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stomach-bugg09 · 1 year

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omg thank you for doing my request!!! i absolutely adored it, dw im from the east coast myself (new york specifically). if it’s okay, i’d like to request more modern day sullys and fali? i just love your take on them.

a/n: ahh !! thank you so much. ( east coast gang rising up !! ) anyway , yes i actually think the modern au is just so simple but so cute and fun to write , which is also why i'm publishing this request before some of the older ones. i want to be able to keep feeding you all while i develop ideas and fics for the other ones. hope you enjoy !! reblogs + feedback is always appreciated !!

tags: @liyahsocorro @bonnibuckets @wxnderingthoughts @pinkhotdogsfr

modern au headcanons for the sullys + fali

general

one of the most chaotic families out there

trust me when i say this

when any of the kids have friends over, the guests are always shocked to find out that they ever manage to get anything done

there's always someone being a problem ( lo'ak )

tuk is the "do it all" child

like soccer, lacrosse, dance, school plays + musicals

she totally ate as an oompa loompa in charlie and the chocolate factory jr.

the older siblings all took a picture with her while she was in costume

[y/n] has an epic 0.5x picture of her from that night and is saving it for her graduation

[y/n] has the most baby pictures and "baby's first christmas" ornaments / type stuff just because she was the first child

neteyam has a good bit, so does kiri, but lo'ak and tuk have barely any

you can tell that they gave up on parenting tuk because she's such a menace

the whole entire family is banned from pizza hut

they refuse to speak on the topic

after neteyam and lo'ak played jv basketball together, kiri and [y/n] worked together to rewatch all the film and make a compilation of all their funny moments

tbt to when lo'ak completely missed the basket during a free throw

to present it, they gathered the entire family into the living room and pretended it was serious

but as soon as the video started, the two girls could not hold up the act and ended up on the ground in tears as they laughed at the entire thing

lo'ak and neteyam were not amused

jake was totally losing his mind

he loves making fun of his kids ( affectionately )

you can always tell neytiri's mood based on what she's listening to when she cooks dinner

a podcast means she's feeling good, feeling productive - sad music means she's, well... sad - classical music means you must stay far away from her

kiri, [y/n], and neytiri have their periods sinked up

it's complete hell for everyone else

once jake came home from work late and saw them sobbing on the couch to an episode of how i met your mother

sometimes the siblings will all sit down and have tuk paint their nails as she just talks the most amount of shit about every kid in her class

it's literally the funniest thing

she has some serious issues

kiri and [y/n] both like reading but the difference between the two is that kiri actually reads and [y/n] has five different books sitting on her bedside table

when she does have a random burst of energy to read, they always swap books

the head boys lacrosse coach is the biology teacher and he loves the sully family

he also teaches forensic science

not only is [y/n] dating his star player, but she manages the team

plus neteyam is on his team

sometimes, during their lunch period, fali and [y/n] just roll up to his class ( the same period that lo'ak and tsireya have bio )

ao'nung also plays basketball, so him and lo'ak were literally always beefing until they randomly just became friends

and then it was chill!

[y/n] and fali also drive tsireya and ao'nung around quite a bit, but they don't mind

everybody trusts fali and [y/n]

they're the type of people that you call if you need anything ever

kiri and neteyam have definitely called their sister or fali during a party after realizing they needed to get home

once neteyam's old friends left him there with no ride and he was... not all that sober

fali was at the same party because lacrosse team!

this boy did not hesitate to leave with neteyam and bring him back to his house

neteyam called his parents and pretended he was sleeping over with ao'nung ( who helped cover for him ) and ended up sleeping in fali's guest bedroom

every day kiri collects random ideas for her future speech as [y/n]'s maid of honor at her and fali's wedding

[y/n] still doesn't know

neteyam has an entire shoebox full of memories with his big sister that he plans to give her before she moves out

panic ensues the household when they reach june / graduating month

they do not want to think about their first baby leaving the nest!

neytiri is such a sad frantic mama

just wants everything to be perfect for her baby

jake ensures her that it will be

moving on to more happy stuff!

neytiri is totally a swiftie

like a very serious very loyal swift or that knows every single song and every single album and every single word

owns her ugly merch but it's okay because it makes her happy

tsireya's favorite candy would be watermelon jolly ranchers and she always has them in her backpack and stuff

lo'ak started to also keep watermelon flavored things in his backpack when he first started crushing on her

he would give her some during bio

her smile was always worth it

[y/n] and fali have the cheesiest and cutest way of reminding each other that they love each other

and that would be by giving each other their last piece of something

like they would give each other their last oreo, their last piece of gum, their last hershey kiss, his last name

it's just a silent exchange of their infatuation for each other

everybody else watches as they contemplate leaving because of how lonely they make them feel

kiri makes the silliest birthday posts

like she absolutely exposes every single one of her siblings by posting their ugly pictures on her instagram story

and she isn't even nice enough to keep it on close friends

lo'ak and [y/n] have a super long streak on snap chat of like 600+ days

and they are constantly scared of losing it

tuk takeover happens on a rare occasion in which, every few months, one of her older siblings allows her to do their streaks

she usually manages to post something stupid on their stories or something, but all of their friends have learned to look forward to it

fali and [y/n] were friends for a year before dating, but half of that year was spent with them absolutely crushing on each other

their first kiss story is so embarrassing and they refuse to tell anyone about it

fali wears bracelets that [y/n] makes for him

he always wears the bracelets that tuk makes for him and they're the cutest things because it's just a random assortment of beads

fali probably has a like single piercing on one of his ears after losing a bet with his friends

but he's grown to love it

he always has to take it out for lacrosse because the helmet is a pain

[y/n] buys him cute little earrings that he refuses to wear because they're always silly

like, "no, [y/n] i'm not wearing a singular waffle earring."

the only earring from her that he wears is the earring that matches the ring he gave her on their one year anniversary

she gave him that earring for his birthday

he almost cried

#avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #loak sully #neteyam sully #sully family x reader #sully family x y/n #tuk sully #tuktirey #sully family #kiri sully #lo'ak #lo'ak sully #loak #lo'ak x oldersister!reader #sully!reader #fali x reader

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mommyghostface28 · 2 months

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Mommy I would probably look like a Oompa Loompa by you I’m 5’1 ☹️😭 that’s sad 😞

that’s not sad! I love my strawberry shortcakes, my fun size candy girls. You are all SO cute 🥰

#wlw nsft #nsft wlw #wlw ns/fw #lesbian nsft #sapphic nsft #bd/sm mommy #nsft lesbian #domme momm #wlw domme

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thottyimagines · 2 years

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Akatsuki Masterpost

Gen

What if the Akatsuki experienced paranormal activity?

Smoking weed with the Akatsuki

What music do the Akatsuki listen to?

How would they shoplift?

Weird sex things

Let’s have a cringefest

Are they masking up?

Can I copy your homework?

Dumpster diving

What if they loved the theater?

Let’s quarantine

Let’s brawl in a 7-eleven parking lot

Harry Potter AU (bonus Yahiko) (Also Deidara and Hidan)

Who wants a one nigh stand?

Who’s possessive?

Purge night

Cursed vibes?

With a pregnant S/O

On oversharing about the toilet

The Akatsuki take middle school

On weak pullout game

On who can learn to be a palatable partner

Have they measured their dicks though?

Who’s having safe sex

What if they were D&D characters?

What do they think of Orochimaru?

Who’s crying at their own wedding?

What if they were frat dudes?

Sending/receiving nudes

ILY frequencies

Undies

Who drives what?

What kind of drunks?

Cuddle styles

Who can kiss

Misc headcanons

Who likes emo girl by MGK?

Who would I turn to for support if I clogged the toilet?

If they were YouTubers

They’re a 10, but...

Giving children “the talk”

(Drake) the type of guy...

Asking someone out at the bar

Reactions to Twitter crashing and burning

A romantic winter stroll

Itachi

What if Itachi were a father?

Headcanons

Soulmate tattoo AU

S/O acts as bait

Comforting S/O

On driving (again)

What if Sasuke’s crush liked Itachi?

More headcanons

Poetry by Itachi (II)

Even more headcanons (II)

If drunk

Soft

Stamina issues (awkward additions)

On being whipped

Dick hc

Itachi is blind

He’s a freak

First kiss/first time

Kisame

What if Kisame were a father?

How he sleeps

Soulmate tattoo AU

Comforting S/O

On being whipped

Dick hc

Skin texture

NSFW hc (II) (III)

Headcanons

BFF Kisame

Hidan

What if Hidan were a father?

Who’s a straight tiktoker?

Headcanons

More headcanons

Deidara/Hidan dream team

Soulmate tattoo AU

How affectionate

Dick size

S/O acts as bait

Soft things

Relationship hcs

With an injured S/O

Dick hc

Random hc

Is Hidan a himbo?

More hcs (II) (III) (IV) (V) (VI)

Modern world AU job

Hidan is illiterate (II) (III)

Marks on S/O

Ideal S/O (more serious)

NSFW hc

Oompa loompa body ass bitch

Whipped?

Love proclamation

BFF Hidan

Kakuzu

Loathes these things

Headcanons

How affectionate

Headcanons (NSFW)

Relationship hcs

With an injured S/O

Headcanon (weird)

NSFW hc

Looking for in an S/O

Deidara

Let’s get sexy

Some headcanons

Academy hcs

Deidara/Hidan dream team

Sad boi Deidara

Soulmate tattoo AU

How affectionate

Name game HC

S/O acts as bait

In a relationship

NSFW hc (II)

If drunk

On being whipped

Dick hc

Marks on S/O

On being a failed fuckboy

Headcanons (II)

Hickey

Onoki and Deidara

Sasori

Experiencing romantic emotions

Headcanons (NSFW) (II)

More headcanons

In a relationship

More headcanons

#masterpost #akatsuki masterpost #thottyimagines #naruto #naruto headcanons #naruto imagines #akatsuki #god this took forever

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wonkasmissstarshine · 3 years

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Therapy Session

Summary: During a therapy session, Willy comes to the realization that he’s in love with Rose.

Tagging: @holdmeicant @trekkitkat (let me know if you want to be added to my one-shot tag list)

A/N: A little shorter than my usual stuff but I hope ya’ll enjoy it all the same.

Things had not been going well since the day of the tour. Willy’s candy sales have been plummeting. Goodness, he felt absolutely terrible. But he wasn’t just feeling terrible, he was feeling lonely. It was funny. He never felt lonely before. The Oompa-Loompas were perfect company.

Were.

Now, even with thousands of Oompa-Loompas in the factory, it was just dreadful. The factory felt empty, despite the many rooms that were anything but. It was like there was something missing.

So, here Willy was, in the entrance hall. He lied on a couch while a sharply dressed Oompa-Loompa sat in a large leather chair (well it was a regular sized chair, but compared to the Oompa-Loompa, it was large).

“I can’t put my finger on it,” Willy began to tell his therapeutic Oompa-Loompa. “Candy’s the only thing I was ever certain of and now I’m just not certain at all” The Oompa-Loompa nodded and scribbled in the notepad. “I don’t know which flavors to make or which ideas to try. I’m second-guessing myself which is nuts”

Willy wasn’t going to lie to himself. The candy was the least important thing on his mind right now. He arranged this time to talk about something not candy related. “But, for some reason, I’m not really caring about the candy. I try to make myself think about it, but there’s always something else on my mind”

Or rather someone, but Willy didn’t have that breakthrough yet.

“Is it just me or does it seem emptier in the factory?” He waited for a response from the Oompa-Loompa. He nodded, not just because he was agreeing with Willy, but because even the Oompa-Loompas felt there was something missing. “It’s silly, isn’t it? The factory seems empty when we have all these rooms, machines, and candy! Not to mention all of you!”

Come on, Willy Wonka. You’re getting closer!

“It seems like now I’m always expecting to see her face when I turn around” Willy was completely oblivious to the fact that he just said her. “But then I don’t, and I feel disappointed and sad. I haven’t felt those things since I was a child”

The Oompa-Loompa jotted that down.

“When did I start feeling this way?” Willy asked for the Oompa-Loompa. “It was when I came home that day. After Charlie chose his family over the factory. Honestly, who would choose family over— Oops, getting carried away. Anyways, where was I?” He took a moment to think. “Right! My feelings!”

He grimaced when he said that out loud. “Ew, my feelings. This is so much harder to talk about than I thought it would be. Anyways, Rose isn’t there, and like I said, I feel disappointed and sad. Then my heart does this weird thing where it feels like it’s sinking into my stomach”

He said her name. He’s getting closer.

“I just want to see her. I want to hear her talk, hear her laugh” Willy frowned, remembering what he said, so stupidly in front of her. “I said that family just hangs over you like an old dead goose. But she’s nothing like an old dead goose! She’s the opposite. She’s like a ray of sunshine that brightens the sky!”

