#Said that me not cleaning my room bc i took a nap to help my stomach calm down was an excuse

[denieatsart]

I am so tired .

[furbygoblinxiv]

So I've now been to both Tarrey Town and Hateno Village in Tears of the Kingdom (spoilers for both locations), and have some thoughts on Zelda's house.

Now the Zelink girlies out there, bless their hearts, will take this as a win. That Link and Zelda share a house and live together. And I'm not denying it might be. Except that I sorta am maybe and here's an overly long and unnecessary explanation that no one asked for as to why:

There's a few bits of conflicting evidence, even beyond most village NPCs in Hateno not knowing Link (which I'm dismissing since a decent chunk of npcs don't know you anymore). Largely, in my eyes, the school and the house cleaner, since those are npcs I feel like should know Link if he's a regular

The guy running the school explains to Link that this was something Zelda founded and worked hard on, and all the children love her. If he's been in town enough to live in that house with her, or has been tailing her around in their daily lives, why wouldn't he already know about this huge project she was undertaking? Wouldn't the school teacher already know that he knows?

Secondly, the house cleaner has no idea who Link is. If someone regularly cleans a well used house, wouldn't they have a pretty decent idea of who lives there? If she doesn't recognize the sight of Link despite arguably being the person with the closest proximity to the house, then for me that's a stronger argument that he doesn't live there regularly. This npc would have been a good chance for Nintendo to mention if they did live together, like if she said "oh! Link! I'll stay out of your way" or something simple like that, but no.

And finally, I mentioned I went to Tarrey Town, and that's because there's a quest there about building your dream home. Why would Link build a multi room house if he already had a house somewhere else? Overindulgence?

In my brain, here's how things went: after the Calamity, Link took Zelda back to his house bc where else was she supposed to go? I'm assuming, at that point, Link gives the house over to her with the understanding that he can return and rest there whenever needed (and also lent her a hair tie). After she settles down a bit, she alternates her time between researching in the village and going across Hyrule to help with rebuilding. When Zelda's at Hateno, Link's either exploring or helping with restoration, whatever means he's not there. And when Zelda's out of Hateno, he's following her around.

This explains both how Zelda sees Link as reliably always there with her and yet no one in her base town of operations knows him, as well as why it's called "Zelda's house" and not something that mentions both of them, thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

Also no, I don't ship this Zelda and Link bc I mostly ship Zelda/A Nap and Link/Getting A Freaking Break, but no hate to anyone who does because there is evidence there. I just think the house evidence is less "this is proof that they live together and are married" and more of "Link gave up his house yet still is welcome there, read the intentions and implications as you will." Idk 🤷‍♀️

[lgbtqiadnf]

The years end! (A DTQK ff)

Hello!! Im back! This is a DTQK dabble for the NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMGGG!! I CANNOT BELIVE IT :DD HOPE EVERYONE HAS A GOOD NEW YEAR FILLED W/ AMAZING THINGS!!!!!:D NOW WE MUST BEGIN! (only like 1000 bc im too lazy) 

11:21PM 

This was the first ever time Dream Team was all together to celebrate the coming of a new year! This was going to be the “most Insane new years ever,” quote by GeorgeNotFound. 

“George, to say this was the worst idea ever, is an understatement,” Quackity said, as George put up lights around the house, “What?” George stood on an unbalanced stool, 

“what if Dreams tall ass gets choked out because you put the lights too low?” Quackity created a fake scenario, “Thats on Dream, its not my fault I put them low! You’re not helping me so,” George rolled his eyes, 

“this was your idea! I dont need to help you,” Quackity argued back, “Why are you here then?” George got off the stool, “I don’t wanna hang out with Dream and cook, that would be horrible to not only have to be with him but cook to? Ew no,” Quackity joked, “How about Karl or Sapnap,” “They already are partners,” “Partners?” George giggled, titling his head as if Quackity said he was something odd, 

“Yeah, partners... so you’re the only one left,” Quackity grossly admitted, “Ok, go get me more lights, I’m almost done!” “Where else do we need to do?” “Your room! We’re almost done Dreams,” Dreams room was massive, so it took a couple extra minutes for George to put all the lights up, “Isn’t this your room too?” Quackity joked, “No...” George blushed, glaring at Quackity.

11:33PM

“NO! You’re the biggest idiot!” Karl lightly pushed Sapnap out the way, “You’re doing it wrong!” Sapnap and Karl bickered back and forth,

Sapnap and Karl were decorating cookies, Sapnap was trying to write to draw a “New years” hat but Karl said it looked more like a birthday hat rather than whatever Sapnap said a ‘new years’ hat was, 

“Karl, those types of hats exist!” Sapnap defended, “I know they exist! but your cookie makes it look like you’re going to celebrate a 3 year olds birthday!” Karl rolled his eyes, “Its fine Karl! Shut up- I’ve done it,” Sapnap put the cookie to aside, 

“Thats horrible,” Karl muttered, loud enough for sapnap to hear but quiet enough for Dream not to hear,  who was a couple feet away making cookies, “I’m going to leave, I’ll go to fucking- I’ll go hang out with Quackity,” Sapnap rolled his eye, “no, no, no- fine, it looks good,” Karl smiled, kissing Sapnap on the cheek,

 “Stop-” Sapnap blushed, cleaning the spot where Karl kissed him, making Karl giggled, grabbing another cookie,

“Can you pass me- uhm... Orange,” Karl asked, “Here,” Sapnap looked at what Karl type of cookie he had, it was a heart shaped one, which already had purple on it, “Pfft-” Sapnap let out,

Karl put orange on the other side of the heart, making one half of cookie purple with an orange, “S” for sapnap and the other, orange, with a purple “K” for Karl. Karl smiled at the cookie, “Its the karlnap cookie!” Karl showed the cookie to Sapnap, making him laugh, 

11:39PM

“Are you done with the lights?” Dream smiled, as George and Quackity joined him in the kitchen, 

George sighed, “Yeah,” looking in the fridge, “Whats wrong?” Dream turned around hugging George, “I’m tired,” George groaned, “Last night when we stayed up you were fine?” Quackity added, “Yeah, but I had a nap yesterday, I’ve been up ALL day,” George closed the fridge, turning around to look at Dreams new batch of cookies, “these smell nice,” George smiled, 

“GEORGE!” Quackity yelled from upstairs, “YOU MISSED MY ROOM! COME UP!” George rolled his eyes, “I’ll be up...” George groaned, “Why doesnt he do it? Make him do it! Stay with me,” Dream lightly grabbed George’s sweater, “Uhm...” George blushed, “I’ll ask him,” George pulled out his phone message Quackity, 

“Thanks, I was lonely,” Dream smiled, “uhm...Now- well, I’m here!” George smiled, blushing, “Do you want to make a cookie?” Dream picked up an Among Us cookie, knowing George would love the cookie, “I made this one for you!” Dream gave George the cookie, “thank you! Can you give red?” George points at the food colouring, 

Dream gave his blue instead of red, “This blue?” George stared at Dream but all dream did was laugh, “Blue looks better,” Dream smiled, “Sureee,” George didn't necessarily care that it wasnt red but it was better. 

11:46 PM

Quackity was left alone with patches and Tiger who seemed to be getting along now, “Where is George?” Quackity asked the cat duo, but they payed no mind to him and is question, 

Quackity pulled out his phone to message George just to see a notification from George saying, “can u put the lights up on ur own!! Im busy rn :]” 

Quackity almost screamed, “Fuck...” Quackity rolled his eyes, looking at the box of lights, “Nah, no... fuck that,” 

Instead Quackity joined the cat duo on the floor, and messed around with the two. 

11:52PM

Everyone was now in the living room, talking about what they were looking forward to the New Years, “I’m excited... to be in the US for new years!” George could quite think of something, 

“My turn! I’m looking forward to beat George in subs,” Sapnap joked, “Thats what I’m looking forward to too!” Quackity cooed, “ok- stop... Lets go do fireworks its ‘56″ George got up, getting firework “56?!” Sapnap shoot up heading for the door, 

11:56PM

Sapnap placed a firework done and George grabbed the lighter from Dream and lit up the firework, running away from firework and running into Dream and hugging him. 

The firework shot up and exploded in millions with a red colour, than another one this time blue, and another which is green, making Dream and George scoff lightly, 

“Wait, that was Dream Team colours!” Karl smiled, patting Sapnap on the chest excitedly, “Oh my god!” 

Sapnap then sat down this small one and George lit it, instead of it going in a million pieces it went shot up a bunch of flares, Quackity ran up behind George, shaking him, “OH MY GOD! QUACKITY!” George yelled getting Quackity off George, “You bitch!” George rolled his eyes, “GUYS! Its 11:59!” Dream interrupted, 

11:59PM

“5-4-3-2-1!” The 5 said in unison, yelling, “YEAH!” “WOOO!” “YES!” The five smiled, hugging, 

“Happy new years guys!” Karl smiled, hugging both Sapnap and Quackity at the same time, “Happy new year!” Dream put his arm around George, 

The five smiled, finally together for the new years, it was a perfect night to spend with all together. 

THE END!!!!!!!

HAPPY NEW YEAR LOVE YOU LOTS <33 STAY SAFE C: 

[ancient-reverie]

I'm very tired of barely functioning every day. it's not a good life. I don't get to do anything that makes me happy. I don't get to do the things I want to. on top of that it's so frustrating when I say this to the people that live in the house with me, aka my family, and they just give me a blank stare.

this ended up being a full rant sorry

or my brother feels guilty but does nothing about it except... he internalizes that guilt and he turns it into a 'well now I feel bad because you made me feel guilty even though the reason I feel guilty is because I choose not to do anything to help when you talk to me and I'm too much of a coward to own up to that and say fuck off or change and help you. and also my empathy range is so much higher than everyone else's because my autism is so much worse bc our mom said so. so right now you're attacking me and I'm going to mope and be sad about how I am and how you are and play videogames and say "sorry" and forget this conversation happened. and maybe cut myself bc I'm such a horrible person for this' sort of fucking deal.

tired of building up courage over days to ask my mom if she can help me with chores. only to let her push back until I relent and say "it's okay I'm not trying to make you do anything you don't want to" "I'm not gonna make you do that" "i dont actually have to do that it's fine *very much needs to do it*" and end up not getting help at all. I almost don't ask because she just acts like she's super busy when she isn't. she also can't understand why it's so hard for me to do basic things. she also doesn't understand that it's hard for me to do said basic things constantly. like every single thing every single day is a struggle.

I'm constantly saying "I can't do anything today" or "I didn't do anything today" and she smiles and says "oh I have days like that! they're soooo nice when I don't have to do anything!" or "it's okay, some days are like that. it's like a vacation. it's a day off" shut up shut up shut up you fucking tone deaf fucking-

and my dad has good advice and is capable but he is busy, and our source of income and the reason our house is in one piece physically for the most part. I also say he's capable but both my parents are in their 60's and he's got some last health things that still get to him sometimes so I really try not to burden him with my shit.

but I can't function on my own. I really need a physical body next to me that can help me. and it's not a one-way street. I genuinely get more energy and willpower to function when I have someone there with me. they sometimes don't even have to physically do anything. and half of them helping is them letting me do stuff for them.

I'll cook if you say you're hungry which means I eat too.

I'll take a nap with you if you ask me to.

I'll go for a walk and sit outside if you make the first move.

I'll clean if you start.

I'll do laundry if you suggest it and help me take it to the laundry room.

And it took me a while to learn this but I'm not co-dependant for wanting this.

I'm a disabled human who is neglected and alone. I'm a human being, which is a social mammal that requires others of its species to survive. It's quite normal to want this and it's very necessary to good health to have it.

[daisyful-gvf]

malibu // by daisyful

part 2

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18+

read the whole thing on ao3 here

or google docs here bc i hate ao3 formatting

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pairings: jake kiszka x reader, josh kiszka x reader

NOTE: there is no twincest. Also this fic will make the most sense if you’ve read malibu first, but u don’t have to

tags: threesome m/m/f, fluff and smut, fingering, oral sex, praise, drinking

word count: 17k

summary: You can’t stop thinking about the night with all four of them…but specifically the twins

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“You have any tequila in your mini fridge? :)”

It was around 9:30 in the evening when Josh texted you.

The second one came through moments after

“Unrelated, do you happen to have any limes?”

You laughed to yourself. This man was insatiable when it came to tequila.

“Tequila, yes. Limes, no,” you replied.

“Ah, what shall we do about that?” He answered.

You rolled your eyes

“Let me go bribe the bartender”

He answered, “:)”

You chuckled, gathering your hotel key, some cash, and as many mini tequila bottles as you could summon from the fridge.

Making your way to the ground level, you hoped to god the hotel bartender had limes. Josh wouldn’t have been upset, but it was always nice to make him smile. Luckily, the bartender traded you a ziplock bag of lime wedges for a $20.

When you knocked on the hotel room door, Josh answered it within seconds.

He beamed.

“There‘s my girl!”

You smiled, stepping inside.

“How’d we do?” He asked, rubbing his palms together. His cheeks were already a little pink.

“Well,” you sat the items on the table, “we’ve got a criminally priced bag of lime wedges and 4 tequilas.”

He pumped a fist in the air, “perfect.”

You smiled at him, amused at his tipsy self. Music played from his phone on the table, but you couldn’t recognize the artist. The room smelled of incense, which sat burning on the nightstand.

“Glad I could help, my friend,” you said, “I hope you have a fun night,” you turned to the door.

“Wait—” he grabbed your arm gently, “You’re gonna make me drink alone?”

You turned back to him, intrigued, “Haven’t you been drinking alone?”

He giggled, “Well, yeah but now you’re here. Come, come,” He motioned to the edge of the bed, patting his hand there, “let me serve you.”

You followed, sitting on the bed, smiling at him.

“What am I having?” you asked.

“Oh, can’t you guess?” he raised an eyebrow at you, “Tequila.”

You laughed. You watched him take the styrofoam coffee cup and pour some soda water and a splash of tequila.

“How many limes?” He murmured.

“Mm, two, please.”

He squeezed two wedges in, dropping them into your drink.

“You’ll have to stir it with your finger,” he said, handing it to you, “unfortunately, this is not a refined establishment.”

“Oh, it isn’t?” you grinned, stirring it with your pointer finger.

“Not quite,” he shook his head, “You’ll be shocked to know that I don’t even have a liquor license.”

He sat down next to you, his own drink in hand.

“Oh I am shocked,” you joked. He giggled.

You licked your finger clean, watching him watch you. He quickly averted his eyes, looking at his drink. You grinned.

“You’ve got quite a heavy hand,” you joked, the tequila strong even from the slight taste.

He nodded, “Yes, I’m known for that.”

You laughed, taking a sip. He took a drink.

“So,” you started, “whatcha been up to tonight?”

He took a deep breath, “Well, I took a three hour nap after we went to dinner, so that was great. Then I put on some music, explored the mini fridge,” he held his hands out, “and now we’re here.”

“Huh,” you chuckled, “sounds like a great time.”

“Oh, yeah,” he took a drink, “the night is young, though.”

You watched him take a drink, his eyes shutting softly, his neck moving. He had on patterned harem pants and a worn t-shirt—burgundy—a color he glowed in. You tried not to stare.

“How about you?” his words pulled you from your thoughts.

You blinked, “Oh, uh, I planned out the next week or so of travel,” you nodded, “Tomorrow is an off day and then I booked the flights to Texas, we’ll be there for three days—“

“Shh,” he pressed a finger to your lips, startling you with the contact, “No work.”

You blushed, then broke into a laugh, “You asked,”

“Yeah, but,” he scrunched his nose, “you shouldn’t have to work in the evenings anyways, so let’s stop that for one,” he waved a finger, “and now there’s tequila out, so we’ve officially transitioned to the fun part of the night.”

You glanced at him, up and down, “is that so, Kiszka?”

He squinted his eyes at you, “Don’t you call me Kiszka,” he said jokingly.

You laughed, taking another drink. You tried hard not to cringe at the taste of the liquor.

“I’m just kidding, mama,” he patted your back, “you can call me whatever.”

Trying not to blush, you took another gulp of the drink.

“Well,” Josh said, leaning back to grab the TV remote, “let’s see if they’ve got any cinematic masterpieces at this place.”

He clicked on the TV, flipping through the menu. He seemed generally displeased with the options, but then he settled upon Into the Wild.

“I love this movie,” you said, grinning.

“Good then,” Josh said, “Me too.”

He reclined on the bed, laying on his side, his elbow propping him up. He sipped his drink, watching the movie. He looked at you.

“You don’t look too comfortable, there,” he said.

You shrugged, “S’okay, I’ll probably head out and let you relax after I finish my drink.”

