#((Anyways thats a dumb thing to be upset about. I just had to let out some steam.))

[yeondollie]

ʙᴀᴍ ʏᴀɴɢ ɢᴀɴɢ ౨ৎ ♡ .ᐟ

'i closed the chapter on the days we spent together.'

. . warnings ; ANGST .ᐟ, breaking up, argument, fem reader, taehyun is kinda mean, crying, heartbreak, reader is needy, taehyun gets annoyed of reader, just over all sad ecfhuehfusih !!

a/n ; i have been listening in bam yang gang on repeat its so so so good but so sad :(. the beat is so adorable and so is bibi i love her sm sm but the song is so sad and as soon as i heard it i thought about making a story with it . this is just a drabble so i dont have a word count sorry :< anyways, enjoy !! ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

"why do you want so much out of me? can i have some peace and quiet to myself? god.." here we were again. arguing with taehyun was getting more and more common, though you hated it. taehyun knew you were a sensitive person and didn't like conflict but you were just pissing him off lately.

you didn't know what to say really. though you were only trying to check up on him after work, he wasn't having it. "it's like you're attached to my hip, truly." you suck in the tears in your eyes as he says this. you didn't wanna fight, you just wanted to please him in any way you could.

"yes i-i.. i'll give you time. i’m sorry." you say, tearing still welling in your eyes. this, for some reason, set taehyun off completely. why couldn’t you stand up for yourself? it was pathetic in his eyes. “see! thats why im upset. you’re like a doormat- you get walked all over, it’s pathetic.” he scoffs, letting out a small laugh even.

holding the tears back, about to flow, you mutter out some words. “you’re r-right, i’m s-sorry.” you sniffle a bit, looking up at the ceiling to avoid the tears falling out of your eyes. you’ve never felt more pathetic in your life, it was such a horrible feeling. taehyun didn’t seem phased at all, walking up and getting in your face.

“so thats it? sorry? you think thats gonna fix everything?” he says, his face only inches from yours. it was weird, usually when he was this close he would be kissing you or looking at you longingly but no. not this time, not anymore. the only time he looked at you was with lust or anger behind his eyes.

it felt like the two of you would only have sex or only argue, it was tiring- so tiring. he used to hold your cold hand in his own warm hand. he used to kiss your forehead and play with your hair, what happened? the tears flickered down your cheek as you answered him. “t-tyun i.. i don’t know what else to d-do.” now quickly wiping your own tears.

when he realizes you’re crying, he doesn’t bat an eye. its like all his love for you was drained from his heart- you hated it so much. “you know what _____? we’re done. i cant fucking do this with you anymore. you’re just so.. so needy and dumb!” he raises his voice, now watching you flinch in front of him.

you didn’t even have the energy to stop him, watching him with blurry eyes. watching how much he changed over the span of you two dating was shocking and saddening to you. oh how you longed for the sweet taehyun you once had.

before he could exit your house, forever saying bye to him you did one last thing. “taehyun..?” you whisper, not even having the energy to talk loudly. “what?” he whips back at you. you grab his school name tag he gave you, when he first confessed his feelings for you when the two of you were still in high school.

grabbing his name tag, along with your own- you walked up to him gently. you placed your name tag in his hand, looking into his angry eyes. “so you can remember me, you promised me you’d never forget me right?”

his eyes flickered with sympathy one final last time.

#txt fanfic #txt x reader #txt scenarios #txt #yeondolliesworks #tomorrow x together #tubatu #txt angst #beomgyu #kang taehyun #txt taehyun #taehyun x reader #taehyun angst #soobin #huening kai #yeonjun

[luvyunjinxo]

365 with you 🤍. kazuha x fem!reader

CW: mostly on the soft side, makeup sex, reader receiving, a little angsty, not proofread, overstimulation

"I love you zuha, I really do!" you screamed out to her while she was in disbelief. "you were literally flirting with her in front of me."

for context, you and kazuha got into a dumb argument about you always fooling around with yunjin like it was nothing. you were popular with the sserafim girls and they adored you very much. but you loved zuha so much, more than them. which she didn't believe I guess.

anyway, you stomped your way over closer to zuhas face three inches away and told her this "fine, keep thinking I don't love you more but just remember I do!" you lost your temper and stormed out of your shared house. running away, not knowing where you were even going. zuha knew her baby was gonna get lost.

you were driving away, fast, hands gripping on the steering wheel and sobbing screaming curses left and right, hating yourself for running out like that. you decided to call sakura, duh .. shes the oldest. she'll know what to do.

"s-sakura unnie .. I ran away from zuha" you sniffed and cleared your throat while being stuck in traffic. "y/nnie? what do you mean? where are you?" her worried tone made you even more guilty.

"I'm lost, don't k-know what to do, and we g-got into a big fight." man you were stuttering a lot. your voice kept cracking because whenever you spoke or thought about it more you would sob even more.

"y/n come to the apartment, you can stay here." with that you drove to the girls apartment and once you walked in, all the girls were on the couch. to be specific, eunchae grabbing a box of tissues, yunjin folding a blanket, then chaewon and sakura making the snacks. they were probably preparing for your arrival.

anyways, walking in with red eyes, messed up mascara and baggy sweatpants and clothes, was probably the most embarrassing thing you've ever showed them.

"y/n love, come here its gonna be okay." yunjin said while the members motioned to sit on the couch. you explained to them everything, beginning to end and very detailed. with that you went to sleep in yunjins room for the night while the rest of the girls decided to call zuha.

she was a mess too. she blamed herself for everything and said she was gonna stop by tomorrow morning .. at least thats what your ears heard.

next morning, you were washing your face, getting ready to face the worst day. you ate waffles for breakfast while watching k-dramas with the girls in the living room, when all of a sudden the doorbell rang. you ran to the nearest room, all because of zuha's presence.

Yunjin let her in and you could hear footsteps coming to the room, your dumbass was hiding in the closet.

"y/n baby, come out please. I'm sorry for what I did." no response, pure silence. zuha sat down in front of the closet crisscrossed and started to explain herself.

"babe im truly sorry for the way I was jealous. I know you would never fall for the girls its just I get so insecure because they're so pretty compared to me. I know you tell me I'm always better but im just scared. please come out love, I wont hurt you."

you came out slowly and hugged your girlfriend as tight as you could. you loved this girl so much and never would leave her. you straddled her lap and started to give her small pecks all over her face telling her how much you missed her and all the clingy shit like that.

zuha stopped you and started to have a heated make-out session with you till you both couldn't breathe. it was hot, and you couldn't believe you had this girl.

"let me show you how sorry I am for upsetting you baby." she said while she carries you onto the bed, which you think was chaewons?doesn't matter.

you continued the heated session as she starts undressing your top first. her mouth never left your body. teasing you in the spots where you were sensitive the most and she loved how your body always reacted to her actions. she went up to your ear, her breath fanning your neck.

"I think we should skip the foreplay right?" and started to go down on you immediately. she give your crotch one big lick while looking at you with puppy eyes to see your reaction.

"fuck!~" you groaned out while throwing your head back. she continued and collected your wetness with her index finger, dragging her finger up and down your slit multiple times.

"just hurry up and do-" you got cut off when she started eating you out like crazy while having two fingers pumping into you at the same time with a insane pace that your little body couldn't keep up with. you kept arching your back, squirming so much but she kept you down.

you squirted. in a fountain like way .. that threw kazuha off guard but she liked it. you've never done that before ? and it was a new feeling but oh em gee you would want it again.

kazuha smirked and liked the way your little body reacted again, so she continued to overstimulate you. she kept eating you out while both of her veiny hands were reaching up to pinch your buds. you kept trying to pull away but she kept pulling you closer:(.

you finished once again, panting so hard and fucked out. she stayed down there for a little admiring your body and hugging your whole body because you were so cute and wholesome<3. until you both heard a rough pound at the door.

"YAH ! STOP FUCKING ON MY BED!" you could hear chaewons muffled scream from out there.

zuha giggled and started to get you all dressed up and fixed you. "lets go now baby? I love you and would spend 365 days with you." you nodded and smiled as you guys ran out of their dorm without even saying bye.

"wah, jeongmal. not even saying bye" - yunjin

"COME BACK HERE Y/L/N Y/N." - eunchae

"these kids .." - sakura

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAZUHA NAKAMURA BB 😭🤍.

#fypシ #kpop smut #le sserafim #le sserafim smut #wlw smut #fem reader #le sserafim hard hours #lesbian #smut #kazuha nakamura smut #kazuha smut #kazuha nakamura #nakamura kazuha smut #le sserafim kazuha smut #kazuha le sserafim smut #le sserafim kazuha #huh yunjin #kazuha #kazuha x y/n #kazuha x reader #kazuha x you

[theveryfires]

yail | eddie munson x reader

summary: nobody could resist chrissy cunninghams smile, unless a certain someone was already enchanted.

a/n: hi lovelies! so this could be read as a part two to missing you, but it can also be a stand alone if you haven't read it! Thank you so so much for all the love for that fic, i hope you enjoy this one just as much! it is sort of inspired by taylor swifts You Are In Love, but very loosely. anyways, enjoy!!!

“I don’t get why this is such a big deal?!” 

His chest was heaving, red in the face, hair messy from running his hands through it. Eddie was angry, trying his very best not to lose it despite your spiteful gaze only egging him on further. He should of known what had gotten you so upset, should of seen the warning signs when you refused to speak to him after lunch. But he was an idiot, self proclaimed many times when he said or did something stupid that pissed you off. However, this time was different, you were hurt, and it was his fault. 

“Don’t play dumb, Eddie.” 

You weren’t in a better state. Your face was stained with tears, lip still quivering and arms folded over your chest as you stared him down. Everything had been going so well, too well. But then you just had to go for a walk in the woods to get some air before your next class, and you stumbled upon Eddie all goo goo eyed over the head cheerleader herself, Chrissy Cunningham. You had been anticipating the moment Eddie realised he could get better and left you behind, waiting for the day he moved on. But it had never come, despite all your faults, the fact you weren’t perfect or even good for enough for him, and yet he stuck around, he kept coming back.  And after the somewhat less than christian events that followed Eddie catching you in his shirt…well lets just say you had thought that finally things would become more permanent. But all that hope had quickly dissolved as you watched Eddie trip over his words, his smile growing wider than it ever was with you, his hands practically reaching out to hold the queen b herself. You swore you had felt your heart crack in two when Chrissy giggled at Eddie, you were done for. It was all over, no man on earth could resist that. The perfectly crafted, heartstoppingly beautiful Chrissy smile that had won over every boy she had even glanced at. And all you could do was stand there and watch as Eddie Munson blushed, his ears even tinged pink with a grin that you had always thought was reserved for you. Not even Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson was immune to a smile like that. 

“Sweetheart all she wanted was some special K, thats it!” 

In truth Eddie had been acting different since that night he caught you. He couldnt deny that something had changed, the electricity was working differently between you two. Suddenly he felt all hot and bothered…well more hot and bothered than before. He felt his heart hammering in his chest at the mere thought of you, never mind when you actually in the room, or next to him, near him, god help him if you were on top or beneath him. Eddie found himself hyperaware of you, picking up on silly things he hadn’t really thought about before. Like the way your perfume clung to his pillows, and the fact you always bought jumpers two sizes too big. That you exclusively bought strawberry scented shampoo and conditioner. Unbeknownst to you, he had started pressing kisses to the top of your head whilst you slept in his arms, if you moved away in the night he would pull you back into him. Jeff and Gareth had started teasing him for all the love soaked staring he did when you didn’t sit with the hellfire club, or when you were laughing with your friends, or when you were just being you. You missed all of his pining, making it easier for you to assume he had fallen for Chrissy following a week of his strange behaviour. Completely oblivious to the fact that it was your smile, your dumb jokes and infectious laughter that had won Eddie over, making Chrissy Cunningham fade into the white noise of it all when compared to you. 

 “Please, you were practically drooling all over one another. Don’t lie to me!” 

A million thoughts at a time were running through your mind, trying desperately to figure out what you had done wrong, what you could of done better, listing reason after reason as to why he would prefer Chrissy to you. Your eyes were glazing over, tears threatening to spill  as you took a step back from Eddie. You couldnt look at him any longer, couldnt face those stupid brown puppy dog eyes as you felt everything hurt all over again. You didn’t know exactly when you had fallen in love with him over the course of your little love affair. Eddie had a habit of getting in your head, he was lovable, every inch of him. Maybe it was around the same time you started spending whole weekends with him, spending mornings watching cartoons through tired eyes. Or when he picked you up in the rain, driving you back to his house after a date didn’t show. Maybe the love had grown in the little early morning chats, still wrapped in his arms listening to The Stones on low. You had told Eddie everything, dreams, fears, silly things you wanted. You had whispered to him one night that he was your best friend, and he had held you tightly, laughing at the cheesiness of it all before agreeing that you were his too. The thought of losing that, losing him to a cheerleader that wouldn’t ever appreciate him. She wouldn’t understand his stupid movie references, or let him read lord of the rings when there was a storm, she wouldn’t dance around to Metallica with him, make him grilled cheese just the way he liked it or know that his favourite movie was Ferris Bueller or…or love him like you did. Thats what hurt the most. 

“I’m not lying to you! Why the fuck would I drool over Chrissy Cunningham!?” 

Eddie’s own heart was breaking at the sight of you falling apart in front of him. This was different than all the times before when you had cried in his van, or in his room. All those times before he was the balm to the wound, now he was the knife. Every part of him was screaming to just hold you, itching to reach out and make you know how much you meant to him. But every time he took a step towards you, you stumbled back. It was like some cruel parallel of all those summer nights fuelled by teenage passion. 

“Because she’s perfect Eddie! I don’t blame you! I’d choose her over me! I’d choose anyone over me!” 

The tears were really going now, pouring down your face as you tried to get this over and done with. The best few months of your life were over, pretty soon this would all be a memory that you could look back on and cry to whilst some stupid Led Zeppelin album played. But then Eddie’s hands were holding yours tightly, and his face was staring down at you with an emotion you couldnt quite place.Your chests were heaving and the air felt static. Despite Eddie only having one working braincell at the best of times, he managed to figure out why you were so angry, why you were so jealous over a silly little meeting with a popular girl who just wanted some drugs. It all made sense, a lightbulb suddenly going off in his mind as he smiled softly. If you hadn’t of been crying he would of picked you up and spun you around. You loved him, and christ, he loved you too. 

“I don’t want perfect.” 

“What?” 

“I want someone that knows all the words to the breakfast club and cries every time at the end, that watches stupid saturday morning cartoons and drinks coffee like its holy water. I want someone that sings under their breath when they get bored, and dances like an idiot. I want someone that is as much of a nerd as me even though she hides it incredibly well.  I want you. I’m in love with you, have been since the day we bumped into each other and you accidentally spilled chocolate milk down me.” 

The world possibly stopped spinning that day. Eddie had tears in his eyes, his hands holding your face as if you would break in pieces. He was red , a smile taking over that you had never seen before. His stupid brown eyes were practically sparkling, the wide grin something you had only caught in the corner of your eye. It was the smile that Eddie had for you whenever you weren’t looking. Your heart was skipping too many beats, hammering its way out of your chest as you leant your forehead against his, standing on tippy toes to reach. Those four stupid words that you had been holding back for six months finally pouring out your mouth like honey.

“I love you too.” 

taglist (thank you so much for the comments lovelies! heres part two, i hope you enjoy it!) @yoongsea @youareadistraction

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #fluff #angst #they are both idiots

[ganondoodle]

I was at first in love with totk, and I still think mechanical wise, its quite impressive

And when I collected all the tears and saw the "story" I genuinely got upset in a good way (at first), because man! Did they really got the balls to go that far? Is there nothing I can do for her? Now I MUST do all the temples, see how it plays out and --oh, I've got this cutscene already. Why are all the people so dumb about Zelda, I KNOW where she is, Link say something-- Link??

After finishing all the temples and almost falling asleep, I stopped playing the game, looked up the last boss and remaining cutscenes and went "Thats it?"

Watching other people (including you) being critically about so many things, both character and mechanical wise, I've almost startled myself with a realization what the gnawing feeling I constantly had, actually was.

Totk feels like a fanfic.

And don't get me wrong, I love fanfiction, I think its great and important, I adore fanfic writers, I love finding gems, I love reading self indulgent stories, see new spins and interpretation of characters. I love the casual, the passion, the creativity!

But totk gives me the same feeling everytime I am reminded that Fifty Shades is a Twillight fanfic.

