#adorable evil eye beams

[bunnys-kisses]

hii! brownies with a side of martini with lando for me please 🤭

bakery menu

want to suggest your own order? look at the menu! i'm constantly writing up orders! i even accept for fandoms outside of formula one!! as for this suggestion, i am really liking that people really want mafia au lando, it's very nice and allows me to think a little more outside the box with the au! i just don't want them all read the same, right? this won't be the last time you'll see lando in a mafia au!! i hope you enjoy this!! <3

brownies ("you're so much more agreeable when you have something to occupy that mouth of yours.") + martini (mafia au) served by lando norris (formula one)!

cw: smut/pwp, mafia au, enforcer!lando, baker!reader, kitchen sex, oral sex (reader receiving), affectionate!lando, mentions of au typical violence

"these are amazing, honey." lando groaned as he took a bite of the warm brownies you just made. it was comfort food in a way. you always know how to make them perfectly.

you leaned against the counter of the kitchen, you watched your boyfriend devour a piece of the treat with excitement, you sighed, "i don't know. i think it's a little too sweet."

"no way, impossible." he said, "these are going to sell like crazy at the shop. can i have another one?"

you chuckled, and leaned towards him. you wiped a bit of stray chocolate off the corner of his mouth, "you're so much more agreeable when you have something to occupy that mouth of yours."

he beamed at you, "well of course." he then snaked an arm around your waist and kissed you on the cheek, "anything of yours that goes into my mouth would shut me up.

this would look like a true domestic scene. a young couple in love, sharing a late night treat on a thursday. but if someone looked closely at the tattoos on your lover's arms. they would know that he wasn't the prince charming on a full rise scholarship to a university. he was an enforcer for the mclaren family.

lando could fight. that was his whole job, he told you about growing up and the brawls he'd get into. he always told you how many he won and told you not to worry at the number his loss.

when he walked down the street and people saw the tattoos along his arms and the cigarette tucked behind his head. they thought he was big trouble, when you two walked together you often got double-takes from people. why was someone like you, with someone like him.

and while you'd go into detail about how much of a caring lover he was. how much he adored you, all the times he brought you home flowers and kept a polaroid photo on you in the back of his jean pocket. there was something undeniable about lando that made you blush.

he was really good in the bedroom.

not that it was the only good thing about him! he went above and beyond anything any other boyfriend had done for you. he was your ray of sunshine. he made sure his woman was taken care of.

you got up onto the counter after you got your sweatpants and panties off. you knew you should be heading to bed soon for another long day at work. but lando was insistent that he made sure that the love of his life got a proper thank you for making him such a nice treat when he came home.

"double chocolate is great and all." he as he got closer to you. bent over to get between those thighs of yours. he held your legs open and licked his lips, "but, it's nothing like your pussy." he chuckled before he pressed a kiss at your slit.

you held onto the edge of the counter while he started to lick at your sex. his tongue between your pussy lips. he groaned against you as he held onto your hips.

lando was a dangerous man, you had heard whispers through the area you lived in about how evil he was. there was a story about him taking out a guy's teeth tooth by tooth and then smashing his jaw.

he could be intimidating, those eyes could go from friend to sharp in mere seconds. his hands were lined with scarring from other the years and many of his tattoos covered up the other scars.

he'd walk around the main street in nothing but a tank top, loose jeans and a gold chain, his face card never failed and his wit was unmatched. but when he stumbled up the bakery you worked at one day, it was like his entire life changed.

now he was between your legs with his tongue up against your pussy. his nose rubbed against your clit which made you clench up. you held onto the back of his head and guided him up against your pussy. the pleasure was a steady throb that made you flushed.

he was in love with you, if he had to describe the feeling. it was like his heart was whole. that the pieces of him were glued back together by your love. and he in turn wanted to give all his love to you.

"please, lando." you said softly as you ran your fingers through his hair, "you know exactly how to do it." you shuddered at the pleasure in your body.

"only the best for you." he said softly, "only the best." before he gave your thigh a little love tap before he continued to lap at your pussy. you held onto him tighter and his cock twitched in his sweats.

you held onto his curly hair tightly and whined a little. you tensed up as you came, finishing on his tongue. the noises you made had lando feeling good all over. he worked quickly to send you right over the edge. when you nails grazed along his scalp his brain turned off for a moment.

"shit." he grumbled against your slit.

you relaxed after a few moments and panted heavily. you rested up against the cabinets behind you and clung to your boyfriend for a moment longer.

he lazily licked at your sweet slit as he nosed at your clit. he was insatiable when it came to you. you then stroked the back of his head lovingly. he groaned a little at the soft touch.

lando was a mafia enforcer, he hurt people for a living. but his true weakness was his baker girlfriend and her lovely desserts. <3

[helluvapoison]

Hello! I love your writing and I was hoping if you have the time you could do headcanons for Lucifer with an s/o that snorts when she laughs and is embarrassed by it/tries to cover it up when he makes her giggle? Thank you! <333

• The first time he heard you laugh, really laugh, his heart thudded hard against his ribcage, threatening to break bones to leap out of his chest just to get to you

• Lucifer loves your laugh

• Your giggles are adorable and make him beam with pride but not the same way he does when you clutch your sides and snort

• Hiding from him in any way, shape or form is futile

• Your hands flee to cover your mouth, stifling the sound he adores and morphing it into a silly giggle

• Lucifer steals your wrists and holds them to his chest, “I love that laugh. It’s music to my ears. If I could trade all the eyes I have for extra ears to hear that sound, I would!”

• He’s only partly teasing, and it works making you cackle and snort again!

• He really will do the most to make you laugh

• Every time you make that sound Lucifer smiles so big it almost hurts

• The habit of covering your mouth doesn’t go away easily. You do appreciate Lucifer’s determination, though

• He scribbles down jokes and tests them throughout the day

• “Why don’t ducks like asking for directions? They prefer to wing it!”

• Snrk!

• “Gotcha!”

• Lucifer will wrestle you to hold your arms down so you can’t seal away your mirth

• He’ll go as far as to tickle you because, damnit, that’s his favorite sound you’re trying to take away from him!

• “Luci! Mercy, I give, stop!” You gasp for air when you can, tears pricking at your eyes, “You’re evil.”

• “Necessarily so! I just love that laugh, darling.” He whispers against your cheek, peppering your face with kisses

• You hum in acknowledgment, still catching your breath, “So you say,”

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╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ quick raise your hand if you do this too! writing this might have cured me tbh <33 happy valentines everyone!

[angelicpoison12]

walking w/ the eggs ღ

You help Alastor with getting rid of the eggs. Of course, more bonding is done rather than harm.

MFA, SFW, TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF

Who would’ve thought some talkative, energetic, and annoying eggs could’ve brought you and Alastor closer?

— ✩ —

You finally finished hammering in the final nail to Charlie’s poster. It read, ‘Happy 1st Week, Sir Pentious’. Charlie was so bubbly and full of energy as she told Vaggie, “I’m so happy Sir Pentious decided to stay at the hotel!” You noticed she was so excited that she dragged out the ‘el’ in ‘hotel’, and it was really cute. That was just something Charlie often did, and you adored it. You kinda wished you could be as optimistic as her. “Uhm, just a few days ago, he was trying to blow up the hotel..” Vaggie cautiously reminded Charlie. Sir Pentious then walked by with a large machine; it looked like the combination of a canon ball and a flamethrower. Your eyes widened, and all you did was nudge Vaggie nervously, climbing down the ladder you were on. “Uhm, Sir Pentious, what’s that?” You asked nervously. “Ah! Hello, my fellow resssident! I call this ‘The Ssskin Flayer 1100’! It issss my newessst invention! I am looking forward to ssshooting the other ressidents!” “What?! Why?” Charlie asked, seeming confused. You noticed Sir Pentious press against his creation almost protectively as he nearly hissed under his breath, “Everyone is too nice! It musst be some sort of trick!” Vaggie then sighed as she said “Pentious, people are nice because they’re genuinely nice. Nobody wants to hurt you-“ Right before she could finish, one of Sir Pentious’s egg minions snapped a latch on his invention, causing a beamed hole to burn through the ceiling above us.

Everyone’s jaw seemed to drop, and Vaggie cried out, “UGH! What did I say?! What did I just say? No more eggs!” “Not my little egg boyss! They do my evil bidding for me!” Pentious shrieked, his arms wrapping around their bulbous bodies. “Do you want to stay here and redeem yourself?” Vaggie asked, her arms crossed. “Y.. Yesss..?” “Then no more eggs. And no more buying parts or making weapons.” Sir Pentious was so sad. You kinda felt bad for him, to be honest. He sobbed and wailed as he waved off his eggs, watching them walk away.

“I need to get rid of these things..” Vaggie moaned in annoyance. You perked up, quickly saying, “I’ll help!” “I know you want to help, Y/N, and I appreciate that.” Vaggie said with a sheepish grin. “But I won’t let you do this alone. You’re still a little new, and I don’t want anything happening to you.” “I’m strong! I can take it-“ “I mean.. I don’t want you getting mugged or something, Y/N. You’re smaller than us, I just want you to be okay.” You rolled your eyes and huffed playfully at that. The eggs followed you and Vaggie as you both walked to Alastor’s room.

Vaggie opened Alastor’s door. He was sitting at a fancy small round table, fork and knife in hands, cutting into a decaying deer. He was humming, twisting his fork in its innards and eating it. You were glad you had a somewhat strong stomach. Thankfully you couldn’t smell it for some reason, but the deer looked oddly lacking in color.

“Alastor!” Vaggie called to him. Alastor stopped, still widely smiling, fork full of grayish meat almost to his lips. “Do you mind? I’m in the middle of breakfast.” Alastor said calmly. Vaggie sighed irritatedly, the eggs behind you and her slapping each other and fighting like toddlers on a mini playground. “Pentious’s eggs are out of hand and I need you to get rid of them,” Vaggie told Alastor. He immediately stood up, his cane appearing out of nowhere, popping into his hand. “Oh! Well in that case, I’d be delighted to!” Alastor said, his smile wide-not in a genuinely happy way, but in a sinister way. Vaggie then calmly said, “.. Humanely.” “Hm. Well that’s a lot less fun; but, I guess I can take care of them on my outing today.” Alastor said in a chirp, walking past us. You followed behind Alastor, trying to keep up with him and his face pace in walking.

— ✩ —

The eggs were annoying as fuck. And not the subtle, soft annoyance; they were genuinely annoying. Like blisters on the back of your ankles after walking for a day on a hike.

“Oh boy! What’s the plan boss?”

“I like your suit!”

“What are the antlers for?”

“Can I touch your staff thing?”

“Are those your ears? Or is it your hair? I can’t tell!”

You noticed Alastor’s eye visibly twitched a little, and it made you have to refrain from giggling. It was adorable. Oddly enough, Alastor didn’t snap at the eggs. In fact, all he responded with was, “Follow in silence if you value your shell,” whilst tapping his staff against one of the egg’s shells kindly. Alastor walked with you, his hand accidentally brushing against yours. His skin visibly prickled. “Oh! I apologize, Y/N.” His speech was formal, yet hints of nervousness were in there. All you did was say quietly, “It’s fine, Al, really.”

