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h0unds-of-h3ll · 30 days

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Kissin’ bunnies

The Easter bunny is a little frisky.

Elvis Presley x reader! Fluff.

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: Just some making out, groping and talk of sex.

A/n: “As always I’m sorry for being gone for so long. I am writing behind the scenes but between work and school I don’t have as much time as I used to. However my love for Elvis is unyielding and I’ll always find time for him. “

Bending down placing the perfectly manicured eggs into little pivots on the ground. Your woven pink basket was full of grass paper and decorative eggs. The children from his family and yours came together and worked hard on them. The children stuck their noses to the windows, watching the adults who weren’t talking place the eggs around Graceland. The maids worked diligently to prepare for the late Easter lunch. Whipping up deviled eggs, greens, and sauerkraut. You placed one down every few feet or so along Elvis’s mother’s garden. You always admire her garden that she maintained before she passed. Elvis and her garden were her proudest accomplishments.

You anticipated when Elvis would be making his appearance you hadn’t seen him since church this morning. He announced shortly after the ceremony that he had some business to attend to with Mr Parker and an RCA obligation however the day had grown into the afternoon and Miss Lisa Marie was growing into a feverish tantrum from her fathers departure. She was a daddy’s girl through and through, no matter how hard you persuaded her she never budged. She was a stubborn little lady just like her daddy. You told them no and they’ll find an alternative to get what they wanted.

The little straw hat on your head, blocked the beating hot sun. Springtime had been cruel in Memphis. The church dress around your bare ankles helped the heat simmer to a light sweat. The chickens and horses chattering lightly. Your body is warm with excitement to see Lisa’s sweet little smile. The bottom of your bare feet catches cool soil. You begin to round the end of Gracelands exterior. Bending down and placing one by her tomatoes. As your little fingers leave the egg, you feel your hat fly off your head. You gasped, your hands flew to try to catch it but it was taken by a furry white blur. Looking up you watch a furry foot go behind the wall. You were seeing things weren’t you? Imagining the Easter bunny itself stealing your hat. Your brows furrowed and your mouth turned down into a frown. You lifted from your squatting position and wiped your hands on the skirt of your dress. Leaving your basket half full with eggs you trail after the bandit.

As you stick your bare foot out, you're enveloped into a furry chest and arms. One of them holds over your waist to keep you pressed against the bunnies chest. The other is over your mouth. Your yelp is muffled behind the big paw. Fear strikes over you as you begin to realize that you don’t know who's behind the mask. Maybe it was one of the boys in Elvis’s mafia. Maybe even one of his cousins- still, you didn’t know the intention or who they were. Your poor little hat has been thrown into the dirt. Your back is rigidly straight and surely the bunny is able to feel your heartbeat against your chest. You can hear the bunnies' heavy breathing and hum. What does the bunny want?

“If I remove my hand will you promise not to scream?”

The bunny mumbles behind your ear. Your eyes narrow, trying to place a face to the masked culprit. You give a curt nod. The bunny lets go and immediately you spin around taking the big bunny head by the ears and pulling it off like a scooby doo reveal and throwing it on the ground. You're met with the sweaty face of Elvis with a sheepish smile. You shove his chest and his back hits the outside of the house.

“You scared me!”

He giggles as a bead of sweat runs down his temple.

“I try my best.”

He stands and cups your face with the bunny paws, pinching your cheeks. He puckers his lips out like he’s talking to a baby.

“Make your cheeks all red..”

Your eyes go wide and you swing your arms out to cut him from touching you. He smiles wider. He wipes his brow with the back of the bunny arm. His tan skin pouring sweat like he does after a show. His hair was matted to his face and neck, his sideburns shone with a misty dew. He has a cheeky goofy smile on his face. Those bright blues glistening with mischief.

“It’s hotter than hell bein’ a bunny.”

You giggle slightly at his confession. You can only imagine how warm it is being a faux fur in 100 degree weather.

“You think that’s funny, huh?”

He fakes being angry and stops leaning on the house to grab your hips and push you back where he was. A soft gasp is pushed through your body. He tried his best at tickling your sides to make you laugh but the bunny paws were too much. They felt like pillows feathers. You had to beg him to stop or you were going to pee. He kept saying ‘you think it’s funny’ as a mantra. When he did stop, he took big paws full of your hips and squeezed. Your dress bunching around your waist.

“Thought you had rabies, mister rabbit.”

His eyes are downcasted to your lips. His smile has turned into a light smirk. He shakes his head as a few droplets bead and roll down his neck.

“There's no such thing.”

“Oh yes there is, you remember the bunny Lisa caught and was so proud of. It bit her and we had to take her to get shots and you prohibited any bunnies or rabbits on Graceland properties?”

His eyes glance to the sky and he narrows them as he thinks. You lean up on your toes and whisper into his ear cupping your hands around it to make sure he heard you loud and clear.

“It was also the time you joked about us fucking like rabbits when it’s ‘cillas weekend.”

His wolfish grin returns and he nods.

“That rings a bell actually.”

You smile lightly.

“I’m sure it does.”

Your snarky attitude comes like a wave and he scrunches up his nose mocking you. He takes the back of your head and pushes it to his face pressing his warm plush lips against yours. It’s not chaste and it’s not rushed, it’s slow and methodical. Longing, a yearning of pent up frustration. His kisses hold so much emotion in them, that he doesn’t need to speak how he feels in order to be understood. As he presses his tongue onto yours you taste the lemonade and Pepsi he’s had, the deviled eggs he must’ve begged Minnie for a taste for. You move your body against his as he tends to sway when he kisses. Like his very own choreographed dance. The kiss doesn’t last long but the admiration and attention does.

A cowbell rings and Miss Nancy yells out for the late lunch to begin. He parts and a string of saliva is kept between the two of you. He gives a dopey little smile and kisses your nose.

“We'll finish this little rendezvous later.”

“Only if I see you start hopping around”

He rolls his eyes with a sigh and his hands balled up on his hips.

“You’re kidding satnin’”

You shake your head crossing your arms over your chest. He watches as your cleavage starts to spill over. He groans and points a furry finger in your face with a raised eyebrow and his famous snarl.

“If I hear you tell anybody ‘bout this, I’ll make sure that this is your last Easter.”

You nod swearing it and you can’t help the smile crossing your face, as he puts his arms to his sides and starts ungracefully hopping around. You take a fistful of your dress as you start running back to the front door of Graceland. Yelling like a wild woman, “I kissed the Easter bunny!”

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deirdreskye · 1 year

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Commercial I would produce as an advertising executive:

We see a husband approach his wife in the kitchen and he smacks her on the rear as she's unplugging a crockpot full of buffalo chicken dip. Their friends have turned the dining room table into beer pong tournament and the kids are laughing in the play room. It's Super Bowl Sunday.

This scene of domestic bliss plays out before us. Warm laughter, excited shouting as their team scores a touchdown, the wife steals a kiss from her husband between sips of wine. This must be what heaven looks like.

The doorbell rings and the husband grudgingly puts his beer down to go answer the door. Who could it be?

He opens the door and we see the latecomer: a giant slug the size of a man, wet and pink and undulating.

"You son of a bitch!" The husband exclaims. "We didn't think you'd make it! How the hell are ya?"

The slug gives no reply but the husband brings the creature into a warm embrace, its viscous discharge soaking his shirt. "Aw, hell, man," he laughs. "Say it, don't spray it!"

The slug makes its grand arrival in the living room, leaving a trail of slime on the hardwood floors. It receives a warm welcome. "Here comes trouble!" "They'll let anyone in this place!" "You missed the first quarter!"

We are subjected to a montage of scenes from the Superbowl party.

The kids excitedly dash in to crowd around the creature. "Mr. Wormy! We missed you!" they exclaim, hugging the thing and getting covered in its ooze. Several orifices around the creature's body begin to secrete a dark, chunky substance and the children begin to greedily eat it, their hands and mouths covered in its oily residue

"Whoa whoa whoa, I didn't raise you kids in a barn!" The mother says. "Go get some cups from the kitchen!"

"Yo, Mr. Wormy, you gotta try the buffalo chicken dip. It's to die for!" The husband says. He grabs a dripping handful of the warm orange cream cheese from the crockpot and pushes it into the folds of the creature's flesh.

"Quit bogarting the buff dip, hombre!" "Save some for the rest of us why don't ya?"

"Yo, Mr. W, I gotta use the can but I am NOT missing the game. Help me out?"

A sphincter at the top of the slug's "head" gapes itself open, and the guest drops his slacks and boxers to his ankles and climbs on top in front of everyone.

"Hoochie mama, that dip's even spicier coming out!"

"Just don't leave the seat up. Trust me, you'll thank me for that one when you and Stacy get married!"

"IF they get married, you mean!"

A loud belch is heard from the creature and the room explodes with laughter.

"Alright fellas, the game is over and the kids are in bed. I think we all know what this means!"

"Oh brother," the wife says, rolling her eyes at the other women. "Boys will be boys!"

The men are seen chanting "Wormy! Wormy! Wormy!" at each other as they take turns fucking the folds and sphincters and orifices that line the creature's body.

"Ah geez, Mr. W! Warn me before I fuck a hole with a gizzard stone!"

"Now THAT'S tight! I think my wife could learn a thing or two from you, Mr. Wormy!"

"And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why we used to call Chet the Two Pump Chump!"

As the party is winding down, the men are putting their clothes back on, saying their farewells and getting ready to part ways when the creature starts to heave and convulse.

"You okay, Mr. Wormy?"

Everyone looks on as the creature heaves one last time and a copious amount of murky amniotic fluid begins to pour from one of the creature's holes. The sphincter begins to crown and a human baby is deposited onto the carpet. It has an adult-sized head and the face looks exactly like the husband, goatee and all. It's not moving.

The husband nervously tugs his collar. One of his friends calls out, "Check please!"

The wife comes back from the kitchen holding a roll of Brawny paper towels, a playfully annoyed expression on her face.

It's not a good party if things don't get a little messy. Brawny's got you covered.

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st6rrrs · 10 months

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DARK MOON | RAFE

CAMERON X TOPPER THORTON

please enjoy!! do not copy, steal, or use any of my work :))

Summary: y/n’s on an overnight school trip and she is forced to be partnered up with rafe Cameron and topper thorton Sarah’s brother and her boyfriend. The trip is not at all what she expects when rafe and topper decides to plan something.

Warnings: NON-CON,violence, dub-con, smut, breeding kink kind of, cursing, 18+... please let me know if I missed any.

MINORS DNI!!!

Characters: Rafe Cameron x Topper Thorton x Reader

A/N: this is my first ever time writing smut especially NON-CON so please be patient and thanks for reading 🙏

You roll you’re eyes as you walk behind rafe and topper to the hotel room carrying three heavy bags which rafe nor topper helped you with. they were whispering and laughing while you were trying not to fall over. you couldn’t just take the elevator because it was “out of order” so you guys were forced to walk up the stairs to the fourth floor.

“I would fuck her so hard man” topper says to rafe while laughing, you roll you’re eyes again, why the fuck did Mr. Steven’s have to assign you with two hormonal teenage boys.

