i really hope you enjoy it anon!

Tough Days

pairing: poly!hamilsquad x reader

word count: 2600 

warnings: swearing, sadness, suicidal-ish thoughts???

prompt/request: “Maybe you could make one where reader’s having a really bad day and the Hamilsquad find them and comfort them (one of them more than others)?” from an anon

a/n: this is a lot like other sad ones i and other people have written and i didnt proofread this cuz i got too sad and also this is my first time doing poly!hamilsquad stuff and its probs bad but!!! i hope you enjoy either way!!!


The second you got home, you threw your phone on the couch, stripped off all of your clothes, and climbed under the duvet on your bed, wrapping it around yourself and not even thinking about when you planned on coming out.

Things had been really… tough lately, to say the least. You felt like every day poked and prodded at your brain until, eventually, it started bleeding and, eventually, the bleeding never really stopped. You were always worrying, about work or the boys or about your weight or how much food you were or weren’t eating, and you were always thinking about what you had to do next. What you had to prepare for. What if there was a fire? Which one of the boys would be strong enough to carry one or hopefully two of you out of the burning apartment building? If you spilled on your white blouse, how would you get the stain out? When you couldn’t get a ride home, would you bus, or would you call one of the boys? Should you call one of the boys? What were the signs of a stroke – you didn’t remember, and what if someone around you was having one? What if someone came into your work with a gun? What would you do? What are you doing? With your life?

You groaned slightly as the blanket peeled back, revealing a happy but also slightly concerned John Laurens, one of your boyfriends, floating over top of you. It took a moment for you to adjust to the light – he must’ve turned on the overhead when he walked in – and, when you had, you poked out your head further into the world to see his legs on either side of you, practically pinning you down.

“Hey, baby,” John greeted when he saw you, leaning down and placing a kiss softly on your mouth. “What are you doin’ underhere? Ain’t it a bit dark?”

You shrugged and began to pull the blanket back over your head. “I was jus’ napping,” you answered nonchalantly.

“Can I join ya?” he asked you rather loudly, straightening up and beginning to unbutton his dress shirt. A smile was plastered on his face – as it always was, around you – but it didn’t seem… real. You could see the worry pooling in his eyes. This was because you never went to sleep alone; especially not naps. “I’m damn cold, and it’s prob’ly really warm under there…”

You shrugged and bit your lip. “Go ahead.”

He was quiet after that. You watched, a bit sadly, as he stood up and puttered around the room, taking off his jeans and changing into a pair of gym shorts he used as PJ shorts; letting his hair out of the tight ponytail it was in and combing it; folding all of his clothes and putting them away in his section of the closet, shutting it tightly behind him and leaning against the door. He breathed out slightly before he approached the bed, running the very tips of his fingers over the blanket before entering. “Do you wanna be big spoon or little spoon?” he questioned.

“Little spoon, please,” you managed to squeak out weakly, closing your eyes and tugging the blanket almost up over your face as you turned on your side. You felt the tears coming on. You were so tired. You were so sad. Your brain felt so battered and bruised. John normally helped you feel better, but… he wasn’t right now. And you didn’t know what to do.

John slipped soundlessly under the blankets and rolled over to you. You could hear him giggling to himself as he did it, but you didn’t look. You couldn’t look. You squeezed your eyes shut, wrapped your arms around yourself, and curled up into a slight ball. How could he be so happy when you were so miserable? Why were you so miserable? Why couldn’t you be as happy to see him as he was to see you? You felt his arms snake around your waist and pull you close to him, his legs curling to match the curve of yours. The sound of his heartbeat almost made you burst into tears right then and there. You could feel it quickening. You held you breath.

“You’re… not okay, are you?” John murmured hesitantly into your ear, his warm breath washing over your cold skin. “You… never go to sleep, yenno, alone…”

“I’m fine,” you told him in response. You couldn’t tell him. You couldn’t worry him. He was happy. He was so happy and had been so happy lately. You couldn’t ruin his day, you couldn’t ruin his happy state of mind, you couldn’t ruin him. He was already beginning to get quiet, and you didn’t like it. John was rarely quiet. He was only quiet when something was bothering him. Only quiet when he felt upset.

“Babe….” He pressed a kiss to the nape of your neck than ran his nose over it gently. “Please. I just… I just wanna help.”

“You… can’t,” you whispered, bringing your hands up and pressing them to your face. “You can’t. I’m fine. Please, John, don’t ask again. I’m fine.”

He released a sigh. You could feel the air rustling the hairs at the back of your head, and for a second, he didn’t say anything. You thought you were in the clear. And then, with the utmost tenderness, John tightened his grip around your waist and pulled you impossibly closer, pressing his forehead to the top of your spine. “I love you,” he mumbled against the fabric of your shirt. “And if it was any otha day, I would stop. But you… haven’t taken your work shirt off, you’re nappin’ alone, you’re… you’re cryin’, Y/N, and don’t try to tell me you’re not because I know you are. I know you. And I know somethin’ is wrong.”

Seconds ticked by. You thought about it, through the fact that your eyes were beginning to well up with ears; you thought about telling him how unhappy you were, how exhausted you felt, how much you wanted to just fall asleep in the bathtub and… maybe not wake up for two weeks. Maybe not wake up… ever. You let out a gentle sob and he reached gently with his finger to lift the hem of your shirt up, tracing hearts onto your stomach.  You opened your mouth, choked back a weep, and you were just about to tell him when….

“I’m hooo-ooooome!” Lafayette called in the other room, the door slamming shut behind him. You and John were still, almost frozen. “Is… anyone else home?”

“I’m right beside you, baby,” you managed to hear Herc say. It was only then you realized the bedroom door was open. You and John would have absolutely no privacy – sooner or later, the boys would walk in to find the two of you spooning, and one of you crying…

“John? Y/N?” Lafayette called questioningly.

“They’re normally home by now…”

“I know, Hercules, that’s why I was calling for them,” Lafayette said casually in response. “My babies? Is anyone here?”

John turned his head around as much as he could with his arms still wrapped around your waist and called back, “We’re in here, Laf. Me and Y/N.”

“Oh, good!” Lafayette cheered, dropping whatever he was carrying on the ground with a soft thump and running down the hallway (with a quieter set of footsteps following him), practically skidding to a halt in front of your door. You didn’t remember looking up, but your eyes were squinted as you watched two more of your boyfriends come into the light of the room. John’s head knocked quietly into yours as he swiveled it back around to face you, and you turned away while closing your eyes, not wanting to see more people you would just make as unhappy as you felt. Suck up your tears, you told yourself… “Ah… having a little cuddle, a little nap, without me and Herc, I see?” Lafayette teased.

If you were looking at him still, you know the smirk surely playing on his lips would’ve dropped the second he heard you sniffle.

Mon –

“Be quiet, Laf,” John told him. The words were angry words, but John wasn’t angry. “Just… be quiet.”

“What is wrong with ma beauté?” Lafayette whispered loudly, stripping himself of his coat and moving around to your side of the bed. You opened your eyes to see him crouched in front of you. He reached a hand upward to cup your face. “Baby, Y/N, what is wrong?”

“She was just gonna tell me,” John murmured. “Just… sit down, the two of you, okay? And then we’ll see if we can… coax somethin’ outta her.”

There was a period of a few minutes were Hercules and Lafayette did the same thing John had done when he came in. They took off their work clothes, dressed into their lounging clothes, brushed their hair (well, more accurately for Herc, he took his hat off and tucked it in his drawer), and, eventually, crawled onto your bed on the other side. John took his hands away from you, and you almost whimpered at the loss of contact.

“Sit up, baby, and tell us what’s wrong,” he urged. You took your lip in between your teeth before… You sat up, maneuvered your way around him, and finally leaned back against the pillows when you were in between all of them, wedged between John and Lafayette. If you weren’t keeping your secret any longer… why try and be secretive about it?

“I’m…” Exhale. Inhale. You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt them watering and dug your thumbnail into your hand to try and hold the tears back. Your fear, your sadness, was lessened ever so slightly when Lafayette wrapped his arm around your shoulders and brought you in close to him. “…Really unhappy.”

Everything became tense. The boys seemed… awkward. Your eyes widened when you realized what you had said and feverishly you tried to stammer through your explanation as Lafayette’s arm became stiff around you. “No, n-no, not because of you guys, please, don’t think that! I-it’s not you, I’m not… t-talking about you guys, I love you all so much, I promise. It’s just…”

You hiccupped a sob and pressed your face into your hands, wailing and moaning against your moist skin. Lafayette hugged you tightly, and it didn’t take long before you were being hoisted onto his lap. John shuffled closer. Hercules put a hand on your leg as you continued to speak against Lafayette’s shirt. “I love you guys, so much, a-and I’m so thankful, but… I’m so sad lately? And s-s-stressed? And tired? I can’t think… of a s-single moment in the past month where I haven’t wanted to sleep for… well, a r-really long time… and I hate my work, and I’ve… never been in a relationship like this b-b-b-before, and I’m worried I’ll d-disappoint you guys, and I don’t know who I am or wh-what I’m doing with my life and I want it… I want it all to stop.”

Silence.

“A month?” John repeated, pushing himself up with an arm. “A whole month?”

You nodded and grabbed two fistfuls of Lafayette’s shirt in your hands, pressing them to your eyes.

“And you… didn’t think? To say anythin’?”

You shook your head.

“What the hell, Y/N?”

“J-John,” Lafayette warned as your head turned to see John. He was crying and biting his lip, now sitting cross-legged on the sheets. He looked upset. Angry, but not upset. “Please, do not upset Y/N, it’s not a good time…”

“I love you so much and I wanna help you through the bad days, Y/N,” John whispered as he moved closer to you. “That’s what me, and our boys, are here for. To help ya through the tough days. To make them… better.”

“He’s right, Y/N,” Hercules added from where he was sitting. “You should’ve told us.”