Alastor couldn’t get rid of the eggs no matter what he did. And eventually, they were whining and moaning about being hungry. “You little creatures require food, too? Very well,” Alastor said tiredly, his voice in clear annoyance. We stopped at a small shop where it seemed to be a bakery. All of the little egg boys got a blueberry muffin, Alastor got an egg sandwich in spite of the situation, and you just settled for a smoothie. Everyone was at a round table like a tiny family almost. The egg minions wouldn’t stop fussing and slapping each other for each other’s muffins. You found it rather entertaining and amusing. Alastor just sat, smiling and humming.

“You know, Y/N..” Alastor’s voice caught you off guard. You looked at him, eyes wide as you waited for him to finish. “You’re not a bad egg.” “I’m sorry?” “What I mean, is you’re quite welcoming, Y/N. You seem kind.. I like someone who is kind.” His words made your cheeks flush. Alastor was known for not liking affection, or taking a fancy into anyone. But maybe you were special. Alastor gently patted the top of your head, his claws surprisingly soft even though they looked sharp.

You were a good egg, he said. Meaning you were special to him.

— ✩ —

[the-kr8tor]

Let’s do this again

May I request a beach day with the arachkids and Hobie

Thank you for the adorable request! I hope you like it ❤️❤️❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.2 k

Tags: Use of Y/N sparsely, no specific physical description of the reader, cw food mentions, FLUFF

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The searing heat of the sand underneath you doesn't compare to how humid the air is. With the beach towel under you, the warmth still seeps from the thick cloth as you watch the trio play Marco Polo in the pool. You can still hear their whines when the lifeguard at the beach told them that the tides are currently too wild to be able to safely swim in. Good thing the little beach house that you and Hobie rented (With Miguel's money, courtesy of Lyla) comes with a pool complete with sand all around it for the extra immersion.

Gwen shrieks as she dodges the blindfolded Miles. He tries to grasp what's in front of him but could only yank at nothing but air when Gwen dives underneath to escape. Meanwhile Pavitr is silently laughing near the pool steps, happy that Gwen is the one getting targeted by Miles who has been ‘it’ for two turns now. Pav snorts, and you watch in slow motion how Miles turns towards the sound, ears perking up the second Pav let out a squeak.

“Oh no.” Pav softly says, quickly diving and doing evasive maneuvers to throw Miles off his scent. Gwen laughs, but doesn't make the same mistake like Pav did a second ago.

Miles grins mischievously, already running (slowly but surely) towards the splashing. “Keep swimming! I'll get you eventually!” He taunts, and Pavitr starts to panic as Miles is gaining speed right behind him.

“Psst!” You call towards Gwen, she turns towards you, still grinning widely. “Wanna help him?”

“Pav? Absolutely.” Her blue eyes twinkle in the sunlight, swimming closer to you.

“Are your webshooters waterproof?”

She sees where you're going, head peeking out from the end of the pool. “Yeah,” she mirrors your smug look as you hand her the webshooters. “You hang around Hobie way too much.”

You giggle, watching your evil plan unfold once Gwen shoots a ball of web at Miles’ head. Good thing web fluids are biodegradable and melt easily in water or it'll for sure clog the pool.

Miles shrieks, wildly twirling around to try and yank the web off his nape. “That's cheating!” Water splashes all around him while Gwen and Pav try to disorient ‘Marco Polo.’ He lets out a roar, screaming for revenge.

After the barrage of water at Miles' face, the other two scamper off in different directions to avoid Miles, who is definitely using his spider senses now. You laugh loudly when he predicted where Gwen would swim, effectively capturing her.

The sudden cold against your cheek makes you stop laughing. A shadow casts over you as you look up from your seat, you beam at Hobie, he nudges you with a can of cola on your face. “Where'd you go?”

Hobie looks immaculate in the light, bare torso shining in the sunshine, eyes soft for you, and toned muscles in full display. He takes your breath away with a simple tilt of his head, the glow from his silver piercings almost blinds you. “There was a burnin’ building a few ways away. Had to go and save the day.” He sits down on the towel next to you, opening the can and then handing it off over to you nonchalantly, as if he didn't just make your heart jump from the affectionate act.

“Really?” You take a sip, sighing at the refreshing cold. The trio's excited yelling fades into the background, now abandoning the game of Marco Polo to make whirlpools in the pool.

Hobie drops his seriousness, chuckling while he wipes at a bead of sweat off your brow. “Nah, I was buyin’ soda.”

You can't stay mad at him when he looks at you like you're a pearl he found at sea. “You ass.”

“You're welcome, love.” He gives your bare shoulder a quick kiss before turning towards the trio who are turning around in a circle while there's a small whirlpool slowly forming in the center. “Oi! There's soda inside!”

They stop simultaneously, looking at Hobie expectantly. “Are there chips?” Miles asks, and the two nod along.

“Crisps, but yeah there's some inside.” After Hobie confirms, they immediately head off towards the end of the pool, fighting each other so they could get the best ones first. Pav has his hand on Miles’ face, while Gwen webs both of their hands on the pool before cackling and leaving them in the dust.

“Not fair!” They both cry as they rip off the webs lightning quick, and then they run towards the door. You're glad they have incredible balance or else they would've slipped and fell.

Once they're inside, you hear their muffled fighting through the glass walls. Hobie takes your attention from them though. His head is tilted back, letting the sun bathe him in its light. Elbows propping him up, his legs are outstretched as beams of light shine through his long lashes. Lips curled in a content smile, you're happy that he's happy. His muscles look like they were carved on the side of a mountain, and his shoulders are completely relaxed, something you haven't seen in a while. He looks like he came out of a renowned painting.

Hobie senses your eyes on him, he cracks his eyes open to stare back at you. “You wanna take a picture instead?” He asks teasingly, index finger playing around with the string of your swimwear.

“No, I want to paint you.” Hobie rolls his eyes, trying his best not to show how flustered he is. “Now I understand why artists have muses.”

He moves to your side, facing you fully, head tilted up with ease; clearly and blatantly flirting back. His finger twirls the stray string connected to you, your eyes flick downward, trying very hard not to melt on the spot. “I'd be your muse?”

You tuck your chin on your shoulder, hiding your flustered smile. “Yeah,” taking his hand, you knead at his fingers lest he accidentally unties your swimwear. “You'd get sick of posing for me.”

With a scrunch of his nose, he fights with your hand for dominance, massaging you instead. He feels like he's on cloud nine, holding you in the sun while the sound of waves lap at the beach a few steps away; while the most important people in his life are in the same place, happy to join him, happy to make memories with him. Even for just a moment of peace. No villains to stop, no loud city noises or smoke filling his lungs, just the sea and the sun. What more could he ever ask for?

“I want to paint you too.” It's a simple sentence containing multitudes of tenderness and love.

You inhale, almost forgetting to breathe. “We'll make it a day then. I paint you, you paint me.”

To him, you've been his muse for a long time.

Hobie lifts up his hand to cradle your warm cheek, the cold condensation from the soda can soothes you as you lean in closer. “Deal.” He leans closer, you grasp his hip to pull yourself to him.

“I'm going to outpaint you, Hobie. They'll put your portrait up in the louvre after I win.”

“I didn't know it was a competition.” He whispers against your lips. You close your eyes when you feel his lips brush along yours. “I'll win though.”

“Y/N! We're out of chips!” Fumbling from the sudden presence, you accidentally knock your forehead against Hobie's nose. You two groan out in pain while the trio rushes to help. Both your portraits have to wait now, or until the bumps subsides.

[jyoongim]

Hi! Do you only do romantic pairings for Alastor? I was hoping to request something platonic so if that's not your things please ignore me!

I just wanted a fic to see Alastor confessing to reader that they are in fact a very dear friend to him (with the same energy of a sweaty palmed anxious school boy confessing to his crush) I just think it'd be adorable.

(I also just like imagining his fluffy wittle ears going flat against his head due to nerves without him even noticing) (god if evil why so fluffy)

Answer: I haven’t written many platonic (only one) but i am not against trying to do so. This is VERY short, but i still think it was cute

If you laughed, he was going to kill you was your thought as you watched Alastor clumsily stumble over his words.

What had gotten into him?

The Overlord was usually calm and confident. 

But now he has the aura of a sinner sitting in the holiest of holies.

Alastor was nervous; anxious and jittery, All that charm and wit out the window now that he is trying to tell you something.

From anyone else’s point of view, this would like that the sinner is about to proclaim his love for you and run off, but it was not that at all.

Alastor had invited you to dinner and hoped that he could show you how much he appreciated you being his…friend.

Yes. Friend. Like Mimzy girl tried to use pookie and Rosie.

Alastor considered you a dear friend and he wanted to tell you that.

But here he was, hot and sweaty like a boy telling his sweetheart she was beautiful,  it almost made him want to disappear.

But Alastor was not a coward.

”My dear, I arranged for us to have dinner to show you how much I appreciate you” ok so far so good.

You smiled, tilting your head ”oh? But I haven’t done anything special to raise such an occasion”

Your eyes swept over him, concern building on your face. You have been around Alastor long enough that you know when he’s feeling a bit uneasy. Sign #1? his ears.

The tuffs of red, which usually stood proud, are now flat to his head.   They’ve been that way since he started talking.

“Now now you don’t have to have done something special to be appreciated…let’s call it more like a ‘thank you’ ”

”Thank you? For what?”

He cleared his throat, eyes darting away from you, taking a deep breath “For being a friend to me” he said lowly, radio filter gone.

Your eyes widened. A soft smile cracked your face as Alastor looked away,  frustrated and blushing.

You giggled causing him to look at you, ears perked 

“Oh Alastor! Is that what you’ve been nervous about? Haha”. You beamed at him, reaching across the table to grab his sweaty hand to smooth him.

”We have always been friends. I know YOU like to decide such things, but we’ve been friends since you killed that creep”

Alastor blinked, and before your very eyes his charm was back,

He gave a toothy smile at your touch. You were one of the few people allowed to do so and it didn’t repulse him.

He found your touch to be quite soothing. He doesn’t remember when he started considering you a close friend, but he know that you don’t care if you ramble about different topics. He find it endearing that you are very jumpy, but don’t quiver at the sight of him, you’re stubborn and always give him a piece of your mind.

He first thought you were insufferable, but somehow you were always right by his side.

His favorite thorn.

He felt a soft hand petting his ears, and glared at you

You laughed “For someone in control, your ears sure do tell alot”

Oh he was sooo going to kill you.

[dreamingofmarauders]

𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙁𝙞𝙫𝙚

James Potter x Slytherin!Fem!Reader

Summary: In which Sirius finally warms up to you and you let in James on what haunts you to this day

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Mentions of torture, death, crying, small panic attack, cussing

Previous Part Series Masterlist

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"What the fuck?" Sirius muttered from his place on the couch by the fireplace in the sitting room, upon seeing you enter holding something in your arms, followed by James with a suitcase and- a House-Elf?

"What happened? How come you're both back?" Remus inquired, brows furrowed.

You sighed in frustration, "They found out where I live, broke in two weeks ago, and I would assume this is the same time I got injured during the mission." You said, shaking your head slightly.

Sirius watched you with calculated eyes, slightly suspicious of you. However, when his eyes fell back onto your arms and he realized what was in your arms, he let out an odd noise making everyone look at him weirdly.

"You OK, mate?" James asked, to which Sirius nodded, staring at your puppy before looking up at your face.

