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beebeetheclown · 8 months

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Hey girl hey! I love your writing sm. I let my hormones take over and got this idea.. oops. I would love a story about where Kendall and reader (or female character) do it in a tall building in front of a huge window with the city down below. I just think it would be so hot lol.

Omg hi! Thank you for this request I love the idea :) Hope you enjoy <3

Working Late

One Shot: Kendall Roy/Reader, F/M

Warnings/tags: Contains smut, Kendall Roy x Reader, Kendall Roy x You

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As much as you wanted to enjoy your night with having a hot chocolate and watching a movie alone, you were falling behind at work recently and needed to catch up. You currently were working at Waystar as an assistant. It was stressful at times, with the crazy Roy family losing their shit from time to time, other than that, the job wasn’t too bad.

You had paper work to fill out and sign by the end of the day. Your day was busy, you only managed to get it done now, at 10 pm.

You wanted to hand it in before the morning though, just to be safe from possibly getting in shit for handing it in late. You weren’t sure if anyone else would be in the office so late but it didn’t matter if anyone was there or not because you had your own set of keys. All you needed to do was go in quickly and drop your papers off then head back home. Easy.

When you arrive, at first the place is quiet. You made your way into the elevator and up into the main office rooms. When you arrive, you realize the main door is unlocked, meaning someone either forgot to lock up or someone was still here. You walk in and it’s almost dark everywhere except you notice one of the office lights is turned on.

You try to just ignore who ever was there, you didn’t feel like making conversation or letting anyone know you were coming into the office now to take your papers in. You make it to your work station and place your papers into the folder. When you turn in the lamp, you hear a voice coming from the other lit up room.

“Who’s that?” They call.

You freeze, “it’s uh just me.” You say awkwardly.

“Y/n?”

“Yes.” You admit.

You turn around as you hear footsteps and see Kendall Roy standing outside of his office.

“What are you doing here so late in the night?”

“What are you doing here?” You reply back.

He smiles a little, “doing work. you’re handing in your papers, aren’t you?”

Kendall was technically your boss. You didn’t know how to respond. You weren’t sure if he was going to be angry with you.

“Yeah, maybe.” You say quietly.

“Well good. You’re smart for bringing them here before the meeting tomorrow morning.”

“Yeah, I.. just like to be prepared.” You say awkwardly. You always felt awkward when talking to Kendall.

“Well, have a good night. I should uh, get back to my shit.” He replies.

“Why are you working so late?”

He sighs, “I have a lot of stuff to deal with.”

You could tell something was bothering him, he was upset and angry about something.

“Like what?” You dare to ask.

“Stuff that is too fucking hard to think about.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, it’s fucking pointless. Everyone here tells me different fucking things of what I should and shouldn’t do. People have told me different opinions on this thing I’m working on and I don’t know what to do about it.”

“Well, I think maybe you should just.. do what you think is best you know? They let you work on it, so you should be able to choose what you want.”

“You don’t understand it though honey,” Honey. He’s never called you anything like that before, not anything even near it. He’s only ever called you by your name. “People here aren’t on my side. That’s why everything I do is bullshit.”

He was upset now, he was showing it and he didn’t care. He just needed to rant it out to someone, you were the one there to listen to it. You didn’t mind it.

“I don’t think everything you do is bullshit.” You say.

“No?”

“No, to be honest, I think you’re the smartest out of all your siblings.” You say. You did just want to make him feel better about himself, but you weren’t lying, you really did believe in that thought.

A smirk appears on his lips, “you think?”

His deep voice was making you feel like your heart had dropped to your stomach, you didn’t know if it was because of how late it was or if you were actually starting to become attracted to him, either way, you wanted him.

“Yes.”

“Come here, give me hug.” He suddenly says. You just look at him and freeze in place, “fuck sorry, never mind. It’s stupid,”

You don’t let him continue his rambling and walk over to him and wrap your arms around him. It takes him a second to wrap his arms around you. You stay like this for a while until you feel that he was hard.

“Uh, Kendall?” You say shakily before pulling away.

He immediately knows what you’re talking about, “fuck. Sorry, I’m sorry. It’s just,” he can’t finish his sentence.

“It’s ok.” You reply. You pick at your nails and look at the floor, “it’s kind of hot.” You blurt out quietly. You immediately regret what you just said, he was your boss. What were you thinking? You had never felt like this with him before, sure you thought he was attractive, but you never actually took action on letting him know that.

You look up at him, nervous to see what his reaction will be. He’s smiling.

“Yeah?”

He didn’t even realize it himself, but when he felt upset over something, he always got more desperate to fuck someone. Like he needed to forget about it all and just fuck all of his problems out. He needed to hear the whimpers fall from a girls lips of how good he was.

“Yeah.” You reply softly.

“Look at you, coming into the office late just to flirt with your boss. How professional.” He teases.

“You’re the one with the hard on. You’re hard for your assistant, how professional is that?”

“Let’s just agree that we are both very unprofessional right now.”

“Fine, we are both very unprofessional.”

He brings his fingers to play with yours, you don’t pull back, you let him begin to intertwine your fingers together.

“Are we going to continue being unprofessional or are we going to be good people and follow rules?”

“I don’t know, the first option sounds kind of better.” You didn’t know what you were doing, you knew sleeping with him would probably end of having negative feedback and distract you from work. You didn’t care, you couldn’t just go home now, you were practically dripping.

“Yeah, I think so too.” He smiles.

The truth was, the two of you weren’t really thinking, you both felt tired, stressed, overworked and horny. Both of you hadn’t slept with anyone for a while, so that made things worse.

He suddenly kisses your lips, it’s a long kiss. You kiss him back, slipping your tongue in his mouth. You continue to kiss him roughly as he pulls you with him into his office. He shuts the glass door behind you even though it wouldn’t have mattered, the walls around you were glass and there was no one else around, it was just the two of you and the big city below you.

He pushes some things off of his desk and lifts you up so you’re sitting on it. He spreads your legs immediately. If you knew that this were going to happen, you would have worn something better, something prettier, better lingerie. But that didn’t seem to really matter, because he wasn’t focused on what you were wearing, he just wanted it off and on the ground. As your shirt is now off, the both of you work and removing his fancy jacket and his button up that was underneath. As soon as it’s halfway undone, he can’t continue and kisses you again. As soon as he unclips your bra, he pushes you down so that your back is now fully on his desk. He works on finishing undressing himself now. You become impatient and begin to bring your hand under your pants and touch yourself. Everything was moving so fast.

He still has his shirt on but it is half way undone, with his pants and boxers down almost to his ankles, he couldn’t wait any longer to finishing undressing and immediately pulls your hand away from yourself. You sigh out at the feeling of your fingers leaving you. He holds your hand down, pinning it onto the desk. You take that as a hint to leave your hands at your sides. He lifts your hips and takes off what’s left on you.

“Stand up.” He says lowly. You obey quickly, it was embarrassing, you would do anything he would tell you to do without hesitation. When you stand, your faces are close together. You swallow nervously and look up into his eyes. He just looks at you and tucks your hair behind your ear, admiring how beautiful you were before he turns you around so your back is towards him then he pushes you down so your stomach was now on his desk. He makes you spread your legs out again. His tip near your entrance made you sigh out.

“Look out my fucking window,” he says. Taking your hair in his hand, “you’re going to let all the fucking people out there know how you let your boss fuck you right here on his desk.”

You can’t reply with words, you just moan out at his words. You hear him tear open a condom. You knew now that this was really happening, that you were bent over your boss’s desk, allowing him to fuck you, no matter how wrong it probably was.

You feel his hands find their way to your hips. “You want this?” He asks to make sure that you really wanted him.

“Yes. I want it Kendall.” You breathe out.

“Good.” He says before he thrusts into you. He was definitely fucking his feelings out, his hips drove into you hard right from the beginning, giving you basically no time to adjust to him.

You can’t help but moan out at how good it felt. You didn’t care at how he was letting all of his anger out on you, you wanted him to. You wanted to help him let go of all of his anger and stress out into you.

He thrusts into you harshly a few more times before grunting and pulling out to pull your hair to make you stand up again. He turns you around and sets you down onto his desk, spreads your legs and thrusts into you again. You throw your head back and before coming back to kiss his lips. He puts his weight on you to push you down so you lay back down onto his desk. His lips don’t leave yours as he continues to fuck you.

“Let everyone in the fucking city hear you. Hear how slutty you are for letting me fuck you.” You cry out and wrap your legs around him. “There you go. Say my name, please. Say my fucking name honey.”

“Ken, fuck Kendall.” You manage to moan out.

He swears under his breathe, “again, say it again.” Hearing his name fall from your lips made him close to the edge. It’s exactly what he needed to hear to make his night stress free.

“Kendall.” You say, calling it out louder than before.

“Fuck, I’m going to-“ he begins. He does his best to last a little longer, so he can allow you to finish with him.

You were close as well though, so he doesn’t have to wait much longer before you’re clenching around him, letting pleasure come over you. You’re arching your back and have one hand gripping onto his shoulder while the other grips the edge of his desk. You hadn’t ever came so fast in your life, not even when you touched yourself.

He follows immediately after you, pausing inside you as he spills into the condom. As the both of your highs come down, you whimper out and relax your body. He pulls out of you and you immediately feel empty again, almost like you needed him again.

You sit back up and hop off his desk, standing up the best you could. It was quiet now, there was just the sounds of the fabric of your clothes being put back on and the sounds of your heavy breathes. The both of you didn’t really know what to say now that you were back in a normal mindset.

“I guess I’ll um, see you tomorrow.” You say, breaking the silence.

“Uh huh yeah, see you uh, see you tomorrow.”

You give him an awkward smile before stepping out of his office, heading for the exit door. It felt as if your mind was spinning, you couldn’t believe that what just happened actually happened. You wondered how he felt, you hoped it was a good feeling and not a bad one. You knew for a fact that it was a really bad thing that you just did, but it was definitely worth it and you would most likely do it again. You were wondering if he was feeling the same.

#kendall roy #jeremy strong #ao3 #fanfic #succession #fanfiction #kendall roy smut #request

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mxmentos · 2 years

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rewrite the stars.

character(s) ; mona x gn!reader genre ; star-crossed lovers word count ; 1007 cw/tw ; very annoyed mona, not proofread (when is it ever) a/n ; told yall ill make y/n the good guy this time <3 i wrote this in a rush, you can tell by the ending 💀💀 sorry for the lack of content- and yes, the old hag is mona's mother in this au lol

“are you out of your mind?!”

your grip on mona’s arm loosened, but your fingers remained firm and made sure she couldn’t escape. you weren’t done with this woman just yet. mona’s pale green eyes flashed at yours with anger, grunts escaping her parted lips as she tried to free herself from your grip.

“[name], i demand you to release me at once! do you know who i am? i’m the daughter of the most praised astrologer in the entirety of teyva-”

“will you quiet down, star-lady? i’m trying to get us out of here.”

“star-lady?! i will not let myself be disgraced with such preposterous nicknames. release me at onc-”

you placed your free-hand over mona’s lips, muffling her strained voice from escaping into the woods. “you’ve been hanging out with fischl a bit too much, haven’t you?” you whispered, listening keenly to make sure the two of you were alone.

“no sign of the old hag’s guards here, mona. there’s nothing to be afraid of.”

“that’s not who i’m afraid of,” mumbled mona. you removed your hand from her lips, finally letting go of her arm. mona was extremely upset with you. she knew you were an idiot, but she never would’ve imagined you do this sort of thing. her cheeks flushed with rage as she began to unleash all her anger on you.

“what. were. you. thinking? grabbing my hand as i was plucking berries in the royal garden, and running at full-speed! did you not take a pause and think about the possibility of my master, who was admiring the stars in the balcony, taking a glance below and seeing me carried off to the woods by some lunatic i fell in love with? and how would you consider…”

mona continued along with her rant, but you weren’t really listening to what mona was saying. she stood before you, her deep violet hair illuminated by the moonlight alone. arms crossed, she strutted back and forth, angrily rambling about how careless you were. you admired everything about her; the quick movements she made with her fingers, the way her ponytails swayed along as she strutted back and forth… oh, you were so in love with the woman in front of you.

“...we could’ve been in so much trouble. are you even listening to me?”

you let out a soft chuckle, which made mona’s cheeks burn even more. she didn’t know if she was angry at you or happy to see both of you together in the forest, free from both of your families, and ready to burn the woods with your desires. but alas, she knew that wouldn’t happen; there were too many faults in the stars to ignore.

“[name], don’t you understand? i can’t go back… because of you! and now i’m stuck with you and i don’t have anywhere else to go… just the thought of me waking up to see your ugly face in the morning makes me sick-”

“mona… we both know that you wanted it.”

mona's pupils dilated at the sound of that. “wanted… what?” mona shot a puzzled look at you, but you knew her true intentions. she wasn’t ready to talk about the subject of you and her being together. the both of you were deeply in love the moment the delicate thread of your fate interlocked with hers, tying a beautiful knot. but the both of you knew that unless you did something about it, that knot will slowly fall apart, and the threads that once held each other would finally let go.

“you wanted to be free. to be free and roam across the woods. so what if we cause a forest fire? at least the forests would burn from the desires in our hearts. my longing to be with you grows by the day, and im sure that in the depths of your delicate heart, you have that same longing. mona, the universe has destined our relationship.”

mona bit her lip; as much as she wanted to believe you, she just couldn’t. she could never forget the fine morning when she decided to dive into the depths of the stars, wanting to see the path of destiny laid out for you and her. saying that the path was not charted the way she expected it to would be a bit of an understatement.

“[name], our story is inscribed in the stars, the universe only guides us to the path foretold.”

you let out a deep sigh; unlike mona, you didn’t believe in astronomy. how would you let a few specs in the sky determine your fate? it sounded extremely unrealistic, but you made sure not to mention it to mona.

“listen, [name], as much as i want to be with you, there is simply no reality in which we would have a happy ending. you know how much the megistus family despises you and your family. besides, the stars don’t paint a pretty picture of us in the sky. i think that it’s… better if we stayed apart.”

no. that wasn’t true, and you both knew it.

you wanted to be with her, even though it would all end up in flames. there’s not a second that went by without you thinking about her. your heart was aching from the distance between you and mona, you couldn’t be separated from her any longer. and you knew that deep down, she felt the same.

“don’t you get it, [name]? the stars have been inscribed with our fates. must you continue with your pointless convincing?”

mona looked at you with starry eyes, a tear trickling down her cheek. she wanted to believe you, she really did, but the stars said otherwise. you gently cupped her cheeks, causing her cheeks to flush. as you stared more into her eyes, you could see endless galaxies spanning across, hiding the truth of the universe.

“...why do you keep fighting for a future you know we can’t cherish?”

“because if the stars were truly written, then we can rewrite it.”

fic by @/mxmentos on tumblr. do not repost this fic without my permission.

#꒰🍷꒱┊❝ mo's fics. ❞#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin #mona x y/n #mona x you #mona megistus #mona x reader #genshin mona #gn!reader

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flowers-that-sing · 1 year

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this is a ventpost sorry.

i forgot how to behave around my parents after living at school. i forgot how to act. i fucked up.

they were actually happy with me. my dad said a few months ago he was proud of me for probably the first time my entire life. and i fucked it all up.

i told myself my whole fucking life not to trust authority figures. it’s been my number 1 fucking rule since i was old enough to make them. that’s how i stayed safe.

and now i’m being a fucking dumbass.

i sent some trans guy in history to my parents, nothing about myself, just to share some info. and my mom goes on this long rant about how repulsive trans people are and shit. i was upset about this. as a trans guy.

and then my friends were ignoring me, so i said something moodily like “ugh nobody cares about me, my parents hate me” which is fucking NORMAL okay?

one of my house counselors/dorm parents overheard this. so she gets concerned or whatever. and talks to me. which is fine. i dont say anything concerning.

then a few hours later shes like hey you need to go to the wellness center. they make me stay overnight. they do skin checks and screen me for suicidal thoughts. nobody tells me WHY i’m there.

the next fucking morning i’m told that someone reported me for self harm. which also happened last year! but this time its not even true! so they find NOTHING, because i am FINE, and let me go. i’m told this was confidential.

for whatever reason, one of the wellness center people emailed my parents to say “hey yeah she stayed here overnight, if you want to talk we can” and they text me fucking flipping out.

at first i calmly explain part of the situation but they think i’m lying or something and then i tell them i was upset after fighting with mom, and that the stuff she said about trans people scared me.

my dad goes “are you transgender?!” and i say no, i’m not, but now i know they wouldn’t love me if i was. because i’m fucking stupid and don’t know when to stop pushing. and my dad gets angry.

and then he was like “i think you need to live back home. we need to watch you” which is a completely real threat because hes paying my tuition and i’m stupid and i work freelance and i make pennies.

hes gonna meet with the person from the wellness center and i’m fucking terrified. i apologized over and over and begged and said i was a girl and promised to behave and be good and he was just like “yeah whatever. we’ll see.”

i fucked up. i fucked up so bad. over and over and over. and of course its only a month before the end of the year too.

i’m scared. and i’m upset. and i don’t wanna be a girl. and my parents hate me and i ruined everything.

#vent post #cw transphobia #i know i’m stupid #i pushed it #i got too comfortable

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strangermarvelss · 2 years

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I just devoured TPOLYG up to tonight’s chapter. It’s so raw and real, your words really make that pang hit me right in the chest and I found myself feeling angry when Eddie kept pushing about Steve, when he really has no right to be upset since he is the one who created this situation in the first place AND didn’t he jump into a relationship right away?

I had a few questions, I don’t know if this will come as the story unfolds, but I was curious about your thoughts. Did he start dating the other woman before leaving his wife or after? His actions have been so icky and it seems like this chapter is a turning point for him but I kinda want to beg reader to just move on with her life bc Eddie has treated her so terribly and caused her so much pain.

