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☆ Azul and Taruchi's relationship timeline !

⚘ [ TAGS ] #slowburn #fell first fell harder #ansgt #it's been seven and a half chapters why haven't they confessed yet #but i will break them #chapter 7 🙏

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

Taruchi saw Azul and thought, "Man… He kinda scary." (Tbf she thought that about. Everyone) But also, "Wait, stop, he kinda pretty too"

Azul saw her and only went "??????" (as did the rest of nrc)

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐔𝐋 + 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐖

Nothing happened, though Taruchi did wonder about him and tried to catch glimpses of him in the halls

Though it was more out of admiration and curiosity

𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄

Taruchi probably died inside ngl. She had to give it to him—he pulled a very lawyer move. She did hate that fact too, because it meant more problems for her.

Remember when they spied on Azul?? Yeah… Yeah. She was totally not impressed at all, haha…

Anyways, she tried very, very hard to keep from hugging him after learning about his past. But she did offer many words of comfort. And died a little inside again when they went to the museum and that one scene happened. (pov the writer doesn't remember exactly what happened in the scene) She's thinking, "I probably don't like him and it's probably just admiration, right?" yet she still goes to the Mostro Lounge more often than she should

Azul probably just saw her as another problem. Did not understand why she was being so nice. "What is she trying to pull here?? Does she want some sort of compensation??" Yes. But nonetheless thankful. He probably offers her tiny discounts just as thanks, though he is wondering why she's there often.

𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐀

Taruchi: Dying Inside Pt. 2. She was honestly terrified when they came crashing into the Mostro Lounge. They're broke as hell, how are they gonna pay for damages??? Thankfully they agreed to help her and was once again Dying Inside when they all had to stay in that one room. She was internally giggling when they had to head back to Scarabia together. Genuinely impressed all over again. Like. "How does he knows all this stuff… Wow…" In total awe. Then she thinks about how much she'd owe Azul in the end and starts internally sobbing. (The writer doesn't remember if they owed him something) In the end, she's worried it's not just admiration

(I don't remember if this is canon or not but whatever) I think Azul would just consider this as his payment for causing so much trouble when he overblotted. I also think this is where he actually learns a bit more about her? (We ignore that Jade collects info on people) Through the lesson stuff, he learns she's smart and understands quickly. He's slowly starting to learn she's just genuinely nice. But he's still quite on guard around her, especially considering she knows his past.

𝐏𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐄

Taruchi is sad she's busy nowadays and is mostly stuck at Ramshackle. Meaning she doesn't go to Mostro Lounge anymore bc by the end of the day she's too tired. She knows it might be unlikely since he was so busy with the Lounge, but she hoped that Azul would be at the VDC.

Azul was wondering why she hasn’t been to Mostro Lounge lately then finds she’s been dragged to help with the VDC. He’s not sure how he feels, it’s weird. Later on, he decides he might as well drop by VDC to see the performance. After all, it was the entire reason they’d have more customers.

When the performance is done, they both see each other and talk for a bit… and they wind up spending the day just going around together. Azul goes back to his dorm more confused than before; meanwhile Taruchi is blushing all the way to her room and hides in her blanket. This night is sparkling don't you let it go I'm wonderstruck blushing all the way home

𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐇𝐘𝐃𝐄

Taruchi was in a classroom playing board games since the Board Game Club had met up. All of a sudden her friend and the lov— *coughing* her two friends are kidnapped??? She was RUNNING for a teacher but apparently other students were kidnapped too and she was friends with all of them. Maybe. Who knows about Leona

Oh, Rook is going after them? And Epel too? Well, count her in. She couldn’t do it on her own but she has two friends with her!! Me and the boys looking for classmates

The SHOCK when she discovers that one of her closest friends has done this. But also, so cool. But STILL how could he kidnap them all??

She’s relieved when she hears everyone is fine. Until it all goes downhill

When they finally meet up with everyone, it takes everything in Taruchi not to run to Azul and hug him… So she does that with everyone. But Leona. When she finally hugs Azul, it’s a little tighter and she says, “I’m so glad you’re okay.” Azul sighs and asks, “Now WHY would you come here willingly??” to which her response is “I wanted to save you. ...I mean— you as in everyone” and he shakes his head

When they have to split up, while Taruchi knows it’d be better to go with the Pomefiore group especially since they have two third-years, she desperately wants to go with Riddle and Azul. Rook sees that and he suggests that she go with them. “You’re both close to her and four in a group is a lot of people, hm?” Rook gives her a knowing smile and Taruchi smiles back.

She has to witness her two friends arguing and while their snide remarks make her let out a small giggle sometimes, she also tries to mediate. When they have to fight something, both of them jump forward to protect her so she's just 🧍‍♀️👍 At the part where they talk about their past and their dreams, she absolutely melts. She didn’t think she could admire Azul more than she did before, but apparently she was wrong. When they take a break and Azul talks about what he wants to do in the future, she listens so intently. And then he leans on her shoulder and falls asleep

She and Riddle whisper to each other: “Riddlehelpme” “What do you want me to do?? Move him??” “No, he might wake up!” “What then???” “I don’t know!! …Do you want to sleep too?” “No!”

Taruchi gets bored and she’s tired so she also falls asleep… leaning on Azul. Riddle tries to fall asleep but ends up leaning on Taruchi too.

They all wake up like o_o and pretend it didn’t happen

Then they have a wild ride. Literally. And their scene is over once Riddle gets white hair and Azul and Taruchi are panicking over that

Until later on the ride back to NRC where she’s staring at Riddle and trying to get used to it. Oh and also she and Azul desperately want to say something about what they’re feeling but they never get to it

𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐀

They… are closer and more awkward. Yeah, they interact more, but they can’t get through a conversation without internally freaking out and therefore making it end too soon.

Taruchi is regularly going to Mostro Lounge again. One day, she and Azul talk and she tells him that they found another clue on how to get her home. Their conversation goes: “So... The other first years and I have found a clue that gets me closer to going home (small smile)” “Oh! (smile) That's good news. I'm glad you'll finally be able to return to your world. (dying inside)” “Yeah, thank you (smiling but also dying inside)”

But you only need the light when it's burning low, only miss the sun when it starts to snow (<- the song genuinely made me cry) (Update: Guys nvm they're so Say Don't Go coded)

Taruchi realizes that it's only a matter of time before she leaves, so she decides she should try to get over her feelings! One goodbye was bad enough, this one would definitely be painful too. If she could make it less painful, the better. And no, you can't convince her to confess, she doesn't function that way

Azul also snaps into his senses and realizes he likes having her around and didn't want her to leave. It'd sting not seeing her at her usual table at the Lounge, not passing by in the hallways, not seeing her laugh in defeat as he once again takes all her money in Monopoly. But how is he supposed to tell her all that

[SPOILERS]

They meet again in Diasomnia during Lilia's going away party. Taruchi pretends she doesn't see Azul and continues talking to Lilia and the gang. Until Azul goes up to Lilia to say whatever he had to say, then she says hi and wanders off.

Azul finds her again and talks to her: “Hello, Taruchi. Are you enjoying the party?” “Oh, Azul. Hi. Yeah, there's a lot of people here. Though I'm sad Lilia's leaving.” “So am I. He's a good upperclassman. ...I've made an observation. Apologies if I'm wrong, but it seems like you're trying not to talk to me.” “N-no, not at all. Sorry if it seemed that way.” “It's all right...” (pause as he's thinking about if he should bring up his newly-discovered feelings, but it gets too awkward and she starts to leave) “Wait, Taruchi—”

Cue Malleys overblotting and putting everyone to sleep

The rest is dreaming and Azul isn't in it at all so!! To be continued!!

#☆ taruchi's writings ✍️#☆ 💙

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chezzywezzy · 2 years

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Yandere Billy & Stu (1/4)

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Yet another summer was being spent at the arcade, and I could only hope it would be the last before I was finally off to trade school or something. I wasn’t going to pretend to be one of those ‘fixed’ students who suddenly got good grades their senior year and worked up a sob story for their personal essay. I wasn’t that desperate. I was just realistic. I wanted to do something realistic, maybe become a car mechanic or trucker, something that’ll always have jobs available. Something that would let me live a life under the radar.

But ‘living life under the radar’ was what I hadn’t been doing during high school. I doomed myself back in ninth grade on my first day by punching one of the school’s pretentious bitches when they decided to pick on me. And momma didn’t raise no bitch, so whenever anyone tried to mess with me, I’d slap ‘em silly. And that made a reputation. I was the scary loner ‘bad girl’ who nobody was supposed to talk to. It was worth it, though, if it meant people didn’t have high expectations.

I sighed as I removed my hands from the joystick of the classic Pac-Man machine. My name - PoketNife - was still only fourth, so one of my few goals from the summer was to at least reach second place. Whoever was at first, BBear, was way out of everyone’s league. I had no clue how they reached that high when second place was almost half of the score. Was cheating possible?

I checked my cheap dollar store watch and realized I still had at least an hour before I had to go to work. I was also out of change, so I couldn’t play anymore. Dammit. Guess there was nothing more to do than loiter and maybe get a snack.

I walked up to the snack bar and leaned against it. A tall, elfish boy with brown hair and looked like a real-life version of Shaggy from Scooby-Doo sent me a grin. “Salt and vinegar potato chips, please,” I requested politely, taking a seat.

“Comin’ right up!” he replied, grabbing a bag from under before tossing it to me. “Two-fifty.”

I passed over the bills, muttering, “Thanks.”

He didn’t move way, though. Instead, he leaned an arm on the counter to inspect me. “You’re Y/n, right? We’ve been in the same school since, like, seventh grade, you know.”

I held back an annoyed groan. “…Yeah. What’s it to you?”

“Damn, no need to be cold. I’m Stu, by the way.” He had an amused twinkle in his eyes.

“Oh. Hi, Stu.” I plopped some chips into my mouth. My mouth dropped, agape when Stu reached his hand in and took a handful out. “Dude, I fuckin’ paid for these!”

“Technically, you didn’t. I gave you a discount. The chips cost three dollars,” he cheekily retorted.

“You could have at least asked,” I grumbled, holding the bag to my chest instead.

If he cared, then it wasn’t enough to respond to what I said. “You know, I’ve noticed that you’ve played most of the games. But, uh, you haven’t even touched Dance Dance Revolution. I bet I could beat your ass.”

My cheeks reddened a bit. “I’m not a good dancer,” I defended. “But from the looks of it, neither are you. You have the resting bitch face of a stoner.”

Stu faked a pout. “I’m hurt. Let me defend my honor by challenging you to a dance battle.”

“You’re working.”

“And you’re a pussy.”

I inhaled sharply. “Fuckin’ fine. Don’t blame me when you lose your job, Stuart.”

He let out a girlish giggle and exited the snack bar. “You remember my name! I’m flattered, babe. But Stu’s fine.” Without any concern for my personal space, he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me over to the arcade machine.

I wasn’t confident in my abilities since I was a rather sluggish person in general, but I didn’t do too bad. Usually I’d be more walled up, but I had an hour to spend and this guy felt like wasting it. Not to mention, he paid for my turn. My footwork was sloppy, even on a basic level, but it was pretty fun, even though I was stumbling over my feet. Stu’s charisma was contagious, I’d give him that.

On Stu’s turn, though, I couldn’t help but cheer him on a bit. I should’ve known he’d be an unsuspecting champion — there were so many games and he chose dance dance revolution, so it made sense he’d be good at it. He chose one of the hardest levels and absolutely killed it. It was probably him trying to show off, but surprisingly, I didn’t mind.

He’d broken a bit of a sweat by the time he stepped off the platform, his affectionate grin still present. “I think I kicked your ass,” he giggled.

I leaned against the rails. “Obviously. Next time, it’ll have to be my game, though. Which is pretty much any other game in the room.”

He let out a dramatic gasp. “Next time?”

I crossed my arms and pursed my lips. “…Not that there needs to be. My tongue slipped.”

I tensed when his hands clamped down on my shoulders. “Aw, didn’t think you’d get all shy,” he cooed, but it didn’t seem mocking.

“Fuckin’ not. Watch it, or my fist won’t be too shy of your face,” I grumbled, shrugging him off. “I gotta go.”

He pouted. “Oh, fine. See ya tomorrow, babe, can’t wait for you to kick my ass at Donkey Kong.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” I waved to him nonchalantly over my shoulder as I left, not glancing back.

And as much as I would have wanted to say that Stu was annoying - he certainly was at first - he had grown on me. For weeks, my normal routine of playing at the arcade all by my lonesome was disturbed because, somehow, Stu always intervened. The boy managed to grow on me with time, and although I hated to admit it, he hadn’t given me a reason to dislike him. He was clingy and loud, but those traits grew on me.

So, I couldn’t help but accept when Stu invited me out to grab some ice cream. I pretended to be a bit reluctant to accept, but in reality, I should’ve been. After all, when I walked through the local diner’s to see that it wasn’t just Stu, I was a little terrified. He didn’t mention that there’d be others. But by the time I was about to turn tail and leave, Stu had called out my name.

I shoved my hands in my pockets as I strode forward. “Uh… hey, Stuart.”

I took a moment to see who else was at the table. A girl with dark brown hair and a gorgeous jawline smiled politely at me. Her posture was uptight and correct—something only a good girl would have— but she still had casual attire of jeans and a t-shirt. The man with his arm wrapped around her shoulders made me especially nervous though. He had styled hair that seemed to be flooded with hair gel, a ripped white tank top, and toned arms that indicated that he was pretty active. He was staring me up and down like I was a piece of meat, and I recognized him as one of the members of the high school football team.

Stu gestured to his pals. “This is Sidney and Billy. I’ve mentioned ‘em before. Remember?” He eagerly grabbed me by the upper arm and pulled me into the booth to sit next to him.

“Yeah. Didn’t know they’d be here.”

Sidney offered up a kind hello, clearly on edge with my presence. Billy on the other hand, reached his hand over the table. “Hey there.” I stared at it incriminatingly, reluctantly reaching over. He had quite the crushing grip for a teen, but maybe that was a subliminal message to indicate distaste.

“Stuart, don’t tell me you invited me as a deterrent for their date?” I made sure to direct my displeasure at him instead of his… friends, since they—or at least Sidney—weren’t aware that I was invited.

Stu slung his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into a suffocating side hug. “Nah. You just really need to make some other friends.”

I scowled and slapped his chest. “Fuck you.”

“He’s just as much of a bitch with us too,” Billy added.

While Stu was crying over his friend’s betrayal, I turned my attention to the couple. “‘Figured. You guys, uh, don’t mind me being here, do ya?”

“N - not at all! I was just surprised,” Sidney insisted. “You’re Y/n, right? We haven’t actually, um, talked before.”

“I’m aware,” I retorted. “Not much of a talker.”

Billy snickered. “Not to Stu. Asshole talks about you constantly. I already feel like I know you pretty well with how much he’s blabbed.”

I pursed my lips and sent a side glare to the said boy, who raised his arms in mock defense. “Wha-a-at? He’s my best bud! Besides, it’s fun to brag about every time I kick your ass at the arcade.”

“Oh, I see. So you’re a liar,” I hummed amusedly. “Allow me to fact check you, then. You’ve only ever beat me at DDR, if I can recall. Other than that, let me think…” I paused for effect. “Nope, I’ve won everything else.”

Billy and Sidney laughed, more so at the obvious embarrassment on Stu’s expression. “DDR is just the only valid game we’ve played, that’s all. Promise.”

“Street Fighter was valid when you won at that,” Billy interjected smugly.

“Well, how about ice cream? Yours is on me, Y/n,” Stu tittered.

