#she's kind of um. aggressive and annoying

[natjennie]

okay I think I don't like ana lucia actually.

[winters-on-the-wing]

a fic for the reguhaters? i need it for my ailing cat (i am the cat)

i must not be aggressive - part one (because the fic ended up being over twenty pages long and i need to split it in half LMAO)

when james potter loses his temper in front of regulus black, his dear friend dolores umbridge assists in making him regret it. but minerva mcgonagall is not stupid. she knows an unforgivable curse when she sees one.

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A gentle, but driven knock echoed against the ornate mahogany wood that formed the office door. 

Minerva McGonagall’s office was always a welcome solace for James Potter. 

This perhaps seemed shocking or unexpected because most of the time the cheeky, mischievous twelve-year-old boy was sent there, it was because he had gotten in trouble. He and Minerva often shot at each other like rockets, the older of the two often forgetting her age and status when bantering because James just had that stupid grin, that grin that was equally frustrating and endearing. James Potter was a favorite student of Minerva, despite his annoying tendencies. He pulled pranks and teased and made fun, but his heart was in the right place, and he refused to step on somebody who was already down. He was a pretty boy, tall and lithe with a delicate, deer-like countenance, but muscle starting to form on his prepubescent form hinted that he wouldn’t stay fragile for long. His soft brown skin and messy dark brown hair, and of course, his impish little grin, were a common appearance in Minerva’s office. 

But this visit was different. 

Usually, James didn’t even bother knocking. 

He slowly opened the door, and something about him seemed…off. He smiled brightly at Minerva, as if trying to offset the already forming tension in the small room. 

“Hey, Minnie!” he said, but the usual cheer in his voice seemed labored. And something was very wrong about him. His hand was all wrapped up, messily, in white bandages. Faint red spots of blood peeked through the wrappings. “I- um- I’m supposed to work on my detention assignment in here.” 

Minerva didn’t even have time to question who had sent James into her office at such a strange evening hour. Her eyes were trained on the bandages. What in Godric’s name had the boy gotten himself into this time? She studied him for a moment before grunting affirmation, gesturing to the chair in front of her desk so the boy could sit. It was just as well that he did, for when he walked, he rocked and swayed in a strange fashion that suggested faintness. James wasn’t a faint boy, not of mind, nor of body. He was fortuitous in every sense of the word. His worst was most other people’s bests. 

But James trudged over to the chair and sat, as if it was a great labor to do so. He took out a roll of parchment and dutifully started scribbling on it. Though James was in trouble more often than he wasn’t, he was never the kind to shy away from a punishment, always completing them with a noble sense of duty. But this time, seeing as James’ bandaged hand was the one he needed to write with, he winced after every few words. When no words came from the little boy, Minerva finally decided to focus back on her own grading, but she continually resisted the urge to keep observing the strange behavior of this boy she knew so well. 

“Professor?” James finally asked after a long, pregnant silence, “How do you spell aggression?” 

Minerva looked up from her work in a way that suggested that she had been prepared to do so at a moment’s notice. But her eyes widened as she noticed blood trickling on the parchment. Minerva McGonagall didn’t consider herself to be particularly motherly. She was cold, hard, and stern, especially when she needed to be. She wasn’t a doting presence, nor a particularly bearing one. But this set off alarm bells in her mind that she didn’t even realize she had. 

“Potter,” she practically snapped, “Let me see your hand.” 

James immediately drew back, bringing his hand to his chest and hiding it. This was very odd. James wasn’t usually a secretive person. 

“No, no, it’s fine,” he said, “I just- scratched it. That’s all. I need to work on this- how do you spell aggression? I’ll have to start all over if I misspell any words, Do- she said so.” 

Minerva narrowed her green-gray eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. Typical Potter, trying to act tough even when it was abundantly clear that he was in pain. She pushed her chair back and stood up, walking around the desk to stand before him. 

“You’re not fooling anyone, Potter. Let me see your hand.” 

“It’s just a bit bloodied up, no big deal!” James said, plastering on a smile as he tried to wrap the bandages tighter around his hand. “No need to look at it, it’s just a few scratches! Minnie, I really don’t see what the big deal is, honest!” 

“Just a few scratches,” Minerva repeated coldly, gesturing downwards, “You’re bleeding all over my carpet. Now, would you just-” 

Minerva reached out quickly to try and grab James’ hand, but just as quickly the boy clutched his hand to his chest, taking a step back. Yes, Minerva was fast, but James would always be faster. This was something he regularly taunted her about. But now, his attitude wasn’t taunting. It was desperate. Minerva’s stomach churned. It wasn’t right to see a little boy look so desperate. 

“I’m not allowed to!” James burst out, in an explosion of this sudden desperation, “I’m not allowed to show anyone, okay?? Can you please stop asking now??” 

This was chilling. 

James was an impish, mischievous boy, but he was usually even-keeled. It took a lot for him to yell like this, especially at a professor he actually respected. 

He seemed to realize how abnormal this was too, as his face went pale white, and he mumbled something under his breath in a horrified whisper. 

“I must not be aggressive.” 

That was the very word he had asked to spell for his assignment. Questions started to stir in Minerva’s mind, questions she had not previously had the time to consider. Who had given him that assignment in the first place? Why was aggression even a topic of conversation? 

This whole situation felt like a strange, abstract nightmare. The walls seemed to bend and curve, the air seemed stagnant and fake. Minerva had never seen James like this. He was usually the carefree, cocky sort who never backed down from a challenge, and though she still saw that familiar spark in him, it was considerably dampened by…fear. 

“Potter,” she said slowly, taking a step towards him and extending her arm, “Who told you that?” 

James violently flinched back as he looked away, and his eyes flitted as he scrambled to figure out what to say. Minerva almost laughed as James’ decision was palpable, as the decision to play dumb tended to be. 

“Told me what? Not to be aggressive? It was…a girl I know. She’s why I got into detention in the first place. I blew up at a boy during study hall. Like a loose cannon, she said. Like I was insane, she said. Like I belong in an asylum. She said she was concerned for my health. That being so…aggressive…wasn’t healthy.” 

James’ large brown eyes went distant and dim, as if he was looking at something that wasn’t even in the room. Minerva’s heart was pounding. Something was very wrong about James, and though she had suspected this since he came in, she was absolutely sure now. And something needed to be done. 

She crossed her arms, trying to perform sternness, but it was hard when she felt so strange and dreadful inside. So instead, she focused her energy on studying every move and twitch that Potter made. He had always been a restless child, sitting still was an impossible task for James Potter. It at least comforted Minerva that this fact had not changed about the fidgety boy. 

“Potter,” she tried, fighting to keep her voice steady, “What did you blow up at this boy for? And why did a girl get involved in the first place?” 

James squirmed, seeming reluctant to talk about it. His uninjured hand tightened into a fist, and his brown, tear-filled eyes narrowed. Clearly, thinking about this frustrated him. 

“I- I was talking to Sirius about a spell. And the boy overheard me. He started…reprimanding me. Correcting me because- because I was wrong about what I said about the spell, that I pronounced it wrong, that I- cast it wrong. It was making me mad because- it was in front of everybody! And he’s a first year, and he was- he was- it was the way he did it. And the thing is, what he was correcting me on wasn’t even wrong! I had the book right in front of me, I was right! And I tried to show him, but he refused to listen to me. Two times, he acted like- he treated me like- like I was stupid!” James’ eyes squeezed shut and his voice came out strained. “I’m not stupid!” 

A tear rolled down his face. 

“Every time I asked him to please just look at the book, he didn’t listen, and- and he kept calling me buddy, and honey, and baby, talking to me in a baby voice- like I was a baby! I’m not a baby!” 

Minerva blinked. She, of course, understood. Being a woman of status surrounded by men who believed her to be inadequate, she was all too used to the frustration of being talked down to. She knew that James was a prideful little thing, and to be subjected to such patronization…that would have been enough to make any twelve-year-old boy angry. But it was clear that there was something else going on here. Something bigger than a typical childish tantrum. She tried again to extend a hand towards him. 

“Potter,” she said gently, “You’re not stupid. It’s not like you to let that get under your skin. We both know you’re not stupid.” 

James jumped away from her touch, as if he was afraid of it. 

“Tell Regulus that!” he burst out, but he quickly put a hand over his mouth, ashamed by his outburst. “I mean- I…I blew up. I said things I guess I shouldn’t have. I said curse words, and called him names. But- I’m not sorry, Professor. I’m not. He was mean first. He drove me to it.” 

James shuddered, and a small cry of pain escaped his delicate lips. A fat tear rolled down his face and more blood trickled from his hand. 

“No- I am sorry,” he choked out quietly, as if saying the words pained him. He spoke so quietly he could hardly be heard. “I am- I am sorry. I must not be aggressive. I must not be aggressive.” 

James repeated the words in a desperate mumble, like a mantra. Minerva took a deep breath, trying her best to stay calm. The more she listened to him, the more concerned she became. His behavior was so odd, borderline unhinged. Children didn’t act like this. And what was this nonsense about aggression? 

“Show me your hand,” Minerva demanded, her fear adding weight to her voice. 

“I can’t!” James implored between heaving sobs, “I can’t- I can’t- you don’t understand! I’m not allowed! It’ll just make everything worse!” 

He had never looked younger. His small shoulders shook up and down as he labored each breath. His round, brown eyes were so large and scared. At this point, Minerva had tried everything. Nothing was working, and James was now scared beyond rational thought. So she figured it was time to be militaristic. 

She stood and placed her hands firmly on the boy’s shoulders, not missing the way he flinched and shivered. 

“James,” she said sternly, “You will let me see your hand. I’m ordering you to do so. You’re in my office now, you’re my student, and I’m telling you to show me your hand. Do you understand me?” 

Her voice grew louder and louder, until it echoed off the wall louder than James’ crying did. And James? He broke down. He sobbed loudly, like a toddler who was lost in the grocery store. And slowly, very slowly, he held up a trembling, bandaged, bloodied hand. 

The bandages were wrapped so loosely that they fell away on their own. What was on James’ hand was terrifying. 

Clearly, a spell. 

Carved into his hand, gashed with deep cuts, small cursive letters that read, “I must not be aggressive”. His little brown hand was more blood than skin. And a magic energy pulsed through each letter, as if something otherworldly was controlling how painful the gashes were. 

Minerva took a step back as James finally showed her his hand. Seeing those ugly scars carved into her student’s hand was a lot harder to stomach than she would ever admit. She tried to tell herself that she was a professor, a Head of House, even. It was an expectation to keep her composure under pressure. 

But something about this situation, with this little boy…it was haunting. Minerva’s hands shook as she slowly reached out, gently brushing her fingers over the bloody letters. It physically sickened her to look at them, but she forced herself to anyway. 

“Listen to me, James,” she said softly, “Listen. Who did this to you? Who carved this spell into your hand?” 

James was silent for a long time as he tried to reason out an answer. Finally, he spoke with a startling sureness. 

“I did, Professor.” 

Minerva almost laughed. It was typical of James to tell so bold a lie, to make a joke out of such a serious situation, but she couldn’t bring herself to be amused. Not when blood was still trickling down James’ arm like a twisted artwork. 

“That’s ridiculous, Potter, tell me the truth.” 

“I am,” James said, and he opened his eyes, staring right into hers with startling earnestness. “I carved the letters. It was me.” 

“James, what are you talking about?” Minerva demanded, “Tell me what happened, and don’t leave a thing out! Tell me!” 

James bit his lip. His eyes went distant once again as he remembered, and he stared at a spot on the wall as if there was a screen there, and he was watching what had happened to him in real time. When he opened his mouth, it didn’t really feel like he was talking. It felt like he was living. 

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“Why are you being so mean? I was just trying to help you…you’re so aggressive, it’s scaring me. I’m worried about your health. I’m worried about you.” 

Regulus’ voice was like a lullaby, but his words stung like hornets in James’ mind. Sirius had gone to get more ink for the table. Nobody else around seemed to care, tuning out the boys’ argument in favor of their studying. James usually didn’t mind being alone for a fight, especially with someone so insignificant as Regulus Black, but something about this moment felt foreboding. Like something very bad was about to happen. 

“It’s not my fault!” James cried out, “You drive me to it! If you had just looked at the book when I asked you to, I never would’ve had to yell, but- but you were acting like- you were treating me like- that’s not fair! That’s not right!” 

“I think I would know more about what’s right than you.” 

A warm, sweet, feminine voice appeared from behind James, and the boy quickly turned around, a bit surprised by who he saw. A girl, clearly much older than him, wearing Slytherin robes. James judged that she had to be at least a sixth year, maybe even a seventh year. She had a strange air to her. Underneath her Slytherin attire, she didn’t wear gray like everybody else. She wore bright pink that stood out amongst everybody else. Her hair was wound into tight pin curls that looked like they hurt her. And her smile was beading. Daring. It made James shiver. 

“Reggie, is this boy bothering you?” the girl asked. 

Regulus, of course, nodded vehemently, starting to cry. James wasn’t concerned. He had dealt with Regulus enough times to know that these were crocodile tears. He had witnessed Regulus use these plenty of times to try and worm his way around Sirius. 

“I was just trying to be nice!” Regulus wailed, “And then he started cursing, and calling me names, and being so mean, and- and- aggressive!” 

“Hmm…” the girl mused, “Aggressive, you say? It’s alright, Reggie, come here. I’ll help you. I’ll help you.” 

Regulus ran over to the girl, hugging her tightly around her middle. She hugged the small boy back, stroking his black hair, supporting his small frame, smaller than James’. Regulus was a first year, and he was already making James’ life miserable. This was a regular occurrence. Nothing about this was strange, except for the presence of this strange girl. Her smile was off-putting. The way she moved was so calculated. James felt like a pawn in a chess game surrounded by pieces that could catch him. Trapped in a checkmate. 

“I don’t think we’ve met,” the girl said to James, “I’m Dolores. Dolores Umbridge. I know who you are, Potter. Who wouldn’t know you? I can spot a blood traitor from a mile away.” 

James’ eyes narrowed and his hands tightened into fists. Oh. So she was one of those. 

“Yes,” he said, “I am a blood traitor. And I’d much rather be a blood traitor than an ugly, fat cow like you are.” 

James waited for a reaction. He waited for Dolores to get angry. But she didn’t. She only stared for a moment, and then, she softly laughed. 

“You’re so cute,” she said fondly, “Is that really the best you could come up with? Ugly, fat cow? How juvenile. I almost feel sorry for you. Come on. I want to show you something.” 

Everything in James told him not to follow Dolores and Regulus out of the library. His very instincts were screaming at him not to. Don’t do it. Don’t. 

But James wasn’t one to back down from a challenge. He couldn’t let this girl win. He couldn’t let Regulus win after he had wronged him so badly. It wasn’t in James’ nature. 

“Come on, buddy. Come with me. Unless you’re scared.” 

Dolores’ teasing was what broke James. He slammed his book down and stood up, following Dolores and Regulus out of the library with sureness in his step. Regulus held Dolores’ hand, squeezing it joyfully. 

“Are you going to try out the new thing?” Regulus asked secretively, a grin practically splitting his face open. “I thought you said you were going to save it for a special occasion.” 

“This is a special occasion!” Dolores hummed cheerfully, “Nobody’s going to get away with harming my precious little Reggie.” 

Dolores led Regulus and James into an alcove near the dungeons. The area near and around the Slytherin common room was cold and dark. James never liked to be here for long. But when Dolores shut the door behind her and stood by it to keep James from leaving, James sighed, knowing he would be stuck here for a while. 

“I think you should do it, Reggie,” she said fondly, placing something small, thin, and black into his hand, “You were wronged. You deserve to do the honors.” 

James squinted, and when he did, he saw that the object in Regulus’ hand was a pen. He laughed. 

“What is this?” he asked, “Some kind of ploy to get me to do your homework? I always knew Slytherins were dim and dramatic, but this is just something else.” 

Regulus and Dolores exchanged a look, and then, they both erupted into tittering peals of laughter. The sound was so grating that James winced. 

“Is it something I said?” he asked dryly. 

Regulus only responded by giving James the pen, and some parchment. 

“What should I have him write?” he asked Dolores. 

“Oh, I know,” Dolores said after a moment of deliberation, “I must not be aggressive.” 

“I’m not writing that!” James sputtered, “That’s- I can be aggressive if I want to be!” 

“I really think you ought to write it,” Regulus said, and he took out his wand. Dolores took out hers too. 

James reached into his pocket to retrieve his own wand, but he cringed when he realized that it wasn’t on him. He had left it in the library. What a nasty habit. He was going to have to figure this out without magic. 

Slowly, James picked up the pen. And he grinned, cheekily starting to write on the parchment. He spoke the words as he wrote them. 

