#stop no wait i'm literally....i'm sorry i know it's emotional and this is totally very real in that the whole hating gene and gay people

[rfxiii]

could I request hcs for franklin, trevor, and michael on how they would go about apologizing or making it up to you after they did something wrong (I feel like I'm not making sense lol 😆 but basically I'm asking how would they get back on your good side after messing up big time) if requests are close, I apologize!!

(This totally makes sense, no worries! And my requests are always open, so feel free to send an ask whenever you’d like- I’m just a little slow atm. Also, I’m sorry about the long wait, and I hope you like it ☺️)

Franklin, Trevor, and Michael making up with you after an argument:

Franklin Clinton:

Arguments with Franklin are fairly rare. He’s a pretty level headed, loyal partner. But, like every relationship, arguments do happen.

Despite being kind, loyal, and loving, Franklin is also stubborn. It can be the cause of several of your arguments. And can also lead to him refusing to admit he’s wrong right away.

But once he does realize he’s been wrong, and understands that he’s upset you, he’ll go to the ends of the earth to make it up to you.

He’ll come to you like a sad puppy- curling up beside and gently taking your hands in his. He’s had time to think about what went wrong, and what was done to start the argument to begin with. He wants to talk it over, wants to get to the root of the problem to make sure it never happens again. He’ll stay up all night talking with you, and apologizing, until he’s sure everything is resolved and that you’ve forgiven him.

He may buy you something small and sweet the day after the fight. A teddy bear or a bouquet of roses aren’t uncommon after the two of you have had a disagreement. And for a few days afterwards, he treats you especially gently. He hates hurting your feelings or making you mad. So, he wants to prove just how much he does love you. Even if you two do argue.

Trevor Philips:

Arguments with Trevor are fairly commonplace. He’s set in his insane ways, and always self assured that he’s right. He’s more apt to listen to reason when it comes to you. But his erratic, wild behavior, and bad, dangerous habits are normally the root of arguments between you two.

There are several ways things can go after you two argue. But more often than not, it’s a couple days of passive aggressive comments and the silent treatment, until he’s convinced that this is the fight that’s going to split you guys apart. And then comes the waterworks.

He comes, literally, crawling back to you on his hands and knees, sobbing and snot nosed as he begs you not to leave him. He’s usually fairly high when he breaks down like this, so talking to him is slightly difficult. But he babbles at you non stop- telling you how much he loves you, how sorry he is, how he’s “such a worthless shit”.

The true talking it out usually comes the next morning, or afternoon, depending on how fucked up he got. But after his tears dry up and he’s caught his breath from all the sobbing, his usual method of making up with you is desperate, clingy sex. He doesn’t have a very good grasp on such big emotions, so he shows them physically instead of verbally. And you can feel his love and remorse through every press of his lips and every touch of his rough, scarred hands.

Michael De Santa:

He has issues with loyalty and honesty. You knew that before you got with him. But it doesn’t make the arguments that ensure because of it any easier.

He’s stubborn, self assured, and hot headed. Getting Michael to admit he’s wrong is like pulling teeth. And getting him to apologize is harder than winning a one man war. Once you two start to fight, it can last for days. And because of his petty, passive aggressive attitude, he sometimes tends to make things twice as bad.

It’s almost never that you hear him actually say “I’m sorry”. But eventually, after a few days of fighting, he realizes he’s being a child and understands that he was wrong. Even if he won’t admit it. So, he shows it the best way he knows how. Through gifts.

You’ll come home to find expensive jewelry on your pillow, or a new outfit hung up for you in the closet. He’ll have your favorite dinner made, and he’ll buy the wine he knows you like the best. He won’t apologize to you. But over dinner, he’ll take your hand, tell you how beautiful you look, and say something like “Let’s not fight anymore, angel. You know I hate seeing you upset.”

You know he’s too prideful to apologize. So, usually it’s just easier to cut your losses and accept that, while he’ll never verbally apologize, this is his version of saying “I’m sorry”. You know he truly is apologetic, and you love him, so you both agree to let this go and move on. He’s a good man, he’s just a little emotionally immature at times.

#gta v #gta 5 #grand theft auto v #grand theft auto 5 #trevor philips #michael de santa #franklin clinton #gta x reader #x reader #/reader #franklin clinton x reader #franklin clinton/reader #trevor philips x reader #trevor philips/reader #michael de santa x reader #michael de santa/reader

[boxofshadows]

How Pro-Heroes would react to y/n getting attacked by a villain and ending up in the hospital

✦Includes: Midnight, Eraserhead, All Might, Ms. Joke✦

A/N: sfw!! requests are open if your fav isn't here! I'll write for anyone~★

Midnight

Midnight is incredibly good at hiding her emotions, I believe. Shes used to wearing a mask 24/7 in her hero role, so when she finds out you'd been hospitalized by a villain, she puts on a mask of levelheadedness. She would feel guilty if you had to comfort her after you'd just been traumatized.

Course, you aren't used to this side of her, so you assume she doesn't care. You end up breaking down and asking if she even cares.

"Of course I care, love, did I make it seem like I didn't?" "I'm so sorry baby, I just didn't want to stress you more."

After that, things smooth out. If you don't mind the eventual scar, she'll make it into a joke and flirt about it. "Y'know, I always thought scars were attractive~" and similar things.

If you don't like the idea of a scar, she offers comfort, and a way to hide it until you're more comfortable. "If you want, I can help you hide it and minimize it."

Shes very affectionate the entire time, she doesn't leave the hospital until you basically force her to go check on your cat and get some actual sleep.

Secretly blames herself for not being able to protect you.

After you get out of the hospital she doesn't treat you like glass, persay, but she does NOT let you do anything against your doctor's orders.

She also helps you sign up for therapy and reminds you that whatever happened wasn't your fault. (Hypocrite much?)

Kisses you and reassures you 24/7

It takes a bit for her to stop blaming herself, but you work together:)

Eraserhead

Most emotional man I know of. "logical" my ass.

Aizawa is immediately at your side. Like he will run across rooftops to get to you. He has NO chill. Part of me believes he gets to the hospital at the same time as you.

Clingiest motherfucker alive. Every ten minutes in the waiting room it's "Can I go in yet?" To the nurses. He doesn't sit down once.

Once he gets to you literally nothing is capable of getting him away from you.

He comforts you whenever you need it, deep down he knows there was nothing he really could've done to get there sooner. He's completely and totally focused on you.

When your other friends get the clear to see you, Joke takes pictures of you and him sleeping in the most awkward position

Brings your favorite blankets and foods

Makes you a playlist of classical music to help you sleep

Anything you need, bro is on it immediately

Once you're released he refuses to let you do anything strenuous. He opens the car door for you, helps you get buckled, etc etc.

He does take the hint when you ask to shower alone, and backs off a bit after that.

He offers to ask Recovery Girl to heal you, and brings you painkillers when you need them.

He understands your paranoia after the incident and helps you learn basic ways to keep yourself safe.

All Might

Would get to the hospital as soon as he could, but knows that you'd want him to stay and finish any responsibilities.

If he's in the middle of something, he finishes it as fast as he can and then gets to the hospital.

He gets there just as you're being taken to a room

Instantly asking if you're okay, if you need anything. The second you say you need something he's on it.

Also a clingy motherfucker

But he knows how to distract you from whatever hurts with dumb jokes and pictures of his student's progress.

Knows how to fill dead air basically. Doesn't really ask about the villain unless you bring it up, just to make sure he doesn't potentially trigger anything.

Listens empathetically when you tell him about what happened.

Offers to get you food, but you're both indecisive so it's just a back and forth of:

"what do you want to eat?"

"idk, I'm good with whatever, what do you want"

"you're the one in the hospital bed, what do you want?"

"you have to go get it, so-"

"fine, (food you hate) it is."

"..."

Won't treat you like glass, he knows what it's like and fuckin hated it.

Still offers to help you though, he just doesn't want to suffocate you

Takes you on drives across the coast to get a break from the city

Ms. Joke

Tries to act like she wasn't worried and knew you'd be fine the whole time

She didnt

She had to call Midnight to calm her down

Makes jokes about you "being apart of the club now" (having been attacked by villains) and then apologizes for what happened

Brings you treats and things to make you smile (comfort items, silly things she saw at the store, etc)

Has Nemuri smuggle your guy's tiny dog in and out like twice

Sits in silence and watches you sleep

Brings you headphones to drown out the annoying beeping

A little over protective afterwards

Clingy, but not Shouta clingy.

"you should go home"

"why, is something wrong?"

"you haven't left the hospital in a week, you clown."

"oh yeah. Oops!"

"..."

"ok ok I'm going!"

Showers, but also washes the exact same clothes and rewears them just to fuck with you "you didn't say I had to change"

"tell me you washed those, em, or you're on the couch and the dog gets your pillows."

"Of course I did!"

#shadow shreds #from the box #hurtfic #hospital #bnha fanfic #drabbles #hcs #my hero academia #aizawa shouta #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #yagi toshinori #toshinori yagi x reader #all might x reader #nemuri kayama #Kayama Nemuri x reader #midnight x reader #eraserhead #aizawa x reader #midnight #ms. joke #emi fukukado #ms. joke x reader

[y4n3on]

SURPRISE VISIT

Ayato Aishi x Female reader

A Fluff Romance.

(Y/n) was visiting her boyfriend Ayato, she was walking her way to his house with a plastic bag full of snacks in her hand, she stopped at the front door of his house and rang the doorbell, she waited in front until the front door opened by Ayato, she lifted the bag full of snack in the same height of his face, she tilts her head on the side and smile.

Ayato's face lit up not from the snacks she brought but to see his girlfriend's face, he took the bag with his left hand and used his right hand to pull her inside wrapping his arm around her waist and hugging her leaning his face in her neck and whispers "I miss you (Y/n)", (Y/n) was startled at first but quickly hug him back and giggled because of it " sheesh, we literally just been together yesterday and you miss me already?" She teased.

Ayato lifted his face out of her neck to face her, pouting at her comment like a dog that had been kicked out as his arm still wrapped around her waist "But that was yesterday, and today was different" he was looking at her like he was about to cry, 'cute' is what she thought while preventing herself to giggle more "Ok, ok, your right tomorrow was different" she said.

(Y/n) patted his head "What about we go inside and close the door? There are people watching us" as she took Ayato's arm off of her waist and took the bag of snacks out of his other hand and let herself in at his house, Ayato watched her walk inside and suddenly looked outside the open door seeing there are really people looking at them, Ayato's face suddenly changes from a kicked puppy to a murderer glare to the people outside the street.

The people outside were terrified and started walking away as fast as they could, Ayato quickly closed the door and his face suddenly changed to a very excited dog, he walked inside up the stairs to his room as fast as he could, nearly tripping on the stairs, when he opened the door he saw (Y/n) sitting on the floor back facing the door and control in hand playing a video game called Magical Girl Pretty Miyuki on his tv totally focused.

Ayato decides to take revenge after being teased, he slowly creeps behind her back and tries to not make any noise as possible, (Y/n) who is super engaged in the game not noticing Ayato creeping behind her as she is about to win the round.

"BOOO!" As Ayato grabbed her shoulders quickly and smiled at her, "WAAA!" (Y/n) got scared as the controller in her hand flew up out of her hand, her head quickly turned to face him, still scared one hand was grabbing her chest to calm herself.

Her face switched from scared to mad the second she saw Ayato, "What was that for?" She was upset, "Sorry, it was just my revenge for teasing me earlier" Ayato's face went from smiling to sad puppy face (Y/n) still upset crossed her arms around her chest and pouted, she looked away and noticed that the game her playing had a 'GAME OVER' screen, Ayato hug her from the back still had his sad face "I'm sorry please don't ignore me" Ayato hug her a little tight like a child afraid of being alone.

(Y/n) seeing the 'GAME OVER' on the screen as the boss was in one hit away to defeat, she internally smirked as she saw a new way to tease Ayato, Ayato who still hugging her noticed the slight change in her girlfriend's demeanor 'ahhh~ she's planning something' Ayato thought he slightly smirk from the thought of it and plan to play along on her game.

(Y/n) decide to get a reaction out of him, she glared at him "Why did you do that for I was one hit away!" She was upset, it was pretty convincing, and others could fall for it, but Ayato knows and can tell she was just playing around.

Being born with no more than just fake emotions from all his childhood until that day, he knows that to satisfy her he'll play along with it, "I'm sorry please don't be mad" he looked at her as his face looked like he's been kicked out, "you think sorry is enough. hmp… Getaway" as she pouts more like a child as she turns her head facing away from him, Ayato, on the other hand, was getting sadder but.

'oh damn she's so cute, it makes me want to lock her up and keep her forever' Ayato's eyes start to slowly tear up as tears slowly drip from his eyes down to his cheeks, "I'm very sorry please?" (Y/n) saw his tears dripping, she moves out of his hug and faces him her hands cupped his cheeks as she wipes his tears away.

"Ayato don't cry I'm just kidding" (Y/n)'s voice was filled with worry, "Really?" Ayato's voice slightly quivers as his hand moves to hold her hands while it is still in his cheeks, "Really I promise" (Y/n) nods as her eyes field with determination "Then will you please stay here for the day?" Ayato leans to her touch while looking at her begging, (Y/n) feeling a little guilty about it "Sure" She smiled at him, not knowing she fell from his tricks.

