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guys.. i have a problem 🤦🏾‍♀️

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When you run out of fics to read

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How it feels going to bed after reading some words

It was angst

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finding out making up whole detailed scenarios with fictional characters in your head is a “sign of mental illness”

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The amount of drafts I have is sickening

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OK so I just realized you made a part two but could you make what I recently asked a part three?

Lol it’s all good lovely! Part three upcoming!🥰🥰❤️

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Stranger pt. 2

Summary; When Mattheo finds you in a compromising situation after the break-up— he isn’t sure if he can keep his buried feelings from arising once more.

Hello beautifuls! Since yall wanted a part 2– ask and you shall receive. Hope u like it! 😘💋 (also this was not proof read so I apologize for any grammar mistakes <33)

Tw; angst, toxicity, cursing, anxiety attack, bad ending?, lmk what else

pt 1

Stranger taglist! @delialinda123 @ivrrsarahh @angelslike-you @helendeath @hisparentsgallerryy @kiroyal22 @priyanichhabra  @seijakusstuff @aniloversay @armn4rlert 

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You and Mattheo hadn’t interacted since the break-up, and you couldn’t even recognize the person he was— or the person you thought he was— anymore.

He’d turned into everybody else— a stranger.

You no longer knew him, and he no longer knew you.

You weren't sure how you found yourself back at the Astronomy Tower— your frequent getaway spot with Mattheo— sitting atop the cold flooring, your back pressed against the wall. The beautiful golden locket with a snake, yours and Mattheo’s initials engraved into it clutched tightly in your hand. He put protection spells and charms on it, to ensure your safety. He’d gifted it to you a few months ago, for your birthday.

Before you could recollect your thoughts and emotions, tears pricked the corners of your eyes, burning your nose and forcing your lower lip to tremble.

Memories of you and him begun to flow in, a constant reminder that he isn’t really a stranger, and he’ll never be.

Your heart thumped loudly against your rib cage, the realization of your situation hitting you like an unstoppable tidal wave. You tried to steady your breathing, but this proved difficulty as it became harder and harder to breathe at all.

It felt like you were suffocating, the doubt creeping in and wrapping around your throat— cutting off your airflow.

You hyperventilated, on hand resting atop your erratically beating heart— the other resting on your throat, pleading to open up.

You’d never been this bad after a breakup before. It was like your body was recognizing his absence— panicking once it was unable to find him.

You couldn’t even process the sound of footsteps climbing up the stairs, not until the person they belonged to was right in front of you.

Lifting your blurry gaze, you were met with the distorted figure of Mattheo.

You were too choked up to comprehend, your vision too unclear to make out the concern, and veiled gilt, buried inside his dark orbs. In a swift motion, he was by your side— pulling you into his arms and whispering reassuringly in a feebly desperate attempt to console you.

His ever so gentle hand rubbed up and down your back rhythmically, the other gently pushing back rebellious strands of hair out of your tear filled eyes.

You leaned into him, unable to deny the comforting calmness your body so badly needed.

His fingers danced along the skin of your face, softly patting away the tears that resided upon your flushed cheeks.

Once you were capable of formulating coherent thoughts and sentences, you choked out weakly. “Why?”

Despite the lack of elaboration, he seemed to understand your words completely fine. His dark eyebrows furrowed, his shameful gaze averting from you.

Once he was able to find his words, he spoke up. “Because I love you.”

If he wasn’t so hellbent on masquerading his thoughts and feelings, he probably would have cried on the spot.

”Too much. And it hurts, (Y/N). I’m afraid.”

Your gaze flickered across his features, the pale moonlight reflecting off those beautiful eyes that you had fallen in love with.

There was an unmistakable vulnerability in his irises as he forced himself to meet your gaze. “And I thought if I was cruel— if I made you hate me… if I just- if I just distanced myself from you— it would go away. But it didn’t. I still love you. I always will, and I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you, I thought it would be for the best.”

You remained silent, your gaze searching his for any sign of deceit, or proof his words didn’t hold as much truth as he made them out to have.

But, regretfully, you found nothing— and it made your head spin.

Because, as far as you’re concerned, he remained faithful throughout your relationship. He didn’t sleep or do anything physically with another person. But in a way, he still broke your trust. He proved to be everything he said he wasn’t. You didn’t understand why or how you could still hold positive feelings for him, but you couldn’t deny the truths he spoke.

Your expression softened a fraction, stray tears slowly gliding down the path of your tender cheeks. Your expression slowly hardened once more, your last defenses being put up as anger, confusion and hurt swirled inside your jumbled mind— making it hard to understand your own thoughts.

