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frost-queen · 2 years

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Not yours, but mine (Reader x Moody Spurgeon)

Requested by: anon, Forever tag: @missmelodramatic, @theletterhart, @alex--awesome--22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly, @denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco @idkwhatmyusernam, @subjecta13-thefangirl

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Moody slapped a low hanging twig aside before it could hit him in the face. With him Charlie and Paul. Miss Stacy was marching in the front, leading the group on an excursion. Moody looked over his shoulder, catching your laugh. It made him smile instantly. A silly smile plastered on as he had no idea how foolish he appeared. He noticed another low hanging twig with a full set of leaves. He moved it aside passing by.

He then kept holding it, to prevent you from running in it. – “Thank you, Moody.” – you said lifting your dress a bit up to step over a root that stuck out. Moody grinned sheepishly gesturing for you to go ahead. You let your hand rest on his shoulder as you passed. You then continued to chat with Diana, laughing at something cute. – “Wow.” – Moody heard say as Charlie and Paul had waited at the side with him. Moody let go of the twig, letting it snap back almost hitting Ruby in the face.

“Hey!” – she called out, slapping the twig away before it could slap her. – “Sorry.” – Moody called out, joining Paul and Charlie. He caught up with them, tugging his hands in his pocket. – “Y/n truly has a great smile.” – Paul stated. – “She what?” – Moody asked caught off guard. – “I said Y/n has a great smile. Sweet and all.” – he rephrased.

“Oh.” – Moody simply answered. Of course he knew how sweet your smile was. You have been friends since you were little children. Moody lives next door so from a very young age played you together. The friendship only grew when you attended school together. – “She’s really kind.” – Charlie pitched in, wanting to say something as well. – “Not… not that I have dared to talk to her, but she is friendly.” – he spoke, rubbing his neck nervously.

“She truly is!” – Paul answered. – “She has a great smile, is friendly, and has nice handwriting.” – he added. – “Handwriting?” – Moody called out confused. – “What an absurd thing to say.” – he mumbled to himself. Not sensing how his face twisted into disgust and anger. Charlie laughed loud. – “At least better than mine. I sometimes can’t even read what I wrote.” – Charlie joked out, patting Moody on the back.

Moody groaned at the touch, feeling himself get agitated, but by what? – “From all the girls I believe Y/n is the best one yet.” – Paul continued, not being able to stop gushing about you. – “Of course she is!” – Moody snapped, kicking a tiny rock forwards. It rolled forwards as his eyes widened. For a second he thought the little rock would find itself a way under your feet and the last thing he wanted was for you to fall.

“Well of course we know you’d know.” – Paul informed, gesturing at Moody. – “You’ve known her your entire life!” – Charlie spoke indulging in the conversation. – “Say Moody, is Y/n a great cook?” – Paul wanted to know. Moody’s eyes widened in shock. He came to a sudden stop. – “Why’d you want to know?” – He asked, no spitted out with a grumble. – “I was just interested.” – Paul spoke up, holding his hands up in defense.

“No need to get snappy.” – he said in hushed tones, joining the walk again. – “So you would know if she can make you pies?” – Moody answered for himself rudely. – “No…I…I… well maybe… but not perse pies. It can be anything actually.” – Paul replied scratching behind his ear. – “My mother says any girl that can cook good is a good wife!” – Paul recited, using gestures while dictating. Moody clenched his jaw.

“What do you mean with that!” – he wanted to know, feeling himself get more agitated by the moment. – “I don’t know.” – Paul replied with a shrug. – “Maybe I feel like asking Y/n out.” – he so casually explained. Moody came to a sudden stop. Hands clenched into fists as they trembled with rage. What? Ask you out? Oh he was cooking now.

If it was possible there would be steam coming out of his ears. – “You want to ask Y/n what?” – he called out, turning firmly to Paul. Ruby and Anne casually passing by as they were holding back the rest. – “Ask her out, do… do you think she would say yes?” – Paul asked unknowingly. – “No!” – Moody shouted out, throwing his fist in the air.

Paul staggered back against a tree bark. – “Moody?” – Charlie called out in shock, gaping at his friend. Moody stormed up to Paul, making him beg for a way out. Paul gasped in shocks when Moody grabbed him by the shirt. He brought the shirt up, knuckles touching his nose. – “Hands off Y/n!” – he shouted, blinded by his own jealousy. – “Mo…Moody…” – Paul whimpered, scared of his friends sudden reaction. – “Hey, Moody, he was just playing around… right?” – Charlie said in an attempt to ease the situation.

They had fallen behind, the last of the group as everyone else was up ahead. Paul nodded quick, anything to get out of this situation. – “He was joking Moody.” – Charlie spoke, placing a hand on his shoulder. – “It didn’t feel like it!” – Moody answered with a loud huff. – “I swear… I…I… swear.” – Paul brought his hands up, pleading, begging with Moody.

“Don’t ask Y/n out!” – Moody called out loud. – “Don’t even think about it because…” �� he suddenly widened his eyes, taking a moment to reflect on his actions. Why was he so angered by it. Could it be? Would it be? Moody let go of Paul, stepping back.

