#i’m making this joke but i’m also scared that’s exactly what i’ll write

[faewoozi]

three things i have in the works and one i’m on the fence about.

- dept store! ot13 ( taken from my fond memories of working at target because it’ll be funny and the plot will be questionable at best but there will be smut and ghosts maybe )

- continuing the college + supernatural powers au i started with dk. i’m halfway done with writing the hoshi x telepathy one and i think after that will be mingyu or jun.

- hallmark movie au! ot13 tis the season for a woman quitting her high powered job to return to her small town and her ex/childhood friend/high school crush/best friends brother/parents farmhand — runs the— bakery/tree farm/vet clinic/hardware store/horse ranch in town and somehow the town is — going bankrupt/losing businesses/in dismay because the annual whatever festival lost it’s very important thing/being threatened by some random angry old guy/needs a lawyer for unspecified reasons that don’t matter because you’re a lawyer — and we’re all gonna fix the town, realize why we left our stressful high powered job and run that horse ranch with our childhood bestie ex high school sweet heart next door neighbor farmhand.

now the thing i’m on the fence about. i was going to do a whole paranormal agency thing ala xfiles and it was either going to be with everyone or just a mingyu x wonu x reader thing. can’t decide i go back and forth and write out stuff for both of them. so i might put a pin in that until my brain gets it together.

[worldlxvlys]

hey babe, i love ur writing its acc soo amazing. can you write about like chris or matt seeing you at one of their hockey games and while you were talking to some other guy, they score and do a celebration for you and obvi you don't see so they get pissed and then after the game they see you talking to the guy again and then they come up to you and grab your arm, pulling you into the locker room and then they yk fuck you for like three rounds and them they pocket your underwear and make you walk up to the guy you were talking to before and talk to them, but you're yk walking or limping and the guy notices and the you can do whatever you want

also this could be for either matt or chris or even nate

attention

chris sturniolo x reader

warnings: smuttt (don’t read if you don’t like), p in v, cream pie, oral (fem receiving), cursing, semi- public sex

a/n: i did chris cause i feel like i’ve seen so many hockey matt fics

ummm yeah hope you like :)

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i watched as chris skated on the ice, my eyes never leaving him. the game was pretty close, but chris was playing really well tonight.

i felt someone tap my shoulder, making me turn towards them, and breaking my gaze on chris.

“hey” i was greeted by a guy that looked to be around the same age as me. he was a tall brunette, with green eyes.

“um, hi” i said, confused.

“sorry, um i just- do you recognize me?” i narrowed my eyes at him, now even more confused.

i’ve never seen this kid a day in my life before.

“um, should I?”

“ i’ll take that as a no. i sit a few rows back from you in history”

well this is awkward as hell.

“ohhh shit, sorry! yeah, yeah you’re…” i trailed off, waiting for him to say his name.

“blake” he finished.

“blake! yes, yeah! sorry, i’m a little out of it today” i said awkwardly.

this is why i don’t talk to people.

“yeah, no worries. i get it, you pay attention to the teacher, why would you even be facing the back?” he said, trying to justify me not knowing him.

i really really don’t like talking to people.

“exactly” i said, before starting to turn back to the game. before i could, he starting talking again.

“yeah! very studious of you. i’m normally just staring at the back of your head” he said, chuckling a little.

i really want to side-eye the shit out of this kid.

“hmm, normally i’m paying more attention to my boyfriend. you know, the kid who sits next to me?”

hopefully this kid takes the god damn hint.

“oh, chris, right?” i nodded my head.

“isn’t he like, a player, or something? you sure he’s the right guy for you? ”

i just side-eyed him.

this kid isn’t real, there is no way he just said that shit.

“it was a joke! sorry, i just wanted to get you to laugh. don’t take it too seriously” he nudged me with his elbow.

i should’ve sat next to nick, he would have a comeback that would scare this kid off.

suddenly, the crowd went crazy. as i went to turn towards the game to see what happened, blake grabbed my shoulder making me turn towards him.

“listen, i’m sorry that wasn’t funny! i’m kinda just trying to impress you” he admitted.

“jokes are usually funny, that was not” his smile dropped. “not that it’s any of your business, but chris treats me well. i’m not interested in anyone else”

he didn’t say anthing else, so i turned back to the game. which is now over.

fuck. this dumbass made me miss the rest of the game.

i looked closer, realizing chris’s entire team was slapping chris on the back and giving him high fives.

i looked at the score, his team won by one point.

fuck. chris scored the winning point, and i missed it.

chris happened to look over at me, locking eyes as his jaw clenched.

oh, he’s pissed.

CHRIS’S POV

i scanned the crowd, looking for a particular person.

when i finally found her, someone was standing next to her.

who is this kid?

whatever, it doesn’t matter. i have to focus.

the game is so close, all we need is a score and we can win.

when i saw an opportunity to score the point, i took the shot and made it.

i just scored the winning point.

“YEAHHHHHH” i yelled, starting to celebrate.

i looked in her direction, wanting to see her reaction.

what the fuck.

she was facing towards that random kid, his hand on her shoulder.

she didn’t even see.

was she ever even watching the game?

i saw matt and nate, along with the rest of my teammates skate towards me.

i was graced with multiple “congrats, dude” and pats on the back. i didn’t even care, all i could focus on was her.

when i looked back at her, we locked eyes. her face dropped as she realized how angry i was.

i just rolled my eyes and turned away.

READER’S POV

i waited right next to the locker rooms, where we usually meet after chris’s games were finished.

suddenly, i heard blake’s voice again.

he just won’t stop.

“hey, you waiting for chris?” he asked.

“yup.” i kept my response short, looking for chris.

“yeah, that was some game-winning goal, huh?” he asked.

i turned towards him, “how would you know? you were never even focused on the game, you were too busy trying to get my attention”

“i-“ before he could even finish, my arm was grabbed and i was pulled into the locker room.

i didn’t even have to look to know it was chris.

he pushed me up against a set of lockers, “ i scored the winning point” he said as he looked into my eyes. “but you didn’t see that, huh? too busy talking to that kid”

i didn’t say anything, too shocked to speak.

“hmm, lost your voice, baby? or are you just having trouble paying attention to me?”

“no.” i answered.

“no? no, what?”

“i’m sorry chris, he just wouldn’t leave me alone. i told him i had a boyfriend”

“yeah? is that why he had his hand on your shoulder?”

“chris, i’m sorry” he pulled my hoodie over my head, sucking on my neck until it left marks.

“chris, what if someone walks in?” i asked, worried someone would see us.

we were in the very back of the locker room, but we were still out in the open.

“nobody has a locker back here, so as long as you’re quiet, there’s nothing to worry about.”

he unclasped my bra, taking one nipple in his mouth, while squeezing the other in his hand.

“shit, chris” i moaned. he lightly bit my nipple. “fuck!”

“didn’t i just say you have to be quiet? i swear to god if someone comes back here i’m not stopping.” he said as he continued to lick and suck.

my head fell back into the locker, as one of his hands snuck past the waistband of my sweatpants and into my underwear.

i gasped as i covered my mouth with my hand.

he rubbed circles on my clit, as he continued his work on my tits.

“think he could make you feel this good?” he whispered into my ear.

i didn’t open my mouth, scared a moan would spill out.

he inserted two fingers into me. “answer me.”

“fuck, no no no. no one can, just you chris” i whispered.

suddenly, he pulled away and pulled my underwear and sweatpants down.

he brought me over to a bench and laid me over his lap. the bench was wide enough that i could position myself on my hands and knees without falling off.

he slapped my ass, making me whine, and rubbed it after.

he spit into his hand before rubbing my clit with his thumb.

“shit, chris”

“remind me, whose pussy is this?” he asked. i couldn’t see his face, but i’m sure he wore a smug grin on it.

“yours, chris” he slapped my clit, making me jolt forward.

“fuck” i whispered.

he continued to rub my clit with one hand while inserting his middle and index fingers into my pussy.

“FUCK CHRIS” i yelled out, not even caring about being loud.

his fingers moved in me at an abnormally fast pace. i didn’t even know anyone could move their fingers that fast.

i approached my orgasm quickly. “chris! CHRIS! i’m gonna-“

“go ahead cum, on my fingers ma”

my legs started to shake uncontrollably, and i clutched the bench under me for dear life.

“ oh FUCK! FUCK, FUCK, FUUUUCK, CHRISSS” my voice shook as my entire body twitched.

he continued to assault my pussy with his fingers. “oh my god, chris” i moaned as i reached behind me to pull his hand away.

he slapped my clit, making me cry out and move my hand away “you know your safeword”

he maneuvered my legs so that he was in between them and without another word, he gripped my thighs and began to run his tongue through my folds.

i couldn’t contain the loud moans coming out of my mouth as he shook his head from side to side, completely suffocating himself.

my legs instinctively closed around his face, as i squirmed and whimpered.

his nose rubbed against my clit as he moaned into my pussy, sending me over the edge.

“CHRIS- CHRIS I’M CUMMING” i yelled as i finished on his face.

when he pulled away his face was covered in my cum, his eyeblack smudged all over his face.

that is hot as fuck.

he quickly took off his gear and underclothes, leaving him naked.

he placed me on my back at the end of the bench and stood between my legs.

he pumped himself a few times and lined himself up with me and pushed himself in.

“hmmmmm” i whined as he groaned out, “so fucking tight. look at how perfectly i fit in you, this pussy was fucking made for me” he mumbled.

he didn’t even give me a chance to adjust, pounding into me mercilessly.

this side of chris was driving me absolutely insane. he looked too good snapping his hips into mine, lust-clouded eyes, his face red and sweaty.

my head fell back, and my eyes squeezed shut.

“open those pretty eyes, you’re gonna pay attention to me this time” he growled.

he growled.

i’m losing my fucking mind.

suddenly, he increased his speed and thrusted into me with all his force.

“ my GOD, CHRIS” my eyes rolled into the back of my head.

he reached down and started to rub my clit.

“what did i tell you about those eyes”

“sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry” i repeated it like it was a mantra.

he started to squeeze my boob with his other hand.

i started to twitch again, clenching around him over and over again.

“fuck ma” he groaned before painting my walls with his cum, launching me into my orgasm.

i moaned his name over and over again before cumming all over his cock.

he then picked me up, and held me up against a locker fucking me against it.

“chris! chris! sensitive, i- FUCK” he groaned into my ear as he continued to slide in and out of me.

he lifted up my leg, letting him directly hit my g-spot.

suddenly, the locker room door opened. footsteps could be heard, but they were nowhere near us.

chris covered my mouth with his hand, his nose pressed against mine as he stared into my eyes, almost daring me to make noise.

he continued to fuck me into the lockers, his speed increasing.

there was rustling, before a locker door closed. and the footsteps retreated.

i silently gasped into his hand, and he rubbed my clit, making me grip onto his biceps.

as soon as i heard the locker room door close, signifying that the person left, i let out a scream.

“CHRIS I’M GONNA CUM, GONNA CUMMM”

“fuck, give it to me baby” he said as my front half shot up, and i wrapped my arms around chris’s shoulders.

my juices shot out onto chris’s cock, and he released his load into me.

he fucked me through my high, giving a few more thrusts.

when he pulled out, our cum dripped out of me and down my leg.

“here, i’ll help you get dressed” he handed me all of my clothes, except my underwear.

“chris, you didn’t give me my underwear” i said, my voice hoarse from all of the screaming i did.

“i know, i’ll be holding onto that” he said as he put them in his pocket.

“now c’mon, we gotta get you dressed so we can go talk to our friend”

oh. that’s not good.

i didn’t argue, knowing it would make things worse.

once we finished getting dressed, chris grabbed his stuff.

as we started to walk towards the door, my legs started to shake slightly.

fuck. i can barely walk.

“you ok, ma?” chris asked with a slight smirk on his face.

i just narrowed my eyes at him, making him chuckle.

when we left the locker room, there blake stood. directly across from the locker rooms.

i know this kid did not sit here and wait for me.

i glanced over at chris, and he motioned for me to go up to him.

i slowly limped over to him, chris not too far behind me.

“hey” i said to him.

his eyes widened, noticing the limp, as he took in our features. the hickeys all over my neck, my shaky legs, the sweat all over chris’s face, and our messy hair.

“um…hey” blake said.

i nodded, slowly and awkwardly.

chris then stepped in.

“hey, i’m chris. her boyfriend. what’d ya think of the game?” chris asked with a head tilt and a smirk on his face.

“uh, yeah! n-no, great, awesome game! you’re a great hockey player”

this kid is fucking shaking in his boots.

“really? that’s crazy! i didn’t realize you were able to watch the game by staring at my girlfriend!” he said sarcastically.

blake’s eyes widened.

“i didn’t know, sorry”

“you didn’t know she was my girlfriend? alright well, now you do” he got closer to him. “and if you ever forget, i swear to god you’ll end up with a lot more than a black eye, got it ?”

blake just nodded.

“great, walk away” he waisted no time in doing exactly that, getting away as quickly as he could.

i turned to chris.

“hey, i’m really sorry i didn’t see your big moment. i genuinely was trying to pay attention, he just wouldn’t leave me alone”

he gave me a kiss to my cheek, “it’s ok baby, i don’t think we have to worry about him doing it again” we laughed together.

“he looked like he was gonna piss himself” he grinned at me while he wrapped his arm around my waist.

“ok, c’mon ma. gotta find my family” just as he said that, they came into view.

chris helped me walk over, as i was still limping.

nick and matt just looked at us and shook their heads.

“you two are fucking disgusting”

“whatever, let’s go”

matt stopped us, “ hold up, i gotta get my stuff from the locker room”

chris and i glanced at each other.

“yeah, you dirty fuckers i saw you two go in there, which is why i waited” he said as he walked in the direction of the locker rooms.

we looked at each other and busted out laughing, trying to catch our breath.

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…hope you like <333

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hic-cup

Author’s Note: sending get-well-soon vibes to anyone currently experiencing the hiccups. 😔😂

hic-cup

Hashira x Reader, Kamaboko x Reader

Word Count: ~1,100

CW: dark humor

Emergency Request Fulfilled: Recently work has been very hectic, and I've been a little anxious about personal things...I really would like something cute! If possible, could you either do the Hashira, KNY squad, or the upper moons (you can pick! You write all of them super well!) With a reader who has bad, but very cute, hiccups?

~faqs~

When you have the hiccups…

… Zenitsu thinks you’re dying. Well. Not really, but the way you gasp for air and clutch your chest has him worried and running to get you water nonetheless. If you lie down on the floor, then he will lie down with you and press his ear to your heart, listening for irregularities.

… Inosuke’s overwhelmed by the urge to poke and squish and smoosh and squeeze you. “Stop that!” he growls, arms crossed irritatedly. “Stop wh-*hiccup*-what?” you huff. “THAT!” he shouts, pointing an accusing finger at you, “You sound so, so, so-” “So what?” “SO CUTE.” Eyes widening, your cheeks warm, nose scrunching, “Ino-*hiccup*suke, I-” “It’s like you want me to pop you,” he grumbles. “Pop me?????” “Stop being adorable so I can stop wanting to kill you.”

… Gyomei simply smiles every time you hiccup. Do not ask him to smack them out of you… a broken rib (or three) is much worse than the hiccups. “Pleeease? They won’t go awaaay!” “My love, you really shouldn’t ask me to harm you.” “Harm me?!” you scoff, “Don’t you have control or something?” Affronted, he nods slowly, “I suppose I have control…” “SO HIT ME.” Sighing, he lightly pats your back, whiiich doesn’t help, but it’s the thought that counts!

