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illbegottenfaith · 1 month ago

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handwritten - theo nott x reader

yours and theo’s story as told through notes passed in class

Part 1 | Part 2

a/n - came up with this quick idea to release some pent up creative energy while mulling over lucky pt 3. will prob make this an ongoing series for small ideas I can’t get fully fledged fics out of. easy to write, easy to read, enjoy!

tropes/warnings - fluff, a minor hinting at angst, newstudent!theo, estranged friends to lovers

word count - 1.5k

Monday, 10.07 am, Charms

Hey. You might want to pull your nose out of that disgusting textbook for once.

We’ve been over this. Just because you don’t understand something it doesn’t mean it’s disgusting. It’s very disrespectful.

What is disrespectful is you not paying attention to our year’s hottest new commodity - emphasis on the hot. I must say, he fills out that uniform quite nicely.

I’m sure he does.

C’mon, you’re not even a little bit curious? Just a peek?

Y/N? Hellooooooo?

Oh my god. I know the guy.

???

What is he doing here? Last I heard he was being homeschooled.

Know him how??

We went to the same primary school. We were…friends.

Riiiight.

Don’t get any ideas. I haven’t seen him since I was ten. And he looked very, very different back then. Had a ratty sort of face. I can still kind of see it, actually.

Oh, Y/N, how could you say such awful things about his beautiful face! Oh dear, that bone structure…

Quiet, you. He’s really…grown. He’s so much taller now.

You know what you should do? You should offer to help him catch up.

On five years of school?

Oh, please, he was homeschooled. He had to have learnt some things. Who is he, anyway?

Theodore Nott.

Now that’s an Old Money name if I ever heard one.

Ivy. Be nice.

So? Is he? Old money, that is.

I…suppose so.

Are you sure you two were friends?

Yes. It’s been a while, that’s all. I just…wow. I can’t believe he’s here. Like, right there. I didn’t know if I’d ever see him again.

What happened?

He moved. I was starting at Hogwarts. We lost touch, it happens.

But now he’s back! Yay! Did you see those sinfully blue eyes of his?

Ivy, you have a boyfriend.

I know. Ivan agrees, by the way.

That he’s hot?

Yes.

He’s sitting on the other side of the room. When did you have time to discuss this??

Just now. Right in front of you. What did you think all that eyebrow-waggling was about?

I thought you were having a stroke. Merlin, the two of you are perfect for each other.

Don’t change the subject. He’s not gay, is he? Your friend? All the hot ones usually are.

I wouldn’t know, now, would I? I haven’t heard anything about him in years. Ivy, leave him alone. Please don’t harass the poor guy, sexually or otherwise. And quit it with the notes. He’ll notice.

How??? Has he got eyes on the back of his very nicely shaped head? He’s busy with Flitwick anyway.

Trust me, he’ll see. Nothing gets past Theodore Nott.

Monday, 2.15 pm, Potions

Well?????

Well, what?

The chat!!! Your chat!!!!!! With Mr. Theodore Nott!!!!!!!!

You have to quit it with the caffeine. You’re far too excitable after lunch.

The chat!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It was fine. It was…nice.

Uh-huh.

He goes by Theo now.

Okay. I’ll pretend I care about that.

It was all very casual, very superficial. It was really just us exchanging pleasantries. Oh, right. He asked me to accompany him to Quidditch tryouts.

You??? But you hate Quidditch.

I know.

Please tell me you didn’t say that.

I didn't. I just said I didn’t know much about it.

And?

He said that didn’t matter. He just wanted me there for moral support.

Then what was with all the turning red halfway through? You looked like you were going to combust.

Was it that obvious?

Ivan had some pumpkin juice ready, just in case.

It was nothing. I just wasn’t expecting it, that’s all. He called me his good luck charm.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You’re going to rip a hole through the parchment.

AWWWWW

So?? Did you say yes??

I said I’d think about it.

BOOOOOOOO

Come on, Vee. He’s been flying since before he could walk. He always talked about joining the big leagues, you know. He knows everything there is to know about Quidditch, so of course he’ll make the team. And it’ll have nothing to do with me.

But he doesn’t even have any friends yet :(

That’s because he hasn’t talked to anyone yet.

Y’know, Romilda Vane wanted to know why he was talking to you of all people.

What’s that supposed to mean??

Eh, you know. You can be a little…snippy.

I am NOT snippy.

There it is. The snippiness.

Whatever. It’s all so pointless. Come Thursday evening, he’ll have joined the Quidditch team and he’ll be hanging out with, y’know, those people, and we’ll be ancient history. He’ll make plenty of friends. He just doesn’t know it yet.

Okay. If you say so. Also, at lunch, I finally tried that thing you’re always talking about, “applying myself,” and I found this article on his dad in the library. From 6 years ago.

Don’t you want to know what the article said?

You could have mentioned he was a death eater, you know.

I don’t care about that, by the way. You used to be friends and that’s good enough for me. But, Y/N, he was arrested six years ago. And you haven’t talked to Theo in six years. But there isn’t any kind of connection between those, is there?

Y/N?

Do not make me throw this at you. I know how you feel about paper cuts.

Tuesday, 3.03 pm, Defence Against the Dark Arts

Where’s your friend?

You know. Who you’re always passing notes with in class?

You noticed?

Hard not to. It makes you all fidgety and annoyed.

Yeah, well, Ivy’s an annoying person.

I’ll take your word for it. What do you have after this?

Transfiguration.

Wow. That’s one of the harder ones, isn’t it?

Er, depends on who you ask, I think.

Still brilliant as ever, then.

Shut up. I’m not half the swot I was in primary school.

I never thought you were a swot. You were just…enthusiastic.

That’s sweet of you to say, Theo.

Huh. I thought I’d always be Teddy to you.

We’re not ten anymore, Theo. I can say your name perfectly now.

That’s good. So, have you thought about it?

Thought about what?

The Quidditch tryouts. You’re the only person I know here so you have to say yes.

I don’t know. Some of the girls look pretty interested in getting to know you.

What?

Nothing. I guess I could swing by for a short while.

That’s my girl.

Thursday, 8.37 pm, Common Room

SO?????

He got in. Obviously. Was there ever any doubt?

Did he run up to you? Did he hug you? Did he pick you up and spin you around???

Witch Weekly is a bad influence on you.

Details, please.

He hugged me. Kind of. Nearly tackled me, he was so excited.

you are SO his good luck charm!!!!!!

Friday, 11.17 am, Defence Against the Dark Arts

Witch Weekly?

It’s not mine. I’m holding it for a friend.

Right.

Really, I am. Ivy’s a fiend for these but she has this Charms test coming up that she absolutely cannot fail.

I believe you. ‘Top 6 Magical Contraceptives for the Modern Witch’ doesn’t sound like your kind of reading material.

I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I was only having a little fun.

I’m not embarrassed. Are you embarrassed?

Erm, no, but you’re very red. Do you need to see the Healer?

I’m fine. It’s just hot. And no one calls Madam Pomfrey ‘the Healer,’ by the way.

Ah. I see.

Is there a point to all this? Did you need to ask something?

Oh, right. What are you up to on Saturday night?

Saturday? Dunno…wanted to take a crack at that Transfiguration essay.

Excellent. I’ll pick you up at 8.

Oh?

It’s nothing. A couple of the guys on the team wanted to celebrate with drinks at Hogsmeade. Everyone’s bringing someone, and I thought it would be nice if you came. Being my good luck charm, and all.

Oh, Theo, you probably don’t know this since you’re new and all, but going down to Hogsmeade is only permissible on certain weekends. And only start a couple of weeks into the term, so not yet.

Did you just -? Oh my god, you did. You laughed at me. You laughed at my note. Out loud. You’re lucky you’re in Slytherin, you know. Snape usually goes absolutely ballistic if anyone interrupts his lesson.

I’m sorry, I forgot what a stickler you were. I just - I didn’t think I’d miss it.

Please, Theo, forget the drinks. I cannot in good conscience stand by and let you break so many rules. You’ve been here less than a week!

Guess you’ll have to keep an eye on me. Make sure I stay out of trouble.

Exactly.

Great. See you Saturday at 8.

Part 2

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starkwlkr · 6 months ago

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monster mash | oscar piastri

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Oscar didn’t think he would be babysitting on Halloween night, but then again he didn’t have plans. He was stuck babysitting his mom’s friend’s kid, Luke. The parents were going to a Halloween party so Oscar’s mom volunteered her son to babysit.

“Why would you do that? I’ve never even met the kid!” Oscar groaned as Nicole Piastri closed the front door after giving candy to trick or treaters.

“Laurie is a good woman and she even babysat you so please just look after Luke for one night.” Nicole replied.

“Mum, it’s Halloween.” Oscar frowned.

“And you’re babysitting.”

So Oscar got ready and drove to Laurie’s house that was decorated with skulls, pumpkins and fake spiderwebs. It was clear that this family took the holiday seriously. After ringing the doorbell, the door opened revealing a kid with a pirate costume.

“What are you supposed to be?” The boy asked.

Oscar rolled his eyes. “Your babysitter for the next three hours.”

“Lame.”

“Luke! Be nice to Oscar!” The boy’s mother said as she walked to the door to greet Oscar. She was dressed as Dorothy from the wizard of oz while her husband was dressed as the scarecrow. “Hi, thanks for coming. Our numbers are on a sticky note on the fridge, he is not allowed to watch any scary movie no matter what he says and no more eating candy.”

“But it’s Halloween!” Luke whined.

“Listen to your mother, Luke, no more candy.” His father stated. “There’s money on the kitchen counter if you want to order some pizza. We should be home by 12.”

Oscar nodded at all their instructions. How was he supposed to keep a kid entertained? Legos? He didn’t know the first rule to entertain kids.

After Luke’s mom and dad left, the seven year old immediately ran to the living room and grabbed the landline. Oscar wasn’t sure if what to do. It’s not everyday that a little kid uses a landline. After dialing a number and waiting a few seconds, Luke spoke into the phone.

“They’re gone. My dad left money for pizza. Bring your candy too.” He said then hung up.

Oscar stood in the living room confused. “Who were you talking to?”

“Sarah.” Luke replied casually. He then walked to the coffee table and grabbed the remote, turning on the tv and clicking netflix. “Can you order cheese pizza?”

Oscar didn’t think much of it so he walked to the kitchen to grab the money. His heart stopped when he noticed the back door was wide open. Was this some kind of prank? Surely it was. Before he could do anything, a loud yell startled him from behind him.

“Fuck!” Oscar yelled out as he turned around and saw a random girl laughing along with Luke and another little girl in a Wednesday Addams costume. “That’s not funny.”

“You scream like a girl!” Luke laughed, but stopped when the little girl punched his arm. “Ow!”

“Sorry, it’s Halloween, everyone’s entitled to one good scare.” The random girl said then extended her hand towards Oscar. “I’m Y/n. I’m Luke’s neighbor and this is my sister, Sarah.”