Also, do you think his change of heart is because of Christopher and feeling guilty about not giving him the happy childhood he vowed to give him or is it that he suddenly realizes he’s been a complete a-hole to his wife and he still loves her and really wants her back? I took it as him wanting to repair his marriage for the sake of his son (who is incredibly important, of course) but his ex-wife deserves to be loved, cherished, and protected too. And perhaps it’s bc I’m a kid of divorced parents and was old enough at the time to see that my parents were desperately trying to hold on for us (the kids), maybe thinking that divorce would scar us for life. But there was something so broken that made everything seem artificial and we knew there really wasn’t any love there. They ended up getting divorced eventually and it ended up being a relief for us all bc they were just so “clinical” with each other and like empty shells of people who were miserable and there was no warmth between them. And their relationship actually got better after the divorce bc they weren’t forcing themselves to be in a situation that made them unhappy. I didn’t really grasp what hitting that point would feel like, you know, what it would take for someone to throw their hands up and say fuck it, there’s too much scar tissue, I’m out. But reading your fic and seeing it from the wife’s perspective made it click for me. I don’t blame her for losing her shit and feeling like her marriage is over and Eddie doesn’t care about her anymore. And it’s that feeling of not knowing where it went wrong but you desperately love someone but they crushed your heart into a million pieces. And they’re already sleeping with someone else?! Oooh makes me sick thinking of that scenario, where your husband is already in bed with someone else during a separation 🤢 This might be me tapping into a deep need for revenge here but I feel like it would be totally fine for reader to have a fling too, to cancel out Eddie’s girlfriend? Like they’re even and maybe it’s easier to get over the infidelity?

Anyhoo, that was long and I’m ranting, sorry! I’m not even sure if those are questions or just me pondering into the ether. The short version of this is I’m invested in this story and am really enjoying it and looking forward to what the future brings for this family. Thanks for putting this fantastic work out there for us to enjoy.

firstly, i'm sorry you had to witness the fighting when you were young between your parents, it can be difficult because i witnessed that too, but i'm glad they have a better relationship now that they aren't with one another.

to answer your questions: eddie got with shirley after they separated. i don't see eddie to be the kid to cheat in any scenario or AU. just think of the song "traitor" by olivia rodrigo

it took you two weeks, to go off and date her

guess you didn't cheat. but you're still a traitor

and the other question is a bit of both. he realizes his sons feelings at the top of the stairs and listening to his wife, since they're still married, say how hurt she really is and call him edward and smack him really made him realize he's fucked up. more on this will come in part 6

i'm so glad you're enjoying the series! it's super fun to write and i'm glad to have the amount of support i've been getting :)

#ask sava #anon #the pain of letting you go

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jellimac-sims-stories · 5 months

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Chapter 5

Jonah made good on his promise and he bought us two of every flavor of cupcake from the Uptown bakery. He also bought a bottle of whiskey and had no misgivings about cracking it open on the train with the recently enacted “Juiced Community” N.A.P. in the city.

We rode theWe rode the train round and round the line until it was so early that it was late. It reminded me of the old days when the three of us used to ride the bus around Oasis Springs until we thought their Dad had fallen asleep in a drunken stupor. As upsetting as that memory should be, riding the subway with Jonah tonight made me feel safe and happy even though Jonah was upset.

It was a good thing we didn’t go back to my apartment. Jonah spent the entire train ride cursing Sergio’s name, blaming him for all the trouble the people he cared about were going through, and yelling pretty much at the top of his lungs while we ate cupcakes in our fancy clothes. If we'd been at my apartment I would have ended up with my neighbors banging on my door angrily. He kept going on about club den rooms, babies, money, and something about wicked whims that all confused me. I sat and listened while giving people that passed us apologetic looks and mouthed sorry in between bites.

Jonah has always had a very laid-back personality and I’ve never seen him throw a punch he didn’t need to throw. It was upsetting seeing him drunk and angry looking a lot like his Dad but sad instead of out of control. I didn’t want his family to have to see him like this so even after he quieted down and started dozing off on my shoulder I kept us on the train for another lap around the city.

While we rode the line one more time, I thought about what had happened not only that night but with my entire relationship with Sergio. Everyone knows that Sergio is a new age Don Lothario. I was in no way surprised that he’d started flirting with me within seconds of meeting me but his behavior tonight wasn’t just flirtation. It was cold, calculating, manipulative and possessive. The feeling of disgust every time his hand was on my waist still makes me feel queasy and dirty in a way that I don’t like. I was suspicious that there was a whole story that was hiding in plain sight so I texted Jonah saying he was going to tell me everything in the morning.

We finally got off at the train and transferred to the line for Bedrock Straits where Jonah lives. Arriving at the station, the cool evening desert air clears his head a little but he's properly drunk and tired so I helped him into a rideshare back to his house. As he got in he told me, “Don’t take the train back. Get in one of these too and send me a Sim-o-Leon request. I was supposed to be taking care of you and here you are taking care of me. I guess what people say about daughters being the ones to take care of their families has some truth. Did I tell you Jana’s pregnant? I hope it's a girl and she’s as sweet as you dollface.”

“Oh my G-d! Seriously‽ Congratulations. I’m so happy for you both,” I hugged him tightly. His drunk ranting about babies and money makes sense now. I watched as he got into his rideshare and they drove away. I got into another one as he instructed and walked into my apartment just as the sun was coming up.

I slept late into the afternoon the next day and took it easy. I’d flung the dress off as soon as I walked into the door and it was in a sorry state. So much for the gleaming beauty from the night before. I spent most of the day painting out my anger/disgust with Sergio and updating my socials. My phone had been dead when I got home so I hadn’t touched it before then and was shocked to see that both my insta and twitter had over two hundred thousand followers. If I hadn’t been sitting down to finally eat something that wasn’t a cupcake I probably would have fallen over.

I had been tagged in so many posts from that night. The events at the party had the internet almost as divided as they had been over that stupid dress. Half were blaming me for the way I looked; comments like ‘what else would she expect’ or ‘must be Nisa’s trophy wife'. I paid those no mind. The other half were either laughing at Sergio or were in support of my actions because he’s a married man and saying I was their hero.

A ton of Sergio’s so-called ‘fans’ posted about me throwing the drink in his face. There were a couple of TikTok reactions that made me fall over on my couch laughing at Jonah throwing Sergio into the pool complete with screaming mermaids. Rhys_Moon's reaction kept replaying Sergio’s rag doll body as it splashed in and then back out of the water while they laughed hysterically. My favorite was definitely the one of Baby Ariel losing it over a loop of Sergio emerging from the pool soaking wet, looking madder than a wet cat and his sparkly suit crumpled. PlumBob Tonight even had a post featuring the popular trend ‘how it started and how it ended’ showing photos of Sergio on the red carpet and Sergio getting a drink thrown in his face mid-splash. This one made me laugh out loud. The notifications kept chiming in as the afternoon turned into night.

I woke up on Monday morning against my desire to stay asleep to my phone ringing. It was so dark out that I didn't even need to look at the time to tell it was super early. The caller ID said it was Josh. I answered the phone groggily, fully ready to tell Josh off for waking me up only to have my eardrums assaulted by his loud response, “Wake the fuck up! You have over 1.2 million followers on your insta and 1.1 on your twitter. What the hell happened at the party?”

Now I was awake, “Shit are you kidding?”

“NO! Jonah just ran over here and woke me up at 5 am. I haven't seen 5 am since uni. Check your fucking phone!” I put Josh on speaker and pulled up my instagram page. No shit 1,204,382 followers on my insta. Just like he said.

“Eden! We have to celebrate!” that was Jonah taking the phone from Josh, “We have to get you a publicist. This is amazing! You can’t believe how proud I am of you.”

“Thanks for rubbing it in J,” I hear Josh say over a yawn in the background. I heard Jonah say something like you know what I mean as he pulled the phone away as I stared at the follower count on my phone. I switched over to my twitter and it read 1.1M just like he said.

I never expected my instagram to blow up like that overnight. Especially over something like this. I for sure thought that my follower count would drop, not rise! There were tons more posts than yesterday that I was tagged in shared over and over again. Most of the comments were in praise of my actions with the odd 'she looks like a hoe' here and there but I didn’t care. I had 1 million followers on both of my social media accounts!

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That's a wrap on Simfluencer!

This story is based on actual gameplay (from 2020 quarantining days). Back before social bunny and a simfluencer was a job in the game, I created some sim to add more depth to Jonah and Janna's family. They were Jonah's little brother Josh and their childhood friend Eden. Eden started out with barely a simloan to her name, got an apartment in the Arts Quarter of San Myshuno and worked her way up the stratosphere to 1 million followers one fortunate morning. She's the only sims I have with that many followers. Even Eden friend Jonah doesn't have that many and he's in the social media career.

Eden is based on a real person who went by the handle of CoconutKitty better known as Diana Deets. Unfortunately, Diana died this past February. A lot of influencers seemingly have a lot of controversy surrounding them. While I understand the comments made by others I also saw a really lovely, kind, and caring human that inspired me to write a story that has carried me on a journey of writing that I would have never expected to be on.

I hope you all enjoyed the story and are ready for more!

#simblr #the sims 4 #the sims #fan fiction #fan fic #reading #writing #ao3 #read on ao3 #maxis match #simsfluencer #jellimac sims #jellimac #jellimac sims stories

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bgfilms64 · 1 year

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THIS IS GOING TO BE MORE OF A RANT THAN AN UPDATE AND WILL BE ALL OVER THE PLACE, SO BE PREPARED.

This rant will mainly consist of me just getting some stuff off my chest because I just really wanna talk about what happened and why I didn't get most of the stuff that I promised out to you guys last year. To perfectly sum it up in one sentence, I was pretty much just in a bad mood.

A crappy mood to be specific. Mainly because of some personal stuff that happened, which I don’t want to go into too much detail about.

First off, the content that I started uploading was probably not what you wanted to see.

I made a lot of promises that I sadly never finished and apologize for this because like I said before, I was in a bad mood and still am as I’m writing this. It mainly had to do with some personal life situations that were going on. Not only that but I was also getting stressed out and overwhelmed which is what I’ve been feeling for a while. Also, I was lazy for a good chunk of the rest of the year, even though, I still uploaded some things to the channel, but AGAIN, it wasn’t what you guys wanted to see.

You all wanted to see Loonatics Comedy, Watterson TV, A Dark Night At Gumball’s, BGShorts 2, and the other projects that were made in the announcement video I made. And, of course, as expected, I never delivered them in 2022. Every time I announce a release date, it always ends up not happening and I hate it. So from now on, I’m not gonna announce it. I’ll just release it when it’s 100% complete and finished. So, this year, I’m gonna see if I can get as many of these projects out as I can and I hope I can keep this promise.

Secondly, I’ve been thinking about the “one last Baldi’s Basics video” thing and, to be honest, I’ve decided that I really don’t wanna make another one. Mainly because I’m just not interested anymore. Now, don’t get me wrong. I still love Baldi Basics and will continue to support the creator. I just won’t be making any more videos of the angry baldheaded math teacher you all know of. I even get questions here and there if TDNAG 3 is gonna happen or to make it. Let me just state this out in the open: a third game is never going to happen because the original series is canceled. However, a reboot is going to happen and I plan on making it into a trilogy meaning there will be three games. So, you can all put your questions to rest now. Back to the Baldi thing right quick, I hope you all will respect this decision I’ve made. If you don’t like the decision I’ve made, you are allowed to unsubscribe and leave. however, if you do respect it, then thank you. I appreciate it. But who knows? Maybe I might change my mind and make it or probably pass it down to someone else. But for now, I’m pretty much done with Baldi.

The third and final rant I wanna bring up is that I’ve been thinking of quitting YouTube and getting off the internet which I really don’t want to do. There are so many things that I want to create and release to you all, but there are times when I do need to take a break. I think the problem is that I got famous way too quickly. It also can be because of me being overwhelmed, upset, tired, exhausted, and stressed out (like I said earlier in this). I hate feeling like this and just wanna be happy 24/7. I want to clarify that I’m not perfect. I’m FAR from perfect, so please don’t look up to me as a great man cause I’m just not. There are times where I wish I was normal, that didn’t have autism, and even times of what it would be like if I didn’t exist. I feel like most of the viewers that watch my videos only want Baldi and Baldi alone. I make other videos featuring Bendy, FNAF, Loonatics Unleashed, Gumball, etc. I make games, art, and music. Not everything I make is Baldi related. You guys have to understand I make more than Baldi’s Basics videos.

To sum up this whole thing, the whole year of 2022 was a mess for me. Lots of personal stuff happened in my life, I planned to release a lot of content but never delivered it in time, and tons of pressure. It was too much. Let’s just hope that 2023 will be 10 times better. Fingers crossed.

Thanks for taking the time to read this and I’ll see you guys next time.

#bgfilms update #update #what have i been doing?

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shortlttlginger · 1 year

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You’re really not the person I remember being so close to.

I ran into an old co-worker of ours the other day and they asked if our group of three was still friends and gushed about how much they admired our friendship. I honestly answered “blank and I are still extremely close, but we don’t talk to blank anymore”

The conversation continued as normal with the usual “people drift apart.” And the conversation moved on.

I haven’t thought about you or it almost at all the last year until. But the conversation with this old coworker brought some old thoughts back. I mean, let’s be honest here first I haven’t seen us as friends in over 2 years and we haven’t talked in over a year. I had nothing to think about or feel about you anymore. I’d moved past all the upset, loss of a friend, and lies. And I stopped listening and asking more questions when mutual friends would give me unasked for updates on your life.

I had no reason to really care anymore. It sounds bitchy and rude, but, you’ve made it abundantly clear to everyone, especially me, that you gave two shits about “staying friends no matter what” and how you “could never lose our friendship”. The running away anytime my name was mentioned or I was around made it clear as day.

I quickly let all of it fizzle and die. I unfollowed you from all social media platforms that I regularly used. Have non committal responses when our mutual ‘friends’ brought you up. Threw out all memories from our friendship and relationship. And reminded myself of all the lies and how happy I was not dwelling in it.

And then I heard how poorly you treated someone you so regularly called your favorite human. How you stopped talking to them unless they said hi first. How they spent time and money building you a gift so you could stay in contact easier through your gaming hobby when they left for a new job, but use it to connect with everyone but them.

How heartbroken it made me to listen to them talk about it all. And hear how done and defeated they were. But also how pissed off they were because of how little their friendship meant. And slowly I started hearing similar stories from other mutual friends.

And I started falling back into old feelings from when we broke up. But I wasn’t mad, or sad, or angry for me this time. It was for everyone else.

I’ve moved past the fact that I’ve forever lost my best friend. That our promise to each other that wed still be friends was broken- towards the end from both sides. I still look fondly back on memories and miss it sometimes. But more and more it gets clouded with the lies, broken promises, and sadness. I have some blame in it. I could have Don better too. But now it’s more for other people then myself.

I guess this long winded rant has no purpose except to say I miss our tight-nit group of three. I miss having a strong connection. But after seeing how hurt others are, I’ve realized you’re not the person or friend I thought you were. And that’s not all on you. You may still be exactly who you were, but now the blinders are off, that I overlooked it all before. I’ve also changed and stopped lying to myself about how I should be treated. And so many more elements.

There will always be a part of me that wants our friendship and connection back. Nothing more just to have my best friend again. But I know it will never happen. I’ve moved past the anger and sadness of losing it all. I was tired of putting in all my effort, even if it seemed limited. It was all I could give while still protecting myself, and I’m glad I did. Cause if I hadn’t, who knows what would have happened when a mutual friend accidentally let it slip that 2 weeks after we broke up you were on tinder and already moved on with somebody else. It hurt but solidified that it wasn’t worth caring or putting in the small effort anymore. It proved all the lies and empty promises were just that. It may still fuck with my trust in nee relationships and opening up to others, but I’ve moved past the anger of it.

I’ve moved past almost all of it. There’s still that small voice in my head with new relationships that says “protect yourself better this time”. But the sadness and anger are gone between us. But I don’t think I’ll ever move past how much you’ve hurt your “favorite person in the world” and other friends.

It may seem like I’m contradicting myself with writing this. But as always for me, writing my feelings out and removing them from my anxious brain is the final nail in the coffin for me. I know you’ll never see this, but pretending you will and getting it all out means I can finally wash my hands of all this.

#it’s 1:30am #and I work tomorrow #and should be asleep #but my sad anxious brain needed to get this off mh chest #and no one reads this anyway #or even is on this blog #don’t read this ignore it #don’t reblog #rant #personal #shortlttlginger

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potter-imagines · 4 years

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Left Waiting at The Three Broomsticks (Fred Weasley x Read)

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Request: Hi! I was wondering if I could have a Fred Weasley imagine where he pisses off his gf somehow and so she gives him the silent treatment and only talks to literally everyone (including George) but him so he gets all jealous and pouty lol. Eventually he gets her to start talking to him again and then it’s all fluff etc. Hopefully this wasn’t a confusing request! Thank you!! :)

Warning: Tiny bit of sexual content towards the end, little bit of swearing, kinda angst at the beginning ?? and a lil towards the end ?? I think that's all, a lot of fluff scattered about

Word Count: 9.5k (I am so sorry I got carried away)

Two hours. Y/n had spent two hours waiting for him. Two stupid hours on a Saturday night that she could have spent elsewhere making something productive of her day but no. The last two hours Y/n had been seated in a small booth in the corner of The Three Broomsticks waiting patiently for her boyfriend, Fred Weasley.

The thing that infuriated her the most was that it was his idea in the first place! Originally, the couple had planned a stay-in date in her dorm room for the night before, Friday, but other plans came up. Fred got tangled up in a prank with George that had landed him in detention with Snape for the night. Yes, it annoyed her but what could she do? It wasn’t like Snape would excuse Fred because she tells him they have a date. If anything, Snape would hold him back longer.

When Fred and George were finally dismissed, it was nearly eleven at night and Fred was sprinting down through the dungeons to the common room. Their arrangement was for eight and he was praying to anyone listening above that she was still awake, but not furious at him.

Skipping up the transporting stairs, Fred basically shouted the secret password at the Fat Lady making her narrow her eyes at him. She swung open, not without muttering about how rude he was, and Fred jumped inside. Ten or so students were scattered around the common room, chatting amongst themselves. Hermione, Ron and Harry sat around the couch near the grand fireplace. They sent Fred a wave, which he frantically returned. The golden trio watched in curiosity as Fred darted up the stairs of the girl’s dormitory.

Hermione looked back to the group and asked,

“Wonder what that’s about- he seemed in a hurry.”

