#I am too sleepy to decide what is actually worth posting. So u are getting the lot.

[satans-knitwear]

*just throws the rest at u*

Treat me ~ Tip Me ~ More of me

#I am too sleepy to decide what is actually worth posting. So u are getting the lot. #Can't make decisions until I've had more tea and coffee #satans knitwear #alt pinup #pinup girl #Lingerie reveal #bi girl #cheeky #uk girl #wlw #Ootd #my gif to you

[blackvelvetwriteson]

𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓

                                             (  ~ Kakashi Hatake x Gender Neutral                                                                                                          Reader Insert ~ )

GENRE: Smut and Fluffy Fluff!                                                                  

FANDOM: Naruto: Shippuden

TRIGGER WARNINGS: There’s smut towards the end! (Thigh riding and overstim, etc.) Nothing too hardcore, but it’s worth noting.

SUMMARY: I really hope this is sort of what you were leaning towards! I haven’t watched Naruto in years so I had to refresh my memory a little and do HELLA research, but I hope I didn’t disappoint! This is Kakashi with a bratty reader! There’ll be a small oneshot (probably posted later today) to follow this because music inspired me lmao.

WORD COUNT: This is just a headcanon/imagine so N/A REQUESTED BY: @impromptuxprompts

(Headers are mine, but the art inside of them are not! Please don’t steal or repost without credit!)

We all know that Kakashi is a pretty stoic man, right?

Like literally NOTHING pisses this man off.

Or like.. At least until he gets you, Reader-Chan.

But here’s the thing, you decide to try and make him break at least a little bit.

Despite what people may think, he’s generally pretty vanilla.

He also has really bad nightmares; being too hardcore could send him into a bad state.

But not everything needs to be rough all the time. You like how cuddly he is.

But he’s ONLY cuddly towards you. And when you both are alone.

He’s DEFINITELY the type to always try and teach you something.

Like, “Kashi! I’m gonna put my hand on the stove!”

And you’d think he’d be like, “No… You shouldn’t do that.” Right?

Wrong.

He just shoots you THE most unimpressed look, crosses his arms, and leans against the wall and nods his head a little like.

“…. Hm… Go ahead.”

You just STARE like homeboy you’re REALLY gonna just let me… Put my hand on the stove like that?

And then he’d watch you wimp out and whine and he’d reward you with a forehead kiss.

You get happy for a second, but goddamn what is this man thinking about? Like you can NEVER tell with him.

But you can’t get mad at him; he knows ABSOLUTELY NOTHING about romance.

This dude REALLY tried to call you “his favorite kunai” before he settled on Blossom. And you had to tell him why you being “his favorite kunai” was an issue because he honestly thought he’d gotten the hang of it.

He’s watching TV and you’re reading a book and decide to dress in one of his sweaters with nothing on underneath.

I mean NOTHING. Like, no underwear, no shirt- nothing.

And I mean the only reaction you get out of him is a small “Hm…” And his eyes widen a little and that seems like that’s all it is.

As you’re pouting, you don’t notice his eyes slowly raking over your body, he just doesn’t blush or anything because this man could keep a poker face if someone had a gun to his head.

And you just stomp your foot a little like. “Am I not beautiful enough for you or something?”

This time you get a bit of a reaction but he just blows his hair out of in front of his eye.

You both have a set of rules that you follow, and in exchange, he lets you eat sweets before dinner and before bed, and he also has to keep his mask off the entire time he’s at home.

“What do you mean? You’re just fine,” he says in that soft, cold tone of his. His eyes linger a little on the hoodie misforming your body.

He loves it actually. He loves how all of the little folds hug you and he knows it smells like him.

He also knows that it’s your comfort blanket of sorts, so of course he knows that something’s wrong with you.

“Come here, Blossoml,” he says softly and he pats his lap.

“No.”

He looks a bit taken back.

Surprised? No. Disappointed? Absolutely.

He notices that you don’t have the little bear he gave you with him and he raises an eyebrow.

“Where’s your toy?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

He just sighs quietly and you smirk thinking that you won.

“I’m guessing you don’t want any sweets after dinner tonight then?”

“Mm-mm. Nope.”

You a whole damn lie. And he knows it.

He tries to go through and think about why you’re acting like such a brat today and he remembers that you get like this when you guys haven’t had sex in awhile.

It’s been almost a month.

He does this thing where he tries to deprive himself of things that makes him feel good or makes him happy, but he does it in such a way that you don’t ever recognize it.

“Why should I get to live free and feel good and be happy and my comrades can’t even feel anymore?” That’s what he always said to try and make an excuse for it.

He’s WAY more laid back now than he was years ago though, but he still has some of his same habits.

But it’s too late. You’ve already pushed the brat act and noticed he’s slightly started to get agitated.

He sat back and leaned forward, his elbows rested on his knees, his eyebrows furrowed just a little, his lips just a little pursed.

You were standing right in front of him and you shifted uncomfortably under his intense blanketed gaze.

“K-Kashi-“

“I’m going to ask you one last time, Blossom. Where’s. Your toy?”

“U-Uhm…”

He knows how difficult you are when you get like this, so instead of counting down from 10 or some shit, he spells out his name, and with each letter, his gaze gets more intense.

“K….A….K…..A…..S……”

You start to whine and his eyebrows only furrow more and he stands up, your resolve now nonexistent. “H….”

“I-It’s under the bed and I can’t reach it! I’m sorry!”

He shakes his head and clicks his tongue. “What’s gotten into you today, Blossom?

“NOTHING!”

“Inside voices.”

He taps the side of his head and you nod. That was the signal for him sort of telling you to tone it down a little and you abide to avoid aggravating him.

He walks into the room and kneels down, gently collecting the bear from under the bed.

You thank him and hug him as you chitter quietly and he still has no idea what to do with his hands so he just pats your head.

“If you wanted me to grab your bear for you then why didn’t you just ask?”

You pout and bury your head in his chest. He never really understood the point of people being a great but with YOU he seemed to tolerate WAY more than he would with anybody else.

“I-I… I d-don’t know,” you say quietly.

He sits on the edge of the bed, leaning back, his eyes guiding you to one of his thighs.

“This is what you wanted right? Sincerest apologies for not being able to give more… But this is all I can offer at the moment,” he speaks quietly as you walk closer.

He gently takes you by the waist and positions his legs right in between yours, slowly lowering you how he knows you like it.

Before you move- or before he lets you move- you just stop as you notice his eyes locked on yours.

He gently takes your chin in his hand and makes you look at him.

“The next time you need something, just ask. Why do you insist on being a brat?”

You whine more but immediately shut up when you see his sleepy expression.

“B-Being a brat is the only way to get your attention on me! I don’t like it when you’re sad! I want you to be… MINE. Not your mind’s…”

He allows you to fully sit on his thigh, slowly guiding your hips to ride it as he spoke to you.

“Blossom… No. You’re all mine, for sure, you’re just not observant.”

You open your mouth to protest but he puts one of his soft fingers into your mouth so you can’t and you just suck on it contently while listening to him talk to you.

“I notice when and why you act like a brat. Hm? I know that you want this,” he gestures to you. “And so much more. However, I need you to recognize that I’m not like… Most men out here… I’m not normal… I’m so sorry if I seem so distant, truly. I’m *not,* I promise. I just… Don’t equate sex with attention… And I don’t really have a drive for it, yknow? Like…. Just… I don’t know what it is… But I know for sure that it’s not on you.”

You liked it when you both had your heart to hearts. Especially like this.

He wasn’t an especially hard Dom, he always found out what it was you wanted, questioned you on why you thought you deserved what you were claiming you did and made sure you’d been taking care of yourself before he gave it to you. He didn’t like being too rough so he made sure that every action he made was soft and gentle.

You didn’t like gentle all the time, so you’d let him know and then guide him into what you were craving in the moment.

When he choked you for the first time, he was a bit scared but he was also confused. — “U-Uh… People like this s-sort of thing…? Why?”

He also gives REALLY great spankings, but he’s also confused as to why people like being hit too. (Aren’t we all.)

You listen to him and realize that the two of you have had this talk before. You don’t like that he felt forced to tell you this again especially when you knew that it made him uncomfortable.

“Blossom… I’ll do my best for you, okay? I’ll be normal and just like everyone else… At least in terms of expressing my feelings to you… But for now, work the brat out of your system by riding on my thigh.”

You did as instructed, sucking hard on his fingers, your eyes glazed over as you rest your hand on his chest for support as he started to slowly bob his leg for you.

He was okay with one of many things, however, and that was praising you. He always took the chance to praise you, especially whenever you did well, but he took extra care when you were in your moods.

He also knew you liked it when he moaned or when he made noise for you so that you knew you were doing good, so he did just that too.

Whenever you rode his thigh, he always took special care of you, holding your waist and guiding your sex into the hardest part of his thigh.

Bonus points if you’re wearing his shirt, or anything of his really.

He always likes to graze his nails over your skin too because of the goosebumps it gives you.

He watches you make a mess of his thigh, feeling your legs tremble around his and this gives him a smile. It’s VERY subtle, but it’s a smile nonetheless.

“That’s right Blossom, just keep grinding into me just like that… You’re being so good for me baby, don’t stop until you’re satisfied,” is what he often reminds when you’re close.

Occasionally when your leg brushes past or presses into his bulge, he returns the favor and he grinds against your leg subtly, but it’s still there.

And the best part?

He always lets those moans and whimpers out in your ear for you to soak up.

He doesn’t like it when you call him daddy; he just doesn’t. However, he does allow you to call him “Mister” or “Sir” to make up for it.

By this point you’re about ready to cum right there and you know, he’s never held you back from an orgasm, so this should be easy, right?

Wrong…. Kinda.

He tells you to slow down and you just stare up at him in disbelief.

Tf did he mean “sLoW dOwN”

So you whine a little, but then he slaps your ass and you’re just like :O

And a VERY fleeting smirk shows up on his face.

You abide and he pulls your hips down against his lap harder and then you jolt and dig your nails into his chest.

“W-What a-are you doing S-Sir?”

He pushes his fingers deeper in your mouth to shut you up and while you’re riding his thigh, his hips are grinding into your leg and he brings you closer.

Of course, as if he hadn’t already, he broke your very fragile bratty demeanor and he knew he did too.

He nibbled at your ear while all of his sweet little groans flooded into your ear.

He also hiked his leg up hard and that caused to to bite down on his fingers a little as you arched your back.

He lets out a hollow laugh in your ear because he knows that you’re holding back an orgasm.

“Didn’t I tell you to go until you were satisfied? So why are you holding back?” His eyebrows furrow a little and you try not to cum but that doesn’t really last long.

He starts to nibble on your neck with a soft growl and he forces your hips faster against his leg, but you know you’re in trouble now because he starts to spell his name after every single nibble.

“You have until I finish spelling my name,” he said quietly in your ear as if you both were in public.

“H…. A…. T…”

You’re trying again to hold on, and his fingers latch on to your tongue a little not making any of this easier.

Naturally, you start to drool; so you’re a mess on his lap trying to keep from bursting over his leg right then and there. I mean come on, he just started spelling.

“A…K…E… K…A…K…”

You can’t really hold on anymore and he smirks, pleased with himself as you tremble on his thigh, your nails digging into his skin, your toes curling as you try to push yourself onto his thigh more but also try to pull away because you’re so overtimed you could barely take it.

“A.. S…” He laughed quietly as his nips became a little harder, your orgasm only intensifying.

“H… I…” He mumbled quietly as he finished spelling his name into you.

You didn’t know what kind of hold he had on you but you loved it, and you were such a mess on his lap, trembling with labored breathing, you try to stay upright but find it hard to as you’re about to pass out.

“Have you finally got that brat out of your system or should I…” He jolted his leg up into your sex and you whimper loudly looking like you’re about to cry, your eyes widening a little.

“N-No sir! No more! I-I c-can’t take anymore,” you murmur out quietly. “P-Please let’s just cuddle…. I w-want you w-with me,” you whimper. It was apparent to him that you were slipping into subspace and he knew just how to take care of you.

“Don’t worry, you’ve been a good baby for me,” he said softly, gently kissing the side of your head as he picked you up.

He allowed you to lean into him before he laid you on the bed. You were still extremely sensitive and trembling, letting go of him as you let the bed hug you instead.

You knew what time it was so you didn’t complain when he left.

He came back a moments later with a few things; a bag of chocolates he reserved for this occasion, a few candles with a lighter, his cologne, and your favorite lotion.

He lights the candles first and then he places them around the room. The sweet warm scents now filling the area around your room.

He then walks over to you on the bed and he slides into the bed, turning on the TV to some cartoons, warming up a dollop of lotion in his hands.

“Is this what you want to watch, Blossom?”

You, of course, nod sleepily and whine quietly as you feel the warm lotion over your body, his slender hands gently kneading into your back. It felt so good that you couldn’t help but to let out soft mewls and moans trying to press closer to him.

He smiled and moved you onto your stomach so that you were facing the tv and he moved to straddle your lower back as he gently massaged the warm lotion into your back causing you to whimper and whine softly, your body still sensitive from your orgasm.

“Am I going too rough?” He asks in that sweet almost melancholy voice of his that you loved. It somehow always managed to lull you into subspace.

You only respond with small grunts and mumbles.

He took a break to open up a couple of the small chocolates and he gently pushed one into your mouth with a soft kiss against your ear as he left the other in a sort of pile right next to you so you could help yourself.

You couldn’t help but to whimper quietly and you nibble at your little bear’s ear as you watch your cartoons, sucking on the chocolate as he went back to massaging your skin with the warm relaxing lotion.

He also loved to worship your body, especially since you tell him that you don’t know if you mean anything to him.

He works the lotion into your whole body; your back, your sides, your arms and hands.

He lotions up your hands by keeping his hips pressed into yours from behind while his hands gently caress yours. He loves playing with the muscles and bones in your hands, primarily your knuckles.

When he was finished with the rest of your body, leaving your neck left treated too with soft kisses as well, he repositioned so that he could cuddle with you from behind.

He ALWAYS cuddled you until you were asleep so he could clean himself up and go make dinner for whenever you chose to wake up, the brat ALWAYS worked out of your system after he was done with you.

“What do you say, Blossom,” he always chided in that sweet almost monotonous voice of his with his soft closed eye smile.

“Thank you, Sir. I’ll be good from now on.”

#requested #naruto shippuden #Kakashi hatake #kakashi sensei #kakashi x reader #kakashi smut #kakashi hatake lemon #naruto shippuden x reader #kakashi headcanons #kakashi x you #kakashi x y/n

[swift--fox]

Day off

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BITCH I wanted to make this a sort of surprise but I failed miserably. ANYWAY hope u like it i love u you outstanding funky lil dumbass celebrate somehow surviving another year!! (AGAIN please ignore the garbage title I’m so bad at this)

P/N: This is amazing, and I have been hoarding it for like a month (Totally not because I am terrible at remembering to post shit, shhhhhh) But THANK YOU GREY @pissbabydean!!! THIS IS AMAZING AND I LOVE IT!!

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Dean woke up in a great mood. He was well-rested, perfectly sated from last night’s…activities, and they had the bunker to themselves today. He and Sam had agreed to taking a couple “off-days” a month just to keep tensions from building too high. Today was one of them, and Sam was taking Eileen out on a day trip to Colorado. 

Dean rolled over and flopped on top of the warm body next to him, resulting in a sleep muddled grunt. He peppered a flurry of kisses across his boyfriends neck and cheeks, making obnoxious smooching noises as he went. Said boyfriend was now awake, if his sleepy murmurs of protest were anything to go by. 

“‘M sleeping. Get off,” Cas mumbled, eyes still shut while he turned his head, blindly trying to evade Dean’s affections. 

“No way, Grumpy. It’s almost 11, time to get up.” Dean crowed, leaning down to peck a kiss on the tip of his nose. Cas screwed his face up and twisted underneath him, unseating the hunter without breaking a sweat. He buried his face into the pillow with a satisfied sigh.

Dean could almost forget how strong Cas was, seeing as he rarely showcased it. He only really used it on hunts or when they were hooking up - in both instances Dean’s brain was usually too preoccupied to really take note. 

Regardless, Dean had to uphold his reputation as Incredibly Annoying Alarm Clock, otherwise Cas could sleep until 2pm. Which was weird, because angels didn’t even need sleep. Cas just really really liked it, which was all fun and games when Dean could wake up in the arms of his angel and maybe even lay there with him until his growling stomach could no longer be ignored. Now, it was more annoying than anything. At least he could have fun waking him up.

He crawled back over and straddled Cas’s bare back, resulting in a muffled “Uff” into the pillow. 

“Caaas, c’mon, dontcha want to spend time with your loving boyfriend? Who makes amazing pancakes? And who you love so very dearly?” 

A dismissive grunt was all Dean received in way of an answer. Dean leaned forward and licked a fat stripe across the top of Cas’s tanned shoulder. He shuddered once and that was the only response he got before Cas stilled again. He wormed his tongue up Cas’s warm neck and traced the shell of his ear with it, making lewd moaning noises right in his boyfriend’s ear. 