Authors note Thank you for reader my first and only one shot for the moment so if you had any suggestions or request, I'll be happy to receive them I could only write story about I'm familiar with if you like to suggest please give me the theme and concept of your suggestions.

Anime: Bnha, Saiki k., Ouran high school host club,

Game: yandere simulator, Genshin impact, Honkai star rail, Tears of Themis

These are the game and anime I'm very familiar with so try suggesting about them and I only do male characters so sorry to disappoint others.

Thanks again

#ayato aishi #yandere kun #yandere boyfriend #yandere simulator #x female reader #x female y/n #ayato aishi x reader

[slugtranslation-hypmic]

Hello,

Is there any way you could translate Samatoki's newest solo, Rinka/Blue Flame? I've been looking for a translation everywhere, but cannot seem to find one.

Best regards and thank you very much.

Oh my God I am desperate slug-san, please please pleaaasee tell me you know where to find a translation of Samatoki's Rinka/Blue Flame!! OTL I was so surprised a translator wasn't already linked in the wiki which is where I usually look first & then I couldn't find anything by searching on twitter or google or tumblr and I just really wanna know what his song is about!! T°T I can't believe I found a translation of Honobono's song but not of Samatoki's song?? I must be doing sth wrong.. Help :')

Hey slug-san! A follow-up of the Rinka/Blue Flame message. I've searched some more, and I think there's actually no translation of it so far anywhere.. T~T Would you be willing to translate it? A standard/literal translation with a lil clean-up like you did with Akuma no Hana would be totally alright!! Thank you so much for giving us the opportunity to engage with Hypmic in a way the official creators haven't made possible yet! :D <3

Sure. Under a cut for length.

I'm running at a speed faster than grief, going so fast I leave even the smallest bad feelings behind me. I spit on my dead-end future, spit in the dirty puddles. Now I'm clinging to the guardrail, tears tracing scribbled lines down my cheeks. I bet it looks pretty comical. C'mon, laugh at me, why don't you? Let's start somewhere around the unhappy ending. Why not? Works for me. The clear, blue sky waits for sunset; but to hell with that. I don't need that crap! Let's do whatever we damn well please, here in this vacant city. Just the thought of them makes me light up a cigarette. Look, I don't wanna tell people we gotta fight each other to get what we want. I just think we have to, because there's things out there that're worth keeping safe. There's a stray dog baying at the rain streaking down the glass, and that SOB won't shut up. Hey, fuck your umbrella. Who needs that kinda crap? Throw it away and let the rain drench you too. The beat's entrenched in my soul, a stupid requiem for this unfair world we live in, lying on its sickbed. C'mon, get in there and pay your respects to it. You don't have the time to sit around feeling sorry for yourself. You know lashing out's the answer, right? You'll be okay. And I'm not gonna tell you you're running from your responsibilities. So c'mon. Quit your sniveling and come ride with me. The brakes don't work; those emotions never get any slower. And we're burning ourselves out, but don't let that stop you from coming along with me for the ride. Ride with me through thick and thin. Ride with me all the way to the grave.

A few final notes:

Sunset is a metaphor for melancholy. When Samatoki rejects that in the third verse, he's rejecting sitting through his feelings of loss. He uses this image again later in the line I wrote as "sit around feeling sorry for yourself."

The gender and plurality of the "them" Samatoki thinks about isn't specified. While it's most likely referring to his family, the verse immediately afterward sounds like a direct reference to Ichirou and Samatoki battling to save their siblings in the TDD breakup.

"We're burning ourselves out" could also be written like "We're burning ourselves down to ash" which connects with the cigarette image.

Given the prevalence of stray dogs in hardboiled/yakuza fiction and their recurrence as an image in Samatoki's other raps, the stray dog should be understood to be Samatoki himself.

#hypmic translations

[slayingqueenchal]

"Are you serious, Remus, james's little sister? " | remus Lupin x y/n potter

Y/n is a year younger than James, you're Gryffindor in this fic, I'm sorry for the hufflepuffs, ravenclaws and Slytherins. No smuts. Y/n doesn't know about remus's Lycanthropy, and the marauders being animagus. ATYD inspired. Moody remus. Cheesy love story.

"Merlins beard! What happened to you, rem? " You asked In a soft caring way. He was laying on the hospital wings bed. Scars on his upper body, and it looks so painful. He looks tired, as if he didn't sleep the whole night.

Remus stuttered a few words, before saying "I was just walking but then a dog.. It attacked me"." That's sound painful, I'm sorry, but, you won't be going to any classes right? " You asked

"I will," He said. "No way, no way right, madam pomfrey? " You turned to look madam pomfrey. "Yes I'm afraid he won't go to class," Remus cuts her off "but-", but, you cut him off saying "see madam pomfrey said it, besides its only one day, you can asks if you have any homework or something to someone".

"Right... Alright I'll be staying for the day" Remus sighed, in defeat. "Good, oh no, uhm bye Remus, bye madam pomfrey, uhm I need to get to class, bye! " You said, looking at the very beaten up clock.

"Goodbye, y/n! " Said Remus, with madam pomfrey saying "goodbye dear".

The day went on perfectly, and you sat with James, Sirius, and Peter. They're like your closest friend, and with Sirius staying in your house it makes your friendship stronger. You liked Sirius and Peter. Sirius is humorous, talks alot, Peter is funny too, even though he's a bit quieter than your brother or Sirius. But, the thing is you like them in a, a platonic way. But, your feelings to Remus differs.

Remus was your first ever crush, well, still to this day in fourth year. Your not-so-quite-friend-but-is-a-friend Regulus, sirius's brother seems to notices. In potions class while working together, he asks if you had a thing for Remus, which you denied.

It was before you went to Hogwarts when you knew about Remus. James, Sirius and Peter has been sending a million letters to him, even though you said for them to stop, cause he might be busy.

But, one day you sirius got a letter. His infamous..

'Dere sirius

Pleas dont send me more letters. Can't read them and matron getting anoyed by the owls. See you on the train.

Remus.'

You giggled a bit. "Finally you've got an answer, sirius" You looked up to him. "Don't tell James, or Peter" He said. "Alright, I wont" You said.

"Hey sis! " James hits you softly. "Daydreaming about some men? " James snorts. "He's not old" You accidentally said.

"Ooo, pr-james, seems like your sister have a crush on some guy in Hogwarts! " Sirius smirked to James. "Better not be Snivellus" James said. "No he's a Gryffindor, oh wait.. " You looked down.

"Oh wait, who is it? " James looked more serious now. "No one, really, uhm I'll go, uh, homework" You said. "Y/n, it's Friday night, you can literally do it tomorrow" Peter finally talked.

"Right, uhm, I'll go check on Remus, see if he's not as tired as he was" You excused your self. Well, none of them know you just told who you liked.

"Totally now weird at all, y/n" Sirius smiled sarcastically and you left. Searching for, well, none other that Remus Lupin him self, of course.

You walked to the hospital wing and see Remus already standing, so you went in. "Hey, remus". He flinched. " Oh.. Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you" You smiled weakly but remus immediately said "no no! You don't have to be sorry, I'm just sleepy, by the way madam pomfrey let me go back so" He looked down.

"That's great! Are you feeling better, is it hurting? " You asked. "I'm alright, geez y/n can you just stop! For godrics sake just stop being so 'caring' and stuff, cause you don't care! Stop acting like you do! " Remus looked at you dead in the eyes.

"Oh.. I'm sorry, uhm, well I'm going to my dorm now, bye! " You felt rushed and mixed emotions. It was stupid for you to felt sad.

You walked out of the hospital wing. And stupidly felt really sad. You looked back and saw Sirius go to the hospital wing. You couldn't care less.

While you walked to the dorm, Sirius asked Remus. "Where's y/n, she said she was going here to check on you". " Sirius, Sirius, you know how moody I am, right? " Remus said, his eyes as if he saw something traumatic.

"Yeah, you can be moody some times" Sirius nodded. "Well I said a really rude thing, and now she's mad at me which is understandable! But James is going to know, and then he'll be mad, and the he wouldn't want to be friends with me, and then you too, Peter too, and then 50/50 percent chance one of you tell everyone that I have lyca- you know what! And then she hates me for having it, and I'll be heartbroken, cause like I'm in love with her!,plus expelled, then matron wouldnt want to-" Remus rambled but Sirius cuts him off with "Are you serious, Remus, James's little sister?".

"I know, I'll loose feelings slowly, but how! I've been head over heels for the girl since second year, and now she's pissed off! Because of me! " Remus said. "Hell, moony, she likes someone, he's in Gryffindor too, it must be you! " Sirius clapped his hands and smiled.

"Never, if she finds out about what I am, she'll be disgusted" Remus sighed.

Well, you in the other hand, was with James and Peter in the boys common room. "God Jamie he hates me" You layed on James bed and face first to his pillow. "No he doesn't, he's just.. Moody at times" James said.

"Pete you agree with me right, he hates me! " But Peter said silent. "Instead of thinking heavily.. About remus, what about you do that homework of yours and clear your mind a bit" James suggested.

"I'm not serious about the homework thing! I have no homework! " You looked at James and sat up. When James was going to speak, the door opened with Sirius and Remus. "Hey?" Sirius waved.

"Shit! I have homework! Bye! " You jumped out of the bed and left. "Didn't you say that you don't have-" You cut James off "yes I do, uh, yeah bye! " You got out of their dorm and went to your own.

"Oh god.. Remus" Sirius sighed. "She hates me! " Remus whispered-yell.

"Are you to having a telepathy session right now cause she went here rambling about how 'you hate her' and she was like, manic" James said, raising his eyebrows.

"James... Take a deep breath... I like your sister" Remus said quietly. "Knew it" James said. But he surprisingly smiled. "You know what it means, padfoot, 15 galleons" Smirked James.

"Oh for merlins sake you bet on me? " Remus turned to Sirius, and he met an annoyed-sorry eyes.

"Later, prongs, what about Remus? " Sirius said. "I mean I, as her lovely brother, Is fine with you liking her, cause you never cross the line, but, well you need to apologize" Said James, it was one of James's first time ever being rational.

"I'll ask my dear lily, come come" He said. So, remus followed James. "Lils my dear, can you please call my sister here, we don't want to get Remus hurt by sliding of the stairs, and him feeling like he wants to disappear, and it'll be severe for me, Sirius and Peter! "

"Oh my gosh James you don't need to make every thing rhyme, for remus's sake yes I'll call her" She sighed, standing up and walking away from her friends.

"Y/n? " You heard a knock, you knew it was lily from her voice. You opened it "yes? ".

"Can you follow me, for a second " She smiled, and you followed anyways, if you don't James would be mad at you for not following your 'future sister in law'.

"Oh. Remus..! " You tried to be energetic, when meeting him. Lily and James suddenly disappeared.

"Hey, y/n it's almost curfew but I don't care, uhm, I'm sorry, I was rude" He said. "It's fine, rem, I was being too sensitive, I mean, it's fine for everyone to be moody" You 'smiled'.

"Y/n," He asks. "Yeah? ".

"Can we go to my common room, I want to tell you something" Remus said. You feared that he knew you had a thing for him, and that, he doesn't like you back. Or he doesn't want to be friends with you anymore.

When Remus opened the door three boys were waiting. "Hey boys.. Uhm, can you guys in the most respectful way get out, just for five minutes" Remus said.

But surprisingly to you, they didn't say anything and got out. "So, what do you want to tell me? " You asked.

"I like you, y/n, since second year, James knows, and if you don't like me back it's fine anyways" He looks down. "Rem, rem, I don't like you I'm bloody in love with you! " You saw the relief in his face.

"But before I ask you if you want to be my girlfriend.. Uhm I need you to know something" Remus said, finally looking into your eyes. "Yeah, what is it? " You asked.

"I have lycanthropy. I'm a werewolf, I'm a monster, I just don't want to hide it to you anymore, but if you're still somehow interested in me... Y/n, would you like to be my girlfriend? " Remus looked down, again.

"I don't care if you have lycanthropy, hell, that explains everything, and also.. " You.. You put your lips onto his.

"I'm guessing that's a yes? " Remus giggled, cheeks going red. "Solid yes" You smiled

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[sugar-omi]

Incoming ramble I wanna hear you’re thoughts on this cause it’s been on my brain for a little bit and it’s got me in my feels

K so I forget if it’s in the step 3 prologue or in the Drive moment but either way when on the topic of Cove leaving for Nevada every now and again and choosing how your MC feels about it there’s the option to choose that it makes you sad and nervous specifically because the little 8 year old in you (who remember was probably HORRENDOUSLY lonely) was scared that Cove was gonna leave and never come back

Now that option alone already gets to me (cause I relate to it hard cough cough) but just imagine the MC actually confessing to Cove about that fear!! Obviously the MC doesn’t want to make Cove stop going cause yknow he’s literally going to see his own mom but MC also can’t deny that there’s that sad lonely little kid inside their head who just doesn’t want to be left alone again so they’re kinda just stuck in the dilemma. But soon enough after feeling well enough to admit it they finally tell Cove about it and get to actually work it out!!!

