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I NEED A TOXIC SET OF YANDERE GARY HEADCANONS OR AN IMAGINE INSPIRED BY THE SONG "Christmas kids" by roar with a gender neutral reader tho

Like, where reader tries to break up with Gary even tho he manipulated them and practically brainwashed them, and when they realised how toxic it was they tried to break up with him and he doesn't let them and tries it all again and it works because Y/N is a dumb bitch 💀

I don't condone this behaviour AT ALL but it's so Gary that I hate when people try to headcanon him as soft for his partner 😭

as much as I love and crave ooc gary, writing something darker and more close to his actual character is always fun

THE DECAY OF AN INNOCENT

pairings yandere!gary smith x gn reader warnings swearing, mentions of manipulation and stalking, toxic relationship, yandere, mentions of death and torturing, physical abuse, heavy stuff man, using fear as a way to keep you by his side!, gary smith but ten times worse summary gary but worse basically ruins you till you ehh just read the fic.

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a/n: I liked writing this I didn't proof read sorry if there is any errors lol

WHERE TO BEGIN with GARY Smith, he's a character...even more so as a yandere! 

To start it off I'll just begin to clarify he's not too soft. In fact, he thinks harming you only makes you a stronger solider to set forth in his army. Or at least his army to be. He's still fantasizing about that. 

Anywho, he loves torture! And to lure you into that trap is just what he's yearning for. He knows of your habits, so much so he sometimes mimics them hoping you'd notice and say something─whether its confrontation or not. He wants you to notice him. Hes not discreet about what he does for your attention. He craves it like Eunice craves chocolate. 

Meaning, he's got you right where he wants you. 

You dropped your pencil while fidgeting with it─you were biting the skin around your right finger nail and it just slid from your left hand. You bend to pick it up before a hand does first, the boy sitting in front of you. Gary. You weren't an idiot (cough cough you were cough), you knew what kind of boy he was. You knew from the way people described him, the Antichrist as some girls said dramatically, the devil's advocate was often heard from teachers. He wasn't a nice boy. "You dropped your pencil." He murmured almost too quiet, a plain expression on his face. He was unreadable. You couldn't reach him from where you were sitting, you couldn't grasp what happened in his mind. "Ah, thanks." You smiled kindly as you took the pencil, swallowing nervously as he turned back around. Weird, you thought.

His obsession started there, and he couldn't stop it. It was something about you that made you so vulnerable to his plan that made him want to ruin you in  any way he possibly could. 

And you were a prodigy. In his eyes, you were something worth worshiping. 

Something worth killing for. 

It started out, simply glancing at you from afar at a nearby locker pretending it was his, watching you chat with a person, too close. He felt his anger seething through the gaps in his teeth and shivered at the utter malice that he garnered from watching it happen. The next day, that person was never heard or seen from. They weren't found anywhere. It remained the same for a few days before they went searching. 

They found their body left with a note. 

"For my dearest, I wish you find me soon. We are meant to be. You are so unbelievably mine and I hope you realize that soon." 

No name, it wasn't signed. 

It was evidence of his sick love for you. 

Yet no one knew.

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Months later, you had finally noticed him enough for him to make his move. You accepted gracefully and took his hand like he was the sweetest boy you had ever met. Which was the idea that you had in mind. And for the first few weeks he was exactly that─until it all blew over. He saw you talking to a classmate, seriously platonic nothing at all to do with trying to leave him yet he spiraled. He went absolutely nuts and he made sure you knew just how mad he was. When he had gotten to your dorm room and practically hit you like you were some puny nerd he liked to pick on. He gave you bruises that night. 

"Learn...let this be a lesson not to talk to anyone but me. You don't need anyone else." He'd practically spit at you with a voice so hoarse it didn't even sound like him. He cradled you, as crazy as that moment was he cuddled you and kissed you and fixed you up like it wasn't completely his fault you were hurt. 

And you fell for it. 

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Months later it was the exact same routine, if he found you talking to anyone he'd fucking kill them then nearly kill you. Would he tell you he killed them? Of course not he's not an idiot. 

He's smart, and he knows it. Or, at least believes it? 

You had so many small cuts and bruises from his beatings, stuff you couldn't fathom he could even do to you. Instead of kissing you afterwards he just left you, alone. In the dark and crying. That's when you first broke it off, seriously done with whatever the fuck was wrong with him. 

When you did he nearly almost hit you but you were smart enough to break up with him in the halls of the school where other people resided. He couldn't hit you and tell you no even though he wanted to. 

"I'm just─I can't do it Gary you're...you're insane and you seriously need help. You need help Gary go get some please." You spoke calmly while he just watched you walk away, jaw clenched the entire time. 

His world crashed in that moment and he cried every night after that, only realizing his mistakes then but not willing to change his ways. He'd go around kissing other people that looked like you but nothing ever felt the same as you did. 

You. His prized possession. 

Now gone from his hands. 

His hands, where they belonged. 

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He creeped, and he was so discreet about it. He watched you sleep, leaving his own items in your room and taking stuff from yours. Clothes, trinkets, sometimes underwear. 

It was horrifying for you. 

You'd wake in the middle of the night to kisses being littered on your stomach, up to your chest then your face. 

You didn't need a light to know who it was. He was always gentle in those ways where he'd kiss you everywhere─when he felt like being gentle. 

That was now. 

"Take me back." He murmured against your skin, placing supple kisses to it and whining when he'd feel the soft dip of your tummy under his fingers. He felt you up like you were a trophy, something he cherished so deeply. The pads of his finger tips tickled your sides and you shivered awake. 

"Please." He pleaded and pleaded that night until you said yes, he even felt generous enough to leave the stuff he took, waking the next morning to see a box with your hair, underwear, your gum and a few other odd items he kept from you. 

From then on it was like he had you on a leash, yet more gentle. He wanted to keep you longer this time, he wanted to make sure you'd stick around him and not others. He was like a magnet, attached to you at the hip at any given moment. You can't have friends, its not proper in his eyes. Hes the only friend you need, right? 

Yet nothings changed. 

Wintertime rolls around and Christmas is just as hectic. He's killed at least multiple people now and theres no way anyone is finding their remains. 

Which leaves you, his pet. 

That's all you are to him now. A pet. A liability. He remembers himself and goes back to abusing you, verbally and physically. You think he cares? You think he cares about you enough to tend to you after? God no. He has better things to do. Would he ever cheat on you? No, you're all he needs right? Of course you are. 

"God I fucking love you. I love you so fucking much." he smothered your face with your own blood and tears, kissing and licking the cut he inflicted on your cheek. "You're so perfect. So perfect." he cooed like he was in a trance. It was so unsettling how he acted this way. His pupils dilated as his eyes turned primal when watching you. He wasn't human anymore. Not when he acted this way. 

You sobbed and sobbed until you physically couldn't. It was hell for you and Gary was your personal Satan. He thrived off of your fear and hurt it was draining enough with his ridiculous rules. 

"I hate you." Was all you could say, it was all you could say before he hurt you for the very last time. 

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Gary was cruel. He knew it from the start of it all. He knew he was no saint and he wasn't going to pretend to be something he wasn't. Being wrong was just easy. It was his way of life. 

Just like you were at one point; his way of life. 

He treated you better than his other victims, he had a proper funeral for you. Obviously just him. It was a secluded area in Bullworth, somewhere peaceful for you. How considerate of him. After all he put you through he knew what you needed. He delivered. He always would. Even if it meant destroying the innocent in every way possible. 

Just like little old unfortunate you had been in the hands of Gary Smith.

Your fate determined by someone who was once hurt like you. 

Someone who once had his own innocence destroyed. 

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Bully?? MF DOOM???

You’re …you’re just like me!!

For real!!! 🥹🥹🥹

Twinem ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹🥹

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clark, who perks up when you call his name the way dogs react to hearing the word walk. pleasantly startled, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed energy in a six-foot-something frame.

clark, who insists on carrying all the groceries. so now you just walk beside him, one arm looped through his, watching him play pack mule with unconcealed joy.

clark, who sits beside you at the fountain, tearing bread crusts into little hunks for the doves.

clark, who taps your knee when he spots a squirrel in the park. stops mid-step and whispers, “look, look,” with the same excitement of one pointing out a comet—never mind it’s just a rodent with a peanut.

clark, who sets his lockscreen to a selfie of you both. candid, taken mid-laugh. your head resting against his shoulder, his smile half-formed, cheek pressed into your temple. he carries a printed copy in his wallet, too.

clark, who texts you pictures he’s taken. things that remind him of you, or things he knows you’d like. a cat loaf in a patch of sunlight, a diner chalkboard advertising your favourite pie, or a silly meme he figured you’d laugh at.

clark, who always ends up the big spoon, no matter how you start. even if you fall asleep facing him, curled into his chest. by morning, you’ll wake up with his arm around your waist.

clark, who really knows how to cook. real food, too—not just bachelor chow reheated in a pan. i’m talking soups from scratch or stews that simmer for hours. he doesn’t let you lift a finger unless it’s to taste-test something off the spoon.

clark, who hums commercial jingles around the apartment while doing chores, such as lifting the entire couch (with you still on it) so he can vacuum underneath.

clark, who carries you bridal-style to bed.

clark, who packs little sandwiches in wax paper when you work late. your name written in block letters across the front.

clark, who leaves post-it notes behind cabinets, in the pockets of your jackets. blue ink scrawled sideways. “i love you,” “you looked really pretty this morning.”

