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puckarchives · 4 months

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strawberry wine: l. hughes

blurb: in which luke is teased for how he treats you, but he doesn’t mind. Not if all of it’s for you / word count: 1.3k / pairing: luke hughes x fem!reader

You hadn’t meant to fall in love with him at first. When you first met Luke— right in the middle of your freshman year at UMich, where you were trying to balance the precarious work-social life balance— it wasn’t love at first sight. No, you were way too pessimistic for that. Instead, the love you had garnered for the curly haired boy was gratuitous— it was a simmering feeling you felt every time he turned his gaze on you, everytime he checked in with you via text or phone call when he was away, and the feeling of his heartbeat as he laid on your chest— the reminder that, above all, he had put you first.

Falling in love with Luke wasn’t an automatic fairy-godmother thing, but it was magic all the same — it was the feeling of coming up for air after being submerged underwater, the feeling of being in the sun after being inside for too long. It was a feeling you wanted to be embraced with all the time, really.

Now, though, you were hearing the extent at which Luke loved you — in your sleep induced haze while your head laid on Luke’s chest, and your legs extended over his lap. The two of you had made your way to the Hughes Family lake house for the first few weeks of the summer, where you were joined by Quinn and Jack, as well as some of your and Luke’s mutual friends from UMich; all the people you cared about, all under one roof.

As the summer grew, and the first week turned into the second, you could only feel how much your love had grown for the boy with the curls— the boy who had somehow made falling in love with an all-consuming feeling that you never wanted to let go of.

Now, though, as you listened to the conversation around you, your almost-sleep was interrupted when you heard Jack call to Luke— saying something along the lines of something “being clear,” and picking up on some changes in Luke’s behavior.

Now almost fully awake, you didn’t want to make yourself entirely known— not just yet. Luke and you had spoken about what to expect on the trip— the teasing and remarks that were sure to come from his brothers, the jokes that were sure to come out of Trevor or Duker at one point, and even the overprotectiveness for the only other woman in the house from Ellen. Now, through, you could tell the conversation was fully about you— and Luke.

“I’m just saying, man,” you could hear Jack start. “We’ve never seen you this whipped before! It’s liek you’re an entirely new man, Moose,” he finished, to where you heard the rest of the boys add in their own agreements. You felt Luke pull you even closer when he said that, and could feel the hand on your calve resume its soft movements— mishappen shapes and letters that didn’t really mean anything, but that Luke had gotten into the habit of doing whenever you were around.

“Name one time where that’s happened,” Luke said. “I might be in love, but I haven’t changed,” he said, and oh god— he was in love with you! Even if you were still supposed to be asleep the sole notioon that he’d say it in front of the people whose opinions he cared about so deeply made your heart melt even more. The truth was, you were in love with Luke as much as he was in lovr with you — he was your rock, your safe place, and above all else, the person you looked for in anything; the one who had captured your heart and kept it as close as he could to his own.

“C’mon, dude, you literally put your hand on the table corner when she dropped her cup the other day, just so she wouldn’t hit her head,” Quinn said from the opposite chair. “And, not to mention, you literally called Mom right after your first date with her, just to ask her how you did, and to see if she could help you see whatever signs Y/N was givign you” the boys laughed. While you had picked up on the things Luke did for you— including making sure you were always safe, that second thing wasn’t something you were aware of. Sure, you were both nervous wrecks on your first date, but you found him charming— especially when he had shown up at your dorm smartly dressed, and had brought flowers not only for you, but for your roommate too.

“Plus, remember that time Coach made you do extra liners because you showed up to practice with a hickey on your neck?” Duker said. “Wasn’t that after your sixth-month anniversary, or something? When you rented that hotel room to, and I quote, “treat her how she deserves to be treated?” C’mon Hughes, you’re a sap!” he finished.

Duke was right; you remembered that date almost vividly. Luke had spent so much on a grand hotel room, had taken you out to dinner at a nice restaurant, and, in the privacy of your own room, had danced with you for the entire night— had spun you around and around until the two of you ended up tangled in the white sheets, kisses being shared like secrets, and leaving them like brands on the entire expanse of his chest, his neck, and his mouth. The two of you had drank a third of a bottle of strawberry wine before you ended up on your tiptoes, Luke spinning you and leading you around the expanse of the entire room, before ultimately taking it further.

That night, you had become his, and he had become yours in a way that you had never imagined possible; regardless of either of your past experiences, you had felt love strum between the two of you in, as cliche as it sounds — magical way.

“So what, I care about her! Look at her, and tell me you wouldn’t give it all up” Luke said, but you could tell he wasn’t mad in the slightest. Sure, he was getting chirped at, but it was all in good fun, and he understood that; it must have been a strange thing, for both of his older brothers to see him so in love, and so ready to be tied down to you, that he didn’t even mind the teasing.

Luke, for all his faults, loved you, and that much was entirely apparent every time he opened his mouth to talk about you— something he would do any chance he got, always finding a way to bring you up in his conversations.

“We know, dude, you’ve just become such a sap,” Jack added. “‘S making the rest of us wanna settle down too,” he said, laughing. It was true, in a way. Seeing their little brother so in love — so much so that he had almost put his hockey career on pause just to be able to graduate with you, and looked like Cupid had whacked him in the ass with an arrow every time he looked at you — they could clearly see the adoration he had for you; the bone deep understanding that you were his, and he was yours.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he said, waving them away. Feeling like this was your cue to get up, however, now that the conversation had died down, you opened your eyes, and picked your head up slowly from his chest. Luke looked down at you immediately, his hand that was previously on your leg coming up to cup your chin.

“You okay there, honey?” he asked. You could only try to shake away the remaining sleep from your head, and smile up at him. Here was your boy — the one who had taken your heart and ran with it, who held you close, and who planned to never let go; the man you wanted to spend the rest of your days with, and who was willing to endure every single comment about your relationship just to keep you. You couldn’t have asked for anyone better —— you couldn’t have asked for anyone other than your Luke.

“Never better, baby. Never better.”

#luke hughes #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes imagine #quinn hughes #jack hughes #hughes family mentioned #umich wolverines #umich hockey #luke hughes is a sap

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dollmakersfans · 2 years

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Hello! I was wondering if you can do some random hcs about the proxies or creepypastas?

Have a nice day or night :)

Thank you for asking!♡♡

I will do some Hc for every creepypasta and proxy I can remember

Masky:

• He sometimes forgets he has his mask on and sleeps with it

• When someone annoys him he ignores it or gets angry and tries to kill them

• sorry to say this but Masky doesn't have practically any emotions, so no he won't hug you and love you mr/mrs. Masky simp

• He doesn't care for anyone, not even for himself

Hoodie:

• he SHOULD be dead but apparently no- HE ALWAYS LIVES

• He never talk to anyone expect Masky Slenderman and sometimes the other proxies, never to creepypastas

• He likes to walk in the city on christmas night

Toby:

• His ticks get worse (he can hurt himself) when he's sad angry or stressed

• He doesn't annoy Masky with that "hey Masky"

• He once slapped Slenderman on purpose and said it was a tick, he does this every time and gets away with it

Kate:

• for Slenderman she is very easy to manipulate

• She never washed her mask so it's full of blood.. Dirt and none touches it, they put that mask in a plastic bag when she isn't using it

• She walk with Rouge... She walks Rouge*

Rouge:

• She is practically an animal

• She has 2 personalities who Slenderman can altern by manipulating her

• She is practically always out in the woods killing

Ok let's finish here with the proxies I know there are others so if you want I will do them

Creepypastas

Lj:

• He hates Slenderman and tries to make him go away for as long as possible

• He doesn't hate Sally or Ben, he doesn't lovr them either, he just got used to them

• I'm not ashamed of saying this: he has those man boobs.. Soft men boobs

Laughing Jill:

• lesbian.

• She likes to celebrate her birthday

• She rarely wears heels, too uncomfortable

Jason the toymaker:

• Wears boots with platform

• When he's sad his hair becomes black

• He is superkind to Candy pop

Candy pop:

• He always forgets to knock and walks in when ppl are grtting out of the shower

• He is italian, and swears in Italian when he gets mad

• He is the one cooking

Nathan the nobody:

• He is calm but never make him mad

• Since both him and Vine are schizophrenic they sometimes talk about what they see

• He likes to cook with Candy (they are besties♡♡)

Vine the dollmaker:

• He is a tornado of emotions on the inside but on the outside he always has a calm face

• Sotthing and charming voice

• Probably one of the most smart creepypastas. Why? He can read and write russian and he teached hinself english. We are talking about 2 different languages

• He plays the piano very well

Julius the dressmaker:

•Dreamed about a sugardaddy when he was young

• Always dresses like it's Milano fashion week

• Wanted a dog a parrot and a cat, Killian said no so it's no

I think I'm gonna stop here because rn I can't think of anything else for anyone

Thank you again for asking have a great day beautiful♡♡♡

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

#creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #the dollmaker creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #jason the toymaker #nathan the nobody #creepypasta au #laughing jack #masky marble hornets #brian marble hornets #ticci toby #julius the dressmaker #kate the chaser #rouge the proxy #candy pop #laughing jill

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nonbinary-niki-bog · 1 month

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niki i lovr you /p!!!

i worry for you sometimes + i hope you’re doing well <3 you’re literally so sweet i love seeing you on my dash i cant include sigmas on here bc anon but if i was nonanon id include 30 sigmas 🎉🎉

yeah, i'm so sorry about worrying you with some of my posts. sometimes i have no clue whether or not the things i post will be concerning or not to other people. but i'm doing well right now, so no need to worry about that. i'm a bit drained thanks for me helping out with something, but still doing well.

but, yes, Sigmas :D. is it clear that i absolutely adore this little guy who said that he is an average person, but have access to coin bombs, theoretically (is that even the correct word? i have no clue. my brain cannot English good right now) three years old, and two huge machine guns? because i do adore the little guy.

