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dynsdiary · 2 months

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━━ wellie elliams

pairings : streamer!ellie williams x reader

warnings : use of yn, mentions of using weed/nic, lowkey self inserted uhh, more focus on ellie than ellie x reader

cr : @idontgetanysleep & @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

a/n : guys i really enjoyed doing this, had a thought of ellie's reactions to read fics about her, her edits (esp with the ai audios, shout out to akemi, i love her) & fan arts

DAILY CLICK

DONT BUY TLOU

WAYS TO HELP PALESTINE

👾 starts off doing streaming just for fun & thinks to herself that no one’s gonna watch it until people actually enjoy watching her play.

🎮 definitely play minecraft and would argue with KIDS on roblox and get competitive with them while playing.

🕹️ OBSESSED WITH FORTNITE LITERALLY A FUNDRAISER TO FORTNITE

👾 definitely would say this "i can cook, clean and carry you on fortnite" to flirt with girls

🎮 she definitely has a cat(s) and people would always want it on the stream

🕹️ i can totally see her raging while playing valorant lolll and would definitely waste money on the skins too.

“okay chat, should i buy it? nah, im just gonna buy it” the chat floods with saying no but will she listen to you guys? no. “okay, i just bought it! watch my aim get better chat” her aim DOES NOT get any better lol but at least the skins are pretty!!

👾 she’s surely shy at first and won’t show her face, hell even her hands !! she just shows what she's playing and just talk

🎮 would try to be social with her “fans” as much as possible cause she likes to hang out with them.

🕹️ would do a face reveal after she hit the milestone!! and people would go CRAZYYYYY. i mean who wouldn’t, right? it’s ellie williams!!!

👾 she probably would be active on twitter more and sometimes on tiktok and rarely on instagram (just to update story and her feed)

🎮 tweet the most unhinged things YET doesn’t get cancelled because somehow all of her tweets are kind of relateable…

🕹️ other than streaming her gameplay she would definitely do some reaction, play her guitar and sing, reviewing things that are so useless & stupid

👾 talking about reactions, SHE WOULD TOTALLY REACT TO THE EDITS, ART AND FICS ABOUT HER (she thought it was funny and some of the fics are BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN)

smelliewilliams : OH NO SHE KNOWS iloveellie69 : uhh yall better hide !!!! livelaughloveellie : ellie pls dont react to it 😇 simpforels : FOR YR OWN SANITY!! “chat, you’re going crazy” she scoffed. few minutes later… “oh wow, that sure is something! haha uhm…” "the technology is getter scary, how does she makes it sounds like me. like does that not sound like me actually saying it?? it's really impressive" her reacting one of the edits with ai audios that sounds like her “YALL ACTUALLY REALLY GOOD AT DRAWING”

🎮 she appreciates all of your edits, fics and arts! would totally do friday fanarts or something like tom felton would do lol!

🕹️ people BEG her to do vlogs, cause it would be fun and silly vlogs!

👾 her music taste is 👩‍🍳 💋, source? trust me bro.

🎮 people would want her to do a room tour cause somehow she keeps her room clean & tidy but also a really cool room

🕹️ small lights >>>>>> big lights

👾 people would be shocked if they knew how smart ellie is 😭 a major nerd if you ask me ! there's no doubt that she starts to share some fun facts that she knows & takes some online quizzes to prove that she's smart

🎮 would totally go on omegle and just troll or make new friends

🕹️ that is where she met you !!

you were bored one night and decided to go on omegle just for fun and you met her there. although ellie's platform is big, she still doesn't know half of the influencers or streamers so her chat goes CRAZY when she sees you and is like matchalvr : OMG IS TGAT YN ???? smelliewilliams : ELLIE YOURE SO LUCKY justanormalgirl : MY TWO WORLDS COLLIDING “wait a second, are you yn?” she asked ”that’s me” “why is my chat going crazy about you?” her eyes scanned the chatroom. “hold on, you do streaming too?”

👾 started to play with you more and she would occasionally join your stream and support you there if she can't play (since the timezone sucks)

🎮 people start shipping you two and one-day ellie liked an edit of you and her (which is super hot and the audio is boaf? BOAF!! , pls get what i mean 😢) and the fandom went insane

🕹️ the two of you started to get close and plan to meet each other sometime in the future

👾 LOL WOULD TOTALLY DO THE “when the gc makes it to the hang out” TIKTOK, the gc is being JUST the two of you 😭

🎮 she would either have an energy drinks, juice or water on her table.

🕹️ her sleep schedule is FUCKED UP, that’s explaining her dark circle & eyebags.

👾 love when people greet her at public place, she just love meeting her fans

🎮 oh im pretty sure she goes to the twitch con (?) thingy and would probably go with you as your date hehehehehehehhehehehe

🕹️ have figurines and legos displayed in her room

👾 super open about her using weed & nicotine (to sleep)

🎮 is open minded and an open book

🕹️ would do "my anons dark secrets confession" thingy

👾 OH SHE WOULD DO ASMR FOR FUN & people actually enjoyed it lol

🎮 she would play dress to impress with you

🕹️ STREAMING TOGETHER WITH YOUUU

👾 when the two of you are officially dating, both of you wear "i love my hot gf" every single streaming session

🎮 she loves matching bro so matching avatar in games

🕹️ would talk about you 24/7 EVEN WHEN SHE DIDNT MEAN TO

"oh me and my gf just-" , "chat, me and yn are-" elsyngfs : OKAY ELLIE WE GET IT!!!!!!!! ynssimp : i get it ellie, i too would talk abt her a lot ynaalyn : WHERE DO I FIND THIS RS GUYS idwtowatchellie : BRO UR R A LOSER GF smelliewilliams : gosh imagine if they're not ldr...

in conclusion, she's literally a loser lovesick lover girl

REMINDER !!

that neil is a zionist and therefore dont buy his games, doesnt matter remastered or not !!!

before you leave, have you DONATE TO PALESTINE today? ITS FREE TOO !!

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sinsirellaxx · 15 days

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hiiii, could you please do toxic slytherin boys where reader is just so innocent and has no clue what sex even is, so they teach her to do certain things and they just love corrupting her??

Slytherin Boys – Corrupting their innocent partner

Warning: Smut, toxic boys alert (not that bad though), not proof-read

A/N: It's been a while! Thank you for the request and hope you'll like it!

Mattheo …

… would be obsessed with the idea of corrupting you – of being the first one to show you, feel you, taste you.

… would be even more possessive with you. His innocent little angel – waiting to be pulled into his sinful life.

… teaches you how to please him first. Shows you what you can do together, how to touch him, what to do and guides your head with his hands tangled in your hair.

… would make it his mission to teach you – but he would tease himself: he’d start of slow and show you bit by bit instead of completely drowning you in the sea called sin and desire.

… loves whenever you blush when he wants something more demanding – especially when it is about pleasing you.

“Spread your legs and be a good girl, angel”, Mattheo whispered, his hands itching to push your legs further apart as he watched the delicious blush on your face deepen. “It’s too late to be shy now, don’t you think?”

Theodore …

… was shocked when you stared at him with big, innocent eyes not knowing what to do with his cock – it sent another wave of arousal straight into his groin, his eyes darkening. “Fuck.” He’d breathe out.

… would lean back on his hands and watch you squirm with a smirk on his face. Curiously watching what you would do. After a short while he’d grow impatient and wrap his hand around your wrist, guiding your smaller hand to his hard member.

… groans lowly when you finally – carefully – wrap your soft hand around his throbbing cock – the hot member twitching in anticipation.

… would thoroughly enjoy your innocence – you were like a blank canvas ready to be painted by him.

“Just like that, mi amor. You’re doing so well for me.”

Lorenzo …

… is overwhelmed at first. Not because he has no clue – no, he was afraid he’d scare you away with his needs and passion. He wants to devour you – eat you up whole, but he’d force himself to be patient.

… would love teaching you all the ways of pleasure.

… would also be obsessed with the idea of him corrupting you. If he hadn’t been possessive over, you before – he’d definitely be after knowing how innocent his little angel was.

… if he has daring kinks, he’d introduce them to you as fast as possible – he didn’t want you to have enough time to think them over and form an opinion on kinks and what nots.

… would enjoy guiding you with his words.

“Bend over, love – and spread your legs for me.” Enzo commanded softly, his eyes darkening as you did what he wanted. “Now spread your cheeks.”

Draco …

… would be smug about it – it would inflate his ego.

… teaches you how to pleasure and tease yourself first. He’d make you lie down in the middle of the bed with him sitting between your spread legs – his eyes fixated on your genitals.

… would thrive whenever you got flustered and he would be so patient with you.

… would stroke himself to the sight of you pleasuring yourself – face flushed a dark red.

“Don’t be shy, darling. Touch yourself and show me how you want to be touched.”

Blaise …

… would tease you and call you his little baby – which would transform into a full-blown daddy-kink.

… would undress in front of you and tell you to do whatever you wanted to do to him. He’d watch with a smirk on his face as you stared at his half-hard cock, which twitched strongly at the sight of your wide eyes.