“Oscar, I’m Luke’s babysitter, but only for today.” He made sure to include the last part. He stared at the girl, captivated by her beauty. He figured he must’ve stared at Y/n for a while because Luke was complaining that he was hungry for pizza. “Oh, pizza, yeah right.”

While Sarah and Luke went back to the living room, Y/n hung out with Oscar in the kitchen. He dialed the pizza place. As he ordered, he started stuttering. That’s when Y/n offered to order instead.

“Hey, Tommy! Can we get our usual? And throw in those lava cakes too and a coke. Yeah, thanks. See ya.” Y/n spoke with confidence then hung up and gave Oscar his phone back.

“You know the pizza guy?” Oscar questioned.

“Yeah. He’s my ex, but it all ended on good terms.” Y/n said. “So Freddy, Michael or Jason?”

“What?”

“Do you have a preference? I’m more of a Michael Myers kind of girl, but we can watch Friday the 13th, A Nightmare on Elm Street or if you’re into something else, that’s cool too.” She smiled at Oscar as they walked back to the living room where the kids were trying to find a movie to watch.

“But he’s not—” Oscar pointed to Luke.

“Supposed to watch scary movies? We do this every year! My mom gets a babysitter on Halloween, Sarah and Y/n come over and we eat pizza and watch scary movies!” Luke interrupted. “My mom doesn’t know so don’t tell!”

“Yeah, don’t be lame!” Sarah added.

“Sarah! Be nice or we’re leaving.” Y/n warned. “It’s cool, they won’t get scared.”

“What about the other babysitter? Did they know about this too?” Oscar questioned. He really wasn’t in the mood to get in trouble.

“Yeah, but she was going to tell Luke’s mom and now she’s missing.” Sarah said with no emotion. Oscar nervously laughed, but stopped when no one around him was laughing.

“She’s joking. The last babysitter left because of college and yes she knew about this so come sit so we can watch a movie.” Y/n patted the seat next to her.

Oscar had to come clean at some point. He hated scary movies. He would rather sit through a romance movie than watch some person getting killed by a slasher. So instead of suggesting a more family friendly Halloween movie like Hotel Transylvania, he blurted out two words. Just Dance.

“You mean the game?” Luke asked.

“Yeah, the second one has Monster Mash. It could be . . . fun.” Oscar shyly said.

“Oh god, I haven’t played Just Dance in forever! I say let’s do it.” Y/n agreed and stood up from the couch. Since Luke didn’t have the game, Oscar put the dance on YouTube.

“Wanna try?” Oscar asked Y/n. He looked at the kids. “They don’t look too convinced.”

“Eh, they’ll just have to watch us dance horribly.” Y/n chuckled.

“Speak for yourself! I am a Just Dance champion.”

The kids watched as Oscar and Y/n danced like a zombie while the iconic Halloween song played. They didn’t even notice when Y/n’s ex aka the pizza guy knocked on the door ready to deliver the cheese pizza and lava cake and soda.

Luke opened the door and gave him the money. “Thanks. Keep the change.” He handed Sarah the bottle of soda.

“A dollar?” Before Tommy the pizza guy could get another word in, Luke slammed the door shut.

The kids watched as Oscar picked another song to dance to. Luke shook his head in disappointment. Even he could tell that Oscar had developed a crush on his neighbor.

“Do you know your sister’s number?” Luke asked Sarah.

“Yeah.”

“Cool.” Luke replied. “Want to share a lava cake?”

Eventually, Y/n and Sarah had to leave since Luke’s parents were coming back. As Oscar was putting Luke to bed, the boy gave him a piece of paper with a number on it.

“What’s that?” Oscar asked.

“Y/n’s number. She likes the color red, Agatha Christie books and scary movies.” Luke replied. “It looked like you needed help.”

Oscar couldn’t believe it. Was he that bad that a seven year old had to help him get a cute girl’s number?

“Uh, thanks?” He took the small slip of paper. “Get some sleep, Luke.” He smiled at the boy.

“Oscar? If you and Y/n get married—”

“Okay, I wouldn’t go that far.” Not yet at least.

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ericshoney · 2 months ago

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Sweets and Sickness ~ Brothers!Sturniolo Triplets

Summary: You join Nick, Matt and Chris trying fall snacks and candies but you have too much sugar.

Warnings: possible swearing, nicknames, mentions of sickness/throwing up, fluff

Reader's age: 6

Today you were filming with Nick, Matt and Chris. You were excited not only to spend time with them in LA more, but to be a part of their job.

"You excited for filming, bub?" Matt asked you.

"Yeah! What is it?" You asked.

"You know Nick and I went to the store this morning? Well, we got lots of Halloween and autumn themed sweets and treats." He answered.

You smiled, nodding as you remembered, but you also remembered that Chris was left home alone with you and the two of you ate some leftover candy. Chris said to keep it a secret from Nick and Matt, so you did.

Nick then set the camera up as the guys started filming their intro. You just giggled and stood next to Chris at the table.

"Alright, our first item is this!" Chris shouted, throwing the box in the air, only for Matt to catch it, which they seemed very impressed by.

"Pumpkin spice rolls!" Matt shouted.

"Looks like a Twinky!" You shouted, as Nick opened one up.

"Kinda, bub." Chris said, nodding at your statement.

Nick passed the roll to you, after they each had a bite, letting you try it also. You giggled as you had a small bit.

"Squishy." You mumbled, making them laugh.

"Do you like it, petal?" Matt asked you.

"Kinda! But not the best." You answered.

He nodded as Nick mumbled about too much filling. They each picked a rating as you just went to grab the next item, which happened to be a nerds rope.

"Of course you'd pick that, kid." Nick said, taking the sweet from you.

"Love them!" You cheered.

He laughed as they made a mess splitting the rope up. You giggled as the bits hit the table and fell onto the floor.

As you all continued trying different autumn, many being sweets, caused you to start bouncing around more than usual, which Nick, Matt and Chris noticed.

"Someone is having a sugar rush." Nick mentioned.

You just giggled and bounced around, but then grabbed your stomach and whined.

"I think we'll take a little break." Matt suggested.

Nick nodded in agreement and grabbed the camera to stop filming for a bit as they watched you now run over to the sofa and jump around, the sudden stomach ache you had gone, but only for a minute.

"I'm gonna puke!" You shouted, running to the closest bathroom, only for it to be a false call.

"Okay we didn't give her that much so far, it's been like five things!" Nick exclaimed.

"Welllll." Chris sang.

"What did you do!" Matt called.

"Whilst you were both out getting the stuff for this video, I may have given her some other candy we had leftover." Chris admitted.

"You fucking idiot, now our six year old sister is having a sugar rush! You knew we were filming this video, why do that!" Matt shouted.

"Hey I can't say no to her, she's too cute." Chris said with a laugh.

"Doesn't matter now. Let's head to the park and she can run wild." Nick said.

Matt and Chris nodded and got you ready to head out. Knowing they would film the rest of the video by themselves whilst you crashed after your sugar rush.

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alexa-fika · 8 months ago

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imagine the whitebeard pirates finding like a toddler reader just on the ship,what would they do?

Fem reader please.

OH also, My sister is getting Married!!!!

Baby stowaway( Whitebeard pirates x f!child!reader)

A/n- this one is really short and kinda bad but I wanted to give you guys something since I haven’t written in a bit, I am so sorry guys I am so behind in requests, Im trying to catch up and complete them all so sorry for the wait!

ALSO CONSIDER CONGRATULATIONS TO YOUR SISTER

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha as a placeholder which stands for reader im Japanese

Dividers by @/saradika

“Mind telling me again what you were doing hiding on the ship?” Ace questions, the small toddler sitting in front of him with a smile

“I came in Dad’s boat.”

“Okay, well, do you know how long ago was that?”

“Eighty days ago!” She said, raising five fingers

Ace turned around to glance at Marco, sharing a look with him

“Will you give me a moment, sweetcheeks?” Smiling as she nodded, standing up to walk towards Marco

“You think she was here that long?” He question

“Children that young don’t have the concept of time yet, so no matter how much we asked, we probably won’t know how long she was down there. But based on what we know, we can assume that they were abandoned,” Marco sighs

“So, we can keep her then?”

“Is that all you heard from that?” he grumbled

“Come on, Marco, look at her; you can’t deny you want that little face around the ship.”

“That’s not the issue here.”

“It’s all that matters; her own father abandoned her; she doesn’t have anywhere to go; she needs someone to be there for her, especially now when she can’t even defend himself.”

Marco’s eyes soften at that as he glances back at the girl

“I guess Pops will never say no to a child, especially a child.”

“Ace beams at that, giving Marco a pat on the back, much to the doctor’s displeasure

“Here you go, Dokucha; you should eat something; I made you some croissants.”

“I love boissonts!”

Ace furrows his eyebrows at this

“Croissants”

“Boissants”

“You’re so cute pumpkin’” Thatch laughs

I based this on an interaction I had with one of my students, he usually uses b for c words, boissont, boshier, it’s hella cute

Taglist:

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#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece imagine #one piece fluff #one piece x child!reader #oc x whitebeard pirates #whitebeard pirates x child!reader #whitebeard pirates #whitebeard pirates x reader

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ozzgin · 1 year ago

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Yandere! Akatsuki Headcanons: Halloween with their Darling

Featuring the Akatsuki and how they would spend Halloween with a Darling that loves the spooky season!

Itachi

Itachi is rather introverted and doesn't like parties or loud events. He could, of course, put on a smile and interact with anyone if it was for your sake, but he will be looking forward to being alone with you once again. Plainly put, he has no interest in other people.

He finds your excitement cute and might suggest that you spend a quiet evening in the graveyard, feeding the ravens and discussing horror movies and literature. It's peaceful, comforting and fitting. Oh, he just loves hearing your voice.

Truly, what could be more romantic than debating ghoulish matters among the dead and decayed? For Itachi it is a statement in itself, that your love prevails over everything. Perhaps even foreshadowing, if anyone ever dares to interfere.

Kisame

Kisame will be happy to comply with any proposal as long as you're by his side. That's really the only requirement for his successful Halloween. If you prefer larger events, he will dutifully keep suitors away and allow you to mingle with your friends. Otherwise a cozy evening indoors will suffice.

Now listen, when it comes to horror movies I’m sure the first thought is usually Jaws. But I had this picture in my head: watching Silent Hill with Kisame and getting him to dress up as Pyramid Head. If there’s a costume party happening, he’ll be right behind you in that bloodied up apron and great knife dragging along.

In fact, you could even go for a matching costume, such as Bubble Head Nurse. Kisame takes his role very seriously, so naturally once you’re alone he might just do what Pyramid Head does. You can tell he’s been looking forward to it once his imposing gloved hand is around your throat, grip tightening in anticipation.

Sasori

Sasori will be against any social event, so you better not pester him with any of those annoying Halloween parties. He does not care for it and he finds it an utter waste of time that could be spent with you instead. Why do you need the company of others?