Was it possible that HE was in love with… with you? – “Moody!” – he heard, turning his head. There you stood waiting for him, just a bit further up the path. – “Are you coming? You are falling behind and I don’t want you to get lost.” – you said loud enough for them to hear. Moody’s heart started to beat faster at your presence. – “I am coming Y/n.” – he shouted back. Moody came running over as Paul and Charlie followed.

You waited for Moody to be by your side. He caught his breath for a second. – “Will you go out with me?” – he asked so bluntly. It made you quirk your eyebrow up curious. – “Of course.” – you answered, taking his hand. Moody sighed out of relief, giving your hand a little squeeze. He felt content, at peace, knowing his affections were reciprocated.

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ooo-yeah-baby · 11 months

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ok awesome thank you :)) could i please request a moody spurgeon x reader from AWAE (s2 era) where he’s lovesick and obsessed with the reader and is sure she’s his future wife? they’re friends, but not super close, and she says she’s not ready for marriage yet because she wants to go to queen’s college. so he forcibly kisses her and someone sees, leading both her and his parents to force them to marry. feel free to change any details if you’d like! thank you so so much ❤️

Lovely

Yandere Moody Spurgeon x Reader

I only write sfw, feel free to send asks, Yandere themes, forced kiss, forced marriage, vixen shaming, I don't know, it's long. I don't really like it after the Mrs. Linde part, I did season 3 Moody cuz the banjo was convenient. Thank you for the ask!!

You sound lovely!" Y/N spouted as the last string on Moodys banjo rung out.

"You're lovely- err I mean... thank you." He stuttered, blush running to his cheeks.

He truly thought she was lovely. The way her hair swayed as she moved. The way her laugh sounded as it filled a room. The color of her eyes and the way they sparkled when the light hit them just right. The way she spoke, especially when she was answering a question.

Y/N laughed a bit at his mess up.

"Why, thank you, Moody."

During class Moody would find his eyes wandering over to Y/Ns seat across the room. Sometimes he'd miss whole lessons, whole class days even, just staring at her.

Moody may not have been the smartest but he had a wild imagination. He'd imagined Y/N in a beautiful wedding dress with a lace veil and a bouquet of wild flowers. Of course, he'd be wearing a hand-me-down suit from his parents. Maybe with something new added, like a small embroidery from his mother, or some cufflinks, who knows? She'd smile at him with a tint of blush on her cheeks as she walked with her father down the isle and he'd feel his heart pump a million beats a second and then-

The school day would end and he'd have to watch her walk away.

But during lunch she'd always sit and listen to him play his banjo before going to eat with the other girls. She was practically his during that time.

"Y/N," Moody began one day while putting his Banjo down. "Would you like to eat with me today?" He asked, fidgeting with his fingers.

She just smiled and nodded before running off to get her lunch.

After that she began eating with him a few days out of the week. She'd grab her lunch and sit and listen to him play and laugh and talk with him. Moody felt content for a while.

Only for a while.

Then he got the idea that Y/N had fallen for him like he had fallen for her. Why wouldn't she? It just makes sense. They were practically already courting one another in his eyes.

He thought she stared at him like he was the only boy in the world. He thought she smiled brighter when she was with him. He thought she loved him.

He needed her to love him.

Finally, while sitting with Y/N in the school house during lunch, he croaked up the courage to say something.

"Y/N, will you marry me?" His eyes shut and his hands balled into clenched fists.

Y/N was just about to take a bite of a 🍐 and stopped in her tracks at his request. Thankfully no one had heard Moodys proposal.

"What?" Y/N asked, putting the fruit down.

"W-will you marry me?" He reiterated. Y/N took a moment to reprocess the situation.

After what felt like ages to Moody she finally began to show somewhat of a reaction. Her head began shaking and she began speaking.

"No. I'm sorry Moody." She looked down at her dress and fiddled with the hem of it. Moodys face flushed with a bright red color.

"Why not?" He pressed.

"It's nothing against you, Moody. It's just, well... we haven't even really courted, and Ill be leaving for Queens College soon and-" She thought for a moment, "I suppose I see you as more of a friend too, Moody." Every word she spoke dripped with her discomfort. She looked down and started cleaning up her lunch basket. Moody felt betrayed. What were they doing if not courting one another? And she sees him as more of a friend? Then why does she look at him like that? Being married won't stop her from going to college. Moody would never dream of holding her back. He just wanted to love her and for her to love him. To spend the rest of their lives together and grow old together. "I'm hardly ready for marriage any wa-!" Moodys hand reach behind Y/Ns head and he pulled her face in to his, practically clashing teeth with each other. Y/N pushed against him, moving her hands up to his chest, pressing as hard as she could and finally disconnecting their lips.

Moody fell back to the floor with heavy breath and Y/N stared down at him furiously.

This whole fiasco definitely did not go unnoticed by the class. Y/Ns face turned beat red, either from embarrassment, rage, or a mix of both, as she looked around the class at the other students ogling at her.

She quickly stood up and gave Moody a swift kick in his shin before collecting her things and running out of the school house.

Moodys hand reached up to one of the desk tables for support as he pulled himself up, noticing the many groups whispering about the incident. He felt a lump grow in his throat that he tried to swallow back while fixing his clothes, then he ran out of the school house, like Y/N had previously.