The Oompa-Loompa stared at Willy. Of course, he knew exactly what Willy was feeling, but Willy needed to make that breakthrough himself. He wouldn’t be doing his job as a therapist if he didn’t.

“I made a room for her, you know” Willy was talking about the newest addition to the factory. He called it the Rose Garden room. “I thought by having a room inspired by her in the factory would be enough, but it’s not. I find myself thinking back to that day, when Charlie rejected my offer. I don’t know what hurt more. The fact that he rejected, or the look on Rose’s face. When she just called me Mr Wonka instead of Willy”

“What is that word again? You know, when you feel responsible for having done something wrong?” Willy stared at the Oompa-Loompa, waiting for an answer. The Oompa-Loompa just stared right back. “You’re right, it is guilt! I’m feeling guilty. Not something I’d ever thought I’d feel, but here we are”

You’re feeling something else, Willy. Something stronger than any other feeling you’ve ever felt. You’re almost there.

“That look that was on Rose’s face. Every time I think about it, my heart hurts. And I don’t mean in that figurative way, I mean that there’s a physical feeling of pain there. That I definitely never felt. Not even with my f-f....” Willy held back the desire to gag trying to say the word. “When I was flying to back to the factory in the elevator, I saw her running out of the house. She had her face in her hands. I think she was crying. I did that to her”

“I wanted nothing more than to go after her, hold her in my arms, tell her that I’m sorry and that everything would be alright. But she wouldn’t have wanted to see me, not after what I said. She probably hates me now, and she probably thinks I hate her. But I could never. What I feel for her is the complete opposite of hate. What I feel for her is--”

Willy stopped and went wide-eyed. It just hit him like a ton of bricks. The reason why Rose has been the only thing on his mind, why it feels so lonely without her, why he wants nothing more than to see her again.

“I think I’m in love with Rose”

The Oompa-Loompa smiled when Willy said that. Finally.

“I mean, I don’t know what’s it’s like to be in love with someone, but I think this is it. I love Rose” Willy sat up from his laying position on the couch. “I need to make things right with her! Oh, and Charlie too! Maybe I was wrong after all. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to let their family move into the factory. They do seem like nice enough people. They did bring up Charlie after all, and he’s the kindest, most well behaved child I’ve ever met. Not to mention they raised someone as lovely as Rose”

After muttering some thank yous to the Oompa-Loompa, Willy rushed off to go get dressed. He was about to leave the factory for the first time in fifteen years all for a girl he had only known for a day. But this wasn’t just for Rose, or even for Charlie. Willy was hoping that if he could make things right with the two of them, with their family....

Then maybe Willy would finally have one of his own.

#willy wonka x oc #willy wonka x reader #willy wonka #rose bucket

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promisedneverwrite · 3 years

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Until Dawn

A Vamp! Poppy x Werewolf Bea fic

A retelling of Queen B with added story plot

Tag list: @somewillwin @veenast @stanzoeywade @shows-simp-card @barnibumblr @tragic-tm @baexpoppy @noixngn @ashleyfenner @zeusasterion @captainpowerless @louvmin @maskedalienfreak @thescarycatishere @feliiix @depressedfrenchfry @spoonanarmadillo @amswanmills @frozelemonade @waterinathermostat @rayvenz3 @wolfietheduckyou @chipo1804 @soft-round-bees @lazynightmareblaze @somin-yin

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Chapter XII

Bea makes her way behind the bleachers and finds Zoey in front of the broken throne. Bea reaches Zoey checking her if she’s hurt.

“Zoey, are you okay? What happened?”

“I’m fine. I don’t know what happened! I came to check things out and it was like this. Bea, I’m so sorry.” Bea stands in front of Zoey looking up a bit at her to meet her eyes, taking one of her hands in hers while the other rubs her arm comfortingly.

“Don’t be, it’s not your fault. I’m just glad you’re not hurt.” Zoey pushes her away a bit and frets.

“Maybe we still have time to fix the intro.” Bea’s heart twinges as Zoey looks a bit lost and distressed. Bea clenched her fist feeling her blood boil.

“Fix your intro? As if, losers. You’re over. It’s done. You might as well just, like, call an Uber and leave.”

“Ohmygod, chlo, you’re so bad.” Chloe and another blonde, Trixie strut up to her matching smirks, Bea hands twitch.

“You’d be lucky enough to meet him when I’m done with you. I’m in no mood for games right now, St. James. ” Bea glares icily, her voice deep with growing irritation. The two girls smartly stay far away from her but Bea could sense their fear even from where she stood. Trixe bounces from foot to foot, like she was holding something in when she blurts it out.

“Farmsville, you look hot! Poppy was too much of a cheapskate to buy us new outfits.” Chloe whirls on Trixie anger written on her face.

“Do not insult Poppy, when you can't even do a high kick right.” Bea silently watches eyes still on them. “Anyway, farmsville, so sad about your throne. But we’re innocent bystanders.” Bea’s eyes narrow at the hammer in her hands.

“You have a hammer.” Bea’s voice is soft, but it’s chilling.

“No I don’t.” Zoey glares and she gets out of her funk.

“It’s literally in your hands. I would accuse you if playing dumb, if I didn’t know for a fact that you weren’t playing.” Chloe scoffs.

“Think what you want, oompa loompa one and two, there’s no video surveillance back here to prove me and trix did anything.” Bea turns slowly.

“Oh?”

They all freeze. Bea’s form seems to grow slightly, eyes a lighter shade. “So there’s no cameras back here to see me completely erase you from this life. Hand me the not hammer, Chloe. I promise you won't feel a thing.” Bea slowly walks towards them, murderous intent leaking from her.

“Ah, I just got my nails done!” Zoey tries to stop Bea but only proceeds to be dragged along as she just keeps walking, yellow eyes not straying from the two girls who scream and cling to each other as they run away.

“Ah! Help! Farmsvills got rabies!”

“Ohmygod, she’s like, psycho! This is so bad for my energy.” They scurry off and Bea scoffs.

“Wussies.” Bea takes a second to calm down. “So that was shitty. What do we do now Cap.”

“I might have a solution. It’s a long shot, but if it works, your performance would become a thing of Belvoire legend.” She taps away on her phone as she continues. “Your throne was to give you a grand entrance… but what if we can give your whole performance an upgrade?” Bea gasps and holds her hands.

“You’re gonna perform with me!” Zoey laughs and kisses her nose.

“Belvoire couldn't handle both of us, boo. I’m talking about star power here. Something… scratch that, someone that Belvoire crowd will lose their minds over.” Bea doesn’t understand, still looking at Zoey hopefully.

“You’re so cute.” Zoey pinches her cheek and then shows Bea a picture of Jaylen Riaz. Bea’s squints, holding her hands together by her pursed lips.

“Uh hypothetically...right? Umm… Would you be disappointed if I didn't know who that was?" Zoey blinks.

“Babe.” Bea averts her gaze.

“I don’t know what to tell you.”

“We’ll talk, but for your info her tour just finished. It’s all hush hush, but she’s back in New York to record her next album. The single you’re dancing to is gonna be on it. Just say the word, and I’ll call up my mom and have her convince Jaylen to perform live during your performance.”

“You’re really too good for me.” Bea looks at Zoey, emotions overflowing and she tears up a bit.

“I’ll take that as a yes! Oh my god stop crying, I’ll start crying too.” Bea wipes her eyes and hugs Zoey as she dials up her mom and starts negotiating. Thirty minutes later Bea, a bit more knowledgeable about Jaylen, introduces her to the football team.

“Thank you for like the millionth time, Jaylen. I literally own you and Zoey in my life.”

“Thank you for inviting me! I love performing for local crowds. It just feels so much realer, you know.” Bea only nods, not trusting herself to not make a fool of herself. Carter grins as do the other boys pumped at the new addition.

“This is so cool! I listen to ‘Left me on read’ whenever I’m doing my cardio and it totally pumps me up.” Carter does a little dance to the song. Luis goes over to Jaylen smiling.

“My sister's a huge fan. Could I get an autograph for her?” Jaylen smiles

“Of course, I’ll stick around for a bit after the performance.”

“Awww, this is the part in those cheesy sports movies where they do the team cheer. Hands in, everyone.” Zoey starts the team cheer circle. Bea spots Jaylen off to the side and grins at her and motioning her to come.

“Come on Jaylen, you’re part of the team now!” Jaylen laughs and comes over, putting her hand in the team circle.

“Aw, I love you guys!” Bea grins and turns to her team.

“Let’s show those dancing queens what dancing really is! Poppy’s girls may have their high kicks, but you know what we have?”

“Natural groove?” Ford does his body roll which makes Bea laugh.

“Top notch flossing?” Erik does his dance with a smile.

“A celebrity with hundreds of performances under her belt?” Jaylen supplies.

“You, Bea.” Bea clutches her chest. Luis, bro.

“Aw, stop. We have all that and more. We’ve got teamwork, we’ve got passion. We’ve got what it takes to win this! So let’s dance hard and have fun!”

“I’m loving this hype!” Jaylen feels just as excited as the team does.

“Gooo team!” Carter hoots and everyone hoots after as they head back out just in time to catch the end of Poppy’s performance.

“They’re good.” Bea looks up into the stands as people cheer for them. She spots Kingsley in the crowd smiling and throwing a thumbs up Bea smiles back. Bea shakes off the nerves as she waits on the side of the bleachers when Zoey comes over.

“Hey, don’t be nervous. You’re the fabulous Beatrice Hughes. If anyone’s got this, it’s you.”

Bea takes a breath and grins at Zoey.

“I’ll be waiting for my spoils I was promised, hope you didn’t forget.” Zoey raises a brow and an amused smile on her face.

“I didn’t, but who said I was buying you food you wanted.” Zoey pats her cheek and leaves to her seat in the stands. Bea stays still, trying to process what Zoey just said.

“Drat.”

Give it up one more time for the Zeta House Dancing Queens!

Bea raises a brow as Poppy struts over once again glancing at her searchingly before bumping into her shoulder. Bea sighs as Poppy once again ends up on the floor, she goes to help her only to be brushed off.

“Jeez, it’s like you want to end up on the floor.” Poppy bristles as she dusts off her clothes, flicking her hair.

“My condolences for the little mishap with your chair earlier, but we all know there’s only one throne around here.”

Next up, put your hands together for Bea hughes and the football team!

Bea smirks as the intro music starts.

“Actually, Pinky, let me give you my condolences. I hope you’ll recover from this.”

Just then, Jaylen drives up in her convertible as her new single starts playing over the loudspeakers.

“Hop in, Bea.” Bea smirks at Poppy's surprised face as she passes her.

“Thank you, kindly.”

“No. It can’t be.” Bea hops into the passenger seat of the convertible waving her fingers at Poppy. Jaylen hands Bea the mic as she drives them onto the field.

“I got a special treat for you thoroughbreds! Here to perform her newest single… make some noise for Jaylen Riaz!” Bea hands back the mic as gasps and screams of excitement roar through the crowd.

“What’s up, Belvoire! I’d like to give a huge thank you to Bea who invited me out here today! This song’s called ‘Concrete Jungle’.” Jaylen parks her convertible centerfield. You hop out as she belts the opening lines of her song. The guys move into position and Carter nods at her.

“Bea, catch!” Bea catches it with a high jump and flourish.

“This one’s for you, Belvoire!” Bea kisses the ball and throws it into the crowd right into a crowd of frat boys. They holler and cheer.

“Damn, girl’s got an arm on her!”

The dance routine is more lively, an excited energy building up as they go through the moves. Bea ends up back to back with Jaylen singing. Bea smiles even more as she hears Chloe’s voice sing along.

Flashes of lights go off as the boys do their solo dances and Bea does her own winking at the crowd as her hands roam over herself with her body rolls.

Jaylen sings the part about calling shots and kissing who she wants. And the camera narrows in on Bea up on the big screen.

Bea’s killing this dance solo. The dancing queens better be taking notes.

Bea’s eyes look at the crowd, eyes going to the bleachers and her eyes land on Poppy. Bea grins as she see’s Poppy’s eyes widening as she comes closer and closer, a plan formulating in her head.

That’s right, folks! It’s the KISS CAM! Who’s getting lucky today Bea!

“No way in hell, Farmsville! Get the hell away from me.” Bea gets close enough that she’s a step away from her then moves past Poppy and quickly turns around to wait. Poppy whirls around just as she hoped and Bea grins before kissing her lips. Poppy squeaks as Bea nips her bottom lip as she backs away with a smirk, Poppy's eyes still wide in surprise.

"Made you look." She watches as Poppy slowly turns a different shade of pink.

Bea turns to the kiss cam and sticks her tongue out with a peace sign of victory before she scrambles back onto the field as Poppy waves her fist around to hit her. Bea makes it in time for the last pose winking at Poppy who fumes off the side.

