#he's like i need to have patience but he is sooo immature :/

[melrosing]

wait are we sharing evil sibling stories? bc tbh i read the books and watched the show and just assumed that sansa and arya were normal cause they are. im pretty sure ive gotten a direct hit to my sisters head with a hairbrush. i have gotten into a physical fight with my brother who is four years younger. my sister regularly fake cried for a period of four years whenever someone annoyed her to make them feel guilty. she also takes my things but i am never giving some of hers back. my brother usually initiates the fights.

we usually get on great, but if horseface is all sansa's got? thats fuckin weak

honestly I think even the siblings I knew growing up who actually 'got along' didn't at least half the time. the fact that most of the Stark kids do get along..... freaky. weird.

[matches-is-meow]

Hello! I'm here to request a romantic MHA matchup if you could please! I'm a 16 year old female but I look and act mature for my age(due to trauma) so I often get mistaked as an 18 year old or even older sometimes. Some good qualities of mine are maturity, level headedness, and then I can be motherly. Some bad traits can include bluntness, coming off as cold, and stubbornness. I'm an introvert so i hate being around crowds and speaking infront of people I also have social anxiety so that doesn't help... I would much prefer staying at home watching anime and petting my pets than going out... More of my fun and loud side comes out around my friends or the right people. My hobbies or things I enjoy include hanging out with friends, swimming, listening to music, art, laying in bed on my phone, animals(I want to work with animals as a job), watching anime, the ocean(I love water if I could choose a quirk it would be water based), stargazing(I love galaxies, the moon and stars I find everything so fascinating), the colors black, blue, purple, then finally goth/emo style and aesthetic! Some dislikes of mine are bananas, P.E./sports(volleyball is okay tho), and men/father figures in my life-. My music taste includes the artists, The Neighborhood, Girl In Red, The Arctic Monkeys, Billie Eilish, Melanie Martinez, Alec Benjamin, Corpse, and Conan Gray! I'm bisexual/omnisexual so either gender could work but in mha I lean towards having a stronger preference for the guys compared to the girls so do with that what you will. Traits I dislike in others are immaturity, impatience, disrespect, pushing boundaries, and not listening. Traits I look for in others are respect, kindness, understanding, patience, and humor. A bit about my appearance is I have longish black hair, pale skin, freckles, i'm a bit chubby, and tall(5'8). Im also very insecure and I doubt myself a lot but I'm trying to work on that! Some love languages include words of affirmation, quality time, physical touch and sometimes acts of service. I have mental and physical health issues so I would need someone who could accept and be able to handle that. I would also need someone that would accept that I have trauma as well. I would want this relationship to be a two way thing so its very important that they give the same effort I'm giving into the relationship. I would prefer not to be matched with Denki, Bakugou, Iida, Tokoyami or any adult since I'm a minor. I think thats it... I'm sorry if I missed anything you needed or if this is to long! I understand if you don't get to me right away! I hope your having a nice day! Thank you!

alrighhhhtttttt girly pop thanks so much for asking, i really appreciated the specificity in the ask. and look, i know you said that you you leaned to the guys but i feel like you would mesh really well with Tsuyu if you didnt specify a dude. yall have similar vibes. But i eventually just decided against it, but uhhhhh heres your matchup!! i had a ton of fun writing this one.

and your matchup isss…… *drumroll*

Shoto Todoroki (yay!)

Todoroki made a very conscious effort not to get crushes on anybody, ever. He had seen how damaging relationships could get, and there was always an ambiguous fear that he would turn out like his father. Sooo very celibate he was.

until uh oh spegettio!! you dont choose who you are and what you love in this world!!!

He would not consider himself hot headed; he would not. He would not consider himself cold hearted; he would not. But somehow emotion flowed and ebbed easier with sensible, level headed you around.

or maybe…

maybe it was the time you sat him down and asked him how he was doing. What? Why did you ask him, what favor did you owe him? was this… just your nature? to care about people, care about him?

what probably reallllly did him in was the brief glimpses of affection you gave him. Little shoulder touches here, the touch of an arm there, barely noticeable to anyone not utterly starved of affection.

Todoroki is very starved of affection.

He would pine, long, and yearn for so long before asking you on a date. It would be weeks, months, years, even if he could wait that long.

He would ask you out in a carefully planned scenario with every variable double and triple checked.

he probably wrote a script of what he was going to say and deadass pulled it out to you in front of your face.

hes trying his best honey

He was very awkward at first, but after a couple of dates,,,,, oooh boy, he treats you like a queen.

he is so determined to not be like his dad that he will literally be the textbook definition of ”healthy stable relationship”

Mans opens the door, pulls out the chair, splits the check, after you beg for half of it, glares at mineta, remembers your birthday,, wow.

and. the best thing of all. is how he gets it. he knows how it is to just HATE. your father figure and to have a lot of trauma. he feels just such empathy because hes been there.