The world is there. The faces I know and grew to love are there. But everything is ever so slightly different, uncannily so. Just how some characters talk, how they act, how they were placed in the story. The Zonai appearing out of nowhere, but no, they always had been there you see, they were these super magical advanced people but they all died, the king is so tragic. And you see, the king is super cool and powerful and-- oh I dont get to interact with him outside of the tutorial. Did they try to do another King Rhoam-- but wait, that only worked because we didn't knew he was a ghost-- totk wait stop why do you take him out of the story, why couldn't he be a companion, he IS ABLE TO TALK THROUGH THE ARM LET THE OLD GOAT COMMENT ON STUFF?? If you bring up all this ancient stuff and you still got a ghost lingering, let him talk?? (I never ended up getting Mineru but I smell wasted potential as well)

Im not even mad, I am disappointed. It feels like the devs saw what all the lore hunters got attached to and talked about and then just... took the "cool". All the Zonai stuff could've easily been Sheikah tech, but got just reskinned to look more exciting instead of being its own thing.

Like... at this point I prefer what fans are doing over what Totk gave us. The characterization of Rauru (and everything Zonai), projects like you do of what totk couldve been, the little nuggets of actual highlights and details of love fans find in the game. I found much more enjoyment in these concepts than I got from a 70bucks game. And thats depressing.

I love fanfiction. I dont love it when my corporate 70 dollar, six year development, console exclusive game feels like a story that passionate fan couldve written miles better in a week (and I've already seen much cooler and interesting rewrites and ideas).

Zelda has been a huge part of my childhood and its depressing seeing it treated like that. It always was about the story, the epic, its The Legend of Zelda for crying out loud. To be courageous to enter a dungeon, to be wise and solve all the riddles. To become powerful over the journey you embarked on. Zelda to me is the campfire story you tell to others and go into the woods or the beach and imagine what monsters you would slay. Zelda is not the sandcastle you build in the sandbox and then add dinosaurs and star wars ships because you didn't had any other toys, and just stumble into and over some story to entertain yourself until lunch is ready.

I'd have an oracle of seasons over another totk any day at this point. They should've just make the mechanics of totk its own thing, but I guess they were scared it wouldn't sell if it doesn't have a Mario or Zelda skin straped over it.

Anyways, sorry for the mini rant - love your art, love your thoughts and insights, and I am looking forward to see more of it - Zelda related or not (your original characters look amazing, I adore your style sm)

Hope you have a great rest of the day!

*nods along through this entire rant*

idk how many of my rants you have read but yeah ... yeah ... and the further you think about it the further it all falls apart, the wasted potential of it all and the goddamn audacity of them to do those interviews in which they make it EVEN WORSE is just

i know the expectation for a direct sequel to botw was huge and understandbly so but i really REALLY think it would not have been that hard to make it a good follow up even taking into account that totk was originally a DLC, pretty much all of botws aspects could have been developed further, i dont know what could have happened to make totk have turned out like this .. literally it feels like something had to have gone wrong, its like someone who doesnt know zelda nor botw at all was given a few prompts and then just made some generic fantasy story while the rest worked on ultrahand for 5 years

the technical impressive things ARE technical impressive, but i dont think it was necessary nor served the game well in any way (and i LOVE building games- however totk is neither a building game nor a story game nor a zelda game nor an exploration game nor a sequel imo) but zelda, this zelda, is not made for that and i cant help but think it was mainly to encourage people to make some ridiculous mechs so it can go viral on tiktok (not trying to discredit them, it IS cool what they are doing but i .... have my doubts if zelda is the right place for that)

ill stop there bc i have ranted so much about everything i dont wanna repeat it here again; it just doesnt feel like a real game (derogatory), it feels extra bad bc i was not really into zelda when botw came out and while i did get it as soon as i could (months after release since i just started a minijob and didnt have the money) i only over time grew to love zelda this much again, devouring any theories and anything about it bc i loved it so much- i was never into it like this when a new title was announced and dont own any special editions so i bought the totk collectors bc i was just so damn excited for it after the 2019 trailer dropped (god i want that time back ... it looked so much more like it was going to be an actual sequel) even if i was already worried it wouldnt be good at that point given how much i started to sense stuff i dont like about the newer trailers

i recently sold it at our local gameshop bc it was like a thorn in my side given how expensive it was and how dissapointed i was in the game, i genuinely think that, technical impressiveness aside, totk is the onyl zelda i truly cannot stand (for alot of reasons) and im genuinely worried for the future of the franchise

i bought an Oki (Okami) figurine for what i got back and i feel much happier with that :3

(also on a note, i did finish the game two weeks after release but stopped playing it right then and hadnt touched it since, i also streamed all of what i played and its still up if you want to see my slow descend into madness fjkdhkdhjk though its been a long while since then and i by far did not talk about everything back then, just what my most immediate frustrations were while still playing)

(also the gameplay isnt as good as people make it out to be, so much is so frustrating and punishing to use i am kinda baffled it got through like that and most people call that its best aspect ..... though i guess if the rest is so much worse even mid gameplay can seem good ooooooooh how dare i)

also thank you for liking what i do!!! <3 it means alot to know it is appreciated by someone :D

#ganondoodles answers #zelda #totk #ganondoodles rants #in my playthorugh i genuinely tried to be super open to what its offering me #but i think its pretty clear that i could see were it was going pretty soon and tried to fight my fear #and then i ended up being right #like i even went out of my way to get the memories and dungeons in turns so i wouldnt spoil anything #and still you can see me get sadder and dissappointed with each new memory i got #and the time it truly all started to crumble was when i discovered what they did to the shrine of life #pretty sure after i got all the lightroots and all i got was a you did it sticker i jsut gave up and went to the end #and after that i found the endfight fun so i played it a few more times #but the last few streams were mostly me ranting jkdfngvkjdfnhgjkdf #for this price its pretty bad #idk why so many people are okay with this tbh #zelda fans deserve better #i think the wasted potential and insulting treatment of both lore - botw and even the player is what frustrates me so much #sidenote i love the username bc there sure are words #alot of them even #(good) #i have done so much ranting it feels good to read someone elses rant about similar frustrations

[silvervioletvalentine]

🖤it’s been a long time coming but…🖤

Pairing: Quinn Hughes X Cherrie!

Word count : 10k

Summary : in which his roommates sister is staying for the summer. And he promises not to fall in love with her.

Or- Quinn hates being told what to do. And cherries a mean little bitch with the face of an Angel. How was he supposed to not fall in love with her?

Warnings- fluff? There both little bullies to each other cause they’re in love. Duh. Kind of a , he fell first thing. She’s blunt and mean. He’s also dishes it back. Her brother is dumb and wondering what the f is going on. Thats it I think. I don’t even know if it’s any good or makes any sense cause I wrote it at 3am last night soooo…yeah. Lemme know what u think xoxo oh yeah and Quinn’s a swiftie because I said so. I finally got my era( with blood sweat and so many fucking tears) tickets so expect a lot of Taylor song themed oneshots lmfao.

Quinn knew that something was wrong the moment he woke up that morning to find his roommate and close friend , Roman, pacing the front room with his hand running stressfully through his hair , what looked to be a permanent grimace on his face as he stared down at his phone , free hand texting a Mile per minute away.

He eyed him warily as he grabbed himself a bowl and poured some cereal, plopping himself down at the breakfast table to eat .

He yawned "you good?" He mumbled around a spoonful of cereal, barely even awake and kind of wishing that he had just stayed in bed.

It wasn't like he had anything better to do anyway , and really looking at the darkened shade of his eye bags in his spoon, he could really do with some more sleep anyways.

Roman paused , looked down at his phone, looked over at Quinn and then sighed loudly . "No. My sister is coming stay for the summer." He told him, not exactly looking very happy about the fact either.

Quinn rose a brow in confusion , this being the first time he was being told of such plans . Fighting back a groan of misery at the thought of their apartment being invaded by somebody else when all Quinn really wanted was to relax in peace , not invite more people into his man cave.

"Sister?" He repeated barely remembering Roman mentioning his family at all to him "i don't recall ever meeting her." He muttered, wishing that he didn't have to at all.

He wasn't the most sociable of people, he had his small group of friends and quite frankly he just couldn't handle anymore. He was at his limit with people in his life , he didn't want to add anymore onto that small number . He had enough Christmas cards to write out each year as it was.

Roman scoffed , looking a little peeved as he let him know sourly "of course you haven't. She's been living in Milan . Then before that L.A...then Madrid. My little sister can barely be caught...I haven't seen her since last Christmas ." He did Honestly sound upset about it, she was still his baby sister after all.

"And the only reason she was there at all , is because of my mother threatening to axe the credit cards. And even then..she was gone the next day. The little asshole didn't even say goodbye!" He huffed, having been trying to wrangle her for a while now. But every text he sent was put on seen and every call they had usually ended up with them arguing and refusing to speak to the other for months again.

Quinn just frowned , trying not to fall back to sleep face first in cereal.

“So why is she coming here then? Doesn't exactly sound like she wants to be around you at the moment." He snorted a little , amused.

The thought of social , bubbly Roman trying to befriend his moody little sister and getting told to get fucked was hilarious . I mean, he loved his friend but sometimes his 'a friend to all' attitude was a little too much for him, it would be amusing to see him getting humbled like that.

It seemed like Roman wasn't the boss between them at all. How interesting.

Roman laughed "oh she's not coming cause she wants to. She's coming because our mother is making her." He told him with a small smirk , recalling the call from his furious mother letting him know that she would be heading his way soon and that he better make sure that she doesn't wildcard her way out of this again.

"She got involved with mother's hairdressers , husband and well.." he whistled long and hard, amused by the growing list of his sisters fuck ups.

She didn't ever do anything by halves , he would tell you that. "Mother's hairdresser found out and it all blew up. So the family's not too happy with Cherrie right now.." he chuckled.

Quinn looked at him in disbelief , fighting back the grin that wanted to escape, not sure if this was something that he was allowed to laugh about.

"Cherrie? That's her name?" He repeated testing it out on his tongue once Roman nodded his head yes , he then hummed a little "sounds like trouble. You couldn't put her up in a hotel?" He blurted out.

Roman looked at him with a look of shock "Quinn! That’s my sister! Just because she's a bit of a wild child doesn't mean that I'm gonna send her off on her own! God!" He exclaimed , dramatically throwing his hands on his air.

Quinn just rolled his eyes and focused back on his cereal , sighing in misery.

Great. He was going to have a female Roman hanging around , As though one of them wasn't already energy draining enough.

"What does she do?" He asked Him curiously "-besides sleeping with other women’s husbands." He couldn't help himself. Really he couldn't.

Roman glared at him for that comment, Quinn just laughing beneath his breath as he grinned down at his bowl. More than amused with it all.

"She's a model. That's why she travels around." He told him , bringing up his phone and picking a photo of his sister from one of her recent shoots to show him.

Quinn looked up from his bowl , down to his friends phone, then back to his bowl before doing a double take .

His eyes widening in disbelief as he choked on his cereal, spluttering loudly as his face flushed red.

"That's your fucking sister?" He croaked out between his coughs , banging on his chest with his fist , unable to take his eyes away from the phone. Breathing deeply as he tried to fucking breath normally again.

Unable to believe what he was looking at.

He knew her.

Well. He didn't know her personally but he had seen enough of her pretty face on almost every magazine and billboard to know who she was.

She was fucking stunning. Like out of this world , how could it not be plastic surgery , it's so not fair, she must be a siren..it should be illegal to be that hot , kind of beauty.

He looked at the picture of her on vogue Italy , face bare for the stripped down , el natural shoot. Dressed in just a cut up white shirt , shiny hair hanging over her tanned shoulders as she looked straight at the camera with a soft, pouty look on her sun kissed face. Freckles dotted her nose, and if he looked close enough there was a heart shape mole just right beneath her right eye.

Quinn found it hard to breath. Clearing his throat a little as he tried to mask his awe into something more nonchalant instead.

But he glanced back up at his friend to see his act wasn't fooling him at all.

Roman pocketed his phone with a slight frown, eyeing him suspiciously . "Yeah? What's that supposed to mean? Of course she's my sister , where did you think she got her good looks from?" He motioned towards himself with a arrogant grin.

Quinn laughed, harder than he should have giving the offended look he received in return.

"Definitely not you man." He snickered , still slightly in shock over just who his sister was and just what she looked like.

“I just-she doesn't look like the terror you're describing her as." He muttered , getting up off his chair to put his now empty bowl in the sink. More for self distraction than anything.

Roman groaned , shaking his head at him. "That's exactly the problem! She looks like some angel but she's the devil in disguise. Like that Taylor swift song." He started humming the tune of it to him "Darling I’m a nightmare dressed like a -"

Quinn's groan cut him off "yes! I get it! She's the devil. Hot but insane . Okay. I got it." He rushed out not wanting to hear anymore of his terrible singing and butchering of Taylor's songs. It was far too early for it and there was no amount of coffee in the world that could make him sit through the torture of Roman singing at him.

Roman looked offended for a moment "hey!" Then he paused and squinted his eyes at him "did you just call my sister hot?" The disbelief was apparent in his voice . Enough to make Quinn freeze.

He slowly turned to look at his friend, mouth opening and closing several times before "no. I didn't." He denied. Laughing it off. Because he knew what a big deal he would make out of it.

Just like now. Roman laughed loudly "yes you did! You said she's hot but crazy!" He exclaimed.

"No! You did! I was just .. just summing it up!" Quinn argued.

Okay. Just because he wasn't a fucking player and almost permanent single didn't mean he didn’t recognise real beauty when he saw it.

Roman sofffed "bullshit. You think my sisters hot! I can't believe this! Maybe the hotel idea was a good one.." he bemoaned .

Not wanting his sister to sink her claws into his poor friend, he liked Quinn and he didn't want to add the hockey player to the long list of men that Cherrie had broken into pieces for her own entertainment . No thank you.

Quinn once again rolled his eyes at him, annoyed. "Dude. The whole world thinks your sister is hot, it's not news to you. And I'm not fucking blind." He snapped at him shoving past him to throw himself on the couch, hoping for a nap. "It's doesn't mean anything.” He added .

Roman with his Hands on hips just looked at him lazing out on the couch, a bored look on his face as he put on modern family for some background noise. Looking like he was done with the entire conversation.

"So you won’t fall in love with my sister then?" He challenged him. Knowing exactly what she did to men. She was his sister after all and he had the exact same affect on woman. Accidental heartbreakers If you will.

Quinn couldn't have snorted any louder If he tried, he even laughed. "No fucking way! Me?" He scoffed in amusement "falling in love? I don't fucking think so. You should be a comedian man." He said.

Roman just shot him a look, not believing him at all. Because if that was his reaction to just a photo of Cherrie, how was he going to feel when she arrived , prettier in person and staying with them for the whole summer?

He crossed his fingers and hoped that his sister would have some mercy at least. Or to at least pick a different Brother.

By the time that Cherrie arrived at her brother place, she was already getting a lecture from Roman as they walked up the stairs to his apartment . Rolling her eyes as he went on and on , sounding a bit too much like their mother for comfort .

"I'm serious Cherrie. I don't want any drama this time.. the last time you hung out with my friends it ended up in tears!" Roman exclaimed, still having ptsd from that horrible weekend .

Cherrie just groaned at Him, waiting impatiently by the out of service Elevator as she watched her brother haul up her two massive, bright pink suitcases up the stairs. With a large juicy couture rucksack on his back too , she only had her small purse with her phone and money in it on her arm.

Choosing to play with her freshly done nails as she replied amusedly "I didn't shed a single tear."

Roman glared over at her, face sweaty as he huffed and puffed his way to the top. Almost tripping over her ridiculously large suitcase as he did so.

"I wasn't talking about you. I was talking about the guys. I could have become a swimmer with the fucking ocean of tears you made them cry! I don't want any of that shit this time!" He warned her seriously "I mean it."

Bored, tired and grumpy from her flight. Cherrie just sighed and flicked her hair over her shoulder in annoyance.

"Okay. So no hooking up-"

"No!" Roman looked horrified just at the thought "you can do whatever you want on your own time but not with any of my friends. They’re hockey players-" maybe not the best thing to tell her seeing as she loved sporty guys.

She paused at his door, looking over her shoulder at him quietly for a moment before "hockey players?" She hummed out with a small smirk , already picturing them in their jerseys , all strong and talented on the ice.

But the glare her brother shot her shut her up real quick.

"Don't even think about it. They’re good guys Cherrie, and my roommate Quinn . He's really nice but likes his life drama free okay?" He told her as he unlocked the door.

Cherrie scoffed amusedly "he's gonna hate me then. Surprised he likes you at all. You're worse than I am." She tried to rile him up.

It worked.

