#my lil crazy babie

[generalsmemories]

Last time I posted about my oc I said that the next time you see them they’ll have a name.

SO EVERYONE SAY HI TO YUJIA MY LIL OC EVERY FRIEND OF MINE HAS NICKNAMED PINKIE CAUSE I USED MONTHS TO FIGURE OUT THEIR NAME 🤸🤸🤸

AND WE AINT EVEN HIDING PINKIE THIS TIME RAAAH

[capquinn]

Homeward | Q. Hughes

summary: 3 times you both dream about the future + the one time you’re finally living it pairing: fem!reader x quinn hughes content: nothing but sweet, sweet baby talk word count: 3.5k ↪ masterlist

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

Quinn has always been a family guy.

And even now, his actions speak loudly of the family values that shape him. He never misses an opportunity to weave his parents and brothers into his day even when thousands of miles seperate them so it hadn’t been a complete surprise when Quinn first mentioned his desire for a family of his own.

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

Quinn has always been a family guy.

Growing up in the Hughes household had been like living in a constant embrace of love and laughter with enduring sounds of chaos — the clatter of hockey sticks on the driveway, the hum of conversations around the dinner table and the inexplicable bickering between brothers. But most of all, it was the magical winters on the frozen pond behind their house that Quinn cherished the most. Spending hours with his dad learning how to skate, hanging onto every single piece of advice and words of encouragement, and how his mom always had cups of hot chocolate waiting for them when the cold finally drove them inside. The joy of spontaneous family road trips; the confidence that came with knowing his parents were always in the crowd, cheering him on; and the comfort of returning home. Those moments were etched into Quinn’s memory.

He remembers growing up wishing he would find someone the way his parents had found each other, and by some miracle, he had found it. He recalls the way his parents looked at each other, a silent communication that spoke volumes. Love unwavering. Evident in the small gestures that often went unnoticed by others but meant everything to Quinn. The way his dad would always wake up before his mom just so he could bring her a cup of tea to enjoy quietly in bed, or the way his mom would leave little notes in his dad’s lunchbox, small reminders that she loved and adored him. It was the way they always prioritised family dinners, making sure to sit down together no matter how busy their lives became. The way they listened to each other with patience and respect, even during disagreements.

They showed Quinn that love wasn’t just about grand gestures but about showing up every single day and making the choice to love the other.

And even now, Quinn’s actions speak loudly of the family values that shape him. He never misses an opportunity to weave his parents and brothers into his day even when thousands of miles seperate them.

He’s a family guy through and through so it hadn’t been a complete surprise when Quinn first mentioned his desire for a family of his own.

“I want that,” he murmurs, almost to himself, watching his teammate holding his toddler, making her laugh and smile. The words slip out before he can catch them.

You turn to him, eyes shimmering. “What, kids?” You ask, a small smile tugging at your lips, though you both know the answer.

Quinn scratches the back of his neck, and a flush starts to creep over his skin. He clears his throat, as if the action would be enough to get rid of any other lingering thoughts that might catch you both off guard.

“Yeah, y’know, the whole thing,” he affirms with a nod, nice and concise. He sneaks a sideways glance your way and when he meets your eyes and you smile, he feels his cheeks start to burn crimson so he casts his gaze away again, heart hammering at lightning speed in his chest. Nervous to hear your response

“‘The whole thing,’” you muse, heart skipping a beat at his words and everything in between. All the things you’re both too shy to say aloud just yet, but you understand all the same.

A too big house with a little bit of land that you can grow into with children and a dog or two. Swatching paint colours on bare nursery walls, and putting together a crib that will see all your children through their infancy. Introducing you as his wife and him as your husband. The patter of running feet and slamming of doors. The first summer by the lakeside with a tiny human who was half you and half him. Cups of tea in bed and love letters tucked into hidden pockets for him to find at away games. Late nights followed by freakishly early mornings. The chaos of family gatherings and having everyone all together all at once. The excitement of seeing you and your children standing in the crowd, cheering him on, and the thrill of meeting his eyes across the ice. Sick days on the couch. Bedtime stories. Homemade Halloween costumes. Friday movie nights. The whole thing.

“Hopefully someday,” he adds bashfully after he realises the weight of his confession, cheeks pink, circling an arm around your waist.