“…Alright,” I conceded with the rest of the group.

~~~

“Man, what the hell’s going on?” I muttered to myself; glare glued to the reporters that were swarming the school. I grumbled under my breath as I squeezed through the many cameramen but paused when I heard Gale Weathers.

“… Two young teenagers were found brutally butchered. Authorities have yet to issue a statement…” My stomach churned and I decided to move on.

I would probably skip the school day. With supposed teen murders happening, it would be far lovelier to enjoy the autumn weather instead of surrounding myself with concerned and panicked classmates. The only reason I would stick around was to make sure Sidney and Tatum, Stu’s girlfriend, were holding up okay. The three of us had become close friends, and I knew how sensitive they were when it came to murder, understandably so, especially Sid.

I loitered near the entrance, completely spaced off and distracted by the tabloid, until an arm was swung around my shoulders. On instinct, I raised my arm to swat at the person, but I recognized the rough, calloused hands.

“Just me,” Billy greeted. “Did ya hear the news?”

“Some sorta murder. What’s the deal?”

He leaned against the wall, mimicking my posture. I stared at him expectantly. “Two of our classmates were killed last night. Casey and her boyfriend, Steve. They were gutted and everything. Police think a student did it.”

“You’re kidding,” I grunted. “Casey… wasn’t that the bit- girl that had it out for me last year? I think so, yeah. If I knew she would’ve ended up dead, maybe I wouldn’t have pummeled her so much for being a bitch.”

Billy snorted. “Don’t go mentioning that to the police, you’ll look like a suspect.”

“The cops already have it out for me in the first place,” I sighed. “Apparently it’s dangerous to loiter just ‘cause I’m known for roughing up deserving bitches. What, so Stuart can ‘disrupt the peace’ and get off Scott-free but I can’t take a break outside the shelter when I’m working my ass off all day?”

“Maybe it would’ve helped if you explained that you volunteer there regularly.” Stu suddenly showed up with his wolfish grin and backpack slung over his shoulder. I rolled my eyes and could only muster a grumble in response.

“Well, pardon me for not wantin’ to look like a pussy—“

“Oh, the horror,” Stu exaggerated, pulling me away from the walls and enveloping me in his usual eager hug. “Imagine what people would think if they found out you were a normal person!”

“Uh-huh, very funny,” I scoffed. “Now piss off, both of you’s. I’m ditching today so you pansies should just get to class.”

Billy’s hand clamped down on my shoulder. “Nuh-uh. We three share first period together, remember? Don’t think you’re getting off the hook that easily.”

“Yeah! Class is so much more fun with you to bother,” Stu agreed.

“Wow, I’m flattered. Yeah, definitely, now I want to go—oh wait, no, I hate you two, I only hang out with you ‘cause you have cute girlfriends—“

“Nuh-uh,” Billy cooed.

I went to shove the pair off, but I was suddenly lifted off the ground by Stu. With the help of Billy, he tossed me right over his shoulder. I groaned and banged on his back, trying to push myself off, but it was too late; I was already being carried into the school building.

“Hey, Billy-boy, go grab her shit from her locker,” Stu cackled.

“On it.”

We took a pit stop at my locker, and at some point, I focused more on glaring at anyone who paid us any heed. Although it was concerning that Billy knew my locker password, the two goofballs were harmless. I’d never admit it, but they’d grown on me after all the afternoons at the arcade or working at the animal shelter together.

“I’m, like, totally convinced you’ve stolen both of our boyfriends,” Tatum’s familiar giggle came from next to us.

I waved to her, hoping now Stu would be willing to set me down. “Hey. How are you two holding up?”

Sidney was silent from beside her, but Tatum was fairly animated. Billy slung her arm around her shoulder while clutching my bag in the other. “Oh my god, it’s so-o-o scary! Like, the murderer could literally be right next to us and not even know it.” She shuddered.

“How ‘bout you, Sid?” I inquired carefully, patting her head from my disabled position.

“It’s… unsettling,” she said quietly.

“No reason to be scared, babe,” Billy reassured, pressing a quick kiss to the side of her head.

“Yeah! That goes for you too, babe,” Stu charismatically claimed, sending Tatum a thumbs up.

The five-minute bell suddenly rang. “Stuart, your girlfriend deserves attention, can you please put me down now?”

“Only if you promise not to ditch,” Billy spoke up, and Stu agreed with a ‘mhm.’

“Fuckin’ fine, but only because you two are such annoyin’ bastards,” I heaved, received when my feet finally touched the ground again. I stretched my arms and anxiously stole my bag away from Billy.

Stu lifted Tatum off the ground in his signature bone-crushing hug, which made even Sidney chuckle. I saddled up next to her.

“Hey, Sid, want me to walk you to class?” I muttered only for her to hear.

“O - oh, actually, I’m fine, but… If you don’t mind, can you come over after school? I can tutor you if you want.”

I snickered. “Yes and no. Yes to hanging out, no to studying. I ain’t got time for that shit.”

Tatum joined the conversation. “Don’t lie, you’re just lazy.”

I hummed humorously, but my attention as swung back to the boys as both of them grabbed my upper arms. Stuart gave me a noogie. “Love you girls, but we gotta head to class. See you at lunch, babes!”

Tatum and Sidney waved and we went opposite ways down the hall. I succumb to the boys’ unwilling clinginess with a sigh and let them forcefully drag me to class. As we walked by some girls, I heard them mention my name in a whisper, which made me feel rather subconscious. In exchange for these popular goofballs as friends, people were actually either noticing me or avoiding me less - both options I loathed with a passion.

“Whatcha thinking about?” Stu bugged.

“Nothin’. Just about how much you two piss me off.”

“Or-r-r how much you secretly love us,” Billy retorted with a prideful smirk.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” I sighed.

We arrived at the classroom. I was finally allowed to shove the boys off me, slinking to the back of the classroom. Unsurprisingly, the boys sat on either side of me. As soon as they went to bug me again, the teacher entered and the bell rang. I let out a grateful breath and took out some paper, doodling the class away.

~~~

“Remember your principal loves you and I want you to be safe. All students are encouraged to return home promptly from school grounds after school. Avoid strangers, walk in twos and threes.” The P.A. finally went silent.

I stalked out of the front, my mom’s half-assed apple slices made with love in my grasp, as I went to the courtyard. Once upon a time, I would’ve slunk away to a seven-eleven or something, but I knew better than skip school when Sidney was definitely offset with all the murder going around. So, I reluctantly weaved through the people and went to the water fountain.

Stu and Billy were the first to notice me and wave me over. I waved back before plopping down next to Randy at the end. “Hey, Y/n,” Tatum greeted eagerly, leaning further against her affectionate boyfriend. “You look tired.”

“Oh, uh, I just didn’t get enough sleep last night. I needed to help bandage my mom up.”

“Is she okay?” Billy asked.

“She will be, she just got knocked around at… work.” I opened may small lunch and began munching on the apple.

“So what kind of questions did they ask you, Sid?” Tatum said, slinging herself around her friend.

“They asked me id I knew Casey.”

We all unanimously confirmed that we were asked the same question.

“Hey, did they ask if you liked to hunt?” Stu spoke up curiously.

“Yeah, they did. Did they ask you girls?”

“They asked me,” I recalled casually.

“No,” Tatum said. “Why would they ask if you liked to hunt?”

“‘Cause the bodies were gutted,” Randy informed excitedly.

“Thank you, Randy,” Billy shot back sarcastically.

“I didn’t get asked if I liked to hunt.”

“‘Cause there’s no way a girl could’ve killed them. I guess they thought Y/n was an exception.”

“That is so sexist!” Tatum argued pridefully. “The killert could easily be a female, Basic Instinct.”

“That was an ice pick, not exactly the same thing,” Randy interjected once more.

“You’re way too obsessed with horror movies, dude,” I sighed. “OI don’t understand how you can stand that shit.”

Randy sent me a knowing grin. Stu continued the conversation. “Yeah, Casey and Stever were completely hollowed out. And the fact is it takes a man to do something like that.”

“Or a man’s mentally,” Tatum noted.

Sidney fiddled with her hands, having hardly touched her lunch. Billy had withdrawn his arm to stick closer to Stu, even if Sidney definitely needed the affection more. “How do you… gut someone?”

I turned to the girl, and so did everyone else. We were all obviously worried, what, with her own mother having died. However, Stu obviously didn’t read the mood properly.

“So, you take a knife and you slit them from the groin to sternum —“

“Stuart, shut the fuck up,” I scolded with a scowl. Sidney sent a glare to the boy as well.

“It’s called tact you fuckrag,” Billy reminded, slapping the back of Stu’s head. He let out an ‘ouch’ and rubbed it viciously.

“Actually, Y/n, didn’t Casey used to pick on you a lot?”

“Yeah, she learned her lesson quick though, so it’s not like it meant anything,” I answered defensively.

“Did ya tell the police that?” Randy questioned.

“What, you think I killed her?” I growled, sending him a harsh glare.

“It would certainly make you feel scarier.”

“She already said she with her mom last night, so shut it, asshole,” Billy shouted, throwing one of his carrots at Randy.

“Yeah! Not to mention, I was volunteering all afternoon.”

Randy couldn’t help but laugh, wiping the carrot off him. “Was that before or after you sliced and diced?”

Tatum stood up for me as well, retorting,” Fuck you, nut case! Where were you last night, huh?”

“Working, thank you very much.”

“Oh, at the video store? I thought they fired your sorry ass.”

“Twice.”

“Get it in your fuckin’ head, douchebag, I didn’t kill anybody,” I grumbled self-consciously.

“Nobody said you did,” Billy agreed, sending me a comforting smile.

“Thanks, dude.”

Randy stood up and stretched. “Anyway, I heard the culler put her liver in the mailbox. Next to her spleen and pancreas.”

My stomach churned and I couldn’t help but kick his shin. “We’re trying to eat here, asshole. Can it or I’ll beat your ass.”

“Yes please, mommy —“

“She’s getting mad, alright? You better liver alone. Liver alone!” Sidney and I stood up at the same time, exchanging glances. She was as done with this conversation as I was. Billy hit Stu again. “Liv - Ow! Liver. Liver. It was a joke,” he whined.

