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hirokari · 2 years

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is that not enough for you?

wc: 1k | g: angst, high school!AU, reversed hurt/comfort, could be platonic or romantic- whatever you'd like, gn!reader | w: explicit language

Micheal Afton thinks he's a useless asshole, but you know better. Though, it's really hard to think otherwise when he's going through extreme measures just to avoid you.

Skipping shared classes, taking longer routes to reach his locker, he'll even drive home with his father, who you know very well he despises.

Yet, what had you done to make him despise you even more than he does his father? You have no idea, and just taking a moment to think about it ends in your guilt eating you up, which you won't allow until you'd found out what you'd done.

"Y/N, dear, it's lovely to see you again!" Mrs. Afton pats down your head with an endearing smile when she sees you at the door, not hesitating to welcome you into their abode.

"Hello, Mrs. Afton. Sorry I dropped by without warning," The woman doesn't seem to mind the fact, ushering you in with rushed protests, "No, love, I could never mind. Do you want me to make you anything?"

Your hands, after been rubbed against each other as a nervous habit, immediately rushes to wave in the air, "Oh, no, you don't have to make me anything." You clear your throat for a moment. "I'm here to see Micheal, if that's alright?"

In the familiar, kind manner, Mrs. Afton smooths your sleeve as she shuts the door, "Of course, who am I to deny my son's best friend?"

That erupts a small laugh from you, the surprise that she'd considered you his best friend evident. You suppose he's mentioned you to his family before? Hopeful thinking, you note.

As you ascend up towards Micheal's room, both his siblings are rushing down the same flight of stairs but are rendered still when they see you.

"Hi Liz, Evan," You greet, sending a small smile. Though obviously excited, they both greet back with grins, only finally continuing to run downstairs after you'd passed them.

They've grown, you notice, and with physical appearance follows obedience. The last time you'd came over they couldn't latch away from you, Elizabeth with her constant offers of imaginative tea and Evan who'd just enjoyed your presence as he tugs on your shirt, wordless.

You can't help but wonder how much things have changed since the last time you'd talked to Micheal.

Your best friend's room is the last one down the hall, you couldn't possibly forget. And if you did, you'd still be able to tell with all the stickers he'd adorned the door with, ranging from rock band stickers to other ridiculous quotes you don't think you want to recite.

Your fist comes in contact to the wood thrice. "...Micheal?"

"Go home, Y/N." His answer is immediate, it's cold and distant and muffled. He's been expecting you. "No," You huff, stern. "I'm am going to talk to you— even if it's the last thing I do."

The door unlocks, and suddenly it's swung open violently. Micheal looms over you with a cold stare, leaning against the door frame. "Fine. You wanna talk, let's talk."

It's now that you realize... you hadn't exactly planned up to this point. And it seems that Micheal had figured that too, because he sneers, looking away in disbelief.

"Why have you been avoiding me?" You ask in a quiet voice. That, the mere, small volume of your voice, surprises him. In all honesty, he'd expected you to scream at him, seeing as how frustrated you look right now.

"I don't-" He pauses. "I don't like being around you anymore, I guess."

"You guess? Micheal Afton, you have no right to say that after all the people I've lost in the process of being friends with you. They hurt me and you were there for me, we spent so many nights talking about everything, and now you don't like being around me?"

You take a step forward, Micheal takes one step back. Noticing this, you advance another two steps, laughing a little in bewilderment when he takes an equal amount of steps backwards.

"When did it come to this? Do I disgust you that much?"

"You don't disgust me," His voice is suddenly genuine and filled with sincerity, it makes you mad how fast he'd switched.

"Then what is it, Mike!? What makes you hate me so much you don't even want to talk about it!?"

"Why are you even here?" Micheal's voice wavers, it shocks you a little, silencing you. "What do you see in me that keeps you here? Why are you trying for an asshole, Y/N?"

"You're not an asshole. If you were an asshole I wouldn't care if you've been avoiding me. If you were an asshole you wouldn't care about me, either." Your arms stretch out and hold his shoulders. "...do you care?"

"I do,"

"You're not an asshole."

There's a moment of silence, the darkness of his room engulfing the pair of you as you still, feeling him take your wrists into his own hold.

"I don't even know why you keep me around," Mumbles Micheal. "I'm nothing like you− you're changing the world! You're-you're saving lives! And I'm not. And I won't. I'm not changing anything, I'm not smart or strong like you, I don't have the energy to try for anyone- I'm nothing."

Despite the lack of light in the room, you still meets eyes with him, feeling remorse at the glassy look in them.

"I'm pretty sure I'm what they call an asshole, Y/N-"

"Mike, how many times do I have to say you are not an asshole. You're changing my world, you're saving my life! And don't you dare say you're anything less than I am. You are strong and smart and loved." You swallow thickly, breath shaky when he lets you hold his face in your hands.

"Is that not enough for you?"

"It-" Micheal pauses, feeling selfish as he relishes the feeling of your thumb rubbing across the skin of his jaw. "It is. I-I never knew you felt that way, I-"

He gasps, even yelps a little, when you embrace him with your arms wrapped around his torso, letting you bury your head into his shoulder. He returns the hug and holds you tighter, breathing in your scent that he must admit he missed, swaying around as he presses his cheek against the crown of your head.

