#or like why wouldn’t u be more upset that now you’re gonna have a harder time rationing cause someone’s got two mouths to feed now

[favroitecrime]

i don’t go to the yellowjackets fandom actually so correct me if i’m wrong but if IIIIIII were barely surviving and was throwing a fit over one (there’s a 100% chance there’s more btw) person not helping but then i also find out someone is pregnant, my priority would shift from murder and cannibalism to questioning why you’d choose to still be pregnant actually

[kisses4kaia]

burning desire - simon “ghost” riley

summary : your lieutenant is tired of your attitude, and you’re tired of his arrogance. what happens when the tensions collide?

warnings : nsfw under the cut, mdni. - unprotected p in v, hate fucking, lots and lots of tension, swearing, creampie, and angst. please let me know if i missed any

a/n : you guys already know i fucking love enemies to lovers c’mon nowww 🤤 anyway yea this was just me indulging myself bc he’s all i think about. plz enjoy and reblog if u did !!

“yeah, well you’ve just got your panties in a twist because you know it was your fault,” you muttered under your breath.

frankly, you were exhausted. everyone was. the last mission was a bust, and it was all because ghost absolutely refused to leave you behind, despite it breaking protocol.

you were now the only two in his office, everyone else having gone home already, filling out the required report on the mission. his large frame stood tall, looming over your sat position.

he scoffs and looks down to glare daggers at you. “oh, i’m sorry, y/c/s, would you have preferred i left you for dead?”

you roll your eyes, not wanting to upset the lieutenant more than you already have, desperately wanting to go home and sleep.

“fuck off, ghost.”

“what was that?”

“i said, fuck off, ghost!” you were now yelling, standing up and letting the clipboard in your lap fall to the ground.

he laughs, fucking laughs, and gets so close to you you can feel his breath through his balaclava on your face. you feel so warm and tense with rage and you almost miss the fluttery feeling in your lower belly.

almost.

“oh, you think you’re so fucking tough, eh? you think your actions don’t have consequences? well, princess, they do; and i don’t know why no one has taught you that lesson yet, but it looks like it’s gonna have to be me who does.” his gaze is intense, his voice low and serious. this time, you definitely don’t miss the way his words shoot directly to your core.

but you were never one to give yourself up so quickly, you wouldn’t be as highly ranked as you are if you did.

“well, lieutenant, good fucking luck,” was all you said, and you smirk. the words hang in the air for a moment, daring ghost to act. his eyes flash between yours, trying to find the last bit of control, restraint.

and the moment he sees your eyes narrow, preparing to announce your victory, his balaclava is lifted just above his mouth and his lips are on yours, swallowing the words down and taking on the challenge.

his tongue fights for dominance, tongue sliding across your lower lip, but you fight and decide to play dirty, pressing your knee against the growing bulge in his pants, causing his mouth to open in a deep moan.

your tongue is quick to find purchase inside his mouth, grabbing the back of his neck and lifting yourself onto your tippy toes.

the kiss is full and passionate and hot and you cannot get close enough to him. “take your fucking clothes off,” you practically growl with impatience and despair.

he didn’t think his cock could get any fucking harder at your words and tone in which they were spoken.

ghost didn’t say anything but pulled away shortly to unzip the many zippers and rip velcro and toss all the tactical gear on his torso onto the ground, paying careful mind to the concealed weaponry stored in secret sewn-in hiding spots.

his head is clouding, his pupils dilating as a result and he can’t recall the fleeting moments in between then and now. you’re sat on his desk, legs naked and parted and he’s lining his cock up with your entrance while your chest heaves up and down in anticipation.

as his thick cock prods your entrance, you gasp at the stretch, ghost letting out a low groan.

“so tight,” you swear you hear him mutter under his breath. his pace is relatively restrained at first, but you can tell he’s holding out on you. it’s for your sake, probably, but you just can’t help tempting him, pushing him, just to see what happens.

“that’s all you got, lieutenant? c’mon, i thought you’d be a better fuck than this,” you goad, a bit apprehensive because you’ve seen how ruthless he can be in the field, and taunting him was probably going to leave you handicapped for the next couple of days.

but you needed it. lord, you needed it.

ghost growls before suddenly pulling out of your warm walls, making you gasp at the sudden emptyness. he turns you around and bends you over the desk, quickly slamming into you and setting a merciless pace.

his gloved hands were glued to your hips, whispering all kinds of degrading things to you, and also to himself.

“dirty fucking slut. provoking me so i could fuck you hard, isn’t that right, princess? bloody brat, bet you’re just waiting for me to fill you up with my kids, eh?”

his words spurred you on and you became so fucking needy.

you’re getting so close, so fucking close, but out of the blue, he stops. you whimper at the lack of friction and beg him to keep going but he stays unmoving.

“you want it so bad? fuck yourself on this cock then, eh?” you can practically hear the fucking smirk on his face.

you whine, but need to feel your release so bad to the point where you don’t even protest, just start moving your hips back to meet his, over and over, trying to mimick the unrelenting speed he had earlier set.

he mutters “fucking hell,” under his breath before moaning, borderline whimpering, and moving his hands back to your hips to take the work off of your shoulders.

you sigh a breath of relief but it is quickly overtaken by a pornagraphic moan as you felt your release nearing.

“gonna cum? do it, fucking cum all over my dick, princess,” he’s egging you on, snaking his gloved hand around your body and onto your clit, drawing fast circles.

the moment you feel the pleasure, you clench tightly around ghosts hard member and cum all over it, your arousal causing a creamy ring to form around his base, as well as staining the cargo pants still caught around his lower thighs.

his own climax is met soon after, dumping his load inside your tight pussy.

ghost leans down, pressing his chest to your back and kissing you on the cheek.

“have you decided to lose that attitude yet?”

[h4rring1on]

could u do readers parents getting mad at reader cuz she got a b on her test instead of an a? and eddie finds her crying and comforts her abt it

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings: ig readers parents being a bit mean, eddie being a sweetheart!!

a/n: i feel like i overdid it bro THIS ONE SUCKS ISTG

a lot of people thought it was quite odd that you dated eddie, considering you had the highest grades in school, you followed all of the rules, and your reputation was far better than eddie’s, that’s for sure.

you always managed to maintain those grades, always getting straight A’s, making your parents proud since they weren’t that proud of the choices you make in your dating life with eddie.

you had an exam today, as usual, you studied long and hard, putting all your focus into it. after doing it, you felt sort of uneasy, but your friends told you it was gonna be fine and that you always get an A.

when you got that exam back, you froze in your place.

a B??? no, how could this happen? you always get an A, how could you get a B!

you were oddly quiet the rest of the day, eddie tried to cheer you up, not really knowing what’s going on, but it didn’t work.

once you got home, you walked slowly to your parents, the fear of rejection hitting you the closer you got to them. they always expect an A, how could they be feeling about this, you wonder.

you showed them the grade, biting your lips in fear. they both looked at you, a look of disappointment and annoyance in their face

“m-most of the class got a B too…” you tried to defend

“but you’re not most of the class, are you now?” your mother raised an eyebrow

“do better” your dad said

“but I studied so hard—“

“I don’t wanna hear it!” your mother snapped, “this—“ she held the paper up, “this is not what we expected. this is disgraceful. it’s all because of that stupid edward you’ve been with. i told you he’s nothing but bad news ”

“you don’t know how much i focused—and eddie’s not stupid—“

“you’re grounded.” your father said, “we expect you to do better, be better. you’ve disappointed us, what will people think when they see that our kid is an idiot!”

“w-what?” you said, your face softening in sadness

“only stupid people get a B. do this again and there will be even more consequences!” your father yelled right in your face

you nodded your head in silence, and walked towards your room, closing the door, the tears already starting to run down your cheeks.

you were never good at keeping steady when you’re being yelled at, how could they not realize how hard you study everyday? how you focus and keep your grades in check, why do they have to act like this?

you cried until it was dark out, you couldn’t even see eddie today.

suddenly, you flinched to the sound of knocking at your window, you slowly opened it, seeing eddie climb in.

“hey…” he said in a comforting tone, pulling you closer to him as you cried, “haven’t heard from you after school, what’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“i got a B on my exam today” you cried

he lightly chuckled, “that’s amazing!” he said in a proud tone

you let go of him and looked at him shyly, “it is?”

“of course it is! what’s made you so sad about it, sweet thing?” he said as he wiped your tears

“my parents grounded me…said i was an idiot and stupid and disgraceful” you said, crying harder, he hugged you again

“that’s awful” he said in a sad tone, he didn’t exactly like your parents. they always bashed you for every single thing and you tried your hardest for them, but they never saw the good in you. it ached eddie, he wished they could see just how proud you make them.

“don’t listen to them, okay?” he said as he stroked your hair, “you’re absolutely perfect and smart and beautiful, it’s sad they don’t see it, sweets.”

“really?” you said as you looked at him

“of course really! i don’t wanna see you upset again, okay?”

eddie was right, if only your parents saw you for you, and not your grades, or reputation, or anything else, you wouldn’t have to carry such pressure on your shoulders. but at least you had eddie, he always knew how to make you feel better.

[thebeautyoffanfics]

Idk if you already made this but Hanako, Kou and mitsuba jealous Hcs with their girlfriend that is quite popular among the students pls? thank u!!

hanako x f!reader, kou minamoto x f!reader, mitsuba sousuke x f!reader

a/n: sure thing!! No worries, I haven’t made it yet :D you’re so very welcome, and thank you so much for requesting!! I love jealousy headcanons tho I don’t think I’ve ever written them? I hope these turn out alright, and I’m so sorry for the time this took!

warnings: jealousy?

word count: 1,936

Hanako <3

Oh boy- can I do anything but wish you luck?

Hanako is already a fairly clingy and jealous guy, that’s practically canon. He’ll stand between you when you’re talking to anyone, and I mean aaaaanyone. He just can’t risk losing you!

(It’s got a whole lot to do with his insecurities, of course- while he wouldn’t admit it, not wanting to drop his “ah? I’m just an innocent little boy, free of issues and perverted thoughts <3” attitude, he does struggle a lot. He’s a ghost, a murderer, and imperfect in more ways than those. You’re popular for a reason. You’re so pretty, so kind, so lovable- you’re alive, and probably have morals. What are you doing with a dead murderer?)

Wow, ANYWAY- we’re here for jealousy, not Hanako’s issues, though they will probably resurface shortly.

Seeing everyone around you… always wanting your attention, always complimenting you…

You deserved it! He thought all of those positive things and more-! But… at this point, so many people admiring you, why were you still with him?

Even if you explain to him constantly that you love him dearly, and wouldn’t leave him for anyone else, he still gets somewhat possessive. Eventually putting the “but why does (Y/N) still love me,,” aside, he just wants others to keep their hands off you :((

It’s no fault of yours, and he acknowledges that! But it’s the fault of others getting so close to you >:((

Though they can’t see him, when people go up to you, talking joyfully- he’s standing there, arms wrapped around you, head on your shoulder as he glares daggers into their souls.

BRO IF SOMEONE FLIRTS WITH YOU OR TOUCHES YOU??

You’ve never seen him super angry, much less murderous. He doesn’t want you to see him that angry normally- but holy moley is he about ready to beat someone.

Yet, he’s still just a ghost- plus if he did something Teru would exorcise him, booooo. So, he settles for continuing to glare, standing between the two of you, hitting their arm if it’s resting on your shoulder. Once again, they’re completely unaware of it, but you aren’t!

“Hanako, you know I won’t leave you for them. They’re a classmate, I barely know them, really.”

“But they want to know you. And I don’t want them to know you… they’re gonna try and take you from me, (Y/N)!”

“I won’t let them take me, you big dummy. So, if you could please let go of me so I can get back to class?”

“No :((“

Not only does he cling to you, of course- though he hugs you bunches and squishes your face just because you’re cute- you can also expect a lot of kisses. Ranging from quick “hey, I’m here, and please don’t choose someone else over me”, “hey, my kisses are better than theirs!! Here’s proof!”, “you’re my girlfriend, not theirs, and if they keep treating you like you aren’t taking I’m going to stabby stabby (but I can’t stab cos Teru’s here, but I would if it wasn’t upsetting)”, etc, etc. It’s… almost strange how easy it is to understand what he means from the way he kisses you- but, I digress!

Overall, he gets jealous fairly easily, and gets very clingy when jealous. He’s not amazing with words, so he wants to show you that he loves you with actions!! However, those actions, more often than not, end up just being… clinging to you, and glaring at people who try to get too close to you.

(RIP Akane, Kou, and Nene for bearing witness to you walking around the school with a visibly angry Hanako. Though the worst the others get is the feeling that someone is staring at them, they get to witness his jealousy from off to the side.)

Kou Minamoto <3

He’s nearly completely opposite from Hanako, actually! He doesn’t get jealous very often, trusting you to actually tell him if something were wrong in the relationship. And, when he does get jealous, he does his best to not show it.

He’s not fond of being jealous. It makes him feel like he’s betraying you…? Like him being jealous is the same as him saying that he doesn’t trust you. But, similarly to Hanako, he trusts you. He just doesn’t trust others quite as much. Not with his very cute and very pretty and very sweet girlfriend :((

While it takes a lot to get him jealous, two things that really can make his temper cut short are (similarly to Hanako) when someone outright flirts or touches you. Especially if they touch you and the two of you aren’t at least friends-

If someone flirts, he’s going to casually slip into the conversation, if he wasn’t there already. A quick “hey, (Y/N)! Wait, sorry, I didn’t realize you were talking-“, then he’ll stand next to you, grabbing your hand lightly. One thing about Kou is, he does his best to be gentle all the time! Even when he’s jealous, he’d never ever hurt you intentionally-!!

If someone’s touching you, he’ll hop into the conversation as he does when someone flirts, adding a “I need your help with something, when you can.” This time, or any time really, if you’re uncomfortable you can use it as an excuse to get away!! Kou’s got your back!!!

If it’s been a day where people just constantly seem to be needing your attention, he’ll start to let his jealousy get to him a bit. It’s not even that some people like your attention- heck, he gets it! He likes having your attention as well. It’s more that… they constantly need your attention. Someone always needing something, even when he just wanted to have a conversation with you :((

In that case, he’ll be slightly clingy, and slightly pouty. Almost like a young child. His lips will be pouted slightly, eyes looking a bit lower to the ground than usual. His hand will be secured in yours, and your shoulder will be lightly pressed against his.

“Kouuu, tell me what’s wrong~,” You spoke, poking his cheek with your index finger. When he was like this, it was easy to tell he was embarrassed about whatever he was pouting over, and not upset over something too serious. It was the perfect time to mess with him.

His face would flush as it usually did- and he’d look away, pouting a bit harder as his eyebrows furrowed slightly. “It’s nothing, (Y/N), really.”

“You’re pouting. Come on, now, you really can tell me. I promise I won’t think of you any less!”

“…it’s just… well- well, seeing all those people around you all day, and I couldn’t really… even get to talk to you. You even had to leave early during lunch-! I’m not angry or anything- it’s dumb, it’s dumb, really-“

“Awwwwh, Kou! Don’t be jealous, sweetheart! It’s not dumb, I actually find it sweet. You know I’d choose you over any of those people. I’d much rather spend time with you than them, but it’s not exactly easy to say no… but, if it makes you feel bad, I’ll make sure they know that, at least, lunch is off-limits.”

“Y-you don’t have to, but… that’s up to you.” (AKA “I want you to, but I don’t want you to feel obligated to do something just for my sake.”)

Overall! Kou’s going to be a sweetheart, even when (not very often) jealous. He doesn’t want you to think he’s silly or not trusting of you when he does get jealous- so he does his best to hide it? Still, he fails, since he can’t help but want to be at least a little closer to you!! Plus the way he pouts- he’s easily read in most situations, and that type is no different.

Mitsuba Sousuke <3

Ahh, where to begin… I suppose the same way I’ve been beginning the other two-

Mitsuba is… a complicated jealous boy? He gets jealous rather easily- and… doesn’t admit it, but makes it painfully obvious. He thinks he isn’t being obvious, but it’s practically plain as daylight.

As he does all things, he masks his jealousy in insults at first! Making his way into whatever conversation or interaction your having, offering an ‘uninterested’ “what’re you doing?” After that, he criticizes every little thing the other person does- his levels of mercy depending on how much the person deserves it.

A quick question? Minimum amount of insults. Maybe one, two if they drag it out.

Just having a normal conversation? More than a short question, but not an excessive amount. If they drag it out too long, the insults go up.

Flirting? Lays the insults on THICK. Plus, after a moment, an annoyed and rather cocky sounding: “why haven’t you gotten lost already? Can’t you see I’m (Y/N)’s boyfriend? You idiot. Moron. Pervert. Who talks to a taken girl like that??”

Touches you? Doesn’t even happen. They reach for you, and he’s smacking their hand away. “Idiot. What right do you have to touch my girlfriend?? That’s invasive. Gross. You’re so weird, trying to put your sticky little hands on her.”

But! If it’s a situation he can’t interfere with, be it because he’s dead and the other person’s alive, or in which the people needing your attention goes on for too long- he enters Sulky Mitsuba Mode.