“Fuck you guys, I’m ditching. I’ll see you after school, Sid.”

~~~

I leaned against the outside of the house - aka mansion - inconspicuously as Sidney’s bus finally pulled up. Some people shouted their good-byes to her, but Sid was quick to notice and wave to me. She skipped up the front porch and threw open the unlocked front door.

“How was school?” I asked casually as I invited myself in. I kicked off my shoes and hung up my jacket, leaving me in a tank top and jeans.

“It sucked,” Sid complained. “The news was riding my ass the whole time. They’re starting a conspiracy theory about how Casey and Steve’s deaths are linked to my mom’s, but the killer was already caught!”

“Sorry to hear it. I’ll try to be there for you tomorrow, but you know how much I hate school,” I offered.

Sidney sent me a grateful smile. “I’d appreciate that —“

From the kitchen, the phone started ringing. We both went over and Sidney picked it off the receiver. “Hello?” I waited patiently. I could already tell from the way Sid’s shoulders slumped comfortably that it was Tatum. “You’re sure we can stay over? ‘Cause my dad won’t be back til Sunday.” Another pause. “Uh-huh, it’s just the police and reporters. It’s all deja vu.” Tatum said her good-bye. “Thanks Tatum. See you soon.”

I leaned against the counter. “You going over for the night?”

“I think you mean ‘we’. You’re invited too, y’know,” she giggled, pulling me over to the couch. “For having such a ‘bad girl’ attitude, you sure don’t like staying out late.”

“Sid, you know I like to see my mom when I can. She tries her best to come home in between night shifts.”

She leaned onto me as she turned on the television and began flipping through channels. “Yeah, I know, and that’s cool, but we’re your friends. You should sleep over. Your mom would be fine with you hanging out. Besides, with a killer going around, it’s safe to stay with other people.”

“Well… I guess so,” I caved.

“The bodies of seventeen-year-old Case Becker and her eighteen-year —“

Sidney switched the channel.

“The Woodsboro double murder case. Authorities are baffled by the lack of clues salvaged —“

Sidney switched channels again.

Gale Weather came on the screen. “The town’s in shock and nobody can quite believe what has happened here, although this is not the first time this small community has endured such a tragedy. Only a year ago, Maureen Prescott, wife and mother was found raped and murdered not far from this peaceful town square.” A picture of the woman and a younger Sidney flashed on the screen.

Sidney turned off the television with a frustrated groan. I took it from her grasp before she could throw it across the room. She quietly thanked me and scooted down so she was lying on the couch. “Do you mind if I take a nap?” she mumbled.

“Go ahead.”

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lovely-ateez · 2 years

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I Hate That For You~

ꕥPosted: 3/30/22

ꕥGenre: Enemies to lovers, Angst, Fluff, Smut

ꕥPairing: Fem!Reader x Roomate!Wooyoung

ꕥWord count: 2.8k

ꕥWarnings: Pwp, Wooyoung is an asshole, reader is really going through it, yelling (from reader to Wooyoung and from Wooyoung to reader) language, unprotected sex, oral (f!receiving), it’s sweet at the end tho-

ꕥTaglist: @cappujinho @bobateastay @nevieatiny @onceonafullmoon

ꕥA/N: Reminder that this is a work of fiction. Please be kind to your roommates!

“WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU PUT OUR COOKING PANS?” You yelled from the kitchen floor, rummaging through the cabinets.

You heard a disembodied voice ring out from your shared bedroom, matching your anger, “I LITERALLY DON’T EVER USE THEM! YOU HAD THEM LAST!”

“YEAH I KNOW YOU DON’T USE THEM THAT’S WHY OUR ROOM IS FUCKING LITTERED WITH TAKEOUT TRASH!”

You hated your roommate. He was loud and obnoxious and overwhelmingly rude. If you had the money, you would’ve moved out of the apartment ages ago. You had never been a particularly aggressive person before you met him, but every snide comment from him made you want to punch him. Alas, as a college student all of your money went towards tuition and food, and you were unfortunately stuck with him.

“I don’t know why you hate him.” Your friend San asked one night, “Have you seen Wooyoung? He’s gorgeous. Honestly if you don’t hop on that I will.”

You scoffed, “I couldn’t care less what he looks like. His personality is shit, he’s a slob, he brings a different girl home to fuck almost every weekend—not quietly, might I add—and is always mean to me. Am I supposed to just discount that because of his looks?”

“I just don’t get it. He’s always nice to me when I come over.” San propped a hand under his chin, a small pout on his lips.

“He’s seemingly nice to everyone except me.”

“And you really don’t know why that is?” San asked, eyebrows furrowing.

You took a sip of your iced tea, looking at him with exhaustion, “Not a damn clue.”

You heard Wooyoung loudly stomp out to the kitchen. Annoyed, you craned your neck to face him, “What do you want?”

“Quit making so much goddamn noise, would you? I’m working on something important.”

“Oh, like what?” You gave a bitter laugh, “Seducing your next girl toy for this weekend? Because you certainly aren’t cleaning your side of the room.”

“At least I have sex! Maybe that’s why you’re such a bitch all the time.”

Your eyes widened, an overwhelming feeling to crush his skull coursing through you. As you stood you saw a flicker of fear in his eyes and you would’ve laughed in any other situation.

“Out.” You uttered under your breath.

Wooyoung’s face contorted to an expression of confusion, then offense. No doubt a second away from firing back with some rude comment.

You took one step closer to him, noticing the way his eyes drifted downward to your hand tightening on the spatula you were grasping.

“I said.” Two steps closer, “Get. Out.”

To your surprise he didn’t fight back. Wooyoung pressed his tongue to the side of his mouth and left out a breath, nodding and walking to the door, slamming it on his way out.

The instant he was gone you crumbled. Falling to the floor you began to sob. You were hungry, stressed, and beyond exhausted. Your head throbbed as it always did when you were around him, somehow even worse this time. If you had the energy to feel sexually frustrated, you probably would’ve felt that, too. You didn’t want to admit it—and you hadn’t to anyone but yourself—but you did find him attractive. Very attractive. And you cursed yourself for that.

And okay yeah, maybe you hadn’t had sex in a long time and yeah maybe your resolve for fighting your feelings about him was starting to crumble, but you couldn’t admit that to him. You’d survived living with him for three months and you could make it one more, just until the semester was over.

The tears streaming down your face made it almost impossible to see anything, but you reached for your phone on the kitchen counter regardless. You texted San, begging him to come over.

In record time, you heard a knock at your door. Pulling yourself together, you got to your feet and slowly put one foot in front of the other.

Prying the door open, you were greeted with a sympathetic face, “What did he do this time?”

You led San to the couch. Shutting your eyes out of frustration and willing the tears to stop, you grabbed a pillow and held it tight to your chest. In between hiccups and sobs you retold the event, a few stray tears streaming down your face as you did so.

“Oh sweetie,” San wrapped you into a tight hug and let you bury your head into his shoulders, taking all the time from him you needed.

“How about we go out?” He asked, wiping a tear from your cheek, “We could go shopping or get boba or do whatever you’d like.”

You nodded, eager to do anything to get away from your apartment. And so, you left with San, spending the day ignoring the homework glaring your direction and sipping on far too expensive boba. By the time the sun was setting, you sighed, knowing you’d have to face Wooyoung once more.

“Think you’ll be okay?” San asked as you sat in his car outside your apartment.

“I’m gonna have to be. I have to go back sooner or later.”

San nodded, pulling you into a hug once more. “If he pulls any bullshit, I swear to god give me a call and I’ll beat his ass.”

You smiled at your friend. “Thanks, San.”

You felt dread creep over your body as you opened the car door and walked up to your apartment. You closed your eyes as you unlocked the door and pressed on the knob to open the door. Walking in, you saw Wooyoung propping his feet up on the table in front of the couch. A TV show you didn’t recognize was on screen.

“Oh god you’re back.” Wooyoung sighed, “I was really hoping you’d leave me alone for a while after yelling at me this morning.”

Feeling completely drained, your voice came out in a whisper. “Why are you so fucking mean to me?” You didn’t realize why his expression softened until you felt a few tears begin to run down your cheek. Again.

His voice was more gentle this time, his eyes softening as he took in the sight of you crying for the first time. “You’re mean to me, too.”

“Because I have to be! How else am I supposed to react when you call me a bitch or say mean things to me? Am I supposed to just take it?” You walked closer to him, determined to prove your point.

Wooyoung ran a hand through his hair. He stood up and took several steps towards you, his other hand resting on his hip. “You want the truth?”

“Yes!”

“I don’t know how to act around you.”

Your brows furrowed, “And? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I try to piss you off because you’re really hot when you’re mad, but I don’t know when I take it too far or how to stop.” His eyes darted between yours, gauging your reaction.

You blinked, not fully processing his words. “Then why do you bring girls home every weekend?”

His eyebrows narrowed, “Because I’m trying to make you jealous! It’s obviously not working!”

“Yeah obviously!” You crossed your arms, trying to hold onto the remaining anger you had, but you couldn’t help but notice what San had been talking about earlier. His sharp jawline, beautiful tanned skin, the way his tight clothes hugged his fit body...his plump lips which were looking far, far too soft at the moment.

Wooyoung noticed your staring and moved a hand to tilt your chin up, forcing your eyes to lock with his.

“Kiss me.” He ordered.

“What?” You asked with much less conviction than you intended. You could feel your anger fading, being taken place by the fire igniting in your lower abdomen.

His face became more serious, “If you don’t want this, say so and we’ll pretend it never happened. I’ll understand.”

Slight panic set in, and in fear that you’d never get another chance, you kissed him hard. He instantly returned the kiss, letting go of your jaw and running his hands down the sides of your body. You shivered, his actions fanning the desire within you.

He chuckled darkly, “Cute.”

You whimpered and reached down to wrap your hands around his belt, grabbing it and pulling him closer to you.

“Nuh-uh. You’re gonna be patient, understood?”

“I don’t have to be anything.”

“Then I’m not gonna help you get off. You want that? Hmm”

You whined, reluctantly shaking your head. Wooyoung bit your lip and pushed you to sit down on the couch.

“Take your shorts off.”

You didn’t want to question how quickly you became submissive to him, or how desperately you wanted him inside you, because you couldn’t. Part of you felt like you couldn’t even fully process everything that was happening. You just wanted him to touch you, please you, give you something.

He smirked when you tossed your shorts to the side, eyes lingering on the blue lace panties you were wearing. He placed his arms on either side of you, lips beginning to dance down the side of your neck, taking in how you squirmed beneath him.

Wooyoung placed a few sloppy kisses on your neck that left you whining before leaning in close to one of your ears, “You’re completely soaked. Do I turn you on that much, princess?”

You closed your eyes, nodding eagerly.

“Use your words. You can do that, can’t you?”

“Yes.” You squeaked.

You felt his fingers lightly brush the inside of your thighs, getting so close to where you wanted him to touch you, but never reaching it.

“Please.” You begged, out of breath even though he had barely touched you.

“Please what?”

You opened your eyes, “Please touch me. I need you so bad.”

He growled and ran a finger along your clothed slit, prompting you to wrap your arms around his neck, your hips bucking up into his fingers.

“Tell me,” He whispered, voice becoming deeper by the second, “How long has it been for you? A month? Two?”

You shook your head, “Over a year.”

“Ah,” Wooyoung chuckled, “This will be fun, then. Won’t it?”

“You better not draw this out.” You said, not at all sounding threatening.

“Oh darling, don’t tempt me.”

You huffed, removing a hand from his neck and running it down his chest before slightly dragging your hands over his clothed erection. His breathing sped up and you smiled.

Cute, you thought.

As if he could read your thoughts, one of his hands slipped under your panties, fingers rubbing agonizingly slow circles on your clit. You gasped, your hand halting it’s movements as you felt my brain fog over, legs already twitching slightly.

Wooyoung’s lips moved back to your neck, quickly finding your most sensitive spots and kissing them repeatedly. He pulled away to remove your shirt, then bra. Before you instinctively went to cover your chest, he took one of your nipples in his mouth, his hand toying with the other. Your back arched as you moaned his name, weaving your hands through this hair. His free hand once again returned to your core, playing with the clothed bud.

“Oh for the love of god take them off.” You complained, surprised when he actually slid your panties down your legs.

His dark orbs remained on your heat before flicking up to your eyes, “You’re so pretty, you know? I had no doubt you’d have a pretty pussy, too.”

You flushed, feeling embarrassed only temporarily before you felt his fingers brush over your slit, embarrassment disappearing as you watched as he lowered his head and took your clit in his mouth, sucking the sensitive bud.

“Wooyoung-g fuck. Don’t stop!”

He chuckled, the vibrations stimulating you further. He pushed a digit into you, curling it as he did so, soon pressing another in.

“F-feels good. Better than my—fingers.”

“You touch yourself, baby?”

“Yes,” you moaned, “When you’re not here.”

“Such a shame. Why don’t you ask me for help next time, mmm?”

His cocky tone both pissed you off and turned you on, both he was becoming very good at. “Shut up and eat me out, Wooyoung.”

He growled, a borderline primal noise that caused a whine to leave your lips, “Say please.”

Before you could say a word, he pressed two fingers into you, stretching you out. Bending down to ear, he spoke again, “Say please, my princess.”

Your resolve was wearing, and at this point you didn’t care what you said or how pathetic you sounded, as long as he got you off.

“Please!”

Wooyoung smiled and moved back to your core, swirling his tongue around your most sensitive areas. You’d lost count of the amount of times you had moaned his name and begged for him to continue, but you didn’t care. You only cared about release and you were so, so close. You knew he could tell, too, based on his movements.

“Let go for me, y/n.”

As you felt your release, Wooyoung rubbed small circles on your thighs, smiling at you sweetly.

“Take me into the bedroom. You’re not fucking me on this couch.” You managed to say through ragged breaths.

“You’re hot when you try to boss me around.”

“I’m hot all the time, fuck you.”

He let out a full laugh—why had you never noticed his dimples before?—and began leaving kisses along your neck again.

You sighed, “Okay this is absolutely unfair.”

“Why’s that?” He asked, before continued his actions.

“You’ve still got all your clothes on.”

He smiled, “Guess we’ll have to fix that then.”

Without a word he picked you up, carrying you princess style to your bedroom, plopping you on the bed.

“Why do we have to fuck on my bed?”

“We don’t have to fuck at all if you-”

“No wait, wait I’m sorry.” You pleaded, desperation taking over.

Wooyoung laughed, pulling his shirt over his head and discarding the rest of his clothes before climbing on top, eyes devouring every inch of you.

“You should stop wearing shirts. Like for good.” You traced your hands down his abs, watching him chuckle.

“You should just never wear clothes again, beautiful.” He leaned down to your ear, breath tickling your skin, “Are you ready, baby girl?”

You nodded.

“That’s not a yes.”

“Christ. Literally just fuck me please!”

Flipping you on your stomach, he grabbed your ass and raised it in the air. Wordlessly he entered you, groaning as he stretched you out. You felt his nails grip hard into your ass, but you could hardly care as his continuous motions were making your eyes roll back.

Stings of moans and pleads left your mouth, muffled by the bedsheets as he endlessly left you breathless. In the few moments that you were able to have conscious thoughts, you wondered if this was like drugs were like. You felt intoxicated, completely out of breath. And you wanted like hell for it not to stop.

You let yourself give into him fully. Letting go of all the tension and stress you’d built up for months.

What a place you’ve ended up with him. You let out a small laugh, knowing your friends would never believe you were fucking the man who had made your life hell for so long.

“You laughing at me?” Wooyoung asked, confused.

You turned to look at him. He was as beautiful as ever. His tan skin glazed with a thin layer of sweat, his usually styled hair a mess.

“You’re a lot more tolerable like this, you know?” You jabbed at him with a laugh.

Wooyoung laughed, picking up his pace as he found your clit and began to toy with it, “So are you, dear.”

In an instant, without any warning it seemed, you were cumming hard. His name was falling from your lips with incoherent moans. His motions continued as he rode you out through your orgasm before you pulled him away from sensitivity.

“You still gonna yell at me after all that?” You asked in a half-joking manner.

Wooyoung let out a groan, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. He nuzzled his head against your neck. “Not if you don’t yell at me first.”

You were silent, weighing on whether to ask the question in your brain, afraid of the answer. “Do you…do you regret it?”

Wooyoung looked taken aback, his face scrunching in confusion. “No, god no. Why?”

“I mean we weren’t exactly close before.”

Wooyoung rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling in thought. “No, not exactly. But,” He sat up beside you, running his fingers along your face, “I’d like to try to be. If that’s alright with you.”

Your heart fluttered. And for once, you let it. “I’d really like that.”

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astaroth1357 · 3 years

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Demigod MC Series: Dionysus

Hey y’all, sorry for going dark! I’m alright, almost completely recovered in fact! I just got so sleepy while my body was fighting stuff off and couldn’t really work up the energy to write... Still going to be spotty for a short time, but I’m glad to have gotten this done. See ya soon!

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus

Lucifer

Well, this mortal stumbled out of the portal covered in glitter, body paint, and carrying a red solo cup… which they proceeded to stare at like, "'ell sshhit… Thiz iz sum stron s'uff…"

First impressions were not on their side here.

He spent a depressingly long amount of time more or less assuming that the MC was a drunken f-up and spent the first few months trying to make them more… presentable.

But like… How do you stop someone from acting like a drunk fool when they can turn any drink they touch alcoholic???

For months they would show up to meetings buzzed or stumbling, all smiles and all giggles but HORRIBLY unprofessional, and he just couldn't stand it!

But then he found out their little secret…

Assassination threats befall the exchange students all the time. Most of them are dealt with quickly but some (through skill or dumb luck) manage to slip through...

He had been walking with the MC through their new vineyard in the House's courtyard, yet again trying to lecture them about their drunken behavior, when suddenly the two were ambushed!

Ten or so heavily armored demons dropped down from the sky to attack them! Lucifer was so preoccupied that he got cornered by three of them and it took him a hot minute to destroy them.

When he looked back at the mortal (who had been fighting a 1-on-7) he was certain they'd have been kidnapped or worse…

