#whyd this make me tear up

[rikiislvr]

🤍love - nishimura riki

pairing: nishimura riki x afab!reader

summary: you and niki got into a argument about your love for each other and if it was fading away or not, niki knew exactly what to do to reassure you, he isn’t going anywhere.

warnings: kissing

私の愛 - my love

“am i not enough for you?” you ask your boyfriend as he couldn’t even look at you as you spoke.

you two haven’t had a big argument like this in ages, and the reasoning behind it was so stupid..

niki lately has been less affectionate towards you.

so lately you’ve been trying to be a better girlfriend. you cooked more, helped him after practice, gave him space and it still wasn’t changing nor making difference in his actions towards you.

“niki?!“ you scoff and he lifted his head up to you, “y/n.. of course you are enough whyd you even ask a question like that—

“because you aren’t showing it!” you cross your arms. niki sighed and walked up to you and your head dropped as you felt tears swarming in your eyes.

“baby..” he whispered, he was stab big himself mentally for the way he was treating you, he was so stressed with his comeback that he didn’t even notice how hard he’s been on you.

“i’m so sorry my love..” he says and pulled you into his embrace, the warmth radiating off his body onto yours as he rubbed your back in small circles.

“what’s wrong niki? what am i doing?” you sobbed, niki shut his eyes harshly at the sound of your shaky voice, he lifted you up by your legs and carried you over to the island counter of the kitchen and set you down.

he stood in front of you and cupped your face, wiping away any tears that managed to escape. “nothings wrong princess. nothing at all.” he shook his head,

“i let my stress get in the way. and im so sorry. you’re doing amazing for me.” he stared deeply into your watery eyes.

“i hate myself for the way i treat you. i really do. 私の愛, you don’t deserve any of this.” he shook his head, you just stared at him, you could feel he was going to say something, you were just scared of what it was.

“you need to be happy, y/n.” he rested his forehead on yours, “so i’m gonna go.” he dropped his eyes to break them from looking at yours, “w-what? gonna go where?” you pulled away from him.

“i’m gonna go back to the dorms and let you have some time—

“no! niki- you cant.. you—“ you choked back a sob, “i’m doing this so i can clear my head without bringing it onto you.” he bit his lip and looked down at the floor.

niki was staying at your apartment for the past month, you’ve grown into his presence so much and you couldn’t even get your mind to think about how it would be if he was gone.

“please.. you don’t have too.” you shake your head, he walked to you again, and grabbed your face, pulling you to rest foreheads again.

“i love you.” he whispered, you sucked in your lips, “i love you more.”

he kissed your forehead softly, before going down to kiss your lips, as he tried to pull away you deepened it, not wanting him to leave.

but he was right. you two needed the time.

you guys finally pulled away from the passionate kiss, before he smiled at you, making you giggle softly, “i’ll be back. okay?” he tilt his head as you looked down,

“okayy?“ he asked again dropped his head lower to see yours, you just smiled, he chuckled at your cuteness before ticking your sides, making you gasp into laughter, “okay okay! okay!” you cry out and he stopped with a smile on his face.

he backed away from you, your hand still in his, he lifted your hand up and kissed the back of it, “i’ll see you soon.” he says, and you nod softly before he let go and made his way out your apartment door.

you sighed and cleared your throat. you fixed your hair and jumped up off the counter, you looked around and noticed his bracelet he left on the counter, and smiled as you picked it up and put it on.

he’ll be back, for you AND for this bracelet.

a/n: HI GUYS oh i’m so sorry for being inactive. i’ve been so busy and so so unmotivated, i’ll try to make small drafts here and there and finish any stories i was supposed too WHEN I CAN, i love u guys <3

tl: @certified-ni-ki-lover @noblub-4ulolz @yourmyst4r @vixialuvs @ni-ki-ismyluv @judeduartewannabe @soobs-things @en-chantedtomeetyou @definitelynotherr @heyniki @wntersm @geniejunn @pkjay @baevsxii

[n0vazsq]

Eternal | LS2 x Reader

pairing . . . immortal!logan sargeant x time!traveller!reader

summary . . . Every era you went, you could never shake off the weird feeling of forgetting something, that is until you met Logan on one of your trips

request . . . no!!

word count . . . 1.4k+

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . ok whyd this make me tear up a bit?? ALSO NOT MY LAPTOP FINISHING BATTERY WHILE I WAS MID EDITING

. . . The world spins differently when you travel through time. Everything blurs, twisting and contorting until all that’s left are distant moments, fragments of memories that slip through your fingers like sand.

You’ve never been sure why or how it happens, why you can’t remember where you’ve been or who you’ve been with. But one thing is always certain; no matter where you go, no matter what time you fall into, you’re always drawn to him.

Logan.

You’ve seen him before, in so many lives, in so many eras. In one, he was a gladiator; rough and fierce, blood staining his skin as he fought for his life.

In another, he was a knight, riding through the misty hills of the medieval countryside, his eyes full of honor and determination.

And in each of those lives, he was the same. Yet, you never remembered him, not truly. You met him again and again, but each time, you forgot. And it hurt.

The first time you saw him, he was standing in a gladiator’s arena, towering and proud, his muscles flexing with every swing of his sword. You were just a noblewoman, standing in the crowd, your heart caught in your throat as you watched the fight unfold.

There was something about him, something magnetic, that pulled you in. Your gaze never wavered from him, even when the crowd cheered and screamed. And when the battle ended, when his opponent lay defeated at his feet, your eyes met. There was a flicker, an unspoken recognition.

But by the time you saw him again, in another life, you had no memory of that first meeting. You had no memory of the way his smile made your heart race or the way his presence seemed to calm the storm inside you.

All you knew was that you were drawn to him, inexplicably and irrevocably, like a moth to a flame.

And so it went, through every era, every life you lived. In each new world, you forgot him, but he never forgot you.

It was in a quiet little town during the early 1900s that you met him again. The fog had rolled in from the sea, clinging to the cobblestone streets like a heavy blanket.

You had come to this town searching for something you couldn’t quite name, as you always did. Maybe it was peace, or love, or the pieces of your past that you had forgotten in the chaos of time. But when you stepped into that small coffee shop, you saw him.

He was sitting by the window, a cup of coffee in his hands, his fingers curled around the warm porcelain cup. He looked out at the street, his gaze distant, like he was waiting for something.

Or someone.

You walked in, and when your eyes met his, a jolt shot through your chest. There was something about him, something familiar, but you couldn’t place it. He stood up as you walked toward him, his expression softening as if he had been waiting for this moment, this exact moment.

"Hello," he said, his voice warm and inviting, his eyes studying you carefully. "You look… familiar."

"I do?" you asked, your voice hesitant, unsure.

He smiled then, a gentle, knowing smile. "Yes. I don’t know how, but I feel like I’ve known you for a long time."

You tilted your head, trying to make sense of it. His words, his presence, they felt like pieces of a puzzle you hadn’t yet solved. But you couldn’t deny the pull, the magnetic force that seemed to draw you toward him.

And so, you sat with him. The conversation flowed effortlessly between you two, as though you had known each other for years. You laughed together, spoke of dreams and desires, the hopes that flickered inside your hearts. You could feel yourself falling for him, even though you didn’t fully understand why.

But there was something in his eyes, something that hinted at a secret; a hidden truth he hadn’t shared with you. You wanted to know more, to learn what it was that tied you to him, but you couldn’t. He was always so careful, so guarded.

It wasn’t until that night, under the soft glow of the moonlight, when he pulled you into his arms, that he finally spoke the words you had been waiting to hear.

"I’ve been looking for you for so long," Logan whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I’ve lived for centuries, hoping that one day, I’d find you again. And now, here you are."

You pulled back slightly, searching his face for any sign of doubt. "Centuries?" you asked, your heart pounding in your chest. "What do you mean?"

His hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing gently over your skin. "I’m not like other people," he said, his eyes darkening with a weight of unspoken words. "I’ve been alive for longer than I can remember, and each time we meet, you forget me. But I never forget you."

The statement hit you like a wave crashing against the shore. Your heart raced, a whirlwind of emotions tearing through you. He had known you all this time, across every life, and you had never remembered him.

"I-I forget?" you whispered, your voice trembling.

He nodded, his gaze soft and filled with longing. "Every time you travel, you lose your memories of me. But I never forget you. I can’t. I’ve loved you in every life, in every world, and I will keep loving you, no matter how many times we meet."

Tears welled up in your eyes, a mixture of sorrow and joy, of love that spanned across the endless expanse of time. "Logan," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "I don’t understand… how is this possible?"

"I don’t know," he admitted, his voice raw with emotion. "But I know one thing for sure. I love you. And I will love you for as long as I can."

You closed your eyes, allowing his words to wash over you, to fill the empty spaces in your heart that you hadn’t even known were there.

You leaned into his touch, the warmth of his hand grounding you, reminding you that, despite the distance between your lives, you were never truly apart.

And then, without another word, Logan leaned in. His lips brushed against yours, soft at first, tentative, as if he was afraid that you might disappear the moment he touched you. But you kissed him back, deepening the kiss, letting the world fall away as you lost yourself in him.

His hands tangled in your hair, pulling you closer, as if trying to erase the years of separation between you. His kiss was hungry, desperate, as if he had waited lifetimes to be with you.

