I just want to sit him down

anonymous asked:

I don't know if it's worth telling my dad that I want to see a gender therapist. I asked him once before and he said he'd do anything that would make me happy, but then he changed his mind and told me he knows what's best for me and this isn't it. He's very liberal and for LGBT rights... just not when it's about me.

Hey!

If your dad is liberal and pro LGBT+ then there is no reason for him not to support you. If you don’t mention it again he may just assume he made the right choice for you. Maybe if you sit your dad down and talk to him about how much it is affecting you and how seeing a gender therapist will help you he will have a change of heart. I hope things go well for you!

-Louie

Dazai’s Childish Predicament Chapter 8

The next day, the Port Mafia caught a spy. Chuuya made sure Dazai was out of the way before they took him down to the dungeon. Clearly, Mori would order someone to get the information out of him and Chuuya didn’t want Dazai getting curious and seeing what was going on. As such, Chuuya took the day to do paperwork, meaning both him and Dazai could stay in Chuuya’s quarters all day.

Dazai, after having been locked up in his own quarters for the whole of yesterday, wanted, much to Chuuya’s dismay, to go and run around.

“Chuuyaaaa, I want to go run arouuuund,” Dazai whined, tugging at Chuuya’s sleeve as he sat at his desk.

“Dazai you can’t run around today, ok? Just sit down and read a book or something.”

“But Chuuyaaaa…”

Chuuya sighed and put down the file he was reading. “You want me to do something with you?” Despite the invitation, Chuuya’s quarters didn’t have much in the ways of toys, games, and other things children, like Dazai, would want to play with. That didn’t seem to stop Dazai usually, but today he was simply feeling a bit restless and didn’t want to sit around.

Dazai nodded, “Take me out! Take me out!”

“Dazai I can’t,” Chuuya said and sighed again.

“Pleeeaaaasssseeeeee!” Dazai pouted and tried to look innocent.

Chuuya gave up.

“Alright, I’ll take you out, but you must promise not to run off, ok? I’ll take you outside and you can run around for a bit, then we’re coming straight back here, ok?”
“Yeeeeeey!” Dazai jumped up and down in joy as Chuuya stood up and got his hat and coat.

“Hand.” Chuuya held out his hand, and Dazai took it. That way he could be sure Dazai didn’t go running off anywhere.

They made their way out of Chuuya’s quarters, Dazai trotting along happily beside Chuuya. The energetic yet serene atmosphere surrounding the two of them didn’t last long though. Dazai spotted some people going somewhere he’d never been before and his curiosity got the better of him. Before Chuuya had time to react he had shot off in that direction, going straight past the two people going that way.

“Dazai!!” Chuuya knew exactly where that corridor led and it was the one place he didn’t want Dazai to go. Unfortunately for him, even if he used his ability, he couldn’t get down the corridor and the flights of stairs fast enough to stop him.

“Dazai!!” He stopped, staring at Dazai’s back as he stood staring at the scene in front of him. “Dazai…come on…turn around and come to me…”

Dazai didn’t move, he was fixed to the spot. Chuuya walked up to him, gently taking his arm.

“Dazai…come on…” he pulled on it gently. Dazai’s eyes were wide and his body was stiff. In front of him was a room, and a scene, he knew very well, or at least, he did before the accident. A person chained to a wall covered in blood. The blood covered them, the wall, and the floor. A small table with various instruments stood to one side, also bloodstained.

Suddenly Dazai went limp and collapsed.

“Dazai!” Chuuya tried to catch him and succeeded in slowing his decent to the floor. “Dazai come on open your eyes!”

After around a minute, they flickered open again. “Chuuya…?”

“Yes, Dazai, it’s me. Come on, let’s get you back to the room.”

“What happened, Chuuya?”

“Shh you just fainted, that’s all, come on let’s get you up.” Chuuya helped him up, careful to keep his view of the scene obscured lest he faint again.

“Oh…ok…what’s fainting, Chuuya…?” Dazai asked as Chuuya led him out of the dungeon and back up to the room.

“Um…well, it’s where you black out or lose consciousness for a short while.”

“Oh…why did I faint…?”

“I…don’t know, Dazai.” They reached the apartment. “Can you tell me what you were thinking just before you fainted?” Chuuya sat him down and pulled up a chair so he could sit facing him.

“Um…I…I saw the scene…and…something flashed in my mind…then…all these thoughts…they rushed into my head…too many…then…then it all went black…” Dazai looked a bit scared and Chuuya put a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey…it’s ok…I’m here…”

“What were those thoughts…? I…I don’t recognise them…” Dazai looked Chuuya straight in the eyes.

“Hey…Dazai don’t think about them, ok? They were probably old memories, don’t think about them just let them go away.” Chuuya spoke clearly and calmly.

Dazai nodded and leant forward to hug Chuuya. Chuuya hugged him back, knowing that the memories that Dazai would have seen would have been related to the scene, and none of the memories he made there were good.

“It’s ok…they’re just memories…just forget them…”

Dazai nodded again.

“Right…come on, let’s do something to take your mind off of it.” Chuuya took his hand and led him over to the sofa. “Think, think, think…I need to distract him…” Chuuya’s eyes fall on the television in the corner of the room.

“He’s got the mind of a child…television should do it…” Chuuya dragged the television out from the corner and to Dazai.

Dazai, watched Chuuya do this and became slightly curious at the contraption Chuuya was dragging towards him. As Chuuya didn’t watch television, Dazai had never seen one in use before and wondered what it was.

“Alright, Dazai, let’s watch some television, yeah?” Chuuya turned it on and flicked through the channels until he found something that he thought children might enjoy, or at least something Dazai would focus on.

They sat and watched television for the rest of the day, Chuuya not wanting to risk Dazai freaking out again. In the evening, Chuuya sent Dazai off to bed as usual but stayed watching him until he was fully asleep, just in case. Once that was taken care of, Chuuya went to bed as well.


I suggest you answer my questions if you want to leave this place alive.”

“Never!”

“Wrong answer.”

Dazai watched in horror as he began to torture the man chained to the wall. He tried to stop himself but he couldn’t.

“Tell me why you tried to infiltrate the Port Mafia.”

“I refuse to tell you!”

His screams echoed through the dungeon.

Dazai twisted and turned on the sofa, a cold sweat beginning to break out on his forehead.

“Please…I beg you…no more…!”

Dazai grabbed the man’s hair. “Answer my questions, and I’ll stop.”

“Ok, ok, please…please I’ll tell you everything…just please stop…” The man whimpered through bloodied teeth.

“Good, now, let’s start from the top. Why did you come here?”

“It…it was…to…to find something…”

“Liar!” Dazai hit him, causing the man to cry out and attempt to double over, the chains stopping him from doing so.

Dazai whimpered in his sleep. “Stop…please…please stop…”

As the nightmare continued, he grew more and more restless, tossing and turning and crying out in his sleep. Eventually, the nightmare got so bad that he woke up with a shout.

The shout woke Chuuya up as well and he immediately rushed to see what was wrong. Dazai’s haunted expression told him everything he needed to know.