"I don't like not talking to you."

"Yeah?"

"It's boring."

Micheal sighs into your hair. "'M sorry. I promise I won't avoid you again."

a/n: hahahah OH TO SAY THESE THINGS TO MICHEAL AFTON AND TELL HIM HE IS NOT ENTITLED TO HIS FATHER.

a/n: i had to keep liz and evan alive you won't ever catch me writing an au where they are gone YOU WON'T. thank you to turk anon for encouraging me to write an afton imagine ^_^

#♪ mari writes!#micheal afton #micheal afton x reader #micheal afton imagines #micheal afton blurbs #micheal afton scenarios #micheal afton drabbles #fnaf #fnaf imagines #fnaf x reader #fnaf drabbles #fnaf blurbs #fnaf scenarios #OH LAWD I WROTE FOR FNAF GOOD LORD HELP ME #lord i've done it #i can't believe i've done this. its 4AM i have school. I WROTE 1K WORDS IM DOWN BAD #in my defense i'd like to comfort micheal with all affirmations HE NEEDS IT HE SERIOUSLY NEEDS IT

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riwrite-a · 7 months

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omg i forgot that the weekend of ro/se city comic/on i was gonna post some cosplay pics in honor of the fact that i was supposed to go ( and last minute was unable to ) so here are some pics from sakur/acon way back in spring of my laudna and shizuku cosplays :)

#theres still some things i need to adjust on shizuku. like fit issues and such. but it was my first time sewing both a fitted vest #and a button-down. and the skirts arent quite sewn on right but in my defense that was done at 4am #btw w my laudna cosplay the thing ive gotten the most compliments on is pate. which is correct hes my favorite part hes so silly #making him was so fun too #BUT ANYWAY. i cant remember if ive ever posted cosplay pics here before. but its such a big part of my life so :)#‧ miscellaneous. → 「 mo’s cosplay. 」#‧ miscellaneous. → 「 out. 」

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brucespringsteendotcom · 8 months

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The excessive heat warnings are following me around the continent

#its almost 4am. well in my defense pacific time is where i was this morning

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marzely · 2 years

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Solie going to fight Endarkened and Faceless lords with Shane Madej energy.

@shepherds-of-haven

#now all i can this about is Chase and Solie fucking around saying things like rock n roll buckaroo and dee-mon #while Blade just looks at them unamused #i dont know if this has been done before but I couldn’t go to sleep until i made this…#also its a mess but in my defense its 4am #shepherds of haven #shoh #my art #marzely #oc: solie

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vampmcr · 11 months

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also me lying by telling this girl i met that i was originally italian and turns out she was italian too PLEASE .. i had to be like haha joking xxx im syrian . and then got the classic talk abt war and politics and got asked if my parents are immigrants and if they were homophobic etc etc .. white ppl will never be normal .

#this is why i lie in the first place like to avoid these convos like . its 4am and theyre playing gaga inside can we pls go dance ….#like i rlly shouldve nipped it in the bud and said look . i am not a child of war . and my mums an atheist x #but then it comes across as rude and defensive . theres no winning </3 #she meant well but it’s really dehumanising to me

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actualaster · 2 years

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...sprayed myself full in the face with the like. flexible nozzle faucet thing on the kitchen sink. i didn't need a second shower...

#in my defense im running on like #idk 2 hours sleep out of uhhhhhh #*vague unhelpful gesture* that many #no i cant just go to sleep teh SOUP is COOKING and will not be done for AT LEAST two entire MORE HOURS #cooking with kage #also its 4am so i cant have somebody else take over #Late Night Me made some bad choices so Early Morning Me is Suffering rn

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lxvxndxrly · 2 years

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Partners in Law

Eleanor was smart defense attorney for Blue Light Law Offices, Connor was a Detroit Police Department detective. They were on opposing sides of the law, Connor would put them behind bars and Eleanor would get them out, even if they were truly guilty. She was good at her job, so was Connor, he hated it when she got her not guilty verdict, but he felt happy for her. She hated it when another suspect of his would call her to defend them, but she was the best, so of course they would call, it was a tension filled friendship they had. It wasn’t really friendship, more so mutual respect for each other’s work, it was enemies with respect for each other. They were friendly enough, a bit of trash talk before trials, but it was friendly, playful even. They were able to talk to each other with out throwing punches, which was better than Eleanor’s other enemies, and that’s something of a win for her.

That all changed though when they were forced to work together, sure they could stand each other for a six hour trial, he could watch her pick apart witness statements and evidence, but he couldn’t stand eight weeks of being forced to watch over her. Eleanor had been targeted by a client who she had been unable to defend, which was rare but not surprising. Jackson Blackwell, a hit and run suspect that had been drunk and hit a small group of children walking home from school, he was unstable and reckless. After he was released on probation he broke into her office, defaced it, broke computers, shredded documents, and attempted to attack her. So, reasonably, the Detroit Police Department assigned Connor to keep her safe for the next eight weeks until his trial was concluded and she was guaranteed safe.

