm and walking towards the one dark lit corner of the bar and kicking a couple who was making out, out of the corner. He turns to Reg. Watching someone behind Reg walk towards the door and leave.

“You alright?”

“Thomas just kissed me…” Looking at him with wide eyes looking so lost, Reg grabs his arm to make sure he doesn’t bolt. “He kissed me and he has a girlfriend Reg! I- I’m not a homewrecker I swear!”

“Whoa whoa, hey Clay. Look at me.” Clay makes eye contact with him and starts to relax. “Thomas isn’t the type of person to just kiss someone out of nowhere, and I bet he is going to tell Noelle right away. It’s okay.”

“But Reg, I really like them… like in the way Leo likes both Logan AND Finn. I don’t want to lose them. I just figured it out the other night. I was never going to act on it because, its pretty fucking rare, but now Thomas did and- and what do I do!”

“How about we go and sit down for a couple of songs? Maybe dancing might help you out because it always seems to relax you. Okay?” Clay nods and follows Reg back to the table, after a few fidgeting moments he goes to the bar and orders a couple of shots and takes them all in a matter of seconds. Taking a deep breath he starts to relax. He feels a familiar hand run from his shoulder to his hip.

Ashley.

“Long time no see, huh.” She smiles a sly smile at him and leans her back on the bar. She was wearing a low spaghetti strap tank top and painted on blue jeans with red boots that look like Clay’s. He swallows a little. She did look good, and he was getting to be just drunk enough to be horny.

“What do you want?” She catches him looking at her boobs and smirks; he flushes red and turns around to also lean his back on the bar, looking out to the dance floor where some of the team has joined Leo in dancing to Hillbilly Bone by Trace Adkins. He looked at the table and noticed Reg staring directly at him.

“I just wanted to say hi, looks like you’ve really been taking care of yourself.” She feels his arm that he unintentionally flexes and she squeezes his muscle. He looks at Reg one last time, making his decision, he looks back at her and nods towards the door.

He leaves with her.

“Are you fucking kidding me.” Reg watches him leave. Absolutely shocked. He gets up from the table and walks onto the floor, walking over to Leo he taps his shoulder. Leaning down so Reg can talk into his ear, Reg tells Leo exactly what happened.

Looking up and around the bar he can’t spot Clay anywhere, he excuses himself from the group and walks outside with Reg. Seeing Clay’s truck is still there they walk over to it and knock on the window before looking in. Empty. They left.

“Fuck. I’m texting Judy.” Leo does exactly that.

Leo, having taken a few drinks to calm down, lets himself relax. He was at a bar with his friends and boyfriends, he could have a little bit of fun. They all decided they were leaving in an hour anyway.

So when Fishing in the dark by The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band starts he grabs Finn and pulls him close swaying to the beat of the music as he mumbles the words into his neck, still stressing about Clay leaving like that. Holding Finn as close to him as he could he let himself just forget about anything but the man in direct contact with his body.

Once the song had finished he stood there still holding Finn for an extra couple of moments, letting Finn kiss the top of his head, his hat being on Logan’s head who was sitting at the table because his feet hurt. They eventually pull apart and start back towards the table.

“Oh fucking Christ!” Leo sighs as he notices who has taken his chair at the table. Ashley’s brother and the Sheriff’s son. David. He walks over and stands next to the chair. “What the hell are you doing over here?”

“I’m socializing with some new people, you didn’t bring them. Why would they want anything to do with you?” He laughs and his lackeys on the other side of the chair also laugh and slap his shoulder.

“Actually they did come here with me.” He crosses his arms and the rest of the team is looking a little uncomfortable and confused. “So if you and your shithead friends would oh so kindly leave. I would appreciate it.” Narrowing his eyes David stands up in a way that is sizing Leo up. Leo raises an unimpressed brow because David is a good five inches shorter than him and a scrawny man.

“Do they know you’re a fucking faggot? That you’re a cockslut? A fairy?”

“Why do you think we are here?” James pipes up and the three idiots across the table look at him in shock.

“You’re a whore, I could never!” David looking back at Leo and jabbing a finger in his chest. Looking David up and down slowly with a cringed face he nods.

“Yeah, you couldn’t. Now, I believe I asked y'all to leave.” Leo points with his thumb behind him.

“You’re dad would be so proud.” Leo grabs him by the collar of his shirt and aggressively pulls him closer to him with a look of pure fury on his face.

“What the fuck did you just say?”

“I said. you’re disgusting dad-” Leo is pulled away from David by Sirius.

“At least my dad wasn’t a murder!”

“AT LEAST MY DAD DIDN’T KILL HIMSELF!” Leo stops fighting against Sirius’ grip and calmly gets away from him, storming out the doors, kicking them open and walking towards his truck. Kicking rocks up and trying his best to hold himself together. Getting into his truck he slams the door and grips the steering wheel, pressing his forehead against the hot plastic and squeezing his eyes shut as tight as he can.