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LAST CHRISTMAS. tom riddle

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IN WHICH… Tom can’t fall in love, he shouldn’t be able to fall in love. So why does he love Y/N L/N with her yellow robes, doe eyes, and her obsession with snow so much that he’d kill anyone in his path to get to her?

Minor warnings : Not proof-read, kind of long, dark Tom Riddle, somewhat yandere

“It may be hard to believe, but there was a time where Voldemort loved someone. He was young… barely eighteen. He loved her so much… that he would kill for her. So he did. He killed every boy interested in her and every girl who tormented her. And then he turned on her. Nobody knows what happened to sweet Y/N L/N. Maybe he killed her, maybe she got away… or maybe she stayed with him and let him taint her heart.

He was a boy who knew nothing of real love while she was a girl who wanted nothing but that.”

Tom couldn’t fall in love. He physically shouldn’t be able to fall in love. He wouldn’t let himself to fall in love. He would not allow himself that wretched moment of weakness his peers all seemed to suffer from.

Every day it was always, “Riddle, will you go out with me?” His answer was always no yet these lovesick girls never learned. They all flocked to him like annoying seagulls to a single, lonely chip.

“Excuse me,” A hand suddenly tapped Tom’s shoulder. He turned around, almost glowering at the girl in front of him. Before he could reject her, she spoke up. “You, uh, left this, Riddle.”

Of course, she knew his name but he didn’t know her’s.

She held out Tom’s precious diary and he was quick to snatch it out of her grip. He observed it, narrowing his eyes slightly before he subtly nodded. “Thank… you…” The words felt strange rolling off his tongue. He had never thanked anybody. He hesitated because he didn’t know her name.

“Y/N L/N.” She uttered, smiling.

“What?”

“My name is Y/N L/N. You seemed confused… so I thought you didn’t know me.”

Tom’s eyes flickered to the prefect badge pinned proudly to her robe. He arched an eyebrow. “You… you’re a prefect?” He questioned. He had never seen her at the meetings, which was strange because he noticed everyone.

“Yeah. Head girl.” Y/N beamed again, hardly offended by the fact that Tom didn’t know her despite them being counterparts.

Tom found it strange how he didn’t know her. He was supposed to considering she was the head girl. Tom observed her, staring at Y/N’s Hufflepuff uniform and the yellow ribbons intertwined with her braided hair.

“Right.” Tom muttered, clearing his throat.

“It was a pleasure talking to you, Riddle. I’ll see you around.” Y/N was the first to walk away. Tom wasn’t used to that because normally, he did that. He stared at Y/N’s back, eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Everybody was frightened by Tom’s cold demeanour, but not Y/N. She had approached him so casually without a second thought.

Tom shook his head, sighing under his breath. “Hufflepuffs.”

The next time Tom stumbled upon Y/N was when she had been cornered by three Slytherin girls. He recognized the ringleader as the girl he had rejected last week.

“Stay away from Tom.” The silver-haired girl grumbled, invading Y/N’s personal space. Y/N didn’t seem at all phased. She just smiled as she stared into the girl’s bright blue eyes.

“I’m sorry, who are you?” Y/N questioned, innocently tilting her head to the side.

“Just stay away from Tom, got it?” The Slytherin girl repeated, her glare hardening.

Tom cleared his throat from behind the trio, making his presence known. “Is there a problem here?” He asked, arching an eyebrow.

The trio of Slytherin girls instantly recognized his voice. “Riddle!” The ringleader exclaimed, jumping. She nervously smiled. “We were just helping L/N here. She needed help with… uh…” She trailed off, her eyes wildly darting around.

“Her makeup!” One of her friends piped up, “She likes a boy and wanted our help!”

The third girl quickly nodded and grabbed Y/N by the shoulders, pushing her forward. “Isn’t she pretty? Imagine how pretty she would be with makeup!”

Tom’s stare hardened. He glanced down at Y/N, his lips pressed into a thin line. “She’s pretty enough as is.” He spoke, reaching out to grasp a strand of Y/N’s hair. “Well, I’ll be needing her. Prefect business, you understand?” Tom ripped Y/N from the girl’s grasp and led her down the long, winding hallway.

“Do you always have to deal with those pests?” Tom questioned, looking at Y/N once more.

“They aren’t that bad. They were worse in first year.” She smiled but that didn’t comfort Tom.

“You shouldn’t let them push you around. I’ll talk to them and make sure they never bother you again.” Tom furrowed his eyebrows.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that.” Y/N uttered, but Tom didn’t hear her. He was already walking off, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. Y/N frowned. “I hope he doesn’t kill them… he looks like the type.”

Y/N sighed, shaking her head. “No. He wouldn’t murder anybody. He’s the head boy.” She walked off in the opposite direction, quietly humming under her breath, unknown to the horrors Tom was committing with his damn pet snake.

Y/N strutted into the Great Hall, ready to eat dinner and gossip about useless things with her friends. But when she approached her companions, she was overwhelmed with their questions.

“Y/N, did you hear about the attacks?”

“I heard those three Slytherin bullies were targeted.”

“Well, they kind of deserved it. It’s not like they’re fully dead. They’re just stone.”

Y/N sat down, confused. “What happened?” And asked, tilting her head to the side.

Bella was the first to explain. “You know those three Slytherin girls who are always picking on you? They were all found turned to stone.” She looked around to make sure nobody was listening before she leaned forward and whispered, “The professors say it wasn’t a hex so they don’t really know what to do.”

“Oh… that’s…” Y/N couldn’t muster up any words. She glanced over at Tom, who was drinking out of his golden goblet. He locked eyes with her and his lips twisted into a cruel smirk.

“Did they find the perpetrator?” Y/N questioned, looking at Bella.

“No. I heard a few students talking about some sort of chamber but I wasn’t close enough to hear anything else.”

For the rest of dinner, Y/N was distracted by the way Tom kept glancing over at her. She felt a sick feeling in her stomach and she tried to convince herself that Tom played no part in this whole mess.

“I think I’m going to go to bed early.” Y/N stiffly smiled as she drank the last of her water from her cup.

Y/N quickly stood up, speed-walking out of hall. She heard someone following her and she spun around, hoping it wasn’t Tom. Luckily, it wasn’t.

It was a Gryffindor boy with messy black hair and stunning blue eyes. He grinned at her. “Y/N L/N, right?”

She slowly nodded.

“Listen, I’ve been interested in you for a while and I don’t want you to feel inclined to accepting my offer, but I would love if you would come to Hogsmeade with me.”

Y/N awkwardly smiled. “Ah, sorry, I’m a little busy. Maybe next time?” She suggested, trying to brush past the boy. But he grasped her wrist

“Are you sure?” He asked.

“You heard her the first time. She’s busy.” Tom had walked to stand behind the boy, towering over him with a mean glare.

“Right.” The Gryffindor thickly swallowed, “I’ll be on my way, then.” He scurried off, almost tripping over his robes.

“You didn’t have to scare him off.” Y/N murmured as she spared Tom a look before resuming her walk to the Hufflepuff common room. Tom followed after her, which unsettled Y/N.

She should have been placed in Gryffindor with how brave she was to eventually confront Tom. “What did you do with those Slytherin girls?” She softly inquired.

She heard Tom chuckle. “I didn’t do anything. Trust me.”

“It’s a bit hard to trust you when you smirked at me like that.” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows.

“I never touched those girls. I merely gave them a warning before leaving them. And next thing I know, they were turned to stone. Some Ravenclaw first year found them.”

Y/N stared into Tom’s eyes, looking for any indication that he was lying. It was a bit hard to read him considering he barely had any emotions. But there was a gleam in his usually blank eyes.

“Okay.” She whispered, despite not fully believing him.

Tom had ended up walking Y/N to her common room and she politely nodded. “Good night, Riddle.”

“Call me Tom. Good night, Y/N.”

Rowan, the poor Gryffindor boy who had asked Y/N out, was the next target. Though, he wasn’t found turned to stone. His body was entirely mutilated and Y/N took pity on the third year girl who had discovered his body in the bathroom.