It was eight in the morning, the warm smell of freshly brewed coffee filled Eleanor’s downtown apartment, the attorney sat on her plum color couch, researching her newest client’s case. Frowning when she had to be ripped from her work to answer the door, frowning more when she found who had rung her doorbell, Connor Anderson, her enemy in law. “Do you really have to be here this early? I wanted at least another two hours of not having to see you.” She grumbled, moving back to her couch to return to her research, Connor entering with a frown before shutting the mahogany door behind him. He took in the wine-red walls of her apartment, the warm wood floors, and walls of windows before he glanced at the attorney. He had never seen her out of formal wear, it was new to him to see her in checkered pajama shorts and a long faded band shirt, her hair messy but tame. There was contrast between her clothing and his, he had arrived in a pair of charcoal slacks, an off-white button-up, and a navy blazer. He moved to stand behind her, looking down at her laptop, grimacing when he saw it was one of his suspects, returning his brown eyes to her. “Really? Another one of my suspects? You really enjoy picking at my work.” He stated, moving around the couch to seat himself a bit away from her, keeping distance as she took a sip of her warm mocha coffee. Eleanor couldn’t help, but laugh at his statement, pushing some of her blonde hair out of her face before responding a quick yes and returning to noting down evidence. “So, how long do you have to babysat? I can already tell I’m not going to enjoy this.” She hummed; the detective shrugged before speaking. “Eight weeks at the very least, maybe longer if Mister Blackwell’s trail lasts longer.” “Great.”

It had been two weeks, he followed her everywhere, her meetings, coffee shops, the store, her office, the park, even to the gas station. It was ridiculous, she could handle herself, she was just caught off guard. She was stressed and being hovered over like this wasn’t helping, she had a headache, a client that refused to give her details, a serve lack of caffeine in her bloodstream, and two nights of sleeping for two hours combined. She was about to bash her head against the nearest flat surface when a certain voice invaded her thoughts. “Miss Kamski? We’ve been sitting in this parking lot for the past thirty minutes, are you okay?” Connor questioned, a worried tone paired with concern pooling in his chocolate eyes was enough to show even the densest person he was worried for her. “I’m fine Connor, just dandy. I’m just taking a breather, kay?” She stated sternly, sending an annoyed glare towards the detective as she lowered her head onto the steering wheel of her car again, a groan leaving her in frustration. “You’re not okay, what’s wrong?” He asked, immediately Eleanor’s head shot up, her pale blue eyes glaring at the detective. “Why do even want to know? You shouldn’t care, you just want this to be over with so you can go back to your detective stuff.” She snarled, her hand gripping the arm rest between them so she didn’t throw a punch in annoyance of how he tried to act like he cared, why would he even care? “I can’t have you being unwell if you’re going to be picking apart my cases.” He stated playfully, fixing the sleeves on his button-up, acting like he hadn’t just said the closest thing to a complement to her that’s she is ever going to get from him. She blinked in disbelief before she threw her car door open, confusing the detective until his door was practically being ripped open, Eleanor was pulling him out of the car with a frown. “You wanna know what’s wrong? You’re picking me apart, I haven’t had coffee in over eight hours, I’m running on little to no sleep, your suspect is horrible, and you have got to be the densest detective I’ve ever met!” She almost yelling at this point, her nails digging into Connor’s skin as she fumed before her forehead came to rest on his chest with a grumble. “You’re stressed Eleanor.” “Really? I couldn’t tell, Anderson.” She sassed, her grip releasing slightly on his arms as his hands came to hesitantly rest on her shoulders. “You owe me coffee.” “As long as you promise to stop stressing yourself.” Connor stated, smiling slightly at her muffled groan. “Fine.”

It was two weeks later, the pair had grown closer, Connor was currently coming to bring her dinner from her favorite take-out joint. It was one in the morning, most of the people in Blue Light Law Offices had gone home, a few people burning the last bit of midnight oil, but the building was relatively empty. In turn, it was rather quiet, only mumbles of computer fans and the constant tapping of Eleanor’s pen against her desk. When he entered her office her head perked up, quickly rising from her office chair to retrieve the bag off food from him with a pleased smile. “Thank you very much detective.” She teased, setting the bag on her desk before opening the styrofoam container with her food. The blonde took a deep inhale of the food, sighing happily has she leaned against the desk, beginning to dig into the food. “Hungry much?” The brunette teased, Eleanor nodded with a mouthful of noodles before she heard snicker. Connor found it oddly adorable, the usually stoic attorney shoveling Chinese food into her mouth happily, her skin gleaming in the late-night moonlight. “You’re staring again.” Her voice cut through the fog of his mind, the detective frowning at her words as he moved to lean against the doorway to her office. “Shut your mouth.” He sternly stated, glaring at her as she returned to practically inhaling in food in her hands with nothing better described as pure happiness. The two had grown closer over the last four weeks, Eleanor had been more open and friendly, and Connor had been less stoic, less robotic. It was a nice change of pace. The peacefully silence was cut through with the sudden sound of glass breaking and the receptionist of the office shrieking in horror, the attorney flinched at the sound, her blue eyes widening. “Wendy! Are you alight?!” She called out to her receptionist before rushing out of her office to check on her before Connor could even stop her, the sight before her however, made her sigh in relief. Her receptionist, Wendy Miller, was fine, thankfully. However, her window was not. A brick had been thrown through it, looking out the broken window, you could see Eleanor’s newly vandalized car. “What in the world happened?” She asked her trembling receptionist, who gave a weak shrug, Connor making his presence known when he reached down to view the brick. His eyes narrowed when he saw the word liar written on it. “I think Blackwell just made another move.”