If you wanna rant, he's there.

you wanna pretend that father figures are just a societal hallucination, he’s there

if you wanna be held close, he’s there.

he thinks your so great, by the way. you ground him with your honesty when he feels like the world is drifting away a bit, and, not to be weird but he feels super happy on the inside that you have social anxiety because he gets a little scared that something bad might happen to you, and he loves quality time with his queen!

Also, sweetie, he has a sixth sense for when you feel insecure so just be prepared to be overly showered in love and affection when every you complain about yourself.

He is definitely a fan of nicknames, kinda gives darling and love kind of vibes.

oh, and one more thing.

he will kill for you.

/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/

hey hidey hey! I have no clue what possessed me with the kinda edgy ending there, but Todoroki would not date someone he is not prepared to risk it all for, sooooooo yeah. Tysm internet person, it was a really neat profile to work with.

[leviosa-kat]

guys my age

pairing: reader x teacher!ashton

warning: smut 18+, teacher/student

word count: ~1020

authors note: another story inspired by one of my old wattpad smuts i wrote :)

Everyone had a label in high school. There was the popular kids, the nerds, the jocks, the goths.

You had your own unique label though, and you weren’t too happy about it. You were the school slut.

Yeah, you messed around with a lot of guys, and yeah, you regret most of them, but you didn’t understand why every single person in your school cared.

“Did you hear that Y/N Y/L/N sucked Luke’s dick in the locker room last week?”

Everyday was the same, except a new rumor with a new boy was circulating around the school.

You scoffed and pushed passed through the large groups of students, making your way to your locker, your best friend, Lily, meeting up with you.

She noticed the annoyance on your face, reaching out to rub your back. “New rumor?”

“Oh, you haven’t heard?” you exclaimed, not meaning to sound upset at her, “I thought everyone in the fucking school knew.”

“Oh, babe,” she pouted at you, letting your head fall onto her shoulder. “It’s our senior year, these rumors won’t matter once we graduate.”

“Easy for you to say, no ones heavily invested in YOUR sex life. It’s like a fucking game to these boys, they show interest in me, get in my pants, and then see what crazy rumors they can make about me. I’ve heard 8 different stories about me and Luke.”

This is why you hated guys your age, they were so immature and would do anything to embarrass you.

As you turned around to hear to your last period with Lily, a large figure pushed you into the lockers, pinning you against the wall.

“Oh fuck off, Luke, I’m really not in the mood for your shit right now.”

He didn’t budge. “C’mon, Y/N, you weren’t saying that when my cock was in you.” he said, raising his voice so everyone in the crowded hallway heard.

You finally mustered enough strength to rip Luke’s hands off your shoulders, walking down the hall to your class.

“Miss Y/L/N, why are you late?” your teacher, Mr. Irwin questioned.

“Sorry my locker was jammed.” you mumbled, going to your seat in the back.

“Please stay after class, Miss Y/L/N.”

Once the bell rang, everyone was packing up to leave, except you.

“Hi Mr. Irwin, I’m sorry I was late to class. Did I miss any work?” you asked, trying to make the situation better.

“Oh please, Y/N, I don’t care care about that. What’s going on?”

“I told you, my locker was jammed..”

“Not about being late, about Luke. Did you really suck his cock?” he cocked an eyebrow at you, awaiting your response.

“Mr. Irwin! That is highly inappropriate, I don’t have to tell you anything!”

“Sweetheart, it’s okay you can trust me. I keep hearing all of these rumors about sweet, little Y/N and I wanna know if they’re true.”

Your heart fluttered at the nickname, but you were still confused as to why your english teacher cared about your sex life so much.

“Fine,” you huffed, “yes, I hooked up with Luke, but it wasn’t at school, I swear!”

“Ah, right.” You stared at him in confusion, wondering when he’ll let you go. “I can’t stop thinking about if these rumors are true or not, Miss Y/L/N. Why don’t you try and help me find out?”

“Mr. Irwin, I-I can’t..” you stuttered. You knew you wanted to, sure he was very attractive and you always had a thing for older men, but your teacher? No way.

“Why not, Y/N? School is over and the building is almost empty, I assure you that we will not get caught.” he placed a hand on your thigh.

“Well, o-okay,” you mumbled, getting on your knees in front of his large computer chair.