"Is that a dog?"

You beamed at him, lifting Fluffy's face to yours to pepper him with kisses, "Yes, he is. I found him on the streets, he looked so scared and fragile, I couldn't have left him there. So I brought him home about two months ago, and he's been part of the family since then, haven't you cutie pie?" You cooed, nuzzling your face against your puppy.

Sirius stared at you with a blank face before he stood up and walked over to you. He paused, raising his hands out, "Can I hold him?"

You merely smiled at him and carefully handed him Fluffy. Sirius cooed and looked at Fluffy with such adoration in his eyes, you let out a happy giggle as you melted. Sirius looked back up at you.

"I think we can get along, L/n." He said, "After all, if you love dogs then you are a cool person because dogs are the best." He exclaimed.

You opened your mouth to answer however another voice cried,

"Dogs are not the best. A stag is way better!" James exclaimed, appalled.

You and Remus exchanged an amused look, Remus more than you as he was in on the little secret, before you loudly cleared your throat, making the pair of best mates look at you.

"This," You said, stepping aside to reveal Willy, whose light blue eyes went wide, making them even larger than they already are, at the sudden attention, "Is my childhood best friend, Willy."

Sirius' brows knitted together, "You have a slave!?" He spat out in a bitter tone, making James send him a glare.

You frowned at him, "No, I have my best friend." You bent down, wrapping an arm around the House-Elf, "Willy was assigned to me as a servant when I was quite young, but to me, Willy was a living creature, who deserved love and respect, someone who I considered a friend. Willy's been there for me in tough times." You explained, pausing abruptly as horrible images from your childhood flashed back, "I tried freeing Willy, many times actually, but Willy refuses to go."

"Oh but Mistress has always been so kind to Willy. Why would Willy leave such a wonderful soul?" He cried out loud, before beginning to hiccough, causing your eyes to widen in alarm.

"Willy!" You exclaimed in concern, "Please don't cry!"

The House-Elf made an odd disgruntled noise and immediately went quiet. "As Willy's MIstress wishes."

"It's Y/n."

"As Mistress Y/n wishes." Willy replied, making you shake your head with a smile at the small creature as you stood back up.

"Well, I better set up my room. Again." You declared to the room before you took your suitcase from James, and walked with Willy bouncing behind you.

Sirius watched you go, his face full of shame. He shouldn't have let his hatred towards his family shadow his view about you. You were a Slytherin, that was true, but you were not evil. If he didn't see it before, Sirius saw it now. Your House-Elf was one proof of your kindness, because if you had been cruel, why would Willy have still stuck by your side after having been freed?

He had some apologizing to do.

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“Y/n/n, you promised me everything would be fine.” A young blue eyed boy breathed out, every inhale and exhale paining his whole body.

Tears cascaded down your face but you hastily wiped them.

“It will be. You will make it through.” You told him, trying to be strong for your younger brother.

“I’m scared, Y/n.” He murmured and suddenly his chest began to heave rapidly. Your eyes widened in panic, not knowing what to do. You looked at Willy whose eyes only landed on the ground in shame.

A sob tore its way through your mouth, not wanting to believe this was happening.

“I-I love y-you, Y/n.” The young boy gasped out between the heavy breaths.

You cried, clinging onto his hand, shaking your head in denial. Your baby brother couldn’t leave you.

“I love you too, baby. I love you so much.” You told him watching him struggle to cling onto life. Your heart shattered into a million pieces when you saw the last breath he took. Your soul went with him when you watched the light leave his eyes.

“NOOOOOO!”

“LEO!” You screamed as you shot up in bed, tears racing down your face as your chest rose and fell quickly. A sob made its way out your mouth. He was gone and it tormented you that you couldn’t have saved him.

You felt your heart race madly as your chest began to tighten. Everything began to blur but before you could descend into your state, someone grabbed your hand.

“Y/n, copy my breathing.” James spoke, placing your hand against his chest. You looked at him, specifically his hazel eyes, finding a sense of comfort in them and you copied his breathing, which eventually calmed you down.

You numbly stared at the wall across the room, feeling a whirlwind of emotions. James merely watched you. Him and the boys were still there as they had to go over some new tactics with some other Order members. As James was getting ready to leave, he heard your pained sobs and shouts, and he ran into your bedroom only to find you startle awake from your nightmare and fall into a panic attack.

“You want to talk about it?” The Gryffindor offered.

You swallowed thickly, your eyes glossing over, “I didn’t tell you the whole truth.”

James’ brows knitted together, “Pardon?”

You let out a sigh, “The other day, when I mentioned that if I died I would deserve it, Regulus wasn’t the only reason I said that.” You bit your lip, the memory still fresh and flashing before your eyes. “Everyone knows about my older brother, Alexander."

Of course James knew, everyone did. A true embodiment of a pureblood supremacist, ringleader of all the biggest Slytherins.

"But no one knew I once had a younger brother named Leo. He was so sweet and joyful, and I absolutely adored him. However if I ever did anything out of turn, my parents knew how much Leo meant to me and they would t-torture him as well for my mistakes so I wouldn’t mess up again.” You explained, face twisting in agony.

“He was seven when I was in my first year at Hogwarts. What exactly they did to him, I don’t know but when I returned home for spring break…” You paused off, your voice getting shaky as your body began to shake as well. “He was on his deathbed. I wasn’t there to protect him and I watched as he passed on and there was nothing I could do.” You sobbed, burying your face in your hands.

“Willy had tried his best but Leo’s health was bad and he didn’t make it through.” You raised your face to look at James, who had been rubbing your back comfortingly. He saw a fire burn in your y/e/c eyes.

“I don’t know how but they got away with my brother’s murder and I couldn’t do anything. I had always promised him to protect him and one day we both would escape that place.” Your hands balled into fists until your body slumped as grief hit you again.

“I was devastated for months. The only reason I found a purpose in life was when Regulus came to Hogwarts the following school year. I saw my brother in him and I vowed that I would protect him. And yet,” James had to stop you from ripping your hair out as you had grasped your y/h/c locks. “I left him there too. I’ve failed not one but two brothers.” You told James, shaking your head in disappointment with yourself.

James felt his heart shatter. He would have never guessed you had gone through so much. Sure, you being a Slytherin had blindsided him at one point, but even as he had been introduced to the real you, he had never pinpointed how much you had gone through.

James wrapped his arms around you, letting you cry into his chest as he comfortingly rubbed your back.

"I know what I say won't ever be enough but I am so sorry for your loss. Your parents are terrible just like the countless other people on his side are. But I promise you, I'll help you get your brother justice, that much we can do."

You nodded before hiccuping and saying, "Not just that, I want every single one supporting Voldemort behind bars. I don't want more children growing up like I did." You said with determination before your tone softened, "Thank you though, James, for everything."

James placed his cheek against your head, "Always."

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A/N: I hope you all are doing well! I found this chapter okay but I really love the next few chapters, so sit tight for a little longer and the following chapters will be out soon! Love you all!

Wizard Buddies (Taglist): @quack-quack-snacks @jamespottergf @themarauderswife7 @amethyistheart

[madamechrissy]

Angsty Sato/reader/Sugu fic I'm writing. Bc I'm feeling angsty lol

Satoru gonna be a dick, Suguru gonna be a hoe, and reader and everyone's feelings will be hurt. I'm feeling emo if you can't tell 🤣 It'll be a little OOC bc Satoru starts off a dickk😭😭 here's a snippet

Gojo's POV

Satoru Gojo hates you. No, he really hates you.

As Suguru and you walk in, hand in hand, and he sees your pretty eyes all lit up, he realizes he despises you more than anything. Hates how you smile at him, how you look at Suguru so adoringly, he really hates how positive and sweet you are, especially to him, when he’s a dick to you.

Why don’t you stop? Just be a bitch back or something, be real with him, but no, you’re perfect aren’t you? Just a perfect girl, beautiful, though he doesn’t find you attractive, no way. Even though he can see every curve in that dress you wear, your lush breasts swaying (because why can’t you wear a bra) your hips swaying, your little waist where it juts in.

You have a gorgeous body, but he doesn’t care, he doesn’t care your skin glows, and your cheeks get pink. He hates that. He hates every bit of you, as you stand there, so tiny compared to Suguru and him, so tiny he could throw you. Tiny and evil. Sure you’ve been nothing but nice but he knows you’re awful somewhere in there, because who can be so sweet?

As you bounce in his office, holding a little envelope that was pink just like the dress you wore (god you’re so girly, you annoy him that way too) Satoru Gojo just scowls at you, then looks to Suguru. Suguru looks like a puppy so in love with you already, and how, it hadn’t been that long had it…

“Happy birthday, Gojo!” You beam at him, coming to his desk and leaning forward, hugging him around his neck. He tenses then.

Your collarbone is so inviting and delicate, right against his face, as your breasts are soft on his own chest, the weight of them so intoxicating. You smell so sweet, like cherry blossoms, he hates that, hates you. He hates how much his arms itch to wrap back, how much his hands want to slide up your back, grip those pretty tits that are killing him.

Fuck he hates you.

“Ahem…” You awkwardly step back as he just sits there, and he glares at you, making your pretty face fall for a moment.

Good.

Your POV

“Sorry, got carried away. I am so excited to give you this gift!” You hand him the pink envelope, and Suguru comes closer, leaning on Satoru’s desk and smirking.

“Open it baby boy.” Suguru teases, and Satoru rolls his pretty blue eyes.

“A gift would be not having to see you.” He says tersely, glaring at you then, and how did someone so stunning and beautiful look at you so mean. For what?

You tense then, and Suguru has a glare on his handsome face, coming to wrap an arm around your waist gently but assuredly. His big hand is warm on your hip, and you watch Satoru’s bright blue eyes hone in on them like a hawk. Suguru leans forward and presses his lips against your temple, firm hot lips that you adored, and you instantly relax.

“Satoru, she’s just trying to be nice, could you please just try not to be such a colossal dick?” Suguru asks calmly, and Satoru lowers his gaze back to the envelope again.

Satoru Gojo hates you. You don’t know why.

Tumblr link to the new fic :

Fractured Desires Fic - Chap 1

[suzayaaa]

KITTY CHRISTMAS - 재민

pairing: jaemin x reader

wordcount: 1.3k

themes: fluff, established relationship

warnings: mentions of food

suza’s note: merry early christmas!!!

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“All I want for Christmas…”

“Is you,” Jaemin wraps his warm hands around your waist as he finishes the song lyrics. You smile at him through the reflection in the mirror, a gesture he reciprocates easily.

You’ve always loved the atmosphere of Christmas. With the snow everywhere, people running around with shopping bags, Christmas commercials all around the city, and everything decorated in greens and reds and different lights, the excitement in you is thrilling—and it’s even better since you started dating Jaemin.

For the past three years, you spent this special time with him. He’s always loved to make you feel adored, and a part of his love included gifts. This time is a little different, not only because it’s the first Christmas you spend after moving in together, but also because this year you decided to surprise yourself, contrary to the previous years when you told each other what type of gifts you wanted to receive.

“Are you ready, baby?” He turns you around so you’re facing him and adjusts the necklace you just put on, the one he gave you exactly a year ago.

You hum a small ‘yes’ as he takes your hand and leads you through the decorated apartment to a prepared table.