It was three weeks later, the Blackwell trial would be over within a week, which meant no more detective Anderson hovering over Eleanor. It made Eleanor sad for some reason, she didn’t want him to leave, she had started to enjoy seeing him around, it was nice. She quietly watching the trial on the television, a cup of dark mocha coffee in her hands when the door to her home opened. “He’s going to be found guilty, his defense sucks, crummy picking apart.” She mumbled into her cup, feeling the couch dip beside her, her gaze flickering over to glance at the other with a raised brow. “You think you can do better, don’t you?” He asked, getting a nod in response as she watched the closing statements of the defense with a frown. She hated it when other defense attorneys would butcher trials, and this was no different, she wanted to scream at the television. “What made you want to defend people? More so, what made you defend obviously guilty people?” Connor’s voice cut through her thoughts, her attention fully turning to the detective, her brows narrowing in thought. “I wanted to prove I could do the impossible, get people out of jail that had no chance.” She mumbled, messing with the hem of her shirt as she absentmindedly listened to the television, oddly embarrassed by her need to prove herself. Her need to prove she could do anything, she could handle the impossible, make it possible. It was her driving force, it was the reason she took such cases, the reason she so fiercely studied theses cases. “Why not use that of yours to put the criminals behind bars? Instead of working against me, you could work me.” He offered, Eleanor’s head perked up at the words, her eyes narrowing in disbelief. “Really?”

It had been three months since their partnership, Eleanor had won another case and Connor had another suspect behind bars. She had transferred to being prosecution, Connor would get the suspects and she would put them behind bars, it was prefect harmony. They would get her favorite Chinese food after every trial, celebrating the win together. Tonight was just like that, expect this time it was their two month anniversary of being not only partners in law, but partners in everyday life. Connor had moved in with her, they had even adopted a cat named Inky. “To being partners in law.” Connor said, chuckling softly as he held up a fork full of noodles for the other to clink with her own fork. “To being partners in law!”

#this was my final essay #loosely based on dbh #dbh #connor dbh #enemies to friends to lovers #kinda lovers #implied lovers so to speak #im trying #defense attorneys and detectives are hot #kinda xreader but not really #its more xoc if anything #chinese food bonding #this was written at like 4am #human connor #because i can

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reematheroamer · 1 year

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Hey, that Ohio post is misleading. There's a good addition from ms-demeanor with sources and clarification: there is NOT a media blackout. Also take a look at OP'S pinned post.

Thanks for letting me know! I deleted that post and reblogged the one with clarification. I should really be more careful about trusting news on social media, especially tumblr lmao.

(here is a link to the post with actual sources and clarification)

#in my defense i did google it at 4am and clicked the first link i saw which mentioned animals dying and i was just like oh fuck #anyway its still not a great situation but yeah the orig post was not accurate #to ops credit they pinned a post apologizing and saying it wasnt intentional #ohio #fr ty for popping in my ask box about this i appreciate the information #and i also dont like spreading hysteria or misinfo to other ppl!

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void-chara · 1 year

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the joy of opening your emails to see an alert that a fic updated, and you saw the alert earlier but didnt read it bc you were busy binging a 100k word series, but you finished the series and were bored bc you didnt have anything else to read, but now here you are with a new chapter of a fic your excited to read

#not the most coherent or easy to read post ive ever written but in my defense its almost 4am and im out of practice at staying up late #i actually went to bed super early(around 11) these past few nights #but the aformentioned 100k word fic series kept me up late and now i am not wanting to sleep

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ifimdreaming · 4 months

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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

“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;

“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.

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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beetlebug-bii · 9 months

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Part 3 of feral mc but with Belphie being released from the attic. Just imagine Belphie trying to kill mc and they just bite him. Not even Barbatos could handle the child so I highly doubt Belphie could either lol.

Feral Child Mc (part three)

MC Gets Betrayed & Bombastically Side Eyed Their Way To Beating A Bitch.

A/N: I like my writing to be nothing short of silly goofy, i also wrote this at like 4am two weeks ago and was so surprised to see it in my drafts. Did i proof read it? No.