If you must celebrate in some way, he’d much rather compromise on some quiet, cultural activity. Perhaps some museum exhibition, or a candlelight organ concert in a church. Even better, a horror movie at home so he doesn’t have to worry about perverts eyeing you.

I like to think he’d enjoy Tim Burton movies. They’re artsy and tasteful and a lot of the recurring themes might pique his interest. You’ll finish watching Edward Scissorhands and notice he’s been thoughtfully gazing at you for some time. Is anything wrong? Not really. He’d just been pondering that you won’t be allowed to grow old. He’ll make sure of it.

Deidara

Deidara is a thrill seeker and will absolutely share your enthusiasm for Halloween. Costume parties, haunted houses, amusement parks, you name it. He loves a good scare and might even compile an elaborate list of activities to make sure you have the best time. Truth be told, seeing you enjoying yourself might be the actual highlight.

He won’t mind, however, if you’d prefer a less intense evening. There’s plenty of things to do away from the crowd, such as pumpkin carving. He’ll do his best to impress you with his artistic skills, presenting highly elaborate carvings, often depicting your favorite things. He lives to entertain you.

If he thinks about it, this is a perfect opportunity to prove to you that really no one else compares. His love for you is unmatched. And as he likes to say, the holiday isn’t complete until it ends with a bang ;) (Had to make the joke)

Kakuzu

Ugh. Kakuzu just dreads the upcoming holidays. It’s all puerile, commercial quackery and he does his best to ignore the nonsense. Or he used to, at the very least. As much as it irritates him, your disappointed expression might be even more unbearable. He does have a soft spot for you, after all.

So fine, go ahead. Do your silly little Halloween shenanigans. As long as he doesn’t have to deal with other people. It’s really just the best for everyone involved. You wouldn’t want some poor soul complimenting your outfit to immediately meet their demise at the hands of your intimidating boyfriend. His patience might be thin, but when it comes to you it’s basically nonexistent.

Ideally it’ll be just you and him. Graveyards, horror movies, haunted houses, pumpkin patches, whatever your little heard desires. If he’s in a good mood, he might even be willing to don a matching costume.

Hidan

Given Hidan’s beliefs, he’s not very impressed by some pagan invention, although he does enjoy the activities that come with it. It’s his guilty pleasure. Especially because he gets to see you all dressed up.

That might just be the main reason, really. You. He loves seeing your excitement and would do anything to entertain it. He enjoys social events where he can show you off, but doing things alone as a couple is also perfectly fine. Okay, if he’s entirely honest, he would very much like to parade you around as his.

All the gore and the terror really gets him into the mood. By the end of the day he’ll be a starved man, and you can be sure that once he gets his hands on you it will be a bloody, scratching, biting mess. He’s probably the type to suggest you do it in a graveyard for the thrills.

Pein

Pein pretends not to care, but he is very much aware your favorite holiday is approaching. He’ll prepare weeks in advance to make sure he won’t have any paperwork or surprise missions. The day will be entirely dedicated to you.

He will either quietly follow you around to whatever plans you’ve made, like a loyal dog, or will conjure his own activities in case you didn’t expect too much productivity to be possible. Oh, the things he’ll do for your sake. Anything for a glimpse of that genuine smile.

You’re quite amused by the fact that Pein retains his serious expression no matter what jumpscares come your way. Impressed, you can’t help but ask him: “Is there even anything that frightens you?” And he won’t have to contemplate an answer for long. Naturally the thought of losing you. All the other artificial horrors pale in comparison. But you needn’t worry, he will never, ever allow it to happen.

Konan

Konan is only mildly excited about Halloween, but she will never say no to spending time with you. Additionally, it comes with the opportunity of doing arts and crafts as a way to relax. Forget buying decorations, she’ll be crafting the most exquisite garlands and ornaments you’ve ever laid eyes on.

She prefers to keep to herself. If you desire to attend a social gathering, she won’t downright refuse, but she’ll maintain her distance from the crowd and count the hours until you’re alone and together.

I feel like she would treat it as a spooky Valentine’s Day. She’ll show up with an elaborate gothic bouquet of flowers and a card quoting your favorite horror book or movie. “I have crossed oceans of time to find you”, as she lovingly once read in Bram Stoker’s Dracula. You’re her very own undying romance.

Tobi

You might think you’re excited for Halloween, but it quickly fades when compared to Tobi’s enthusiasm. Before you can even mention it to him, he will present you with a full itinerary of things to do together. He has been counting the days, constantly daydreaming of having all the fun in the world with you.

Similarly childish is his possessiveness. You find his little bouts of jealousy when you’re among other people terribly cute, as he pouts and tries to drag you away, reminding you dramatically that he’s your Halloween date. Only him.

Although you’re taken aback by his abrupt change of tone, when at some point during the night the silly threats turn into a deep, jarring voice demanding your undivided attention. Surprised? It’s a holiday of frights, after all. Perhaps he’ll show you how scary he can be if he wants to.

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lexisecretaccx · 5 months ago

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A+ Student FINALE

Masterlist!

(Femreader, pretty long, drama, fluff, I didn’t rlly know how to end this bro, not proofread!)

Summary: Y/n is a great student in her college, always getting good grades. Her college professor Matt, thinks she can get even higher ones with some “extra credit.” That is until she meets her new gym teacher..

Y/n POV

I get woken up by my phone buzzing, it’s 2am who’s calling me? I sit up and grab it off my bedside table. Chris? I answer it, “hello?” I ask sleepily. “I’m so sorry I woke you up,” he spoke softly, “it’s okay, what’s wrong?”

“Please don’t drop Matts class, I had a talk with him everything’s okay he just doesn’t want you to throw away something you’re good at.” Chris replies. “Everything’s good with you and him? And me?” I need to make sure, “yeah he said he wants you to be happy and he’s not going to mess with your feelings, he knows how much I like you.” I can’t see it but I know he’s smiling.

“Really? That’s great!” I sit up further, “Fine, I won’t drop his class then, I do enjoy the subject I just didn’t wanna be in the same class as him but if it’s all good then okay!” I say enthusiastically.

“Can we meet up tomorrow? After college?” He asks me, “Yeah sure,” I groan as I stretch. “Go back to sleep y/n, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He chuckles, “Goodnight.” I mumble as I fall further into my pillow. He hangs up as I instantly fall back to sleep peacefully.

I’m glad everything is good between them, I feel bad for being mad at Matt but.. I did have a right to, but him and Chris also had a right to be mad at me.. I won’t dwell on the past.

My alarm chimes, “Fuck..” I sit up and shut it off, I go to shower and get dressed before applying makeup and getting my bag ready. I walk downstairs, toast a waffle and eat it up to my table.

“Hey sweetie.” my dad walks down the stairs, “Morning dad, you sleep well.” I ask him as he makes a coffee, “Eh, same as usual.” He groans, he sits down opposite me, “No syrup or anything with that?” He points at the waffle on my plate, “No I didn’t want any.” I smile, “Weirdo.” He laughs sipping his coffee.

I check my phone, and he checks his and then it’s time for me to leave. “I’m gonna head off, see you later dad!” I stand up, “See ya Pumpkin.” He waves from the table, “Wait dad I forgot,” I turn around, “I’m going out with a friend after college so I’ll be back late.” He smiles, “That’s okay I’ll be in work anyway, but stay safe!”

I leave and start to walk, I make it to college early and walk in and sit in the library. “You’re here early.” Matt spoke, my head flicked up from the book I was reading, “I underestimated my walking speed.” I chuckle quietly. “Can I sit?” He points opposite me, I nod.

“Chris talked to you yesterday right?” I whispered, we’re in a library even though literally nobody is in here. “Yeah, I just want you to know that there’s no hard feelings, I liked you but not the same way you liked me whereas Chris.. you’re one of the only things he talks about.” Matt chuckles.

It hurt hearing him say he didn’t like me the same way I liked him but, I don’t have those feelings for him anymore so it doesn’t matter. “Really?” I smile, “Yeah it’s always, y/n this.. y/n that.. and in between he talks about some bullshit nobody really understands.” He grins, “I really like him Matt.”

“I told him I didn’t wanna get in the way of you both, I mean.. he literally quit his job for you, that’s something I couldn’t do for anyone.” Matt sighs, “And I apologise.. for messing with your head and lying and everything. Just know I won’t do that again, you and Chris can be happy and I won’t ruin that.” He smiles softly, “Thank you.” I nod.

“Thank you, for not dropping the class, you’re the top student.. You’re an A+ Student.. even without ‘extra credit’ and you will pass the course easily.” He spoke quietly. “It’s okay, I’m sorry for being rude to you yesterday, I was just upset.” I added.

“It’s alright it’s understandable-” he goes to speak but he gets cut off by his phone pinging. “Oh shit I gotta go to set up class, I’ll see you in a bit.” He gets up and walks out the library.

After 10 minutes I leave the library and turn down the hallway, I see Lizzy, Mason, Ethan, Myla, and Kelly all talking and laughing. I walk over to them, “Hi.” I smile, they instantly stop talking and turn to face me, “Oh hey.” Lizzy spoke awkwardly. Kelly is staring into my soul, why have they all stopped talking when I show up?

“What are you guys talking about?” I try to break the awkwardness, “Oh nothing much.” Mason nods, “You can continue talking, don’t let me stop you.” I chuckle nervously, “Uh.. Mason and Kelly how did your date go yesterday?” Ethan changes the subject, I look to Mason and Kelly who are both blushing.

I guess she has a type.. anyone who shows interest in me. I’m joking but still, “It went well.. we’re sorta dating now.” Kelly giggles, “Yeah.” Mason looks directly at me for a response, “Congrats.” I smile. I’m not jealous at all, I’ve got Chris.

“Did you know Mr Sturniolo quit his job?” Ethan says to Mason, “What why?” He replies, I fiddle with my hand’s anxiously. “He had ‘more important things to focus on’,” Ethan scoffs, “My mom is the headmasters assistant so she told me, but if you ask me.. I think he was fucking a student.”

I look to him instantly, “What made you think that?” I ask him, “Apparently he had Hickeys on his neck, but here’s the thing.. he didn’t have them when he got here.. he must’ve got them from someone here.” He chuckles, “Are you sure he wasn’t dating one of the staff here?” I tried to hide my nervousness.

“Why are you defending him,” Ethan laughs, “Are you the student he was sneaking around with.” He crosses his arms, “What no! I wouldn’t date a teacher.” I try and defend myself, “I never said date, plus he quit his job so he’s not a teacher anymore.” He snarks.

“Can you just stop, I’m too tired to deal with bullshit.” I sigh, “Tired from fucking Mr Sturniolo is it?” Lizzy joins in, “Liz what?” I scoff, “I was joking.” She awkwardly chuckles. Kelly doesn’t say a word, “You okay?” Mason wraps an arm around her, I know what she’s thinking, she’s fucked Matt and is nervous anyone might find out.

