#also tired of reliving my childhood trauma in my head every single day for no reason

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➶ WHAT MAKES THE MHA BOYS BREAK (PT. 2)

pairings: mirio togata, tenya iida, katsuki bakugo, aizawa shota, tomura shigaraki, dabi, hawks, mashirao ojiro, tamaki amajiki

warnings: hinting anxiety/anxiety attacks, reverse comfort, also tamaki’s made me cry so have fun lmao 

part one with mezo shoji, tokoyami fumikage, hanta sero, izuku midoriya, shoto todoroki, eijiro kirishima, denki kaminari, hitoshi shinsou here!

WHEN YOU COMFORT THEM THE MOMENT THEY BREAK DOWN: MIRIO TOGATA, TENYA IIDA, KATSUKI BAKUGO

MIRIO TOGATA

there was no way that mirio was completely fine after everything that had happened to him

he had lost his quirk, experienced a battle that could result in permanent trauma, and he lost nighteye-- the leader and hero that he had looked up to for so long

but when you told him that it was okay to be strong all the time, mirio had broken

he broke for the first time in what felt like years

“don’t worry a-ahbout me!” 

the saddest part about it?

he was smiling through his tears not even a few moments after his grin broke

his lips were trembling, his eyes were red and his entire body was shaking with suppressed sobs, but he had an unwavering smile.

and that... that was heartwrenching to look at.

his smile fell, his body trembled and he let out a strangled sobbut for some reason, this-- none of it had shown a single trace of weakness. it was a way of him to express very human emotions and reactions as everyone else could.

he wasn’t disappointing nighteye in anyway-- more of showing respect by letting it all out to be able to show genuine smiles in public

how come such human emotions were labeled as good or bad?

“i let him down,” mirio gasped, “i let him down, i hurt him, i could have saved him, and-”

“hey, it’s okay, you’re going to be okay. it’s just me baby, it’s just me,” you cooed as you wrapped your arms around him. “shhh, it’s just me. you’re okay.”

mirio’s hands trembled as he gripped tight onto you

his chest was getting tighter as he burst into struggled breaths. he was just so... tired.

a million thoughts zipped through his head at once, but he just had to calm the storm for a while in your arms

TENYA IIDA 

it was right after the accident in hosu city, and everything, everything had gone wrong

even though he didn’t show it at first, he felt used as an advertisement for hatsume, and then losing in a battle with todoroki and felt like he was thriving on dumb luck

he just wanted to make his brother proud, that was-

-if he could, anymore. 

he felt so weak for letting himself feel this way, his head racing and chest heaving as he struggled to breathe

letting your guard down will just make things worse. tensei wouldn’t want this.

tenya’s body visibly trembled as he let out a shaky breath in his dorm room, thinking everything over in the darkness

“iida?” you asked, knocking on the door.

immediately, his demeanor changed as he shifted over to a braver face. 

“hello, y/n!”

just breathe. they’ll be gone sooner or later. breathe.

“why are you up this late at night?” he asked.

“i was just checking in on you, but i should be asking you the same question, sonic boy,” you grinned, until you noticed his hands trembling.

and for some reason, that hurt you. his face was.. so put together with a brave smile, confident eyes, and his head held up high and posture straight and firm

but when you saw his hands trembling and an odd shifting in his chest, you knew something was up

“are you okay?” you tested the words. 

tenya tried. he tried so, so hard to smile and affirm with a confident, “yes!”

but he couldn’t.

“i-i’m not- i’m not sure-,” his voice broke into a whisper. 

“i don’t know.”

you melted into a hug next to him as you took a seat. “hey, you can tell me anything, okay? it’s okay not to have your guard up all the time, it’s not weak to show emotion. just- if you want, can you tell me what’s been going on?”

tenya took a shaky breath and pushed up his glasses. “of course, thank you for asking, i will.”