“I didn’t want to make you sad b-b-because all of you are always so happy and I-I didn’t want to be the one to ruin it,” you sobbed weakly. “I’m sorry. I’m so, s-s-so sorry, I didn’t want to make you sad…”

“Y/N,” Lafayette began, “you… never have to apologize. And you never have to feel like… like you can’t come to us. We want you to come to us, okay? I would rather sop up your tears and hold you in my arms until you fall asleep than watch TV and be perfectly happy without knowing you’re upset. You’re more important than my happiness. Your happiness is more important than my happiness. Okay?”

“Don’t keep a secret like this from us in the future, okay?” Hercules told you.

You sniffled and wiped your nose with your wrist. “Okay.”

Lafayette pressed a kiss against your forehead, patting your bum, and lifted you off of him carefully. You watched as he untangled himself from the sheets of the bed, walk unsteadily across it, and jump onto the carpet beneath. “I’m going to make you dinner, ma beauté,” he told you. “Hercules and I are going to make you dinner.”

“What abo –“

“Stay here and keep her company while we cook, babe,” Hercules said as he cut John off. “Calm her down. Give her a massage or somethin’.”

John chuckled slightly and reached out his arms, grabbing you and pulling you towards him. “Do you want me to give ya a massage, baby?” John questioned, pressing a kiss against your temple.

“I wanna sleep,” you told John as you yawned.

“Before ya sleep, we should take off your clothes,” John whispered in your ear as Lafayette and Hercules turned off the lights and shut the door. “Can I take off your shirt, Y/N?”

“Yes please, John,” you told him. You felt small, like John could swaddle you up in his arms like a baby. But you felt happy. Safe. The boys always had a way of making you feel better – you needed to remember that next time you felt like this. They would always be around for you whenever you needed them. “And then we can sleep.”

“And then we can sleep.”

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You couldn’t sleep later that night, it turned out, but for the first time in a long while, your insomnia didn’t fill you with a sense of dread. Your eyes had just closed when you heard your phone ding with Alexander’s familiar notification. He was on a work trip, and you… hadn’t realized how much you wanted to talk to him until now. You missed him so much. Your heart ached. It was a different ache than it had been before, though, and it felt somewhat refreshing. But sad, too. You slid out from bed and padded over to where your phone was plugged.

From Alexandre

Hey, sweetie, I love you and I just got Laf’s text. I’m sorry you had a tough day and that you’ve been having tough days. Call me or text me if you need to talk again, okay? Doesn’t matter the time difference. I’m here if you need me, and I’ll be home soon.

XXX

Alex

To Alexandre

Please come home soon.

From Alexandre

I will, sweetie. I love you so much. Get some sleep.

You smiled, shut your phone off, and sleepily found your way back into bed.

Yes, today was a tough day, and yes, you were going to have a lot of tough days in the future…

But at least your boys would be with you for all of them.

With a Little Help from My Friends.

Finn Balor/OC- Reader has a little problem that Finn helps her out with.

Warning:There aren’t really any, except for pure smut so yeah.

Hey anon I hope you enjoy this. I wasn’t sure if this was what you exactly wanted but hey I tried my best. Also side note, Finn is my favorite so if yall have request for him please send them in.

@vebner37 @the-geekgoddes

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I deeply enjoy reading your fics (especially the Duality Verse but really everything you write is great and inventive!) and I thought you should know, even though that's not the subject of my ask. Anyway, I've seen quite a few fanarts about Altean Lance and I was just wondering what were your thoughts on this concept? Feel free to ignore if you've already answered this/are not interested. I hope you have a wonderful day! :)

Thank you so much!

I really love Altean!Lance–I think that’s an AU with a lot of possibilities, whether you go with Lance as one of the old paladins or Allura’s brother or something (where he was in stasis for 10,000 years with Allura and Coran), or you go with Lance being descended from Altean survivors (whether or not he knows it.)

Actually, I recently got a comment from @seamarmot on my Coran-centric pre-canon fic (One Week to Say Goodbye) about Altean Lance and Allura’s mom, Lealle (who was the previous blue paladin in Voltron: Duality, for those who haven’t read the series.) So since that’s been on my mind, here’s some thoughts on Altean!Lance in the Dualityverse (pre-stasis; I might be tempted to write up some post-stasis thoughts at some point but this started to get long):

  • Lance grew up on Altea to a relatively average family. He wasn’t nobility, but his family was pretty well off, and Lance could have easily been a businessman or a minor politician or an artist or any number of things
  • But he idolizes the paladins of Voltron, dreaming about being a paladin himself someday, so he joins the Voltron Guard–the fleet of support ships and ground troops that helps the paladins out on larger/more difficult campaigns
  • He’s only an average pilot to start–good enough to be a pilot, not a foot soldier, but not good enough to really stand out–but he works really damn hard and he’s super enthusiastic about everything, and his fellow pilots all know him as someone who cares about his team
  • That’s how Lealle first hears about him, actually. She makes a habit of going around to check in with the Guard, eating lunch with a different squadron each day she doesn’t have other duties, stopping by in the evenings to see how everyone’s getting along, that sort of thing. She figures these people have dedicated their lives to supporting her mission and making her job easier, so the least she can do is help with morale.
  • But see, she’s also a bit of a prankster, so sometimes she’ll come disguised as another species–most often pretending to be a merchant (since she grew up with them and know how to fake it) so she can skip the whole blue-paladin-slash-queen-of-Altea hero-worship.
  • (The veteran soldiers see right through it after a while, but no one’s gonna ruin it for the newbies.)
  • So Lance.
  • Lance sees this gorgeous woman being all buddy-buddy with his friends, and he figures he owes it to them both to make her feel welcome.
  • His suave entrance is ruined somewhat when he realizes his friends are already talking about him, but he re-centers and makes a good faith effort to flirt with the merchant lady…
  • …only to be turned upside down, inside out, and left floundering because this woman can talk circles around him.
  • The sheer challenge of it snaps him out of flirtatious mode, and they start joking around, and at the end of the night Lealle lets her shift go and asks Lance if he’d like to train with her.
  • Once Lance is able to salvage his dignity, he agrees (duh)
  • Lance isn’t the only one training under the paladins–there are usually two dozen or so, and this group only ends up filling about half the vacancies on Team Voltron, since the lions ultimately pick their own pilots.
  • Lance and Meri (another Altean blue paladin hopeful, who’s a little bit older than him–closer to Allura’s age) become fast friends and wreak havoc on the castle–sock-skating down the hallways, sneaking down together to Blue’s hangar because they like hanging out with their fav kitty, Meri daring Lance to do stupid shit that ends with more than one fighter wrecked…
  • Every time Lealle catches them, she tries to act stern and disappointed (to keep up appearances in front of Alfor, Allura, and the other paladins), then drags Lance and Meri off by their ears. As soon as they’re out of sight of the others, Lealle lets go, then usually drags them off for more trouble disguised as training
  • Lance is great at strategy, which he learns from Coran, and diplomacy, which he learns technically from Coran but realistically from Allura
  • Meri is awesome at shape-shifting–only Lealle is better. Meri, Lealle, Lance, and occasionally Coran have shape-shifting competitions that Allura is of course too dignified to engage in
  • (Except the combined puppy eyes of Lance and Meri wins her over every time.)
  • Consider also that Zarkon is still a paladin at this point
  • Consider that Lance and Meri would absolutely prank the living hell out of Team Voltron’s “furless leader” (Lealle and Coran try really hard not to encourage them–they do! They just… are not successful.)

Okay! I’m not sure if this is totally different than what you wanted, but I hope it’s not! I was a bit confused by the wording on anon’s so I combined them Lol I’m dumb. I really really REALLY enjoyed writing it and had so much fun! I think it turned out good and I like the ending! I hope you like it! Let me know what you think! Enjoy!

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The boys and girls sat at opposite ends of the table, sitting quietly and waiting to dine. Tom played with his fingers and looked around the dining hall nervously. He all the sudden felt a hand grasp his horn and push his head. “Thomas! Sit up straight!” The headmaster demanded. Tom gulped and nodded, sitting how he was instructed. Tom swallowed hard when a princess was seated in front of him. He looked away. She appeared human, humans were above demons and he had no business looking directly at her.

“Hello, prince Tom.” The princess said, reading the name card in front of the demon. Tom literally jumped at her voice and tried to smile.

“H-hello your highness.” He swallowed hard and averted eye contact. Tom glanced down at the name card and saw he was sitting across from princess Marco. Now that a higher was sitting across from him he had to take on the duty as a standing sentry. A demon guard. He had to be ready to protect her in any circumstance, that’s what demons were for. Disposable royalty warriors meant to serve others above them.

A while passed before the meal began. Princesses and princes dined politely. Nobody spoke though, all of them waited to be spoken to by the person higher than them, and then the other would speak and so on. So conversation was short, light and boring. Tom finally allowed himself to relax a little bit, but was grabbed by his horn again.

“Thomas!” The headmaster hissed. “Headmistress Heinous of Saint Ogal’s for princesses would like to see what one of our soldiers has to offer. Please follow her, answer any of her questions and show her how we train you demons to be worth something.” He commanded. Tom nodded and quickly got up out of his chair. “Good boy.” He grinned. Tom smiled very nervously.

“Th-thank you.” He stated and ran to escort the headmistress away. She sneered at him and looked over at the headmaster.

“Do your soldiers always walk in front?” She asked. Tom gulped and took a few steps away, so he was behind the headmistress. “That’s better.” She sneered.

“Oh get off your high horse.” A voice mumbled. The entire room fell silent and all eyes landed on the princess sitting at the end of the table.

“What did you just say to me?” Miss Heinous demanded. Marco stood up and crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes at the headmistress.

“I said to leave him alone. He’s doing his best.” Marco hissed. Mis Heinous gasped and turned to the headmaster.