He looked hurt. “After I picked this movie for you?”

You smiled, “You didn’t pick it for me, Joshua,” you quipped.

His mouth opened in mock-horror, “how dare you, I most certainly did.”

You laughed, leaning back on the bed, looking up at him,“You want me to stay?”

He nodded, “Yeah, if you don’t have other plans. I need someone to get drunk with and talk about how sad the end of this movie is.”

You laughed, “I don’t think it’s sad, I mean—“ you took a sip, “objectively, yeah, but don’t you think if he could do it all over again, he would? He wanted to be in nature…”

You trailed off, noticing Josh looking at you.

“What?” you asked.

He shook himself out of his daze, “Nothing,” he took a drink, “see what I mean? I need the discourse.”

You rolled your eyes affectionately.

“This is kind of an uncomfortable way to lay, though,” he said, moving. He sat up by the top of the bed, leaning against the headboard, “Wanna come up here?”

You swallowed. This seemed like tedious territory, what, with the fucking-the-whole-band thing only a few weeks ago, and with your sneaking crush on Josh and his twin. Tedious.

“Uh, yeah,” you breathed, trying to sound relaxed, moving to take a seat up by him. You sat a good six inches away, hoping the space would help.

To your dismay, Josh rested a hand on your thigh almost immediately, giving you a light pat. He smiled at you, “Thanks for hanging out with me. S’nice.”

You gave him a gentle nod, quickly taking a drink to distract yourself.

You watched the movie for a good ten minutes or so, his hand gentle on your thigh, before he spoke,

“I’m empty,” he said, rattling his cup. He pointed to yours, “How about you? Another?”

You finished your drink, handing him your cup, “A little lighter on the pour this time though, huh?” You smiled.

He winked at you, “I’ll try. No promises”

After he mixed the drinks and lit another incense stick, he brought them over, passing the cup to you.

“Thank you, babe,” you took your drink. You gave it a sip, and it was much easier to swallow than the first. He sat next to you again, a bit closer.

He looked at you, waiting for you to take a drink, “thoughts?”

“S’perfect,” you grinned.

Your stare lingered a moment, looking between his lips and his eyes. There was a weighted silence, just a second too long—

“Whatcha thinking about?” He grinned, and oh, that was the worst case scenario.

The question startled you, made your face hot.

“Huh?” you got out. He smiled.

“You look like you’re thinking about something. I’m curious…enlighten me.”

You chuckled, nervous, “Oh, I dunno,” you turned back to look at the movie.

“Hey,” he touched your leg again, making your head snap back to look at him, “you okay?”

You stilled, looking to your lap, “Yeah, Josh,” you swallowed, “it’s nothing.”

Nothing. What a joke that was—all the recent stolen kisses, subtle glances, the drunken lingering of a hand, the thoughts that played on a loop in your mind as you fell asleep for the last three weeks, wanting more, wanting him, wanting both of them—sure, nothing.

“We can sit at the end of the bed if you want, I hope I didn’t make you uncomf—“

“Josh,” you shook your head, “It’s fine.”

He fell silent. You looked up at him, worried you may have hurt his feelings.

“Alright,” his lips pressed into a line. He took a drink.

You sighed, rubbing your face, “I’m sorry,” you took his hand with your empty one. He looked down at them.

“Here,” you fumbled for words, “could you grab one of the tequilas?”

He looked confused, but nodded and shuffled off the bed to grab one. Now or never, you told yourself.

(The thing is, he had initiated the stolen kisses, the glances, the touches, and so really how shocking could this be?)

You took it from him, tucking your drink into your lap for a moment as you opened it. You took the shot, wincing at it, chasing it with a sip of your drink.

Josh sat beside you, eyebrow raised, “You alright?”

You nodded, tossing the empty bottle on the floor. You looked up at him. His stare was kind.

“What’s on your mind?” he murmured, “tell me.”

The command was gentle. You nodded, bracing yourself.

“Ever since the other week, when we were all together, when, you know” you blushed, unable to finish the sentence.

Josh blushed as well, “Yeah, I know,” he said, understanding.

You nodded, “Um,” you struggled to look at him, looking down to your cup, to his hands, anywhere else, before finally looking him in the eyes, “I haven’t stopped thinking about it,” you mumbled, “Specifically,” you stopped, shaking your head.

“Hey,” he touched your leg, “S’okay. Specifically what, mama?”

You took a drink with a harsh swallow, “Specifically you,” you breathed, “and,”

He looked amused, an eyebrow raised, “And?” he encouraged.

You couldn’t get it out.

You shook your head, “I don’t think I can—“

“Hey,” he said, touching your chin, “You think you can scare me off?” he grinned sweetly. “Just tell me, it’s okay.”

You breathed.

“You and Jake,”

His eyebrows shot up, a smile tugging at his lips. Your cheeks and chest went hot with embarrassment.

“Huh,” Josh said.

You looked down at your cup, not daring to meet his gaze, watching your lime wedges swirl in the soda water.

“Look at me, mama,” Josh tipped your chin up. You looked at him.

He smiled wide at you, “Thank you for telling me,”

You nodded. He took a drink.

“So…what about Jake and I?” he grinned.

You smiled, “No,” you shook your head, “nuh-uh, I’ve said enough.”

“Oh, I disagree,” he smiled mischeviously, “I think I need to know a bit more,”

You rolled your eyes, taking a drink from your cup. You swallowed, “I think you can figure it out,” you said.

“Perhaps,” His voice was lower, teasing, “You don’t wanna tell me? Just so I can be sure I understand?”

He traced his teeth with his tongue, and you had to bite back a noise.

“Alright, I’ll leave it alone if you want,” he shrugged, taking a sip. You exhaled.

He swallowed his drink, eyes watching your face closely. He grinned again, “Do you want me to leave it alone?”

You breathed in sharply, unprepared for that follow up question.

“Seems like if you haven’t stopped thinking about it, maybe we shouldn’t leave it alone,” he continued.

He traced a finger along your calf, gentle, a tease if there ever was one.

You became dizzy. You looked at him, extremely unsure of what to say or do.

He looked you up and down, and something unspoken made your skin warm.

Knock

Knock

Knock

Both of your heads snapped to the door.

“Mmm,” Josh said, “Hold that thought,” he got up, going to look through the peephole. You craned your neck to see what was going on.

Josh popped his head around the corner, grinned back at you before opening the door, and you were confused until, oh,

“Hello there, brethren, why do you require my tequila?” said a familiar voice in a mock accent.

Jake rounded the corner. He paused, looking surprised to see you on the bed.

“Well hello there, darling,” he said, smirking at you. He looked back at Josh. Josh smiled back at him.

Jake noticed the tequila on the table, then, and the limes, “Seems like you’ve already got enough tequila, Joshua, what the hell do you need mine for?” He sat down 4 miniature bottles of his own.

“Well,” Josh said, coming back around to sit next to you on the bed, “the more the merrier.”

Jake made himself at home, pouring his own drink, squeezing three limes into it. He sat on the sofa chair in the corner.

“What’ve you two been up to?” Jake asked.

You sat there and blushed, feeling vulnerable after telling Josh what you had only moments before Jake stepped in.

“A bit of Into the Wild,” Josh motioned to the TV, “and riveting conversation.”

“Oh yeah?,” Jake took a drink, “What about?”

Josh looked at you, grinning subtly. You gave a small shake of your head, desperate for him to stay quiet.

“Let me tell him,” Josh murmured, only loud enough for you to hear.

“No,” you whispered, “Uh-uh.”

Josh grinned wider, and god, that didn’t help the fact your emotions were already swelling in your chest.

“Then you tell him,” he said, quietly, nodding toward his brother.

You shook your head, “Josh,” you warned, “no.”

“Hey,” Jake complained, “you just gonna leave me out?”

You ignored him, keeping eye contact with Josh.

“Please,” Josh said to you, “you told me, you should tell him.”

Your mouth opened and closed, frustrated, “Josh,” you got out—

“Hey,” Jake shouted, getting up from his chair, walking to sit on the edge of the bed, “Am I invisible?”

You and Josh exchanged looks between Jake and each other.

“What am I missing?” Jake asked, eyes squinted, “are you both drunk?”

Josh grinned at you, “I’m gonna tell him, mama.”

“Tell me what?” Jake looked between you.

Josh opened his mouth to speak—

“Josh.” you warned.

He looked at you, then held his hands up, surrendering, “Okay, fine.”

“No,” Jake shook his head, “No, tell me, you fuckers,” he grinned, looking at you, “what is it?”

You blushed. He looked too good, in his worn denim jeans and a stretched white t-shirt.

“I’m sorry, but I’m gonna tell him if you don’t,” Josh said, seeming genuinely apologetic, “I don’t keep secrets from him.”

You sighed. Great job, you thought to yourself.

“Fine. Just tell him,” you sighed, taking a long drink.

Josh looked at him, “She said she hasn’t stopped thinking about the other night,”

Jake took a drink, “what night?” he looked confused.

Josh grinned, “when we were all smoking together. A few weeks ago, y’know,” he said, his tone leading.

Jake’s eyebrows raised, realizing, “Oh,” he said, “Well, yeah, understandable.”

Josh looked at you, coaxing you to finish the thought “Specifically…”

You sucked in a breath.

“Specifically you and Josh,” you said to Jake.

His eyebrows raised, and damn, they really were twins, down to the expression.

“Huh.” Jake said.

You forced yourself to keep looking at him as your cheeks flushed, “Yeah,” you said.

“That is a riveting conversation,” Jake said, taking another sip.

“Well,” Josh said, “we didn’t really get past that, I was trying.”

You broke into a laugh, unable to help it with the tension.

“What?” Jake smirked at you.

You shook your head, “No, I’ve done enough talking,”

“Oh I beg to differ,” Josh gave a playful shove to your arm, “You’re just gonna leave us in suspense?”

You took a drink, then gave a silent nod. They were both smirking at you, and you wondered how you got here, in this daydream-like scenario you’d been imagining the last several weeks.

Jake chuckled to himself and chugged his drink. He got up, walking over to the table to make another.

Josh touched your calf.

“You’re not gonna tell me what you’ve been thinking about, mama?” He muttered. You bit your lip. “How am I supposed to help you if you don’t tell me?”

He knew what he was doing. You swallowed, licked your lip.

“What do you mean?” You asked, voice hoarse.

He grinned, rubbing your leg, “Well, if you just wanna think about it, that’s certainly fine, but,” he licked his lips, “would you wanna do anything about it?” He cleared his throat, “I mean, if the situation was right.”

You took a deep breath. This is not where you expected this evening to go. You were in sweatpants and a tank top, you hadn’t showered yet today, and you hadn’t brushed your teeth since this morning. If Josh was implying what you thought he was, you weren’t sure you were prepared.

“Um,” you whispered. Jake wandered back over, sitting on the edge of the bed, sipping his drink. You could smell the lime.

They looked at you. You wanted them, you had to admit to yourself.

“I think so, yeah,” you got out, answering Josh, “if the situation was right.”

Josh licked his teeth, watched your lips. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes just glazed; you thought he probably wasn’t drunk, but certainly wasn’t sober.

“Good to know,” Josh said.

“Okay,” Jake drug a hand through his hair, “I really feel left out of the conversation.”

You looked to him, smiling, “S’nothing to worry your pretty mind about.”

He smiled, “If you say so.”

Josh stood up from the bed, gave Jake a pat on the shoulder, “Walk with me to get some ice, Jacob,” he said, “And let’s go raid your mini fridge for whatever else we can find.”

“Why?” Jake said, “You need me to help you get ice?”

Josh grabbed his shoulder, “Just come with me you idiot,” he said.

Josh slipped on his birkenstocks and took the ice bucket, Jake grabbed his key card, and with a wink, they were out the door.

You sat in the silence, breathing in the incense. Shit, you realized, something’s happening.

You scrambled, your thoughts racing as your body struggled to keep up. You flipped the privacy lock on the front door, just in case, and ran to the bathroom. You stripped quickly, tied your hair up, and washed your body as fast as you could. You towel dried, put your clothes back on, cringing at the thought of wearing the same underwear, let your hair down, frantically grabbed the mouthwash Josh had, swished some around, raked your fingers through your hair, and then looked in the mirror. You smiled to yourself.

If they were talking about what you assumed they were, and if they both came to the conclusion that they’d be interested in—

You heard the keycard at the door. You practically ran, flipping the privacy lock off and opening it for them. You gave them a smile.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Jake grinned, hands full of mini liquor bottles and sodas.

You let them in, laughing at their haul.

“Who said we’re getting drunk?” You asked, helping Jake set them all on the table.

“You never know, you never know,” Jake mused.

You sat back on the bed, grabbing your drink.

Josh grabbed his, sitting next to you, closer this time, his leg against yours. He rested his hand on your thigh.

“What’s Alexander Supertramp been up to?” He asked, pointing to the TV.

“Oh you know,” you tried to sound relaxed, “Befriending hippies, making good choices.”

Josh turned to you and smiled. You looked back, watching his expression closely.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked softly, and the air left your lungs in a rush.

You nodded sheepishly, letting him lean into you.

He held the side of your face, bringing his lips to yours. You hummed into him, sighing with the blissful feeling. He was warm.

It was a simple kiss, maybe six or so seconds, gentle and unassuming.

He gave you a reassuring smile as he pulled away, “S’nice.”

You nodded, biting your lip.

He settled back next to you, hand on your thigh. You tried to focus on the movie, but quickly were distracted by Jake coming to sit on the other side of you.

“How many times have you seen this film?” Josh said, making conversation.

You shrugged as Jake took a seat, slipping his vans off and settling next to you. His leg also touched yours, and you felt warm at the contact.

“Um,” you said, thinking,“Maybe…ten times?”

Josh chuckled, “I see. It is a good one, I’ll give you that.”

“How about you?”

“Twice,” Josh said, “this is the third.”

You looked at Jake, “and you?”

Jake gave you a smile, “Only once. I’m not as cultured, I suppose.”

You giggled. Aside from the insurmountable tension between the three of you, this was nice. A good movie, some drinks, company, easy conversation. You tried to relax, to enjoy it.

You finished your second drink and looked down at the cup, contemplating if you should have a third, given that you’d taken the shot too. You had a head buzz but nothing else so far. You figured as long as it wasn’t too heavy handed, you could do another. They were helping to keep you occupied.

“Joshy?” You looked at him, smiling, “Could I have another?” You rattled your cup.

“Of course, mama,” he leaned in for a peck on the lips, to your surprise, then took your cup, getting up to go to the table.

“Hey,” you said to him. He turned around, smiling.

“Yeah?”

“Easy on the tequila unless you want me acting like a fool.”

“You got it, babe,” he spun around, opening a new can of soda water to make your drink.

Jake’s hand moved on your thigh, rubbing softly. You looked at him.

“Can I tell you something?” He smirked. You stilled, nervous for his next words. You could smell his cologne. You nodded.

He licked his lips, “I can’t stop thinking about the other night, either.”

You tried to stay stoic, cool, but you could feel yourself grinning.

“Yeah?” You got out, voice cracking.

He nodded, “Yeah. So I don’t think you should be embarrassed or anything.”

You bit your lip, too curious to help yourself, “what have you been thinking about?”

He drew in a sharp breath, took a sip from his drink, looking bashful. He swallowed, “Now that’s unfair, you wouldn’t tell us,” he beamed.

You grinned back. He had a point.

“If I tell you, will you tell me?” You murmured. He nodded, biting the rim of his cup.

You felt childish, trading secrets like you would passing notes across class. But it thrilled you.

You were close to his face, a few inches. You spoke quietly.

“I’ve been thinking about how your fingers felt inside of me,” you whispered, “how your mouth felt.”

His eyes fluttered shut for a second before re-focusing on you. He nodded, encouraging you.

“Been remembering how you fucked me while they watched—while Josh watched,” you specified.

You swallowed, struggling to continue, compelled only by his reaction, “kissing you both one after another.”

He lowered the cup, licking over his lip. His mouth pulled gently into a grin.

“Is that so?,” he breathed. He gripped your thigh. You nodded.

“And you?” you said.

His grin stretched, “Been thinking about how nice you look naked. How you looked with my come dripping out of you.”

You whimpered, bit your lip to stop yourself.

“Kissing you,” he continued, looking at your lips, “thinking a lot about kissing you, you sitting on my lap,”

You watched his lips.

“Thinking about how I wish I could have watched you when you went into the bathroom with Josh,” he swallowed, “He said you were begging to come.”

Your eyes shut. You forced yourself to take a breath, to reel yourself in. You opened your eyes to look at him. He smiled at you, teasing.

“Were you?” Jake asked, “Begging?”