By the time he had dragged her suitcase into the hallway, the siblings were bickering loudly and shoving at each other like little kids.

"You're such a fucking bore! You can't even take a joke-"

"Oh excuse me if I don't find fucking other people's husbands on a dare funny-"

Her voice went shrill , effectively waking Quinn up from his nap on the couch. But neither of the siblings noticed him yet.

"That was one time! Shut up! Like you haven't had your fair share of fun-"

He blinked his eyes open, yawning as he slowly pulled his body up into a sitting position. Turning his head to look at the noise, he rose a brow in both concern and amusement as he watched her kick at her brothers shin like a child. Roman kicking her right back.

Taking in the sight of the model, Quinn bit down on his bottom lip without even realising it.

Swallowing a little as he looked at her, all tan and worked up, dressed in tiny shorts and a crop top that barely covered a thing. Gucci flip flops that went flying across the room as she threw them at her brother, cursing him out in Spanish now.

She looked way hotter in real life than she did on the magazines. He wasn't sure how it was possible, but she did.

He ran a hand through his hair, managed to straighten out his old sweatshirt just as she turned her head to finally see him sitting there.

Then silence.

Cherrie looked at him, he looked at her. Roman held his breath.

Then she frowned at Quinn , looking unimpressed.

"I thought hockey players were supposed to be sexy." She complained .

Looking him over as she made her way to the couch, distracted from her bickering with her brother. She has a new target to annoy now.

Her brother sighed long and hard "be nice." He snapped at her as he started dragging her suitcases to her room, leaving them alone for a minute .

Offended and a little stung, Quinn eyed her up and down just as judgmentally . "I didn't know models looked like hookers these days either ."He threw back at her just as quick.

There was a shocked pause, having not expected him to dish it back out to her before she laughed, eyes lighting up as she got herself cozy on the tub chair. Eyes never leaving him. Taking in his flushed cheeks, scabbed nose from the last injury , hair a overgrown mess behind his ears , dressed in a huge black sweatshirt and basketball shorts.

He was not her usual type at all.

Yet something buzzed in her chest, a strange excitement building in her as she thought of all the ways she could get underneath his skin and make him react. Annoying guys was her favourite thing to do after all.

"Honey. You couldn't even afford this hooker." She replied smoothly , crossing her long, tanned legs over each other . Smirking to herself as she watched his eyes briefly flicker down to them before they quickly looked away.

Clearing his thirst, he muttered blandly "I'm glad i could save my money. I've been told I need to stop spending money on stupid things anyway."

Cherrie inhaled sharply at the jab, having a feeling that he had been fully filled in on all of her stupid activities as of lately. Her brother Had always been a snitch after all.

"That's ironic coming from a hockey player." She muttered as she got up to get something to eat , stomach rumbling after hours on a plane without any food. There was no way in hell she would eat anything on a plane or god forbid... airport food.

But as she opened the fridge and saw nothing but beers and leftover pizza, she realised with horror then that she was going to be living with guy. Stupid guys who didn't know a healthy salad or a fucking fruit if they saw one.

How was she supposed to survive? She had gone from five star luxury to... she glanced around the messy apartment with barely any decor . The biggest thing in there was the pool table and tv, not even a fucking clock on the wall!

She felt a little like crying then. Maybe because she was tired. Hungry and had spent the last weekend being scolded by her mother like she was a naughty child again. Her exploitation's gossip for everyone to hear.

So excuse her if she was feeling a little on edge, having at least expected her brother to have gone out shopping before she arrived . He knew that she was picky.

Was this...was this revenge for telling him that those stupid white pants he wore made him look like a Walmart version of a member of backstreet boys ?

"Where's the food?" She cut Quinn off befor he could dish a returned insult for her stupid hockey player comment. Making him frown over at her .

"There's pizza from last night left in there." He informed her like that was helpful.

Raising a brow as he heard her let out a little sound, between a squeak and a huff.

His lips twitched. "Not good enough for you princess?" He said.

She looked straight at him, face cold and replied bluntly "not it isn't. So unless you want me to make sure that you lose all your teeth , without a puck or a stick being Involved . I suggest you and my brother head to the nearest store and get some real fucking food in. Before I kill the both of you !" She hissed at him .

Then she picked up a throw pillow, launched it at his head before stomping away to her room. Pushing past her confused brother on the way, slamming the door behind her with a angry bang.

There was a tense silence in the room for a moment where both men just looked at where she had been stood, Roman slowly looking away from her slammed door , blinking at Quinn curiously.

"I think we should go get some grocoises." Was all Quinn muttered. Clearing his throat as he hauled his ass up from the couch, stuffed his wallet in his pocket and headed straight for the door.

Roman following behind him in confusion "we've got left over pizza-"

Quinn pulled a face , yanking the door open with a long exhale . Her furious, very hungry face imprinting in his mind as he hurried her brother along.

"Yeah. No man. I mean real food." He said.

Roman didn't look any less confused . But the look on Quinn's face made him not question it again.

Two hours later. The fridge , freezer and cupboards were full with real, fresh food.

Cherrie came back out again. Smile lighting up her pretty face as she pulled out some chicken and made herself a salad while the guys scoffed on a takeaway on the couch.

She didn't thank him verbally but she slapped the top of Quinn's head on the way back to her room , he took that for something instead.

Later that night, Cherrie dragged herself back out of her room with the blanket wrapped around her head, a scowl on her tired face as the voices got louder and louder.

Hearing her brother and Quinn laugh loudly, the sound of video games filling the room as she stomped in there to get them to stop.

Quinn was the first to notice her hovering by the couch like a grumpy gremlin, raising his brow at her as he played with the controller in his hand, her brother paying her no mind at all. She could hear another guys voice on the tv , playing along with them but she ignored it in favor of glaring at the both of them angrily.

"It's nearly one o'clock in in the morning." She snapped at them. Looking at Quinn like he was the devil.

He just snorted "glad you know how to tell the time." He muttered , smirking as he clicked away at the buttons. One eye on the tv and the other one subtly watching the way she stomped her food like a child, making it harder for him to hold back his grin at seeing how easy she was to rile up.

"Roman!" She complained . Getting his attention finally.

Her brother looked over at her with a Frown "what? Why aren't you asleep? You've had a long flight. I thought you'd be out already." He said obviously .

Cherrie looked at him like he was an a idiot . He was. But still. "Are you fucking serious? How can I sleep when it sounds like a fucking a bar in here? Turn that shit down!"

"Yeah. Grandma here wants an early night." Quinn muttered . Grinning. Sipping on his beer , content with pissing her off even more.

The look she shot him would have had any other guy Pissing his pants with fear . But Quinn just grinned up at her , enjoying it far too much.

"Would you prefer to be smothered by a pillow or drowned in the bath?" She simply responded to him while picking up a pillow from the couch as she approached him quickly .

He looked down at the pillow then back up at her in amusement . "Both sound a little too intimate princess. We've only known each other for a couple of hour-" his teasing got cut off by his own startled gasp as she suddenly launched herself at him.

Pillow pressed against his face as he let out a shocked laugh, grabbing ahold of her arms to stop her from actually killing him. While she huffed and puffed, slapping him with the pillow instead when she failed to smother him with it.

Ignoring her brother scolding her , she hit Quinn with the pillow again. "Asshole! Trust me , no one wants to be intimate like that with you! Fucking-ah!" She squealed as she was suddenly pulled off Quinn , Roman carrying her over to her room over his shoulder while she kicked and cursed him out.

Quinn just laughed as he pushed himself back up to his sitting position , pushing his hair out of his face as he caught back his breath. Grinning widely as he wiggled his fingers at her glare .

"Well. Everyone's been intimate with you . Have you met the landlords husband yet?" He called over the couch. Roman shaking his head at him scornfully.

"Not helping Quinn!"

He just laughed. Hard. Before hearing his brothers voice coming through the system, confused to why they had suddenly paused the game.

"Is that Romans sister?" Jack asked him curiously , amusement on his face as they listened to her cursing like a sailor at him.

He tried not to grin "yeah. She's crazy."

"Can I meet her?" His sly question had the grin dropping right off his face.

"Why?" He simply responded. Suspicious.

Jack shrugged slyly "she's hot. And sounds like fun. I bet Trevor would like her.."

Quinn cut him off before he could say anything else, his amusement quickly fading away just like that.

Instead he scoffed and snapped "she's not fun. Now shut up and let's play the game." Despite that, he turned down the volume anyway. She needed her sleep after all.

For the next few days, Cherrie and Quinn tried to stay out of each other's way. Well. More like Quinn stayed out of her way while Jack and Trevor took over and became her new best friends despite Quinn telling them to fuck off mulitple times.

Neither of them listened and he was more than peeved to see them greeted with a sweet smile and hang out invitations from her right off the bat.

While all Quinn got was multiple 'get fucked you fucking fuck.' And his favourite 'get out of my way before you become my new doormat.'

She was getting wildly creative with her insults, and each one she snapped made it harder for him to control his laughter. Not wanting her to know just how much their bickering amused him.

It was Friday night, and Quinn was holed up in his room listening to some music. Sick and tired of seeing his brother and Trevor laughing and having fun with Cherrie all day, the three off them having went to the beach and come home and spent hours playing video games and just hanging out.

Jack had tried to get him to join in but one look at Cherrie, sun kissed with wet hair and sunburn on her pretty face had him declining so quickly that even Cherrie looked at him funny.

But then it started getting dark and he was brought out his thoughts by Cherrie casually walking into his bedroom like it was her own. Kicking the door shut with her foot as she balanced several dresses over her arms.

Ignoring his shocked look, she held up a white silk dress to her body

"This looks good on me , no?" Looking at him Impatiently for an answer. Hair blow dried, still dressed in a small dressing gown after the quick shower she had taken. Not bothered at all.

Quinn swallowed. Eyes flickering down to her bare legs before looking down to his bedcovers . "Er-I don't know." He mumbled "I'm not the one for fashion advise. Try Jack." He bitterly added.

Cherrie just scoffed "I did. He's no help. He thinks I look hot in everything. I need honesty. Brutal. Okay?" She instructed him.

Quinn barely had a chance to breath before she suddenly dropped her silk dressing gown onto the floor. Giving him the sight of her stood there, in front of his bed , dressed in a matching pale pink lace set before she was pulling the dress over her head.

"Fucks sake Cherrie!" He hissed at her , wide eyed and flushed red.

Unable to look away from her as he watched her smooth the silk over her body, turning to look in his mirror. Twisting side to side, only to give him an even better view of her ass in the figure hugging dress.

She ignored his shock and simply frowned at her reflection. "Is this see through at the back?" She asked him. Turning her ass to him fully, not warnting to go out in a dress like that.

Quinn gulped, hesitated . Eyes flickering to her face to make sure that she was serious , then he trailed his gaze down to her ass and hummed a little .

Breathing a little shakily as he mumbled "yeah. I can -I can see the thong. And can see right through." He let her know. Not knowing where to look.

Cherrie decided that for him. He choked on his breath again as she huffed and whipped the dress over her head, grabbing another one this time as she talked casually to him while she put it on

"It's so annoying. I like this one but it has a slit..too high or no?" She smoothed the red velvet dress over her body, then put her leg up on the bed so he could see the slit that ran up her thigh to her hip bone when she moved.

Quinn felt a little faint .

Taking deep breaths , mouth running dry as he looked at her tanned leg , oiled up with moisturiser in front of him. He felt his heart beat in his head. That couldn't be good, could it?

"You look-" incredibly sexy. He didn't say "that's not the one." He didn’t want her wandering out anywhere in that dress. Selfish reasons, he knew. But he wouldn't ever admit it.

Cherrie nodded like she agreed "I was a little worried. I don't want my pussy out in the night ya know? It's an easy access desss but.." she trailed off with a shrug.

Forgetting just who she was talking to for a moment. Instead she treated him like one of her girlfriends whenever they got ready for nights out together.

“I think this might be the one." She said slyly as she pulled on a simple , little black dress. Tight and hugging with lace holding up her chest, making her tits seem even bigger than they were. It hugged her like second skin, the back low, so she unhooked her bra and pulled it off easily.

She then threw her bra at Quinn who caught it with a heavy blink, brain slugging as he looked down at the lace in his hands then back up at Cherrie again. Wondering dazedly if he was dreaming.

"Yeah.." was all he could mumble out. "I guess that ones okay." He said. Speechless.

Rolling her eyes, she laughed. Having already had a few too many glasses with Trevor when he had decided that they needed a night out .

"This will get me free booze all night baby!" She cheered at her reflection. Fixing her hair and letting out a pleased hum at what she saw.

“Are you coming?" She then asked Quinn , turning to look at him after she was done.

Sitting down on the end of his bed to put on her sparkling heels, she looked up at him Impatiently when he didn't answer.

He shut his gaping mouth and exhaled "where are you going?"

"The bar. With Trevor and my brother. We're gonna meet some more of their friends There. Jacks not going though , still hungover from yesterday." She told him in amusement. Having spent the night at the club with them last night too.

Quinn scoffed and shook his head "no way." A night in a stuffy bar watching his friends hit on her? And her flirt back? Sounded like a fucking nightmare.

Cherrie felt weirdly disappointed , but she tried not to let it show. Instead she let the disappointment turn to Annoyance , standing back up once her heels were on and scoffing down at him.

"Whatever , You're so boring!" She glared down at him, wondering why she even bothered inviting him at all. She didn't like him. What the hell was she doing?

Quinn scoffed too, sitting up to glare back at her. "Yeah well. We'll see how fun you are when you come back pregnant and regretting ever going!" He snapped back at her.

She huffed , picked up a random shirt from his floor and hauled it at his head.

“Fuck you! You asshole!" She shouted at him, yanking open the door, blood boiling . Regretting ever speaking to him willingly.

Jack paused in shock, plate in his hand with a sandwich halfway to his mouth , about to knock on Quinn's door to see if he wanted to play some video games. Only to blink in disbelief as the door swung open and Cherrie stormed out of his brothers room, face red and pissed off. Not even sparing him a glance.

"No! Fuck you!" Quinn yelled back. Then the slam of the front door rattled the apartment .

Leaving Jack to slowly enter his brothers doorway in shock, eyes blowing wide as he looked at Quinn's red cheeks and scowling face . A lace bra in his lap.

"Dude!" Jack couldn't believe it "what happened to being nice to ladies?" He had never heard Quinn speak like that to anyone, ever. Never mind a woman.

Quinn let out a strangled sound, cheeks on fire as he looked at where she had been stood, flustered.

"She is not a lady! She's a fucking siren or -she's a ! Fuck! - " he huffed, struggling for words. Barely able to look his brother in the eye as he shoved him out of his room. Wanting to be alone.

“-that's the kind of woman that if you look at her too long she snatches your fucking heart out and never gives it back!" He shouted , muttering curses before he then slammed the door in his face with a huff.

Leaving Jack to stare at the closed door for a minute in disbelief, then he snorted .

Then he grinned widely in amusement

"Oh no. He likes her." He realised. Chuckling to himself as he quickly ran to get his phone to tell their friends of the latest development.

By the time half past one in the morning rolled around and Cherrie was still not back yet, Quinn finally emerged from his room , trying to act

Nonchalant as he asked his brother about their whereabouts.

"Dunno." Jack just shrugged hiding his smirk behind his drink "she's out with Trevor . So she might not come back tonight at all." He couldn't help but add, just to rile him up. To see how he would react.

Quinn stood there with his hands on his hips, looking over at the front door as though she was going to suddenly burst through it.

Then he felt his heart sink deeper in his stomach as realised that his brother might just be right, the thought of her out there cuddling up with Trevor or worse, some Random asshole at the bar , made him restless on his feet for a reason he didn't want to admit.

"I can't sleep." He blurted out instead.

Hands In his joggers pockets as he tried to stop himself from fidgeting , eyes drifting over to the loveseat that she always curled on. Her blanket still there, he slowly walked over to the chair , unease growing.

What the hell was wrong with him? And why the hell did he even care about what she did?

He didn't.

He didnt. She could do whatever and whoever the fuck she wanted. He tried convincing himself but his hand snook out of his pocket and began fiddling with the edge of her blanket and he knew that he was fucked.

Jack peered over at him in amusement "obviously." He stated with a smirk, "tried shutting your eyes?"

I have. He wanted to snap back. But every time I do I see Cherrie in situations I would rather not see. Some horrifically including Trevor and now he felt sick.

Instead he muttered casually "I could go for a drink." Trying to act like it was no big deal.

Jack looked at him like he was insane "now? But you said you didn't want to go out tonight!" He exclaimed.