“Sir, you have to forgive this outburst. She in no way reflects Saint Ogal’s for Princesses.” She promised. “Princess Marco has been an issue to us for a long time! And we are working on breaking her.” She promised. The headmaster crossed his arms.

“I trust you know how to handle this wayward girl, Miss Heinous. I’ve seen many lost causes exit your school broken and crushed young women.” He told her.

“Good sir, you flatter me.” Miss Heinous smiled. Marco rolled her eyes and the headmistress flashed an angry look.

“Please, you’re my guest, allow me.” The headmaster insisted. He snapped his fingers. “Thomas, please escort Princess Marco to a reconditioning room.” He demanded. Tom nodded and the headmaster smiled. “Good boy.” He told the demon. Tom made a move to walk near the human princess and stopped. “Thomas, what on earth is the holdup?” Headmaster asked, growing annoyed.

“I-I can’t.” Tom responded. The headmaster growled and raised his eyebrow.

“And why not?” He demanded.

“You said she’s above me. She’s a human princess, and I’m a demon. I can’t force her to do anything, she’s above me.” Tom said. He then grabbed his head in his hands. “B-but you’re the headmaster, I have to do what you say but she’s a human princess, I have to act as her sentry for as long as needed but that wasn’t the order that was given!” Tom cried. He began pulling at his hair, unsure of what to do, he felt like a robot malfunctioning.

“Thomas! Stop this now!” The headmaster ordered. Tom kept rambling, people were beginning to whisper and nobody know what was happening.

“What do I do!? I don’t know what to do!? What do you want me to do!?” Tom cried. He felt like his world was crashing down around him and everything was falling apart. But a voice cut through and stopped this all from happening.

“What do you want to do?” It asked. Tom’s head jerked up and he saw Marco had walked around the table to stand in front of him.

“I don’t understand your question.” Tom told her. Marco rolled her eyes.

“If you want to bring me to reconditioning… I won’t fight you. But of you don’t, I won’t force you.” Marco explained. “What do you want to do?” She asked again. Tom gave her a very confused looked and she smiled. “Not just this… if you could do anything that’s possible, right now, what would it be?” Marco asked.

“What should it be?” Tom asked. Marco shook her head.

“My opinion doesn’t matter, what do you want t to be?” She asked again. Before the moment could be finished two school guards came over and seized both the children. The headmaster turned to Miss Heinous.

“You’ll have to excuse that outburst, demons really are unstable creatures, we try our best to make them worth something here, but this one seems like a lost cause.” He said with fake sadness. The guard tightened it’s grip around Tom and the demon’s eyes widened. “I’ll take care of him, don’t worry.” The headmaster assured.

“No!” Tom screamed. He began to kick. “I want you to let me go! Let me go!” He screamed and twisted in the guard’s grasp. Marco looked at him fighting the confinement and smiled. She began yanking away from her guard too, twisting and kicking it. Soon all the students who were sitting at the table got up one by one and started hitting and kicking at the guards that were confining their peers.

The students didn’t stop there, as soon as they finished that they began destroying the room and chanting some phrase Marco started. “It’s not criminal to be an individual!” The chaos picked up and the headmaster and mistress stood in the center of the room, unsure of what to think or do. Marco smiled evilly up at them and crossed her arms, Tom was standing behind her with a similar smile.

“We got it from here, you two are dismissed.” Marco smiled. “Keep quiet and get out of here.” She demanded. Tom reached over and patted the headmaster on the head.

“Good boy.”

Twins and Triplets Headcanons

-Preschool age triplets and the two Alphas being very worried about their clumsy and small Omega sibling so they always insist on each of them holding one of their hands and keeping the Omega safely between them when walking around crowded or public places

-Identical Omega twins in high school that think its funny to take turns flirting with the same Alpha, and the Alpha has no idea that he’s flirting with two different Omegas because they look and smell identical, and then the Omegas causing a big dramatic scene when one of them “catches” the Alpha flirting with their twin. And the Alpha just being so embarrassed and confused by the whole thing

-Twin Alphas that fight constantly but if anyone else picks a fight with one of them, the other will become extremely protective

-Older triplets with two Alphas and an Omega, other Omegas always befriending the Omega just to get closer to their Alpha siblings and the Alphas very bluntly rejecting any Omega that they catch doing it

-Twin Alpha and Omega that are very close and the Omega always goes out of their way to try and take care of their twin while the Alpha is very clingy and protective of them

-Twin Betas in middle school getting revenge on Alpha bullies by leaving fake love notes from Omegas in their lockers and watching the usually arrogant Alphas become flustered messes when they confront their “admirer” and are told that the note must be fake because the Omega doesn’t like them

-Triplets with two Alphas and an Omega, and the three of them going places and hanging out and the Omega walking ahead happily, not noticing their Alpha siblings behind them, giving death glares to any other Alphas that even glance at the Omega for more than a second

-Twin Alpha and Omega, the Omega being extremely picky about what kind of mate their twin will end up with. Partly because they don’t think anyone is good enough for their twin, but mainly because they want all the Alpha’s attention for themselves, the way it’s always been

-Baby twin Omegas and one of them almost never cries, except when their twin is extremely upset because even as an infant they can sense just how distressed their sibling is and it causes them to also become very distressed because they can’t make it better

-Twin Omega and Beta, and the Omega always really admiring the Beta and looking at them like they are the most impressive person in the world, so even when the Beta is looked down on by others it never really bothers them because their twin thinks they are great and that’s all they really care about

-Little triplets with two Alphas and an Omega, and whenever the Omega is sad the Alphas try their hardest to cheer them up, making funny faces and attempting squeaky croons until their Omega sibling is once again content and giggling

-Little triplets with two Omegas and an Alpha, and the Omegas always pulling the Alpha along into whatever they are doing like building nests and playing house and the Alpha going along with it all because they like making the Omegas happy

anonymous asked:

Hey! I love what you wrote with Damian and Jason I was wondering if you could do something with innocence and broken pieces? (You can pick one or the other or do them together its up to you if you like)

Ah, thank you so much!! I hope you like this one too~


“They’re playing with Legos,” Dick had said through a mouthful of cereal.

Jason really hadn’t expected that to be true and in a sense, it wasn’t. After all, who thought of Legos and immediately imagined an entire ballroom filled with what could only be considered as an expanding Lego kingdom.

And in the center of it all was Damian, bent over and adjusting the flags on his castle. He took a step back. The highest tower of the castle far surpassed his height, which was probably where Bruce came in handy.

Jason tucked his hands into his pockets, feeling oddly out of place but not quite sure where to pinpoint it. “Hey, squirt, where’s your dad?”

Damian brushed back his hair and scowled. “Getting more pieces. Our armory is severely lacking and we’ve only just started on the village.” Despite the annoyed tone in his voice, Damian seemed at ease surrounded by his Lego kingdom. “Why do you require Father’s services?”

“Needed a file,” Jason said, squinting at a Lego man who… had a gun. They made Lego guns?

Jason kind of wanted one.

He kind of wanted all of this. The Legos. The hanging out with a parent who’d go out and get more Legos just because.

But no. Jason got a shitty childhood, had to grow up too fast, lost both his parents, gained one who refused to be his substitute dad, never really had a friend and then fucking died. At sixteen.

Like a moron.

He grit his teeth.

“What file?” Damian asked, watching Jason over his shoulder.

Jason sighed. Took a step forward. “Look, kid-”

“Don’t!” Damian snapped sharp, eyes wide but the resounding crack that echoed under Jason’s foot made it clear he’d fucked up anyway.

He winced and took a step back. Under his foot were the cracked and broken pieces of a few stray Legos. He scooped them up and something in him felt lost. Something he’d never had shattered in him. That childhood he used to envy from other kids. The innocence and softness that came with having a real family and getting to play with fucking Legos.

He frowned and rubbed his face with his stray hand. Glancing back at Damian, he said, “Sorry, Dames.”

There was an inexplicable agony on the kid’s face as he stared at the broken Legos in Jason’s palm. Not pain-pain but something still harsh. Still hurt.

Jason relaxed onto the soles of his feet. His hand fisted around the Lego pieces.

Damian never had a childhood either.

Not like kids were supposed to have with giant lights and love and wonder and parents who didn’t train them to be killers. Jason took a quick glance around the room one more time and wondered if Bruce realized that finally.

Realized that Damian was all kinds of fucked up in ways that couldn’t be fixed just by teaching him to be good.

The kid grit his teeth and looked away. “Whatever,” he said, snippish like his mother. “Father is bringing back more later.”

Uncertainty squalled his voice and Jason was left wondering how long ago it was that Bruce left and how many times he’d missed out on shit like this. Loving moments with his fucking son.

You’d think having two kids die on you would make a parent more attentive when they came back but Bruce was always good at defying the norms.

Jason shoved the pieces into his jacket pocket and eyed Damian for a long while. Then he sighed. He was really beginning to hate himself at this point. He was a zombie. He’d died.

He was supposed to be heartless. Uncaring. Kicking down bad guys and shooting them in the head with remorse. No love. No guilt. Nothing.

And yet…

He ducked forward to sidle up behind Damian. “Hey, you ever thought about adding another tower?”

Damian frowned at him, like he was some kinds of stupid. “That’s ridiculous, Todd. Another tower would throw the symmetry out of proportion and even if I were to maintain the symmetry, the entire structure would be off balance and crumble under a stiff breeze.” He threw Jason a look of pure scathing. “Even an imbecile could see that.”

Jason smirked. “Sorry to disappoint but I never wanted to be an architect, Little D.” He gestured grandly. “Educate me.”

Damian sighed, like he didn’t want to, but a small smile quirked at the edge of his mouth as he launched into a long-winded and probably boring explanation on proper castle structures.

Jason licked his lips and settled in, focusing.