Y/N sat with Bella, pushing her food around on her silver plate. On instinct, she glanced at Tom. He had that same infuriating smirk and this time, he slightly raised his goblet. His actions made his friends laugh.

“I’m leaving for class early. See you at lunch, Bella.”

Her friend hummed, too busy staring at a boy from across the room to notice Y/N’s uneasiness.

Y/N stiffened as she saw Tom stand up out of the corner of her eye. She tried to speed walk away but he easily caught up to her.

“What did you do do him?” She asked, referring to Rowan. He had no enemies and Tom was the only person Y/N could think of. After all, the head boy hadn’t seemed too pleased to see Y/N talking with Rowan.

“Accusing me again? There’s an actual murderer on the loose and instead, you’re pointing fingers at me?” Tom let out a small scoff while Y/N silently stared up at him. “I’m head boy. Do you really think I would decapitate a body?”

“Nobody said anything about the body being decapitated.”

“I saw it. As head boy, I was at the scene.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes while Tom mentally cursed at his mistake. Hufflepuffs were usually easy to gaslight, but not Y/N. And that annoyed Tom.

“They’re still observing the body but I wouldn’t be walking alone if I were you. This attacker seems to be targeting people who are,” Tom took a step closer to Y/N, “All alone.”

Tom cunningly grinned as he shrugged. “Enjoy your walk, Y/N.”

Y/N didn’t want to take any chances with Tom since he was her prime suspect. But if he was the murderer, why wasn’t she his next victim? She was alone and the castle was deserted. Now would be the perfect time.

Tom chuckled as the cogs in Y/N’s head started moving. He was going to strut away from the Hufflepuff but Y/N was quick to grab his sleeve.

“Walk me to class.” She demanded. For the first time in a long time, Tom felt his cheeks heat up. And strange enough, he felt a jolt of lightning pass through his body when Y/N’s grasped him.

He concealed those odd emotions. “With pleasure.”

Potions was their first class. Usually, Gryffindors and Slytherins were put together but this year the school decided to mix it up. Classes were now decided on a student’s academic record. And lucky for Tom, all of his courses were with Y/N. Never had he been so glad that one of his peers had almost beaten him for the spot of top student.

Y/N tried to sit away from Tom but he dragged her to a table near his friends. She nervously sat down, tapping her foot against the floor.

She could feel someone burning holes into her back with their glare and Y/N looked over her shoulder, locking eyes with a Ravenclaw girl. She sneered at Y/N.

The H/C-haired teenager slowly turned her head to look at her textbook, but her peace was short lived when a cauldron came crashing down on her head.

It hit her with such force that her head jolted forward and slammed against the wooden table. A sickening crack was heard and the class went silent.

Tom and his friends were the first to react. Avery lifted Y/N and helped her sit up. Her nose was heavily bleeding and the crimson liquid dribbled down her chin, staining the pages of her new and crisp book.

Malfoy held his hands underneath her chin to catch most of the blood while Avery dapped at Y/N’s nose with the sleeve of his robe.

Rosier grabbed the cauldron, slamming it back down in front of the Ravenclaw. At that very moment, Professor Slughorn entered.

He observed the bizarre scene, effortlessly piecing everything together. “Tom, my boy, please escort Miss L/N to the hospital wing. You may bring Mr Avery and Mr Malfoy with you. Rosier, Mulciber, Nott, Lestrange, I want a full explanation of what happened.” Slughorn turned to the Ravenclaw, “Miss Li, I will also require your explanation.”

Hyehi Li, the girl who had thrown the cauldron at Y/N’s head, was gone. She was found by the Ravenclaw Quidditch up on the roof, impaled onto a sharp spear. The students of Hogwarts were growing restless. Parents wanted to collect their kids but the murderer could be anybody, staff or student. Therefore, it was imperative that the professors worked fast to track the attacker down.

Y/N sat in her dorm, thinking to herself. All of the people attacked were connected to her. The three Slytherin girls had bullied her, Rowan had somewhat flirted with her, and Hyehi had injured Y/N. And Tom was there to witness all three incidents.

There wasn’t anybody else who could be doing these things. Y/N was also aware of Tom’s fascination with the dark arts.

It was Christmas Eve and since the school couldn’t technically hold the students in the castle over the holiday, they had no choice but to let them go.

Y/N’s parents were on a trip right now, so she had to stay behind. Not many students wanted to stay at Hogwarts, but Y/N knew Tom and his posse would be roaming the halls.

She was nervous to walk out of the common room, but she was hungry, even at this time when it was close to midnight, and the kitchen was so close.

“L/N!” A voice Y/N didn’t recognize suddenly called out. She turned around, watching a Slytherin boy jog towards her. She recognized him as a year below her.

“Ah… you shouldn’t be talking to me, it’s not safe.” Y/N had come to the conclusion that any boy or girl who teased or flirted with her was in serious trouble if Tom ever found in.

“Why? I just wanted to say happy Christmas Eve. And thanks for helping me with my homework this year. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

Y/N stiffly smiled and nodded her head. “You’re welcome. Good bye.” Y/N wanted to leave but the boy blocked her path.

“Do you have anybody to celebrate Christmas with? You’re always welcome in the Slytherin common room. Riddle seems to have taken a liking to you.”

Speak of the devil, Y/N could hear Avery’s loud laughs from just around the corner. And where Avery was, Tom and his friends were sure to follow.

Y/N’s eyes slightly widened. “Please leave me alone… for your sake.” She whispered, trying to brush past him. But the boy didn’t seem to sense the urgency in Y/N’s voice as he grabbed her shoulder just as Tom came into sight.

A feeling of dread overcame Y/N as Tom approached the pair. “Onyx.” He greeted the boy by the last name. “What business do you have with Y/N?”

Onyx, as oblivious as ever, smiled. “I was just thanking her for helping me. And I was going to invite her to spend Christmas in the Slytherin chamber.”

Tom narrowed his eyes as he slowly nodded. “… I see. We’ll have to finish decorating the tree then. Come on.” Tom guided Onyx with a firm hand on his back. Y/N’s breath trembled and finally having had enough of being connected to all the murders, she silently followed Tom and his friends and Onyx.

There was a loud bang and as Y/N peeked around the corner, she almost gasped. Avery, the supposed sweet boy who had helped her with her bloody nose, had just knocked Onyx out cold.

“Let’s get this over with quickly. I have some matters to attend to.” Tom pulled out his wand, pointing the tip at Onyx. “Avada Kedavra.” There was a blinding flash of green light and then all was still.

Y/N stumbled back. She quickly sprinted off, making sure to be quiet and not leave anything behind. She burst into the Hufflepuff common room and began to wildly knock on every door.

“Why is no one here?!” She exclaimed, pounding her fist against the wall. “The headmaster and Slughorn are gone too! And Dumbledore- Wait, I can tell Dumbledore!”

She rushed to the exit but crashed into a tall figure. She fell back, hitting her head.

“You didn’t think you would actually get away, did you?” It was just Tom this time. His friends were nowhere to be seen.

Y/N scrambled back but Tom easily outstretched a hand, grabbing her collar and pulling her up. “I got you a gift.” He said, handing Y/N a narrowly wrapped present as soon as the clock struck midnight.

“If it’s part of a body, I don’t want it.”

Tom merely smiled. “Open it and find out.”

Y/N opened the lid a tiny bit, jumping when she saw a pure white snake inside. It hissed and bared it’s sharp fangs at her.

“Sweet dreams, amour.” Tom uttered, stepping forward and knocking the present out of Y/N’s grasp. The box fell and the snake swiftly slithered over to Y/N’s ankle. “I love you.”

He harshly pressed his lips to Y/N’s just as the snake opened its mouth and sank its fangs into her flesh.

“Is this really the best way to do it?” Avery questioned as him and Lestrange pulled a wooden plank from their dorm floor. “We could just hide her dead body in a closet. Though, eventually, her corpse is going to rot and stink.”

Tom, from his position on his bed, tilted his head to the side. “Who said anything about her being dead?”

Nott arched an eyebrow and laughed. “She’s not actually alive, is she? Because stuffing her in there would be cruel.”

“Since when did you care about being cruel?” Tom retorted, “To be honest, I’m not actually sure whether she’s dead or not. I checked her pulse and there was none but her heart is still beating. It’s… strange. And fascinating.”

Tom’s lips curled into a smirk.

Y/N was shoved beneath the floor boards right next to Tom’s bed. He lay down, closing his eyes and listening to the dull thumping beat of Y/N’s heart.

All that happened last year. Y/N’s body was never found and Hogwarts lost a bright student. Tom’s friends could never hear Y/N’s heartbeat but Tom could.

He heard it at night when he was cramming in some late night study.

He heard it when he was kissing another girl in his bed and it reminded him of who his heart belonged to.