It just- AUGH ITS GOT ME EMOTIONAL MAN I CANT-

cove would actually feel so relieved omg bc it makes him sad too and he misses you, ofc ik he says that no matter what but I think he also worries abt leaving n nevering coming back

very traumatized from the move after his mom n dad divorced n he tried to run away bc he missed krya, yk 😟

reassures you that he'll always come back, and that if that did happen he'd prbly try to run away to see you LOL

would offer to take you with him!!! if you're dating ofc you need to work it out w his mom a bit more than necessary but she wouldn't mind if you stayed over or came to hang out w them

I imagine krya spends a Lotta time at work anyway since she can't be on leave the entire time he visits, so she'd be relieved that he has someone to keep him conpany

he talks abt you so much anyway, it's like you're basically there w them already

if you can't or don't want to go with him, he'd video call you sm more

sends lots of pictures n texts and voice messages

tells you basically everything abt his day and sends gm and gn texts

NO VOICE MESSAGES

omg...

coves sleepy, raspy voice saying "good morning" (

sounds like this, would even call you sunshine like sonny did!!!😭😭

I'm falling apart

mmm if he's gone a long time he'd prbly even come see you, or meet you half way

which is stressful bc he has a long drive but he would bc he's crazy abt you

omg gives you a shirt of his.

BUYS MATCHING SHIRTS

omg and asks you what you're wearing every day until you say that shirt n he wears it like "omg!!! what a coincidence!!!!" babe we know u did it on purpose PLEASE

sends you flowers

n by send you flowers I mean asks his dad to pick up some flowers and deliver them to you

sends his dad money too but cliff would prbly pay for them once or twice bc he thinks this is so chge n send the money back to cove so cove is like "dad!!!" n just makes an order on his card bc his dad is so stubborn😭😭

cliff is actually in love w your guys relationship he's so happy,,, pls

I should write some hc's on how cliff feels abt you guys dating bc my man's is so happy!!!! pls. OK anyway

OMG YOU VIDEO CALL N EAT TOGETHER

will ask what you're eating n have the same thing if he can

OMG HE PICKS UP ONE TIME AND HE'S RUNNING ACROSS THE STREET N HES LIKE "WAIT DONT EAT YET I GOTTA PICK UP THE FOOD"

n you can just see his chin, the sky and then it's like kinda black n then for some reason u can see the floor and then he's like "sorry" and he starts running back to his car AGAIN

and so he delicately places the phone down n is panting n just goes, "sorry. I'm ready now" *throws his head back* "omg gimme a minute... man. climbing thru your window really came in handy"

KISSES THE SCREEN

big "mmmmwaahhh!!!"

or tiny "mweh", no in between

falling asleep on the phone too

WOULD TUCK THE PHONE IN.. OMG STOP IT

he's totally normal abt you I swear

#olba #cove holden

[mar0on]

✮ APOLOGIZE ✮

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✦ synopsis: in which things take a turn for the worse when cass decides to confide in max-ernest* (*rewritten scene from the third book)

⟡ content warnings: none just angst!

✦ word count: 1082

✮⋆ a/n: it never sat right with me how max-ernest treated her in this scene so i wrote it myself ⋆✮

The one thing Cass hated more than panicking and crying when she was supposed to be the hero was having to ask someone for help when she was supposed to be the hero, but the situation had gotten so out of hand that the only thing she could do was show up at Max-Ernest's door, teary-eyed.

She walked up his mother's half-doorstep and found him about to flip a coin to decide which parent's car to ride in. She grabbed him by the shoulders and willed herself not to cry just yet.

"It's an emergency," she whispered. "Wherever you were going, tell your mom you can't go!"

"Great! That's totally . . . great!" he exclaimed.

She furrowed her brows. At the very least, his confusing demeanor distracted her from the dam of emotions creeping up on her. "Wait, now are you being sarcastic?"

She waited anxiously, chewing on her thumb as Max-Ernest spoke with his parents—separately. She tapped her foot against the ground, trying to regulate her shaky breathing. She couldn't let herself fall apart—not yet.

Eventually, his parents were waving goodbye and leaving—together?—and they were heading inside his mother's half-house.

The elegant but cold half-house left comfort to be desired. Cass managed to stub her toe through her platform sneakers, knock her elbow on a counter, and conk her head against a piece of plywood awkwardly sticking out of the DIYed wall where the half-house has been sawed off of Max-Ernest's father's half-house.

And yet she still found herself pacing back and forth in the living room.

She rambled about everything that had happened, from bringing up the Tuning Fork in front of Chef Hugo to her handing it to him an hour earlier. She poured her heart out more in this confession than she ever had in her 13 years of life.

"You didn't say 'I'm sorry'," Max-Ernest said blankly at the end of her monologue, and the words hit her like a punch to the gut.

The fucking disrespect.

She grimaced. "Why would I apologize?" she scoffed in sheer disbelief. 

"You lied."

"Well, not—not really. I just didn't tell you everything. I mean, the note from Hugo literally said I couldn't tell you anything or else I'd never see my mom ag—ow!" she exclaimed, having knocked her shin into the corner of a sleek glass coffee table.

"No, you lied," Max-Ernest said, completely ignoring her injury and the way her voice was trembling the more agitated she became and the closer she got to breaking down. "You told us the reason it was so important to find the Tuning Fork was that Pietro was testing us. But he wasn't, was he?"

She stared at him for a moment, in shock, until she'd stopped distracting herself with pacing long enough she was actually beginning to cry.

She wiped away a tear and rolled her eyes. "You know what? Fuck you, Max-Ernest."

"You don't have to be so . . . aggressive about it, Cass. I think it's perfectly reasonable for me to ask you to apologize when you lied—"

"No, it's not, Max-Ernest. My mom was—" Her voice cracked and she took in a shaky breath to try and keep herself from full-blown sobbing in front of him right now. "My mom was kidnapped. Kidnapped! I mean, have you been listening to what I've been saying . . . ? Do you honestly even care about anyone or just yourself?"

He stared at her blankly for a moment. She wondered why he looked so emotionless. She knew he'd always had trouble expressing his emotions but at this point it just seemed like he just didn't care. 

"You lied, Cass. You don't lie to frie—"

"What would you know about friends?! You didn't have anyone before me!" she yelled, followed by a yelp in pain as she walked into the very sharp corner of the sleek T.V stand. 

"Well, you didn't have anyone before me, either!" Max-Ernest replied, suddenly filled with a wave of anger he'd never felt before and an urge to defend himself.

"It sure as hell wasn't because I demanded an apology when my friend was obviously in distress."

He felt a tight ache in his chest. Was he losing Cass, one of his only friends, again? The same way he had last year? He just couldn't understand why she was so angry at him. Something bad happened to her, sure, but she still lied, and when you lie to your friends you're required to apologize. Right?

"What is that supposed to mean?" 

"I don't—" Cass brought her hands up and pressed the ends of her palms to her eyes for a moment before dragging her hands down her face. "I don't know." She dropped her hands to her sides and sighed, exasperated. "I came because you're typically my comfort person, and usually I can count on you. But you're being shitty the one time I really need you and I just—" she whispered, her voice breaking and rasping against her throat, tears welling in her eyes again. She breathed deeply. Her face was already tear-stricken. She didn't want to cry again.

"I'm gonna head over to Yo-Yoji's. Hopefully he won't be such a fucking asshole like you're being," she sniffled and began to storm out.

"Cass—" Max-Ernest began, but she slammed the door on him, too exhausted to argue with him anymore.

★

"Yo-Yoji . . . ! You . . . ! The . . . !"

Yo-Yoji hear his mother's muffled calls from the kitchen in his bedroom and twisted his face in confusion, removed his headset. "What?!" he called back. 

"Can you get the door? I'm busy!"

He threw his head back and rolled his eyes. "Ughhh," he groaned to himself. "Finee!!" 

He threw himself out of his chair and sprinted out his room, took the stairs two at a time before jumping to the end, using the hand rail to brace himself. He practically ran the rest of the way before taking advantage of his socked feet to slide himself perfectly in front of the door.

Despite his attitude towards getting the door, he was in quite a chipper mood today and was full of energy.

He opened the door and instantly time just slowed nearly to a stop for a painful heartbeat.

There stood Cass, face red, eyes puffy, and tears running down her face. Her breathing was ragged and she looked terrified. 

"Cass . . . ?"

"Yo-Yoji—" she managed a broken reply between sobs.

He didn't even have to think about it before pulling her into a tight hug.

#the secret series #cass the secret series #max-ernest the secret series #yo-yoji the secret series

[jaythelay]

It took me a while to figure out what was wrong with modern Fnaf and I think I nailed it:

It's a progressing story. No longer are we being given pieces of lore from history unknown, we're waiting on the next update to the currently happening story.

Problem is that it's very surface level. They haven't put the effort in to make it feel modern, there's an absolute lack of checking webpages and source codes, an absolute lacking necessity to even keep up because nobody knows anything until several games in.

Like, yeah you could say some of the same to the original 3-5/6 games, but what you couldn't truly say was that it wasn't interesting.

Stuff taking place before or around the time you were born means "catching up" but anything taking place now means "staying informed" and in an era where people are more political than ever, I cannot stress how dumb of an idea it is to burden people with that, and not expect them to just wait for the next Game Theory.

All these ARGs are burdens. Keep it in the past, make it so I'm "learning history" while absolutely not, instead of "keeping myself informed on modern events" because my FUCKING god do I already to a severe degree, you'll be put on the backburner FAST before I learn something, even if RolePlaying, "everyone already knew" or "everyone could've known" content.

And don't, please, don't tell me it somehow takes place in the past, I'm sorry man but security features and slightly advanced AI in the 90s is more acceptable than literally anything in Security Breach/Ruin in modern times. It's beyond cheesy, it's just lazy. And it doesn't feel intentional, it feels like Boomers are somehow inexplicably in charge of a series predominately Gen Z's perspective of the 1990s.

Idunno, Security Breach never pissed me off, it just...leaves absolutely no impression. Doesn't seem to try. Like RE1 characters left more impression than Gregory. There's more emotion in Chris absolutely alpha-ing beta ass Wesker's stupid T-Virus project than the entirety of Gregory's Dialogue. Wesker actually comes to tears dude, Gregory is the same beginning to end. None of the characters leave any impression outside of character design and voice acting, no character other than what literally everyone added to it, but the actual character is inexplicably still nothing. Like a puppet. Total AU bait material beginning to end with nothing done with it.

But I'm not infuriated or annoyed, just bored by it all. Like, man, Afton is an AI attached to haunted metal. I get it, you can go with alot, I'm WILLING, I'm just not ever given the trust to do so. No gameplay worth delving into that excuses efforts to learn the lore. Like, in Dark Souls you learn because it's put in between necessity. That's how Fnaf was half-way set up, different posters on the wall were present blatantly, for you to learn the lore, but aren't there to affect gameplay, that was fine, but when you make your game linear story based content, you lose that charm and genuine player agency to learn the lore.

How do I put this, there wasn't a linear story based gameplay to Fnaf 1-4, as dumb as that sounds, if you play these games normally, you simply do not need to know anything about the lore. The gameplay and lore were separate, this was intentional and designed that way. Security Breach HAS as Story, it IS the gameplay, it was designed intentionally combined, but I cannot stress enough how poorly it was done. Like, gameplay should be what PUSHES the story, not the other way around, because then you lose Player Agency and are just making a Playable Cutscene.

Take Half-Life, you just go where takes you forward, you don't know what is and isn't 'in-universe' designed as an actual path to take, you aren't directed explicitly by the game design, it's there, you learn it, you keep it in your mind, you speedrun it, it's Linear Gameplay rarely broken up by the Porn Story.

Fnaf never broke up for the story. But Security Breach is like HL2, you HAVE to stop every 5 god damn minutes to have pointless characters that do absolutely FUCK ALL to your gameplay tell you that what you're doing is so important and they're so important but literally whether they were there or not, you'd notice nothing different.

Fnaf was a gameplay that happened at you, and the reason was for you, the player, to discover.

I won't fault Fnaf for having books and stuff inform the story, it's interesting, it's new, it's just... not what I'm into, and the shift wasn't painful for me, I never really bothered with the games and stuff, but that was always the apparent appeal, now, Idunno man, just kinda feel like I'm keeping up with a developing story more than being informed on (fake) events of the past that we're picking pieces of for more information.

Now I'm just...kinda waiting for events to play out, and I already am with aloooooot politically. Don't get me started on real life, non-political stuff.

I'll say this, at the very least, it teaches youths to not take stuff at face value, that talking heads and false speakers exist. That people aren't always fully informed, that people aren't always inherently trying to fuck you over, everyone's just scared, trying to be as informed as the uncertain nature of life takes place.

I like that, I think it has a place, but I do mourn the loss of how just GOD damn good old Fnaf was. Truly don't think we'll return to that period of time, where anyone, you and me, can just take a guess on viewing the page source code, download images and brighten them, really just possible for anyone to put the effort in and be apart of it.

Of course, now it's normalized, what's the point really in doing something that's now going to be frontrunner people's first choice, it's like doing Binary Comments, if you're doing them, it better be because you're just wanting something approachable for anyone mostly as a joke. Otherwise it's just comical. As it should be.

I don't dislike modern Fnaf, it's not made for me, simply sad that 2014 will never exist again.

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf

[exsqueeze-me]

Aaa hi again, sorry for the second message spam, it's me, the oozaru snuggles anon! I just noticed the requests open to followers post and made a tumblr account, I'm so sorry!! Here is my account, you're the only blog I'm following rn homegirl ❤️❤️🤣

(My h e a r t! This really made my receptors collect the serotonin! Thank you for the ask, dear!!)