“Regulus is a whiny baby,” he said slowly, as if taking great, methodical care to write just the right words, “Dolores is a fat cow. Regulus is a whiny- gh!” 

James cried out and dropped the pen as white-hot, exploding pain suddenly burst through his writing hand. Alarmed, he stared at his hand, and was shocked to see small scratches form, as if out of thin air. Small lines formed in his soft brown skin, cutting so deep that blood started to drip down his wrist. 

“I really think you should write what Dolores suggested,” Regulus sneered, and he held his wand against James’ head. “She knows all sorts of spells. Spells that you haven’t even been taught yet.” 

James gritted his teeth and glared up at the pair of Slytherins. 

“What kinds of spells?” he asked, “You know, Dolores, you really ought to learn a spell that’ll fix your face. Or is it just so beyond repair that magic can’t do a thing to it?” 

Dolores didn’t reply. She looked at James. Then, she smiled. She looked down at her wand. She gently, casually pointed her wand at James. And then, in the smallest little voice, she whispered with the sweetest dose of poison that James had ever heard. 

“Imperio.” 

James’ hand moved before he could even comprehend what was happening. He felt light, strange, happy. Like he was doing exactly what he was meant to do. 

“I must not be aggressive. I must not be aggressive. I must not be aggressive.” 

James wrote and wrote, almost feverishly, chasing the high that writing the sentence gave him. It felt unnatural, but it felt so, so good. Like a divine calling. Like this was what he was always meant to do, like this was all he was meant to do. 

“I must not be aggressive. I must not be aggressive. I must not-” 

James cried out in a strangled, animalistic shout as he once again dropped the pen. And suddenly, horror pooled into his stomach, weighing him down like an anchor in the ocean. Blood trickled down his hand, and as he stared at it, he could see little letters forming one by one, etching into his skin, creating more of the terrifying gashes that hurt so badly that James couldn’t even scream. He just twitched and drooled as he watched, overwhelmed with pain and sensation. And when it was all finished, and the pain was the worst it had ever been, James could see the words clearly on his hand. 

“I must not be aggressive.” 

Dolores and Regulus exchanged amused glances. Their laughter rang, but it did not reach James’ ears. The boy’s cheeks were thick with tears. His eyes were wide with terror. What had been done to him? 

“I want you to keep writing,” Regulus demanded, “I want you to write until you run out of room on the paper. And then, I want you to turn yourself into detention. I want you to tell that old bat McGonagall that you were aggressive. You understand me? Will you do it?” 

“I…I…” James choked out in a strangled whisper, in utter disbelief as his eyes were stuck to his hand, “I won’t! There’s no way you could make me- I’m not going to just-” 

“Imperio.” 

Dolores’ voice cut through the noise expertly, and once again, James was set to work, forced to write those horrible words over and over and over again. James was a puppet in his own body, powerless. All he could do was watch himself write, watch the gashes get deeper and deeper on his skin. It was the pen. Every time he wrote something, the enchanted pen cut what was written into his hand. 

I must not be aggressive. 

James could read it on his hand plainer than he could read it on the paper by now. 

I must not be aggressive. 

James felt like he was underwater, living in a nightmare. 

I must not be aggressive. 

I must not be aggressive. 

I must not be aggressive. 

“You’ll turn yourself into detention.” 

I must not be aggressive. 

“You’ll tell McGonagall that you have to write an essay on aggression.” 

I must not be aggressive. 

“And if you tell anybody, I’ll make you write, and write, until you haven’t a hand left to write with!” 

I must not be

“Fine!” 

James’ voice exploded from him like the cry of a hunted, wounded animal. Tears were rolling down his face, his voice was ragged and terrified. Blood dripped down his arm and onto the floor, onto his robes, onto the parchment. 

“I’ll do it. I’ll turn myself in. I’ll go. I’ll go! Are you happy? Are you happy now??” 

Regulus beamed. He slowly approached James. 

“Oh, I’m delighted,” he said with a shockingly cold sort of joy, “But…you really shouldn’t talk to me in such a way. Dolores taught me that neat new spell. I can cast it whenever I want, just like she can. Isn’t that funny? I can tell you to do just what I want you to do, and you’ll have to do it. Oh, Jamie, it could be so much worse than this.”

“That spell,” James whispered, shivering as he stared at Regulus’ wand, “It’s not-...it’s not right. It’s not fair. It’s not…” 

“Forgivable…?” Regulus suggested, and he giggled in the same way that Dolores giggled. “Everyone acts like you’re so smart. James Potter, the little genius. If you knew anything about the Dark Arts, you’d know about Unforgivable curses. They don’t teach it here until fourth year. But I didn’t need school to teach me. Lord Voldemort taught me. I wanted to learn it, so I told Dolores about it. She learned it, and then she taught me. It’s a handy little thing. A fun toy. Shame it’s called Unforgivable, but I don’t really care to be forgiven by the likes of you.” 

“The Dark Arts are bad,” James whispered, unable to look away from Regulus’ wand, floating in his small pale hand temptingly, “They’re wrong. You’ll get in trouble for this.” 

“We’ll only get in trouble if we get caught,” Dolores said, “And you’ll be my little helper, James. You’ll make sure we don’t get caught. After all, if I was to cast the spell on you and then…not reverse it…what a miserable life that would be for our James. And that’s just what I’d do if you tried to tell anybody, if you even tried to get me or Reggie in trouble for this. Do you understand?” 

James couldn’t respond. 

He looked down at the parchment, and he realized with looming dread that he had a lot of writing to do. 

“The essay is due tomorrow,” Dolores said with a didactic sort of tone, “Bring it right here, same time, same place. 500 words. And if the spelling is wrong, then you’ll just have to start all over, and wouldn’t that be a shame?” 

James grit his teeth. His hand felt like it was on fire. He wanted to cut it off, just to get a break from the searing, splitting pain. 

“500 words,” he repeated in a strangled, broken voice, “Same time, same place.” 

Regulus beamed, his gray eyes glistening with malice. 

“Good boy,” he said, “Now…shoo.” 

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(i'll release part two when i get a chance! i hope this was enough food for your cat LOLLL)

[lightning-wyvern]

um no i refuse to be patient im sending a request >:() luigi x male reader, pov luigi is your senior year [___] professor (pick a class, make one up even) and theres only like a 1-3 year age gap between you and him, and your friend is picking on you bcs she dont think he gonna go to [insert upcoming dance] with you so you ask him in front of the whole class just to prove her wrong

rhykar paid me with a blowjob to pick a dinosaur class... yes he made up the name too dinosaurs are his slim jims right now

~ ti adoro, tesoro

luigi mangione x male reader | fluff, romance, suggestive | pt.1 cw suggestive content, heavy physical contact, physical affection, pda, kissing, alcohol consumption, sexual innuendos

other minor cw hits-each-other best friend dynamic, implications that you sucked dick for an A in the past and that you and luigi already have something romantic going on

wc 2,315

the class is called Dinosaurs 101: Paleontology, Paleobiology & History. kara, kade and zelle are all made up people.

open taglist @glitteryslothhhh

please reblog fanfictions when you read one you like! likes do not help writers' algorithms! she/her / female-identifying persons do not interact!

"how did you come up with that speech? you looked like you came up with it on the fly, m/n~"

"i wrote it during zelle's speech, i thought it would be funny to write a speech about procrastination minutes before i gave it."

"bullshit, you just came up with that!"

referring to the speech you pulled out of your ass two hours ago during somebody else's speech in your previous class, public speaking.

"no i didn't, kara, i seriously wrote the whole thing during zelle's speech."

zelle leaned into the conversation.

"so you genuinely don't care for my opinions?" he pouted.

"bitch, your head is so far up between your own balls that professor lesse felt that she had to pay two football players to physically hold you down while she told you that kamala lost."

right then luigi- or as he demanded you call him during class, professor mangione- walked into the room, aggressively slamming his 1/2-liter dr. pepper down on his desk to get the class' attention... although, he had yours undivided the second he walked over the classroom threshold.

"speaking of that, zelle, you failed the quiz on theropod skeletal dynamics. see me after class, and bring a pen because you will be writing lines."

zelle rolled his eyes dramatically, leaning back in his seat. professor mangione smiled that wide, confident, annoyingly hot smile as he looked over at you and saw your bright red face in your hands, your shoulders shaking harder than kara's as you withheld your laughter at the class bigot's expense.

"in other news..." luigi said, pride dripping from his voice that made your head snap up in his direction, "m/n l/n is the only person in the history of this class to pass the theropod skeletal dynamics quiz with a flat 100%."

the class went silent, your face turned red, luigi smiled that annoying smile.

"take a study period today, everyone who scored less than 90% is retaking it. and as is policy in my class, since m/n scored 100%, he will be grading them this time. he has a hawk's eye for the smallest mistakes, so be dilligent."

kara elbowed you, and you shoved her face away from you. you hid your mouth and nose behind your hand, your forehead making an audible thunk sound as it hit the wooden table you shared with her. you heard professor mangione chuckle down at the front of the classroom, and you growled at him, missing the animalistic grin your reaction had plastered onto his face.

"y'know he's teasing you, right?" kara said, "he does that shit to everyone who gets grades as good as yours. your his fucking pet."

"so what then, are you jealous?" you sniped back, kicking her ankle lightly.

"i mean yeah, kind of, but i don't fuck my teachers. besides, i'm 19, and he's 26. it'd be really hard to if i did. but you, you're like what, 24?? and the cherry on top, i have a boyfriend, unlike someone i know." she giggled, stepping on your foot repeatedly until you grabbed her pencil and threw it across the classroom away from you.

"25, actually, and i turn 26 soon. besides, how did you even get in this class again? something to do with your rich ass dad?" you nipped, blocking her hand and slamming it on the table palm-first when she tried to hit your shoulder.

"bitch, i'm a nurse practitioner, this is a forced filler class for me."

"'forced filler class-' hoe, you bounce on your heels and turn into a tomato when someone says 'luigi.'" you grin maliciously.

"so do you, i bet you get a boner every time he says your name." she says pointedly, "you're never gonna get him to go to the spring dance with you, he just likes your weirdly inflated brain."

"oh yeah? i won't, huh? watch me." you snap, your ego standing up and roaring in your chest. you stand up aggressively, looking down at the teacher's desk where he was sitting, reading a book.

"mr. mangione, i have a very inappropriate question to ask you."

luigi looks up at you through his gorgeous full italian eyebrows, and they ascend toward his hairline.

"inappropriate, you say? im curious...it must be pushing some sort of boundary if you called me 'mr. mangione'... ask away, m/n." he leaned forward, taking his feet off his desk and closing his book around his thumb to mark the page he'd stopped on.

you swallow the lump forming in your throat, mentally prepare yourself as you feel all eyes suddenly attached to you with imported steel rivets, and you ask the question. the very inappropriate question.

"will you go to the spring dance with me?" you ask, not daring to breathe as you secretly feel yourself melting inwardly with every second he delays.

"i hardly think that an inappropriate question, given that you paid me very handsomely for a passing grade on your first test last semester, mr. l/n."

your heart stops and your face turns impossibly bright, bloody red. the class stays horror-game silent.

"the shorter, more respectful answer is yes, m/n, i would love to..." he smiles that ridiculous, so incredibly annoying smile again as he adds, "i can hardly say no, i'd be remiss if i missed that opportunity."

-- time skip to the dance

your heart skipped a beat and started racing.

pretty much the whole school had heard it by now: m/n l/n, the quarterback of the university of pennsylvania football team, was going to the spring dance with one of his teachers.

it didn't seem like anybody cared that you were going with a dude, they just thought it was interesting that you were going with your first period teacher. it didn't help your case that your first period teacher happened to be the one and only luigi mangione, who had been a school spokesperson and very popular amongst students when he himself was a penn student.

"m/n, how did you get professor mangione to go to this dance with you?!" your roommate asked, shoving your shoulder playfully. you rolled your eyes, turning around and punching him in his shoulder in return.

"kara was making fun of me for having a crush on him and said he wouldn't," you answered, backing up and standing in front of the mirror in your shared bathroom, "so i got up and asked him right in front of her. ugh, i can't decide which one to wear. kade, you're the fashion major, should i wear the red one or the black one?" you held up two suits.

"the red one, it's the color of fresh blood, that color teams up with your hair color and accentuates your eyes." he said offhandedly, continuing his bewildered rant, "dude, you asked mangione to go to a valentine's dance with you just because kara aitkin said he would say no??"

"that's not the main reason, espèce d'écureuil stupide, i have a crush on him. i have romantic interest in him, kade, you fucking droit, how much more simple can i make it for you?"

kade started laughing. "i get it, dude, he's hot... but he's a teacher, that's what i'm tryna say."

"yeah, i know, but he's like a year older than me. i'm a senior, and anyways you're literally the only person who's asked me any questions about this." you stated pointedly, pulling a white button-up shirt over your head.

"you could've just undone the buttons, dude. anyways, i'm gonna head out, my girl is waiting for me at her place. don't be so nervous, it's gonna go fine." kade said, stretching and patting your shoulder as he left the room.

as the door closed behind him, you sighed heavily, letting out air you hadn't realized you had been holding. kade was right, you could have just undone the buttons... now your head was stuck.

about twenty minutes later, finally fully clad in what you hoped would be a nice night, you entered professor mangione's classroom office, grinning and turning away to hide the blush that threw itself across your face as you made eye contact with your handsome date.

"well you're here early," came a voice from the other side of the office, "salve, cara, come stai?"

"oh pour le bien de Lucifer..." you whispered to yourself, "um... i... forgot how to respond to that one."

luigi chuckled and rolled his eyes with a smile. "you're my star student in italian and 101, m/n, how could you betray me so? the correct response would be sto bene, y tu? that is, assuming you're doing well. how are you doing?"

you grinned, returning luigi's snarky response. "mi sento meglio di un dio, come stai?"

luigi looked at you with a momentary stunned expression, then quickly regained his composure, grinning happily. "i haven't even used half of those words in class, well done, m/n!"

you smiled, your heart rate starting to slow a little. maybe kade had been right... maybe this would go alright after all.

"veine con me, tesoro," luigi said softly, grabbing your hand and squeezing it as he led you out the door, "we're going to be late."

you and luigi opted to walk to the location the dance was held, and you ended up wearing your date's coat. it was incredibly comfy, made of something that felt like fleece but wasn't quite fleece. you hesitated for a moment to let the coat out of your sight when one of the staff chaperoning the dance offered to take it for you, but a gentle, calming hand on your back made you feel a bit better.

"come, tesoro, dance with me." luigi took your hand again, and you were immediately surprised at the skill he held in dancing. some of the staff luigi was friends with, as well as a large number of the students, teased and catcalled you both as luigi twirled you across the dance floor, treating you as though you were the light of his life and the blood in his veins.

later in the night, as the dance was starting to slow down again, you were standing next to a few of the other boys on the penn university quakers, talking what was probably some very risky shit about the princeton tigers; the quakers had lost 17 to 20, and nobody on the team was very happy. but the disgusting loss soon very soon ceased to matter to you as you felt your hot date's large, warm hands slide around your waist, his warm breath hitting the back of your neck and sending an oddly pleasant shiver down your spine as the tip of his nose touched your neck.

"ciao, amore mio, come stai?" luigi said, placing a sneaky little kiss and nibble on a spot behind your ear that he knew was sensitive.

"sto bene," you replied with a smile. you let out a barely audible groan at the feeling, leaning into luigi's chest and letting him wrap his arms around you. "y tu, tesoro?"

"je vais bien." he replied in perfect french, making your heart skip a beat. you turned around in his arms to look at him.

"luigi, you speak french??"

"oui, bien sûr, je parle français. pourquoi pas?" luigi sniped back playfully, grinning like a fool when you shoved his chest, not bothering to smother a big, stupid grin of your own.

"anyways, would you like to leave? i'm beginning to from of boredom, and i'm almost positive i reek of it." he pulls you up against his chest as he speaks, and you grin, putting your own hands on his waist in response, leaning in until your nose is less than an inch away from touching his.

"sure," you reply, taking his hand and pulling him towards the exit, "i smell like benchmark and the football talk is getting painful anyway."

luigi smiled, grabbing your waist with one hand and twirling you around so that you fell right into his chest.

