#jill roberts oneshot

[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

Movie Night // Jill Roberts

request: “Could you do Jill roberts scream x female reader that figures out she’s Ghostface earlier than she’s supposed to”

“Could you do a jill roberts scream x female reader where reader is hanging out with Kirby and jill gets jealous”

“Could you do kill roberts x fem reader”

prompts: none

summary: a simple movie night with your best friend kirby soon turns murderous after a few phone calls

warnings: murder, slight jealousy, manipulation (sorta)

word count: 1.1k

a/n: i hope it’s okay that i combined these requests! and i know the requests said fem reader, but there’s not really any indication of gender anywhere so i hope that’s alright!

You screamed loudly, jumping from the shock. The popcorn in the bowl you were holding now covered both you and Kirby. Freddy Krueger had just killed yet another person, but you kept getting scared every single time. Only now, your jumpiness just cost you your popcorn.

“Y/n! You are not allowed to hold the popcorn during a horror movie anymore!” Kirby said, grabbing the bowl from your grip in an attempt to salvage the little bit left in the bowl.

“It’s not my fault! I’m just jumpy. I mean, can you blame me?” you replied, grimacing at your own words.

“You mean the murders?” Kirby asked, no longer laughing at you.

“Just forget it. Let’s go back to the movie.”

You turned your attention back to the screen, only to be interrupted by Kirby’s house phone ringing. Groaning, she got up and walked over to answer it.

“Hello?” she said, annoyance in her voice.

“Enjoying your movie?” a distorted voice answered.

“Trevor? Is this you? Jill’s not here so go be obsessive somewhere else.”

“What are you watching, Kirby?”

“Nightmare on Elm Street. Why do you care? I already told you that Jill isn’t here.”

“That movie’s kinda scary, don’t you think? Are you sure you can handle it?”

“Bye Trevor!” Kirby said, hanging up the phone.

She walked back over to the couch and plopped down next to you, turning her attention back towards the movie.

“What did Trevor want this time?” you asked.

“He was weird. Just wanted to know what we were watching. Didn’t even say anything about Jill.”

“Are you sure it was him?”

“His voice sounded the same as it did last time he called. All weird and distorted.”

“He needs to get over Jill already. She’s moved on. And I am so much better than he is.”

Kirby laughed, falling silent afterwards to continue watching the movie. A few minutes later, you were watching from behind your hands, wanting to block out the gore on the screen in front of you. You usually could tolerate horror movies, but with everything happening recently you could barely stand the sight of them. The only reason you even agreed to watch the stupid movie in the first place was because it had been forever since you had hung out with Kirby. Hanging out with one of your best friends was worth suffering through a horror movie.

You heard a ringing, and practically jumped three feet in the air, only to realize it was just your phone.

“It’s Jill, can you pause real quick?”

“Yeah sure,” Kirby said, reaching for the remote to stop the movie.

“Hello?” you said, answering your phone.

“Hey babe, enjoying your movie?” Jill replied.

“How’d you know we were watching a movie?” you asked, slightly alarmed.

“I can hear it in the background,” Jill blurted out.

“No you can’t. It’s paused.”

“Oh, right! What I meant was, you told me earlier today that you were going over to Kirby’s to watch a horror movie. Remember?”

“I never said that. I just told you we were hanging out. I never mentioned a movie. Jill, what’s going on?”

“Nothing, I must be getting mixed up. I mean with everything going on lately, it’s a mess.”

“You’re not answering me Jill. How did you know we were watching a horror movie?”

“Uhm, I- uhm,” Jill stuttered.

Before you could say anything in reply, a crash sounded from upstairs. You and Kirby froze and looked at each other. No one else was home. At the same time the crash sounded, you heard a very similar noise coming from the other end of the phone call.

“Jill? Are you here?” you asked. Before you could get an answer, Jill hung up on you.

“Y/n? What’s happening?” Kirby asked, looking about as terrified as you were.

Even if it wasn’t Jill, someone was definitely in the house. But the more you thought about it, the more things started adding up. Kirby always getting random calls whenever the two of you hung out without Jill. Jill’s repeated survival from the killer. And now all of this. You felt your heart race as your mind came to the conclusion. Jill was Ghostface. She had to be. It all made sense now.

“We have to get out of here, right now,” you said, pulling Kirby off the couch and heading towards the door.

“What’s going on?”

“Look, I’ll explain when we’re somewhere safe, but right now we just have to-”

“Going somewhere?” Jill said, appearing at the bottom of the stairs.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, staring at your girlfriend with fear in your eyes.

“What’s it look like I’m doing? I just wanted to join in on movie night. Is that so bad? You know I don’t like it when you hang out with other girls.”

“I know, Jill. I know what you’ve done. You thought you could hide it from me, but you slipped up. How could you Jill?”

“Well, it was quite easy actually. I had to find someone good at following instructions, Charlie, and then get him to do all the dirty work. I just had to star in it.”

“You’re crazy! Come on, let’s get outta here!” Kirby shouted, turning to run out the back door, pulling you along with her.

Jill pulled out a gun and shot Kirby before she could get away, and turned to point the gun at you.

“You weren’t supposed to find out this way. Well, actually you weren’t supposed to find out at all. But, now you know! So, the question is, what are we going to do about that?” Jill said, walking closer to you.

You tried to back away, tripping slightly on Kirby’s body, before you walked into the counter. Jill had you cornered. You tried to reach for a knife, but it was no use. They were too far away, and you had nowhere left to go.

“You have a few choices here, babe. One, you try to fight me and end up with a bullet in your head. Two, you try to trick me into trusting you, slip up, and end up with a bullet in your head. Or three, you stop fighting, and join me and Charlie, and you don’t end up with a bullet in your head.”

You looked into Jill’s eyes, seeing nothing there. The love and light behind her eyes were gone, replaced with complete darkness. This wasn’t the girl you fell in love with. The girl standing in front of you was someone else entirely.

“So, what do you say? Are you with me or not?”

tags: @cheyp420

[reginageorgesgirlfriend3020]

Jill Roberts adores you! (Part 8)

"Baby". Jill said.

"Hmm". You said. You started to wake up.

"I'm back". Said Jill.

You mumbled something and said "Goldfish".

Jill laughed. "I love your sleepy voice". She said to you.

"Come on baby. Let's go to bed". Jill said to you.

"Noooo". You whined. "Cant we sleep here?"

Jill chuckled. "Come on babe. We can sleep in my bed. It's more comfortable. And my chest is yours to sleep on". She said

"Do you promise?" You asked

Jill smiled. "Yes. I will hold you so tight while you sleep"

You smiled. "Yay!"

Jill walked with you to her bedroom.

You got in the bed and under the covers.

Jill got in the bed with you and held you

"Goodnight baby". Jill said

"Mm". You said

Jill is super possessive

Like so possessive over you you're all she thinks about

She always has her eyes on you

She doesn't mind wrapping an arm around you when Sidney is around

When Kirby calls you Jill asks who you're talking to

When you wanna go for a walk she asks where you're going

Even in school Jill gives that creepy teacher that evil stare death glare

Like 'Look at my girlfriend the wrong way and you wont live to see your grand kids!!'

Sometimes you think Jill is a bit of a stalker because

She has many pictures of you on her phone

But really she wants everyone to know you're HER girlfriend and you belong to her

You never ever thought you'd fall in love with Jill

And you'd never thought she'd fall in love with you

But when you and Jill kissed it was like you

Never wanted her to stop touching you and kissing you

When you and Jill are watching a movie downstairs she's always the big spoon

Sleeping next to her makes you feel safe

Even Sidney says you and Jill are super adorable together

When Trevor tried to scare you because you drank his ginger ale and ate his potato chips

He dressed up as ghostface

You ran. You grabbed a bat and

Screamed "Me and Jill love each other!! Leave us alone!!!"

One ghostface said "But we wanna have fun with you"

You swung the bath hitting one ghostface on the shoulder as one went down in pain

The other ghostface you destroyed his knee cap

"Aaaaagggghhhgghhh!!!!!!" They both said in agony

"Baby!" Jill said "What happened?"

You took off both their masks

"Charlie? Trevor?" Jill said

"Agghhhh my shoulder!!" Charlie yelled

"My fuckin knee cap!!" Trevor yelled

"Oh. Sorry". You said

Jill smiled. "Remind to never play a prank on you". She said

You giggled.

