the boys As parents X gn reader

you yell at them for no reason

(Request! Thank you for requesting, I'm sorry I haven't been updating in a long while I've run out of the motivation to write along with ideas so I hope this is up to your standards)

Narrator

You had been begged for a haircut for months, and one day, the narrator finally obliged your needless demands.

You stared in horror as the barber cut your hair shorter and shorter until you looked like Captain Price from Modern Warfare 2.

Tears welled up in your eyes when the barber was done. You felt humiliated and broken. On the drive home, you couldn't hold back the tears and let a few slip from your eyes.

"Are you alright?" the narrator asks.

"No..." you said in a broken voice.

"What's wrong?" The narrator's tone is one of concern and care.

"I hate it!" you said a little louder than necessary and slumped down into your seat.

"Well, maybe if you spoke up, this wouldn't have happened, and I think it looks nice," the narrator says as he pulls into the parking lot of a gas station.

You didn't say anything, just let out a few choked sobs as you held your short hair against your head. The narrator went into the gas station and came back out a few minutes later with whatever he needed.

"What don't you like about it?" the narrator asked as he got into the car and started driving away.

"It's too short," you mumbled.

"Well, the barber could only go off what you tell him," the narrator said.

"I feel awful," you mumbled again as you continued to press against your 'Dumb and Dumber' cut, trying to prevent yourself from feeling stupid.

"You feel awful?" the narrator said in a mocking tone.

"I feel humiliated!" you said in choked, loud sobs. You felt as if you couldn't breathe.

"Humiliated?" the narrator laughed slightly.

"WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH?" you shouted through choked sobs, your breathing barely coming out.

"EXCUSE ME? YOU REALLY WANT TO GO THERE?" the narrator shouted back, although you couldn't see his face through your tears.

The drive home was mostly quiet until you finally found your voice.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." you said in meek squeaks as you continued to sob.

The narrator sighed and pulled into the driveway before walking over to your car door.

He gently pulled you into his arms and buried his face into your shoulder as he held you.

"I shouldn't have yelled at you, and I understand you're distressed, but please never accuse me of hating you. I love you so so much," the narrator said as he kissed your temple.

"Let's see if curling or straightening it will fix it."

You couldn't help but smile and hug him back tightly.

Josh

Josh was recording a video of himself playing video games. You were never bothered by him recording; you knew it would take a long time, but lately, you've been feeling abandoned.

He spends all his time with the boys and in front of the camera; he never pays attention to you anymore!

You lay in bed with your hands over your face, deep in your own thoughts, which was a scary thing for someone like you.