… would groan loudly when you finally touched him before pressing shy kisses onto his cock, his hand lovingly stroking your hair, pushing loose strands out of your face as you darted your pink tongue out to lick him.

“Use me as you want, babe.”

Tom …

… sees it as the perfect opportunity to shape you to his liking.

… would make it more about himself and show you how to suck him off and how much pressure to apply, when jerking him off.

… would not be patient at all – if you were scared the first time you took him into your mouth – lowering your lips hesitantly – he would grab a handful of your hair before pushing your face lower, until the tip of your nose presses into his neatly trimmed hair above his cock. He’d have to bite back a moan if you gagged with tears in your eyes.

… would be very demanding and expects you to do everything he says.

“You heard what I said, doll. On. Your. Knees.” He’d breathlessly mumble, clenching his jaw when you finally lowered yourself.

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riddlemethis-or-riddlemethat · 18 days

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Hello! If u don't mind i would like to req Tom Riddle x m!reader where reader is an exchange student and surprise surprise he's a parselmouth! So let's say, speaking with animals r common on where he live, n obviously Tom was intrigued

U can do anything w this prompt, sfw, nswf, whatever! I js need to feed my TR brainrot

omg yes!! this is a brilliant idea!!! thank you for requesting, I love this prompt so much

the TR brainrot is so real😔

I made the reader confident, because I felt like they would be interesting to someone as narcissistic as Tom, and he'd probably feel more curious about the new boy who seems so oddly comfortable in what should be this new, unfamiliar environment.

hope you enjoy!

tags: x male reader, kinda ooc Tom? (not really though, this is how I imagine he would act around others at Hogwarts, seeing as he was supposed to be charming and perfect, you know?), suggestive thoughts (Tom has pretty interesting thoughts about reader 😏), cocky!reader, use of y/n, not beta-read

word count: 1564

Fresh Face - TR x male!Slytherin!reader

The Great Hall buzzed with chatter, friends catching up after the holidays, first-years being welcomed to their new houses, excitement and general anticipation for the new year. Tom sat, surrounded by his friends, making idle small talk with a pleasant smile painted on his face.

Suddenly, McGonagall stood at the podium, gesturing for silence. A respectful hush fell over the Hall as people broke off their conversations to tune in.

Some keen individuals began to notice that the Sorting Hat was still out. Other even more observant students noticed the figure stood off the side of McGonagall. Some particularly enterprising students made the connection between these two observations, and concluded that this figure was a new student, about to be sorted.

But that still left the question: why was he separated from the first years?

Only one specific student, Tom, noticed that the figure was a young boy, around his age, who stood with confidence and a calmness that was odd for someone clearly in an unfamiliar environment. Tom also noticed that the boy was dressed in brand new school robes, unmarked but pressed and proper, high quality and perfectly tailored, highlighting the boy’s long legs and muscular chest and strong thighs and-.

Tom moved on.

He noticed more. He noticed movement.

Movement?

Yes, right there, on the boy’s shoulders, around his neck (and what a lovely neck it was, Tom wanted to know what it would look like bruised and with his hands wrapped around it-). A dark, sleek thing, winding about the boy, a small, narrow head, a flicking tongue...

A snake?

Tom watched, in curiosity, as the snake shifted, pressing its face close to the boy's ear, hissing something Tom couldn’t hear, too far away. He watched, in shock, as the boy chuckled, slanting a gaze towards the snake and rolling his eyes (Godric, what Tom wouldn’t give to see those gorgeous eyes roll for another reason-).

Bloody hell, what was with him today, these cursed thoughts were getting out of hand.

Tom watched, intrigued and definitely not obsessively so, as the boy (a parseltongue?), turned back to the podium, attention back on Professor McGonagall, who had finished her speech.

Tom was ashamed to realise he had heard absolutely none of it, and he could only watch as McGonogall turned to the mysterious boy, calling him up.

“Y/n Y/l/n, if you could please come up.” McGonagall called out.

Well, at least he knew his name.

Tom watched as the boy strode up the stage, nodding politely at Professor McGonagall, a small gesture of respect and deference that detracted nothing from his confidence. The snake was still on the boy's shoulders, mostly hidden by the boy’s robes.

The boy, Y/n, sat down on the chair, elegant and comfortable, waiting as McGonagall placed the hat on his head. Y/n’s eyes slipped shut for a moment, a small smirk spread across his face as he opened them again, a loud declaration of “Slytherin!” ringing out across the Great Hall from the old hat.

Tom found that a small, barely noticeable twitch had occurred on his own lips, tugging them slightly upward in a mirror of Y/n’s smirk. Tom quickly reigned in his features, unfortunately not before Mattheo, his younger brother, noticed it, a teasing smirk spreading across his face, an expression promising misery later.

Suddenly, gasps rang out across the Great Hall, and Tom watched in awe as the boy gracefully stood from the seat, each movement powerful and controlled. That wasn’t what the mindless fools about him were gasping at, however. They were gaping at the beautiful, gorgeous snake on Y/n’s shoulders, uncurling from where it was looped about his neck, baring its head and hissing out at the crowd.

“Look at these idiots.”

Tom raised a brow at the snake’s rather offensive comment.

Y/n chuckled, a hand lifting to stroke at the snake’s head, a languid smirk on his face as he walked off the stage, joining the Slytherin table amidst hesitant cheers and staggered applause.

“I know, Nyx, I know. But it’s rather funny isn’t it?”

Tom could barely hold back the smirk as he heard your response.

“I suppose...”

Tom grunted in surprise, glaring at Mattheo, who had elbowed him in the ribs, and at Theo and Enzo, who were snickering behind their hands and avoiding his gaze by collapsing into each other.

“What’s got you gawking, Tommy?” Mattheo asked, a cocky smirk on his face as he avoided Tom’s retaliation.

“None of your business.”

“Aww come on, don’t be like that Tommy. I’m your little brother, it’s practically my duty to make it my business.”

Tom scowled, swatting at Mattheo’s head and slapping him, hard.

Mattheo whined, rubbing his head and glaring at Tom.

“You’re mean. And your boy is staring at you.”

Tom was embarrassed at how quickly he turned his head, the tips of his ear flushing slightly and a scowl fixing on his face as Mattheo cackled with Theo and Enzo, laughing at him.

All thoughts of revenge and fratricide were chased out of his mind as he looked at you, your (beautiful, merlin) eyes already staring at him, meeting in a thrilling clash of wills.

The snake, Nyx, flicks its tongue, looking at Tom assessingly.

A shame you were seated so far, Tom had no means of speaking with you right now. Whatever, he was a Prefect, and in your new house. He’d find time.

You smiled passively before turning away, paying attention to the young boy engaging you in conversation.

Tom, too, turned back to his brother and friends, scowl returning as he watched them falling over each other and howling with laughter.

****

You were reading peacefully in the common room, catching up on topics covered at Hogwarts your old school hadn’t covered, when you felt a presence approaching you, and the cold nose of Nyx, your pet snake, pressing against your neck. You look up, seeing Tom Riddle, Slytherin’s perfect prince, heading towards you.

You slid a bookmark into your textbook, marking the page before closing it and setting it aside. As Tom approaches you, he smiles pleasantly, eyes calculating as he greets you.

“Y/l/n, right? Nice to meet you, I’m Tom Riddle, the Slytherin prefect.” He extends a hand, elegant, pale, and slender. You take it, shaking it in yours and noting how cool it was to the touch in contrast to your own warmth.

“Yes, nice to meet you, Riddle.”

Nyx raises her head, peering at Tom.

“Hello, speaker.” she hisses, and you turn to the snake, brows lifting in surprise. You had been warned that Hogwarts had no speakers.

“Hello, I am Tom Riddle, what is your name?” Tom speaks back, calm and collected.

“Nyx. You seem more intelligent than the buffoons around us.”

You laugh, fond amusement at your snake’s discontent with the lack of intellect surrounding you.

“Sorry about her, she’s crabby about the move.” You hiss, speaking to Tom as you pet Nyx’s smooth scales.

“I was told there were no speakers at Hogwarts. That it was considered... Dark arts.” you speak, tone questioning as you raise a brow at Tom, your eyes appraising.

He just smirks, his eyes equally calculating. “It is considered Dark, yes. And no-one but my closest friends and trusted know of me. You are quite bold to have revealed your... talents, so readily to the whole school, Y/l/n.”

Tom was intrigued, fascinated, curious even. (obsessed~ sings a voice in the back of Tom’s head that sound suspiciously like Mattheo)

“They can’t do anything about me, and I refused to leave Nyx lonely and unattended.” you shrug, smiling at Tom.

“You’re a stubborn one, aren’t you?” Tom raises his brow, smirking at you.

You smirk at him as you pick up your book, standing and walking past him to your dorm room.

“I’ll see you around, Riddle.” You call out over your shoulder.

Tom chuckles to himself as you walk away (and salazar, that ass-), before turning away to return to his dorm for the night.

The minute he walked into the dorm, he was greeted by jeering and snickering from all fronts, Mattheo, Lorenzo, Theodore, the assholes three.