KATSUKI BAKUGO

after his fight with deku, all of the willpower left in him to hold himself together disappeared 

katsuki had been exhausted after a long day of fighting, not just physically, but emotionally

he had tried to keep his head high for as long as he could, but the moment he went to his dorm room, he just... broke.

angry tears released and he choked out heavy, strangled sobs as he pounded his fist to the ground in frustration

katsuki cursed towards whoever was there, until he found you standing behind him

he was too tired to argue.

“the fuck are you doing here,” he grumbled.

“is something wrong, 'suki?” you whispered. “i was just coming by to drop off your water bottle, you left it during hero training,” you examined his face. “are you- are you okay?”

he loved you, he really did-- but today just wasn’t a good day. “mn-no,” he managed to say.

his chest was heaving and his eyes seemed to be searching the room, as if looking for an exit.

you noticed the dark circles around his eyes and the way his lips trembled. had he been crying?

you slowly cupped his face in your hands, noses touching as you two shared breaths, inhaling and exhaling together

katsuki was too tired to pull away. 

he felt so weak.

you could hear katsuki’s breath shaking but slowly dying in volume as he held him tighter

“hey,” you said softly, brushing your thumb across his cheek. “you’re gonna be okay ‘suki. you’re gonna be okay.”

they’re pitying me.

“this?” you said, holding his bruised hand up and motioning towards his trembling figure. “this isn’t weak.” you said, as if reading his mind. “this is strong. this is brave. being emotionally vulnerable is one of the most courageous things anyone can ever do, and you are so much more than that, m’kay?”

he nodded in response. even though he didn’t express it that well, he thought of it 

WHEN YOU PROMISE TO STAY: TOMURA SHIGARAKI, HAWKS, DABI

DABI

everyone shut up i love him

all that he’s ever wanted and asked for in life was for someone to notice him for who he genuinely was, to be free to do whatever he pleased

it was late at night and you two were outside, the moon illuminating in the darkness as you slid against the wall of the city in the back of the building

“anything interesting happen?” you asked, staring up into the moon

the night was young and it had been a rough, terrible day at work for both of you, even though you had separate jobs and shfits-- the only thing that pushed you forward everyday was being able to meet with dabi right after, at exatly 11pm. 

sure, you did it every day, and it shouldn’t have been that impactful-- but for some reason, somehow, everything about talking to him was so... exhilerating. 

he didn’t reply.

“uhhm,” you shuffled nervously toward him. “dabi, you good?”

he let out a shaky exhale, which was odd.

hold the phone.

no, really, someone hold the phone because it was ringing

“oh, sorry, one sec,” you rushed, hurrying to answer. it was one of your co-workers. “hello!”

“uhuh. yeah. oh, cool... got it, mhm, be right ther-”

you noticed how dabi’s body language immediately changed as he turned around and crossed his arms gently over his chest and stared into the sky.

this really, really wasn’t like him. 

something had to be wrong.

“uhm, on second thought,” you said. “does tomorrow at... noon work for you? i have plans. yeah. mhm, sorry not tonight. yep, bye!”

dabi’s eyebrows furrowed, but he didn’t look at you. “who was that?”

“one of my coworker buddies or whatever. they wanted to have a drink with me, but i said no.”

“why’d you say no?” he deadpanned.

“uhhhm, well, you certainly don’t seem very... how should i say this, at your fullest?”

“but why?” dabi said. “you meet with me every day, and going with your friends is probably a lot easier than this. what’s so different about it..?”

you thought carefully as you shrugged casually, gently leaning your head against his shoulder. “if one of my closest pals were down, i couldn’t just... leave them like that. and even though i know you won’t tell me what’s wrong, i just.. i just don’t want you to feel alone, you know? like everyone in your life has left? and i- i don’t want to do that to you.”

even though dabi stayed relatively quiet for the rest of the night, 

just know that was the day he fell in love with you.

SHIGARAKI

nightmares were the worst. 

for the record, he didn’t get them often, but when he did, and actually reacted to it... they ended up terrible

he gasped, grasping at the air for his mother’s embrace only to be met with nothingness

he clawed at his skin as his breath hitched, trying to control himself

“tomura?” you asked. “...are- are you okay?”