… Obanai pretends to be annoyed, but is lowkey disappointed when they eventually go away. “Shut up,” he scowls, glaring as you do your best to swallow another hiccup. “Can’t,” you mutter, flicking his shoulder, “They won’t g-*hiccup*-go away.” “Then I’ll make them,” he mutters darkly. “Oh really?” you raise an eyebrow, amused now, “And how exactly will you make them go away?” His mouth opens, closes, and opens again, exhaling loudly in defeat. “Admit it, they’re kinda cute,” you grin, nudging his side, “I’m kinda cute.” He doesn’t respond, opting instead to quickly peck your cheek, blushing profusely even as his glare deepens.

… Tanjirou has a plethora of ideas to ~help you. From having you chug a glass of cold water, finding a paper bag for you to breathe into, slicing a lemon for you to bite into, attempting to jump scare you, and making you hold your breath until you nearly pass out, he’s ultimately sorely defeated by your hiccups’ persistence. Hiccups 1: Tanjirou 0. When they finally disappear, you promptly credit his expertise and efforts, regardless of how delayed their effectiveness was.

… Mitsuri giggles until she also ends up with the hiccups. You’re just so darn beautiful, and your hiccups sound so darn happy! Like yawning near each other, if one of you hiccups, then the other is bound to follow.

… Shinobu offers you a sympathetic, “Oh dear,” paired with a fond smile, and continues about her day. If they’re persistent, then she’ll utilize the placebo effect in an attempt to help aka she’ll give you “medicine” (it’s sugar water, but sometimes it helps). Occasionally, she’ll ~threaten you, “If you hiccup again, then no kisses!” to a lesser degree of success, but it’s mostly endearing to watch you try so hard and fail so miserably (if this actually bothers you, then she only does it once, but it’s really just an inside joke).

… Kyojuro tries to get himself to hiccup too, but the man is Hiccup Proof™. “What’s your secret?!” you whine playfully, pouting as another hiccup jolts your body, “I swear you inhale all your meals, but never experience the hiccups!” “I keep nothing from you,” he frowns slightly, pressing a reassuring kiss to your cheek, “If I could provide better help, then I certainly would!” “Kyo, it was a rhetorical question.” “Rhetorical or not, if I knew a secret, then I would tell you!” “Sooo remind me to never tell you any secrets,” you chuckle, eyebrow raising pointedly. “My love, your secrets are safe with me!” he exclaims earnestly. “Just not anyone else’s?” you drawl teasingly. He pauses to consider your remark, and then shrugs nonchalantly, “Precisely.”

… Sanemi taxes you, and it increases exponentially. “Pay up,” he smirks, palm held upright toward you, “I heard that.” “Y’know, hiccuping isn’t a crime,” you mutter. “And you didn’t have to play along,” he grins smugly, “But you did.” “Well I felt badly about distracting you,” you retort, frowning as a thought occurs to you, “Although, now you’ve changed tasks completely!” “Have I?” he questions lightly, eyes widening innocently. “Yeah, all you’re focusing on is my hiccups and extorting me for spare change!” “If you stop hiccuping, then I could return to my earlier task.” “I can’t just st-*hiccup*-stop!” you whine, still dropping more coins into his hand, “You’re the worst.” “I love you,” he deadpans, winking as he pockets your money, “Maybe I’ll buy you something nice with my extra income.”

… Muichiro says, “Bless you,” after every single one. “But Muichiro, I didn’t snee-*hiccup*-sneeze!” “Bless you.” “Why are you-” “When you sneeze, for a moment, your soul leaves your body, and the blessing is to prevent it from being stolen, yes?” … “Yes?” “When you hiccup, are you not running the same risk?” … “No?” Unperturbed, he shrugs, smiling faintly, “Well, I appreciate you and your hiccups, so I suppose blessing you is my way of expressing my appreciation.”

… Giyuu’s constantly startled, even when you’re occupying the same space. *hiccup* Ah! his eyes widen, a subtle yet observable reaction to your sudden noisiness. *hiccup* Ah! he blinks, another subtle yet observable reaction. *hiccup* “Are you faking it?” he finally mutters, cheeks faintly flushed as he fixes a gentle stare on you. “Faking w-*hiccup*-what?!” “Your hiccups.” “Why would I fake having the hiccups???” “Never mind.” “Am I bothering you?” “Not quite,” he murmurs, reaching across the couch to squeeze your hand, “I hope they go away soon.” Smiling fondly, you raise his hand to your lips, kissing his knuckles, “Me t-*hiccup*-too!” No way is he admitting they ~frighten him.

… Tengen claps excitedly, enthusiastically celebrating your ~unique sound. “How flashy, my dear!” he exclaims with a grin. “Flashy?” you blink, unimpressed. “Hiccups are so rare and so fun!” he explains, “What an interesting phenomenon!” “You have a thing for hiccups,” you deadpan, eyes rolling. “Not at all! I’m just trying to support you through this unfortunate event.” Scoffing, you poke at his chest, “Sooo are my hiccups flashy or unfortunate?” “Both!”

[thebestofoneshots]

Hi love just wondering when the priest Remus fic will be out? I LOVE LOVE your writing and I am so excited for this one

I truly hope It's this Friday! Especially with the GC chapter we're going to have, I feel like you guys deserve a little compensation. If I can't manage though, it will surely be next week.

Now, and to build more excitement, a little teaser:

NO SWEETER INNOCENCE THAN OUR GENTLE SIN | TEASER

Pairing: Priest!Remus x reader Prompt: You did not want to go to church that day, but your spirits are uplifted when you meet Father Remus, and your mind starts creating a mischievous scheme, to both retaliate over those years of being forced to go and take something from them. Alternatively, R is really mad at the church and decides to steal one of their priests for it (but also kind of falls for him). Warnings: The complete story will contain smut. Innocence! Kink, allusion to fingering and self-pleasure. Reader is seducing a catholic priest and has a bit of a corruption!kink. Smut under the cut.

After the mass was over, you waited a few minutes before leaving the church “accidentally” bumping into him again. “Remus,” you said with a smile. “We seem to continue bumping into each other,” you added as you leaned closer to him and pressed your cheek to his, making a low smacking sound, and then repeating on the other side. He looked bewildered at the contact. “Oh, I’m sorry, did I make you uncomfortable? I got this habit while I was in France and I still haven’t shaken it off completely.” 

“Oh… No, no,” hesitant, bashful, you loved every bit of it. “Not at all, it’s fine. You can greet me however you like.” 

“Is that privilege reserved to me, or does every other parishioner have it?” He seemed taken aback by your words. “I’m joking, Remus,” you added and placed your hand on his arm, before pulling it back tentatively. “Your mass was wonderful.” 

“Thank you, I’m lucky to work at Saint Gryffin.” 

“The way I see it, Saint Griffin is lucky to have you. I mean lots of women come here to see beautiful priest Remus.” 

“You think?” he asked. Remus didn’t exactly consider himself handsome, he thought his scars would scare people away rather than attract them. But he sometimes failed to see past them and didn’t pay attention to his beautiful eyes, to his charming smile, to his long lashes, or to his well-toned frame. It was as if he had been craved by Michael Angelo himself, from your perspective.

“For sure,” you replied. “Take a closer look at the way they look at you on Sunday and you’ll see.” He blushed, a deeper shade of red than your Nan had pulled out of him, you resisted the urge to bite your lip and smiled instead. “Today was lovely, I’ll see you around,” you said before waving goodbye and leaving exiting the church. 

You went again a week later, Remus would sometimes lose his focus on the bible and look at you instead. That day you had chosen a skirt. Nothing too short or indecent, but certainly short enough to allow your legs to be seen and admired. An older man hadn’t stopped staring at you throughout the mass, and you would have perhaps told him off if it hadn’t been for the fact that Remus had been in a similar position.

Remus’ distraction, his hesitance and his constant turning to you were enough to drive your attention away from the man and onto him. You would smile, and you would nod, and you would pretend to be a supportive little lamb. Innocent, and meek and kind. Just what he expected from you. And it was that Wednesday, the third time that you’d met him, that you realised you had him right where you wanted him to be. 

He for sure had a thing for you, be it curiosity, admiration, or a small crush. You had gotten his atention, and you had gotten into his mind. Now all you needed was to have him.

(...)

The next Wednesday you had been late, you had allowed your hair to be slightly dishevelled and your cheeks were warm, despite the autumn getting colder. You had bitten your lips and you looked like you had just gotten away from a dire situation. You’d done it on purpose. When his gaze fell on you he almost stopped talking completely. He staggered to complete his words and you nodded for him to go on. When he was done, he rushed out, and you stayed in your seat. Eyes closed and hands clasping each other, pretending to pray. 

That’s when you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder, he whispered your name. “Are you okay, Little Lamb?” 

It took a real effort not to laugh at his nickname. Not because you thought it was stupid, but because you were so far from a lamb that you might as well have been the wolf that ate it. You turned to him, fake distress clouding your features, “I’ve done something terrible, Remus.” 

He was kind, almost impossibly so, it almost made you want to stop your plan and leave him the pure man he was. 

almost.

“I’m sure there’s nothing you could do, that was as bad as you’ve described.” 

“I’d like to confess,” you said. “Would you take my confession?” 

Remus seemed hesitant, biting his lip. He knew he shouldn’t. He shouldn’t hear your confession, not when he wanted to maintain a personal relationship with you, not when he’d develop a crush. But it was in your preoccupied gaze, in the small frown that etched your features, in the way your lips curved down and in the bobbing of your throat as you swallowed. How ever could he deny you? 

Oh, those thoughts would be the ones that would drag him into sin, nay, not drag, but rather, waft him into it. If Remus hadn’t been so enamoured by you, perhaps it would have proved a harder task to accomplish for you. 

“Okay,” he said simply. And helped you stand. Guiding you towards the empty confessionary and sitting in his spot as you opened the door to the other one. It was a narrow place, enough for you to sit. There was a screen dividing the two of you, you couldn’t see him, but you suspected he could see you. And there was a small, square hole in between, enough to fit perhaps a hand. You assumed it was there in case you’d like to give something to the priest, as a thank you. 

Remus cleared his throat, and in the most professional way he could muster he said, “In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen. My child, what brings you to the sacrament of confession today?”

His voice had been different, stronger as if he was trying not to be himself. You loved it. “Father, I come seeking forgiveness for my sins. I have strayed from the path of righteousness and I seek reconciliation,” you let your voice bend and crack near the end. 

 “I am here to listen, my child. Let us begin with a moment of reflection. Take a moment to examine your conscience and bring to mind the sins you wish to confess.” 

You held back the smirk that threatened to appear when he said that, just in case he was actually able to see you. “I have fallen in love with a man I cannot have.” 

“Oh, darling,” he said, that was Remus, not Father Remus. You had cracked through his façade and you hadn’t even started. “That is not a sin. It’s happened to the best of us.” 

“But it is a sin the way I think of him, Father,” you responded. You heard a sharp intake of breath, but he didn’t speak further. “I have dreamt of him, of his lips, of his eyes with long lashes, the way his hair frames his face, of his beautiful and strong hands–“ Remus tried not to be jealous of the man you described, but everything about him seemed perfect, and unlike himself, he probably could have you. Your beautiful lips, and eyes, focused solely on him. He hated the guy already. “–sliding between my legs, and touching me.” 

“Do not speak further,” there was an edge of alarm in his voice. A bit of a broken end to it. 

“Oh but Father I must,” you said. “If I don’t I’m afraid I’ll act upon my feelings in the same way I did today while thinking of him.” 

“You…” he hesitated. “You touched yourself… Is that why you’re here?” 

“Yes,” you replied with a frown, almost a wince, all of it an act, of course. 

“Pray Our Father 10 times and–“ 

“No! Allow me to relate my story, Father,” he tried to stop you. “I must, I must, or then I might go to him and offer myself in a terrible, ungodly manner and then I won’t ever be deserving of the church ever again.”

Frankly, you didn’t even know how you’d gotten so inspired, but Remus relented, nodding and when he realised you hadn’t heard, he bit his cheek and said. “Go on then.” 

You sighed, that was a real sigh, you weren’t sure you’d get this far. “I had a dream of him father. He was handsome as ever, and he looked at me, with such kind eyes, with such loving eyes, that when he leaned in to kiss me, I didn’t stop him.” 

Remus was already praying for himself. He did not want to imagine you in your bed, your hair sprawled over the pillow and your mind away in a dream, kissing another man. 

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Remus’ boner was straining against his pants in a way that was almost painful. He wanted to let go, he wanted to set him free and chase his own pleasure at your words. At how he pictured you in your bed, sweaty and sighing as you touched yourself. You were so beautiful, he found innocence even in the way you sinned. 

“And then there was bliss, I thought I was dead and had gone to heaven, but I came back, vision cloudy and disoriented. My bedsheets were sticky with my juices and I had to change them. I’ve been in a permanent state of shame ever since then.” 

“Let us pray for your forgiveness,” Remus said. And my own, he thought. Now not only your sheets had been stained, but so had his pants, just from hearing you. You would have relished on the knowledge if you’d had it. 

“Thank you, Father,” you said as you stood. 

“Pray tell me child, whoever is this man that has you in such an altered state of mind?” 

Got him! you thought as you turned your gaze to the confessionary. And almost in a whisper, you murmured. “Well, it’s you, Remus.” 

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i saw ur requests are open and i got excited 😵

would u be willing to write a jason grace x apollo!reader one shot? specifically one that’s kinda angsty but has a happy ending?? maybe the reader gets really hurt on a quest with Jason and he’s genuinely scared but she ends up being okay in the end? i’m not sure what other details but i’d love to see what you do with this (if you want!!!)

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we’ll be a fine line, we’ll be alright.

content: jason grace x apollo!reader

warning: bad BAD writing, angst but then it’s fluff, blood, almost dying experience, octavian’s still alive, cursing, post Blood of Olympus

a/n: hello! this is my first request and i wanted to post it before the other stuff i’m working on (especially cause i can’t finish any of the shit i’m working on). this is kind of fast paced but don’t blame me, it’s 12am in brazil right now so.. yea. also, i kinda diverted from the whole hurt in quest thing, i’m sorry! i didn’t have enough ideas for a whole quest. but i hope you enjoy! oh and this is placed after the first book of TOA

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Sure, a heartbreak did hurt. But have you been stabbed by Imperial Gold? Dude. Brotha.

Sure, it was a normal thing for you to argue with Octavian. Hell, it was. normal thing for everyone who’s sane to do. This scrawny boy was just… a piece of shit. Yeah. And the worst part? You’re related. He’s one of the “legacies”, whatever that is. That stupid roman dipshit.

And today was no different. You two were arguing about some trivial shit, as always, but things escalated quickly. Soon you two were sparring (how was a mystery, since you didn’t even know that thing knew how to hold a sword) and it was quite fun.

You see, you got to camp Half-Blood when you were just seven. Since then you’ve been trained all year, since you didn’t have any other family - besides the godly side of it, duh - and Octavian was… well, Octavian. You were much better than him.

The whole problem is that Octavian likes to play dirty. So eventually he makes you trip and fall and he leaves gashes around your arms and legs. But with imperial gold it was sort of painful.

Till one of those times came again, but this time he didn’t leave a gash or a scratch. He stabbed you right in your stomach.

“Oh, gods!” He said, with fake concern. “I’m so sorry, cousin! My bad. I should go looking for your boyfriend, right? But… i didn’t see nothing. Bye!” The blond said with a devilish grin and left.

You knew you needed help. You were applying pressure to the wound, trying to use your healing powers to at least slow down the bleeding.

You tried to get up to look for help, but it was almost impossible. Even with that, you had to. ‘Oh, come on,’ you thought, ‘i’ve faced Kronos, Gaea and Annabeth mad at me. I’m not gonna die for a stupid legacy.’

And that’s exactly what made you move your body towards the via principalis, where you knew someone was gonna help you.

When you got there, the first person you saw was - thanks the gods -, Reyna. When the praetor looked at you, her face was horrified.

“y/n? What-“ She began, but you cut her off.