Because that was the shitty thing about Jason Todd. He could get fucked over by people who “loved” him. He could die again and again and yet, every time he’d come back, he’d more than likely fuck himself over by jumping off the deep end and learning how to love again. Like some kind of ass.

Because family meant a lot to him.

And Damian, regrettably and also not regrettably, was family.

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Expectant - Request

Requested by anon:  could you do a Reader x Sherlock where she finds out she’s expecting and Sherlock has no idea how to react for awhile? Thank you :-)
Also, another anon requested for a fluffy one with Sherlock so…

Summary: (Y/N) is acting strange, and Sherlock notices. She ends up confessing the truth and… He struggles to find the words.

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Warnings: Bit of angst (not really) because of Sherlock’s reaction. Also, fluffy.

Word count: 2,807

A/N: My Sherlock feels are rising like the fenix rises from the ashes, THANKS! This is fluffy and cheesy and I love it, hope you do too. Remember feedback is highly appreciated.

Enjoy!

Originally posted by xthismeanswar

London had never been quieter. Not a single criminal dared to show up in the past week – or at least not one Sherlock cared about.

With his fiddle in hand and a melody on his head, Sherlock played for hours and hours throughout the morning. His feet with move along the music as he followed his girlfriend around the flat, making sure to keep his eyes on her at every moment.

(Y/N) was tiding it up a little since neither Sherlock nor John would do it.

“You know you don’t have to do that.” Sherlock spoke as he waltzed his way closer to her.

“I know, I just… Need to kill time, I guess.” Sherlock tilted his head.

“Anxiety?” She shook her head.

“Maybe I’m just bored.” Sherlock smiled warmly at her.

“I knew I wasn’t the only one getting bored here.” He said.

“Bored? You?” (Y/N) let out a fake laugh, “As far as I can tell you’re having a blast with your instrument.”

Sherlock didn’t reply with words but rather changing the tune to a faster one.

“Show off.” She hissed jokingly and moved to his room, where she picked up the dirty clothes and dusted the furniture.

Sherlock couldn’t help but to notice something strange in her. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it because it was such a slight change in her – and a good kind of change – that deducing it would take him hours. And that’s why he was following her.

She was resplendent yet she looked tired. “Why are you tired?”

(Y/N) looked up at him; she had been dragged out of her thoughts. “Sorry?”

“Why are you tired?” Sherlock repeated, “Last night we did… We did sleep late but we always do.”

“Maybe it’s all this cleaning.” (Y/N) suggested.

“You’ve followed me on cases that could get anyone tired after five minutes without even flinching, it’s not the cleaning.” Sherlock observed. He stopped playing and stood still, following her every move.

“Maybe I’m getting old.” Sherlock lifted an eyebrow.

“Impossible.” He stated, “If you were getting old I would be too and I’m feeling great.”

“We are getting old.” She emphasized, “With each second that passes.”

Sherlock sighed heavily and continued to play. (Y/N) excused herself and left to the bathroom. It was the fifth time she went and it wasn’t even close to mid-day.

Sherlock stopped playing once again and walked back to the living room where John was sitting and reading a newspaper.

“There’s something off about her.” Sherlock whispered without even looking at his friend but rather keeping his ice blue eyes glued to the bathroom door.

Watson, who knew exactly what was going on, shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and changed the page. He had been pretending to read the whole morning, for he knew it would be impossible for him not to react.

“You’ve read this newspaper three times already.” Sherlock observed.

“I like to re-read… Make sure everything sticks to my mind.” John replied.

“Guess that’s a method that works for common minds.” John couldn’t help but to roll his eyes, “But honestly, John, can’t you see? There’s something off about her.”

“She’s your girlfriend, Sherlock, not mine.” John beamed.

“She’s your friend, and you’re a doctor.” John sighed and scratched the corner of his eyes.

“She’s not sick.”

“How can you tell?” John inquired, “Did you check her body temperature? Her blood pressure? Her…”

“She’s fine!” John assured. Sherlock, of course, didn’t buy it and waited patiently for her to get out.

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Don’t Wanna Lose You

This lovely number was requested by a very wonderful anon. I really, really hope you enjoy this!!!

@noamrollins @meaganottiz02 @damnbuvky

Pairing: Roman Reigns x Reader

****SMUT WARNING****

Originally posted by thearchitectwwe

You sat in the bed of your hotel room, reading a book. Roman was in the shower and you decided that you were gonna wait it out. The way his match went tonight, you had planned to jump him because…just…damn. Then again, it’s not like you need a reason to jump his bones.

You heard the water turn off and the shower curtain open. You felt yourself getting giddy. It had been a little bit since you’ve had him all to yourself and you missed him. But you tried to play it cool, deciding to continue reading as he walked out of the bathroom. You looked up to see that he was dressed to go out.

“Where are you going?” You asked curiously as Roman sat on the edge of the bed, putting on his shoes.

“I was gonna go out with some of the guys for a drink.” Roman asked, never bothering to throw a glance your way.

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Male Omega/Female Beta Headcanons

-An Omega boy that is taller than the average Omega and always feels clumsy and awkward because of how many people have pointed it out as a flaw. Having had only unpleasant and embarrassing experiences with Alphas, he’s not really interested in having one as a mate. His shy personality keeps him from getting close enough to be interested in anyone really, until he meets a Beta girl who is new at his school

-The girl is small and friendly and she doesn’t possess the intimidating scent or dominating presence of an Alpha so he isn’t instantly bothered when she cheerfully approaches him and befriends him despite him becoming a blushing stuttering mess

-The Beta girl happily following the Omega around school and talking almost nonstop, telling the Omega how lucky he is to be tall since she’s so short, which is weird for him because no one had ever said anything positive about his height before. The Beta girl asking if he has an Alpha and not understanding why he is so reluctant to talk about it

-The Omega awkwardly trying to present her with small courting gifts, like fuzzy socks and a pair of gloves, but the Beta girl not catching on at all and cheerfully accepting every time and giving him small gifts in return. The Omega being far too nervous to verbalize the purpose of the gifts and just quietly smiling and going along with it

-The Omega deciding to take an Alpha approach to the situation, buying her flowers and offering his jacket on a cold day. But he unknowingly chooses flowers that symbolize friendship and he ends up getting so cold that the Beta girl worryingly wraps his own jacket back around him and drapes her own over his shoulders to heat him up faster

-The Omega being very jealous and unhappy whenever a male Beta flirts with the girl and then being upset with himself because she always picks up on his agitation and she becomes concerned and he feels bad for making such a lovely person feel sad about anything

-The Omega going into heat and missing school and the Beta girl repeatedly calling him but he avoids answering the phone because he is way too embarrassed to talk to her in his currently desperate and heat driven state, he does feel bad though because he had been too shy to give her any warning beforehand that he would be missing school for a week

-Going back to school and dreading what is sure to be a humiliating confrontation, but instead he is greeted with a happy hug, a box of chocolates, and lots of questioning of whether he felt alright now or if he needed water, because she had obviously caught on to why he’d been out of school. His face is on fire but he feels so cared for and he is so in love with this small and wonderful Beta girl

-The Omega boy finally deciding to leave an anonymous note for the girl, asking what she would think about dating a male Omega. But once he drops it in the locker he suddenly can’t remember if he accidentally signed his name or not and he panics because she is already walking up and he has no time to try and retrieve it and so he turns and runs away

-Hiding up on the school roof low-key contemplating whether jumping off would be less painful than the inevitable heart break he was sure to be experiencing soon, but he’s pulled out of his thoughts by a small finger poking at his shoulder. Just as he turns to see who it is a hand grabs his tie and pulls him forward until his chapped lips meet the soft ones of none other than the cute Beta girl he had just run away from

-As she pulls away he’s a blushing mess and she just grins as she holds up the note slightly and points out that he didn’t give her a chance to respond and before he can say anything else they are kissing again and he’s so happy and overwhelmed that he doesn’t even notice that the note is lacking his name and if he hadn’t freaked out he probably could’ve remained anonymous, he also would’ve remained alone though so he figures it was worth it later on

-The relationship taking off from there and the both of them laughing when they hear that they’d both liked each other from the moment they first met

Stiles Stilinski Imagine- Let Me Talk

Anon- Could you do a Stiles imagine where he keeps trying to tell the reader that he loves her but he keeps getting interrupted by school bells, friends or any distraction you can think of and he eventually he gets so frustrated that he just yells it in front of all your shared friends aka the pack? I feel like this would be really cute and pretty damn funny😂

Authors Note- I was in the middle of a shit ton of homework when I saw this, but I loved it too much to wait, so I hope you enjoy x

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Scott and Stiles stood waiting at their lockers, as they did every morning for you all. “Everytime I see her, my heart does the thing” he exclaimed. “I know” Scott nod his head. “It’s like I can feel my pulse quicken” he continued. “I hear” Scott claimed. “I think I love her-” Stiles cooed, but before Scott could reply you turned the corner. “You love who Stilinski?” you asked with a smile. “Oh erm ermm- the lunch lady” he lied terribly. “You think you love the lunch lady?” you asked with raised eyebrows. “Oh erm yeah” he said, his voice breaking half way through. Scott kept pretending to turn around, to stop himself from laughing. “Y/n thank god! Kira’s having a little girl trouble in the bathroom, I need your help ASAP!” she said in relief. “So I’ll see you later I guess” you said awkwardly, before following Lydia down the hall. “Yeah, we have first period together, remember?” he called after you. Scott finally burst out laughing, after watching his best friend’s pathetic excuse of flirting. “You knew she was coming, you complete dick” he said, punching Scott playfully in the arm. “Come on lover boy” Scott laughed, putting his arm around his neck and pulling him down the hallway along with him.