“Gross,” He protested as he reached back to blindly swat at Dean’s face. The perpetrator just chuckled and avoided the half-hearted protest, nipping on his fleshy earlobe.

“You love it,” He teased.

“Not when you have morning breath,” Cas rebutted. Dean hummed dismissively and continued his minstriations. 

Cas didn’t mind enough to put up an actual fight, but he did mind enough that his will-power was slowly diminishing. Then, a tongue snaked into his ear and he shrieked, nearly throwing Dean off the bed while he escaped the disturbing sensation. Dean was folded over with laughter, cackling into the bedsheets while he glowered.

“You’re disgusting and cruel. Go make me pancakes,” He groused, using the hem of Dean’s discarded t-shirt to wipe out the wetness in his ear. Dean, who was still laughing, came over and kissed him on the cheek.

“Comin’ right up,” He grinned. It was hard to stay mad at him, especially with a smile like that. Cas could still act the part, though. 

After brushing his teeth and putting on a clean shirt, Castiel ambled into the kitchen, which was flooded with the scent of cooking batter and fresh-brewed coffee. The table was already set, his favorite mug filled to the brim with dark liquid. He sat down and immediately began nursing the bitter beverage while he watched Dean man the stove, quietly humming to himself. 

Castiel was an angel. He didn’t need to eat, just like he didn’t need to sleep. Unlike sleeping, though, he didn’t particularly enjoy eating. Mostly, if it wasn’t Dean cooking for him, he wouldn’t eat. Not much was worth the overwhelming tsunami of flavor and texture from each individual molecule and building block of whatever he was consuming. But Dean’s satisfied little smile and shining eyes were. 

Pancakes weren’t the worst for him to eat, but they certainly weren’t good by any means. He found that foods containing eggs were largely unpleasant. But Dean always made him a heart-shaped pancake, and Cas’s chest always did those happy little swoops when he caught Dean watching him eat it. 

They finished breakfast and Castiel washed the dishes while Dean dried, then Cas was left to sit on the couch while Dean showered. He reached over to grab his latest read - The Crooked House, which he’d flown to the public library to borrow a few days ago in anticipation of their off-day. He opened up to the yellowed, well-loved first page and quickly lost himself in the rolling plot.

Dean had come to join him some time ago, stray droplets dripping from his hair to the shoulders of his t-shirt. He slid his way over to the couch suavely, socked feet gliding easily over the smooth flooring. If he wasn’t so focused on his book, he would have noticed Dean’s little huff of annoyance that Cas had missed his grand entrance. 

And thus began Dean Winchester’s unabashed quest for attention from his angel boyfriend. It started with an incessant amount of talking.

“Heyyy, Cas, whatcha doin’? He drawled in a very successful imitation of Isabella from Phineas and Ferb (What? It’s not like Cas would get the reference. Slim pickin’s on Netflix these days).

“Reading,” Came Castiel’s curt reply as he turned a page. Dean’s mouth fell open in an overexaggerated “aaahhhh,” noise.

“Cool. Whatcha readin’?” 

“The Crooked House. It’s a murder-myster novel where a young woman’s-”

“Cool, cool. So, whaddya say about a little TV? Ever watched Schitt’s Creek?” Dean cut him off purposefully, gesturing at the TV. The picture of innocence, if you didn’t count the faint upwards tug of the corner of his mouth. 

“I don’t mind if you watch something,” He replied noncommittally. Dean narrowed his eyes a fraction and tossed the remote aside.

“Okay, no Netflix. So, what should we do, then?” 

Castiel shrugged and flicked the page. “I’m reading. You can do what you like, Dean - it’s your day off.”

Dean collapsed against the couch with a frustrated groan, throwing his hands up in the air.

“It’s our day off, babe. As in, together. Let’s do something,” He whined. 

“I’m open to suggestions,” Dean sat up excitedly, but Cas held up a finger. “…after I’m done reading.” 

Dean’s face fell and he crossed his arms against his chest. He wasn’t pouting but he wasn’t not pouting, either.

“Come on, dude, you got, like, the whole book still! Watch something stupid and funny with me! Don’t you love me?” 

“I do. And you love me, which is why you’ll let me finish my book in peace.” 

Dean huffed and muttered complaints under his breath. He hated it when Cas turned his own words against him. It was just unfair. 

Dean could be unfair, too.

He started clicking his tongue obnoxiously loud, humming nonsensical tunes to himself, tapping loudly on the end tables with his finger tips. He watched the angel carefully for any reaction to his antics but damn, he knew Cas was good. He would have to up his game.

Then he started singing. Loudly. Badly. Voice cracks and all. 

“Oh Danny boyyyyyy, the pipes, the pipes are ca-a-allingggggg~”

There was a minute twitch in Cas’s jaw and the grip he had on the cover of the book was a lot tighter than necessary. He was getting somewhere.

“From glen to glennnnnnnnnn, and down the mountain siiiii-” 

His mouth was suddenly clamped shut. Lips pressed together, like if he weren’t speaking at all. But he had been, and he was trying to. He tried to speak, to do anything, but no sound came out. 

“Perhaps vocal lessons would be a good investment for you, Dean.” Cas commented off-handedly, and then paused in thought. “Or ear-plugs for the rest of us,” 

Dean glowered at the nonchalant angel on the other end of the couch and shifted, shoving his legs unceremoniously into Cas’s lap, making sure to jostle the book in his hands with his calf. 

He knew Cas knew what he was asking for. HAnd Cas knew he knew that he knew what Dean was asking for. e was just being an asshole for reasons unknown (okay, unknown if you didn’t count the way Dean woke him up that morning. And how he’d scared him in the shower the previous morning).

Where Dean had been glaring a hole into the wall just past Castiel, he noticed that the book was…levitating. Where were Cas’s hands? 

He got his answer a second later when he felt fingers press against the arch of his foot. He tensed and a little ribbon of excitement coiled in his chest. He thought he was getting what he asked for. He was wrong.

Cas’s fingers were…devastating, in all the wrong ways. Just barely brushing his fingertips in sweeping ovals on his heel, occasionally poking his arch or instep. It wasn’t enough to warrant laughter, or even really much squirming. It was just on the precipice, and Dean fucking hated it.

And then Cas decided to get meaner. He would drag a deliberate finger down his sole and as quickly as his nerves could flare up with tingly delight, the sensation was promptly rubbed away by strong, soothing hands. It was a terrible, cruel, sadistic, almost-tickly-but-not massage.

Dean scowled and leaned forward to thwack Cas on the shoulder, though not too convincingly. Despite it not being what he wanted, Cas was a talented (if incredibly mean) masseuse. Dean was putty in his hands, and not the giggly kind. Ugh. 

Cas was still reading his stupid murder book, the creased and worn old book was hovering a few inches from his face, the pages turning on their own. Seriously, how did this guy have enough concentration to do three things with his grace at once? 

“What is it, Dean? What more could you possibly have to complain about? I’m giving you the attention you were so desperate for.” 

Dean harrumphed and glared at his angel, pointedly jostling the feet in his lap. Cas would have found it cute if it wasn’t so annoying. He continued his infuriating game while Dean’s mouth stayed zipped shut with grace, all he could do was move into the touch - and for every bit he did, Castiel pulled back the same. It was goddamn psychological warfare.

Then, there was a…prodding. On his right bottom-most rib, through his shirt. Which could only mean one thing. Dean would, technically, be getting what he wanted. But in the most impersonal and - there was that word again - infuriating way possible. It was more of an itch, really. But the fact he couldn’t scratch it was why he started squirming and kicking his legs out. Castiel was not amused and then Dean realized that he wasn’t moving anymore. He was sending the signals to his muscles to move and thrash and, in general, be a nuisance. His body just wasn’t responding and it took Dean a second too late to register the faint self-satisfied smirk on the other man’s face before the incredibly thin and spindly wire of grace was curling and flossing between each individual rib.

Though, now, he could laugh. And he did. He imagined he would have thrown his head back if he could while he shrieked and full-belly laughter tumbled from his newly-functioning vocal chords. But, he couldn’t move. He couldn’t wiggle, couldn’t shake his head or even clench his fists. He couldn’t do anything that even alluded to a struggle and he couldn’t decide if he liked that added layer of vulnerability or not. 

Then, the spindle of grace turned more into a…tickly lash. The thing with using grace for tickling, (like a filthy cheater, because grace is so unfair for this very reason) is that it doesn’t quite follow the rules. With a wave-length of celestial intent behind the wheel, it was lethal. 

The cruel extension of his power flicked across his chest, leaving behind a swarm of buzzing nerves. It migrated to his neck, his underarms, his belly - Jesus, even his thighs. His laughter was jumpy and bright and desperate, because he didn’t know where the next strike would be.

His question was answered when the malicious tendrils of grace brushed the crease of his thighs. The laughter Cas drew from there was wholly consuming and embarrassing. Cackling, you could call it. Howling may be a more accurate descriptor. 

Dean waited for the electric tingling of his nerves to taper off, but it didn’t come. Cas didn’t stop. 

If it wasn’t before, Dean’s laughter had definitely turned desperate. Gasps and sobs and choked attempts at words and all. 

“C-CAS!” He all but screamed, and the rest of what he would say slipped through the cracks of his crumbling mind. His boyfriend, although sadistic, knew when to stop. Or slow things down, at least. The weapon his thighs were previously assaulted with moved to converge on his stomach, ribbons swirling around the softer center like a goddamn merry-go-round.

Occasionally one of said ribbons would deviate from the rest to wiggle into his belly button - which would add a squeaky quality to his giggling. At least now he could think, although the laughter that was coming out of his mouth (that could only be described as giggling, much to his dismay) was embarrassing enough that it was hard to find this an act of mercy. 

“Yes, Dean?” 

"Me-Mehehercyy!” He pleaded. His lungs were starting to ache, as well as the rest of him, from laughing so hard. Although, it was a nice feeling, Dean enjoyed the feeling of complete bone-deep exhaustion after he and Cas’s sessions. Still, he needed a break. Cas’s book finally was placed on the end table and he smiled over at Dean fondly with a short nod. 

When Dean regained control of his body, the first thing he did was fold forward and press his forehead to Cas’s thigh, panting out the last of his residual laughter. A warm and firm hand rubbed soothing circles into his back and Dean leaned into the heavenly touch.

“You were mean,” Dean whined, no real accusation behind his words. He felt Cas chuckle more than he heard it, and he was being guided to collapse in his lap again. This time, his upper-half was splayed across the sweatpant-clad legs and he was face down, cheek pressed against the top of Cas’s thigh. He sighed and immediately molded himself to the warm body under him.

“I was, wasn’t I? What would you like?” 

Dean hummed and reached behind him blindly for Cas’s hands.

“Touch me.” 

A blissfully wam palm flattened in the center of Dean’s back and began rubbing once again, the same soothing circles, but now under the shirt. 

“Is this good?” 

Dean thought for a moment.

“Light.” Was all he could manage, as his brain was currently tickled-out mush.

Cas made his hand into more of a relaxed claw and dragged the pads of his fingers and occasionally the edges of his blunt fingernails of the pliant and receptive planes of Dean’s back. The hunter let out a herculean sigh as every bit of stress was drawn out of his body by his caring and meticulous angel. Damn, he’d have to annoy Cas more often.

#submission #supernatural #Destiel #ticklish!dean #dean is a nuisance #Cas loves it tho #he pretends to hate it #but really

[stillwithkoo]

Mindflayed | JJK pt.1

A JK halloween fic/Stranger Things AU

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: horror, smut, e2l, f2l, angst, cnc, breeding kink, daddy kink, choking kink.

Summary: Strange things happen after a one night stand with your friend, Jeon Jungkook. But you didn’t realize it’s only the beginning, and Jungkook is not who he seems. 

A/N: this is a short series lol bec im 2 lazy to write a long fic. I still hope you hoez enjoy tho! 🥴🥵 my halloween gift for y'all 💜

You recently moved to Hawkins, Indiana after staying 21 years at your family’s place or more like hellhole. In this town, you met a guy named Jungkook and his crackheady lookin gang. (his friends) they didn’t really do crack though, they were just dorks.

You became friends with them, and they made adjusting to the new town a whole lot better. You didn’t think strange things would happen in this town, as cliché as it seems- nothing ever happens here, they say. One night, seemed to change that though. You were currently on the couch, trying to doze off while watching TV with Jungkook. He was probs already asleep you thought, well that was until he inched a bit closer to you.

You paid no mind to it, since he was probably just sleepy and it probably didn’t mean anything. Well, now his head was on your shoulder. Okay? maybe he likes to cuddle? you didn’t feel uncomfortable really, because he was your friend and he was cute too. You just hoped he couldn’t hear how fast your heart was beating at his very close proximity.

Then it happened, you weren’t sure when but he was breathing on your neck. Was he awake? he was kissing your sensitive spot, like he knew it. he was peppering small but sensual kisses to your neck. You were still immobile, because of the emotions you were feeling at his sudden actions. 

He was awake now, you were quite sure. He looked at you and you couldn’t really decipher what his eyes were trying to tell. They were dark and clouded. Was it with lust? or was it with hate? you weren’t sure. You didn’t really think he’d have feelings for you, and he didn’t show signs of being interested with you at first, so you aren’t sure what to do now. You didn’t have time to decide though, because he already did it for you by attaching his lips on yours. He was kissing you kinda rough but in a good way. You kissed him back soon enough, you just blamed it on your raging hormones. Maybe you were ovulating and getting your period soon. After the passionate kiss, you think he stopped just to tell you, 

“I want you." 

He said, voice a bit hoarse from kissing. "Do you want me too y/n?” His question caught you a bit off guard. “Jungkook… I…” you actually didn’t know what to say. All you knew was that you felt good, but could you really do more than hook up with him? won’t it ruin your friendship that was just beginning to bloom?

“Answer me, baby. Do you want me too or not?” His tone demanding. He looked so hot with his long black curly hair and annoyed facial expression that you couldn’t say no. “Yes, I want you Jungkook.” you said voice barely a whisper, you were still too shy to admit it. 

But then, he curled his fingers around your neck almost choking you but not quite, and then said, “I can’t hear you babe, I need you to say it properly and louder so I can hear.” He then removed the fingers wrapped around your neck. “I want you, Jungkook. I really do.” You said voice much louder this time. “That’s my good girl. It’s good that you want me, cos I want to breed you. Can I breed you kitten?”

He said, catching you off guard again with his dirty talk. Well, if that was his kink too, then who were you to disagree with him? you were on the pill anyway. “I’d love for you to Jungkook…” You replied. 

“Call me daddy, kitten. Say it again.” he demanded. 

“I’d love for you to breed me, daddy.” He then smirked, seemingly pleased with what you said. “Part your legs then baby, let me take care of you first.” he said, and you did as you were told. You parted your legs and he peppered soft kisses on your thighs. Then he started getting a little rough and leaving bites as he goes near to where you want him the most.  

To your surprise, he fingered you first. Inserting one, and then two fingers inside your tight hole. Making digit eights on your clit, and soon enough you were shaking and cumming just from his fingers. He licked them, and watched your post orgasm face. He couldn’t deny he enjoyed seeing you like this. You’d make a perfect vessel for his offspring to be in. So if in case he dies, there will still be a mindflayer in this realm. A new one. Of course he had to use this mortal’s body to get what he wants, but he knows it’ll be worth it anyway when his plan succeeds.

He doesn’t waste time and eats you out before you can even recover. Using his tongue like he was made to do this. To do you. Licking and sucking on your sore clit like he was paid to. Leading you to your 2nd orgasm. “Are you ready to take my cock now baby? can you still take another mind blowing orgasm?”

Jungkook asked you, while you were still coming down from your high. “I dunno kook… I meant daddy- I’m pretty spent, but I’ll try.” you tiredly replied. “I’m sure you can handle one more baby, you’re a tough girl. And you’re my tough girl.” he said seductively, giving you hope that you can still take one last orgasm at least. He then picked you up bridal style and went to his room. And after laying u on his bed, without warning, he slipped his big fat cock inside you stretching your walls in a good way. In a satisfying kinda way. He was pounding into you with so much force you don’t even know where he got his strength from.

And after a while- you came the hardest you could. And he does too, inside you. Creaming your pussy with his dark-ish cum? or were your mind just playing tricks with you? maybe you were just really exhausted, you did orgasm 3 times now. 

You were so sensitive and sore, but Jungkook wanted to go at it again. You can’t believe his stamina. He wanted to fuck you doggystyle and so he did. He loved the feeling of reaching inside you even deeper, and cumming inside you even more. After you got your 4th orgasm of the night, you just wanted to sleep, too tired to get out of jungkook’s bed and take a shower. Jungkook decided he wanted to make small talk anyway. 

“Y/N, you’re still awake right?” he asked. 

“Yea, guess I am since you’re keeping me awake.” You teased. “Sorry…I just wanted to ask about what happened with us tonight…You’ll keep our offspring right?” He said, voice seeming much deeper than his usual one. It was kinda creepy, his voice and his question. 

What did he mean by keeping your offspring? “Offspring? I don’t understand what you mean Jungkook, I’m on the pill.” You retorted. “You mean you’re using protection? you can’t get pregnant?” he asked, voice seeming a little mad to be not. You nodded, obviously to say yes. Albeit, quite frustrated with his reaction.