“I-i’ll explain later. Just… medical cabin. Please.” You begged, your words barely above a whisper.

Reyna nodded and helped you lean on her for support, as she walked you towards the medical cabin. You didn’t know the name of the boy who was currently there, but he looked as horrified as Reyna.

“Oh gods. Oh, my gods.” The boy said and you smiled, trying to fight back the urge to pass out.

“Ha, thanks. I thought it was bad.” You half joked as Reyna and the unkown boy put you on a vacant stretcher. When you were laid down, you looked up at Reyna with pleading eyes. “Bring Jason here, please?”

“Of course. I’ll go find him. The brunette said and left the medical cabin.

“Ok. uh… care to tell what happened with you?” The boy asked and you turned your gaze back to him.

“Got stabbed by imperial gold. What’s your name?” She asked, but the look in the boy’s face didn’t seemed to register the question.

“My gods… i’ll do my best to help you.” He said and grabbed a bottle of nectar, pouring it to your mouth. “Ok, i need to-“

Before he could finish, a certain blonde boy barges past the doors, looking around the medical cabin, desperately trying to find you.

When his gaze fell into you, he rushed to your side, grabbing your hand. His eyes were glossy behind his glasses and she knew he already wanted to cry.

“Y/n, what…? What happened? Are you okay? Who did this?” He asked, and she tried to laugh, but the pain was becoming unbearable. You couldn’t even talk anymore, as the only thing that came out of your mouth was a whiny breath. “It’s okay, i’m here with you, hm? I won’t leave.”

He kissed your forehead and you squeezed his hand softly just before you felt a tear fall in your cheek. That was the last thing you heard or saw before passing out.

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Jason is desperate. He’s beyond worried about you.

He knows what imperial gold does to someone. Gods, he was stabbed by imperial gold before. And if she wasn’t treated in the right way… he didn’t even want to think about it.

But other than that, he needed to know who did this. He was going to kill this person with his bare hands.

It had been two days since you blacked out and you hadn’t woken up yet. He was starting to get even more worried, but he hadn’t left your side for one second. You couldn’t even go back to Camp Half-Blood (obvi), so your closest friends and family came to visit.

Will had cried his eyes out when he saw her there. Nico had to comfort him as his pupils leaked salty water. Lester/Apollo was back from his quest with Meg, and he also came to visit his daughter. The man was very… emotional, let’s say that.

But on the third day you were finally beginning to wake up. Of course, Jason was there.

“Hey, honey… you’re back, hm?” He asked, caressing you hair as you smiled, trying to reassure him. It still hurt as hell, but it could be worse. You could be dead.

“Hey…” She mumbled, her voice a little smudgy. “How long was it out?”

“A few days. But you’re back now, that’s what matters the most.” He said as he gave you a soft kiss on the lips. It was no tongue, just affection. He was showing you he was there for you.

“I feel fine. Like, not fine, but definitely better.” She said, as she pulled away from him.

“Yeah, i imagined. But, baby, i need you to tell me something.” Jason said, still holding your hand softly.

You nodded, waiting for him to elaborate.

“Who did this to you?” He asked, and you felt him squeezing your hand tighter. His voice was also harsher, as if he was restraining himself from killing someone.

“It was… it was Octavian.” She said, in a whisper-like tone. His face hardened immediately as he got up and went to the boy that was standing at the door.

“I need you to call Reyna and Frank. Tell them it’s an emergency.” He said and the boy quickly left.

Jason rushed back to your side. “I swear i’m gonna kill that son of a bitch.” He muttered.

When you were about to answer, Reyna and Frank rushed past the door, both looking worried. Behind Frank, there were a few other people - Will, Nico, Hazel, Annabeth, Piper, Leo and Percy -, all looking worried.

“You’re alive!” Will shouted and rushed to your side, tears welling up his eyes again.

“What, you thought that a little stab was going to kill me? Please.” She scoffed and Will laughed.

“So, who did this?” Reyna asked, also going to your side and stroking your shoulder softly.

“The most stupid, idiotic, son of a bitch augur that we ever had.” Jason said through gritted teeth.

“Octavian did that? I knew he was annoying, but at this level?” Percy asked, his face contorted in a mix of anger and disbelief.

“Mhm. We were sparring but… he likes to play dirty, i guess.”

“I’m gonna murder him.” Will groaned.

“Get in line.” Jason, Percy and Nico said at the same time.

You chuckled a bit, even if it hurt. Cause you knew, with that family right there, everything was gonna be fine.

a/n pt2: so… i like it but i don’t but i do. u get that? yea. i don’t know, i think i could do better, but i kinda liked it. I was going to make octavian’s trial and all but it would be too fucking long, so i gave up. that’s it for today, sorry that it took so long!

[sheeluvsme]

John Soap mactavish headcannons !

LETTS GET READY TO RUMBLEEE!! Hi everyone! I saw how everyone really liked my last post about price and Valeria !!! So i figured I’ll do our boy soap next :))!! Who should I write about next? I was thinking könig…lmk!!

CW// This is SFW and NSFW!! there will be female anatomy used Lightly, also NOT proof read LMAOO , ANGST! ( warning nurse! Reader, brief death) semi public stuff? Just let me know if I missed anything!!

When you first met soap , you really thought he was WEIRD AS SHIT

He like completely puzzled you with his jokes 😭

You two met at a pub!! He had claimed to think your face was familiar and you told him you worked for army medical. You were a army nurse ! That’s when it clicked in his tiny little brain, because lord knows he’s been to medical lotssss of times.

The first thing that pulled him in was your laugh. When you finally started laughing at his stupid jokes he couldn’t help but smile like a teen boy.

Soap is also good to you! He i a sweetheart and lovessss taking you wherever you want to go, he mostly likes going shopping with your for two very important reasons 1. To make sure no one fucks with you 2. So he can get his favorite candy.

He actually likes watching you shop and be in your own little world! He thinks it’s cute because when he’s focused he does the same thing.

He knows you have anxiety about alottttt of things and he is right there for you! He knows public places scare you because of germs and also just some many loud people

He finds it funny your so loud and assistive at your place of work but as soon as you hit the public you turn into a shy little thing and he adores it!

Especially when you don’t want to bother people, your sitting there with your cart … waiting for this one person to move… and he’s like “ what you waitin’ for lass?” And you jester to the person in-front of you. He can’t help but smile and shake his head at you “ excuse meh’ ! We gotta get by you” he louder then he should of announced 😭

Soap always says the most random funny shit to you, he knows you have quite a gruesome sad job sometimes , so coming back home with him and his humor really helps!!

One day you absolutely came home in tears , you were shattered, your heart felt so so sore. He couldn’t help but immediately sore to you hold you. “ aye aye ..sweetheart what’s wrong-?! Did someone hurt you? Is it your boss again because I swea-“ you just shake your head no. You quietly explain to him through your tears a kid died on you. There was nothing you could really do but make them comfortable but you couldn’t help but feel sorrow. Because you definitely wanted kids with soap. So this scared you. He just holds you so tightly stroking your hair. “ it’s ok sweetheart. You did your absolute best. It’s ok..”

He always know how to exactly get you feeling better. Even if your sick ! You yell at him to stay away from you because you’re sick and have gross germs!! But he literally couldn’t care he picks you up anyways kissing you and hugging you!

He wasn’t very educated on periods at first but you definitely taught him , maybe a little too graphic because after he hugged you and told you how lucky he is to have a dick LMAOO

On your period he like genuinely calls it ‘ Shark week! ‘

He’s the type to say , when you ask him to grab you pads and says ‘ what size pussy you got ‘ PLSPSLLSL

You catch this man listening to the lady Gaga or Katie Perry 100% AND YOU KNOW WHAT HE LITERALLY HAS NO SHAME

He thinks your just the prettiest thing wearing his shirts !! Makes him secretly go nuts

He admires you a lot , the way you have to be up at ASS O’CLOCK in the morning for work and you still make him lunch or morning coffee???? He wants to be YOU when he grows up LMAOO

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He also like price has a primal urge to make you his baby momma LMAOO

He loves telling you that during sex “ yeah? Like that? You like when I’m deep inside you hm? Gonna’ getcha’ fucking pregnant with my kid.”

He is a MAJOR bitter

He loves biting you everywhere and leaving his marks on you. It’s his favorite thing getting up after you watching you slip on your scrubs and try and cover your neck bites with makeup. He can’t help but cheekily smile

He is also a MAJOR pussy eater , loveessss eating you like a starved man , especially overstimulation.

He will eat you over and over and over till your literally sobbing and saying you can’t anymore ( he of course respects your request)

He is BIGGGG on in public stuff ‼️‼️

Like if your out for a nice dinner you can’t help but send a glare his way as his hand creeps up your thigh. “ what do you think your doing?” You playfully smack his hand away. “ what dose it look like I’m doing hm?” He whispers. “ it looks like your focused on the wrong food.” You keep yourself together as you sip your wine. “ I’m a man who likes his dessert before his dinner what can I say?” You choke on your wine.

DONT even get me started when your out clubbing together going to a pub with a few of 141 to have a good time , you yourself are having too much of a good time. Your buzzed , warm , and feeling damn good, your make up worked out perfectly and your clothes fit you JUST right.

Soap leaves his eyes off you for one minute and he sees gaz and price chuckling as they point to you , clearly having the time of your life in the crowded dance floor , soap is chuckling too until he notices a guy gawking you and obviously too close for his comfort. Your oblivious to what’s happening honestly there’s so many people smooshed together, your too focused on dancing.

He quickly sets down his drink squeezing through people, quickly apologizing. He grabs your waist quickly pulling you close before looking back at the guy that was very close to touching what’s his. Soap quickly says “ step off. She’s with me.” You quickly turn around to see your beautiful boyfriend and smile “ Johnny!! I was wondering when you’d come out here and show off your sweet dance moves!” Obviously teasing him. Because his ass can not dance 😭

Soap hears you and smiles but he’s quietly brewing. Suddenly he’s dragging you to the clubs bathroom. Thank god it’s a single use. “ wha- cmon was my dancing that embarrassing?” You tease him wondering what the hell is happening. “ no love. Not that. Just..” her huffs grabbing you pulling you close. “ people keep ogling’ whats mine. I don’t take very kindly to it.” Your cheeks heat up. You’ve never seen him like this but your not complaining. You didn’t even notice people looking at you. “ well I promise I’m all yours Johnny..” he quickly sticks his lips to yours. Hungrily kissing you , licking into you. “ soap- every one else is gonna-“ he quickly cuts you off. “ let them. I’m having you right now whether they like it or not.”

Soap seems more dominant but he is half and half sometimes he just needs to be your good boy ‼️🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻‍♀️

He absolutely LOVESSSSS when you top him or sit on his face. If he’s tired but still really wants you THATS when he turns into putty in your hands.

He fucking loves when you pull on his Mohawk ‼️ he can’t help but whimper and god damn is so beautiful.

BIG ON PRAISE let that poor boy know he’s doing good!!! Degrading him just makes him feel competitive, then the tables will turn..

He loves begging you to let him cum in you , “ please- please let me cum in you. Fucking hell!- haa- please please. I want you to feel good-“ of course with him you obviously CANT say no!!

He’s also pretty good with after care, he likes taking baths with you because soap does enjoy a good bubble bath!!

Next morning you wake up late because it’s your day off, he’s gone for work already but you smell something? You walk into the kitchen and he made you breakfast and coffee with a small note. “ gotta take care of my girl after she takes care of me , I love ya ! -your secret admirer” and ofc he spells like half of that wrong but its ok because you do indeed love your boyfriend!

Thank you for reading!!! Hope you enjoyed <33

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19 Reasons (Tim Drake x Reader)

It’s Tim’s birthday in my timezone, so I’m writing my first ever DC Comic post- yes- fiNALLY-

Summary: You said you wished your turning 19 year old Tim “Happy Womb Escape” by presenting a slideshow titled “19 reasons why I love Tim Drake.”

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“Guess what day it is?”

“19 July?” He didn’t even bat an eye, busy typing away on his computer without a care in the world.

“Seriously? Okay stop working,” you closed his laptop and shove it away to a corner, “you literally forget it’s your birthday today?”

He looks at you nonchalantly before crossing his arms with an eyebrow raised. “Well, it’s not that important?”

You gasped in horror, dramatically rolling up to his chest with your hand pressed to your forehead and the other clutching your heart. “ ‘Not important’? My own boyfriend saying his birthday is ‘not important’? Non!”

He rolled his eyes, playfully and lightly shoving you away as he smirked. You grinned.

“I’m going to show you why it’s important with this slideshow!” You placed your own laptop on his lap, the monitor flashing a slideshow titled “19 Reasons Why I Love Tim Drake”.

“Oh god. This is gonna be fun,” he joked.

“Before that, I would just like to say,” you started, clicking to the next slide, “ ‘Happy Womb Escape’ to you, Drake.”

“Wait wha-”

“Now first reason!” You clicked to the next slide, cutting your baffled vigilante as you cleared your throat to perform your lines.

“Number one! He’s Red Robin, Gotham’s best vigilante out there! Ain’t I ever seen another like him!”

“There’s Bruce, Dick, Jason, Cass, Steph, Lu-”

“STOP- THERE IS NO ONE LIKE YOU!” You groaned in frustration, making Tim chuckle. “Yeah but I’m basically just like them.”

“I ain’t see someone who single-handedly took down the Joker? Obeah Man? Got rid of the booty shorts of Robin? That’s a crime, by the way.” You said it in a “matter-of-fact” way. He snorted.

“Secondly! He’s the most hardworking man I know! But also he needs rest so take notes. Third! He’s the biggest, dorkiest dork on earth who loves machines, science, and he googles the most random things on the internet just to give me a fun fact later on out of the blue!”

“Fourth! His hair is fluffy as hell and it makes him very nice to pat on the head! Fifth! He’s a nerd! And that’s cute! Sixth, Tim is the smartest man I’ve ever met. I bet he could find the last digit of Pi in like 2 seconds in his brain. Seventh!”

Tim smiled warmly, soon becoming smug the more you went on with your points. He looked so proud.

“Seventh, is that he’s a bisexual icon! Enough said. Eighth! He lends me his sweaters and they all smell like him which is the nice part.”

“You stole them, you mean?”

“Shhhh, let the presenter speak. Anyways, ninth! Timmy bringing me to a burger joint on our first date and he didn’t judge me for it. I’ll tell you something I didn’t until now: I was pretty scared you judged me but you didn’t. So thank god.”

“I always judge you, Y/N, it’s alright,” Tim smirked. You looked at him with a frown, not amused. “Yeah, okay never mind, I should take this slide down.”

“Hey!” He said, grinning as wide as you were. “Next! Tenth! He watches over me even when he’s on patrol to make sure I’m safe!”

“You… know? I thought I was pretty well hidden…” he blinked in surprise.

“Tim, you may be a detective and that’s exactly the point. It doesn’t take some of your skills to rub off of me,” again, you said it as a matter-of-fact.

“Eleventh! He’s a skater boy, and he’s my ‘Skater Boi’,” Tim once again snorted, much louder upon understanding that pop culture reference.

“Twelfth, he loves watching old, 80s to 90s cheesy movies and geeks out about them all the time while we’re watching! Don’t ever shut up, by the way. Thirteenth! He always fidgets with his fingers and hands when he’s bored subconsciously! That in itself is adorable.”

“Fourteenth! He’s a terrible cook, but he still tries anyways. It’s also adorable~” He rolled his eyes, folding his arms.

“Wow, I feel so loved.”

“Yesh, and I love you very much as well, Timothy Jackson Drake Wayne,” you teased. He scoffed lightly. “Yeah, yeah.”

“Fifteenth! He is the best cross-dresser. That is all. Sixteenth! HE IS THE WORLD’S GREATEST DETECTIVE! Like he found Waldo every 2 seconds, finished 5 books of him in 1 minute,” you said, doing an amateur explosion side effect by saying “kaploosh” with your hands doing the mind-blown action.