“True that” they laugh as we make it into the hotel room, You shake you’re head , huff, and throw you’re stuff down on the bed. Pulling your phone out checking the time 8:47pm , when you realized that there was only two beds. You hoped that the two boys would sleep in the same bed as each other.

“Bro there’s only two beds” rafe mentions to topper. “ well there’s no fucking way I’m sleeping in the same bed as you” topper said while looking at you.

“Yo y/n” you turn around to look at both rafe and topper stand side by side “what?” “Which one of us would you rather sleep with?” Topper says “excuse me?” “Like sleep, like take a nap with” topper laughs looking at rafe “unless you would rather do the other thing too”. Rafe tries holding in his laugh but fails terribly.

“Uhm no and I don’t know” “why cant you guys just share the bed together?”

“Why cant you just pick one of us?” Rafe says getting frustrated. You sigh “ugh fine rafe i guess” you say as you turn back around to get your night clothes out.

“Why rafe?” Topper ask “cause it would be weird to share a bed with your friends boyfriend” you say as you’re still picking out you’re clothes. “but you’ll sleep with her brother?” Your starting to get angry why the fuck are they pestering you about why you picked who you picked topper should be happy you didn’t pick him.

“Listen you guys told me to pick someone and I picked someone now leave me the fuck alone” you says as you gather ur clothes and walk towards the bathroom walking in and locking it behind you

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Rafes pov

As y/n walks to the bathroom you couldn’t help yourself but look her up and down you weren’t gonna lie she was hot. You turned to topper almost immediately.

“Bro that’s what I need to get my hands on” rafe says to topper

“Who y/n?”

“Fuck yeah didn’t you just see her she is fine as shit” “ I needa fuck that” topper looked at you like you were crazy at first but then started thinking about it,

“I mean yea you could say that”

“Listen top I gotta plan and you’re gonna like it since Sarah ain’t putting out”.

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Y/n’s pov

As you finished putting you’re shorts that barely covered you’re ass and you’re crop top you heard them mumbling about something out there but you didn’t really care so you just ignored it. You were honestly exhausted from today all the walking and talking you had to do, you just wanted to go to sleep and never wake up

As you walk out the bathroom rafe and topper are already in bed they both immediately look at you as you walk over to rafe getting in the bed climbing over him to get to the other side of the bed as you get under the covers you feel one of rafes hands on your thighs squeezing it hard probably bruising it.

“Oww rafe what the fuck is wrong with you”

“Shut the fuck up y/n” rafe basically yells at you gesturing topper over here. You try to get up but rafe climbs on top of you pinning you’re shoulders down onto the bed beneath you looking at you with hunger while you look up at him with fear and confusion, topper walks over with the same looking eyes as rafe.

That’s when you felt something poke you between your legs rubbing against you’re cunt it felt good but you didn’t want you. You tried pushing him off but he was far stronger than you

“Listen y/n this is either gonna go one way or another” “ you’re not gonna fight us I really don’t wanna hurt you’re pretty little face” some tears fell out you’re eyes as you looked at rafe then topper. You smacked rafe on his cheek he looks back down on to you and grabs you’re throat choking you while taking you’re shorts off then throwing them across the room

“god she’s so pretty when she cries isn’t she top?”

“Gorgeous”

“Top get your ass over here stop standing there looking retarted” “help me get her shirt off”

Topper rushes over and pulles you’re shirt off while rafe pulles your underwear down sticking two fingers in you’re cunt going in and out repeatedly, you couldn’t help but whimper at the feeling.

“You’re wet for someone who doesn’t want it” rafe smirks.

“please- please-“ i sob begging him to stop, my body convulsing, eyes rolling in the back of my head

Topper laughs while throwing my bra across the room and starts sucking on my hard nipples I moan loudly making rafe laugh.

Rafe pulls his fingers out and pulls down his shorts and underwear

“Rafe… no stop please” he moves his tip through my folds then Lining his tip with my entrance

“Topper stop” you push him but he’s not moving rafe grabs your throat then pushing into you thrusting in and out slow at first but starting to speed up.

Topper pulls down his shorts and underwear and shoves his dick in you’re throat making you gag repeatedly

“Fuck y/n ,you’re so tight” rafe groaned, tears coming out you’re eyes as you’re still gagging on toppers cock.

Rafe notices you start to zone out so he grabs you’re jaw

“Look at topper well you’re choking on his dick”

You do what he says cause you’re to scared to see what happens when you don’t listen.

“Good girl. Keep them teeth back." Topper fills your mouth, unable to breathe as he fucks your throat hard, You gag, trying to keep your teeth back as he takes what he wants. You're getting dizzy. Droll drips down your chin. Topper is stretching out your mouth and Rafe pinches your nose shut.

Why were you enjoying this? You hated them. But you'd always secretly fantasized about being used. You just didn't plan on it being Rafe and Topper.

Topper finally pulls out of your mouth and lets rafe finish as he walks to the bathroom turning on the shower and closing the door.

Rafe grunts, slamming into you at a rate that will leave you sore for days. You cum with a scream, your nails biting into rafe’s shoulders as an ungodly amount of liquid gushes from you. You hear a laugh and a curse, your body going limp as you drop your head back down onto the pillow.

“You fucking squirted all over me.” You barely register rafe’s words as he slams in hard one last time, panting as he releases inside you. he pulls out and places a gentle kiss on my chest.

Rafe wipes the sweat from his brows and puts his pants back on, he walks over to the table and pours himself another glass of whiskey that he brought in his luggage.

Rafe sits across from my numb body and watch me recover

you’re such a good girl” Rafe praises “you’re never getting rid of me”.

#rafe smut #rafe cameron #outer banks #rafe imagine #rafe cameron smut #topper thorton smut

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koooslys · 5 months

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ugly love ~ jjk

genre- fluff, angst, explicit ( basically all in one )

pairing- jungkook x female reader

summary : this is inspired by the book ugly love by colleen hoover, jungkook nd y/n are best friends but grow to have a mutual attraction between each other, therefore they decide that an fwb relationship would be just right for them, however, they claim that it wont take a toll on their friendship but the fights, the quarrels and the toxicity says otherwise. Rules get broken and promises gets shattered, love gets ugly. Enjoy.

Chapter One ll 001

i cant lose, when im with you, how could i snooze and miss the moment--

the loudness of your music lowers down, realising one side of your earbuds had been pulled out, your two friends, jimin, and yoongi, suddenly in sight. "jeez y/n we've been calling your phone since last period, its lunch right now" jimin, one of your friends say

"sorry guys, i turned off my notifs, mrs kim has a problem with notifications dinging in class" you explain, pulling off your other earbud and reaching into your school bag for your wallet before standing up

Your eyes glance around, looking for your third friend, "Hey, wheres jungkook?"

"Well hes-" jimin subtly looks behind you, before he could finish his sentence

Two hands grab your shoulder suddenly, earning a shriek to slip out of you, as the male figure behind you laughs, before putting an arm around you and moving to stand beside you

"missed me?" he teases as you swat his hand away, even though he brings it back to rest around you

"Like hell i do, so that was your master plan? To arrive late just so you could scare me?" you speak, you let your eyes roll

"Mhm, and from the looks of it, it worked" He smiles, as jimin lets out a soft laugh

"can yall hurry up, ive been starving since math and yall are going to kill me by keeping me here" yoongi thats lazily sat in the chair infront of you speaks up

"someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today" you giggle seeing him glare at you lazily from his seat, as the two other male figures beside you chuckle

"come on yoongles" you sing song,walking towards him before pulling him up and interlocking your arms with him dragging him towards the cafeteria as he whines, the two other male figures behind you laughing

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You jimin yoongi and jungkook had been best friends for around five years, ever since the last year of middle school up to your guys's fourth year in high school. You guys practically do everything together, sure you guys have other friends, but you guys hang out with each other the most, showing up at each others houses unannounced, facetiming at 3 in the morning, late night walks/drives, hanging out after school. You guys were locked in and were each others closest friends.

Jimin and Jungkook were somewhat popular, the girls drool over them and are often questioning why they arent as close with them as you are.But you dont and couldnt give a care in the world. Yoongi on the other hand is well known, girls and boys both like him, but nobody dares to make conversation with him, for obvious reasons, he just has a resting bitch face that everybodys afraid of

Nevertheless, you love them with your entire heart and you know they do too.

"yoongi wait! mind getting me apple juice, i forgot to order it" you call out before yoongi walks away to buy his food, feeling jimin sit next to you

he simply nods before you feel somebody hover over from behind you and steal two of your fries "Hey!" you call out, hitting jungkooks shoulder before he walks and sits infront you and jimin laughing. "you always steal my food, so i get to steal yours" he mocks while shoving your fries down his throat

your eyes roll, leaning over to take two of jimins fries, "Hey?! hes the one who stole your food not me" he bickers, "Gimme" he says and aggressively takes a slice of bread from your tray

Yoongi comes back with your drink, thanking him, the four of you continue with lunch, before a guy approaches your table, earning your attention

"hey y/n right?" the guy says, his eyes focused on you and you only

"O-h yeah, josh right? whats good" you speak out

"i was just wondering if you wanted to hang out with me and my friends this weekend, to watch the new conjuring movie" he explains, confusion running through your body, this was weird. Nobodys ever asked you to hang out with their friendgroup, especially when you barely know each other

your eyes glance at jungkook and yoongi, whos eyes are down at their food, glancing up at you when your head turns towards them

"Oh, thats ... sweet but why me? we barely know each other" you slightly laugh, noticing the intensity.

"Well me and my friends have always thought you were pretty cool, just never had the courage to ask you to hangout with us" Now you didnt know if you liked this, his friendgroup consisted of him, mark and two other girls, sunmi and alexa. And lets say you and your friends werent really that fond of them, especially the girls

"Well-" before you could speak, yoongi spoke up noticing the uncomfortable atmosphere

"She dosent really hangout with anybody else but us, and isnt it weird asking some random girl you barely know to hang out with people she dosent even converse with?" his words come off rather harsh, but the three of you knew it was just how he talks

You mentally smile, thats one thing you love about yours and yoongis friendship, nobody could read the both of you better than each other, thats why the both of you are that close, he never thought hed ever be close with a girl, but the both of you are THAT similar. You basically see him as a brother, actually no, you absolutely literally see him as a brother, thats how close you guys are

You notice joshs jaw slightly clench, "I see, if thats the case, you three are welcome to come if youd like, we just want to hangout"

"Still pretty weird if you ask me" jungkook whispers under his breath , looking back at his food to take a bite, his jaw clenching slightly but neither of you besides jimin notice that

you see josh sighing out of annoyance, but he plays it off cool "So, whatd you say y/n?" he turns back to you

You glance at jimin, he gives you an "its up to you" look, so you decide to accept the offer out of kindness, but only and literally because he offered for your friends to come along

You nod, "Yeah, why not"

Josh smiles, "Alright then, see yall at shaws theatre at six today? Dont be late" He smiles at you before turning to your friends after his smile drops, glancing at them and walking away

yoongi eyes him walking away until hes out of sight

"I dont like that guy" Jungkook whispers, leaning closer

"Neither do i, and sunmi and alexa are going to be there, fuck we literally hate them" Yoongi sighs

"Looks like hes into y/n.." jimins voice trails off, subtly glancing at jungkook, but besides jungkook, neither of you noticed

Jungkook clears his voice, "Since when were you friends with josh baby" he asks, putting a spoonful of rice into his mouth

You and jungkook had a confusing friendship, you guys are the most flirtatious with each other, but yet yall always cringe at others when they ship you two together. You guys were that close to call each other pet names even though it meant nothing to the two of you, you guys were just friends.