If something were to happen in Avonlea the whole town would know about it. Whether from word of mouth or Mrs. Rachel Linde going around spreading the good, bad, and nasty news. Of course Y/Ns parents heard about what had happened from Mrs. Linde who had heard it from a group of students passing by her home. She immediately scurried herself over to the L/N little farm and shared her thoughts on the matter.

"Well hello, Mrs. Linde." Y/Ns mother said as she opened her front door. Rachel came barging in the second she saw the door move.

"Mrs. L/N." She greeted, already in the parlor of the white walled house. "I assume you've heard of..." she looked around for somewhere to place her hat and coat, spying the rack by the front door, then continued; "Your daughters little fiasco at the school house." She placed her hat and coat on the rack and moved to sit in one of the chairs in the parlor.

Mrs. L/N took a seat across from Rachel and pushed out the rinkles of her dress.

"No, what has she done now?" Her brows furrowed. Her daughter had never been apart of any of Rachel's rumors and it was discontenting to see it happening now.

"Oh its a doosy." Her finger pointed at Mrs. L/N. "I heard the boys talking. Today, in front of the whole class she caused a spectacle." She had a short huff before continuing again. "You know I'm not one to gossip, but as your friend I thought you needed to know. If your daughter is truly becoming a vixen then you have every right to know. Knock the devil out of her before it's too late-"

"Please, just tell me what happened, Mrs. Linde." Your mother pleaded, slightly irked by Rachel's coarse language and accusations at her daughter.

"Yes, well, I was sitting on my porch moments ago when I heard the Andrews and Sloane boy talking. According to them, your daughter was locking lips with that Moody Spurgeon boy in the middle of class. For everyone to see. Apparently they both ran out of the school house around noon together and haven't been back since. Took their things and all."

Mrs. L/N was shocked to say the least.

"Well, I suppose I'll have to have a word with my daughter. Thank you for informing me, Mrs. Linde." She stood up and ushers for Rachel to do so as well, which Rachel did oblige but she couldn't help herself from shoving her opinion in the mix, again.

"You know, with how many people saw this fiasco, you might as well marry her off to that boy. It's the only chance she'll have at finding a husband under the circumstances. Word travels fast and no one is going to want a girl who's been throwing herself at men left and right."

"Of course, Rachel." Mrs. L/N sighed. "I suppose that's our only option." Her hand moved to her temple and attempted to rub out her forming migraine.

"Well. Keep me in on the loop." Rachel added before grabbing her things and leaving, more than likely to go spread the word to every end of Avonlea.

About an hour after Mrs. Linde left Y/N, returned home. Mrs. L/N had already discussed the incident and what they needed to do with Mr. L/N and the two were waiting for their lovely, possibly a vixen, daughter to return home. The second y/n walked in the door they dragged her back out and ventured to the Spurgeon home.

"I don't know what happened, Y/N, but this is unacceptable. No doubt Rachel's gone and told all of Avonlea by now." Her mother chattered.

"It's not my fault!"

Mrs. L/N scoffed in response.

"Well, there isn't much we can do about it now. Your fault or not, it happened. And now you're becoming a laughing stock. We'll have to fix this somehow, with the Spurgeon family."

They arrived at the house, Y/N begrudgingly stepping up to the porch with her family. They were invited in and the parents went to discuss matters.

Y/N remained standing by the door as Moody stared at her, eyes filled with guilt.

"I'm sorry, Y/N" he mumbled. He wasnt actually sorry but he didnt exactly know what else to say.

"Sorry wont fix this, Moody. You were supposed to be my friend. Now my reputation is ruined. I'll have to leave the island to get married with the way Mrs. Linde has been reacting." Y/N huffed in response.

Meanwhile, in the other room;

"My son kissed your daughter. He told us everything. He will take responsibility. Whatever you think is best." Mrs. Spurgeon assured.

"Well I'd like to believe my daughter had no hand but I was her age once too." Mrs. L/N shook her head. "I suggest we give the two what they want and settle it that way. It's easier on us and easier on them."

Mrs. Spurgeon nodded in response and the two treked back to the front room.

"You two will marry." Mrs. L/N said, an unwarranted smile plastered her face.

"What?" The two kids said in unison, one clearly more excited about it than the other.

"It makes the most sense." Mrs. Spurgeon added.

"Makes the most sense?" Y/N stepped up. "How does that make any sense?"

"Bite your tongue, dear." Her mother warned. "It's not likely that you'll he able to find anyone else now is it?" Her mother continued to press. "Clearly you must enjoy Moodys presence in some capacity or you wouldn't have been near him to begin with. This is our final decision."

"But Queens College!" Y/N huffed. "I'm taking the entrance exam soon!"

"You can still go!" Moody chimed in. A scowl crept to Y/Ns' face but Moody pressed on, taking a step forward to continue his soon to be ramble. "I-I would never hold you back. You can go to Queens College and Ill go to college too and then we can be married after we both graduate."

"Very good, Moody." His mother congratulated. "That's what we'll do."

And with that, the two were engaged. It was all over Avonlea. Y/N had her reputation back and Moody had her, although Y/N tried tirelessly to break the engagement.

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plentyoffandoms · 3 years

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You Had Me at Hello

Billy Andrews x f/Reader

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

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Summary: Billy meets F/Reader on a train never thinking he would see her again. He was wrong and he became more than just a friend, he became her saviour.