“Again, Bruce and everyone else in my family.”

“Again, there is no one like you, Detective Tim. Seventeenth! Best photographer! Also enough said! Love everything you take, sweetie! Eighteenth! He makes using a metal stick look badass!”

“And lastly! Nineteenth! Drum roll please!” You use your knuckles to lightly drum against the wooden floors. “He’s Tim Drake! What’s not to love?” You smiled. It was so contagious that he found himself smiling as stupid and gleefully as you did.

He had always been insecure of his abilities and himself in general, so he was so flustered and gooey on the inside with how genuine you were with each point. Although, his flustered-ness was showing with pink blooming on his cheeks.

“Okay, guess I understand why my birthday’s important now.”

“Glad you understood my report, Mr Drake!” You smiled at him.

“So now I shall say,” you drum-rolled again, quickly tossing your arms around him and lightly pecked his cheek with a grin.

“I love you, Timothy Jackson Drake Wayne.”

He smiled at you lovingly, cupping your cheek as he gently brushed his thumb against it. “And I love you, too, YF/N L/N. Thanks for your birthday gift.”

You laughed sweetly. “The gift is you, technically~”

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Reblogs help! ^^

[dreamkidddream]

I wanted to write more Miles- reader is gender neutral!

CW: ATSV spoilers (also I don’t think Miles got cut on his face in the movie (even though Miguel was literally beating on him) but for the sake of this drabble imagine that he did please 😭), aged up (18)

“Miles?”

Miles’ eyes widened, breath hitched as he snapped his head towards you. The grogginess that you did feel before faded away once you got a look at him.

Why did he look so…scared? The last time you saw him with this look was when he lost his-

“What’s wrong? Is everything oka-“

You didn’t get to finish your sentence as he ran towards you, holding you tight. You stumbled back a bit surprised, but didn’t hesitate to hug him back. You rubbed at his back a bit, trying to soothe him-

“You’re here- you’re okay- you’re okay.” He kept repeating to himself. What exactly happened to make him come over so late?

Regardless, your first priority is to make sure he’s okay. “Yeah, I’m here Miles-“ you softly spoke. “I always will be.”

You broke out of his hold, looking over his form. “Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?”

“Yeah but- I’m fine. I mean not really but- that’s not important right now-

“Miles it is important.” You already grabbed his hands and lead him to the bathroom, gesturing him to lean against the wall while you looked for the first aid kit. This wasn’t the first time you had to patch him up (or the first time he visited this late), but this was the first time in a while that you felt this worried. You always worried about him, but the gut-sinking feeling in your stomach felt heavier than the first time he went on patrol.

“It will always be important. I mean- you can’t expect me not to worry about Miles, it’s practically programmed into me now.” You tried to crack a lame joke, both in an attempt to lighten up the atmosphere and to ease your own worries.

It worked somewhat as you both lightly laughed, holes together in the cramped space late into the night. Under the light though, you can see how drained he really looked- and it made your stomach sink further.

“Seriously though Miles, you made me- I’m really worried about you.” You began, patting the soaked cotton pad on the small cut he had on his cheek, softly apologizing as he winced. “But you know that I’ll always be here for you, right? Even if I can’t fight and can only help from the sidelines, that’s not changing.”

You pressed a soft kiss to the other cheek, lingering for a bit before taking his hands and softly squeezing them.

“I love you Miles, and I want you to be okay.”

You felt your voice crack and your hands waver. You wanted to be strong for him, but seeing him so shaken made you scared that he faced a threat he couldn’t beat- that he barely got away with his life, that you almost lost him-

You felt selfish for thinking it, but it was true. Losing Miles was the one thing that would keep you up hours of the night- not knowing if he was okay unless he stopped by or sent you a text reassuring he made it home in one piece. When you didn’t get anything tonight, it felt like your worst fear was coming true.

Miles gazed at you, taking a deep breath before hugging you once more, comforting you instead of the other way around like you planned. “I love you too.”

Miles looked serious, eyes hardened in determination. “(Y/N), I have to tell you something.”

Your eyebrows raised, eyes narrowing in confusion as he sat up and began to slide off his huge coat. You felt your stomach turning in anticipation at the chance of finally getting some answers.

You never asked him why he took his braids out, or about the torn black and red suit he was wearing- you just wanted to make sure he was okay.

You never realized that you already got a text from your boyfriend saying he was okay- and that it wasn’t from the Miles standing in front of you.

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A Friend for Leander Prewett

OKAY- so a few days ago I asked what Leander fans saw as the character's redeemable qualities, because honestly I couldn't see any but was curious. The responses I got were so great; I feel like I am totally seeing him a new light. So thank you @cuffmeinblack, @blueraineshadows, @imagrindylow, and @peppermintpolly362 for helping me see from another perspective!

SO, I decided I would try to write him with more of those redeemable qualities that I missed, in hopes in the future I give his character some more credit. I have had a few one shots already to my finished book 1 of my fanfic and added one about Leander. I call it:

A Friend for my Friend

word count: 6591

I'll put the full story below, but here are the links if you'd rather read it on the other sites (or if you wanna just read the whole fanfic because ya know that'd be cool too.)

Wattpad // Fanfic // A03

I know I am still not doing Leander the justice he deserves, but I think I am at least moving in the right direction (that I want to move in I might add). So I hope you guys enjoy!!

“I swear Leander, if you sigh one more time I am going to knock you upside the head with this textbook.”

The redhead with his face down on the table turned it so he was now looking at her. He had his lips pouted out and his forehead was as red as his hair from laying directly on the table. He had been like that for at least 5 minutes, giving a huge sigh every 30 seconds or so. Jane had ignored it for a while, but she was about to lose it.

“You’re supposed to ask me why I’m upset.” He said dramatically. 

“And you’re supposed to be helping me with Herbology!”

She shot him a glare, which usually scared him into stopping whatever annoying behavior he was doing, but it didn’t work today. Instead he just turned his face back to the table, letting out another sigh.

Jane closed her textbook; she wasn’t going to get any more work done when he was like that. And as annoyed as she felt, he seemed to be serious about whatever it was.

“Fine, I’ll bite. What’s wrong?”

“I’m lonely.” His voice was muffled because he was still face down on the table. 

“Lonely? What are you talking about? You’ve literally been following me around all afternoon leading up to our this study session.”

“Exactly. I’ve been with you because I’ve been lonely.” he turned towards her again. “Ever since you and Garreth got together I feel like I am all on my own.”

“All on your own? You mean for the three days Garreth and I have been together?”

It was just last Saturday that she had confessed to the other red head, leaving Sunday and now Monday that they had officially been dating. You could technically even call that two days if you really timed it out. On top of that, Jane hadn’t even really seen Garreth yet today since they didn’t share any classes- so how were things different?

“Leander, are you trying to tell me you are lonely because you don’t have a girlfriend?”

“YES!” He said loudly, finally sitting up. “And also no. I mean a girlfriend would be nice, but I just wish I had someone that I could pair off with. Up until this year it had been Garreth, but now I have to share my time with you.”

“Mmmm yeah splitting custody is rough,” Jane said with a smile, knowing only she would get her little joke. “But you know things aren’t going to be that different, I mean, we don’t really have the opportunity to be together all of the time.”

“Yeah but now that you aren’t spending time with Sallow that leaves lots of time for Garreth and we both know that he’s going to choose you over me.”

Jane didn’t answer, she felt like if she agreed with him she would just make things worse- and she didn’t want to lie. It may not be like this forever, but they would probably spend lots of time together since their change in relationship was so new.

“So, you’re feeling lonely now that Garreth and I will be spending more time together and want to find someone that you can spend time with as well.”

“Yes.” he said with a nod. 

“And you want my help with that?”

“Well I’ve been trying to do that for years now, and Garreth is all I have to show for it. Since you came along though suddenly Sweeting, Onai, and even Gaunt will actually talk to me. Surely with your help I’ll be able to get another friend.”

Jane thought it over. Sure she had issues with Leander in the past, but that was mostly behind them at this point. He could be pretty annoying, but now most of the time it was endearing. She knew a lot of people seemed to avoid him though because of the things that he would say. He had basically no filter and shared his opinion very freely, with basically as little tact as possible.

He really wasn’t as bad as his reputation made him out to be though. For example, Jane saw some good in the way that Leander spoke to others. Sure he had a hard time reading the room, but you could always trust what he said to be his honest opinion. You never had to worry that he would lie or hide things from you. What he said is what he meant and there was comfort in that. If she put forth some effort to help him it probably wouldn’t be too hard for others to see the same- right?

“Alright. Let’s do this.”

“Really???” Leander asked, perking up even more.

“Yes, but if we are doing this- we are doing it my way.”

--

Jane pulled the chalkboard closer to the desk and started writing. Some education was in order for phase one of: Get Leander a Friend.

“Is this really necessary?” The gryffindor boy asked, looking up at her impatiently as he sat at the desk just in front of her.

“Yes, now shush.” She continued writing, then moved to the back side and wrote some more.

“Okay!” Jane said loudly as she moved back to the front, making Leander jump. “Let’s begin.”

She reached out with her wand and pointed to the words she had just written.

“Rule number one in making friends. Always be yourself.”

Leander started scribbling furiously down on his paper.

“There is no point in trying to be someone that you aren’t when finding a friend. If you just put on a mask to get them to like you, then they were never really friends with you- just who you pretended to be. That’s not fair to them and it's not fair to you. Sure some people may not like you when you are genuinely yourself, but you shouldn’t be friends with those people anyway.”

Jane folded her arms, pausing to let Leander catch up. He didn’t need to take notes, but honestly she thought it was kinda cute so she didn’t stop him. When he finished writing she continued. 

“Now, rule number two-” Jane flipped the board showing the other side. “Be yourself with a grain of salt.”

“Wait but you just said-”

“Shush.” Jane said to the confused looking boy. “Keep writing.”

He rolled his eyes, but moved back down to the paper.

“Everyone has good and bad qualities- that’s what makes us human. When you are making a new friend though, it’s easiest to showcase the good qualities first, while giving them time to adjust to the not so nice ones.”

She started pacing back and forth at the front of the room, true lecture teacher style.

“Take my friendship with Poppy. In the beginning she was drawn to me because I was nice and helpful, two good qualities about myself. We started out as acquaintances but over time as we were together more she saw more than just the good sides of me. She saw me frantic, loud, and anxious- but it didn’t drive her away. Because we had built a foundation of friendship already, it was easier for her to see me as more than just my less endearing qualities.”

“Is that how all friendships are made?” Leander asked, still writing away.

“Well no, technically a friendship can start from anything- but there’s not much strategy to those, you just sorta get lucky. Like with Ominis; he literally only saw the worst of me for like, a decent amount of time but he still chose to be my friend.”

She stopped pacing.

“Actually, I’m pretty lucky that we are friends at all. I made it really really hard for him to be my friend, and still he gave me a chance in the end. Theoretically, he should hate me at this point, but instead I’d say he’s my best friend.”

“Wow, that does sound lucky.” He commented, not looking up from his writing. “But I think you’re a pretty great person. Even if all he saw was bad stuff I’m sure it wasn’t hard to see the good eventually.”

Jane was a little thrown off by his compliment. “Uh, thanks Leander.”

“Sure. Anyway, was there really nothing else that you did?”

She shrugged. “I mean, I guess I just never stopped trying. He would push me away, but I would come back anyway. It was kind of a stupid strategy though because everytime I came back I just did something that pushed him away more. And then in the end it was just up to him to look past all my mistakes.” Damn, he really is the best.

“ANYWAY,”  Jane continued, pulling her thoughts away from Ominis. “We want to try to find you a friend by putting your best qualities out there first. So, what are your good qualities?”

“I’m great at quidditch!” The boy responded enthusiastically. 

“That's…. debatable,” Jane said hesitantly, starting her pace again.  “Also not something we can really showcase at school. What else?”

Leander tapped his chin thoughtfully. “I’m great at Herbology,”

“Okay yeah, we can work with that.” 

She moved back over to the board and erased her second rule. Then she wrote out great at herbology at the top. Below she listed some of the things she had thought of before such as; honest and genuine. When she turned back towards him he was making a weird face up at her.

“Awe, you think I’m honest and genuine?”

She krinkled her nose. “Well they were better words than blunt and crude. Now what else you got?”

In the end they only added two more things to the list, which was pretty sad, but it wasn’t without effort. Leander’s self awareness was very strong in that he was aware that there weren’t tons of likable qualities about him…. At least not ones that were easily discernible. But they did put down passionate and fun. Even if it wasn’t a big list though, it was still enough for them to work with. 

Now onto phase two- picking out the target or um, potential friend. 

--

“Oh look, they’re carrying a huge stack of books- go now!” Jane said excitedly, pointing at the student who had just come out of the library. 

“What now???”

“Yes, now.” She gave Leander a shove and sent him sprawling out towards their first victim.. 

They had spent the last half hour scouting out random students coming to and from the library and heading to their classes. Jane had decided that now the easiest way for the Gryffindor boy to spark up a conversation would be to help his soon to be friend with some sort of task. Then when he helped them with their books, for example, he could continue talking to them wherever they needed to go.

Well this was actually plan B, since their first had fallen through. Initially Jane had just taken Leander to other 5th years that she knew were friendly and tried to facilitate a conversation. It didn't go well though because apparently within his last five years in school the friendless redhead had said and done A LOT to piss off most of the kids in his year.

She had started with Amit, seeing as the three of them shared astronomy together. Apparently outside of being polite when she was around, the Ravenclaw didn’t want much to do with Leander. In their second year he had said something to Amit that he meant as a joke, but ended up being kinda racist towards his families’ heritage. At that moment there didn’t seem to be much in a way of coming back from that one.

They went down the list of almost all the 5th years that Jane knew, and Leander had somehow managed to offend them all. Jane wanted to start him out on more of a clean slate, but it was hard to do when everyone already had so many prejudices towards him. So she switched tactics and went for new faces rather than old ones.

Now as she watched him nervously talk to the random person behind their stack of books Jane felt a little nervous. This was actually getting to be a lot harder than she thought. The struggle that he had gone through was starting to be much more evident to her. It made her feel for him more, and how lonely his time here probably was. It also made her even more grateful that Garreth was such a good guy and that they had found companionship together.

“Hello love!” Came the voice she had apparently summoned.

Garreth moved in quickly next to her, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close. Jane smiled as he placed multiple kisses around her face, planting the last on her lips. It gave her butterflies and made her want to pull him back in for more.

“I’ve missed you! I hate that I was so busy this afternoon, but I’m done with all my things now!” He moved back in close to her face, nuzzling his nose up close to her ear. Then he whispered; “Want to go find an empty classroom?”

Jane felt her face flush and was about to quickly agree when she realized what she had already been doing. So instead she grabbed his face, pushing it away and sliding out of his reach.

“No, no I can’t. I’m helping Leander with something right now.” She looked at him seriously, but melted a little when she saw the sad puppy dog face. “But I did miss you too.”

She reached over and grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze. Almost immediately he broke into another grin and scooted back over to her.

“You’re helping Lea? With what?”

Jane pointed over to where the other redhead was still standing. “I’m helping him make a new friend.”

“A new friend?”

“Yeah. I thought it would be a good idea to try finding someone he could help first. That way he can naturally get his foot in the door and hopefully off to a good start.”

“That sounds good, but I think you might have chosen wrong with this one.”

“What?” Jane said, turning back to her boyfriend. “Why?”

Garreth had a grimace on his face as he looked over at his friend. 

“Because you just sent him to talk to Zenobia Noke.”

Jane heard a loud thud and turned quickly back to the pair. Zenobia, who was now visible since her books had been dropped on the floor, was currently tearing Leander a new one. The girl whipped out her wand and brandished it at the Gryffindor who looked totally stricken, unable to move let alone defend himself. It seemed she wasn’t going to let the person responsible for her missing gobstones get away as easily this time.