And in that moment, you understood; understood the gravity of his love, the depth of his soul’s yearning.

When the kiss finally broke, both of you were breathless, your hearts racing. Logan rested his forehead against yours, his breath shaky.

"I don’t know how much time we have," he murmured. "But I’ll take whatever moments we can have together."

You nodded, your fingers gently tracing the lines of his face, memorizing every detail, as if you might forget again. "I don’t care about time," you whispered. "I care about this. I care about you."

For a long moment, neither of you said anything. There was nothing left to say. The silence between you was comforting, like the calm after a storm, as you both allowed the weight of your love to settle over you.

But just as quickly as the peace came, it was broken by the familiar pull of time. You felt it; the tug in your chest, the sensation of everything shifting. You looked up at Logan, your eyes wide with panic.

"No," you whispered, as if the very word could stop it from happening. But it didn’t.

He pulled you into his arms one last time, kissing you deeply, desperately, before the world around you began to blur.

"I will find you again," he whispered, his voice barely audible as the world twisted, and you were torn from him once more. "I promise."

But even as the world spun out of focus, you could feel the warmth of his love, the promise he had made. And no matter where you went, no matter how far time took you, you knew that Logan would always find you.

Because love, true love, couldn’t be lost to the currents of time.

It was eternal.

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[yutxsgf]

Bakugou was always the aggressive type, but you just do something to him that he can't explain.

Cw; Fluff, character POV, Fem!Reader

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺

It all started the moment you walked into class, your soft demeanor, your resting soft natural look, your pink lightly glossed over lips. God, he couldn't help but fluster at the sight. You were so fucking stunning.

But would he ever admit it? No, not over his own grave.

Yet he'd always think it, especially since somehow, you got wrapped up in his squad instead of Deku's. How? He has no fuckin' clue. Just like with his heart, you managed to squirm your way into his "friend" group.

Even so, he'd always wish you'd switch sides and go with that damn nerd's group instead of his. Why? Because every single time he gets asked to hang out, you're there. You're there, overpowering every single one of his senses with your strawberry perfume. Every. single. fucking. time.

And even during class, you're there to disturb him with your damn strawberry scent. Because of course, you were swapped to sit next to him. Of course.

And of course, you were sometimes sat beside him during lunch. Why wouldn't you be? God, he can never catch a break, can he?

He doesn't know why you're so.. you. Nor does he know why you're fuckin' everywhere. And he doesn't know why he feels the way he does around you. But he wants it to stop. He wants you to stop. And that's why he's here, standing right before you with a deep scowl.

"Can you stop?"

"Wha?"

"Stop."

You just innocently tilt your head, obviously confused with this interaction. But did he care? Yes. But was he going to act like it? No.

"What are you talking about?"

He stayed silent, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly as he eyed your figure.

"Nothin' just stop coming near me, Damn it."

Turning on his heel, he walked away with his hands shoved deep in his pockets. Whyd he say that? Did he hurt your feelings? Oh God, did he make you cry? Fuck. What's wrong with him?

"So.. you don't like me..?"

He froze mid-step with his eyes blown wide. What'd you just say? His head ever so slowly turned to glance at you over your shoulder.

He could feel his heart being wrenched out of his chest when he saw soft tears adorning your slightly chubby cheeks, barely ruining the soft faint blush of make-up as they dribbled down your cheeks.

"What?"

"You.. sniff, don't like me..?"

For once, he didn't know what to say. He didn't have any rude words of rejection stored away for you. He didn't have a stream of curse words at the tip of his tongue. He didn't have the urge to laugh in your face. The only thing he wanted to do was wipe your precious tears away with his thumb before giving you a soft kiss on your forehead.

"What're.. What.. Huh?"

"K-Kaminari said.. he said that you liked me like you like everyone, you just don't know how to show it.."

He could feel the veins popping out of his skull. He was going to blast him to the next state over, swear it. If it weren't for him, you wouldn't be here crying. If it weren't for him, he wouldn't be here having a dilemma on whether he should ignore you and walk away because he can't handle his feelings or walk up to you and hold you til' you stop crying.

God damn it.

The moment you lowered your head to look down at your feet, he was there in an instant, one hand splayed against the small of your back with his other on the back of your head as he pushed you forward into his body, embracing you in a warm, burnt sugar and caramel scented embrace.

You inevitably froze, your light sobs immediately ceasing as your arms dropped to your sides.

He didn't know what he was doing, or why he was doing it.

That's a lie. He knew what he was doing and why, but he truly didn't feel like it because whenever you were around, his conscious and train of thought flew out the window.

"Dumbass, I never said I didn't like ya."

"So you do like me?"

"I guess."

"Is that a no?"

"Fuck, yes, I like you damn it."

"..."

"I KNEW IT!"

The both of you flinched with him immediately pulling away from you as his head snapped to glance over his shoulder only to find his, and now your group of friends all cheering and dancing.

He felt his blood begin to boil. What's going on? Did they put you up to this? He swore he was gonna–

"Please don't be mad.. it wasn't fully their idea.."

The moment he felt your arms wrapping around his waist from behind, all the anger and aggression immediately disappeared, leaving nothing but a blank expression.

The things you do to him would actually literally drive him up the wall. He swore it. Which is why he turned around in your grasp and placed a warm hand on the small of your back once more.

"You're so fuckin' lucky you're adorable."

"Awwww.."

"Mommy sounded so cute back then!"

"Hell– Uh.. 'Course she was."

You giggled, watching as your now husband and pro-hero Dynamite told your kids the story of how the both of fell in love.

"Was?"

"Is. She is adorable."

"That's what I thought."

[kachowden]

hihi!! can you say more about cameron?

Cameron (Yandere Therepaist) Facts and Info

Tw: Mild Yandere themes, Nsfw mentions

In terms of what type of yandere Cameron is, he’s actually a fairly manageable one.

You have to keep in mind, that before you came into the picture he was a normal dude.

I mean a wealthy normal dude but yknow still normal. Went on dates. Experienced break ups. Though after college he focused more on his career than anything.

As a romantic partner, he’s actually quite the romantic. Maybe a bit more, marital, in his behavior, likely referring to you both as if you’ve been wed already, but other than that he’s really not that bad

He’s very willing to help around house, and will gladly assume the role of either being the breadwinner or the househusband.

Money isn’t really a problem for Cameron, the problem is that he can’t help himself but to spend it all on you.

Expect a lot of gifts. Constantly. On random occasions. It doesn’t even have to be a holiday

Realistically you could probably give him a compliment one day and within a few hours he’ll be a blushing mess handing you a new present wrapped with a pretty bow. (He’s good with his hands)

While Cameron is willing to clean the house and take care of any of your needs, I will admit he’s not the best cook.

If he offers to make something for you, I’d recommend takeout instead.

Now if we have a look at his more, not so great qualities, it’d be important to mention his jealousy problem.

He’s good at hiding it in public don’t get me wrong! He’s pretty well behaved when it comes to someone flirting with you in front of him

A charming smile, a hand on your hip, a kiss on your cheek, simple stuff like that to get the other person to take a hint.

If all else fails he may call the cops and report them to authorities as a dangerous criminal. Whyd they confess to a bunch of crimes they didn’t even commit? Who knows.

Despite how he acts in public though, at home it’s a considerably different story.

He’s not an angry guy, but everyone has their limits.

And sometimes he needs to blow off some steam after having those limits tested.

If he’s feeling more neglected and needy, then expect a night full of worship and adoration.

He’s on his knees all night for you. Consider yourself pillow royalty for the night. Just make sure you have your attention on him the whole time.

And if you’re feeling particularly sweet, you can have fun reducing him to tears as well! He’ll definitely let you take the reigns.

He wants you to remember how wonderful of a partner he is. How obedient he can be. How good he can make you feel, and how no one else will make you feel this way.

If he’s feeling particularly ignored or disrespected though, you’ll be on the receiving end of some deliciously exhausting hours.

He won’t hurt you, no not in a million years.

But he might take you so many times that either your brain turns to mush or are reduced to tears.

All while he keeps whispering how much he loves you in your ear

How much you need him. How he should be the only one allowed to touch you like this.

But on nights where you’ve merely been gone for a long time, just expect to come home to a wonderful partner, dressed in the most revealing of clothes, and ready to service you however you want.

A/N: tysm for the support anon <3

[ifimdreaming]

its all my fault

quinn hughes x reader || angst

authors note: sorta rewrote this but i still dont love it. mild cw: alcohol, fighting, toxic relationship protrayed

word count: 1.6k

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“why do you act like ive never told you this bothers me? Every single time you go out, you stay all night and get drunk, and then come home at 4am and act oblivious as to how I could possibly be upset at you.” you say knowing that talking to him in this state is like arguing with a brick wall.

Without answering you, Quinn stumbles around the apartment discarding clothes from his body on his way towards the bathroom, and you watch as they fall carelessly to the floor.

It wasnt like this was an everyday occurrence, but it was happening more and more often and you knew it was getting worse. In the beginning of your relationship the two of you used to go out together. Always together. 

And it wasnt that you didnt like going out anymore, it was just that you didnt like the way he acted when you went out with him. So you stopped going. It was the same everytime. Always getting drunk whether you were drinking or not and never caring about spending any time with you at all. It was always about making himself feel good. Or maybe just to feel nothing. 