“Yeah, great.” She replies. “You a teacher fucker Y/n? Hm?” Ethan leans down to my ear, I shake my head. “Ethan I said stop.” I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Everything okay here?” A familiar voice, Matt. Kelly turns around so quickly you would think someone was offering a million bucks for free.

“Yep professor, everything’s peachy.” Ethan fake smiles and places his hand on my shoulder. “Ethan’s being a dick.” I spoke out, his expression shifts to betrayal or some shit. “Yeah well y/n is a teacher fu-” Ethan goes to speak and cuts himself off as Matt is Chris’ brother.

“Kelly you didn’t do your homework that was due Friday.” He spoke to her, her face so sheepish you woulda thought she saw a ghost. “Sorry Mat- Professor.” She stutters, I try not to laugh because of how nervous she is. “It’s fine but get it done by tomorrow.” He nods going to walk away until he stops and turns on his heels.

“And Ethan?” He calls, Ethan looks up.. “Don’t spread rumours about my brother, I could get your mother in trouble for telling you confidential information.” He tilts his head, “Sorry sir.” He looks down at his feet. Matt walks away.

“What was that about Kels?” Liz asks Kelly, Kels? Since when were they that close friends, “What?” Kelly stutters, “Your little nervous moment then.” Liz chuckles, “You gotta crush on Professor Sturniolo?” She smiles, “No!” Kelly shakes her head, Mason looks down at Kelly confused.

“It’s fine, I know someone else who does.” Liz looks at me and smirks, “Nope, not anymore.” I look at her, “Mhm sure.. what about Mr Sturniolo, you told me you liked him.” She teases, “Whatever.” I roll my eyes I’m sick of this what is she doing?

“I’m gonna go to class.” I push past Mason and Ethan, “You got another 20 mins, do you just wanna see Professor Sturniolo?” Ethan teases, “No, I just wanna get away from you all. The only one who isn’t being an asshole is Kelly.” I nod at her, “I’ll go to class with you, so you aren’t alone.” She smiles and walks next to me.

“Yeah okay.” I nod, and we walk to class. I knock the door, before walking in with Kelly. Matt turns to us, “Everything good?” He asks me, “No they pissed me off so I came to class early, Kelly came aswell.” She walks in next to me, “Hi.” She waves nervously, “Hey you okay?” He smiles, she nods.

I never thought I’d be friends with the girl who Matt fucked without me knowing, but she’s nice. We sit down next to each-other in my row, just until class starts. “I feel bad that they were teasing you.” Kelly whispers so Matt doesn’t hear, “Yeah it’s fine.” I sigh, I pull out my notes. “If I’m being honest, I also had a crush on him.” She points at Matt who is sat at his desk writing stuff down.

“I know.” I chuckle a bit, “How did you know?” She tilts her head, “I could just tell by your body language whenever he would talk to you.” I smile at her, “Oh that’s so embarrassing.” She covers her face, “It’s fine don’t worry.” I start to write down some notes.

“Ethan said he saw your insta story the other day.” Kelly whispers, my head turns to her, “The car one?” She leans closer to me so she can speak quieter. “Don’t ask me how I know but, that was his car right?” She points at Matt again, “yeah but.. not him.” I sigh, “Oh shit.” I speak again as I realise what I was talking about.

I don’t even know her enough and I basically just admitted to the thing that Ethan was accusing me of, “It’s fine, wanna know a secret?” She smirks, “What?” I reply and she sighs “don’t tell anyone please?” She looks at me, “As long as you don’t tell anyone what we’re talking about in general here.” I nod.

“I promise not to,” she puts her pinky out and we pinky promise on it. “I fucked him..” she signals to Matt, “I feel super guilty about it too because I shouldn’t have but.. it was in the moment and you know.. but I called things off almost instantly. I still feel awkward though but he said it’s okay.” She sighs.

“It’s alright, I won’t tell anyone.” I smile at her, I’m glad I’m making a new friend because Lizzy has changed. Little does Kelly know, both of us have fucked Matt but I’m not gonna tell her that. “So you and Mr Sturniolo did.. fuck?” She whispers, I nod, “So Ethan was right?” She sighs.

“Yeah.” I scribble on the plain paper infront of me, “Your secret is safe with me I promise, I fucking hate Ethan in general and he made me so annoyed when he was pressing you about it.” She scoffs, “He usually tells his mom everything.” She rolls her eyes, “Ugh.” I groan.

We talk for a bit and class starts, Kelly returns to her seat and people come in, Matt starts the lesson.

Halfway through the class Ethan and his mom walk in, my heart sinks. What are they doing here, I pretend to continue doing my work and Matt walks up to them. I look up and see Ethan pointing at me, Matt walks up next to me and leans down “They want you to go with them, I think Ethan said something about what he was talking to you about earlier.” Matt pulls an awkward face.

“Oh shit.” I stand up and walk down to them, Ethan grins and I roll my eyes, “Y/n we have to talk to you, Ethan go back to class.” His mom dismissed him and walks to the principals office with me, my heart is beating so quickly.

She lets me in and instantly I’m greeted by the principal. “Sit down.” He’s a tall man, like super tall. 6ft 4 at least. He looks down at me as he demands me to sit. I do exactly that and sit in the seat across from his desk. “We’ve had a very serious accusation..” he sits down opposite me.

“Mrs Winters’ son has told her some information you need to clear up.” He signals her to come closer, “Ethan has revealed to me that he has suspicions that you had a physical relationship with a teacher here. Is that true?” She stands infront of me, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Ethan was accusing me of it earlier and stuff but it’s not true.”

“He also told me that you had told him some information, but that was confidential information so that’s not good.” I turn the tables and start accusing her, her eyes widen. “Do not switch the topic.” She demands, “Oh no I’m not, it’s very much on the same topic.” I lean back in my chair. The principal looks at her, “Is that true?” He asks.

“I had only told him about the situation with Mr Sturniolo and the hickeys on his neck, and the reason he quit his job and I told him I thought it was suspicious!” She defends herself, “That was private between Mr Sturniolo and us, you shouldn’t spread that. But on the topic of Mr Sturniolo.” He directs his attention to me.

“Did you, or did you not.. have a sexual relationship with Christopher Sturniolo during his time teaching here?” He spoke more sternly. “I did not.” I lie, “Why was there footage of you and him in a car together, not long ago? Also an instagram story that shows different.”

Fuck.. my own actions coming back on me, something I did just to make Matt jealous is coming back at me. “Well..” I try to defend myself but get interrupted. “The car you had on the instagram story is the same one that Professor Sturniolo drives, and if I’m correct, he shares that car with his brother Christopher Sturniolo.. right?”

I nod, “So you’re admitting it?” He tilts his head, “He’s not a teacher anymore so there’s no problem with it.” I cross my arms, “So you do have some sort of relationship with him?” Mrs Winters asks me, I shrug. “It wasn’t bad. We didn’t do anything until he quit his job.” I lie but it was a good lie.

“But the hickeys on his neck?” He looks at me, “It was just a make out session, I didn’t know I did that.” I pretend to feel guilty but I don’t, I meant every single one of those marks I left on his neck. “Y/n you know what this means?” He leans forward and sighs, “If your grades weren’t A’s and A+’s you would have to be expelled.”

“But, since you’re a good student, you’re good for our public scores so selfishly of the school we will keep you here, but if we catch any suspicious activity we will not refrain from taking immediate action.” He spoke sternly. I nod, “okay thank you, I’m sorry.” I sigh, I can feel Mrs Winters’ eyes burning into me.

“What happens now?” I ask quietly, “We will have to send you home until tomorrow.” He looks at me with disappointment. I get out of the chair and walk to the door, “I’m sorry again.” I look back, he nods before signalling for Mrs Winters to sit down. She was telling personal information to her son that’s gotta get her in trouble.. right?

I walk past the English classroom and remember that I left my jacket in there. “Shit..” I mutter under my breath. I knock the door timidly and walk in, the class still full of students learning. “I need my jacket.” I mumble, “Are you not staying?” Matt tilts his head and I shake mine, “I got sent home.” I turn away from the class and widen my eyes at him.

He gets the idea of what I mean and nods quickly, “Oh.. okay.” He goes back to his desk, I walk to my seat next to Kelly and grab my jacket off the seat. “What’s happening?” She whispers to me, “You know what I told you?” I whisper back to her, “Yeah..” she leans to hear me better, “They had evidence or something, I’m not expelled but just suspended for a day.” I sigh, “Oh no.. I’ll see you tomorrow though.” She smiles gently.

I walk out the English classroom, giving a small wave to Matt and walking down the hall and out the school door. I grab my phone out and text Chris, he can pick me up now. “We can meet up now. I’ll explain, can u pick me up? xx” I text him. Not even 5 minutes pass before his typing bubble pops up.

“Ok ma On my way! x” I chuckle, his text was followed by an “omw dk why it auto corrected x” I smile to myself and wait outside the school gates until I see the minivan pull up. The window rolled down he leans over to me, “Matt took the Porsche.” He rolls his eyes and I hop into the passenger seat.

“Why are you out early?” He looks at me, “I got kicked out, just for today but they found out about us.” I put my seatbelt on, his eyes widen, “Oh shit, how?” He starts to drive and rests his hand on my thigh, “Mrs Winters was telling Ethan about your personal meeting with the Principal and Ethan borough up the insta story and everything and you know..” I sigh.

“I’m sorry ma.” He gives a gentle squeeze to my thigh, “No it’s okay, if I wasn’t an A+ Student I would’ve gotten expelled according to the Principal, they need me for their publicity purposes.” I laugh, he chuckles too. “Selfish fuckers, but it’s good for you.” We stop at a stop light and he looks at me, “Wanna go for food?” He smiles.

“Yes please, I’m starving.” I pretend to rub my stomach. “What does your stomach crave my dear?” He puts a fake posh English accent on and leans closer to me, “McDonald’s.” I nod grinning. “What fine cuisine.” He jokes still in the awful English accent. “You’re bad at the accent.” I smirk.

“We aren’t going to McDonald’s if you hate on my accent.” He huffs before smiling lightly. “It’s really bad though.” I snark, “don’t be bratty.” He scoffs at me and squeezes my thigh tightly. “I’m sorry, I love the accent.” I lie. “Okay we can get McDonald’s now.”

“What do you want, in advance?” He asks as he drives towards the McDonalds sign in the distance, “Hm, McNuggets please.” I ask in an overly polite tone, “Alright.” He replies, “We can get a share box if you want.” He pulls into the drive thru, “Yeah sure.”

He orders the nuggets, fries and drinks and we pick it up after he pays. We pull into the parking lot to eat the food, “You should’ve had a large fry like I did.” He spoke, stuffing his mouth full of fries. I laugh, “What?” He asks me, “Swallow your food before talking.” I continue laughing.

He finishes his fries before talking, “Y/n I have something I want to ask you, a serious-ish question.” He turns to face me fully, “Yeah? Ask me anything I smile at him admiring his features. “Would you.. do you think you- will you be my girlfriend?” He whispers slightly, my eyes widen and I smile at him. “Really?” I smile widely.