Minutes later Finn and Logan crawl into the truck in silence. Leo goes to apologize but they hush him and just give him understanding smiles and both of them cup one of his cheeks. He was so close to crying but he just couldn’t. Not in front of them, the people who are supposed to see him at his best.

Once they get home everyone goes to their rooms and Leo walks down behind the barn to the pond.

He spends the night by himself under his dad’s tree.

[baronessblixen]

Not sure if this is the kind of prompt you'd like, but I trust your fluffy genius! Sooo... my prompt is that their now 8 year old daughter comes home from school upset one day. Turns out the other kids in class were making fun of her because her dad is "old". How would 64 year old Mulder handle that one? ;)

Sorry it took me so long! It was extremely hard to write and I’m not sure how it turned out. I hope you like it anyway. Earlier today @frangipanidownunder tackled the same prompt. Everyone go read that one as well! Tagging at @today-in-fic

An angry thumpannounces her arrival. The backpack bangs against the wall and Mulder is up inan instant – she knows she's not supposed to throw it, or anything else, insidethe house. They had to state that rule, as well as every other one, veryspecifically. Because the youngest Mulder knows her way around the rules.

"KatherineMargaret Mulder, you know that-" The full name treatment is what Scullyusually does. Mulder, they all know it, is more or less useless in serioussituations. The girl, just about to storm off, stops and stares at him. She hasher arms crossed and looks like a tiny version of her mother. Except for thedarker, longer hair and his own stubborn chin.

"I have myreasons!" She yells and stomps off into the living room where she plopsdown on the couch. Mulder follows her, quietly amused. Scully tells him thatshe's all him, going off at every chance and at the slightest inconvenience. Ifshe's like this at eight years, what are they in for once she becomes ateenager? He chuckles; he can't wait to find out.

"Care to tell mewhat happened, peanut?" Mulder sits across from her in one of thearmchairs they bought a few years ago. Jackson pointedly called them 'oldpeople furniture' when he first saw them. That earned him an eyebrow from hismother, but the children still jokingly call them that.

"Daddy, are youold?" Mulder is glad he's sitting down. That's one question he didn'texpect. But their daughter is not one to beat around the bush. She talks a lot,always has, and speaks her mind. Always. Another thing Scully tells him shegets from him.

"Am I old?"He asks just to make sure he's understood her right. Katie nods.  

"The kids atschool say you are. They say you and mommy are old. Like grandparents old. Whatdoes that mean, dad?" He's feared this conversation for years and he'shoped he still had more time. Katie stares at him with her curious eyes. She,unlike him, is not worried; she just wants to understand. A few years backwhile at the store, another mother referred to him as Katie's grandfather. Whenhe corrected her, both of them blushing, he felt old. Never in his life had hefelt as old as that moment. It passed, was forgotten when Katie, still atoddler then, giggled and squealed. But every once in a while, when someonelooks funny at him, when they pause and swallow hard once they find out who heand Scully are, how old they are, he remembers.

In the early days ofthe pregnancy when uncertainty and fear ruled their days and nights, he andScully imagined moments like this one. All the what if's. What if somethinggoes wrong? What if we're too old to do this? What if we can't keep up with ourchild? What if one of us… even now, years later, Mulder doesn't want to thinkabout it. There was another what if, one he doesn't want to think of now as helooks at his daughter. What if we're not going to have the baby? They spokeabout it exactly once. It was a Sunday, sunny and friendly. Scully was sick, sovery sick with morning sickness, and he uttered the words as he rubbed herback. What if, Scully. They looked at each other then, tears and doubts sharedwithout a single word spoken, knowing that it wasn't a possibility, not really,not for them. No matter what the circumstances.    

"Daaaad."Katie's eyes grow big and impatient; she doesn't have the time. She can't wait.Not for dinner, not for her birthday and most of all not for an explanationfrom her old man. There's that word again: old.

"It'scomplicated, Katie." She groans and throws herself against the couchcushion. "It really is." Mulder tells her and puts a hand on herknee. Try again, her eyes seem to say to him, not good enough.

"You do know howold your mother and I are, right?" Katie thinks about it for a moment andhe is certain can see her count in her head, then nods. "Do you know howold Josh's parents are?" The boy is her best friend and Mulder knows thathis parents could almost be his children. Almost. Katie shakes her head."What do you think? Are they as old as I am?" He holds his breath,waiting. Katie furrows her brows, stares him up and down, examines him.

"I don't know. Josh'smom is home a lot like you, but that's because of the baby. Josh's dad is badat baseball and soccer." Mulder suppresses a grin; this is not the momentto make fun. "Is he older than you are, dad?" Katie's question isgenuine, but for the first time he sees the spark of something else in hereyes. Uncertainty, he thinks. He wishes Scully were here. He might be good atbaseball and soccer, but right now he feels useless. He's 64 years old. He cando this.