Wide eyes watching his older brother pick up his jacket and wallet , not bothered that he was dressed in sweatpants and a sweatshirt, hair a mess around his head.

He just grabbed a cap from the wall and placed it backwards on his head, shrugging at him casually.

"Well I've changed my mind. Let's go." He simply said.

Cherrie couldn't believe what she was seeing as she stood by the pool table watching the guys mess on, drunkenly placing bets on who would win.

She glanced over to the bar and had to do a double take as she saw the two brothers walking over to them , eyes going wide as she looked at Quinn , in full lazy sweats , giving her a small smirk.

She frowned "what the fuck?" Almost falling over as she gripped trevors arm, nudging him to look over at their new guests of the night.

He looked just as surprised, but welcomed them with a happy grin. "Dudes! Want a drink?!" Be passed them both a bottle of beer from the table .

Quinn slowly saddled up next to her , not even glancing at her as he watched the guys suck at playing pool. So close that their arms brushed.

Missing the looks that Trevor and Jack shot them as his brother muttered something to him in amusement, both friends shaking their heads at him in amusement .

Cherrie was still scowling at him , nudging his side a little too hard . Cocktail glass tight in her hand "what happened to not your scene?" She sarcastically said, yet there was no denying the pleased feeling rising beneath her skin at the sight of him.

He just shrugged, sipping on his beer before answering . "Couldn't sleep." He muttered the same excuse that he had to his Brother.

It didn't work on her either.

She just rolled her eyes at him playfully "no shit. You look like an asshole." She commented, smacking the backwards cap on top of his head. Liking the look on him. Not that she would tell him that.

He just chuckled , looking her over with a small smirk. "And you look like a drunk idiot. What perfume are you wearing? Vodka." He snarked back at her . Tugging at the ends of her long hair , grinning when she slapped his hand away with a glare.

Squinting her eyes up at him, she leaned into his side so he could hear her better over the loud music and chatter surrounding them. Both of them lost in their own world together . He leaned closer to her too, neither moving away.

"You wished you smelt and looked this good." She muttered while giggling , throwing the rest of her drink down in one go.

Then she passed him her Empty glass and said "buy me another one?"

He rose a brow at her in amusement "missing a word there princess." He replied. Nudging her along with him to the bar anyways.

Digging his free hand into his pocket for his wallet, hiding a smile as he felt her clutch onto the back of his sweatshirt to keep herself close as they pushed through the crowd.

"Now?" She guessed. Grinning up at him cheekily.

Quinn just rolled his eyes and ordered her drink "please." He muttered passing his card over, ordering one for him later as well.

She snorted "please what hockey boy?" Before he could bicker back with her , he stilled when she suddenly let out a loud gasp , head snapping over to makeshift dance floor.

"Oh my god!" She exclaimed happily as she started to loudly sing along to the song blaring around them

"Romeo save me I’ve been feeling so alone! I've been waiting for you but you never come- is this in my head I don't know what to think-" she tugged at his hands as she danced around him happily .

Only stopping short when his voice lowly joined in "-he knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring-" he sang quietly grinning at the look of shock on her pretty face as she gaped up at him .

Heart fluttering in her chest, she gripped onto his arms and beamed brightly "you’re a swiftie?" She breathed out in amazement .

He chuckled, nodding his head as he pulled her closer and twirled her around . Smiling a little as she giggled and fell against him "mmm. Of course. I'm not deaf." He muttered before looking at her beaming smile and scrunched up nose and sighed longingly

"not blind either." He added.

"It's a love story baby just sayyy.." she sang while holding out a pretend microphone to him as she lifted up her arm, making him twirl beneath it.

Both of them too busy laughing and dancing together to see the looks of shock and disbelief from their friends, Jack slowly lifting his phone up in shock to film them for evidence later. Unable to believe the sight in front of him. Gaping at the sight of Quinn twirling around with her while singing Taylor fucking swift.

"Yes." Quinn muttered finishing the lyric as he chuckled, almost crashing into the stool behind him as she suddenly twirled him again. "Okay! Okay!" He laughed nodding over to their drinks at the bar "come on ."

She followed him easily, still singing as she clutched his hand without even relaxing it.

"Can we make a Taylor swift playlist to play on the ride back?" She looked up at him hopefully , too drunk and happy to realise that she was staring. She tugged off his Cap and placed it backwards on her own head,  making Quinn hide a smile behind his glass.

"Obviously."

Three o'clock in the morning and they stumbled back into the apartment , shoving at each other like little kids as they playfully  argued about which type of shoes were better.

"Boots make every outfit have a little bit of ..spice ya know?" She argued , a dr Martin lover through and through.

Quinn scoffed at her amusedly "yeah in 2010. You gonna wear your wide brim hat and moustache tshirt as well?" He teased . Tugging on her hair again like a child with a crush .

She rolled her eyes at him with a grin, laughing loudly "no! You wear slides like everywhere! You can’t speak!" She countered back. Cheeks flushed from the alcohol and just having fun with him.

"Can too. No laces, no hassle. Just the way I like it." He said.

Letting her hold onto him as she pulled off her heels, grabbing onto her arm when she wobbled , giggling beneath her breath. "You should try it. Better than those weapons." He nodded at her poor ankles.

Straightening back up, she sighed dramatically "no. They make my legs look so good. I'll look like an idiot wearing a mini dress with slides ." She slurred as they stumbled down the hall to their rooms.

Quinn just shook his head with a small smile, hand hovering over her back in case she stumbled again, not wanting her to fall flat on her pretty face .

"No you won't. That's not possible." He muttered, yawning loudly . He ran his fingers through the ends of her hair again just because he could, in awe of how soft it felt between his fingertips .

Cherries eyes fluttering as she leant against her doorframe , yawning as well.

“Why not?" She struggled not to fall asleep right there and then. Enjoying his company so much, she kind of didn’t want him to leave her at all. Weird.

Quinn shrugged lazily , drunk and happy "cause it's you." He simply mumbled. Meaning it.

It wasn't possible for her to look bad, or stupid or like an idiot. She could wear a trash bag and she Would still look Beautiful .

She didn't say anything. Just bit down on her bottom lip . pushed away the giddy feeling in her chest and sighed dramatically .

Squeezing his bicep gently before finally letting go "night Quinn. Maybe you'll sleep and wake up as beautiful as me." She joked.

He chuckled, pushed her a little to get her through her door, unable to tear his eyes away from her toothy grin.

She was so fucking beautiful , it made it hard to breath.

"Get some sleep and maybe you'll wake up less of a bitch." He countered back , kicking his foot up to kick her gently in her ass.

Snickering a little when she shot him a playful glare over her shoulder , kicking him back in his ankle without missing a beat.

“Maybe you'll wake up and be Sidney Crosby." She shot back, both grinning despite their petty words.

Quinn shook his head in amusement , flicking her forehead with his fingers , before finally backing away towards his own bedroom before he did something as stupid as kiss her .

“Fuck you." He said instead.

She bit down on her bottom lip to hide her besotted grin "fuck you too."

They both went to sleep and dreamt of dancing together to Taylor swift underneath the stars , body as aligned as the planets above.

The next week passed by quick with Quinn sticking to cherries side, both of them insulting each and picking at each other like little kids. But despite their teasing, they never left each other's side for very long.

Quinn insisting that he come along to her shopping trips in case she picked something hideous , despite her being a model who dressed like one too.

Cherrie making up excuses to get him to come along with her to see movies, to the bar , to get her nails done and Quinn always sliding them his card before she could pay for herself . Resulting in them bickering until she finalllt gave in, insisting on buying him ice cream to make up for it.

Everybody knew what was going on, everybody but her brother Roman who got the surprise of his life as he watched his sister walk out of Quinn's bedroom with him casually, like it was no big deal.

Jack not even blinking an eye, simply lifting his hand to high five Cherrie as she passed him, eyes not leaving the tv. Used to the two of them constantly being attached to the hip now.

Quinn headed into the kitchen and picked out two water bottles, handing one to his sister without saying a word.

Running a hand through his hair, he mumbled "golfing?" To her quietly. Roman watching their interaction in disbelief . Wondering what the hell he had missed.

Cherrie hummed while typing on her phone, pulling herself up to sit on the counter beside him. Both doing their own thing but still in their own bubble together .

"I'm shit at it. I told you." She muttered back to him as she scoffed at a text her friend sent her, briefly lifting her phone in front of Quinn to show him the photo of her friends new boyfriend.

“That's the one I was telling you about." She said.

He glanced at the picture and muttered "looks like a finance bro." Smiling a little when she huffed out a laugh. Pride filming him that he could make her laugh like that.

"Looks like a dickhead you mean." She corrected, both of them snickering meanly between each other.

Then Quinn got back on to the golfing topic "I'll teach you. It's not serious. Just hitting some balls into some tight holes." He heard what he said a second too late. Immediately glancing over at her with narrowed eyes "don't even say it."

She laughed loudly , slapping his shoulder with a grin on her face. "It's too hard! I can't!"  She giggled.

Quinn groaned "don't. Don't make me say it."

She wiggled her brows "come on. You know you want to." She sang.

He sighed in defeat , fighting back ahinst a grin as he muttered "that's what she said." Ashamed of himself for giving in to her childishness , he shook his head amusedly .

Cherrie just ruffled his hair with her hand , oblivious to her gaping brother on the couch. Jack amusedly watching his reaction with a grin , used to it now.

He then picked up his jacket and picked up his car keys, heading over to the front door without even glancing back.

“There's a five star food bar there." He simply told her. Knowing it would do the trick.

Cherrie came running, shoving on her slides that Quinn had gotten her after all their bickering about his own . They had a matching pair now.

Quinn then grabbed his cap and placed it on her head, then wrapped her up in his jacket too.

"Tacos?"

"Tacos." He confirmed. Then they were gone.

Leaving her brother to Gape at the front door in disbelief. Mouth opening and closing Several times before he turned to look at Jack in shock

"She hates him?" He didn't sound so sure now. Confused to how his sister had went from cursing out Quinn to going golfing with him while wearing his jacket .

Jack smirked knowingly "does she?" He rose a brow at him waiting for him to catch up.

Roman blinked dumbly "she doesn't?"

Jack just laughed and laughed and laughed "think my brother lied to you man."

Roman thought back to the first day when he had told Quinn not to fall in love with her, how Quinn had scoffed and told him 'that was never going to happen.'

He groaned in disbelief . Jack laughed loudly . He really should have seen this coming.

Cherrie found herself sat at one of his games, wearing Quinn's jersey as she sat beside Jack, munching on popcorn as she watched the players come out . Eyes wide with excitement , having never seen a hockey game live before.

"So.." Jack looked at her with a grin as he eyed the jersey she was wearing with his brothers name on the back "hate him still?" He teased knowingly.

Cherrie just hummed with a serious resting bitch face "can't fucking stand him." She blandly replied.

Sticking up her middle finger at Quinn when he skated past where they were sitting, making him grin to himself in amusement before he focused back on his game.

His brother shook his head in amazement "is fuck you ..like your guys ‘okay’?" He wondered out loud. Having seen the both of them always swearing at each other with smiles on their faces. It was weird.

Cherrie just looked back at him in confusion "huh?"

He sighed loudly "it's a film- never mind. You two are weird." He stated in amusement, knowing he would never understand their dynamic . But his brother was happy, and that was all he cared about.

"do you like my brother Cherrie?” He decided to just go right ahead and ask her instead .

She looked at him, looked at Quinn then hid her grin behind her popcorn. "No. He sucks." She muttered.

Jack couldn't help himself "thought you were the sucker in your relationship." Earning himself a smack to his arm, he just giggled like a naughty child in return .

Rolling her eyes at him, she ignored the flush in her cheeks and replied quickly "their is no relationship. I don't like him. I don't care about him-." Obviously Lying through her teeth.

And Jack could only watch in absolute disbelief as Quinn got slammed against the boards by another player, watched the way Cherrie immediately jumped out of her seat in a rage.

"Fucking cunt!" She yelled loudly , scowling darkly as she watched him shove Quinn down again until he fell flat on his ass.

“Fucking get him Quinn! Break his legs!" She was a little too passionate.

Jack was tugging at the back of her jersey with a nervous laugh to get her to calm down as those surrounding them looking at them judgmentally.

Well. Looked at Cherrie banging on the glass telling his brother to pound the dickheads face in, getting creative with her ideas of revenge.

“ Cherrie! Shhh!" He giggled while Watching his brother shove the player back, snarling something at him.

He saw the other player respond and look their way, directly at Cherrie, knowing exactly who he was chirping about to get a rise of of his bier. He winced in sympathy for him .

The guy motioned towards Cherrie and smirked, muttering something to him. Then Quinn spat something back and threw off his gloves before slamming him to the floor, hitting him without any hesitation.

Cherrie yelled excitedly "woooh! That’s it baby!" Grinning widely as she watched the referee separate them.

Quinn still yelling shit at the other player. Then he looked towards them to see their reaction to his behaviour , saw Cherrie's proud smile and found his shoulders relaxing even as he skated towards the penalty box. Glad that she wasn’t pissed off or turned off by him fighting. Fighting back the twitch of his lips at how proud she looked as she gave him a thumbs up, eyes glittering.

As she finally retook her seat , there was a moment of amused silence between them as she fought back her breath from all her shouting .

Then finally "so. Don't care about him?" Jack repeated her words with a smug smirk on his face.

Cherrie just rolled her eyes with a easy Grin "shut up." Was all she could reply. 

Heart racing in her chest, unable to take her eyes off Quinn as she watched him pull off his helmet to wipe his face . Glaring angrily at the player still.

She then sighed in defeat.

Fucked. She was completely fucked.

Quinn rose a brow in surprise when he came out of the locker room to find Cherrie waiting for him , unable to stand still as she fidgeted with the sleeves of his jersey she was wearing.

Making him hide his grin behind his hand at the sight of her in his shirt , his number and name on her back. Feeling his heart race just at the sight of her there. Waiting for him.

God. It felt like a dream. Walking towards her and seeing her face light up for him.

She ran over to him as soon as she saw him coming , shaking her head with a loud exhale.

“That guy was a asshole!" She exclaimed . Shaking her head in amazement . Still filled with adrenaline from watching it all go down.

Quinn chuckled , grabbed her elbow and pulled her into his side as they passed some people to get down to a quieter corridor , leading towards the exit where his car was parked.

"Complete dick." He agreed easily before grinning as be recalled her yelling and her proud grin when he finally took him down. "You seemed to enjoy yourself." He said amused.

She tried to school her excitement but couldn't , instead she nudged him and grinned "I didn't know you had it in you."

Then she looked at him, really looked at him, wet hair from his quick shower , all rugged, roughened up and pretty.

Recalling the way he had slammed that guy to the ice, she blurted out before she could stop herself “that was really hot." Not regretting it either .

She wasn't the kind to back out. She was committed now, there was no turning back.

Quinn froze and tugged her to a stop , blinking down at her slowly as he wondered if he heard her right.

Inhaling deeply as he looked at her wide eyes and flushed cheeks , the way she couldn't take her eyes off him. Fingers squeezing his hip as she nudged him with a cheeky grin on her pretty face.

She meant it.

"Really?" He breathed out in shock "me?" He couldn't believe it. Even going as fair as pointing a finger at himself . Like there was anyone else around.

Cherrie just nodded her head, hooked her elbow through his and bit Down on her bottom lip till it hurt.

“Yeah. Kind of want to fuck you now." She told him bluntly , the only way she knew how.

She wasn't good at feelings. Wasn't the kind of girl to sit there and proclaim her love through poetic words and sweet gestures . That just wasn't who she was. That was Taylor swift’s job. Maybe she could sing a song to him later instead .

Quinn knew that. And He heard her loud and clear.

He went bright red, scratching at his burning neck sheepishly , his eyes darting to the ground, to Cherrie and then to the exit doors before darting back to her again.

He swallowed nervously "I mean- you can-" he stammered shyly "if you want to I mean- we could-"

She cut him off quickly "Yeah. I do want . You I mean." Eagerly tugging him along with her as her heart hammered away in her chest, belly hot and head spinning.

She wanted him so bad.

He nodded his head eagerly , letting out a overwhelmed laugh. "Yeah. Yeah. Cool. Okay-" he ran his free hand through his hair nervously

"home?" He muttered , breath catching in his throat when she looked over at him quietly for a moment

Then she shook her head with a soft smile and agreed quietly "home."

They barely managed to stumble to his car before Quinn was pushing her up against the door, body pressed tightly against her own as he leant his head down and kissed her.

Moaning against her mouth as he felt her slide her hand into his back pocket and squeeze his ass, roughly pulling his hips up against her own as she bit down on his bottom lip hotly.