"where do you think you're going, fool, you haven't kissed me yet," he joked in a mock flat tone dripping with bourbon consumption of his own.

you grin, rolling your eyes and twisting out of his grip in a playful attempt to run away. he catches you, as you intended, and you turn around and grab the collar of his shirt with both hands, smashing your lips onto his with an intensity that you knew caught the normally annoyingly aloof man by surprise.

luigi chuckled and groaned into the kiss. he cupped your face in his hands and pulled you further into it as one hand wandered downward to your waist. he used that hand to push you up against the wall, his fingers sneaking underneath your shirt. your hands move upward and your arms wrap around his shoulders, one hand tangling into his short, curly hair. you growl into luigi's mouth, pulling him closer. he detaches his mouth from yours, moving downward to leave a trail of light, teasing butterfly kisses from the corner of your mouth down your jawline, leading down to your neck where he bit down just left of your throat. he covered your mouth with one hand just as a very public-inappropriate moan escaped your lips, effectively smothering it.

"luigi..." you say, your voice barely audible, hugging luigi tightly.

"yes, amore?" he said, dragging his tongue across your neck, upward from your collar bone, eliciting an obviously horny whine from you.

"if- uugh, fuck- if this is gonna continue then we gotta go to my place."

"isn't your roommate going to catch us, tesoro?"

"no, he won't be home until classes start back up after break. c'mon, let's go, i have a raging boner and you started it so you gotta get rid of it."

luigi chuckled, detaching his mouth from your throat and following you back to your apartment.

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~ french + italian dictionary + notes

te adoro, tesoro : i adore you, treasure (italian)

salve, cara, come stai? : hello, dear, how are you? (italian) - ciao, amore mio, come stai? : hello, my love, how are you? (italian)

sto bene, y tu? : i'm well/fine, and you? (italian)

veine con me, tesoro : come with me, treasure (italian)

porca puttana : for fuck's sake (french)

espèce d'écureuil stupide : you stupid squirrel (french)

driot : straight (used as synonym for heterosexual) (french)

oh pour le bien de Lucifer… : for the sake of Lucifer (french)

je vais bien : i'm doing well (french)

oui, bien sûr, je parle français. pourquoi pas? : yes, of course i speak french. why wouldn't i? (french duh)

[hannahssimblr]

“Hey! Well- Yeah? Well, you shouldn’t have had your foot there!” 

I snatch Jen away from the girl she has trodden on in the centre of the heaving crowd. It’s so hot. Sweat covers every single person as they become impatient. As I elbow past one guy in a vest, our arms stick together in an odiously intimate sensation. We look at one another with matching expressions of disgust and horror.

“Come on, come on!” I say to Jen.

“Okay, bossy.”

The space around the stage is filling in, and a sea of blurred figures churn around us like liquid, us and every other body shoving towards the barrier. We’re not far anymore. I can see it glinting, tantalising, in the sun.

“Move!” I bellow, and the person blocking my path flinches out of the way. It’s each man for himself. Well, and Jen. I need to take care of Jen. 

And where’s-

“Keep going!” Jen is punching my back now. “Don’t turn around. We’re so close.”

“Um, sorry, but some of us have been waiting here for ages,” a girl with a nasal voice informs her as we wrestle past. “You can’t just butt in anywhere you like.”

“Okay! Shut the fuck up!” Jen says brightly. 

“Sorry, what?”

“I said shut up, it’s bloody hot.” She hisses, whirling on her, “and do you actually think I want-”

“Jen!” As my palm finally makes contact with metal, I snatch her and heave her toward me. “No fights, right? Not this weekend.”

“Did you hear how that girl spoke to me?”

“You’ll never see her again, c’mon.” I push sideways against the others at the barrier to pry a few inches of space for us. “There.”

We crane our necks up at the stage, big, black, and empty, with nests of wires scattering the floor, hanging over the edge. 

“Wow, it was worth it for this spot, wasn’t it?”

I look behind her, a vast sea of faces stretching back for forever. There’s likely no chance we’ll find the rest of our friends now, having abandoned them at the start line in pursuit of this barrier. But right before I give up, I spot Evie. I’ve got a radar for her, it seems. She’s struggling through the hoard elbows first, though unsuccessfully. It appears she is going for the polite approach, trying her best to slip through small gaps between people, but they keep shrugging her off. She will need to be more aggressive than that. 

“Evie! Up here!”

Relief floods her face. “Oh! God! Yeah, hi!”

“Hi!” I grab her hand and yank her through an especially stubborn group of hipsters. “Come on, you can stand here.” Someone else is trying to squeeze into my space, but I just shove him. He moves, barely, leaving only space for one person, but we’ll make do. I pull Evie into place and stand behind her as the gap behind us closes. My body is pushed forward just a little bit, enough to close that careful, intentional space between Evie and me. I breathe through my nose very slowly. 

Are you alright?” I murmur. My face is close to hers, and my palm rests on her shoulder. I don’t move it. She nods. 

I stare at my hand for ages. It’s just there, on her, her bare skin warm under my fingers, and neither of us has acknowledged it. I fantasise about moving my thumb just a few inches and stroking along that graceful curve that joins her shoulder with her neck. I could even tilt her head to the side and put my mouth against the pulse by the corner of her jaw. God, that’d be weird. I would never do that, but I should stop thinking like this before parts of my body begin to assume I will. 

As my eyes dart to Jen, I am relieved to find her striking up a conversation with someone next to her. She’s constantly befriending strangers at events, and normally it annoys me, because she insists on following them to some crusty afterparty in a house with cigarette butts and dried vomit in the bathroom sink, but I’m grateful for this particular trait today, because if she had seen me staring at Evie’s neck like some kind of demented vampire, I would have a hard time getting her to drop the issue. 

When the band come on stage, the crowd erupts into cheers, and I join them at first. I usually love concerts for this reason, this feeling of being part of a collective, me and thousands of other bodies together, seeking the same rush, sharing the same love of music. This is a good band, and I had been excited to see them when I knew they’d be performing, but this fact, every thought and feeling and interest in every niche piece of information I’ve ever read about them while perusing music magazines at the newsagents evaporates into the ether the moment that Evie rests against my chest.

I stay very still. Surely, this is accidental, but I don’t move a muscle, afraid to make it clear I have noticed it. I am resisting the empty feeling she’ll leave when she moves away.

As she hums along to music she doesn’t know, her voice vibrates through her ribs and into me, and when she lifts her hands to clap for the end of a song, she puts them back on the barrier, perhaps just a little closer to mine that they were the last time. I spend three more songs wondering if it was intentional. 

And the band plays, and the crowd cheers and dances and sways to these songs I’ve rinsed a hundred times on my iPod, but I stand with her, so incredibly still, my hands on the barrier on both sides of her, my chin resting upon her head, and I don’t recall a single melody. 

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[loneliness-suffering]

I'm probably gonna redrawing some old AU of mine (it's heavily coated with cheap fanfiction mucks,sorry i was going crazy back in junior high thinking about mordeson

*cough* i um,I'll just,put it here.

it's gonna be called "oddrent" it's kind of meaningless and i came up with that for like 3 seconds,just odd and different since it's different from the original end but it's a extend as well,basically it's a universe where regular show is woke(/silly,this AU mordeson and margjay are real,I'm living in my dream)

here's some of the characters,now we all know what they all look like at the end of it all,but i gonna draw more of my versions of them goofing around,it's mostly based on them

Jeremy Jefferson (male,he/him,homosexual

Everybody calls him "Jimmy" tho,at first it was his roommate(his assigned partner zoedy,they don't know each other)when she found out that his parents calls him jimmy.

he thought being a park ranger can take him off the edge of everything that's going on in his life and find peace amongs the trees(big mistake

problems:

all kinds of anxiety/stuck in his own ways/aggressive/quick to judge/likes to distance himself from everyone else/not easy to deal with

good qualities:

Observant/gets work done/that's it???i dunno he's not dick all of the time,just most of the time

Zoedy Michelle (she/her,pansexual

She's cousin of that party horse(yes i don't know how that work but it just does)he told her about the adventure he had and how the people works at the park brought he and his wife together,she was interested and decided to go for the job since she got nothing else better to do

problems:

Abandonment issue/mommy issues/too active it comes across annoying/no sense of boundaries/emotionally fragile/push over

good qualities:

make friends easily/positive

Timmy,just Timmy.

The only one that truly enjoys every minute of working at the park,it was his dream when he's lil,he's happy to be there.

that tree guy from space tree,after the mission is over the space tree is shut down cuz there's no funding that's supporting them now(yeah maellerd cancelled it since it's all over)so there's no where for him to go,and based on his personality and altogether behaviors no one would take him,not jobs not shelter,then he end up at the park cuz he thought of rigby and his job as a park ranger,he went to the park and picking on everything he sees around the park,Benson gets annoyed but he can't really get rid of him since no one would take him and maellerd +all the others sorta just dump the tree on him as his responsibility,Benson just made him work there as long as he doesn't drive people away,he agrees

after a few weeks of adopting regular people's behavior he changed his name to "treemen"(cuz i kept forgetting his original name)

problems:

everything.

good qualities:

he can learn,can't he?

and in this AU pam moved on after breaking up with Benson,she eventually got her own lab and made everyone that bosses her around works under her,she even won a golden flask award!(being the greatest Scientist)and was reported on the local news by Margaret,cj and margs are married,they met when margs is doing a news report about the park as a contribute to their old memories,she interviewed cj(she's the guide of the city)and after they grabbed a coffee and blah blah. blah f$#k I'll draw it when it's not 3am anymore.

Benson and mords hooked up when they're on the mission(getting clues and stuff)since rigby has Eileen now and everybody is doing their own things mordecai got a lot of free time on his hand,so like a bum he is he'd go around for people he can talk to,blah blah blah they've been secretly dating the whole time that's why they always come out of the same place!I'm not crazy you guys!!(jk)anyway when they're done with their mission they landed and mordecai proposed right after rigby kissed Eileen(which he is still mad over)(and ben & mordos talked about it so it doesn't feels intrusive at all)

[fairytales-and-folklore]

After School Spectacle

The Owl House » Huntlow

Title: After School Spectacle

Author: fairytalesandfolklore

Fandom: The Owl House (Masterlist)

Relationship: Hunter | The Golden Guard x Willow Park

AO3 Rating: Teen & Up (a complete collection of author's notes, inspiration credits, content warnings and tags can be found on AO3)

Summary: Boscha's schemes to make the former Golden Guard her Grom date go sour when she finds out he already has his heart set on a certain plant witch.

"This has got to be some kind of sick joke," Boscha sneers. "There's no way Half-A-Witch Willow could ever attract the attention of royalty." Hunter freezes, worn leather creaking as his hands ball into fists at his sides. "I'm sorry," he says in a way that suggests he's anything but. "What did you just call her?" Sensing the call to defense, Flapjack transforms into a staff, held like a longsword in Hunter's well-trained hands, and Boscha's eyes widen in alarm. "It's not worth it," Willow leans into his side and whispers in a calm, soothing voice. "Just ignore her." Boscha's gaze narrows, anger flaring anew. "You think you can just ignore me, Half-A-Witch?" she sneers, lips curling into a simpering smile as she turns her attention back on Hunter. "Come on, Golden Guard, you can't honestly tell me you're actually settling for—" But the rest of her words are drowned out by the sound of Hunter pressing Willow up against her locker and kissing her senseless.

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"Okay, so here's the plan," Boscha recites to one of the long-suffering members of her inner circle for what must be the dozenth time that day. "The Golden Guard—"

"Hunter," Boscha's friend corrects her with a pointed sigh.

"What?" Boscha snaps, annoyed.

"Pretty sure his name is Hunter," the friend informs her with a casual shrug, paying more attention to admiring their freshly-painted nails than they are to the details of Boscha's genius grand plan.

"Whatever. Don't interrupt me," Boscha huffs, shoving her books into her locker with a little more aggression than is probably necessary. "As I was saying, Gunther gets out of Botany 213 in approximately five minutes when the last school bell screams. Once he's within earshot, you'll start talking really loudly about how great I am, and how you're so surprised I don't have a date to Grom yet. At which point, I'll say—"

"Haven't you already tried asking him to Grom?" the friend prompts, lips curling up in a smirk at the sudden blush that spreads across Boscha's face. "Twice?"

"Technically yes," Boscha growls. "But both times, that annoying little illusion nerd swooped in and cut me off before I got the chance to finish the question."

Which is technically true, but definitely not the full story. The truth is that both times Boscha tried asking him to Grom, Hunter laughed in her face and then hurried after Gus, calling out to him to wait up so the two of them could walk to flyer derby practice together.

The truth that Boscha would rather die than admit, is that most of the time, Hunter just straight up ignores her like she doesn't exist. On the rare occasions he does look at her, it's with that same scornful sneer she's always given Half-A-Witch, like she's a decomposing trash slug that's just washed up on shore. It's almost as if he doesn't like her. Weird.

"Why exactly are you trying so hard to get with him?" Boscha's friend asks, one eyebrow arched in mild judgment. "You keep telling me you could have your pick of anyone from Hexside to Glandus. What's so special about him?"

"Um, duh. He's the Golden Guard," Boscha says with the air of someone explaining something so obvious to someone very stupid. "He was the Emperor's right-hand man. A rank like that has got to come with some privileges."

"Except he's not the Golden Guard anymore, and Belos is dead," the friend reminds her with a withering sigh. "Don't you remember what happened on The Day Of Unity?"

Boscha waves her hands impatiently. "But he was the Emperor's closest living relative, which means he's probably next in line for the throne. If I play my cards right, you might just be looking at the next Empress of the Boiling Isles," Boscha boasts, a haughty smirk curling across her lips as she imagines the glittering potential of her future. "Plus, have you seen him? He's the ultimate arm candy: hot, rich, and powerful."

"He is arguably one of those things," her friend concedes. "Nice hair. Good jawline. His nose is a little crooked, though. And he's got a tooth gap."

"Does he? Ew." Boscha wrinkles her nose. "Whatever, he'll just have to keep his mouth shut whenever we take Penstagram selfies. And obviously he'll have to quit flyer derby and join the Banshees instead. Can't have him hanging around with a bunch of losers like Half-A-Witch. How she ever got to be team captain is beyond me."

"That all sounds perfectly reasonable," the friend deadpans, rolling their eyes while Boscha's back is turned, admiring her reflection in the little mirror inside her locker.

"Exactly," she replies, oblivious to her friend's sarcasm. "Relationships are all about compromise."

"And we all know you're the expert on healthy relationships," they say with a smirk.

"See? You get it. I'm a Titan-damn catch," Boscha preens, practicing pouting faces in the mirror while she applies a thick layer of lip balm. "I just don't get why it's taking so long for him to ask me out. I mean, I've made it very clear that he's allowed. I've even invited him to come hang out at the Treasure Shack with us, like, a dozen times now. But every time I ask, he tells me he already has plans with his 'real friends' whatever that means."

"Wow," the friend says impassively. "That's rough, buddy."

"I just don't understand what I could possibly be doing wrong," Boscha groans, slamming the heel of her boot against the bottom of her locker door in frustration. "Ugh, what am I even saying? Of course the problem isn't me. I literally never do anything wrong. So why isn't he taking the bait?"

"Maybe he likes someone else," the friend suggests with a casual shrug, utterly bored of this topic — it's literally all Boscha's been talking about since the start of term.

"Impossible," Boscha scoffs, tossing back a lock of bright pink hair. "Who could he possibly prefer to me?"

"Willow Park," Skara perks up from the locker right next to Boscha's, grabbing her books and slamming the door with a bright, cheery smile that threatens venom in every pearly tooth.

"It's so obvious. I mean, pretty much everyone in the entire school knows those two have got massive crushes on each other. You should see the way they act around each other at flyer derby practice, it's adorable. All blushing and smiling and 'Hey Captain, amazing moves out there, you're so cool and graceful.' 'Hey Hunter, do you want to come over and talk to me for hours on end about whatever cute nerdy thing you've been reading up on lately?' 'Hey Captain, you look cold, want to wear my letterman jacket while I walk you home?'"

"It is literally the cutest thing I've ever seen," Skara concludes with a dreamy sigh, and if looks could kill, Skara would be dead ten times over.

She's about to open her mouth to tell Skara that she's full of shit, when the final bell rings, hallways flooding with a hoard of students. And that's when Boscha sees him, walking out of class, holding hands with none other than Willow Park. Watches as Willow throws her head back and giggles at something he's just said, the way Hunter blushes and smiles at her like she's his whole world. And in that moment, Boscha feels like her whole world has just been tilted on its axis.

It's like watching a horror movie where the victim is the social hierarchy, and all Boscha can do is stand there, frozen to the spot, and watch with open-mouthed shock as the pair of them come to a stop in front of Willow's locker, a nervous smile tugging at the corners of Hunter's lips as he waits for the opportune moment until Willow's back is turned, chatting animatedly as she busies herself putting her spellbooks away, utterly clueless to the fact that the boy standing right behind her has just gotten down on one knee, producing a gorgeous bouquet of flowers from behind his back with the help of his little cardinal palisman.