Billy Andrew's POV:

My family and I are returning to Avonlea from visiting my Mother's sister in St. Peters. The journey was long but it was nice to leave Avonlea, even if it was just for the Summer.

My Father stayed behind as he needed to work, but I am sure it is just because he could not stand my Aunt. They did not like each other.

My Mother, Sisters and I were just on the last part of journey home. We got on the train to Avonlea from Charlottetown and I got comfy in my seat in the First Class part of the train.

After some time, I pulled out my pocket watch and noticed that we have been on the train for some time now. I decided to go and grab something to eat.

I asked my family if they would like anything and the only one who said they did was Jane.

I got up and headed towards the dining-car where I could get the food. All I asked for was for two apples as I did not want to ruin our dinners.

I felt someone stand next to me and I paid them no mind until I heard them talk.

"May I have one biscuit please?"

I looked over and my breath felt like it got caught in my throat. I tried to say 'Hello' but nothing came out.

She noticed me staring and gave me a soft smile. "Hello." Was all she said to me and I was done for.

I tried to speak but the food attendant handed me the two apples and the biscuit to the woman whose name I have not asked for.

"Well, Goodbye." She said to me.

I was going to go after her when I saw my Mother walking towards me, probably wondering what is taking me so long.

"Come now Billy, we are almost at our stop." My mother said as she grabbed my arm and basically pulled me behind her.

I looked back and the woman who talked to me just gave me a wave. I waved meekly back at her.

My father was waiting on the platform for us, trying to show that he was a loving Father and Husband, even though he is neither of those things.

My family and I got home and dinner was waiting for us. I have missed the food here at home.

My Father asked about our trip and my Mother kept it brief as she knew he did not care.

"There is a new family that has just moved in. Their home was just finished being built not long after you all left. They have a daughter your age Billy and will be joining you and Jane at school when you start on Monday."

I nodded my head as my father spoke.

"Make her feel welcomed you two." The only reason why he would say that is because her family must come from money. I wanted to roll my eyes at him but all I could say was, 'yes sir.'

The weekend went by fast and now Jane and I are walking to the school house. Jane hadn't stopped talking since we left home. I knew she was excited to see her friends.

Speaking of her friends, Josie Pye and Tillie Boulter were walking towards us. Josie smiled when she saw me.

I was really hoping her crush on me would be done by now, but I guess not. Jane ran towards her friends and I met up Moody Spurgeon.

He told me what he did over the summer and I told him what I did. We heard the bell that Miss Stacy was ringing and headed on into the school house. It is my last year at this school.

"Everyone take your seats and settle down."

We did as we were told, even though Miss Stacy had to ask us to quiet down a few times.

"Welcome back everyone, I hope you all had a good vacation. Now, we have a new student joining us all the way from Toronto, Ontario. Please give a heartfelt welcome to Y/N L/N."

And the woman from the train walked out of the side room and stood next to Miss Stacy. I clapped my hands along with my classmates.

"Would you be so kind to tell us about yourself Y/N." Miss Stacy asked.

"Hmm, my family and I moved from Toronto at the beginning of July. I am an only child. My father was appointed Chief of Police for Avonlea."

I raised my hand to ask her a question. "Yes Billy?" Miss Stacy asked.

"Do you remember me?" Not the question I wanted to ask but that is what flew out of my mouth.

My classmates looked between me and Y/N.

"Yes I do remember you....Billy." I could of died right then and there and would of been happy because she said my name.

Miss Stacy pointed to the empty seat next to Diana Barry and my eyes followed Y/N as she sat down and our first lesson of the year finally started.

It was finally our first break. I joined Moody and Charlie outside to play some baseball, but they had other plans.

"Where did you meet Y/N Billy?" Moody asked.

"On the train coming home." Was all I said. The other guys came around to continue asking such nonsense questions.

Y/N's POV:

Seeing that young man from the train made my whole body heat up. I tried not to stare at him when I walked into the room but when he asked if I remembered him, I felt like my heart was going to leap out of my chest.

How could I not remember him? He is gorgeous.

As I followed the students outside, I was surrounded by some of the girls closer to my age. I made quick friends with Anne and Diana, as well as Jane and Tillie.

One kept glaring at me and I had no clue why so I asked Anne.

"Ohh that is Josie Pye. She has a crush on Billy."

I still don't understand why she doesn't like me. All Billy did was ask if I remembered him.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and I turned around and Josie was standing very close to me.

"I don't care who your father is, stay away from Billy. Him and I are ment to be together."

"Jessie, I hardly know Billy and besides you don't own him, so if I want to talk to him I will."

Her face went red because I purposely said the wrong name.

I watched as she stomped her foot and walked away. I turned back around and continued my conversation with Anne.

But Anne and Diana were just staring at me.

"Yes? Do I have something on my face?"

"You stood up to Josie Pye." Diana said.

"And?" I am very confused. Was she supposed to be scary?

"And? And? Y/N, she is the meanest girl in all of Avonlea." Anne said.

"Girls, I come from a big city where the girls would eat someone like Josie Pye for breakfast. She isn't that mean or scary. She just thinks she is better than all of us."

And that is how it was for the first few weeks with Josie. Josie would always try to say something mean to me but I never took it to heart, especially when I met her mother.

Her mother was a mean, rude woman who looked down on everyone. I purposely went out of my way to be kinder to Josie and she became kind to me as well.