To be honest you didnt know why he was drinking to the point of complete and utter insensibility, and it hurt you the first time you brought it up to him. It was over dinner and he insisted you both finish a second bottle of wine. Again. On a thursday night;

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“Why dont we just save it for the weekend? I dont mind having a glass or two over dinner, but it seems unnecessary to be drinking so much on a weekday, no?” you say cautiously.

Your boyfriend is sitting across from you with a hazy look in his eyes. you watch him fiddle with the bottle of wine as he places it on his lap momentarily. His left hand is around the throat of the bottle as he begins anxiously picking at the cork with his right hand. 

“Are you insinuating something?” Quinn says without making eye contact. 

His eyes stay peering down at the bottle in his lap as he speaks, then at your both empty glasses that are sat across from each other at the table and you can feel the heat in your cheeks intensifying. 

“Im just trying to look out for you..its not that i d-” you start but are quickly cut off by your half-drunk boyfriend.

“Then whyd you bring it up? What does the day of the week have to do with it?” He says with a mocking tone.

Quinn didnt raise his voice. He never would. But honestly what he said caught you off guard. It wasnt that you were scared of him, you were just worried about what he was doing to himself, his career, his relationship with you, his future - so many things were running through your head. 

You knew it was all getting worse too, and it was hard for you to admit it to yourself because you knew he was refusing to admit it himself. His absolute defensiveness is what you knew would be the hardest wall to tear down.

“Forget it. Lets just finish dinner, ok?” you say picking up your fork and trying to just forget the whole conversation. You hoped he would just forget about the alcohol altogether but deep down you knew it would be brought up again.

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Following after him seemed like the most daunting task in the world right now. It was like living with a teenager at this point. And you knew it wasnt your job to take care of him. You wouldnt put up with that. 

But its been weeks, and here you are. Putting up with it.

“Quinn, we need to talk about this. Can you come out here?” you say as you begin down the hall to find him.

Although you say this calmly, as you walk further down the hallway you can hear him vomiting on the other side of the bathroom door and your anger suddenly intensifies. It makes you cringe hearing the sounds of his booze emptying into the toilet. Mostly because of how much it frustrated you how often this occurred.

Regardless of the state he was in when he walked in the front door, you knew once he was done throwing up his guts, he would be sober enough to talk to you at least 70% sensibly.

Waiting was the worst part. Recalling all of the other nights he came home in this state. Fearing he’ll completely ignore your attempts to talk this through. Worrying this might end up the night he finally lands himself in the hospital. 

After hearing silence for more than a minute you softly knock on the bathroom door.

“Just give me a fucking minute… Please?” Quinn says with a growl in his voice that he softly lets up as he speaks, knowing he shouldnt be talking to you that way.

You want to walk away so badly, but manage to stand your ground. 

“Im waiting right here.” you say proudly, but also, defeatedly.

Honestly you didn't understand how you had so much patience this late at night.

Finally Quinn opens the door. He slowly walks out towards you and looks terrified to face you. You didnt want your relationship to be this way. The overarching feeling of dread lingering over the both of you.

“Can you just try and understand where im coming from?” You begin to say,

“Just put yourself in my perspective.” You add quietly.

His eyes were clearly tired and you could see them gently squinting as he stares at your lips. Trying desperately to comprehend every word coming out of your mouth.

Maybe he wasnt getting it. Maybe he genuinely didnt understand how big of a toll his drinking has taken on your relationship - On your lives.

“Its not that easy.” He says in a whisper, matching his tone with yours.

“Ok?... Its not easy? I know its not that easy.” you try to hold back the disgust in your voice as you say this, but fail.

You close your eyes and air lets out from your nose in disapproval. You cant help it. Under communicating was what Quinn did best. He knew exactly how to piss you off and it was working right off the bat. 

“Are you going to let me explain or are you just gonna keep up the disappointed girlfriend act?” Quinn says as he looks at you through the doorway of the bathroom, leaning his shoulder on the wall.

He watches you as you uncross your arms, trying to appear open to whatever he is going to say next. But he stays silent which infuriates you even more.

“Go ahead Quinn! Its about goddamn time you explain yourself!” you knew yelling is not the right approach but just couldnt contain your frustration any longer.

Quinn takes a step towards you and you can tell he is desperately holding himself back from just giving up on this conversation altogether. 

He runs his hands through his hair, holding himself back from his anger and looks utterly defeated. And suddenly it is really hard to be angry at him. You can tell he has no idea how to express himself to you in this moment.

You were scared if you got any closer to him you would just hold him and never let go.

“I dont know whats wrong with me… I dont want to make excuses to you because i know you can see right through my bullshit.” Quinn begins and his voice wavers, “But i dont know whats wrong.” He repeats.

His eyes are bloodshot and glossy as he peers into yours. 

“Its unforgivable. How ive treated you? Its horrible.  makes me feel like shit to think about that.” He says.

His apology of sorts made you sad. You felt sorry for him, but mostly you wondered how much of this he'll remember in the morning.

You fight back tears as you continue looking at him without a word. You were afraid if you spoke it would open up the flood gates of your tears and you didnt want that.

Quinn scans your face looking for any clue whatsoever as to what you could be thinking before he brings his gaze back to your eyes. You couldn't stand the prolonged eye contact any longer so you look down at his fingers and watch as he begins to pick at his cuticles, his anxiety clearly getting the better of him. 

His hands are red and calloused and the only thing you can focus on. Suddenly the urge to hold them takes over.

You walk towards him and grab his hands in yours. Quinn immediately accepts your touch. He steps even closer towards your body and rests his chin at the top of your head, your forehead resting lightly on his chest. And for some reason the simplicity of his embraces finally brings you to tears.

You sob into his chest and he grips the back of your neck tightly, your hair wrapping messily in his hand. His other hand wraps around your body, pulling you into a tight hug. The sounds of your sobbing fills the room and almost begins to embarrass you with how loud it is.

Your arms grasped Quinn so strongly it almost hurt you to hold him that tightly. Everything hurt. Your throat burned as you continued crying, your eyes stung from your mascara bleeding into them, your body was physically and mentally exhausted from staying up all night worrying about Quinn. 

He was all you could think about and you really wouldn't be surprised if he was beginning to lose oxygen from your grip on him in this moment.

“Its all my fault. Everything.” Quinn chokes out and its then that you realize he is crying too.

He strokes your head gently and you let him console you.

But honestly you didn't know if allowing him to console you after being the reason for your pain was toxic or romantic.  

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[pinkhelados]

Always You - Miguel O’Hara x Reader (Part one)

summary: You and Miguel have been friends since high school and throughout all of that, he’s loved you. Getting around to asking you out however? No.

contains: mutual pining, friends to lovers, mentions of insecurity on miguel’s part. NOT PROOFREADING

part one | part two

You and Miguel went to high school together, graduated together, roomed together during university, and throughout all of that, Miguel had loved you, his best friend. He remembered when you walked into his chemistry class Junior year of high school… Through his thick-rimmed glasses, he admired the sway of your hair and the light glinting of the black plastic headband on top of your head. His body tensed when you sat next to him, offering a charming smile that would have him whipped his for the rest of his life.

The teacher’s voice faded into meaningless noise in the background and he found himself only focusing on you you. Brown eyes watched as you silently took down notes, sketching doodles on the edges of your notebook whenever you’d get bored, nose scrunching slightly whenever you made a mistake. He knew better then to stare but you were just so magnetic. You turned to look at him. Crap

Miguel darted his eyes to look at his paper only to find his page void of any writing.

He’d been so enraptured by you that he forgot to copy down notes.

Flustered, his eyebrows furrowed but quickly shot up when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He glanced up at you expecting you to tear into him for his ogling but then he noticed you had slid your notebook next to his. He blinked but picked up his pencil and begin to copy down what was on your paper. “Thanks…” He mumbled, turning away to conceal the red on his tanned complexion.

Ever since that day, you were talking to him and he was delighted to listen. It started with you teasing him for ‘spacing off’ during class and then turned to conversations about music shared interests. The semester progressed he begun to hang out with you after school, silly conversations turning deep and personal. For the first time he felt like head a real friend, not just some random he talked to during robotics season. Thick and thin, you were there for him and when it was his turn to comfort you, he did in a heartbeat.

Senior year prom night, that stupid guy you’d been seeing ditched you last minute. You were sat on the edge of his bed sniffling into his shoulder. “Hey it’s okay, you’ll be fine,” He cooed into your ear, rubbing your back soothingly. If he weren’t so mousy, he would’ve kicked his ass. “God what was I thinking?! You told me he was a douche- Xina told me he was a douche- whyd I even go through with it?” You sobbed into his shoulder. Miguel already hated the guy for snatching you up and him breaking your heart like this only served to enrage him further. “I don’t know- you’ve always been kind of stubborn.” He joked. You wiped your eyes and smiled weakly, playfully hitting his shoulder. “Shut up, I know.”

Miguel laughed and silently held you up against him, careful to not extend any boundaries. “I don’t even have a date anymore and I already got the dress…” You said with sad eyes. An idea popped into your head. “Mig-”

“No.”

“Why not! I know you hate parties but it’s senior prom-”

“You know I don’t do well in social settings, (Y/N)”

“It’d make me feel better..”

