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snekdood · 9 months ago
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i keep reading that u cant have grains on mahashivratri but ur allowed to eat sweets and im sitting here like..... what american desserts and candies do you think dont have grains in them !?!?! ?
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Dudeee I'm so excited for Christmas I don't care about Jesus or Santa or even the gifts really but I love the seasonal scented candles and also Christmas music and the death of mosquitos. And of course the Christmas lasagna
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letstrip13 · 3 months ago
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summary: your boyfriend comes over to take care of you when you get your period
warnings: none, just enjoy cutesy bf!chris. not proofread!
word count: 819
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you're laying on the couch in your apartment's living room, all curled up in the only position that can provide some relief from the pain. your period came this morning and by this evening, the horrible day one cramps had hit.
about ten minutes ago, you had texted your boyfriend, chris, to come over to cuddle and watch a movie. he wasn’t too far so he’d be showing up any minute now.
another few minutes tick by when the door you left unlocked for him comes flying open. chris bursts through the door holding an overflowing grocery bag in each hand as he calls out to you, sounding urgent, “baby?!” you sit up in a panic, worried by the tone of his voice. “i'm in here!”
he rushes into the living room and drops the bags on the coffee table, almost knocking over the scented candle you had burning in the process. a giggle slips out of your lips, the panic quickly replaced by confusion and amusement. “what's all this, my love?”
he looks up at you, an expression so nervous that you just want to run your fingers through his hair and give him a squeeze, but you let him speak.
“i- umm.. it's everything you need for your period. i know it's hard for you sometimes.. so i wanted to make it better.” the confusion courses through your mind again. you hadn't mentioned it when you texted him. “wha- how'd you know?” a soft chuckle escapes him. “you always ask me to come cuddle when you're on it.. and we've been together over a year, princess, i know you.”
“you're so sweet, i don't know what i’d do without you, chris.” his face breaks into his usual charming grin. “wanna see what i got?” he kneels in front of the couch where you're sitting and he places the bags in front of him.
first, he pulls a box of pads and a box of tampons, placing them next to him. “just in case you needed more,” he adds with a sheepish smile, “i hope i got the right ones.” “you did great, baby.” a relieved smile crosses his lips and he continues digging through the bags.
he pulls out a hot water bottle complete with a cute cover, pink with little red strawberries scattered around it. then he follows it up with a bottle of generic painkillers. “the lady at the store says these will be good for your cramps,” he tells you with a proud little smirk.
he takes out a pair of black fresh love sweatpants and the zip-up hoodie to match. “these because i know you forgot to get some last time you were over,” he pauses and digs around in the bottom of the bag and pulls out a pair of purple fuzzy socks with black cats on them, “..and these because i know you love halloween, even if it is a little early.”
you watch him carefully, hanging on to every word he says but you remain silent, words having left you for the time being. he takes a different approach with emptying the second bag, opting to just dump everything out in front of you. out tumbles a pile of your favourite snacks, chocolate, and candy, as well as six bags of honey bbq fritos which chris starts to ramble on about, “i was looking for these for so long. i went to so many different stores and gas stations this week but they were sold out every time. i saw them today and thought might as well buy them all-”
he's interrupted with a choked sob escaping your lips as hot tears roll down your cheeks. the thoughtfulness of your boyfriend's loving gesture gave you such an overwhelming feeling of adoration. but mixed with the heightened emotions as a side effect of your period, you can't help but cry.
chris quickly notices and rushes to pull you into his arms, doing his best to soothe your sobs. “is something wrong? did i buy the wrong thing?” a few slightly louder cries come out of you before you can hold it together enough to speak. “no, it's all perfect. you're-” you manage to gasp out between sobs, “perfect. i love you so much. thank you.”
you can feel a rush of air leave chris at his relief. “oh good. i thought it was about the fritos. they're not all for me, you know.” you laugh, the tears quickly being forgotten as he wipes away the traces of them on your cheeks.
“how about we cuddle and watch a movie?” you nod, getting comfortable on the couch and grabbing a blanket for the both of you to share. “sounds good to me.” you rest your head on his shoulder and pick a movie. he gently tilts your chin up to place a soft kiss on your lips just as the movie begins.
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houseofceline · 1 year ago
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My Pretty Girl - T.N.
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Pairing: Ravenclaw and sort of ditzy but talented Reader x Slytherin notorious playboy Theodore Nott
Warnings: None (yet ;))
Summary: Theo hates listening to rants but he could listen to you talk about your sweater for hours.
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You nibbled on your bottom lip as you looked around the classroom. 
You were one of the first to finish your exams which is very unusual, resulting in an uneasy feeling in your stomach. You felt like you had done all the problems wrong. 
The test felt really easy in the worst way possible. 
You watched as Theo stood up from his stool to hand in his paper. 
He was better than you in potions and the fact that you had finished before him made you want to vomit up your breakfast. 
As he walked back to his desk you locked eyes with him. 
He took his hands and did a thumbs up and down, as a question to you. 
You tilted your thumbs up till it was in the middle. 
So,so. 
He smiled and even though there was nothing to smile about considering you probably just failed another test, you smiled back anyways because his smile was just that contagious. 
There was nothing you could do now but hope. 
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“THEO THEO!” You ran after him after catching sight of him in the hallways. 
Theo looked around confused, tense even, but instantly relaxed as he saw you running towards him with a paper in hand. 
His smile matched the big bright one on your face and he held his arms out. 
You ran into his chest and in the heat of the moment he picked you up and spun you around. 
“Bro wh-” Lorenzo was cut off by Mattheo who covered the boy’s mouth before dragging him away, letting the two have their moment. 
“Look Theo, look!” You exclaimed as you held up your test paper, waving it in his face. 
A big E marked on the top right corner, the best test grade you’ve ever received in that class. 
“Congratulations bella,” he praised and reciprocated your smile as he took the paper from your hands before holding it out like he was examining it. 
You blushed at his compliment now getting shy. All you wanted to do now was go back into his arms and hide in his chest so he wouldn’t catch you getting all worked up over a simple praise. 
“This deserves a special reward,” Theo stated as he handed you back your paper and patted your head. 
He pushed one of your hair strands out of your face and looked down at you. 
“There’s a hot chocolate shop in Hogsmeade, if you’re up for it this weekend,” Theo placed his hands in the pockets of his robe, feeling a little nervous for your answer.
You nodded eagerly. You loved chocolate. The rich and creamy taste and the way it just melts in your mouth. Not only was it good in candy form, but literally in everything else. Well besides cake. Chocolate cake is one of the worst things ever. 
It was simply too much chocolate and it tastes so dry and makes you want to throw up. 
However vanilla cake with chocolate icing, that you would die for. 
“Alright I’ll come get you Saturday morning at ten,” Theo chuckled trying to bring you back to him as he watched you get lost in thought. 
“See you soon bella.” 
You grinned happily to yourself as he walked away. 
Saturday. That was tomorrow! 
What were you even going to wear? There’s not enough time, there is nothing in your closet. 
You had to calm down. It wasn’t even a date, you reminded yourself.
Getting all worked up over a simple hang out was silly. 
You took a deep breath and tried to calm your nerves.
Too bad it’s not working. 
You’re hanging out with a super attractive guy all by yourself. 
You were scared and nervous, never hung out with a guy alone before. 
At least you were getting hot chocolate out of this. 
Hmm you wonder if they have whipped cream. You didn’t like any marshmallows in your hot chocolate because you drank it so fast the marshmallows wouldn’t even melt all the way therefore it was too sweet when you ate the half melted marshmallow at the end.
All you needed was whipped cream and a candy cane. 
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“Y/n you’re going to be fine. You look amazing,” Cho assured, sitting on her bed as you tried on multiple pieces of clothing. 
You had 10 more minutes until Theo’s arrival and technically you were ready 30 minutes ago but suddenly you decided that you didn’t look nice anymore. 
“I don’t think I knitted this correctly,” you frowned, examining your cardigan. 
A miniature mistake. You would have to really, really pay attention to detail to recognize it, but since you were already critiquing everything miniature about yourself, it was a huge mistake. 
“Theo is not going to notice it babe I promise, and plus you made the whole thing yourself! In my eyes that’s really impressive,” Cho claimed as she walked out of the dorm to check if Theo was here yet. 
You eyed yourself in the mirror one last time. 
White knitted cardigan with a bow in the back, black jeans, and your favorite white fur snow boots. 
This wasn’t even a date, you reminded yourself for the hundredth time this past hour. 
Stop overthinking. 
“Theo’s here,” Cho peeked her head into the dorm. 
“Good luck babes, I expect a big debriefing session after,” she called out to you as you left.
“Hello..” you drawled out quietly waving as you approached Theo. 
He was wearing a navy blue sweater with the Slytherin scarf wrapped around his neck which put great emphasis on his eyes and broad shoulders. 
“Morning bella,” Theo greeted happily, holding out a hand to you. 
You cheesed and placed your hand into his.
“Do a spin for me bella ragazza,” he lifted your hand up and eyed you up and down as you spun around.
Even if it was an Italian word you didn’t know Theo still made it sound attractive, maybe you shouldn’t have worn a sweater from the quick rising of your body heat.
“Cute cardigan,” he complimented as he kept your hands intertwined, beginning your walk to Hogsmeade. 
“Thank you! I made it myself!” You looked up at him proudly while your other hand was toying with the hems. 
Theo could’ve swore that your eyes were the sparkliest things he’s ever seen. He felt as if could spend forever studying and mapping out the constellations in your eyes. 
“Really?” Theo gaped even though it wasn’t a huge surprise to him since he’s seen your sketches. 
“Yes!” You exclaimed happily knowing that there was finally someone other than your friends who cared about your passions and supported them. 
The two of you continued to walk hand in hand towards Hogsmeade. You talked and rambled on about the whole design process of your top while Theo pretended like he knew what you were talking about and definitely not just trying to make you talk more so he could hear your voice and watch your eyes sparkle with passion.
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gh0stsp1d3r · 11 months ago
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I’ve just seen Wonka AND IT WAS GREAT HONESTLY and if you’re taking requests I have an idea
So in the 2005 version, Wonka’s father is a dentist, right? Well, what if, in the 2023 version, he starts to crush on y/n, who is the daughter of a dentist? He tries to get her attention with chocolate flowers and such, but she doesn’t eat candy so none of his tricks work on her. He’s kinda obsessive but in a cute way, like he won’t give up until she notices him.
𝒩ℴ𝓉 𝒶 𝒻𝒶𝓃
A/N- , this is genius kinda changed it up a lil hope you don’t mind );
𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬t
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The second you saw the man at the gallery while strolling outside, you stopped with a quirked eyebrow.
This was the chocolate a lot of your patients had started eating, causing a ton of cavities. Maybe you’ll just stop by and see what everyone’s talking about.
You walked into the gallery, and towards the colorful exterior. You entered with a heavy sigh, okay, it looked better than you expected.
“Hello, Ma’am. Welcome to Wonkas, Would you like to try our new-“
“No thanks.” You looked at the man talking, he was dressed in a top hat with little curls peaking underneath, an interesting coat, and a cane.
“Alright. Let me know if there’s anything you need.” He said with a wide smile. And Willy didn’t show it, but the second you stepped in he was in awe.
You were beautiful. And in his opinion, the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. He was attractive in your eyes, but you pushed those thoughts down.
“Actually, do you happen to know where the owner is..?”
“You’re looking at him.”
“Oh..! I just wanted to.. ask some questions, if that’s alright.” You started.
“Ask away!" he said excitedly.
"May I ask what you put in your chocolates...? I'm a dentist, and I was just curious as to what everyone is getting cavities over."
He nodded, "Well, depends on what we're talking about. I got giraffes milk in all of them, then cocoa beans. Then my hover-chocs have hoverfly eggs." he rambled on.
You looked at the man, confused and interested.
"That's interesting... You're a strange man, Mr. Wonka." You said with a small laugh.
"Willy."
"I'm sorry?"
"Sorry, Willys my first name." He laughed, not being used to being called his last name.
"Right, of course. I'm Y/N."
"Pleased to meet you. Do you work at the office down the road?"
You nodded and smiled, and by the time you bid your farewell, he was already head over heels.
He had ran into you the next day as well, he called it an odd coincidence. He suddenly pulled a chocolate flower out from his hat, you smiled as he tried to hand it to you.
"Sorry, Willy. I don't eat chocolate." you shrugged. His eyes widened, and he tucked it away.
"Don't like chocolate?" He said, feigning offense as he held a hand on his heart.
“Just not a fan.”
He sighed. He'll steal your heart one way or another.
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A couple days later, the receptionist calls you on your break. You head up to see a basket, a small teddy bear and chocolates stuffed in them.
