#just. the confidence with which she said that still fucking hurt u know

[uglyducklingofthe2000s]

Hiii i love you and ur writing and idk if ur taking requests or not but if u are then please please can u write tooth rotting fluff for lando where the reader is sick and is nauseous all the time, not eating and has a stomach ache and he just helps her and take care of her..

I've been sich and puking my guts out from like 2 days and im in desperate need of lando taking care of me.

Ew You're Gross - LN

Ok, so usually I try to prioritise older requests but when I see it's sent in for a specific reason I always gotta knock it up to getting written first.

I do feel like Lando would sort of be a bit of a twat and try to use humour to make her feel better while being as best a nurse he can. also I'm so sorry, I didn't include like actually vomiting in this, just bc I wrote a fic about the reader having alcohol poisoning where she very much spewed everywhere just yesterday. I hope that's ok, he's still very caring, tentative and so boyfriend in this (that's what I'm aiming for).

It was entirely Lando's fault. They both know it. But not only has she got tonsillitis from her wonderful boyfriend who has since recovered, but she's got an ear infection because apparently her body had to double-down on itself.

Thankfully it's the Monaco race next and since they've got a couple weekends, she doesn't really need to worry about anything in terms of travelling with her ears being so vulnerably to the pressure of flying.

"Oh baby, you look so gross." Lando coos as he walks into the apartment and finds her struggling with a fever that won't break and no amount of ice cream has aided her throat in feeling better. "My poor baby."

"Don't even. This is your fault." Y/n croaks sounding like someone took sandpaper to her throat.

Lando pouts at her, kissing her cheek softly while he smiles at her.

"I'm going to nurse you for a bit. We've got load of time to get you all well again." Lando smiles trying to ignore her scolding temperature just from cupping her cheek. "I spoke to my mum, I spoke to Jon. I've got all the credentials to be a fully certified nurse."

"You are mental if you think I'm trusting you to be my nurse after you just said I look gross." Y/n pouts making Lando smile at her.

"Ok, stop talking because you look like you're in pain when you talk and you sound like you swallowed grit. So let's get you in a cool-ish shower, try and break your fever and then we'll get you all comfortable in bed and cosy. I got chicken noodle soup because I know it's your favourite and the only soup you'll allow within the vicinity."

Y/n does smile a little though she isn't exactly excited at the thought of a shower than is anything but hot at the very minimum. Burning is preferable.

She takes some coaxing to say the least, but Lando manages to get y/n in the just colder than lukewarm shower.

"You're so pretty." Lando smiles as her red face pouts at him. Even cooling down the tonsillitis has her face flushed just because it's pretty bad.

"Can I please get out now?" Y/n whines making him smile at her and nod, readying a large towel which her surrounds her in as soon as she steps out, her body trembling and shivering hard as she seeks warmth in the room temperature towel.

Progress is made since he manages to take her to the bedroom. Drying her hair on the cool setting, dressing her in the lightest weight pyjamas that she has.

"Alright, I'm going to heat up the soup. You just keep yourself comfortable." Lando instructs while she smiles lightly at him. "I love you."

"I love you too...a lot." Y/n murmurs though he knows she wishes she didn't love him enough to have kissed him, confident she wouldn't catch his tonsillitis. Too confident because she did and hers is worse than his was.

After getting her to eat half of the soup before she started to insist that it hurt too much to keep swallowing which did earn a small smirk then in turn she rolled her eyes at him.

-

Morning rolled around and actually y/n's ear infection has fucked her balance so when she gets up to pee, her body just tips off to the side and by some miracle her boyfriend's quick reflexes save her as he manages to grab her hand and yank her back onto the bed.

"Jesus. I think you dislocated my arm." Y/n winces while Lando shrugs.

"You were about to face plant and not save yourself. I had to do something." Lando states then sighing as he reaches over and frowns feeling her temperature has gone back up. "Are you hot or cold?"

"Cold. It's fucking baltic." Y/n groans making him laugh a little before he grins at her. "Can you help me to the toilet? I really have to pee and it's about to come out."

"Yeah, yeah. Let's go." Lando nods rushing to help her and get her to the toilet. "I love you."

"I love you too." Y/n hums, her voice quieter than yesterday as Lando moves to get her antibiotics and some water for her to drink them with.

She stands up from the toilet flushing and moving to wash her hands before jumping when she feels Lando press up behind her, his body keeping her in place between her and the counter as he reaches around her to tap her chin making her mouth drop open before he tosses the pills into her mouth then holds the glass to her lips tipping it for her before she takes a couple sips. Careful not to drink too much and hurt her throat.

"Ok, baby. Rest and recovery. Your fever is back so...can we just try the cold cloth method rather than putting you into another shower?"

He might cope with humour but there's worry and concern about his girlfriend's welfare, she's usually so bright and energetic but she is visibly drained and the fever is taking it out of her.

"Yeah, that sounds fine..." Y/n murmurs but he can tell there's something else she didn't say.

"What is it baby?" Lando smiles softly then her shoulder as he continues to look at her through their reflection.

"I was just going to ask if you can stay with me today, but you have padel with-"

"I cancelled that before I got home yesterday baby. I'm not going anywhere. I promise you." Lando tsks making her smile brightly before she swallows thickly. "I'm not letting you out my sight again still I've got you back to full health."

So that's exactly what happens. Lando makes sure the cloth is constantly cold while y/n basically sleeps through the day. Though one thing that makes Lando practically melt is her fist clutching tightly onto the fabric of his shorts as she sleeps.

He kind of just sit on the bed with his laptop to game next to her, pausing and stopping every so often to check on her and wake her up just to make sure she's properly hydrated since the last thing he wants it for her to be feeling worse from not having enough water.

Her fever breaks again and this time Lando is determined to keep it that way, he wakes her up for the antibiotics too and gives her some painkillers when she complains about her ears hurting.

"Baby, do you want to have something to eat maybe?" Lando asks softly when he checks the time and notices how late it is.

"Yes, please." Y/n murmurs her voice still sounding pretty raw.

Y/n's fist is still tightly holding Lando's shorts leaving small creases, he actually captured a picture of it and shared it to his Instagram story because sometimes he does like to flex his bragging rights over having nabbed such a girlfriend that he's so taken by. Plus she's adorable so why would he not share just the photo of her hand grasping his shorts so tightly.

His followers know she's sick because they always manage to find things out no matter what. But he wanted to share that he is in fact being a very good boyfriend and spending his days off taking care of her.

"Soup?"

"Yeah, soup." she nods earning a grin before he leans over to kiss the top of her head softly.

"You stay here, I'll be right back."

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[silvervioletvalentine]

🦋!Whenever , Wherever, we’re meant to be together!🦋

Pairing: Quinn Hughes x Lina Valentina (femOC)

Word count : 14k

Summary: in which Trevor accidentally steals a baby and while returning said baby they finally figure out who jacks new neighbour is.

Or: in which Quinn’s longtime crush on Spanish popstar Lina Valentina is brought to life when they find her baby in the hallway.

Warnings: fluff. Babies. Confident and knows what she wants Lina . Annoying brothers , Quinn being awkward and in love . Smut. A lot of taylor swift and shakira references because if you can’t tell already i love them <3 I think that’s it. Just a bit of a funny , fluffy one . Lemme know what u think xoxo

Quinn was seriously wondering if he had mistaken his multi vitamins for some hallucinogenic drugs of some kind , as he looked away from his brother to see Trevor skipping back into his apartment holding a baby in his hands , who couldn't have been older than a year old, high in his hands like the poor thing was a trophy.

Both he and Jack stopped their casual conversation to stare at him in various degrees of shock, Quinn's face more worried and horrified , while his brother just merely looked amused at the sight of his friend holding a baby , that they had never seen before. As though this was a completely normal thing to happen (it wasn’t).

"Something you forgot to tell us dude? Condom broke again?" Jack joked, already laughing loudly to himself as he bent his head down to coo at the baby in his friends arms. Awwing at his cute little face all scrunched up, wide eyed and utterly confused.

Trevor just rolled his eyes with a casual grin, holding the baby out like he was apart of the lion king.

Quinn's hands quickly darted out as he moved closer to him, afraid that he was going to drop the poor baby onto its head . Blinking in absolute disbelief as he looked between the two idiots silently , utterly speechless .

"No! I just found the little dude crawling around in the hallway outside our door. He was making vroom noises. Look at the curls on this kids head!" He gushed in amazement , Jack leaning down to ruffle said curls gently . Both looking like kids at a candy shop as they cooed at the babbling baby happily.

Quinn finally had enough of this concerning bullshit and snapped

"let me get this straight-" he took in a deep breath to try and calm himself down, it was incredibly difficult thing to do then, feeling his heart racing in his chest as he glared over at Trevor in absolute disbelief-

“-you found a stray baby and instead of looking around to see if one of the neighbors left the door open , or were panicking looking for him- you-" he took yet another long , angry breath , eyes flickering back down to the baby that was now looking back at him with big , bambi eyes "picked him up and brought him to jacks apartment?! That's kidnapping! You've stolen a baby! Have you lost your mind?!" He shouted in disbelief , concerned beyond it.

Trevor let out a groan as though he was the idiot ruining his good time . "little dude was right outside the door! Have you never heard of the phrase finders keepers losers weepers?" He joked, just to get on his nerves some more.

He adjusted the baby in his arms again and Quinn's heart lept , crossing his fingers tightly and praying for some patience .

Jack laughed loudly while Quinn's scowl just deepened.

"That does not count in this situation! Oh my god- you fucking-"

"Not swearing in front of the baby!" Jack exclaimed, still laughing. Unable to help himself, finding this situation far more amusing than he should be.

Trevor started laughing too, the poor baby looking up at his grinning face with wide eyes, making little noises as though he was trying to speak but had no words .

Quinn felt the same way, reaching the end of his patience as he reached over and quickly took the baby from Trevor’s arms before he could accidental hurt him. Glaring at him all the while as he awkwardly held the baby in one arm, wincing to himself as his little hand darter out to grab onto his hair with an iron grip.

God. Was he having a nightmare? What the hell was going on?

All he had wanted was to hang out with his brother , maybe play some video games and order takeout or something. Instead he was awkwardly rocking a fussy baby in his arms while glaring at the two idiots in front of him in disbelief.

"I can't believe you-" he was ready to give him another stressed out mouthful , maybe a slap too. Gently patting the small hand in his hair as he tried to get him to stop pulling on it so damn hard, worried he was going to have a bald spot by the time the baby was done with its fun.

Either the guys were going to give him one or the babbling baby was . This was unbelievable.

Trevor laughed carelessly "calm down man. I only brought the little dude here so we could all go look for the mamma. Do you think she'll be a milf-?" He looked at Jack with a sick smirk, both of them giggling like little kids as they joked around. Apparently unconcerned with the sudden appearance of a random baby at their door.

Quinn didn't know whether to hit them both or simply leave. Maybe both. Could he do that?

"Or maybe they'll be a dad waiting out their ready to beat out asses for having his baby! I know I would if I found some strangers holding mine!" He hissed at them annoyed , worried and pissed off all at once.

He couldn't believe that his relaxing Friday night was turning out like this. Holding a baby that wasn't even his .

He turned his head a little to check in on him, face softening a little as big , wide eyed stared back up at him. Framed with long lashes and a freckled nose , rosy cheeks and a pacifier in his mouth. Quinn had to admit that it had got to have been the cutest baby he had ever seen in his life . With wild Curly hair sticking up in every direction thanks to his brothers ruffling hand, he gently smoothed his soft hair back down for him. Smiling a little when the baby let out a giggle .

"mamá." He started repeating , looking around the room as though he would find her there with them .

Quinn snapped his head back over to dumb and dumber with a darkening glare , gently rocking the mumbling baby in his arms in hopes of calming him down now that he had finally realised that his mamma wasn't there with him.

"See? He's upset now! Asshole!" He hissed at Trevor , furious with him for not thinking like a normal, logical human being for once.

Who the hell picks up a baby from the floor and brings it inside without looking for the parents first?

Fucking Christ! Quinn felt like his heart was going to fall out of his ass with worry. He really did.

Jack looked at his brother with a easygoing grin, snorting a little in amusement at the stressed out look on his face. Finding it hilarious how awkward and out of place his older brother looked holding baby like that. The baby still refusing to let go of his hair.

"Always so positive." He couldn't help but remark , unbothered by his hot glare in response.

He just let out a small chuckle "calm your tits man. My neighbour at the end of the hall has a baby. Ive heard it crying some times and they play a lot of Lina Valentina music to calm him down. I think I could speak Spanish now from the amount of songs I've listened to lately." He told them casually as he led them over to the front door, ready to return the baby before his brother had a aneurysm or passed the fuck out from stress .

Trevor looked over his shoulder at Quinn with a teasing grin as he heard her name .

“That's that spanish pop star that you always listen to but pretend you don't right?" He quipped , amused.

Quinn coloured , deciding that he absolutely hated Trevor now. Childish and right. He hated it. Bastard.

He carefully adjusted the babbling baby in his arms and glared at him sourly "I do not- not all the time. Just when she comes on the radio-" he tried to defend himself, weakly. There was no point.

His brother easily called his bluff "liar! You made me go with you to see her gig when she finally came to the states. I think that's the only time I've ever seen you flustered over a girl. It's the belly dancing thing right?" He teased him, wiggling his eyebrows at him to annoy him.

Quinn just huffed, fed up with the both them.

Trevor had stolen a baby and he was the one getting bullied.

Unbelievable. Just Really nice.

"She’s famous  for a reason jackass. Don't act like you didn't pop a boner as soon as she started dancing too!" He hissed to his brother in both annoyance and embarrassment. Hating how he apparently wasn't allowed to enjoy some Lina Valentine in his spare time now either .

I mean, who the hell didn't? She was a absolute icon. The same age as he was and she had already achieved so much. Quinn, admittedly thought that she was amazing. Unbelievably fucking beautiful with the body of a siren , and the way she moved her hips and rolled her waist-

Yeah. He just thought that she was cool. That's all.

She might have been his first and only ever crush , even to this day. She was just something else. That’s it. Nothing strange.

"How haven't you met your neighbour yet? Surprised  you weren't  banging on her door begging to be friends." Quinn muttered pissily at his brother, the complete opposite of mr social butterfly. He preferred his alone time, where nobody else could bother him.

And this, he looked down at the baby in his arms that wasn't his, then back up to his brother and Trevor with a dark scowl. Was exactly the reason why he didn't like leaving his own apartment , because he always ended up getting dragged into somebody else's shit.

Fuck them all. He thought miserably. He was too tired for this shit.

What was next? Accidentally stealing someone's car because he wanted them to see how cool it was? Fucking dickhead.

Jack just rolled his eyes at his moodiness, used to it by now. Knowing that as soon as he had some pizza and beer, he would be feeling much better again.

Hopefully. Fingers crossed.

"What if she's a mean Karen and shouts at me? I don't want to deal with that." He defensible shot back at him. Not wanting to admit that he was too nervous to approach his new neighbour after he had heard loud Spanish shouting through her door one night on his way home.

She had e scary as fuck. Especially since he had no idea what the hell she was even so mad about. What if she had been pissed off about his nosiness after boys night and was ranting about him in another language to the building owner to get him kicked out?

He didn't want to risk it. Too afraid to knock after that. But they didn't need to know that.

Trevor called over his shoulder to them in amusement "well luckily it seems like we don't need to knock because this door is already open!guess this is where the little man wandered from!”

He grinned, sticking his head around the door confidently

"Helllooo-" his sunshine greeting suddenly froze mid sentence as his body did .

Making Quinn warily approach  behind them, clutching the baby a little tighter in his arms with worry while sharing a confused glance with his brother,  who shuffled a little closer to him without even realising   it .

"Oh fuck. Oh my god." Trevor breathed out in shock, eyes blown wide as he blinked at something in the apartment that they couldn't see.

Getting impatient , Quinn snapped "what the hell are you gaping at? Move!" He shoved him aside with his free arm to take his place .

Heaving in a annoyed breath as he stepped into the apartment with a annoyed scowl "look I really don't think that-" he was ready to scold the careless idiot for losing their baby like they had  when his eyes found the source of trevors sudden speechlessness.

He found himself freezing up too in absolute disbelief, paling dramatically , as he wondered dreadfully , if the universe  was playing some sick type of joke on him then.

Was this his karma for being such a sourpuss all the time? For never going to parties and leaving before midnight at every single event? Was this his...slap in the face? Shock to the system?

He swallowed thickly .

He could only look silently down at the woman sat down in the middle of the living room , seemingly attempting to build some sort of chair, crossed legged in only some short shorts and a sports bra. Curly hair wild and free and he swallowed dryly again, throat running dry as he blinked down at her in pure shock. Heart dropping to his ass.

Because what the actual fuck was going on?-

"Holy shit you’re Lina Valentina! We were just talking about you! I can't believe this!" Jack blurted out with a loud , surprised laugh  , giving her a excited grin. Practically jumping on his feet as he realised that his new neighbour wasn't some nutty physocpath , but the Lina Valentina instead.

Master of the hips and voice of an Angel, all three guys took a shuddering breath. Hearts pounding in their chests as they were faced with the celebrity of many a mans dreams.

Startled at the sudden noise , her head snapped up from the instructions In her lap that she was concentrating on , as she took in the three guys now suddenly stood in her apartment. One of them holding her baby in his arms like he had never held a baby in his life before .

It was an strange image to be seen. She couldn't help but chuckle a little underneath her breath despite the way her heart jumped in her mouth with slight fear for a moment. But she quickly took in their youthful , excited faces and knew they weren't going to be a threat.

She relaxed a little , smiling as her little baby let out a excited screech at the sight of her. Wriggling in the mans arms as he clapped happily, eyes wide and full of joy. She felt her soul light up just at the sight of her little man.

Her face momentarily fell a little as she let out a loud, exasperated sigh, bottom lip pushing out a little as she pushed herself off the floor slowly to greet them .

"Oh no. Not again." Her Spanish  accent was thick as she shook her head a little in amusement, eyes on her baby in Quinn's arms.

She didn't even looked alarmed at the sight of them or the worrying situation she had found herself in  , nor concerned or even a little bit angry like he thought she would be .

He was expecting a little more...drama. Maybe a slap to the face or some sobbing in his arms as she thanked them relentlessly for finding her baby but not this..

Not her... god. He sighed deeply too.

Quinn didn't know what the hell he was supposed to do or what he was supposed to say, he gave a quick glance over to his brother only to see Jack quickly reaching over to introduce himself  . His excitement  obvious on his face, Trevor quickly snapping out of his own shock too to join him as they crowded her, greetings loud and more than pleased.

Meanwhile Quinn just stood aside from them in the corner in absolute disbelief, silently watching them trying to flirt with her while he held her baby to him, even going as far as exchanging a small glance with the little dude as if to say 'can you believe this?' To him.

The baby just giggled and tried to bite his noise, he held him out a little away from him at that. More Nervous now.

Feeling a little like he was going to be sick from the horrible anxiety swarming  in his stomach, unable to take his eyes away from the woman that he had spent years dreaming about.

The woman that  he had bought tickets to see live on stage a few years ago , signing up for pre sale tickets because he knew they would sell out within minutes. They did , and he had been so happy to get his own tickets despite the fact that he hadn't shown it, only privately grinning to himself in the comfort of his own room. the same woman that he shamefully had a crush on for so long now. Even attempting to learn Spanish so he could watch her interviews and understand at least single word she said.

Apparently Lina Valentina was his brothers neighbour. Because of course she was.

He tried to hold back a hysterical laugh. Coughing a little instead , unable to believe what the hell was happening right then. Wondering if he really was dreaming or if someone really had switched his vitamins for acid. Because he had got to be seeing things.

He was So in his own disbelieving thoughts he didn't realise that she was coming over to him until she was stood right in front of him, her vanilla perfume filling his senses as she smoothly took back her baby from his arms while giving him a casual smile.

As though this was a everyday occurrence for her. He sure fucking hoped not. For the baby's sake.

"Maybe I should get a gate  for the hallway too. He’s like a little flash. So fast now." She blew a raspberry on her baby's belly, giggling with him with a face full of nothing but love.

Quinn couldn't believe it. His starstruckness mixed with his usual awkwardness had him blurting out a unimpressed -

“-maybe you should  just keep your front door closed. What if he got out into the street and hurt himself ?" Frowning down at her disapprovingly. Unable to stop himself before it was too late.

Missing the look of pure disbelief that Jack shot Trevor , shaking his head slowly to himself as they watched his brother awkwardly cross his arms over his chest, scowl never leaving his face as he looked down at the grinning , unbothered pop star in front of him.

"God. He couldn't even charm a fish." Jack groaned underneath his breath, both in amusement and second hand embarrassment.

His brother had the woman of his dreams right in front of him and what was he doing? Scolding her.

It was just so Quinn like that he couldn't help but grin even wider once he noticed how unbothered Lina seemed too.

Simply looking up at Quinn with a perfectly arched brow, as though she wasn't stood in front of him in tiny shorts and a thin sports bra. Looking like a messy wet dream .

He didn't know where to look, he settled on her amused eyes instead . Fighting back a horrified wince at his blunt and not cool at all behaviour .

When he had daydreamed about all the ways he would meet her, and charm her, maybe flirt his way (or plead his way pathetically ) into getting her to give him a chance . He imagined telling her how beautiful she looked under the lights , about how she took his breath away every time he heard her songs on the radio . How he sang along and knew everyone word despite his friends and brothers teasing. He had been loyal to her for so long now that it was in his dna.

scolding her for her carelessness was not on his list of first words to her at all. What kind of meet cute was this? He wanted to die a little. He really did then.

This couldn't be happening to him. His felt his face flame , right up to his ears and nose. His lips pursed tighter , not knowing what to feel or what to do.

"Four floors down?" She said in amusement as she kissed the side of her baby's head gently "-plus you have to take the moving box to get down to the bottom to get out . And as smart as Juan is, he can't use them yet." She told him matter of factly , like he was an idiot .

Then she slowly looked him up and down, taking in his outgrown hair and messy stubble. The broken nose and nervous twitching of his fingers by his side.

She stifled a sudden smile of her own before looking away from him, wandering into her kitchen to make Juan a bottle instead.

"Elevator." Quinn muttered , because that was him told. Wasn't it?

His cheeks flushed even darker  as he ignored the two idiots snickering at his own misery . He looked down at his feet for a moment , eyes only flickering back up again when she let out a quite hum.

"Oh. Okay." She simply let out, not bothered at all. Moving box. Elevator . Same thing.

“Trevor. You asked me out . I'm afraid my answer is a hard no." She directed her attention over to the grinning guy behind him instead, giving him a amused shake of her head. Props for trying she supposed . Gotta love the confidence.

Trevor just shrugged, smile never leaving his face. Just happy to be there and to be meeting her. He couldn't wait to get a picture with her to brag to all of their friends about this moment for the rest of his life.

Nobody was going to believe this. It was a thought that they all shared. Quinn the most.

He couldn't help but glare over at him, pursing his lips tightly together as he watched Lina fondly flick his forehead as she passed him as though he was something that amused her greatly . Gritting his teeth to keep his mouth firmly shut.

He Should have known that Trevor would try snd charm his way into her pants. He couldn't blame him. But still.

They had only been there for less than five minutes , Trevor having practically stolen her baby for a good moment there without a single apology .

Didn't he have any shame? Quinn glowered, bitterly jealous that he had all the guts that he didn't have at all.

"Is it because I'm not Spanish? I could download dualingo. I'm a fast learner." He winked at her shamelessly.

Even Jack burying his face in his hands beside him with a laugh , amazed by his over confidence . Even with a famous pop star that was clearly out of his league . Well. Anybody's league really.

Lina let out a loud giggle, smirking over at him. He was cute. She could give him that, she wondered if it was just an American boy thing. Backward caps and American smiles .

She wasn't completely unfazed but her eyes kept going back to the sulking man leaning against her wall instead. Glaring at his friend as though he wanted to melt him with his dark gaze.

That one, her brain supplied like a spoiled child wanting more than they should have.

I want that one. It sang mischievously.

"You're funny. But no. I'm sick of the guys back home anyways. Very beautiful but.." she let out a long suffering sigh "so very stupid. Too beautiful , no brains , Sí?" She looked at them like they should understand .