Your mouth was dry. Jake looked hungry, like a cat stalking prey. You nodded.

“Mmm,” Jake hummed, taking a sip, “Sounds lovely.”

His eyes were incredibly dark, pupils blown. He watched your face for a moment “Is that all you’ve been thinking about, since then?”

You swallowed, “Well,” you whispered, unsure how to phrase the rest.

“Tell me,” his tone was achingly gentle, “please?”

“I’ve just been hung up on you two,” you sighed, trying to talk just loud enough that Josh might overhear, “I’ve just been thinking…,”

Jake looked entranced, “S’okay,” he assured, “I’m not gonna judge you, I want to know.”

You felt Josh’s hand on your arm, passing you your drink.

You took it, not looking away from Jake. Josh’s weight sank into the bed behind you, his hand fell to your hip.

“I just want more of you both,” you got out, “I…”

“Come on, angel, I know that mind of yours can be creative,” Jake smirked, “Tell me,” his eyes flitted over your shoulder, presumably to Josh, then back to you, “We wanna know.”

“You want me to be honest?” You mused.

Jake nodded. Josh hummed behind you.

Thank god for the tequila.

You nearly whimpered, “I want both of your hands on me,” you said, breath becoming labored, “I want you both to touch me, to kiss me, I want—“ you tried to ignore Josh’s hand tighten on your hip, “Want you both inside me again, and I honestly just want, like,”

It was like a dam broke and you could’t stop, “You two make me feel so cared for, I love the attention, I love how overwhelmed it makes me feel, I just want—“

You stopped, realizing Jake’s mouth was hanging slightly open. He looked dazed, stunned.

“No, no, keep going, I’m listening,” he rasped.

“That’s it, honestly,” you tried not to cave into yourself, “I just want you two to…” you cringed at your next words, “just love on me.”

You stared at him numbly, wondering where this was going. Wondering if you all were about to go back to watching the movie as if this didn’t happen.

You and Jake watched each other, silent. Josh was still.

“What are you thinking?” you asked Jake, barely audible. You took a sip of your drink to calm yourself.

He smiled, “Thank you for telling us,” he said.

“I asked you a question,” you smarted.

He licked his lips,“I think you’re considering kissing me.”

You grinned, “You think so?”

He nodded, smiling wider, “Yeah, I’m pretty sure.”

“Hmm,” you teased, “you think I should do it?”

His smile faded, his expression changing to something needy.

“Come here,” he gritted.

NEXT PART

[tendouluvr]

aizawa calling you clingy - gn reader

- [attempt at] angst to fluff

- warnings: being called clingy, aizawa gets annoyed with reader and berates them, one use of the word ‘shit’

- wc: 1.9k

a/n: this wasnt......as sad as i wanted... i cant tell if im just not so good at writing angst or immune to it T_T

once again, not edited!

#! aizawa!!!! eee

#! hes a levelheaded man so arguments are rare

#! u both trust one another so theres no reason to have doubts in ur relationship

#! being his s/o, he tells u things thats not so easy to tell others over time, and you’re patient enough to let him take however much time he needs to let u in

#! however, years of keeping to himself most of the time doesnt just disappear even if you’re his s/o

#! so aizawa does have this tendency to close off and distance himself from u bc of his stress and insecurities

walking through the spacious halls of ua, you were headed towards your lovely boyfriend. aizawas been pretty busy lately with teaching his class, making sure no one is being left behind progress wise, doing his job as a pro-hero, and then spending his free time training with shinsou.

you knew showing up at school unexpectedly was something aizawa found irky, that’s why you made sure to tell him the night before that you would be coming during lunch time to bring him some yummy homemade food.

humming softly to yourself, you finally reached the door opening to class 1-A and walked in. the classroom was empty, but there at the front was no one other than mr. aizawa shouta. you quickly greeted him with a smile and he turned to look at you.

“what are you doing here?” he slowly asked with a look of confusion.

“i brought you some food! did you eat yet? i hope not, i made-,” you quickly stopped talking once you noticed the look he was giving you.

“why are you here? i already told you, you shouldnt be showing up without letting me know first. our relationship is quiet, if the students see they’ll get noisy and ask questions, i’ll get bombarded by my colleagues, and it’ll put you in danger if words get out. did anyone see you coming here? can you listen to me for once instead of continuing to always be near me? you’re so damn clingy and need to start thinking about the consequences your action will bring. i already ate, just go home before anything happens.”

your jaw dropped a little after hearing what he just said to you. did he not remember what you told him last night?

worst of all, you couldnt believe he just called you clingy. you just wanted to do something nice for him by making his favorite food hoping that it’ll relieve some of the stress thats been building up, but he just thought of you as clingy.

fine, if clingy is what you are then you’ll stop bothering him. you quickly whispered an apology, not sure if he could hear or not, and began making your way back home as fast as possible. the food you made for him was still tightly grasped in your hand.

due to the new dormitories, aizawa stays at ua majority of the time. he comes home to your shared apartment whenever he can to spend time with you. unfortunately, those time aren’t usually much because as soon as he’s free, he’s quick to do something else.

once you’ve made it home, you packed the food away and put it in the fridge. you felt your phone buzzing repeatedly, already guessing who it could possibly be, you took it out to see it was your boyfriend.

shou <3: im sorry

shou <3: honey, im so sorry. pls text me back when u can

shou <3: i know what i said hurted u, but i promise u i dont mean it. pls just call me or text me so we can talk about this

shou <3: i have to go back now. but i love u. so much.

staring at your screen, you contemplated texting him back.

letting out a sigh, you decided not to.

putting your phone to the side, you walked to the bedroom and changed out of your clothes into the comfy pjs you were wearing right before you left.

seeing that there was nothing for you to do other than wallow in your insecurities and let out a few tears, you got into bed and made yourself comfortable for an afternoon nap.

aizawa on the other hand was at school and distracted. his own words kept replaying over and over in his head and all he wants to do is smack himself a few times (after comforting u ofc).

his students could tell he was in a badder mood than usual so they collectively agreed to not worsen it (one particular student does not care. can u guess?). aizawa just wanted the day to pass so he can apologize to you directly and make it up with some cuddling.

despite being distracted with planning his apology and thinking about you, he was still teaching as he should and constantly telling his students to be quiet because he’s intimidating like that.

a few hours passed, the students are back in their dorms and some of the teachers are still in school finishing up some work. the hallways were empty and silent, and the weather outside was nice and calm - not too sunny with just the right amount of wind.

however, if you were to peek your head inside of class 1-A at the moment, the environment is an exact 180. aizawa is quickly trying to grade the remaining stack of papers he has on his desk so he can leave as soon as he can. there’s papers everywhere, he’s not so sure where the answer key went off to but to hell with the answer key. he just needs to go home.

his hair is messily tied up and his lips have probably been gnawed off by now. as soon as school ended, he got out his phone to see if you replied and sadly you didn’t. he doesn’t blame you though, considering all of the shit he said to you earlier. 

finally writing down the fat score in red pen onto the final paper, he gathers everything and put to the side of his desk and packed up his stuff. his stuff being his yellow sleeping bag and that’s it.

he went to his room first to clean himself up a bit, and then grabbed a taxi to go to your shared apartment. arriving at the front door, he takes out his copy of the key and entered.

first thing he noticed while entering and taking off his shoes was that the apartment was dark and quiet. he made his way to the kitchen first and turned on its lights to check the fridge. in the fridge laid the food you made for him earlier today. he took it out to start heating it up in the microwave then he walks away from the food and to your bedroom.

quietly opening the door, he poked his head in to see you laying on your side with your back facing the door. he assumed you were asleep and gently closed the door to not wake you up. he made his way over to the bed and sat on the edge of it. 

you, feeling the bed dip, slowly opened your eyes to be greeted with the sight of your boyfriend gingerly brushing his fingertips across your cheekbones. he notices that you’re awake and looks up to meet your eyes.

making eye contact with him, you quietly grunted and brought the blanket up to cover your face while turning your entire body to the other side to ignore him. aizawa sighed and brought his hand down to rest on your waist as he begins talking.

“yn... i know you’re.. mad at me for the things i said to you earlier, but i’m truly sorry. i know saying i didn’t mean it isn’t good enough for you to forgive me, but i want you to know i’m really really sorry. i’ve been so busy for the past few days, my head is all over the place, seeing you at school just got me overthinking and worried that i ended up saying things about you that’s not true at all. i love you so much, hun. you’re the best thing to happen to me. you don’t have to forgive me now, i understand if you want some space.”

it was silent for some time after he finished his apology. the echoing silence was slowly making aizawa worried that you’ll leave him, but he won’t tell you that. thinking that you wanted space, he lifted his shaky hand off of your waist and moved to get off of the bed when you suddenly grabbed onto his hand to keep him there.

“i...i told you the day before that i was going to be visiting you during lunch time. did you not remember? or even hear me tell you?”

aizawa situated himself back down onto the bed before replying. “if i’m being honest, i don’t really remember much of that day at all. my brain was occupied with work and rest, so i was practically drained by the end of the night. i’m sorry i took it out on you, it’s my fault for overworking when i know you’ve been trying to help.”

letting out a soft sigh, you turned your body back towards him. still holding onto his hand, you carefully slotted your fingers in between his and pulled him down to lay with you. he immediately found comfort in this and placed his head into your neck. you could feel his facial hair against your skin making you let out a quiet giggle.

“i love you. i know you have a habit to overwork since that’s all you did before we dated, but please shou, take care of yourself. im not talking physically, cuz you’re already so damn fine, but mentally. i hate seeing you bury yourself in work and training that it even makes me tired just watching you.”

he grumbled something against your neck - his usual reaction to you complimenting him - and held onto you tighter while putting light kisses on your collarbone.

“i know. i will. please bear with me, i know i’m a pain but i’ll always try to be my best for you. i’m never letting you go, love you too much for that.”

“hmm? who said i’m going? you’re stuck with me forever just so you know,” you laughed and patted his head before rising from the bed.

“i heard you heating up the food earlier. get up and come eat,” you tugged aizawa to get him off the bed.

he grumbled once again because he was being forced to leave the warm comfort of your shared bed, but followed you out anyway holding onto your hand.

“wait. you heard me entering? so you were pretending to sleep when i got here?! not funny, babe. not funny. -also don’t take sleep for granted. i did and look where that got me. stop laughing!”

bonus:

it was the next day and aizawa just finished passing out the grades he rushed grading yesterday. even though it was rushed, he was confident that there wasn’t any mistakes-

“aizawa sensei, you marked this question wrong when it’s right. this one too. and this other one on the last page. are you trying to fail me?!” denki dramatically wailed as he showed aizawa his papers.

guess he did make mistakes after all.

[leossmoonn]

One Day at A Time

masterlist

pairing - lip gallagher x fem!reader

type - angst, fluff

note / request - “Hi, I love your Shameless imagines! And I was wondering if you could write something for Lip Gallagher x Reader having a baby and struggling with their new life ❤️” alright so i named the baby fred bc thats lip’s baby’s name already lol also you and lip live in the house that lip wanted to buy for tammy. enjoy!

summary - you and lip struggle to raise a baby and survive 

warning / includes - language, fighting, alcohol, smoking, but fluffy ending

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*gif isn’t mine*

“Lip!” You shouted. 

Your boyfriend ran into the room frantically. “What’s wrong?” 

“I need you to get me more baby wipes. Freddy took a big shit,” you instructed. 

Lip nodded, going to the table where you kept the baby wipes. He gave you the whole packet only for you to yell at him.

“Hand me them! I have to hold Freddy down so we doesn’t roll off,” you said.

“Sorry, Jesus,” Lip muttered, handing you baby wipes each time you put your hand out. 

You successfully cleaned your baby’s bottom and but on a new, fresh diaper. You picked Freddy and went downstairs with him. You set Freddy down in his high-chair, going over to the cabinet to get Freddy’s baby food. 

“Are you um, are you going into work today?” Lip asked.

“Yeah, are you?” You asked. 

“Yeah, I am,” Lip said. 

You frowned, turning around and putting a hand on your hip. “You can’t. Someone has to watch Freddy.”

“Debbie can watch Freddy,” Lip said. 

You scoffed, “She's never here. And before you say V and Kev, they’ve already helped us enough the past few months. They’re busy with their own kids.”

“Well, I need to go into work. We need the money,” Lip said. 

“Yeah, and I need to go to work or I’m gonna get fired!” You exclaimed. You began feeding Freddy, your mood lightening a little once you saw the little guy’s face. 

“What about working tomorrow? I thought that was our schedule,” Lip asked. 

“It was, but one, I’m well overdue on maternity leave and two, my boss doesn’t care about my personal life. She doesn’t care that we are struggling to raise a child,” you explained. 

Lip opened his mouth to suggest something, but nothing came out. He looked at you helplessly. 

“Here, why don’t you work for a few hours and I’ll watch Freddy in the morning, then you come back home at lunch and I’ll go and work for the afternoon,” you said. 

Lip nodded. “Yeah, that works.”

“Alright, good,” you said. You turned your attention back to the baby, feeding him the rest of his breakfast. Meanwhile, Lip went to shower and get ready to go to work. He came downstairs, coming over to bid you and Freddy goodbye. 

“I’ll see you later. I love you,” Lip said, giving you a hug and a kiss on the forehead. 

Even though you were mad at him earlier, you melted into his arms immediately. You hugged him back tightly, burying your head in the crook of his neck. 

“Hm, I love you, too,” you said, breathing in his scent. 

Lip couldn’t help but smile at your actions. He pulled away after a few moments, walking over to Freddy. 

“I love you, too, buddy,” Lip cooed, kissing Freddy on the cheek, making the baby giggle. 

You smiled at the scene, enjoying seeing Lip interact with Freddy. 

“Bye,” Lip called out before leaving. 

“Bye!” You exclaimed, watching him leave. 

You let out a long sigh, leaning back against the fridge. You looked at Freddy, who was clapping his hands on his high-chair table. You laughed a little.

“You’re so silly,” you said, going over to him and picking him up. 

“Do you want to go to the store with me?” You talked to Freddy, bouncing him up and down while walking across the room. 

Freddy make a little squeak and you smiled. “Yeah, I know you want go to the store with me. I’m gonna shower and get ready, you stay in the crib, okay? I’ll be out in 10 minutes,” you said, going up to the nursery and setting Freddy down  gently. 

You went into the bathroom, taking a quick shower and brushing your teeth. You went back in your room and got dressed into a pair of mom jeans, a dark-purple, buttoned-up shirt and put a grey sweater over it, taking the collar of your shirt and folding it on the collar of your sweater. You then returned to Freddy’s room. You saw him on his back, sucking in his thumb. You smiled and picked him up, quietly going down the stairs. You set him in his high-chair again, getting your coat, purse, and your shoes. You also got Freddy’s little coat and hat to keep him warm in the cold winter of Chicago. 

You went out to your car, buckling Freddy into his carseat. You then went to the supermarket, putting Freddy in the front of the cart. You picked out fruit, vegetables, and salad mix. You got 2 gallons of milk, new coffee creamer, and cereal. You bought a few warm-up dinner packs and hamburger meat, going to the freezer isle and getting ice cream. You then went to the snack isle. 

“What should we get, Freddy?” You asked, looking at the pop tarts. 

Freddy pointed to the birthday cake-flavoured pop tarts. 

“Good choice, baby,” you smiled, grabbing the pop tarts. You then grabbed a few packs of chips and gum, going over to check out.

“Cute baby,” the girl at the register said. 

You looked up from putting the groceries on the table. You looked at her name tag and smiled. 

“Thank you, Stacy,” you said. “How old is he?” Stacy asked. 

“Almost 2 months,” you said. 

“Awe, so cute. I just found out I’m pregnant,” Stacy said. 

“Oh, really. Congrats,” you smiled. “Yeah, my boyfriend and I are happy,” Stacy smiled, putting her hand on her stomach. 

She rang your groceries up. “It’ll be $103.98.”

You nodded and took your card out and a few coupons you and Lip had collected in the past month. 

“Alright, with these coupons, your total is $80.56,” Stacey said.

“Great,” you smiled. You paid with your card, gathering the grocery bags. 

“Have a good day!” Stacy smiled. 

“Thank you, you too. Congrats again with the baby,” you gave her a kind smile. 

She thanked you as you walked out. You loaded the groceries into the car and put Freddy back in his carseat. You then drove back home, putting away the groceries while Freddy watched you in his high-chair. 

“Are you tired, baby? I’m tired,” you yawned. Freddy yawned right after you, making you chuckle. 