"No, honey. I'molder than him." Much older, he thinks, but doesn't say it. Confusionwashes over Katie's face and she stares at him, still waiting. As the pregnancyprogressed, Scully would remind him to take it one day at a time because theydidn't know what might happen tomorrow. But with each passing day, Mulder beganto feel more and more thankful. It was a second chance. He watched Scully'sstomach grow and he recorded every little change. He was there for everydoctor's appointment, held her hand through the first sonogram, through thefirst test results – everything. This time he was there for it all. A bittersweetsensation knowing what he'd missed the first time. When Jackson came back intotheir lives Scully was four months pregnant. One night Mulder found their sonin the living room browsing through a baby catalogue. He looked up sheepishlyand Mulder sat next to him, neither of them saying a word for the longest time.'It's too late to buy a crib for you, but there's a bed for you here always. Welove you, Jackson, and you're part of this family.' That was that. In the end,it was a second chance for all of them.

"So you are old?"Katie reminds him not to get lost in his thoughts and memories, but to be herein the now. He nods. He wishes he wasn't. Oh, how he wishes Katie had comealong ten years earlier. Mulder still dreams that Jackson grew up with them,free from pain and terror, and that Katie was born a few years after herbrother. A picture perfect family. He wakes up from that dream, always. Theirlife, their real life, is good; of course it is. He wouldn't trade it foranything in the world, now. He and Scully are, against all odds, healthy. Shemakes him have regular check-ups and if he's reluctant every once in a while,she just gives him a look. She's right. They have plans in check, financial andotherwise. If anything were to happen to them, Jackson would get custody. Allthese things loom above them just like heart attacks, arthritis, dementia. Hedoesn't want to think about it, wants to just live. For Katie's sake he has tothink about all of it. They've been lucky until now. So very, very lucky.

"Does that meanyou can't play baseball with me anymore?" Katie's voice breaks, soundsimpossibly young. Mulder engulfs her in his arms, holds her as tightly as hecan. She sobs into his shoulder and he rubs her back soothingly.

"Don't worry aboutthings like that, Katie. We just played baseball this weekend, didn't we?"She nods against him and wipes her nose on his shirt. "See? I'm not tooold to play." But he remembers falling asleep watching a movie that night.When it happens to Scully, even after all these years, he just smiles. She'sbeen falling on asleep on him for 30 years. He's used to it. His own exhaustion,the little aches and pains, are newer to him, but even they feel familiar now.There will come a day when lifting a bat will cause too much pain. When histhrowing arm will give in. He just hopes that it happens once Katie is grownand no longer interested in playing. He knows he will do everything in hispower to make it so.

"As long as youcan play baseball, dad," Katie wipes her nose again before she looks athim, "you're not too old. I'll tell everyone tomorrow. They got it allwrong." She assures him and he smiles, thanks her with a kiss on her cheek.It should be him taking the fear off her mind, not the other way around. Mulderopens his mouth, ready to say more, when the front door opens. Katie jumps up,accidently kicks his shin, and runs towards her mother.

"Mommy!"Mulder hears as he rubs his throbbing shin. "Daddy and I were just talkingabout how old you two are." He chuckles from his place on the couch. Amoment later, Scully's head pops around the corner and Mulder forgets time andspace looking at her. No matter his age, no matter her age, this has neverchanged; it never will. Right now he doesn't feel like he's 64 – and shedoesn't look like she's 61, ever. When he's with Scully, he doesn't feel old. Helooks at her and sees his whole life.

"Are you allright?" Scully asks him, amusement swinging in her voice. He nods.

"Katie kicked myshin by accident. I will be fine."

"Oh, I was soworried for a moment." Scully says and walks over to him. She leans downto him and kisses his lips softly. "What was that talk all about?"Her voice is softer now, quiet. Katie is in the hall, talking to herself,mumbling about homework. Mulder loves listening to her, but Scully's gaze isinsistent.

"She asked me ifI was old. I tried to explain, but… you know." She nods, seems tounderstand.

"We knew thatmight be an issue one day."

"I thought oneday would be much later. Or never."

"You always wantto believe." He receives another smile, another soft kiss. "How didshe take it?" Before he can answer, Katie strolls back in. She's grinningfrom ear to ear and crawls into Mulder's lap.

"Mommy, guesswhat! Daddy is not too old to play baseball!" She exclaims in a bubblyvoice. Scully gives him a serene look; maybe he hasn't completely screwed this up.She smiles at her daughter, tries to tame a strand of stubborn hair by tuckingit behind her ear.

"That's the mostimportant thing, isn't it?" Mulder decides that it really is, in the end.  