All of them nodding along as though they did when they so clearly didn't. Just wanting to get on her good side now.

Trevor let out a dramatic sigh "well that's too bad. If you're not looking for beautiful guys then I have no chance. Because clearly I am the most beautiful-"

Quinn rolled his eyes "god. Shut up. Arrogant jackass." He muttered at him, irritated beyond belief at him. Not wanting to admit to himself why either .

Jack glanced over at him knowingly , grinning at his obvious jealously and lack of coolness around her.

He tried to help his big brother out, in a little brother kind of way of course .

"Well If you don't want a beautiful man. You should meet my brother Quinn-" he gave him a pat to the shoulder as he tired to push him towards her.

Quinn immediately shoving him away, flushing a dark red as he shot him a glare. Mortified.

"Shut the fuck up-"

Lina gasped as she covered her baby's ears with a disapproving frown towards him.

"no cursing! He's going to be a good boy. Stop that!" She was the one scolding him this time , reaching out her foot to kick at his ankle like she had seen her own mother to do her father when he was doing something that she didn't like  .

Quinn went silent in shock , eyes blown wide as he looked down at where she had kicked him in disbelief .

"He started it-" he went to defend himself pathetically , Trevor snorting behind him at how childish he sounded . So moody and annoyed that his luck was so fucking shit like this.

Lina just side eyed him , unimpressed. "Shush. Quinn. Huh-" she got sidetracked for a moment as she tasted his name in her mouth.

Completely Missing the way he swallowed and averted his gaze , needing to take a deep breath in as her heard her say his name like that. Reminding  himself how to breath all over again. It didn’t feel so easy anymore.

Not with her there, looking like that… who gave her the right to look so fucking beautiful like this? It really wasn’t fair.

How was he supposed to breathe normally now? His nose was already fucked up as it was, she was making his chest collapse too now.

Fuck. He ran a slightly shaky hand through his hair, swallowing dryly again. Fuck . Fuck.

"I like that name. But don't argue with me." She stepped to his side , no longer looking at him as she spoke up again, changing the subject quickly . Ignoring his kicked puppy look beside her.

"are the two of you men yet?" She smirked over at Trevor and Jack like she was setting a trap. Quinn falling quiet beside her as he watched them fall right into it. Fighting back a amused snort at the sight of them perking up eagerly.

"Hell yeah! Can't you tell by all this muscle?" Trevor flexed his arm at her with sly wink. Jack grinning too as he laughed loudly "yeah. We're manly men. Do you even-have to ask?" He said arrogantly . In way over his head already.

Lina just grinned at them smugly  "I do. Okay then. That's great then . Seeing as you're so strong and manly could you finish fixing up that high chair for me? I can't do it." She softened her voice along with her face as she tilted her head sweetly at them. Perfect manipulation granted.

Both of them melted just like she had planned . Nodding their heads along like obedient puppies as they quickly spun around to sit on the floor in the front room, fighting to get the instructions . Eager  to please her.

"Of course! We've got this! We'll have it up in minutes. Don't you worry." Jack told her confidently as he picked up a wooden piece of it, glancing at it uncertainly . Yet he didn't give in, pride on the line,

Quinn shook his head in disbelief "unbelievable." He muttered as he followed a smug Lina into the kitchen while Side eyeing her in amusement .

"They’re idiots. There not going to have it done quickly." He felt the need to let her know as he leant back against the kitchen counter, watching her bring out a plate of fruit . Looking down at all the different left overs pieces in contemplation.

She just shrugged her shoulders indifferently "I know. Here-" she abruptly turned around and stuck out her arms, nodding down to Juan with a expectant gaze on her pretty face.

Treating Quinn like she had known him for years, as though they were close friends and like he always held her baby for her while she chopped up some fruit in her kitchen. Totally normal.

He didn't even think, too in shock still as he awkwardly pulled the garbling baby from her arms, placing him on his side instead. Looking down at little Juan for a moment as he swallowed nervously.

"I-he's quite heavy. For a baby I mean." He blurted out, suddenly hating the silence that had fell upon them. His nerves forcing his mouth to open and spew out whatever it wanted before his brain could even catch up.

Anxiety. He shut his mouth promptly. Was a bitch.

What happened to his life long vow of being quite and chilled out? He took one glance over at the grinning Spanish woman and inhaled shakily, yeah, that wasn't going to happen. Not with Lina fucking Valentina beside him . Even her name sounded like a love song on his tongue.

Was it hot here? He fanned his shirt a little frantically , flushing . Or was it just him?

Lina just giggled, obvious to his little freak out as she focused on chopping up the fresh fruit for them to eat.

"I know right? When I thought of having a baby I thought it would be so much easier to carry him. Even when he was fist born, the dolls are really misleading as kids. If I'd have known how heavy baby's really were-" she paused her talking to glance up at them for a moment , smiling at the sight of Juan snuggling up to Quinn happily . Just happy to cuddle anyone these days. She got it. She really did.

"-I would have started weight lifting before my pregnancy. But hey!" She laughed, flexing her arm for him to see with a mischief grin "look at my arms now! So strong huh?" She winked at him, enjoying the red painting his cheeks more than she should.

But she was just a woman. As Quinn was a very cute, very awkward, adorable man. She was gonna tease him till his legs gave out and he lost all the paleness in his face.

She could fell her body perk up excitedly , eyes trained on him as she chewed her bottom lip with a thrill.

Oh yes. Maybe this was whst she had been missing since moving here . A Quinn to tease and please and play with. Her heart had been an empty room for so long now, didn't it deserve to let someone in again? To house someone new?

She was a romantic at heart. A tease and a minx. She knew it. Everybody did. Even Quinn did.

That didn't make his heart flutter any less as he tore his eyes away from her toned and tanned arms, smiling a little tensely in her general direction.

Unable to look her in her eyes. Intimated by her natural charisma and easygoing nature, and her beauty .

God her beauty... he felt sick from it. Was that normal? To feel sick to your stomach when somebody smiled at you?

He swallowed again "yeah er- yeah." He shifted Juan in his arms again just for something to do , rocking him a little as he started to drift off again his chest. His eyes softened as he glanced down at him, relaxing a little as he gently patted his small back with his hand.

"What are you doing here?" Realising how rude that sounded , he quickly rushed out "I mean- in America? Here . I thought that you lived in madrid." He was curious to what could pull her away from such a beautiful place. His home was nice but it wasn't madrid. Who could leave there willingly with a baby in tow?

Lina did.

She just shrugged as she placed the plate of now cut fruit onto the table , moving close to him as she carefully lifted up a piece of watermelon and held it up to juans mouth for him to suck at . Smiling down at him affectionately As he tiredly did so, eyes blearily and barely open.

"I like travelling and going to new places. It's not good to stay around in one place for too long plus.." she inhaled deeply as she glanced up at him with a small quirk of her lips , finding Quinn's eyes already glued to her face. Soaking in every word she said like a sponge.

"Plus the whole ex boyfriend putting his tiny dick in his ex girlfriends mouth thing kind of put a dampener on the city for me . Ya know?"

She said it so nonchalantly that he couldn't help but let out a surprised laugh , even snorting a little in amusement how uncaring she sounded , just a little annoyed that her home had been stained if anything .

"Oh no." He breathed out a chuckle , watching her feed Juan some more fruit as he held him carefully for her still. "So that's what happened. He was a footballer right? Everyone was talking about your split."

Lina just nodded her head casually, unbothered.

"yeah. Should have known really. He can only think with his balls, that's all he knows. He can find the back of the net but not the clit." She bluntly told him, giggling to herself as she did so.

“But it's whatever. It's his loss."

Quinn was speechless for a moment , just grinning down at the amazing woman in front of him. So beautiful and so fucking funny..so cool. He let out a sigh without even realising it.

"It is." He murmured before letting out a surprised noise when she suddenly reached up, strawberry in her hand as she tapped it against his mouth gently.

"What are you doing?" He tried to pull his face away, flustered. But she wasn't having it.

Simply rolling her eyes at him with a grin as she tapped the fruit against his lips again , more impatiently this time .

"Open your mouth Quinn. Don't waste my fruit now." She teasingly remarked , enjoying how he couldn't even look at her, face now a permanent red since he had arrived .

He kept his eyes to the wall opposite him as he hesitantly opened his mouth, heart going crazy as he felt her fingertips brush his tongue as she casually fed him the strawberry.

Tapping his jaw gently with her fingers to keep his mouth open as she reached over to feed him some more, face casual and serene , like this was a normal thing to do.

Quinn felt like he was going to collapse. Eyes flickering rapidly between the wall, the fridge , the baby and then Lina . Not knowing where to look as she continued hand feeding him the fruit , keeping her body close to his side as she smiled up at him softly . Pleased with his compliance.

"Not so bad huh?" She glanced down at his pouty lips now stained with Berry and subtly sighed .

"tienes una boca tan bonita." (You have such a pretty mouth.) she murmured in appreciation , finding it hard to look away.

His eyes shot back to her own at those words, eyes widening as he heard a familiar one.

“Pretty?" Bonita. He knew that one. He looked at her for an answer.

Lina just smiled at him and moved herself away from his side finally , coyly shrugging her shoulders at him in response .

“Very. What do you do?" She asked him curiously , mind already making plans.

She wanted him. That much was simple. And judging by his heaving chest and apple red cheeks , he wanted her too.

Quinn took a deep breath in, trying to calm himself down again . Juan now fast asleep in his arms as he watched Lina pack away the remaining fruit and put it back in the fridge , only glancing back over her shoulder at him when he took a second to long too answer.

Still lost in the feeling of her warm fingertips on his lips. He wondered what they would have tasted like if he had sucked them into his mouth and gently wrapped his tongue around her fingers, sweet fruit he knew. His mind supplied him with other dirty thoughts that he was quick to shut down, shifting uneasily on his feet instead .

"I er-I do hockey." He grimaced a little at himself, wishing he was a little more cooler and charming. Wishing that he could be more smooth with his words like Trevor and his brother were. But this was him. A little awkward and unsure "we all do. I'm the better player though." He tried to joke.

She laughed a little "oh yeah? Should I really take your word for it? What if Jack is the better player?" She teased him back. Enjoying it.

He scoffed immediately , chest flaring as he quickly countered back "he is not Better . In anyway." He wouldn't let him be.

Not with Lina . Not like this.

He looked back over at her quickly "and you don't have to take my word for it. You can come see me play anytime." There. That was smoother, wasn't it? He mentally patted himself on the back for that one.

Biting down on his lip to suppress his proud grin as he watched her giggle at what he said, his chest puffing out a little with pride. That he had made her laugh like that. Him. Not Trevor or Jack.

Him.

Lina smiled over at him slyly "I'm usually more inclined towards European footballers but I guess I could try something new." She said casually as though it was no big deal. As though she wasn't spinning his entire world on its axis at the double meaning to her words.

Something new. Like him.

She smirked at him as she carefully took back a sleeping Juan from his aching arms, Quinn barely even noticing. Too busy looking at her like a lovesick idiot. Cheeks red and belly all sticky with the feeling of the butterflies flying around in there, going crazy for her.

God. This was crazy. He let out a breathless laugh , already in love.

"Though i must warn you. I don't like losers Quinn." She said while casually grinning.

He grinned straight back, confidence slowly rising now that he realised that she was only looking at him that wag . That he had her attention.

No amount of dreaming or singing along to her songs in his car could have ever have prepared him for this.

Were they flirting? He hoped they were. He tried his best , he had to.

This was Lina fucking Valentina. And What did Eminem say? You only got one chance, do not miss your shot. Opportunity’s come once in a lifetime . Or something like that.

He wasn't wrong at all.

"That's a lie. Seeing as your baby daddy is the biggest loser out there." He shot back without missing a beat, worried for a moment that she would get pissed off over his offhand comment.

But she just laughed . Loudly . Looking both amused and proud of him, Pointing her finger at him while nodding her head along.

"you're right. I'll let you have that one! But I still don't think you're the best.." she backed away back into the front room, placing the sleeping baby into a small cot in the corner of the room . Tucking him in perfectly before coming straight back to him once she was done.

"No? What will change your mind?" He looked at her in amusement . Liking the back and forth they now had going on. Heart jumping in his chest , hiding his trembling fingers behind his back quickly so she didn’t see them.

She just hummed teasingly "not much. Maybe a lot. So much to prove ya know? Any of your friends single?" She tested him. Seeing if he would play along and fall for it all.

He did. Because of course he did.

"No. There all jackasses anyways." He snapped straight back. Frowning again.

She hid a laugh , so easy . She thought fondly. So cute.

“Hmmm. And you're so lovely? You were scolding me before you even said hello. Actually.." she smirked "I still don't think you have said hello at all. Rude."

He rose his brow at her , rolling his eyes . "Because you were careless. Who leaves there doors wide open like that? Little dude crawled right out!" He exclaimed, not letting it go .

Lina just kicked his ankle again "it's too hot In here! It's summer. Do you want me to get heatstroke and die? Is that it Quinn? You wanted me to melt? I was letting some air in." She countered back , jumping up onto the kitchen table. Feet dangling in front of them, body facing him.

Quinn clenched his hands around the counter top behind his back, eyes flickering down to her bare , swinging legs before quickly darting away again .

"Shut up. Don't be so dramatic. You're used to the heat. Don't even try it." He muttered amused. Kicking her ankle right back.

If possible, her smile grew even bigger at his actions. Chest buzzing with excitement as she took in the shy man in front of her, able to keep up with her whips and dish it right back too.

How perfect.

Before she could resort back and bicker with him some more like she wanted to, Trevor and Jack came rushing back again. Sweaty and proud , with matching grins on their faces.

"It's done! The men built the baby a chair! Can you believe it? It looks so good huh?" Jack smugly said as he pulled her down from the table, dragging her back into the room to see what they had done.

She let out a amused laugh, nodding her head along as she patted their backs. Practically feeling their manly prides boosting as she gave them a sweet smile , both guys cheeks going rosy.

Quinn was glowering at them from beside her , just shaking his head at them in disbelief. Was he this bad? He wondered a little concerned. Before quickly shaking off that question because he didn't want to know the answer at all. (Yes. It was yes. Always.)

"Well done guys! How can I repay you for your help?" She beamed at them. Pleased.

Trevor smirked "with a kiss-" he couldn't even finish before Quinn was smacking the back of his head, hard.

Glaring at him darkly "I will break your teeth." He gritted out in a whisper while Lina was distracted talking to his excited brother . "All of them." He threatened.

Trevor just snorted, side eyeing him. "Jealous are we? In love? Wanna marry her and give her your babies-" he made a baby voice at him, winding him

Up.

Quinn went bright red "shut up." He snapped st him quietly . Keeping an eye on Jack and Lina to make sure they couldn't hear . He could only take so much embarrassment before he would simply keel over .

"You should come over tomorrow! We're just gonna hang out, watch some movies , get takeout and have some beer. Wanna join us?" Jack extended the invitation hopefully. already deciding that he was going to be her friend now.

She was never going to be able to get rid of him now, he was like a overly friendly leech. Quinn hoped that lina knew what she was getting herself into. No more quite alone time anymore.

She smiled at him , thankful to be included. "Sure! Sounds fun. What are you eating tomorrow?"

"Just pizza. Any preference?" Trevor asked her.

She grimaced a little but only Quinn noticed the little sad sigh she let out . Barely audible. Already so in tuned with her . He brows furrowed a little as he looked down at her.

"I'll have whatever you guys have. I'm still not used to all the takeouts here. We never really had pizza unless it was home cooked." She told them absentmindedly . Thinking back to home.

Jack just grinned at her "you'll love it! I'll make sure to get one extra cheesy." He said as they all slowly made there way to the front door. Knowing that they couldn't stay with her forever . No matter how much they wanted to.

While they were distracted , Quinn gently

nudged lina's shoulder with his own.

“What would you normally be having on a Saturday night back home?" He murmured to her , curious.

A little homesick , she shrugged. Nudging him back gently just because she could now.

“A range of things . My mamá is the best cook in the world. But - as overly used and abused as it is- Paella has always been my favourite ." She admitted to him quietly "any kind really . It was the only thing my papa could make. Not as good as a cook as my mama ." She giggled fondly while talking about them .

He smiled at the fond tone she used to speak about her parents , In awe that she was even willing to speak to him at all.

He nodded slowly "I'll eat anything so.." he let out a chuckle "I do have a bit of a sweet tooth though." He muttered shyly , watching her play with her wild hair from the corner of his eye subtly .

His breath hitching in his chest, overwhelmed by her.

Lina giggled "me too! I love anything chocolate but- ya know. I'm not supposed to. Only on special occasions." She whispered to him like it was a secret , unable to look away from his shy smile and rosy cheeks.

Both of them completely missing the looks that Trevor and Jack exchanged as they watched the old dust turned to stardust as it fell around the apartment around them, so lost in each other as the inevitable began again.

Falling in love had never been so easy.

By the time Saturday night came around , Quinn was already tired  with the bundle of nerves that had been running rampant over him the whole day leading up to it.

Fretting over every little thing , not wanting anything or anyone to scare her away. He had made Luke promise to not do not say anything stupid , otherwise he wouldn't be allowed to join their movie night either.

In fact in the space of a couple of hours Quinn had maybe , definitely , threatened and blackmailed all three of them to be on there best behaviour or else. Like a couple hundred times already.

He ignored their amused muttering behind his back about how whipped he already was , he completely blanked out their childish teasing . Instead focusing on making sure that everything went perfectly for their night , wanting Lina to feel comfortable around them.

He couldn't imagine how strange and difficult it was being in a new country , with a baby none the less .

He just wanted her to be happy. Wanted to be the one to supply that rush of happiness and hopefully have her smile that mischievous smile at him again, to hear her giggle at his stupid attempts at a joke in the kitchen.

He just wanted her to like him.

He had felt nothing but a lot of self consciousness and sickness as he got ready for the day, looking at himself in the mirror in his best black jeans and clean shirt. Running his hand through his freshly washed hair, ruffling it as he let out a frustrated groan at himself . Pissed off for even feeling this way to begin with.

He had never cared about what he looked like before, not really , not on such a horrifying scale like this one .

But Suddenly he couldn't look away from his reflection as his grimace got deeper and deeper, eyes zeroing in on his large nose, bent and busted from all the breaks it had taken over the years. Fingers picking at the acne on his face that refused to leave even after his teenage years were long over , rubbing mostoriser into his skin with trembling hands in hopes of it somehow , miraculously taking it all away.

He didn't know why he bothered , or why he cared so much.

Okay. That was lie. He knew exactly why he suddenly cared so much. He thought back to linas long line of ex lovers and felt sick to his stomach as he realised how way over his head he was about this.

She was Lina fucking Valentina. She was beautiful. Stunning. This Ethereal goddess that didn't even seem real until yesterday.

She was everything .

And he - Quinn-felt like nothing compared to her. He thought about all the handsome footballers and other sport stars that he had seen her with over the years and swallowed thickly , averting his gaze from his reflection with haste. No amount of cream was going to change the way he looked like, no amount of cream or new clothes would make him look like they did.

He wasn't them. And he didn't want to be.

They may have had the looks, the hot accents and the ridiculous abs and muscles. But what had that accomplished? They meant nothing to Lina now. They weren't here. She wasn't feeding them fresh fruit and trusting them to hold little Juan in their arms like she was with him .

He was. She was letting him in, without Quinn even having to do a single thing .

She had looked at him and seen something that he never would , and that was enough for him.

He had a chance . He wasnt going to lose it or waste it, he had to try. Broken nose, acne and eye bags and all.

So he spent most his day around town getting everything he needed for the night . As he was unpacking the bags he brought home, Jack spotted the containers he placed on the breakfast table and frowned in confusion at his older brother.

"Why have you got food? I ordered pizza!" His voice rose in surprise , looking at him like he had lost his mind.

Maybe he had. Being lovestruck had that effort on people he guessed .

He just shrugged a little as he continued to unpack , keeping his eyes down on his hands as he felt the heat reach up to his neck .

Telling himself that he had absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about, unable to look at his brother in his eye as he responded quietly.

"I know you did. It's not for you dipshit." He just muttered as he pulled a couple of jars of baby food and placed them on the counter too.

Jack looked at the baby food, the Spanish takeout bag and the big box of chocolate that he was pulling out and felt his mouth drop open in shock.

Blinking at him slowly as he slowly took everything in , realising what this actually meant .

"Quinn- I know I've been teasing you about this but- I didn't realise you-" he was baffled, unused to seeing his older brother in such a flustered state about anything. Never mind a woman.

He looked at Quinn's red cheeks and averted eyes and exhaled loudly in shock.

“I didn't realise that this was real. I mean- you're serious?" He couldn't believe it.

Couldn't believe that the day had finally arrived where his brother was losing his mind over a woman , but no, not just any woman.

Lina fucking Valentina. The same woman that Quinn had been losing his mind over for a long time. He recalled all the gigs he had been dragged along to, all the gifts everyone had gotten him for Christmas as a joke with lina's face on. He thought about the cd's and vinyls , the silent admiration and adapt attention whenever her name was mentioned on tv or on the radio and let out a loud laugh .

Because really. He should have seen this coming. For a long time really .

He just hadn't thought that Quinn would ever have the guts to actually take the chance presented to him like this.

I mean. It was Quinn..

His brother just looked annoyed at him "serious about what? It's just food. We're you planning on giving her one year old baby pizza?" He shot back at him , scowling . Getting Defensive. Hating that his brother looked so shocked about it at all.

Jack just laughed even harder "is there a ring in there too?" He joked.

Dodging the flying kitchen towel that came flying at his head with ease . He smirked at him mischievously, enjoying winding him up like this. He couldn't wait till he got to tell the rest of their family and friends about this, to let them see the uncharacteristic way that he was behaving.

He was going to be in for a lifetime of teasing after this.

"Shut the fuck up!" Quinn snapped at him, irritated and hating being put on the spot like this. His feelings were his own. He didn't want to talk to his brother, or anyone else for that matter , about this. It was stupid .

Jack snorted "why did you get her chocolates as well then?" He teased him.

"They were on sale! I'm just being nice! Something that you should try being !" He lied.

They were not on sale. They were not cheap at all and he had deliberately drove across town to this fancy chocolate shop that did the best homemade chocolates that he had ever tasted in his life.

He just knew that Lina would love them.

He did. So why wouldn't she? They both had a sweet tooth, he just thought that she would appreciate them like he did. That was all.

No big deal.

"You? Nice?!" Jack was laughing hysterically now

"yeah right! You want her! Huggy bear is in loveeeee!" He sang childishly  at him, watching his brother get worked up so easily.

Only further proving his point that he totally was gone for Lina. That this really was a big deal for him.

He didn't know why Quinn even tried to deny it. As though Jack hadn't witnessed him fawning over the pop star for years leading up to this .

"I am not! I'm just nice!"

"No you aren't!"

"Yes I am! Shut up!"

Both brothers were too busy shouting at each other to hear the front door open , Lina walking into the apartment like she owned the place, only to see Quinn glaring at Jack like he wanted to strangle him right there and then.

Laughing to herself as she watched Jack wind him up over and over again, after watching Quinn raise his finger threateningly at him while promising to

Shove something up his ass, she finally decided to make her presence known to them.

"Who's not nice?" She asked them curiously, wondering what had gotten Quinn so worked up now.

He froze in his spot, his head snapping over to where she was stood smiling prettily at them , his blood pressure scaling even higher as he took in the sight of the Red Devil's jersey she was wearing over some shorts.

He felt crazy "no. Absolutely not!" He snapped just at the sight time that Jack happily told her "Quinn! He's not very nice at all!" Smirking smugly to himself one he noticed where his older brothers eyes were glaring into .

The jersey that he had deliberately left at lina's for her to wear , not telling her which brothers it was . Poor girl had no clue , Quinn's face couldn't have gotten any redder it tried to, only with fury this time.

Only his anger quickly melted away when Lina stepped in front of him and reached her free hand up to grip his jaw in her hand, titling his head to the side so she could admire him closely , with no shame at all as she hummed a little fondly .

"I think he's very nice. I've been so sick of those pretty Spanish boys back home anyways." She muttered , leaning up to kiss his cheek before moving away.

Casually turning to greet both Trevor and Luke, the younger brother just as starstruck as he hugged her, excitedly introducing himself while Trevor pulled her closer so that they could take a selfie together.