But he saw that they had already cut down two attackers with their weapon with ease. The other five were rolling in the dirt, babbling about inexplicable terrors and imaginary pain as their minds succumbed to madness…

Meanwhile, the MC just stood in the middle of it all with the icy glare of someone who’s just revealed how stone-cold sober they've always been under the surface...

When they turned back to him, they put their usual ditzy smile back on over the tormented wails of the demons around them...

MC: Whoopsie… Gotta little mad there. 🙂

He uh… took a big ol'step off their back after that. Surprisingly, they're more pleasant (and less dangerous) "drunk" than they are sober…

Mammon

Oh HELL yeah!! Lucifer actually gave him a mortal that knows how to party!!

Admittedly, they looked like utter trash when they first met, like, "Hey, I've been at this party since DAWN" trash, but they gave him one good look and pulled together a surprisingly hot smile.

MC: "-ey yer cute… Ya like strip poker?"

Spoken like someone else who also makes shit decisions… They were going to get along just fine!

And they did. The MC to him was that one friend that's always down for anything. Just anything. Whenever. Wherever.

He wants to try sneaking into Lucifer's room to steal stuff? Sure, what time?

He wants to take a mattress and see if he can ride it down the grand staircase of the palace? Alright, we bringin' pillows too?

He needs to set up another scheme that's gotta involve live rats and box of tiny hats and monocles?? That's oddly specific but count them in!!

Sometimes he honestly can't tell if they're laid back or just crave chaos... but it works out fine for him either way so who cares? 🤷‍♀️

And if you think normal Mammon is a pain in the ass for Lucifer? Check out drunk Mammon. All the same urges but literally none of the (marginal) competence!!

At one point, the eldest ended up stringing both Mammon and the MC from the ceiling after they both barged into his office looking for Goldie… while he was still in there… watching them wander around aimlessly calling out for a piece of plastic like it was a missing puppy…

They end up together on the ceiling a lot come to think of it, but hey, at least now he has some company. 😌

Leviathan

Thinks they're the most normal normie to have ever normed on this normie planet!!!

No, seriously. They're a billion times worse than Asmo!! All they want to do is go to parties and drink all the time! What kind of use is he to someone like that??

… That being said they ARE pretty fun to be around… And their sake is WAY better than anything he could get off Akuzon!!

They also like karaoke too! So at least he has someone else to go with (even if they get so drunk they can’t remember any lyrics and just belt barely coherent discount Mariah Carey vocals behind him...)

Of course, the real fun between these two is everybody else getting to watch a couple of the Devildom's sloppiest drunks attempt to communicate with each other…

Levi: MMM-*hic*-MCCC…!!! *throws himself at them from across the bar*

MC: What Leviachan??? 😨 Did the chair kick you off?!

Levi: Nooo! *pokes their cheek* I wanna-I wanna tell you sometin'...! *tries pulling them closer*

MC: Whaa? Secrets?? *leans in eagerly*

Levi: Mammon used all ma money on’a pyramid scheme a thou-zand years ago… AND HE STILL WON'T PAY ME BAAA-!!! 😭😭 *starts shaking them violently*

MC: *getting flung around like a limp noodle* Waaaat?! Nooo!!! I'm so sowwy!! 😢

Mammon: *watching it all go down right next to him* 😑 Ya guys need some water… I'm cuttin' ya off, got it?

MC: 😱 Shut yer whore mouth, criminal!! *starts pelting him with pretzel bites*

Levi: 😤 Yah!! *joins in*

Good thing he's a shut-in, because the hangovers he gets after those escapades are unreal…

Satan

A little concerned for their liver, honestly… How much damage have they already done to the poor thing...?

But at the same time, he'll be damned if they don't make some utterly fantastic wine!

Alcokinesis wasn't a power he would have pegged a demigod to have but apparently the great art of making drinks comes from their godly DNA.

When they first met, he was trying to get the MC to act less slovenly but made the mistake of agreeing to a wager: he'd let them dress however they pleased if they could give him the BEST drink he'd ever tasted.

Now, Satan isn't a huge drinker (thank you terrible alcohol tolerance), but he's still a man of fine tastes. Plus, he's sampled Demonus from Diavolo royal stock before. They should not have won…

But on that day, he had to let them go to RAD in a pink blanket toga... 😑 Their wine is just THAT good.

He hates to admit it, but they've gotten him drunk more times than he could probably count too… He's not a huge fan of clubbing with them and the others, but if they bring over a bottle from their vineyard he just can't resist. They're a master of their craft, truly.

And it's a good thing he likes their drinks so much, because if they called him, "Kitty-boy," when he's sober, he may have just become a sour grape himself…

They also may or may not have copious amounts of blackmail material of him either meowing between sentences, sobbing over some fictional character he likes, pole dancing on dares….

Yeah, he's been trying to destroy their phone for months now. If Lucifer were to see ANY of that, he's done for… 😣

He has also been meaning to ask them about other aspects of their abilities, their father is also the God of Madness after all, but anytime he tries to bring it up they shove another glass in his hand and tell him not to kill the mood...

Eh. What's the harm in having another drink, right? 🤷‍♀️

Asmodeus

Honey. He's MET Dionysus. He's been to a Dio-party or two and they're INSANE. He could not be more thrilled by this!!!

He practically scooped them up on the first night that they were in the House and it’s practically been a nonstop rave between these two ever since. They’re like the party twin he never knew he needed!!

He absolutely abuses their ability to turn pretty much any drink they touch into alcohol at clubs. It makes the nights so much easier on the wallet PLUS it makes an excellent little party trick to impress the succubi! Who doesn’t want a free drink? 😏

And can he just say that their drinks are better? Just flat out amazing! If it weren’t so unhealthy he’d consider drinking nothing but their booze and wine for the rest of his days, Satan’s certainly getting close to it.

But little does Satan know, he’s not even getting the GOOD stuff...

There’s the normal wine: grapes picked from the vineyard, hand squeezed, then magically helped through the fermenting process. But their real good stuff? They were given enchanted oak barrels from their father and anything that comes out of those is worth starting a WAR over. 😩

He knows, because he gifted an extra bottle to Diavolo once and Barbs came to him the very next day demanding to know what vineyard had produced it with the look of man willing to annex a small nation...

Asmo had to beg Lucifer to talk to Diavolo after the butler more or less kidnapped the MC back to the Castle… Devil knows even Barbs wouldn’t ever be able to reproduce their wine, so they could have been locked there for eternity!!

Thankfully, he got his party-buddy back and their debauchery continued! (Just now with Barbatos following them around sometimes like he’s trying to gather state secrets... It’s an impossible task but he hasn’t given up yet, bless his black heart.)

Beelzebub

He isn't much bothered by their carefree nature, at least they seem to be having fun with his family which he appreciates. 🙂

To be honest, though, he nearly ate them when they first met because they smell like freshly peeled grapes… and for good reason.

By their third day at the House they had (somehow) planted and cultivated a full on vineyard in the courtyard. Hell, the wall growing to their bedroom balcony was covered in grapevines!! Always ripe and completely healthy in defiance of the lack of sun... Whatever magic they used was strong.

And, of course, their grapes were also delicious! Easily among the best fruits he's ever tasted! Every cluster is ridiculously plump, juicy, and sweet like little droplets of pure Heaven… 🤤

When their fruit first ripened, the MC came out with a basket to collect some only to find Beel had gouged himself on over half of their crop!!!

… which may have been why he got snared up on one of the courtyard walls by pissed off grapevines... Even with all his strength, he couldn't break through them and had to wait for Lucifer to cut him down… 😔

From then on, Beel was pretty much the pesky rabbit to the MC's harvest. They had to set up traps and magical barriers to keep him from their precious grapes…!! Which inevitably meant one of his brothers had to come rescue him from their furious vines at least once a week... 🙄

SOMETIMES, the MC will bring him along to help harvest with them with the deal that he can have an extra basket for however many he helps them pick. But the second he takes a bite he shouldn't, it’s back on the wall!

Out of the vineyard, they're nice enough. But put some grapes between these two and they're mortal enemies… STOP messing with their plants, Beel!! 😤

Belphegor

So… this drunken fool is supposed to get him out of the attic? Never mind, this is never going to work…

He was SEVERELY underwhelmed when the "human" finally made it up the steps. This was who they decided to bring for their exchange program? They seemed like they could barely stand!

Naturally, he figured all the better for him. They probably wouldn't even last that long!

Some poor, incompetent human falling victim to a demon out there? Diavolo's reputation would in tatters and he wouldn't even have to lift a finger! (His favorite way of doing things really 😌).

But… they just kept coming back? Like. Nothing was killing them….! How guarded were they keeping this moron??

Or… maybe it was something else?

Sure, the MC seemed like a drunken idiot but there were times when he'd swear that they were just… too aware to be sloshed…

MC: *suddenly stops smiling at him mid-conversation and looks him in the eye* You tilt your head when you lie. You know that?

How can someone so cheerful ALSO be so unnerving…?

So really, he should have seen their sudden heel-turn after they opened the door coming. There he was, fully intending to take them by surprise and choke them after a hug…

...and they knocked him down, climbed onto his back like a spider monkey, and rode him around like a bucking bull using his horns like handlebars!!

It wouldn’t have been AS humiliating if they didn’t also keep shouting things like "Giddiyap!" And "Yee-haw!!"

It took him a whole month to be sure that any and all footage of that nightmare was erased and he STILL hates the MC quite a bit for it…. But he's too scared to attack them now, so…

The lesson here? It's not a fair fight when one side’s crazy... 😔😒

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me demigods

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bakusquad-assemble · 3 years

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Can I request a Sero x reader/Bakusquad x reader who is dealing with a panic attack after Class 1A deals with yet another villain. Also no rush and I absolutely love your writing!

Aw, thank you so so much! I love being able to write for you! I also love all the love Sero gets on this blog, I’m not sure I do his character justice but damn we love to see it. No warnings on this one, just some sweet comfort and fluff. Hope you enjoy!

The sound of blaring sirens pierced through the night sky, dark and cold save for the flashing red lights that illuminated the students of class 1A. They sat huddled close together, blankets pulled tightly around their shoulders in attempts to bring them some semblance of comfort. It seemed as if your class was a target for misfortune, like the group of students were always in the wrong place at the wrong time. If you were being honest with yourself, the fear of the evil lurking around the corner at any given moment was really starting to get to you. You all somehow managed to escape each attack relatively unscathed, except for a few cuts and bruises that would heal in time, but you were still shaken to your core every time and couldn’t find the strength to keep it down any longer. You’re not quite sure when you started crying, letting the salty tears soak down your blood stained cheeks, but you didn’t even attempt to quell them. You let them consume you, wracking your body with sobs in hopes that it would bring you some solace. Instead you felt your body tremble, your stomach churning with all of the fear that you had kept down for far too long. You slapped your hand over your mouth as you whimpered out involuntarily, in hopes that no one would shift their attention to you.

That hope was shattered almost immediately though as the tall black haired boy who sat next to you straightened his back at attention. He had heard you take in a sharp breath, and upon locking eyes with your form he found his heart dropping in his chest like it was attached to a ton of weights; sinking to the bottom of a treacherous sea with ease. Hanta Sero has had a crush on you for some time now. There was just something about you he found so enticing, like a magnetic force was constantly surrounding you and pulling him in every time he wandered too close. You were best friends, constantly sharing laughs and inside jokes in the hallways at school, or having deep conversations late at night in the dorm common rooms. He cared about you so deeply, and seeing you like this; covered in your own tears and blood and shaking in fear, made him sick to his stomach. He was quick to act, his large hand reaching out for the small of your back to lend you consolation, but when you jumped back from him he quickly pulled away and put his hands up in the most non threatening way he could muster. You hadn’t meant to react like that to Sero’s touch, in fact, you craved his warmth more than ever right now. You wanted nothing more than to be engulfed by his comforting embrace as he whispered his latest horrible joke into your ear- managing to pull a laugh from your salty and cracked lips, but your body was on high alert after tonight. Luckily, Sero understood completely.

“Hey, it’s okay! It’s just me.” He reassured, his hands still up in the air in attempts to show you he meant no harm. He offered a sweet smile, despite feeling that same fear that overtook you, and you felt your body relax ever so slightly. You sniffled, wiping at your eyes with the sleeves of your sweatshirt as the tears continued to spill like rushing waterfalls.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” you choked out, voice barely audible among the commotion that surrounded the two of you, but Sero heard you clear as day. He could see everything he needed to know written in your pinched expression. You were petrified, and he was going to do everything in his power to make you feel better.

“Woah, hey! don’t apologize!” Sero started, cautiously moving his hands down in front of him and reaching out for one of your hands,trying his best to read your expressions as he did so. You didn’t pull away and he delicately wrapped his large hand in your smaller one, his thumb rubbing comforting circles atop your soft skin. He felt his cheeks heat up as he realized he’s never really touched you this intimately before. He tried his best to shake the sensation, and was thankful for the dark night sky for hiding the flush that consumed his features.

“Nothings wrong with you, y/n! I think we’re all a bit shaken up after that and it’s totally normal to be upset.”

The remnants of the dam that you had been holding up broke at Sero’s words, and suddenly you were sobbing uncontrollably and throwing yourself into his arms. The choked noises of anguish gained the attention of some classmates nearby, but you didn’t notice, nor care. You were lost in your own thoughts, in the fear of what could have happened, and the only thing keeping you grounded was Seros arms wrapping tightly around your torso and pulling you in against his chest. He brought the comforting circular motions to your back in efforts to soothe you while he rested his chin comfortably on the top of your head. If you were a bit more aware of your surroundings, perhaps you’d have noticed the way Sero’s heartbeat ran rampant in his chest, or the way his hands got clammy with nerves on your low back, but instead your mind lulled it out.

It was Kaminari’s voice that permeated the air first, though you kept your head situated in Sero’s chest, finding refuge in his closeness.

“Oh man, are they okay?” Kaminari stood awkwardly in front of the two of you, pulling his blanket snuggly over his shoulders to keep it from falling to the ground. Sero’s only response was to pull you in tighter and shake his head. Kaminari sighed out, his voice wavering as if he had just gotten over crying himself. You couldn’t help but look up from the confines of Sero’s chest just a bit, eyebrows pinched up in curiosity.

“Mind if I join you guys? Mineta isn’t exactly the best company in a time like this.” He tried to keep his voice light and playful, shooting your newly emerged face a warm smile. Kaminari didn’t wait for a response,however; instead picking the unoccupied spot next to you and squeezing in tight, enjoying the comfort the closeness brought him.

“Mineta is never good company, Bro. He’s a little scumbag” Sero quipped, sending a smile the electric boy's way. Kaminari chuckled, shrugging defeatedly.

“Hey! he can be funny sometimes!”

“I think that makes you a little scumbag too, dude. ”

You felt your throat stutter as you let out a breathy laugh. It came out choked and water logged, but it was a sweet little laugh nonetheless. Both of their expressions lit up, looking at each other before moving their eyes down to you, shocked by the sweet sound escaping your lips. Sero smiled widely, pulling you in just a bit tighter as he felt your shoulders get lighter. These boys always knew how to pull it out of you, and despite the fear still bubbling deep inside, their playful banter had you feeling kind of normal again.

“Woah, hey! Why didn’t we get an invite to the “we almost died but we didn’t and we still kickin it somehow” snuggle fest? Move over! I need some!” Minas voice was perky per usual, but even you could detect the hints of worry laced between each syllable. She was just able to use her personality to hide it well, something you had never been more envious of than right now. You straightened your back, pulling away from Sero to get a better view of the rest of your friends approaching. You tried your best to wipe your face free of any remnants of your breakdown, though seemingly impossible with the current state you were in. Mina was pulling Kirishima along behind her by the hand, keeping him close for comfort reasons you figured, and a certain scowling blonde wasn’t too far behind. It was as if he was tethered to the redhead, following against his will and dissatisfied with his new change of scenery, yet he continued to follow with a pout and his arms crossed heavily over his chest. After knowing bakugou for so long, though. His demeanor didn’t shake you, nor did his booming tone as he spoke up above the noise.

“The hell you all whining for? Some hero’s you are for being afraid of some lowlife discount villains that couldn’t even kill a bunch of high schoolers!” Kirishima nudged Bakugou hard, causing him to shoot the red haired boy an evil glare. It didn’t shake Kirishima though, he just shook his head at his blonde best friend.

“Read the room, Bakubro. We’re all kinda messed up about it. Even the manliest people get scared sometimes, you should know. ” Bakugou clicked his tongue in frustration, dropping onto the ground with a thud and pulling his knee up to rest his arm on it.

“I’d never be scared by some shitty ass villains and neither should you! They didn’t stand a chance against us! You’re all alive so stop complaining” Bakugou had locked eyes with you, and deep down you knew this was his makeshift way of trying to cheer you up. His way to remind you how strong you were, despite the tears and snot that ran down your face. You nodded softly to him, a faint smile ghosting your lips, and he quickly averted his gaze to anywhere but you. Mumbling something under his breath that you couldn’t quite make out but appreciated nonetheless. You watched Kirishima take a spot of the ground near Kaminari, and Mina dropped to her knees in front of you, her eyes welling with the same tears that plagued yours. Her smile was gentle, caring, and it made you feel safe. Safe despite everything that had happened to all of you just a few hours earlier. In fact, just being surrounded by your friends filled you with a sense of comfort that you didn’t expect yourself to find. You weren’t sure if it was simply their presence, or if it was the puffy eyes and wordless smiles of understanding that laid hidden on their expressions.