#thanks for the ask anon <3 #and please don't forgot to take care of yourselves and drink some water.

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taegularities · 1 year

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hiiii, i’m new here so just a warning this is gonna be a long one 🙃 okay so i just wanted to say I FUCKING LOVE YOU RID!!!! I actually cannot stress it enough i have fallen in love with your writing, your art is so beautiful, and you know what makes it all a 100xs more enjoyable? your kind nature, YOU’RE SO KIND <33 i kinda scrolled through your account a bit after reading a few chapts of cmi and you’re the sweetest lil honey the way you take so much time to respond idk it’s so endearing to me mayn i’m in love w u 🙈.. i have fallen into a trap named rid and i fear you’ll never be rid of me (okah ahhh this is embarrassing, unfortunately my jokes don’t reach level kim seokjin butttt oh wells i tried :)

Anyways now that i’ve given you a lot of my attention (😅) let’s give some to cmi eh?! I’m currently on chapt 3? but first off CMI JK!!!!!! i’m sorry but he’s mine forever i adoreeee him. He’s a silly lil man but he knows when to be serious and he cares for her so much 🥺 right from the beginning girl chap 1 i’m telling you he’s her lovr boy from day 1 no one can change my mind.

And mccccc i acc love herrr, she has the vibes where she’s like ‘ugh i hate you🙄’ whilst her insides are totally squealing overwhelmed with butterflies, pls she’s so me in that sense. My lifestyle isn’t in anyway like hers but somehow someway i manage to relate to her she’s such a comfort to me i can’t explain it :( her inner monologue it’s like she just gets me, the over-thinker in us 🤧 so thanks for bringing her character to life :))

Also, i’d say i’m v good at reading characters, predicting stuff here and there but for the life of me Rid, i cannot read jk. he’s impossible. One minute i think oh he knows he’s in love the next i’m like ??? are his thoughts just as jumbled as hers? He’s just so ?:?/?/?/? Either way they break my heart and manage to piece it all back together in one.

and YOUR SMUT???? oh your smut is oh so delicious! like the ‘jk knitting his brows together and aggressively hmm-ing’ kind of delicious. YES. YES. YES. however.. i’m hoping for dom mc to come out. she was teased the teeniest tiniest bit in chap 3? and now i’m just a tad curious.

Also them talking about percy jackson and me currently reading percy jackson 🤭

AND all the star talk has me WEAK. i LOVE STARS, i love the sky, they’re such romantics, he’s such a romantic, a dreamer, he’s perfect god i’m such a sap

also really random but we have the same mbti Rid :) and then i got curious about who’s your bias bcs i have this thing where i believe you bias who reflects your personality most and we literally have the same biases and bias wrecker 😭taegikook will be the death of me 🙄😩

(okay so bcs i’m anon i stil want you to remember who it is everytime i post feedback so it’s Riaaaa. maybe i’ll add an emoji? 🐈‍⬛? yeah i’ll go with the 🐈‍⬛)

thank you for writing i’m excited to read the rest of the chapters i’ll be back with an update hehe and hopefully a better review and less waffling. love yaaa 🫂

- Ria🐈‍⬛

WELCOME THERE, RIA! please, i love your energy already, it's nice that you weren't too shy to reach out <3 and with a seokjin joke right away? cmon, that's so sweet 😭 i'm so happy you have been enjoying my blog, me AND my stories, like, what more do i want 🥺

YES YES, cmi!jk has my entire heart. i don't think i've ever felt so close to a character i wrote, so he just means a whole lot to me (and hopefully, to cmi readers as well) – he's silly, and he'll get sillier. reading him won't get easier either, and as you'll see, oc is gonna have a hard time doing so, too hahaha buuuut he's adorable and i love him :( same with our overthinking baby, oc :(((

AH YOU LIKE THE SMUT? lmfao i've been having a hard time with it, so it's good go know i'm not entirely failing and you're enjoying it :'D sub jk, yes? we'll see 😌

ahh yes, the star talk. you said you're new here so you're not used to it yet, but i love my stars and the sky (a little too much), so you'll find talk about it every now and then, in most of my fics 😭 honestly, i even tried to lessen that bit in cmi and replace it with flower stuff... there's a lot worse out there in my masterlist :')

your name and the 🐈‍⬛ emoji are so cute, babe !! drop by anytime 🥺 and i'll be waiting patiently hehehe i'm so happy they're comforting to you, and super excited to hear what you think of the rest 👁 enjoy it and welcome again, lovely 💕

#also infp and taegikook biased? fkn high five bby 😭#much love <33 #notes for rid 🌹#ria 🐈‍⬛#fic: colour me in #long ask

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tf2-archimedes · 2 years

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hi, it’s the risotto person again,

im sorry you dont know what risotto is but it’s fine because my friend (you know who you fucking are) thought risotto was a type of pasta and when informed it was not proceeded to ask if it was potato.

i hope said friend knows who they are.

risotto is rice soaked in a broth. it’s a way of cooking the rice and very popular in italy!

o!! i lovr italian food i hop i can trei it one daye

#tf2 #archimedes tf2 #archimedes answers

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tarus18 · 8 months

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These are my random thoughts, I believe jikook got more hype coz of jk I mean dude literally did gcftokyo before that people didn't agressively shipped jikook

In 2015 JM spoke that he wish to hold jk's hand in the beach or asked jk to live with him after that JM never advanced his care n affection towards jk, he looked after jk like a hyung but suddenly tables turned after gcftokyo my doubt is JM released a short video that they both went on a trip celebrated halloween in Japan n returned, it's a cute video which shows two buddies on the contrary gcftokyo some how has couple theme I mean the BGM kind of tells that

Why did they both have different approaches 🤔 n from there onwards jk became bit loud??? After that ear nibbling some claim it's true some false so we don't know,same with hickey controversy while explaining about hickey jk was not allowing anyone to touch it n after the footage got released jikook uploaded their selfies on that day

Now my doubt 🧐 is did jk used JM to clear his reputation cause his behaviour towards JM was very rude during their debut days I don't know jk's personality changes like seasons if he claims he loves JM then why he flinches JM approaches him,also he literally can't look JM in his eye??? I am not denying they are close they are good friends or lovrs may be but after 2021 distance got increased btwn them in my opinion cause when I was watching butter vlive JM called jk when he was talking about water diet he didn't respond during butter era JM got lots of backlash for jumping on jk's arms but jk didn't speak like he used to speak before 2020 like when asked who makes JM happy now a days he said JM is happy cause of him

So did he use him for clout or shipping, to get army's good side by being a careful boyfriend I don't know somehow he feels like fake to me

N I get this feeling towards others members too especially suga,jk n V when they represent BTS as a group they praise JM but they don't want to acknowledge his solo endeavours or his solo career like in chapter 2 their behaviour took 180 degrees n if I speak everyone tells me that I am a solo whatever buddy I am venting my thoughts,this is a solo era so everyone one is a solo the moment you said you have a bias you are solo

N to those karens who if reads n shippers too keep your opinion with you. Only correct me if I said anything wrong,Everyone is entitled to have their own thoughts n opinions ok

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k3rm1e · 3 years

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hiihi !! ive been loving all the stuuf yoube been wirting latley its so good :^D i ws wondering if i ciuld have some hcs ,or just a onrshot either or i dont mind, of reader geeting sick and mumza nd dadza take care of them ?? bc i lovr mr and mrs minecraft <33 liek like reader like "ahh im finr mr minecraft" and they have 102° fever Nd have a runny nose and mr minecatft is liek "mmm no i dont thnik so m8" nd yaeh !! they/them pronouns but i thnk uve benn doing that arleady - :^) anon

sickly

:^) anon my beloved;;;;; i love your brain. this could go two ways depending on whether you’re staying with phil or if you guys are online so i went with your staying with him. i also did a one shot but if you want hcs i hv no problem writing some :) i hope this is good!

cw: cursing

mumza and dadza take care of you:

it had finally happened. while covid wasn't fully over just yet, many had gotten the vaccine and conventions were opening up again. which meant two things: meetups and twitchcon. finally, you could meet some of your supporters and see your friends.

“mom, are we almost there?” your mom was driving you to the airbnb you’d be staying at with a few of the other dream smp members. at first, you assumed you’d all be staying in separate hotel rooms. but, this way, you could spend more time with friends, save money, and your mom wouldn’t have to be with you the whole time. there had already been many long conversations between philza and your mom to make sure you’d be safe staying with everyone.

“yes, sweetie. almost there. we’re just two minutes closter than when you asked earlier.” ok, sue you, maybe you were a bit excited. but really, who could blame you? making in person friends had never been easiest, so the majority of your friendship were with people online. not being able to see or meet anyone for so long had been excruciatingly painful.

within ten minutes, you had finally arrived at the airbnb. quickly jumping out you ran to the door, obnoxiously ringing the doorbell. through the door, you heard an accented voice yell out, “i’m coming, i’m coming!”. at this point you were springing up and down on your tippy-toes, ready to spring out of your skin.

the door opened and you were greeted by a very tired and annoyed looking wilbur, “hello?”.

` “WILBURRRR!!!” you were screaming in his face (unintentionally), waking him up from his drowsiness. you launched yourself in his arms, not paying attention to your mother’s bewildered expression. you quickly let go of him and shoved past him, “i’m gonna go say hi to everyone!” distantly you heard wilbur begin to talk to your mother, explaining what you guys were doing.

while running around you said hi to tommy, tubbo, ranboo, eret, fundy, niki, techno, phil and kristin. the others were either staying in another airbnb or in their own hotel rooms. after about thirty minutes, wilbur had finally stopped talking to your mom.

“yes, ma’am. i can promise you they’ll be completely safe. you have absolutely nothing to worry about.” wilbur was calmly talking with your mother, looking more and more tired by the minute.

“alright. thank you.” your mother called you over. “come give me a hug and say bye!” slowly dragging your limbs over, you let her hug you. behind you you could hear wilbur and phil laughing at you.