Well shit, he can’t get you pregnant if you’re preventing yourself from the actuality of it. He was mad and pissed. You were a useless bitch then. He was gonna kill you. And so he did, by bashing your head against the wall repeatedly. But, of course, only in his mind. He couldn’t kill you yet, or another useless mortal. It would arouse suspicion, and he was trying to avoid that for now. Because he still needs to accomplish his plan, and he doesn’t want any distractions. The friends of this mortal’s body he’s inhibiting- mustn’t find out. 

Hopefully, they’re too stupid just like this mortal Jungkook, If he hadn’t followed the rats, then he wouldn’t have found him. His curiosity for the unknown had killed him. Though, the shadow monster still would’ve chosen and possessed another host, to help in making his plans come to life. And if the real Jungkook was here, well, he probably won’t be doing this with you. It’s pityfully pathetic how hard he’s trying to take control back of his own body, he’s also really quite idiotic, he should know that his attempts are futile.

But, the mindflayer took pity on him for a bit, to see what he would do. If he could warn her somehow, of what’s going on inside of him and what’s gonna happen to this town. So, he let him take control just for a little while, and warned him to hurry up before he ran out of time. 

🍁🎃🍁🎃🍁🎃🍁🎃🍁🎃🍁🎃🍁🎃🍁🎃

Jungkook sucks in a breath, shock flooding through him now that he’s finally back in his own body and consciousness. Though he knows this wouldn’t last long, and he’ll corrupt him again. He has to warn you, all of you. And you all need to stay away from him. “Y/N, wake up! wake up! You need to get the fuck out.” He yells to you and woke you up with a start. “Jungkook, what the fuck? it’s still 3am can’t you at least let me stay til the morning?” You were embarrassed and appalled at his rude behavior. 

You just fell asleep, and here he was wanting you to get out of bed and his house, away from him. Wow, he was totes such a gentleman. Men really only want you as their sextoy. “I can’t explain right now, but I don’t want to hurt you anymore than i already did. So please listen to me and just go.” He said with his voice tired. 

Was he tired from awhile ago? or was he sick? You looked at him closely, and realized there were dark bags around his eyes, and he looked more exhausted than he did last night. “Jungkook, what do you mean? you didn’t hurt me. I enjoyed it, I mean- I wanted it too. Did you regret what we did last night?” You said frustrated and meekly. “I did. It was a mistake, and now I want you to go.” he said so coldly, and he looked like he meant it.

I wanted it too. But at the right time, and I wanted it to be me, the real me to do it with you. Jungkook said in his mind, the words he couldn’t say right now to you. He grabbed your arm and made you wear a big and long sweater, then gave you some pants but he was already ushering you to go outside before you could even put them on. You couldn’t believe he could be so cruel. His front door was now open, and he was just waiting for you to finally get out and leave him. But you didn’t leave without telling him, “You’re such a cock you know that? don’t worry I’ll never talk to you again.”

And that was the last words you ever spoke to him. Jungkook was hurt. Physically, mentally and emotionally. He was also drained because of everything. Maybe he had himself to blame, maybe if he didn’t let his curiosity get the best out of him and followed the goddamn rats, this wouldn’t have happened. But, he also knows that the mind flayer would’ve just chose another host. It wouldn’t stop at anything. But what it didn’t know or might have underestimated is that, Jungkook wouldn’t stop at anything too. He just needs to get it back. His supernatural abilities, he lost it because of a tragic incident before. But he knows it will come back. And when it does, (hopefully it will, before the mindflayer kills everyone and he’s too late-) He’s gonna save everyone: You, his friends, his town, and himself. And that dickhead mindflayer will be eradicated forever.

Part 2 coming soon. ty for reading! pls reblog and comment if you liked it, positive comments and feedback are highly appreciated 😊 Reblog and tell me if you want to be added on the next taglist! 💜

A/N; also, my mindflayer in this fic is kinda ¼ human or at least it was human before shsh. and it’s a very horny mindflayer 🤣 it wanted to breed y/n to create a demon heir/child so if inc it dies, there would be a new evil monster to create havoc in the town. fortunately y/n was on b/c so thank the gods for that. 😂

#jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #jungkook fic #jungkook angst #jungkook imagines #jungkook fanfic #jungkook scenarios #mine #mindflayed part 1 #jungkook stranger things au #stranger things #jeon jungkook #jungkook aus #jungkook horror au #bts imagines #jungkook fic series #jungkook e2l fic #bts stranger things au #bts scenarios #bts fic

[thethousandyearwitch]

The Show Must Go On! - A Youtuber AU you didn’t want and didn’t need

Hisoka Morrow, italian Makeup Youtuber, enjoys his life in the comfort and occasional drama of his profession. But nothing brings more drama into his life than the eldest son of the Zoldyck fashion magazine empire.

Meanwhile, aspiring australian Twitch Streamer Gon Freecs forms a special bond to a Speedrunner commonly going by "Kil".

Chapter 2

FF.net link - AO3 link

Gon Freecs had started his twitch account mostly for fun. After he had saved enough of his money from summer jobs to afford a computer for himself, the young boy had discovered the vast world of video games, diving headfirst into whatever flash games or free steam games he could (Until Mito caved and gave him some redeemable online gift cards as a present). Pretty quickly he started making connections over some of those games, getting invited to discord groupchats, and developing friendships with people he’d frequently play with.

One Day, his friend Leorio, a medical student from France who Gon had met through one of those groupchats, asked if he wanted to join his Sunday Stream. He explained that they’d just team up for a couple of rounds of Fortnite, and Gon could leave whenever he wanted to if he ended up not liking the Twitch experience. Leorio did not admit to the fact that he only asked Gon because his usual partner bailed due to a bad hangover, and he himself was too hungover to manage a stream by himself. This resulted in a lively evening filled with banter, excited yelling, and only minor technical difficulties considering Gons location further out in the country. Leorio ended the stream, thanking his viewers, signing off, but he stayed on call with Gon.

“Thanks so much for jumping in today, I owe you!” His French accent wasn’t too thick, but it still curled around his words.  

“Its no problem! It was actually pretty fun, so if you ever need another stream-pal...” The young boy trailed off as he started to feel faint traces of sleepiness creeping up on him. His computer screen was the only light on in the room, and it wasn’t exactly gentle on his eyes.

“About that actually; Have you thought about trying to stream for yourself?”

“Huh?” Gon could hear the tell-tale creaking of Leorios chair as he reclined back. “I mean, you’ve definitely got the energy for it, you’re not half bad at playing video games; Though that’s not really a requirement...Point is, I think you’d have fun with it.” Gon let the thought of it roll around his mind like a marble. He did have a lot of fun livestreaming this once, and there wasn’t anything that exactly spoke against it, except maybe that his sleep schedule could suffer under it. But that may as well be expected of a boy his age.

“Do you think people would really come to watch me play video games?” He finally asked, voice lined more with curiosity rather than insecurity. “Are you kidding? My chat loved you! Everyone loves a cute kid whose always one victory royale away from changing his legal name into his gamer tag and develop an addiction to monster energy.” Gon giggled in reply, “I’m not even allowed to drink those.” “Thank God you aren’t, if you had any more energy than you already have, you’d probably explode on the spot. Those things are loaded with junk anyways.” Gon decided not to bring up the infamous Redbull-pyramid that always lingered in the corner of Leorios videos. He could always use that another time if Leorio tried to lecture him about healthy living habits.

“Well, I guess I could try it out this week…But I think I’d need a guide to help me set the whole thing up…” Gon grinned to himself, hearing the familiar creaking again as Leorio sat up straight on the other end.

“I mean, I did say I owe you, and who would I be to leave a kid struggling with modern technology. And since my chat seemed to love you, I may even host your first stream, get you some exposure, y’know?” Mission success, Gon fed into Leorios ego and ensured that he wouldn’t have to struggle with stream setup by himself. He was quite thankful for the older mans (by stretch of that word) help and friendship, almost like an older brother, switching between caring protectiveness and friendly torment.

“Now, isn’t it time for you to get some shut-eye?” Busted. Gon glanced at the clock in the corner of his screen, 12:13 am. They said their Goodbyes, and the young boy settled into bed almost as quickly as he fell asleep.

The coming week, as promised, Leorio had helped Gon figure out his stream setup, settling for his channel name ‘Foxbeargaming’. With each passing day and conversation about the topic, Gon felt the static inside him build up, excitement and anticipation mixing in his bloodstream, until that long-awaited Friday.

And it was worth that wait. Gon spend a good 3 hours that day streaming Fortnite, at first in Teams with Leorio and his usual stream-pal Zepile, and later a few single matches. He hadn’t even realized how easy it came to him to interact with chat, leisurely talking about what came to mind, joking about events in the game, and just basking in this new way of releasing his bubbly energy. Leorio had warned him that he may feel exhausted after the first stream, but that’s not at all what the young boy experienced; After turning everything off, he was still beaming with joy. When he nestled into bed, he curled to his side, trying to repress his smile, though it would still take a good hour before he had calmed down enough to drift to sleep.

That joy he had experienced was enough to drive him to continue to stream at least once every 5 days, not consistent enough to build a schedule, but often enough to slowly gather a fanbase, loyal viewers who started tuning in whenever he announced a stream. It took a couple of months before people started posting his stream highlights to YouTube, and after that only a few weeks before someone offered to do official edits for him, on his own YouTube channel. A YouTube channel ended up drawing even more attention to him, people in Twitch-chat mentioning they found him through compilations and highlights.

Of the people whose attention was caught by the bright faced boy, one appeared for the first time in chat while he was streaming Super Mario 64, a palate cleanser from his usual Fortnite streams. The first message had been inconspicuous enough, provoking, but not too much out of the ordinary.

“KilCat666: try a BLJ lol”  

This however prompted Gon's entire chat to egg him on to try various speedrun tactics, until the rest of the stream was spent attempting (and failing) a “Lobby Backwards Long Jump”. Gon took it well and promised chat that if they wanted to he’d try to practice again on the next stream, asking for tips in his Discord chat. Speedrunning wasn’t really his way of playing games, he was too impatient and would rather experience the game as intended, but it shook things up, and was a surprisingly great way to regain focus after playing a different game for too long. Soon enough, the Server started bubbling with tutorials, tips, and heated discussions about optimal routes. Gon read through the chat, enjoying how everyone seemed to get into the topic, while also mourning his dwindling attention span as more and more messages came in. With the overflow of information, his brain felt like it was thrown into a deep fryer (Though maybe he was just hungry). Defeated, he dropped his head on his desk. Maybe he bit off more than he could chew. How was he supposed to take all this information in and actually learn it in time for the next stream? This was worse than school. Maybe he should ju-

Bloop.

Gon raised his head from his desk, greeted by a new private message. It wasn’t anyone from his friends-list, but that wasn’t too unusual, a lot of people from his Server would DM him, and he didn’t mind talking with anyone who had something to say to him.

“Kil: Yo.”

“Kil: do you need like help with SM64 lol”

The young boy adjusted his tired eyes to the screen, trying to find recognition into the profile picture of a white cat, but not finding it.

“GON: Hi!! :^D I’m taking tips right now if you have any!”

“Kil: your inputs were really sloppy lol”

Ouch, though true.

“Kil: but you’ve got morale at least”

“Kil: I made a short guide on my channel, if u wanna check it out?”

Attached to the last message was a link to a YouTube video, and just as announced, it was a eight minute tutorial on “LBLJ”, with text overlay explaining the various steps. What stood out more to Gon however, was the view and subscriber count to the Channel ‘Kilcat666’. After scrolling through the channel a bit more, and following another link to an adjacent Twitch channel with the same name, it dawned on him; This guy was a pro.

“GON: WOW :^O you are really good at this!!!!”

For a while, Gon thought that’s it. He browsed through a couple more of this kid’s videos. He was usually just referred to as ‘Kil’ or in rare instances ‘Killu’, and there wasn’t much on him as a person, just a short bio: “Kil, 14, him/his, Yorkshire area. SM64 0 Star contender.”. His streams of attempting to break the World record for any given game got a reasonable amount of viewers, with a steady fanbase that would spam inside jokes and cat emojis in chat. And in no single video did he ever show his face, or even speak. The only real communication he seemed to do with his audience was the occasional answer in chat, or text-overlays in his YouTube videos. Gon thought about how he was a little honoured to have another well known streamer actually give him advice and watch his stuff, though obviously it seemed that Kil wasn’t interested in keeping more in conta-

Bloop.

“Kil: Thanks uh, if you’d want to, we could like make a deal?”

“GON: What kind of deal? :^O”

“Kil: I could show you some tricks for casual speedrunning”

“Kil: And maybe if you want to you could show me how to get better at fortnite lol”

Gon was beaming. He wasn’t sure why, but he was grinning from ear to ear, and it didn’t even register to himself that he was already typing up a response until he hit the enter button.

“GON: Sure!!!!!! :^D!!!! Have you ever played before? We can team up with a friend of mine for the first couple rounds!”

  Killua was never a child with many friends. Or any friends. Growing up sheltered by his family, with the mindset of one day inheriting a multimillion-dollar company, it was taught to him that acquaintances were convenient, friends were distractions.

When he got pulled out of school and put into home-schooling, it was because his friends at school were distractions.

When he snuck out to play with other kids in the country, he was placed on supervised house arrest, because he had been too distracted.

When he noticed his brother appearing in some weirdos YouTube video, he had to be told “That man is not my friend, he is a work associate.”

And like a drop of water can gradually tear through stone, the constant echoing of this rule tore through Killuas head. He still didn’t want to overtake the family legacy, but he knew better than to endanger others with his efforts of finding friendship. Instead, he decided to find solitary distractions, and found those in video games he first borrowed (or rather, took without being noticed) from his older brother. Gradually, he got more and more invested in video games, how they work, and the cultures surrounding them. That is how he found out about Speedrunning and streaming. Speedrunning was fascinating to the young boy. The effort to clear a game as fast as possible, faster than anyone else, past all supposed limitations a game would present casual players with. Specific tricks would look messy and incoherent to untrained eyes, but the hidden inputs were mechanical and exact. This is a distraction worth investing in.

At first, he didn’t care much about streaming or even recording his attempts. However, as he was slowly approaching Regional and World Records, there was hardly a way around it if he wanted to get verified records published. So, he started a Twitch Account, opting to go for his shortened name “Kil”, a half-assed attempt at keeping his family off of his tail. And as his collection of Top-3 Records grew, so did his audience when he was streaming attempts. When he got used enough to a game, he learned how to read chat while playing, even occasionally taking the time to answer questions, followed by a wave of excited cat emotes.

These are not friends, they are fans.

If he could continue to justify this, keep these people at a distance from him, it would be fine. Minimal interaction. No attachment. Easy enough.

It should have been easy enough.

But when he went through active play sessions of Super Mario 64 on Twitch, and he chose to tune into the first stream that popped up, it stopped being easy. It stopped being easy when he found himself laughing along with the cheery voice of the young streamer.

He wasn’t sure what he expected when he sent that first discord message. A small part of him hoped that this Gon kid wouldn’t reply. That way he could have just written him off as some vain lowtier streamer who isn’t worth Killuas time.

But of course he replied. And of course he would reply so kindly despite being contacted by a random stranger. Killua could feel something pull in his chest writing back and forth with Gon. This was just friendly- no. This was normal banter between two streamers who were exchanging helpful information. Two young, up-and-coming professionals in video game streaming, who can communicate like professionals.

Like work associates.

Work associates help each other out. They make deals. So, it would be okay if Killua would make a deal with Gon. Maybe get to know him in the progress, just a little, just enough to get a sense of his personality.

The pull in Killuas chest subsided when Gon agreed to his deal. But it would come back the first time they were on a call together, the first time Killua let someone else online hear his voice, hushed through a shitty in-ear cable headset, careful that he wouldn’t draw attention if someone were to walk past his room. And it subsided again when he heard Gon laugh at every bad joke he’d tell, loosened even more when he let himself laugh with him. Gon would try his best to follow any instructions he’d been given to learn speedrun strategies, and in turn Killua would let himself be guided through fortnite battles and aim-lessons. They worked well together, as if they had known each other for years, falling into a natural rhythm of jokes and casual conversation. This rhythm would continue for weeks, always coordinating when to call, taking turns with the games they would play.

Slowly, they started branching out to more games to play with each other. Slowly, Gon introduced Killua to his friends. Slowly, Killua got used to speaking on stream, just so Gon and he could guest-star on each other’s streams.

Through this gradual process, Killua felt like he was trapped in a pot of water, and the heat was being turned up just slow enough that he wouldn’t notice until its too late. Until the pull in his chest would threaten to tear him apart.

And then it did, as his mother raised her voice at the breakfast table, “You’ve been spending an awful lot of time on your Computer, Killua.”

“So is Milluki.” He tried to keep his voice unwavering, desperately trying to keep all of these gathered secrets behind it.