He heard it as he descended into a dark madness that not even Dumbledore could stop.

And he heard it as he yelled the very same spell he had yelled at Onyx on that fateful night at Harry Potter. Up in the castle, Y/N’s body still lay shoved deep under.

As Tom Riddle, now known as Voldemort, faded into nothing, he could hear Y/N’s heartbeat get louder and louder and he was reminded of what he had done to the sweet Hufflepuff.

That was her last Christmas and she had spent it under the floor, dead but not fully, never to be found or seen or heard from again.

“Last Christmas, I gave you my heart… but the very next day you stuffed it underneath the floorboards with the rest of my corpse until the sound of my heartbeat intensified your descent into madness.”

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Crush!Neville

late teens—early 20s

Crush!Neville! Neville is quietly hot now, but still doesn’t really know it. He’s broad-shouldered, always smells like fresh dirt and peppermint, wears soft jumpers with sleeves rolled up past his forearms (criminal), and says “sorry” when you bump into him. Girls blush around him all the time. He always assumes they’re cold.

You have loved him since he helped you repot a crying mandrake. He had his big hands around yours and whispered, “Just like that, yeah?” And you nearly blacked out. He never noticed. Of course he didn’t. He just smiled at you like you were part of the garden.

Crush!Neville! He talks to plants like they’re people. And not in a quirky way. In a gentle, loving way. Says “thank you” when he takes a petal. Says “I’m sorry” when one droops. He once cried when a century-old root system died over winter break.

He talks to you like that too. Soft. Patient. Eyes full of awe, even when you’re doing nothing special. You dropped your quill once and he picked it up like it was a sacred relic. “You’ve got the most careful hands,” he told you during a partnered pruning lesson. You pretended you weren’t shaking for the next twenty minutes.

Crush!Neville! He gets fiercely protective when people are rude. Still gentle — never aggressive — but his jaw tenses, and he stands taller. He’ll slide between you and the insult, all casual like, “Didn’t your mum teach you how to speak to people properly?” You don’t realize you’re clutching the hem of his sleeve until the fight’s over.

You overheard him tell Seamus off for saying your laugh was “a bit much.” Neville said, “It’s the best sound in this whole castle. Go be jealous somewhere else.” You cried into your pillow that night. He never told you what he said. But he brought you a daisy the next morning. You still have it.

Crush!Neville! He’s shit at lying. The worst. Face turns red. Voice cracks. Hands shake. He once tried to cover for a friend and ended up confessing his own secret crush in the process. He stammered and said, “I didn’t mean to say that, forget it, please—” He was red for three hours.

He can’t lie to you. He’ll tell you your new cloak is “very you.” That he watched you feed a squirrel for five minutes yesterday. That your handwriting is “so pretty it should be illegal.” He once said “Sometimes I don’t know how to look at you properly.” And you were the one blushing.

Crush!Neville! Neville bakes when he’s nervous. Little herb cakes and spiced tarts. No one knows why. He just shows up to class with them and says, “Had too much rosemary. Want some?” He always pretends it’s not on purpose.

He makes extra when you’re around. Always sets one aside for you first. And when you once asked why, he blurted out, “I like feeding things that make me happy.” You dropped the tart. He picked it up and offered a new one. “Still true, by the way.” You nearly kissed him.

Crush!Neville! He’s got a sketchbook full of plant diagrams — and you’re in it, too. Just little doodles at the corners. Your profile while studying. Your fingers tying your hair up. Your shoes next to his in the greenhouse.

He caught you staring at it once. Panicked. Tried to close it. You touched one of the drawings and whispered, “That’s me?” He nodded. Quiet. “You’re everywhere. I didn’t mean for it to happen. It just… did.” You kissed his cheek. He didn’t breathe for a minute.

Crush!Neville! He’s absurdly strong from hauling soil and stone but doesn’t realize it. Carries crates one-handed. Ties his apron without looking. Lifted an entire log bench for fun once.

You fell once in the greenhouse. He caught you before you hit the ground. One arm around your waist, your faces inches apart. You laughed. He didn’t. He was staring at your mouth. Said softly “You’ve got a freckle here,” and touched the corner of your lip. Neither of you moved. You almost kissed.

Crush!Neville! He owns one fancy outfit. Just one. A forest-green sweater, slacks, and a coat with little gold buttons. He only wears it on birthdays or big events. Looks like the boy next door who became a fairytale.

He wore it for your birthday. You didn’t ask him to — he just showed up. Said, “Wanted to look nice. You always do.” Later that night, he gave you a pressed flower in a little paper envelope. “This one bloomed the day we met.” You haven’t stopped thinking about it since.

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"holy shit they finally confessed, what comes next--"

[maadvillainy]

STOP MAKING MY LIL AWKWARD NERDY BOYS BE CONFIDENT AND SO SURE OF THEMSELVES!!! I LIKE THEM BECAUSE THEY’RE NERDY NOT BECAUSE YOU FANFIC WRITERS MAKE THEM EGO MANIC ASSHOLES

[maadvillainy]

Hey girl!

I was just wondering if you could write about Gary Smith or Johnny Vincent (your choice) with an s/o who is apart of the Bullies clique but they're WAYYY TOO smart for that clique and it kinda confuses Gary/Johnny

Totally anon!

Lost Scribe

pairings: gary smith x gn smart bully reader warnings: swearing, mentions of manipulation and stalking, gary smith summary: gary totally expected you to be a stupid moron but that quickly changed once he met you 😇

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authors note → wrote this in like uhhh head canon format i hope thats okay lol. it usually let's me get more out of the prompt but yes. I hope you enjoy. :p

・ To start this off and give this some more background, GARY didn't really think he'd even look your way, I mean--you were a bully for crying out loud. He thought they were idiots, liabilities to whatever sick and twisted plan he had in progress.

・ Anywho, he couldn't help but be drawn to you, seeing as you didn't really stink like most bullies. You seemed decent enough to approach, to manipulate.

・To put it simply, you were tolerable. He could talk to you for a little without getting agitated or annoyed, and that was saying a lot.

・Knowing you, he quickly figured out just how intelligent you are. You perceive things in ways he didn't think you or your clique could. You impressed him to say the least.

"Gary?" You mumbled, watching him observe the greasers. He had invited you to a water tower to sneak on the greasers--it seemed they were his next target.

He hummed, diligently writing down in a notebook. "Where are you going after...this." He finished a few words before looking up at you confused.

"I mean--after high school." You scratched your neck, looking down at his notes briefly. "I'm not sure, why do you ask?" he breathed quite harshly from out of his nostrils, continuing to write. You just watched him, thinking for a moment.

"Afraid you'll miss me?" he breaks the silence and you scoff, rolling your eyes at that. "Sure." You grinned, fueling his ego.

"I don't know, I just thought I'd ask." You looked over his notes once more out of boredom, reading a sentence or two. "You forgot the 'u' in pestiferous." You mumbled, looking at him as he stared at you in disbelief.

"What?" You narrowed your eyes, looking around the area momentarily. "The 'u' is before the 's' and after the 'o', see here--you forgot it." You pointed to the silly mistake, Gary fixing it quickly while shaking his head with a grin.

"What!" You yelled out In defense. "Is it that hard to believe I'm smart? You'd be gagged by my grade point average."

・ From that point on, he had just an ounce of respect to give you. He seemed to acknowledge and take advantage of your intelligence for his plans. Of course you weren't stupid but, you hated this damned school anyway so who were you to stop him?

・Sometimes he'd stalk you, watching you insult a lowerclass man and take their money. You hadn't noticed that, which he was glad about.

・He couldn't help but start to obsess over you, he almost immediately noticed when you'd look his way and wave with a sly smile that his heart beat picked up a little.

・Fuck.

・Gradually, you grew onto him and it was killing him inside. You noticed he started acting more cold and snappy--his patience was running short even though you weren't being annoying at all.

"Gary--" You knocked on his door, anxious to whatever he might saw now. Every single day this week had been avoidance and yelling from Gary. You left him alone for two days, wanting to try again.

"Gary, I've left you alone long enough, I'm tired of this I just want to know that you're okay." You hated to admit it, but you felt wrong seeing him so on edge and irritable--especially since you were the cause. "Leave me alone." He answered sternly from the other end, it sounded as if he was pacing around his dorm room, footsteps rushing from corner to corner.

"Gary, for fucks sake." You dug around in your pocket, finding a paperclip from class. You unfolded the thing and quickly you were able to open the door without having to break it down. "Fucking shit Gary." You frowned, he looked insane walking around like a maniac in his room.

"Is it that hard to just fucking listen for once?" He growls as he approaches you, pushing you to the nearest wall. You lightly thumped against it and winced a bit at the contact, grabbing Gary's shoulders and shaking them. "Snap out of it you loonatic." You coaxed him, and with time he seemed to calm down. His pupils still dilated.