[servabrs]

BTS reaction to you feeling insecure about your body due to breast cancer removal surgery

Warning: Angst! (and lots of fluff)

A/N: Hello, I'd like to request a bts reaction to their girlfriend feeling insecure about their body due to breast cancer removal surgery? If you decide not to write this one, I will understand. Thank you 💓💞

Jin / Kim Seokjin

Usually you avoid mirrors, but today you feel the incredible need to see yourself, since you desire to come to terms with your body. With a deep breath you drop your clothes on the floor and take in the sight of your reflection. Starting from your face your eyes wander over your body, grasping all the little details, and stop at the view of your chest. You sigh, not knowing how to deal with the strong feelings that come up, and bend down to pick up your shirt, when you suddenly hear Seokjin’s voice resonate behind you “Princess, what are you doing?” Startled you turn around, seeing him leaning on the doorframe, and awkwardly raise your hand to greet him “Hey... I didn’t notice you came home already.” With a crooked brow he crosses his arms, speaking “You seemed really sad just now. Do you want to talk about it?” You fall silent for a few seconds as you think about what to say, until you point towards your chest, answering “Do you... really think I’m attractive?” With a serious expression on his face Seokjin walks up to you and replies “Yes.” without a trace of hesitation, gently pulling his arms around your waist. “How?” you ask, unable to blindly believe his words. “Y/N, I can truly say you’re the most beautiful woman I have ever set my eyes on.” he says while placing one of his hands on your cheek to stroke it with his thumb, and continues “I love every part of your body. I love every single thing about you.” Having doubts you search for the truth in his eyes and meet his honestly affectionate gaze. “You don’t believe me?” Seokjin asks as you fall silent again. “I don’t know.” you reply and slowely burry your face in his shoulder “I want to believe you, really.” You feel him pulling you closer and stroking circles on your back as he softly whispers against the crown of your head “You don’t have to believe me right away. I’ll show you through actions. No matter what, I’ll always support you, Y/N. Please keep that in mind whenever you feel sad.”

Suga / Min Yoongi

Hurrily you open the apartment door and walk straight into the bedroom to settle down in the cosy bed. Yoongi, who came in behind you, closes the door and does the same thing. Nights are incredibly cold these days, so there’s no way you wouldn’t want to cuddle in bed under warm blankets right now. Not even bothering to turn on the light Yoongi closes the gap between the two of you, craving the warmth of your body, and as you bury your hand in his hair to stroke him you feel his head resting on your chest. Listening to your heartbeat Yoongi is about to fall asleep, when he notices you are holding in your breath. “Sorry, does that hurt?” he softly asks while raising his head a little, reducing the weight on your chest. You shake your head, still fondling his hair as you reply “No, I was just thinking. Don’t worry.” Yoongi is not the type of person to ask any further, but this time you are surprised to find him being too concerned to not ask “What are you thinking about?” Stopping the movement of your hand for a second you take a deep breath before answering “I was wondering if my chest is still comfortable to lay your head on.” Yoongi places his hand on your shoulder, gently caressing it while saying “Of course. You like resting your head on me too, don’t you?” You sigh, not wanting to appear too needy, but eventually whisper “But that’s not the same.” Out of a sudden Yoongi takes your hand from his head and leans over to plant a deep kiss on your lips while intertwining his fingers in yours. “Y/N, they could take away your hands, arms and legs and I’d still gladly hold you. I don’t care how much more comfortable you could be, I’d rather have you alive and here with me.” he says as soon as he takes his lips off of yours. 

J Hope / Jung Hoseok

You are busy shopping at the supermarket as your phone rings, and you are not surprised to find out it is Hoseok calling you. “Hey, babe.” you say as you pick up while comparing the prices of two detergents. “Y/N, would you like to go out tonight? I thought we could go to a restaurant or something, we haven’t done that in a while.” Lost in your thoughts about washing powder you absent-mindedly reply “Yes, why not.” as you place the chosen package in your shopping cart. “Awesome, I’ll be home in two hours. Is that enough time for you to get ready?” you hear his voice excitedly ask. Meanwhile looking through another shelf you answer “I think so. See you later then!” and hang up. With two shopping bags under your arms you arrive home and head to your wardrobe as soon as you put everything to where it belongs. As you take a look at your pretty dresses you start feeling uncomfortable, fearing they could look less good on you than they did before the surgery. Breathing in sharply you decide to try on your favorite dress and carefully take it off the hanger. You brush off your clothes and hesitate for a moment, but eventually you end up wearing the dress you liked so much. With a judging gaze you eye the outcome in the mirror, slowly losing confidence, when suddenly you hear Hoseok enter the apartment. “Babe, I was able to get home earlier today and” he joyfully starts talking but ends up falling silent as he sticks his head through the door, seeing you in tears while wearing a beautiful dress “Y/N... hey... why are you crying?” Drying your tears with your hands you turn away from him and whisper “This is my favorite dress... but I look terrible.” Hoseok walks up to you from behind, placing his hands on your shoulders to massage them “Why would you think that? You honestly look gorgeous to me!” As your sobbing doesn’t stop he gently turns you around, eying you from top to bottom “You’re so beautiful, Y/N. How can I make you feel better?” Your lips quiver as you look up to him and reply “It used to look better on me, you know.” With a sigh Hoseok cups your cheeks into his hands, saying “It looks different, yes. But it doesn’t look worse. You must never think that. Y/N, babe, you are the woman of my dreams. Please love yourself as much as I do.”

