#im simping help-

[darlingvioletog]

completely binge read dark science yesterday and brainrotting over xiaoling chavez badlyyyyy, like shes so my type but also god do I relate to her

[iceunhie]

head empty, thinking about jealous!jiaoqiu who purposefully puts ten times the spice in the food he presents to your admirer/s whenever they go and seek some of his eternally praised cuisine for a health benefit or something to heal their injuries. my petty king 🤩

with the few careless (and frankly, dense, because what in Lan's name did they think they were doing, cozying up to you in front of him) individuals who had the actual nerve to flirt with you right in front of jiaoqiu cooking, it doesn't bode well for them. at. all.

(the yaoqing receives a huge number of people who seem to have a) fainted b) fell ill c) couldn't taste anything afterwards.)

soon after, an unspoken policy is formed, warning any that ask for your hand.

if the healer jiaoqiu is in the vicinity, cease all closely intimate and casual actions with [name] at once.

if jiaoqiu sports a gentle, close eyed smile while preparing his concoctions, please prepare for an intense assault of spice. (note: smile with teeth showing indicates immense level of malice! we do not advise visiting jiaoqiu's services at said time.)

please do not attempt to flirt with healer jiaoqiu's lover; should you value your life.

-> the subject of this policy is a point of laughter for you and jiaoqiu (but mostly jiaoqiu) for a long, long time.

when you ask why he doesn't dispel the rumors of him accidentally poisoning people with spice, jiaoqiu smiles, hiding his gloat behind his fan. “it's more convenient that way.”

?????? what is happeningngh........ am i transforming into a jiaoqiu simp 😨😨

[lisutarid-a]

"-Still just a child, aren't you? A pigheaded, pathetic, daddy-hating child. And under that brattish exterior? Loneliness. -I don't deny it. Why would I? It's brought me all this."

[renrenkaaa]

Heartfelt congratulations to Muryan for being playable!

[thespaceyace]

today’s doodle page ft. loid and yor

[fuctacles]

Eddie, begrudgingly: Dustin's older brother is kinda fine :/

I had a craving for best friend's older brother AU so I wrote some but it's not my forte I'm out of ideas so that might be it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Edit: jokes on me I guess [Part II] [Part III]

Eddie was about to knock on his freshman friend’s door when there was a loud commotion on the other side and the door opened by itself. A guy, probably around his age, nearly ran into him in his haste to leave the house. He startled, taking Eddie in. And then taking a double take, the way Eddie was used to people doing at the sight of him.

“Who are you?” the guy asked, scrunching his nose and not meeting Eddie’s eyes.

He felt his hackles rise, venom building in his throat and ready to spit. He wasn’t expecting this on a Saturday on his friend’s doorstep, but he guessed this was the kind of town where you just couldn’t wear your battle vest in peace anywhere. His upper lip twitched ready to form a snarl, when suddenly the guy's features softened, a spark of recognition lighting up his eyes.

“Wait. Let me guess. Eddie?”

Eddie faltered, taken aback by the sudden shift in tone. He frowned.

“Yeah?”

The guy's face warmed up with a smile, and Eddie was not ready for that kind of emotional rollercoaster this early in the morning.

“Dustin’s stories do not do you justice,” he says for some reason, eyeing him again. Eddie wants to shrivel up and hide. What the fuck was happening. “He’s waiting for you in the kitchen,” he said, stepping to the side to invite him in. “I have to go to work, so you two be good, okay?” he says before waving a cheery goodbye and closing the door, disappearing just as abruptly as he showed up in front of Eddie. The inside of the house suddenly seemed dull.

Another ray of sunshine peeked from the kitchen, toothy grin and hazelnut curls.

“So you’ve met Steve!” Dustin grinned in place of a greeting.

Eddie gawked at him.

“That,” he pointed at the closed door. The sound of a car leaving the curb tickled his ears. “Was Steve?!”

“The adopted brother Steve? The Star Wars fan Steve? The badass older brother Steve?”

“Yes, all that,” Dustin nodded enthusiastically.

“I thought he was, like, 16!” Eddie flailed and it sounded like a petulant whine even to his ears. He winced.