That was all it took for his resolve to diminish. Miguel grunted but secretly, his heart was soaring. “Fine. Let me find a dress-shirt or something.”

He kept the picture in his wallet. Miguel would look at it whenever he needed a break from college work, you holding a peace sign over his head, blue lights making your dress glow and he just stood awkwardly doing his best to smile. As he walked to the campus library, he took out his wallet and just stared at the small Polaroid picture with a soft smile on his face. You’d changed and so had he.

Miguel opened the library door, sifting through the crowd of studying college students. A hand went up and discretely waved back and forth and Miguel walked towards it. “Hey,” you smiled. Miguel smiled back and set his bag down. “Hi.”

Miguel had grown taller since high-school- like- suspiciously tall. He went from being the small, nerdy guy to this 6’9 tank of a man in the span of three years. Freshman year of college, he didn’t look like this. Though- you liked it. Really liked it.

His arms were big- the crewneck just barely concealing the muscle of his arms and the broadness of his back. You’d been crushing on him since second year of college. It was odd- how quickly your view of him changed and this change brought on guilt. He was your best friend! You couldn’t feel that way about him though he certainly didn’t help. Friends would point out how nice to you he was, how easily he’d fold and howd he’d drop anything just to help you. All of that made your heart beat and yetYou never thought anything of it. You’d do the same. It was just something between friends, no? Miguel’s brown locks slicked back and his glasses sat on the tip of his hooked nose as he stared at you with those soft eyes of his. “Ready?”

Your cheeks flared when he reached over to touch your shoulder. “Yeah- yeah,” you nodded.

The sky faded into darkness when you finished studying with Miguel, it was chilly too as you walked through campus over to the dorm you shared. “Damn- it’s freezing,” you rubbed your hands together, breaths coming out in white clouds. Miguel laughed, casually taking your hands in his larger ones. His palms were like heaters- unusually warm. He leaned closer to you, the redness of his cheeks not going unnoticed. “Better?”

A blush came upon you face and you leaned on his shoulder. “Mhm, aren’t you cold?” Miguel just wore a sweater with a plaid scarf wrapped around his neck and a pair of gloves, gloves he always wore ever since last summer. He shook his head. “It doesn’t bother, we’re close to home either way so it’s not like we’ll be out for too long.” You nodded, mumbling a soft ‘true’ and kept walking with his masssive hands around yours.

Arriving home, you plopped onto the couch and leaned your head back. “I’m beat,” you mumbled, looking over at your best friend who was taking off his scarf.

God his back looked good from that angle- his waist too…

“Yeah- I’m gonna go to bed, actually,” Miguel yawned. You tilted your head. “Already? It’s only nine?” You said as he walked over to his room. “Gotta get my beauty sleep- I’m a busy guy,” he said sarcastically though there was some truth to his words. Miguel was a genetics genius so his classes were difficult, not to mention all the internships he had at various scientific facilities. “I think you’re plenty beautiful, tiger,” you snickered, he laughed too. “Gracias, mami.”

You turned back to the tv when you heard the soft click of his lock. Bored, you switched on the tv. It was all news about this masked vigilante- Spider-Man they called him. You’d been hearing about him a lot recently for the past four weeks. “Huh,” you said, and continued watching.

-

Miguel had changed into his suit soon after he left you to his own devices. The night hadn’t been too eventful, he prevented a couple robberies which he’d tracked with the help of Lyla- his AI.

“So-“ A yellow light emerged from Miguel’s wrist, illuminating his masked face. “You ever gonna tell your girlfriend about…” She waved her arms around. “This?” Miguel scoffed and looked away, thankful for the mask hiding his cheeks. “No- and she’s not my girlfriend.” Lyla laughed, her avatar flickering to her now lying on her stomach with her palms resting on her cheeks. “You can’t hide this from me, big guy. I monitor your heart rate and it always spikes up whenever you’re around her. Coincidence? I think the shock not!”

Miguel swatted the hologram which only flickered in response. The AI hummed in amusement, swinging her leg in deep thought. Miguel’s fangs barred underneath his mask but sheathed soon after. “That doesn’t mean anything,” He mumbled. Lyla rolled her eyes. “Well according to my tracking software- I’ve also picked up rises in temperature, clammy hands-!”

“Okay!” Miguel grunted. “Shock- I get it.” Lyla smiled triumphantly, flickering over to the top of his head where he gave it a little pat. “Lucky you, I have several algorithms that should be foolproof in asking her out!” That made Miguel laugh. His ai didn’t comprehend his deep insecurity and for some odd reason that was a little heartwarming to him. “Don’t overestimate me, Lyla. (Y/N), she’s- she’s way out of my league. I don’t wanna risk years of friendship because I can’t control my own feelings.” He sighed.

The hologram frowned. “Hey don’t say that,” Lyla hugged his head but all Miguel felt was the warm heat from the light and the pain in his chest. He took out his wallet and gazed into the senior prom night picture. “Shock, I looked like such a dork,” He laughed. You were still so beautiful, hell- you were even more beautiful now. Miguel swallowed, hope blooming in his chest. “What’re those foolproof plans of yours anyways?”

Lyla’s eyes lit up and she scoured her files. “Oh I am so glad you asked.”

[onepiece-polls]

One Piece Shipping War - Bonus Poll

Not a single Luffy ship got past the second round, so we still gotta decide which one was the most popular of the 2 that made it to round 2.

LuSan art by @supernaturallyginger. Check out the original post here!

CobyLu art by @aroacejay. Please check out the original post here!

Propaganda under the cut.

Propaganda for Sanji x Luffy:

I don't think anyone is gonna bother denying the fact that WCI is literally just the plot of an otome isekai shoujo manga/manhwa. MC (main character) is treated like trash by family except for the 1 dead mom and 1 nice sympathetic supporter that can't do much of anything to help. MC escapes only to find themselves in an even worse situation somewhat of their own making, only to be swept off their feet by the ML (male lead) and saved, full damsel in distress style. Dramatic love confessions, crying in the rain, betrayal from an arranged marriage, it has it all.

Dude Luffy loves Sanji so so much like WCI is the best example and like you don't even really need to see the love as romantic if that bugs you but dudes. The first words out of the Luffys Shadow Possessed Oars was yelling for Sanji. He just loves Sanji so much and Sanji loves him too

The WCI arc in itself is mega SanLu propaganda. Luffy invaded an emperor’s territory, completely crashed a wedding, went up against Sanji’s evil science family, and got nearly beat to death by Sanji himself all in order to get Sanji back. Sanji offered his life to Kuma at thriller bark so Kuma wouldn’t kill Luffy. He pushed himself for 2 years all in order to get stronger FOR Luffy. Sanji feels sorry when he isn’t useful, the whole reason why he used the raid suit those few times was because he was thinking about getting stronger for Luffy, but realized that he didn’t want to become an emotionless monster like his family. Sanji broke down in tears at WCI when he tried to get Luffy to go away by fighting him. And then broke down in tears again when he ran back to Luffy and told him he wanted to go back home to the Sunny. No matter what Sanji cooks, Luffy always likes it and is proud to have him in his crew. Sanji is also one of Luffy’s “wings”, as stated by Robin! They’re both just so sweet and clearly care very deeply about each other.

Luffy saving Sanji on whole cake island got to me

[Insert everything that happens between them during WCI] how could I see luffy yelling about how he won't eat anything and will starve- LUFFY OF ALL PEOPLE- unless Sanji comes back and not ship them at LEAST a little. "Without you I can't become the pirate king" absolutely devastating cinema. Then Sanji laying out everything, in tears, and Luffy accepting it all and just saying, "well that's who you are" poetic. Final wci thing: luffy hearing judges bs about sanji and going "whyd he start listing all your good point" true love. This seems one sided but Sanji is also just as bad. "Which version of me do you prefer" anyone? They care SO MUCH about each other. Also Luffy loves to eat, Sanji loves to feed people, they're meant to be.

*gestures at the entirety of WCI* I mean that’s Love, they are Ride or Die, Luffy cannot become the pirate king without Sanji, whether that means physically because he needs Sanji’s support or just because being the pirate king means Luffy has everything he wants and what he wants is Sanji or both. And Sanji loves him just as much back! He’s his sun he’s his world…Luffy jump and Sanji’s too busy skywalking to bother asking how high. I just love them sm

Oda himself wrote the propaganda for this, Whole Cake Island just cemented lusan as canon. "I can't become Pirate King without you!" <- that's love baby

Propaganda for Luffy x Coby:

The first characters in the series who ever met and the first characters we as an audience met. Luffy is the whole reason why Koby is the character he is now and was the first to experience the “Luffy Effect”. Luffy is happy whenever he hears about Koby’s accomplishments and fully believes in his dreams even when Koby is a marine. Koby holds a very obvious bias towards Luffy (even if he is a pirate) and is the reason he learned to keep an open mind about pirates and the navy and what the meaning of Justice is. Koby’s admiration and flustered nature towards Luffy can definitely be interpreted as a crush. Koby is very ride or die for Luffy even in the face of people drastically more powerful than him (Akainu).

Coby is beyond gay for Luffy and he was the first person Luffy traveled with.

they are cute

Coby literally gets heart eyes and can't stop himself from piping up every time Luffy comes up in conversation that boy is SMITTEN. I don't know if Luffy understands but he knows Koby is one of his and that's good enough for me.

