#ya boi's done procrastinating!
Requests: Open! Yay~
In addition, I’m adding
X1 (CAUSE PRODUCE IS DONEEEE)
As groups I’ll write for!
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//Me @ all these lies\\
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While playing overwatch one night after a strenuous day, I got my inner reaper on and while I used his ult, I just couldn’t help but thing of bakugou…thus this was born …Sorry
Bakugou is a pro Reaper god, Mr. DIEDIEDIIIIE is a flex though, mainly dps and tanks. He wouldn’t be caught dead playing support. (which he has and is good at, and even played battle mercy, don’t ask.)
Shouto is a Hanzo main, also a flex, but does better with the Shimada brothers. Though he is not into the lore, he does appreciate the backstory of the brothers and the cinematic did make him cry. Is more open to supports, and quite often likes to pick Brigitte.
Midoriya was picked on at first for only playing Soldier76, in honor of his favorite pro-gamer, who is the number one player in the world, because of Soldier being an easy hero to play. He practiced hard and now gives the prior two a run for their money as dps pros/. Midoriya didn’t always main dps though, when he first started he found he was only good at supports, not having an aggressive playing style. He shocked everyone with his change in playing style(thanks to a certain someone taking him under his wing). He is the most stable flex and can play every hero- minus Hammond because hasn’t had time to practice with him.
Iida is such a tracer main and is so corny about it. His signature move is a pulse bomb dive and it’s never failed. If he plays support, Lucio is his man. When it comes to tanks, he prefers Hammond because the little buddy moves pretty darn quick.
Ochako is a killer Mercy. Literally. She keeps the team up and running, and you best your ass when she gets her ult, she not only heals her hoes, but she hunts down the enemy from the air as well. On the occasion she doesn’t play mercy, she leans towards the tanks. She’s particularly fond of Orisa and is a master at gravitational pulls. She’s also a mean ass Soldier, so don’t piss her off.
Momo is a female flex no one expected or ever even knew they needed. Like Ochako, people usually assume she’s a healer. They would be correct because she’s a support god, but aside from that, she has stellar aim, allowing her to be super proficient as Widow, McCree and Ashe, etc.
The BakuSquad used to fight over who the best Tracer was, excluding baku because hes just so good at everything. That ended real quick when Mina proved to be the best of the crew. Kirishima moved on and connected with Doomfist’s raw power combos and Rein’s fighting spirit. Kaminari rekindled his soft spot for Winston and loves D.VA. Sero ended up wanting to protecc Torb and his turret buddy.
Tsuyu connected to Symmetra and was worried that she wouldn’t be able to play her with the update. Jokes on them, she’s unstoppable even without the autolock. She does miss her shield generator though.
Shoji is honestly the embodiment of Zenyatta and can always keep his composure. His composure and clam energy does wonders in turning a losing match around.
Aoyama first decided to play Mei as a joke. Word around the web is that Mei players were the ultimate trolls. He ended up liking blocking people into spawn way to much to find a new main.
Toru, for as sweet and lovely as she is, is a sneak bamf and will hit you out of nowhere as Sombra and then disappear after booping over your corpse.
Jiro loves dropping the beat as Lucio, and she loves all of the little details he has. She also really likes playing tanks like Zarya…and Winston. Fun Fact; Jiro first bumped into Kami on a match when he got on the call and begged her to change so he could play Winston. She’ll never let him forget that.
Tokoyami is amazingly steady with Pharah in the air, and always hits his targets. He’s also a pretty good reaper as well as Moira.
Ojiro mains Genji and is really, really good. Most often than not he finds himself having to play other heroes, with Genji being already taken. Once he was annoyed and kept pulling everyone into the well in Ilios as Roadhog.
Koda and Sato are always on a team. Koda is always an Ana and Sato either Rein or Winston.
Mineta doesn’t like loosing so he tends to go Bastion and Junkrat
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I gotta do homework but SCREW SCHOOL! I need some mcyts (preferably dream, ranboo, and Philza) comforting teen reader when school gets though and helping them with homework because school is really shitty for me rn. Thanks Deacy! Love ya! -🧋
mcyt’s helps reader with school!
“i know it’s tough, but your tougher, yunno.”
OOH YES, and do your work! it’s important…but also is procrastination. :’]
hope school is going well, take breaks and drink lots of water!! love yah, boba anon!! <3
also i want to apologize for taking so long, Tumblr deleted most of this draft so i had to rewrite some of it…and that my stuff wouldn’t post for a while.🙄
Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo.
tbh, my mans couldn’t even stay in class so, if you’re lucky, he’ll know a little bit about math.
he literally knows nothing about math btw.
but if you ask him for help, he is helping you and he WILL help you.
he’s not backing down .. if he doesn’t get it? he’ll learn it.
sometimes always takes over.
“shh, y/n .. wait- are you supposed to do that? I didn’t learn this!! what the hell are they teaching you-!?”
and one night, when you asked for help .. you found him at the table, the only light being the one from his phone/calculator deciphering fractions. he’s really really trying to get it right.
but if you’re really stressed about it, to the point of tears or degrading yourself..he immediately calms down and all his focus is on you.
“Hey, it’s okay..i know it’s tough, but you’re tougher, yunno. i know what it’s like feeling this stressed, but i know you’ll get through it,” Dream smiles. “You’re strong.”
And after calming you down and getting you water and such..he’ll try his best and slowly, but surely, make sure you understand and help you through your homework.
he’ll even take his old history books or science books from when he was in school and study from there while helping you.
but he really sucks at history so i apologize on that part..
eventually, when the night comes to an end .. he’ll say how proud he is when it comes to homework, and that he didn’t do so well when he was in school…and that you’re automatically cooler than him.
he’s basically like a big brother. <3
honestly? has no clue how to help with your homework, but he sure as hell knows his history and science.
knows absolutely nothing on english..mans can’t even speak right. 🤨
“Uhm..english? I dunno, Y/n- *chuckle* i don’t know much on that..uh,” George rubs his neck nervously, glancing at your paper. His face goes pale white. “Oh, this is..i can’t do that.”
feels bad and ends up trying to help you.
“Wait what? How is that wrong? … because i didn’t put the ‘er’ in you’re? Whatever..”
he feels embarrassed cause he couldn’t exactly help with english..and he is really bad at it too.
You end up saying that it’s fine and that he could go to bed .. but really? he stays with you all night long if need be.
george isn’t a very- expressionate boy..but his actions outshine his words..and he genuinely wants to help you.
so when you said that you were incredibly stressed and the work was becoming too much..he was immediately understanding.
he did most anything he could to make sure that you got your work done, and that you felt confident in it.
“Hey, it’s okay! I was never that good in school..but you’re a very, very smart person, Y/n. Incredibly,” he gave a quick smile. “C’mon, good put that good brain to work.” George joked as he patted your back supportively.
While you read off the questions and equations, george is making you a little snack with water and fruits.
“X is equal to the..what? Wait, are you sure this is (grade)? I don’t remember it being this difficult.”
You: “maybe cause you dropped out to be a streamer.”
“..I will leave. No joke, you’ll be on your own, Y/n-”
George wasn’t very happy with your comeback there.
Reluctantly, you guys are were close to a finish..the evening was coming to an end while night kissed the sky..illuminated by the 1:32 AM on the stove clock.
He sighed and leaned back in his chair, head leaning back before looking over at you.
“We done? That was it right?”
You nodded and thanked him for his help..he gave a smile and ruffled up your hair.
“No problem, Y/n. Get some sleep, it’s insanely late.”
You: “not that late..considering you’re always on call with Dream at this time.”
“If you mention that one more time, i will actually move out. Don’t go thinking I’m joking!"
you started laughing and George reluctantly chuckled, rolling his eyes before stirring back to bed.
"Go to bed! It's late! Night, Y/n, sleep- ... sleep well." He said, yawning mid sentence..disappearing into his room.
"Good night, sleep of sweet, sweet dreams."
George was very mad. (you ended up having a pillow fight ... soo-)
why did you ask him? I mean, respectfully, you'd be lucky if he was ever really listening.
"What? Math? ..science too?? Y/n, we're in the same class ... what DO YOU MEAN THAT'S ALL MORE THE REASON I SHOULD KNOW-"
Tommy is actually a very, very smart boy..and even though he denies it constantly and puts up his internet persona, he's very helpful and kind.
"Uh huh. Good, good! Now bring the x 'round here- yeah! See? You got it!"
He's definitely hypes you up and let's you know how good you're doing ... and Tommy will also stop his work in turn of helping you.
Tommy didn't do his homework..motherinnit was upset.
Tommy is good at most anything. Whether it's math, science, or english .. he's got it all down! The only thing he's bad at is teaching or showing you how it should be done.
"Uhm..so I did this and like- brought that there and got..and then I got 32 so- ..Y/N, SHUSH. I KNOW HOW TO DO THIS, DICKHEAD."
he apologized for swearing. and motherinnit heard him so he was sorta forced to…but he genuinely meant it.
“Listen, I’m sorry- I know how to do this, though!! …MUM, I ALREADy did-- ..ok, alright- OK, i’ll stop yelling..!”
Tommy also gets very, very distracted..to the point where it's bad.
"And that's called the uh- the..yeah, that ......... so i was on a call with tubbo one night and he said that- what? No, not that night .. YOOO, WHEN DID YOU GET A SOMBRERO, Y/N???"
you did not have a sombrero…he mistook it for your clothes. apparently.
He's so off-topic constantly, it definitely took more than just a second to check your paper.
you hadn’t said a thing about being particularly stressed..but he felt it. and although he didn’t directly say anything, he did it through actions to make you feel more confident.
he complimented your work and that you were sure to get your work done efficiently until the sunrise hit your window.
he also mentions that you have nothing to worry about…and that Tommy will always be there, always. ^^
also y'all were up since 8 going on to 2:45 AM .. but y’all never sleep anyway so 🤨
but it was safe to say you guys fell asleep in the middle of an equation.
straight A/B student, gets his shit done, and efficiently too.
he’s very very smart and Tubbo is always happy to help! :D
sometimes he teases and says he might help you. 🙄
so when you ask him, he is always willing to help..but no answers. sorry bud.
“Question 23? ..so what happens if you take- hm? …NO, I CAN’T TELL YOU THE ANSWERS, Y/N … I CAN’TT-”
at least you tried.
“Y/N, STOP, GIVE BACK MY NOTEBOOK. DON’T LOOK AT THE ANSWERS-”
but tubbo understands when you say you were very very stressed about school..he is too.
“Don’t worry! We all get super stressed about this stuff, I suck at English but the more I work at it, it becomes easier, yunno!” Tubbo reasoned, smiling at you. “You’re like..one of the smartest people ever, whether you refuse to accept that or not, you’re big brain, Y/N.” Tubbo said, and he meant every word.
He was happy he had brought your confidence up, and he was proud of you too! Even though Tubbo is smart, he understands what it feels like to be under any kind of pressure.
you guys even built a little fort with chips and such to study under.
and when you finished your work, you two laid down and watched a movie, popcorn in hand and work complete.
Tubbo was happy he had helped. :]
When in doubt, look for tall man for help.
Ranboo had just graduated, so it was all kind of fresh in his mind.
and honestly was just your luck.
Ranboo was pretty smart when it came to english and so on..don’t mention the part where he forgot most of it..but math was- oh god.
“Math homework? ..uh- hold on,” … “TUBBO! Y/N NEEDS HELP WITH MATH-”
Genuinely though, he was good at math..but he was one of those people who scrolled through the textbook to find some close understanding to what you were learning.
It was like he was in school again.
“X is equal to..oh okay..oh okay! Wait, ok, i get it!” you told him he didn’t need to speak whatever came to mind .. he continued to talk.
When you told him you were originally stressed and felt like you were under pressure, he immediately understood and pushed your work aside for just a moment.
A one on one convo.
“Y/N, that’s totally understandable. It’s okay to feel this stressed,” Ranboo rubbed your back to soothe you and keep you from tearing up. “I was super stressed in school too-”
“I WAS STRESSED TOO!”
“And so was Tubbo- ..apparently-” You guys had a small chuckle. “But hey, it’s alright..it always is, and you’re super smart too..so there’s no doubt you’ll get through this.” He assured you with a quick smile and hug.
He always gives the best hugs. 🥺
You guys soon got back to work, Ranboo beside you and helping with every step.
he was also super proud when you did a few questions by yourself, he even gave you his spare candy from Amazon.
such a nice lad.
Soon the night came to an end and you had thanked him for helping you.
“Of course, anytime, Y/N,” he smiled and stood, stretching since he had sat down all evening long. “Wanna play some games?” Ranboo asked, you nodded.
It was nice, because it took your mind off of the stress you held for school..he was really good at taking your mind off of things.
Ranboo was your best friend. :]
dadza smart, we go to dadza for help cause he smaert.
“Homework? Yeah, sure, bring it over, mate.”
Honestly? You guys got it done super fast..who knew Philza was such a good teacher.
Sometimes he would just give you the answer and tell you how it’s done afterward .. that’s only because you seemed to be getting tired.
“You alright?” Phil gently put his hand to your forehead to check for a fever. “You’ve been sleepier recently, something wrong?” He asked, voice soft and accent thick.
You mentioned that you haven’t been sleeping due to stress and spending most of your time completing homework.
Phil sighed. “Was that why you always came to dinner pretty late?” You nod. “Stressing about what, mate?” The blonde put the work away for a moment, facing you with curiosity.
You had explained how you felt, whether it was that you didn’t feel smart, couldn’t finish in time, the pressure of projects and presentations..it all seemed to spill out once you started talking more and more to Phil.
He hummed and rubbed your back, his arm moving up to your shoulder as he gave you a small side hug.
“It’s alright, it’s gonna be okay..you know why?” Phil asked, making sure you looked at him in the eyes. “Because you’re good enough and super smart..don’t go forgetting that, okay? School will always be stressful, but when you find a way to cope with it, it’ll be a piece of cake, yeah?” You nodded, rubbing your eyes to refrain from crying or tearing up.
Phil patted your shoulder gently before grabbing the homework again. “You got this,” he encouraged. “Wanna try again?”
You guys started working again and finished it, all caught up with work and upcoming projects.
You thanked him.
“No problem, Y/N,” He gave a smile. “Anytime.” He chuckled as he patted your back.
Thanks, Phil. :]
Really really enjoyed writing this one!! It was such a good one, hope school and all is going well boba anon .. wish the best for you. :D <3
- deacy! <3
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happy 5th anniversary to parapines!!! 5 entire years….of these nerds….wow….
@fozzie thanks for our boys
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Obey Me as Tumblr #30
Asmodeus: A professor asked if I preferred “Miss” or “Mister” and I accidentally said “Ya boi” without thinking and now I have a professor that calls me “ya boi Asmo” every time I see him.
Mammon: I’m not seeing the problem???
Satan: My friend MC is really pretty and they get dick pics all the time from annoying boys, so being the person they are, they started using them as blackmail. They now have about 30 boys doing their bidding because one stepped out of line and they got someone to print out 500 copies of the photo and mailed it to his family
They are running a blackmail mafia
This human is going places
Belphegor: HOLD UP IF EVERY PERSON IN THE SERIAL KILLER FANDOM PUT UP LIKE $10 WE COULD BUY JEFFERY DAHMERS CHILDHOOD HOME AND WE COULD ALL LIVE THERE
Diavolo: What the fuck
Lucifer: The serial killers fandom
Simeon: Or for the stunning price of $0 y’all could visit a church
Belphegor: I’ve been ignoring chainmail for years and I haven’t been killed even a single time, what a ripoff
Asmodeus: What armor r u wearing
Mammon: ADHD culture is writing fast but having your mind go even faster so you accidentally a few words
Asmodeus: Hey, I’ve never had a nightmare before and kinda want to know what they’re like, can anyone help me out?
Barbatos: Sure! See you soon
Diavolo: *isolates myself* perfect! But why am I sad
Simeon: *socializes* perfect! How do I get out of here
Leviathan: Anxiety is like perpetually hearing the boss/enemy music but never seeing the threat
Mammon: This is the best description I’ve ever heard
MC: God gave me depression because if my ambitions went unchecked I would have bested him in to hand combat by age 16
Simeon: God would like to speak with you
Mammon: IF YOU CANT HANDLE ME AT MY WORST JUST REMEMBER I HANDLE ME AT MY WORST AND THAT MAKES ME STRONGER THAN YOU
Asmodeus: oh my goodness that makes me feel powerful I hadn’t even thought of it like this
Leviathan: For some reason we’re scared of looking into the abyss of the ocean when it’s only a few miles deep, but we’re completely fine looking into the nearly infinite abyss of space. In fact, most of us find it calming.
Solomon: Gravity doesn’t drag me upwards into the unforgiving maw of the cosmos.
Lucifer: Not yet.
Solomon: If you wake up much earlier than normal you feel secret emotions
MC: #one time I just woke up at 7 am and stared at the sunrise for like an hour #don’t know what emotions those were but they sure were a lot!!
Satan: If you stay up late enough, you feel those same emotions, but the bad version of them
Beelzebub: My clearest memory from high school is my friend asking if I’d brought gym clothes and me asking “who the fuck is Jim?”
Solomon: Isn’t the idea supposed to be “you saved my life now I owe you a crippling debt?”
Nope. Other way round. “You saved my life, so now I’m your problem. If you don’t like it then kill me.”
Belphegor: God wanted me dead, now you get to find out why.
Solomon: Justice is best served cold.
Because if it were served warm, it would be justwater.
Leviathan: This one was bad enough to make me slow blink at the computer as I grinned, so therefore I have to inflict it on everyone else, too. Them’s the rules.