Quinn just watching on In disbelief , hand to his flaming cheek gently , heart stuttering in his chest while Jack just snickered at his flustered face from beside him.

"You bastard! I know you did this!" Quinn hissed at him, annoyed.

Lovesick and overwhelmed , not knowing what the hell he was supposed to do next. His plans to be cool and collected going right out of the window now, all he could feel was his skin tingling and buzzing from where her lips had touched it.

He inhaled shakily and tried to get a grip of himself , shaking his head in hopes of snapping out of it quicker.

Jack smirked smugly "the jersey? Yes I did. She looks good in my colours eh?" He teased him.

Quinn had enough . He scoffed, tugging at the back of the stupid jersey she was wearing to get her attention again.

"Get that shit off." He told her bluntly , not amused by his brothers antics in the slightest. The only jersey he wanted her ever wearing was his own.

Lina looked up at him in surprise , raising a amused brow as she casually passed him Juan to hold.

The baby just giggling as he cuddled his neck in excitement , Quinn's anger briefly melting away as he swayed him gently in his arms , caressing his curly hair affectionately . Heart melting.

"Why?" She wanted to know . Confused.

He huffed "it's jacks. Get it off." He grumbled , kicking her ankle Impatiently. A new tradition setting in now. For years to come.

She kicked his ankle straight back, laughing at his red face and narrowed eyes. Finding his jealously more than amusing.

"Right now? You want me to strip?" She looked pointedly at the other three guys around her and shrugged dramatically "okay then If you say so-" she made a show of pulling up the Jersey as though she was going to pull it off, showing her bare stomach underneath . Only wearing a bra underneath it.

Panicked , Quinn gasped sharply "okay no! Stop! Ah ah!" He shook his head quickly as he reached out to yank it back down. Everyone laughing at him, he ignored the guys and focused on the Lina's grinning face in front of him instead.

“Never mind!"

After messing about and chatting with the other guys, she wandered into the kitchen to find Quinn again. Smiling to herself in contentment once she spotted him sat at the breakfast table , her baby on his lap as he fed Juan a pot of baby food that he had bought for him without her even having to ask.

Her face softened , a teasing remark dying on her tongue as she looked at them. Throat closing a little as she looked the little bottles of baby food, the container of takeout and big box of chocolates on the table as well.

"You got Juan food? That's so sweet..." she muttered, swallowing as she felt her throat dry.

A sudden rush of feelings falling upon her as she took a seat beside him at the table , tapping Juan’s little nose with a small smile on her face . Overwhelmed . But so grateful.

Quinn nodded a little shyly "yeah. He needs to eat to.I. He likes the chocolate pudding one." He mumbled as he carefully spoon fed the baby it, chuckling at the mess that he was making .

Grabbing a paper towel and gently wiping his chin with it , missing the look of softness that fell over lina's usually calm and teasing  face . Unable to take her eyes off him.

She giggled a little, fiddling with the takeout container as she pulled it closer to her. Heart racing in her chest as she peeked inside to see a familiar food and beautiful smell drifting up to her , looking back at Quinn beside her in amazement .

"You got me paella? Oh my god. Quinn!" She gushed , so giddy. So happy as she inhaled the delicious smell of her favourite Spanish food , shaking her head in disbelief at how good he was to her already.

He still wouldn't look at her, couldn't . Instead he focused himself on feeding little Juan , grinning a little as the one year old try to speak .

"Qqqqq-" he babbled , blinking up at him with his big eyes. Quinn melted. "Quuuuqqq"

"Quinn." He smiled down at him fondly , stroking his soft hair . "You'll say it soon enough little man. So smart already."

Lina let out a silent breath. Her mother's words rushing back to her as she recalled her soft voice talking about her papa. "When you know. You know, you just look at them and think, yes, this is what I want, forever and always. I want this man."

She looked at Quinn holding her baby so delicately , took in his bashfulness and shy smiles. His thoughtfulness and pretty face and let out a small laugh too.

Oh god. Her mama was right.

She was never going to live this one down,

An American boy. Her father was going to have a stroke! She giggled to herself .

Not scared at all by the sudden realisation that she knew exactly how this was going to go. She decided to just let the story play out how it was supposed to instead , to let herself enjoy the small moments and secret grins.

She had seen this film before and she loved this ending. She was finally going to be the starring role in somebody else's universe.

Quinn was going to be the sun in her sky , she could feel it. All the stars finally aligning just the way they were supposed to be.

"And the chocolates?" She asked him quietly , knowingness written across her face as she pulled open the pretty box. Slowly Lifting one to her lips, eyes never leaving his flushed face.

He finally allowed himself to look up at her, his eyes dropping to the small chocolate now between her teeth, his lips parting in a breath as he watched her take a bite. Humming softly as her eyes fluttered close in happiness, smiling around the sweetness as she grabbed another one immediately after.

"You like them." He almost whispered , enjoying the quietness between them. And The teasing smile she gave him setting him right .

"-and I like them. We both like them. So why not? They were on sale." He lied again.

She just laughed quietly , picking up a chocolate and bringing it to his lips. A exact reminisce of the day before with the fresh fruit.

Quinn swallowed and admitted In a mumble like she had some kind of spell on him  "no they weren't."his lips parting as he let her feed him the soft chocolate , humming too. "They're good."

"They should be. They were expensive right?" She called his bluff. Seeing right through him. Just like her mama could with her father.

He just nodded a little in defeat "yeah. They were. You like them?" He looked hopefully at her chocolate covered lips, watched her slowly lick them clean. Shuffling in his seat as he tried not to lose his head right there and then.

She was a goddess . It was night time yet all she made him see was daylight. He felt Alive in a way that  he had never done before. It was surreal. Magical. Erotic . Loving. Strange . All rolled into one fancy chocolate .

Lina smiled "I do. I love it all. gracias." She simply said. Kissing his cheek again, just to see him smile bashfully down at the table , his cheeks a cherry red as he laughed quietly to himself , shaking his head in disbelief.

It was silent for a moment before Quinn hesitantly spoke up again.

“You said you're sick of pretty Spanish boys. That you think I'm nice." He was almost speaking to himself. In disbelief .

Lina frowned a little, nodding her head. "Yes. I think you're pretty too. If that's what you're wondering." It was almost like she couldn't read his anxious mind. She rested her chin on her hand, elbow on the table as she tilted her head at him, still smiling.

He looked shocked, and it made her sad to know that he didn't see himself the way she did. He was fucking beautiful to her. He really was. She liked all the imperfections , inside and out.

She just liked him.

It was that simple. No need to complicate things.

"Really?" He looked at her . Eyelashes fluttering as he fought to hold her gaze. Goosebumps breaking out on his skin. "No kidding?"

She shook her head. Tapping his chin with her pointer finger gently.

“ "no kidding." She repeated just as quietly . Eyes glittering around his face thoughtfully , just taking him in.

“I like really like your nose." She told him . Meaning it.

Quinn couldn't have gone any more red , blinking at her in shock. "Really?" He hated it. Couldn't imagine why she would like it, in his mind it was ugly and far too big and crooked.

Lina told him why , blunt as always, accent thick with something else as she gently caressed his nose with her fingertip confidently .

Before Smirking softly at him "big noses are great for riding . And yours is perfect for it. For you. And me." She winked at him before hearing Jack loudly call her.

She swiftly stood from her seat, kissed his cheek again before leaving him there, flustered , red and swallowing loudly in the kitchen , oblivious baby clutched to his chest , gaping at where she had just been sat , speechless.

He finally inhaled sharply , blinking rapidly as he felt Juans tiny hand pull at his hair , snapping him out of it, shaking his head to himself in disbelief.

"Your mama is going to kill me. My poor heart..." he sighed out , picking out another chocolate and eating it. Smiling all the while .

This was what dreams were made of.

By the time midnight hit, Lina was sneaking into his room to check up on him after he had disappeared a little while ago. Mumbling something about being back in a minute , but he didn't .

She didn't knock, just slid into his room and closed the door behind her.

Quinn smiling up at her lazily from where he was laid stretched out in his bed , looking like he had been waiting for her to come despite neither of them having said a thing.

Some promises were made with quick smiles in the dark.

She had waited until little Juan was asleep and cozy in the portable cot before hurrying off the see him again.

Heart calm and cozy in her chest, meanwhile Quinn's was racing as he watched Lina climb onto his bed and settle in beside him silently , both just looking at each for a long moment, smiling in the dark.

"You okay?" She whispered to him, both of them on their sides facing each other. She felt his hand slowly come up to play with the ends of her hair, a soft sigh leaving him . As though he was already asleep and dreaming something seeet and easy.

"Yeah. Just tired." He murmured , yawning .

Fingertips lightly tracking over her shoulder and down her arm, blinking slowly as he pulled the blanket over their laps , making sure that her bare legs were covered . No wanting her to get chilly, but Lina was burning .

For him.

"Me too." She whispered with a lazy smile, head on his pillow that they both now shared. She lifted her hand to run her fingers through his hair , feeling him let out a shaky exhale , subtly shuffling closer to her till they were as close as could possibly be.

"Want to-" he hesitated for a moment before mumbling quietly "do you want to stay?" He asked her , hope filling his chest as he quickly added to avoid confusion "with me. In here."

She just laughed quietly , soothing her thumb over his burning ear . Finding him so endearing that it hurt.

"In your bed? With you?" She giggled "how scandalous." She couldn't help but tease him. Loving how his tiredness brought out some confidence that he struggled to find around her so far.

He groaned a little and tired to bury his burning face into the pillow, Lina giggling as she followed him down. Pressing her own cheek against his as she hugged his face to her , grinning against his heated skin. Quinn smiling against the pillow as he raised his hand to press it against the side of her face, keeping her face pressed to the side of his own

Firmly.

Giddy with the feeling of falling love with someone you only just met.

Giddy with the feeling of knowing that this this was it. The moment that their mamas had always told them stories about.

"You know I do Quinn." She told him sincerely "I'm gonna stay with you from now on. For a while I think. Because I like your stupid face." She said as she pulled their cheeks away from each other so he could pull his face out from the pillow, done with hiding now that he had some reassurance again.

He looked up at her , biting down on his lip with a shy grin. "Yeah?" His eyes flickered down to the jersey she was still wearing "not in that stupid jersey you're not." He muttered, hand sliding down to settle on her thigh instead. Rubbing soft circles in her even softer skin.

She grinned wickedly down at him, feeling his fingertips wandering up to fiddle with the end of the jersey .

"You want me to take it off?" She teased down to him , biting back a giggle when he averted his eyes to the ceiling for a moment . Taking a deep breath to gather himself and his courage before facing her again, bravely nodding his head yes.

"I want to take it off you." He couldn't help but add a small "please" at the end.so sweet that she couldn't help but smile at him.

This was it. This was what her mama had joyfully  warned her about while Lina just rolled her eyes and listened in disbelief . Not believing that she would ever find a love like that. Being told about Guys like him with their crooked smiles and heated cheeks , good intentions and pure hearts.

She hasn't known that they existed . Until she met Quinn . Now her heart was in her mouth and she was nodding her her head in consent as Quinn's shaky hand pulled up the wrong jersey over her head, his mouth falling open in a hitched breath once it was finally gone .

His eyes tracing over her Tanned stomach , toned from all the belly dancing on stage. Then down to her wider hips , following up to the dip in her waist before settling on her breasts encased in a pale pink, lace bralet.

He swallowed thickly , hands gripping her hips as she swiftly climbed on top of him, straddling his lap as he laid out beneath her , sweaty , flushed and with his heart in his mouth . Body Trembling and she hasn't even touched him properly yet.

"You're so beautiful Lina." He whispered to her . Just like he had always dreamed of telling her.

He finally got to now as his hands softly followed a path up her stomach , caressing the warm skin of her body as she leaned down, settling her own hands on his broad shoulders .

Biting her lip as she let him lean close to kiss her bare shoulder , open mouthed kisses being spread down to her chest, then over her neck . Anywhere that his lips could reach without moving too far from her . His arm around her waist as he hugged her too him, needing her close, having dreamt of this moment for what felt like his whole life.

Unable to believe that this was actually happening, that this wasn’t one of the many dreams he had about her over the years.

She sighed blissfully , gripping his chin to pull his lips away. Looking into his glossy eyes and flushed cheeks , his lips parted And pink from kissing her heated skin. She softened completely .

"Are you gonna buy me flowers just because?" She asked him softly , curious and playful as she pulled off his shirt so she could return his kisses down his body too.

Quinn's breath hitched as he tilted his chin down, utterly breathless as he watched her kiss down his chest , sucking softly at his freckled skin , his hips jumping as he felt her hand slide down to his pelvis , playing with the band of his pants teasingly .

"Yes. Sí! Sí!" He Moaned out breathlessly , hands desperately gripping at her back, then at her hips as she kissed up his neck. Tongue marking over his racing pulse below his ear , he trembled.

"I'll buy you flowers every Friday to mark the day we met." He breathed out. Already planning on which florists he would be running to, which flowers he would pick. Something beautiful. Like Lina.

She smiled softly against his jaw as she teased him some more, nudging her nose gently against his as she felt him try to lean forward to close the gap.

She just pulled away with a breathy laugh , brushing their lips together her softly, slowly as she spoke against the corner of his mouth , her words kissing him . Teasing him. Testing his control.

He whined.

"Will you dance with me in the kitchen? To silly songs?" She whispered quietly into the dark .

He groaned lowly , just wanting to kiss her. Just wanting her completely .

"I'll dance with you in every room. To every fucking song , to all of them..please.." he pleaded . Desperately. Kissing her chin over and over again.

She gripped the back of his neck and held him firmly , pressing their chests together as she let him unclip her bra . The flimsily material falling somewhere on the bed as he Palmed at her breasts messily , lips sucking at her jaw, down her neck , hips bucking up to meet her own. Begging her for more,

"Please Lina.. por favor." He pleaded breathlessly , rocking up into her, sweaty and so in love he could cry.

He sucked lovemarks over her heart , panting against her skin as she held his head close to her chest , head thrown back in pleasure as he got messier , spit leaning a trail against her skin as he gripped her in any place that he could . Fingers bruising and desperate.

"You'll come home? With me? To Spain?"

"I'd follow you anywhere." He promised , eyes wide and showing nothing but sheer desperation and the truth.

“I’ll take you joke to meet my family , I still have your poster on my wall though. Maybe you'll believe me then... I need you.." he told her shamelessly , meaning it with every fibre in him.

She laughed breathlessly "yeah? Should I put a poster of you above my bed too now  chico tonto?" (Silly boy) She teased him with a smirk.

He laughed too , breathless and smile too big for his face as he pulled her face up to his own, their teeth knocking together as he kissed her, hard and messy. Needy and wanting. He kissed her firm and true, just like he had always dreamed of doing .

"We can try right?" He murmured hopefully against her lips , trembling as she bit down on his bottom lip, soothing the sting of it with her tongue .

He sighed shakily, body trembling with anticipation and pleasure. "please? I want you so bad ."

"You want to fuck me?" She giggled mischievously as she leaned back to pull down her shorts and then his own. Eyes never leaving his flushed and sweaty face as he watched her like she was god above him.

He swallowed audibly "yeah." His voice cracked as he admitted lowly "I want to fuck you and you to fuck me , and I want to love you. I just want you. In every way."

Lina paused for a minute as she hovered above him for a moment , both breathless and needy. Quinn whining beneath her as she rocked her hips slowly , humming softly as their eyes fluttered closed in bliss.

"You're gonna love me forever if I let you Quinn ?" She wanted to know . Needed to. This was the real thing for her. It had to be. She had dreamt of moments like this, or all the pieces falling into place.

Hand caressing him firmly as he squirmed restlessly Beneath her , looking like he was going to laugh and cry at the same time. Eyes dazed and teary as he looked up at her , grinning wildly .

He nodded frantically "I am. You're all I've ever wanted Lina." and he meant it and she knew he did.

She sunk down on him , both moaning lowly as he pulled her down onto his body, cradling her close as he buried his face in her neck, breathless pants filling the air as she showed him why she was the one of the most wanted woman in the world.

But that didn't matter anymore because all she wanted was him.

She kissed him, laughing softly against his trembling lips as she whispered softly "I'm going to love you too. Maybe a little too much."

Quinn just moaned louder , mouthing at her sweaty skin with his bruised lips as he gripped at her hips tightly , realising why they didn't lie now. It all made sense as she snapped her hips down and around and around , bouncing and leaning , fingernails digging into his shoulders as she made him see heaven.

Eyes rolling to the back of his head as she fucked him, his lips unable to leave her skin as he wiped away the sweat dripping between her breasts with his tongue , in another world completely,

His heart sang in her voice  as she danced above him, belly moving as she moaned his name quietly , leaning her hands back on his thighs as she felt him hit deeper inside , feeling his body moving.

She made a man want to speak Spanish .

She rolled her hips again, like she did on stage , making him cry out as she clenched around him, his hips snapping up to meet her own as tears filled his eyes , pleasure whitening out his vision as his body shook below her.

"I got you. I got you bebé" she sighed , breathy and high pitched as they came together . Like it was supposed to be.

Holding his head close to her chest as he mumbled her name over and over again like a pray , grunting and shaking before finally collapsing against her body tiredly , pulling her down with him in a heap of sweaty limbs and kiss sealed promises.

It took them a while to calm down, Quinn's face in her neck as they tiredly cuddled into each other , soft kisses in the dark .

He smiled against her skin in joy, overwhelmed with love.

"You meant it? No kidding?" He whispered to her , holding her close and never wanting to let go again.

He was going to get her roses tomorrow, the biggest bouquet he could find.

This was it for him. He knew it was. This was the start of forever . Whenever , wherever , they were meant to be together. She was right. He wanted to hear her sing it again and again and again.

Only he had his own private show now. No more nosebleed tickets and tuning into the radio just to hear her voice .

He has the real thing right here, in his arms , smiling down at him like he was something worth keeping around .

"No kidding." She smiled , yawning as she combed her fingers through his sweaty hair . Holding him close as they both relaxed properly for the first time in a long time. Because they finally had someone to lean on.

"I meant. I'm keeping you forever now. Better get used to the heat because Madrid is even hotter, American boy." She teased.

Already planning on calling her mother in the morning to tell her the news that she was right all along .

She had found her star in a clouded sky of grey, she had found her daylight.

#Quinn Hughes imagine #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #Quinn hughes oneshot #nhl fic #ice hockey imagine #nhl oneshot

[mariatesstruther]

I honestly don't get why Maria was so anti-Joel oh he's a horrible person he's done horrible things he can't be around us, but accepted Tommy fully to the point he's the father of her child when both did the same things, ran with the same people and all of that.

I mean I love the character, but that confuses the hell out of me. Why's Tommy accepted but Joel damned?

okay, so… this response took me like half hour to write. my wrists hurt, my jaw is clenched, my brain is hot. i love u anon thank u very much for this chance to vent about just why my girl maria has been so misunderstood. let’s go

i personally think this is where many people fundamentally misunderstand maria’s perception of joel. she’s not cautious of him primarily because of tommy or anything tommy has said, in my personal opinion—she’s cautious of him for and because of ellie

ive said this on my blog a few times and i think so have @steeb-stn and @clickergossip (and maybe @liveandletcry23 and @bumblepony i have a shit memory so tagging just in case) so im gonna tag them to credit their words and ideas about maria as well, but the FIRST time maria sees joel, he’s with this rando twelve year old girl who he is seemingly so protective over that she cant even be sniffed by dogs who are just trying to detect infection, which would be good for ANYBODY. that’s his first strike for untrustworthyness, because why the fuck wouldn’t he let this girl be tested???—we know why, of course, but maria doesnt. shes working on the very limited info about joel/ellie’s relationship that she has from just her own observations, and i think we need to remember that as we go through analyzing why she moves how she moves

shes knows from tommy at this point is that joel had a daughter, but it is definitely not this little girl. so why the fuck are they so close. what have they gone through. are they okay. is ellie okay. is their relationship safe for her??? THAT’s what she’s thinking about, in my opinion, while shes staring joel down at that dinner table. she’s reasonbly suspicious, and i can’t blame her for it.

i had to cut this it’s literally maybe my longest post ever so. heres the cut

ALSO, it’s not like she’s a straight up bitch to joel like some of y’all seem to make it out to be??? she never says or implies that “they can’t be around��� or anything like that. she offers them clothes and food and supplies. she sets them up in a house. before dinner, she gives them a personal tour (which, to be fair, she did because she was probably trying to keep an eye on them and figure out more about whether or not ellie is safe, but who wouldnt???? i know tess would! and yall would love her for it!). tommy literally says to joel before they leave that there will always be a place for him and ellie in jackson—you cannot tell me you believe he said so without already have maria’s green light for joel and ellie to stay

ALSO, i wanna consider some other things that i haven’t seen many ppl talk about. on that walk she takes with tommy and joel and ellie, she makes it sound like tommy has been with them for at least years AND she maintains the confidence to say that residents in jackson stay off the radio—i could totally be wrong, but it seems to me from the look tommy and joel share right after that it’s obvious tommy has been talking to joel BEHIND MARIA’S BACK???? did no one else catch that??? am i misinterpreting big time??? id assume because theyre married and from the way tommy talks about jackson that he’s been in jackson for at least 3 years maybe, and we know that he only stopped radioing joel a couple months before the show’s main plotline starts, so timeline wise there had to be some overlap of tommy still radioing joel from/around jackson. idk if anyone of my mutuals has thoughts on this but i personally think it’s important to point out, because it establishes that maria likely doesn’t know or think tommy and joel kept in contact, at least not as recently as up to some months ago. she knows that tommy and joel are close, but at the same time, she doesn’t think tommy really knows or talks to joel anymore, either. so how is she supposed to extend him any trust as tommy’s brother????? how and why would she give this man any benefit of the doubt???? it wouldn’t make any sense. she’s more practical and discerning than she is naive and kind, and y’all can think what y’al want about that but i love her for it. it’s very necessary for a woman like her to be the way she is

okay, so back to your question. back to why joel is “damned” and tommy is “accepted.” let’s talk about joel for a sec

y’all like to babygirl and idolize the absolute fuck out of this man

we know that not only was he a smuggler, but he killed and tricked and took advantage of people, shamelessly and brutally. we know that tommy did so too. maria knows that tommy has done the same things. maria also knows that tommy left that life because he couldnt do it anymore, and joel continued because he could

point blank period!!!!! yall can argue with me all u want but tommy left that murder life and joel did not. im not saying this makes either brother good or bad or better than the other, i love joel sm and i think both of them have an undisputed capability to do unspeakable things in order to survive. but tommy got to a point where he hit a limit, whereas joel doesn’t seem to have one. this is at least my personal interpretation of their conversations in the game and the show

tommy DID join the fireflies, which we all know now is not any fucking better than whatever the fuck joel was doing—the difference is the reasoning, though, and considering tlou is all about reasoning and the why, we need to consider the reasoning behind tommy’s decision: he wanted to do something better, something good, something he thought had a purpose. we all know now that the fireflies are bullshit, their purpose is bullshit, and they’re willingness to kill a child for the sake of the “cure” is it’s own entire paradox of bullshit. but they were a rebel organization fighting fedra, who fucking suck, and probably had somewhat of a better reputation back when tommy was interested in joining—or maybe they didn’t, to be fair, i don’t know! the point is, tommy went to them seeking some sort of better purpose, some type of redeption; in joel’s own fucking words, “tommy’s what we used to call a joiner. had dreams of becoming a hero... wants to save the world.”

tommy is idealistic. he’s romantic. he’s optimistic, almost to the point of being fucking naive. thats why he enlisted in the army, thats why he enlisted in the fireflies—he wanted to feel good about himself and the world he was living in. he needed it to have some light at the end of the tunnel for all the bullshit to make sense. and yeah, he was wrong both times in joining up. we know that, joel knew that while it was happening, and tommy knows that in retrospect, too. i think jackson is the first place he really found true, real purpose—not the kind that is propagandized to you and goes up in smoke, but the kind that is well and truly earned. that’s why he is so loyal to jackson and to maria—they finally gave him was he desperately spent his life searching for

and im just saying, from maria’s perspective, she’s someone who lives for purpose. she lives for jackson and for it’s people and for it’s future, and she has to maintain some sense of idealism in the face of all that fucking ugliness to be able to mentally live im and run a place like jackson, to believe that it’ll work. i think that idealism she has, she sees reflected in tommy’s desperation to be a better person who’s fighting for a better life. she sees that need for redemption and goodness in him, that need for things to be fucking worth it, and hears she hears it in his story. she gets to relate to him with this in a way she doesnt GET TO RELATE with joel YET (we STILL HAVE TIME PEOPLE. WE HOLDIN OUT STRONG FOR THE JOEL AND MARIA BEST FRIEND AGENDA)

but to continue, THEN maria spends YEARS with tommy, getting to know him, getting to know his guilt. just like tess with joel, she’s sees the worst and the best of him and gets to fall in love with all of it. so of course there’s gonna be a bit of a bias and a blindspot, towards him—just like any of are other characters have weak spots for the people THEY fucking love

so that’s i guess why i think tommy is “accepted” by her, i guess, and there’s honestly way more them and their romance that i could make a whole separate post about but i’ll leave it there for now. back to joel and why he’s “damned,” which i don’t think he is

again, from what maria knows, he made an active CHOICE to stay in the lifestyle of smuggling and murdering and QZ bullshit, even after tommy chose to leave—and idk what y’all imagine joel and tess to be doing in those many years on their own, but it’s not fuckin picking flowers, for me. they’re dangerous, dangerous people—more dangerous that fedra, and more dangerous than the fireflies, if we’re being fucking real about it. and we LOVE tess and joel for this, or at least i do

but jackson is not a place where people get by with smuggling or backstreet deals or threats. it’s not supposed to be that place. we all LOVE jackson in fics and hcs and aus because it’s literally a place where joel and ellie finally get to breathe and not worry about their safety/survival first. and you know who keeps jackson that way????? MARIA. AND HE BEING FUCKING PICKING ABOUT WHO JACKSON LETS THE FUCK INSIDE

so yall just expect her to by YIPPY SKIPPY when joel, THE JOEL THE SUPER SMUGGLER MURDER COWBOY, strolls into town????? WITHOUT TESS, WHO WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THE MORE PERSONABLE AND REASONABLE ONE???? what????? she’d be crazy not to at least try to be a little intimidating, to make it clear to joel that he will not get away with any of that qz bullshit here. she’d be naive not to, and maria is anything but naive

and i know most people don’t like her for that “a bad reputation doesn’t mean you’re bad” “not always, at least” line, but i actually think it really fits so well in establishing that she’s not afraid of joel, not afraid of challenging him or making him own up to things he’s done. it’s just so so cool to me, i just can’t hate her for that????? she’s establishing with him that she knows what tommy knows about his time in the QZ, and she’s letting him know if that joel shows up here in jackson, there will be fucking problems for him. which i think is a completely fair warning????

so let’s continue. let’s talk about The Scene, the one with her and ellie, the one with the “tommy was following joel” line. ONE thing i’d like to point out about this scene—MARIA IS THE ONE TO TELL ELLIE ABOUT SARAH, NOT JOEL. AND THAT IS A BIG BIG BIG REASON FOR WHY SHE WARNS ELLIE NOT TO TRUST JOEL COMPLETELY

we know what joel and ellie have gone through, at this point, but maria has barely any idea. she sees that ellie has this fierce protectiveness and lots of secrets when it comes to her and joel, which like—can we all be fucking objective here for a second. this can SO easily and SO reasonably be interpreted as something sketchy going on between joel and ellie that maria should be concerned about.