[supernova41st]

Fallen angel!Adam x Moth healer!Reader

Chapter 2: Consolation

(Ch.1) (Ch.2)

Warnings: Swearing, nightmares, more angst, mentions of genitalia, a bit of body dysmorphia

A/n: Tysm for the support on the first fic <33 again I’m new to this writing stuff so pls send feedback if you have any 🫶🏽 Also for this fic I added a bit more focus on Adam as a character because i absolutely HATED how 2 demential they made him in the show 😭

Adam’s dream pov:

Im back..

Back at the garden.

Lillith ran away a few days ago because of what I proposed to her.

When I found her she was with someone else.. the fucking clown

Why him?

Why not me?

Why not me?

What’s wrong with me-?!

3rd pov:

While Adam’s nightmare, about the fateful day he saw Lilith with Lucifer, he hears distant humming in the background. Beautiful humming, mixed with the sound of running water too.

He begins to open his eyes, however it was a challenge for him to do so, because of the hardened crust that formed due to his unwiped tears from last night. He turns his head towards the humming, causing him to groan.

You then stop humming, hearing his groans from afar. “Oh! You’re awake” you say in a happy tone, grabbing a bowl and filling it up with water, along with a cloth. You then walk towards him, sitting on an armchair that was next to the couch that he had been resting on.

Adam tries to get a better look at you by raising his head a bit towards you, but is barely able to do so because of the crust around his eyes blurring his vision. “Are you.. Am I..?” He asks in a low voice, interrupted by a cough.

That’s when it hit you, he’s a new soul. Your warm smile then fades into a worried frown. “Sigh, I’m sorry. But, you’ve passed, you’re in hell now.” You then grab the wash cloth, dipping it in the cold water and placing it on his head. “Just relax, please”

Adam sighs after them, then sitting up on the couch while holding the cloth against his head. “Whyd you take me?” He asks. “You want some dick or something..”

Your eyes slightly widen, out of all the assumptions he could’ve made you didn’t expect it to be that. “What? No I helped you because you looked like you needed help, and you didn’t seem to want to aggressively assault me. That can be difficult to find down here.”

He snarls at you, then standing up from the chair weakly. “Where’s the bathroom? I need to take a wicked hot piss right now” He yawns stretching.

“Down the hall to the left” You say pointing to the hallway. “I can show you if you’d like” You suggest standing from your chair.

“Fuck you, you think I can’t find the shit room by myself?” He snaps, getting defensive because of his fever.

“It’s possible” you admit, as well as intending to messing with him. “But go ahead, I’ll make you something to eat while you’re at it, you must be starving.”

As he stomps to the bathroom he mutters insults under his breath. “Hippie bitch, I can go piss by myself, you wanna hold my dick up for me too motherfucking whore-?”

As he enters the bathroom. He gasps quietly, noticing that big parts of his appearance have changed. He now has big horns, that look exactly like the ones that were on his extermination mask, except one was missing its pointy part entirely. His skin now a reddish grey, as well as his hair but much darker. He spreads his wings a bit, expecting to see his normally feathery wings, but they’ve now turned into dragon like wings.

He sneers at the sight of it, he’s now turned into the thing that he’s hated most. A sinner. An embodiment of the wicked and cruelest parts of humanity.

“Fuck..”

Y/n’s pov:

I continue to make the stranger something to eat, I don’t have much since I haven’t gotten groceries yet, so I’m just serving him some left overs. It always hurts seeing someone get hurt from the extermination, especially when I know I can do much, most people who I want to help after an extermination simply lash out on me, worst than what the stranger had just done now. So I’m getting a little hope.

Sure he’s being quite rude right now, but who wouldn’t be after what he’s been through. He’s probably a new soul, who just fell into an extermination. I can only imagine the relief he’s gonna feel when he finds out hell isn’t always like how he first saw it.

I hear the toilet flush, along with the door opening indicating that he finished his little trip. He goes to sit at the small dinner table next to the kitchen, and I notice that his hands are dry, too dry.

“You’re not gonna wash your hands?” I ask kinda weirded out.

“Umm, and why would I need to wash my hands? My dick is clean enough.” I roll my eyes at his response. “Anyways what’s your name babe?” He asks.

I then become surprised on how much pride he has, to call a stranger who had showed them great kindness and belittle them with such a name “Im sorry, but I am not your ‘babe’” I respond in air quotes. “Secondly my name is y/n, so there is no need for these immature nicknames.”

Adam takes notice of the name, “y/n? Oof, I dated a y/n before. She was so bitchy, maybe all y/ns are” he says in a cocky voice.

“Huh, well I’d love to hear about her sometime I guess.” I then place the plate of pasta to him. “It’s not much but it’s all I have, apologies” I say sitting on the dinner table with him. He then starts to absolutely devour it as if he hadn’t eaten for a month.

I laugh in slight amusement. “what happened? Did you die of hunger or something?” I ask jokingly, unaware of what my gesture of humor would to do him.

He pauses, looking down at the plate of food, his face seems saddened but not wanting to show it. I immediately begin to regret asking such a question.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have mentioned it. It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it” I say in a worried tone. “I was born here so I wouldn’t know how bad it would feel, to die then enter a place like this. Please, forgive me.” I then place my hand on top of his free one, attempting to comfort him in a way. “So, what’s your name? I’ve been wondering what it is since I brought you here.” I ask trying to distract him from his sadness.

“My name? shit uhh,,, itss Adam.” He seemed a bit scared to ask me, not sure why. Adam seems like a pretty normal name for someone like him.

“It must’ve been scary huh? Falling into an extermination like that, angels come here every once a year to kill us,, it’s horrible.” I explain. “It’s okay, this place isn’t all bad, every now and then you find some nice people. Although they are hard to find.”

Adam stares as I explain a few aspects of hell, I’m glad he’s open to trying to find out how things work around here instead of immediately going on a killing spree like some sinners.

I really do wish that he’ll open up to me soon, and that I can open up to him. I’m not sure where this will go, I just hope that it’ll go well enough.

[kurosstuff]

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Heyyy! Can you do a Werewolf(G!p) Lute x Monster hunter reader? With maybeee Prompt 4! It’s okay if not I understand!

Heyy!! Ofc♡ sorry fics have been taking so long been. Been healing up- and ofc me being me. Didn't actually rest

Also if someone has tips how to write smut I'm all ears~ idk how to write it.

Warning(s); lutes mean(as usual/hj), GN reader but afab, mating, g!p lute, you do it outside in the woods, violence(you fight), ending left up to you♡

Werewolf!G!p!Lute x monster hunter!reader: bad hunter.

Hunting was SUPPOSED to be easy for you. Second nature for a monster hunter but- hunting this werewolf. The one tormenting this village has slipped through your fingers more times then you would want to admit.

Not once have you gotten close to catching her much less SEEING her.

Until today. You finally caught her. In a way, you never thought you would. In an old trap you had for her. One, she easily dodged it. Never catching it.

Yet here she was. Caught in the trap.

"Well, well~ it looks like the wolf finally lost~"" You smirked, walking into the patch of hidden woods hearing her snarl. You hummed, tapping the gun on the ground in thought "your the wolf killing the people?" Looking her up and down. Dispite being a werewolf, she was a beauty.

"Shut up, Hunter." She snarled out, growling at you; her tail flickering, pulling at the rope. Rolling your eyes, you sat down staring "what? Don't have the balls to kill me?"

"No I do. Just curious. whyd you get caught?"

A deep snarl escaped Lute as she glared you down. Like a silent war. Time almost stood up, and finally, you noticed her flustered face. How she was panting heavily frowning you huffed stepping forward- "Hey are-" just like that- she rushed forward the broken shredded rope keeping her done snapping

Dodging at the last second, you grabbed your gun "YOU FUCKER-" you yelled, ignoring the snarl she let out pointing it at her shoot the gun at her

Snarling she dodged the bullet "poor fucking hunter" kicking your legs making you yelp falling onto the ground dropping the gun you rushed to get up before lute put hee foot on your chest kicking you down smirking "I've got you now little hunter~"

Moving to easily pin you on the ground making you gasp "let me GO you damn mutt-" snarling kicking at her trying to bite her making her yelp pulling her hands away

"Stop fucking moving~ just gonna claim you as my mate~ make you rightfully mine~" Lute snarled pinning you she growled out grinding against you making you glare up at her spreading your legs for her on instinct making hee tail thump "fuck the little hunter wanting to be fucked that badly~?" Smirking down at you amused

"Fuck. You."

Laughing, she easily shredded your pants, palming you surprisingly gently nuzzling your cheek- if she were a cat? Shed purr. "That's what I want to do~ well.. can i~?" She hummed softly humping you slowly awaiting consent before actually doing anything else.

Flushing darkly, you panted, looking up at her- how the moon shined through the trees, causing an almost halo effect around her head, grumbling you swallowed. "Then then come on pup~ fuck me~ make me yours~"

You decided to trust her.