Don’t get me wrong, Sulky Mitsuba is still full of insults, just… sad. In those times, as a ghost, he can’t help but wonder if you’re content in the relationship. Look at you… popular with other students- other students who could leave the school, buy you things, and such. He was a cute ghost, but he was a ghost. He wasn’t even really Mitsuba- he wasn’t the classmate you once knew. How hard was it for you? Yet, you gave it your best to get to know him again-

Luckily, Mitsuba has the ability to tell himself “if (Y/N) did that much for me, she must at least care.” However, it won’t get rid of all his doubts- and he’ll still sulk once you finally catch up with him.

“Hey, Mitsuba! Sorry, I’ve been busy!”

“Mh? Have you? I’ve barely even noticed you were gone.”

Terrible acting skills, Mitsuba. He looks annoyed, his voice sounds uninterested, but… it’s still somehow easy to see through his little act. He’s jealous, and you’re bound to be aware of it.

Take a seat next to him, and he’ll scoot away. Be patient- when he’s jealous, it’s like approaching a stray cat. No sudden movements or you’ll scare him away!

“I’m sorry, Mitsuba. I know I’ve been caught up today, and I’m really sad that I haven’t seen you much until now. Did you have anything you wanted to do? I’m all yours now!”

“Tch, whatever. I don’t have anything I want to do, so just leave it be.”

Ah… do I even have to mention that he’s stubborn. Apologize a bit, he’ll dismissively forgive you, and go from there. Lighthearted conversation, asking him about his day, talking about yours- slowly move closer to him, and! Next thing you know, his heads on your shoulder as he rants about something that happened.

Overall, Mitsuba does get jealous rather easily! He’s stubborn as always, partnered with his insults constantly ready to be fired- it’s interesting when he gets jealous. He never outright admits that he trusts you, and doesn’t consider much more than “I’m feeling a bit jealous since this person keeps taking (Y/N)’s attention, but he’d never put the blame on you. Just… like I said, be patient, and don’t get too offended.

[wizardimagines]

study help, draco x reader

pairing: draco malfoy x reader word count: 2.4k summary: harry offers you some help studying. you didn’t expect the rumours to spread so quickly, especially not to your boyfriend. a/n: this is heavily inspired by a tiktok i saw, so credit to whoever made that tiktok !! writing this one really broke my heart, so u guys better enjoy it ! also if there’s any errors, my bad. please request something, thank u for reading !                                        -----------------------------------

Your sixth year at Hogwarts was getting tough. You had a lot of classes you needed to pass, and it wasn’t exactly easy. So when you needed help with your classes,it was obvious that you would ask your dear friend Hermione for some help. Hermoine was known for doing amazing in school and she always helped you out when you needed it. ‘’Hermione!’’ You called out as you spotted the brown haired girl walking down the halls. She quickly turned around and a small smile spread across her lips as she spotted you. ‘’Y/N!’’ She smiled as she started walking towards you. She pulled you into a tight hug before smiling. ‘’How are you doing?’’ She asked you while taking a steadier grip of the books she was holding in her arms. You let out a small sigh before speaking. ‘’I’m doing alright I suppose,’’ You answered with a small smile on your lips. ‘’School’s getting tough.’’ She nodded as a response as she studied the books you were holding in your hands. ‘’Astronomy?’’ She asked before looking up at you again. You nodded and looked down at the book you were holding. ‘’It’s really taking a toll on me.’’ 

Hermione always passed every class with the highest grade. She was the main reason why you even managed to pass any of your classes last year, and she was most likely to be the reason why you passed every class this year as well. ‘’I understand, it really isn’t easy, is it?’’ Hermione said, shaking her head. You shook your head as well, a small smile starting to spread on your lips. ‘’But that's why I have you, am I right?’’ You smirked at her, making the brown haired girl in front of you giggle. ‘’And speaking of you saving me from failing all my classes, are you free tonight? I could really use some help.’’ You asked, giving her the puppy eyes. She laughed before lightly hitting you in the arm. ‘’You know I can’t say no when you make that face!’’ She exclaimed. ‘’But sadly, I have to decline your offer today Y/N.’’ She added. ‘’C’mon Hermione! How come?’’ You begged. ‘’I myself also have to study, I also go to school in case you forgot,’’ She joked. You let out a deep sigh before nodding. ‘’Yeah, I understand.’’ 

As you were about to say goodbye and leave to go study on your own, the brown haired girl stopped you. ‘’But I do know someone who probably could help you study.’’ Hermione said, turning around so she was facing the other direction. You raised one of your eyebrows in confusion as you looked over her shoulder, trying to see who she was looking for. Hermione's eyes scanned the halls, a focused look plastered on her face. Suddenly, her whole face lit up. ‘’Harry!’’ She yelled, making the brown haired boy further down the hall turn around.

You and Harry didn’t have a problem with each other. Not at all actually, you two got along quite well. The only problem was your boyfriend. It wasn’t a secret that Draco and Harry absolutely despised each other. Harry smiled at you two before he started to make his way towards you. ‘’Hi Hermione,’’ He said as he approached you. His eyes moved from Hermione over to you. ‘’Hi Y/N.’’ He said, still with a smile on his face. You gave him half a smile as you gave him a small wave. You knew Draco would be fuming if he saw what was going on right now. ‘’Well, Harry,’’ Hermione said, turning to you. ‘’Miss Y/L/N here could really use some help studying astronomy.’’ She gave you a satisfied smile. Your eyes widened as the words left her mouth. You could tell that the words surprised Harry just as much as they had surprised you as he opened his mouth to say something, but not a word left his lips. Hermione's smile quickly faded as her eyes switched between you and Harry. ‘’Oh c’mon now! Don’t be silly,’’ She exclaimed, rolling her eyes. ‘’If this is because of Malfoy,’’ She complained as she crossed her arms.

You could feel as the atmosphere changed. You looked down at your shoes and Harry let out an awkward cough. ‘’This is so silly. What’s wrong with just helping her Harry? It’s not like Draco is gonna be there, is it?’’ Hermione asked, clearly annoyed. Before the boy had any time to answer her question, she spoke again. ‘’And I thought you really needed the help, Y/N?’’ She asked you. You looked up from your shoes, your eyes meeting hers. You looked over at Harry, who was also looking at you. You let out a sigh before your eyes met Hermiones once again. ‘’I suppose you’re right.’’’ You answered. Hermoine gave you a satisfied smirk as she nodded. ‘’I told you so. Just because Harry and your silly boyfriend has some problems with each other doesn’t mean he can control who you get to hang around.’’

Hermione wasn’t wrong. Draco couldn’t tell you who you could hang out and who you couldn’t hang out with. But you still tried to not engage too much with the golden trio purely because you knew how it would make Draco feel. ‘’So you wanna meet me in the Gryffindor's common room tonight?’’ Harry asked, his eyes set on you. Your eyes met his as you nodded. ‘’Sure,’’ You replied. A small smile formed on his lips as he nodded. ‘’I’ll see you then, Y/N.’’ He smiled. ‘’Thank you Harry, I do really appreciate it.’’ You smiled back. He nodded before giving you one last smile, turning around and started walking away. ‘’How terrible could it be?’’ Hermione asked as your eyes met. You looked her dead in the eyes before opening your mouth to speak. ‘’If Draco breaks up with me, it’s all on you.’’ You joked, making her chuckle. ‘’You know I wouldn’t complain.’’

The night went by quickly. You went to the Gryffindor common room after dinner, meeting Harry there. And Hermione wasn’t excatly wrong. You and Harry got along better than you remember. Ever since you got with Draco a couple months ago, you hadn’t been around Harry too much. You kind of forgot what he was like. ‘’So you’re telling me you wanted to play quidditch?’’ Harry questioned you, looking surprised. You laughed before speaking. ‘’Oh, shut up Potter! Personally, I think I would do just great.’’ You said proudly. ‘’Whatever you say Y/N,’’ He chuckled before looking down at the book that was laying on the table in front of him. The Gryffindor common room was surprisingly empty tonight, it had only been you and Harry in there all night. You looked up at the big clock that was hanging on the wall in front of you. ‘’Oh my merlin, it’s already late!’’ You exclaimed, a feeling of panic washing over you. ‘’I was supposed to be back in my dorm an hour ago,’’ You continued as you gathered all your books. Harry helped you gather the books and followed you to the door. 

‘’Thank you for tonight Harry, I really appreciate it more than you’ll ever know.’’ You said as you were on your way out. ‘’Of course, I had a really great time.’’ He smiled at you. ‘’Me too, despite the circumstances.’’ You laughed as you looked down at your shoes. ‘’You know, I really hope we can be friends even if you’re with Malfoy.’’ He said softly, making you sigh. ‘’Wish me good luck telling him I was even studying with you today.’’ You laughed quietly. ‘’You’ll probably need it.’’ He smirked, earning himself a light punch to the arm from you.

The following morning was a disaster. You got to your dorm really late the night before, which led to you not sleeping as much as you would like to; causing you to almost sleep through your alarm. You were rushing through the crowded halls, trying your best not to bump into anyone while getting to your class. Something felt extremely off today. It was almost like everyone was staring at you, like you could hear them whispering about you. You just brushed it off, not thinking about it. Until you ran into someone. ‘’So the rumours are true?’’ A familiar voice said, making you look up from your shoes. In front of you stood Draco, a very upset Draco.

He wasn’t upset as in crying, he looked rather angry. The smile that had formed on your lips as you spotted the blond boy in front of you quickly faded and was replaced by confusion. ‘’What rumours?’’ You asked, feeling baffled. He snorted as he looked up, breaking eye contact. ‘’I’m not stupid Y/N,’’ He muttered angrily. ‘’Draco, I literally have no idea what you’re talking about.’’ You said, defending yourself. ‘’So what is it everyone is talking about then? You leaving the Gryffindor common room late last night with Harry Potter right behind you?’’ He spat at you, his blue eyes meeting yours again. Your heart dropped. You were hoping you got to tell Draco before anyone else did, but it looked like it was already too late.’’Draco, please let me explain,’’ you said, slightly panicking. He let out a chuckle in disapproval. ‘’So it is true?’’ he asked, staring at you. ‘’No, or yes, I was there!’’ You exclaimed. ‘’But I wasn’t there for the reason you think,’’ You continued. At this point your heart was beating faster than ever. You had no idea what to do or how to feel at this point. ‘’I should’ve seen it coming.’’ Draco muttered before pushing you out of his way, making his way down the hall with determined steps. 

You stumbled back as your eyes followed the blond boy. You quickly followed him, trying your best to make your way through the crowds. You kept your eyes on Draco, trying your best not to lose him in the sea of people but it was getting harder, as he walked faster and faster. At this point you didn’t care if you pushed some people out of your way on accident, all you cared about was getting to your boyfriend. Suddenly he made a turn, walking into the rest rooms. You ran after him, not even caring if it was the boy’s rest room. You watched as he made his way towards one of the sinks, placing both his hands on it as he approached it; looking himself in the mirror. ‘’Draco,’’ You let out, out of breath from running down the halls. He looked at you standing behind him in the mirror. ‘’Leave.’’ He said aggressively. You shook your head. ‘’Please let me explain.’’ You begged, making him turn around. ‘’Y/N,’’ He let out bitterly. ‘’I said leave.’’ He repeated himself. ‘’I’m not leaving until you let me explain myself.’’ You exclaimed. ‘’I already know everything I need to know,’’

‘’You cheated on me with Potter. Potter out of all people, after everything I’ve done for you?’’ Draco shouted, making you jump. You had never heard Draco yell like that before, not at you. ‘’For Merlin's sake Draco, I didn’t cheat on you!’’ You uttered. You felt the tears burning behind your eyelids, trying your best not to let them fall. But that’s when you noticed his glossy eyes. You had been with Draco for a couple of months now, but you had never seen him cry; in fact, no one had ever seen him cry. Not even his closest friends. ‘’I really trusted you.’’ He murmured, a tear falling onto his pale cheek. You could psychically feel your heart break right there and then. You slowly walked up to him as he turned around once again, his fingers tapping the sink in front of him anxiously. ‘’You need to leave, now.’’ He said in a low voice as you got closer to him. You didn’t answer him, instead you just kept walking towards him until you reached him. You slowly wrapped your arms around his waist, leaning your head on his back. ‘’He was just helping me study for astronomy,’’ You whispered, feeling his shaky breath. ‘’Hermione was busy so he offered some help. You know how hard I’ve been working on passing astronomy this year,’’ You continued, your thumb stroking the fabrics of his robe. 

The boy stayed quiet. You could hear him holding back sobs as he continued to take shaky breaths, still tapping the sink. ‘’Why him out of all people?’’ He whispered. ‘’Because he’s my friend Draco,’’ You whispered back, still hugging him tightly. ‘’You can’t keep me from being friends with people.’’ Before you could continue speaking, the blond turned around, making you loosen the grip you had of him. Your eyes met. His face was covered in tears, his eyes red from all the crying. You truly had never seen him like this and it absolutely broke your heart. He quickly pulled you into a tight hug, wrapping his arms around your waist as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. You wrapped your arms around his neck, planting small kisses along his neck. You could feel him sob into your robe, but you didn’t mind. You stroke his soft hair as you tried your best to comfort him. ‘’I really thought you cheated on me Y/N.’’ He sobbed, his voice being muffled. ‘’I would never cheat on you Draco.’’ You whispered, a tear dropping onto your cheek. ‘’Why didn’t you just ask me for help?’’ He asked after a while, slowly pulling away, placing his forehead on yours. ‘’Because I know how much you already have to get done, I didn’t want to bother you with my problems,’’ You said, placing one hand on his wet cheek; wiping the tears away. ‘’I always have time for you,’’ He mumbled, avoiding eye contact. You gave him a small smile. ‘’I love you,’’ You mumbled back, making him look back up at you. ‘’I’m really sorry for not telling you before everyone else had the chance to, I just didn’t think it was such a big deal, but I see now that it is.’’ You continued, stroking his hair. ‘’Next time I see Potter, he’s dead.’’ He muttered, making you giggle. ‘’That’s the Draco I know.’’ You smiled before he pressed his lips against yours, making you smile even bigger. No one could ever compare to this boy.

[biisexualemma]

second best. cesar diaz

word count: 1642

warnings: alcohol abuse and lots of tears

requested: uh no another one from the archives

plot: cesar always picks monse over you

a/n: wow am i actually posting an imagine for an omb character that isn’t oscar???? pls note **all characters are of age** thank u hope u like

masterlist

you stumbled forward, tripping over your own feet on the way to the bathroom. jasmine, grabbed your arm, stopping your from falling flat on your face. you were such a mess. you didn't think you'd ever been that drunk before. but once you'd started you couldn't slow down.

jasmine had been keeping an eye on you all night, making sure you didn't get into any trouble but it was hard. you were all over the place. dancing. drinking. sitting. talking. you moved around quicker than she could keep up with. you were trying to forget about him, she knew that, so she let you drink yourself silly. but she didn't want you to get hurt in the process. you were pretty emotionally unstable.

he'd chosen her over you again. story of your life. you loved monse, which made it even harder for you to be mad at her. cesar on the other hand, you were ready to throw hands in you saw him again tonight. he played around with you so much it hurt. you'd been crushing on him for so long and he showed signs too. but he always chose monse over you. you could never compete. it broke your heart.

hence the alcohol.

but it was catching up with you. you entered the bathroom, jasmine quickly pulling your hair out of your face and tying it back. you were now kneeling on the bathroom floor with your head in the toilet as you threw up everything that was in your system.

tears formed in your eyes when you slumped back against the bath, wiping the sides of your mouth. you were a mess. "i just don't understand," you cried softly. jasmine wrapped her arm around you, letting you rest your head on her shoulder. she was a good friend, no matter what anyone said. "why doesn't he want me?"

she shushed you, tightening her grip on you as you cried into her shoulder. "he doesn't deserve you. mami, you deserve so much better than him," she tried to reassure you. you knew she was right. but this was cesar, he'd been your friend for years, there was no one better than him. he was the nicest guy you knew. he always walked you home, helped you study, hung out with you when you were sad. he did all of this and more but he would never choose you over monse. you didn't want him to pick anyone over anyone. you just wanted him to pick you.

he'd always made it seem that he felt more for you than just a friend, he treated you different to how he treated his other friends. it made no sense. you cried out of frustration. you felt pretty battered and weak at this point, you just wanted to go home.

you sniffled, composing yourself after you'd let yourself have a good cry. you needed that. you needed to get it all out.

"hey—" your head snapped to the unlocked bathroom door, where ruby and jamal now stood after barging in. they must have seen you and jasmine come in here earlier. "woah— what happened?" their demeanours both changed quickly when they saw your sad face and jasmine glaring at them to watch what they said.

"nothing," you wiped under your eyes, though it was hard to disguise what had happened. you stood up and looked at yourself in the mirror. your mascara had smudged under your puffy eyes and your cheeks were pink and wet. you sighed. "i'm gonna go home."

jasmine handed you a wipe, and you began cleaning yourself up. you suddenly felt incredibly sober. you wiped under your eyes, and took off the little makeup you had on. you splashed your face with cold water and downed some mouthwash. you didn't think ruby would mind since this was his house.