"Im not, honestly he kinda creeped me out today, but whatever, its just one hang out and definitely the last" Your friends nod

"Figured, just stick with us alright?" Jimin says, you smile and nod, appreciating him caring.

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"You know, its not too late to back out now y/n, we could go to the rooftop and smoke, like always" Yoongi speaks from beside you, eyes on his phone

You four were in the mall, finally making your way towards the movie theatre after stalling for so long in the car

"Ive been saying, i swear theyre just gonna be annoying the fuck outta me" Jimin speaks up from behind, agreeing with Yoongi

"Its fine you guys, lets just get this over with, and i kind of feel bad, plus its not like we're going to hangout with them again

Yoongi sighs, eyes never leaving his phone as you guys eventually reach the theatre

"Here we go" Jungkook sighs from behind you and yoongi "You sure you wanna do this?" Jimin asks, earning a simple nod from you

Mark notices you guys walking over and nudges josh

"Hey, yall made it! Was starting to think you guys would bail" Josh says, slightly walking closer

You let out an awkward chuckle, "We would never" you let out, jungkook and jimin glancing at each other from behind, knowing that thats not the conversation yall had on the car ride here

"Well, im guessing you guys already know each other but this is mark, sunmi and alexa" He introduces his friends, you guys glancing at each one of them

Mark however, eyes you up and down, and that dosent go unnoticed by yoongi

"That outfits quite revealing dont you think? Especially for a movie theatre, arent you going to be cold?" The male says, his girl friends behind him snicker subtly

He comments on your outfit as you frown, your style was usually either super laid back or super dressed up, it depends on what you prefer to wear on that day

You glance down at your outfit, you were wearing a tight tubed plain black top, followed with black jean shorts that rested just above the middle of your thighs

Yoongis head snaps towards him, all four of your eyebrows furrow, before you could say something, you hear jungkook speak

"I think shes allowed to wear what she wants" He says, not liking another guy looking at you in such a way, he didnt like you, but the thought of another guy looking at you made his stomach uneasy, and he never knew why, mark smiles and raises his hands up in defence

"Never said she couldnt, was just worried, you know? As a friend" He smiles, eyes turned to you, inching slightly closer, in which yoongi pulls you closer and slightly behind him away from the other male, Yoongi wasnt trying to hide that, hes the last person you could think of that would give a fuvk about what people think of him.

Mark notices as his smile widens even more, amused by the four of you

"Thank you, but i think ill be just fine" You say and smile

Wasting no more time, josh suggests yall go over to the food area to buy some food before yall made your way into the theatre

Jungkook makes his way to stand next to you, your eyes looking up at the big screen that showcased the food menu

"Why do you even bother, youre going to get two hotdogs anyways" He teases as you glare at him

"Surprising you remember" You tease back

"Bummer you think that way, considering i know everything about you" He speaks

"Wrong, you missed out something" You smile

"Two hot dogs with mayo and chilli" He says, you smile and speak to correct him but he cuts you off before you do

"And they cant be on the hotdog, theyd have to be squirted at the side, or put in a plastic cup if they have one" He smiles mockingly

"You forgot my drink"

"You dont get one love, you never finish it so you make me share my drink with you, isnt that why i always order a large?"

You smile at how well he knows you, not being able to say anything, you roll your eyes playfully and push him towards the cashier with the rest of the guys

Sunmi and alexa watch the two of you conversing from behind and soon make their way to speak to you

"Didnt know you and jungkook were a thing" Sunmi speaks, your head turns to beside you noticing she was talking to you

You laugh slightly, "Oh, we're not a thing"

Her eyebrows raise "A guy thats not even your boyfriend calls you 'love' " Alexa questions

"Its just a thing we do, i guess its just how close we are" You speak, not knowing what you just said had enraged Sunmi.

"Thats kinda pathetic, what if a girl thats into him gets the wrong idea? Arent you just ruining his chances of getting a girlfriend"

You never thought about it that way, you always felt safe with him, to the point him calling you pet names became normalised, but you didnt care, she knew nothing about the relationship between you and jungkook and the way she spoke to you annoyed you

"Honestly, i dont think thats any of your business, are you-" before you could finish your sentence, your friends walk towards you with theirs and your food

Jungkook hands you your food, while sipping his drink

You didnt know why, but the moment you knew that your closeness with jungkook was somewhat annoying to them, you felt the urge and excitement to show it off

Without thinking, you pull jungkook closer to you by his drink, the straw slipping out of his mouth abruptly as you bring your face closer to his to reach the drinks straw

You take a sip, jungkook still flustered because it happened so suddenly, and quite literally because your face was right infront of his

You pull away to look up at him "Sorry love, i was thirsty" You smile, he didnt have enough time to process the petname you called him, because its usually him that uses it on you, but he chuckles whispering an 'its okay'

"lets go?" You speak, turning towards your friends, seeing them nod as yall walk past the girls infront of you, you didnt even have to glance at them to know that Sunmi was furious, and at that moment you knew she had a thing for jungkook, and you were determined to make her feel like ass, not because youre jealous or anything, you dont even like him. Right?

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Taking a seat in between jimin and jungkook, yoongis seated at the corner beside jimin, the rest seated in a line after jungkook

"If youre cold, let me know okay?" Jungkook says from beside you as you simply nod

"Actually, im kind of cold right now" You whisper of embarrassment as Jungkook chuckles softly

"C'mere" He gestures, pulling off his large ass jacket from one arm, placing it around you, in that way the both of you are covered. His arm rests around you and on your arm, rubbing it slightly for warmth

"This okay?" You snuggle closer and nod

Mark watches the both of you from beside Jungkook, he stares subtly before wanting to make conversation with you

"Y/n, have you watched the first conjuring movie already?" He leans in and tries to ask, but you were too comfortable at the moment, you had your eyes closed, drowning out all the sound around you

Jungkook notices and nudges you with his body slightly "Hes talking to you baby" The petname rolling off his tongue on purpose

That dosent go un noticed by Mark, his eyes snap towards Jungkook, confused.

You still dont realise somebodys talking to you so Mark takes that opportunity to question Jungkook, "You guys are together?" He asks as Jungkook smiles, he got what he wanted.

"Nope" He replies shortly, turning away to use his phone, not giving him a proper explanation on why he was able to call you that, and thats what he wanted. He wanted to leave Mark in confusion, he wanted to deny his question but leave him knowing that y/n was not available. He didnt even realise what he was doing until he was left in silence for a few minutes

He turned to look at you, resting peacefully against him. He stares at the arm he wrapped around you. And he didnt know why it never occurred to him that this may not be the most normal thing between opposite genders, until now. But he knew he had no feelings for you, and he knew you had no feelings for him. It was clear the both of you were just friends. Just friends.

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free if you truly wish to be: chapter iii

plots are half revealed, and willy "mr accidentally steal yo girl" wonka gets his sorry ass saved by a woman wearing one of those "oh no my husband mysteriously floated away died" robes you see all over pinterest. (now there's a sentence i never thought i'd write.)

2023!wonka x oc, this chapter ~2.5k

i would like to thank mr mathew baynton in that one bts interview for those bits and pieces of fickelgruber analysis that will totally now be used here. and also for being generally wonderful. thanks mat ilysm

also i thought it would be sort of funny for at least someone in this world revolving around chocolate to be lactose intolerant and then of course i had to turn it into something sad and poetic bc of Who I Am As A Person

enjoy!! and thank you for all the support on this fic so far!!

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She had a lot to think about that night.

Felix hadn’t returned home yet, and she started to worry that the fateful flying chocolates weren’t quite as harmless as advertised. The young man who’d made them, too, was swirling about her mind in a haze of schoolgirl blushes and piercing guilt.

Florence Fickelgruber had chosen her lot when she agreed to take on that name. Who was she to imagine a freer life, one of candy-coated dreams and a clear conscience, of gazes and banter with someone her own age, of running her hand through curls that weren’t slick with expensive gel? Who was she to foolishly wish for anything different, when so many people were counting on her?

She missed her home, her family, and it hadn’t been lost on her that Felix had never told her about his own background. Their wedding was attended mainly by those surrounding the Fickelgruber business, as well as another flood of press. She’d had to blink so much that day, unused to being in front of cameras after a youth spent on the stage, but her new husband had preened next to her as if this focus on appearance was where he felt most at home. She remembered the crowd’s polite cheers fading in her mind as he had slowly lifted her chin while she accepted a forkful of the most extraordinarily decadent chocolate cake.

For that day, she had allowed the feeling of his hand on her face to eclipse that of the too-rich frosting stuck in her throat.

Then he came through the door, humming a jaunty tune, and she blinked, torn out of the memory that she felt an entirely different kind of guilt for indulging in.

“Felix? Darling, where have you been?”

“Oh, don’t you worry your pretty auburn head, my songbird. The boy’s finished, absolutely finished. No one will be flying about the Galeries Gourmet if the police have anything to say about it.”

“What-what do you mean?”

“He’s disturbed the peace, made a commotion, even encouraged the-the-the unfortunate to disgrace our sacred sanctuary of chocolate. And the Chief is none too happy about it.”

“Is he?” she said suspiciously, stepping in front of him-because, up until this point, he hadn’t looked her in the eye.

Felix was silent for a moment, cacao eyes darting. His wife’s gaze was strong and unyielding-don’t lie to me again, I can’t take it-but her head tilted innocently to the side, a sort of plausible deniability.

A sort of protection.

“Yes,” he breathed with a curt nod, and took her hands in his. “I promise you, it was a solemn thing.”

“Then what were you singing as you came in?”

The chocolatier blinked again, falling into an absolutely done sort of expression, and Florence’s head tilted to the other side.

“You’ve had another musical number without me.”

“I’m terribly sorry, pet.”

“You know you can’t hide from me, Felix,” she said, something that would have been playfully teasing but held an edge of desperation that he refused to pick up on.

“It of course wasn’t the same without you,” he drawled in that ever-dramatic way, bringing her into their living room. “We’ll make it up now. Dance with me, Florence.”

He snapped his fingers, and some unseen yet attentive servant placed a needle on a record. A crooning melody started to crackle and bounce across the high golden ceilings, and Felix spun his wife into him, twirling her about with a smirk that she could only imagine to be the result of a monopoly saved.

She swayed to and fro in his arms, trying desperately to sink into the music, unable to focus on anything but the wrenching pull of her battling guilts.

Florence spent much of the next day in a state of ping-ponging worry. She’d looked intently out of the mansion’s sprawling windows over the town square, wondering whether her forbidden new friend had taken her advice.