“Chuuya…” Dazai whimpered as Chuuya hugged him.

“Shh…it’s alright, it was only a nightmare…nothing to be afraid of…”

Dazai hugged Chuuya tightly, whimpering and crying silently.

“Shh…it’s ok…it’s ok…I’m here…”

“I’m scared…” Dazai whispered between quiet sobs.

“I’m here…there’s nothing to be afraid of…ok…?”

“Ok…”

Chuuya knew he couldn’t let Dazai hold onto him forever. He needed something that Dazai could find comfort in when he wasn’t here.

“Dazai…can you let go of me for a moment…?”

“No…please don’t go…” Dazai tightened his hug, trembling.

“Alright, alright…I won’t go anywhere…” Chuuya sat there, rocking Dazai gently from side to side. “It’s ok…I’m here…I won’t go anywhere…”

Dazai sniffed and nodded slightly.

“Do you want some milk…?” Chuuya hoped giving him a warm glass of milk might help him get back off to sleep again, or at least help him calm down.

Dazai, however, shook his head. “Please don’t go…”


They sat there for a good hour, perhaps more, before Dazai finally began to calm down.

“You ok now…?”

Dazai shook his head.

“Do you feel a little better, then?”

Dazai nodded.

“Do you want some milk now?”

he nodded again.

“Alright then, are you going to stay here while I get it?”

He shook his head.

“Well, you can’t hug me. I need to use my arms.”

Dazai shuffled round so he was hugging Chuuya from behind.

“I suppose I can work with that.” Chuuya stood up and walked over to the kitchen area, Dazai shuffling along behind him. It took him slightly longer to make the milk as he had to accomodate for Dazai but eventually it was ready.

He led Dazai back over to the sofa and sat him down, persuading him to let go, although he still clung on to Chuuya’s shirt with one hand, and took the milk, beginning to drink.

“Better?”

Dazai nodded, “a little…”

Chuuya watched him, noticing that, even though he usually held the glass with both hands, this time he kept one hand firmly gripped on Chuuya’s shirt, managing to drink his milk with only one hand. His eyes then wandered around the room, taking in the fact it was three o’clock in the morning and he would need to be up and ready for work in under four hours.

“Dazai, do you think you’ll be able to sleep now?” Chuuya asked once DAzai had finished his milk and handed the glass back.

“No!” Dazai shouted fearfully and clung to Chuuya. “No sleep!”

“Alright, alright, we won’t sleep then, it’s ok…” Chuuya stroked the back of Dazai’s head until he calmed down again and stopped clinging, going back to just keeping a firm grip on his shirt.

“Dazai…you know…you can’t cling to me forever…” Chuuya said tentatively, hoping it wouldn’t cause Dazai to freak out again.

“But…I’m not safe without you…” Dazai mumbled.

“Well…” Chuuya looked around the room, spotting a small blanket draped over the arm of the sofa. He picked it up. “See this blanket, Dazai?”

“Yes…?” Despite how frightened he was, Dazai’s natural curiosity kicked in and he brightened up slightly.

“Well…this blanket has special powers, ok?”

“Special powers…?” Dazai looked at the blanket. “What special powers?”

“When I picked up the blanket, I gave it special powers to chase nightmares away. If you hold this blanket, none of the nasty nightmares can get you, ok?”

“Really…?”

“Yes!” Chuuya spoke more convincingly, sensing that this might just work. “This magic blanket will keep all the bad dreams away, and if one does get through the magic-”

Dazai’s eyes widened slightly.

“-the blanket will come into the nightmare. All you have to do is…cover your eyes with it! That way you can’t see the nightmare and everything will be ok.” Chuuya managed a reassuring smile.

“But…what if I can still hear the nightmare…?”

“Then…then if you’re still in the nightmare…the magic blanket will call me. All you have to do is shout for me, and I’ll come running, ok?”

“Ok…” Dazai reached out for the blanket and Chuuya gave it to him.

“Whenever I’m not here, the blanket will protect you, ok?” Normally, Chuuya wouldn’t even think of saying something as silly as ‘this is a magic blanket’ but he’d known Dazai for a long time, and despite his dislike of children, he knew how scarring the Port Mafia could be, and Dazai’s memories in the head of a child would be absolutely terrifying for anyone who didn’t understand. Even for those who did, they’d be horrified.

“Ok…” Dazai hugged the blanket tightly, slowly letting go of Chuuya.

“Do you think you’ll be able to sleep now?”

Dazai nodded. “I have the magic blanket…I’ll be ok…”

“Good, I’ll sleep here just in case, but remember, the magic blanket will protect you.”

Dazai nodded again and lay down, allowing Chuuya to tuck the duvet around him, watching him with a slight fear in his eyes.

“Come on, I’ll hold your hand while you close your eyes so you know there’s nothing to be afraid of.” Chuuya took Dazai’s hand and watched him hesitantly close his eyes. “There…the magic blanket is protecting you, yes?”

“Yes…” Dazai slowly slipped his hand out of Chuuya’s, using it to pull the blanket closer to himself.

“Good…” Chuuya lay down a short way from the sofa, watching Dazai to make sure he went off to sleep. Thankfully for Chuuya, he did and managed to sleep relatively peacefully, allowing Chuuya a couple of hours sleep before the next day began.

anonymous asked:

I have been dating my guy for about 5 months. I'm a secret little, he has no idea. I can see he has a dom site to him, he's very protective of me and I want him to be my daddy. How do I tell him without scaring him off?

Start off slow. Don’t just shove it all in his face; start by acting little around him. If he is cool with it, sit him down and explain what Ddlg is and what you want from the relationship. -Master M & Little L

daily reminder to not kidnap baby birds

It’s that time of year again! Somebody just showed up in my office with a baby bird.

Turns out this “injured bird”, which is actually a baby northern mockingbird, was found right by a mockingbird nest I’ve been monitoring, where the chicks just recently hopped out of the nest. So this story had a happy ending, luckily: baby and family reunited!

But yes, it’s the time of year when you’ll see birds who are fluttering awkwardly, or just sitting still (FYI, a baby bird’s innate predator defense is to crouch down and stay quiet! If he’s not running away from you, that means he’s just hoping you won’t see him!!!!!! Give him what he wants and pretend you didn’t see him!!!!!!!). But fear not: they’re just dumb babies awaiting their next grub.

Put Him Back!

Who’s Got The Smarts

Viktor Nikiforov has lived his international life getting ferried places by Yakov, exploring with world-savvy Christophe Giacometti, and being led around on the arm of rich sponsors who wanted to take him out for a night.

Yuuri, on the other hand, has spent several years in Detroit– not quite the crime capital of the USA, but close.

This shows when the Katsuki-Nikiforovs start taking more vacations.

In Rio de Janeiro. “Why can’t we just take a shortcut?” Viktor asks, peering down a narrow and dark alley. “We’d make it back to the hotel faster.”

“Vitya, no,” says Yuuri. 

In Chicago. “Yuuri, that was such a nice man, and his dog was the best dog, besides Makkachin.”