“That’s my good girl,” he smirked, his hand flying to your hair as you unzipped his dress pants.

You pulled his cock out and teasingly licked the tip, your hand massaging his shaft.

“No teasing, princess, I need your mouth..” he groaned.

You slid your mouth down his thick shaft, taking all that you could fit in your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down, gagging around him, until he took control. He grabbed a chunk of your hair into a makeshift ponytail and thrusted quickly into your mouth.

“So pretty, baby.” he mumbled in between breaths, rubbing your cheek with his thumb, “but I need your pussy, please, darling.”

You stood up, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. He flipped you over, pulling up your skirt and pushing you against the desk. You were bent at the waist, your pussy and ass only covered by your thin panties.

You wiggled your ass, trying to get some sort of touch from him, but all you got was a harsh slap on your ass.

“Patience, honey,” he rubbed your red ass, soothing the sting, “Daddy’s gonna fuck you in just a second.”

He took his cock in his hand, pulling your panties to the side. His hands gripped your hips and he slowly pushed his cock into you.

“Y/N,” he grunted, “your pussy is so tight, my cock won’t even fit all the way.” He fucked into you slowly, increasing his pace every few thrusts.

“Fuck, Mr. Irwin, you feel sooo good.”

He reached around to grab your throat with one hand, thrusting his cock in and out of you at a rapid pace. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer with every thrust, your pussy clenching around his cock. “I-I don’t know if i’ll last any longer, sir.”

“Don’t you fucking, cum, princess. You cum when daddy says so.” he said sternly, continuing to abuse your tight pussy.

You tried your hardest to hold it, but with one hard thrust against your g-spot, you were coming undone all over his cock.

He fucked you through your high, not stopping or slowing down when you became extra sensitive.

“Fuuuck,” you cried, your legs giving out, “I’m too sensitive, sir, please stop.” Tears were spilling out of your eyes, his cock ramming into you even harder than before.

After a few more thrusts, he pulled out and finished himself off, leaving white ribbons of cum on your ass and back.

“I’m sorry, daddy,” you pouted, looking up at him with your big eyes.

“It’s okay, princess,” he rubbed your cheek soothingly, “I guess you’ll just have to come over later and show me how sorry you are,” he winked.

[darksiders-scenarios]

I'm so excited for your blog, and you're clearly doing great so far! You write incredibly well, by the way. To put it to the test; How would things go with the Horsemen + Samael finding a human who was EXACTLY like them personality wise, and ended up being their SO. Like, full sass and sarcasm thrown back at Death, or the innuendos and smart-ass talk thrown back at Strife. (Or any other headcanons you have for them, that was just an example, those are just the couple HC I have for those two.)

Strife:

Strife was ecstatic that you shared the same distasteful humour as him. When you fired back a lot of sexual innuendos, he was shocked at the… X rated content you were quite versed in. As impressed as he was, he was sometimes disturbed and would even blush at the cruder ones. Apparently, humans were not as prude as he used to think.

Eventually, he starts imitating your lines much to your amusement and dismay when he starts throwing them back at you. And you have something like a vicious innuendo spar which normally ends in a draw.

And both being of competitive nature, you’d challenge each other’s ‘authority’ over the relationship. And Strife being just that extra bit more competitive, he’d even resort to using Death as his pawn… again much to your amusement and dismay - more so, dismay.

After a particular string of indecent insults thrown at the eldest, Death had growled that Strife ceased this immature behaviour to which he replied smugly, “Oh, but it’s hard… so sooo hard.”

You decided to curb your tongue for a while after that.

War:

'Silence is golden’ - you and War are the epitome of that saying; comfortable in each other’s presence and only speaking when necessary. You favour deep, absorbing conversations over vacuous, small talk and War approves that you’re able to give space when space is needed.  

Like him, you rarely smile, in support of expression through your deeds. Unfortunately, this makes it challenging for the Horseman to identify what are the things that make you happy or upset. War is quite reflective of your behaviour, often analysing you and being perceptive of his own character. He regards you as a source of great advice - a possible trait due to your humanity.

You’re obsessed with attending the gym, particularly bodybuilding and War starts to worry whether that addiction can damage your health, due to the unsettling awareness of the frailty of the human body. But he would prefer that over you battling demons with him.

He is approving of your straightforwardness and will never doubt your fierce loyalty. Unfortunately, your protective nature means that you can get yourself into unwanted confrontation should you feel that someone insults or makes a move towards the rider.

Death:

Death was mostly impressed that you were neither offended nor disapproved of his sarcastic nature and you both would have banter sessions rich with comebacks and sarcasms. It was always something you both looked forward to.