Both Garreth and Jane ran over to them, hoping to stop anything from getting worse. Garreth started to try to appease the younger girl, while Jane just grabbed Leander’s hand and started to run. She figured the best plan was to run away, since she couldn’t really fault the girl for wanting to get even…. It was better they just get out of there.

--

“This is hopeless!” Leander said, back into his wallowing position; face down on the table.

They were in the Gryffindor common room now, a safe place from feral young Ravenclaws. After escaping Zenobia Jane had convinced Leander to try a few more times to make a friend, but none had worked out. The failed attempts were less dramatic, but still just as disheartening.

“Hey don’t worry about it mate,” Garreth said, patting his friend on the back. “We can always have you try again tomorrow.”

“Yeah, and we have herbology, so maybe we could find someone in there you can connect with.” Jane added, trying to sound reassuring. 

“I’m going to bed.” He replied sullenly, and wallowed off to his dorm.

“Poor guy.” Garreth said as he watched his friend go. Once he was gone though he turned quickly back to Jane. “Well now that we’re alone-”

He moved in to try to kiss her again, but Jane held her hand out to his face, meeting his lips to her palm. She stared out towards the fire, totally unfazed by him.

“There has got to be someone in this school who Leander can be friends with. I mean, I think if anyone gave him a chance they would see he’s a great guy, but no one seems to want to do that.”

“Yeah that seems to be the problem,” Garreth said, his mouth still up against her hand. “No one seems to be desperate enough to want to give him a go after all this time.”

“It's true.” Jane tapped her chin with her fingers from her free hand. “So then maybe we need to just look for someone who is as desperate for friends as Leander is.”

“And probably someone who likes Herbology.” Garreth replied, finally giving up and scooting back.

“Yeah, desperate and herbology….”

Then it hit her, like a message from above. She knew the perfect victim. 

--

After Herbology class the next day Jane had invited Leander to play a round of Summoners Court with her, which he happily agreed to. He had still been pretty sulky most of the morning, but seemed to come out of it once they started playing.

Summoners Court for sure was not her favorite thing to play in the original game, mostly because she always lost, but here it wasn’t so bad. Leander was so animated when he played; cheering excitedly when he got points and acting devastated if the ball rolled off. It was kind of hilarious and Jane ended up laughing most of the time.

She ended up losing the first round, so she took the bait when he challenged her for another. When she won the second round they had to play a third to see who broke the tie, and before she knew it they had missed lunch entirely. Jane didn’t mind though, it had been a lot of fun- even if she had lost overall. All his gloating didn’t help though, dude was a sore winner.

When they were done Jane tried to casually bring up the idea of trying at the friend thing again. The boy was in such a good mood she didn’t really want to spoil it, but she also didn’t want him to give up. To her surprise though he agreed, although it came with a bit of complaining. She had noticed that was also kind of his thing. He whined a lot, but never gave up, which to Jane was worth being put in the “good qualities” list.

With his approval to try again though, Jane led them towards a part of the castle where she knew she would find their next potential friend candidate. She prayed inwardly that this was going to go a lot better than the last attempt.

When they got to where they were going though Leander suddenly stopped, throwing himself off to the side.

“Jane no, please anyone but him.” he said, hiding behind a pillar in the hallway.

“You want a friend, he wants a friend, I can’t imagine anything better.” 

She grabbed his arm and attempted to pull him away from his hiding spot. She knew Leander had spotted the other person and that was why he was hiding, but she would be damned if she let him give up now.

“But does it really have to be Puffskien Dunkein??”

“Well this isn’t going to work at all if you call him that!” 

She let go of his arm and put her hands on her hips, trying to look as much like an authority figure as she could.

“Come on Leander, you have got to give him a chance. He might be the only person left in our year who would be willing to see past your previous mistakes. You’re a great guy, you just need someone to give you a chance!”

She ended her little speech by trying to mimic Garreth’s signature puppy dog eyes. Normally she didn’t think she could pull them off but Leander seemed pretty soft so she hoped it would do the trick. He seemed to go back and forth about it in his head, his face mimicking his thoughts. Then finally he let out a sigh and nodded his head. 

“Okay okay, I’ll go talk to Puff- uh I mean, Duncan Hobhouse.”

“Good luck!” She said brightly, watching him turn and walk away. She really REALLY hoped that this would go well.

--

“I cannot believe you set him up with Puffskein Dunkein” Ominis said, chuckling to himself at the library table.

It was Friday now, and the two of them had just finished their History of Magic class and were now studying charms. It had been three days that Leander and Duncan had been talking, three days of their blossoming friendship. A friendship that, for some reason, Ominis Gaunt had heard about.

“I didn’t set him up, I just nudged him in the right direction.” Jane replied, a smile growing on her face. “How did you find out anyway?”

“It seems to be a popular topic for some reason, I’ve heard more than one person in my classes mention it.”

“Really? Why? Kind of a boring thing to talk about; people making friends.”

“Who knows; people will find anything to gossip about these days. Although it has made the talk about you and Garreth being together lessen quite a bit. Everyone seems to have deemed that old news.”

Jane felt her face get hot, and she was glad Ominis wouldn’t be able to see her flush. She had told him initially that she was going to try things out with Garreth, but it was still weird to hear him talk about it.

“Ah well that’s good to hear. Anyway, I think things are going well between the two of them, Leander and Duncan I mean. I haven’t had much time to ask Leander about it but I’ve seen them chatting together more than once.”

Jane thought about the pairing some more, feeling happy with how things worked out.

“They’re a pretty good match if you think about it. Duncan is great at Charms, which is where Leander struggles, but does well enough with the summoning charm that they can play Summoners Court together. And I don’t know how he does in class but I’ve heard Hobhouse has an interest in herbology so there's something that they can talk about as well. Plus they're both kind of misfits so hopefully that can bring them together.” 

Ominis chuckled again, seemingly amused with Jane’s musings. 

“Well hopefully it stays that way. Although I’m not Prewett’s biggest fan, I still would hate to know he had to struggle because of that coward.”

“You know, I still don’t know why it is you hate Duncan so much.”

“Yes but Hobhouse knows, and that’s enough.”

When they finished studying they made their way towards the great hall for lunch, talking happily as they went. It seemed things would just play out as a normal day, until they made it up to the doors, in which everything turned upside down.

“You mean to tell us you got that entire thing all by yourself?”

It was Everett’s high pitched voice that rang in around the hallway. Jane turned to see a group of what mostly looked like Ravenclaw students, but there was some red and yellow in there as well. At the center of the group was Duncan Hobhouse, holding a big ass leaf.

“Of course I did- traversed through the hidden herbology corridor all on my own. Plucked the leaf off, and made it back out.”

There were murmuring throughout the crowd, most of them looking pretty amazed. It seemed the only ones who weren’t convinced was Everett- along with the pair listening off to the side. As she listened, Jane got a horrible sinking feeling in her gut. From what she understood about Duncan in the game, there was no way he got in there all on his own. 

She put two and two together quickly; figuring Leander was actually the one responsible for getting the Venomous Tentacula leaf. She personally had avoided the side quest, but it seemed her interference between the two found the task completed anyway. But with what intentions had he convinced Leadner to do it…. She needed to figure the truth out quickly.

“Ominis I need you to go over there,” Jane whispered, leaning close into his ear. 

“What? To talk to Hobhouse?”

“Yes. I need you to ask in front of everyone if Leander was actually the reason for the leaf.”

“Ah yes, okay-” Ominis immediately pointed his red blinking wand towards the group and started to walk over. Jane took a step back and tried to hide herself around the corner so she was out of sight.

“I still say it's fake.” Jane heard Everett say annoyed. 

“We can go take it to Professor Garlick to confirm if you like, but it will just make you look worse.” Was the other boy’s retort.

She could imagine the smug look on Duncan’s face and suddenly her sinking feeling was turning into a bit of range. She tried to calm herself- nothing had been confirmed yet. There was a possibility that if Leander did get it for him that their friendship was still genuine.

“Are you sure your sudden emergence with the leaf isn’t due to your new friendship with Prewett?” Ominis’ voice called out over the crowd. “Seems a bit out of character for a coward such as yourself to traverse such a place on your own.”

Even from her distance, Jane could feel the shift in the crowd. Suddenly things felt a lot more tense, which made her nervous. 

“Well Gaunt-” The other boy replied with pointed rage. “That is exactly my point. This proves that the narrative of me being a coward is false. If I can do this then surely a mere Puffskein is nothing.”

“You didn’t answer my question though,” said Ominis, and Jane peaked from her hiding place to see a sly grin cross her friend’s face. “Was it really even you who acquired the leaf, or rather did you use your new friend, who we all know excels within the subject of Herbology, to do the dirty work for you?”

“You’re daft Gaunt, of course it was me.” Duncan responded coldly.

“Well then maybe it was just excellent timing that the two of you became friends right when you got up the courage to get to leaf. But as far as I can tell, this just proves you’re more of a coward than I had initially thought Puffskein Dunkein.”

There were more murmurs in the crowd, and then Everett started going off on confirming Ominis’ points. He talked about how everyone knew Duncan had just started up a friendship with the Gryffindor boy, and that Herbology really was Leander’s best class. It seemed everyone was piecing the truth together.

“WE ARE NOT FRIENDS!” Duncan called out over the crowd, and everyone stopped. Jane felt her heart drop.

“Just because that pratt has been following me around for the last few days doesn’t mean that we are friends. He probably just realized I was the only one who might have been desperate enough to willingly talk to him.”

“So, you’re not friends?” Ominis asked.

“Of course not-” He called back. “Actually having him around has been motivation enough to go and get the plant to prove to you all I’m not as ridiculous as you might have thought. That way I can make sure that he knows he isn’t worth my time, or anybody’s for that matter.”

The smug look on the bastard’s face dropped slightly when he caught sight of Jane walking up to the group. Maybe it was because he thought she might know the real story, or possibly it was the rage that burned within her glare towards him. Either way, he knew he was fucked.

“Where does the Herbology Corridor lead out to?” Jane asked over the crowd, drawing everyone’s attention to her.

“What?” His voice was shaky. 

“The hidden corridor, where does the other exit lead you?” She continued walking towards him, the crowd parting for her as she passed by them.

“Uhh, the other exit?”

“Well, I can’t believe you would trek all the way back through the corridor after getting the leaf, when the ladder was just right there next to the plant leading up to the trap door.”

Now that he had made his feelings towards Leander clear, Jane was ready to expose this little bug for the pest that he really was. She may not generally agree with the statement; once a coward always a coward, but in this case it fit.

“Oh well, it comes out in one of the green houses of course.” He tried to look confident as he said it, but Jane knew it was a bluff. It had been a good one though, seeing as it was right, but he didn’t know that.

“Mmm nice try, but the trap door is hidden under the tree by the astronomy table back in the same courtyard. The corridor does a switch back, which you would have known- if you actually went inside.”

“Ah did I say in the greenhouse? What I meant was right outside of the green house.”

“You are a pathetic excuse for a Ravenclaw.” Jane said, now looming in towards him. She could feel her magic start to bubble through her as her rage started to climb, but she kept it at bay- for now. The group was quiet around her, everyone watching the show they expected to see.

“All those brains and you didn’t even come up with a decent lie to tell us all. You could have had Leander come and corroborate your story, to tell everyone that it “really” was you who got the leaf. And he would have done it too, because he is one of the most genuine and committed people I have ever met. But you were too thick headed to see beyond your own ego.”

She held her wand out towards him, and watched as all the blood drained from his face.

“He wanted nothing more than to be your friend, and was probably willing to do whatever it took- and yet you abused him. You dragged him through the mud along with your own shitty reputation, and what do you have to show for it? Well, other than the ass handing you're about to get; you also lost the only person who would have ever willingly called you a friend.”

Jane took another step forward, placing her wand at the boy’s neck. Her anger was almost totally out of control, despite the even level that she kept her voice at. Of course she wasn’t going to do anything too crazy, but he was really going to regret using her friend like he did.

“You really are such a coward-” 

She was about to yell out a spell; maybe pull a James Potter and hang him upside down for some total humiliation, but then there was a hand on her shoulder. With a pulse of magic at the contact she turned to see Ominis standing next to her.

“He’s not worth it Jane,” He said quietly, pulling her gently away. “We’re right outside the great hall- as soon as he screams a teacher will be out here in a moment. Your time is much too valuable to waste in detention for Puffskein Dunkein.”

At his words, and touch, Jane started to deflate. Ominis was right, as much as she hated to admit it. It was hard to think of any reasoning against him though so she lowered her wand. At her movement Duncan let out a breath like he was going to pass out and Jane smirked.  

“If I ever hear you say anything about my friend again, you wont get off as easily.”

He nodded quickly, looking more than a little relieved. Jane turned to go, Ominis’ hand still on her shoulder.

“You made the right choice.” He said, walking a few steps beside her.

“Only because you asked.” She replied flatly, suddenly feeling a bit annoyed she was walking away. “That bug deserved to be squashed.”

“Oh I quite agree,” Ominis said with a smile and before Jane knew it he had left her and turned back to the group. He pointed his wand towards Duncan and yelled out Entomorphis. Then suddenly Puffskein Dunkein was on all fours with an antenna sprouting out of his head, his face distorting.

The group shrieked, drawing the attention from people heading towards the great hall. Jane watched with wide eyes as Ominis casted Aresto Momentum to stop the now scrambling Duncan from scurrying away. Then the blind boy magicked him up into the air so that anyone in the corridor would be able to see him.

People were laughing and pointing at the spectacle that was Duncan Hobhouse as a bug. Peeves also happened to float by and was left in a giggle fit at the show that was before him. And even though she was enjoying it, Jane ran over to where Ominis was now, a smirk on his face as he held the bug boy in the air.

“I thought you said he wasn't worth it!” She yelled out through the noise of the crowd.

“For you, not for me.” He replied, turning his head towards her. “But this way you’ll stay out of detention, and Hobhouse will learn not to mess with anyone important to you ever again.”

Jane wasn’t able to reply, because Professor Ronan had come out of the great hall, and looked less than pleased with what he saw before him. With a quick wave of his wand he turned Duncan back into a human and brought him down to the ground. As soon as the coward touched down he sprinted away, not even caring that his beloved professor was calling out after him.

--

“Did Gaunt really turn him into a bug??” Leander asked, his eyes shining bright.

Jane smiled weakly as she nodded. “Well bug like, I think the spell just gives you some bug qualities.”

The boy seemed impressed and more than a little giddy, but Jane couldn’t help but still feel worried about him. She had come to find him after she had given her witness statement to Professor Ronan, and then also Professor Weasley. Even though Ronan was head of Slytherin, she still had to retell what she witnessed to the Deputy Headmistress (since the headmaster didn’t care about things like this). 

She had shared her story, along with Everrett, since they had been there when everything happened. They both shared that Ominis had technically good intentions with his actions, but of course he still got in trouble. Five weeks detention actually, which sucked, but it could have been worse. 

Duncan also received detention though, once all of the story was told. Apparently Leander going into the hidden herbology corridor for him had landed him in the hospital wing when the giant Venomous Tentacula had taken a bite out of him after he pulled out the leaf. Since the Ravenclaw was the one to persuade the Gryffindor, Professor Weasley thought he should also face more consequences than what Ominis had dealt out. 

That’s where Jane was now though- in the hospital wing with Leander. As soon as she finally finished with her teachers she had raced right over. She felt terrible, but for some reason her friend didn’t seem too upset about things. Actually he wasn’t surprised to see her that at, all of which was a little too weird.

“Leander, I’m really sorry about all of this.” Even if he seemed fine, Jane knew she still had to try to make things right.

“Why are you sorry??” He asked, looking really surprised.