She was slowly working on building a friendship between herself and Anne.

My own friendships with everyone in the school house grew as well and by the first week of October, I was friends with everyone.

Billy and I became good friends but I didn't like how he was a bully to people and I mentioned that in passing during one of our many talks.

"You know Billy. You are 17 years old turning 18 next month, do you think it is time for you to grow up and stop being a bully to people?" I said to him as we were sitting far away from our classmates.

"I have been trying because I know how horrible I have been to people. I have been trying to change myself because I want to court this beautiful woman and she is kind to everyone who she meets."

My heart broke when he said that. Of course he had a woman who he wants to court.

"Whoever she is I hope she says yes to the courtship and you two will be very happy together." I said to him as I quickly stood up and grabbed my lunch box and ran towards the school house. Completely ignoring Billy as he called my name.

Billy Andrew's POV:

I was hoping Y/N would catch on to who I was talking about but that just didn't seem to happen as I watched her run into the school house.

"Why not just tell her?" I looked over at Moody as he stood next to me.

"What if she doesn't like me back?"

"Then you would just have to take that chance. You know the Annual Thanksgiving fair is coming up. Ask her to it. See what she says."

I thought about it. I could ask her. "Good idea Moody." Now just to figure out how and when to ask her.

It had to be soon because it will be happening this weekend. Maybe pass a note? No, I may get caught by Miss Stacy.

I went back to school house and thought about how I could ask her. I heard her say to Josie that she had to talk to Miss Stacy after school.

I will wait for her outside and ask her then. I didn't have long to wait until school was over. I told Moody and Charlie that I was going to walk Y/N home. Moody wished me luck and walked away with Charlie.

I didn't have to wait for long when Y/N came out the front door and I saw she was crying.

"Y/N." I called out her name and she looked at me, then looked away and tried to get rid of the tears streaming down her face.

"Are you okay?" I asked as I caught up to her.

"No I am not Billy. After I left you this afternoon, I noticed there was a note in my lunchbox from my Mother."

"What did it say to make you so upset?" I asked her as I grabbed her hands in mine.

"That my parents picked my future husband and his father would like for us to get married as soon as he comes back from his work trip."

I felt my body go cold. "Can you not just say no Y/N?"

"I will try once I get home but I know it will be no use. I don't even know his name." Y/N started to cry once more and I pulled her into my arms.

"There must be another way Y/N. We will figure something out."

"We will Billy?"

"Y/N, I have been in love with you since the first time you said 'hello' to me on the train. I will not give you up with out a fight."

Part 2

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ooo-yeah-baby · 8 months

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hello again! 🫶🏻 i keep rereading parts 1 & 2 of lovely because they’re SO amazing and i was wondering if i could request a part 3? it would probably be the last part, but i was thinking it could be a flash-forward a few years to Moody and reader being back in Avonlea after college, Moody working and reader being a housewife, (reluctantly, but now realizing she has to accept her fate.) maybe they have a couple kids already and she’s already pregnant with another, Moody is overjoyed and the lifestyle is slowly growing on her, too. stockholm syndrome is setting in. honestly feel free to write whatever you’d like and change any details! you can make it however dark you’d like (but still sfw of course!) thank you so so much! ❤️

Lovely, pt3

Yandere Moody Spurgeon x reader

I only do sfw, feel free to send requests, I did not proof read at all and it's kinda short. I hope you enjoy !!

"MOTHER!" Y/N could hear her daughter cry from the porch. Quickly, she ran through the house and pushed open the door to see the little girl stuck in the flower bush that lined the porch. Her legs were kicking abover her head.

"Calm down." Y/N sighed, pulling the girl up and out of the bush. She was the spitting image of her father. Brown hair framing her round face and long eyelashes framing blue eyes. She had her mother's nose but that was pretty much it.

Y/N cradled her child in her arms, checking hers for any cuts, thankfully she was okay, but her dress was dirty.

"Be more careful, okay?" After putting her back down, she kissed her forehead and lead her inside to change clothes, no way she could let her run around covered in filth. "You look like you've been playing in a pig pen. Where were you?"

"I was with Rilla. We decided to take the long way home. I'm sorry, mother."

"That's fine, sweet heart." Y/N said, pulling her dress off of her and throwing it to the bed, then she turned to get a new dress from one of the assortment of drawers. "Do you know where your brother is?"

"He said he was staying late for extra lessons."

Y/N's son on the other hand looked more like herself. Not a trace of Moody, her husband, lingered on him.

Of course this in no way affected the way she felt about her children. They were the lights in her life.

She became pregnant for the first time shortly after moving back to Avonlea from Queens College. Moody had begged and pleaded for the last few months of their school careers for children and with the added pressure from the families Y/N finally caved.

But she enjoyed motherhood and even though she hates to admit it, she enjoys the days where she can spend time with her family.

"Well let's hope he's home in time for dinner this time." Y/N pulled out a little dress and slipped it over her daughter's frame, brushing the hair from her face once it was fully on.

Later that night, after everyone had arrived back home, the family joined hands in prayer. Before, maybe towards the beginning of the marriage, Y/N would pray to herself that she might wake up in her childhood home, her mother and father would be just down the hall if she needed them and she could sit and listen to Moody play his music during break before joining the other girls. Although now she looks back on those moments fondly, she doesn't pray to wake up. It's almost as if she had become happy with her life.