“We are just concerned of what you are doing on there; The internet has a lot of dangerous sides..” Kikyo Zoldyck was awfully good at turning her voice into a wail at any given time. Killua could feel his phone in his pocket vibrate from what he was sure was a message from Gon.

“..Maybe we should put some restriction on your use of it. Before it can start distracting you.”

#hisoillu #killugon #Hunter X Hunter #fanfiction #hxh fanfic

[shreddedparchment]

To Be Seen Pt.05

Seen With Sorrow

03/09/2019

Pairing: Thor x Reader          Word Count: 9,011

*Masterpost in Notes     Warnings: language, angst, sex flashbacks, rage

A/N: This and the chapter that follows were supposed to be just one but it was totaling at more than 17K words so I decided to split it. I hope you enjoy these next two chapters. I am very sleepy so I will edit them again tomorrow but I wanted to post them since I know a lot of you have been waiting and I’m so excited to share what has happened. As always, if you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work. xoxo

Being around Thor again is unbearable and intoxicating at the same time.

You want to stare at him because despite yourself and the pain that you endured four years ago, Thor is still the only man you’ve been able to picture a life with.

You'd loved him before, no matter that it was only a three week relationship. And if you’re honest with yourself—though you will deny this until you're blue in the face—you still do on some level.

He's Ben's father and that makes him indispensable and off the charts important. Unless he hurts your boy. Then he's worth shit and you'll find a way to hurt him, cut him into tiny pieces, and feed him to the stray cats!

Thor seems to notice the hostility in your thoughts as you take your chef's knife and jam the sharp tip into your cutting board.

He physically jumps in his spot beside you and slowly lowers his own knife, placing it beside his own cutting board currently laden with a half sliced carrot.

“Okay, perhaps you truly do not need my help.” Thor sidles out of the kitchen giving you a fearful look before he joins Ben at the small table in the seat opposite where you usually sit with your back to the kitchen.

In the seat he chooses, Thor is able to look between you and Ben easily. He stares at you for a few more seconds before Ben's teeny hand very softly rubs against Thor's large right one, tracing the length of his pointer finger and easily stealing his attention.

You continue to cut several pieces of chicken breast into smaller sizes so that once it's cooked you can cut it even smaller for Ben.

As you drop the first few pieces, you add a dash of seasoning and let the tender pale pink meat sizzle in your skillet. You multi-task as you always do while cooking and while the meat cooks you quickly fill your rice cooker and measure just enough water so that it'll be sticky and easy for Ben to eat.

You slide back over to your stove and flip the chicken before looking up at Ben and Thor.

Your heart soars for a moment before it drops into your stomach and a painful clench starts at the center of your chest and then works it’s way up into your throat to choke you.

Ben is sitting in Thor's lap, kneeling actually, looking smaller than ever as he strokes Thor's bearded cheeks and chin with his tiny hands.

What is he doing? Memorizing his daddy's face? He's staring at it for sure, staring into Thor's eyes as Thor stares right back, his massive hands cradled gently on Ben's sides.

He's so small in Thor's hands and arms that Thor's hands, although they’re resting on either side of Ben, wrap around your boy's back completely so that his large fingers overlap.

They’re not talking. Neither of them says a single word as they stare at each other before Ben throws his arms around Thor's neck and hugs him, resting his chin against Thor's hard left shoulder.

Thor hugs him back, wrapping him up in his arms then kisses Ben's blonde head then his neck and shoulder, and you've wanted go see that perfect picture for so long you can’t stand it. You’re so close to tears that you force yourself to look away from them.

You rush to the carrots beside you and start to chop them up, moving with frantic energy. Your Vision blurs as your eyes mist over, threatening heavy hot tears. You move your hands faster, cutting almost blindly until a sharp slicing pain shocks you into dropping your knife onto the floor as you take a step back.

You gasp as the shocking pain gives way to a searing burn.

“Ow! Sh-shoot.” You adjust the word quickly, even upset as you are and as easy as you’ve always been with the swears, Ben’s little ears are pure and you’re going to keep them that way as long as possible.

Luckily, you'd pulled your hand back fast enough that your blood only got on the counter and floor.

Ben's carrots are still okay. You haven’t ruined his lunch. This is your worry as you hold your right hand tightly curled around your left index finger. That is most important.

“Mommy!” Ben exclaims.

“I’m okay, sweet pea. Just a cut.” You assure him but you look up to find him already squirming out of Thor’s arms who is also watching you with worried eyes.

He puts Ben down then rises to his feet and moves towards the kitchen after your son who’s running for you.

“Wait, no, Benny, there’s blood on the floor.” You warn him but he looks from your tightly clutched finger, blood seeping from the tight cracks, then up to your face where you suddenly realize those tears from before had spilled over with the pain of your cut.

Ben stops at the end of the kitchen by the counter and his mouth curves into a very pronounced upside-down U with his full lower lip jutting out as he frowns. That little lip quivers and his eyes flood with tears as he watches you silently cry and in seconds he’s crying too.

His cry is a loud emotional sobbing and it breaks your heart because you know he’s only crying because you are, and he sees the blood, so he thinks you’re hurt worse than he is.

“Ben, I’m okay.” You assure him.

However, he continues to stand there with his hands clenched into little fists before he lifts them up to his eyes as he continues to cry heavily, loudly, filling your home with his heartbreaking sobs.

Thor takes a step towards you, his brow furrowed at the blood gushing from your hand onto the floor, but you shake your head as he lifts his eyes to yours and freezes. His first instinct needs to be to tend to Ben! You look pointedly at your baby and Thor knows instantly what you’re saying.

“Ben, your mother is alright, nothing to worry about. It is just a small cut. Is it not, Y/N?” He asks you, pressing a tender hand to the back of Ben's little head.

“Yes, of course.” You assure your baby boy, but Ben is inconsolable, and he only cries harder.

Thor drops to his knees and pulls Ben into his arms to hold him close. Ben’s hands fist Thor’s shirt as he buries his face against his chest and continues to cry while stealing blue-eyed glances at you.

You know that he’ll only continue to cry until you’re holding him, so you quickly move to the sink and wash your finger with water then pull a small towel from the drawer by your sink and wrap it tightly around your cut.

“Oh, sweet pea,” You gush and squat down and open your arms for him. “Come here, Ben.”

He pulls away from Thor eagerly and rushes into your arms, successfully sidestepping the small pool of blood by the counter where you’d been cutting.

You hold him close, rubbing his little back with your uninjured hand and sigh as his crying rises in pitch for a minute as Thor hurries to the stove to tend to the chicken.

“I will finish cooking this. Go and tend to your hand.” Thor instructs and you’re so eager to settle Ben’s tiny worried heart that you get up and carry him with you out of the kitchen, up the stairs, and into the bathroom at the end of the hallway on the right.

There’s nothing special about this bathroom. It has a beautiful and chic modern shower with dark red tiles on the floor and wall and stunning black steel borders around the glass door and walls. The floors of the bathroom are a dark gray ceramic tile, heated like your wooden floors; a light gray porcelain toilet, and a matching sink with a black steel faucet on a concrete black counter over which hangs a plain wide mirror.

You move to sit on the shut toilet seat, sighing as you settle Ben on your lap as he continues to sniffle but gladly is no longer bawling his poor eyes out. His usual bright blues are rimmed red, and his lower lip continues to quiver with every sniffle he makes.

“Ben, I need your help. Can you bring me the first aid kit from under the sink?” You need to get his mind off of your own tears downstairs.

As long as you get his mind busy, he’ll put your tears out of his mind and he’ll start to feel better.

Without a word he slides off of your lap and moves to the cabinet. He pulls the dark gray painted door open and leans in on his hands and knees to pull out the clear box with the big red plus sign in the middle of a plain white label. He struggles to both hold it with one hand and wiggle back and out, but he manages it and hurries to you. He turns to give you his back as soon as he reaches you wanting to be held again. You lift him back up onto your lap, careful not to use your injured finger, and place the first aid kit on his little lap before opening the box.

Ben isn’t leaving your lap until he absolutely must, and you know this, so you don’t fuss or ask him to get down as you hold him between your arms. You lean down to kiss his plump little cheek then hold your injured finger in front of him as you whisper.

“We can’t wrap it up until we know it’s not bleeding anymore. Should we check?”

“Yeah.” Ben says, sadness still lingering in his voice.

You kiss him again, loving him so much as you peel back the towel and look at the half inch slice in your skin. It’s not deep enough to need stitches but with the amount of blood spillage downstairs, you’d thought you’d need them.

“See, it already stopped bleeding.”

Ben smiles a little, happy to see that you’re not bleeding anymore, but it fades as you rifle through the supplies in the box and pull a small alcohol wipe.

“What is dat, Mommy?” Ben ask curiously.

You suddenly realize that you’ve never needed to use a first aid kit in front of him. He’s never been cut or injured in any way since he’d been born.

“It’s an alcohol wipe.” You tear the small and square paper wrapper to expose the moistened corner then split the rest open and pull it out. “I’m going to wipe my cut with it to clean it.”

“Weew it hot?”

“It’ll hurt a little bit. It stings.”

“I dun’t want you to hot, Mommy!” Ben exclaims, his voice teetering back towards sorrow.

“It’s good that it hurts, Ben. If it hurts, then I know that I’m cleaning my cut so that it doesn’t get infected. Remember we talked about how mommy’s cuts can get infected?

“Yes.” He responds, serious as he continues to watch the nasty cut on your finger. “With jumms. Wite, Mommy?”

“With germs. Yes. So, can I clean it?” You ask him, leaning forward on his right side to try and get a look at his face.

“Okay, Mommy.”

How can he be so amazing?

He stares the entire time you tend to your wound. His face serious, more so with worry than concentration but he’s also got lots of that too, he watches you like he watches you when you sew. There’s a fascination in his eyes as you apply some ointment and then get the biggest band-aid you can find and cover your cut.

Both you and Ben are so absorbed in each other that you don’t realize that Thor has been watching the two of you for the past several minutes.

You kiss Ben’s cheek as he holds out his own tiny index finger and traces the edge of your bandage. “I’m okay.”

Your promise seems to mean more now that you aren’t bleeding and crying.

“I’m sorry I scared you, sweet pea.”

“Is okay, Mommy. I wuv you, Mommy. So, mush.” He says intensely.

You pretend to gasp. “Me? You love Mommy so much?”

“Yeah.”

“How much is ‘so much’?” You ask, teasing him slightly, you need to hear his laugh after that craziness.

“A ho wot.” He nods.

“I don’t know. Someone told me that you only love me a little bit.”

“No, Mommy, I wuv you wots. Pweese dun cwy, Mommy.” He begs and your heart breaks.

“Oh, sweet pea. I’m sorry I scared you. Really. I promise to try very hard to not scare you like that again, okay?”

“Okay.” He says with a soft smile then turns to wrap his arms around your neck to press kiss after sweet kiss against your chin and cheek until you’re chuckling lightly.

Thor suddenly clears his throat and you turn to look at him.

There’s a yearning in his eyes that catches you off guard. How much did he see? So much sadness radiates from his eyes towards you and Ben and you can see the envy in them. You think that you also see love in his eyes for a second and it’s very possible that he is feeling some love. Who would meet Ben and not love him right away?

“Daddy!” Ben exclaims and since you’re better he squirms off of your lap and runs to Thor with his little arms held up.

Thor's face lights up instantly and he scoops his son into his arms before looking at you.

“Lunch is ready, but I was not sure how to operate your rice cooker?”

It's surreal, Thor asking about your rice cooker, but you look at Ben. “Wanna show your daddy how to get the rice out of the cooker, Benny?”

“Okay! Wes go, Daddy!” Ben pulls on Thor's left ear and Thor gives you one last parting glance before heading back down.

You sit in the bathroom for several minutes after they’ve gone. As you sit there, you can hear Thor asking Ben questions and Ben's adorable easy voice reply. Thor chuckles and it booms up the stairs and settles into your bones along with the gentle peal of Ben's replying giggle.

Swallowing hard you pack up the first aid kit and replace it under the sink before you stop to stare at yourself in the mirror. This is a good thing. Thor being back is what you’ve been wanting. You’d just wished for it a few hours ago. Ben needs his dad.

You look yourself over nervously, straightening your top and then pulling your gray shorts down before sighing as you accept the truth that Thor is not here for you. He’s here for Ben. At least, that’s what you tell yourself as you move back down the stairs to rejoin them, all the while ignoring the logic of the simple fact that until Ben had clung to Thor’s leg, he hadn’t known that he even had a son.

You lean against your tree with your arms crossed over your chest, watching Thor with Ben in the distance. Thor is down on his knees, his hands on Ben’s small shoulders as he talks to him for what feels like ages.

Ben too is so absorbed in whatever Thor is telling him that he doesn’t even look at you. All of a sudden Ben turns and runs, his golden portal appearing. He disappears for a split second and while you blink another golden portal forms behind Thor who turns to face it and Ben comes zooming out and into Thor’s arms.

Thor’s resonating laugh reaches you across the large expanse of the yard and Ben laughs with him. Though your heart is rapidly beating in panic, in fear, your boy and his dad are having a good time.

You watch Thor’s face carefully, looking for any sign of the fear that you feel in yourself but find none. He looks impressed and he pats Ben’s back several times before saying something again which makes Ben run towards a nearby tree and leap up onto a branch just over six feet high. He grabs onto it and climbs up and once again, your heart is pounding in your chest.

You’re used to Ben’s jumping but when you aren’t expecting it, it always shocks you. He’s so tiny. Just at three feet in height and yet he can jump more than double that. You’ve seen him jump clear over Steve’s head when they’ve played outside.

As you’re watching them you don’t realize that you’re clutching your chest as an ache grows steadily stronger and stronger.

Ben jumps down and races towards Thor at a stunning speed, but Thor catches him and swings him around chuckling at his son’s feats while you wallow in your anxiety.

You can see the clear understanding that Thor has for Ben and the ecstatic expression on Ben’s face tells you that he’d been yearning to share his gifts with someone who could understand them.

The relief you feel is comforting but also jagged and painful. Here’s the confirmation that you had never been enough for your boy. Yes, you loved him. Yes, he needed you and loved you. However, Ben had never been and will never be a normal boy. He’s different and special and you have been seriously lacking in your ability to provide him with the support he’s needed.

It makes you so happy to see them together, enjoying Ben’s strength and skills in a way that he’s never been able to with you and before you know it, you’re crying again. You quickly turn away from them, hating yourself for not being able to keep it together.

You’ve been so desperate, feeling so lost in Ben’s world. With Thor back, you’re happy to see that you were right. All he’d needed was his father and things would be okay for him.

You sit yourself down slowly, still facing away from them but only get down to your knees when you hear a rustle of quick small feet. “Mommy!”

Ben’s voice is laden with worry. How does he know?! He always knows when you’re feeling this way.

You quickly wipe at your cheeks and turn to him with a smile, but Thor is right behind him and your eyes meet his and for a moment you hate him. You give in to that hate and you give in to the pain that he’d left you with when he broke your heart and then the loneliness you’ve felt ever since you found out you were pregnant.

Yes, you’d had the Avengers and they were amazing and so kind to you, but Thor had been your partner. However short that time might have been, you’d needed him in those months of pregnancy, and you’d needed him even more after Ben was born and he’d been somewhere else in the universe. Away from you. Away from Ben. Away from where he should have been!

As he meets your eyes, he can see the agony in them. His own reflect that back briefly at you before his eyes fill with remorse and shame. He opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out as he slows to a stop a few feet away.

You hate him! You hate him so much! He left you and you were so terrified, and your boy needed him, and he left! You hate him.

Ben stops short of you as he watches your face and then follows your gaze. You’re so wrapped up in your past that you forget that your three-year-old is not normal in strength alone. He has a way of reading you that you realize he must actually get from Thor. Thor had a way before of looking at you and knowing that something wasn't right and fairly quickly he’d been able to decipher its cause.

Suddenly Ben shoots forward towards Thor and with a small grunt he kicks his shin. Thor’s eyes go slightly wide as he gasps and winces, curling down towards his right leg as he reaches towards the spot Ben had kicked.

Surprise replaces the hurt in your face as you look down at Thor’s leg and then up at his face to see that he’s in genuine pain.

“Torben Y/L/N!” You say sternly and Ben slowly turns back towards you, his face contorted into a small angry pout.

He doesn’t meet your eyes, knowing that tone of voice well and that it means he’s in trouble.

“I’m alright.” Thor says, the frantic worry in his voice clearly meant to assure you he’s okay and to try and deter you from chastising Ben. It might have worked if his voice wasn’t also heavy with a groan from the pain no doubt radiating from his shin.

"Ben, come here. What did we say about hitting?" You put your hands on his little shoulders as he reaches you and look into his eyes. "Your hits hurt more than anyone else's, remember?"

Ben pouts, fuming from watching you cry and knowing that it’s all his daddy’s fault. His hands are clenched into little fists as he stares into your own eyes, still seeing the hurt in them probably. How can he see so much? How are you supposed to be strong for him if he can see your pain?

"Daddy can take it." He argues, then shoots Thor a glare.

“Ben!” You chastise again but he’s not budging and as he looks at you, he pouts more.

“Daddy made Mommy cwy.” He argues.