Goku: Easily the most out of control. As soon as his eyes land on the full moon, its game over. The only saving grace if if you're loud enough for him to hear you over the crumbling of the stone pillars and trees. If he recognizes you, he stops, mid attack and just.. kinda stares. It's up to you to take a few steps foward and make grabby hands at him. He'll pick you up and ever so slowly bring you to his face. Once you nuzzle into his fur, he just kinda vibes. Like, he really is like 'I wanna destroy stuff, but this small creature makes me wanna, like, not'.

Vegeta: It would take a lot to actually make him lose control in great ape form. And even then, hes still rather aware of his surroundings, he just usually could care less about them. For the most part, if you're caught up in the crossfire, or nearing it, he picks you up and brings you as far away as he can before going back to breaking shit. If, however, you cling onto him, he might try to gently shake you off. If that fails he makes little angry, grunty noises. Then he just kinda stares at you all angry (hes not actually angry, hes actually living in the tiny snuggles but hes a dramatic bitch).

Raditz: He probably chills out the fastest. Literally just call out to him or make some gestures like 'hey, I'm here' and he just grabs you and sets you on his head so that u can snuggle into his fur. Once you're perched safely, he proceeds to continue on his reign of terror, but, like, more gentle cause he doesn't wanna accidentally knock you off.

Bardock: Like father, like son. He just yoinks you, puts you on his head or his shoulders, and continues to be a menace. Usually, if he goes great ape, shits going down. He does occasionally stop and make sure you're still cuddled into his fur. He might even purr a tiny bit while destroying shit cause, like, he gets to wreak havoc and get cuddles? It's a win win.

Gine: Doesn't wreak havoc. Big monke cuddles are supreme. She purrs hella loud and her tail thumping will probably cause more damage than anything else. Very gentle with you, might try to stroke your hair (kinda like when one of those big fuzzy moths or a lizard is on your hand vibing and I gotta give them tiny pets so that ur just barely touching them, yeah)

Broly: You might wanna hide and wait out most of his temper tantrum. He has okay control over his great ape, but he just doesn't have good control of his emotions in general. Once hes calmed down a bit he kinda lays down and scooches you close to him. He 100% curls around you and you just get to snuggle up to the big monke. Vvv loud snores, I mean earth quaking snores. Recomend investing in some really good earplugs.

Turles: Ur fucked, mate. He could honestly care less about your well being in the throes of his temper tantrum. If, on the off chance your alive to see the end of his fit, he just kinda sits and crosses his arms and broods til to moon goes down. Feel free to cuddle up to him, but know that he wont cuddle back (he totally wraps you with his tail if your close enough but will say he didnt know you were there if you ask him about it. he did know you were there hes just a big baby).

#dbz #raditz #bardock #broly #gine #goku #turles #vegeta

[jslittlebirdie]

Here Without You

Pairing: Soft!Ledger!Joker x Reader

Summary: Your last days have been really bad and exhausting. There are always new problems you have to take care of, you feel tired and burnt out, and on top of that, J hasn't shown up for several days. That was until today.

Word count: 1,344

Genre: probably a bit angsty / fluffy comfort / self-insert

Warnings: Reader has a bad day, low self esteem

Notes: A very big thank you to my dearest best friend @fan-of-pretty-much-2-much for encouraging me to post this fic. What would I do without you, your support and love? I own you so much🥺😭 Also, thank you so incredibly much for this simply beautiful title💜

Well, this fic is a total self-insert😅 I basically wrote it for myself as a comfort. So it's probably too cheesy and my characterization of J is way too soft and ooc. But maybe someone will like it anyway, I don't know. So read at your own risk lol🙈 Also, the text is unedited and English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes.

Taglist: @ajokeformur-ray @sacredempressnatlyia @rommies

It had been days now since you last saw your clown. News reports were your only clues as to his whereabouts and well-being. You didn't blame him, he was a busy man - a free man who came and went as he pleased - and you wouldn't keep him from his business. Even though, if you were honest, you would love to not let him leave your apartment ever again, and instead keep him with you where you knew he was safe; not that he couldn't take care of himself.

But you missed him terribly. And on top of that, your doubts and insecurities were getting worse with each passing day. You probably weren't good enough for him, too boring and annoying with all your worries. Would he ever come back to you? Was he tired of you? Had you perhaps upset him without knowing it?

And today... Today was a particularly bad day. Already early in the morning the day had started with bad news, new things you had to take care of. Problems kept coming up, there just seemed to be no end in sight. Once you had taken care of one thing, two new things popped up. You felt overwhelmed, burned out and tired. You longed for a break. You longed for him.

A familiar noise. But you only heard it very distantly. You were far too lost in your sad and gloomy thoughts. You sat on your bed and stared at the wall. Your eyes hurt because you tried to hold back your tears as hard as you could, even though you knew it was wrong. But you wanted to stay strong, not show any weakness.

The noise came closer, heavy footsteps. The door to your room cracked open and a face painted with makeup peered in, looking for you. When J spotted you, he grinned mischievously. But his good mood soon changed when he saw you in this miserable state. He immediately noticed that something was wrong, even if he didn't quite know what it was yet. So he entered your room without waiting for you to give him your permission. And even when J stood right in front of you and looked at you with his beautiful dark eyes, which actually showed a hint of concern, you hardly reacted, which admittedly only worried him more. Because you normally ran up to him at the first sign of his presence. But today was... different. And he didn't like it at all.

"What's the matter, toots, hm? I'm back, I'm here."

You stared at him, but you couldn't see him. You hadn't quite realized yet that he was truly standing in front of you. It seemed more like your mind was playing a trick on you - an evil trick to torture you even more. "I'm so sorry, J," you finally uttered. It wasn't so much directed at him as you were talking to yourself.

"You're sorry for what?" He frowned thoughtfully. He couldn't remember anything you had done that you needed to apologize for. But it wasn't a surprise that you apologized in the first place. You apologized for the smallest things, sometimes even for apologizing. But this time, he was a little bit confused.

"I don't know. That I annoyed you with... with me being the way I am. I don't know, okay?!" That was the moment you snapped back to reality. You saw him. Standing in front of you, in his usual slightly bent posture, his head tilted to one side as he tried to figure things out. And that's when you couldn't hold back your tears any longer.

Intuitively, J leaned down towards you and reached out to cup your face with his gloved hands. But you flinched away from him, too ashamed and insecure. "No, J. Don't!"

But he didn't let that stop him. Even though you had said the exact opposite, he could tell by the look in your eyes how much you wanted him. And it caused a strange feeling to rise in his chest - he wasn't sure what to think of it, so he just shrugged it off and focused all of his attention back on you. He sat down next to you, wrapped his arms around your body that was trembling with tension, and gently pulled you to him. This time you let it happen; the second he touched you, you were like putty in his hands. Moments later you found yourself on his lap and you couldn't help but cling to him as tightly as you could, your tear-streaked face buried in his broad chest, inhaling his scent between heavy sobs - a mixture of burnt rubber, gasoline and sweat (he had been out there for days, of course, he hadn't had time to worry about such trivialities) and something so specifically J that your heart ached. Oh, how much you had missed him. All you wanted and needed was him. Your J. It was kind of ironic. While others ran away from him in sheer panic, you longed for him. You had never been like others, you saw so much more in him than just a criminal. To you, he was your charming, sometimes pretty grumpy, but still in his own special way caring and loving clown - but you better not say this out loud. You just loved him. This realization hit you so hard that a new wave of emotions washed over you.

"Shush. I'm here, I gotcha." He shifted beneath you, loosening his grip around you, causing you to sigh in frustration. Rustling of expensive material and then suddenly you felt all warm - he had wrapped you in his royal purple coat and then put his arms around you again like a vice. You were in the warmest, safest embrace you could ever think of. Immediately, your body relaxed, your trembling finally subsided. You listened to his steady heartbeat and mimicked his breathing. J hummed and smiled to himself as he noticed your reaction.

When you finally felt calm enough, you lifted your face off of him so you could look at him; your eyes were bloodshot and dark rings stood out beneath them. He hated to see you like this, but he said nothing; he waited until you were ready to talk. And you were ready. You took a deep breath and finally murmured, "Today was just a shitty day. There's so much to do and it seems to never get any less. Everything is too much. And I... I missed you so much... I thought you weren't coming back."

"But here I am, right?" He squeezed you a little tighter to put emphasis on his words. "I know you've got a lot going on right now. But ya got this, toots. You're tougher than you think you are. Aaand..." A huge and devious grin formed on his lips. You could literally see him thinking about all the things he had done in the past few days. "I need to lay a little low for the next few days."

"Yeah, I picked up something like this on the news. What is it this time?" You're no longer able to suppress a weak giggle. And a yawn. You were so very tired and exhausted, you hadn't slept well since J left, when he wasn't by your side. But now that you were cocooned in his protective warmth... Your eyes grew heavier and heavier. "So does this mean you're staying home, J?"

"I'm not going anywhere, sweets." He moved you both on the bed until you were in a lying position, you still on top of him wrapped in his coat. Even though he would never admit it, he had missed you too. And holding you in his arms like that - feeling you, knowing you were safe and relaxed - made him aware of his own exhaustion. He pressed a sloppy kiss to your forehead, leaving a beautiful reminder for you when you woke up in the morning, and then closed his eyes himself.

#ledger!joker #ledger joker #J #ledger!joker fanfic #soft!joker #soft!ledger!joker #ledger joker x reader #ledger!joker x reader #fluff #fluffy comfort #joker fluff #joker fanfiction #tdk fanfic #my fanfic #my writing

[calllamander]

Okay I'm ready I've made up my mind , here's a little backstory no one wants to hear: my sister just got engaged and I cried for about half an hour because I was so freakin happy for her sooo I'm in such a lovely mood , maybe you can pick that up and write a little engagement thingy ? :) idc if it's drabble hcs or else , whatever works best for you sweetie 😊 also you can pick the character ...... but we both know who works always for us lmao

Thank you so muuuch and take all the time you need ! 💖

ahhhh! this is so sweet! nonnie congrats to your sister!! when I got this ask I literally started smiling so wide in my online class that everyone was really confused 😂 I hope this is alright...and plausible haha I’ve never been proposed to (hurry up Tooru smh) - sorry for the wait, this is my piece de résistance and I wanted it to be as good as it could be ❣️

Hq boys proposing

KUROO smiled at you from the passenger seat, your hand in his as usual as you drove, Tokyo fading into the patchwork fields of country. “tetsu...” you ask, laughing as the wind tangled you’re hair, “where are we going?” it seemed almost as if he had been waiting for you to ask because he suddenly looked nervous, very nervous, the kind of nervous where he accidentally blurts out chemistry pick up lines on the first date (it’s a miracle he got a second one). he looked over, emboldened by your easy enthusiasm. “do you remember when we were still in high school, and you used to call me and just say ‘get me out of here?’ ” his voice is low and serious, and impossibly gentle with emotion. you nod, and your smile gets sadder at the memory, the memory of you. “well,” he stops the car and opens up his door, hurrying round to do the same for yours, composing his thoughts as you start the walk, down the path off the road, along the river, and he feels a flush of pride as recognition illuminates your face. it’s a perfect evening, the sky is watercolour pink and orange, and the water reflects it perfectly. “we found this place by chance” he continued speaking faster from nerves, “and when we walked down this- this exact path, i knew that this was different from anything else. my whole life I have had a good life, and I had been with good people and yet I‘d just felt...” he paused, and looked you right int he eyes, before sighing out: “restless.” your mouth opens slightly and you whisper his name. “And you know when I’m with you I just feel still” he continues, starting to blink back tears. “and I love you more than I’ve ever loved anything y/n l/n, and” he got down on one knee: in front of the setting sun, and the river refracting the light. and he did look still. he looked radiant and relaxed and so so happy. and you covered your face with your hands but stopped yourself because you didn’t want to miss any of this. “and this is my moms ring” he said, “and i wish she could’ve met you but I know she would have“ his voice cracked and he looked away for a split second, swallowing hard, “would have loved you almost as much as I do.” he grinned in spite of himself and you smiled too, even through your tears. “so,” he laughed, “after all this, I guess ill just....” he laughed again, messing his hair up agitatedly, “will you marry me?”

“yes!” you laugh and run towards him, “a thousand times yes!”