"y'sure you don't wanna talk about it?" jamal piped up. they had all stood outside while you got yourself together. you nodded upon exiting the bathroom. "we can walk you home."

you shook your head. "it's ok. i need to be by myself."

"ok. i get it. but you can be by yourself with us, girl, 'cause you're not walking yourself home. it's late,” jasmine chimed in. ruby and jamal agreed, and soon enough they were all walking you back to your house. they all chattered, trying to take your mind off things but you remained in a quiet little bubble, drowning out any noise they were making. you appreciated them doing this but you weren't up to talking. you just wanted to get home and climb into bed.

"hey—" you'd been so in a daze you hadn't noticed cesar walking towards you guys. he was puffed out, like he'd been running here. he glanced at you quickly, his eyebrows furrowing slightly when he saw your face. but he quickly averted his attention back to the group. "did i miss the party already?" he joked.

ruby explained that they were walking you home, not giving any further details. "you can go to the house. we'll be back soon."

"uh— no— i'll come with," you all continued walking to your house. you remained silent. you couldn't look at him again. you could already feel yourself getting worked up.

you felt a hand touch your arm, pulling you back from the group who carried on walking. jasmine gave you a quick glance to make sure you were good. you gave her a reassuring nod before turning to see cesar in front of you.

"are you ok?" he furrowed his eyebrows again. his concern becoming immediate now he'd pulled you from the rest of the group. as best as you had tried to clean yourself up, you couldn't control your pink cheeks and puffy eyes. but you really didn't wanna talk about it, especially with him.

"fine," you nodded. you carried on walking with him beside you now. your voice was a little groggy but you cleared your throat hoping he wouldn't notice. "how's monse?"

"you sure?" he was watching you as you walked next to him, trying not to look at him for too long. "you're quiet."

you just nodded. "you didn't answer my question."

he was confused. "she's— she's fine. something came up with her mom— but i don't understand— have you been crying?" he grabbed your arm, stopping you from walking. you ducked your head.

"i don't wanna talk about it—"

you tried to walk on but he grabbed your hand quickly pulling you back. "no— wait— tell me what happened— please,” he squeezed your hand tight, still holding on. he looked you over, not seeing any obvious signs that you were hurt. something must of happened, he thought, it hurt to see you like this. you were pretty strong person usually, you didn't cry very often and never in front of anyone.

"i said i don't wanna talk about it, cesar."

"hey," he used his free hand to touch your chin, tilting your head up so you would look at him. "you can tell me anything."

you shook your head, taking a step backwards. you pulled your hand away from his, you felt tears brimming your eyes. you wanted to hate him so badly for making you this demented. he doesn't deserve you, you repeated to yourself. but it made no difference, it still hurt.

"it's not fair," you whimpered. cesar's face contorted from a look of confusion, to hurt. he just wanted to help. "you know i love you, cesar— you know it," your eyebrows knitted, trying to stop yourself from crying again. he really hurt you. nothing mattered at this point. none of the secrecy. "and i can't hang around waiting for you to pick me."

"what?" was all he said. he tried to reach out but you flinched away. you didn't want him to reel you in again, this was his last chance. "pick you?"

"i can't be second best to monse for the rest of my life," his face softened. he understood. "if you want to be with her, please just tell me instead of stringing me along like this," it hurt watching you talk like this. a couple stray tears had slipped from your eyes but you quickly wiped them away.

he just stared at you for a moment, careful as to what he was going to say. "it's always been you," he shook his head, stepping closer to you. you didn't move. "monse and i are just friends. we've been through a lot together— but y/n— you're it. you're before anyone else. i promise."

you took a deep shaky breath in. it was everything you'd ever wanted to hear from him but you couldn't ignore the facts. "tonight— i wanted you here but you chose monse over me."

he frowned. "she needed me—"

"i needed you, cesar."

he was quiet. he couldn't ignore the tears in your eyes that were falling frequently now.

"hey— please— don't cry—" he gulped. he thought if you cried anymore that he might start crying. he wrapped an arm over your shoulder and pulled you into his chest before you could pull away. you sunk into his chest, letting him wrap both arms around you tightly. "i'm sorry— i didn't realise you needed me tonight— i really— i'm sorry."

"i don't wanna hurt you, y/n," he tucked his face into your neck. "i care about you."

you sniffled, pulling away slightly to look up at him. "then don't make me feel like this again— i hate it." you wiped under your eyes again, sniffling as you calmed down a bit.

"never again," he tightened his grip on you. "promise,” he meant it too. nothing hurt more than seeing you so upset over something he'd done to you unknowingly. "love you," he mumbled, pressing his lips atop your head.

[boognish-worshipper]

Remember the Rain

praying this is the final part of “Sunrise, Sunset” by the time i’m done omg ,, lamar finally talks it out with frank. i was tryna keep the titles consistent with a sky theme? wasn’t sure what to name this one at first, but i settled on naming it after a i song that i felt was sorta fitting lol ,, also lamar’s dramatic when drunk, that’s jus how it’s gonna be

oh and i included one last convo w/ that psychic lady bc each character got three opportunities to speak to her lol

//

The night Franklin and him fought was the third night in a row Lamar couldn’t sleep right. Then it became four. Then five. Six. He had hoped after the first couple days of Franklin being mad, that it’d all blow over and things would go back to normal. That he wouldn’t ever have to say anything about what he felt deep down. Even though he told himself he had to, he wouldn’t. He waited it out, and still hoped it would all just fucking blow over. That wasn’t what happened of course.

An overcast sky was spread over LS, light rain tapping against Lamar’s window. As cheesy as it was, it reflected how he felt. Another day had passed. Franklin wasn’t picking up, not even reading his texts, nothing. He called a couple times at first when the fourth day of the silent treatment occurred, then tried a few more times to contact him in the following days. It had grown into a long and sad string of texts.

franklin.

dog

plz

pick up

answer me

plz?

c’mon frank i told you i have nothin goin on with yo auntie

i wanna talk things out with you.

u ain’t let me finish explaining

text me when u read this. plz bro

He sighed. This was hopeless. He set his phone aside, still laying awake. A buzz came right after. Fucking finally, something.

fuck you

we got nothin to discuss

He didn’t know how to feel. This was fucking him up and he couldn’t think straight. He tried calling him once more, the ringing as he waited for a pick up mocking him. Voicemail yet again. How many messages had he tried leaving at this point?

for fucks sake frank pick up

u ain’t doin this to me rn

jus let me explain myself

He stared at the ceiling yet again, like it would have all the answers sprawled out for him. As he did, he focused on how the rain had picked up, coming down harder. Then he felt his phone buzz.

no

now stop blowing my phone up

i’m tryna sleep

Lamar was never one to be sensitive, but he felt so crushed right now that all he could do was cry silently to himself. He didn’t even have Chop around anymore to comfort him like he normally would whenever Lamar was going through something. Would he even see him again? He lived over at Frank’s now. Fuck. Did this mean they’d have to share custody now? If he wasn’t so upset, he most likely would’ve laughed at the idea of it. He was letting bad thoughts consume him, turning to a last minute resort of drinking to try stopping it. This kind of thing rarely happened to him, these kind of feelings weren’t common. He knew no other method of trying to stuff bad feelings down, working through a 6 pack of beer on his own, followed by a bottle of some type of random liquor. Anything to stifle the pain in his chest, although it didn’t accomplish much other than making him feel even more queasy. He left one last voicemail, choking back a sob. Or what he had thought would be the last one. He lost count.

“Franklin. Please jus’ talk to me already man. You- you believin’ what you wanna believe right now, you ain’t even givin’ me a chance. You my best fuckin’ friend, don’t that mean shit to you anymore? We.. homies n shit.” He sniffled, cringing to himself when he said the words “best friend”. Franklin was so much more than that to him.

“Ion… Ion think I can live without you in my life. You can’t hate me man that shit.. that’s fucked. This is fucked. I’m fucked.”

A strong feeling of humiliation hung around him for many reasons, one being that he was fully crying now, over the phone. He couldn’t get any lower.

“You jus’ mad right now. But you.. you won’t be, eventually. Right? Please get back to me soon. Please. I’d rather fuckin’.. die or sum’ than have you hatin’ me n shit. At this point I might as well.”

After hanging up, he decided to visit that site one last time. His tears blurred his vision, making it harder to type. The shit in his system didn’t help either.

lady

i fuckef up

thsi is yo faukt

What now? Why are you back?

frankljn hates me

He does? That’s not right.

damn straighy it fuckign isnt

No, I mean that’s not correct.

There’s no way that he could, even if it seems like it right now.

jus fuckin tell me whst to do

That’s out of my hands.

is not u fuckin wirch

*withc

*witch

Look, I really don’t know how else to help you. I don’t have any other visions to offer. You’re on your own.

They do say though, that dreams are visions themselves.

dont fukcin speak in riddles rn

Precognition, Lamar. Just have faith

prewhatnow

n yeah. faith. bc that helps so fuckn much

All I can say to you is good luck - it’s all coming together. Just wait.

th fuck does that mean?

It means that you’re stressing too much - you better sleep it off. Farewell Lamar. You’re gonna have a killer hangover you know…

SERVICE UNAVAILABLE. PLEASE TRY AGAIN LATER.

The notification did nothing but make him more upset. He calmed down eventually, the crying and alcohol tiring him out. He blacked out soon after, not remembering when he fell asleep.

For the first time in a while, he dreamt about the two of them. The start of the dream showed a radiant sight before them, the sky lit up in a million shades. Chop was laying beside Franklin, head on his thigh. All three of them sat on a grassy knoll, a soft breeze blowing through each blade. Franklin turned, Lamar not taking his eyes off him since the dream started. He only noticed the sky’s wide color palette because the intensity struck Franklin’s face just right. He looked right into Lamar’s eyes, speaking softly.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“What?”

“You had so many opportunities. So many times, I thought that you would. I got my hopes up, you know. I waited. When Tanisha left.. I only had you.”

“Tanisha..”

“I still love her. I.. I think apart of me always will, but I love you just the same. Even if you drive me up a Goddamn wall sometimes. You both mean the world to me.”

Franklin looked back at the view ahead. A heavenly indigo replaced the vivid hues from before.

“But she’s gone now. Shit ain’t the same. All I know is you stayed when she didn’t. Even when she got pulled outta the hood and made some kinda new life for herself, you never left my side. Never changed yo loyalties.”

He turned back to face Lamar again. His eyes were glassy, the glow of the midnight sky reflecting in them.

“So why didn’t you say somethin’ sooner?”

“Franklin.. I ain’t deduce that shit ‘til now.“

“You really didn’t know?”

Even in the dream he could feel that previous frustration occur in his mind. Was he hiding in a glass closet or something? He could only let out a wry laugh.

“Yeah man. I was a fuckin’ fool, jus’ like you always said.”

“Damn straight.” He chuckled, and Lamar came to the conclusion that he could listen to that laugh forever. Franklin’s face then fell solemn.

“Y’know I really thought that.. I really thought that you jus’ got with someone else. Not even jus’ my Aunt. I saw how you wanted to get away from me, and I thought…” He stopped himself, petting Chop’s head.

“I.. wanted to be happy if you was, but the thought of that at all bothered me.”

“Why?”

“Cuz you were all I had, dog. Mike n Trevor, they have their own lives, their own history n shit. I can’t always rely on them. Denise don’t give a fuck what happen to me. You my lifeline dog, I’ve known you for years. I didn’t want you to forget me over a chick or sum’. That day you acted all different n shit, it worried me.”

“Hey man, y’know I ain’t ever gon pull that shit on you. I’m with you for life.”

“Then don’t pull other kinda stupid shit on me.”

“Whatchu mean?”

“You can’t ever die on me bro. That ain’t how this shit works.”

“Ay man, I don’t plan on dying jus’ yet. Not unless yo ass by my side. Not ‘til I tell you I…” He couldn’t finish the sentence.

Franklin got closer to his face, cupping his cheek. His eyes shone as the stars around them fell from the sky, akin to raindrops, hitting them. Everything about him was flooding Lamar’s senses, and it felt surreal, between his aroma and all the other things he loved about Franklin. Golden flecks covered them both, and the stars continued to crash down. The sky was growing darker than before.

“Just say the words Lamar. Say them and this shit’ll be over.”

“How?”

“Well first you need to wake yo ass up.”

“Huh?”

“I said wake up, fool!”

Lamar’s blissful dream had been interrupted by an unknown figure shaking him, literal raindrops hitting his face. He was still bleary eyed, only seeing a vague silhouette in front of him. A wet slap to the face rattled his brain around, the hangover settling in. Shit, was he still drunk? What time was it?

“Lamar! Get up!”

“Oh.. Th’fuck? Who- who that is?” He grunted out.

“It’s me you fuckin’ clown!”

“Frank?”

“Who the fuck else?”

“Why are you-”

He was abruptly yanked out of bed, thudding to the floor with a small “oof”.

“Get up you punk bitch!”

“Franklin what the fuck-”

He was grabbed again, tossed back onto his bed. Franklin straddled him, shaking Lamar by the collar.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He said, Lamar getting another slap to the face.

“What in the fresh fuck is you talkin’-” Another slap.

“15 fuckin’ missed phone calls! 15! Are you fuckin’ nuts?!”

Lamar’s eyes practically popped out of his head. 15? What the fuck did he say to him?

“I did what-”

Franklin shook him even harder by his shirt, stretching the material out. He was straining his voice now.

“You had me worried like fuckin’ crazy! I thought you was in some sorta fuckin’ trouble again! You blew my phone up when I told yo ass not to, and then didn’t fuckin’ pick up after I heard the first couple special messages you left me!”

Oh God. This was it. He told Franklin everything, didn’t he? The color drained from his face.

“Oh fuck me..” He mumbled, putting a hand over his eyes.

“What?!” Franklin yelled, shaking him again. Lamar’s head was pounding.

“Franklin.. what.. what I say on there? I barely remember a thing, let alone callin’ yo ass.”

“You seriously don’t fuckin’ remember?!”

“Yeah. Seriously, man.”

Franklin slid off of him, putting a palm to his face. He breathed through his nose hard, trying to calm down. Lamar realized he was drenched from the small downpour outside. Pellets of rain thumped against the window as a reminder that the storm never went away.

“You.. fuck, man. You started sayin’ all this shit about how bad a fuckin’ friend you was. That you, you was hidin’ all this shit and couldn’t live another day without tellin’ me.”

Okay. Good. He didn’t tell him the truth.

“You told me you wanted to die dog. Didn’t realize yo dumbass was safe n sound asleep in yo fuckin’ bed.”

“Oh.”

“…’Oh’? Is that really all you have to say?!”

“F, I was jus’ drunk. It was dumb of me, I know, but I.. It’s nothing, okay?”

“Don’t do this shit to me man! I’ve already dealt with enough of yo fuckin’ schemes n shit-”

“Frank.”

“It’s 3 am! You had Chop barkin’ his Goddamn head off the whole night!”

“Franklin.”

“Then I race my ass over here to find yo drunkass self passed out in bed-”

“Franklin.”

“What! What?! You finally gonna put yo two cents in for once?”

“Stop yelling. My head hurts like a bitch right now.”

“Good! I’m fuckin’ glad because I know mine does as well you fuckin’ asshole!”

Lamar looked pathetically up at him. This was getting out of hand. He let it go on for too long.

“Why did you come here then?” He croaked.

“Because you were fuckin’ sobbin’ into the phone! All I heard was you cryin’ like mad fuckin’ crazy and it scared me. You don’t ever do that shit, not even when you fucked up.”

“How much I say?”

“I got the first message pretty fuckin’ clear, the rest was jus’ incoherent bullshit. I barely got through the second one before speedin’ on over. You sounded hurt n shit, I thought something happened. I thought you was a goner.”

“No weird shit though right? I ain’t say nothin’ bad?”

“What? Lamar, what the fuck are you on about? I just told you what yo ass cried out to me! I couldn’t even understand any of the other messages!”

“Okay, okay. That’s.. good I guess.”

“That’s good? Fuckin’ hell, why did I come here? You- ugh!”

“Franklin. Can you jus’ sit down before you pop a fuckin’ blood vessel? You stressin’ for nothin’.”

If anything, Lamar should be the one stressing right now. He had been so close to confessing without knowing. Franklin sat next to him, arms crossed.

“Franklin.”

“What.”

“I’m sorry that I scared you. I didn’t mean to.”

“Well good fuckin’ job, you accomplished that real well didn’t you.” He said, sarcastically applauding him.

“I thought you were cutting me off for good homie. You think I was gon’ let that happen?”

“Lamar, that still ain’t a good reason to freak me out like that in the middle of the night.”

“It’s only cuz you hadn’t been listenin’ to me bro. I’ve been wanting to tell you somethin’ so badly lately and I never.. got the chance.”

“Then do pray fuckin’ tell LD, what the fuck is so important that you had to do this shit to me at 3 AM!”

“Franklin man, c’mon-”

“No! Don’t start!”