Enjoy anyways💕

Now, you have been a menace since you've arrived

Only truly unstoppable by Diavolo, Lucifer and Barbatos on a good day

Today

Was not one of those days

Not at all

You see

Late in the night after being very snuggly tucked in

And then duck taped to the bed

And then your pajamas stapled to the bed

And then tied to the bed

In their defense

Not a single brother has gotten a single decent night of sleep

Not since Mammon awoke one night to see your little face peeking out from the vents

You screamed at him and launched from the darkness, stealing his sun glasses before scrumbling deep into the walls

no one has ever heard Mammon scream so loudly

Needless to say they were pretty fucking done with your scrumbling

Besides, they tied Satan to the bed and look at him! A totally chill and normal member of society :D

Anyways you were built different and managed to escape

You had to check on your little friend in the attic after all, it had been a few days

Upon going in, you glared at eachother for exactly three minutes and fourteen seconds

Before he started the whole sweet act on you

"Awh hey, you can let me out now right? You can do that? Whose a good little human?"

Offense taken

You werent a dog

though you wont lie and say you havent growled back at Cerberus before...

No you know what

Who does this man think he is?

You are a child with 6 of the deadliest pacts in the world!

...

Wait a second

Who thought that was a good idea

Genuinely

You are feral

A monster

The other students at RAD cower before you

You made the Angel's cry

YOU CHOKED BARBATOS WITH A SHOE LACE

WHO IN THE 7 CIRCLES OF HELL THOUGHT IT WOULD BE A GOOD IDEA TO MAKE A PACT WITH YOU OF ALL PEOPLE

well whatever it's not like this is gonna come back and bite you

But you werent gonna release the bitch from his kennel

Not without a price

Mammon would be so so proud of you!

It took a lot of back and forth, but he promised 12 firecrackers, a new plushie, and a trip to the candy store

Hell yea candy

Open up oh magic lock

Oh he fucking kicked you across the room

Well that's not fucking candy

Lying prick

So this fucking incel loser started ranting about something or other

To be honest you didnt care

In fact you decided he didnt get a monologue

You were pissed off

You freed him

Were you the embodiment of capitalism while doing so?

Maybe

But that doesnt mean he can just hit you

You have such a cute face

He's just mad that you're the baby of the family now

And that thought gave you a great idea!!

"I'm telling Lucifer"

Would have been your final words

Had you not been

Well

You.

Next thing you know he's chasing you down the stairs, grabbing you and choking you out

Which

Not gonna lie

Was a bitch move

So you kicked him square in the jaw and started screaming, just like papa lucifer taught

Stranger danger kids

Dont release strange men from the attic in exchange for candy

It's not worth it and they are lying

So obviously you pissed off what's his name

You're pretty sure its bitch boy

Anyways so you pissed off bitch boy and he started trying to stab you with a chair leg

Which was like

So rude

And the others were like bro stop

Except more panicked you're pretty sure but you werent a crybaby bitch like this loser so you know

You had to go for the knees

You slid around him, kicked him in the back of the knees

This wasnt your first rodeo

Apparently

Because you climbed on the demonic cow and grabbed the horns man

You were holding on for dear life before you just bit into his head

I dont think he even knew what to do at that point

You ruined his WHOLE SPEECH

THEN FOR SOME REASON YOU GOT MAD AT HIM

gee I wonder why

THEN HIS BROTHERS SHOWED UP

THIS WASNT SUPPOSED TO BE HOW IT WENT AT ALL

PRICK

Recounting this tale now, a few months later, you'd like to think that he was just being the most frfr brother out of everyone

You two had to be torn apart like a pair of summer popsicles

You were kicking and screaming

He was kicking and screaming

Mammon was kicking and screaming, somehow his leg got caught in between you two

It was a warzone

The hallway was destroyed

Multiple bedrooms? Just gone

The brothers?

So tired...

None of that fake shit

Deep down you know you would've won though

You still call him bitch boy💕

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me scenarios #obey me barbatos #obey me diavolo #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me solomon #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me luke #obey me simeon #obey me feral mc

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neon-lights-and-glitter · 2 years

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Taking Care Of You

Summary- All Jack wants to do while you're pregnant with your first daughter, Paisley, is take care of you even if it's something small like putting lotion on your belly. You and Jack also start to celebrate Jack's birthday with your tradition of giving each other gifts at midnight, though this time it is a matching gift. Jack can't sleep and ends up talking to Paisley while you're asleep.

Word Count- 2k

A/N- This is from a request of Jack rubbing lotion on the readers belly or talking to her bump while she's pregnant with Paisley, but I decided to add on to it just a little bit, I hope you like it!

Something you started doing as soon as your bump started to show when you were pregnant with Paisley was putting lotion on your stomach. Jack didn’t notice at first, it took him about 3 weeks to notice, you usually did it when you got out of the shower, but that day you forgot so you did it while you were getting ready for bed.

You were standing in front of the bathroom counter, your shirt, well Jack’s shirt, lifted over your small bump, rubbing the lotion onto your bump when Jack walked into the bathroom, wrapping his arms around you, making you jump since you didn’t hear him walk in.

“Fuck you scared me.” You laughed softly.