OIKAWA looked himself over once more in the mirror, he’d tried hard to look like he’s trying but also casual which makes him feel kind of stupid but that paradox of appearances and feelings is just how he’s wired. casual. not I’ve-been-planning-this-for-forever-and-if-it-goes-badly-i-don’t-have-the-faintest-idea-what-I’d-do. that’s not what he wants. it needs to be a total surprise. the rings already in his breast pocket, right above his heart. the ring feels like happiness. “princess?” he spins and offers you his arm, “ready?” And when he’s sees you he blushes down neck like when its genuine, because you look beautiful in that dress, and he might be getting a little bit choked up, and ducking down to hide it. because...because it’s you, because he’s actually doing this. with you. actually. finally. “lets go then” you laugh and he laughs back with a determination usually reserved for the court. because this is everything. the drive is a short one and the night air is cold against your cheek, the streetlights make oikawa’s hair a coppery halo round his head and the wind fluffs it up in a way he gets frustrated about but you could stare at all day. “i love you ” you sigh, looking over at your boyfriend, and he blushes and stutters and tries to focus on the road. “I love you too darling” and he gives you the gentlest smile that he‘s ever shared with anyone “te amo, mi alma.” he parks and takes your hand. the observatory is empty: long closed, and your heels clack on the tiled floor. the stairs are steep, but the two of you are young and you‘re boundless because that’s what love does to people. in no time at all you step out, into the round room that forms the top floor, and gasp. there’s candles set in the corners and there’s flowers and there’s your boyfriend looking utterly ethereal, his white shirt a buttery yellow in the candle light. and you feel your heart just ache with how much you love him. he presses a button, and, as the roof starts to open up like a flower, he takes a deep breath. “when I was younger every time I felt lonely I used to think about space” sliver by sliver the roof was opening up, and you could see a glass dome, snatches of stars, pinpricks of light. torus voice was gentle, and fragile, and proud and horrifically insecure and somehow everything because it was him. “theres more out there“ He glanceable up at the sky unfolding, “than we can ever comprehend...I liked it. I liked that it was infinite. i liked that I belonged to something that was chaotic and orderly and empty and full” he swallowed hard. “and then there was you. and you were the best person I had ever met. and I thought that maybe I would have to be something else for you, because i’ve felt like that my whole life. but you - you just...made me feel like I belonged. and I didn’t need the night sky anymore because this,” the roof finally opened all the way and for one perfect moment it was just you, tooru and the universe: the heaviness of him, and the lightness too. “this is infinite.” he dropped down on one knee. “y/n l/n I love you with everything in the solar system and I will until every last star is blown out, and a thousand years more. and this isn’t horrifically corny so I’m going to just ask: will you marry me?��� You let out a sob

“yes”

SAKUSA leant into your touch the way he never had for anyone else. like a warmth he never knew was missing, a tiny puzzle piece in his soul. your hand was running through his hair, occasionally creeping down to rub his back. he blushes, because irritatingly he can’t stop himself (but does he wean them to?). you‘re off guard now, relaxed, eyes closed, breathing in the night air from the roof of your apartment block. his face is in your neck and it’s all very peaceful (so peaceful it makes his heart hurt). he takes a deep breath (its now or never). “...hey y/n?” you hum, opening your eyes to show you’re listening. he struggles to think of what to say. “i love you” he settles on. you kiss his hair, “I love you too omi.” you say it like it’s obvious and he shakes his head, sitting up a little more so he can look at you. “no, I mean...I- I didn‘t know what love was. and I didn’t realise how badly I wanted it, until I met you. and I just” he exhales, momentarily turning his head up to stare into the sky. “I want to spend forever with you. that. that’s what I want. and I don’t have a ring, or a dramatic plan and maybe that’s what you would have wanted-” he’s looking down now, he knows, getting nervous, and he forces himself to get back on track. “but” He realises he should be kneeling and goes to do so in front of you. “I would be the happiest man alive if you would marry me.” and there, on a camp bed that he dragged onto the roof and covered with bedding just because you mentioned you liked the night, under the cloudy 11 o clock sky with the love of your life. you said yes.

@anonanonymousanon

#kuroo testuro #kuroo scenarios #kuroo x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu!! #hq kuroo #kuroo tetsuro x you #the place kuroo proposes is actually a real place haha #But it’s in England not japan #wedding #proposal #oikawa x reader #oikawa x you #oikawa tōru #oikawa imagine #haikyuu oikawa #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x y/n #haikyuu sakusa #sakusa comfort

[i-need-air]

Hey it's me again ❤️

I'm just gonna whisper something in your mind (is that even possible?)

Having a baby with Hybrid Katsuki.

Just that. Imagine girl. Perfection.

Ok, real talk here. Every time I see a request from you I uwu a little bit bc I know for a fact whatever you're requesting will make me get so immersed and involved and I'm gonna 💕💞AAAAAA💕💞 while writing AND [lemmecatchmybreath] it happened once again skdjdkfkf Hope you enjoy and sorry it took longer than normal~

Word count: 1.8k

× listen 🥺 I already started and I'm melting, ok?

× when he finds out you're having a smol baby together?

× he freezes and looks at you in a whole different light

× if you're getting pregnant, he will definitely smell the change in your scent and will know even before you do; he'd be instantly by your side with a bewitched expression on his face, taking your cheeks into his palms to just soak everything in yet he's shaking slightly

× and even if you adopt [hopefully a smol hybrid], something deep inside of Katsuki, burried and long forgotten surfaces

× this is the life he always wanted, he always craved even in his darker moments

× this happiness, this fulfillment, this joy

× I absolutely believe he will diligently read and learn everything about the baby to come; will educate himself like no other, deciding to be the very best father he could ever be

× his life was rough and he was stolen away from his biological family, he will now have a chance to have his own and he will not fail you or the baby

× when you hold the little bundle of sunshine in your hands, head down admiring the beauty of a new life, he will stand there, again in shock, again soaking this moment in... so beautiful, so perfect

× will he ever tell you that? of course not; angry ass wild pomeranian—

× but his face gives him away every single time and when you tilt yourself to hand him his new son or daughter, he falls in love for the second time in his life;

× he burries his nose in the soft and fragile skin of the baby's head and breathes in, his instinct kicking in to defend, protect, care, look out for...

× watch carefully because once the baby makes a noise, he'll still, unsure of what to do, but smile so softly as the baby coos in his arms securely; that right there is the best image you can have of soft Katsuki.

× the first few weeks are actually horrible, sorry to break it to everyone aksjskdj not because he doesn't know what to do or does not want to help; on the contrary, he is so incredibly attentive but he also recites the books he learned by memory at this point and it's getting absolutely infuriating;

× although understand him, please; he wants to prove he's a good dad 🥺 except you wanna smack him bc he scoffs if you suggest something he isn't sure about.

× you will find him standing by the baby's crib as it sleeps; he's just???? making sure this is not a dream????? don't question anything though

× can we hc Bakugou with a daughter too? [ already established in the Hybrid!Kiri hcs that Kiri'd have daughter bUT i just really really like beefy men with tiny daughters;;; my heartttt;;; ]

× his little angel, no discussion, no argument, his daughter can do NO WRONG!

× he's very down to earth though, don't get me wrong, he just absolutely adores spoiling her

× speaks softly into her ear, the lowest you'd hear from him

× gruff, raspy, gutural voice ofter overused to scream now low and soft as he holds her into his chest; doesn't do baby-voices or anything like that, but calls her his angel then smirks at you if you're watching;;; then starts softly complaining and bitching about you to the baby 💀 all while rubbing her back

× omfg his hand is as big as her tiny back; guys, call an ambulance, I'm—

× Katsuki would be the type of little shit to pull what I just said then grab you and glue you to his chest too; he'd look down at you both, eyes shining in such adoration he'd take your breath away just before he continues his ranting about you;

× once the baby starts being more interactive, her giggles specially the ones induced by her daddy will make him melt; absolute diminute baby with a small wiggling tail clapping her chubby hands at her dad? his eyes would widen suddently, ears snapping high in surprise and he's taken back by the emotions overtaking him

× he's gone, man; she has him wrapped around her tiny little finger and you can't do anything about it

× instantly acts all in denial if someone is around though; scoffs to hide is obvious smile, placing a palm on his mouth to further block it out and tickles her with the other, earning another fit of giggles

× please, don't tell him his whole tail is waving from side to side

× the only clear giveaway apart from his ears and it's;;; a d o r a b l e;;;

× specially when your daughter also starts wagging her tail in response whenever he does it;

× "Hey, come see what the dumbass is doing!" or "Look at what she did" while showing you a video; proud pappa 🥺

× we're bringing back Proud Bakugou bc hIS DAUGHTER iS tHe BeSt; no, seriously, his kid is the mf best in the world and he will start this presentation with—

× now sit down with me and accept this: the baby; yes, your sweet daughter; mhm, that adorable screeching angel; mhm;;; she'll talk so early it's disturbing.

× at 6 months or so she's already saying mamma, dadda, kitty, woof-woof

× seriously terrifying how sharp she is and how she cannot shut up; for the love of gOd, Katsuki, this is all your fault... it doesn't matter, he just smirks as he has another reason to brag to anyone about his child

× did that street vendor look at him funny? "I'M GONNA FUCKING TELL YOU ABOUT MY DAUGHTER—"

× super-protective of her and fucking hates with a burning passion if anyone dares to do that thing where they match up babies saying "Maybe they'll get married when they grow up"

× hands down, no filter, he just looks deep down in whoever had the audacity and says "Like fucking shit they'd deserve her."

× drag him away before he throws fists

× he will definitely if you don't drag him away and you know it, they know it, the baby knows it and cheers for pappa, the whole world knows it at this point and they're buying tickets to watch the shitshow

× chest carrier and walks around with the kid like a boss

× man has shit to do, don't even dare to judge him;

× handles fits really well, he's impressive to say at least

× she's spoiled, yes and always has new toys, coloring books, whatever she wants but the moment she throws fits, he puts his foot down

× baby would be smol angery bb all adorable in all her Bakugou genetics anger and he'd just stare, tapping his foot

× literally waits in place until she calms and looks up at him with big, round eyes, puffy red cheeks and ears lowered

× mission accomplished; he nods then picks her up;

× and you're there amazed??????

× "The fuck you lookin' at?" lil shit still has a foul mouth tho, but make him get just as pouty and embarrassed as the child in his arms by saying something cheesy like "How amazing you are as a dad 💕"

× all rainbows and unicorns until she starts repeating insults and fr tho, Katsu almost shits his pants, fearing your reaction. Will, hands down, chill out with the insults even if he meant no damage with them; he has this unreadable expression on, a mix of shame and fluster, dread too? he's sorry, ok????

× loves, loves, loves cooking for you both and once the kiddo has her own special chair to sit at the dining table together, that's when he sees it: his dream

× you, wiping some food off her cheek with a loving expression, talking about your day casually, baby giggling while she moves her face away playfully; he loves you both so much.

× has these rare moments where, at the end of the day once you're settled in bed, he'd hug you tight and thank you in his mind for... for this... all of it...

× once she starts walking they're both a disaster

× seriously, do not expect the household to be silent ever again [ well, that dream was gone long ago anyway lol ]

× "Where the fuck do you think you're goin'?"

× rapid giggle running around from place to place

× "Oh, for fucks—"

× "Katsuki." you only need to say, catching him in his insults

× 😳 ... "Kid, come back, we're goin' to the park." Skdjkdfkl

× sudden adorable tiny fast steps approach him bc they're going for walkies!

× he is very careful with her and teaches her about stranger danger; also teaches her how to growl and even if her attempt is a total failure, small rawr leaving her lips, he's like "Yes. Good job. Now give it more heart."

× he growls as an example

× she growls back, sounding like a cute lil pup 🥺💕

× as she grows up, she obviously acts more like her father yet he knows when to stop the bad behaviors and it only takes a warning growl from him to get her to cease

× yet somehow you're the strict parent at the end of the day??????? tf????????? who made the rules??????

× starts calling her brat, squirt, lil shit 💕lovingly💕

× "your child" if she did something bad

× "Your fucking child kicked the ball into the vase and broke it." Aha, nice one, Katsuki. Good job.

× not to brag but her puppy eyes don't work on him but yours do; the problem is her puppy eyes do work on you bc she's the light of your life so if she wants something; she'll puppy-eye you knowing you'll get it for her bc daddy loves you very much 💕💞

× literally evil mastermind; didn't I tell you she's sharp? pft, she's playing you both so hard

× every day he comes back from work she runs to him at the door, tail wiggling happily behind her as she stretches her arms to be picked up and he always does, without a doubt, then proceeds to kiss the top of her head

× come out to greet him too? the whole loving routine is his absolute thing and wants to see you, have you kiss his cheek; he complains but adores it soooooo much!

× you have a family night; BONDING WITH MOODY POMERANIANS. Yes, plural, and it sounds perfect~

× even if it's just one of those animated movies he hates so much, he'll watch through all of it and make sarcastic comments just to make you both laugh; will grin satisfied asf if he manages to do so bc he's the best.

× will definitely want another kid, so how about maybe a boy??? hmm???

× asks you if you're up for the idea and if you agree, he'll roll his eyes and crack his shoulders, acting so very uninterested and purely exhausted yet his smirk would give him away:

× "Knew you'd torture me with another devil"

× throw him out, istg— 💀

#bakugou katsuki headcanons #noire writes #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #hybrid!bakugou #hybrid!au

[zannadu]

This is just a continuation of my last post but with the Dekusquad.

Includes: Izuku Midoriya, Shoto Todoroki, Tenya Iida, Ochaco Uraraka, and Tsuyu Asui

Warnings: fluff, kissing, suggestive stuff, and Todoroki being Todoroki

MHA as Stoners

Continued

Izuku Midoriya

Izuku doesn't usually smoke by himself, he will only do it in a large group of people if they are all doing it.

He is a big cougher

Will take the smallest hits

Not because he doesn't want to

But because that's all he can handle

(God he's so precious)☺️

Eventually, he will get up there, though it takes a while

He is usually shy and VERY awkward around girls that he likes

Especially you

But when he is he turns into a whole new person

He is SUPER confident and will make moves on you till the night's end

He is super grabby

Don't worry he's still a respectful gentleman so if you tell him to knock it off he will (as he should)😌

Likes to brag about how you are all his

He is also super goofy

He will also be super affectionate 💕

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“Izuku if you don't stop right now, ” your sentence was cut off by your outburst of laughter. Your hand tried to muffle the giggles and snorts resigning from your mouth. Izuku continued in his goofy manner of wiggling his eyebrows at you. His face moved from side to side until it was in front of yours. He stopped and just stared at you.