You both sit, surrounded by the strong smell of various foods and burning candles, and start eating. Your eyes widen at your own cooking skills when you feel the perfectly seasoned meat melt in your mouth. As you eat, you and Jaemin catch up on the latest news in your lives, tell each other stories, and enthuse about all the different things until your boyfriend notices you eagerly eyeing the Christmas tree. You make eye contact once you feel his eyes on you a little longer than usual, a smirk on his face telling you he is as ready as you.

You run up in tiny steps to the decorated tree and sit on your ankles in front of it, Jaemin props himself next to you. You giggle quietly, excited to finally move on to your favorite part of the holiday.

Your hand gestures to the gifts under the tree and you look at Jaemin with an elated smile, “Go first.”

He whispers an ‘okay’ as you hand him a box wrapped in red Christmas paper with graphic fairy lights as a design. He rips the paper, dragging the act for as long as he can with a playful smirk on his face that only makes your excitement grow. Your eyes follow his hands as the box reveals itself painfully slowly.

“Oh my god, come on!” You groan when tapping your nails on the cold floor isn’t enough to ease your impatience anymore. Jaemin lets out an evil laugh, like a cartoon character, and rips the paper with one motion.

His eyes light up when he opens the box and sees a brand-new camera wrapped in bubble wrap, the one he had been talking about for weeks, if not months. He looks up at you with a bright smile and pecks your lips, saying, “Thank you”.

You watch him unwrap the new device from the protection, popping some of the bubbles, as he curiously inspects it, telling you to pose, already taking the very first photo. You blush, wanting to see the result.

As your boyfriend points out all of the new features his previous camera didn’t have, your attention gets stolen by the other boxes under the tree, particularly three boxes tied with silver ribbons. You tell yourself it’s just your mind playing tricks on you, or maybe the Christmas lights from the tree mess with your vision, but no. Your mouth falls open when you realize the boxes are moving.

You look between the boxes and a beaming Jaemin in terror. Your hand anxiously reaches for his arm so he can finally look at you, and when he does, you point at the alive gifts with a question mark on your face.

“Babe, why are the…”

“Oh!” His eyebrows shoot up once he realizes what you’re talking about. He puts the camera aside, “These are yours, angel. Don’t be scared, open them.”

His words scare you even more.

You stiffly stretch your hand out and cut the ribbons with the scissors you grabbed beforehand. After you put the silver fabric and scissors away, you take another look at Jaemin who is clearly having much more fun than you.

Your boyfriend nods at the boxes with his head with an inviting smile. Deciding it’s better to do it right away, you take a deep breath before you pull one of them closer to yourself and yank the cover away.

“Holy shit,” your eyes widen, this time not from terror, and a smile creeps up to your face, widening with each second until your lips physically can’t stretch anymore.

A pair of big black eyes stare right at you from the box, making you completely melt on the spot. You take the fluff ball into your hands as you look between your boyfriend and the cat, trying to form any words.

“Open the other gifts,” Jaemin says, leaning towards you.

Your head snaps to the other boxes. You move the kitten to your right arm and hold it there, your left hand immediately ripping one of the ties away. A gasp leaves your hanging mouth when you see another kitten, this one lying comfortably, maybe even asleep. Stuck in a daze, you do the same to the last box—the sight welcomes you for the third time.

“Oh my god,” you breathe as you take the kittens out of the boxes, letting the first one happily join them on the floor. You look at a beaming Jaemin, not realizing how your hands gesture in confusion.

“You said you’ve always wanted a pet, but your parents never allowed it,” he explains calmly, observing the kittens teaming up in exploring the room, “now we live together, so I thought this might be the time.”

Your heart beats a little louder at his thoughtfulness. You wrap your hands around his neck with a grin, almost squeezing the life out of him when you pull him into your arms. He hugs you back, breathing in the scent of your favorite perfume, and listens to the endless thank yous you mumble into his shoulder.

You pull away, wanting to see your new family members again, and coo at the sight of them wrapped in curtains at the other end of the living room. “Do they have names yet?” You ask, but your attention stays on the kittens.

“No, not yet.”

You hum, bringing your hand to your chin, as you inspect the cats’ faces and patterns on their fur, trying out different names in your head. Your eyebrows shoot up and you lift your finger in the air when a certain idea clicks in.

“I know!” You take another look at the cats, finalizing your choice, “Luna, Luke, and Lucy.”

You turn to Jaemin for approval which he expresses by a pleased look on his face. “I love it,” he says, reaching for his Christmas gift.

He stands up, walks over to the kittens exploring the corners of your shared apartment, and crouches next to them to take a couple of photos. He then reviews them with a smile, and goes back to you, reaching for your hand to help you stand up.

He places his hand on your cheek and kisses you sweetly. You wrap your arms around his waist, wanting to step closer, but jump away with a scream when you feel something scratchy at your feet. You look down to see the three companions around Jaemin, and a mini mistletoe you put on a coffee table a couple of days ago. You both laugh to yourself as you take the decoration from them, facing your boyfriend again.

“Merry Christmas, baby,” Jaemin says with a smile as another peck lands on your lips.

You wrap your hands around his neck, grinning happily, “Merry Christmas.”

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[cowpokeomens]

Good morning squad I’m thinking bout

Matt who so clearly has a big ole crush on you and everyone knows except you and him it seems! It’s ironic because you’re so sweet and down-to-earth and Matt is. Himself. Anyways! The whole gang has a whole day to run amuck and explore The City right? And so everyone is making their little plans when like Nicky asks what you’re gonna be doing and if you wanna tag along with anyone. You’re like “what’s everyone doing?” And he says “some of us are gonna go walk around downtown, there’s some wildlife center that someone mentioned, and Noah said he’s just going to rot in bed for the morning and decide later.” And you’re like ooooh!! Wildlife center means goats I’m going there!! And Nicky is evil and says “cool Matt will go with you teehee bye” and Matt is pouting because he wanted the day to bro down with the owls and now some girl he doesn’t even like liar is coming with him smh so you’re hesitant but you go for the goats okay and Matt drives the rental and his mood is sour but you’re keeping your spirits high!! He doesn’t speak the entire time and when you try to engage in conversation he just grunts at you :-/ but you arrive safely and the folks working there are so nice and let you hold the chinchillas and the capybaras and Matt is actually cracking a smile watching you, takes lots of pictures bc he adores you the capybaras :-/ they let y’all meet Rocky the raccoon who’s recovering from a leg injury and Matt gets so excited that he goes from hesitant smile to literally beaming like a little kid, feeds Rocky little bits of fruit :-(( you take lots of cute pictures of him so you have evidence that he can feel human joy, y’all tromp around the center for hours petting deer and holding owls and giggling until the sun is starting to go down and you’re abt to pass out from hunger and Matt is like “cmon there’s a good place not too far from here” grabs your wee hand to help you navigate the “rough terrain” (there are some pebbles) but then ope! Doesn’t let go! No reason in particular! And it makes your tummy flip flop but it’s probably just because you’re starving so you write it off :-/ Matt opens your door when y’all get to the car :-/ someone cuts him off in traffic and his arm instinctively comes up in front of you :-/ he drops it onto your thigh and just :-/ leaves it there :-/ lets you queue up music and he bitches the entire time about it until you roll your eyes and put on like. PeelingFlesh or Cannibal Corpse or whatever passes the vibe check and then he’s rolling his eyes and saying “you can listen to your Taylor Swift it’s fine I don’t actually care-“ so you start bumping Picture to Burn and belting it out and he’s just :-( so fond :-( keeps smiling to himself bc he can’t name the emotion he’s feeling but I’ve thinks it’s content :-( y’all get food and you steal half his onion rings even though you swore you wanted fries and his foot keeps bumping into yours under the table and you don’t know why it’s giving you goosebumps!! It’s just cold in here that’s all!! When everyone gets back to the hotel you two are sitting on the couch practically in each other’s laps comparing photos of the day and giggling and teeheeing :-( he gets an arm behind your shoulders bc it was “falling asleep” so you’re all nuzzled up in his chest now and he smells like soap and grass and maybe you’re a little drunk on it but who knows :-( everyone knows

Anyways bye

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Part 18 with Luffy and Eri!Reader are sent to Amazon Lily together (If Reader does join him, my next request is going to be funny)

When Reader and Luffy finally land, they searched for some food, and found some mushrooms, only for them to both fall unconscious (Either from the mushrooms or actually getting something to eat after days of flying in the air)

Some of the Women were touching Reader’s horn (While she was asleep) since they’ve never seen anyone with a horn before, but they were shocked seeing the scars littered on her tiny body so they separated Reader from Luffy (They thought he was the one who hurt Reader since he’s a man) though she had to tell them he wasn’t (They didn’t believe her since he probably manipulated her)

Reader didn’t look at her brother when he didn’t have any clothes on because she was told by Sanji (After Franky joined) to never look there no matter what since it’s a big ‘No No’ area, especially if it’s a man or boy (She was confused about the ‘Jewels’)

The Amazon Women call Reader ‘Small One’ because of her age and tiny size

Reader and Luffy accidentally crashed in on Boa Hancock bathing and ran away from her, as she kept firing some heart shaped beam at them that did nothing (It didn’t affect them because Luffy isn’t attracted to Hancock and Reader’s very scared of how mean and intimidating she’s being *She’s not one to feel affection for others based on appearances, rather on personality*) even if Reader does gain affection for Hancock, her power would rewind herself from turning to stone

Reader was scared when Luffy had to fight to save the Women who helped them and tried to come in, only for Luffy to tell her to stay put as he doesn’t want her in danger

Though Reader does slowly start to like Hancock after she turned Marguerite and the others back from stone (As she also agreed with Luffy for them to be saved instead, as they’ll try to find their own way off the island)

Boa Hancock and her sisters find Kinship in Reader after learning about where her scars came from, as she got them from a ‘Bad Man’ (The Sisters develop fondness for Reader, especially since she’s still kind and sweet even after enduring such pain)

Hancock develops platonic feelings for Reader (Finding her adorable) as she felt weak to her knees when she saw Reader smile (Everyone felt weak seeing Reader’s sugary, closed eye smile)

However, Luffy and Reader both were horrified to find out Ace is being Executed! And rush over to Hancock to ask her to help them save their Brother Ace!

When Reader learns of Hancock’s ‘illness’ she pleads that if she can help then can Hancock help them! Only to her shock find out Hancock is actually okay! And feels relief knowing that ‘Miss Hancock’ is okay *She doesn’t realize Boa is in love with her Big Brother Luffy, as she thinks her illness is acting up whenever she sees her face get red and worriedly asks if she’s okay, which makes Boa’s face become even redder seeing Reader be so worried over her*)

I have the most ‘devious’ and ‘evil’ plan for the next request (It’s just chaotic and hilarious that’s centered around Eri!Reader and Boa Hancock) so when you reopen your request I hope you’ll like it (If you don’t want to do it it’s completely fine with me!)

Forgive me my dear, but I have other plans for Eri :3 and part 18 will be the Whitebeard War and the 2 Year Skip.

-“That bastard Kuma- I’m going to kill him when I see him! How could he do this to someone so young?!” you didn’t recognize the voice, they sounded angry, angry at the giant man who sent everyone away.

-You whimpered, your eyes opening and you found yourself surrounded by lots of unknown men, and tears quickly filled your eyes.