(slight tw about older men-younger woman relationships bc im gonna be personal for a sec, its quick) we don’t know maria’s past or what she has seen or been through, but personally as someone who has been in a situation where an older man has taken advantage of my naivety in the past, i am now extremely hyper vigilant when it comes to young girls around older men in my personal life today. ellie and joel’s situation and how it looks would raise MJAOR red flags for me personally, if i was in maria’s position. that’s just a personal perspective have that really affects the way i view this scene (end tw)

and so maria finds out that joel has kept the fact that HE HAD A WHOLE ASS DAUGHTER from ellie?????? WOULD THAT NOT BE SUS AT ALL TO YALL???? i mean we know why joel doesn’t tell ellie, as gameplayers and watchers of the show, but again. maria is operating on the info she has right in front of her, which is that joel has been omitting maybe the biggest fact of his life from this young girl who is willing to defend and trust him with her entire life, even after she finds out she’s being lied to. this is alarming

so at this point, she’s questioning joel’s intentions with ellie, and in my opinion, it’s not at all unreasonable for her to do so. she then continues to press, because the red flags are flying and she wants ellie to be crystal clear on the kind of man she’s traveling with (“there are CLEARLY things you don’t know about joel” — “so then you understand my concerns”)

AND THEN ELLIE. BLESSED SMART AMAZING ELLIE COMES IN WITH THE DEFENSE—“and tommy did it too, are you worried about him?”—which like, i love this line. i love this moment. i think because i go so hard for maria a lot of y’all think i’m blind to when ellie is making points, but i 100% cheered her on when i first watched this scene, like i’m sure y’all did—because it’s true! it’s fair! if maria is going to judge joel for those things, she needs to extend the same judgement to tommy

the thing is, it’s still fucking true that, as i said earlier, tommy left that life. both the smuggling, and the fireflies—he chose to stop, while joel didn’t—he was smuggling literally up until the day him and tess found ellie, so. there’s that. she continues to judge joel and not tommy because she knows for sure that tommy has changed. she doesn’t know joel enough yet to see that he has changed, too

so then, the dreaded line: “tommy was following joel.” let’s talk about it.

i don’t love this line either, tbh! i think it’s a weak defense on maria’s part, and a weak line on the tlou hbo writers part—probably my least favorite line of maria’s overall. but i do get why she says it, and i kind of think i get the purpose??? i think????

it reminds me a lot of joel’s line, earlier, about tommy being a “joiner,” and i think it’s funny that, as opposite as joel and maria like to think they both are to each other, the way they describe tommy is pretty much the same. tommy is a “joiner” to joel and a “follower” to maria, and in all respects they both love and hate him for it. idk where i’m going with that exactly, just something interesting to think about in terms of the joel and maria best friend agenda

but i also think this line get’s taken out of context a lot, because the full line is “tommy was following joel, the way you are now.” maria says this line to lead into her main point, the really fucking important line in this scene: “be careful who you put your faith in. the only ones who can betray us, are the one’s we trust.”

WHICH IS TRUE. IT IS THE POINT. AND WHEN JOEL LIES TO ELLIE, HIDES SOMETHING FROM HER YET AGAIN at the end of the season/game, IT BECOMES A THEMATIC CLIMAX POINT THAT CONNECTS BOTH OF THE GAMES

maria is not saying this to “damn” joel—and i personally don’t think she is “damning” joel in the way you imply here, as there’s definitely potential for them to develop a relationship in s2 once she has more information about the truth of how he thinks of ellie. i think she’s warning ellie not to trust joel, because she doesn’t trust joel, at the end of the fucking day—and that’s about it. she trusts tommy in a way that she can’t quite trust joel yet, and why would she, at this point? it would make no sense for her to

so y’all can blame her and hate her for her distrust all you guys want (btw not necessarily talking to you, anon, ive just gotten some very nasty asks about maria from others so im talking to them rn!!!!!!!), but i’m sorry—you can’t tell me that it doesn’t at least make sense. she’s MARIA. she’s MADE OF SENSE

#WHEW #DO MY THUMBS HURT #i cant even be bothered to tag this fr #maria miller #asked and answered #joel and maria best friend agenda #tommy miller #joel miller #tess servopoulos

[slashingdisneypasta]

Okay I'm gonna rant about my mum now, cuz I need to. Don't read under the cut if you don't wanna be dumped on!

This woman-- oh my God. Can I just list some of the things that have hurt me or frustrated me?? Okay. Yeah. Let's do that.

Never comforting me (or my brother) when we were little and scared. We were scared of dogs, which was 'inconvenient' to her since it meant we couldn't go to parks. I would literally bite my nail and skin down until I bled when we did and she'd just get annoyed with me like I ruined the day. (Dad did the same thing but has since sincerely apologised. I'm very inclined to think that it was her influence entirely- she has never apologised and when i brought it up one time she laughed it off like i'm being silly)

Constantly makes me feel dependent. And that is the worst thing to be in her mind-- but she won't change her opinion of me that I am?? Like??? The most recent example of this is that I decided I wanted to go back to school (**I** decided)... and then she made the whole thing about her 'pushing' me to do it. Like it was so hard to get me on track. How the fuck did she get to that? This was my decision!! I brought it up first!!

Also on that 'dependent' thing- I am independent to a f a u l t now because of her. For example, I don't care if it's hailing outside with gail force winds, something in me feels disgusted with myself if I accept a ride home.

Oh, more on that dependent thing! I remember going to an evening job interview one time and it was dark when I got out. I thought I could get home on my own so I started walking... turns out it was the wrong direction and I ended up in a very bad area, at night, crying uncontrollably outside a 7-11. She still wouldn't come get me (she was at her boyfriends place) and sent me an uber. There was a random goddam lady getting petrol who was kinder to me, asking if I was okay and offering me a ride home.

A very similar thing happened when I was even younger, 14-16. I got myself stranded in a bushy area and had to walk my ass home- in 35 degree heat, without shoes (cuz mine were so worn out the soles killed), with no water, back to the motherfucking suburbs.

OH! Another thing about her. After she and my dad split up, you know what I noticed??? My brother, sister and I got along so much better when we were with our dad and so much *worse* with mum. You know why?? Cuz she nutures catty behaviour, which is probably why she can't get along with her sister's or her mum. She's always talking to us about eachother behind our backs (I know she talks to me and my sister about my brother, and I know she talks to me about my sister, so I assume she's doing the same with our brother), she gibes us ugly little Looks when one of the others does something she doesn't like and that we 'talked about', and she gives away secrets we told her in confidence??? Like recently my brother was really sad so I asked HIM (I asked *him*) what was up and he said it was nothing- so clearly he didn't wanna talk about it. That's fine. And mum piped up saying pointedly to me that he doesn't have to talk if he doesn't want to (True, mum, thanks. I know that)... before telling me his girlfriend broke up with him as soon as he left the room. She did the same thing the last time he had a break up. And then she's also telling me shit about my sister I k n o w she wouldn't want me to know. This is why I don't tell her anything anymore.

And, of course, the pitting us against eachother. Just today she and I had a little argument (argument on her side. I was actually trying my fucking hardest to keep my voice soft and figure out the problem), and my sister comes up to her to give her money for her belly button piercing today. Mum snaps at her, like 'Why do I have to carry that??'. My sister gets defensive, because she's a teenage girl and I mean??? Wouldn't you??? Then my mum 'apologised' by saying '*sigh* sorry, your sister was just snapping at me for no reason'.

And ohhhhh. The guilt tripping. Especially about not getting to move in with her 'love' (This dude, Mark, who works with her. Everyone including my dad and her mother, my grandma, are pretty damn sure she was cheating on my dad with him). She always tells me 'it's because of you that I can't live with him.'.

And the whole thing with Mark is wierd on general??! She got with this man while he was in the middle of a very terrible divorce with his ex wife, who was saying he abused her and their 2 kids. FIRST of fucking all, I understand innocent until proven guilty... but she seemed immediately sure that the e x w i f e was a liar and was manipulating their daughter (who, by the way, has some very deep issues) into saying he did stuff to her? I don't understand why the hell you would jump to that conclusion.

P l u s- she's always taking my sister (the youngest of us. It goes Me (22), then my Brother (20 in June), then Her (16)) on trips with Mark without even telling my Dad?? Surely Dad should have been notified and given Vito power in a situation like this!??

(Luckily I think Mark is actually indeed pretty harmless. But still, none of this is really okay even so)

Small thing, but she has never ever asked me about my writing. She doesn't give a fuck, though she knows it's my Biggest Thing.

Oh, another small thing that gets under my nails. Her thinking I'm so fucking Silly for liking things. And not the good kinda silly- like I'm so dumb and ridiculous for my interests. Like, I'm sorry?? I'm sorry you have no hobbies, you horrible little woman?? I don't need to be patronised cuz I find a little joy in something.

Ughhhhhh she always disapproved of my sister, brother or I ever thinking about us being 'american' at all. Which is??? So ridiculous?? We're not, but our Dad is, and maybe he wanted to share some of his culture, his home, with us??? He moved all the way to the other side of the globe to be with her and this is how she repays it??? We also don't really know our family on that side, we never got phone calls or anything. And I feel like my mum should have encouraged that. So should my Dad have, yes definitely (he's not perfect), but I have a feeling she never supported it. She doesn't even support us seeing her family.

Ohhhh my God. The cleaning. She goes into these hours long Outbursts where she has to clean e v e r y t h i n g in the house, and she's mad at us for letting it get untidy, and if she sees you you're in danger because she's gonna snap at you and make you feel terrible. I now go into the same state every now and then- though I just put my earplugs in and don't speak to anyone.

Ah. And the fat shaming. That's always fun 🙄😒 My sister is so skinny without trying, which is not her fault and good for her- but I have my grandma's hips and larger breasts (I know it's immature to go ha ha mum you're flat chested and I have tits but lool honestly it's cathartic), and that comes with a little belly and wider thighs. That doesn't mean I'm fat. I'm goddamn beautiful, shut up. And I'm tired of feeling terrible about how I look because of her.

... There's more, but I'm losing steam and just getting sad. So I think my job is done for now, thank you for listening.

[mari-lair]

Could you do an analysis on what Hanako’s life was like when he was human? And his relationship with the “fake” Tsukasa

As in the time gap between Tsukasa jumping in the hole and until he killed Tsukasa because in the 4pm book stacks, when spider face was cleaning up his wounds I see handprints on his wrists which kind of imply Tsukasa (or someone else) did…things

Also do you feel that the manga implies that sort of thing between Amane and Tsukasa too?

I am not very interested in Hanako’s relationship with Tsukasa, so I can't do a 'proper' analysis. But I’ll share some thoughts.

I personally don’t believe there is a ‘fake’ Tsukasa, he has always been weird, he never told anyone that the ‘god’ under the house copied his speech and he didn't show any hesitation or remorse about sacrificing animals to get his wishes.

Which was all to grant Amane's wishes, a brother he decided he would die for since four. He has been obsessed with Amane since way before learning Amane would kill him.

The only thing the “God” inside Tsukasa seems to have truly done is stunt his growth (he still acts like a child) and give him knowledge a normal human shouldn’t know.

Still, the horror child framing of this change is in the mom's point of view: Amane seems happy.

And Amane’s joy remains for years.

When Nene travels to the past and meets Amane, who appears to be at the very least eight years old, it is heavily implied he didn’t come with his parents, just Tsukasa.

At this point in the story, I don’t think he was being abused, physically or emotionally: He is eager to trust and help Nene, who is a stranger, and he displays a lot of confidence, honesty, and joy. Not being scared even when Nene try to steal his wishing paper.

He doesn’t seem particularly troubled with his family either. He ever implies a member of his family is crazy, or shows intentions of wanting to use his slip to ‘heal’ them, as a kid as sweet as him would likely be inclined to do. He seems a bit lonely cause his bro was focusing on something else that he can't interrupt instead of keeping him company, but that's about it.

And in Shijima's world they are buddies, which would be... weird... if Tsukasa had hurt him.

But I’ll be honest, considering how old this plot point is, Amane’s injuries are extremely vague. It could be anyone.

Maybe something happened, and Tsukasa got violent, and clingy to the point of being hurtful, maybe his parents snapped and Amane couldn't blame family, maybe is a third party, maybe is a curse, I don’t know, I don't plan to re-read the entire manga to get a better feel on it, but since you asked for my opinion, I personally think this turn for the worst in his life is partially the red house fault, and partially Amane’s own actions.

Let’s rewind a bit.

Tsuchigamori, or spider face, said the only person to alter their own fate was Amane. Not Tsukasa, who was influenced by future Kou, or Nene, who is always seeing the past: Just Amane.

Changing the future is such a big deal it became Tsuchi’s yorishiro, the spider can’t get over it. So I would say it is important to consider Amane's ‘normal’ future.

What changed Amane’s wish? What made him give up?

It wasn’t Tsukasa’s disappearance or reappearance. It was his meeting with Nene.

These slips are a big deal.

We are told they are rumored to make your wish come true in a land of supernaturals where every rumor so far was true. And that it is so hard to get all the five colors, that Yako was never able to, and she is an old spirit.

And the wording Amane used is... Concerning.

As the astronomy teacher he was fated to be, Amane would have never met Nene again, and even in the case he was still teaching by the time she was a student, she would have not been an ‘onee-san’ anymore: He needed to die before 14 for her to stay an onee-san when they met again all those decades later.

I do think the red house and Tsukasa and so on plays a big part in Amane’s fucked up life, but it is strange he only got injured and “gave up going anywhere” after meeting Nene and putting his wish on the Tanabata tree.

We have no info on this part of his life though so it’s anyone’s guess.

#tbhk #no idea why you reached out to me for this anon #but here you go hope you find at least something cool #i won't even tag this an analysis

[strawberryfaced]

What are your fave scenes in s3? ☺️

im so glad u asked anon .. ive been waiting to find an excuse to talk abt this. ….

ep2: ok so in ep2 i’m sooooo obsessed with the tiny scene where simon puts his head on wille’s shoulder like a little dog or something. there’s just something sooo innocent and wholesome about it. but then there’s also wille and august’s fight and oh my god. the way wille almost killed him just because he said a few words to his bf… like calm down but also i support u. then again I actually have found myself kinda rooting for august this season so… kinda yikes too. and oh my god wait wait i have to talk about simon’s new song. FIRST OF FUCKING ALL THE REFERENCE TO REVOLUTION BY ELIAS (which im coincidentally listening to right now)??? AND THEN ALSO HIS LITTLE CHUCKLE WHEN HE GETS THR POSITIVE COMMENTS (which are absolutely deserved. it needs to be on Spotify right now) THAT SCENE. I LOVE SIMON. BUT THEN AGAIN NOT EVEN THR BEST PART BECAUSE I INOW IT WS SAD BUT WHEN WILLE CALLED SIMON TELLING HIM HE NEEDED TO DELETE THR VIDEO HIS LITTLE OKAY… !!//&&

ep3: for ep3 firstly the pre-camp scene when wille picks up simon. the “big boy”. IM CRYING. and the hammock scene …….. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. but oh my god do not even get me fuckinf started on the rave scene. that one frame of wilmon. roshella and frederika’s jealousy (ok personally i am not a stella nor frederika fan. the way they treat Felice is an absolute no but still that scene killed me). BUT ALSO WILMON’s TENT FIGHT??? I MEAN LIKE. THE SHUSHING. WILLE REFERENCINF SIMON SELLIG TO AUGUST. ABSOLUTELY. FOUL. ok but the one that really did it for me was simon and linda comfort scene. i cried during that scene. i love love love linda and simon so much no one will get it.

ep4: wilmon flirting during the inspection. no further notes . anyways sara and her dad bonding driving singing scene. I didn’t include most of sara’s scenes in my favourite scenes but oh my god can I just say sara, august, and micke this season I loved their stories sos so much. and the singing while driving scene. it hurt me. because as much as I hate to admit it micke reminds me of my own dad (and wille. wille this season. when I watched some of his scenes I got fully afraid). so yeah that’s really important to me!! ok anyway there is also the baking scene. no further notes on this one too. OK BUT THE HALLWAY MAKEOUT I SCREAMED. WHAT. I really really really need edvin and omar’s commentary on this one.

ep4: not many fave scenes in this one but my favourite scene in this ep was probably the one after simon’s home was broke into and wille runs to him and embraces him in a hug. no kissing, no sneaky flirting (as much as I love those things) just pure warmth and love and care. I loved it.

ep5: actually ep5 Broke me but since young royals is just so amazing I still managed to have favourite scenes in this one. first is the music room fight. yes yes I know it was terrible but it was terrible and I loved it. I just really loved the intensity here and it was such a huge contrast from the previous seasons too because tbh s1 and s2 to me were mostly like wille being obsessed with simon and simon being an amazing confident assertive boyfriend. but this season…. this scene… it changed. wille’s angry so much and it’s like simon is just trying his best. he’s sacrificed some of his own feelings to care for wille’s (not saying he didn’t do that previous seasons) it was biggggg. ALSO THE MORNING HAPPY BIRTHDAY. I LOVE YOU WILMON. oh OH OH AND THEN AUGUST GIVING SAFA THE LETTER. like I said previously i actually am kind of rooting for august this season and sara I love her screen time so much she’s such an interesting character. so the combo of this … it was crazy. and I honestly really enjoyed the way sara just hugged august it made me smile very hard but ngl the kiss was abit too much for me. i think that was like…not good of them to do. last but not least wilmon birthday fight. can i just say. the whole cast in that scene were amazing. you know the famous fallen angel painting. that was how amazing edvin’s acting was. it was so so intense. and simon/omar .. i respect them so much in that scene. anyways we’re not gonna talk abt the bed scene because that doesn’t exist in my little head anymore :)

okay that was it i believe. both waiting for and watching the last episode will probably include a lot of crying. but u know it is what it is!! we rock this shit right!! i love young royals with my whole heart and to the anon that sent me this ask im so so sorry for dumping all this on u but thank u for letting me talk :3 n to anyone else who saw this if u read even one paragraph of this i love you

#young royals

[pacifymebby]

Hi, I haven’t messaged you or anything in so long !! I was like 16 the last time i even posted on tumblr, i’m literally 20 in two days !!

I haven’t checked up with you since The Ride but you used to be my favorite blog and my favorite fanfic writer. You fully shaped my late teens and ur old fics got me through everything from GCSES to Covid.

And then i stopped using Tumblr cos Catfish just vanished like but i’m so happy to see you’re still writing like and you’ve found new things to write about. I went to Uni n stuff and my whole life changed and i completely forgot about ur fics. They used to be a form of escapism, and helped my romanticise my life. They genuinely helped me feel lighter when life was just heavy like. and now i don’t need them anymore and all that seems so sad and distant, my life is so so great now and i got through the not so great bits with your writing.

I just thought it was worth letting you know that you shaped a girls teen years. I completely accredit you to all the fun I had romanticising my life because of ur fics, and you literally have no idea. like some random girl in Manchester accredits some writer girl in wherever to shaping her entire late teens into some indie cringe fest nightmare that she secretly loved (don’t tell)

like i would never fess up to it anywhere except anonymous on tumblr but you were one of my only friends at times and i would read ur fics and sit alone in my room and listen to the strokes (who id never heard of until you) or id walk home from school listening to catb and imagine i was on some english coast walking to the pub with the lads and the sun setting. it sounds really sad i know and it fucking genuinely really was i was a sad lonely girl but i had so much fun!

and my music, like all of my music taste came from you !! all my book recs came from you!! i love kerouac to this day because of you.

If you ever reupload any old fics i’d be the first to have a little nostalgic read !!

Okay, first of all, thanks for sending me this bestie it really hit me in the chest because a) i cant believe ive had that level of impact on someone else's life and in such like a cute little way? And b) because everything youve just described is exactly what i was doing too!! Like using my little fanfictions to escape to, romanticising my dreary/lonely little life and using it to imagine a better future for myself...

Like, i started writing Oxygen when id broken up with my abusive ex, was livibg alone in a student flat, id lost ALL my pals to said ex, i was floundering at uni feeling stuck and alone and like, i used to get stoned and listen to the national and live in this little daydream which was that story and its probably one of the only reasons i survived that year!

And The Ride, i had the idea for that when i was trapped at my grandparents painting their house for them. That whole bit at the beginning where Maria is painting the B&B stemmed from a days daydreaming trying to romanticise my dreary little life.

Basically most of the fics i wrote were me creating the characters i wanted to be more like, like fliss and saffron, i wanted to be that kind of positive, confident, carefree girl and writing the characters helped me believe that I could be more like that.

And like idk, you really summed up what i was doing for me, and I'm glad u were able to romanticise your life too! I think its an underrated and important coping mechanism tbh, if you cant daydream up a better reality for yourself, how can u ever achieve a better reality for yourself?

I also think thats maybe why I don't write as often now too, generally my lifes much better than it was, I'm happier, i dont need to imagibe these friends for myself because i have a really solid group of friends, and I have B and im cared about and no ones out to hurt me anymore. So i dont need to escape to my fanfictions so much anymore idk.