“What are you doing?” you asked, lifting your brow at him. He then raised his eyebrows once more, squinted his eyes, and pulled his lower lip under his teeth. You covered your mouth again in an effort not to laugh. He eyed you up and down and released his lip.

“Damn baby girl, did you sit in sugar, cuz you got a pretty sweet ass, ” he smirked at you waiting for your response. You began to laugh again and put your hand on his chest.

“You're too much Izuku.”

Shoto Todoroki

He really likes dab pens

He has one of his own (can you blame him?)

He doesn't share much as it is or show much emotion and is usually awkward in social encounters

And he still is even when high

He doesn't change much while smoking, except for maybe talking a bit more

He will have actual conversations with you

If you're alone with him he will talk to you about anything

He is a lot softer

Doesn't pick up on social cues until like ten minutes later

He is a lot slower though, in his smarts

Will say the most random shit like

“My dad is a piece if shit”💩

“We know Todoroki” 💁‍♀️

Or he will ask personal things that he shouldn't without realizing

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Shoto hit his one and placed it down in his lap. It rested gently in his hand, as he let out the puff of smoke he stared down at it. A million thoughts crossed his mind in a second. Then out of the blue he remembered something he overheard Kaminari saying to Mineta earlier that he did not understand.

“Wath she hot?” mineta clenched his hands and practically shook while waiting for Kaminari’s answer.

“Dude she was a total MILF!” Kaminari said, almost a little too excited.

What the hell did that mean? And why do I care?

At the time Shoto shrugged his shoulders and forgot about it. But as of now, stoned to the bone, he was curious. And who better to ask than his closest friends.

“Hey guys, ” he looked up at his friends who were all now focusing their attention to him awaiting his question.

“What is a MILF?” he said oh so nonchalantly. The rest of the group all began to start laughing and clutching their stomachs in pain.

“I just heard Kaminari say it earlier and I wanted to know, ” he shrugged again and glanced around the now hysterically laughing teenagers.

“Uh, Todoroki it's not that appropriate to talk about, ” Midoryia scratched the back of his neck, his face entirely red from the situation.

“Oh,” he plainly replied.

Tenya Iida

We all know he isn't one for breaking rules, let alone the law

(though he literally almost committed murder👀)

He doesn't smoke very often but when he does he gets very paranoid😒

He always thinks that he and his friends will get caught

Honestly it's kind of a buzz kill

No one likes someone freaking out the whole time you are trying to chill

Be tries to cover any smells with WAY to much cologne

(it smells good though)

And is always chewing gum so you can't smell it on his breath

Eventually he will relax but only to an extent

He will make sure you're okay every five minutes and offer to get you anything

Like you're sick

But honestly he just cares and he can't help it

He likes to go for walks though🚶‍♂️

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“You guys Mr. Aizawa will smell it!” Iida's hand flew through the air as he addressed the smell now filling the room. Iida frantically picked up the cologne sitting on the desk next to the best and began sporadically spraying it around the room and on everything.

“Iida, calm down it's going to be okay just come sit down, ” Tsu said from her corner, her finger pressed up against her lip, as usual. He turned to look at her.

“But I don't want to disgrace our school and have our homeroom teacher discover that we are smoking drugs in here, ” he sat down unwillingly as everyone choked on the cologne he sprayed and sighed.

“Fine, ” he looked over to you to see how you were doing. You smiled at the boy who was now flushed.

“Hey Tenya, would a walk outside calm you down?” you suggested grabbing his hand and interlaced your fingers with his. He looked down at your now intertwined hands and back up to you the flush beginning to grow deeper.

“I would love too, ” he grinned back.

Ochaco Uraraka

This girl can't afford her own 🌿 so she's gotta mooch off of her friends

Not that they mind

She's a giggly stoner

She really enjoys getting high, in fact she does whenever she can

She also loves to get stoned around you

Because she loves to see you smiling and can't help but laugh at everything you say

You could literally as the dumbest shit and she will laugh💀

She doesn't like other people cuddling you and will tell anyone off if they do

They should know that she likes you

She might make a move on you if she's feeling brave

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“Stop y/n, you're killing me!” Ochaco wrapped her arms around her stomach as she continued to laugh until she almost threw up. Gosh, she's so queasy. All you did was make a joke about how deku always breaks his bones while he's using his quirk. This left her giggling uncontrollably and deku as red as ever.

“I can't help it, man, I'm just too funny, ” you shrugged and watched the girl laugh.

Eventually, when you got tired and wanted to go to bed Ochaco offered to walk you to your room, which you accepted. Once you reached your door you said good night and reached to open it.

“Wait, y/n, there is something I've been meaning to tell you, but I just havent had the courage to say it, ” she grabbed your hand and looked at the ground. She squeezed your fingers ever so slightly and returned her gaze to yours. Her face made her way to yours and she planted a ever so soft kiss on your lips and instantly pulled away.

“I like you, ” she said grabbing your other hand. You stood there in shock, and looked at her. Suddenly, you kissed an unexpecting Ochaco right back. You kicked open your door, lips still attached, and pulled her into your room sealing the exit behind her.

Tsuyu Asui

This girl is hard to read but I know if she likes to smoke, she would like bongs

She likes the bubbling sound it makes

She is very blunt as is and even more so when stoned

However if you can get her to laugh, she will not stop

She is also very funny, and will try her darn hardest to get you to start laughing uncontrollably

This girl is also apart of the alphabet mafia🏳️‍🌈

Try and change my mind😤

Will have the biggest crush on you but won't do anything about it

Will wait for you to tell her

Bottom energy

Definitely loves to shotgun with you

May lead to more things later

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Tsu took a hit off of the long and passed it onto the next person. She turned to you, still holding the smoke in her lungs. You simply nodded at her and slowly leaned in towards her. Her eyes fluttered closed and she parted her mouth every so slightly. Your lips just barely touched hers, sending shock waves through your body and hers. But as much as Tsu wanted to kiss you she couldn't. She then released the smoke out of her mouth, sending it straight into yours. You inhale as much as you could and open your eyes to look at the girl in front of you. The smoke then was exhaled as you both held eye contact, lips still touching.

“Uhhh, ” The moment ended once the other teens began to speak.

You both looked around at the confused teenagers, who were apparently staring at you both the whole time you were doing what you were doing.

“Sorry guys I don't know what happened, ” Tsu tried laughing it off but you knew better, and you continue to stare at her.

She continued to talk to her friends story and change the subject. And in that moment you never wanted to kiss her more than right now.

Let me know if you want more!!❤️ thank you for reading!!

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[miss-smutty]

The Destructive Secret - Chapter 1

A/N- So first of all, extremely mature themes, strictly 18+ only This is my baby, I love it and I'm so excited for it but oh my lord! My poor heart writing this. This is going to be a super angsty series. Since I got the idea I've been desperate to get it written, even though it's going to break my heart. The dynamics of it have been driving me insane because I want the first chapter to have a air of mystery to it but then how do I tag it without giving it away? 😩 So I've purposefully left out names in this chapter so you don't know who's who and all will be revealed in good time. Can you work out what's happening? I'd love to hear your thoughts ❤️

Disclaimer: This is an entire work of fiction/AU and has no affiliation to real life what so ever! This is a fictional story about fictional characters who happen to share names and faces with some real people.

Summary- You've got a secret to hide and it's going to cause complete and utter destruction.

Word count- 2,197

Warnings- Mature themes, swearing, smut, angst, deceit, lies

18+ only!

Taglist-: @innerpaperexpertcloud @pandaxnienke

Posted: 25th Feb 2021

"Babe, don't hate me... I have to go out of town for another conference this weekend" The deep confliction you feel everytime you do this to your boyfriend, never gets any easier.

"I don't hate you, we'll make up for it next week. How about a little romantic trip, just the two of us" he says sweetly, making your heart tug, you wish he was a bad guy it would make this a lot easier.

"That sounds like a great plan, I'll make it up to you tonight" you say, distracted by your thoughts.

"Well that sounds... Intriguing. I'll see you tonight babe" he hung up the phone but you kept it to your ear, still deep in thought before finally realising and putting the phone on the desk next to your computer.

You finished typing up the letter you were working on before the phone call, looking back and forth from your phone to the screen of your computer, still distracted by your thoughts. The butterflies in your stomach making you feel sick. You gave in and grabbed your phone, typing out a text quickly.

-I've told him. Pick me up from work at 5.30 Friday - you stop typing to think for a minute, before finishing the text with two kisses - xx

You try to get your head back into work, the neverending pile of deadlines building up on your desk next to you. When your phone vibrates the desk loudly, you look around to make sure no one's watching you before giving in to your curiosity and picking up your phone.

-Great, see you Friday. I can't wait to see you xxx

You try to feel excited but the overwhelming amount of guilt you feel always overrides that. You wish it could be different, that you could've met in a different way. That you could actually thoroughly enjoy the time you have together rather than feeling a deep shamefulness everytime you meet.

You've got yourself into something so deep that you can't think of a way out of it, either way it ends somebody is going to be hurt. In fact, one way or the other, you're all going to be hurt.

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"Hey babe, did you have a good day?" Your boyfriend greets you as you walk into the kitchen, filled with the aromas of the food he was cooking for you.

"It was ok, busy. This smells amazing. What you making?" You ask, kissing him on the cheek as he stands over the stove, stirring a pot of delicious smelling liquid.

"I'm just making a sauce for the pasta" he says letting go of his wooden spoon and grabbing you by the hand to spin you around and face him. 

"Did you bring dessert?" He says into your ear, moving your hair to the side and planting kisses down your neck.

"What no, was I supposed to?" You couldn't remember him saying anything about dessert, yet you'd been pretty distracted most of the day.

"I'm sure you said something about making it up to me tonight?" He smirks, pulling you in for a lingering open mouthed kiss.

"Oh, yeah. That kind of dessert" you say, pulling away slightly.

"Are you ok? You seem kinda ... Distracted" he asks, a look of concern on his face as you shuffle though the papers in your bag.

"No, sorry babe. It's just work, I've had a lot on my mind today" you lie, sort of. You had a lot on your mind it just wasn't work related, even though you wish it was.

As you put the papers back into your bag you can feel your phone vibrating. Fuck sake, not now. Becoming flustered you accidentally drop the bag onto the glass table, nearly jumping out of your skin from the loud noise your phone made as it hit the glass. 

You notice your hands shaking as you hold your phone in front of you, cursing yourself under your breath for being so pathetic. Reading the text has your heart beating at an unbelievable pace, making you light headed and dizzy. 

-Can you meet me tonight? I hate this, I hate not being able to see you whenever I like. Please Y/N xxx

You pull out a chair and sit down before you fall down, why do you have to be pulled about in so many different directions? It was so hard leading a double life and keeping your dirty little secret, it literally ate away at your soul. You were a shell of the person you used to be, completely consumed with lies and deceit.

Sleepless nights, tossing and turning caused by guilt and work schedules and then still having to sneak away whenever you could. You lost yourself, trying to keep two people happy while completely forgetting about yourself.

"Babe?" 

"Huh?" You say looking up from your phone, you hadn't realised he'd been speaking to you.

"I said, red or white? He asks, furrowing his brow at you.

"Sorry, what?" You look confused, shaking your head as if to shake the thoughts right out of there. You have no idea what he's talking about.

"Wine? Foods ready. Do you want red or white... wine?" Looking more concerned.

"Oh, white please. Thank you, this looks amazing" you say, putting your phone into your shirt pocket and tucking your chair under the table, ready to get started. It really did look amazing, you don't deserve him. 

You watched him sit down opposite you, his ridiculously blue eyes catching yours as his fork passes to his lips. He smiles that sweet smile at you, the one that made you fall in love with him all those years ago. The memories of the years flash in front of your eyes in an instant, the first time he told you he loved you, the first kiss, the first time you made love, beautiful, beautiful memories. You can feel a tear prickling at the corner of your eye, lowering your head, hoping he didn't see. 

"Are you sure you're ok?" He asks, reaching across the table to hold your hand in his. The feel of his touch on your hand sends shivers down your spine and the tears spill from your eyes without warning. You hear his chair screech as he pushes it backwards and rushes to your side.

"Babe, please tell me what's wrong?" He kneels In front of you while you rest your head in your hands, completely overwhelmed with guilt. This poor man, my man, how could I do this to him?

"Don't be nice to me, I don't deserve it" you say, self-loathing.

"What are you talking about? Come here" he pulls you up and sits down with you on his lap, lifting your face to look at him which makes you cry even more. 

"I've been so distant with you, so consumed in my damn work that I've been totally neglecting you - " you cry, looking up at him sincerely, tears streaming down your face messily " - I'm so sorry" if only he knew how sorry you actually were. You loved him, he was your first everything, which makes it even harder for you.

"Hey don't be so silly. I'm a big boy, I think I can handle you being a little distracted, it just means when we do get time together it's more special. You've put up with so much from me, with the tabloids and papparzzi. You took it all on when we were still so young and never complained once, this is nothing compared to that" he wipes the tears away from your cheeks. Oh baby, please don't blame yourself.

"I would do it all over again, you know? It was worth it, I'd never change it. You're my childhood sweetheart, we've grown up together and I... I" you're balling like a baby now.

"Shh, baby. Please don't worry about it. You need a break, you've been working way too hard" if only he knew.