"Shit. Fuck.." he breathed out , eyes dark as he panted breathlessly against her mouth. Pulling back to kiss down her neck, marking her , tongue soothing over the sting as he held her as close as could possibly be .

Dipping his head to kiss her again and again and again, he exhaled shakily "you know right?" He mumbled begween kisses.

Cupping the back of her neck and stroking her ear gently, heart feeling like it was too full too handle. Goosebumps breaking out on his skin when she pulled away just enough to smile up at him, lips now the same colour as her name that he muttered out in awe.

“Cherrie…”

She laughed breathlessly against his jaw, kissing up to his cheekbone as she ran her fingers through his hair, tugging at it until he was moaning aginst her mouth shamelessly .

"I do." She didn't give a shit anymore . Tough girl act gone out of the window.

All she felt was her heart racing beneath her skin , then the feeling of his hands slipping beneath her shirt and the trembling of his lips as he laid his heart out on her sleeve, for her to do whatever she wanted with it.

"You’re gonna be my Taylor coded boyfriend now Quinn. Alright?" She let him know.

Lips pressing all over his face , lipstick print covering his skin as she left a red stain on his heart. He didn't wipe it away, he planned to keep it there forever.

He laughed shyly against her, eyes fluttering with bliss as she kissed his eyelids , then kissed his nose, kissing downwards till she reached his lips again.

"Sounds cool." He mumbled , licking the roof of her mouth as they made out aginst his car like teenagers.he couldn't wait to get her home.

"Can I say it?" He whispered pleadingly , hand on her hip and the other in the back pocket of her shorts as he held her close to him.

Breathless , overwhelmed and utterly fucked in the best way. She smiled knowingly

"You can tell me everything." She said. Meaning it. She wasn’t afraid anymore.

He looked at her and knew, and he knew that she knew it too. It was there right from the start , when she had crashed onto his place , made it her own. When they had argued, had bickered, had pushed and shoved, and pulled at each other's hair and clothes . Had challenged and dared eachother to do it.

So he did "I love you." He admitted to her, honesty flowing as freely through him as his love for her did.

"I think I always will." He said. Kissing her again.

She laughed softly against his lips "I know." She hummed, eyes sparkling as she grinned up at him

“I love you too. Stupid thing for us to do huh?" She said.

He laughed breathlessly "so stupid. But- hockey player so.." he shrugged his shoulders jokingly as he pulled away from her.

Opened up the passenger seat door and kicked her ass with his foot, making her giggle as he nudged her into the seat. Laughing with her.

"What's your excuse?" He teased her as he ran around to his side of the car, slipping in and turning on the engine. He pulled up his phone and put in their playlist they had made in the bar.

She looked at him, looked at his shy smile and his rosy cheeks, his flustered laugh as he leant over to buckle her in.

She sighed happily "stupidity is contagious. Remember?" She simply replied.

He laughed as Taylor swift sounded from the speakers , both of their hands reaching out to turn it up as lover played loud and clear.

Cherrie shook her head with a playful wince "this is all Taylor's fault. I mean-it's like she plans it. You're my song. All those songs I've sang along to.." she groaned , head resting on his shoulder as she kissed him there. Wanting to be close.

“I was singing about you all along!"

Quinn picked up her hand and kissed her knuckles , then held it in his own. Sighing blissfully

"Actually. It's your brothers fault really." He muttered , chuckling in amusement at how the tables had turned. "He made me swear that I wouldn't fall in love with you." He told her.

Cherrie exhaled long and hard , sharing a amused glance with Quinn.

He tutted "I don't like being told what to do. So..it's all his fault."

She nodded her head along seriously "complete dick. All his fault."

He nodded too , grinning against her knuckles as he kissed her hand again just because he could now.

"Complete asshole."

"Fuck him."

"Fuck him."

She looked over at him slyly "fuck me?"

He smirked contently "for the rest of our lives."

It's been a long time coming but..

He wouldn't change a single thing. And they could put the blame on Taylor and her brother anyways.

#quinn hughes fic #quinn hughes oneshot #quinn hughes imagine #nhl imagine #nhl oneshot #nhl fic #hockey oneshot #ice hockey imagine #hockey imagine

[sunaluv]

[admit your faults]

in which suna doesn’t realise what he’s done until you’re gone. cw: angst, swearing, suna being an idiot

part 2 here

honestly wrote this bc I'm sick of the angst where you always forgive him likeeee grow a backbone...

suna made a mistake. a huge one.

honestly, looking back, he doesn't know why he found it so difficult to admit his wrongdoings.

the volleyball boys had just secured another win to their endless streak, your boyfriend playing a major role. 

the whole journey home had been filled with high spirits and the boys whooped and hollered. sadly, you couldn't make it due to the brutal assignments dumped on you. rintaro will admit, he was upset that you wouldn’t be there and he was in a bit of a slump during the first set, but he quickly got over it.

the bus pulled in, and the boys were getting ready to leave after a short brief from their coach.

“rin!” a feminine voice called to him as he was leaving. 

he turned around just in time to see their manager swing her arm around his neck, rubbing his head affectionately.

“well done on the win today! you really stepped up your game.” she teased. “what was up with you during the first half anyways?” her chipper voice held a teasing tone.

“It was nothing, my girl couldn't come to see me is all.” the mention of you made her brows furrow.

“thats a shame,” she was now rubbing his arm affectionately, her face inching towards his.

had someone walked in just then, you wouldn't be surprised if they were together. the tender gazes, the faint blush on the both of them and the closeness of their faces.

“rintaro.” you called from the doorway. the anger in your tone snapped both of them out of their trance and they both turned to you.

he made his way to you, a soft smile on his face, which you didn't bother to return. first sign that he fucked up.

you wouldn’t say your boyfriend was dumb, but he had to be if he couldnt notice his managers obvious advances on him.

“hey baby,” he quickly wrapped an arm around you, lightly pecking your forehead. “lets go?”

you didn't say anything, but allowed him to lead the way.

the sky started to darken by now, and barely anyone remained in the school. the sound of your shoes hitting the dirt path was the only thing heard in the tension filled air.

“whats up with you?”

“are you seriously asking me that right now?” you seethed. 

he stopped, seemingly surprised by your tone. 

you've told him multiple times that his manager had a massive crush on him. you told him all about how she’s set you up to look bad, how she’s constantly squeezing herself into his dms and the both of you were even there when she admitted she had an infatuation with your boyfriend.

however, he brushed it off telling you you were overreacting and that he'll be more direct with her.

‘be more direct with her’ my ass.

“what did i do?” he seemed oblivious.

“so you’re just gonna let her rub all up on you like that?” there was no stopping you now. “You said you’ll tell her straight up that you dont like her, unless you were lying?”

He turned to stand in front of you, hands grabbing both of your arms. “What are you talking about? Calm down babe”

“dont tell me to calm down,” you shrugged out of his hold, taking a step back “you’re making me look like a fucking idiot, i have everyone telling me my boyfriend is a two timer how do you think that makes me feel.”

like a smack in the face, he winced and retreated a little. “she's just really friendly i don't-”

“my ass,” you stressed. He didn't seem to  understand why you were so angry. “you know damn well if i let osamu rub up on me like that, you'd throw a fit.”

“that's different” he seemed to find his voice now. “He clearly has a crush on you.”

oh boy, you could laugh in his face so hard right now. 

but you opted for a light chuckle. “listen to yourself. honestly, i cant keep doing this with you, i can't be with someone who makes me feel this pathetic.”

you started to tear up, backing away from him. his mind immediately went to the worst case scenario.

‘nonono don't do this to me, i'll do better!’ is what he wanted to say. 

Instead he was silent.

“i'm breaking up with you. do what you want, entertain whoever you please, you’re free from the guilt now assuming you had any”

with that you left, leaving your now ex-boyfriend silently crying in the middle of the school grounds.

© sunaluv do not repost, steal, copy or edit

#suna x reader #suna angst #haikyuu angst #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x black reader #suna rintaro x reader #suna x you #suna x y/n #suna x reader angst #hq angst #hq x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyuu

[bewitchingfanfiction]

Homestuck Fic (2020/1/10)

KARKAT: DAVE. WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT SOMETHING SERIOUS.

DAVE: dude i swear the tentacles dont bother me

KARKAT: WHAT? HOLY FUCK NO. THAT'S NOT WHAT THIS IS ABOUT.

DAVE: oh

DAVE: shit did you find out about my stash

KARKAT: YOUR WHAT?

DAVE: ...

DAVE: why dont you just talk and ill shut the fuck up

KARKAT: GOOD PLAN. WE SHOULD DO IT MORE OFTEN. ANYWAYS YOU, YOU MIGHT WANT TO SIT DOWN.

DAVE: this must be pretty big

DAVE: alright lay it on me

KARKAT: KANAYA AND I...HAD A MOMENT.

DAVE: ...

DAVE: what kind of moment

KARKAT: I WAS UPSET BECAUSE OF A MOVIE I WAS WATCHING WHEN SHE CAME OVER TO BORROW A NOVEL I PROMISED SHE COULD LOOK AT. I STARTED CRYING BECAUSE OF COURSE I DID, IT WAS FUCKING TITANIC HOW DO YOU NOT CRY? STRIDER STOP LAUGHING SHUT THE FUCK UP.

DAVE: sorry

KARKAT: ANYWAYS SHE SAT DOWN NEXT TO ME WHILE I WAS CRYING AND...AND...

DAVE: ...

KARKAT: SHE...SHOOSH PAPPED ME.

DAVE: uh what

DAVE: you mean she caressed your face

KARKAT: NO YOU FUCKING IDIOT IT'S COMPLETELY DIFFERENT. THIS IS SHOOSH PAPPING 

DAVE: ow what the fuck

DAVE: why did you hit me

KARKAT: RIGHT HUMANS ARE DELICATE AND FRAGILE AS SHIT, SORRY. BUT THAT'S WHAT MOIRAILS DO TO COMFORT EACH OTHER.

DAVE: ooohhhh this is a moirail thing

KARKAT: YES DAVE. IT'S A 'MOIRAIL THING' BUT I SWEAR NOTHING ELSE HAPPENED WE WERE BOTH HORRIFIED AFTERWARDS WHEN WE REALIZED WHAT WE DID. I'M SO SORRY DAVE IT MEANT NOTHING TO ME.

DAVE: dude

DAVE: you look ready to start hyperventilating 

DAVE: calm the fuck down

KARKAT: ...YOU'RE NOT MAD?

DAVE: fuck no 

DAVE: dude your moirail shit is basically just friendship to me

DAVE: i know theres more to it for you guys than that but like

DAVE: it doesnt make a difference for me

DAVE: but i get that youre like super freaked out about this so uh...

KARKAT: ...

DAVE: ...

KARKAT: DID YOU JUST...SHOOSH PAP ME?

DAVE: fuck did i do it wrong

DAVE: shit

KARKAT: NO YOU DID IT RIGHT BUT...

KARKAT: WE'RE MATESPRITS. THIS IS MOIRAIL TERRITORY. ARE YOU FLIPPING QUADRANTS ON ME AGAIN?

DAVE: what do you mean again we arent doing the quadrant thing man

DAVE: were human dating

DAVE: arent we

KARKAT: I DON'T FUCKING KNOW ANYMORE. WE NEVER REALLY PUT ANY LABELS ON OUR RELATIONSHIP. HUMAN DATING HUH? WHAT DOES THAT ENTAIL?

DAVE: its basically all the quadrants at once i guess

DAVE: like sometimes you piss me off but other times i just want to cuddle with you till we die

DAVE: and if youre fighting with someone i wanna be the one to calm you down

DAVE: but ill still want to fuck you later

KARKAT: !!!

DAVE: holy shit i did not just say that

DAVE: okay lets pretend i didnt say that one

DAVE: kind of like how i pretend i didnt once call roxy mommy

KARKAT: ...

DAVE: wow thats another thing i just said that you never needed to know

DAVE: like thats pretty much number one on my long list of stuff to never tell anyone

DAVE: right behind that is probably when i commented on her ass

KARKAT: ...

DAVE: okay yeah i should shut up like the words spewing out of my mouth should just come to a fucking halt right now 

KARKAT: DAVE.

DAVE: youre probably very disturbed which one did it

DAVE: which dumb comment is finally gonna make you leave me

DAVE: it was the ass one wasnt it

DAVE: i bet it was

KARKAT: DAVE. SHUT THE FUCK UP.

DAVE: k

KARKAT: ...

DAVE: ...

KARKAT: ...

DAVE: ...

KARKAT: ...

DAVE: just to be clear im not into my sort of mom

KARKAT: DAVE.

DAVE: sorry

KARKAT: LOOK, I KNOW YOU'RE NOT INTO ROXY. I DON'T EVEN REMEMBER HOW WE GOT ON THE TOPIC OF HER ACTUALLY. JUST...ARE WE OKAY?

DAVE: what

DAVE: yeah

KARKAT: OKAY GOOD. I KNOW PALE STUFF DOESN'T MAKE MUCH SENSE TO A HUMAN BUT...IT STILL FELT LIKE I WAS CHEATING ON YOU. SO I'M STILL SORRY.

DAVE: its cool man chill

DAVE: besides youre not breaking up with me

DAVE: right

KARKAT: OF COURSE NOT. HELL NO. THAT'S THE LAST THING I WANT TO DO. 

DAVE: ...cool

KARKAT: HA, YOU'RE BLUSHING, THAT'S ADORABLE.

DAVE: shut the fuck up i am not

KARKAT: YOUR SHADES CAN'T HIDE YOUR WHOLE FACE STRIDER. YOU'RE SO RED I'D THINK YOU WERE SICK.

DAVE: maybe i am sick

DAVE: maybe youve given me some sort of illness that cant ever be cured and well have to live out one of those dramatic scenes from those movies where the girl is laying in the hospital bed dying while the guy declares his undying love for her only our version will be a lot better and a lot gayer which is what makes it better

KARKAT: FUCK THAT. I'M TURNING OFF OUR MOVIE BEFORE WE GET TO THAT POINT THEN. 

DAVE: you cant press pause the remote is broken you gotta see it through

KARKAT: THEN LIKE THOSE SHITTY YET SOMEHOW MAGICAL DISNEY FILMS YOU MADE ME WATCH, I'LL USE THE POWER OF BULLSHIT AND LOVE TO BRING YOU BACK TO LIFE.

DAVE: haha oh really?

DAVE: you know that kind of magic usually requires a kiss

Karkat: HEHE. PREPARED TO BE CURED THEN, STRIDER.

KARKAT: <3

DAVE: <3 

#homestuck #old fic #ao3 fanfic #cringe #davekat

[quintiliusheartripper]

pls show and tell me more about Octavos??? (@commanderhorncleaver)

Im going to be completely honest with you i do not know wben this was sent to me so i hope it wasnt long ago 😭 tumblr mobile on my new iphone (i used to be a android user lol but my dad gave me his old phone since my own broke) is weird

Anyway!!! Octavos!!!

A massive charr at 13ft, his whole bloodline is known for being monsterous sized gaurdians even from ancient times. He is one of my three grothmar born and raised charr (the other two being Vytt, quint’s father and Kytt who is uriahs father) who was given to an ash legion fahrar outside of the main city. It wasnt easy growing up, both because of his size in a place like the ashlegion but because his fahrar wasnt exactly the best. Like rylands there was a lot of abuse just to break the cubs down to be obedient and to harden them for the world.

Regardless hes always been quite a soft but extremely smart charr under his now threatening exterior. His mission for the ash legion after his graduation would be to infiltrate blood legion and root out or track any flame legion comings and goings within their ranks. Even better if he could get juicy tidbits on blood legion too. The best part is it was honestly easy because he just had to go in the ooze pits.

What he didn’t expect was the current imperators son to choose him. Thats right bangar chose him. It was definitely a double edged sword that octavos would have to dance around. Bangar in his youth likely wouldnt be any different from any other charr due to the fact theres still wars to be had against the humans and the flame legion. So i compensate in my writing by making him a little fucking nepotism asshole who would point out his fathers position anytime he wants something. Eventually bangar would realize that this massive charr wasnt as dumb as he pretended to be and they would eventually get into a very close, very casual, relationship. Afterall bangars one and true love is almorra but lets face it bangars the type to fuck others but be a pissy abusive baby when his girlfriend fucks someone else.

Anyway fast forward about ten years after, octavos has quite the dossier and has realized cracks and holes in grothmars defences. Octavos blends perfectly into blood legion, even getting the nickname The Devourer due to his appetite and eatting habits. But things start to get hot, literally, as some important players turn to the flame legion in secret. Plans are whispered among spies and defectors of a bombings and a invasion- the enemies exploiting areas octavos would have noted as weak points. He had a choice to either keep quiet and let it happen or come up with a plan to prevent it and come clean to the imperator about what he was and he did just that.

