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Housewife

Part - 2

Summery: Billy and Stu have been planning these murders for quite some time. Everything is going to plan until you show up. What happens when they meet someone who is just as mentally deluded as they are?

Pairing: poly!ghostface x fem!reader

Warnings for this series: murder, blood, smut (will be more in depth on smut chapters), power dynamics, a dash of sexism, knives, stalking, perverse behavior, cheating,

Part 1

If you heard the names Casey or Steve one more time you might go insane. Stu ran up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist. "Boo!" The binder you held in your arms unceremoniously hit the floor. "Let go of me weirdo." You struggled but he didn't let go. "Did ya hear about Casey and Steve?" You could scream. The heel of your Mary Jane shoes made contact with his toes making him lose his grip. With a huff you picked up your belongings. "Why is everyone so obsessed with them?" Stu cocked an eyebrow at you. "Uh because they were slit open like pigs in a butcher shop?"

"I get that trust me thats all anyone can talk about. But you can't act all sad like you've lost a loved one and then talk in great detail about what organ fell out where. It's inhumane." He leaned back on the lockers listening to you rant. "Yesterday was a complete shit show. That Steve guy was a prick to me and he didn't even know my name yet. So he can't be the saint everyone's making him out to be. Murders happen everywhere all the time these two aren't going to change anything."

"Interesting take from Marry Poppins. What's got your panties in a bunch today?" You opened your locker putting away your things for lunch. "Some asshole started talking to me in 2nd period about how in a movie I'd be a prime suspect because the murders started when I got here." Randy. Stu knew the moment you brought up movies. "Well you did say Steve was an asshat, that's motive Y/n." He was right but let's be real here. You couldn't take on an athlete if you were paid. You rubbed your face in frustration. "Relax I know it's not you. You'd cry if you got blood on that cute little dress of yours." It really wouldn't matter you knew how to take practically any stain out of a piece of clothing.

"You'd be surprised." Just as the words left your lips a kid bumped into you knocking you into Stu. His hands conveniently found your hips. "Watch where you're walking asshole!" Stu shouted with a laugh. You pulled yourself away from him trying to straighten your dress with your hands. "Hey I'm meeting Tatum and everybody by the water fountain, you in?" The idea of being around more people wasn't ideal. Stu could see on your face you didn't want to. "Oh come on Billy's going to be there." He wasn't dumb. Billy was an attractive guy, he was well aware of that. All the girls had a thing for Billy, you were no exception.

"If I go you can't just completely ignore me because I only know you two." Stu shut your locker for you as you continued to walk. "Ignore you? I could never. You could sit on my lap if you wanted to." You fake gagged making him laugh. "I don't think your girlfriend would like that." He just shrugged his shoulders. "Eh I do what I want." This doesn't surprise you. "You are a peace of work." The doors opened letting the light bombard your skin. "Picasso baby!" Stu shouted as he grabbed your hand pulling you towards the fountain.

"Fresh meat everybody!" He declared as you stood uncomfortably in front of everyone. Billy looked more than unamused at your appearance. "Y/n right? You're in my math class?" You nodded at the girl with brown hair. She stuck out her hand for you to shake. "I'm Sydney Prescott." Billy shook his head with a smile. "Nice to meet you Sydney." She smiled up at you and returned the sentiment. "She's the killer I'll bet anybody 10 bucks." If looks could kill he'd be six feet under. "Randy knock it off. You think this adorable face could murder?" Stu pinched your cheeks with a grin on his lips. "Not a chance." He let go and found a seat next to Tatum. "Plus there's no way a girl could've killed them."

"Scoot over let her sit down." Billy huffed but did what Sydney told him. "That is so sexist. The killer could easily be a female, Basic Instinct." You nodded in Tatum's defense. "That was an ice pick. Not exactly the same thing." Stu looked over at all of us before looking at Tatum. "Yeah Casey and Steve were completely hollowed out. The fact is it takes like, a man to do something like that." Sydney looked down at the ground uncomfortable with the conversation.

"I don't know feminine rage is pretty scary. Do you know how many cheating husbands get stabbed to death or fed to the dogs by the wife. The fact is women know how to get a job done quickly and quietly. Men get cocky and want to play around that's how they get caught." Randy snapped his finger point at you. "See what I mean!" Stu laughed and Billy just looked at you with intrigue.

"How do you gut someone?" The honest tone of Sydney's voice made everyone quite down. "You take a knife and you slit them from groin to sternum." Billy sat up seemingly done with the gorey details. "Hey, it's called tact fuckrag." Billy looked at Stu his eyes once again saying more than his words did.

"Change of subject, I like your dress it's very Hepburn." Tatum spoke up. You cleared your throat trying to shake off that uneasy feeling. "Thanks I made it myself." She sat up in shock. "No way! You should totally make me one." If only it were that simple. "You think I'd look good in something like that babe?" She asked Stu and if you knew anything about him he'd give a smartass answer. "I think it'd look better on my bedroom floor but hey." She smacked his arm as everyone shared a laugh.

Stu continued rambling on about the murders with Randy. You were sick of hearing about it and it appeared so was Sydney. Her hand rested on Billy's knee as he whispered something to him. He nodded as she left a kiss on his cheek. The moment she left his demeanor darkened even more. He looked truly angry at this point. You assumed it was because Stu had upset her. Billy leaned next to you just enough to hit Stu's arm. "Ow man what gives? I was joking!" Billy was the next to get up followed by Randy.

"Hey Y/n? Are you doing anything Saturday? Me and Syd were going to hang out this weekend you could totally join." You knew Stu and Billy had plans to hang out with you and by the look on Stu's face he'd be upset if you said yes to Tatum. "Can't. My dad's going to be gone this weekend so I have to house sit." The smile on Stu's face was far from innocent. "You think with a killer on the loose you should be home alone?" She had a point but you doubted there was a serial killer running around. "I know how to lock my doors I'll be fine. Promise."

The school day went by fast thankfully. But once again everyone crowded around your car. "I'm not giving you a ride today." You shook your head. "I was thinking we could all go riding around maybe go to the mall? Someone's got to give you a tour." Stu said gesturing to the friend group you know found yourself a part of. "You don't have to of course." Sydney chimed in. She was probably the nicest one out of the group. "Who's got money for gas?" In an instant Stu handed you a crumpled up 100 dollar bill. "That should cover it and don't ask where its been." He noticed the shock on your face. "Don't worry there's more where that came from." He winked at you and Tatum rolled her eyes. You shoved the bill in your purse snapping it shut.

"Ive got work today so I'll catch you all later." Randy said as he walked away. You felt a little bad you were relieved at his absence. "Okay I've got bench seats so three people can sit up front and three in the back. "I call back seat with Stu." Tatum pulled at his shirt dragged him to the back. "No doing anything weird back there this is my dad's car." Tatum just laughed and Stu stuck his tounge out shaking it at you in protest. "Oh shit I forgot I've got to study for that exam tomorrow. I have to get home." Stu started to boo and Tatum echoed her boyfriend. "We'll only be gone a couple hours Syd."

"I have to pass this test Billy. You go ahead and go. You guys have fun!" She grabbed her bag and headed off towards the busses. Billy sat in the passenger seat again same aggravated look on his face. "Would it kill you to smile?" You asked lightheartedly. He turned to you flashing the fakest smile you'd ever seen. "See was that so hard?" Sarcasm dripping off your words. "Incredibly."

The mall wasn't hard to find after Tatum gave you some directions. You weren't sure how this little outing would go. On one hand it was nice having friends and spending time with people but on the other you and Billy were third wheeling. You had only been through half the stores and Stu already managed to spend an egregious amount. "Ooh help me pick out a set." Tatum said pulling Stu into the Victoria's Secret. Billy followed them in so you had no choice but to follow suit. "Do you have a boyfriend?" Billy asked as he touched the lace fabric on a teddy. "Odd question to ask considering you have a girlfriend."

"Fuck me for trying to make conversation." You laughed and decided to play along. "I do. We're trying the whole long distance thing." Billy found it hard to make eye contact with you. Choosing to play with and pick up anything around him to keep his hands busy. "He's probably cheating you know? Teenage boys do that." You're beginning to think both him and Stu have absolutely no filter. "Probably but it's not the like the guys around here are any better. I mean look at you and Stu." You're eyes flickered over to Stu holding up a bra to his chest declaring he was a girl. With a shake of the head you turn back to Billy. His eyes met with yours and for the first time he didn't advert his gaze. "Do you wear anything like this?" He gestured towards the thongs and see through bras.

"Nah I'm more into ropes and whips." You joke thinking if anyone would find it funny he would. His eye grew just a tiny bit wider surprised at your response. His lips quirked upwards a small smirk playing at his mouth. "I'm kidding!" Your face grew hot as he looked back down at what you were wearing. "No you're not. You're a freak. It's always the nice girls." Scoffing at that you wiped your hands down your dress trying to pull it further down your legs.

He smiled knowing he was making you uncomfortable. "You're a real creep you know that?" He held up in hands in fake surrender. "You caught me." Tatum shouted your name from across the store. "That's my que." You had no idea where she was or what she was doing. "She's in the dressing room I offered to help but ya know." He raised his eyebrows suggestively as if you didn't already know what he meant.

"Tatum it's me." You knocked on the door and it opened immediately. Her arm stuck out grabbing you and pulling you in. "You've got to stop doing that." You said in a hushed voice. "Opinions?" She said as she spun around practically naked. The red lace nightie left little to the imagination. "Um I think it looks cute. It doesn't cover much does it?" You ask and she laughed. "That's the point silly. You don't think it makes me look fat?" She was so skinny you worried about were her organs were let alone be over weight. "You look fine hun. I'm gonna go check on the guys." She said alright and let you slip out of the dressing room.

"We got you something." Stu shook the bag in front of your face startling you. "He got it." Billy spoke up as you took the bag from Stu. "No you grabbed it and said it would-" A swift punch to the ribs shut the blonde boy up. "Don't open it till later." Billy said and for some reason you agreed. "Is she about done in there?" The door opened and Tatum eagerly ran to the checkout desk. Stu like a puppy followed right behind her leaving you and Billy alone again.

"What did you get me?" Once again his eyes were on the floor. "Wouldn't you like to know?" He quipped his eyes finally reaching your face. "I would. That's why I asked." You both smiled at the small reenactment. "You didn't have to get me anything especially from here." He grabbed the bag from you tying the ribbon strings together. "Don't get too excited it's not a ball gag or anything." You smacked his arm snatching the bag back. "Plus I didn't pay for it. Rich boy over there did." He pointed at Stu.

"I'm hitting up Spencer gifts who's coming with me?" Going into that store with Stu was probably the dumbest thing you could do. "I'm in." You said mentally regretting it. "I'll go where you go." Tatum said as she hugged his arm. The last one to go was Billy. "Let's just get this over with." Stu practically ran to the opposite end of the mall with Tatum tossed over his shoulder. "There's no way your feet aren't killing you." Billy said looking down at your heels.

"I grew up in high heels mister. I could run in these bad boys if I had to." You weren't kidding. Growing up in a household where you had church every Sunday and you only had one pair of sneakers, you could run in heels. "I doubt that." He was getting more comfortable around you. Billy didn't even realize it. He used to be fun. He used to screw around and let loose like Stu does. Since his mom left and the world seemed to collapse around him he just had one to many stabs in the back.

"Wanna race?" He looked at you with a childlike curiosity. He would win he knew that much. Considering his murderous tendencies he could beat you in ten seconds flat. "I run to the store and if you catch me before I get there you win. What do you say?" Before he could answer you took off running. It was supposed to be fun for the both of you. A little game of cat and mouse. What you didn't realize was how seriously he would take it. The simple sound of his boots gaining up on you was terrifying. Your laughter stopped as you sped up.

You ran around people, who were then pushed out of the way by Billy. This was no longer a game. He was trying to catch you. The click of your heels got faster and faster till you ran into someone. "Woah there what's going on?" You looked up and saw Stu waiting at the door of Spencer's. You won. Billy was just two steps behind you the entire time. "Damnit!" He exclaimed appearing genuinely pissed that he didn't grab you. Tatum chimed in asking him what the hell was going on. After all to them it seemed like something horribly wrong had happened. "We were just playing. I told him we'd race each other." You looked back at Billy trying to catch his breath.

"Billy Loomis playing a game? Now that's unheard of." Stu gasped as he walked in the store. You approached Billy deciding to check on him. Your hand touched his shoulders as they heaved up and down. "Are you okay?" His hand wrapped around your wrist tighten enough to bare pain. "I'm fine." He flung your hand away, leaving you behind as he walked in the store. So much for that. It was hot and cold with him. You couldn't figure it out and you weren't sure if you wanted to.

Stu and Tatum were over in the novelty section making dirty jokes and just getting on each other's nerves. You didn't know where Billy went. You walked to the back of the store ignoring the adult toy section. You looked down at your stockings noticing the big rip on your right leg. "Shit!" You cursed picking at the hole. Going through the short selection of stockings they had to offer you finally settled on a pair. They were thigh highs which is something you usually didn't wear. Victoria's secret bag and stockings in hand you walked up to the cashier and paid.

Afterwards you met up with Stu and Tatum who were as equally ready to leave as you were. "Where's Billy?" She asked. "I have no idea." Stu leaned over trying to peak into the Spencer bag. "You get something from the back?" You did but you weren't going to be honest about it. "I did. I got it for Tatum though. She deserves at least six inches." She started to laugh as Stu acted all dramatic. "Ha ha really funny. Go ahead laugh it up. I'll have you know she's perfectly content with what she's got." Tatum shook her head making you laugh even harder. "You guys ready to go?"

"Where'd you go?" You asked Billy as he shoved his hands in his pockets. "Bathroom." You're not sure what you did to piss him off. Is he butthurt that you beat him in a race? That can't be it he's not 5. He shouldn't be upset by such a small thing. "Let's go bitches!" Stu and Tatum walked hand in hand once again leaving you and Billy to talk. "Did I do something wrong?" You ask gingerly not to upset him further. "No." Another one word answer.

"We can race again. I'll let you catch me this time. I'll play dead and everything if you'd like." You laughed trying everything in your power to make him tolerate you again. "You would?" You weren't being serious but if that's what it took so be it. "If you'll stop being mad at me I will." That somehow put a smile on his face. "Should I start running?" You joke and he actually chuckles. "No no. We'll save that for later."

Everyone makes their way to your car getting in the same seats as before. "I know where Stu lives where do you two live?" You sit your bags in the floor next to Billy's black combat boots. "I'm going to her house before I go home so you can take me there. She's going to take me home before they pick up Sydney." She proceeds to giggle at the admission. "Just drop me off at Stu's" Billy says as he slicks his hair back. "Do you live at Stu's place?" You start the car leaving the mall in your rearview mirror. "Stu's parents are never home so they practically live together."