You had a good idea of who it came from.
You smiled slightly at it, the receptionist began to tease but you rolled your eyes and laughed, taking it back to the break room.
You opened up the letter he left, a smile on your face as you read.
"Y/n, I know you're not a fan of chocolate or sweets or whatever, but I am hoping these will change your mind. These are zero-sugar, dark chocolate bars I made just for you, I tried to make them taste better than some other healthy ones. Let me know how they are." he had written down, with a small smiley face after that.
You smiled at the thoughtfulness of it, taking it out the wrapper and eating it. It was delicious, you'll give him that.
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daydreamingqueen1 · 1 year ago
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Sweets thief
Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU!Reader
Warnings/Content: none. pure fluff, a wee bit of bullying to spence (totally harmless and friendly though), crushes, unhealthy amount of candy ingestion lol, no y/n, gn!reader too
Summary: You've been stealing sweets from your resident genius.
Word count: 1.2k
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It wasn't unusual for the BAU members to carry snacks with them.
The job was hard, stressful and, most importantly, it had unpredictable hours. So finding time to eat a proper meal wasn't always a viable option.
Nevertheless, eating is a basic human need and even if it's not completely healthy, the agents often found themselves battling their hunger with quick snacks.
As a relatively new member of the BAU, buying said vital snacks wasn't yet ingrained in your mind, resulting in you continually forgetting to buy something to munch on during cases.
Stealing was always an option though.
After several months with your coworkers, you are proud to say that you have managed to eat at the expense of all of their pockets, for experts in human behavior, they don't hide their treats so well.
However, after several months, you have come to know their go-to snacks and, subsequently, you have become picky.
Morgan eats some kind of high-protein bars with an awfully bright neon wrapper.
Emily loves those salt and vinegar chips every station has on their vending machines.
JJ, ever the healthy mom of the group, always has a few packages of oatmeal raisin cookies on hand.
Rossi carries eucalyptus and mint gummies like the old man he is.
And Hotch buys the most bland granola bars known to mankind.
With all of that said, the conclusion was obvious.
Spencer has the best snacks.
It is not only that he always has sweets but that he's the only one that manages for variety instead of a fixed thing. A bit ironic considering he is the most prone to sticking to a rigid routine. Well, you aren't complaining though, especially not this month.
You realized quickly that Halloween was a big thing for the resident genius, seeming to make the grown man regress to the mentality of an overly eager seven-year-old. It's lucky for you because that means that he chooses to try a new candy every single day of October.
It also means that you had begun stealing exclusively from him and, being surrounded by profilers, it wasn't long until you were discovered as the culprit.
A shadow had eclipsed your desk suddenly, making you look up to a squinting Dr. Reid. “Did you take my last Peanut Butter Cup?”
You shook your head, “No...”
Derek snorted on the desk nearby, “You've still got chocolate on your face, kid,”
Cleaning your mouth with the back of your hand, you smiled up at Spencer sweetly.
His converse sounded hard against the floor as he stumped away.
Apparently, you weren't that discreet. He ended up catching you many more times after that.
"Hey!" Spencer swatted your hand when you grabbed yet another handful of his M&Ms.
You shrugged, feigning innocence, “Hey to you too Reid, but we've been in the same room for a while.”
He huffed, inching the box slightly out of your reach.
Many more times.
Your hand was literally inside the familiar size bag of Starburst candy when Spencer came back from the bathroom.
“Oh come on!” he groaned, taking the bag out of your grasp, “Buy your own.”
You went back to the local police station office, giggling to yourself like a child with your hands full of candy.
At this point hunger had become a secondary motive to your stealing. The number one reason being how adorable Spencer's reactions were when he caught you.
In all honesty, you harbored a bit of a crush on the man. You didn't have the courage to tell him upfront, making your silly brain manifest your feelings like a preschooler pulling on the pigtails of their crush. Oh, but teasing him was so fun, and it got you free candy so it was even better.
Then, yesterday, there was an incident.
The team was on the jet, another kidnapped girl had been safely returned to her parents, fairly quickly this time too. Spirits were high at wrapping up a case with such a positive outcome, making most of the agents mingle and play games on the usually quiet ride home.
You were perched on one of the individual seats, scrolling away in your phone and absentmindedly eating some candy (you had bought your own for once).
You jolted a bit when a hand dived into your candy bag. When you looked up, you found a smirking Spencer standing right in front of you, looking fairly smug and popping a piece into his mouth. He thought he was finally getting back at you for eating all of his sweets.
His joy lasted for about three seconds before he realized his mistake.
See, to the untrained eye, he had just eaten a couple of innocent looking bear gummies. Except, these were not regular gummies, they were your favorite kind, the most sour kind.
Spencer's face scrunched up with disgust, the sour effect of the gummy doubled at taking him by surprise, the acidic taste completely taking over his taste buds.
You couldn't help it, you bent over your belly with laughter, inadvertently drawing attention to Spencer's predicament.
The whole team snickered as they watched him rush back and forth on the narrow hall of the jet until he got hold of a tissue to spit the offending candy.
“What the hell is that?” he turned around to confront you.
You gave him an apologetic smile, “Sour candy?”
More laughs filled the space and Spencer had sat down on the furthest chair from yours, pouting with his arms crossed over his chest.
Back to today, you feel actually kind of guilty about what happened. You have been munching on all of Spencer's treats for weeks and the one time he does it to you, the whole team ends up making fun of him. A bit of teasing was fine but you don't want the man to actually feel bad.
So when you see him stand up from his desk and walk into the kitchen, you quickly jump out of your chair and grab something from your bag, trailing right behind him through the bullpen.
He's making himself an exaggeratedly sweet cup of coffee when you corner him.
“Spencer,” you call, making him turn around. Your hands are inconspicuously behind your back, “Trick or treat?”
His eyebrows furrow suspiciously, “Neither if you're going to give me one of those monstrosities you like.”
You huff out a laugh, “No, no, I promise it's not that. Come on, trick or treat? ”
After measuring up how much he trusts your statement, he relents, “Treat.”
“Ta-dah!” you sing, revealing a single Hershey’s Kiss in your palm.
Spencer's eyes light up.
“I know it doesn't make up for everything I ate but it's an offer of peace.”
He gives you a small smile, “Thank you, I appreciate it.”
As his hand extends to grab the chocolate, your brain has an impulsive thought.
You lean forward and peck his lips.
It lasts barely a second but it's enough to make your heart beat wildly against your chest.
Spencer stares at you frozen in place, a crimson color spreading all over his face.
“A kiss for a kiss,” you mumble dumbly, like saying that makes it better somehow.
‘Stupid, stupid, stupid!’ You think to yourself, your feet are prepared to flee the scene when he unexpectedly grabs your wrist.
“I– I...” he stammers, his cheeks turning impossibly redder, “I wouldn't mind if you stole more of those.”
A shy smile spreads on your face. Perhaps you won't start buying your own snacks soon.
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it's a bit silly but I was feeling halloween-y and craving sour candy
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yappingwitch · 2 months ago
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The art of winning her back
pairing - James Potter x fem!reader
summary - On his quest to capture the heart of his long-time crush, Lily Evans, James must first win her friend (Y/N) over despite their shared history.
warnings - angst, bullying, friends to enemies to lovers, child neglect and death of a parent (briefly), swearing, slowburn, use of (Y/N)
wordcount - 3k
disclaimer - english is my second language. Don't hesitate to correct me!
part 1
You and James had known each other your entire lives, a friendship somewhat foisted upon you by your parents, whose own friendship dates back to their Hogwarts days. That’s at least how James perceived your relationship: imposed upon him by the suffocating weight of your parents' past.
Sure, James was never outright mean to you. He was still your friend, after all. Though he couldn’t help but ridicule your overenthusiastic nature, with your ramblings and frantic waving of your hands whenever you spoke. Often throwing jabs at you, you none the wiser. He disliked you yet still felt some measure of sympathy for you. A charity case, yes - that was what you were to him, with no other friends to guide you and your parents perpetually away at work, leaving you yearning for connection and always acting as if you couldn't function without continually sticking by his side. So he'd accept his fate with a sigh and take your hand whenever you became frightened by the thunder during one of your countless sleepovers or pretended to battle dark wizards with you using sticks, indulging in whatever you devised next. Of course, you never truly noticed it for what it was. To you, he was the brightest spot in your life, the sweetest friend you could ever wish for.
As the years rolled by, you continued to treasure this friendship, even if it sometimes felt like James was dragging his feet. He was your best and only friend, and in your heart, that was more than enough.
Things first changed when he left for Hogwarts. He was off having extraordinary adventures while you were left behind, grappling with a new void in your life, yearning for his return. You clung to the habit of writing to him, pouring out every random thought that crossed your mind in long letters. His replies were always brief and generic, but you didn’t mind, simply grateful to hear from your best friend.
After probably the longest year of your life, only getting to see James during the holidays, summer break finally ended, marking your first year at Hogwarts and reuniting you with James all year aound. You stood on the train platform with his parents, eyes bright with anticipation. Euphemia pressed a kiss on both your cheeks and pulled you into a hug, his dad quickly joining in as well. The two of you departed on your journey to find an empty carriage, eagerly waving at James’s parents from your seats as soon as the train whistle sounded, announcing the train’s departure. You practically melted into his side during the train ride, linking your arm with his and chatting incessantly, only letting go when you dashed off for the trolley that held piles of candy, babbling to the lady as you did.
Just as you settled back down, your pockets now stuffed with all kinds of sweets, one already grasped in your hand, happily munching on it, the compartment door slid open once more. Three boys stood there, relief seemingly washing over their faces as they quickly greeted James, sitting down across from you both. It was then that their gazes shifted to you, immediately recognizing who you were - James must have complained about you at least once a week, and by your appearance, they may finally have understood why.
The trio couldn’t hold back their giggles at the sight: you, with chocolate smeared on your cheek, bouncing with joy, while James looked like he was stuck in a perpetual state of embarrassment, cheeks flushed. Oblivious to his discomfort (as you often were), you rambled on about how excited you were to begin Hogwarts, speaking at a hundred miles per hour, until all the sugar finally sent you into a deep state of sleep. All of them sighed in relief at the moment of peace, despite your continued grip on James’s poor arm. You only loosened it up once you entered Hogwarts castle, too stunned to speak for once or to notice James quietly slipping away. You just wordlessly joined the other first-years at the front of the school while the rest of the students sat down at their designated houses, chatter filling the room.
You'd sight dramatically whenever a name that wasn't yours was called up, growing more and more anxious by the second, already missing James by your side.
“(Y/N) (L/N)!” Professor McGonagall finally called out, her voice ringing through the hall. Finally. You skipped up to the stool, your heart thudding in your chest as McGonagall lowered the hat, blocking part of your vision with its size. You didn’t care, though, only trying to focus on the hat’s words.
“Gryffindor!” exclaimed its gruff voice, your face immediately breaking into the biggest grin - not only because you had made it into the house of bravery but because you were in the same house as James. The Gryffindor table erupted in a roar of applause, customary for new housemates, but one disgruntled figure groaned loudly instead, covering his face in exasperation.
As you approached the table, your voice rang out bright and cheerful. “James! I can’t believe you didn’t save me a seat!” You pouted, but then your expression brightened as you realized he had no clue you’d end up in Gryffindor either, immediately excusing him in your mind. “I can’t wait to tell Dad about this! He’ll be thrilled. Everyone thought I’d end up in Hufflepuff - way to prove them wrong! Not that there’s anything wrong with Hufflepuff, but I always wished for Gryffindor… hm… or maybe Ravenclaw! That'd really show—”
“You’re rambling again,” he interrupted your whirlwind of excitement.
“You’re right! You’re always right! You better save me a seat next time. Although I don't really mind too much; I passed this really nice group of girls on my way to you. I can't wait to make some new friends!” You began pointing somewhere. “Did you see the redheaded girl? I think she's from your year; she's so pretty—”
“Alright…” James said, interrupting your rambling once again, sending a small glare to the black haired boy sitting across from, hearing him cover up a choked laughter with a caugh.
You, none the wiser, flashed him a beaming smile before scampering off to join the girls at the very top of the table, blissfully unaware that this would mark the second real shift in your friendship with James.
It all began with pranks - silly, harmless little acts that felt like a natural progression of your friendship - joint efforts with his new friends. You never minded this side of him because it was how James expressed his affection, so you thought. Whether it was hexing your hair a wild shade of purple or causing you to trip on your way to class, there was always laughter shared between you, and you felt like you were starting to bond not just with James again, but with his friend group. Sometimes James would show remorse afterward a particular nasty prank, mainly when he got caught, and would often beg you to bail him out of detention with McGonagall, and you always obliged.