He ignored the hollering of the three idiots, and strode into the en suite bathroom, showering and getting ready for bed.

When he stepped out of the bathroom, it was to be met with Mattheo and Theo looping arms around his shoulders and walking him over to their bed, one either side, and Lorenzo sprawled on his bed, laughing his head off as the Theo-duo menaces traded matching smirks and launched into a merciless interrogation and endless teasing.

****

After substantial ribbing and general bullying from all three fronts, and Mattheo being dramatic and snuggling with Theo and Lorenzo cooing over him in a bed together after Tom hexed him, Tom settled into his own bed, his eyes slipping shut as he systematically went through the memories of his day, filing them away as was demanded.

Eventually, he fell into his memories of you.

Y/n Y/l/n.

Parseltongue, exchange student, smart, snarky, confident. (hot, gorgeous, delicious-)

Curiouser and curiouser.

Tom smirked to himself as he crafted a new room in his mind, one just for you.

He fell asleep with one thought in his mind.

This was going to be interesting.

****

Word Count: 1564

I might do a continuation of this eventually, it's a great idea! thank you so much for the request @prettorett I hope you enjoy this!

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multific · 1 year

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Much The Same

Tom Riddle x Reader

Summary: Tom takes interest in you, he doesn’t know why.

Just what was it about you that made Tom so interested?

Was it your eyes? The innocence and shine behind them?

Your pure blood? Being from a well-established house of Wizards.

Your smile? Something that somehow always made him want to smile as well.

Or was it your skin? Skin that glowed gorgeously under the sun.

Tom couldn't choose. Perhaps because it was all of these things and many more.

You were clever, kind and always helpful. You knew the answer to everything, you were always in the library, reading or studying when you weren't in the Great hall eating your favourite foods.

He shouldn't have noticed you. But he did.

You were an excellent student, very smart. And that piqued his interest.

He started to notice you more and more.

He knew about your family, but then he noticed your smile as you kindly helped a first year who got lost.

You didn't have an ounce of bad in you. No hate, no anger, nothing.

You were just pure and perfect.

Ah, maybe he wanted to ruin that perfection. Maybe he wanted to see your dark side. Maybe he wanted for you to see your own dark side.

Tom wasn't sure.

And he didn't need to know. He just wanted you for himself. He wanted, needed you to be his.

His obsession with you was hard for you to ignore.

He was a handsome Slytherin. A bad boy. Everyone loved bad boys, you weren't any different.

He knew he saw you like everyone else, an innocent little girl who lived to study.

But they didn't know what you were reading. No one.

But you wanted Tom to know. So, one day, when you noticed he followed you to the library, you 'accidentally' left one of your notebooks on the table.

He was quick to catch on your bait and took the notebook. He wanted to give it back to you. He really did. But he decided to keep it. It smelled like you, he liked that.

But when he opened it, he couldn't believe what he saw.

The first few pages were normal student notes, but then around the tenth page, it all turned into something else. Dark magic, creatures and Horcruxes.

Tom was shocked. Soon, he realized that you were not as innocent as everyone thought.

Reading through your notes it became clear to him, you were planning something very similar as he was. He was smiling and smirking the whole time. Now he knew just why he was so attracted. You were just like him.

Then on the last page, writting appeared.

'Dear Tom, If you could give me my notebook back please. I am on top of the astronomy tower.'

He didn't need to be told twice. His long legs carried him through the halls as he passed many students, his goal, clear.

Soon he arrived and he saw you, your notebook in his hand.

"You left it for me intentionally," he said as you turn to look at him.

"I wanted at least one person to see the real me. Should I regret it?" he took long steps, caging you in between him and the rails.

"We are much the same, My Dear." he smirked as you put your hand on his shoulder. "I believe I have found My Queen."

It was your time to smirk as you grabbed him by his tie and pressed his lips against yours.

Your deepest, darkest desires. That is what Tom was. He was everything you ever wanted.

He is your past, present and future.

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deanwritings · 6 months

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The Guest House - Chapter 6

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Series Summary: Dean Winchester is going through a nasty divorce. He doesn't have much left to his name, but what he does have is his house. Leave it to his soon-to-be ex wife to find a way to even ruin that for him. Enter Y/N, who is looking to get away from life for a bit, and stumbles right into the middle of it all.

The Guest House Master List

Word Count: 3,288

A/N: Almost missed this week's chapter because I've been obsessively reading Fourth Wing and Iron Flame. Took a lot of willpower to put the books down and get this finished 😅

You were absolutely shocked, flabbergasted, dismayed, aghast, and every other word in the thesaurus when Dean offered to be your hiking buddy.

Never in a million years did you ever expect the man to offer you any favors, not alone fix your car, and definitely not take you hiking.

After he left for work, a part of you still wanted to go. You weren’t one to wait around if you didn’t have to, but if you were being honest with yourself, you had been scared to go alone. The only times you had ever hiked alone was when you were a fearless teenager, and even then you had your 110 pound dog, Beau, by your side, so you never had to worry about someone bothering you. Plus, those were your home trails, you knew them even when you took a wrong turn. Mount Carmel was entirely new to you. Even though the hiking reviews said the trails were relatively easy, there was always a chance of missing a trail marker, especially being out of season. Hiking markers were typically re-sprayed in spring, so it had been almost a year of weathering the elements since the last time they’d likely have been updated.

And of course, the big question ringing in your mind – could you trust Dean? The truth was, you didn’t know much about him. Every interaction up until that point had been contentious at best. Not to mention that gun he first greeted you with. Sure, you two had a nice morning together, but was that enough to trust him and let him lead you through the woods alone?

So you decided to give Sydney a call.

“Absolutely not.” Her voice rings through the receiver. “Just cause he was nice to you once means nothing.” You sigh as you throw yourself onto the couch.

“I know.” And you do. That’s why you were calling her for a second opinion. “But he actually seemed genuine. Surprisingly so.”

“Nope. No. No way.” She reinforces her position on it. “Please don’t make me have to do an interview on Dateline. I will not be nice. I will say ‘I told her not to go but she was dumb and didn’t listen.’ Twitter will have a field day with it.” You laugh quietly as you let your head fall against the back of the couch, staring up at the plank ceilings that match the floors.

“Fair enough,” you conceded, knowing that what she’s saying is absolutely true. “But what if I told you he was really hot?” You raise your eyebrows even though she can’t see you.

The other line is silent for a moment.

“How hot we talking? Like Tom Hiddleston hot or Chris Hemsworth hot?”

“Hemsworth, definitely.” You smile as you think about Dean’s defined features; a strong jaw covered in a few days worth of scruff and his oddly beautiful green eyes. You don’t think you’ve ever considered a man’s eyes beautiful until you met him. You also enjoyed the way his hair swooped over his forehead. It wasn’t long, per say, but you definitely could see yourself grabbing a handful of it if the time were right.

“Are we forgetting the vindictive ex-wife?” Sydney chimes in, breaking you from your daydreaming before it takes a shameful turn. “I mean, he had to do something to her to make her hate him that much.”

“I’m not trying to marry him, Syd.” You roll your eyes. “Yeah, he’s kinda an asshole, but he’s a hot asshole. And it’s not like I’m going to be around here much longer.” You only had about two weeks left on your rental, and now that Dean was starting to come around to you, the thought crossed your mind that maybe he could be that vacation fling you had been hoping to find.

“Okay, well I gotta get back to work.” You can hear her heels click before background voices filter in. You glance over to the kitchen clock; 1:31. Her lunch break was ending. “Just make smart choices, please.” Her voice pleads just a bit. You know she trusts you, but you would be looking out for her if the roles were reversed.

“Always do, Sydy. I’ll text you later.”

As you hang up, you realize that you haven’t actually gotten lunch yet for yourself. You had some cold cuts in the fridge, but considering you were supposed to be out hiking right now, you were antsy to get out of the house.

You decide it’s a good day to head back into town and grab some lunch, and who knows, maybe you’ll run into a certain mechanic. The idea has you smiling as you grab your coat and throw on your boots, not before freshening up with some quick makeup before you go. Just in case.

Thankfully, your car starts with just one easy press of the ignition, and your lips turn upward as you think about Dean saving you this morning.

A few minutes later, you’re parked downtown, this time getting a spot right in front of BILLIES. Your eyes scan the street, not seeing the tell-tale forest green truck of your neighbor.

It had been wishful thinking, but you still need lunch so you head inside.

“Afternoon, hun.” Billie herself greets you, and you give her a wave as you take a seat at the counter. This was your fourth visit now, and each time Billie had always greeted you with a warm smile and treated you like a regular, even though she knew you were leaving soon.

She drops a menu and a water in front of you.

“You know the deal.” She gives you a smirk before turning towards the kitchen. And you do. Once you are ready to order, just flag her down.

You’ve been making a point to order something new each time you visit, so today you were going with a chipotle turkey cheeseburger, curly fries, and your usual Diet Coke.

Once your food is ready, Billie drops it in front of you, but you stop her before she can hurry away. Even with a near-empty diner, she always manages to find something to keep her busy.