Satan: If I have to suffer so do you
Mammon: Why are you all complaining? This joke is amazing
Leviathan: The d in dirt stands for do not eat this please
Beelzebub: But the i r t stands for its really tasty
MC: Shout out to my fellow sexy bitches with adhd who use way more words than they really need at literally any time they write or type anything because their point has to come across 100% like they imagined it.
Simeon: Is this post an example?
Mammon: Thanks to Duolingo I can ask people if they are a horse but can’t tell people what my name is in French
Solomon: Ask me if I’m a fucking horse I dare you
Mammon: Tu es un cheval?
Mammon: ...oh you mOTHERFUCKER
Leviathan: I’m living my best life but like in my head
Asmodeus: Have you ever finished a test in 30 minutes and no one else was even close to being done
Asmodeus: I’m either really smart or I fucked up entirely
Belphegor: Nailed it or failed it
Satan: Black cats are wonderful because you can stare into the void and not only does the void stare back, sometimes it trots up to you happily and begs for pets
Diavolo: The void is loud and wants chicken
MC: No matter how old I get
I will always be at least slightly convinced that I’m capable of hurting a stuffed animal’s feelings
Diavolo: #suddenly memories of trying to fit all of my stuffed animals on my bed because I don’t want any of them to feel left out
Satan: Toy Story mentally fucked a generation of kids
Mammon: Ok can we agree that the WORST feeling is when your just sitting around consciously procrastinating and you’re just overly aware that each second that passes is more time wasted and you like watch hours pass and you’re STILL procrastinating and you CAN’T STOP and your panicked brain is trapped inside a body that refuses to be productive and inside you’re screaming but outwardly you’re just eating chips
Leviathan: Why would I buy a weighted blanket when I can sleep with the weight of knowing I will never be enough
Satan: Part of the new internet grammar: using question marks not to denote questions, but upturns in voice, so that a tentative statement gets a question mark but a flatly delivered question doesn’t.
Luke: Why would you do this
Solomon: It just seems right?
Asmodeus: (Bites lip sexily but really I’m just trying to peel this piece of skin off)
MC: THIS POST DESCRIBES MY ENTIRE FUCKING EXISTENCE
Simeon: You can probably tell which family member is coming upstairs by their step pattern but wouldn’t be able to pick out your own
Leviathan: If my own footsteps were coming down the hall towards me I reckon I would have bigger problems on my hands...
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Haikyuu!! Boys Reaction to S/O Removing Glasses Prank
Pairings: Tsukishima Kei x GN!Reader, Atsumu Miya x GN!Reader (Separate)
Genre: Crack, Humour, Fluff?
Warnings: None, badly edited
Honestly, this is more of something he’d do
So it can go both ways
He definitely said something to piss you off
After giving a comeback, you figuired now’s the perfect time to try it.
And you did :)
“Tsuki, I’m just trying to study-“ you gave him a look for him to stop bugging you. You hoped it would work but unlucky you, Tsukishima was in a mood today, and you were the lucky person.
“Why study? You’re just going to procrastinate again, right?” He looks at you with a knowing face while you were typing at your laptop.
You slowly turned your head to look at him, putting on your most “excuse-me-face” to see if he said what you presumed. I mean, he’s right, but he didn’t have to attack you like that.
After the silence being your answer, you decided to try a trend you saw awhile back and thought that right now was the perfect moment.
“I don’t even wanna look at you right now.” After taking off your glasses.
He stood there like 🧍
He really didn’t know what to say to that
Saltyshima just doesn’t know how to express his emotions.
Like a log 🪵
He does say sorry and makes up for it
Because you haven’t worn your glasses through the night to the evening of next day
This boy genuinely thought you didn’t wear your glasses. As if you don’t own contacts
He would never admit that you got him pretty good.
Ofc he started using that on other people tho
Kageyama wanted to drop kick him after he said that to him so bad.
This bitch istg
I love him, I do but he was so shocked when it happened
Over a very petty argument too
You like pushing his buttons :)
“ATSUMU, IT DOES!” You yell at your boyfriend from across the couch. You really don’t understand how someone can be so dense.
“Babe, I love ya, I do, BUT IT REALLY DOESN’T!” Atsumu tried hard to keep it in. He really did. But hearing this ridiculousness spew out of your mouth was something that his brain is having trouble comprehending.
“No, ‘tsum. Listen. Pineapple is pretty good! I don’t know how you ate it, but if you make it JUST RIGHT, then YES IT DESERVES TO BE ON A PIZZA!” At this point in the argument, you are trying so hard to convince him that it does. But alas, he has a thick skull and one too many timed bleach hair.
“Uh-uh, not listening, la la la,” Atsumu puts his hands to his ears, singing a rather annoying and out of tune song to keep from hearing you.
“Omg, I can’t believe you. You know what, I don’t even wanna look at you.”
The minute you take your glasses off you really can’t see much
Just a blurry image of your boyfriend who really looks like a log with a yellow blob at the top
Nothing new really
But when you did that, when I tell you this man SCREECHED
he really stood there looking at you like
“This girl did NOT just say this to me”
He thought it was a good one, but not when it’s towards him
Did not hesitate to take your glasses and put it back on you saying “THIS CONVO ISNT OVER”
You late got ‘Samu to make you guys some pizza with pineapple
The PROPER way
Atsumu liked it.
May or may not have bought fake glasses to try it on other pple too
Note: hey lovelies!! Here’s a random prank that I thought of doing to these boys after I’ve done it to my brother before he broke my only pair of functioning glasses. Anyways, hope you enjoyed and let me know if something wrong with it!!
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deep breath, do your job | owen joyner
requested; yes! - Could you do a Owen x reader where the reader is Owens personal assistant while filming JATP and while they are filming the reader starts catching feelings for Owen but Owen is in a relationship. Owen and his girlfriend breakup and the reader comes over to comfort Owen and Owen confesses that the reason him and his girlfriend broke up was because of the reader.
word count; 6.4K ... yeah kinda got away from me there. longest fic i’ve ever written
warnings; language, implied sexual content but no actual sex or description thereof
a/n; lol, so i just wrote from 1AM - 4AM because i’m procrastinating my child dev. project thats due today that’s worth a quarter of my grade. i really didn’t mean for this to be so long so it’s probably not this good and the ending is a lil’ rough, but oh well. hope whoever requested this likes it. i kinda do even though it’s long and only slightly proofread.
“Owen Patrick Joyner! Get your ass into hair and makeup before - oh, um, okay oops. Sorry ‘bout that. Should have knocked. I’ll just - yep, i’ll just go.”
You thought he’d be sleeping. It’s nap time for him anyway, so he should’ve been sleeping. Instead, your technically boss and definite crush, was on his trailer couch with a girl you’ve never seen before. Kissing her. Without a shirt. Yeah, you definitely need to get out of there.
You’re quick to close his door and begin to walk back to the hair and makeup trailer to tell them Owen will be a minute.
“Y/N! Hey! Wait up! It’s um, it’s not, well it is, but -” He grabs your arm, causing you to turn around and face him, which, big mistake. Abort. Abort. Turn around. His post make out face is something you did not want to see. Liar.
“It’s fine Owen. What you do in your free time is not my, well, actually it is since i’m your PA, I just mean who - WHAT, what you do in your personal time, in your trailer, is not my concern. Just, you’re needed in hair and makeup like, an hour ago. So, yeah, just, get there.” You stumble over half your words and watch his face fall as you near the end of your spiel. When he lets go of your arm you’re quick to turn around and leave him alone, walking right past hair and makeup and to set where you can curl up in your chair and eat your weight in brownies, if Madi hasn’t taken them all that is. You hope he goes to get his hair done. You know you should walk with him there because if you’re not practically dragging him to where he needs to go he never gets there on time, as just witnessed. But it’s usually because he’s goofing off with Charlie, not sucking face with a random girl.
You don’t notice the brownie in your hand has crumbled until a whistle comes from behind you. You turn around a little too quickly, sending the brownie bits flying to the floor.
“Shit.” You kneel down to begin picking it up, another hand coming into help. Charlie, based on the rings adorning the fingers.
“Is Owen’s keeper okay?” You huff a laugh at the name the cast gave you a week into filming. You’re the only one who has managed to keep Owen in line since filming started, the only reason he’s ever on time for anything or actually has real food in the apartment or has his drumsticks when needed, etc. etc.
The boys didn’t want PA’s when Kenny proposed it during bootcamp, they were young adults, they didn't want to boss someone around, it felt wrong. But having more experience than the boys, Kenny vetoed how they felt and told them PA’s would help tremendously, especially on a project like this. That’s where you came in. You were trying to get into the directing and producing scene in Hollywood, you’re dream to be as good a director as Steven Spielberg or, well, Kenny Ortega. But you knew you had to start small, so you applied for a PA job on an upcoming Netflix show, getting hired within the week. Now here you are, a nineteen year old being in charge of another nineteen year old who acts more like he’s five.
In the beginning, it was purely professional. You were nothing more than his PA who got him from place A to place B in a timely fashion. But then he started to rope you into pranks with the rest of the band. He started inviting you to movie nights, and adventures to the grocery store, and ice skating with Charlie and Madi, and somewhere between helping him keep his life in order and watching him fall on his ass at the ice rink, you fell for the blonde. You know it’s a mistake, falling for him. You work for him. He’s your friend. That’s all he sees you as, but you couldn’t help it. But you’re good at compartmentalizing, so you took all the inappropriate feelings, shoved them in a box, locked the box, and hid it deep in your unconscious. You were doing well with ignoring the box, until you walked in on Owen kissing someone that wasn’t you.
“I’m fine Charlie, just, stressed. Owen was an hour late to hair and makeup so I kinda feel like a shit PA right now.” Charlie chuckles and hugs you as you both stand up.
“Please Y/N, you’re the best PA. If it weren’t for you, Owen would never know where anything is, including his head.” You laugh into his shoulder, reveling in the hug for a few more seconds. When you part, you see a flash of blonde enter the set and sigh in relief. He made it. He’s ready. You’re not fired today.
Just incredibly confused and upset.
But not fired.
“You better go, I know you’re in this scene with Owen.” Charlie nods and squeezes your shoulder once before running after Owen onto the set that holds Julie’s shed. Taking a deep breath, you try to push whatever the hell you saw ten minutes ago into your box, and get ready for the day ahead.
Four hours, six brownies, and two cookies later, Owen is officially wrapped for the day, meaning you can go home and continue to eat your feelings in ice cream. You’re quick to grab your binder full of Owen’s schedules to drop tomorrow’s off at his trailer before he sees you. You’re not really in the mood to talk to him about what happened earlier, so you fast walk to his trailer, fully intent on just leaving the paper on his counter where he’ll see it, but a brown haired, green eyed girl throws that plan right out the window.
You’re so stupid. You should’ve known she would still be here. Waiting.
“Oh, um, hi.” She says. She sounds nice. She looks nice. But when you look at her all you can see is her hands in Owen’s hair and his lips on hers.
“Hi.” You don’t know how, but you managed to put on a smile and put a little pep into your voice.
“I’m Ashley. I’m waiting for Owen. Is he done?” You nod, not trusting your voice as you stand awkwardly in the doorway, one foot on the step the other in the trailer, hand outstretched ready to place the schedule on the table.
“He just wrapped for the day. Should be here in a few.” The girl - Ashley - nods.
“You’re Y/N, right? His personal assistant?” How does she know that. She giggles, “He talks about you all the time. Says the only reason he’s not fired or dead in a ditch is because of you.” OH, you said that aloud. Coolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoo-
“Y/N! What are ya doing just standing in the doorway?” Fuck. You put a smile on and turn around. He’s smiling softly at you, still in Alex’s clothes, twirling those damn drumsticks around his fingers.
“Um, just dropping tomorrow’s schedule off. Here. Okay...bye.” You walk down the steps, letting the door shut behind you, fully intent on leaving, but Owen grabs your arm again, just like earlier, causing you to stop and turn to look at him.
“Wait. Can we talk real quick. About...earlier?” No. No absolutely not.
“Um, I really have to go. I have a lot to do tonight for tomorrow.” Owen sighs and lets go of your arm, face contorting into that of a sad puppy.
“Just, one minute Y/N. Please. Let me explain.” Screw him and his perfect freaking face.
“A minute.” His face lights up and grabs your hand, leading you back into his trailer, smiling even wider at seeing Ashley sitting pretty on the couch.
“Y/N, this is Ashley, my girlfriend.” Ashley smiles and waves, standing up to stand by Owen and grab his hand. A rock settles in your chest at the word.
“Nice. I’m Y/N. But you knew that. Just like you also know I’m in charge of getting him to places on time. Which didn't happen today.” Owen’s face flushes at that while Ashley terribly hides a smirk behind her hand.
“Uh, yeah, sorry about that Y/N. She surprised me today. We weren’t supposed to see each other until Thanksgiving but she finished classes early and flew out to surprise me. Kinda got, caught up in -” His face is beat red so you’re quick to cut him off.
“It’s fine. Just, try not to get ‘caught up’ tomorrow, yeah?” It’s harsh and full of hostility, but you want to leave, the word still bouncing around in your head, swirling around the scene you walked into earlier.
“I have to go. See you tomorrow on set at 5 Am. Got it? Five A M. Don’t make me break into your apartment again. I almost got arrested for that.” Owen is still reeling from your harsh words said a second ago to laugh at the memory. Ashley however, has no qualms about speaking up.
“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure he’s here on time.” She smiles and wraps around his arm like a koala. You hold back a scoff, throwing up a fake smile before turning and leaving.
It’s almost midnight.
It’s 11:48 PM and someone is knocking on your door.
Who the fuck is pounding on your door at near midnight.
You shuffle to the door wrapped up in your comforter, wiping the sleep out of your eyes. You don’t bother looking through the peephole, too angry at the person behind the door to bother, just wanting to yell at them and get back to bed.
“What the - Charlie?” He looks exhausted, hair ruffled and eyes puffy. He’s in joggers, a random band tee and his denim jacket. You’re pretty sure his shoes are on the wrong feet.
“Can I stay the night?” He doesn’t wait for your response before walking into your apartment, flinging his shoes and jacket off and walking to your room. You sigh, ignoring the way he just threw his stuff around and instead follow him to your room before he takes your side of the bed. You walk in just as he chucks his shirt off and woah. You were so not expecting that. An explanation as to why he’s here at midnight? Yeah. Him taking your side of the bed? Definitely. But not Charlie taking his shirt off and crawling onto the right side of the bed and curling around a pillow. You take a moment to collect yourself and your thoughts before crawling into bed next to him, making sure to drape the comforter over him as well. He hums in content and turns around to face you.
“Sorry for barging in like this. Just, ugh, Owen and that girl are not quiet if you catch my drift.” And it’s like the rock in your heart is now a boulder and it’s crushing your ribcage. You can’t breathe. You can’t think. You’re frozen, staring at Charlie’s half asleep face. “Like I get it, you’ve missed each other. But c’mon bro I’m there too.” He keeps talking. Keeps pushing the boulder until all the ribs crack and puncture your lungs. “There’s somethings in this world I never wanted to hear, and Owen moaning was one of them.” He won’t shut up. Charlie shut up. You’re entire chest is fracturing, breaking at his words and he needs to shut. up.
“I didn’t really know where else to go, but I remembered how comfy your bed was last movie night so, here I am.” His voice is raspy, words slurring as he’s trying to fight sleep to explain to you why he’s here. But you can’t focus on him right now. Can’t think about a shirtless Charlie in your bed. There’s only one thing you can think about right now.
“Thanks for letting me crash by the way. I’ll try not to kick you in my sleep.” He chuckles, then finally opens his eyes when you don’t laugh back. You don’t know how you look right now. You know you’re frozen. But is the panic and pure sadness showing on your face? It must be, because suddenly Charlie is wide awake and leaning up on his elbow to look at you fully. “Y/N are you okay?” He’s worried. You want to tell him you’re okay. It’s fine. Everything is fine. But you can’t move. You can’t talk. Because reality is crushing you. It’s ripping up your heart, suffocating you, consuming your mind.
Owen isn’t yours.
Owen will never be yours.
You’re just a friend.
You’re just his PA.
That’s when the tears finally start. They come slowly, one trailing down your cheek, then another. Then all at once your sobbing into Charlie’s chest, no doubt getting snot all over him. But he doesn’t seem to care. He just starts to hum some random song while he repeatedly runs his hand over your hair, the other holding you close to him. He keeps humming, his chest vibrating and giving you something to focus on that isn’t your depressing thoughts. It’s almost soothing, the petting and the hug and the humming.
You don’t know how long you sob into him, but when you stop, his humming stops too. He still holds you close, just lets go of your head so you can lean back a little and look up at him. He’s brows furrow in concern and he pouts at your post-crying face.
“Are you okay? Am I really that bad of company?” He tries for funny but you can’t bring yourself to laugh with him. Just pout and push his semi-wet chest. “Seriously Y/N, i’ve never seen you like this. What’s wrong?” Those two words.
What’s wrong? I fell for my boss and now he’s doing it with some girl and I can’t stop thinking about them and it’s killing me because before I could live with being his friend and PA because at least there was some sliver of a chance but now there’s nothing because he has someone and I have no one and I can’t breathe because oh my god I love him. I love that stupid fool and i’m nothing but his personal assistant.
It’s quiet for a minute, too quiet, and that’s when you realize you said all that out loud. You look up at Charlie, which was a mistake because his face is full of pity. It’s all sad puppy eyes and “Shit Y/N i’m so sorry.” A fresh wave of tears make their way out of your eyes, but Charlie is quick to wipe them away.
“Y/N I didn’t know I’m so sorry. I wouldn’t have said all of that, God I was so stupid.” And then it’s like a whole new flood gate opens, this one full of laughter though. You start with a chuckle, but soon it’s full out belly laughing. Because Charlie isn’t the stupid one here.