“bye mom…” she was holding onto you tightly, petting down your hair.

“oh, sweetie, i love you so much. i’m so happy you found something you're passionate about and made so many lovely friends while doing so.” as much as you loved your mom, the small snickers behind you were getting quite embarrassing. you could hear that tommy had joined in on the laughing.

“... i love you too, mom. can you let go now?” you tried pulling back, but all she did was pull you closer.

“oh, but i just don’t wanna let you go. i love you so much, you know that right?”

“i know, mom. i love you too. but you’ve gotta get home and i have to unpack and get ready for meeting with fans tomorrow.” you finally got her to pull away, “i love you mom, okay? thank you for letting me do this.”

“oh, i love you too, sweetie.” and with that, your mom left. after watching her pull out of the driveway and down the street, you whipped around.

“not. a. single. word.” you stared dead in the boy’s eyes, seeing just how much wilbur was about to burst out laughing.

“what? personally, i think it’s very sweet.” tommy was smiling, purposely pissing you off. “so sweet, how much your mom loves you.”

“shut your fucking mouth, tommy.” you stared deadpan at him and began walking inside and over to the kitchen.

“what? i didn’t say anything wrong! i was just simply commenting on your very, very sweet relationship with your mother.”

kristin moved forward to talk to you, “for what it’s worth, i do thing you hae a very sweet relationship with your mom.”

“thank you. you’re the only good one in this house, kristin minecraft.” with that she laughed, and you all continued on with your evening. after staying up late watching old youtube videos, you all went to bed. in the morning you would have your first day of three at twitchcon, meeting fans and other creators alike.

for around 10 hours, you stood in booths signing fanart, prints, notebooks, and the like. meeting so many different people was eye opening, just learning who supported you. at the end of the day everyone went to a restaurant to eat dinner after so long.

“this food… is so… fucking good.”

“agreed.” you and the rest of the so-called ‘bench trio’ were eating at what wilbur had deemed the ‘kiddy table’. after eating so much food you were all tired. the rest of your friends had already left, walking back to the airbnb. when it was finally time to leave the restaurant, it was pouring rain.

“WHY IS THE RAIN SO COLD IT’S LITERALLY SUMMER”

after running home you had gone to sleep while the others had changed and taken showers. after sleeping for around ten hours, you had finally woken up. frankly, you felt like dogshit. you could barely breathe out of your stuffy nose and your head felt like it had been shoved full of wet cotton balls.

instead of staying in bed, you got up and tried to get ready. on the way downstairs to get food and see who was making so much noise, you fell face first down the stairs. “owwwww…”

hearing a ruckus, phil and kristin left the kitchen, where they were making pancakes. “holy shit! are you alright, mate?”

pushing phil over, kristin walked over to you, “obviously they’re not okay phil! the poor kid is lying on the floor.”

slowly getting up, you try to reassure both of them that you’re okay. “no, no, no, don’t worry. i am perfectly okay.” while you don’t know exactly how you sound, based on the expression on phil’s face, you don't think you sound very good.

“uh, yeah, how about no. you sound like you’ve draken a whale bottle of vodka.” phil walked over to you and grabbed you by the arm, trying to hold you up.

“i’m fineeee”

“no, your fucking not. you’re burning up.” phil looked at you, angrily. “you need to go to bed.”

“but i don’t wannaaaaa. i feel fineeee.” you felt like crying, for absolutely no reason. with that, you passed out on the floor.

phil and kristin somehow managed to get you back up the stairs and into bed. once you were safely in your room, with no risk of cracking your skull open, phil took your temperature. “mate, your temperature is at nearly 102°. you’re lucky i don’t take you to a hospital.” he started at you, disapprovingly.

“i’m sorryyyyy dadza. are you mad at me?” in your deluded state you pouted at him, like a child.

“no, i’m not mad at you. just disappointed. you should’ve known not to do that. you’re old enough to know when you’re sick.” he stared at you with a disapproving look.

“but that’s even worseeeeee” you felt like balling your eyes out. out of embarrassment, you tried to hide under your blanket. “can you tell mumza i’m sorry for worrying her?”

above you, you heard phil laugh. “it’s not that big a deal, kid. i’m just upset. you could’ve seriously hurt yourself. i was worried.”

“you were worried about me? awwwww, i love you too dadza.” you moved your head out of the blankets, smiling at him with dried tears and sweat on your face.

“yeah, yeah. now shut up and go to bed.”

kristin walked in, hearing what he said. “phil, don’t bully the kid. they already feel like shit.” out of the corner of your eye, you saw her look over to phil and smile at him.

“i’m not doing anything, swear on my life!” he put his hands up in defense of himself, making you laugh.

turning away from him, she directed her next question towards you. “how you feeling, kid? took quite a tumble there.” she smiled at you and ushed your hair out of your face.

“i’m sorry for worrying youuuuuu. i love you, mumza. promise.”

laughing, she leaned down to kiss you on the head. “love you too, kid. now, want me to sit with you and we can all watch some netflix or something?”

you silently nodded and the two of them joined you on the bed, not caring very much if they got sick. after not even an hour, you all passed out.

a few hours later, everyone returned back from the convention. let’s just say wilbur now had some very valuable blackmail.

hope you like it! this was so wholesome i- wfowcsjvri

i want parents like dadza and mumza now

#:^) anon #mcyt x reader #philza x reader #mumza x reader #is that a tag?#idk

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vrisrezis · 3 years

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Cliche robot s/o to the matsubros, not knowing what love is until they teach them

Osomatsu doesn’t know how to explain this, he admits even he gets a bit flustered when they as what it is. “It’s kinda like.. it makes your heart all weird and stuff.. and it makes you really happy..” he’s bad at explaining, but you’d have no idea he feels that way for you since all his flirtations are .. pervy. “I see..” you say… “I believe.. that’s how I get with you.. though .. I don’t exactly have a heart.. does it still count..? I believe I love you… what do I do about this..?” he blushes bright red at your statement. “Are you alright? You are red, do you have a fever-” “I-I’m fine!! Listen!” He starts, “I love you too! And.. usually when you love somebody.. you date them.. so.. wanna… go on a date..?”

Karamatsu claims he loves you all the time, with those romantic and flirtatious words of his. You couldn’t help but wonder what lovr actually was, what it meant. And even when he explained it with such passion and devotion, you weren’t sure you understood. You never understood him too well, he was never factual, more emotional. So for you, hard to understand. “Love. True love. It’s unparalleled fondness, devotion, trust, its… so much more than what I can put into words. When I look at you, it’s like I know what love is… you are love… you are my love… my everything… my world..” “I see..” you start, “I think… I love you too..”

Choromatsu suddenly felt really shy and flustered, beyond embarrassed. “Is there something wrong with what I said?” You question with a tilt of your to stick head, which makes a robotic noise. “N-no!!” He waves his hands in front of his face, in an attempt to hide how red his face was getting. “I-I just… nobody’s ever asked me that before.. it’s kinda something a kid would ask.. I think..” he says more deep in thought, “oh. I see.” You say simply, “well, what is it?” You press further, and he gets redder. “I-I… I guess.. it’s just.. well.. it’s when you.. feel a lot of passion and intimacy for someone? Like how I really like my mangas! Kinda like that.. but with more intensity, love is… complicated..” “sounds like it.. but I think I understand..” you say, “I believe that… I may.. love you..” his face is the reddest you’ve ever seen it get.

Ichimatsu didn’t know how he should answer the question, whenever you asked he’d change the subject, a blush on his face. “I wonder. Why do you always change the subject when I ask about it? Is love a bad thing?” “No. It’s not bad. It’s just.. hard to explain.” He said, before relenting finally. “I might as well try.. since you keep bothering me..” he says before running a hand through his hair, “love is like.. when you adore somebody? You’d do anything for them if they asked, you’d give them everything without a second thought and even if people tell you they’re not worth a shit you just can’t believe them, because you hurt love them so much, you’re convinced they could do no wrong. Does that.. make sense?” He wondered aloud, and you nod. “Yes. It does. However,” you start, and he turns to look at you, “I believe i have something to tell you.”

Jyushimatsu shrugs, “who knows really?” he says with his usual smile. “Love is just baseball.” “I don’t think I understand.” “Well! Because I really love baseball” “but what is love exactly…?” You question, “ohhhh! It’s when you really like something, or enjoy something. Or even someone.” “Someone?” “Yeah! Like you really enjoy being around the person at all times, sure you can enjoy being around friends and you can love your friends too, but loving somebody .. in like the romantic way is super different. It’s so much stronger, and it makes you do stupid things sometimes, it makes you do things, even think things, you never thought you’d ever do or think, but the person means so much to you that you do it. That’s why I love you!” “I see.” You nod, “I love you too”

Todomatsu can’t help but laugh at you, before he sees you look at him with that look. That look you always get when you’re curious. “Oh. You’re being serious..” “well of course I am, I am always serious. We’ve had this conversation before totty, I don’t know how to make jokes.” “Oh yeah..” he huffed, “well fine. Love is like…” he rubs the back of his neck, “yknow… feeling safe.. feeling secure and stable.. feeling like you can trust somebody more than anyone, feeling more comfortable with somebody no matter what..? You can talk about things with them and it doesn’t matter if you’re being vulnerable, you feel okay being vulnerable. Because you love them..” you nod, “you mean how I feel comfortable talking to you about how people mistreated me for being a robot?” and he blushes at your question, “y-yeah!” He speaks, and you say “so then.. by your definition… I love you..?”

#choromatsu x reader #ichimatsu x reader #jyushimatsu x reader #karamatsu x reader #osomatsu x reader #todomatsu x reader #ososan x reader #osomatsusan x reader #osomatsu san x reader

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mccupidscruelty · 3 years

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Mikasa x gn! reader

Modern AU!

School AU!

Hanahaki disease AU!

Genre: hurt/comfort

Word count: 2.3k

April 22nd

It was her.