-The closest man, who had a tuft of yellow hair on top of his head, gently brushed some of the tears away, “Hey now Y/N- you’re safe now yoi. No tears.”

-You looked around, “Luffy- where’s Luffy?” they didn’t answer you, unable to because they didn’t know before you saw a giant man, one with a strange mustache peering at you over everyone else.

-He smiled down at you, “Don’t be scared Y/N.” your eyes went wide, shooting into a sitting position, you recognized that voice as your eyes softened, more tears welling, “Grandpa?”

-The men were quickly all panicking, seeing you in tears, not sure on what to do before someone shouted, “I wish Ace was here- he would know what to do!”

-You looked over at where the voice came from before you looked back up at Whitebeard, “Is Ace not here?”

-You felt fear when his look fell, looking upset, “No he’s not, he’s… Ace was captured, Y/N, by the marines, and they are wanting to execute him.” He didn’t sugar coat anything, something some of his sons scolded him for as you were stunned stiff.

-You then surprised everyone, wiping your tears with the back of your hands, “We need to go save him then!” your declaration quickly had laughter filling the room as Whitehead reached down, gently comforting you, “We’re already on our way.”

-Your eyes lit up brightly, “Really?” causing several heart related issues around the room before you asked what had happened, Marco, who was sitting next to you, spoke first, “We’re hoping you could tell us first.”

-So, you told them what had happened, with having fun at the amusement park, Camie getting kidnapped, Luffy punching a funny looking man in a bubble suit and you knocking his sister off the ladder to save Camie, then Kuma came and blasted everyone away.

-Whitebeard nodded softly, “That’s what we thought. You landed here on our ship in a paw print shaped crater. Seems that Kuma bastard knew that you would be safe here.” Instantly Marco and the nurses were yelling at Whitebeard, scolding him for using such language, which was rather comical to see.

-After you were cleaned up, as you weren’t heavily injured, just a little on your hands and knees, and dirty, you were brought into the galley by Izo, so you could get something to eat.

-Vesta couldn’t help but beam, giving you another cream puff, your cheeks looking like a chipmunks, as you were the center of attention, sitting on Whitebeard’s lap.

-You then spoke up, “How did Ace get captured? Ace is super strong!” hearing your praise of Ace did warm their heart, and you noticed everyone looking sad, Marco sighed, looking down at a handkerchief that was wrapped around his wrist, one that had dried blood on it.

-They told you of Thatch, and of Teach, or Blackbeard as he’s known by now, who attacked and killed Thatch for the Devil Fruit he had managed to find, and Ace went after him in revenge. The marines had been able to catch Ace when his back was turned, thanks to Blackbeard, knocking him back into their grasp.

-You were holding Marco’s hand, looking at the handkerchief, tears in your eyes, “Was Thatch nice? Was he a good big brother too?” Marco smiled gently at you, reaching up to brush a tear from your cheek, “He was- he was a goof ball, but he made good food and was a very good person.”

-You heard all you needed to know, and your horn flared to life, holding the handkerchief, and everyone froze as Thatch reformed, using his blood, much like how you did with Bellmere.

-Seeing what you were doing, Whitebeard went to stop you, as had heard from Ace that doing this would make you sick, but within only moments, Thatch was standing there, and he gasped in deeply- like he had been holding it, as his eyes shot open, clutching at his chest, shocked.

-Everyone was stunned, seeing what you had done. You smiled warmly as Thatch looked down at you and in an instant, they all now knew why the government was after you.

-You were sweating heavily, your cheeks flushed as you smiled warmly. You would have fallen off Whitebeard’s lap, had he not caught you, and instantly everyone was panicking, seeing that you had collapsed after bringing Thatch back from the dead!!

-Whitebeard and Marco were immediately shouting out orders as Whitebeard let him take you as he could get to the infirmary faster.

-Luckily it wasn’t as bad as it looked, just a nasty fever and you had fainted, and you had the best care possible as everyone was watching over you.

-Whitebeard stood on the deck of his ship, the other ships all around him as he spoke as they all were sailing towards Marineford, telling everyone around him, who all felt the same, that they were going to get Ace back, no matter what.

[wheels-of-despair]

I Hate Mondays Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: Like his beloved Garfield, Eddie hates Mondays. Evil Woman decides to give him a reason to look forward to them. Contains: Early relationship fluff, Garfield references, Eddie being loved and adored and showered in lavish gifts like he deserves. Words: 1.3k

"Hey," you beam at your boyfriend of approximately one month as he drags his feet through the door of your first period classroom.

Eddie gives you a sleepy smile, drops his stuff on the floor, and plops himself into his chair. He crosses his arms on the desk and leans his head on them, ready to go back to sleep.

"Rough morning?" you tease.

"I hate Mondays," he mumbles through his shaggy mane.

"That's very Garfield of you," you laugh.

He turns his head toward you, so you can see half of his pretty face. "You like Garfield?"

"Doesn't everyone?" He blinks so slowly, you wonder if he's going to keep his eyes closed. "What's so bad about Mondays?"

"Early. Sleepy." The first bell rings, and he drags himself off the desk and leans back in his chair. "Start of another long week in this hell."

"I kinda like Mondays," you shrug. He narrows his eyes like you've just insulted his favorite band. "It means another week where I get to spend at least eight hours with youuu," you grin, lightly poking his cheek and hoping to come off as patronizing instead of sappy.

"Really?" The corner of his mouth twitches.

"I mean, it's probably not exactly eight hours, but if you count this, and lunch…" your finger waves through the air as if you're doing the math on an imaginary chalkboard.

"Well I feel like an asshole."

"You are," you grin. He gives you a gentle shove to the shoulder as the morning announcements begin.

One week later, you waited for him in the parking lot. He even drove slower on Monday mornings. But everyone was still accustomed to getting out of his way when he came roaring through every other day of the week, so perhaps they hadn't noticed. Students scattered, and Eddie pulled into his usual space and hauled his body out of his warm van and into the cool morning air with a groan.

"Good morning, sunshine!" you chirped. You weren't really much of a morning person yourself, but he was so grumpy and adorable, you couldn't resist messing with him. He fixed you with a deathly glare, and you brandished a freshly baked muffin at him.

"What's this?"

"I believe it's called a muffin."

"Why?"

"I don't know why. But I know this one's got blueberries in it."

His glare is ruined when he raises an eyebrow suspiciously.

"It's for you, doofus."

"Why?"

"Because I made a batch and I wanted you to have one."

A smile slowly spreads across his sleepy face. He reaches for the muffin with one hand and wraps you in a hug with his free arm. You'd bring him something every damn day if it got you one of these.

But for now, you'd stick to Mondays.

It took him a month to realize what you were doing.

"You don't have to keep buying me stuff, you know," he said shyly one day after school. He was resting between your legs, his back against your chest, in the back of his van. Sometimes you hid out here for a few minutes of alone time. He was using your knees as armrests and holding his hands out in front of him, fiddling with the black plastic spider ring you'd given him that morning. It was so small, it settled just below the nail on the tip of his finger, but he wore it all day and played with it anyway.

"I like giving you something to look forward to on Mondays." You try not to panic about making him uncomfortable. Since the muffin, you'd also given him an alien-shaped eraser, a bag of cookies, a quarter-sized bouncy ball, and his spider ring.

"I have you to look forward to on Mondays," he mumbles. His hair is hiding his face, but you know he's blushing.

"Awwwww," you coo, pushing his hair aside to give him a kiss on his burning, tomato-colored cheek. "I know you're gonna find this hard to believe, but I didn't have to blow my life savings on that."

"I know," he chuckles. "But you still don't have to."

"What if I want to?"

He doesn't answer.

"Is that okay? I mean, I'll quit if you think it's weird."

"It's not weird," he says slowly, "it's just… new."

"What, you've never had a girl shower you with random gifts before?"

"Nope."

"Does it make you feel like a kept woman?" You wrap your arms around his shoulders, and feel him chuckle.

"No."

"What if I told you," you whisper scandalously near his ear, "that I found the spider ring in the parking lot at the grocery store, on my way to drop a whole dime on the bouncy ball?"

He laughs.

"I mean, I washed it before I gave it to you, obviously. Who knows how many diseased children might've drooled on it."

You can feel him shake with silent laughter, but you're still waiting on him to tell you to stop. You're getting impatient. You knock him with your knee. "Let me nice to you, dammit!"

"Fine, fine, keep spoiling me with baked goods and priceless trinkets."

"Victory!" you shout, lifting your arms in a triumphant V.

"But I'll warn you now," he rumbles in a low voice you've often heard in Hellfire, "you keep this up, and you might never get rid of me."

"That's the goal, Munson." You wrap your arms around his shoulders again and pull him close. "Can't tell anybody I'm nice to you, though. I've got a reputation to maintain."

"Wouldn't dream of it," he says, relaxing into you and walking his fingers up your leg, making it look like the little plastic spider is being chased by the metal rings that actually fit him.

Eddie learned to love Mondays. Not just because of the gifts you gave him - which were quite badass, by the way - but because you always demanded a kiss as payment.

Sometimes it was food you'd baked or picked up on sale. (You always kept a bag of gummy worms in a secret compartment of your backpack for emergencies.) Sometimes it was something he needed, like a new pencil. (With "Corroded Coffin" carved into the wood, completed during a thrilling afternoon in detention.) Sometimes it was something fun, like one of the sticky little slappy hands from the gumball machines at the grocery store. (You two are the reason those are now banned in Hawkins High.) And sometimes, you went the hand-made route, like with the flip book of Principal Higgins and Miss Click that would probably get you both suspended if it were discovered. (It was not.)

This went on for the rest of the year.

On the last Monday before summer vacation, after all the exams had been taken and all the teachers were phoning it in, you gave Eddie what was probably his favorite Monday Gift of all.

You waited 'til the last few minutes of your last class together, asked for the bathroom pass, and came back with an envelope shoved into the waistband of your jeans, hidden under your shirt.

You pulled it out when you sat back down and handed it to him under the table, keeping your eyes to the front of the room.

You hear the paper crinkle as he opens the envelope, and then he lets out a sound somewhere between a choke and a gasp.

When you can't resist the temptation any longer, you look over at him. He's so red, you're worried his face is going to start bleeding.

Eddie "The Freak" Munson is holding a pair of warm panties in his hand, in the middle of a school day, in a Hawkins High classroom.

When the bell rings, he springs into action. He shoves them into his pocket, grabs your hand, and bolts.

Sorry, Garfield. Eddie Munson no longer agrees with you about Mondays.

[biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer]

Gregariousness (Geo x Sociable and Loud! MC/Reader)

For @ch1mmichurry! Hope you enjoy Anon! :] - Signed by biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer Gregariousness: the quality of enjoying the company of other people.

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Geo…well…to say he resents noise would be an understatement.

He prefers solitude, silence, serenity. You, on the other hand, are the opposite of all 3.

You’ve always been the life of the party, the one willing to perform stupid stunts or sing karaoke because…as you quote: “Why not.”

You remind him way too much of Deryl, which he also doesn’t appreciate, but hey, you’re friends with his friends, so he’s got to deal with you.

Only starts warming up once he realises you’re not an obnoxious little shit.

When you befriend the others, and start trying to talk to him (his attempts at intimidation only put a small dent into your confidence, unfortunately); he’ll tell you to shut up.