“Why don’t you take a nap and let Mommy clean the house, okay? It’s a fucking mess,” you muttered the curse words, looking around the house. Clothes and toys were everywhere. Plates were stacked in the sink and on the coffee table. The house needed to be vacuumed and wiped down very badly

You put Freddy down in his crib, turning on the baby monitor. You changed into a tank top and shorts and put your hair in a ponytail, going back downstairs to clean. 

You started with the dishes, washing and drying them off, putting them back in their cupboards. You then wiped down the kitchen counter, stove top, kitchen table, and coffee table. Next you decided to clean up all of the baby stuff that was on the floor. You put Freddy’s toys in the play bins you and Lip had bought and put Freddy’s clothes in the washing machine. You then vacuumed the living room carpet and swept the kitchen tiles, making yourself another cup of coffee. You were done in an hour and a half, taking a look at your work, smiling in satisfaction. Your house hadn’t been this clean since you and Lip had bought it. 

It was lunch time and you knew Lip would be coming home soon. You decided to make you and him lunch. You made chilli and salad, knowing that it would last you two for a few days. You changed back into your work uniform before grabbing yourself a bowl and sitting down, eating your lunch quickly before you had to go to work. 

15 minutes later, Lip had walked through the door. You got up to greet him. 

“Hey, babe. This smells good, what did you make?” Lip asked.  “Chilli and salad for lunch. You can have some,” you said. 

“Ah, nice,” Lip said. He gave you a kiss on the cheek, going over to the kitchen.  You frowned. He usually wasn’t this detached.

“How was work?” You asked. 

“Good,” Lip said, grabbing himself a bowl of chilli. “How was your day?”

“Good,” you said. “ I um… I cleaned the house and got groceries.”

“Oh, nice,” Lip said, sitting down. 

"Are you okay?” You asked. 

“Yeah, I’m just tired,” Lip said. 

“Um, okay,” you said. “Well, Freddy is upstairs taking a nap. He’s been asleep for about two hours, so he will probably wake up soon. The baby monitor is here. When he wakes up can you give him a bath? He’s a little stinky.”

“Sure,” Lip nodded. 

You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to figure out why he was acting so off. 

“I gotta go to work. I'll see you later, okay?” You said. 

“Okay. Have fun,” Lip said.

You slammed the front door shut and walked to your car, letting out a long sigh. You wanted to ask why Lip was acting so distant, but you knew you had to go to work. You worked as a waitress at a local diner. You had been working there for the past 3 years. You hoped to be moving jobs to what you really wanted to do, which was cosmetics, but having a baby set you back a little. You were so thankful for Freddy, though, you didn’t regret having him one bit. It just sucked a lot. But you were good at your job. you were friendly to customers and co-workers, got the most tips, and never played around. You were your boss’s best waitress, despite you always having to change your shifts. 

You worked from 1 pm to 9, going back home tired, but happy you at least got a shift in. You drove home, looking forward to seeing Lip and Freddy, but once you got in the door, your excitement immediately diminished. 

Freddy was in his play pen and the person who was watching him wasn’t Lip. It was Carl. 

“Um, hey, Carl,” you frowned, setting your coat in the closet. 

Carl turned to you, a nervous smile on his face. “Hey, Y/n. How’re you?”

“Good, thanks. Where is Lip?” You asked, putting your hands on your hips. 

“He went out,” Carl answered. 

“To where?” You asked, your temper rising. “Um…. to the Alibi,” Carl said nervously. 

Your eyes blew wide. “What?! He went to the Alibi and left you to take care of our baby? No offense, Carl.”

“None taken,” Carl shrugged. 

“I…” you started to say. You put your fingers on your temples, rubbing in circles to try and ease the headache you were beginning to have. You were able to calm down a little. 

“Thank you for taking care of Freddy,” you said to Carl. 

“No problem. I love the little guy,” Carl smiled. 

You smiled back, grabbing your purse. “Here, let me pay you for watching him.”

“I would usually say yes to money, but I’ll say no this time. I like spending time with Freddy, he's my nephew, I like watching him,” Carl shrugged.

“Are you sure?” You asked, holding a 20 dollar bill. 

“Yeah, I am,” Carl smiled kindly. 

“Alright. Thank you. I’m going to find Lip. Do you mind staying until I come back?” You asked. 

“Nope. Can I have some of the chilli?” Carl asked. 

“Yeah, of course. Do you know how to change diapers and feed Freddy?” You asked. 

“Yeah, of course. I took care of Liam and Franny for Debbie sometimes,” Carl said. 

“Right, of course,” you chuckled. “Thanks, again. I’ll see you later.”

“See you,” Carl waved. 

You didn’t bother grabbing your coat, rushing out of the house to find Lip. You drove to the Alibi, parking haphazardly. You went in, anger surging through you as you saw Lip smoking and drinking his liver and lungs out. He was talking with Kermit and Tommy. 

“Lip!” You screamed, the whole room turning going quiet. 

“Oh, hey, Y/n!” Kev smiled. 

“Hey, Kev. Can I see Lip for a second?” You asked, clenching your jaw. 

Lip looked at you, his eyes dropping. “Hey, baby.” He walked up to you, a stoned smile on his face. 

You grabbed his hand, yanking him out to the alley behind the Alibi. 

“What's up?” Lip asked.

“You! That’s what’s up!” You exclaimed. 

“What do you mean?” Lip asked. 

“You fucking left Freddy alone!” You shouted. “I left him with Carl. He’s fine,” Lip shrugged. 

“Yeah, but you didn’t call me to say you were going to leave Freddy!” 

Lip glared at you. “I don’t need to call you. He’s my son.”

“He’s my son, too! I’m his mother. I need to know who he is with! What if Carl brought over Kelly and they started having sex on the couch where Freddy could see, huh? I don’t fucking want that!” 

Lip chuckled. “They wouldn’t do that. Carl and Kelly are broken up or whatever.”

You groaned. “That’s not the point! I’m tired and super stressed out. You could have let me know!” 

“I’m tired and stressed out, too!” Lip exclaimed.

“Oh, yeah, I bet you are. Getting fucking drunk and stoned,” you laughed sourly. 

“I’m not drunk, I had 2 sips of beer, and I worked!” Lip exclaimed. 

“Yeah? Well I worked, too! I worked until 9 at night. I should be home by then! And I was the one who cleaned the house and did the dishes and got the groceries, which by the way, you are fucking welcome!” You shouted. 

“I never asked you to do that,” Lip said. 

“i know, but I did it because we needed it. All I wanted was a thank you!” “Well I was tired and hungry when I got home,” Lip shrugged. 

You glared at him, tears clouding your vision. “You’re so full of shit, Lip. So full of fucking shit!” You screamed, pushing him back. He stumbled backwards and hit the brick wall gently. 

“What the fuck, Y/n?!” Lip yelled. 

“Don’t do that! You don’t have the right to question me!” You screamed back. 

Lip opened his mouth to yell back, but Veronica and Kevin came out. 

“Hey, you two stop it!” Veronica yelled. 

“Yeah, what’s going on?” Kevin asked. 

“She is yelling at me!” Lip pointed to you. 

“Yeah, cause you’re a fucking asshole!” You screamed, your voice hoarse and tears running down your face. 

“Oh, no,” Veronica muttered. She went over to you, wrapping her arms around you gently. “Let’s go inside and get you some tea, okay?”

You started to sob, leaning in to Veronica. Lip looked at you, his heart breaking at the sight of you so upset.  

“Kev, you take Lip home and get him cleaned up, okay? Make sure Freddy is fed and changed and put to bed, too,” Veronica instructed. 

Kevin nodded, putting his arm around Lip and went to Lip’s car. Veronica walked you inside, taking you to the back of the bar. She got you a beer and a hot cup of tea, placing them in front of you. 

“T-Thanks,” you sniffled. 

“Talk to me, baby,” Veronica said, sitting down next to you. 

“Lip left Freddy home alone with Carl. I’ve been so busy and tired today. I cleaned the whole house, got the groceries. I worked for fucking 8 hours. I just wanted a little ‘thank you’ from Lip. That’s all I wanted,” you cried. “God, I’m such a fucking crybaby.”

Veronica put her hand on your arm comfortingly. “No, honey, you’re not. I understand, don’t worry, and Lip should, too. Maybe you should calm down a little and then go back home and talk to him. Really talk, no shouting and pushing.”

You took a big sip of your beer and nodded. “Yeah, that’s a good plan.”

Veronica smiled. “Do you want anything to eat?”

“No, I’m fine,” you said. 

“You sure? We have some chocolate chip cookies,” Veronica smiled. 

“Hm, okay. I'll have a few,” you smiled. 

“Great!” Veronica squealed. She went away for a few moments, coming back with a container full of cookies. 

You sat and talked with Veronica for two hours. You soon were about to pass out and decided to drive you and Veronica home since Kevin had taken their car. 

“Thanks for the fun night, V,” you smiled at Veronica as you dropped her back to her house. 

“No problem! Drive home safe! Call if you need anything,” Veronica said. 

“Will do,” you said and drove back home, which was thankfully only 5 minutes away. 

You got home, going in and seeing the living room empty. You took off your shoes, groaning in relief as your heels had been aching the whole day. You trudged up the stairs and into your bedroom. You heard the shower going but didn’t bother to go and see Lip. 

You changed out of your work clothes and into a pair of shorts and a tank top. You put your hair in a messy bun, flinging yourself on your bed. 

Lip came into the room with Freddy a few moments later. You noticed his presence.

“What?” You snapped. 

“I just… do you want Freddy and I to lay down with you?” Lip asked. 

You looked to them, seeing Freddy smiling at you. You couldn’t help but smile back. “Sure.”

You scooted over, Lip setting Freddy down next to you and climbing into bed with you. You gave Freddy a big kiss. 

“Hi, baby. I’ve missed you,” you cooed. 

Freddy chortled, clapping his hands. You giggled with the baby, ignoring Lip until he spoke. 

“So uh… how was your day?” Lip asked nervously. 

“Fine. How was yours?” You asked, not looking at him. 

“Mine was uh… good,” Lip said. 

“Good,” you said shortly. 

There was an awkward silence between you two before Lip spoke again. 

“I wanted to apologise for my actions today,” Lip started to say. 

This was the first time you felt like looking at him. You stared in his blue eyes, waiting for his apology. 

“I’m sorry about ignoring the work you did around the house and I’m sorry for not letting you know I was having Carl take care of Freddy. And I’m sorry for going to the Alibi and getting stoned. I really appreciate you cleaning the house. It really needed to be cleaned and to keep it clean, I promise to try and not leave dishes out and pick up Freddy’s toys,” Lip said. 

You smiled at his apology, scooting up on the bed so you could put your forehead on his without crushing Freddy. 

“Thank you. And the house being messy isn’t totally your fault. I need to learn to clean up after myself more, too,” you said. 

Lip chuckled, “That’s something we can both work on then.”

“Totally,” you smiled. 

“I’m also sorry for yelling at you at the Alibi. I’ve just been so stressed with work and Freddy. I’ve never had to take care of a baby that was my own before. I’ve always had help from Fiona and Ian,” Lip said. 

You put your hand on his cheek. “I know, baby. This is all new for me, too. And I’m sorry for yelling at you, too, you didn’t deserve that.”

“It’s alright. I kinda did,” Lip chuckled. 

You rolled your eyes with a smile “Well anyways, we’ll get through this together, okay? I love you. So, so, so much. And I love Freddy, probably a little too much,” you joked. “Let’s just take this one day at a time okay?”

Lip nodded and pressed his lips against yours softly. You kissed him back before pulling away, making sure Freddy was okay. 

Lip smiled. “I love you, too, you know.”

You looked back up to Lip with a big smile. “Yeah, I know.”

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Could’ve Just Asked

Yami Sukehiro x Reader

Fandom: BC

Summary: After touching one of Captain Yami’s most prized possessions, Y/N finds herself on thin ice.

Warnings: Smut/notsfw, spanking, masturbation, very slight praise and domination

Word Count: 1.3k

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Captain Yami was out with the other members of the Black Bulls upon request of the Wizard King. Today you weren’t needed, because you visited him a couple days prior about the new mission. While you could’ve gone anyway, this was a good time to catch up on some well needed cleaning. You dusted, moved someone’s random pair of shorts, and threw away an oddly immense amount of trash. You got to the split corridor and took a little detour down the men’s living quarters. You’ve only been down there a couple times, but curiosity was getting the best of you.

There was no denying that you enjoyed looking at your captain and often wondered how he would feel on top of you, but because of the dynamic you two shared it made it almost impossible to express how you felt. Since you’d joined the Black Bulls, it’s always felt deeply inappropriate how hot this man made you with only a couple words or a pat on the back. It was even worse when you two would train alone, away from the others. Maybe your little flirts weren’t enough for him to catch on or possibly he was simply ignoring your advances.

As you passed Yami’s bedroom it took everything in you not to look at his door. You walked a little further, but quickly turned on your heel to walk back towards his room.

“Hm, I don’t know if I… no…” You contemplated intruding while your hand remained on the doorknob.

“Fine.” You opened the door.

It was… normal? A small pile of clothes and an unmade bed but nothing out of the ordinary. You did notice though, a shimmer from across the room. After quickly shutting the door, you made your way to the glimmering object to find a brand new katana placed against his nightstand. You knew it was a bad idea, but you really wanted to see the beauty of this finely crafted sword. You pulled it out slightly admiring the polished finish — possibly too long to not notice Yami entering his room.

“Get out or I’ll kill you!”

“Ahh! I’m so sorry! I’ll leave, j-just let me explain!” You sputtered hoping he wouldn’t kick your ass.

“I was cleaning a-and I wandered down the hallway a-and I saw your room. Then I-I saw—”

“Shut the hell up!”

“I’m sorry capitan,” you apologized.

Why did you have to keep doing stupid shit like this? No only did you invade his privacy but you also touched his brand new katana— Yami’s katana. Shit, you put your position in the squad in jeopardy and ruined the chances of him ever being interested in you. What would the other squad members thi—

“Hello? I asked you to hand it over,” Yami pointed to the sword with his eyebrow raised.

“You’re being creepy…” he continued and eyed you.

Yami grabbed your arm and released the katana from your grip. He laid the sword flat on his palms and pulled it out completely, inspecting it.

“Well, I guess you didn’t mess it up too bad. You know, acting like a dumbass and all,” Yami spoke and shook his head.

You opened your mouth to protest but remained quiet instead.

“You came in here just to look at a sword? Gonna steal it or somethin’?”

“No, I was just snooping. It was rude of me,” you muttered.

“Stop apologizing. Don’t care, just don’t do it again,” Yami grumbled.

He closed the katana back down into its scabbard and sighed.

“Ok, get out,” he spoke suddenly and walked you to the door.

After you walked out, Yami leaned against the doorframe.

“You know Y/N, you don’t have to sneak around. If you wanted to visit and talk you could’ve just asked,” Yami laughed and closed the door.

Did he say visit? What did that even mean? Well, you were just glad you made it out alive. Your palms were sweaty and after that encounter you needed a cold shower.

The next day...

After breakfast, all the squad members sat in the main room chatting. You assumed no one knew about what happened the day before, but you sat by yourself just in case. Well, not entirely by yourself since Zora was across from you snoozing, as always.

“Be quiet and sit down,” Yami clapped his hands together, “I’m sending a couple of you on a mission.”

“Julius needs to speak to Asta, Finral, and Charmy again. So, go do that or whatever,” Yami announced nonchalantly and sat back down to read the paper.

Everyone else traveled to the Noble Realm to shop or went outside to train. You quietly sat and drank your coffee hoping no one would notice that you were missing.

You heard a gruff voice from above you, “Y/N, come here.”

Yami?! What does he want? He stood over you and motioned you to follow.

“Yes, captain.”

You both ended up outside his room.

“What are we—”

“We have free-time. I thought you wanted to talk,” Yami shrugged.

“Sur— I mean, yeah we can,” you smiled awkwardly.

Yami sat down on his bed and stared at you, blowing out a puff of smoke from his cigarette. You stood against his desk, in the corner of the room, assuming it wouldn’t be appropriate to sit on his bed with him. The uncomfortable silence made you flustered and you slightly pinched your leg to right yourself.

“Are we gonna stare at each other all day?” Yami surmised.

“I don’t really have anything to talk about necessarily,” you spoke.

“Mhm, ok well we can leave—”

“Wait! I-I mean um… hold on. Tell me about your katana, please captain,” you blurted.

“You wanna hear about my katana? Nothing else you want to talk about?” Yami asked.

“Yeah… Well, no. I’m just interested in learning about it. It looks like it’s made with good craftsmanship.”

Yami stood suddenly, pulling his katana from the holster on his waist and motioned you over. He sat back down on his bed and waited for you to join. You awkwardly sat beside him and you couldn’t help your cheeks from turning bright red from the closeness.