“Hey, can I get your opinion on something?” She nods, her hair bouncing around her as she drops a hand to her hip.

“What’s up, hun?”

“You know Dean pretty well, right?” Her chestnut eyes narrow at you.

“Sure do,” Her tone is lighter than her gaze. “Known that boy since he was a tyke. Babysat him and his brother a few times.”

Well that was interesting, you didn’t know Dean had a brother. Not that you would, but considering all your run-ins, you assumed he would have been around. Maybe he didn’t live here anymore.

“He offered to take me hiking on Mount Carmel on Thursday. Obviously I barely know him, he’s safe to go with right? Like, I don’t have to worry about him killing me or anything?” Her head falls back with a deep laugh, and her hands clap together. It takes her a moment to collect herself as her chest heaves, and she wipes a tear away from her eye. You just watch her with wide eyes as she draws the attention of the few patrons enjoying a late lunch.

“Oh, LORD, I have not laughed like that in a while.” She throws a hand onto her chest.

“I’ll take that as a ‘no’ then?” You assume from her reaction.

“Sweetie, that boy is harmless.” She assures you, a hint of laughter still in her tone. “A pain in the ass, maybe, but you don’t have anything to worry about with Dean.”

“Well that I knew.” You pick up a fry and take a bite.

“How’d you manage to talk him into taking you for a hike anyhow?” Billie asks as she rests one hand on the counter and the other finding its way back to her hip.

“He offered,” you shrug, biting into another fry as her eyebrows shoot up.

“He offered to take you hiking?” She parrots in disbelief and you nod. Her eyes look you up and down and you suddenly sit up straighter under her scrutiny.

“What?” You now feel self-conscious. You don’t know what she’s looking at or for, but heat rises to your ears and cheeks as she looks you over.

She just tsks and shakes her head, pushing off the counter.

“Just surprised is all.” She gives a small shrug as someone behind you flags her down. “Enjoy your meal, hun.”

And with that, she hurries into the dining room, leaving you confused and hungry as you pick up your burger and dig in.

Dean’s toweling off his hair, the bathroom steamed and warm from his shower, when his phone buzzes on the counter.

He clicks his phone alive, 7:02 in big white numerals above the text notification bearing your name.

He stands up a little straighter as he clicks open the text, his eyes quickly scanning your words.

If the offer still stands, I wouldn’t mind a hiking buddy on Thursday.

He smiles down at the text. He obviously didn’t know you very well, but he fully anticipated you ignoring his warning and going hiking alone today anyways.

But his shoulders drop as he realizes he’s now committed to a hike and he drops his head back.

“Fuck,” he mumbles as he tossed his damp towel in the hamper and heads into the bedroom, thinking about his response as he grabs some sweats, a henley, and a thick pair of socks, because god damn, it was cold out.

Once he’s changed, he picks his phone back up.

Consider it done. He texts back as he heads downstairs to whip up some dinner.

Dean didn’t have a lot of skills outside the auto shop, but one thing he was good at was cooking. He spent a lot of his childhood watching cooking shows with his mom as she tried to up her own ability, his early years being a lot of tv dinners and mac and cheese. By the time he was a teenager, she could pull together the most delicious pot roast and mashed potatoes you ever had. And Dean was her number one helper.

“My little sous chef.” She would call him until he begged her to stop one day when he was twelve.

The thought makes him smile, and he realizes he hasn’t called her in a while.

Once he gets out the ingredients he needs, he grabs his headphones and pops them into his ears.

“Hey Siri,” He unwraps the strip steak and slaps it down onto a cutting board. “Call mom.”

The phone rings as he heavily salts the beef.

“Dean!” His mother's excitement makes him wince as it nearly blows out his eardrums.

“Hi, mom,” he smiles, happy to be talking to her for the first time in well over a week. He tried to call her every few days, but as his divorce has been draining him mentally and financially, he’s been calling less. And at this moment, he feels really bad about it.

“It’s been a while.” She says much softer. “How are things?” The genuineness in her voice immediately eases the stress that has burrowed in his shoulders ever since Lisa left.

As he heats up and butters his cast iron skillet, he fills his mom in on happenings at the shop, Mary needing full updates on Benny, Adam, and the rest of the gang. How the divorce is going, and Dean fills her in about his guest.

“Dean,” she sighs. He knows this divorce hurts her. She had loved Lisa like the daughter she never had, and was so excited to watch her son start his life with what she thought was a lovely woman. He still remembers her heartbreak when he told her that he caught Lisa cheating and that she had left him.

“Sweetheart, is this really worth dragging on?” He rolls his eyes as he bastes the steak.

Here comes the mom lecture.

“I really wish you could just move on from all this. I know she hurt you, but Dean, how long are you going to continue giving her power over your life?” His shoulders drop as he sighs.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to move on, but to be honest, he just didn’t know how. Everything went so wrong so fast, his head was spinning like a top, and that was before he found Lisa in bed with Gavin.

“I really want you to be happy, Dean.” The break in her voice has him shaking his head. This was another reason he hasn’t been calling as often. He didn’t want his own mother to pity him.

Here he was, 32 years old, in the middle of a divorce, with nothing but a house and bitterness, while his brother was thriving.

At 28, Sam was proving to be a shining star at the law firm he started with when he graduated law school. And last month, he proposed to his college sweetheart, Jessica. His life was just beginning, while Dean’s was stuck in the mud.

“I am happy, mom.” He lies. “And I’ll be a lot happier once this divorce is over and Lisa is out of my life for good.” He carefully flips his steak, continuing to baste so it doesn’t burn. He can hear his mother’s sigh in his ears. She always knew when he was lying.

“Are you coming up to visit anytime soon?” She changes the subject.

“Actually, I’m coming up this weekend. There’s a car auction Sunday and Rick wants me to come tune up a few of his cars before he puts them on the block.”

“Oh good!” His mother’s excitement returns, and they carry on with their conversation.

Fifteen minutes later, Dean carries his finished plate to the table; seared stripe steak and roasted green beans with some leftover potatoes he had from a few nights ago.

He rubs his hands together before he cuts into the steak, humming at the perfectly medium rare center.

After a few bites, he picks up his phone, and sees he has a missed text from you stamped 24 minutes ago, while he was on the phone with his mom.

Not sure if you wake up early on your days off, but if you do, I was thinking a sunrise hike? But if not I’m happy to go anytime.

Dean purses his lips as he takes another bite, this time mixing in some mashed potato.

He Googles Thursday’s sunrise: 6:59am. The hiking trails were about 25 minutes away, and it takes about an hour to hike to the lookout. Doing the math backwards, they would have to leave here by 5:30am. Definitely a little early for his taste on his one day off this week, but he invited himself on your hike, so he was going to swallow down his own distaste for that early of a start and agree.

Sounds good to me. Meet me in the driveway 5:30am. We can take my car.

Dean’s about to put his phone down but the three text bubbles jump up on the screen, and only a few seconds later, your next text.

On second thought, how about a post-sunrise hike?

Dean smiles and lets you know that works, and you agree to meet in the driveway at 7:30am instead.

See you then. You reply, and Dean closes out the screen and returns to his dinner.

He’s not sure why, but he feels almost excited for tomorrow. Which is odd considering how much he fucking hates hiking. And though you two have been civil, he still wouldn't say he likes you. He just doesn’t dislike you anymore, finally able to separate you from the scheme Lisa dropped you into.

But Dean doesn’t dwell on it, more than likely just looking forward to a change of scenery as he takes a big bite of steak and settles into his seat.

“I can’t believe you consider this fun,” Dean huffs behind you, watching every step he takes as you transverse the mountainside. The incline is not overly steep, and thankfully the path isn’t too rocky, but the real danger is the one Dean warned you about; the ice. Thankfully you haven’t fallen flat on your ass, but you’ve definitely slipped a few times, once which had you rolling out your ankle to make sure you hadn’t sprained it only fifteen minutes in.

“No one forced you to come.” You remind him with an easy breath as you focus back on your own steps, your gloved hands resting easy on the lapels of your backpack. Not that you’re trying to taunt him while he seems to be struggling as he staggers behind you.

“You know, you could walk on a flat road.” Dean continues to complain a few minutes later, as the trees start to fall away, replaced by boulders and lingering snow patches. “I mean, really, what the hells the difference? There’s plenty of trees on the road by my place if that’s what you’re looking for.” He gripes as you turn over your shoulder, watching as he steps around an iced-over puddle.

“Tell me Dean, are you always this grumpy, or do I just seem to bring out the worst in you?” You pause and fully look towards him, dropping your hands across your chest as he takes a few more cautious steps, closing the distance between you as he steps up on a rock, the added height making him tower over you.

You’ve been at this for almost an hour, and Dean has complained almost every chance he’s had. It was very clear that he did not enjoy hiking, and it was starting to sour your morning. This was supposed to be your get-into-nature, positive energy, meditative morning hike. You had no problem taking this hike alone, he was the one who invited himself. So it was time he started acting like the guest he was.