But as time went on, a growing irritation began to simmer within you. You would never dare admit it, feeling guilt whenever a mean thought flashed through your mind after another prank. After all, James was your best friend.
Once winter break rolled around, you felt nervous for the first time around him, having barely spent one-on-one time together since the day of the sorting. Yet, each day spent together melted away all your worries. James was finally all yours again, and after spending every day together, you remained blissfully unaware of the growing tension between you both. With renewed faith in your friendship, you allowed the Marauders to continue their taunts happily for years to come, quietly awaiting the holidays to begin anew, where everything was like before. You could deal with that.
Or so you thought, until a seemingly ordinary Saturday, your third year at the school almost over, excited to spend summer with James, a prank sent everything spiraling out of control. It was no worse than the others. In fact, it was quite the opposite - it was almost uncharacteristically harmless, but it triggered something deep within you, and your patience finally bubbled over. The anger towards James began to seep out of you, much like ink from a quill that has just exploded in your face. Staring back at you were hours of studying made redundant, your notes stained, ink splatters glaring back instead of your carefully constructed sentences. You looked around the abandoned library helplessly, your mind not registering what had just happened until you heard laughter - his laughter.
The other boys with him soom joining in too, echoing throughout the usually quiet room as they emerged from their hiding place. As their laughter continued, you let out a humorless giggle, still not comprehending the situation, which quickly made them stop theirs. They exchanged silent glances before breaking out in even louder laughter and walking off after being chastised by the librarian.
Oh.
Oh.
Your smile faded as the realisation settled in. They weren’t laughing with you.
They were laughing at you.
Without giving it a second thought, you marched back to the Gryffindor tower, stopping by the bathroom in hopes of salvaging some of your materials, not even attempting to save your notes, as they were a lost cause. Everything felt heavy, almost suffocating. The familiar laughter filled your ears once again as you entered the common room. Raising your gaze from the fixated stare you had on your shoes, you looked at the boys lounging without a care in the world. Their amusement was unmistakably still directed at you, especially when they saw your blouse - a massive wet spot adorning the white fabric along the ink, your pathetic attempt at scrubbing the stains away.
Ignoring the feelings threatening to bubble up, you bolted to the girls' dormitory, shutting the door with a thud. Your eyes burned and your cheeks flushed in humiliation. You angrily chucked your bag to the floor, your now-stained possessions scattering. Looking around, you saw the startled faces of the other girls, which made your face flush even more, and you quickly bent down, trembling hands trying to gather your things.
Then you felt gentle hands steady your own. Looking up, you met Lily Evans’ bright green eyes, filled with concern and her brows furrowed together, a frown gracing her lovely face.
After a moment of silence, seemingly contemplating how to approach what had just occurred, she settled on saying, “I was going to ask if everything’s okay, but I guess that’s redunda.” A gentle smile blossomed on her face.
Without a word, you threw your arms around Lily’s neck, your eyes glazing over. Dorcas and Marlene, who were the only ones with Lily currently in the room, also sprang to attention. As you struggled to hold back your emotions, your gaze met the other girls’ stares, and you felt everything spill over. Tears fell without warning - an unexpected release of pent-up frustration, sadness, and hurt.
You let go of Lily, wiping your eyes with fervor. Silence enveloped the room until you finally calmed down, regaining control of your emotions as swiftly as possible while Lily gently rubbed your back. Marlene also sitting down by your side, while dorcas sat up on her bed.
“Alright, who do I have to beat up?” Dorcas declared, her tone playful yet sincere, breaking through the heaviness that loomed in the room.
That pulled a watery laugh from you, especially seeing Marlene reprimand the girl for her violent tendencies, though a smile was evident on her face, secretly having similar thoughts. Lily quietly giggled at the scene alongside you.
So you shared everything about the pranks (or bullying, as Lily later dubbed it), James, and everything that had weighed down on you.
When you finally finished your rambling, all listening patiently, the room grew quiet once more. You dreaded their reactions - why, you didn’t know - but anxiety filled your body.
Then, without warning, they erupted into a burst of chatter, voices blending together in a comforting chorus until Marlene decided to take the lead, shushing the other two.
“Well… you know… that’s horrible of him… but… you know, we were all aware he’s kind of—”
“He’s a twat,” Dorcas chimed in.
“I’m not a fan of profanity, but for lack of a better term…” Lily added, grinning as she looked at you, easing your worries. Sudden realisation flashing in her eyes as she quickly got out her wand, pointing it at you, ridding you of the stains.
Your eyes glazed over once more, but this time not out of the anger you felt earlier, Marlene and Lily quickly engulfing you. Dorcas joined in aswell, after Marlene dragged her from her spot on the bed, laughter engulfing the room.
You always felt a shift would come after starting Hogwarts, a new stage of life, but nothing could have prepared you for the transformation that awaited you as summer rolled around - a summer without your best friend. Your room, once a cozy sanctuary, suddenly felt juvenile, each item reminding you of a bond that had frayed. You grew quieter, noticing the judgmental looks from your parents - expressions that mirrored James'.
Lily's letters provided solace, each note including snippets of her life - from the latest Muggle songs to inviting you over for movie nights. Her letters, and those from the others, brought vibrancy back into your world, replacing the dullness that had seeped into your days. You spent countless hours running around with Marlene and Dorcas in Diagon Alley, laughing at every trinket you discovered, scouring through every store you could find, and enjoying the thrill of new experiences. You were rediscovering joy that had long been absent, even without realizing it.
While you occasionally saw James, considering your parents and the close proximity of your homes, he didn’t seem to mind the shift in your dynamic - if he even noticed a change outside of your lack of clinginess, you weren't sure.
By the time fourth year arrived, the pranks that had once been a staple of your interactions faded entirely - nothing felt more potent than the harsh words Lily had directed at James, her words carrying a weight you didn't fully comprehend, yet appreciated nonetheless. He appeared to almost forget you existed, and you were okay with that.
At the end of fifth year, you suddenly vanished, even though school still continued for another month. A sorrow engulfed your life once more when your mother passed away unexpectedly during ministry business - classified. The loss struck deeply, leaving you grappling with emotions you weren’t sure how to manage. Your relationship with her had always felt strained, but her absence was a stark reminder that you'd never have the relationship with her you dreamed of.
Back home, you found comfort in the Potters’ company, excluding James, leaning on Euphemia and your Hogwarts friends to help you through your grief. Your father, overwhelmed by sorrow, struggled to connect with you, and not even your shared pain brought you closer. Instead, it pushed him further away, so when you received a letter from your grandmother from France inviting you to stay with her during the next two months, you eagerly accepted.
This was the first summer that you wouldn't see James at all, not that you minded. His lost friendship had become an afterthought at this point as you tried to navigate your new life.
James only got a proper look at you again at the start of his seventh year. Everything had shifted once more, but this time it felt different. James was now Quidditch Captain and Prefect, determined to make this year - his last - his best by finally asking Lily out, having realized his crush on her in year five, which she largely dismissed at first, considering his past behavior. But he could see (and he knew she could too) that her feelings toward him were starting to shift, recognizing his attempts at bettering himself. So he was confident in his plan to ask Lily to the upcoming Celestial Ball, believing he had finally won her over. Everything seemed perfectly set - that was until Soren Howell, a year six chaser on the team, sat down across from him with an uncharacteristic frown adorning his face.
“What’s got you all gloomy, pretty boy?” asked sirius, who sat beside James, with a smirk looking at Soren, ripping a piece of half-eaten bread from his plate and throwing it at him.
Soren’s frown only deepened. “I asked (Y/N) to the ball,” Soren announced, frustration clear in his voice. “But she said no - some other guy beat me to it."
Hold up. “(Y/N)?” James repeated. “(Y/N) (L/N)?” A puzzled look crossed his face.
Soren simply nodded, bitterness still evident as he continued to sulk.
A million questions raced through James's mind, but most importantly: When did you return? He had assumed you'd finish your studies at Beauxbatons, not seeing you at yesterdays sorting ceremony. Well, right after—
“Are you taking the piss?” Sirius chimed in, laughing loudly. “You need to raise your standards, mate.”
Soren looked up from his plate, disbelief washing over him. “I like her,”
This made James start to laugh as well. While he generally left much of the juvenile behavior behind, partly for Lily but also genuinely growing as a person, he couldn't believe you had not one, but two people pining after you on the very first day back - especially someone like Soren, who was, as much as it pained James to admit, quite the handsome fellow.
“You like her? What’s there to like? I mean - ow!”
A hand suddenly shoved James hard on the back of the head, pain radiating through his skull, and the tips of his unruly dark hair now tainted with the soup in front of him. He grunted angrily, turning awkwardly in his seat to glare at the perpetrator - Dorcas.
Before he could even utter “detention” - a privilege of his Prefect position - his gaze shifted to the girl beside her, her arm linked with Dorcas’s, an uninterested expression on her pretty face as she muttered something to Dorcas while tugging on the taller girl’s arm. James rendered speechless, not recognising the beautiful girl hanging onto Dorcas. Once his gaze shifted toward her Gryffindor tie, his confusion only grew - Was she new? He'd surely recognise someone like her, especially with Sirius by his side who probably tried to chat up every pretty girl, heck even pretty boy, in their school.
Dorcas raised an eyebrow at his prolonged pause, following his gaze and realizing the cause. She scoffed, tugging the girl closer to her.
This made him rip his gaze from her, turning it back to Dorcas, his anger returning.
“What’s it to you?” “Talk about her again, and I will castrate you,” Dorcas declared quickly.
“Her?”
Dorcas looked at him in confusion, then nodded her head in your direction; you, in turn, started to tug on her arm again, annoyance now evident on your face.
“(Y/N)?” he uttered dumbly, at the same time as another voice called out to you.
The beautiful redhead walked on your other side, linking her arm with yours as well.
“Why don’t you get goi-” she started, but then saw who Dorcas and you were talking to, frowning at James with clear disappointment and a look he hadn’t seen from her since he started his journey to woo her - that of genuine dislike. Lily quickly dragged you both away without a word, turning back to glare at James once more on the way to their seats at the dinner table.
It was then and there that James realized - if he wanted Lily, he needed to win you over once again. This new you who suddenly had the prettiest eyes and air of confidence around her. This new you who now looked at him with hatred.
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m00nkissedlover · 1 month ago
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・。sweet dreams 🍫
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"need a little sweetness in my life~"
leona kingscholar x reader | word count: 848 words
summary: halloween night with leona! 🍫
warnings: a bit shorter than part 1, a little rushed. other than that, none! just fluffy fluff!!
note: this is a continuation/ part 2 of my previous leona fic, naps. and no, i'm not making his entire personality about napping. i just think cuddle/ nap fics w/ leona are rlly cute-
you had never seen leona being so clingy. ever. but ever since that day you comfortably napped with the beastman, he'd become almost entranced by you. it was almost as if he genuinely could not sleep unless you were in his arms. the others didn't know about this of course, he'd die of embarrassment.
it was finally the holiday the students and staff of nrc had spent weeks preparing for: halloween! everyone was dressed up in their best costumes and the smells of cinnamon and pumpkin filled the air. everyone was packed into mostro lounge, drinks and food items going around, laughter and lively chatter filling the air. everything was perfect. you were currently chatting with cater and kalim, talking about how professor crewel had given you guys a pop quiz yesterday despite the holiday the next day.
as you were chatting, you couldn't help but scan the crowd a few times looking for a certain lion. you could've sworn you saw him a while ago. "[y/n]! there you are." you turned around, met by none other than ruggie, seeming a bit out of breath. "it's leona again." you playfully rolled your eyes, excusing yourself from the conversation with cater and kalim.
you made your way down the halls of the savanaclaw dorms, the building rather quiet since most all of its students were attending the halloween bash. once you got to leona's door, you gave it a gentle rhythmic knock, one that leona could always pick up on. a gruff "enter" was heard through the door, and you stepped inside, closing the door behind you. when you turned around again, you saw him: leona kingscholar laid out in his bed, costume and all. he didn't even have time to tell you to come over, you were already shuffling under the blankets and positioning his head in you lap.
"you didn't want to stay at the party?" you asked, gently running your fingers through his hair. "too noisy, couldn't nap properly." his answer made you laugh, your finger reaching over to poke his cheek. "it's a party, you're not supposed to nap." but the beastman was already dozing off in your lap, effectively trapping you. "can't hear you, m' too busy dozing off." he teased, your fingers already braiding some strands of his hair. as you did so, you decided to eat some candy from your bag.
as the wrapper rustled from opening the candy, you could see leona's nose twitch. he sniffed at the air a bit, his eyes not even opening when he started to speak. "what are you eating, herbivore?" you took a bite of your chocolate, glancing down at him. "just some candy i got from mostro lounge. you want some?" leona opened his eyes as you held the sweet treat to his lips, a look of mild disgust forming on his face. "no. and you shouldn't be eating so much either, you'll get sick."