“BEST. HALFTIME SHOW. EVER! Hayley, tell me you got a vid of that finale?” Michael cheers.

“Already posted. That was so awesome!”

“Give it up one more time for Bea Hughes and the thoroughbred football team! I know who I’m hitting up for my next music video.” Jaylen smiles waving to the roaring crowd.

The crowd goes wild and she sees Zoey hop down the steps towards her. Jaylen stays for a bit signing autographs and taking pictures, and hugging the team before leaving with style in her convertible.

“Bea your performance worked! Look at what the T just posted!” Zoey shoves her phone in Bea's face. Bea pulls it away a good distance away before hurriedly reading it. She turns to Zoey who smiles at her widely.

“Ah, hell yeah! I knew Bea had it in her!” Ford claps her back and Bea laughs.

“No. No! Everyone shut uuuuup! This is all some kind of sick joke.” Poppy comes on the field but Bea gets tackled by Luis who thinks now is a good time to have a wrestling rematch. So Bea doesn’t hear the fall out of Poppy and Carter until the announcer voices it as Bea once again choke-holds Luis.

Did I hear that right? Did Poppy just dump long-time boyfriend and football team captain Carter Jackson?

“EVERYBODY SHUT UP! THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING! KICKOFF DAY IS MINE!” Bea releases Luis when Poppy turns to her.

“Beatrice Hughes, you small-town tramp! I don’t know what tricks you’ve been playing to get this far but they’re OVER!” She lunges at Bea who stares as the entire football team grabs her. She looked like a hissing cat. The crowd gasps.

“Get off the field, Malibu Barbie.”

“You’re an embarrassment to the thoroughbred name!”

“Bea Hughes is our real queen, imposter!”

In a fit of rage, Poppy flips off the entire crowd and stomps off the field. Bea watches silent, and the crowd cheers for her still. Bea watches as Poppy glances back at her before she leaves completely.

“This is officially the best day ever. I think this victory deserves a little celebratory je ne sais quoi, don’t you?” Bea turns to Zoey pouting.

“Did you really mean what you said about only buying food you wanted?” Zoey coos as she pulls Bea into a hug which Bea nuzzles into.

“Sweetie, I was just joking… kind of. We'll get you food okay?” Bea grins evilly as Zoey can’t see her face. Score! Bea pulls out of the hug and holds out an arm to her and Zoey accepts with a laugh as they make their way out of the stadium… right into a war zone.

Poppy’s surrounded by Alpha’s and Zeta’s as she shrieks at the top of her lungs at a girl who lowers her gaze to the ground.

“What in the hell do I keep you around for, Trish! I told you to do everything possible to make sure I beat Bea Hughes!”

“What else was I supposed to do? You already had Chloe and Trixie ruin her throne.” The girl, Trish she believes, fiddles with the hem of her shirt head still lowered.

“Is there even one speck of intelligence in that tragically potato-shaped head of yours, you lump of pilly viscose?” Luis steps up brow furrowed.

“Whoa, Poppy, chill out. The girl didn’t do anything.” Poppy turns to Luis now, like a snake ready to strike.

“Exactly! That’s the whole problem! She doesn’t do anything! Nobody around her does anything!”

“That’s a meltdown if I’ve ever seen one. Big yikes.” Bea whispered to Zoey tugging her away. Poppy’s eyes spot Bea and she turns a whole new shade of red, but surprisingly Poppy turns away, and leaves the area once again glancing back at Bea with that same look of confusion on her face before leaving completely.

There was a certain feeling Bea associated when being watched. A tingle at the back of her neck, and goosebumps appearing on her arms. Bea frowned as she laid in bed that night, getting up to stand by her window to see the moon half full. The moon would soon become full in the coming days, she glanced to her desk seeing the package she got from home opened. There was a leather wrist band in it, magically enhanced to keep her urges in check during those times. Bea sighed then turned to look out onto the quad, narrowing her eyes as she saw movement further away. To wear or not to wear, that was the question.

#queen b #poppy min sinclair #bea hughes #poppy x mc #zoey wade #chloe st james

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nnightskiess · 4 years

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r e q u e s t : Hi ! How are you ? I’m so sad as to what happened with Naya she was a huge inspiration in my life and It hit me really bad But I want to ask for an imagine where you are Santana’s little sister and you come in to join the glee club and you’re better then Rachel and she starts saying stuff but you pop off on her and Santana backs you up?? If you can, sorry if it doesn’t make sense

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Y/N sat cross-legged on a chair in the back row, texting one of her friends to try and pass the time. Mr. Schuester was late, as always. Her older sister, Santana, walked in with Brittany close behind her. They sat down in the chairs in front of Y/N and turned around to the younger Lopez to engage her in their conversation.

Their conversation was cut short when a loud clap of hands and an exciting yelp, coming from no other than Rachel Berry, interrupted them. Santana immediately rolled her eyes, knowing she was about to say something stupid again.

“You guys, I have amazing news!”

Y/N groaned loudly, knowing whatever Rachel had to say would probably only have interest to Rachel herself.

“I just made up my mind on what song I’ll be singing for regionals.” She went to stand in front of the group. If she had paid close attention, she’d seen that not all of them were pleased with her statement.

“What you’ll be singing?” Y/N cocked an eyebrow when Rachel stared at her for a few seconds. “We can all sing, we’re not your ensamble.”

“Didn’t you see how much everyone loved my solo at sectionals?! I want... I mean, we want that same standing ovation for regionals!”

“Oh, hell no.”

Puck cleared his throat, looking between Y/N and Rachel. “I kind of think Little-Lopez has a point.”

“Yeah, why can’t someone else get a solo this time? Sure, you’re an amazing singer but maybe you should give someone else a... chance... for once?” Artie tried to reason with her but his voice slowly died down after seeing Rachel’s disappointed expression.

The girl looked at Y/N for a split second only to see her with her arms crossed and a sneer on her face.

“So I’m taking you guys don’t want to win regionals then? Because we won’t if we’re changing our obviously, well-oiled, brilliant plan.” She took a deep breath and scribbled the name of the song down on the whiteboard- Always Starting Over from the musical If/Then.

“Listen here, Berry.” Y/N cocked her head to one side, “That obviously, well-oiled, brilliant plan of yours makes us look like your jazz hands, dancing oompa loompa’s who are just there to try and make you look better. Well, Willy Wonka, get this- I’m done being your background furniture that you picked up along the road just because we were free to take and have piss stains all over us.”

Santana whistled proudly at the insult her younger sister had just thrown at Rachel and it earned a few hums of approval from some of the other Glee club members.

Rachel was taken back for a few seconds but regained herself and cleared her throat, “Did you forget the cheering I got after my part? Why can’t you see that that’s exactly what we need to win regionals as well?”

“Ptchh, you should get your facts checked because they weren’t cheering for you. We all know I’m the better singer out of the two of us.”

Santana crossed her arms and gave Rachel a smirk, knowing who had won this argument. Everyone knew that the sassiness that ran in the Lopez family wasn’t only given to Santana. When it came to that, the two sisters were basically carbon copies of each other.

“That is so out of line! You talk the talk but when it comes to the performance you don’t walk the walk.” Rachel pointed a finger at the younger Lopez sibling and Y/N shot up, her fists balled up in rage. She was about to lounge at Rachel until Mr. Schue walked in.

“What is happening, guys?”

“Y/N is throwing a spanner in the works of our way to end up on top at regionals.”

Mr. Schue put his bag down onto the piano and eyed the younger girl for a few seconds, silently asking her for an explanation.

Santana rolled her eyes, “Hardiharhar, don’t be so dramatic. Y/N just expressed her displeasure and put her in her place- the lowest of the low in the hierarchy, where she belongs.” She shrugged.

“Santana.” Was all that Mr. Schuester said before turning to Rachel, who pointed to the song written down on the whiteboard.

“I’ve practiced this song for months and I think regionals is the right moment to finally sing it and show them what I got.”

He nodded, “Wow, If/Then is a great musical. Are you sure you can handle this song?”

Rachel nodded enthusiastically.

“Very well then!” He turned to the group, “I think we just found our first song for regionals.” He smiled his goofy smile. Mercedes and Kurt looked at each other before rolling their eyes while Quinn sighed and sank into her chair.

Santana furrowed her eyebrows again and shook her head in disbelief, hoping she didn’t just hear him say that.

“Um...hello?” She waved her arms around until Mr. Schue looked at her. “Okay, good! You do see us! For a second I thought you completely forgot about the rest of us existing.”

Mr. Schue sighed and looked down before eyeing his students, “Listen, I know everyone here works very hard, and each of you has an amazing and unique voice, but for now I think that we should just let Rachel sing the solo at regionals. However, that doesn’t mean that I render any of you unworthy of taking the lead another time. You will all get to sing a part in the second song, I promise.”

“How’s that fair? We didn’t even get a chance to tell you what we would like to sing or show you what we got.” Mercedes spoke up.

“Rachel practices every day. She deserves to sing.” Finn shrugged.

“No one asked you, Finn.” Y/N shot at the boy, who widened his eyes in response. “You don’t have a leg to stand on in this discussion, we all know you will probably get the male lead.”

Y/N then turned back to Mr. Schue. “Everyone knows Rachel is your favourite and I’m sick of it. You treat her like she’s the best thing since sliced bread.”

“That’s not true. I don’t do favourites.”

“Yes, you do. You clearly favourite that vest because it’s all you’ve been wearing for the past two weeks.” Santana shrugged.

Mr. Schuester rubbed his temple. Having to deal with not only one, but two Lopez girls was making him age faster. Especially at times when they let their minds run rampant.

Y/N crossed her arms. “I signed up for Glee club, not for ‘Sing-And-Smile-In-The-Background-Of-The-Rachel-Berry-Show’ club. Half the time, we’re not even on stage during her songs.”

“Wait, does that club exist?” Brittany mumbled under her breath.

“Guys, when have I ever steered you wrong? Please, trust me on this.” Mr. Schuester placed his hand on his heart.

“I think you’re just jealous.” Rachel’s tone was challenging as she sat down next to Finn.

Y/N shot up again.

“Yes, you might know how to sing, but you’ll never be able to leave the audience as impressed as I ever will.”

Santana now shot up as well.

“Qué acabas de decirme?” (What did you just say to me?)

Both girls made a move to lounge at Rachel but Quinn, Mike and Sam held them back. They struggled to do so while Y/N threw all the Spanish insults she knew at the girl in front of her.

“Enough!” Mr. Schuester tried but his voice didn’t stand out in the chaotic yelling. He sighed before clearing his throat.

“I want you both out.” He directed to the two sisters.

“Now!”

Everyone fell silent and it seemed to do the trick. Y/N slowly turned to him. Mr. Schue had a stern look on his face while he glared at the siblings. He kept pointing at the door.

“Fine.” Y/N grabbed her backpack, waited for Santana to dust herself off and grab her belongings too.

“You know what? I could use a break.” Santana huffed as both of them walked out of the room. Their heads held high, no dignity lost over what just happened.

They walked to the football bleachers where Santana immediately lit up a sigaret.

“Do you think he kicked us out... permanently?”

It was times like these, when it was only the two of them, where Y/N still depended on her older sister.

“Maybe.” Santana shrugged her shoulders, “If he can’t appreciate having you in the club then that’s his loss.”

Santana gave Y/N a playful nudge with her shoulder when the younger Lopez still seemed deep in thought. Y/N looked up to see Santana’s soft smile and she immediately sent her a goofy smile back.

“They can’t go to regionals without us. And if they do find a way, we’ll just have to start our own Glee club, huh?” She smirked. “I’m sure it won’t take long before Mercedes is sick of it as well.” She comforted her little sister.

“Yeah, but what will we do in the meantime?”

Santana furrowed her eyebrows, wanting Y/N to elaborate.

“I can’t believe I’m about to say this- but I actually really like Glee club and I was pretty excited for regionals.”

Santana nodded, “I know you do. I can see it in your eyes when you sing.” She took another drag of her sigaret. “Between you and me, I enjoy singing in Glee club as well.”

Y/N nodded softly and brought her legs close to her body so she could let her chin rest on her knees.

“San?”

Her sister hummed in return.

“Was Rachel right?” She looked up at Santana, “Am I really not giving that good of a performance?”

“Baby, no.” Santana gave her a stern look, telling her not to go there. “You might’ve only done one couplet by yourself so far... but even in the songs where you sing background vocals, you manage to outshine the rest.”

“But there must be a reason why I haven’t got the chance to lead a song yet.”

“Yup. And that reason is Rachel, dwarf, Berry.” Santana shrugged. “You know I’d tell you if you sucked.”

Y/N laughed at that, Santana so would.

“If Mr. Schue isn’t letting us show him what we got, then we have to come up with another way to get through that head of his how capable you are of leading a song.”

Santana suddenly stood up, put out her sigaret with her shoe and motioned for Y/N to take her hand.