“Heard him and George got detention. They put stink-bombs in the Slytherin common room! Heard it stained some of the furniture maroon!” Ron chuckled at his brother’s antics then resumed his debate with Harry over their thoughts on the Quidditch World Cup happening every four years. Harry tried to explain the concept of the Olympics to Ron, but Ron was too focused on how amazing it would be for the World Cup to happen each year. Hermione went back to her studies, blocking out the mindless bickering of the boys.

Above the common room, Fred Weasley was scurrying to his girlfriend’s dorm room. He hoped Angelina and Alicia were out so he could be alone with her. Their time spent together had been oddly less than usual the last few weeks. Fred had no change of heart- actually, he found himself falling more in love with her every day, but their final year at Hogwarts was creeping up from the woods and he was working on a dream career behind the scenes with George that was eating up his time with her. He had shared this idea with her before- but it was just an idea then. Fred and George planned on putting their dreams to action once they finished up the next year. He wanted her to come- George did as well, but he didn’t want to mention it until it was a reality.

Reaching his destination Fred took a second to compose himself. A thin line of sweat was forming near his forehead. This was the first chance he had to take a breather since detention ended. Fixing his dark robes Fred knocked against the door, quiet enough not to startle her but loud enough to hear.

“Y/n… Y/n… love, are you awake? It’s Fred-“

Abruptly, the heavy wooden door cracked open and a weary looking girl poked her head out into the quietness.

“Darling, did I wake you up? I’m so sorry.” Fred stepped forward and wrapped the girl in a tight embrace. Y/n’s head fell against his chest out of instincts. His arms fastened around her waist as he invited himself in the room, slowly walking her back.

“Here, go back to bed, love. You look exhausted.” Fred led the sluggish girl to her familiar bed. Throwing back the covers, he readjusted her pillows so there would be room for him to fit as well. Fred then walked back to Y/n and took her hand softly. Kissing the back of her hand, Fred helped Y/n get into bed then slipped in beside her. His arms snaked around her body without thought. The naturalness of holding her in his arms made Fred feel confident in his dreams of starting a future with her. All the tension in his body collapsed when she leaned into his frame. Fred held her close and kissed the side of her cheek lovingly.

“I’m sorry about detention tonight but I promise I’ll take you out Saturday, alright? We can have a date at Hogsmeade and spend the night together, does that sound nice?”

The sleepy witch gave a tired mumble and nodded her head. She was cuddled under a stack of blankets, wearing Fred’s sweatshirt which made him smile. He’d usually crack a joke at this and tease her but, she was already asleep when he looked back to her. Fred couldn’t help but stare at her for a while. There was never a moment that went by where Fred didn’t think of Y/n as anything other than beautiful but in these moments, she looked ethereal.

Moonlight poured in from the open window and splashed across her s/c cheeks. Her hair was sprawled against the white pillowcase. Fred smiled at the sound of her light snores. Fred wouldn’t leave until he was sure she was deep asleep. It was their thing. She hated going to bed without him there.

“Okay, I love you, Y/n. Get some sleep, angel.” Fred whispered.

He pecked her forehead, then kissed her lips gently. Removing the covers, Fred tucked them back into Y/n so she could keep warm. He closed the open window then tip toed out of the room. Instead of rejoining his friends, Fred decided to head to his room. He felt too guilty for missing out on their plans to go have his own fun. Anyways he did have a Potions paper coming up and if he was going to spend the day with you Saturday, he surely wouldn’t be doing any homework.

So, the plan was confirmed the next morning, Friday. Y/n ran into Fred on her way to breakfast and they discussed where they’d meet and a time. They ate breakfast together, walked to class, then headed in different directions when six rolled around. Fred had a Quidditch match and she had a group project, so they didn’t cross paths for the rest of the night. Even though he refused to admit it, Fred absolutely hated when Y/n missed one of his games. His favorite thing to do was search for her in the stands during each game and it made him sad not to see her smiling face standing out in the crowd. Y/n entered the common room around midnight and went straight for her bed. Gryffindor had lost so there wasn’t a single housemate sitting in the common room. She could only imagine how upset Fred must be, she’d be hearing about it tomorrow. Y/n giggled to herself at the recollection of Fred’s angry rants about his teammates to you in private. She basically crawled to her bed, dreaming about the handsome, goofy, witty twin that had captured her heart.

Which would bring us to Saturday night. Fred and Y/n had made specific plans; they were to meet at The Three Broomsticks at seven then hangout for a while and spend the rest of their night sneaking around the castle with the help of The Marauder’s Map. Fred had practice at six so he was planning on meeting up with the girl at the pub. Y/n expected him to be running late- it wouldn’t be Fred if he didn’t show up a good twenty minutes late.

Only Fred never showed up at seven thirty, not at eight, and by the time nine neared, he was still nowhere in sight. The Three Broomsticks would stay open for a few more hours but the thought of sitting there alone for any longer, jumping at the sound of the door every time it opened, it made Y/n feel less than sane.

Throwing a handful of coins on the table, Y/n thanked her server then exited through the front doors. The walk back to the castle wasn’t long but being with Fred made it a lot more amusing. He’d pick her flowers, give her piggy back rides, play games, race, and hold her hand the whole walk back.

This time, Y/n walked alone hugging the material of her raincoat to her chest. A light drizzle had been pouring on and off for most of the day. Earlier, it was perfectly bearable- hardly noticeable. Although the weather had only worsened as the night grew darker. Hard rain drops crashed against Y/n coat, cascading down her covered arms and bouncing to the wet ground. Her black boots were soaked. She could feel the water rising to her socks, one of her biggest hatreds. Wet socks.

The hood of her jacket only helped so much before the pelting raindrops started to seep to her hair. Typically, Y/n loved the rain. If Fred was here, they’d be dancing right now. But he wasn’t, she had no clue where he was and that was exactly what Y/n was headed to find out.

By the time Y/n made it back to the castle and up to the Gryffindor common room, it was past ten.

Much as Y/n had expected, the common room was lively with energy and conversations. Katie, Alicia, and Angelina were all sitting in a circle with Fred, George, Lee Jordan, Seamus, and Dean. A dark bottle of Dragon Barrel brandy and Daisyroot Draught were being passed amongst them. Y/n watched as Fred leaned into his brother’s side, obviously tipsy and slurring his words while he practically shouted to their friends who were only sitting feet away.

His frame twitched with every small hiccup he let out. The whole group was smiling, they were happy. Y/n wondered to herself if Fred even noticed that she wasn’t there. She wondered if he liked it more when she wasn’t there, they were having fun and although the group was also her friends, no one was interested enough to invite her. Biting on the tender skin of her bottom lip, Y/n bundled her fist to her sides. The anger refused to simmer, only continued to boil. Her dripping clothes weren’t helpful to her sour mood.

It wasn’t the fault of her friends, no, but they were bound to get caught in the crossfires. Fred was the one who left her waiting for hours on end. Her chest was tight- livid yet sad all at once. It was an aggravating feel, unfamiliar. Y/n hated the suffocation entering her drying throat. More than anything she longed to handle situations like these in an aloof fashion. The last thing wanted was to wear her emotions on her sleeve, but she couldn’t help it. Her head screamed ‘just go to bed, ignore him’ but her heart wanted to scream at him and let him know just how bad he had hurt her. Her breathing quickened, each inhale received a choppy exhale.

For the first time, Y/n decided not to join her friends or to even say a word to Fred about how he stood her up. She was sick of it- completely exhausted and drained from his lack of care and presences in their relationship the last few weeks. If he wanted her as bad as he claimed, he’d find a way to show it. And leaving her sitting alone in a noisy pub while he partied and drank with their friends, showed her the exact opposite of his words.

Diverting her leer from the inebriated group and studied the rest of the room, hearing voices near the sitting area. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville were all staring at Y/n in mixed judgement. Harry, Ron and Neville looked concerned by the appearance of Y/n. Hermione on the other hand, she was absolutely flabbergasted, Y/n could see the pity written on her face. You had mentioned having a date night with Fred in Hogsmeade to the four the night before. Harry had invited Y/n to hangout with them and visit Hagrid, but she politely declined and informed them about the special night Fred had planned for them.

Harry and Hermione stood up at the same time ready to comfort the teary-eyed girl. They motioned her over but just as she started towards them, Angelina Johnson noticed her friend who had been absent for most of the night. Setting the bottle of brandy down, Angelina wobbled up to her feet and smiled giddily,

“Y/n! Come- come drink with us! I was wondering where you- why… why’re you all wet?”

As the words fell from her mouth, a crowd of eyes planted on Y/n. Her fists clenched, bone white knuckles visible, at her sides. Angelina scurried over to her friend and wrapped her in a tender hug. If the scenario had been different, she’d gladly join in the fun but there wasn’t an ounce in her body that desired a drink.

Y/n’s eyes found their way to the boy she had been longing for all night. Her lips quivered, the anger and sadness reaching it’s overpour. He looked so handsome, so happy, but it meant nothing to her.

Pulling back, Angelina squinted in confusion at Y/n. The lack of embrace given back had thrown her off. The group had been awaiting her arrival, no one was quite sure where she’d gone off to. Angelina scanned Y/n’s reddening face, noticing the emotions bubbling under the surface.

Moving away, the dark-skinned girl turned to her friends. No one else seemed to notice the offset of Y/n’s attitude.

“Angel, where have you been? I missed you!” Fred’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. Quickly standing up, he held his hand out to his girlfriend. Y/n shot a dangerous look to his outreach, then up to his face. Usually she’d find his toothy grin and childlike state loveable but for obvious reasons, it made her irate.

Stepping back, Y/n sternly scowled at Fred,

“Missed me? You’re the one who left me waiting all goddamn night, Fred Weasley.”

A part of Y/n felt guilty for forcing her friends to witness their unpleasant exchange. George was now to his feet standing behind Fred, just as lost as the group he had been sitting with. Despite the alcohol running in his veins, George could sense an argument budding by the second.

“Not like any of you really seemed to care where I was.” Y/n kicked herself for this cold statement.

Her friends weren’t at fault- not in the slightest. But everyone was at risk of becoming a victim to her fiery wrath. In actuality, it did hurt her a little that no one had gone searching for her. It had been hours! Tears welled in her eyes as she took in the reactions of the group. George took his arm off Alicia and nudged his twin.

“What- I don’t know what you’re talking ‘bout, love. I think you should have a drink and loosen up-“

Y/n couldn’t take it. She just couldn’t take it anymore. Scrunching her face, she used every bit of strength to force her salty tears to hide at bay. Although her emotions screamed to be heard and saw right through her façade. Sweeping her hand across her cheek, Y/n caught the stray tears that rolled down her rosy cheeks. Huffing all her emotions out at once, Y/n shook Fred away from her and hurried towards her room.

Fred stood appearing dumbfounded. He could only gawk in perplexity. Blame it on the alcohol, but Fred’s mind was drawing a blank when surveying her words. For most of the night, he was the one thinking she was leaving him waiting. No one else had a clue as to where she’d gone off to, so he assumed she was in the library or wanted some space.

“You’re an idiot, Fred.” Hermione’s sharp voice cut through the thick air. The happiness and drunken laughter was extinct. The girl’s shared an exchange, all confused as to what just happened. The glass bottles didn’t help clear their judgement. Dean and Seamus took small sips from the Daisyroot Draught. The tension was unbearable, it felt wrong for their friends to be a part of it.

George set a hand on Fred’s shoulder, pulling him back slightly. Leaning forward, George whispered to his twin,

“I reckon it’s best if we turn it in for the night.” Fred gave a tug of protest. His intoxicated fought against him though he knew he did something wrong and needed to find Y/n. In spite of his desire to chase after the girl, George couldn’t let him do that. It was obvious Fred had forgotten something and Y/n was more than upset. Sending his brother up to drunkenly apologize to his hurting girlfriend for a reason he can’t even recall, that was a recipe for disaster and would only cause a bigger mess.

“Fred, you’re going to bed. You’re too drunk to talk to Y/n right now, okay? We’re going up the boy’s stairs, not the girls, okay? You two can talk in the morning, maybe you’ll remember where you fucked up tonight by then.”

Suddenly, Fred stop moving and let out a low groan,

“Oh shit… merlin’s sake, I fucked up, George. Oh my god- Hogsmeade… shit! I told her we’d meet at Hogsmeade and I forgot-“Fred whipped around in his discombobulated state. Everything clicked at once. Fred had been so concentrated on Quidditch that once practice had wrapped up, his exhausted body dragged him back to the common room out of muscle memory. It was his typical routine; Quidditch practice, head back to his dorm, shower, change, eat, work on some possible products with George, then hangout with his friends. How could he be so neglectful?

George sent his brother a comforting look then grabbed him by the shoulders, helping aid him up the winding staircase. It came as a shock to him that Fred had forgotten about their date. All he spoke about was Y/n, it was a rare occurrence for the couple to

“So that’s where she’s been all night?” George pushed open the door to their room, looking to his twin sternly. Fred had most of his weight piled on George, trying his hardest to remain upright. Lee had decided to stay back, allowing the brothers a chance to talk.

George helped his frantic twin in the dark room, then gave him a light push towards his bed. Fred plopped down, burying his face in the fluffy pillow. Pulling off his jumper, George threw the large maroon comforter over Fred’s tall frame while he wailed,

“I’m a terrible boyfriend. I planned the bloody date too! I left her-“

“How ‘bout you get some rest? You can find her in the morning and apologize to her and… hope for the best. It’ll give you more time to think of a way to make it up to her. You’re just a rambling mess right now.” The alcohol was not wearing George down. He had been on an adrenaline high since his second shot. This was the first moment of the night where he had stepped back. His tiresome hands rubbed against his face as he made his way to his bed and collapsed on it.

Fred was still moaning on, the sound of his drunken voice making it harder for George to fight back the urge to sleep,

“She’s gonna dump my sorry ass-“

“Go to bed, Fred. It’ll be okay.”

George let out a sigh of exhaustion. The twins had been best friends with Y/n since they were just children, new to Hogwarts and unfamiliar with the power of magic. It pained him to see his brother hurt, but it also hurt to see Y/n upset. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Turning his head, George let out a breathy chuckle at the sight of his twin passed out cold. The worry that dripped from his voice was now gone as he eased into his dreamland.

George wanted to scold him, knock him upside the head for skipping out on Y/n again. He cared a lot about her, she was basically a sister, a triplet to him. If Fred was gonna win her back, it wasn’t going to be easy, George knew this. Y/n was stubborn, and the twins had witnessed this first hand for years, it was a trait they loved, when not directed towards either of them.

As George’s head hit the pillow, all he could do was pray to Godrick that the morning would bring good news.

Sunday morning arrived much faster than Y/n had hoped. A bright, loud, light interrupted her sleep as the gears in her head started to turn. Her mind was groggy, the events of last night were foggy. Warm sunlight broke through the glass stained windows. Y/n wiped her eyes and slowly sat up. Her mouth was dry, screaming for a drink of water.

For a minute, she felt calm- happy almost. The room was half empty; Angelina’s bed was bare and Alicia laid in a star-fish position, a snore sounding from her mouth. The image made Y/n laugh.

Standing up, Y/n’s hands flew above her head as she stretched. She cracked her back, a morning ritual for the girl. Just as she reached for the knob of her dresser, a wave of recollection nearly knocked her off her feet.

Fred had stood her up, of course, how could she forget? The irritated skin under her eyes and nose suddenly made sense. Leaning against the wooden cabinet, Y/n huffed. It was times like these she wished she could crawl into bed and stay there for eternity. Nothing would get better though if she didn’t at least try to fix it.

As quick as the thought came, it had evaporated once more. Why did she have to be the one to put forth the effort to fix things? There was no use in fixing their relationship if Fred wasn’t willing to try too. More than try, Y/n thought. It took a piece of her when she came back to the castle just to see him drinking with their friends, not thinking a thought of her. She needed to see that he cared. His words held no value to her anymore, not until he could prove he meant what he said.

Y/n went through her morning routine like a snail, wanting to drag out her time. Eventually, she was fully dressed and ready for the day. She liked to take advantage of the days her school robes weren’t required. The cooling weather led her to a fuzzy black sweater, and light washed jeans. Sliding her delicate wand into her back pocket, Y/n exited the room and took the stairs down to the common room.

Approaching the bottom of the steps, Y/n could hear familiar voices exchanging hush words. She stepped into the room and was surprised to see the lack of students. The only ones present were sat one the long leather couch on the left half of the massive room. All of their gazes fell on Y/n.

Fred, George, Ron, Angelina, Harry and Hermione were all relaxing- well all of them except Fred. He on the other hand was frantic- disheveled. His knee bounced in anticipation. The clock was sneaking

“Oh, uh, hey Y/n!” Ron Weasley moved his hand side to side, waving to Y/n. The temptation to admire the handsome boy at his side leaped into her heart. Using every ounce of strength, Y/n trained her eyes on Ron, not allowing a single peek at Fred.

“Hey, Y/n/n!” The voice of Angelina brought a perk to Y/n’s head.

“Hi.” She greeted the younger Weasley and her close friend back, then headed for the portrait. Before she could make it half the distance, the tall figure of her boyfriend appeared.

“Angel, how did you sleep?” Fred was by her side in an instant. He was desperately trying to read her expression, testing the waters to see her mood. He had hardly slept, he spent most of the night thinking about this exact moment, when he’d have the chance to apologize and make it up to the girl he loved. “Can we please talk? I’m really sorry for last night, honestly, I am so so sorry, darling.”

Y/n stared at him, or rather, through him. It was like she didn’t see the tall wizard in front of her.

“I’m gonna go study, I’ll meet you with you guys later.”

“Y/n, love-“ His warm hand took hold of her of her own, an action she’d typically love. The familiar grasp sent a burst of comfort in her stomach, but she ignored it.

Wiggling out of his grip, the girl shot him a look of displeasure then rushed off. Hermione chased after her, no one else brave enough to step in. Besides, Hermione was one of her closest friends. Watching the younger girl follow after her roommate, Angelina walked after them. Fred stomped like a toddler having a tantrum as the portrait swung open then closed. He knew he had to do something- anything to get her to talk to him again, and that was his plan.

For a Sunday evening, the school library was relatively empty. A majority of the students occupying the tables were studying away for their O.W.L.S. The exams weren’t for another two months but hardly anyone dared to procrastinate until the last week before opening their books. The stress of the exams was enormous, but the students still had other classes to keep in mind.