“Just…don’t give up.”

“I wasn’t planning on it.”

And who knows what they’ll do to him now?

The hours had passed in a blur, and then she was laid limp, unable to sleep, and mentally exhausted, next to her husband and his piccolo snore.

She had screwed her eyes shut and burrowed into him, trying to force herself to feel as secure as she did two years ago; then, the slight sound of a little girl’s singing voice lifted itself into her consciousness, followed by the blare of a police car.

Puzzled, Florence carefully got out of bed and went to the window once more. The girl she’d heard was the one with the sweet smile that she’d seen in the Galeria yesterday, and Willy Wonka was next to her, warning her to run. The Chief of Police and Officer Affable faced them, but this wasn’t to last-the former seemed to tell the latter to leave, and the latter obeyed.

It wasn’t as if a switch flipped at that moment.

More like…

An extinguished candle was finally relit.

Before she could overthink herself into inaction, Wren was grabbing her robe and slippers and bolting downstairs, the snore that echoed after her serving as reassurance that she wouldn’t be found out. In her haste, she had the passing realization that this would be the first time she’d leave the house with her hair down and uncoiffed in over two years.

Through this rush, she heard the plunge of something in the town square’s fountain along with the shouts of the Chief, and she ran faster, throwing open the door just in time to see him about to club a drenched Willy over the head.

“OFFICER!”

Both men turned to her in an instant. She let out the breath she’d been holding since first hearing the girl’s voice, rolled her shoulders back, dropped into the character she’d played for the past two years, and stepped forward.

“What on earth is going on?”

They stared, each with a different kind of shock, as she walked toward the fountain. The Chief returned his nightstick to its holster.

“Mrs. Fickelgruber,” he stammered, “I thought you would have thought-well, I guess he didn’t tell-you aren’t-”

“No, I’m not thrilled about you clobbering this poor young man in the middle of the night,” she said, placing a hand on Willy’s shoulder. He looked at her, still touched with the fear of the past minutes but now grateful, and she tried not to be struck by the freckles she saw behind his water-plastered curls.

“Who said anything about clobbering?” the Chief laughed somewhat nervously. “We were just having a chat. An impactful, memorable chat. Right, Mr. Wonka?”

Willy dragged his eyes to him and held them there, a bit speechless.

What was probably three seconds but felt like an eternity of strange silence passed.

“Memorable indeed.”

“Right, then,” the Chief said. “You’ll do good to continue to remember it. Goodnight, Mrs. Fickelgruber.”

With that, he entered his car and drove away, his tail lights fading in the distance as the remaining pair stood, a little shell-shocked, her hand still on his shoulder.

“Thank you,” he said after a while, his gaze still trailing the receding police car.

“You’re welcome,” she replied, giving his shoulder an awkward pat, which made her realize just how cold he was due to the impromptu fountain bath. “Oh, God, you’re freezing. Let me…”

As he turned towards her, she looked up, trying to see through her window in the dark. She could barely make out the shape of a sound-asleep Felix, still in bed.

“Come to the office, I’ve got the key. There’s a fireplace there; you can stay as long as you need to to warm up.”

“Are you sure?”

His eyes moved up the same way, then back to her, and she shook her head as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Of course.”

“Do you want anything to drink? Water, tea? Hot chocolate?”

She hadn’t turned on most of the lights so as not to draw attention, but she’d started a beautiful fire, which Willy sat by in a plush emerald-green chair. She’d rattled off the drinks on habit, but she turned to him upon saying the third, sharing his smile.

“The last one, please. But I’ll make it.”

“No, you need to rest-”

“I insist,” he said, moving to join her by the small bar in the office and searching through ingredients. “Unless that’s some sort of corporate sacrilege.”

“Making chocolate in enemy territory?”

He took a small jar of powder from his sleeve and shook it into two mugs, considering this, and his smile faltered a bit.

“Is it really that bad?” he asked. “That they’d…that they’d send the police after me? That business rivalry is thought of like a war?”

She pursed her lips and nodded solemnly.

“They…feel threatened,” she said slowly, “and, despite how professional they seem, they can’t be mature or rational about it. Apparently, you really do have the best chocolate in town.”

He neither confirmed nor denied, but gave half of a smile as he looked down at the drinks he was stirring.

“And I, for one, am quite looking forward to trying it.”

“Here, then,” he said, pulling something out of a coat pocket that had managed to escape the frozen flush. “Nothing too dangerous about this one. Just some good old Wonka magic.”

He opened his hand to her, revealing a small, wrapped treat, and she sighed.

“I’d love to, but I really shouldn’t. Not even the drinks.”

“Why not?” came the stunned reply, and she nearly laughed at just how sweetly scandalized the boy seemed to be at the idea of anyone denying themselves that pleasure.

“Milk has never really…agreed with me. Bad for the throat, and I’m a singer besides, as you know-I mean, I-well, it’s just…”

PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER.

“I shouldn’t.”

He took a moment, and she watched his eyes widen as he processed the shocking injustice of being genetically predisposed against chocolate.

“Does your husband know about this?”

“He does, but he doesn’t care. Says I’ll ‘grow out of it with time’, which I haven’t.”

“So he’s…”

“Essentially poisoning me, yes.”

They laughed a little, because, surrounded by echoes of Fickelgruber’s power, it was the only thing they could do.

Willy stared at the table for a moment, then pulled another vial, this one containing a liquid, from yet another pocket.

“Lucky for you, then, I’ve got milk made from the product of the finest almond trees on the islands of Seychelles,” he said as he deftly poured the liquid into her glass. “Guaranteed to go down sweetly, both on the taste buds and after.”

“...Thank you,” she murmured, touched by the gesture.

With a final flick of the wrist, he deemed the hot chocolate finished, and they each carried their mug to the fire.

“Wren,” he said thoughtfully as they sat down.

“Hm?”

She was instinctively flooded with warmth in the same way she was yesterday, though whether it was due to the stunningly perfect cocoa or hearing her name in his voice she wasn’t sure.

“Is it a nickname? Songbird, right?”

She saw in the fireglow that his face darkened a bit upon the memory of how Felix had always referred to her in the press, taking that potentially sweet title and spinning it in an almost dehumanizing manner. So someone did notice.

“Well…sort of. That was what my parents intended. They say a wren sang when I was born, so they gave me that name, and I loved it. But Felix assumed it was a nickname and suggested I should expand it; to sound more sophisticated in my performances, he said, but I knew half the reason was to fit with the alliteration. He’s always valued aesthetics above anything else.”

They were silent for a while, and the massive painting seemed to stare down at them, making the Fickelgrubers look almost menacing in the fireglow.

“That’s you?”

A moment passed.

“No. No, that’s not really me.”

Her voice was quiet, but decisive. Willy looked at her, really looked at her, and she felt more seen than she had in years.

“I want to help you,” she said.

“Hm?”

His head tilted to the side, a little stunned, and she nearly giggled as his now-drying curls flopped in front of his face.

How could anyone want to hurt him?

“I don’t know exactly what Felix and the rest have planned against you, but I know there’s something. He never really tells me anything, but I’ll…I’ll try to find out what I can, to distract him when needed. I don’t want you to be alone in this.”

“I’m not,” he said. “The others where I’m staying right now, we’re all in a rather precarious situation together, and I’ve got a few ideas, but…”

She watched the wheels turn in his mind, and after a few moments, he looked back up at her, for once lost for words.

“But thank you. Again. I’d…I appreciate it.”

“Thank you. For bringing some much-needed heart into this place.”

“I think you’ve done that rather well yourself.”

This was news to her often-guilt-wracked brain.

“...Really?”

“Well, of course. You clearly care, Wren…you’re kind, you’re poetic and talented, and far smarter than it seems they give you credit for. It’s in your eyes, too, I think. You can always tell the truth by a person’s eyes.”

Her heart had nearly stopped.

Somehow, though, she could tell that he was unaware of the full effect he had on her.

“Mr. Wonka-ah, Willy, I mean…”

“Forgive me if-I didn’t intend to-”

The clocks around the city chimed the hour, interrupting the two just as they had the day before, and the young man’s expression went from its dazed dawning to a startled realization.

“They’ll need me. Back where I’m staying, I mean.”

“Of-of course,” she said a bit awkwardly as they both stood up.

His hair had dried by now, falling in perfectly imperfect swoops around his face. He’d undone his necktie to keep its cold away from his neck, and his jacket was folded over his arm, and he was looking at her as if he hadn’t had a conversation quite like that with someone in a very, very long time.

And neither had I.

Or…ever, I suppose.

Until now.

“Thank you. Again.”

“You’re welcome. Again.”

She took a breath, let it out, and folded him into a hug, which he returned in an instant.

After two years of jutting angles and sharply possessive grasps, it was remarkable to simply, softly, hold and be held.

They bid a last goodnight before parting ways, and as she took her time walking back to the mansion, the moon seemed brighter than ever before.

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★ Daughter of dionysus ★

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐮𝐬 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ 1:35 ───ㅇ───── 3:47

"𝓘'𝓶 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓭𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼"

"𝒴𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑔𝓁𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓈 "

└────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────┘

Tw: crazy with a mix of mania, heated make out, and slight sexual themes not the whole Shabang tho. 🦭🍇

You know as the daughter of Dionysus, I wasn't expected to be sane.

"Yo D whaddup!" I lazily smirk down at my dad while dapping him up.

"How's it going favorite." He returns dapping me up with a crisp smack.

Me and him don't have the most normal relationship, but i'm okay with that, At least it's not like daddy issues over here.

I look over to some curly blonde haired kid with blue eyes, he goes on about wanting to see his father and if Dionysus could help him.

I turn on my heels immediately uninterested, actually i was thinking bout the time i drew a dick on clarisse's forehead with a black paint marker, now that was legendary. Imagine trying to scrub a giant penis off your forehead realizing that it wont budge a inch, dessert privileges were lost, but seeing clarisse with her usual smug smile wiped off and beautiful art work plastered on her forehead, was like a full course dessert table served in front of me on a golden platter.

I walk over to the black smiths to see my friends Jake and Amy, we were known to be the outcasts, we aren't children feining over glory or some bullshit praise from the gods, we were looking for trouble instead.

"Yo Jake" I slide onto the desk he sketches his new weapons project for Amy, the daughter of Hephaestus, Jake hisself was a Hermes boy, not my proudest moment befriending one of them, but he's cool in my book.

You see we're the trouble trio, my charm mixed with Jake's amazing ability to steal and Amy's ability to craft anything we needed for our stupid ideas, we were practically unstoppable.

"Whatcha drawing?" I quirk my head to the side as he quickly scrambles his notebook closed.

"Birthday surprise, don't push it anymore, Mr. D threatened to chop off my toes and feed them to tartarus if i snitched this time." Jake shuddered at the thought of my dad threatening his life.

"Pshh light work, i would've unleashed tartarus in your room instead" I smirk at his mouth dropping wide open.

"And there goes Astrope, always one upping Mr.D's unstable craziness, somehow" Amy rolls her eyes at our bickering.