Butterflies flutter in your stomach, frantically dazed and desperately relieved to hear that everything you hope for he hopes for, too.

With a shy smile, you lean into him. “Definitely someday,” you simply reply.

It’s then that Quinn realises that his dreams are no longer distant aspirations. They are tangible and in reach.

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

The sun is beginning to drop below the horizon, casting golden hues over the Hughes’ sprawling backyard. The air filled with the hum of conversation and laughter, mingling with the faint smell of barbecue. The patio bustling with family members from all stretches of the country, all coming together for the annual summer family reunion, and Quinn is at the heart of it. Leaning against the railing, chatting animatedly with his cousins and relishing in time well spent with those he cherishes the most.

“Are you and the boys planning another fishing trip this offseason?” His cousin Dan asks, grinning as he takes a sip of his drink.

“Yeah, we’re thinking about heading up to the cabin again. The spot by the lake was great last time,” Quinn replies. “I caught a bass that was almost as big as my arm.”

“That’s right. Jack swore up and down that he had one just as big but it got away.”

He laughs, “he’s never living that down.”

Laughter ripples through the group but it’s cut short when Luke approaches, tapping his brother on the shoulder.

“Hey, Quinny, have you seen your girlfriend? She disappeared on me.” He tosses a football between his hands. “Think she’s scared of losing our bet.”

“I tell you every time — don’t bet against her. You always lose,” he warns, looking over his shoulder, half expecting to find you hovering in the kitchen and trying to be useful as you always were. When you’re not, his brows scrunch together, and he turns back to his brother, quietly surprised.

Luke shakes his head, laughing. “Not this time.” He rests the football under his arm and places his other hand on his hip. “We’re betting on who can kick the furthest field goal. It’ll be the easiest twenty bucks I’ll ever make,” he says confidently.

Quinn nods, not quite believing his brother. Sure, Luke is taller and stronger but somehow you always have luck on your side. A divine intervention that always saw that you pocketed the winnings.

“I’ve gotta see this,” he chuckles. “I’ll be back in a minute,” he tells his brother.

Quinn excuses himself from his cousins and as he makes his way inside the house, he’s greeted by the delicious aromas of various dishes being prepared in the kitchen.

He skilfully dodges around his Aunt Linda, who is juggling a hot tray of cookies, and then squeezes past his Uncle Bob, who is vigorously stirring a pot of chilli, just as his mom catches his eye.

“Oh, hey, Quinn, taste this!” Ellen calls out, holding out a wooden spoon coated with a rich, savoury sauce. “Tell me if it needs more salt.”

He obliges, stepping closer towards his mom and taking the spoon. He tastes the sauce, savouring the layers of flavour. “Nope, it's perfect. You, uh…,” Quinn's eyes are drawn to the doorway of the living room, where he can just make out your voice. “You always nail it,” he tells her, distracted.

As she takes the spoon back, her eyes follow Quinn's gaze towards the living room.

You’re sitting comfortably in an armchair, cradling cousin Kate’s newborn baby. Face lit with a gentle smile as you coo softly to the baby, eyes sparkling with joy.

The unassuming longing for ‘the whole thing’ quietly transforms into a fervent hope. A hope that is surfacing in the most unexpected moment, and now, it’s impossible for Quinn not to imagine you holding your own child one day, introducing the newest and smallest Hughes to the family. His mom, eyes brimming with tears, leaning in close, fingers gently tracing the back a tiny hand. Jack and Luke, unable to contain their excitement, hovering over your shoulder, each vying for a better view of the newest member of the family, and his dad standing close by, watching everyone fawn over the little one.

Ellen follows his gaze and smiles knowingly. “She’s wonderful with babies, isn’t she? It suits her.”

Quinn nods, blinking away his daydreams, though unable to tear his eyes away. “Yeah, it does,” he agrees softly, voice filled with a mix of admiration and affection.

Ellen squeezes his arm gently. “Go on, then. You don’t want to miss this.”

Taking her advice, Quinn navigates the rest of the way through the kitchen, weaving around the busy cooks and stepping into the living room.

You look up as he approaches, smile widening and eyes twinkling with a warmth that makes him feel even more at home.

“There you are,” you greet, voice barely above a whisper. “Come and say hi.”