“I’m the stupid one. I mean, how idiotic does a PA have to be to fall for the one they’re in charge of? Never mix work with pleasure. It’s PA-ing 101, don’t fall for your boss. I’m so fucking stupid to ever fall for him or think he’d like me back because i’m just his stupid PA who has no talent what so ever, never has a good hair day, can’t go a day without eating their weight in sugar, and will never see him again after filming is wrapped.” Your laughing dies down by the end, and then ends completely when you see the look on Charlie’s face. It’s not exactly pity, but it’s not exactly sadness either. It’s hard to describe what exactly it is, but it’s not good.
“Y/N. Babes. I don’t ever want to hear you talk about yourself like that again, okay? I swear to God next time I hear anything like that come out of your mouth again, I’m hitting you with a pillow.” You giggle, but he stays serious. “Dead ass Y/N. Listen, was it probably not the smartest to fall for Owen? Yeah. But you didn’t know he had someone. I didn’t even know he had a girl and I’m his roommate. But, we can’t help who we like. It’s all brain chemistry and heart palpitations and whatever else. It’s something we can’t control. So don’t say you’re stupid because of something you can’t control.”
“You’re being really smart and caring for twelve am.” You both chuckle, a real smile gracing your face for once in the past twelve hours.
“I’m sorry for the breakdown it’s just, there’s a lot in my head right now and what you said really didn’t help.” Charlie sighs and pulls you in close.
“I’m sorry babes. You should’ve slapped me or something.”
“I probably would’ve had the breakdown at some point tonight anyway.” Charlie pulls back a bit to look at you, confusion on his face. “I kinda walked in on them making out earlier when Owen was late to hair and makeup.”
“Is that why you crushed that brownie earlier?” You sigh and nod.
“Y/N, i’m sorry. I’m so sorry you have to go through this.”
“It’s fine Charlie. It’s, well, it’s not but, I’ll get over it. I’m a big girl. Besides, I have you to get my tears and snot all over right?” He groans while you giggle, but he isn’t really mad if the way he pulls you close and rests his face in your hair is any indication.
The next day you drive to set with Charlie who didn’t have to be on set at five like Owen, but joined you nonetheless. Taking his duty as your new ‘heartguard’ as he called it last night, you walk to hair and makeup with his arm around your shoulders. It’s comforting, even though he’s putting most of his weight on you because he’s exhausted, the coffee you gave him this morning clearly doing nothing to wake up.
“Charlie, you could’ve stayed in bed until you were actually needed.” You laugh as he trips up the steps to the trailer, nearly face planting if it weren’t for you wrapping your arms around his waist last minute.
“Char you good?” You hear BooBoo ask. Charlie grumbles something incoherent and shoves his face into your neck as you lean against the arm of the couch. BooBoo laughs, so do you, but quickly sober up when Owen walks in, Ashley on his arm. Charlie must have ESP or something because, without looking up at who walked in, he wraps his arms around your waist and murmurs in your ear, “Deep breaths. I’m here.” You do as he says, shooting Owen a friendly smile, but dropping it as he frowns at you.
What is that about?
“Glad to see you on time Owen. I wouldn’t have been able to break in this morning anyway because an octopus decided to break into my own apartment last night.” You ruffle Charlie’s hair as you say that and he grumbles some more, playfully biting your neck as well. “Ow. Asshole.” Owen frowns even deeper at that, while BooBoo chuckles. He get’s scolded a second later for moving.
“So that’s where you disappeared to last night. I was wondering why you weren’t home this morning.” Owen’s voice is tight while he says it, Ashley noticing as well if the tightened grip on his arm is anything to go by. Charlie squeezes your waist as a way to say, ‘prepare yourself’ before he moves his head to lean against your shoulder so he can talk.
“Yeah well, I wouldn’t have had to if you and your girl weren’t so freaking loud.” You tense up, mind starting to reel again, but a squeeze to your waist and a warm breath on your neck manages to bring you back. The trailer goes quiet, even the hair and makeup ladies tensing up and sensing the tension. Charlie, ever the wrong place, wrong time type of guy, grabs your hand and places it on his hair, then moves it back and forth.
“Pet me.” Despite the tension in the room, you can’t help but giggle at the stupid Canadian boy wrapped around you. Apparently that’s all the rest of the people in the trailer needed to go back to what they were doing. That or they just didn’t want to get involved in young adult drama. You shoot a look at Owen, his jaw tense and hands clenched into fists. Completely ignoring the way Ashley leans up to kiss Owen’s neck, you open your phone and begin to read off his schedule for the day, your left hand still running through Charlie’s hair.
“Hair and makeup at five AM, sit your butt down and let Shelly do her thing, costume fitting right after. First scene at six-thirty with BooBoo, you guys are doing the scene at the Orpheum where you talk about what’s been going on, you’re going to be sad so this whole frowny face you got going on? Keep it. A break after that then rehearsal with Charlie, Jer, and Mads for Stand Tall. Fitting for the Stand Tall suit is after that, but no actual filming for that scene yet, just getting the measures right so after that, you’re done for the day.” You take a deep breath after all that, BooBoo whistling at you from his seat.
“You could be an auctioneer with how fast you talk.” You smile and bow your head at him.
“I’ll take that as a compliment Boo.” He shoots you a smile and then raises his hand to high five Owen as he sits next to him. Owen ignores him. In fact, he stays silent throughout all of getting his hair and makeup done. Only smiling occasionally when Ashley shows him a meme on her phone. You watch them, the boulder in your chest rolling around as you do so. But not for jealousy, no, for concern. Owen is acting very unlike himself. You may be upset right now, especially with him, but it doesn’t mean you still don’t see him as a friend; still don’t worry about him. Something is wrong, and you can’t help but feel like it’s your fault.
“So did it work?” You jump in surprise at the voice behind you, the cookie in your hand crumbling and falling onto the table.
“Charlie! What did I say about sneaking up on me?” You turn to look at the boy who is smiling too wide at you for you to think this is about to be a completely innocent conversation.
“Did it work?” He’s practically vibrating where he stands.
“Did what work?”
“The cuddling this morning? Didn’t you see Owen? He was totally jealous.” And - what? That’s why he was so touchy this morning?
“I just thought you were tired, that was - you were trying to make Owen jealous? Charlie what the hell? He has a girlfriend!” Charlie rolls his eyes and loops his arm around yours, dragging you away from the cookies and towards the costume room.
“Yeah, but we both know she shouldn’t be. And the way he was acting this morning? I think he’s starting to realize that too.” There’s no way...right? No, the way Charlie described last night...no.
“No, okay, he was probably just tired and angry about having to be here so early.” Yeah, that’s it. He was not jealous of the friendly cuddling you and Charlie were doing. Totally...not. Holy shit. You hear Charlie giggling in your ear as you enter costume.
There, in front of you, is a very shirtless, very toned, very pretty Owen Joyner.
“You’re welcome.” Then Charlie is off to God knows where. Leaving you alone with Owen. Well, not really alone since Soyon is here too, running around looking for different fabrics and textures to throw on Owen. A still very shirtless Owen.
“Oh, hi Y/N. What are you doing here?” Owen asks, looking at you though the floor length mirror in front of him. He’s not smiling at you, but he’s not frowning either, so improvement from this morning.
“Oh, um, just making sure you got here on time. And look at that. You did! Good job.” You clap, who knows why, but it makes Owen laugh, which, whew, okay.
“Yeah, I reminded him.” A voice behind you says. You turn and look at Ashley walking in, coffee cup in hand. She bounces up to Owen, ignoring Soyon and placing a big, wet kiss onto his lips before moving to the couch off to the side. Owen seems shocked by the PDA, which makes sense, you know he’s not big on that, remembering one late night conversation you both had a few weeks ago.
“Anyway, Y/N, how does this one looks. I think the ruffles are nice. And then when he’s performing Stand Tall we can,” and then she begins to unbutton the shirt all the way down to mid chest and okay, seriously Soyon, now you just want to torture me.
“I like this.” Owen says, twirling in the mirror like a ballerina. This causes the shirt to fling open more, showing his chest more in the process.
Be a friend.
You’re a big girl.
“Yeah. It’s good,” you say, walking over to him to tuck to the sides back together somewhat. “Are you going to keep with the pink theme for the jacket?” Soyon smiles and nods, walking away for a minute leaving you alone with Owen and Ashley.
“Should it really be unbuttoned that much? I mean, it is a kids show? I don’t want to share my boy with fangirls.” Ashley says. You can’t stop your eyes from rolling or the scoff that leaves your mouth. You watch Owen’s Adam's apple bob as he gulps.
“Please, Charlie is sleeveless for a majority of the show. Owen showing a little chest isn’t gonna hurt anyone. Besides, Soyon chose good. The way the shirt fits and settles it’s never going to open all the way. Unless, ya know, he twirls like some Carolynn Rowland wannabe.” You smile up at Owen and inhale sharply when you see he’s already looking down at you. “And with the jacket on it’ll stay put pretty well.” You’re still holding the shirt in your hands, looking at Owen’s face as you talk. For a second, it’s just you and him, looking at each other, smiling. Then Soyon comes back and clears her throat. The trance breaks and you back up. You wipe your sweaty hands on your jeans before backing up and standing next to the mirror. You feel eyes on you and look over to see Ashely glaring at you.
“Here we go. One pink jacket to match.” Owen slides it on and smiles wide. You have to say, it looks good. Professionally speaking of course.
“Soyon, have I ever said how freaking amazing you are. I mean, this is really good looking. Very Alex.” Owen praises. He’s smiling and it’s a nice sight after this mornings debacle.
“Alex is going to be the best looking one on that stage.” Owen looks over at you, his smile still there, and the boulder shrinks three sizes.
“Still think the shirt should be buttoned.” Ashley mutters. But everyone ignores her, even Owen, who does another twirl in front of the mirror.
“Well then, you’re all set Owen. Go ahead and change and I’ll see you tomorrow.” Soyon leaves, going off to do costume designer things, leaving you alone with Owen and Ashley again. Owen takes the jacket off, then looks around not knowing what to do with it. You sigh and smile softly, taking it from him.
“Here, just give me all the clothes and i’ll take them back to your rack.” He smiles thankfully at you, before frowning again and looking down at his outfit. Getting what he’s thinking, you chuckle and cross your arms. “Bub I just saw you shirtless it’s not a big deal. Now c’mon, give me the clothes before Soyon thinks you’re stealing them.” Owen looks up at you in a way you’ve never seen him look at you before. It makes you take a sharp breath in.
“Maybe you should go. I can give the clothes to Soyon. Don’t you have assistant duties to do?” Ashley is right next to you as she says it. It makes your ears hurt and hands clench. You’re quick to unclench though, not wanting to wrinkle the nice pink jacket. Ashley moves forward to unbutton Owen’s shirt all the way, but he grabs her hand before she can begin.
“Actually I need Y/N to stay. I have to talk to her about some, ya know, assistant stuff. And besides, she knows where Alex’s rack is and that’s where the clothes have to go. Why don’t you go wait for me in the trailer, I’ll be there in a few.”
I need Y/N to stay.
That shouldn’t make you feel as warm and tingly as it does.
Ashley scoffs and looks away, clearly trying to guilt trip him. Owen sighs and kisses her cheek.
“Trailer. Ten minutes.” Ashley sighs before nodding and finally leaving. He watches her go, then turns back to you when she finally disappears. You clear your throat and he looks back at you, face a bit red.
“Um, hey.” You chuckle.
“Hi.” He nods, and you sigh, walking so you’re right in front of him. “Seriously, O, you need to get this off because if they’re not on the rack for Soyon to fix up by the end of the day it’s my head on a stick, not yours.” Then you’re unbuttoning his shirt.
You’re unbuttoning. His shirt. You don’t realize you’re doing it until you hand grazes his navel when you untuck it from his pants. You hear him suck in a breath and you immediately take two steps back.
“Sorry, um. Sorry that was not, um, -”
“It’s okay. You were just, doing your job. Making sure I get stuff done on time, right?” But his voice is wobbly as he says it and his face is as red as a tomato. You couldn’t have made him that flushed, not you?
“Right. Yeah. Um, so, pants?” Owen looks at you with wide eyes. “I need to take the pants back too.” It’s quiet, but you know he heard you because he nods his head and begins to unbutton them. You suddenly feel very hot, very suffocated. You should’ve left when you had the chance, just let Ashley do this. You shouldn’t be here, watching as he pulls the velvet pants down his legs. Watching as he steps out of them and - oh God he’s falling. You grab his hand to help him but it’s too late, you both tumble to the ground. You’re on top of him, smushed up against his bare chest, faces centimeters apart, sharing breaths.
“Sorry.” You mumble. You watch him gulp and look down. Down at wha - oh.
“It’s, it’s okay. I’m the one that fell and pulled you down.” You nod, causing your nose to brush against his. You’re close, so freaking close that if you were to move not even a full centimeter, your lips would touch.
“What. The. Hell!” SHit. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
You’re quick to scramble away from Owen, butt scooting across the floor to get as far away from him as possible. Owen jumps up, kicking the pants away then realizing that was probably not a smart idea because now he’s half naked in between Ashley and you.
“Ash I -”
“You were taking forever, wanted to know why. Thought you said there was nothing between you two?” She’s practically screeching. You know within minutes there will be a crowd. A crowd Owen will not want, his anxiety will not want. Ignoring his stuttering and the conversation in general, you push away the heat in your belly and the tingling in your spine and take a deep breath.
Be a friend. Do your job.
You grab Owen’s clothes and put them in his hands, ignoring his speaking and Ashley ranting, you grab his hand and then hers, and shove them towards the back exit.
“This is a trailer conversation, not a wardrobe fitting conversation. Leave, now.”
“No, I have a lot to say -”
“Listen to me, I’m trying to do my job and not get Owen in trouble. If you really care about him, you’ll take this conversation to his trailer. Now.” Then you shove them out the door before Ashley could screech some more.
Do your job.
You go back to the fitting area, only to see Charlie, Jer, and Madi standing there, looking confused.
Do your job.
“Hey guys. Owen just left. He and Ashley are having a date night.” Charlie gives you a look, but Jer and Madi nod, going to accept it, but Charlie has to open his big dumb Canadian mouth.
“Why’d we hear screaming then?” Charlie questions. Jer and Madi look at each other, then back at you.
“Oh, uh, mouse. I saw a mouse. Yep. Mouse. Anyway, I have to get this clothes hung up before they wrinkle, so excuse me.”
Do your job.
You walk around the trio, gathering the suit and shaking everything out as you walk over to the Alex rack to hang them up. You hear the door to the room open and two sets of feet walking out.
“Charlie, everything is fine okay? Just a little misunderstanding.”
“Like?” You sigh and turn around from finishing hanging up the clothes.
“Like...Owen kinda fell and when I went to help him I feel too...on top of him.” There’s silence then,
“OH MY GOD! Y/N THAT’S LIKE FANFIC SHIT THAT WAS THE MOMENT! DID YOU KISS OH MY GOD TELL ME EVERYTHING!” He’s jumping up and down as he makes his way to you.
“Ashley walked in.” All excitement stops.
“Oh shit.” You nod, walking past him to settle on the couch, pulling a pillow to your chest.
“Yeah. And she started screeching and I knew Owen wouldn’t like to attention so I shoved them out the back door to his trailer.” Charlie’s arm goes around you, pulling you close. He goes to say something, but your phone ringing indicating a text from Owen stops him. You pull it out, opening it as Charlie watches over your shoulder.
My trailer plz.
Charlie starts shaking your shoulders, smiling like a maniac. “This is your chance Y/N go go GO!” you shake your head at Charlie’s antics, but leave nonetheless.
Anxiety creeps up on you as you get closer and closer to his trailers, not knowing what you’re going to walk into. Him firing you? Saying you can’t be friends anymore? Ashley ready to claw your face off?
Be a friend.
You knock on his door. It opens a second later to a frantic looking Owen. Now you're anxious about him. Why does he look upset? Is he okay? He grabs your hand and pulls you into his, oh, empty trailer. Ashley is nowhere to be seen.
“Hey, thanks for coming.” You nod, still looking around expecting her to jump out and slap you. “Um, sit. Sit, I have to talk to you about something.” You go to sit on the couch, but then remember what occurred there yesterday and instead lean against the counter. He notices but doesn’t say anything.
“Yeah okay. What’s up?” You try to act nonchalant, but the anxiety is too high for that. ‘I have to talk to you about something’ never ends well. He walks over and sits on the bed pats the spot next to him. God, this can’t be a good conversation if he really wants you to sit.
“Ashley and I were never...on here.” He mumbles. You walk over and sit next to him, blushing that he caught on to why you didn’t sit on the couch.
“Must be serious if you need me to sit.” Owen takes a deep breath, another, another, and then there’s lips on your. They’re soft and nice and taste like carmex chapstick.
“Mhm, Owen, what, what are you doing?” Your faces are still close together, both of you not wanting to back away yet.
“I’m gonna talk. Okay I’m gonna talk and I want you to listen and not crawl inside your head too soon okay?” You nod, knowing in this moment you’d do anything to keep him this close.
“I knew Ashley from high school. She started texting me a few weeks back and one thing led to another and she was calling me her boyfriend. I didn’t want it but it happened and I let it because it got my mind off a girl I shouldn’t like because it would ruin so many things. I didn’t know she was coming to visit and when she knocked on my trailer she jumped me and just kept going. And I just went along with everything yesterday because I’m supposed to be her boyfriend and I’m supposed to think about those things with her and I’m supposed to want those things with her, but I don’t Y/N. I don’t want those things with her I never did. I, I want them with you. I’ve wanted them with you from the moment you finally stopped being shy around me and dragged me from crafts by my ear to hair and makeup. You’re so amazing Y/N and I thought if I did anything I’d ruin this and ruin your career and I didn’t want that. I never wanted that so I went along with Ashley but I shouldn’t have because the whole time I was thinking about you. It’s always been -” You kiss him. You grab him by the cheeks and kiss him. It’s a passionate kiss, an ‘about time’ kiss, an ‘i’m never letting you go’ kiss.