With the alarms sounded he gave the instructions on how they could prevent it, who to jail with hard evidence to back it up, and he helped lead something that would have had grothmar fall to the burgeoning flame legion.

Regardless bangar is extremely upset about the fact someone he was so weak with and shared so much to was a spy. In my head this plus almorra dumping him for a much nicer ash legion soldier is why he hates ash legion with a passion LMAO

I had done a tiny comic thing for charrtober. Id like to one day expand it more

But this leads to hims become a tribune for ash and head of defence for grothmar, appointed and suggested by the blood imperator. Bangar would soon rip his fathers throat out and become blood legion imperator and the two will instantly start butting heads. Octavos was progressive- he wanted reforms for fahrars both to make it so they were less abusive but so that the intergration of all the legions meant better teamwork. He would also advocate for the treaty and ceasefire as he put forth economic prosperity especially with trade relations and switching people to more important more dire circumstances like branded.

Octavos would eventually find himself in a odd predicament. He was the type who, when travelling the countryside, would help captured humans be able to escape especially if it looked like they werent soldiers. Usually he would buy them and free them. Sometimes he would even kill the charr if they were violent enough. Which he did upon meeting his future mate Silva. The human had known nothing but slavery under the charr (this is years 30-20 years before ceasefire) and upon seeing their violence octavos killed them, took the human with him, and told him to escape to the shiverpeaks. But silva was too scared to try and so octavos struck a deal that he could live in his house (something along the hillsides where the farmwrs are in grothmar) but would be called his slave untill he felt brave enough to go ahead and run. Silva would stay and while octavos would insist he didnt need to do anything silva would help feed octavoses pets and water his rooftop garden. (One pet is a tiny devourer he named Miss Pepper and a skritt named Biknip who was kicked out by the other skritt and just loves how big octavos is. So pet isnt the right word but everyone who sees him says hes octavoses pet) while octavos kept himself from acting inappropriate to someone he was aiming to help and save it was silva who fell for him and they would start a secret relationship in a age a human charr relationship was extremely taboo especially in grothmar. Dont be fooled by the fact he has a mate though. He has quite a few cubs who are adults by now and is still very sexually open to anyone who has the guts to ask him.

As years go by bangar appoints crecia and slowly but surely he loses his positions of power in grothmar. He and crecia are positive towards one another though, octavos sometimes giving tipsand even argued to bangar about the conditions for flame legions integration. He didnt agree to forcing the cubs to assimilate to blood legion as that will cause future animosity that they do not need. Like crecia they will always remember who theg were. He would again bang on about better fahrar structures and wpuld take the commanders and almorras side about aurene. He didnt want war anymore and instead wanted to see the charr become protectors, a spy network, and craftsman for the benefit for the rest of tyria. He would soon continue to butt heads with bangar even more as he railed on him about his failure to deal with the renegades that were hurting charr and foreigners. He would speak out against the antiforeigner sentiment since it rose to not just be about humans anymore. (He could understand that animosity. Like bangar he has seen what the humans can be capable and im still one to believe that while anet plays the humans in a good light due to gw1 i highly doubt the warcrimes just stopped at skinning a charr and wearing their pelts as armor . Or atleast i like to assume it was a lot more even in terms of the horror the two nations did to one another)

Renegades would plant a listening bug into a toy that octavos bought to give to biknip and soon bangar knew of octavoses illicit relationship that disgusted him. He gave octavos a ultimatum before the planning for the legion gathering truely came into motion. Retire early or have your mice killed. He retired, reluctantly. A part of him wishes he had stood up against him more. Maybe if he screamed more it wouldnt have came to civil war. His mate would soon live life as almost a werecharr, using magic. To go between human and charr. They liked the courage they felt as a charr but knew he was safe in octavoses arms even as a human. They would have a baby girl late in their life.

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #gw2 art #guild wars 2 fanart #guild wars 2 art #charr #raes art #furry #guild wars 2 fan submission #octavos #asks

[tatsumi-harem-chronicles]

this is a departure from our regular content but mod asta has been working through main story 4 for a while and during this time mod pensive wrote a hanahaki au about aira that kinda broke them. mod pensive then went on to torture mod asta with aira angst snippets while reading, which have been compiled here for free enjoyment! [no knowledge of the hanahaki fic needed to read, cw: self depreciation]

episode 117 cloudiness AIRA PRACTICING BY HIMSELF AT SKY GARDEN CUTE :shuichi_clutch_chest: OUR HARD WORKING BOY!! i wanna cry [Screenshots: Aira: (I’m no longer alone. I’m no longer just a fan who’s wholeheartedly devoted to idols on the other side of the screen—) Aira: (I know that, but old habits die hard.) Aira: (I was so used to being alone by myself.)] pensive :insanity:

yessum? 👀

hana aira haunting me

then perish, perhaps <;/3

WAAA SUBARU JUMPSCARE [Screenshots: Aira: 1, 2, 3… Subaru: 1, 2, 3~♪] he is so sweet i think ill never be ok again /joke [Screenshot: Subaru: Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you. But you seem so lonely—so I wanted to cheer things up a bit for you♪] AIRA BACKSTORY CRUMBS?! EGWJVSDNBDD HE JUST TELLS HIS WHOLE LIFE STORY TO SUBARU

hes jsut in desperate need of a friend and confidant like that <3 [1]you know, from the bullying and isolation he underwent as a child &lt;3<3

[2]I WANT TO CRY DONT MENTION HIS DAD IN FRONT OF HIM [Screenshots: Subaru: I see. So you’ve had a hard time, too. Aira: What? No, no no, it’s nothing compared to being the son of “that Akehoshi”!] [1]NOOOO

and one of his beloved idols is <3 right there <3 and being<3 so nice <3<3

[3]JUMP OFF THE ROOF YOU BASTARD [Screenshot: Rinne: Kyahaha! Having quite a good time chatting, aren’t you? Count me in♪] GET AWAY FROM MY BOYS

[2]oh no, but now hes ruined this too. poor aira, he has a hard time creating relationships due to the lakc of meaningful ones throughout his life </3

STOP!!! PENSIVE ENOUGHH

[3]stinky disgrace ok ok ill stop i promise /srs

BDJDBFJ YOURE OK im not actually upset!! /gen i know aira was on twitter starting threads defending subarus dad [Screenshot: Aira: (I was a big fan of “that Akehoshi” so I already don’t really know how to respond to his son, and here comes this guy!? Is today my unlucky day?)]

oh nice so anyways he must feel so bad because one of his beloved idols must hate him and he has to deal with the annyoing bastard whose making a mockery of everything he loves </3

CRYING enstars!! is aira suffering

and also torturing his (tentative) friend (bestie) hiiro whose a little oblivious but still trying his best, which is still leagues away from his skill level no matter how much he tries because the talented are just made to succeed and hell never be one <3

im keeping aira away from you /joke [4]like the material you come up with is so heartwretching

but even so the loveable dumbass has his moments and since the fool has already decided to stick with him he could at least offer the same and stay as well :hiiroconfusion: ❤️:airalove: [4]horay that means im getting good!

[5]NO [Screenshot: Rinne: Let me give you a piece of advice, “little girlfriend of his”: don’t get too close to him. Rinne: Because sooner or later, he’ll betray you oh so cruelly…] DONT SAY THAT. RINNE SHUT UP

i have read! truly painful things!

UEVWHABANFJ

i want to inflict! such pain upon others! :arashilove:

Rinne: You can dote on him like a cute animal, but don’t even think about “marrying” him, okay? oh this isnt rinne trying to warn aira about hiiro, this is rinne threatening aira to not date his brother or else rinne’ll throw him out a window

[5][6]dumb stinky asshole he already knows this but he cant bring himself to walk away its like abandoning a poor, feral puppy on the street. sure hes matted and malnurished, underloved and probably has rabies, but he hasnt bitten him yet and thats a lot more than most other things hes loved in his life!

HIIRO WAS QUITE LITERALLY SLEEPING OUTSIDE BEFORE ALKALOID WAS FORMED. BOY WOULD DIE WITHOUT AIRA hiiro: yeah i dont know why rinne would say that. you guys are my friends i would never betray you aira: yeah thats what i thought thats a relief hiiro: i still want to destroy all idols though aira: AAH.. STOP TALKING ABOUT THAT episode 118, heroes

[6](and also the way he leans into affection, at every compliment, always so eager and happy and bright at anything aira does. as if he was something to want, something as precious and amazing as the idols---stars of which he'll never be. and how he offers it all back in turn, multifold. miles and piles and heaps of compliemtns upon hugs upon glomps upon tears and questions and smiles and smiles, everything giving more and more to the little kindle of hope for joy in a future that will never be his that has founded itself within his pathetic, average heart that longs and longs and longs)

:icaca:

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[7]😦 [Screenshots: Aira: (But why did he choose to lead a unit as crazy as Crazy:B and start such a mess?) Aira: (That’s not it. Just now, he felt similar to the time when he made his debut as an idol…) Aira: (He was marketed as “the last old–school super idol” or something like that.) Aira: (But he was eclipsed by the huge success of Eden, who was heavily promoted by COS PRO. After several scandals, the industry no longer paid attention to him.) Aira: (Is that when he took on this twisted personality and chose to behave as if he’s flawed in character?)]

[7][8]aira, as one who has stuck with the things he loves no matter how much its beaten him down, cannot comprehend the actions of the man who has only tasted failure once

[9]this is very sad but i have considered the exact opposite and extremely comedic scenario in which aira decides Fuck It, We Ball and creates a batshit persona in alignment with rinne’s [10][Screenshot: Hiiro: Yes, I’m sorry about that. It was wrong of me to ignore security guards and try to break into the building.] i sent that too early but do i even need to say anything

[8]but at the same time he understands the impatiance, on a primal level. the burning desire that gets snuffed like a candle against an ice rink. its maddening all the work and work and sweat and tears and blood and sleepless nights, breakdowns and sobfests and silence as you try to hide it;try to be the idol you adore try to beat the system that keeps killing and killing and killing that remainging drive inside of you that Will Not. Can. not. go. Out. [9]my brain might b in shipping mode rn bc my first thought was "i think hiiro would b into that tbh"

FUCL. YOU MAY BE RIGHT

im always right :subaruagree:

WHAT DID RINNE TELL YOU TO DO HIIRO.. [Screenshot: Hiiro: (Hmm. Great, I didn’t know what to do… I didn’t think finishing my brother’s order would be this easy.)] exposed lol [Screenshot: Hiiro: Does it? Talking about strangeness, you’re also being strange these days. You disappeared from our dorm several times, didn’t you? Where were you off to? Tatsumi and we are worried.]

[10]aira doesnt know what to do with this stupid, stupid boy. (its not his fault he is gifted, not his fault aira cannot catch up) but, reluctantly, he heart still yet beats. and sighs, and loves

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ah yes, fluff you know, my main writing style is fluff crack i have like. a series of fics which just make fun of the hanahaki genre by turning it all into crack. i wasnt. always like this

I DONT LIKE THESE EPISODE TITLES.. [Screenshot: Main Story 4 Chapter List: Episodes 122-126]

that was, until…. * war flashbacks *

UNTIL ?

moral of the story: blame me for being able to find suburb fanfics, and toku for giving me the main one that created an unedning longing to see my favorite characting in pain bc b4 that i always jsut wanted to see them happy lmao

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episode 120 pitfalls oh dear god its a rinne episode the lack of mayoi is hurting me [11]THE THOUGHT OF TATSUMI DOING WOTAGEI IS KILLING ME [Screenshot: Aira: Yep. While we’re at it, I can teach you some wotagei, the slogans, and gestures we use to cheer for idols.] [pensive is typing for several minutes…] god im in anticipation and fear hiiro dont talk about how awesome your brother is, hes about to do something awful

[11]he would always go along with it because hes a good sport, and for some reason goes along with airas whims. it must be embarassing for the man, surely, as he himself is (still is) a top idol. why must he sink so low as to cheer among the peasents? its all for airas sake isnt it. and he doesnt know whether the heavy feeling in his heart whenever tatsumi accepts an offer to join him (always phrased jsut vaguely enough to hide what the doing entails, as if in some desperate, halfhearted attempted to increase the chances of getting him to say yes. munipluations hidden under smiles and "oh no, you didnt have to"s from a dirty, filthy liar) comes from a place of happiness; of finally being accepted, of having his hobbies, his passions, his life appreciated for the beauty it has seen-- or from a place of crushing, suffocating, unshakable guilt for forcing the role of "savior" upon the man who was crippled for the same reasons once upon a time (like a fairytale….) how dare he try and play with one of his beloved idols. how could he not remember the lessons beaten into him about boundaries. "this is how far your skill takes you, this shall be where you lay" truly, as tatsun would say (in a joking manner, brushed off like a stray piece of lint over his shoulder despite the heavy truth his words hold), he has sinned (it is not a joke) i think i went into mayoi teritory there ngl lol

ok wait sorry for being cringe and dropping off the face of the earth i fell asleep :insanity: I JUST WANT AIRA TO LOVE HIMSELF THIS IS AGONY every time i read ur writing pensive im like “so this is hurt/comfort right?” “:amamismile: he gets comforted later….. right………..”

why hurt/comfort when u can hurt/agony?

NAUR!!!!!!!!

i don't make the rules ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#enstars #ensemble stars #mods talk #main story 4 reaction #writing snippets #alkakurei (discussed) #light hiiai (mentioned) #asta torture #aira angst posts #misc

[bunnyluvs-blog]

My Experiment (Donnie x Reader chp5)

since im gonna disappear for a week im gonna write a mini chapter for advance the plot to where i want it and chp 6 is gonna be the finial i think. yippy !

As you and Donnie danced, you could feel the build up rising in you. You were so scared to kiss him. The dance was going well but lord, what if this kiss ruined y'all friend ship. You couldnt let happen. You didnt need to be his partner, being his friend was enough. When the kiss finally came, you tilted your head to the side, so he would kiss your cheek and not your lips. The was too much anyways. You turned red, but you couldnt tell if it was because of happiness or embarrassment. You left the room before anyone could say anything. Holding back tears, you didnt want to kiss Donnie because you had to, you wanted to do it because you wanted to.

Everyone just watched you leave. "Ok spill it, what was the point of this" Donnie said with a somewhat angry tone. April and Leo looked at eachother and looked away. He knew it, he knew they had planned something. "We didn't mean any harm, we just wanted to, speed the process along..??" Leo said with an anxious tone, trying not to piss his brother off more. What process? Just because he liked you doesnt mean you liked him. "Leo they dont like me like that, dont force it." Donnie said taking a deep breath and he left the room.

You were hiding from everyone. You were embarrassed, upset, confused, and just plain, stupid. God you shouldve just kissed him. Maybe you shouldve just said no to the kiss. Either way, you were filled with emotions. You didnt wanna talk, see, or just think about anything. You just wanted to be by yourself.

Its been a whole 3 days. And you havent left your corner. Execpt for a few times for the restroom, and food. And donnie has had enough. He missed you, your smile, your laugh, hell even dancing with you was the most fun thing ever to him. He was so worried about you that he hasnt even spent a second working on finding you a way home. He went to your entrance to your 'room' and called out your name. "what" you responded. "I need to talk to you, it's important." He said, it was so soft, yet strong. You poked your head out and came out. "What is it" you asked him. "Why?" He said "Why..? why what" "why did you turn your head, why did you run away, why havent you been out here with us, with me?" he said, he sounded so hurt. You had your reasons for locking and hiding yourself from the world, but the main reason, was him. "Because" you said quitely. "i couldn't have you kiss me infront of everyone, i wanted you too kiss me because thats what felt right to us, not because of some dumb dance! I wanted you to kiss me, because you liked me!" You poured your heart out to Donnie, while he just listened. You didnt know how he would react, or if your friendship would last this after this practical confession. All you knew was that you couldnt keep on rotting like this. "I dont know what going to happen after this but god damn it Donnie i really really like you!" You said semi-loudly and just like that, he kissed you. God, it was just, lovely. You slowly kissed him back. You didnt know how long the kiss lasted but you didnt care. once y'all finished your half makeout session, you both turned bright red, it just clicked that you two kissed. You didnt know if you guys should talk about whats next or not, or if this was just a one time thing, until Donnie spoked up, "I really really like you too"

Chapter 5: complete !