After dinner, Moody and Y/N went up to tuck their kids in together. It was nice spending those short moments together. Moody would stand in the doorway, watching as Y/N pulled the blanket over each of the children's shoulders and kissed their foreheads. After all these years he still loved her and as time went on the guilt he felt about the entirety of their relationship faded.

Although he secretly prayed every night that she'd forgive him. Although she seemed happy now he couldn't ever be sure. She didn't pull away from him but was that just because she felt like she had to? She stopped avoiding him but then again it'd be difficult even if she wanted to.

He was ridden with doubt about their relationship.

Once they finished tucking in their children the two went to their own bedroom to sleep for the night. Moody wrapped hisarms around Y/N which she reciprocated sweetly, then began to drift off to sleep.

"Moody?" Y/N called his name, waking him, his heart skipping a beat.

"Yes Y/N," His voice was shakey and his grip on her became tighter. Usually they'd quietly come into the bedroom and fall asleep together. Why was she speaking? What did she have to say?

"You don't play very often anymore, do you? Your banjo, I mean." It struck him. He hadnt played in a while.

"Do you want me to start again?"

"Yeah. You were good. I miss it." She snuggled closer to him.

Wow.

"Y/N?" Moody spoke.

"Yes, Moody?"

"Can we have another?"

"Another what?"

"Kid?" Moody held his breath. Y/N was silent for a moment.

"If you promise to play your banjo every morning, then yes."

He wondered if Y/N could feel his heart beating out of his chest.

"I promise, Y/N." A smile grew on his face as he pulled her closer.

#yandere #yandere concept #yandere sfw #yandere x reader #moody spurgeon #awae fanfic #anne with an e #awae imagine

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ooo-yeah-baby · 11 months

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hello again! <3 i was hoping to request a part 2 for Lovely :) perhaps reader and Moody get married before leaving Avonlea and they both go to Queen’s College together and share a bedroom at the boardinghouse. perhaps Moody really wants to start building their family and tries to convince reader to, but she’s insisting on waiting. he’s always all over her (forced kissing, touching, cuddling, etc) and she gets annoyed but remembers they’re married for life so she’ll have to get used to it, and warms up to him. honestly you can write whatever you’d like! i absolutely LOVE the first part and it gets better every time i re-read it :) thanks again!

Lovely, pt 2

Yandere Moody Spurgeon x Reader

I only write sfw, feel free to send requests!! Noncon touching, kissing, etc. long, forced marriage, probably more I should add but literally what? Thank you for the request!! I stole the picture from Pinterest, gifs weren't loading lol

The wedding ceremony was just as Moody had expected it, almost. Although Y/Ns dress was simpler than the one from his vision, and there was no tint of blush covering her cheeks, his own were beat red, she still looked as beautiful as he had imagined.

Actually, more beautiful. He couldn't've possibly imagined the way his breath would hitch as she approached him.

He could tell she was forcing her smile as family and friends waved her down the aisle. And it would have been impossible for him to not notice the way her lips struggled not to frown when she was asked if she would take him.

And the kiss felt less than ideal to Moody. It was completely one sided. He brought her near, closing his eyes and leaning in, pressing his lips against one's pressed straight.

The ceremony was planned to be the week before the two moved to the Queens College dormitory. It was usually forbidden for ladies to share rooms with gentlemen but with the two being wed and the parents pressure they allowed the two to board together.

The first night in the small room together was awkward and an explosion of emotions. The two sat on the edges of their two different beds, quietly, until Moody finally croaked up something.

"I'm sorry, Y/N."

"Are you really, Moody?" Y/N asked, crossing her leg over the other and folding her arms. "It doesn't seem like you're sorry. It seems like you're enjoying this."

Moody sighed.

"No... I'm not sorry. But what else am I supposed to say?" He stood and stepped over to Y/N, kneeling down to her. "I don't want you to hate me." His hands reached for hers but she pulled them back.

"Then you should have stopped this from happening!" She pushed her legs onto the bed and scooted back from Moody, curling them to her chest. "I had no choice! You had the power to stop it; I know you did." A tear fell from Y/Ns eye and before she could wipe it away herself Moody had swiped it with his thumb. Y/N looked back at him, seeing the worry on his face. "I do not hate you Moody, but I do not want to live like this." Her head fell to her knees.

While Moody was worried for Y/N, his heart and mind couldn't help but linger on the what was almost the last thing she said. She did not hate him.

Hate was hard to come back from but being just outside of hate could be an easy fix. He could still catch her eye and make her love him as he loved her.

Moody moved to sit on the bed and wrapped his arms around the crying woman in hopes to comfort her, and even though Y/N wanted him as far as possible, his embrace did aid in making her calm down.

The next few weeks were quiet between the two. Y/N would come back to the dorm late, having spent much of her day avoiding going back to the dorm. She'd spend her days in the library or at the girls dorm house, trying so hard to avoid her husband.

When she would come home, Moody would welcome her with a kiss to the cheek. As much as he wanted to kiss her on the lips, she would push him away if he tried. Kissing her cheek was far easier for him, and she allowed it.

Since he was unable to see Y/N during the day Moody thought he'd surprise her when she got home by pushing the beds together. Obviously it was more for him than for her but in his excited haste he forgot that Y/N had completely different feelings compared to him.