He nudges the side of your face with his soft bearded cheek until you give in and look up at him. The tears are also starting to well in his eyes and he smiles at you, at how silly and emotional you're both being. You suck it up and wipe the tears away with your arm.

"Come on, I've got some making up to do" you say, leading him to the bedroom. Your phone begins to vibrate in your pocket - an incoming call. You reach in and hold down the off button, you'll deal with that later.

He stops you before you make it to the bedroom and pushes you hastily against the wall, unable to wait much longer. His hands feel their way down your body until he reaches the hem of your skirt and pushes it up to your stomach, revealing your lacey panties. Your breath hitches as he pushes himself against you, the feel of his hard cock against your exposed panties makes you forget everything else for a moment. 

"I love you so fucking much" he says against your lips, biting gently on your bottom one while his hands run up and down your body. You reach down to unbutton his jeans, it's all very rushed and desperate, you need to feel each other, feel the love you have for each other. You need to show him, a painful desire that burns in your chest to show him that you love him.

So you push him backwards towards the bedroom door, your hands still working his jeans as your lips lock, never pulling apart.

Shoving him slightly too hard back onto your super-king bed in the middle of the room, you waste no time straddling him. He reaches up to unbutton your shirt, thrusting into you as he does so, the need so bad it hurt. You stopped his fingers fiddling with your button midway down your torso so you could pull off his jeans and boxers, while he props himself up on the bed with his elbows. Watching intently as you take control.

You kneel between his thighs, smoothing your hands down those thick muscles. Waiting for him to position himself at the end of the bed, making sure he has a good view before you run your pierced tongue up the shaft, all the way to the tip. Teasing him, knowing full well how it makes him feel. The ways his head falls back, his mouth hung open and the sounds falling from his lips, stir something deep inside you. It makes you feel hot to know you're turning him on this much.

Circling your pointy tongue around the tip, a sultry stare straight into his eyes makes him groan. You take his tip into your mouth, swallowing the drop of precum, licking your lips for him. Sucking on his cock, feeling it throbbing in your mouth, growing impossibly harder.

You can tell he can't handle it anymore when he pulls you onto him so you're sitting on his cock, your walls stretching around him making you both suck in air at the sensitivity. He leans back up to finish unbuttoning your shirt while thrusting his big cock, deep within you. Finally getting your shirt off, he grips his fingers into your ass cheeks, squeezing them as he sits up. Bouncing up and down on his dick, while you stare into each others eyes, the intimacy overwhelming you. Lost in the moment for a precious amount of time, feeling the sensation of your loves cock filling you up beyond limits.

You pull his shirt over his head, revealing his beautifully, tanned body. Holding on tightly to you while he pushes himself up the bed so he can lean his back against the headboard. Watching your tits move as you bounce on his cock, thrusting into you with his jaw clenched. You know that look, the way he's desperately trying not to come too quickly.

Both of your breathes are getting faster as you bounce harder, the gripping sensation rises through you.

"I love you" you say between breaths, leaning down to say it into his ear. 

"Fuck - " he groans, pulling out of you quickly before he come, your rising orgasm fading away. 

" - fuck Sorry, babe. That was too fucking much" He rolls you over underneath him and quickly positions himself back at your entrance, easing in painfully slowly.

Now thrusting into you at an unforgivable pace, making you gasp everytime he slammed into you. Pushing your knees back towards your face and settling himself between them, holding your head with both hands and gazing into your eyes. He's ready, you're ready, you can feel it rising as he rolls his hips into you. The look of love in his eyes making you feel emotional, he's panting and you're moaning as he lets go and pumps into you making you lose it and scream out as you gush everywhere. Holding onto the sheets, tightly, as you wait for your toes to uncurl, still inside of you he lays on your stomach trying to catch his breath. Your muscles cramp up and shake making you wince as you try to move out from underneath him

"Are you ok?" His head snaps up, concerned.

"Yeah, just cramp" you whine, stretching out your legs when he rolls to your side.

"I really do love you" you say moving into his arms.

"I know you do. I love you too" he says kissing the top of your head. You're brought back to reality when you hear your phone vibrating again on the floor, in the pocket of your shirt. 

"You're popular tonight" he says noticing the sound of your phone as it vibrates the floorboards.

"It's just work, it can wait until tomorrow" you say, content being in his arms for a little longer and forgetting that anything or anyone else exists. Even if it is only for a moment.

#chris hemsworth #chris hemsworth smut #chris hemsworth x reader #chris hemsworth x you #smut #angst #chris hemsworth fanfic

[clumsyclifford]

(are you supposed to send prompts in ask boxes. is that what happens. idk what i'm doooiiinnnggg) (thank you for putting up with me being a tumblr plebian) (I've never requested a prompt before!! This is very exciting!! idk what to say uh no pressure bb) okAY!! for the touch prompts, holding the other's chin up for whatever atl pairing you're vibing with currently - team

hi team how exciting! your first prompt fic! i think you will like this one. i like it. a lot. so thank u for the prompt.

read it here on ao3

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They’re the last ones left in the dressing room.

The game is getting a little bit absurd at this point, because every other cast member takes off their own stage makeup. Most of them wait until they’re home to do so. But Alex insists that Rian does the most thorough job of it, so after everyone else has dispersed, it’s always just the two of them.

By all rights, they shouldn’t be allowed to stay this late. Everyone else — everyone — has left. The auditorium should be locked. But Feldy has a soft spot for Rian, since Rian started out on construction crew before he found his calling with makeup, so Rian has the keys in his back pocket and a (semi-joking?) threat of death on his head if he doesn’t lock up when they’re done.

At the moment, Rian’s not thinking about locking up. Rian is thinking about Alex sitting on the counter of the vanity, long legs swinging, head tilted just so to the side, like a dog trying to puzzle him out. Or like a poker player, calling his bluff.

The thing is, Rian’s not bluffing. He’s just not sure if Alex is.

“Stop moving your legs,” he finally says, reaching down to wrap a hand around Alex’s calf. It’s bold, maybe too bold, but tonight had been their second to last performance and Rian is starting to feel the pressure as his window of time to make a move begins to noticeably shrink. Bold might be necessary at this point.

Alex immediately stops. “Sorry,” he says, not seeming sorry at all. A crooked smile hangs from his lips. “I’m trying to sit still, I swear.”

“I know, I know,” Rian says. “Show adrenaline.” He takes Alex’s chin in his hands again, ignoring the way his heartbeat spikes — it always does that — to bring the makeup wipe to his face. “You sounded great, by the way, I don’t know if I told you.”

“Thank you,” Alex says as best he can with his ability to speak obstructed by Rian’s hold. Helpless to say more, he falls silent. Rian also falls silent, focused on Alex’s face.

And here they are again.

Frankly it’s to the point where Rian thinks they should kiss just to get it over with, because that’s obviously what they’re building toward. If it doesn’t happen, he’ll be disappointed on an emotional level, but also on a narrative level, because come on. They’re alone. In the dressing room. And Alex’s face is in Rian’s hands and they are literally inches apart.

Rian had originally thought he just needed to say the right thing to get Alex to break, but more and more he’s starting to wonder if it’ll fall to him. If Alex is too chicken to cave, or maybe just too stubborn. Rian’s not sure he can do it either, but if neither of them acts, then nothing will happen, and if nothing happens Rian is going to have some serious notes for whoever’s writing their story. Specifically about the ending.

He’s just hoping it’s not the ending yet. There’s always tomorrow’s show.

And there’s always tonight. Tonight’s not over yet.

The makeup wipe leaves an oily residue over Alex’s skin as it cleans away layers of stage makeup. Rian could probably do Alex’s makeup in his sleep by now. He wouldn’t want to, because then he’d lose the opportunity to Stand This Close and see Alex so relaxed at surrendering total control of his face to Rian, but. The point is he could. Taking it off is a breeze in comparison. In a few minutes it’ll all be gone.

Rian is trying to drag it out, but there’s only so many ways to slow down makeup removal.

“Did you think it went well?” he asks in a low voice, pulling away for a moment to throw away the dirty wipe and get a new one.

Alex clears his throat. “Yeah,” he says. “I remembered the line I usually forget about, thankfully. I mean, I think I was a little sharp at one point in the first song, but…wins and losses.”

“Didn’t sound sharp to me,” Rian says.

Alex shrugs. “Who can say.”

“I can say,” Rian says. “I have perfect pitch and I’m telling you you weren’t sharp.”

“You have perfect pitch?”

Rian nods.

“And yet you do makeup and play drums,” Alex says contemplatively.

“What can I say, I’m an enigma,” Rian says, with a wry smile. “Okay, no more talking.” He grabs Alex’s chin, again, and Alex falls dutifully silent, again, although his eyes seek out Rian’s and when they meet Alex doesn’t look away.

And continues not to look away. Rian loses the staring contest because he has a job to do, but he can feel his cheeks growing warm and hopes that Alex can’t tell. He can still feel Alex’s gaze heavy on him. A part of him wants to look, to see what exactly Alex is looking at, and a part of him is just too nervous.

Depending where, exactly, Alex is looking, it could put the ball in Rian’s court, and Rian’s not ready to make a play yet, not when he’s still in the middle of a task.

Everything around them is dead silent. It’d be spooky if they weren’t here together. Rian’s not afraid to admit that the auditorium after hours scares him a little. It’s one of those places that isn’t meant to be observed or experienced except at specific, scheduled times. The atmosphere feels nebulous, liminal, like anything taking place here now might not actually be taking place at all, or like they’re in some alternate dimension where actions have no consequences, where nothing they say or do in here has any effect on the outside world.

So maybe it scares Rian for more than one reason. And maybe scare isn’t the right word, but it sure does have his heart racing.

“Y’know Jeff—”

“Alex.”

Alex huffs. “Sorry.”

Rian drops his hand and raises an eyebrow. “Alright, go ahead.”

Unruffled, Alex restarts his story. “I was saying that Jeff told me that I looked good in the stage lights tonight. Like, he thought that my makeup looked really good.”

“Thank you to Jeff,” Rian says dryly, “but I’m not the person who makes you look good, Alex, you do that all on your own.”

Alex blinks. Maybe he hadn’t expected such an obvious flirt. Well, fuck it. Rian’s losing his patience.

“Now shut up,” he adds, and brings the makeup wipe back to Alex’s forehead before Alex can say another word.

A minute passes without event. Rian goes to throw away the wipe in his hand and Alex says, “You do make me look good, you know.”

“No, I make you look visible to the audience,” Rian says. “And I make you look like a character instead of a person. Trust me, if being in a show was about looking good, you don’t need any of my help.”

“You say that to all the cast members whose makeup you’re in charge of?” Alex’s tone is light, but his gaze is piercing, and Rian can tell that this question, and his answer, is going to matter. Alex is giving him the chance to say he’s joking. Rian could retreat right now, back to the darkened wings of safety. Backstage behind the curtains, where he’s always belonged.

Or he could take a brave step into the spotlight and hope the glare doesn’t blind him.

“No,” says Rian, swallowing, holding Alex’s stare. “Just you.”

As Rian watches, Alex’s eyes flicker down to Rian’s lips and then back up.

There’s no explaining that away. There’s really no explaining any of this away.

Rian can feel his heartbeat in his ears.

“I’m almost done,” he says under his breath. More gently than ever before, he lifts Alex’s chin with his index finger and holds him carefully in place. The last streaks of makeup vanish as the makeup wipe passes over them, and at last Rian is sure he’s finished.

As he exhales and throws away the last makeup wipe, Alex speaks up. “Now are you done?” His voice is slightly hoarse. Strange. It’d been fine before.

Rian reclaims his position just in front of Alex, even though now he has no excuse to do so. “Yeah,” he says, handing Alex a tissue. “You have oil all over your face, you might want to…” He makes a gesture to indicate wiping it off, and Alex does as instructed. “Yeah.”

“Thank you,” Alex says, balling up the tissue and setting it off to the side.

“Yeah,” Rian says again, a little breathless. This has to be the moment, but now that it’s here he’s at a loss for what to do with it.

Alex is looking at him like he was earlier, with that infuriating mixture of curiosity and smugness that makes Rian want to kiss him just to take him by surprise. Except why should Rian have to make the first move? Why can’t it fall to Alex? Maybe it’s that Alex doesn’t want to. Maybe he’s rethinking things.

Or maybe their moment was actually before, with Alex’s gaze falling to Rian’s mouth, and now that Rian’s missed it they’ll never have another one.

“What are you thinking about?” Alex asks, quiet. Like that’s an easy question to answer.

Rian looks at him. And then looks at his mouth, and then looks back at his eyes, and he knows that Alex knows. So they’re both in the spotlight now. It’s just a matter of remembering lines.

“Uhm.” Rian reaches for Alex’s face, a well-worn habit by now, and tilts his chin up just slightly. Alex breathes out. “I think I missed a spot.” He drags his thumb over Alex’s bottom lip and murmurs, “Here.”

A faint noise slips from Alex’s throat through his sharp exhale. It’s as good a cue as any.

And as Rian leans in and closes his eyes he feels that rush of adrenaline that Alex so often uses as an excuse for restlessness. Now he understands the thrill of the performance. Even sweating under the spotlight, he’d said all the right lines.