I push my wine colored hair out of my face and into a pony tail. My sea green eyes with specks of violet in the iris trails back to Luke Castellan the camps golden boy, He defines the word glory, always trying to prove something to someone, if you asked me, i think he's a garde A loser.

"Who else is gonna carry on the legacy" I say booping Jake on the nose.

"Wow very mature of you princess" Luke rolls his eyes.

"Why thank you, I think I'm rather mature myself pretty boy."

I look over to see him slightly blush and look down.

Cute.

"Anywayyys, I'm throwing a party later, thanks giving and all, who's joining." Amy takes a seat next to Jake leaning her elbows on the table.

"Why thank you for the personal invitation, but you're only throwing this party so you can scout out the new ares boy this year." I roll my eyes at her.

"And so what, the new curly brunette is fine." She says with dreamy eyes.

"Your type is brunette curly hair daddy issues and anger management." I say taking the apple Jake was eating, he prostest me with a small 'hey', but that doesn't stop me as I chomp a fat bite in the middle of said apple.

"Hands off, troglodyte. Getcha own apple" Jake huffs while snatching his apple back.

"Booo tomato tomato tomatooooo" I blow a raspberry at him as we get up to head to dinner.

Luke follows Amy on her trail like a lost puppy, everyone suspected he was whipped for her,what they didn't know was my deep crush for the boy ever since I met him, it's a horrible love triangle.

"Well if you want me to get the goods you're gonna have to distract the camps janitor." I say sitting down at the Hermes table with the three for dinner.

"Huh why?" Luke questions.

"Well Luke, Chiron find alcohol In my cabin, bad." I say slowly shaking my head.

"But if Chiron finds alcohol in the janitors cabin, he'll just think he hates his job or something." I shrug.

"So basically you're saying you hid alcohol in dito's cabin." Jake grinned at the challenge.

"That's his name?" I raise my eyebrow.

"Yeah.. what have you been calling him the whole time.." Luke looks at me crazy.

"Irrelevant.." I roll my eyes.

"So we need a plan we can't just walk into the janitors cabin and grab wine out a hiding place" Amy says munching on her celery sticks.

"Righttttt about that. I hid the alcohol there two summers ago and forgot the hiding place so we're gonna need two on watch out and two on rummage duty" I cringe.

"Astrope I should slap the living shit out of you right now. But in the fear of Tartarus and what Mr D would do to me, you are off the hook." Jake says straight faced with a finger pointed at me.

"Look here goes dito right now." Amy whispers.

"We could distract him now, then three of you can head to his cabin?" Jake said shrugging.

"How are we going to distract him." Luke says with an eyebrow raised.

I chuckle sarcastically then go straight faced looking into his eyes.

"Watch the master do her job." I say getting up from the table and turning around hitting dito on the shoulder on accident.

"OH DEER, IM SO SORR-"

I cut him off pulling a spoon out of my pocket, gripping the back of his head and pushing it to his jugular.

"ARE YOU THREATENING ME, CHUCK." I scream.

This takes everyone's attention allowing the three to sneak away.

"MY NAMES NOT CHUCK.." his voice wavers.

I pull the spoon back pointing it in this face while walking backwards.

"AND DONT FORGET IT." I yell turning around so I could sprint to dittos cabins.

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I slide the window to dito's cabin open abruptly falling face first onto the floor scaring the three to death.

"JESUS ASTROPE A WARNING NEXT TIME" Jake yells.

"Uhhh warning?" I shrug laying on my stomach kicking my feet back and fourth.

"How bout you get up and help look, you lost it princess." Luke says rummaging through cabinets.

"Right, check the floor I remember putting it in a secret wooden floor board that slides open." I sigh getting up looking under the bed for it.

Instead I find skimpy lace panties and diamond earrings.

"OUU EARINGS." I say dangling them by my head.

Out of no where the lunch lady walks into dittos cabin wearing a skimpy silk robe and.. I don't want to know what's under.

She clutches her heart and gasps.

"DITO GET IN HERE!!" She yells.

"FOUND IT!" Amy screams throwing the box out into the long cushioned grass.

Quick I need a distraction.

I take out my blow torch lighter and fire it over by the sheer curtains hanging by dittos bed.

"YEAH DITO GET IN HERE! SO YOU CAN WATCH ME LIGHT YOUR HOUSE ON FIRE." I scream back at her.

I look around to see Luke scramble out the window so I jump out with him and close it behind me.

Amy takes the box and run with all of us behind her we make our grand escape behind Zeus's cabin deep into the woods where a bunch of the people in on the party we're helping us by decorating.

"REALLY? LIGHT YOUR HOUSE ON FIRE ASTRO?" Jake yells at me waving his hands around.

"Well it worked I didn't see you making a distraction?" I roll my eyes.

Everyone just looks at me stupidly shaking their heads. Jake even started to boo me, followed with a train of boos.

I hop on a log pointing at them all.

"GIVE ME YOUR BOOS I AM NOURISHED, BY YOUR HATRED." I yell.

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Luke pov

To say Astrope was crazy is an understatement. To be honest I don't know how I even developed a crush on her.

It just happened, her crazy and flirty attitude just draws me in somehow. It's like a drug, you taste some and it's never ending.

To say she was the daughter of the god of ecstasy was an understatement.

She just seems so carefree and untouchable. It's hard to make a move on someone who never takes anything seriously.

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Astrope pov

Surprisingly the party so far was a success.

even after our scandalous breaking and entering fiasco.

Many people were having fun, except for Amy. The ares boy she had her eye on, and even asked out, had ditched her to talk to a pretty Aphrodite kid.

I see her and Luke talking, him resting a hand on her shoulder for comfort. It kind of ticked me off, but bros before hoes yall.

I sigh grabbing my dagger out of my holster sitting down next to Luke and her by the lake in the sand.

a couple of feet away from the party in the woods. Nobody could really see us, but I noticed her running off and Luke trailing behind her, so I followed.

"Who are we killing. I won't do kids that's a rule. BUT the rule is negotiable if the kids a dick." I say wiggling my eyebrows.

And to my success it makes her laugh, I smile putting my dagger back into my thigh holster.

"How do you do it astrope" Amy sighs looking down.

"If you mean being absolutely funny and the hottest one in the room, don't stress it comes natural babe. Ya either got it or ya don't" I smirk flexing whiling grunting.

"You see that, you seem so care free all the time, I don't know how you do it."

"I don't." I shrug

"What does that mean." Luke questions.

"I just don't, I don't care nor have I ever, I just do me"

"If it was up to me, I'd push the girl aside tell him that I like him and that he can either take all this or shove it." I say with a trashy Jersey accent.

Amy lunges over luke to hug me tightly.

"I don't know what I'd do without you girl." She whispers in my ear. Then hopping on her feat she takes a deep breath and starts walking in her crushes direction.

I chuckle laying down in the sand, a small tide washes over my bare feet as the full moon pushes the river.

"You know you're right princess" Luke says.

I turn my head to see him already looking at me.

"Yeah and what about pretty boy." I whisper sitting up leaning closer to him.

"About caring too much." He sighs looking down.

I frown scooting over to push some of his hair back, he leans his face into my touch. I blush deeply, luckily the moons shine wasn't too bright.

"Princess, I like you." Luke whispers to me, his hot breath dusting my cheeks.

"I like you more pretty boy." I smile.

He leans in closing in the space between us kissing me deeply with need.

The kiss was sloppy and fast. It was heavy with need, not really caring who took control, just needing an outlet for these suppressed feelings.

Laying down as he crawls on top of me. His fingers slip around my throat grabbing hold of my jaw with his finger tips, his other hand sliding up the side of my thigh griping it with such strength I knew bruising would definitely show up int he morning.

I slide one of my hands under his shirt feeling his defined stomach, the other hand snaking around the back of his head to grip onto the back of his curls slightly tugging on them.

He groans into my mouth as I push my hips up into his allowing me to release some built up tension while he marks my neck up and down with sloppy kisses and bites.

"Fuck, princess I need you." He groans panting and sweaty.

I sit up immediately taking his hand leading him to my cabin.

As soon as we get in he grabs me by the back of my thighs. I wrap my legs around his waist slamming the door closed behind us he lays me down on the bed taking no time with slipping our close off discarding them around the room.

"Are you sure about this princess" he says just when he lines up collecting slick from how wet I am.

"Yes Luke jus need you." I whine arching my back when he finally pushes in.

Our groans almost pornographic as I could only see straight stars. I wrap my arms around his back scratching down.

He groans snapping his hips harder with more force.

I'm definitely gonna be sore in the morning.

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I wake in the morning with Luke laid on his stomach arm wrapped around my waist as I lay on my back.

I get up leaning on my elbows looking at all the scratches left on his back from the previous night. As well as the hickies running up from his jugular down to his stomach.

I smile tracing all of the cute little reminders to all the girls that might think that have a chance, that they don't.

"Morning princess" his deep morning voice grumbles out.

"Morning pretty boy, how'd u sleep?"

"Good" he gets up kissing me on my temple.

"You know sooner or later you have to get up and sneak back to ur cabin before my dad throws a fit." I say tolling my eyes.

"Yeah I know" he sighs getting up slinging on his shirt and pants sitting back down on the bad to give you a kiss.

"See you later princess" He says opening my window and escaping into the back of the cabins.

I sigh not really believing yesterday happened. All of a sudden I hear an obnoxious banging on my cabin.

I get dressed with Luke's hoodie and my shorts underneath. Only to open the door face to face with my father.

"Burn your house down.. really?" He scoffs.

"So you're angry?" I squint, just happy the topics not about a cute tall muscular brunette who just hopped out my window moments ago.

"Where is it." He whispers looking around frantically like someone would hear him.

"What?"

"The alcohol I know you have it."

I shake my head smiling.

"Well halfway into the party Chiron busted us and took it, sorryyyyy" I say slamming the door in his face laying back down to sleep.

It's six in the morning and too early for this, I'll deal with the mess I made later...or never.

Sooo ts is long and messy I'll fix it later.

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Can you tell who inspired this whole chapter 🤗🤗 guess in the comments lmao.

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george-weasleys-girl · 1 year

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Hi! Could you write a little something on the war? Fred survives but Y/N ends up with a life long injury by saving Fred from a curse/torture spell and taking the curse/spell herself. They are best friends, spending all her time with Fred and the boys in their common dorms rather than the girls or doing any homework/revision which annoys Hermione as she's just as clever as her but doesn't do any work for it, and spends every break with the Weasleys (as she doesn't get on with her own family so she does casual work at the Ministry to secretly pay Mr and Mrs Weasleys mortgage as a thank you) which they learn when she's in hospital getting medicine to help live with her injury when the he's so she's practically a second daughter to them. They find out when Kingsley Shacklebot (as she's his Personal Assistant) comes to check on her, and gives her some time off work despite her offering to return back to work to get all the paperwork in order about the war, for future generations. George pulls Fred away to check on him as he knows how Fred feels about you, and says he has to say how he feels about her as he could've lost you without telling you how he really feels. Later on, as they head back to the burrow, Fred and reader follow behind slowly because of her injury and they admit their feelings for one another.

Aftermath

Thank you for your request. Enjoy!