You only break away when you can’t breathe, and even then you only pull away enough to breath in each other’s air.
“She left. She’s gone. She knew I was never 100% in.” You nod, but you’re not really listening. You can’t hear anything other than your heartbeat.
He likes you.
Owen likes you.
Owen kissed you.
“It’s always been you, Y/N.” You smile. It’s a big one that you have to hamper down by biting your lip. Owen smiles back, then you’re kissing again.
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HAIKYUU BOYS FINDING YOU AWAKE AT 3AM
characters — hajime iwaizumi, atsumu miya, kei tsukishima, keiji akaashi
warnings — none!
knew you had lots of work to get done for your job. you'd procrastinated and you were now facing the music as you scrambled in your office to finish all your work. however, he didn't think you'd be up until 3am. iwaizumi was surprised when he wasn't met with your warmness in bed. you'd usually crawl on top of him by now. "y/n are you for real?" he rolled his eyes as he crept into your office to see you slumped over on your desk, "okay honey it's time for bed.." he pulled your chair out from under the desk. "no haji i have a few more things to do." you said as you attempted to scooch your chair back but he quickly stopped. "it's okay doll. it's time for bed. you did what you could okay?" he swiftly lifted you out of your chair. "haji my boss is gonna be mad~" you whined as he gently placed you in your shared bed. "y/n, we can figure it out in the morning okay?" iwaizumi huffed as he climbed into his own side of the bed. no response came from you as you had already passed out. "of course." he mentally chuckled before kissing your forehead goodnight.
just bought you a new game. he knew it was a bad idea when he saw that look in your eye as he handed it to you. "ya can't stay up too late angel. ya got work tomorrow." he said sternly with a bit of sass and he raised his eyebrows at you. "i won't i won't. thank you baby." you pecked him on the cheek before attempting to run off but he grabbed your wrist to stop you, "i think i deserve a lil more than that.. don't ya think so sweetheart?" you chuckled before cupping his chin and planting a gentle kiss on his soft lips, "how's that?" you chuckled again before running off. that was at 7 pm — it is now 3 am and atsumu could still hear the gaming noises from downstairs. he heard you mumble a string of curses each time you died. he sighed heavily before sluggishly walking down the stairs before eerily standing behind you who was seated on the couch, a dark aura radiating from him. "it's time for bed sweetheart." he mumbled from behind you, causing you to flinch. "cmon tsum one more try!" you pouted. that didn't work as he shut the tv off, "baby ya got work in the mornin'. ya need yer beauty sleep." he wearily smiled. "nooooo." you whined as you reached for the remote. atsumu became a bit frustrated as he hoisted you off the couch and brought you upstairs. you didn't struggle much as you had already dozed off. "that's ma princess." he deeply chuckled as he wrapped the covers around you. "love ya." he kissed your cheek.
didn't like the empty feeling of his bed. he didn't like the coldness radiating from where you should've been — but he knew better than to complain to you. he'd rather give your boss a piece of his mind — as he had given you an abnormal amount of work due the next day, earning you another sleepless night. you'd given him several nonchalant "its alright kei." and "it's my job isn't it?" mumbles but he wasn't buying it. this was relatively normal but it was now 3 am and you still weren't in bed. he'd waited all night for you and you still weren't asleep? he shuffled over to the dining room to see you sluggishly making another cup of coffee. "hey. come to bed." he said as he stood behind you who was pouring the coffee creamer in the mug. "i have a few more things kei i'll be there soon." you replied, not turning around. he scoffed before roaming around the large kitchen, "i need to give that guy a piece of my mind. look at what he's doing to you.." he rolled his eyes and let out a string of mumbles about how unfair it was. "i know i know. but it's my job. go back to bed okay?" you pecked him on the cheek before sitting back down at the dining room table. "no just come to bed. i can fight for you just come on." he rolled his eyes as he shut your laptop. "kei-" "y/n i don't wanna hear it. just come to bed. we can cuddle or whatever just come on it's cold down here." he scoffed, pulling you out of your chair and into his chest. "fine." you clung to his lanky torso as he supported you up the stairs. "glad you finally got some sense you fool." tsukishima bitterly laughed before you playfully hit his chest.
only thought you were up putting the final touches on your presentation for work — keywords: final touches. of course he didn't think it would take all night. he reached over to pull you into his chest but you weren't there. the continuous typing from the guest bedroom peaked his interest as he slowly made his way over to see you sat against the headboard, blue light glasses pressed against your nose. akaashi stood in the doorway, "y/n, my love, it's time for bed okay?" keiji softly said as he made his way over to you. you pulled him down for a kiss on the cheek, "i'm not done yet keiji." you frowned. "i know i know but it's getting late. i'll help you with it in the morning." he gently shut your laptop before pulling you off the bed. you instantly melted into his embrace as you hugged him loosely, trying to make your way back to your shared room. "you can go in late tomorrow. i'll help you when you wake up okay?" keiji whispered against your neck as he softly placed a kiss there before placing another one on your soft lips. "love you kaashi." you pulled him down for another kiss before smiling softly at him, his cheeks dusting a light pink. "i love you too. goodnight my love." he smiled before climbing into bed with you.
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Hi! This is my first time requesting so I dont know if this is correct but headcanons of the brothers if the MC asks if they have eaten human meat before?? You can ignore this if your uncomfortable with this, have a great day! :))
I only don't write certain triggering things like sewerslide, self ouchie and forced devils tango - I know these are very non serious ways to censor these sensative topics but I would like to avoid triggering anyone
I know some people just shut down just by hearing it or seeing the word and it's really unfortunate
So yes, I'll take your request!
Warning: food, blood, gore-ish?, eating, teeth, human consumption, hallucinations and angst
It was dinner; you were having a fatty steak with garlic bread and a creamy seasoned sauce that the meat was cooked in and chewy dough balls filled cheese. The brothers wanted a meat dish and it was your turn to cook so you got human world ingredients to give everyone what they wanted.
You weren't sure what was eating at you. For the past few days stress as been at an all time high! You've become irrationality emotional to every situation which didn't help as you were experiencing mini hallucinations and continuous tricks on the eyes.
You hoped cooking and getting your mind off whatever was happening around you would help but it seems to be a futile attempt.
You set the table, making sure to add extra vegetables for asmo and levi. As soon as dinner was announced all the boys came trampling through the halls to reach the table first, Beel beating them by already being at the door. He was waiting there feeling himself drool whilst you cooked. Once everyone was seated you smiled, taking your seat and began to eat.
Your appitete diminished the more you chew. Finding it to be unfufilling. Your stomach felt like a void and the food only made that feeling more present. You poked at your food with a growing frown.
You heard a fleshy squelch.your eyes flickering up to see Satan; his sharp teeth sinking into the steak. He easily ripped it apart letting any sauce from the meat drip down his chin. For most of the demons it was medium rare; blood mixing in with the sauce. You could still see pink on the inside. When he bit into it it looked so soft with left over blood forming at the bite.
It was so fleshy. For a moment the steak slice turned into an arm. Just a slice of human flesh; his fangs ripping into it as if it was nothing. Apart of your arm ached just from the sight.
You shook your head, rapidly blinking. You hesitantly looked back up and it faded back to normal. These kind of hallucinations were popping up more often; you were terrified. It was putting you off food because you couldn't stop seeing it as something disgusting.
Asmo raised his voice, a sound of a knife stabbing down on a plate following it. You looked to see he stabbed the space between Beels fingers as he tried to steal a dough ball. But that didn't stop him, curling a finger around it and quickly detracted his hand. His brother huffed chomping down his vegetables.
Your eyes couldn't leave Beels figure; it was as if you had to see what he was doing.
Once again your eyes focused on the teeth. Beels fangs were the biggest out of Everyone meanwhile Satan's were long and thin. Levi's teeth reminded you of a shark. Mammons were like a cat with the focus on his top fangs. Asmo's teeth were the most human, reminding you of a vampire. Lucifers teeth were like Satan's but not as long. Belphegor was similar to his twin brother.
Your tongue poked along your smooth teeth. A few bumps here and there and the little prick from your canines. It was nothing compared to them.
Time seemed to freeze as his teeth sank into the ball. It squished with the juices from the cheese and the sauce forming on the flesh- flesh? It wasn't flesh. No it was dough. You held back a scream when you saw an eye replace the dough ball. You immediately snapped away your gaze.
"(Y/N), You haven't been eating."
All of them looked at you. Noticing how little was eaten on your plate. You could see the concern on their faces but your brain slowed. The words leaving your mouth before you even realized it.
"Have any of you eaten a human before?"
The air became thick. It made you choke, a knot forming in your throat as you stared at your plate. Waiting for their answer. Hoping they'll answer. Why aren't they saying anything?!
"That's an unpleasant question, what's prompted this?"
You wanted to say you weren't sure but then memories flashed before your eyes. The threats you've gotten from Beel, asmo telling you're delicious after nipping your skin, mammons stomach suddenly growling after hiding his head in your skin. This what has been bothering you.
You were frightened - no terrified you were going to end up on this table. Striped and ready on a silver platter for them to dig in. Would they do it whilst your alive? Desiring to feel you squirm between their teeth or would they be merciful? Killing and cooking you. A Morbid part of you wished they made you into a good meal if they did that; to not let your body go to waste and mean nothing other than something to tear into.
You felt sick. Your stomach churning the more you thought but you couldn't shut off your brain.
"Just.....curious, you're demons afterall so I thought it would make sense."
All of them were uncomfortable. They knew what they've done in the past and some in the more recent times. But what is recent and past to beings who've forgotten time? Where procrastination could last centuries and no one would bat an eye. What was hundreds years for humans could feel like a week to them.
"I'm going to tell them-" Belphie piped in but immediately got shut down by his brothers.
"don't ya dare even utter another word, you can't frighten them like this-!"
"Are you crazy?! They're never going to want to be around me again!"
"Don't be disgusting, this shouldn't even be a topic we talk about right now!"
"Keep your damn mouth shut."
"You'll frighten them, they already look unwell."
"That's enough, all of you, you're not doing anything to soothe-"
"Would you eat me?!" You suddenly stood up, looking at all of them with an expression of fear and determination.
They just stared at you absolutely stunned by your question.
"No way! We wouldn't do such a thing to you! We care too much about ya to do something like!"
"so if I didn't mean anything would you eat me? Atleast give me some comfort and tell me you'd kill me before you did it-!"
But none of them could give you that comfort. They knew they eat it with their prey still crying and thrashing for their lives.
"You don't need to worry about such a thing, you're going to experience no harm from us or anyone in the Devildom, we've made sure of it."
You shook your head. "Just answer my questions! If you're innocent then you'll just be able to say no! So do it! Say no!"
"We've all eaten a human but since the exchange program was planned we were banned from doing it - we've lost the taste for human flesh or... atleast I have."
His eyes skimmed over his brothers faces, lingering on the ones he knows still hunger for it.
"I think I need to take a break from here....…just need to get away-"
Your voice trailed off, your vision becoming fuzzy. Their faces contorted and stretched into monstrous beings. You stumbled back before your eyes rolled back, your body falling to the floor.
When you finally woke up you weren't in the house of lamentation. Simeon crouched beside you, placing a damp towel on your cheek. You whined at the cold feeling; it made your burning skin sting.
you weren't sure how or when you got here. The angel helped you slowly lay down, caressing your skin.
"It's okay, Solomon will be back soon, Diavolo said it'll be best you go back home for a little while, don't worry I'll be sure to visit."
You nodded, your head feeling like a sack of bricks balancing on your neck. You let your eyes close as Simon kept brushing the towel on your exposed skin. Humming an unfamiliar tune.
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HELPING WITH YOUR HAIR
bakugo katsuki, aizawa shouta, toyomitsu taishiro
deese boys trynna be good boyfies n help with ya hair cuz they lubbbbb u
warnings: exponential floof? should there be a warning? swearing, yeah ofc theres swearing
alright well katsuki has noticed your disdain when washing your hair and he's also noticed you put a lot more effort into taking care of your hair than he does
when he asksa bout it, he'll ask if you need help and he'll have this worried look on his face, it's not that he's worried, his lil heart hurts when you struggle and he just wants to help with the burden
he'll notice how thick your hair is and his hands will tangle so easily, the boi is looking down at his hands in your hair bc WHY TF IS THERE SO MUCH
but show him and he'll learn how to work your hair better than you do, massaging your scalp without tangling your hair too much
he LOVES to talk to you when he's doing your hair, shampooing and working the conditioner from your roots to the ends of your hair
he does swear under his breath when he sees how many products you've gathered, but when he does get the shower cap and conditioner
he learns that this is his one of his favorite times because you can't do too much because of the shower cap and the leaking water coming down your forehead BUT
he doesn't like how the water and conditioner comes down and you whine about it or start growling at the droplets SOOO boy will grab one of his Ground Zero headbands and let you wear it
while he waits for you to dry your hair or let it air dry, he'll get what you need to do your hair, he likes putting it into little puffballs
whether he wants to admit it, he likes doing this no matter how much he grumbles about the process, it makes him feel like a responsible and very caring boyfriend
aizawa notices just how sometimes you'll procrastinate about washing your hair
he'll ask if you want a little help with your routine and he will insist when you say it's tiresome, one hundred percent give you a kiss and tell you he's here to lighten the burden
but damn when he gets his fingers in your hair, he's shook when he feel's just how thick it is
he knew it was thick before but DAYUM
he'll take his time and ask for tips while he's learning how to comb through your hair and he definitely pays attention to the satisfied hums you give when he does something you like
the man shampoos and then when he sets the bottle aside, he's shaking his head
"it's ridiculous how much shampoo you go through."
promises to take you on a spree to find products for your hair
he's likes having your back on his thighs while he's massaging your scalp and taking the tangles out because he can visibly see how relaxed you're getting with him
the deep conditioning might be his favorite part because it gives you both time to catch a quick nap
he also hates the time between the conditioning and the rinsing because you both were about to have the best naps of your lives right then
he's kinda sighing a little when he gets up, but he likes watching how sleepy you are after he gets done with your hair because he can tell just how much it tires you out having to do this on a regular basis
doing your hair might be a guilty pleasure of his because he likes seeing all the coils and curls obediently moving with the fine comb you use when you're putting your hair up
it's not just the process and getting to spend time with you and your beautiful hair
its the naps where you both smell like your shampoo and exhausted from dealing with your hair that he adores
i think fatgum noticed how you were putting it off or he walked in the bathroom as you were about to do your hair when he notices how glum you are and he asks if theres anything he can do to help
when you tell him you're about to do your hair and explain how much of a chore it is then he'll happily volunteer his services
but he's a little overwhelmed by how how many products you set out on the counter and he's asking what its all for
when you tell him its routine you can practically see his sweat drop
alright well when the man starts helping you with your hair he realizes how much smaller you are compared to him
he's a big guy so you can already see what can happen here
the man's fingers are huge so only a couple or a few are needed to help with your hair and gosh he broke a comb once
he'll really try to help but he's honestly scared to break you so once you get him out of this little scared to hurt you while doing your hair??
all he can really think about is trying to help, but that little motivation wins over being not being able to help you
he's all hands on deck (gently)
but he'll sit in his giant bathtub with you both in your bathing suits, he'll be good but imagine big chubbs fatgum in a pair of yakatori swimming trunks
thats just, that has me soff
gummy will be shy when it comes to grabbing your shampoo bottles and he knows from experience that his big hands don't work well with small things
"could ya maybe squeeze the bottle for me? i don't want to do too much"
the man will be blushing because he's a little embarrassed
the man freakin LOVES the way it smells and will not stop showering you with the compliments
he likes how you relax as his big fingers massage your hair he helps you rinse and everything
man won't deny that he licked his lips when he saw your neck, nips to get a rise out of you and his full laugh will fill the bathroom when you scold him
he's so gentle with drying your hair, he doesn't want to hurt you but he can and will shower your face in kisses
"you smell amazing as usual, sweets"
he is vv good about helping you comb through your hair
he'll often times make you a snack while you deep condition and detangle, a little deal so he doesn't break the spray bottles like he usually does
but while you eat your snack, he'll do your hair, he likes platting it up and doing bantu knots from time to time
overall he loves the process because its more quality time with you
but damn it he cannot believe how much hair you have and yes ma'am best believe he takes off days for this😎
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desire & delinquency - part four falling
A/N : Thank you all so much for the support on this series! Sorry this came out a bit late...
Word Count : 2.1k~
Warnings : Angst
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March 7th, 1993
The first time I realized I was falling in love with George Weasley I was 15 and procrastinating doing any part of the potions essay Snape had assigned. It was an essay on the properties of moonstone and every time I opened my textbook it somehow ended up shut again, thrown on the floor forgotten as I got lost in conversation.
"I really hadn't meant to get so far behind, I mean it's due in a week," I had whined to George, "I'm going to be up every night this week if I can hope to finish it."
"Ya, know I could write it for you," George had offered, and when I laughed he almost looked offended, "I'm serious, I've already finished mine and I do better in Potions than you do anyways."
"George, I'm not going to make you do my homework, I can do it well enough on my own thank you," I had replied, still laughing.
Rummaging through his bag he pulled out his own quill and essay, erased his own name with his wand, and put mine, "Here, I'll just copy off Fred. I'm serious take it, (y/n), I don't want it."
"Okay, fine Georgie, no need to get so upset," I had told him, shoving the essay in my own bag.
Two days later I had found him asleep in the library, he was rewriting his essay from scratch. I had only known because Fred had told me off for taking George's essay apparently George was supposed to let Fred copy off of him. I knew then that I loved him and went to help him finish the rest of the essay.