Dustin frowned at him like he was being stupid. Eddie didn’t like that gaze, but unfortunately at this point, he was getting used to it. His younger friend leaned on the kitchen door frame watching Eddie toe off his shoes.

“He’s 19. What gave you that impression?”

Eddie frowned at his scuffed Reeboks. He nudged them with his toe to line up, looking for an answer.

“The adopted part, I think? He’s almost an adult, who adopts that old?”

He knew he had said the wrong thing as soon as he said it. He looked up at Dustin, whose face twisted uncomfortably.

“Shit, sorry man. I didn’t mean-”

Dusting clicked his tongue impatiently, interrupting him.

“It’s fine. This is an unconventional arrangement,” he said in that way when you heard something repeatedly. “I can tell you more, but after we make that character sheet, okay?”

Eddie nodded, eager to abandon his social faux pas. The Henderson’s were an unconventional unit, and that’s what he loved about them, at least from the stories Dustin shared. The guy was a little freak, just like Eddie, so it checked out his family was just as unconventional. So was Eddie’s after all.

The parallels made him warm up inside, the familiar need to protect his younger friends flaring up.

“Deal,” he nodded, following his friend inside the kitchen, where notebooks and DnD manuals already littered the table.

A couple of hours, two coffees and an unsolved argument about the intricacies of multiclassing later, they decided to take a break and Eddie could finally feast his eyes on the family photos on display. He stood in front of the newest one standing front and centre on the mantle. Steve was smiling shyly to the camera while Claudia Henderson had her arms around his shoulders and Dustin was grinning wide from his other side, hair ruffled by the older boy's hand.

“How long he has been living here?”

Dustin’s head popped out of the kitchen where he was rummaging for snacks.

“About a year. Remember the Starcourt fire?”

“Yeah?” Eddie frowned, taken aback by the seemingly unrelated question.

“Well, he’s been there and-” the boy frowned, fully stepping into the living room and crossing his arms. “Shit, Mom says I shouldn’t be babbling it around. That it’s Steve's story to tell.”

Eddie hummed, cocking his head.

“Your mom is very smart.”

Dustin unwrapped his arms, clenching his hands together.

“I guess I could tell you I mean who are you gonna tell? You just-”

Eddie raised both his hands, stopping him.

“Dude, he interrupted with all the disapproval his drug dealing nonconformist self could muster. “She’s right and that would be breaking your brother’s trust.”

“Uh. Yeah,” Dustin gulped, looking adequately ashamed at proposing the idea. “You’re right., he nodded.

This lasted about half a second because nobody could stop Henderson from being an egocentric know-it-all and since he was wrong he was now going to overcompensate for it. Of that, Eddie could be sure.

“We can go to his workplace and you could ask him!”

Eddie raised his hands again.

“Hold your horses Henderson, we’re not harassing your brother at work.” The boy was actually pouting, the little shit. “I am not that determined to hear it. I’ll just catch him another time I visit.”

That was the wrong thing to say because he wasn’t planning on being a recurring guest initially. Or maybe it was the right thing to say since Dustin positively beamed at the implication.

Maybe it was because the kid’s presence has been a good influence on him as well.

Also, while the story of Steve’s adoption didn’t seem that interesting before, the idea of a mall fire being somehow involved raised questions that were now itching the back of Eddie’s tongue. He had to ask them at some point.

*

“There’s this guy,” Eddie starts one day during lunch break. 

“Oh-ho,” Gareth murmurs with disdain, the crumbs from his sandwich falling from his lips.

“Not like that,” Eddie glowered at him, slapping against his arm. Even though it was kinda like that. “He’s picking up Henderson after Hellfire today and if we run into him, I want you guys to be civil.”

“We’re always civil,” Jeff frowns at Eddie’s backhanded accusations.

“Yeah, especially when you guys are mooning after Mrs. Wheeler.”

The comment raised a wave of loud protests from his friends.

“I am just saying-”

“You’re just saying that guy is hot and we shouldn’t ogle him?” Gareth, the worst friend he has, raised his eyebrow.

“No, I’m just-”

“You calling dibs, Munson?” John the Traitor, the Backstabber, joined in. Johned in, if you will.