Still sometimes its lovely to revel in nostalgia isnt it.

Also omg i cant believe u read those books cause of me, and heard the strokes cause of me, thats so fucking cool <3 <3 im glad we were friends back then and had eachother, i think thats so cool that without knowing eachother we've had that impact on one another (because honestly the people who read my fics and comment and send me anons have all supported me and made me feel less alone and lame)

Thank u so much for sending this and confessing to the indie cringe fest (we were all there and secretly loved it, its okay to admit that here!! Indie cringe fest lives on here!!)

And im so happy your life is better now too and that youre somewhere u want to be having a nice time, I'm glad u don't need to romanticise ur life anymore because youre living a life you actually want to live.thats amazing and im v proud of u for getting here and v happy that u got here <3 <3 <3 <3

Love u bestie ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[neowinestainedress]

okay so hiii, sorry for the abrupt message that i sent earlier i just got so excited to see the sequel that my mind went blank. how have you been? what are you been up to these days? 🥹

and thank u! i had such an amazing time with her since i didn’t see her for 4 years</3

now back to the topic, here are my thoughts:

«But she didn’t feel like blaming herself too much when he did nothing but fool her. She had no idea what kind of Haechan she would’ve had in front of her, every day changing into someone she didn’t know.» FUCK HAECHAN

WONDERING WHICH VERSION OF YOU I MIGHT GET ON THE PHONE TONIGHT

«Her confidence had crumbled into pieces, it was worse than when they started dating when he had to whisper sweet words to her hear and tell her how beautiful he found her.» i hate him for making her feel this way

«“You never wore make-up,” he pointed out. Renjun wanted to add ‘not that style, not the kind of make-up Bora wears,’ but didn’t. She knew it.» this is so sad, he made her doubt herself so much so now she thinks she needs to be someone else so he can like her :(

«“He never let me play with him,” she confessed. “He always got mad at me because I wasn’t good. And now he’s laughing with her for the same mistakes I made.”» FUCK HAECHAN PT.2 THIS HURTS

«“And knowing it will make you feel better?”» i hate and love renjun for being so honest

«She chewed her lower lips, head lowered as she pulled a hangnail on her thumb. “No, but I don’t understand. How can she be so much more exciting than me? What does she have that I don’t?” (….) “No,” she replied. “You know her better than me, you don’t have to lie It took me one night to get she had everything to swipe him off his feet.”» YOU FOUND SOMEONE MORE EXCITING THE NEXT SECOND YOU WERE GONE AND YOU LEFT ME THERE CRYING WONDERING WHAT I DID WRONG :(

«“Her being interesting doesn’t make you less.”» this is so sad for some reason cause i can understand how she feels

«But she thought about him a lot, more than she should’ve.» YOU’RE STILL ALL OVER ME LIKE A WINE STAINED DRESS I CAN’T WEAR ANYMORE

«Every time that she was in her kitchen preparing coffee, she couldn’t help but remember their mornings together.» love the song reference so much

«And she hated the way his favorite songs popped in her mind at the most random times.» hahahahahahahahahahahaha i’m totally fine rn

«She couldn’t move on when he was in every corner of her house. She still had those self-help books she bought just to impress him, to make him think she was smart. Like she had to prove something to him when her history major was going so well, when she always aced everything since she was six. It still wasn’t enough. Somehow Haechan always found a way to don’t make her feel smart enough.» fuck him fr. this happened to me too… i really don’t mean to brag but i was 1st place at my class, represented my school in lots of competitions (of all kind), graduated with honors, received all the possible awards i was even valedictorian, meanwhile my ex even repeated a year in school, had the worst grades and behavior (the same thing kinda repeated at university) and he even got expelled from our school…. but still he always made me feel inferior, as if i wasn’t smart enough nor good enough

«“It’s not like you’re not smart,” he said, resting on the couch with one leg falling out, dangling back and forth. “You’re too emotional. You let that part of you get the best of you and you end up looking stupid.”» this bring back so much memories i hate men and their lack of emotional responsibility

«And she did, she listened. Starting from one and then reading so many more just to make him happy. But it wasn’t like they worked. She kept being her paranoic, obsessive little self because Haechan gave her enough reasons to be. No book was going to take away the way he acted and how much he pushed her back.» damn the “no book was going to take away the way he acted” that’s true, he was the asshole he was the one to blame for their failed relationship, she only tried to save and fix all the mess he made

«“I guess he made you feel incredibly insecure, but,” he said, stopping for a moment because he didn’t know how to let her know what he thought without looking weird. “You are interesting. And you’re not annoying or whatever he made you believe,” he confessed.» NOT JENO BEING A LOVE INTEREST IM SCREAMING I THINK YOU HAVE SOME KIND OF CRYSTAL BALL OR SOMETHING

«“We’ll skip the last lessons and I’ll pay for something outside,” he said, starting to walk out of campus, still holding her hand.» sobbing

«“Is there something of your heart left to break?” He asked, lifting his eyes to meet hers and when she looked behind him, he got that yes, there was something more to break. “Nevermind.”» oh my poor little girl she’s too pure and nice for this world

«Jeno sighed, starting the car and driving to a place where they could eat. “Haechan talked a lot about you…” he confessed. “And not always in a positive way.”» FUCK HAECHAN PT.3

«“I honestly couldn’t get half of the critiques about you,” (…) she, unfortunately, had other things to worry about, like her ex-boyfriend talking shit behind her back when they were together. “A bit because you seemed the total opposite of what he used to tell and also because I couldn’t find flaws in many of the things he hated about you.”» OH NO FUCK HAECHAN I WANT TO PUNCH HIM THIS WAS LITERALLY MY EX

«“Hated?” She asked, a look of disbelief on her face. Over the past months, she had come to the conclusion he couldn’t stand her anymore, but she never thought Haechan hated her. » i want to hug her. also tmi ahead: it reminded me to the first time we broke up (it also was the first time i cried bc of him but most important: it was the first time i realized i liked him haha our story was kinda messed up since the beginning i guess)

«“Because you deserve better than him,” Jeno confessed, cheeks reddening.» he is SO cute i want to pinch his cheeks

«“You do stupid things when you want to keep somebody by your side,” she replied, but she wasn’t mad, not at Jeno at least, because he wasn’t wrong. She was terrible at reading people, especially when she loved them.» been there, done that

«She hesitated before answering, “I know… but I can’t help but still want to be enough for him. I meant too much for him. I have no idea how I…” she had to stop, feeling her eyes wet again and a gulp form in her throat. “I don’t get how he couldn’t care less about someone that loved him so deeply. I don’t get how after everything that tied us he could forget me that easily.”» YOU STOLE THE LOVE THAT I SAVED FOR MYSELF AND I WATCHED YOU GIVE IT TO SOMEBODY ELSE

«“I don’t know how to make it go away,” she confessed. “I don’t know how to make him go away.”» i’m sad :(

«“Or maybe you didn’t even try,” Jeno whispered with a hesitant voice, shily meeting her eyes, and feeling his heart clench seeing that they were off, nothing of her old bright eyes was there anymore.» STOP jeno is too cute i can’t 😭

«And he wanted to tell her that yes, she could, just like he did. He wanted to tell her that the way he moved on so easily should’ve been enough for her to do the same or to at least don’t let him have so much power over her. But when he looked in front of him and saw her shaking as she tried to hold back the tears, he realised that Haechan was right. She was too emotional for this, too emotional for his careless way. She loved too much and Haechan didn’t know how to deal with so much love. Now that she looked at him, apologizing when a tear rolled down her cheek and ranting about how pathetic she looked and how weird this all was, he realized why she and Haechan didn’t last.» AND WE HAVE ARRIVED!! this is my most expected part: the part that makes me feel that huge void at the pit of my stomach !!!!

«Because she was not enough and too much at the same time and she had no idea how to deal with it. Jeno was wrong when he said that their story became too much. The heavy thing that dragged them to the bottom of the sea was her. She was too much to take and at the first chance Haechan got, he ran away.» I GASPED THIS WAS MY BREAKING POINT I STARTED CRYING AND SCREAMING (SILENTLY) I LITERALLY HAD TO STOP FOR ABOUT 5 MINUTES TO PROCESS (AND SCREAM) ABOUT THIS PART AND WHEN I FINISHED READING IT I RANTED TO MY BEST FRIEND FOR LIKE 10 MINUTES. UGH THE EMOTIONS I FELT THIS IT HIT A LITTLE TOO CLOSE ESPECIALLY: “she was not enough and too much at the same time (…) she was too much to take and at the first chance haechan got, he ran away”

«“Teobokki for my favorite girl,” he said, handing her the cup, making her lower her head and mumble a low ‘thanks’» NONONO STOP THIS RIGHT NOW JENOOO😭😭😭😭

«On the other hand, she knew that Jeno made her feel good. But she couldn’t call it love. She liked the way he would rest his face on his crossed arms and listen to her talk no sense for hours (…) She liked the way he never made her feel stupid, even when her emotions would take over and tears fell a bit too easily from her eyes.» hyuck hurt her so much that the bare minimum made her happy she deserves the world

«She liked the way he listened to her repeat for her history exams and didn’t find it boring even if she knew that it was terribly boring for him and he couldn’t care less about wars, politics, and social dynamics all around the world.» omg i always liked history and i even study/major in something related so i felt this on a deeper level it melted my heart

«She liked hearing him talk about dance without mocking her when she didn’t understand some specific terms, or when they tried choreographies together and she couldn’t keep up with him. (…) And when she laid there, at his side, so close to him feeling light, she could feel her heart beat just a bit faster than usual. And maybe her stomach twisted when he turned around and smiled at her, his shaky hands moving a strand of hair out of her face.» GOD HE’S TOO SWEET AND PERFECT I FEAR IM DOWN BAD FOR HIM ALREADY

«“So, Jeno’s the lucky one.”» HAECHAN 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 JUST WHEN I STARTED TO FORGET ABOUT HIM

«“I just think that it’s just a low move to go with one of my closest friends,” he said.» OMG I HATE THIS/HIM SO MUCH MY EX SAID THE SAME FUCKING THING TO ME

«“I told you, I never cheated,” he said, taking a step forward but she stopped him with a glare.» FUCK HAECHAN PT.98472947294718

«“Yeah, because cheating is the only painful thing you can do, right? Don’t you think I loved you too much to be used and discarded? Don’t you think I loved you too much to think I deserve nothing? Not even respect. I’m not asking you to love me, I don’t need it anymore. No, worse, I don’t want it anymore. But you could at least stop coming in between my happiness. Why are you mad? Because your best friend can give me all the love you were never able to give me?”» GO OFF GIRL YES TELL HIM!!!

«“I loved you and you know it. You can’t delete five years of our story just for someone that arrived in your life in what? Two months?” He told her and when she looked at him with a serious face, eyebrow raised and a smirk on her face, it hit him. That was exactly what he did to her but two weeks after they broke things off. He was getting mad at her for the same thing he did, but he did even worse, he hurt her more than she could ever do now.» i GASPED the AUDACITY

«Haechan didn’t answer, he stood there, staring at her while all his mistakes crumbled on his shoulders and pushed him to the ground. He was the reason their story fell apart. He had hurt her. He had betrayed her. And he couldn’t get mad at her for moving on with anybody else, not even if it was Jeno, not even if that meant seeing them together all the time.» THIS IS IT. MY FAVORITE PART I WANT TO SEE HIM SUFFER IN THIS CASE REVENGE IS THE ANSWER IDC

TOOK A WHILE I WAS IN DENIAL WHEN I FIRST HEARD THAT YOU MOVED ON QUICKER THAN I COUL’VE EVER YOU KNOW THAT HURT

«That was her payback, and all of a sudden, he realized he had no more reasons to be mad. And probably, it would’ve been better if he simply avoided approaching her in the first place. But he did that, and they were there now, and he deserved it, he deserved to feel all the humiliation he was feeling right now. » mad? HE WAS MAD? OMFG I HATE HIM and i hope he feels like SHIT

«But she was glad he did. Sure, those past months not talking to him helped her, but this conversation made him realize what he had put her through. And she loved to see that he was finally bleeding too. Sure, revenge wasn’t a virtue, but she couldn’t care. She was tired of his smug smile, of his confidence when he broke her apart. She was tired of seeing him walking around like a God without realizing all the pain he was causing.» THE RAIN CAME POURING DOWN WHEN I WAS DROWNING THAT’S WHEN I COULD FINALLY BREATH 🥺🥺🥺 YES GIRL YOU DESERVED TO PUT HIM IN HIS PLACE MAKE HIM SUFFER!!!!

«And right now, in front of her, there was a broken-hearted Haechan and she had no idea if he was regretting it because he missed her, because he had realized that Bora couldn’t give him what she gave him, or if simply because he didn’t like losing and his pride now was eating him alive. Knowing him, well, finding out over time who he truly was, she would’ve bet on the latter, but she truly didn’t care.» yep, i can confirm is the last one

DON’T LOOK BACK DON’T NEED YOUR REGRETS

«She was done with this story, with him, with his lies, and his games.» I LOVE HER

«Haechan didn’t dare to meet her eyes, the floor wouldn’t have hurt as much as meeting her cold heart would’ve, the floor couldn’t remind him that she wasn’t his anymore and it was all his fault.» i enjoyed this part WAY too much

«“All I ever wanted was to be enough for you, Haechan,” she said, looking into his eyes when he lifted them, and not feeling pain, not feeling anything anymore. “But thanks to you I found out I was already enough for someone else. And I don’t have to pretend to be someone I’m not. I don’t have to hurt myself just to keep them. They don’t leave me all alone crying, wondering what I did wrong.”» SHE’S AMAZING IM SO PROUD

«“You were enough for me,” he tried to stop her from leaving him again, grabbing her hand but she swiftly pulled away from his hold, making a crack form in his heart.» this hurt and made me so sad i hate it here

«“I don’t think anything could ever be enough for you.”» AAAAAAH YOU DID IT AGAIN I LOVE THIS ENDING

okay so now more on a general aspect, i know i specifically asked for an au inspired by a song but i keep getting so excited everytime i see a reference or that you used the lyrics i love it ugh you’re seriously such an amazing writer

i think i told you my story secretly or something because this was 80% of what happened to me im mind blown and my jaw was on the FLOOR at this part cause it described my situation so well: «She was too emotional for this, too emotional for his careless way. She loved too much and Haechan didn’t know how to deal with so much love.»

to summarize: i really loved the way you wrote this, it was an angst but a fresh one? if that makes sense, it hurt just the right amount in a way that only the process of healing can. i could relate and feel all of her emotions.

i also love the way you include parts from the song you’re so smart. and again: the ending line made me smile so big YOUR MIND

about the ending… FUUUUUCK i’m torn now because i really wanted her to end up with haechan but the ending made me (also) want for her to end up with jeno 😭😭😭 but i guess my toxic side will always want haechan for her no matter what… and as i said maybe she could really (start to) get over him but he realizes how much she truly meant for him and how much he (deeply) loved her so he has to gain her back completely (and seek help lol) as if they were meeting for the first time and ofc it will take a lot of time and (his) effort for her to even acknowledge him again and even more to trust him but idk maybe a (non planned) test (like a girl throws at him at a party while he’s drunk? idk) really proves that he really really changed and he’s 100% loyal and a better person now idk i just want them to end up together. but i don’t want jeno to suffer either so i had to read rose-colored glasses (don’t even get me started on that fic it was so good that he even gaslighted me while i was reading it lol) to convince myself that i didn’t want them to end up together even tho that jeno is from another universe but still :D

i would also love if happier would contain some smut if you want but it’s totally fine if you don’t do it!

i ran out of words to describe how i feel cause my english is not working lately but just know that i really really love the sequel, you didn’t disappoint at all!! i’m really thankful that you took the time to reply my first request, writing it (my favorite fic ever) and even better accepting it and writing the sequel (not to mention: super fast) and turning it into a series ilysm🥺🥺 so thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you you made me the happiest

p.s: since i ranted to my friend and sent her the most heartbreaking parts (according to me) she told me i made her cry (and she’s not even a fan of nct). THATS HOW GOOD IT IS THANK U AGAIN

p.s2: off topic but we need the sequel to rose-colored glasses!! but take your time i don’t want you to feel forced to do something or taking all of your free time, you also need to rest<3

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hiii!! don't worry. i'm surviving lol, i'm studying for my last uni exams and not to be dramatic but i'd rather d!3. I'm happy to hear you had fun with her.

this is so sad, he made her doubt herself so much so now she thinks she needs to be someone else so he can like her :(

i didn't know how to insert the first part of the song because she didn't change when they were dating so here we are, ended up making it even sadder because changing AFTER it's even worse, especially knowing he wasn't going to look at her anyway (i hate myself)

i hate and love renjun for being so honest

but let's be honest, we all need renjun as a friend when we let trashy men walk over us

«But she thought about him a lot, more than she should’ve.» YOU’RE STILL ALL OVER ME LIKE A WINE STAINED DRESS I CAN’T WEAR ANYMORE

YESS!! also top 5 most painful taylor's lyrics

fuck him fr. this happened to me too… i really don’t mean to brag but i was 1st place at my class, represented my school in lots of competitions (of all kind), graduated with honors, received all the possible awards i was even valedictorian, meanwhile my ex even repeated a year in school, had the worst grades and behavior (the same thing kinda repeated at university) and he even got expelled from our school…. but still he always made me feel inferior, as if i wasn’t smart enough nor good enough

did i already say that i want to punch your ex???!!! AND PLEASE DON'T EVER DOUBT YOURSELF OR I'LL COME CATCH YOU

i hate men and their lack of emotional responsibility

THIS!!! LOUDER PLEASE

NOT JENO BEING A LOVE INTEREST IM SCREAMING I THINK YOU HAVE SOME KIND OF CRYSTAL BALL OR SOMETHING

AJDHSIFI AT FIRST I WANTED IT TO BE RENJUN BUT I THOUGHT JENO COULD BE MORE INTERESTING BECAUSE HE NEVER PAID ATTENTION TO HER (OR WELL, IT SEEMED LIKE IT) also in traitor it looked like jeno sided with haechan's lie more, idk probably it was in my head but renjun had always been protective and the only one that stuck to her side, so jeno being interested in her??? since when? why?

«“Hated?” She asked, a look of disbelief on her face. Over the past months, she had come to the conclusion he couldn’t stand her anymore, but she never thought Haechan hated her. » i want to hug her. also tmi ahead: it reminded me to the first time we broke up (it also was the first time i cried bc of him but most important: it was the first time i realized i liked him haha our story was kinda messed up since the beginning i guess)

no i want to hug YOU. and the more i know about him the more i want to throw hands. like this is a general consideration but if you don't love someone anymore just LEAVE THEM there's no need to break them apart, use them or make fun of them with your friends.

YOU STOLE THE LOVE THAT I SAVED FOR MYSELF AND I WATCHED YOU GIVE IT TO SOMEBODY ELSE

NOT GOOD ENOUGH YOU WANT TO KILL ME BUT YES even 'I am the diamond you left in the dust. I am the future you lost in the past. seems like I never compared, wouldn't notice if I disappeared' TEARS

I GASPED THIS WAS MY BREAKING POINT I STARTED CRYING AND SCREAMING (SILENTLY) I LITERALLY HAD TO STOP FOR ABOUT 5 MINUTES TO PROCESS (AND SCREAM) ABOUT THIS PART AND WHEN I FINISHED READING IT I RANTED TO MY BEST FRIEND FOR LIKE 10 MINUTES. UGH THE EMOTIONS I FELT THIS IT HIT A LITTLE TOO CLOSE ESPECIALLY: “she was not enough and too much at the same time (…) she was too much to take and at the first chance haechan got, he ran away”

sending a hug because, to be honest: the story of my life. even in friendships lmao. and not to brag, but people don't deserve us, there, i said it

hyuck hurt her so much that the bare minimum made her happy she deserves the world

she does 🥺🥺

omg i always liked history and i even study/major in something related so i felt this on a deeper level it melted my heart

honestly starting to be terrified of me. is this what taylor swift feels when people say 'omg she doesn't know me and yet she knows so much about me'??

GOD HE’S TOO SWEET AND PERFECT I FEAR IM DOWN BAD FOR HIM ALREADY

jeno is the best boy in this, i love him so much

«“I just think that it’s just a low move to go with one of my closest friends,” he said.» OMG I HATE THIS/HIM SO MUCH MY EX SAID THE SAME FUCKING THING TO ME

IF YOU DON'T TELL ME WHERE HE LIVES SO I CAN FIGHT I SWEAR %#!?/(

«Haechan didn’t answer, he stood there, staring at her while all his mistakes crumbled on his shoulders and pushed him to the ground. He was the reason their story fell apart. He had hurt her. He had betrayed her. And he couldn’t get mad at her for moving on with anybody else, not even if it was Jeno, not even if that meant seeing them together all the time.» THIS IS IT. MY FAVORITE PART I WANT TO SEE HIM SUFFER IN THIS CASE REVENGE IS THE ANSWER IDC

SAME SAME SAME

mad? HE WAS MAD? OMFG I HATE HIM and i hope he feels like SHIT

dw he's crying himself to sleep, i'll make sure he suffers 😌😌😌

thank you so much! i admit it's not easy using songs and don't plagiarize everything but I'm glad i make it work and nothing sounds forced

i think i told you my story secretly or something because this was 80% of what happened to me im mind blown and my jaw was on the FLOOR at this part cause it described my situation so well: «She was too emotional for this, too emotional for his careless way. She loved too much and Haechan didn’t know how to deal with so much love.»

IF YOU DON'T FIND SOMEONE THAT TREATS YOU RIGHT I'M GONNA RIOT. I'LL WRITE YOUR HAPPY ENDING MYSELF OKAY???

but i don’t want jeno to suffer either so i had to read rose-colored glasses (don’t even get me started on that fic it was so good that he even gaslighted me while i was reading it lol) to convince myself that i didn’t want them to end up together even tho that jeno is from another universe but still :D

I'M SORRY BUT THIS MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD not you having to gaslight yourself that jeno's terrible so you won't feel bad if she ends up with haechan again LOVE YOUR BRAIN

no okay but seriously discussing the ending. i might've (i did) started writing happier and guess what... i have all the scenes i want to write outlined and i already know how it ends. and you'd be like... you were crying just yesterday because you didn't know??? yes, i know but once i start writing the story creates itself and i think i found a way to make everybody happy. and yes, i will add some smut it's not a problem at all!! i also found a way to fit 1 step forward, 3 steps back. it's in the order that you want and will be mixed with happier but i hope you'll like how it will turn out anyway.

no thank you for requesting this, i'm loving writing it so much so if i can give you what you want and at the same time have fun writing it's a win-win situation

p.s: since i ranted to my friend and sent her the most heartbreaking parts (according to me) she told me i made her cry (and she’s not even a fan of nct). THATS HOW GOOD IT IS THANK U AGAIN

NO THIS MADE ME SO HAPPY like sorry i made her cry but the fact that it hit her even if she doesn't like nct??? it means so much I'm gonna cry

p.s2: off topic but we need the sequel to rose-colored glasses!! but take your time i don’t want you to feel forced to do something or taking all of your free time, you also need to rest<3

so you can convince yourself more she needs to end up with haechan?? no okay seriously, I'll see what i can do. i don't feel forced because i would've liked writing more since the start but to be honest, some comments made me go 'yeah, not writing dark stuff anymore,' but i'll give it a try anyway when i'll have time.

#anon answered #💌

[oceanic27]

It’s amazing how you can show so much grace to someone when they hurt you, yet they still continue to do it.

You turned your back on me.

I turned back around when your friend died.

I was there to hold you, console you.

You said you wanted to give it a month, so we could figure ourselves out.

You said not to touch another.

You said not to focus on each other.

I knew that really just meant I needed to figure myself out. That I need to be disciplined.

So I did that. I got better. But did you?

As we slowly began turning back around, still allowing for ourselves to see each other. We called, we texted, we connected.

You continued to cast blame, while I tried to reason.

You said I get defensive.

Which yeah I do.

But I get that way because you refuse to see the flaws in you.

An early issue

That I ignored out of love for the lore.

You see it’s hard to change for someone who refuses to change. Someone who thinks her shit don’t stank. Someone who can’t trust that what I say ain’t a game.

I never played.