"Willow, will you go to Grom with me?" Hunter asks with a bright, beaming smile the moment Willow turns back around to face him, letting out an excited giggle as she coaxes him to his feet and throws her arms around his shoulders, happily accepting. The crowd around them bursts into applause, cheering and cooing over how sweet and adorable they are, how they make such a cute couple, and Boscha fumes hard enough to light a fire inside her head.

"This has got to be some kind of sick joke," she sneers loudly. "There's no way Half-A-Witch Willow could ever attract the attention of royalty."

The room falls silent faster than a hurricane through candlelight. Hunter freezes, worn leather creaking as his hands ball into fists at his sides. When he turns to face her, his features are carefully blank, tone like the calm before a storm.

"I'm sorry," he says in a way that suggests he's anything but. "What did you just call her?"

Sensing the call to defense, Flapjack transforms into a staff, held like a longsword in Hunter's well-trained hands, and Boscha's eyes widen ever so slightly in alarm.

"It's not worth it," Willow leans into his side and whispers in a calm, soothing voice. "Just ignore her."

Boscha's gaze narrows, anger flaring anew. 

"You think you can just ignore me, Half-A-Witch?" she sneers, lips curling into a simpering smile as she turns her attention back on Hunter. "Come on, Golden Guard, you can't honestly tell me you're actually settling for—"

But the rest of her words are drowned out by the sound of Hunter pressing Willow up against her locker and kissing her senseless — loud enough to showcase his enthusiasm, but still gentle enough to ensure she doesn't get hurt, gloved hands taking the brunt of the collision as they wrap protectively around her waist and the back of her head. Willow lets out a soft surprised little giggle, stunned for a moment, but then eagerly wrapping her arms around his neck, fingers threading through his hair as she kisses him back.

Boscha lets out a shriek of outrage like a toddler throwing a temper tantrum, face a perfect match for her bright pink hair as she storms out of the corridor, glaring daggers back at her friends, who all broke out in supportive cheers and teasing wolf whistles the moment Hunter kissed Willow.

• • •

"Well, that was one hell of a first kiss," Willow gasps, coming up for air a long while later. She's not sure how long they've been at this — five minutes? Five hours? Five days? But by the looks of it, it's just the two of them now, the corridor completely deserted. "I think everyone's gone home. You don't have to put on such a show."

"I know," Hunter replies with a low, throaty chuckle and a smirk that makes her heart skip a beat, showing absolutely no signs of slowing down as he peppers kisses along the curve of her neck that make her giggle and squirm with delight.

"In that case," Willow prompts with a sly smile, tugging him by the collar of his uniform and swiveling them until he's the one pressed against her locker, Hunter's surprised huff of laughter swallowed up in another kiss.

Elements of this story were inspired by art by ahhjaydraws

[t0asty1-writes]

Cariño — Sero Hanta x reader

notes: im super excited for chapter 3 bc thats where i get to explain more about my oc's quirk when they have a Certified Autism Moment with izuku hehehehehehe 😼😼😼 also i cant decide on an exact format yet regarding whether or not to tab my paragraphs, so i guess ill be experimenting with that

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word count: 1.4k

chapter list -> chapter 1 -> chapter 2 -> chapter 3 -> chapter 4 -> (still in progress!)

“Oh—by the way—do you wanna sit with us?”

Obviously, you accepted.

 Now, here you were, standing awkwardly in front of Roro’s group of friends with your head turned down.

 “Uh… Sero?” A boy with bright yellow hair with a zig-zag streak of black questioned while eyeing you.

“Yeah?” Roro smiled brightly, swinging an arm over your shoulders.

Who the fuck is Sero?? You thought to yourself.

“Who… is this? She’s kind of, um…”

He trailed off, letting his unsaid words hang in the air. You knew what he was going to say, anyway.

You shrunk a little more, trying to hide yourself from everyone’s sight, which is pretty hard to do when you’re the center of attention.

“She’s kind of what? You got a problem with her, zappy?” Roro snapped back defensively.

“Nope! Not at all!” The yellow-haired boy squeaked, throwing his hands up and visibly regretting pointing it out.

Roro rolled his eyes and gently nudged you forward.

“Don’t listen to what he says, he’s an idiot—”

“Hey!”

“—anyways, introduce yourself, Kaikai!”

You lifted your head, now able to see everyone at the table. They were looking at you curiously. One of them stood out to you; a girl with pink skin and short curly hair, with what looked like yellow antennae sticking out at the top of her head. You couldn’t bring yourself to make eye contact with her, so you moved on to the other kids at the table. 

A boy with spiky red hair, a boy with spiky blonde hair, an androgynous-looking girl with purple hair and uneven bangs who was looking at her phone, and finally the guy with yellow hair that Roro told off—zappy, you remember that his quirk had something to do with electricity. All these people were in your class.

“I’m… y/n… Kadekaro…” You sputter out, immediately looking back down. You felt jittery with all those eyes on you, and your body started to twitch.

“Wait, your name isn’t Kaikai?”

Your head snapped back up to meet Roro’s shocked face.

“No… It’s y/n Kadekaro? Wait, is your name not Roro?!”

You both took a step backwards and pointed a finger at one another suspiciously.

“No, it’s Hanta Sero??”

“Hanta? But that doesn’t sound like Roro at all…”

“That’s because Roro is supposed to sound like Sero,” Roro- I mean, Sero pointed out.

“Ohh. Ohhhhhhhh.”

You laughed at yourself for coming to that conclusion.

“I may be stupid.”

“You’ll never be as stupid as Denki, though,” Sero said with a smirk.

“Um. Double hey!”

“Shut up, you started it!”

While almost everyone was laughing at the yellow-haired boy, Denki, being insulted, a new voice rang out from the table.

“You’re all so fucking annoying! Shut up!”

The boy with spiky blonde hair had his arms crossed over his chest, glaring at the cafeteria floor.

“We love you too, Bakugou,” Sero teased, not taking him seriously in the slightest, while sliding into the seat next to Denki and began eating food off his tray, despite his protests.

You took the seat next to Sero, trying to take up as little space as possible. The androgynous girl with purple hair spoke up, still not looking away from her phone.

“Why do you bother asking us to sit with you if you’re just going to yell at us, Bakugou…?”

“I DIDN’T ASK YOU EXTRAS TO SIT WITH ME! I SPECIFICALLY TOLD YOU TO ‘STAY AWAY FROM ME AND LET ME EAT IN PEACE’ AND YOU ALL SAID ‘FUCK YOU BAKUGOU, DON’T TELL US WHAT TO DO’ AND FOLLOWED ME HERE! FUCKIN’ MORONS.”

Everyone ignored Bakugou’s outburst and chatted amongst themselves. Bakugou ate his food aggressively. You never knew that it was possible to eat so aggressively until that moment.

The pink-haired girl sitting across from you leaned over and sprawled her arms over the table and said,

“Guyyyys, we didn’t introduce ourselves back to y/n!”

“We’re in the same class, she should be able to remember who we are from there.” Bakugou grumbled in response.

“Coming from Mr. Remind Me What Your Name Is,” the red-haired boy sitting next to Bakugou joked.

“Nah, he’s literally never asked anyone to remind him of their name, Kiri, it should be Mr. I Define You By Your Most Identifiable Trait,” Denki boy retorted.

“Dude, yes!” The red-haired guy, or Kiri, high-fived him.

“Denki, I’m so impressed, you used not only one but two big words in that sentence.” The purple-haired girl said while fanning herself in mock arousal.

Before the he could take offense to her backhanded compliment, Sero chimed in.

“You guys are forgetting that I literally knew Kaikai for like, the entire first decade of my life, and I literally did not recognize her until we were within 4 inches of eachother. It’s crazy, ‘cause she’s pretty recognizable, too.”

Hi so stop making them pay attention to me please! You silently cried in your mind, too nervous to say anything.

The pink-haired girl spoke up again after everyone had gotten sidetracked. “Aaanywayyys, the point is we have to introduce ourselves!! Hi, I’m Mina Ashido! Call me Mina!” She finished her introduction with a blinding smile.

She’s so cute, I wonder if she’d want to be friends with me. Your heart begins to pound a little faster at the thought.

Sitting next to Mina was Bakugou. Technically you already knew his name because they had said it while talking about him.

“I’m not introducing myself. I don’t have time for this.” He grumbled, clearly having time to introduce himself but instead using it to pick at his food.

“So this is Katsuki Bakugou, but you can call him asshole,” the red-haired boy sitting next to Bakugou snickered. Bakugou clicked his tongue in annoyance but didn’t give any further reaction.

The red-haired boy turned to face you. Oh shit Oh fuck he’s so pretty god damn-

“I’m Eijiro Kirishima, nice to meet you!”

“Nice to meet you, too…” You played with the hem of your jacket and adjusted your glasses.

“I’m Jirou Kyouka. Call me Jirou.” The purple-haired girl next to Kirishima said with a small smile.

“I’m Denki Kaminari!! Welcome to the gang, dude!” Denki held his fist out for a fistbump, and you quickly knocked your fist against his before putting your hands on your seat and burying them underneath your legs to keep them in place.

“So, uh, what exactly is your quirk?” Kirishima asked with his head tilted.

You hesitate for a moment before answering, twirling and tugging at a strand of your hair anxiously.

“I mean, it’s pretty obvious. I’m a bug.”

Everyone looked at you with facial expressions that said duh.

“Ok. Elaborate.” Jirou said while playing with one of her earphone jacks.

“Well, uh, I can do basically everything that a bug can do. Like, flying, climbing walls, that stuff. My skin is actually an exoskeleton, it’s pretty strong. And I have really good senses, too.” You explained while gesturing with your four arms, which people were just now starting to notice.

“That is SO COOL!! I love bugs!” Mina squealed in excitement.

Woah wow Wowee woohoo wah, wowow, was basically what went through your head when you heard that. You don’t get that many compliments, especially not compliments about being a giant insect.

“I know, right? She’s literally the coolest.” Sero draped an arm over your shoulders 

If you had blood or could generate your own body heat, your face would be red and blushing. But alas, bugs can’t do either of those things.

“Thank you! I also really like how you look, Mina.” You squeaked, bringing a hand to cover your face.

Side conversations were beginning to bloom around the table, and you fell into lazy chit-chat with Sero, catching eachother up on the 6 or so years that you missed out on being together for, while he ate the food off your tray that you didn’t want. By the end of lunch hour it was clear that you two were the closest of the group by far. 

This was a complete 180° from how your life at U.A. had been before. You didn’t dream that you would make so many friends so soon.

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2. First day

The annoying sound of the alarm going off filled my bedroom. "Ugh, I hate mornings," I grumbled. I threw the duvet onto the floor, my feet touching the cold ground. In a sleepy state, I stumbled into the bathroom. Ugh, I look terrible. After a long shower, I made my favorite coffee and sat at the kitchen table. I can't start the day without morning coffee. I usually make a cappuccino.

While sipping my morning coffee, I began to feel quite hungry. Unfortunately, my fridge was empty, so I needed to go shopping. I don't know where. I looked up the nearest store and it's only 10 minutes away. Sounds perfect. I made sure to grab everything I needed, especially the house keys, before heading out. The path to the store passed through the main road, then through the park, and finally arrived at the shop. When I opened the door of the shop, I was delighted. It was huge compared to the shops I had back home in Europe. I walked through a few shelves and picked up the things I needed for at least a week.

And suddenly, my phone starts ringing. Meredith?

"Um, hello?"

"Where on earth are you?"

"Why are you so aggressive? I went to the store."

"You need to get to the hospital fast, Bailey's been yelling at me about where you are."

"And what do you mean, I'm not supposed to start until tomorrow?"

"You didn't check your emails? There's been a major car accident and Bailey wants everyone to come in. Hurry over here." she said and hung up the phone.

Fuck, I forgot to check those damn emails this morning, now I'm going to look like an idiot. Fuck me. And who's Bailey? She must be our boss. Anyway, I quickly made my way to the checkout to pay. I quickly ordered an Uber as soon as I left the shop. I arrived home in about 5 minutes to quickly put the shopping away and take the most important things to the hospital, even though I didn't know what to expect. It took me about 15 minutes to get to the hospital, but those 15 minutes felt like an hour to me, I was so nervous and so scared. I paid the driver and made my way to the hospital.

The hospital was very nice and huge from the outside. It already has a very professional look and feel. Lena, get your shit together. I took a deep breath and entered the hospital. It was huge. I arrived at the reception desk.

"Hi. Sorry to bother you, but could you tell me where I could find Chief?" An adorable nurse answered me and sent me to his office. Oh my god, I'm too gay for this...Lena stop, don't flirt with people from work on your first day. Although, that nurse was really pretty and kind. I quickly got rid of what I thought and arrived at the Office.

knock, knock

"Come in" I slowly opened the door to the office and stepped into it.

"Hi, I'm Doc. Anderson, I've been accepted as a new intern in your program and the nurse sent me to see you."

"Ah, yes Doc. Anderson, I'm Doc. Webber,  we have been waiting for you. Please sit down."

He seemed like a nice guy. During the interview, I was given all the details about participating in the program, signed the papers, and received the keys to the locker.

"That's it, I'm glad you've joined us, your work in Europe was amazing and I'm thrilled that you can do it in our hospital. Now, I believe it's time for you to join the team and help with the crash. Bailey doesn't like to wait." He said as he got up to walk me to the door.

"Yes, of course, Chief, I'll try my best" And with that, I left the room. I ran downstairs to change into my dressing gown. I met some people on the road. It was quite chaotic because of the accident. I opened the door to the changing room. It was almost empty. I found my locker, picked out my clothes, and started to change. Then I noticed a guy sitting on the bench next to me, staring at me.

"Are you going to tell me something? or are you going to keep looking at me?" I raised my eyebrows

"You're the new one, aren't you? I'm Alex Karev" He sat down closer to me.

"And if you want to have one of the best nights of your life, you can wit-" I didn't even let him finish that sentence

"No thanks Alex, Meredith has already told me about you, so don't waste time" I smiled at him and headed for the door.

"This isn't fair!" He cried out in falsity.

"Life is hard, darling, try to give syphilis to someone else." I laughed at him and walked out of the dressing room. I made my way through a few corridors until I was in sight of Meredith. I approached her from behind. I gave her a little elbow so she would notice me.

"Well, you've finally come." said the woman standing beside Meredith.

"Excuse me?"

"Cristina be nice! I'm sorry Len, this is Cristina I told you about"  Meredith immediately apologized

"The mean one? Oh, I remember." I smiled at Cristina

"We will be very good friends," Cristina said with a laugh.

"Why are you just standing there? Don't you have a job?" There was a loud voice behind me. I turned around and there was a woman with a surprised look on her face.

"You know I'm new here, I was just asking Meredith where to log in."

"I don't care if you're new, Grey and Yang go help Doc. Burke, he needs some interns and you" She stopped and pointed at me "Go to the Doc. Shepherd, he asked for someone clever, so let's see what you've got." She said, but she was looking at me weirdly the whole time, It must be Bailey, I can see why everyone calls her a Nazi.

"Yes, Doctor Bailey"

I went to see Doctor Shepherd, I crossed the room on my way to see him, but all of a sudden there was a terrible beeping sound. My body automatically turned and entered the room, the nurses loudly announcing that the patient's heart was in failure. There was no doctor in charge. If I didn't intervene, the patient would die. I quickly thought about what to do and gathered every ounce of courage I had. After trying to resuscitate didn't help. A plan quickly formed in my mind to save him. It was a very difficult plan, but probably my only option.

After 20 minutes the patient was stabilized again, my plan worked perfectly and it sounded like a miracle. The nurses were very surprised, and one of them even mentioned that she had never seen an intern do such a thing before. And at that moment, a man in his 40s, dressed in dark blue clothes, rolled into the room, it must have been Doc. Shepherd

"What happened here?" he said in a breathy voice, he must have run here.

One of the nurses spoke up "This intern saved a patient's life, the patient collapsed and no one was around until she came and rescued him. She proved it, even though resuscitation didn't work."

"Wow, I'm very impressed with what you've done, you're the new intern right?" he said, shaking my hand

"I'm Lena Anderson"

"Doctor Derek Shepherd, wait aren't you the neighbor of Meredith?"

"Yeah, How did you know?"

"Well, Uhm" He acted strangely, and I would even say that he blushed but before he answered, his pager beeped. I could see in his face how relieved he was that his pager beeped. Interesting 

"We have to go, just below with me, today you will be in my service, you deserved my admiration in those first days. I had to see what talent you had."

He said, and together we went to another patient. I think I can say that my first day at work won't be too bad.