Jill loves you with all her heart

With every fiber in her being

Loves when you give her a lapdance

Loves to see you dressed in some sexy lingerie

She always wanted to ask you because

She says you're the most beautiful and prettiest woman shes ever seen

Her cuddles are everything to you

Tells you she loves everyday

[bipstargirl]

❝Jill's love language❞

feel free to request any headcanon here 🠒 headcanons list

★ compliments boosting confidence: Jill thrives on compliments and positive affirmations from you. Whether it's praising her intelligence, creativity, or sense of humor, hearing kind words bolsters her confidence and makes her feel appreciated;

★ verbal reassurance: in moments of doubt or vulnerability, Jill appreciates verbal reassurance from her partner. Hearing "I love you," and "I'm here for you," reminds her that she's not alone in facing life's challenges;

★ meaningful conversations: Jill cherishes deep and meaningful conversations with her partner. Engaging in heartfelt discussions about their thoughts, feelings, and dreams allows her to connect on a more profound level;

★ thrill-seekers together: both of you share a love for adrenaline-pumping activities. Whether it's going on adventurous outings, exploring haunted places, or attending horror movie marathons, you bond over the excitement and thrill of these experiences;

★ supportive date nights: Jill plans special date nights to show her love and appreciation for you. Whether it's a surprise dinner at your favorite restaurant or a relaxing evening at home, she ensures that these moments are filled with warmth and care;

★ meaningful symbols: Jill values gifts that symbolize your relationship's milestones and shared memories. Whether it's a piece of jewelry with a special meaning or a scrapbook of your adventures together, these gifts hold a place of significance in her heart;

★ celebrating you: Jill makes sure to celebrate your accomplishments and special occasions with thoughtful presents. Whether it's your birthday, an anniversary, or a personal achievement, she expresses her love and pride through thoughtful gifts.

[l6ndrys]

Could you do a oneshot where reader is around 18-19 years old and they're ghostface and jill roberts younger adopted sibling, and they basically did it for revenge for what happened to Jill (and they wanna carry on her legacy by getting famous off this), and they plan on going after everyone sidney knows, which means they're after any survivor of ghostface. So basically instead of having a whole reveal and quinn and her dad being ghostfaces, it's just ethan and reader that are ghostfaces and they frame Quinn and Bailey but the core 4 and gkirby and gale don't know because they had arrived after ethan and reader were done setting up the "aftermath" of the reveal (yk like they injure themselves purposely, and make It look like quinn and Bailey did it). So flash forward a week or two ethan and reader gather the core 4, kirby, and gale at readers house or apartment, and ethan and reader reveal themselves as ghostface (you can decide whether they lose or not, also can reader and ethan be dating secretly but reader betrays him like Jill did Charlie)

a/n : thank you for the request anon!! i hope you enjoy :D

this fic contains : cursing, mentions of death, stabbing, g*ns, blood, murder, violence, etc!! pls stay safe <3

better than revenge

ethan landry x reader

you sat next to anika, eyes glued to the television screen. the news reporter talking about the film students who you just so happened to have a little, chat, with. you weren't really listening, only hearing a panicked sam telling tara to pack her things. a phone starts ringing, making everyone's heads turn toward the noise. it was quinn's.

"it's my dad" she says, picking up and leaving to go into her room. you looked over to ethan, who was already looking up at you. the plan was working. soon enough quinn was speed-walking around the room, grabbing her coat and keys. she pulls the phone away from her face, "hey i've gotta go down to the station, i'll be back in a bit"

before anyone could say anything, she slams the door shut, clearly in a hurry. soon enough, a photo of quinn's drivers license flashed up on the tv, covered in blood at the crime scene. voices started to murmur around the room, you took this as your sign to leave.

"hey, i'm probably gonna head back to my dorm. make sure my roommate's okay." you say, gathering your stuff. "woah wait, no you're not leaving. we need to stay together." mindy says, leaving anika's grasp by standing up. ethan stands up too, "i'll walk them there, plus we both have econ tomorrow. we can be each other's alibis."

mindy looks at us, suspiciously eyeing us down before sighing, "fine, but if you go missing any other time, i swear to god–" chad cuts her off with an 'okay calm down', turning to the both of you with an apologetic look on his face. you turn to leave, letting ethan grab his stuff, before opening the door and leaving the apartment.

you both walk down the dimly lit sidewalks towards campus, occasionally bumping shoulders. ethan clears his throat, which makes you turn to him, "so what's next?" it makes you wanna roll your eyes, but you turn to him, "next, we frame quinn and her dad. i thought we already went over this?" he just nods, turning back towards the sidewalk ahead of you.

he understood why you were doing this, all for your sister's legacy. but why did you need him? he didn't wanna think too much about it, he was just happy to help you get revenge.

--

tara had told you quinn was out hooking up with some guy downtown, you didn't really know. all you knew was she was out, and could only imagine her dad was trying to solve the case of the murders. you told—no—sent ethan to pay a visit to your friends. since they knew you and ethan were both at 'econ', they could only assume it none other than quinn.

you, on the other hand, were getting ready for your part of the plan in your dorm. you had followed your sister's steps with this one. you plunged the knife into your thigh, grimacing while you twisted it. you just hoped ethan would be on time before you actually died.

you hit your limbs into different types of furniture, making sure bruises would form, breaking anything you could to make it look like you were attacked. you added a slash or two on your stomach and arms, before stumbling to your kitchen. you placed the knife in the sink, making sure to wash your blood off of it before going to lay in your spot.

you honestly didn't even have to fake cry. with how much pain you were in, your tear ducts did the job for you. just then the door slams open, revealing ethan. he looks like he's worried, despite him knowing the plan before hand, as well as putting on the whole nerdy act. you could hear him on the phone, probably calling kirby or someone, saying that you were both being attacked. everything faded to black before you could say anything.

--

it had been a couple weeks since the "incident". with ethan planting all of the evidence pointing to quinn and her dad being the murderers, kirby and gale were having a little 'survivor get together' or so they called it. you offered to have it at your place, since it was already fixed and pretty spacious, considering your roommate moving out after you were attacked.

you were the recent talk of blackmore university, and you were loving it. jill was right, you didn't need friends. you needed followers. and you'd be damned if you gonna let it stop. you needed to be sure to keep her legacy alive, you just had to get rid of the other woodsboro massacre survivors. and your little boyfriend in the process.

which you didn't even know if you could call him that. sure, in another life, another timeline, he'd be your dream guy. but that was another life. not this one.

you held up your glass of what was not wine, but you toasted anyway, "to the survivors," you fake smiled, looking to ethan, who was at the back of the room. he had a look that only you'd seen, and to be completely honest, it was hot.

"though," this caught people's attention, "i don't know if i'd call you that after tonight." confused looks shot over everyone's faces, "what do you mean y/n?" tara asked.

"oh its simple, really. i was tasked with a dying wish. my sister, jill," a look that you couldn't decipher wiped over kirby's face, "was murdered. she wanted to be famous like our cousin sidney. she would've loved social media these days and how easy a sob story can make you famous. too bad she never got to see it."

"jill never had a sibling." kirby said, clearly mad she'd been tricked again. "oh but she did. i came around right before her death. i was adopted and she just so happened to leave behind notes upon notes about herself. a guide, if you will, to go by. don't you think it's time for a little revenge?" you say, looking toward ethan, nodding.

kirby reaches for her gun, realizing it wasn't there. you wave it around, acting like a little kid mocking the other kid after stealing their toy. ethan stabs her, multiple times, leaving her to fall on the ground. ethan knew you had to act like you both got attacked again, putting his arms in the air, letting you know he was ready.

"sorry but there can only be one sole survivor" you whispered in his ear, stabbing him in the chest. you were really following in your sister's footsteps. he looked defeated, having been betrayed but you didn't really care. you needed to find the rest of the fuckers that snuck away.

you dropped the gun for a second, pulling the knife out of his chest. you reach for the gun, realizing it's not there. you turn to see tara holding the gun, "say hi to your sister for me." she says, pulling the trigger, shooting you in the chest. at least you could say you fufilled your older sister's legacy.

--

a/n : THIS TOOK SO LONG BUT I HOPE ITS OKAY IM NOT THE BEST AT WRITING ACTION LMAO ITS DEFINITELY SOMETHING I NEED TO WORK ON!! BUT THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING

[luwritesomething]

I have a request! If that's alright.