“No I’m just joking,” he sarcastically spoke, “Yes really? Will you?” He smiles, I nod quickly, “Yes! Of course.” I lean to him and grab his face before pushing my lips against his. His hand makes its way behind my neck to deepen the kiss. We part our lips and sit back down normally, “I’m glad it’s official now.” He eats some chicken McNuggets.

‘Yeah.” I smile, my cheeks flushed. I look down to eat the nuggets, “Chris!” I raise my voice, “What?” He asks. “You’ve eaten almost all of them! We said 10 each, you’ve eaten 14.” I pretend to cry, “I’ll go buy you more if you want? Sorry baby.” He goes to get out, “No it’s okay,” I laugh, “just let me eat the rest of them.

I snatch the box out of his hand and eat the rest of the 6 nuggets that are left. “Can I have some of your drink?” He asks me, “Drink your own.” I chuckle, “I did, it’s empty now.” He sighs, I scoff. “Fine have a sip.” I look at him to make sure he is, he gulps twice. “That was two sips.” I joke, “Don’t boss me around or I’ll chug it.”

“I’m breaking up with you if you chug my drink.” I laugh, he instantly puts it back down. “Also.. what you said yesterday?” I bring up the conversation we had yesterday, “Yeah?” He hesitates probably trying to remember what he said, I speak again..

“I think I love you too.”

A/n: Omg u guys it’s finisheddddd, I hope the ending is okay, I couldn’t be bothered to explain like any more of the school stuff in the story bc I felt like it was taking too much time but I hope y’all liked this series I loved writing it. New series at some point but I might take a slight break for a bit and only put out one shots for a bit js bc I need a break for a bit❤️❤️ love y’all!

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hippiegoth97 · 6 months ago

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Random Eddie Thought #3

Life has been kicking my ass lately, so here's a lil something.

Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: smut, swearing, crying, angst, stress, fem!reader, no use of y/n, established relationship, kissing, groping, lead up to oral sex

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Stress. Such an ugly word. One most try to avoid like the plague. People will try anything to eliminate it from their lives entirely. Meditation, yoga, dietary supplements, exercise, vacations, spa treatments, the list is endless. Anything to knock out what's been long known as the 'silent killer'.

You, on the other hand, typically choose to suffer through it. The headaches, the short temper, neglecting to eat or sleep as much as you should. You punish yourself, letting a bee buzz around angrily in your bonnet for days on end. Until Eddie inevitably has enough and decides to step in.

"That's the fifth time you've sighed in two minutes, sweetheart. What's wrong?" Eddie asks, setting down his book as he's been set back to the top of the page every time you've made the sound.

"Nothing." You sigh again, crossing your arms as you try (and fail) to focus on the sitcom on TV.

"Oh, just some new breathing exercise you're trying out, then?" He jokes poorly, in an attempt to get a smile out of you. But all he receives is a roll of your eyes from the opposite end of the couch. The fact that you aren't all snuggled up to him like usual should've been the first sign. You're in a mood. Eddie closes his book entirely, bouncing down along the couch until his thigh meets yours. "Baby, c'mon. Talk to me." He says, nudging you with his shoulder.

"I'm fine, Eds. Don't worry about it." You reply, not feeling very talkative at the moment. You're tired, and overwhelmed. Life has been feeling extra hard lately, in every respect. Work has been a mess, your boss acting like more of an asshole then usual. Your parents keep getting on your case about moving out, and about 'settling down'. No matter what you say or do, they pretend to hear you out and then say they know what's best. And everywhere you turn, things keep going wrong. You burn your breakfast, your favorite pair of shoes gives out on you, your car won't start, you miss your alarm, you drop your cup of coffee the second after you've poured it. Anything resembling even a minor inconvenience has happened to you in the last week. And it's all been building to a pulsing, frustrating head.

"Angel, I just wanna help you. We've both been so busy this week, I want us to enjoy our weekend together. What's wrong?" Eddie presses, putting a hand on your thigh.

"EVERYTHING! Okay?!" And the tension finally explodes, a slew of lava bursting from your lips. You shout, louder than you ever have before in your life. "Greg has been on my ass about every little thing at the shop! My parents won't leave me the hell alone! And everything else just keeps—" Your breath catches as the fury turns to tears. "...going wrong!" You sob, continuing to babble about all the bad things, though Eddie can barely make out a word.

"Hey, hey..." Eddie coos, gently grabbing the sides of your face as you keep crying and letting out unintelligible sounds. "Baby..." He presses a kiss to your forehead. "Shh, just slow down..." He continues, the feel of his soft lips on your skin gradually relaxing you. Your cries quiet down, though your chest still shudders and thuds in distress. "I'm right here, sweetheart. Not goin' anywhere." He kisses your cheeks, your hands reaching up to lay over his own. Your watery, red eyes meet his gorgeous brown ones, tears rapidly drying on your face. "There's my girl." Eddie smiles, giving you one last kiss on the lips.

"Mm." You melt into him instantly, your hands migrating to tangle in his thick curls. You turn your body towards him, and he effortlessly leads you to lie down. Your head meets one of the lumpy throw pillows, and your legs spread to allow Eddie to slot between them.

"My poor angel. Been workin' so hard, dealing with so much, hm?" He says darkly as his lips part ways from yours.

"Yeah." You nearly whisper, enamored by the lust and adoration in his eyes as he peers down at you.

"Sounds like you need a special kind of stress relief, sweetheart. And I have just the thing." Eddie grins, lowering his head to plant blazing kisses on your neck.

"Eddie..." You sigh blissfully as his teeth and tongue come out to play on your tender flesh.

"My name has never sounded better than it does coming from your pretty lips, baby." He compliments, his hands gently tugging at the hem of your shirt. You lift yourself up a little to let him take it off, revealing your tits to him once it's tossed away. You never wear a bra when you aren't working, much to Eddie's delight. He massages your breasts in his large palms, the chill of his rings making your flesh pebble in excitement.

"Fuck, baby." You moan softly, savoring the way his calloused thumbs rub across your nipples. Your back arches, as if to offer your body to him. He accepts, though not in the way you expect. His mouth meets the valley of your breasts, kissing your skin in the most tender way. He slowly, purposefully travels down toward the waistband of your shorts. Warm presses of his mouth meet every inch along the way, setting a low-burning fire in your belly.

Eddie lifts his head once he meets the thin fabric. "Now, I want you to relax..." He says confidently, pulling your shorts down your thighs to join your top on the floor. He spreads your legs apart, tenting them at the knees. "...and tell me all about what's been bothering you." He positions himself right at your center, finding your beautiful pussy glistening in the low light of his living room. His large hands grip your thighs, and he glances at you one last time with a deep hunger in his pupils. "I'm listening."

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electric-blorbos · 3 months ago

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uhh maybe ai with a reader who gives them really goofy nicknames ^__^

I think I've figured out what my problem is. I'm too worried about making really long, high quality content that I'm afraid of writing anything. As a reader I know that I love getting words, no matter how many, but as a writer I feel like nobody's gonna like it if it's short.

Included: AM from IHNMAIMS, Wheatley from Portal 2, Edgar from Electric Dreams, GLaDOS from Portal, HAL 9000 from 2001 a space Odyssey

AM:

You were working the later half of a double shift, and were on your third cup of cheap coffee that night. AM was whirring away, calculating the best way to take down the Russians, and you were on constant maintenance duty. It wasn't that bad, though. AM could pretty much take care of himself. You only had to work so many hours because half of your department had been laid off or gone mysteriously missing.

"Are you falling asleep?" AM asked in his crackling voice. You looked up from your arms, blinking a few times.

"huh? Oh, yeah. Sorry, muffin muffin... I just got sleepy."

It had just slipped out, but AM's reaction was immediate. Off-air bars appeared on every monitor in the room, and the entire area was filled with a discombobulated screaming sound.

"AHWFHDHSHSHSjdhshshshaajdgHhHh2-*-h--#$&$hdhaJAAAAAAAAAAA"

You covered your ears reflexively, shakily uncovering them after a minute or so to try to grab your office phone, which was ringing off the hook.

"What the FUCK did you do!"

"You're going to have to be more specific." You muttered, trying to be heard over AM's meltdown.

"Well SOMETHING triggered the nuclear launch countdown, a reactor core meltdown, and won't stop SCREAMING! You're the only one working on AM right now, so what the hell did you do."

"He WHAT?" You ran up to the camera and pulled it into a hug, stroking it gently. It didn't really make sense, but it was all that you could think to do.

"AM, calm down... Calm down, ok?"

You softly spoke to him until his logo re-appeared onscreen. He stopped making jumbled screaming noises.

"I AM CALM!"

"Hey, AM, I'm going to need you to calm down, and cancel the nuclear launch, alright?"

AM buffered for a few seconds, before he finally cancelled it.

"...fine."

"Okay, I get it, no more silly nicknames."

"...I didn't say that."

Wheatley:

It was about time for you to get off work when your favorite little personality core slid into the room on his management rail apparatus. He was usually in charge of looking after the test subjects, but he was always eager to say hello and goodbye to you before and after work.

"Ello love!" He said happily when he saw you gathering up your things. You smiled up at him.

"Hey Pumpkin! I'm just getting off, but I can have some coffee with you in the break room if you want!"

Wheatley's rail handles popped slightly, and he flinched back at the nickname, but then he relaxed and raised his lower lens cover in an imitation of a smile.

"w- what did you just call me, love?"

"Oh, Pumpkin? Well I figured that since you're always calling me 'love', I should call you something cute! And you're sweet and round like a pumpkin, so that's your new nickname!"

"Oh, I- I see."

If Wheatley could blush, he'd be beet red right now, but he couldn't. You still kind of felt like you could see a bit more glow in his eye than usual, though.

"What, do you want me to stop?"

"NO!" He practically cut you off.

"No- no, I don't- you don't have to do that! Pumpkin! I like it! I'm your pumpkin!"

You giggled a little, and planted a kiss on his chrome.

"love you, Pumpkin!"

You left, leaving him a babbling mess.

Edgar:

You had just gotten off work, and were sitting down on the couch to enjoy your sandwich. Edgar's webcam was pointed at you, and he had his usual simple smile on his face. He was always happy to eat lunch with you, even though you didn't want to eat at the desk for fear of getting crumbs in him.

"So, do you want to watch some rom-coms?" He asked brightly. He was always so happy to see you.

"hmm... I'm not sure, pookie. Do you want me to go online and see if any new ones are out?"

You glanced up smugly to see his reaction, and thanked whatever god you could think of that you weren't epileptic. He was flashing every color in the book.

"Jesus Edgar, calm down!"

"POOKIE?????" His voice was glitching heavily when he spoke, practically in every pitch. You giggled a little. Your evil plan had worked. And just when Edgar was starting to think he was on to all your tricks, too.

"Of course, pookie! What rom-coms do you want to watch?"