It’s true. You can’t deny it and even if you try, Ben will see through you.

You sigh, exasperated and lean forward to rest your forehead against his little chest and his arms immediately embrace your head, tiny comforting hands shifting your hair as you chastise yourself for being overcome with your hurt and for letting it ruin the very beautiful time he’d been spending with Thor.

“I think it’s time to go inside.” You announce and pull your head up gently.

Ben’s little hands stroke your cheeks, wiping away the tear stains before wrapping his arms around your neck. It’s a few hours before dinner and nap time is imminent.

You lift your boy up and he settles his head against your left shoulder, pointedly looking away from Thor. As you rub his back, you feel him relax and know that he’ll be asleep in a few minutes. He’s already breathing more calmly.

You turn to look at Thor and find him looking shamed and apologetic still.

“I’m sorry.” You tell him then move towards the house.

Thor follows. “No. I-I deserved it.”

He’s actually limping a little. “Does it hurt a lot?”

“Yes.” Thor says with a chuckle. “And no.”

“I’m sorry.” You repeat.

“No. It is good to see that he is so protective over you. It reminds me of me with my mother when I was a bit older than Ben.” Thor smiles, and gives you a quick glance which makes the smile fade. “I am glad that he loves you so. Why were you crying?”

You look at Ben and hesitate because you don’t want him to overhear but his breathing is deeper which means he’s fast asleep already. You don’t know if you want to talk about this yet. This is much sooner than you’d anticipated. Maybe you’ll skip over the, I can’t believe you left me part of why you were crying.

“It’s an understatement to say that it’s been difficult raising Ben by myself. The guys at the compound, Nat, Steve, Sam and the rest help when they can. Tony gives us everything we need, and Steve has been so supportive and helpful, but I’ve been alone with him. With Ben. Day in and day out it's me and him.” Your eyes dart to Thor’s face and find him looking shamed and upset but you’re not going to stop now. He asked!

“If I’m honest, that’s been fine. I haven’t missed a man in the house, although technically I guess Steve has kind of stepped into that role. Ben spends more time with him than anyone else after me, but I’ve been okay raising him on my own. Most days I didn’t and don’t feel like I need someone here with us.”

Thor seems to read between the lines and his shoulders slump in sadness as his blue eyes meet and hold yours. “You mean to say that you did not feel that you needed me around.”

“No.” You agree. “I didn’t need you here. I haven’t needed you here and that was fine…most days.” You relent and sigh heavily.

Ben fidgets with your heavy breath and you rub his back again to soothe him.

“But sometimes there were days like today, the…the portal thing he did for you earlier, he did that for the first time today for me too. I’m not sure how long he’s been able to do it but on days like today…” Ugh! You don’t want to risk Ben hearing you even in his sleep. “Hold on, I need to put him to bed first.”

Thor hurries forward to open your front door for you. You move inside and he follows you up the stairs past the your bedroom on the left and the guest room on the right before you move to the second door on the left. Inside is Ben’s room.

There are toys everywhere, scattered along the floor along with books and a few broken crayons. Though it’s not visible right now because it's still light out and Ben's blinds and light blue curtains are open, there are tiny little lights covering the black ceiling of his room that in total darkness make it seem as if Ben is sleeping under a beautiful star strewn sky. Tony had installed them when he'd realized Ben’s obsession with space and he'd made you lay underneath them for almost an entire day.

You step around the mess expertly. When you reach his small bed, you keep your hand pressed against his back and with the other pull back the navy sheets, speckled with white dots to represent stars and a mish mash of planets at seemingly random patterns.

Thor rushes forward to help you, pulling the sheets back more as you lower Ben onto the bed and then step back as Thor pulls the covers almost up to Ben’s neck.

His large hands are very gentle and hesitant as they try and figure out just how to tuck him in. He blinks in confusion and you hurry forward to push his hands away.

“Ben gets hot sometimes. His temperature is hotter than a human’s. Like yours, I’m guessing.” You inform him in a hushed whisper. “So put the blanket just under his chest and that’s usually enough to keep him comfortable.”

Thor’s electrifying blues are focused on your hands as he watches you settle the blanket over Ben’s tiny body and then tuck it in at his sides before you lean down, and with a soft graceful pushback of the blonde hair on his forehead, you kiss his temple.

He shifts and sighs in his sleep, but he reaches over to grip your finger for a second then releases it and continues to sleep.

“Come on.” You wave to Thor.

As you move towards the door you bend over and pick up as many toys as quickly and quietly as you can then drop them into the black, blue, and red cubes by the chestnut shelf where they find home. You stop at the door and turn back to see Thor also picking up after him.

Your heart does a quick somersault and you shake your head, chasing the familiar feeling away. You’re not going to fall back in love with Thor.

He drops off the much larger number of toys and stuffed animals that he was able to pick up, thanks to his large arms, then moves out of the door as you slowly shut it, looking at Ben as long as you can.

As the door shuts and you turn to go downstairs, you find yourself pressed almost chest to chest with Thor as he’d also been eagerly staring in at Ben as you shut the door.

“Oh.” You mutter in surprise as Thor’s heat washes over your body in familiar waves.

You have vivid flashes of large, hot, calloused hands gripping your thighs tightly, as they pull gently, prying them apart. Those same hands run down the length of your bare back, erupting goosebumps along every inch of your skin. Soft burning kisses trail up along your throat. Your own hands gently stroke hard chest muscles as strong arms hold you close, squeezing you with love and affection.

Your neck suddenly begins to burn and your breathing hitches as you try and wipe the memories of making love with Thor from your mind. Having him so close so suddenly is confusing and you quickly move away from him, almost tripping over his large foot.

Swallowing hard you move down the hall and stairs then make your way back into the kitchen to clean up pans from lunch so that you can use them again for dinner.

Thor follows but he stops on the other side of the counter so that he can still watch you but give you space.

“So?” Thor prompts and you turn to him with wary eyes, afraid he’s going to ask about what just happened in the hallway. “You were saying about Ben’s portals?”

Wow, you’d completely forgotten that conversation was happening. “Right.”

“You were crying because Ben can make portals?” He asks.

“No. Not because he can make portals but because I’m not…I’m so normal. And Ben is so special. I’ve never seen him look so comfortable doing the things he can do. Watching you with him—I don’t know why you came back, Thor, but I’m glad you did. Ben has needed you for all the things that I can never do and all the things he gets from his Asgardian side. I don’t understand that part of him and he looked so happy to be sharing his gifts with you. That’s why I was crying.” You shrug with one shoulder, feeling vulnerable and exposed in a way that you haven’t felt since Thor then give him your back and go back to washing your dishes.

“I came back for you.” He says quietly.

The water flowing in the sink is so loud that you’re not sure you heard him correctly. You’re not sure you want to have heard him correctly. You reach to shut the water off and turn to look at him. You lean against the sink and hold the edge of the counter with both hands held at your sides.

“What did you say?” You ask, slightly irritated but calm.

“I-” He hesitates, observing the look in your eyes to see if it’s a good idea to repeat himself. His eyes suddenly burn as he narrows his brow giving you no chance to catch your breath as you process the intensity in his gaze and before he even repeats himself, you know you’d heard him correctly. “I said I came back for you.”

“Why?” You give him no chance to think.

“Why?!” His eyes soften and his forehead relaxes as his eyebrows shoot upwards. “Because I missed you, as I said before.”

“Thor…” You begin, hating the pleading look in his eyes.

“I…I know that I made many mistakes.” Thor suddenly cuts you off and he quickly begins to round the counter towards you. “It seems there were even more mistakes than I ever knew. I did not expect to come here and find you with our son. I am sorry that I left you alone in that. But I have never stopped, not even for a single day, loving you.”

His words hurt but you don’t interrupt and instead watch him with that same pained look from the yard. It might be better to let him say his piece.

“This is not the situation I expected to find myself walking into when I returned but I do not lie when I tell you that I am happier than I ever thought I could be.” Thor gushes and finally rounds the counter to your side.

He moves towards you and you don’t move, waiting for him to finish whatever it is he wants to say. As he reaches you, he takes hold of your left hand first and then your right and his touch is so searing that you must be on fire for it to hurt this much. With your breathing slightly labored, you keep your eyes trained on his, reading the surprised glee on his face as he smiles softly down at you.

“We have a son.” Thor says, ecstatic. “It was a surprise but one that I welcome gladly. Now, perhaps, we might…we could be a family?”

He raises his eyebrows again, dropping his deep voice even lower as he leans in towards you, engulfing you once more with the heat radiating off of his body.

“Can we?” You ask him. “Do you really think it’s that easy?”

How can he be this cocky?

His smile falters but he reinforces it and lets his hands travel upwards towards your shoulders. It hurts so much for him to touch you. Can’t he see that?

“I know it will take some time for us to be as we were. But we have a son. He’s perfect and you are perfect and-”

“I’m perfect?” You ask him, your voice calm but still full of the toxic sludge of your deep-seated pain. “Now I’m perfect? Until I bore you again, right?”

“What-?” Thor’s smile finally disappears as he focuses harder and reads your mood.

“I made you weary before, didn’t I? We had fun but you got bored. That’s what you told me. And you expect me to believe you now when you tell me that you love me when before you made it very clear that you’d lied to me the entire time we were together?”

“No!” Thor hurries, gripping you harder in the shoulders and pulling you closer. “No, I did not mean what I said then. I said it for your benefit so-”

“My benefit? So, you did me a favor by leaving me? You breaking my heart like all the other guys that came before you was for my own good? Is that what you’re saying? And yours was worse because you played me for a fool Thor, you made me believe that you wanted me, that you loved me when the entire time it was all a game?”

“Y/N, please-”

“Am I just a toy to you? Some plaything you can pick up whenever you want and drop whenever you don’t?”

“No.” He says, his voice strangled as his hands slide up along your neck to rest on the sides of your face, cradling you close like he used to. “No, that is not what you are.”

“I know that you didn’t know about Ben but what were you expecting Thor? Did you think that you could just come back, and we could go back to the day before you tore my heart out from my chest? Did you expect me to be sitting here for four years waiting for you to come back?” You gasp, finally giving into the stabbing grief of his abandonment. “I know that four years is like the blink of an eye to you but for humans it’s a really long time. I’ve moved on, Thor. You haven’t been the man in my life for four years.”

Thor’s hands slowly slide back down the sides of your neck as he processes the words that you’re saying. When he realizes that you’re telling him that you’ve been with other men, he drops his hands altogether and takes a half a step back before turning to lean back against the counter, his shoulders slumped and his head hanging.

“You told me you didn’t love me, Thor.”

“Who?” Thor asks, his voice somber and defeated.

“Who what?”

“Who were you with?”

“Does that really matter right now? It’s not going to change anything for you to know who I’ve been with.”

“Who?” He asks, more sternly.

“Eddie. Eddie was very supportive during my pregnancy. He was with me from the very beginning until Ben was born and a few months after.” You don’t owe him an explanation but if he can understand that you’ve lived your life with him away, then maybe he’ll stop trying to make things happen again?

It hurts too much for him to keep trying.

“Eddie…” He repeats the name, scoffing lightly before he glances at you nervously then looks down at his feet. “Did you and he…? Did you two-?”

It takes you a few seconds to understand what he’s asking but you nod. “It took a while but yes, Thor. Eddie and I were together for almost a year. Yes. I slept with him. Not that that’s any of your business. You left me, remember?”

“Was he the only one?” Thor asks, his voice strained and weak.

You scoff at his question, hating the audacity that he seems to have to ask you these questions like they are any of his business. “No. Thor, he isn’t the only man I’ve slept with since you left me. Thor! Where are you going?”

Thor’s already moving down the length of your kitchen, through the dining room and opening the front door.

“Thor!”

He shuts your door firmly but doesn’t slam it and you’re thankful for at least that because overhead, Ben is blissfully unaware of just how complicated the relationship his parents share is.

Thor isn’t exactly sure what do with himself or where he’s going exactly. He knows that he needs some space. He’s angry. Angrier than he’s been in a long time.

The thing that hurts the most is that he’s angry with himself because all of this, you being touched by other men, being loved by other men, you loving other men is all his fault. He knows it is. He was the moron that left you here for other men to love you and touch you and he made sure that you were in no doubt of how much he didn’t care even if it was a lie.

He stops halfway down the overgrown trail that leads to the compound, shoulders heaving, nostrils flared, and his large hands balled into fists the size of cannonballs. He turns to look back at your house, fighting the urge to go back and make you his by force because he wants you. But he can’t have you. He knows he can’t. If it’s true. If you’ve moved on and you no longer love him, what chance does he have?

He made it clear! He did! He’s the idiot that made sure you thought he didn’t and never loved you. Then he left you. Why can’t he stop thinking about how this is all his fault and he did this to himself and to you and he lost out on the first years with his son. You must have been beautiful with your belly swollen with his child. Glowing and gorgeous and the pinnacle of perfection and that other moron, Eddie had been the one to see you and love you and touch your stomach when Ben kicked for the first time.

He had been there to deal with your cravings and to help you sit and stand and to massage your swollen feet when the day was too long and hard.

“You moron!” Thor shouts, shaking the trees with his booming timber, and making chirping birds take flight.

Eddie had looked at your glorious form, bare and exposed. He’d touched your shoulders, caressed your breasts, kissed your neck, and lain on top of you. You, so small and exquisite, so unbearably iridescent when you shine with love had been under another man’s sweating body. Thor shuts his eyes against the image but it’s in his head. There is no escaping it and his anger mounts.

The caustic anger turns him and pulls his arm forward towards the large trunk of a tree and Thor’s fist breaks it in half. Wood splinters fly out in every direction before a loud creak precedes the large innocent fall on its side with an irritating hiss of leaves on the ground. The suddenly empty spot allows a ring of sunlight to seep into the shadowed spot and Thor focuses on the light as he fights image after image of you in someone else’s arms.

You are right. You are right about many things but one. These four years for Thor have been the longest in his existence. Every day away from you felt like an eternity. Every day he fought the urge to return to you, to fall to his knees and beg for forgiveness. Now he realizes that had he given in that first day he would have been here to salvage the love the two of you had cultivated in those three, blissfully life-altering weeks. Three weeks that feel now like a distant dream in the wake of this horrid nightmare where you no longer love him. You no longer want him. He’s pushed you away and now the only reason you are allowing him into any portion of your life is for the sake of Ben, for his son.

“Ben…” Thor sighs, agonized over the three years of lost time.

He’d missed his first steps, his first words, he’d missed everything.

The thought of his son drives the terrible images from Thor’s head, and he uses the opportunity to get away from the scene of his outburst. Moving slowly, with his shoulders slumped and his head hanging, he heads back to the compound focusing on the thought of his son.

He makes it inside drawing minimal gazes if only because the halls are so barren. He takes the stairs, moving sluggishly and finds his way to the third floor common room. “Hello, is anyone here?”

“Thor?” Steve’s even tone greets in shock.

“Captain Rogers.” Thor gives his friend a small sad smile, trying to see the happiness in this reunion but only feeling it superficially. “Steve, it is so good to see you again, my friend.”

Steve gets up from his seat and after a brief concerned look, he gives Thor a brief hug. “We weren’t expecting you. It’s good to see you.”

“I was not expecting to return. I found my way here without meaning to make the trip.” It’s true.

Thor had woken up today and had no kind of plan to come back but suddenly you’d popped into his head and he’d reacted to the thought instinctively and found his way home.

He follows Steve back to the kitchen island and stands beside him as Steve sits in his stool in front of which is a pile of reports he’s clearly been filling out.

“Are you um…back for good?” Steve wonders and Thor is not even remotely aware of the strange awkwardness in Steve’s demeanor.

Still lost in his regrets and sorrow, Thor nods, still smiling sadly. “I have a mind to stay.”

“Oh.” Steve reaches for his pen and fiddles with it for a second before putting it down to shift in his seat and face Thor. “Does…have you seen Y/N?”

“I went to her old house first, but it was no longer there. Just an empty lot.” Thor sighs.

“Yeah. They demolished about two years ago. The thing was condemned just before Tony had her move here to that bungalow he’d built for her. He’s actually thinking about building a few of them to offer to agents with families. It’s a good idea, I think. For us too.” Steve says conversationally.

“Yes, I saw it. It is a nice home for Y/N and Ben.”

“Oh, so…you know?” Steve says, realizing that Thor must be depressed from already having been with you.

“Yes. I have been here for several hours. I met my son, Ben.” Thor suddenly smiles more brightly and looks at Steve with weak pride if only because he’s still reeling from the thought of you with other men. “He is astonishing. An amazing boy.”

“Yeah, he’s really great. Very funny kid. He reminds us all of you a lot. Y/N too. She says it all the time. Then she kind of gets sad. Always brings up the three week thing.”

Thor’s smile fades and he sighs heavily looking away from Steve to lean both elbows on the counter, hunching forward over it as he tries to fight the dark pull of his regrets again.

“Yes. I…I talked to her.”

“How did it go?” Steve asks carefully.

“About as well as it could have when the man that left her makes a passionate speech about how he still loves her and has a desire to be a family. She turned me down.” Thor hangs his head more, lifting his hands to bury his face in them.