Third Person POV
1:35 pm, July 3rd, 1995
When the twins finally stumbled downstairs, after the spell on the door subsided, it was blatantly obvious (y/n)’s plan had worked. Even with the dark bags under their eyes, the unforgettable charm they carried between the two of them seemed to lighten up the burrow. Despite that everyone could still sense there was something wrong, but this time it was no longer just between them.
The Weasley's, alongside Harry and Hermione, were gathered around the living room in a heated discussion about how telephones work. Of course, Harry and Hermione had tried pitching in to explain electricity and telephone poles, but neither of them knew the specifics behind either. It was as Hermione was trying to not overcomplicate electricity when (Y/N) appeared at the end of the staircase, both of the twins noticing immediately, both of them noting the small bags beginning to form under her eyes.
Still, as she came and sat by the two boys, crossing her legs into a pretzel shape, she gave them a warm smile before turning into the conversation. George relaxed at the sight of her smile, but Fred saw something her brother missed,, he saw the way her jaw clenched as she turned away, and how she was balling fists into the side of her pants, and he knew that she was not fine.
It wasn't until later in the day, when the Weasley's had dispersed across the house, that George noticed something was wrong. Truth be told he had been a little distracted, he had been worrying about how he was supposed to break up with her, he had no idea how to do it and the thought was haunting him. He finally noticed when she had turned in his direction after he had made some comment about Ginny's quidditch skills. She had turned to look at him, and her glare had been soul stripping, causing his arms to cover in goosebumps and a small sweat to form on the back of his neck.
Part of him had wanted to run away, another had wanted to crawl on his knees before her and beg for her forgiveness, but he did neither instead he stayed where he was, leaning against the kitchen counter, laughing awkwardly at something Ron had said. Then she had turned her gaze, the glare disappearing from her face entirely, as if it had never been there in the first place. Her head tipped back in laughter as Harry whispered something in her ear, and it wasn't envy that began clawing at George- it was a shallow feeling of guilt that tore at him, causing him to flee the kitchen altogether.
George didn't catch a break though, running into Fred in the hallway, who of course asked him if he had done it yet, and without, a word said he had turned around heading back down the stairs and into the front yard. He had often come out here when he was a boy and was feeling down. He would hide in the tall grass, let it swallow him up, while he pretended that everything he was feeling wasn't there. Now, he laid down flat on his back, the sun soaking into his skin, the warm summer breeze blowing softly, he closed his eyes and imagined that things were back to the way they were before he had turned 17. George imagined, pulling pranks with Fred and morning dates with (y/n), he imagined planning about buying Zunkos with Fred and Quidditch practice.
He was about to get up and head back inside when a soft voice called his name, once, twice, and finally a third time before he whipped his eyes and sat up. "(Y/n)," George whispered, she walked over slowly, sitting down next to him, staring out at the field surrounding the burrow.
"You lied." Her voice was small and hoarse as if she had spent her night crying, which of course she had but George didn't know that. Not waiting for George to respond she looked at him the same anger in her eyes burning like it had this morning, "You unbelievable liar, how could you?! For months I have followed you around hoping our bond would snap in place, looking like a lost puppy waiting for scraps, and this whole time you knew that it's not me, it never has been! Why George, why make us wait it out? Did you want it to hurt more- as if it wouldn't hurt enough already you asshole!"
Pulling the soulmate paper- George's the one she had found this morning under his pillow of all places- from her pocket, giving it one last squeeze she tossed it in his lap. She knew, of course, she knew, "Did Fred tell you?"
"No, George, Fred didn't tell me, he - just like you- has kept me in the dark this whole time. Neither of you considered my feelings, you ass-hat! Do you know how that feels? How I feel? I don't even know how I feel right now- how I'm supposed to feel. I don't know if I'm supposed to hate you for lying or if I should be balling my eyes out right now. What's even worse is I know, and I understand that you aren't trying to be, you were just trying to do the right thing. Or the fact that I could never hate either of you, even if I really want to, and trust me right now I really want to. I just- I need you to tell me one thing and I need the truth, George, and nothing but the truth."
"Ask me anything, and I'll give you the truth I swear it," George responded without hesitation.
"Why did you choose me over her?"
George paused, he hadn't expected this question, "Angelina's my soulmate, but you are my first love. Letting you go, means a lot of things I wasn't sure I was ready for, I still don't think I am ready for. It means moving on and I don't know if I want to move on."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, you are the girl of my childhood, and letting you go, it feels like I'm saying goodbye childhood and hello adult-ing. Then, I was also worried that, if - if I let you go, I would lose one of my best friends and I couldn't do that, not if I could help it."
"You...you are an idiot, George Weasley," She let out a laugh in disbelief, "First of all, you may be forced to do the whole get a job, settle down thing, but I don't think you or Fred will ever be proper adults. Second, I would never, ever, leave you in any sort of way platonic or not- even if I am bloody angry at you."
"I shouldn't have lied," George stated, fiddling with the paper in his hands.
(Y/n), shook her head, her face grim, "No, you shouldn't have."
George brought a hand to her face, gently making her look at him, "I am sorry, truly and undoubtedly sorry. I was scared and impulsive, I shouldn't have but I will do anything to make it up to you- anything."
Part of her was still angry at him, but she knew one thing, she was tired of all of the fighting and she knew deep down that George had meant no harm so she let out a shaky breath and said, "Thank you, for apologizing. I forgive you, but if you ever pull a stunt like this-"
"I'll regret it I'm, sure." George finished for her.
"So- I guess we're done then?" (Y/n) asked, not wanting to understand why this didn't hurt as much as she knew it should.
"Is it weird that it feels like this should have happened a long time ago?" George thought out loud, as (y/n) rested her head on his shoulder.
"No, I think... I think we've been biding our time for a long time, I don't think you were the only one who didn't want to let go."
November 8th, 1995
The first time I realized I was falling out of love with George Weasley I was sixteen and I was just having a shitty day. It had started out by waking up to a prank George had pulled, I woke up to my entire wardrobe dyed neon orange, which honestly most days I would have loved, thought it was hilarious and worn with pride. But honestly, it just pissed me off, I then went off to trip down the stairs because I was late to class after having to talk Angelina into letting me borrow her spare uniform, and I failed my transfiguration exam. The icing on the cake was George having the nerve to be upset I didn't wear the neon orange uniform.
Which was how I ended up lying in the middle of the empty Quidditch pitch in the pouring rain when Fred came to find me. "Hey, I heard you were having a rough day," He had said, sitting down on the wet grass, now equally as wet as I was, before casting an umbrella spell and opening pulling a to large cake out of a too-small box, "Where would we be without extension charms, eh?" He mused before pulling out two forks and handing one to me.
Nodding aimlessly I took a bite of the cake, already feeling better, "You are my savior, Fred Weasley."
"Oh and that's not all I brought, Hermione let me borrow this-" He said as he reached into the box again, "Aha, nothing a little music can't fix." He set Hermione's tiny muggle radio down on the blanket, and flipped it on, 'The Time Of My Life' from Dirty Dancing playing.
"Oh my Godric, I love this song!" I blurted with a mouthful of cake.
Fred just nodded his head along to the beat, "This is from that muggle film you got mum into right?"
Scoffing I nodded, "Dirty Dancing is amazing, I would do anything to dance with Patrick Swayze in the big dance scene."
"Well, I don't reckon I remember all the moves or that I’m as good a dancer as Patrick Swayze but," Fred extended his hand to me as he stood up, "May I have this dance, Ms.(L/n)?"
Giggling I took his hand, "Yes you may, Mr. Weasley." Dancing with Fred had sent electricity through me as he spun me around the field. After dancing in the rain for hours until our hands were pruning, and our only indication that we needed to stop was the clouds parting briefly to reveal the sun just barely set.
We had gathered the cake and a rather soggy blanket before heading back up to the castle, "Feeling better, (L/n)?"
I had given him a wide grin, "Much, better, thank you, Freddie."
It wasn't the first time I had wondered if I was with the wrong twin, but it was the first time I thought it could be true.
Third Person POV
The pair sat in comfortable silence, both looking back at the memories they had made together, appreciating the past and looking forward to the future.
"Well, then let's not think of it as the end, but as a new beginning, friends?" George asked.
"Friends, to new beginnings," (Y/n) whispered, leaning her head on George's shoulder, letting herself hold onto the tinge of hope the shined through all the pain, as she replayed George's word's in her mind.
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I was so very tired last night and thought it'd be funny if, instead of the brother's responses to a Gen Z MC, that if the brother's just took on a Gen Z attribute
the idea of these multi-millennia ￼year old beings acting like a comparatively infantile baby gen z being baby, which kinda facts is just, so funny to me ??
So uhh, here's
The Brothers as Not-So-Random Gen Z things
under the cut
also sorry in advance bc I did Very Little Proofreading of this so I can't exactly gauge how wack it is _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):
- definitely uses obscure insults
- things along the lines of "I'll make soup out of your spinal fluid," "I'll eradicate your trachea," "If you don't stop that right now, I'll remove your arteries with chopsticks"
- I feel like these would not only stop whoever they were directed at in their tracks, but also instill fear in their hearts bc he probably would and could do these things if he wanted
- it'd really be a game of roulette bc as tedious as it would be to mince someone's shins, I feel like if he were annoyed enough, he would actually do it
- that terrible wonderful little skill of putting everything off until the Very Last Second
- like, mans is probably almost definitely behind in most of his RAD classes, but when he's gotta get something done, he can certainly do it and do it well
- has probably written a multi-paged paper twenty minutes it was due and passed
- now I don't wanna say he'd be a master procrastinator, but I'm also not Not saying that
- we been knew, he is the 'self deprecating humor' lord of a generation
- doesn't even do it in obvious fashions all the time like "I'm at rock bottom does anyone want anything?"
- probably takes the subtle route more often than not to make sure it's A) not too concerning to outsiders bc ew people caring ?? and B) to keep himself in line B)
- "lol gross" in response to any sort of positive reception
- likely feeds off of any kind of nice comments/compliments, but he can't let anyone know that ????
- does the thing where you say something super well-informed and topical, then turns around to say something completely nonsensical
- mans'd be a walking whiplash machine, and let's be honest, he'd probably thrive off of the general confusion he'd cause
- will go from "there is no ethical consumption under capitalist" to "the bees in my brain are starting a revolution"
- he gives everyone brain wrinkles, and forehead wrinkles bc why are the bees starting a revolution that's so concerning??
- modern bimbo
- I'm terrible at describing this particular one, so here are some references :) [x] [x] [x]
- he does it for the girls, gays, theys, and nonbinary babes
- he even does it for the boys too bc I feel like, while historically they So deserve it, the fellas get ragged on so much
- support your local bimbo !! ♡
- I care so much about the bimbo/himbo/thembo/bimboy movement you don't understand
- rewards himself for the doing the bare minimum, as a treat
- "oh, I've been working for seven minutes? that's so great!! I'm gonna take a three hour food tour, as a treat :)"
- the "as a treat" is crucial
- would probably start using that line for non-food related instances too bc ya know, it's a treat
- idk I just want the best for this boy and ya know what ? he deserves it
- we been knew again, mans fears no death
- also just generally overdramatic ??
- "I slept though three classes today? Guess I gotta jump off the roof"
- "If one more person interrupts me, I think I'll have no choice but to commit a hatecrime"
- all of these, of course being in the most deadpan voice bc ofc he's not actually gonna do anything about it but boy howdy is it sure fun to say
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ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: A lot of people asked for Part 2 so here it is! I hope you like it it!
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: Arguing, Love triangle (?), clubbing, All characters aged up to 21+
ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Angst, Unrequited love (?)
ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ: Gender Neutral
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The club’s music was blasting you could feel it in every crevice of the dance floor. The sensation was electric, freeing even to your body. Maneuvering around the sweaty bodies that flooded the floor, you feel a hand touch your shoulder lightly. Ignoring you see the familiar pink hair of your good friend Mina, the one who actually invited you. Coming up to her you ask
"Is the rest of the gang here?"
"Denki's tryna find parking with Sero, I don't know where Kiri went though."
"Good enough for me." Looking around seeing the crowd disperse enough for you to make your way over to the bar, you ask Mina if she wanted anything to drink.
"Get me a Hot Girl Summer, thank you!" Rolling your eyes at the absolute cheesiness you make your way over to the bar.
"What'll it be hun?"
"Can I have one Hot Girl Summer and a Chill Bill for me please?"
"Coming right up!" The waitress leaving you alone, you stare at all the happy people dancing in the crowd. They looked so joyful, dancing without a care in the world.
'It's been a year, huh' you thought to yourself looking at the colorful strobe lights that surrounded the club. 'At least I'm in a better place now '
"Drinks all done hun!"
"Thank you so much!" Picking up the two drinks, you start to make the journey back to Mina. Maneuvering around the sweaty bodies that flooded the floor, you feel a hand touch your shoulder lightly. Ignoring it you see Mina's hands clap in excitement as she sees the drinks coming. Then her smile slowly fades as her eyes widen. Thinking nothing of it, you place the drinks on the table and look at Mina quizzingly
"Girl, why do your eyes look like Bugs Bunny when he sees a carrot?"
"Look behind you."
“I-It’s been a while.” This couldn’t be the Bakugou you knew. The memories flew into your brain as you reminisce on the loving Bakugou when he was your Bakugou.
“It has Bakugou, how are you?”
“I’ve been… honestly not good” You widen your eyes in surprise. You never expected those words to come out of Bakugou’s mouth.
“Oh...um-” Before you can explain, you see him.
“Bakugou? Man, I’d never expected to see you here! How are you, man?” The familiar voice of Kirishima breaks the tension in the air. He looks from you and Bakugou in confusion, clear questions in his eyes.
“Kiri? I haven’t seen you in months! What are you doing here?”
The beat changes and the crowd changes with it. From Heartbreak Anniversary it changes to the more upbeat bass of Don’t play through the congested club.
"Babe? Did you invite Bakubro?"
Bakugou's eyes widened in fear. No. NO. This can't be happening. Tears prick the back of his eyes in frustration. What the absolute fuck.
"Bakugou?" Your voice pierces through the noise in his brain. "Are you okay?"
"Maybe we should have him sit down" At that moment, he never felt this much anger towards another person.
“How could you do this to me, KIRI. AFTER YOU KNEW WHAT IT WAS LIKE."
Kirishima looks at Bakugou's enraged form as the smell of caramel slowly floats in between the group of them.
"Bakugou. Stop. Now." Bakugou looks at you slowly. Fuck it was hard to be mad when you were standing right there.
" You broke me Bakugou and Kirishima was the one who came and picked up the pieces."
Before you could continue, Kirishima jumped in.
"You weren't there when they broke down because of you Bakugou. You were so into your work, into becoming number one that you forgot everything, everyone else. You left to be great, leaving a mess in your wake. I had to pick (Y/n) up from the past, from your mistakes, and helping them become whole again"
Even though the topic of the conversation was serious, Kirishima had a slightly smug tone to the words he was saying. He knew how you became after the split between you and Bakugou. You had shown up to the apartment, tears soaking your face when you asked if you could stay for the night. He still remembers the first few weeks, the apprehensiveness of your motions as you went back, deep into your shell. It took a while, coaxing you back into the world. Back into reality. You were a shell of yourself, barely there in the world, but Kiri helped you back into it.
"Is there going to be a problem here?" One of the bouncers had noticed the agreement from afar, and thinking git was going to get violent, stepped in.
"Oh (Y/n)! Are these men bothering you" You recognize the familiar face as you frequent this specific club often.
Giving a soft smile to the bouncer you say
"There won't be a problem here. We were just talking."
"Lemme know if you need them kicked out for ya, okay?"
"Yes, thank you." Turning back to the two boys, who were giving each other death stares, you sigh heavily.
On one hand, Bakugou was your past, he was everything you loved and hated at the same time. He was also the one who broke your heart, but on the other hand, Kiri was the one to piece you back together, to make you whole. Fuck it made your head hurt, thinking about a decision like this.
Meanwhile, Bakugou's head was also reeling. He knew he fucked up, but now was the time to make things rights! But there was the issue of Kirishima. He didn't want to fight with his friend, but if it had to come down to it, he'd choose you in a second. Things were brought without you. He was left broken and shattered, empty with a hole in his heart that only you could fill. It was worth it. I was worth it, right?
Gritting his teeth, making the decision now, Bakugou reeled back his fist and punched Kirishima square in the jaw.
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Pray to me
word count. 4,077
Warnings-like probably the most risky smut i’ve ever written, church sex, wild stuff (sorry)
Pray to me:
(A random little smutty one shot relating to my bad boy harry series, it’s not going to affect the story line so just imagine this is another au for my au that’s an au. I just gave myself a stroke writing that.)
A ‘punishment’ Harry Styles was used to getting by now, he was in his third year of Catholic high school and to say he has gotten his fair share of detention slips is a gross understatement. You’d think being surrounded by crosses would help subdue his cursing yet Harry didn’t seem to inherit the same fear his classmates did by the ‘word of god’ that was crammed down his throat every day. So, it wasn’t exactly tolerated when the boy strung a slew of curses together to describe the head Priest, or when he got caught smoking spliffs in the boys bathroom when he was supposed to be in math and well, those choices led him to where he is now. Slouched in a pew whilst the head nun was giving him a proper tongue lashing and explaining to him that he was to clean the chapel from top to bottom, smooth any creased pages in the 300 bibles that were stacked in the rows of pews, get any gum off the under side of them as well and wipe down the stain glass windows. The school had called his mum to tell her he would be home very late that day knowing the job would take a solid 4 or 5 hours to complete and that’s if he rushed it. To say he was pissed was putting it lightly, yet the biggest shock was yet to come when he heard the heavy wooden doors open and slam again as another person shuffled inside.