“get away from me,” he trembled. “i’m a... i’m a monster.”

you furrowed your eyebrows in concern. “hey, hey, c’mon. what’s going on-”

“leave me alone.”

his sudden change in tone made you jump as you stepped back and you watched his figure tremble. 

“shigaraki.”

“if something’s wrong, don’t sugarcoat it. if something’s wrong, please, for the love of the world, tell me, okay? i just- i just want to see you... maybe..”

“what?” shigaraki deadpanned. “happy? satisfied? content? joyful? you people all want the same thing.”

“hopeful.”

shigaraki looked up. 

“i want to see you hopeful, m’kay? so just... please. you don’t need to tell me word-for-word, but-- if you need something, i’m here.”

he was not going to cry. nuhuh. no way. no way was he going to start crying. 

you wrapped your arms around him before he cautiously hugged back, letting himself slowly melt into your embrace, his satin gloves against your clothes

“hey. i promise you, i’m never going to be leaving. no matter how much you mess up, no matter how terrible you may feel-- you mean the world to me. please hold on just a little longer.”

HAWKS

it wasn’t supposed to happen until later, when he was actually able to get home and prepare himself for anxious feeling in his stomach to finally settle

but noooo, his mental state really just said yolo

so here he was, reliving his entire childhood with memories that he’d pushed down for so long, about to snap in a matter of seconds

“keigo~!”

your familiar voice rang through his head. 

he just wanted to be held by you.

the most beautiful part about being with hawks his that he genuinely didn’t care about his pride around you. he wasn’t insecure of what you thought of him. he didn’t freak out or try to act like he was fine when you were with him, because... why would he need to? 

so instead of putting on a brave face and getting scared of your voice as if being anxious was a crime, he melted into it.

“hey angel, i got you some food at the-”

“y/...y/n,” his breath hitched. your voice, that you often said you were insecure about-- was his safe haven. he felt safe when he heard your voice and let himself crumple. he didn’t have to worry about putting his walls up, because it was just you.

beautiful, loving, kind you. 

his love was something special that he gave to no one else.

“k-keigo!” 

even though you were far from him, your bags in hand and everything, you immediately dropped them and ran to your boyfriend

“hey, hey, baby, what’s going on?” 

he stood directly in front of you, his head down and not saying a word.

you let your breathing sync with his as you reached out to hold his hand, when he threw his arms around you before his trembling body was held in your embrace

“-hey,” you said, shocked by the sudden embrace, before you hugged back, slowly, rocking him back and forth. “you’re going to be okay.”

“you don’t have to tell me anything, just-- focus on me,”

“i’m never leaving you, okay? no matter what you do, you’re still going to be my hero.”

and hawks decided on that day that out of anything else in the world, you meant the most to him. 

WHEN YOU TELL THEM THAT THEY MATTER: TAMAKI AMAJIKI, MASHIRAO OJIRO, SHOTA AIZAWA

TAMAKI AMAJIKI

useless. useless. useless.

why wouldn’t his stupid quirk activate before? why couldn’t he be more optimistic? why was he always thinking about something else? why couldn’t he ever stay positive and cheery like everyone else?

how was everyone else so strong?

but laying in a hospital bed, in complete silence and vulnerability...

that scared him.

tamaki blinked back the sudden tears that prickled against his eyes-- nuhuh, no way was he about to cry when so many other people had it worse, no way he was going to break down when nighteye was dead, he was not about to cry if mirio could be strong and so many other people had it worse, and-

“tamaki, snap out if it!”

your cold hands cupped his face, as you stared him directly in the eyes. “what are you doing?”

tamaki jumped back at your sudden question. but for some reason, the way you said it wasn’t angrily, more like... a statement? a question? as if you were asking are you okay?

tamaki shook his head. “i don’t... i don’t kn-know..”

get away, get away, get away.

your hands brushed back a hair from his face as you crouched down in front of him, your hands still helping him cool down. they rested gently on his scalp and along his face as you felt his breathing grow uneasy.