“Put your hands out,” Yami instructed, “The blade is sharp so don’t do anything stupid.”

The sword laid balanced across both of your palms.

“The handle is called tsuka,” Yami began and stroked the top, “...and the blade is called sori.”

He took two fingers and slowly ran them across the surface of the blade.

“The only authentic ones are from back home, but since I haven’t gone back, I get them imported.”

“Wow, it’s a really beautiful sword,” you admired softly.

“Mhm, it’s quite… personal to me,” Yami cleared his throat and grabbed the katana from your hands.

He glanced over at your face with an unreadable expression and shifted away.

“I think that’s enough talking for today. I’m gonna take a nap,” Yami rushed and stood from the bed.

“Can I come back tomorrow?” You asked quietly and walked to the door.

Yami pulled his cigarette from his lips and crushed the butt into the cigarette tray on top of his nightstand.

“Eh, I don’t know… I think today was enough,” he responded curtly.

“Did I do something wrong?” you began to pry.

Yami stood silent staring at you for a moment. He finally made his way over, and towered over your small frame.

“I hate it when you act innocent,” Yami growled lowly and tilted your chin upwards slowly, “You know exactly what you’re doing, princess.”

“Captain… What are you talking about?” you questioned, puzzled by his sudden change in mood.

“I haven’t caught on for a while, but I’m not stupid. You like when I tower over you like this… or when I command you to do what I want,” Yami taunted and rested his hands above your head.

“You snooped in my room because you couldn’t get enough of me, huh?” Yami chuckled and stared deeper into your nervous gaze.

“C-captain I-I,” you stuttered and clenched your thighs together to suppress the tingling from your core.

“There’s no need to confess, Y/N. I already know how you feel,” Yami said. “I guess I was a little oblivious. I thought you had a childish crush, but it seems like there’s something more.”

Yami scratched the back of his head and his eyes traveled down your body to your clenched thighs. With one hand still above you, the other traced down your side and gripped your thigh gently. He began to rub small circles on your skin with his thumb.

You bit your lip and glanced up at Yami’s dark gaze from under your lashes.

“D’ya like that princess?” he teased as his hand traveled further underneath your skirt.

“Yes captain,” you sighed.

You were soaking through your panties and you were nervous about what Yami would think. His low voice and his digits pressed on you made your skin burn.

Yami’s eyes grew a little when he reached your panties. He took his middle finger and ran it over your heat feeling how your wetness pooled under you.

“You want me to touch you some more?” Yami spoke into your neck.

You nodded eagerly, opening your legs wider for his massive hand.

“Mm…”

Yami rubbed faster over your clothed pussy. He pulled his hand away and leaned down to your ear.

“Get on the bed. Head down and ass up, now.” Yami ordered you.

He could tell you liked being dominated, but you also like being praised and he stepped into that role nicely.

You scurried over to his bed and did what you were told. A little part of you wanted to push him further.

You reached under your skirt and played with yourself, bucking into your hand. You pushed your ass out and turned your head to watch him.

Yami cooly walked to his nightstand, grabbed a cigarette and lit it while he watched you. That was definitely not the reaction you expected.

Smoke billowed out from his lips as he spoke, “That’s a nice show you’re putting on. Maybe you can get yourself off instead.”

“Wha- no, I was just—”

“Touch yourself,” Yami demanded.

He watched as you hesitated and moved your hand away. Yami roughly pulled your hand back under you, placing it on your core.

“Do it.”

You had no choice other than to play with yourself in front of him, but it was technically your fault. You gently rubbed over the fabric and grazed across your aching pussy. The constant friction of the panties across your clit made it difficult to stay steady on your knees. You moaned incoherently into the bedspread and began slowing your movements.

Yami grabbed a handful of your ass and smacked it harshly, “Faster. Keep going like a good girl.”

“Yam-Yami please. I c-can’t…” you panted.

“Do I have to tell you again, princess?” Yami threatened while pinching your ass.

“No, sir… but I just need you,” you pleaded and grinded into the air.

With a grunt, Yami pulled you to the edge of the bed with your ass propped. He tore your panties off of you and spread your pussy open to rub harsh circles on your swollen bud, making your toes curl.

“Mm fuck. That feels so, so good, captain!”

“Something tells me this is your favorite place to be touched,” Yami chuckled, quickening his movements.

You bucked harder, fucking yourself down onto Yami’s hand.

“Shit, it looks like your gonna come, princess.”

He pulled you back into his chest and continued his movements while you came undone. You felt yourself on the brink of tears as you slumped down into Yami’s arms. You heard him breathing hard behind you as his erection poked into your lower back.

“Damn princess, that was only the first round! Hah! I knew you weren’t that innocent,” Yami teased and wrapped his arms around your waist.

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A/N: I hoped you like this Yami smut! Thanks for reading 💕

— bugs

[zekeluvr]

i,, i’m going through an eren brainrot rn and i was hoping if i could request a sub n very needy eren x f!reader. something along the lines of him pissing off the reader and she teases him to the max and eren’s just begginggg ; and then reader gets herself off without letting him release and he’s just cryinG AGGHHABA I HOPE THIS MAKES SENSE <//3 ty have a nice day ≧ω≦

oh lord................................... i have to....................... think alot oh god,,, also college au bc head empty <333

vvv nsfw under the cut vvv

today has been so fucking stressful for you. class has not been treating you well and your asshole of a boyfriend has been acting more like an asshole than usual. you loved him, of course you did, but god did you wish he would shut his fucking mouth sometimes.

you often confided in your dorm-mate, ymir for advice, causing her to just laugh and nudge you with a: “sorry can’t relate, my girlfriend is basically an angel on earth.” to which you respond with a snicker and nudge her back.

you often wished you had what historia and ymir had between them with eren but he had a weird charm that had you fall for him in the first place. 

you had a free period sandwiched between two lessons of english literature. so, instead of going back to your dorm for a nap or to the nearest starbucks, you spent it in the library with a classmate of yours. she was quite standoffish when you first met her. a short blond who intimidated nearly everyone around her. 

you were one of the few lucky ones who were able to get close to her. the other two being a jock and his sidekick but more into that later. 

sighing as your phone buzzed against the wooden table, you saw the multiple notifications from eren pop up on screen. your eye twitched as you tried focusing on studying and annie let out a small chuckle at your reaction. 

“problem in paradise?” she mused, watching as you tensed for a second before letting out a deep breath.

“man, i don’t know.  i love eren but-” you were about to go on until annie kicked you under the desk, jutting her head towards the right. you furrowed your brows, looking behind you to see your boyfriend enter with his two friends.

“speak of the devil.”

“y/n.” eren smirked, taking a chair and spinning it around, sitting down with his legs on either side. his arms rested on the top of the back of the wooden chair. “whatcha doin’” his head cocked to the side to look at you, like a lost puppy.

his hair was slowly falling out of his bun, causing small strands to frame his face. you would be lying if you said he didn’t look ethereal.

“im studying, jaeger.” you let out, running a yellow highlighter along a few keywords, keeping your eyes on your textbook.

eren rolled his eyes in response, peering over the chair to take a look at your various notes before snorting. “fuckin’ nerd.” 

you threw a look over at him. could he not take anything seriously? “don’t you guys have somewhere to be maybe? like i don’t know, catching up with professor erwin?” annie spoke up, causing all of you to have a moment of shock. armin nodded, agreeing with her, tugging on eren’s hood.

“they’re trying to study, c’mon don’t bother them.”

mikasa was silent, giving you an apologising smile. 

“bother my own girlfriend? more likely than you think, but yeah, my brother will be on my ass if i miss another fucking meeting.” he sighs, giving you a playful two finger salute before rushing off with the other two. you slumped into your chair.

“sorry annie-” 

“just teach him a lesson or something, if you catch my drift.” she mumbles quickly, collecting her stuff. you look at her in surprise.

“what?” she snickers at your reaction, “im not a fucking virgin. time for class.” she mentions, slinging her bag over her shoulder.

“good idea..” you mumble to yourself as she walks off, leaving you to your own thoughts. 

good idea indeed. 

and eren gave you just the perfect opportunity. he burst in with no knock, no indication he was coming over, nothing. 

ymir was spending the night at historia’s so you didn’t have to worry about that. 

“eren what the fuck have i told you about coming in unannounced? ymir could’ve been i dont know, getting it on with historia for all you know.” you looked over at him, smiling internally at how he remembered to take his shoes off before joining you on your bed. you were not about to have his dirty ass shoes on your clean bed.

“sorry but to be fair i did see ymir walk into historia’s dorm so i knew you were alone.” he steals your soda to take a sip of it before placing it back on the bedside table. 

annie’s words echoed in your head, causing you to jump into action. 

you threw yourself over him, straddling his waist as he straightened up, excitement flashing in his eyes at where the night was leading. your threw your arms over his shoulders, shuffling so that you purposefully pressed onto his bulge through his jeans. 

he moved forward to catch your lips but you ducked your head, kissing down his cheek and jaw, running your tongue along the skin. your continued down, relishing in the way his hips jutted up once you pressed your lips to that one spot on his neck. you bit and sucked, marking him as yours. 

eren’s hands rested at your hips, his fingers digging into your thin tank top. 

you spot ymir’s tie on the floor. perfect.

you climb off of him, a quizzical look painting his face as you picked it up along with one of your (clean) socks. the brunet seemed to put two and two together.

“ohhh is that what we’re doing huh baby?” he threw his jacket off along with his shirt, expecting you to stare. however, he got the opposite. you ignored his movements, simply binding his hands to the bed and the using the (CLEAN!!!) sock as a makeshift ballgag. 

you were impressed with yourself. taking your phone out to take a quick picture before tossing it away and getting to work.

“you’ve been such a bitch boy for the past few days. why?” you questioned him, enjoying how he struggled to form words with the cloth in his mouth.

“is it because you haven’t got your dick wet in a while? is that it?” you tease, slipping your clothes off, leaving you in your underwear and bra. his eyes trailed your form, every curve and beauty mark. he flicked his eyes from you to his pants, which had a much evident tent in them now. 

you gave a little bit of mercy, pulling his jeans off and dragging a palm over his boxers where his cock had already leaked with precum. after a few teasing presses, you give him the relief of taking off his boxers.

you took his dick in your hands, pumping it a few times. you swiped your tongue along the tip, causing him to shudder under you. you stepped out of your panties, letting them drop to the floor. his eyes took notice of your arousal dripping down your thighs. your finger toyed with your clit, spreading your legs for him to see, his cock twitching when you shoved a finger into your cunt. 

eren wanted nothing more than to shove his face between your thighs right now. to lap and lick at your juices as you moaned his name. he tugged at the binding, brows furrowing as his cock begged for attention. 

you giggled at his neediness, crawling over to him and hovering over his length before fulling sitting down on him. drool split out of his mouth, causing the cloth ti go damp. a dull moan escaping his throat.

you were so hot and tight around him and he couldn’t help but buck his hips upwards into yours. though he easily hit into your sensitive spot.

“holy fuck, you’re so fucking big fuck.” you cursed, lifting yourself before slamming down onto him, causing him to throw his head back at the feeling. the lewd sound of skin on skin echoed throughout your room and whoever walked past would definitely know what was going on. 

you continue fucking yourself on his cock, using your fingers to pinch at your clit. the sight alone could’ve made eren cum in you but it was nothing compared to how you creamed around him, your walls pulsing around him. he was literally about to fall off the edge, before you pulled off of him. his cock falling limp as a tiny drop of cum dribbled out of him. 

“wha fe hell!” he yelled through the fabric. you pulled the sock in his mouth down, letting him talk freely.

“please y/n! i want to cum! please let me cum!” eren begged, tugging on the bindings harder. “please fuck- i just wanna feel your pretty pussy please.” he pressed on further, causing the corners of your lips to curl up into a teasing smile. his eyes were glassy, tears falling with a single blink. long brown hair sticking to his damp forehead, messy on the pillow under his head. 

“sorry baby..” you threw on a hoodie, your panties and some shorts after cleaning yourself up. 

“maybe if you weren’t such a little bitchy boy, i would’ve let you cum.” you slid his boxers and jeans back on for him, zipping him up.

“now, you stay here, im gonna get us some pizza, yeah?” you pulled his hair into a bun and loosened the tie around his wrists slightly. 

you’ll untie them completely later, but for now, you wanted to have your fun. 

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ok ok im leaving hospital on monday but now im. now im very very anxious about leaving

like. not only do i have access to all sorts of unhealthy coping mechanisms at home. i dont have anyone giving my meds to me at set times??? also im gonna have no sleeping meds bc the only ones that work rn are hella addictive and he said hes only gonna let me have like 4 after i leave???? so im gonna end up not sleeping, losing my whole routine, fighting off dastardly urges all day and night, having to cook and clean and walk dog and pack and PACK and make DECISIONS ..........

i mean yes i will have good shower. and friends. and dolg. and mum visiting most days. ill have help.

BUT WHAT DO I DO WITHOUT THE SWEET CLEANING LADY WHO CHIRPS AS SHE COMES IN AND DOESNT JUDGE ME FOR THE HORRIBLE MESS AND JUST SWEEPS AROUJJND ME AND TALKS ABOUT BLUEY

AND THE SWEET GAY NURSE ON NIGHT SHIFT IM IN LOVE WITH WHO BRINGS ME  MY ZOLPIDEM AN D TREATED MY SELF HARM THAT ONE TIME SO GENTLY AT 5AM AND CALLS ME DARLING AND TAKES MY PHONE AWWAY BC HES A TIKTOK GIRLIE AND KNOW S WHAT ITS LIKE TO SPEND 8 HOURS ON TIKTOK INSTEAD OF SLEEPING

AND THE NURSE IM IN LOVE WITH WHO TRIES TO GET ME UP AND GET ME EATING FOO D AND WAS SO HAPPY WHEN I GOT UP BY MYSELF AT 8330 THIS MORNING AND LIT4ERLALY JUMPED FOR JOY WHEN I SAID I SCHEDULED AN APPT IVE BEEN PUTTING OFF FOR A YEAR AND A HALF AND WHO THELPS ME CLEAN MY ROOM AND DOESNT JUDGE ME FOR MY MANY CUPS JUST FILED WITH SUNFLOWER SHELLS

AND THE SWEET NURSE ALSO WHO FOUND ME ON THE FLOOR AND FOUND OUT I HADNT EATEN IN A FEW DAYS AND SCOOPED ME UP AND TOOK ME TO A TABLE OUTSIDE THAT UR NOT MEANT TO BE ALLOWED AT AND PUT AN INSIDE CHAIR THERE SO I COULD SIT AND BROUGHT ME BACK LIKE EVERY FLAOURR OF YOGHURT AND FRUIT AND OPENED THEM FOR ME TO MAKE SURE ID EAT IT

AND THE NURSE THAT ALWAYS SHOWS ME FUNNY EDITS OF HER DOGS SINGING SONGS AND ALWAYS ASKS WHEN REGGIES NEXT VISITING  AND BRINGS FOOD TO MY ROOM WHEN I CANT LEAVE

AND LINDA WHO I ASKED HER TO BRING BEDSHEETS CAUSE I HAD BEEN SLEEPING ON APPLE JUICE FOR 5 DAYS AND SHE WAS LIKE ‘ITS OK IT HAPPENS’ AND CHANGED THE SHEETS FOR ME AND SHOWED ME WHAT SHE WAS DOING SO I COULD LEARN HOW TO DO IT MYSELF (theres a lot of layers due to hygiene) AND STOOD BY ME MAKING SURE I PUT AWAY ALL OF MY CLEAN CLOTHES FOR THE FIRST TIME I GOT HERE 2 MONTHS AGO

AND THE OTHER PATIENTS HERE WHO ARE DELIGHTFUL, ONE SLID A BEAUTIFUL COLOURING PAGE OF THE FIRST LETTER OF MY NAME THAT SHE DREW AND SHE SLID IT UNDER MY DOOR ?????/ AND SHES SO NICE AND THE GUY I PLAYED CHESS WITH AND THE OTHER GUY AND THE GIRL I WAS TALKING TO,,, AND THE ONE WHO GOES ON WALKS WITH ME AND HAS REALLY ENTHUSIASTIC CONVERSATIONS AND STUFF

YEAH SHE SHOWERS HERE SUCK BUT WHEEEERRE ARE THEY ALL GONNA BE ITS JUST GONNA BE ME ??? ALONE??????????? AT HOME WITH ALL MY RAZORS AND WEED AND SHIT AND N0B0DY TO TALK ME THROUGH THINGS??????? NO PSYCHIATRIST 3X A WEEK, NO GROUP THERAPIST CHECKING IN ON ME ONE ON ONE TWICE A WEEK.... i will have my psychologist bUT SHES GOING AWAY FOR 3 WEEKS SOON she did offer to see me once during that but OMG

i have a lot of people with me here, i have plenty of beautiful friends offering to help, my mums gonna help too... im just scared. mostly about the sleep thing, i knowwww im gonna stop sleeping and this schedule ive managed to cultivate for the first time in ever will be fucked. like, ive been sleeping at midnight, getting up at 8:30, it’s insane!!! i do nap a  bit after cause my brain is so stressed and overwhelmed and tiiiired but it’s something!! i really want to try to hold onto this i really hope i have the strength. please, please have the strength to get up, please, even if you literally want to die. and take your meds every night and get off your phone even if it’s so so scary and you don’t know what to do without it. PLEEEEEEEEASE MAKE THIS WORKKKKK

[hinatas-sunshine]

Synopsis: Babysitting with Kuroo, Kenma, and Kageyama was not something you’d expect to be so...weird?