Could you do a oneshot where reader is around 18-19 years old and they're ghostface and jill roberts younger adopted sibling, and they basically did it for revenge for what happened to Jill (and they wanna carry on her legacy by getting famous off this), and they plan on going after everyone sidney knows, which means they're after any survivor of ghostface. So basically instead of having a whole reveal and quinn and her dad being ghostfaces, it's just ethan and reader that are ghostfaces and they frame Quinn and Bailey but the core 4 and gkirby and gale don't know because they had arrived after ethan and reader were done setting up the "aftermath" of the reveal (yk like they injure themselves purposely, and make It look like quinn and Bailey did it). So flash forward a week or two ethan and reader gather the core 4, kirby, and gale at readers house or apartment, and ethan and reader reveal themselves as ghostface (you can decide whether they lose or not, also can reader and ethan be dating secretly but reader betrays him like Jill did Charlie)

Also if there's anything unclear in this ask just tell me I can send another clearing up confusion

Hi! I'm so sorry to turn this very detailed (and good) request down, but I do not write for Ethan --- not even platonically. In Scream, I write for Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Randy Meeks, Tatum Riley, Sidney Prescott, Mickey Altieri, Kirby Reid, Chad Meeks Martin, Mindy Meeks Martin, Tara Carpenter, Anika Kayoko and Laura Crane.

You can find all the fandoms and characters I write for here, and my rules for requesting here; where you can see that I have a strict policy of not accepting requests for the characters I don't write for, even if they're very detailed. Still, thank you for requesting, and if you do have a requests for any of the characters I do write for, don't hesitate to send them my way.

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[or fandoms that I am fond of with]

[wanted to make this to show my interests]

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Tips: [ ♡ ] refers to most loved ones for me.

& for movies and tv series I wrote those that I wanted to write a fic about or make edits from them and read stories about them.

lastly, you can request an edit such as wallpapers and icons OR story/prompt/oneshot from these likings such as games [gow, ac, etc.] your wishes always welcome! & requests are open for both edits and stories.

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⋯ marvel/mcu  ⋯

favorite characters: loki, bucky b.[ ♡ ], stephen s. [ ♡ ], peter parker, wanda m.[ ♡ ], ghost rider, deadpool, natasha

favorite movies [mcu]: ragnarok, infinity war, the winter soldier, iron man

favorite tv series [mcu]: loki, wandavision

⋯ dc ⋯

favorite characters: batfam members, especially bruce wayne/batman[ ♡ ], superman, green lantern [hal], doctor fate, zatanna, john constantine

favorite movies:  the batman (2022 and nolan triology)[ ♡ ], constantine, joker

favorite tv series:  the sandman

⋯ games [pc, ps] ⋯

god of war – kratos [ ♡ ], atreus [ ♡ ], mimir, freya, brok and sindri, heimdall [don’t judge me pls, I just loving cocky characters]

detroit: become human – connor [ ♡ ], markus, kara & hank

dying light 2 – aiden, hakon

resident evil series – chris, leon, jill, ethan

assassin’s creed series – ezio [ ♡ ], altair, connor, alexios [ ♡ ] & kassandra, da vinci

other games I like [to play & to watch]: red dead redemption 2, heavy rain, the last of us, uncharted 4

⋯ tv series ⋯

the boys – the boys members [ ♡ ], homelander [poor boy], maeve, soldier boy [very little far from putting the heart because of jensen’s amazing acting]

supernatural – dean, sam, castiel [ ♡ for all of these three], lucifer

other tv series I like/d: lost, obi-wan kenobi, sherlock, house of dragon & got

⋯ movies/movie series ⋯

star wars – obi-wan [ ♡ ], anakin/darth vader [ ♡ ], luke, leia, padme, r2-d2, [din djarin from tv series and ahsoka from animated series]

lord of the rings – nearly every character but mostly: gandalf, aragorn, sauron, galadriel

hobbit – also nearly every character but mostly: smaug, bilbo, thranduil, bard the bowman

other movies & movie series I like to watch for both the storyline and specific characters [there are so many because I am 100% movie lover but I will just write those I want to write about thanks to their characters]: the matrix [♥], twilight [thanks to robert pat.], the chronicles of narnia [ ♡ ], in time, the gentlemen, bullet train

new info will be added/removed from time to time, probably... and I hope you found common interests as me! I wanted to publish this as a personal post and something that you can get some information about me as well! thanks for visit my blog and this post, I wish to find you in my other posts & message section. have a nice day, night & life!  ♡   - rose.

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REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

Headcanons, oneshots and reactions are now open for the following characters! 

Creepypasta

BEN Drowned

Bloody Painter / Helen Otis

Candy Cane

Candy Pop

Clockwork / Natalie Ouellette

Dark Link

Eyeless Jack

Grinny Cat

Hobo Heart

Hoodie / Brian

Jane the Killer / Jane Richardson

Jason the Toymaker

Jeff the Killer / Jeffry Woods

Kagekao

Laughing Jack

Laughing Jill

Masky / Tim

Nathan the Nobody / Nathan Lux

Nina the Killer / Nina Hopkins

Nurse Ann / Ann Lusen Mia

Offenderman

Puppeteer / Jonathan Blake

Sally Williams

Seadeater

Slenderman

Smile Dog

Sonic. Exe

Splenderman

Ticci Toby / Toby Erin Rogers

Trenderman

Zalgo

Disney Villains

Alameda Slim || Home On The Range (2004)

Bill Cipher || Gravity Falls (2012)

Captain James Bartholomew Hook || Peter Pan (1953), Return To Neverland (2002)

Clayton || Tarzan (1999)

Cruella DeVill || 101 Dalmatians (1961)

Dr Facilier || The Princess And The Frog (2009)

Evil Queen Grimhilde || Snow White (1937)

Gaston || Beauty And The Beast (1991 or 2017)

Goob || Meet The Robinsons (2007)

Governor Ratcliff || Pocahontas (1993)

Hades || Hercules (1997)

Hans || Frozen (2013)

Horned King || The Black Cauldron (1985)

Jafar || Aladdin (1992)

Judge Claude Frollo || The Hunchback Of Notre Dame (1996)

Lady Tremaine || Cinderella (1950), Cinderella II: Dreams Come True (2002), Cinderella III: A Twist in Time (2007)

Long John Silver || Treasure Planet (2002)

Lyle Rourke || Atlantis: The Lost Empire (2001)

Maleficent || Sleeping Beauty (1959)

Mother Gothel || Tangled (2010)

Oogie Boogie || The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993)

Prince John || Robin Hood (1973)

Professor Ratigan || The Great House Detective (1986)

Queen Narissa || Enchanted (2007)

Queen of Hearts || Alice In Wonderland (1951 and 2010), Through The Looking Glass (2016)

Scar || The Lion King (1994)

Shan Yu || Mulan (1998)

Shere Khan || The Jungle Book (1967 or 2016), The Jungle Book 2 (2003)

Sykes || Oliver & Company (1988)

Turbo/King Candy || Wreck It Ralph (2012)

Ursula || The Little Mermaid (1989)

Yzma || The Emperors New Groove (2000), Kronk’s New Groove (2005)

Miscellaneous / Anti-Hero’s 

Abraham Gray / Gray || Angels of Death (2018) 

Al Capone || Night at the Museum: Battle Of The Smithsonian (2009) 

Beetlejuice || Beetlejuice (1988)

Black Hat || Villainous (2017)

Cathy / Catherine Ward || Angels of Death (2018) 

Captain James Bartholomew Hook || Peter Pat (2003) 

Cecil / CJ Fredericks || Night At The Museum (2006)

Danny / Danial Dickens || Angels of Death (2018) 

Eddie / Edward Mason || Angels of Death (2018) 

Eric || Divergent (2014-2016) 

Eris || Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Sea’s (2003)

Ivan The Terrible || Night At The Museum: Battle Of The Smithsonian (2009)

Kahmenrah || Night At The Museum: Battle Of The Smithsonian (2009) 

Meg / Megara || Hercules (1997)

Napoleon Bonaparte || Night At The Museum: Battle Of The Smithsonian (2009) 

Peter Hayes || Divergent, Insurgent, Allegiant (2014-2016) 

Ray / Rachel Gardener || Angels of Death (2018) 

Rothbart || The Swan Princess (1994)

Spike / William Pratt || Buffy the Vampire Slayer (1997-2002) 

Zack / Isaac Foster || Angels of Death (2018)

Slashers / Horror Villains

Billy Loomis || Scream (1996)

Bubba Sawyer || The Texas Chainsaw Massacre franchise (1974-1986) (ORIGINAL)

Carrie White || Carrie (1976) (ORIGINAL)