“listen,” you began slowly. “i’m not saying you need to tell me what’s going on, but... i just- i have a feeling that you’re not doing okay. and i know that because no one was ever really there for me back then, so if you want to say anything--”

“--i’m here for you.”

tamaki crumpled then as he let the tears fall.

his entire mask shattered as his breath hitched, trying to hold back the sobs but only came out as strangled breaths. 

“hey, hey, hey, you’re okay, you’re okay.” 

you held up his chin and rocked him back and forth, slowly. “just because other people seem to be going through bigger things doesn’t mean that you should invalidate your problems. if something’s hurting you, that’s enough of a problem to take care of it.”

tamaki began to shake as he suddenly clutched onto you, his body trembling as he nodded. 

what would mirio, nejire, nighteye, fatgum-- what would they think of him now?

“whatever is going around in your head right now will all quiet soon, i promise you, ‘mkay?”

“it’s okay. it’s okay. you’re okay.” 

AIZAWA SHOTA

“you didn’t eat,” you said, staring at the takeout that was left in its packaging. 

you heard shota mumble under his sleeping bag. “i’ll eat after.”

“after what?” you said back from the kitchen. 

you weren’t exactly mad at him, you could say-- it was more of disappointment, maybe? concern? he had always been so concerned about his students that he forgot to take care of himself-- no wonder why he was so angry lately. 

(and no, it wasn’t his resting face, he was genuinely burnt-out the last couple of days and it wasn’t getting better.)

“shota, come on,” you said softly. “or else i’m taking your sleeping bag away from you.”

aizawa’s head emerged from the bag, the light from the laptop giving a lovely display of his eyebags. “oh?”

he smirked, even though he seemed so drained.

“yes,” you said, pointing your nose up in the air and crossing your arms. “and you better go eat before i take it away.”

aizawa raised an eyebrow, but obliged.

you watched him eat, but he kept his laptop on the table the whole time.

he was looking through the profiles of all his students, and that was-- insane

despite how much had happened to him, he always thought of someone else first, putting everyone else above him.

“you’re going to overwork yourself,” you finally said. 

“amazing,” aizawa sighed back. “had no clue.”

“oh, c’mon,” you egged. “you matter too, ya know.”

you noticed how tense his shoulders were, how his gaze was fixated to the screen and the way his veins were protruding from lack of sleep, and how red his eyes were.

sure, most of the time, this was normal-- but you just had this gut feeling that something was wrong.

“i suppose you’re not wrong,” aizawa ventured. “but sometimes, you realize that students make up most of the world. i want them to grow..”

his gaze on the screen broke.

“and for them to know a world of love and kindess, not-- whatever this is.”

you looked at him before wrapping your arms around him and kissing his forehead. “but they have a teacher who works so hard already, and you-- you deserve a break. you’re always working so hard, and you have to remember that you matter, too, okay?”

you smiled sadly. “i need to go to work, but please finish the takeout for me, hmm?”

he never told you this, of course-- but yeah, he thought of your voice every time he wanted to take a break. he never forgot the words you said. 

MASHIRAO OJIRO

being forgotten was something that came way too easily for him.

everyone in class 1a was so good at everything-- they all either had good looks, a nice voice, talents, a cool quirk, technique, charisma, and he?

ojiro felt like he didn’t have anything.

but what did it matter, right? being the forgotten one was fine to him, at least. he was able to take time for himself. 

...kind of.

he was heading back from ua into the dorms, walking alone when he realized it started to rain.

picking up his bags, he ran, putting them under his shoulders so that they didn’t get wet-- it wasn’t a long walk, but it was a lot to have to run back and make sure everything stayed dry

“wait!”

ojiro turned around to find you, carrying your backpack in the air and waving your arms. “slow-” you panted, “down! god, where’d all the rain come from??”

he chuckled slightly, until he noticed your bag getting soaked, and before he knew it, ojiro called you over and said he could carry your bag

“are you sure?” you asked, in-between breaths. “i doubt you can carry both-”

ojiro laughed and waved his tail like a hand. “i can carry it.”

your face lit up. “thanks! okay, now let’s run back, c’mon.”

you two ran as fast as you could, trying not to slip as the rain began to pour even harder against your backs. 

but when you opened the doors to the dorms and your bag was completely dry, ojiro smiled.