Franklin stood, heading for the door as he spoke. He stopped in the threshold.

“Tell me what the fuck is goin’ on with you, or I’m leavin’ yo sad ass here to wallow. I mean it L.”

“Don’t be like that. Please man. I want to, but I-”

“Jus’ fuckin’ tell me! Why won’t you tell me?!”

“Frank-”

“I dragged my ass all the way over here for nothin’ didn’t I? You ain’t dead, you ain’t sayin’ shit, you jus’ bein’ so- ugh! Fuck!” He threw his hands up, exiting Lamar’s bedroom.

“I’m done man, fuck this.”

“Franklin wait- don’t go-” He pleaded.

Franklin did nothing but leave him stranded again, thunder rolling far in the distance. Lamar ran after him as he walked out the door, hearing the rain heavily hit the pavement. His mind was racing far ahead of him. Franklin was leaving, he was leaving for good, and he couldn’t. He can’t. That’s not how it’s supposed to work. Franklin can’t do that, he can’t-

His mind had gone so far away, that he didn’t even realize that he had tackled Franklin to the ground. The two of them fell to the ground with a loud splat, followed by sounds of pain.

“Lamar what the fuck?!”

“Don’t go! Fuckin’ hell, I gotta chase yo ass and for what?!”

“Get off me dog!”

“No!” Franklin was pinned beneath him. The raindrops that rolled off of Lamar hit him in the face.

It reminded Lamar of when they were younger, playing football or whatever sport they could outside even as the deluge soaked them both to the bone. The roles had been reversed, with Franklin constantly knocking him down onto the grassy sludge. They got quite an earful from Lamar’s mom as they tracked mud in the house upon returning. It was a memory amongst many that stuck with him like glue. Those memories couldn’t go away. Franklin couldn’t go away.

Tears mixed in with the rain as he yelled out to him.

“You fuckin’ idiot! Why you makin’ this shit so hard for me?! You keep leavin’ before I can even finish!”

Franklin struggled to break free from Lamar’s grip on his wrists, huffing as he looked away.

“Look at me!” Lamar shouted, grabbing his face with a free hand.

“I didn’t wanna fuckin’ tell you like this, but Jesus Christ! For fucks sake you stubborn asshole-”

He was doing it. He bit the fucking bullet.

“You know how we got into that fuckin’ argument last week? When I told you that I was dealin’ with that whole love thing, I wasn’t talkin’ about yo Aunt, a hoe, nobody else! I was talkin’ about you!”

Lamar threw himself off of him, stumbling backwards. Franklin propped himself onto his elbows. He finally said it. He said it, and he was far from finished.

“But you didn’t wanna fuckin’ listen! And now I’ve fucked our friendship over for a second time! All because of you! This whole thing has been drivin’ me fuckin’ insane lately, and I couldn’t do shit about it! I tried so, so hard to avoid this, but nothin’ ever goes my way, huh?! Every time I think a plan of mine’ll work, it doesn’t! You know why?!”

Opening his arms wide, he spoke loud and clear, finishing his rant.

“Lemme remind you: I’m Lamar fuckin’ Davis! The biggest fuckin’ fool, fuckin’ clown, fuckin’ whatever you wanna call me! Lamar Davis, the most naïve bitch on the planet! Fuck me for thinking that this would ever go well!”

Now it was his turn to leave. But he didn’t go back into his house. His legs moved for him, walking in no particular direction. He just needed to get away from Franklin, not caring about how damp his clothes were now. He was shaking, and he didn’t know if it was from the rain or the range of emotions he was flying through.

He could hear a pair of sneakers squishing behind him. Franklin was running, and he was catching up fast.

“Ay Lamar! Get back here!”

Oh fuck. He was chasing after him now. That’s not good. Lamar started running himself, not caring about possibly slipping and falling on his ass. Only a few hours ago, he had told himself he couldn’t be without Franklin. Now all he wanted to do was run away.

“Lamar!”

Fuck fuck fuck.

He wasn’t fast enough. The second time they hit the ground, Lamar had the wind knocked right out of him, the duo splashing right into a puddle. Hands gripped his shoulders, flipping him around.

“Lamar!”

There were only a few instances in his life where Lamar felt small. He’d always been big in character, big in height, and according to him, big in other ways. But this was one of those moments where he couldn’t help but flinch, wanting to collapse in on himself. He was so tired.

“If you gon’ beat my ass or somethin’ jus’ get it over with.” He sighed, shutting his eyes tight.

When he felt nothing but raindrops touch his face, he opened his eyes slowly. His heart sank when he did. Franklin was visibly upset, guilt in his eyes.

“Lamar. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

A wave of déjà vu washed over him. Oh. So that’s what precognition meant. Motherfucking psychic lady.

“You should’ve jus’ told me man.”

“I tried dog. You wouldn’t hear me out.”

“Cuz I.. I thought you got with someone. I didn’t wanna hear it straight from yo mouth if you was.”

He shifted up, Frank sitting in his lap.

“Y’know I always thought that.. Part of me jus’ kinda thought that it’d always be the two of us. I’m never gonna get Tanisha back.. but you..”

Franklin looked away.

“You a crazy ass loyal motherfucker man. You stuck by my side no matter what, and some dumbass part of me was convinced that you… I mean fuck, so many times I thought you would jus’ flat out say something. Somethin’ so I could stop waiting for the one other person I had known forever to just say that they fuckin’ loved me like that.”

Lamar blinked, rainwater getting into his eyes. It wasn’t quite as serene as his dream had been, nor was it verbatim, but Lamar didn’t care. There was something about the way the water droplets sat along Franklin’s face, highlighted by a streetlight behind him that made him look angelic.

“When you started actin’ all weird it jus’.. made me so fuckin’ mad man. I thought you was gon’ pick someone else over me. Jus’ like Tanisha did.”

“Franklin..”

“So why didn’t you jus’ say somethin’ sooner? I waited. Hell, I don’t even know why I did at first.”

“Franklin.”

“But now I’m realizin’ you must not have even noticed yoself what you was feelin’, when I fuckin’ did. I noticed and you didn’t and-”

Lamar grabbed him by the face, grip surprisingly strong after being in the rain.

“How many times do I gotta say yo name for you to hear me?”

The rain kept falling, never slowing for either one of them. Yet, it felt like time stopped. Lamar chuckled lightly.

“Franklin Clinton and Lamar Davis. Two of the dumbest motherfuckers in LS. Homies for life.”

“Yeah. Homies for life.”

His hands never left Franklin’s face. He pressed their foreheads together, lowering his voice.

“I love you, bum ass bitch.”

“Yeah yeah. I love you too.”

He kissed the top of his head, moving his hands down to embrace him in a tight hug. When was the last time they did this? As he thought it over, he could hear Franklin’s voice muffled against his chest.

“Don’t scare me like that again. Next time save us both the trouble n jus’ spill yo heart out. Dramatic motherfucker.”

The words had no malice in them, Lamar feeling him smile as he said it. He kissed him once more, and they just sat in the rain, feeling it bathe them in fond memories.

//plz listen to remember the rain by 21st century it’s so good 💔😭 anyway ya i decided to end it on a sorta happy note !!!!! franklin is a stubborn guy smh,, sorry for any typos lol also i rlly had no idea where i wanted to go with this so sorry if it’s weird or whatever

[goldencursive]

me: i’m gonna write a fic for bnha spring break!

me to me: u should write it ahead of time

me: nah, i got time. i’m only writing a short scene, it won’t take too long

me to me: you fool. you utter goddamn fool

anyways, this is for bnha spring break, day idk, prompt childhood. it’s not as late as my other one, minimally edited, but i hope you enjoy!

Title: it doesn’t really have one but i’ve been calling it smol beans

Word Count: 1034

featuring izuku and proto!katsuki after izuku finds out he’s quirkless

Katsuki is on a mission! Yesterday, Izuku wasn’t in school and Katsuki is determined to see if he’s okay. Today’s Sunday, which means they don’t have school, but it also means Katsuki won’t be able to see Izuku until tomorrow.

That is, unless he visits him. Which is exactly what Katsuki is going to do! But his mom wouldn’t tell him why Izuku wasn’t in school yesterday even though he knows something is wrong, and didn’t even let Katsuki go see him. She probably won’t let him see Izuku today either, so that’s why he’s sneaking out.

Katsuki waits until his mom (just her, ‘cause Dad has work today) leaves the living room. She takes forever, watching her stupid TV show. Finally, he hears the sound of the bathroom door closing and the toilet seat clinking against the bowl. He quietly snatches up his backpack and tiptoes out of his bedroom to the front door, making sure none of the neighbors are watching, before slipping out.

“Yes!” he cheers to himself. Escape at last! Now, onwards! To Izuku’s apartment!

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Izuku is curled up on the sofa, cocooned in a swathe of blankets, crying as an All Might movie plays on the TV. I’ll never be a hero like All Might, he thinks, sniffling. Because just yesterday, the doctor had told him he was quirkless.

An energetic round of knocks on the door startles him out of his weeping. Izuku’s eyes grow big and scared, and he stops sniffling, scared of making any more noises. Mom isn’t home, because she has work, and Dad is never home anymore. Usually Mom lets him stay at Kacchan’s house, but Izuku didn't want to see Kacchan today. Kacchan loves quirks as much as Izuku does, and he would be upset that Izuku doesn't have one. He might even stop being Izuku’s friend. He knows the neighbors are watching the door, but they can't be watching it all the time. Who could it be?

The knocks start up again, this time accompanied by a voice. “Hey, Izuku, open the door! It’s just me!” calls Kacchan. Kacchan?

Izuku starts mumbling to himself as he struggles his way out of the cocoon. “Why is Kacchan here? If Auntie brought him over then she would’ve opened the door with her key. Does that mean Kacchan snuck out?” He flops onto the floor, blanket-free, and picks himself up, hurrying to the door before pausing in the middle of unlocking it. “Or what if something happened to his mom? Should I tell him that I’m quirkless? What if he doesn’t like me anymore? But Kacchan’s my best friend, he always likes me.” Strengthening his resolve, he drags the door open.

“Why are you muttering so much?” Kacchan asks, before noticing how red Izuku’s eyes are. His face scrunches up in concern. “What’s wrong? Did something happen? Do I need to beat anyone up?”

“No!” Izuku exclaims. He and Kacchan move to the sofa, where Izuku crawls back into his blankets.

“Okay,” shrugs Kacchan. “Why weren’t you at school yesterday? Are you sick?”

“No, I…” Izuku hesitates, glancing down at his hands, unable to meet Kacchan’s eyes. “I was at the quirk doctor. He said...he said-” Izuku hiccups, the tears coming back in full force. “Kacchan, I can’t be a hero anymore,” he wails, big, blubbering tears rolling down his face.

“Don’t cry, Izuku!” Kacchan says, panicking. He scoots closer and wraps his arms around Izuku’s blankets. “What do you mean you can’t be a hero?”

“Because I’m quirkless,” Izuku hiccups through the tears and snot. He balls up a corner of the blanket, wiping his snotty face with it.

“Just because you’re quirkless doesn’t mean you can’t be a hero!” Kacchan says determinedly.

“But-”

“Nuh-uh! No buts! You’re super brave, and super nice, and if anyone’s going to be a hero it’s you!” Kacchan tells him very earnestly.

Izuku bawls harder at Kacchan’s encouraging words. “But heroes have to be strong too. How am I supposed to be strong without a strong quirk, Kacchan?”

“Don’t give up, Izuku! You’re one of the best people I know!”

“I’m one of the only people you know, Kacchan,” Izuku giggles wetly. “But you know how it works; you can’t be a hero without a quirk.”

Kacchan screws his face up. “Well, if you’re not going to be a hero, then I’m not either!”

Izuku scrambles up to look at Kacchan, his tears shocked into stopping. “But you have such a cool quirk! And you’re gonna be a great hero! You can’t quit!”

“I’m not going to be a hero without my hero partner,” says Kacchan, frowning. “If you don’t wanna be a hero, then I don’t wanna be a hero. I’ll follow you no matter what.”

Izuku starts bawling again. “Kaaaachan,” he wails, latching onto the other boy.

“There, there,” Kacchan says, copying what their moms do whenever Izuku inevitably starts crying and pets him. “Does this mean you’re gonna be a hero again?”

Izuku nods, smiling through his tears. “Yeah. Thanks, Kacchan.”

His best friend grins back and hugs him tighter. 

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“I swear to God, that little brat better be at Inko’s, or I’ll ground him so hard, he’ll be digging himself out until Christmas,” Mitsuki mutters, storming to the Midoriyas’ apartment. Her anger quickly dissipates when she unlocks the door and is greeted by the sight of her son waving an All Might figurine in the air, joined by a giggling Izuku, cheeks still wet with tears.

“What do we have here?” she asks, hands on her hips.

Katsuki, the little shit, blinks at her innocently. “Whaddya mean, Mama? Me and Izu are just playing heroes.”

“Please don’t be mad at Kacchan, Auntie Mitsuki,” Izuku says quietly. “He just wanted to come see me.” She folds under his adorably pleading eyes. “You’re still in trouble, young man,” she says to Katsuki. “But don’t run off without telling me or at least leaving a note, okay, brat?”

“Okay, Mama,” Katsuki echoes absentmindedly, the information going in one ear and out the other. 

Troublesome brat, Mitsuki thinks fondly. She enters the threshold, closing the door behind her. “Now, wanna tell me what you two are playing?”

[trivia-bangtan]

after (jjk) - 005

pairing: patient!oc x patient!jungkook

genre: friends to lovers au, kinda a hazel and gus trope, | lots of angst, fluff and suggestive themes

warning: this chapter gets extremely dark 😭 (nothing new lol)

authors note: omfg im so sorry it’s taken me so long to post 😩 the schedule might change from now on bc my schedule changed 😅 but hope u guys enjoy it 😩😩

there's a phobia called agoraphobia. it’s basically the fear of places and situations that can cause panic, helplessness and/or embarrassment. usually, i can deal with it. but things like cringe worthy scenes and overly cheesy romance is unavoidable.

especially being friends with jeon jungkook.

i knew better than to hand out my phone number to just anyone, but i thought maybe jungkook would be so busy with his own life, he would leave me alone.

for his parents' sake, i hope he had unlimited talk and text for his plan. the boy texted me first thing in the morning and every hour or so. he would call me at night, sometimes even facetime me, just before he went to bed. and even when we would hang up, he would still text me goodnight.

the only other person i would talk to everyday, other than my parents, is hoseok. hoseok was my older cousin, but one of my closest friends as well. but even hoseok gave a break during the day to allow some “me time” for the both of us.

jungkook was relentless. he would always text me “good morning sunshine” and then text me “good night my moon”. what the hell even was that?

as much as it was annoying, it was endearing in a sense. i guess it was nice to have someone other than family constantly checking up on me. but some part of me couldn’t help but wonder if it was because of what namjoon had said and if he felt obligated to have to talk to me.

i knew jungkook wasn’t like that. but a small part of me couldn’t help but convince myself that it could be true.

“so the guy texts you all the time? it’s not a big deal,” hoseok said, sitting across the island in his kitchen. i stuck my fork into my bowl of fruit, impaling a small blueberry in the process.

“i mean, it’s not but it’s weird. hobi, i’ve never had someone crave to talk to me so often. and i swear it has to be because of what our counselor said,” i mumble.

the thing about hoseok is he has an aura that gets you to spill all emotions. much like jungkook. but the difference between the two of them in my life is that i’ve known hoseok a lot longer and can confirm he can keep his mouth shut.

“well contrary to your belief, you’re a decent person to have around,” he shrugs, giving a strawberry in his mouth. i snort at his comment and roll my eyes.

“wow, what a compliment. it’s a wonder you’re single,” i chuckle, shoveling the fork full of blueberries into my mouth.

“i’m single by choice. what about you?” hoseok smirks, wiggling his eyebrows at me.

“what’s that supposed to mean?” i asked, laughing at his expression.

“what?”

“the whole thing?” i respond, laying my fork down onto the counter, leaning onto it with my elbows, forearms flat as i folded my hands.

“i’m single because i choose to be. i prefer comforting solitude than forced company,” he shrugs, continuing to shovel fruit into his mouth.

“forced company?” i ask.

“yeah. like, just because we’re together, they feel obligated to HAVE to hang out with me or invite me everywhere when, in reality, i don’t give a damn. i mean, you know me. we both value our solitude and respect that. but it’s hard to find someone that understands that. and then i’m the bad guy for wanting alone time when really, it’s a mental health break,” hoseok explains, his eyes locked onto the bowl in front of him.

his statement surprised me. he was always such a people oriented person. as kids, he was the first to make friends between us and always such an extrovert. it kind of hurt to know eventually his whole personality switched. but maybe being so wrapped up in my world and in my own issues, i failed to acknowledge the people around me.

the atmosphere changed after that. almost as if there was a sad reminisce in the air.

“do you think you’re forced to keep me company?” i blurted. i couldn’t deny, the thought crossed my mind multiple times before. was everyone around me just babysitting to make sure i didn’t hurt myself?

i couldn’t tell. i knew asking would be dumb. hoseok would never tell me the truth. he’s usually a pretty blunt and up front guy, but he would never outright hurt my feelings. which saddened me even more. would he willingly lie to comfort me? knowing what i knew?