"Okay--look, I'm sorry for lashing out on you its just they've been switching my medication like crazy it makes me go insane. Even more than I already supposedly am." He scoffs and shakes his head, obviously heated.

His cheeks go pink from embarrassment at his own frustration and he groans. "I hate this school." He mumbles in defeat. You only nodded along, thinking maybe if you said anything he'd just begin to rile up again. It was annoying trying to calm him down from that high.

A few minutes later you find yourselves sitting on the edge of his bed, talking deeply to each other--spilling guts. It was intimate as fuck and you couldn't help but ask questions you wouldn't dared to ask him weeks ago. One thing lead to another and you were kissing. God he hated you, he hated you so much for making him feel this way.

・Gary would mumble how much he hated you when you'd make out in a secluded area yet he always folded for you. You always grinned at his remarks, kissing him with more fervor than ever.

・Eventually those secretive little kisses became more than secretive when you started dating openly. He was nervous only because people thought you were stupid. It would ruin his reputation if he was caught with someone stupid. But you weren't, people soon noticed that when you'd present projects you did yourself. They had more faith in you--and Gary only fell harder.

・Not only were you smart you were clever, sneaky. It was the whole package and he couldn't ask for more. Often times he found himself taking his meds so he wouldn't be rude to you on accident. Not that you even minded. You thought it was really cute when he got angry, which only made him even more angry. #successfulragebait

・He loves to hit you? Knowing you could take it he just likes to do it lol.

・He doesn't need to copy your work since he's also smart so win win you guys are like scary as fuck together ^_^❤️

・In all he really did love you, even if he did end up using you and leaving you for the next person to come, "dating you was fun " is something you could've heard from Gary. 😊 (I'm kidding...unless we want to be realistic.)

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Period Help

synopsis; where each bully boy comforts and supports you through your period in their own way.

a/n; lol uh.. wrote this for my cousin, but i also decided to post it so..

𓇼| period pain, light blood mention, soft sexual content, emotional vulnerability.

jimmy hopkins

he doesn’t know what to do at first. you’d skipped class, curled up in the girl’s dorm with your face buried in a pillow, and when he found you there — pale, sweaty, clutching your stomach — he panicked. thought you were sick, dying, something worse. then you told him.

“it’s just cramps,” you mumbled. “it’s fine.”

but he stayed anyway. snuck into the dorm and sat on the floor beside your bed, arms crossed, jaw tense. he didn’t know what to say. he hated seeing you in pain and not being able to punch it out of someone.

“you need anything?” he asked eventually. “i can get chocolate. or a hot water thing. whatever.”

you smiled, told him he didn’t have to.

but ten minutes later, he was back, out of breath and holding a messily-wrapped hot water bottle, a snickers bar from the vending machine, and a crumpled pack of midol he clearly mugged someone for.

“you don’t gotta thank me,” he muttered when you teared up. “just don’t cry. i don’t know what to do when girls cry.”

you dragged him into bed with you, back pressed to his chest, the water bottle between your stomachs. he held you like he was scared you’d break.

and later, when the dorm quieted and your hips pressed back against him without thinking, he hesitated.

“are you sure?” he whispered against your neck, one hand on your waist, the other trembling slightly.

you nodded, and he was careful. slow. kissed your back through every wince, every flinch. and afterward, when you curled up again, he kissed your temple and said, “i’ll beat up your uterus if it hurts you again. swear to god.”

—

gary smith

he laughed when you told him. “how grotesquely human of you,” he said, smirking like it amused him. like he thought pain made you interesting.

but when you went quiet and stopped touching him that night, he noticed.

he always noticed.

he brought you tea the next morning. real tea, stolen from the teachers’ lounge. you stared at him like he’d grown a second head.

“don’t look so shocked,” he said, handing you the mug with something close to gentleness. “i’m manipulative, not heartless.”

you didn’t speak, just curled into his lap. he let you. stroked your hair and read his book with you half-asleep against him. he kept his tone low, even. comforting in a way he’d never admit.

when you hissed later, hand on your stomach, he pushed the book aside and helped you lie down. didn’t say a word when you asked him to stay.

and when you reached for him, seeking something more to distract you — he didn’t tease. he kissed your thighs with reverence, lips soft and careful, like he understood. like he knew exactly how to make you forget.

“don’t bleed out on my sheets,” he murmured, smirking against your skin. “but if you must, at least let me make it worth it.”

—

pete kowalski

pete’s face turned pink the second you mentioned it.

“oh. oh. okay. uh. yeah. i can… help. i guess?”

he was awkward, fumbling, but so gentle. he offered you his hoodie without thinking, even though it was the only warm thing he had. you were curled up on the library floor with your arms around your knees and tears in your eyes. pete found you there and sat beside you with a juice box and a pack of tissues.

“i read juice helps,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “it’s got… i dunno, vitamins or something.”

you hugged him.

he blushed harder.

you ended up in his dorm later, wrapped in his bedsheets, half-asleep in his bed. he didn’t try anything, just read his comics with you resting against his shoulder. you reached for his hand, and he squeezed it like he never wanted to let go.

when you kissed him that night — soft, lingering, grateful — he pulled you closer, one hand cradling your jaw like you were something breakable. you guided him between your legs, and he hesitated.

“are you sure? i mean, it’s not weird for me, i just… i want you to be okay.”

he was sweet. slow. every motion filled with love he didn’t know how to say aloud. afterward, he wiped your skin clean with shaking hands and kissed your forehead.

“you can always tell me,” he whispered. “even the gross stuff. even the hard stuff. i’ll always wanna help.”

—

derby harrington

derby was repulsed. not by you — never by you — but by the idea of bodily functions happening outside his carefully controlled world. when you told him, he blinked like you just said you’d been possessed.

“you’re… bleeding?” he said, the word sticking in his throat.

you rolled your eyes. “it’s a period, derby. not a curse.”

but later that evening, he came to your dorm with a white paper bag filled with expensive teas, imported chocolate, and a ridiculously overpriced silk heat wrap he ordered from a catalog.

“you’ll use this,” he said, placing it on your bed like it was something sacred. “and you’ll drink this. and you’ll stay here, with me, until you feel better.”

he meant well. his version of care was structured, rigid, but real.

he let you rest against his chest while he read aloud from a french poetry book he barely understood. his voice stumbled over the words, but his arm around you stayed steady. he wouldn’t admit how worried he was, but you felt it in the way he kissed your hair and let you fall asleep in his lap.

and later, when you wanted him close — needed him in that aching, tender way — he was hesitant.

“it doesn’t… hurt, does it?” he asked softly, brushing hair from your face.

you shook your head, and he touched you like fine china. like something too delicate to be real. he whispered your name like prayer and kissed your shoulders with a reverence you’d never seen in him before.

“you’re mine,” he murmured, forehead to yours. “every part of you. even this.”

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russell northrop

russell understood pain. but he didn’t understand why you were hurting if nobody hit you.

you told him, gently, that it was just something your body did every month. that it wasn’t anyone’s fault. he frowned, fists clenched, ready to fight your uterus if he could.

“russell protect you,” he said.

he sat with you through the worst of it, quiet and heavy beside you on the common room couch. when you winced, he’d press his giant hand to your lower back, rubbing in slow circles like you showed him.

he brought you water. warmed blankets in the dryer. sat on the floor by your bed and told you stories in his low, rumbly voice — memories of growing up, old fights, moments of clarity only he could see.

he didn’t like blood. didn’t want to hurt you.

but when you asked for touch — for closeness — he treated it like a gift.

his hands were big, careful. his movements slow. he whispered your name over and over, voice thick with awe. afterward, you curled into his chest and he kissed your forehead with something like worship.

“russell love all of you,” he said. “even on hard days.”

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johnny vincent

you tried to hide it. didn’t want him worrying. didn’t want lola finding out and teasing you for “not being able to keep your man’s attention.”

but johnny knew. he always knew.

“you’ve been off,” he said, crouched beside your bed with his hand brushing your hip. “you don’t gotta lie to me.”

you told him. quietly. and he nodded like it made everything make sense.

he didn’t try to fix it — he just stayed. pulled you into his chest, let you bury your face in his jacket that still smelled like motor oil and cologne. he played music low from his radio, let you drift in and out.

but when the pain got bad and you whimpered into his shirt, he stiffened. helplessness didn’t suit him.

“what do you need, baby?” he whispered. “i’ll get it. anything.”

when you kissed him — shaky, needy, flushed — he responded like you were the only thing keeping him grounded. he held you gently, rocked you through it, murmured soft curses against your neck.

“you don’t gotta pretend around me,” he said later. “you bleed, you cry, you ache — i still want you. always.”

—

peanut romano

he was flustered. you told him, and his face turned red to the tips of his ears.