(also y’all he’s an underrated king DO Y’ALL KNOW HOW PRECIOUS HIS SMILE IS?? PLS-)

“thanks,” you grinned. “your quirk is actually really cool. not just for keeping stuff dry, but uh, thanks. i appreciate it.”

something inside of him made his heart swell. 

“really?” ojiro asked. “do you really- is that true?”

he didn’t want to get his hopes up too quickly, but the way you nodded proudly and affirmed it was something he could never forget.

“yeah!” you said. “just because you’re not flashy as other people doesn’t mean that you’re a plain, boring person, you know that? you’re actually really cool!”

“huh. thanks,” he noted-- and don’t worry, he walked back into his dorm room with a grin on his face the whole time.

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hey bbys! reminder to go take a break and drink some water if you’re reading this! y’all are so amazing and beautiful, and please remember that you’re valid as well. what you did today was more than enough, please remember that!! i’m very proud of you for getting through today. ily <3

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cheering up ~ zach herron

requested: yes 

Y/N is all alone on the anniversary of her parents death so while she was at the park she is getting kidnapped, but she sorta lets the stranger take her because than that means that she could see her parents again, but the boys help her and than she starts crying and she tells them that they should've left her, but they try to cheer her up. Zach x reader plz <333 

summary: left to her own devices, (y/n) gets unfortunately kidnapped. after scaring away the kidnapper, the why don’t we boys attempt to cheer her up through the terrible day of memories

warning(s): ***TRIGGER WARNING*** kidnapping, cursing, suicidal thoughts, graphic detail

word count: 1920

I felt numb as my feet dragged along the cracking concrete. Whether or not my pain was visible, i didn’t care. It wasn’t an easy thing to do, to go on after what happened last year. there were days where i felt like there was nothing left to do, nothing left to see, nothing left to love. days where my thoughts would scavenge my mind, thoughts that allowed me to join them. and then maybe i wouldn’t feel so alone all of the time. 

But then I’d think about my grandma and my friends. And even if I wasn’t the biggest part in my friends’ life, I was all that my grandma had left. Her husband died all too many years ago, and my mother was her only child. Despite the terrible situation she was in, somehow another tragedy occurred and took the lives of my beloved parents. 

Sometimes I can almost feel the pain they were in on that day. The impact of the tail light of the car slamming directly into the side of the car my father was driving on, impaling him in my heart and letting the blood drain out of his lifeless body. And sometimes the excruciating pain that the airbag had sent my mother when it slammed into her head and knocked her unconscious. The way she leaned forward and it nailed her directly in the forehead, causing her head to flip backwards and sent her neck into a snapping position that left her no chance of recovery. 

Have you ever been the sophomore with the dead parents? The tenth grade girl who had to relive her parents death every single day when kids would pass her in the hallway and murmur apologies as if that would help me? 

I didn’t know what to do with myself today. Although the murmurs had died down, the memory of my parents lived forever in me and days like today, the anniversary of the first year spent without them, didn’t make life any easier. It didn’t make moving on and continuing to become the smart and successful girl that my parents had always imagined me as easier. My grandmother wanted to spend today with me, but instead she had to travel to visit her own aunt who is currently ill in the hospital. 

My feet stopped moving by themselves as I reached the exact spot that I’d planned on stopping. The park bench. Flashbacks of days from my childhood slipped into my mind as I took a seat on the bench and closed my eyes, taking in the scent of the flowery fields that were just a few feet away. There was a wooden playground that was highly unstable and should’ve been taken down years ago, sitting in front of me, but no kids played on it. No kids were ever playing on it. The park was practically empty, too. 

No nannies with babies, no mothers and fathers with children, no middle school students with their ‘boyfriend’s and ‘girlfriend’s. Just the flowers, the bees, the wood, and me--

Fear struck my body as a hand gripped onto my throat. I couldn’t see what was going on, but pressure was being heavily applied as a raspy voice behind me began to speak, “scream and i’ll fucking kill you” 

i wanted to squeal, but nothing came out. what could someone possibly want from me? who could possibly be out to get me?