It was a few days later and neither Santana or Y/N had attended Glee club after what happened on Monday. Rachel had made herself very clear to Y/N that she was very disappointed in her since Y/N’s jealousy caused the club to not be able to partake in regionals. Brittany had tried convince the two girls to join Glee club again with a clumsily, selfmade powerpoint and even Finn had kindly asked them to reconsider going back. But they simply couldn’t, at least not just yet.

But now that it was Friday, everything was ready to go.

The two Lopez girls decided to wait a few minutes until everyone was present before they walked into the room. Mr. Schue stopped talking and turned around, a disappointed look on his face.

“We’re not here for a pity-party and we’re definitely not walking in with our tails tucked between our legs,” Santana started as a few band members shyly shuffled their way into the room, instruments in hand.

“We just want to show you that we are fully capable of leading a song.” Y/N spoke as she shoo’d everyone to the side.

“Hit it.”

[glee performance of tina turner’s ‘river deep, mountain high’, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=82lYMlXB-fI ]

Rachel seemed unsettled during the performance, clearly noticing how everyone else was enjoying the two sisters sing. Mr. Schue, who had seem hesitant at first, was now visibly entertained and impressed and had already long forgotten what happened a few days earlier. Rachel sunk further into her seat when she noticed that.

Everyone knew the Lopez girls both had beautiful voices, but that they would sound so well together was news to them all. Mr. Schue now realised what a shame it was that he had never explored letting different kids sing together, and that all his attention had always been on the same people.

What topped the performance off, was the excitement in the sisters’ eyes. They were clearly having fun with the song and their minds seemed to have no memory of why they originally decided to perform. It was just them and the music they danced and sang along to.

But when the band played the last melodies, they suddenly seemed to remember and turned back around to the group with proud smirks on their faces.

On the last note, Santana held her hand up for her sister to high five.

Everyone started clapping and Mr. Schuester stood up, walking up to them.

“Ladies! That was fantastic!” He gave Y/N a pat on her shoulder. “Now that is how you sing a song! Well done!”

Rachel silently clapped along. She would never say out loud how much she had enjoyed their performance.

“I’m sorry, Rachel, but now that I’ve seen this-” Mr. Schue rubbed his chin, “I want to try a different approach at regionals. This is what will get the crowd’s attention!”

He turned to Rachel, an apologetic look on his face, “Do you mind giving your solo to Santana and Y/N?”

Rachel shrugged absentmindedly, trying to make it seem like she didn’t care, “It’s healthy to have some competition. It will push me to become a better performer.”

Mr. Schue nodded and turned back to the Lopez girls.

“Congratulations, you two. It’s yours!”

Everyone clapped again until Santana spoke up.

“No, no, no. I’m backing out.”

“W-why?” Confusion was written all over Mr. Schue’s face. “I thought it’s what you two wanted?"

“What I wanted was for you to realise that there are other people capable of leading a performance.” She turned to her sister, who had been confused at Santana’s decision up until now. “People like Y/N, for example. You take it. I know you can do it without me.”

Y/N tried to convince her otherwise, “But you’ve never had a solo either! We should-”

“Uh, uh.” Santana waved her finger, “I want you to take it.”

The two had a little face off for a few seconds, it was their way of talking to each other without words. Santana cocked her head to the side, knowing Y/N was about to give in.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Fine.”

Santana smiled widely, grabbed her sister and planted a kiss on her head.

“I’ll always back you up.”

She winked at Y/N before the two of them went to sit down, ready for today’s Glee club.

#santana lopez imagine #santana lopez x reader #santana lopez / you #santana lopez one shot #santana lopez #naya rivera imagine #naya rivera imagines #santana lopez imagines #naya rivera x reader #glee imagine #glee imagines #glee x reader #glee preferences #glee one shot

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zettasserda · 4 years

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How the Mighty Fall (in love) - (1/2)

Poppy x MC

words: 1,662

rating: m (swearing)

a/n: alright so as i’ve said in the sneak peak, i’m not a writer and when i do write, it’s rarely so bear with me. i had this idea concept of a confrontation between poppy and mc that happens in the bathroom while mc is being already late to kingsley’s class and poppy wants to have some fun with her.

i hope ya’ll enjoy

Sitting on the toilet and doing her thing, Bea looks around searching for any trace of vandalism. A graffiti here, a renaissance inspired dick drawing there and maybe even a letter plus another letter carved into the wooden bathroom stall - the ultimate modern symbol of love. All of the artistic things she had easily found in at her previous college and grown to love.

She zones back in as she hears someone enter the bathroom, stopping at the sink. Realizing she was done with her thing, she dresses back up and pushes the door open, exiting the stall.

And the person that stands in front of the mirror like on a fucking fashion show, is none other than the Bloody Mary herself. It makes Bea suppresses a shudder, as she approaches the sink.

"I wouldn't want to inhale radioactive particles emerging from your way, villager." Poppy states not even bothering to look at the other girl as she puts her fabulous cherry lip gloss on. Bea rolls her eyes at that, but moves to the next sink in the row. She does a small curtsy in Poppy's direction, which makes the blonde glance annoyingly at the girl's reflection in the mirror.

"Weren't those outlawed in the eighties for being totally lame? I mean, your whole look is so depressing. I may actually be dead right now." The Queen B points the tip of her lip gloss at the new girl's brown sneakers as she gestures at them.

Bea lets out a low hum of disappointment as she turns the faucet on and starts washing her hands, but doesn't ever bother to glance at the blonde.

Her lack of response brought a certain amount of impatience and displeasure on the shorter girl's face, as she taps her foot a few times disapprovingly against the bathroom floor. She checks herself out in the mirror as she starts speaking again.

"Everything about you screams pig mud. It's exhausting to look at you." Poppy pushes, continuing to delicately trace her lips using her favorite beauty weapon. Bea sighs as she finally gives in and pleases the girl with a remark and a question of her own.

"Do you ever get tired tearing other people down?" She prompts the blonde.

"No, not really." Poppy answers nonchalantly as she finally finishes putting her lip gloss on, not before letting out a small pop. There is a short-lived silence between them, until surprisingly Bea cuts the haunting but weirdly satisfying tension first.

"What, no oompa loompas in their Loubuttons following your spoiled ass around today?" Bea throws a curious glance over at the Queen B, wiping her hands with a paper towel nearby.

Poppy glares at the taller's girl reflection on the mirror, shoving the lip gloss in her handbag more hastily than intended. God, this woman infuriated her. Realizing that silence was her only answer, Bea continues pushing and the roles reverse, as they always do. She thrives on testing the other girl, knowing she is the only one who can put her back where she belongs. And it is beautiful and freeing - a great revelation in Bea's life.

"Are they finally aware of the fact that you sleep in a casket and live off the blood of villagers?

She smirks at the blonde after disposing the used paper towel in a trash can, never letting her gaze wander off of the other girl. Bea expects an answer - no, not an answer, more of a snarl, an animalistic growl. She certainly had a lot of training from all that yelling at the poor maids.

"Or maybe they're still chained up at the wall in your hidden dungeon." The new girl folds her arms over her chest as turns to fully face Poppy, lifting her left brow, "When do you take them out for a quick walk?"

This gets her attention, as Poppy turns almost too quickly around to finally lock eyes with Bea.

"Don't be jealous at the fact that I actually do have friends here. And your only known way of making them is snorkeling with Becky the cow in vicious, underhanded local gossip and rolling around in mud." She belts it out like a song and Bea lets herself chuckle at that, because how can she not at the bratty girl?

But the bratty girl doesn't plan on stopping there.

"Also that lame version of Janelle Monae girlfriend of yours is gonna drag your rep down like an anchor to the depths of Freaksville." Bea's sudden smug smile turned cold stare can cut Poppy's petite figure in half, as the blonde only snickers at that motion.

"I mean, how damaged does a girl have to be, to be into someone as annoying as you, Fetus Face." She snorts as she concludes her voiced thoughts.

This fucking girl, both of them think at the same time.

Bea continues staring at her as if she was analyzing a brilliant cut diamond, until she opens her mouth.

"Oh wow, pretty little liar isn't even aware of the fact that her minions don't see her as anything more than a self-proclaimed magnet for popularity and reputation based on levels of fear factor." Bea uncrosses her arms and starts waving her hands in the air as if she was demonstrating a rather unknown history fact to her class. Across from her, Poppy furrows her eyebrows down so hard luckily they don't combust on the girl's face right there.

"What the fuck are you babbling about, treasure trail? They're my friends, they listen to me, they care-" She tries to simultaneously stop Newbie from saying whatever next she had planned and anger-management her way through the girl's sarcastic tone and elaboration.

This time, Newbie doesn't plan on stopping herself.

"Do they really listen to you? Maybe your wallet more? Or maybe you offer some weird sexual fantasies equal to dark fetishes of a sloppy divorced businessman in exchange for a rank level up." She moves a step towards Poppy, who doesn't back down yet, even if she probably wants to vomit at the already close proximity between the two of them. Bea continues pushing, "Maybe the possibility of you throwing a hissy fit when it doesn't go your way which results in somehow expelling innocent students and your so called friends, lingers in their mind every time they look at you, Tinkerbitch."

Poppy seems distraugh as she looks at the brunette hesitantly.

Struck a nerve.

"You don't know what you're talking about, Lumps." She says finally through gritted teeth, after finishing stabbing Newbie with a stiletto in her mind.

Bea decides to do the ultimate move and get up all in the other girl's face as she moves yet another step forward. Now she is standing in front of her, the edges and tips of their clothes almost touching. Their faces inches away as they share the same breath, making Poppy's worst nightmare come true. And Bea's reveling in the feeling.

"Did I struck I nerve? Because make no mistake, Legally Blonde. Every time you open your bitchy mouth to shit on someone for no reason at all except your own dissatisfaction and low self-esteem, you take one step closer to everyone seeing that you are actually pathetic."

Bea doesn't smirk or smile this time after ending her sentence. She gazes down at the girl in front of her with a more sad kind of look. It's pity and Poppy can smell it, making her lower lip tremble in rage.

It takes all of mother nature's willpower and strength not the end the pig girl right in that moment, to take her by her disgusting lice infested curly brown hair and completely destroy her in the academy's meticulously clean bathroom. What a sad death that would be though. For the bathroom's tiles surface, not for the pigsty standing in front of her.

"First of all, your hideous sneakers are provoking me." She composes herself after snapping out of her thoughts, but doesn't back away, "Second, your mustache is thicker than Borat's", she throws a glance at the taller girl' lips and lingers a bit longer than intended before quickly looking up at Bea's eyes again, "so you might want to do something about that." She smiles proudly, thinking of how spot on that reference was on and Bea rolls her eyes at that.

"And third," the blonde continues, "you fucking rustic scarecrow, ship yourself back to Losertown or whatever sad country you came from. You don't know me and you don't know what you're talking about."

Bea doesn't say anything at that. Poppy celebrates her victory.

The taller girl stays mute as she just looks at her curiously for a bit, which unsettles Poppy as her stomach drops a little. Any kind. Then Bea does something that probably almost no one at Belvoire Academy dared to. She glances at the blonde strand of hair on Poppy's forehead that moved there while she was going all berserk with her speech. She casually grabs it between her fingers and softly tucks it behind the blonde's ear.

Poppy blushes uncontrollably at the action as they lock their gaze once again.

"Let me write you a reality check, Ritchy Bitch. Your two apostles? They don't give a fuck about you. Honestly, no one at this academy does." She ends it with a shrug and Poppy hisses, "You don't fucking know anything, you filthy skank." She almost spits at the brunette in front of her, boiling with frustration.

"Do you really think the foundation of a relationship is based on fear and disrespect? How fucking dense can you be?"

"I don't give a fuck about your free lessons on ho-" A hand covers her mouth suddenly which startles Poppy, but keeps her in her place as intended. Dark brown eyes appear even more closer than they were before, as Bea's face was inches apart from the blonde's own.

"I'm talking, shut up." Bea orders and Poppy complies.

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tagging people that wanted to be tagged and shamelessly tagging those who i think might enjoy this fic:

@uhh-the-green-thing @origmansello @ save-me-the-last-dance @ ognenniyvolk @ imdreamingof-you @ nias-missellarious @ uselesslesbianfr @ jkeiontheworks @somewillwin @kamilahtrash @poppysminion @captain-hanadeleine @simpforpoppy @poppysmc

also happy queen b day!

#queen b #poppy x mc #poppy min sinclair #playchoices

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willymywonkers · 3 years

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The Factory (5/5)

Summary: It's been a few weeks since the Factory tour, and Maude is much happier than she ever was. Charlie comes over, and tells her about his experience with Willy. She finds that he rejected Willy's offer. However, she gets a surprise visit from a familiar stranger.