With her always styled raven hair and grey eyes that you could swear you can see a galaxy in. Her headphones that she always wears, never ruining her hair. The way she looked absolutely gorgeous in anything she wore. I mean, who wouldn't fall in lovr? Honestly, she was just so perfect. The only problem was that she's already in love. She never actually said that, and knowing it was wrong to assume, yet, you still couldn't think anything else that would give you hope, because hoping never ends well.

Every time she would look at him you had lost a bit of hope, so now you just don't have it at all. You remembered your mother telling you to not loose hope yet here you were feeling hopeless, and that's exactly how you always felt when something went wrong. Giving up was bad, but easier than trying and you knew you would have to change that way of thinking. But you didn't know how. That's why you didn't even try.

You sigh as you walked in the school hall to greet your best friend. "Hey Mikasa!" you said as cheerfully as you can. She looked at you and smiled warmly, like she does only when she's with you "Hi y/n" her calm voice was so sweet, full of admiration. "Have you finished the essay?" your head shot up in realization.

You did start doing it but certain someone got into your head and you couldn't finish it. Sighing you said "I haven't finished it, but I did write most of it, so I'll just finish it on Geography" little laugh had left her at your answer and Mikasa gave you a look that slowly turned into a closed eye smile.

"You know, one day the teacher will see that you're not focusing on lesson" hearing her say that it was your turn to let out a small laugh "Well, she never noticed me sleeping and I've been doing that for about 2 years now" ending your conversation you realized you've been standing in hallway for ten minutes so you went into classroom.

April 28th

You came back home barely there were preparations for the Golden week. You sat at your table and drawing. You were just drawing, without any actual idea or whatever, just letting yourself express your emotions. What came out was a drawing of Mikasa, even on drawing you look so good you thought as you sigh and lied on your bed. Schools aren't working for a week due to Golden week so there weren't any plans on your list. The thoughts in your head soon were replaced with Mikasa's closed eye smile and you felt a tear on your cheek. You had just loved her too much

For the rest of the week you had felt so ill that you weren't even able to get out of your bed. It didn't matter anyway, the bed was your safe space anyway, not like you wanted to leave it. In bed you can cry as much as you want, nobody cares. Crying because of extreme pain due to being ill, or crying because of your one-sided love? You didn't know, you just cried.

May 5th

You felt extremely ill but your parents weren't seeing you serious so you had to go to school anyways. Being late on your first class you just sat down at your table. Looking at you extremely worried Mikasa was about to tap your shoulder until teacher interrupted her and told you all to focus.

After class she looked at you with visible worry in her eyes. "Hey? Are you fine? You seem kinda ill" you stared at her lips as the words slipped out of her mouth. You were about the answer when suddenly you started coughing. Your lungs were in pain, your eyes shut and Mikasa went up to you and started petting your back. "You are ill, aren't you?" you looked up to her as you stopped coughing "eh, probably" you brushed it off with a little laugh and then you heard the bell ringing so you prepared for the next class.

Throughout the class Mikasa was looking at you worriedly, not knowing what happened to her best friend. Out of nowhere you started coughing again, it was reaping your lungs out while you were lying you're okay every time someone asks you.

Only person that could ever tell when you were lying was Mikasa herself. She knew you better than you know yourself, except for that fact. She felt that something was off, but couldn't tell what. Knowing that something was wrong was tearing her apart, but she couldn't know anything unless you told her, and it didn't help that you yourself, didn't know why you were coughing.

The day went pretty normal afterwards with a few times you just starting coughing and everyone looking weird at you. At one point you went to bathroom alone and looked at yourself. "Do I have hanahaki? No,, that's not possible, that's a myth" you were trying to convince yourself yet it didn't work at all. You said a few more times 'it's just a myth' and then you left the bathroom.

When you left bathroom and went to the classroom Mikasa immediately asked you where you were actually sounded worried as she looked up from her book "I went to the bathroom, nothing much" it was hard faking a happy tone when your throat was burning and you knew Mikasa didn't fell for it even tho she nodded anyways.

You went home and laid on your bed thinking about her. How her eyes perfectly match her hair, and how her headphones she always wear when entering school never ruin her hair

How she looks good in whatever she's wearing, her boring eyes complimenting her entire look.

She was so perfect, everything about her seemed magical. Even everything she did, it was perfect. Her tea was the best tea anyone could ever have, and the way she would buy you candy and smile warmly at you, it would always melt your heart. The way she looked at your orbs giving you butterflies every time because goddamn hers were were beautiful.

"Okay we got it her eyes are beautiful, stop thinking about them" saying that to yourself didn't help because you continued thinking just about them. Listening to music a single tear slid down your cheek remembering that she won't ever be yours, and you'll never had that perfect romance people secretly dream about

Then, out of nowhere, you started coughing, you started coughing so bad and when you opened your eyes you saw 2 single petals. Your eyes widened with tears still in them "I- I thought this was a myth" your voice was so shaky, and you were so scared. "wasn't this supposed to be her favorite color? This is mine favorite." your orbs widen at realization, but went back to normal fast it's just a coincidence with that thought you fell asleep.

The next day

As you woke up you met your eyes with the petals that reminded you of what's happening. You have a hanahaki disease, and it's because of Mikasa, but again you were happy it was her and not somebody else. You got ready for school quickly and arrived just in time of your class.

Finding her eyes looking at you with worry you gave her closed eyed smile and turned towards board. And she was glad you turned away so you didn't see her blush. Smiling to herself she focused on board as well. She was still worried about you, a lot but she just couldn't let it ruin the little moment you shared. Bell rang, and next thing you knew Sakura was right in front of you. You immediately blushed and internally cursed yourself.

"Hey y/n" "Hm? Oh, hey Mikasa!" Her face was so close to your's, your noses were almost touching, but then she sighed and pulled away. A smile creeped way onto her face and she asked "Are you Okay? You seem a bit down, and you're either late at school or like come a full minute before classes."

Making a pause she continued "Not to judge, but like you're usually at school pretty early" Sighing, you said a complete lie "I am just tired, nothing to worry about, but I am staying up on phone and then I oversleep" Mikasa againbknew you were lying, but she decided not to push you any further, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. The bell rang and she sighed "Okay then, we should get ready for class" You smiled and nodded.

In the class you would glance at each other and passed massages. It was geography, and your teacher wasn't paying attention to class, as usual, and you were free to pass massages without her acknowledging. Every time she passes you massage she would see your flushed face, but she didn't think about it a lot. I mean, you never really told her you're not straight, so she had no idea. She always felt like you were hiding something, but she had no idea what exactly, it was killing her. It made her worry because you were coughing pretty often.

Before you knew class was over. Everyone went to canteen where they were fighting over food. Mikasa and you were already sat because she brought launch from home, and you couldn't eat. She did ask you few times if you wanted her food which you always denied not wanting to be a burden, yet once she asked you for what felt like 100th time you said yes.

Once you ate you felt like you were going to throw up so you went to bathroom and petals started flowing from your mouth all covered in blood. Once you were done you felt lightheaded, just wanting help but too stubborn to ask for it, too embarrassed of the story getting around and people, more importantly her knowing.

May 21st

It felt so long since you found out about your hanahaki, but in reality it hadn't been even a whole month. You didn't know for how long you had actually had it since patels don't come immediately, but you knew it wasn't going good for you.

Going to school you felt so weak you almost tripped over multiple times and fell asleep on the street. Once you finally came in classroom you dropped on the chair with head in you hands. Feeling like you could fall asleep at the moment but you felt someone tapping your back. You looked up and saw Mikasa a little smile immediately painting on your face.

"Hey" you said weakly and she smiled at you responding with much more energy, it seemed weird since you were always the one more energetic. Her energy didn't change, but yours became so low that the difference could be spotted from a far.

The whole day you couldn't focus and felt so lightheaded, but every time the teacher called you seemed to know the answer. When the day ended you felt so happy because it felt like forever.

Getting home you got confused onto why this whole disease got so bug so quickly but you remembered that your immune system was never particularly good, and on top of that your mind would always get onto things to quickly, and this being a disease of both suddenly it made sense.

June 12th

You felt so incredibly weak, nothing could get you out of bed. The time had come? You thought and it really felt like it did. The time had come so quickly, but you suddenly were certain it did. Yet, going with so many regrets felt so wrong. You wanted last thing you did to be letting her know

Your finger was on call button about to press, but feeling to scared you gave up. With a sigh you opened your messages and decided to text her instead. I love you

That's all that was written because you were to weak for anything else. Feeling overwhelming pain in lungs you knew it was it, the time had come. You started coughing, coughing so bad, but no one was there.

Loneliness, it was only thing you felt. But at least you were going to die without regret of her not knowing. It was a thing making you sad, but sort of happy at the same time.

Your phone was ringing but you couldn't answer, not now, or ever again. The end so near, yet seemed so far. The coughing was finally done and you looked at the full rose, covered in blood, in your hands, with soft smile of seeing your favorite color you fell down.

After only five minutes you barely heard someone coming in apartment that you forgot to lock. Mikasa came to you running and at the sight of the rose covered in blood her eyes filled with horrid and she started shaking you and your eyes meekly opened.

When she saw it, she said, with tears in her eyes "I love you too." Your eyes widened and you started coughing again, coughing up the whole root of flower. And then, you felt so much better. It had all gone out, leaving you with relief.

"You could've said it earlier" Mikasa said with tears in her eyes and you gave her full smile and scratched the back of your neck telling her you were scared. She sighed and hugged you, you hugged her back and that's how you stayed for the longest.

"Do you want to be my girlfriend?" you asked and she smiled softly replaying "Yes, and don't think you can ever get rid of me" you laughed softly and replied "I'm not intending to"

The end

#mikasa headcanons #mikasa x reader #mikasa aot #shingeki no kyojin mikasa #aot imagines #aot headcanons

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sunflowersunshinevol6 · 4 years

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Pomegranate

Part One

Pairing: Harry Styles x OC

Warnings: gang activity, drinkng

Summary: A retelling of the myth of Hades and Persephone with a modern mob twist.