When he’s in a foul mood and responds little to your comments, you’d say something witty like, “Oh my god, I’ve just discovered I have a superpower.” When this catches his attention, you’d add, “Oh wait no, I’m just being ignored,” and this would elicit a groan (and a hidden smile) from him.

But when your sarcasms become slightly unbearable, the Rider would compare you to Strife to which you’d casually retaliate that you’re actually mirroring Death. His eyes would narrow and he’d be uncharacteristically silent for days which would worry you. But in reality, Death would be reflecting if he can really be that crass and would momentarily feel a brief flicker of pity for everyone he’s insulted.

But the more disturbing thought - one that made him shudder - was the one where Strife might almost be as intelligent as him.

Death is very observant and would ponder that beneath your heavy sarcastic exterior, like him, you were also concealing a dispirited and guilt ridden past. This would make him that more determined to understand and sympathise with you. And maybe, in time, he may find the confidence to share some things with you… maybe.

Samael:

The Blood Prince finds you a delightful little fireball. One minute you are charismatic and charming and the next thing he knew, you are pounding through the skulls of unfortunate demons with a maniacal streak in your eyes. Your unpredictable and mysterious nature is a much needed entertainment in the rather dull and monotonous life in Hell.

Your grandiose personality is further inflated due to your bond with the demon, and you are very boastful of your 'title’ to anyone that crosses your path, including the Council’s lapdogs and White City’s Archangels.

You are hypersensitive to criticisms and will not hesitate to confront your lover whom will only further provoke you with taunts and exasperating acerbic comments, relishing in your mounting ire and keeping record of his 'successes’. But he does halt before your pride gets dangerously low.

Despite your quickness to irritate, you possess an abundance of patience but when pushed to your limit, Samael will encourage you to 'exact revenge’ on the 'perpetrators’. But you needn’t any encouragements.

[farielle]

Short Horror Story

Love is the most beautiful thing in the world. But not all people can definitely explain what is love after all. For you? Yes you, you who is reading this. What is love? Do you think that is the right definition? Well, for me love is unconditional. Don't love someone just because the conditions are right for you. Everyone keeps saying "stay in love" because it will bring such happiness. Truthfully, love brings happiness. I've been in love with my family, friends and the people around me but loving someone whom you think spending the rest of your life with is way much difficult and exceptional. Some say it is too early to say, but for me loving someone don't need time when are you going to express it as long as you truly love that person. Because getting to know a person takes a lifetime. Doesn't matter if things don't work out well or things may work well so good. Love doesn't need to be perfect, it just need to be true. I've fell in love with a man so much but things did not work out well as it ends. Not because we are too immature, not because we don't love each other anymore, not because we hate each other anymore and not because we did not work things out anymore. Loving someone doesn't define by how long you are together because days feels like weeks and weeks feels like months and months feels like years when you're in love.

We started as friends and from friends to bestfriends and bestfriends to lovers. I never expected things would go out well. We started the bond of friendship whom no one can define. We were from different city, different way of life, different culture, different family values, different religion, different food that we want to eat, different needs and wants, different interests and so much differences goes on. But truly opposite attracts. It is never easy managing such relationship. It needs time, effort, patience and so much understanding. So if you plan on loving someone more than one, then you have to double things out and prepare for karma. What goes around, comes around. Because when you truly love someone you will never think of hurting them or "sorry" will never be a word for you because when you say "sorry" it means you've hurt them. Humility always counts. As he started working to set his goals and dreams that he wanted to pursue well, things are not same anymore. It seems like everything is changing. We barely see each other, talking to each other seems so hard to do, we rarely talk, it's just that the things that we used to do becomes so rare anymore. It feels so sad that my tears would drop from my eyes thinking that I am not one of his dreams and not a part of his goals. And I can't tell him that I wanted to be part of his life in reaching his dreams. All I want is for him to be happy even if that happiness doesn't includes me.

He was always one call away, he was always one text away, he was always one drive away, he was always there when I needed someone to lean on, he was always been there through time until one day things changed. And things has always been a "was" anymore. I accepted everything because I believe people will always change and we have to embrace it. We should always love a changing person because that's how love works. So I keep loving him more even if it hurts, even if he is so hard to deal with, even if he is so hard to love and even if there is no spark anymore, that electrifying feeling that we feel when we're in love or simply the excitement of the relationship. I was hoping that the spark will come back, that one day he will love me back as what we used to be. Because I love him more if it hurts and I love him more than the changes that was done. So I keep holding on. There are some people who love so deeply and care so much and give every bit of themselves until there is nothing left for themselves. People who give away part of themselves just to make others feel whole again. There are some people who shows so much strength just to lift others even if they felt so weak. People who hide tears you don't know about. People who feel lonely in a crowd. And people who will continue to love even if it hurts.