“oh. uh. wow. i mean — okay. cool. not cool. i mean, normal. totally normal.”

but when you doubled over in pain, he dropped the act.

he made you soup on the gang’s broken stove, fought through lola’s stash of junk to find clean towels and pain meds, and carried you from the hideout to his own bed because he hated how cold the floor was.

“you’re not weak,” he said when you cried. “you’re just hurt. and i’m gonna help.”

you kissed him, and he kissed you back like he was scared to make it worse. when your body asked for more — closeness, skin, heat — he checked on you a dozen times.

“does that hurt? what about that? too much?”

he touched you like a secret. like worship. whispered your name and told you how beautiful you were, even when you felt anything but.

and afterward, he stayed awake. held you all night. rubbed your back when the pain came back. kissed your shoulders and whispered, “you’re safe. i got you.”

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kirby olsen

he acted cool about it. said he’d “dealt with stuff like that before” even though his voice cracked the whole time.

“yeah, no big deal,” he said, casually sliding a heating pad across your bed like it wasn’t the first one he ever bought.

but his concern bled through.

he showed up at the dorm with protein bars and vitamin drinks like it was a football injury. he didn’t know much about periods — but he knew how to care for pain.

you let him baby you, and he liked it more than he’d admit. he ran a bath with bubbles and sat outside the door just in case you needed him.

when you came out, skin flushed and soft from the water, you kissed him — slow, grateful. and he froze.

“you sure?” he asked, eyes dark, voice hushed.

you nodded, and he kissed you like he’d waited forever. he was slow, practiced, but earnest. he didn’t care about blood, about mess, about anything that wasn’t your mouth on his and the way you sighed into his touch.

afterward, wrapped in a towel, he kissed your forehead.

“you don’t have to be perfect for me to want you,” he said. “you just have to be here.”

—

trent northwick

trent made a joke out of it, at first.

“whoa, crimson tide, huh?” he said, laughing — until he saw your face. pale, quiet, withdrawn.

“shit. sorry. bad joke.”

he spent the rest of the day trying to make it up to you. followed you around campus, carried your books, offered his hoodie and swore it looked better on you anyway.

he didn’t know how to help, so he asked.

“what do you need? seriously. i’ll do anything.”

you told him — warmth, silence, pressure. he laid behind you in bed, wrapped you up in his arms, and pressed his hand gently over your stomach until your breathing slowed.

and when you asked for more — his mouth, his hands, his skin — he hesitated only once.

“you want me to… while you’re on it?”

you nodded. he kissed your neck, whispered that you didn’t have to be ashamed, that he wanted you anyway. he was messy, slow, eager to please.

afterward, he kissed every inch of you he could reach.

“still the hottest girl in school,” he whispered. “even bleeding.”

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If I search for one more “x reader” fanfic and get bombarded with fuckass OC characters im gonna have a hernia im so serious.

STOP PUTTING “X READER” HASHTAGS FOR A FIC THAT IS NOT X READER FUCKKK

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“Misunderstandings” Cameron Frye x Reader

(A/N: @nikitty-to-the-rescue asked: “could you maybe please write a Cameron Frye x reader with the enemies to lovers trope.”

Here’s my first try at a enemies to lovers trope. Thank you for requesting!

Oh my goodness…I usually don’t read anything with this trope, but I read one, which was good. Then I actually went as far as researching how to write an enemies to lovers trope and found someone’s 10 tips or steps. Either way—it made sense! Also extremely helpful. So this insert Reader has been through A LOT of brainstorming, rewrites, and pages in my notebook then literally an outline I filled out because this is so new to me. I hope you like it. Also….the amount of events and things I had forgotten about during my time in high school were brought up writing this. Wow.

Summary?: So here’s an insert reader where the Reader sees Cameron as their opposite and doesn’t even want to see his face. (That’s the summary I’m going with.)

Warnings: I wouldn’t fully define this as angst, but it involves high school frustrations. There’s for sure a couple of curse words. A couple of Star Wars references. Mentions of bologna. Absolutely no offense to anyone who likes bologna.

2022 me: I edited the grammar errors.

Word Count: 12,737 )

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Twisting, side-stepping, and quick, you made your way towards your next class through the heavy traffic of the white hallway. It was noisy and bustling with energy. Energy that was practically sucked out of every student in a class in the final semester of the school year.

It was your senior year. A crucial year in school as adult life was just around the corner. All of the teachers were telling their students to go to college, but they never mentioned for what though, no suggestions. There was a major to be picked while at college, but you were still in your last semester of high school. Your focus was on good grades, surviving through the exhaustion, and having a minimal social life considering how much everyone had on their plates.

Balancing a textbook in one arm, you waved to some of your friends as you headed down the hall. You didn’t share all of your classes with your friends, but that’s high school for you. It wasn’t always entertaining. It wasn’t terrible every second either. Thankfully.

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req (because I lost it😓):

anon: Hiii!!! Can you do female reader (who's a need and part of the nerd clique + she's just like beatrice but different) x Gord Vendome

Where they're forced to pair up for a science project

+ enemies to lovers (cuz the reader is part of the different clique and she's not rich like the preps) and opposites attract :3

'course I can anon!

4EVER

pairings: gord vendome x female nerd reader warnings: minor swearing summary: it was just a lousy pair up...right?!

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authors note → sorry for the humongous wait, I had another version of this until it was deleted 😞so I had to rewrite the whole thing. I hope you enjoy it regardless!!

Things were different for you, being a smart girl in a school full of dimwitted nose-pickers wasn't easy.

You weren't treated equally, it was rare when you were. Your arrival at Bullworth was dog shit and it was only going to get worse. You had a nice group of friends, sure they were weird but you found yourself fitting in quite nicely with them. They were the only people who understood you, it was a miracle in hell.

Yet so far things had been fine for you. You stayed out of unknown and unwelcomed territory and talked to those who engaged politely. It was all good...up until this moment.

Science, you were passionate about the subject, just like your friends. It was an easy class for you, that's what made it enjoyable. Labs and such, chemistry, biology. It was all enthralling for you. Which was the case until projects came up. You preferred to work alone. You'd get all your work done, efforts put in for a well deserved grade. It was all down hill from there.

The nasty snarl that Gord Vendome held was wretched. The pair up of the sassy rich boy and the nerdy middle class girl wasn't the match you were hoping to make.

You just sat there and took it, the exasperated sigh that left the deformed boys lips as he sat beside you, scooting his chair to the far end of the desk. It was a bit embarrassing, he was overdoing it to be funny or intriguing. But on the other end─he just didn't like your outfit.

"Um...hi." You're voice came out timid, small. You couldn't help it when he stared at you like some rotting corpse.

"Hi." He murmured, peeling his eyes off your ugly green vest. "What's your name again?" He resisted a snarl, fixing his Aquaberry vest and glancing down at your hunched frame. You state your name shyly, this was close to being your 13th reason.

"Yeah...well you best know my name because everyone does." His grin held pride, your face contorted in disdain. How could someone be so confident yet so odd looking? You weren't one to really care for looks, but dear God he had such an irregular facial harmony. It was eerie.

Enough thought, you nodded awkwardly. You couldn't tell if it hurt more to fake a smile for a week or listen about modeling for a week. This was about to be a long trip ahead.

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Yet, to your surprises it wasn't totally agonizing. There were days he got ansty quite quickly and constantly bugged you for breaks and such, but sooner later he'd grown into it. He'd even share and respond to ideas you had, dabbling a few of his own thoughts-that actually weren't too bad-even. He surprised you, not only that but impressed you. It was...something else. You hadn't expected it.

Which led to studying in the library one day, the soft orange glow of the afternoon illuminating the building through it's big windows. The library was quiet, just as any other day. Fewer nerds occupied the area but it was peaceful. No anarchy and G&G chaos. Which is always nice, you didn't understand the old thing anyway.

"Okay...um." You mumbled to yourself, grabbing a piece of cardboard for whatever reason, gluing it to the poster board and sticking a piece of paper with writing on it. You look around in the area, the sun blaring, it hurt your eyes. Recently, you had been harassed, again. Bullies, and their usual antics, but this time they had to break something of yours, taking your glasses and the rest is history. It was the third time that month it had happened, at that point giving up and taking the L.

You sighed, rubbing your temples in frustration at the growing head pain.

That's when Gord stole a glance a you, he felt his stomach shudder with each trickle down your appearance. You looked heavenly, especially with the soft glow of the sun casting shadows on the both of you. It was like you could ascend away to heaven any moment. His throat went dry and you look up at him from the lack of noise. Usually he was going on about hot gossip or-something like that.

But no, he was staring at you. You looked around, then behind you. "Do I have something on my face?" You wiped your left cheek with your finger tips, confused as all heck.