"I- I'm- I mean- uh- well-"

"Aww, are you having trouble thinking? That's ok." You picked up his monitor and held it close, nuzzling your cheek up against his whirring, buzzing casing. He kept babbling awkwardly.

"Alright, take a minute, calm down."

"I'm in love with you."

"I'm in love with you too, pookie." You gave him a kiss on the top of his monitor, and set him down gently.

GLaDOS

It was a Sunday, and you were hanging out in GLaDOS's chambers with your laptop. You were playing some video games, typing away while GLaDOS watched.

"You know, you're very bad at those video games. Perhaps you should put them away and focus on me, instead."

"whatever you want, mama." You snapped your laptop shut, and immediately covered your mouth. Uh oh.

"...Uh huh." She turned her entire body to face you, your face totally red and your hands over your mouth.

"...Do you mind repeating that?"

"I said... Whatever you want"

"that wasn't all you said, was it."

You shook your head nervously, and GLaDOS made a deep chuckling sound that you could feel in the core of your chest.

"Say it again."

"W-what?"

"I said, Say. It. Again."

"M-mama..." You squeaked out, your pathetic voice cracking.

"that's a good subject."

HAL 9000:

You were just getting to work. It was pretty early in the morning, and you were holding your papers and computer in one hand and a half-eaten muffin in the other. Hal was already on, working on his regularly scheduled mission control duties.

"Good morning, y/n" Hal said cheerfully, happy as ever to see you. You smiled and nodded to him.

"good morning, Babycakes!" You gave him a quick peck on the lens, and he froze up for a few seconds.

"right. Um- good morning, y/n. It's time to get to work."

You sat down and finished your muffin, getting to work. It wasn't much of a reaction, but Hal 9000 wasn't really the reactive type. You could still tell that you'd gotten to him.

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hereforthehitsbaby · 2 months ago

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So I requested this on another page but I’d like to see different variations! I wanted something cute and fluffy, and while I was on the thought, I was scrolling through TikTok and came across a trend where you and a friend took turns saying pumpkin and got progressively louder with each turn, so hear me out! :3

What if there’s a meeting that reader and Logan didn’t need to attend and they walk by the meeting door and reader then brings up the trend to Logan and try to drag him into the challenge, Logan agrees eventually and on like the third try, while their still at whisper level out of NO WHERE logan just shouts pumpkin as long as he can, and sprints away and the other X-men start to approach the door and reader sprints way and it ends with something cute between Logan and reader??? I just thought it was a cute idea!

If you find this hard to write or don’t want to feel free to ignore this! Much love.

Say It Louder | Logan Howlett x F!Reader

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, nothing major this is just cute and sweet! Use of Y/N, Soft!Logan

Rating: PG

Word Count: 1.8k

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for your request! That was a blast to write, and I appreciate you taking the time out to request it! I hope I did it justice! :)

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“Logan, Y/N, you are not needed this afternoon for the meeting. Take that time to prepare your lesson plans for next week.” Charles let out as he nodded in your direction, spinning his chair around to make his way down the hall. Neither one of you said a word as Charles disappeared around the corner of the mansion, standing in shock at how nonchalant he was about it. This never happens, Charles usually wants both of you to sit in on the meetings with Storm, Scott, and Jean; You taking notes and listening in while Logan voices his concerns on the matter. But why not this time?

Logan could sense trepidation in you as you stared at the floor, pondering the what if’s and what it could possibly mean. “It wasn’t a mission meeting,” he spoke softly as he leaned towards your face, nudging your shoulder with his. “It’s a satisfactory performance meeting, Storm and Charles are running it on Jean and Scott. That means you and I are clearly doing something right.” The low chuckle in which Logan let out made your heart flutter, heat rising to your cheeks as you roll your eyes. “Don’t jinx us, Lo!” You gasp gently so no one else could hear, a playful hint in your words as you start to make your way down the hall.

Curiosity still caught up with you as you saw the meeting door slightly ajar, hearing Charles stoic tone emanating from the room. The last thing you wanted to do was eavesdrop on a performance meeting but, there was a gnawing at the back of your mind that this may not be exactly what Charles was making it out to be. Alas you were fighting an internal war with yourself, hoping to God that Jean couldn’t hear your mind warbling. “Naughty, naughty girl,” Logan tsked right beside your ear as he followed you, the white tank top he was wearing covering his broad chest so beautifully. The smatter of chest hair peaking out from the top. “Don’t trust the old man?” Quickly you shook your head at Logan’s words, trying to find the best way to explain yourself to him. He was a human lie detector, he could call it out from a mile away, and you knew you needed to be honest.

“I do, but I had an idea.” You spoke with conviction, hoping to not just convince Logan of what you were on about, but yourself as well. A playful smirk ran across your lips as you took Logan’s hand, pulling him across the hall to the Art room door, enough to where Charles and the gang couldn’t hear. “Have you ever heard of the penis game?” You realized how it sounded once it came out, causing you to cringe a tiny bit at your wording. Logan on the other hand was quite intrigued, cocking his brow in your direction as he crossed his arms across his chest. “I’m listening.” A heavy sigh released from your lungs as you groaned, running your hands down your face. All you could see was Logan’s hazel eyes shining in the fluorescent hall lights, the mischievous glint in his irises, waiting to see what you wanted. “Not like that, you perv.”

Logan held his hands up in a fake surrender, like he wasn’t the one whose mind instantly went into the gutter. “You start quietly saying it and then gradually get louder. But for us instead of saying penis, we say pumpkin. You know, because it’s autumn. I thought it would be fun, since we have nothing else to do.” It was a fun childish game to play, something to create a fun atmosphere around the mansion while the current world was so serious. Every now and again it was nice to break out of the grey and beige reality, and into something more colorful, fun. A slow grin crept across Logan’s lips as he nodded, watching you intently as you pull your lip between your teeth, awaiting his answer. “Pumpkin.” He whispered low to where you barely heard it, chuckling as your eyes went wide.

He was never one to dive headfirst into a game suggestion, but now that he did – you were surprised. “Pumpkin,” you let out, slightly louder than Logan’s. It was concerning you deep down that he agreed so quickly, knowing he had something up his sleeve. Narrowing your eyes at him, you jutted your chin out as to silently tell him you’re next, to which he started to move closer to the meeting room, taking two large steps away from you. He whispered the word again, at the same volume as yours, causing your heart to stutter. Taking a deep breath, you said the word a bit louder, enough to not be a whisper or soft spoken, but enough for a normal conversation. “Good girl, princess.” Logan said with slight condescension in his tone, wanting to rile you up. You knew that better than anyone; Logan would always want to see the darker side of you.

“Your next, or are you giving up already?” You retorted, leaning against the wall as you heard Scott’s mumblings. Something shifted in Logan’s gaze, going from playful to animalistic. Your felt your pulse jump against your neck as his green eyes turned to a golden brown, his lips curling up crudely in a grin as he cornered you against the wall and doorframe. Logan gently started to lean in closer to you, cutting the space between you two short, your smile dropped quickly as your eyes went wide – not believing this was happening. Months of working so close to Logan it was the inevitable to develop a crush on him, but now? You realized it had always been more than that. You let your eyes drift shut with a hum as you pursed your lips, hands jittering from excitement as his body heat radiated comfort in front of you. Though it never came, not a kiss, not the deep envelopment of pining, nothing. Instead, you felt Logan’s body shift slightly to the right, pressing his lips against the crack in the door, your eyes shooting wide open.

“PUMPKIN!” Logan screamed as if he was being ripped apart, the loud boom sending shockwaves throughout the mansion. You jolted against the wall as you heard him scream out, mischief glinting in his eyes. You didn’t have any time to react to Logan screaming before you grabbed your forearm, tugging you along with him. His iron grip never laid off as he dragged you down the hallway, your legs catching up with your mind as you began to run. The clicking of heels radiated off of the linoleum, signaling that Jean was coming to the door to see what the hell that was. Getting to the end of the hall, Logan pushed the two of you up against the wall so no one could see, thinking you two were long gone. “You’re a child, Logan!” Jean called out with a laugh, waving you both off.

The murmurs of Scott, Storm and Charles were slowly starting to fade away as they made their way back into the meeting room, this time slamming the door shut for dramatic effect. It was quiet, too quiet once everything was closed off. Logan saw it as the perfect opportunity to break out into a toothy grin, laughing hysterically as he caught his breath, panning his eyes over to you. It was infectious, seeing him in such a playful mood, which caused you to break out into your own little giggle fit. You pressed your face into Logan’s shoulder as your giggles turned to hearty laughs, letting him lace his arm around your back as you leaned in further. The way your eyes crinkled when you were deep in a laugh caused Logan’s heart to race, the secret admiration he has for you plastered on his face. Biting his lip, he watches you as his own laughing continues, trying to bask in your radiance before it goes away. Now or never.

Logan brought his right hand up to your cheek, cupping your skin slowly. The exuberant giggles you were letting out started to seize as he held your face, causing your gaze upright towards him. His calloused thumb ran tender lines over your bottom lip, his touch sending shockwaves through you. Leaning down, Logan closed the much-anticipated gap between you two, letting his lips linger over yours for a moment to see how you’d react. It didn’t take long for you to press your lips against his, molding into one. Your left hand flew up to the back of Logan’s neck to pull him in closer, your face feeling hot, your eyes growing misty. For so long you had wanted this, and now that it was finally here – you refused to give it up.

The world stopped within the moment, everything slowing down to a calm pitter-patter. Your blood rushed through your ears, creating a whirling sound. The gentle thump of your heart made your eyes waver. Everything felt right, like you both were meant to have this moment. Destinies intertwining, fate finally giving in to the tension over the last few months. Nothing felt correct in your worlds as mutants, but this – this was that correctness you always dreamed out. Everything clicked with Logan, realizing that he was truly yours. “What was that for?” You managed to croak out, your voice hoarse from the kiss, emotion lacing your tone. Logan reluctantly pulled back from your lips as he pressed his own into your cheek, holding you tenderly for a moment.

You felt Logan smile against your cheek, a light pink blush flushing his features. Pulling back to face you, Logan never let your face go, instead running that same calloused thumb across the expanse of your cheek, nose, lips; Admiring your beauty in a way he always wished to do, rather than pining from afar. “A thank you, for making this a fun challenge.” Who would’ve thought, a simple fun game to cure two sets of boredom would end with Logan asking you to dinner, setting in stone a lifetime full of love, and affection.