His mouth meets Alex’s, finally, and the satisfaction of this ending more than makes up for the agonizing arc. In fact, if Rian were to do it again, he’d do it the same. If a kiss is only as good as the tension that precedes it, then Alex and Rian are a shower of sparks. Maybe fireworks, maybe just a broken scoop light seconds from crashing down. At the moment, Rian doesn’t care if these sparks are good or bad.

At the moment, Alex is twisting a hand into the front of Rian’s shirt to draw him in, trapping him between Alex’s knees, taking the kiss as a personal challenge. At the moment, Alex is kissing Rian with staggering intensity, and it’s all Rian can do to keep up.

He snakes an arm around Alex’s waist to pull him closer, so that his legs wrap around Rian’s thighs. Out of nowhere, Alex breaks away, grinning and breathing hard, to say, “If I fall off this counter, I’m blaming you.”

“Oh,” Rian says dazedly, but before he gets a chance to recalibrate Alex is hauling him back in like they never stopped.

Even if Rian wanted to move away, he couldn’t; Alex has him locked in between his legs. Not that Rian is complaining. He’s far too distracted by Alex’s tongue skating over his lower lip to be concerned with things like mobility. That, or Alex’s arms sliding around Rian’s neck. It’ll be impossible to break them apart, Rian is sure; they might just be stuck this way forever.

There are definitely worse ways to be stuck.

Slowly but surely, the kiss dims until it’s dark, and Rian is the one to pull back, though as soon as he does he can’t resist one more kiss, for the road, so to speak. In case they talk about it now and something goes terribly wrong. In case they don’t talk about it now and then never acknowledge it again. In case they leave the auditorium and it turns out it never happened.

When they separate for real — both short of breath, though Rian significantly moreso — Alex bites his lip and smiles. Like clockwork, Rian’s gaze snags on the motion, because how could it not when those are the same lips he’d just had his teeth around, and that only makes Alex’s smile bigger.

“So,” he says, and Rian notices he’s still stuck between Alex’s legs; Alex has yet to release him.

“So,” Rian repeats, taking an undignified deep breath because fuck it, he really needs it. Alex seems to be waiting for the rest of a sentence, even though he hadn’t finished his own, and Rian really hadn’t thought further than the so. Under Alex’s watchful gaze, Rian continues, “What are you thinking about?”

This seems to take Alex pleasantly by surprise. He laughs a little. “Uh, guess,” he says, and looks very obviously from Rian’s mouth back to his eyes a few times.

Yeah. Rian is too.

“Other than that,” Rian says, licking his lips, partially because they’re feeling dry but also partially for the rush that comes from knowing Alex will watch him do it. Sure enough, Alex’s gaze is like a magnet.

“Right now?” he asks, lifting his eyes to meet Rian’s.

“Yeah.”

“I’m thinking that I’m really glad I wasn’t wearing stage makeup when we did that just now,” Alex says. There’s a twinkle in his eye. It’s probably the least calculated thing he’s said since the door shut behind the last person to leave, and it leaves Rian smiling.

“Agreed,” he says. “Okay, ask me what I’m thinking about.”

Alex presses his lips together and smiles. “What are you thinking about, Rian?”

“I’m thinking,” Rian says, tilting his head just so, “that however good you look onstage, it’s nothing compared to how you look right now.”

Alex’s smile broadens. “Rian Dawson, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he proclaims, wrapping his hand in Rian’s t-shirt again. “I’d love to see you in stage lights, for the record. You’d outshine everyone.”

“I doubt it,” Rian says. “My luck is pretty good backstage.”

“Is that so?”

“You tell me,” Rian says, cradling Alex’s face in his hands, almost smiling.

Alex’s laugh is swallowed up in Rian’s mouth, and then they’re kissing again, and Rian has a good feeling about the future that’s based on nothing at all. Just instinct, a gut feeling, telling him that these sparks are definitely fireworks.

And it’s going to be a long show.

#rian dawson #alex gaskarth #rilex #rilex fic #all time low #atl fic #fic #my fic #THANKS FOR NOT GIVING ME A PAIRING SO I COULD MAKE IT RILEX TEAM I LOVE U #no one sent rilex and i think they deserve better than that. i love them #dude this fic slaps not to be like my fic slaps but my fic SLAPSSS #i love this one #i dont even care if anyone else likes it lol #came very close to titling this one 'mixing fireworks and gasoline' but then i didnt think clumsy was like #the right VIBE for the fic #so i did not do it #not that that means anything to anyone who's reading it on tumblr #but i mean for the ao3 version lol

[mythichang]

➠ pairing . . . george weasley x reader

➠ genre . . . fluff!!! pining on both parts, pretty short but i think it was a lot of sweetness 😣😣 they ARE students!!! same grade and all that jazz

➠ warnings . . . nothing really!! although they doooo talk about butts but,,, you’ll seee,,,,,

➠ word count . . . 1.8k

➠ authors note . . . this is super duper late and was requested by anon so looooong ago!! i did fall out of the fandom for a bit because tiktok sort of made me realize that a lot of people were on the wrong side of my many situations, but hp will always be in my heart so here i am!!! i hope you all enjoy!!! talk to me about this imagine!! give me scenarios or ask this george and yn from this universe a question!!

➠ masterlist

george was being quite adorable on that particular monday afternoon

you had taken your usual seat, a two-seater splat in the middle of the class

you hadn’t even noticed that the red head fumbled into class, excited to sit besides you as you were too engrossed in your book

it was another thriller, one that made your skin crawl but in the most satisfying way

george got to his seat besides you, a smile on his face as he watched you bite on your lip the tiniest of bit in concentration

he plopped down beside you, head tilted to watch your concentrated face

although he wasn’t as confident as his twin brother, he always watched from afar, eyes full of puppy love

and by afar, he meant right beside you— because that’s where he always was— right beside you

befriending you hadn’t been the easiest of tasks, your quietness not being filling enough for any other person

but he admired the way you didn’t have to yell at the top of your lungs about your excitement

or the way you could sit with anyone in silence and make them feel more comfortable than words could ever manage

really, he was sprung on yOu and only YoU

it wasn’t a surprise to anyone really

not with those longing looks and the way the boy follows you around like a lost puppy

a lost cute puppy albeit

you didn’t mind either

he was an incredibly sweet boy and managed to help you out a lot in different instances

like the way he helps you find the right words to speak to someone whenever you’re stuck

or helping decipher exactly what others are feeling, since you had the smallest of trouble doing a mundane thing

he helps in all of the classes you two have together and is often found getting you to pull away from your little bubble

it’s a great bubble, you love the bubble, it’s always been YOUR bubble but you didn’t mind stepping out of it for the red head boy with the mischievous twin brother

“did you get a chance to study for OWLs?” the boy pulls you out of trance

you look up, a small smile blossoming upon your face at the sight of your favorite boys face

“i did, you?” you ask faintly, gently putting your book back into the small bag that helped you carry all of your books thought out the day

“not a chance.”

“im guessing you want my notes?” you turn in your seat, arm perched up on the desk as you leaned your head up on the palm of your hand

“hmm, i think i would greatly appreciate it.”

“oh, you think?” you laugh softly at his words, same bright smile on your face

you could feel your mood immediately spike as you spoke to him

he was so incredibly comforting and kind, something that you couldn’t find often at hogwarts with rivalries blooming left to right

“i'm not saying i would decline if you offered them up.”

“who’s offering them?” you feign a look of innocence as you exaggeratedly look around the classroom and back at him. “i don’t see anyone doing that.”

“it’s you. you’re offering them up.” he softly pokes the side of your stomach, making you squirm in your seat.

“ask nicely and i might consider handing them over.” you click your tongue and tap your wrist as if signaling that his time was almost up.

“y/n, may i kindly take a look at your notes so that i don’t totally bomb the OWLs?”

“i think i need a little more begging.”

“you suck”

—

it wasn’t as if you wanted to be staring at him

he was just there— standing there so gloriously beside his twin brother

it was no doubt that the weasley twins were popular around hogwarts

you weren't sure if it was their likability or the parties they seemed to make a thousand times more fun

whatever it was, they ravished in it, not that you cared either, even if it did get you into too many uncomfy situations

seeing george oh-so happy among the crowd of wizards was oh-so gratifying

he smiled so bright that his pearly whites shone throughout wherever he was

now was one of the moments, except you weren’t anywhere special— just another day of sitting across the room from one another in herbology

professor sprout had separated the two of you in hopes that you wouldn’t mess or speak to one another in class any longer

that didn’t work out great,,, clearly

because now you were dazed

dazed as you watch the boy laugh and work with his brother

you weren’t quite sure what was going on between them but you knew you looked like one of those ridiculous people in those ridiculous romantic movies

where the main character is staring at the boy they find so attractive— hearts floating around their head as they sigh out in happiness as if they were watching their entire world

ridiculous ridiculous ridiculous

but could you blame yourself? was it really your fault or was it george’s for being very cute? for having a laugh and smile that just manages to grasp your entire self?

it was george’s fault you like to think

“what are you doing?” the sudden voice makes you jump in your spot, utensils falling onto the floor with a loud clatter

you look down at the utensils out of embarrassment, not wanting to make any eye contact with anybody

“sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” angela bends down over with you, helping pick up your things

“it’s quite alright,” you mumble softly, not exactly knowing what so say

“i figure you’re into george.” the girl’s sudden words throw you off, your head snapping up to look at the beautiful girl

“w-what? where… um, where’d you get that? it’s nothing but… lies.” you sputter out as quickly as possible— and quite literally too loudly as many others glanced to you and the girl

you could feel your cheeks brighten up even more

a sense of deadly remorse wafts over your already flushed body as angelina gave you an unimpressed look

“alright, calm down, it was just a random conclusion i’ve came up with.”

“that’s a crazy hypothesis!” you continue to sputter out your words as if in disgust of her word

“it wouldn't be that crazy, now, would it?” she laughs gently as the two of you stood up, finally coming up from your crouch on the floor

“he’s just a friend”

“it’s no big deal, i’m definitely into fred. nothing to be ashamed of.”

“yeah, well everyone knows that.” you sigh, fixing up your utilities, angelina helping you with the task

“and no one knows about you and george? only so many can be as, and i mean this in the nicest way possible, oblivious as you two.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?” eyebrows scrunched, you turn to her

were you supposed to be offended? you felt as if you should but you didn’t care enough about it any longer

“it means... make a move.” she shrugs from beside you. “i don’t think it’d ruin anything. if anyithing, you two could stop running circles around one another and finally make out.”

“you are a very crude person.”

“masking out is crude to you? bless your soul, no wonder you haven’t noticed him.”

and that was where the conversation stopped, only making your thoughts run 100 mph

what was she saying exactly? was george as into you as you are into him?

it made your brain feel mushy and it was a horrible feeling

one filled with anxiousness, trying to figure out exactly what being a teenager with feelings meant

but it pleasantly relaxed you to know that angelina was going through the same things as a teenager herself

having started hanging out with her and listening to her advice, you began to notice more things about george and the way he was around you

he was a lot more touchy than you ever remembered, and not in an uncomfortable wait either

but what seemed platonic and innocent to you suddenly sent an alarm through out you (again, not a bad one,,,, just a slightly nervous one)

what were you supposed to do???????

you were always told that you were HORRIBLE with emotions and confrontation

confront him about your feelings???? now how were you supposed to deal with both???

you were unnerved to no end and george was quick to catch in as well

“okay, what’s up your butt?” at hearing george’s voice, you jump up slightly

“there’s nothing up my butt.”

“yes there is. you have that look.”

“the ‘there’s-something-up-my-butt’ look?” you scoff lightly, hoping to rid of the conversation with a tiny bit of humor

“exaclty the look. tell me what’s wrong.”

“nothings wrong.” you shrug him off, turning back to your book, one of which you had to read the first sentence repeatedly

you couldn’t even sit beside him any longer without feeling as if you’re about to burst with terrifying feelings and hypothesis, courtesy of angelina

“is someone bullying you?”

“what?” you turn to him in disbelief. “who would bully me?”

“i don’t know,” he mumbles softly not liking the reaction he managed to grab from you. “just... you look... weird.”

“and here i thought this flimsy uniform looked great with my legs.”

“okay sassypants, i’ll let you be.”

you sigh softly at the sight of a defeated look on him

your mother always said, “if something is painful but can be rid of in an instant, rip it off like a bandaid.”

you always thought it was dumb, why would you rip off a bandaid? bandaids were there to make you feel better so it should be working on whatever it’s put on

ridiculous

you’re ridiculous

YOU ARE RIDICULOUS

you knew you needed to stop being such a wussy, it was a bad look on you

that much you could tell at george’s hesitant looks

screw it

“want to go on a date?” it was too late to stop the words from coming out.

george looks over at you, wide eyes

you felt as if time was suddenly going to slow as you awaited his answer

so far,,,? things didn’t look too great for you

but you weren’t going to strike-out immediately, maybe he was too shocked

“you want to go on a date? with me?”

“no, actually, im asking professor snape... yes with you.” your cheeks were flushed red as you refused to look the boy in the eye

“sassypants is coming out again.” the melodious tone of his laughter reaching your ears, making you feel at ease

“i’d love to go on a date with you.” you shut your eyes tight, hands covering your face

“goodness, i felt like i was suffocating.” you mumble, embarrassment continuously coursing through your body

“is that what was up your butt?”

“you really do have a way with words. yes, that’s what was up my butt.”

“hmm, i knew something was wrong. weirdo, you could have asked me so long ago!”

“you could’ve told me too!”

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