Billy looked out the window not making eye contact with anyone in the car. "Means I throw the best damn parties our school has ever seen." Stu and Tatum rejoiced in the back. That fact left more questions than answers. It made sense why Stu seemed to be so flippant with money. It even explained his overall behavior. Billy's case however was different. How bad was it at his house that he needed to live with Stu? In all honesty you felt bad for both the boys.

"Hey Billy open the glove compartment and play something." He did as told until he saw the contents of the glove box. "What the hell?" He said as he pulled out an 8 track. "Listen my dad had an 8 track player put in back in the 70s so that's all I got." With a smile on his face he dug through all the boxes.

Pushing the tape into the car AC/DC blasted through the speakers. "How'd I know you'd pick that one?" He carefully put all the tapes back where he got them. "I have good taste what can I say?" He shrugged. First stop was Tatum's house. She gave you the directions which you quickly found out she lives on the same street as you. "Your lights on upstairs is your dad home? I saw your car in the driveway this morning." Tatum asked pointing at your house. Fuck. "So this is where the mysterious Betty Crocker lives." Stu laughed putting on his best Vincent Price voice. Billy was just satisfied in knowing where you live. "Yeah my dad is. He's probably sleeping though he's got to get up early in the morning which means I've have to get home so scoot." You waved the couple out of your car quickly.

You pulled away getting just a couple houses down the road before your car began to stall. "What's wrong?" Billy asked as you look around. "I don't know it hasn't done this before." You turned the car off and on again but nothing happened. "Does it have gas?" You didn't get gas. The crumpled 100 was still shoved in your purse. "Son of a bitch." You cursed as you hit the steering wheel. "Hop out I've got to go get the gas can out of my garage."

"Do I get a house tour?" You stayed quiet genuinely upset at your ignorance. "Listen when we go inside I want you to be quiet. Okay?" Billy nodded as you unlocked your front door. "Holy shi-" You immediately covered his mouth. "I told you to be quiet." Slowly you pulled your hand away and he stepped into the house. "What year do you think it is?" You shut the door as quietly as possible knowing your dad could get up at anytime. "Oh shut up." Billy looked around at the old pictures, the old decor, really the old everything. Billy didn't come from rich parents like Stu. Your house was definitely bigger and better but it didn't have the rich person feel. Billy's house wasn't the problem for him, it was the people in it. It used to be a happy home but all that was waiting for him now was alcohol and fights.

While you sat your bags down he looked around the place. It looked like no one had bought anything new for the place since the 70s. The TV in the living room was 90% wood and the kitchen was a tacky yellow. All the appliances on the counters had to be at least 20 years old. Hell the phone on the wall was a rotary dial phone. Billy felt like he was walking into the Myers house.

"Let's go!" You whisper yelled at him the heavy gas can pulling on your arm. "Give it to me." Billy grabbed the can with ease helping you out the front door. He went ahead and filled the car up for you so you could run the empty can back inside. "Thank you." You said with a huff throwing yourself in the driver seat. "It's nothing." He replied already ready to go. Before you did anything you peeled the heels off your feet tossing them in the back seat. The next to come off were your ripped stockings. Billy watched as your upper thigh was exposed. He could see the hem of your pink underwear before you caught him.

"Perv." You smiled knowing he had to be a little flustered. He just shook his head looking at the ceiling. You threw the stockings in the back seat with your shoes. Billy cleared his throat trying to start up a conversation."Your house is nice." You breathed out a laugh as you started the car. "You don't have to lie."

Billy's demeanor changed once again. Now that it was just you and him he had one leg bent on the seat so his body could face towards you. Even though your eyes were on the road you could feel his burning holes in you. "I mean it. It's different. Better than all those rich bitches we go to school with." He wasn't lying. It was hard to find anyone who had an actual personality these days.

"I know it's not everyone's cup of tea. My dad doesn't really care what I do with the house as long as there is food on the table when he gets home." Billy bit his lip in thought. "So you did all of that?" He found it impressive to say the least. "Not really. I haven't messed with much since my grandparents passed. The way the kept things always seemed nice as a kid. And I don't see the sense in wasting money on new stuff when I've got perfectly good old stuff that works." He saw the way your eyes grew wide when Stu handed you that hundred. You're not a money person. You were modest. Going through the mall you only bought one thing for yourself while Tatum begged for everything she saw.

"How often is your dad gone?" He asked. A dangerous question to answer if Billy's asking it. "He can be gone for weeks at a time. He's a truck driver. He goes where his boss tells him to go." The car goes quiet for a little while. Luckily for you it's comfortable. "What about you? How's your mom and dad?" You meant nothing hateful by it and he knew that. "I live with my dad too. My parents split up." You could feel him putting those walls back up. It was night and day with Billy. Slowly you car came to a stop in Stu's driveway. "My mom isn't in the picture either. You know if that shit ever starts to bother you, you can call me. As long as your girlfriends okay with it that is." You grabbed a pen out of the glove compartment gently pulling Billy's hand towards your lap.

His hand sat on top of your right thigh as you touched the tip of the pen to your tongue. Carefully your wrote down your phone number where the numbers were visible. Billy for the first time in awhile, he was the one who was scared. Scared of moving even the tiniest bit. A simple harsh breath would ruin whatever this was. Softly you brought his hand up to your face blowing cool air on the drying ink. "There ya go." You tossed his hand back, your gentle nature now gone. "But um yeah if you ever need to talk you can call me."

Funny enough he didn't want to call you. "Sure." Was all he could muster up. Billy finally decided he didn't want you dead like the rest of them. You were kind enough not to piss people off but you were sure of what you wanted. Too trusting, yes but it definitely helped his case. He'd have to make a new plan one that doesn't get you hurt. Well, one that doesn't get you killed.

Part 3

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Heartslabyul x MC! like Rosie

⊹Synopsis ⊹ೃ 🌹⋆The Heartslabyul boys with a MC! or Yuu like Rosie.

⊹Relationship ⊹ೃ 🌹⋆ Fall in love / free of interpretation.

⊹FEM! MC/Yuu/Reader ⊹ೃ 🌹⋆

⊹Clarifications: I changed the fact that MC! Rosie is a cannibal for obvious reasons and the age of the reader is not specified in case they want to interpret themselves as another species that is not human. I specify that MC! has great talent in the kitchen because Auntie Rosie really gives me THAT expert cook vibes.

⊹Rosie's Analysis ⊹ೃ 🌹⋆

• Rosie is a capable and articulate woman, quite gentle and friendly but no one knows if she is really honest, she is intelligent, patient, courteous, elegant and charming when interacting with others. She is especially kind and affectionate with those she considers her friends, she is very close to her group and is a very good and efficient leader, just as she is kind she can also be intimidating and authoritarian when she wants, her jokes can be somewhat old, which She is right with her taste for the old and old-fashioned, she is good at giving advice and can even offer to solve other people's problems herself, she is a kind host, giving her guests a place to sit and rest and offering to give them food before accepting listen to their problems and possibly offer help, however she also has her dark side, being someone very intelligent and astute, it is relatively easy for her to find people's weaknesses or virtues and manipulate them to her convenience. Among her tastes are cooking, old-fashioned music and meat, she is talented in areas such as cooking and music, especially in singing and charisma, and it is easy to get attached to her and her intelligence, deducing quick solutions to problems.

Riddle Rosehearts

🌹Riddle sees you as a kind of mother, the way you speak to him and see him proudly when he has an achievement makes his little heart feel warm with the maternal affection that he never really had.

🌹 You are his best advisor when he feels overwhelmed or stressed, your calm attitude helps him calm down and think with a cool head.

🌹 Your taste for old or outdated doesn't really bother him, in fact he finds it cute that you look like an ancient woman despite you're apparently being his age.

🌹 Riddle thanks you for calming down the uni-neural duo Adeuce's antics and keeping them calm at least for a while, before you has to be dragged with them into another problem.

🌹 Riddle probably didn't see many movies growing up and only saw a few with his mother, so he probably knows Mary Poppins and might find it curious how much you look like that old character.

🌹 Riddle loves your style and how you combine it with the aesthetics of his dorm, the red and pink colors with black in your elegant and sophisticated outfits remind him a lot of roses and in general of his dorm, along with your good education and good manners he thanks heaven (Crowley) that for once he doesn't have to deal with another troublemaker.

🌹 Due to his closed thinking, Riddle is glad that you like old music, because his mother used to listen to that type when he was younger and almost automatically he learned it by heart, so there are times when both of them do duets in private, singing songs that almost no one at school could recognize.

🌹 The first time he saw your imposing and somewhat... sadistic side... he was paralyzed, for the first time he saw you approach someone without your kind smile and instead it was a smile almost without emotions and as if you were about to eat someone alive (wink~ wink~), at that moment he swore never to turn you against him and even less to get you angry.

🌹 Hiss tea parties are the best since you are present at them and accompany him, your conversations never bore him, whether it is a story of mischief with the duo Adeuce and Grimm or that you have heard some gossip from a student, you always have something what to tell him.

Ace Trappola

♥ YOU HAVE BEEN PROMOTED TO UNOFFICIAL GODMOTHER OF ACE-

♥ This boy is very prone to getting himself and the others around him into trouble, so luckily you are there to control his recklessness.

♥ When Ace is angry or frustrated, whether because of Riddle or because the basketball club lost a game, he comes to you to feel comforted and pampered. You are good at listening to all his complaints and watching him vent without feeling judged. (even if you almost never understand him, because he speaks too complicated and fast-)

♥ However, you always scold him and avoid his disasters when he act like a brat.

♥ Your taste for things that are old-fashioned and old makes him wonder if you are really his age, in addition to your strange way of speaking and your manners reminding him of the old ladies in his neighborhood, however he will never criticize you and instead he may ask you one thing or another joke about that.

♥ It must be said that Ace has quite a sweet tooth, but you managed to convince him to come to you and not to steal Riddle's pies, Ace would never admit out loud the fact that he feels like a spoiled child trying the delicacies you cook for him.

♥ Ace is tender when he wants to, he really likes being with you without doing anything because you tend to spoil him and take care of him. (ROSIE HAS A LOT OF A CUTE MOM VIBES)

♥ Just as Ace is a total idiot, you are a sweetheart of a person, no one knows how the hell you ended up with him and they start to think that Ace put a spell on you or something.

♥ Aside from your good taste and talent in food, Ace is a little disturbed by the fact that you sometimes make either desserts or meals in the shape of human body parts... in addition to your jokes about cannibalism.

♥ Ace admires how easy it is for everyone to like you, he would pay anything to have your talent... I mean, even Riddle adores you!... that may or may not include the fact that he takes advantage of some people 'cause they have you appreciated

♥ In short, he loves you, although sometimes you seem like an old cartoon character because of your personality and tastes, he loves you because you are his compass in his impulse of idiocy.

Deuce Spade

♠️ Deuce... Deuce... this poor boy is exploding with love, we all know this boy LOVES his mother and the fact that you are like one really takes him through the roof.

♠️ Oh your food! Add Deuce to your list of the most loyal (free) customers in all of Twisted Wonderland! this boy dies for your food! It will actually eat anything you give to him, even if he ends up rounder than a ball.

♠️ Oh yeah, you're definitely what he needs, pull his ear when he does something stupid! or reward him with your love when he achieves a goal! this man is at your feet.

♠️ Regarding your tastes... he doesn't really know what to think, on the one hand he finds the fact that you look like an old lady in the fashion of the time adorable and on the other hand it confuses him... How old did you say you were? Are you sure you weren't born in 1920?... oh don't be offended! It just means that you see a lot of those times! It's a compliment!

♠️ Oh I really think Deuce would learn some of your songs just from you, plus he probably knows them if his mother used to listen to them or if he shares tastes with you! I really think Deuce would be a gentleman, even looking at the ground 7/24 when dancing with you so as not to step on you.

♠️ He probably takes photos of you to send to his mother or something, he's really fascinated by how your style combines with your youth and elegance. PS: Mama Spade is already scheduling everything to meet you, lady!

♠️ Deuce really appreciates your advice and teachings, he has improved a lot since he applied them, from his grades to his social relationships, oh my god, this man is going to marry you as soon as you both graduate.

♠️ Deuce believes that you were really meant to be in Heartslabyul, your care with animals, how you don't fail a single Riddle rule and how you have such a motherly relationship with everyone... Deuce admires you the most, girl.

♠️ Deuce notices how you tend to prefer his manners, often jokingly comparing him to Ace and saying something like: "Oh Deuce, polite as always. Ace! You can learn something from him!" And there you have it, as red as Riddle's hair as he feels blessed by the gods to see you so comfortable with him.

♠️ However, you also take care of reminding him that not everyone is good, taking care of his naivety, reminding him that an action can sometimes be worth a thousand words. He thanks you.

♠️ In the end, Deuce realizes that you are perfect for him: Intelligent, wise, educated, friendly and so beautiful in his eyes. You can bet what you want, but this guy will ask you to marry him as soon as he can! Do us a favor and take care of him, this boy loves you very much!

Trey Clover

♣️ Oh boy... There's finally a mom to take care of the big brother of all Heartslabyul! Girl, please take care of this man...

♣️ I think we all know Trey's caring tendency with his teammates, in the end he is surprised when he realizes that you are trying to take care of him and advise him, because usually the one who assumes that role is usually him.

♣️ Sometimes you have to remind him that just like his peers, he is a teenager and should focus on enjoying his youth! The poor man is always taking care of others and forgets about himself :(

♣️ You and Trey are a cute duo, you both cook excellent and take care of others... Who knew you weren't married huh?

♣️ Your old style and taste for the old-fashioned is curious, in reality it doesn't bother him since it is your own style and good for you if it makes you happy.

♣️ It only takes a few minutes for him to realize your resemblance to certain old characters cough Mary Poppins cough... And your exotic way of speaking, I honestly doubt he's ever heard someone with your accent and idioms before aside from one or another old woman.

♣️ Couple's hobby! You two definitely cook together! He is splendid with desserts and you with the common dinner! especially meat!... Trey sometimes doesn't know whether to laugh or ask for help when you start making certain black jokes about human flesh... (That no one understands)

♣️ Trey is amused by your musical nature, you actually sing or hum old songs while you cook or do other things my goodness! He may even end up learning them by listening to you.

♣️ Oh god, take care of this man for us! He's so tired of being the one who takes care of him!... please don't hesitate to pull his ear when he tries to disobey out of mere habit-

Cater Diamond

♦️ TAKE NOTE: CATER IS TURNING YOU INTO A MAGICAME MODEL.

♦️ My God. Cater loves your aesthetic, you give him the most beautiful vintage and dark vibes that he can't resist taking photos of you and uploading them to Magiacme. (with your permission.)