Word Count: 4.1k

Stephanie has spent the first twenty four years of her life sht in away from the world by her worriesome mother, who refuses to let anyone hurt her daughter after her lovr abandoned them. But when Harry Styles, one of the big three Olympi ‘brothers’, stumbles upon her, he has to have her, at whatever cost

A/N: I really loved this one. It’s one of my favorites. I hope you guys enjoy it. PLEASE send me feedback, questions and asks are always appreciated. Love you all!

“What if the real story was completely different? What if it was Persephone in control and not Hades at all? What if she was bored of the flowers, discontent with her situation and wanted to make more of her life than the grass and trees could offer her?”

-Nikita Gill

24 years ago

Demetra shook as the tears rolled down her face. Her fingers flexing on the steering wheel as she watched Zeke kiss Hellen again. Every look of fondness, every touch, was another stab to her broken heart.

She watched them enter their home, as the door shut all the promises he had made to her falling down all around her, she placed a hand on her swelling belly, rubbing in smooth and slow circles. She hated him. She hated men.

“I promise you little one….You will never ever feel this pain.” she narrowed her eyes as she put her car in drive. “I’ll make sure of it.”

Present Day

“Find me in the garden there, meet my eyes with lovely stare, take my heart and take my love, a wonder of my life,” Stephanie sang quietly to herself as she brushed her long black hair. Today was an important day for her and she wanted to look her best, it was the day her mother would be bringing her into the family business and teaching her how to run it. She gazed at her face in the ornate gold mirror on her vanity, studying her features, trying to gauge if she looked like a mature woman or rather a scared little girl.

She felt like a scared little girl.

The family business was ruthless, cutthroat. And she had never been one for cruelty, she had a kind soul as her mother would say. But a kind soul could weaken the Kingdom they built, and as a woman, this high up, anyone was looking for an excuse to snatch the Kingdom keys from them.

Stephanie had never been told exactly what it was her mother did, but she knew people feared her. Overhearing phone conversations and hiding under the table at dinner parties, she heard the way people spoke to her and the way she spoke to them. She knew what her mother did was dangerous and she knew it was a big responsibility for her, to make sure she held the Kingdom up with as much grace and cutthroat as her mother did.

She just wasn’t sure she had it in her.

“Never trust men. Men are cruel, evil. Once they get what they want from you, they toss you aside.” her mother brushed her fingers along Stephanie’s cheek fondly. “That’s why I have to keep you hidden away. To keep you safe.”

Her mother’s words rang in her mind.

She never knew her father. Her mother never spoke of him. The only thing she knew was that he headed an organization that worked in conjunction with theirs. She didn’t know if he knew of her existence or if he and her mother ever worked directly together. Any attempts to ask about him were shut down swiftly and harshly.

“Stephanie?” her mother’s voice rang through the door, accompanied by a light knock. Stephanie stood, smoothing down her pink and yellow sundress as Demetra opened the door. “Oh look at you.” she smiled wide, making Stephanie feel proud, Demetra locked her arm through her daughter’s, pulling her out of the room. “Are you excited today?”

“Yeah, it’ll be nice to go out and see what you do.” Demetra was an overprotective mother. When Zeke, Stephanie’s father, went back to his wife and abandoned them, she vowed her daughter would never experience the hurt and rejection she had faced. And so, Stephanie had been homeschooled, had limited access to the outside world and people. Her friends were her books and her films. She had been hidden away.

A guard stood outside the front door, and one stood next to a white buick with the backdoor open. Stephanie held her mother’s hand as they walked to the car.

“Hi!” Stephanie said pleasantly, the guard only nodded, shutting the door after Demetra climbed in beside her daughter.

“The Warehouse please.” she said to the driver. The man started the car and Stephanie looked outside with fascination.

“I’ve never left the property before.” she said absentmindedly, Demetra only smiled, extending her hand to her daughter.

“I know you’ve waited years for this.”

-*-*-*-

“What do you mean you can’t find him Niall? That’s your job.” Harry turned away from the boxer practicing, he was going to ring necks if someone didn’t find Hayden, and they better find him fast.

“Look all I know is that Amelia said he was going to Demetra to drop some product off and then he’s going to Zeke. I can text Zeke-”

“No,” Harry interrupted, grabbing his coat, Alan was a winner, he would be the one to bet on in the fight so he wasn’t worried. Business before pleasure. “I’ll go to Demetra’s Warehouse, maybe catch him outside.” he ended the call after Niall said good bye.

Harry had been apart of the Olympi Gang since he came to America. It felt like years ago he’d arrived with dreams of being a musician, but rejection after rejection left him heartbroken and destitute. That’s when he’d met Louis, another Brit from Doncaster,a sassy motherfucker who had helped him learn how to navigate the streets and do what needed to be done to survive. His initiation had been one hell of a beating, but he got that OG tattoo the very next day, busted eye lid, cracked ribs and all. The pain had been worth it. He’d moved up quickly, hustling with his good looks and charm. Zeke had said he was born for this when he finally made him one of the ‘brothers’. He was the youngest-by years. But he had sharp tongue and a wisdom of the streets that couldn’t be matched. He couldn’t even remember why he really came here in the first place.

But only sometimes.

Demetra’s territory was on the other side of the city. Rural area. The last place you’d expect major operations like theirs to go down. But she had a green thumb, and worked her magic in gardens, growing vegetables and fruits, grains, flowers, she single handedly fed the city with her crops, having bought out all the farming land. It was the perfect cover.

-*-*-*-

The car pulled into the warehouse parking lot. ‘Demeter Organics’ was painted in bright red above the warehouse doors, trucks were being loaded, people were walking about here and there. Stephanie was excited and amazed, she had never seen so many people in her life.

“Come on sweetheart,” Demetra said, touching her daughter’s arm lightly as the car door was opened. Stephanie followed her mother out, taking her hand once again as Demetra led the way into the warehouse.

Stephanie was amazed. It was huge, large fluorescent lights hanging overhead, people standing at tables or on forklifts, lifting and loading boxes, shelves stacked high with an assortment of things. As Stephanie looked around she could see many of the people were manufacturing weapons. Demetra cleared her throat, grabbing her daughter’s attention.

“I know this must all be overwhelming for you,” she said, walking Stephanie down between the isles of workers. No one dared look up, everyone continuing to work hard as they walked by. “I want you to know I’m not a bad person. When your father and I started this years ago...This,” she waved at the workers around them. “Is what we had to do to survive. To thrive….All of it for you.” She smiled at her daughter. “But as the years past I was able to step out on my own. To create something of great value to this city and the world.” The stopped outside another door. Demetra turned to Stephanie, taking her daughter’s hands in hers. “Are you ready?” she asked. Stephanie’s hard was pounding.

“Im ready mom.” a guard opened the door behind them. It creaked and groaned as it moved, the warm summer breeze hitting Stephanie’s face, as sunlight shone in.

“Welcome to the garden Stephie,” her mother pulled her outside.

Two large greenhouses stood side by side. Men in white suits with netted hats, tended to bees just to the left of them and beyond that was fields of vegetation. Tractors pulled and people picked fresh food and flowers, working at benches to clean and package the fruit. The smell in the air, the heavy scent of flower perfumes invaded her senses. She couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face.

“It’s beautiful.” she whispered in awe. Demetra wrapped an arm around her, kissing the side of her head.

“I know I’ve been difficult. But everything I’ve done was to protect you.” She let go of her. “But now I think you’re old enough. All this,” she waved a hand at the beauty around her. “It’s yours. The workers work for you. Everything but the business deals and contracts you are in control of.” She looked around in wonder.

“Thank you momma.” she hugged her mother tightly, burying her face in her shoulder.

“Hello Ms. Demetra.” Stephanie turned her head to see an older woman with thinning white hair and wrinkles walked up to them. She shook Demetra’s hand, before turning her grey eyes to Stephanie. “You must be Stephanie. Pretty as a lily you are,” her hand felt rough and hard, she was a woman used to hard laboring.

“Hello,” Stephanie chirped with a grin. Demetra watched her daughter with fondness.

“This is Annabeth. She’ll be working directly under you. Whenever you have a question or need something go to her.” Stephanie nodded, glancing behind her mother to see a security guard approaching.

“Ms. Demetra, Hayden is here to see you.” Demetra let go of her daughter.

“Alright. Set him in my office,” she touched Stephanie’s cheek gently. “Are you going to be alright?” Stephanie nodded, stepping back away from her mother.

“I’ll be fine. I want to explore the garden if that’s alright?” Demetra chuckled.

“Of course.I’ll find you when we’re done.”

-*-*-*-

Harry pulled up at the back of the Warehouse. Whenever he came to visit Demetra, he always went through the garden entrance. Something about it felt so comforting and familiar. Maybe it had to do with his mom, he wasn’t sure, but Demetra could be a handful and he needed the walk to relax.

Soft giggling met his ears when he shut the car door. It was a beautiful sound, like a melody. he looked over into the sunflowers, blooming proudly and felt himself take in a sharp breath.

The girl was like a vision. He watched as she walked through the flowers, touching them gently, with reverence, her long dark curls flowing behind her. She was barefoot, in a pink and yellow dress, it was the simplest thing, and it made his heart pound. Never had he felt that way before.

He didn’t realize he had approached her until she gasped, startled by his appearance.

“I’m sorry,” he said, she had beautiful dark eyes and full pouty lips that were turned down as she frowned at him. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

She smiled, “It’s alright.” he liked that it met her eyes, he watched her visibly relax. “Do you work here? In the garden?” he shook his head.

“No. Actually I’m here to see Demetra.” he stepped closer, unable to keep much distance from her. There was something warm and safe about her. He wanted to be around her and feel like this always.