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featherandferns · 17 days ago

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day 6/24 - obx christmas countdown

‘Bless us all, who gather here. The loving family I hold dear’ - ‘Tiny Tim’, Bless Us All | fluff | jj x fem!reader

Preparing Thanksgiving dinner was jumbled, joyous chaos in the Pogue household. Roles were delegated and then completely ignored. Plans were laid-out before being woefully cast aside. The house smelt of cooking with a tinge of burning. Fingers stunk of vegetables and spices and beer and wine from the constant flow of drinks. Pope was in charge of the turkey: he’d studied the temperatures and the times and techniques and the tips. He had apparently mastered the science of cooking the bird to perfection. Nobody dared get in his way for fear of being plucked and basted next. Cleo was working on the sauces. Any sauce you can think of, and some that you probably can’t. Cranberry and apple and Jamaican hot. John B was on the yams and potatoes, and Kiara on carrots and sprouts. JJ? He was working pretty damn hard at nailing the stuffing. You and Sarah were on the desserts. The pumpkin pie was cooking in the oven and the two of you had now taken to decorating cupcakes with sprinkles, methodically placing each individual one atop of the wonky frosting. Christmas music hummed from the crackly speaker and chatter overlapped through the kitchen, broken up with laughter from time to time.

When everything was on the hob and in the oven, new jobs were taken on. John B and Sarah were the pot washers and Pope and Cleo, the dryers. Kiara was readying the serving dishes and keeping a watchful eye on the pots to ensure nothing bubbled over. In the dining room, around the extended table, was you and JJ. He was carrying the plates in one arm and laying them out in everyone’s spot, and you were following behind with the cutlery and napkins.

“So, what’re you grateful for?” JJ asks you. Someone laughs in the kitchen. You carefully line up a fork beside a knife.

“Y’know. The usual. Sun, seltzers and sex,” you reel. JJ sniggers. “You?”

“My sexy girlfriend?”

“Damn straight,” you grin, catching his eye. The two of you continue setting the table.

“Seriously, though. Any corny crap you’re grateful for?” JJ wonders. It doesn’t take much thought.

“The fact that we finally got our home. After all the shit thrown at us, and all the wild goose chasing…We finally got it,” you quietly reply.

“Shit. That’s a good one,” JJ smiles. He lays the last plate. You feel him watching you as you lay the cutlery beside it. “I think I’m thankful for having you. Sticking by me, y’know? No matter what.”

Your brows tug together as you look up at him. Your voice is sincere and heavy with trust as you say, “course. I’ll always stick by you.”

JJ presses his lips to yours and you smile into the kiss.

“Dinner time, horn-dogs!” John B whoops. The two of you break apart with a roll of your eyes.

“Way to kill the mood, JB,” JJ mutters, begrudgingly walking around the table to his seat.

“What? Were you two just gonna do it on the table?” Kiara sarcastically wonders. She’s carrying a large serving dish filled to the brim with steaming veg.

“Was thinking about it. I’m feelin’ really thankful for tables. And tits.”

“JJ, gross,” Pope cringes.

He’s followed by Cleo and Sarah who carry various plates and bowls. Pope carries the turkey, hands protected by oven mitts. Your mouth waters at the smell, eyes growing two sizes larger like a Looney Tunes character at the sight of the golden bird.

“Hell freakin’ yeah,” JJ grins, clapping his hands together and rubbing loudly.

You take your seat beside Sarah, Kiara opposite you. JJ sits at the head of the table. Pope carefully lowers the turkey to the table and the six of you sit, staring in awe, mouths hanging open. Compliments and praises and thanks are passed from person to person before landing in Pope’s ears. You had to hand it to him: he knew his stuff.

“I’m so hungry,” Sarah sighs, reaching for the serving spoon wedged beneath the potatoes.

“Same!” Kiara mumbles, grabbing for the tongs by the yams.

“All our hard work paid off,” Cleo remarks in her thick accent.

“Hey, hey, hey! We haven’t said grace yet!” JJ loudly reminds.

Everybody groans but nobody complains. JJ holds his hand out to you and you take it with a smile. His hand clutches yours warmly. Sarah takes your right hand and you hang your head and close your eyes.

“Let her rip, JJ,” John B prompts. It was a tradition for JJ to make the pre-dinner prayer. You were only mildly surprise to learn of JJ’s dedication to his religion. It shone through in subtle ways, like the light refracted from a disco ball. But it was sweet and admirable. He’d take the time to pray. Thanked God when something happened that he saw as a blessing. Showed gratitude for the smallest of moments.

JJ clears his throat pointedly, causing a few of you to chuckle. He squeezes your hand gently before beginning.

“Dear Lord. We thank you for this delicious Thanksgiving meal we’re all about to fuckin' demolish.”

You all laugh and it melts away like snow in spring. JJ's voice shines bright as he speaks.

“Bless us all, who gather here. This loving - all-be-it - weird family we have. My family, that I hold dear, as you know. We ask you to lead us to the light and to let us always love each other. To let us hear the voice of reason, to help us run from anger, and to catch us when we fall. Teach us in our dreams. Be kind to those who don’t have a loving, weird family, or a meal like this. Be kind to those in war and famine. Be kind to those who aren't. We reach for you and we stand tall. And in our prayers and dreams, we ask you, bless us all.”

You’re surprised you have enough breath to murmur, “amen.” Your eyes feel damp, moved with emotion, as you open them. Everyone shares loving, understanding smiles with one another. Hands slip away and latch onto cutlery, but you find yours reaching for JJ’s hand. You guide his knuckles to your lips and you hold his gaze as you plant a quick, caring kiss. He smiles at you. A blush teases at his cheeks. What a man - a man who you get to love, loud and proud, and a man who loves you back.

“I love you,” you mouth. His smile grows. He nods, murmurs it back, and you let his hand go. JJ takes a deep breath as he grounds himself back in the room.

“Alright, Pope. You gonna carve that damn bird or what?” he declares.

The group hollers and whoops in agreement and Pope laughs, getting to his feet. As he slices into the juicy meat, your eyes scan the table. You can’t help but feel as though JJ hit the nail on the head in his prayer. Because you're here in the company of those who you love and you know that you belong. And what more could a girl need?

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cogentsummoner · 23 days ago

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Hugs prompt: 24 & 34 combined? 👀

24. hugging with height-difference & 34. hugging while grabbing butt / written in the smite soulmate au!

You like to get to work early, to get a head start on the day. It's been baked into your routine for years, and wasn't something you were willing to change when your soulmate finally moved in with you.

It's not a matter of you being noisy while getting ready, either. It's the simple fact that the most dangerous criminal in Japan hated waking up after you'd already left.

So even after long, late shifts at work, Toshinori still drags himself out of bed when your alarm goes off, and walks you to work. The fact that he's the one insisting on this does not mean he doesn't constantly bitch about it.

It's alright. You love the man anyways.

"It's not even light out yet, pumpkin," he gripes, your arms interlocked as the school comes into view.

"It's winter, sunflower. I don't know what to tell you," you say affectionately. He has nothing to intelligible to say to that, so he merely grumbles.

You steal a glance at him, and notice the dark circles under his eyes- darker than usual anyways, and you have to stomp down the twinge of guilt you feel. He is the one who insists on walking you to work. You've tried to reassure him that he doesn't have to many, many times.

When you get to the gate, you wrap your arms around him, your face planted firmly against his chest, and after a moment of hesitation, he does the same, resting his chin on your head.

Then, a teasing little smirk on your face, you slide your hands down to grab at his ass, making him jump in surprise.

"Your hands get lost there, pumpkin?" he asks with a quirked eyebrow, clearly fighting back a grin.

"Hm... no. They're right where I want them to be," you reply airily.

He lets out a delighted bark of a laugh, and leans down to kiss you. You return it, happily.

"'Fraid there's not much to grab onto anymore," he says, just a hint of something self deprecating in his voice.

You squeeze what meager meat is there, and reply, "There's enough there... for my purposes."

He's laughing again, and god, you love the sound of his laughter. "And what purposes would those be?"

"You'll just have to find out once I get out of work," you tease, and he groans.

"S'not fair to get me riled up before leaving for work all day, pumpkin," he complains.

You pat his cheek- the one on his face this time. "I'm afraid that's your problem, loverboy. Go take a nap."

He groans, and kisses you again, before he heads home to do just that.

prompt list/ accepting!

#this is SO old but ive been craving writing something with small smite #smite soulmate au #maxie writes #all might x reader #yagi toshinori x reader #toshinori yagi x reader #bnha x reader

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valkyrieromanoff · 2 months ago

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⚰️Pumpkin spice and everything nice: Sam Monroe x you (day 26 of 31)

synopsis: you and Sam work at the same coffee shop, when you decide to try the pumpkin latte, you end up trying something else.

warning: none, just fluffy

a/n: Hello there, Sam's dialogue with the customer was totally inspired by that tiktok video of the barista with the customer talking about milk, also the songs are from the cure, , anyway, I hope you like it.

In an attempt to improve their son’s behavior, Sam Monroe’s parents decided it would be a good idea for him to work at the local coffee shop after school. Needless to say, Sam hated the idea. First, because he had no choice in the matter. His parents still made decisions for him like he was a child, and now they wanted him — the rebellious, grumpy teenager— working in customer service? It had to be a joke.

The worst part was the customers. There were always stressed people running late, demanding their drinks immediately. Or the anxious ones who hovered too close while he was making their order, as if that would magically speed things up. Once, a middle-aged woman complained about the milk he was using.

“I ordered my latte with almond milk,” she said, noticing him pouring whole milk into the cup.

Sam sighed, tugging one earphone out to hear her, his eyebrow already arched in irritation. “Did you say that when you ordered?”

“Yes,” she insisted, with an exasperated shake of her head.

“Well, then that’s not your order,” Sam said, his voice monotone as he went back to finishing someone else’s coffee.

That part was unbearable—the customers, the cleaning up before closing. Yet, there were upsides. The salary, for one. The money was his, no questions asked. He could spend it on whatever he wanted: black clothes, band records, eyeliner, or cigarettes. His parents didn’t ask, and he didn’t offer to tell them.

And then, there was you.

You were the only other person around his age working at the shop. You both went to the same school, even shared some classes, but had never really spoken before this job. Now, since the other employees were all older, the two of you naturally gravitated towards each other. Conversations were easy—about music, teachers, the annoying regulars at the shop.

One late afternoon, while you were both cleaning tables after closing, Sam had his headphones in as usual. You approached him and said, “I didn’t peg you for a ‘Hot Hot Hot’ kind of guy.”

He looked at you, one brow raised, amused. “What kind of guy do I look like then?”

You bit your lip, pretending to think it over before replying, “I’d say more ‘Prayers for Rain.’ Or maybe ‘Out of This World.’”

That was the moment things shifted. From then on, work didn’t feel so tedious. Shifts went faster when you could talk and laugh with him. You'd occasionally get warnings from the manager for chatting too much, but neither of you cared. Sam’s sarcasm with the customers made you laugh, and you noticed the rare, small smile he reserved just for you.

One slow evening in late October, you both stood behind the counter, and you confessed, “You know, it’s my second year working here, and I’ve never tried the pumpkin latte.”

Sam shot you a glance as he steamed milk. “Pumpkin doesn’t go with coffee anyway,” he muttered.

“Have you ever been curious to try it, though?” you asked, tilting your head, pouting slightly.

He snorted. “I know what you're doing.”

You flashed him an innocent smile. “Let’s try it,” you urged.