♦️ I don't think Cater will stop when it comes to teaching you about the technology, because even if you don't use it much you still agree to listen to him talk as much as he wants about it.

♦️ Let's say it, Cater is not really as we know him... And he tries to hide it, however you are always there to give him words of support and a sweet hug that takes him out of his turbulent mind.

♦️ Cater will definitely help you create content on networks if you access, cooking recipes, tips or pure photos with your aesthetic. Count on him!

♦️ Cater is amazed by your musical talent, although your voice may not be that of a modern singer who hits exaggerated notes, you know how to use your own voice and create a beautiful symphony and you can bet that Cater records it, even if it is just for him. (With your permission.)

♦️ Cater is already planning the wedding, he can already imagine you in a beautiful white dress with a "mermaid tail" skirt, a beautiful dress adorned with roses or white feathers, your beautiful smile that lights up her days... oh god, you have this man in your hands.

♦️ Cater loves your advice accompanied by a delicious meal or a simple cup of tea, Cater may not like sweets but you especially know how to make him eat some healthy sugar from time to time without making him feel disgusted or directly unable to swallow, now you're the Star chef of Heartslabyul. (Trey prepares the desserts)

♦️ Cater loves being with you, even if it's in silence or listening to your vintage music while you simply rest in each other's presence, this poor boy is tired and you are his comfort.

♦️ Congratulations, you have adopted five children with emotional problems! Now you are the mother/godmother of Heartslabyul, they love you and you love them, please take care of them! and I recommend that you start charging Crowley for the therapy of these boys, because you're leaving here married.

Nymph's Note:

My life is crazy, I had a flood in my apartment due to the negligence of a plumber... you have no idea of the chaos of things I currently live in, documents and clothes got wet, I have had to send many things to wash... Well, life goes on :), I finally managed to finish this one! Rosie really is one of my favorite characters, she's a beauty and I really feel like she fits like a glove with Heartslabyul.

I hope you enjoyed!

Remember to tune in, end of this broadcast!

Heartslabyul Dorm x MC! Like Rosie Done!

Next: Savanaclaw Dorm x MC! Like Carmilla Carmine???

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Midnight Literature Conversations Pt 2

Authors Note: Yea, Umm. This was due over 2 months ago. I really do apologise for not posting earlier, but I had absolutely no ideas on how to continue with a part 2 😭

Warnings: Nothing! English is not my first language so please do not hesitate to let me know if I have made any grammar mistakes.

Word count: 388

Pairings- Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader

The next couple weeks carried on the same. I couldn't sleep so I went down to the kitchen to bake, and sure enough the handsome super soldier would be sitting at the island counter reading. Every 4 days or so, he would, however, have a new book in his grasp. I've seen him with Mary Poppins, The Waves, and even Of Mice And Men.

This evening however, was different. It was 3:22 in the morning by the time I brought up enough courage to leave my room and go bake. But upon entering the kitchen, I wasn't met with the usual quietness I was so very used to. But instead, I witnessed Bucky pulling a tray out of the oven.

“Oh fuck” he seethed, as he laid the tray down on the cooling rack.

“Burn yourself?” I questioned, amused at the event taking place in front of me.

“Oh, Hi. Yeah, I probably should've worn mitts.” Bucky laughed off nervously.

“What did you bake?” I asked curiously. “I heard you talking to Wanda yesterday about not having pumpkin pie in a while so I tried baking you one.” He replied with an innocent smile. “That's so sweet of you Bucky.” I exclaimed excitedly.

After putting the pie on the cooling rack, Bucky handed me a plate and a knife, and I helped myself to a slice of the pie. Taking a bite of the pie, my mouth exploded into pure bliss. It was the most wonderful Pumpkin Pie I had ever had before in my life. With such a smooth texture, and perfect flavouring. Not even realising that I had closed my eyes, I opened them quickly, just to see the super soldier staring into my eyes. Love and adoration written all over his face.

“Do you like it?” he asked. “Like it?! Are you kidding? I love it. It's so good. Please tell me the recipe.” I exclaimed. A bright smile showed on Bucky's face, evident from the joy I brought him. “I'm glad you like it.” He said as he shyed away from the kitchen. “We should bake together next time.” I offered with a warm smile. “I guess we could do that.” Bucky replied before leaving awkwardly.

I smiled to myself, cherishing the last bite of pie. ‘Gosh. I'm in love.’ I finally registered.

#avengers #bucky barnes #fanfiction #marvel #black widow #chris evans #fanfic #bucky x reader #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky fanfic #marvel bucky barnes #james bucky #james bucky barnes #bucky x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barns fanfiction #bucky barnes x female reader #smut bucky barnes

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sublimecatgalaxy · 1 year

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♥️ Euphoria Related Masterlist ♥️

Before requesting, take a look at my Masterpost to gain more insight into my DNI and requesting guideline lists. Take a look at my Prompt List for some ideas regarding request too!

Faye:

Everything Has Changed: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Summary: Fezco and the reader have been friends since childhood. She watched Ash grow up and she watched Fez take over the (dangerous) family business, she's been around through it all. He was a leader and she was his side kick, his sounding board, his go-to person other than Ash. They were family and always have been. The reader wasn't familiar of Laurie and her relevance in her best friends life until one night, Fez get's an urgent call from his friend Custer. Everything that follows, let's just say is Custer's fault"

Faye NSFW Alphabet

Faye Fluff Alphabet

★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★

Nate Jacobs:

Soft Nate:

Summary/Request: "can you do a nate jacobs x fem!reader of just soft nate? any setting works, i just love soft nate"

Sister Sister:

Summary/Request: "Yeah i want a headcanon about being nate sister, Sorry i didn't specify"

★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★

Platonic!Ashtray:

Gameplay:

Summary/Request: Platonic!Ashtray x Reader- "Fluffy blurb with fez where the reader and ash play video games all day"

Angry Visitor:

Summary/Request: Platonic!Ashtray x Reader- "i was wondering if you could do some more platonic ashtray fluff?"

It's A Girl:

Summary/Request: Platonic!Ashtray x Reader- "Fez and Reader figuring out Ash has a crush at school. I can see Ash being like “I don’t like her!”

Graduation:

Summary/Request: Platonic!Ashtray x Reader- "Could you do a fluff blurb with either Ash graduating with the reader, fez and Lily."

Scared Straight:

Summary/Request: Platonic!Ashtray x Reader- "Could you please write something like this with fez x reader and ash? I'm begging you at this point, I'm at the first stage of grief lmaooo"

Mary Poppins:

Summary/Request: Platonic!Ashtray x Reader- "reader x ashtray (platonic) where they have a movie night and he starts thanking her for basically being his mother and always protecting him"

Grocery Run:

Summary/Request: Platonic!Ashtray x Reader- "Just a funny blurb where fez sends ash and his girl out to the grocery store and they come back with random shit😂"

The Talk:

Summary/Request: Platonic!Ashtray x Reader- "you and fez having “the talk” with ash after finding out your pregnant with fez’s baby? i feel like even though ash knows he’d still be the cringing uncomfortable child hearing it from two parent figures"

Hurt:

Summary/Request: "could you do an imagine (or blurb if you prefer) of a deal going wrong and fez girlfriend somehow ends up hurt (nothing too dramatic tho) and fez and ash feel all guilty and get protective and so :)"

Shorty:

Summary/Request: "Can you do a mother figure to ash where your at a party and nate keeps bothering you, fez was going to do something but then ash did something instead!"

Jealous:

Summary/Request: "platonic!ash x reader where the reader is fezco’s gf and she just found out she was pregnant so ash gets a bit sad and jealous and they just reassure him that he’ll always be priority?"

Bullied:

Summary/Request: "maybe ash gets bullied at school bc fez didn't come to his eight grade graduation because he needed to help Lexi and then they have an argument when fez comes home?"

Say Yes:

Summary/Request: "Can you do a fez one when he try's and figure out how to propose and ashtray just make fun of him"

Expecting:

Summary/Request: "A fez x reader. Reader Announces that she is pregnant to fez and ash. Just lot of fluff and cute family vibes"

Favorite Kiddo:

Summary/Request: "Hello! Once you start writing requests I’d love to see some platonic ash with reader<3"

★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★

Other:

Cold Hearted Snake:

Summary/Request: "can you write about the cassie x nate and lexi x fez and just the tension between them once they realise that both the sisters are dating the people who absolutely hate each other"

Not A Throuple:

Summary/Request: "for a request it could be a elliot x reader x rue where Elliot and rue are both dating her but they aren’t dating each other?"

On The Roof:

Summary/Request: "Lexi and Fezcos first kiss on the roof of his shop?"

In Need of Comfort:

Summary/Request: Fezco x reader and Elliot x reader

Family Affairs:

Summary/Request: "Hii, can you do headcanons about being Fezco and ashtray sister?"

Edgy:

Summary/Request: Fezco x reader and Elliot x reader

Double Life:

Summary/Request: Platonic!Elliot x reader; Platonic!Maddy x reader

#euphoria #euphoria fic #euphoria hbo #euphoria charcters

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pattysplaceofplaces · 1 year

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slightly nervous to request, but here i go:

may i please have Mime Bomb x lolita s/o(fem or gn) headcanons? like, dresses in lolita, even wears a wig, and uses a modified parasol as a weapon? (and by that i mean they use it like mary poppins cus it's not a normal parasol so it functions as kind of a parachute and a sword lmao) s/o is on the quiet, reserved side themself, but loves humoring MB and his antics. cute, poised and a little strange but not totally innocent lol

and another set of headcanons for Countess Cleo with the same lolita operative(not romantic). i like to think they'd be a Cleo fave because while the style is a little unusual, it's still fashionable and very cute, lots of hard work and detail go into it. plus maybe the lolita knows a lot about fabric and stuff

sorry if this is a bit much, but i just love the possibilities of this kind of dynamic? like the others think it's weird but strangely cute?? i just want crumbs ;v; hope this is alright.

also wanted to say that you and your friends are keeping this fandom alive and i am eternally grateful /hj /g. wish y'all the best (っ◕‿◕)っ ♥

Mime Bomb x Lolita Fashion Reader

[Author’s Note: Awww thank you for the kind words! No need to feel nervous about requests they’re always open and I love seeing everyone’s ideas, including yours!]

You’re somewhat popular on VILE because of your iconic style and how you get along with people so easily.

You have caught the hearts of many people and that includes Mime Bomb.

There’s so much to love about you: Your laugh, your creativity, the way you got along with people, there was nothing to dislike about you.

He adores your style, the bows remind him of a present and the silks look so comfortable.

Let him try one on.

He’ll deny it but he does want to wear it as long as no one sees it.

Cleo ships you both.

Like hardcore ships.

Also you’re her favorite, she loves designing outfits for you to wear.

She loves taking you with her to her fancy parties and auctions to show you off.

When you’re just standing or sitting without moving some people think you’re a life sized porcelain doll.

You’ve scared some people by doing that and it’s absolutely hilarious.

You were sitting on the bench outside the building, deep in thought about what you should do with Mime Bomb for your anniversary.

A new student called you a creepy statue and you made them scream by grabbing their wrist so they couldn’t poke your face like they attempted.

Also you and Paper Star are best friends.

You helped dye her hair and help style it every morning for her.

You’re one of the few people she doesn’t mind working with.

The first time Ivy saw you she went into gay panic.

You’re just that fabulous.

#carmen sandiego #carmen sandeigo 2019 #Mime Bomb #Mime Bomb x reader #x reader #Anon request #welcome to the blog

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aew-kun-age-regression · 1 year

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-Miscellaneous Masterslist-

Moodboards

Caregiver!Jack (Mary Poppins returns)

Blues Clues Moodboard

Regressor!Flora (Winx Club)

Regressor!Aisha (Winx Club)

Caregiver!Rick O'Connell, Caregiver!Evelyn O'Connell (The Mummy)

Regressor!Bloom (Winx Club)

Caregiver!Amity (The Owl House)

Regressor!Luz Noceda (The Owl House)

Caregiver!Egon Spengler (Ghostbusters)

Caregiver!Thomas Sharpe (Crimson Peak)

Caregiver!Legend of Zelda

Caregiver!Mario (The Super Mario Brothers)

(🌈) Moodboard

Caregiver!Agent Whiskey (Kingsman the golden circle)

Red Themed Cat Moodboard

(🩵⭐🌕🪐🌙🌠) Moodboard

(🫧) Moodboard

Caregiver!Reno Raines & Bobby Sixkiller (Renegade)

(🐋🐬🪼🦈) Moodboard

Caregiver!Marcus Moreno (We can be heroes)

Regressor!Tecna (Winx Club)

Regressor!Musa (Winx Club)

Regressor!Stella (Winx Club)

Bear in the big blue house Moodboard

Bluey Moodboard

Caregiver!Josh (Blues Clues)

Caregiver!Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher)

Space Moodboard

Beach Moodboard

Dinosaur Moodboard

Leonardo Moodboard (Rottmnt)

Orange Stimboard

Blues Clues Stimboard

Caregiver!Josh (Blues Clues)

The Wizard of Oz Moodboard

(Birthday) Blues Clues Moodboard

Regressor!Oswald Cobblepot (Gotham)

Regressor!Cheryl Blossom (Riverdale)

Pumpkin Glow Build A Bear StimBoard

Regressor!Sebastian Mcclane (Law and Order)

Regressor!Oswald Cobblepot StimBoard (Gotham)

Regressor!Sebastian Mcclane StimBoard (Law and Order)

Caregiver!James Conrad StimBoard (Kong, Skull Island)

Caregiver!Adam Mintock + Caregiver!Jet Slootmaekers + Little!Sebastian Mcclane (Law and Order)

Regressor!King Clawthorne (The Owl House)

Regressor!Jake Peralta (Brooklyn 99)

Siren Themed StimBoard

Star Trek Themed Moodboard

Regressor!Rosa Diaz (Brooklyn 99)

Caregiver!Aethelwold (The Last Kingdom)

Caregiver!Edward Nygma (Gotham)

Regressor!Rowan Laslow (Wednesday)

Regressor!Oswald Cobblepot (Gotham)

Blue StimBoard (Blues Clues)

Regressor!10th Doctor (Doctor Who)

Regressor!Kenneth Hutch (StarSky and Hutch -2004)

Regressor!Peewee Herman

Regressor!11th Doctor (Doctor Who)

Caregiver!Arnold Rimmer + Regressor!Dave Lister (Red Dwarf)

Caregiver!Kryten (Red Dwarf)

Regressor!Charlie Hudson (Hudson & Rex)

Caregiver!Commander Mills (65)

Regressor!Wolf Pup Geralt Of Rivia + Caregiver!Jaskier (The Witcher)

Regressor!10th Doctor StimBoard (Doctor Who)

Caregiver!Commander Mills (65) (Fem Themes)

Caregiver!Rosa Diaz (Brooklyn 99)

Edgar Allan Poe - The Raven Themed

Caregiver!Albert Wesker StimBoard (Resident Evil)

Regressor!Arnold Rimmer (Red Dwarf)

FNAF animatronics (FNAF Movie)

Caregiver!William Tell (The Card Counter)

Blue Themed Moodboard

Caregiver!Jareth (Labyrinth)

Rumple Buttercup Moodboard

Wolf Themed StimBoard

My Favourite Activities Themed Moodboard

Flip!Christian (Moulin Rouge)

Caregiver!Indiana Jones (Indiana Jones)

Story/Fanfics

Caregiver!Platonic!Five Hargreaves x Little!Reader (Means the world to me..)