A/N: the final chapter baby!!! I know it's this series was short, but I promise I will still be posting other stories with Maude and Willy, I've just got some major school shit to work out. My Masterlist should be up tomorrow.

Tagged: @holdmeicant @wonkasmissstarshine

It was a mid February day, and things seemed to be getting better for the Buckets. Harry Bucket had gotten a new job, with much better pay, and Grandpa Joe was much better.

Maude was back in school teaching. Charlie couldn't be happier to see her face again.

Maude even started a class teaching kids the chemistry behind making candy. She loved hanging out with the kids, but there was something missing in her life.

Despite being much cheerful, she couldn't get her mind off Will. She noticed Wonka's sales had been dropping. The newspaper began spreading rumors about him, but, of course, they weren't true.

The soft buzz from her door distracted her from her thoughts. Maude smiled, already knowing who it was.

Charlie smiled back at her, wiping the snow off his boots.

"Hello, Charlie." Maude chuckled, inviting him in.

"Hello, Ms. Figgle. Here, I got some extra tips from shoe shining, and I wanted to split this with you." Charlie handed her a Wonka bar from his pocket.

Maude smiled, taking the candy bar. "How thoughtful of you, dear."

She took a piece, but it didn't taste the same. It had a bitter taste, but it wasn't the chocolate. Chewing on the candy suddenly made Maude's good mood shift to a guilty feeling.

"This doesn't taste right." Maude said. The candy didn't have its velvety texture like it used to.

Charlie took a bite of the bar, and agreed.

"Did something happen with you and Will on the trip?" Maude asked, slightly concerned.

"Well, Mr. Wonka offered to give me his entire factory, but he wouldn't let me ever see my family again." Charlie explained.

Maude looked, slightly confused. "Really?"

"Yeah. I thought he was really nice at first. I guess he only cares about himself." Charlie sighed, disappointed.

Maude sighed, just as disappointed.

"Did he ever mention me? At all?" She asked.

"No, I don't think so." Charlie replied.

Maude's heart began to break. Of course, this was expected. She didn't expect Willy to remember her, and how she was his biggest influence in his life.

The cold sad guilt started to consume her once again.

Willy Wonka found himself in an odd situation. Ever since Charlie turned down his offer to live with him, he had been feeling odd. He felt guilty somehow.

This feeling greatly affected his chocolate sales, and he just didn't know why.

Childhood memories started coming back to him. It drove him nuts. He remembered the constant bullying. How he was an outcast to the other children.

Wired Willy is what the kids called him. They would pebbles at his house, taunting him.

God, how he hated his childhood. Willy sat his desk. His mind was clouded, and he could barely focus on his work.

"Check out loser Willy." The kids shouted. "He's like a turtle, slow and cowardly."

Willy couldn't stand it. He was so helpless. He remembered the kids pushing him to the ground and kicking him hard in the stomach.

He gulped hard. It was hard to make him cry, but those memories were enough to push Willy to his limit.

"Hey ASSHATS." A young girl cursed. "Leave him alone or I'll dissect you lot."

Willy remembered the appearance of a girl with messy pigtails and dirt on her face.

She threw some dead things at the kids, and all the kids ran off, terrified of the girl.

Willy wasn't terrified. In fact, the young girl was his savior. He remembered how she loved to chew gum.

"Maude." Will whispered. He felt upset saying her name out loud. She wasn't around anymore, and he hadn't spoken to her in years.

He sat with his supposed 'therapist'.

"I just don't understand." Willy said. "Why am I thinking about her now? I should be over her."

The Oompa Loompa nodded, writing something down.

"I just feel like there's something missing." Willy said, thinking. "I've been feeling terrible, so the candy's terrible. So, how do I fix that?"

The Oompa Loompa shrugged.

Will sat up. "Maybe I'm feeling this way because of my past actions lead up to Charlie ejecting my offer, and I should see things from outside my own perspective." He smirked over at his 'therapist'. "Oh, you're good."

The next day, Willy took a trip into town, wearing all black, in hopes of finding Charlie. He parked his large flying glass elevator in the most convenient spot, and saw the boy shining shoes.

As the boy went on a bit of a break, Willy took a seat on the bench and flipped through the local newspaper, conveniently covering his face.

Charlie kneeled down, and began to work on Willy's shoes.

"I hear that guy, Wendell Walters." Willy began to speak.

"Willy Wonka?" Charlie corrected.

"Yeah, him. I hear his chocolate hasn't been doing well. It seemed to he's a bad egg who deserves it." Willy said.

"Yeah." Charlie agreed.

"Have you met him?" Willy asked.

"I did once. At first, I thought he was nice, but then he wasn't. He also has a funny haircut." Charlie replied, trying to antagonize Willy. He caught on from the moment he sat down.

Willy tossed the newspaper down. "I do not."

"Why are you here?" Charlie got up, and crossed his arms.

"I don't feel so hot." Willy snapped. He sighed, frustrated. "What helps you feel better when you feel down?"

"My family."

"Ew." Willy winced.

Charlie started to get slightly upset. "What do have against my family?"

"It's not your family. It's the idea of-" Willy seemed to struggle on the right word.

"Parents?"

"That." Willy sighed. "And, something else."

"And, what's that?" Charlie asked. "Whatever it is, you should face what's troubling you. My teacher tells me that."

"Well, that sounds like a bunch of baloney." Willy scoffed.

"It's not. She's very smart." Charlie said.

"Then, maybe she should help me." Willy said, sarcastically. Then, he thought for a second. "Actually, that's not a bad idea. Do you think you could show me to her?"

Charlie nodded. "Sure."

Willy smiled wide. "That's great! You know, I actually have trans-"

He ran into the glass elevator face first. "I should really be careful to where I park this thing."

Willy walked into the elevator, with Charlie following behind. He pressed a single button, and they were off.

Maude was in her bedroom, playing the violin. Her fingers danced over the strings as the bow shifted back and forth, playing a calming tune. The smoothness of the instrument brought her temporary peace.

It had been a while since she touched the instrument, since she only played it when she was particularly sad. However, in this moment, she felt contentment.

It did hurt her knowing that Will completely forgotten about her, but she wasn't going to let that guilt follow her into the bright future.

Maude heard a soft knock at the door. She placed the instrument down, walking out of her bedroom.

It was Charlie, of course.

"Hello, dear." Maude smiled.

"Ms. Figgle, there's someone I want you to meet." Charlie said.

Behind him was a stunned Willy Wonka. He gulped hard, nervously smiling at Maude.

She stood there, baffled. "Come in." She spoke softly, gesturing the boys in.

Willy nodded, putting his coat and hat down.

The three of them sat in the living room. A silence consumed the room, as Will and Maude stared at each other for a few minutes.

"Hi Willy." Maude said, finally. "How are you?"

Willy smiled, slightly. "Hey Maude. I'm fine."

"Would you like some tea?" She asked.

He nodded. "Absolutely."

Maude drifted off to the kitchen. After a few minutes, she came back with tea and cookies.

Charlie looked over to Willy, and nodded.

"Ms. Figgle, do you know where the restroom is?" Charlie asked.

"Down the hall, and to the left." Maude said. Her eyes were still locked with Willy's.

Charlie took this opportunity to leave the two adults alone.

"So, you're a teacher now?" Willy reached for his tea.

"Yes, but I teach the science of candy making." Maude said, grabbing a cookie.

"That's great." He smiled. "You know, candy making does require a lot of smarts."

She chuckled. "Yeah."

Willy's smile slightly faded as he looked down at his tea. "Say, uh, would you ever want to get back into candy making again?"

She smiled, chuckling again. "Well, I would. I loved working with you in the factory."

"You did?" His puppy dog eyes were too much to bear.

Maude nodded. "Of course."

His smile soon faded. "Would you ever forgive me, Maude?"

"For what?" She asked confused.

"For coming between you and Ron. I know how much you loved him, and I just got so jealous that I pushed you away." Willy looked down at his tea, stirring it slowly.

Tears poured softly down Maude's cheek. "That's not true, Will."

Willy looked confused. "What do you mean?"

"Ron pulled me away from you." She sniffed. "I didn't love him."

"You didn't?" Willy repeated.

"No." She scoffed. "I loved you."

His eyes widened. He clenched his gloved hands, and gulped. "R-really?"

Maude nodded, wiping off any tears with a piece of paper tissue.

He leaned over to her. His gloved hand hovering over her wet cheek. Will placed a soft kiss on her quivering lips. Maude gave into the kiss, gently.

They pulled away after a minute or so.

Will cleared his throat, and chuckled, slightly.

Maude smiled, holding his hands in hers. She placed her head against Will's chest. Willy embraced the hug, holding Maude in his arms.

"I think I loved you too, Maude." He said. "Do you think you'd still might wanna live with me in the factory?"

She chuckled. "Only if Charlie says yes."

Behind her, Charlie was smiling brightly at the two.

"Charlie?" Willy Wonka began. "Would you and your family like to live in the factory with me?"

Charlie nodded. "Yes, of course."

He hugged both Maude and Willy.

Finally, it became clear to Willy about what he was missing.

This became the start of something beautiful.

#catcf #catcf 2005 #willy wonka #maude figgle #maude and willy #catcf fan character #catcf oc #willy wonka x reader #charlie bucket

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- Willy Wonka Hell day 2

- the rehearsal started at NINE AM for some reason and I got there at NINE AM and the soundboard guy did not arrive until TEN FIFTEEN

- there’s a mysterious leak above the stage??? the kids kept interrupting scenes to say something was dripping on them. guess we’re just ignoring that tho

- in six hours we ran act two 1 and a half times and got through the opening number of act one. help me

- when they were working on bows every....single....group...would not center correctly

- Veruca’s mic.....we’ve done all we can. it’s just not cooperating

- I hate the burp song literally so much I had to do the sound effects for it today and I just. hate it. lol

- made myself sad because I had Cameron Boyce in the back of my mind obviously and at some point my brain was like ‘oh he’d be a really good Mike Teavee’ and then I was like. fuck.

- my theory that the Oompa Loompa’s are really just children injured on factory tours has grown stronger

- I literally survived on water and smarties and nothing else like it’s a miracle I’m typing this guys

- Violet has the only well-staged death scene the rest are just a MESS lmao

- God we got to the dreaded flying scene and- good news, they aren’t in fucking harnesses, but- bad news, they’ve just made an EXTREMELY UNSTABLE stack of boxes for them to stand on and these poor kids were WOBBLING FOR THEIR LIVES

- they had to assign someone to help the girl playing Charlie down because she’s so tiny it’s legit unsafe and the kid playing Grandpa said his boxes ‘tipped backwards a few times’

- someone’s breaking a bone before closing night mark my words

- “tongue pop at me one more time-”

- somehow, in an empty school building, we got interference from a tv station

- I’m losing my grip on reality so I can’t really remember much more rn but. only one more rehearsal left to go! hopefully we can get a full run

#ww vagueblogging 2k19 #musicals #molly mumbles

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gfriend as your girlfriends: [ 🦊 sowon 🦊 ]

g e n r e: f — for fluff

HOW YOU GUYS BEGAN DATING:

you were hanging out with her and the girls at the dorm one night

they had all gotten back from a schedule and you and umji were cooking a meal for everybody bc they were all tired but umji is the only one who would help lol

and sowon runs over to you showing you a picture that she had taken of you from across a table previously on her phone saying “i’m such a good photographer look you look so cute!”

you grabbed her phone and smiled, agreeing with her and sending the photo to yourself. “oh is this from that cafe we went to last weekend? i didn’t know you were taking pictures, creep.” she laughed and slapped you on the arm, “yeah i take almost everybody i know there, it’s the best one around here to go to.”

umji interjected (since she was right there anyways), setting down her cooking utensil with an accusing look on her face, “you never took me there!”

following that, a round of “me either!”s came from the living room and a special comment from sinb: “why do you always take ______ to the good places? is she your favorite or something?”

sowon snatched her phone back with a nervous laugh and a rose color stained on her cheeks, turning around to face everyone else, “shut up! you guys don’t know how to behave and that’s why i never take you to the good places.”

later on, as the mood started to settle and everybody was getting tired from their stomachs being filled to the brim and playing around with each other all night, you were preparing to sleep on the couch as sowon walked in while tying her hair on a bun

“you know you don’t have to sleep on the couch every time, right?” sowon suggested, taking the spare blanket you laid on the couch and beginning to walk back toward her room. “i know the bed isn’t that big but you could at least sleep with me.”

you shrugged and followed her quietly and climbed into her bed directly after she did. both of you were facing one another and she chewed her bottom lip, something obviously on her mind.

“you know how i always buy you those things?” she broke the silence with a whisper as you nodded, suddenly feeling guilty; you never wanted her to, but she always insisteid on you taking her gifts. “like the purses and jewelry and stuff that i always hear you talking about?