‘No!” Eddie protested, maybe a little too loud. A couple of heads turned but when they saw the ruckus was coming from the freaks table, they quickly lost interest. “He’s the worst. A hunk of jock with stupid hair but!” He rose a finger. “He’s Henderson’s family. And what do we do with family members in Hellfire?”

“Lure in.”

“Lull into a fake sense of security.”

“Cast charm person.”

“Exactly,” he smirked, pointing his finger at each of them in approval. “This case is no different.”

“It feels different,” Gareth murmured under his breath, earning himself another smack on the shoulder.

*

Eddie wrapped up the session and was giving out experience points to his players when a soft knock interrupted his counting. He frowned at the door.

“Speak ‘friend’ and enter!” he hollered to his sheep’s utter glee. He grinned at them.

Dead silence was all the response he got, so he assumed whatever normie was bugging them got discouraged. But then, Henderson was turning around in his seat, yelling at the door.

“It’s from Lord of the Rings! You know this one!”

There was a shuffle on the other side where apparently, Steve came already to pick up his brother.

“Oh! Um… Melon? Was that it?”

“You may enter!” Eddie commanded with a grin straining at his cheeks. Dustin was doing a good job educating his jock brother, apparently. 

The guy pushed the door open, taking in the table full of teenagers. He waved hesitantly.

“You guys finishing up?”

“I’m handing out points, we need just a few minutes,” Eddie waved his hand. “And it’s Mellon.”

Steve frowned.

“That’s what I said.”

“Sure you did,” Eddie cocked his head condescendingly, ignoring the eyes of Corroded Coffin members staring at him. “Now sit and wait,” he gratuitously offered, snapping his fingers and pointing at a nearby bench, like Henderson’s older brother was some kind of dog.

To his surprise, he nodded shortly and obeyed, sitting down and watching him expectantly. Eddie took it as his cue to proceed. He coughed to gather his sheep's attention and went back to his meticulous calculations.

*

“That didn’t look like Charm Person to me,” Gareth hissed as soon as the younger members of Hellfire had left.

“Huh? What are you talking about?” Eddie scrunched his eyebrows, throwing him a look while he stuffed his campaign notes into his bag.

“You told us to be nice, but you ordered him around like he was one of the kids,” Jeff pointed out, arms crossing.

“I did not”

“You totally did.”

Eddie’s eyes narrowed as he straightened up.

“What is this? Mutiny? Among my own kin? Ungrateful little herd I had nurtured on my own breast-”

He was interrupted by a cacophony of grossed out noises.

“Spare us the imagery, please.”

Eddie huffed indignantly, closing his bag.

“Then quit yapping. It was a singular lapse of judgement on my part,” he said with finality, throwing his bag over his shoulder. Without looking back, he walked off, hand raised in a goodbye, “Toodles, bitches.”

And he was gone.

Gareth sighed.

“Man, I love Eddie, but sometimes…” John cut himself off, shaking his head. 

“Yeah.”

*

Eddie’s been on the fence about it for some time now. But the time was ticking and he did say more than once that ‘86 was gonna be his year, so maybe it was time to pocket his ego and make some calls.

Some very, very humiliating calls.

Sighing deeply he imagined himself going to the woods and digging up a deep hole. There he imaginary buried his pride, made a fancy map to find it later, hopefully in time for his graduation, and finally dragged himself back home and in front of his phone. Next to it, he tacked on a list of numbers of all his newest sheepies in case of emergencies. Like Hellfire scheduling.

He sighed once more, slumping dramatically before dialling the first of the numbers. As he listened to the dial tone, he squared his shoulders, decided a more confident pose was in order. He was now a man of action, taking his fate in his own hands. His pride was buried deeply in the darkest corners of the forest and only a courageous-

“Har- Henderson residence, this is Steve speaking.”

Eddie’s mind went blank, completely thrown off. Who was he calling again? What for?

“Hello?”

“Is this how you pick up the phone? Did I get the wrong house? Is this the British Queen?”

“... Eddie? Is that you?”

Busted.

“What gave me away?”

“Ah, only the dramatic nonsensical ramblings.” Steve answered, amusement in his voice. 