"oh come on, try some! it's good, i promise." leona looked between you and the toothache in a wrapper, sighing reluctantly. he broke off a small piece, popping it into his mouth. you swore you saw his eyes light up, but he tried to hide it. which failed as he kept asking for tastes as you pulled more candy out of your bag. "you're gonna be the death of me, herbivore." he grumbled, reacting to the aftermath of eating a single sour gumdrop, of which you had already eaten five. "how can you eat those? it's like eating sandpaper." "well, back home i eat them all the time." "you're crazy." he said, reaching over and pinching your cheek. "don't come crying to me tomorrow if your teeth start to hurt or if your stomach gives out on ya," leona teased, earning a look of mock annoyance from you.
"well, if i get sick, it'll be good for you. you can use it as an excuse to cuddle me more." you smiled cheekily, scooting a little closer to the lion man. "hmm, is that so, herbivore?" he mumbled, a soft smirk on his lips as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his lap. you laughed softly, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning up to press a soft kiss to his forehead. "yes, i think a big, cuddly lion would make me feel better in no time~" you hummed, moving to kiss his cheek. you could see the color in his cheeks, immediately teasing him about it, only to met by his constant refusal.
this was probably the best halloween you'd ever had. curled up with the person you loved, eating candy, chatting, and teasing one another. you rested your head on leona's chest, his strong arms wrapping around you. the sound of his heartbeat lulled you to sleep, just like that first day you'd napped with him. then, he was just leona kingscholar, house warden of savanaclaw, the lazy lion man, the strongest junior at nrc. now he was your comfort person, cuddle buddy, and partner that you loved with all your heart. 🍫
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imjusthereformymindpalace · 1 month ago
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Shigaraki One-Shot
hi everyone! it’s my first time posting on Tumblr, so please bear with me! this is just a short drabble(?) that wasn’t proofread and mainly just self-indulgent lol hope you all like it!!! :)
comment any suggestions! i wanna write more of tomura!!!
5 Things You Didn’t Know About Tomura (That You Learned Later On)
Shigaraki x AFAB reader!
1. He’s a sore loser
He doesn’t like losing in video games. He’ll throw the remote onto his bed, cursing, and get up to throw away his can of beer, leaving you to sit in his room for over five minutes. You can hear him cursing under his breath as he paces in the hallway outside of his room, ignoring Spinner’s advice and Dabi’s teasing. You can’t do much other than wait for him to come back and restart the level he initially lost.
He doesn’t like losing to heroes either. He’ll scream and scratch at himself, mumbling loudly of his failed plans, cursing the heroes for ruining his villainous schemes of destroying hero society. He’ll turn to Kurogiri, waiting for his direction to the escape warp. Once away from the scene and back at the hideout, he’ll kick the nearest item to him (a chair), and scratch wildly while ignoring the burning sensation of embarrassment on his face. He hates losing.
2. He loves sweets.
He won’t admit it. But he does enjoy the silky smooth taste of chocolate as it glides against his tongue. He’ll sneak pieces of hard candy while on standby during missions, leaving a trail of wrappers as evidence of his presence. He’ll keep enough in his pocket in case you ever ask him for one, or anyone in the League for that matter. But he won’t offer any first. He loves sweets too much after all.
3. He hates the idea of wearing glasses.
He’ll deny the fact that his vision isn’t as good as he thinks it is. After an appointment with the Doctor, he’ll come back to the base with a small case in his hand. When Toga asks about it, he’ll grumble that it’s none of her business and slam his bedroom door behind him. Sitting on his bed, he’ll open the case and grab the thin frames delicately so as to not disintegrate them. He’ll rest the center on the bridge of his nose and peer through the thick lens. Being able to see perfectly only increased his frustrations and it took every ounce of strength not to throw the case against the wall as he put the glasses away.
Hearing your quiet knocking, he’ll allow you entry and move to the side as you settle next to him on the bed. Wordlessly, you reach for the case, take out the glasses, and place them on his face, adjusting them until he’s no longer squinting at you. Seeing your smile as clear as day made the frustrations slightly less, but still. He hates wearing glasses.
4. He won’t ask for your attention.
He won’t ask you for it directly, no. He’ll mope around, coming up to you and asking what you’re doing. Regardless of your response, busy or otherwise, he’ll sit or stand next to you. He’ll watch what you’re doing and not say anything, just inching closer to you and pretending that he doesn’t notice you noticing what he’s doing.
At times, he’ll walk away for a couple minutes, with the excuse of getting a drink, only to come back empty-handed and lingering in your presence. He’ll start rambling to get your attention, whether that be about missions or his current level on a video game. When you finally get the hint and bring his chest against yours, you feel his breath steady in beat with yours as he sighs into the top of your head. He loves attention.
5. He loves you, he hates it. But he loves it more.
He appreciates that you’re an asset to the League. Your fighting skills are competent and your quirk has proven itself useful many times in battle. You’re able to hold your ground around other members of the League, Dabi especially. He doesn’t have to worry about a betrayal from your part, aware of your allegiance to the mission of destroying heroes.
He likes that you’re not picky when the League is scarce on food. He thinks it’s nice that you don’t care what you look like as you scarf down leftovers from nearly two days ago. He thinks your costume is neat, like one from a villain in a video game he used to play. He also likes what you look like under it. What you look like under him. The way you make him feel. He loves it.
And he hates it. The way you distract him from his goal of destroying. How your smile gives him hope, a concept so foreign to him that it makes him nauseous. He hates how aware he is of the mere countdown of societal destruction, and his role as the leader of such a movement. He hates it. But he loves it. He loves how you watch him with admiration as he fights the world’s top heroes.
He loves knowing you’re counting on him for a brighter future. He loves knowing that he’s the reason you’re standing down from the fight. He loves seeing you from far away, your midsection growing, solid proof of the legacy he plans to leave behind. Oh god, he loves it. He loves you.
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headcanons: dating percy jackson (pt. 2)
a/n: i know i said i’d make more and i didn’t. until now so here you go. i know it was supposed to be headcanons but the end was more of a minific. i hope you still like it, though.
also please consider reblogging this if you enjoy it <3
pairing: percy jackson x gn!reader
warnings: none, really
(pt. 1)
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percy jackson who absolutely adores you. let me tell you, he is whipped. completely. and it’s the most adorable thing in the world. like when sally, being the sweetheart she is, sends him blue candy and snacks he will share them with you. and if you don’t take them, oh boy. 
percy jackson who cannot bake to safe his life. he can cook but his muffins just won’t come out the way he wants them to, no matter which recipe he tries. even if it’s his mom’s, it’s like he’s cursed or something. he tries to make the blue chocolate chip cookies himself and that’s the only thing that works for him when it comes to baking. cake? it burns, somehow. every dam time (i’m sorry, i had to). muffins? he adds too much flour and they come out all dry. he still gives them to you, hoping you’ll still like them so you better pretend you do, even if they get stuck in your throat and you need to chug a gallon of water to be able to eat something else. 
percy jackson who brings you something every time he visits his father. a pearl, a seashell, a little trinket, something he made himself which you can collect on your camp necklace. 
percy jackson who tells you that he loves you like it’s the most normal thing in the world. but he means it and that’s what makes it special. 
“i love you.” 
“i know.” 
percy jackson who invites you to spend christmas with him and sally in their little new york apartment, baking christmas cookies. they’re blue, of course, even if green or red would be more appropriate for the occasion. you don’t question it. later that evening, you’re cuddled up on the couch, watching christmas movies until percy eventually falls asleep. you are playing with his hair as his breath steadies. you smile when you notice him drifting off to sleep, pressing a lazy kiss to his forehead. you almost jump when you turn to look back at the TV, noticing sally still sitting there. you almost forgot where you are. she smiles, clearly amused but also happy. 
“what?” you mouth, careful not to wake percy.
“nothing,” sally says softly, still smiling. the tone of her voice is amused, almost joyful. 
she looks back at the TV, chuckling lightly. 
“what?” you ask again, giggling a little.
“nothing, nothing.” 
you shake your head. 
and sally knows you’re the one for her son. 
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planeteroticaaa · 10 months ago
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— ALL MINE
(part of erotica’s & lovae’s valentines special💋)
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ice hockeyplayer!jean who walked around the campus with the many gifts and trinkets various girls gave him, each one wishing him good luck for the big game today. he didn’t care about the chocolates, teddy bears, or the other stupid shit they gave him. hell, he didn’t even bother reading the love letters. none of it meant anything to him when he had to figure out an over the top way to make you his valentines because not only were you his soulmate and the one he’s supposed to grow old with, but he needed to win you back.
he walked past your lecture hall like he did everyday on his way to his own, thinking about how he used to be late to his own class trying to walk you to yours. it never mattered to him seeing as he always made up for it by participating in class and getting high grades on assignments. he didn’t know why he still poked his head inside the room to see if you were there. he tells himself and his friends that it’s to make sure you “got to class safely”, but in reality, he knows nothing’s gonna happen to you in the 5 to 6 minute walk from the dining hall to your lecture. truth be told, he really just wanted to see you. since the two of you broke up, you avoided him like the plague, but he knew you would have no choice but to see him when he’d visit the room you were in daily, using the fact that one of his teammates was in the same class as you.
though today was different because right when he was about to go into the room, he watched that very teammate ask you out with flowers and chocolates. he glared, scoffing watching you act all “excited” about candies you hated and flowers that weren’t even your favorite. it took everything in him to stop himself from going in there and breaking his jaw when you kissed his cheek and hugged him with your arms around his neck and his on your waist. how would you feel watching him kiss a girl after reading her love declaration?! it was even worse knowing he would have to play with him later today. the whole team knew he was still obsessed with you, especially this guy since he always teased jean about it so what fuck was he doing asking you out?
he thought about it the entire day. he knew that many guys were interested in you, but he didn’t think somebody would actually be bold enough to do something about their feelings. he had on his gear, ready for the final game of the season. his coach’s words of motivation went in one ear and out the other as he stared down his smug ass teammate. as everyone started to hype themselves up with different handshakes and chants, jean remained quiet, even bumping his shoulder going past him. his final straw was seeing you cheering at the game, just, not for him. you screamed that asshole’s name, your friends alongside you all happy about your possible new relationship and when he winked at you, jean tackled him onto the ice.
he knew he was in a world of trouble now once he got on top of him. he grabbed the collar of his shirt and began punching him, not stopping when the guy managed to get situated and got a few hits in, or when the security rushed over, or when he heard his coach yelling at him from the side. he had slight bruising on his cheek, his lip was bleeding, his knuckles were scratched up when he threw his gloves off, and he was being penalized and cussed out by his coach, but it was worth seeing you stare at him with your mouth gaped open. your more confused than pissed face said, “did you seriously just do that?” and the wink he gave you with the smirk on his lips while his coach spat in his face said, “yeah, and i’d do it a thousand times over.”
he wasn’t shocked when you went home right after the incident. he was hoping to talk to you once the game was over, but it worked out since it gave him time to buy the snacks and sweets you actually liked, flowers that were actually your favorite, and prepare his “i’m sorry, please take me back” speech. he originally wanted to do something crazy to show his never ending love, but it was clear after today he had no time to waste. with a done up basket, pretty flowers, and a speech he recited under his breath on the way to the door, he was ready though when he knocked on your front door and you opened it wearing his spare jersey he thought he lost with nothing visibly under it, arms crossed over your chest and leaning against the door frame with a disapproving look on your face, everything he planned to say left him at that very second. “well?” you asked with an eyebrow raised. “gimme another chance?” he asked, an unsure grin on his pretty, bandaged face. you looked him up and down and just sighed before grabbing him by his shirt collar and dragging him inside the room.