“You alright, baby?” Mina asked, her soft and well manicured hands coming to rest on your soaked cheeks. And despite it all, you nodded. The tiny smile still ever present on your face. Because for the first time tonight, you were reminded that no matter how hard things get, no matter how many villains tried to tear you down, you would always have your friends to pick you back up- to put a smile on your face with ease when you felt just minutes prior that you may never smile again. You could never thank them enough.

“Yeah, I will be.”

#bnha #mha #sero x reader #sero hanta #bakusquad imagines #bakusquad #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijiro #mina ashido #kaminari denki #bnha imagines #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction #mha imagines #bakusquad x reader #gn!reader

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crossroad-of-fate · 3 years

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Cheer Up, Baby!

You tried to focus on completing your history essay but it was rather tough with the extra weight on your back constricting your movement. Floyd Leech was shamelessly draped over you, intentionally putting all his body weight against yours. His long arms wrapped loosely around your waist and you're starting to get worried because he hasn't shown any signs of letting go yet.

Floyd came to you after receiving a series of scolding by Azul. Grumbling about how annoying his dorm leader is and that Azul didn't have to react the way he did.

In truth, Floyd thought it'd be funny to prank one of the customers at Mostro Lounge with a rubber toy that resembled a cockroach. So he threw it at the poor unsuspecting student who immediately jumped out of his seat when the 'roach' landed on his lap.

But he didn't stop there. The students went so far as to climb on top of the table to escape, screaming and frightening the other students and causing chaos to the entirety of Octavinelle. You could imagine the Octavinelle Dorm Leader's dumbfounded expression.

"It wasn't my fault the guppy jumped on the table and fell on Jade.." His mouth was pressed on your back and made his voice sound muffled.

You were a bit surprised that Floyd remained grumpy for quite a while since he was famous for changing moods out of the blue. What had happened must have really dragged him down.

"Was Azul really mad?" You asked carefully, feeling a bit tired from holding your sitting position with the tall boy's added weight.

"You wanna know what he said?" Floyd's temple scrunched up as he mimicked Azul's voice, "Floyd! Look what you've done! I've told you to stop playing pranks on our customers! Quit acting like a 6-year-old on a sugar rush!"

"He didn't have to be so angry~! Don't you think he's being too dramatic?" Huffing and grumbling, he moved to sit on a chair by your side, laying his head on the table.

You exhaled in relief at the loss of weight from your back, a blissful smile painting your face. But you hid it quickly so Floyd wouldn't misunderstand.

"To be perfectly honest senpai.. I think he isn't being dramatic." You started with a very calm and friendly tone. "It isn't wrong for you to want to have fun but you have to know when it's not okay. Like when you're working or when you're studying."

"And your prank ended up injuring a few people, that makes it even more worse!" He looked like a kicked eel, bottom lip protruding outwards and staring at you with tear-filled eyes.

"Shrimpy thinks I messed up too?"

"Well- Uhm- yeah.."

......

"UWAAAAAAH."

You jumped in your seat, instinctively blocking your face with both arms to protect yourself when Floyd began wailing and sobbing uncontrollably. Gripping the fabric of his pants while tears flowed from his eyes like a waterfall in the middle of a storm. Other students frowned at the sound of his cries and gave a dirty look to your direction.

"Shut up or so help me." You hissed and they quickly turned their heads away, with some even running out of the library.

You turned back to the now sniffling eel. Floyd had turned his back on you, refusing to face you no matter what you say or how many times you poked his back. Great, now he was sulking at you.

You started to pout yourself, feeling slightly guilty for being so blunt with an emotionally wrecked Floyd but it had to be done.

"Floyd-senpai!" You whined at him and he deliberately ignored you in place of playing with his magic pen, pretending to be fascinated by it to tick you off further.

You leaned yourself against his back, turning the tables on him now by weighing him down. "Just because I think you messed up doesn't mean I'll hate you forever, you know? You can apologize and try to fix your mistake."

"In my opinion, Azul and Jade have probably forgiven you by now."

He shifted his body and very quietly asked, "Really?"

"Really." You confirmed, you patted his head reassuringly and Floyd gazed into your eyes in a daze. Something fluttered inside his stomach when you smiled at him. At the entry of the library, you saw his twin standing there, watching your interaction.

You immersed yourself back to Floyd, your hand moving down towards his shoulder. "Do you want to apologize to Jade and Azul?" Your eyes sparkle with a hint of something he couldn't recognize but he simply nodded at your question.

You signaled him to look behind and he found Jade by the doorway, waving at him with a knowing smile. Floyd bounced out of his chair and collided with his twin in a hug, Jade had opened his arms the moment Floyd took his first step towards him.

You saw them conversing for a few seconds after they parted from the embrace. Jade chuckled onto his fist and patted his brother's shoulder with a closed-eye smile. You expected them to just leave together and a delighted smile decorated your face when Floyd ran back towards you.

Floyd wrapped his arms around you, bending down because you still sat on the chair and this time you returned his embrace, patting his back in a friendly manner. You melted into the physical affection.

"Squeeze~ hehe~" his face felt cool against your neck and his hair tickled your jaw. You were very satisfied when you heard him laugh. He parted from you and ruffled your hair with his hand, smiling widely like a child to his favorite stuffed toy.

"See ya, Shrimpy~"

You waved as the twins exited the library together. Floyd enthusiastically waved back while Jade gave you a simple nod. The next day you woke up with a 1 free meal discount ticket from Mostro Lounge slid under your door and a very cheerful Floyd greeted you when you went there for lunch.

Now Azul just chucks Floyd at you whenever he gets moody. Telling you to work your magic and cheer him up. Needless to say, Floyd became even more attached to you.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #floyd leech #octavinelle #floyd leech x reader #road work ahead #octavinelle x reader #imagine

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FRESHMAN YEAR — IWAIZUMI HAJIME.

— iwaizumi hajime.

⤷ genre: college au - fluff / smut

⤷ warnings: cursing, mature content and themes, smut, oral (receiving and giving), unprotected sex

⤷ word count: 6.2k

— a/n: this was an anon request for a reader trying to sneak off away from iwa the morning after and he ain’t having none of that 😈

i had no intention of this being so long, but iwa just gets me going aight!!

freshman year of college had given you many things.

an unrivalled expertise in procrastination - avoiding the overwhelming influx of assignments from your professors was second-nature at this point; party now, cry later, right? carpe fucking diem, no? either way, it had also given you a liver which begged for a glass of water, a drop even, anything but the wretched burn of vodka and the copious amounts of iced lattes at three in the morning. and deities forbid your mother ever finding out her daughter lived off of spicy instant ramen that somehow was always on sale at the campus convenience store. you even considered the discounted prices stemmed from the store owners taking pity on you each time you stood before them counting loose change.

yet freshman year of college had also given you a best friend in the form of matsukawa issei. and hanamaki takahiro, since they were a package deal of course. but mattsun had been presented to you on a silver platter.

butt ass naked, just like the day he was brought into this world.

arriving on campus a week before the start of the first semester, the last thing you expected to see was a hunched over figure, bare ass mooning right in front of you, banging on the fragile door of your dorm. shaking out of your stupor, you had all but cussed him out in the corridor, earning more unnecessary attention from other nosy students, before you dragged him by his arm into your room. in the flurry of your attempted rescue, he’d dropped the hand that was holding whatever sliver of dignity he had left. you had even failed to realise how this strange boy was almost a foot taller than you, and rather being eye-to-eye, it was rather eye-to-waist - and you had made the mistake of glancing lower.

“yeah lil’ big mattsun is a looker, right?” you prayed everyday to forget his first words to you. the prayers had yet to be answered, though your initial reaction had made it somewhat alright to think back on.

you had screamed bloody murder, sending mattsun into a frenzied panic, his own screams harmonising yours. then you had cried, furiously rubbing at your eyes, and sobbing about how your eyes would never be the same again. when he had reached out to comfort you, that’s when you turned on him, jumping upwards to swat at his bony shoulders. after he tumbled over your rug, the two of you halted, eyeing each other before laughing like maniacs.

he left your dorm that day, running off in your pink fluffy robe with plans to meet up later for dinner. when he introduced you to the pink-haired makki - the reason behind mattsun’s nudity at your door, though the specifics were lost - the three of you hit it off like a bunch of crazies.

most days were spent between your dorm and their shared apartment; stress eating over forgotten assignments, binging shitty reality tv shows - the bachelor was just hitting different this season - and pre-gaming a bit too hard before nights out.

it had confused you at first on how, as much as you were over at their apartment, you had yet to meet their other roommate. makki had told you he was a close friend from back home in miyagi, the serious type who spent most of his time training, studying or working; and it was mattsun who had said he was a total mom, “he’s our mommy,” were his exact words, adding to the list of things you wish you could forget.

it was probably around two months into the semester, when you’d finally met their elusive third roommate.

that night mattsun, makki and you were in a rare state of focus, working diligently on your own respective papers, when they’d nominated you to heat up some frozen pizza to snack on. which is how you found yourself, grumbling, bent at the waist to place the pizza in the oven; ignorant to the jingling of keys, and heavyset footsteps entering the kitchen.

“well this is something new to come home to.”

you jolted at the sound of the unfamiliar voice, whacking the side of your skull on the edge of the counter in a haste to stand up to your full height. you cursed loudly, hand pressed against the throbbing pain in your head as you turned to glare at the culprit. though that was cut short, alongside your breathing, by the sexiest man alive you had ever laid your eyes on, entering your personal space.

he towered over you, not in the same way as mattsun or makki, but what he lacked in height, he made up for in brawn. your eyes greedily traced his body; the steel gray gym shirt clung to him like a second skin, eight slight dips outlining his abs and his wide chest. broad shoulders blocked your view from everything irrelevant behind him, and you watched, almost in slow motion, as his biceps flexed under the tight confines of his shirt sleeves, to reach out and place his much larger hand over yours. you felt every fibre in your being going into overdrive under his unexpected touch, and all he was doing was checking over the swelled up island on your forehead.

“are you alright, y/n?” your ovaries were quaking at the deep rasp of his voice- and wait, he knows your name? “you are y/n, right?” he asked, reading the confusion on your face. you nodded absentmindedly, raising your gaze to meet his own.

you groaned inwardly - who gave this man the right to a sexy body and to look this fucking good? taking in the handsome features of his face; wild crop of dark chocolate hair, smooth tanned skin, highlighting the sharp cut of his jaw, and the attractive straight of his nose. his lips were pouty, eyes slanted under shaped brows, olive hues peeking past his long dark lashes to stare at you.

he moved his hand away from the top of yours, the added warmth missed already; and took your lack of reply as a sign to introduce himself and apologise.

“i’m mattsun and makki’s roommate, iwaizumi hajime. sorry for scaring you.”

you were ready to drag mattsun and makki to hell and back for hiding this fine man- no, greek fucking god, from you all this time. in an attempt to compose yourself and avoid anymore embarrassment, you smiled, dopily, releasing an airy laugh while waving off the apology.

“i’m l/n y/n.”

amusement shifted over his features, a smirk painting over his lips as his eyes creased on the sides. you had to hold on tightly to the reigns forbidding you from openly swooning.

“i know.” he chucked lowly.

you had never wanted the ground to swallow you whole as much as then. the heat you could feel radiating off your cheeks was a clear sign of how embarrassed you were, making a complete fool of yourself in front of the man you were borderline prepared to request to be your future baby daddy. so when mattsun strolled in, casually greeting iwa and poking at the bump on your forehead, you hadn’t been more grateful for your best friend.

too bad it wasn’t enough to avoid the wrath you unleashed on him and makki later on; a series of kicks to their sides, and their own personal hell of listening to how badly you wanted to be split open on his dick.

thinking you had scared away the gorgeous iwaizumi, you were ready to be avoided at all costs. yet surprisingly, after that night, he was suddenly everywhere.

he joined in on your hangouts with the boys. group study sessions where you usually did more foolery than studying? iwa was there to knock all of you into gear. late night fast food runs to satisfy your cravings? iwa was driving, kicking mattsun and makki to the back of his jeep when they’d try to steal your designated seat next to him. and the parties he used to avoid? there he was stuck in the chaos of it all, holding your drink and glaring at anyone who dared to approach the two of you.

of course, iwa’s sudden involvement in your life hadn’t gone unnoticed by mattsun and makki - the two of you becoming their favourite victims to tease. and when his threats and your fists were no longer able to get them off your backs, iwa had taken to spending time with you, without them.

you liked to call them not-dates, even though it was just to parry the feelings rapidly developing for him.

going to the coffee shop you two often frequented so he could buy your favourite drink while you ranted about your shitty group presentation, was a not-date. taking him to the drive-in godzilla screenings every friday for five weeks, because you knew they were his favourite movies, was a not-date. him making you dinner every other night because your mom found out about your insane intake of instant ramen and blasted you during a video call while he was over, was a not-date.

as expected after months of this going on, your two best friends constantly called you out for your not-dates being actual dates. even one of your classmates took to informing you each time your ‘body builder boyfriend’ was waiting outside for you. but ignorance was bliss, and you were sure iwa didn’t feel that way towards you. at least that was until the day you had met oikawa tooru.

you noticed that iwa had been more than a bit apprehensive, as each day passed bringing his best friend’s return to japan closer and closer, though he wouldn’t explain why. yet it seemed it was over nothing, since you and oikawa got along great, even if he did comment every other second on you and iwa’s closeness. meeting the pretty setter had been like placing the missing puzzle piece in the dynamic with your favourite boys.

after a loud lunch with the four boys, oikawa had pulled you in for a tight hug as iwa was about to drop you off to your afternoon class for that day.

“iwa-chan talks about you all the time, y/n-chan, but he’s a dum-dum so forgive him for being slow, alright!” he had whispered in your ear, before pulling away with a mischievous glint in his mocha coloured eyes. “iwa-chan you sly dog! keeping y/n all to yourself, hmm? maybe i should just take her back with me to argentina- wait, iwa-chan, i’m sorry! don’t chase me! gah!”

after that, you started to accept the fact that maybe what was once simply physical attraction, had turned into a deep affection for iwaizumi. the only issue was that, like oikawa said, iwa was a dum-dum, and he didn’t mention anything from what oikawa said that day or his extreme reaction to oikawa’s teasing. hell, you didn’t even know if he even realised that the way he treated you, which was very much a stark contrast to how he treated others, was him subconsciously wooing you.

so the not-dates continued, and you inevitably fell deeper and deeper for sweet, oblivious iwa.

the semesters flew by, it was finally the end of freshman year; exams completed, life instantly renewed, and you were ready to attend the shit show of an end-of-year finisher tonight. the plans were for you to drive over to the boys’ apartment, pre-game like never before, and then head off to the party. so you were surprised when your phone pinged with a string of messages from the group chat.

stepping out of the elevator, the click clack of your laced-up stilettos echoed in the tiled corridor, as you made your way towards the boys’ apartment. the better part of you was suspicious of mattsun and makki’s sudden change of plans; though it was shot to the back of your mind as you raised a manicured hand to tap against their door.

shifting around a bit, you didn’t have to wait long before the door was yanked open.

“y/n.” iwa greeted you with a lopsided grin.

you couldn’t prevent the gasp that escaped your glossy lips at the sight of him.

an arm was held above his head, bicep flexing as his hand rested on top of the door frame, the other scratching the back of his thick neck. the rich scent of his cinnamon cologne, mixed with the musk of his aftershave wafted around you; as your eyes followed the droplet from his damp hair, sliding down the side of his jaw on to his bare shoulders. now, shirt-wearing iwa was incredible, with his collection of monotone coloured shirts that always seemed a size too small; but shirtless iwa? had you frothing at the mouth.

you dared your eyes to move lower, skirting over the delicious sight of his bare chest, and willing yourself to commit every stretch of him to memory. the taut muscles of his stomach tightened as you drank them in, the deep v indents cut around his hips, and your eyes followed over the fuzzy trail of dark hair that disappeared underneath the waistband of his jeans that sat dangerously low.

and while your mouth ran dry, you couldn’t say the same thing about the situation between your legs; pressing your thighs together to alleviate some of the pressure.

“iwa, uh...the boys...said to come over, change of plans.” was all you were able to choke out. physically you were standing before him, but mentally you were writhing under him.

“i know, they left a while ago.” he replied, the corner of his pretty mouth tugged upwards. “i’m almost ready to go, come inside.”

he already took up the entire space of the door frame, and when he only moved a bit to the side, you were forced to slip through the tiniest of gaps; shivering as your shoulder grazed against his own. standing in the middle of the hallway, you heard the soft click of the door closing, before iwa turned to face you.

you could feel the intoxicating heat radiating off his body spread across your own. the two of your were so close in each other’s space, chest to chest, and even in heels, you still only reached just under his jaw. when you glanced up to look at him, you swore you had caught his olive eyes lingering on the exposed skin of your breasts, before they moved to meet yours.