I whimpered in pain as the person lifted me by my throat, the glove’s fabric scrapping my throat as he forcefully shoved me to the ground. i couldn’t see his face, but it was a man for sure. the way he stood, with his confidence in his activities printed all over his body and the way he spoke to me, his voice was deep and raspy. the shape of his body also helped me determine that he was a man. 

my eyes searched from the ground of the park, the grass in my hair, to the sharp blade held onto tightly by the strange and violent man who intended harm upon me. another whimper left my mouth as an agonizing pain traveled from the nerves in my stomach to my brain and i squirmed into a ball, trying to hold the throbbing area of my body as defense. my body squirmed again as a shooting pain was sent through my spine as i groaned and cried out. 

“what’s a pretty girl like you doing all alone on this side of town?” the man laughed evilly and i remained silence, gripping my stomach at the pain that continued to ring through my body. 

i studied the strange mask that covered his face, but in doing so the man got angry and used his large arms to lift my light body up by my arm and continue to shove me forward, forcing me to move.

it got to a point of pain where i knew he’d let up if i went along with him. just let him take me with him. what is the worst thing that could happen? he tortured me and then didn’t even put me out of my misery? maybe he just needed a good kill and then he could move on with his life. maybe i’m his good kill. 

there’s no point in my life on earth anymore. and this would be a way out without having to slit my own wrists or down several of my grandmother’s pain pills or buy a gun and shoot myself. my grandmother wouldn’t have to live with the guilt of not supporting me enough and i could join my parents.

i could reunite with them and not disappoint them. i’d suffer for a little bit with this guy, but then i’d be given my one wish. maybe it’s just easier to let him take me.

in that moment, my feet stopped kicking and my hands stopped moving and my lips stopped quivering. i walked easily with him, letting him pull me towards a white van that was quite obviously suspicious. i was near shoved in when a couple of shouts came in the distance.

i mentally begged that they didn’t care about me or that the man shoved me in and drove away quickly. but instead, the voices grew nearer and nearer and i felt the man start to panic. he quickly dropped my body to the ground, my legs weak as i collapsed against the dirty ground. 

footsteps came closer and closer as a gust of smoky gas winded me and i heard tires screech down the street. i coughed out loudly, my body frail as i was surrounded by a couple of boys who had concerned looks on their faces. 

two or three of them were running after the van, i could hear them, but they stopped after the man had turned and they’d lost sight. the other two were leaning over me, reaching out a hand for me to take. 

i felt absolutely disgusting as i tried to stand up but gripped my stomach in pain. i cried out and the boys who sat next to me looked worried, “jonah, go call 911″ 

i shook my head vigorously as the tallest boy took out his phone, “s-stop”

“hey, are you ok? take it easy” the boy that looked oddly like the strange musical.ly kid that i had always hated asked me. i shook my head at him, trying to stand up again but my body had yet to create enough energy.

“i-i-i’m fine” i told the boy, “leave me alone” 

“you were nearly just kidnapped, hun. this needs to be reported and you need to go to the hospital” The boy with the curliest of hair told me and i rolled my eyes.

“call me hun again and i’ll kick your balls in so far that you can taste them” i threatened and i looked to see the other boys holding in a laugh, “why can’t you guys just mind your own fucking business?” 

“you were about to be kidnapped. do you understand how serious that is?” one questioned.

“it’s not your job to save me. i would’ve been fine” i tried not to let my emotions get the best of me, but in that moment I was suffering from the trauma of what happened one year ago and what happened one minute ago and i couldn’t help it when the tears slipped out of my eyes.

“you could’ve been seriously injured by that guy. there is no playing with kidnappers. they could kill you” 

“and you couldn’t just let that happen? could you? you couldn’t let me go without the note? you couldn’t just leave me there to deal with it myself?” i questioned them before realizing how obvious i had just made everything.

“hey, hey. love, what’s your name?” the shortest one who reminded me of the famous asshole asked.