Quinn moves closer, settling on the arm of the chair to get a better look at the baby nestled in your arms. The baby, fast asleep, looks peaceful and content. Tiny fists curled in a way that makes his heart race. He reaches out hesitantly to brush his finger over her cheek.

“Would you like to hold her?” You offer, watching his face soften.

He nods silently, positioning himself in a way that allows him to take the baby carefully into his arms. She starts to stir during the exchange, eyes squeezing tight, so Quinn starts swaying side to side, fixing the swaddle tighter around her tiny body. It’s enough to settle her, and with a crisis avoided, Kate grins.

“Natural, isn’t he?” she remarks, glancing in your direction.

You smile proudly. “I think he’s got a hidden talent.”

Quinn laughs lightly, trying to stay cool despite the blush creeping up his cheeks. “Hidden talent? You make it sound like I’ve been practicing in secret.”

Kate chuckles. “Well, you’re doing a great job for someone who hasn’t.”

He glances down at the baby, feeling a rush of emotions as the tiny life rests against his chest. The delicate weight, the rise and falls of her breaths and dainty features. It makes him feel a connection he hadn’t anticipated. A surge of readiness for ‘the whole thing.’

It’s fleeting, but glimpses of the future flash through his mind. He can almost hear the hum of a soft lullaby and feel the rhythm of rocking a sleepy baby in the wee hours of the morning. It’s a future he has always envisioned but perhaps hadn’t fully embraced until now.

You lean closer, curling your legs onto the chair and resting your cheek against Quinn's bicep, eyes alight with adoration, gazing at the baby. “She’s perfect, right?”

Quinn’s gaze shifts from the small human in his arms to you and he wonders if you’re thinking the same as him.

As if reading his mind, Kate innocently asks, “So, when’s it going to be your turn?” Eyes dancing between you both.

Quinn bites back a growing smile. He’s sure it’s a dead give away for all he’s feeling and wishing for right now. “Someday,” he replies, exchanging a meaningful glance with you.

Kate raises an eyebrow playfully. “You two talk about it often?”

You nuzzle your face closer against Quinn, trying to hide your grin, fidgeting with the blanket wrapped around the baby so, with any luck, she won’t be able to see just how desperately you want this life with Quinn. “We do. I mean, we still have a few more things we’d like to do first but… It’s definitely on the table.”

“Yeah, we’re in no rush.” Quinn nods in agreement, though the gleam in his eye suggests he wouldn’t mind if the day came sooner rather than later.

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

“I don’t want to jinx anything but this house is ticking all the right boxes so far,” you grin.

It’s a nice change, too. House hunting had been exciting at first but once the novelty wore off and the reality of the gruelling journey it’s going to take to find the home of your dreams sunk in, things started to move more slowly and with each viewing, you weren’t sure if your forever home truly existed. Physically, they had all been great in their own right but when you crossed the threshold, heart beating steady and unable to imagine your lives in the space, you would spare Quinn a look and he would agree. “It just doesn’t feel right,” he’d explain to the agent at the end of the tour.

But this house… It had been a surprise, last minute decision to view it. The agent adamant that this could be the one. “It has good bones,” he told you both over the phone. “Lots of character and it has everything you guys are looking for. It hasn’t hit the market yet so if you’re interested, now is the right time.” And that was it.

"This kitchen is perfect," you say, twirling around, eyes alight with possibilities. A wide timber island would go here, a large window that opens onto the deck over there.

Quinn nods, envisioning lazy Sunday mornings spent soaking up the morning sun while you whip up pancakes. "And the backyard is great. Plenty of space for a pool,” he says, sticking his head out of the stain glassed back door to sneak a peak at what the outdoors offers. Plenty of space for a barbecue and full outdoor setting deck, too.

And then after wandering through the halls, picking out the master bedroom and wistfully rattling off all your ideas and renovation plans for the bathroom, you enter another room. It's smaller, cozy, and the afternoon sun pours through the window, bathing the room in a warm glow.

You both stop in the doorway, an unspoken understanding passing between you.

“This is our nursery,” you murmur, stepping further into the room, floorboards creaking under foot.

Quinn follows behind, smile dancing on his lips, taking in the room. Wainscoting, large window that overlooks the sprawling backyard and the ornate cornices that are unique to each room throughout the house but are subtle reminders of the old age charm it upholds.