“Must be you, sweetheart.” He grins widely down at you, his white teeth flashing, and you suck in a breath as your heart halts.

Holy shit, this man is beautiful. His hair is tucked into a gray knit hat, and his broad frame is hidden under a thick, camel hunting coat. But his eyes. Those green eyes are shining bright in the early morning sun, and they may be the most amazing eyes you’ve ever seen, on a man or woman. It’s almost unfair.

Truly, what the hell is a man as good-looking as Dean doing hiding away in this small town? Especially with the city only two hours away. He could easily be a model or an actor if he wanted to. The world opens doors for beautiful people.

“Lucky me,” you regain your composure and return a tight smile as you turn on your heel, but as you shift, your left foot slips out from under your boot and you start to fall forward, your hands shooting out to brace your fall just as two hands grip your hips, catching you.

“Warned you about that ice.” You can hear the cheeky grin in his voice as he helps you straighten up, his fingers digging deliciously into your skin through your workout tights before he lets go.

You want to shoot back a sassy remark, but you bite your tongue.

“Thank you.” You offer instead, turning towards him carefully as to not lose your footing again.

“Don’t mention it,” he smiles down at you as he pushes past, taking the lead for the first time since you started your hike, and you have no choice but to follow.

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“This is weird, right?” You say to yourself once you’re back to your little cabin. Who the fuck goes on a trip with a man they barely know, to stay with his mother of all people.

Aunt Rose would. Your inner voice rings out. Hell, she would jump at the opportunity for the chance at a fun weekend at a fancy car show.

I mean, it did sound cool. You’ve never been to a car show before, not that you know much about them, but you do “ohhh” and “ahhh” whenever a nice car drives by. You can at least appreciate them. And what were you going to do this weekend? The loneliness was starting to grate at you. Turns out four weeks alone wasn’t as relaxing as you expected it to be. It was nice at first, but now it was getting boring. You’ve hiked, you’ve read, you’ve meditated, you’ve shopped. Though it sounds like the town is bustling with city tourists during the warmer months, there was not much going on while there’s snow on the ground. Really, the only thing you could think of was to head to Max’s. Maybe you could meet someone this time, and not get interrupted since Dean won’t be around.

But you know that’s not what you want to do.

Oh god, Sydney is going to murder me.

You pick up your phone and open a text.

I’m in.

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longdaytogo · 1 year

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Hi! Could you explain Tom and Abraxas relationship? I'm so interested in knowing since you said he choose Draco bc he looks like A. Thanks!!!

oh you have no idea how excited I am to answer this!! 😭 fair warning this is all my headcannon so take it with a grain of salt.

let's start off with a young tom riddle. we know his back story blah blah but upon arriving at hogwarts he was definitely confused right? perhaps even bullied at first for being a suspected muggleborn except he wouldn't know the difference since it's his first introduction to the wizarding world. this is where abraxas comes in.

abraxas malfoy–pureblood, popular, rich, and subtly haughty sees a potential servant (?) /friend in tom riddle. the boy is pretty to look at and if taught the right things, could be a useful asset and minion. he befriends tom and introduces him to wizarding society, teaching him the hierarchical rules, traditions, and the prestige being a pureblood brings. he tells him the inferiority of muggles and muggleborns and how they are destroying wizarding culture and are a stain to society. tom, who already has a bad experience with muggles, agrees with all this and soaks it all in immediately.

quickly adapting to all he has learned from his mentor, their relationship changes at some point with tom taking the lead and abraxas becoming the follower instead. tom's skills in manipulation shines through and suddenly, he has an entire posse following behind him, preaching what abraxas taught him. abraxas, ever the naive, sheltered pureblood, doesn't realize the tides have changed until it's too late but doesn't mind it as he's now willing to follow behind the boy he once thought worthy of being his lackey. his admirations to young tom riddle borderline on near feverish idolization to the point where he is willing to risk it all for just one word of approval from tom, similar to other death eaters.

tom's incapability to love prevents him from being able to see anyone as an equal, them merely being pawns for him to use and beneath his standing. however, this is different when it comes to abraxas. he thinks of abraxas as a coddled naive fool who was undeservingly served a golden spoon from birth but is somewhat grateful to him for being his first ally at school and a guide to the wizarding world. in a sense, perhaps out of pity or personal amusement, he sees abraxas as his first partner? friend? not on equal standing of course but perhaps as the closest acquaintance he is capable of making in all his lifetime.

later on in their years at hogwarts, abraxas's need to solidify his position as tom's closest companion, confidant, and perhaps his own growing obsession, pushes him to evolve their platonic relationship into one of the sexual kind. this lasts for as long as it does until abraxas is ordered by his family to get married and have an heir. tom encourages this as an heir means more followers for his cause, resulting in abraxas's hasty marriage and the consequent birth of lucius malfoy. throughout it all, a now grown abraxas continues to expend all his efforts to aid tom's mission to the best of his capabilities before his abrupt death by a case of dragon pox before reaching the age of 30. tom is reasonably upset by this for a while but doesn't mull over it for too long as he believes himself to be the kind that never cared.

as lucius malfoy grows and becomes servant to the dark lord, tom sees subtle similarities between the young man and his once closest friend but it's nothing shocking or worth acting upon as their differences are far greater than their similarities. where lucius is an odious character with cruel tendencies, a slimy character and is obnoxiously vain, abraxas was naive yet charming with a boastful appearance accompanied by his noble arrogance that was pleasing at times. abraxas was capable of cruelty to please while lucius did the same out of fear instead. this didn't interest tom in the slightest and he turned a blind eye to the first generation after abraxas.

after the situation with baby harry and his own revival, tom, now voldemort, spends his days in the malfoy residence where he happens upon draco. he is mildly shocked by the surprising resemblance draco has of abraxas and as a skilled legilimens, he goes through teenage draco's mind and sees the romantic obsession the young malfoy has for harry potter. this reminds him once again of abraxas's own feelings towards himself and this is where his interest starts. suddenly he finds himself glancing for prolonged times at draco, soaking up the remnants of abraxas he is able to find and comes to the realization he has missed his deceased friend more than he has let on. he will never again have a companion so loyal, so pretty, so willing to die for him and what better way to honour that sort of bond than putting a piece of himself inside abraxas's living descendant. this is further fueled by the images he sees of harry's own memories through their connection and the oblivious but budding feelings harry holds for draco. he makes up his mind then to turn draco into his final and most prized horcrux, one he knows to be made in honour of his most cherished pet and the one piece of himself harry would never be able to kill.

or as I like to call it: draco is now a horcrux I guess 🤷‍♀️

#i suck at writing im sorry #this ended up longer than expected #it aint much but its honest work #draco is now a horcrux i guess #abraxas malfoy #tom riddle #tom marvolo riddle #draco malfoy

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midnightgrimoire · 20 days

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Tom Riddle x twin reader (fem) (AU)

Cowritten by @chxrrybomb22 @midnightgrimoire

[ Sorry if there are spelling mistakes we did go did poof read it and we are both dyslexic feedback would be Appreciated any reposts would also be appreciated ☺️)

18+ warning - We don’t know what warning to add. (Just so you know, it will be dark, just not yet) (first ever fic posted) ~ (P.T 1 remake)

The moodbord was made by both of us x

(Tom Riddle) - {Christian Coulson}

( Adelaide Riddle) - {Lily Collins}

(Alexander McLaggen) - {Hayden Christensen)

Story:

Tom and Adelaide Riddle are like a ying and yang one represent the good and one represents the evil. They have had a shit childhood and that putting it lightly. From their mother drugging their father with a love potion which has only effected tom not Adelaide ( nobody knows for certain why) as Tom has grown to become obsessive and controlling over Adelaide.

Living in an orphanage was not all sunshine and rainbow as Adelaide was bullied for being ‘weaker than Tom and more valuable’. If you are wondering what happened to their mother and father you will be shocked that their mother loved a muggle who didn’t love her back so she drugged him with a love potion and once she given birth the potion worn off and their father fled in fright as he ‘woke up from a sleep’ and he was terrified to find out he was married to a woman he didn’t know and has just given birth to his ‘twins’.

Once Tom and Adelaide were 11 they were approached by a man called Dr.Dumbledore. Who they thought was a doctor to help Tom after he had ‘accident’ with an other child in the orphanage after Adelaide kept playing with the child everyday and not Tom unknowingly putting that child in risk. People were often too scared to approach Adelaide when tom was lurking about which confused the poor girl as to her he was the best brother and twin anyone could ask for ( not knowing how evil he truly was. Completely convinced the ‘accidents were just that accidents’}.

(Time jump to first year in hogwarts after being sorted into different houses)

To say tom was livid was an understatement of the century would not be accurate to the rage he was feeling after hearing the sorting hat split him and his precious twin “ how would she survive without him?” Whyl he was simmering with rage she was content to have made new friends as back in the orphanage she had no friends due to toms actions.

At the hufflepuf table Adelaide was happy to be making friends and having playful conversations with people who didn’t run away in fear of her brother. And this is when she met her future best friend and soon to be lover Alexander McLaggen. For the poor boy it was love at first sight when he saw Adelaide and her soft, warm doe eyes, the complete opposite of Toms cold and calculating eyes. He was completely enamoured which her.