Headcannons

Playlists

Art

DNI Banner

Bingo, Bluey (bluey)

Dr Flug (villainous)

Bill Hazledine (suburban shootout)

Lloyd (lego ninjago)

Glam (metal family), Papa/Copia (ghost band)

Norman (my friendly neighborhood)

A bear

Dr Habit (smile for me)

Cuddle bear family (calico critters)

Paci Icon

Socks & Muffin (Bluey)

Ghoulia Yelps (Monster High)

Hello Kitty (Hello Kitty)

Italy (Hetalia)

Luigi (Super Mario Brothers)

Winx Club Main Six (Winx Club)

Donatello, Leonardo, Raphael & Mikey (TMNT Mutant Mayhem)

Simon Petrikov (Adventure Time)

11th Doctor (Doctor Who)

Diego Hargreaves (The Umbrella Academy)

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multimilfs · 3 years

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Dating Mary Poppins Headcanons

Summary: Anon requested “Could I request some headcanons of what dating Mary Poppins would include, please? (Both SFW and NFSW headcanons would be great! 😈) Thanks so much!!”

AO3

A/N: I really had fun writing these out. I don’t know what it is about Mary Poppins, but writing headcanons for her was so easy! The NSFW headcanons are indicated near the bottom, for those who don’t want to read them!

Tag List: @ghostsunderstoodmysoul @multifandomfix @jojalie

Warning(s): NSFW

- Mary is very picky in most things, especially partners. She moves around so constantly that she couldn’t just randomly leap into a relationship.

- Her interests are simple. She likes activities that are meaningful and unpretentious.

- Since Mary’s style and demeanor is very eccentric for the time, it would be possible to make the wrong assumptions of her character or interests. Many have done so. They take her to extravagant dinners or buy her large gifts.

- You caught her attention with your approach. On your first date, you took her on a walk through the park. It gave you time to talk, which is all she’d wanted.

- Then you bought her a small dinner after. It was wonderful, but simple. None of the unnecessary glitz or glamor that she’d experienced before.

- She’s very punctual and is well-versed in splitting her time between home and her responsibilities. No matter what, you two will always have time for one another.

- Mary loves to walk through the park on your arm, talking about her day. Being able to vent about the stresses of her day does a lot for her mental health. She often thinks about how lucky she is to have you.

- In the typical manner of a brit, Mary shows how she feels rather than tells you. She struggles to say things like ‘I love you’ but she is the first to uplift you for your achievements and greet you with a beaming smile when you return home.

- Her love language is acts of service, so expect a lot of random little things to be done for you.

- Mary almost always hates to receive gifts. She thinks that an object can feel so impersonal, which is the last thing a relationship should be. If you want to give her something, it has to have a lot of meaning and time devoted to it. (Like something you made yourself or that you bought to commemorate a memory attached to it).

- She also loves adventures. So if you were to create an adventure or excursion as a gift, Mary would be in heaven.

- Going along with her struggles with verbal affection, she is affectionate in private. Though she prefers sweet, quick kisses and spending time in your arms.

NSFW

- Mary handles everything constantly for everyone else. In the bedroom, she loves to let go. Though she’ll return the favor of course.

- She’s not super kinky or anything like that, but she doesn’t say no to experimenting. She will try anything once.

- She loves to be instructed on what to do and how to please you.

- Massive praise kink.

- Mary refuses to do anything outside of the bedroom. She compartmentalizes everything, so your sex life falls into that as well. Though that doesn’t make it any less enjoyable.

- Every now and again, she enjoys being punished or doling out minor punishments.

- The queen of giving and receiving aftercare.

- She loves to curl up beside you and press kisses to your exposed skin before she falls asleep.

- It takes a lot for Mary to open up personally, let alone sexually. If you’ve reached that point with her then you know how much it means. She loves so deeply and that definitely comes through in the bedroom.

#😈#mary poppins #mary poppins x reader #mary poppins returns #mary poppins imagine #mary poppins x fem reader #mary poppins returns imagine #wlw #wlw imagine #mar2021 #multimilfswritings

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munsonology · 5 months

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I’ve been laughing at this tiktok for the last hour (by hour I mean for the last week) and I can’t help but think about Wayne and Eddie 😭

Slamming the car door, Eddie takes his phone out his pocket to listen to the message Wayne left.

“Hey Ed. It’s your dad. Listen—your sister sent me and Susan money to help out with the garage fixin, since she plowed my car through it at two in the morning…”

Eddie feels the nerve in his lower back spike. He pinches his nose.

“Which is fine, her mama and I very much appreciate it. However…this lil’ girl Pippy—”

Poppy Eddie mouths

“—ya’ got told Max to send me electronic money. Now, I know I got it. I got a message saying it’s at the Apple Pay.”

Eddie groans, he leans his forehead on the steering wheel.

“Jesus fuck! Why did she send it through Apple Pay?!”

He remembered specifically telling you to take max to the bank.

“Now, I don’t know what that is. I didn’t even know I had the Apple Pay. Apple not paying any bills in this house…so what I’m thinking—what?! Yeah I’m on the phone with him. What?! A message! He didn’t answer. I don’t know if he can pick up the roast Susie!…anyway, so I’m thinking Apple Pay has my money. I don’t play about money, Ed, not even Monopoly money.”

Eddie opens his messages to send you a text.

Teddy spaghetti

You sent Wayne money to his Apple Pay!!!

Poppins

Hi honey, how are you? I’m fine. How’s your day? I’m only driving all over town for your step moms grocery list

Teddy spaghetti

Hi honey

Poppins

That’s better

And yea

Max forgot her PIN number

Teddy spaghetti

She says that so she doesn’t have to pay for shit!

Did you ask Billy????

Poppins

You gotta be fuckin crazy 🫠

lol

“Now, what do I have to do to get my money from Apple Pay? I don’t like all this virtual money. I don’t even like blade runner, Ed. I don’t like all this Casio, casius app, vinega—vinmo, I almost said vinegar. It’s hard for me to, ya’ know—they don’t make this easy on older people…well…that’s what I got a son for. We need to figure this out so I can get this money…anyway. Call me back. Bye.”

Based on this masterpiece 💀

#Eddie and poppy #Eddie and Poppins #poppy Pierre #eddie munson/reader #munsonology’s eddieverse #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fem!reader #fem reader #sav’s multiverse of eddie’s #mary poppins!reader #Eddie Munson/poppy Pierre #Eddie Munson/marypoppins!reader

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notmanagingmymischief · 2 years

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𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐞

I had no idea who to write this one with, but thankfully@aaron-despair and@escapetodreamworld helped me, so thanks lovelies <33

warnings: none

enjoy xx

Second Tuesdays were meant to be Mary Poppins' day off. A day to be by herself and do her own thing in preparation for another two long weeks with whichever family's children she was taking care of. But of course, nothing could stay calm with you--though Mary wouldn't admit it, she loves how chaotic you are, a stark comparison to her constant tranquility. And by now the brunette was so smitten with you that she'd practically let you take her anywhere, though she did have some limits. Apparently, Halloween activities did not cross those limits, which is how Mary found herself hand in hand with you at a corn maze. Somehow, you'd convinced her to go with you, stating that it was "a staple part of Halloween festivities". She'd never been, so...she wouldn't know. The woman stares at the thing with furrowed brows and pursed lips, but one glance at you, happy as ever, and her expression softens, figuring you wouldn't take her anywhere that you knew would make her too uncomfortable, and she does her best to relax.

You take the liberty of paying the boy who stands at a small table outside the large field of tall corn stalks, before proceeding to drag Mary forward with an excited laugh. The woman lets out a surprised breath but doesn't stumble, matching your pace easily. Luckily, you slow down after a moment, taking time to enjoy the mood. Slightly chilled air, a gentle breeze that ruffles your hair, and the smell of hay and, obviously, corn surrounding you. Overall, it makes you very happy, not to mention having your love by your side, still holding your hand tightly. Speaking of, you glance up at Mary, who feels your gaze on her and looks back, catching your eyes and smiling softly. You can sense her slight unease, but it goes away when you squeeze her hand and lean a bit closer to her as you round a corner. "Having fun yet?" you mumble, and the brunette replies "Not quite, but there's still time, darling." You nod, knowing she's right, before focusing on where you're going. Inwardly, you've kept track of each corner that you've made, how long each stretch of land you've walked down, as to hopefully not get too lost, or end up going in circles.

The two of you continue through, you occasionally making a sharp turn and pulling Mary with you, somehow sensing that you have to go that way. Ten minutes later, and you've arrived at what seems to be the center of the maze, a round space about fifteen feet in diameter decorated with pumpkins and plants, a few benches set up in various spots, some of which are occupied with groups of friends or couples. You glance quizzically up at Mary Poppins, who sighs and nods, allowing you to once again pull her along and slip onto one of the seats. You don't have anything to eat or drink, unlike most of the others, but still you don't hesitate to cuddle up against Mary, her arm looping around your waist as you rest your head on her shoulder. "My parents used to take me these nearly every October, I've gotten the hang of them pretty easily," you mutter, and Mary hums, acknowledging your words but not responding. After a moment you ask her again "Are you having fun yet?" This time, she does reply, answering "Yes, surprisingly. Though it seems a bit...childish in nature, I am finding myself enjoying the atmosphere."

It's a good enough answer for you and a grin stretches across your face. Quickly, you steal a chaste kiss that lasts no longer than a heartbeat before getting to your feet again, prompting Mary to do the same. She gives you a chastising look, quirked brow and eyes firmer than normal, and you return it with an innocent smile. A shake of her head is all you get in response. So the two of you return to the maze, talking quietly amongst yourselves; once, you pass a small group of friends who are visibly confused, and you can't help but giggle at their struggle, something that earns you a gentle smack from Mary and a disapproving look, though it isn't too serious. You shouldn't really laugh, honestly, since at some point you did end up going in a circle, but managed to get back on track after a while (and at least five minutes of Mary teasing you about it). In less than half an hour, you catch sight of the exit and pick up the pace a tad, until you're out completely and you grin victoriously. Mary lets a proud smile of her own grace her features, one hand absently adjusting her coat as you spin to face her. "Told you I'd get us out!" you state, and the woman actually, to your utter shock, rolls her eyes--quite unladylike, as she would normally say.

"Mary Poppins! Did I just see you roll your eyes at me?" you exclaim, faking hurt, but your love simply puts on an indifferent expression and replies "I've no idea what you mean." It's dismissive and you snicker under your breath, turning and heading towards the exit with Mary Poppins in tow. As you approach the building near the front, you distantly hear a record player, playing what sounds like "Run Rabbit Run", a creepy tune that you enjoy quite a bit--it sets the mood nicely. By now Mary's matched your pace and has once again taken your hand in hers, holding you close as the two of you prepare to leave. Not before you look at the horses first though, gushing over the large animals and practically having a heart attack when you're told that you can pet them. One of the graceful creatures trots up to you without prompting, and lets you gently run your hand along it's head and muzzle with no complaint. The farmer tells you that his name is Butterscotch, which again makes you pout, nearly melting into the floor. Mary watches you curiously, bemused at your adoration of something so simple, but she still finds it adorable, even going so far as to run her own fingers down the horse's neck when you ask her nicely.

You say something to Butterscotch; he doesn't respond, obviously, but you're still content, and after a few more minutes of speaking with the farmer all about their horses, you finally lay a final kiss on Butterscotch's snout, mumble a quiet goodbye, and allow Mary to guide you away with a dejected sigh. The brunette looks down at you, pouting at having to leave the horses, but she rubs her thumb across your cheek and mutters "It's alright, darling. I'm sure you could come back here someday to see him again." You look up at her and ask "Really?" When she nods, you finally smile again and lean against Mary's side, content once again. And with one last glance behind you at the farm, the horses, and the maze, you and Mary are gone.

#mary poppins #mary poppins x reader #mary poppins returns #emily blunt #emily blunt x reader #fanfiction #romance #fluff #x reader #fem!reader #imagine #ficlet #lgbtq #lesbian #wlw #halloween special

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orchid3a · 3 years

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random aus pt.IV

mary poppins!reader taking care of sano siblings (including izana) and they falls in love with shinichiro (magic nanny!reader, family problems, fluff and a little bit of angst)

princess!emma asking help from witch!reader so they can help her making knight!draken falling in love with her (comedy, reader being done with emma’s ramblings about draken, fluff)

yandere!maleficent!reader putting a spell on sleeping beauty!akane so she will become only hers

love triangle au! → fashion designer!mitsuya x stylist!reader x model!hakkai

fuckboy!hanma meeting his counterpart: man-eater!fem!reader (university au!)

bodyguard!kakucho dealing with bratty!rich!reader, precious daughter of his new client

younger haitani!reader crushing over takeomi (bonten au!)

detective!naoto dealing with flirty!hacker!reader (naoto can’t deal with flirty remarks, reader being shameless and proud of it)

artist!reader asking kazutora to be their model (highschool au!)

skater boy!rindou falling in love with booklover!reader

takemichi finding out that big sister!reader is naoto’s wife

villainess!reader is reincarnated as the villain of her favourite otome game, will she survive and escape or will she die in the process?? (inspired by “death is the only ending for the villainess” that is a manhwa)

✿ ✿ ✿

i think that my brain will go in hibernation for a while (i hope for at least two months)

for the villainess au! i can't decide which tokorev boy will be good, i need a role for → crazy crowning prince,mean and cold step-brothers of the villainess,sly magician and loyal slave

if someone knows this manhwa let me hear your opinion ♥

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babybearcookie · 2 years

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I read thru the cg!reader x little!taehyun and now i’m so invested in this relationship. could you write about the reader accidentally raising her voice to little taehyun because he was being unbearably mischievous? [sorry if this is angst again, i have a few other prompts too! but i’ll request them one by one to not overwhelm you, love]

Oh, don’t apologise for requesting angst!! i absolutely live for it. In my personal opinion; i like a bit of angst sometimes, just because, my life isn’t all clear skies and rainbows, and it’s like that for a lot of regressors, so there’s nothing wrong with liking to read about someone possibly going through a tough time and getting a lot of love and comfort regardless. i'm sorry it turned out so short, i had no idea how to write this T^T

And i really appreciate you not wanting to overwhelm me, but don't be afraid to send multiple requests!! :D i love seeing you guys’ ideas and work off of those.

this is an age regression drabble; if you don't like that, don't read it. age regression is a sfw coping mechanism, so i will be blocking anyone who sexualizes it

kinda part 2 to this one

word count: 0.7k

fem (she/her) reader

You loved having Taehyun over to your apartment on his rare free days, and you absolutely adored when you had regressed Taehyun over. He was your little sweetheart, your precious baby. Well, most times he was both precious and a sweetheart, but sometimes he’d be in a specific kind of mood. And that day, his regression was accompanied by that specific mood. The mood where he would use your apartment as a jungle gym, where he would throw some of the food you fed him, and where he would do small things to you that were meant as little pranks. It was past lunchtime and you were cleaning up from the small one-boy food fight that had occurred. Taehyun was watching some TV, the only thing you could get him to do at that moment that didn’t result in a complete mess.