“Thank you, I pride myself in those.” No pride! Pride is buried deep in the putrid soil of a forgotten battlefield! “But I’m here for the superior Henderson, please and thank you.” Ah yes, the Charm Person again. Somebody could think Eddie buried his Charisma along with the pride.

“Sorry, Claudia is at work right now.”

Eddie scrunched his nose, confused, the gleeful tilt to the voice in his ear irking him. Then he remembered the mom. A staple in most households.

“Har, har, Steven. The smart one.”

��Please never call him that to his face,” the man said with a resigned sigh.

“There wouldn’t be enough space in the room for both our egos if I did.”

Steve laughed then, softly and genuinely, before calling out for his younger brother.

After a loud rattle, Dustin’s lispy voice finally reached Eddie’s trailer.

“What's up?”  

The man braced himself for what he was about to request.

“I need your help with an assignment.”

*

The door opened before he could even knock. Again.

“I thought I told you not to inflate his ego.”

“No, you told me not to call him smart. It is merely a by-product of my desperate attempts at graduating,” Eddie shrugged matter-of-factly. “Besides, I don’t respond to the likes of you.” He punctuated his words by seizing the guy up before brushing past him inside the Henderson’s house.

“The likes of- Excuse me?!”

Eddie was skipping towards Dustin’s room.

“Hey big guy I’m here for my tutoring!” he announced himself, standing in the open door to his friend’s room, who quickly beckons him inside. Steve’s heavy steps follow and soon he’s the one standing in the door frame, arms crossed, while Eddie bounces on Dustin’s bed.

“What do you mean the likes of me?” he asks, almost pouting. 

“Mainstream,” offered Dustin, shuffling through stuff on his desk.

“Jocks,” added Eddie, still bouncing with glee, hair following up and down.

“Normies.”

“Pop listeners.”

“Mom friends.”

“Conformists.”

“Okay, I get it!” Steve threw his hands in the air, stopping the list that probably wouldn’t come to an end otherwise. “You’re the cool guys, have fun having your cool stuff,” he huffed angrily, grabbing the doorknob. Before he closed the door he threw one seething glance at Dustin. “Do not. Ask me for snacks,” he hissed before slamming the door shut.

Eddie flipped back on the bed, a wide grin splitting his face.

“Man, your brother is so easy to rile up,” he chuckled gleefully.

“Right?! He’s so bitchy,” Dusting turned around towards him, signature smile in place. Eddie hollered.

“He is!”

Alas, a slap of palms interrupted his delightful trashing around.

“I believe we have some physics to cover?”

Eddie groaned. Right. He didn’t come here to bother the older Henderson. Booo.

[Steddie masterpost] [Ao3] [ko-fi]

[yabishrihere]

Lord help me I’ve got a problem… well, a few actually

[0hg00dgirl]

Pure thoughts. Pure thoughts! PURE THOUGHTS!! 😫🥵

[rafrfr]

What my friend nicknamed each LU boy:

(She never learned the fandom names nor has she picked up a Legend of Zelda game. I forced her to read LU because I wanted her to)

The friend in question: @theachskid

Warriors: Green, because of his tunic. I asked and she said "I saw green so I said green". I almost had a heart attack when she said that but he's Green I guess.

Time: Bluehead, because of the marks on his forehead. I don't...I don't know.

Four: Laurence. She thought Four was a girl lmao. When she first saw Four she asked if he was a girl and I just went "...yes😈" to see what would happen. She was so upset when she found out Four was not a girl because she loved lesbian Four x Dot. I regret nothing.

Twilight: Insert Name Here. I hate it. I hate saying it so much. It's too long but she said she couldn't think of anything else.

Wild: Bonbon. I can't explain it. It's so...what?? Why??? I never asked her and I don't want to know why she chose Bonbon

Sky: Shadow. This is where my second heart attack comes in. She said it was because he looked so emo. The Shadow. The (probably) main bad guy in LU? Shadow Link? Four Swords? I hate calling him Shadow when I talk to her about him for obvious reasons.

Hyrule: Mistake. I can't explain it. She says it's because he looks like a mistake (I'm so sorry Riri) and whenever she reads his lines it's always in the most flamboyant voice she can muster. I hate it but it's perfect.

Legend: Fortnite. This is because when we were deciding names, she was just naming stuff in her room and I said "No, choose something better" and she chose Fortnite. It's perfect.