~•~

Wave after wave of blinding pain overwhelmed her. Every cell in her body screamed. Maybe she was screaming, too. She tried to focus, but nothing existed beyond the red haze of agony. Another wave slammed into her, stealing her breath and setting fire to her veins. It was more than she could take. Her body spasmed once, and then oblivion took her.

~•~

There were voices. Familiar voices. Kind and worried.

"Please don’t move."

"The healer is here."

"...giving you something for the pain."

Y/N felt a small prick on her arm, and then a sudden, heavy drowsiness overtook her. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't speak or open her eyes, but she could move her hand a little. Just enough to let them know she was okay. She squeezed, and the trembling hand that held hers squeezed back. A voice spoke, soft and reassuring. It was one she knew very well but couldn't quite place. "I'm here, love. You’re gonna be okay."

'Good,' she thought. 'They know I'm okay. I can sleep now.'

~•~

Y/N blinked her eyes open, squinting at the bright room around her. There was a draft coming from somewhere, and it chilled her. She tried to pull the blanket tighter around herself, but arms were too heavy to lift.

"She's awake!" Someone yelled.

Within seconds, freckled faces surrounded her, all smiling smiles that didn't quite reach their worried eyes.

"Stop hovering over her like a pack of vultures," a voice commanded from the other side of the room. Seconds later, the owner of that voice appeared and pushed her way through to Y/N. "How are you, dear? I'm so glad to see you awake."

"Hi, Molly," Y/N rasped. "I'm so cold."

"Oh no, you poor thing!" Molly pulled the covers over her shoulders. "Why did no one put a warming charm on her blanket?! She's freezing!" Mrs. Weasley grabbed her wand and pointed it at Y/N's thin blanket, "calidum stratum." Y/N relaxed as the warmth seeped into her bones.

"Better dear?" Molly asked, brushing hair away from Y/N's face.

"Much better. Thank you." Y/N smiled and then blinked when the face of her best friend suddenly appeared, blocking out everything else. "Hey there egghead, how you feeling?" Fred asked, using the nickname he'd given her the day Hermione had an existential crisis after discovering Y/N made top marks in everything despite almost never cracking open a book.

Y/N wore the title with pride.

"Tired," Y/N gave him a small smile. "Really weak."

Fred didn't respond at first, opting instead to fuss with her blanket needlessly.

"I owe you one, love," he said after a few moments.

Y/N's eyebrows crinkled together. "How so?"

Fred froze, staring down at her. "Don't you remember?"

"Remember what?"

"The battle... you were hurt."

"Well, that explains why I'm lying in a hospital bed," she replied, trying to make light of the situation. But, when Fred barely grinned, she knew things were far more serious than anyone was letting on. "I remember Death Eaters coming at us from every direction, and suddenly, there was this loud boom and a blinding light. Then I woke up here."

"That's it?" Fred asked. "That's all you remember."

Y/N chewed on her lip. "Yeah, that's it. Sorry."

Fred looked up at Percy, who pulled up a chair and sat next to Y/N. "There was an explosion. It knocked out everyone in the vicinity, except for you. Or maybe you were just the first to wake up, we don't know. Anyway, when I came to, Fred was still unconscious, and you were lying over him, shielding him from a Death Eater who kept hitting you over and over with the Cruciatus curse. You were scr--" Percy shivered, his face going pale. "I was trying to find my wand when someone ran in and disarmed the guy."

Fred took her hand, "By the time I started waking up, you had fallen unconscious. We didn't realize how badly you were hurt at first."

"At first? H-how badly was I hurt?"

Fred looked away, wiping his eyes.

Y/N mustered up enough strength to give his hand a light squeeze. "Whatever it is, just tell me. I'll be alright."

The older twin shook his head. "You have nerve damage," he said bluntly, before rushing out of the room, with George following close behind.

"Nerve damage?" Y/N looked up at Mrs. Weasley, who'd sat down on the empty chair.

Molly took Y/N's hand in both of hers, patting it gently. "Your hip was fractured in the blast, but it's been fully healed. That's the good news," she gave Y/N a brief, encouraging smile. "But," she continued, her smile fading, "the Death Eater who attacked you must've known where you were hurt, and he focused the curse directly on your injury." Mrs. Weasley's chin quivered, "You were so vulnerable, my dear, and his repeated attacks--well, they permanently damaged the nerves in your hip."

"Ok. So--what does that mean?"

~•~

Fred sat on the small bench just outside the room, his head in his hands. He didn't hear George step out behind him.

"Hey mate," George said, sitting next to his brother. Fred jumped, wand up, ready to fight. "Woah, Freddie, it's just me," the younger twin coaxed, hands in the air. "It's just me."

"Shit, sorry, Georgie. Guess I'm still on edge from‐‐everything." Fred ran a shaky hand through his hair.

"We all are," George patted his twin's shoulder. "It's alright."

They sat in companionable silence for a while before George spoke again. "Y/N's gonna be okay, you know. She's as tough as they come, that one."

Fred sighed. "I know. But I want her to be more than just ok." The older twin stood and walked to gaze out the tiny window across from them. "She's gonna have life-long pain. And what if she never walks again? She doesn't deserve this, George. Why the fuck did I have to get knocked out? I could've protected her--" Fred's voice cracked, and he went silent for a few long moments. When he spoke again, there was winter in his voice. "Azkaban is too good for the worthless piece of shit who did that to her," he growled. "If I ever get my hands on him I'll rip his fucking lungs out."

"You'll have to get in line behind mum."

Fred turned around to find George watching him with a wry grin. After a few seconds, a small grin of his own appeared on the older twin's face, the first genuine one since he awoke two days ago on the castle floor with Y/N unconscious and crumpled across his chest.

"I don't know why the Ministry bothered having dementors guard Azkaban when they could've just sent mum over instead."

George chuckled, then turned to face his twin. "So, when do you plan on telling her?"

"When do I--what are you talking about?"

"Tell Y/N that you love her."

"Oh. That." Fred muttered. "Wait. How did you know?"

"I'm your twin," George said, matter of factly.

Fred snorted, then rubbed his eyes. "I don't know. I wanted to tell her before the war, but I chickened out. And now--"

"‐‐would be the perfect time," George said.

The older twin looked incredulous.

"You almost lost your chance to tell her because you were afraid she didn't feel the same way," he continued when Fred remained silent. "Well, it's pretty obvious at this point that she loves you too. And besides, she's going to need you in the coming months. I think it'd really help her to know."

George stood and stretched. "Just think about it." He gave his twin another pat on the shoulder and headed back into the room.

~•~

"I'm going to walk again, even if it kills me." Y/N stood, teeth gritted, left hand holding onto the bed railing and the other clinging to Fred's arm. Her right side had taken the most hits and was causing tremors to shoot up and down her right leg.

"Wouldn't that be defeating the whole purpose of walking again?" Fred joked.

Y/N stuck her tongue out at him. Her face was red with exertion, sweat beading on her forehead.

"Okay, I think that's enough for now," Fred said. Y/N simply nodded and let him help her back into bed.

"How long?" Y/N gasped.

George held up the stopwatch, smiling. "Three and a half minutes. Half a minute longer than last time."

"Awesome," Y/N smiled and grabbed her water bottle from the bedside table.

"How's your pain?" Fred asked, pushing her sweat soaked hair from her forehead.

"Tolerable," Y/N answered. "My foot keeps going numb, though."

Fred nodded. He'd barely left her side since they'd arrived at St. Mungo's four days ago, and neither had most of the rest of the Weasley family, which was why George chose this moment to go take a walk.

"See ya later," he said, giving Fred a pointed look before he walked out the door.

~•~

'Well, now's as good a time as any,' Fred thought.

"You up for a chat, love?"

"Of course," Y/N smiled up at him.

Fred pulled his chair closer. "There's something I've, well--" he paused to clear his throat. "I've been wanting--"

He was interrupted by a knock at the door, followed by a cheerful, "Hello!" And Kingsley Shacklebolt's smiling face poking through the doorway. "Up for a visit?"

"Come on in," Y/N waved him inside, then looked up at Fred. "Talk later?"

"Absolutely," he ruffled her hair. "Think I'll go catch up with George."

"Good idea. It'll do you good to get some fresh air."

Fred gave a quick nod to Shacklebolt and headed out. 'Dammit.'

~•~

"They're releasing me tomorrow," Y/N said. "I can come back to work the day after."

Shacklebolt chuckled. "I appreciate your tenacity, but you need to rest and recover."

"I'll be fine. I have medicine. I have a wheelchair," she explained. "You've got to be swamped. There's so much that needs to be sorted and cataloged concerning the war."

"The Ministry's brought in some temps."

"No one knows your system better than me. It'll take forever to train someone new."

"I'll manage," Shacklebolt said. "You're taking time off whether you like it or not, Y/N. I'm not replacing you if that's what you're worried about."

"What about the Weasley's mortgage?"

"Their payments will still be covered," he assured her. "Now stop worrying so much and use that energy to heal, please."

Y/N had started to respond when someone cleared their throat, making Y/N jump.

Arthur was standing in the doorway. "What are you talking about? I was told that I'd paid our mortgage off."

~•~

"It was the least I could do to thank you--for everything you've done for me," Y/N explained to Arthur and Molly. "You took me in when I fell out with my family and had nowhere to go. You didn't have to do that, but you did. And you've become my family now. Please, just let me do this one thing for you."

~•~

The family was headed to the Burrow, but first, George wanted to grab a few things from his and Fred's apartment, and Molly needed to stop by Potage's Caudron Shop. The rest of the family, craving some semblance of normalcy, decided to tag along.

Fred and Y/N hung back a bit so they could talk. "Mum told me what you've been doing," he said. "About the mortgage and everything."

Y/N nodded. "They're not entirely comfortable with the concept, but I think they understand why I'm doing it and have agreed, albeit reluctantly, to let me continue paying half of it."

"So that day dad came home saying there had been an accounting error and the mortgage had been paid off a few years earlier than he expected, that was all you?"

"Yup."

Fred was not one to get weak in the knees. But in that moment, he was very glad he had her wheelchair to hold onto. Y/N kindness and generosity staggered him, and if there was ever a time he thought he couldn't love her more, today she proved him wrong.

"You two coming in?" Ron called back when they got to the shop.

Fred looked down at Y/N, "What do you say we soak in the sun instead?"

"Mhmm..." Y/N smiled. "I'd really love that."

"We're just gonna hang out here," Fred replied.

Ron gave them a thumbs up and followed the rest of the family inside.

~•~

Rather than pushing her wheelchair beside the little bench outside, he positioned it so they could sit face to face.

"There was something I wanted to tell you yesterday," Fred began. "But then Shacklebolt conveniently showed up."

"I remember," Y/N giggled. "He has impeccable timing."

Fred snorted and took her hands in his. "I'd like, if it's okay with you, to talk about things now."

"You have my rapt attention," a smile spread across Y/N's face.

"Okay, so there's this thing I've been wanting to say for a long time," Fred began. "But I didn't know how, because I'm not very good at this sort of thing. And I should've told you before now. And George said‐‐"

"Freddie," Y/N cut in. "You're rambling."