“do you think i am?”

“yeah,” i honestly admitted. we both sat in silence, taking in my answer.

it wasn’t a lie. like i said, the thought had crossed my mind. every time he placed his phone down on the table to force himself to give me his attention. the way he seemingly dropped everything immediately if i asked him to hang out with me or pick me up some place. how i never heard of him being with friends.

the more i sat there, the more i threw myself into overdrive, thinking until my head started to pound from overthinking.

“well, you’re wrong,” he sighed. my eyes flitted up to gaze at his face. he looked sullen, almost like my answer had upset him. i released a silent huff through my nose, smirking in the process.

“you don’t have to protect me,” i murmured quietly.

“my mom called me. she begged me to come home one day. i didn’t understand it at first, but she's my mom. i did as i was told. when i got home, she didn’t say anything, just told me to get in the car. i remember thinking to myself ‘what’s got her feeling this way? why is she being ominous with her actions?’ the whole drive, she said nothing,” hoseok said, a distant look in his eyes.

“she ended up pulling over at some park. it was late, so i didn’t recognize it at first. but then i realized what park it was. it was the park we went to as kids. and, again, i kept wondering to myself why she was being enigmatic with her actions. and then she spoke. she said six words and then didn’t speak the rest of the week,” he said, his voice shaken with sadness.

“what did she say?” i asked softly, my voice a mere whisper. hoseok looked up at me, his eyes glazed red.

“your cousin tried to kill herself.”

i felt like the air had come out of my lungs.

it’s funny, people like to talk about your attempts, but nobody ever tells you where they were and what they were doing when they heard the news. nobody tells you the pain they feel or the hurt. the anger or the betrayal. they pretend like what they felt didn’t happen to convince themselves it wasn’t real and they could move on. because it didn’t work and you’re alive.

but hearing hoseok tell me about his experience, it stirred something in my heart and i hadn’t felt in a long time.

regret.

“she didn’t even mention if you survived or if you were okay. that’s all she said. and because she was crying, i assumed the worst. i had assumed you died. and it felt like everything in me… stopped working. like, i forgot what it was like to not have you by my side. every… every memory, every laugh. every inside joke. it was like a corny ass film playing at 2x speed in front of me. my mind kept telling itself this can’t be real. she wouldn’t do that to me’. but the longer we sat there and the harder she cried, i couldn’t take it. i jumped out of the car and just started running. i didn’t know where i was going but i just had to run because the car was so suffocating, i thought i was gonna pass out. and i kept asking myself ‘why her? why couldn’t she just talk to me? why didn’t she tell me she was hurting? does she know how much i love her and that i would do anything to keep her here?’ and then i was pissed because i thought you had abandoned me. that you didn’t care about me or your parents or my mom. but then… once i stopped running… i felt bad for you. because i could never imagine the amount of loneliness you must’ve felt thinking the only way to solve this was to end it all,” he said through his compendious recount of that night. i could feel the hurt and regret make its rounds in my heart, forcing my body to follow. it physically ached to hear hobi recall every moment of that night. “i’m sorry,” i cried out, crying into my hands.

“that’s why i hang out with you. that’s why i talk to you. because i don’t want you to feel that kind of loneliness ever again,” he admitted, sniffling. the hurt and regret only further festered and made me cry over hard to the point where i felt like i couldn’t breathe. hoseok stood from his spot, making his way around the island. he stood in front of me, pulling me into his chest, my arms wrapping around his waist. i hadn’t hugged anyone in years, and the amount of care and love hoseok had emitted through his hug made me cry even more.

“and that’s why i’m so glad you have jungkook. because when i can’t be there, at least he is,” he explained, rubbing small circles in my back.

though my doubt was still heavy, and i felt as if he had an ulterior motive, hoseok’s words comforted me in a way.

jungkook had been nothing but kind, never intrusive or inquisitive about my history or my feelings. he spoke to me because he wanted me to know that he cared.

and for the first time in forever, i felt something else too.

hope.

[jaeheewillalwaysbemyfav]

Obey Me: The Brothers Accidentally Trigger an Abused MC: Leviathan (3/7)

Disclaimer: I’m not an expert on abuse or mental health. I’m not portraying how one should respond to these situations, only how I think the characters might. Abuse and trauma in particular are very complex topics, and people respond in all sorts of ways to them, and sometimes it gets really bad on all sides.

I can only draw from my personal experiences as well as those of people who have shared their stories or who I’m close with. There’s no one narrative of abuse and how it affects someone, so what I’m familiar with might not be what you’re familiar with. Let’s try and all be respectful of each other.

Content Warnings: Heated arguments, reference to past abuse, parental abuse, trauma response, breaking down in tears, this is quintessential hurt/comfort y’all, buckle up

Sorry this took so long! I was kinda struggling with it on top of irl events causing some major delays. ^-^;

Lucifer (X), Mammon (X), Leviathan (you are here), Satan (X), Asmodeus (X), Beelzebub (X), Belphegor (X)

Oh, Levi. The reclusive otaku, ranked third in power by the Demon King but seemingly outclassed by his brothers. Not a model like Mammon, not intimidating like Lucifer, not intelligent like Satan, not confident like Asmo, not strong like Beel or cunning like Belphie… How terribly fitting that his distinguishing power is envy. Between his childish obsessions and his social awkwardness, it is easy to dismiss him as, at worst, whiny and insecure. But envy begets resentment and bitterness.

Envy heralds fury.

MC is trying to make up for the TSL quiz incident by spending more time with Leviathan. They’ve seen how he gets when he’s upset, but that was in response to deceit and cheating. Considering he’s a demon, they (sort of) understand his reaction. And besides, when he’s not nursing a grudge over being wronged, he seems nice enough. 

It doesn’t hurt that Levi’s elaborate collection of merchandise genuinely fascinates them. Any otaku’s collection of fandom goods is nothing to sneeze at, but Levi’s is several thousand years in the making. All kinds of unique and limited edition collectibles line the demon’s room like a densely packed nerdy museum. A little too densely packed, in fact.

One figurine of thousands.

MC doesn’t know Devildom figurines, doesn’t know which ones are unimaginably rare and twice as expensive.

They don’t mean to bump into that shelf while navigating Levi’s cluttered room.

But the shelf and their side collide nonetheless.

One figurine in thousands of pieces.

Leviathan is, naturally, livid. A stream of insults fly forth from his mouth, but MC hears none of them. All they can register is his voice, the shattered porcelain, and the roiling dread in their gut. Not again not again not again-

Levi advances, still shouting and waving his arms, “A normie like you can’t even imagine how much that was worth!” 

A particularly animated gesture whizzes by MC’s face and they collapse to their knees, bent over with their hands over their head.

“I’msorryI’msorryI’msosososorry, please don’t hit me again!” 

“They don’t even make these anymo- Wait, what?” the Avatar of Envy registers the state of this human. “I didn’t- I’m not gonna-” He starts to lean down and MC abruptly sits up on their knees.

“I-it’s okay!” they say, eyes wide and glossy. “I-I’ll fix it, I’ll c-clean it up, I can put it back together!”

They gather the broken pieces of the figurine in shaking hands, not reacting when the sharp edges slice up their palms. A puddle of shards and blood forms in their hand, but they don’t stop. They can fix this, they’ll clean up their mess, they’re not worthless, they can do this much at least, then maybe their punishment won’t be as bad-

“MC! You’re bleeding!” Levi says arbitrarily. He instinctively reaches out to stop them from collecting more fragments, but they flinch and drop a few, which prompts them to slam their other hand on the ones that remain.

The pair freeze. Leviathan can’t even hear the usual hum from his aquarium. Achingly slow, he turns MC’s hand around.

A large fragment is embedded halfway through their palm. They make eye contact, slit pupils boring into rounded ones that are still years and years away.

Leviathan runs to get a first aid kit.

When he comes back, MC is in the exact same position he left them in. The blood still oozes from their cuts and the shard in their palm is as large and intimidating as ever. Levi decides to deal with the smaller cuts first.

“MC,” he whispers. Their head snaps in his direction, but they don’t speak. “I’m going to take out the shards from your hands, okay?”

It takes them an agonizing few seconds to nod.

“Alright, just give me your hand, we’ll put the shards here for now…”

Taking out the pieces of the figurine from MC’s hands and bandaging them up takes Leviathan a surprising amount of time. While the hand MC used to hold the pieces they had picked up initially seemed like the easier one, there turned out to be an incredible amount of tiny shards in their palm, and finding them all was an ordeal in of itself. The bigger piece was much simpler to deal with once it was removed and the bandages were in place. 

He did have to hold MC’s hand until the bleeding slowed though. And that was honestly the most stressed he had been throughout this entire ordeal. It was while he was keeping pressure on their wound that MC gradually explained what had happened. As a child, their parents had been incredibly strict, and no mistakes or accidents were ever tolerated. Sometimes, the punishments became… physical. 

He might have gripped their hand a little harder than necessary after that.

But it has been a couple of weeks since this incident, and both MC and Leviathan have managed to develop quite the friendship despite the initial setbacks. MC’s bandages have come off, leaving their hands perfectly capable of responding to yet another of Levi’s texts.

Come 2 my room asap

got smth to show u ^-^

In less than five minutes, MC presents themself at Leviathan’s door. He opens it, and instead of the usual demand for a password, he simply waves them in and runs off to the bathtub he calls a bed. MC follows and immediately their nose wrinkles. An unusual smell permeates Levi’s room. It almost smells like… sawdust? Yes, like someone had been carving, with an added layer of liquid glue. Lots of it. The aroma is giving them a bit of a headache, to be honest. 

It all makes sense when Leviathan presents them with a wooden plaque in the shape of a heart. On it is a mosaic of two outstretched hands made of familiar porcelain shards and an engraved message: Accidents are A-Okay! A little engraved Ruri-chan giving a thumbs up completes the gift.

Levi holds it out with one hand, the other one covering his mouth as he asks, “D-do you like it?”

But when he comes back, MC is nowhere to be found. In fact, Levi never sees them again for weeks. This normally wouldn’t be unusual, given that he rarely leaves his room, but didn’t MC want to become friends? He thought they were on a pretty good track, bar a couple of, uh, incidents.

...Were they avoiding him? 

Levi can’t help but fixate on their last meeting. Yes, he probably overreacted a little bit, but that figurine was limited edition! And it’s not his fault MC reacted like that! He certainly didn’t ask them to clean up those pieces, and he even left to go get them a first aid kit! He was totally going to bandage them up, like that scene in Help! I’m Trapped in a Zombie Apocalypse and Keep Reliving My Childhood Trauma! 

It’s not fair, he thinks as the weeks drag on. He didn’t mean for them to get hurt. He didn’t even do anything this time! Why are they still punishing him like this? 

To make matters worse, he is the only one MC is avoiding. While they had made themself scarce for a few days, eventually they had started spending more time with the brothers again, and seeing them get closer to everyone else makes the Avatar of Envy’s blood boil.

He decides that if MC wants to hang around a bunch of normies instead of him, that’s on them. He refuses to stay in the same room as them, aside from meal times, and even then he doesn’t acknowledge their existence when it’s not strictly necessary. 

Even still, hearing them make Satan laugh, or playfully flirt with Asmo, or even coax a small smile out of Lucifer… he can’t help the envy burning hot and acidic in his chest.

[h2bakugou]

Hiii could u do hc for Baku and todo w/ a gf who wants to be at there house all the time like sleepover’s and after school because her family is really toxic and bully’s her and treats her like shit ( but never physically hurt her ) she acts like everything’s ok if you don’t want to do this plz say no💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟

a/n: hi!! of course love

headcanon: them with a s/o who hates being at their own house

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: fluff, swearing, angst

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katsuki bakugou

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Dorms weren’t a thing just yet. So you were currently staying at home. 

You hated home.

It was nothing but a pit of hatred, boiling over with your parents’ distaste for your future. They hated that you wanted to become a hero. They hated that you wanted to throw your life away on some whim.

“You’re wasting your time. You don’t have any talent.”

“You’re pathetic, and that quirk is useless in the hero world.”

“Drop out already, you’re being a real pain in the ass.”

But you didn’t listen. In fact, you did the opposite. You tried even harder.

But that was hard in it of itself.

When you and Bakugou got together, you made every excuse to go over. You felt like you were being clingy but you just didn’t want to be home. You didn’t want to hear your parents tease and bully you for chasing your dreams.

It was often you found yourself hanging out after school, staying for dinner, hanging out on the weekends, studying together, and eventually, after enough persuading from Bakugou, you could spend the night.

“We’re just gonna watch movies!”

“You better leave the door open!” 

“Shut up!” Bakugou yelled back to his mom, bringing you upstairs toward his room. You giggled and walked into his room, now accustomed to his house’s layout.

You opened your book bag to pull out some school work. As you opened your binder, a bunch of ripped papers were staring back at you.

This can’t be happening.

Your parents had taken their frustration with you out on your homework.

You’d stopped by to pick up some spare clothes, and in the meantime, they’d ripped and torn your important homework to shreds.

You sat on Bakugou’s bed, staring at the tattered fragments of what was supposed to be your math and reading homework.

“Hey what happened?” Bakugou asked, looking at the mess of paper.

“I-I don’t know.” You lied. Of course, you knew. But you didn’t want to tell him.

“Don’t give me that shit.” Bakugou turned to look at you. You looked back at him, your eyes brimming with tears. 

“Nothing is wrong, I promise.” You lied again. Bakugou frowned and glanced back at your homework.

“You expect me to believe that you just tore that up yourself?” Bakugou asked. You shook your head.

“It’s just-”

“It’s what? You can tell me.” Bakugou wasn’t the one for comforting, but he could tell when things were bothering you. And if something was making you upset, he was going to beat the shit out of whoever or whatever it was.

“My parents. They don’t like the idea of me being a hero. They must’ve done this while I was getting spare clothes.” You explained, leaning into Bakugou.

“I’ll have my mom make copies on the printer.” Bakugou looked down at his homework. He hadn’t started, so you’d be able to get a nice clean copy.

And then everything clicked. 

“Is this why you always want to come over?” Bakugou asked, not even giving his question a second thought.

“Yeah.” You whispered. As a few tears rolled down your cheek, you felt strong arms embrace you.

“Don’t ever ask me again if you can come over. You come over whenever you want, okay?” Bakugou rubbed your back. You nodded and lifted your head to look at Bakugou.

You smiled at him and poked his nose.

“You’re such a softie.” You said quietly, watching as Bakugou rolled his eyes.

“Only for you, dumbass.”

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shoto todoroki

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Shoto is sort of oblivious. But he knows what it’s like when parents pressure you.

At first, it was mostly just verbal taunts. Your parents would tease you for wanting to be a hero, and tell you that your quirk was pathetic.

But then things got worse.

They wouldn’t physically hurt you, but you wondered if they would.

The yelling and bullying got worse.

It became a daily thing. You’d be trying to make dinner and they’d mess with your things, crumping up your homework, your mom even hid your hero costume one time.

You found it a few days later but you had to make up an excuse as to where it went.

And then you and Todoroki started dating.

You started staying at your house less.

Todoroki was convinced you just liked being with him, and he soon had a full dresser drawer of your stuff, shirts, pants, jackets, you name it, it was in that drawer.

But then Todoroki noticed while you were using the bathroom, a note on your binder.

‘Just give up already, you should be supporting this family not chasing some stupid dream.’

When you got back from the bathroom, you froze, watching as Todoroki read through several notes you had from your parents.

“What are these?” Todoroki asked, looking over at you. You quickly scurried over and took them from him.

“It’s nothing.” You lied, shoving them back into your bookbag.

“They don’t look like nothing.” Todoroki replied. You just shook your head.

“Really it’s-”

“Is something happening at your house?” Todoroki didn’t have much restraint. He cared for you a lot, so he was willing to get to the bottom of things. And if something was happening like what was happening with his dad and him, he didn’t want you experiencing it.

“I-” You paused. You looked down at your lap and sighed.

“My parents don’t think I’d make a good hero. They think I’m just chasing some silly dream.” You explain, not wanting to look up at Todoroki.

Todoroki pulled you into a hug. You rested your head on his shoulder, snuggling into his warmth.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Todoroki questioned. You didn’t know what to say. You just didn’t want him feeling bad for you.

“I don’t know.” Was all you could say. Todoroki hugged you tighter, understanding your pain. How long had you been going through this?

“You’re more than welcome to come over whenever you’d like.” Todoroki pulled away looking at you. You nodded and smiled.

“Thank you.” You thanked him. Todoroki was your escape.

“Do you want some soba?” Todoroki asked, his eyes lighting up.

“I would love some soba.”

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masterlist

[mashiraostail]

Hi! Can I please get, Hizashi, Aizawa, Midnight and Toshinori comforting an S/O who had a really REALLY bad day? Maybe S/O comes home the door closes and they just start sobbing? How would our babes comfort them (Gender Neutral S/O please!!)

yeah!! I hope ur day wasn’t bad when u sent this omg hopefully this is helpful! ): under the cut!