Genre: Fluff I think yo no se

A/N: I’m trying to fit in as much writing so I don’t seem like a dead account when my online classes start up, but I really appreciate all the love you guys continue to give me thank u KITHES 🥺❤️

Kuroo:

• Kuroo had made plans to study with you earlier last week and you agreed, your boyfriend was a really good tutor after all

• Sadly, you wouldn’t be alone due to your sister showing up with your niece asking you to babysit last minute

• And again, you agreed because you love your niece and didn’t want your sister to struggle having to find a babysitter

• So when Kuroo showed up and you had a toddler in your arms, he melted at the sight

• He greeted you with a kiss after you put your niece down and then he continued to crouch down to your nieces eye level

“Hi there kiddo!”

• Your niece hid behind your leg and peeked out to look at the giant man in front of her

“Yeah I’d hide too.”

“Y/n! :(“

• You slowly stepped aside and your niece moved with you

“Lovebug you can say hi! He’s my boyfriend! He’s nice I promise and if I’m wrong you can have some ice cream.”

• Her eyes widened at the sound of ice cream and slowly waddled up to Kuroo and waved shyly

• He gasped in excitement and waved back

“Can you tell me your name?”

• And she nodded and told him her name before he lead her to the couch and picked her up to sit with him

• Now it was your turn to melt at the sight before you went to the kitchen to grab a snack for the three of you

• You returned with two bowls of ice cream, one for you to share with your niece and one for Kuroo, only to find your boyfriend showing your niece all about Chemisty

“She’s a toddler she doesn’t know how to read yet Kuroo.”

“She likes the pictures!”

• He showed her a bunch of cool things in his chemistry text book and her eyes sparkled with curiosity ignoring the ice cream you brought out

“A-Am I being replaced?”

“Uncle Ku!”

“Yes you are!”

• You giggled slightly as he picked her up and placed her on his shoulders, talking about all her favorite princess and how much she liked the stars

• You snapped a cute picture and ate ice cream feeding her some as she continued holding onto your rooster haired boyfriend

• Soon enough her eyes started closing and her blinking became slower as she fell asleep on your boyfriends shoulders

“Is she asleep?”

“Yeah, you’re so boring you put her to sleep Kuroo.”

• He pouted before placing her on the couch and draping his red Nekoma jacket over her

“She called me uncle ku. 🥺”

“Because you’re old. 🥺”

• You two laughed and whispered trying to let your niece sleep

• Your sister came in to pick up your niece and thanked you and Kuroo as she lifted her child up who woke up lazily due to the sudden movement

“Bye auntie y/n, bye uncle ku, you’re the coolest.” She rubbed her eyes

• Your sister laughed and said her goodbyes saying she PROMISED her daughter will be back soon to which Kuroo was excited to hear

• Once your sister was out the door Kuroo exploded

“She said I’m cool!”

• You giggled, getting on your tippy toes to kiss his nose

“You are cool!”

“Now I want one-“

“No ❤️”

• He definitely made a PowerPoint to explain why you two should have a kid - slide one: to have someone to call him cool

Kenma:

• You often found yourself babysitting as an side job during summer break

• When Kenma made plans to hang out with you he didn’t expect to see you on the floor with a toddler across from you

• He walked right back out of your house 😃

“Kenma!”

• He sighed and walked back in as you held the toddlers hand and had the other on your hip

• The little boy looked at Kenma with wide eyes and walked over to him

“What’s it doing? Why is it coming over to me?”

• You laughed scooped the little boy in your arms walking over to Kenma who looked scared for his life

“Say hi!”

• The little boy reached out for Kenma who looked at you and then the kid

“He wants you to hold him.”

“I don’t want to hold that.”

“Kenma!”

• He then sighed and took the boy in his arms, you snapped a quick picture at the two, who were looking at each other

The toddler: 😃

Kenma: 😐

• You laughed before sending it to Kuroo who had a field day with it by the way

• After you put your phone in your pocket you looked up to see Kenma trying to talk to the tiny boy

“Do you like video games?”

“....”

“Do you like animal crossing?”

“....”

• Kenma handed him back over and shrugged

“I couldn’t do anything.”

• You laughed and lead your boyfriend to the living room who automatically sat down and pulled out his switch to play animal crossing

• The tiny boy gasped in your arms and reached out for Kenma again who looked up and shrugged taking the tinier boy in his lap

• The two played on the switch for a little, Kenma making commentary about the game

“Yeah I don’t like him either.”

• You looked over to see the tiny boy slapping the screen and Kenma nodding as if he was agreeing with him

• Kenma slowly warmed up to the smaller boy and let him play with his switch for a few minutes before you brought out some fruit for the baby boy to munch on

• Kenma stole some of his fruit

• The little boy began falling asleep with some strawberry in his mouth and nodding off on the table before you picked him up and wiped his hands and face clean to lay him on the couch to sleep comfortably

Kenma: Must be nice, Y/n doesn’t treat me like that

Y/n: Yeah cause Kuroo does

Kenma: Not the same

• You spent time cuddling Kenma who played animal crossing and you scrolling through social media before joining him on animal crossing too

• When the toddler woke up crying Kenma was the equivalent to the caveman spongebob meme

• He was shook he didn’t think it could do that

“What’s wrong with it?”

“HE is just waking up, it’s okay.”

• You helped the boy calm down, his little sniffles leaving his nose before making you put him down and waddling over to Kenma

• Kenma gave a small smile and picked him up setting him on his lap again and then continuing gaming until the little boys mom came to pick him up

• You two said bye before the little boy ran to Kenma and hugged his leg and running back to his mom

Y/n: Does this mean you’ll babysit with me more?

Kenma: No, but I’ll come over only if it’s that one

• The next time at practice Kuroo wouldn’t stop showing everyone the picture you sent him and now you have to beat Kuroo up Bc Kenma said he won’t babysit with you anymore because he’s embarrassed

Kageyama:

• When you got a call from your boyfriend you realized something was off

• Mainly because he screamed through the phone asking you to hurry and come over

• Worry filled your body as you ran to Kageyama’s house and reaching the door throwing it open and panting

• Kageyama sat criss cross with a baby in his hands, holding it at arms length

“Tobio-Kun I thought you were- d- holy crap I’m out of breath...”

• You took in a deep breath

“I THOUGHT YOU WERE DYING!”

“I am dead if something happens to this thing!”

• Kageyama then explained that his aunt had dropped off his baby cousin and his mom was out at the store so he was in charge

• You scooped the baby into your arms cooing and rubbing noses with her, she happily giggled and Kageyama fell back with a sigh of relief

“Thank god you came, I was ready to just leave it on the couch and let it sit there but it started crying.”

• You glared daggers at your boyfriend and sat next to him

“SHE is a calm baby, she just needs attention.”

• The baby girl babbled and held onto Kageyama’s finger to which he tried to pull back but she had a death grip on

• He started panicking again, but you gave him a kiss and reassured him he’ll be fine

“So... can it- I mean she- play volleyball?”

“Kageyama she can’t even walk yet?”

• he sighed before resting his chin in the palm of his hand

“So what do we do with her?”

“Take care of her? What else would you do with babies?”

“I don’t know I’ve never met one.”

• you spent a few hours taking care of the baby and bouncing her around to keep her entertained

• Kageyama would be lying if he said his stomach wasn’t doing flips and you looked like you could be a perfect mother one day

• You finally handed her to him and taught him how to hold her, and he did his best although he was extremely nervous

• You took a picture to send to his team mates

• Everyone was in aw except Tsukki who went on about how the King looked terrified

• You then prepared to give her, her bottle and he said he wanted to do it and you smiled handing the bottle to him for her have her milk

“So all the do is drink milk, get attention from you and sleep? I want that type of life.”

• You laughed at your boyfriend only to notice the little girl was almost done and you took her to burp her, he just watched and you two played with her a few more minutes before it was her nap time

• You were putting her to sleep when Kageyama’s mom walked in

“Oh thank god he called you, knowing him he would’ve left her on the couch and not looked back.”

• You laughed lightly at your boyfriends face that was now a deep red.

• His mom happily took the baby and continued to care for her while you and Kageyama walked to his room

• He lied down and mumbled something about how exhausting it was and you laughed crawling next to him as he wrapped his arms around you

“You’d be a good mom one day.”

• You smiled and looked at him, his cheeks a deep red and all you did was kiss him softly

• He smiled into the kiss before pulling away and cuddling his face into your neck

• You stroked his hair and kissed the side of his head

“Never call our child an it or I’ll kill you Tobio my love.”

• He laughed and lifted his head up to press another soft kiss on your lips

“Well you’ll for sure kill me multiple times because I can’t care for a kid to save my life.”

• You laughed and he picked up his phone to check it

“Why is everyone calling me Daddyama?”

Tags:

[catboyshinsou]

sick headcanons!

anon request: i love your writing smmm !! 🥺 can i request mha sick hcs where they take care of the reader when they don’t feel well 🥺 you choose who !! <3333

a/n: sorry it took so long <//3

pairings: Kaminari, Kirishima, Tokoyami and Monoma x sick,g/n!reader

warnings: none rlly, mention of throwing up in monoma, slight manga spoilers

can be seen platonically and romantically <3

kaminari:

Tbh i think he’d be quite Useless

Just rlly panicky n stuff bc what the fuck does one do with a sick person???

*walks into your dorm* “hey y-n wanna- WHAT THE FUCK YOU LOOK TERRIBLE”

*you in a blanket and not having enough energy to be offended* “i think i’m dying” “y/n WHAT”

He’d try his best regardless tho

He goes to sato and helps with doing something soothing and welcoming

On his way back to your dorm he passes aizawa and tells him you’re sick in THE worst way

“Oh yeah Aizawa-sensei, y/n is dying-” “THEY’RE WHAT”

Kami would definitely storm into the room with him and be just as worried

What if it was something really serious??? Like the plague?????

They find you just laying in bed, sniffling and groaning

Turns out it wasn’t the plague and just a bad flu

Flu with its whole jazz, you had a fever of 38C and you could barely move

Aizawa got you excused from classes for about a week and left again

Kami just stood there with his soup and went “oh thank god you're not dying”

like i said i think he'd be useless but try his best

he checks up on you every half hour either in person or via text during classes

he brings you stuff like blankets and foods even though you can't taste any of them or have any type of appetite

but! thanks to the fridge in your room you just had snacks for about… forever

he gave you extra attention too

sometimes he'd just sit on the ground and talk about his day and theories while you just laid under your blanket

you appreciated it though

except for aizawa, sato and tsuyu nobody came over and even they just came in every few hours

kami stayed for hours on end and even tried to convince aizawa to let him sleep over so he could “watch over you” incase you “stopped breathing”

it's not like you slept much when he was around anyway, nights were not ideal for a good rest on a sick day

it was endearing seeing him lay on a futon on the floor and poking you when he had to get up for class

he leaves notes and stuff to make sure you didn't get worried

did he do anything to make you feel better physically? not rlly

did he lift your spirits and make you feel less lonely? most definitely

kirishima:

hear me out

this boy is an angel when it comes to caring for people

when he got into the whole essentially self care stuff he also knows what's best for others

he was probably one of the first to notice you being ~off your game~

whether in class or just yknow vibing, he'd tap your shoulder and softly “you okay man?”

he calls everyone dude and man and bro no matter gender or anything he's just that into the manliness stuff

and yes he puts you in essentially self isolation more for yourself than for others

“your body needs to rest y/n! can't properly get better if everyone keeps bothering you!”

he calls you every night tho and he has aizawa bring you stuff when he checks up on you (he's allowed because he's the teacher ofc also as long you're a UA student like one of your legal guardians which is like a dad and dads can see their kids sick right?)

stuff ranges from just bowls of soup to compresses to the handmade ointment against a sore throat to like socks he knitted or something his parents sent in bc he told them you were sick

yes this boy tells his parents you're sick

i mean someone probably told yours but like twice the parents means twice the comfort!

alternatively if your parents are *cough* he'd tell his parents and put you on the phone with them because everyone needs some parental love from time to time (don't act tough about it, he's gonna make you cry and tell you how manly you are for doing so)

when you're back on your feet he probably still treats you like you're about to fall over for like two or three days more

he praises you for how well you did during your essential quarantine and when you say you didn't do anything he says some cheesy stuff about manliness

“bro i'm so proud of you for getting through it!” “i didn't do anything kiri-” “don't say that! it takes so much energy and manliness to keep in self isolation and get better, you did amazing”

tokoyami:

i love birds

also look at baby toko he's so cute

do birds get sick?

anyways

tokoyami is like.. helpful but tries to be undercover about it

he's not gonna ignore you or anything

he's the type to like silently nudge teachers into your area so they could see you were clearly sick and send you back to the dorms to rest

but he'd never actually ask you or tell anyone

it would ruin his whole ~vibe~

dark shadow tells him to tell someone and he rlly does especially if he sees you struggling through it in class but he's also just not great at talking with people so a nudge or “secret note” will have to do

it does work, you're in your dorm right before combat training because mic had sent you up and excused you

mic is sweet he said he'd send aizawa up when he finds him but that you should rest

he also tells you that you have some really attentive friends

you're at this point just letting the sickness take over you so you have no idea what he just said (you heard him but the words just didn't register in your brain)

you get into bed and the first thing you do is sleep through afternoon classes

tokoyami is only at 50% today and so is dark shadow

tokoyami swears he isn't worried, the teachers are capable of taking care of you in an appropriate manner so that you will recover in no time

dark shadow on the other hand is all gittery and doesn't wanna focus on anything but you

off topic but i just think dark shadow is tokoyamis way of showing emotions or well like… like his internal thoughts? not like his internal dialogue but ya know his feelings

so he can act all goth and dramatic but dark shadow is a good way of still giving some of his feelings an output

back to you

so training is over and so is your nap

but you wake up to pillows, stuffed animals, blankets and more pillows surrounding you

half of them weren't yours either

they laid around you like some kind of pillow fortress jusy surrounding you and making sure you didn't hit your head on the wall or fall from the bed

it kinda felt like a nest- oh

you tried getting up, your head almost immediately flinging uoh back into bed but you needed to see if a certain someone would come back in to build the nest

“dark shadow, be quiet we don't want them to w- oh you're up”

tokoyami came in with more stuffies and an extra blanket like it was a siberian winter and your rooms only source of warmth was an almost dying candle

“are those yours?” you asked half asleep, your head absolutely booming

you could barely keep your eyes open, that's how exhausted you were but you made an effort to smile at the bird and his shadow

“uh no, yaomomo-san insisted on making some blankets for you and hagakure-san, ashido-san and uraraka-san gave me all their stuffed animals when they heard i was paying you a visit-” “but the blue star blanket and teardrop pillow are from fumi!! he brought them from home because he can't sleep without them!!” “DARK SHADOW!”

you only chuckled before breaking out in a cough again

aizawa came in some time after and had a hard time finding you under all the blankets and stuffies and even offered to tell the class to stop bothering you

but you just laid there all cozy and told him to let them be

“it's how he shows affection, it's nice”

monoma:

oh so the 1A student got sick??? huh??? I thought 1A was invincible hUUUUUUH??? *manic laughter*

coughs

anyways

so basically the two hero courses are more “in tune” after the joint training

they often have dinners together and it isn't rare to see kendo come over with monoma and tetsu^4

she came over to hang with the girls and tetsu had training sessions with kiri

nobody rlly knew why monoma tagged along though

all he did was spout about how average everything is for the “superior hero course”

he did secretly like the classes growing together more though

he'd sit on the couch with you and occasionally laugh about something else other than his team beating yours during joint training

one day he came in and didn't see you at your usual spot

“ehhhh??? where's the only tolerable person in this course??”

used to his lowkey insults deku pointed you out at the dinner table, head resting on your hand and looking over some homework

“y/n what are you- oh my god you look horrible”

“thanks monoma, you're as nice as ever”

your face was drained of any colour, eyes heavy lidded and you could barely control the pen that scribbled over the paper

he tried grabbing your wrist but pulled back immediately

you were way too hot and the fact that he noticed by grabbing your wrist meant that it was more than just a high fever

“is 1A that incompetent that they couldnt even notice their classmate falling sick??? can you guys do anything but trouble???”