AN: Now, the second chapter is behind me.It was very interesting writing but also a bit difficult as I don't know medics at all. I hope you enjoyed it and I will be glad for any feedback  

PS: YES DON'T BE AFRAID, AMELIA WILL APPEAR IN THE NEXT CHAPTER

xx

[kikibit]

I thought I lost you (Eric Draven x OC) Chapter 1

Summary: Charlotte's life is a mess and it gets just more complicated as her brother's best friend Eric is back on their lives again. Her annoying childhood friend who suddenly cut her off is now back and it's driving her a little crazy. All the old feelings she has pushed back and forgotten about are coming to the surface again as she tries to make sense of her life and maybe grow up a little.

Warnings: Domestic abuse, mentions of drug abuse

Word count: 2,6k

A/N: I'm starting to post my fic in here too. I haven't written fanfiction in years so we'll see how this goes. This is kind of slow burn and eventually fluffy. I'm also sorry to tell the oc is kind of infuriating and cries all the time. This is canon divergent so Shelly and all that doesn't happen/exist. I also take suggestions and such.

Edit to add: I've updated this chapter to a new version after getting it proofread and corrected by @a-differentbrandof-beans (thank u, thank u). No major changes, mortly just language.

Chapter 2 ∙ Chapter 3 ∙ Chapter 4

Chapter 1

I’m on the subway at night doing my best not to cry. 

My hands have stopped from shaking earlier but I am still rattled. I really just want to hold it together until I get inside where I can freely let myself collapse. My shitty boyfriend cheated on me again. I only had time to grab a few things and get out as fast as I could. I had to wait almost 30 minutes for the 1.40 AM tram to come and I am not dressed for the September breeze at all. 

I had texted my brother that I would be coming but he hasn’t seen my text. 

The tram arrives at the stop nearest to my brother's place. I let silent tears roll down my face while I walk the 5 minutes to the apartment. Shivering from the cold, I reach the door, thank god his lights are still on and I won’t have to climb in through the window. I knock on the door, and hear laughter and steps coming to the door. Oh shit, is he having some kind of a party? Or a girl over, I think in horror. The door opens and my brother emerges with a curious look on his face. He furrows his brows and looks at me.

“Lottie? What are you doing here?” he asks me, confused. I give him an angry and tired look.

“I need to stay here for a bit.” I answer and rush past him into the apartment.

“Is everything alright?” I hear my brother ask behind me as I make my way inside. I immediately see he has someone over, and horror washes over me when I realize who it is. 

I’m met with the green eyes I had almost managed to forget. My brother’s friend, Eric

Shit. 

Our eyes lock, and for a split second he looks surprised… he covers it right away with a stoic look.

Great.

“Charls?” My brother Chris asks again, sounding a bit worried this time.

I drag my eyes away from Eric’s. Why was he here suddenly? I couldn’t let him see me like this “I’m alright.” I do my best to sound composed. “I just need a place to stay for a bit.”

I’m met with an awkward silence. “Um… it’s just that… I promised Eric could stay here.” Chris breaks the silence after a while.

I take a deep breath. “Sure. I’ll be out of your hair.” I may sound passive-aggressive but it’s the best I can manage right now. I turn to leave.

“I’ll go.” Eric says suddenly. He grabs his bag and paces to the door, passing me in the hallway.

“No, I’m already leaving.” I try to leave through the door, but Eric blocks my way.

“I said I’ll go.” He towers over me, standing right next to me. But I won’t let him make me feel small. I meet his gaze again; he doesn’t show any emotion, but I just know he’s annoyed. It’s the way it goes between us.

“Do you have anywhere to stay?” I say and challenge him, and his jaw clenches a little. “Do you?” he throws my jab back at me. 

My friend Lily has a three-year-old and a morning shift. She would never refuse me, but she does not need my drama. She has been there for me a lot the past months, listening to me cry about my shitty boyfriend Tate and trying to make me understand how he treats me. Bothering her is the last thing I want to do right now, especially since it would take at least an hour to get to her apartment at this time of night.

 I narrow my eyes at Eric, feeling annoyance building inside me.

“Let’s all calm down.” Chris says, trying to conciliate. He has always been the negotiator since we were teenagers. “Char, you can just sleep next to me this night. We’ll figure everything out tomorrow.”

I’m not breaking eye contact with Eric. It feels more like a staring contest, and I will win it. Finally, his jaw clenches and relaxes. He breaks the eye contact and turns away. He plops back on the couch and stares at the wall. I still can’t read him at all. I hate how this still gets to me. It doesn’t matter; I need to get my shit together now.

“Char, what happened?” Chris comes up to me with a concerned look.

“I left Tate, he–“ I really don’t want to admit he cheated on me again. Not even to Chris. “I just needed to get out.”

“Did he hurt you?” Chris asks immediately. I don’t know what to tell him.

“No, I just couldn't be there anymore.” Eric isn’t reacting to our conversation, but I know he can hear us, sitting in the same space with us. I’ve been humiliated enough today without also having him hear about it.

Chris relaxes a bit from my words. “Yes, of course”, he says reassuringly. He brings me to a hug, and I accept it, feeling I need it. I take a deep breath and feel tears coming to my eyes again. I take a step back before I start crying.

���I’m gonna take a shower”, I say. Chris nods. “There’s towels in the bathroom closet”, he says. I nod back and leave as quick as I can without running. Tears are streaming down my face once I get the door locked. I undress as quickly as I can and open the shower. Finally, I am alone and can let it out. I curl up on the bathroom floor, the streaming water drowning the sound of my sobs.

I’m not sure how long it takes for me to calm down but eventually I get out of the shower. I didn’t really take any clothes with me, so I just pull back my jeans and shirt I had on today. I head to the living room where I hear a conversation.

“Could I borrow something to wear?” I ask.

“Sure, let me grab you something.” Chris pauses their movie and disappears into his bedroom. It takes him a couple of seconds, so the silence doesn’t get too awkward before he’s back with some sweatpants and a T-shirt.

“We can be done for the night if you want to go to sleep or…do you want to talk about it?” Chris suggests to me.

“No, don’t stop on my account, I won’t be bothered.”

“Okay, sure. Just let me know if you need anything.” My brother takes my hand and rubs his thumb over my hand in a reassuring manner. I simply nod and try to give him a small smile before going to his room and closing the door behind me.

I change into his clothes and plop on the bed. My mind goes to Eric. 

I haven’t seen him in a couple of years. We haven't really hung out after my brother moved out of our parents’ home. Our paths have crossed occasionally, but since he left for rehab I haven’t heard anything about him. I guess he’s out now. I’m not exactly thrilled about that. I don’t wish any ill on him, but I hate how his indifference towards me gets under my skin. 

I see how he acts around other people. Warm, open and curious, but all his warmth cools when I am around. I have no idea what I did to make him so cold towards me, but it bothers me how much it drives me crazy. Even after all this time it still bothers me. 

I just can’t forget how we were when we were kids. Everything was simple then, just the three of us. Then suddenly I was too young for them to want to play with me. Everyone told me it was normal for brothers to pull away as they get older and all I could do was just accept it, but I just couldn't let go of the hurt.

Even now it makes me mad that I am thinking about him, when I have a whole fucked up life of my own to worry about.

The light on my phone lit up, tearing me away from my thoughts. It was Tate calling. I roll over and ignore the call, but soon he switches to texting. The texts start to pour in, and they just keep coming. Almost incoherent filth streaming in. He’s obviously drunk. He’s calling me every name he comes up with and pleading me to just come back. I turn my phone off and wrap the cover around me tightly. It takes effort to stifle my sobs but I just weep silent tears until I doze off.

The anxiety doesn’t leave me alone in my sleep. In my dream I’m back at our apartment. I get flashes of Tate yelling and pushing me around. The fear comes in waves when I realize I’m not sure what he’s capable of anymore. I try to leave the apartment, but I’m stuck where I am, moving only painfully slowly. I wake up gasping for air. 

The apartment is dark, and I hear Chris breathing slowly next to me. Yet again I can’t suppress my sobs, so I quickly get out of the bed and leave the room. I do my best to get my breathing in control as I have to move quietly and slowly through the dark apartment, but I have to stop a couple of times to breathe shaky breaths, so I won’t wake everyone up. I turn on the bathroom light, step in and close the door behind me. I sit on the toilet and hug my knees.

I hate the situation I’m in. I can’t even cry about it in peace, and it really was my own fault. They told me countless times not to take him back. He was just so nice when he was being nice. On those days I had thought his shitty days were worth it and I could forgive a mistake. Like I hadn’t made tons of those. It really was humiliating to realize how stupid I had been. I wasn’t going to change him; he was the same as all the other shitty boyfriends I had had. And once again I had fallen for it, and I really did think I deserved it. I was the one who put me here and I needed to get it together myself. I just needed to cry about it first.

***

I wake up in the morning light. I turn my phone on to see the time and notifications stream in. I even have a text from Lily asking if I’m alright. Tate’s final message was sent at 5 am. My stomach drops when I see what it says: “I’m calling the fucking cops if I won’t hear from you”. Shit.

“I’m at my brother’s, leave me alone.” I quickly text him.

I leave the bedroom to see my brother, but he isn’t anywhere to be seen. Only Eric on the couch on his phone, like I don’t exist.

“Where’s Chris?”

“At work.” Eric doesn’t look up from his phone. I feel a spike of annoyance. I sigh and walk to the kitchen. I look around in Chris’s fridge. Not really much in there. I make myself a toast and sit in silence, swinging my legs on the kitchen stool. After I’m done I go back into the bedroom and fish out my phone charger. I’m on my phone for only about half an hour when I hear a knock on the door. I don’t move a muscle since it’s not my problem. There’s another knock and I hear steps and an opening door. I don’t bother listening to the conversation and focus on a reddit thread. 

A raised voice catches my attention.

“Where the fuck is she?!” Fuck.

I get up immediately and come out of the bedroom. Tate is furious. I hurry to the door.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I demand.

“We need to talk.” Tate says sternly. I pass by Eric to face Tate. “We have nothing to talk about.”

“I’m not leaving before you hear me out.” I roll my eyes at his words, but don’t say anything. I know how he gets. I turn to Eric, signalling for him to leave us. His eyebrows are furrowed but his expression goes blank once I look at him. He simply stares at me for a second. He leaves without saying anything.

“What is it?” I ask Tate annoyed.

“Just come back. We’ll talk it out. It won’t happen again. I’ve deleted her everywhere, I’ll prove it to you.” Tate plunges into his usual spiel.

“Nope, don’t care.” I say and try to close the door, but he has pushed himself between it when I wasn’t looking.

“Babe, you know you drive me crazy. I can’t live without you. If you hadn’t been on my fucking case the whole week I wouldn’t-“

“Well, maybe you should have thought about that before you fucked the first thing with a pulse.” I cut him off.

“Babe, don’t be like that. You know we’re good. You’re the one, those bitches don’t mean nothing.” He tries to reach my face with his hand but I back away towards the wall.

“You don’t get it. I. Don’t. Care. Leave me the fuck alone.” I almost hiss at him.

“Charlotte.” He says sternly, like he’s talking to a bad-mannered child.

“Leave.” I say once more. He slams his hand on the wall next to me. I jump at it. Memories of last night are flashing through my mind, reminding me of the signs of escalation with his aggressive behavior.

“Do you think you’ll find anything better, bitch? Now stop this tantrum and come home with me.” He’s inching closer to me, caging me against the wall.

“Fuck you.” I spit my words out and his eyes widen in anger. He grabs my throat. “You fucking whore, you dare-“

“Dude, back the fuck off.” Eric grabs Tate’s hand from my throat. He twists it off me and I gasp for air.

“Who the fuck even are you? Are you fucking my girl?!”

Eric doesn’t answer, he simply pushes Tate back and inserts himself between us.

“Just fucking go, Tate.” I yell behind Eric.

“You fucking whore, you dare get mad at me, when you fuck the first guy you can find!”

“Leave. Now. Or I’ll make you.” Eric says simply. 

Tate is furious, but he’s obviously calculating his chances with Eric who is easily towering over him. 

I hadn’t thought of Eric as scary before. He was looking gruff now, but I knew him back when he was lanky and shy. He was one of those people you just can’t imagine angry.  He was always tall, but he has gotten bigger since I last saw him. 

Eric doesn’t seem to care to wait for Tate’s decision, he simply pushes him out the door and closes it. I wince a little as Tate kicks the door, but my body relaxes as I hear steps growing distant. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. Tears roll down my face and yet again I am sobbing but this time I can’t hide it. Just as I’m about to look if Eric’s still standing in front of me, I am buried in his chest, his arms around me, stroking my back gently. His white T-shirt is getting soaked, but he doesn’t say anything.

[lord-of-the-harvest]

Red Rut Ch3

Chapter 3 Bruise Me Bite Me

Summary: With the second and third day of Ren’s rut, he gets more clingy and aggressive. Day 3’s supposed to be the start of his two day peak, let’s see if you can survive it!

Contains: CNC, dubcon, somnophilia, hemophilia, abuse, heat/rut, omegaverse, lots of hurt, mental abuse, breeding kink, manipulation, ED (kind of), feederism, piss kink, exhibitionism, Ren being a creep, you getting hurt

MDNI

NSFW

You woke up the next morning on your belly, your back sore, and something smacking against you. Through your haze, it took you a moment to realize it was Ren behind you, fucking you thighs. “Ren? I-it’s a bit early, is-sn’t it?” He was breathing heavily and clearly focused on just getting himself off. “S-sorry, Pet. I woke up and-mmm just n-needed this…fuck your thighs are good!” That’s all he could get out before he returned to grunting like an animal. He didn’t care to ask me first? He could have woken me up first at least… You didn’t dwell on the thought for long, you’ve witnessed first hand Ren’s habit of taking what he wants when he wants. His cock slid up and down your clit, and you couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs tight around him. The day before had been full of mostly penetration, and you welcomed the attention to your more sensitive areas. This morning he had a steadier rhythm, and didn’t take much time to make you both cum. You felt the tension rise and you backed your ass against his cock. His knot was hot and firm, it made for a perfect grinder. A moan ripped from your throat in a sudden orgasm, you must have been getting close while you were asleep. You felt him shudder and let out a long whine behind you as he dug his claws into your hips. He pulled away from you and smeared his cum against your slit with his fingers. He muttered something about knotting you later, and your face flushed red. The way he’d look at your body, the way he touched you and claimed you as his own was so much more animalistic than what you were used to. Your body couldn’t help but lift itself up and comply with his touch, but your mind quickly returned to reality and recognized your own needs. “Um…Ren? I need to use the restroom again, can I please get up?" You learned from the day before that you need to ask for his permission. One time he made you beg for it, and made you hold out as long as possible in hopes you would give up. It hadn’t worked yet, but he desperately wanted you to somewhat willingly give in to him. He growled at the idea of you getting up, but took a moment to look around the nest. He had ripped through most of the blankets on it, and knew he had more in his stash. Wrappers and crumbs littered the sheets, and even he was getting annoyed by them. “Fine, Pet, but don’t take too long! I’m going to clean up a bit while you’re in there.” It was likely the clarity from finally releasing himself that injected an ounce of humanity and made him allow you to go by yourself. Whatever it was, you weren't going to question it, and you hurried off to the restroom. 