When you turn around to meet his eyes, he catches your hand. “This whole house is ours, isn’t it?” He asks, voice soft, almost reverent, though it needn’t be questioned.

“We have to make an offer,” you agree, squeezing his hand. “Everything is perfect. It feels right.”

His eyes drift around the room, mind painting vivid pictures of what it could be. “So obviously the crib is going against that far wall.”

You giggle, “obviously. And the armchair will go by the window because this lighting is so…” You sigh, imagining lazing half awake in the armchair with a little one curled against your chest, light filtering through sheer curtains. And over there, in the middle of the room, you see Quinn beckoning a wobbly toddler to take their first steps.

But back here, where life is falling right into place, Quinn pulls you close, a hand resting on the small of the back, and presses a kiss to your temple. His mind is never too far from the very same musings.

“I can see us here,” he murmurs with an air of finality.

Decision made.

No other house will do — this is it.

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

It’s summer at the lake house, and the Hughes are making the most of the wonderful weather. The warmth of the sun filters through the leaks of a towering oak tree, casting dappled shadows on the ground and the air hums with the sounds of insects and the soft lapping of the lake’s waves against the shore. You and Quinn are sprawled out against pillows side by side on a faded picnic rug, and between you, six month old baby Oliver sits with a floppy ahead askew on his head, tiny hands exploring colourful toys.

You let out a tired chuckle, smile tinged with exhaustion. “He’s still wide awake,” you say, trying to keep your tone light.

Quinn sighs, waving a rattle in front of his son. Encouraging him to reach, stretch or turn. Anything to burn some more energy and tire him out faster. “I really thought the fresh air would work. That article made it sound like a sure-thing.”

Since arriving at the lake house, your sweet baby boy had decided now was the best time for a sleep regression. Quinn thinks it’s the change of environment and whilst you hoped that to be the case and after a week of adjusting, things weren’t improving. In fact, the past few nights have been the worst of all with Oliver waking up every few hours, leaving you and Quinn to take turns soothing him back to sleep for periods far longer than usual. Admitting defeat, you had both accepted that this was going to be your life for the next little while. That dark circles under your eyes might just become a permanent feature and coffee your new best friend. But every time you look at your baby’s bright, curious eyes, you’re reminded of how you used to hope and dream for this life. Nothing could ever be bad enough for you to wish it all away.

“It could be worse, right? At least he’s happy,” you reply, rubbing your eyes.

Quinn nods, his heart swelling with love as he watches his son play. He thinks about how much his life has changed in just a few months. The nights are shorter, and the days are filled with more challenges than he ever anticipated, but they’re also filled with immeasurable joy.

He rolls over onto his back and reaches for Oliver. He pulls him into his arms with ease, resting him on his lap. “It’s just way too fun at the lake, isn’t it, Ollie boy? All the swimming and boat rides. You don’t want to miss a thing,” he says, grinning, giving the small boy a little wiggle. Oliver drops the rattle with a grin and falls forward, lying flat on his father’s chest, his tiny hands clutching at Quinn’s shoulders in a hug. “Oh,” he laughs, smile widening, arms wrapping around his tiny body.

He sweeps his palms in soothing circular motions over the baby’s back, cherishing the moment. The softness of his son’s body against his own and the gentle rise and fall of his breathing. He knows these moments are fleeting, that Ollie is only ever going to be this small once. That soon enough, he will be crawling, walking, and running, leaving these quiet, tender moments behind.

You smile, watching Ollie’s energy ebb away under Quinn’s touch. “Look at him, finally lying still,” you whisper. His little lips are squished into a pout against his daddy's chest, making him look even more adorable. You reach out to gently brush your fingers slowly over his forehead and down the bridge of his nose repeatedly, an attempt to lull him into a slumber. Ollie’s eyelids grow heavy. “Remember last summer? We were talking about how different it would be here with a baby.”

“Nah, it won’t be that different,” you recall Quinn telling you one night on the porch. “Just a bit more packing and a few more naps in the day.”

Your hands came to rest on your growing belly. “Babies change everything,” you countered as a sudden rush of nervousness washed over you. It crashed into you, making you feel unprepared for the huge change in the horizon and all that will follow.