“shut up monoma, we tried getting them to bed but they insisted on finishing up first and there's nothing in the world that can get y/n away from what they've put their head to”, kaminari yelled from the living room space

how were you gonna get anything finished if your head was falling off your shoulders if you didn't hold it up

class 1A really was incompetent

“sato-san, give me a hand”

sato, who was currently cooking up dinner, just held out his hand and some type of chocolate bar which monoma grabbed and ate up

“this is incredibly sweet, i don't know how you do it”

it's become like half a routine for monoma to copy quirks for whatever reason

kiri and tetsu used it to determine which quirk was handier

uraraka’s quirk made cleaning up after a game night easier

it was training for all of them

monoma could train his copy and the others could measure how much they've grown from his reaction to it

anyways

sato’s quirk kicked in and he lifted you up over his shoulder

“monoma!” you could barely lift your voice, faintly kicking

before you knew it he placed you on your bed in your dorm and sighed

“you're lighter than i thought”

“i think i'm gonna throw up”

so you hurled into your garbage can

monoma held back whatever there was to hold back

(he was very much disgusted but even he knew that this wasn't the time to let any type of negative emotion show)

“jolly gees y/n, what did you have for breakfast?!”

you laid in bed as he passed you a water bottle

“you need to drink something, you lost a lot of water”

“awe caring for me, monoma?”

“this is for general health, y/n. i would never as much as care for anyone, especially not a brat from 1A. who even knew that any of you could fall sick huh?! weren't you supposed to be superior to the rest of us??!”

he said all of that while putting a blanket on you and opening the window for fresh air

“god you 1A fools really are incompetent!”

he went into your bathroom and soaked a small towel in water

“i'm only doing this so you don't infect anyone. god you could cause an epidemic at UA and in the end 1b would fall victim to you as well! this is all just for the general well-being!”

you didn't even hear what he was saying anymore

with a half empty bottle next to your head, you slept peacefully

monoma let out a deep breath when he saw you

“i'd never care for anyone in 1A, i'm better than that…”

he whispered those words to himself

(he did care)

[cherryobx]

Up Up//JJ Maybank x reader

requested?: yes honey “okay this is gonna sound weird but could you do a fic w jj that just has the same vibe as the song Up Up by Sanddollar bc that's one of my favorite songs. like maybe them vibing on the beach or just having a fun day or somethin🥺 thank you🥰”

summary: just having fun with JJ on the beach

warnings: none, pure fluff, typos and bad grammar probably

WC: 853

(not my gif, creds to the owner!!!)

“JJ? What are you doing?” you sleepily asked, a bit mad that you had been woken up from your afternoon nap. JJ was running around his room, a backpack in his hands. He was throwing some random clothes and towels into it.

“We’re going to the beach. Duh!” he said like it was so obvious.

“Who’s we?” You sat up, rubbing your tired eyes and almost transporting to another galaxy (you know the feeling).

“Me and you, dumbass.” He zipped up his backpack and quickly leaning down to give you a peck on the lips.

“And where did this incredible idea come from?” you asked, emphasizing the word incredible. 

“I just want to spend time with you. That’s all.” 

“We literally just spent the entire day together.”

“I want to spend time with you ALONE. Just me and you. Not with the other pogues.”

That made you smile. You were always down to spend some time alone with your boyfriend. He was so fun to be around.

“Sure.”

So you got up from the bed and threw on one of JJ’s muscle shirts on top of your bikini. It was an unspoken rule that if you lived in the Outer Banks, you must always have swimwear on. You never knew when you needed to spontaneously go swimming, surfing, or even tanning.

“Hey, JB! Can we borrow the van?” JJ asked John B when you both entered the kitchen, seeing him standing there, a beer in his hand.

“For what?”

“We just want to go to the beach.”

“Okay, fine. But please keep it clean. I just cleaned it yesterday because JJ decided to make the whole van muddy. I don’t know how don’t ask me.”

“Sorry ‘bout that,” JJ laughed. John B threw him the keys and off you went.

You were blasting music on the way there and a song came on called “Up Up” by Sanddollar. It had such good summer vibes and you were both just jamming out. Looking over at JJ and seeing him happy made you smile like crazy. That boy deserved all the good things in life. He deserved to be happy.

After a few minutes of driving, JJ pulled over and you both got out of the van. He parked as close as possible to the shoreline. JJ took your surfboards down from the top of John B’s bus. He slung his backpack onto one of his shoulders and you started walking closer to the water.

You set your stuff down onto the sand and pulled off the shirt that you had on.

“Damn girl! You lookin’ fine as hell!” JJ basically shouted, making you giggle.

“Shut up!” you laughed and grabbed your board.

“You wanna race to the water?” he asked, smirking. “Are you ready to lose?” you replied with a question.

But of course, JJ won. It wasn’t a fair race though. Because like he was so much taller than you, which meant his legs were also longer than yours. And that meant he ran faster than you.

“It wasn’t fair! Your legs are longer than mine.” 

“Doesn’t matter, princess. I won.”

You surfed for a bit, but you weren’t taking it really seriously. You were doing some stupid and silly tricks to make JJ laugh. It was the most beautiful sound in the world. You could listen to it 24/7.

When you were beginning to grow tired and the sun was starting to set, you got out of the water.

And then you just sat on the sand, your head resting on JJ’s shoulder, looking at the sunset. His arm was around you, holding you close to him.

“Thank you, J.”

“For what?”

“For bringing me here today. I’m the happiest when I’m with you.”

“I could say the same.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too. More than you’d ever understand.”

“Oh, I think I understand,” you laughed, putting your hands onto his cheeks and pulling him in for a kiss.

“Do you want to dance?” he asked when you finally pulled away from the kiss.

“What? Dance? Here? Right now?” You looked at him in confusion.

“Yes.” He got up from where he was sitting beside you and headed towards the van, which luckily wasn’t far away.

He put on the music and then came back to you, giving you his hand to help you up. There were no other people there so it was just the two of you.

“Come on, Y/N! Let loose!”

So you danced with him. But of course, you couldn’t keep it serious and you both started doing weird and funny dance moves. You had so much fun. You forgot everything else and focused on this moment, on this boy foolishly dancing in front of you.

“You look so dumb right now.”

“So do you.”

The vibes were IMMACULATE. Nothing could compare to the feeling that you had at that moment. You really loved this with this boy with your whole entire heart. Truly, madly, deeply. You fell deeper in love with him every day. And there was nothing you could do about it.

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[uwuowotf2waslife]

Mercs reaction to coming back from a long away mission and finding out s/o had been cuddling into his left behind shirts/blankets bc it smelled like him and they missed him so much it was the only way they could sleep?

this isnt a headcanon, this is a canon if i ever saw one

Scout: my boy always gets extra exhausted after a mission, so he just gets into his& S/Os room and plops in the bed without looking,probably still in his work clothes. At some pointin the night, he will wake up to use the loo. Returning he sits down and feels something funny under his butt, it isnt soft like a bedsheet and it feels somewhat familiar. He scoops it up and inspects it..it feels excactly like one of his shirts...now,maybe...he searches with his hands a bit more and he feels more of his clothes like a blanket around you. His heart has officialy melted and he needs to contain himself from jumping onto you and hugging the light out of you.He will spoon you and kiss your shoulder, prepare to be drown in kisses and affection, he wont stop untill your or his bladder is about to burst

Soldier: he might be the messiest but he always cleans after finising a mission. After he has done a shower and scrub all that mud and blood from him , he puts a nice pair of pyjamas trousers and hes about to hit the bed when he releases you are on his bed- thats fine you have been together for a while and lowkey he loves to sleep next to you, your heartbeat lulls him-but you are holding onto something. He turns the light in the hallway and opens the door slighlty so he can look but it wont wake you. Its his jacket, the red one he ussualy wears to battle...congratulations, you are now his waifu material. He closes the light and carefully slips on the bed next to you, softly he pulls the jacket off you and snuggle you, he even gives you soft forehead kisses.

Pyro: they never take off their suit, only for bathing and they are sure to always have at least 2 spares in case something happens to the one their wearing.Their suits inside smells like hell, but they change it once the smell gets too much and bathe everyday with special soaps and make sure they wash their suits once everyday other day.So the one time they cant find their spare, they are having a mild panic attack. They are running up and down the base, trying to find it; it cant be gone, when they left for the mission they made sure they had a spare in their closet.They are about to hold Scout on gunpoint to confess but they have an idea, they havent looked at S/Os room. They drop Scoutand go to S/Os room...they see them all cuddled up with their spare...theyknow they should be angry, but they can’t. Their suit is like their skin,and seeing you cuddling it, it makes them sniffle a little. You missed them so much, you took one of their spares and risked to be burned to a crisp by them if they had a bad mindset that day just to be with them.They lock the door behind them and pull of their suit - something they do when you are alone- and gently rock you awake. You smile at them and pull them to lie with you on the bed and they oblige. Que soft make out with they rub circles on your arms and hands.

Engie: its very rare for him to go for missions, but when it happens it happens he guesses. He isnt that exhausted but his back hurts from being crouched all day so some lying down would do him some good. He opens his rooms doo and he yeets the goggles out of his eyes- you aresleeping on his bed wearning his flanel shirt and holding one of his shirts in your chest.He curses himself for not having a polaroid but damn hun, how can you be so damn cute? He undresses as fast and quiet he cans and softly scoots you over a bitso he can cuddle you...he has a funny idea and pulls one of the bundle of the shirts over him. He basically makes himself a lump covered with shirt and trousers. He pinches you so you wake up, look around mumble something and pulling the shirt lump closer you..but wait why is it heavy and why is it warm...you pull your face closer to look at it better and suddently two strong pair of arms come and hold you. You scream and almost jump off the bed but he keeps you there and peppers your face with suprose and swrry kisses.

Demo: after every succesfull mission, its a known fact that Demo gets plastered. So either Heavy or Soldier will yeet him on his bed because they want the sofa for themselves to watch a movie. S/O of course wakes up and holds him in a position where he is least likely to vomit or drool. During his sleep, they get more and more tangled together. He wakes up by a throbbing headacke and try to block the sun with the first thing his hand finds. You stir next to him and bring him some water and painkillers. He glups it down without even openinghis eyes and pulls you down for some more cuddles. Once the painkillers kick in he opens his eye and realises his been using his own shirt asa blindfold, so he throws it away and suprise, he is lying on and is tangled by his own clothes...was he that plastered? but you jus tsaid Heavy yeeted him here, so that means..aww you sweet lil bunny, he is pulling you in for a tight hug and gives you a soft kiss.

Heavy: he isnt that tired, but after so many hours in an airplane his legs hurt so much and no matter of stretches will help. He really needs to lie down. He knocks on the door and waits for a respond, you just mumble a ‘come in’ so he opens the door and steps inside. His heart explodes right here and there. You are the cutest thing he has ever seen in his entire life, all wrapped up in his sweater. He pulls you up and swings a bit, holding you against his chest, You mished old Misha so much you wore his clothes to sleep? Well, now ,from now youll sleep on Mishas chest to never miss him again.

Medic: he is about to collapse,so he does the only logical thing that comes to mind; wash his hands, take off his shoes and pass ou thappily oh his bed with his S/O by his side. He gets all comfy and hes about to spoon when he feels something different on  his S/O, that weirdly feels like one of his medical robes. He has a smug smirk on his face but he is way too tired to do anything silly so he rubs your shoulder and pulls you for a cuddle. You wake up and feel Medic sprawled on the bed next to you-hes a huge  blankethog-so you give him a small kiss and snuggle a bit closer only for him to pounce and get you under him. “ You missed me so much schwatz, now you can wear me too” he gives you small kisses on both the head and the nose.

Sniper: he is no stranger to missions, he always liked extra work- keeps his mind sharp and his aim even sharper, but hed be a liarif he said he didnt miss you...perhaps way more than you think. He even semi-jogs his way to his S/O room, because his heart is pounding so hard he feels its gonna pop out of his chest. His mind is full of insecurities, why the lights are closed, why you arent on the common room? maybe you gotbored of him, maybe you found...the trail of thought chokes him so much he doesnt see you on the bed...but holly molly, he takes of his glasses and desperately tries to find his polaroid in his bag and snap a few pics of you. You are his angel, so pure and wrapped in his trusted rugged flannel shirt. Once hes satisfied he pets your hair and rubs your cheek untill you wake up. Then he lies on top of you and gives you lots of kisses and soft nothings. You kiss him back and just drown in his affection.

Spy: its not uncommon for him to leave for missions here and there, more than the other mercs. He isnt that tired,but he needs a bit of a lying down after a long flight and barely enough nicotine to keep him sane. He leaves the dufflebag on one of his couch in his smoking room and gets in the shower. He wonders where you are, but figures maybe you have some work or you are out for errands or something. Once his done, he puts a new balaclava and hes about to go for a nice nap when he notices you sprawled up with one of his work suits snuggled on your chest. Call him soft, call him an old romantic dilf, but this dilf smiles from ear to ear. You missed him so much, you slept with his suit...he means that much to you? he really wants to wake you up with kisses but he decides to just light a cigarrete and absorb the view. Once hes done, he lies next to you and pulls the shirt away from you, and just wraps his limbs around you and lets you snuggle on his chest. You mumble his name and then just snuggle tighter, yeap his heart has shattered. He gives you a soft kiss on the crown of the headand mumbles some apologises.Please hold him, he is having a small breakdown.

[unsaidholland]

vintage, but feels brand new

reposted this bc the tags weren’t working!

i am finally getting this out omg! this is inspired by the bridge in come back home by arkells (great song, one of my favourites!)

warnings: the use of no-no words

being married to your best friend was one of the greatest things that you’ve ever experienced. after only being married for two and a half years, you had a little girl named bryana astrid holland. she had your complexion, eyes, and nose, but harry’s hair and lips. she was the most adorable curly, copper headed baby to ever grace your life, harry of course was a close second. now, at three years old she was one of the biggest blessings in yours and harry’s life.

the honeymoon phase never really ended completely for the two of you, but it was slowly dying out. the buzz of being newlyweds had ended, but the love you had for each other never ended. how could it? he was everything you could’ve ever dreamt of in a husband. he also was amazing with your daughter, which you loved about him. the soft harry that came out around bry was one of your favourites, sarcastic harry was a close second. you often found the two of them cuddled up on the couch together when it was nap time, and when you guys went out, her favourite place was on top of harry’s shoulders. he would do anything for his girls, and that’s one of the things you discovered about him after you guys got married. you always knew he was selfless and extremely dedicated to everything, but it took a different form when it came to your family.

as you were in the kitchen preparing dinner for the three of you, the tv was playing a show that bry loved. the sound of her giggles and her singing along with the songs filled the room. a smile appeared on your face as you continued to saute the vegetables.

harry said he would be home in time for dinner, but he had been filming his newest short film and you had a bit of a hunch that he wouldn’t be home for dinner. recently there weren’t family dinners. just you, bry, and an empty spot where harry should have been. it hurt, but you knew he was working hard. the perfectionist in him always made filming meticulous, but it was his passion. everyone understood that whenever harry was working, nothing was ever short of perfect. however, it was starting to take a toll on you.

you missed going to bed with him, not him crawling into bed when you’re already half asleep. you missed having dinner with him, not watching him have dinner when you were winding down for the night. you missed him being around to play with bry, not her asking when he was going to come home. you just missed him being there.

as you were about to finish cooking, your phone went off.

hi love, sorry i can’t make it for dinner. we’re redoing a few shots, they didn’t turn out the way they should have the first few times around. i’ll try not to be home late, i love you!

you were excited that he was supposed to be home for dinner, but a part of you knew that this text was going to come sometime later in the night. you texted back a simple, okay h, we’ll see you when you get home :) don’t overwork yourself, i love you. you wanted him to be home, but you couldn’t change his work, so you decided to push the sadness aside and enjoy the time you were going to spend with your daughter.

“bry! time for dinner bubba,” you called out into the living room. you put the food out on the table after setting it for the two of you. the sounds of her small, chubby feet hitting the hardwood floors was enough to make you feel better in an instant, but you knew that it would only be a temporary fix.