Wind: Frederick. When she first saw Wind in the first chapter, she laughed and called him Frederick. Wind was the first one she named and was her favorite for a long time (Until she started simping for Twilight so bad. It's so bad)

[howlsofbloodhounds]

Do you genuinely dislike killermare? Just asking for clarification, im sorry if youve gotten this ask before already

I hate it. I dislike fanon Killermare a lot more though. I have found a few interpretations I can maybe like, but most I have found do not do Killer’s character any justice whatsoever and frankly I just feel Nightmare ugly ass doesn’t deserve Killer and he should keep his funky disgusting tentacles away from him. And I don’t see any reason why theyd be interested in eachother beyond a power dynamic.

[blue-starr12]

🎉🎉

[captain-krow-drozdov]

I Offer Meh Quality Memes For My Own Bullshit, AKA Girl Help, The Fictional 2-D Boy I Simp For Is Real.

[keigo-takamis-no-1-simp]

Ｈａｗｋｓ Ｘ Ｒｅａｄｅｒ - Ｌｅａｒｎｉｎｇ ｔｏ ｌｏｖｅ: Ｅｖｅｒｙｔｈｉｎｇ ｆａｌｌｓ ａｐａｒｔ

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Hawks x Reader

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: Your anniversary with your boyfriend comes, and your life turns upside down. You lost your job and got stood up on your date... when all seems lost, a certain winged hero seems to step in.

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: Angst with comfort

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝:  2061 

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙾𝚗𝚎 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚠𝚘 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙵𝚒𝚟𝚎 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚂𝚒𝚡 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙴𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 / 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙽𝚒𝚗𝚎

A chilly January evening in the middle of Mustafu, and your third year anniversary with your boyfriend. Junichiro- a guy you met in a stupid office Christmas party. One of the few people that actually talked to you- then asked you out a few weeks later. He begged you to move in, and… you did. 

You were early to the restaurant, smoothing out your dress in your seat as you sip on a glass of wine. You had to look perfect for him- after all, you didn’t want to embarrass him. You glance around, and the time drags on. It starts at 5 minutes, then ten- then it’s 20 minutes past when he should’ve been there. The waitress had asked several times if you were ready to order, in which you always asked for more time. Was he even coming? You blink, taking out your phone. 

[Name] - Hey, you on your way? :) 

Unsurprisingly… there’s no response. Your heart sinks. This was the second- or was it the third?- time he’d done this. You get a call from your boss, in which you immediately answer it. “Is this [Name]?”

“Yes Ma’am. What can I-” She cuts you off. 

“I’m calling to inform you of your termination at my establishment, effective immediately.” You freeze. And… she just hangs up. Most people would probably leave and start to cry- or maybe shed a tear right there and then. Yet, nothing came from you. Nothing but a blank stare.

You had never cried- and you rarely smiled. Your mother was convinced something was wrong with you, and had you tested over and over- but there was nothing wrong. You were a healthy child. Once your sister, Megumi, was born- she paid more attention to her. And when your brother, Atuski, was born… she forgot you even existed. 

Much like your ex seemed to do your last two anniversaries. 

You sigh, looking around the restaurant blankly. As you begin to debate leaving- you hear movement behind you and a hand gently rests on your shoulder, and you tense. A familiar man comes into view, and you relax when his hand moves. He slips into the seat across from you, sliding off his hero jacket that’s lightly dusted in melting snow.

“Hey! So sorry I’m late, babe- traffic and reports today took way too long.” When you cock your head to the side, he leans in. “Name’s Keigo- just go with it, yeah? Whoever stood you up is a prick.” His golden eyes show a sense of honesty you aren’t accustomed to. You nod a bit. “[Name], it’s nice to meet you- and thank you.” You return his greeting, before pausing. 

“You.. look familiar. Not just from the hero stuff, but- I feel like I know you from something.” You hum, taking another sip of wine. He chuckles, sweeping his somewhat messy blonde hair back. 

“Yeah- I can say the same. Can’t place it, but I’d never forget a face as pretty as yours,” His words make your face flush- you’re certain he’s weirded out by the fact you don’t smile- yet, his expression doesn’t shift. 