At that? Hearing you allow her to do as she pleases, she grinned - tail thumping, kissing you deeply moaning against your lips her hands freeing your hands roaming your body tearing the cloth that separated you two. Being mindful of her claws. Before leaning a hand down to palm at herself slowly

Wrapping your arms around her neck, panting heavily kissing back, you flushed darker, hearing a zipping noise before pants dropping, pulling away you gasped at the sheer girth of her- how long and thick her cock was- smirking at your reaction she humming pumping herself slowly

"What is it~?"

"Will' will you fit?" You squeaked out - humming, she moaned softly, tilting her head in thought - moving closer her tip brushed against your entrance slowly pushing in

"I'll make it fit~" she purred out, kissing you gently groaning at the stretch, stopping halfway. "I'll be gentle at first. It's hard to be gentle and well.. I'm aware humans are.. fragile~"

Smirking pushing further into you until her cock was all the way in humming shifting slightly "fuck~ so damn tight~" biting her lip snarling "sucking my cock right in~ like you wanted to be fucked by me~ be bred yeah~?"

Whining loudly under her you glared "fuck off and fuck me." You growled out grabbing her jacket bouncing against her feeling her move into you clawing at the ground under you. Without warning or any cue she pounded into you unrelenting as her cock slipped in and out of you gasping loudly moaning under her panting out "oh- oh god~"

"What? Can't handle being fucked?" She mocked teasingly holding your waist roughly pounding faster groaning loudly over you her cock twitching inside you "gonna make you mine~ my little poor hunter~" she teased kissing you roughly biting at your lips "my good little hunter~ can't even fight against a simple werewolf~? Accepting to be fucked by one~?"

Glancing doen moaning at the sight- a white ring of your slick around her cock each time she pounded into you- roughly claiming you as hers. "Y-you seemed more eager to take me~ to claim me~" you sobbed out legs, twitching around her weakly glaring up at her, making her laugh

"That's cause I want to~" she growled out pounding into you faster harder into you- "think you could have actually taken me down~? With a simple fucking rope?" Groaning leaning down marking your neck up roughly as you whined out sobbing grabbing her shoulders roughly

"You- you p-planned this~?"

Nodding shoving deeper into you her cock hitting your sweet spot leaning back watching how you squirmed under her "yeah~ only one I'd wanna fuck much less mate~" she grunted out rubbing the bulge in your stomach :that's my good hunter ~ taking my cock so well~" before grinning feeling you tighten around her at that "oh~? Like being praised~?" She purred tail wagging happily

"G-gonna~ gonna cum~" you sobbed out drunk off her, arching your back and kissing her, deeply making her moan slowly, holding your waist up, smirking at you watching as you came around her cock- scratching her shoulders as you finished

Snarling holding you close, pounding faster into you, broken snarls and moans Falling from her lips chasing her finish before shoving you down on her cock cumming deep inside you thrusting up as if to try to push deeper head falling on your shoulder "fuck~" Whining loudly wrapping her arms around your waist

Whining softly around her "f-felt so good pup~" gently petting her head, ignoring how her growls turned to pants as her tail thumped happily. "you- you calm now?" Humming, she stood up

"No. Not yet~ wanna fuck you more~" she snarled turning walking down the wooden path still plugged inside you "taking you to my cave~ you'll feel so fill after you milk me yeah~?"

[lovelykil]

「 All Nighter 」

main 4 x reader older ver.

cw; silly 😭😭

note; someone requested this and I am here to deliver, also this is what I would see with the main 4 lacking slumber from an all nighter... chaotic

Your eyes hung low, blinking slowly.

Kyle's eyes twitched, his hair in a mess looking like he was going insane.

Cartman fell onto Kyle's shoulder closing his eyes to rest but then opening them back up and shook his head awake.

Stan was spiraled out on the ground, his eyes looking up at the white ceiling in thought soon letting his eyelids close on their own while Kenny read through a playboy magazine, laying down with one leg over his knee 'oohing' every once in a while with a flip of a page.

It was around 3 and it looked like 2 or maybe 3 people were going to throw in the towel.

"Cartman stop laying on me."

"I'm not even laying on y‐"

"Yes you are quit it and go sit somewhere else!" Kyle poked Eric's shirt with a harsh tone. Fighting the urge to get some sleep in was making him crankier than ever.

You rubbed your face chuckling a bit, "Yall all are like an old couple fighting all the time." You snickered, sitting up on your bed. The two looked at you almost like you were insane.

Kyle just rolled his eyes as Cartman folded his arms.

"He started it."

"No fuck you, you did."

"Nuh uh."

"Yeah huh."

"Nuh u-"

The ginger groaned out loud having enough, he pushed Eric away from him causing him to tumble off the small bed.

He crashed to the ground with a thud that was so loud it immediately made Stan wake up from the noise and the floor shifting some bit.

"YOU started IT FATASS"

"AYE! WHAT THE HELL KAHL?"

"What the HELL WAS THAT?"

"BAHAHAAH" the sound of cartman hitting the floor so rough made you burst out laughing to the point where you couldn't breath, curling up into a ball as your stomach ached.

Lord the lack of sleep was really getting to you lmafo (me)

"I- CANT.. BREAATHHH-"

"WHYD YOU PUSH ME ASSHOLE?" Cartman picked himself up, standing infront of Kyle. Kyle explained himself yelling at the fatass which made Eric yell back pointing his finger in his face. They both went back and forth, using the last of of their energy to bitch at each other.

You rolled around in your bed holding onto your stomach for dear life hollering for help.

Stan rubbed his eyes, groaning from all the rucks, he gave up on the all nighter challenge and just deciding to crash but now he wanted to leave your house and sleep on the street than deal with this shit.

With tears in your eyes you pleaded to Stan for help, Kenny was quite literally in his own world at this point being so unbothered by what was happening behind him.

"Oh my god.. Y/n stop laughing please."

"I AMM-... FUCKING.. TRY- INGGG HELP MEEE PLEASE." Stan watched as you held out your hand for him to grab. He looked at your hand then at you.

Blinking slowly, his movements slow and tired.

"No."

"WHAT"

"goodnight, I'm sleeping in your bathroom. Kenny wanna come?" Stan walked passed Kenny, his hand motioning him to follow along. Kenny shrugged, getting up to follow the emo with the magazine in his hands.

"I call tub!"

"What? no I want the tub."

"I called dibs on it first though." Kenny ran passed Stan to reach the bathroom first. Stan ran after him after standing still from shock.

"KENNY I SWEAR"

"You even got YOUR DROOL ALL OVER ME STUPID!"

"You are such a LIAR, FUCK YOU"

"NOOO, FUCK YOUU"

Eric and Kyle began to swing hands on each other now, the both of them standing up then falling onto the floor together.

You gripped your stomach, dying on your bed with tears trickling down your nose and onto the sheets.

"LORDD I'm gonna die here on this BEDDD"

Lesson learned you should NEVER have another all nigher sleepover with these 4 IDIOTS

[nordidia]

I hope the wind is gentle for you. Light and comfortable breezes only- I wish you a kinder sea

whyd this. make me tear up a lil… awawa…

it actually just cleared up after several days of rough wind aka nervous sleepless nights,,, i guess i have you to thank /pos ❤️🧸 thank you

[zomboys-blog]

how i long to feel your touch.

summary: y/n’s big movie is premiering and she couldn’t be more excited, she loved everything about the movie and almost everyone she worked with, however one of her cast members just happened to be her exes new girlfriend which led to her ex coming to the premiere.

pairings: jenna ortega x fem!reader

spoiler: angst? jealousy

really short Drabble!!!!

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Y/N looked beautiful as she spoke to an interviewer who had been asking about her newest movie, unbeknownst to her a crowd had gathered behind her, all her cast members doing interviews and taking photos. y/n was finishing her interview when she was interrupted by cameras flashing immediately all in one direction, out of pure curiosity she turned to look at who had just walked in but they were already looking at her.

Y/n’s breath hitched and she felt her heart stop for a moment as she stared at the new arrival, jenna ortega. They continued to make eye contact for a moment until their moment was interrupted by jenna’s dear girlfriend, ava.

Ava had ran up to jenna and gave her a kiss, they laughed and spoke to one another with the most endearing look on their faces, y/n could feel her heart break even more than the day that they had broken up. Y/N apologized to the interviewer and left to the restroom near by to take a breather.

y/n stood their in the mirror wondering where it all went wrong, the memory of jenna breaking up with her grew like a migraine in her head, she remembered their relationship as a bad one. Consistent arguing, no communication, and cheating. For some reason, she could only remember the good parts as of right now. Sneaky kisses inbetween scenes, cuddling in their trailers, watching their films together, and spending their days off together, y/n tried to forget by seeing other people but no one was ever like jenna. She hated herself for thinking that way.

Y/N wiped the tears that threatened to fall out of her eyes and walked towards the exit. The door swung open, barely missing y/n.

“im so sorry are you-“ jenna spoke quickly before pausing as she realized who she almost hit. “oh, hello y/n i haven’t seen you in a long time” jenna said refusing to make eye contact, y/n looked down at jenna with a stare that showed how much she longed to hear jennas voice again, without thinking y/n word vomited, “whyd you do it?”

jenna was caught off guard by the sudden question, “what are you talking about?” y/n could see the confusion mixed with a want to know more in jenna’s eyes, she regretted asking the question but couldn’t back out. “whyd you break up with me jen? we were perfect together, you were all i ever wanted, i wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. I changed for you jen. And you threw it all away.”

jenna’s face  faltered from the sudden raise in y/n’s voice. “i’m sorry y/n i really am, i wanted nothing more than to be with you but the consistent arguing was too much, i loved you i really did. I don’t think we should be talking right now, my girlfriend doesn’t take a particular liking towards you.”