“Good dog,” Yuuri says, grabbing Viktor by the lapels to pull him in for a kiss, and to tap his cheek with Viktor’s leather wallet. “Terrible pickpocket. Don’t worry, I got it back for you.”

It even shows when they’re traveling close to home.

“This is my favorite restaurant in Sochi!” Viktor chirps. “Their shades are closed, so paparazzi can’t see in. They’re all fans, and always ask me about skating, but they never bother me for pictures with them! So discreet! It’s like my own little escape, so I wanted to share it with you. Do you like it?”

“It’s wonderful,” says Yuuri through gritted teeth. He grips Viktor’s hand tightly throughout the entire experience, and every time Viktor pitifully tries to ask, “how is the borchst?” Yuuri just smiles grimly at him and scoots closer.

“Darling,” Viktor pouts once they’re back in their hotel room, “I’ve told you that if you’re anxious we can always leave, but you never gave me the signal we agreed on–”

“Vitya,” Yuuri says, and sits him down. “Vitya, that restaurant is very clearly a cover for the Russian mafia.”

“Oh,” says Viktor. “Um.”

“I’ve always thought it was a miracle that you were alive,” Yuuri sighs and snuggles down into his husband’s lap. “Now I’m realizing just how much of a miracle it is.”

In London. They go out for a pub trivia night with Yakov and Yurio. Their team– carried completely by the living legend– destroys the rest, even though Viktor is tipsy and has been chattering with both the French family at the neighboring table and two Germans at the bar in their native tongue. Facts? Viktor knows them all: 18th century literature. Obscure historical references. Chemical compositions. The exact words Beyonce tweeted 3 months ago.

“What the hell,” says Yurio. “This idiot introduced himself to me five times when I first came to the rink. He can’t remember what he ate for lunch. What. The hell.” 

“I think I love him,” Yuuri blurts. They have been married for two years, and his husband is showing the Germans his belly-button. “We have to protect him.” Yakov just smirks.

“He’s all yours, son.”

Roommates (M)

Originally posted by bwipsul

╳ Pairing: Jimin x Reader 

╳ Genre: (one shot) smut and kinda fluff & angst ??

╳ Summary: Being roommates with your best friend can be fun until one day you look at him differently. 

(this is something that I found that I had written months ago and just decided to post it!!)


The day you looked at your best friend as more than a friend, you knew you were screwed. It happened out of nowhere. You just woke up one morning and looked at him differently. You were never going to tell anyone, you weren’t stupid. That would just lead to Jimin being freaked out and nothing being the same. Risking your friendship with Jimin was not worth the little crush you had on him.

Deciding that you couldn’t fall back asleep, you got up to start the morning. Walking into the kitchen to get some breakfast, you didn’t notice your best friend standing there.

“Holy shit! Jimin, you scared me!” You yelled, clutching your chest.

“What’s gotten you so jumpy?” Jimin asks, laughing while opening the refrigerator

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Shortly after the overdose, Bob decided to tell Jack the story of why he really got put in the Stanley Cup as a baby.  It was Bob’s way of thanking the cup.

“After I won my first cup,” he told Jack, “I realized I’d achieved my dream, and I had married this amazing woman, but something still felt like it was missing.  I wanted to be a father.”  He told Jack how he and Alicia had tried to have a baby, but it just wasn’t happening.  As the months dragged on with more of the same, they started to get worried.  

“And even when you were worrying you’d never truly be happy you managed to win the cup again, yeah?  That’s the moral of the story?” Jack snapped.  Bob shook his head, reached out to run a hand over Jack’s back, like he could smooth down his son’s frayed nerves.  

“Non, non, non, that would be a terrible moral.  Actually my stats were worse that year than when I was a rookie.  But my team was incredible, and we made it to the cup again.  And here’s where the story gets good, you see, because I’d heard all kinds of wild legends through the league about ‘cup magic’ and how sometimes it would grant wishes”

“Or turn you into a fucking penguin,” Jack scoffed.

“Well I was playing for the Canadiens at the time, so I suppose there wasn’t much risk involved, but there was a whole lot of desperate hope.So on my cup day, after everyone else left, I sat down and had a chat with it,” he gestures to the table they’re sitting at.  “Right at this kitchen table.”

“Please tell me that’s the only part of this story that happened at this table,” Jack groaned.  Bob laughed.

This story, yes.”

“Papaaaa,”  Jack picked up his bowl of cereal and pointedly continued eating without letting his food touch the table.

“Oh for God’s sake, Jack, this table has been cleaned many times since, put your food down for a bit, I’m trying to have a moment with you here.”

“Alright, alright, fine.”  Jack obediently set the bowl aside and faced his father.

“As I was saying…” Bob cleared his throat.  “I talked to the cup.  I told it I didn’t care if I ever won it again.  All I wanted was a son.  If it would give me that, I promised, I wouldn’t ask to win so much as a faceoff for the rest of my life.  And I promised that I would love my son - that I would love you - unconditionally, more than anything in the world.”

“And you won a fuckton more awards anyway.”

“But,” Bob countered, “I didn’t win the cup again until after you were born when I was with the Pens.  And so when your mother brought you onto the ice to see me, I wanted us to put you in the cup, but it wasn’t supposed to pass along some kind of hockey magic and ensure the Zimmermann dynasty or whatever the fuck ESPN likes to say, alright?  We did it as a thank you.  We wanted the cup to see what a beautiful baby we had, and to feel how incredibly loved you were.”  Bob ran a hand over Jack’s newly-cropped hair, feeling the strands against his palm, almost as soft as when he used to sit next to Bob in his high chair smashing banana all over the tray.  “I kept my promise too,”  Bob said.  “I love you.  Unconditionally.  More than anything in the world.  And your mother and I just want to help you be happy, whatever that looks like.”  He smiled warmly at his son, letting all the pride he usually kept a lid on to keep from embarrassing Jack bubble up to the surface.  Jack looked down at his hands.

“How can you not be disappointed?  Look at me.”  Jack’s shoulders hunched in, shrinking him down, and Bob pressed his hand between Jack’s shoulder blades, rubbing circles in the way that always used to put him right to sleep as a child.

“I will always be proud of you, hockey or no.  Because you know what?”  Jack chanced a glance up at his father’s face and was held by his earnest expression.  “Winning the Stanley Cup isn’t even in my top hundred favorite memories anymore.  All of my best memories are with you and your mother.”  Jack didn’t say anything in response, and Bob was learning when to give him space to process, so he stood up, bending back down to kiss his son’s forehead as he snagged the now-soggy bowl of raisin bran from in front of him.

It took a few days for Bob to get a real response from Jack, and in the meantime he just left everything to percolate.  And then one night, Bob just couldn’t seem to fall asleep.  His knee wasn’t quite hurting, but it was on that edge where it just didn’t feel settled, and Alicia had been snoring, and at the back of his head he could feel some kind of humming, like he could feel the tense air in Jack’s room.  He’d gotten himself all worked up mulling that last one over until he had to get out of bed.  He stood in front of Jack’s bedroom door, looking at the light peeking out from below the doorjamb for minutes, listening to the sounds of floorboards creaking occasionally, pages rustling, a keyboard clacking.  After he’d gotten enough of the sounds of Jack just existing on the other side of the door to calm his racing heart, he went to the living room.  