“s-shit baby…you’re squeezing me so tight,” he groaned, his head thrown back on your pillow, big, veiny hands on your hips as you bounced yourself on his cock with your hands back behind you on his strong thighs. you almost forgot how big and girthy his dick was, the stretch burning you when you first sat down on it after months of nothing and guys that were no match to him. “look so beautiful riding me like that,” he said mostly to himself, staring up at you with lust blown pupils, taking in the blissful expressions you made and the softness of your breast as he massaged them under the jersey.
fuck, it felt amazing, the veins running along his length grazing your walls, the curve ensuring the fat tip hit you right where you needed it, the thickness of it giving you that same delicious burn from before that had your legs about to give out, the ring of white cream you made at the base of his cock dripping down his balls, ass sticking to his pelvis from your mixed, gluey essences. you were getting tired and he could tell you were with how you occasionally didn’t bounce, but instead rocked your hips with your nails digging into his skin and biting down on your bottom lip.
he watched you, wondering when you’d quit being stubborn and admit you need help as he moved his hands all over your body, pinching your nipples, gripping your waist, harshly slapping your ass. he hadn’t had you like this in months, dick inside your tight walls making a mess all over him and whatever surface was beneath you. how long had it been since you fucked somebody? he hadn’t done anything to any woman since you’d broken up, even going as far to tell them that he was still with you. well, it didn’t matter, he could tell from the whimpers and whines that left your lips as your desperately rode him to continue that sensation of his cock bruising your cervix that if anybody fucked you, it wasn’t like this.
it was when your pace significantly slowed down that he sighed and pulled you down to him. your arms immediately wrapped around his neck like you were waiting for him to do this as he propped his feet into the bed sheets. with his hands on your ass, spreading it apart, he started to thrust up into your pussy. you screamed, eyes rolling back as his fat cock dragged in and out of you, balls slapping against you from the fast, rough change in pace. you could tell much he missed you from the way he hugged you close to him while making you cream in his cock. “yes! j-jean—yes, just like that, don’t stop!” you cried out, drool dripping down your chin as he fucked you further through your orgasm, overstimulating your pussy when he reached a hand down to rub harsh circles on your puffy, throbbing clit.
“missed you so much, baby,” jean grunted, the speed of his thrust into your pussy not letting up. “i—i missed you too! missed you so much,” you cried, moving your head from its spot in the crook of your neck to look him in his light brown eyes. your lips soon met his, tongue hastily pushing inside his mouth and swirling along his after such a long time without one another. everything was messy, saliva coating both of your chins, the liquids from your previous orgasms painting the bedsheets and allowing him to better fuck up into you with ease, the thin layer of sweat that covered your bodies sticking the two of you together.
“please, please, please fill me up,” you babbled incoherently, begging when you felt his cock start twitching inside your tight, gummy walls. his thrust became rougher, the broken, but rough and intense rhythm of his mushroom tip hitting everywhere you needed it too taking you to the brink of another orgasm. “imma fill your pretty pussy with my cum…she’s missed me so much, hasn’t she?” “yes! s-so much!” you gasped, eyes in the back of your head and body jerking as you started creaming all over him again. “i’m cumming! ‘m cumming, ‘m cumming, fuckkk!” you practically sobbed, pussy gushing. your walls spasmed around his cock, making him pump your insides with his hot, thick, ropes of cum.
you felt it leak out of your abused hole as he continued to fuck and overstimulating the two of you through your orgasms to the point you were crying and he was biting down on your shoulder with his eyes rolled back. you continued to fill the room with the most filthy noises, the sweet squelching sound from you pussy echoing and the slapping of your skin on his being all that you could hear once he had you seeing stars because he didn’t stop, even when he was about to cry from the overwhelming feeling himself. he was just too scared to lose you again.
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wizard-on-whales · 3 months ago
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Naughty Girl
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Attending a Metallica concert was a dream of yours and lucky for you, your mom had gotten you tickets as a college graduation gift, what you didn't expect was to get a gift from none other than James hetfield himself
Warnings: Age gap, smut, blowjob, pet names, lots of dirty talk, size kink, I think something possessed me when I wrote this
Word count: 3k
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This was for sure the most excited you had ever been over anything. Metallica had been your all time favorite band since you were a kid and now you were on the way to one of their concerts, and you had pit tickets on top of that. You patiently waited in line for hours just for a chance to get rail and somehow you did and it was right in front of James spot. You clung to that thing like your life depended on it. Your friend was next to you, just as ecstatic as she had been obsessed with them for years too. The only difference was she loved Kirk, you loved James. You watched Chad as he pulled out James guitars, tuning it up just as the iconic AC/DC song started blasting through the stadium. Your heart started racing in excitement, knowing the concert was minutes away from starting.
Cheers from the crowd picked up, hands flying over the railing and all around you as James makes his appearance, walking up to his station. You held your hand out, desperate for just one touch. His cigar hung from his lips, a necklace fastened around his neck which was proudly exposed by a halfway unbuttoned shirt. His eyes flicked towards yours, his mouth curling to a smile as he grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze. You couldn't hold back the scream that escaped from your lips, causing him to laugh before moving onto the next person. He stopped his greetings, sitting down in his chair while The Ecstasy of Gold played. He took a sip of his drink, taking one last drag of his cigar before taking his Flying V from Chad and sprinting up the stairs of the stage, the first notes of Creeping Death blaring through the stadium.
The concert really was the greatest night of your life, each song they played somehow better than the last. The sound of James' voice ringing through your ears in person was better than you had ever imagined. And just as he got off of the stage for the night his eyes connected with yours again and he grabbed your hand, sliding his soaking wet sweatband onto your arm. He gave you a wink before walking off, leaving you a mess of screams and tears.
You and your friend walked through the city and back to your hotel room, the excitement from the concert still buzzing through you. She goes up to the room before you, leaving you in the lobby as you stare at the small concession stand, hungry for a snack. James' arm band was clinging to your arm, still damp with his sweat. You look down at it, a smile crossing your face as you fiddle with the black fabric. You look back at the snacks, reaching for the last snickers bar but a tattooed hand grabs it before you could. You freeze, instantly recognizing the knuckle tattoos and the “Papa Het” plastered on the hand. You look to your side and see him standing there in all his glory. You were sure your face was bright red as you froze in place, staring at him in disbelief.
“Did you enjoy the concert?” He asks casually, ripping the candy wrapper open and splitting it in half, offering you part of it.
“Yeah..it was great,” You squeak out, still unable to move. A smirk crossed his face, his eyes flickering up and down your appearance before he waves the candy bar in front of your face, trying to get you to take it. You break out of your trance and timidly reach for it, taking it from his fingers. The chocolate had melted a little against his fingers, causing him to suck it off, his eyes not leaving yours.
“How old are you?” He questions, taking a bite of the candy and leaning against the counter. By now he had changed out of his concert attire, settling on a more casual outfit of blue jeans and a Motorhead T-shirt. That didn't stop him from looking any less attractive though, if anything, he looked even sexier. His silver hair and tattoos shone brightly against the tight, black fabric of his shirt.
“I'm 22,” You say shyly, looking down at the chocolate in your own hand before taking a bite of it. A strand of the caramel drips from it, dripping down your chin. You wipe it off with your finger, licking it off, trying to ignore James’ intense gaze.
“You're just a baby,” He chuckles, glancing away from you to the floor. You could tell he was debating with himself in his head. You wondered for a second what it could be, your mind going to a dirty place but you try to shake it off. He was older now, you assumed groupies were a thing in the past for him.
“Yeah…I guess so…but I've always been told I'm mature for my age,” You reply to his comment. He glanced back up at you, checking you out again but not so subtly this time. He pushes himself away from the counter and takes a step closer to you. It's only then do you smell him for the first time, his natural musk and cologne made it hard for you to hold yourself back. All you wanted to do was leap on the man and fuck him right there.
“This your hotel?” He questions, popping the last bit of the chocolate into his mouth.
“Yeah, I'm staying here with my friend.” Your heart races In your chest, your palms sweaty as he steps even closer. You could feel the heat radiating from him at this point. His eyes look intently over your face, trailing down your neck and landing on your breasts. He wasn't shy about his gaze, that's for sure. You felt as if he could see right through your clothes. He grabbed your arm, seeming to study the armband he had stuck on it. His hand grabs yours and brings it up to your mouth, making you eat the last of the chocolate that was melting on it.
“Is your friend waiting for you?” He asks, trailing his finger down your arm, barely grazing the skin, causing goosebumps to rise.
“No…I don't think so,” A smile crosses his face as he loops his arm around your waist and starts leading you towards the elevators. You couldn't tell if you were about to throw up from excitement or nerves as you stood there. The elevator ride was the longest one of your life, his grip firm and calm against your waist. The doors of the elevator dinged open and the two of you stepped out into the quiet and empty hallway. Your legs felt like jelly as he led you right up to his room door, he removed his arm from around you, fishing his room key out of his pocket. He opens the door, gesturing for you to walk in first. You timidly walk past him and into the room, your eyes grazing over it. It was definitely a nice room, the largest hotel room you had ever been in. You walk up to the window, glancing out over the view of the city, slightly amazed at the sight. You felt his front press against your back, both of his hands resting on your hips.
“You ever been in a room this high up?” He asks quietly, his lips brushing against your neck. You couldn't keep your breathing steady as the situation unfolds.
“No, I've never been this high up in general,” You tell him, you feel him smile, placing a kiss against your skin, making you flinch.
“I like being this high up…wanna know why?” He turns your body in his arms, making you face him before he backs you up against the window, pinning you to it. Your heart leapt to your throat, nerves off the charts from your idol being this close and from the height. Only a layer of glass was stopping you from falling several stories to the concrete below.
“Why…” you ask him, your voice barely a whisper. You couldn't stop your eyes from flicking down to his lips, your tongue grazing across yours, wetting them.
“Because if I fuck you against the window…no one will see.” His voice was gruff and seductive as he spoke. He leaned down, his face just inches from yours, his eyes still locked with yours. His gaze flickers down to your lips, a smirk crossing his face again as your arms jerk against his tight grip. He sees your eyes flutter close, your lips parting slightly, he leans forward and presses his face to yours. The heavy taste of his cigars clung to his lips, invading your taste buds. You couldn't help the moan that slips out of you from his touch, making him grip you tighter. He moves one of his hands from your arms and loops it around your waist. His kisses were sloppy and wet but you could tell he knew exactly what he was doing. He pulls away from you, releasing you from his grip and stepping away, causing you to give him a puzzled look.
“Go ahead and strip for me, sweet thing,” Your cheeks burn, not expecting to have made it this far. Slowly you reach for the armband on your wrist to remove it first, the least revealing thing you could.
“Ah…not that. Keep that on,” His scolds, his eyes burning holes through you as he watches your every move. You grab the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head, dropping it to the floor next to you. He follows suit, stripping himself of his shirt as well. You bite your lips at the sight of his exposed chest and stomach, his dad bod proudly on display. You unbutton your jeans and push them down, stepping out of them and kicking them to the side. Again, he follows, dropping his jeans to expose his boxers, his boner straining against the fabric. He notices your gaze, a smirk covering his face.
“It's been like that all night, baby girl. Since I first saw that sweet face of yours,” His tone was cocky as he spoke, causing the arousal in your stomach to pool further. You unclip your bra, sliding it down your arms and piling it with the rest of your clothes. You were trying to act confident but you felt as if you could fall over at any second, your entire body shaking. You reach for your panties but James' sudden movements make you stop. He steps forward, pressing himself against you for a second before dropping to his knees. The unexpected action causes you to shiver, he looks up at you with a smile as his fingers push under the waistband and pulls them down. He was right in the line of sight of your dripping cunt, his eyes never leaving it as he peels your panties off all the way.
“God look at that pretty little pussy…dripping for me…desperate for an old man's cock, you're a naughty girl you know that,” Every word that spills out of his mouth causes you to ache for him further, a moan slipping from your lips in desperation. He grabs your thigh tightly, kissing your hip bone before rising to his full height again. He grabs your hands, putting them on the hem of his boxers, patiently waiting for you to remove them. You grip them, shakily dropping to your knees the way he did, peeling them down his legs. His cock sprung out, painfully erect and dripping with precum. You swallow heavily, your nerves building further as you take in the sight of him. You had only been with two other men in your life and neither of them were even half his size. James grabs you and firmly pulls you off of the floor, his hands move to grip your ass tightly as he backs you up against the window again. The cold glass sends a chill through you, his gaze causing you to tremble further.
“You want me to fuck you, baby?” He questions with a whisper, pinning himself to you, his erection pressed against your bare skin. You nod your head, unable to speak but he gives you a “tsk”
“Ah..ah…use your words. Tell me how much you want this old man's dick in you,” You could feel your entire body heat up at the teasing tone dripping from his words.
“Please, James, fuck me…I need you in me so bad,” You felt almost pathetic as the words spill out, your voice more desperate than you had wished. He gives you a cocky grin, leaning down to press an open mouthed kiss against your collarbone. He grabs your breast, his thumb swiping over your nipple before he does the same with it, giving it a sloppy kiss. You throw your head back against the glass at the sensation, your body shivering under his touch, practically calling out for more.