He shrugged, wrapping an arm over your shoulder. “It doesn’t have to change. We’ll just, I don’t know, make adjustments. We’ll get a couple of baby gates and a top notch baby monitor,” he said half jokingly, sensing your change of mood. He noticed the furrow of your brows and how you chewed on the inside of your cheek, a tell tale sign that you’re worried. Gently, he leaned in and kissed your forehead, letting his lips linger for a moment longer than usual. A reminder that you weren’t in this alone. “He’ll fit into our lives, baby. It’s going to be great,” he murmured, voice a soothing balm to your frayed nerves.

Quinn’s eyes meet yours, soft with understanding. “You were right,” he breathes a chuckle, his hands still working circles against Ollie’s back. Sleep is close, he’s sure of it. “It is different. But it’s also better, too.”

You nod, heart brimming with an all-encompassing love. The way Quinn is gently soothing Oliver, his tenderness evident in every touch, makes you fall in love with him all over again. And your sweet, spirited boy, now peacefully relaxed and drifting in and out of almost-there sleep, breathing steady and synchronised with his dad’s. You’re acutely aware of the life you have built together and the perfect tiny human you’ve brought into the world.

“So much better,” you agree, shuffling closer towards your two favourite boys. You rest your head against Quinn’s shoulder, dropping a kiss to the back of Ollie’s hand. “I wouldn’t change it for anything.”

And why would you? The life you had both always envisioned is unfolding with a quiet beauty, and it’s more perfect than you could have ever dreamed.

[phoenixkaptain]

OBSESSING over Kekkai Sensen again like it’s 2015 and I just found the show all over again

I am OBSESSED with Klaus and Leo’s relationship because it is fundamentally a man who is as intimidating as possible and a man who is as unintimidating as possible forming a bond of trust that begins with the very first meeting and only strengthens over time. Leonardo is the tiniest little guy and Klaus is so big and when you put the pair of them right beside each other, it is the funniest visual contrast.

And they both have the primary colour of red, the colour of passion and pain and suffering and obsession because they are both passionate and pained and suffering and obsessed and they fit together so well, with Leonardo seeing exactly what Klaus needs, they are a functionally perfect duo.

And they trust each other so much, SO MUCH. Leo trusts Klaus more than anyone else in the office (he SAYS SO in the manga) and Klaus trusts what Leo says without a second thought (partially because he is just that type of guy) and Leo is constantly and consistently thinking about making Klaus proud of him and Klaus’ words are what give him the courage to keep moving forward and Klaus gets questioned on hiring Leo so many times but always says it’s Very Necessary and-

The mach monkey is so fucking cute I can barely even stand it. He has a little face and those big old eyes and he is the cutest little fucker ever drawn and I just want to cuddle and snuggle him for forever because Leo could have killed him and chose to look beneath the surface level of the situation and saved him and he is just a little itty bitty monkey who is perfect in every way and I love him with my whole heart and then some because how did someone draw such a perfect creature-

Anyway. I’ve been a tad into Blood Blockade Battlefront recently.

[ghstslut]

i don't belong anywhere without u on my arm!

[angelnumber27]

lil baby

[maximura]

[sengoku-nadeko]

[thatwasntverycashmoneyofme]

𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆𝗌

❥𝗌𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗍 : 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽.

{ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗆𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖾!𝖺𝗎, 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖺𝖽, 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗀𝗁𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝗓 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾, 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗄𝗎, 𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗂𝖼 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗈, 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺 𝗈𝖿𝖼, 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗉𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍, 𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽. }

You walked into U.A University holding your boyfriend Sero's hand. It was 10 minutes till the bell rung for first and your group was up against the lockers.

Walking up, you hear the tail-end of Denki’s convo of him telling the group how he got dumped by his date. "Aww poor Denki I'm pretty sure if you never get a girl, me and Sero will give you a pass." You winked at the flustered boy.

Sero laughed while pushing your shoulder. "Psych fool, she fucking lying." You sucked your teeth as Mina came up and gave you a hug.

"Boy don't trip. Me, (Y/n) and you almost had a whole threesome." Katsuki laughed as he dapped up Sero who's face became flushed as he laughed nervously.

"And why didn't you Pinky?" Katsuki questioned. "Cuz I like girls more duh and I told Sero I didn't wanna see his dick, so we just smoked and made out a little."

You giggled as you watched Denki whine and slid his hands down his face. "Invite us next time, well I don't know about them but I wanna come, literally." You all rolled your eyes at Denki's lame joke.