“Oh my god your such a fucking push over now, all your girlfriend does is boss you around, your pathetic. You say you loved me but told everyone else you wanted to leave after the first month? we were together for a year you asshole! no one in their right mind would do that to someone they love. Your a coward and i regret the time that i spent with you.” Y/n couldn’t believe herself, she didn’t mean for it to come out so harsh but she couldn’t help it, she felt a mix of emotions and so did jenna.

“im sorry y/n i don’t know what else to tell you.” jenna spoke as tears fell out of her eyes.

“it doesn’t matter anymore. goodbye jenna.” y/n took one last longing glance at jenna, she wiped jenna’s tears before walking around her and leaving the bathroom.

jenna couldn’t stop herself from crying even more after hearing y/n call her ‘jenna’ she hadn’t heard that in a long time, she didn’t know how much she needed to hear it though. She realized her mistake but knew it was too late by then.

“goodbye y/n/n”

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y/n/n = your nick name

the end

yayayay

sorry btw i got real lazy near the end

based off real experiences 🧟

[astroels]

Cheater and manipulative Ellie drabble

a/n: short drabble bc I've been in the dumps and feel lonely, so what's better than projecting on Ellie and reader, it's also 2a.m I had some drinks, excuse this random angst post

warnings: Ellie is a cheater, she's manipulative and mean, toxic relationship, 0.8k words, not proofread, Angst !!!

The TV that played became more of a background noise than you actually watching for entertainment. All you could think about was Ellie, where she was, what she was doing, when would she be home? There was a growing pain in your body, one that made it want to shut down. Ellie had only said she'd be working late, but not this late, it had become a reoccurring thing, but you didn't want to consider it.

     As you continued thinking and biting your nails, you heard her car pull up. You quickly checked outside the window, peeking through the blinds. The TV was put on mute, the newsperson still showing diagrams and charts. Every second that you knew Ellie was going to come in, was a moment for your anger to swell up, making your body heat rise. Without you wanting it to have effect, you felt your heart jump when you heard the keys unlocking the door.

     The first thing Ellie did when she walked in was give you a smile. "Babe, what're y'doing up?"  She put her keys down and took off her jacket near the entrance. Without meaning for it to sound mean, you replied, "Waiting for you." You paused for a second to make sure Ellie was looking at you as you said your following words. "Whyd they make you stay late this time?"

     "Had to catch up on paperwork, boss has been more prominent." You looked at Ellie tentatively, wondering when her lies would end. "Oh, was anyone there to help you this time?" There was a slight tilt in your head with this question in curiosity. Ellie began to walk closer towards the couch. "Nah, no one was available to stay today." She sat on the spot next to you, closing the distance to give you a kiss on your forehead. As much as you appreciated the sentiment, all you focused on was the scent radiating off of her. She smelled of woody vanilla, certainly not what she smelled like, not what you smelled like.

     Your anger no longer desired to be hidden. You couldn't control the snappy way you replied. "Oh fuck off, Ellie." Her name rolling off your tounge in disgust. "Stop with the fucking lies already." Ellie looked at you in shock, stuttering while she tried to find the right words. "What d'ya mean, babe?" She put her hand on your leg, trying to consol you. You scoffed, "I know that's not how you smell, Ellie, I know that's not either of our hair on that coat." 

     "Babe, it's just Cat, y'remember her?" You moved angrily, her hand falling on the couch instead. "I thought no one stayed today." Ellie moved her hand to be grabbing at her own legs. "She only stayed for a little while, left before it was even considered overtime." You looked up at Ellie just to see she wasn't even looking at you. This made you heat up even more for some reason. "Oh, so what? You just fucked her for a little while then?" Now Ellie was the one scoffing, her anger boiling. "I'm so fucking tired of you, y/n, all you do is bitch and whine." You stared at her in silence, trying to hold your tears back, but it burned your throat. Ellie continued, "Just be fucking appreciative I come back."

     "Oh, I'm so grateful for you fucking your co-workers, you promised it wouldn't be like this anymore, Ellie, I can't just sit here and wait for you all day." You got up, not wanting to face her, instead walking towards the open dining room, just a few feet away. "You're gonna continue to wait for me, n y'know it." Ellie got up, walking towards your direction. "It's not like you can make it out there without me, I picked you up from your fucking misery."

     Your anger had turned into fear, fear of being alone, fear of losing all that you lived for. You felt Ellie snake her arms around your back. She turned your body to face hers, lifting your jaw to face her. The eye contact felt intimate, wrong. In sudden regret from your outburst, you replied, "You're right El's, it's okay."  You repeated the last bit lowly, trying to convince yourself that this was okay. You apologized to Ellie for acting out, which was followed by a burst of your tears. She quickly accepted your words and held you close. Your head laid on her neck as she played with your hair.

     "It's alright, babe, I know you didn't mean it, I'll be here for you always. Things will change from now on." You let her words sink in. You let them bring false hope. "I love you, y/n." She pressed a kiss on your head. Those words felt so fake, but no one ever loved you like she did. She didn't give up on you, she didn't leave you. "I love you too, Ellie." You continued to let her hold you, let yourself be loved, this one time. This was the final time you'd let things end like this, you told yourself.

[cherrythepuppet]

Look At This!

I originally wrote this a couple months back but accidently deleted it, The orgingal was so much better and I had to re-write this was memory

Grover: @trashcanplant

Mob AU:@/clownsuu

TW: Penny gets bonked in head a few times

Penny gnawed at the ropes that held her arms together before suddenly she was hit in the back of the head "Cut that out!" One of the gang members demanded

"Your not my mom!" Penny exclaimed as she continued to chew on the ropes however she stopped after getting hit in the head again

"Whyd we take that one?" "Because She's the weakest" "I doubt that... she nearly tore off Ron's arm" "That's what happened to his arm?!"

Penny smirked when she heard that but it disappeared once She saw another gang member dragging somebody with a sack on their head into the warehouse

The gang member threw the person next to Penny and took the sack off "Hi Grover!" Penny exclaimed "Oh fuckin' great..." Grover grumbled

"So how'd you get kidnapped? For me, I was distracted watching these two rats fight over this moldy peice of pizza which looked decently good but-" "Penny. I do not care"

"The dame's talking again!" The guy that hit Penny hit her in the head again but this time with the back of his gun

"Ow..." Penny frowned while the guy left the two "How are we gettn' outta this?" Grover asked himself but then the ropes around him were untied

He looked over and saw Penny staring at him untied "You-" "I ate the ropes." "Oh, Well at least your teeth finally came in handy"

"So plan?" Penny asked as Grover put a hand to his chin trying to think, Penny watched then mimicked him "Weapons, where are our wepaons?" Grover replied

Penny pointed at a box over in the back of the warehouse

"Great. so we just-" "Tear their skin off?" Grover sighed "I can get the weapons but I'll need a distraction" Grover said "Finally my time has come" Penny grinned before she climbed onto a stakc of boxes

She cleared her throat to get everyone's attention and started singing "When I was a young Girl, I never thought it'd come to this!" She announced

Grover paused then slowly backed away from the crowd "The scars all seemed to heal And, soon, all I feel is regret" Penny began

"And now, I'm a grown gal! I've lost it all again But what I'll miss the most, Pay close attention while you get a look at... this!" She pulled a rubber duck out of her pockets

"Yeah, look at this! Then, look at that! Hehey, here's a hat!" She opened up a box and pulled out a random hat then threw it at someone

"This nonsense mostly doesn't mean a thing But listen closely, maybe it explains everything!" Grover quietly took out a few Gang members in the back

He got to the weapons and grabbed his Sickle as Penny continued singing "The secret to Bitcoin, computers, and microchips! The key to the future If you only look at this!"

She jumped off the boxes wobbling a bit when she landed then put a chocolate coin into someone's hands "Riches untold, you'll have dollars of gold If you focus on me, as the story unfolds"

And just as she was running out of ideas, She started singing in a Rock way instead of Opera "LOOK AT THIS! I HOLD THE KEY TO THE MYSTERY!"

"LOOK AT THIS! LOOK AT NOTHING EXCEPT FOR ME!" She grabbed a gang members chin forcing them to look at her when they saw Grover in the corner

"LOOK AT THIS!" Penny chuckled and started making unintelligible growling "THAT WAS GIBBERISH! GROVER, HURRY THE FUCK UP!" Penny shouted

"I don't know how long I can do this!" She sighed "Ima need another sixty seconds!" Grover told her "Aw, fuck!" Penny groaned

She paused forgetting What to say "Okay, the thing I'm trying to say- I will say if you look this way..." She blinked then coughed

"Uh, y-you know, it's, uh, just as Toni used to say..." She trailed off "Puzza lasagna! Contorni, limoncello" She exclaimed

"Fortepiano! Buongiorno, ada Vongole" Antoni would be so pissed over this "Luigi, Firenze, Bucatini! Cingale~ Cingale~"

Penny took in a deep breath and kept going "So, look at... this! Please look at this! I am running out of places I can take this bit!" She cried

"So, look at this! Look at my face! I regret every event that got me in this place!" Finally Grover was noticed and when a gang member drew their Gun out Penny jumped onto their back

"This little song is driving me insane! My exhaustion is audible!" The gang member grabbed her hands and threw her off them and into a wall

"Now, the ending is probable! CUZ' THIS RUSE IS IMPOSSIBLE to maintain-" She was cut off by getting kicked in the head

"Shut the fuck up, Broad!" They demanded moments before Their head fell to the ground "Penn?" Grover asked

Penny laid on the ground coughing and groaning "My head hurts..." She mumbled "Alright- Just... C'mon get up" Grover said

He helped Penny up and she wobbled around "Did we win?" She asked "Uh- Yeah" Grover replied "Yaaaay!!" Penny giggled

"Let's get you to Poppy" Grover sighed "I like her" Penny grinned "I know, Penn. I know" Grover mumbled....