“Jump up,” James tells you firmly, his hands gripping your waist tighter. You jump up a little and he helps lift you up enough for you to wrap your legs around his waist. You tightly grip his shoulders as he presses you further against the glass.
“You sure you're not too old to do this?” you question him, a small amount of genuine concern but also wanting to tease him. He gives you an annoyed look, his features darkening as he leans his face closer to yours.
“Ooh..you're gonna get it now, baby,” He grunts before lining himself up and immediately plunging himself deep into you. You let out a high pitched squeak, the sensation and the pain from him stretching you overbearing. You could feel every bit of him throbbing against your walls.
“You're gonna take it like a good girl aren't you?” James growls in your ear, his words more of a demand than a question as he snaps his hips again, drawing another loud noise from you. The pain between your legs was almost unbearable but it felt good…so good. You could feel just how wet you were getting, it was practically dripping down the both of you as his movement picked up. You held on to his shoulders like your life depended on it as he pounded into you, your moans spilling out louder than ever.
You used to hate groupie, never understanding why they would do such a thing but as he fucks you against the window you finally understood. The feeling of him was addicting, a slight power boost surging through you as you think about the fact that he chose you.
“ah…fuck James,” You cry out, brain going blank under his touch. You wanted to bite your lip or bury your face against him to keep yourself quiet, the noises spilling out of you were almost embarrassing. James clearly enjoyed them as he watched your every move, an arrogant smile plastered on his face as he continued to hammer his hips against yours. Your legs tighten around his waist, your body quivering as your orgasm hits you hard, you practically scream his name, grabbing at him as if you were drowning. His movements come to a stop as he pulls out of you, gently letting your legs fall to the floor. He holds your trembling body up with his as he leans down to your ear, nipping at it again.
“Get on your knees, I want you to taste yourself on me,” He murmurs against your neck, slowly lowering your weak legs to the floor in front of him. You could still hardly think as you sit against the cold ground, shivering. James' large hand grabs a fist full of your hair, making a makeshift ponytail as he urges your head forward.
“Open wide, babygirl, I wanna cum in that pretty little mouth of yours,” you rest one of your shaking hands on his thighs, looking up at him as you open your mouth, taking him in it. He lets out a groan at the feeling of your tongue swirling around his swollen head. You push him further into your mouth, his large size already causing tears to prick at your eyes. You gag a little, trying to breath through your nose and stay calm as you suck him off, keeping your gaze locked with his. The feeling of your throat muscles contracting around his girth makes him let out another drawn out groan.
“You're such a dirty girl you know that…fuck…I don't even know your name sweetheart…just-oh- just gonna call you a naughty girl,” His words only encourage you, you bring your hand up, massaging his balls lightly as your tongue continues to taste him. You could feel his dick throbbing and twitching, his dirty talk getting replaced by strangled moans. You bob your head against him a few more times, tears rolling down your cheeks right as he busts his load against the back of your throat, causing you to gag again. He pulls your head back harsly, not wanting to cum in your mouth any longer but wanting to watch it drip down your face and breasts. With his other hand he jerks himself off a little more, pulling every last bit he had out of him and onto you. He keeps his gaze locked with yours the whole time, his stare and actions heating up your entire body.
As you sat there you were sure he had ruined you for any other man, nothing could ever come close to this night. He lets go of his heavy grip on his cock and brings his fingers to your body, watching it smear his cum over your skin. He scrapes a small amount up with his two middle fingers before shoving them into your mouth. You let out a small moan as you grab his wrist with both hands, keeping it in place as you suck his semen off of his tattooed fingers. Another smirk crossed his face as he watched you. He slowly lets go of his grip on your hair and pulls his fingers out of your mouth.
“Let's get you cleaned up sweet thing,” His words and gaze were soft, a stark contrast to just seconds prior. He disappears for a second before returning with a warm, wet washcloth. He gets down on his knees in front of where he had left you on the floor. He gently wipes his filth off of your face and breasts.
“You got your phone on you?” He questions as he finishes wiping you off. He tosses the washcloth to the floor next to you, grabbing your chin lightly as he speaks.
“It's in one of my pockets,” You speak quietly, your voice rough from your loud moaning and his dick against your throat. He nods his head, reaching over to your pile of clothes and digging through it for your phone. He hands it to you before speaking again.
“Tell your friend you're not gonna make it back to your room tonight.”
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justmeinadaze · 4 months ago
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Inescapable Part 2 (Steddie X You)
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A/N: Yes I stole the Jack Skellington thing from Fargo and yes I'm aware its not Halloween but I need this damnit so :D.
Warnings: Older (Early 30s) Prisoner Steddie (Daddy Steve and Sir Eddie) & Young (Early 20s) Fem Sub college student Y/N, SMUT, Dom/Sub dynamics, home invasion role-play, degrading, light slapping, spanking, choking, overstimulation, DP, LOTS of dirty talk, squirting, aftercare, I think I got everything. This is all consenting and a safe word is established.
ANGST, they did break out of prison to see her, the do play with her a bit (taking pictures to show they're watching), they do get jealous and she does what she can to egg that on (brief), cliffhanger ending because I'm me and I love yalls reactions😈 😉.
Enjoy!
Word Count: 4095
Chapter 1/ Tip me <3
How? They can’t… Are they just trying to intimidate me? Scare me? What…
Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell startling you three feet in the air. After hastily hiding the letter in one of your drawers, you tiptoed to the front door and breathed a sigh of relief when you saw your friends on the other side. 
Gathering some chairs, you all sat outside as the evening began and you prayed none of them would notice how on edge you were. With every snap of a twig or smell of cigarette smoke, your head would quickly turn in that direction to see what was coming for you. 
Normal people would have been scared at the thought of two convicts threatening to appear at their house but you’d be lying if you didn’t say you were excited to see what they had planned until you remembered they were stuck in a cell and your head would hang. 
“What’s wrong, Y/N? You look sad.”, one of your friends asked as he tilted his head to find your eye line. 
“Huh? No, I’m just tired. With school, work, and everything else…I just need a break.”, you giggle as you try to brush off his worry. 
As the boy nodded, his palm reached out to pat your thigh but when it lingered the disgust that filled your eyes was replaced with curiosity. If they really were watching, they would hate that this boy was touching you but more than anything they would be pissed you didn’t push him away. 
Without fully weighing the consequences, you grabbed his hand and threaded your fingers between his. The boy smiled before scooting his chair closer to yours.
I shouldn’t be doing this… There’s no way they are even here to see me doing something I shouldn’t be. Fuck what the fuck is wrong with me…
“Hello.”
A small child dressed like Woody from Toy Story smiled your way as he held out his little pumpkin for you to give him his candy. 
“Trick or Treat!”
Grinning, you gave him two pieces of chocolate and he beamed right back before handing you a red envelope. 
“What’s this, sweetheart?”
“Jack told me to give this to you.”
“Jack?”, you ask but the little boy just giggles as he runs back to his group of friends. 
Continuing to smile, you shake your head as you glance over the piece of paper he gave you. There were no distinguishing markers or anything indicating who it was from. Finding a couple of Polaroids, a shaky breath leaves your lips when you turn them over. 
Within the photos were images of you from outside your window putting on your dress for the evening. Rising to your feet, your eyes scanned around the neighborhood in search for any sign of them or anything that stood out but all you saw were kids and adults trick or treating. 
“Y/N? Are you—”
Powerwalking into your home, you made a beeline for your bedroom as you looked around and found nothing. 
“Y/N? What’s going on, baby?”
“Don’t call me that, Justin.”, you snapped, slightly annoyed that they had successfully rattled you. 
“I’m sorry. I just…I know you’ve been through a lot these past few months with Derek, the internship denial, and then overworking yourself. I’m here if you ever need anything.”
You needed something but it wasn’t anything this man could give you. However, he may be able to help facilitate what you actually needed…
Roughly grabbing the collar of his jacket, you brought his lips to yours hoping he didn’t feel the cringe in your face at the fact that he tasted nothing like Eddie or Steve. Justin’s hands went to work, pulling your waist to his as he backed you towards your kitchen counter and lifted you onto it. 
The sound of something crashing pushed you two apart and you quickly ran outside to see your friends giggling as someone had drunkenly fallen out of his chair and broke the glass in his hand. 
Nervously laughing, you leaned against one of the cars and wiped away the stray tear that had fallen. 
“Ok, guys. I think I’m worn out for the evening.”
“Oh come on, nana.”, one of your friends teased. 
“No, no. I have a class tomorrow afternoon.”, you lied.
Smiling, they helped you gather the chairs, placing them back inside and you watched as everyone left but Justin lingered behind.
“Do, um, do you want me to stay with you? We don’t have to do anything. You just seem a bit jittery.”
“I’m ok but I do appreciate the offer.”
Your friend seemed to buy your smile and you watch as he gets into his car and disappears down the street. As you turn to head back inside, something on your windshield catches your eye. With a shaky hand you grab the Polaroid that was stuck under the wiper and turned it around to see the image of you making out with Justin on the counter in your kitchen. Underneath were big bold letters written in black marker.
“Bad Girl.”
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Running through your home, you double checked to make sure every window was locked and bolted your front and back door shut. You weren’t going to make this easy for them and as the adrenaline coursed through your veins you couldn’t help but smirk. 
This is the most alive you had felt in so long.
“Come on, boys! Is that all you got!?”, you shouted into the void. 
A knock on the back window made you jump before sprinting in that direction as best you could in your dress and bare feet, annoyed when no one was there. The lights in your house abruptly turned off and you squeaked as you realized you were now at a disadvantage. 
Tiptoeing backwards into your living room, your calves hit something hard making you wince when you realized it was your coffee table. Something fell in your bedroom down the hall and you quickly ran to the front door with the plan to cut around outside to your backyard but as soon as you turned the handle you were met with a tall, broad figure donning a Jack Skellington mask. 
Fear froze you only for a moment before you tried to slam the door in his face but he blocked it with a loud slam of his palm and you turned to run towards your bedroom to hide. After shutting and locking the door, you turned in circles debating on where to hide, finally deciding on your closet. 
He’s not trying to bang in the door. Why isn’t he trying to come in?
As soon as you opened your closet door, you got your answer as another figure in a Ghost face mask wrapped his arms around you and covered your mouth as you tried to fight him. With little effort, he dragged you with him as he let his friend in who had been waiting patiently on the other side. 
Casually striding forward, the man invades your space and removes his Jack Skellington mask to reveal Steve underneath. 
“H-How?”
Calmly smirking, his strong fingers pinch your cheeks as his forehead presses against yours. 
“You don’t speak unless you’re spoken to or you need to say ‘Red’ to stop. Do I make myself clear, little girl?” 
When you didn’t immediately respond, he pushed your head against the other man’s shoulder who ripped off the Ghost Face mask revealing an equally annoyed Eddie.
“If you want tonight to go smoothly it’s best to say ‘Yes, Daddy’ or ‘Sir’ when you’re asked something and do what we fucking say.”, he growled between clenched teeth. “Now, was what Daddy said fucking clear?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Fingers threaded roughly through your hair and pulled back. 
“Not to me, little girl! To him!”
“Yes, Daddy, I fucking understand!”
“So is this what you’ve been doing with your time, huh. Trying to get your needy hands on any fucking man you can. First the picture you sent us making out with some asshole and now we see you dry humping some asshole in your kitchen. Fucking whore.”
“What picture—”
Steve’s palm collides with your cheek making you gasp. 
“I’m sorry. I don’t remember asking you anything.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy.”
As his angry eyes scan you over, he chuckles as he notices your wiggling in Eddie’s arms start to become less forceful. 
“You don’t even remember sending that polaroid to us do you, little girl?”
“No, Daddy. I’m sorry if I hurt you.”, you mumble as a tear falls down your cheek. You genuinely never wanted to hurt them. 
“Don’t worry, little girl. You’re going to make it up to us.”, Eddie declares before pushing you to your knees between them. You watch with wide eyes as they pushed down their prison sweats and their cocks spring free. The anticipation of the evening had them hard the entire time they spent watching you and as your palm barely makes it around their girths, they hiss and breathe a sigh of relief at the contact. 
Your lips take in Steve first making him grunt as his palm balances on top of your head. 
“Fuck, Y/N. Do you know h-how fucking long we’ve waited to feel your mouth on us?”
Moving to Eddie’s leaking tip, he groans as your head begins to bob while your hand continues to pump the other man. 
“You can f-finally live out your fantasy, Harrington. J-Just—shit—hold her hair like this and…” Gripping your hair tightly, the metalhead thrusts his hips allowing his dick to hit the back of your throat as you gag and squeeze your eyes shut. “That’s it, fuck, and a little whore like her can really take it.”