He settled into the couch with a box of crackers and a nature documentary when he heard footsteps creaking on the stairs.  At first, he was expecting Alicia coming to call him back to bed, but the footfalls were too loud for her.  Bob tried not to look surprised when Jack rounded the corner, keeping his eyes carefully trained on Animal Planet.  He held up the crackers in greeting.

“Joining your old man for a midnight snack, eh?”

“Oh.  Um, sure.”  Jack padded over to the couch and made himself comfortable next to Bob, pulling down the afghan from the back of the sofa.  They stare at the TV in silence for a long while before Jack speaks up again, quietly.  “Papa?”

“Yes?”

“So…what exactly was better than winning the cup?”

Our Little Secret-Part One

Summary: After a hunt and quite a few drinks the boys learn that you aren’t as ‘experienced’ in one department as they thought you were. Dean thinks he can rectify that

Series Masterlist

Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Square Filled/Kink: Oral Fixation for @spnkinkbingo

Word Count: 4700

Warnings: Smut, oral (male and female receiving), insecure reader, language

A/N: Thank you so much for reading. This is the first part of what I hope is a lengthy and smutty series. Any feedback is always appreciated. This is also for @emilywritesaboutdean and @wheresthekillswitch ‘s Do It Like TFW Challenge (The gif is near the bottom)

A thank you to my beta @ayeronda for betaing at an ungodly hour and being so wonderful.


It’s been a long ass day and an even longer hunt. You were more than happy to be sitting on Dean’s bed in the boys’ motel room, sipping on your second, or maybe it is the third beer. And that was just here, it wasn’t counting the four or five shots you had had down at the bar. So now you were here and Sam was riding Dean hard about his strikeout at the bar.

“Dude, you were never going home with her.”

“She doesn’t know what she’s missing out on.”

You can’t help but chuckle, “What? Two whole minutes?”

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How to ruin a thirsty NPC's day.

So I play in a Tyranny of Dragons game, and I had just retired my old character. My new character, a elf wizard/cleric (Ali) was going with our genasi monk (Gin) to visit an NPC named Jack in the Yawning Portal. This NPC happened to have a *huge* crush on our Monk.

We walked up to him and I’m introduced.
DM: Ali, you can tell that the moment he sees Gin, he becomes he extremely flustered.
Me: Alright. I shake his hand and say “Be careful not to fall to hard, dear, you might get a bruise.”
(Group starts laughing)
DM: Hah, okay, so you say that to him and he becomes even more flustered than he was before.
Gin’s player: Gin is completely oblivious and is really confused, like “he’s sitting down he’d have to fall off pretty hard to get a bruise.”
(Gin and the NPC proceed to have a conversation about another NPC, whilst I wiggle my eyebrows behind her to mess with Jack)
DM: Eventually the barkeep comes over with you drinks and asks for 3cp each.
Me(IC): I’ll cover it. Do you want a drink, Jack?
Jack: Nah thanks, just some more water.
Me(IC): To be honest, Jack, I’m not surprised by how much water you drink, considering how thirsty you are.
(Group immediately loses their shit)
DM, whilst laughing: Oh my god. That was amazing. You get inspiration, holy shit. You have never seen a human become more flustered than Jack is right now. He almost chokes on his water.

I’m so glad my new character gets along with NPCs.

tl;dr - I roasted a really thirty NPC into oblivion

anonymous asked:

Okay but wait if it was Lily's willingness to sacrifice herself to save Harry, why the hell did James's willingness to sacrifice himself to save both Lilly AND Harry not qualify???

ok but imagine it did save both of them and lily had to raise harry alone

  • she emerges from the rubble of her home, limping, her crying son in her arms
  • but otherwise they’re both ok
  • when sirius and remus find her sitting numbly in the front yard she can’t bring herself to tell them about the lifeless body she had to walk around in order to get her son out of the smoldering house
  • they do it for her
  • they pull james’ body from the wreckage, and summon a blanket to lay over him
  • with him laid out like that, lily wonders if harry thinks his dada is sleeping
  • distantly she can hear sirius and remus arguing
  • “i’ll kill him”
  • it takes a glare from lily to shut them up
  • “do you think” her voice is raspy- probably from how much she screamed when she heard james hit the floor
  • she holds harry tighter and reminds herself that, no matter how much it already felt like she’s dead without james, she isn’t and she has someone to live for
  • “do you really think,” she starts again, “that he would want you to do that, possibly get yourselves arrested, and leave harry and i alone?”
  • the boys nod
  • and slowly they sit down on either side of her
  • dumbledore and mcgonagall show up shortly after and usher them all to a new safe house
  • they explain james’ sacrifice 
  • how his love saved them both
  • they didn’t need to though- lily knew that was what saved them
  • they bury him in godric’s hollow, just a few spots away from his parents
  • and they try to continue living 
  • peter is found and sent to azkaban but it still doesn’t feel right
  • nothing feels right to lily
  • except harry
  • so she clings desperately to her son
  • she sends him to muggle school and gets a job at flourish and blotts
  • “i need to do something, remus, i’m so bored while harry is at school”
  • she reads harry stories before bed
  • they have play dates with the weasleys
  • sirius and remus come over every day and eat dinner with them
  • and teach harry how to ride a broom
  • marlene baby sits when lily has to work late
  • they go for walks in the park
  • they get a cat, much to sirius’ dismay
  • and when harry’s letter comes lily wonders if she shouldn’t send him
  • but for all that it took from her- the wizarding world gave her so much too
  • best friends, the wonders of magic
  • james
  • and harry
  • so she takes a deep breath and sends him to hogwarts because she knows it’s where he belongs
  • she meets hermione and the two bond instantly
  • harry writes her every week
  • she goes to every quidditch game 
  • and almost punches dumbledore for allowing her son, this little boy, to remain in the triwizard tournament
  • and finally, when she’s at bill and fleur’s wedding, lily sees- despite the polyjuice potion disguising him- a determined expression on harry’s face is so familiar
  • so much like james
  • so lily lets him go again
  • the next time she sees him is at hogwarts
  • and then again in hagrid’s arms
  • and her heart is on fire because she did not lose her husband, raise harry alone and go through hell just to lose him too
  • so she turns to the man who started all of this
  • but just as she’s raised her wand to finish him, who steps forward but neville longbottom
  • and soon after that it’s over
  • lily holds her son in her arms, strokes his hair like she did when he was little and cries because she truly thought she had lost everything
  • “there’s someone you all need to see” harry whispers
  • they find sirius and remus, he leads them into the forest, and turns a stone three times
  • and there’s james
  • lily is vaguely aware of choked sobs coming from behind her- remus or sirius or both, she can’t quite tell
  • james smiles at her and reaches out his hand to gently brush her face
  • she can barely feel it but at the same time it sets her world on fire just like the very first time he touched her
  • “hiya, prongs,” remus murmurs
  • “boys- you’ve aged well”
  • “shame you haven’t” sirius says
  • james smiles sadly at them before turning back to lily
  • “we never got our proper goodbye”
  • “don’t be a fool james potter- how can i say goodbye to you when you’ll never leave me?”
  • he gives her that look
  • the one that always meant “i love you”
  • “i love you too,” she whispers
  • and then he’s gone again
  • but lily leaves the forest with a small smile on her face because after all these years she knows that he never really was
bakery au (oldie but a goodie)

Part 1

“He hates me,” Bitty moaned, flopping on his couch. Holster was raiding his kitchen, listening to his rant about Jack Zimmermann.