“Sorry baby.” Jack apologized, kissing your shoulder softly. “In my defense there is a giant mirror in front of you.” He teased, looking at you in the mirror, you leaned into his chest slightly, relaxing into his arms. The shirt falling back down once you removed your hands from your belly was too small to rest the shirt on, but if you looked close enough you could see it, wiping the left-over lotion from your hands before resting them on top of Jacks hands. Jack moved his hands to rest gently on your bump.

“What are you doing?” Jack asked you, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Putting lotion on my belly, I don’t know, I saw its supposed to help with stretch marks and itchiness. We’ll see if it works in 5 months.” You explained to Jack who nodded.

“Do you need help?” Jack asked and you shook your head. Ever since you found out you were pregnant, Jack was constantly asking if you needed anything. It didn’t matter how small or big it was. You needed something from the other room? Jack would get it for you. You wanted some random food you were craving at 4am? Jack would go get it with no complaints, well, at least not to you, when Urban would ask him the next day why he was so tired, then he would complain a little bit, but he still didn’t mind doing it.

“No, I just finished, but thank you for offering.” You told him, turning around in his arms, leaning against the counter, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck.

“Do you do this every day?” Jack asked you and you nodded.

“I try to.” You said, Jack kissed your forehead gently.

“Can I help you tomorrow then?” Jack asked you and you nodded.

“You know you don’t have to help me with everything, but yes, you can.” You smiled softly, gently running your fingers through his hair.

“I know I don’t have to, but I want to.” Jack reassured you.

Every night for the next 4 months Jack made sure that either one of you had put lotion on your bump. More often than not it was Jack though. Even the night you two had gotten into an argument and Jack left the apartment for a couple hours, he had texted you around the time you normally got ready for bed to remind you.

You were currently 8 months pregnant, lying in bed next to Jack, you were trying to sleep but Paisley wouldn’t stop moving around. You groaned softly, moving to try to get more comfortable.

“You okay?” Jack asked you, opening his eyes to look at you. You nodded but sighed.

“Yeah, she just won’t stop kicking.” You said, Jack laughing softly, moving his hand to where he could feel her kicking.

“It’s still crazy to me that we’re actually going to have a baby, and soon she’ll be with us and not in your belly anymore.” Jack said, gently rubbing circles with his hand to try to calm her, but it didn’t work.

“I know. One more month, it seems like it’s going to take forever, but it’s only a couple more weeks.” You said, looking over at the clock on the nightstand, seeing it was after midnight.

“Happy birthday Jack.” You smiled softly, leaning over to kiss him gently.

“Thank you, baby.” Jack smiled back at you, kissing you back.

“I have some gifts for you.” You told him, gently playing with his hair. “I can give them to you know if you want, since it is after midnight.” Both of you had started a tradition where on your birthday’s you would stay up and give each other your gifts at midnight, but this year Jack insisted you go to sleep, he could tell you were practically falling asleep, but now that you were in bed you couldn’t sleep. While you normally would have been angry about it, tonight you didn’t mind because it meant you could keep up your tradition.

As you started to sit up to go get the gifts you had for Jack, he shook his head.

“No, it’s okay, you can give them to me tomorrow. I want you to sleep. Plus, I already told you that you didn’t have to get me anything. You’re doing enough already.” Jack reminded you, he knew that your pregnancy hadn’t been the easiest, and he didn’t want you to stress yourself out over something like getting him something for his birthday.

“I know you’ve said that Paisley is a good enough present, but she won’t be here for another month, so I wanted to get you a couple things anyways. Can I at least give you one of them? It’s half for her so you can’t say no.” You said and both of you laughed softly before Jack nodded.

“Only because it’s half for her.” Jack said, moving his hand from your bump. “Do you need help up?” Jack asked and you shook your head, but Jack rested his hand on your back anyway, just in case.

You walked into your closet, grabbing 2 boxes, one bigger than the other, walking back to the bed and putting them down in front of Jack who had sat up when you got out of bed.

“Okay, open the bigger one first, then the smaller one, then I’ll explain.” You said, sitting back down on your side of the bed, Jack nodded. When Jack opened the first box, he found a pair of shoes that he had mentioned he wanted a couple weeks ago.

“I’m surprised you remembered, you were half asleep when I mentioned these.” Jack teased you. “But thank you baby.” Jack leaned over to kiss you softly.

“I double checked with Urban they were the right ones.” You admitted, laughing softly. “I’m glad you like them.” You kissed him once more.

“You were half asleep, Urban was high, impressive either way.” Jack joked, making you laugh again. Jack opened the smaller box, finding the same shoes in a smaller size for Paisley.

“You got us matching shoes?” Jack asked, smiling at you, you nodded.

“Yeah, I was thinking a little while ago about how I would have told you I was pregnant if you weren’t there when I took the test, and I thought about getting baby shoes, and I thought of the idea to get you two matching shoes.” You explained. “I have a couple of more things for you too, but I’ll give you those tomorrow.”

“Baby, that’s so sweet.” Jack told you. “Thank you.” Jack said, kissing you again, pushing your hair out of your face once he pulled away. “There so small.” Jack said, laughing softly. Gently holding one of the shoes up to your bump, making you smile at him, running your fingers through his hair. Jack noticed you let out a small yawn. “Tired?” He asked and you nodded.