He shook his head almost instantly, "N-no," He swallowed, looking at his watch and back at the poster board. You would've hated to admit this out loud to anyone but you were also trying to catch all the secretive glances you possibly could. Maybe it was the setting, you didn't know.

Everyday after that you and Gord would meet at the library that week, soon finishing your project and in no time you'd both be in class, waiting your turn to present. Your finger tips were clad in a sheer of sweat, rubbing your palms on the ends of your skirt you got up, walking infront of Gord with the poster board in hand. You presented, and it went well. You caught a glance at your teachers grading paper, A+, as you had expected. You look over to Gord, flashing him a victorious smile and a thumbs up, but, he ignored you. You sat down in your seat, of-mother-fucking-course. You should've known, you were in idiot to think it was true. You had it coming. You stayed still and silent from embarrassment, waiting to super glue your mouth closed incase you tried to say anything at all.

And with that moment, everything changed. You tried to hide the fleeting glances you'd steal now and then in the odd smelling hallways. Yet soon enough you'd stop, he would too. You were alone a lot of the time, not even entering the library to rid of the thoughts and memories you left there. It was annoying how everything reminded you of him. It was sickening. You thought you'd lost it all then. A boy you knew was way out of your league, at least you thought now. You did have a silly little crush. But that's all it was, a silly little crush. You pushed it away, hitting it far to the back of your mind. You had better things to think about, like pursuing your studies and getting somewhere in life. That was more important.

And as you realized that, you met a girl who influenced you a little too much. But it evened out. Her name was Zoe. Zoe Taylor. She rocked hard, she was so pretty and such a rebel-juvenile delinquent, you were a little starstruck at her abilities. And obviously with knowing her, you grew fond of each other. She taught you how to dress how you really felt yourself, how to express yourself in ways you wouldn't be able to then. You found yourself in her, and you grew. You wore a little more makeup, bought some contacts to battle the bullies that kept taking your glasses, curled your hair more often, it was little things. You really loved how you looked. You felt confident like you never have in your entire life. All because of Zoe. You cherished her for that.

Months pass, it's gloom under the moon light. Humid because of the water yet there's a slight breeze. It was nice.

You left the dress shop, finally finding your dress for prom. You thought it was perfect, you'd been eyeing it for months before, never caving in to actually buy it. Zoe convinced you, and there you were that night, holding it in a dress bag layed out on your arm gently. You walked across the street, making your way to the sidewalk. You walked a few miles, finding yourself at the bridge, you stopped to state at the waves rippling over eachother, the way the moon light shined upon it.

The way the water glittered in it's embrace. It was a sight to see.

You hear distant footsteps, yet you were too enthralled by the view to turn your attention to it. That's when you felt the weight of the railing shift, you peel your eye from the twinkling sky, to stare at the guy you didn't expect nor really want to see.

Gord cleared his throat a bit harshly, cheeks flushed from the cold breeze that leveled itself to yourfaces. If you hadn't known any better you'd tell him how handsome he looked in the moonlight. Little did you know he felt quite the same, the wind wasn't the only thing making his cheeks rosy and flushed. It was like that moment back in the library, just a different vibe. You shook away that feeling once more, remembering who you were and your own self respect.

"Hello." You started the conversation light, not wanting anything else to be taken from this encounter. You had a little hope yet you knew how it might end up. Maybe one of his friends saw you walking out and told him I'd be a good idea to prank you or ridicule you. You were expecting a bucket of something surely, so you held the dress far from him discreetly.

"Hello," He said your name, and it dripped from his lips like honey, it was soft and delicate the way he held those words. You wished it wasn't so innocent because you could've dropped to your knees and begged then.

"Listen, I want to be clear, I want to-" He struggled to find his words, stumbling over them as if he was walking on pebbles. You waited patiently, a small cheeky smile spread across your lips. You didn't mean to seem rude by doing that, you just found it a little cute.

He collected himself once more, then began. "I want to apologize for the way I treated you, before, during and after the project. You were nothing but patient with me and I couldn't cooperate for shit. I now realize how wrong that is and im sorry. I don't expect your acceptance now, or- ever, but I wanted to say it now before you got the wrong idea of me, I mean-not that it's probably not already completely ruined but-" He ranted on and you couldn't help but laugh out, covering your mouth with your hand trying to conceal it from spewing any further. Yet that didn't help. As it died down you saw the very very confused look on Gord's face.

You shook your other hand, biting your lip softly. "Oh gosh-im so sorry. I didn't mean for that to come out it just did." You explained before he ran away, holding onto his wrist gently. "I swear, um." You held onto both of his hands then, staring at his eyes with a genuine emotion you couldn't pin point. "I don't forgive you, but thank you for maturing." He nodded understandably-a part of you thought he was going to throw a fit but you were glad he didn't.

"I also...I also wanted to ask you if you'd like to come to prom with me, like...like-as my date?" He stuttered and gosh you couldn't help but find that cute. You thought about it for a moment, almost laughing again as you nodded to his question. His eyes lit up a bit, a small smile forming on both of your lips. You just stared at each other with solace, slowly leaning in inch by inch until you both connected lips. It felt like fireworks, or a vibration that connected your souls together. You didn't know the science behind it, and that confused you. You held him close, lips softly dancing as you pulled away and pulled back in like a magnetic force.

You were glad you got paired with him for that lousy project, you were glad he neglected you after it, and you were glad for this moment.

[maadvillainy]

Does anyone else hate it when tumblr just decides to have an error when you've finished writing a fic that was LONG AND JUICY and PERFECT just to deleted all of it?

Because im sick of it💔

[maadvillainy]

Haii, I just love johnny vincent sm like, there aren't enough content of him 😭. I was wondering if I could request some hcs of him with a female cheerleader gf. How would he react to people having the hots for his girl 👀

of course ^_^ !

showtime

pairings: johnny vincent x fem!cheerleader reader warnings: swearing

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authors note ❥ I'm genuinely so sorry for not popping this baby out months ago I just genuinely fell uninterested in writing for a bit. I'll try and be better about it 😞 With school coming up it's gonna be hard though, my apologies you guys. 🙏 My requests are still open for those who are interested, I will look at them and I will write them(eventually) but plzz be patient I'm a lazy ho🤕 thx guys! 🩷

・At first glance its like your eyes have been met with an angel. The face of a model stuffed into the teenage cheerleader that everyone had googly eyes for. It wasn't easy being you, and a lonely greaser had to find that out the hard way.

・JOHNNY, spotted staring at you in gym as you cheer. The sweet but loud voice you carried as you cheered. It was intriguing to him. The poor boy couldn't help it.

"Go team go!" You chant with the rest of your pyramid, you weren't a flyer today but you were always so enthusiastic. Johnny's prying eyes were caught on your face, then your uniform. He thought about your voice a lot too. Like his miniature cheerleader up in his noggin. He liked the way you smiled, the way you presented yourself to everyone. You were genuine to who you were, and most importantly you were passionate about it.

・First few weeks of interaction had him freaking OUT. He was so amazed by you he wanted to hold you in his pocket forever. Head over heels and for the most gorgeous, kind and spirited person on campus? Lonely boy had to make a move and fast because there were people scavenging for you and he had to make sure he was first in line.

・Anyways,

・Johnny likes watching you practice. Not because of the way your skirt flows in the breeze when its windy sometimes but because he gets to see you smile and laugh and talk and oh my gosh he just can't.

・Always attending games JUST to see you. In your pretty outfit and your pretty dolled up face he melts!!!!!!!!! Getting pelted by rocks in the stands never felt more worth it.

"How's my pretty baby?" Johnny walks up to you, smiling with a teddy bear and water bottle in hand. You grab the gifts and hug him close. "Great with you here Johnny." You relax in his arms. While drinking some of your water you caress his cheek, kissing his lips gently before being called over again. Intermission was over. "Mm I'll see you in a bit okay?" You smile, squeezing his hand in your own. "Go be beautiful I'll be right here." He grins, pressing a swift kiss to your hand. Literally not long after Johnny is being assaulted with kettle corn, ketchup packets and rocks.

・Likes looking at you. It makes him a little anxious though because you're so pretty he doesn't want anyone stealing you from him or you finding someone else. He knows you could have anyone you want yet you choose him, and stay with him. That reassures him for a little bit before he goes back to freaking out and watching you at all times. (It's endearing but when it goes too far it gets scary, girl run.)

・But he just loves you so much like?? Don't you ever leave that man because he will treat you like a princess no doubt.

"Johnny─you've been staring at me for like...twenty minutes are you okay?" Hes just fucking drooling looking like an idiot as his eyes burn through your skull. He thinks your so pretty bro im not joking around. That boy worships the ground you walk on. He's like─"Yes queen!!! Eat them up queen!!!" He will never get bored of staring.