You closed the door behind you and finally got a good look at yourself in the mirror. You were fully nude aside from the tail from the day before. The ears had slipped off while sleeping, and now resided somewhere in the sheets of your shared nest. Your thighs and hips were bandaged, and dry blood speckled your skin. Fuck, I’m such a sight, he better do something big to make up for this. You used the toilet and stood at the sink, washing your tear stained face and debating on changing your bandages yourself, yet deciding against it. Ren, meanwhile, was rushing around the room, trying to make it somewhat presentable for you. Maybe…maybe if I make it better for her she won’t want to leave again. I can do it, I’ll make it so nice she’ll want to stay in it forever! He brought more food, water, and blankets in. He even found your ears, and cleaned them up before setting them on your nightstand. Wanting to get it all done by the time you came back, he almost neglected to feed himself again. He looked in the fridge, grabbed the first thing he saw, and wolfed it down. His stomach hurt and was breathing heavier. Of course, he knew how to deal with it, as this was far from his first rut. Eating, sleeping, and fucking were the only things that could make him feel even a little better. He pulled dirty scraps of fabric out of the twisted sheets, and dumped more blankets in. Sure it helped with the smell, but Ren wasn’t happy with it. Still, he refrained himself from urinating in the bed again, in favor of appeasing you. When you came out, Ren grabbed you by the waist and led you to the nest again, sat you down, and shoved some cereal in your face. “Here, sweetie, eat up! I’ll fix you while you eat.” He knelt down on the floor and pulled out the first aid kit he used on you the day before. You ate your cereal and winced as he pulled you bandages off as gently as he could. “Sorry, Pet, this’ll hurt…” He stared at you now bare thigh caked in your own dried blood in awe. To your surprise, and disgust, Ren gripped your calf and licked up your bloody thigh. He had a lustful look in his eyes, and you felt him press against you leg. For the first time, you placed a hand on his shoulder and firmly pushed him away. “Ren, give me a break, please. I’m wounded and I need you to take care of me." You had a sad look in your eyes and pleaded in your tone. The grip on his shoulder could have told Ren you were irritated with him, but instead he looked up at you with sympathy. “Oh…I’m sorry, Pet, I can make you feel better.” You had heard beastkins can go through a phase in their cycles of being overly protective and doting on their partners. This you quite liked, and wanted to see how far you could push him. You deserved it with how much of Ren’s nonsense you had to put up with,

Ren finished bandaging your legs just as you finished your cereal. He seemed as though he was about to go for the second round of the day, but was stopped by you asking for another bowl. “Thank you for fixing me, sweetie, but some more food would make me feel perfect!” He quickly ran to the kitchen as you giggled at his excitement. Taking in the new nest, you buried yourself under a blanket in hopes of fending off your crazed lover. Surely, you could only fight off his sexual advances for so long. Ren came back with a breakfast tray featuring the cereal he promised, your favorite juice, and a side of berries. You sat up when he gave you the tray, and he curled up by your feet, watching you take each bite. You were kind enough to give your new servant some bites of food, as you could hear his stomach rumbling. “Ren, sweetie, I wish you’d eat something too, you don’t look so good.” Ren smiled at you and sat up. “No, Pet, you need to eat! We need to make sure you get enough food for them.” He had what could only be described as a delusional or crazed hope on his face while he looked at your stomach. He looked happy, but had a glint in his eyes, showing how severely out of touch with reality he was. They had discussed family matters in the past, and you both even laughed at the idea of starting one together or separately. You fought off the urge to correct him, and ate your cereal instead, still not wanting to upset him.

You finished your food, and as Ren was placing the tray on the floor, you asked him to rub you back. It was still sore from waking up on your stomach, and wanted it better before you were put in any more back breaking positions. You flipped over, and Ren obliged. You were both still nude, but you made sure to keep your lower half covered with your blanket. Ren started with your shoulders and made his way to your lower back, earning little moans from you in return. He was about to stop and take you right there, but you mentioned how good he was being for you and how much you appreciated it. “I know you’re going through your rut, honey, but I love how you still take care of me no matter what.” Ren whimpered and pinned his ears back, but kept rubbing and pressed himself against your ass for an ounce of relief. His cock ached as he rutted against the soft blanket, imagining being inside you. Eventually he started breathing heavier than you, and you noticed. “Ren, sweetie, it’s almost better, just a little longer, alright?” His urges were screaming at him to rip the blanket off and knot you, but he still managed to keep control. Care for her, she’s about to go through so much, you need to tend to her. He put his sexual urges to the side in favor of making you happy. A happy Pet is one more likely to take to the mating, she needs to be healthy for the litter. Sure enough, the power you now held over Ren was getting to you as well as the massage. Him pressing against you didn’t help keep you composure, and you could feel yourself getting wet and thinking about him fucking you again like the day before, only this time you pictured yourself ordering him to. You reached back and pulled the blanket off your ass. “Ren…I really think you should eat something…" You didn’t have to spell it out for him, and Ren quickly shifted and stuck his face between your thighs. He brought your hips up a bit so he could easily get to your wet heat. His tongue was even hotter on your lips, making you moan in pleasure. He licked at your folds and could finally rub his cock with a free hand. He was erratic and eager, you could feel his hunger through his tongue and it made you squirm wanting more. Being so worked up, he was already closer than you. He sat up, keeping his pet in place, and kept rubbing himself above you. The smell, and sight, and the pent up energy all combined together making him cum all over your ass. He hugged you from behind, and reached around to rub his cum into you. You loudly squealed and moaned as he quickly fingered you and rubbed his knot against your ass. It felt good, but he felt something missing as he pressed against you. 

After giving you a quick orgasm of your own, relishing in your beautiful moans, he found the box from the day before and pulled out the fox tail butt plug. He was kind and thoughtful enough to lube it up before forcing its way into your tight hole. “R-Ren! Aah!" You screamed out in shock and pain, not expecting the sudden foreign object. Although, once you settled, it started to feel good. Ren gently tugged and twisted it, giving you subtle stimulation. He gripped the tail and pulled it up, making you follow so your ass was high up in the air. This was one of Ren’s favorite positions, as it showed trust and compliance from his Pet. Now with the added degradation of the fox themed plug, he felt even more of a sense of ownership over you. He pressed against you and bent over to reach for your ears again, making you moan at the pressure. He strapped them to your head yet again and positioned himself properly against you. It was hard pushing his way into you with the size of his knot and butt plug working against him. When he finally pushed past your entrance, you let out a loud guttural moan as your walls closed around him. If it had been under any other circumstances, you may have been embarrassed by it, but now, you couldn’t begin to care how you sounded. Ren was heavily panting, and stared down at you. His Pet, his conquest, his property, his bitch. Your loud moan only added to the satisfaction he felt in knowing you were all his. His to bite, scratch, hold, knot, and breed. He slowly pulled himself away from you, only to ram himself back in, earning another nasty moan from his bitch. She wants it just as much as I do, dirty bitch, you must be in heat too! The thought of you being in a similar state as him only fueled his hunger, and he started slamming into you faster and harder. You lost track of the amount of times you came, the stimulation was all too much for you to handle. Just as your brain was turning to mush, Ren pulled you up by the back of your hair and brought himself down to your ear. “You wanted this more than I did, I can tell, you filthy bitch. You’re in heat, right? My bitch is caught in you own fucking heat!" You couldn’t bring the thoughts together to question or debate, and instinctually followed him instead. “Y-Yes Ren, fuck, I needed this, I wanted this, aah~” He kept ramming into you as hard and as far as he could go. “Ren-ah, you’re hitting m-my c-c-cervix! Y-you’re going to bruise m-me!" You tried speaking as best you could, but stuttered along the way. Ren growled and gripped your hair tighter. “I'm going to break through your fucking cervix and knock you up, bitch!" You screamed in pleasure, finally getting off to the idea of him breeding you. “P-please, Ren, bruise me, bite me, leave a d-dent in me! Mmmm I wanna f-feel your c-cum in me so ba-aah!" You were screaming again as you came harder than before. Ren shortly followed, cumming deep inside you and knotting you in the process. The pressure hurt, but you were too horny to care. Neither Ren, nor the tail could be pulled out of you, so you would need to lay there and accept it for the time being. You gained a little composure, and the reality and humiliation of it set in again. Ren hugged you from behind and rolled off of you, while still keeping you close to his chest. You looked up and saw the two of you in the mirror above. Your tail rested on your thigh, your ears were crooked, and Ren rested his face in the crook of your neck, still inside you. Your cheeks flushed hot in embarrassment at the sight of you two, but the butterflies in your stomach flew south. Ren could feel it, and lightly rutted into you again from behind. ….

Morning came, and you roused, not feeling Ren pawing at you for once. In fact, it didn’t even feel like he was in bed with you. You tried sitting up, but quickly realized your arms weren’t just resting above your head, but were in fact tied to the headboard behind you. You twisted around, but couldn’t find Ren or free yourself. “R-Ren? Where are you?" Your voice trembled and you felt more vulnerable than ever. You looked at the mirror above you to see your naked and bruised frame as you shrunk in on yourself. Suddenly, Ren swung the door open and growled under his breath. You twisted yourself around to look at your very angry owner. His ears pinned back, his tail fluffed up, and he was holding your broken phone. “Ren? What’s wrong? Why am I tied up?” He made his way to the bed and loomed above you. “What’s wrong? What is wrong, Pet?” He held up your phone, displaying a message from Kangaroo from the first night. You squinted and tried reading the message. “Call me if you need help this week, Fox’s orders." You were confused, with the excitement of the past few days you hadn’t even thought to check your phone or call for Kangaroo. I know he said his rut would be bad, but I didn’t think it was “call for help” bad. “Ren, I didn’t see that, did you really tell him to send me that?” He threw your phone down again, this time definitely breaking it for good. “Of course not! Why the Hell would I order him to talk to you? Besides, you don’t need help, you’re safe! Here, in the nest, you’re safe with me, right?” His tone fluctuated from furious to an almost desperate mania. As though he was trying to convince even himself the situation was under control. His last sentence ended with a bite, though, that told you to answer fast. “Right! I’m fine here, in the nest, with you looking after me. I don’t care about Kangaroo, I don’t need him.” Now it was your turn to desperately make yourself believe things were under control. Ren sighed with relief. “Good, good… Well, I do need him, so I invited him over." You, now concerned and afraid, couldn’t keep your emotions off your face. “Sweetie, you’re fine! I’m fine, we’re both fine. We just needed more groceries, and I need to remind him of something…” He bent down and kissed your forehead, you decided not to question him.

Ren disappeared and came back to give you food and water, but never untied you. He spoon fed you yogurt and granola, very much enjoying being needed. “You’re so sweet like this, I wish I could just keep you here forever...Oh wait, I can!” Ren giggled to himself, and you tried to laugh along with him. As long as you could keep him happy, you figured there would be a chance he’d untie you. Eventually, the time came where you needed to get up to use the restroom, but weighed your options. I could ask, but I risk making him upset, I don’t think he’s ready to untie me. I could also just…ugh- He had his hand on your thigh and the other in his lap, no doubt subtly rubbing himself. You couldn’t take it anymore, and felt like you were about to burst. You were tied right in the middle of the bed, and Ren was sitting on the edge to the side of you. You shifted towards him and twisted yourself onto your stomach so you wouldn’t have to see yourself in the mirrors above. Ren, of course, welcomed the sight and pawed at your ass. You couldn’t see, but could tell by his deep breathing he was rubbing himself even faster. Again, you ignored it, and relaxed your body. Ren gasped as he watched a puddle form around your heat, and palmed at his aching knot. You whimpered as you felt him grope at you harder. He bent down and kissed your thighs, whispering about how good you are and how happy he was. Soon the smell and the groping got to him, and Ren came in his sweatpants. He moaned and his hips bucked, while your face flushed with embarrassment and disgust. He’s a fucking creep, but did he really just cum in his pants from this? That’s disgusting, but hopefully he’ll untie me now. You broke away from Ren’s grip and flipped yourself over, but he wasn’t done yet. Ren was panting as he climbed on top of you and sunk down to your lap. You tried keeping your legs shut, but Ren forced them open and shoved his face in between them yet again. He started eating you out like a madman, all too happy to be in between your soiled thighs. It didn’t last long though, as he soon heard a knock at the door.

Ren quickly got up, apologized, and scurried off to meet Kangaroo at the door, leaving you panting and alone. This was too much whiplash for you, and he was behaving so manically. You couldn’t wait for his rut to be over and for some kind of peace and routine to be restored in the house. You could hear them talking in the next room over, accompanied by cupboards being opened and closed shut. The wait for Ren to return felt like forever with your outstretched arms and aching heat. Finally, the bedroom door swung open and you looked up to see a horrified Kangaroo. Ren was holding him by his jacket collar, forcing him into the bedroom and onto the floor. “Hey! What the-what the fuck are you doing?!" You twisted and turned, trying to cover yourself as best you could. Kangaroo’s jaw dropped as he looked at you scratched hips and soiled bed. “God damnit! Are you alri-” Ren kicked him down again, silencing him. “She’s not your fucking concern, Kangaroo!” Ren shouted at him and slammed the door shut, making his way to the bed. “She’s mine, and you’ll learn that one way or another…” His words trailed off as he cast his sweatpants to the side and climbed on top of you. “Re-uh-Fox? What are you doing?" Your voice trembled with fear as your gaze darted from Kangaroo to Fox. “I’m doing what should have been done a long time ago, Pet, I’m setting an example.” He grabbed your legs and lifted them up. Your knees were touching your shoulders as you gasped and protested, but Fox didn’t seem to notice or care. He was all too concerned with making sure Kangaroo was watching him take what was his. You shut your eyes tight, expecting a sharp penetration and Ren’s painful knot, but the pain didn’t come. Instead, you felt something hot on your stomach. You opened your eyes to see Fox on his knees, pissing on your stomach and chest. You screamed in disgust, and tried pulling on your restraints again, but with no luck. Fox had a satisfied and devilish look on his face as he looked from your body back to Kangaroo. You couldn’t see him, but you could tell he was mortified. You were too, the only one enjoying or getting off to the hazing was Fox, who was now laughing at both them. He must have really enjoyed it, as not even a moment after emptying himself onto his bitch he was forcing himself into you. You screamed again, now repulsed and in pain. Tears pricked your eyes, Fox was saying something but you couldn’t listen. You turned your face away to hide your shame, but Fox grabbed your jaw and brought it right back. “Darling, you should-unh-be happy to-mmm belong to me, instead of someone so-fuck-spineless!” He turned his attention back to Kangaroo, and shouted more claims of ownership at him. It was hard for you to think, but you scoured your brain on the best way to diffuse the situation. “Y-yes Fox…I l-love being y-yours!” Fox turned his attention back to you and momentarily paused his thrusting. “I-I want to be all yours! N-no one else’s!" You looked at him with the biggest doe eyes you could muster, made easier with your tears. “Please, Fox, make him leave, I want you to myself~" Your manipulation worked as he threw a plate at Kangaroo, shouting for him to leave. Kangaroo leapt to his feet and rushed out of the room, thankful he still had his life. He was already hesitant on coming over, as the employee tasked with this during Fox’s last rut didn’t exactly make it back in one piece. Ren turned his attention back to you, still muttering tear filled words of affection. After a particularly rough session that ended in a knotting, Ren untied you and held you in his arms.

You asked him to bring you food, but told him not to be gone too long as you would miss him. As soon as he left, you buried your face in a pillow and sighed. You knew you couldn’t cry, since Ren would be back soon with more food than you ware comfortable with eating. What happened to him? He’s usually sweet and level headed, why is he acting this way? When will it be over? You, of course, knew all the answers to your questions, but you were having a hard time dealing with your reality. Seemingly for the rest of your life, you were going to have to deal with Ren’s ruts each year, and couldn’t do a thing to stop them. Did he really tell Kangaroo to check on you? Did he really not trust himself that much? Did he really forget, or was he just being delusional and possessive? Ren came back shortly, this time with two trays of food in hand. “I kinda forgot to eat yesterday, so I’m making up for it today.” He said, with a slight chuckle to it. You came out from your pillow and picked at your food with him. You looked down at your stomach, and almost wretched at the smell. In hindsight, you should have used the time Ren was gone to wash up, or at least wipe yourself down. You debated asking him for a shower, but decided against it. This would be the start of his two day peak, and your two day Hell.

Notes: Can you guys tell I don’t know a thing about the omegaverse and heat/rut lore? I don’t worry too much about canon things with it, this is just how I see it playing out with Ren.

Also, is Ren calling you his “Bitch” cringey? I thought it fit, but felt a bit odd to write, since he usually calls you literally anything else.

Anyways, sorry to kinda cuck Kangaroo on the third day, but he’ll be fine after a cold shower :)

[criminal-mids]

#7 - Hoodie

Prompt: Borrowed Hoodie 

Sickie: Garcia

Caretaker: Morgan 

Word Count: 1,411

“Hah? What? Since when!?”

Garcia can’t believe it. She swears she hadn’t heard a word of this until now, and she usually keeps a tab on office renovation schedules because she knows the noise bothers Reid.

“Listen, lady, we’re just the repair guys, it’s not our fault your bosses didn’t tell you. Take it up with them. We still have our job to do. Feel free to work somewhere else.”

“Some- this is my place!” Garcia tries not to shriek, but she can’t help it when they’re shoving her oh-so-carefully painted minifigures aside for their dusty work bags. She rolls her chair over just in time to prevent an elf from being crushed and scoops the rest of her plastic children into her skirt, just to be safe.

“And the aircon is old and falling apart, it's an OSHA violation waiting to happen. If you wanna be in here when it causes a spark, be my guest.”

“UGH!”

The repair only takes a half hour, and truthfully, she is grateful, grumble as she may. A fire or even too much smoke could kill her hard drives.

The real problem is when they finish.

“Um, could you turn the heat up a bit, please?” Even through her chattering teeth, she tries to be kind to the repairmen. She knows how hard they work.

“Sorry, ma’am, not yet. We’re still workin’ out some kinks. The HVAC’s been updated and we’re still trying to patch in the new system and the old system together. As I said before, other parts of the building will be warmer, but hey, you’re welcome to remain in your fortress of solitude if you want.”