"Bro that would be manly. I would be down for a group fuck." Eijiro chimes in. You hug Sero's waist as you looked up to him. "I'm down if Sero is-" Mina cut in. "-And I'm down if (Y/n) is down."

Everyone looked to Katsuki and Sero cause they were the last ones to say anything. Sero shrugged his shoulders and Katsuki kissed his teeth. "Tch man y'all always on some dumb shit but yea count me in."

The bell ring and y'all started heading to first period until Mina pulled you along telling the boys y'all were going to the restroom. "The teacher is gonna be mad." Denki says as they paused.

"Mmcht boy... Aizawa will not care." Mina backs you up. "Like literally he'll probably still be sleep by the time we get back." She tugged your arms towards the restroom and the boys continue walking to class.

Mina pulled you in front of the stall mirror and stood by you holding your shoulders. "So what looks different today that might get your ass in trouble?"

You took a look in the mirror, raking your fingers through your straight bob and fixing the straps of your dark green dress

"Mina I don't see anything wrong with my outfit." You lifted your breasts a little and fluffed your hair a bit. "Nothing is wrong with your fit babe, look at ya fucking neck it's hella big ass hickeys and you know that nigga finna trip."

You didn't even notice, your eyes now looking at the darker spots of flesh. "You know yo brother finna start some shit if he sees it."

You groaned trying to think of something, even though it doesn't show in his face or personality sometimes, your brother loves to fight. Mina pressed your face together. "I know that you're thinking about this but the bell just rung and if we don't hurry we really might get in trouble with Aizawa."

You nodded your head and y'all left the restroom sprinting down the hallway to the classroom. You and Mina came in the door as the final bell rung just in time as Aizawa glanced at y'all.

"Good everyone is here and with that being said I have to go to the principals office now be good little shits and don't cause trouble." Aizawa sighed as he passed you and Mina closing the door.

"I'm gonna walk in front of you so he doesn't see you okay." You nodded your head as y'all made your way to Sero.

You sat on his lap as Mina sat on Katsuki's desk.

Denki was sitting in your seat talking to Jirou and Momo anyone can see you sitting on Sero, not like they cared but still, it's for the plot.

Your head was in Sero's neck as you had your arms around him he squeezed your waist slightly. "What's wrong?" He asked as Mina patted your head and whispered amongst the table. "You gave her big hickeys you bum!"

The whole table stilled until Katsuki burst out laughing which caused everyone to stare for a bit then go back to minding their own business. "Haha... That ha-... that little shit...is gonna blow his top." He said in between chuckles.

You sighed sitting up as Kiri leaned over and looked at your neck. "Damn those are huge." You groan. "He's just overprotective I'm not finna let him fight you." Sero looked at you as Katsuki came around the table.

"I didn't know I would need to fight dude." You look at him with a 'don't try it' face. "You not finna fight my brother period and he not finna touch you." Katsuki had his hand on Sero's shoulder as he leaned forward pushing your hair out the way a little and poking at the bruises.

Sero smacked his hand away fixing your hair. "He gonna go apeshit." After a few minutes it was chill Mina sat in Denki's seat, you faced her talking about anything and forgetting about the hickeys for a while.

Your brother happened to lean over, his eyes landing on you scanning your face seeing how you laughed. His eyes also happened to trail down and see your neck, eyes bulging as he sees the markings.

He stood up excusing himself from his friends and walking towards you with hidden intent. Mina just so happened to look up at that time to and point it out. "Omg yo brother coming."

That stiffened the table. Sero pulled you back into him and slung his arm around your shoulders covering your neck.

"Yo can I speak to my sister for a sec?" He smiled slightly his head tilted as he held his hands behind his back. "Wassup?" You feigned innocence.

"Y/n I'm not playing withchu right now let's step out and talk." You rolled your eyes and groaned. "Wassup Izuku?" Sero asked.

Izuku glanced at Sero then back to you. "I'm not talking to you Sero I'm talking to my sister, now y/n you finna make me upset. Get up." You removed Sero's arm and stood up.

"What Izaiah?" You sarcastically rolled your eyes again crossing your arms. "Little girl do not play me right now." You groaned. "Boy whatchu talkin bout?"