Hizashi- You were just exhausted, it was one stupid mishap after another, and you were so miserable it made you physically sore. All you wanted to do was go home and go to sleep, you knew you should shower, clean up a little, you assumed like you looked as awful as you felt. But you couldn’t, it was so much all at once and all you could think about was letting it fester in bed alone in the dark where nothing could annoy or bother you for the foreseeable future.  Though you forgot about one variable, and are reminded of it the moment you open your front door.  Hizashi.  He’s just lounging around the living room, it was probably a rather quiet Thursday night to everyone but you and he seemed to be enjoying the tranquility. He was sitting on the floor by the table, he had a little keyboard synth resting in his lap, and headphones haphazardly over his ears. He looked content and comfortable and so very in his element that you realized you’d been so upset all day that you’d forgotten about him.  Now all you wanted to do was lay in the dark with him. Listen to his voice, let him comfort you, be close to him. If anyone could make you feel better it was him. Honestly, you don’t know why you start crying. But you feel the tears welling up the minute he looks up at you.  “Hey hot-...stuff.” He’s standing up and bridging the space between you the second he realizes you’re crying. Of course he’d call you some stupid silly nickname, of course he’d just be normal Hizashi, of course he would.  “Babe, what’s up?” He’s standing nervously in front of you, jittery to the point of hilarity, he clearly wanted to touch you but didn’t want to upset you more, you could tell in his face that he didn’t know if it was him you were upset with, or something else entirely. You rub at your eyes, trying and failing to ebb the flow of tears down your cheeks and when you finally look at him you actually feel sort of guilty at how upset he looks on your behalf, like his whole heart just broke.  “Zashi, please, can I just have a hug?”  The pride that had been dwindling at his uncertainty of the cause of your tears seemed to instantly swell back up again. “Yeah! Yes! Come on! Get in here babe!” He pulls you in tight, pressing your wet face into his neck. The way you hold onto him, the tightness, the hand in the back of his hair, all of it makes him wobble with affection. But for you, it just made the dam crack. You felt safe, and warm, and surrounded by him, and that comfort turned what was previously a few exhausted tears turned into full-body wracking sobs.  “Jeeze baby did you miss me that much?” He’s squeezing you, tight, pressing scattered kisses to the side of your head, face, temple and ear, whatever he can reach, the arms around his neck, your hair, it didn’t matter as long as it was kissable and to him all of you was kissable. He can feel the big blobs of salty tears against his neck and shirt collar, he can feel them smear against him as you nod, wet exhausted laughter slipping out of you.  “I did.”  “You’ll blow up my ego babe.” He warns you as he presses his nose into your hair, “I hope you didn’t really miss me so much that it made you this upset...I’m always a phone call away babe.” He pulls you out of the crook of his neck and wipes off your face with his palm, “you looked like a kicked puppy.” His eyebrows twitch up desperately, “please babe you’re breaking my heart here. What’s wrong?”  You shake your head, “I’ve just had the most...awful day. I was so miserable, and it was just one thing after another, I couldn’t catch a break, even on my break something went wrong somehow.” He’s nodding along with you, ever intent. “All I could think about all day was coming home and just going to bed. I’d been so worthless all day that I didn’t even think about how nice it would be to see you, and when I finally did and you were just sitting there and you looked so comfortable and I just wanted to be with you. I wanted to be close to you and all at once it was like I went from wanting to lock myself up alone in bed to I just wanted to be near you.” You shake your head again, harder this time, “and then when you hugged me it was just so...I was so relieved. I’ve wanted to cry like this all day but I didn’t feel like I could and now-”  “You’re gonna make me cry please-” He’s squeezing your face, “you’re so sweet. You look exhausted.” He’s pulling your face up to his peppering a few kisses to your lips. You just sigh, relieved, it felt good. “What do you want me to do?” He holds your arms, “more hugs? Kisses? We could watch a movie?” His hand goes back up to your face, wiping away the tears again, “you shouldn’t cry so much you’ll get sick, and your eyes will be all puffy and sore tomorrow.” He’s squeezing your face again, “you look cute when you cry though. Like a sweet little baby-”  “Shut up.” You snort, shoving his chest. He looks so relieved to have just made you laugh a little. “Can you just go back to what you were doing?” You ask, hands landing on his chest.  “It wasn’t anything very interesting.” He insists, “we can shower and call it an early night if you want-”  “No it’s okay, I just wanna sit with you.” He looks like he’s gonna explode. “Of course..” He starts taking off your clothes though.  “Zashi I-”  “I know, I know.” He shushes you and keeps going until you’re standing in the middle of the living room in your underwear.  “Was that fun for you?” You cross your arms to cover yourself up. Though it doesn’t last long since he shucks his own teeshirt off and pulls it over your head, “isn’t this better? Come on let's go sit down.”  You spend about an hour sitting behind him, arms wrapped around his abdomen, cheek resting against his back as he tinkered with the synth before him. When you ask to go to bed he doesn’t protest, he just says of course, you go ahead he’ll be there in a minute. 

Aizawa- Nothing else could go wrong, honestly, the last thing that could get fucked up would just be you dropping dead right there. You were supposed to be home hours ago and you were sure your trashed phone had more than a few missed calls and texts from Shouta who’d probably waited up for you. The thought of seeing him now felt like the best thing in the world. He’d listen to you talk about your shitty day for hours and just agree with you he’d just hum and nod when you said you felt like the only person walking around with a brain sometimes. What you didn’t expect though is to feel so thoroughly relieved the moment you stepped foot inside, and finally caught sight of the man. It was like a thousand pound weight just dropped off your shoulders, like for the first time all day your lungs could expand and take in a good full breath. There was a pile of papers beside Shouta, and he was looking over them with minimal interest, long hair pulled away from his neck, a pencil sticking out of it, holding the dark mass in place miraculously. Even the way he sat was inviting to you, like every time he shifted or moved it just an invitation for you to curl up and get close. “Hey, welcome back.” He pulls the back of the pen away from his lips as he looks up at you, “You’re really late today is everything-” When he gets a good look at you though he doesn’t feel the need to finish his question.  “Yeah. I’m sorry I’m late.” You don’t know why you’re biting back tears, he wouldn’t care if you cried, he’s seen it before.  “It’s okay.” He waves you over and moves the pile of papers out of the way. “You look like you were really busy.” He could see the tears welling up in your eyes, he knew the helpful thing right now would probably be to get the dam to break, you look like you really needed to cry. “You’ve got a twig in your hair.” He reaches over and pulls it out.  “Thanks-” Your voice breaks and you take deep shaky breath. He can tell he’s just about there. He can practically see your foundation creaking. “You... don’t look like you feel very good.” He squeezes your shoulders, “talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong so I can fix it.” Yeah, that does it. There you go. Crying like a baby. He’s kind of proud of himself and how quickly he gets you to let down that wall. You practically tackle him but he accepts it, he sees it coming a mile away.  “Bad day?” His hand on the back of your head just makes you cry more. He honestly was expecting a little cry, the exhausted maybe a little petulant, ‘I just want today to be over’ sort of crying, but what he got instead was full-on bawling.  He was sort of taken aback. “Bad day feels like an understatement.” He amends and you just nod ferociously into him, the harsh scruff on his jaw was a grounding comfort whenever it scratched your skin. “I just had a really...terrible day.” You shake your head, arms coming tighter around him, “a really really terrible day. Everything just kept going wrong and it feels like it’s all always my fault like I should have known-”  “you shouldn’t blame yourself for the mistakes of other people.” He reminds you, a comforting hand between your shoulder blades, “mistakes are just mistakes anyways. There’s rarely a problem that can’t be fixed.” “I just want to be helpf-”  “I know you do. And you are.” He promises, feeling your hand fist in the back of his shirt, “you don’t give yourself enough credit, I’m sure without you around today would have been a lot worse for your colleagues. You always pick up so much slack. You work so hard just to turn a blind eye to all your effort.”  “I could have done more, I wasn’t even the last person to leave today I-”  “I bet you were the first person there.” You’re silent to that. “I’m proud of you for working so hard, you’re going to accomplish some really great things, even if you don’t feel that way right now. But you need to give yourself more credit if you beat yourself up so much all the time you’ll stop feeling passionate about your work.” You knew he was right, he was always so level headed, he always made perfect sense, he always knew what needed to be said.  “Either way though, it’s over now. The terrible day from hell can stay outside in the hall. It’s not allowed in here.” You laugh a little bit at that and the ebbing of tears is a bit of a reprieve to him. “What can I do to make you feel better?”  “I already feel a little better Sho, really.” You pull away and wipe your face off, he’s looking down at you sympathetically.  “You look miserable.” He leans down to your lips anyways, and it’s a nice kiss, relaxing, tender and soft, it’s the kind of kiss that makes you drowsy. “It’s pretty late already. To be honest I was worried when it started getting dark out and I still hadn’t heard from you. Why don’t we call it a night? I can grade this stuff later, it’s not like they’d be looking for it, and I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t notice if I never returned it.” You chuckle at that too, “I think you underestimate them sometimes.” He hums at that, “no not where it counts.” He takes your face in his hands, “how about a hot shower, some water, and a lot of sleep?” You nod at that, “that sounds good.”  “You look exhausted. He picks a leaf out of your hair, “jeez, what kind of trouble did you get yourself into today?”  “You don’t wanna know.” You groan and he replies to it with a breathy chuckle, “let’s just get you cleaned up, I bet just that alone will make you feel 100x better.”  And he was right. It did, it felt like all the shitty things from today swirled down into the shower drain with the soap and all the dirt it’d washed away. It felt like you were getting a new start. He seems pretty proud of how quickly he’d gotten you to bounce back. He sends you off to bed and promises to be there as soon as he finishes cleaning up his stuff in the living room, but by the time he gets into bed you’re already fast asleep. 

Nemuri- You had to be the only intelligent life on the planet. That’s what you were saying to yourself as you jammed your key into your front door. It was like no other being you’d crossed today even possess the capability for though and your workload practically quadrupled from it. You had no idea how you were meant to get all of this done and all you wanted to do was go home and never have to think about anyone you’d seen today again. Your inability to say no just preceded you and it felt like everyone had taken advantage like all people ever did was take advantage. It was equal parts infuriating and disheartening. You wanted to be good and helpful but people just took advantage, played dumb, and pawned all the work off to you. It was like no one on the whole planet even appreciated a single thing you did and-  “Well there you are angel, I was starting to worry you got kidnapped or something.” Nemuri is grinning at you, “you’re never this late, honestly I was starting to miss you. Are you okay? It’s not normal for you to be so late-” Nemuri did, Nemuri appreciated everything you did and she always missed you when you were apart and she sent you all sorts of funny texts and voicemails when you couldn’t see each other and Nemuri would never treat you like that. The relief of that makes your heart feel ten times lighter in your chest and all you can do is cry about it.  “You’re right..silly question.” She swings her legs off the couch and waves you over to her side, of course, you go wiping the tears as they stream down your face. “What’s wrong? Was it something I said?” She frowns at you and you just shake your head and wave her off. “No not you... it’s..” You whine into your hands and she hums at you sympathetically, putting a hand on either of your arms.  “You had a bad day then? Or something else?”  “A really...really bad day.” You hiccup and let her pull you forward, she wraps her arms securely around you. “That makes me sad.” She rests her cheek in your hair, “is it salvageable?” She rubs your back, “can we fix it?” She wonders, “would talking about it help?”  “it’s just so unfair, I want to be nice, I want to help but I always take on an unfair amount and everyone takes advantage of me. I’m terrible at saying no, but why can’t people be mindful of that? I’m so mindful of everyone else I don’t see why they can’t extend the courtesy to my weakness-” She hums along and nods every few words, you feel her shift against you.  “You can’t help being a big softie can you?” She squeezes you, “you’re so cute. I just adore you.” That shouldn’t make you cry any harder but it does. You felt sort of stupid, childish even, you knew Nemuri didn’t see you like that, she’d had her fair share of bad days since meeting you and she’s acted similarly, but still.  “Oh angel I think you just need to cry it out for a little don’t you?” You just nod into her shirt. “Okay then. I’ll stay right here while you do.” You feel her lips against your head and she leans back onto the cushions of the couch. “I could talk about something else?” She offers, “do you wanna hear about my day?” You nod again, “yeah..that might- help-” You’re hiccuping helplessly and normally she’d find it to be sort of cute, but in your current state, she found it a little distressing. Either way, she talked quietly into your hair about whatever came to mind from today, some of her students, the papers they’d handed in, one of her student’s continued inability to spell ‘democracy’. After a few minutes the tears prattled off, and all you were left with was a massive headache and a puffy red face. When you finally do pick yourself up Nemuri isn’t sure if she wants to scream, cry, kiss you, or do all three in an indiscriminate order.  “You're so cute.” She takes your face in her hands, “do you feel a little better now?” Her thumbs are wiping over the wet skin, “look at you, you even look good when you’re crying. It’s like in a movie or something-”  “I’m probably a ballon-” Your laugh is quiet and tired but it’s a laugh at least.  “A very cute ballon.” Nemuri clicks her tongue at you. “It’s late isn’t it?” She reaches behind you and procures a bottle of water, though it seems like she’s taken a few sips from it and it’s not freshly cold. “You should drink some water, it’ll help your headache.” You do as she suggests because she was right, and now all you wanted was for the dull throbbing behind your eyes to stop.  “Go get into bed.” Nemuri kisses you when you pull the bottle away from your lips and you hum into it appreciatively, “I’ll bring in some aspirin for you.” She pulls back and you nod, you didn’t have it in you to protest that it wasn’t actually that late, still hardly 11. “I’ll take extra good care of you tonight.” She assures you as she stands, she takes your wrists and pulls you up, “that way when you have to go back tomorrow you won’t feel so overwhelmed.” She squeezes your face in her hands, “there’s still a whole hour left of today, I bet I can salvage it for you.” 

Toshinori- Exhausted was the understatement of the millennia. You could drop dead where you stood if you stopped thinking about staying alive, you were sure of it. You even slipped out early because you couldn’t tolerate staying any longer.  You slump against the door as you close it, just being home alone was enough to make you feel a million times safer and you can already feel the tears welling up in your eyes. You were so focused on your shifting emotions you didn’t even notice Toshinori sitting on the couch until he spoke.  “Hey.” He’s sitting up straighter at the sight of you, you’re sure you look as terrible as you feel and Toshinori was always good at picking up on your feelings. He’s standing up, crossing the room to get to you.  “Toshi-” You’ve never been so happy to see someone, to have someone pull you into the chest, he encased you in his warmth, his presence wrapped around you just like his arms did. It takes a moment, the warmth and comfort of him accosted your icy emotions, but once the two touched you felt like you were melting away, It came out in your tears.  “What’s wrong?” His voice is so quiet, and soft, physically soft, it hits you like a pillowcase full of feathers. “You look so upset.”  The way you fist up the back of his teeshirt in your hands like you were desperate to just be closer, begging him to come as close as he could, to wrap you up and melt away all the ice, like warm spring sunshine hitting a frozen pond, you wanted him to surround you like sunlight did every time you stepped outside. And he could tell, he could feel it.  “I’m right here, hey, I’m right here with you. I’m here now.” He’s holding the back of your hand with one large hand and cupping the small of your back with the other. “Whatever it is is over now. It can’t bother you anymore. I’m here. Please don’t be upset. Tell me how I can help.”   “You’re perfect-” Your voice wobbles with your tears, “Toshi please-” You warble and can’t help rubbing your face into his shirt.  “Please what?” His thumb rubs the base of your skull affectionately, “whatever you want. What do you need?”  “Just stay-” You voice cracks and you feel him lean into you at that.  “Of course I’ll stay with you...let’s sit down okay?” He pulls you away and takes your jaw in his hands, tilting your head up to see you better. “I know you’re upset, but try not to cry so hard okay? You’ll get sick..” He leans down enough to press a kiss to your forehead, “and seeing you cry so hard makes me really upset, that’s probably selfish of me to say but I can’t help it. I just wanna help you feel better.”  He walks you to the couch and you’re more than happy to fall into his lap.  “I just had a really bad day.” You scrub your face, “terrible, long, awful day.” One of your hands absently curls a few blonde strands around your finger and Toshinori hums at your explanation.  “Well it’s over now.” He holds the base of your skull when he kisses your forehead, “it’s just me and you.” You were holding his free hands with yours and you nod.  “Do you wanna talk about it?” He offers, murmuring it into your forehead.  You shake your head, “it was just a bad day..”  “Why don’t you get comfy here and go to sleep for a little?” He pulls you into closer still and you wrap your arms around him, maybe you will. Exhaustion was seeping into your vision and the kiss he leans down into doesn’t do anything to help. It makes your stomach and chest buzz warm, all you want is to get closer and then even closer, to kiss and kiss and kiss until you couldn’t open your eyes in between them and you dozed off into a comfortable sleep against him. He was happy to oblige you. 