He looked at you, seemingly distinguishing the anger in your features. “I know, love.” He whispered, “you have every right to be angry. You can hate me. I don’t blame you for a second. It’s all my fault, and if I wasn’t being so selfish— I might have considered your feelings.”

“You can’t do this to me, Mattheo.” You spoke up, your voice hoarse and stuffy. “You— You’re fucking with my head, and it’s throwing me off- and I-I can’t.. I’m so confused.” You stuttered, unable to put your scrambled thoughts into words. “You aren’t supposed to hurt the people you love.”

His heart ached at the sound of your voice, his gut twisting painfully at the words and ragged breaths that fell from your parted lips. “Just one more chance.” His tone was practically begging, the desperation rolling off his tongue.

“I can’t let myself get hurt again, Mattheo.” You spoke, rising to your feet— the cool air hitting you as you removed yourself from Mattheo’s warm embrace. His hand outstretched for you longingly, before he forcibly placed it into his lap. His eyes remained glued onto you, even as you made your way to the stairs.

You looked over your shoulder, your brows furrowing. “I’m sorry, Mattheo. I still love you.” The last sentence was barely an octave above a whisper— your irises reflecting sadness. “I’ll think about it.”

And with that, you descended along the stairs— the emotional and physical distance between the two of you increasing with every step— your shoes clicking against the floor in a break of the heavy silence weighing upon you both.

He couldn’t deny the flicker of hope in his chest following the words ‘I’ll think about it.’ —-

pt 3?? 🤭🤭

and should they get back together???? Give me ideas plssssss

(got the inspo for this when listening to ‘same old love’ by Selena Gomez during writers block so u can thank her for this 😂😂)

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⋆·˚ ༘ * all i want for summer is a pink heart shaped pool 💗🎀

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me @ my mutuals

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Stranger

M.R

Summary; You thought Mattheo was different, but he’s just like everyone else.

Warnings; swearing, mentions of sex, nsfw, underage smoking & drinking, angst. Douchebag Mattheo.

Inspired by Stranger - By Jhene Aiko

I ain’t posted in hella long im sorry if u thought I was dead xox 🥰🥰😘💋💋💋

Pt 2

We at 700+ followers yall!! I love u guys 🥺🥺💋❤️❤️

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You tried to ignore the familiar feeling you would get each time you were around Mattheo. The stinging that tickled your irises each time you started to view him in a new light, each time you saw everybody else in his features.

Why was this such a common occurrence during the span of your relationship? You and Mattheo never talked, and if you did- it was only in bed. It was exhausting and you couldn't deny that.

He was starting to look more and more like the people who had used you in the past. The ones who discarded your well-being for their own sick pleasure. You stared at him from across the Slytherin table, an inexplainable sadness etched onto your tired features.

Mattheo was the last person you expected to turn out like a copy and paste of your past experiences.

It wasn’t always like this. He used to be lovingly attentive, affectionate and gentle with you.

He noticed your gaze, his brow arching in silent question. You swallowed the lump forming in your throat, forcing your eyes off of him. He shrugged dismissively, recentering his attention to the conversation he was in the midst of.

What hurt even more, was the fact that you had told him about the others. Every single one of them that he had promised you he wasn’t like. And you trusted him.

But he lied.

He didn’t care. He never did. And if that information wasn’t crystal clear, you didn’t know what was.

Daphne nudged your side, her brows furrowing in concern as she scanned your melancholic features. “You alright, lovely?” She asked gently.

“Yeah,” you replied, your voice quieter and shakier than you had intended— blinking back the tears that threatened to escape your glossy eyes. “I’m okay.”

She gave you an unbelieving look, but decided against being pushy. “Okay, babe. Let me know if you need anything, yeah?” She offered a soft smile, her brows furrowing.

“Sure,” you replied, a grateful tone to your voice as you nodded.

She went back to chatting with Pansy, and you found your regretfully longing gaze flickering back to Mattheo. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t hurt. Because it did. It hurt so bad.

He wasn’t paying you any mind, blatantly unconcerned despite the sadness he found in your expression. He boasted about something or other to Theo and Blaise— both of the boys watching him verbally show off in amusement. Usually, you would have been fond of the sight. He was an idiot, but he was your idiot. Or— well, he was.

It was routine for you now. This wasn’t your first rodeo— you knew how this worked.

So, the same night— when he laid you down in your dorm room, you couldn’t even look him in the eye. Not that he cared, or anything.