“Really though- whoever stood you up made a mistake. And, if you’d be so kind as to allow me to join you… I’d be willing to show you what a good date looks like.” Oh yeah- he’s definitely flirting. Though, you take note of the fact he doesn’t say he’d ‘show you a good time’. 

Interesting. 

“Sure, why not?” you shrug lightly. “Maybe it’ll spark a memory of where I know you from- and the night can really only go up from here.” His smile widens and his wings flutter slightly behind him. You could see why they called him the heartthrob of Japan. 

“Only go up?” It’s his turn to tilt his head in confusion. There’s a soft noise in the back of his throat- something you can’t quite place. 

You shrug. “I mean- being stood up definitely sucks. It’s not my first time, but- it still sucks.” You hum softly. “I also apparently no longer have a job- so… the company is appreciated.” 

He frowns. “I’m sorry, that’s… a lot for one night. But, if I can make it even a little better, I’m happy to.” He nudges your arm. The waitress approaches your table- visibly surprised to actually see someone else there this time. Let alone a top 3 hero. 

“H-hello, Mr. Hawks, sir- um- Can I take your orders..?” Her face is flushed- definitely a fangirl. Yet- Keigo didn’t seem embarrassed to be seen with you. Was that really the case? You blinks, returning to the present. 

You give her your order after Keigo orders something with chicken. A brow quirks in surprise. “Isn’t that technically cannibalism?” He looks at you for a moment, before a genuine laugh takes you off guard. His head thrown back, how the light hits him just right- and his laugh itself is a pleasant sound. 

A smile tugs at your lips for a moment- it’s an odd sensation, but a welcome one. You didn’t smile much, but your dad always told you it was the prettiest smile he’d ever seen. 

“Jesus Christ, kid- you’ve got one hell of a sense of humor. I like it.” He takes in a breath, still chuckling. “I ain’t no chicken- those are way too weak. I’m more like a Cardinal-” 

“.. or a hawk?” You tease, and he covers his mouth as he snorts. 

Conversation flows naturally between the two of you. He never said a word about how you didn’t smile more than once or twice, or laugh at his jokes. He didn’t seem phased by it at all. He didn’t try to touch you either- maybe he picked up on how tense you’d gotten, or maybe he was weirded out after all. 

Either way, your night definitely ended on a much better note than it started. Three glasses of wine, some italian food and dessert later- and he’s walking you out, careful not to touch you. Yet, you can sense his wing behind you, in care you were to fall. Snow covers the concrete, still gently falling around you. 

You turn to face him after making it to your car. He quirks a brow. It wasn’t anything fancy- just an old sedan that gets you where you need to go. You’re pretty sure it’s an older Ford model- it was American, that’s all you knew. 

“I had fun tonight. Thank you for everything, Keigo,” You turn to face him- and he takes you in for a moment. He clears his throat, opening your car door for you. 

“Thank you for letting me join you. If you’re wanting to do something like this again… I could always give you my number,” He grins, a gentle pink dusting his cheeks. You hand him your phone- you had to give it to him, he was pretty damn slick. At least- sometimes. 

“There- and I even sent a text to myself to make sure it’s right.” He chuckles, pausing. “.. since it’s snowing, the roads may be a little slick. Be careful, yeah?” There’s a sense of genuine worry in his tone. It’s.. touching. Though, you didn’t understand. Sure, you both seemed to recognize one another, but… this was new. 

“Y-yeah.. You too. Text when you’re home?” You start your car, hoping that the heat would come on quickly so you don’t freeze your ass off. 

“Of course, kid. Drive safe. Goodnight~” He gives you a grin, ensuring you’re completely in your car before shutting the door. He waves lightly, before heading to a nice red sports car. 

Your phone connects to your speakers, and music softly starts to play through them as you pull out of the parking lot. 

… that was the first date you genuinely enjoyed in a long time. There were no expectations, no forceful innuendos, just… great food, conversation, and company. You sigh, pulling onto your street. 

Your car has been shuddering throughout the entire drive, and… your stuff is on the curb. Your heart stops as you pull up, leaving the car on as you head up to the front door. It’s locked- and… your key doesn’t fit. At a loss, you go to return to your car- to find it’s died. 