As you mindlessly picked up the last pieces of food, Taehyun had found the TV remote, flipping away from the “boring kids show”. He was looking for something more action-filled, maybe even violent, like he knew adult TV most times was. He found something on one of the channels he was flipping through. It looked adult, even if there were no explosions or screaming; there were actual people in it, much unlike the cartoons you’d usually put on for him (it was mostly habit, considering he was most times regressed a little younger). He looked at the movie playing, he recognized it as being Mary Poppins, something he had watched a time or two when he was a biological kid. He watched on with big eyes as he saw what must’ve been a million chimney sweepers dancing on the roof, jumping over gaps between the buildings and even running on walls!

As his eyes followed the movement, he stood up, slowly trying to mimic the moves the sweeps were doing, jumping around on the carpet, up on the couch, and even trying to jump over the coffee table, landing him on the soft couch, no consequences in sight. He got more and more daring, finally finding himself balancing on the couch's backrest, moving to the side like the people on the TV.

As you walked into the living room, you felt the panic wash over you, strong and quick, reacting to the situation at the speed of a mother seeing her child in danger. “TAEHYUN!” you screamed, dashing forward to catch him as he fell backward, looking to fall head-first on the hardwood floor. If he had the time to do it, Taehyun would’ve complained that he only lost his footing because you had scared him, but as he was caught by your protective arms, he could not get a word out.

“KANG TAEHYUN, DON’T YOU DARE DO THAT AGAIN!” you yelled at him, hugging him as close to you as you could manage, with him being taller and generally bulkier than you are. You could feel him shaking in your arms and you thought he was still scared from the fall, but as it turned out; he was scared of your loud voice. You had never yelled at him like that before and he couldn’t help but be frightened by your booming voice, but as you held his head to your chest, whispering “you nearly scared me half to death, baby”, he calmed down. The sound of your pounding heart slowing down helped him relax.

“Mama’s scary when shouting” came a small voice from the boy in your arms, and as you cradled him softly, meeting his eyes as you looked down at him, you realized that you had never yelled at him like that before, instantly feeling bad for scaring your poor boy. “Mama’s sorry, baby. She was just scared, little prince, she didn’t mean to yell at you, okay?” Taehyun nodded, tears shining as they glossed over his eyes. You must’ve really scared him.

You hugged him once again, “please, my sweet baby, will you be calm now?” you pleaded with him. You had both had enough excitement for that day, and Taehyun was ready for cuddles and sweet kisses, not wanting to be a big boy anymore. Being a big boy is scary. He nodded again and burrowed his head into the front of your shirt for comfort, letting you rock him back and forth until the both of you were ready to make your way over on the other side of the couch.

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siriusmydeer · 3 years

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ooo okay so a James Potter x reader soulmate au where they feel each others pain, and she has a suspicion he's her soulmate but it's confirmed when he falls off his broom, and she hates him being her soulmate because he's in love with lily, but he says that lily doesn't matter anymore blah blah, and she says she first thought it was him when he fell of a bench in the great hall or something after confessing his love for lily in front of the entire school (1)

‘all along that they were soulmates but she tells him its really inconsiderate for being so obvious about his love for lily when he knew he had a soulmate and he feels really guilty and tries to make it up for her and yeah fluff ending please :)’

the painful soulmate

james potter x fem!reader

summary: in a world where you can feel your soulmates pain; your soulmate happens to think someone else is his soulmate

word count: 2.2k

warning: swearing, mentions of verbally abusing someone, mentions of beating people up, injuries; falling in the air, cracked ribs, tripping, face planting. joking name calling, kissing, angst, soulmate au, insinuation of unrequited love, fluff ending

by the age of 16 you and every other witch along with wizard were given a particular... gift. you wouldn’t consider it a gift, more like your worse fucking nightmare but you could squeal and pretend to be all dainty and excited about meeting your soulmate.

i mean why not give someone a choice on who they wanted to love? this wasn’t a game of spin the bottle this was forever.

being the only female in your friend group, made all the boys amongst you ridiculously pry into your privacy. wanting to know who they had to verbally torture considering they would scoop up the ‘precious little baby-girl’ of the group.

coming directly from the drama queen himself; sirius black. it’s not like they could beat up your partner because you would be able to feel his or her pain as-well.

you were sat in the marauders dorm absently playing with your fingers while looking at each of your mates, sirius and remus attempted to finish their plans on a new prank for the newest defence against the dark arts teacher, james sat at his desk table writing up ways to ask lily more dramatically than the last and peter had been figuring out his transfiguration homework from a few days prior.

“prongs, if you know she’s gonna say no, then why ask?” remus questioned not even looked at the sapphire-eyed boy. his only logic being, ‘well ill turn her no into a yes.’ as if coercion was the way to go.

the brunette sat at the table swiftly turning his head in the lyncanthropes direction, his spectacles almost falling down his nose from the quick snap of his head. “well, lily-pad has always said, ‘not in a million years!’ but that means after a million years she’d go out with me.” finishing his speech with a small grin.

the rest of the group on the other hand looked at him dumbfounded. eyebrows either scrunched or furrowed, “james m’afraid that’s not how it works.” you spoke, trying to ease his feelings as if your words could stop his incessant pining.

“well, i’ll just make it work!” turning around and continuing his list, speaking as if he was godric gryffindor coming up with the best idea of the century. “ten galleons she says no again.” sirius quickly whispers in peters direction, the dirty blonde haired boy doing a quick nod then looking back at his parchment.

“i heard that!”

the next time there was a ramble of soulmate talk, which by the way you were getting exhausted from. why did everyone have to have a soulmate? why couldn’t you pick from your own free will? it’s not even like you could have a bloody crush because there was already someone supposedly out there for you!

one free period, ONE! and it’s spent over peter narrowing down his options on all the gryffindor girls he might be paired with. “it’s definitely not marls, peter.” sirius’ pearl irises glanced at peter than over to remus who was trying to teach you how to play wizards chess.

“moony, not to be offensive, but this game sucks arse.” you shrugged, glaring at your queen piece that looked like it wanted to yell at you. as you were twisting around the wood of your pieces, james got up from the bench catching a glimpse of red among the ravenclaw students. instead tripping on the stone of the bench and face planting into the freshly cut grass.

you felt a soreness at the fronts of your calves and an immense discomfort on your face. you grimaced while rubbing your knees trying to soothe the random shoot of exertion through your veins to the point where you almost had the urge to groan.

james quickly scrambled to his feet trying to brush out his hair that had sprinkles of green all over the front, you completely ignored the fact that james’ fall broken by the stone of the bench had caused you to have a twinge of pain into your system.

“none of you saw that.” he panted with slight embarrassment, directing his message to sirius who had his hand clenched into a fist over his lips attempting to cover up the small chortles that were threatening to escape his lips.

“don’t worry, we saw nothing.” you confirmed with an amused grin, putting your two fingers over your lips like a seal.

he grinned back at you twice as hard, your heart starting more of an upbeat frequency that you started to notice as he sat beside you moving a piece that could ruin remus’ chance at winning.

“you slimy git! you’re helping her cheat, you little slag!” remus whined, trying to analyze the board again.

after your recovery, from absolutely nothing. you were sprawled on the scarlet-couch waiting for the rest of your friends to come back from detention. you dazed into a book remus had recently given to you, an icepack laying on your foot as you were almost hypnotized by the pride and prejudice book in your hands.

“oi, m’lady!” sirius abruptly shouted while returning to his common room. you jumped from the stentorian voice, that sunk into the now not-solemn and peaceful common room.

you turned your head seeing the bespectacled boy limp onto the other vermillion couch and rest his leg onto the plush of the pillow, meanwhile, the fawn and dirty blonde haired boys sat in the gryffindor-red love seats tired from their detention.

“what’s wrong with him?” you asked, referring to james’ leg that was propped under the pillow.

“we don’t know, we were walking and he just picked up his foot in agony. who knows maybe lily stubbed her toe.” sirius amused to the rest of the group. but your eyes widened in concern, but you had— there’s absolutely and completely no way. more than one person can stub their toe in one day, not just— just one person.

almost like you were in a daze or hypnotized, as stealth as possible you grabbed the maroon coloured blanket that was rested on the arm rest of the couch you spread it over your legs covering the foot; that you had injured previously that day.

what the fuck. no seriously, what the fuck. there wasn’t— there couldn’t even be— that wouldn’t work. it’s not possible. the butterflies, the flushed face, the nervous ticks— fuck.

over the course of the next few days, you were very careful. you could’ve been mary friggin’ poppins i mean you didn’t want him to get suspicious if you were both injured at the same time. you also did not want to know if he— the boy pining over lily fucking evans since first year was possibly— no there’s no way.

the following week there was a slytherin and gryffindor quidditch game. which also happened to be incredibly nerve wracking not only for you but between both houses, as much as slytherin wanted to seem nonchalant there act was simply not going to work. this determined who would be playing in the quidditch house cup, slytherins also happened to not play the fairest in quidditch so extra gryffindor training was keen.

well now that following week, was today. the game was fine, great even. gryffindor was in the lead and james was about to score a quaffle in the hoop, that was until slytherin beater decided to bat a bludger right into james torso causing him to collapse off his broom twenty five feet into the air with nothing to break his fall. at the reflect of the bludger on james ribs you already groaned hunched over into your seat catches the attention of both peter and sirius.

dumbledore did all the spells he could in such a swiftly manner before james skidded on the muddy grass of the pitch. by then you couldn’t even hold in the moans and groans from his affliction with the hard iron bludger and the fall from the air.

both peter and sirius’ eyes widened and shared a look before taking concern to your arching figure. “m’god i didn’t think it hurt that bad!” you groaned into your hands that could almost be seen as trembling from the agony that you were in as james’ team mates brought him down to the infirmary to check for injuries which he did in-fact have.

after sirius had brought you to your dorm, attempting to do a spell to rid you of most-but not all of your pain he raced to healers wing, seeing james on the verge of unconsciousness as madam pomfrey tried to whip up a potion in a fast manner to heal the boy.

i guess it was true— james was your soulmate. your soulmate in love with another woman that is.

a few hours later james was ordered to stay the night for observation, while both sirius and peter decided to catch up remus along with james up on the other ‘things’ more, or less, that occurred during the quidditch match.

him, and lily.... weren’t soulmates? he thought maybe one day they would’ve ended up together, at some point. not his very best friend being the one he’s ‘destined’ with. but he was desperate to speak with you, how did you know? did you even know? how bad did it hurt? he had so many questions scattered around his brain, until he saw your face that was close to a grimace from pain.

“hi.” you whispered, catching his attention.

“hey.” he whispered back hoarsely, gulping at the sudden tension in the room.

“so we’re—“ “you’re my—“ you both spoke at the same time, following an humourless more-so nervous chuckle, from the both of you.

“how long— did you even know?” james started, looking at your figure as if you didn’t know what to do with yourself.

you sat down nervously, cracking your knuckles as you were unsure where to start. “i thought— i started wondering, that day me and rem were playing chess and you fell.” you cleared your throat while speaking, avoiding eye contact entirely. “my knees started to hurt, but i didn’t even notice it. the day that you came into the common room limping, was when i suspected it.” you wrung your fingers together nervously, then looking into his irises.

“you knew? why didn’t you—“ his anger already starting to get the best of him, you knew that you were his soulmate. you were right in-front of him, but you never told him; he almost felt betrayed.

“i didn’t know! only suspected. but you have to understand, james. you were incessantly pinning after lily, you claimed you were ‘in love with her’. you’re making it seem like it was gonna be so easy for me to tell you that ‘guess what, james! the girl you love actually isn’t your soulmate and it’s your best friend you have no interest in!’ prongs, m’fraud s’not that easy.” you mocked, proving your correct argument to him based on his actions.

he took a shaky breath, analyzing basically his whole life in-front of him. even though he might’ve ‘loved’ lily, you were still more important to him. soulmate or not, he would always go to you first. he could barely stand to fight with you, he couldn’t loose you over some silly crush that he had.

“it doesn’t matter— lily— she doesn’t matter. y/n it’s you, soulmate, not soulmate, who cares! lily or not lily, you’ve always been my go-to, my number one, i mean you’ve always been the most important!” he said drastically while punctuating his words, and flailing his arms in the air to prove his point to you.

you sighed looking at him, almost unsure of his words. he looked at you expectantly before speaking again, “i’ll get on my knees right now and beg to you. with broken— well now bruised but priory broken ribs. not to mention my stubbed toe.” he chuckled at last second trying to humour you.

“oh my g— get up!” you snickered at him, james potter was on his knees fighting all the pride in his system right in-front of you where you were sat. his hands grasped both sides of your thighs trying to soothe you into you forgiving him.

at the sight of him right infront of you, with the best sirius black puppy dog eyes he could muster with a pouted lip you immediately gave in. “fine.” you sighed, “fine, fine, fine.” you giggled.

both of his hands encasing your cheeks, a small pout on your lips. “can i kiss you?” he asked, his elbows resting on your thighs. you looked at him pretending to ponder off in thought; shrugging while you spoke, “hmmm, maybe. i gues—“ he quickly cut you off, kissing your pouted lips in the middle of a sentence.

you kissed back, holding his face between your agile fingers. your right hand resting on his squared jaw and the other in his fluffy and borderline-sweaty hair. your lips slotting together, he could feel the mint taste from the gum you have chewed earlier bleed onto his tastebuds; you on the other hand, not such a memorable taste.

you quickly pulled away, a dramatic whine escaping from his throat. “you remember when you face planted into the dirt earlier?” you giggled while asking him. he looked at you confused; why would... you... be asking if he remembered himself falling?