something different swirled in the depths of iwa’s eyes, something you had never witnessed before. something kin to a wolf staring at its lamb; a hunger so strong, so...fuck...

“you look beautiful, y/n.”

the compliment strikes you in surprise, feeling the flush rise up in your face, and the fluttering in your stomach. you could feel the pounding of your heart beat, drumming in your ears; watching his adam’s apple bob slowly, as he moved his hand to brush away the hair covering your neck. naturally you leaned into his touch.

“iwa…?” you whispered out to him in slight confusion.

“this dress on you...driving me crazy,” he starts, before cutting himself off with a groan. “sorry, y/n, i-i think i overstepped.” he tries to move his hand away from your neck, but you wrap your fingers around his wrist.

oikawa’s voice ran through your mind in a fleeting memory- ‘...forgive him for being slow, alright!’

“are you drunk, iwa?”

“what? no...i haven’t...i’m sober.”

“that’s good then.”

“y/n? good for what?”

“it’s good because then you can show me.” your fingers reach out to flitter over the ridges of his stomach. “won’t you show me how my dress drives you crazy, iwa?”

the surge of courage coursing through your veins, to be able to call him out like you had wanted to for months and seasons, was all it took for iwa to lose the composure he always kept up around you.

without hesitation, the big hand on your neck tugs you right into him; tits pushed together against his chest, as he dips his head to press his lips against yours.

the kiss is far from simple; there’s no room for it, months of pining won’t allow sweet and slow. your hand slides over his broad shoulder, to pull at the dark tufts at the nape of his neck; mouth slanting over his, tongues brushing against each other sensually. you explore his mouth, tasting him, while his hands squeeze over the curves of your body, eliciting a moan once he grabs at the fullness of your ass. you push up against him further, the hard tent in his pants straining against your belly.

“more, iwa, please...need more.” you pant against his lips.

“i got you baby, don’t worry.” he kisses you again, slower, with just as much passion. bending at the knees, and hiking the end of your dress up under your ass, he grabs at the silky underside of your thighs to lift you up into him - ankles locked at the bottom of his spine. he’s carrying you like nothing, and the amusing thought of his arms not only being for show flies through your head before you’re gasping.

the feeling of being pulled flush against him, the damp heat of your clothed pussy grinding against his bare stomach, has you keening for more. he groans loudly at the feeling of your slick coating his skin, and you jostle about as he begins walking through the hallway and towards his bedroom. as your sucking gently on his tongue, he carries you into his room, kicking the door closed behind him.

once his knees hit the edge of his mattress, he gently lowers you to lay down before him on your back. he hovers over you, the lewd swirling of your tongues has your head spinning before he moves from your mouth to latch onto your neck.

“ah, iwa- fuck,” you moan as his teeth grazed your sweet spot. he rolls his hips into you, spreading your legs to accommodate him more, while tugging at the ribbons of your heels. “what about...the party?”

sitting up from you, he grips your legs, sliding you right into him. through heavy lidded eyes, you watch as he takes in your disheveled appearance, a smirk taking over his features.

“fuck the party.” his large palms work the straps of your dress down, exposing your perfect tits; he groans at the sight, leaning down to take a pebbled nipple into his hot mouth. “this night is for me and you, baby.”

you weren’t necessarily a morning person, so living in the dorms, had been a relatively easy decision to make. you had a room to yourself, away from trees allowing a nice view of the campus grounds, and subsequently circumventing the annoying chirping of nested birds. you even added blackout curtains to block out the morning sun.

so when you were woken up by the itching burn of the sunrise on your stomach and your ears ringing with incessant twittering, you groaned loudly.

burying your face deeper into the fluffy pillow under your head, you were squirming under the heavy weight resting over half your body; irritation growing with your inability to get comfortable. peeking an eye open, blinking away the sleep clouding your vision, you took in the sight of a sleeping iwaizumi snuggled between the valley of your breasts. as you became more aware of your body and its surroundings, you felt the panic settling in.

as if he could sense your consciousness, the arm wrapped around your waist gave you a squeeze as he mumbled incoherently. “mmm, baby...y/n...feels good…” his hand slid down the side of your thigh, goosebumps following his fingertips, before it rested on your inner thigh; and he was drifting back to sleep.

you had to shove your fist against your mouth to stop yourself from screaming.

part of you was in denial that last night had actually happened. you, l/n y/n, had spent the night with the iwaizumi hajime - man of your literal dreams, who you had fallen so deeply for. and you had spent it having sex.

raw. nasty. passionate. earth-shattering. sex.

“fuck.” you whispered to yourself. “how could i be so stupid?” you were cursing yourself internally, certain you had fucked up everything you had built in your friendship with iwa - there was honestly no coming back from what transpired between you two.

and with your fight-or-flight response triggered, there was only one thing for you to do right now - get the fuck out of there.

maneuvering your body from underneath iwa’s big arm, without waking him up was a feat in itself. doing so with the way your muscles ached with each motion was on another level. sliding one foot after the other out from under his charcoal bed sheets, you pushed yourself up to sit.

looking behind you at iwa’s sleeping figure, you felt yourself swooning. half lying on his side, with his cotton sheets draped over his waist, you couldn’t help but admire him. his mouth was slightly open, his big arms cuddling the pillow you were laying on, and the smooth skin of his tanned back were tainted with red, angry marks. gulping audibly, your eyes dragged down to the prominent outline of his half-hard cock.

pushing himself up by his forearms, the desperation swimming in his eyes was begging for your touch. you grazed your teeth across his chest, biting at his hardened nipples teasingly, before moving further down from his lap while your tongue drew circles around the dips of his taut abdomen.

“y/n, don’t tease me.”

you smirked at his order, sucking on his skin and pressing wet kisses on his hip bones, before leaning back. he watched you eagerly as your dainty fingers tugged at his belt buckle clumsily, lifting himself up he could slip out of his jeans.

“can’t wait to have your cock in my mouth.” you cooed, eyes starstruck at the tent in his boxer briefs, wet patch dampening at its peak. hooking your finger under the waistband, you hastily yanked the briefs down to free him, his hard cock slapping against his stomach. “fuck you’re so big, haji.”

he was easily the biggest you’ve seen, ever had the chance of pleasuring - so thick, so long, and so fucking beautiful.

you didn’t bother to dwell on the taste of his name on your lips, when you were too busy tasting the essence leaking from his angry, swollen tip. you could barely wrap your hands around the base of his cock, as you pressed a sweet kiss on the head, pre cum coating your lips, before taking it in your hot mouth, suckling gently.

the groan he releases is animalistic, and his hips buck upwards to shove his cock deeper in your mouth. pressing your hand at his navel to keep him steady, you continue sucking harshly, almost painfully, before lowering your head down. his cock slides down your throat, inch by inch, as tears prick at your eyes and you can feel your drool drop on the thumb massaging his balls. he blocked your airways, but fuck breathing when the look on his face when you take all of him in your mouth like a good girl is so, so perfect.

steadily bobbing your head, you feel every inch of him down your throat; tongue swirling around his length, and he twitches every time you trace the thick vein on the underside of his cock. you suck faster and harder as iwa reaches a hand out to feel around your throat.

“fuck, baby, i can feel me in your throat. so fucking good, just like that.” he hisses out, choking up when you begin to hum. “mmm fuck- ah, shit! gonna cum baby! fuck!”

yanking away your hand you hadn’t realised was brushing around your neck as the vision of him disappeared from your thoughts, you stood up, a bit unsteady on your feet at first. you could still taste him, as you ran your tongue over the hood of your mouth.

knowing you were getting distracted, you shook your head gently, pushing your hair away from your face. you needed your clothes, so glancing around, taking note of the strips of clothing scrambled in his room - your eyes caught the baby pink of your lace panties hanging from his bedside lamp.

one second you were swallowing his cock down your throat, and the next he had torn the rest of your dress off and had you laid out in front of him.

iwa made fast work in manhandling you the way he wanted. stretching his legs straight beside you, he pulled you right into him; you gasped as he lifted you up by your waist, practically folding you with the underside of your thighs tucked under the bulk of his arms, knees by your shoulders, and your lower back pressed right against his heaving chest. he was hunched over you, wrapping you fully in his embrace, while you were spread out right in his face.

“you soaked right through your pretty panties, baby.” leaning down, he presses his nose right into your clothed heat, making you squirm, as he breathes you in. “fuck, you smell so sweet, i wanna eat you up real good.”

“i-iwa.” you whined, staring at him through heavy-lidded eyes as you pressed the side of your face into the mattress.

“no, no baby. when we’re like this…” he starts, reaching a hand to tear the thin, and expensive, material right off of you. before you have a chance to complain, his hot breath blows on your drooling pussy, tight hole clenching around nothing in anticipation. “...you’ll say my name.”

“h-hajime, please, haji.” you beg, feeling embarrassed at how exposed you were. he could see everything, do anything to you as he pleased, and you would just let him. so when he presses his heavy tongue flat against your slit, licking all the way up to your throbbing clit; you can’t help but dig your finger nails into his toned calves beside you. “ah- yes! mmm...haji, oh-!”

sucking on your clit, he digs his fingers into your thighs, deeper and deeper in response to your whiny moans for more. he hums against you, mumbling about how sweet you taste, how much he can’t get enough of your flavour, and you can feel him getting hard again - grinding against your back. he slides his tongue between your folds, slurping you up so good, that it’s no surprise you’re teetered over the edge.

“haji! oh, oh fuck! ah yes!” the waves of you cumming hits hard as your pussy gushes all over the lower half of his face. “daddy! s-so good, f-fuck!”

still up in the clouds from your high, calling him daddy flies over your head, but isn’t missed by iwa. you watch, dazed, as he moves away from your pussy, a lewd string of silver connects his mouth to you, his chin glistening with your juices. reaching around your trembling thighs, his thumbs spread your lips so he can get an ever better view of your sopping cunt.

“i knew you’d be my good baby and say my name.” he grins, before leaning back down to you and delving his tongue right in your pussy, tongue-fucking you slowly and massaging your slick walls, his nose nudging your sensitive clit. “now come again in daddy’s mouth.”

heat pooled between your legs as you stretched, ignoring the iwa-sized hand prints painted purple across your thighs, while you thought about him and the magic his mouth performed. waddling to his side table - you examined the remnants of your panties; the pretty pink lace was all but shredded, and you hopelessly threw the material in the trash.

“fucking hell, iwa.” the glare you aimed his way, softened drastically as you took in his sleeping figure. sighing, you turn and spot what may be your dress halfway under his bed.

shuffling over, you crouch, the burn in your thighs making itself even more known and forcing your eyes to shut in a grimace.

the way iwa’s cock filled your little cunt felt while you rode him was incredible. nothing could ever compare to the way he was ruining you from the inside out, and you were sure nothing would ever come close. his big hands palmed your ass while you were bouncing up and down on his length, your belly jutting out every time he was sheathed inside you, your thighs tremored each time they slapped against his.

“fuck, daddy! feels...mmm…wanna cum, please!” your tongue was lolling out of your mouth, as fucked yourself on his cock, digging crescent moon shapes into his shoulder blades. one of his hands remained firmly on your ass, while fingers of the other reached around to pinch your clit.

with a scream you came undone, creaming all over his still-hard cock, and collapsing forward onto his sweaty chest. you whimpered, while he continued to fuck up into your used pussy. despite the tears threatening to fall down your flushed cheeks; you mewled for more.

“shh, baby,” iwa hummed into your neck, you could feel his grin against your skin, peppering kisses as you leaned into him. “daddy’s gonna make you feel even better.”

his thick arms wrapped almost painfully in a death grip around your exhausted body, as he locked his legs and angled himself into your pussy; fucking deep inside you, and hitting your cervix with each stroke. you came again, harder, legs quivering as your insides spasmed; this time joined by his orgasm, as the mixture of his cum was stuffed inside you.

your eyes shot open, breathing slightly laboured. it hadn’t even been a day, only mere hours, and the way iwa had taken over your mind was slowly driving you insane. dropping to your knees, you reached out to grab at your dress, having to slide the top half of your body under the bed.

that sound of iwa’s big hand slapping your ass while he pounded into you from behind, rung in your ears, but the sting and the pleasure was all your fucked out brain could comprehend. he was absolutely relentless with his too-big cock, tearing into you.

on all fours, you arched your back more to accommodate him. each thrust had him bottoming out in your already leaking pussy.

“fuck baby, just like that, mmm- push back into me.”

everything just felt too fucking good. the harsh pace of his strokes had you blabbering, moaning about how good he felt into the mattress.

“don’t stop! oh fuck, please don’t stop haji!”

but you felt his pace begin to slow just as you were about to climax, and when you tried to move back on him his grip on your waist tightened. with ease, he flipped you on your back, almost skewering you on his cock still inside you. hooking the backs of your knees over his elbows as he leaned over you, his full weight folding your body underneath him, as he wove his fingers with yours into the mattress above your head.

“look at my fat cock sliding into that sweet cunt, baby.” iwa grunts. his arms strained, holding his weight up from crushing you, as he teased your sloppy hole. “fuck, you take me so good, baby.”

you whimpered, looking at the connection between the two of you. with a roll of his hips, you watched as his cock slid into your silky walls, the lewd sound of you squelching with every stroke had you arching up, wanting him deeper in your tummy as you gushed around him.

unlike before when his thrusts were rough, filled with raw feral passion; it was now slow, sensual and so fucking sexy. and when you met his gaze, as he continued to grind into you, gripping your fingers tightly between his; it felt as though he was trying to tell you something.

that intense emotion swirling deep in his olive gaze was searing, burning through you from the inside out. everything unsaid between the two of you. but soon enough your orgasm hit you harder than ever, pleasure electric under your heated skin.

“haji, haji, haji- oh, fuck yes!” you chanted his name like a prayer.

“y/n, baby, fuck i love you-“ he moans out, strokes becoming sloppy. “wanted this...for so long- shit, i’m cumming baby!”

snatching your dress from under the bed, you sat on your knees at the foot of his bed, thinking over everything you just wanted to ignore for the time being. you almost wish you could forget he had told you he loved you. how could you possible believe those three words while he was at the pinnacle of his pleasure?

suddenly the shrill ringtone of iwa’s phone blasted next to him. scrambling to your feet, you snatched the phone; fingers mashing the screen to cut off the sound before he woke up.

“what?” you hissed, holding the phone to your ear as you glanced at iwa. you thanked whichever gods were watching over you that he was still fast asleep.

“oho? y/n-chan? is that you~?” nevermind, the gods were out for you.

“tooru?”

“the one and only!” you winced at the smug teasing in his tone. “i was hoping to speak to iwa-chan, but i heard he was a naughty boy last night!”

“uh...what?”

“as in i literally heard him, and you, last night when i came back to the apartment!” oikawa recalls in a sing-song voice, rambling on about how he was here to surprise the two of you. “i always knew our dear iwa-chan had a daddy kink!”

placing the phone between your ear and your shoulder, you attempted to fit your dress over you, while oikawa continued on his spiel of how it took way too fucking long for the two of you to do something about the sexual tension. you had no chance to even peep a word in.

“damn baby, now this view i could definitely get used to.”

you almost shrieked, bumping into iwa’s naked body, and tripping over the dress dropped around your ankles. you had no idea he’d woken up, sneaking right up behind you in all his naked fucking glory; forcing you to try your hardest not to eye his cock standing at full attention.

“is that iwa-chan?!” oikawa all but screams into the phone. iwa raises a questioning brow, hearing his best friend on the other line. “tell him to be good and wrap it up! no glove, no love!”

you had no business feeling embarrassed at the brat king’s words, while iwa snatched his phone away from you.

“too late for that, shittykawa.” oikawa’s screeches are the last thing you hear before iwa ends the call.

you almost dare to chuckle at the thought of oikawa’s reaction; but falter under iwa’s stare. it’s the same look he gives mattsun or makki when they’re in trouble, but it’s mixed in with the same scorching look from last night, and you shift on your feet nervously, wrapping your arms across your chest.

“going somewhere?” iwa gruffs out, the raspiness of his morning voice had you tugging your bottom lip between your teeth.

“um, home…?” the uncertainty was clear in your voice, especially as he scowled when you mentioned leaving. “iwa, i-”

“oh so it’s iwa now?” he cuts you off, taking a step closer into your space. “i liked it when you called me haji, though daddy follows closely after that.”

you gasp when a thick arm snakes around your waist, pulling you up against him. his other hand caresses your cheek so sweetly, before he grabs your jaw to tilt your face up to his, taking your lips with his own. the kiss is gentle, soft lips moving against your own as his tongue brushes yours sweetly. you’ve fully melted in his hold, eyes still closed when he breaks the kiss.

“i meant what i said last night, y/n.” he whispers against your mouth. “i love you.” your eyes shoot open, and you can feel your heart trying to beat itself out of your chest.

“i-i love you too.” you murmur back, and the smile he gives you has you ready to combust right before him. after all this time, a party had been the reason you finally admitted your feelings for him.

“now come back to bed.” you squeal as he lifts you up and over his shoulder, the grip he takes on your inner thigh is ticklish making you squirm about. “i’m gonna cuddle you back to sleep, and then when we wake up i’m gonna take you out on a date, okay baby?”

you giggle as he tosses you back on his fluffy mattress, dropping himself right on top of you and nuzzling his face into the dip between your neck and shoulder. running your hands softly over the muscled panes of his back, one reaches out to thread your fingers in the tufts of dark hair at his nape.

“okay, haji.”

freshman year had given you a lot of things, but iwaizumi hajime was the best thing yet. you couldn’t wait to see what sophomore year had in store for you.