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

in ur ABO universe do omegas get periods, like maybe they only last 2 days before heat or ? If they do then could u do one where she gets a stain while they’re both sleeping and he comforts her, if they don’t have periods then that’s completely fine, your not obligated to do anything ❤️

So... Its a bit long and I got carried away cause well I really loved this ask. I had to write it on phone, so all errors are my own. Warnings- smut, talk of past abuse.

Word Count- 1.5k

You didn't even think about it when you woke up with tingles lacing through your body. Nothing alarming, just a need. You needed to feel your Alpha spread you open and fill you, his hands holding your down and those growls of his making demands. 

You should have thought about what it meant to be that horny, but you couldn't. Your Wolf whined at your lust, and you pressed in against Steve's side, your body, hot, seeking. He woke to you biting on his shoulder and smirking with a tease next to him. 

His eyes flashed in recognition and he pulled himself up to hover over you, cage you in against the bed. "Wound up Little One?" 

"Maybe? Maybe I just want to feel you." You rolled a bit to touch him but he grasped your hip instead, flipping you till your ass arched into the air, your face pressed into your pillow. Steve knelt behind you, looking while giving admiring strokes of his fingers between glistening folds. 

"Your drenched Little One, absolutely soaked." Giving the slightest tap against your clit, you bit the pillow and pressed your face into it to keep from yelping at the feeling. Arousal starting to run down your inside thigh, making Steve ache in his own need. 

His hand grasped around his shaft, slick with you, a couple pumps to coat himself before he pressed at your entrance. "Oh shit" he groaned as he sunk into your core, bottoming out with a dirty grind of hips sure to make you howl into the pillow and clamp around his cock. 

"I got you." Steve growled while grasping your hips and rocking you forward till he almost pulled out. Another hard thrust, angled just right had you nodding while hissing "right there Steve, harder right there." And he drilled that spot that might have made you embarrassingly wet around his cock, but your mind was in a scramble. Not thinking, just reacting. You just dug your fingers in those crisp white sheets and held on. 

The room filled with slapping hips against a plump ass from the way your back arched, Steve caging you in against the mattress that muffled your cries for more while he pinned your shoulder down with a hard bite and urgent growls against your ear. 

"Going to Fuck you stupid Little One, a mess in my bed" 

It was all you could ask for, and you withered into the mattress, thick cock splitting you open till you were crying. "Alpha! Please I want to cum, please"

Hearing your needing cries he splayed a hand against your clenched belly to hold you from collapsing, and his other found that little bud between your thighs, rubbing vigorously to make you spasm. "Oh! Alpha, Fuck. I'm gonna-" you twisted and wriggled underneath him, it felt so good, you couldnt help yourself.

"Do it, your Alpha demands it. Cum all over my cock, so pretty when you do Little One." He growled while a lap of tongue against your neck marked you with his scent. You started arching while locking around him, squeezing and milking for his seed, a soundless cry finally found a voice and it was his name you were screaming. 

Steve wasn't far behind you. "Fuck, oh Fuck, shit…" his hips slamming into you until he spilled, his knot swelling and locking inside of you while he slouched to his elbows, panting against your shoulder. 

"Alpha?" You said softly and he groaned in answer, tightening his arm around your stomach and rolled you two enough to get comfortable until he softened. You yawned and pressed your back against his chest, looking up at him, nuzzling your nose under his chin covered in that reddish tinged beard. "Goodnight." 

"Wake me up again if you need to." Steve chuckled against your hair while dropping a kiss to your temple. Now you were full and sated, it was easy to fall asleep. 

That next morning found you stretched on your stomach, warmth all over, you sensed Steve next to you, still sound asleep, and arm settled over his eyes to block out the light. 

You shifted to get up and felt the stickiness coating between your thighs. You paid it no mind, thinking it was just from last night. A shower would clean you right up. Untill you caught the rich iron scent. No! shit! You leaped up and there it was. A red damning stain on the white sheets, one you wouldn't be able to hide from Steve. Panic and some embarrassment start to creep up your neck as you try to think of what to do. 

<Calm down y/n, we can fix this. Steve won't be mad.>

They always disciplined us before if we ruined stuff. 

<Steve isn't Pierce.>

No, but what if it bothers him? You questioned irrationally, rushing into the bathroom to wash yourself, willing the water to warm. Maybe I can scrub it out. 

<Y/N! Would you stop please?> the Little Wolf pleaded, but you were stepping into the hot water, almost too hot and started scrubbing at your skin, feeling like you were dirty, Steve would find you dirty. 

Steve woke to hear the shower cranked and figured you were just getting ready for the day. Before his eyes slid closed, he shifted the blankets and found the stain. At first he was worried he might have hurt you, but then he caught the scent that you were close to your heat. 

<Must be why she's in the shower> 

Will just change the bedsheets and go check on her. Steve responded as his Wolf settled back into sleep. Quickly he had stripped the bed, and found darker sheets to put on, not worried about the incident. Or realizing you were in the midst of panic while in the shower. Knocking on the door, he was hit with a facefull of steam, and could see you on the other side of the curtain scrubbing under the spray. 

He was about to close the door for you when he heard a whimper above the water and he turned back. "Y/N? Little One?" No answer and he went to pull back the curtain to see you bright red from the water, and you went to turn it off, confused as to why you seemed upset. 

"I'm sorry Steve… I'm really sorry, please dont be mad." 

"Mad?!" He said with surprise and picked up a nearby towel, holding it open so you could step into it. "Baby, why would I be mad?" 

Hesitating, you stepped forward and Steve was careful to wrap it around you. When you grabbed the edges to hide yourself, he cupped your face, studying you a second. 

<She's scared.> the Wolf rumbled with unease, wanting to reassure you.

I can smell it… Steve agreed, and was careful to scoop you up, carrying you into the cooler bedroom.

"You're not mad I ruined the sheet?" 

Settling in a chair in the corner of the room, Steve situated you in his lap, his hand stroking along your bare thigh the towel didn't cover and his arm wrapped around your back for support. 

"I can just wash it Little One, I don't care there's a bit of blood on it." He said with confusion. His hand heavy as he rubbed along your leg, trying to ease your tension. He tilted his head and let his mouth brush along your neck, breathing in against the curve. You were still tense in his hold, and moving his hand, he gently grasped your chin to tilt towards him. "Why would you think I would be upset?" 

You couldn't look away, when he held you in his hold to face him like this, your instincts were to stay put, give him what he wants. The words bubbled up to answer. "Pierce and the others would punish us if we ruined something like that." You were quiet a moment before adding. "It won't happen again, I swear it." 

Steve's eyes widened as he realized you expected this from him, thought it was normal for partners to be disgusted and upset. 

Oh Little One no… Steve thought and his Wolf snarled in anger at what Pierce had done to make you fear him. 

"Never, ever would you make me angry, it's natural Little One. The sheet is nothing but a thing, and I will replace them every time if it bothers you to see a stain after it's washed." His forehead leaned against yours. 

Your eyes searched his for any sign of anger, but they were crystal clear and bright. There was no displeasure darkening them. You wrinkled your nose and gave a small apologetic smile and he pressed his lips to yours, nipping at them gently. "You wanna get dressed and I will take you off the mountain, into town? You can get supplies you need and we can have a morning out exploring?" When you nodded, he tapped your thigh gently to have you stand and get dressed. 

He wasn't mad!

< Of course not. He cares for you, he isn't going to be bothered by something that happens every month.> 

Steve was getting ready to take his own shower when you leaned against the door frame. It occurred to you how fucking lucky you were to have such a patient Alpha. "It really doesnt bother you?" 

Pausing a moment, he gave a shake of his head. "What kind of Wolf would I be if blood bothered me? Fuck its like a trigger. Knowing your close to heat again." He gave a smirking growl as he stepped in the shower, wriggling his brows at you while closing the curtain. You couldnt help but laugh at his suggestive teasing. 

"You are an animal." 

"Got that right Little One." He shot back while turning on the water. "Always will be." 

[meltwonu]

32. “If you interrupt me one more time, so help me god.”

35. “Bite me.”

        “If you insist.”

49. “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

notes; ‘allo!! I'm gonna be uploading the drabble game posts a lil differently just to see what works better for me so here we go! 💕 a little bit of brat!reader and some window sex 🤤 thank u for requesting! enjoy! 💕 also this is long so the rest is under the cut! 

“Will you quiet down?!”

Jeonghan pushes you into his bedroom just as you huff, locking the door behind him as he turns to face you. “Baby, what’s gotten into you?!” The look on Jeonghan’s face is enough to tell you he’s beyond pissed off. If looks could kill, you think.

“Don’t fucking call me that! You have no right to call me that!”

“What is going on with you? What’s gotten you so fuckin’ pissy?!”

It had started out a normal enough night; Jeonghan had invited some of his friends over for dinner which you gladly helped him make. One of them had asked what your relationship was to Jeonghan and he had said “best friends” and while that technically wasn’t wrong, it still made you a little upset. You had decided the night was over mentally; becoming unresponsive and ignoring all of Jeonghan’s questions and comments directed at you. 

However, once the initial disappointment subsided, you decided you wanted to be a brat instead, palming him through his slacks underneath the table with an evil glint in your eye. Jeonghan had immediately clammed up, shooting you a menacing glare which you ignored. The night continued just like that, your hand on his hardening cock while he tried to keep a conversation going with his friends as you sat by his side quietly.

When his friends decided it was time to leave, you stood by Jeonghan, an innocent smile plastered on your face until the front door shut; Jeonghan quickly wrapping a hand around your wrist as he dragged you to his bedroom where you currently stood.

He runs a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated with you as he watches you stand by the large floor to ceiling window. Jeonghan hated raising his voice at you but you’d gotten bratty with him which he also hated and wouldn’t allow. “Well? What the fuck is going on in that head of yours?”

“You called us best friends. We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

You hate the way your voice waivers for a second when you speak, hands curling up into fists by your side.

“Is that what this is all about? You’re pissed because I told them we’re friends? What the fuck was I supposed to tell them? Did you want me to tell them that I’ve been in love with you for months? And that I’ve been too fuckin’ scared to say anything? Did you want me to tell them I’ve been fucking my best friend while trying to hide how I actually feel?”

“Jeonghan, I--”

“Don’t fucking interrupt me. Trust me when I say I didn’t know how you felt until now. If I knew that little comment would’ve pissed you the fuck off, I wouldn’t have said it. Fuck, and then you go and be a little brat. Touching me under the table like a little slut.”

“But I--”

“If you interrupt me one more time, so help me god.”

This time, Jeonghan walks over to you by the window, pinning you against the glass. You bite your lip, holding your breath once you’re chest to chest with him.

“This is not how I envisioned this to go. I’m annoyed I had to confess to you like this because you couldn’t stop yourself from being a little brat. But I understand how you feel and for that I’m sorry I didn’t say anything sooner.” You finally breathe when Jeonghan’s knuckles caress your cheek lovingly, drawing your eyes to meet his.

“But I’m still fuckin’ pissed you pulled that and effectively ruined dinner.”

Jeonghan’s once gentle touch turns rough as he squeezes your face with his hand. “You need to be punished for your actions, baby. You know I don’t like it when you act like a brat.”

“Bite me.”

“If you insist.”

He tilts your head to the side, leaning down to kiss and suck at your neck as you whimper under his touch. He bites down softly, nibbling on your skin.

“Ah, Jeonghan…”

His hands travel down your body until they reach the hem of your dress, a smirk pressed into your skin as he starts to lift the material up. “W-wait, Jeonghan…”

“Hmm?”

“The… the window…” Jeonghan pulls away, placing his hands on your hips before he spins you around, pressing your front into the glass. You feel him press into your backside; his hard cock against your ass.

“Oh? Don’t you want an audience? Isn’t that what your goal was when you decided you wanted to play during dinner?”

“Mmm, but don’t you know? I love playing with my food before I eat it.” You giggle afterwards, eyes watching the stray cars on the road down below. Jeonghan, on the other hand, doesn't appreciate your sass; pressing you harder into the window as he begins to lift your dress. “Still wanna be a brat huh? Guess I’ll have to treat you like one then.” He tugs you by the back of your dress, lifting the flimsy material over your head in one quick movement before he all but shoves you towards the window again, bare chest against the cool glass.

“J-Jeonghan…”

“I don’t want to hear it.”

He starts to work on his pants, undoing the button and the zipper before sliding them down with his underwear enough to get his cock out, his hand wrapping around the shaft as he moans.

“Is that pussy of yours already wet or do I need to get it nice and ready for my cock?”

“Why don’t you find out?” You wiggle your hips at him, arms braced on the window as you catch your reflection in it. Jeonghan pulls your hips towards himself, hands immediately tugging your panties down until they’re around your thighs.

You clench around nothing, already wanting Jeonghan inside of you when he decides to run his fingers between your folds. “You little slut, you’re soaking.” You giggle; in all honesty, you were wet from the second you started playing with Jeonghan during dinner. “Yeah? Then why don’t you get that cock inside my pussy then.” Jeonghan scoffs, continuing to run his fingers through your wetness, collecting it and using it to coat his cock with.

“Okay, but you asked for it.”

Jeonghan places the head of his cock at your entrance, slowly inching in as you both moan. He feels no resistance when he slides in, a smirk on his lips when he realizes how much he affected you. When he bottoms out, he stays still for a second to let you adjust; hands on your waist as he caresses your skin. You clench around him, whining when you want him to move.

He starts a moderate pace, fucking into you from behind as you press against the window; the glass fogging up from your breathy moans. Thankfully, his apartment was high enough that people probably wouldn’t be able to see your naked chest pressed up against the glass but at this point you’re not even sure and you don’t even care.

“J-Jeonghan…”

“Mm?”

“I’m, ngh, f-for the record, m’sorry…”

“Me too.” Jeonghan squeezes your waist; a particularly hard thrust aimed directly at your g-spot making you see stars. “Jeonghan, right t-there!” He continues to fuck you at that angle; loving the way you tighten around his cock.

The sounds of your moans are all Jeonghan can hear as he thrusts into you, too focused on getting you and himself to cum. He can tell you’re close when you start to whine, begging him to fuck you harder and faster.

“Ca--Can you touch my clit, please?”

“No.”

“Wh--”

“You’re gonna cum from my cock alone or you’re not cumming at all.” You whimper but nod as you press your forehead to the cool glass. You’re close enough to your orgasm that you don’t even doubt it. He starts to fuck you harder and faster just like you asked; the head of his cock slamming into your cervix. You start to drool at the sensation, loving it when Jeonghan got rough with you. Incoherent sounds start to spill from your lips, a tell tale sign that you’re about to cum.

Jeonghan’s thrusts become erratic when he feels his orgasm coming, his nails digging into the skin of your waist when he finally cums after a few more thrusts. The warmth of his cum inside you spurs your own orgasm; your walls fluttering around his cock as the two of you cum together. Your eyes are so tightly shut you can see shapes dancing behind your eyelids as your orgasm washes over you.

When you start to slump against the window is Jeonghan’s cue to pull out of you, his cum trickling down your thighs and catching on the panties still in place. He wraps an arm around your midsection so you don’t fall, helping you stand as he holds you against his chest.

“Hey, Jeonghan?” Your voice is slurred, laced with tiredness as you rest your head against his shoulder.

“Yeah?”

“I’m really sorry.”

“I know, me too. Let’s get you cleaned up and then we can go to bed and start fresh tomorrow.”

“No.” Jeonghan tugs your panties up even though you complain; walking you towards the bathroom. “What do you mean ‘no’, baby?” He helps you lean up against the countertop, tugging his shirt off in the process.

“I want you to fuck me again but I want you to be nice.”

Jeonghan turns to run the shower, a smirk on his face when he turns back around to face you.

“Oh? Okay, I’ll show you how nice I can be.”

[harrysgoldenline]

can i get a harry one shot where you are really insecure about the whole album/ camille thing and u talk to sarah about it and ur crying and harry notices and comes over but u run away and sarah tells him everything and he comes to find you but you pretend like ur fine but he sees through it and he goes off on this lone speech about how much he loves you and how ur the only person he will ever love and u both are just happy it’s out and the open and a happy ending ?

OMG MY FIRST REQUEST!! YES OF COURSE! I REALLY REALLY REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE IT ! and if anyone else has any requests, send them my way!!! :)

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My Muse

Y/N was distraught.

She loved Harry, his music, his career and could not be more proud of him, his success and who he has become.

Although, she was struggling.

This whole album has been about Harry discovering himself, who he is... but also about his ex-girlfriend Camille.

Y/N knew about Harry everything he went through after their relationship ended, he was struggling greatly. They met around half a year after the break up, but she could see Harry was still struggling. She could see how he would keep to himself around new people, especially out in public. He was quite and wouldn’t speak out much, very different then how their mutual friend, Sarah had always described him.

Sarah has always talked highly of him, being in his band they grew very close and she often got to see how he went through his different writing processes. She saw him before and after shows and she knew him before and after Camille. Something Y/N could not relate to.

As time passed, the two got together, forming what their friends called a power couple. Harry and Y/N were completely inseparable, growing closer and closer as each day passed.

Harry opened up to her a few months into the relationship, sitting her down and letting her know exactly what happened in the relationship and why it was so difficult for him when it ended. He told her that since it was a huge part of the album, he might have to talk about it a bit, without saying names of course but she knew that everyone else already knew who he was going to be talking about.