“erm, yeah i can recall.”

“yeah your mouth tastes like dirt.”

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kiri-ah · 3 years

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Shot Through The Heart l.yy || Fic

for the when you love someone collab hosted by @jaxminskale

Themes: hanahaki AU, fluff, angst, you’re really rude, and also rich as heck, yangyang is not, maid/servant AU, your mum is awesome, money problems, this rich guy forces himself onto you but nothing happens because your parents are there, third person POV

Pairing: Yangyang x fem!reader

Wc: 7.5k

Warnings: blood, vomiting, crying, choking, not the bdsm kind, driving in the rain, possible major character death, mentions of alcohol and drunk people, mentions of sex but not between yangyang and you

Taglist: @stayctday @heephoria @lovleelixie @treasuretaeil @allegxdly @kunrengui

Fic:

For some reason they decided that hosting a picnic would be the best thing to celebrate the senior class’s accomplishments. The school bought checkered gingham blankets and baskets and everything with the overflow of money from the fundraiser, and the seniors are dining on the most fancy of foods - finger sandwiches and sunflower seeds. They have huge bowls filled to the brim with the hulls and various people’s saliva because for some reason half of the school can’t spit properly.

Yangyang sits on a blanket with his friends, legs crossed and eyes closed as he enjoys his own tiny sandwiches and seeds. Hendery says something he doesn’t catch and the rest of the group laughs, making Yangyang open his eyes. Bad choice.

There, outlined by the sunlight, stands his crush, Y/N. She’s gorgeous, more like a painting than a human, seemingly carved by an old master. He promptly chokes on the sunflower seeds he has in his mouth and his friends crowd around him trying to decide what to do.

“Give him CPR!”

“You idiot, that’s only if he’s unconscious!”

“Heimlich?”

“Is that the one where you press under the ribcage?”

“You’re all so dumb.”

This goes on for a few seconds while Yangyang panics and tries desperately to breathe until suddenly the pressure is gone. His airway is cleared and he laughs in relief, drawing their attention. Kun comes to make sure that he’s okay and Yangyang eats another sandwich to prove that he’s fine. Everything goes back to normal.

It’s just that he’s not fine. He discovers this a week and a half later when he has to run to the bathroom and gag on small yellow flower petals. His chemistry teacher looks at him strangely when he comes back and tells him to wipe up the blood on his cheek, please. He looks in his selfie camera and sure enough, there’s a smear of red up from the corner of his mouth to his cheekbone - Heaven knows how it got there. He wipes it away quietly and tries to ignore the stares of other students for the rest of class. It’s a long lecture, and one that he barely participates in. He knows he can just use Sicheng’s notes later - in fact, his might be more legible than Yangyang’s own. Sicheng is, as Mary Poppins would say, practically perfect in every way.

After class Sicheng walks up from where he sits on the other side of the room. “Are you feeling okay? Why was there blood on your face?”

Yangyang takes him to the bathroom quietly and shows him the bloody flower petals in the trash can, and then for good measure coughs up another one. Sicheng goes paler than usual and he takes a deep breath before he speaks again. “Is it… Hanahaki?”

Yangyang nods. He doesn’t have words. He knew, of course, that his crush was a little stronger than the average. But this, this he never expected. Hanahaki is a nearly extinct disease now, rare but still notorious. He’s heard the stories of people mysteriously growing flowers - often roses - in their lungs. They often start coughing up petals first, then suffocate and die once the flowers have fully grown and expanded into the person’s airway. It’s a horrific way to die. The only cure is your crush falling in love with you in return (how much like Beauty and the Beast this is, Yangyang thinks bitterly) or an extremely difficult and expensive surgery. Either way, Yangyang knows that his timer is counting down - he can neither afford a surgery nor think of any way to make her fall in love with him. The seconds lengthen and suddenly he’s crying against Sicheng’s shoulder, unable to keep it in.

He’s going to die.

☾:۞:☽

In the end, Yangyang thinks that the only way he has even a fighting chance is to get a job. He knows that a basic job at minimum wage won’t get him even close to enough for the surgery in time, so he goes to the only person he can think of that would have enough money to help him - Y/N. He’s standing in front of her front door, having obtained the address from Ten, who once did a project with her. He’s afraid to ring the doorbell, rehearsing his pleading speech in his head. If she turns him away, he can’t think of anywhere else to go. This is quite literally his last chance at life.

He rings the doorbell before he loses his nerve and stands there anxiously, hands behind his back. He wore his good clothes in an effort to impress her, but he’s not sure if it’ll work. After all, his ‘good clothes’ are a too-small dress shirt and a pair of pants made to look like slacks even though they’re not. He knows that just her back patio has furniture worth more money than his entire house.

Eventually, as he’s about to walk away in defeat, the door opens. A man in a suit stands there, looking dignified and put together in a way Yangyang thinks would be impossible for him to pull off. The man beckons him in and walks briskly down the hall.

“Would you like some tea while you wait in the parlor, sir?”

Yangyang, distracted by a painting of a field on the wall, answers late. “Yes, that would be great! Thank you. May I, uh, speak to Y/N?”

“The mistress is in her quarters. I shall let her know she has a visitor. Would you tell me your name?”

“Oh, it’s Yangyang. I went to the same school as her.”

The man nods and walks out of the room through a different door than he came in through and Yangyang lowers himself slowly onto the couch. It’s so soft, and the whole room is such an expression of money… If only she’ll agree to sponsor his surgery, he knows Y/N can afford it.

When the man returns, it’s with a pot of tea and a mug. Yangyang is in the middle of admiring the chandelier when he comes in, and he hurriedly sits down, but the man appears unfazed. “The mistress will be down as soon as she is done with her work.”

Yangyang can’t think of what work she would be doing, but he resigns himself to sitting and waiting more. The tea is actually quite good, and he enjoys a cup of it in the silent room until his phone dings.

Ten-ge

did u do it

Yangx2

i dont know yet

she didnt come down yet

Ten-ge

dude

it’s been like half an hour since you texted me

that was when you got there

Yangx2

i know

the butler said she was coming tho

Ten-ge

just lemme know how it goes

Yangx2

He puts his phone away and takes another sip of the tea. It’s cooled a bit so that it’s not as pleasant, but it still tastes good. He probably can’t afford whatever it is, though. That’s what he’s thinking about when the door opens and Y/N walks in, towering over him because of how squashy the couch is. It looks like she’s stressing over something. She’s not even dressed up or makeup-ed like usual. He idly wonders how it is that she manages to look breathtaking anyway. His chest aches.

“What are you doing in my house?” she demands.

Wow. Great start. “I- I have hanahaki,” he stutters out.

“So?”

“I need a job, a well-paying job. I’m willing to work hard for it, but I need money quickly.”

“So you’re a gold digger?”

“What? No! I want to work for you. Please. You’re my only hope. I need to get the surgery.”

She rolls her eyes. “Listen, whatever your name is-”

She’s cut off by her mother, walking past the open door. “Y/N. Be polite,” she snaps. “What’s going on?” She’s a stately woman, not tall but not short, and dressed as though she’s on her way out or just coming back from an event.

“Mother, this guy from school just came here to beg for a job,” Y/N complains. Yangyang winces at her tone. It truly seems like she hates him in particular. His chest twitches again and he resists the urge to cough. Uh oh.

Her mum turns to Yangyang. “What exactly were you thinking of doing here? We already have servants aplenty.”

He racks his brains for something he’s capable of doing. “I can help with anything school related, and really, I’m willing to do anything. I really need the money for my surgery.”

“Surgery?” She raises a perfectly shaped eyebrow.

“For Hanahaki disease, ma’am. I have sunflowers growing in my lungs.”

“Then I’m sure we’ll be able to find something for you. My aunt died from Belladonna in her lungs, you know. Dreadful way to die. Belladonna is poisonous on top of the usual Hanahaki symptoms.”

Y/N sputters in the parlor behind the two of them as her mother takes Yangyang for a brief tour of the main section of the house. Their family really is just swimming in money, he can see it in the carpet, in the paintings on the walls, in the sheer size of the family mansion. Money is everywhere. When the tour is concluded, her mum shows Yangyang back to the front door and gets his number so that she can text him (or, more likely, the butler or some other servant will text him) about job times.

“You might not be able to do much, but I’ll do what I can to get you work. Of course I can’t just give you money, it doesn’t grow on trees, but I’m sure you can make enough quickly enough. Sunflowers are edible, at least. Might let you live that much longer. It was nice meeting you, Yangyang.”

“You too, ma’am. Thank you for this opportunity.”

“Oh it was nothing, really.”

Then he is pushed out the front door and onto the front walkway, and breathes out a sigh of relief. He knows that without her mum’s help, he never would’ve gotten the job. Mostly he just hopes that she treats him okay while he works for her. He knows that he’s not on the same social level as her, but hopefully she won’t flaunt it.

Frankly, he doesn’t have high hopes. When he leaves, he throws up more petals, bigger ones than last week, into a spare grocery bag in his car and groans. This is going to be hard. He drives away once he’s stored the bag in the footwell of the passenger seat. His throat aches subtly, and his heart throbs sadly.

☾:۞:☽

The first time he comes to the mansion for work, he’s outfitted with the same outfit as the rest of the staff and shown by what appears to be the head housekeeper what he’ll be doing. She mutters something about being too busy to help, and if he needs assistance to find somebody else. It’s pretty simple, he’s just cleaning a spare bathroom this afternoon. Still, he’s getting paid twenty dollars an hour, so he’ll drag this out as long as he can and make sure he does a good job.

Making the job last a while isn’t an issue, he discovers. There are at least a dozen different bottles, scrubbies, cloths, and wipes in the cleaning bucket he’s given, and finding what they all do takes him at least twenty minutes. Nobody comes to check on him, so he just keeps chugging along. He looks up how to clean a jacuzzi tub on Google and follows the instructions there, using things conveniently placed in the cleaning bucket. At least he knows he’s doing something right.

That takes up the rest of the first hour, and he moves on to the shower tiles. There’s a checklist of everything that needs to be cleaned with his supplies, which is fantastic because he knows that otherwise he’d never have thought of cleaning the shower head (another thing he uses Google to learn to do).

Y/N walks in while he’s cleaning the toilet and leans against the doorframe. He pauses in his work, wondering what could have possibly brought her here. He doesn’t expect her to help him, at any rate. She looks stunning as always, even dressed in nothing more than sleepwear, a t-shirt and shorts. It’s not much, but his lungs throbs and he can’t help the slight wheeze on his out breaths.

“Seriously?” is the first word out of her mouth. How nice. “How long does it take you to clean a bathroom?”

“I had never cleaned a jacuzzi before, I had to use Google! Plus, cleaning a bathroom this big isn’t easy. Have you ever tried?”

Her eyes seem to flash in the lighting. “I have servants for that, people like you whose families can’t get it together.”

“What? My family is perfectly together. It’s just that we aren’t filthy rich.”

“Sure. My family is perfectly together as well, and we are filthy rich. So your family must have done something wrong.”

All Yangyang can do is gape at her. Her logic is so off, and so… entitled. Why did he have to fall for her of all people? His breaths still wheeze, and he wonders if it’ll be like that the entire time he’s working for her.

“Anyway,” Y/N continues, “I just came up here to make sure you were working and not ripping my parents off. It looks like you’re trying, at the very least.” She wrinkles her nose. “Even if you are underqualified for the job. I don’t know why Mother even hired you in the first place. She’s going soft, I guess.”

She pushes herself off of the doorframe and turns around. “Get back to work, Mister Liu.” His name is said in a sneer that he can hear in her voice, but it still makes his heart skip a beat. She knows what his name is. His whole name. He returns to the toilet with renewed vigor.

☾:۞:☽

Another week passes and he comes in to do small tasks, each day dragging by and yet reminding him that his clock is counting down the days. He is invited back that Saturday to work. Apparently the family is having some sort of social gathering, and he’s expected to serve food there. It’s really not a difficult job, he discovers, he just has to carry the tray with both hands and not make eye contact unless someone speaks to him.

He wanders aimlessly through the crowd of overdressed people with the teeny appetizers on his tray. He doesn’t even know what they’re called, the appetizers, just that they’re good. He snuck one just to see what they were at one point and thoroughly enjoyed it. He still doesn’t get what’s up with rich people and tiny food, though. He would have to eat more than ten of whatever these are to feel as though he had eaten anything in the first place.

At some point something important must be happening (Yangyang zoned out after a while and has no idea what’s going on) because the crowd parts to the sides of the room and lights that he didn’t notice appear in the ceiling, pointing to the main staircase going up from the front room to the rest of the house. He follows the rest of the staff to the back of the room and watches as Y/N descends. His breath catches in his throat, and he truly can’t tell if it’s because of the sunflowers or the fact that she looks radiant. Her dress looks fantastic against her skin, and her makeup looks like that of an idol, absolutely stunning. He can’t stop staring and gets lightly scolded when the rest of the staff move through a pair of doors to prepare the dining room for the crowds of people and he doesn’t notice. He peeks at her one last time, the picture of elegance, before he gets swept away by the other waiters.

He helps make sure that everything is in place before the guests come in and then steps obediently to the side when the people stream in, finding their place cards and sitting down, starting new conversations with their neighbors. It seems that everyone is happily seated, and the staff jumps into action. Roast birds are brought out, side dishes are ladled, drinks are poured, and the room instantly transforms from a place to sit into a place to enjoy good food and drink with friends. Or at least, Yangyang assumes they’re all friends. Nobody looks unhappy, at least.

The lady of the hour, Y/N’s mum, sits at the head of the table, with Y/N at her left side. Her father sits across from her, and she’s surrounded by people who clamour for her attention. Yangyang watches as she takes a carefully cut piece of green bean and chews it thoughtfully. It sort of looks as though she’s trying to buy herself time. He bristles as the man sitting next to her presses into her space. She looks awfully uncomfortable, and Yangyang wishes he could protect her, but there’s not a lot that he can do from this position.

Unbidden, the sunflower petals come up again, and he coughs as quietly as he can manage. One of the other waiters looks at him strangely, but he otherwise goes unnoticed and breathes out a sigh of relief. Or at least, he tries. The sigh causes his throat to itch again, and he can tell the exact moment that his gag reflex is activated. He holds his thumbs tightly, a trick he learned to help with nausea. It doesn’t help though, he can’t get it to go away. He doubles over and loses track of what’s happening around him, trying to focus on keeping the flowers and bile down.

The next thing he registers is hands on his arms, leading him somewhere. There’s a voice muttering next to him and he struggles to understand what it’s saying on top of the pressure in his throat.