You walked into your English class and sat at your usual desk and Stiles soon followed, taking his next to you. You reached into your bag and began to sift through all of your notebooks to find a pen. “Y/n, Y/n!” he whispered, while the teacher was still setting up the lesson. You sat up and turned to face him. “About what I said earlier-” he began. An automatic smirk crept across your lips, at the thought of Stiles fancying the 60 year old, married lunch lady. “So you don’t love the lunch lady?” you asked, as you tilted your head. “No, in fact I was talking about someone else” he began to explain, his voice getting quieter. “Can everyone turn to chapter five please” your teacher finally spoke. You did as instructed, but you still felt Stiles’ eyes on you. “We’ll talk about it later, it’s okay if you fancy older women” you brushed it off. You promised to improve your grades and attendance this year and that also included reducing your detentions and improving your behaviour in class. “I don’t fancy the lunch lady” he accidently raised his voice, causing the class to laugh. “Thank you for that Stiles, but not relevant” your teacher commented. You bit back a laugh as he slowly sank into his seat, looking like a puppy that had just been told off.

After first period Stiles planned on telling you his true feelings, just to get it over and done with, he didn’t have the time for romance. He waited for you to gather your things as he stood and waited for you. You noticed how his foot tapped at an alarming rate. “What’s the hurry?” you asked with a smile. “Come on” he said. grabbing your arm gently and pulling you out of the classroom. You gave him a weird look as he finally let go of you as you reached the bottom of the stairwell. “You’re being really odd today, are you feeling alright?” you asked, half amused half concerned. “I’m fine, there’s just something I need to tell you” he exclaimed, speaking at 40mph. “Shoot” you said casually, not thinking anything of it. He took a deep breath but before he could say a word the school bell rang loudly. Students began to pour into the hallway. Someone bumped into you, drawing your attention away from Stiles and then more people began to bump into the pair of you as you were blocking the way to the stairs. Before you knew it, you had drifted away from one another in the masses of eager freshman and large groups of students from other grades. “Tell me later!” you shouted into the air, no longer knowing where he was. “It’s kind of important” he shouted back, but you couldn’t hear him, you had already travelled half way down the hall somehow. Stiles felt someone grip onto his shirt and pull him out of the crowd. “Don’t say anything” Stiles huffed. “That was pathetic” Scott told, having watched the whole situation. “Maybe you should wait to tell her, maybe not at school?” Scott suggested. “It’s now or never, otherwise I’ll overthink and might never tell her” Stiles explained. “She likes you Stiles. Her feelings aren’t going to change overnight, why don’t you wait and make it special?” Scott asked rationally. “You’re right, I guess I can wait a day” he agreed. Scott smiled and patted his best friend on the shoulder as they walked to lesson together.

“I cant wait any longer” Stiles whispered. It was break and you all decided to go to the library because it was cold and the only place with any good heating, considering not all of you had wolf heat. “It’s literally been an hour since we agreed on you doing it tomorrow” Scott said, putting his head in his hands. “I know, but look at her” he said in admiration, staring over at the table you were on. Lydia was helping you with your homework and you’d never looked more beautiful, you sat with a furrowed brow staring down at your paper with your hair tucked behind your ear. You glanced up and felt your heart flutter as you caught eye contact with Stiles, his brown eyes looked wet and he had such an adoring look on his face that made you melt. With all you were feeling all you managed was a simple wave, which he returned. God you fucking idiot. Tell him how you feel. “I’m doing it now” He stood up from his chair and began to walk over to you slowly, shaking his sweaty hands and not looking away from you as you scribbled onto your paper. He was about half way across the library when suddenly he felt something hard hit him as he fell to the ground. Books and sheets of paper flew everywhere and there was an eruption of quiet giggles and hushes. Stiles pealed the paper that was covering his eyes to see Liam lying on top of him with an awkward expression on his face. “Get. Off. Of. Me” Stiles said so calmly. Liam lifted himself up and offered his hand out to help Stiles up, “I’m sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going and I didn’t see you walking towards me and-” he barely finished his rambling before Stiles became distracted and rushed off. “ Where’s Y/N?” he asked, half out of breath. “Oh she had to rush off, she told me to ask if you were okay though” Lydia said, packing her own books away. “Great” he said with an eye roll. “Honestly you’re making this little crush of yours so obvious, why are you so desperate to talk to her?” she asked with a smirk. “I’m telling her that I - Wait, you know I like her?” he asked, completely shocked. “Yes Stiles, I’m surprised she hasn’t figured it out herself” she shook her head with a smile. “Whatever it is you need to talk to her about you have two hours because she’s going home early after lunch” she added, before walking away to her next optional AP class. “Two hours, you can do this” he breathed.

He wasn’t in your next lesson and time couldn’t have gone slower. Malia watched, shaking her head as he sat there looking at the clock with a stupid expression on his face. The sound of him clicking his pen to the noise of the clock ticking echoed in her head for the whole period. As soon as the bell for lunch went up he practically ran to the school cafeteria. He was the first on your usual table, Malia followed swiftly behind, confused as to why he didn’t walk down with her. Kira and Scott then followed and took their seats. Liam and Mason sat on the edge of the table, he was still embarrassed by the whole falling on him thing. Finally you walked over with Lydia. You took your seat in the other end of the table, opposite Stiles. You ate your lunch while you all talked as usual, beside Stiles who stared down at the table. Hayden had also joined you all at this point. “Are you okay?” you asked, breaking away from the conversation. “I need to tell you something” he tried to say quietly. “Oh yeah, sure” you smiled. “I lo-” he began for what seemed like the 100th time that day. “Y/L/N, did you forget about your detention today for skipping class you little delinquent?” Coach asked, blowing his whistle. You took a sip of your coffee and turned to look at him, “I have no idea what you’re talking about” you said innocently. “Now!” he called, but before you could reply someone interrupted. “Coach…Shut up” Stiles said sarcastically. “I have been trying to say this all day and I have been interrupted for the last time!” he said standing up. “I love you Y/n, there I said it. I am completely and utterly in love with you” he said a little too loudly, only focusing on you. Half of the students in the cafeteria where staring at you, including all of your friends; who were sitting there with huge grins, smiles and smirks on their faces. You almost spat your coffee all over him. You had a shocked expression on your face for a second, before a bright smile formed. For some strange reason you weren’t embarrassed, only wrapped up in the though of the boy you had liked forever liking you back. “I love you too” you blushed, never thinking this would be the first time you’d say that to him. “Right that’s enough, come on” Coach said with a disgusted look on his face. You were practically pulled out of the room but your eyes remained fixated on Stiles’.

Later on someone knocked on your front door and you knew exactly who it was. “Did you really mean it?” he asked without hesitation, walking in. “Of course I did” you smiled shyly. “So what now?” he asked with a grin on his face. “People who love each other, should be together” you implied. “I guess you’re right” he agreed. After the hectic day he’d had, you thought you may as well give him a hectic end. You wrapped your arms around his neck and felt his around your waist as he leant down and pressed his lips to yours in a long awaited kiss. The passion was something you’d never change about the two of you and it was something you’d never lose. You loved him and he adored you. As much as he had hated that day, he wouldn’t change it for the world.

Sorry its kind of rushed but I waned to get something out before I do my school work. I love you guys but requests are closed so I wont be doing any that are sent to me for a while x

anonymous asked:

Hey, would you mind doing a RFA + V and Unknown reacting to a super ticklish MC? I know there are many of us out there aha! PS: I really love your blog; it makes me super happy to read through everything. You brighten my day!! ^-^

|▽//) Thank you so much anon. You brighten my day with requests that’s for sure. I didn’t add in V and Unknown because I wasn’t quite inspired by them for this. But I hope you enjoy!


Yoosung

  • he was watching you play Dark Souls III
    • doesn’t want to play it because the rage would be too intense
  • and you so close to killing Pontiff Sulyvahn (after the umpteenth time)
  • Yoosung was cheering you on but it was getting to be an intense fight
  • his hand just darts to your knee for stability
  • he doesn’t expect you start to giggling or even pull your body away from them
  • when you finally kill the boss you two are sighing in relief
  • “MC why were you laughing earlier???”
  • confused nugget
  • when you explain to him that you’re kind of ticklish
  • he’s pretty respectful of that because he can be a bit ticklish too
  • more conscious of when he touches you now because he doesn’t want to trigger a laughing fit that he can’t stop
  •  but he can’t help himself sometimes
  • he’ll put his fingertips on your knee and spread his fingers out like there’s a spider on it or something
  • you can’t help but giggle and try to pull your limbs close to your body
    • “stOP”

Jaehee

  • you were trying to make Jaehee smile so you tried to tickle her sides
  • but this gelato ain’t moving a muscle
  • -_-
  • doesn’t understand WHY you’re doing it but for fun, she just tickled one of your sides
  • and you SNORT
  • it was barely a tickle, more like a brush
  • and you lose your mind???
  • JAehee will remember this
  • whenever she wants you to do something like clean up your mess or do the dishes
  • she threatens you with tickling
  • the first time you had the audacity to call her out on her shit
  • so she tickles your sides none stop and you burst into laughter
  • it got so intense you were on the floor, crying for her to stop
  • now if she asks you to do something, YOU DO IT

Zen

  • it all started with a perfect night 
  • which for you two is sitting on the couch with a cozy blanket and a good set of movies to binge
  • during one of the more romantic movies, Zen wanted to smooch you (づ ̄ ³ ̄)づ
  • so he gazed into your eyes
  • but the moment he tucks some hair behind your ear and leans in,
  • you giggle and flinch back
  • it takes him a second but he gets this really cheeky smile
  • “Are you…ticklish? ( ಠ ͜ʖ ಠ) ”
  • NO YOUR ANSWER IS NO
  • OR ELSE ALL HELL WILL BREAK LOOSE AND YOU WON’T HEAR THE END OF IT
  • oh no he’s going for your ears again
  • you cover them but he bamboozles you and goes straight for your exposed sides
  • you’re yelling at him to stop in between your snorts and giggles
  • it gets kind of embarrassing when one his neighbors knocks to inquire about some disturbing noises