He poked your neck repeatedly. "I'm talkin' bout this shit y/n." "Boy it's not even that serious for you to even be actin' like this." Sero pipes up. "Truly. It's not even that big a deal."

Izuku looks to Sero and pushed you out of the way. "Run me my one." Bakugo and Kiri get up quietly in case anything were to pop off. Sero looks up at him and chuckles. "What?"

Izuku hit his fist against his palm. "Run. Me. My. One. I know you not deaf nigga. Wassup." Sero waved him off. "I'm not fighting you dawg." "Nah cuz, you must want to, talkin out yo neck like that."

You stood back in front of him and Mina came by your side. "You not finna fight him Izaiah." "Yeah babe he said he don't wanna fight you."

Izuku looked down at you. "Y/n let's talk outside right now." He grabbed your hand leading you out the classroom. Bakugo followed, telling Mina and Kiri to stay with Sero.

"Imma tell Mama that you got hickeys from that dirty ass little boy." Izuku proclaimed. "And I'm gon' tell Mommy that you overreacting and tryna fight people." Bakugo laughed at y'all bickering.

"Auntie’s finna be mad at both of y'all then, how bout y'all just don't say shit?" Katsuki proposed then pointed to you then Izuku. "You cover that shit up, you pipe down, and we'll talk this shit out, all of us. We can be civil, right nerd?"

"Tch man, fuck allat shit, yeah I can be civil." Izuku mumbled. "Come on let's go back in." You sighed walking back into the class the boys following behind.

Walking towards the table you sat on Sero's lap, Izuku rolled his eyes sucking his teeth as he sat in Bakugo's chair. He crossed his arms getting to the point. "I don't like that my sister got hickeys on her fucking neck period."

"I don't like that you tryna fight me over some shit like this." Sero shot back. "But how bout we let this beefin' shit go. It ain't that serious. How many girls do you give hickeys to?"

Izuku stayed silent. "Exactly broccoli headed ass nigga." You countered causing him to roll his eyes. "I'm cool let's go to my house and roll one. Get over this shit?" Sero suggested.

"Ight I'm good." Izuku agreed dapping Sero. The atmosphere was calm now and everyone was chilling waiting for school to be over to go to Seros'.

{ 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖿𝗒 : 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇 𝖺 𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀? 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗒. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝗄𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒’𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀…𝗒𝖾𝗉. 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒. }

𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅

[jaratedeguadalupe]

some chonky red robins because lil pootis has a chokehold on me

[theproblemcallednight]

freminet. u agree.

istg genshin has me in a chokehold and im here for it. got him recently for the event and now i luv him very much

[artist-rat]

scuttling in the underdark

[bosspigeon]

so im back in the sims pit again and i've been downloading the TS2 sims EA put on the gallery to relive my 12 year old fascination with Strangetown and now i'm explaining the Curious/Smith/Singles family drama to my friends

[lululeighsworld]

still thinking about how the nyx supports confirm corrin is a canon gilf appreciator/lover/fucker

[twistedappletree]

🐱 CAT UPDATE 🐱

Found out her name is Isabelle but her owner moved to Hawaii in 2023 and none of his contact information is functional. Disconnected phone numbers, deleted email address, etc.

I only have his old address so I have no idea where he lives in Hawaii (aside of the city). White pages for that city only list a landline, which is also disconnected.

I feel like I’ve tried my best to reach him and unless an unexpected miracle happens, I don’t think I’m going to have any luck getting ahold of him. It might even be that he either gave her to someone else in my state or left her behind intentionally, so….

Everyone say hello to my new cat, Izzie ✨🤍🐱🤍✨

(she’s really hard to take pics of bc she doesn’t stop moving and she won’t look at the camera lmao)

[pinkmirth]

y’all I’m sorry, but I feel like eren would be a criminal in a modern universe 😭 not a full blown murderer or anything, just petty crimes here and there because he don’t got common sense! he’s probably set something on fire or beat someone’s ass in a bar before

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

HAPPY (late) BIRTHDAY @zu-is-here!!!!

i can't believe i missed your b-day again!! i had to make you something this year and so why not draw the bean the legend, the sweetest baby ever as a gift!!! >:Dc

thank you so much for all of your sweet words and making your blog one of the most comforting places to be at!! hope you're having an amazing day<3333