Yanking you off him, Eddie practically pushes you onto Steve’s cock barely allowing you time to breathe as he fucks your face. 
“And she fucking loves this shit. Don’t you, baby?” After bunching the bottom of your dress around your waist, he aggressively slides his hand under the waistband of your panties and glides his fingers between your dripping cunt. “Yeah ya do. Say it.”
“Yes, Sir, I love it.”
With a smug smile, they take turns using you till your make up and drool streak your face. 
“Goddamn! Her throat feels so fucking good.” Grabbing your neck, Steve pulls you to your feet as his lips roughly crash to yours while Eddie removes his clothes behind you. 
After placing himself on your bed, the long-haired boy wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you on to him, maneuvering your body until you were sitting directly on his face. His fingers rip at your panties, tossing them haphazardly on the floor before shoving his nose between your folds. 
“Fuck, I’ve been dreaming about eating this sweet pussy till you’re begging me to stop.”
You loudly moan as his tongue licks a stripe through you and your fingers promptly cling to his hair beneath you. A hand suddenly touches your side as your dress is lifted over your head and your eyes meet Steve’s before scanning his naked form. God, they both looked so good. 
“Does his mouth feel good, little girl?”
“Y-Yes, Daddy.”
Pinching your cheeks, he glared your way but his eyes soften as they drifted down your neck to your breasts and to your tummy. Sweat was sticking to your skin as your hips rolled and you mewled, shuddering against Eddie as you came. 
Wrapping his arms tightly around you, the metalhead held you still as he continued to devour you. Tears fell down your face as you continued to cum on his tongue but he wouldn’t allow you to leave. You squirmed to get away from him, succeeding only for a moment when you pulled his hair a bit too roughly and he let you go. 
As you fell onto your stomach on the mattress, Steve reached over and pressed his palm against your shoulder blade to hold you down and spank your behind. 
“Hey! Where the fuck are you going? We aren’t even close to done using you.”, he growled as he spanked you again much harder than before. “I would have thought a little slut like you would have wanted to cum on his face some more.”
Lost in his need for you, Eddie pulled at your ankles and lifted your ass till you were exposed for him. 
“O-Oh fuck!”, you groan as he gradually guides his cock into your aching core. 
“How does she feel, Munson?”
He didn’t verbally respond but his palm yanked your hair so your back was against his chest. 
“Fuck, sweetheart. Your pussy is just squeezing my dick. Y-You like this don’t you? Bad little girl letting us stretch out her cunt. I-If someone caught us, you’d be in so much trouble.”
“Oh my god.”
Eddie’s hips slammed into yours and your head leaned against his shoulder as his palm clung to your throat. 
“We—fuck—we jerked off to this moment so m-many times, baby. Do you still want us to fill up your little pussy?”
“Y-Yes, yes Sir, please.”, you whine as his cock continues to punch into the spongy spot inside of you. 
“Beg me, Y/N. Beg for my cum.”
“P-Please, Sir. Please fill me up. I need it!”
You don’t see it but Eddie winks towards Steve as he pushes your face back into the mattress and pounds into you till your body shakes and the coil snaps. As you wait to feel the metalhead’s release, the other boy roughly lifts you off the bed and places you on top of him as he lays back flat with his head on your pillows. 
“Wait, but—”
Fingers wrap around your throat as Steve pulls you down till your nose is to his. 
“What, little girl? You thought after everything you’ve done that we would just give you what you want? You thought you could get away with it because we were locked up, didn’t you?”
“Y-Yes, Daddy. I’m so sorry.””
“Not yet but you will be. Now…put my cock inside that little pussy.” Releasing his hold on you slightly, he allows you to move just enough to lower yourself down onto him, both of you groaning as he sheathes inside you easily. “Goddamn it. You’re so fucking tight. Don’t move…I just want to feel you…shit.”
Your head fell back as you did everything you could to not move your waist. You could feel him deep inside you and any little twitch had him hitting that now over stimulated spot inside you making you desperate to cum again. 
“Hey. What the fuck did I say?! Don’t. Move!”, he growled as he spanked your ass again hard.
“Oh, Steve, you can’t blame her. Little slut like her is just so desperate especially with a cock so close. Right, baby? Say it. Say you’re a desperate little slut.”
“Please… I want to cum.”
“Now she wants to cum. She was just running from it earlier!”, Eddie scolded as he pressed his face to the side of yours. “You wanna cum again you listen to what we say. Good girls do what they’re fucking told.”
“I-I-I’m a desperate little…little slut…” 
At your words, Steve’s palms hold your hips and guide your movements allowing you to grind against him. 
“Good…good girl. We’ll make you deal, Y/N. If you cum again on Daddy’s cock, we’ll fill you up just like you want. We can do it at the same time…” As you bounce harder on top of him, Steve’s hands roam your body and roughly knead your tits. “Has anyone ever taken you here, sweetheart?”
At Eddie’s question, he guides one of his fingers inside of your ass and it takes all of his friend’s energy to not cum on the spot when he watches your mouth fall open in a silent moan as you come undone.
“I’ll take that as a no.”, he chuckles. 
“N-No, Sir. C-Can…fuck…can I have water please?”
After nodding, you watch as he disappears out of your room and Steve searches your bedside drawer before producing a bottle of lube. As you wait you can’t help but reach out to run your palm delicately down his chest. You could feel his eyes watching you as you traced the faded scar just below his neck and down to the darker ones on his side. 
When Eddie came back, he threw his body in front of yours and handed you the glass you asked for, thanking him, and chugging it back. His scars were much darker but like Derek said in his interview with them, they were similar to Steve’s. Just as you had with him, your fingers traced fading marks and every tattoo you passed with fascination. 
When your eyes met his chocolate ones, you rushed forward to capture his lips with yours and without hesitation he took you in his arms, cupping your face to bring you as close to him as possible. 
Mewling, you sink down on to his cock, capturing his own moans on your tongue as you roll your hips. When you freeze, Eddie’s waves tickle your face as he looks behind you to see Steve lathering lube between your cheeks before stroking it along his length. 
“Remember, just say ‘Red’ if you want to stop.”, he whispers.
“Yes, Sir.”
Straddling his knees over Eddie’s thighs and your feet, Steve exhales and guides himself gradually inside of your ass. Your nails abruptly dig into the metalhead’s shoulders as you bury your face into his neck. 
“Hey, hey. You’re doing so good, princess. Look at me, pretty girl.”, he coos as he lightly but firmly tugs at your hair. “There she is our beautiful girl. Are you alright?”
“Hurts, Sir.”
“Do you want to stop?”
“No, Sir.”
Next to your ear, you hear him run his tongue along something before a jolt of electricity runs through you as his thumb slowly circles your clit and Steve inches a bit more forward. 
“Fuck—Good girl, honey. I’m almost…I’m almost all the way in…you’re doing so good.”
“I love you both…so much…I’m so sorry for hurting you…trying to make you jealous.”
When Steve’s hips connect to yours, you shudder as his breath ghosts your shoulder. 
“We—mmm—we love you to, Y/N. Fuck, Ed, I’m not gonna last long.”, he quickly pants out as he hangs his head and does small thrusts to allow you to get used to them both inside you. “Are you ready, baby?”
As you nod your head, Eddie pulls on your hair again a bit more roughly and you know what he wants. 
“Yes, Daddy, I’m ready. Please…I need you both.”
The metalhead’s arms hold you to his chest and Steve’s fingers dig into your hips as they both pump into you in the same rhythm turning you to jelly as you melt into their embrace.
“That’s it, sweetheart, fuck you feel so good. Taking us so fucking well. Who do you—mmm—who do you belong to, little girl?”
“Y-You and…and—fuuuuuck—”
A palm wraps around your throat, pulling you till your nose was squished against Eddie’s.”
“Finish that fucking sentence. Who do you belong to, Y/N?”
“You and Steve.”, you moaned.
“Say it louder, whore, so we know you fucking understand.”, the man behind you growled roughly as he pressed his chest into your back, pushing him impossibly deep inside you. 
“I belong to Eddie and Steve! Fuck, harder, please.”
Both men thrust aggressively into you, Eddie holding you flat against him as Steve’s palm gripped your headboard for more leverage.
“Some…something’s happening…” Your body shook as an overwhelming feeling of pleasure coursed through you and the rubber band in your belly snapped. 
“Oh my God.”
As your arousal warmed him, Eddie grunted loudly in your ear as his pace faltered and you felt him warm your insides. Steve soon followed, circling his arms around you and clinging to your slightly limp form as he emptied inside you. 
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You weren’t sure how long you were asleep for but you woke up to the soft feeling of their lips and fingers roaming your skin. When your eyes found Eddie’s in front of you, he gently smiled your way before rolling out of your bed and comically falling to your floor making you laugh as Steve shook his head behind you. 
Bouncing to his feet, the metalhead collected you into his arms and waited for his friend to finish getting the shower ready. After the three of you climbed in, you watched them as they exhaled pleasantly at the water pressure.
Opening your different soaps and shampoo, they inhaled each and every one, even the ones they didn’t use as if trying to capture your different smells in their memory. 
Lurching forward, your arms wrapped tightly around Eddie who promptly tangled his fingers in your hair as he pressed your face into his chest. You immediately felt it within his energy…he didn’t want to let you go and you didn’t want him to. 
Steve gently but firmly pried you two apart, turning off the shower, and guiding you out to dry you off. After placing you on the edge of the bed, he found one of your shirts and playfully pushed it over your head with a big smile that you tried to return but struggled through the tears that were beginning to fall. 
As they began to reach for their prison uniforms on the floor, you couldn’t stop yourself as you ran to grab what you could of their clothes and hugged them to you as you pressed your back to a corner. 
“Please…”
“Y/N, we have to go back. This was for one night.”, Steve sighed as he tried to sound authoritative.
“Make it longer.”
“How? By putting you in danger? Your name is in all our visitors logs and the guards fucking know you by name, Y/N. If we don’t go back, this will be the first place they look.”
“Then let’s leave, Eddie! We can go to Canada or Mexico.”
“And you’d give up your dream of being a lawyer? Just like that?”, Steve responded sternly. “No. We’ve been accused of ruining plenty of lives. I won’t actually be guilty of one.”
“That’s my choice to make, Steve. I can be a lawyer anywhere. Plus, Dustin Henderson and his girlfriend are good with computers. I’m sure they can do something to help.”
At their friend’s name, both their eyes darkened as Eddie took a confident stride towards you.
“If we find out you asked them to do anything, Y/N, I swear to God. Like Steve said, we won’t be responsible for ruining more people’s futures.”
“How Martyring of you, Edward.”, you spit. “It’s ok for your futures to be destroyed as long as everyone else is fucking happy. What about me?!”
“Do you think we want this, Y/N?! Do you think we actually want to leave you?! We spent everything, fucking every cent we had to come be with you tonight! It fucking kills me that we can’t fall asleep with you and hold you. That we have to go back to that bullshit with actual murders and men who have done unspeakable things but… we have to. We have to do this right, honey.”
Sobbing, you slide to the floor and they follow you down, kneeling in front of you. 
“I love you both so much.”
Steve pulls you to his lap, rocking you back and forth as they try to comfort you. 
“Hey, sweetheart. We don’t have to leave until 6 am and it’s only two. How about we lay with you till you fall asleep, baby?”
After nodding, they tuck you under the covers and you promptly lay your head on Eddie’s chest while Steve cuddles your body to him and kisses your shoulder. 
“I love you, Y/N.”, the metalhead coos as he kisses your forehead, his heart breaking as you continue to quietly cry. 
“I love you to, pretty girl.”, the other man tries to sooth as his fingers caress your skin. 
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February 5th, 1998
Eddie and Steve, 
I’m sorry I haven’t answered your calls. 
I know after our last visit you both were really worried about me. 
There’s something I’ve been keeping from you… I lied. The prison doctor who looked me over after I passed out did find out what was making me nauseas and dizzy. I thought it was stress but…
I’m pregnant. 
What…what are we going to do?
I’m scared. 
--Y/N
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takenbypeter · 11 months ago
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Hii! I just saw Wonka for the first time and I loved it, everything was soo good I’d love to request something. Could I request something with Wonka x fem!(or gn)reader in which reader comforts him after everything goes wrong with his shop? He was so sad and it broke my heart when he said that his mum didn’t show up and everything was just a stupid dream, I wanted to give him a hug so bad. Feel free to ignore this if it doesn’t inspire you ofc, have a great day 💞
I Believe In You
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Willy Wonka x reader
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Love love love this request💖sorry I suck at angst but I hope you still like it 
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None of you could’ve ever predicted what just took place. 
Melted chocolate and burned candies surrounded all around as you stood there in disbelief. 