“-don’t know where to take you, I guess a bathroom? You look like you’re about to throw your guts up.” It’s Y/N’s voice, he realizes with a start, and that just confuses him even more. Since when has she cared about him enough to leave a gathering for him? Actually, since when has she cared for him at all? “I bet nobody will come looking for us in the back guest suite, we haven’t done anything with those rooms for a while. I hope it’s clean.”

She leads him through hallways and there’s distant yelling but all he can focus on is keeping his mouth closed and the feeling of her grip on his bicep, strong and in charge. Eventually she drags him into a tiled room and puts him in front of the toilet. Then she bends down (how, in all of those layers of fabric, he has no idea) to his level and waves her hand in front of his face to get him to focus on her.

“Hey, dude, are you all right?”

He nods as best as he can and then turns to the toilet and hurls up petal after petal. After a while blood comes up too with the force of it all, and with everything being coughed up, his gag reflex activates as well. That one tiny appetizer that he had comes up, and then he just dry heaves for a while. Y/N rubs his back during it and he’s grateful for her presence, because he’s sure he would’ve lost his mind by now if he were alone. He didn’t know she could be such a comforting presence, and he can hardly draw parallels between this version of her and the one who yelled at him for entering the house a few weeks ago.

Once the urge to heave is gone and he can breathe at least somewhat normally, he sits back and flushes the toilet. Y/N grabs a paper cup from somewhere in the room and gives him some water, which he gratefully takes and sips from.

“I’m sorry I didn’t believe you,” comes a soft murmur from his left. “I really thought that you were just trying to get easy money, I didn’t realize how bad it can get. I didn’t realize how horrific it is. I know that’s stupid of me. I get why you’re so desperate now. And I’m sorry for insulting your family, too. That was wrong of me, for many reasons.”

“It’s-” his voice breaks and he takes another sip of the water. “Well, it’s not exactly okay, but I appreciate the apology. And, y’know, all of this.” He waves a hand around, indicating the room in general.

“Oh it’s no problem. You helped me get away from Mister What’s-his-name anyway. He can come on so strongly. I’m glad I could spend time with you instead.”

Yangyang feels his heart twist in a new way. Not in the way hanahaki warps his insides, and certainly not the way that his crush made him feel. More like… comfort. He feels safe in this bathroom with her, even if his tailbone is going numb and there’s no way that she’s comfortable either.

“Who is Mister What’s-his-name anyway? Why was he all up in your business?”

“Oh, he’s a partner of my dad’s, I think. I’m pretty sure they made some sort of deal that includes permission to try and court me? But he’s a bit old and a bit… well. He’s the sort of man who has never heard the word ‘no’ in his life.” She winces and Yangyang wishes he could just reach over and hug her, but he’s not sure if that’s allowed in this sort of situation. He’s still not sure if she actually cares for him at all, or if she used him as an excuse to get away from this man that she clearly doesn't like. Either way, he’s just glad she’s comfortable.

“I’m sorry,” he offers. She smiles, a weak thing that doesn’t come even close to her happy smile. Yangyang would know, he’s watched her smile at school for at least a year, and the glow of that is one hundred times more powerful than this imitation.

“It’s fine. The life of a woman, no?” The laugh that follows is full of pain and has an undercurrent of anger.

“It shouldn’t be. You of all people should be free to love a person who cares about you, man or no.”

“Thank you, Yangyang.”

He’s about to respond when there’s a knock on the bathroom door, and Y/N stands up to get it with a small groan, rearranging her dress around her legs. She opens the door to another one of the servants. “Miss, you’re needed in the dining room for a toast and celebration of your graduation. Mister Liu, are you feeling well enough to come back?”

She groans and nods, reaching back to help Yangyang stand up. He takes her hand and relishes in the warmth of it. It makes him feel good that she’ll willingly touch him now. “We’re both feeling lovely, unfortunately.”

Y/N leads him back until he sees the doorway he’s meant to use and he thanks her again. She brushes it off, but he tries to make her understand just how much it meant that she would come for him. That she cared. He can’t find the words that he wants to use, but she just smiles and walks into the dining room, already apologizing to the guests profusely for leaving so suddenly. Her voice fades as Yangyang walks into the kitchen and is immediately given the rest of the night off once he’s explained what happened. He tries to say that he’s fine now, but the head cook pushes him out and a different staff member walks him to the front door.

“Take care, Mister Liu.”

“Thank you.”

☾:۞:☽

The next time he’s texted is from an unknown number.

Unknown ID

Hey yangyang :)

It’s Y/N, my mum gave me your number

Can you come over on Saturday morning? My parents are coming home on Sunday and I need your help cleaning up the house since they gave the rest of the staff the weekend off

Yangx2

yeah totally

what time

Y/N <3

I think 8

Yangx2

cool see u then

He spends the next few minutes freaking out because she has his number and she texted him and he just can’t believe how things are progressing. A few weeks ago she never would have even talked to him, and now he’s being invited, not by her mother, but by her, over to her house.

On Saturday morning he wakes up bright and early and eats a full breakfast to make sure that he can work all morning if she needs him to. Then he drives himself over to her house and takes a deep breath before ringing the doorbell. He checks his watch, congratulating himself on being right on time. Nobody answers, so he tries the front door hesitantly. It’s open, which seems suspicious, but he walks in anyway.

The room is an absolute mess. It hardly seems like the same house as the one he served tiny appetizers at. There are drink glasses and red solo cups all over the place, and he’s starting to get an inkling of what happened here last night. People are passed out in every room he enters, and the front parlor’s couch is piled with at least four bodies. They all look like they’re still alive, which he counts as a plus. Upstairs, clothes are strewn about, and he only cracks open doors to closed bedrooms to see what’s inside. At the first sight of a dropped shirt (or other article of clothing) he closes each door again, unwilling to see the people inside and how much or how little they might be wearing.

He progresses through the house, only the private family wing appearing untouched. The paintings are still straight on the walls here, and nobody is laying on the carpet. It’s still and silent, like a house should be at eight AM on a Saturday morning. He peeks into some of the rooms just to make sure that there’s nobody there. There isn’t, at least until he comes to a room in the far back. It’s the last one, and he barely takes a cursory glance before blinking and coming fully into the room.

The blinds are drawn, but he can see a walk-in closet, a dresser, a vanity, a couch, a desk with a monitor on it, and a TV in the dim lighting. There’s also a queen-size bed, one with a little sleeping lump on it that he really really hopes is Y/N. He walks slowly and gazes happily down at her sleeping features. She looks so peaceful, face lax and breathing even. He figures that it would be a shame to wake her up, so he leaves the room quietly and walks back to the main floor, where most of the people are sleeping.

He starts rousing them from their slumber, some simply refusing to and rolling over before falling back asleep. That’s fine, he knows they’ll leave eventually. For the most part, he gets everyone up and leaving, all of them complaining about their hangovers. A few run into the nearest bathroom to empty their stomachs, but it’s a blessedly small percentage. He doesn’t recognize any of them.

Once the people on this floor are gone, he gets to work. He absolutely refuses to go looking for the people in the guest rooms, so he just has to hope that they get up on their own before he has to clean that wing of the house.

He starts in the kitchen, putting bottles of liquors he’s only heard of in passing and ones he can’t pronounce in a black trash bag he finds under the sink. Then he goes through the rooms, collecting spare red solo cups and the occasional confetti spray. He moves methodically through the rooms, cleaning up what he can and avoiding the heavy sleepers that he couldn’t get to leave. There are three of them, and he just leaves them be. Better not to rouse a sleeping bear. In one of the back parlors (a less prominent one, it has less expensive things in it, he thinks) he finds a broken window and winces. That’s not going to be easy to fix before tomorrow.

He’s just finishing rearranging the furniture when Y/N comes down the stairs, still rubbing sleep from her eyes. She doesn't look nearly as hungover as the other people he chased out, which he’s thankful for. She’ll be a better cleaning buddy if she’s not in pain or needing to vomit.

She grabs a bowl of cereal and looks around at the clean kitchen.

“Did you clean the entire room?” Her voice is rough with sleep and he loves that he’s the first person to hear her speak today. It’s sort of intimate. He knows that’s just because he wants it to be intimate, but it makes him smile nonetheless.

“I’m almost done with this floor, actually. I got here at eight like you said, and it’s almost nine thirty now.”

“Oh wow, okay. Thank you so much. I can’t believe you did all of that by yourself.”

“Well, you are paying me for this. I’m still willing to do just about anything.”

Her grin almost hurts his eyes, it’s so bright. “I’ll hold you to that.”

“Hey!”

She laughs and he relaxes. Yangyang can never resist her, and he knows it. As she finishes her cereal and puts the bowl in the sink, he follows her, and then she turns to face him. “I’ll work on getting people out of the guest rooms, you start on the hallways. Okay?”

He nods. “Before we go up, though, you should see this.” He leads her through the rooms until he finds the back parlor again, and gestures to the window.

“I thought that was a dream,” she groans. “It’s going to be a pain to get it fixed.”

“I figured you should know about it sooner rather than later.”

She nods, eyes still fixed on the splintered glass panes. “Yeah. Thanks. I’ll call someone to come fix it, I guess.”

Yangyang walks out of the room behind her, heading to the guest room to start cleaning up. He starts with the paintings knocked askew, putting the shards of broken wall decorations and such in another black trash bag. She comes up after a while.

“I called a guy to fix the window, he said he can be here later.”

“Do you want me to stay? Just in case?”

She gives him a long hard look and he’s afraid that she’ll tell him off, but then a lovely small smile comes out. “Sure, Yangyang. Thanks.”

She starts opening doors to guest rooms, yelling into each one. “Get up! C’mon guys, time to go! Ew, Jeremy, don’t do that. Okay, Caroline, time to go, yep. Sun is up, so are we! Let’s go you guys!” Yangyang, meanwhile, moves on to the carpet, finding a vacuum in one of the numerous linen closets. He finds some loose clothing and makes a lost and found pile. He’s surprised, frankly, that there aren’t any lost phones or other more important items. There is a condom on the floor though, thankfully unused.

Finally, when everyone is roused and gone, he moves on to the bathrooms. Y/N joins him after a while, helping to scrub stains and generally put everything back in place. It’s nice, the two of them working in tandem. She isn't talking much, so he doesn’t either, and it’s a comfortable sort of silence.

Once they’re done, she invites him to have lunch with her and the two of them eat, getting to know each other. He knew this whole time, of course, that he was in love with her, but spending time with her like this makes his whole body warm in a way that he’s unfamiliar with. It reminds him of how he felt on the floor of the bathroom with her: safe.

After lunch they clean the back patio, which is surprisingly untouched. The window guy comes and goes, and Yangyang sits with her in her room, now with the curtains opened to let light stream in onto the floor.

“You know what’s weird?” he asks.

“What’s that?”

“I haven’t had a hanahaki episode all day. I haven’t even had trouble breathing like I have been recently. It’s strange.”

“That is weird. Maybe you fell out of love with whoever it is? I read up on hanahaki and I think that’s possible. Maybe the sunflowers died or something.”

He nods, but only because what she’s saying makes sense. He knows he didn’t fall out of love though. “Well, maybe I don’t need to work for you anymore, then? I mean the money is nice but my other job pays less… sporadically.”

“If that makes you happy, sure. More money for us, I guess. Until next time, then?” She gives him a loose hug and his heart flutters.

“Until next time. Thank you for everything, Y/N.”

She beams at him, although he thinks there’s an undercurrent to her smile that isn’t as happy as it was a few minutes ago.

“No problem Yangyang. I’ll walk you to the front door.”

He thinks he could probably walk around her house blindfolded at this point - he’s been everywhere cleaning things - but he allows her to lead him to the front door anyway. It’s just a few more moments in her presence, but he relishes in it. Y/N waves to him as he walks down the front walkway, and then she closes the door. He can’t help feeling as though he’s made a big mistake, but surely it’s fine. He’ll be fine. The flowers are (possibly) dead, and he’s free to only work one job. Nevermind that he misses her already, knowing that there might not ever be another text sent from her to him or vice versa.

☾:۞:☽

The next evening it’s raining - no, pouring - when Yangyang gets into his car and prepares to drive back to her house. After dinner he had a worse episode. It appears that the sunflowers have grown more, because he now has the ability to spit out sunflower seeds on top of the scratchy flower petals and stems. He almost envies people who get softer plants like roses, until he realizes that roses have thorns. He can’t imagine that thorns are any more pleasant; they’re probably worse. They also probably take longer to flower, though. Sunflowers grow so big, so fast, in comparison. Daisies, maybe? That pretty purple one that his neighbor is growing? Those are small.

He coughs up more petals while he drives, the lines on the road blurring under the water outside the car and the tears in his eyes. The whole time he wonders if he’ll even make it, if he won’t just suffocate on the way over. He doesn’t even know if Y/N’s home, for goodness sake. He hopes so, because he’s definitely done for if he can’t see her. He can feel it.

The next batch of petals comes up with blood on them, dripping from his bottom lip onto the pile of coughed-up items in his lap. He had the foresight to put another plastic grocery bag in his car after he threw out the last one, and he’s thankful for that now as he coughs more. There are tears streaming down over his cheeks and he can’t even wipe them away. All of his attention is on driving and coughing up as much as he can so that he doesn’t start asphyxiating.

When he finally arrives at her house, he dashes up the front walkway and rings the doorbell like a madman, hoping against hope that she’ll answer the door.

He’s almost surprised when she does open it, jumping backwards before turning away and coughing more petals into a bush out front.

“Yangyang?” her voice is panicked, filled with more emotion than he’s ever heard from her. “What’s going on?” He has blood on his shirt, and probably some on his face too, but he can’t find it in himself to care. When he speaks, his voice is rough and his throat aches. There’s a sort of pressure at the bottom of his trachea, and it doesn’t like how it feels at all.

“Relapse,” he grunts. “Help.”

He’s thankful that she has the presence of mind to lead him into a bathroom, ignoring the servants swarming the two of them. They’re just trying to help, but Yangyang knows they won’t be able to do anything. The only one who could possibly help him is her, his love. Once she’s locked the door behind her, she rubs his back as he coughs up more into the trash can. For reasons unknown, it’s mostly seeds now, falling from his throat like some sort of black mold. He supposes that the flowers have had the same approximate results as a mold, just with more breathing issues.

After a while the flow of them slows enough for him to sit back against the wall. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs. “I didn’t know where to go.”

She shakes her head. “It’s okay. I… I think I get it now. It was me all along, wasn’t it? That’s why it stopped hurting you so much while we were together. I started… I started to fall for you, and somehow… somehow the flower knew it. It stopped growing for a while, that’s the only explanation for how much better you were feeling. And then yesterday, we said we’d stop seeing each other, and I guess the Hanahaki didn't like that much. So you started throwing up again. And, uh, now we’re here. And I… Well, I sort of fell in love with you too, somewhere along the line.”