“I don’t even know what I did wrong! Maybe it was because I told him that he played a hard game last night the first time he came into the bakery? All he does is glare at me and say stuff like ‘Eric, the coffee is too sweet,’ or ‘Eric, you need more protein.’”

“Brah, maybe Zimmermann just has a total resting bitch face,” said Holster as he pulled out a leftover pie from Bitty’s fridge. “Guy seems fucking intense. At least he’s good for business.”

“He keeps on glaring at me! And he comes in, like, three times a week. Orders a coffee and just drinks it in his corner, ignores my attempts at conversation even though, mind you, he has already said some pretty rude stuff!”

“The guy’s a celebrity, he probably has his head so far in his ass and doesn’t care about shit, and also just wants some privacy. Bits, you haven’t been taking pictures of him and posting it on twitter have you?” Holster asked, alarmed.

Bitty gasped, “Adam Birkholtz! I would never!”

“Then just treat him like an antisocial customer, he can’t be the only one going to the bakery who doesn’t want conversation and just wants service and food,” Holster said, dropping down next to Bitty on the couch with two tins of pie.

“I know,” Bitty sighs. “He’s just…so handsome. And he was so nice to Nursey when that fool tripped. And he tips generously. And he’s just so gorgeous, even when he’s glaring at me and speaking in grunts whenever I ask him how his day has been. I just want him to like me!”

Holster navigated the TV to a rerun of Golden Girls and handed Bitty one of the pie tins. “I think that’s your problem. You’re an amazing person, Bits, but maybe you can be a bit too friendly for resting bitch face robozoid Zimmermann. Maybe stop asking him about his day and just let him chill.”

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DARES ੭  JUNGKOOK


Contains : bestfriend!jungkook, SMUT !  

Group : BTS  

Member : Jungkook/Jeon Jungkook

Words : + 2,7k

Summary : It started out innocent, little dares here and there to entertain each other. From a young age, you and Jungkook would give each other challenges, in order to see who was the bravest. But things get a little less innocent when your best friend dares you to give him a lap dance for his birthday.

Originally posted by beatriceindre

A/N : “Nae mameul jeoksyeojwo bi naeryeojwo
memareuji anhge apeuji anhge.”, lyrics from Wet by JooYoung, translated in “Wet my heart, make it rain. So it won’t dry, so it won’t hurt.”

Feedback or a request, everything is here ! I didn’t proof read.


The music was still buzzing in your ears, a thin layer of sweat on your forehead from all the dancing, all you wanted to do was to get rid of all your makeup and your dress.

Jungkook signed beside you, he was still amazed by the party and all you organised for his day. Even though he was tired, he had told you he wanted to spend the entire night awake, even if he had to sleep for a whole week after.

“Jungkook, can we go to sleep ?”, you whined, taking your shoes off. A wave of relief taking over your body when your bare foot touched the floor.

“What ? No !”, he said, smacking your shoudler. He bent down to take your shoes.

“But I’m so tired.”, you whined, your finger touching the tip of his nose to get his attention.
“Hey, Y/N, it’s my birthday, we do what I want to do.”, he playfully said, getting up.

You sighed, trying to act annoyed even though Jungkook could see a clear smile on your face.
Your best friend walked towards his bedroom, leaving the lights off in his apartment, and you followed him, curious to know what he had planned for his birthday night.

The apartment was left silente as the two of you started to get comfortable. Jungkook’s place was like a second home to you, and when you stayed to sleep, it was like you lived together, having a specific routine.

The routine included borrowing one of his shirt and his bathroom to take your makeup off while he waited or prepared what he wanted to do.

You quickly got rid of the tight fabric hugging your body, before taking your makeup off.
Carefully rubbing your eye makeup, you sighed when you saw that all you makeup up was gone.

Walking out of his bathroom, you catched your best friend’s attention. He was sitting, still in his white button up and black jean, on his bed.

“You didn’t get changed ?”, you asked, sitting in front of him.
“I’ll get changed after.”, he simply said. He threw his phone somewhere, his head falling in his hand, elbow resting on his knee.

“Thank you for the party.”, he breathed. You smiled, rolling your eyes. “That’s what best friends are for !”, you chuckled.

You streched, your arms above your head. It was a stressful day, the party was a surprise, and you were afraid that something would go wrong. But thankfully, everything was perfect. Jungkook was happy, and it’s all that mattered.

You started to lay down, Jungkook’s shirt riding up, revealing your underwear.
Jungkook’s back leaned agaisnt the headboard, looking at you.

“So, do you have plans on what you want to do ?”, you asked, getting comfortable on his bed.

“I actually do.”, he said, raising an eyebrow.

And you knew this expression, by heart. Whenever Jungkook had an idea, a dare for you, he would raise his eyebrow, a malicious glint in his eyes.
You and Jungkook would give each other dares since the beginning of your friendship, it’s started simple, but sometimes would get one of you in serious trouble.
Like that time when Jungkook stole a lipstick, and almost got caught.

You two were really competitive, neither of you liked to lose. Both of you also hated admiting that you couldn’t do something, and Jungkook knew it.

“I’m all ears.”, you said, getting up on your elbow.

Jungkook sighed, getting up of his bed, “Nevermind, I don’t think you’ll be able to do it.”, he said.
He back was facing you, and you knew he had his stupid little smirk on his face when you jumped up, “Excuse me ?”

He fully got up, rolling his sleeves, “I had an idea, but I think it’s too much for you. I’ll get my computer so we can watch a movie.”

Your mouth dropped, eyebrows raised. He knew how to push your buttons, but you couldn’t help it, grabbing his shirt before he could exit his bedroom.
He turned around, trying to hide his obvious smile under a surprised look.

“Is it a dare ?”, you asked. He looked down at you, lightly biting his lips, nodding. “Bring it on.”, you said confident.

Jungkook chuckled, taking his desk chair, sitting in front of you.
“I wanted to give you this dare last year, since it was my 18th birthday, but I wasn’t there and-”

“Okay Jungkook, just tell me.”, you said, playfully pushing the chair with your foot, but before you knew, Jungkook grabbed your ankle, bringing you closer to him.

The boy started to unbutton the top of his shirt, as you unconsciously pressed your thighs together.

“Give me a lapdance.”, he breathed.