Jumin

  • you were just pleasantly sitting on the floor, playing with Elizabeth 3rd with your donut
  • at one point  he can’t stop staring at you because you were so spectacular
  • your neck was exposed, practically calling his name
  • so he did something bold and kissed your neck
  • IMMEDIATELY you retreat your head between your shoulders while giggling
  • very confused donut
  • you decide to fuck yourself over and tell him how ticklish you are, especially the neck
  • “Interesting…” was all he said
  • w-what’s interesting? WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING!?
  • when you least suspect it, he tickles you
  • you think he’s asleep when he’s spooning you?
  • nope he just tickles your stomach
  • while you’re chatting up people at an RFA party, he’ll come up from behind you and place his hands close to your neck
    •   ヘ(。□°)ヘ
  • you’re at home minding your own damn business he’ll just be like “MC hold still”
  • you do as you’re told but his hand is going straight for your neck and you just pull your shirt to your chin

707

  • you knew how merciless Seven could be
  • even in the tickling department
  • one time he tickled Yoosung until he started to hyperventilate
  • lord knows what would happen to you and your ticklish self
  • his smallest touches you refrain from any giggle or snort
  • but d-day came faster than you would have liked
  • you two were sitting on the couch just watching TV
  • and he pulls you in by the waist to cuddle with him but you let the giggle slip out
  • he’s looking at you
  • you’re looking at him
  • FUCK
  • he leans in closer like a cat ready to pounce
  • i-i goT TO GET OUTTA HERE!!!
  • you jump off the couch to run to the bedroom but he fucking tackles you down
  • AND THERE’S NO MERCY
  • he goes straight for your armpits and you can’t stop laughing
  • you’re in T E A R S
  • “MERCY!!!”
  • but this jellybean is having the time of his life
  • HE’S BEEN WAITING FOR THIS DAY
  • you’re just a tearing potato with flailing limbs
  • one of your hands hits Seven in his jaw during the crossfire
  • he stops because he accidently bite his tongue and you freak out
  • but it ends in laughter ^^
Knight in a Navy Coat (Newt x Reader)

Originally posted by xoxoeddie

Requested by Anon: Would you do a request where the reader and newt are dating and the reader is hurt by someone and newt gets all protective? Thanks! I love your writing style!

I really hope you enjoy this you lovely anon! 

Words: ~4000 (I like protective Newt, okay?!)

Rating: Super A +++ fluffy throughout, to kill you all slowly… and I’m pretty sure the memory of the first kiss is something I’m going to expand upon in another imagine cause it’s so darn cute! Lemme know if you guys feel the same!

Four months.

The best four months you could have ever imagined, going out on little adventures, dinners, and long walks with the wizard oddity that was Newton Scamander, it was better than you even imagined when you were initially adoring the Hufflepuff from a respectful distance.

As a “No-Maj”, or “Muggle” as Newt tended to call you fondly, you had been utterly fascinated with the realm of beasts and magical creatures that had opened up to you, and grew all the more passionate with their study the longer you spent with Newt. You continually thanked your stars you accompanied your friend Jacob to his bank meeting that fateful morning in New York.

Tonight had been lovely, a small dinner in a quaint cafe recommended by none other than Tina, who insisted on their world-famous cheesecake, which you two ended up sharing for dessert. Currently, you both were enjoying a long walk through central park, despite the incredibly late hour. Time flew by, you never ran out of subjects to discuss, though you did enjoy the quiet of each other’s presence just as much sometimes.

It was likely one of your last dates in New York before you two would board a boat to Britain, as Newt had emphasized the freedom you two would have as soon as you left the scrutinizing watch of MACUSA and their “bloody ridiculous” rules regarding the involvement of non-magical humans with wizards.

You didn’t care where you went, as long as the shy wizard’s slightly-calloused, freckled hand was in yours, you couldn’t be happier. In the spur of the moment, you tugged on Newt’s collar and stood on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear, “Your eyes are especially enchanting tonight.” You giggled at the almost instant reddening of your boyfriend’s cheeks as his seafoam eyes widened in delighted surprise, the corners of his lips twitching into a smile.

“I, uh, I ha-hadn’t noticed,” Newt stammered out, feeling his knees go a little weak. It was a wonder such few words had such an effect on him when they came from you.

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Servamp: No Worries

Hey guys! This is something that I wanted to do for a couple of friends and another anon who gave me this cute example that made me think of this fic (x). @akumanonezumi and @the-floofinator Sorry it took so long guys, I was just really busy planning other fics out! I really hope you two and that anon like this! So without further ado, please enjoy! <3


                       “Oh my god, he’s so cute!”

                       “I know right?! Here kitty kitty! I’ve got cookies!”

                       “Hand me some! I wanna feed him too!”

           Mahiru rolled his eyes slightly as he heard his fellow classmates gushing over the cat Servamp that was currently resting on his head like he always did. Kuro yawned softly, and opened one lazy red eye to glance at the squealing girls. Crossing his arms, the teen sighed, and reached up to pull the sleepy vampire down. Cuddling him to his chest, Mahiru felt Kuro’s ears twitch lightly as he pressed his lips to the Servamp’s sensitive cat ears.

                       “Do you mind Kuro?” the Eve asked, pulling away slightly so that he could look his partner in the eyes. Kuro blinked at him slowly, before he sighed and nodded. Smiling softly, Mahiru gently scratched under the Servamp’s chin in thanks, before gently handing Kuro to one of the girls. “Okay, play nice Kuro. I’ll just be cleaning the chalkboard, and when I’m done, we can leave. Have fun!”

           Watching his Eve walk away, Kuro turned his attention to the cooing girls. This shouldn’t be too bad, besides they had cookies! Everything was going fine until one of the girls decided to begin scratching at the sides of his furry belly. Feeling his fur fluff out, Kuro tried to twitch away from the invasive fingers, but when another pair began to scratch behind his eats, the Servamp clenched his eyes shut as he tried to hold his cat form. Weird sensations were flying throughout his tiny body as the girls giggled and scratched at his furry parts. Opening his eyes, Kuro tried to send Mahiru an SOS signal through their bond, but the brunet was too busy dusting off the eraser to notice his predicament. Feeling one of the girls fingers suddenly scratch near his lower tummy, Kuro finally had enough and let out a scratchy sounding meow.

                       “Hmm?” Hearing the sound his Servamp made, Mahiru turned around to see Kuro giving him a pleading look. Furrowing his brow, Mahiru put the erasers down, and held out his arms. Seeing this, Kuro squirmed free of the confusing, yet invasive touches, and flung himself at his awaiting Eve. Once Kuro was in his arms, the brunet brought the trembling cat closer to his chest, and frowned. “Kuro? You okay?”

           Shaking his head, Kuro clung to the brunet harder when he heard the girls whining and wanting to hold him again. Hearing Mahiru mumble something, and the teen’s hold tighten a little more, Kuro swallowed and looked up to see Mahiru looking back at him with a soft gaze. Noticing that the whining had stopped, the Servamp loosened his hold, and peeked around to see that the loud teen girls were gone.

                       “Sorry for leaving you with them Kuro…I should’ve watched over you,” Mahiru sighed out, as he rubbed Kuro’s back softly with his thumb. “I’m done cleaning up now. How about we go home, and I can start an early dinner. How’s your favorite ramen sound?”

                       “Okay…” the Servamp mumbled out, slowly climbing back on top of Mahiru’s head as the teen went to fetch his backpack. Once they were out of the school, Kuro slowly lowered himself until he was lying on his Eve’s left shoulder. Turning to look at the other, the brunet jumped slightly when Kuro rubbed the side of his face lightly. “I can practically hear you thinking. Don’t worry about what happened. It wasn’t your fault.”

           Blinking slightly, Mahiru thought over what Kuro said, and then looked towards the ground, feeling a small blush begin to rise on his face. He couldn’t believe his lazy neet of a Servamp was trying to cheer him up. Shaking the thoughts from his head, the Eve turned to his head to face the black cat again, and pressed a small, shocking, kiss to the Servamp’s furry cheek. Smiling his one hundred watts smile at the other, Mahiru scratched behind Kuro’s ear. Glad that he was in his cat form, or else Mahiru would see the pure flush he knew he had on his cheeks, Kuro muttered his usual ‘what a pain’ and looked away shyly. Seeing this, Mahiru snickered, and quickened his pace so that the two could get back to the apartment quicker.

                       “Thanks for that Kuro,” Mahiru told the Servamp, once they were at the door. Kuro sighed, and jumped down from his Eve’s shoulder. Once inside the dark apartment, Kuro shifted to his vampire form, and toed of his boots. Mahiru shut the door, and did the same with his shoes. Placing his backpack towards their shoes, the Eve slowly walked away from his Servamp, obvious heading towards the kitchen to make their dinner. Kuro watched this, before scratching the back of his head, and slowly followed his Eve’s form. Seeing Mahiru enter the kitchen, the Servamp creeped into the living room, and flopped down on their couch, picking up the discarded game device that the vampire had placed on the floor the night before. “Kuro? Beef or chicken?”

                       “Uh…chicken I guess…” Kuro lazily called back, and Mahiru chuckled lightly at the Servamp monotone voice. Even with food the Servamp sounded bored. Setting the pan down to boil, Mahiru opened the packages, before leaving the kitchen, knowing a watched pot takes longer to boil. Hearing Kuro’s game device playing, the Eve rolled his eyes with a soft smile, before he made his way over to the Servamp. Noticing Kuro laying down, Mahiru tried to hold his snickers back when he saw that Kuro’s feet were dangling off the couch, meaning the Servamp was too tall to actually fit that way on the furniture. “Are you going to stare at me all day? Or are you going to come over here?”