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lesbianjackies · 3 years

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Alone

George Weasley x Reader

Request: Hi! I LOVE your writing a lot, and I was wondering if you could write some George angst. Maybe the reader (she/her) tries to bottle up her feelings because she feels neglected until he leaves Hogwarts with Fred without a warning and opens the shop. She’s fed up and cries all the time and Ginny is pissed off at George for how he treated her!

Gender: female

House: not specified

A/N: Hope you enjoy this, love!

You’ve been friends with the Weasley twins since your first year at Hogwarts. You would spend every single day with them; roaming the halls of Hogwarts, playing pranks on everyone, even spending most of your time at the Burrow when you weren’t at school. You and the twins - particularly George - were practically inseparable. Until this year, that is. The twins have been obsessed with starting a joke shop lately, so obsessed they haven’t seemed to want to spend any time with you.

“So!” Professor Umbridge cries in triumph. She’s cornered the twins with the Inquisitorial Squad.

You don’t know what the twins are up to, just that they were trying to cause a diversion to help Harry talk to Sirius. You didn’t hear that from them, though. You heard it from Ginny Weasley, the twins’ fourth year sister, who you’ve been spending most of your time with lately. Ginny’s like a little sister to you, and she’s been a big help in the absence of your best friends.

“So...” Umbridge continues, “you think it amusing to turn a school corridor into a swamp, do you?”

Fred looks back at her with a slight smirk on his face. “Pretty amusing, yeah.”

Filch elbows you on his way over to Umbridge, carrying a piece of parchment. “I’ve got the form, Headmistress,” he cries, voice hoarse. “I’ve got the form and I’ve got the whips waiting... Oh, let me do it now...”

You stifle a gasp. Sure, you were upset with the twins, but whips? No one deserves that kind of punishment.

“Very good, Argus,” Umbridge replies. “You two,” she adds, turning to the twins with a look of revolting pleasure on her face, “are about to learn what happens to wrongdoers in my school.”

“You know what? I don’t think we are.” Fred turns to George. “George, I think we’ve outgrown full-time education.”

“Yeah,” George replies, voice light, and for a split second you think his eyes meet yours, a look of sadness gracing them, “I’ve been feeling that way myself.”

“Time to test our talents in the real world, d’you reckon?”

“Definitely.”

The twins raise their wands and called, “Accio brooms!”

Fred and George’s broomsticks flew over your head, you ducking just soon enough to narrowly miss the iron peg still chained to George’s.

Your mouth became dry. No - they wouldn’t. But they would. And they are. Fred and George Weasley, your best friends, one of whom you’ve been in love with for years, are leaving Hogwarts.

Fred swings a leg over his broomstick. “We won’t be seeing you,” he says to Umbridge.

“Yeah, don’t bother to keep in touch,” George adds as he mounts his.

Fred looks at the students gathered around him and George. “If anyone fancies buying a Portable Swamp, as demonstrated upstairs, come to number 93, Diagon Alley - Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes. Our new premises!

“Special discounts to Hogwarts students who swear they’re going to use our products to get rid of this old bat.” George points to Umbridge.

“STOP THEM!” Umbridge screams, and for once, you agree with the awful woman.

The Inquisitorial Squad close in on Fred and George, but they kick off their brooms right before they can get to them.

Fred looks down at the crowd gathered below him and his twin, making eye contact with Peeves the Poltergeist. “Give her hell from us, Peeves.”

Peeves gives the twins a salute as they fly off into the sunset, the students around you cheering. The tears blurring in your eyes add to the chaos as you run off.

“(Y/N)!”

You swivel around to see Ginny standing behind you, looking concerned.

She rushes toward you. “(Y/N), are you okay?”

You try to respond, but only a sob comes out. You shake your head as Ginny wraps her arms around you.

“They-they didn’t even tell me,” you manage to say. “I’m their best friend, and they couldn’t even bother to tell me they were leaving. George couldn’t bother to tell me he was leaving.”

Ginny hugs you tightly. “You love him, don’t you,” she says quietly.

You nod, burying your head in her shoulder.

“They’re both right foul gits, you know that,” she says, “and I am going to hex them into oblivion once school lets out.”

You let out a small laugh. “Please do.” ________________________________________________________________

She sure did. And when I say this girl does a killer bat-bogey hex, I mean she does a killer bat-bogey hex.

Once George finally gets rid of the bats, he pulls you into a place where you can talk in private.

“Look, (Y/N), I am so, incredibly sorry,” he says quietly, chocolate brown eyes gazing in to yours. “For everything. Fred and I were real gits, and we should’ve spent more time with you during school. We should’ve told you were leaving, too, that was a horrible thing to do without telling you. I don’t really have an excuse, I care about you so much and I don’t want this to ruin our friendship.”

You bite your lip. “I accept your apology, George. And I-I have something to tell you.” A blush spreads across your features as the words leave your mouth.

George raises an eyebrow, smirking. “Is that so?”

You nod. “I-I fancy you, George. I have for a while, actually.”

A grin spreads across George’s face, and he scoops you into an unexpected but extremely pleasant hug. “I fancy you, too, (Y/N). Probably for even longer than you’ve fancied me.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Bet.”

“First year,” George says, very seriously.

“I - okay, you got me beat,” you admit with a laugh. “It was third year for me.”

George smiles, and you notice his eyes meet your own before trailing down to your lips. “I really wanna kiss you right now,” he says, blushing furiously.

You let out a laugh and wrap your arms around neck. “Then kiss me, Weasley.”

And he does, your lips touching and tongues pressing in a moment of absolute bliss.

“Oi!”

You break apart suddenly at the sound of a voice behind you. It’s Fred.

“Get a room, you two!” he says.

“We did, actually, you’re just too much of a nosy little git to respect it,” George snaps back, obviously annoyed at being interrupted.

You raise an eyebrow at Fred. “I believe I still deserve an apology from you, actually.”

Fred bows deeply. “I sincerely apologize, my dear (Y/N).”

You roll your eyes, but know this is the best you’re gonna get out of him. “I forgive you Weasley. Now, go away before we make out again.”

Fred huffs in annoyance, but leaves George and you alone.

“Now, where were we?” you murmur to the redhead standing before you.

“I believe we were here.” And he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to him for another kiss.

“Ah, right,” you say against his lips before kissing him back.

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yamithediaperdork · 3 years

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Welcome to baby land (Ben 10)

it was a tale as old as time, one that had happened before, would happen this day and despite the fall out from today's events would happen again in the future.

A young boy, fueled by fetish desires and spending hour after hour, day after day bringing himself to the peak as he looked at his chosen fetish, only to pull back last second.

Because the boy knows for what he wants, for what he's going to do.. he needs that desperate pent up denial of release to shut down his common sense. to make him nice and dumb.

His name was Ben Tennyson, and up until a short while ago he had been the hero of the universe and earth. But that was before the watch had been taken, and given to his cousin Gwen who had been picked as being a most reasonable hero. with cutting remarks that he would of never gotten the watch for as long as he had had it's marker realized who was wearing it, and being called to immature.. was it any wonder a bitter and dejected Ben cut himself off from his extended family and drove into the world of porn?

never mind he had beaten off a alien invasion, a 'pants peeing doofus' couldn't be trusted with the watch.

Fine. whatever. if they wanted to look at him as a stupid big baby.. that's what he'd become.

He didn't even like diapers at first when he started, but well.. porn has a way of warping a young boy's mind. Looking at picture after picture, caption after caption and reading the stories Ben for all intents and purposes turned himself in a diaper boy, and a humiliation junkie.

Taking birthday money he even found and brought a package of punishment diapers meant for shaming (though he got it at a discount as the shop was being put out of business) that were super thick, boasted how they could hold any mess.. and also claimed they didn't keep any stink from being contained and guaranteed diaper rash if used.

For a porn addicted loser like Ben, this was pure gold and since he paid for rush devilry he got a enema bag and a small bottle of little crampers, the enema for brats.

Ben knew what he wanted, total, public humiliation but he kept ruining it for himself with self pleasure driving the need out of his mind before he could do it.

finally, Mid October the little porn fueled loser decided enough was enough, he was gonna stop wasting his time and the diapers he'd paid for and set himself up to goon. For a week strait he subjected himself to it, and by the time he was done on Sunday night, Monday morning the little loser set himself up to fail.

waking up early, Ben used the whole bottle of little crampers even though it said to just mix 1/8 with a litlre bag for a enema kit, and groaned and whimpered as he used it, hot water and a dash of castor oil in the big enema bag, only his bulky white and black t-shirt hid the preggo belly he gave himself.

getting back to his bedroom and cramping, the soon to be ruined diaper loser looked at the pack of his punishment diapers and having not worn one till today, toyed with layering at first but they just looked too thick.

Settling on one of the bulky diapers with it sobbing crybaby design, he taped it on then tried the tapes, blushing as the package lived up to it's name.

Once taped on it would take 2 hours for the tapes to come back off, he was truly trapped. again a normal boy of Ben's age would of been panicking, realizing they had gone too fair but Ben just breathed fast, and smiled as he picked his baggiest pair of pants and was delighted that they still only JUST hid the diaper, if he bent over his padded shame would be CLEAR.

Getting down stairs and getting breakfast in himself, he was already seated as his parents came down and made small talk with them even as the delightful cramps started to build. (he'd never admit it, well at least before today's events unfolded but he'd grown to like pain, it made his heart beat fast and smile)

Still he couldn't help but squirm and groan a little bit, and got looks of concern from his parents as he finished his bowl of cereal.

"Benny you feeling alright?" His mother asked, coming over and putting a hand to his forehead. "You can stay home today if your not feeling good."

"N-No I'll be alright. just worried about a math test." Ben said, mixing truth with lies,then added: "Besides, you and dad said you were BOTH gonna be out all day today. who'd stay with me?"

"Heh, He's got a point there.. and good on you Ben. I'm proud your being mature enough not to try and get out of a test." His dad said, totally misunderstanding the happy giggle Ben let out.

His father might of thought it was Ben was so happy he was proud of him, But for diaper bitch Benny, the irony of the comment almost made him ruin the fun early.

If Ben's plan had one flaw (well one he'd admit to) it was the fact that he hadn't taken into account how much slower he'd be having to waddle his massive diaper butt to school with the added fun of having to stop 3 times to force himself not to spoil the fun early.

He'd even left a little sooner then normal, his parents had been quick with their breakfast and he 'accidentally' left his house key on the desk in his room and after making sure the front door was locked, went out the back door as you could lock it from the inside while the door was open.

'No getting out of this by running home!' Ben gleefully thought.

He barley made it into homeroom before the bell rang, though since he was known to be tardy from time to time it didn't raise too much attention, get getting a snide comment from his homeroom teacher about gracing them with his presence.

Even better, home was also his math class and that was going to be first period (which was a good thing for the ever so full little perv as his 'chocolate mud baby' wasn't going to stay in him much longer.)

Mr. Fillawick wasted little time in handing out the tests and after a standard warning that he'd tolerate NO cheating and there was going to be NO bathroom breaks, he offered anyone who had to go a chance to use the potty now.

'OK..this is it..your last chance.. you could just say you need to go, and sneak out the school.fill your diapers in the woods and get out of them once the tapes give up.' Ben thought to himself, biting his lip.

it wouldn't be destroying himself in class and getting him labeled stinky baby for the rest of the year, but it would land him in hot water with the school and his parents and he'd run the risk of being seen outside right?

He almost started to raise his hand when his inner pervert took over and he just turned it into brushing his hand though his hair.

"Alright, don't say I didn't warn you. you'll have a hour to do the test. good luck." Mr. Fillawick said and shrugged, going back to his desk and sitting down, doing whatever it was teachers did.

Five minutes later and Ben was in a mixture of heaven and hell. he was twitching and sweating a little bit, his pencil twitching in his hand even as he started to leak in little bursts against the front of his diapie.

the cramps were at the point of no return and even if Ben said fuck it and got up to run, he wouldn't of made it more then five steps.

all he'd managed to do so far was write his name on the test and the date, then the cramps had gone over board.

'Ok..Ok.. this was a mistake.. I've leaked enough boy milk to see that.. maybe.. maybe I can still just.. get out..of..' Ben thought, going white knuckled as he gripped the side of his desk with his left hand as a powerful cramp hit, a low rumbling fart coming out his backside though the sound was mostly muted.

the smell however was not as the diapers lived up to their claims and Kids around Ben wrinkled their noses and looked around looking for the source of the smell and eyes zeroing in on his as he was blushing.

"Mr. Fillawick? I think Ben needs to go to the bathroom." A redhead boy behind him said. "Or at Least can he be moved to the back of the classroom.

"Mr. Tennyson had his chance for that Mr. Randal. and I prefer he stay where I can keep a eye on him." Came the teachers amused answer.

even as the class giggled and laughed, two more rotten poots escaped and there was open cries of disgust.

"Gah, at least open a window!"

"What did you have to eat this morning, a skunk!?"

Ben whimpered and squirmed, he had the whole class basically looking at him now and the teasing and taunts had brought his pervert side back up to full power.

'It's now or never.' Ben thought, though he also knew wasn't really a option. it was more like Now or never if he wanted a semblance of control over the act.

it helped he was trembling lots now but Mr. Fillawick who'd never cared for Ben much since he was a rowdy student only watched with sadistic glee.

Ben's Pencil 'accidentally' shook out of his hand and rolled off the desk and onto the floor, and Ben made a show of just reaching into his desk to find anther one.

"Mr. Tennyson, whatever your habits in your own room may be, I run a clean Classroom." the smirking teacher said. "Bend down and point up that pencil."

"Uh..but..If I-" Ben started, putting the perfect crybaby whine in his voice.

"You'll what? fart? like you haven't been doing that already?" the teacher shot back.

Putting on a show of being embarrassed and scared (he was embarrassed but his heart was beating fast) Ben leaned over the right side of his desk and there was a gasp from the students behind him as one thing he hadn't planned on happened.

"BEN'S WEARING A DIAPER!" Hooted Crash.

"A BABY DIAPER!" a blond girl added.

"More like a BIG baby diaper!" Randal noted with amusement.

Somehow his pants must of lowered enough to flash off his embarrassing diaper! Oh god! for all of 2.4 seconds trued to stop what was about to happen but the act of leaning over had been the final trigger.

as the enema finally worked it's magic and the back of his diaper started to swell up Ben could only hear the roar of his mess and though tear filled eyes almost could swear he could see image of him in just diapers and a bib, tapping a shovel on a grave that had been filled in. the tombstone read:

RIP Ben's self respect.

as the force of the mess made Ben fall forward, landing face down and ass up, his pants failing down more so everyone could watch his diapers load up in the back (thankfully they wouldn't be able to tell what he was doing in the front!) The image of baby Ben came over and looked down with a grin at the real one.

"Welcome to baby land~ no going back now."

As Ben's life was ruined, and he was designed to never be able to get that 'excited' again unless he was crapping brains out(heck, he was going to be pulled from school and his parents would begin his new big baby life, treating him like the baby they thought he wanted to be, not knowing he was just a humiliation junkie) Charmcaster smirked in her jail cell.

Sure having to watch all the events unfold from sitting into of a toilet wasn't the way she'd hope to see the spell play out, not to mention it had been that bitch Gwen she had targeting, but this worked out in the end.

Gwen would suffer being the cousin of the big stinky baby and would likely end up having to change him and it wouldn't be too long now before her uncle broke her out. wincing as Ben started to baby babble though she did have one moment's regret.

'I mean, I'm evil and wanna take over the world but was making him a diaper perv too far?' She wondered, then smiled. 'Naaaah!'

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batsandbugs · 3 years

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Help (I Need Somebody) Help

AN:Hey everyone! Hope you’re doing well, here’s chapter two of my wrong number daminette AU. I had a lot of fun with this, enjoy!

Chapter 2

Damian held back an unimpressed sigh when two goons rushed him. Their stances were off balance, and he could smell the stench of alcohol wafting off of them. A low sweep to their legs had both tumbling to the ground. If he had a dime for every lowbrow thug who thought they had a chance at beating him, he’d be richer than his father twice over.

It wasn’t his fault the brain lacking buffoons hadn’t figured out they had a snowball’s chance in hell to beat him in the seven years he lived here. Damian certainly wasn’t going to be the one to tell them different now. He needed some sort of stress relief after Alfred banned swearing in the house.

He flipped another grunt over his shoulders, an audible crack of a broken bone soon followed.

His mask hid a glint of amusement that was surely gleaming in his eyes, but he kept his face an annoyed scowl. The last thing he needed was word getting back to his father for finding pleasure in the suffering of others. Even if the whole reason they were out tonight, punching up a contingent of near brain-dead loons, was to stop a sex trafficking ring. It was times like this where he seriously considered the validity of his father’s no-killing rule; surely some scum wouldn’t be missed.

He whipped around to punch another man, nearly a foot taller than him and thrice as wide, across the face. Blood spurted from the thug’s nose as the behemoth fell to the ground. Good. Damian jumped back and flipped himself over to roundhouse kick another goon. Another satisfying crack, and the last of them had finally fallen to his superior skills.

Easy.

He waited for the warm glow of satisfaction after a fight well fought, but all he received was the familiar rush of adrenaline and the delicious burn of his muscles tensing for another go.

Unfortunately, all too easy.

Damian didn’t sigh, he was too disciplined for that, but the low-level grumbling in his mind, and the displeased sneer were all too indicative of his problem.