Rap Monster / Kim Namjoon

With a tender smile Namjoon browses through an old photo album of yours and finds a picture of you on the beach. “That was during the holidays a few years ago.” you explain as you see him gazing at the photo. “You went swimming in the sea?” Namjoon asks and you nod your head in response. “That sounds amazing. How about we go swimming sometime soon? We’ve never done that before.” Bewildered by his sudden suggestion you quickly take the album away from him and close it without saying a word. “What’s wrong, did I say something stupid?” Namjoon hesitantly asks, confused by your reaction. Quietly you shake your head and stand up to walk away from him, but he follows you saying “Y/N, please don’t ignore me.” You remain standing and slowly turn around to him as you reply “I won’t wear a bikini.” sounding angry, but you are actually just insecure. “Why are you mad at me now? I don’t want to fight.” Namjoon says as he raises his hands reassuringly. “I’m not mad! I just won’t wear a bikini, I don’t look like the person on that picture anymore.” you answer and press your lips together as you notice your eyes tearing up. Namjoon notices immediately and steps closer to you, placing his hand on your head to comfortingly stroke you and speaks in a soft voice “Babe, I am sorry. Please don’t cry. I should have been more considerate.” Slowly you move closer to him and shake your head, sobbing “Don’t be, I am sorry for yelling at you. It’s just... I don’t feel comfortable wearing a bikini in front of all these people yet.” Namjoon looks deeply into your eyes as he wipes your tears away with his thumb and eventually replies “That’s okay, please take your time and don’t push yourself too hard. We can work this out together.” Feeling at ease you smile at him and wrap your arms around him, resting your head on his shoulder. “Thank you, Namjoon. Really.”

Jimin / Park Jimin

Strolling through the city with Jimin you lay your eyes on a shop you always wanted to go into and remain standing in front of the store window, dallying over the amazing selection of clothes that are just your taste. “You wanna go in?” Jimin asks as he notices your obvious interest. Almost hypnotized you nod and take his hand to drag him with you, walking straight to a pair of pants you fell in love with “Look at these, babe. I can’t believe I’ve never been in here before.” Jimin chuckles at your excitement and says “I’m glad you found something right away.” but as you notice the price tag you get startled and slowly put the pants back to where you picked them up from “Nevermind, I don’t think I can afford anything in here.” Jimin shrugs and replies “Let’s just look for something cheaper.” You take a look around and find many shirts you really like, but nothing you would actually wear and after a little while Jimin walks up to you with a dress “Babe, this would look amazing on you. Wanna try it on?” Warily you eye the dress he bought you and shake your head “I can’t, Jimin. It’s a really nice dress, but... it’s too tight around the chest, you know?” Jimin raises his brows in disbelief, not getting your point, and replies “What do you mean? I think it’s just your size.” You sigh and explain “It would fit, yes. But I would feel uncomfortable wearing it, because of my chest.” Jimin starts thinking and nods, walking off to put the dress away and comes back with the pair of pants you fell in love with earlier “Let’s get these instead.” You giggle and remind him “These are too expensive!” but Jimin insists “The price doesn’t matter if it’s for you. I’ll buy them.” Smiling brightly you pull him close for a hug and whisper “Thank you, babe.” into his ear. “I’d love to see the dress on you tho.” he responds with a smirk.

V / Kim Taehyung

Recently one of your close friends became a parent and you are currently taking a walk with Taehyung after seeing their baby for the first time. “Seriously, she was so small and adorable!” you say with a bright smile on your face “Holding a baby is one of the most precious feelings in this world.” Taehyung nods in agreement, holding your hand tightly “Y/N, I can’t wait to have a baby with you someday.” Extremely flattered by his words you pause for a moment until you shyly say “Do you think I’d make a good mother? I can’t breastfeed anymore, so...” Taehyung doesn’t even let you finish the sentence “Are you serious? Of course you’d be a good mother. You’d be amazing! Don’t worry about little things like breastfeeding.” Feeling reassured you look up to him and plant a peck on his cheek. “Thank you, babe. I really hope we’ll be able to have children in the future.” Taehyung responds with a heartening look, softly squeezing your hand. All the lovely and fluffy vibes make you feel as secure and safe as ever and thus you feel like being completely honest with him “You know, I actually feel very insecure about my body, ever since I had the surgery. Because of you I feel better and better about myself. So, thank you.” Taehyung seems stunned for a moment, until he nods and gives you his little smile “I always worried you might feel that way and I’m glad to hear you’re regaining confidence. You don’t need to feel insecure tho, you are perfect the way you are. I love you, Y/N.”