Plot twist, you don’t.

In fact, you make it a goal to try and talk to him.

“Geode! How’re you doin’?”

“Piss off.” 

Until the day he actually gets angry at you (mostly for existing).

Then you get crushed into smithereens a smidge upset and stop trying to get him to warm up (dw you’ve got Deryl and Crowe for emotional support).

But he got so used to it he honestly misses it (to his disdain).

So he starts anonymously sending you gifts, and learns to play the songs you like (in secret, obviously)

Will claim he ‘happened upon them’ if he ends up playing near you at some point (idek maybe their school have a theatre or smth???)

Anyway, eventually decides he’s fond of you (Geo thinking he’s fond of you actually means he *really* likes you btw)

Will approach you every now and then (he’s gotta worm his way in first, like you did to him), to the stage where he’ll just ‘coincidentally’ be in the same spots as you.

To him, you’re like a beam of bright light that sears away at the walls he’s built up over several years, and part of him yearns for said walls to fall. (Sadly that part of him is teensy small and it’ll take a long time for him to fully open up)

Doesn’t actively attempt to murder you if you call him Geode after a while, as long as Deryl doesn’t find out. Then he totally would.

If you’re more physically affectionate, he’ll rarely let you give him headpats. He’ll pretend he fucking hates them, but by this point you know him too well.

Doesn’t exactly understand why you need to socialise so often, but he won’t stop you…he simply wants to know:

Who you’re with.

Where you are.

What you’re doing.

Are there people he resents there.

Are you going to drink.

And that’s him being lenient.

Seems to be the most nonchalant mf ever, but trust me, if he ends up liking you, he’ll end up stalking observing you, ensuring you’re safe and making sure to swoop in as soon as he decides you’ve talked to enough people that day.

Essentially, he won’t be fond of the need for interaction (isn’t he more than enough?) but he’ll last. He likes his alone time, after all.

You both agree to try and improve (you talk quieter around him, he tries to be a tad warmer), and, if this mutually beneficial relationship situationship works out, well. He’ll appreciate it.

The fact you - despite still being a walking, talking megaphone - still actively make an effort is good for him; he has patience, he can wait as long as both sides show commitment to the cause.

Will ask you out at the end of school, so if he you died of happiness, no nosy shitbiscuits will try and pull something. (I think he is the type to believe in the Evil Eye, at least somewhat)

Because albeit your nature, people adore you…or hate you, but you don’t care.

So yes, Geode does lov- appreciate you. And will continue to do so. For the rest of his life. What can he do? He’s in love with very fond of you!

—---------------------------------------------------------------------------- A/N: Gonna work on a set of headcanons/short story oneshots for a...pretty angsty idea I had. (I love angst so much it's a tad concering actually)...but no matter! Send requests my way, I'm more than happy to oblige with requests. :]]

[dd122004dd]

Whispers and Waltzes

So, I got a lovely request from @leylovestaytay and for some reason I couldn't resist writing it. So, here ya go, I hope you like it.

Warnings: Age gap

Gorgeous. It was the only word that came to mind when he saw her as she descended the stairs of their home carrying a bag filled with neatly stacked Tupperware. Her hair shone under the golden lights of their home as she flitted across the rooms, checking that she had everything as he stood, awestruck at his beautiful wife. Wife. A word he didn’t think he’d use again and with as much affection as he had, yet when he looked at her, eyes filled with adoration, no other word filled his mind.

He watched her as she double checked her bag before straightening, beaming at him. “Someone looks handsome.”

“I think you’re mistaking me for a mirror, darling, because you’re the gorgeous one among the two of us.”

“What a charmer. But really, you look amazing. Have I told you I love it when you dress up?” she asked rhetorically.

“Yes, darling. Now, we’d better get going otherwise we’re gonna be late.’’

“As you wish, honey,” she said, as he quickly helped her with her bag, carrying it out to the car and opening her door for her as she locked up.

The drive was relatively short as they approached the familiar drive-way of Aaron Hotchner.

Walking up the drive-way she rapped her fingers across the wood, waiting for the door to open. She smiled, glancing at her husband, he looked charming in his navy suit jacket, contrasting against his blue shirt. He was the epitome of grace and composure, yet his exterior hid a fierce heart that not everyone was allowed to see.

He glanced at her again, smiling softly at her as the soft yellow porch lights reflected off his warm brown eyes.

Within a moment the door swung open, with Haley smiling and welcoming the pair into her home.

She smiled, embracing Haley and asking for directions towards the kitchen.

“Why?” Haley asked curiously.

“Well, I didn’t want to come empty handed, so I made some tiramisu,” she said, smiling sheepishly.

“Oh! That was so sweet of you. I’m sure everyone will love it!” Haley said warmly, leading the other woman towards the kitchen, chatting animatedly.

Jason stood awkwardly in the living room before Spencer spotted him and walked over, talking about his latest book, a psychological critique on the works of Zimbardo. He welcomed the distraction, as he discussed the ethical implications of Zimbardo’s discoveries as well as the nature of good and evil within people.

He walked with Reid, towards a table in the corner of the room and grabbed a glass of Hotch’s finest scotch as he continued with his discussion.

‘It seems Aaron had also called a few of his old friends from the academy as well as a few unfamiliar agents to this get-together,’ Jason mused internally but was broken from his thoughts when he heard a loud laugh from across the room. He turned towards the sound and saw his wife, glowing as she laughed and threw her head back at a joke Derek told her. He was grinning beside her, watching her laugh with soft eyes.

Jason’s heart twisted in his chest as he glanced at the pair, thinking that they looked like a couple. He quickly dismissed the thought, taking a deep sip from his scotch as Reid chattered away beside him, unaware of his shift in mood. He heard an agent a little distance away tell his friend, “Don’t they look lovely together?”

“Who?”

“That guy and girl over there by the table.”

“Oh, her. She’s married to Agent Gideon”

“Really? But she’s so young. I don’t think a grumpy guy like Gideon would’ve gone for someone like…that,” the first agent said in surprise.

“Well, apparently he did, but I always felt like she would’ve been so much better with someone closer to her age, like Agent Morgan or someone else, they have such good chemistry.”

“Yeah, so did you hear about…” the two agents started walking away as their sound trailed off yet their words echoed through Jason’s ears as they struck him. Was he too old for her? Was he making her waste her youth? Was Derek the better option for her? His thoughts started to quickly spiral as he continued watching his beloved wife talking and laughing with Derek.

A bitter taste filled his mouth as he took another swing of his scotch to remove the taste, only to notice that the glass was empty, so he stalked towards the drink table, ignoring Spencer, and poured himself a large glass of scotch and downing it. The alcohol helped numb his pain as he watched his wife talk to the other agents present. He kept his distance from her, going out of his way to appear busy whenever she attempted to approach him.

She was finally able to corner him towards the end of the night as the party started to wind down, the exuberant atmosphere relaxing into a mellow calm with slow jazz playing in the background as couples slowly swayed to the music. She approached him, knowing he loved to waltz, eager to have his hands in hers.

“Hey stranger,” she said, smiling at him.

“Hi,” he said breathlessly as he took another swing from his scotch, feeling pleasantly buzzed.

“May I have this dance?” she asked, palm raised as she gazed hopefully at him. He was a rather private man who rarely engaged in public depictions of his adoration, yet in that moment, he grasped her hand, smiling softly as she beamed at him.

He allowed her to lead him towards the makeshift dancefloor as the two began to sway with the music. Slowly their tempo moved faster as they found themselves in a slow waltz, gracefully moving across the room, weaving their way among the other couples.

“Why are you with me?” he blurted out, unable to hold the words in. His intoxicated mind was desperate for answers, prompting him to be more forward than usual.

“Is that why you’ve been so distant tonight, darling?” she asked sweetly before sighing, “If I could name all the reasons why, well, we’d have to spend all night dancing.”

A small smile played on his lips as he prompted her to answer.

“Well, lets start with this,” she said, squeezing his shoulder, “this shoulder which comforts me when I’m sad or stressed, these shoulders which hold so much responsibility, yet they don’t shake. You, my love, are my foundation, you and your very stable shoulders,” she said, giggling slightly.

Then she trailed her hand up his shoulder till she was gently cradling the base of his head, “This beautiful mind that solves puzzles at the drop of a hat, this mind that stores so much knowledge, this mind that catches the trickiest of criminals, this mind that captivates those closest to you with your quick charm and dry wit.”

She quickly stepped on her tippy-toes as she placed a peck on his lips, his heart stuttering in his chest as she continued, “These lips that charm me, that comfort me, that embrace the deepest parts of me.”

Then she looked deep into his eyes, saying, “Those gorgeous eyes that remind me of hot coffee on a cold winter’s morning, warming me from the inside out. The little twinkle in your eye when you know something I don’t, or when you’ve solved a puzzle or found an interesting fact to share with me.”

Next, she trailed her hand from his shoulder to his chest, over his heart, “This heart, that loves so fiercely and passionately, that is so protective of me and your family. This beautiful heart that you shield from the world, this heart that loves me and that I love in return. These are the reasons I love you, because you are you. And I’d never want anyone else.”

As she finished, she slowly laid her head over his heart, listening to the slow rhythm as they swayed to the lilting tunes.

He looked down at her gently, bringing her closer to him, as they swayed. He felt whole, he felt save and comforted, and most of all, he felt loved by the woman in his arms.

“I love you,” he whispered gently into her ear as she whispered it back, smiling against him.

When he’d written his letter to Spencer over a year ago, he’d left a broken man, with no hope, no belief and no happy ending. But he’d found it again in her, he found his belief in happy endings, because she was it, his happy ending, through even the darkest time in his life, she was his light, his beacon in the storm, and he’d never let her go.

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  there was talking when you woke up —muffled and slurred by your sleepiness,— from where you presumed was outside of the room. you shift to face the windows, where lloyd and his displaced chair was when you fell asleep to find that he focused on the door with narrowed eyes staring holes as he listened. he always had better hearing than you. 

  “hi,” he quietly greeted you, examining you for any discomfort with the firm, cold —though now a little softer, you think— look he had when looking at the door; he returned his attention back to continue listening to the commotion. you look up at him with confusion on your face, squeezing his hand to get his attention but it doesn’t budge him much. “skywalker?” this time, you call in hopes you get some explanation. 

though, you can't deny the focused look on his face is adorable.

  he squeezes your hand back, perking up as the conflict grows loudly outside of the room. he shook his head, looking back at you with a soft warmth in his eyes. “sorry, i was trying to piece that story together,” he admits, a little sheepish smile on his lips as he beams softly at you. 

  “and?” now you’re curious. 

  “so, i think the first lady, wanted to see someone –who i guess just got admitted in– but there��s another lady who said she can’t– so they got into an argument of who can and can’t do what,” he breaks it down quickly with his attention divided between you and outside; the commotion had died down now and the sound of light shuffling began to sink away. “sounds like some family drama.”

  “sounds less terrible than our drama– speaking of… what’s up with your father, may i ask?” it's an impulsive question you ask, but you keep your tone light in the case he decides to back away from the topic. lloyd was never one to talk or ask about his father, a man you doubt he knew. he sought to find that affection in your father, who willingly showed it to the boy.

  lloyd tensed up (you mentally curse yourself for being curious about his father) before returning his full focus on you and the topic at hand, he gnawed a little on his lip and looked down to where your hand was intertwined with his. the blond cleared his throat and spoke in a low, uncertain tone, “he was a tyrant.”

  that was all he said for several minutes, leaning down to rest his head on the soft covers and mattress of your hospital bed, still avoiding your eyes. “had been trying to take over ninjago for… months? years?” he hesitantly continues, looking up with soft –hurt– eyes.