“Because if I hadn’t pushed you to go and talk to Duncan you wouldn’t have ended up in here, and wouldn’t have had to deal with such an ass of a person.”

“But you were only helping me out like I asked you to. I mean, you didn’t know that Puffskein Dunkein was this terrible. And in the end, it really worked out for the best.”

“What do you mean?” She asked, an eyebrow raised.

“Well during the whole debacle it turns out you said some stuff about me that made some of the other kids in our year have a change of heart. Amit Thakkar, Samantha Dale, and Arthur Plummly all came by to see me before you came, and said they wanted to give me another go at being friends. Honestly I don’t know much about Dale or Plummly, but I am really excited about Thakkar- I even got a chance to properly apologize about what I said about his family a few years ago.”

“Wow really?? Leander, that's great!” Jane said excitedly, feeling a huge weight lift off her shoulders. “So does that mean you and Amit will be friends?”

“Well I hope so, but for now I’ll just keep trying my best. Who knows though, since he’s already seen my less endearing qualities, maybe our friendship will grow as strong as yours and Gaunts!”

Jane smiled broadly, thinking about the Slytherin. “I truly hope so.”

“So don’t be sorry. I’m grateful for all you’ve done for me- you’re a pretty good friend Moore.”

“Well so are you Prewett, and I’m glad that now more people will be able to see that.”

Leander brought his hands up to his head, sticking his elbows out. It looked a little bit awkward with the bandage wrapped around his arm.

“Goodness, I don’t know what I’m going to do with myself now that I’m so popular. Seems like having too many friends will be my next battle. How will I manage them all??”

She rolled her eyes. “Oh what will you do? And Garreth; gosh he’ll be so devastated when he realizes you no longer have time for him-”

Loud footsteps sounded from outside the hospital wing and suddenly a mess of red hair bursted through the door. As per the norm, Jane seemed to have summoned him by saying his name. 

“Leander!” He called out, rushing towards his friend, nurse Blainey scolding him as he ran. “I just got back from Hogsmeade and heard what happened- are you okay??”

Leander reached out towards the other boy, looking at him very seriously dead in the eyes and holding tight to his shoulder.

“Garreth. I want you to know that no matter what happens you will always be my best friend.”

“Are you dying?????” The other boy asked, his face going white. He jumped forward and threw his arms around the other boy. Leander hugged him right back, the fervor of their friendship evident in their embrace.

Jane burst out into laughter at the madness of these two friends. Leander had been worried that because they were dating Garreth would not be there as much for him, but Jane didn’t think that was going to be the case. No matter what happened, there was no parting these guys- and history would see that their families would one day be united forever (xoxo Molly Prewett and Arthur Weasley). 

Thanks for reading <3

[tojiscrack]

saying this annyoumous bcus like saying I actually rlly like... kamo is scaryy AND I DONT WANNA BETRAY MEGUMI😖😖😖😖 I LOVEE MEGUMII DOTN GET ME WRONGG but likeeeee kamo is just so cute

like him trying to join the school committee (I think that's what's it's called I forgo😭) is just so cutee and im reallyy exicted to see more of them during their tutoring sessions😖💓 but I just KNOWWW I'm gonna be so sad when yk it doesn't work out between them eventually even though im still rooting for megumi😭

ALSO LIKE YN THINKS THAT KAMO LIKES TSUMIKI??? SO IM SCARED CUS LIKE DURING THE SESSION SHE ACKNOWLEDGED THAT BUT WAS STILL KINDA ODD TOWARSS HIM YK

idkkk😭 I'm excited for the next chapter, tho! take careee🐧🐧🐧🐧🐧🐧🐧

GIRL DON’T BE SCARED NO ONE IS GONNA ATTACK YOU FOR THINKING THAT 😟💜

i like to think that the differing views everyone has are just that, differing views. and we’re all a small family (growing day by day — thanks for 400 followers btw!!! 🥳) so no attacking-each-other-because-of-opinions pls 😀

i feel like a mother hen even tho a lot of you are older than me but idc 🙂‍↕️💜

it was the vibe i wanted to go for, like kamo being cute and you being conflicted now ‘cause you want a mercupine endgame 😋 but i underestimated how loyal a lot of you are towards megumi 😀 (like the #kamoisover thing? GUYS 😭)

‘like him trying to join the school committee’ — school committee, student council club, whatever you wanna call it really, but yeah! i initially thought, when writing it, people would be pleased. like i knew who wouldn’t, which is why before the chapter was released, i let everyone know that i think everyone’s gonna hate it, but i didn’t think it’d cause a whole army of militants like damn 😭

‘i’m really excited to see more of them during their tutoring sessions’ — how about OUTSIDE of their tutoring sessions? 👀

jk jk

👀

‘but i just KNOWWW i’m gonna be sad when it doesn’t work between them eventually’

…

just curious, anon, what makes you think mercupine’s endgame? 🌝

i’m not joking around with you guys, the ending has yet to be determined 😀

i have two possible endings i haven’t exactly incorporated into my vision board + plan just yet. i’m still undecided.

if i get a question about it, maybe i’ll elaborate. i’m still unsure, we’ll see :)

BUT YES, SHE ACKNOWLEDGED THE WHOLE TSUMIKI/KAMO THING HAHA 😭 she was a little awkward ‘cause it was one of those ‘ah, he just said smth about him and i when he’s actually seeing one of my family members’, so a little awkward yk?

^ will be addressed soon tho!

i’m excited for the next chapter too! mostly ‘cause you and a few others might like it, and then majority will hate it. we’ll see! <3

TY FOR DROPPING BY! DON’T BE SHY TO USE YOUR URL NEXT TIME, MOTHER HEN WILL DEFEND YOU FROM THE KAMO-HATE-TRAINERS HAHA <333

[pinknightsinmymind]

CAN YOU DO TEACHING ELLIE HOW TO DANCE BACHATA

【 let me teach you - ellie williams 】

ellie williams x latina!reader

wc: 1.7k

content: modern!au, TEETH ROTTING FLUFF, ellie being the shyest cutest gf, teaching ellie how to dance bachata, she's a fast learner and pretty good at it too, latina!reader in mind for this fic but any and all latinas can read this fic and feel included as i didn't reference any specific cultures or ethnicities. see author's note for more pls <33

a/n: YOUR MIND YES this was so cute and fun to write i hope you enjoy it and sorry it took me a while to get to your request <33 i would just like to say that i'm mexican and while in my culture we also dance bachata, ik each culture has their own versions of dancing it, so i kept the fic constrained to the basic steps and hip movements that ik to keep it as general as possible so anyone could read this and enjoy it. also, photo from @/elliesapocalypse (i'm not sure what platform they're on, but i found the image on pinterest)

After nearly an hour of teaching Ellie the basic bachata steps in your room, you told her it was time to apply it to couple dancing. Doing the steps alone was one thing, but partner work was a whole other, which is why you made sure she took it slow and started off with the basic steps first. Ellie had grasped onto it pretty easily, and although she understood it, she was still a little unsure of how well she’d do when dancing with you.

“I’m scared!” Ellie whined.

“Of what?” you asked. “I thought the big, bad Ellie wasn’t scared of anything?”

“Fuck off,” she joked. “I’m scared of looking like a fool in front of your family.”

“You’re not gonna look like a fool,” you reassured her.

“What if they can tell I’m not a good dancer?” she asked in a panicked voice. You giggled a little at her worry before grabbing her hands in yours. You smoothed over the warm skin of her knuckles with your thumb. Doing that usually helped to calm her down when she got worked up with nerves like this.

“You’re a guitar player, aren’t you?” She nodded her head in response to your question. “Then you should be able to follow the rhythm. It’ll be easy for you, okay?”

“Fine,” she sighed. “Okay, show me that video again.” She seemed a little bit more determined than before. You let go of her hands as you reached for your phone in your pocket. You opened up YouTube and played the video you had saved of a couple dancing bachata at a party. As soon as your mother told you your cousin was having a giant birthday party, your immediate thought was how excited you were to bring Ellie. Not to mention how excited you were to dance with her at the party. That, of course, required teaching her your family’s favorite dance styles, bachata being the most important one as it was their absolute favorite. As the video continues playing, you could see how focused Ellie was on it. Very focused. She seemed so dedicated.

“Is the video helping?” you asked. You glanced at her face beside you, seeing the way her eyes lit up.

“Yeah, I think I get it a little better, but I’m still gonna need you to teach me more,” she admitted.

“That’s okay,” you told her. “I’ll teach you. You look a little excited,” you noted.

“Well, looking at this video makes me realize how close we get to be when dancing. And it seems fun.”

“Good! Okay, for starters, you can just use a simple eight-count when dancing bachata, and it’ll work every time. We’re not doing any crazy dance moves, just the basic moves, and even that is enough to have fun on the dance floor. We’re not at a dance competition, okay?” You made sure to choose your words carefully and specifically as you knew how much of a perfectionist Ellie was.

“Well, that’s simple enough.”

“It is. So, on the fourth and eighth count, the last hip you moved is the same one you’re going to kind of buck up. Does that make sense?”

“Yeah, just like you showed me,” Ellie agreed.

“Exactly. Since we got the basic idea down, do you wanna try doing it together?”

“Hell yeah, babe,” she said excitedly. You pressed play on the playlist you had queued up and casted your phone onto your bed. You grabbed onto Ellie’s hands and placed them right on your hips. You scooted your body extra close to hers, and you could feel the warmth emanating off her body.

“Your hands go here,” you said, “mine go here.” You placed your hands on her shoulders, your fingers grazing against her neck. “Perfect! You’re gonna follow me for right now. We’re moving to the right first.” Ellie nodded, her eyes trained on you as you started to move. You moved your hips with each step, Ellie’s eyes following as she tried to replicate your moves. You were taking things slow so Ellie could follow along and learn, and she was slowly picking up on it. One, two, three, you counted in your head, and on the fourth count you popped your left hip up. Ellie followed along, and although she missed the fourth count, she was still getting a good grasp on the rhythm. “We’re going to the left now.” You started stepping to the left, this time leading with your right hip. Once you reached the eighth count, you popped your right hip up. Ellie was a beat late on the pop, but it was amazing to see how fast she was learning.

“This isn’t so bad,” she said quietly. You both stood still as you looked at her face, noticing how she seemed a little shy at the moment.

“I told you it wasn’t. Wanna keep trying?” you asked. She nodded. You started up again, leading her to the right, but she missed the hip movement again. It seemed like she had been so focused on moving her hips in a fluid movement like yours that she completely forgot about the last count for a moment. You understood what made the move hard, though. Moving the same body part again after you just moved it feels unnatural, and your body expects you to move the other side instead.

“It’s okay. You’ll get the next one,” you encouraged her. “You’re doing a really good job at the hip movements.” She really was. Watching her move her hips to the rhythm was addicting, and it made you a little flustered thinking about how good with them she was. The best part of bachata was feeling your partner close to you, moving together as one with you, staring into their eyes just as you and Ellie were doing now. It was beautiful. You rubbed Ellie's shoulder comfortingly, tapping the beats onto her shirt softly, then moving again to the left. Finally, Ellie caught on to the movement.

“You did it!” you cheered.

“You bet your ass I did!” she beamed. “They’re not ready for me at this party.” You laughed a little at her joke. She just seemed so excited and proud of herself, and it was so cute.

“Definitely not,” you replied. You leaned forward and gave her a small peck on her lips. “Good job, babe. Let’s keep practicing.” You and Ellie continued like before, you leading the way as you felt her body moving close to yours with the beat of the music. You had been this close to her while dancing before at her family parties, but those songs were typically slow, country songs she and Joel liked. Bachata was more energetic and faster paced, and when learning you usually needed to take it slow before you could actually pick it up. Ellie, however, was doing great. “You’re pretty much a natural,” you complimented her.

“Really?” she asked. There it was again—that shy look on her face. This also made you realize that talking while dancing wasn’t affecting her ability to stay on beat at all. Looks like you were right when you told her that being a guitar player would help her.

“Yeah! You picked this up really fast,” you said.

“Thanks,” she said. “I had a great teacher.”

“You’re corny.” And even though you were saying she was corny, you still had a giant smile on your face.

“You know you love it,” Ellie joked. The more the two of you moved, the more she seemed to get the dance down. She was hitting every beat perfectly now, and you were sure that by the time of the party she’d have them down extra smooth. You were beyond proud of her.

“Why have you been acting so shy today?” you asked.

“Just… feeling you real close to me, doing this dance with you. It’s just really intimate.”

“You’re such a sap,” you teased. “I’m proud of you, you know. You learned this so fast! You’re doing really good.” You didn’t miss the light pink blush spread across her face and the goofy smile that followed after.

“Now you’re just teasing me.”

“Not my fault you love praise so much.”

“Too far, [Y/N],” she said jokingly.

“I like doing this with you, too, you know,” you spoke up. “It’s nice. I like being able to teach you this kind of thing. I like that you want to learn.”

“I liked learning it from you,” she agreed. God, she was so adorable. You just wanted to squish her face in between your hands.

“Stop being so cute. I’m losing my cool here,” you groaned. Ellie laughed, and it was then that the two of you stopped moving.

“Yeah?” she teased. “You think I’m cute?” Her face was getting close to yours, and you could see every freckle, every blemish, every spot on that pretty face of hers. “Why don’t you kiss me, then, if I’m so cute?”

You didn’t reply to her taunts, only leaning in to finally meet her lips, warm and soft on yours, followed by the feeling of her hands cupping your face.

BONUS

“I really wanna try to spin you. Can we try it?” she asked. The way her eyes lit up, the smile on her face—she seemed like an excited puppy.

“Yes!” you agreed. You and Ellie resumed your previous positions, moving to the right and then back to the left to complete the eight count. It was after that last movement that Ellie grabbed your right hand, raising it in the air as she spun you around, and pulling you back into her body. Once she felt you against her again, she resumed your previous movements from before. Your bodies were so close together, your hands roaming from her shoulders to cup her face as she stared so deeply into your eyes. Your foreheads were pressed together with nowhere to hide, nowhere to run from the other's gaze, just straight into each other. She had such a firm grasp on your waist, her hips moving in tandem so close with yours. It felt like your breath had left your lungs realizing that she was leading the dance now.

[growup-thatbeautiful]

the four times benny calls you and the one time he doesn’t have to

A/n: i miss benny a whole lot for no reason and this is my manifestation of that :(( also someone dare me to write about jake seresin cause i want to but i’m scared

warnings: slight angst, cursing,

word count: ~2.3k

Triple Frontier Masterlist

General Masterlist

~*~

You’re standing at the kitchen counter, scrolling aimlessly through whatever social media platform you first opened when you took a break from getting ready. Your coffee is sitting on the marble in front of you, still steaming, and you’re dressed for work. 

It’s a quieter morning than normal. Usually, Benny’s here beside you, in tandem with your movements. You make his coffee, he reminds you to put in socks. It just works, somehow. 

Without him by your side, it’s lonely and cold, and you miss his arms around you, like they always seem to be when you need them. 

Early this morning, before the sun was up, Benny left with Will and Santi to go on to a boxing tournament close to his hometown, Because of that, he decided to stay a few more days and see his family, something you can understand. They’ve always been close, the Miller family, and you know how much Benny misses his mom. Unfortunately for you, though, work got in the way, and you’re stuck in Florida 

He left with a kiss pressed to your forehead and a hushed, “I’ll see you soon, honey. I love you.” 

You were too tired to open your eyes and see the small smile on his face. You did, however, feel the press of his lips against your temple. That’s not something you would ever miss, or, at least, you hope. 