Jungkook / Jeon Jungkook

Since you feel insecure about your body you often find yourself thinking people are staring at you, but right now you are convinced this guy sitting in front of you on the train just gazed at you. Everytime you look at him you notice him suddenly looking away from you and you fear he could be staring at your chest. As you feel incredibly uncomfortable you look at Jungkook, who is sitting next to you, and take his hand into yours. The train stops at the station and the both of you get up to leave, when you notice the strange guy walking behind you. Tensely you cling onto your boyfriend’s arm and just when you are about to mention the guy who gazed at you Jungkook turns around to the stranger, covering you behind his back. “Excuse me, but I noticed you stared at my girlfriend. Are you aware you’re making her feel uncomfortable?” You blush, feeling fluttered about Jungkook protecting you, but you don’t want him to make a scene in public like that, so you quickly drag him away into a less crowded area. “Why are you dragging me away? That guy needs to learn some manners!” he complains, clearly upset. You hold a finger up to your mouth and step closer to Jungkook, quietly saying “I’m glad you stood up for me, but I don’t want you to get into trouble because of me.” He groans and throws his hands above his head, saying “I’m not getting in trouble because of you!” Seeing how frustrated he is you calm him by taking his hands into yours “Babe, it’s okay now. You said what needed to be said to that man. Now we can get over it.” Jungkook slightly squeezes your hands before pulling you close “You’re right. Sorry, Y/N. That guy clearly thought something naughty while looking at you, so as your boyfriend I felt like I had to do something.” You pause and take a step back to see his expression “Something naughty? I thought that guy was staring at my chest and thought I look weird or something.” Jungkook crooks a brow and replies “What? No, that guy thought you were beautiful, it made me jealous. He was staring at your face this whole time, probably wanting to flirt or something.” You chuckle and pull him back into a hug “So that’s what it was about, you were jealous.” 

[nothing-but-kpop-dreams]

BTS Reaction: You having a side blog dedicated to another member (requested)

Jin:

You took a break from your laptop and went to the kitchen to scavenge for a late night snack. You found one of Jin’s last stashed away cookies and scarfed it down before he could get out of the shower and catch you. You quietly returned only to find Jin sprawled across the bed. He had one arm hanging off the bed, the other covered his face as he whimpered all while balancing your laptop on his chest.

“Jagi, how could you?!?” he “cried”

“Hey! why are you looking at my computer?” you rushed up to him to take your computer away.

“I thought i was your one and only!” he “sobbed” as he rolled away from you from, keeping you from getting your laptop back. “How could you have a blog dedicated to the maknae?!?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “I had that blog before i even met you guys!”

“But i thought you deleted it!”

“What ever gave you that idea?”

“Um I don’t know maybe because you are dating Mr. Worldwide handsome now!” 

You crawled up next to him. “Well, if it makes you feel better...” you snatched the laptop away and began clicking away until you found the page. you turned the screen to him “This is the blog i have dedicated to you!”

He scrolled through the page a bit before he pulled you close and gave you a kiss. “You are forgiven...partially ... Just make sure to delete that Jungkook blog.

Suga: 

You and your boyfriend sat on the couch enjoying a bit of TV after a long day. Well, he was watching tv, you were busy finally updating your side blog. You could feel someone looking over your shoulder and found Suga with a sour expression on his face.

“Ew, why are you posting pictures of Jimin?” he asked in disgust.

“For my blog” you mumbled going back to adding to your tags.

“Ew” he repeated as he went back to watching tv.

Once finished, you nestled next to him, but he was as still as a statue. It was weird because he always accepted cuddles. You nestled deeper, but still nothing.

“Ya! Cuddle me!”

“No.”

“Why?!?”

“Why dont you go cuddle Jimin?” he pouted.

“Aww is someone jealous?” You teased 

“Pft! Me? Jealous? You’re ridiculous! Pft! I am not jealous. Why would I be jealous of my girlfirend having a blog about another member from my group? I am not jealous!” 

“Uh-huh sure, not jealous at all.”

“I said i’m not!”

“If i make a blog about you, will you forgive me?”

He stayed quiet at your offer.

“C’mon, I’ll let you pick the color scheme!”

Although expressionless, you could tel he was tossing the idea around in his head.

“We can come up with a URL together!” 

“No need! I thought of the perfect one already! Plus, i know just the selfies to use for the header and profile pictures!” he said as he stratched out and grabbed the laptop from the other side of the couch. 

Rap monster:

You were in the middle of getting dressed when you heard a loud bang come from the kitchen.

“Babe?!? Is everything okay?!? What was that?!?” you shouted from your bedside too much in a rush to get ready for work to actually walk to the kitchen. 

“Um- Nothing! Just... Just a pan!” he shouted. “You keep getting dressed! I will get your coffee ready!”

You walked out of the bedroom ready to go only to be greeted by a grumpy face Namjoon. Your cup of coffee was waiting for you thankfully, but Rap monster stood behind the counter with his arms crossed, one hand clutching your tablet. 

You waked straight up to him. “What’s wrong baby? Why that face?”

“I found someone’s tumblr and it turns out their blog is a virtual shrine to my band-mate Kim Taehyung.” he grumbled. 

You giggled at him, because he look so cute when he was jealous. you rested your chin on his chest and looked p at him with the best puppy dog eyes that you could give. “Joonie, it is just a tiny little side blog” you explained

“So having 5k followers is a “tiny llittle side blog” to you?”

“Aw c’mon Joonbug, don’t be so jealous. I have a blog for each of you... Do you want to know how many followers I have on my blog about you?”