“where’s daddy? he workin’?” bry asked as she entered the room. your face softened at the slight disappointment on her face.

“it’s just you and me for dinner tonight bubba, i’m sorry.” bry’s face fell. she missed harry, you knew that, but there wasn’t anything you could do to make him come home instantly. “come on, let’s eat, yeah?” she nodded in agreement, climbing into her chair. you felt terrible for her being so let down that harry wasn’t at dinner, but you tried your best to make it up to her. “how about this, let’s eat dinner in the living room and watch a movie. what do you wanna watch?” her face lit up at the sudden change in dinner plans. for the past few days, dinners have been spent at the table with just the two of you, but the introduction of a movie and the subtraction of the kitchen somehow made it more exciting for the curly haired girl.

“mmmm, i wanna watch toothless!” the disappointment left her voice as she thought of the night fury.

“okay bubba! let’s get our food first, and then we can put on the movie, okay?” she carefully grabbed her plate from the table, and waddled over to the living room, putting her plate down on the coffee table and sitting down on the rug that lay below it. you followed in her steps, putting how to train your dragon on the tv, and sitting down beside her. “can i have a hug baby?” she gave you a hug, and you said a quiet “i love you” to her, one she didn’t hear over her own excitement.

as the movie finished, bry was already asleep, so you carried her to her room, laying her down in her bed. you placed a soft kiss on her forehead after tucking her in, closing the door behind you as you left the room. you went back to the living room to clean up the dishes the two of you left behind, and to pack up the leftover food that was sitting on the dining table.

the time your phone screen read 9:23 pm,  dinner was about three hours ago and harry still wasn’t home. you decided to begin unwinding for the night, heading to your bathroom to begin your skincare routine, then heading to your bedroom to put on a pair of shorts and one of harry’s t-shirts. a part of you wanted to lay in bed and put on a show before going to bed, but another part of you wanted to wait in the living room for harry to come home. deciding on the latter, you walked into the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water, then heading into the living room. you decided to watch the good place while waiting for your husband to get home from work. even though the show was on, your mind couldn’t help but focus on where he was.

•••

harry walked into the house quietly. it was 11:13 pm, but he didn’t intentionally come home that late. they just needed to get the perfect shot. he swore it was only going to take another hour or so, not five. he saw you sleeping on the couch, the glow of the tv being the main source of light filling the room. he walked over to you, squatted down, and placed a kiss on your forehead, causing you to stir. he waited for you to go back to sleep, but that never came. you opened your eyes  and groggily you said, “harry?”

“i’m here now love, i’m sorry i’m late,” harry’s apologetic tone was obvious, but it didn’t make up for the fact that his daughter was extremely let down that he didn’t go through with dinner plans that you both had made. you were upset, truthfully you were beyond upset, but you knew you were only upset because you missed him. you sat up, letting him sit on the couch beside you. you were turned so you were facing him. his jacket still on, but unzipped, hat abandoned somewhere.

“did you get the shot you wanted?” your five years of marriage plus the three and a half years of dating prior to getting married made you able to read him like a book. he wanted to tell you about work today and pretend everything was okay, but you weren’t okay. harry, too blinded by his own excitement, proceeded to tell you about the shot and how perfect it had turned out. he went on about how nathan his cameraman kept messing up and going too fast at times and too slow at others. he talked about how the actors’ chemistry was too much at times, which wouldn’t make sense when you watched it back given the storyline. he talked about everything that happened that day. you watched as his eyes lit up, and how his body language immediately changed.

he realized near the end of his story that something was wrong. you weren’t as excited as you usually were. “darling, what’s on your mind?” he asked. he searched your eyes for an answer, but they were filled with an odd mix of pride, anger, and disappointment.

“you weren’t at dinner tonight.” the single statement was enough for him to start piecing everything together, but before he could open his mouth to let an apology roll out, you continued. “bry was really disappointed you know. she really misses having you around. i know that this is your job and your passion, but h we’re your family. we need to spend time with you too.” you looked down at your hands and started fiddling with the wedding ring that sat on your ring finger. “i really, really miss you h.”

“is that what this is about? that i wasn’t at dinner?” he asks. when you look up at him, all you see is his face twisted in confusion. “don’t you want me to work?” you scoff. he’s clearly not getting it, you think. as your eyes roll in annoyance, harry begins to see red. “what now, i don’t fucking get it.”

“yeah, clearly.” the sarcastic remark burned on your tongue as you spit it out. having enough of this, you get up and walk to your shared room but not before saying, “your dinners on the island, just reheat it.”

soon enough you found yourself alone in the king-sized bed. the white duvet was pulled up over your legs, the end of it sitting above your waistline. your laptop sat on top of your thighs as you aimlessly scrolled through pinterest. your mind wasn’t focused on the aesthetically pleasing photos, but rather on how harry couldn’t understand that his family missed and needed him. as what felt like hours passed, harry finally entered your room. he closed the door behind him and went straight to his closet to grab a pair of sweatpants for him to sleep in. as he was getting undressed, the silence filled the room, being louder than it should have been.  

harry sat on his side of the bed, pulling the covers up and over his legs, then beginning to read a book that was left on his nightstand. his brown eyes gazed over the pages. like you, his mind wasn’t focused on the words that were on the page, but rather the ones that left your lips. how could she say something like that? she knows my work is important to me, he thought.

“how could i say something like that? harry, you haven’t even been home for dinner for the past week! you haven’t been here to put our child to bed, who by the way, always asks me when you’re gonna spend time with her. i know your work is important to me, and i’m not saying it shouldn’t matter, but i’m saying you need to learn how to give yourself to us and work at the same time.” you said, shutting the laptop. his thoughts weren’t supposed to leave his head, but now they were out in the open. you both were grateful that he had broken the silence, even if he didn’t realize that he had.

“are you kidding me? who the fuck do you think is putting the food on the table? you’re still on maternity leave and we know damn well that money covers all the bills so don’t even try to act like you’re doing more than me.” you were looking at him, and he was turned so he was facing you. “whenever i’m around i give all my time to you and to bry, so why are you even complaining?” he let out a scoff, one that infuriated you more than you already were. you turned so you were facing him, but moved back towards the foot of the bed so you weren’t right next to him.

“i honestly can’t believe that when i say your fucking daughter misses you all you retaliate with is how much money you make.” you got up, grabbing your phone and a book. “i’m sleeping in the guest room because you’re acting like a child right now.” harry stood up and met you as you walked around the bed towards the door.

“don’t just leave when we’re actually talking about this, what the fuck!” he exclaimed. his volume was rising unintentionally, but he was still sure to try and not wake bryana who was sleeping in her room down the hall. you tossed your stuff gently onto the bed.

“fine, you want to talk? let’s talk then. you leave every day at 8:30 am, bry wakes up at 7. you spend about an hour and a half with her, then leave and don’t even come back until it’s around eleven pm. this happens every fucking day harry. i bring her to school every morning and all she asks me is, ‘is daddy gonna be home for dinner today?’ and all i can say to her is i hope so. don’t act like we don’t appreciate what you’re doing for us.” you’re looking at him in the eyes now and all you can see is anger. harry is filled with rage, but what you don’t see is that he is determined to win this argument.

you continued anyways, “do you enjoy having dinner alone when your wife and kid are upstairs sleeping? ‘cause we sure as hell don’t like having dinner with your seat empty. and i-” harry was quick to cut you off.

“literally just shut the fuck up for thirty seconds and let me speak.” you were shocked. not once has a fight between the two of you escalated this far or gotten this heated. “i fucking work hard for our family and however many kids we’re going to have, okay? i’m sorry i’m not always around when i’m working, but you knew when you married me that i give my all to whatever project i’m working on.” he stopped to rub his face with his hand. tears were welling up in your y/e/c eyes, but that didn’t stop either of you from continuing. “i love you and i love our family, but i have a job and a career that makes me have long workdays at times and not have worked at all other days. you just have to accept that.”

harry’s tone softened when he saw you fighting back tears, though he wasn’t going to give in. but then you choked back a sob, and he immediately let his defence fall. he pulled you into his bare chest, wrapping his arms around you. as much as you wanted to refuse his touch, you couldn’t. the bedroom was only lit by the lamps that sat on each nightstand and the moonlight, and as the two of you stood there you wondered how you were so lucky to be with harry. yes, you were still technically in the middle of a fight, but somehow you both felt as if there was some common understanding that was reached as soon as the tears fell.

“you know i never meant to attack you like that?” you asked. “i just want you to spend more time with us when you can,” you said, feeling guilty about all the words you said to him. they weren’t particularly nasty perse, they just came out too hostile. “i’m really sorry baby.” you looked up into his brown eyes to see him staring back at you. the anger that once clouded them was replaced with soft love, that’s all he felt when he saw you.

“i’m sorry too bub. i swear i’ll be home for dinner tomorrow night. don’t tell bry, i wanna surprise her.” after planting a soft kiss to the top of your y/h/c hair, his hands went up under your shirt to rest on your waist, wanting to be closer to you. nothing was fully resolved just yet, but at least the two of you could go to bed that night without being angry with each other.

the next morning, you had woken up to an empty bed. the sun had already risen, and as you looked at the clock that sat on the wall opposite to your bed, you saw that it was past seven am. you had woken up late. you immediately checked your phone, already freaking out about your alarm not going off. you didn’t have time to prepare lunches and breakfast for everyone if you wanted to have a morning shower, nor did you have the time for yourself that you reserved every morning when you did your morning skincare just a little bit slower than you should have.

as you were about to get out of bed, the door opened to reveal harry and bryana. harry was holding a wooden tray, breakfast sat on top of it with either a cup of tea for both you and harry.

“what’s this?” you ask, confused as to what you did to deserve this. it was a normal saturday, there wasn’t any special occasions coming up, and it wasn’t like you and harry were yelling at each other less than twelve hours prior.

“it’s breakfast in bed mumma! we’re having breakfast in your bed!” you knew the confusion was painted onto your face, but as you looked at your husband a soft smile appeared on your face.

“well come on then! get over here you two,” you said as your arms opened up for bry to come cuddle you. she ran and hopped up onto the bed, harry following behind her, careful not to spill anything. he placed the tray down in the middle of the bed, it had three plates on it, all of them had scrambled eggs, a piece of buttered toast cut on the diagonal, and some strawberries and blueberries on the side. he sat down beside you and leaned in to give you a kiss. you met him halfway despite your morning breath. “before we eat, i’m gonna go brush my teeth okay?” you asked bry, and she nodded in agreement, already munching down on her toast.

you came back from the bathroom to see bry starting to eat some scrambled eggs, half of her toast was gone. harry was putting his tea down on a coaster that sat on the wooden nightstand on his side of the bed. you sat down in between him and bry, on your side of the bed, and took a sip of the tea that he made you. bry had a cup of orange juice that sat on the tray that she reached for.

once bryana was done with her breakfast, she ran off to her room to play with her toys and to get dressed for the day leaving you and harry alone. you and harry had taken photos of the breakfast arrangement prior to her leaving, but you still wished she had stayed. there wasn’t much left for the three year old to do but go and play.

“thank you for this.” a smile appeared on both of your faces, ones that harry wanted to savour and remember forever, so he took his phone out and took a selfie of the both of you.

“anything for you, my love.” he didn’t need to say more for you both to know that this was an apology breakfast, a breakfast that told you he was going to try and divide himself up more whenever he was working on a project.

the almost half an hour that the two of you spent together before getting ready to fully start the day made the butterflies stronger. the love that you had for each other only seemed to grow if that was even possible. though the marriage was a little bit vintage, it still felt brand new.

[cafedanslanuit]

RFA + Saeran during the quarantine

I had posted this a while ago but deleted it. It’s up again, hope you like it! Remember to stay safe during this time. Also, please keep in mind it’s okay not be okay during this global health crisis. There isn’t just one way to deal with it, take your time <3

trigger warning: mentions of anxiety.

Yoosung

oh, this boy is scared

like, legit scared

he started isolating himself way before it was mandatory and washing his hands

plays his videogames to stop thinking about it. and it works really well until you have to stay home as well and now he discovered being with you is even more comforting

yoosung is totally okay with the quarantine btw, he could stay for days in his room and it’d be fine

it’s the idea of you, his friends or family getting sick that frightens him

you take him out of his room to do some exercises in the living room once in a while, to help both of you keep active

Zen

okay i’m actually worried about him

he does exercise regularly and since you’re living with him, he’s been eating healthier so he’s not exactly in a risk group

but he���s an actor

and all of the productions have shut down

he has savings, so he’s not going to go into bankrupt but it has seriously affected his economy

you are working from home, so you try to tell him it’s going to be okay, you’re in this together

but he’s not handling these news well. he’s really sad about it.

every time you’re not working, you try to cheer him up. you practice some lines with him so he keeps his routines, work out with him (even if you always end up sore, but if it makes him happy, so be it), and do movie marathons that end up in sweet kisses

he’s not really in the mood to wake up the beast but it’s okay. you just want him to feel better

you pamper him with kisses and homemade food all day, everyday

Jaehee

baehee is ready for everything

she’s not into physical contact so she’s okay with saying her hellos and goodbyes from afar

you’re the exception and will always be

she’s working from home and has a nice schedule

finds she has more time now that she works from  home and doesn’t have to do extra activities for Jumin

is pretty well informed about the outbreak. she doesn’t panic. she doesn’t hoard toilet paper or food.

in fact, she’s the one that calms you down when she starts getting agitated

loves working on her laptop with you reading by her side or taking a nap

bought vitamins for her an mc and they’re taking them just so you can feel better about their health

Jumin

Jumin’s first concern was if cats could get sick. once he was told animals couldn’t catch it, he felt a little bit relieved. most of his clients said it was just a bad flu, so he had nothing to worry about.

that was until Jaehee told him it wasn’t like that. and that one of the risk groups was people with respiratory conditions

like you and your asthma

C&R closed the very same day. He would be paying his employees all their benefits and most of them could work from home. The ones that couldn’t would still get their pay at the end of the month. 

Jumin had the apartment so cleaned up it was almost sterile

he even bought a nebulizer.

“honey, my asthma hasn’t gone that bad in ages, we don’t need one”

he also works from home, just to keep tabs with everything going on in C&R

is very afraid of you having caught the virus somewhere. even if they went on lockdown, what if you caught it elsewhere days ago?

you calm him down, assuring him you feel fine and since they took all the measures, they will be okay

Elizabeth the 3rd is the happiest because both you and Jumin are home all day long

i’m so sorry but jumin bought food for a whole month, you try to tell him it’s not necessary but he’s worried as fuck, okay?

at first, Jumin works basically all day long and locks himself in his home office

one time you visit him in his office, Elizabeth the 3rd in your arms, and you tell him you both miss him. that he should also use this time to rest a bit and spend time with his wife

jumin and you talk every night with a glass of wine, looking outside the huge window of his living room (without opening it, he’s stil a bit scared) and making plans when everything comes to an end

Seven

you are the one who’s worried sick because he doesn’t eat well, doesn’t sleep well so his defenses must be on the floor

he takes it lightly and send you tons of memes about the virus

“coronavirus can’t kill me bc i died the day jumin took elly away from me”

saeyoung, no

one day, you break down and cry

he stops at the moment

you tell him how worried you are for him, that you would lose it if he got sick because of how much he means to you. that he needs to eat better and have better habits

so he makes a compromise and starts eating better. he even tries and cooks for the both of you once

like yoosung he’s normally on lockdown except on unique occasions, so he doesn’t get stressed about not going out

but you get stressed about not going out, so he invents games and scavenger hunts around the house so you both can have fun <3

Saeran

has to close the flower shop

he gets really worried because you’re on lockdown and he can’t go and water his plants. you tell him you both could go and spent the quarantine there, but he tells you it’s not a good idea to sleep around plants

it’s not a complete lockdown, but the order is to only leave the house for food or medicines, so going there to take care of his plants daily is not an option

he feels sad about it, even if he doesn’t say so

the day before the lockdown, you surprise him bringing some of his favorite plants to the house. you can keep them in the balcony for this time

he’s so happy

you spend the days watching movies together, taking naps and you also decide to teach him how to cook your favorite dishes. he teaches you how to prepare some desserts as well

snuggling close is the best and now that you can do it for even longer periods of time makes you really happy

you both are a little bit worried about everything that’s going on, but you make sure to keep in touch with other people

you drag saeran to videocalls with other rfa members

he’s not amused

but he really likes when you’re listening to Yoosung talk, or watching how Zen and Jumin keep bickering while taking his hand in yours and idly placing a kiss on it, while everyone’s watching

seven always makes “awww” noises but he just ignores him even tho it does make him really happy