“Miss Yln, you’re here. Mister Styles here can tell you the duties you both must complete, here are the keys lock the doors when you both are finished. We’ll expect to meet with you before mass tomorrow to get a proper apology once the work if finished. Right-o, chop chop kids.”
The grouchy wrinkle faced nun thrust the keys into an anxious Y/n’s hands while she shuffled her way towards the exit, giving a careless slam of the 20 pound doors causing both Harry and Y/n to flinch. Harry was genuinely surprised to see Y/n there with him, he’s used to seeing her at mass or in line at confessional but detention? That was a new one for her. He took his time standing from his seat, cracking his back and neck whilst he settled onto his feet, casting a curious glance at the girl who stuck out like a sore thumb in the somber hostile environment. He knew Y/n well, he considers her a friend which is rare since he’s not the friendliest of people around town. Yet he liked Y/n, she was cute as button and what teenage boy doesn’t find an innocent girl wearing a catholic school uniform appealing?
“well well well miss sunshine, what did you do to get yourself this torment?” Harry gave her the quick once over, using his typical teasing nickname for the girl just to get her cheeks to blush a bit and help lighten the mood. Y/n blew out a breath out through her plump glossed lips, subconsciously stomping her foot a bit in annoyance which Harry thought was funny, and also cute. “I accidentally said a bad word in class! James tricked me into saying it and Sister Amy heard and gave me detention.” Her pout grew further when the boy chuckled at her attitude. “How did he trick yeh into saying somethin’?” Y/n grunted a bit, very peeved and mentally hexing James for what his actions caused her, “He said hold your tongue while you say apple…” Harry at this point was letting out a belly laugh, just imagining Y/n’s face when she realized she’d said asshole and finding humor in how ditzy she could be sometimes. “You fell for that? Did you not have a childhood? I thought everyone knew that trick, hon” Y/n simply smacked his arm and tossed the keys onto the nearest surface. “Shush Harry” her little finger pointed at him, trying to be serious but he found it comical. His hands moved out to poke her sides, knowing exactly how ticklish she was feeling content as Y/n squirmed and squealed. Adorable giggles falling from her lips and making the chapel seem a bit less creepy, her tiny hands trying to push his biceps back to free herself from his tickling fingers. “Ah! Harry!-“ she was trying to speak between her laughs, the boy one year her senior smiled, dimples sinking into the flesh of his cheeks, “Dunno what you expected, love. You thought you could tell me to shush?! no one tells me to do princess.” “Okay! Okay I’m sorry! I take it back!” after what seemed like an eternity to Y/n, but was only a few ticks over a minute Harry finally let go, smiling down at her while he ruffled her hair chuckling to himself while she tried to straighten her uniform back out. “That was not a fair fight Harry, you had an unfair weight AND height advantage!” y/n stuck her tongue out at him. “Hey, you started it bossy pants. You’re lucky I didn’t throw yeh over m’ shoulder and tossed yeh around. You got off easy this time missy.”
Harry wasn’t typically so playful and relaxed, he couldn’t bring himself to be so cold around Y/n. How could he? She’s sunshine personified, the real version of the rhyme ‘sugar, spice and everything nice’. The girl was the only thing that kept him from dropping out. Y/n makes day to day bullshit tolerable for him…and well she also has given her inspiration more than once when he couldn’t sleep at night and resorted to a quick wank while mumbling of dirty phrases topped off with her name to send him off to dreamland.
After some more shenanigans, the pair got to work on their scheduled tasks. Y/n had started in the bibles in the first 6 pews on the right side of the chapel while Harry dug through a supply closet to get a ladder out to wipe the windows. He was contemplating if he should pretend to fall and collect an insurance claim instead of actually cleaning the 12-foot art pieces but he decided against it by the time he found what he was looking for. After setting the ladder up and grabbing the giant duster Harry decided to take his first break, he knew he was just procrastinating but who cares? He decided during his break he’d get Y/n to take one with him. “Hey love, wanna take a fiver?” Y/n looked up from the 12th bible she had fixed giving him a frantic nod, her mind numb from the task she was busy doing.
“what do yeh wanna do?” she left the choice up to the older boy, watching as he bit his lip lightly in thought, shrugging and scooting in next to her. “truth or dare?” he wiggled his eyebrows tempting her and being the compliant and very bored girl, she was, Y/n agreed.
“Okay you first Harry, truth or dare?” the boy pondered for a moment before shrugging, “Truth” he didn’t miss the way she was fidgeting with her skirt all excited for the game. “Ok, have you ever uhmmmm got drunk?” her innocence laced her tone, genuine curiosity. Her voice slightly lowered as if what she was asking was naughty which of course got Harry to chuckle, “Yes, pretty much every weekend. You’ve never drank? Not even once, love?” his left eyebrow raised and she timidly shrugged “Nope, I only had wine at communion but then it’s only a sip. Never been drunk before…Okay your turn!” he hummed slightly, “Truth or dare y/n?” “uhhh dare!” at this point she was squirming in her seat from her giddiness, and Harry took full opportunity over the chance he had. “I dare you to kiss me.”
Y/n wasn’t exactly expecting that one. She thought maybe he’d dare her to say another bad word or smoke one of his cigarettes, but he wanted her to kiss him…and she was confused on why she wanted to. She didn’t want to say no, she had the urge to follow through with it. The girl noticed the butterflies in her stomach she was used to getting when around her older friend, and a blush crawled up her neck to her cheeks. Harry sat with an amused smirk, darting his tongue out to lick over his lips whilst tipping his head to the side slightly, “cat got your tongue, love? What are yeh waiting for?” a pointer finger was placed under her chin to get her to look at him, and y/n decided it was better to bite the bullet and pushed her thoughts out of the way while quickly leaning in to give him a peck.
Harry was surprised she actually did it, feeling her lips on his for a split second before she pulled away with a shy giggle yet he was having none of that. “uh uh, a real kiss” his natural dominance reared it’s head when he grabbed the girl and plopped her on his lap, holding her jaw and planting his lips on her’s yet again coaxing her to move with him. When she didn’t respond how he wanted he tugged her hair a bit, biting her bottom lip and dragging it down so her mouth was pried open, “Being a tease y/n, keep your mouth open wanna taste ya’”
y/n’s head was swimming, she’d never done anything like this but her body went weak under Harry’s rough hold and demanding voice and so she complied opening her mouth so his tongue could infiltrate. She wasn’t really skilled in the kissing department; she’d only kissed one person before and it was nothing like this. Harry didn’t mind her clumsy, clueless movements he found it even hotter that she didn’t know what she was doing and he was the one cracking away at her purity. His heart was pumping, his fingers tangled in her hair as he tugged her by it to get her to move where he wanted her, it was hot. So fucking hot.
When he finally pulled away from the kiss he observed her. Plump lips now a flushed red, swollen and slick with her lingering lip gloss and their mixed spit. She was breathing heavily, eyes staring into his darkening ones. She looked amazing. “God…pet you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to fuckin’ do that” his tongue darted out to lick over his own lips frowning when he got a heavy taste of sticky lip-gloss , “gotta get this off yeh, it’s too sticky” his sleeve was pulled down to cover his palm whilst he rubbed the remaining product off her delicious lips before shuffling it back up to bunch at his elbows. “There, look a little dazed petal. Yeh alright?” Y/n nodded quickly at the question, smiling a little bit before kissing his nose and each of his cheeks then going back to his lips mimicking how he’d kissed her prior. The boy could hardly contain himself, taking over the kiss and pulling her hands off his face holding both her wrists in one of his hands yanking them above her head so she was completely bound. “No no no, little love. I make the rules hon, you don’t. I didn’t say to kiss me again did i? I didn’t say you could touch me, hmm? Being a bit naughty aren’t yeh baby?”
To say she was overwhelmed and a tad confused was accurate, she had really no experience in any sort of sexual situations all she knew is she was going to listen to Harry. His gaze was enough to melt her into submission. “Words Y/n, did I tell you to do those things?” his grip on her wrist tightened a bit, “No….no you didn’t tell me to…” his eyes were staring into hers a subtle hum exiting his throat. “Good girl, now tell me your sorry.” “I’m sorry, Harry” an adorable pout decorated her lips, Harry was loving this.
He let go of her hands, both of them falling into her lap where she folded them, making sure to follow the new rule of not touching without permission, waiting for what was going to happen next. Only a moment later did Y/n feel Harry’s right thumb pressing into her bottom lip, eyes jumping to meet his, “open” she complied, letting him slip his thumb past her lips to rest on her tongue, “Close, now suck.”
Her confused gaze met his stern one while she started suckling on his digit. She didn’t really understand why he wanted her to suck his thumb, regardless she did it.
It was taking everything in Harry to not bend the girl over and shove himself inside her, god he fucking wanted to but he had something else in mind. Something more sinful than two teenagers having premarital sex in a chapel, no he wanted to give the biggest ‘fuck you’ he could to the school, and the ‘god’ he was forced to submit to. He knew if all the preaching’s were true, this idea was his first-class ticket straight to the devil’s doorstep.
“Listen princess, you’re going to do what I say, okay?” Y/n gave a quick nod of her head, Harry scooting her off his lap and removing his thumb from her mouth as he guided her up the steps to of the pulpit where the priest usually gave his sermons, a holy pedestal of sorts but today it would get a new use.
“on your knees.” It wasn’t a request, it was an order. Harry stood in the center of the pulpit, the religious art work surrounding them did little to stop his ‘sinful’ desires. Desires of the flesh were the only thing on his mind.
Y/n was on her knees before him, looking up at her friend who had a smug sultry look on his beautiful face. His hands fumbled with his belt whilst he looked down at her.
“you’re going to pray to me now, angel.”
Y/n couldn’t believe she was really in this situation, kneeling under the podium in the pulpit where she hears sermons 5 days a week for 3 hours with Harry pulling his cock out. when he finally managed to get himself free a loud groan echoed in the sanctuary, one that made Y/n feel a tingle between her legs and salivate slightly. A strange new sensation she couldn’t describe, but she knew she liked it.
“open your mouth, sweetheart.”
Y/n had never seen Harry’s eye’s look so dark, his tone so demanding and his breathing so heavy. His cock loomed over her face, bobbing slightly with every beat of his heart whilst something clear and sticky was leaking from the tiny slit in the top of it webbing onto the underside of his tip. She was nervous, but she did as she was told opening her sweet little mouth so the older boy could guide the crown of his cock into the warm cavern of her virgin mouth. The sensation was the closest thing to heavenly Harry had ever felt in this room, her mouth was warm and wet. Tongue slightly textured and slick with the nice, thick spit that comes from the back corners of your mouth. It’s better than any lube you can buy truly. He instructed her to suck his flesh, hollowing her cheeks and massaging his prick with the flesh of her mouth for the very first time in her life.
“Holy fucking shit, doll…you sure this is yeh first time? Good little cock sucker aren’t yeh? On your pretty knees, praying to me now huh?” Harry could see his cock pushing into the side of her cheek as she nodded, her mouth stuffed full of his leaking member, and because Harry was Harry and liked to really make a statement he decided if he was going to hell for this, he might as well make it worth it.
His fingers plucked one of the small wooden crosses off of the staircase on the pulpit, it was a decoration dedicated to Christ yet he had other plans for it.
The boy took a step back from Y/n, moaning slightly at the sight of her following after his cock when it started slipping from her lips. She wanted it, she liked it and god he fucking did too but he couldn’t wait any longer to execute the idea that just tumbled into his mind. Harry snapped his fingers in front of the drooly lipped girl, getting her attention on his eyes instead of the cock she wanted so desperately back in her mouth. “Up, don’t be greedy yeh can finish me off when I’m done with yeh..” Harry lifted the girl by her underarms up onto the flat part of the pedestal, where a bible was sat opened to a scripture that was suddenly smothered by the doe eyed girls round plump ass. Harry wishes he could dig his teeth into it but that’s for another time.
Y/n didn’t resist at all when he tipped her back a bit, hiking her skirt up and spreading her legs. The only reaction she gave at first was a quick gasp when he ripped her school tights right at the crotch her white cotton panties now in his view. “cute” was mumbled under his breath as he toyed with the tiny pink bow stitched into the waistband of her panties, but soon they were gone as well pushed fully to the side to expose her cunt, a small smattering of light curls at the apex of her thighs. They looked soft, light and quite cute. He could tell they’d never been shaven off before by how soft they were, wasn’t a very course or thick section of hair. That was likely to come later in her life, but for now her cunt was the only thing he was willing to worship in the holy home of Christ.
“Fuckin’ beautiful…got a real nice little pussy, angel.” Y/n was past the point of being shy now, she was spread eagle perched on top of a open bible with her cunt on full display in front of her half naked friend. Modesty flew out the door a while ago. And so, she responded in a little whine and shimmy of her hips, feeling the cold air lapping at her hot center and cooling the slick that had collected between her folds that she didn’t even notice till now.
The boy thought he might have been in the midst of one of his wet dreams, the stereotypical catholic school girl splayed out in a chapel with his hungry eyes staring at her virgin cunt. He was trying his hardest to take a mental picture so he can relive this the next time he has a wank, but in this moment his plan was coming to fruition.
Harry held up the small wooden cross, holding it between his thumb and pointer finger. The piece of religious art was about as wide around as a taper candle and maybe a good 4 inches from the base to where it met the divider of the cross. Much smaller than his cock, but a good size to fuck his classmate with.
“Open.” His voice doomed after the stretch of silence, Y/n letting her lips fall open again gurgling a bit as the wooden cross was thrust into her mouth. Harry was purposefully being rough, pushing her gag reflex intentionally, “Gag on it, get it nice and wet. Do as I say y/n, m’ getting’ yeh throat to slick it up. Could shove it in yeh dry be glad I’m lubing it up pet.” With a few more jabs at her uvula the boy was content with the amount of thick spit that dripped down the object.
Y/n couldn’t help but squirm and mewl, feeling Harry split her labia. An audible clicking sound fell on their ears from the wetness adhering the folds of skin together, the sound gave a boost to his already prominent smirk. Once her engorged clit came into view Harry made a point to give it a few strong strokes with his thumb before pressing the end of the cross into the girl’s virgin opening. The sight was nothing short of filthy, completely sinful. He wouldn’t be surprised if the floor caved in and they fell straight to hell as he finally managed to press through her thin hymen gaining entry to the untouched inners of the girl.
The stinging caused Y/n to hiss slightly, her legs quivering as he finally made it inside her. A small streak of her purity stood out against the white wood. Harry couldn’t help but snicker to himself, he thought of Virgin Mary in this moment. Ironic right? The first thought into his mind when seeing Y/n’s virginal blood striping a cross was how this was a strange twist on the story of the savior’s mother.
His movements sped up considerably after the flimsy membrane of resistance was punctured. The cross now being plunged in and out of the girl’s sacred spot in quick succession while she gripped the railing behind her in an effort not to tumble off the stand.
“Would yeh look at that, might be the first girl in this school to get fucked with a cross, baby. Always knew you were special huh?” Harry migrated his hand down to thumb at her clit, the foreign sensation of something inside of her and a massaging of her pleasure organ had the girl pigeon toed and panting. Harry swears he’s never seen anything hotter than what he was doing in this moment. His arm was getting tired but he didn’t dare fucking stop. No, he decided he was going to violate the artwork until Y/n had her first orgasm clamping onto the now not so holy figurine.
Y/n could barely form a thought, pleasure wracking through her body and a strange sensation building inside of her. Harry mumbling filth to her was the icing on the cake, her body tipping over the edge. Her body went stiff before breaking out into shakes, vocal cords strained from the moans and yelps escaping her throat. Her first ever orgasm was the most intense feeling she had ever felt, and Harry almost came just watching her suddenly remembering his abandoned cock.
Y/n was scrambling to regain control over her body, pushing Harry’s wrists away with a slick popping noise following as the cross was removed from her body. Harry leaned down to kiss the panting girl, dribbling spit into her open mouth while she gasped for air. “good girl, you’re such a good girl.” His ring clad fingers pet her cheek lightly, the other hand sitting her up and tugging her forward giving her a shove to get her back onto her knees.
“Now, time to finish your prayer, love” His hand pushed his cock back into the cavern of her mouth, she suckled hard on him. Tongue lapping at the underside of his cock, suction hard on the crown of him. The way she gave harsh spongy movements of her tongue and cheeks had his knees weak having to hold himself up on the podium. “Shit, Christ pet I’m gonna cum”.
Harry felt his climax rapidly approaching, taking both of his hands and putting them on the back of her head forcing the entirety of his cock down the girls sore throat. The muscles already tired from all the noise she made with it, but she only dug her fingers into his thighs as he spilled down her tight throat.
Harsh breathing along with Harry’s pleasured chuckle were the only noises filling the room as the pair removed themselves from each other. Harry getting his control back, putting his cock away before pulling Y/n to her feet giving her a few smacking kisses as he helped straighten her out tossing her ruined tights into the trashcan.
“Think we took more than a fiver babe, guess we gotta finish now huh?”
His smirk was wide while he put the cross right back in it’s place, cum still dripping off of it.
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"Tell who?"- Part 3
Remus smiled into his pillow. Why’s he so cute? He felt something rustle under his stomach. Reaching under himself, he pulled out a wrinkled piece of parchment. His resolutions list. Remus flipped onto his back and squinted at the letters. Warmth was pooling in his chest. Something is missing here. He patted the bed in search for his quill and ink, then wrote:
5. Fuck this I wanna tell him I love him
The paper slipped to the floor as Remus’ arms gave out and he drifted into an instantaneous, profound sleep.
The Marauders are in their 6th year at Hogwarts, it's New Year's Eve and Remus writes a New Year's resolutions list. Sirius finds it the next day. The story is written from Remus' point of view. It's wolfstar and lighthearted. Kinda inspired by this fanfic.