She suppresses the urge to roll her eyes.

‘Can’t they see I’ve got a complicated setup?’

But, she shows no outward aggression. She’s not really that upset, just cold. “It’s fine. Thank you for your help. Could you at least tell me when it’ll be fixed?”

“Sometime in the next few days.”

She can tell that’s as good as she’s getting so she nods and waves as they head out.

Instead, she directs her ire towards the faulty machine itself.

“If I could hack you I would, but you're older than me, so you're safe . . . for now.” She holds up the minuscule screwdriver from her glasses repair kit as she glares at the aircon.

- She was being dramatic before, but she really is well and chilled now.

‘Ugh. Isn’t this just Bonita?’

“I’m a California girl, I wasn't meant for the cold.” She whines to her screens.

‘If I catch a cold, I’ll really be annoyed. And everyone knows my brain goes to complete mush when I’m sick. I’m useless. I can’t afford to be out of commission, not when the team seems busier than ever. Maybe I should move outside. I can always come back in here real quick if I need more computing power. The team’s still on the jet, so I’ve got some time to compile files.’

-

“Garcia, we need a list of all homicides involving victims with cuspids removed. Go back at least 10 years. We think this may be our unsubs signature.” Hotch’s voice is firm, but calm, as usual.

“You got it, cap’”

‘All those records, I’ll need my office for that, ah, oh well.’

She hurries back to her little corner of Quantico, opening the door to find that it has, somehow, gotten colder.

Still, she sits down and gets to work.

-

Just as she hits send and gets up to retreat to the land of warmth, her screen dings.

It’s Rossi this time.

“What can I do for ya, Italian amor?” Penelope finds it hard to keep a cheery tone with the cold blasting at her, making her lips quiver, but she hopes she manages.

Her effort is wasted because Rossi ignores the quip, pressing straight to business. Another request that requires her big screens.

“All these records are from the way back when before our good friend the internet. They’re unorganised at best. Combining through all of them will take a while, I’ll pull as many as I can, and send them to you as I get them.”

“Good.”

He hangs up. She sits back down, huffing.

“Potential OSHA violation? This is an OSHA violation right here!” She mutters, pulling her cardigan around herself. 

‘If I’d known I’d be working in Antarctica today I would’ve worn a jumper.’

Nevertheless, she begins.

—

Her hands are freezing, her fingers stiff and every click of the keyboard takes conscious effort. Okay, maybe she’s being dramatic, but she’s a California girl! Can you blame her?

Just when she thinks she’s done, more files under the search parameters come up. It’s unusually demoralising.

‘If only I had a jumper or something. Note to self, pack extra clothes for future emergencies. . . . Wait, emergencies! That's it!’

She springs up, with newly formed determination, and heads out to the bullpen.

She has a destination in mind, but as she draws closer, doubt creeps in.

‘I hope he won’t mind. Is this creepy? No, it’ll be fine, I’ll wear it, then put it right back like nothing ever happened at all. That’s what I’ll do.’

She reassures herself as she approaches Morgan’s desk. Everyone has two go bags, just in case they don’t have time to wash one set of clothes before departing again.

Garcia knows that in this bag she’ll most likely find one of Morgan’s many grey or black hoodies. And she’s right.

It’s right on top. She takes it gingerly, slipping it on, careful not to disturb her hair ornaments. It’s warm and soft.

With the extra layer, her office feels almost normal. 

Her typing speed quickens again until she’s at normal capacity. Rossi gets the data within the next 15 minutes.

She sighs, happy with her work.

And, now that she takes time to notice it, ‘This hoodie does smell nice.’

She catches herself, then remembers she’s alone and takes another deep sniff. Morgan’s detergent has a pleasant smell that reminds her of him. Yeah, this was a good decision.

—

“Give us the best you got, pumpkin.” Morgan teases

“Oh, that’s for your ears only, handsome.” 

“I know. I’m going to transfer to video call, so you better be decent.”

“Never.” She teases with a theatrically breathy sigh.

The video chat opens revealing the team gathered around a desk, and maps in front of them.

“So Garcia, what did you find on-”

Prentiss cuts Reid off, “Wait, is that Morgan’s hoodie?”

Penelope blanches. “Wh-hat?” After a second of hesitation, she looks down, hoping by some miracle that all she’ll find is her cardigan and dress, but she already knows. She can still smell the detergent. “Oh, I- they were fixing the aircon in my office and it’s colder than the Fortress of Solitude in here so I just . . . I honestly don’t know what I was thinking! I wasn’t, I was just really cold! I can take it off. Let me just . . .” She fumbles with the hoodie, starting to pull it over her head.

“Slow down, baby girl. You look even cuter when you’re in my clothes, and I can’t have you catching a cold now can I, hmm?”

Penelope makes a noise somewhere between a squeak and squeal. “ . . . okay.”

Rossi clears his throat loudly, “Now, tell us what you found, we’re running out of time to find Kate.”

“Yes, at your service.” Still shaken, but with a new warmth in her chest, she continues.

—

“Baby girl, you in here?” Morgan’s familiar warm timbre drifts in from the door over the audio of an RPG game.

“Yes.” She blushes fiercely.

“I talked to Max and he said the system would be back to normal by tomorrow.”

“Oh, thank god. . . . I guess I should give this back to you then.” The end of the sentence is noticeably less enthusiastic than the beginning.

“Well, I was actually thinking you should keep it. Gotta mark my territory, don’t I?”

Penelope giggles, getting up to hug him.

He smells even nicer in person . . . like home, sometimes more so than the dozens of candles that fill her flat.

“Yeah.” then softer, “I’d wear a collar for you, Derek Morgan, you know that.”

“Tempting, but that can wait till tomorrow, it’s late, and even girl geniuses need their sleep.”

What a day, huh? And tomorrow she could come back to a warm office. Gideon was right, like he always said, life really is about the small things.

[literalite]

I remember you saying you liked young justice so I wanted to know who's your favourite character or the one you think is most like you? I've been attached by the hip to this show since I was 13 so I'm a little... not normal about it lol.

also opinions on s3?

YES oh my god it was like formative media for me genuinely and i still love yj dearly i was rewatching it like last month actually along with yaboyroshi's reactions to it 😅 we are both a little not normal about this show dw 🤝🏼 im putting the rest of this under a cut because i start Yapping

my fave characters were dick, artemis, jaime, bart, and zatanna! dick i was Obsessed with from the moment i laid eyes on him in hindsight for gender reasons, probably but artemis always meant a huge deal to me as a kid because she was like the only vietnamese character (and with a skintone like mine!) that i'd ever seen on a screen. i loved everything about jaime's character and personality and arc and i had a really soft spot for bart because characters who are very outwardly upbeat and fun but are going through a lot of shit and hiding it are my favourites ever usually 😅. i also liked rlly them as a duo. zatanna's sort of cool-girl sass was always really fun to see and i think especially in s4 where her sort of less-rigid morality had more room to shine, really made me appreciate her character more. OH also when they introduced cassandra wu-san/orphan in s3 i like literally cheered out loud 😭 shes one of my fave characters from dc comics in general, so i was already biased towards her and i really liked her depiction and the room they made for her arc

i'm actually not sure which character is the most like me... i think because i watched it so young a lot of the characters kind of made their way into my personality in one way or another. i think irl im most like dick but it could be wishful thinking 😅 i'm not as cool as he is for sure

season three.... i'm kind of on the fence about it? i will say though i think it was a little rough with the dialogue especially, and i definitely didn't bond as well with the outsiders as i did with the original team and then the s2 cast. violet was the most likeable of the group by far but i think i was really put off by the fact that they kept killing them 💀 like i get that you guys can do this now with the higher rating but there are better ways to show off your newfound creative freedom than repeatedly brutally killing them. it was offset with the majority of the other characters suffering from basically no visible injuries too- if they'd been hit with bruises or scrapes or broken bones or ANYTHING and reduced the harm dealt to vi then i would've been less urgh by it.

i also wish they'd introduced victor a bit earlier into the season instead of spending sooo much time with brion because cyborg's story felt a little tacked on at the end, and um i was annoyed by brion from the jump 😭😭 tried so hard to sympathise with him because to be fair he went through a Lot but he just kept being such an aggressive ass to like everyone. which i guess was the point.. didn't make it any more fun to watch though.

i do like that they kept with the huge mass of entangled threads of the plot that were to me the hallmarks of the earlier seasons, picking apart scenes to try and work out how things interconnect was always my favourite part. i think the cast of the show at this point for what they were trying to do and focus on may have exceeded the show's bounds though- it was still a compelling narrative but i imagine for a casual watcher who isnt as meticulously invested in who is who and can recognise adaptations of arcs from the comics it can get very confusing or frustrating. its hard because i Love the og cast too but i think with s3 they couldn't decide on letting them go or letting their new characters shine and it ended up muddying the waters a bit, with the outsiders suffering the most from it due to no nostalgia or prior narrative heft to keep them from looking secondary to the original members of the team.

with s4 they chose to throw their lot behind the old team, which i appreciated and it neatened the rough edges of the show more, but i do still miss the s2 cast quite badly so i actually kind of wish they'd kept expanding the cast but just narrowed focus onto the new characters for every season. the title of the show is young justice, so i personally would've liked to keep seeing a focus on the newer and rising heroes of each successive generation as opposed to returning again and again to the originals

sorry that this is such a wall of text 😅 but i think this is one of the shows that i could genuinely just like sit and talk about for ages and ages... even the characters i dont like at all have a fair amount of gravity and heft to them that i love. wally is still alive btw i will never stop believing 😤 get that man out of the speed force!

[honeyhonest]

leona............. 2, 5, 8, 21 cater..... 23, 7, 3 maleanor <333 2, 12, 24, 11, 14 sebek the silly guy 12, 2, 8

ask game woo hoo!!!

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

genuinely one of the more interesting characters in the game. once again the Guy with an Inferiority Complex becomes one of my favorites. don't read too much into that haha. I FUCKING WISH LEONA GOT TO TALK MORE ABOUT HIS IDEAS!!! it's teased so often but we don't get much more than throwaway lines in events. PLEASEEEE I wanna hear his political theory

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

darude sandstorm. ok no sorry I couldn't resist. umm

blue monday - new order

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

I think making him like, overly aggressive is a lil annoying. he's genuinely an okay guy just also kind of an ass

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

leona is always so easy to write for me. idk I think I have a good grip on his voice and mannerisms so his dialogue always feels natural he's like my best friend

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

cater... tsk tsk. I don't know. there's nothing he does that contradicts his character, so it's hard to say that I don't care for the excessive use of lingo, because that's important to his characterization. so, nothing? oh wait um his ssr cards are usually pretty mid like they just don't look as good as his in-game renders

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

always a fan of the meta-cater analysis. since he's not as popular as the housewardens, he isn't mischaracterized as much

23. Favorite picture of this character?

I like his autistic stimming

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

I think it's cute how much maleanor resembles malleus, in both looks and temperament. also her backstory with lilia was interesting and sweet etc

11. Would you date this character?

no she would intimidate me too much. I love beautiful women but realistically I can only date people I feel really comfortable with

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

I think she was raised fairly similar to how malleus was- her mother had little to do with her upbringing, and she was reared by the senate instead. very royalty-core

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

free my goth queen. she did all of that but I don't care

24. What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?

ohhh uhhhh man I have not been in a lot of scary lady fandoms... she's got a certain white witch of narnia fame energy

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

SEBEK IS SO SILLY!!!! FREE MY BOY HE DID ALL OF THAT BUT I DON'T CARE!!! his passion is adorable and he's got a lot of comedic potential while also being a very complex character

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

glossing over his obviously internalized racism and making him a sort of cartoonishly evil villain. like I get that there are lots of teenage boys (and girls) who act like this in real life and their behavior is still harmful, but like. sebek isn't real. fae (as in twst's) aren't real. and also this is a really interesting character trait to explore and I think yana has done an alright job with it. stop making him a villain and a stereotype I've seen this happen before and it's so fucking annoying. the joke is funny maybe one time in the narrative and then you're just beating a dead horse over what is obviously supposed to be a character flaw

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

I think he once accidentally bought a cheesy romance novel by mistake and read the whole thing anyway and really liked it. and then got scared and hid it behind his desk and told no one

[deathemayor]

i know my vocaloid survey is old news atp but i need to get something off of my chest that kind of annoyed me in the responses. cw for me being a petty bitch

so on my survey i specified at the beginning AND in the question where the responder can name any vsynth characters they knew that when the word vocaloid is used in the survey, it is inclusive of characters from other software. (i acknowledge there is a grammar error in the first pic that i didn't catch until now but i don't think the entire meaning of what is said is lost ?????)

and then in that very question i got responses like

guys. i literally said vocaloid is inclusive you don't need to clarify that you Know some characters aren't technically vocaloids. there were a few more examples, but i decided to give ppl clarifying their mention of fanloids (ie neru and haku) a pass since my disclaimer did mention technology and therefore implied voicebanks with their own unique voice. so fine. but man i don't understand this needless clarification.

i am not gonna judge you if you mention teto in a form about vocaloid. in fact i am INVITING you to mention her because while she is not released for VOCALOID, the Vocal Synthesis Editor, she is still intertwined with Vocaloid, the fandom culture surrounding synthesized vocals and therefore a perfectly valid connection to mention in the community.

you do not have to agree with how i use vocaloid (one responder made that clear in a weirdly passive aggressive tone despite my self-aware joking in the first which tbh just makes me more hostile towards the pedants both in the community and in my head about this terminology) but like. in this survey i have established how the word is used for absolute clarity. yet it seems like people ignore it, perhaps intentionally so to prove that they actually know what they're talking about.

it's a phenomenon in certain fandom spaces where people are like, obtuse to a joke or an established rule just so they can go "um actually" and show off their knowledge. it's a trap i have to stop myself from falling into. and as a result it just really bugs me when i see it in action. i am giving you the chance to get your head out of your ass and you only dig further in. urg

[kmze]

Thoughts on 6x01 - 6x11 THE BEST! Full disclosure this is my favorite season and rewatching it I remembered why because the show is just flowing like it rarely did the past few seasons and it's because the show went back to simple mythology and character moments. The prison world is new but not outlandish and the show takes it time explaining it so you get it. Tripp and his vampire hunter crew is something done a lot before but the twist of using the anti-magic border was a fresh take. The Gemini coven is great too because we were gradually introduced to the characters and the mythology so it's easy to follow. Everything just clicks! Bamon and Steroline are both awesome dynamics getting tons of focus and I don't even hate DE! The season definitely moves slower than ones in the past but IMO that is a good thing. There's so much care given to character moments and I really enjoyed a lot of the dialogue for everyone, to me this is TVD at it's peak, it worked for the same reasons S2 did. All my gushing below!

6x01

That guy was like “I have seen what they do to black characters on this show absolutely not you go check” lol.

Liv is the best, forever mad she died she would have loved her niece Lizzie. LivTyler (yes I know it’s commonly referred to as Parkwood but I do what I want) was such a cute ship they were like early Forwood if Caroline was cynical.

Elena being a drug addict to see Damon was a choice…

Caroline gets intense reactions out of Stefan too as seen here. Sorry not sorry but if you can’t see him breaking his phone from gripping it just by seeing her name didn’t mean she affected him the most I can’t help you. He could take Ric and Elena’s call because he knew he could fool them, but Caroline he can’t, not even over the phone.

Oh suddenly Elena hates being a vampire again RME. Gee I wonder if this is for plot reasons since they knew Nina was leaving (or at least knew it was a possibility) and they wanted her to end her story human.

Bamoncakes!

6x02

Um I’m pretty sure it is Matt’s house since his name is on the deed if we want to get specific here Jeremy.

Stefan has zero tact with Ivy LMFAO like why are you in my house unless we’re having sex. Truly such a jerk.

The Bamon 1994 Prison World plot was SUCH A GOOD IDEA! Rewatching you definitely feel how repetitive stuff gets and it felt like the world building became too extreme but this was so different. They went a simpler way to do a mystery plot and I actually think it helped the show have one of its best seasons ever (personally my favorite). Also the fact that they put two characters together who always had an air of animosity between them but also kind of an understanding and let that chemistry do its thang! It’s just so good!

Someone should tell Damon and Bonnie you’re not supposed to look directly at the sun during a solar eclipse.

The awkward dinner party is cracking me up! Between Enzo going out of his way to make Stefan uncomfortable and the passive aggressiveness between Stefan and Caroline, to Ivy’s complete confusion I don’t know what makes me laugh more.

You tell him Carebear!

That damn necklace lol it just keeps coming back! I’m not as annoyed about them saying Elena fell in love with Damon in 3x01 like I used to be anymore. I think because I don’t really and truly don't care about the triangle AT ALL (and I don't have to knowing the ending)! Elena is so wishy washy it makes sense, like yep she loved them both at the same time.