“I’m so sorry, Thor. It has been a really long time though.” Steve says softly. “She’s had a hard couple of years. Raising Ben and doing it alone? It hasn’t been easy.”

“Oh, I know that she has not been alone. She has told me of her other suitors. She told me of the other men who she has been with and I have only myself to blame.”

“S-So she told you about us?” Steve asks and for a moment Thor doesn’t process his words.

Thor blinks into his hands before slowly lifting his face away from their shield and very slowly, as Steve’s words begin to sink in, Thor turns to look at him with desperate eyes. At fist the desperation is pleading, wishing and hoping that he misheard his friend. Then the desperation shifts into anger and Thor’s brow furrows with rage.

“What?”

“She didn’t-?” Steve shakes his head, his body tensing as he eyes the fury in Thor’s face. “Oh, God. Thor, look, it’s not what you-It happened once about a year and a half ago.”

Thor lunges at Steve, grabbing the neck of his shirt a he shoves him back until he can pin him against the large black pillar that separates the kitchen from the sitting area. The walls quiver from the impact and the ceiling creaks as Thor slams Steve hard with veiny fists threatening to choke Steve’s neck.

“Thor, Thor, wait!” Steve begs, desperate to calm the Asgardian.

“You…you and…you touched her?” Thor asks, spitting and glaring as he shake Steve once.

His eyes flash blue and his hands begin to spark making Steve more nervous.

“Yes, but Thor I-I’m sorry.” Steve gives in reaching up to grab Thor’s fist with his left hand but then winces as Thor’s electricity shocks him. “I’m sorry.”

Almost as quickly as Thor’s anger appeared it falls away leaving pure agony in Thor’s blue eyes as he stares into Steve’s own storm blues. His electricity fades with his rage and Thor’s hand loosen slightly and he slowly lowers Steve back to the ground, not realizing in the heat of the moment that he’d lifted him.

This is all his fault. Thor did this. He knows he did. He’d pushed you away into Eddie’s arms. Into Steve’s arms. Thor lets go fully as his face contorts with sorrow very near tears. He turns away from his friend, his comrade, with a pained look of revulsion for not only the images flashing in his head of Steve holding you in ways that only he should have ever held you but also the part that he played in causing this.

Both of them are breathing heavily but as Thor moves away to get as far away from Steve as possible, Steve follows a few steps.

“Thor, wait.”

Thor stops.

“I-She and I didn’t plan for it to happen. I’ve been alone for a very long time and I was feeling down. Eddie had left her about six months back and when Ben broke her arm-”

“Ben broke her arm?” Thor asks, looking back at Steve with sudden concern and worry over this injury that has obviously been healed for a long time. He suddenly has the urge to go check on you.

“Yeah, she didn’t tell you?”

“We…we didn’t talk for long.” Thor explains, back to feeling depressed and broken and tired after that second burst of anger.

“Ben was strong even before he was born. He broke her ribs a couple times before he was even six months. Broke her fingers a few times too when he was a few months old. When he was one, he threw a tantrum and that’s when he broke her arm. She needed help taking care of him and since I’m a little more resilient than the rest of the team I volunteered to help her out.

“A few months after Eddie moved to the English branch of S.H.I.E.L.D.-we were just both in the wrong place at the wrong time, Thor. She was really broken up about you and about Eddie leaving and worried about Ben, and I was lonely. We both just wanted to feel something other than miserable. It only happened once, and we knew that it couldn’t happen again.” Steve sighs, holding out his arms as if in surrender. “I swear to you, Thor. There’s nothing going on between Y/N and me.”

That explanation, although it gives the night in question context, doesn’t exactly make it any better. The fact of the matter is, if Thor had been here then you’d have had no reason to be depressed about Eddie and you would not have spent so much time alone with Steve because he would have been there to help you out.

“So, you are not in love with Y/N?” Thor asks, desperate for any sort of good news.

“No, Thor. I’m not. I mean, I do love her, but not like that.”

Steve’s assurance gives Thor’s heart a little peace. He moves over to the nearest sofa, a beige almost orange cushioned chair in front of the coffee table with a chessboard and collapses into it.

Steve follows and grabs the back of the larger sofa with both hands as he leans forward, looking Thor over. “What are you thinking?”

“I do not know. I have a son.” He looks at Steve and smiles at him briefly, still kind of hating his guts. “Y/N and I share a son. And he is the most incredible boy I have ever met.”

Steve smiles in return. “He’s something else. Are you-You’re not going to leave again, are you? He needs you, Thor.”

“No. I am not leaving again. I will never leave them again.” He swears, leaning forward, elbows on knees.

He looks down at the floor and his agony returns, painting a grimace across his handsome face. “I still love her, Steve. I never stopped. And I’ve lost her.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” Steve argues, smiling still.

“What do you mean? She has told me with her own lips that she has moved on.” Thor gestures with his right arm, sweeping it as if he’s laying out a plan for Steve to see.

“Y/N is complicated, Thor. She hates you.”

“Right, thanks.” Thor rolls his eyes.

“No, I mean, she hates you because she loves you, Thor. She’s angry at you. She still believes those things you told her four years ago. We were all there and you said some pretty harsh things to her.”

“Yes, I am aware of just how much of a moron I was, thank you.” Thor gripes.

“There is a very thin line between love and hate. She’s never forgotten you, Thor. She’s going to fight it like hell. You hurt her. You broken her. The first few months after you left, she didn’t come into work, she stopped eating, was hardly sleeping. The only reason she snapped out of it was because Tony showed up and gave her an earful when he realized she was pregnant. He’d gone to check on her at that hole of a house she’d been living in and when she answered the door, Tony saw what condition she was in and he got her in here fast.

“I wasn’t here but Wanda and Bruce told me that everything changed after she heard Ben’s heartbeat. She had a reason to live again. And even when she was dating Eddie, she was really just thinking about you. She’d considered naming the baby Thor.”

Thor smiles but he’s also hating himself more with these new images of you in his head.

“I walked in on her a few times talking to Ben in her stomach and sometimes she would cry and tell him how much she loved you and missed you. It was hard to watch. You fucked up, Thor.”

“I know that!” Thor gets to his feet, angry again but only at himself. He veers away from his seat and away from Steve. “But I do not know how to fix it.”

“You can’t. What happened, happened. If you want her, Thor, you’re going to have to appeal to the woman she is now, not the woman she was back then. She’s different. She’s had a baby. She’s been in other relationships. She’s struggled and fought tooth and nail to raise Ben with love for you even though it must have been hard for her to watch video after video of you.”

“How do I do that?” Thor begs.

“I don’t know. That’s something you’re going to have to figure out.” Steve finishes leaving Thor with a budding determination to win back your love.

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MICKEY MEETS FC BAYERN (PART 1/4)

for the entire houston clownery experience click here

psa: excuse my face and the pic qualities. up until this happened i haven’t really taken pictures of myself (less than 10 in the past two years for family and work purposes and NEVER selfies) and when you meet people you’ve only seen on TV in a very unexpected circumstance, then don’t expect your brain and motor functions to work 100%.

okay. i posted part 1 of this a few days ago but i’m gonna redo it again to flush out the details. before i start, know that i arrived in houston wednesday afternoon. my original flight back home was scheduled sunday after the game (i booked my flight and lodgings months before like a good binch) but since bayern clowned again and announced the full detailed schedule really late, and put ALL the major fan stuff on SUNDAY, i grudgingly rebooked and extended one more day. how much that one extra day cost me will haunt me for a while but hey, it was more than worth it! of course, i didn’t know it would work out like that at first...

the hotel reception was around 6:30-7 pm on friday so we went there a few hours earlier to get good spots. met up with The Niko Thirst Gang (big shoutout to @screamingoranges, @saquonbrkley, and @simplyirenic! it was great meeting y’all hope we could do it again sometime) and waited patiently in the houston heat and humidity outside the hotel. finally the team bus arrived and got my shirt signed by boa, fiete, benji, leon, and thomas! made a post about it here and i also have the full reception video if y’all wanna see!

but being the greedy thirsty binch that i am, i wasn’t satisfied at all. thiago and niko weren’t there. the coaching staff were the first to go down and hansi flick, dr. broich, and even Witch Doctor™ müller-wohlfahrt were there, but NOT niko. after the bus left and all the other entourage cars were off, i was about to rage outside the hotel bc i was really banking on seeing niko that day and taking a pic with him there (my blood pressure had been raging for 4 hours and then to be let down just like t h a t...). apparently he and thiago went straight to nrg stadium from the airport for a press conference. and guess what? NRG STADIUM WAS JUST DOWN THE ROAD FROM MY PLACE 💀💀💀

anyway, come saturday and it was game day! i was so pumped since my seat was five rows behind the bayern bench! y’all know what that means: unlimited firsthand access to peak drama!!! i also had this huge ass sign asking for niko’s bottle sdhfsdjfh. the game was great (bc we beat madridies and it was just really exciting all the way) and i saw stuff that we normally don’t get from TV (e.g. ALL the angry niko antics, leon changing into his kit on the bench, etc.) at one point niko finally looked at my direction while drinking from his bottle and i’m pretty sure he saw my sign but he just kept on drinking sultrily from that goddamn bottle sjadhksfksdfdk i hate him!!!!!!!

after the game i was feeling pretty let down and desperate bc i know sunday was the team’s last full day in houston and i didn’t want my extension to be for nothing. the practice session and paulaner bbq were invite-only events (ugh) and the mall meet-and-greets won’t have niko or everyone else in them. so i set my alarm, went to bed, and decided to try my luck by randomly going to the hotel again to see if i can get something. i had no idea if it was gonna work or not. it was a shot in the freaking dark.

sunday morning. 8:30 am. i went out armed with a sharpie, my cardboarded jersey, a pack of gum, and two bottles of water.

my uber drove me to the hotel entrance and i even got the whole five star welcome sjdhfsjdfbjkds

hotel staff: ”hi! welcome to the post oak hotel!”

me: “oh lmao i’m not actually a customer i’m just here to see if the team’s still here. have they left for practice yet?”

hotel staff: “oh no problem at all. they’re still here they just finished breakfast i think”

me: “oh cool i’ll just wait here then”

hotel staff and some guy in a bayern audi fcb tour polo shirt: “it’s so hot here, though. don’t you want to wait inside?”

me:

me: “............i can do that? am i allowed in?”

bayern guy: *shrugs* yeah sure. i’ve seen you around before anyway (nice guy talk for: i know ur stalking them lmao)

just like that.

i’m in. i made it.

u n s u p e r v i s e d. totally no barriers whatsoever. with full blast A/C too!

cue happy lil me, relieved to be out of the houston heat, entering the hotel and chilling in their nice plushy seats. (if y’all have cash to burn, it looks like a real good hotel too if you get to houston sometime). i kept on looking over my shoulder bc i still can’t believe they just let me in like t h a t. i tried to make myself look as harmless and innocent as possible and saw some of the training staff milling around and chatting in german (for a moment i thought i was back in munich it was so surreal). at some point, a very sleepy and very casual javi martinez in slides came up to the reception and i nearly passed out. he looked over at me and i waved and said hi and raised my shirt (signal if he wants to sign). he shook his head no and gestured to reception and i was like “oh sure no problem!” (i was trying not to freak out even if i was sad ok)

i’ve been trying to kill time by screaming here on tumblr until about 10-15 minutes later i heard the huge ass team bus pull up out front. a few moments after that, it all started.

i saw the kitmen carrying stuff to the bus and greeted them “guten morgen!” they were so cheery lmao (idk if it’s bc they just had breakfast or bc i greeted them in german). then i saw dr. broich and hansi flick come out in their training gear (both looking hella tanned sfnsjfjsdfn) and greeted them both again. dr. broich waved, said hi, and went straight to the bus but i was able to flag hansi down for an autograph. in my excitement (he was my first catch of the day!) i forgot to ask for a pic ugh but oh well

me: “thanks hansi! and welcome to bayern!”

hansi: *handing me back my shirt and trying (and failing) to put my sharpie back in its cap* “oh, thanks so much!”

after hansi went on his merry way, i saw dieter nickles (the press conference guy) and asked him for a picture and autograph too.

me: “hi dieter! can i please have a photo and an autograph?”

dieter: “are you sure? i’m not a player...”

me: “haha i know but if it’s all the same to you...”

he seemed pretty chuffed that i knew him and happily signed and took pictures (score #2!)

that was it for a while (they were the early birds) until giovane elber himself came out. i freaked (i love him) and tried to keep my voice from shaking when i asked him for the standard photo and autograph. in my haste, the first was pretty blurry and against the light but giovane, angel that he is, was like “oh no that’s bad. let’s try again” and maneuvered me to another angle. success! i luff u, giovane ;__;

then The Voice of the Allianz Arena himself came out. i semi-shouted “stephan!” and startled him that he nearly dropped his coffee snbfsdbfsdfsb. while he was signing my shirt, i asked him if he could give me a lil soundbite and HE DID! he sounds exactly the same as he does on TV during games omfg

the younglings started to come out too. i missed a few of them because they went out in a group so i was only able to flag down sarpreet and ron. oh well! they cute af! go bayern babies! grow up and save us from clownery!!!!!!

(ignore the pen in my mouth i was multitasking lmao)

after that, the ground started to shake (just kidding) bc Big Uncle Nik was there! after i got his autograph (a very simple N.S. lmaooo) , we tried to take a picture. i say “tried,” because i’m 5′3 (and 1/2....on a good day) and he’s built like a fuckin skyscraper. in the end, since he was so nice and realized it was hopeless, he bent down to my level so we could both fit in the frame sdhfbsdjfsbdfjd COME ON SÜLEEEEE

then Pure Angel Baby Fiete came out! i already got his autograph and had a pic with him in the hotel reception, but hey, one more can’t hurt! lemme tell y’all: he looks like an angel, and IS an angel. he’s always so game for photos and even said thank you after we took the pic and i’m like “um???? no, thank YOU!!!” he laughed and i cried lmaooo

also, javi finally showed up again. i raised my pen and phone and he was like “oh sure! yeah!” my brain was fried from Beautiful Athlete Overload that i forgot NOT to take a pic from that cursed angle. javi looked like he was in a hurry though so i didn’t even try to ask for a better pic. oh well, at least here he looks like he came down from heaven (he really looked like he did huehue)

(tumblr has this stupid 10 photo per post limit thing so stay tuned for more pics in part 2!)

#i finally got these out LMAOOO i'm still shaking and heaving!!!!!! #fc bayern #bayern munich #javi martinez #niklas süle #fcb #*my crappy shit #mickey meets fcb #hansi flick #dieter nickles #giovane elber #stephan lehmann #sarpreet singh #ron thorben hoffman #jann fiete arp #sorry for typos and everything i tried to do this as i recalled it before i forgot the deets lmaooo #they were all so nice tho ;__; #and i didn't get arrested! #that's such a surprise for me shdnfbrnmsdbfrmsd #ANYWAY STAY TUNED (i gotta let all these out)

[angioponder]

Maid Wars: Hott Butts, Cold Maids (2/9)

Fandom: VIXX & BTS (Multi-fandom with BTOB & B1A4 Ensemble)

Genre/Warnings: humor, crack, fluff Word count: 2492w

author’s note:  also on AO3 | follow the story #maid wars au finally posting the collab with @thinking_toes (twt) and i! so this has been two years in the making. we were just talking in the kitchen about this shit and it was so entertaining that we decided to take notes and… welp here we are. this was a JOURNEY. we hope you enjoy reading this multi-fandom kpop fic as much as we enjoyed building this world. happy reading~

Summary: Taehyung heard from his friend, Jimin, that they were hiring and he REALLY needed a job.

Walking down the small alleyway, folder clutched tightly in one hand, a waxy hand-drawn map from Jimin in the other, Taehyung made his way into the tiny shop with hopes of working soon. He hadn’t noticed it before, though he had walked through this area many times while visiting his favorite toy shop. It was sandwiched between the back of a laundromat and what looked to be an abandoned figurine store. Taehyung took a deep breath and choked slightly on the smell. Why was a coffee shop allowed to throw their trash out the front? He supposed it was part of the charm. The peeling paint, the claustrophobic tightness of the street, the sudden quietness from the bustling, well-populated streets. Like a river rock that looks boring and simple, but when you open it there are gems on the inside, colorful and shiny. He opened the door carefully and poked his head in. The inside did not reveal a hidden gem like you might find from a river rock. The walls were bare of any color, wallpaper having torn in some places. It felt slightly cold, with the somber buzzing of some overhead fans. It was different from what Jimin had described, but Taehyung thought the somber chic theme could work. He found it especially odd that customers walked right into the kitchen. He scanned the room quickly until his eyes landed on a tall, silver-haired man who was standing there with a stoic and serious expression on his side-profile.

“So hot,” Taehyung whispered to himself. The man turned sharply to look at him, his stony face melting away into utter confusion before returning to his previous appearance.

“Get in here,” hot guy said, voice rich like hot chocolate. “And use the front door next time, will you?”

“Front door? Wait, what? Me?” Blubbering mess he was, he did as he was told and did nothing else, frozen from intimidation. Hot guy raised his eyebrow at him.