Your screen is interrupted by a picture of Benny, announcing a phone call from him. It’s one of your favorite pictures of him, with his smile as big as it gets and his eyes trained at the camera, at you. The day it was taken, you remember, had started horribly. Your coffee spilled on the car ride to the beach, you forgot the sunscreen, and Benny missed a call from Will at a point when he was away. But, in perfect Benny fashion, things turned around with a few strange and inappropriate jokes and the right amount of sun. Just knowing that, with Benny, the worst days can become the fondest memories, is enough to keep the picture as your contact of him.

“Hi, baby,” you say, holding the phone up against your cheek. “How was your flight?” you ask, jumping onto the counter.

His sigh, while soft and probably meant to be hidden from you, plays through your phone directly into your ear. “Shitty. Santi didn’t have enough room, and his knee started acting up. We’re waiting on an uber now, I just wanted you to know that we landed safely.”

“Thanks for calling. Tell Santi I’m sorry.” You lean back on your hands and put your phone on speaker. 

“Okay, honey, I will.” You can hear the smile on his face, and the affection in his voice. “Are you on your way to work?” “I’m about to leave,” you say, looking at your lack of shoes and messy hair. 

“Meaning you don’t have your shoes on and you haven’t eaten breakfast.” Benny doesn’t have to be with you to know exactly what’s going on in your morning. 

“Am I that predictable?” you laugh along with him, missing the smile on his face. If only you were there to see the way his eyes crinkle up in the corner. 

“Only in the morning,” he consoles. “Our car is here, now, so we’re going to get going. I’ll put you on speaker phone and you can say hi to Santi and Will.”

“Hi, boys,” you sing. “Keep Benny in line while he’s there. I know those high school halls have a lot of old memories.”

“We’ll watch him,” Santi promises. “If you promise to have fun while he’s away. Enjoy that empty house without the pendejo running around like crazy.” 

“I’ll try my best.” Slowly, you make your way back to the bedroom and pull out your socks and shoes, sitting on the edge of the bed to put them on. It’s a little thing, a small detail in the larger picture of your day, but it’s also something that you’ve unknowingly relied on Benny for so long. 

“I’ll be home soon, honey. Just a few days, yeah?” Benny’s voice is loud again, and you can picture the phone shoved against his ear, his baseball cap resting haphazardly on his head. “Yeah,” you agree. “I’ll see you then. I love you, Benny. Be safe.”

“I love you too, sweetheart. Have a good day at work.”

~*~

The second time Benny calls you is later that night. He’s an hour behind you, so it’s not quite as late in Texas when he hits the dial button. It doesn’t matter, though, because you were waiting anyway. You didn’t have to talk to him about it, there was just an unspoken agreement to call you at night. 

“Hey, honey. Are you busy?” he asks, his voice grainy and lower in the phone static. 

You look at the cup of tea in your lap and the sitcom on the television. “Very. But I can make time for you in my schedule, Miller.” 

“Thanks.” He sounds tired, and you know, just from hearing him speak, that he’s been running his hands through his hair nervously, causing it to stick up in all directions. You can see him sitting in his childhood bedroom, comic book heroes on the walls, and a creaky twin bed in the corner. “Tell me about your day.” 

You hum and take a sip of tea. “It was pretty normal, other than the fact that I was missing a certain someone all day. Even Yvette commented that I seemed off.”

Benny gasps dramatically, and you hear the sound of him flopping against his bed. “Yvette? The heartless Yvette? That can’t be true.”

“It is,” you confirm. “I guess I must have looked really shitty.”

“Never,” he immediately counters. “You just have sad eyes, sometimes.”

“Sad eyes?” you snort, putting your tea down on the low table. “That’s what every girl wants to hear Benjamin.”

“What can I say, I’m a charmer,” he drawls. “Especially for girls with sad eyes.” 

You laugh an ugly, full-bodied laugh, your head thrown back against the cushions, your eyes closed as you shake with it. “I’ll keep that in mind when you get back.” You relax into the couch, looking at the cracks in the ceiling. “You better come back soon,” you say. “It’s fucking lonely without you.”

“It is here, too,” Benny says. You know, it’s weird. I lived here my whole life without you, and now I’m here and it feels like you should be at my parents' house with me.” 

Your hands run across your face, your mind revolving his words around. “I think that’s love, Benny.”

“Of course it is,” he easily agrees. “I don’t know what else it would be, baby.” It shouldn’t surprise you how your stomach fills with butterflies, how a smile finds its way to your face from his words. 

“You’re fucking cheesy,” you say, mostly because you don’t know what else to say. 

“You love me for it,” he deflects. “I can be as cheesy as I want to be, and you can’t do a thing about it, honey. You’re stuck with me.” “I’m stuck with you?”

“Yep. Will and Santi would never let me fuck it up. They like you too much, honey.”

“That’s good to know,” you smile, settling further into the couch. The pillow is smushed against your cheek, your tea cooling in the chilly evening air. “What’s your plan for tomorrow?”

“I’ll do a little training, whatever Will has planned, then my parents are taking us to dinner. They miss you, by the way. I don’t think I can get away with not bringing you with me next time.”

“Tell Susan and Daniel I wish I was there,” you mumble against the cotton. “Don’t push yourself too hard tomorrow, yeah? You have a big fight.”

“Aw, honey, you’re worried about me,” he grins. “I won’t get hurt, don’t worry.” There’s rustling on the other side of the phone, and you hear someone speaking to him.

“Is that Will?” you ask. “Tell him hi for me. If it’s Santi tell him I found the chocolate that he ate and he can fuck himself.” “It’s Santi,” Benny says, moving the phone away from his ear to say, “Santi, she says you’re fucked for eating her chocolate.” 

“Thanks, Benny.”

“Anytime, baby. I love doing your dirty work. I have to go, mom set the kitchen on fire again. Will is trying to get her to stop cooking, but she won’t take the hint.” 

“Okay,” you laugh. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Talk to you tomorrow.” 

~*~

“My mom wants to say hi to you,” Benny immediately warns when you call him. “I wasn’t able to get you out of it, unfortunately, so be prepared to listen about JoAnne’s latest drama.”

“She’s dating Roger, the grocery store clerk,” Will calls from his spot across the room, comfortable in an armchair. “It’s a whole scandal, here.”

“Let me talk to my girl before she’s taken away by mom,” Benny complains. “I only get to talk to her when you aren’t keeping me busy, asshole.”

“Benjamin, language,” Susan chides, ruffling his hair. “Don’t swear around pretty girls like her. It’s not-”

“Seemly,” Benny and Will chime in, sending looks at each other knowing looks. 

“Hey Susan,” you call. “How are you?”

This time, you don’t get to talk to Benny as much as you would want to, but you get to hear his mother gush about how much he’s grown and how happy he is with you. That can never be a waste to listen to, especially when she gives you stories about how Benny followed Will around before he could even walk. 

She talks for longer than you have time to listen to, and by the time she’s done, you’ve long since finished going on your walk. It’s nice, though, to have someone care so much about you; to have a whole family that’s taken you in with open arms. Susan doesn’t even give the phone back to Benny before she hangs up with a sweet, “You’re coming for Christmas and I don’t care what excuse Benny has.” 

~*~

It’s the night of Benny’s fight after he’s finished getting his knuckles beaten and bloodied. You can see, from his side of the facetime, that there’s a cut on his lip and a bruise underneath his left eye, but you’ve seen him worse. His head is pillowed in his hands, tilted to the side. There’s damp sweat in his hair, which hangs in front of his face, framing his eyes. He looks good, like he always does after his fights. The adrenaline coursing through his veins lights up his eyes, making them even brighter than usual. He’s not wearing a shirt and the sweat that shines against his golden skin makes it absolutely glow in the low light of some backroom used to house the fighters. 

You don’t hesitate to tell him how good he looks, and he doesn’t think twice about matching the praise with a grin on his face. “Look at you,” Benny sighs. “Shit, you’re pretty.” 

“Just pretty?” you tease, tilting your head to the side. 

“Among other things,” he admits softly. “But you already know that, honey.” 

“So, how was the fight?” You already know, of course, that he won, thanks to a quick text from WIll letting you know how Benny’s doing. You would have started the call differently if you knew he lost.

As soon as you saw Will's text after you got out of the shower, you called Benny, wearing his t-shirt and a pair of pajama shorts. Your hair is creating a wet spot against the comforter of your bed, but you can't seem to care.

“It was easy. If I’d have known it would have been like this I wouldn’t have trained the way I did. Fucking waste of time.” You don’t know if it’s confidence, which it could be, or the right amount of pride in how the fight turned out, which it also could be. Will was vague in his description, but he said, after Benny warmed up, it was pretty brutal for the other guy.

“Benny,” you half-scold, half-laugh along. “You’ll have to give me a recap when you get home.”

“I will,” he promises. “I can’t fucking wait to see you again. It feels like it’s been forever.”

“It has been forever,” you affirm. “Next time I’m quitting my job and following you around. That’s what Santi does, anyway, right? I can do it better to him.”

“I’m sure you could, honey. You would definitely have perks that Pope doesn’t have either.” His statement is met with an over-the-top eyebrow waggle and a wide grin, which you still haven’t worried up any immunity against. 

"I better," you laugh. "Santi does have a better ass, though. He could work as eye candy in a pinch."

"Who says he hasn't?" Beny jokes, positioning the phone to show you a grumpy-looking Santiago and a disgusted Will.

"Hi," you wave at them, smiling and trying not to laugh at their combined expressions. "Benny didn't tell me you were there." "Sorry," Benny says, but he doesn't sound even halfway apologetic. "I forgot. You just distract me too much, honey."

"Fuck off, Ben," Santiago groans, running a hand across his face. "You win one fucking fight and suddenly you're the king of the jungle."

"I already was that," he deflects. "Now I just have someone to brag to. Someone who doesn't tell me to fuck off all the time."

"Yeah, I only do sometimes," you agree. "When he's being a real asshole." You put your phone against the pillows on your bed and lay down, tired of holding it up.

"And that's such a rare occurrence," Will adds drily. "He's always a piece of cake."

"I am," Benny defends. "Sweetheart, are you really going to let them gang up on me like that?"

"Seeing as you're all grown men sitting in a high school locker room, yes, I'm going to let them do whatever the fuck they want."

"I knew there was a reason we kept you around," Santi laughs. Benny's face is scrunched up in a mock hurt expression and Will hides a smile behind his hand. "Come on, Will. I can tell when we aren't wanted. Let's leave these two kids to themselves." "Finally," Benny calls after them as they walk away. You see, out of the corner of the camera, Will flip him off. "So, honey, is that my t-shirt you're wearing?"

“And what if it is, Miller?”

~*~

You’re sitting on the kitchen counter, one of your favorite spots to aimlessly scroll through your phone or sit and wait for food on the stove. Music is blasting through your speaker, some sappy old country shit Benny’s got you hooked to. Currently, you’re waiting for water to boil for tea, wearing yet another one of Benny’s army shirts and a pair of sweatpants. The shirt, though worn thin and scattered with holes, keeps Benny’s smell: smoky cologne and the mint gum he’s always chewing.

Benny’s supposed to be home tomorrow, and you’re finding it hard to get anything done. All you can think about is seeing him again, hearing his laugh again. There’s a reason he usually takes you with him. Neither one of you does good when you’re apart, you never have. Since you were kids, phone calls always meant missing his presence next to you, whether it was because he was grounded by his mom or because he was as over at some other girls’ house.

After that, it meant he was overseas somewhere, and that was even more unbearable. When he came back, for the final time, you figured he was going to be by your side for good. So, it really isn’t a surprise that his a sense comes with such anxiety for you. It just sucks.

You don’t hear the front door opening and closing; Benny knows how to be quiet when he wants to. You don’t even see him until he’s leaning against the doorway, a black t-shirt tight across his chest, baseball cap on backwards. “There’s my girl,” he says, taking long strides towards you.

He stops when he’s in between your dangling legs, and he, with ease, pulls you closer to him by your thighs. “Hi, honey,” he murmurs with a grin. Before you can say anything in response, he leans in and wraps his arms around you, his hands underneath your thighs. You let out a surprised shriek when he lifts you up, carrying you to the bedroom.

“Benny- there’s boiling water on the stove,” you attempt to explain, but you’re cut off by the air leaving your chest when he holds you against the wall.

“I’ll make you tea later,” he breathes, his face buried in your neck. “We have lost time to make up for. I fucking missed you so much.”

“I missed you, too,” you admit softly. “Fuck Texas.”

He laughs against your skin, his breath warm. “Fuck Texas, huh?”

“Yes,” you emphasize. “Fuck it.”

“Baby,” he drawls, pulling away to look you in the eye. “How about you start with me, then we can move on to Texas?”

You barely, barely, hold in the urge to roll your eyes. “You’ve been spending too much time with Santi. Don’t make me send you back.”

“You would never.” His tone is confident, surety laced in his accent.

He’s right, of course. You could never send him away.

[lives-in-midgard]

Secret Crush

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Summary: Reader drives to Chris, then a thunderstorm comes and reader has to stay the night and share a bed with him.

Warnings: Fluff, Thunderstorm

A/N: Hey everyone! This is my fic for @secretswiftymarvelfan writing challenge with the promts Chris Evans, only one bed and the Dialogue “I made breakfast, but I didn’t know what you liked so I made enough to probably feed a small army”. It was really fun writing it and I hope you enjoy it.

Masterlist

It is a beautiful Saturday when you are driving to Chris’s home to practice some scenes with him for your upcoming movie. He is a really good friend of yours and you love doing movies with him. While driving you are listening to your favorite Taylor Swift album and you are very excited to spend some time with him. You park the car in front of the house and can hear a dog bark. That must be Dodger, you think. You take your bag and go to the door. You are about to knock when Chris opens the door.

“Hey y/n!” Chris greets you with a big smile on his face and gives you a hug. You love being hugged from him, it always makes you feel better. You and Chris go inside when Dodger starts to jump at you.

“Hey Dodger, I missed you.” You say and kneel to pet him. As you looked up you can see Chris smile at you and Dodger.

“Did you miss me too?” Chris asks you.

“I saw you yesterday and the day before” you joked and make him laugh. You both sat on the couch and Dodger jumps up and lays his head on your lap. You begin to smile and pet him while talking with Chris. After a while you start to learn a few scenes with him. After a few hours you can hear the rain splash against the window.

“Let’s make a break.” Chris suggests while putting his script away.

“Okay, that’s a good idea.”

“Let’s eat something, I made lasagne before you were here.” Chris says and you both go to the kitchen. You two eat something and of course Dodger eats something too. You are eating when you suddenly hear a thunder and freeze. You are scared of thunderstorms since you are kid and Chris didn’t know about that. Chris sees that you are getting tense.

“You should stay the night, Y/n I don’t want you to drive home in this weather.” Chris says.

“I don’t want to bother you.”

“You are not bothering me Y/n, I promise.” He says and you can hear another thunder but this time it is much louder than before.

“Okay, yeah. I’ll stay I am not putting a foot out there.” You fearfully say.

“What about we watch a movie so you can’t hear the thunder.” You begin to smile. He knows exactly what you need.

“Yeah, that would be great.” You nod and go to the couch and he puts Disney plus on. He looks at you and can see a scared look on your face as another thunder is to hear.

“What movie would you like to watch?” He asks you.

“Toy Story.” Because you know he also likes the movie you suggest to watch it and he starts the movie. After a while Dodger joined you and you totally forgot the storm outside when suddenly the lights and the tv went off, you flinch.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Chris spokes softly and puts the light of his phone on.

“You stay on the couch with Dodg while I grab some candles, okay?”

“Please hurry up!” You whisper.

“I will, cuddle with Dodger while I am gone.” You cuddle up with Dodger and you sniffle when you hear another thunder and see the lightning.

“Hey, I’m back” Chris says while putting a few candles on the table. He sits beside you, and you sit up.

“Can you …hmm… maybe hold me?” You carefully ask him.

“Of course, I can sweetheart.” Chris gets closer to you and pulls you into his arms. You feel so save in his arms and start to relax. After a while the storm stops but you are still cuddling on the sofa. Suddenly the TV went back on.