Your lips part, and you bite the inside of your cheek. Of course- of fucking course. You can’t have something good happen without 15 disasters following. Your phone buzzes, and you jump, glancing at it. 

It’s… your boyfriend. 

“Hello?” your teeth are chattering as you speak, and he just sighs. 

“[Name], I’m breaking up with you. I found someone a lot better, smarter, and prettier than you. Your shit is on the curb.” And… he hangs up. That familiar sense of numbness starts to creep in.

You stand there at a loss. Effectively… you were homeless. Jobless. You call up your brother, Atuski. After a few rings, he picks up. 

“[Name]..? What’s going on?” He sounds groggy, and guilt settles in your stomach. It’s a little past midnight, and he had work tomorrow. 

“Hey, uh… I kinda got dumped and kicked out of my house.” You can hear just how flat your voice is. You can hear sheets shifting and him cursing under his breath. 

“That fucker- hold on, I’ll be there in 10.” He grunts, and there’s shuffling in the background as he hangs up. 

Sure enough, 10 minutes later, he pulls up in his truck. You stand, your bones aching from the cold. He gives you a small, sad smile as you climb in. “Thanks,” You give him a small nod, before glancing back at your things. They were soaked from the snow- you’re fairly certain your now ex threw them out shortly after you left for work. “All of that’s a lost cause,” You hum. 

He lets out a frustrated sigh- and that guilt twists your stomach again. “Ok, uh… fuck..” He mutters. “... I hate to do this to you, but.. You can’t stay with me.” 

“What?!” You practically shout, anxiety quickly joining the dread. Shit- were you really homeless? Where would you go? 

“Hey, hey- before you kill me, I got something set up. A buddy of mine works with a guy who works with several heroes. One of them agreed to take you in until you could get yourself sorted out.” 

You sit there, mouth agape as you shiver. Your dress is completely soaked, and your hair clings to your face. Teeth chattering, you sigh. “That’s… better than nothing- I’m… sorry for all of this. Thank you for picking me up so late.” 

He gives you another small smile. “It’s the least I could do.” 

The rest of the ride is silent. You aren’t sure which hero you’ll end up essentially rooming with- but hopefully it’s someone you know. Either way, you trust Atsuki enough to know he wouldn’t leave you to the wolves. Sure, he’s your annoying younger brother- but he cared a lot more than your mother. You’ll take what you can get. 

“Here we are- again, I’m sorry you can’t stay with me. I don’t have the room, and… my girlfriend is really needy. He’s on the top floor- penthouse suite. Let me know if you need anything, ok?” He ruffles your hair, and you nod a little. 

The truck had helped you warm up somewhat, but you seriously didn’t want to get sick. Climbing out of the truck, you trudge through the snow into the apartment lobby. You take it in, eyes widening. This room alone looked 3x more expensive than your entire house… 

Swallowing hard, it’s hard not to feel the eyes of the other people in the lobby boring into you. Making your way into the elevator, you hit the key for the top floor- 17. A shaky breath makes it’s way past your lips, teeth continuing to chatter. 

You would find a job, save up enough money to pay rent, thank whoever is letting a stranger stay with them profusely, then get out of their hair. In the meantime- you wouldn’t ask for a thing. You nod to yourself, plan in place- until the doors open. 

That fucker…

“Well, I was hoping to meet again in a different way, but this works too.” Crimson wings, golden eyes, and a stupidly handsome face. Of course…

You’re rooming with Keigo fucking Takami.

[erimelodii]

Meet Liz - my Amazing Digital Circus OC! She's a bit snooty and thinks of herself as a princess, but rest assured she'll be nice to you as long as you don't push her buttons (cough JAX cough)

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i love being friends with earth sign placements (sun/moon/asc/venus) so much. you will not find better friends. the way they're so caring, attentive, nurturing, kind-hearted?! the fact that they initiate and plan things for and with you?! the way they listen so well and give amazing yet gentle advice?! the way they remember all the little things about you and your interests and give the most thoughtful gifts and remind you in small ways that they remember everything about you?! i hope every earth sign placement is having a great day and knows just how positively impactful they are in their friend's lives!!!!!! we love you!!!!

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