And you stopped breathing for a second, looking at Jungkook’s devilish smile.
So that’s what he wanted, you thought. On one hand, you didn’t know if it was better to refuse, and be the target of his jokes for a week or so. But on the other, you didn’t want to give him this satisfaction, you wanted to erase his smirk. And odly enough, the idea of giving him a lap dance didn’t repulse you, rather, you wanted him to moan and brag about it for weeks.

You snapped when he got up of his chair, he got caught off garde when you pushed him, hand flat on his torso.
His smirk made its way back, streching his lips, his tongue on his canine tooth.

It’s just for the dare, that’s what you were repeating again and again, but you both knew that you wouldn’t do it if you didn’t want to. You placed your knees on each side of his hips, “At least give me some music.”, you whispered, as if you were afraid to talk.

Jungkook nodded, leaning forward to take his phone in his bed. His arm locked behind your back as he was also forcing you to lean backwards. His breath was ghosting over your hair, and somehow, his smirk was already fading.

He quickly unlocked his phone, his arm still around you, starting the music. The song started, and something immediatly changed in the air, you knew the song, the lyrics by heart and all the meaning behind it.
Butterflies in your stomach, you started moving when you heard the voice of the singer.
Your hips started slow movements over Jungkook’s crotch, your breath inching. You were focused on your best friend’s reaction, his eyes following your hips, lower lip caught between his teeth.

Your hands leaned on each side of Jungkook’s head, your head coming closer. Jungkook’s hand grabbed your hips, before you whispered, “I never said you were allowed to touch.”

He whined, fingers grabbing the arm rest. He was craving to feel your skin under his fingers tips, and guide your hips to move lower on his crotch.
Unconsciously, you started humming the song, your lips dangerously close to his own.

Your hips started moving lower and lower, your closed heat lightly rubbing his jean. Your breath quicken as you slowly moved your hips back and forth.
A smirk streching your lips when you saw Jungkook’s expression, digits still tightly grabbing the fabric of the chair, biting his lips, his eyes clouded with lust looking at you through his hair.

“How you feel about that ?”, you breathed, alongside the singer, before softly singing the beginning of the chorus, “Nae mameul jeoksyeojwo bi naeryeojwo memareuji anhge apeuji anhge.*”

Jungkook moaned, his chest falling and rising with every irregular breath. “Take it off.”, he asked, and he sounded wrecked.
Continuing your movements, you grabbed his hands, placing them on your hips.
You were expecting him to immidiatly take your shirt off, but his hands traveled under your shirt, feeling your skin and your following your movements.
His fingers dragging along your side, making goosebumps rise, before he grabbed the end of the fabric.

The shirt was thrown somewhere on the floor, revealing your panties and bra. Jungkook’s hands went back on your hips, running up and down your sides.
You were pressing your heat more and more on the obvious bulge forming underneath the boy’s jean, a shaky breath leaving his lips.

His arms locked behind your back, bringing you closer to his torso, his head dropping in the crook of your neck.
His lips started leaving a trail of kisses on the side of your neck as the second song started. You paused to catch your breath, Jungkook’s head rising to look into your eyes at Jay Park’s first lines.

His hands forced you down, making you fully grind on him, a moan coming from your lips.
One of his hand grabbed the back of your head, lips crashing on yours. His lips were soft, contrasting with how aggresively he was kissing you. His teeth captured your lower lip, tugging at it before letting it snap back. He wanted to beat you at your own game, his lips ghosting over your ear while he sang along, “What I wanna do yeah.”

Your body reacted, hips bucking, a broken moan tumbling from his lips. His hands grabbed the hem of your panties, making you more harder on him, “Just like that.”, he breathed.

Biting your lips, heart pounding, your shaky hands grabbed the buttons of his shirt, hastily opening them. You were craving to feel his skin against your palms, a shaky breath leaving your lips when Jungkook took the fabric off his shoulders.

The music was just a background noise, a blur, alongside everything that wasn’t Jungkook. Your hips were still moving, not following the song anymore, only following the moans of Jungkook, soon interrupted when his lips met yours again.

The song stopped, maybe another one started, but neither of you cared. Without breaking the kiss, Jungkook wrapped his arms in your back, getting up. You whined at the lost of friction, your hand tugging back your best friend’s fringe.

His head dropped back in the crook of your neck as the layed you down on his bed, teeth biting on your skin, making sure to leave a mark for you to remind for the days after.

The wetness between your legs was starting to feel uncomfortable but you punched the thought away, another part of you wanted to do something else.
Jungkook was sucking on the skin of your collarbone, a moan escaping your lips, his body reacted, bucking his hips into yours with a groan.

All his torture and moans were making you dizzy, and you wanted him to feel as wrecked as you, your fingers quickly unbutonning his pants.
Jungkook chuckled, his hand grabbing a jaw to make you look at him.
“What are you doing ?”, he asked, clearly wanting to hear those filthy words coming out of your pretty mouth.
You entered his game, looking at him dead in the eyes, “Let me suck you off.”
He groaned, closing his eyes, before releasing your jaw.

He moved, letting you get up of the bed.

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl for me.”, he breathed, watching you drop on you, getting up on his feets to be in front of you. You whimpered, his words making your head spin, not helping your ruined panties.

You swiftly took off his pants, licking your lips at the sight. The tip was as red as his swollen lips, pre-cum leaking from it. Jungkook’s hand, wrapped around his base, pumping up and down.

His was looking at you through his fringe before his other hand pushed his hair back, lips parted. “Suck.”, he breathed.

Your hand wrapped around his base, as his grabbed your hair. Your lips wrapped around his tip, humming at he salty taste of his pre-cum. A moan tumbled from Jungkook’s lips, trying not to buck his hips. Coating his tip with saliva, sucking on it, you carefully watched as Jungkook threw his head back, his chest falling and rising at an irregular pace.
His throat was exposed, revealing his Adam’s apple, bobbing up and down.

“Take all of it.”, he said through gritted teeth. You obliged, replacing your hand with your mouth.
Breathing through your nose, you started bobbing your head up and down. You focused on Jungkook’s moans, filling the room.

Keeping your tongue flat against your best friend’s dick, you tried to relax your jaw as the boy’s hand left your hair to caress your cheek.
His moans were growing louder as he was getting closer, accidently bucking his hips a few times.

You knew that he was getting closer to his high, and all you wanted to see was his face as he came, but he stopped you when you started moving your head faster.

“Stop, I don’t want to come now.”, he said, helping you get up.

He hand went back to your jaw, his lips crashing once again on yours. Both of you were fighting for dominance, before his hand cupped your closed heat, a gasp leaving your lips.

“Fuck, babygirl, you’re so wet.”, he groaned, tugging at you earlobe. You sighed, arms wrapping around his neck.

“Did I make you that wet ?”, he asked, digits tracing your closed folds.

You nodded, eyes closed, unable to talk.

“Words.”, he said, stopping his movements for a brief moments.

Yes.”, you whimpered, legs trembling.

Jungkook chuckled, an arm supporting you. His lips ghosted over yours, and with a low voice, he asked. “You’re going to let me have my way, aren’t you ?”