“yeah, what about them?” you asked, nervous to hear where she was going with this. she reached for your hand under the covers and your body instantly warmed up.

a shaky sigh left sowon’s lips as she began speaking again, “i’ve just been thinking... and you might not get what i’m trying to say but, maybe you are my favorite. and i know you’re close with all of us, but i was hoping that i was your favorite too?”

she was right; you didn’t get what she was trying to say. of course she was your favorite, you spent most of your time with her; she didn’t see that? “i’m asking you if.. you would want to be with me?” she whispered lower this time, but you still heard her.

you smiled softly and brought your interlocked hands up to your lips, kissing her knuckles, “well, duh. i was wondering when you were gonna stop fawning over me long enough to ask.”

she tried her hardest to hold her laugh in so she didn’t wake anybody else up as she slapped your arm, just like earlier before pulling you in for a soft, sleepy kiss.

YOUR RELATIONSHIP TOGETHER:

if you’re taller than her, she’s really excited about that because she’s used to being one of the tallest people wherever she goes

when she tries to flirt with you she says “i’m gonna climb you like a tree”

if you’re shorter than her she calls you her little oompa loompa even though you hate it but she thinks its endearing

she even told you to dye your hair green once

and you call her rice krispie because her bones are always snapping, crackling, and popping

she still spoils you like there’s no tomorrow, esp. during a comeback or during awards season because she feels bad that her already minuscule time with you becomes even smaller

she tries to take you on cute, secret dates to low-profile restaurants that have amazing food

but it ends up being less romantic than it is hilarious because she sends her food back 5 times before fully eating it then leaves a rating for it on a napkin

and obviously since she has $$$ but she’s still a scammer she negotiates getting the food for a cheaper price since she had to send it back so many times

since she’s mostly busy during the day, she calls you up late at night to do weird shit like go tandem-bike riding in a park or do an ikea scavenger hunt for your future apartment

“aren’t your old, brittle bones too fragile to be riding bikes sojung?” “okay you’re being really ageist right now so i’ll call you back when you can respect your elders.”

drops hints about wanting to live with you and having a future with you all. the. time.

like she’s always sending you links to sleek apartments for sale with a “👀” attached

she’s used to taking care of everybody else but she loves when you guys are all alone and she’s tired from practice or a schedule and you take care of her for once, cuddling her and running your fingers through her hair

even so, she still catches herself having those moments where she acts like an overbearing mother: “don’t forget to wear a jacket today because if you catch a cold all you’re going to get from me is a hot bowl of ‘i told you so’ noodle soup”

and she would be petty enough to buy alphabet soup and make sure to spell out ‘i told you so’ with the letters

she hates when you hang out with sinb, yuju, and umji for a full day because you always come back to her acting like this

but honestly you could say the same thing about her

she knows she’s sexy but gets super flustered if you tell her that she looks good in something; if she tells you though, and you get flustered, she keeps saying it until you vocally acknowledge how good you look

wont allow you to say you’re cuter than her but she’s allowed to do it whenever she wants

“ugh i look so good today, you could never” “i already did... and twice yesterday”

she always talks about romcoms that you guys watch together on vlive and her face goes like 😧 when people comment stuff like “why are you watching so many romcoms lately are you in love lmao”

then she changes the subject

and one day while they’re at a hotel, yerin walks in their room saying “y/n’s on the phone for yooouuuu” in a teasing voice bc she didn’t know sowon was on vlive

and thats how you guys ended up going public lol but sowon wasn’t upset because even though the members and the company knew, she got tired of lying to everyone else

after this she tries to go everywhere with you to show you off because why wouldn’t she?

the other members refer to you guys as the senior citizen couple because you never want to do anything fun and are homebodies

and you feel bad because you’re the homebody and sowon is the extrovert but you always convince her to stay with you lmao

if you guys are able to spend your anniversaries together, she takes you somewhere in europe for a weekend because she thinks its romantic and obviously she loves the food

and she wants to spend the whole day sightseeing together but STILL wants to be up all night talking to you. halfway through she ends up talking to herself though because you fell asleep lmao

the last day she tries to be extremely romantic to make up for dragging you around the whole time (even though you didnt mind) with breakfast for 2 in bed and a warm bath together with rose petals and stuff in it

if you guys are apart because she’s in a different country or she just can’t see you that day, you guys try to text all day but her heart breaks when she hears how sad your voice is over video chat

when you call some other famous person that you’ll literally never meet in a million years cute she gets jealous. like really jealous

“yeah they’re cute but cute is always going to get demolished next to gorgeous. like they’re cute but they’re not me or anything”

when you meet her family they love you because they say they thought she would never find anybody as crazy as her and she’s like “what do you mean crazy?”

when you guys finally move into an apartment together, she insists on you guys and the members moving the boxes because she wants to prove to you that her bones aren’t weak and fragile

halfway through she’s sitting in the bedroom on the lone mattress ordering a moving team and a some food because she can’t take it anymore

oh yeah you guys finally got to go on that ikea scavenger hunt lol and it’s a relatively cheap store but she managed to pick out the most expensive things in there

almost everyday she wakes up to you about to burn the entire apartment down because “i just wanted to make you breakfast because you’ve been so tired lately”

and she tells you that she’s going to put padlocks on the drawers in the kitchen and the fridge if you can’t manage boiling water without evaporating it on the stove

“i think meonji likes me better than you” “i like you better than me too”

sometimes you guys just stand in the middle of the living room, holding each other and looking into each others eyes and kissing a little

she still gets upset if she sees rice krispies and/or rice krispie treats in the cabinets and she’ll hide them from you

ever since her first fashion show she tries to put together your outfits because she thinks she’s a high fashion mogul now

“we’re just going grocery shopping why do i need to get this dressed up?” “do you want to embarrass me in front of the fashion world? they’re always watching.”

you catch her introducing the products she’s using in the mirror all the time like she’s a beauty guru on youtube

and god forbid she gets a little alcohol in her she’s like sojung 10.0

her hands are everywhere on you and she’s saying stuff to you thats making you go 😧

and those are the times you’re thankful that you have your own place together lmao

“but sojung don’t you think the other girls would want me to watch their fancams too?” “oh i wasn’t aware we were in a polyamorous relationship”

if you guys get into a big argument she’ll impulsively grab a pillow and a blanket from your room and try to sleep on the couch but halfway through the night she climbs in bed with you anyways

“don’t think i’m not still mad at you but this is half my bed too” and then you both apologize in the morning because going to bed mad is the worst thing ever

she almost jokingly doesn’t accept your apology because you tried to make her breakfast again

she’s corny and cute so she got you guys promise rings

“i know i can’t marry you right now but i definitely want to spend the rest of my life with you. if you want to do the same with me.. promise me?”

of course you said yes.

and now she can’t stop taking those pictures where her hand is always in the frame so everybody can see the ring

a/n: okay so i know the first part is kinda like a fic instead of just short or medium length bullet points but i didnt realize that until after i finished so i think i’ll just do the “how you guys began dating” section like that for all the girls

#gfriend #gfriend imagines #gfriend drabbles #gfriend fluff #gfriend au #gfriend scenarios #sowon #yerin #eunha #yuju #sinb #umji

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In-Progress Fics (Multifandom)

These are the stories I’m actively working on. If there are WIPs not on this list it means they’re on long term hiatus. I’ve included links (where applicable) and small teasers for each story. This is a bot long so I’ve included a cut. Fandoms include: Sherlock, Doctor Strange, Avengers, and Psych

Psych:

Painted Wings and Giant Rings (rape/noncon warning) Current chapter in development: epilogue Words in chapter so far: 309 Teaser: The dragonflies were reluctant to lift off from the sidewalk – even with three pairs of feet headed their way. A lazy last second hover relocated one of the bright green insects to the bumper of a blue car – though not out of danger. Pudgy fingers reached to grasp it – only to be denied their prize as the child they came with was lifted high out of reach. “Sorry, Phin, mom said no bugs today.” Squirming, face furious, the baby struggled to get back to the ground – a tiny hard shoe kicking wild and impacting a sensitive belly. “Hey -ow! C'mon Son, don't be the Snuffleupagus that only Big Bird can see.” Still wriggling, the toddler grabbed two fistfuls of his father's short beard instead – cackling at the wincing face his actions triggered. “Snuff-up-gus!” he chortled. Behind them both, Juliet giggled – unable to hold her stern expression towards the wayward child. “Shawn, did you just say c'mon son... to your son?” Twisting out of the clutching fingers – surely leaving behind several pieces of beard – Shawn flipped the youngster upside-down – holding him tight by the waist. “I am the father of irony, babe.” Further back, protecting his dollar cup of mini donuts, Gus snorted. “Father of bullsh... uh... baloney, you mean.” “Boney!” Phin chortled – waving his arms. Gently spinning the tiny terror right-side up, again, Shawn rubbed his beard against a petal soft cheek – nearly losing his hearing at the piercing shriek that followed. “Jesus, Spencer, do I need to write you up for disturbing the peace?” Shawn spun on his heels and pressed a broad hand against Phin's left ear; mashing the right one against his chest as he glared at the approaching detective and his family. “Dude, no bad language in front of the kinder!”

OOMPA LOOMPA DO BA DE DIE - Virtual Season 9, Episode 5 (unpublished) Current chapter in development: 2 (of 4) Words in chapter so far: 7,496 Teaser: “Alright, everyone! Are you ready for the first stop?” Shawn gave the room a swift back and forth scan. “I… thought this was the first stop?” Veronica grinned. “Haha! Not exactly, Mr…?” “Spencer, Shawn. And this is my partner, Fannie May ‘Spanx’ Nicoletti. I call him ‘Gummi Bear’ for short.” “Bouncin’ here and there and everywhere.” Gus shared a fist bump with Shawn - toning down his typical come hither leer to a neutral grin. He was, after all, a taken man. “Uh huh,” addressing the group as a whole, Veronica stepped towards a set of plain gray double doors. “So then, if you would please follow me, it’s time to see some magic!” A press of the thumb against the green button next to the doors, and they began to swing apart. Shawn and Gus pushed and wriggled their way to the front - Gus keeping just ahead of his friend with a wicked hip check that sent his buddy plowing into a set of cooling racks. Metal clattering and a round of grousing followed as Shawn disentangled from the rolling racks - almost wobbling into a blue cabinet on the far wall before he got his bearings again. “Dude, cheap shot!” Glares all around from the better mannered members of the tour - the small girl leveling a kick to Shawn’s ankle as he shuffled past her and her grandpop. “Ow! Hey!” Her tiny nose wrinkled at him - her elderly backup pushing up a sleeve in mild threat. “I’d avoid any geese that lay the golden eggs if I were you.” He muttered before moving on to rejoin Gus near the front of the group. But all dreams of technicolor vengeance vanished at the vista that opened before him. Color - like a thousand pixies had just waged battle with a thousand unicorns; their glorious war leaving their brilliant hues across every surface. Bright blue walls, orange ceiling, green floor, blazing yellow packing crates… even the uniforms of the factory works were splashes of rich lavender vibrance. Veronica was nearby; expounding on the factory and the management of blah blah. Shawn, however, was locked in on the source of all that was right with the world. A glorious, gushing masterpiece of culinary and engineering mastery. “Gus!” His hand latched to the right, gripping with fervor at the same moment that Gus snatched his arm right back. A hard swallow, and they both spoke with the awed wonder of two supplicants meeting their Master. “The Cocoa Cascade!”

Sherlock:

The Tiger and the Shark (rape/noncon warning) Current chapter in development: 21 Words in chapter so far: 2,349 Teaser: While Sherlock was settling, once more, John pressed the button on the control pad, next to Sherlock's bed, to alert the nursing staff. With Sherlock awake they'd want to do a vitals check now rather than have to wake him later. “Any pain?” Sherlock opened his mouth and John lifted his chin. “Don't lie.” Grimacing, the detective pushed out his lower lip. “Some. Shoulder, mostly.” “How about the arm?” Sherlock rotated his right hand and jerked with a hard flinch. “Tender.” “Yeah, I'll bet. Maybe try not to move it next time, ta.” Another touch to Sherlock's brow; concern when Sherlock didn't so much as roll his eyes this time. The numbers on the monitor hadn't changed in the last ten minutes and John rubbed his fingers across his lips. “Is it bad?” His eyes may be glazed over but Sherlock's perception was still sharp. John dropped his hand back to his lap where he rolled a loose thread from his jumper. “Well, it's not good. Fever hasn't gone down, yet. We can change out your ice packs, however, and your nurse should be...” The smart knock finished his sentence as a young man eased open the door and popped his head in. “Oh, hey, look who's awake, then.” He smiled through his thick Welsh. “Now then, Mr. Holmes, I understand you'll be needing a top off.” Clearly less than thrilled by the affable man, Sherlock pulled his right arm towards himself, in spite of the wince it caused. “Go away.”