Y/n Y/n/l and George Weasley were sitting across from on another at a study table. Three hefty textbooks were open as the two discussed their Potions paper. Y/n had been stuck on hers and George had yet to start so they decided to head to the library together and get it done.

Fred was usually right by their side, his hand wrapped around Y/n’s shoulders, but she neglected an invite for him. About an hour after their exchange in the common room, Y/n had apologized to each friend she had snapped on the night prior. They were understanding, clearly seeing where her frustrations had come for. They also felt bad as she was right, no one had even checked to see where she’d gone, and George especially felt terrible for not searching for his friend.

At least three hours had passed since the two Gryffindors started their study session. Y/n was sneaking up on her last two pages while George still had three left. They collaborated every few minutes, then returned to tranquil silence, scribbling away.

Y/n was in the middle of sharing her idea for the last section of her paper when George’s eyes brighten and he interrupted her,

“Fred, how nice of you to join us.”

Turning in her chair, Y/n found her boyfriend standing behind her with a nervous smile. She hated how perfect he looked, even in the poor lighting of the library. He still managed to make her breath hitch in the back of her throat.

“Hi, Y/n. You look beautiful as always.” Fred announced himself softly. George scoffed teasingly, muttering a ‘hello’ to himself to make up for his brother ignoring him. Freds words were genuine though didn’t make much of a difference. Y/n was still hurt and a compliment wasn’t going to mend that. She needed to feel it, to see him truly show that he cared- that she meant something to him. That she was deserving of his time. Sweet comments didn’t not add up to that feeling.

George closed his textbook, then glanced up at his twin,

“Should I leave?”

Before Fred could answer, Y/n slammed her hand on top of George’s Potions book. Wide eyed and frightened, the boy gaped in shock. Even Fred was taken aback by her unexpecting movement. Leering at her friend Y/n replied,

“No. I want you to stay, we were in the middle of a conversation.”

Fred’s heart dropped at her words. It was heartbreaking to have the girl of his dreams now shunning him- brushing him off with ease. It was driving him mad. All he wanted was for her to acknowledge him, give him a little hope that he can earn his way back in her heart. He loved her, every bit of him loved her.

All he wanted was to make it up to her for his mistakes the night before. He couldn’t stop thinking about the look on her face when she saw him sitting with their friends. She was miles exceeded hurt- more devastated at his negligence than hurt alone.

Maybe it was the fear of meeting the reality that losing Y/n was a possibility, but Fred experienced a new sort of emotion when his girlfriend asked for his brother to stay. Yes, they’re friends, all three of them are. Fred had to remind himself of this like a record on repeat. He couldn’t fight the envy off though.

It made his heart twist as she stared at George. Never did he think he’d be jealous of his own twin, but Fred was livid. The seething stream of covetousness overtook his veins. Fred wanted to be the one you ran to for comfort, not his brother. His entire life he had shared everything with George, Y/n was far too meaningful to Fred for her to be shared.

Now it does take two for a turn of events like that to happen. Fred knew, clear as day, that George had no romantic feelings for Y/n and she had none for George. This was true, but for some reason, it didn’t help tame Fred’s envy.

He knew causing a jealous scene would do no good for anyone, so Fred realigned his train of thought and asked,

“Could I steal you from that conversation, please love? I really need to apologize to you.”

Fred allowed his hands to reveal themselves from their previous position hiding behind his back. When he moved them, a full bouquet of colorful flowers and small green plants of different shapes and sizes. The flowers were a display of fuchsia, pink, orange, red, and yellow. They were beautiful, so beautiful, Y/n thought to herself. She couldn’t help the gasp that slipped past her lips.

Fred had gotten her flowers their first-year dating but since the last month or so, she hadn’t received many of his heartwarming gifts. It wasn’t the monocle value of a present but the thought and attention to care that captured Y/n’s heart. Fred had always been the best at creating meaningful gifts on a tight budget. Whether it was flowers he stole from school grounds, or necklaces he made out of stones she found around the Great Lake. He’d make her perfume- proving rather excellent in the Potions department. He also asked Molly to teach him how to knit in order to make Y/n a sweater. This of course delighted Molly over the moon.

George bit on the skin of his knuckles to keep for laughing at his brother. He recognized the flowers, as did Y/n. Fred had picked them from the garden outside the castle- something that had earned him a detention before. George decided not to comment on his observation, Fred was sure to murder him in his sleep if he put his apology in any jeopardy.

Fred extended the bouquet to his flustered girlfriend. He felt a sense of accomplishment while watching her reaction. It was small to most, but for as stubborn as she was, it was big in his eyes. The girl reached forward, accepting the gift with a tiny smile rising to her lips, one she didn’t force down.

For the first time since the night before, Y/n fully saw Fred. She peered directly at him silently. George glanced between the two, stuck between a dual. Without speaking, Fred took some steps forward and pulled the chair next to Y/n out. He slipped into the seat, the couple still staring at each other. Y/n studied his demeanor, he didn’t push her anymore, but he wouldn’t leave her side. Not that she would tell him but, she was happy he joined in. She didn’t want him to leave, she had missed being around him. Tearing herself away, Y/n focused herself back on the other twin.

“As I was saying, George…”

Fred drowned out the words but accepted the fact that Y/n didn’t reject him from sitting down. She also didn’t set the flowers down for the rest of their study session. The remained clutched in her hands, resting in her lap the whole time.

Monday night came in the blink of an eye. Classes had resumed and the castle was bustling in stress. When the end of the year neared, the time spent sitting through lectures was an eternity, while the weekends flew by. Fred had always hated summer break, actually, that’s not entirely true. His dismissive of break budded around the same time his relationship with Y/n became official.

Their first two years, she would spend the holiday back home in London with her family. She loved her family but once she experienced her first holiday at the Burrow, she never wanted to miss another. Her family was a bit distant, not the warm and welcoming pure-bloods like the Weasley’s, but not as cold as the Malfoy’s. Y/n’s family had no issues with her spending breaks at the Burrow, as long as she had Molly and Arthur Weasley’s approval. Molly insisted each time that there was no need for her to even ask to stay. They accepted her with open arms, ecstatic to see Fred had found such a lovely girl.

The end of the school term was coming up and Fred needed to fix things with Y/n before that happened. She planned to spend the break at his family’s home and he feared she’d take her agreement back if things weren’t improved between them. Spending almost two days stuck in the anger of his love was two days too many. Fred was going to fix this and he planned the best idea he could think of, good thing he had their friends happily available to help.

Unbeknownst to Y/n, while she was resting up from her illness Harry, Ron, Lee and George were helping Fred create his masterplan. Hermione helped in her own way by remaining near Y/n’s dorm, sitting in as the lookout. It gave her an excuse to get her school work done so she didn’t protest.

Alicia and Angelina stayed in the room. Once Y/n started to feel better, thanks to Madam Pomfrey, the girl’s altered Hermione who passed the news along to Harry as the chain continued until it reached Fred. At the confirmation, his plan was set into action. Ron was sent to retrieve the girl after Alicia and Angelina convinced her to get some food from the dining hall.

She walked through the common room then down the moving staircase, when her redheaded friend popped up. Ron scared the girl, making her stumble back, her hand placed over her chest.

“Y/n! I’m so glad I ran into you! No one has seen you all day- Angelina said you were feeling ill this morning.” Ron rambled at a fast pace. Y/n, still surprised by his sudden arrival, took a deep inhale, nodding to the boy,

“Yeah, I saw Madam Pomfrey this morning when classes started. I just had a stomach bug and she said I’d have to wait it out but the medicine she gave me seems to be doing the trick.” Y/n gave Ron a kind smile. Ron was two years younger than her but they had always been great friends. Y/n would travel to the Burrow as a guest of the twins during the holiday breaks, so Ron and her had spent a lot of time hanging out together. It was sweet of him to ask how she was doing, but he didn’t seem that her health was the reason for their conversation.

“That’s good to hear. You wouldn’t happen to be heading anywhere, are you?”

“Just to get some food. I’m starving-“ Ron nodded eagerly, cutting his friend off in the process.

“That’s great! I mean, not great, just… well… uh, follow me please!” Scrambling like a mess, Ron clasped his hand over Y/n’s wrist and abruptly dragged her down the stone corridor. She couldn’t find the words to question him and allowed Ron to lead the way. Her curiosity was far too big to ignore his odd request.

Ron carried on for another five minutes then took a sharp turn, heading for the courtyard. Two figures ran off around the side of the castle in the darkness. Y/n swore she recognized the pair as George and Lee. What were they up to? Snapping her head to the younger boy, Y/n waited for him to fill her in on why he had dragged her halfway across the castle to the freezing courtyard.

“Okay! We’re here- I’m just gonna… head out. See ya, Y/n!” Ron rushed his farewell then ran off towards the direction George and Lee had escaped to. What in the world is going on? Left by herself without any explanation, Y/n threw her hand up in annoyance.

“What?”

Alone in the cold, Y/n wrapped the opening of her fuzzy cardigan against her body, attempting to keep warm. Although warmth entered her vein as a pair of arms snaked around her waist, snatching her backwards into a firm surface. She gasped, thrown off by her attacker and tried to turn in retaliation, but their grasp was far too firm. The familiarity of the hold made her body ease up. As much time as the spent together, she could recognize his touch anywhere. Fred.

His touch released a swarm of butterflies through the girl. She could feel the anger washing away as she leaned her body into his chest, having pined for his arms for two too many days than she was accustomed to.

The tall Gryffindor held her tightly. Moving forward, Fred pressed his lips against the shell of Y/n’s ear. The heat of his breath causing her to shudder as he whispered,

“I’m so happy you came, darling.”

Y/n smirked, looking up at him. The concurrent willfulness of her nature could only carry on for so long until her headstrong demeanor crumbled. A pang of chagrin still grumbled in her stomach but the sight in front of her certainly was a runner in her change of heart.

Soaking in her surroundings, Y/n realized they were just a few hundred feet outside Hargid’s hut. This explained the garden full of massive orange pumpkins. In the middle of the path was a small gazebo decorated in fairy lights and sunflowers. A small table set for two was tucked inside. Small teacup white candles line the path, creating a runway of sorts. Another candle, larger and purple, sat flickering in the breeze in the center of the neat table.

Y/n stood motionless absorbing the creation her boyfriend made- all for her. Speechlessness was not common for Y/n so Fred undoubtably began to second guess if his efforts were good enough. His fears were stomped in a matter of moments when Y/n harshly yanked at the material of his collar and placed a brisk, short kiss to his lips. Fred was startled, losing the opportunity to kiss her back but Y/n didn’t want him to. It gave her a sense of control- they still had issues they needed to work out, but she loved him nonetheless. Besides, avoiding and staying mad at Fred forever? Impossible. In two days, Y/n had to stop herself a million different times from approaching Fred and sharing a laugh with him, or kissing him, or holding his hand and giving him a hug. She didn’t want to fight off the urge anymore- and Fred couldn’t handle the distance spaced between them. Thus, being the motivation for his grand, heartfelt, date.

“I’ll assume that means you like it. I won’t take all the credit- it was my idea, but our friends are the main reason I was able to pull this off. I feel really bad and… I need to do something special for you- I don’t do that enough lately. I forget sometimes to remind you how important you are in my life and how much I love you.” Fred sheepishly smiled, nervously awaiting her reaction.

The small table was set, a new bundle of crimson red roses placed on her seat. To the side of her plate was a small box with a beautifully wrapped ribbon tied to the top. Fred had a special way of showing his love and adoration for his girlfriend, but even this was new to her. Never before had he gone so over the top to prove his feelings to her.

Y/n lifted her hand and intertwined it with Fred’s, smiling up at him,

“It’s gorgeous, Freddie.” The bashful smile made Fred’s heart melt on sight. He had prepared himself for the repetitive rejection she had been sending, so when she whispered those sweet words, his chest tightened, and his pace stopped.

Fred almost fainted in shock at the sound of her voice. He squeezed her light hand and drew it back, forcing her body into his own. Y/n couldn’t help the laugh that fell from her lips. She missed his playful ways. With the foreheads pressed against each other, Fred grinned,

“I’ve missed your voice, love.”

Although his words made her heart take flight, the reality of her hurt was still roaming. Y/n detached herself from his grasp and rested her hand on the black metal table. Her fingertips fumbled with the white cloth, it served as a distraction only for a short period of time. Fred sent her a sorrowful look. Her shift in moods was confusing to him, he only wanted to make things better.

Y/n sighed and ran her hand through her h/c locks. Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply then asked,

“Why don’t you have time for me anymore, Fred?” The question of the night- or rather month. His date was beautiful, absolutely stunning. As riveting as it was, it couldn’t erase the hurt she had been experiencing.

Fred shook his head frantically, dismissing the accusation. He knew why she would think that way, he understood. It wasn’t true, though. Actions speak louder than words and Fred despised the fact that recently, his feelings for Y/n weren’t lining up with his actions. His words could only do so much. But he also knew soon, things would be different. Missing the Hogsmeade date was his fault, and he paid for it. Two days might seem minute to most, but when you spend essentially everyday attached to someone’s hip, two days of them purposely ignoring you and speaking to every soul expect you, it can feel like a lifetime. He realized a few things in this time.

Fred remembered how fun it was to act as if he was still trying to win her over. Gifts, no matter their cost, always brought a gleam to her face which never failed to make Fred grin. However, it was much more entertaining when she wasn’t upset with him and would throw the flirtatious comments right back at him. He was also reminded of how lucky he was to be with Y/n. While she ignored him, Fred found himself envious of every living being Y/n spoke to, as they were not him. When he started engulfing himself in his plans for the joke shop, his effort in his relationship had decreased and this was something he vowed to never let happen again.

“I’ll always have time for you, darling. And if I don’t, I’ll make some. I truly am sorry about this weekend- you don’t deserve that.”

“It just seems like you’re distracted, like you don’t care anymore.” Y/n batted her reddening eyes, finally throwing her worries to the air.

“No, no, Y/n, not at all. I’m so sorry I made you feel that way, love. I’m a terrible excuse of a boyfriend, I never meant to create this mess. I love you so much.” Fred’s head bowed down. It tore him up to know the way his actions made her feel, the only girl he loved.

“I love you too, Freddie. I really do but I can’t feel alone in this relationship. I let our date Friday slide, even though I was annoyed, but Saturday night? I feel like it broke me. Just knowing you forgot about me-“ Y/n fought back the burning sensation in her eyes as the tears began to brim.

The anxiety blooming inside her was clear to Fred. Suppose that was the downside to dating your best friend, they can always tell when somethings wrong. Before a tear could hit the floor, he whisked her to the iron garden chair, then kneels before her, his hands holding her face as if it was a priceless, dainty piece of china.

“I didn’t forget about you, darling, that’s impossible to do. I’ve been… well I’ve been working on something with George for when we leave school next year. It’s real important to me and I wanted to share it with you but I was scared that it might not happen but… if I have your support and you with us, I know it’ll happen.”

“What’re you rambling on about, Fred?”

“Remember how I told you that George and I wanted to open a joke shop? Well, it’s happening… I think. We’re really close, we just gotta make it through next year then we’re free! We’ll have our own joke shop and get to sell our own products and start our future.”

A silence overtook the atmosphere. Y/n’s lips were stuck open in a small ‘o’ shape, eyes glued to the floor. Was he really going to leave her all alone next year? Would they have to break up? Surely, he wouldn’t want to be in a long-distance relationship.

She was snapped from her own mind when her skin registered the touch of Fred’s lips as they traced her knuckles, kissing each finger as he did. His eyes then peered up to meet her own. She could tell he was serious by the feeling of his stare. Then he continued, making Y/n perk up,

“But none of that can happen without you… Y/n I want you to come with me. Move in with George and I, start a future with me. We want you to be a part of the shop. I want you there. You’re the only girl I want, for the rest of my life.”

Her once open mouth clamped shut in a swift motion. Ever since she met the twins, Y/n wanted a future with Fred. Everyone saw it as a childhood crush, but she always knew it was more. She never stopped loving him- never could. Even when his pranks took a step too far over the line. They always found their way back to each other and would work through it. Fights such as the most recent were rare- but Fred’s admission filled in a lot of empty spaces that had left Y/n sleepless for days. Finally, the crushing weight was lifted from her chest as she choked out a shaky breath.

Leaping forward from the chair, Y/n threw her body into her boyfriend’s body and clamped him in a koloa like hold. Fred chuckled in amusement, falling onto the near ground at her jump.

“Why do you have to be so lovable? I hate it. I should be angry with you, but I just love you too much. Besides, I think you did enough suffering.” She giggled as she pinched his round cheeks in her hands. Fred poked his tongue out at her and grabbed at her sides. Y/n swatted his hands away, giving him a stern glare saying, ‘don’t push it’.

Slowly, she leaned down and brushed her lips against Fred’s, smirking down at him. It was a change in roles. In their more adult situations, Fred was typically the one on top with Y/n pinned below him, but that’s a story for another time.

A small, almost whimper, sound came from Fred. He hated being teased- that was his job. Dragging out the moment, Y/n tugged on the skin of his bottom lip with her teeth, earning a groan of approval from Fred. She grazed over his mouth one last time before dipping her head down to meet his and interlocking their lips, still straddling his waist. Fred’s hips pushed towards her core out of instinct. Not ready to give in quite yet, Y/n lifted her body and shifted forward, entrapping Fred even more so in the heated kiss.

They parted for seconds to sneak a bit of air, then continued their needed make out. It had been a while since they proved their love to each other in this way. For the last month, it had been small kisses here and there when the couple had a chance to see each other. Y/n needed his touch- she needed him. Fred longed to have under him, pleasuring her. He desperately wanted to sink his head between her legs and really show her just how much he loved her.

The coldness of his fingertips hit Y/n’s skin as his fingers dug into the sides of her waist. As much as she longed to keep the exchange going, the last thing either of them needed was a detention.

Y/n plucked herself away, a small pout lining Fred’s lips. His hands remained tied up in her own, lying them on his stomach. The weight of his question seeped in like molasses. Opportunities like this presented themselves once in a lifetime, there was no way Y/n was going to let it slip by.

Rolling off his lap, Y/n plopped down on the ground to the side of Fred. Their heads turned simultaneously towards each other, Fred winking to Y/n.