And when he left, you lied in bed— your gaze locked onto the ceiling. You’d lazily thrown a t-shirt and underwear back on— Mattheo nowhere to be seen. He didn’t even have the decency to stay back and make sure you were okay, and help clean you up. Not like he used to, anyways.

The hickeys and bite marks littering your skin were a constant reminder of what once was. Shame engulfed your body, an all too familiar feeling.

You couldn’t control the tears beginning to spill from your eyes, streaming down your cheeks in a rapid manner. You broke down, your body wracking with sobs— burying your face into a pillow to muffle said sobs.

When your roommates walked in, Daphne and Pansy, they immediately saw your state— rushing to your sides and consoling you as you fell apart. They shared a worried glance, knowing exactly what— or in this case, who— caused this.

Over the next few days, you’d been avoiding him. Daphne and Pansy both covered for you, giving Mattheo bullshit and half assed excuses as to why you couldn’t see him.

But, it’s not like he was actively searching for you, anyways.

You thought you were indifferent to this by now. You wanted to be. But you actually trusted him this time, you loved him.

But as you stared at him from across the Potions classroom, watching as he flirted shamelessly with girls who hung onto his every word— you knew you’d never become accustomed to the hurt and pain that followed betrayal.

You knew you had to cut things off, and that’s exactly what you did. You couldn’t allow yourself to mope around aimlessly for any longer.

After class, you pulled him into an empty hallway and went off— cussing him out in an emotion fueled rant. He got what he wanted, and he no longer needed you. He made that very obvious.

He replied with a simple, “okay,” before turning and disappearing down the hallway. You watched as he left, the sound of your heart shattering echoing throughout your own ears.

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THIS LMFAO

IM SO SICK OF PEOPLE MISCHARACTERIZING JOHNNY😭 HES A FULLY INDEPENDENT PERSON THAT HAD TO LEARN TO FEND FOR HIMSELF DUE TO NEGLECTFUL PARENTS. HE KILLED SOMEONE TO PROTECT PONYBOY AND HIMSELF!! HES NOT SENSITIVE, HES JUST AFRAIF OF GETTING HURT LIKE SO MANG ITHER TIMES BEFORE. HES JUMPY AS A SURVIVAL INSTINCT‼️‼️ IT GETS ME SO MAD😭😭

thank u for coming to my ted talk 🗣️🔥

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I WONT HIM

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Deadly games

Billy Loomis and Stu Macher x Fem! Reader

Summary: it started with an eerie phone call from a handsome sounding stranger. You were surprised when he attacked you, but it turned out a lot different than you had expected.

Warnings, attempted murder, gore.

Now playing: Goodbye, my danish sweetheart -mitski

Next up: oblivion -grimes

THANK YOU FOR 400 FOLLOWERS!! I LOVE YOU ALL SM ❤️❤️❤️

The phone on the kitchen countertop made you jump as it sang a repeating melody. You got up hesitantly, averting your eyes from the slasher flic playing to look at the ringing house phone.

You got up and answered it, putting it under your hair and speaking into it. “L/n residents.”

“Hello?” A deep raspy voice replied.

“Hi?” You raised a brow in confusion.

“Who is this?” The voice asked.

“I think I should be the one asking you that.” You smirked. “Who are you trying to reach?” You walked back over to the couch and sat down on it, continuing to watch your movie.

“What number is this?” The deep voice sounded mockingly curious.

“What number are you trying to reach?” You asked, cocking a brow.

“I don’t know.” The male responded.

“Hmm. There’s not much I can do for you then.” You smirked.

“Have a good day.” You we’re about to hang up, when the voice spoke up once more.

“Wait! What’s your name?” He asked.

“If you tell me yours I’ll tell you mine.” You smirked teasingly.

“Oh come on, I just wanna know who I’m looking at.” The voice said eerily, and suddenly the atmosphere was a lot more ominous than before.

You raised a brow. “So you’re looking at me?” You asked, assuming it was just a sick joke.

“What?” The voice asked, sounding surprised.

This made you smirk. “What do you think? Am I pretty?” You asked jokingly.

“I dunno, why don’t I come out to get a closer look?” They asked.

“Do it, then.” You smiled.

Suddenly, the closet to the left of you bursted open, revealing a man in a black cloak and a mask with a permanent scream.

Your eyes widened, as your head screamed at you to run but you couldn’t. Your feet were planted as you both started at eachother.

Something shiny flashed in his right hand, and you looked down, seeing a good sized hunting knife. He launched at you, forcing you to quickly move out of the way and make a run for it.