He was utterly unchallenged.

It wasn’t that he enjoyed getting beat to hell and back. He wasn’t a masochist (although, the same could not be said for the rest of his family, if anyone asked him (which, of course, they didn’t)). It was just… after three years with the Titans, constantly stretching to prove himself, pushing his abilities to keep up with those endowed with advantages he simply didn’t have, Gotham felt… lacking in comparison.

And with the Titans all but formally disbanded, Gotham was all he had.

Well… that wasn’t entirely true. He could follow Cyborg and Blue Beetle and join the Justice League. He had enough blackmail material on all the core members needed to vote him in if his father protested. It would be a welcome change; higher level threats and off world missions, if only there wasn’t the pesky problem of dealing with other heroes.

He would be the first to admit that in his younger teenage years his anti-socialness was a bit… problematic, but he’d grown past that. Socializing with the Titans had been difficult at first, but by the end he could say he was more than an acquaintance with them – even if he wouldn’t go so far as to call all of them friends. But even if he had gotten used to them, it still took three years. At least in Gotham his potential partners were all known quantities. Even if he disliked half of them on his good days.

“Robin, do you read?” called his father on the comms. He shook away his distracting maudlin thoughts.

He raised a hand to his comm. “All clear southside Batman, making my way to the roof.”

“Negative, Hood is already there. Red Robin needs help releasing the captives – cops will be here in fifteen.”

Damian bit back an irritated sigh. “I’ll be of more use-”

“Robin, that’s an order.”

The words wrapped around him, restricting in their resoluteness. He glared down at the unconscious thug and gave a swift kick to the side resulting in an incoherent groan. Gritting his teeth, he muttered, “Yes, Batman.”

His comm feed dropped off.

The resulting string of swear words he uttered in Arabic would have cost him two hundred dollars in the swear jar. Damian just didn’t give enough of a fuck to bring himself to care.

-0o0-

Damian didn’t slam his bedroom door shut, but it was a close thing.

Between avoiding his father, deflecting the inane chatter of his siblings, and dealing with the GCPD, all of whom were either corrupt, uncaring, or ridiculously overworked, he had been ready stab someone, repeatedly, consequences be damned.

And that discounted dealing with the inconsolable sobbing women they rescued from the shipping containers. The sight of dozens of girls packed together like cargo, most of them his age, if not younger, would be enough to throw even the most experienced off their game.

Damian lived through some truly horrid things growing up in the League. He killed a grown man before he lost his first baby tooth. Suffered through endless hours of training with painful consequences upon any sign of failure. He had been beaten, starved, tortured, and pushed to the extremes of what a child could endure, but the utter horror and disgust he was faced with tonight, well…

At least the suffering he’d endured had a point.

Rubbing a towel through his still damp hair, he collapsed on top of his bed with an exhausted groan. The shower did little in relaxing his tensed muscles, his bed a welcome retreat after being on his feet for hours. Reaching out blindly he grabbed his phone off his bedside table. Going to bed would be the better choice, but it was Saturday, so he didn’t really give a damn.

His phone flicked on and he was taken aback by the notification awaiting him.

40 unread messages

He raised an eyebrow. That was odd. Not completely impossible, but odd. He did have acquaintances who would text him, Jon and Garfield came to mind, but it would be one or two messages at the most. Maybe a missed call if it was something extremely important.

He unlocked his phone.

Tapping on his messaging app, he saw that the messages all came from an unknown number.

That raised even more concerns, considering anyone who had this number were people he should already have programed into his contacts.

This put Damian’s suspicions on high alert.

Cautiously tapping on the text stream, he began reading.

- As long as you’re not an evil villain running around in a purple suit or a bitchy Italian transfer student I figure you won’t care about what I have to say

- I haven’t slept in two days. My brain is buzzing. And between my insomnia and four years of repressed anger generated by existing in the same city as an emotional terrorist who uses magical butterflies to turn distressed people into monsters, I might come off a bit incoherent

Before Damian could stop it, a small laugh of amusement passed his lips. This person was either really high, or entirely serious.

His finger hovered over the delete button. This had nothing to do with him. The person admitted they were texting a random number to blow off steam. He should just let it go and get some sleep.

But despite the long drive home, the debriefing, and a shower, the adrenaline hadn’t left his system yet. And the sight of those women in the container wasn’t going to leave his brain for a while. Sleep wouldn’t be coming for a long time yet. Whoever this was, sounded, if not entirely sane, at least somewhat amusing.

Looking back on it, Damian didn’t know what the influencing factor that made him read further. It could have been amusement, or curiosity. It could have been sleep deprivation. It could have been the promise of distraction. It could all of those or none of those, or any combination thereof.

Or it could have been luck.

Pulling up the knitted blanket from the end of his bed, he settled in against his covers, and began to read.

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Reunited || f.w.

Character: Fred Weasley x ghost!Reader

Summary: You're one of the Hogwarts ghosts, and you fall in love with Fred, but the only thing that separates you is the fact you're dead and he's not

Warnings: kinda sad :( still fluff tho

You were a ghost. Dead at the age of seventeen, from the first wizarding war. Sure, people were devastated when you died, but did you let that get you down?

No.

If someone was to walk around Hogwarts, the only response to getting a bucket of slime dumped over their head would be either "Y/N!" Or "Peeves!"

Most of the time it was you, but dont tell them you've been throwing Peeves under the bus.

It's impossible for someone to not have heard of you before. Especially in the Weasley household, where Bill and Charlie Weasley told their smaller siblings stories about the ghost.

Percy hated you, so it wasn't a surprise when he would scoff or glower at his older siblings when they told stories about you.

Fred and George knew they would get on with you before they even got their Hogwarts letters. You were good friends with Bill and Charlie, so the stories you heard about the twins were always your favorite.

You watched the sorting of 1989 from the Gryffindor table, cheering along with your fellow housemates as one Gryffindor joined the table after the other. Finally, it got to the two people you were most anxious to meet.

"Weasley, Fred!"

One of the twins strutted all the way to the stool, and hopped on it with a devilish grin on his face.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

You cheered along with the other Weasley siblings as Fred eagerly joined the table. Before you could introduce yourself, another name was called.

"Weasley, George!"

He looked a little more nervous than his brother, but shared the same air of cockiness. He walked to the stool and say down. Almost just as fast, the sorting hat called out -

"GRYFFINDOR!"

More cheers rang out as George, looking relieved, made his way next to his brother.

"I'm Y/N L/N," you said, throwing them a wink.

"I'm George and this is -" George cut himself off, waiting for Fred to continue, but he never did. He just sat there with his mouth open, staring at you.

"Bill and Charlie never told me you were pretty!"

Seven years had passed since that day. Years of pranks with the twins, shameless flirting with Fred, and swapping secrets with George. But one year had passed since you fell in love with Fred. Who couldn't? He was charming, handsome, funny, everything you could ever wish for!

But, alas, he is alive, and you are not.

It broke you to see him take Angelina Johnson to the Yule Ball, but you couldn't do anything about it. And what would he do? Take a ghost to the ball? He had better options than that.

It's now the day of their grand escape.

"We won't be seeing you," said Fred, swinging a leg over his broom.

"Yeah, dont bother to keep in touch," George finished.

Fred looked around the room, eyes filled with pride as he watched the group of people watching.

"If anyone fancies buying a Portable Swamp, as demonstrated upstairs, come to ninety-three, Diagon Alley - Weasley's Wizard Wheezes," he said. "Our new premises!"

"Special discounts to Hogwarts students who swear they're going to use our products to get rid of this old bat," added George, pointing at professor Umbridge.

"STOP THEM!" shrieked Umbridge, but too late, Fred and George had already started hovering in the air, and where about to fly out, when Fred turned around.

"Give her hell from us, Y/N."

And so you saluted them, a happy, yet sad grin on your face as you watched them fly out into the glorious sunset.

Everything after that day was different. Nobody had the same pranking skill level as the twins, but you sure had fun giving the toad what she deserved. People noticed a change in your demeanor ever since the Weasley Twins Great Escape. If students walked the empty corridors, they would see you sitting on the window sill, sadly looking out of it.

Sure, you were proud of the twins, but you would never see them again. Sure you could leave, but Hogwarts was way too important.

May 2, 1998. The Battle of Hogwarts is over. As you walk through the halls of the school, looking at the surrounding rubble of the place learned to be your second home, you come across a the Great Hall. Floating in, you look for familiar faces to see if they're alive. Sadness fills you as you see the body of Colin Creevey - you felt bad for the kid, and were one of the ghosts that didn't ignore him.

But then you laid your eyes on the Weasley family. Rushing over, the air would have left your lungs - if you had any. There lay the body of the one you loved.

Frederick Gideon Weasley.

Silent tears poured down your face as you looked at his face, his last laugh etched upon it. George just noticed you, and shook his head, not wanting to believe his twin brother - his partner in crime! - was dead. Not even looking back, you got up and slowly floated out of the hall.

Sobs wracked your body as you floated through the halls, looking for a quiet corridor. You were about to turn the corner when you felt someone tap your shoulder.

"Y/N?"

You whirled around at the sound of the familiar voice. Then you launched yourself into the persons arms. Fred chuckled, hugging you for the first time in his life.

"I thought you were gone," you whispered into his neck.

"I mean, you're a ghost. Pretty sure everyone also thought you were gone when you died," Fred rolled his eyes and you smacked his chest with the back of your hand.

Then something crossed your mind.

"Fred?"

"Hm?"

"Why'd you come back? You must have had a purpose for coming back."

He looked at you and smiled. "Well, I couldn't just leave the girl I've been in love with since my fifth year forever, can I?"

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bagog · 3 years

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What On Earth Has Happened

Hey, no story here, no experiments. Just a play by play of an awful year in my life. Please don't reblog. Trying to just get it down in one place for people who care about me. Long, sob-story beneath the cut.

Air - 'Things are looking up!' I had started to drift a bit from tumblr. The porno purge came and a lot of my friends trickled off the platform after that. I went back to school, attempting to score myself a Masters degree in something that would pay enough to get me out of Student Debt. I was doing great, picking things up fast. I got a new job at a company doing pretty menial work, but the people I worked with were great conversationalists. The work didn't involve dealing with customers at all, paid well, and was small and accomplishable tasks. Essentially I was being prepped to take a better position at the place once I had my Masters. Covid happened, then. Earth - 'The Whole World Sucks Right Now' My company was "essential," so I continued going to work, now on weird schedules. The company I worked for was profiting off Covid, all the while making fun of it as an overblown conspiracy, even as their own epidemiologist urged them to take better precautions. Work became hard to swallow. Water - 'When your lowest place could be lower' The apartment I shared with my boyfriend flooded. The lowest place in any sewage system is typically the bathtub, such that if it backs up, it does so into that tub. Our lowest point is the toilet. So the apartment flooded. Three times. Roots growing through the sewage outflow meant that, often, you needed to wait a solid hour between toilet flushes, or else the toilet would back up with such gusto the sewage would slosh down the hallway and into the living room. We mopped many times. The problem was finally fixed 8 months later, necessitating our having to camp because our house had no water. Fire - 'To destroy all you've done' One afternoon, I smelled burning. Going to our bedroom, I found our shelf a column of flame. I could barely breathe for all the smoke, but I managed to grab a blanket and beat the fire out. On the other side of the room, the pages of the books upon another shelf had begun to crisp from the heat, the blinds on all the windows were warped. The whole apartment had been about to go up. I'm kinda scared of fire now. Heart - 'When moving is too much to ask' Personal health sorta hit a new low. Migraines kept me out of work for two full weeks. I have seasonal foot pain, I always assumed from hiking for a living in my 20s. Turns out it was gout, all the while. Gout is exceptionally painful: it's like a messy pile of razor blades in the ball of your foot every time you step down. At work, I could barely stand. Walking from my car to the door became something I needed to psyche myself up for. Not a lot can stop a gout flare-up once it's in full swing, so I just had to wait it out. For a month. Two. Some of the worst sustained pain I've been in. Little did I know that, in January, come the kidney stones. Kidney stones feel awful. Feel like total shit. Gout and kidney stones are comorbid--brought about as a result of the meds I take to help me focus. So any day I don't drink enough water is a day when my kidneys or my foot just starts aching. But going back to September of 2020... Homophobia - 'goddammit' Finally things are looking better. I'm limping quickly again. Then I am called into the HR office. I am told that two sexual harassment charges have been brought against me. I'm told that one individual has alleged that I, while in the restroom, used a reflective toilet brush to attempt to peep him under a stall wall. I did not do this. I do not understand--reflective toilet brush?? wtf. The second allegation: I just straight up looked over a stall at a guy. I didn't do this either. I'm asked to defend myself, I ask who or date or time of day. I am given nothing. I remark that I don't think I'm tall enough to see over the stall, and I do not understand about the toilet brush. Of the ten minutes of the meeting, I spend 8 of them trying to get my head around how a claim about a reflective toilet brush has me here. "Would you like us to go now to see if you're tall enough to see over the stall? If that would help your defense?" says the HR head. "Yes, I

would," says I. We did not go. I am told that the accusers have no reason to be collaborating, or to even know each other made a claim. This is bullshit, because it was a company of 80 people, and only a quarter of those employees used the restroom where my alleged harassment was to have taken place. Before I am dismissed from work for the day to go home and wait to find out if I'll be fired or not, I march into the HR office once more and say "I hope none of this is happening because I'm gay." The HR head looks positively offended. I got fired cuz I'm gay. Next day I got a call. They'd come to the "objective truth" (that phrase is burned in my mind), and were terminating me. Apparently they discounted the toilet brush rumor, after all. But they really honestly believed I looked over the stall at a dude. Nightmare - 'No Fear One Fear' Let me tell you something: this is a nightmare. This is my honest-to-god nightmare. I've been terrified of getting accused of something in a bathroom since I was 11 years old. I am incredibly self-conscious and careful in public restrooms. To be fired? From a place full of people I like? And all of them will think I'm a pervert. My boyfriend worked at the same place. He would now have to work there every day dealing with people looking at him and wondering what he must think of his boyfriend. That sent me on a spiral. I'm still out of work, almost a year later. It would have been the worst mental health crisis of my life if it wasn't for my boyfriend, my support network, and the meds I've finally been able to get ahold of. Oh, also. My two accusers? Were roommates. HR knew they were roommates. They basically collaborated on a story to get me fired. The story circulating around the place (I still have acquaintances I talk to working there) has dropped the reflective toilet brush entirely. I guess they thought it was too unbelievable. So anyway, the people who accused me are now telling a different set of events than what I was told. Absolute horse shit. Tried to go to my city's human right's council to see if my situation warranted further attention. I gave my side of the story--including tales of the straight manager who had had enough harassment charges brought against him that he was no longer allowed to meet female staff--which indicated I'd been treated differently and wrongly. My old job made an impassioned argument that the committee violated their First Amendment rights(?) ('Freedom of speech' is the biggie with the First Amendment, for people who cba re:USA). I won the vote!! But one member of the committee was missing. So there weren't enough people for the vote to pass. Dismissed. We took it to the EEOC to make an official federal complaint. Just a week ago, an agent of the US Government patiently explained to us that these laws are literally designed to fuck over the worker and protect the employer unless they are epically stupid, and unfortunately, mine had not been epically stupid. So there's nowhere to go, no recourse to be had. It's over, I guess. Family - 'How to sum it up quickly...' My family hit me with the old soft-disown. No more calls, no more communication. They think they are loving me by not having contact with me. By depriving me of my family, they hope it will make me realize that the path I'm on is destructive, and I'll return to them living an upright life. No. I'm living an upright life, now. And if my family can choose to throw me away, then they are not a family I choose. Then my dad hit me back two months later, absolutely gaslighting me and pretending we never had the disown conversation at all. Reality - 'I don't know who I am anymore' I have trouble knowing what's real, anymore. Every message my dad sends on the surface seems loving and supportive and plaintive. I feel I must be the one in the wrong. I got fired for bullshit reasons. It doesn't feel real. "My family can't possibly have ceased contact with me: that's one of those things I know can never happen!!" But that did happen. So what else that feels real, actually isn't? I do

mean to be so dramatic, and I won't apologize for it. But I truly do feel like my mind has been pretty thoroughly unseated by the last year. Whoever I am, I'm becoming someone different. More distilled, at very least. I've discovered a lot of things about myself: trauma that has likely led to a lot of my mental health problems. Discovered I actually have RAGING ADHD, and it has robber me of a lot of things I wanted to do, and now is sort of consuming me completely. I'm looking for help. Trying to get better. Here's hoping. Every bold point above could be its own book, for all my thoughts about them. But enough of that for now. Love you. Thanks for reading.

#personal #depressed writing #life update #2020 sucked

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