Chucky / Charles Lee Ray || Childs Play franchise (1988-2017) (ORIGINAL)

Chop Top Sawyer || The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2 (1986)

Drayton Sawyer || The Texas Chainsaw Massacre franchise (1974-1986) (ORIGINAL)

Debbie Loomis || Scream 2 (1997)

Freddy Krueger || A Nightmare on Elm Street franchise (1984-2003) (ORIGINAL)

Inkubus || Inkubus (2011)

Jason Voorhees || Friday the 13th franchise (1980-2003) (REMAKE AND ORIGINAL)

Jedidiah Sawyer || Texas Chainsaw 3D (2013) (REMAKE #2)

Jennifer Check || Jennifer’s Body (2009)

Jill Roberts || Scream 4 (2011)

Luda Mae Hewitt || The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2003), The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning (2006) (REMAKE #1)

Mayor Buckman || 2001 Maniacs (2005) (ORIGINAL- So far)

Michael Myers || Halloween franchise (2007-2009) (REMAKE)

Mickey Altieri || Scream 2 (1997)

Midnight Man || The Midnight Man (2016)

Pamela Voorhees || Friday the 13th franchise (1980-2003) (REMAKE AND ORIGINAL)

Patrick Bateman || American Psycho (2000)

Pennywise || It (1990)

Pennywise || It (2017)

Roman Bridges || Scream 3 (2000)

Sheriff Hoyt / Charlie Hewitt || The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2003), The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning (2006) (REMAKE #1)

Stu Macher || Scream (1996)

The Man || Hush (2016)

Thomas Hewitt || The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2003), The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning (2006) (REMAKE #1)

[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

Jill Roberts Masterlist

Movie Night

[reginageorgesgirlfriend3020]

Jill Roberts adores you! (Part 12)

Tries not to be too bossy with you when she takes control of your body

Tries not to be too demanding on how she wants you to make love to her

She’s very touchy with her hands

She loves to press her finger tips on your waist and pull you in for a tight hug

Loves to touch your arms with her hands and pull you in for a kiss. A very sweet kiss

Has no shame in grabbing your ass in public

Or even in school your ass is hers to touch and no one can else can ever look or touch. She’s super possessive about it

She has a soft side too about you

She’s loves to be the big spoon

She’s makes sure you’re warm when she holds you

Is a sore loser when she loses in nba 2K24

But Jill loves it when you win against her

She will hug you and kiss you all over your neck softly

And when she hugs you she will kiss you all over your jaw and your cheek and your lips

Will gently slap your butt and say, “Damn girl! Ahh shit you look cute!” And it makes you giggle.

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Lemon Meringue

a story about pastries, panini’s, pasta, pie, and the boy who knew how to cook them.

a oneshot i wrote for allison for last years summer fic exchange that i dont have on my tumblr 

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Cooking was hard. So. Damn. Hard. A complex art only few could master.

Or at least that’s how Pearl saw it. At the age of 26, the only “meals” she could successfully make were a bowl of cereal, a warmed up pop tart, or a mixed salad with a generous amount of ranch dressing. Nearly every dish she tried to make that needed a fire to cook ended up charred black. She didn’t really mind it though. The General Tso’s chicken from Double Dragon was magnificent, and they delivered, eliminating the need to leave her one bedroom apartment and face the shame of entering the same establishment 3-6 nights a week.

Plus, being able to cook sounded scary - being able to function like a real-life grown-up sounded boring. And Pearl prided herself on not being boring. Sure she was nearing thirty and lived alone with her two puppies, but she also had a kick ass job, a job that left her with stories to tell at every party and jokes to make with every new encounter.

Five days a week, Pearl had the luxury of working at a flower shop. Maybe to some that didn’t seem like the most exciting thing in the world, but the particular flower shop she was head florist at was in the heart of London. Every kind of person imaginable walked through those doors requesting an arrangement to be made - ex lovers, adulterous husbands, secret admires, widows, widowers, proud parents, even the occasional love sick spouse. She saw them all, and knew all their little anecdotes.

Still, she had to admit that even though she could pair the perfect group of flowers to make a beautiful bouquet, she could never cook an egg just right - she’d either cook it too long and burn it to a crisp, or pull it off the heat too early and have it runnier than anyone would like. It was her biggest weakness - not being able to cook for herself.

And her family didn’t let her forget it. At every family gathering, when it was time to make their dinner, nearly everyone joined in at poking fun - her parents, her brothers and sisters, her aunts and uncles. All of a sudden, the family jokes centered on Pearl and her inadequacy.

“Oh no! Keep Pearl away from the stove! She might accidentally turn the burners on and get everything extra crispy.” They’d mock.

“Don’t let Pearl handle the ladle. I don’t know how, but I’m sure she’d ruin the entire meal.” They’d laugh.

It didn’t bother her much, not after it started happening at every holiday since she first attempted to make a meal. It was old news to her. No surprise rushed through her at the joking.

But what did shock Pearl was the gift her twin sister gave her that year for her birthday. Instead of the simple Complete Collection of Films starring Julia Roberts she so nicely requested, she got a plain envelope containing a slip of paper, on it held the details for a four session cooking class. At first glance, Pearl laughed and tried pushing the paper back into her sister’s hand. Her sister wasn’t having that, standing up and moving away, staring her down with a playful smirk. Pearl could just tell by the look in her eyes that it wasn’t a joke, that maybe her sister had expected her to “grow up” a little. Somehow, Pearl just knew she’d be going.

Every phone call they had for the three weeks leading up to the beginning of the Saturday cooking classes, Pearl tried to get her sister to say it was okay if she didn’t go. Her pleading only lead to a stronger case for the opposing argument.

That’s why, in the middle of July, Pearl was clutching a coffee in one hand and a rumpled envelope in another, pacing outside of a bakery. She didn’t think she needed the classes. She didn’t think she needed to put on an apron and learn how to make pasta or casseroles or bread. The only reason she was there was because her sister had paid for them, they were non-refundable, and maybe if she learned how to make a pie she wouldn’t have to spend so much money at restaurants for dessert.

—

It made sense that she was the last one to walk in. Why wouldn’t she be? She was the one who took time contemplating if she should even enter the building, looking in the glass door to see the people gathering, making her seven minutes late.

“Oh, hello!” A man with brown curly hair and wearing a red apron greeted as Pearl finally opened the door and a bell chimed. “Are you here for the class?”

“Ummm,” Pearl knew there was no going back after her answer. If she said yes, the next two hours of her life would be consumed by measurements and chopping and simmering and listening to some teacher tell her how to combine all of that to make a dish. But she didn’t know how to explain away her presence so she nodded, “Yeah.”

“Sick!” The man exclaimed. “Just find an empty counter and we’ll start.”

Pearl took note of the fellow students - three older ladies, probably in their late thirties/early forties, and two men, both well over fifty. Even in this company, they left one of the two front counters empty, leaving Pearl with no option other than to sit directly in front of the instructor and beside one of the ladies.

“Sorry I’m late.” She apologised to everyone while sliding onto the stool.

“No worries. I just finished in the back myself. I had a run in with a pesky soufflé that just wouldn’t go right.” The man, the instructor it seemed, patted down his apron and took a place at the front counter, the one facing the others.

From her spot, she finally had the chance to observe the man without having her staring seem weird. He looked young - younger than her for sure. As he organised his things, he almost looked nervous but at the same time he looked right, covered in flour and hair pulled up into a messy bun, clearly telling the truth about the cooking incident.

“Alright.” He clapped his hands, more to gather his thoughts than to grab everyone’s attention. “First I guess I’ll introduce myself and tell you a little about me.” He said, then looked around to make sure everyone was okay with that. Pearl saw a few nods out of her peripheral vision. “Okay then. I’m Harry Styles. I’ve just recently graduated culinary school and began working as assistant head baker here at Lilly’s Bakery. Lilly is a real nice lady.” Harry smiled, and Pearl couldn’t help but notice how nice it looked. It was the kind of genuine expression of feelings that not even a grump like her could pretend wasn’t special. And dammit if it didn’t have her feeling a little bit less hesitant. “I don’t know if we should go around and introduce ourselves one by one or just get right into the cooking. This is my first class so-”

“Normally that’s how it goes.” A lady from the back interrupted. “It’s polite to learn everyone’s name in the kitchen.”

“We’ll start with you at the front then.” Harry gestured to Pearl. Something about him was so carefree. Pearl had been around him for less than five minutes but still, some lady cut him off mid sentence and his beaming happiness stayed clear on his every feature the entire time.