           Blushing at being found out, Mahiru sighed, and made his way over to the Servamp, who was still playing his game, but now he was looking at his Eve. Sitting down lightly near the other’s legs, the Eve gently tapped at Kuro’s legs, and the Servamp placed them in his Eve’s lap. Rubbing soothing patterns into the vampire’s legs, Mahiru turned on the television with his free hand, and put on an anime the two usually watched together. Kuro shut his game device off, and turned his attention to the TV once the anime’s opening began to play. Glancing at his partner, Mahiru smiled softly when he saw the interested look in the other’s red eyes. He was just like a little kid in a candy shop. Looking down at the Servamp’s legs, a thought suddenly occurred to the Eve.

                       “Kuro?” the brunet asked, gaining his Servamp’s attention. Kuro blinked at the teen’s tone of voice, before noticing that it looked like something was on the Eve’s mind. Once he had the full attention of the lazy vampire, Mahiru bit his lip as he tried to think of what to say. How was he going to put this? Shaking his head, the teen decided he should just be direct, so he glanced at the confused Servamp with determination in his hazel eyes. “What made you react the way you did when my classmates were paying attention to you. You usually love getting their food and attention, so…what happened?”

                       “U-uh…” Kuro mumbled, feeling shocked from the Eve’s question. He knew Mahiru was going to ask questions, but to do it was that much determination had the Servamp flustered. Seeing the expression on his partner’s face, Mahiru frowned slightly, and looked at his hands, which were still gently rubbing at his partner’s legs. Kuro swallowed slightly, and glanced back at the anime. Damn. Mahiru knew he wasn’t good with his words and emotion. Sighing, Kuro gently bumped Mahiru’s belly with his one leg, gaining the Eve’s attention once again. Seeing the unsure emotion now flowing through the brunet’s sparkling eyes, Kuro swallowed the lump in his throat, and cleared his throat. “Um…I guess…I didn’t like where they were putting their hands…it made me feel weird things…”

                       “Weird things?” Mahiru muttered to himself, thinking over what the other had said. Glancing down at Kuro’s legs, the Eve began to tap a gentle rhythm around the Servamp’s knees, noticing the way the vampire’s legs twitched slightly when he tapped over the left kneecap. Blinking, a sudden thought made its way into the teen’s head, causing a small smirk to rise on his face. Noticing the change of expression on his Eve, Kuro shifted, feeling a little nervous. Looking at his Servamp, Mahiru noticed the hesitation in the other’s face, and quickly erased the smirk from his lips. “Kuro…could it be that your ticklish? Where were the girls touching you?”

           Hearing this, the Servamp bristled slightly. Ticklish? Why did that sound familiar? Shaking the sudden uneasiness away, Kuro looked his Eve in the eyes, and noticed a small twinge of curiosity in them. Licking his lips, Kuro glanced down at his hands, which were trembling lightly. Flinching slightly, Kuro felt his eyes widen under his fringe when Mahiru had reached out, and laced their hands together. Feeling the warmth of his Eve, Kuro relaxed completely, and slowly looked into his Eve’s face again. There was no judgement in the teen’s face, and Kuro felt himself relax even further. Feeling the tenseness soak away from the other, Mahiru smiled softly at the vampire.

                       “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, okay Kuro?” the Eve asked, getting ready to get up to check to see if the soup water is boiling yet in the kitchen. Seeing Mahiru getting ready to get up, Kuro fumbled slightly, and reached out. Feeling the Servamp’s sudden hand around his wrist, Mahiru let out a yelp of shock when he was suddenly pulled down. Landing on the other, the Eve reached for anything that could hold the impact, but when the teen’s hands grabbed at Kuro’s side, the Servamp flinched harder than before, causing Mahiru to literally fall face first into his chest. Hearing the slight hitch of breath, the teen quickly leaned up, and looked into the blushing face of his partner. “Kuro? I’m sorry! Are you okay?”

                       “Mahiru…y-your hand…please move it…” Kuro shakily let out, confusing his Eve. The brunet blinked owlishly, and let his eyes wander down to where his hands rested on the Servamp’s sides. Cocking his head to the left, Mahiru gently squeezed the vampire’s sides again, making the other twitch, as he let out a small breathy yelp. Staring into each other eyes, Kuro shook his head as Mahiru grinned mischievously at him. “Mahiru. N-no…”

           Nodding his head, the Eve quickly wiggled his fingers down the Servamp’s sides, smiling when the other let out a squeak before breaking down in adorable giggles, unlike what the Eve expected. Hearing the childish laughter rise out of the neet vampire’s mouth, Mahiru watched as his partner squirmed, and tried to stop his hands from reaching anymore tickle spots. Smiling at the sight of Kuro’s now flushing face, Mahiru gently dug his fingers into the Servamp’s tummy, laughing along with the other when the vampire let out another high-pitched giggle. Kuro could not believe this was happening. Shaking his head, the Servamp gave up trying to catch his Eve’s hands, and just clenched the couch cushions with his hands. Seeing Kuro giving up trying to fight the tickles, Mahiru slowed his fingers down until they were just swirling around the shallow belly button of his giggling partner.

                       “M-Mahihihihrruuu!” Kuro whined, feeling his giggles beginning to quiet once the tickling slowed to a stop. Looking at his Eve through his teary red eyes, Kuro let out a few more bubbly giggles when the teen gently scratched the spot underneath his cute belly button. Mahiru smiled softly at his partner when he heard the childlike giggles, before finally moving his hands up until they scratched lightly under the Servamp’s chin. Shaking his head, Kuro wrapped his hands around the teen’s wrists, but did nothing else as more giggles spilled from his lips. “P-plehehehehease! N-no more!”

                       “Alright, I’m done,” Mahiru sighed out, taking his hands away to gently rub through the Servamp’s blue bed head. Kuro closed his eyes as he felt this and breathed out a small purring sound through the last remaining giggles that were stuck in his throat. Once the Servamp’s breath evened out, Kuro opened his eyes, and looked at the soft expression his Eve had on his face. Letting out a sigh, the Servamp relaxed more into his Eve’s hold, with his usual ‘what a pain,’ falling from his lips. Hearing this, Mahiru snickered, and Kuro blushed at the wonderful noise. “Are you okay Kuro? I didn’t go too far did I?”

           Shaking his head, Kuro glanced at the television, noticing that the anime they were watching was over. How much time did his Eve spend torturing him? Frowning, Kuro glanced towards the kitchen when he heard the sounds of flames flickering. Blinking, the Servamp looked at his Eve with a confused look, making the Eve confused as well until their fire alarm went off. Hearing this, Mahiru remembered the boiling pot he left on the burner before the tickle attack he unleashed on his lazy partner. Getting up fast, Kuro heard the Eve curse before tearing towards the kitchen as quickly as he could. Hearing a shout, Kuro let out another sigh, before sitting up. Unknowingly, the Servamp had a smile on his face as he got up off to couch to check on his freaking out Eve.

2. A Hot Kiss (from this list)

for anon, who requested #2 with adrinette! i hope you enjoy this, lovely ♥

“Hey, Felix?”

It was a play.

“Yeah?”

It was just a play.

“Do you believe in soulmates?”

It was just play-acting for the crowd at their backs, and it meant nothing.

And if he told himself that enough times, Adrien thought as Marinette reeled him in with her eyes alone, then maybe, one day, he’d start to believe it.

He didn’t have ‘one day’ though; this was the one and only showing of the play the drama club had worked on all year, and like hell was Adrien going to fall out of character just because Marinette was spectacularly talented.

He somehow remained stoic enough to pass for ‘Felix’ as Marinette tiptoed up to him, those blue eyes glowing radioactive in the stage lights.

“Do you ever just… meet someone?” she murmured, just loud enough to be picked up by their microphones, making every hair on his scalp stand straight up as she trailed her fingertips from the corner of his jaw to his chin. “And think… ‘I was waiting for you’?”

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Same Dynamic Couples Headcanons

-Omega couples arguing somewhat often but never having really serious fights because as soon as one of them realizes that the other is really upset, they shift into mothering mode and immediately start trying to make their mate feel better

-When Alpha couples argue it’s always a very loud and intimidating thing where they are both trying to make the other submit to them and most of the time it ends with the winner of the argument fucking and marking up the other because they feel the need to completely assert their dominance

-Beta couples arguing less than other same dynamic couples because they generally share a very close bond and find it difficult to do or say anything that could harm that bond

-Omega couples being insanely cuddly all the time and often enjoying cuddles just much as they enjoy sex, if not a little more so

-Male Omega couples always alternating on who gets to top, unless the couple has clear preferences on who takes on which role

-Alpha couples most often low-key arguing about who gets to top, wrestling around as a form of foreplay until one has the other pinned and impatient enough to agree to bottom

-Cute little Omega couples sharing all their clothes and often purposefully wearing each other’s sweaters just to stay close to their mate’s scent when they are apart

-Omega couples doing each others hair and makeup and filing each other’s nails and being so content to be able to tend to each other even in simple ways

-One Alpha getting sick and being too proud and stubborn to willingly allow another Alpha to take care of them, but their mate is also too stubborn to just allow them to suffer alone so they try to take care of them anyway. Attempting to feed them soup and impatiently trying to sweet talk them into taking their medicine because they know they can’t demand it without their sick mate becoming more resistant. And despite how frustrating they know it is for their mate to not allow them to care for them, they will be just as difficult when they inevitably get sick as well and it’s the others turn to play nurse

-Beta couples that enjoy people watching in crowded places and using their heightened sense of smell to try and figure out what people are feeling and then making up funny stories about them to make each other laugh

-An Omega couple hanging out with an Alpha couple and the Alphas low-key keeping an out to make sure no other Alphas try bothering their friends, and the Omegas knowing that their presence will keep other Omegas from approaching and flirting with the Alphas and making everyone uncomfortable. So it’s a really beneficial friendship for everyone involved

-When one Alpha is in rut the other willingly takes on the submissive role because despite having the urge to be the dominant one, they know exactly what the other is going through and they want to make things as easy for their mate as possible

-A kinky Omega couple whose heats have synced up so they hire an Alpha from an agency to “assist” them during their heat and happily take turns watching the other be fucked and knotted

Anonymous: I just want some angsty lams and some John brushing Alex’s hair comfortingly pretty please? I don’t care what kind of angst at all, but I really want hair brushing and you write lams so well. Please and thank you! You are awesome! Love ya! ❤ 

You got it, bby! ;) I hope you and the rest of the kiddos enjoy this fic! Thank you to my wonderful friend Binna @ciceroniantrash for angsting with me as I wrote this! (Also, pssst @chickensauras! This is the fic I’d started last night! ^.^) <333

“Alexaaaander?” John singsonged as he walked into their dorm room. He looked over at Alex’s bed and smiled at the lump huddled up under the covers.