[dizzyjelly]

My Perfect Girl

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: your friends leave you feeling more insecure than you already were, but Ellie comforts you and yells at your dickhead friends

Cw: body insecurity, mentions of feeling/being fat+ugly, troubles eating

You struggled to breathe as you lied in bed curled into a ball, crying your eyes out. Your crying fit had been a result of a rather hurtful conversation with your "friends." Your body faced the wall as tour hands came to cover your face, your palms wetting with tears. Time passed, you didn't know how much, but you'd heard a voice behind you and the bedroom door creaking open.

"Baby? What's going on, what happened?" Ellies voice was laced with concern and worry as she rushed to your side, rubbing your back.

You sniffled as you turned to face her, tears still streaming down your face as you picked up your phone and opened up your grouochat then handing it to her. Your breaths were ragged and quick as you watched her read, hee brows furrowed in worry quickly arched with anger as she did.

Y/n: guys I feel like I look bad today *image attached*

Ryan: wdym

Rosa: yeah u look the same lol

Y/n: idk like I feel ugly and like fat :(

Ryan: I don't see any difference 💀

Rosa: ong you look like u always do

Ryan: yeah ur just being dramatic lmao

Rosa: she probably just wants attention to be really honest

Ryan: omg you're right tho, fishing for compliments haha

Y/n: guys stop I'm not kidding.

Ryan: come on yk were right

Rosa: yeah just calm down bro

Y/n: whatever I'm done talking to you guys.

"What the fuck." Ellie muttered under her breath.

"Ellie, I look terrible and they're just making fun of me." Your bottom lip quivered.

"Baby, you don't. I promise they're just being assholes for no reason." She tried to reassure you, rubbing at your arm up and down.

You turned away from her, facing the wall again as you cried harder. You couldn't believe a word she said, you just felt insecure. It wasn't the first day you've felt like this, but it never got easier. It was days like these where you couldn't even bring yourself to look in the mirror, shower, or take care of yourself in general.

She let out a deep sigh, bringing a hand to rub your back gently, occasionally combing through your hair with her fingers. She looked at your phone again, then stood to leave the room.

"I'm gonna talk to them." She stated before exiting and calling the group.

Your friends picked up and were confused, seeing Ellies face instead of your own. It's not like they didn't recognize your girlfriend, but they wondered why she was the one calling them.

"Oh hey Ellie." Ryan greeted with a smile.

"Hi. So what the fuck is wrong with you guys?"

Rosa laughed a bit, her brows furrowing.

"What are you talking about?" She asked.

"Whyd you guys say that shit to Y/n? Seriously what kind of fucking friends are you?" She asked in return, as if it was obvious.

"Oh come on, she knows we were kidding!" Ryan argued.

"Yeah, she's probably being dramatic anyways." Rosa chimed in.

"I bet you're only asking because she told you to." Ryan spoke smugly.

"Um, no actually I'm asking because clearly she's upset and you guys are just being assholes. And if she knows you were joking why'd I come home to her crying, hm? Terrible fucking jokes by the way." Ellie argued, feeling angrier at your friends poor reactions.

"She was crying? Oh shit, sorry." Suddenly Ryan seemed to feel bad.

"Yeah you fuckin should be, she's probably gonna be worked uo for days now. Great fucking job you two." And with that Ellie hung up, as she couldn't bear to speak to them any longer.

She shut off your phone and set it at the bedside table, sitting down and glancing over at you as you let out a heavy sigh. You silently cursed as your stomach grumbled.

"Babe, you hungry?" Ellie asked, leaning down to rest her chin on your shoulder.

"No." You lied, shaking your head.

"Ok, well have you eaten today?" She asked, already sure she knew the answer.

"No." You were quiet now, feeling ashamed at your inability to care for yourself, how you know you should be.

"Alright well come on then, let's put something in that belly of yours." She tried to turn you around, take you to the kitchen.

But you wouldn't budge, tears falling from your eyes once again as you shook your head furiously.

"No! I-I'm already fat enough I don't need to eat anymore!" You protested, believing everything you said.

"What? Stop it, that's nonsense and you know it. Come on, just come have something. Please." She frowned as she held your hands in her own, it hurt her to see you so upset.

"I can't." You choked out and she pulled you into a hug.

You immediately leaned into her relaxing touch, wrapping your arms around her back as you nuzzled your head into her shoulder.

"Baby, you can. I know you can, you're stronger than you think. And your body is perfect" She pulled away, holding your face in her hands as she peppered kisses over your face, "I love every part of it, and you. You're amazing and your brain is just lying to you." She reminded you.

"Love you too." You responded, sniffling and leaning your forehead against her own.

You finally followed her to the kitchen, still hesitant but you'd get past that. You sat at the table and watched as she made pasta for the two of you, mainly because she knew it was your comfort food. A smile made its way to your face as she brought over two bowls, giving on to you. Ellie smiled ten times as big as you did, rubbing her thumb over your cheek fondly. It made her happier than anything to see you smiling after you'd had such a tough time that day.

Once you finished eating, Ellie insisted on doing the dishes. You felt bad for not helping out, but she reassured you that she was more than happy to do it herself. She told you to go sit down and pick a movie, and of course you did.

You'd selected something happier, usually you two watched horror together but tonight you just didn't feel like it. You sat with your knees pulled to your chest, a fuzzy blanket engulfing you as you waited for your girlfriend. She was sitting beside you in no time, pulling you into her side. You hummed contently, leaning into her touch with a smile as you leaned your head on her shoulder.

About halfway through the movie, Ellie placed a kiss to your forehead then placed a hand on your chin to make you look at her.

"Is my girl finally feeling better?" She asked.

"Mostly, thank you for helping me." You smiled before leaning in to give her a kiss.

"Of course Baby. You tired yet?" She asked, looking at her watch and noting that it was getting late.

You just nodded before placing your head back on her shoulder and closing your eyes. She chuckled a bit at you, rubbing your side lovingly then letting her head fall against your own as she waited until you fell asleep before carrying you into your shared bedroom. She laid you down then climbed in next to you, pulling you in. You let out a small groan as you hiked your leg over her own, wrapping your arm around her stomach.

A/n: sorry ik it's kinda short! Hope u still liked tho :)))

[system-of-a-feather]

Dude I originally disliked FF7s remake's theme for One Winged Angel when I first listened to it when thegame came off cause I was a purist of sorts but tbh I kinda really like it now especially since I know its not supposed to be The One Winged Angel ie not the finale by any means

Cause literally Sephiroth barely appears outside of Cloud being haunted by flashbacks / mako hallucinations / who knows until literally the last chapter as the last boss

Because this is only 1/3rd of the story

So it would be WRONG to whip out the FULL One Winged Angel theme in the first third of the story

But like fun fact the fact I thought it was SUPPOSED to be the full true one winged angel was enough to make me slightly passive aggressively refuse to play it for a while XD

Remake actually has a lot of tracks that reference One Winged Angel and its variations

And so it actually works a lot better as like

Development up to what I believe will be the third game HOPEFULLY tearing through the actual final battle theme

Cause I saw the concert for Rebirth (second of three) and I was like "ok but whyd it not rip NEARLY as hard as I hoped" before finding out its not a two part game but a three part and thus that ALSO wasnt the True Final One Winged Angel

And if the orchestration of the game DOES work like that then itll be fucking ART

Anyways I have spent most of my life just really loving the One Winged Angel Motif

Honestly I could probably listen to just the Remake's album for a while cause like there are 156 tracks

But like 85% of them are built on like maybe 8-10 core motifs / themes

So if you think about FF7 you can maybe identify like 12 "songs" and "soundtracks" that are signature to it but like

None of those are ACTUALLY in the sound track much at all - at least probably not in the way you conceptualize it when you recall it

Because the motifs / themes are repeated so often in varying levels of overt natures and variations to change the story telling and implication of the tone to make probably like 130-140 tracks

Like 26-36 are like side shit but XD

But I just love video game and movie sound track because of the story telling and art through the usage of motifs and themes in variations across tracks which is actually borrowed from a classical tradition in old operatic composition

Where each character had a theme that they used to introduce a character or signal their presence

That ended up getting brought into orchestration within TV and video games - or at least those that know how to do it well

My brain goes on this tangent at least 3 times a day btw i just had to dump it at someone (and then copy pasta it here for yall to see + @starringmycoffee who had wanted a little bit of autistic music dumping)