“Hi. I’m Pearl.” She tried to sound excited. But, truth be told, she just wasn’t like Harry. She wasn’t unhappy per se, or had any problems with the people around her. She was simply at her baseline where friendliness was never her strongest skill.

“What do you do?” Harry was quick to ask, taking her blank gaze as a sign that he’d have to question her if he wanted to know more.

And because her job was where her pride resided, she had no problem lighting up. “I’m a florist.”

“That so cool.” He instantly responded. “I’ve never met a florist before.”

“Must not have been a very good boyfriend then.” She jokingly suggested, watching his eye squint a little at her insinuation. It was just a proven fact that good boyfriends or girlfriends get their loved ones flowers. It made the relationship that much sweeter.

He was opening his mouth to come back at her when Pearl’s neighbor spoke up. “Aw, he looks like quite the lovely young man.”

“I very much am.” Harry’s chest puffed out underneath the apron he wore like a badge of honor, like a Superman emblem was sewn front and center. “No one’s ever complained about my desserts before. They make excellent gifts.”

“Mhmm. Sure they do.” Pearl was sure. But not really. Because flowers trumped whatever kind of cake he could make any day, and she was willing to bet money. The emotion behind a well crafted bouquet held so much more than a few sugary treats.

After a small stare down, Pearl ended up cracking a smile, turning her gaze to look at the lady next to her so everyone would just move on.

Her name was Jill. She was a housewife who wanted to learn to be more technical in her cooking, to impress her family just that little bit more.

Maxine was a doctor who was nearly as quiet as Pearl.

Kathy was the one who had interrupted Harry earlier, but it turned out that she was also in the medical field, a first responder who loved to take classes when she had time off just for some normalcy. During Kathy’s introduction, Pearl couldn’t keep herself from turning her head in Harry’s direction, especially since she felt like she could feel his eyes on the back of her head. Though, she turned around to find him paying all his attention to Kathy.

Pearl played it cool, and didn’t look away from neither William nor Matthew as both men introduced themselves. They were actually good friends that were sent there by their wives so the ladies could have some alone time with the men out of their hair.

“I’ve kind of laid these classes out so that they are set up by the sequence of meals in a day.” Harry drawed everyone’s attention back to the front of the class, back to what they came to do. “As it goes, we’ll start with a breakfast favorite - croissants! And we’ll make them from scratch.”

The idea of learning how to make a light fluffy pastry that Pearl often loved to slather in butter didn’t sound too bad to her. Maybe even convenient. And Harry was already talking a mile a minute about the layers of dough and butter they’d be making and kneading then rolling out before she could even shrug in acceptance. Before she knew it, ingredients were being handed out and all six students were following along to Harry’s simple instructions.

First they were activating yeast with warm water, then adding just one cup of flour to that. All the science that Harry was explaining about what they were doing and what they would do, went right over Pearl’s head, probably everyone else’s too. But whenever he looked up from his mixing bowl, she smiled and nodded like she knew what was happening to the gluten.

Harry pulled out six pre made mixtures he had left sitting so they wouldn’t have to wait for the dough to rise in class, cutting down waiting time. Next they got to do the “fun stuff” - kneading the dough with their hands. Which probably would be a lot more fun if Pearl had remembered to take off her mood ring and kept it from getting embarrassingly covered in dough. Everyone around commented on her rookie mistake, even good ol’ Matthew in the back, who had probably never seen a ball of sticky dough before either laughed about what an “amateur move” it was. Harry reassured her it would all come out of the nooks and crannies of the flower design once it properly dried, holding back his smug grin at Pearl’s genuine frown.

Moving on to the next step of incorporating the big block of butter while rolling the dough in a square-folding method, Harry walked around to each person to offer up assurance. Apparently this was the most important step so that the croissants would end up having millions of layers and that distinctive lightness.

It had Pearl completely stumped. Every time she rolled out her dough, it just came rebounding back, not all the way but enough to aggravate her. And even more so that she had to keep doing it wrong since Harry came to her last.

“Why do you look so defeated?” Harry noted, approaching her counter and seeing her nearly slumping in her stool, half attempting to get the dough to stay.

“It won’t go right.” She dropped the rolling pin and huffed an exaggerated breath.

“That’s because you’re not putting in any effort.” Harry rounded her counter and stood by her side, grabbing her rolling pin and with one strong motion, the dough stuck - or more than it did for her. “You have to put a little muscle behind it.” He rolled again, elongating the dough before finally folding it over and turning it to start again, just like the recipe required. “Here! Try it with more force.” He handed her back the pin and encouraged her to stand up.

Pearl sighed and went for another go, using a little more of the strength she knew she had. Still it rolled back more than it was supposed to.

“Like this.” Harry spoke, and next thing she knew, he had both hands over hers, hip to hip with her, and rolling at her dough together. From an outsider’s perspective, she knew they looked like damn fools - straight out of a cheesy movie where the guy used this moment to lay a smooth pick up line on the leading female character. Something slightly off putting, but not so much that it kept the shiver from running up their spines.

The generic moment they were sharing didn’t stop her from letting him help her, and once she got it and the dough had clearly been rolled enough and Harry didn’t let up his grip, she had to turn away to hide her face because somehow she felt like she was blushing.

To redeem herself, she had to say something, anything to distract Harry from her quickened breath. “I didn’t see you doing this with Jill.”

“Jill is better at this than you.” Harry spoke evenly, right into her ear. It wasn’t a whisper but rather a mumble, smooth and confident. “They kind of all are.” He held on for a second more, then stepped away to catch her scorned expression.

“Hey!” She whined. “That’s not conducive to a learning environment.”

“Sorry, new teacher.” He placed a hand over his chest indicating he was talking about himself, leaving yet another flour handprint when he moved it away.

—

She couldn’t or wouldn’t dare tell her sister that she didn’t hate the class. It would give her too much satisfaction. So when her sister called that night, she shrugged and said, “I didn’t burn the croissants.”

—

That whole not-burning-things didn’t last long, not even through the very next class. In her defense, Pearl got all the way to the end before she completely and utterly turned her panini into a lump of charcoal. She wasn’t sure why, maybe it was the text message she got from her sister, or maybe it was the distracting force that was Harry chopping vegetables up with the other ladies. They were all going for healthy while Pearl threw some chicken she successfully cooked and a handful of shredded cheese on two slices of bread.

Harry was being charming, shamelessly flirting with the ladies, making them laugh and gleam with a certain aura older women always got around young men. Anyone would’ve been distracted by the scene… Well, apparently not Matthew or William, because while they produced two beautiful, edible dishes, a stench wafted through the room. Pearl automatically knew the burnt smell was her doing without even lifting the press. She unplugged it and gave up.

“Awww, honey.” Kathy sympathised, placing her knife down and walking over to Pearl. “Come join us.” She grabbed for her wrist. “We’ll start over.”

Pearl shuffled to the guidance of the wise woman and avoided eye contact with everyone.

“I personally hate these presses.” Harry randomly spoke up without moving from his task at hand. “They’re a bit temperamental so they can really mess you up.”

The ladies nodded, probably also trying to make Pearl feel alright about what happened, and began discussing how all these new appliances were trying to out do a simple pot and pan - the backbone to cooking in their opinion. Harry agreed wholeheartedly. Pearl slowly began to help put her second attempt together.

And that one turned out better, completely edible. Though, that was probably due to Harry’s constant vigilance that he tried to hide from across the counter. Pearl didn’t fail to notice how he was the one to lift it at just the right moment, prompting Pearl to turn it off and scrape the panini from the hot plate.

“You need some help cleaning that one up?” Kathy offered her assistance to Pearl as everyone was filing out of the small bakery, motioning towards the poor, burnt panini press.

“No, thanks.” Pearl stood up and slide her phone into her back pocket. “I was just waiting for everyone else to finish up since I figured it would take a little extra elbow grease.”

Kathy nodded. “I spotted a Brillo pad back there. Take that to the burnt cheese and it’ll lift right off.”

Pearl took that in as she finally peeled the press open to see it completely covered in blackened cheese. She smiled and began her walk to the sink, waving goodbye to the last lady.

She was elbow deep in soapy water, scrubbing the metal, cursing the world when she heard someone approaching. She knew who it was just by the chuckle she heard.

“Ha ha ha. Pearl can’t cook. I get it.” She knew she was being self deprecating. She knew she was feeling sorry for herself. But it was better she got it out so Harry’s teasing would just seem redundant.