You nodded, eyes as dark as his, before he continued, “Get on your hands and knees for me kitten.”
And your breath got caught in your throat, skin burning, heat aching, you got on Jungkook’s bed.
He didn’t move, watching in awe as you waited for him.

“Jungkook.”, you whined, getting his attention. He got behind you, hands grabbing your hips.
“Yes babygirl ?”, he asked, playing with the hem of your panties.

“Do something.”, you begged, and you could hear the boy’s smirk as he spoke, “So impatient.”

His hands caressed your skin, before continuing, “You’ve been such a good girl for me, I guess I want make you beg for this time.”

Finally, he took your panties off, placing himself behind you, you could feel his dick rubbing between your folds.

“So, so wet.”, he whimpered to himself, looking down. You lost the feeling of his skin, hearing him open his drawer to get a condom.

Soon enough, his digits dugged back into the skin of your hips, sucking a breath he asked, “What do you want, say it and I’ll give it to you.”

“Fuck me.”, you said, bluntly, and that’s all he needed, pushing himself into you.
You moaned at the feeling, craving to get your release. On the other hand, Jungkook kept his eyes closed, mind fogged with the feeling of your walls around him.

He started slowly, trying to contain himself, he hips rolling against yours. You needed more, backing against his hips, Jungkook groaned, his fingers probably leaving bruises on the soft skin of your hips.

He chuckled, breathlessly, “So earger.”

You only moaned, your hands giving up when the boy started slamming in and out. Moans filling the room, you had to grip something, taking a fist full of the sheets.
You were moaning into the matress, trying to muffle them, but Jungkook wasn’t having it.

One of hand traveled up your back, fingertips tracing your arched spine, before grabbing your hair.
Pulling you into him, his arm arm wrapped around your stomach, his head droppping in the crook of your neck.

“I want everyone to hear who’s making you feel so good.”, he groaned, his finger drawing fingers on your clint.
Eyes closed, the feeling was overwhelming, taking over all your senses. Mouth agape, you couldn’t care less, letting the moans tumbling from your lips.

Jungkook was a mess, moaning and groaning near your ear, he was getting closer, his breath short and uneven.

“Are you gonna cum for me ?”
he asked, and you moaned, fingers intertwining with his hair. “So close.”, you breathed.

His thrusts grew harder, hitting a particular spot, and soon enough, your body gave up, a loud moan escaping your lips. Closing your eyes, your fingers probably leaving scratch marks in the back of Jungkook’s neck, you came around him.

“I’m gonna cum, so hard.”, he whined.

You knew he was holding himself, and he came in the condom right after, a loud moan filling the room as he fucked you through your orgasm, his breath heavy.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”, he cried out, his forehead on your shoulder.
You collapsed on the bed, Jungkook following beside you, a layer of sweat clear on each other’s skin.

“Well, happy birthday.”, you said, making Jungkook chuckle, playfully hiting your arm before hugging you from behind.

  • The first time you read The Thief: A penniless thief is let out of prison in order to be forced on a road trip and he really just wants to go home.
  • The second time you read The Thief: In the most ingenious move of political intrigue of the millennium, a penniless thief is let out of prison in order to be forced on a road trip and he really just wants to go home.
our little family pt.6 | park jimin

Pairing: Father! Jimin + Reader

Genre: Fluff/Angst + parent au

Word Count: 6.1k

Summary: You were just a pre-school teacher, a simple dream that came true as you always adored children. But what you didn’t know, was how one child and her very special father would change you dream forever.

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6

AN: Ah…the final part. I just want to say thank you for all those who have read and stayed with me through this lovely journey of writing OLF and being super supportive of the story. I tried my absolute best to wrap it up in the nicest way possible (but just a tad disappointed with my writing :/ ) however again thank you so much and enjoy! 

You tied your messy hair up into a ponytail, attempting to get the small, distracting hairs out of your face as you started to take out things from the refrigerator to make Jieun and yourself some lunch.

Hearing small footsteps behind you and a voice call out your name, you turned around from the countertop to see Jieun standing in the middle of the kitchen, her hands rubbing her droopy eyes as she stared up at you, resembling that of a long, lost puppy.

A warm smile spread across your face as you exclaimed, “Hey, look at you, you’re up!” as you lifted the little girl into your arms and spun her around, eliciting small giggles from her mouth before setting her down on the kitchen countertop.

Your eyes glanced towards the time before looking back at Jieun, “Do you feel hungry? It’s almost lunch time.”

She nodded quickly, a big smile spreading across her face when she asked, “Can we eat cookies? I really liked your cookies last time!”

You giggled as you pinched her nose softly, “Uh-huh, you can’t eat cookies for lunch now, can you?! How about we make some macaroni and cheese and then we’ll bake cookies for snack time later? Does that sound like a good idea?”

Her eyes lit up at that as she grinned, “Mac and cheese?! That’s my favorite! Daddy makes it for me all the time.”

“Well then it’s up to you to pick who’s Mac and cheese you like better okay?” you teased, as she nodded happily before whispering to you, “I think you might win Ms. L/N. Daddy sometimes burns the cheese and it turns all black and gooey.”

You laughed at that before saying, “Well, I guess it’s time to teach him how to properly cook huh?”

“Or Ms.L/N could come live with us? Then you can cook delicious food for me and daddy!” Jieun exclaimed, an innocent smile on her face.

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Maximum Overkill

I had created a mysterious organization that the players were meant to spent several sessions following leads around the city. Our rogue, instead, successfully befriended a small group of them and lead our party to their apartment where an enemy with 4 max HP awaited them.

DM: Okay, so, your buddies aren’t home. The only person there is the cranky wizard who didn’t like you or your partying last night. You guys are out in the alley with a homeless person and his cat.

Fighter: Can I roll Animal Handling to pet his cat? -succeeds check-

DM: Sure, no problem.

Ranger: I want to pet the cat too! -crit fails-

DM: Alright well as you approach the cat, she runs away.

Rogue: I want to sneak up to the window to see what the mage is doing.

DM: He’s sitting on the couch staring at the wall since video games haven’t been invented yet.

Fighter: Okay cool, so can I barge in there while Case (the rogue) covers us?

Rogue: Wait! Wait! He might be really strong. Let me shoot him once.

DM: …You want to shoot him?

Rogue: Well, just like in the leg or something so that if he is really powerful we’ll have a good amount of damage on him.

DM: Okay, so you want to shoot him in the leg. That’ll probably not be lethal.

Rogue: Actually, I want to shoot him in the dick. -rolls a crit for a total of 25 damage out of his 4HP-

DM: Okay well you Robin Hood that shit straight down the shaft and out his asshole so…

Fighter: Uh, is he dead?

DM: He was dead on impact. Yes. Matilda (NPC Demolitionist) goes outside and sits beside the house, sobbing with sympathy pain. Baxter (her wife) goes to comfort her.

Rogue: I didn’t mean to kill him!

DM: Well, you did. You shot him in the dick for 625% of his HP so he’s very dead.

Rogue: I write down “oops” on a piece of paper and hand it to Jasper.