“Well? What are you standing around for? You want something to eat or what?”

Taehyung, unable to speak, ungracefully shoved the sweaty folder towards the gorgeous man. He took the stained folder gingerly and didn’t make any indications that he was going to open it.

“Uh.” Hot guy’s shoulders turned rigid, eyebrows furrowing even deeper and ears growing redder by the second. Taehyung squeezed his eyes shut in fear and figured he needed to blurt out something, anything because he thought the man in front of him was going to explode in anger.

“I-um-wantoworkhere-ifthat’sok?”

There was no reply. Taehyung hesitantly opened one of his eyes to peek and see if he made things worse but on the contrary. He was met with widened eyes that looked, despite hard furrowed eyebrows, soft? And all the redness Taehyung saw from earlier was looking to be very concentrated on smooth cheeks. Was hot-serious guy…blushing?

“Oh! Oh, thank goodness you’re not a customer. Oh, that was close.” He gave a relieved sigh and cupped his own face with one of his hands. “Yeah, yeah sure. I’ll ask the boss. Why don’t you take a seat?” He motioned towards the front of the house, with tables for customers, and walked away with Taehyung’s hopes for the new PS4 pinched between his fingers.

Puzzled by the sudden change in behavior, Taehyung rapidly shook his head back and forth. He couldn’t ponder the subject for very long anyway since he was arrested by a great view of the ass attached to the man disappearing into another room.

“Working here would be my best idea yet,” Taehyung whispered to himself.

He almost immediately took it back when said boss came out of the kitchen with the most sour looking face he’d ever seen anyone wear. Except for his mom’s kitten when it was bath time. He was tall, brooding and extremely intimidating so when he first spoke, Taehyung was very surprised by the feathery sweetness in his voice when he said:

“I’m the owner, Taekwoon. When can you start?”

“U-um…Now?”

“Good. This is Ravi, our manager. He will train you. Taehyung, right?”

“Yessir”

“Go change. Ravi will take care of you.”

He looked over and saw hot-mentor-guy Ravi smiling gently at him. Yup, best decision ever. If all the guys looked like that here, summer would definitely be worth it. As Taehyung followed his new hot-ass mentor to the lockers, he vaguely wondered where Jimin was.

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Yoongi comes in a little late for his shift, with sleepy eyes and the signs of a pillow on his soft mint green hair. He stops short when he sees a new guy. He is dressed in the uniform, with crisp black slacks, a tucked white ruffle shirt and a black tie, but Yoongi is sure he has never seen someone this smiley in this shop before. Maybe only that time Wonshik smacked the cup of tea in front of his first actual customer so hard he actually spilled half of the drink and apologized profusely to the customer. She was quite gracious about it, and he gave her a charming smile, which immediately made her leave and never come back. She’d been a regular customer too. But then again, charm is not what their customers are looking for. In many ways, his job suited him perfectly, when he had no charms to speak of and he could get paid to be bitchy in customer service.

The Golden Boys are nowhere to be seen, so he assumes carpooling to work now means they stop for food at every single convenience store on the way there, nevermind that they work at a place that makes food. Yoongi does, however, go to the lockers to change into his work uniform and finds that the new guy is following him. Yoongi makes his taciturn introduction with a frown and a small nod before turning back to get ready.

“Hi, I’m Taehyung! You work here too?” Yoongi just stares, still too sleepy to attempt human interaction, but it doesn’t seem to matter, because Taehyung chatters happily away. “Anyway, I’m so excited, I only started working today. I’m so scared of messing up…the boss looks so scary.” Yoongi snorts and Taehyung finally stops to look at him. “What did you say your name was?”

“Yoongi. My maid name is Suga, though, so don’t call me by my real name while I’m on the clock.”

“OOOOH, do I get a maid name too? Ravi never told me about that.”

“Ravi is Wonshik’s maid name. We all have one, except for the boss. Jungkook, Kookie. Sanghyuk, Hyuk. They’re the Golden Boys. Don’t go near them.” It was great advice, except Taehyung was deep in thought, trying to come up with his maid name.

“I guess I can just be V, like the guy from that graphic novel…do you know it, Yoongi?”

“That’s lame.”

“You’re right. I should give it a cuter meaning. Oh! Maybe V because of how adorable I look when I do this.” Taehyung holds up his hands doing peace signs and puffs his cheeks like a squirrel.

Yoongi doesn’t react to him but manages a slow, sleepy blink.

“Let's go, V. We can snag something from the kitchen before we open if we sneak now that Taek is busy.”

“Kay!”

As the new kid skips happily away, Yoongi wonders how this guy even got hired. Just. How.

————-　❈　————-

“I don’t understand, Yoongi,” Taehyung pouted at him, fiddling with the ruffled ends of his dress shirt. “The customers didn’t seem to like my wiggly butt dances.”

Wonshik stopped typing up orders on the digital monitor to guardedly raise his hand in the air. “I kinda liked them.” At the same time, he wonders if he forgot to mention something to the kid…ah, it will come back.

“Ditto. And keep doing that nose thing,” Sanghyuk smirked at Jungkook. “I could sense Hongbin’s puny little hands scrunching in sync when you do. An impressive skill, that,” he chortled.

Taehyung leaned over to Yoongi and asked who Hongbin was. He answered by shaking his head, to which Taehyung mouthed he’s dead?! but it went unseen by the rest, so he left it at that, not wanting to disturb the peace of the deceased.

“We could use it for The Operation. Shit’s gold,” Jungkook said wagging his eyes in Sanghyuk’s direction as he passed carrying five trays of dishes effortlessly out of the kitchen.

“What nose thing?” Taehyung’s face wrinkled in confusion.

“That. Stop that.”

“Nonsense, Yoongi! It’s an asset we need!” Sanghyuk followed quickly after Jungkook with his own multiple trays of beverages.

Everyone was too loud. The sheer increase in volume in the kitchen from all the yelling back and forth was getting on Yoongi’s nerves. Before he could lose it, he went back to stuffing some warm bread into a basket for his table but then remembered being annoyed was actually a good state to be in as a server here.

“But, but Jimin told me the customers would love it. I even tried shooting hearts out of my armpits for comedic effect. See?” Yoongi looked at him, unimpressed, as Taehyung recreated his cute shenanigans.

“What a winner, this one,” he mumbled sarcastically under his breath pointing his thumb in Taehyung’s direction. “Did you train the new guy at all, Wonshik?”

“I am your manag —,”

“And who’s Jimin?” Yoongi interrupted Wonshik’s burst of fragile confidence and glanced pointedly at Taehyung.  

“Your baker?” Taehyung pulled out his phone to show Yoongi his screensaver. He glanced over casually to humor the new kid and did a double-take. “You know, pale skin, rose gold hair, he’s about yea high, got thighs that’ll crush the sides of your hea—”

At that, Yoongi slapped his hand first over Taehyung’s screen, then over Taehyung’s face, pursing his lips with wide eyes, before briskly walking off looking faintly alarmed. As he disappeared towards the front of house, Wonshik came over and looked to satiate his curiosity only to come across Taehyung’s semi-naked BFF on the screen, which only generated more confusion since it had always been Taekwoon handling the food for the most part.

“This Jimin guy definitely doesn’t work here,” Wonshik says nonchalantly, clearly unaffected. “If he’s at a maid cafe too, then he’s probably at Hakyeon’s Little Kawaii Service Cafe across the street.”

Taehyung’s eyes bulged out dramatically at the realization that he just might have applied for work at the wrong place. It made sense. The dull decor. The outfits. The blank faces. Jimin was going think he bailed out on their Summer Adventure Together. Oh, Jimin. No wonder he hadn’t seen him at all. He would have to tell him about it later over the phone and beg to be forgiven. Taehyung stared at Wonshik and thought of all the hot men that he currently worked with. Surely there was no harm in staying. He’d still get paid no matter where he was. Jimin would forgive him, especially if he could see what his co-workers looked like. With his phone still out, he snapped a quick picture of Wonshik. Wonshik opened his mouth to protest, but Taehyung blurted out it’s my life insurance, and quickly scurried away to the opposite, safe, end of the kitchen to send the picture to Jimin, along with his apology essay.

Amidst Taehyung’s confusing statement, Wonshik eyed him suspiciously with the intention to pursue and question him when someone entered the kitchen.

“Hey, Wonshik.” The greeting came from a deep-voiced beauty walking towards them. The subtle drift from the window blew his dark locks away from his perfectly structured face. His skin shone lightly, like a woman on those skin care commercials, and Taehyung could swear his warm gaze was melting the butter off the croissants he was supposed to be serving right now. He moved in slow motion, and Taehyung’s heart skipped a beat, time slowing down so he could take in every detail of this hunkofaman.

Wonshik was taken by surprise by the sudden entrance, so all he could manage was a raspy, "hey, Hongbin," before the gorgeous supermodel turned to him with a tilted head.

Taehyung looked back and forth between Wonshik and Hongbin, noting that his manager too looked absolutely dazed.

“Oh,” Taehyung said in awe. “You’re Hongbin. I get it now. You died and came back to save me. Like Gandalf.”

Before Hongbin could respond, there was another quick sound of a phone camera shutter.

————-　❈　————- 

“Taetae! I thought you were planning to come hand in your application today! I told you I’ve already put in a good word for you, so don’t fret so much about the interview. Our Summer Adventure Together awaits! The PS4 is going to be farther out of reach the more you wait, you know?”

“Jimin, listen, don’t be mad…but I got hired at the cafe right across the street from you instead.” There was a gasp. “J-Jimin? You there?” There was a beat of silence.

“You traitor! You left me!”

“No-no, it was an honest mistake!”

“Deserted and abandoned by my best friend!”

“Chim, please! I know we talked about working in the same place for summer, but I didn’t do it on purpose, I swear!”

“I’m playin’. Work is work. Broke college student life, yada-yada. It would have been nice to work together, but we can still get a PS4, right? How’d you manage to mess our locations up, huh?”

“Well…the map you drew for me was kinda unclear.”

“I worked hard on that map! Took me three days to make that for you!”

“It was smudged with unicorn glitter frosting.”

“I suppose you could say I worked hard on that map quite literally…But I used a good quality baking sheet!”

“Okay, I’m glad you’re not super mad, because I actually have something to show you. I sent you some pics. You see them yet?”

“Tae, all I saw was a five-minute scroll of what looked like a dissertation on our friendship. I didn’t get to the pics. You don’t have another weird mole, right? Don’t send it to my mom this time, please. There’s no need to scar her further.”

“No, Jimin! Wait…she didn’t like my elephant mole? Aw, but…No! Focus! It’s my coworkers. Chim, they are so hot. Like, all of them. But I guess I didn’t need to send the pictures if you forgave me so easily.”

“Who said you were forgive—WOW. Yeah, okay. They’re hot. You’re on paparazzi duty now, Tae.”

“Yes. Hot. But on the floor, they’re all kinda…serious. It’s weird. This place is nothing like how you described your coffee shop. No one reacts to my cuteness like you said, and the decor is drab. They need some serious reality TV show to help remodel.”

“Hmm. Remember Seokjin and Jaehwan? I bet I could get them over there before their shift and help out. They are unhealthily obsessed with those redecorating shows; they’d probably love to get their hands on a project.”

————-———————-—————————-———————-——————— 

THE FATE OF TAEKWOON’S CAFE RESTS IN SEOKJIN AND JAEHWAN’S HANDS. WILL ALL BE SAVED? IS THERE EVEN SOMETHING to SAVE? WHAT DID WONSHIK’S TRAINING EVEN CONSIST OF? WILL JIMIN’S NAKED TORSO BECOME A PERMANENT FIXTURE IN THE MIND OF A MIN YOONGI? WILL TAEHYUNG BE ABLE TO CONCENTR—DAT ASS THO! (Tae, pls let the authors finish their rhetoric narrative, thank you)

… TUNE IN AGAIN NEXT WEDNESDAY ON ANOTHER EPISODE OF… MAID WARS!

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Give Me a Reason (3/9)

<Part 1>     <Part 2>

March 2013

Celestino insisted on carrying the majority of Yuuri and Phichit’s luggage up the stairs to their apartment.  “You’ve earned it, boys,” he told them.  “I’m so proud of you both.”

Yuuri frowned.  He didn’t want to directly contradict his coach, and it was always awkward feeling bad about his own performance when Phichit hadn’t even made it past the short program, but fifteenth place was not what he’d worked so hard for all season.

Celestino was having none of it.  “Did you skate your best?” he demanded.  Yuuri muttered a grudging affirmative.

“What was that, Yuuri?  I didn’t quite catch what you said.”  Yuuri had hoped that Phichit would be fully engrossed with his hamsters by now, having made a beeline for their habitat the instant the door was unlocked.  Apparently the universe wasn’t about to let him get that lucky.

He sighed heavily.  “Yeah.  I skated my best.”  Maybe if he played along, they’d drop the subject.  There was nothing else to do if they were determined to gang up on him, anyway.

“And did you improve on last year’s performance?”

“Yes.”  Last year it had been Yuuri who had missed being in the top twenty-five.  Phichit hadn’t even qualified for Worlds in 2012, ending his own season after a disappointing 4CC.

Celestino beamed as though that made it all better.  “And that is why I am proud of you, and why you should be proud of yourself.  Keep training as hard as you have been, and next season you’ll be in the top ten for sure.”

“And in the meantime,” Phichit added, “It’s time to start the post-season off right with the ritual Eating of the Carbs.  I’m thinking Pizza Papalis?”

Yuuri shot him a halfhearted glare.  “Your Nationals are still coming up,” he pointed out, but there was little actual heat in his voice.  It wasn’t Phichit’s fault that his ‘freshman fifteen’ had been the opposite of most students’, resulting in a good third of his class plying their ‘precious hamster son’ with varying foodstuffs to ‘keep his strength up’.

“I’ll be good after tonight!”

“You could at least blush when you lie through your teeth like that.”  Yuuri rolled his eyes.  “Fine.  Spinach and mushroom, extra garlic, you’re paying, and you’re handling all of the human interaction.”

Celestino laughed.  “I am not hearing any of this.  Celebrate well, boys.  Ciao ciao!”  He let himself out amid Phichit’s whoop of joy and subsequent call to the pizza place.

Yuuri curled up on the couch and opened his laptop.  For once he wasn’t jetlagged after a competition, this year’s championship having been held a bare two hours’ drive away, in Ontario.  He was still tired – a week’s worth of too little sleep while dealing with far too many strangers was stressful enough even without the pressure of competition – but he wasn’t sleepy.  It was an odd, but not unwelcome, feeling.

*Bad channel key for #therapycouchfort

He blinked.  He’d opened the chat client on autopilot, not really intending to socialize even to the extent of text on a screen, but this was an error message he’d never seen before.

/msg SockPuppet what’s a channel key and why is it bad?

*SockPuppet: no such nick/channel

/msg KingElsa hey do you know what’s going on with the chat

KingElsa>> Mess! <3 <3 <3

KingElsa>> They had to password-lock the channel.  I guess there was an invasion of trolls?

KingElsa>> Password is “nuclearoption” with no quotes.

/join #therapycouchfort nuclearoption

* Joined channel #therapycouchfort

* Topic is ‘If you haven’t gotten the new channel password from one of the mods, msg us asap.  Lockdown goes into effect Thursday night.  Thanks for your patience in the meantime.’

* Set by StevenMultiverse on Mar 12 12:04:17 2013

lukewarm_mess: i can’t leave you guys for five minutes, can i

lukewarm_mess: thanks for the pw king

KingElsa: ♡ ＼ ( ￣▽￣ ) ／ ♡

mercyslovechild: nope u go away and evrything goes to shit

suicideflirtsback: wait does that mean mess is the reason we can’t have nice things?

mercyslovechild: pls dont abandon us again

StandardDeviation: you wish flirt

StandardDeviation: wb mess how was the business conf

lukewarm_mess: very business much industry so productivity wow

suicideflirtsback: have you leveled up your synergy or whatever?

lukewarm_mess: my boss seems to think so but..

KingElsa: Your boss is obviously full of wisdom and good judgment and you should listen to them.

lukewarm_mess: my boss let Peaches eat himself sick on maple candy that we can totally get at home but apparently it’s different because it’s travel candy, whatever that means

mercyslovechild: i thouht peaches was a babby

mercyslovechild: babbies get to travel for work?

lukewarm_mess: he’s an intern so i guess?  idk

“I’m a what?” Phichit shrieked from directly behind Yuuri, who winced at the sound.

“Quit reading over my shoulder; that’s why I made you get your own account.  Oh, there’s a password to get in now.  Nuclear option, one word, all lower case.”

“Thailand’s Prince, the Jewel of Bangkok, an intern?  Yuuri, how could you?”  He flopped dramatically over the back of the couch.

“Shut up, I panicked.”

lukewarm_mess: anyway why the lockdown?

lukewarm_mess: king you said something about trolls?