This is part 3 of the story. I will be posting the other parts separately here and also the full fic on ao3 (I will link everything when it's done, check this post for that in some time). Warnings: underage drinking and smoking, mentions of anxiety disorder.
Part 1 Part 2
I’m such an idiot. I’m an idiot. Why didn’t I lie?! Why didn’t I disprove it? This was it. This was the end of the world. He knew Sirius wouldn’t react terribly badly. He wouldn’t express disgust or resentment, not after Remus confided in him about how sensitive he was on the question of his own sexuality. But it would be painfully awkward. Their connection would never be the same; it couldn’t. Remus dreaded losing his best friend. But it was done. Sirius’ best friend was James anyway. Remus buried his face in his hands as tears stung his eyes. He settled into his new hideout and slept there for the night. He couldn’t bear to face Sirius.
In the morning, Remus made an effort to arrive to Charms class as late as possible, right as Flitwick was commencing his lesson. He slid into the chair at the end of their usual table, next to James. Sirius was on the other end. “Where were you, mate? You scared us,” James whispered. Peter was gazing at Remus over his shoulder.
Remus cleared his throat. “Sorry, fell asleep in my spot,” he said. In his peripheral vision, Sirius was leaning far on the table, trying to catch his attention. But Remus took it upon himself to laser focus on the lesson, his nose buried so deep into his notes, it was nearly touching the parchment.
After the class, he bolted again. He just couldn’t face him. He couldn’t. He returned to his hiding place and waited out his free period and most of lunch. He had to repeat his breathing exercises more than ever. Suddenly, Remus paused. Determination was rising in his chest. Then he forced himself to pull it together. It wasn’t like Remus to run away from his problems. If being a werewolf had taught him anything, it was that neglecting and avoiding your issues doesn’t make them vanish. Makes them worse, even. Also, Remus didn’t have a lot. He had his parents, music, books, magic, and he had his friends. There wasn’t much he prised more than his friendships with James, Sirius and Peter. Sirius knowing about his crush was thoroughly embarrassing, yes, but it wasn’t worth completely losing his friends. Plus, he was due for a shower. So Remus took a few more deep breaths, dusted himself off, and headed for the dorm. When he got there, nobody was inside. He took his sweet time in the shower, allowing the warm water to drain out more of his nervous energy. I can handle this.
When Remus got out, Sirius was there, lying on his stomach, doing homework. He looked up. Remus put on a brave face and said: “Hi.” Sirius’ worried expression was exchanged with a slightly more relaxed one. “Hi.” Remus sat on his own bed looking in Sirius’ general direction, but not quite at him, cleared his throat, and said: “Um, sorry I bolted. That was childish.”
“That’s alright,” Sirius replied in the tiniest voice. It was very unlike his usual loud, assertive self.
Remus wanted the bed to swallow him whole, but he pushed through. “We don’t have to talk about the... thing. Or acknowledge it. It’s not a big deal, really.” A lie. But it needed to be done. Sirius didn’t say anything. Remus was certain he didn't know what to say. Reaching into his bag, Remus retrieved his Charms textbook and started on his own homework. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Sirius still looking at him for another minute, then he went back to work. The silence was agonising and tense, but Remus had known it would be. They would just have to persevere. After a while, Sirius asked: “Hey, could you help me with this? It’s Arithmancy. I procrastinated, and now I have to hand it in in half an hour.” Remus snorted. Their next class was Arithmancy, and only he and Sirius took it. So, Sirius was choosing to act like nothing happened. That was okay with Remus. “Sure.”
Only, as it happens, Sirius didn’t ignore it. Throughout the next week, he started acting a little peculiar. He was still loud and fooling around, but he would also hold doors for Remus, for example. If anyone knew Sirius, they knew doors were either held for him, or he would just swing them open and let them slam behind him into the next person’s face. Even James noticed it and asked him if he had brain damage. Also, a couple times at meals, Sirius would scoot his seat closer to Remus’, making their arms brush while they ate. The first time it happened, Remus blushed so profusely, he could see giant pink splotches splattered all over his neck and cheeks in his reflection in one of the large silver bowls on the table. Sirius stopped calling him ‘mate’ too. Occasionally, he’d ask for help with his homework, even though he clearly didn’t need it. It all made Remus want to shoot himself in the face with a hex. It seemed like Sirius was pitying him, and he despised it. It was somehow worse than Sirius being awkward and distant around him.
January’s full moon fell on the 25th, and Remus’ transformation didn’t go particularly smoothly. It was likely one of the worst ones out of all those he spent with his friends as animagi. He was fairly confident it was because of the whole Sirius thing. Just because he decided to deal with it didn’t mean it wasn’t taking its toll. Remus was stressed all the time. Not just because of Sirius, of course, but that was a key factor. When he woke up in the hospital wing the following morning, his friends were there. James rambled on enthusiastically about an upcoming Quidditch match. Remus didn’t really comprehend half of it, but still tried to nod at appropriate times. Peter piped in once in a while to agree with James or add something. Sirius, however, was completely silent the whole visit. About an hour later, Madam Pomfrey chased James, Sirius and Peter out, but Remus didn’t mind too much. He was knackered. He drifted off to sleep before the boys were even out the door.
Later that day, at dusk, Remus sat in his hospital bed reading a muggle novel when Sirius popped in. Or rather sneaked in. He was alone this time. “Had a free period. Thought you might want some company,” he explained. Elation started brewing in Remus’ stomach.
“Oh, brilliant, thanks.”
“What are you up to, then?” Sirius sat on the bed.
Remus lifted his book. “Reading. Not much to do here, really.”
“Sweet. Will you read to me?”
Sirius smiled. “Will you read out loud for me?” He turned around, plopped on the bed face-up with his boots propped up on the railing at the foot of the bed. He tucked his hands behind his head, half lying on Remus’ legs.
“Oh, okay.” Heat sneaked up Remus’ neck. He read to Sirius until it was almost time for him to leave for his next class.
“Transfiguration next. Think I’m gonna gouge out my eyes if we don’t move on from teacup to gerbil.”
“Yeah, yeah, we get it. You mastered it two lessons ago.” Remus rolled his eyes, smiling. Sirius let out a soft laugh.
“Moony...” He was now sitting on the bed next to Remus. “I feel like this is my fault.” He reached out and gently touched the bandage on Remus’ arm. Sirius was referring to Remus’ beat-up state.
“What? Of course not. Why would you think that?”
“Well, because of the... You know... I mean, you’re upset and-“ Remus’ heartbeat picked up swiftly. They hadn’t so much as mentioned the crush since that day in the dorm.
“I’m not upset. Really. I just have a lot on my mind.” He searched his brain for something more to say to make Sirius feel better. It wasn’t his fault at all. It was Remus’ for letting this bother him so much. “It’s not you.”
“You sure?” His eyes were so sad; it was painful.
“Yes, Sirius, really. It’s not you, okay?”
“Okay.” After a pause, Sirius continued: “Oh, I almost forgot. Brought you something.” He smiled, finally. After rummaging in his bag, Sirius emerged with a stack of chocolate bars and dropped them into Remus’ lap. They were Remus’ favourite. Warmth fluttered across his chest. Sirius had to have ordered these from Honeydukes. Now it was Remus’ time to smile.
“Oh, brilliant! Thanks, Sirius.”
“No problem. Right. I better clear off, then. I can’t handle another detention with Minnie for something as stupid as being late.”
“Right. See you in the dorm then.”
“See ya, Moony. Oh, loved the reading. We should definitely do that again!” Then he walked out the door. Remus’ cheeks flamed crimson. He sank deep into the covers, yanking them over his head. He’s gonna be the death of me.
After that visit at the hospital, another strange thing started happening. On several occasions, Remus caught Sirius staring at him, then quickly looking away when their eyes connected. In class, at meals, in the common room as the four of them sat in front of the fireplace doing homework. It made Remus very nervous and a little confused. Furthermore, with James’ upcoming match, Sirius and Remus found themselves alone more often than not. James either had practice or was in the library going over tactics for his team, and Peter loved tagging along. When Sirius and Remus were alone in the dorm, Sirius would usually suggest that Remus read to him. At first, they were in their respective beds, but then Sirius started sneaking onto Remus’ bed as he read. It made Remus’ heart thump every time, because Sirius Black in his bed, well. That was a sight to see. He would lounge on his back, one ankle over the other, hands behind his head, eyes shut, and listen. He never fell asleep. Occasionally, he would laugh or comment on an interesting segment.
One of those times, both of them were on Remus’ bed as Remus read “A Stranger in a Strange Land” by Robert A. Heinlein. Sirius liked the muggle books. He was in his usual disposition, with half of his hair loosely and messily pulled back with a hair tie. Remus adored that look on Sirius. He was sitting cross-legged in level with Sirius’ hips, with the book sprawled onto his lap.
“Hey, got a cig,” Sirius asked as Remus was turning the page.
“Yep.” He used Accio to fetch his rolling equipment from his bedside table, placed the contents on the rizla and performed his spell. It rolled smoothly, the tobacco and filter tucked tightly into the paper. He’d been practising.
“Hey, that’s one thing off your resolutions list,” Sirius said, smiling as he accepted the cigarette. Their fingers touched.
“Well, technically, it’s two, isn’t it...,” Remus trailed off, clearing his throat. Christ, why did I say that?! He could already feel the blood rushing in his ears. Maybe Sirius wouldn’t get the reference... But Sirius pushed himself onto his elbows and peered at him. Remus pretended to pack up his cigarette equipment with intense concentration. Sirius sat all the way up and leaned so close, Remus could feel his breath. Nervousness sparked off goosebumps all over Remus’ skin. He swallowed thickly. Sirius smelled of mint and expensive shampoo. “Moony,” he said, and Remus finally turned to face him. Their noses were less than two centimetres apart. Remus’ heart was hammering against his ribs.
Sirius glanced at his lips, then slowly leaned in and closed the distance. Remus fluttered his eyes shut as adrenaline set his insides ablaze. The kiss was warm and gentle. “Sirius..,” Remus started, but the other boy just connected their lips again, this time kissing him more eagerly, and Remus just gave over. Sirius was letting him know this wasn’t charity; he really wanted it. He licked into Remus’ mouth delicately, grasping the back of his neck to pull him closer. Remus had never had a real tongue kiss before, but Sirius was leading him, and it all came naturally. Without warning, he felt tears burning behind his closed eyes. Remus had never, not even for a moment, let himself get caught up in the idea of Sirius liking him back. He knew rejection would shatter his soul, and he couldn’t let himself be torn apart by his own fantasies. But it wasn’t a fantasy anymore, and Remus was overwhelmed with the relief of letting go. Of finally allowing himself to crave what he'd been pushing down for months. His favourite person wanting him back. He entwined his fingers into Sirius’ hair and kissed him back intensely. They were both breathing heavily, then Sirius placed his other palm on Remus’ upper thigh. A tingling sensation shot up his lower back as he inhaled a long breath through his nose. Sirius was remarkably skilled, Remus noted.
Remus lost all sense of time. He didn’t know how long they kissed, it simultaneously felt like minutes and hours. Suddenly, they leapt apart as steps and chatter echoed on the stairs leading to the dorm. Sirius stood up and hurriedly smoothed down his hair. Remus wiped his lips with the back of his hand and frantically covered his lap with the covers. He was tight in his trousers. Christ. He wondered whether Sirius noticed as the heat blazed his cheeks. Peter and James trudged into the room, still talking.
“Alright lads,” James said, sauntered to his bed and started taking off his Quidditch robes.
Sirius cleared his throat, then said: “Uh, yeah. Brilliant.” His voice came out lower that usual.
"Bloody amazing practice today!"
“Oh, you guys Should have seen them! I could barely keep track of the Quaffle! Ravenclaw hasn’t got a chance,” Peter prattled on, but Remus couldn’t focus. His brain was whirring a thousand miles a minute. Holy shit, was the only coherent sentence his mind could congregate. He could still feel the the ghost of Sirius’ kiss on his lips.
Minutes later, Sirius returned to his usual banter and mucking about with James. If something different was going on inside his head, it didn’t show. A sudden arrow of disappointment and yearning shot through Remus’ chest. Was this just a one-off? His excitement dwindled for a moment, but when he glanced over to Sirius again, he was already looking at him. They smiled at each other. It didn’t matter anyway. Remus felt like this kiss could power his brain for all eternity. It had been like something straight out of a dream.
Part 4 will probably take me a little longer, given that I basically had the first 3 parts drafted when I posted the first one. Also 4 will probs be the last one. Hope you like it so far! :) <3
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🌙 Anon asked : Hello! I would like to request a Male Reader with Diluc? (High School Au if you could) The Reader has been childhood best friends with Diluc and the reader wanted to confess to Diluc but is afraid that Diluc might not like him back? (Wholesome end please?) Thank you! -🌙
Confession Of The Reader's Love For Diluc
Pairing : Diluc x Male!Reader
Type : drabble
AU : High school AU
"Come on, you can do it! I'm sure he will say he loves you back!"
"It's always easier said than done, what if he doesn't feel the same? My confession will ruin our friendship and you know it's the last thing I want to happen!"
William rested his chin on his palm, a taunting smile plastered on his face. "Then, what are you gonna do? Die old without knowing whether he likes you back or not?"
"If that means our friendship will remain intact the answer is yes." You felt like it was just a bunch of lies, considering you were really curious as to whether or not Diluc would accept your love. The man was never easy to read, his always flat face and his unpredictable thin smile didn't help you in this indecision at all. You huffed in annoyance as William raised his eyebrows, tempting you to do so and risking your friendship.
"Ya think I'm gonna believe that BS? I know you've been dying to know about it." William dodged easily when you threw a crumpled paper at him, laughing. He picked up the crumpled paper from the floor, his eyes seemed to follow the footsteps of someone walking from left to right behind you, his mischievous smile came out again. "Well now it's too late to procrastinate your confession, because Diluc happened to be here."
You gasped, hands clenched into fists you glared at William with a murderous look. "Don't you fucking dare to-"
"Diluc!" William shouted loudly, glancing at you briefly with his really annoying smug smile. "I have something to say to you, well, we." He continued, waving his hand at Diluc who you still hadn't dared to look at because of your nervousness.
The sound of footsteps next to you made the sweat dripping down your back, and you finally dared to turn your head towards him to give him a greeting smile. "Hey bro, have you had your lunch?"
Diluc looked at you and nodded once in response to your question. William cleared his throat, and the second Diluc turned his gaze to William, you continued to glare at him with a menacing glare but it seemed that the annoying boy was unbothered by your gaze at all because he was just looking at Diluc casually. "______ said he wanted to talk about something after school. Do you have time for that?"
Goddammit, William was indeed looking forward to be killed by you, you were really going to break his neck if this didn't go well later. Diluc frowned, confused. "Why didn't he ask me by himself?"
William shrugged his shoulders and you immediately chimed in the conversation. "Oh well I actually wanted to say it to you myself, but William was very impatient and too meddlesome in it." You answered, giving Diluc your best smile. Diluc looked at the two of you alternately for a moment then nodded.
"Okay, I'll be there after school." He walked away without another word. You let out a breath you didn't realize you had been holding for a long time, then kicked William's shin hard, causing a groan of pain to escape his lips. "I'll kill you if this doesn't go well."
"Please don't, I haven't gotten myself a girlfriend yet." He cried out. You ignored him, crossing your arms on the table and burying your face in your folded hands. Gosh, you could only hope that nothing bad would happen later.
The sentence you'd been chanting over and over again just disappeared when the redhead came over to you who was standing under a tree near the school gate. Your mind went blank when he arrived in front of you, your saliva dragged itself against the wall of your throat as you swallowed your saliva. Damn it.
Diluc studied your face, a brow raised. "Are you okay?" he asked, concerned.
You shook your head. "I'm okay, don't worry uh, about this afternoon... Can I... walk you home? I have something important to... Say."
Diluc just nodded and the two of you walked side by side. Various kinds of curses you addressed on William wherever he was now, cursing at him because he had made you unable to prepare properly for something as important as this. But it was too late. It's now or never, you thought.
To hell with the trivial opening, you'd say it straight away. You clenched your fists, glancing at Diluc next to you.
"Diluc this might sound crazy but I love you."
He stopped in his tracks, wide eyes staring at you in shock, making you stop in your tracks too, staring at him with a serious look. "I-I'm sorry what did you say? I think I misheard what you-"
"No, you didn't mishear anything." You took a deep breath to ease your nervousness and your heart that was pounding in your ribs. "I love you. Like, I have a crush on you." You smiled faintly, praying that Diluc wouldn't notice how shaking your hands were. "Will you be my boyfriend?"
Diluc looked at you with a look you couldn't read now because of the fear that clouded your ability to guess his expression. The silence between you was truly stifling, and you swallowed your saliva once again. "You know, we've been good friends since we were kids but ... I don't know, I can't keep lying to myself about this feeling of mine and-"
"Let's ... let's just head home. My house is right there." Diluc walked ahead of you and pulled your hand. You were shocked, couldn't figure out what this man meant by this.
He just let go of his grip on your hand when he had opened the fence of his house and entered his yard. He lowered his head slightly, his cheeks felt warm. "You caught me off guard with that confession, but ... did you really mean that?" You nodded without hesitation.
Diluc's hand suddenly reaching out to your head was unexpected, and you felt him gently ruffling your hair with his hand. "So you're ahead of me. I actually wanted to do the same thing tomorrow but, oh well." You semi-consciously shut your mouth, speechless and barely believing what you just heard from him. Diluc smiled at you. "Yes, I love you too and I will be your boyfriend."
"YES!!!" You shouted happily, punching the wind. Diluc just chuckled at your behavior, didn't expect you to have the same feelings as him.