John walked over to Alex and gently tapped him where he thought his shoulder was. “Hey, babe, I’m back. Wanna get sushi?”

The lump did not move. John tapped Alex again. Still no response.

“Alex?” he said slowly, as if not wanting to startle his boyfriend.

Nothing.

“I’m pulling the blanket back now,” John said. He took the cover in his hands and cautiously pulled it back.

Alex was curled up in a tiny ball under it, eyes open, staring at the wall, though John could tell Alex couldn’t really see anything.

“Oh, babe,” John said softly.

As he studied his boyfriend more and more, he realized that Alex was in a fresh shirt, but still had his pajama bottoms on, likely meaning he’d tried to get dressed and go to class before crawling back in bed. John’s heart sunk at the thought. Alex’s class started at 9:30. It was past 12:30 now. He absolutely hated the thought of his boyfriend being alone and in pain for that long.

He climbed up onto the bed with Alex and moved the boy’s head into his lap. He ran his fingers through Alexander’s dark locks, hoping the gentle touch would slowly bring him back from wherever he’d gone.

Alexander slowly tilted his head up toward John and blinked his eyes a few times. John smiled down at him, trying his best to hide the worry he knew was written all across his freckled face.

“Hey,” John said softly. “You okay?”

Alex stared at him for a moment longer before shaking his head no. John felt his heart leap into his throat.

Alex is never this forward. He tried to see the positive side, that at least Alex was being honest with him, but he had a feeling it was more like Alex is tired of hiding how he really feels from him.

“That’s okay,” John said soothingly. “That’s completely fine. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Alex stared up at him, expression unchanging, as if the words were taking longer than usual to make sense to him. John recalled Alex explaining how it felt sometimes, a few months ago, around three am during finals week, when he’d been awake for two days straight and drank more coffee than should be legal.

“It’s like… like a huge cloud,” he’d said, spreading his arms as far as they’d go. “And, and it just descends upon me and stuffs itself into my head, which I know is big, but it’s not that big.” He winked at John. “And it makes it hard to think, because imagine having a cloud in your head, John. Imagine.”

“Um, yeah…” John had said, not wanting to reveal how uncertain, how confused, he was in the moment.

“I can use another metaphor. I can make literally a million, probably.”

“That’s okay, babe, the cloud is good,” John assured him. “So it’s hard to think?”

“Oh, yeah, hella. Thankfully it doesn’t get too extreme very often, but when it does…” Alex raised an eyebrow at his boyfriend.

“What happens?” John asked, almost not wanting to hear the answer, but knowing he needed to because what if if happened again and Alex needed him.

“When it gets really bad, which has happened…” Alex paused and looked up at the ceiling as if it held the answer he was searching for. “It’s happened twice. Once when my mother died, but I guess I had to snap out of it pretty quick because I got put into the system and all that.”

John wanted to tell Alex that depression wasn’t something he could just snap out of, but he also didn’t want to interrupt Alexander. He filed it away to bring up later, maybe after Alex got some sleep and drank a normal (for him) amount of coffee.

“And the second time was during our senior year of high school.”

John felt his heart drop. Senior year. They’d been best friends for two years by that point. Why hadn’t he known?

“It was… remember when I was out sick for a week? With the flu?”

John thought for a moment, then recalled Lafayette lugging home Alex’s books and assignments, asking John and Herc and Eliza for homework from classes they had with Alex.

“Yeah,” John said slowly, not sure he liked the direction this was going in.

“Well, it, uh, wasn’t the flu.”

John felt like someone had slapped him. He’d failed at being there for Alex. He’d completely and utterly failed.

Alex must have been able to sense how John was feeling because he quickly tried to reassure him. “John, babe, oh my god. Please don’t feel bad? Even Laf didn’t fully know what was going on. I wouldn’t let him near me for very long, and with all the tissues strewn across the bed, well, he thought it was the flu, too, until a few weeks later I told him.”

“I… I just feel horrible that I didn’t notice.”

“But I hid it. On purpose,” Alex stressed. “I was, well, kinda ashamed? I don’t know, I just didn’t want you to think that I was weak or weird.”

“I would never,” John said quickly.

“I know, but I was… it was an irrational fear,” Alex said. “And obviously I got over it.”

John had to smile at that. Yes, John thought. Clearly he has.

But now John was sitting with Alex on his dorm bed, trying to keep himself from panicking because his boyfriend is not okay, very not okay, and he doesn’t know what to do.

He tried to recall what Alex said about the cloud, about what helped, but it’d been like he himself didn’t really know what would be helpful, since it had happened so few times.

Think, think, John commanded himself. What helps Alex normally?

John quickly went through the list of things that typically comforted his boyfriend when he was depressed. There was peppermint tea, funny YouTube videos, and fuzzy blankets. Seeing as Alex was pretty unresponsive at the moment, John doubted that he could get him to drink tea, and felt that Alex wouldn’t be able to watch a video, but the blankets were doable.

“Babe, I’ll be right back,” he said, hoping Alex heard him. He gently shifted his boyfriend off of his lap and walked across the small room to his bed, where there were two folded blankets, then he opened up Alex’s closet, where they kept an especially fuzzy blanket that Martha had sent to him earlier that year when he had a bad cold.

John tossed the blankets on the bed and then grabbed his two pillows and stuffed turtle and threw them into the pile. He set about making a cozy, comfy nest of pillows, shifting Alex into the center with blankets draped around him.

John was about to climb onto the bed when he noticed Alex’s hair brush was near the foot of his bed, teetering, about to tumble to the floor. He must have meant to brush his hair, John thought.

Hair! John thought excitedly. He loves to have his hair played with.

He grabbed the brush and climbed back onto the bed, positioning himself behind Alex, who had kind of slumped over in John’s absence.

“Hey, babe,” John said softly as he sat his boyfriend back up, the unseeing look still in his eyes.

The cloud descends upon me. Alex’s voice echoed in John’s mind.

“I’m gonna brush your hair now. Does that sound good?” He didn’t expect Alex to reply, so when he didn’t, he wasn’t shocked.

He simply took Alex’s curls, which he hadn’t even bothered to put into his signature ponytail, and first ran a gentle hand through them. Then he began to brush his boyfriend’s hair, starting at the bottom, recalling his sister, Mary Eleanor, instructing him to do so when he’d used to help her brush her hair before school.

He paid each section of Alex’s hair special attention, humming a French song he knew Alex loved as he did so. Slowly, he felt Alex sitting up more on his own. He felt his head resist the tug of the brush when John accidentally hit a snarl.

John tried not to get too excited or too hopeful, but he couldn’t help the miniscule smile that found its way onto his face.

He simply kept brushing Alex’s hair, the only sounds in the room his humming and the brush smoothing out Alex’s black locks.

When he finished, Alex’s hair was a bit frizzy, but incredibly soft. John recalled Alex telling him once that he loved to have his hair braided, especially in two braids. He may have been slightly drunk at the time, but John knew Alex just opened up more when he was drunk; he never lied.

John pulled his own hair out of the bun he’d haphazardly thrown it into that morning before class and grabbed his boyfriend’s wrist, where he knew another hair tie would be waiting. He gently pulled it off, then braided Alex’s hair.

When he was done, he ran his hand over both of Alex’s braids. “So pretty,” John whispered.

He wrapped his arms around Alex from behind, pulling him close. He nearly gasped when Alex’s hands reached up and wiggled their way into his own.

“Thank you,” Alex hoarsely whispered.

“Anything for you,” John said, trying his best not to let the tears of relief that had gathered in his eyes fall.

Alex settled back against him, his head on John’s shoulders. He shut his eyes, and John tugged the blankets up over them more, then leaned back into the nest of pillows.

He kissed Alex on the crown of his head. “Anything for you,” he whispered. “Anything.”

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HELLO GUYS SO HI, IT’S ME. :) SORRY WE HAVEN’T BEEN UPDATING AND POSTING, GUYS WE ARE SO BUSY LIKE AND I FEEL TERRIBLY SORRY FOR THAT. I wrote this because a lovely anon had requested and joshuaxmingyuxreader! and it has now arrived! but ya know, it’s really unrealistic in ways. ;) i hope you guys enjoy this! i am so sorry if it is does not reach your expectations but omg i did my best, everyone, enjoy!! we love you, as for the requests and the asks and such, please be a bit more patient! we want to be sure that you’ll be satisfied with our work, thank you. :) :* sorry if you don’t like this type of concept but i’m sorry. sabdfjkabflajdnasdlfnalskdfnasdffd

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Everlasting Light

Request: Listen to Everlasting Light by The Black Keys. The write about Bucky loving you & you loving him & listening to music on a lazy rainy day & being so grateful to have each other.  Smut if you feel like it :)

Warnings: Fluff, Pretty much all smut, Swearing

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A/N: This is only my second time writing smut. I’m still working on getting better at it, so please be nice. Thank you to the anon who requested, also I love The Black Keys sos I got really excited when I saw this request. This gif does stuff to me so that’s why I chose it lmao. Hope you all enjoy! Send me requests here.

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