6x03

I know this is unpopular but I genuinely love when Stefan is just a dick LMFAO! So much of Stefan in the earlier seasons was like romantic compassionate facade, but like deep down he’s kind of a jerk! And he loves having vampire powers as you can see here, he's just a weirdo masochist and wouldn't allow himself to use them as punishment for giving up on Damon.

Oh they baited SE big time with that scene in the hallway!

I do enjoy watching Stefan and Caroline become more and more uncomfortable about Elena’s voluntary brain damage. "It's important that we let Elena live her new, happy, problem ignoring, zombie life the way she wants" LMFAO

Caroline I love you to death but sorry girl, lying is not a new thing for Stefan! Being a liar is completely on brand for him.

CRYING at Tyler walking away as soon as he saw Caroline was ready to fight Elena. He was like nope I know that condescending judgmental tone very well, deuces!

HIYA KAI! FINALLY a good villain again!

Did Liam just insinuate that Elena’s type is red flags because CTFU! Liam you were great I’m glad you survived.

The scene where Bonnie gets her magic back to save Damon from Kai is so (!!!!) what a moment!

I love how Stefan just spills his guts to Caroline about all his bullshit coping methods as soon as she corners him. Yeah he walks away (and I know antis love using it in their gifsets) but the whole scene you see how hard it is for him to look her in the eye. Also definitely felt some jealousy from Elena watching it all unfold, which girl take a seat!

6x04

Why is Kai eating jelly with his hand!?!

I’m sorry but Stefan had the WEIRDEST SYSTEMS EVER!! Two on full display here with his constant desire to push his animal diet on others who aren’t bloodoholics, and getting health insurance (???) to start over. Stefan being like you can be anyone you want because this lunatic just loves pretending to be a different person every few decades. He’s just so insane, I become more and more aware of it as the show goes on.

The fake Stelena proposal is so hilarious I love how they keep upping each other in soap opera drama.

*heavy sigh* I'm not sure if they cast Monique before they cast Gail so they had to cast a black woman since Monique is biracial and we know Zach was white but it's like again AGAIN the black woman dies a painful death.

Bonnie and Kai have really good chemistry I’M JUST SAYING!

Damon murdering a pregnant woman was definitely the worst thing he ever did. I do love the shots in this scene with Bonnie eating pancakes look at Damon telling him there’s hope for him. The writers are really feeling this story.

Kinda feel like Stefan only agreed to show Elena his “moving on system” because she had brain damage and he figured he could trick her. Almost got away with it too!

6x05

Man the little look between Stefan and Caroline when he’s like “you’ll never have to deal with me again” “is that what you think I want” gets me every-time! Such a subtle moment.

HA! Alaric’s story throwing shade at Elena was funny!

Caroline how did you fall for that!

CTFU at Damon yelling “BONNIE” after she murders Kai and taps her on the shoulder. Like dammit what did you do but also it’s okay please don’t hurt me.

You go Caroline invoking the D-word to get Stefan to pull his head out of his ass. Love when she says "who are you right now?!" you done fucked up Stefan! This meta explains it well.

Liv killing that guy to save Tyler from triggering his werewolf curse was a great scene.

Elena amazed at modern medicine is so hilarious WHAT IS WRONG WITH HER! You mean people can be healed without vampire blood? This is brand new information!

And look at that! Stefan finally admitted he’s not handling anything well after he made Caroline give up on him.

6x06

The Dalaric scene is funny, I enjoyed that.

Jo and Elena’s friendship was cute. Really wish Jo had lived she was such a nice addition to the show. Just a great character all around.

Stripping a vampire of their magic with the border makes a hell of a lot more sense than the cure ever did!

I’m over everyone apologizing to Elena because she chose to compel away her memories of Damon. Play stupid games win stupid prizes!

I love how Stefan jolts out of his seat when he sees Caroline! Kinda like when he got down on one knee to propose before she even turned around lol. The shot of Stefan dejected and lowering his head in front of the lamp store is gorgeous.

6x07

Caroline is so excited to get to be anti-Delena again! Like finally Elena is on her side!

The way Caroline says “good bye” trying to close the door on Stefan cracks me up. He even tried using his old tricks of “I’m here to protect” you and Caro told him to kick rocks! What's wrong Stefan never had to actually work for forgiveness before huh?

Great job so far this season mixing up the “special events contrived to get a bunch of characters together” formula. They’ve used new locations and since they can’t enter MF it’s not all the characters in one spot so feels less contrived.

If Stefan didn’t have feelings for Caroline’s he had every opportunity to STFU after she told him to. But he didn’t he kept pushing.

The Bonkai scenes are straight from a horror movie and I have to say bravo they are so unsettling to watch.

Enzo does have a flair for the dramatic surprise death.

Caroline's speech is my favorite speech ever on this show because I just love how vulnerable yet strong she is in her opinion, which is so rare for women on this show. I have no time for the criticism of it either and how it's "regression" kindly eat a dick. This is a HUGE moment for Caroline because she's saying I don't care about being THE ONE, I've been the one (with Tyler) and now I want THE ONE for me. Caroline being in love with Stefan more than any of her other love interests has nothing to do with him putting her first or him being the one who treats her the best it's about the fact that she wants him because he makes her feel THE MOST! And that's what her list was about, she says yeah I thought you were worth having a thing for how could I not?! Because during her darkest time he told her she’d get through it and protect her and he did, and it’s why should couldn’t imagine Elena would let someone like him go. And while she's so confident in her feelings she's also not going to sit there and not get the respect that she deserves. Caroline is very aware of Stefan's bullshit (they are best friends) and he needs to earn back her trust if he wants it, but she's fine either way. And you notice that when Stefan uses manipulation to see her (asking her Mom for help, saying he's there to protect her) she give him shit, but when he's honest with her (that he pushed her away the most) she starts to thaw. I mean this is SUCH a drastic change from S3 when he terrorized Elena for half a season and then got sad over her kissing Damon and she just like got over it. Fuck around and find out Stefan! Love Caroline’s styling here, it’s the same colors she wore in 6x03 but now she’s more covered up, because she’s put a wall up to protect herself (just like the song lyrics). WHAT A MOMENT!

Damon and Elena don’t even bother me this season. They’re just kinda there but they don’t interfere with stuff I like and Damon isn’t the worst person in the world.

Damon finding Ms Cuddles!! So many great scenes this season.

6x08

The flashbacks to Kai murdering his family is another instance of fantastic horror aesthetic used this season, feels like I'm watching a slasher film

Bonnie’s poor wig!

Caroline’s styling has been absolutely amazing so far! Her hair is always gorgeously curled and I really like her eye makeup.

Stefan’s face when he finds out Damon was invited to Friendsgiving and he wasn’t ASCSGGXHVFJFJK!

Damon’s pure joy at mocking Stefan for not realizing Caroline had feelings for him is such good brotherly teasing. And Stefan keeps getting more and more bitter, I don’t get how people can’t tell he’s all sensitive because he’s afraid he lost Caroline forever. He kicked a fucking teddy bear people!

OMG THEY TOTALLY FORGOT A MUNDANE WAS IN THE ROOM!

This LivTyler scene is so cute it reminds me of the S2 Forwood scene, I definitely think it was meant as a parallel. I know people always think that’s a bad thing and they’re ripping off scenes but I’ve come to see it as more of an homage in certain circumstances, this would be one of them.

The way things are shot this season is so nice, more than any other season I feel like I’m getting scene after scene with moody lighting, great music and closeups. The leftovers scene is like this, the lighting is great and there’s that one nice scenery shot of them standing in the hallway. There’s a lot of care put into the scene like Stefan keeps moving closer and looking her in the eyes when he tells Caroline he pushed her away the most, which is the opposite of earlier when he kept moving away and not looking at her. The moment where he opens his mouth in awe and become speechless is great too really sells that epiphany moment of oh yeah I do have feelings for her.

6x09

Serious question are Damon and Stefan homeless right now? I have not seen them in an actual apartment

I mean you kind of did complain when he ruined it Damon but I approve of you constantly giving him shit about it.

I do not think Tyler would oppose saving Bonnie like he did to protect Liv. Especially because Liv wanted to do it she wasn’t doing it via duress.

YES Elena tried to make it about herself and Damon was like, don’t care let’s go save Bonnie.

I love the sassy way Stefan opens the diner door.

Enzo has killed two women of color this season for truly NO REASON besides being mad at Stefan and I'm just like... this is really the best we could do for Bonnie's true love?

Why don’t they met Bonnie halfway?!

I really hate that they made Bonnie stay stuck in the prison world until friggin episode 15. She should have gotten out now her friends should have actually saved her for once.

6x10

Stefan with the Christmas light LMFAO like a puppy!

Matt keeps saying Enzo’s gonna be dead and listen show stop threatening me with a good time if you won’t deliver it!

We might have been able to know if vampire blood could cure cancer if someone didn’t BURN ALL THEIR DAD’S RESEARCH on it for no fucking reason!

The snowglobe! Love how this became one of their "things" because both of them ended up being people who no matter where they went Mystic Falls was home and they always found their way back there. They always find their way back "home" (each other).

I hate sad Christmas Bonnie but the shot of her at the Christmas tree in 1994 intersped with Jeremy at the Christmas tree in the present is very nicely shot and sweet.

I think JP made a point to fix DE this season after Dries dragged them through the filth last season. The fact that Damon walked away from Elena and didn’t lash out felt specifically like they were righting that from last season. This is probably my favorite Damon season and while I’m 100% in the Bamon camp (and I’d argue Bonnie is the one who actually got through to him on changing) he is being very sweet with Elena and I swear I’m not being condescending.

6x11

OMG that is some next level foreshadowing with Damon saying he let Ric turn his house into Hogwarts!

Finally Elena using her vampire powers to defend herself!

I really love that Luke keeps taking Liv away from Damon & Co. because he is not here for her being their new go-to witch for all their problems. Stand your ground Luke!

Of course Caroline conducts her experiment on a black guy since he’s going to die a painful death.

The Delena scene where she jokes with him about dying (like her weirdo ex lol) is really funny and cute but it’s also so beautifully shot! Paul did a really great job with this episode but that scene in particular was just really stunning.

PORCH SCENE FINALLY ITS BEEN SO LONG

I cannot with the way Stefan takes Caroline’s hand and she gasps and looks at him like he’s a fucking Disney Prince! She’s so so so in love with him!

Lines that made me laugh

Damon: Sorry I killed Bonnie. But she was the most annoying person in the world. She wouldn't shut up. She just kept talking. (so funny but even Bonnie knows that's not true you luff her!)

Kai: 555-HIYA-KAI No way I'm giving those digits up (LMFAO I agree Kai as someone old enough to remember pagers)

Matt: I’m sorry I was confused about which vampires we like and which ones we don’t ASXSDGXDHGCB (HE'S GOT A POINT!)

[womanpl3aser]

Dom!Ellie x sub!reader

Minors dni, especially men istg. JUST NO.

sexual. Just sexual.

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It was a night out. As always. You and Ellie were hanging out with her friends after a boring day of just scrolling on ur phones or watching a serie for the 5th time in a row a day.

U were enjoying urself until that one annoying dude called Owen decided to pick on u for the dress u were wearing. 'That dress's too short for you.' 'better watch out for these old creepy dudes' he said in a playful tone but Ellie on the other hand didnt buy it. Yeah he had surely made jokes for u and her being together in an 'innocent' way but today it was e.n.o.u.g.h

'You better watch your fucking mouth u dirty scum bag' Ellie spat out not caring if Owen would get offended. 'the fuck did u jus-' before he knew it Ellie grabbed him by his coat making everyone around the club back up including her friends.

''I- im s-sorr..' 'spit it out u fucker' Ellie said it but in a tone ud never hear. Oh man, she was really tired of his bullshit.

Owen managed to break free from Ellies grip which led her to give him a glare that could literally poke a hole in his eyes. 'I- i guess ill leave.. Its pretty late heh' was all he said before he sprinted out without caring if he looked pathetic.

'Are you alright babe?' Ellie said to u snapping u from ur internal shock of what had just happened. 'Oh, um yeah im fine els dont worry' ud slightly smile to her

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The drive home was really awkward. None of u had much to say after that night's drama. You were mostly happy that this happened bcs Owen wouldn't be up ur ass neither ellies but on the other side kind of shocked because ud never seen Ellie get that stern with somebody.

After u both arrived home u decided to speak up first 'thanks els, but u really didn't need to get that ma-' she caught u off by her now low voice. 'Oh yes I had to.' U slightly gulped and gave her an off smile. You both decided to take a shower but instead of that it ended up the other way around..

You were taking off your clothes while Ellie was cleaning her hands and before u could even realize she was behind u. Oh fuck. Her hips against ur ass before she gripped the flesh of it.

You yelped by the sudden grab which turned on Ellie even more.

'What was that babe?' She whispered in your ear 'els.. not right now plea-' she suddenly cut u off 'if not now then when?' U didn't answer because u were either too scared or wanted to see how it'd end. 'So now u decided not to be too noisy huh? Yeah? That's how u wanna do until I fuck u dumb with my fucking cock.'

Your eyes widened at her touch of her boney slim fingers on ur waist. She harshly turned u around to face her and to also see your pretty tits hanging around there. 'Fuck els. You're irresistible.' Was all u managed to say, she giggled 'yeah, now bend that ass over and wait for me' u quickly did what she said.

After 5 minutes from digging in the box under your shared bed she finally came. Strapped on with her 7 inch purple transparent cock. 'Cmn y/n u better get that little pussy ready fo' me'.

You instantly felt an ache in your core that was slowly growing more and more. 'Els.. please.. I wanna feel u in m-' u couldn't even finish your sentence because of ellie's aggressive thrust into you 'guess the cat got your tongue' she playfully laughed along with ur low whimpers.

5 minutes in and u were already falling apart. 'O-oh my.. ellie.. I think I am ab-bout t-t- to come..' ellie knew it before u said it because of your pussy clenching around her cillicone cock that was attached to her hips and clit. 'You don't get to cum until I say so.' Your eyes widened because you knew if you did otherwise ud get a loooong long punishment. 'E-els nghhh.. I can't.. ' 'oh yes u can my slut'

Another 5 minutes of her not telling u to come. It was pure torture 'eeeels..' ud whine and she cover ur mouth with her palm. 'Fuck.. fine whore. Be good for mommy and let that pretty little pussy of urs come all over my cock.' Her words instantly gave u a relief of that knot in ur lower stomach being released. 'A-aah baby I'm cumming..' was all u managed to say to her. After you came down from ur orgasm ellie wouldn't stop her thrusts. Instead. She'd grab ur waist and push u deeper into her. 'I-i can't take it anymore..' 'yeah? Can't take mommy's cock anymore? Well too bad. Ull learn to do so.' Ur eyes widened as u felt a sudden orgasm washing all over u. U were seeing stars and ur muffled moans under her palm were even worse. 'Shit baby. U got so fucking wet. Good fucking job.' After u came down for another orgasm u breathed heavily and said 'all thanks to u baby' with loud panting.

Ellie slowly pulled out of u and there when u felt empty. Out of nowhere she pushed back into u causing a desperate,loud moan to come out of u 'FUCK. ELLIE. AAH.' 'that's what happens when u don't pay attention my slut.' She started going in and out slowly and fast each time. Your legs were trembling and wanted to give up but ellie held them. 'O-o-oh my- aaah fuck.' As u were about to come for the 3rd time she pulled out of u. Eyes filled with tears u whined like a desperate puppy 'shshsh atta girl. Don't be an impatient whore.' Ellie kneeled infront of ur pussy 'she's so fucking wet' (she referred ur pussy as her) as she collected some juicies from ur slit and reached for ur mouth 'Suck.' U did it with no second thoughts and ellie absolutely enjoyed every moment of it 'Good girl' she praised u and suddenly ur clit felt that eagerness to be sucked. 'Els p-please touch me' was all u said and ellie dived in. U grabbed a fistful of her auburn hair and pushed her face more in. 'A-ah right there' 'shut up bun' she said muffled and pussy drunk. She toyed with your clit until u felt u another knot forming in. 'Els,I'm about t-to c-come..' Ellie suddenly stopped eating u out and pushed 3 fingers inside of u. Your grip on her hair instantly tighten only for her to groan(she loves having her hair pulled by u) 'fuck baby' she felt her core dripping from her boxers. 'Let's go to the bedroom..'

And oh fuck. This was going to be an exhausting yet satisfying night

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(WROTE THIS AT 8AM N WAS SLEEPY I APOLOGIZE FOR ANY MISTAKES OR IF IT WAS TOO SHORT)