But you did. Ever since you leveraged seeing your ex, to get me to confess, that this is more than the sex,

when it really was just me lonely.

But back to the story…

Right when we were about to be back to back, eyes gazed towards the opposite direction, but our peripheral stayed in tact.

You turned around and kicked me in the balls.

Leaving your location on as you got fucked by a sergeant.

An easy target.

Premeditated

Cause I know you, you won’t sleep with anywho, but someone you know yes you do.

You told me about those men drooling over your boobs, back when I first dated you.

And they way you pushed your friend to go p on the wagon again, after her relationship end, I know you needed that to feel confident.

Powerful.

A “savage”

But really you were in a baby carriage

waiting for a man to feed you validation.

Something I know you need because of the way you seek it from me.

That night I called and the next day you were appalled, when I dropped your things off while u flew back home.

I called you out later that day and you proceeded to lie. You yelled at me. Called me abusive said I was a bad guy. Told me I treated you like shit? Sayin all the stuff you know ain’t true?

You were just trying to justify your actions by making me the bad person in your head.

And I took it cause I was sad and genuinely wanted to talk things out.

But the next day I told you those actions were vindictive.

You proceeded yell and put it onto to me again.

I gave in this time

And let you know.

But karma came around, and gave you a flat tire on the road.

I yelled

You take zero accountability for what you’ve done wrong

You are insecure and spread hate in an effort to deal with them.

You don’t know how to tell yourself the truth.

But of course this was turned around on me.

Bombarded with claims to make me feel insane, you and your vain sense of entitlement.

Lack of responsibility.

You said we shouldn’t talk as if I was the one ruining whatever we had left.

But no.

You ruined it.

And you knew it.

But you needed to hold the power.

Because to you, that’s what this whole relationship is and was.

A power game.

And you thought I played in the same lane.

But the thing is I never did.

Even from the beginning.

I was just myself.

A genuine smile offering help.

A man just happy to be loved. A man believing you could be the one.

No tests.

No games.

Just me believing in a girl.

But that was my problem.

I didn’t leave when I saw the red flags.

I didn’t get out when there was doubt.

When you got mad at your friend for inviting her friend that once was my “friend”. Crying like a baby at the party’s end when she wasn’t even there?

I stayed in it for way too long.

Even when u showed me the colors that burned brightest at the end.

Even when we met up again, you kept on your facade.

A face that could take no blame.

But the thing about that face baby, is that I saw through it.

I saw how you lied about the tik tok searches the day before, only to admit them after.

I saw how you lied about trust and disgust.

I saw that same face when you lied about sleeping with someone.

You don’t hide your lies very well darling.

I just choose not to burst your bubble.

Because when we sat on that stoop and I treated you with kindness, you still chose to treat me with blindness.

Anger and resentment.

And though I still feel those feelings from time to time, I chose peace in my mind.

And to still be kind.

Because yeah, I’m the bigger person.

You showed me who you were that day.

Someone who couldn’t just say “hey, it was a good run” “hey we had fun”

Instead you were rude, dismissive, and did your best to make me feel bad.

And that’s sad…

Plain and simple.

You were lucky to have a man like me.

Someone who put their pride aside, more than you saw with your eye, so your heart could reside and get cozy. My glasses got rosy, these feelings felt holy but that was exactly the issue.

I never established boundaries.

Instead left myself for dead. Allowing you to call me stupid and over fed, telling me about how I was with my friends?

These things you said that I kept shut for you, despite it being obvious why your friends don’t like you?

Your ignorance when you said something too?

Your family’s obvious perception of you?

I kept that to myself because I didn’t want to tear you down but instead I let you stand on me so you can reach for the crown

damn.

And though I’ll admit to getting dialed up, too red and hot to give a fuck. I said some things in the heat of the moment, but girl I own it and I apologized like an adult.

Sometimes justify, but still take fault.

You never did that and you know that’s the truth.

Everybody saw the way you were too.

People around me were worried about abuse.

Cause once we broke up, more than two were telling me the things you said were simply not cool. A fein for reaction, being mean as an action, you took so much out on me, so you could get traction.

You wanted me to suffer for your feelings.

Insecurities.

They wanted to say something but felt they couldn’t.

Felt I wouldn’t

Listen.

I get it.

Because they were right.

The truth was out of sight, due to hope I could see your light, knowing damn well it wasn’t bright.

I treated you too well baby.

I lost myself in you.

I let you convince me I was the problem and that I was the one hurting you.

That’s not true.

You were the one who couldn’t admit her faults and realize we got to work together.

Because working together means both of us have to be vulnerable.

And I was sitting at my cousins table willing to do that

while you weren’t.

You weren’t able to see how getting of your meds affected us.

You weren’t able to see how your jealousies would get to me and make me feel I couldn’t be trusted.

Despite showing you my loyalty.

It’s funny cause if you were to read this, you would have a moment of reflection and acceptance that I might be right.

But the moment after you would start a fight.

Cause truth hurts and you wanna make sure someone else feels the hurt you feel. But baby I don’t feel em.

Cause I’ve had my fight and let them hit twice but the third time I avoided the blow.

Then I hit low, and fought back, just to call a truce.

And hug that hurt. And embrace it.

See you would rather be the victim and use our story as a reason for another man to want to treat you better.

Like you did to me and the list of flaws of your ex. That you eventually used against me when I wasn’t my best.

And though he still hits you up, I don’t. You left your location on for him when you were with me, trying to hurt the way you did to me.

And though he didn’t say anything, he did get mad when you wanted your things. You left him on a string and he saw what was happening, but he chose to “not care”.

I chose to do the opposite.

Because I cared for you

And I refuse to hide from your disrespect.

I wasted my time with you.

Letting you try to fit me into a box.

Letting you try to turn me inside out.

Letting you only truly care about yourself

Because I was there for you.

Pretty much everyday.

But the moment my focus went astray, you chastised me for not being okay.

You never asked if I was alright or if I was sad, instead you got mad that my mood wasn’t glad or rad or whatever other dumb fuckin word.

You expected my empathy but didn’t want to give it back.

I couldn’t do that.

Which is why I battled you that last year of our relationship.

I finally developed boundaries and you couldn’t respect them.

So sit there and think about this.

Think about how well I treated you.

How awesome I was.

How there is no one else with a heart like mine who did his best to love you deeper with time.

One day, you’ll look back and realize what you lost.

But you’ll keep that thought close to your chest.

Because admitting it would have a cost.

And your pride is too great for you to be wrong.

I feel bad for you because you’ll always be the miserable, anxiety-ridden, narcissistic, angry person I fell in love with.

And I’ll be someone you didn’t fall in love with.

Someone better.

#relationship #lovers #breakup #poetry #poem #prose #narcissistic personality disorder #emotional abuse

[makeup-cas]

haha. dysphoria !

#dysphoria #ask to tag #don’t rb #usually my dysphoria isn’t very bad bc I treat my body like a separate entity #but god we had a sub in cs today #and she referred to me as a girl #and I thought. #I don’t know #I thought I was in a more neutral outfit #and even tho I Know intellectually I don’t pass at all #just. the confidence with which she said that still fucking hurt u know??? #so today is hate my physical form day!!!

[gayerthanevertbh]

Illicit Affairs - Part 1

A/N: oh my god another taylor swift song reference??? can u blame me though anyways i hope you enjoy the first part! xx 

Summary: You and she both agreed that it was just a whole “Friends with Benefits” some type of thing until you fall for her. You fall so deep that it hurts you to see her being in love with someone else.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none for now

Word Count: 2.7 k

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

“We have to stop meeting up like this.” You whispered onto her wet lips as she grips the back of your hair gently, letting out a guttural moan when she slips off your underwear with ease.

“But I can’t stop, baby,” She says it with so much lust that your arousal gets more obvious. “You’re just so pretty, my pretty girl.”

She softly pushes you down on the backseat of her car and lathers her kisses with her mouth – making your hands fly to her back, gripping it tightly; but gently. She opens her eyes and it shone a sense of need and lust. You don’t complain though, you absolutely loved it whenever she looks at you like that.

“We are in the middle of nowhere,” You added but let out a ripped moan when she slapped the inside of your thigh, making her breath hotter against your neck. Natasha wanted you and her somewhere quieter and lonely – she liked the idea of no one else can see you and her anywhere, so that’s why she picked out a spot where no one was around at 12 am.

“I know that, detka.”

After an hour of both of you fucking, you had your head against her damped chest while her fingers trailed leisurely on the side of your arm, making you feel safe with her as always. Both of you stayed like that for quite some time until she said:

“I love it when we’re like this.”

You only smiled, replying: “Yeah?”

She presses her lips against your hair, takes up all the scents that she loves to smell, and whispers, “I love it too much, kotenok. But you know that–”

“I know, Tasha. As friends.”

She hummed in satisfaction and kisses your head once again, squeezing you tightly but tenderly. Natasha liked it when you agree on her terms because she’s always the one who’s in control of everything. You, on the other hand, were the one who’s always agreeing with her sayings. You don’t have much choice though, you weren’t the one who’s in control of her feelings and especially yours.

But as you meet up with her all the time, the unsorted feelings that you have for her are drastically growing. Whenever she kisses you and whispers sweet aftercare words, it makes you tumble over and possibly even fall deeper for the woman who cannot feel that way.

You obviously know why.

When you first met her, it was at a local pub. But, there weren’t many customers anyway. You have just graduated from a state university and you decide to treat yourself – until you met Natasha Romanoff. She had her hair braided on her back, an expensive-looking leather jacket was wrapped all over her while she looked quite drunk but her mind was still not in that phase. You introduced yourself, feeling confident because that’s what you’re trying to work on at that time and she gladly shook your hand.

You and her talked for hours about what course you took and how much she admires you for being so realistic but also idealistic in some sort of way – especially when it comes to love. You were just 24-years-old and she was 38-years-old.

Natasha was a lot older than you, but you didn’t mind that. She treated you like a normal human being and not like some kid, which you do appreciate a lot since everyone treats you like a child.

She invited you to the Avenger’s building once and introduced you to many of her friends, especially Wanda who she is currently in love with.

Not you.

Never you.

“Hey, can we talk?” You looked up and see Natasha leaning in the doorway, her arms crossed but not looking intimidating. You nodded quickly and walked towards her, frowning in confusion.

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“I don’t want you to freak out but it’s kind of shocking,” She says slowly and sighs, her eyes deepening towards yours. She continued, “I want to fuck you.”

Oh?

“Natasha,” You choked out as your eyes widen at those 5 words she just said. She said it so simple yet so demanding that you felt your whole body shivering in a good way.

“I want to fuck you, badly. I never thought of this way towards you when we first met but, god you’re so fucking sexy. I can’t help myself,” She steps closer to you until her hands come to the back of your waist, pulling you closer to her. “The way you would wear those skimpy skirts, god I would stare at your silky thighs. I want you.”

Somehow that night she fucked you in her bed with you being left so satisfied. You’ve had a boyfriend and a girlfriend once, but mostly you were comfortable with a touch of a woman instead of a man. And for obvious reasons, you were no longer a virgin – you were not that experienced either since everything you do was all vanilla sex. With Natasha, it was like being in another world of sexual thinking. She took care of you, fucked you like some animal in heat, and then tells you how good you taste or feel.

While you were in bed with her, she whispered: “Can we agree on something?”

Lifting your head as you use your hand for leverage, you replied: “Yeah, what is it?”

It took her a minute to process the words she was about to say and looked at you on her side, “Do you know what Friends with Benefits mean?”

“Of course,” You replied. “W–Why?”

“I want to have that sort of relationship with you that involves no feelings because I don’t feel for you that way,” Ouch, that hurts. “I obviously think of you as my close friend but my libido is too strong when it comes to you. I want to have this agreement, like a contract. To only have sex but stay friends and nothing changes.”

You nodded slowly, letting the words sink in, and smiled brightly at her. “Yeah, why not? It’s not like I’m going to fall in love with you.”

She laughs humorously. “Yeah, not possible.”

Oh how that was such a lie.

“Can you take me home now? Kate is expecting me.”

“Who’s Kate?” She asked and frowned at your tone. You didn’t notice anything different in your tone and replied, “Why are you frowning?”

“Because I don’t know who Kate is.”

“Natty, she’s a really good friend of mine. We both live together, like roommates!”

Natasha looks at you in a different way than you can’t somehow comprehend and nods slowly, looking away and seeing how her jaw clenched. Is she okay?

“Okay, I’ll take you home.” Before she even went back to the front seat, you grabbed her wrist and that made her head turn, looking at you with a frown expression plastered on her face.

“Are you okay? You’re acting weird.”

“Y/N, I'm fine,” She says while removing herself from your touch. “Let me just take you home.”

You did nothing but wore your clothes, get back on the front seat and watch her drive quietly – almost too awkwardly to be honest.

As soon as she parks in front of the house that you live in, she quietly speaks.

“I’m just… I didn’t know you had a new friend.”

“I was supposed to tell you,” You soothed and touch her arm gently. “But you were incredibly busy with your missions, I didn’t want to talk about it – especially when you’re stressed out.”

“But aren’t we friends? Friends tell friends that they have a new friend.” She stated and you rolled your eyes.

“Natasha, you’re acting as if I lied behind your back.”

This time, it was her turn to roll her eyes and gripped the steering wheel tightly. “You didn’t but we are good friends, aren’t we?”

You smiled at her and replied, “Nat, of course, we are. I’m sorry for not telling you sooner, do you want to meet her?”

She just shakes her head in irritation and mumbled angrily, “No, thanks. I’ll see you when I can. Please, go now.”

You sighed deeply and got out of her car, watching her drive away with her tire screeching. God, she’s acting like a child! But, why would she act that way? You began walking back to your house and notice that Kate ordered two pizza boxes and waved at you.

“Hey! How’s your lil’ date with Natasha?” She winked playfully and eats a big chunk of her pizza. You met Kate around a cafe because you worked there, she was all new to the surroundings so you gave her a tour until both of you clicked. And now, she’s living with you.

“It’s not a date,” You rolled your eyes playfully and took a bite of the pineapple pizza that was on the table. Man, that’s good. “She just… fucked me in the backseat of her car.”

“You guys are disgusting I mean I never even met her but I think she’s… nice?”

“She is!” You tell her because it was true, Natasha is the kindest person that has ever reached out to you besides Kate. “She’s truly amazing, I find her amazing.”

“Are you like, in love with her?”

You hate how straightforward this bitch was.

“Uh,” You stuttered out your words and closed your mouth, not really knowing how to respond to that. To answer her question, you were. Somehow. Each time she meets up with you sex or no sex, you just keep falling for the woman harder – even though she’ll never know that. Because you had an agreement with her that there were no feelings involved until yours were.

“I guess.”

“You should tell her so that she knows.”

“That’s the thing,” You sighed under your breath and shake your head, feeling this deep kind of sadness inside of you that you can't distinguish. “I can’t tell her. Or else she’ll stop being friends with me.”

“You validate your friendship with her more then, huh?”

You nodded as you were way too tired to speak. Kate pats you on the back gently and continued, “I hope you’ll fall out of love then. I’m not discouraging you though, it’s rather much valid you feel this way. But, I get you.”

You were hopelessly in love with a woman who will never love you the same way, and it crushes you because you don’t know how else to stop this wavering feeling that you have towards Natasha. She never once hurt you in a way that you overthink to yourself, but you’re hurt because she’s in love with someone else – yet fucks you like she’s yours.

Confusing fucking relationship.

You went to bed and call it night.

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You were at work rather early today and got your mind off from Natasha, thank god. It was late afternoon and you were just brewing a customer’s coffee until you felt Kate tapping on your shoulder.

“Kate, I am working–”

“I think Natasha is looking for you.”

You abruptly turned to her and almost halt from what you were doing until you realized you were distracted. Sighing, “Is she the redhead one?”

“Yeah, she’s getting impatient.”

“Tell her to wait, I have to make this first.” She nodded quickly and walked out of the scene, leaving you alone to finish the cup of coffee that you’re doing. Once you were finished, you walked back to the counter and saw Natasha standing rather impatiently in front of you – biting her bottom lip.

God, please stop biting your lip.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” She simply said and waves her hand in the air. “I need to talk to you, please?”

You give the coffee to the customer, leave you a tip, and made their way outside. You rolled your eyes in a playful matter as you took off your apron that was currently on your front.

“Natasha, I’m at work.”

“I don’t care,” She replies with a dangerous tone but not to the point it scares you. “You haven’t texted me back. What’s going on?”

“Nothing?” You lied through the back of your teeth and turned around, not facing her.

“If it’s nothing then you would’ve replied to my texts.”

“Natasha, I told you, I am busy.”

She mumbled, “Fine. But I’ll be waiting outside, okay? What time does your shift end?”

“In a few minutes.”

She nodded and walked out of the cafe, leaving you to take a deep breath and continued to do more of your tasks. Kate watches you and mentions, “So that’s her? She’s hot.”

“Uh-huh,” You rolled your eyes again and placed back the dishes on the sink board.

“I think you should go now, I’ll handle this.”

“You sure?” You asked kindly and gives you a nod and erupts a smile on her face. You pat her on the shoulder and followed Natasha to the back of the alley where you two can talk alone.

“Natasha, what’s up?” The older woman leans against the brick wall while her arms are still crossed arrogantly. She sighs, replying: “You have been ignoring me.”

“I think you’ve repeated that way too many times–”

“Y/N, what’s going on? Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry for acting that way last night, I guess I was jealous.”

You’re jealous? Your eyes widen in disbelief, taken back from what she has told you and suddenly you feel your heart thumping loudly in your ear.

“W–Why would you be jealous?”

She sighed again, “You have a new friend. I guess I didn’t want you to spend so much time with her because we are friends, right? Like we’re kind of close.”

“Yes, true,” You said slowly and emphasize the last word from the tip of your tongue. “But, we are fucking. Me and Kate? Totally friends.”

“Right, right,” She chanted under her breath the same word she’s saying and looked back up to you, smiling coyly. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have overreacted.”

“Hey, it’s not a big deal.”

Natasha suddenly pulls you against her body and looks slightly down at you, mostly at your lips. “You’re very kissable right now.”

“Oh…” You whispered – scared to move a tiny bit. God, I love it when you’re this close to me.

“Oh? Baby,” The woman presses her lips gently on yours and pulls away quickly. “I want to fuck you here. So bad.”

“Natasha,” You called her name out while her lips were finally attacking your nape, pulling you much closer as if she’s scared for you to walk away. Pulling back, you whispered, “W–What about Wanda?”

“What about her?” She replied with her eyebrows scrunching at you, her lips trying to find its way to any exposed skin of yours. “She doesn’t know. We aren’t dating.”

“But you love her, right?” Please say you don’t, please say you don’t…

“With my life,” She hotly whispers and closed her eyes, leaning her head back into the brick wall. “She’s too good for me. I don’t know how to be in a relationship, but we do love each other.”

You felt a pan of agony and suddenly your body deflates. She doesn’t notice any difference but you just felt… lonely. The reason for that is because you’re in love with her and she’s not in love with you. And now it just confuses you even more about what this relationship is supposed to be.

Is it just fucking? Is there something more? You go with the first choice.

“Let’s go back to my place?” She asks flirtatiously, you can see the way she smirks at you and it seriously makes you aroused. You nodded and both of you walked to her car, going to her place just to fuck

Just. To. fuck.

She’s not toxic, in fact – she’s far from that in all honesty. But, you hated being the other girl. You want her to be your first choice, not Wanda. And that’s how your jealousy seeps through you because you badly want to be in the witches’ position. You want Natasha to look at you the same way she looks at Wanda.

Although that’s more of like a fantasy. Natasha was right about you, you were very idealistic – especially when it comes to love and you despise that to yourself so much because you’re falling way too deep for a woman that can’t even love you back.

You felt Natasha’s hand holding you, her thumb playing with the back of your hand softly. You watch her as she smiles while watching the road and hear her say: “You’re my favorite person.”

You smiled back, hiding the pain inside of you, and replied: “You’re my favorite person too.”

#natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha angst #natasha romanoff #scarlett johansson x reader #natasha romanoff smut #smut #angst with a happy ending #wlw blog #illicitaffairsseries #scarlett johansson

[haechanluvr]

wish u the best

Summary: based off of wish u the best by blackbear.

Warnings: swearing, characters are aged up to 21 (college years), mentions of doing drugs.

taglist: @vntgkenz @sapphireplums @xdelicates @ghostkingblake

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“he’s got a runny nose, i don’t think it’s the flu.” my friend layla said, as she deferred her attention from my ex, who had just gotten done doing a line off of the girl he was most likely hooking up with at the end of the night. i laughed and slapped her arm a bit. we were in the middle of a frat party, which a friend of ours had invited us to. we had been here for a little over an hour, and i was having fun, until he walked into the house, as if he owned the entire damn thing. 

“i don’t even wanna pay attention to him. he acts like he owns the fucking place. it’s irritating, and ever since he dumped me, i’m not very keen on wanting to be in the same area as him, let alone seeing him snort a line off his new girl of the week.” i said with an eye roll, and downing the rest of my drink. i was determined to let loose tonight, and have some fun. midterms had just ended, and majority of us were on our way’s to heading to our spring break vacations. this party was just a way for all of us to get shit faced after dealing with the gruesome exams that majority of our instructors had thrown at us. 

after a couple of more shots, and grabbing a water, layla and i were dancing together with some girls we had met a little while ago. throughout a majority of the time that we had been here, i felt as if someone was watching me, but as the alcohol i consumed started to hit me, i quickly forgot.

layla and i were dancing with one another, when i suddenly felt hands on my waist. i turned my head around and it happened to be robby. a friend of mine from criminology class. i started grinding into him, and his grip on my hips tightened, but was comfortable enough to where he was guiding my hips to move in rhythm with his. “you must’ve had a lot to drink if you’re letting me dance with you like this.” he bent down a bit and whispered into my ear. his breathe sent shivers down my spine, and the alcohol i consumed throughout the night was sending a wave of confidence through me. 

“maybe, but just because the alcohol is helping with a confidence boost, doesn’t mean sober me hasn’t thought about you being behind me before.” i said as i turned around and looked at him with doe eyes. he threw his head back and groaned a bit. as my arms made their way around his neck, and my fingers moved to play with the hairs at the nape of his neck, i grew more confident by the minutes passing. that was until i felt a hand grab me forcefully and dragged me up the stairs into a empty room.

“what the fuck eli?” i yelled, as i yanked my arm from his grip. examining his facial features, taking in the angered look plastered on his face, his furrowed eyebrows, and a glint of hurt in his eyes. “what the fuck are you doing out there with keene, y/n?” he yelled, making me take a step back, seeing as his face went a slight tint of red, and the vein on his neck was prominent. “what i do is none of your business anymore eli. you broke up with me, remember?” i spoke more calmly, but that didn’t seem to help in the slightest as i took in the forms of his hands, balled into fists, and his knuckles white. 

“just because we aren’t together anymore, doesn’t mean i still don’t have feelings for you! those feelings don’t just go away so easily y/n.” he said and now it was my turn for my face to grow red with anger. “we were together a long time, and i fucking told you how keene always wanted to get with you even while we were together, so why the fuck are you flirting with him like this at a party that you fucking know im at.” he said, his jaw clenched, and looking like he could lose his cool at any moment. i looked at him up and down and scoffed. it’s all i could do.

“what? you don’t have anything to fucking say?” and that set me off. “funny how when i don’t care, these feelings all resurface.” i finished with a roll of my eyes and my weight being shifted from one foot to the other. “what the fuck is that supposed to mean y/n? hm? fucking spit it out and quit being a little bitch.” i could feel the venom dripping with every word spoken. 

“you’re so insufferable eli. fucking get a grip. i don’t know if it’s because you’re drunk right now, or because you’re high, or it could be both, but you don’t give a damn about me. you broke up with me because you said and i quote ‘just not doing it for me anymore’. you remember telling me that?” he shook his head, jaw still clenched, but avoided all eye contact with me. finding more interest in the floor, or the wall behind me.

“you haven’t spoken to me in almost two months, but the one night im letting loose, and enjoying myself you ruin it. why? because you don’t like that i’m giving keene attention, and not pining over you like some pathetic joke. this is exhausting. you only are doing this because i’m finally not giving you what you want, which is attention. you can hook up with girl after girl right in front of me, but i flirt with one guy and suddenly i’m in the wrong.” he refuses to look at me still, and he doesn’t say a word. by now his facial expressions have softened, and he looks almost sad, but i’m so mad, i don’t care about how he is feeling.