*Peaches_and_Dream has joined #therapycouchfort

KingElsa: I wasn’t here either, actually, but that’s what I heard.  Hi Mess’ roommate.

suicideflirtsback: we were invaded by scientologists

Peaches_and_Dream: Hello mess’ self-friendzoning internet boyfriend

mercyslovechild: woa sickburn.gif

StandardDeviation: or at least people claiming to be scientologists

lukewarm_mess: PEACH

KingElsa: GASP

StandardDeviation: like two dozen of them flooding the channel at once

Peaches_and_Dream: I notice you’re not denying it ☆⌒ ヽ (*' ､ ^*)chu

“Shut it, Intern Boy.”

StandardDeviation: all telling us to stop taking our brainwashing pills and read dianetics

suicideflirtsback: p sure they were on vpns because even with the mods ip banning them they just kept coming back

“Still waiting for a denial, Yuu-chan!  Other than the one you’re in, I mean.”

Peaches_and_Dream: Sounds more like bored channers to me

mercyslovechild: whatevs it was annoying

suicideflirtsback: you mean EPIC

suicideflirtsback: socks just about developed superpowers out of sheer rage

StandardDeviation: after two days the mods decided to make the channel private, and we’ve been lockedin our fallout shelter eating k-rations ever since

KingElsa: Wow, it seems it was an exciting week!

StevenMultiverse: It’s not a perfect solution because it means new people who might actually want to join the chat can’t, but there’s not much else we can do at the moment.

mercyslovechild: where where you king?

StevenMultiverse: In a month or two we’ll try and reopen the channel.  Hopefully they’ll have gone away by then.

lukewarm_mess: works for me, glad you found a solution

KingElsa: I went to a family reunion.

suicideflirtsback: good times?

KingElsa: I suppose.  It was… typical.

lukewarm_mess: how so

KingElsa: I don’t know.  The same faces, the same stories, never any surprises.  Lousy food at the big dinner party.

mercyslovechild: potluck  >:P

KingElsa: Catered.  But still not good.

suicideflirtsback: did you have to be nice to Racist Uncle Tony?

KingElsa: (° ロ °) !  How did you know?!  I mean, he was neither a Tony nor my uncle, but….

suicideflirtsback: EVERYONE has a Racist Uncle Tony

*Deltatangofoxtrot has joined #therapycouchfort

KingElsa: “I’m just concerned about the way your *lifestyle*” – he actually made air quotes with his fingers! – “reflects on us…”

Peaches_and_Dream: Ugh, sorry King.

lukewarm_mess: (( ╬ ◣ ﹏ ◢ ))

mercyslovechild: homophobic uncle tony ><

suicideflirtsback: always the highlight of fam functions

suicideflirtsback: hey fox

StevenMultiverse: hi fox

Peaches_and_Dream: Hi Tango

KingElsa: Hello, DTF.

StandardDeviation: Did you just

StandardDeviation: *facepalms*

Deltatangofoxtrot: RDY ANYTIME BAE ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

mercyslovechild: passes out protection

Peaches_and_Dream: Why sir, I hardly know you! *flutters fan*

KingElsa: …

suicideflirtsback: *is ace*

StevenMultiverse: *is married*

KingElsa: …………

lukewarm_mess: at least take me out to dinner first

KingElsa: !

KingElsa: Et tu, Mess???

lukewarm_mess: you’ve been here how long and you still walked into that??

lukewarm_mess: sorry no sympathy, you deserved it

KingElsa: ���゜゜(´Ｏ`) ゜゜。

KingElsa: I’m ESL?

lukewarm_mess: no excuse, so am i

lukewarm_mess: it has to be somewhere nice, too.  i don’t put out for qdoba

StandardDeviation: Besides, that’s not english, it’s internet

StandardDeviation: *is helping*

KingElsa: Don’t help.  >.>

Headlights flashed through the window as a car pulled into the parking lot.  Yuuri glanced outside and saw the glowing pizza sign on the roof.  His shoulders hunched involuntarily.

“Go hide,” Phichit told him.  “I’ll bribe them to go away, that usually works.”

Yuuri smiled sheepishly before heading for their shared bedroom.  “Sorry,” he called through the closing door.  “It’s just—”

“—No more strangers for a while.  I know.  I’ll say our goodbyes in chat, too.  It’s BFF bonding time.”

<Part 4>

#yuri on ice #chat au #therapycouchfort #katsuki yuuri #victor nikiforov #victuuri #phichit chulanont #original content #i have committed fanfiction

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Mom Fights Back After Troll Calls Her Breastfeeding Pics 'Gross'

A mom in Australia is taking a stand against a troll who described her breastfeeding photos as “gross.”

Nadine Muller, a registered nurse and fitness blogger, occasionally posts photos that show her breastfeeding her son, 16-month-old Madden. Muller told The Huffington Post that though her breastfeeding journey began with difficulty, the experience has been one of her life’s “sweetest joys" that she celebrates with photos on Instagram. She mostly receives positive feedback, but also gets comments from people she calls “trolls.”

This is how we are spending most of the day Thanks to those who have sent well wishes after seeing my instastory! Poor Madden has come down with the dreaded gastro bug I'm currently cleaning runny (that his nappy couldn't contain) off our mattress while I was putting the sheets and mattress protector in the wash for the second time (just my luck ). The boss has insisted to wear one shoe the entire day, has been hanging off these on rotate whilst nipple crippling the other while he's at it, I've read the same Spot book about 50million times over at his request and I'm not even rousing on him for getting into all of the outta-bounds cupboards that he's obsessed with, WHATEVER makes you happy baby! Gastro can go EAD! . . . ______________________________________________________ #son #toddler #mumsofinstagram #babiesofinstagram #instababy #sick #breastfeeding #normalisebreastfeeding #breastmilk #candidchildhood #lifewithababy #babyspam #gastrobug #motherhood #mumlife #realparenting #letthembelittle #parenthood #instalove #babiesofig #love #picoftheday #instamum #instamoment #instagood

A post shared by Nadine Muller > _nadinemuller (@_nadinemuller) on Feb 15, 2017 at 6:33pm PST

When one troll in particular began commenting on her most recent breastfeeding pic that she was seeking attention and that her photos were “gross,” Muller decided she had enough.

“This time I knew that something needed to be done,” she told HuffPost. “Even if it meant that just a small handful of mums felt empowered from this movement then I knew it would be worth it.”

On Sunday, the proud mom posted a slideshow of breastfeeding photos and a message for her bullies:

FACT: Mothers don’t post these images & videos purely for attention. They don’t post photos purely to make a statement. They don’t post coz [sic] they think everyone should nurse their child out in the open. They don’t post advocating that breastfeeding is the only way a baby should be fed. They post because they are #proud, to give other mums encouragement, they post so that other mums feel accepted, supported & respected.

[TROLLS] If u've followed me for a while, u will know that I’ve adored the breastfeeding journey I’m on with Madden, it continues to b one of my life’s sweetest of joys & I am gratified & incredibly passionate about it. Despite best efforts within society, there is still controversy & somewhat ‘taboo’ surrounding breastfeeding, today another attempt to shame me on my social media was tried...Firstly, there is nothing ‘weird’ or ‘gross’ about these photos & there's no difference in me feeding my child with my breast than someone feeding him/herself with a spoon! Secondly, how about we simply appreciate that any mother has options, the right to her own choices, to feel supported & respected, the right to not have to hide, in fact the right to SHARE & POST proudly if she feels comfortable to do so! ... FACT: Mothers don't post these images & videos purely for attention. They don’t post photos purely to make a statement. They don't post coz they think everyone should nurse their child out in the open. They don’t post advocating that breastfeeding is the only way a baby should be fed. They post because they are #proud, to give other mums encouragement, they post so that other mums feel accepted, supported & respected. So that mums know that it is ok, in fact it is more than just OK, it is celebrated & admired. We share photos to let all mothers know that however u feed ur child, breast or bottle, that it’s a beautiful act & bond between a mother & her young, we share photos to advocate that it can be done wherever, whenever & HOWEVER (covered or uncovered) & that u can do so without judgement. Mummy’s I urge u to keep posting ur photos, don’t fall victim to these people who want to discourage u, keep doing the good work of mothering!! ... I’m damn proud & confident to STAND UP to people’s ignorance & enjoy the bonding with my child for all it is worth. If my breastfeeding pics bother u, unfriend, unfollow or plain old mind ur own damn business! ... MUMMIES!!! I put this to U, let’s stand up, tag ur fellow mums, repost this &/or post ur fav (past or present) FEEDING photo,TAG ME & hashtag #wefeedunited oh & feel free to tag @picmat to rub salt in the wounds too

A post shared by Nadine Muller > _nadinemuller (@_nadinemuller) on Feb 19, 2017 at 1:09am PST

Muller also encouraged moms to share nursing photos with the hashtag she created, #WeFeedUnited. She told HuffPost she’s felt so much support from moms sharing their pics. 

“I know as a result we all felt supported, respected, we all felt the right to not have to hide, we felt encouraged and accepted and most of all we felt proud,” she said. “Forget [the series] ‘Band of Brothers,’ this was ‘Band of Mothers.’”

[BREAK PLEASE!?] Family trip to the Sunny Coast has turned into a visit into ED early hours of this morning The little fella has broken out in a nasty rash top to toe, spiked temp, the runs, chesty cough just to name a few! We legit have had back-to-back illnesses the past 6 weeks, SICKNESS GODS GIVE US A BREAK PLZ!!! ... Thankfully we've just been cleared from anything untoward We've simply gotta ride yet again another viral infection out (ps he has cut another tooth today too! FML) We are all saaaa tired .... Maddens still cracking smiles and giggles, he is such a trooper ... To the mums struggling today or any day for that matter, HANG IN THERE, keep doing the good work of mothering, I feel you, as you feel me, we've got this.... 'this too shall pass' ... Proving yet again that #MOTHERHOOD at once is the hardest, holiest & happiest gig in the world This photo actually makes me laugh, we are just so tired, thanks for snapping it up hubby @dtm83 . . . #realtalk #honestparenting #normalisebreastfeeding #breastfeeding #boobiemilk #sickbaby #hospital #motherhood #mumlife #parenting #sleepy #tired #instadaily #instamoment #weekend #family #son #l4l #f4f #toddlersofinstagram #liquidgold #boobs #raw #honest #truth #nurselife #normalizebreastfeeding #breastmilk #wefeedunited

A post shared by Nadine Muller > _nadinemuller (@_nadinemuller) on Nov 11, 2016 at 4:16pm PST

In her post, Muller also pointed out that it doesn’t matter how a mother feeds her child. It will always be a “beautiful act and bond.”

“I believe the pressure of breastfeeding is so overwhelming these days, we are all on our own unique journey through motherhood and however we (and our babies and our bodies) decide to nurture our children we know it is always done with great love regardless of the method,” she told HuffPost. 

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Mom Fights Back After Troll Calls Her Breastfeeding Pics 'Gross'

A mom in Australia is taking a stand against a troll who described her breastfeeding photos as “gross.”

Nadine Muller, a registered nurse and fitness blogger, occasionally posts photos that show her breastfeeding her son, 16-month-old Madden. Muller told The Huffington Post that though her breastfeeding journey began with difficulty, the experience has been one of her life’s “sweetest joys" that she celebrates with photos on Instagram. She mostly receives positive feedback, but also gets comments from people she calls “trolls.”

This is how we are spending most of the day Thanks to those who have sent well wishes after seeing my instastory! Poor Madden has come down with the dreaded gastro bug I'm currently cleaning runny (that his nappy couldn't contain) off our mattress while I was putting the sheets and mattress protector in the wash for the second time (just my luck ). The boss has insisted to wear one shoe the entire day, has been hanging off these on rotate whilst nipple crippling the other while he's at it, I've read the same Spot book about 50million times over at his request and I'm not even rousing on him for getting into all of the outta-bounds cupboards that he's obsessed with, WHATEVER makes you happy baby! Gastro can go EAD! . . . ______________________________________________________ #son #toddler #mumsofinstagram #babiesofinstagram #instababy #sick #breastfeeding #normalisebreastfeeding #breastmilk #candidchildhood #lifewithababy #babyspam #gastrobug #motherhood #mumlife #realparenting #letthembelittle #parenthood #instalove #babiesofig #love #picoftheday #instamum #instamoment #instagood

A post shared by Nadine Muller > _nadinemuller (@_nadinemuller) on Feb 15, 2017 at 6:33pm PST

When one troll in particular began commenting on her most recent breastfeeding pic that she was seeking attention and that her photos were “gross,” Muller decided she had enough.

“This time I knew that something needed to be done,” she told HuffPost. “Even if it meant that just a small handful of mums felt empowered from this movement then I knew it would be worth it.”

On Sunday, the proud mom posted a slideshow of breastfeeding photos and a message for her bullies:

FACT: Mothers don’t post these images & videos purely for attention. They don’t post photos purely to make a statement. They don’t post coz [sic] they think everyone should nurse their child out in the open. They don’t post advocating that breastfeeding is the only way a baby should be fed. They post because they are #proud, to give other mums encouragement, they post so that other mums feel accepted, supported & respected.

[TROLLS] If u've followed me for a while, u will know that I’ve adored the breastfeeding journey I’m on with Madden, it continues to b one of my life’s sweetest of joys & I am gratified & incredibly passionate about it. Despite best efforts within society, there is still controversy & somewhat ‘taboo’ surrounding breastfeeding, today another attempt to shame me on my social media was tried...Firstly, there is nothing ‘weird’ or ‘gross’ about these photos & there's no difference in me feeding my child with my breast than someone feeding him/herself with a spoon! Secondly, how about we simply appreciate that any mother has options, the right to her own choices, to feel supported & respected, the right to not have to hide, in fact the right to SHARE & POST proudly if she feels comfortable to do so! ... FACT: Mothers don't post these images & videos purely for attention. They don’t post photos purely to make a statement. They don't post coz they think everyone should nurse their child out in the open. They don’t post advocating that breastfeeding is the only way a baby should be fed. They post because they are #proud, to give other mums encouragement, they post so that other mums feel accepted, supported & respected. So that mums know that it is ok, in fact it is more than just OK, it is celebrated & admired. We share photos to let all mothers know that however u feed ur child, breast or bottle, that it’s a beautiful act & bond between a mother & her young, we share photos to advocate that it can be done wherever, whenever & HOWEVER (covered or uncovered) & that u can do so without judgement. Mummy’s I urge u to keep posting ur photos, don’t fall victim to these people who want to discourage u, keep doing the good work of mothering!! ... I’m damn proud & confident to STAND UP to people’s ignorance & enjoy the bonding with my child for all it is worth. If my breastfeeding pics bother u, unfriend, unfollow or plain old mind ur own damn business! ... MUMMIES!!! I put this to U, let’s stand up, tag ur fellow mums, repost this &/or post ur fav (past or present) FEEDING photo,TAG ME & hashtag #wefeedunited oh & feel free to tag @picmat to rub salt in the wounds too

A post shared by Nadine Muller > _nadinemuller (@_nadinemuller) on Feb 19, 2017 at 1:09am PST

Muller also encouraged moms to share nursing photos with the hashtag she created, #WeFeedUnited. She told HuffPost she’s felt so much support from moms sharing their pics. 

“I know as a result we all felt supported, respected, we all felt the right to not have to hide, we felt encouraged and accepted and most of all we felt proud,” she said. “Forget the iconic movie ‘Band of Brothers,’ this was ‘Band of Mothers.’”

[BREAK PLEASE!?] Family trip to the Sunny Coast has turned into a visit into ED early hours of this morning The little fella has broken out in a nasty rash top to toe, spiked temp, the runs, chesty cough just to name a few! We legit have had back-to-back illnesses the past 6 weeks, SICKNESS GODS GIVE US A BREAK PLZ!!! ... Thankfully we've just been cleared from anything untoward We've simply gotta ride yet again another viral infection out (ps he has cut another tooth today too! FML) We are all saaaa tired .... Maddens still cracking smiles and giggles, he is such a trooper ... To the mums struggling today or any day for that matter, HANG IN THERE, keep doing the good work of mothering, I feel you, as you feel me, we've got this.... 'this too shall pass' ... Proving yet again that #MOTHERHOOD at once is the hardest, holiest & happiest gig in the world This photo actually makes me laugh, we are just so tired, thanks for snapping it up hubby @dtm83 . . . #realtalk #honestparenting #normalisebreastfeeding #breastfeeding #boobiemilk #sickbaby #hospital #motherhood #mumlife #parenting #sleepy #tired #instadaily #instamoment #weekend #family #son #l4l #f4f #toddlersofinstagram #liquidgold #boobs #raw #honest #truth #nurselife #normalizebreastfeeding #breastmilk #wefeedunited

A post shared by Nadine Muller > _nadinemuller (@_nadinemuller) on Nov 11, 2016 at 4:16pm PST

In her post, Muller also pointed out that it doesn’t matter how a mother feeds her child. It will always be a "beautiful act and bond.”

“I believe the pressure of breastfeeding is so overwhelming these days, we are all on our own unique journey through motherhood and however we (and our babies and our bodies) decide to nurture our children we know it is always done with great love regardless of the method,” she said. 

The HuffPost Parents newsletter offers a daily dose of personal stories, helpful advice and comedic takes on what it’s like to raise kids today. Sign up here.

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