“Yeah.” You yawned again. “Are you?” You asked him and he nodded also.

“Yeah, let’s go to sleep then baby.” Jack said, moving the boxes off of the bed. “Did you put lotion on?” Jack asked, knowing that sometimes you forgot.

“No.” You sighed. “I probably should.” You said as you started to sit up before Jack could stop you.

“I’ll get it for you baby. Just get comfortable, okay?” Jack told you, knowing that it usually took you a little bit to get comfortable. You nodded, while you would normally say it was okay and that you could do it, you gave in. You were tired and you knew Jack would end up getting it for you anyways, so you didn’t bother to fight it. Jack walked back into the bedroom a few minutes later.

“Thank you, baby.” You smiled softly.

“Do you need anything else?” Jack asked you, and you shook your head.

“Nope. Just cuddles.” Jack nodded, laying down in bed next to you.

“I can do that, after I put the lotion on.” He smiled. “Has she calmed down?” He asked and you nodded.

“A little bit yeah.”

You and Jack continued to make small talk while he rubbed the lotion on to your bump. Jack noticed your responses getting shorter and quieter until eventually he looked up to see you had fallen asleep. Jack smiled softly as he felt Paisley kick in your stomach.

“Hey, you better not wake your mom up.” Jack said as he laughed softly, making sure to whisper so he didn’t wake you up. Jack kept his hand on your bump, and tried to fall asleep, but he couldn’t.

Something Jack got into the habit of doing when he couldn’t sleep was talking to Paisley. He wasn’t sure when he started it, but it was one of his favorite things to do.

“You know, I can’t believe you’re going to be here in a month.” Jack said rubbing your belly softly. “I can’t wait for you to be here, but I’m terrified at the same time.” Jack admitted. “Sometimes I feel like I don’t know what I’m doing, but I know everything’s going to be okay and we’ll figure it out because you have an amazing mom. There isn’t anyone else I’d rather be having you with. I love her so much. I can’t wait to ask her to marry me one day.” Jack said, looking up to make sure you were still asleep before looking back down at his hand on your bump.

“I started to look at rings the other day. I don’t know when I’m going to ask her to marry me, but I know I want to. I’ve wanted to for a while.” Jack admitted before sitting in silence for a few minutes.

“It’s crazy to think that next year you’ll be here and celebrating my birthday with me, I’ll be able to hold you instead of waiting for you to be here. I can talk to you, and maybe you’ll even be talking by then, who knows. I’m not even going to let myself think about your 1st birthday yet.” Jack looked up again, making sure he wasn’t waking you up.

“I just want to be the best dad I can be. You have so many people that love you already and that can’t wait for you to be here. Just between us, I think Urban might be one of the most excited people to meet you. He loves your mom just like I do, well, not quite as much, but he does care as much as I do. You know, he’s the reason your mom and I met. He reminds me all the time, even before we knew about you.” Jack said laughing softly.

“Everything I’ve done for the last several months and everything that I do for the rest of my life will be for you. Well, you and your mom. I promised when I asked her to move to Atlanta with me that I wouldn’t let her down, and she told me that I never would. I just want to do everything I promised.” Jack said, sitting quietly for another minute before he felt you move a little bit, looking up, seeing you still asleep, Jack smiled softly, laying back down next to you, kissing your forehead as he did.

“I love you so much.” Jack whispered before closing his eyes and falling asleep next to you. His hand still gently resting on your belly as you cuddled into his side.

#jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow imagine #dad jack

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innocent-cat · 9 months

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Hello! if you're still taking request could it be a crossover headcanons of vox machina x mha, were there member is like shoto todoroki or vox machina x one piece were there member is like nico robin. Which one do you prefer? Its okay for me.

Hiii! I'd be more than willing to write a "fire/ice curse" headcannon ;)

Vox Machina x Reader Head Canons

Warnings - none?

"Cold shoulder.", Vox Machina x Reader

.·:*¨༺༻¨*:·..·:*¨༺༻¨*:·..·:*¨༺༻

Okay, so the entire team has their own negatives that everyone seems to like.. make a good thing and use it to their advantage?

Obviously, for plot reasons, you have Shoto's family trauma too.

They have NEVER seen your ice/fire curse as something to be looked down upon, but they never really tried to convince you it isn't.

I feel like they'd be too awkward about it knowing the background LMFAO

Because of this, you just kind of thought they were equally as ashamed of you as you were with yourself.

It's some powerful magic shit so they try to tell you to be careful about it, you took it the wrong way

You eventually end up talking to Keyleth about it, and she started squabbling about it to you nervously because she thought she offended you

In all actuality, they all love you and enjoy your company.

They think its cool when you do ice tricks.

It obviously took you a while to warm up to them with fire magic, and its always nice to have around winter.

Pike specifically asks you to warm a lot of stuff up for her, since you figured out how to just make your hands warm.

Usually things like socks, blankets, food, drinks, or for you to boil water in the middle of no where.

It's always a funny conversation to have with her.