This is what she wanted. To see him care for her, show his love. His attention. It was the one thing she had been striving for but now that the cat, or rather joke shop, was out of the bag, Fred didn’t feel the need to hide anything from her anymore and keep his work to himself. He was over the moon with excitement to have her join George and himself. It was everything he could hope for.

Coyly averting her peer, Y/n asked,

“Do you really mean it, Fred? You really want me to come with you and George?”

Kindly, Fred swiped his thumb under her chin and raised her head up so their eyes were level.

“I wouldn’t want you anywhere else in the world then with me.” The serenity in his voice didn’t go unnoticed. Y/n propped herself up to her elbows and brought Fred in a bone crushing hug. Heavy chuckles croaked from Fred as she smothered him lovingly. He managed to sneak in a tiny peck to her check and she hugged him. Placing her head on his shoulder, Y/n poked the side of Fred’s cheek, commenting,

“You’re gonna be stuck with me forever, Fred, I love it!”

Throwing his arm around the elated girl, Fred just smirked.

“Duh, that’s kind the whole point of you moving in with me.” He replied in a matter-of-fact tone. The night was growing darker and the steady wind was escalating. In an hour, two if they were lucky, Filch would be surveying the grounds in search of students, mainly Fred and George, out past curfew. It was a sport to him, catching students breaking rules and getting to turn them in. It was part of his job, yes, but Y/n hated that he never took it easy on anything for the Gryffindors like he did the Slytherins. Fred looked at the scenery around them and remarked,

“Y’know, angel, as much as I’d love to spend the rest of the night laying with you in my arms, we can do that in my dorm room tonight… in an actual bed instead of dirt. I mean, we didn’t set up this whole thing for nothing! If I knew laying in the dirt would win you back, you should’ve told me!” His sarcastic words were received with a light slap.

“Smart ass.” Y/n rolled her eyes teasingly and started to sit up. Before she could get to her feet, a pair of hands planted themselves at her waist and lifted her. Fred had his moments, but he was always a gentleman to her. His teasing ways were comforting to Y/n, reminding her that they were good now, in comparison to the recent downfalls.

Fred helped Y/n to her seat, then jogged over to his own. He presented the girl with a cake he made for her. Hermione brought him to the kitchens and taught him how to make one. It took about three hours, he burnt the first, put too many eggs in the second, then forgot to add eggs to the third. Finally, on the fourth attempt, Fred created a passable cake. Hermione had no desire to spend any more time in the kitchen, so she quickly frosted it for him, not wanting him to ruin it this far in, then covered it and locked it in the fridge. Much to Y/n’s surprise, it was one of the best homemade cakes she’d ever had. Her teeth were practically chattering from the intense amount of sugar, but she had to keep in mind it was Fred who baked it.

After eating, Fred and Y/n took their sweet time strolling around the castle. Fred swung his hand back and forth, causing the same effect to Y/n’s. They laughed feverishly as Fred chased Y/n up the moving stairs as they raced to the common room. When they entered the room, they sprinted straight for Fred’s, still in a chase. Hermione, Ron, Harry, George, Angelina, and Lee all watched in amusement as the couple seemed to be reunited.

“Wonder if they’re back together. You guys think the date worked?”

Everyone shared glances at the obliviousness of Ron. There were times when social cues and context clues just didn’t exist to Ron. George scoffed at his little brother and shook his head. The rest of the group roared with laughter as Ron’s face scrunched in irritation.

“Not sure, Ron. Why don’t you go out to our room and ask them?” George smirked mischievously causing Ron to turn white as a ghost in realization. A faint ‘oh’, tumbled out of his lips and his eyes went wide.

Despite their assumption, up in the top room in the Gryffindor boy’s dormitory, Fred Weasley laid snoring in his large mattress, still in his school robes. Squished against his chest by his arms, Y/n was sound asleep, similarly dressed. The two didn’t care what they looked like or who came in, as long as they were together, that’s all that mattered.

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Hi I'm the anon who requested the Childe x zhongli x reader one. I deeply apologize I am so so sorry I should have specified but yes! Childe and zhongli are dating at the beginning, and poly at the end with reader. Only if your comfortable with it though! I'm sorry once again I should have specified more clearly T-T

original ask: Um feel free to ignore This ask but zhongli x Childe x reader where Zhongli and childe are dating and reader has been in love with both of them and thinks their love is unrequited, but they're happy with only giving love and not receiving anything in return. But then one day they meet someone new and start spending more time with them, pulling away from zhongli and childe which leads them to getting angry and confessing + jealous nsfw at the end. Feel free to ignore tho, no pressure. Have a good day and take care :)

hopefully i did you justice lol, i was still a tiny bit confused so i apologize if this isn’t 100% of what you were looking for but i hope you still like it!!! this is a part 1 of 2 and the nsfw work scene is going to be in part 2 (expect that in a couple days) PART 2 HERE

cw: polyamourous relationship, little bit of angst, a little over 3k words, hu tao has a brother in this named jiang

summary: your first crush is zhongli and when it’s evident he doesn’t like you back, you try to turn your feelings to childe. so when childe and zhongli start dating, your heart is shattered. thinking there’s no hope for love, you meet jiang. sounds great - the only issue? zhongli and childe seem to have a problem with this.

Alongside Zhongli, you were a mortician at the Wangshen Funeral Home. Over the months of working beside him, you had become quite close to him. In fact, Zhongli considered you one of his closest friends in Liyue. After long days at the parlor you would go out to dinner together and despite having to pay most of the time, you were happy to spend time with him.

Your feelings towards Zhongli were growing to be more than platonic but you could never tell him. You were too different from him and while you were sure he appreciated your friendship, you couldn’t imagine him reciprocating your true feelings.

So when you’re introduced to a young man named Childe, you thought this would be your way to weasel out of your one-sided love. Childe was cheeky and sweet to you, nearly winning your heart instantly. He hung around Zhongli often and it became unusual to see either of them alone. Slowly, your crush on Zhongli soon shifted to Childe.

Unlike before, you began to dress nicer to work if you knew Childe was going to be coming along that day. You examined the way Childe interacted with Zhongli versus you and the difference made you hopeful that Childe was feeling something for you. Sometimes he would even stay at the parlor with you if Zhongli needed to run out for a bit.

When Childe asked you to Wanmin for dinner one night, your heart swelled. You had been alone for too long and now a rich, handsome local from Snezhnaya was courting you, right?

You were giddy for the remaining hour of your shift, even telling Hu Tao that you had a date after work. When the time came, Childe waited for you at the entrance and you happily skipped beside him. He made a comment about how you seemed to be in a good mood and you could only chuckle - wasn’t he, too?

“Order whatever you want,” Childe told you once you both were seated at a table. Your eyes glazed over the menu, racing back and forth between too many options. You heard Childe sigh and you looked up briefly to see his fingers fumbling with each other. “You’re probably wondering why I asked you to dinner, huh?”

Beneath the table, your legs twisted anxiously. You hid your excited smile and tilted your head, trying to make a cute facial expression. Was Childe going to ask you to be his partner? Or was it too soon to do that? Despite your age, you hadn’t been on a proper date in ages. Were things different when you were a teenager than when you were an adult?

One of Childe’s hands made its way across the table and you let him take your own. His hand felt incredibly soft and warm and you wanted desperately to interlock your fingers.

“Since you're my closest friend in Liyue, I wanted to tell you this before anyone else,” Childe began. The first part of his sentence made your chest flutter but you decided to pay no mind to it. Perhaps you had just gotten closer to Childe than Zhongli lately. But what Childe said next made your heart drop into the pit of your stomach, “I’m going to ask Zhongli to be my partner.”

“Like, work partner?” You said, your words catching in your throat. You knew exactly what Childe meant. How could you have been so stupid?

Childe let out a hearty laugh, “No, not a work partner. I want to be his boyfriend.”

Your hand fell limp in Childe’s and you swore you stopped breathing in that moment. Not only were you extremely upset, you were suddenly extremely embarrassed. You told Hu Tao this was a date! You face grew red and you averted your eyes to your lap. But it all made sense. Childe wasn’t talking to you in a special way - he was talking to Zhongli. Looking back on your personal conversations with Childe, you realized that most of them centered around Zhongli or Zhongli’s personality. You were just so infatuated with trying to please Childe that you hadn’t noticed.

“So, what do you think?”

What did you think? You thought it was the most stupid, heart wrenching idea ever. You thought Childe was the worst person in the world for leading you on (even though deep down you knew he didn’t really lead you on) and you thought Childe should just go back to Snezhnaya.

“Great!” You said, plastering a fake smile on your face, “I’m happy for you.”

Childe gave your hand a squeeze and finally let go. Your own hand slithered back to your lap where you grasped angrily at the hem of your shirt.

You ordered the most expensive item on the menu.

***

You spent the next few weeks putting up a false identity. The day after your dinner with Childe, he followed through with his idea and started to date Zhongli. You hated to admit it, but they were the perfect couple. Childe helped bring Zhongli out of his reclusiveness and Zhongli helped Childe become a more mature person.

Since both men were still your friends, they wanted to continue their relationship with you. And you didn’t have the heart to tell them to leave you alone. Now that they were dating, it was always the three of you and you quickly grew to their third wheel.

Childe offered to do commissions with you and, of course, Zhongli came along and your usual table during lunch with Zhongli had to be changed so a third person could fit. It was fun at first since Zhongli and Childe were still getting comfortable with their new dynamic but once they discovered intimacy and physical touch, you had enough.

Not only did you have to suffer through not one but two one-sided crushes just to have them start dating each other, now you had to sit by and watch them practically drool all over each other. Instead of going out to lunch with the couple one day, you made up an excuse about work you needed to finish and collapsed in a chair in Hu Tao’s office once they had left.

The funeral director looked at you over a mound of paperwork, “You’re not going out today?”

“And watch Childe try feeding Zhongli for an hour? No thanks.”

You crossed your arms, annoyed, and fixed your sight on the ticking clock on the wall. Hu Tao shifted her small body so she was sitting on her desk facing you, her legs hanging off the side and her feet kicking the side of her desk.

“What happened?” She asked. At her question, you broke and told your boss everything. Hu Tao sat and listened, staring at you concerned while you ranted about how you were convinced the world was out to get you. When you finished your vent, Hu Tao had a mischievous look on her face, “You just need to find someone new.”

You were quick to roll your eyes, “Yeah, no.”

“Believe me, Y/N, getting a new partner would help get your mind off Zhongli and Childe.”

“And where am I supposed to just find someone to date out of the blue?”

“Are you doing anything after work?”

Knowing Hu Tao, you were more than nervous to see what she had up her sleeve. Nonetheless, you avoided Childe and Zhongli for the rest of the day and cautiously left with Hu Tao. You walked behind her in silence as she led you into Liyue Harbor and to a rather large townhouse. She opened the front door and you followed her inside, immediately being met with a bustling and loud environment.

A child ran by your legs and Hu Tao shouted something inaudible at them. She turned on her heel to you, “Sorry for the chaos. You’re okay with staying for dinner, right?”

You nodded your head, realizing it was probably foolish to say no to your boss (it’s not like you had plans anyways). Hu Tao beamed and clapped her hands together, practically dragging you to the kitchen and shoving you down on a barstool. Beside you sat a rather good-looking man and Hu Tao soon introduced him to you.

“Y/N, this is my older brother Jiang. Please find him well.”

So, this is what the director had in mind.

Jiang held out his hand to you politely and you shook it gently, formally introducing yourself to him. For the next few hours, you and Jiang got to know each other. You learned that he was Hu Tao’s eldest sibling and was a teacher in Liyue Harbor. He was around your age and had a very kind smile. By the end of the night, Jiang expressed his interest in you and asked you on a proper date. Hu Tao only smirked giddily behind the counter.

You and Jiang grew close quickly. Your time spent with him was refreshing and for once, you were finally able to get your mind off Childe and Zhongli. You still saw Zhongli (and sometimes Childe) at work but your relationship had already faltered enough to add awkwardness to your conversations. If Zhongli tried to stop you and talk to you about something other than work, you made up an excuse to scurry along. Despite your new relationship, thinking about Zhongli and Childe caused a familiar pain to appear in your chest.

One night you couldn’t leave fast enough and Zhongli caught your arm, “May I have a word with you?”

“Right now?” You asked, glancing at the clock for emphasis, “I really have to get going.”

“Please,” Zhongli said quietly, “Just for a moment.”

You sighed, knowing you didn’t have a valid excuse rolled up in your sleeve this time. You nodded your head and slipped your bag from your shoulder back onto the chair in front of you. Zhongli retracted his hand from your arm, instead deciding to loosely cross them across his chest.

“Have we done something wrong?” He asked.

“What are you talking about?”

“Childe and I have noticed your absence from our outings,” He explained, his tone remaining very flat, “We miss you.”

You wanted to scoff at him. You weren’t a part of their relationship, why did they miss you? “I’ve just been busy,” You said, “In fact, I started seeing someone.”

Zhongli’s expression at this statement was indescribable. It was as if he had a reaction but was trying to hide it behind tight lips. Even his usual bright eyes were unreadable. “I see,” He said simply. He paused for a moment before flashing you a cheeky, falsified smile, “I’d love to meet them. How about a double date this Saturday? We get off early then.”

You sent Zhongli a similar tight-lipped smirk, “We would love to. See you then.” And with that, you picked up your bag and rushed out of the funeral home, rubbing your temple. You had a bad feeling about this date.

***

Jiang picked you up for your double date at six. You couldn’t help but notice how ravishing he looked that night with his hair slicked back and expensive-looking clothes on his body. Upon further inspection, you could see the faint smudge of eyeliner lining his lashes. Gold jewelry adorned his neck and wrists and you could only assume Hu Tao spent hours making him look this good for you.

“Ready to go?” Jiang asked you, holding his arm out cheekily. You rolled your eyes and grinned, locking your front door and grabbing onto his arm.

You couldn’t shake that uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach but you didn’t let Jiang know. The last thing he needed was to hear about how the two men he was meeting tonight were former crushes of yours. To him, this double date was a simple outing between coworkers.

You were having dinner together at the Liyue Pavilion as per suggestion of Childe. You were worried about the price but Childe insisted that he would front the bill as always. Part of you missed having your meals constantly covered by the harbinger.

Jiang opened the door to the restaurant for you and you thanked him, slipping inside and spotting the two men you were meeting already at a table. Childe reached up to wave you over and you took Jiang’s arm in yours before heading over there.

“Childe, Zhongli,” You greeted your co-worker and friend, “This is Jiang, my boyfriend.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Jiang smiled, reaching his free hand out to Childe and Zhongli who both shook it cautiously. After introducing everyone, you sat down at the table and Childe handed you a menu to look over.

Jiang was being overtly sweet to you, touching your fingertips and leaning into your side. You accepted the gestures, even daring to lay your head against his shoulder while he talked to Zhongli about the cor lapis industry. From the corner of your eye, you watched Childe’s jaw clench and his grip on Zhongli’s arm tightened.

“So, tell us about yourself,” Childe asked Jiang, his tone sharp. Jiang, sweet Jiang, only beamed and sat straighter in his chair, “Zhongli tells me your Hu Tao’s brother, correct?”

“Right! She’s my younger sister,” Jiang shook his head and chuckled softly to himself, “And I teach literature at the Liyue Xueyuan.”

“A teacher?” Childe nearly scoffs, “I suppose that’s why you live with your younger sister.”

Jiang seemed taken aback by this comment but tried to play it off by laughing. You felt a pang in your chest and shot Childe a nasty glare for his unnecessary comment but were only met with his sharp eyes. You swore you could see jealousy swimming in them.

“Now, now,” Zhongli interrupted, “Not everyone is as magnificent as you, Childe. No need to make others feel bad.”

You felt Jiang’s body tense and his eyes averted down to his lap for a moment. “Don’t listen to them,” You told him, “They’re just trying to be funny.”

“I would never dream of humoring you about that,” Zhongli replied to you, “I’m just pointing out the obvious. Aren’t we getting to know each other?”

At that moment, you knew exactly what Childe and Zhongli were doing. You noticed the way they were looking admirably at you and shooting daggers at your date. They were clearly trying to badtalk him and make Jiang seem undesirable in your eyes. Only you couldn’t seem to understand why. Shouldn’t they be happy that you finally found someone to potentially settle down with?

One more backhanded comment was thrown in Jiang’s direction and suddenly your partner stood up from the table. The expression on his face was heart-wrenching, “I’m going to use the restroom.” With that, Jiang hurried away from the table leaving you alone with both men.

“What the fuck is wrong with you two?” You snapped, angrily waving your hands around.

“What do you mean?” Childe asked, batting his eyelashes at you in the most painstakingly annoying way ever. Your eyes narrowed and after finding his foot under the table, you stomped on it hard. Childe cursed and crossed his arms, looking down.

Zhongli, understanding Childe was being too immature, spoke up, “You shouldn’t be with him.”

You wanted to tear your hair out, “Who do you think you are to dictate who I can and can’t date?” Your voice was rising but you didn’t care, your frustration jumping out. “Never once have I meddled with your relationship but you think you can with mine?”

“You should be with us.”

Zhongli’s words made you freeze. Was this some sick joke? You wrecked your brain for an incident you caused in the past few months for them to be pranking you like this but you couldn’t think of a single one. Childe reached across the table to grasp your hands and you were still too in shock to pull them away.

“We love you, Y/N, and we should have told you sooner,” Childe says.

You shake your head, “I’m dreaming.”

“You’re not,” Zhongli says, placing his hands over yours and Childe’s, “Please say you’ll be ours.”

Finally, you took a deep breath and looked straight ahead. Zhongli and Childe looked at you with pleading eyes and you felt a rush of emotions explode inside of you. Both of your former crushes were confessing their love to you, asking you to be a part of their relationship. Never once had the thought of a polyamorous relationship crossed your mind but you certainly weren’t opposed to it.

“Okay,” You breathed out, “I will.”

***

Breaking the news to Jiang when he returned back to the table was hard. He was already fragile from being berated before and now you were breaking up with him. You knew you were going to earn an earful from Hu Tao on Monday but you decided to worry about that when the time came.

You had asked Jiang to step aside and in the simplest of terms, you tried to explain the situation.

“So, you’re breaking up with me to date both of them?” He asked in disbelief, running a hand through his hair. His voice was filled with cracks and you wish it didn’t have to be like this. Truthfully, he didn’t understand. How could you be with two people at the same time? “Is this a sex thing? Because I can try harder if that’s-”

“No!” You interrupted, “It’s not, I promise. My heart is just split down the middle for them.”