And yes if you are wondering his great-nephew is Cormac McLaggen, the only difference is Alexander was raised right. He felt more comfortable with Adelaide knowing she was ‘ment’ to be in Slytherin with her twin, Knowing they were in the ‘wrong house’ as his family before him were all in Gryffinod the pressure was immense.

Half way through the year tom confronts his sister and warns her to stay away from the boy “not only are we not in the same house but now you’re talking and hanging around MCcLaggen. That childish twat doesn’t stop talking about quidich and doesn’t even know basic potions”

And her response were “so what if he doesn’t stop talking about the things he’s like i mean look at me i love to talk about animals and plants, dose that mean there is something wrong with me? Do I annoy you too? Tom? I am also bad at positions dose that mean I’m stupid?’

“ no your not don’t say something like that your not stupid or annoying you’re my sister, my twin, two half of one soul i could never get mad at you” but what he didn’t say was ‘but i can get mad at everyone else who got in my way to you’.

{ time jump to their 3rd year Tom find out they kiss }

Now they been at school for 3 year everything was going smoothly tom doesn’t know about Adelaide and Alexander secret meetings for the last to years outside the common rooms. ( the only time they get to see each other is in the common rooms as tom makes sure to keep them both separated from each other).

Tom demanded Adelaide to meet him in the library for a study session “what do you mean you don’t get it Adelaide we have been over this you add the water after the trolls snot”

“ but its too hard to remember how do you remember it? It’s too hard can’t we just go in the gardens and looks for bunnies?”

“ you know better than anyone else ‘bunnies’ wouldn’t be on hog warts grounds the womping willow will kill them all and-“ and this was when tom was interrupted by a Cher air and oblivious Alexander not knowing tom hated his guts. “ Adelaide fancy seeing you here i thought you said you don’t like to read?”

At this point you can see this is were tom anger started to boil “ well she needs to learn somehow and no thanks to you.”

“ ok not gonna lie that was a bit harsh but what can you do? We all cant be good at everything like you mister perfect.” Watching the pissing match between the two boys Adelaide had enough and decided she was finished watching them metaphorically go at each others throats. “ ok, ok, ok, Enough i get it, I get it your both the pretty girls. But i need to go and i have had it with you and all your bickering. McLaggen i will see you in the common rooms later after class, don’t forget you need to give back that ‘ book you borrowed’” she quickly got up and headed off the common rooms all the why’ll tom was giving both of them death glares. “ sure ill go get it now” they both race off together to the common rooms to avoid toms glare.

After Tom sneakers in the hufflepuff common rooms to see Adelaide he notice she not there and he starts to panick as it is past curfew set by the teachers, as he starts to franctily search around the common room only to come across fain noise in one of the alcoves on the wall. Pulling the curtain with a greate amount of force only to find not to ind his twin, his other half with none other than that low life boy!!!!!.

Adelaide and Alexander were in their own world completely unaware of tom presents. As Adelaide was telling Alexander all about the new bird she had found.

“I was shocked because it’s not everyday you see a Red-Baked Shrike” Adelaide spoke with so much enthusiasm it was almost like her eyes were sparking. “So what is a red-Baked shrike? And were did you find it?”

“A Red-Baked shrike is a little off white bird with brown wings and back line a cross it eye s almost as if it doesn’t want you to know who it is ~” she slowly stops talking only to see Alexander is staring at her lip with such a intense gaze it could have melt ice and all Alexander could think was how stunning her brown eye look and how the colour in her eyes looks like the most inviting hot cup of hot coco (her favourite drink). Alexander couldn’t help him self from starring at her and thinking when he is around her time stops as if he had the choice all he could listen to was her voice for all eternity. “Can i just say you have the most welcoming and softest voice i have ever had the pleasure of hearing in my life” as he basked in her inviting aura. “ I-I-I don’t really know how to respond s-s-sorry?”

“ let me respond for you-“ before he new it he had worked up the courage to lean over and give her a kiss.

Her lip were Devine, the softest of any silk and My God she tasted better than he could have ever imagined. Adelaide was at shock at first because she didn’t think her best friend and her long time crush would like her never mind kissing her. ( The woman was stunned to speak)she was stunned in to silence and then she returned the kiss with just as much if not more passion. They broke apart from their kiss looking at each other as if they were the only ones left in the world. “Can i just say that was the BEST kiss I’ve ever had in my life” that statement caused Adelaide to ruin the mood by lauhing out loud and Antalya saying “that WAS your first kiss you have nothing to compère it with.”

Unknown to them tom was watching the whole scene go down. He was all but ready to rag that little shit to the forbidden forest and feed him to the monsters that lay within. The amount of rage he was feeling was incomprehensible the only thing that stopped him from confronting them. Was the fact that they were in the Hufflepuff common room as well as the prefects finish the rounds of the castle for the night. Once tom finally makes it to his room he begins to make plans on how to separate that little cunt and his pressure little Adelaide.

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chxrrybomb22 · 20 days

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Tom Riddle x twin reader (fem) (AU)

Cowritten by @chxrrybomb22 @midnightgrimoire

[sorry if their is spelling mistakes we did go did poof read it and we are both dyslexic]

18+ warning - We don’t know what warning to add. ~Just so you know it will be dark just not yet~ (P.T 1 remake feedback would be appreciated and any repost ☺️)

(Tom Riddle) - {Christian Coulson}

( Adelaide Riddle) - {Lily Collins}

(Alexander McLaggen) - {Hayden Christensen}

The three moon bored are made by both me and @midnightgrimoire and they are at the bottom

{ time jump to first year in Hogwarts after being sorted into different houses}

{ time jump to their 3rd year Tom find out they kiss }

Tom demanded Adelaide to meet him in the library for a study session “what do you mean you don’t get it Adelaide we have been over this you add the water after the trolls snot”

“ but its too hard to remember how do you remember it? It’s too hard can’t we just go in the gardens and looks for bunnies?”

At this point you can see this is were tom anger started to boil “ well she needs to learn somehow and no thanks to you.”

Adelaide and Alexander were in their own world completely unaware of tom presents. As Adelaide was telling Alexander all about the new bird she had found.

“ let me respond for you-“ before he new it he had worked up the courage to lean over and give her a kiss.

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reggieblk · 4 months

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i have NO idea which ones you’ve already answered ajdkshshdhdj but for the WIP game i would like to humbly inquire about the heart of the sea if you haven’t posted about it already 🙏🙏🙏

omg i am SO SORRY for the time it took for me to answer this ask!! work has been kicking my ass lol but thank you so much for asking! I'd be happy to talk about it <3

the heart of the sea is my pirate AU! The premise is that Harry is a pirate captain, and Tom is the Crown Prince of England; it's written from their dual POV. They meet when Harry is brought before Tom to be sentenced to death for his crimes and it's very much -- if not love, then -- obsession at first sight.

It includes a chase, a lot of found family, and I'd say it's a fast burn.

I haven't touched this one in a while despite having the plot entirely plotted out, but it's one of those wips where the initial idea is good but the execution is mediocre, so it could benefit from a rewrite at some point!

Here's a snippet I posted for a tag game a while ago of their first meeting : link

Here's a snippet from the chase portion of the fic as well :

They all broke off into groups, Harry going off on his own. When he left for the village, the Prince’s ship had been stationed further down the pier from theirs, devoid of any crewmates from the looks of it. He’d tried to get a better look, remaining discreet to avoid his own crewmates' merciless teasing, but he hadn’t seen anyone.

So, maybe wandering off on his own was a decision made with the intent of catching a glimpse of the pretty Prince, no one had to know anyhow.

He thought he’d go and give Suzie a visit, having not seen her in a couple of years.

Walking into the bar though, he saw him. Leaning against the bar was the Prince, wearing distinctively pirate-esque attire, looking absolutely dashing. Harry’s heart rate spiked as he hovered in the doorway. He looked at the people hovering around the Prince but none were paying him any mind, too busy listening to the exchange between the Prince and the barmaid.

Harry walked forward discreetly, leaning against a beam some feet away from the Prince.

“A hundred doubloons,” Suzie was saying and Harry bit his cheek to not laugh, “that’s me last word.”

The Prince scoffed. “A hundred?” he repeated, fingers clenching against the wood.

“A bit much don’t you think, Suzie?” Harry interjected, advancing and leaning against the bar next to the Prince. He relished in everyone’s attention snapping to him, the Prince’s jaw dropping.

“Harry Potter!” Suzie exclaimed, eyes wide. “My, I haven’t seen you in a while dear.”

“Aye,” Harry said, tearing his gaze away from the Prince, an amused grin on his features, “too long my darlin’, give us the usual, yeah?”

She nodded, smiling lightly, a pink blush decorating her cheeks.

“You!” a blonde man spat next to the Prince.

“You know this lot, Harry?” Suzie asked, setting a glass of rum in front of him.