Yangyang takes in her earnest expression, the spot of blood on her shirt that he doesn’t remember getting there. He doesn’t know what to say. All of this time pining after her, and suddenly she’s fallen for him too? It’s too much to ask, too much to hope for; her face says that it’s true anyway. His voice is scratchy and shredded when he speaks, a byproduct of the seeds that ravaged his throat. “Really? You actually mean it?”

“Cross my heart and hope to die,” she says resolutely.

It surprises both of them when Yangyang crumbles forward into her lap, head landing between her arms. “I can’t kiss you ‘cause I have blood in my mouth,” he mutters, voice muffled where it’s squished into her thigh, “but I really want to.”

“The feeling is mutual. Let’s get you cleaned up first though, yeah? I can find you some clean clothes and let you use this shower.”

“Sure. Thank you, Y/N.”

“No problem.”

She leaves the room after helping him stand up and he finds some spare shower materials in the closet, so he pulls them out. A generic shampoo, bodywash, and an incredibly soft and fluffy towel that he almost feels bad for touching. It’s decadent. He puts everything in the shower and she comes back with some spare clothes.

“Will these fit you?”

Yangyang holds the shirt up to his body and nods happily, even though it’s several sizes too big, and then holds up the sweatpants. He looks down, trying to gauge their size, and all of a sudden his throat constricts. He can’t process what’s happening; his love confessed! The flower should be dead! He should be fine!

“Yangyang?” Her voice cuts through the panicked fuzz in his head.

“Can't breathe,” he wheezes.

“What?” She drops the shirt in her arms and rushes forward, nearly dragging him out of the bathroom and down the hallway. “Help! He’s- he’s choking! Mum, call the ambulance! He’s got to get the surgery, right now!”

All Yangyang can do as he is manhandled out front and frantically encouraged to keep breathing is stare at Y/N. Maybe it’s the lack of oxygen going to his brain, but he thinks that she looks even more amazing like this, worried about him. It’s sort of what he wanted all along, isn’t it? Maybe not for her to be in a panic over him, but for her to care about him. He thinks, even as he runs out of air, that he’s happy to die right now if it means that he gets to be cared for by her.

The last thing that he registers is the distant scream of a siren and her desperate, incoherent mumbling.

☾:۞:☽

Later on, Yangyang can never figure out how they kept him alive long enough to do the surgery. The sunflower was already dead since Y/N had confessed, but it had still shifted and blocked his air passage, which was why he had passed out. She had rushed him to the emergency room by ambulance and the nurses had somehow gotten the head of the flower out of his trachea before he died from lack of air. Afterwards she was sitting in strained silence in the waiting room, waiting for him to come out, or for one of the doctors or nurses to proclaim that the worst had happened.

She couldn’t stomach the thought, she told him later. It hurt her to even consider having him suddenly ripped from her by something that was, in a way, her fault.

“It’s not your fault. At all. In any way.”

“Well, I don’t know. If I had just realized my feelings earlier, you might not have started suffocating, and you wouldn’t have had to go through that.”

“Falling in love takes time. I don’t blame you at all.”

“You should.”

“I won’t.”

“But-”

“Nope. I love you, and you love me, and everyone’s okay now. You need to stop feeling guilty about something that was out of your control. You know you would say the same to me.”

A huff. “True.”

She walks him slowly out of the hospital, and he feels weak because the stance she’s taken indicates an inability for him to take care of himself. He’s fine! It was his lungs that had the surgery, not his legs! Still, he lets her hold him next to her, and he smiles because she cares for him. He still can’t get over that. He wasn’t sure that she even had it in her to love someone outside of herr close (rich) friends, but here they both were, him alive and her worrying over his health.

It's almost more than he ever hoped for. Almost. He still wants a son, if only because he made a bet with Ten years ago that he would be the first to have a son, but he’s aware that both of them are too young to give a baby the love he wants to give it. They just graduated high school a few weeks ago, after all. And he obviously has to ask her what she plans to do in the future before anything else happens.

But he would very much like to have a son someday.

He’s drawn out of his thoughts by Y/N opening her car door and helping him into it, even going so far as to carefully strap him in. He lets her, aware that she’s just worried that he’ll relapse. He doesn’t think he will, though. After an excruciatingly boring two weeks in the hospital, he’s doing a lot better. His mum came to see him whenever she got off of work, and his older sister came in to bring him food and things to entertain him in the painfully white blankness of his recovery room.

Y/N had offered to pay for the entire surgery and hospital stay, but Yangyang insisted upon at least using what he had stored up from working for her family. She had let him, but he suspected that it was only so that he would feel better about it. He knows that she could easily support him for the rest of his life. If all goes well, that’s exactly what he was hoping for. Obviously he’ll get his own job, but he wanted to live with her for as long as he could, regardless of whether it’s in her mansion or his small family apartment, or somewhere to call his own.

Before she draws away, she gives him a hug, holding him loosely enough to make sure she doesn't hurt him but tightly enough that he knows she’s wanted to do this for a while. He lifts his own arms and holds her close. It feels like her soul is bared to him, and vice versa. There’s pain in the hug, an unwillingness to let go, and an unspoken sentence: I love you.

End.

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wlw-with-reader · 3 years

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Can you do a Mary Poppins x fem reader pls. Love your work

Original version Mary Poppins or most recent version?

Either way it might be smutty, so you'd need to specify what exactly you want in your request

#women love women imagines

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summerstardust · 4 years

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Heyaa! I love ur writing, have been eating it all up. Would you consider writing a Missy x reader story in which the reader and Bill become good friends and Missy gets terribly jealous?

AN: Thank you for the lovely request! I hope that you enjoy it!💜💜💜

Jealousy Looks Good On You

Missy x Fem!Reader

Summary: Missy grows jealous and tries to prove who you belong to because of a misunderstanding.

Warnings: jealousy, some slight innuendos

Word Count: 2019

You hadn’t known Bill that long, you only met a couple of times in The Doctor’s classes. But the pair of you got along very well, you even played wing woman for her when Bill was trying to woo Heather. Despite not knowing her for that long, because of Bill’s own struggles with sexuality that she was vocal about with you, you felt comfortable enough to come out to her. Like her, your guardians assumed that you identified as heterosexual, and they would be disappointed if they discovered the truth. In both circumstances, they weren’t bad people, just outdated by your standards.

Bill became The Doctor’s companion first, but The Doctor could see in his classes that you were one of those few people amongst seven billion that he would want to show the universe to. Bill helped The Doctor explain who he really was, because the Timelord tended to just throw people into the truth and it could be quite startling. You happily accepted the offer your friend and professor were giving you and began adventuring with them. The more you traveled with them, the more you learned about their lives respectfully. You and Bill bonded more about your sexualities and would often try and help each other find dates, even if some of those prospective people were aliens.Later when you discovered The Doctor’s true origins you felt even more at ease about your sexuality. What he described of his home planet and their openness to the concepts of sexuality and gender offered you a safe space in his TARDIS with him and Bill.

After a couple of weeks of knowing the truth about who The Doctor and Nardole were, their suspicious behaviour became more obvious to you. You would see them sneaking down to the basement of the University often and you knew that it wasn’t to go somewhere in the TARDIS, which stayed, mostly, in The Doctor’s office. Your curiosity about what your new friends were hiding lingered on your mind. You told Bill about your curiosities and she eventually agreed to go searching with you. Bill explained that she had been down to the University basement briefly and how everything seemed weird and alien but nothing to worry about. You didn’t believe her hopeful assumptions, however, and you walked up to the large locked doors along the wall. You place a hand near the lock, immediately feeling a hum erupt from the door, causing you to just back. Bill called over to you, telling you that they should leave before either The Doctor or Nardole returned and you reluctantly followed her. On your way out of the basement, you kept looking back at the door, feeling as if something was watching you.

Your curiosity only grew and burned into your brain. You were often distracted in class and on adventures because you couldn’t stop thinking about what was behind the doors in the university basement, and why The Doctor was hiding and locking it away. You decided to go down there by yourself. You knew that Bill would try to stop you and you didn’t want to deal with her worry. If The Doctor found you in the process, you didn’t care. You wanted the truth. You didn’t spend time looking around the other alien treasures and went straight to the large doors. You paused and took a deep breath before placing your hand on the door. The doors hummed again, this time more pleasantly, then the locks began turning and opening. The series of clicks and turning of gears stopped when the doors creaked open, causing a flurry of dust to spring up into the air.

“Ahhh, dearie! How wonderful it is to finally meet you! You know, that curiosity of yours might get you in trouble one day. You should be more careful.” The voice of a chipper Scotish woman floated out to where you stood. You peaked your head in through the door to see the woman with her brown hair pined up atop her head and a fancy skirt and long dress combo that reminded you of Mary Poppins.

“Come on in, dearie. Don’t be shy. I won’t bite.” She waved you in and you closed the door behind you before the strange woman whispering a flirty “unless you ask me to.” She motioned you to take a seat at a small table that would fit two people comfortably and asked you if you wanted some tea. You declined and asked her who she was and what she was doing here in this locked room. The woman poured you a cup of tea anyway, just the way you liked it before explaining everything. Suffice it to say, you were shocked, but you believed her. You left the Vault, as Missy called it, even more curious about what this meant about The Doctor, but you were fully intending to take Missy up on her offer of returning. You would sneak into the Vault as often as you could whenever The Doctor or Nardole weren’t spying.

After months of flirting and innuendo filled conversations, hiding from your friends and general fun evenings, you and Missy began dating. Missy was surprisingly more open than The Doctor, but once the two of you started dating, she would recount more childhood memories and experiences she had from her home planet. The space the two of you created within the Vault was the safest space you had ever been in. With Missy, you could be whoever you wanted to be, without any fear or judgement.Despite how close the two of you were, you never talked about exclusivity when dating. You had naturally assumed that your relationship with Missy was exclusive given how passionately you would act with one another in both speech and actions. But there was no way to be positive. You knew that you would never do anything to go against Missy in that way, but there was no discussion between the two of you that would make the Timelady knowledgeable about your feelings.

However, Missy had never seen you interact with Bill before this moment. The Doctor had needed the help of Missy, much to Nardole’s dismay and he thought that it was a good idea to drag you and Bill along, too. The Doctor ignored your knowledgeable face, he had been watching you go down to the Vault over the course of your friendship and deemed your relationship with Missy a safe one. He was more concerned about keeping that information away from Nardole and Bill who would not understand and see that your relationship with Missy was helping her for the better.

This was Bill’s first time inside the Vault and you could see that she was uncomfortable at the thought of The Doctor keeping a strange woman within the secret prison. So you found yourself staying close to her and explaining the details about Missy that The Doctor and Nardole had conveniently passed over.

Missy saw you holding a comfortable position in reference to Bill, staying to close for the Timelady’s comfort. Causing her to waltze over to you and interrupt whatever The Doctor was talking about. Missy stopped briefly in front of your face to look you in the eye. Her blue eyes were usually warm pools whenever she looked at you, but now they were cold and icy. You were shocked and looked at her, questioning if you had done something wrong. You noticed that out of the corner of your eye that Bill became uncomfortable with Missy's closeness and she walked over to where The Doctor stood. You followed Bill’s movements until Missy’s firm hand grasped your chin and forced you to look her in the eye again. The Timelady’s grip softened before she felt the temperature of your cheeks and forehead with the back of her hand. Dramatic concern arose on Missy’s face. She brought her hands up to your bare arms and let out a gasp when she felt how cool they were. You weren’t uncomfortable, but The Vault’s temperature was cooler than that of a normal Human home and you forgot to bring a jacket.

“Are you cold, my love?” You could tell from Missy’s voice that she was acting, dramatizing her movements and words for the audience in the room. You were unsure of why, however, The Doctor, the person whose opinion about your relationship she secretly feared the most, already knew and accepted everything. You knew that he knew when one day he “subtly” asked you if you were dating anyone and observed that you were quite distracted in classes and on adventures. But neither of you spoke of it again, so you assumed that he was approving.

“A little bit, but I’m fine.”

“Don’t be silly! Take my coat, love. Can’t have you catching a cold,” Missy dramatically unbuttoned her coat, staring at Bill in the process, and wrapped her precious possession around your shoulders. After securing her coat around you, patting you down in certain questionable places, she leant close to your ear and darkly whispered, “Even though you catching a cold would cause me to have to take care of you all by myself.” You had a deep blush on your face when Missy pulled away, which caused her to smirk proudly.

The Doctor cleared his throat and sarcastically asked Missy if she was busy or if he could continue explaining the events of previous adventures and the point of the Vault to Bill. Missy combated her old friend with an equal amount of sarcasm, stating that she was “of course, pleasantly excited to hear The Doctor’s most recent speech.” Missy struted over to her sofa, swinging her skirt around with one hand and dragging you after to her by her other hand. Once she sat comfortably on the sofa, Missy pulled you onto her lap and whispered in your ear about the things she would do to you once you were alone, causing your face to turn bright red again and for you to miss what Bill, The Doctor and Nardole were discussing. Missy would smirk whenever she would catch Bill staring open mouthed at the two of you.

“Well, this was fun,” Bill eventually said after The Doctor had explained everything, including your relationship with Missy “and not at all awkward, but I have a date that I don’t want to be late for.”

“A date?” Missy questioned looking over you protectively and unabashedly. You looked to Bill, who was looking quite awkward again and you decided to do your best to correct Missy’s assumptions.

“Yes, I helped Bill get a date with this one girl we saw at a bar. She was definitely Bill’s type, unlike me. So I just had to help set it up!” Missy looked into your eye to see if you were telling the truth and when she was satisfied with your statement she turned back to Bill.

“Well, little Human, I hope everything goes well for you on this date with a girl that is definitely not my lovely girlfriend Y/N.” Missy turned away from Bill, The Doctor and Nardole as if they never existed and began playing with your hair, swirling it between her fingers, and kissing your jawline and neck. Your friends quickly left the room after saying a quick goodbye to you and Missy, who didn’t pay attention.

“What was that?” You removed yourself away from Missy’s attacking lips and looked her in the eye.

“What was what?” You rolled your eyes and questioned Missy’s possessiveness.

“No one touches my faithful companion, except for me, of course.” Missy leant into your body, holding you tightly and showing you how she truly meant what she was saying and was not acting of pure possessive emotion.

You kissed the Timelady’s nose before delicately whispering, “I love you, too, Missy!” She smiled brightly and confidently, knowing that your feelings were genuine and her feelings for you were reciprocated. Missy attacked you with kisses until you fell back onto the sofa and the two of you erupted into passionate giggles.

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