“(y/n)” i spit out, wiping a tear from my eyes.

“ok,  (y/n), i’m zach. this is jonah, jack, daniel, and corbyn” he introduces, “let’s go sit on the bench for a minute, ok?”

i didn’t want to trust him. to trust that he was there to help me, but my instincts beat my brain and i nodded my head slowly, allowing for him and the boy introduced as corbyn to help me stand up. 

my body was weak as they helped me over to a bench, “what are you talking about?”

“it’s nothing” i mumbled, “i’m fine and everything’s fine” 

zach shook his head at me, “you just admitted to five strangers that you wish that the man who had attempted to kidnap you had killed you to make everything easier. something about that doesn’t seem fine”

“way to be sensitive, dumbass” The curly haired jack flicked Zach on his forehead, which made me laugh a little bit.

“oh my god, jack shut up” Zach told him, “i’m serious, (y/n)” 

“im serious. it was a moment of weakness” i tell him, “today’s just a hard day for me and i let it get the best of me” 

“you look like you could use a little cheering up” Daniel told me, a small smile appearing on his face as i worried. this could be completely terrible.

the boys got into a huddle and i laughed at their little game plan like situation before they had suddenly reassembled themselves into a line.

i looked up to see Daniel start singing to me first, “hey good lookin how you doing? hey good looking how you doing? hey good lookin, what are you doing to me, to me, to me?” 

I laughed at the five boys who each had a beautiful voice that complemented each other nicely. The odd part was that it did make me feel a little bit better, the way they danced around a little bit, singing for me a little bit. It was strange though, at the same time. how’d they all know the words and parts to a random song.

“that was beautiful” i clapped my hands a little bit, “why have you guys rehearsed that enough to get it perfect” 

“well, we’re sorta in a band together” Zach explained to me, “we’re called why don’t we, and we formed about fourteen months ago” 

“sing me another song, then” i smiled up at him, my tears drying up on my face as i looked at the boys in front of me. 

that zach kid was really something special.

[cherrybombprincessa]

❝I will go to wore in a red dress, trample your ashes in high heels, look for my lipstick stain on your collar when I lean forwards not to kiss you, but to whisper 'I win'. ❞

⇋ Name; Calliopie Monika Arrilynn.

⇋ Age; 19.

⇋ Birthday; February 17th, 2000.

⇋ Astral Sign; Aquarius.

⇋ Nicknames; Callie.

⇋ Sexuality; Bisexual.

⇋ Eye Color; Dark Brown.

⇋ Hair Color; Red.

⇋ Height; 5'6.

⇋ Identifying Marks; Thick jagged scar on her chest and stomach, and small crescent shaped scars on her wrists.

⇋ Unique Features; N/A.

⇋ Occupation; Princess.

⇋ Nationality; German.

⇋ Marital Status; Single.

⇋ Faceclaim; Madelaine Petsch.