・Broseph gets insecure :-( tell him u love him or so help me I will😠😠 I feel like he generally has bad self esteem issues deep down. He likes it when you kiss him and tell him he's handsome. He won't do "pretty" because it makes him feel less of a man. But you're just speaking your mind...he is pretty like... He still gets a lil grumpy and hostile but its okay just keep saying he's cool n stuff and he'll be right by you in no time with no avail!

・Big time intimidation game with the rest of your clique, he puffs his chest and stuff but never will that man act on a buff jock. He will definitely kick on Kirby though he don't gaf about that weenie.

・His clique loves you no lie, they think your sweet eye candy and your really nice and funny?? Johnny really hit the jackpot yknow. I wouldn't be joking if I said at least one of them tried seducing you or hitting you up which lead to Johnny demolishing their face against the wooden boards of the fence! Yikes!

・Love u so much... Like I already said this shit but that boy ooof, he's all over you all the time.

"Baby, Johnny!" You giggled as he kissed along your neck and collarbone, exposed by the cheer outfit you wore. He was so gentle but so eager, his lips dragging across your pretty skin so delicately. It was delicious, the pretty boy kissing all on you while you sat there, late for cheer practice, again. He trailed his kisses upwards, landing them up back to your plush lips. "You're so gorgeous sweetheart, makes my heart hurt." He muttered against your lips, leaning in for a another. You were warm all over, holding his face in your hands as you made out behind the school.

・I'm really just running out of things to say because this request seemed similar to the last one.

・Yes it took me fucking months to write this I'm a procrastinator level one hundred and I'm a fat lazy bum.

[maadvillainy]

Hii, can I request dating hcs for Johnny Vincent with a prep s/o?

hii of course!! thanks for requesting! 🤍

luxurious

pairings: johnny vincent x prep reader warnings: implications and or mentions of feminine AND masculine organs/genitalia, mannerisms, and clothing

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authors note ❥ i love johnny yay anon thanks for requesting 😈 my typical default is gn, so if you wanted male or female plz specify(although I messed up and heavily implied fem reader(I'm a mess and I apologize)). ALL I DO IS RANT ON THIS APP!!!!!!!! 💥💥💥

JOHNNY snarls at the mention of the preps, he dislikes every last one of them. He'd rather be hung by his foot on the top of the whole school than have to tolerate them. That was until you came along. Your sweet fragrance filling up his senses when you walk past him, he sneezed...loud. "Bless you!" He heard from the new kid. The new kid, He thought. He shook his head to break him from his thoughts, turning to meet Lola's skinny frame being thrown all over him.

・This wasn't Johnny's first crush on the new kid, no not at all. How do you think he met Lola? Or any other person he's been with for that matter.

・His first encounter wasn't enough for him, he barely saw your face and he had this urge too. So he sought for you. He didn't realize how hard it would be, so he waited until lunch. Because unlike most schools with new kids, this community didn't give a crap about a new kid, not even just to look at.

・Lunchtime rolls around, and he's a little anxious, mostly because of the crowd of preps surrounding you and the fact that Lola could pop out from anywhere at any second. Oddly enough that rat faced excuse of a human─otherwise known as Gord─Wasn't among the crowd. He didn't think much of it. Oh but little did he know, that poor boy.

・Johnny's approach was silent and sleek, enough to be able to slip pass the preps to talk to you. Although he didn't need any of the both, because he was so greasy he glided when he walked.

"Hey." He started simple. Was it too simple? God... What if... ─And then you turned around. His voice caught in his throat when you smiled and returned the greeting. He froze like and idiot and you sat there patiently waiting for him to continue. "Are you okay?" Your voice came along so genuinely, heavenly. He melted in the seat a little. "U─uh yeah im fine." His brain short circuited, you had him in a pickle.

"How are you? Er─ How are you liking the school?" He was so awkward it hurt. "Oh its alright." You nod along, chewing on your sandwhich slowly. They brought their own lunch, they brought their own lunch? That only meant one thing. He personally grimaced, trying to supress the growing scowl. No no no, he couldn't─he couldn't feel that way. Not when he has a girlfriend who loves him, but if only he knew the truth.

"Whats your name?" You smiled so bright it blinded him. "Johnny Vincent." He looked around the cafeteria anxiously, watching for any of his clique anywhere. Even after you exchanged your name you sounded so sweet. "Nice to meet you Johnny!" You could've broke him right there.

・Now, we jump forward say...a couple of weeks. Johnny finds out Lola's affairs and hes over it, dumping her to the curb and holding a grudge. Even though that grudge is evident he always finds his way back into her trap, it was a saddening sight.

・Johnny talked to you a lot more after that, he would constantly brush off his thoughts because he actually found you intriguing. You hung with the preps, but despite his social class you still talked to him.

"Hey Johnny!" You beamed as you walk into the room, waving your hand his way. "Hey." Your name rolled off of his tongue so smoothly it made him giddy inside.

・OK finally, the dating hcs (sorry I love dramatically starting fics with lots and lots of background info :p)

・Johnny's first attempt at taking you out on a date wasn't bad, that was until your prep friends shamed him when they walked past the bench. They frowned and threw all sorts of objects. You both ended up leaving early and it wasn't too well on your end.

・When I tell you you have this boy wrapped around your damn finger, I mean it. He follows you around a lot, like a puppy. It's cute. Johnny gets really needy at times as well, he'll snatch you in passing periods and sneak behind the school or in shop to make out with him. One time Peanut caught you guys and it was erased history after that.

"Johnny─" You silently protest between kisses, trying to alert him in some sort of way because he wasn't good at hiding things. More so hiding the fact you were making out. "What's the matter honeypie?" You chuckle against his lips, his breath trickling down your neck as he begins to bite lightly at your neck. "Hello? Is anybody in─" Peanut fully opens the door, quick enough to have caught you both in the act. "Ah! I'm sorry Johnny!" He immediately closes the door and sprints, you both never heard him speak a word about it since.

・He also really believes affection in a relationship is important. Holding hands, small kisses on the back of your hand. Oh my gosh, sitting on his lap while he talks to his greaser friends. 😵😵

"─yeah and then I hit him on the head with my lug wrench because he wouldn't shut his trap." Ricky spoke with vigor and the rest laugh, some even squeezing his muscles in praise. You didn't understand their ways of appreciation, all you had to do was sit in Johnny's lap and look decent. Johnny's hands snake around your waist, holding you in place as he kisses your ear innocently.

・Johnny Vincent is protective. That boy will go through the most to make sure you aren't hurt, even though you like to go box with your fellow prep friends and know a thing or two about defense. Not to mention he's possessive, always telling you how he loves you so much and how your the only person who he loves so dearly. How your his and no one can take you away or change that. All good intentions though, do not worry. Sometimes he acts toxic and doesn't register it. Ever since Lola he's been on guard, very cautious. Hes careful about softening his grip.

・He's heavy on avoiding your clique, for his obvious reasons that you do not protest over. You both will occasionally (on bad days), fight over the topic. You both get over it and go back to being the cutest couple in Bullworth after though don't worry. ☺️

・ FLOWERS💥CHOCOLATES💥POEMS AND LOVE NOTES BECAUSE HE'S OOEY GOOEY 💥💥💥💥💥

・That boy loves you so PLEASE, accept his cheap but thoughtful gifts. He's trying so hard and it makes him self conscious sometimes. He needs that grounding reassurance. 🙏🙏 (loves spoiling(kind of) his pretty baby what can I say 🤑)

・Loves touching you all over, pure or not. Knows where all your birthmarks and dimples are. The creases in your skin, patches of freckles you may have. Doesn't even have to be suggestive or weird though, he just loves looking at you and feeling your skin against his own. Always is he going to have his hands on you, even if hes busy fixing a bike he'll hold your hand, kiss you, flirt with you, hug you. He loves being close to you!!!!!! Thas all it is!!!!!!! Sweet sickly helpless romantic over here🤫

・Jealousy rules his brain, one of the only things he knows. So please be nice to him when he's a lil angsty because Jimmy was talking all tuff and hot to you. You didn't appreciate how Jimmy peeked when your Chanel skirt would ride up when you stood from your seat. Or when you took your Aquaberry sweater off and your undershirt rid to the point where you could see your firm tummy and part of your pecs. It took 10 minutes of explaining and affection for him to believe you. And the next time that Jimmy decided to dirty talk you or glace discreetly at your chest/bottom Johnny clocked the ginger in the nose and it was safe to say Jimmy never really did it anymore.

・Keeps a photo of you in his wallet, toolbox, and mirror. You know, like in the 80s when they used to stick them to the sides so they would stand up. Yeah.

・Learned to love you no matter how poor or how rich you were. All that mattered was that you were kind to him.

・Takes you on bike rides all the time!

・Thas all I got I think. If I missed any thoughts I'll cry.