Your confession succeeded in making Diluc embarrassed and flustered, until he decided to tell you to go straight home instead of following your urge to hug you. It didn't matter to you, after all, there was still tomorrow, which you were really looking forward to now.
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Avengers: College Edition
Steve: Criminal Justice and Studio Art double major. He doesn't want to torture himself with anything difficult and still wants to study what he loves. He is still an over achiever though. Highkey hates frat parties, saw someone twerking upside down and almost cried but stayed because hes the designated driver (responsible KING). prefers small get togethers with his friends. Roommates with sam and bucky!! Joins Criminal Justice club, jokingly rivals with Engineering (Tonys Club) Everyone on campus loves him including the professors, wins Homecoming king and is very happy. Sam jokingly asks to be his queen, Bucky butts in and says "NO, im his queen". Can be found in the library or art studio, usually with ink or pencil markings on his hands.
Tony: Obvi an engineering KING has physics as a minor. procrastinates to the max "No Bruce I have everything under control" *crams for 46 hours straight on a constant IV drip of Redbull and coffee* Super smart and helps draw the blueprint for the new engineering building. Roomies with Bruce! Tony was in a frat for a bit his freshmen year but hated it and wanted real friends (Throws better parties anyway) met Bruce and all the other avengers during a 1301 intro class. Pulls women like no tomorrow. On the presidents list every semester and tutors math for free on the side. He is basically the Dad in STEM. Tries hitting on Natasha but she is just like :/ nah, when her and bruce start dating tony is surprised because bruce is his "quiet little cinnamon roll." Tony constantly teases bruce and is like "yall fuckin (;" Steve butts in "tONY PLZ I JUST WANT TO WATCH THIS MOVIE" Bruce is thankful for steves intervention. You know how he rivals Steves Criminal Justice club? He butts heads with Business Clubs leader (Pepper) until everyone catches them together at a party. Has a caffeine addiction. Works out with Thor and Bucky one day in the rec and almost dies.
Bruce: Physics and Engineering double major (Hardworking KING) In math club with Vision and Wanda. He loves being roomies with Tony because it helps him out of his shell. Likes to draw with Steve sometimes and enjoys the quiet. Doesn't procrastinate and gets things done in a timely manor. 4.0 icon we all strive to be. Him and Nat already know each other, but bond and get a lot closer while studying in the library and they eventually start dating. He takes her coffee when she works across campus and is always almost late to class because of that (He doesn't care though bc thats his BABY) "Um.. Bruce your class is in 5 minutes" "Okay and?.....Wait I have an ex-" *Sprints to his building* Takes boxing at night with Thor, Bucky, Sam and Steve!!! Loves sparring with Thor and can surprisingly take the big buy on pretty well. Gets his butt kicked by Natasha in a MMA class though.
Natasha: Majors in Criminal Justice and Minors in Psychology. Ballet club AND MOCK TRIAL!! Has a Job at the Criminal Justice Deans office and takes MMA classes on the side. She is on Mock Trial with Loki and they actually get along quiet well once they stop butting heads about the case. Introduces Sam and Wanda to dance and they have so much fun. Coffee dates with Bruce!! Her and Steve become RAs in the following years and are the coolest RAs you know. Prefers night classes, Bruce walks her to all of them. Psychology classes are her favorite and really wants to help children one day. Volunteers at a daycare during breaks. Sis can really out drink Tony and Thor. Puts Wanda under her wing and helps her with fafsa and what not. Her and Bucky get the Russian language credit by simply testing out. Has her sh!t together and while she has a lot on her plate she can take it. She is really the Mom of the group. Can be found dancing or with Bruce. Her and Clint are icons in psychology classes.
Clint: Deaf Studies with education minor! (we stan deaf clint in the comics) In the Archery club and wins nationals for the Uni. Loves to draw with Steve. Helps Bruce ask Natasha out! PRANK ICON! loves to do prank wars with tony, bucky, loki and sam. Was in the same frat with Tony but hated it as well. While he seems to have a more reserved demeanor he is still the life of the party. (Like he knows people at the clubs ya know?) Can get in anywhere and helps everyone rent out a club for the night in celebration of midterms being over. Loves reading in the library and loves morning classes and being productive early in the day. Cracks Tonys netflix and hulu passwords (no tony... tonyr0cks69 is not good enough) Wants to teach at a school for the Deaf. Bruce sets him up with a girl from engineering and that is his future wife.
Thor: Physical Education major and Communications minor! Here on a football scholarship and is in a frat (not the asshole one tony was in) and is a partying ICON. Tries to get Loki to party but Loki just wants to drink wine with the cat he snuck into his dorm. Learns Sign from Clint to prepare for his career in education. Loves working out with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Takes up boxing during football off season and spars with Bruce. Despite being everyones fav himbo he gets really good grades and is a very good writer. Loki dorms across the hall from him. Thor actually rooms with Peter. Peter is the freshman baby and Thor takes peter under his wing and introduces him to everyone and helps him with college stuff in general. Also hooks him up with MJ and brings him to the occasional boxing session. Has a loud booming laughter you can hear in all floors of the library when he sees a funny meme. One time he actually makes a very good point and notices a flaw in one of Tony and Bruces projects leaves everyone stunned. Picks on Loki in big brother fashion. Unironically calls weed the devils lettuce.
Loki: Pre-Law and Criminal Justice. LOVES to argue. (Devils advocate ass) In Mock Trial and Criminal Justice Club. Tony jokingly calls him steves sexy secretary in CJ club. Loves Mock Trial and is the president with Nat as his right hand woman. Sneaks a cat he found at the shelter into his dorm and names it muffin. Stays in the Library writing or going over cases. The one time he was taking Natasha a copy of the Mock Trial case packet and caught her and bruce smooching. (He screeched) "Haha funny joke yall heres the case packet BYE." He automatically texts the group chat "i think nAT AND BRUCE HAVE SOME TEA FOR US HMM". Lets Peter and Bruce come over to his dorm because he knows their roommates can get a little too much sometimes. Loki also becomes an avid twitter user and thats how he gains popularity on campus. (He called the uni out for their awful and expensive parking) Was able to convince the Dean with tony and steve to create a new parking lot. Caffeine addict!!! Him and Tony always bump into each other at the coffee shop. Brings baked goods to meet ups with the gang. Loves to play pranks (especially on Tony) Him and Bucky come up with a genius prank on him and even get pepper involved. Best dressed on campus and is in the fashion club. He is the embodiment of dark academia.
Sam: Criminal Justice Major with Aerospace Engineering minor. Gets introduced to Bucky and Steve during move in and they literally become brothers. Is both in Criminal Justice Club and Engineering Club. In the Historically Black Frat on campus and takes huge pride in that. Parties with tony and thor BIG TIME. Procrastinates by throwing paper airplanes at Bucky until Bucky is like "Um...dude your paper is due in like two hours." At that moment Sam got into work faster than he ever had. Loves gossip sessions with Loki and Wanda. Works out a lot with Bucky, Steve and Thor to get rid of stress. When he and Bucky finish a final they go to loki's dorm and ask "Hey can we see your cat." Helps prep food for friends-giving and decorates the dorm for holidays. HATES 8ams so so so much. Steve promises him pancakes if he gets up and goes. Binge watches shows during weekends and screams when Destiel is finally canon. Loves running and gets a Track Scholarship when Thor gets him to join a sport. Gets Peter to join track.
Bucky: criminal justice major and psychology minor. Buck is also in ballet club with Nat, it really helps him relax and gives him a free space to think (also he runs that shit like no ones business) Criminal justice club as well and LOVES to work out and box. One time Sam accompanies him to ballet and Bucky pushes Sam into a split... the scream was heard for miles. "Sam ballet is good for athletes it helps w-" "Yeah but its not good for my balls" Doesn't willingly procrastinate but once in awhile he will forget an assignment, you best believe his eyes will snap open from his nap and get to work asap. For one of his psyche labs he had to question Steve as if he were Steve's therapist to which Steve responds "Hey bro you dont have to hit a nerve that deep" He also likes to do dance with peter since it helps him get away from Thor for a bit. Not a big partier but once the weight of finals are off his chest you best believe he will go all out. Picks on Nat and says hes gonna steal her man, to which tony interjects and says "Not if I do first" Bucky also has a very comfy dorm, comfy lighting and tons of pillows, the man loves his sleep... and so does everyone else. Sometimes he finds peter, sam, THOR, tONY EVERYONE just napping in his bed before their study time. Overall, bucky is a smart boy and his time in college is kind to him.
Wanda: English Major and Education Minor. After being an orphan Wanda knows what it feels like to not have a parental figure there and she wants to change that for other kids by becoming an english teacher. She volunteers at an orphanage, specifically the one her and pietro were in for a brief moment when they came to the states. She loves to draw as well and takes plenty of art classes with steve. She paints a portrait of the entire gang and gives it to tony as a graduation present (he cried). She loves to do volunteer work for children and also spend a lot of time in the library, She helped Nat calm down before Bruce asked her out. Her and Loki are in constant competition for best dressed. "Loki ill let you win best dressed but you have to let me see your cat" "ugh fine... btw your shirt doesnt match your boots" "hEY" Her and Peter take alot of intro classes together and are constantly running around craft stores trying to get the right stuff for projects. Visits Vision at his Job on Campus and he visits her where she volunteers and eventually they start dating. She is constantly getting visited by pietro at 4am asking "Um do you have milk" "Pietro its 4am what do you ne-" "my OREOS"
Pietro: Track star business major, frat ICON with Thor. poor boy is STRESSED he hates college and is here on a track scholarship, constantly late and running around getting shit done. Queen of late assignments but still gets them graded because he is in Track. Yeah he has alot on his plate but he still parties with thor for hours. When he is drowning in assignments Clint is always there to help him, Bruce also helps him with biology and the more science-y classes. Likes to mess around and race sam at track practice. Not into coffee but will run on all the monster energy drinks you could possibly buy. Seriously is tired of 8 a.m courses, he just wants to nap after practice. Walks into the study room that everyone was in and actually looks more sleep deprived than tony. He gets a lot of tips from steve on how to have an easier time in college and it really helps him.
Vision: Grad student working on a civil engineering masters and a TA. Meets Wanda in the library and she asks him where the biographies are. He mistakenly says they are on the 2nd floor "Uh theyre actually on the third" "Then why did you ask?" "Cause I wanted to talk to you :)" He swooned. Through Wanda he met Tony and Bruce and became their best friend, He helped out a lot with engineering club and got them far. He spends a lot of time doing research for his masters degree, he loves relaxing with the group on weekends and picks on pietro as if he is already apart of the family. Him and Loki bond over intellectual conversations from time to time. Bruce and Nat go on double dates with him and Wanda. Went to a bar once with tony and bruce and had to stop tony from singing Queens entire discography, he had the best night that night. Helps everyone with getting into jobs and into grad school in general while everyone helps him let loose and have some fun.
Peter: Peter is a Physics major and eventually works his way up to biochemistry. (hardworking icon) He is the freshman baby of the group and is introduced to them through Thor. He dances with Buck and Nat sometimes as well. Tony obviously takes peter under his wing and helps him with assignments. One time everyone was in the same study room and him and pietro have a redbull shot gunning challenge. When Peter wins Thor picks him up and almost yeets the poor boy into the ceiling. "VERY WELL DONE YOUNG PARKER YOU SHOULD BE DOING THAT WITH BEER IN NO TIME." "Thor plz" Tony and Thor help him ask MJ out and even spy on them during a dinner date. (Imagine thor with sunglasses and a scarf around his head pretending to be tonys date) He feels so accepted in college because of the gang and gets all his work done on time. Goes out of his way to get everyone christmas presents and is so excited for friendsgiving. Becomes a little stressball during finals and midterms and stays in the library till it closes. He spots loki alot in there and helps loki with science classes while loki helps him with political science classes. He meets MJ through wanda and is obviously blushing the whole time while being introduced. Gets embarrassed when the guys flirt with aunt may. "guys plz stop" This is when Sam earns his "milf hunter" nickname. "Pete hows your aunt?" "She doesnt want you sam i-" its not like that... actually it is like that"
Coulson: Alumni Icon. Is the gangs Intro professor and is the reason why everyone meets eachother. (the class was chaotic indeed) Coulson loved that class so much and he still gets visited by everyone from time to time. He is obviously close with Nick. They were there that night when Tony was signing Queen at the bar and couldnt help but laugh.
Nick Fury: Dean for criminal justice and is heavily involved with criminal justice club and mock trial. He is tired of everyones shit as always. Makes a tiktok account for the criminal justice club and has no idea how to manage social media so gets Loki to help. Has to delete it when Loki commented "hah losers" on the engineering tiktoks page. He looks intimidating but in his office he has a picture with the club and has all the gifts he gets on display. (He even framed lokis comment because it was hilarious afterall)
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Got tagged by @izzizzels and for this procrastinating fanfic writer ask game, and immediately jumped on the chance - editing is a pain and I'll take any distraction I can get.
1) How many works do you have on AO3?
Seven! I actually have a lot more on my laptop but I’m way too insecure to ever upload them. Or I did upload them and deleted them a day later. My fic folder is a dark place.
2) What’s your total AO3 word count?
3) How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?
I’ve uploaded fics for four fandoms: Amphibia, Dimension 20, Critical Role and The Magnus Archives (…one is not like the other). But again, I’ve written tons of short drabbles and oneshots for other fandoms. YA-books, cartoons, DC & Marvel, etc.
4) What are your top five fics by kudos?
- A Theory of Butterflies and Other Insects
Atobaoi, my beloved <3 Gen longfic, still ongoing. This roleswap AU is almost halfway done and boy am I having a blast writing this. This reimagining of the canon show takes a deep dive in exploring the girls’ flaws and strengths as they each arrive in a different place; Sasha with the frogs, Marcy with the toads and Anne with the newts. The concept in itself isn’t wholly original but I’d like to think that I’ve made it stand out with its lore, mysteries and twists. There’s still much to come.
- Late Night Vigils
I wrote this Magnus Archive oneshot around 3 am and although my perception of Daisy as a character has shifted as the podcast progressed, I still really like this surprisingly fluffy fic of her and Jon bonding over their similar trauma.
- King's Gambit
Marcy and King Andrias have a jolly good time playing chess! I’ve played chess on a national level for a couple of years and I just can’t stop peppering in those delicious metaphors.
- The Emptiness in Loyalty
Oh, this is an oldie, mostly disproven by canon at this point. Critical Role oneshot, focusing on Astrid and her relationship with an institutionalized Caleb/Bren from the point of his breakdown to his escape. It’s very bittersweet and although my writing has definitely improved, I still occasionally look at it with fondness.
- The Hare and the Fox
Queen Sasha AU lives rent free in my brain. This two-chaptered fic of a very different Marcy and Sasha reuniting after many long years is unflinchingly brutal and it was so much fun to write.
5) Do you respond to comments, why or why not?
I always try to do that! Even just with a ‘thank you’. I get immensely excited when someone drops a comment analyzing atobaoi or theorizing about the plot, that is the best feeling in the world and I want to show how I appreciate it, even if it takes a little while to respond. Fanfic is great because the line between author and reader is so thin and I enjoy the sense of community it fosters.
6) What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?
I was originally going to say The Hare and the Foxbecause it ends on a very bleak note, with few things being resolved. But then I remember the knife to the gut that is King’s Gambit. That Hurt No Comfort tag is there for a reason.
7) Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?
Mmmmm not really, the closest thing is a Fantasy High AU set in the world of Dragon Age.
8) Have you ever received hate on a fic?
Nope! I did get some skeptic comments when I posted the first chapter of atobaoi, but a lot of those people are still reading along and say the sweetest things whenever I update.
9) Do you write smut? If so what kind?
10) Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Yes and no – very long story, very complicated. Let’s just leave it at no.
11) Have you ever had a fic translated?
I have not!
12) Have you ever co-written a fic before?
No, and there are (I think) only two people I would consider co-writing a fic with, but I would feel a bit less anxious proposing marriage to them than asking them to collaborate, so. We’ll see.
13) What’s your all time favourite ship?
I’m not much of a shipper! If you’d point a knife at me I’d probably say Perc’alia or Shadowgast, but mostly because of their fantastic dynamics rather than the romantic aspect. Romance in itself is not very interesting to me.
14) What’s a WIP you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?
* stares longingly at my extremely self-indulgent post-Night Marcy Memory Loss fic *
15) What are your writing strengths?
Creating coherent narrative arcs, creative plot twists, and emotional scenes. I tend to focus a lot on the (overall) plot of my stories and make sure they’re sturdy without any holes or weaknesses.
16) What are your writing weaknesses?
Characterization and detailed descriptions. This is partially because I am not a native English speaker and sometimes struggle to get a good grasp on the language.
17) What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?
I’m not a fan of the Gratuitous [Insert Foreign Language] trope, mostly because in my opinion a lack of research and/or linguistic awareness often leads to butchered language, which always bothers me a lot. Translation footnotes or parentheses, while sometimes necessary, don’t help out much and often distract from the pacing.
When writing dialogue between two characters, one of whom has a second language, I rely on my own experience, throwing in a word or two in situations where it would make sense while the reader is still able to follow the conversation. When two characters are discussing something in their native language I just describe they’re talking in their native language.
18) What was the first fandom you wrote for?
Oh gods, please don’t ever ask about that phase of my life, but Voltron. To look at those unfinished fics in my folder is like gazing into the abyss.
19) What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?
The Tales A Dead Man Tells takes a close runner up, but after all the effort and love I’ve put into it, A Theory of Butterflies and Other Insects comes first place. I started dipping my toes into the Amphibia community after posting this fic and the outpour or support and enthusiasm was heartwarming. I’m really glad to be here and I can’t wait to show you all what's in store.
Tagging (and feel free to ignore this if you so choose) @camomile-t, @ghostadventurespirit0rb and @borkthemork
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