His expression softened and the tension in his shoulders faded. “...Is it more the 5000?” he asked softly.

Your smile grew “Let me show you!” you slid the tablet out of his hand, but froze when you saw what was on the screen. “...Namjoon!”

“Wow! look at the time! I have to meet Yoongi at the studio!”

This whole time his fit of jealousy was all a diversion to the fact that there was a huge crack on your tablet screen. “So this is what you dropped earlier?!? Nam-”

He stopped the rest of your words with a quick kiss. “ Bye babe! Love you!” he shouted as he ran out the door.

Jhope:

You and Jhope walked along the park path hand in hand and enjoying your ice creams. You heard a ding from your phone and smiled when you found out you got another follower on your sideblog, finally reaching your milestone. “Hobi! My jin blog finally has 1000 followers!” you squealed

He looked back at you with his signature triangle frown.

“why are you frowning? Aren’t you happy for me?”

“It’s a blog about Jin.” His voice was tiny.

“Yes, i just said that.” you laughed

Still his frown stayed

“Why is my sunshine so sad? You have ice ream in your hand it is physically impossible to be sad while eating ice cream!”

He emphasized his pout. Boy, the feelings he was able to convey with that frown.

“Hobi, don’t be jealous. You know i only made that side blog because a deal with jin and he said it was a way to commemorate our one year best-friendship.” 

“So where is the blog about me commemorating our relationship?”

A smirk grew on your face as you went up closer to him. “Well i dont have blog about you but-” you brought your mouth up to his ear. “I know a whole list of things we do to to commemorate  our relationship. Alot of which we did last night.” you whispered.

Jhope cleared his throat. You pulled back to his his frown finally gone an his eyes now alert. 

“...So uh... You make a good point.” his face blushed over the memories he was having in such a public place.

V:

You and V cuddled on the couch in the midst of your movie date night. However you were too indulged into updating your Suga blog on your laptop instead of paying attention to the movie.

“Babe, can you close that? The light is bothering me.” V mumbled.

“Wait i am almost done.”

Despite your protests, his large hand flew through the air and he shut you laptop screen.

“Tae, the fuck?”

“Let’s watch the movie!”

“Wait. just a few more minutes” you said opening the laptop again.

However, you weren’t able to get much done because V snaked his way through your arms. He rested most of his body on your lap, completely blocking your screen. 

“Tae, what are you doing?” you did your best to hide your annoyance.

“I noticed you were constantly reblogging my arch nemesis so i thought i would relieve your eyes.” he explained as he pulled he pried the computer from your  hands and place it on the floor. 

“Arch nemesis?!? Yoongi is your enemy?!?”

He dropped all his body weights on you and let out a deep sigh.

“Youre heavy babe” you laughed as you ran your fingers through his hair.

“So today, Yoongi rejected my idea to be a part of the next cypher again and then now i see you have a whole blog about him! Now I am losing you to him!” he pouted

“Aw baby, Dont be upset. All of army and I think you deserve to be a part of the next cypher! One of these days Yoongi will break i know it! And baby, about hte blog, it is just a small side blog. Don’t be jealous.”‘

“If it is justa small side blog why bothter to out-” His arms reached for the laptop and he placed it down on his chest. “this comment “OMG Looks at him! I am dying for Yoongi to have this hair back”.

“babe, it is just a commment. You should see the paragraphs when i spam you on my other blog.”

Even in the dark, you could see V’s eyes light up. “You have a blog about me?”

“Of course i do! It is my main blog”

A smile grew on his face at your words.

“Are you still upset? Do you forgive me?”

“...I will only if you do 3 things.”

“And those are?”

“!) stay for an all night movie marathon 2) Give me real cuddles... don’t hold back on any kisses and 3) Delete the Yoongi blog.”

“Aish, you drive a hard bargain.” You laughed. You leaned forward and gave him a kiss. “Deal”

Jimin:

You cooked Jimin his late dinner as he sat at the end of the table. He was so tired he was having trouble keeping his eyes open.

You cellphone was right next to him, so when it dinged its annoying jingle it startled him awake.

“Chim, can you see what that was?” you asked

“It is an email...you got a new follower... for your rap monster blog.” you didn’t even have to turn around to know he was  upset, his tone gave it away.

When you turned around to take a peek at him, you were right. Yup, not happy” you thought.

“Why do you have a blog about Namjoon?”

“I have had that blog for the longest time. Namjoon was my bias remember?”

“Yeah, but why haven’t you deleted it?” you could practically hear his cute eyebrow furrowing. 

You turned around, again seeing that you correctly predicted his actions. You place the plate in front of him. “Because I have 7000 followers now. Do you know how long it took me to get that many?”

His face softened at your innocent reasoning. “well, if that is the case, i wont beg you to deleted it... Just as long as you slip in a few pictures of me from time to time.” he said with a tired smile

You gave him a kiss on the forehead. “Dont worry baby, I already do!”