Jiang sighed again. He may never fully understand your relationship but he appreciated you telling him now rather than later. You offered to walk Jiang home but the man decided he needed some time alone - you didn’t blame him. You wanted to ask Jiang if you could remain friends but the words weren’t coming out of your throat. You watched as Jiang took one last look at you, then the two men at the table, before solemnly walking away and out of the restaurant.

You returned to your new partners and finished your dinner. Slowly, your mood was elevated again but the natural ache of your heartbreak lingered.

“Spend the night with us,” Childe says sweetly after paying the check, “We can help you feel better.”

The feeling of both men on either side of you felt foreign but comforting. You nodded to Childe’s request and Zhongli led the three of you back to his apartment. The next few moments were a blur and when you came to, you were being laid on a soft bed. Childe slid next to you and your arm instinctively wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, while Zhongli hovered above you. His warm eyes gazed into yours and you decided you could get used to this.

This new love was unique and plentiful as long as the three of you were on the same page, that’s all that mattered.

a/n: sorry this took so long! as you can see, it came out v long lmfao. requests are still open <3

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They get hit by a quirk that makes them live their greatest fear headcanons

Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Mirio Togata, Shota Aizawa x GenderNeutral!Reader

Warnings: Angst (Fluff ending), cursing, mentions of cheating, mentions of death, vague mentions of PTSD (Bakugou)

Part 2: Hawks

Izuku Midoriya

He’s a nuisance to you

Izuku was running out of the dorms to get to class, but on his way there he bumped into another student

Izuku saw the world go dark, but to the student he froze for a moment with a glazed look in his eyes

The kid mumbled to himself, “oh shit,” and ran off, realizing what he’d done

Izuku’s sight came back, but the world seemed to be stuck in an eternal night

He looked around confused since he thought it was morning, but when he looked in front of him again, you were there with your back turned

“(Y/n)? When did you get here?” He reached a hand out to grab your attention

But when his palm touched your shoulder you recoiled from his touch and walked forward a couple steps, fists at your sides

“Y/n?” He squeaked out, worried that he upset you

“Just shut up!” You spun around with a look of annoyance on your face

“W-what-”

“You’re so goddamn annoying!” You yelled at him

“I-I-” Izuku wanted to defend himself, but he was in such a state of shock from your outburst

“You talk too much, you mumble all the time, you obsess over All Might like he’s some god!” You started to rant as you took threatening steps towards him

He stumbled back when you got close to him, tears welling up in his eyes as you got dangerously close to his face

“And the crying! You’re such a cry baby! It’s so weak- you’re so weak!”

That was all it took as the tears fell down his face as he sobbed from your cruel words

“That’s right! Cry! Because that’s all you know how to do!” You yelled down at him as he fell to the ground on his knees

He was hunched over, sobbing out apologizes, and begging you to stop

“Tch, you’re not even worth it, I don’t wanna date a loser like you.” You crouched and glared down at him

“N-no, please! I-I’ll be better! I-I’ll change!” He wailed and begged as he looked into your cold gaze

“Izuku,” you growled out and placed your hands on his shoulders

You shook him as he continued to cry

“Izuku!”

He closed his eyes at the hateful tone in your voice and bawled. “S-stop! I-I-I’m sorry!” He held his face in his hands

“Izuku!” Your tone changed drastically. It was filled with care and worry

His head jerked up at the change and noticed how bright it was, it was morning again

He brought his tearful gaze to look at you and the expression on your face was different

Your brows were knitted in worry and your eyes were glossy as tears brimmed at the edges from seeing him cry

“Izuku, what happened?” You brought your hands up to his cheeks to wipe away the tears

He hiccuped, still fearful that this was all some trick so you could yell at him again “I-I’m sorry!” he wailed as he tried to pry away from your touch

“Why are you sorry? You haven’t done anything!” You fretted

Izuku’s eyes held confusion in them as he stared at you. “W-what?”

“I came out here and saw you crying on the ground,” You explained

He could feel how different this was and could see how genuinely worried you looked

Izuku sniffled as he rested his hands over yours, finally finding some peace. “I-it was dark and you were there-” he hiccuped once, “a-and you were saying these things about m-me and-and-and-” he cut himself off as he sobbed again at the memory

You brought him in for a tight hug as he cried into your shirt while you rubbed his back soothingly

“Whatever it was, it wasn’t real, and that wasn’t me,” you confirmed and gave him a squeeze

He eventually stopped crying and pulled away to wipe his messy face

Then, he explained in full detail of what happened and got choked up whenever he repeated the awful words you said

You stared at him in worry of why he would have a hallucination like that, did he really think that you would think that of him?

“Do you remember anything before that?” You asked gently as you placed a hand on his shoulder to steady him

“I-I ran into another student,” he explained, “that’s when it started,”

“Maybe it was some type of fear quirk?” You guessed

“M-maybe...” He sniffled one last time before getting up and then offered a hand to help you up

When you both stood, you pulled him in another tight hug and he returned it this time, squeezing you tight

“I’ve never thought those things of you, Izu,” his heart warmed at the nickname. “I love how passionate you are when you speak, I think it’s adorable when you mumble to yourself, and I admire how much you look up to All Might!” You replaced the terrible phrases fake you said with kinder ones, all the while you placed kisses all over his face which brought a smile to it

“I love you, Izu, don’t you ever doubt that.” You ended with a kiss on his lips

Katsuki Bakugou

You stop loving him

Katsuki was heading back to his dorm when some extra bumped into him

His vision went black before he barked at the kid

“Hey, watch it, extra-” He turned to glare at the kid, but saw he wasn’t there, instead it was night which confused the hell out of him

He knew it was late, but didn’t expect it to be dark already

He quickly made his way into the dorm, fearing it was another villain attack

When he walked in he didn’t see anyone lounging in the common room like usual

It was also eerily quiet, which only worsened his fear, but of course he didn’t let it show

He took one last quizzical look around before trudging up the stairs to his room

He sighed as he closed the door, happy to be in a relatively safe area

He made his way to the bathroom to ready himself for bed and when he walked back out he saw you sitting on his bed

“When’d you get in, dumbass?” He said in a normal tone

“We need to talk,” was all you said, your gaze directed to your hands that sat in your lap

“About what?” He chided as he walked over to his closet to change, thinking that whatever it was it wasn’t worth getting upset about

“I’m breaking up with you.”

Katsuki froze as his eyes widened

He watched as you lifted your head to look at him

Your expression was neutral, it held no remorse or sorrow for the words you said

It felt like a golf ball was stuck in his throat as he stared at you, but he managed to growl out, “what the hell do you mean you’re breaking up with me?”

“I don’t wanna be with you anymore.”

“Why the hell not?!” He raised his voice, getting angry now at your lack of explanation. “If you’re gonna break it off, you at least owe me a damn reason!”

“I don’t owe you anything.” You sneered, the first look of emotion you gave him tonight

His aura was threatening as he walked over to tower over you

“You’re not going anywhere until you tell me why.” He growled lowly, intimidating you, but you look unphased, you just scowled at him

You stood up, making him take a few steps back as you glared at him. “You can’t make me do shit.”

You turned from him to walk out, but he wrapped his arms around your torso and trapped your arms in the embrace as well

“Let me go!” You yelled as you kicked your legs

“NOT UNTIL YOU TELL ME WHY, DUMBASS!” He yelled back

He couldn’t believe you were acting this way, he didn’t believe anything you said. Were you putting up an act because someone threatened you? Did the villains threaten your life and his if you didn’t cut yourself off from him?

“BECAUSE I DON’T LOVE YOU ANYMORE!”

Katsuki felt a harsh pull on his heart and released you as he fell back onto his rear

You didn’t love him?

You turned on your heels and glared down at him. “I hate you!” You dug the nail in harder. “I hate how you yell! I hate how the only emotion you know is anger! I hate everything about you!”

His lip quivered at hearing those words. He knew he was rougher than most, but you always reassured him that you knew him well enough to see past it

“Y-you don’t mean that,” he tried to sound like he believed those words, but from the way his voice wavered proved otherwise

“I do.” You crossed your arms as you continued to glare down at him. “It’s like you don’t even love me and I‘m tired of it!” You turned away and grabbed the door handle, turning it to open

“NO!” He reached his hand out before roughly slamming his forehead on the ground in a bow. “I’ll change! I promise! I’ll be a better boyfriend!” He begged as tears welled in his eyes. “I’ll stop yelling! I’ll make you food everyday! I’ll start holding your hand on the way to class! I’ll kiss you more! Just please don’t leave me!” He wailed as the tears flowed down his face and onto the floor

“Suki?” You said quietly

He jerked his head up at hearing his nickname, making him hopeful that you believed the promises he made

He noticed your confused expression and mirrored it as he took in how different his surroundings looked

The room had an orange hue to it now and was no longer dark, he turned his head to look out the balcony and saw that the sun was starting to set

He jerked his head back around at feeling your hands against his face, wiping away his tears

“Suki, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” You said worriedly, having never seen him cry before

He just stared at you with a stunned expression before more tears fell as he remembered his vows

“Please don’t leave me!” He begged as he gripped your shoulders tight

“Why would I leave you? Did you kill someone? I can help you hide the body,” You jested to ease the tension as you kept wiping away his tears

But his lip still quivered as he stared at you with pleading eyes. The air felt different now, it felt like something changed and he gingerly placed his hands on your cheeks

“Do you still love me?” His voice cracked

You stared at him with concern before giving him a firm look. “Of course I love you, I never stopped!”

He let out a sigh of relief and pulled you into his lap for a tight hug

He surmised in his head that everything he saw was fake and the (Y/n) in front of him was the real you

His heart slowed down and he felt calm finally as he let out another sigh

“So, what was that about?” You asked, tilting your head up at him

“I’ll tell you later, I just wanna hold you right now,” he pressed his cheek against the top of your head and gave you a firm squeeze

A few moments of silence went by before you spoke again

“Will you really make me food everyday?” You teased

“Tch,” he scoffed at your question, but remained in the same position, only holding you tighter. “Of course I will, dumbass.”

Mirio Togata

He couldn’t save you

Mirio had a smile on his face as he walked down the hallway to meet you at your class

But as he turned a corner, someone bumped into him

He froze for a second as his mind went blank before finally speaking

“Oops, sorry, I should watch where I’m going,” he laughed, but then realized no one was there

And then looked around more to see all the students had disappeared

The lights were out too, so the setting was dark and creepy to him

His first thought was to go check on you to see if you were safe, but felt himself be held back

He turned his head around to find the culprit and saw Overhaul gripping his arm

Mirio’s blood ran cold at seeing the villain was loose

He threw a punch at him and he fell back onto the floor

Mirio took this chance to run before being stopped again by another Overhaul in front of him, his hands pushed against his chest to stop him from continuing forward

Mirio pushed him back and he fell to the floor too like the other

He turned around to take a different direction to your class before he saw your body laying in the middle of the hallway

With blood around it

You were facing away from him, so he couldn’t see your face, but he noticed you weren’t breathing

His heartrate sped up at the possibility of you being dead and as he took a single step forward, Overhaul morphed from a shadow to hover over your form

Mirio didn’t know how he was doing all this, but all he could think about was saving you

He ran at the villain as he shouted. “You bastard!”

He punched him once again and he flew across the hall lying on the floor like the other one

Mirio knelt beside your form and gingerly picked you up

Tears welled in his eyes as he saw how lifeless your eyes were, a trail of blood left your lips

Your body was cold against his warm hands and he hated it

He wasn’t thinking rationally as he held you close to warm you back up

“Y/n...” He croaked out, the tears falling down his face now

“Y-you can’t be dead.” His shoulders shook as he held your head against his neck. “You can’t be dead!” He shouted

His eyes closed as he cried into your neck while he squished your body against him

“I failed,” he sobbed. “I couldn’t save you.”

“Mirio...” he heard your voice speak against his ear

“(Y/n)!” He gasped in shock and opened his eyes

He quickly noticed how your body disappeared and it was bright again

Mirio looked up and saw you crouched in front of him with your hands on his shoulders, a concerned look on your face. “Miri, are you okay?”

He let out a broken sob as he wrapped his arms around your neck and pulled you into him. “You’re alive!” He wailed

“Of course, I am, it was just some quirk, none of it was real!” You explained and hugged him back

Mirio looked around the hallway, trying to find the multiple Overhauls, but instead saw students circling around him, they had scared looks on their faces and he noticed a student being helped up from the ground with blood coming out of his nose. Another student had a bruise forming on his face

“D-did I do that?” He stuttered out as he pulled back to look at you

“I just got here, but from what everyone’s telling me, yeah,” You answered

“Oh,” he looked down. “Sorry.”

“Hey, don’t apologize, it was some weird fear quirk, you were just seeing things,” You pulled away from him to help him up. “Let’s just go back to your dorm, we can cuddle and talk about it if you want,”

You wrapped an arm around his and rested your other hand against his forearm, leaning into him reassuringly

He sniffled one last time and smiled. “Yeah, I’d like that,” he leaned over and kissed you deeply

Shota Aizawa

You’re cheating on him

Aizawa struggled with the door knob as he jammed the keys inside, wanting to just fall onto your lap and sleep

He had bumped into someone on his way home and the mood around him shifted

Everything felt darker than usual, especially with it already being night

He pushed open the door finally and stumbled when his foot caught on something

It was a boot

Not one of his

And not one of yours

He looked closer and saw a similar boot nearby and then noticed clothes strewn across the floor that led to the bedroom

He recognized a few items as yours, but the other stuff didn’t look like anything you’d wear, they looked too big for you

Aizawa felt a heavy pit in the bottom of his stomach, he felt sick as he thought more on the extra clothes

It clicked in his head that you were cheating on him

He felt rage as he slammed the door shut, the noise surely woke you and your side piece

He stomped his way to your bedroom and swung the door open

He only saw you lying in bed, but more clothes were every where, and none of them were his

A pain surged through his heart seeing these foreign clothes

“Shota?” He heard your voice from your shared bed

Your head rose and you gave him a tired look

The anger he felt washed away once he saw you. No matter how angry he got he could never be mad at you

“Why’d you do it?” His hair covered his eyes

“What?” You said groggily, still trying to process waking up

“Am I not enough?” He asked

“What’re you talking about?” You sat up more more as you stared at him, the blanket fell slightly, and he saw that you weren’t wearing a top

His lip twitched in annoyance. “Could you not act like I don’t see the clothes everywhere?”

“Can’t believe the dumbass left his clothes,” you chided, mostly to yourself as you tried to keep the blanket up to cover your top half

Okay, now it really hurt that you acknowledged it

His hands balled into fists at his sides as he glared at the floor

“Why?” he walked closer to you

“You’re never here,” You answered and scowled at the wall in front of you as you leaned against the headboard, crossing your arms

Now that he was closer, he saw the hickies that littered your neck and collarbone

Another pain flashed in his heart at seeing someone else had marked you

“You knew what my schedule was like before we dated,” he gritted his teeth. “You said you didn’t care, as long as I came home to you.”

“Yeah, well, I changed my mind, I have a right to do that,” You grumbled back, still not looking at him

“So, you don’t want to be with me anymore?” He finally asked

“I don’t want to be with you anymore.” You confirmed

Aizawa fell to his knees in defeat

Tears welled up in his eyes as he stared blankly at the floor

“I’m sorry,” his voice cracked slightly

“Shota?” You questioned in a light and airy tone, a tone you used often with him to put him at ease

He lifted his head to look at you and saw you standing above him

You were wearing pajamas, the love bites on your neck were gone, and you had a look of concern on your face

He felt the air change again, he could breath easier now, he noticed, and seeing you in clothes and unmarked brought some hope to him that you were still his

He also noticed that all the clothes disappeared, the floor was clean

“Shota?” You spoke again and sat in front of him, holding his hands. “Can you hear me?”

He stared at you confused. “Of course I can hear you,”

You let out a sigh of relief and tackled him in a hug, causing both of you to fall over

“I was so worried! I kept talking to you, but it’s like you were having some one-sided conversation!” You hugged him tight and pressed your face into his neck

“So none of that happened?” He said aloud

What happened? What did you see?” You raised your head to look down at him

“I thought you were cheating on me,” he said and brushed his hand near your neck. “You had hickies all over you.”

“I would never cheat on you!” You shook him slightly as you were insulted at the thought

“I know, I know,” he put his hand over yours to reassure you. “I know you wouldn’t, I just have doubts about myself sometimes and I feel like you have them too.”

“Never!” You shook your head and pressed a kiss to his lips to which he gladly returned. “I love you, Shota, and I don’t care about your schedule,” you wrapped your arms around him again, “just keep coming home to me.”

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azucarian · 3 years

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Second part to my idea of how Tokyo Revengers could possibly end (First part here)

MANGA SPOILERS(?)

TR ; mental illness, major character death

A world without Hanagaki Takemichi felt unnaturally bland - anyone would admit. It had only been days since he passed away and yet the impact of his death was so blatantly apparent.

Mikey and Draken had explained to each of their friends that Takemichi had passed away - but, by far, the worst reactions came from Hinata and Chifuyu. The moment the news slipped from their lips, Hinata asked them if they were joking and, if they were, it wasn’t funny. Neither knew how to react, and averting their gazes. Chifuyu just broke down into silent sobs - he could tell instantly by their pale complexions and the dark eyebags under Draken’s usually clear eyes.

Mikey whispered apologies, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry - I couldn’t save him, I didn’t save him— ” Hinata didn’t let him finish and simply cried, realising the severity - her boyfriend, her happiness, was dead. She embraced Mikey, and he held her tightly in turn.

The funeral caused agony for everyone involved - especially as Takemichi's mother collapsed to her knees, screaming "my baby" through her tears. As a mother, she felt as if she had failed - and no one would be able to convince her otherwise. Hinata approached the casket, hardly holding it together - but her hands shook as they pressed themselves against the wooden structure holding her late boyfriend.

“Come on, Takemichi... Now’s the time to tell me you’re joking—” Those words broke everyone else into an endless stream of wailing, tears and regrets.

I feel as if Hinata would never truly get over his death - especially considering she still loved him twelve years into the future. She would likely be placed on medication, or be consistently seeing a therapist, due to her claiming that she had “gone on days out” with Takemichi (which was obviously impossible).