Harry grinned, turning to the Prince who looked shocked. “You could say that, now, how much do I owe you for this, love? Not a hundred I hope.”

Suzie shook her head, smiling. “Only one for that, although,” she added, leaning against the bar suggestively, “my offer still stands if you want it for free.”

Harry smiled warmly, turning back to her. “Aye you know me Suzie…”

She waved a hand in the air, masking her disappointment. “Married to the sea, I know, I know.”

“You know Suzie, lately I’ve been thinking I wouldn't mind a Prince,” he grinned, eyeing the man next to him who was still frozen in shock.

Suzie laughed. “A Prince? Good Lord, and where will you find yourself a Prince?”

Harry angled himself towards Tom, downing the last of his glass and smirking, watching as Tom’s eyes roamed over him. “Not far, I’m sure,” he murmured.

So suddenly Harry would have had no chance of expecting it, a dagger was at his throat and the Prince was pressing him into the bar, pressing the blade into his neck. Harry only grinned. The bar went silent, everyone stilling at the commotion.

“Kill me here Tom and they’ll have your head on a stick before you can appreciate my death,” Harry murmured, holding the Prince’s waist in a bold move.

“You have something of mine,” the Prince sniped, digging the blade further into Harry’s throat. He’d never been more excited in his life. He made a delightful sight, eyes bright with adrenaline, cheeks flushed with anger, hands firm but delicate where he held onto Harry.

“You’ve come a long way for a ring, love,” Harry murmured, looking up at the Prince through his eyelashes, relishing every reaction he got; his eyes flashing in anger, the blade digging further into his skin. Harry pinched his waist, just to see what would happen. His grin brightened as the Prince leant further into him.

“I didn’t come for the ring,” the Prince spat, looking like he wanted nothing more than to slit Harry’s throat.

“Another kiss then?” Harry asked cheekily, cocking his head to the side and licking his lips. He didn’t miss the way the Prince’s eyes flicked downwards, following the motion.

“Harry, my boy! You seem to be in quite the predicament!”

Harry closed his eyes, groaning, clenching his jaw in annoyance.

Of course Dumbledore would ruin the best moment of his life.

“I’m busy old man!” he called, opening his eyes again. “You can just fuck off.”

Tom’s eyebrows raised, a faint look of amusement passing over him. Harry smiled at him, rolling his eyes, as if they were sharing a funny joke.

“Can I buy you a drink?” Harry asked, turning his full attention back to Tom, hoping he was coming off as charming.

Tom scoffed. “You realise I’m going to kill you?” He made the sentiment clear by digging the blade further into Harry’s throat.

Harry sighed before flipping their positions in a swift movement. The Prince’s eyes were wide as he was pressed into the bar. He attempted to fight back immediately but Harry only pressed his own knife into his throat, draping himself over the Prince in a way that was anything but appropriate.

“You know darlin’, it’s not that easy to kill me, a fair few people have had a go at it,” he said, smiling down at the Prince. Harry leant back, keeping the dagger in place, and took Tom’s left hand in his. He smiled, warmth blossoming in his chest. “My needle,” he murmured, passing a thumb over the thin band.

The Prince hung his head back, baring his throat, and snatched his hand back. “I hate you,” he said through clenched teeth.

#the writing is meh but it's fun!#fic: the heart of the sea #tomarry #ask #wip tag game

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lostmyremembrall · 1 year

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Okay! Uh... better do this before its ended, haha!

People call me 'Moon' and I'm kind of usually the shy type? I don't talk much in groups unless spoken to though I've been told when someone gets me started I can have a lot to say. I like to write a lot and people tend to say I'm usually in my own world. My love language is physical touch, but I'm usually a little nervous to start it, though I get pretty affectionate when I understand that its okay to do so. I also like to cook, sometimes I'd make treats for them if they want to or if I feel like they need it ^^.

(Is this okay? I've never done this sort of thing before @-@ i can send more info if you want!)

🐍

🐍 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐇𝐂 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐨𝐦

𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓷

A/N: I'm so sorry it took so long to get to yours! I hope all the teeth-rotting fluff will make up for it. I so enjoyed writing yours; you and Tom are just so cute I cannot. Thank you so much for your patience!

𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝐽𝑜𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 1𝐾 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡! Now closed

It started with you catching Tom’s glances.

You’d be staring out the window, going back and forth between staring out and scratching some things in your note.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you spotted a dark haired slender man —your classmate, Tom Riddle, was it— blatantly staring in your direction.

When your eyes met, he didn’t even shy away. He just kept staring at you.

Noticing your gaze, his eyes softened, the corner of his lips quirking just slightly in a smug way.

He wasn’t even paying attention to the class. His notes already filled with everything they were covering today.

After class, he appears around the corner with a smirk.

“What were you writing?”

You pulled your parchments closer to you. “Just notes.”

"Of course," Tom responds melodiously, a knowing glimmer in his eyes.

"Studious as ever, Moon," is all he says before walking away.

-----

It's his curiosity that brings you two closer.

What are they thinking about?

What do they write about?

His uncontrollable desire to know everything-and perhaps a bit of a toxic need to have everything within his control- had him obsessively studying you.

He finds you more and more fascinating the more he learns about you.

-----

He loves hearing you talk passionately about the topics you're interested in.

He adores the shimmer in your eyes that appears when you get going.

Usually, when you get going, he just sits back, tilts his head, and enjoys the sight.

He finds himself smiling at you as you continue to speak.

No interruptions. Only spectating the fascinating thoughts and emotions that go through your mind.

-----

At first, Tom was too proud to admit that he enjoys anything sweet.

He prefers to think he enjoys the finer things in life - espresso, caviar, truffles, etc. All the things that his pureblooded friends grew up with.

A massive secret that nobody else knows, is that he actually has a massive sweet tooth.

Sugar was a delicacy hard to come by during war-time, even more so in an orphanage.

When you first brought him a treat, you were shocked to find Tom reaching for one. And another. Then another.

Eventually, he wiped his mouth with a napkin.

He cleared his throat, and murmured a small thanks.

His cheeks blushing as he complimented on your baking and cooking skills.

You could see a glimpse of the boy he used to be - a rascal from a low-end London who used to stuff his face with stolen chocolates.

-----

It was endearing. And you knew he was too proud to ask you for more.

Being the kind soul that you were, you would often bring him baked treats and home-made meals.

Over time, he's grown more accustomed to being honest in front of you.

His eyes widen with excitement as you reveal a basket.

His tongue involuntarily licking the bottom lip, wondering what you've brought this time.

He stuffs his mouth with it, humming in satisfaction, the voice muffled with his mouth full.

"You like it?"

Tom can't even respond, only humming more appraisals.

"Merlin, Moon," he moans as he licks his fingers clean, "If I could eat whatever you make for the rest of my life, you might just make me the happiest man alive."

-----

He actually gains a bit of weight from you spoiling him.

He is devastated and disappointed in himself, only more determined to keep himself in shape so that he can continue being worthy of you (and your food).

Can get selfish about hoarding your food.

But eventually and reluctantly learns that he doesn't get to have all of your affection and care; some of them need to go to your friends.

-----

His love language is physical touch as well.

He is very open about PDA, eager to show that you're his.

You would be in the middle of a public space, (in the Great Hall, after class as students file out of the classroom, in the courtyards), and he would suddenly grasp your arm.

He would wordlessly pull you into his arms in the middle of the crowd.

Followed by a long, gentle kiss on your head, your forehead, or your nose.

When he has the time, he would pull away to look down at you.

His hands holding your chin, your neck, or if he's feeling spicy, your hips.

He loves seeing the adoration in your eyes as you look up at him.

He finds himself smirking, content that he has this effect on you.

When he does this, there's a part of him seeking reassurance that you still care about him, but it will take a long time for him to realise that.

-----

Physical affection behind closed doors is more intimate.

It's quiet. And personal.

There will be days when Tom is overtaken by emotions.

He'll come dragging his feet into your room, asking you to hold him.

He doesn't say anything. But he clings onto you like a child. Listening to your breathing and steady heartbeat. Taking in a lungful of your scent that helps him relax.

-----

As you get more comfortable around Tom, you start getting affectionate as well.

Surprising Tom with holding hands in corridors, a peck on his cheek at the Three Broomstick, a hug from behind when he's walking alone.

His expression is unforgettable - his eyes wide open, taking a few seconds to process what has happened.

And he absolutely loves it. His eyes soften with an absolute infatuation with you. And is that a blush creeping up his cheeks?

In those moments, you can be sure he'll be returning the gesture 10 times fold.

Peppering your face with quick kisses, holding you and burying his face into the crook of your neck, kissing the back of your hand...

He doesn't know why he does these things. But there's a part of him that gets all giddy like a schoolboy when you give him affection.

-----

Your date would be a picnic under the moonlight.

(Cheesy, I know). But Tom thinks himself quite proud of coming up with a romantic date.

And boy - he did go all out.

Floating candles. Roses. A bottle of wine (God knows how he got his hands on it).

And... his attempt at baking. To return the favour.

It's not great.

But he tried.

And him feeding you the treats does improve the taste by a considerable amount.