Jungkook:

The whole day Jungkook had been following you around your apartment. You began to notice a smirk grow on his face when you even got near your laptop. 

“Ya! What is with you today?”

“Nothing Jagi.” he said with a giggle every time

It wasn’t until it was around time to go to bed that you decided that you would browse tumblr before you fell asleep.

You went to your desk and turned your screen on surprised to find that it was already on the tumblr page. “Weird “ you thought

“From the corer of your eye you could see Jungkook poking his head into the room with a mischievous smile on his face. 

“Babe, serisouly what is going on with you?”

“Nothing” he giggled for the 500th time.

you ignored him and logged on, quickly going to check on your jhope side blog first. to you horror, you blog was not how you last left it. The header was now an image of Jhope distorted face photo-shopped on a horse and the profile picture was replace with one of Jungkook. All the Jhope content was replaced with pictures and video of Jungkook, even some Jungkook scenarios here and there. “What did you do?!?”

“Nothing!” Jungkook laughed as he ran out of the room

“Jungkook! I will kill you!” You practically shouted as you chased after him.

 -Admin Boat

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The Universe Just Made A Mistake

Dan and Phil’s son ‘starts’ a bit too early, surprising the doctors and sending dysphoric angst through the boy

OR: Trans problem #151: starting your period

I’d just like to mention that while I am trans* nonbinary, I do not necessarily experience body dysphoria as described here. I did do my research, I read several articles and talked to several trans people (mostly transboys/transmasculine people) about their experiences and I was even proofread. If any of this is insultingly inaccurate I am completely willing to change and revise even after publication, just let me know, you know my Tumblr and everything, you can dm me if you need to.

(Mature is on just to make sure people read the description and tags in case they don’t want to read something with such a strong description of dysphoria)

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    Dan had just sat down and returned to his browsing position when his son interrupted him his little boy running up to him in tears. “Aiden?!” Arms wrapped around him as he threw his laptop aside, holding his son, “Aiden, are you okay?”

“N-No…” Aiden’s trembling voice answered him. he was shaking in Dan’s arms“I-...” Aiden struggled to say it. He knew this might happen but he had never managed to come to terms with it, and so soon, “I’ve...I’ve started, papa...I’m not supposed to-”

Dan’s shoulders relaxed at his son’s explanation. He stood up and carried his son to the bathroom, setting him down and reaching in the cabinet. He handed Aiden what he needed, “You remember what Louise told you, right?”

Aiden managed a nod and a noise of confirmation through his sobs.

Dan bit his cheek, thinking over his words carefully before speaking, “Aiden, I know this isn't what you want, or who you are. And I know it started before we could put you on blockers, but I need you to take care of it for now, okay?"

Aiden took a shaky breath in an attempt to calm himself, nodding, “Yes papa…”

Dan nodded, “I'll be in the lounge when you're done.”

Aiden closed his eyes as he heard the door shut. He tried to remember what Louise had said through the screams in his head telling him this was wrong, that he was wrong. This shouldn't be happening, he shouldn't have to go through this. The ‘natural’ pain in his gut was made a thousand times worse by the fact that it wasn't natural. None of this is natural! “Fuck me…” He mumbled as his shaking stopped, replaced by anger and irritation. He stilled felt wrong, but that just made him mad, furious. Why was he this way? Tears spilled out as he finally managed to pull himself together and just do the damn thing. He left the bathroom door in a rush as if the slam of the bathroom door would make it all end. He ran into the lounge, ready to plead his dads to just make it stop, whatever it took. Of course, Dan had already beaten his son to it.

He hang up his phone as Aiden stormed in, face stained with tears and distress. Dan stood up, taking his son into a hug, murmuring his name, hoping to bring him back, to ground him, to let him know none of this made him any less of a boy, any less his son, “Aiden...I had just phoned the doctor, he said he wants to see you and see if we can start the blockers earlier.”

The boy smiled softly, clinging to his father, “so i-it’ll stop?”

“Yes, Aiden, it will. The doc just has to tell us when.”

Aiden nodded, breaking the hug to wipe his face of the tears and snot. He still felt horrible, wrong, anxious...but he managed to keep a hold of the hope that those emotions won’t last forever, “This sucks…” He sat down with his dad on the couch just as Phil walked in from the store. He had ran to get more ‘supplies’ for Aiden. His heart fell as he saw the look on his son’s face, “E-Aiden…” Phil sat next to his son, bringing him into his own bear hug, “Are you okay?”

Aiden hesitantly nodded, hugging his father back, “Yea...thanks dad. Papa made me a doctor appointment.”

Dan smiled, “You know this doesn’t change anything. You’re our son and always have been, always will be. The universe just made a tiny, fixable mistake.”

Aiden smiled and nodded, holding his aching stomach, “I know, papa.” He took a breath, relaxing into the cushion. Dan left to get some pain killers as phil soothed their son, continuing Dan’s reassurance.

After a pill, a few more tears and a couple smiles, Aiden finally got up, “I’m going to go distract myself with the internet, now. Thanks, Dads.” “Of course, son.”