Click here for chapter 6

#donnie x reader #rise donnie #rise tmnt #x reader

[pinkadork]

One day words will stop being exchanged and knowing you're more likely to be relieved than devastated or even a bit bummed is sending me

Like okay

Pause for a minute

Lets be real my tumblr page is like my public diary or whatever and like

Idk i look at shit and its sad how much through the entirety of this shit therapy or not ive been trying to see more than my side and be able to see my faults for what they are while also doing something about it but i swear im either villaianized or pacified by you in any given moment and then its like im both a dumb ass for wanting you so badly was and i feel like my feelings get overshadowed bc the bpd and oooh i take meds now, and you still treat me like like an abuser and thats what you tell people. And i just wanna stop feeling like I'll never be able to enjoy anything fr ever again. Even at my best i still have you on my brain when it feels like you're doing everything to erase me and then make me feel like thats the right response. I fucking hate this shit so much its like i sit here and I'm fine and then i keep fucking setting myself off with how upset this makes me. Like nigga i live in my aunt basement, i work in a fucking factory, im a fucking temp worker nigga , and yet and still my stupid ass is worried about who? Trying to figure out how to get right for who? Pathetic as shit.

I know you wouldn't do the same bc you didnt.

I'm so frustrated. it's unbelievable. I keep wrapping my head around how bs this all is, or how i swallowed how angry certain shit has had me.

Again nigga its been months and i know for a fact the same shit is being peddled.

You doing your thing is whatever but doing so and then trying to undermine the fact that itd hurt me (which you later admitted to trying to do anyway) nigga fucked someone then was like "i mean we broke up like 6 months ago so i did good right lol" fucking first of all at 6 months vs 5 years make it make sense, second of all it let me realize that the second time we tried when shit felt "so right" mesnt nothing to this nigga it was a good two months which for me made the breakup reset and st the time this happend made this like 4 months but as you can see by me writing this out who the fuck other than me cares about some weird shit like that. Regardless its like i have to be either high as hell or always working now more thsn ever to not walk into the very accessible highway.

I accepted that i ruined my life but holy fuck did you make it worse

I am forever sorry about how shit ended and every rude outburst ever spouted from my lips, any time i made you feel any negative way, but my brother in christ i didn't and dont deserve this shit and sometimes it really bothers me that i love you the way i do. You act scared of me like im obsessed but i feel like im going mad bc it was like you made me this way. From jump, the constant vc, the way youd make me feel insignificant or like i wasnt enough, and then have the nerve to try and make it a thing about my insecurities that yes i told you about but fuck.

I feel so dumb because i actually would wait until you're ready because i feel deep in my core that i fw you for life type shit. Its always gang shit whatever. I love you and want things to be okay regardless to how i feel .

Fuck im tired

#pinkadorkdiaries #bpd vent #breakup vent

[snapshots-of-the-young-egotist]

Secrets - pt.3

not Soulmates- Souls mating

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I used that line the last time I saw you. You finally made your way to my apartment. You didn't even stay an hour, but hey, at least you actually showed up this time. Didn't leave me hanging or say we would meet up, and in actuality not ever plan on meeting up with me. You made such a fool of me and I've never been more embarrassed than when I actually admitted I liked you. I cried on several rooftops about you. Davis saw the truth before I ever did. She really tried to pull me out the Pabst blue ribbon blues you left me to deal with on multiple occasions. It took years to get over you but when I finally did, boy was it a relief. It was fucking sad too. Not in the way of sad like I was disappointed that when you came over the first time, you were late. Not just late, but with rolling rock. It's like from day one you were trying to tell me energetically that you would never put in effort to meet me. You like nice things and I understood that early on. You told me thats one of the reasons you liked me. . Because I was "so nice." What was the main lesson you came to teach me? I questioned that for a while before I got my answer. Our last night together you said, what if we make a pact? Like the kind where you touch base with each other at a certain point in life, but you're both going to check in with each other- regardless of who what when where you are in life- and I told you I didn't know if it would be fair. It felt like a lot of pressure - but you whispered to me on the couch in my apartment that early morning, something I've never forgotten. To sum it up- you couldn't stand the thought of me being with someone else- and if we weren't going to wind up together, you would leave the country. . And the kicker here- is you actually did. You told me so much that night and I didn't pick up on it because your words never matched your actions. Never when it came to me anyways. I watched you move to another country and get married. So cute. The night you called me around 1:30 in the morning, it woke me up. In retrospect, I question now if it was the simple sound of an incoming text that woke me from my sleep? Or if my Soul felt you calling me and that's what woke me up? I was in middle of texting to you back and my boyfriend woke up to ask what I was doing. I told him exactly what I was doing and he did not take it well. At all. He immediately took my phone and blocked your number and deleted the texts before I could read them. Then he left and sat in the car very upset at me. I was burned twice that night. Out of all 3 of us, I'm the only one who actually didn't do anything wrong, so my actions were honorable. Can't say the same for you two and that's a real shame. The ignorance of it all still lingers in my field of energy. I'm trying to release it because not everyone is as innocent as I see them. So all of this like, so many lifetimes ago. You taught me so much about myself and lack of standards. It wasn't until months later- months of randomly thinking of you- and why you called me- and if you really were okay. I thought you were dying or having a big life moment you wanted to tell me about and that's why you called me. I mused so many reasons for the calls and texts I never got to see. . But as time passed and I saw you got engaged, I think that was your attempt to check in with me. Which is so fucking beautiful and fucking sad at the same time. It disappointed me in a way that only you ever did. You constantly hurt me and constantly made me look like I was the only one invested and that humiliation is something I'll never escape because my dumb ass self, let it happen on multiple occasions- and because of what I thought we had- I looked past it. Peter Pan syndrome. I found it in others after you, so don't worry- you're not alone. You and the other lost boys were so helpful on my journey. Time continues and the lessons don't stop just because we let each other go. I'm glad we met and I'm also glad you left. 

[miles-watches-movies]

…okay just as a warning im going to be complaining about a thing with this game. i like it so far however this is thing that is bothering me and i need it out of my system so just a heads up.

i fucking HATE the mikan falling “gag”. i said it before but i kind of want to go in depth why specifically. im gonna use the first game as an example

in the first game there is a fan service seen where makoto, hifumi, and hiro (for some fucking reason dude youre in your 20s what the hell) peek at the girls in the bathhouse. while this is gross theres a few things about it.

it’s completely optional. you need an item for this and from what i hear its an item that’s difficult to get. now while you have this item you cant get rid of it and it becomes a mandatory scene, its still a skippable option.

the splash screen is of the girls enjoying themselves. so even if you dont like the peeping or the fan service you still get something out of it with the girls hanging out and having fun

as far as i remember this is the only real fan service moment. any other weird pervert stuff is from characters you aren’t necessarily ment to like like toko, jill (even in jills case its mostly just weird jokes) and hifumi. and in hifumis case you’re supposed to be laughing at him.

now lets compare this to the hikan stuff

its a running gag and an important part of a case. you cannot dodge it. you are forced to look at it. and its on the screen for like a solid minute

its specifically done to mikan. who is in general a really shy and sensitive character. in these moments it is clear she is in distress. not only because shes fallen over but because its in a lewd pose. the entire time she is begging people not to look at her. everyone else is pointing out how lewd it looks and making gross comments about it. it is uncomfortable. the only people getting something out of it is people who like the fan service or think this is funny.

soup man. as a character. this is the only other pervert thing i fully remember. while i assume youre also supposed to laugh at him its just more awkward. hifumi at least had some other stuff to him like his weird nerd stuff and when he was weird he usually got punished for it. soup boy is just pervert chef. his interactions with sonia specifically creep me out because he tries to take advantage of her. whats the word. innocence? its so fucking creepy

part of me is like “this is a game from the early 2010s you expected shit like this theres no point in being upset” but it just bothers me soo much. like everytime it happens i have to cover my screen cause i feel disgusted just looking at it

anyway dumb rant over i just needed that out of my system. onto the trial! unless i get distracted by ocs again cause thats happened multiple times-

[toxicbubblegum212]

Bowers gang ~ When they get jealous ~

Hey want more check out my masterlist

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(sorry guys but i think i might be a bit obsessed with shoes lol)

Henry:

- Ha Henry got Jealous cause you weren't jealous. Cause you weren't dumb enough to swop down to his level

- Ok Henry got jealous cause you were spending time with your best guy friend that you had known for ages

- You made it clear to Henry that you were just friends but it didn't sink in i guess

- Anyway he thought the best way to get back at you was to start flirting with Greta and girls from the cheerleading team

- Last thing you gonna do is cry over Henry's own stupidity

- You put on your big bad girl shoes went out and intentionally started flirting with your long time best friend.

- Henry was really pissed now

- But that was the last thing you were concerned about

- Eventually Henry would pull you aside...

Henry: What the fuck is up with you *he growls*

Y/N: I don't see why your so upset mullet boy *you hiss*

Henry: Shut it slut! *he shouts*

Y/N: Your the manwhore flirting with a bunch of other girls *you say in a scarily calm tone*

Herny: shut up and kiss me *whispers*

Y/N: what was that *you smirk*

Henry: SHUT THE FUCK UP AND KISS ME! *shouts advancing towards you.*

Y/N: *smiles as you welcome him with open arms*

Henry: *would kiss you passionately and have his hands running all over you*

Y/N: *pulls away* Let's save this for later.

Henry: *growls*

Y/N: You should know fucking better then to toy with me babe! *you whisper in his ear sternly before walking away. Leaving Henry wanting more yet again*

Patrick:

- Patrick was always jealous of how happy you are

- Not matter how vile, how disgust, how horrible he is to you. You still continue to smile

- You still go out and be happy with all yours friends

- It's not that he wanted you to be sad its more just that he wanted the control

- To know that you would come up to him begging for attention, for him to love you

- But you never did that never ever

- You continued to go out there and live happily on the wild side with all the people that you love most

- You hope some day though that Patrick will find true happiness not the knock off version

- For the first time in Patricks life he find someone he couldn't touch

- Thats when he figured it out

- You are to good for him

Victor:

- Being the beautiful girl that you are you always grabbed a lot of boys attention

- Victor didn't seem to be to bothered by this until its started coming excessive

- Victor tried not to let it get to him, but the guys flirting with you were tall and tough

- There was no way in hell Victor could take on that

- So eventually gave up....

- He stopped trying not because he didn't love you but because he didn't feel like he was good enough

- And thats how he lost you

- He regrets it still to this day

- No matter how many girls he got with or how many of them he would sleep with it was the same

- None of the girls could hold him and love him like you could...

- Victor plans to get you back and he doesn't care what it takes

Belch:

- Belch was insecure and this was clear as day for you

- I wasn't a problem till you started fading away from him...

- You started spending less time with him

- You were very caught up in your studies and friends

- Belch got a bit jealous of your friends but it was more sad then anything else

- Belch wasn't gonna give up on you though

- Belch was gonna wait for you

- Belch knows you'll find your way back into his arms

- And he will be ready to embrace you with a huge smile and a bunch of kisses

#bowers gang #bowers gang x reader #the bowers gang #it 2017 #henry x reader #patrick x reader #victor x reader #belch x reader #henry bowers x reader #patrick hocksetter x reader #victor criss x reader #belch huggins x reader #fluff #patrick hockstetter #henry bowers #victor criss #belch huggins

[writingabouteverything]

The Perfect White Flower--and Other Nonexistent Things

a/n YALL THIS IS PROBABLY DUMB BUT I HAD THIS IDEA ABOUT A HARRY STYLES X READER FIC THATS BASED ON THE PLOT OF JANE THE VIRGIN AND I WANTED TO WRITE IT SO BADLY I MADE THIS ACCOUNT

disclaimer--wont follow the show exactly 

Pairing: Harry Styles x latina! reader (a key factor of the show revolves around the lead being latina, and im latina and honestly love writing for us but anyone can still read and understand/hopefully enjoy and the fic doesn’t involve any physical descriptions:)) 

Series Summary: Y/n l/n has had the world figured out since she was a child. She won’t be a writer because it’s risky, she’ll just focus on school and becoming a teacher. She’s never been a child, because her mother had her at sixteen and hasn’t aged a single year since. That’s part of the reason the promise she made to her grandmother means so much to her--if she doesn’t have sex before marriage, her child will never have to grow up as quickly as she did. And Harry Styles is at the top of the world--his music has never been more successful, he has a lovely girlfriend, and he’s never been more in demand. He has everything in the world...except a child, and through a series of unbelievable events--y/n might be his only chance to have one. Ever. 

Chapter One Summary: Who knew getting a pap smear on two hours of sleep and three cups of coffee was as bad as having unprotected sex? 

There’s something dangerous about taking public transportation in LA. And no, I don’t mean it in the ‘there are bad people in the world’ type of way. I mean it in the ‘I live in one of the casual influencer, celebrity, tourist hubs of the world and each time I step onto the bus I find myself mesmerized by all the stories I see in them’ way. Kind of pathetic, I know, but sometimes a child with blonde pig tails or a woman streaming on instagram live will catch my eye and the urge to pull out my lap top and start something I’ll never finish. 

I know that writing isn’t some kind of disease. But I can’t let myself fall in love with it the way I want to. There’s nothing wrong with writing a short story or two, but trying to write a novel? That’s impractical. It will distract me from school, from the four year plan I’m almost done with.

Sighing, I brave taking at my surroundings. I deserve this today, after the anonymous, rude costumer at the hotel today, I need positivity. No one is particularly inspiring. The bus stops and I watch out the window. At first the crowd is ordinary, and then i see them...paparazzi. Flashing cameras from all angles, grown men violating all rules of personal space. It never sits right with me, but I guess it’s just part of living in LA. The bus starts moving again. When it stops again, I see even more paparazzis, but their cameras aren’t flashing. Good for whoever escaped that. 

The bus door opens and I snap my attention back to my computer screen. I rub my eyes as I stare at my word document. How is there more that needs to be edited? This professor is the harshest grader I’ve ever had, and my friend, Gisa, is kind for giving me even more notes. But I’m exhausted. Two tests and an essay due before 12:00. And it’s...11:38. Great--I have to upload it the second I’m at my doctor’s office and have WiFi again. 

I spend some time highlighting and rewording sentences, and once I’m done I reward myself with more people watching because I deserve it and I can’t fall asleep here. I’m kind of invested in the girl live streaming her bus ride...maybe she’ll say her instagram handle. 

But when I look up, she’s not on the bus anymore. Almost no one is. An elderly couple is sitting towards the back. A woman with a toddler sit two rows in front of me...and there’s now a man directly across from me. I blink for a moment, imagining a story for someone who’s face I can’t quite see beneath such dark sun glasses. His dark waves and strong jaw do most of the imagining for me--he deserves a mystery, a dramatic one with a happy ending and just enough romance to keep the people interested. A good romance, too--not too sappy. Enemies to lovers, maybe. A mysterious stranger that’s not really a stranger because something about him is just...familiar. 

He turns his head and I drop my gaze immediately. There’s no doubt he caught that, but I still pretend to edit the title of my essay. “You’ve been typing stubbornly since I first got on the bus.” There’s an accent--of course he’s english. But it’s more than that, I’ve heard that voice before. I’ve been...soothed by it. And--oh my god, I’m sitting across from Harry Styles.

Okay, don’t freak out. Don’t freak him out. He’s probably on here to escape the the whole ‘oh my god, you’re Harry Styles!’ thing.  

“What are you writing?” Harry Styles just spoke to me. I greeted my one direction poster every single day in middle school, and Harry Styles just spoke to me. Okay--relax, breathe--it’s only weird if you make it weird. 

There’s a kind of curt curiosity to his question. He could have been ruder, considering how blatantly I was staring at him. “I um...an essay.” I’m temped to turn the screen so that he can see I’m telling the truth. Though he wasn’t hostile, a part of me is paranoid that he thinks I am writing about him. It’s a fair assumption, for all he knows I’m drafting a tweet about who I saw on the bus this morning or preparing to send something in to some gossip girl-esque blog. “It’s due today at noon and normally I’m way more on top of things, but I had this last minute doctor’s appointment rescheduling because my usual doctor is out of town and--” I cut myself off before I can tell Harry Styles that I’m ovulating and that if I don’t go to my OBGYN now, I have to wait an entire month and I’ve already been off birth control longer than I’d like. I might not have actual sex in my near future, but my cramps have been extra terrible. “An essay, I just finished an essay.”

He nods once. Maybe he feels bad for so thoroughly startling me into such a rambling, because the corner of his mouth tilts upwards. A soft smile adds even more grace to his features, I focus on the dimple that appears in his cheek. “An aggravating essay, I take it, considering the death glares you’ve been giving your laptop screen.”