"Oh, right." Fred's face turned a brilliant vermillion. "Umm, so. The thing that I want to tell you is that I love you. I've loved you for a long time and I really hope you love me too."

"I--um--oh," Y/N stuttered, looking down.

Fred bit his lip, watching her for a few moments before speaking. "Does this mean you don't--"

Y/N's head snapped up, eyes wet with tears. "No, it's not that. It's just‐‐"

"Just what?"

She shook her head, looking away again. "It's just things are different now." She glanced down at her legs. "I--I'm broken now. I don't want you to have to, you know, take care of me. I can't let you--"

"Love, stop right there." Fred interrupted. "You're not broken, Y/N. Do you understand me? You. Are. Not. Broken. Ok?"

Y/N nodded, wiping at her tears.

"And I wouldn't be sitting here telling you I love you if I didn't want to take care of you."

"Well, yeah but--"

Fred clasped her face in his hands and pulled her into a kiss, drowning out every other thought in her mind except the heat of his lips on hers.

"Well, it's about damn time." A shadow fell over them. Fred pulled back, letting his mouth hover over Y/N's for just a second before turning to his twin.

"Don't you have something better to do, Georgie?"

"Nope. I've been waiting for this to happen for a long ass time."

Fred cocked an eyebrow.

"Ok, ok, I'm going!" George laughed and headed toward the cauldron shop.

Y/N and Fred watched him go before they turned back to each other.

"So, what d'ya say? Give us a try?" Fred asked her

"Y-yeah. If you're sure."

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

~•~

Y/N nodded, a smile spreading across her face. "Then I guess I should make it official." She leaned toward him, pausing just before their lips touched. "I love you too."

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latteunwoo · 3 months

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idk if it was ig reels or tiktok where i saw it but i saw an edit of nct dream jaemin and enhypen sunghoon ice skating and my brain started glitching fr because imagine hockey player jaemin x figure skater reader x figure skater sunghoon au where you and jaemin have been best friends since like diapers and he's always been secretly in love with you ever since he realized that his little "crush" on you from middle school might've been more than just a silly little crush. so when you guys started high school and you told your parents you wanted to start figure skating, jaemin overheard his mom talking about it after she came home from having lunch with your mom and so he asked jeno who was planning on joining the school's hockey team when tryouts were so he could tryout too because he knew that if you started figure skating you probably wouldn't have a lot of time to spend with him anymore but if he joins the hockey team (who practices at the same ice rink as the local figure skating team) then he'd be able to see you more. and then now here is where figure skater sunghoon comes in and becomes mr. steal yo girl. sunghoon is also on the figure skating team and of course since there aren't many guys who are on the team, sunghoon has most of the attention of the girls both on the team and even girls from the neighboring schools; except you of course. unlike the other girls, you're more focused on practicing to really pay much attention to him. there are a few occurences tho where you guys do talk, but it's nothing more than a "hi, good work out there" while you're both on your break and bump into each other by the vending machine. these interactions don't really mean too much to you toher than a friendly encounter. however, of course sunghoon seeing that you have almost no interest in him compared to the other girls makes him a little more intrigued and attracted towards you. so obv he develops a crush on you and now you got two boys lowkey but highkey in love with you.

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catindabag · 5 months

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TBOSAS on Crack short take (54)

Lucy Gray: Wovey, sweetie, not to sound weird, but how do you address ✨The Amazing Lucy Gray✨ again?

Wovey: The Annoying Birdy from 12!

Lucy Gray: The what?! Who told you to call me that?!

Wovey: Bread Boy Pablo.

Panlo: Ha! That’s what you get for stealing my hair curlers, Baird!

Lucy Gray: I needed those hair curlers to look pretty on TV, Pablo!

Panlo: It’s Panlo! And my Mentor gave them to me as a gift!

Lucy Gray: Your Gaius Brat can suck a di-

Circ: Yo! What about Circ with the quirk, Wovey?

Wovey: Mr. Smarty Pants.

Circ: I can live with that.

Teslee: And me?

Wovey: Curly Tops.

Teslee: Okay.😞

Hy: How about Hy?😀

Wovey: Who are you again?

Hy: Nevermind.

Sol: And Sol?

Wovey: Never heard of her.

Sol: But-

Mizzen: How about me, Wovey?

Wovey: You’re ✨The Gremlin✨.

Mizzen: Eh. Could be worse.

Coral: And me?

Wovey: You’re the angry babysitter.

Coral: That checks out.

Jessup: How about me?

Wovey: You’re Mr. Baby Blue Suit.

Jessup: But my suit isn’t even-

Treech: Me next!

Wovey: Lumberjack.

Treech: Nice!

Lamina: And me?

Wovey: Salty Tears.

Lamina: Wovey, why?!😭

Sheaf: How about me, sweetie?

Wovey: Sheaf the Chief.

Sheaf: Wow. Andie was right!

Tanner: How about your big bro Tanner?

Wovey: Mr. One Eyed Joe.

Tanner: Did Treech taught you that?!

Brandy: *is on top of a tree* It was I! Brandy Sharp Candy! *evil laughs*

Tanner: Get down from there, you mangy little shi-

Brandy: Never!!

Dill: How about me, Wovey?😀

Wovey: Shorty.

Dill: That doesn’t make sense. I’m taller than you.

Wovey: Reaper gave me a gumdrop to call you that.

Reaper: Dill, I-

Dill: Reaper, you lying traitor!

Bobbin: How about me, partner?

Wovey: Bobby Corn Poppy.

Bobbin: Curse you Juno Phipps!😫

Juno: Yo, how’s life, peasants?😌💅

Bobbin: What the heck?! How did you guys get inside our enclosure without us noticing again?!

Apollo: We paid the Peacekeepers to let us in again.😀

Hilarius: Hi, Wovey!

Wovey: Hi, Mr. Rich Clown!

Lucy Gray: Hi, Coryo!

Coryo: Hi, Birdy.

Mizzen: Where’s the food?!

Coryo: Oh, that’s right! We brought you guys 20 boxes of the Capitol’s best spinach puffs and 24 bags of their signature cream cheese bacon today.

Lucy Gray: Nice!

Tanner: Can’t wait to try that!

Mizzen: Blondie, hurry! Toss those spinach puffs to me!

Coryo: Wait-

Mizzen: Feed me and only me, Snow Bae! Feed me and only me!!

Sejanus: Yo, back off, gremlin! Coryo’s my Snow Bae! Not yours!

Mizzen: *hisses like a cat* Be gone, you evil rock merchant!

Sejanus: I’m not a rock merchant!

Coryo: Calm down, Mizzen. These spinach puffs are for everyone-

Mizzen: I am everyone!

Coryo: No, you’re not.

Mizzen: I am the Bacon King!

Coral: Treech, get the ropes before the gremlin eats our food again!

Treech: For the last time, Coral, I’m not your servant!

Marcus: Is it lunch time already?

Sejanus: Hi, Marcus! My Ma made this delicious pie just for you!☺️

Marcus: Ugh. My giant headache’s back again.😩

Sejanus: But-

Marcus: Marcus is too busy nursing his headache, Plinth!

Sejanus: But do you still want my Ma’s homemade pie?🥺

Marcus: No!

Sejanus: But- Coryo, help me!😭

Coryo: Marcus, do you want me to leave you my boyfriend’s mother’s blueberry pie before we leave?

Marcus: Obviously.🙄

Ginnee: Hi, Moonshine!

Diana: Hi, Gin!

Ginnee: Diana, did you bring the thing?

Diana: What thing?

Gunner: The “thing” that I told you to secretly smuggle yesterday.

Diana: Yup! As promised by the moon goddess, I brought you one of Gaius Breen’s spicy banned books that you really wanted to read-

Ginnee: Shhhhh! Don’t say that out loud, girl!

Otto: Say what, Ginnee?😒

Apollo: Otto, buddy, I thought you knew?

Otto: Knew what?

Apollo: That dear Ginnee requested my lovely twin sister to bring her a very spicy banned book to read.

Otto: What spicy banned book?

Apollo: 50 Shades of Gray.

Diana: Yeah, that’s true.

Ginnee: Lies! All I can hear are lies!

Diana: And she also wanted me to bring her an official copy of the Twilight Saga.

Ginnee: Otto, I can explain!😭

Lucy Gray: Yo, is the 50 Shades of Gray all about me?

Coral: Everything’s not about you, Baird!

Lucy Gray: That’s incorrect.

Otto: Ginnee.

Ginnee: Yes?

Otto: Your taste in books is trash.

Ginnee: I know!😭

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stitched-mouth · 8 months

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is it ok if i have a Robin Arellano x fem reader? lets say shes dating Moose but he treats her like shit but Robin always had a crush on her so he’s kinda like mr steal yo girl 💀

He’s Mr Steal Your Girl

Pairing: Robin Arellano x Fem! Reader.

Summary: Robin is Mr Steal Your Girl.

Warnings: Cheek kisses? Pet names? Mention of DV (Moose abuses the reader).

Writing Time: 1 hour (it’s short but I was writing real slow for some reason).

Word Count:

Format: HCs.

A/N:

Thanks for requesting! I made this HCs and a little more at the end as a treat, hope you enjoy.

I had to Google Moose because I forgot about him completely.

I am a smut writer, however works with minor pairings or sfw requests will always be sfw. Robin and Moose are minors so this is sfw.

• I have no idea why you’re with Moose.

• Boy is a weirdo.

• And an asshole.

• You didn’t like how he treated your or anyone in the school.

• So you had decided it was time to break up with him.

• But to be honest, you was a little scared of him.

• If you broke up with him, there was many possible outcomes.

• And none were good.

• So you had become the quiet fearful girlfriend who now just watched as your boyfriend kicked the shit of innocent people.

• Last time you got involved you ended up with a bloody nose.

• Staying out of it was the best way not to get hurt.

• That was until Robin Arellano had decided one day that he had had enough of your boyfriend’s shit.

• He saw the way Moose treated you and other people so he decided to do something about it.

• Robin made sure Moose regretted being such a bully.

• You had never seen someone fight your boyfriend before and win.

• So you was eager to get to know this kid.

• You followed Robin to the bathrooms afterwards, not caring about being a girl in the boy’s bathroom.

• Robin was washing the blood of his hand and looked up at you when you stepped in.

“This is the boy’s bathroom, beautiful, the sign is on the door.” Robin told you as he looked down again.

“I saw it.” You nodded slightly, “But just wanted to…um..”

“To what, Princess?” He turned off the tap and dried off his hands whilst staring at you, definitely checking you out.

“Thank you.” You finished, “Yeah… he’s a dickhead and needed an ass kicking.”

“No problem sweetheart. It was my pleasure.” Robin smiled.

You moved closer to him, “It was really cool.”

“You think so?” Robin smiled again, “I can do other cool things, not just kick ass.”

“Could you show me?” You asked.

“Of course. But how would your boyfriend feel about that?” Robin raised an eyebrow, still smiling though.

“He’ll take a hint when he sees us together and leave me alone. Or you could kick his ass again?” You replied.

Robin nodded, “Ok, it’s a date then.”

He pecked your cheek before exiting the bathroom, leaving you with butterflies.