When you find yourself gazing at the mystical environment, lost in your own world, Tom tilts his head again.

Studying your profile with that smirk of his. Wondering what could be going on in that fascinating head of yours - and if he could guess it right.

Tom is far too embarrassed to say, but he finds you breathtakingly beautiful - almost ethereal- under the moonlight.

Again, he would be too embarrassed to admit, but he likes to think of you as the moonlight that guides him, when he's been stumbling in the dark his whole life.

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siremasterlawrence · 29 days

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Celebrity Donations

Celebrating the first Celebrity Donation of its kind when I strike a deal of a lifetime with Mr Henry Cavill himself and of course he has no fucking idea what is going on now does he really care. He is walking in to the fray of my view of a open door into the hall way he gasp at the beauty and splendor of the gold adorned walls as they call to him to them one landing on the wall.

The wall glows bright white with a force field surrounding him as it propels his body on to the wall and he struggles to free himself of his control but somewhere the battle ends as he goes limp.Henry’s body phases through the wall in to the next room as he falls straight to the floor of a weird abandoned room in the midst of the insanity upon him he swooped up in all that energy.

A group of hands yank on to him lifting him up in to the air wrapping his hands over his body feeling him up in all ways and Henry is now swooning in to his body moving every inch of him. He looks upward and ahead to see a young nerdy African American man sitting on a golden throne, he is all smiles snapping his fingers as Henry descends to the ground in a state of shock.

Henry returns to his feet unsure of where he was but let alone for what is going on but it all seems to no longer matter and the chair appears behind him sneaking behind him as it shoves him up. Henry’s at a loss of word as the young man approaches him with a glass of wine as he sits across from him but Henry feels more calm then ever again and its consuming him.

Henry takes a sip of his wine instantly like it is a karmic justice the second it hits has little throat a sir flows every forward absorbing in to his body and Henry grows quite dropping back to his bed.The young man jolts up in excitement with one hand waving in front of him but soon enough, the man goes in to catatonic state driving him off as he paws his hand all over Henry.

“Henry Cavill hear me loudly “

“YES!”

“Sit up and look at me”

“You are in a deep catatonic coma like sleep”

“I am your Lord, Master, King and God”

“You exist solely for me”

“You are not a person “

“No persona just a puppet “

“I am your everything “

“I consume you my dear”

“I am all you think about “

“Rise that’s it stand up”

“I am your focal point”

“Smile at me “

“Yes! You are my world sir”

He drops to his knees hands cusp with a very deep loving smile with utter obsessive need for my love and attention.

“I shall denote my life to you “

“Please my God”

“Everything I am and have “

The end

Celebrity Donations Part 2

Poor Tom Hardy has had a strong and hard couple of odd days deciding to race out to his backyard and hop on his bike as he rides off in to the city. He pumps up all of the engine letting it rev up forcing the speed to speed up on the city street causing a rage in him and the motorcycle bike roars so loudly.

The more he races down the street we have come to a point where something is in it but he swoops up in a set darkness as his eyes grow narrow. Moving through the city he is lost because he has nowhere in the world he is at this world transforming him in to a fever of a madness.

“Tom Hardy…Tom Hardy”

“Who the? I must be tired “

“TOM HARDY”

“Huh? What the ?”

“I am hearing things “

“Crash the bike in to the alley “

“Why did I do that?”

“FUCK?”

“Ooowwwww!”

“Can you door in front of you “

“The gold one”

“It’s breath taking “

“Why can’t I look away ?”

“Zip it ! Get up and clean yourself up “

“Walk inside “

“Is this another dimension “

“Good job meat head!”

“HEY! Watch it”

“Stop your yapping pussy “

“Please take a seat”

“I rather not “

“Sit YOUr Ass down”

“Ok ok! Sorry”

“Geez!”

“Fuck you !”

“I’ll fuck you “

“I own you now “

“Rise! Drop your pants “

“Bed over and beg me”

“Please fuck me!”

The End

#henry cavill #tom hardy #hypnosis #mind control #reprogramming #hypno slave #hypno dolls #celebrity slaves #celebrity donations

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joekeeryswife · 2 years

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I’m loving these love island fics!

Do you remember that tweet challenge with the blanks that the islanders had to fit in??

What if there was a tweet which was “_____ is so blind! _____ is obsessed with her and she doesn’t even see it!”

Where the reader is being really oblivious to Joe’s feelings for her even though she fancies him too!

Twitter - J.K

THIS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA STOP! i hope this was okay, i really like this concept! i’m glad you’re liking the fanfics, also this was really shit i’m sorry, i didn’t know how to end it….

you were all sat in your couples, waiting to buzz in if you knew the answer to who the blanked out tweet was. you were in a couple with a boy you did not like, he was snobby, arrogant and all around a massive dick head. if there was anyone you wanted to be coupled up with it would have to be Joe, he was one of the most beautiful people you’d ever seen in your whole life. he was also kind and not arrogant which was a bonus. you were stood next to David, the boy you were coupled up with, your hand on the buzzer waiting for Molly and Tommy to read out the tweets. the game started off simple with a few digs at Molly for apparently playing a game and there were also a few digs at Anna and Amber which hurt your feelings.

all those girls were genuine and to see them get hated on wasn’t nice. Anton read out the next tweet which got a few people skeptical. “@fan33. _____ is so blind! _____ is obsessed with her and she doesn’t even see it!”. as soon as he finished reading it out, Maura and Tom buzzed in. “Lucie and Tommy” she said, Amorim shook his head no and then Amy and Curtis buzzed in. “Amanda and Joe?”, Amanda was Joe’s couple and he did not like her. Anton shook his head again then Amber and Micheal buzzed in. “Anna and Jordan?” Micheal said, Anton shook his head one last time. everyone was looking around the couples to see who it could be. “i’ll give you a hint, they aren’t in a couple” Lucie said as she looked on the back of the board.

“Maura and Curtis” you said as you buzzed in for the first time that round. “nope, c’mon guys this is pretty easy, even i see it” Anton said. you were confused. there was no other couples you could think of. “Y/n and Joe!” Anna shouted out as she buzzed in. your eyes went wide as Anton shook his head ‘yes’. “correct. y/n is so blind! Joe is obsessed with her and she doesn’t even see it!” you looked at Joe who was already sharing sneaky glances your way. “yay i got a point” Anna said, not realising the now, awkward tension.

“well that’s great isn’t it” Amanda said as she took a step away from Joe. the atmosphere got frosty. a million thoughts were running through your mind, Joe liked you back that the fans were saying he was obsessed? you were happy but shocked at the same time. the game went on with a few more tweets about Molly, Maura, Curtis and Tommy but then another tweet came up which shocked you again. “@loveisland1394. why don’t ____ and ____ get together? the way he looks at her makes my heart melt. he is in love with her!” Lucie read out. now that it was obvious, everyone but you and Joe buzzed in. “Joe and y/n.” Tom shouted out as he got called on. “first try, correct. why don’t Joe and y/n get together? the way he looks at her makes my heart melt. he’s in love with her!” Lucie re-read out.

we’re the fans really seeing this? “why is this basically all about y/n and Joe? we don’t care really stop picking them out. we all know that i’m better than Joe.” David said. you were embarrassed, this boy needed to get his ego in check because in reality, he wasn’t that good looking. the game finished and you walked back slowly to the villa. you didn’t really want to speak to anyone, you were embarrassed by David’s statement but you were also shocked by what the fans had seen. Joe liked you just as much as you liked him which you were happy about, but when everything comes all at once, it sometimes gets a bit too much. instead of walking to the garden with everyone else, you walked to the living room, trying to be alone in your thoughts. it was an overwhelming experience and no one had seen you break down, but now was the time you actually were.

Joe was in the garden, looking for you so he could pull you for a chat, but he couldn’t find you. “Anna, have you seen y/n? i need to speak to her” he asked as he walked into the kitchen. “i didn’t see her come out here after the challenge, she might be inside” she replied, pouring water into her water bottle. he thanked her and walked into the actual villa to find you, he looked in the bedrooms first before heading upstairs to the makeup room and when you weren’t there he was confused, as to where you could be. he walked back down the stairs and went into the living room, seeing you there with your head in your hands, silent tears falling. “hey, you alright” you heard Joe say softly as you looked up at him. you shook your head and when he saw the tears, he immediately walked to you and sat down next to you, pulling you into a hug.

“it’s just all too much. hearing those tweets then David opening his big gob like it was embarrassing” you said, silent tears rolling down still. “i know this may not help but what those tweets said was true. i do really like you and i hope that clears your thoughts a bit” he said, wiping some tears. “thanks Joe, you’ve made me feel so much better” you said, sarcasm laced in your tone. this made him laugh. “i’m sorry” he said as he kept on laughing, that made you smile. Joe had been with you for three minutes and you already felt better. “do you think it would be okay if i got to know you more instead of keeping my feelings to myself?” he whispered, wary of what your answer would be. you laughed and nodded your head. “i think that would be the best decision” you laughed. he kissed your forehead and just held you until the tears stopped falling.

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