“You just lose attention easily, I think.” Harry made his way next to her, leaning a hip on the counter and staring her down. The stare wasn’t intimidating, or creepy, but there was something behind it. Like he was studying her, perhaps.

And since Pearl wasn’t one to turn away from anything, hence the cooking class she was attending even though she hated the art, she stared back and slowly replied, “Ya think?”

Harry’s eyes dropped a little to her lips, lingering for a second too long, watching the smirk slide onto them.

“Need help?” He coughed, and looked away to the soapy water.

“Wouldn’t want you to work too hard.” She teased, turning away from him. Pearl was proud of herself for the obvious effect she had on the young man. She knew she was beautiful - not in a cocky way or in a way that left her using it as a weapon, but in a way that allowed her to run around this world confidently and with a poise attitude. And if that let her trip up a cute boy or two, she didn’t mind, not really.

“Okay.” Harry sounded taken aback, as if the fact that she stared at him in that way and then didn’t fall weak at the knees was completely bizarre. He hopped on the counter next to her, and even though it was a little clumsy, he spoke with a smirk in his voice. “I’ll stay right here and admire the view then.”

Pearl rolled her eyes and kept scrapping at the pan with her metal sponge, blowing at her wispy hair when it fell in her way.

Slowly she was getting it clean. After about 10 minutes, and minimal comments from Harry, she was drying it off and wishing to never see it again.

“But you’re learning a lot from my class, right?” Harry concluded as he followed Pearl to the exit, needing to close up shop once everyone was gone.

“Oh tons.” Pearl stopped near the register so she could face him. One thing about Pearl was that if she was going to take a jab at someone, she preferred it said to their face. “Like how to burn something like a panini in a panini press. Or how to clean said press after.”

Harry shook his head. “Again, it’s your attention span, not my lessons.”

“Maybe I’m just in a distracting environment.”

Pearl raised her hands to gesture towards the bright pink walls with tiny little cupcakes on them, or the displays of cakes towards the storefront. Harry got another idea though, puffing his chest out just that much more, biting his bottom lip to suppress (or possibly highlight) his grin.

“I do look good in an apron, don’t I?” He patted down his body, covered by the red, messy apron, so sure in his flirtation that Pearl almost felt herself enjoy it. She definitely liked flirting, that wasn’t in the question. She just didn’t like to be the one to get flustered first and grin like an idiot.

“Eh, I don’t think it was the apron.” Pearl contested.

“Yeah, but it was me so it’s still a win on my part.”

Pearl rolled her eyes while shaking her head, “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“How could I not be flattered when someone like you almost destroys an appliance because of my apron?”

Pearl didn’t know much about Harry, but she was starting to grasp bits and pieces of who he was.

“You’re a dick, you know that?” Pearl was tempted to crush his foot with the heel of her boot for insinuating such false things.

“Next class I’ll make it up to you.” Harry leaned in closer and attempted to charm, seeing himself as being on a roll. “I won’t give the other ladies any attention just so you won’t overcook your spaghetti.”

“Spaghetti?” Pearl perked up. Halfway because she loves pasta. Halfway because of the change of topic.

“We’re doing a classic spaghetti and meatball.”

“I don’t hate the idea.” She stepped one step closer to the door.

“Yes! Point for Harry!” He exclaimed, fist in the air.

And with that, she’s out the door, trying to shake the flutters the dorky, cocky, flirty boy gave her.

—

At work that following Monday, she arranged six bouquets for varying funerals, three to be sent off to a hospital, and one with a note that said “if you could just love me again, everything else would fall into place”.

The only saving grace of such a sullen work day was the fact she had packed her own lunch - a panini with chicken and tomato.

—

The spaghetti was boiling, and everything was going fine. For once, Pearl didn’t feel on constant high alert near a pot of roaring water. She was able to be like everyone else and listen to Harry’s instructions on how to shape the meatballs just right without having to keep one eye on the pasta.

She was feeling confident. All she had to do was cook the meatballs - making sure they weren’t too raw, or too well-done. Then she’d place them on top of the noodles she strained, and cover it all with the sauce she had already made. She wasn’t sure, because maybe it was all a fluke, but she figured it didn’t taste too bad.

So the pressure was really on to cook the meatballs just right. She was just staring at them - or through them into another realm where cooking wasn’t like learning trigonometry - when Harry approached her.

“You ready to cook those or are you still trying to win this staring contest?” He grinned when Pearl broke her concentration to glare daggers at him. “Op, you lose!”

Add that to the list of things Pearl was discovering Harry was: goofy, always trying to get a laugh, cheeky more often than not.

She rolled her eyes, because what else could she do at the boys brightness, and tried a pleading smile of her own.“Ehhhh, see, I’m thinking maybe you can cook them for me?”

“And why would I do that?” Harry looked shocked at her offer, as if it wasn’t obvious that she killed all the food she touched, as if he couldn’t see the hesitance in her eyes.

“Um, maybe so I won’t burn them and ruin all the hard work I’ve put in for the day?” The slip of that honest question made Pearl realised her front - the one that said I don’t give a fuck about this class - was actually just a front. Somewhere along the way, she started to care if she could actually be able to replicate any of this in the real world, away from all the other students and the young teacher who was better than his years should’ve allowed.

Harry kind of seemed fed up with her self deprecating ways. He was there to see her burn a glorified cheese toastie, but that didn’t cause him to lose faith in her, causing him to sigh and place a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “That’s not going to happen, Pearl.”

“How do you know?” She genuinely wanted to know.

“Because you’re going to focus on what you’re doing.” He let his hand drop from her. “And if not, I’ll be here to turn the fryer off before they crisp up.”

Pearl exhaled a large breath, then turned the pan on, waiting for the oil to heat up just enough. It started to hardly crackle, and one look at Harry assured her it was time to place the meat in the pan. She watched diligently, not looking away when she wanted to, when Maxine and Jill were making jokes or when Matthew and Kathy complimented each other’s dishes. She stood and watched, turning the meatballs when the underside browned.

About five minutes later, she pulled them off the fire. They looked done, though she could cut into them and find the insides still raw and be completely disappointed in herself.

“What do you think?” She held the pan out to Harry. He kept his hands still behind his back, not saying a word but giving a reassuring head nod. “Alright? Cat got your tongue?” Pearl teased as she turned back to the noodles.

With great finesse, she placed a tongs-worth of pasta onto the plate, then the meatballs, then a generous ladle full of robust tomato sauce. Finally, now that she could, she looked around the room to see everyone else done and enjoying their food. It felt good to be done too, even if she took longer than everyone else. This crowd didn’t really care about that kind of thing anyway, too busy talking about the 80’s or like, the Great Depression or something.

“Well then?” Harry nudged her elbow with his own, gesturing with his eyes to the spaghetti and meatballs.

“Alright, alright.” She picked up the fork, going straight in, cutting a meatball in half to find the inside wasn’t still pink, but browned all the way through. Placing a bite inside her mouth, with equal parts of all the components, it wasn’t an unenjoyable experience. Dare she say, it was even good.

“Shit.” Pearl let out once her mouth was no longer full. “That isn’t half bad. Taste it?” With excitement, she handed off her fork to Harry.

He took no pause in eating some, nodding along as he chewed. “Not half bad at all, Pearl.”

At that point she just couldn’t help it, too giggly and impressed with herself to hold in the squeal that was destined to be released. And then, out of fucking nowhere, she was wrapping her arms around Harry’s shoulders for a celebratory hug. Harry was quick to respond, laughing so pleasantly and holding her middle tight, barely lifting her feet from the ground.

Off to the side, where the other students sat, loud clapping and whistling sounded. Pearl backed out of Harry’s arms, her grin not leaving even if she felt like it should’ve. Pearl wasn’t one to feel shame - not for successfully cooking something and definitely not for hugging someone when she wanted to.

And if the rosey cheeks and dimples Harry was sporting was any indication, he wasn’t one to feel it either.

—

“Where is everyone?” Pearl questioned, entering the bakery that was completely empty except for Harry, who was sitting on his stool, going through what looked to be a recipe book.

He looked up and smiled. “The guys rescheduled for next weekend, Maxine got called in for work, Jill had to take her son somewhere, and Kathy got sick. They’ve been calling throughout the week and dropping like flies.” Something about his face read disappointment, but then a shrug of the shoulders washed that away.

“Aw, that’s sad.” Pearl puffed her lip out, thinking about the four older, lovely people she had grown a distant but unique bond with over the last month. “I won’t see them again.”