She came home to see his smirking face standing outside the door.

"Welcome home, my love." He pulled her in close and planted a kiss to her cheek, then another, then another, confusing his already tired wife. He moved and held the door open for her, presenting the newly enlarged bed in the center of the farthest wall, with the bedside table placed on the side that had been where Y/N had once slept.

She stood in the middle of the room, mouth agape.

"Moody, what is this?"

"It's our bed. Married couples should share a bed." He grabbed her hand as he approached her from behind, wrapping his other arm around her waist in a back hug.

"Moody, please-"

"I'm not putting it back the way it was." His voice was stern and his grip around her waist got just a little bit tighter. "You can spend all day avoiding me but when you come home at least pretend like you want to be near me."

"Moody I-" She tried to speak but he cut her off again.

"You said you don't hate me so please act like it." He buried his head into the curve between her shoulder and neck.

Instead of trying to respond this time Y/N just moved her free hand to pat Moodys hair.

To Moodys liking, Y/N was becoming more and more complacent.

She no longer cringed at his forced affections and as long as she was asleep she would allow him to cuddle into her as they slept.

Moody began finding her after classes instead of waiting for her to come home. To his surprise she wouldn't hide from him.

As the two reached their 3rd year in Queens College Moody began to think of their life after school. The next step in a marriage should be children, and Moody had always wanted a family. A big one too. Moody was good with children, having a younger sister of his own. He wanted to have little Moody and Y/Ns running around the home they build together.

Little boys with Y/Ns hair and Moodys eyes, busy helping with the labor. Little girls with Moodys hair and Y/Ns nose baking treats alongside their mother. And Moody would teach all of them to play the Banjo, and Y/N would hum them to bed each night. There would be rambunctious dinners as a family. Moody would try to get hus children to become best friends with Charlie's and of course they'd also become best friends with Diane's and Anne's and all of Y/Ns friends children. Y/N and Moody would have short weekends to themselves while the children stayed at their grandparents, ending in some kind of warm welcoming back at the weekends end. And of course he hoped they could be taught by Ms. Stacy as he and Y/N had been.

He fell in love with the idea of having children. It was only right. He had conjured such a vivid image of a happy life with them. He needed them, just as he had needed Y/N.

But how could he simply bring it up? He didn't want to push her, who had still be standoff-ish. She still treated him as more of a friend than a husband and of course it bugged him but he couldn't bare to go back to the way things were at the beginning. At least she had began to smile at him.

So Moody tried to give her simple little hints. Maybe he could subliminally trick her into wanting them as much as he wanted them, although that'd be very difficult. He'd mention reading something about children, learning something abt children in class, seeing children, asking her friends to bring it up, anything he could. He would even try whispering his daydream into her ear when he was sure she was asleep, in hopes to make her dream of having them.

Of course his efforts worked somewhat but not in any way he intended or could notice. Y/N had of course began thinking of the idea, but in a more adversed way.

She didn't want children. She still didn't want the marriage she was apart of so why would she want children?

But when Moody came to her with his new wish she knew the world, the gods, everything was working against her.

"Y/N. I would like to have children." Her kneeled by her feet as she sat on the bed. "Not now, seeing as we are still in school, but I want to have them someday." He held her hands in her lap and layed his chin on her knee.

"Moody." Y/N sighed, trying to sound stern. "I don't want children."

"Please!" He whined. "Just think about it!" He squeezed her hands gently. "Theres still a year and a half until we move home again and you can never speak for what the future holds." He kissed her knuckles than looked up into her eyes. "I promise you won't have to lift a finger and I will take care of everything! I love you Y/N! Just.. please."

Y/N, becoming weak to Moodys wants and begging, nodded her head.

"I suppose I can think it over, Moody." She said.

Moody jumped up in joy. He thought it'd take all year, probably more to convince her but it was so much easier. He felt as light as air. It wasn't a yes, but it was not a no.

Y/N on the other hand felt sick. After all these years Moody still hadn't given up on the marriage. Y/N had to start giving in eventually. She knew he wasn't going to give up in winning her over. Perhaps it was best to just give in at this point. Perhaps she could become happy in this state, in this life; as his wife.

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frost-queen · 2 years

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Delightful kiss (Reader x Moody Spurgeon)

Requested by: Anon, Forever tag: @missmelodramatic, @theletterhart, @alex--awesome--22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @queen-of-books, @merlieve, @denkisclown, @glimmering-darling-dolly, @automaticbakeryfreakshoe, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @october-leaves, @multiflcs, @doll-bb, @lovesanimals

Miss Stacy cleared her throat to ask for silence. You turned to the front, excitedly. Miss Stacy picked up a stack of papers. She cleared her throat, looking at everyone individually. – “Some of you might find me a bore.” – said she with a smile, handing the papers out. – “Others might find me meaningful.” – she could already hear some groans from those she had already handed a paper to. – “I apologize in advance.” – spoke she out, giving you a piece of paper. You read the top; your eyes grand. – “Another project?” – whined Jane out. The boys heard it, groaning, and puffing loud.