“She’s talking with Hayden right now.” So he is here. That was good. Harry could see the freckles beneath her eyes, that crossed the bridge of her nose. His hand twitched, he wanted to touch her, caress her face, play with her hair. Was this what love at first sight was? He hoped so. He smiled down at her. It was small and private. Just for her.

"What is your name?" He asked, reaching up to brush his fingers against her rosy cheek. He couldn't help it, he hadn't meant to. But there was something about her that made him weak. Weak in the knees. He would do whatever she asked, no request was to great.

"Stephanie. I'm Demetra's daughter."

"Oh?" He was surprised, "I didn't know she had a daughter." The girl blushed, looking away from him and down at her feet. She was good. So sweet.

"She kept me hidden very well." There was slight pause, he studied her features, big brown doe eyes, looking anywhere but at him, soft pink, pillowy lips, long lashes, she had the cutest little nose, golden brown skin. She was soft. He wanted nothing more than to take her home with him.

"Look at me little one." He put his finger under her chin, tilting her face to look up at him. Their eyes met once more and he watched as her body visibly relaxed at his touch. She was astounding. "You are....a masterpiece." He leaned down, nose brushing against hers. He could hear her heart pounding in her chest-

"Steph!" Harry pulled back sharply as she whipped her head around. Hayden was making his way towards them, a suspicious look on his face.

"Hayden," Stephanie's cheeks were full on red with embarrassment now, hands clasped behind her back. Hayden put a protective arm around her shoulder.

"Your mother asked me to take you to Hollyn. We've been looking for you." He turned his eyes to Harry, stood expressionless. "Harry."

"Hayden....please come see me after you're done here with Demetra. I have some packages for you." His expression changed when he looked back as Stephanie, it softened. "It was lovely to meet you my dear." She smiled. It was breath taking.

"Likewise Mr. Styles." Hayden steered her away, back into the large warehouse, once out of earshot, he gripped her arm.

"You listen to me Stephie. You stay away from him. Understand?"

"But he was so nice. He was kind. Why?"

"Just remember your mother's teachings. And stay away from that man."

Harry called Zeke as soon as he got into his car.

"What?" Zeke's tone was annoyed, Harry heard the whimpering of some poor fool in the background.

"Did you know Demetra had a daughter?" He asked, he heard the sound of bones cracking and a scream of agony.

"Yes. She's my daughter. What of it?" Harry felt his blood run cold. It had taken him years as an affiliate to gain the position he had now, as one of the kingpins of this organization, but he still worked under Zeke. He would have to be careful.

"Nothing I just....I was surprised is all." He finally said, chewing his bottom lip nervously.

"She's beautiful isn't she?" Zeke asked, a fondness Harry had never heard in his tone before.

"Yeah. She really is."

"Harry? Do you like where you are? Your position in my family?"

"Yes. I'm grateful for it. I worked hard you know that."

"I do." Zeke hummed. "So let me give you some advice. You want to last long with us, you stay away from my daughter."

-*-*-*-

The ride to Hollyn’s house was quiet.” Stephanie thought about what Hayden had said. He didn’t press the issue and when they said good bye to her mother he didn’t mention their encounter with Harry Styles. So she kept silent, hand on her chin, gazing out the window and soaking in the new sights all around her.

Hollyn lived in a little cottage in a neat suburban area. There was a lake and forest behind her house. When Stephanie was little she would bring trinkets and spells for her that she made herself. And pictures of the cottage so she could picture it in her mind. She was a self proclaimed witch and healer but was also Stephanie’s God mother and dearest friend.

“We’re here.” Hayden said. He pulled up beside the cottage. It was cobblestoned, ivy climbing high up the side, the terrace wrapped in blood red roses, shrubs covered the front yard, a willow tree hanging over the roof. And fairy lights, leading all the way up to the house.

“Wow.” Stephanie whispered, going to unbuckle her seatbelt.

“Stephi.” Hayden put his hand over hers, she looked up into his hazel eyes. “You know...I’ve known you for years...what I said about Harry...I just want to keep you safe.” Stephanie leaned forward, kissing his cheek lightly.

“I know Hayden. My mom couldn’t have gotten on without you. I love you too.” With that she hopped out of the car, bounding up the steps to her Godmother’s house.

-*-*-*-

“Did you know Demetra had a daughter?” Harry asked Niall. They sat in his living room, watching football, Niall shrugged, taking a sip of his beer.

“I mean, doesn’t everyone in this bloody gang have kids?” Harry rolled his eyes.

“I’m serious.” He couldn’t get her out of his head. “Nobody even knew. How fucking crazy is that? She kept her hidden.”

“Not to be an ass but why do you care so much?”

“I don’t.” Harry defended, he could feel himself blushing, Niall giving him a knowing smile. He licked his lips. “She’s Zeke’s daughter.” Niall raised his eyebrows at that.

“My advice as your friend then...stay the hell away from her H. That can and will only bring trouble.”

“I’m not doing anything.” Harry snorted. “I just wondered if you knew.” They watched the rest of the game quietly, only commenting on it here and there. When it was over Niall stood up to leave.

“You doin’ the ball thing tonight?” Harry rolled his eyes. Of course he was. He was one of the Big Three. Any major event he would be in attendance. “You bringing Marlene with you?” Marlene. The girl he fucked on the regular. Not his girlfriend, but familiar enough she usually went with him to events like the Ball.

“Of course.” Harry said. Niall gave him a cheeky grin.

“Just checking.”

Alone with himself Harry’s thoughts went back to Stephanie. The way his stomach flipped when he pictured her face made his hands twitch. Why did he have to want the one person he could never have.

-*-*-*-

“Welcome home Stephi.” Hollyn said, embracing her Goddaughter gently. Stephanie held onto her, breathing in the familiar smells of Frankincense and lavender. She felt like she was home.

Hollyn was older, around Demetra’s age. Her hair was jet black, tight curls that ran down her between her shoulder blades, and was always frizzy. Never one for makeup, her skin was smooth and soft, albeit there were some crows feet around her brown eyes. She always wore tank tops and long flowing skirts, gems dangled off her body. She was the most magical person Stephanie knew.

The house smelled of patchouli and sage. Plants grew and hung all over the place. Stephanie felt an odd calmness fall over her as Hollyn led her to the living room. She took the Laz-boy, while Hollyn sat on the couch.

“So how are you? Today was your first day off the grounds.” Hollyn smiled. She loved Demetra dearly, but felt her helicopter parenting style was harmful. It broke her heart to never be able to take Stephi anywhere. A real life Rapunzel, except her mother wasn’t evil, just afraid.

“It was so exciting!” Stephanie gushed, her face lighting up. She talked about the garden and her mother believing she could do a good job managing it and how she couldn’t wait to get started.

“It’s all so new I just...I want her to be proud.” Hollyn smiled.

“I’m glad Stephi. Truly.”

“Hollyn?” Stephanie asked nervously. “Do you know who Harry Styles is?” she watched Hollyn stiffen, she sighed, setting her cup of tea down.

“I do….You met him today?” Stephanie nodded. “You like him don’t you?”

“N...No! Of course not!” Hollyn chuckled, amused at how red her Goddaughter’s face went.

“I would never tell you what to do. You’re a woman now. You make your choices but,” Hollyn lifted a finger, a small smile on her lips. “I caution you my dear. Just be careful. I’ve heard things. Though I’ve never met him, so who’s to say they’re true. I just ask you to use your head as well as your heart.”

“You make it sound like we’re dating.” Stephanie said playfully. Hollyn shrugged.

“Call it an old woman’s intuition.” she laughed. “Now,” she stood up, walking around to extend her hand to Stephanie. “Did your mother tell you why I wanted you here?” she shook her head. “The Summer ball is tonight. And you, my darling, are going.” Hollyn flinched as Stephanie let out a squeal, throwing herself at her Godmother.

“How many strings did you have to pull?!” Hollyn nuzzled Stephanie’s nose affectionately.

“A true witch never tells.”

-*-*-*-

Harry checked himself over in the mirror. A lavender colored suit with black velvet flower designs. He liked this one a lot. He was adjusting his pants when a soft knock on the door let him know his date had arrived.

Marlene was a lower level dealer, but she was cute and they had met at a party about a year or so back. She was blonde, with green eyes and beautiful red lips. Some likened her to Marilyn Monroe. Harry didn’t really care, she was a good fuck.

“Hey.” Marlene leaned up to kiss him, sighing when he cupped her cheek and kissed her back, but he wasn’t into it. Stephanie’s face flashed in his mind and he wondered what it would be like if he had kissed her. How soft would her lips be?

“Hello love,” Harry said, pulling back to take a look at her. Red bodycon dress, with matching pumps and a clutch, didn’t really match him, but they weren’t a thing so that didn’t matter.

“You ready to go?” she asked. “The driver is waiting downstairs. Harry nodded, locking his apartment behind him.

The balls were usually held at Zeke and Hellen’s home. A mansion on the outskirts of town in a gated community. Harry could have been their neighbor. But he liked his little loft apartment and the noise the city made at night.It was his lullaby.

The house was already bustling with activity, lights shining in the driveway as couples chatted, and butlers served horderves. The gang would have these parties once every season, to bring the ‘family’ all together and to discuss how the business was running,the profit turns and fatalities.

Hollyn squeezed Stephanie’s hand as their car pulled up outside of Zeke and Hellen’s house.

“You look beautiful.” Hollyn complimented her. Stephanie took a shaky breath.

“I’m nervous.” she confessed. Hollyn chuckled, brushing hair back out of her Goddaughter’s face.

“Don’t be. You’ve got this.”

The Ball was in full swing. Harry stood with Marlene on his hip, talking politely with Zayn and his girlfriend. A few more minutes of chatter and maybe he could convince Marlene it was time for them to head back to his place. He had some big shipments coming up and exhaustion wouldn’t be an excuse if he fucked things up.

“Oh my God.” Gigi gasped, she was pointing at someone behind the group. “Who’s that?” when Harry turned, he had to force his jaw not to drop to the floor.