  “that’s– why he left. but he’s better now. nothing like what he was before– not all evil and.. he’s my dad now,” lloyd explains, putting his explanation in simple words as a hesitant smile grows on his lips.

  you sit up slowly, threading a hand through his hair, you smile at him with a similar, warmer softness to comfort him. “are you scared of being him, what he was?” he nods a little, leaning into your touch. “you won’t be, lloyd. you’re a good person,” your words are soft spoken —but they’re true— as you watch him, he sighs quietly before nodding again. 

  “i– i know.” his voice was small, soft with uncertainty and slight fear mixing despite his agreement. “thanks,” he mumbles, looking up at you with a small smile on his lips.

  “anything for you,” you muse, smiling back as he closes his eyes and enjoys the feeling of you playing with his hair so delicately. your words have a gentle tone of promise in them, a little love and adoration. you mean it, you’d do anything for him. 

  lloyd looks up at you, peeking with one eye as he questions your words a little, noticing the vague underlying tone of them. but he drops his curiosity and chuckles a little, lifting his head up so your hand holds his face in a not awkward way. lloyd tilts his face inward, pressing his lips to your palm softly and, in the process, making your heart swell a little. “right back at you.” you smile back at him, his own words were sweet enough for you.

  he hums, leaning into your hand with one of his holding it gently.

  “hungry?” he asks a little quietly, squeezing your hand a little. you shake your head, “not really.” lloyd laughs, kissing your palm again —oh, why did he do it a second time?— before pulling away and reaching for the table at the foot of the bed with his unoccupied hand and sliding it towards you —the other was still holding yours. “you say that but you’ll be hungry in less than a minute.”

  he’s right, you both know it– proves that you two haven’t changed much in your years apart, proves that your friendship’s still the same; something you’re fortunate for having.

  “eat up when you’re ready.” he leans back on his chair and hums a little, smiling while focusing on your hand in his.

 you stare at the food, conflicted on whether or not to prove him right on his observation, opting to change the topic. “who– uh, the ninja? who are they now?”

  he squints a little out of confusion before sighing as he thinks of an answer, humming for a bit before he speaks. “as the name suggests, they’re ninja.” he looks at you, waiting for you to ask more questions so he can answer accordingly.

  when you nod he smiles and continues. “there’s six of them, each have an element and a colour assigned to them and usually what they’re referred to depends; except the water ninja because she and lighting ninja are both blue, one darker and the other brighter– uh, respectively. she’s newer to the team compared to him so he’s preferred to as the blue ninja as well. sometimes she’s red and blue, so it’s easier to call her the water ninja.

“the fire ninja is red and the ice one’s white. the earth ninja’s colour is black and lastly the green ninja is… green,” he explains– rambles harmlessly, looking to the side unfocused as he talks.

  the last sentence answers your question, one you didn’t want to ask but regardless sought an answer for, you’re a little hesitant to ask. “green ninja?” “yep, he’s the one that brought you here,” lloyd confirms. 

  “he and the water ninja were on patrol, and they were in the area when you were–” he stops, eyes hardening when he almost mentions the earlier incident. you watch him, sighing and squeezing his hand. “i’m okay now, lloyd. it’s fine, i’m fine.” you smile at him with a soft understanding look in your eyes. he nods. “i know.”

  the guilt claws at his insides —you can tell he feels it, but you’re unsure as to why— as he buries his face in the crook of his other hand and the blankets. he places your hand back on his head and rests his head on both arms more comfortably. “i’m glad nothing worse happened to you,” he says muffledly, glaring straight ahead at the blankets. 

  there was something he wasn’t saying, conflicted as he bit the sleeve of his hoodie slightly with eyes glued to the blankets. you combed through his hair, soft blond fluffiness with brown peaking out in a few curly locks. you sighed, patting his head to get his attention. lloyd tilted his head to glance up at you, questioning you.

  “let’s eat?” you asked, willing to prove him right if it might his mind be taken of whatever he was thinking about. he smiled a little, a mischievous sparkle in his eye as he sat up. “of course,” he’s grinning ear to ear as he pulls the table closer to you, food rattling a little and grabbing something from his bag. “nya made some food for you and sent, and hospital food is a solid no.”

  “thank nya then,” you sigh happily, watching him unwrap something, a sandwich he probably packed for himself. you slide him some of much food nya sent, “eat,” you command, staring at him challengingly. 

  “no.” he stared back, a mischievous grin on his lips. 

  well, this’ll be fun.

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[huggybearhughes43]

Hi could you write some summertime fluff with Trevor Zegras? 🥰

Evil woman

Bsf! Trevor Zegras x fem! Reader

Warnings- suggestive but no smut, a single peck on the lips, reader accidentally making Trevor hard, fluff

Summary- Trevor slips up about his feelings to save himself from the embarrassment of getting hard because of his best friend

Word count- 1k

The sun beamed down on my skin as I lay on a lawn chair in the backyard of the Hughes lake house. Trevor was with Jack in the pool while Luke helped Quinn prepare for dinner. The day was nice, going on the boat, spending the whole time with my favorite boy. Trevor and I had been best friends since we were little, being pretty much inseparable. Quinn called out to the boys and I that dinner was ready as he brought the food inside to protect it from pesky bugs. I tiredly stand up and follow the oldest Hughes into the house as the boys dried off their bodies.

By the time Jack and Trevor had joined us in the kitchen, I was already half way done with my burger. I sat at the bar that was connected to the counters in the kitchen. Trevor looked up at me and smiled as he made his plate. I furrow my brows and just smile back at him. He walks over and sits his plate next to mine before joining me in being sat at the bar. He spins the bar seat to face me, I don’t even notice his movements until he grabs my chin to look at him. He uses his thumb to wipe the corner of my lip, bringing it to his own to suck the unnoticed ketchup up off of it.

I scoff at the realization of what he was smiling at earlier. “You’re adorable” he mumbles before digging into his own food. Once I finished up my food I made my way back outside to rest in the remainder of the days sun. Trevor and Jack, also this time the other two Hughes brothers have the same idea, but instead jumping into the pool instead. It’s peaceful for a few minutes, hearing the boys joke and laugh in the pool.

Until I hear a, “y/n! Come into the pool!” My the youngest Hughes brother. I shake my head and tell him that I’d rather rest up here to savor the sun. I hear quiet giggles, my eyes cracking open to see a soaking wet Trevor Zegras hovering over me. “Trevor, do not.” I warn him but he doesn’t listen, wrapping one of his hands to hold onto my thighs and the other on my shoulders. I try to wiggle out of his grasp as he picks me up but he doesn’t budge. He walks me over to the edge of the pool. I gasp and cling onto him for dear life, making it so the only way he could force me in is if he jumps in too.

That’s just what he did, holding me tight as he jumps in with me. I resurface just at the same time as him. I splash him, “I hate you so much.” I say as I stand up, making my way to the stairs that lead out of the pool. Trevor rushes to step in front of me, his height forcing me to crane my head upwards to maintain eye contact. “You and I both know that’s a lie.” I blink a few times but don’t break the eye contact, the tension thick enough to be cut with a knife. Before anyone else noticed the blush rising on my cheeks, I splash Trevor again before attempting to exit the pool.

Before I could pass him he grasps my hips and whines like a little kid. “Come on, please stay in here with me?” I glare up at him then my expression turns soft as I sigh, “okay, okay.” I finally agree, making the cutest smile form on Trevor’s lips. I turn around to see the Hughes brothers keeping company amongst themselves, laugh at each other’s jokes. I smile as I swim up to join them, Trevor close behind. He wraps his arms around me, resting his chin to my shoulder. To anyone who didn’t know us, we’d look like a happy couple.

The arms that were waiting around my waist kept me afloat, making me not need to move much to stay above water. Unfortunately for Trevor, it made me press back into his crotch. My oblivious actions creating a tent in Trevor’s swim trunks. I don’t notice until I feel it press into my ass. I bite my lip to suppress a laugh, knowing I’d be joking my best friend for it later. I look back at his flustered face, “can we get out of the pool now?” He nods and leads me out of the pool. I mentally thank myself for accidentally making him hard, my toasted skin didn’t feel all of the best in the chlorine pool.

I wrap a towel around myself, driving off before I make my way inside and upstairs to the room I was staying in, conveniently shared with Trevor. I could hear his footsteps haste behind me. I closed the door behind me as I dropped the towel and peels off my bikini to put on dry clothes. I slip on panties and a bra, followed by a pair of cotton shorts. Before I could even think about putting a shirt on, Trevor barges into our room. I slip my shirt on fast before he speaks up, “do you enjoy torturing me?”

“You shouldn’t have thrown me in the pool.” I shrug and he scoffs, “so that’s a yes?” I furrow my brows and Trevor, wondering what in the world got into him. “You’re being dramatic.” His face floods with a dumbfounded expression. “Dramatic? Y/n, I’ve been in love with you for years! I literally almost physically imploded just then in the pool! I mean, Jesus Christ, y/n!” I stop what I’m doing and just stare at him, thinking that I must’ve misunderstood his words. “You’ve what?” “What? Want me to repeat what I said?” “Trevor, you said you’re in love with me?” He rolls his eyes in frustration. “I wasn’t lying.”

A shit eating grin plasters itself onto my face, “you should’ve told me.” I step closer to him. I stand on my tippy toes to press a sweet and soft first kiss to his lips. He was the shade of a tomato when I pulled away. “I could’ve helped you with these ‘problems’ a long time ago.” I refer to the hard on that hasn’t made an effect to leave in his pants. He frowns and shakes his head, “you’re an evil woman.”

[lavendercharm]

Linger, Chapter 2: Evil Woman

Summary: From the moment you meet her, you can't stand Melissa Schemmenti.

Warnings: Strong Language

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For as irate as she’d made you, you knew you owed credit where credit was due: Melissa was a phenomenal teacher. 

You’d watched her teach math after settling into your desk, masking her disdain toward you effortlessly as she started her lesson. Her passion and love for her work was undeniable. Even more, her kids seemed to adore her. Everyone has those teachers who stay with them as they grow up, and you had no doubt Melissa would be that teacher for quite a few of her kids. Sure, they were silly, rambunctious, and easily distracted, as are most eight and nine year olds. But there was a strong undercurrent of respect for their teacher. The fact that she managed all of this while teaching two grades was immensely impressive. 

You didn’t care if it was petty: the fact that she was just that good made you all the more irritated. 

You watched her with contempt and tried to ignore the budding admiration that was almost imperceptible beneath it all. ‘She’s had plenty of years to practice,’ you think to yourself grumpily, but despite your best efforts, you couldn’t put any real malice behind the words. You didn’t really care about how old she was. You were simply stewing in your feelings, the knowledge that she was apparently touchy about her age the only ammunition you had at the moment. Seeing as you couldn’t find much of anything to criticize when it came to her teaching abilities, you were grasping at straws. 