“leave me alone eli. go back to whatever girl you planned on taking back to your room tonight, and stop wasting my time and trying with my emotions. you’ve done enough damage. i won’t let you cause anymore pain.” he stepped aside, making room for me to exit the room, and before i fully exit, i say one more thing to him, just to be a petty bitch that i know i am. “i would wish you the best, but eli, you already had it. you’ll never find anyone like me. no one else is going to give a damn, like i fucking did, but you did that to yourself.” he looked at me stunned, and im almost positive he expected me to grovel and apologize for the things i said, but i will not. 

i left the room, but not before slamming the door. making my way down to my friends, and finding them standing at the end of the hallway, with robby. “you good? we heard the yelling, and we didn’t want to leave until we knew you were okay.” robby said, and i let out a breath i was holding, feeling my shoulders go less tense. “i’m fine. he just brings out the worst in me. i don’t know why he can’t just leave me alone. i was doing okay, but now i feel like i’m back at square one, wanting to run back into his arms and fix things.” i admitted and robby brought me into a hug, while layla joined in. as we all walked down the stairs, slowly making our way out of the house. a body zoomed past us, bumping into robby, and storming out of the frat house. we all exchanged glances, knowing it was eli that had just left in a hurry.

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[strangelysamantha]

hi can i request a blurb or a whole imagine where jj rlly likes reader but she’s a kook and his friends don’t like her that much, 💗 thank u

hatred runs out ❀

jj maybank x kook!reader.

warnings: swearing, hateful feelings, that’s all.

words: 2,015.

summary: you are a kook, you were trying to befriend the pogues as they made you happier than you had been in months. the only downside, none of them were quite welcoming, besides jj.

request? yes!

a/n: my ask box is open, send away! i’m working on multiple imagines that should come later! like and comment if you enjoy this. thanks for the request! <3

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“she’s a kook jj, i mean, you aren’t seriously crushing on her? are you?” john b looked up at jj, and frowned when he saw he wasn’t laughing. “john b, i don’t know what it is man, but she’s different. i just know it.” john b cackled, “she’s not different. she’s a kook, i mean come on… she hangs out with topper. that says enough.” jj rolled his eyes, obviously annoyed. “you just don’t like her because she associates with sarah’s ex.” he shakes his head. “no, that’s not the reason jj. your mind is just fogged up, because you clearly aren’t thinking straight.” jjs anger was boiling up, and before he did something he would regret, he decided to just walk off.

jj stormed away. he continued walking despite john bs attempt of calling out to him to stop. he was trying to clear his mind, he genuinely liked you, so much that he felt the need to tell john b. jj wouldn’t usually be this upset, but when john b of all people disapproves because you are a kook, when the girl he is dating is sarah, it angers him. after ten minutes of air, and chilling out, he returns to john bs house.

once inside he sees you and kie. he was completely caught off guard. “oh? you’re here.” jj spoke to you, causing you to look up. “hey jj. yeah, i decided to stop by before my shift. do you want to join us? we’re playing uno.” your smile immediately lifts a smile to jj's face. “sure i’ll play some uno.” he approaches the table, and you deal him seven cards.

kie was the only one who semi liked you. obviously she wasn't ecstatic about you, but she was open to tolerating you. as time went on, she started to enjoy your company, she realized you weren’t that bad, and despite being a kook, the two of you related on many things.

“first card is a yellow two. jj can go first.” you stare at him, waiting patiently for his move. his heart was beating fast, as he tried to pick a card. as he placed a yellow seven, john b walked in. “why is she here?” you didn’t miss the sharp tone that lingered in john bs voice. “oh, i decided to stop by. i’m sorry, i should have asked.” you stand up, reaching for your jacket. “that’s right. you should have asked. you can’t just show up to someone’s house randomly. it’s weird.” you frown, not realizing until now that he didn’t trust you enough to even be considered an acquaintance.

“she’s welcomed here whenever she wants to be, john b.” jj spoke up for you. kie backing him up by softly saying yeah. “no. she’s not. it’s my house jj, and i don’t appreciate you inviting random kook strangers over. she’s not a pogue. she’s not like us. meaning; she’s not welcomed here.” you frown at his words. you quickly feel out of place and you rush to the door, pulling your shoes on. “i’m going to go.” you spoke up, grabbing your purse. “good. see you!” john b exclaimed, watching you walk out the front door and down the steps.

“what the fuck bro?” jj stared at john b waiting for an explanation. “what?” jjs eyes narrowed on his, he couldn’t be serious could he? “why do you always do that shit bro? i mean honestly. what makes her any different from sarah?” john b shakes his head. “don’t even compare them. they aren't similar.”

jj scoffs, “oh they’re not?” jj begins to expose the similarities but john b shuts it down immediately. “jj i’m not going to explain myself to you anymore. i don’t like her, and i don’t want her over here.” jj groans in frustration. “if only you got to know her man, then you’d know how amazing she is. i mean ask kie. kie thought she was annoying at first and now they can be in the same room without being in a yelling match.” kie nodded, listening in but staying mostly silent.

“fine. the only reason i’m agreeing is because you hate kooks too, which means you might be right. about her.” john b sighs, giving up. “thank you. please, even if you decide you still don’t like her, please just consider getting to know her.” he pleads, “i already said i will.” john b rolled his eyes, jj smiles, “okay. we should invite her to hang out with us after pope gets off work.” they all nod in agreement, planning something so they could see if they wanted you to join their party.

the pogues had planned on inviting you to the wreck, and then to a mini trip on the hms pogue, for a boat ride. you were ecstatic, excited that they wanted to actually hang out with you. you think hard, trying to find a perfect outfit. you didn’t want to overdress, or underdress, and you didn’t want to look bad. after deciding on a simple outfit and swimsuit, you head to the wreck.

you see the group in the back corner. when you walk inside, jj is the first to spot you. a smile spreads to his lips, as he waves you over to join them. you sit down by john b, jj sitting on the other side of you. “hey.” you say shyly, not entirely sure if this whole thing was a set up. you were hopeful it wasn’t, but you could never be too sure.

“hey, thanks for coming.” pope said. you smile brightly at him, “thanks for inviting me.” pope nods. your stomach was hurting by how nervous you were. jj made small talk with you, as you guys were waiting for kiara. you weren’t entirely sure what they were planning, you were just glad to be a part of it.

“alright guys. here’s the scraps.” kiara walked to your table, setting down a bowl of fries, and then a plaster of burgers. you smile softly, jj and john b immediately grabbing the food. you wait, not entirely hungry since you ate before you left. jj offered you a bite of his burger, “oh thanks!” you laugh slightly as you bite from where he had bitten, enjoying the taste, “hey you actually have mustard right there.” you smiled as you spread mustard on jj’s face. you couldn’t help the giggles erupting from you, as jj’s mouth opened wide in shock. “oh really? well you seem to have some ketchup-” his finger rubbed ketchup on your cheek. “all over…” he gestured to your face. “hey! give me a napkin.” you ask for a napkin and jj laughs. “no.” you immediately look over to pope, giving him a smile. “may i have a napkin?” you ask. he smiles, “sorry jay.” he hands you a napkin and you wipe the ketchup off your face.

“thank you pope. i like you. unlike some people at this table…” you look at jj and he’s just smiling like a maniac. pope laughs. “glad that you think so highly of me just because i handed you a napkin.” you nod, eating a french fry before glancing at john b. he was awfully quiet. “john b?” you question. he looks up at you. “yes?” annoyance already rolling off his tongue. “are you okay?” he rolled his eyes. “yes. even if i wasn’t, i wouldn’t confide in you about it.” you frown.

you wait a second, trying to think of how to lighten the mood. “you know what we need to do?” you look from pope to jj, to finally john b, poking at his arm. “what?” john b looks up at you. you tap jj’s stomach, indicating to him to stand up. he stands up, making room for you to be able to move out of the booth. you poke john bs side. “we need to dance.” you grab john b's hand, doing anything possible to lighten his mood. his frown was still hung on his lips. he hesitated and followed you to the middle of the restaurant. jj and pope stay back at the booth.

you lean over the counter, asking kie to play a song she knows john b would enjoy. “john b. you just need to calm down, and relax. you just need to dance like nobody's watching.” he stares at you, shocked. “it’s okay. i’ll do it with you.” his favorite song started playing, and you began to awkwardly dance. he laughed at your ridiculous moves. he held back from joining in, he didn’t want you to win. you began to break out dancing, and he can’t help but laugh. you look up as someone enters the restaurant. a smile flies to your face. “sarah!!!” she runs up to you.

“hey!!! i didn’t know you guys would be here.” you smile, still swaying slightly to the music. “sarah i would have definitely invited you if i knew you were free.” she nodded at your words. “all good girly, we still good for monday?” you smile, “of course.” john b stared, confused by this whole interaction. not only did you know sarah, you were actually friends with her. you had plans to hang out with her. maybe he was wrong, maybe jj was the one who was right. maybe, you actually were similar to sarah.

“do you want to join us?” you ask, sarah grabbed your hand spinning you around before breaking out in a fit of laughter. “stay another minute here with you losers… i’ll pass.” you jokingly act offended, “hey!” she shakes her head. “only kidding. i definitely would, but my dad wants me home. he claims he has a fun night planned but it’ll probably just consist of watching a movie and eating from here.” you nod. “well have fun with that.” you spoke, she smiles, “you know i always do.” you roll your eyes at her joke, she walks away grabbing her to go food before she disappears from the restaurant. “hey i’m gonna go take a sip of water.” you move back to the booth, jj refusing to move so you end up sitting on his lap. you sip water as you catch your breath from dancing.

john b heads straight to kiara. “how long have they been friends?” he asked abruptly. “her and sarah?” kie questions, pointing at you. he nods, “yeah.” kiara laughs, “they’ve been buddies for years. they didn’t get super close until a month or two ago.” he nods at her words. he was still shocked. he looked back at the booth, seeing you sat on jjs lap, his hands held firmly around your waist. you were speaking to pope, and he actually looked interested in what you were saying.

john b had just realized that he had the wrong idea of who you were. whether sarah made him realize that or not, he definitely didn’t want to hold a grudge with you, especially if sarah was your friend. john b walked back to the table, his attention on you. kiara had followed swiftly behind him. “let’s raise a toast.” the group was confused but they lifted their cups of water anyway. “to the newest member of our club.” his glass pointed in your way, his cup clashing with yours. you smile. john b was the only one you were worried about, and now he was saying he welcomes you.

the group cheers as you smile brightly. “thank you guys! i’m so excited for our future adventures.” you drink from your glass. the group waited for kiara’s shift to end before taking the hms pogue for a ride. you were sat by jj, pope to your left. kiara and john b talking as they directed the boat.

“well, welcome. you made it.” pope smiles, laughing slightly. “i did, isn’t that crazy. john b hated me like 6 hours ago.” jj laughs, “classic john b for you.” you nod at his words. pope, jj, john b, kiara, and you, talked all night, watching the stars as you guys got closer. it was so much fun, and today’s events allowed you to become a permanent group member.

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[todoscript]

SEQUEL TO  “don’t forget it”

SYNOPSIS: One week after accidentally blowing you off on your date, Bakugou Katsuki seeks your forgiveness.

pairing: bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

genre: fluff, very little angst

word count: 5.4k+

warnings: none really accept maybe a character sustaining an injury

author’s note: hellooooo this is a very very very late part 2 of my don’t forget it drabble that many people asked for! i hope this lived up to your expectations and was worth the wait!

Since the events that led you to leave Bakugou’s room in a fit of bitterness after attempting to penetrate that thick head of his, he hadn’t been able to speak to you for a week.

It goes without saying he did his best to chase you down the hallway from his room and toward the elevator the moment he realized his faults. But at the stink eye you shot him through the minimizing slit of the elevator doors sliding into place, he knew he had no right to reconcile with you after pulling a stunt like that. Nor did he think you’d want to spare him any more words to begin with. It was clear you were done arguing with him.

“C’mon man, it’s probably best to let her cool down before you try to make up with her,” was the advice Kirishima offered when Bakugou returned to his room, disgruntled as he heavily fell back into his seat next to the desk. He did the bare minimum to acknowledge his friend’s words with a grunt before resuming tutoring the redhead, his method of teaching suddenly harsher than how it began thanks to his soured mood. He lapsed the day away by pounding Kirishima with problems upon problems against that hard noggin of his, both literally and figuratively.

At the very least, Kirishima earned himself a passing grade on their exam as a result of his hard work and their rigorous tutoring sessions. But what followed Bakugou’s and your relationship was still undetermined.

Days later and you were relentless in giving him the cold shoulder.

Bakugou was met with nothing but empty glances and blatant disinterest whenever he crossed your path. It felt like the wall you slotted between him grew another layer at each encounter, your defenses so impenetrable, it could give Kirishima’s quirk a run for its money. He couldn’t so much as utter a word in your direction without you effectively dodging every possible interaction in favor of joining another conversation nearby.

At first, Bakugou shrugged it off, calling your “childish attitude” unwarranted for something he thought was incredibly trivial. In his eyes, it was just an ordinary date at some run-of-the-mill restaurant he just happened to suggest to you because he took a liking to their spicy food. Not like it was some fancy dinner reservation serving caviar on dry toast beside a pretty, city night skyline. To him, it was nothing special.

However, as the week continued to roll by, it became clear to him how much he hurt you due to his selfishness. In a hangout with the Bakusquad, he learned that you apparently told Mina, along with the rest of the girls, everything during one of your girls’ nights. Which included the events prior to your heated argument in Bakugou’s dorm. And Mina, being just as peeved as you were at how Bakugou stood you up that day, had to let the blond know of the damage he’d done.

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“I swear, Bakugou Katsuki, I know you can be an asshole sometimes—”

“Make that all the time,” Sero quietly adds in the middle of Mina’s rant while he lounges backward on Kaminari’s bed. If it wasn’t for his current dilemma, Bakugou would have elbowed him in the back of the head.

“—but this is crossing the line!” she finishes. Her arms are thrown exaggeratedly over her chest. The amber surrounded by the black scleras of her eyes points a beady look at the ash-blond crisscrossed on the floor between Kirishima and Kaminari.

“Poor girl sat there for hours waiting for you, only to find out she got blown off because you couldn’t even properly check your reminders!” She paces back and forth in the room, feet excessively stepping across the floor as she’s engulfed by the emotions she feels for her friend. “What’s worse? She comes back and finds out you’ve been doing your own thing with Kirishima the whole time!”

“Hey! It’s not like we were playing around! We were actually having a very serious study grind, thank you very much,” the redhead immediately clarifies. Though his explanation doesn’t alleviate Bakugou’s case in the slightest, who pounds his palms against the surface of the table they’ve gathered around.

“Look. I fucking get it, Ashido. I screwed up, okay?! Now what the fuck do you want me to do about it?!” he exclaims, anger overpowering his voice, but it does little to deter Mina.

“Fix it, obviously!” she quips back with equal fierceness, leaning in eye level with Bakugou.

“And how do you propose I do that, Raccoon Eyes? Hah?” Repositioning his elbow to rest on the table, he leans his cheek against his hand. “Y/n won’t even let me within five fucking feet in front of her and you still expect me ‘fix this’?”

Despite the situation weighing heavily on his shoulders, no immediate answer is bestowed upon him. That is, except the obnoxiously loud crinkle of a chip bag popping open next to Bakugou that cleaves into the scene like a record scratch. As if unable to read the mood in his own room, Kaminari fishes a chip to throw in his mouth, stirring the awkward silence into tension.

“Wow, Bakugou. I know you’re bad with girls and all, but you really messed up this time,” he remarks. His voice is slightly muffled as he munches his chips, continuing to wrinkle the bag for more. It incites a vein to swell on Bakugou’s forehead. He amasses all the willpower within him not to blast the bag of chips to ash, and the boy alongside it.

“If you dunce faces are just gonna sit here and throw salt in my wound then I’m outta here.”

“No, wait!” Kirishima catches Bakugou’s wrist before he fully lifts himself off the floor. “Come on, Bakugou, I’m sure we can think of something! We just need to put our heads together! Right, guys?” he assures. Finding it hard to deny his friend’s hardened conviction, Bakugou gives Kirishima the benefit of the doubt, albeit with slumped shoulders and a tentative raise of his brow as he slowly sits back down.

“Right! Everyone, let’s get some brainstorming done!” Mina yells encouragingly.

The atmosphere of Kaminari’s room is consumed by moderately thoughtful silence for the next ensuing minutes. A few hums pass, followed by an exchange of contemplative looks as four of the five rack their heads together to uncover a solution. The one in need of help only hunches in his seat, waiting with mild disinterest.

“Oh hey, don’t we have hero training with All Might tomorrow?” Sero is the first to comment, scooting to the edge of the blond’s bed.

“Yeah. So?”

“He said we were going to work on group exercises this time around. You know, teamwork and stuff,” he explains further.

At that, Mina snaps her fingers, the work of a brilliant idea flickering in her head. “Sero, that’s it! Tomorrow, during training, we’ll just form a group together with Y/n! After all, she’ll have to talk to Bakugou if you two are on the same team!” She claps her hands in front of her, her enthusiasm rippling through her body and shown energetically with each raise of her voice. “Then, while the rest of us ‘split up’ to cover more ground, that will be your chance to make everything better with Y/n! It’s genius!”

“You missed one fucking crucial detail, Pinky,” Bakugou gruffs. “That will only work if Y/n doesn’t join another group. The moment she sees I’m on yours, she’s not even going to hesitate making a u-turn.”

“Worry not~ I’ll just text all the girls except Y/n about the plan later and ask them to help sort everyone out!” She solves the problem with relative ease—quick as a click of her phone lighting up and finger sliding open to her messages.

“Uh, another thing though.” Kirishima raises his hand to spare his concern. “All Might says we’ll be splitting into groups of five at most, but there’s already five of us here.”

There’s a brief moment of deadpanning until Mina speaks casually. “Oh, that’s right. Kaminari. Take one for the team and make sure to join another group, ‘kay?” She settles without batting a lash.

Kaminari almost chokes on a mouthful of chips. “H-Huh?! What?! Why me?!!” he sputters.

“Because you’ve been eating chips this entire time and haven’t contributed to anything.”

“Hey, I offered the room, didn’t I?!” He tries justifying but is inevitably rejected by Mina’s wagging finger.

“Ah-ah, no complaints! Besides, it’s only one day of training. If we want this dilemma between Bakugou and Y/n fixed then we all have to play our part, got it?” Mina finalizes with a firm point of her finger nearly grazing the tip of the blond’s nose as he leans back to avoid it, eyebrows scrunched in discontent at the role he’s been reduced to.

“Alllllright!” Kirishima springs from his seat with outstretched arms and tightened fists. “Operation: Get Y/n to Forgive Explosion Boy is underway!”

“Dude, that’s a terrible name!” Sero laughs but rises from the bed to join the redhead’s cheer alongside Mina, the group already in high spirits.

Despite rolling his eyes at their swell of confidence, Bakugou does not object to the state of things. As crazy as it sounds, one could almost decipher the cusp of a grin pulling the seams of his lips as a possible sign he’s actually all for this extravagant little plan. Quite a first for Bakugou, but then again, there’s not much else he can do in this situation except rely on his pack of chumps.

Meanwhile, Kaminari grumbles something beneath the salty grit between his teeth.

“Alright, can you all get out of my room now?”

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The scowl etched on your face carries a strong air of disdain that dampens the mood around your teammates considerably. Well, no one should be surprised. With Bakugou standing across from you, staring into the void of your expression, it’s to be expected that you wouldn’t be happy with this outcome.

No, “unhappy” doesn’t quite do your circumstance justice. You are beyond livid.

You feel your eyebrow twitch as you try quivering your lips to form a tinge of a smile. Unfortunately, all that quickly falls apart when you suddenly recall the disaster of last week, triggered by an accidental glance at Bakugou’s mug.

Trying to simmer down, you release a mental sigh amidst the turmoil boiling inside you.

Okay, maybe you’re over-exaggerating. Maybe you’re still just a bit too bitter for your own good and letting your emotions get to you. But in a class of twenty or some students, how did you end up in a group with the one person you were actively trying to avoid?

The moment All Might gave everyone the go-ahead to form their teams for today’s training exercise, you swiftly made a beeline toward two particular star students. Midoriya and Todoroki.

It was simple really. Your experiences throughout the school year told you Bakugou planned on staying away from his rivals when it came to teamwork, regardless of whether you’re there or not. He’s a competitive ass whose goal is to beat anyone he deems a threat in his climb to be the number one hero. It’s only logical you partner with people he adamantly dislikes to evade him.

Yet it seems fate has other plans for you today. By the time you found yourself pacing over to the two students you had in mind, they’d already gone and picked their own group members, forming teams before you could even ask.

Your nose wrinkles like you’ve taken a whiff of something rancid. Or, to be more specific, something fishy. Hooking an arm around Mina’s elbow, you drag the pink-haired girl off to a corner somewhere while tilting your head back at the three other boys.

“Ex. Cuse. Us.” Your words sound as stiff as cardboard. It comes out in practically a hiss when your eyes cross Bakugou. Once you’re positive you’re out of earshot, you whip your head at Mina.

“Mina, what the hell? When you dragged me over here to form a group with you you didn’t tell me he’d be there,” you groan. Childish and petty as you may sound, you just couldn’t fathom the idea of confronting the boy so soon.

Mina holds her hands out, ready to rationalize the whole ordeal. “C’mon Y/n, this is actually an advantage for us! With us four plus you on our team, we’re sure to knock the rest of the other guys out during training today! I mean we showed pretty good teamwork together at the sports festival, didn’t we?”

Steadying your gaze, you hold a finger below your chin as you slowly buy into the explanation. The reasoning is there. It’s hard to argue against a case like that, fully aware that being on the same team as explosion boy will easily snag good results for you and your party. ‘Cause as much of an arrogant jerk as he is, you have to admit Bakugou Katsuki knows his way around hero action like the back of his grenade gauntlets.

“Besides it’s not like you could avoid him for the entire school year. I mean, you two are in the same class. It was only a matter of time before you had to—”

“I know, Mina,” you interject, not wanting the rest of her sentence about the inevitable fall to your ear. “I just… Agh, you know what I mean!” You ruffle your hands through your hair in confliction, unsure how to piece your thoughts together.

Tilting your head over Mina’s shoulder, you sneak a glimpse at Bakugou, watching him as he’s cast to the side with the others. He’s fending himself from Kirishima and Sero’s combined jokes, that usual look on his face sending glares at the two and yelling something you could almost pick up on if you honed your ears a bit more. Surprisingly, when his eyes meet yours for a split second, he stands there looking nonchalant again. Both of you immediately avert your gazes.

Mina pats your shoulder, bringing you back to the conversation at hand. “I know, I know, but after this, I’m sure you can go back to ignoring his ass. After all, it’s just one training exercise, right?” she says. As her words deliver some relief to your ill-timed situation, you give in with a sigh.

Unbeknownst to you, turning your back to Mina and striding toward the rest of your teammates again, you miss the small glint in her yellow eyes, along with the subtle gestures she aims at the three boys, waving her pointed thumbs over your head secretively.

“So I take it you’re on the team with us, Y/n?” Sero asks when the two of you return. You nod in reply and the boy flashes his pearly whites in a wide grin that Kirishima mirrors. He nudges Bakugou at his sides which you subtly catch in the far corner of your eye.

You raise a brow suspiciously at their fidgeting, wondering why having you on their team warrants such enthusiasm, but you’re thankful for their energy at least. Someone has to lift the atmosphere for this not to be a complete drag and Bakugou surely isn’t going to be the mood maker of the group.

The blond scoffs. “Yeah, well, if you dumbasses are going to form a team with me, you’ll follow under my leadership, got it?”

The three readily agree. Though you roll your eyes, you don’t challenge his position, considering no one else is that much up to the task as he is. You’ll simply have to deal with the fact that you’re forced to tread through the day under his leadership. So with no objections, the five of you walk back to the class, gathering around the entrance of today’s battlefield.

Jumping into the activity, All Might goes about explaining today’s lesson to the four sets of teams—consisting of a group exercise to heighten teamwork. The name of the game? Capture the flag.