I smile at his polite humor. “It’s for the harshest grader on campus. She took three points off of my first essay freshman year because I spaced my bibliography wrong.” 

He cringes in sympathy. “Good luck.” 

“Thanks,” I hum, proud of myself for not letting him know that I know who he is. The bus stops, I can see my doctor’s office behind a few paparazzi. “This is my stop.” 

Harry nods once, ducking his head slightly. A tiny part of me feels sympathy for him; from what I’ve gathered, he genuinely loves his fans and the relationship they have, but it must be draining to never have a moment of privacy. Especially when it’s people who care more about selling your picture than your mental health. 

I linger on the bus’s step, watching the men with large cameras look around. “Excuse me, are you guys looking for Harry Styles?” Most of the men disregard me, but one looks at me. “I know he’s near here because I’m a really big fan and my friend just texted that she saw him.” This gets me the attention I wanted. “He’s at Northfield--a cafe like three blocks down. I just know that if she got a picture with Harry in like a magazine or something she’d totally lose it--in a good way, and she’s been having a bad time so if you see her can you try to make it happen? Knowing her she’ll be at his side, she’s blonde, shortish hair.” 

The men seem skeptical, but I guess they realize that this is the best lead they have. I think the fact that I gave a reason to justify selling Harry out for no reason helped. They disperse together, heading at least three blocks away from Harry. I don’t know if I’ve actually helped him, but I hope I have. 

“Essay girl.” I freeze, half cringing. Did he hear that? That’s embarrassing. I consider darting away, but decide that would just make me cringe more. So I turn on my heels. “You...you forgot your phone.” 

He just saved my life. “Thank you.” I take my phone from his outstretched hand, ignoring the slight thrill that runs through me when our fingers brush. “You’re my hero--the last thing I needed today was to run all over the city searching for my phone.” I finish the awkward admission with a partial laugh. 

“Least I could do,” he mumbles, “especially considering what you just did.” 

...He did see that. “Oh um--it was nothing, I just kind of made a connection and assumed the only reason you’d be on a public bus is because you were trying to avoid some things, and you make really great music and a lot of people happy, so you deserve that break.” Why does it feel like I’ve been talking forever? “Anyways, thanks for the whole phone thing, and I hope I got them off your tail.” 

My joke seems to somewhat land. His lips part, like he’s planning on saying something else. A timer on my phone interrupts him. I instinctually look down--great, the alarm on my phone warning me that I’m only ten minutes away from being late. “I’m late.” I turn towards the bus’s exit. “I gotta go, but thanks again, and I hope you have a good day.” 

I disappear after that, still not sure that that whole thing wasn’t some kind of hallucination. Did I just meet Harry Styles? He...he gave me my phone. Harry Styles has touched my phone. I can’t wait to tell Gisa, she’ll lose it.

I’m still thinking about Harry Styles when I finally reach my OBGYN’s office. When I get there, things are a lot more hectic than I thought they’d be. Many people crowd the waiting area and the receptionist’s desk is clearly understaffed. Two young girls are trying to address multiple upset pregnant women and take phone calls at the same time, all while practically buried in a sea pf paperwork. Wow, I didn’t realize that transferring was such chaos. One of the girls waves me over and barely checks my name before shoving a form towards me. I fill out as quickly as possible. 

 I upload my essay quickly after checking in. Who knows, maybe Harry Styles’s blessing will get me an A? A third person in scrubs emerges from the back after a moment and ushers me into a room. I tell myself to focus on going over the facts I need for the test I have to take in a little over an hour. Or to focus on the fact that I just met Harry Styles. But instead, I feel my heavy eyelids fall shut. 

I don’t know how long I sleep, but I know that I wake up during the middle of a doctor’s sentence, “...I know I’m not your usual, so I just want to make sure you’re comfortable.” 

“Hm...Yeah, yeah I’m comfortable.” She nods once, her wide eyes slightly red. “But I do have a class today in like an hour, so I was wondering if this was going to take longer because of the office’s move?” 

“Oh, no,” she shakes her head. “Just because Dr. Rodriguez gave us no notice before deciding that she no longer wanted to work here...or in the country. Or even live in the US, despite the fact that we just signed a lease on a place together...” Tears well in the stranger’s eyes, pity settles in my stomach. 

“That sounds incredibly complicated, I didn’t mean to rush you.” 

She blinks twice, her expression blanking as she fights against the pain of what’s clearly a terrible break up. “No, no--you have every right. Today is your day and if..honestly, if you’re strong enough to go to a class after this, and do what you’re about to do by yourself, then I’m strong enough to get through today.” 

Um...didn’t realize a pap smear counted as something that needs moral support, but I’ll chalk it up to her heightened emotions. “Thanks.” 

She snaps on her medical gloves. “No, thank you for your patience. Now lay down.” 

I do as told, preparing for a sensation I haven’t often experienced. A moment passes and I know she’s started. She’s moving away from me much faster than expected. Oh--I guess pap smears are a lot shorter than I expected. 

“That’s it?” 

“Yep,” she hums, pulling her gloves off. “Now just take it easy, and hydrate.”

Weird...but that’s like general doctor advice. “Thanks!” 

--

I’ve never wanted to keep a secret from Gisa, but sometimes I really regret telling her I met Harry Styles. It’s been almost a month and I find my mind wandering back to the moment in which our fingers brushed more than I should. Sometimes I let myself wonder what he might have said if my phone hadn’t rang. I was probably just imagining the way his lips parted, but my ind refuses to let it go. 

“...You know it’s kind of sad, I read an interview in which he spoke about the fact that he has some genetic condition that makes it hard to have kids. He has so many godchildren, and I feel like he’d make such a great father.” 

I try to keep up with Gisa’s words, but the dull ache in my head makes it feel so far away. “Yeah...he seemed really patient.” 

Gisa nods, turning to face me. “You alright, you’re looking kinda green?” 

“Yeah...” I reach for my canvas bag. “I think I just...I probably just need some water.” 

My hand grazes the metal of my water bottle and then the corners of my vision blur into blackness. I sway, Gisa’s hand is on my shoulder...and then it all goes black. 

--

I sit uncomfortably on the hospital’s cot. Gisa is a traitor for telling my mom that I fainted. I knew she’d just drag me here--hispanic mothers, they either believe they can cure you with vic’s vapor rub or they want you in the ER. No in between. 

“I know you didn’t want another test, but you’ve been throwing up in the morning for days and now you’re fainting.” 

“Fainted,” I correct, “it happened once.” 

“C’mon, mija, it’s just one doctor’s appointment.” 

Speaking of, an ER nurse returns. “Fainting and nausea spells explained,” he says, glancing at his clipboard, “you’re pregnant.” 

My mom and I can’t help but exchange a look before bursting into laughter. Pregnant. If I’m pregnant then the second coming is here. “That’s impossible, I’m a virgin.” 

He glances at my mom, “maybe we should have this conversation in private.” 

“No, what you say in front of me you can say in front of my mom.” 

My mom raises an eyebrow. “Y/n, did you and that guy from your english class--” 

“No! No, we did not. I am a virgin and there’s no way I’m pregnant.” I glare at the nurse. 

He then ushers me to a bathroom so that I can provide a urine sample. After I’m finished, he shows me a pregnancy test strip. “Pink means pregnant.” I bite my tongue as he tests the strip in my sample. He pulls it out and it’s...it’s bright pink.

“I’m calling my doctor, because this has to be a mistake. It has to be like a hormonal thing.” 

“Exactly, pregnancy hormones.” 

I glare even harder, calling the doctor that I saw last week. “Hello, Dr. Ash? I was wondering if I could get a consultation because I’m in the ER and some crazy doctor is trying to tell me I’m pregnant.” 

Silence on the line for a long second. “...I actually cleared my calendar for you.” 

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #jane the virgin #jane the virgin AU #lot #hslot st louis

[milkacchan]

Request for anon: Can I have Present mic, Aizawa, and all might where they learn their young student is fatherless? Like... their father walked out/went to prison when they were young. I'm sorry if this is time consuming, but I can't stop sobbing over my father.

I'm the situation baby but remember it wasn't your fault

I changed it up a little bit with Mics- I hope you don't mind

Present Mic:

• from the getgo something was wrong

• The moment you walked into class he could tell

• You looked like shit

• Dark bags under your eyes, hair messily brushed, just to get it out if your face, and your eyes were a light red.

• You didn't look particularly happy to be there either

• something turns in his stomach, a gut feeling that something really had went down

• And he hated seeing his students upset

• but he was relatively close to you to begin with, his felt different

• He felt like he had to do something

• Everyone settled into their seats as the bull rung but his eyes remained on you

• You honestly didn't pay attention during the lesson

• He could tell as much

• class finishes and the bell rings but you sit still, and it's not until most of the students have trickled out of the room do you start packing up

• He walks over and kneels in front of the desk "You okay there? You don't look so good," he looks concerned and his heart drops when he sees your lip start to quiver

• It takes you 0.27 seconds to break and you're frantically wiping your eyes as sobs wrack your body

• He's got his arms wrapped around you in seconds and you're leaning into his shoulder.

• He isn't sure exactly how long you're crying for but eventually you calm down enough to get out a coherent sentence

• "My-My dad was arrested Friday night. He won't tell me why- he won't let anyone else tell me why and I don't know what else to do," you cry, "I miss him so much and its only been a few days- I don't- I don't have anyone else, Mr. Hazashi,"

• And you're crying again.

• He has you take the rest of the day off, in fact he takes the day with you

• He calls in a sub (you don't know what strings he had to pull for that but you don't ask, at this point you don't care) and you two dip

• He takes you to get food, real food, that'll make you feel better

• He knows that'll help a little

• and after that he takes you to get something sweet- that tends to help mood and blood pressure and anxiety

• So he does his best with you

• He nutures you the best way he knows how

• if you need anything and I mean ANYTHING this man has you covered

• He does his best to step up in any way he can

• first off he extends his assignment deadlines and cancels two tests. Who needs them anyway.

• And you eat lunch in his classroom because he can well tell you don't want to talk to anyone else right now

• He closes it off (seemingly) so in reality its just you and him

• He'll probably tell Aizawa too but on the downlow (just so he knows)

�� When holidays roll around, the dorms close.

• In this case- he let's you stay with him. He has an extra bedroom. He doesn't want you to stay in an empty house.

• You also get his phone number (which you gladly use) for anything really

• Bored? He'll deliver some shitty puns.

• Confused about homework? Text him.

• having a mental breakdown? He's got you covered.

• You got memes? Please for the love of God send them to him.

• The dynamic eventually shifts to a VERY father daughter relationship.

• He knows he'll never replace your dad. He understands that wholeheartedly, but he wants you to have someone

• He actually gets a letter from your dad, thanking him for taking care of you

• but he really doesn't mind

Aizawa:

• He had a feeling that there was something going on at home. Or rather, a lack of something.

• He's dealt with it in the oast- with himself and with past students and current ones

• Shinsou

• I mean, aside from that fact whenever parents were mentioned, you'd either stiffen up or wrinkle your nose

• You didn't really like the subject of parents

• There was an essay prompt about parents (nothing too personal) nd you ended up writing it on the extinction of dinosaurs and why God fucked up instead

"It'd be absolutely stellar to see huge lizards roaming the earth and occasionally stepping on people, you know? Jurassic park was onto something."

• Man's couldn't even fail you on it because it was written v well

• Anyway, he doesn't pry too much. He just silently figures it out by process if elimination and pattern.

• He doesn't really care too much

• In the sense if it doesn't define you and he doesn't help you because he pities you

• he helps you because he seems potential

• He takes you under his wing with shinsou

• Yall spend a whole summer training

• And that's when it all came out

• It was an accident really.

• Shinsou was tired, exhausted really

• and when people get tired- that tired- sometimes they spout random shot they wouldn't usually say

• and thats what he did

• he went on about his home life

• and if he could, you could too right?? You could trust them.

• "My dad walked out when I was a kid. Little, like 3. I have a few pictures of him holding me, but I guess it wasn't enough. I don't have any desire to meet him. Not anymore. But it left me feeling like I did something wrong? I guess? Which I suppose is why I train. Because then I feel strong. Which is a good difference from how it usually feels."

• He knew it.

• He called it.

• He was right again.

• He reassures you that you are good enough, strong enough, and his decision to leave had nothing to do with you

• and when he saw you give him a soft smile, he warmed.

• I mean really, it only goes up from there

• he'll deny it, or grumble under his breath, but he seems you two as his own

• Like these aren't my kids but they are my kids

• When dorms close on holiday yall get to stay because that's where he lives too

• Like if you chose too

• he's not gonna force you to stay but if you don't want to go home, you don't have too

• He has that power

• He will buy you food

• all you gotta do is ask

• and he'll roll his eyes and grumble something he doesn't really mean, just secretly happy that you feel comfortable enough around him to ask for something

• lmao family group chat

S: 'Hey Mr. Aizawa I found this cat. Hold on lemme send a pic'

A: 'Dont need a pic. Bring him home'

Y: 'What if he's ugly??'

A: 'gremlin. Bring him home.'

Or

Y: 'Hey I saw this tweet that said 'kids be like watch this and do a half roundhouse spin kick clap and waste my fucking time' and it make me think of you.'

S: @ mr. Aizawa when he has to watch deku do sumn

Y: Lmaoooo like when he threw the baseball

S: LMAOO

A: Me watching you too try to figure out how to beat me in training

Y: Yikes bro

S: That was a rough one

• Does he regret giving you and shinsou his number??

• Maybe

• Not really

• Lmao super secret lunch movie days

• Every week on wendesday yall watch a movie. Usually it takes 2 or 3 days to watch the movie since lunch is only 70 minutes

• @ you accidently calling him dad one day and shinsou snickering but it stuck

• dadzawa lmaoo

Allmight:

• Man's has 2 underlings.

• You and Deku.

• Picked you up when he started teaching at UA

• Ion know let's say one day you popped off bc he said some dumb shit and you were like no sir that's clearly wrong

• schooled him in his own damn subject

• the other kids were like 😳

• what the fuck

• Anyway

• He see's you have potential

• And though he's not the best teacher, you seem to respond better to the way HE was taught

• So tbh its easier to teach you

• 'okay, now I want you to beat the shot out if that wall,'

'Okay lmao bet'

• Midoriya is like, hey mayhaps we should analyze the situation

• N ur like noe

• You just don't give a fuck

• about anything really

• other than moving up the ranks

• But even then- its not a super super big deal, you're just gonna do your best but you aren't gonna stress

• However he noticed a pattern w you (even before Midoryia brought it up to him)

• You don't let anyone in

• Midoryia knows a bit more than the other students but that's really only because he's always with you

• a good majority of the week he's w you

• but its not really a deep connection

• you don't rely on either of them

• You do your best to do things on your own.

• He knows midoryias life story

• he knows why he acts the way he does

• but he doesn't know why you do

• he has a gut feeling it could be the same as midoryia

• I mean he already had one kid who's dad dipped

• he'll surely be able to figure out you too??

• So he makes himself a promise that he'll figure it out and he'll become someone you trust

• And he does just that

• When you tell him about your nightmare of a family history he's like mm, makes sense

• but he's happy that you trust him!!!

• He's a BIG suckered for movie nights

• he's got popcorn, snacks, candy, chocolate, soda- he's prepared

• list of movies lined out all ready

• I lowkey feel like he'd be into lord of the rings or fast n furious

• fast n furious at LEAST

• He's really into American action movies

• and he has no problem sharing those movies with you

• he doesn't have a whole ton of money, like he's not rich, but if you or midoryia need something he's definitely there to get it for you

• even if ur like fam no you don't need too

• he'll buy yell food a lot

• a l o t

• and cards

• when you and midoryia get him a father's day card he thinks he's gonna cry

• You guys also have a group chat

• 'da faemilee'

• Y: "Hey dad do you have milk?"

A: "???? Do I have milk????"

Y: "ya I'm looking in your fridge n ion see any???"

A: "How'd you even get in????"

Y: "Izuku."

I: "lmaoo"

Or

Y: Izuku you dumb bitch I left for ONE day

Y: And you got into a fight with Bakugou

I: He wanted to throw hands. I just did what you would do.

A: He's got you there

Or

A: What do you guys want for dinner

I: Sushi

Y: Chicfila

Y: Izu square up

I: K

Or

Y: Izu is fighting kacchow again

A: Beat his ass young midoriya

Y: Lmaoooooo

#hizashi x daughter reader #hizashi x reader #aizawa x hizashi #hizashi yamada #yamada hizashi #present mic #present mic x reader #aizawa x child reader #aizawa x daughter reader #aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta #shouta aizawa #eraserhead #all might #all might x reader #mha toshinori