Mikey would become Hinata’s support - he felt as if he owed that much to Takemichi. He would do an all-round trip to everyone’s graves every week - first to Shinichiro, then to Emma, then a small visit to Izana’s, then to Baji’s.

Then he’d finally sit down for a few hours to tell Takemichi about his week. How much he misses him “I wish you could see how everyone was doing, Takemitchy— We all miss you like crazy. Mitsuya made you this memorial blanket, look—” And he’d show the sewn fabric to the grave. There would likely be with something cheesy like ‘Toman’s Little Hero’ or ‘Crybaby Hero’ on the front, or stitched into the corner. Mikey would definitely be in tears by the end of it, blurting his regrets - and it always made him feel better (it made him believe that Takemichi was comforting him, even beyond the grave).

Chifuyu would always make it a habit to visit his grave weekly too - and (in the future), occasionally, he was joined by Kazutora (especially on days where the pet store was closed). He’d always bring a new puppy or kitten along, because he knew Takemichi would appreciate it if he knew. Kazutora always paid his sincerest respects, bowing so deeply that anyone would think he would break his back - he may not have known Takemichi very well, like, at all, but he was the boy who tried to save Baji from his bad mistakes. Kazutora could only hope they were looking after each other in the afterlife. Chifuyu would always light incense on his grave, and place his favourite snacks - jokingly saying how Takemichi couldn’t steal his food anymore. He’s another one who would cry, probably because of his own poorly timed jokes - but it was how he coped and no one judged him for it.

After the incident, Draken found it difficult to not scrub his hands raw - the staining feeling of his friends blood on his hands haunted him for the longest time (he only stopped when Mikey made him promise to, because Takemichi would feel upset knowing Draken was hurting himself). He didn't visit the cemetery often but, when he did, he came sporting a bunch of flowers and a few gag gifts (he wasn't great at gift giving, so he opted to be funny instead) "You're probably sitting up there worrying your ass off about us— Give it a rest already," although his words were harsh, a smile was on his face the entire time. He whole heartedly believed Takemichi was probably panicking and bothering Emma and Baji in the afterlife (if there was one, he wasn't too sure). He wouldn't cry, and he wouldn't rant - he'd just run his hand along the grave stone before he left with a "I'll see you later, Takemitchy". He didn't know how to appropriately express his sadness.

Mitsuya would always join Hakkai and Yuzuha on their trips to visit Takemichi's grave - mainly because Hakkai couldn't stand visiting alone. It hurt him to much to see his hero no longer living alongside them. The blonde had done a lot for Hakkai and his sister - but neither of them could escape that loneliness that came with his sudden death. The trio always sit and have a natural conversation and, occasionally, Mitsuya would pipe up with a "They're idiots, ain't they, Takemitchy?" in an attempt to involve him in their chatters. Oddly enough, Mitsuya always found himself sewing extra clothes - during the winter he'd bring a sweater to Takemichi's grave as a gift (although he was aware he couldn't never wear it) and always jokingly tell the tombstone how atrocious his fashion sense was "You dressed like a four year old had picked your outfit— Hell, even a four year old could dress better!". Hakkai and Yuzuha would always bring little trinkets that they found in the local markets - tiny figurines, poker cards, etc.

Other old members of Toman try as often as possible to visit the grave and offer their condolences - Smiley and Angry visit it together, despite not being overly close to the boy; they appreciated him and his loyalty to Toman and his friends. Pah-chin and Peh-yan visit with Pah's wife, bowing deeply and leaving cecelias on his grave before leaving. Inui occasionally asks Koko to visit with him but, when he's alone, he just quietly talks - knitting stupid scarves and wrapping them around his grave when he was finished (he was already used to grieving, especially after Akane).

Every year, on Takemichi's birthday, everyone gathers together for a celebration - over the years they've learned that, instead of remembering him for his death, they should honor his memory through celebrating his life. Everyone would get drunk, someone would cry, and many adoring speeches were made - a picture of sixteen year old Takemichi Hanagaki would be on the table, a drink poured for him as a sign of respect. As life continued, the ex-gang members started having families - and they all spoke highly of the blonde who had improved their lives. Their children adored Takemichi and his insane stories, inspiring them to be as courageous - even when they're scared.

Although he was no longer with them, he remained as a sacred memory to each of them - and they were sure he was happy with that ending.

FIN

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favefandomimagines · 3 years

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Couples Therapy (b.b.)

Summary: Dr. Raynor decides to bring you in to Bucky’s therapy session to resolve some of the deep rooted issues the two of you had

AN: i love bucky with my whole heart but sad/angry bucky is such good fic fuel and i lowkey was inspired by a tiktok i saw but i can’t remember the creator

You and Bucky had a complicated history. And that was putting it rather lightly. Steve had recruited you and Natasha to track down the Winter Solider before realizing it was Bucky.

And not only was HYDRA wanting to wipe out Steve, they needed you gone too. You were the only obvious threat to not only HYDRA, but to their asset as well. Your powers were something from a different universe to them and if they couldn’t have you as a weapon, you needed to be stopped.

Bucky had tried to kill you on multiple occasions while he was still under HYDRA’s mind control. It wasn’t until you and Steve found him in Bucharest did you get to see just how broken the man really was.

You helped him get to Wakanda rather than being thrown in an American prison. T’Challa asked you to stay, to give Bucky a sense of familiarity while in Wakanda. You were there when he came out of cryo and you helped him navigate a seemingly normal life.

After everything that had happened to the two of you, you wanted to break down the walls he had built up over so long and he actually let you. An actual relationship had developed between the two of you when everything was simple. He told you how grateful he was for you, how he didn’t know if he could fully recover if you weren’t there to help him.

But it all went to hell very quickly. It seemed he wanted nothing to do with you after a few months of sharing an apartment together, trying to start over. You tried and made an effort to see if he wanted or needed help, but you received nothing but low grumbles and head shakes.

It was hard to accept the fact that the man you were in love with, wanted to basically cut you out of his life. It hurt you more than you thought it would, so you stopped trying.

Bucky expected to get another text from you one morning after you got to work, and that text never came. Later in the evening, just before 9:00, you would usually make him a cup of tea to calm his nerves. That cup of tea was also absent from Bucky’s evening routine.

You even stopped leaving food on the counter when you knew he was very prone to skipping breakfast in the morning.

Dr. Raynor, Bucky’s therapist, noticed a change in his behavior. He was more irritable than before and the sound of your name made him tense up.

“James, what’s going on with Y/N?” She asked. “What do you mean?” He asked before clenching his jaw. “I mean, how come every time we talk about her you get upset?” She questioned. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Bucky said.

“Alright, we’re going to try something.” Dr. Raynor said, standing up from her chair. She opened the door to her office and gestured to someone in the waiting room.

When she came back, you followed behind her, which caused Bucky to sit up straight. “Y-Y/N? What are you doing here?” He asked. “Dr. Raynor asked me to come.” You answered, avoiding looking at him directly.

You sat down at the very end of the couch, but even then it felt like you were too close.

“What seems to be going on with the two of you?” Dr. Raynor questioned. “Nothing, we’re fine.” Bucky answered. You scoffed and rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. “Y/N?” She asked.

You were quiet for a moment, feeling Bucky’s eyes practically burning a hole in the side of your head. But he wasn’t communicating with you anymore. When you tried to talk to him, he brushed you off. Now, he was forced to listen to you.

“We are far from fine.” You said. “Elaborate, please, Y/N.” Dr. Raynor said. “Ever since we came back from the blip we haven’t been the same. He doesn’t talk to me, we barely have a meal together and if we do it’s in complete silence.” You explained. “Y/N, that’s not true.” Bucky replied.

“James, let her talk.” Dr. Raynor told him. “I understand what he’s going through. Spending years of your life as another person is obviously going to change you but we don’t speak. We live together, in the same apartment, and yet this is the most we’ve talked in weeks.” You said.

“You never start the conversation, that’s why.” Bucky commented. You turned to look at him, giving him the most incredulous look. “I have, James. You push me away. I can’t keep doing this, how the hell do you expect me to keep loving you if you won’t love me back?” You snapped, eyes welling up with tears.

The room fell into a tension filled silence before you stood up. “I think I should go. Thank you, Dr. Raynor.” You said, head down trying to keep your composure.

You walked out of the room and kept in your feelings until you get to your car. Letting out all of the frustration, anger and sadness as you hit your steering wheel a few times. That was no doubt going to cause your hand to bruise but in that moment you didn’t care.

Bucky returned home shortly after Dr. Raynor had ended the session for the day and you had not arrived. All of your belongings were still there, which was a good sign. You hadn’t left him just yet and maybe there was time for him to fix things.

It was around 9:00 that evening and you still hadn’t returned home. Bucky’s mind went to the worst case scenario as to where you would be. Did you get hurt? Did you actually leave without getting your stuff? Were you with someone else?

He continued pacing the floor when he heard the front door unlock. Bucky watched you walk in the door and stopped in the middle of the living room.

“Where have you been? It’s been hours, I thought something bad happened to you.” He scolded you. “Oh so now you care?” You commented. “Can we talk? About what happened today?” He asked.

You placed your keys on the counter as you sighed and ran your hand through your hair. It was then Bucky saw the red and slightly blue marks on your hand. “What happened?” He asked urgently.

“I hit my steering wheel because I’m so frustrated with you and whatever we are.” You snapped. Bucky sighed lightly and you expected him to brush you off again. “No, Bucky, you are going to listen to me and you are going to talk to me. This relationship is as one sided as it gets and I’m sick of it. I’m tired of having to make you love me, it shouldn’t be like that. We should be each other’s constants, not wanting to get away from each other. If you don’t want to be with me anymore, just say it.” You ranted.

“I do want to be with you, Y/N. You’re the only thing that makes sense to me anymore. I don’t have an excuse for pushing you away. I’m struggling trying to get back to normal and make amends. I’m so sorry, doll. I never meant to hurt you.” Bucky said.

You looked at him in a stunned silence, deciding what would be best for the two of you. You wanted to be with Bucky, you loved him but you couldn’t be in a relationship where there was no communication.

“Then you need to talk to me, Buck. We can’t keep going on like this. It’s not okay.” You said. “I will. Whenever there is something bothering me, I will tell you. I will listen to you, I won’t brush you off because I don’t feel like having the conversation. I promise I can fix this.” He said.

You looked at him for a moment, trying to find any sign of an empty promise but you couldn’t see any sign of one.

“Okay, if we can do that, we will be okay.” You said. “Good because I can’t do this without you.” Bucky. said quietly. You gave him a warm smile before he walked closer to you and pulled you tightly into him. “I’m sorry, doll.” He whispered. “It’s okay.” You whispered back.

Bucky pressed a light kiss on the top of your head as he just held on to you.

#imagine #marvel imagine #marvel #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #Bucky Barnes #Steve Rogers #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan

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tendous-socks · 3 years

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TOKYO REVENGERS HEADCANONS OF ME BEING NON BINARY / REACTING TO SOMEONE BEING NON BINARY

tw: ⚠️⚠️kisaki⚠️⚠️ and manga spoilers, mentions of death, transphobia,

would misgender and dead-name me

1.kisaki.

must i need an explanation?😐

2. shion

“ what’re you gonna do about it?? HUH?? WHAT’RE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT ???”

actively looks for a fight

… if y’all are in a relationship he’d still call you his “girl” but beats people up for doing so….

3. mucho

i get the vibes that he’s traditional

would silently stare in judgment

4. mochi

he just doesn’t care clslfkxkslk

thinks it’s weird

“ nor/mal”

7. rindou..

“you either have a pen or a vag. “

8.ran

“interesting”

*continues dead naming me*

9. KOKO

he would be nicer about it when he’s in toman due to inui… but once they’re separated- an ABSOLUTE MEANCE

… reluctantly apart of the protection squad with inui ( enjoys beating people up tho)

10. bontent mikey

… he’s just so tired and doesn’t really care ) that is if you’re not close with him… but then again how close can you really get?)

11. ) PAH CHIN

AND ONLY BECAUSE HE WAS IGNORANT AND HIS FATHER DIDN BELIEVE IN THAT STUFF AND HE DIDNT KNOW BUT THEN ( if y’all are close ) HE’D FEEL BAD AND AFTER YOU EXPLAINED IT TO HIM HE TOLD PEH CHIN TOO AND WERE SURPRISINGLY SUPPORTIVE

but if y’all ain’t close he would slowly get the hint… this is canon.

because i said so-

11. sanzu…

he’s quietly judging you

EDIT

SOMEONE SAID SANZU WOULD USE ANY PRONOUNS AND I REALLY LIKE THAT HC-

SO SANZU WOULD PROBABLY JUST ‘ SILENTLY JUDGE YOU’ SO OTHERS DONT CATCH ON MHMHM

12. akashi

traditional- plus it was a different era for him growing up so…

(would glare at someone if he really did see you getting emotionally distressed)

13. smiley

“ that’s one of the most stupidest shit ive ever fucking heard 😁”

.🙁

“ you either have tits or a dick “

.☹️

but would beat people up if you get SUPER upset ( call it his protect instincts with angry, but would send people to the hospital)

14. taiju

“ i wanna church girl who goes to church and reads her bible “

would spit at me

- WHO WOULD BEAT SOMEONE UP FOR DEAD-NAMING / MISGENDERING

1. PAH CHIN AND PEH YAN

THEYRE ABSOLUTE MENACES TO SOCIETY IF SOMEONE CALLS YOU A GIRL / BOY

head canon : during tenjiku you were there and had to adjust your transtape cause it was coming lose 🙄

which is literally the most annoying thing in the world-

and shion saw you.

he came up and was like “ HUH WHAT’VE WE GOT HERE?? A GIRL PRETENDING TO BE A G-“

couldn’t even finish his sentence with how fast peh chin clocked his ass 🤭

( peh yan supremacy)

2. my main man takemichy

no explanation needed ( maybe deadnamed you only once cause he didn’t know)

3. inui cause i said so

5. BAJI BAJI

BAJI WOULD ALMOST KILL A DUDE FOR CALLING YOU YOUR DEAD NAME

i KNOW mama baji raised him right ✋🙄

almost clocked chifuyu when you told him about your first encounter kcksldofospdoco

almost clocked your mom when she said “you got it girlfriend”

she was confused when she saw you desperately trying to prevent the next criminal minds episode

best listener for body dystrophia fight me 🙉❤️

6. senju

*comes out*

“..oh okay! anyways as i was saying [preferred name] “

would need some gentle reminders only once or twice cause i will say it does take a bit of time for people to get used to it and there are always a few slip ups

tells akashi about your pronouns ( ONLY WITH YOUR CONSENT OFC)

( promises to try and be more girly if he calls you by them and your preferred name)

she wants you to go into more details about what you’re feeling cause she’s genuinely very interested about everything and she wants to know more about you.

7. emma 😻 vv supportive 🙌🙌

*sicks mikey and draken out on anyone who hurts your feelings

“you know [blah blah blah] from history?”

“of course yeah “

“yeah he ended up calling me slur during class- what’re you doing?”

*emma pulling out her phone

“hm? oh nothing don’t worry about it”

gave more insight about it to draken and mikey

8. HINA

YALL SAW HOW SHE SLAPPED MIKEY-

THIS GIRL WOULD D R A G A BITCH BY THEIR HAIR IF SHE SAW THEM BULLYING YOU

the one of correct takemichy

9. yuzuha

hina but 10x worse

trips transphobes for shit and giggles 🤪🤞

i like to think that the girls (all 4) would just all stare down a girl who was shit talking you and just pick her apart mercilessly ( a little ooc but this is my head canons so they can be whatever i say they are)

ones idk about

1. mikey

he knows that you can handle yourself so he lets you correct people.

sometimes he’ll jump in and correct them instead for one of two reasons.

1. he felt like it

2. they kept calling you your dead name and misgendering you EVEN THOUGH you already corrected them

but if the person ACTIVELY does that and says some… not so fruity things. he’ll send em to the hospital and end up on life support 😌☝️

like dom tertto, he cares about his family. and toman is his family, and you’re in toman ( not THAT kind of y/n way 🙄 )

“ BE WHO YOU AREE🌈🌈🌈🌈🤪🤞🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈”

1. draken

… listen… idk why, but i just don’t SEE him beating people up for misgendering me… well okay i kinda see it,

but he’d be like, “ i don’t understand what you’re going through, but i support you and if you want to talk about it i’m here”

wants to try and understand so like i said before, he lets you rant about what you’re feeling

would let you handle your own battles cause your strong enough to

a true king 😎🙌

does in fact throw punches when it gets REALLY BAD

2. angry

… idk h o w empathic he is and how mad he’d have to be on your behalf when people actively kept misgendering you to become the blue ogre.

but he’d just start crying at the confrontation.. 😐

my hero ig 🤥

3. izana

“ that’s fucking stupid”

*beats up middle aged woman who said for you to “ have a good day ma’am”

but if y’all close he’ll only say it’s stupid once when he sees you genuinely upset and ignoring him

“ be who you are.. 🌈”

4. kaku

same boat as izana, A LOT less judgmental

5. mitsuya

won’t hesitate to send a bitch flying

actively corrects people

( teaches luna and mana about your pronouns for the next time you come over 🕺🏻)

TAKES YOU SHOPPING FOR CLOTHES

6. haitani brothers

*actively bullies you

*bullies kid into the grave for looking at your chest area

7. …hakkai

he accidentally slipped up once🤒

WHEN I SAY THIS MANS FACE WENT PALE- HE DIDNT TALK TO YOU FOR A W E E K MINIUM CAUSE HE FELT SO BAD

YOU KEPT TELLING HIM THAT ITS FINE-

BUT HE FELT AWFUL

( has nightmares about it)

8. chifuyu would only do it in his mohawk era cause he wanted to seem metal and impress da boys 🥶🥶☝️☝️

pulled you aside at the end of the day to apologize

( like i said before, baji almost clocked him when you told him about your first encounter )

who am i kidding they’re all in gangs, they’d probably kill someone if they hurt you cospwpfoslief

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IF YALL GOT ANYMORE IDEAS LMK CAUSE IM INVESTED IN YHIS AND WANNA HEAR WHAT YALL THINK

#tokyo revengers drabbles #tokyo revengers scenarios #tokyo revengers taiju #tokyo revengers spoilers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers mikey #tokyo revengers draken #hakkai #chifuyu headcanons #tokrev baji #tokrev #ran haitani x reader #haitani brothers #rindou haitani #non bianry #enby #tokyo revengers senju #emma sano

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thesedangeroustemptations · 3 years

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Baki Boy’s and a fearless/overly-outspoken s/o

Hi y’all! This is my very first headcanon and it’s something that just came to mind while insomnia decided sleep wasn’t allowed. Some are going to have a S/O who speaks out and acts the way they do due to past feelings of restriction and inability to do so, and some are just personality traits in general so a small TW is in order I suppose. I hope you all like it!