“Do you want to continue the movie?” Chris asks you.

“I think I’d rather go to sleep now.” You reply and he turns the TV off.

“Okay, but there is a problem I only have one bed my guest room is currently being renovated. But I can sleep here if you want and you can have the bed.” Chris scratches his neck.

“No, you don’t have to sleep on the couch Chris. I don’t mind if we share the bed.” You softly say to him because you don’t want to sleep alone. He smiles and you follow him up the stairs. He takes a shirt from his closet and hands it to you. He tells you that you can wear it and gives you a new toothbrush. After brushing your teeth and putting his shirt on you go back into his room and see him laying in bed. He locks up and sees you standing there.

“Are you sure you are okay with this?” He asks you while putting his phone on the night table.

“Yeah, it’s just sleeping, right.”

“Yeah” Chris nods and you make yourself comfortable in his bed. He turns the light off and you say goodnight and try to sleep. When you start to shiver.

“Is everything okay sweetheart?” Chris asks into the dark.

“I’m a little cold.” You mumble.

“We can cuddle if you want, my arms are warmer.” Chris says and you move over to him. You rest your head on his chest while he wraps his arm around you. After a few minutes you fall asleep.

…..

You wake up to a barking sound and blink because of the light that comes through the window. You realize that you are still cuddled up with Chris and are laying on his chest.

“Good morning” Chris mumbles.

“Good morning” you greet and pull away from him that’s when you both hear dodger bark again.

“I’ll go downstairs and let dodger out, you can stay here for a while if you want.” He yawns and stands up. You lay there for a while when you decide to go brush your teeth and change into your clothes again. As you walk down the stairs you can smell so many different things. You go to the kitchen table and see, fried eggs, omelet, French toast, different kind of buns and even waffles and pancakes. You look up and see Chris coming from the bathroom.

“I made breakfast but didn’t know what you like so I made enough to probably feed a small army.” Chris nervously says and you chuckle. He is so cute you think. You both sit down, eat something and drink a coffee.

After a while

“I lied to you.” Chris suddenly says and you look at him. You hate when people lie especially when they are important to you.

“What do you mean?” You ask him scared what he will say.

“Because of my guest room.... it is not getting renovated...I didn't want you to sleep alone...in case something happens...I have a crush on you y/n and I really enjoyed cuddling with you.” Wow he likes you too. You begin to smile and see a confused look on his face. You have a crush on him for so long and didn’t think he would feel the same.

“I enjoyed it too, and I can’t believe you also have a crush on me.” You say and he instantly smiles when you hear dodger bark which means he wants to go back inside. You go to the door and let dodger inside and say good morning to him. When you turn around Chris is standing right in front of you.

“So, you’re not mad that I lied?” He nervously says.

“No, I’m not, otherwise we probably wouldn't know that we both have feelings for each other.” You say and that makes him very happy.

[gothy-froggy]

Hi so sorry about One Piece literally being my Roman Empire right now but I have a few things I think are really silly and wholesome.

So I have this character I made while I was bored. She’s known as “strange creature” because…she’s a strange creature

And I’m imagining that this like 2-3 feet creature being in the One Piece universe where literally no one can be mean or bring themselves to harm her.

This motherfucker is like SCP 999 just silent and stares. That gives everyone she likes gifts that she finds.

Strange creature gives people gifts that reminds her of them. If she really likes someone she makes gifts for them. So I’ll be telling you all which gifts she gives to different One Piece characters because come on, she’s adorable.

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Luffy

Old key

Strange creature’s first gift for Luffy was a key. Why?

Well to strange creature, keys unlock a door to a new journey and a new story. She sees Luffy as a key since he just goes right for it, into the unknown without fear. She sees him just as adventurous as a key ready to unlock a new journey.

Zoro

Pillow

She knows that humans need to sleep. So Zoro barely getting any sleep but also sleeping a lot concerns her in her own way. Because he naps she sees a pillow and it reminds her of him.

The gift is also out of concern and her telling him to get more rest. She’ll just go to his room, grab the pillow and just chuck the pillow at his face. I’m not joking. She literally does that.

Nami

Unopened crystal

Do y’all remember that Barbie movie where Barbie has an amethyst and calls the guy “unassuming?” That’s what I mean, but the meaning is different.

Strange creature holds the amethyst as if it’s a rock before opening it to Nami. It’s her basically saying that she comes off as cold and tough on the outside, but has a tragic yet beautiful story that made her such a wonderful woman. Strange creature tries to write out what she means, but she doesn’t know English so the gang just needs to decipher her language.

Usopp

Carnelian necklace

Now strange creature can’t exactly connect with him, which is rather unusual for her. It’s not that she dislike or hate him, she just doesn’t fully understand him.

But she knows he’s scared. She wants to help. So strange creature gives him…a necklace? No, no, no, a carnelian necklace. Strange creature studied crystals because they’re colorful and shiny. She loves those things. She learned how to read the English language, but can’t write. So she made a (awful) drawing demonstrating that carnelian gives you confidence. She just wants to help Usopp to help him reach his dream :(

Shanks

Fox plushie

Strange Creature kept following Shanks around and that’s how she ended up just being with him. Shanks literally could not shake this small thing off. So he eventually gave up and just allowed her. Strange creature comes up to a hungover Shanks just staring at him until he asks what she wants and she just holds the fox plushie up to him.

Strange creature loves foxes. She likes that they’re playful, cute yet very mischievous. Foxes reminds her of Shanks on so many levels. So strange creature found a fox plushie and gave it to Shanks. In her very terrible hand writing, there’s a note saying “remins me of yu”

…she’s still learning English leave her alone.

She also customizes it by giving it a straw hat, his scars, and a black jacket by a fabric she found.

Mihawk

White rose

Let’s say she lands in One Piece and ended up with Mihawk than the straw hats. It didn’t take her long to like Mihawk. Sure, his style isn’t the most bright and colorful out there, but he’s stylish. She likes it. So Mihawk’s gift is a white rose. Very elegant, very pretty but those thorns hurt.

Strange creature saw someone get hurt by the thorn of a rose and it reminded her of Mihawk. So she took one. She chose white because it’s not a flashy color, but fits Mihawk’s style and aesthetic well, like the feather on his hat. So she took a white rose, waddled on over to a sitting down with feet up on desk Mihawk and gave him the white rose.

Arlong

Armor piece

Arlong probably saw it as an insult so she attempts to draw it multiple times to explain. One that finally works is Arlong in front of a mirror and the reflection being the piece of armor. The fishmen and strange creature playing game to help Arlong know the meaning of the odd gift 😭

This was her basically saying he’s a very tough cookie. Both physically and personality wise. Though she isn’t insulting Arlong. Strange creature thinks everyone should be a little bit a strong cookie like him. In a way, strange creature respects Arlong and she saw a shiny armor piece as Arlong.

Buggy

Colorful jacket

Strange creature most likely gets along with Buggy with the most, or at least top 3. If a strange creature ended up with Buggy, she loved the circus. So much. When they go to a village, she walks over to Buggy and give him a really, really nice bright jacket that’s right up his alley.

Style, bright, colorful things will almost always go to Buggy. So when she sees the jacket, she uses her strange yet adorable face to get for free along with a little rock, thinking it’s money, to give to buggy. She’s struggles a bit. Strange creature his carrying this big jacket around, bumping into things and people until she stumbles over to Buggy. She was very proud of her find.

Circus themed tarot cards

Two gifts? Wow, she gets along with him. Strange creature saw Buggy trying to get information with some cards and went for a little hunt on land for some tarot cards. She found a shop and looked for the perfect deck. Strange creatures found one that has clowns and were very circus themed. She held the card deck up to Buggy.

Juggling balls, Buggy themed

Yes, Buggy had became strange creature’s favorite. So much, Buggy got a deserved handmade gift from her. Strange creature noticed how much Buggy juggles. So she wanted to show how much she really sees Buggy as her friend.

So she spent a lot of time to make Buggy handmade juggling balls that represents Buggy the Clown. Some having the Buggy skull symbol, some with him in a simple yet nice art style, and his colors. She leaves them in a present box for him. She was also very proud of her work for him.

[crazylittlejester]

i personally don’t have any food allergies, but my younger sister does, and when she was younger they were a lot more severe so i always tried to make sure we knew where her allergy medicine and epi pen were when we first found out. it also sucked because she was the first of anyone in my family to have food allergies so it shocked and scared us pretty badly when she had her first allergic reaction.

anyway, i wanted to one, thank you for writing fics where wars had that anxiety over food so that others (like myself) can try and understand a bit better those with food anxiety!! and then two, because my love language is basically giving/making food to others, *throws as many oranges as possible towards you* i hope you feel better and that people stop being jerks to people with allergies!! (i’m glad you have someone like your friend’s mom who at least tries their best though!!)

I keep two epi pens on me always, and my best friend carries one as well, not because she has allergies but just because she said she’d feel more comfortable if she had one too since we spend so much time together, so I gave her one. That first allergic reaction is definitely absolutely terrifying for everyone involved, because oftentimes no one knows what’s happening and no one really thinks “Oh it’s an allergic reaction” because you’re either the one on the floor unable to breathe or you’re watching it happen to someone you love and it’s just awful because everyones is panicking

I really wish people were more aware of what allergic reactions look like and how to handle them/help, I feel like a lot of lives could be saved this way. I went to grade schools that treated allergies like a joke, because they just didn’t understand, and I think schools are getting better about it now from what I’ve heard, but I firmly believe that schools should teach kids about allergies to spread awareness. Especially because food allergies aren’t even an uncommon thing anymore???

A kid in my class junior year of high school had a severe allergic reaction and the teachers and adults all stood around not knowing what to do, and it was his best friends who gave him the epi pen, called 911, and handled everything. That group of 16/17 year old boys literally saved their friend’s life because they were taught what to do (by said friend with allergies), and that’s why I think it’s so important people learn what to do in situations like that. Like if you know how to give an epi pen, you literally know how to save someone’s life

And like I said last night, I think it’s kinda insane that after nineteen years of trying to explain to people what this kind of food anxiety feels like, all it ended up taking was a couple fanfictions about a guy who’s scared of being poisoned 😭 I’m really glad I finally found a way to get people I know and also internet strangers to get to a place where even if they’ll never understand exactly what it feels like, they can at least see the thought process and understand that way, but the WAY through which I finally accomplished this is hilarious to me.

Thanks LU Warriors for ur sacrifice king 😭

I am incredibly grateful for both my friend and her mom for everything they do for me, and also for every single person who tries their best to understand an experience they might not ever have. Again, it’s crazy that what it took was Zelda fanfiction to get people to see what it’s like, but hey, I’ll take it 🫶

[lokissweater]

-OMG!!! I’m so excited to read this!!!

-They’ve already been dating for TWO YEARS?!!!!

-“The educational system was preventing you from seeing your man “ HAHAHA

-“And make fan edits of you while I wait” GIRL, the way she exposes herself 😂😂

-Not that being an excuse of Y/N about Megumi not supporting her hobbies 😂😂

-“I thought you liked my edits” HAHAHA 😂 That for sure would be me

-“I love you pretty baby, I’ll see you” He’s so sweet!!!!

-Megumi and Y/N’s best friend are so funny!! They’re almost always fighting!

-He got Y/N’s favorite flowers!! That’s so cute!!!

-“That man is an ogre” 😂😂😂

-Not Megumi being angry and jealous at Yuuji and best friend!!

-Jealous Megumi supremacy!!!

-“your best friend yanked your collar again and you screamed as megumi grabbed you and pulled you up against his chest, shielding you away from your lunatic girl friend as she cackled and pointed at megumi” (I imagined the meme of that lady carrying a man and pointing, Gumi would be that woman and Y/N the man that’s being carried)

-“Megumi is a weirdo” Poor Megumi

-“I thought we were best friends Fushiguro” AWWWWWW

-“And not be around idiot insane people anymore” HAHAHA, but low key Megs and Y/N are a bit insane…

-“Your best friend is clinically insane” So is his!

-“Remember when I fucked you in here?” HAHAHA is how he says it so casually to me

-I love it when people describe Megumi with wet hair as a young version of Toji!

-I love it when he calls us “baby”

-“if you put it in my purse i swear to god i’m never letting you see me naked ever again” HAHAHA, he got scared by that!

-“I worry that it’ll bother you eventually” “O won’t. Did your ex-boyfriend make you feel bad about it? is that why?” OMGGGGGG, he just goes straight to the point

-“And then I started paying” I mean, it wouldn’t be so bad if they would done like I pay this night out, you pay the other, or something like that

-“Since I bought you dinner are you gonna buy me this?” Boy, I think that if you’re dating someone it should be like both on the same level, and I hate that he acted like because he did one thing Y/N needs to buy things for him? Like it would be better if they did those things bc they wanted to and not like that

-“What a fucking idiot” We all say in unison

-“i do what i do because i love you… and because you deserve it. and because i’m supposed to.” 🥹: my honest reaction when I read that

-Wait! What if Y/N’s ex knew Hannah and they were friends or something and Hannah knew about him being Y/N’s ex and convinced him to go with her to a basebnak match where he sees Y/N with Megs?? And he just gets angry bc he’s an idiot?! (I’m just thinking he would be idiot enough to do that)

-Megumi is such a savage!!!

-“baby I’m flashing the city, please” HAHAHA, I loved that!!

-OMG THE PICS!!!!!!!!!!

-“Cool baseball man” I LOVE THAT, like she said it before, and just putting it in the teddy bear is just their inside joke!!! I love that!

“Gumi, money is a social construct” I mean, YES.

-OMFG!! I LOVEEEEEEE MARY JANES, actually, I recently bought a red pair! So it makes it feel real!!!

-“Him laughing at you” why is he like that?!! 😂😂

OMG!!! This was super super cute, it made think of Megumi got sweet tooth bc of Gojo bc I imagine him just buying sweet things for (almost) every meal of the day, also Y/N’s isn’t much mentioned but I hate him from the little I know of him!

-🩷

BAHAHAH BRO reader is the realest of the REALEST and will make it known that her mlb man is HAAAWWTTTT !!! 🫦🫦🫦 AND THE DYNAMIC BETWEEN THE GROUP, ESPECIALLY MEGUMI AND READERS BEST FRIEND IS SOOOO FUN FOR ME TO WRITE I DIEEEEE !!!! IM HAPPY TO SEE YOU FIND IT FUNNY HEEEHEEE <3333

AND YES OH MY GOD that’s exactly what i was trying to do 🫦 megumi looking like toji 🫦🫦 MEEEEOOOOWWWWUUHHHH !!!! so scrumptious.

AND OH MY GOD THAT IS SUCH AN INTERESTING IDEA WITH HANA AND Y/N EXXXX I HADNT THOUGHT OF THEM INTERACTING LIKE THAT !!!! and he definitely would be enough of an idiot to try and do something like that bro 😭😭 like pls 😭😭 GTFO

STOOOPPPP I LOVE MARY JANES TOO SO SO MUUUCHHHH THE GASP I GUSPED READING YOU JUST GOT A PAIR !!! I LOOOVEEE THATTTT !!! <3333

and LITERALLY exactly that !!! mlb!megumi has a HUGEEEE sweet tooth because gojo was serving him and his sister sweets and ice cream and cookies for breakfast lunch and dinner growing up 😻😻

I LOOVEEEE YOUUUU I REMEMBER YOU DOING THIS FOR THE PREVIOUS FIC TOO AND I AM ASBOLUTELY FLOOORRREDDDDD AAAHHHHH !!!! THANK YOU THANK YOU FOR READING AND FOR STOPPING BY TO TELL ME YOUR PRECIOUS THOUGHTSSS MY LOVEEE !! 🥹🥹❤️❤️❤️

PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF !! <333 SMOOOCCHHHH !!