Then we started fighting, arguing, and started to hurt each other's feelings. But we manage to patch up and work things out. But as we work things out from time to time, it seems like he was doing it as a respect or he doesn't want to feel guilty about giving up in the relationship. But I stayed in love with him like how I fell in love with him from the very start. Even if he was not treating me same, even if I was hurting, I love him same as I love him from the very start. Because I can't let him go in a certain. I never forget to remind him everyday how much I love him. I did my best but I guess my best wasn't good enough. But I'm not dumb, I maybe playing like a dumb but definitely not dumb. I knew his love for me is fading when he started breaking his promises, and all our conversations stop ending with "I love you". I knew his love for me is fading when he is not paying attention about what we talk and his mind was somewhere else. I knew his love for me was fading when he started saying "nothing" every time I ask him "is there something wrong?". I knew his love for me was fading when he started being okay with going to sleep with our problems unsolved and knowing I was sad and did not even bother to ask me how was my day or how am I doing. I know his love for me was fading when he don't talk much anymore and the conversations were so null. I know his love for me was fading when he started making excuses. And I know his love for me was fading when every time he looks me into my eyes and those eyes doesn't look at me the way he looks when he still felt so much love for me.

I still keep holding on because I believe loving someone is a choice and I choose to love him even if it's hurting me, I choose to love him because I felt unexplained happiness when I'm with him as my favorite person, as my favorite addiction, and as my favorite part of my day. Until one day, I knew his love for me was gone when he don't say morning greetings and before going to sleep greetings anymore. I knew his love for me was gone when he don't reply to my messages anymore. I knew his love for me was gone when he saw my messages but got no reply. I knew his love for me was gone when I felt like I was the only one holding on to this relationship. I knew his love for me was gone when I realize that I was holding to a man's hand without holding mine back. I knew his love for me was gone when I was the only one happy in the relationship. I knew his love for me was gone when he suddenly just disappeared knowing I was crying in pain because of him. and I knew his love for me was gone when he lost interest in me, he lost excitement in talking with me and when he lost his heart while being with me.

He felt out of love and I did not even bother to ask why, how, and when. Mixed emotions came. I was sad, angry, in pain, broke but I couldn't shout on him. I was being deaf, he bids goodbye and I didn't even bothered to ask why. All that I wanted to ask is how to unloved him? Falling out of love is not a fault. I couldn't blame him if he doesn't felt love anymore. Because I knew I was easily replaceable, Not pretty as other girls in the city, not sexy as other girls who came from gym, not smart as other girls who attains very much success in life, not rich as other who came from a wealthy family, no talent to be proud of,  no skills to be shared and no beauty to be shown. I am just an ordinary girl who fell in love with a man who makes me feel so special at the first place.

So I started moving on, sleepless nights, wet pillows, heartbreaks, heartaches, taking one step at a time. It takes sooo much time to move on but I know eventually I can and I will. I keep thinking of him. Don't force yourself to stop thinking of to someone because it will take time for you to move on, unless keep thinking of him until one day you will eventually get tired. Keep loving them still even if they are not there anymore, even if you don't hear his voice on the phone anymore. Until one day you will get tired. You will find yourself being tired by doing those. And then one day we will realize we let go on someone without noticing. We stop thinking of them everyday. We stop waiting for their reply and stop checking and stalking their social sites. We stop allowing them to take up so much space in our life. We move on, going on our day without worrying about them. We stop expecting them to come back with an apology. And then one day, we can accept that they are no longer part of our lives.

Then we will continue our lives without them and learn from every single mistake. There is nothing wrong of being single. And there is nothing wrong of being broken, because if it doesn't get broken maybe it wasn't love at all.  We can't forget the once we loved, it doesn't work like that. What if one day they will suddenly come back, telling things like this and like that, then I may be thinking they didn't find someone better than me. Then he keeps calling me, and I wish I'll be strong enough not to answer it anymore. Even if it's late night or early morning. Then memories will start to flashback and the pain in the heart will be there. What if I'll answer and he will tell me he miss me because he know my weaknesses. I wish I'll be strong enough not to answer. When he's calling me in the middle of the night because he's lonely, when he calls me every time he's bored. When he call me for late night talks because he can't do anything and he's just bored because I know he is just making me as his past time. And he calls me every time because he know I will always answer it. I just wish I'll be strong enough not to answer.