“I’m sure you will. The next time you take one of my classes will be a perfect time.” Harry closed his book and rounded the counter, standing next to Pearl.

Pearl shook her head. “I’m not so sure there will be a next time.”

“Is that right?” Harry faked offense, to which Pearl nodded with a straight face. “Well I think you’ll change your mind after today.”

“Oh? And why’s that?”

“Pie.” He said, lifting up a pie pan in one hand and a rolling pin in the other.

And that was something she could get behind, definitely one of the main reasons she convinced herself to go to this class in the first place. She couldn’t keep a bland expression at the concept of her being able to make her favorite kind of dessert. When he told her what kind they’d be making, she tried to pretend she wasn’t jumping for joy on the inside.

Side by side, Harry talked her through each step of the pie making process. They started with a crust, mixing the ingredients slowly as to not make it too crumbly. Once it was just combined, Harry urged her to use her hands to flatten the dough before rolling it out. This time she didn’t need Harry to cheekily wrap his arms around her so it would go right, it just did on it’s own. With much care, she carefully put the pie crust into the pan and into the oven to bake it while they made the filling.

That part was a little more complicated. It required heating lemon juice, zest, dry ingredients, and water in a saucepan until it boiled. Once it did, she had to “temper” the eggs and pour them into the mixture. After a little bit, it thickened and Harry made sure she pulled it off of the heat. She poured that into the crust Harry had removed from the oven, and then all that was left was making the meringue.

That required whipping four eggs until they became foamy. Harry kept warning her to get the “peaks” just right so they would brown in the oven. She kept telling him to do it himself if peaks were so important to him. He didn’t, and shut up as she kept whipping.

Before she even realised it, Pearl’s first pie was browning in the oven and they were cleaning up the mess. Together, it didn’t take too long.

The pie was done quicker than she had assumed it would take. And Harry was cutting slices out of her first lemon meringue.

Again, that anxiety of it tasting awful washed over her, but after one bite, she had to pat herself on the back. Sure it wasn’t the best pie this world had ever seen, but she was impressed. And just like before, Harry did a slow nod after taking a bite, probably something he learned from his teachers at culinary school.

“Well, the meringue could’ve been stiffer.” Harry judged through his bite of pie. “Other than that, not bad.”

Pearl caught the innuendo, even if it wasn’t meant to be one.

“Oh, the peaks weren’t stiff enough for you?” Pearl questioned from the other side of the counter, watching the boys eyes lower to pie that sat between them.

“Not quite.” He barely moved his head left to right.

“Do you flirt with everyone you teach?” She let her hips rest against the bench of the counter, not being able to resist the look in her cooking instructors eyes - something that said he couldn’t resist the look in hers.

“I try, but the other ladies weren’t as receptive.”

“I’m not receptive.”

“Then why are you leaning in?” He moved his eyes down her body, her body that was nearly bent over to be closer to him even though the counter was in the way.

Pearl coughed and backed off, noticing that maybe she was being a little too forward, that maybe she wasn’t thinking everything through. “You’re a little too young for me, don’t you think?”

“What do you mean?” Harry backed up too, but just to walk around the counter and get even closer than before, and with nothing obstructing his path this time. “There is no way you’re that much older.”

Pearl rested her hand on one hip. She wasn’t for sure they had a huge age difference, but she knew she had a few years on him. “How old are you?”

“Twenty-two.” He said without taking a beat.

“I’m an entire high school experience older than you.” Pearl exclaimed. Four years didn’t seem so much to her, not really, but normally boys younger than her didn’t even appear on her radar and here she was fixated on the rough red lips of this one.

“Oh god, four years.” Harry placed one hand over his mouth, acting like he said a curse of some sort and regretted it dearly. “Should I call life alert now?”

And then Pearl was laughing, fed up with his smart mouth, but simultaneously enjoying the way it looked when he cracked some dumb joke.

“Shut up.” She demanded, pushing him away by the shoulder.

“No seriously, I wouldn’t want you to break a hip and not be able to get help.” He recovered lost ground, inching closer and joking all the while. “Maybe we should look up those automatic chairs that can ride you up a flight of stairs. Do you have stairs in your flat?” Pearl wouldn’t dignify that with a response. “But seriously, Pearl.” Harry shook his curls. “Four years is nothing at our age.”

“I don’t know.” Pearl pretended to think it over. Really, she kind of made her mind up when he started bringing up her hips. “I’m quite the cougar, aren’t I?”

“I’m not opposed.” Harry took a step.

Pearl grabbed at the sides of his apron, holding them just to have something in her hands. “I bet you are, culinary master.”

“I’m glad Jill isn’t here to hear you talk so dirty.” He murmured with a playful grin.

“The sad thing is, that probably is dirty talk to you.” Pearl kept her volume low, matching his as they moved just that much closer, now so close they could almost taste the pie on each other’s lips.

Harry shrugged, unashamed for who he was, licking his lips like a tease. Pearl couldn’t hold it back any longer, the curiosity too intense to play this game. She slotted their lips together in one quick movement.

Harry tasted just like she imagined - sugary and tangy, equaling out to be just right. It was intoxicating in every sense of the word, making her feel so high she wasn’t sure she’d be able to stop. Good for her, Harry didn’t seem to want to slow down any more than she did, sliding his tongue slowly into her mouth when she let her lips part invitingly, sliding his hands underneath the bottom of her shirt to better grip her hips.

Pearl took that as a sign for wanted closeness so she pushed her body flush against his, wrapping her arms around his neck. A moan escaped her involuntarily when Harry hooked her knee around his body and sat her on the flour covered bench. That action alone was enough to drive her crazy, making her yearn for a taste of every part of Harry’s skin.

She was nipping at his collarbone, untying his apron - the damned thing that could only look so good on a beautiful boy like him, when Harry stopped her hands. “Maybe we should… cool it?”

“Cool it?” She whispered out between warm bites.

“Yeah. Sex at the place that I work and the counter I make cupcakes on isn’t quite up to health code.” That fact looked physically painful leaving Harry’s reddened mouth.

As much Pearl didn’t really want to stop, she knew they had to, or at least for now.

“So then where would it be acceptable, culinary master?” Pearl smirked, hopping off the counter and skimming her hands up his torso, then around his waist, retying his apron so he could retain that last little bit of professionalism.

He tangled their fingers together and whispered, “Follow me.”

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Jill Roberts adores you! (Part 2)

Loves the way you have the giggles

When you have the giggles she cant help but smile at you

Charlie Walker had a somewhat crush on you but you told him he wasnt your type and that you are a lesbian. Jill overheard you

Jill smiled at you hoping she's your type

Charlie grinned. "Would you like to swing the other way for a night?" He asked

You looked at him uncomfortably

Jill noticed it and ran to you. "Excuse me pepperoni face". Jill said to Charlie. "But (Y/n) doesnt like you that way! So, get lost, K? Thanks". Jill said

Kirby gave Jill 2 thumbs up as she saw what happened.

"Well fuck you then (Y/n)!" Charlie yelled.

Jill saw you give Charlie the middle finger. Jolly and Kirby laughed.

"Thanks for coming to my rescue". You said to Jill.

Jill smiled at you as she gave you a hug. You hugged her back.

"You welcome. And nobody is gonna mess with you as long as I'm here". Jill said to you.

And from that moment you felt safe with Jill.

Jill loves how you love to dance dancing is one of your favorite hobbies

Jill cant dance but will try just because dancing makes you happy

When Jill took off the mask you were in shock.

"Jill?" You said indisbelief.

"You...You're ghostface?" You asked.

Jill nodded. "Yeah. Every guy who ever tried to flirt with you including Charlie and his best friend...I've killed them all. I did it for the fame. But mostly for you". Said Jill.

You just listened to her. And you looked at her. You remembered your self defense training. "You know you could've just asked me out and I would have said yes". You said. "Jill. I..."

Jill reached her arms out to you and just hugged you. You hugged her back. "Will you still go out with me? Will you be my girlfriend?" Jill asked you.

"No". You said. And she stabbed you.

And then.....

"Hellooooo! Earth to (Y/n)!" Said Jill.

"Huh? Oh. Hi Jill!" You said. You realized it was just a daydream.

"You know, you two would make a cute couple" Said Kirby.

You and Jill giggled.

She loves how you're her baby.

Calls you her beautiful lady all the time.

Loves to gives you hugs and cuddles and kisses all day when it rains.

Shes an amazing lover! You fall asleep in her arms after sex with Jill.