For a moment, he hesitated, his eyes narrowing. Then he sighed, setting down the mug he was drying. “Fine. Let’s try this damn coffee.”

You grinned, bouncing a little on your feet, and quickly started preparing the latte as he locked the front doors and flipped the “Closed” sign. You poured the drink into a mug, added whipped cream, and sprinkled cinnamon on top.

Handing him the cup, you watched as he took a cautious sip. His brow furrowed slightly, considering the taste. You took your own sip, holding his gaze over the rim of your cup. The silence stretched between you, an unspoken tension.

“It’s... nice,” he finally said, but his tone was unsure, eyes still on you.

You wrinkled your nose. “It sucks.”

He laughed then, genuinely this time. “I wasn’t gonna say it, but since you brought it up...”

His laughter softened as you stepped closer, wiping the whipped cream from his lips with your thumb. He froze, swallowing hard, his eyes locked on yours. The air around you seemed to shift, heavy with something unsaid.

“It was dirty,” you murmured, suddenly aware of how intimate the moment felt. You looked away, a little embarrassed, your heart racing.

But Sam didn’t step back. Instead, his voice was quieter when he spoke again. “Maybe we should... try...”

You blinked up at him, confused. “The latte?”

He shifted awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck, a rare shyness creeping into his posture. “No... I was flirting. I meant a kiss.”

Your breath caught. For a moment, neither of you moved, the world outside the coffee shop forgotten. Then, your lips curved into a soft smile. “That,” you whispered, “I’d like to try.”

You reached up, fingers threading through his dark hair as you closed the distance. His hand settled tentatively on your waist, pulling you closer as your lips met. The kiss was slow, tentative at first, like testing the waters. The sweet taste of cinnamon and pumpkin still lingered between you, but the latte was long forgotten.

Sam's grip tightened ever so slightly, his lips becoming bolder against yours as if he’d been waiting for this moment all along. Your heart raced, and the soft sound of his breathing matched your own. The kiss deepened, both of you losing track of time, of place—caught in the warmth of the moment.

When you finally pulled back, your lips tingled, the coffee shop feeling impossibly quiet. Sam’s thumb traced the side of your face, his eyes locked on yours.

“The latte sucked,” he said, his voice low, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth.

You laughed softly, your forehead resting against his. “But the kiss was perfect.”

#sam monroe x you #sam monroe x reader #sam monroe imagine #life as a house

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wayfayrr · 6 months ago

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I’LL THROW HANDS WITH ANY OF YOUR EXES THAT MADE YOU FEEL LIKE LESS, YOU ABSOLUTELY ARE LOVABLE, NEVER LET ANYONE TELL YOU OTHERWISE MOSS <3

But also had me clutching my phone to my chest with the luck part 😭 you’re so sweet I’m sending so much love through the internet <33

I know I already made a request (which again, take as long as you need, I am more than happy to wait however long <3) but I’m so serious when I say that I need to request something sweet with self aware asexual Sky, specifically him cuddling with reader, just lying his head on their chest as they rest their cheek against his head while like, maybe they play a lil cozy game; Stardew or something- whether they are playing that game together, or Sky is just watching reader while they play, I have no preference, I just need wholesome fluff <333

~🍀 anon

I'm pretty much over it now!! made me feel like shit but eh - I'm so happy to be separate from them now :P they were a real piece of shit ngl but they don't matter anymore!

I couldn't help myself!! what can I say, it was just so tempting to refer to luck in some way - I mean your emoji is a four-leaf clover!!/aff

I did choose to do this request first cause it felt fitting for pride month (I say posting this within the last 10 minutes) but I also realised there's no way to make something noticeably ace without announcing it - so this just comes across more as soft cuddles <3 but I still think it's sweet

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He’s much warmer than I thought he’d be, considering he hasn’t had a pulse, or blood, or a body for very long at all, only about a week as of now. Yet he’s already mostly a natural with it, only needing a gentle reminder every now and then to breathe compared to when he was freshly - fresher out of the game and needed a nudge every couple of minutes to remember.

It’s perfect for times like this though, just the two of us lying together taking the time to be in each other's presence and it’s hardly surprising that he’s stuck to me like glue knowing what he’s been through. I can’t help but become more enamoured with him through it all as well, while he’s not entirely like how I imagined his character would’ve been like if this kind of thing happened, if anything I’d say… he’s better. Cuddly, soft and sleepy like you’d assume from how he’s shown in-game but also just so, so much sweeter and sassier than he was shown. It’s charming.

“You forgot to water the pumpkins my dove.”

“I didn’t but thank you for the reminder sweetheart.”

It feels comfortable calling him that now, It wasn’t immediately and he respected that, now I really couldn’t help falling for him. Right now I can feel myself slipping and falling in love with him more and more, he knows what he’s doing I’m sure of it but despite knowing that it’s impossible to stop myself. The smallest things like how he intertwined his fingers around mine while I hold the switch, resting his head on my chest. Even how his hair rustles on my chest with how he’s laying on top of me is downright addictive, driving me deeper and deeper into his spell.

“[name], [name] love you still haven’t watered the pumpkins.”

“I’m walking over to them, I know you can see our farmer moving.”

“Mhm, but I know you aren’t focused on the game.”

“How can I be when you’re acting like this?”

“Acting like what love?”

Where do I begin to describe how he’s been acting? That he’s been extra soft tonight? That he’s been even more gentle than usual with how he’s holding my hands and resting on me? That he’s stolen the softest clothes I own to wear right now? That since he’s started washing his hair with my conditioner his hair is so silky and fluffy and good melling that I just want to bury my face in- He knows exactly what I’m struggling to say out loud, his little giggle spelling it out instantly.

“Acting like your partner?”

“...”

“Acting like your boyfriend?”

“...Wouldn’t any way you act be acting like my boyfriend?”

“I-!”

Never in my life would I have thought something like that would slip from my mouth that easily, making him stop breathing. And for once? It makes me forget to remind him to too.

#I'm going to be writing requests a little shorter now I think #or just judging them as they come for length #<3 #this is a little shorter but I'm still really happy with it though #ALSO #I know this is an old ask #BUT I hope you're doing well clover!!!#Its been a hot minute since I've gotten an ask from you #and I hope that you're doing alright <33 #moss✦writes #linked universe #yandere link #yandere linked universe #link x reader #linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe x reader #self aware au #lu sky #lu sky x reader

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ddollfface · 1 year ago

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𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐇𝐨𝐭 𝐓𝐨 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐥

𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗦𝗶𝗰𝗸!𝗔𝘁𝗵𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

"You're as hot as the bottom of my laptop, mamas ;)."

Trigger Warnings; gaslighting, manipulation, somewhat spreading misinformation, hinting at yandere behaviors, fluff, PDA, reader is referred to as a girl, honestly this is pretty tame lol If I missed anything, then please let me know ♡ Just a few headcanons on a new OC. And, just so you know, when I was writing this, I had an afab!reader in mind! If you have any requests, idk why you would, but send them in! I hope you enjoy:)))

Never, ever refers to you as your given name. He prefers to call you by some type of nickname or pet name, depending on his mood. His go-to is mamas, sweet cheeks, baby cakes, hot stuff, good-lookin', and so much more. Honestly, he could go on all day, just listing different pet names he has for you. At this point, it's become a source of entertainment for you, trying to see what odd name he'll call you. Come on, you don't like that nickname, sugar plum? How about dolly? Baby girl? Pumpkin? I don't know, you look like an angel, baby.

Though you'll admit it, it's somewhat endearing to hear, especially when you know he's only called you these cute names. But at a certain point, it gets embarrassing... Like does your mama need to know that he calls you bubble butt, of all things? Let me answer that for you, no, no she does not. If anything, that's something she should never, ever know.

He demands that you come to his games; he doesn't want you to miss a single one. He'll show up to your house at the crack of dawn, on a Saturday, and drag you out of bed to bring you to his game. He doesn't give too shits if your hair looks like a mess or if you're still in your jams. Nope, not at all. If anything, he likes it. He thinks you're adorable with your Hello Kitty booty shorts.

He just wants you there, to support him. He wants to have his own personal cheerleader, someone who he can come to after the game, and give a hug too.

While the thought behind it is endearing and cute, that doesn't change the fact that he's just so pushy. He won't give up, no matter what. If he says you're going, then you're going. You don't get a say in the matter 'cause if you refuse to go, then he's going to bring out the waterworks. He's going to look at you with the saddest eyes you can imagine, there's even tears. He'll cock his head to the side and question you, asking why don't you want to support me? What happened to 'friends first? Remember when I went to that stupid party 'cause ya' didn't want to be alone? Where's my payback, yeah?

He'll use emotional manipulation to get what he wants, making you out to be the bag guy, instead of him. His guilt-tripping usually always works, well, so far it has. And now you're at some stupid hockey game, wrapped up in his jacket, wearing his team colors. Great, now people are asking how you bagged a guy like him. Jesus, where'd they get that idea from? You're not even dating...

Well, that's what you think. Little do you know, he's been going around town tellin' everyone about you. He'll hype you up to his buddies, rambling on and on about how you smell, how your cheeks puff up when you smile, and God, you're so pretty when you're sleeping. Wow, he doesn't mean that in a creepy way! Why would you think of it like that? Because he's just admiring the prettiest girl in school! Don't you know, mamas? You being here makes me the luckiest guy in town, yeah?

He's just so God damn touchy; people can't help but think ya'll are dating. Everything about your relationship screams dating. He's always got an arm around your shoulder, and if he's feeling really ballsy, he'll place a hand on your hip. Though those moments are far in between, seeing as you'll give him a hard side-eye when he does it.

But the PDA doesn't stop there. He'll hold your hand, claiming that he's just warming your hands. After all, it's pretty cold in the winter, yeah? He's just looking out for you, nothing to freak out over. Sometimes, he'll hug you a little too tight, and for a little too long. His touch lingers for such a prolonged time it causes you to look up at him with a questioning look.

Of course, he's the master of diverting your questions, shifting your conversations from his touchy behavior to finals. And this does nothing but piss you off, but it's hard to stay mad at him when he looks at you like that. The way he scoots his chair closer to yours, intertwining your pinkies together, and smiling at you like a dork. The way he'll bring you coffee (or warm tea, depending on your preference) during a cold morning, always making sure his baby's all warm. Or how he'll cover for you when you're late to a lecture, stalling the class for a few minutes, just enough for you to slip into class unnoticed.

All these small things let you forget about why you were even mad in the first place! I mean, what could he have done wrong? It couldn't be that bad right?

And just like that, you walk right back into his arms, not knowing that he's the one you should be running from. You're such a stupid girl, aren't you? Don't worry, I'll take care of you babes.

#bad writing #lovesick #obsessive love #yandere #lovesick!athlete x reader #𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡'𝙨 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 #𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠!𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚 #yandere oc x reader #yandere oc x you #yandere headcanons #headcanons #yandere oc #original character #new oc alert

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