It was Stephanie, Demetra’s daughter, coming down the staircase with Hollyn, arm in arm. She wore a simple white dress with spaghetti straps and a slit that went just above the knee on the left side. It looked soft, like it was made of silk, white sandals on her feet, her toes and fingers painted a baby pink. Her hair was pulled into a simple messy, but classy bun and the only makeup he could see on her face was the ruby red lip stain on her lips.

Stephanie’s heart was pounding as she ascended the stairs with her Godmother. She held onto Hollyn tightly, terrified she would fall over. She could feel the eyes on her and when she did look up she saw a pair of familiar green eyes staring back at her, her heart fluttered and her lips parted in a silent gasp. Harry looked as handsome as he had in trousers, a black t shirt and sunglasses. She couldn’t help but smile at him and give him a little wave. And her stomach flipped when he gave her the tiniest smile back and winked.

#Harry Styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fic #harry styles one shot #harry styles x reader #harry styles friends to lovers #harry styles serial killer au #hs #hs imagine #hs one shot

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bakusoftie · 5 years

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What would the LOV's reactions be to Kurogiri warping in a new recruit for the League and when she sees them all she whispers over to Kurogiri (quite loudly), "Sir, I'm sorry but I don't want to join your f*cking circus."

I FUCKING LOVR THIS REQUEST PFFFTTTT

Kurogiri

Giran was the one who found you and recruited you for the league and since he never let the league down, he thought you’d be a good fit

But

The moment you got warped into some broke ass ‘Bar Rescue’ reject

You just straight up was like

“Hell the fuck nah”

“Y’all bitches ugly as fuck”

“There’s no fucking way I’m going this freak show”

“Please say sike”

Kurogiri was so offended like he care out here to have a good time and

You call his bar

uGLy?!?

He’s so tempted to slap you upside the head with his $1000 Versace shoes but

You ain’t even worth it

He’ll give you one more try

“Bruh why that man look like Barney fucked a oil diffuser”

kurogiri : 😲

Dabi

He’s a Todoroki so of course he’s gonna clap back

Dabi: I thought we asked for a villain but it seems like you’re just a clown

“Bitch, who the fuck are you called a clown? You look like the burnt McDonald’s French fry that nobody wants to eat so they just leave it when they go to throw it away. I bet you’re used to being thrown away though lmao”

bitch

you did not have to expose him

I mean you right

his face says ‘daddy issues’ all over it

He kinda likes you though

You call shit out like it is and don’t hold anything back

He kind wants to burn you alive for that last comment tho

All the league members know not to bring up the topic of fathers but you out here trying to say his eyes remind you of Endeavwhore

Take it back a notch, sweaty

he’ll make you the burnt French fry

She thinks you’re cute at first

and then you open your mouth

And now she wants to make you even cuter by spreading your blood all over face

“Why is this blonde bitch staring at me like a fucking cat? Y’all get your fucking nico nico nee THOT out my face.

aw you said she looks like a cat

cats = cute

awww you called her cute !!!

Now she really wants to get her knife and go to work on you

especially if you struggle

nothing you say will offend her because she just thinks that your way of wanting to be best friends

“I will pull your raggedy ass buns out your hair if you don’t stop pointing that knife at my asscheeks, little bitch

Shigaraki

he thinks you’re an annoying pest

he wants to lay all five fingers to your throat and watch you shut the fuck up forever

you took one look at him and said “ew.”

“Is that a fucking hand on your face? Damn you must be mad ugly if you have to put that nasty ass rotting flesh over it like how the fuck do you breathe?”

how dare you insult Father?!?

that’s his job, bitch

If he ever decides to take it off,,well

“HAHAHA I WAS RIGHT YOU ARE SO UGLY OH MY KAMISAMA PUT IT BACK ON AND PUT SOME DAMN CHAPSTICK AND LOTION ON WHILE YOURE AT IT”

kurogiri warp this ignorant slut away from his sight before he attacc

he honestly cannot believe someone can be so stupid to call the leader of the League of Villains ugly

“Crusty, you ain’t the leader...All For One is.”

he about to end your whole life

R U N

Twice

(this is the first time I’ve written for him ugh this is cringe)

“wow that person is really mean...fucking bitch”

“Who the fuck are you calling a bitch, you Great Value Deadpool wanna-be”

you hurt his feelings

like he cry 😢

he’s baby and he sensitive

don’t do this to him

“And your costume looks like the fucking leather suit from American Horror Story like I’m kinky but you’re on a whole new level”

BITCH

HE MADE THIS COSTUME HIMSELF

just

get the fuck out of his sight, peasant

#league of villains x reader #league of villains #dabi x reader #bnha #boku no hero academia #toga himiko #dabi #shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki tomura #kurogiri x reader #twice #jin bubaigawara #bnha x reader

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croatian-nt · 4 years

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Mafia au-Part one

Summary: When an unassuming artist saves a man’s life at the shooting at the gallery, he ends up in the midde of the war between two mafias and as he gets dragged deeper into the whole thing, he soon learns the line between the sides and right and wrong blur more than he expected.

Pairings: Dominik Livaković/Bruno Petković, Luka Modrić/Šime Vrsaljko mentioned

Word Count: 1832

Warnings: knife throwing, I guess death? Only in a dream tho, blood, (ya know what, just be prepared for violence in general in this fic), making out

Notes: Finally, a mafia au is here! I am really excited about this and I hope y’all like it. Also, if you didn’t see my previous posts about this, there are three aesthetics with more info about this on my blog. Anyways, I hope y’all like it

The day wasn't warm to begin with, but the cold, February wind chilled to the bone. It wasn't stopped by the high fence that prevented outsiders to see the inside of the training field.

And yet, Livi's palms were sweating, and he was gripping the knife in his hand way too forcefully. He wondered if he could snap it in half if he gripped it tighter.

"Livi. Breathe. And just throw the knife. I can catch it," Luka said nonchalantly, as if it was such an easy thing to do.

It wasn't that Livi didn't know how to throw a knife. He was taught how to handle both knives and guns since he was a child. Throwing a knife with the intention of it ending in someone's skull well...that was a different story.

"Unless you'd prefer we exchange places this second, I recommend you throw that knife. Now."

With a deep breath, Livi closed his eyes and let the instinct of habit take over. Lovre's advice came back to him, as clearly as the day he said them.

It doesn't matter who or what you are throwing the knife at. It's important how you throw it."

Lovre wrapped his hand around Livi's raising it so it was in height of Livi's head.

"You should know how much force to use by the heaviness of the knife."

Livi concentrated on the cold feel of the handle, of how it's weight felt in his hand.

"Then you focus on the target-imagine it as a red dot."

Red dot. No skin, no bones, no piercing brown eyes. Just the red dot.

And...throw it."

The knife flew through the air, and for a second, it was as if the time slowed.

He watched as the knife cut straight through the air to towards his target. Livi was suddenly filled with dread-straight throw with a deadly accuracy. He should have threw the knife with a spin.

It happened in a split second-Luka's hands moved impossibly fast-and he stopped the knife between his palms.

Livi relased a breath he didn't know he was holding.

Luka lowered the knife, and caught Livi's gaze again, evaluating him. It was unnerving, especially since Livi has known him for two years now. At first, he hoped it was a thing that will pass and that Luka will stop looking at him as if he is trying to figure out all of his secrets and weaknesses.

Then again, better Luka than Dalić.

"Good throw. Now you only need to learn to catch it that way as well."

Livi's face twisted and he resisted the urge to bite at his nails.

"I just learned how to catch a knife by the handle. I am not sure if-"

"But that only works if the knife is thrown with a spin doesn't it? And if your first instinct was to throw it straight then...we both know Lovre won't do it any other way either."

Livi never failed to flinch at Lovre's or Suba's name being brought up. It was a bad habit. and he didn't failt to notice the way Luka's eyes traced the small motion, as if he was testing him to see if he would still have the same reaction.

Thankfully, Šime came to distract Luka and end his misery for the day. Or at least Livi hoped so.

"While I am sure you are having fun torturing a baby of the team-"

"I am not even the youngest one here!" Livi protested.

Šime shot him an amused smile, but otherwise ignored him.

"You are going to be late to an important thing that I cannot talk about."

Luka rolled his eyes.

"You weren't even supposed to know about it. But yes, I am coming. Just let me put the knives away."

"I am sure Livi can take care of that. I wanted a minute to talk to you."

Šime smirked, gently tracing the scar on Luka's exposed shoulder. Luka shivered and Livi quickly looked away, clearing his throat.

Luka instantly stepped away from Šime and Livi could swear he was blushing. It was almost fascinating how easily Šime could melt away Luka's cold calculation that he seemed to otherwise have at all times.

Well. Almost at all times. There was one moment in particular that Livi remembered, when Luka showed and said more than he wanted.

It was few days after Livi defected and was trying to get used to the news environment. The memory came to him easily, despite being painful. He went through those memories often, scared they will fade and that he will slowly forget how he ended up here in the first place. Why he ended up here in the first place.

It's not anybody was cruel to him after he joined them. Quite the opposite. And even Modrić-or Luka as he was told to call him-came to talk to him at one point.

"I know you were close with Subašić before you joined us. If you already had to trade your life from someone else's, at least you did it for someone who deserved it."

Livi raised his head, studying him. Despite the fact that Livi was sitting, Luka still seemed quite short compared to him. And yet, there was something about him that just screamed "dangerous" from all the angles.

"Is this your way of saying he is a good man?"

Luka chucked, shaking his head.

"None of us would be in this kind of business, especially not that high up, if we were good men. No, Suba isn't the good man,"

Luka paused, locking his eyes on Livi's, peering into his soul, in a way.

"But he is a loyal one. So, if you already had to take a fall for being loyal, at least you did it for someone who would do the same for you."

Livi's eyes stinged, and he looked away. This just reminded him that he will never see Suba again. Or if he will, he won't see him as a man who raised him. He will be the enemy.

"I used to be close to him as well," Luka continued, grabbing Livi's attention again.