You headed for the back door that was stupidly wide-open. You felt the masked man grab you by your hoodie, and pull you back violently. You slammed to the floor as he ran to get on top of you. Your head throbbed as a streak of blood fell from your forehead and nose. You turned around and lied on your back as he got on you, each leg on either side of your waist.

You weren’t scared, and you didn’t look scared.

This confused the masked man.

You too stared at eachother as he was on top of you. You gently raised your hand to lift up his mask.

He grabbed your wrist softly, before bringing his other hand up to lift his mask up slightly. His mask was lifted up only enough to reveal his mouth.

He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your mouth, and you melted into his touch. You leaned into him, attempting to make the kiss last longer, but he pulled his mask back down and stood up. He nodded at you, before turning and disappearing into the darkness of your back-yard. You touched your lips and smiled to yourself.

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Hi! I love your writing and i was wondering if you could do a smut with, Fem!Reader x Theodore Nott where reader and theodore touch eachother under a table in the library or in another setting?

Ofc babes! 💋

Under the desk

T.N

Summary; Y/n and Theo just can’t seem to get their hands off of eachother. Especially when they’re horny.

Warnings; smut, masturbation, fingering, jerking off, Public sex, NSFW, swearing. (side note, ur wearing a skirt teehee)\

(A/N) I never realized how attracted i am to Theo's hands until I wrote this and saw his hands in the gif LMAO is that a bad thing??

Also i cant tell if the smut is smutting. like idk if its sexy enough, so lmk if yall think its good

Now playing— Under the desk by Melanie Martinez

You were seated at your desk, attending detention. The professor had walked out to do something, leaving you and Theo alone with a few other nameless faces. A book in your hands, but your mind was too occupied to process the words displayed on the tattered pages. You noticed Theo staring at you, through your peripheral vision, causing you to bite your lip and subconsciously squeeze your legs together.

This did not go unnoticed by him, and he smirked, sliding his hand onto your thigh— squeezing it softly. He turned his head back to his homework, his smirk never faltering. His thumb gently rubbed over your bare thigh, his hand dangerously close to your heat. You felt an all too familiar knot form inside of you, begging to be released.

Theo gave you a smug and knowing look, sliding his hand further up your thigh. You inhaled sharply, sitting up straight as his fingers gently traced over your lacy panties. You gave Theo a sharp glare as if you were telling him to stop. But if that was the case, you would have just said it out loud. He smirked, using a finger to push your panties to the side. Biting your lip, you gripped onto the edge of the desk in front of you as his hand teased your wet entrance.

You held back a moan as his pinky finger ran up and down your soaked folds. He smirked, clearly teasing you; whilst enjoying every sweet second of it.

He slowly slid a finger inside of your wet pussy, causing you to let out a tiny gasp. In which nobody noticed but Theo, to your luck.

"Shh, princess," he whispered in your ear, his voice deep and holding a layer of desire underneath, "we wouldn't want to get caught, now would we?" His finger was still inside of you, but not moving.

You shook your head slowly, biting your lip as you gripped onto the desk tighter.

He smiled in satisfaction, sliding his finger in and out of your wet pussy repeatedly, your sweet liquid dripping down with each thrust of his finger.

After a few moments of this, he stuck in another finger. His middle and ring fingers slid in and out of your soaked pussy at a rapid pace, making your walls clench around them.

Your brows furrowed and your body shook as you suppressed the moans that dared to slip from your lips.

He smirked, but it quickly faded into a purse of his lips as you brought your hand to his bulge, palming it. He started to finger you faster than before, as he bit his lip and leaned back in his seat. You unzipped his pants, sneaking your hand into them and rubbing your hand up and down his hard cock, on top of his boxers.

He let out a shaky breath, as your hand slid into his boxers. You grabbed his erect member and started to stroke it as it throbbed in your hand.

Both of you held back moans and gasps, locking eyes. The way you looked at each-others expression turned both of you on, and it was hard to stop yourselves from fucking then and there; despite all the others in the room that currently seemed oblivious.

His fingers continued sliding in and out of your tight pussy that was clenching around them, and your hand continued stroking up and down on his hard cock that was pulsating and throbbing at your touch.

You both felt yourselves get closer to finishing and the look in your eyes proved that statement. "Theo," you whispered, holding eye contact with him as he continued to finger you, "I'm gonna cum."

"Me too, Princess. Cum with me." He whispered back, speeding up the pace as you did the same.