— Personality; Calliope is damaged to say the least. After the woman who she’d been raised to think was her mother had tried to bring about her death twice, she’d learned to ice out most of her emotions and feelings towards other people to prevent anyone else from hurting her. The only true times she was ever known to show emotions was when she was really overwhelmed or when her parents were involved in a situation, as they were known to intimidate and scare her. Calliope always maintains a rather kept exterior, not a hair out of place. Even though she keeps this maintained way about her, often inside that’s where the real damage. Even if both emotionally and physically she seems stable she often relives the traumas of her life. She has deep seated trust issues that can only be born of a life of lies. Even with the icy walls put up she has rooted insecurities about not being good enough, which she hides by appearing to be shallow, vain and conceited. Calliope has a mischievous wild-side though and likes to get into trouble, something that’s grown stronger since she’s discovered she’s royalty. She doesn’t shy away from a good party, and is no stranger to charm, seduction and sex. Rarely, she’ll show her compassionate and kind side, but this is reserved to very few others. Mostly it takes a long time to crack into her rough exterior. Calliope can be controlling and neurotic, liking things planned to the very last detail. She’s manipulative, harsh, cold and cruel on many circumstances, and doesn’t shy away from being unkind to people. She’s very witty as well. — Biography; Calliope had a complicated childhood. She was born in a hospital in Switzerland, one that was intended to specialize in particularly difficult births of wealthy families. Two families were there that day. One being a wealthy, but peasant born family, the Laity’s, and one being a family of royalty, one of the two main ruling families of Germany, the Arrilynn’s. They were due at the same time, in that same hospital. And while only one death happened, tragedy struck both families that day. Both the mother and child of the wealthy family were in critical condition so they had to operate immediately. The child, a daughter was on the very cusp of death. The royal family’s child was born in rough shape too, but not quite so bad. Both were moved to be held in intensive care however. The father of the small Laity child stayed in the hospital while the mother went back to America to try and get things ready for the baby’s transfer to the hospital there. It was there he witnessed the last few moments of his daughters life. He barely knew what he was doing, but he ended up switching the girl’s bracelets and tags on the incubators, as if the infant that had died was belonging to the Arrilynn’s. In a hurry, with tired overworked nurses, it worked. And sure enough, he took home the princess Calliope to his wife, and while the Arrilynn’s were crushed, the mother didn’t quite believe that the one who died was hers, not entirely. It was only when the autopsy came back and the blood type was wrong that they realized that somehow their daughter had been switched. Due to scrambles of files and the confusion of the nurses, nobody could find where their daughter could go. Calliope’s kidnapper, the man she called father, didn’t inform the woman played the role of her mother about what had happened and led her to believe Calliope was hers. And so she was raised by them. Things were okay for the first few years. Her mother always seemed to be distant, always having “headaches.” It was almost like she was avoiding Calliope. Her dad spoiled her though, taking as much care of her as he could in every way he could. Her mother became more abrasive and finally when Calliope eleven, her mother broke. She tried to kill her, stabbing her in the stomach, claiming that Calliope wasn’t hers. Calliope survived but not without a painful scarring that ran deeper than physically. Her mother was institutionalized and she was raised mostly by her father who took care of her. But he couldn’t undo the damage done. She had already begun hardening herself to the world. She made the conversion to a Queen Bee, school dominating type who partied and had fun, but also managed to seem like the perfect girl. When she was twenty, she was getting home late from a party only to find her father knocked out and her mother sitting in the living room. Once more, her life was attempted on and once more she barely made it out. The only miracle was that her mother fell after stabbing her and hit her head. During her surgery, they ran into problems because of her massive blood loss and discovered she couldn’t possibly be a child of the Laity’s after trying to type her father to donate. They found her DNA match while she was unconscious and recovering, only to find out that she was actually the Princess of Germany. When she woke up a week later after the event, she was in a hospital in Germany. The situation was explained to her by a police officer. She didn’t believe it, she couldn’t. But the DNA didn’t lie. Finally, she was forced to return to the house of the Arrilynn’s. She became Calliope Arrilynn, and she didn’t handle the transition well. Her mother, her real mother was even worse than her original mother, at least she’d had a cause. The woman was cold and harsh and had ridiculous expectations of Callie, constantly trying to sculpt her into what she believed the perfect royal to be. As for her father, he was creepy to say the least. Most times he almost reminded her of a man trying to woo a woman he was interested in. Callie rebelled but held onto her natural domineering attitude, while constantly trying to grapple for some control over her mother. That was when she found files explaining exactly why she’d ended up with the Arrilynn’s. It showed photos of her as early as sixteen, displaying that they did know she’d been out there the entire time. Upon more research and some manipulation, she found out the real reason for their bringing her back was because her mother could no longer get pregnant and they were desperate for an heir to the throne. They had no intention of making Callie this heir, but instead breeding Callie out to make one. She confronted her father first, as she figured he might break. That was when he made a move to bed her, telling her it was not unusual because he hadn’t raised her. She was disgusted, not having known the depths and lengths her parents had planned on going to with their breeding program they intended on. When a struggle ensued, Callie’s mother interrupted and had her briefly institutionalized in order to brainwash her. When she refused to give and broke out. Her mother thought the best place for her was the Royal Pains Estate.