After her last biting comment, you managed to make it through the rest of the morning mostly unscathed. A few sharp glances had been thrown in your direction as you made your way around the room assisting the kids who asked for help, but you’d resolved to ignore them. You weren’t going to give her the satisfaction of acknowledging her dirty looks.

The morning flew by in a flurry of math, reading, and science. You’d started to learn a bit about the kids in your temporary class. There was Jameela, a third grader who’s favorite color was yellow and who had a new kitten at home named Butterscotch; Kaden, a third grader who loved Minecraft and hated jelly beans; Antonia, a second grader who’d corrected you that she went by ‘Toni’ and who’d beamed when you told her she hadn’t made a single mistake on her math sheet; and Lawrence, a third grader who was terribly shy, yet wonderfully intuitive. You’d given him a giant grin as you helped him sound out a word he didn’t know. 

You could feel your sour mood gradually beginning to lift as you’d made your way through the room. Helping students reminded you why you were here. After the events of this morning, the only thing you really wanted to do was keep your head down, do your work, and make it through the end of the day without having another… disagreement with Melissa Schemmenti.

Turns out you wouldn’t make it to lunch. 

A few minutes before 12:30, Melissa gruffly mutters to you in passing that she has lunch duty today. Glancing at the schedule she’d petulantly tossed on your desk earlier, you saw her class had Art and Recess after lunch. As you open your mouth to ask if Melissa wants you to take the kids, she abruptly cuts you off, holding up a hand to silence you. Narrowing her eyes, she bitingly snaps, “I got it. I wanna make sure they get there on time."

The anger that had started to simmer down boils over, becoming white-hot, the suffocating feeling welling up inside of your chest. You’d hoped to move on from this morning, but it was becoming quickly apparent that Melissa Schemmenti knew how to hold a grudge. You clench your jaw, aiming for a low blow you knew would land. "Don't break a hip on the way there," you quietly sneer. You weren't proud of it, but you were pissed and giving into the urge to lash out.

There was an intense flash of animosity in her eyes. You know she heard you, and you're sure you'd be dead on the spot if it weren't for the kids in the room with you. The look in her eyes could peel the skin off of you. "What was that?" she practically growls, her tone low to avoid drawing attention to you both. 

You didn't think she’d go so far as to physically fight you in front of her students, but you noticed her fists clenching and unclenching at her sides, and suddenly you weren't so sure. You'd been in exactly one fight in your life, and you weren't all that convinced that punching a boy in the nose for making fun of you when you were eight even counted. A darker part of you wanted to see how far you could push the woman, but the last thing you needed was to lose your job by continuing to provoke a full-time faculty member.  

Instead of playing into the desire to take things further, you use the only protection you can think of: drawing the attention of the students. Raising your voice slightly above your normal speaking volume, you retort, "I said 'Suit yourself, Miss Schemmenti!’ What do you think I said?" Being unable to resist one final jab, you force a genial tone and add, "Maybe you should get your hearing checked!" 

A couple of students giggle, and you see a muscle in Melissa’s jaw jump out as she clenches her teeth together. She’s practically bursting at the seams to pounce on you and rip your head off. Her nostrils flair with the effort of holding herself together. You find yourself suddenly struck once more by how beautiful she is. There’s a dusting of color high on her cheeks and her eyes are alight with intensity. Her full lips are fighting the urge to pull apart and bare her teeth in a snarl. She was gorgeous. 

You couldn’t fucking stand it. 

She manages to bite out a very forced, “Of course. How silly of me.” She pries herself away from you and stiffly asks the class to stop what they’re doing to line up for lunch. She doesn’t look at you again, but an aura of hostility still hangs in the air around her. You get the impression you’re only safe for the time being.

A few minutes later, you’re alone in the classroom. You feel the weight of the confrontation starting to dissipate and you collapse back into your seat. Dropping your head into your hands, you berate yourself for your childish and unprofessional behavior. You’d never been so quick to anger as you were with Melissa Schemmenti. Replaying the events of the morning, you try to figure out why you both ended up at each other's throats so quickly. You start to think perhaps you’d been too sensitive about Melissa’s japes, but you stop yourself. You had been late, but it was an accident. She’d never met you before and it had felt totally uncalled for. Couldn’t she be bothered to give you the benefit of the doubt?

Her comments about the way you looked just added insult to injury. You realize in her mind she may have just been making a joke, but it had made you feel belittled, as if she didn’t respect your position as her equal. Just because you had less experience than her didn’t mean you should be treated like you were below her. You scowled to yourself, thinking about how she’d reacted when you fired back asking her how old she was. She could dish it, but apparently couldn’t take it.

This day had felt impossibly long, and it wasn’t even 1 PM yet. 

Glancing around the room, you absorb the state it was in. Trying to wrangle nearly thirty kids into a semblance of an orderly line to get to lunch on time meant school supplies were scattered haphazardly across desks and the floor. You didn’t have your lunch today, and though you considered leaving to buy something down the street, you really shouldn’t spend the money.

After a moment’s thought, you stand from your desk and begin tidying up the room. You collect colored pencils, paper scraps, and glue sticks, reuniting them with their caps in the process. If you weren’t going to eat lunch, you might as well keep yourself busy to make time pass a bit faster. And maybe coming back to a cleaner room would improve Melissa’s mood a bit, so you could both leave at the end of the day without having drawn blood. 

You toss the paper scraps into the recycling bin near the door and investigate the various drawers and cabinets to find the proper homes for everything you’d gathered. It’s not long before you discover the colored pencil bin in a cabinet, and frown when you notice the disorganization inside. A teacher as experienced as Melissa didn’t strike you as someone who couldn’t stay on top of her stuff - at least under normal circumstances. With two grades crammed into one room though, it made sense things would get away from her. Did her current aide even do anything?

You start removing things, finding items in the wrong bins as well as many unusable and ruined materials. Huffing to yourself, you manage to empty one container and designate it “The Graveyard”. Soon you’ve amassed a sizable pile of broken or unusable supplies. Deciding to organize the crayons and pencils by color group while you’re here, you’re suddenly interrupted by a quick knock on the doorframe and a voice speaking before you can even turn around.

“Hey Melissa, can I take a peek at your lesson for- oh?” 

You find yourself in the presence of a very small black woman with wide eyes and short curly hair. Her outfit is colorful - ‘Oh lord, the pattern on her skirt. Was her skirt literally made from a quilt?’  The surprise on her face is quickly replaced by the friendliest smile you’d seen today, which was really no competition. Regardless, it fills you with warmth. You silently ask the universe to please let you make one new friend today.

It seems you’ve earned a break. “Sorry, I thought Melissa would be in here, since she’s not in the lounge! She must have lunch duty. I wanted to look at her lesson plans for Social Studies to make sure my class isn’t falling behind. Or getting too far ahead. Probably that second one, my class loves social studies. I’m Miss Teagues- er, Janine!” You don’t even care about her info dump. You’re so relieved to have a normal, friendly introduction that you’d let her talk about almost anything. Janine was the first adult today who hadn’t either lied to your face, or seemed ready and more-than-willing to break it. 

You return the woman’s smile, greeting her and giving her your name. “I’m subbing for the aide while she’s out sick, so it looks like I’ll be around for the next few days,” you tell her. Speaking it out loud, you feel a bit demoralized. ‘If I even live that long.’ 

Janine beams at you. “Well, welcome to Abbott! It’s the best, I love it here. I bet you will too!” You expect her to leave, but an awkward silence follows in which Janine simply looks at you. After what feels like just a little too long, she pipes up.“I love reorganizing! And believe me, I totally get it when you’re in ‘the flow’,” she emphasizes with very cheesy air quotes, “but aren’t you going to eat lunch?”

“Oh, actually I’m okay-” you begin to reassure Janine, but the gurgling of your stomach rudely interrupts you and blows your cover.

You stand in another awkward silence for a moment, before Janine throws you a finger gun and cracks, “Sounds like someone’s hungry. Why don’t you stop for now and come join us in the teacher’s lounge? You can meet Jacob and Gregory!” You’re touched by the enthusiastic offer.

“That sounds really lovely Janine… but I woke up late this morning and left my lunch at home. At this point, I don’t really have time to run out. I’ll be okay, I promise,” you reassure the shorter woman. But you can tell by the look in her eyes she won’t accept your answer.

“At least let me bring you some of my lunch! You need to eat something today!” Before you can protest, Janine is out the door and down the hall. Her insistence on looking after you makes you slightly uncomfortable, seeing as you’d only just met three minutes ago, but you allow yourself to accept her kindness. It was the first overt act of compassion you’d received today, and you had a feeling that once Janine Teagues made up her mind about something, she did not give up easily.

When she returns, she’s holding a paper plate with the most incredible looking lasagna you’ve ever seen. It’s steaming, and as the scent reaches you, your mouth waters. She hands it to you with a grin and says, “Go ahead and dig in! This is the best lasagna ever.”

You take the plate and thank Janine profusely. You feel like you could cry from the kindness she’s shown you in light of how awful the day’s been. You pick up the plastic fork, and take a bite. Immediately your taste buds are flooded with flavor, the melted cheese and perfectly spiced tomato sauce actually bringing tears to your eyes. You didn’t realize until just now how hungry you really are, and you don’t even fully swallow your first bite before taking a second. Janine’s watching you intently, a smile plastered on her face as she witnesses the spiritual journey her lasagna is taking you on. 

After you swallow your third bite, you look at Janine and declare, “This… this might be the best thing I’ve ever tasted. You’re an incredible cook Janine.”

Immediately Janine looks sheepish, her smile unwavering as her eyes dart away from you. “Oh, thank you! But I didn’t make it. I had a bit of a rough week last week. I was in the lounge this morning, doing my prep, you know? And all of a sudden, a tupperware full of lasagna’s sitting in front of me. She didn’t say anything, but I know it was Melissa’s way of taking care of me.”

You come to a screeching halt mid-chew. The name unpleasantly rings in your ears like tinnitus after a loud concert. Through a mouthful of food, you utter, “Melissa?”

Janine’s eyebrows come together in confusion. As if it’s the most obvious fact in the world, she replies, “Yeah, Melissa. She’s the incredible cook.” 

Your appetite evaporates. The lasagna may as well have turned to ash in your mouth. You have to force it down, not wanting to spit it out into the trash in front of Janine. Despite the heavenly taste, this new knowledge makes it feel like your body’s trying to reject the food. You look down at the remaining lasagna on your plate and your stomach churns. After a final gulp, you turn away from Janine and grimace, abandoning the remainder of her lunch on your desk. You muster a weak, “Wow, that’s… wow!” 

‘Is there anything this damn woman can’t do!?” you think, your mood reaching its depths of the day. You take a moment to compose yourself before turning back around to Janine and shooting her a tight-lipped smile. “Thank you Janine. I should finish up what I started before the class gets back!” Janine assures you she’s happy to have helped, and after dallying a moment longer, she departs the room.

Your hands fly to your face, running down it in exasperation. You just couldn’t escape Melissa Schemmenti. Still, a niggling thought sticks in the back of your mind. It appears the woman was capable of being civil, and even showing acts of kindness. Although indirectly, it was because of her that you'd been able to eat today. You're sure she'd be furious about that.

You resolve yourself to try and patch things up with her. Taking stock of the progress you've made in organizing and decluttering her room, you think you might have a good start to doing just that.