"Heyyy.. uhmmm... You mind-"

You take the item and already start heating your hands up.

"No. No I do not."

You love being helpful to them ˙◠˙

Percy likes to bring you to his little workshop and make you his assistant, he finds its much easier to make weaponry or contraptions with someone who can help him bend metal.

"Hands?"

You stick your hands out, and he places a long, thin, spiral of metal on them.

"Thank you." You hum. in response to him.

Percy is so thankful to you out of all of them. He says thank you for every little thing.

if you feeling a little romantical about himm... he says thank you when you hold his hand in the cold or his face in the cold #cuties

BUT ANYWAY

Grog doesn't get it.

I mean, if I was him, I wouldn't either.

With all honesty, he's just worried for you.

At one point you overheard a conversation with him and Pike.

"Are they okay Pikey??? They just lit on fire and shot ice at the same time..˙◠˙"

"Yes, Grog, thats just they're magic.."

(At that point, Pike tried explaining it 13 times to him, and it was 4am)

Vex and Vax are utterly ridiculous about it.

Least petty twin siblings, honestly.

Vex asked you to light her arrow on fire so she could shoot Vax's coat 'accidentally' and burn it.

To be fair, in her defense, he asked you to freeze her gold chest lock so he could steal from her..

At one point, when you were still learning, You froze one of Keyleth's plants, and she got a brain freeze for a solid 15 seconds.

"Oh my GOSH! Keyleth I am so sorry oh my gosh.."

"No-no.. its okayy.. he was almost dead anyway.."

She said, holding her head, groaning from the severe brain freeze she suddenly got.

Req pt 2 if this gets popular, but add who u want more of ;)

#percy de rolo #x reader #vox machina #fluff #percival de rolo #percy de rolo x reader #the legend of vox machina #the legends of vox machina #keyleth of the air ashari #vex'ahlia x reader #vex and vax #vax #vax'ildan #vex'ahlia #xreader #grog strongjaw #pike trickfoot #pike x reader

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foster-the-world · 2 months

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I love

I love when I get to hang out with any of my kids one on one. We need to make concentrated efforts to do it more often. I'm home with baby boy all week while my husband took the girls to Cali to see his parents/sister.

Baby boy is so much fun alone (as I've said a million times). We went to the Children's Museum and the MOMA kids art lab. Kids art lab was underwhelming but he enjoyed himself. Did a quick walk through of the art. He wasn't too impressed.

We had an indoor monkey bar system set up yesterday. It took the guys a lot longer then they planned. Last night I was regretting the choice. Felt a little too risky. I think I know how we can make it safer. Its supposed to be a part of his sensory diet. We used some funds we got when the DOE reimbursed for some OT costs.

Rebel was sick Thursday night. Thankfully fine all day Friday. Flew out very early on Saturday. His parents picked them up with masks and dropped them off at a hotel. They were supposed to go right to the cousins house and were scheduled to stay with his parents. I guess his parents were worried about the stomach bug. Which is understandable but I thought it was rude not too let my husband know beforehand. He got up at 4am to take two kids on a six hour flight by himself. He would have warned the girls they were expected to go isolate in a hotel room. Of course, my husband is a Saint and just went along with it. If my parents didn't see my girls for three months there is zero chance they would give up even one hour with them - sick or not. And they weren't even sick anymore. She never had a fever. Threw up 36 hours before. Anyway not my rodeo.

Baby boys ezcema is not good. His poor little cheeks. I guess its just the cold weather.

My own scalp is so, so, so itchy. Before the last month I've never in my life had this problem. No dandruff just itchy/burning. Its not a super bad pain level but its nonstop. It keeps me awake at night. I'm assuming its related to the low iron and the hair loss. Not sure what to do. Trying shampoos right now. Probably need to do some kind of eating changes but not sure exactly what and also don't want to. My skin is also itchy but that's less persistent. The skin is also something I'm used to when the weather gets cold like this.

DOE is giving new options for baby boy since they can't find providers. I'm on the fence. It involves a different school. Its not far away, is an inclusive classroom (8 special ed kids, 8 gen ed), would include all providers (OT, PT and speech) , and would include free summer camp which also includes all providers. These are all big benefits. Its a fancy private school - which is not our vibe. I guess they reserve some DOE spots. I don't really want my poorly behaved (but o so sweet) black boy to be a scholarship kid (in essence) in a school full of rich white kids. In their defense I think by private school standards it is more diverse then most. I don't want my kids to grow up with kids who think spending $60K a year for school is normal. I think it just gives a view of the world I don't want them to have. But that's more of a concern for older grades. Not an issue for 4yo's. He can go back to our little public school for K. We need to figure out a place for providers and this maybe our best option. The free summer camp is a big draw. I need somewhere that can handle kids like him. One that is paid for and includes his services would be a huge win. They do swimming lessons and teach Spanish. He's actually picking up some Spanish vocabulary (numbers, colors, animals) so a place where that can grow would be great. DOE is setting up a tour after winter break. I'm sure its a very nice facility. Let's see how it goes. I won't hold my breathe until a solution is actually implemented.

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