DM: WHAT?! Who’s Jasper? I-

Rogue: No, no, I meant Baxter!

DM: Nope, nope, you write down “oops” and hand it to Jasper, the homeless man. He runs from you as fast as he can with fear in his eyes.

Rogue: Okay, well, now I hand it to Baxter.

I want Dean to CRY over Cas’s death.

No deals.

No trying to bring him back.

Just crying.

Mourning.

Actually feeling and understanding that his best friend is gone.

No more bullshit about Dean accepting that this is how their world works.

Is it too much to ask

for Dean to just sit down

and cry–

for Dean to give a shit at all.

All I want 

is for Dean 

to show sorrow

specifically for Cas

for once.

I know he fucking feels it.

So, put that in the fucking script.

Can I have that, SPN? Can I just have that?

my browser crashed and i retyped all of this just for @rreneewalker bc she’s Nice™

hey lets talk about ronans buzzcut cause i just shaved my head, cool? cool

  • its therapeutic as hell
    • seriously its the best feeling
  • the first time he shaves his head its not long after niall died
  • everything he sees reminds him of his father
  • its one too many times he sees his reflection, sees his father staring back at him, and he decides fuck it.
    • he grabs a random pair of scissors and just starts chopping off his hair as close as he can get it to his scalp
    • he doesn’t sleep that night
    • he keeps having to wait for his vision clear to finish the job
    • its the first and last time he cries for his father
  • gansey finds him the next morning red eyed, wide awake, and clutching the scissors in a death grip
  • he takes the scissors away, doesn’t say a word about ronan skipping, and comes home that afternoon with proper clippers
  • from then on, it becomes monthly routine for them
    • “ok dick, no cutting my ears off”
    • “it was one damn time, and i barely nicked you leave me alone”
    • “language, dick”
    • “say goodbye to your ears”
  • the first time adam is around for it, he’s at monmouth for something or other, and him and gansey are doing homework (re: adam is doing homework while gansey is hunched over his journal waxing poetic about is magical sleeping boyfriend)
  • ronan busts out of his room, clippers in hand and just yells “HEY DICK”
    • cue gansey flailing and dropping all his shit
    • he’s a soft guy ok ronan startles him a lot
  • gansey gets up and goes into the bathroom/kitchen/laundry room to cut ronan’s hair 
  • adam’s kinda ???? until he hears the clippers
  • he’s…kinda curious so he goes in and sees ronan on a stool, gansey balancing on the side of the bathtub behind him (ronan’s super tall ok this is the only way he can get it even stop laughing noah), and noah’s chilling on the counter
  • adam can kinda tell like…this is Important. this is a ronan-and-gansey thing that he’s being allowed to be a part of because ronan? adam’s never seen him look this relaxed, like. ever. his head is tipped forward and that permanent set to his shoulders is gone. gansey’s even humming his terrible hipster music under his breath and ronan hasn’t complained once.
    • when adam and ronan first met, ronan was, of course, kind of a dick. but after this, after adam is allowed to be there for this little monthly ritual, he feels like ronan has taken him in. 
  • because theyre dumb boys ronan and noah will try to blow shavings into each others faces (which lemme tell you?? all those tiny hairs??? THEY GET EVERYWHERE ITS THE WORST)
  • gansey scolds them and all he gets is a “shut up mom” in unison back, and adam, sitting in the doorway watching his friends, can’t help but smile
  • later, when adam and ronan are dating, adam sort of gets obsessed with the buzzcut. he can’t make fun of ronan’s hand fixation at all okay the kid has not a leg to stand on because he’s constantly running his hands over ronan’s head, eventually he starts cutting it for him, theyre,, so into each other i can’t deal good god anyway
  • when adam is off at school and gansey is off helping his mom one weekend, blue and ronan are….unsupervised
    • theyre idiots ok 
    • blue decides she wants a side shave and lets ronan do it
    • the boy has never??? done it to himself??? he’s just standing there with the attachments and blue’s like “well?” and he looks at her dead on and just
    • “i have no fucking clue what i’m doing”
    • once she’s done laughing at his sorry ass, she calls in calla for help, who ends up just doing it for them 
    • ronan totally tries to sneak away cause hell no he’s not letting calla shave his head she’ll try to kill him
    • she snatches him by his damn tank top “sit the fuck down, snake. you’re starting to look unruly.”
    • you better be damn sure blue recorded the entire process of ronan grumpily getting his hair trimmed and sent it to adam
  • all in all, ronan loves getting his head shaved. at first, it was like the tattoo. it was about doing something different, of being something different, because how was he supposed to get people to see how much niall’s death changed him if he didn’t throw it in their faces with a buzzcut and a huge tattoo. 
  • but now….now its memories of calm afternoons with gansey and noah, and later adam too. its blue having to jump comically high to smack him on the head and yell “FRESH CUT”, and him pretending its annoying she noticed. its adam giving him a soft peck on the crown of his head after a trim. its a nice little monthly ritual with his family. 
  • he may not see niall’s reflection staring back at him anymore, but he’s not just niall’s son. he’s not just the greywaren, he’s ronan and he likes his buzzcut, he likes the people who help with it, he likes that it makes him feel like he has his own reflection. 
The Train

Pairing: Y/N and Harry

Word Count: 4201

Prompt: Y/N walks in, and Harry notices she’s wearing yellow again, this time it’s a yellow sweater with a pair of dark skinny jeans and brown ankle boots, her hair is pulled back into a pony tail with a white scrunchie with little smiling suns and he swears that he has to squint to look at her. “Oh! I know you-you’re the guy from the train,” Y/N beams, “Harry, right?” she sets down the tray of muffins.

 “I didn’t tell you my name,” Harry snaps.

 Y/N pouts, “well yeah, but I’m also not stupid,” she says. 

“Are you joining us today Harry?” the man asked, “I’m Seth, I run the group.”

“Why else would I fucking be here,” Harry grumbled.

 Y/N grabs a muffin, ignoring Harry’s sour attitude, “here, they’re made with love,” she smiled, holding out the blueberry muffin.

 “Fuck off,” Harry says. He watches as her smile fades and the glint in her eyes seems to disappear, for a split second Harry feels like a dick, but then he realizes he doesn’t care and Y/N should just shove the muffin up her ass.


Harry was annoyed.

It really hadn’t been his day at all. His morning was terrible, he woke up next to a blonde and he tried really hard to remember her name-only to fail. When he asked her to leave she insisted on making breakfast, to which Harry responded with “feel free to grab something and leave” and then he proceeded to shower. When he got out, the unknown girl stood in his kitchen making herself a smoothie and toast. Her red lips in a pout, “come on, you can’t be in that big of a rush,” Harry ended up calling security, she was crazy.

When he went into the studio he was blank, the songs he did come in with were rejected and he couldn’t find the energy or muse to write another one. He was out of inspiration, nothing amused Harry anymore. He found himself not enjoying the things he used to love, drinks seemed to be the only thing that made him feel something (and it was only for a little bit). He didn’t enjoy being surrounded by his friends and family, his love for writing was slipping through the cracks, and his energy was fading.

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