Unpublished Molly-centric story fill set between TRF and TFP - eventual Sherlolly (domestic violence warning) Teaser: “I just wanted to let you know that... well, Dennis is scheduled to be released this afternoon. I didn't find out myself until twenty minutes ago. I know he was meant to be in longer but... well we both know the justice system is a joke. Listen... call me, alright? Let me know... well, I'm here if you need me, yeah. Christ. Just, look after yourself, Molly. I'll talk to you soon.” Molly hung over her sink long after Greg's message had ended.

MCU:

Avengers: New Beginnings (not Avengers Endgame compliant) Current chapter in development: 3 Words in chapter so far: 1,415 Teaser: His head was throbbing. Anxiety wasn't new to him. Since The Bite he'd felt various degrees of nervous energy plucking at the back of his skull. Those first weeks, while trying to make sense of sticking to everything and breaking way too many glasses in a suddenly astounding grip, he'd also been trying to get a grip on the flood of adrenalin surging through his blood on a regular basis. But this... since coming back from the Dusting, he couldn't stop the feeling like... like his senses were going crazy. Like, at first he'd just thought it was because he'd come back in time to see Mr. Stark collapse; arm charred and body starting to seize. He'd thought Thanos had been terrifying but to stand there and helplessly watch Tony just... dying... But then Doctor Strange had opened one of his spin-y portals and Mr. Stark had been carried through and Peter had raced after them and then he was in a hospital and everything had gotten blurry in his memory but he remembered sitting next to Happy and eating Kettle chips until he'd suddenly had to throw up and then he couldn't stop throwing up and for some reason Happy had been holding his head and then Peter had been crying... But Mr. Stark had survived. They'd had to cut off his arm but he'd survived. And Peter had... well he'd smiled at him, when he'd started to wake up and was all groggy and Tony had made a joke and Peter had smiled. But then... but then he'd... cried. Just cried and rubbed his eyes and it wouldn't stop and Mr. Stark and grabbed his sleeve with one hand and pulled him across his chest... It had been nice. Weird and sad and happy but... nice.

“What Did You Do?” Stephen Strange 2019 Bingo Prompt (unpublished) Teaser: “I groveled. I groveled my ass off. And then I made sure that I followed through on every single promise that I made to her.” Was the answer to the question that Stephen had never, actually, asked. Was there something on his face that screamed “single guy in desperate need of dating advice”? “What?” Tony smirked. “You have been ogling the pretty lady doctor for five minutes. Either you are more of a creeper than I'd pegged you for or there's a history with you two that resulted in the lost puppy face you've been sporting.” Stephen crossed his arms. “I'm not ogling Doctor Palmer. I'm making sure she doesn't just pass me off to; shit...” Tony lifted an eyebrow as a slender young man, pushing at least seventeen, toyed with his Harry Potter rims before angling their way through the soup of damaged, disgruntled, and one seriously put out Doctor.

“Whump” Stephen Strange 2019 Bingo Prompt (unpublished) Teaser: The corded straps tightened over his wrists with every turn of the of the bar; corkscrewing the restraints until the joints in his wrists popped under the pressure. Stephen grunted through his teeth and rocked his head back against the wooden headrest. Muscles twitched in his cheek from the grinding movement of his molars. Zings of pain lanced through his fingers in a steady heartbeat; sharp and electric. The turning bar was locked into place; his hands purpling under the crushing pressure. Too much longer and he'd start to experience tissue death. He couldn't even appreciate the spreading numb as circulation was pinched off – the pain of crushed tissues firing a throbbing ache all the way to his elbows. “There, now. Lovely, yes? You have such beautiful hands, Doctor. A shame about the scars.” A touch traced across the back of his fingers; feather light across darkened scar tissue and Stephen locked his arms around the impulse to flinch. A backlog of remarks sat, wasted, on the back of his tongue – locked behind his teeth with a wad of blue silk. The fabric carried the traces of expensive cologne and sweat; a nauseating blend of sour and bitter that caught in his sinuses. His eyes, alone, remained free to observe; though what there was to see was limited in the darkened space. A bedroom; that much was clear; a large bed layered in heavy quilts, several lamps; all dark save for the one with the shade tilted towards his face. The floor, however, was bare wood; though it wasn't too dark to note the rust dark stains overlapping and soaked into the grain. A simple grocery run. No other worldly battles, no inter-dimensional carnivorous slugs, no maniacal purple aliens, not so much as a flerken in a tree. In fact, his purchases currently resided in a corner of the room – milk warm, by now, the deli meat likely a total loss. No robes, no cloak, no Eye of Agamotto. His sling ring was currently worn by his unwelcome companion – though it was a tight fit on his thick fingers. The ring, along with the rest of his possessions, had been pocketed sometime after the heavy blow had stolen his consciousness. His skull still throbbed and he could feel the tickle of blood on the back of his neck. Unclear how long he'd been out but concussion was almost a certainty. The larger figure circled the modified chair to which he was bound – much like a heavy-duty school desk with restraints bolted at every joint as well as his waist and throat. He could curl his toes and roll his eyes but even his head was held face forward by a clamp surrounding his skull – preventing him from following the movement of his captor as he moved out of sight. He could hear him, however; a gait marred by the drag of his disfigured right foot; an impediment that had certainly not hindered him in abducting the Master of the New York Sanctum. Yes, the thought carried all of the sarcastic weight he'd been prevented from expressing. “I've watched you. Oh, for years, now.” The drag-step moved to his left side and this time Stephen did flinch as heavy fingers brushed across his cheekbone; mortified at the muffled grunt that pushed against the mouthful of smooth fabric. The hand dropped away and then the man was before him, once again. “They never truly, appreciated you, did they; your peers. All of those miracles... all of those lives saved... only to throw you away when they no longer thought they could use you.” The touch returned to his scars and Stephen swallowed – hand jerking against his manacles. “All because of an accident.”

Untitled Irondad and Spiderson fic (unethical medical experimentation and torture warning) (unpublished) Teaser: Tony had, by now, moved from the roof to the sidewalk and it was, pun regretfully employed, child's play to enter – alarms disabled with a flick of his AI. His last visit, an hour earlier, had been a more restrained affair due to the warehouse being in operation. In fact, he hadn't even entered – keeping his surveillance covert (in spite of Nat's assertions otherwise, yes, he could do subtle). The first red flag had arisen upon noting the level of security wrapping the building like a Christmas present. On paper, the place was a manufacturing plant for the military. Nothing weaponizable; more along the lines of meal trays, pop up buildings, carabiners, and the like. The second red flag was location. Why would the military have a contract with a small manufacturing warehouse in the middle of the suburbs? “Interior scan.” The recording had continued to play as he walked; mostly the sound of idle chatting as Peter explored the warehouse. “... I mean it isn't like she can't grow things; she raised me, right? Maybe we just need better fertaliz... what was that?” “I am not detecting anything.” “No – no there was... it wasn't a sound it...” A piercing throb blasted through the speakers; though not as ear-splitting as his first time hearing it. “...en? Karen! Shit! What was... Oh crap, oh crap! Karen! Karen – Mr. Stark! I, ow! Mr. Stark I don't... I don't know if you're still getting this but... but... No!” A flurry of sounds – clangs and what sounded like an electrical hum followed by Peter giving a sharp cry and, most disturbing, a damp CRACK and a scream. There were several seconds of silence. Then... “It's coded to the suit! Mr. Stark, it's code-” And that was it.

“Sed Diabolus” (unpublished - massive multi-chaptered story conceived with the brilliant assistance of @kitcat992) There is very little actual story text at this point - the current development stage is outlining this beast. However, I can share a smidgen of what this fic will entail. This is yet another “fix-it” for endgame. Without giving too much away it involves a a villain from Stephen Strange’s past along with a terrifying and malevolent being from the comics. There will be crossing between universe’s, threats of world domination, death and destruction, fire, explosions...

I have just a small little teaser below but I promise more once the story goes into full production!

Stephen gaped as the floor peeled away from the massive form; pointed ears and red skin; cliché devil it may be the utter horror it projected swallowed any quip he may have conjured. Searing heat baked from its flesh and reddened through his own ghostly form in a way that should have been impossible!

“Sorcerer...” The voice rattled from its throat like a plague of locusts and it grinned with bladed teeth. Without further comment it thrust a clawed hand through Stephen's form... and he screamed as he was engulfed in fire.

#fanfic #wips #multifandom #Sherlock #Doctor Strange #irondad and spiderson #Psych

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aurora077 · 6 years

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Sirius is not on drugs Chapter 2

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12720187/2/Sirius-is-not-on-drugs

Lily’s 19th Birthday Party

“Remus!” Lily called, “Glad you could make it.”

“Of course Lil, you know I wouldn’t miss it,” he chuckled.

She smiled, “Yes yes, I know you give up your hatred of parties for me for one day of the year.”

“Well, your parties are relatively less annoying than most,” he grinned at her. Not that he would really know given that she was his only friend, but he digressed. He was sure his judgement was still spot on.

“Yes well, I try,” she said modestly. Something behind him caught her attention. “Hey come on I want you to meet someone,” she said, resting her hand on his arm and pulling him forward gently.

She steered him to a boy with hazel eyes and messy black hair, who was adjusting his glasses and laughing loudly at something.

“James,” Lily called. He turned to face them, a bright grin on his face when he spotted Lily. “I want you to meet someone,” she continued, “James, this is my good friend Remus. Remus, this is James, my boyfriend.”

Remus raised a surprised eyebrow, recalling all the times Lily had complained about a boy called James who went to the same boarding school as her. “As in James Potter? THE Potter?” he asked.

Lily blushed fiercely.

“Talked about me a lot, have you Lils?” James said, his grin turning smug.

She scowled at him, “Only bad things you tosser.”

“Ouch. You wound me my precious Lily-flower,” he said dramatically, holding his hand to his heart.

Remus laughed.

“So...how did this happen? No offense James but I’d never really gotten the impression that Lily was very fond of you,” Remus queried, “Rather, I thought she hated your guts in fact.”

“Well, funny story actually,” James said, rubbing the back of his head and suddenly looking bashful, “It’s all thanks to you really.”

“Me?!” Remus gaped incredulously. As much as he’d heard Lily grouse about Potter, he’d never had anything to add but well timed nods and sympathetic looks.

“Forgive me, but I find that rather hard to believe,” Remus said, a bemused frown making its home on his face, “How could I, a person who has had literally zero interactions with you before this day, be responsible for your relationship with the girl who, as far as I knew, despised your very existence?”

“Well yeah it’s true you haven’t interacted with me. But you have spoken to my best mate Sirius,” James said, matter-of-factly.

His eyes widened, “You’re the best mate Sirius kept prattling on about?”

“Yes, that would be me,” James said, his grin returning.

Remus had had no idea. “But, what does this have to do with you and Lily getting together?” he asked, still confused, “Sirius and I had a couple of conversations yeah but none of them revolved around you and Lily.”

“Well it went a bit like this,” said James, trying to explain.

*Flashback*

Lily’s 17th Birthday Party

“Ow!” James cried, as Sirius elbowed him in the face, “Watch it will ya Pads? Can’t damage the money-maker.”

“Sorry Prongs, but these bushes are small and do you want to get caught sneaking into Lily’s party?” Sirius huffed.

James quietly conceded the point.

The love of his life was having a party and he wasn’t invited! Oh the injustice! He just had to go see her for himself on her special day, even if he had to do it from afar. He wasn’t supposed to go inside but as he got there he decided that he wanted to place her present all romantic-like on her bed and so here they were skulking around the back garden, hiding in the bushes and waiting for an opportune moment to sneak in.

“The things I do in the name of friendship,” Sirius grumbled.

They had to wait half an hour crouched in those bushes before an opportunity presented itself with the confusion and excitement of the caterers arriving with the cake.

They snuck in the back door and James left Sirius as lookout while he headed upstairs to find Lily’s room.

Unfortunately, Lily had forgotten her cell there, and being a good hostess she had asked Remus to retrieve it from her room so she could remain with the guests.

Sirius, upon spotting someone who would catch James in the act, pretended like he was ill and stumbled about in a faux faint.

“You okay mate?” Remus had asked, and in a fit of inspiration, Sirius mumbled incoherently and looked as miserable as he could.

“Fresh air....come with...feel faint,” he groaned. And Remus being Remus escorted him out front and even lent him his phone to call his mother.

The phone rang a couple times before being answered by a distinctly male voice.

“Mum!” Sirius said, then had a pretend coughing fit, “I need you to come get me at the station. I don’t feel so well. Will have to leave Lily’s party early I’m afraid.”

“Oh crap, thanks for the heads up mate,” James said on the other end of the line, understanding the point of the call and making his way out the way they came.

“Thanks man,” Sirius said, “I feel well enough to make it to the tube, I’ll catch you later yeah?”