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― pairing : Jeongin x fem! reader ― content warnings : fluff, grease! au - therefore it's the 50's, reader has a corruption kink, Jeongin is a nerd super shy small bean we all must protect, reader was Chris’ fwb ― word count : 2.232

― notes : this fic looks familiar?it is! I’m reposting ALL my works on this brand new blog and therefore please, bear with me! as always, askbox is always open and feedbacks are always welcome 💌

🕺 GREASE! STRAY KIDS SERIES

Chris part one | part two // Changbin // Jisung // Hyunjin // Seungmin // Minho // Felix // Jeongin

Jeongin waved goodbye at his girl-friend, right in front of the school gates. He held his books with one arm, and his smile was gentle, happy and wide. His hair was long and wavy; some strands of the bangs fell into his eyes sometimes, reason why his hair was always a little bit ruffled. In addition, his big, round glasses constantly sliding off his nose provided to make him appear even cuter, especially when he fixed them using his index finger – or during classes, with his pen. Damn him and his oversized light blue sweater which made him appear even smaller- «Please, stop.» Jisung’ voice made you snap out of your thoughts. «Mh?» you questioned, turning your head towards him and the others, with dreamy eyes. «Oh no, she’s doing it again.» Seungmin said, quickly getting up from the small cement wall where you all were seated. «Yeah, it’s scary.» Minho answered him, looking anywhere but carefully avoiding meeting your gaze. «What?» you asked, confused, looking at your friends. «What am I doing?» «Listen, doll. You… How can I say that…» Changbin sighed heavily, holding the bridge of his nose between his index and his thumb, closing his eyes as to find the words he needed, while you patiently waited for an answer with furrowed brows. «You’re looking at the poor boy like you want to eat him.» Felix completed his friend’s sentence, and Changbin nodded, silently agreeing with him. «I don’t loo-» «Yes, you do!» somehow, they all managed to say in perfect synchronization, making you gasp in shock, quickly placing a hand on your heart. First of all, how dare they lie like that and most importantly, steal precious time from your “Let’s stare at Jeongin and imagine to taint his soul by fantasies about him whining in pleasure under my control” sessions? «Well, it’s not my fault Jeongin looks like a perfect babyboy.» you licked your lips to emphasize the concept, turning your head to said boy, only to blush faintly as his eyes momentarily locked with yours. “He must have heard these idiots screaming”, you thought.

«See! She did that again!» Hyunjin exclaimed, holding onto Jisung’s arm as he blowed out a puff of smoke. Jisung chuckled quietly, along with Chris. «I suppose we could go to the library,» Chris smiled teasingly, as he took his car keys from his jacket. «And see if under the name “succubus” there’s a picture of her face.» You restrained from the instinct to throw your backpack at him. «Yo, Mr. Australian mate,» you said, quickly getting up from the wall and slightly patting on your ass to get rid of eventual traces of cement that stuck on the fabric of your jeans. «If we’re going to the library, you’d better fuck me in the history section, or else I’m not interested.» Needless to say, later that afternoon, Chan fucked you in the history section, your back pressed against the shelves and a hand tightly pressed against your mouth.

You absolutely loved your relationship with Stray Kids. Among the group of Pink Ladies, you were the only one who got along with them the most; actually, they basically considered you one of them, more like their Pink. You also really loved your relationship with Chris: the two of you loved each other in a friendly way at the point where you could really hold a friends with benefits relationship without catching feelings for each other. It was purely physical attraction, and the fact that you had many kinks in common made it easier to have fun and release your pent up stress and frustration due to school. Another thing the two of you had in common was, apparently, your corruption kink. Both you and Chris had a massive crush on two of the most pure souls in the college campus. If you had a massive crush on Jeongin, Chris had a huge crush on his cute girl-friend which always hanged around with him. «Look at her,» Chris elbowed you one day, during lunch. «She scrunches her nose when she doesn’t like her food, she’s so cute!» «Look at him,» you answered back immediately. «His sweater is so big he has sweater paws, he’s adorable!» The both of you would spend the majority of your lunches like that, ignoring your friends muttering how weird the two of you actually looked. «You know they’re literally two tables away from ours,» Jisung pointed his fork at you, «and you could literally talk to them, right?» Chris shook his head, and you did the same. «Han, look at me, and then at him,» you sighed loudly, staring at Jeongin, «He’d never want to have anything to do with me» you finally adverted your eyes from the boy, focusing on your food once again. Oh, if only you knew that both Jeongin and his friend actually heard the whole conversation that you and your friends just had, and that they both had a crush on the two of you, too.

«Uhm, sorry! Wait!» you froze in the middle of the hallways, recognizing that voice. You turned around, as slowly as a deer blinded by sudden lights, only to face Jeongin, in all his pureness, standing in front of you. «Y-Yes?» you said, your heart picking up pace just by seeing his cute and embarrassed smile. «Hi, well, you drop-I’m Jeongin!» he greeted, a cute mixture between shy and cheerful, holding his hands out for you to hold, while a faint blush covered his cheeks. You smiled as well, trying not to squeal at the cuteness of his sweater paws, and simply held his hand as you greeted him, introducing yourself as well. «You-You dropped this.» Jeongin said, holding out your keychain. «I thought you’d be sad if you didn’t find it anymore.» he shyly explained, as he placed the small keychain in the palm of your hand. «Thank you, Jeongin. You’re really sweet.» “babyboy”, you mentally added. Jeongin’s cheeks were now a deep shade of red, and you wondered that if you were to kiss his cheek now, you would feel your lips burn due to how undoubtedly warm his skin was. Curiosity had the best of you, and you reached out, pecking Jeongin’s left cheek: his skin was indeed super warm, but also super soft. You could smell the faint scent of shampoo that still lingered on his hair, making you want to ruffle it as well, but you restrained yourself. The transaction between Jeongin’s shocked expression right before erupting into a wide grin was absolutely priceless, and you were more than happy to be the one that caused it. «I’ll see you around then, Jeongin.» you winked at him, before walking away; as soon as you were out of Jeongin’s sight, you excitedly sprinted towards the parking lot, knowing you’d find the boys there, in order to tell them what happened. What you saw as soon as you reached there, however, made you suffocate an even more excited squeal down your throat. Chris was kissing the girl he had a crush on – Jeongin’s friend, as he pushed her against his car, her back turned towards your direction. Fate wanted Chris to open his eyes and meet your gaze, and you instinctively held your thumbs out, silently cheering for him and showing him your support. As quickly as you arrived, you turned on your heels, deciding you would call him later to tell him what happened with Jeongin.

«I can’t believe you finally made it!» you exclaimed, holding your pillow as you watched Chris sit next to you on your couch. «I’m so happy!» Three weeks passed since you saw them in the parking lot, and with everyone’s surprise, Chris and the girl become a couple rather quickly, making you the happiest friend in the world. Needless to say, as soon as you saw them kissing, the both of you instantly interrupted your friends with benefits relationship. «Now, we only need you to settle down with your crush.» Chris shrugged, playing with the zippo lighter in his hands. «I don’t think he likes me.» you sighed, holding your pillow even tighter to your frame. «We finally talk and we sat at together at the library to study together, but,» you plopped back on your bed, staring at the ceiling with a dejected expression. «I’ve slept around a bit too much for him to be interested in me.» Chris’ unexpected laughter interrupted your speech, and you threw your pillow at him, without sparing him a glance. This was your self-pity time; he had no right to laugh at your misery. «Doll, you’re saying this but half an hour ago you told me you’d love to see him tied up to your bedpost,» Chris said, slowly lying next to you as he sustained his weight with his bent elbow and his head on the palm of his head. «Chris, don’t.» you warned. «All needy and whiny, asking for mo-» the squeal that escaped your lips made Chris laugh even more at you, which were now shifting on your bed like a fish out of water. «I want him so much.» you whined, hiding your face in another pillow, «And he’s so cute and funny!» you added. «Chris.» you said, lifting your head to look at your blonde friend, which was looking at you with an amused smile. «I want to have sex with him and hold his hand and date him and taint his pure babyboy essence.» «So?» Chris shrugged. «So,» you mocked his tone. «I’m in danger.» Chris did not answer, but simply rolled his eyes at you, before hitting you with the pillow that you previously threw at him.

Few days later, you spotted Chris and Jeongin sitting on a bench while talking, but you did not give that interaction too much importance.

Neither Chris, his girlfriend and Jeongin showed up at school for a week, no one among your friends knew why. You could have suspicion about why a couple could skip school for a week, but, Jeongin? You and your friends decided to have another extra meeting at the Frosty Palace, so you could have dinner while elaborating new theories. After all, few years ago there had been a mysterious incident revolving around aliens not too far from your hometown, what if they kidnapped the three of them? «Han, what if something happened?» you sat with your back towards the entrance door of the Diner, so you didn’t mind anytime the bell rang, signalling new customers had arrived. «Jeongin doesn’t skip school, he’s-well, he’s Jeongin!» you added, furrowing your brows and nodding to empathise the concept. You did not have time to question why Han’s eyes widened at the point they were basically the size of a pan, when you felt someone sitting next to you on the red leather couch. As you saw an arm snake around your shoulders, you instantly assumed it was Chris, but something was different. Did he change his cologne? «Hi, doll.» Jeongin’s voice said, a little bit too cheerful to sound seductive. “Wait, Jeongin?” you thought, before turning your head at the speed of light. Jeongin was sitting next to you, his arm around your waist, but he looked like a totally different person: his glasses were nowhere to be seen, his hair was nicely brushed back and fixed with grease, he wore a leather jacket and a black shirt, and high waisted jeans. «I-wha-Hi.» you stuttered, eyes locking with Chris, who was standing behind him with a smug grin, affectionately hugging his girlfriend. «Consider this as an early birthday present.» your friend say, winking at you , before sitting with you and the others. «What’s with the new look?» you asked Jeongin as soon as the others started talking about random, uninteresting topics and the two of you could talk. Jeongin smiled, now his hands were resting on his lap as he timidly played with his fingers. «I’ve liked you for a while,» he explained, «I saw Chris and my friend getting together and I asked him for some advice.» You felt your head spin as your breath hitched. Jeongin had a crush on you? Since when? When did the planets align to grant your wish? «I have a crush on you too, but,» you smiled, reaching out to take his hand, intertwining your fingers. «I want it to be clear that I like you regardless of how you look like.» Jeongin’s cheeks flushed red once again, before nodding cutely. «I know.» «Good boy.» you whispered, leaning in to kiss the corner of his lips, before turning your attention on your milkshake. «Do you want to go to my house? So we can hang out?» Jeongin’s question surprised you, making you almost choke on the sip of milkshake you just drank. Without thinking about it twice, you said goodbye to the others in a very rushed way, as you leaded a blushing and giggling Jeongin out of the Frosty Palace by holding his hand. «Have mercy on the poor boy!» Changbin called out, and you glanced back at Jeongin, which shrugged, before winking at you. “This babyboy is going to be the death of me”, you smiled to yourself, as he suddenly escaped your hold just to drape his hand around your shoulder, kissing your hair as you kept walking.

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