“It’s okay, Harry. I totally understand. Don’t worry about it.” She would always say, giving him a smile and a soft kiss onto his jawline.

Y/N wasn’t lying, she did understand why and she didn’t want him to worry about her, not now. Not when his second album is taking off, hitting the top of the charts in preorder alone.

She did enjoy the majority of interviews. Hearing him tell funny stories of the writing process, or always getting emotional as he opens up about finding himself, his true sound and how he doesn’t feel like he needs to hold back anymore. But interview after interview, it got harder. Hearing him talk about the love he felt and then the unbearable pain after it was gone. She felt inadequate. Wondering if nothing went wrong, where would she be? Would Harry still fall for her when Sarah introduced him like he said he did?

Although, Y/N never brought up these concerns to him. Especially after the album drop he was on top of the world, explaining how he has never felt happier and more free, but she couldn’t help thinking if he would be happier with her by his side instead.

“Y/N, are you alright?” A voice brings her out, looking up and seeing Sarah standing there at the door, offering her a soft smile.

“Oh hi! Yeah, I’m totally fine don’t worry about me.” She nodded, looking back at the monitor, watching Harry messing around on stage with Mitch after finishing up a soundcheck nearly a minute ago. They often liked to stay for a while, messing around on stage, this often gave Sarah and Y/N sometime to catch up as their boys hung out together.

“Are you sure, sweetheart?” She asked, eyebrows furrowing as she sat next to her on the couch, “Cmon (Y/N), you know you can trust me with anything.”

“How’d Harry do?” She asked, trying to ease in, hearing Harry strum in the background to Cherry, causing Y/N to bite her bottom lip.

“Good... was just a sound check. Everything running fine- seriously what’s going on?” Sarah insisted, interrupting herself.

“What was he like? With her?”

A silence fills the room until Sarah let’s out a sigh, muttering a soft ‘oh honey’ before scooting closer, arms going around her friend protectively. Sarah knew she was struggling, but with it being such a difficult subject, she didn’t want to pry too much. She wanted to wait until Y/N was ready to confide in her, but instead she bottled it up.

“Fuck, sorry I shouldn’t have asked thats... sorry it’s none of my business.” Y/N quickly says, forcing a laugh and wiping her eyes, standing up quickly and going to look for her purse.

“You have nothing to apologize for. I know how hard this has been for you.” Her friend agrees, standing and following her, “have you and Harry talked about it? Talked about how this has been for you?”

Y/N shook her head, biting her lip hard as her eyes were squeezed shut, knowing if she spoke a word she would break down, she had been holding it in for too long.

“Do you wanna talk about it with him?”

She shrugged at this, honestly not knowing the answer. If she did, she didn’t know if Harry would stop all together, making his album less authentic or If he would be upset she held it in, or even said anything about it at all. But she genuinely didn’t know if she could hold it in any longer.

“You can tell me.” Sarah nodded, hugging her tightly, “let it out.”

“It hurts” Y/N breaks, letting out a sob, “it seems like- like all he talks about is her! And I know he wrote this whole thing before we met and- do you think he still loves her?”

“Y/N, no.” She says, pulling her back and wiping the tears from her friends face, “I’ve seen this man before, during and after both of you, and I have never seen him this happy. Ever”

She shakes her head, not believing her. “It can’t be me. It’s the album, the success! He’s himself now, so that’s what’s making him happy. I didn’t help him- she did.”

“Y/N stop” Sarah demanded, grabbing her shoulders and moving her hair out of her face, “Harry is in love with you! I remember him coming to me, asking me for advice when you went out on your first date.”

She shakes her head, disbelief and doubt being pumped through her veins, “it just doesn’t make sense! Look at her and then look at me. Who would you choose?”

“You”

“Stop.” She argues, rolling her eyes, “she’s skinnier and prettier and older! She’s way older than me, way older than him. Is that what he wants? I’m younger than him, Sarah. Young enough where there’s a million articles about it.”

“You’re going to make yourself sick if you don’t calm down.” Sarah demands, “please? Just calm down and we can talk about this. What does your age have to do with anything? You’re so beautiful, Y/N.”

“No, I should stop. Mitch and Harry will be back any second.” She sniffles, looking at herself in the mirror and sighing, dabbing at the skin around her eyes to try and depuff them.

“You can’t hold this in.” Sarah whispers, hugging her friend again, “please? Talk to me?”

“I love him and it’s scary because I don’t know-“ Y/N begins but quickly stops, hearing her boyfriends loud laughter, soon getting louder as he opened the door.

Y/N shoots Sarah a sympathetic look, silently begging her to remain quiet and not say a word, which she nods, giving Mitch and Harry a smile as they walk in the door, each boy going to each of them.

“Hey babe!” Harry smirks, kissing her before pulling back, eyebrows furrowing together and he lowers his voice, “are you alright? You look like you’ve been crying.”

“I’m okay!” She smiles, “poked my eye when I was fixing my makeup. Anyways, what are you guys up to?”

“We were gonna go grab some food before the show! Where do you wanna go?” He asks, hands going around her waist.

“Oh I’m not hungry.” She quickly responds, “been feeling a bit off all day so I might stay behind. I wanna feel better for your show.”

Harry frowns, pulling her closer to him before leading her out of the lounge room, leaving Mitch and Sarah as they continue their own conversation. Harry leads her off to his private dressing room.

“What’s up?” He frowns, lifting his hand to her face and rubbing her cheek softly, “what happened?”

“Nothing, Harry.” She smiles, her heart growing at his concern. Yet, she knows she can’t tell him. Not now, hours before his mini Fine Line show in London. The last thing she wants to be is a distraction, “don’t worry about me, really! And I feel like I’ve been budging in too much, go bond with the band!”

“You’re not interrupting anything. I want you here.”

“I know and I appreciate that, really, love being around you and everybody.” She giggles, “but I’m not gonna be there the whole tour and I gotta get used to that.”

“I wish you could be.” He frowns, pulling her right against his chest, “always want you next to me.... or below me.”

“Harry!” She laughed, pulling back and playfully pushing him, “you’re crazy.”

“Crazy for you, my love.” He dopily smirks, kissing her, softly.

She giggled against his lips, pulling him closer for another, each kiss making her worries drift further and further away. Mind reeling as his hands fall down her waist, gripping her bum as he pushes her closer, his lips falling down to her neck.

“Hey man, Sar-“ Mitchs voice causing them to jump away from each other, the three of them turning red as he clears his throat, “Um- sorry. I was just saying that Sarah said she’s gonna take a nap before the show too so I think it’s just just gonna be us and the other guys.”

“Sounds good!” He smirks, feeling a bit smug after what Mitch just walked in on, he turns back to Y/N, tucking a hair behind her ear, “you can stay in here if you want, lock the door and take a nap or whatever you need. Nobody should bother you and I’ll be back before you know it. Okay?”

She nodded, thanking him before pressing a kiss to his lips, “I love you, Harry.”

“I love you more, babygirl.” He smiles, kissing the top of her head before waving goodbye, following Mitch out.

She sighs, falling back on the couch and closing her eyes, mind muddled with confusion. Moments like that make her feel so silly, wondering why she ever worried in the first place. She does trust Harry, she doesn’t worry about him going out to try and find someone else, but she always wonders if he prefers to be with her, just has Y/N because he doesn’t have that option anymore.

She can’t help but lay awake, spending many sleepless nights just comparing herself to her. Camille was beautiful, and nobody could deny that. She had such grace and Y/N felt like her French accent and demeanor made her much more interesting then her own plain American ways. She wonders if Harry wishes Y/N was older, rather than being multiple years younger. She wondered if it annoyed him, bothered him that she had a great lack of experience. Harry was all she’d ever known and all she wants forever.

But did he feel the same? Did he actually love her? Does he actually find her as beautiful as he said? She found it hard to believe, especially seeing all he has had in the past. It makes her feel guilty, guilty for feeling so upset and hurt by seeing and hearing about people he was with prior, even though they’d never met at the time.

The door swings open, startling her and causing her to jump and heart to pound as she prepared what she would say next to Sarah, but it wasn’t her, it was Harry.

“What? What are you doing here?” She rushes, clutching her chest to try and calm her racing heart, I thought you were going to get food? Did you forget something?”

“Yes.” He mumbles, sinking down onto the couch next to her and holding her face in his hands, “I forgot to tell you how important you are to me. More than any album, place on the charts, anything.”

“W-what? Where is this coming from, Bubs?”

“Sarah told me what you said to her.” He frowns, eyes sparkling, “and I’m the biggest fucking arsehole I didn’t stop to talk to you about it once. To stop and actually ask you about it.”

“Harry, really, I’m just being-“

“Y/N listen, you are the best thing to ever happen to me. You’re my person. You’re it for me.” He whispers, leaning his forehead against her, tears forming in her eyes as she’s filled with so many emotions, “you gotta believe me, lovie.”

“I love you, Harry.” She sniffles, “I believe you, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, you didn’t do anything wrong. This is all my fault. I should’ve talked to you more, I didn’t even think about how hard this would be for you, I’m so sorry.” He rambles, “you are the love of my life Y/N. Yes, I was in love before but this? With you? It’s so strong and real and terrifying. I’ve never felt this before. I want to be with you. Forever. Nobody else. And I cannot begin to tell you how sorry I am to not have made that clear.”

“I should’ve told you from the beginning how I felt.” She admits, “I don’t want you to stop talking about it in interviews if that’s what you want to say, you should say it. It’s just really hard to hear you talk about her all the time.”

“I’m sorry my love. I don’t deserve you, don’t deserve your support.” He whispers, kissing her hands, “I am so beyond lucky to have you. You are the most beautiful, kind, considerate woman in the whole world. I don’t know how I got you.”

“Stop it.” She blushes, bringing her hands away from his lips and up to his face, shaking her head in disbelief, wondering how he even existed, “you are truly the most perfect man.”

“Now you stop.” He chuckles, cheeks turning pink, “I’m praising you here... really though love. You are my muse. I have millions of songs written about you.”

“Really?” She whispers, eyes wide, “you’re not just saying that?”

“What do you think Mitch and I are doing all the time?” He laughs, “we make Sarah go because we know she’d tell!”

“Well you’re right, because she told you what I said after I told her not too.” She blushes, looking down at her lap.

“Oh stop that you know she did the right thing.” He laughs, dragging her a bit closer to him so her legs lay over his lap, “Honestly, I was scared to show you them, thought I was open before wait till you hear these.”

“Can I? Can I hear them? Please?”

“I guess since you have good manners.” He smirks, pulling her on top of him. She giggles and he pulls her onto his lap, “you can hear ‘em all. Don’t know what I was waiting for... guess I was just scared?”

“Of what, Bubby?” She frowns, arms resting around his shoulders as she looks up at him.

“I don’t know... I just... I know you’re the one, so it’s kinda scary I guess...not knowing if you feel the same.”

“I do.” She squeaks, “I love you so much- wanna be with you forever.”

“Yeah?” He smirks, squeezing her hips tight causing her to squeal, falling into him, “I’ve been yours since the day we met. You inspire me, Y/N. You are my muse. I’d choose you over anyone. You are my priority.”

He leans in, kissing her softly, almost as if he was afraid of breaking her in two. His lips fell to her neck, sucking on her favorite spot and her grip tightened on him, head falling to the side a bit and she lets out a soft whimper.

“Harry, please...” she squeaked, hips pressing down into him involuntarily.

“I’m gonna take care of you.” He whispers lowly, pulling up the bottom of her dress and over her head, “gonna take care of you until the day I die, my love.”

[gaylotusthatexists]

fluff, 3 and hmmmmm analogical!💖

stolen hoodie

pairing: analogical

summary: Logan has stolen Virgil’s hoodie, and Virgil quickly figured out why.

trigger warnings: none that i can think of but let me know

word count: 1049

a/n: thank u for the request this was very fun for me (can u tell that i am projecting onto logan). hope you enjoy ^^

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Virgil ruffled around in his wardrobe, frown deepening on his face. He couldn’t find it. Where the fuck was it? Usually he’d just leave it on the floor or on his bed, ready to slip it right back on in the morning, but of course Logan had come and tidied his room this morning, because of course he had to live with a neat freak who had no concept of personal space.

Virgil sighed. He’d have to go ask Logan about this, wouldn’t he? There was no way in hell that he was leaving the house without his lucky hoodie, and if it wasn’t in his room it was likely that Logan had taken it to wash, or something. Which, yeah, it probably did need a wash, but if that was the case he’d have to know so he could cancel all plans and hide in his room all day. For now, he pulled out his old, black checkered hoodie, and slipped that on, before leaving his room and stalking his way down the hall towards Logan’s.

He could hear quiet mumbling inside, probably just Logan working on a paper - he always mumbled when he was doing school stuff, always talking to himself. Of course, doing school work at eleven on a Sunday absolutely baffled Virgil, but he supposed it was better than leaving it to night before - or, well, the morning before, really, as Virgil tended to start work around two am, after remembering that something was due. Virgil lightly knocked on the door and the mumbling immediately stopped, to be replaced with silence.

“Hey, uh, Logan?” Virgil called. After no response, he continued, “Have you seen my hoodie?”

There was a long pause, before a guilty-sounding, “No.”

Virgil sighed. Of course - this wasn’t the first time that this had happened, although usually it wasn’t his lucky hoodie. “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?”

There was another long pause, before Logan quietly said, “No, of course not, I would do nothing of the sort.” That was a blatant lie, and they both knew it.

Virgil gently pushed the door open, peeking his head inside. Just as expected, Logan was hunched over his desk, a hood covering his head and his body drowning in Virgil’s hoodie. Sighing, Virgil stepped closer. “Logan, I can see you wearing it,” he said.

Logan avoided Virgil’s gaze, keeping his eyes fixed on the desk. His laptop was nowhere in sight, and he didn’t appear to actually be doing any work, which concerned Virgil just a little. “Why are you so bothered?” Logan asked, clearly trying to stay calm but his voice still shaky. That concerned Virgil even more. “You’re already wearing a hoodie.”

“Yeah, but that’s my lucky hoodie, you know that.” Virgil hoisted himself up onto the desk, looking down at Logan. “I mean, you can have this hoodie if you want, I couldn’t care less, but that hoodie is mine.”

Logan just wrapped the hoodie tighter around him. “Sorry,” he mumbled. “I...” He trailed off.

Virgil frowned. “Are you okay, Logan?”

Logan was silent for a while, before slowly nodding his head. “Yes. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Well, you usually only steal my hoodies when you’re upset,” Virgil recalled. Before Logan could protest that he didn’t have any feelings and therefore was never ‘upset’, Virgil added, “And don’t you dare try to hide that from me. There’s nothing wrong with being sad, or... needing something, or whatever. Just tell me what’s wrong, I can try to help.”

“I...” Logan breathed in. “Sorry, again. I just... when I went into your room to collect the washing, I saw the hoodie and it looked so warm and it smells of you and it’s nice wearing it and-“

“Hey, hey, calm down,” Virgil said, leaning down to place a hand on top of Logan’s and trying his best not to notice how quickly Logan retracted, and trying even harder not to notice the fear on Logan’s face at the sudden contact. “It’s okay, I get it. Do you need a hug? Because it looks like you need a hug.”

Logan didn’t reply, but the way he wrapped his arms around his waist as good as confirmed Virgil’s suspicions.

“It’s okay, L, you’re not weak or anything for needing physical contact, it’s completely normal, okay?” Virgil pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to Patton to tell him that he’d be staying at home today, and to not think too much into it, and that he’ll explain later. “You can keep the hoodie for today, if you want.”

Logan glanced up at Virgil, frowning upon seeing him typing in his phone. “What are you doing?”

“Cancelling my plans,” Virgil said. “We’re gonna have a cuddle day.”

Logan blinked. “You- Are you sure?”

“I mean, if you want that.” Virgil looked him up and down. “And from the looks of it, you do. We still have that documentary to catch up on if you wanna watch that.”

“I-“ Logan glanced back down. “I wouldn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, or anything.”

“You won’t make me uncomfortable, Logan,” Virgil promised. “Fun fact, I also enjoy cuddles from time to time. And don’t you dare try to tell me that you don’t. You are having a self care day whether you like it or not, and we’re starting with cuddles. So-“ He leapt off the desk. “Would you prefer your room or the sofa?”

Logan was silent for a moment as he thought, before quietly mumbling, “The sofa, if that’s okay.”

Virgil smiled. “Of course it is.”

He offered a hand to Logan, who tentatively took it, letting out a breath upon skin-to-skin contact. After pulling him out of his chair, Virgil led Logan through the apartment and towards the sofa, where he sat Logan down and went to load up Netlix on the TV to continue that documentary. Once everything was set up, Virgil returned to the sofa and sat close to Logan, scooping him up in his arms and holding him tight. Smiling just a little, Logan melted into the hug, burying himself in Virgil’s lap. Virgil began to absentmindedly play with Logan’s hair as the show started, and the two drifted into a comfortable silence, Logan feeling safe and happy in Virgil’s arms.