“Sure,” replied a confused Remus, “I hope you feel better, uh, I didn’t catch your name.”

“Black. Sirius Black,” came the cheeky reply, “And you are?”

“Remus Lupin,” he said amusedly.

“Well Remus Lupin, I must bid you adieu,” and with a dramatic flourish, he headed down the road towards the point where he and James had previously decided to meet if they got separated.

*End Flashback*

“You’re just lucky you didn’t accidentally go into Petunia’s room that day or you’d never have left alive,” Lily joked.

The thought caused a momentary sadness to descend upon her. Petunia had never forgiven Lily for being accepted to Hogwarts Academy while she wasn’t. She’d never attended any of Lily’s birthday parties since, preferring to stay in her room. This year at least, she was married and off with her new husband touring Europe. Not that she’d told Lily this of course; she found out from her mother.

“Yes well Petunia aside, I did find it strange that he recovered so quickly,” Remus said, trying to lighten the mood, “He’d be good in theatre. Quite dramatic that one.”

“Right you are Remus, right you are,” James grinned.

“But forgive me if I still don’t see how this lead to your current relationship. That was two years ago and back then she still disliked you quite a lot,” Remus remarked.

“Ah yes well that was how Sirius met you initially Remus. The next year, we tried to do it again,” he said.

*Flashback*

Lily’s 18th Birthday Party

“Are you sure you want to do this? She didn’t seem to appreciate your Lily plushie from last year,” Sirius said, once again in the bushes.

“That’s just because no plushie could ever compare to the real thing,” James said, looking in through the window. They were in a new patch of bushes this time, as Lily’s mother had decided to spruce up the garden and had added some lovely flower bushes under the window. It allowed them a nice view of the party inside, and as long as nobody looked directly at them they would be good.

This time nobody stopped them and James managed to somehow get in and back in record time. But Petunia had returned from a date with Vernon before they could leave the property and so they were hiding in the bushes once again until Petunia and Vernon could pry themselves away from each other.

“So gross,” Sirius whispered, looking away. And by that he meant Vernon’s bright orange pinstriped suit with his big green necktie. He shuddered at the abomination that was Vernon’s idea of fashion. “Some people have no taste,” he muttered.

But James couldn’t hear him. For through the window his Lily was hugging this bloke tightly, and leading him by the hand to the centre of the party. She had kissed his cheek as he arrived and smiled so brightly at him that if the sun were out it would have seemed but a candle in comparison. It seemed she had been waiting for him before commencing with the cutting of the cake, which they did together by the way, he noticed. Then the guy fed her a morsel as the rest of guests finished singing happy birthday to her.

James made a weak, strangled sound.

“You okay mate?” Sirius said, noticing his friend’s unnatural behaviour.

James just pointed to the window in despair.

“Oh...” Sirius said, on seeing what was unfolding inside.

They were both silent after that.

“I think it’s best we leave now yeah?” he said, after a few moments when Petunia and her oompa loompa of a fiance had finally gone their separate ways.

James just nodded, and they went back to his house without speaking of the incident.

*End Flashback*

“Wait a second,” Remus said, catching on a bit, “You’re talking about me?! What did you think? That I was her boyfriend?”

“Yeah,” James said, “You can see how one could misinterpret that can’t you?”

Remus could.

“Lily and I are just friends, best friends in fact,” Remus started.

“You don’t need to explain,” James interrupted, before Remus could go any further, “We already talked about everything, so I know better now. But back then I just thought that I was too late and that I had lost her.”

“Remus, if I had known all it would take to get Potter to grow up would be to have him think you were my boyfriend I would have done it ages ago!” Lily said, laughing.

James pouted, “That’s not fair!”

“It is too!” she said, “It was the first time I’d seen him so subdued. Doing his work on time; not fooling around as much; taking his role as head boy seriously. I was impressed that he had matured so much. And he wasn’t being an arrogant berk anymore either. He had actually started to seem more responsible too. And he talked to me normally without all the insane declarations of love. It was refreshing. I liked what I saw.”

“Not that she let me know it of course,” James said grumpily.

#sinod #sirius is not on drugs #Remus Lupin #Sirius Black #James Potter #Lily Evans #petunia dursley #vernon dursley #petunia x vernon #james x lily #funny #humor #humour #fanfiction #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #crack #aurora077

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wrestling-fangirl93 · 6 years

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You’re safe now- An Adam Cole Fanfiction ~ Part 7

This chapter will have mentions of sex, but not full on smut

Waking up to a completely empty bed this morning kinda worried me. Adam hadn’t said anything about having to work today. Especially since today was our one year anniversary, but as i made my way into the kitchen to get some coffee, i saw a box sitting on the counter. being curious ii walked over to it and picked up the note sitting on top

‘Happy Anniversary baby, here’s a little present for you, i’ll be home tonight at 6, i have a very special night planned for us. The girls are coming by to pick you up at noon so you can get your nails and hair done, i’ll see you soon my love‘

i open the box to see a light blue dress, and a pair of white sandals. i instantly smile knowing how well Adam did at picking it out. i decide to quickly get ready, knowing that the girls would be here soon. i take my coffee back to our room, trying to get aleast some into my system before putting up with Billie and Peyton. i love them to death but sometimes they’re a bit over the top.

i quickly slip on a pair of shorts and a tank top. i had just taken the last sip of coffee, when i hear the front door open

“oh y/n” i hear an Australian accent say

“hey girls” i say as i walk into to the living room

“oh you look cute” Peyton says as she hugs me tightly

“thanks” i say

“come on, we have to go get you beautified for your date tonight” Billie says

“so you know what’s going on?” i ask

“yep” they say

“ugh everyone knows but me” i say

“you’ll love it, i promise, now lets go, we’re meeting Candice at the salon downtown” Peyton says

Candice and I had grown extremely close over the last few months, she’s almost like the sister i never had. I've been able to open up to her, and having her by my side has helped so much

i grab my purse and we walk out to Billie’s car.

“are you excited for tonight?” Peyton asks

“yeah, i can’t believe we’ve been together a whole year. I've never felt loved until i met him” i say

“you’re his entire world. even when you aren’t with him he doesn’t stop talking about you” she says

“my life has changed so much because of him, the last 6 months I've been living with him I've never felt safer, i haven’t had a nightmare in months, the flashbacks i do have are few and far between” i say

“that’s great, you’ve come so far in so little time” Billie says

“Adam has shown me what love really is, before he and I were together i never thought i would know what it felt like to fall in love, to have someone hold me close, knowing that i was completely safe with them. Adam makes me feel that way every time i see him. i can’t help but get lost in those baby blues.”

“awww, you guys are so cute together” Peyton says

“can you just get married already?” Billie asks

“one step at a time girls” i say

“speaking of next steps, do you think he’ll propose soon” Peyton asks

“i doubt it, we’ve been taking our relationship really slow. He told me from the beginning that we wouldn’t do anything i’m not comfortable with” i say

“aww that’s so sweet” Billie says

“tonight i have a surprise for him though” i say

“are you pregnant?” Peyton asks

“NO” i say a little too loudly

“you’re sure?” she asks

“uh yeah. you have to have sex to get pregnant, and we haven’t done that yet.” i say

“you guys haven’t had sex yet?” Peyton asks shocked

“no, like i said he didn’t want to force me to do anything i wasn’t ready to do. and until recently i wasn’t even comfortable with the thought of it” i say

“so you’re going to do it tonight right?” she asks

“that’s the plan” i say

“aww that’s so sweet. i’m sure he’ll be on cloud nine” she says

“are you nervous at all?” Billie asks

“ a little bit, but i trust him completely. i guess i’m mostly scared it will hurt” i say

“it hurts a little at first, but after a few minutes, it gets better” Peyton says

“just don’t say anything to him. i don’t want him to know and only be thinking about it all night” i say

“we won’t” Billie says trying to comfort me

We arrive at the salon and see Candice waiting outside. As soon as i’m free from the car, i run to her and give her the biggest hug imaginable.

“happy anniversary love” she says hugging me tight

“thanks” i say

“any idea what he’s planned for tonight?” she asks

“nope. these two know but won’t tell me anything” i say

“well i’m sure whatever it is you’ll love it” she says

“i know both of them will enjoy their night together” Peyton says

my face turns red, and i look at my feet. I can’t believe she just said that. i knew i shouldn't have told her.

“alright lets go get you even more beautiful for your man” Candice says

“i don’t think that’s possible” Peyton says

“This is the one night Adam will see me with my hair and make up done. he’s never seen me like that before” i say

“really?” Candice asks

“yeah, I've always been ready bad at doing my hair and makeup so i never did it.” i say

“i’ll do your make up for tonight” Peyton says

“that would be amazing. i don’t want to end up looking like Shrek” i say

“that would never happen” Billie says

“oh it could. one day in high school, my makeup looked so bad people called me an oompa loompa for the rest of the year” i say

“people are so mean. the important thing is you’re away from them now, and now you have Adam by your side. and if he ever calls you a mean name i will hurt him” Candice says

the other two agree with her. both promising me that he won’t do anything like that. I had decided that i wanted to cut my hair, taking off about 6 inches. oh boy Adam was in for a culture shock tonight.

“oh my gosh your hair” Peyton says

“you look amazing” Billie says

“my head feels so much lighter” i say

“well you did just chop half of your hair off” Peyton says

i looked in the mirror, seeing my hair had been curled, and was now just barely passed my shoulders.

“time for nails” Candice says happily

“oh boy i feel like a Barbie doll” i say as i pick out a shade of blue that matches the dress perfectly.

before today i had never had my nails done, or really had my hair done. i wasn’t one to pamper my self, and Adam knew that. so i was really surprised when he told me to go enjoy a day with the girls before our date.

“you look gorgeous” Candice says as they put the finishing touches on my nails

“thanks” i say

“its almost 5:00 we need to get you home, makeup done and dressed in an hour” Peyton says

“good thing i live 10 minutes away” i say

“yep now lets go” Billie says.

we get back into Billie’s car and she makes the short drive back to my house. as we pull into the driveway, i can still see that Adam isn’t home. which made me kinda sad

“you okay” Candice asks

“yeah, i just thought i’d be spending the whole day with him. not just a few hours” i say

she hugs me tightly

“i’m sure it’ll all be worth it” she says

I didn’t realize an hour could go by so slowly, the girls had helped me get ready, and had left. while i sat on the couch waiting. and hoping he would come in. after what seemed like an eternity, i hear the front door open. and Adam walks through the door.

“happy Anniversary baby” he says

“happy anniversary” i say instantly attaching my lips to his

“you look beautiful” he says

“you should thank the girls for that” i say

“i’ll keep that in mind” he says

“ready for the best night of your life?” he asks

“the best night of my life already happened. that was the night i met you, but i am ready for an amazing night with you” i say

“alright put this on” he says handing me a blindfold

i start to get a little nervous, but put it on anyway. he takes my hand in his and we slowly start to walk, after a few minutes, he stops me and takes off the blindfold. once my eyes adjust to the light, i realize we are standing in the back yard. but he had set it up to be this little romantic spot complete with candles, and rose petals.

“i thought since i know your dream date is staying home, eating dinner and playing video games we could do that” he says

“this is perfect” i say

just when i thought the night couldn’t be better, he le me over to the table where dinner was waiting for us. my favorite steak. realizing how much effort he had put into tonight made me so happy, making the night even more special.

“i love you” i say

“i love you too” he says

“how did you plan all of this?” i ask

“well the guys helped me decorate, and i had Billie and Peyton distract you for the afternoon” he says

“this is perfect” i say

he smiles, and takes my hand in his. i could feel how much he loved me, it was so evident. and i wish i could have stayed there forever in that moment. but i knew the night was still very young.

After we finished eating, we went back inside. he sat on the couch and i curled up next to him. we had played a few round of video games, with him winning. and i knew it was time to make my move.

i straddled his lap and started to kiss him. he acted surprised at first but didn’t fight it. i felt him pull away after i had tried to deepen the kiss. i stared at him with tears in my eyes afraid i had done something wrong

“hey don’t cry baby, i just want to make sure you’re comfortable doing this, and that you aren’t doing this for me” he says

“I've been thinking a lot about it, i trust you Adam, and i love you more than i can express in words. i wanted tonight to be special. i want this. i want you” i say

“you’re sure?” he asks looking at me, trying to sense any doubt

“positive” i say

he picks me up and carries me to our bed. and gently lays me down..

i had never known how amazing that love could be. the entire time Adam and i made love, there was no pain, there was no fear. it was simply amazing to be in his arms. to feel his body against mine. the entire time he made sure i was okay, and not hurting. or that i didn't want to stop. it was simply perfect.

probably my favorite part was cuddling him right after, feeling his skin against my skin. knowing that he loved me and i loved him. i knew that nothing could pull us apart.

@thebutterflygirl16

#adam cole fanfic #wwe fanfiction

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