"What happened?"

Luka smiled and Livi was reminded of an wounded animal, baring it's teeth in defense.

"Unlike you, I didn't leave to protect his life. I did it to protect mine."

Livi didn't dare to ask any further questions, despite a hundred of them being on a tip of his tongue.

That night, his dream involved him holding a gun, with his finger on a trigger. But it was Suba that he was aiming at, and while he knew he should pull the trigger, he stood there, frozen.

The sound of the gunshot rang through his ears, but it didn't come from his gun. Livi turned his head and saw Luka holding a gun. He shot Livi a smile-it held no warmness and all terror before he spoke.

"You will have to do a lot of things to protect yourself Livi. Better get used to it."

Suba's blood was deep, dark red. It soaked through Livi's jeans as he fell to his knees, and stained his fingers.

When he woke up, he washed his hands and brushed his teeth several times, but the taste of cooper lingered. He didn't fall asleep again that night.

Livi blinked, realizing he missed one part of the conversation, and that Luka was putting his blazer on. He and Šime shared one more meaningful look Livi couldn't decipher and then Luka turned to him.

"Clean the knives and out them away. We'll continue tomorrow."

And with that and a salute from Šime, they were gone.

Livi sighed, quickly gathering the knives and bringing them to the building. As he walked through the familiar hallway, Livi spent a few moments pondering over the irony of how beautiful and well lit the whole establishment was.

When you imagined a place where mafia members frequented and had some of their weapons you would probably see a cold, dark place, far away from everything. Which is stupid, considering the fact that these things were usually hidden in plain sight.

Livi reached the weaponry, and started cleaning the knives one by one, easily falling into the soothing habit.

After a few minutes though, he heard the door open and quick, sure steps approach him. H knew who it was before the other man even opened his mouth.

"I thought I'd find you here," Bruno said, looming above him.

Livi put away the last knife and stood up, trying to minimize the height difference as much as possible. He knew, logically, that Bruno wouldn't hurt him, but a part of him wanted to be prepared and on equal footing in case something did happen.

"What are you doing here?"

Bruno smiled, lazily stretching his hand until it cupped Livi's face and stroked it with his thumb. Livi unconsciously leaned into it, fighting against his inner voice screaming that he shouldn't be doing this.

"Can't I just drop by when I want to see my badass boyfriend?" Bruno whispered, brushing his lips against Livi's.

Livi snorted, but chased after Bruno's lips for another kiss before answering.

"Well, said boyfriend isn't complaining...but you could persuade me to not tell Luka you are snooping around."

Bruno pulled him closer but left just a breath of space between their lips. Livi's heart was pounding, and Livi concentrated on that, rather than the voice in his head.

You are leading him on. You don't even know which side you are loyal to anymore. How could you even-

"Well that can be arranged," Bruno said and kissed him, stopping Livi's thoughts from spiraling further.

However, after a few moments Livi's phone pinged, signalling he got a message. Livi froze. It wasn't the sound of a message from the phone he used every day. It was from the old one that he kept in his bag and used only for...

"What's wrong?"

Livi ignored the question and Bruno's narrowed eyes as he opened his bag and fished out the phone. He had one unread message from unsaved number, but the one he recognized. And even if he didn't only one person contacted him through this phone.

There is going to be a shooting at the gallery at the main square. You might want to warn Luka before it's too late.

Dread pooling in Livi's stomach and his mind raced. Why would Luka be at the gallery? What kind of shooting? How did Posavec know about this?

And most importantly, if Livi was to warn Luka, how would he explain how he knew about it?

Livi glanced back at Bruno, considering his options.

You'll knew you had to choose, sooner or later. Your loyalties can't always be dancing on a line between them.

Livi made a decision. He just hoped it would be the right one. He turned back to Bruno.

"I need your help with something. It's about Luka, and you can't tell anyone."

Taglist:

@lovren-la-vida-luka

@morska-vjestica

@hetapeep41

@hvnedge

@incelhugochavez

#croatia nt #dominik livakovic #luka modric #sime vrsaljko #bruno petkovic #mafia au #long post

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glitterylittlesapphire · 5 years

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I lovre finally finding another person anti-billy. I never understood why people love him. Yes, he was once happy and was hardened by abuse, but that isn't an excuse. They all had shitty lives, but they all managed to be okay. Even Steve turned himself around, Billy is just awful. Maybe if we had more of a redemption I would like him, but all we got was him being an ass all season 2 and possessed in 3 so we never got to see enough "good" Billy for it to feel justified. Also. Steve×Billy = gross

I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again. Billy Sympathizers are just as bad as Billy Do I feel bad for Billy? No. Am I said he died? No. Do I wish him the best in hell? Rot, bitch.

Do you wanna know who I do feel bad for? The kid Billy used to be. Before he turned into the worst person in the world. Child Billy died so that trash Billy could come into the world.

Billy is a piece of shit and for what? Because he has daddy issues? Because his mommy abandoned him? Guess what, fucker? We all have daddy issues. We all have some sort of trauma. But you know what we did about it? We ended the circle of violence and trauma and distrust with us, so that our children and our younger siblings don’t end up the way we do.

Billy had absolutely, positively, no redemption. Whatsoever. None. Nada. Zip.

He did one (1) semi decent thing, and people automatically forgot how horrible he was. He racist he was to Lucas. How abusive he was to Max. How nasty he was.

As for H*rringrove? Nasty. Disgusting. Barf. Billy is trash, scum, an insult to both trash and scum.

Steve? An angel baby. My son. I love him with every fiber of my being. A good dad. A protector.

Billy? Racist.

#stranger things #anti billy hargrove #anti harringrove

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mariomandzho · 5 years

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CROATIA NT BOYS AS TYPES OF ROMANTICS this totally started out as shit posting with @vatreniworld & is now actually a thing. feel free to expand as you like!

– Suba is the diehard romantic of the group. Arrives in tow with a dozen red roses and a full itinerary for the night, which probably includes an upscale Italian restaurant. He opens the door of his sleek black car for you, hums Frank Sinatra as he walks you to the door, and his hair is gelled back and his suits are always crisp and freshly pressed. He knows just what to say and can sweep any ingenue off her feet! Danijel “I’ll have your daughter home by 10” Subašić, honestly.

– Dalić is an extremely sensible romantic, and knows exactly what he wants. He isn’t a hard-nose, no-nonsense guy in his romantic life by any means, but he won’t jump into a relationship that he can’t see going the distance. He mainly looks for someone that he can talk to openly and unwind with.

– Šime keeps a gap between his personal and private life. Knowing that he can tend to be a goof ball, he at first attempts to keep his significant other away from his work and teammates, not wanting her to think that he isn’t dedicated or can’t be serious about a relationship. However, this quickly changes depending on the woman he is with; if she’s able to break down his walls of insecurity, he won’t hide anything from her and they’ll be as much best friends as they are soulmates. Someone with a sense of humor, but also a rational side, is essential. Road trips, museums, hiking and kayaking; they do everything together.

– Mario knows that women find him attractive and can be extremely charismatic. He’s flirtatious and doesn’t really consider the consequences of starting new relationships, even as previous ones are ending. He moves along in relationships easily, but rarely talks or publicizes his private life so most people, even those closest to him, don’t know who his current fling is. However, when he is dedicated to someone, he’ll be dedicated to her completely and his heart will be hers entirely. He won’t jump into commitment for just anyone, but once he finds the one he’ll be able to broach the idea of moving in together and taking the next steps in their relationship. Mario “Your Daughter Calls Me Daddy Too” Mandzukic.

– Luka is the most loving of the guys, tbh. There isn’t anything he wouldn’t do for his partner and he’ll be extremely affectionate and touchy-feely with them. His love is more open than say, Mario or Šime, because he is genuinely proud of his relationship and the person he is with (he couldn’t be with someone who he didn’t feel proud of). His partner is the person who makes him happiest and the person he showers with tenderness – that said, he isn’t as willing to set down roots until he is confident that his partner is able to deal with his erratic schedule without it causing them grief.

– Domo is usually excited to be in relationships. He enjoys being with someone and being able to share special things with them–memories, inside jokes, which he’ll bring up often, and plans for the future. He acts like a giddy schoolboy when his partner is dressed up or sends good morning texts, genuinely happy about the fact that he is someone’s person. He’ll openly brag about his partner and talk about her all the time, and though his enthusiasm isn’t always well received by his team mates he isn’t afraid to go on and on about your vacation or the joke you made about his bedhead that morning.

– Dejan is smooth. That’s all I’ll say. He can flirt like a motherfucker and make his partner weak at the knees with his words. But, Dejan is better at creating an image of a relationship (champagne, flowers, chocolates, smooth-talking...) than he is at actually having a relationship, which is why they often fall through the cracks. However, when he finds the one, he’ll find himself completely at a loss for words, utterly entranced by them and unable to hide behind his outer layer. His phone is cluttered with photos of her, texts to her, and calls from her; he will be the first one to say ‘I love you’ even though he can hardly come to terms with why the different dynamic shakes him to his core, and leaves him wanting more.

– Lovre is an incredibly soft romantic and his affections bleed through in soft caresses, private whispers, and actions other people would hardly take notice of – always having his hand on the small of his partners’ back to guide them, standing behind them protectively, or cleaning up the living room before leaving their apartment, long before they ever wake up. Out of the blue, he’ll send his partners songs that remind him of them, and he delights in it when his partner returns his love in a similar way. If you want to know if Lovre is in love with someone, watch as he stands behind them – he’ll lean down to whisper in their ear, to make a comment or joke, and laugh huskily at their reply before his cheeks tinge with a blush.

#croatia nt #luka modric #Mario Mandzukic #sime vrsaljko #dejan lovren #mf: lovre kalinic #mf: dejan lovren #mf: domagoj vida #mf: luka modric #mf: mario mandzukic #mf: zlatko dalic #mf: danijel subasic #mf: sime vrsaljko

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