Your body tensed up, and his did as well. Both of your motions become sloppy and uncoordinated as you both cum. You let out a soft gasp, whilst he let out a shaky breath. Your pussy clenched tightly around his fingers as your liquid dripped from it. His cock throbbed as his semen flowed from the rosy tip of his cock, and soaked your hand with the sweet juice. There was a wet spot on his pants, but it wasn't visible as he was wearing black.

After you had both come down from your highs, you laughed together and slid your hands away from each other. He looked directly at you, before sucking your cum off of his fingers. You smirked, licking up his semen from your hand as you stared into his eyes.

He winked at you, which meant one thing; this wasn't over.

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I LOVE UR WRITING, I LOVE LOVE LOVE YOUR VIBE AND I LOVE HOW MANY PPL YOU WRITE FOR

In conclusion:

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Also asking if I can be 💄anon?

AWWW I LOVE YOU TOO HONEYYYY

ILL MARRY YOUU👰🏽‍♀️💍💒

THIS MADE ME SO HAPPY U HAVE NO IDEAAAA🥲🥲✋🏽✋🏽 LIKE IVE BEEN HAVING SUCH A BAD WEEK AND THIS MADE ME FEEL SM BETTERRR

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Was wondering if you could write about y/n and dally being in a toxic relationship mostly stemming from his part idc how dark it gets tbh and soda has feelings for y/n and y/n comes venting to him about it and it's in his perspective idk if this makes any sense but it does in my brain

Lmao yes honey, I got u. <3

Warnings: Toxic relationship, domestic violence, angst, hurt & comfort.

Summary; When Dallas broke the camels back during your relationship, you found yourself running into Soda’s arms.

(Kinda short? Idk how I feel abt this one, but I hope u enjoy.)

I will never truly understand what she sees in him.

The way she smiles, the way she blushes around him.

It should be me, making her smile and blush.

Not him. Never him.

They looked so happy together, so imagine my surprise when (Y/N) had show up on my doorstep, a bright red slap mark across her left cheek, mascara and tears running down her face as she pleaded for me to let her inside.

My heart broke at the sight of her, my eyes wide and my brows raised. I quickly ushered her inside my home, shutting and locking the door behind her.

“What happened, sweetness?” I asked softly, watching as she sat down on the couch.

“D-Dallas.” She stuttered through her tears, choking on her sobs.

I immediately knew what she meant. My blood ran cold, and my jaw clenched tightly. So tightly I thought my teeth might break.

I crossed my arms, a vicious glint swirling behind my eyes. “I’m gonna go talk to him.” I spoke, my tone cold and signaling nothing good. My tone showing that I would have more than just a friendly conversation with Dallas. I turned to walk away, but she quickly got up and grabbed my forearm.

“Wait!” She squeaked, her beautiful eyes wide and her lower lip trembling. “Please.. stay with me.” She whispered, her eyes scanning my face.

I nodded slowly, heaving a sigh as I turned around. I knew I couldn’t let Dally get away with this. He had hurt, (Y/N). He hurt my sweet girl, and I wanted to break his jaw for it. But for now, she needs me.

She wrapped her arms around my torso, and rested her cheek on my chest. With a slight frown, I wrapped my arms around her neck, pulling her closer to me. We stood in a comforting silence for a moment, before her raspy voice spoke up.

“It was always you, Soda.” She whispered.

Puzzled, and my facial expression showing it, I slowly pulled away from her to look at her face. “What?” I asked slowly, confused as to what she had meant.

“It’s always been you.” She confessed, her brows furrowing as she pulled away from the hug to stare at me. “Not Dallas.” She shook her head. “Never Dallas.”

“What do you mean, (Y/N)?” I replied, trying to confirm what I was hearing.

“I love you, Soda. I always have.” She confessed, a soft blush spreading across her nose.

My heart beat against my ribcage at an ungodly speed, and I couldn’t help the wide grin tugging at the corners of my lips. “You do?”

“Yes, Soda.” She laughed softly, reaching down and interlocking our hands together.

That damn laugh.

The one I once prayed I was the cause for.

I mentally thanked a higher power, for answering my prayers.

In some sick, and twisted way; I also thanked Dallas. His inability to treat her with common decency had caused me to receive my dream girl. I was still angry at Dally, however. No, not angry. Livid.

I would pay him a private visit some other time, though. I had a beautiful girl to comfort.

“I love you too.” I said, leaning down and locking our lips together. Passionately, but softly.

Treat your lady right, otherwise it may just be the last thing you ever have the chance to fuck up. 💕