“Come, come, it’s not that bad.” – reassured Miss Stacy, walking over to the boys section. – “You can do it in pairs.” – she smiled at Moody, handing him a piece of paper. He smiled nervously back, accepting the paper. Looking at it, swallowed he nervously. Miss Stacy turned back to the front, completely empty handed. – “Now for the pairs.” – said she, bringing her finger to her lips, thinking. Ruby raised her hand up, bouncing on her seat. – “Miss Stacy! Miss Stacy, can we choose?” – called she out. Miss Stacy shook her head.

“This is going to be so much fun.” – whispered you out, nudging Tillie beside you. Miss Stacy overheard smiling. – “At least one of you is enthusiastic.” – said she out loud, bowing her head to you. It made you smile sheepishly, absorbing the attention you received. Miss Stacy started to pair everyone up, leaving you with Moody. When she clapped in her hands, ran you all to your partner. – “Moody! Moody!” – called you out, coming to sit jumpy beside him. Moody swallowed, turning his gaze away. – “I’m so glad we are partnered up together.” – said you, wiping some lost hairs out of your face. – “I’m sure we’ll make the best project!” – continued you. Moody kept silent, smiling nervously at you. Shrugging your shoulders, you didn’t mind that he said little. – “Shall we read the paper in silence?” – suggested you, seeing him nod at that. You took your paper, holding it up as you started reading it. Moody exhaled deeply, letting his eyes go over the letters. Your knee started to tremble from excitement that you got paired up with Moody.

It was still a secret, but you really like him. Liked him so much that he gave you butterflies. Your stomach felt strange and tingling whenever he was near. He made you want to burst into a song or dance. That was how happy he made you. You were done reading as you waited quietly till Moody was done. No matter how much you wanted to open your mouth and speak. Moody was a bit different from you. More drawn to himself, quiet and shy. You on the other hand were a tornado. Very social, always busy, loudly. So keeping Moody’s feelings in mind, kept you quiet. When Moody was done reading, looking he shyly at you. – “So… what would you like to do?” – asked you, letting him have a first go. You already had a million idea’s that you didn’t want to scare Moody away with. It was very important to you that he liked you. You wanted him to really like you and not think of you of a whirlwind. – “Uhm… well perhaps we could build something?” – said he with a nervous undertone. – “I’m not sure how handy you are with tools Y/n…” – added he, making you laugh loud.

“I learnt a thing or two from my grandfather.” – answered you, seeing Moody smile at you. You turned the paper around, grabbing a pencil. You started to write down Moody’s idea. Moody came leaning in, looking at what you were writing. – “What are you writing Y/n?” – questioned he. You pressed your lips together sensing him by your shoulder. It made you swallow at how close he was to you. – “Our idea’s.” – called you out. You turned your head, suddenly face to face with him. Moody’s eyes widened for a moment before he looked shy away. – “Good… good thinking…” – mumbled he out. You shared another idea that could improve it more as Moody found it an excellent idea. It started to get a bit loud in the classroom as you noticed it at Moody. – “Moody?” – said you, touching his arm. – “Do you want to go somewhere quieter?” – suggested you. He whispered a soft yes as you held your finger up to him briefly. You then got up, walking over to Miss Stacy. You asked her permission if you could continue the project outside since it was getting too loud for Moody. She nodded, saying it was very thoughtful of you to think about him.

“Come on!” – said you, taking Moody’s hand. – “Where… where are we going, Y/n?” – called he out confused. You patted his hand, leading him away from everyone. – “Somewhere quieter.” – said you, forming a smile on his lips. Moody smiled at your back with admiration as you leaded him outside. There you tugged on his hand, motioning to him to sit on the log with you. He followed, starting to come at ease around you. You seated yourself down, Moody coming to sit beside you. – “Better, Moody?” – asked you, seeing the delight on his face. – “So much better.” – replied he with a wide smile. Outside brainstormed Moody and you long to get the project to it’s best. – “You really have such great idea’s Y/n.” – complimented Moody you, making you all bashful. – “So do you! You truly amaze me Moody.” – replied you, touching your cheek, feeling that it was warming up. When you had come up with the best idea’s on how you were going to do it, had some time passed. You exhaled deep, patting your hands on your knees. – “We can meet up to work on it.” – suggested you.

“We sure can.” – answered Moody. You placed your hands beside you on the log. – “At home I have a lot of tools for our projected.” – stated he, placing his hands down as well. He gulped with wide eyes, feeling your hand underneath his. You felt a tingling inside of you, gazing at him. Moody did the same, not removing his hand from you. There you staid in silence, staring at each other in admiration. Pressing your lips together felt you an impulse that you needed to answer. You closed your eyes, leaning in closer. Since Moody was not removing his hand from yours, you thought it meant something. You came closer, letting your lips touch his.

You let them rest against his for a moment, before pulling away. Moody’s expression stood frozen till he suddenly fell backwards. – “Moody!” – called you out, thinking you might have done something wrong. You looked over the log, seeing him lay down with a cheeky smirk on his lips. – “Moody are you alright?” – asked you, poking him in the knee. Moody laughed once and loud, moving his hand to his hair. You frowned as he started to laugh more. – “Moody are… are you alright?” – questioned you, finding his behavior a bit odd.

He pulled himself up, coming face to face with you. – “Do it again.” – whispered he to you, his nose almost touching yours. You smiled, grabbing his face to give him another kiss. Moody’s head was spinning with delight, smiling at you.

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