Baki:

At first, he had no idea how to deal with that. He was used to Kozue who would only ever speak on her feelings when pressed for them, so when he saw his S/O immediately snap back at Yujiro for his comments and general way of being unprompted, he felt a bit of fear for their safety but also a swelling of pride began to grow in his chest.

He knew they were free spirited and spoke their mind from the beginning, what was apart of what drew Baki to them in the first place, but in the face of The Ogre?

He was shocked to say the least and every alarm in his head was going off to get them out of there before they ended up dead, but Yujiro simply laughed, smirked at his son and gave him a dark warning.

“Don’t let them bark harder than you can bite, that might just be what puts them down.”

The longer that they spent together, the more accustomed to their general ease with saying whatever floated through their head at the time, and lack of care for the outcome of what was said/done.

This has lead to more than a few occasions where Baki has had to pick them up and sprint away from the situation to keep from having to beat someone’s face into an unrecognizable pulp the second an advance was made in the direction of his S/O.

He comes to appreciate their honesty and finds it easier to be around them compared to other people due to the low probability of them hiding anything from him, and it being far easier for him to tell when something is wrong.

Will ask their opinions when making big decisions because he knows they have no fear going forward in life and will tell him their exact thought process regardless of whether it fits with what he’s wanting. To them, it’s what’s best not what is wanted if you’re asking their opinion.

Would support them saying whatever is on their mind/heart, but worries for their safety when he isn’t around to watch out for them.

Loves them for them regardless of if they lack the ability to keep their feelings to themselves while Baki himself is rather reserved.

Jack:

To say he was surprised to have this tiny (anything is compared to him-) individual he hadn’t seen before snap at him for hogging the bench press during his routine workout at his favored gym would be an understatement.

The man was an absolute giant who towered over even the tallest of men and could easily break most in half, yet here this tiny firecracker was getting angry at him. An interesting development indeed.

From then on, he set out to make it his mission to get to know this unique person. For someone to get his eye off of getting stronger and defeating his father is an award all it’s own, but for him to actively chase them was an entirely different thing.

Does eventually win them over through a mixture of gentlemanly behavior and healthy sarcasm, while proving he’s a trustworthy person to hold their heart and guard it.

Jack found himself growing protective over them when he witnessed them exchanging heated words followed by blows over a dispute in a bar he miraculously found himself at the same time as them.

He decided that moment he was going to make them his, and he was going to keep them safe forever, especially from Yujiro.

Hundred percent would do his best to keep them separate, but Yujiro, being Yujiro, would find a way to make his son’s life harder and intervene, belittling him in some way around his S/O and that would be the end of it.

Jack thought he had seen them go off before? Oh, no, no. Not when it came to someone they care about deeply. They started spewing every insult they could think of at the red-headed Hanma giant, feeling not an ounce of fear in their body- that’s because all of it entered Jack’s the moment they opened their mouth.

Used every bit of endurance he built up to grab them and run as far as he could in as quick a pace as possible to get them to safety.

Knows there’s no way he can change them, and that he wouldn’t want to. Their outspokenness was what made him fall for them after all.

Katsumi:

This man has a thing for outspoken S/O who takes charge, he may seem like an alpha male but he would instantly fold the moment his beloved gives him the look. Is not to afraid to admit this and chalks it up to his love and respect for their opinions.

Instantly fell for them the moment they entered Shin Shin Kai in a full-blown fit, eyes raging, nostrils slightly flaring and sights set on a member of his class. Obviously they did something wrong, but when he approached to find out exactly what was going on as any teacher would, he was instantly shut down.

“I’m not here for you, so if you don’t want your head bit off, I’d stay the fuck out of my way”

Needless to say, he was intrigued at this type of response from someone so much smaller than him, in his own father’s dojo, and after a few more prodding questions and standing in the way of what they wanted, he got the answers he was wanting as to what was going on.

Being the relatively peaceful guy he was, Katsumi managed to calm down the situation while somehow getting a date out of the whole scenario.

Everyone thought he was crazy for wanting to go out with someone as outspoken and rude like that, but he saw beyond that. He could see there was someone fearless and thoughtful under there, and he wanted to see what else was buried beneath the surface.

Man, was it worth it. They didn’t fear anything it seemed, always willing to try new activities with Katsumi and his friends, be it new roller-coaster to cliff-jumping on their days off at the ocean, it didn’t matter. They were always up for it, the acts seemingly bringing them closer each time.

He grew to love and respect them greatly, reminding them daily how much he admires their ability to speak their mind without fear and has no issue setting anyone straight regardless of who it is.

Would never admit it to their face or out loud but he really worries about them when he’s gone, knowing that not everyone can see the kind person they are inside and could easily take their words or actions the wrong way.

One of the few who actually trains his S/O in martial arts, even just the basics, to keep themselves safe when he isn’t around.

Doyle:

Oh boy.

This idiot would be voted most likely to attempt to kill his S/O for opening their mouth about how he doesn’t seem as tough as everyone is making him out to be.

Has the hardest time out of all of the men to adapt to having a S/O who speaks whatever comes in their mind and letting him know exactly what they think of his actions, good or bad. This is not something he is used to and not being able to just leave or kill the person saying it was something that was completely new to him.

Would be the definition of opposites attract. Doyle is known for being more reserved, keeps things to himself and generally reminds others of a cat with his observant and quiet behavior. In comes his lover who is open about her thoughts and feelings regardless of who asks, will shout and loudly express themselves when upset or frustrated, and is basically a dog personified.

Doyle catches himself watching their surroundings more cautiously when they go out due to not knowing exactly what is going to slip out of his lovers mouth, and being fully prepared to cut the tongue out of anyone who dared breath in their direction wrong.

Eventually he learns what will set off his S/O quicker and what is the best ways to calm them down when they are feeling like they need to be heard about a certain scenario.

He’s a very observant man, and when spending nearly everyday with a person he cares for, he will swiftly find ways to make things easier for them without their noticing. He can’t have them thinking he cares too much.

Around the other inmates or Yujiro Hanma is the only time Doyle feels any inclination of fear, prompting a fight, flight, or freeze response to which he typically chooses the middle option with his S/O in toe.

He would rather be viewed as a coward for fleeing with what is his than lose it because they don’t have the ability to keep their damn mouth shut for someone looking at either of them wrong.

Would enjoy having a S/O who expresses what they’re feeling, but would hope for one who had some sentiment of common sense so he didn’t have to constantly worry.

Retsu:

Probably handles them the best out of all of the boys to be honest.

Is used to hotheaded and outspoken people himself already (*cough* Katsumi *cough*), while also having been one in his past, Retsu is the most suited to dealing with their outbursts and reckless actions due to a lack of fear.

Likely met his S/O while in Japan for the Maximum Tournament and overheard them going off in the distance about something that was a passion of theirs that they felt had been disrespected.

Retsu could relate given his overprotective nature in regards to his Chinese Kenpo, so when he saw them chest to chest, red-faced and still going at it while showing no signs of backing down, he knew he had to step in and defuse the situation before their beautiful/handsome face was ruined over an argument.

Has no problem with letting them rant and rave about things their passionate about or that bothered them throughout the day/week that they managed to hold in for Retsu’s sake.

Expresses his feeling the easiest out of the men except for possibly a tie with Baki, so makes it known that he worries for their safety and wants them to try their best to keep it together while they’re apart, being rewarded with whatever treat they would like followed by cuddles and a venting session.

Comes up with different means for them to let out their frustrations with the world without having to blow up on everyone/everything that upsets them; i.e. gives them swearing coloring books to create art out of every swear word/insult they could think of.

Doesn’t want his S/O to keep things inside or to change, he just simply wants them to learn there is a time and a place for going off about things you’re passionate about, but when faced with the strongest being in the world? That is not the time, and even someone like Retsu, who believed that nothing could beat Chinese Kenpo, could recognize that.

If things ever got heated out in public and his S/O began to argue with another person, don’t think for a second that Retsu wouldn’t break a man’s jaw for talking to his love with any kind of bass in their voice.

Loves and accepts his S/O for who they are, but is likely to help try and gently mother hen them into channeling that into a healthier outcome.

#baki headcanons #baki the grappler #katsumi orochi #retsu kaioh #baki hanma #jack hanma #doyle #headcanon #im sorry if this is bad #i tried #4 am posts

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Supernatural- first 'I love you'

Archangels-

Gabriel- The first time Gabriel said he loved you was when you got slightly jealous of a waitress in a bar because she was flirting and Gabriel wasn’t doing anything to stop it. You started to feel stupid just watching it happen so you left him with the waitress and sat in the car regretting ever going out with Gabriel.

I mean, what were you thinking? Going out with a flirty archangel? Of course, he was never going to change his ways… Especially for a girl like you. ‘What was I thinking?’ you thought to yourself but, as expected, there was no answer back. You sat in the back of the car waiting for Gabriel to arrive back. Being very emotional at this time, you were trying to hold back tears, the best thing for you now was to get some fresh air. You hadn’t noticed that Dean(who had come to supervise the archangel) had got back in the car and was watching you with your head in your hands breathing slowly. "What’s wrong, Y/N?“ "It’s nothing. I just need a little air.” You stepped out of the vehicle and walked over to the railings that looked out into the sea. You breathed in the Miami sea air and smiled having finally calmed down. 'It was nothing,’ you thought, 'Gabriel and I have only been going out a couple of months so it’s not that serious.“ But your heart thought otherwise. He probably didn’t love you or couldn’t tell yet but you knew you loved him though you’d never say it. You knew it. Someone was calling your name snapping you out of your daydream. Quickly, in your best efforts to wipe away your smuggled makeup, you turned to face the person. It was Gabriel. Almost like a sixth sense (sarcasm), he knew something was wrong. "What’s wrong? You left the bar early and Dean said you were upset in the car earlier. Are you okay?” “It’s nothing,” you lied. Your voice cracked a little. Then something clicked in Gabriel’s mind. “If this is about me not tidying away the sweets from earlier, I’m sorry.” Obviously, not the right thing clicked… “No, it’s not that. It’s just, well, the waitress was flirting with you and you didn’t seem to mind,” you turned away and faced the waves lapping up against the beach, “It’s nothing. Just my imagination that you’d ever change.” You whispered the last bit so you thought he couldn’t hear but he did. “You know I love you, right?” Your head snapped around quickly. “I know sometimes that it seems like I won’t be able to get away from my reputation but today when you said the waitress was flirting I didn’t even notice because you’re the only woman I notice now. We’ve only been going out a couple of months but I love you.” Your head snapped round in surprise and you didn’t speak for a moment trying to figure out if he meant it. Gabriel saw you thinking and worry rushed over his face, “I knew it was too soon. What was I thinking? We’ve only been dating-” You kissed him to silence his rant. "I love you too.“

Michael-

The first time Michael ever said he loved you was after you’d been on a dangerous hunt and got hurt. You were in the hospital for several days in a comatose-like state. He stayed by your side only leaving if absolutely necessary. He kept whispering that you’d be okay. That everything would be fine. Little did you know that that day would be the first time Michael ould confess his love.

As soon as his father called informing Michael that you had been hurt, he immediately flew to where he had been told that you were. His mind thought the worst but Michael's heart hoped for the best. He saw you in the hospital bed and rushed to your side. After several minutes, he had taken to holding your hand to calm his nerves. An hour past a nurse, after checking your vital signs, asked him to leave. "I’m sorry sir but you’re not allowed to stay here. Visiting hours are over.” "Please,“ Michael begged her, "I love her. I want to be here if and when she wakes up.” Although he tried to calm his tone, it still insisted on cracking ever so slightly that the nurse must’ve heard and taken pity on him allowing him to stay. He'd thanked her before returning his attention to you. "Come back to me, my little angel, come back to me.“ He whispered to you quietly that everything would be okay and that you would be okay. Even though he spoke to you, it was mostly for him. After two more days and one night spent here at the hospital, Michael's heart saddened. He was sure you’d have awoken by now. This was you, you were a hero, a savior, he couldn’t have it end this way. He sighed and continued to rub small circles in a comforting manner on your hand though it had no grip and you could not respond but he hoped it would calm you. A small tear ebbed down his face but no emotion was displayed on his features. "I love you, little angel. Come back to me. Y/N, I love you and I’m sorry I didn’t say it every day before this because I’ve known for a long time that I love you but I was afraid. Afraid of rejection or not being enough for you or possibly too much. But I’m not afraid of any of that anymore. I’m only afraid of losing you, you better hurry up and get back to me because you know I hate being afraid and this time you can’t comfort me. I love you, Y/N.” he looked down to the grey floor away from you. he was about to get up and leave when your hand gripped his. His eyes fluttered open and Michael made a small cry out of joy. "Y/N…“ "I love you too.” Then he was pulled into a loving hug which he welcomed by pulling you closer so afraid that this wasn’t real or it was all a dream. You nuzzled his neck breathing in the fresh, sweet scent of him which you had missed so much while he buried his head in your neck and stroked your hair in a calming manner. It felt like you were there forever and in your opinion even if it was, you wouldn't have spent eternity any other way.

Raphael-

The relationship you had with Raphael was very complex and far from simple but the one thing that was simple was the foundations of your relationship that were made of pure love. An unspoken but known love for one another. Neither of you had ever technically said you loved each other but you both knew it. The first time you said you loved him was when you found out he was dead. You were devastated that he was gone and mourned over him. It was the first time you visited his grave where you buried him and you admitted your love for him.

You walked up solemnly up to your lost love’s grave and sat on a bench facing it. Your eyes wandered across the writing that was engraved on the tombstone. Many thoughts had crossed your mind the day you got the news that he was gone. He had apparently fought and died at Castiel's hands but some part of you thought that even though it made Raphael sound like a monster, which he was not, it didn’t seem like him. He would’ve been smarter, quicker, better than that. Maybe it was just grief. Maybe it was the last part of your mind clinging on to the last memory of him. “You’re really gone…” you whispered to yourself, “After all of that, you’re gone and I never got to say goodbye. Oh, Raphael. Why have you left me? Some part of me says to move on that you are gone but something in me says that you had one last trick up your sleeve. One last act but maybe that’s just wishful thinking or maybe it’s a deluded vision but every part of me hopes it to be true. That you’re alive. I did this before. I grieved but this is different; this is definitely worse. It’s going to be a long life without you and in truth, I don’t know if I can survive it.” You stood up and placed several red and yellow orchids upon his grave and let a tear slip down your face. “You know what the saddest part of this whole thing is? I never got to tell you I loved you. Because I did. With all of my heart and you’ll never hear it. It’s too late but I love you, Raphael: brother, son, friend, lover, Archangel, healer, and the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I love you.” “I love you too.” You froze. It was his voice but… He was dead. He was gone. It couldn’t be him. How could it be? You turned slowly round to see your lover standing a meter away from you with a small smile forming on his thin lips. You just stayed silent contemplating what just happen. He moved first holding you tight to his chest and stroking your hair gently. "Raphael…“ you pulled away and cupped his face almost as if to check he was real, "You lied to me,” a wave of confusion hit his face but he didn’t interrupt you, “You said after you left last time, you’d never leave me. You’d never let me feel that pain again and you lied.” His face saddened but pulled you closer and held you tight. “Don’t ever leave me again. I love you.” "I won’t. And I love you too. I’m so sorry I left you but it was only for your protection and I won’t ever be leaving again.“

Lucifer-

The first time you told Lucifer that you loved him and he told you that he loved you was when he got extremely angry and frustrated. Lately, he had been having really vivid nightmares and was starting to remember how many people he killed. Lucifer had started drinking early in the evening and when you came in he had smashed the glass against the wall and was crying out of frustration with his back against the side.

You approached him cautiously having just come in to see your boyfriend in clear turmoil and pain. You called out his name softly and tried to edge closer to him not wanting to anger him any further. He heard his name being called and looked up with anger in his eyes which soon faded when they fell on you. The stance you had taken to was now a crouch so you were at his eye level, “Lucifer? What happened?” His sorrowful and regretful eyes looked back at the ground. You thought and looked at the bottle remains which had been scattered all over the kitchen floor. “Lucifer. Let me help.” You reached for his hands but he pulled them away and continued looking down. “I just want to help, Lucifer, please let me.” He looked back up and anger filled his eyes but this time it didn’t fade. It was pure rage. “You can’t help a monster like me! A murderer! You can’t help me! Why do you stay?! Is it out of pity? Because it surely can’t be because you’re here by choice! I bet it’s my dad! he still hates me!” he cried out bundling his fist tightly. They made a crunching sound which you assumed was glass. “You want to know why I stay?” you ask, not waiting for a reply or response, you continue, “I stay because I love you, Lucifer. You are not a monster. You’re the man I love who would do anything to protect his family, who is a hero, who has a good heart, and is the amazing man that changed my life. I love you.” Lucifer looked at you with regret for shouting at you. “Do you love me?” you asked. “How could I not love you? Of course, I love you! You’re perfect in every way and I am so thankful that an amazing human like you could ever love a devil like me. I don’t know why you stay with me but I’m going to do everything in my power to treat you like a princess and try to be the decent guy that you deserve.” You smile and pull him into a hug and he quickly hugs you back. “Let’s get you cleaned up then, shall we?” you whisper into his ear not breaking the hug. He pulls away after a while and you both clean up the kitchen. You are quickly done with it soon enough. “I love you,” Lucifer says taking your small, delicate hands in his. “I love you too,” you say then kiss him.

A/N- Hope you enjoyed the longest thing I've ever written, I couldn't sleep so why not write.

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#supernatural #angstwithhappyending #my imagines #romance #imagines #spn michael x reader #spn gabriel x reader #spn lucifer x reader #spn raphael x reader #spn archangels x reader

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