In short, each team will be split off into different sections of the labyrinth where their assigned flag is stationed. The objective is to not only protect your flag from being stolen but also try and steal an opposing team’s flag from their base and escort it safely to your home field. Nice and simple.

Not long after All Might’s explanation, the gate to the training grounds opens and you all scatter off into your teams, navigating through the twists of the maze to locate your flags. Once your group situated themselves onto your home base, you assemble in a huddle to devise a strategy before the game starts.

“So what’s the plan?” Kirishima asks, eyes darting around his teammates until they rest on Bakugou—the team leader. The ash-blond crosses his arms, a confident sneer plastered on his face as he’s already thought of his plan of action the moment All Might announced the mission.

“Easy. I’m going straight to the front-lines to swipe one of those dumbasses’ flags. You lot are gonna stay here and guard ours until I come back.” He delivers the strategy in a matter-of-fact tone that you quickly don’t take a liking to. Your fist curls in irritation.

“What kind of a plan is that?” you question audaciously, your voice louder than you intended. “So you’re just going to do all the work while we sit around and wait for you?”

Bakugou grits his teeth, leaning further into the huddle to direct his senseless logic. “Look, it’s the fastest and most surefire way to snag our victory without sacrificing anyone,” he says. Playing over his words again, he finds it surprising he even chooses to offer his reasoning. Because if it were anyone other than you he was arguing with, he’s certain he’d leave it at that.

Knowing the current tension between you was a result of his misjudgment, it feels only right for Bakugou to make an effort in communication. He ignores the antsy expressions belonging to the others who signal from behind you to follow along with their original plan.

You don’t seem to catch the hint, nor do you buy into his ridiculous strategy. “Oh, so you’re that confident you won’t get taken out by the other team then?” you quip. As a result, Bakugou’s brows tighten at your noncompliance.

“I know how to take care of myself. You of all people should realize by now that no other nerd in this whole damn class can outmatch me.”

“And what about an ambush? How do you know they simply won’t anticipate your strategy and see you coming?” You fire another counterargument and the boy purses his lips, beginning to find this quarrel spiraling into a headache rather than a step in the direction of reconciliation.

While Sero and Kirishima stand there, shifting their heads back and forth throughout the fiery exchange, Mina speedily reacts. The gears of that cunning mind of hers click into place again.

“You know what, Y/n’s right. Why don’t you two go together then?” she proposes boldly. Her suggestion catches you by complete surprise. You veer in her direction with an incredulous look blown in your eyes.

Before you can open your mouth to protest, the two boys standing beside her immediately back her up.

“Hm, Mina has a point. The chances of you falling into a trap wouldn’t be much if you two work together,” Sero remarks.

Kirishima follows, “Yeah, you guys can watch each other’s backs while going to collect the flag! It’s safer to go in a pair than by yourselves I’d say.”

The three seem adamant about the idea, sharing equally content expressions, and with all that said, you find it hard to dig yourself out of this situation. In a way, you practically volunteered yourself after questioning Bakugou’s plan and doubting his abilities. The group only feels it’s right you come along as his support since you clearly must be worried about his well-being.

Pushing your objections down your throat, you reluctantly agree to tag along with the blond. What you find exceptionally shocking is how Bakugou doesn’t oppose these new conditions. Given his hard-headed temperament, you thought he would’ve scoffed and turned his back at being paired without notice, but no such things were happening here.

...Odd.

“Tch, whatever. Let’s get going then,” is all he gives, starting in the direction into the urban area of the training course.

You trail behind him. “Coming, Boom-Boy…” you mutter the last bit but don’t suppress the urge to let your words be known. Bakugou turns his head and gives you a look akin to an uptight six-year-old you just offended at your local playground. You shrug in response, a corner of your lip pinched upward. He doesn’t pick a fight over the nickname, but his eyebrows remain fiercely slanted, and coupled with his heavy steps and the excessive swinging of his gauntlet-clad arms, it tells you of his emotional constipation plain as day.

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The journey toward the other teams’ flags is cloaked in strained silence and the physical gap between you two does not encourage any of you to speak up. At this point, both of your levels of annoyance for each other have mellowed out. Now it just feels... awkward—strange. You don’t see his expression, nor does he see yours. It feels like you’re being left in the dark, having only the back of Bakugou’s head to stare at the entirety of the way, and though you supposedly have his back, Bakugou feels precarious in this state as he trudges along at the front, not daring to turn his head to cross your eyes.

The ambiance is reminiscent of the ancient Greek legend of Orpheus and Eurydice. Where Bakugou walks through the depths of the underworld, seeking you out in hopes you’d join his side once again. If he turns around now and spills his thoughts to you too soon, he fears that your forgiveness would be whisked away, thoroughly beyond his reach, and replaced with your promises of retribution.

That was the eloquent version of the situation anyway. To put it bluntly, Bakugou was just impatient as hell to say something to you. The silence suffocates him to the point where the words are nearly about to be squeezed out of his throat, but he bites his lip to snuff out the urges.

The more he keeps them in, the more fidgety he becomes, hands itchy and mouth trembling with grit between his teeth. The idea of not letting his voice be heard was something Bakugou detested. Mainly because it was already such a challenge to even keep his mouth shut, given his fiery attitude and lack of patience.

Man, what the hell am I hesitating for? he asks himself, that outspoken side of him spurring him on.

Ah, screw the uncertainty, he thinks. If he doesn’t say anything now, then he won’t get to say anything ever.

Bakugou stops in his tracks, turning his head. Here goes nothing,

“Hey, Y/n, I–”

“Katsuki–”

Words collide into each other, jumbled and incoherent, which take you two by surprise as you meet each other’s furrowed gazes. It’s quiet as you both piece your way through this, eyes trained like you haven’t seen each other in months when the reality is that a week of bitterness has somehow made you act like strangers. The bewildered look crossing his features is foreign to you; you’ve never quite seen Bakugou as taken aback as he is now.

“You first,” you grant before Bakugou could mix up your words again. Even being given permission, the blond still isn’t sure what to say, his thoughts lost on him the moment his voice clashed with yours. He takes a deep breath, calming his senses and steadying his mind for what he wants to convey.

“Look, Y/n, I don’t know how to put this as nicely as I can,” he begins, tone consistent yet wary, assessing your expression, “but I know I fucked up and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left you there all by yourself. I shouldn’t… have blown you off like that and forgotten about you.” He delivers this bluntly—honestly—as open as a boy of his nature can muster with arms spread out, willingly exposing him to his faults and your reprisals.

Looking at you, he finds your eyes are cast to the floor, assuming to be reflecting on his words carefully. After some deliberation, you come across the vermillion in his eyes.

“Frankly, I haven’t entirely forgiven you just yet. But I will say that despite how I’ve been acting, I’m not as mad at you as you think,” is what you give, and Bakugou would be lying to himself if he didn’t achieve relief at your statement. He mentally releases a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding throughout the exchange. However, you aren’t done yet.

“I just want you to understand what moments like those mean to me. It’s during that time where I can share my feelings and learn more about you—understand who you are,” you say. Bakugou latches onto every word. “And it goes both ways, you know. It’s hard to want to stay in a relationship with someone who doesn’t make an effort to make time for you.” It’s obvious you aim that comment at him as Bakugou’s eyes soften slightly hearing it. His calloused, glove-clad hands wrap into his palms. Man, he really was a jerk.

“Still… I know you’re making an effort to be sincere and that you’re genuinely sorry for what happened, especially considering how the others seem to have set this whole conversation up, right?” Bakugou winces over the Bakusquad’s ploy coming to light and makes a note not to follow along next time unless those dummies can scrape up a more elaborate plan.

Despite that, he presses on, “So, what does this mean?” A smile settles on the curve of your lips, sensing his impatience as his voice hastens you along.

“Well…” you begin, speech drawn out in anticipation as you step toward him to where Bakugou follows your movements. That is until he catches a few shadowy figures shifting around atop the small building behind you. Before you can open your mouth to continue, his instincts flare to life.

“Hey, look out!” he exclaims, already acting on his warnings by lunging forward to push you out of the way. Your breaths draw back into your lungs, your body thrust abruptly into the opposite direction. Landing on your butt, you wince at both the shock and the pain, but your whines desist when you witness Bakugou taking a force to the head as a result of coming to your aid.

“Katsuki!” you yell, immediately getting off the ground to rush to his side, but he can’t find it in himself to respond. Afflicted with a substantial blow to the crown of his head, his whole being throbs and his vision spins.

Fuck, is Y/n, okay? is the first thing on his mind, ignoring the liquid trickling down his forehead. His question is answered upon turning his head to meet your anxious expression—your eyes wide and lips quivering as they move to say words he can’t exactly make out beneath the pounding sensations consuming his mind. As he feels a set of arms wrap around him, he tries discerning his surroundings to form a reply, but can only capture bits and pieces.

“—tsuki! ...old… n!”

“...god—! I’m so dead!”

A sputter of words tangling together is the last he hears before his vision fades to black.

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The next time Bakugou awakes, his eyes slowly sever open to come face-to-face with a blurry white ceiling. The lights assault his vision as his senses take time to adjust, unraveling the environment to realize he’s laying on a bed—a hospital bed to be precise.

He attempts lifting himself but is met with retaliation in the form of his pulsating head which he immediately flinches at. His hand goes to rub his scalp to soothe the ache and he finds bandages wrapped tightly around him. “What the hell happened?” The last he remembers is traversing the urban area with you for the capture the flag mission before finally confronting the subject that had been plaguing your minds for a week now. After that, he caught sight of some object descending toward you and before he had even realized it, his feet had moved on their own. Next thing he knows, he’s waking up in the nurse’s office with a headache from hell.

Wait, what about you? Were you okay? Surely, he had to have pushed you out of the way in time, right?

His head moves quicker than it should’ve, revealing the other hospital bed in the room to be unoccupied, vacant. He sighs and his relief is further bolstered by the door to the nurse’s room opening to unveil you unharmed with only your heavy look of concern troubling him.

“Katsuki, oh thank god, you’re okay!” you say, quickly pacing over to his side with a glass of water in hand. You leave it at his bedside, sitting before him. Gauging your appearance up and down, Bakugou tries making out even the smallest details.

“You aren’t hurt?”

You’re appalled he would ask this despite clearly being the one patched up in a hospital bed right now, and likely sporting some serious head trauma.

“Of course I am, you’re the one that lunged forward to protect me,” you tell him. Bakugou looks down at his lap, figuring that was what happened, but hearing it from you comforted him more than he thought. However, his comfort is wretched from him by the intense pressure persisting in his skull. Seeing him in pain, you urge him to lay down and rest.

“How the hell did I end up here anyway?”

You fidget with your fingers, hesitating on answering. At that, the blond lifts a brow, suspicious.

“Mineta… accidentally dropped a rock on your head.”

“...You gotta be joking, right?”

Bakugou leers hard, finding the reason he was out of commission to be a damn pebble hitting his head a detriment to his pride. And because of Mineta of all fucking people. Still, if he hadn’t acted as quickly as he did, you would’ve been the one to meet his fate instead, and he weighed this outcome to better than the former.

Then you explain how the teachers had temporarily intervened to bring his unconscious body to the nurse’s, where the old lady went about tending to his injury. Said she did her job and all he needed was to rest and let her quirk take fuller effect within that time.

“So did we win the game?” He switches the topic to today’s mission of capture the flag that was cut short on his end.

You shake your head, but at least grant him the benefit of knowing Mineta’s team ended up placing last. At that, his eyelids shut and he crosses his arms behind his bandaged head. “Yeah, well, it wasn’t my intention to win anyway.”

You give him a look. “...Liar.”

Bakugou cracks an eye open at you. “Hah? What do you mean I’m a fucking liar?”

“I know you, Katsuki. I dated you, after all. And the Katsuki that I dated is an arrogant, competitive jerk who thinks of being the best above all else.” Bakugou scrunches his nose, wondering what you’re implying through your... overly frank descriptions. “Still… he’s sweet and caring at times… and reliable when he needs to be,” you continue, tone softening that draws Bakugou in, “And the kind of guy I want to give a second chance to.”

Absorbing your words, Bakugou blinks. “S-Seriously?” He doesn’t mean to stutter, but the offer catches him off-guard. He replays what you just said. That’s what he heard, right? A second chance?

You giggle at how uncharacteristically astonished he sounds. “Yes, seriously.”

“Does that mean you forgive me for what happened last week?”

You hum between pursed lips in playful contemplation. “Well, maybe you can redeem yourself by going on another date with me then?”

Hearing your proposal, a wide grin arcs his lips, edging into a smirk.

“That’s it? Well, I can definitely fucking do that,” he states, confidence rejuvenating his body at the new, hopeful chance before him.

“Oh, just one more thing though,” you suddenly add.

“What?”

“We are not going to that Chinese Restaurant again.”

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-Giving head for the first time

-Sakusa, Atsumu, Hirugami, Boktuo

a/n: this was inspired by me thinking about being the first person omi gives head to </3 

first post of the year!

18+ Minors DNI

-Kiyoomi Sakusa 

Again, give and take.

This isn't the first time hes seen your bare cunt, exposed to the world, him being in it and making a mess multiple times.

You assured him that he didn't have to go down on you due to his “predicament”.

 You said that just touching and kissing him was enough, and you were right, everytime leaving you soaked.

But he insisted, it internally hurting his pride of whether he could get you off, and also believing that's what a good boyfriend should do. Bless his heart 

You returned the thought, wanting to suck him off, but he declined saying maybe later.

You eventually did before him, now wanting to get you off even more because of the guilt that you've given him head but not the opposite.

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“Yoomi'' you whined as he opened your legs, him facing you needy cunt. You've never been so shy in your life, him staring at it for what felt like forever, not moving an inch.

“Baby” you started, uncovering your eyes with your hands and moving them down to his head. “You don't have too” you softly continued, gently stroking his cheek with your fingers getting tangled in his locks. 

This isn't just his first time with you, it's his first time with anybody. Yes he was confident in everything he did, but that was because he had practiced before. And also he wanted to do good for you, worrying if he was going to be good enough even though he would never admit that outloud. 

But you already knew, making your heart flutter that he would go to such lengths for you, getting you even wetter without him touching you. 

He moves his head closer to your entrance, slowly taking your hands off his face and putting them in his hair, gently grabbing it. He started kissing around it, natural instincts coming into play, gripping your legs.

You let out a whimper as he bit the sensitive area around your thighs, he looked up to make out if that was a good or bad one, quickly seeing your head roll back with your eyes, instilling confidence in him.

“Fuck yoomi, please” You moaned shoving your greedy cunt into his face. He usually wouldn't tolerate this attitude, but seeing as he's doing this for you, he lets it slide and at last connects his lips to your swollen clit. 

He works his tongue making you let out a string of cries and whines getting him painfully hard. As much and he wanted to make himself feel good, he reminded himself that this was all for you and him now , putting all of his work into both of his hands and mouth.

He continued flicking his tongue making you arch your back, now roughly grabbing his hair, not letting him up, getting lost in your own world, feeling prideful that he could make you feel this good.

He was in his own world too right now, not even worrying about the mess he was in, even admiring it. “Fuck doll” he groaned, his face still buried deep in your cunt, your movement getting eratic, letting him know you were close.

“I-im gonna cum- yoomi… please!” You begged, feeling like you were about to tip over and the only thing keeping you stable was his touch.

“Cum for me.” he muttered, taking his lips slightly off enough to reposition them, placing them in the spot he knew you loved.

“Fuck” you cried gripping onto hair even stonger making you see white while cumming all over him, drowning him in more of a mess. 

Coming back to reality, realizing what you've done, now hiding your face again. You knew he wasn't mad at you, and he was trying his hardest not to care about being soaked in your cum.

“I love you” he commented, already proving it but reminding you in a different form.

“I know” you giggled, feeling his cock, still stunningly hard. “lemme take care of you now?” 

-Atsumu Miya

Boy is needy asf

But you're his shy little virgin gf, which he respects, even though he's been daydreaming about him in between your legs.

So one day you finally get there after kissing for what seems like hours.

He makes you look him in the eyes, making sure you're actually okay with this, and not just going along with it because you don't want him to get upset.

 He loves, and I mean loves, watching you squirm and cry out because of him.

It makes his ego rise causing him to be more cocky, shoving his face back into you like he would die if he didn't get a taste.

When you finally cum for the nth time while he's eating you out he's puts that to rest, then fingers you till you pass out, crying out his name, saying that you can't take it anymore even though you could

What a good boyfriend < 3

-

“Tsum- ahh” you moaned sitting on his lap, grinding on his erection, making your pussy wetter than you've ever got it before.

“You gonna let me take care of you?”  he kissed into your skin making you let out another whine.

“Hmm baby?” he grinned seeing you in such an already fucked out state with him barely even touching you. “Cmere doll.” he said flipping you over so that you were now on your back and he was above you.

“Dont hide that pretty face, lemme see you.” he gently said, not wanting to overstress you, wanting to put all his energy into taking care of you. “Good girl.” he praised after you shyly removed your hands, now just laying there.

“You sure u want this baby?” he asked, looking you deeply in your eyes, stroking your cheek with one of his hands. “….y-yeah” you replied, grabbing him by the shoulder dragging him in for another kiss.

“Needy little thing” he muttered, dragging his fingers across your oh so wet panties. “I should just give you my dick huh, you'd like that baby wouldn't you?” he teased dragging them off finally seeing your pretty little pussy for himself. 

“Just playing baby.” he said, moving his head down to be face to face with your cunt. “wouldn't wanna break ya.”  

“Tsumie please” you could only moan at the thought of being stuffed full, feeling his breath on you, increasing the wetness between your legs.

“There she is! My pretty girl at last opening up...You wanna tell me what you want princess?” he teased again.

“Y-you-”

“Hmm can't hear you” he said cutting you off, his lips now hovering over your clit.

“Y-our mou-th” you finally got out, feeling more embarrassed than ever to admitting what you desperately wanted. You were by no means a “good girl”. But you kept yourself closed off, not wanting a hit and run relationship, but the way you acted when you were needy was a whole different story, that he loved to pull out of you.

“Yes maam.” he uttered as he started kissing on it, it all being a foreign feeling to you, you never making yourself feel this good. 

He increased his pace going between sucking on your clit and licking it all up, leaving you a mess before his eyes, he was blessed. The fact he had someone as sweet and beautiful as you in his life made him want to worship the ground you walked on, devoting all his pleasure to you. 

He went back at it making you cum for the 3rd time, feeling pride that he got you off this easily, but not letting it get to his head, just yet.

“Ahhh!” you squealed feeling his finger suddenly inside you. “Shh relax baby” he said, to which you listened, letting him at last thrust his fingers inside of you. “Dont that feel good?”  

“Y-yeah f-fuck.” you moaned, not even trying to hold it back anymore. The pleasure of his mouth and fingers pushing you into your 4th orgasm today. 

You grabbed his wrist wanting the attention on you right now and not your throbbing cunt even though you loved the feeling and didn't want it to stop. He turned his head to see your pretty face once again, already reading your mind, locking eyes for what seems like forever, eventually smirking along with you, grabbing you back up in his arms saying “Oh were not even close to done baby.” 

  -Sachiro Hirugami

You had a bad day : (

So when you come home and immediately clinging to your boyfriend, he knows just what to do to cheer you up.

You haven't been dating for that long, only a few months, but he could tell by the way you greedily kissed him that you wanted more.

He grabs your lower back as you snuggle into him, letting you complain about your day, talking his ears off, listening as he should.

But what he starts to do, slowly sliding his hands down your shorts, making you go wide eyed then falling into his touch making you let out a few held back moans.

BUT HERE'S THE THING

He lets you rant about your day while you ride his face.

True love< 3

-

“Gamiii” you whined completely, losing focus. The tv in the background being muted in your mind, the only sense you're feeling right now is his touch.

“Hold on honey” he softly laughed repositioning you in his lap, you not being shy at all, being so needy for him with a pout adorning your face. He continued to listen about you rant about your day while kissing your neck every so often, hands gently but firmly holding onto your sides.

You stopped for a second, his hand getting extra close to your ass, did he mean it? You don't know, but what you did know was that it gave you butterflies, in your heart and pussy.

You moaned into his neck again, this time accompanied by your hips swinging back and forth, taking out your stress on your poor boyfriend, not that he minded. You could use him in any way you wanted. He just lived to please you.

“I got an idea love.” he said, taking your hand into his, playing with your fingers.

He laid down on the couch, you still in his lap, just moving you slightly with your hands now resting on his chest. He took your hand in his again pulling you towards his face, to your confusion. 

“If you wanted to kiss then we could have done it sitting.” you thought, missing the feeling in his lap. But before you could pout any longer he dragged you on even further, you mind guessing what was happening but your conscious not wanting to admit it.

You immediately got flustered, the fact that he was wanting you, to sit on his face, made your cheeks burn.

“A-are you sure” you mumbled out, feeling him grow in anticipation. “Yeah baby. If i wasn't thinking about it ever since you came home i wouldn't have”   

“Thinking… about me. Really?” you shyly confessed. “Of course love.” he said, sliding your shorts off along with your panites, wanting to taste you for so long. “All I do at work is think about you, wanting to touch you, feel you, kiss you.”

He finally got you to hover over his face, being nervous about the whole thing, wondering if he could handle your weight. But he assured you by pulling you down onto his lips, immediately sucking on your neglected clit. 

“nghh” you instantly moaned, trying to be more quiet, leaning back onto his waist, your hands supporting you there.

“No keep talking, lemme know what went wrong with your day angel.” he said putting you back onto his face.

“W-well, ahh, my bos-s made me-nggh, re-edo the who-le project… by mysel-lf” you got out, a few moans escaping here and there.

“By yourself?” he sated giving you a break. “Oh no baby.” he genuinely said, wrapping his lips around it once again. He was working magic beneath you making you feel weightless, taking the stress out of your body, making you feel oh so good.

“You're so lucky you've got a man like me huh?” he cooed, you feeling the smirk he had in between your legs. 

“Yeah,” you stated, voice shaky, not one trace of a lie being hidden. “yeah i am.”

-Kotaro Bokuto

Virgin!Bo!!! 

Baby boy is so nervous, never doing this before in his life, only using his fist and incredibly active mind.

But it's okay you’ll guide him through it, like to good gf you are.

He loves- no needs praise.

Moan out how good he's doing while grabbing his hair

That'll set something off in him, turning him into a whole different man between your legs

Making him grab and suck the life out of you, leaving tons of hickies and marks on your thighs

Good luck getting away from it once you've started it

-

“Am I doing it good?” he asked, voice muffled by your pussy, sitting on the floor between your legs as you rested on the bed.

“Yeah. fuck baby. You're doing so good, being such a good boy.” You praised not lying once. Fuck he was good. After all that time building up to this, him shying away because he was scared, not wanting to disappoint you.  

He looked up at you for approval; noticing this you let yourself go, not holding back any moans or sounds that wanted to escape your body, wanting him to know that he was doing such a good job. The bite marks, bruises and hickeys, along with your dripping wet cunt, being visible proof.

“fuck y/n” he groaned, being in distress, not knowing what to do, whether to take care of his hard cock or keep all his attention on you. 

He chose the latter, wanting to be your good boy, loving how hard you pulled his hair, and moaned his name. 

He continued making you cum another time before completely pausing himself, realizing what he'd just done.

“Hmm, what wrong baby?” you quickly said noticing his state, not caring about the pleasure anymore, just waiting to make sure your boyfriend was okay.

He didn't say anything but you noticed the blush on his cheeks, and the ruffled look on his face. Your eyes scanned down until you saw what the problem was.

“Aww baby, did you cum? Because of me!? How cute.” you giggled taking him his large frame into your arms, him letting you not waiting to be seen right now. It made your heart race that he go this worked up over you, the fact that calling hi a good boy sent him over the edge.

He was so embarrassed, wanting to hide in your chest forever, hoping that this was just a dream and not real. “Ko- look at me.” you said pulling dragging him out of your chest, him missing the warm comforting feeling of your boobs.

“Don't be embarrassed, that was hot.” you said assuring him that it was in fact not something to be ashamed of but instead embrace.

“C'mere “ you said, jestering him to sit on the bed, already getting on your knees. “Lemme show you how hot that was.”

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