The crowd that quickly grew to love Wonka’s chocolates turned on them just as quickly. All because of something that wasn’t even his fault. 
You, along with the few others who helped, stood, unsure where to go from here. Noodle ran to Wonka trying her best to motivate him, but Abacus gently encouraged her to give him some time before he left. Then Piper left, and one by one the others followed. 
You stuck close to them, about to take your own departure and leave the chocolatier to his own thinkings, but you stopped in your tracks giving it another thought. You couldn’t just leave him there. It wouldn’t be right. 
So back you walked and you parked yourself beside him. 
You sat there noiseless, as you were unconfident of your next words. What do you say to a man who’s lost so much. 
“Willy this is just a minor setback,” you start. 
“No it’s not. This all is just some stupid dream and it didn’t even work. She didn’t even show up.”
Your brows furrowed together, the crease between them deepening. You know grief is difficult and different for everyone, no one reacts the same way and you knew Willy truly believed his mother would appear. Although you didn’t know Willys mother personally it broke your heart to see him like this. 
“She wouldn’t break a promise,” he whispered more to himself with his eyes downcast. 
You made a little, hm, noise pondering on your next words, “…maybe this wasn’t the time.”
Willy’s eyes finally raise, meeting yours and although they still hold emptiness in them you can spot the tiniest glint of curiosity. 
“Think about it. Things went wrong, horribly wrong. I mean it could not have gone any more wrong,” you said getting louder with every sentence and Willy couldn’t help but spit out a single self deprecating laugh at how true your words were. 
“So maybe this wasn’t the time…we try again and when things are right it will happen,” you say sounding more positive than you expected yourself to be, “she will be there. Maybe not in the way you think, but she’ll be there.”
“And what if she’s not.”
“And what if she is.” You said raising your brow in questioning. He seems to mull your comments over. 
“If not for yourself, do it for Abacus. Do it for Piper; Chucklesworth, Lottie, Noodle…do it for me. You have touched all of our hearts. You make us believe in our own dreams because you’re so passionate about yours. Even if you have to start everything all over again we will be right there starting over with you. So just…don’t give up. Please.”
Willy peers up at you, his expression still disheartened. He knew you meant well and he appreciated you for that. It did help to know he had a group of capable people following behind him. 
Willy loved making chocolate, that is a fact that would never change. The way his chocolate affects people is beyond all imagination. But to start over, especially after he disappointed you all. He wasn’t entirely sure if he could do that again.
You wait patiently as he sits there in thought. “Willy,” your hand rests on his giving it an assuring squeeze. “I will be right here with you.”
Willy finally expresses an appreciative smile while he turns his hand in yours, squeezing it back. 
With his cheeks a bit rosy from either the embarrassment he felt or the warmth of encouragement you gave him, he says, “it’ll take some time.”
You nod, “then it’ll take some time, that’s fine. Whatever you need.”
Willy didn’t know exactly how it would all workout but he could tell you truly believed it to be true and because of that…he started to believe it too. 
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Feel free to request more Wonka pics I love this man!!!!!
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mosaickiwi · 4 months ago
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After reading your Ren/Angel writings (love them all ❤️)an idea poped up. Mc doesn't like the taste of artifical cherries so they avoid eating any cherry flavored candies. Ren knows this. But somehow Mc notices Ren seems to secretly love cherry candies so Angel surprises them with a variety of cherry candies 🍬
💝 Wondering how they find out hmm. Cherry scented cologne hidden in the bathroom? Ren taking 0.25 seconds longer than usual to pick a little treat in line at the grocery store? Detective Angel is on the case...!
14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI
💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤
Very Cherry
The rustling of plastic bags was unmistakable as you opened all the things you'd bought, but [REDACTED] dutifully kept his eyes closed. You accidentally knocked one bag over and sent a few lollipops careening off the table with a loud clatter. A few fell into his lap. He pretended not to notice.
“Y’really don't want any he—”
“No!!” you quickly interrupted him, already picking the candies up. “It's a surprise.”
Finally, after discarding a few damaged goods, the bowl you'd set before him was full. All sorts of colorful sweets were piled together. Gummies, chocolates, hard candies and more, each with a cherry flavor to them that you were certain he’d love.
You made a face at the pile, but thankfully none of it was for you to snack on. “You can open your eyes,” you said, but changed your mind immediately. “Wait! Wait—” You ran around to sit opposite of them at the table. Seeing his reaction was all you could think of for the past few weeks. “Okay, now open them.”
Their eyes opened, neither shocked nor surprised, but excited nonetheless. “‘Was wonderin’ what y’were buying all this candy y’don’t even like for. Seemed like too much for the kids at the library.”
“Hey!” You didn't expect him to admit to stalking your internet history. “I thought you'd learn to stop snooping by now. Act surprised, or else.”
They grinned before doing their best soft and shy Haruko impression—a mockery of an act they'd long since dropped. “O-Oh, a gift? You're so sweet, Angel!! I can't believe you bought these for me. I promise I'll treasure it!”
You rolled your eyes, but answered with sincerity, “You're worth every cent. I like seeing you happy, Ren. And I like making you happy.”
“Shit…” [REDACTED] muttered and rubbed at his jaw, almost at a loss for words. “I... Thank you. Really.”
In spite of the genuine blush forming on the hacker’s cheeks, you could tell he had mixed feelings. Of course they'd be grateful for anything you gifted him. But if it was something that you were open about hating, the item in question would be avoided altogether. Regardless of his own feelings on the matter. It was a strange tendency they couldn’t really let go of just yet. 
Encouragement, and a little pleading, would do the trick, though. 
“I worked really hard to find all of these. And I was looking forward to seeing your face when you finally had some,” you said, practically pouting at them, your chin resting in the palms of your hands. “Just a bite?” 
Both the statements were true. Since you couldn't stand the flavor you thoroughly scoured all the online reviews before enlisting the pickiest of your friends to taste test, then repeated it all to find candies that suited him. Enough to get a wide variety. So the results from all that effort were very important to you.
Incapable of ever refusing the smallest request, your partner grabbed a wrapped candy at random from the bowl. It was a half moon shape, and a bright shade of red with a white line along the round edge. Kiara had suggested that one—but only after telling her all the expensive candies she sent would use up a huge chunk of your budget. 
You chose to keep that information to yourself as he carefully unwrapped the gummy candy. Any mention of another person would no doubt sour his mood.
[REDACTED] held the candy up to their lips, and instead of eating it whole, they took the tiniest nibble you'd ever seen. Still, his face lit up at the first sample. He took another tiny bite, then another and another. As if he couldn’t decide between savoring or devouring it completely.
“Do you like it?” You leaned forward on the table, relishing in his reaction. 
He swallowed to answer you right away, putting the candy—with not even half of it missing—back in its paper. “Yeah. ‘Like it a lot, actually.” 
The bowl’s many candies crinkled as you fished through it to pull more of the same type out. “They have a sour version, too. I'm sure you'll like that one even better,” you said. In the small pile of half moons you made, there were a few speckled with white sugar. He took another. “I'll order some more so you don't have to eat them like… that.” 
“‘M not trying t’save ‘em,” he mumbled, though the delicate way he unwrapped a sour gummy and started nibbling again like a hamster said otherwise. It was a fascinating sight, if not completely silly for the man decked head to toe in black clothes, intimidating accessories, and silver piercings. You had to keep yourself from giggling and he insisted again. “Really, Angel. I jus’ wanna be able to thank you properly when I’m done.”
You smiled at their consideration. All too easily, you could imagine your face scrunching up at the cherry taste sure to linger on your boyfriend's tongue if he kept indulging. “I'd still kiss you even if you taste awful,” you teased.
As if to test your confidence, he popped the candy into his mouth and watched you pointedly. They took their sweet time to chew it, giving you time to reconsider the idea while he fiddled with a lollipop from the bowl.
Your nose wrinkled as the faint cherry smell finally wafted over, the fruity scent stronger than you anticipated. “... Maybe only on the cheek, though.”
He noisily stood from his chair, and you knew right away he was leaving to brush his teeth.
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clanwarrior-tumbly · 1 year ago
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can you do mike schmidt x reader with abby trick-or-treating?
NOTE: This takes place after the movie
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"Come on, slowpokes! Keep up!"
"Abby, don't go too far!"
"Relax, Mikey. She's just going two houses over. There's other kids already there. See?" You calmly pointed out the decorated home that Abby was rushing towards, disappearing into the crowd of kids who complimented her costume.
She was dressed as her "friend": a yellow version of Freddy Fazbear complete with a mask she painted, a yellow undershirt, and a black vest that was a tad bit too big for her.
Curiously enough, she removed one ear from the mask and covered one eye with black paint. But it didn't bother either of you too much, thinking she wanted to do something unique and creative with her costume.
Considering everything that happened at Freddy's Pizzeria, you were surprised that she wanted to dress up as one of the characters at all.
Yet neither you nor Mike recall ever seeing a "Golden Freddy". Not even backstage.
But you did, however, meet a golden Bonnie...and the person wearing his suit was none other than the bastard who murdered those poor children, including Garrett.
You just hoped their souls were finally at peace now, and that William rotted away in that suit, never to be found again. It was a rather fitting punishment--the perfect karma someone as sadistic as him.
Sometime later, you started dating Mike after you both officially quit that job, found something new to save his home from eviction, and helped him regain custody over his sister (Doug was more than eager to write you both off as her legal guardians).
He still had his nightmares, of course, that now involved visions of a decayed Springbonnie suit chasing him through that same forest. But you were always there to wake him up, cuddling together and helping him fall back to sleep without needing to down a bunch of pills.
He's genuinely been trying to depend on them less and less. Abby notices it, too, and has incorporated you in her drawings now, standing beside her happy-looking brother.
It's her own way of saying "thank you", and you accept it wholeheartedly.
When Halloween rolled around, you and Mike got too work decorating the house, surprising his sister after you picked her up from school. She did mention how he used to do the "bare minimum" before you came along.
And by that, she meant that Mike only ever put a jack o'lantern outside, a bowl filled with cheap candy, and a sign that said "take one".
Well this year...you made sure to buy better candy bars for the kids this year and add the finishing touches to the outside of the house. After that, you both took her trick-or-treating.
While she was occupied at the current house, you and Mike stood back to admire all the decorations and other costumes people were wearing.
"I honestly thought that whole near-death experience with the robots would've scarred her for life, but...she's been doing better." He remarked. "A lot better. It's like nothing ever happened."
"Well..she did help those kids find justice. They never knew their killer was standing right in front of them..they just needed that little push to finally recognize him."
"I'm surprised she hasn't told the whole story to her teacher yet."
"...because she knows we'd probably get some phone calls about that." You chuckled lightly, squeezing his hand.
Then you noticed Abby leaving the house, running down the steps and about to cross the street to reunite with you-
"Hey, hey, hey." Mike let you go to put both hands out, and she stopped in her tracks, mere inches from the road. "What did we talk about before we left the house, Abs?"
"...look both ways before I cross the street?"
"Exactly."
Huffing, she quickly glanced to her left and right, deeming it safe to cross. And only then did she resume her sprint, removing her mask once she was in front of you. "[Y/n], look at all these chocolate bars I got so far!"
You looked into the pillowcase, nodding in agreement. "Wow, you did get a lot! I sure can't wait to gobble them all up when we get home." A coy smirk appeared on your lips, watching her eyes widen in shock.
"Nooooooo, they're mine!" Protectively holding the sweets to her chest, she pouted and looked to Mike for help, yet he simply shrugged.
"I dunno, Abby.." It was hard for him to hide his own smile. "[Y/n] and I gotta make sure they're safe to eat, so we're gonna take one bite of every single bar-"
"Now that's just cruel!" She stomped her foot.
"We're only joking, sweetie." With a chuckle, you ruffled her hair, watching as she put her mask back on. "I think the next street over has a little haunted house maze. Do you wanna go check it out?"
She perked up and nodded in response, heading down the sidewalk with a spring in her step. You linked arms with Mike and followed her, looking around at the rest of the decorations.
But your eyes soon lingered on your boyfriend's soft brown ones, and he gazed back at you for a few moments. "What?"
"Nothing." You shook your head, smiling lightly. "I'm just...glad to be with you."
"So am I." He kissed you on the cheek. "Thank you, truly..Abby deserves a good Halloween."
"I think we all deserve a good one."
Unbeknownst to the three of you, there was a peculiar figure standing across the way. He was hanging out near the trees, almost perfectly blending in with the surrounding darkness so that nobody else could notice him:
A large mechanical bear with dirty yellow fur, one ear, and one glowing blue eye, smiling fondly at Abby and her costume.
It's good to see that she had not forgotten.
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