And you love how she sleeps over at your house a lot.

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Jill Roberts adores you! (Part 10)

She loves when you help her cook dinner

On Tuesday nights you help her cook spaghetti with meat

Jill doesn’t want you to have any celebrity crushes

She says it’s not loyal and it’s disrespectful for you to have celebrity crushes that are not her

So she wants to be your only celebrity crush

She wants to be the only person you daydream about

And the only girl you fantasize about

She loves being rough with you during sex

She hates being all romantic and sentimental towards you during sex

She wants to give it to you rough

You have to beg her to take it easy and slow down

When she uses the strap on she’s looking to tear your vagina in half going deeper inside you

She can be a romantic at heart

Her protective nature you find it to be cute when she protects you from Charlie Walker

She said to him if he continues to flirt with him she will slit his throat

She loves the shit out of you when she kisses you all over and hugs you tight

When you saw her you said “Baabbyyy!!”

And Jill smiled. “Hiiii Babyyyy!!”

You ran to her and jumped into her arms with your legs around her waist as she held you

She adores you so freaking much she loves being your girlfriend

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Jill Roberts adores you! (Part 7)

It was officially one week til prom then high school graduation

The week flew by

You went to the prom with your girlfriend and also took Kirby

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom" Said Kirby

"Okay" You and Jill said to Kirby

You saw these group of girls that are huge bullies

And Jill saw them too

"Are those the girls that make fun of you?" Jill asked

You frowned. "Yeah"

Those group of girls walked up to you and Jill

"Hi Jill. Super Dyke" Said Kimberly to you

"What did you call my girlfriend?!" Jill said angrily

"Babe just let it go" You said to Jill

"Oh, I'll stab them!" Jill said

"Anywho", said Rhea said (who's Kimberly's best friend) "see you dykes on the floor. That dress looks ugly on by the way!". Rhea said to you

"bitch!!-" Jill said to Rhea

You gently grabbed Jill's arm. "Just let it go". You said

"You're just gonna let them talk to you like that?" Jill asked

You thought about what she said. "No. Not this time". You said

"Kimberly!" You shouted over the loud music.

Kiberly and her group of friends turned around.

"Meet me on the dance floor! You said. "Let's have a dance off!"

Kimberly nodded. "Bitch its on!"

"A dance off?" Jill asked.

"Yeah" You said

You and Kimberly met in the middle of the dance floor

Kimberly danced horribly. Doing the robot dance horribly

Everyone gathered around and

You started dancing showing your best moves

Kimberly tried to dance but she tripped

You were dancing moving your hips and your butt

Jill saw you dancing and giggled

"That's my girlfriend!!" Jill said. "Go baby go!!" She encouraged you

Kirby stood next to Jill. "Damn (Y/n) has got moves" She said

Jill smiled. "She sure does! She's definitely getting laid tonight!"

Kirby laughed.

You crushed Kimberly and everyone surrounded you on the dance floor declaring you as the winner

"Yayyyy!! (Y/n) won!!" Jill yelled happily

Kimberly walked away and so did her friends

Jill ran up to you and hugged you as you hugged her back

"Damn babe!" Said Jill. "I didnt know you had moves like that!!"

You smiled.

"Come on babe. Let's dance!" Jill said to you

You gently grabbed her hand and danced with your girlfriend Jill

After prom you and Jill ordered a large pepperoni pizza and a soda

You and Jill watched Stab and cuddled

Jill adores you even more after she saw you dancing

She loves how Blue your eyes are

Her name for you when she texts you is little spoon <3

Her other nickname for you is sweet sexy thing

When you sleep next to Jill she loves to hold you

When you and Jill take a nap together she loves being the big spoon

And fulfills all her duties as a protective big spoon

She always wanted to take a nap With you

She loves to protect you

Shes an amazing kisser too

Will always kiss you no matter where you and Jill are

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Jill Roberts adores you! (Part 9)

She doesn’t mind listening to your favorite Drake songs with you

She kinda likes Drake too says he’s a good rapper and singer

She always loves to hear about your fantasies and daydreams

Especially the fantasies where Jill protects you

Jill loves to make sure you’re safe

Gets turned on when you use her knife to cut bread to make her a sandwich

She loves to take care of you when you’re exhausted from work

Fluffs up your pillows and puts two blankets on you

And puts you on top of her so she can hold you while you both sleep

When she’s bored in class she will text you

She will even text you naughty things she loves about you

Jill my babe ❤️🔪🔪: Your hips and your butt looks good in those jeans ;)

(Y/n) my babe🍪🥛: Hehehe I’m glad you noticed! I bet you wanna touch me ;)

Jill my babe❤️🔪🔪: Oh, I do!!

She loves that you know how to bake

She’ll stand up for you always

Jill knows you have low self esteem and you have a hard time standing up for yourself

So she will stand up for you and protect you from the creepy Charlie Walker

When the cashier at the pizza restaurant was giving you all these weird looks and stares at you even though he has a girlfriend and a kid

“Hey assshole! Eyes off my girlfriend!” Jill yelled

He gave her a weird look. “What?!” He said loudly

”You heard me!” Jill said loudly

“What are you gonna do about it?” He asked feeling all arrogant

Jill grabbed a customer’s knife and tried to stab him in his hand

“Ahhh what the fuck!!” Said the cashier

“Next time it’ll be your throat!” Jill said and she put the knife back

You smirked looking at your girlfriend

Jill is so cuddly and soft she’s like a comfortable teddy bear when she cuddles you

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Jill roberts adores you! (Part 5)

She loves to give the guys in high school an evil stare

Because she knows what they're thinking when they see you

"It's like every guy is fucking you with their mind. Them and their tiny dicks". Jill said

You laughed.

She wrapped an arm around you claiming you as hers

And protecting you

"What are you looking at Johnson?!" Jill said to him

He smirked at you. "Nothing. Nothing at all". He said

You and Jill walked down the hallway to math class.

You could feel him look at your butt

Jill turned around. "Stop staring at her you creep! Go do that to your whore of a girlfriend!" Said Jill

Johnson got uncomfortable and just walked. "Bitch". He mumbled.

"Wow Babe. You really know how to make a lady feel safe". You said

Jill smiled. She kissed you on the cheek. You smiled and did the same

"Roberts!" Said principal Green. He called Jill by her last name

"No public display of affection on school property! He scolded at her

She rolled her eyes

"Here we are". Said Jill. "Your seat is next to mine. Yayyy!!"

You smiled. "Yay!"

Charlie walked over to where you and Jill sat. He sat next to you

"Sup beautiful?" He said

"No". You said.

He gave you a look

When no one was looking Jill pulled out a knife from her backpack.

And waved in front of Charlie

"See this?" Jill said to Charlie. "Go near her one more time and you wont live to go to the prom!!" Jill yelled.

Everyone including both math teachers looked at Jill

"Jill? Is that a knife?" Mrs. Nelson asked

"No. Yeah". Said Jill

"Principals office...now!" Mr. O'neal said to Jill

Jill groaned

"I'll go with you". You said to Jill

Jill smiled. "Okay"

Charlie laughed at Jill. "Ha! Jill is in trouble!! He said

"You son of a bitch!!" You said. You grabbed your purse and began to hit Charlie with it several times

"Ow!! ow owwww owww owww!!" Charlie yelled

And you walked away

Everyone in the class including both math teachers laughed at Charlie

"Oh whatever!!" He said

"I'm sorry I got you in trouble" Jill said to you

"Dont be sorry. I love being with you" You said. "I..."

"I love you" You and Jill said to each other at the same time

"Here", said Jill. "Let me show you how much I love you".

And you and Jill kissed

You and Jill surprisingly didnt get expelled or suspended but a warning

When Jill kissed you its exactly how you expected it to be

Full of lust and fire

You got up from the chair in the Principals office

"(Y/n) wait!" Jill said

"Yes Jill?"

"Will you be my girlfriend?" Jill asked you

You cried tears of happiness and joy

"Yes!" You said "Yes I will!"

And you and Jill kissed again

When you and Jill started having sex

She loves to put your hands all over your body

And I mean ALL over your body

When you're bouncing on her she loves to squeeze your firm ass

To make you bounce a little harder and moan a little louder

She adores how soft your skin is

She adores hoe smooth your thighs feels against her

You love to sleep on her chest

She adores how curvy your body is

She adores the way you laugh

And how cranky you get when you're sleepy

Jill loves to hold you while you both take a nap tog

Jill loves being the big spoon