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[doble-d-2]

[bookloover35]

Billy Loomis x fem reader- If i only knew.

YN POV:

Yn: Billy I'm scared.

Billy: You have nothing to fear from Sweetheart.

Yn: And how do you know that ghost face has already killed many we know.  What if next time you or I are dead?

I told my boyfriend Billy Loomis while we were sitting at his house watching Halloween.  We had just been told that they have found Casey dead and I'm really scared that next time maybe it's our bodies they'll find.  He took his fingers under my chin and made me look up at him then he said to me in a calm voice.

Billy: Now you're going to listen to me very carefully okay Sweetheart you have absolutely nothing to be afraid of because I'm never going to let that maniac even get near you.

Billys POV:

I told her then I kissed her on the lips so she calmed down.  I can not tell her that it is me and Stu who is Ghostface, if I tell the truth then she will leave me.  And then I have to do the most horrible thing I can ever think of.  Then I have to kill her, I do not care that I killed the others but I could never kill her I love her and she is my Yn.

I pulled away from the kiss and continued to cuddle with her and we continued to watch the movie, it's so cool that I found a girl who likes horror movies as much as me.  I was so firmly glued to the film that I did not notice that Yn had cuddled more into me and put his head against my chest and managed to fall asleep.  It was not until I would comment on the film I saw that she was asleep I smiled at her then I pulled up the blanket and covered us both then I gave her a kiss on the head and said.

Billy: I love you Sweetheart and I'm not going to hurt you.

I know she could not hear me, I turned my head towards the TV and continued to watch the movie but I could not stop thinking about one thing what should I do now should I tell the truth to her or should I be silent forever.

[swampstew]

New Chapter of What’s the Magic Word? out now!

Jsjskksksjsjw I can't believe we're on chapter 30!!!! Only 5 left👀 updates will continue bi-monthly until the book's completion - next update will be April 23!

Im so fucking happy to reveal another banger from @apirateslifeforbudgie - bb you perfectly captured this magically romantic moment between these two🥰🥰🥰

Check the chapter out!

Wattpad // AO3

[dallianceangel]

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 🫦❤️‍🔥

This is my first Harry-related fic on here, it’s pretty random but I’ve been on a writing roll these past few days, and I needed to have it carry on.

🫦 comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated 🫦

You take another glance at him, the champagne you just gulped back quickly taking effect.

“When do you have to be on stage?”

Harry bites his lip as he looks at you, “In thirty minutes.”

He already knows what you want from him. Without you even asking him, Harry takes off his shirt and throws it in your direction, reaching for your hand so he can guide you into his dressing room.

Thirty minutes later, you’re watching him perform to a crowd of thousands with a smile on your face, the aftermath of your encounter now drooling out of you.

[stolenslumber]

though the stars walk backward (sjy) (preview)

Your first encounter with Jake Sim ends with ketchup on your clothes and his burger in his friend's lap. The second encounter doesn't go so smoothly, either. He thinks he might have gotten the hang of it by the third time, but as the saying goes: there is no easy way from the earth to the stars.

PAIRING: sim jaeyun x female reader GENRE: college au, one-sided enemies-to-lovers (the e2l part is short-lived lol sry), friends-to-lovers, mutual pining, fluff, romance, jake as a star soccer player but also loser physics nerd WARNINGS: swearing, eventual kissing and suggestive content/sexual themes, familial angst/generational trauma (it's present and it's heavy but it's not suuuuuper heavy) WORD COUNT: ~2.5k (preview); final word count is, again, btwn me and god PUBLISH DATE: reallyyyyyyy hoping to get this out before my next semester starts but We'll See About That...

“Don’t freak out, but I think the girl you stare at in the library is staring back at you.”

Jake freezes with his burger halfway to his open mouth. “What? Where? And I don’t stare at her in the library—”

Jay nudges his friend’s jaw upwards. “I said don’t freak out.”

“At least he didn’t turn in her direction,” Sunghoon offers. But he says it while looking disdainfully at the ketchup dripping from Jake’s burger onto the dining hall table, so Jake isn’t all that comforted by it. 

Instead, he repeats “Where?” through gritted teeth. 

“At your four o’clock, but I wouldn’t get too excited about it.” Jay squints. “I’m pretty sure she’s glaring at you, honestly. Okay, seriously do not freak out, but she’s coming over here…”

Jake tries to figure out what to do with himself as you approach with alarming speed— should he fix his hair, or tuck his shirt in? Damn it, he doesn’t even remember if he’s wearing something clean today. Before he can fully comprehend it, you’re standing in front of him, looking as pretty as ever in a silky dress that floats down to your ankles. 

Your mouth opens to say something, and there’s a deep furrow between your brows that Jake longs to smooth out, but then his hands clamp down on his burger, and— “Oh shit, dude, I’m so sorry!” 

Bright red ketchup decorates the front of your pristine white dress.

Your jaw drops, as does your gaze, fixated on the ugly red splotch spreading over the fabric covering your stomach. Everything you’d been meaning to say to him flies out of your head, replaced by blood rushing in your ears as your anger grows at the foolish oaf in front of you. “This is dry clean only,” you hiss.

Jake drops his burger in Jay’s lap, ignoring his friend’s squawk of indignation. Hurriedly, he wipes his hands on some napkins and tries offering them to you before cowing under your withering glare. “I am so sorry,” he repeats. His arms flail at his sides before he picks up the cardigan lying next to him and hands it to you. “You have a library shift coming up, right? Please feel free to wear this until you can get home and change. I have class until two, but I can take your clothes to the dry cleaners afterwards. I’m really so sorry!”

Your mouth shapes around air a few times as you work out exactly how to respond to him, but then your phone buzzes to remind you of your library shift— it is coming up— and you decide that you’ll deal with this— and him— later. Unhappily, you grab the proffered cardigan. “Two o’clock. Don’t be late.” And then you twist on your heel and depart, leaving Jake to stare sadly at the swish of your hair against your back.

“Are you gonna take my clothes to the dry cleaners, too?” Jay intones dryly from beside him.

Jake groans and sinks back down into the booth, covering his face with his hands and shaking his head repeatedly. “I can’t believe that just happened. I have to walk into traffic now.” Before Jay can say anything else, Jake tacks on, “And yeah, give me your pants.”

“Damn, take me to dinner first. Oh, wait, I guess you did offer me food.” Jay plucks the burger out of his lap and deposits it onto Jake’s plate pointedly.

Sunghoon lets out a whistle between his teeth. “Wow, I’ve never seen anyone fumble so badly. Like, seriously, that should be studied in a lab.”

“I got nervous!” Jake exclaims. 

Sunghoon chortles. “Clearly. Cute girl comes over, and you not only call her dude, but you also squirt ketchup all over her.”

Jake kicks him in the shin, hard. “Can you not pile on?” 

“Sorry, sorry.” Sunghoon holds up his hands in mock surrender. “Was that the first time you interacted with her?”

Unhelpfully, Jay pipes up. “Unless you count staring at her in the library interacting, I’d say yes. Speaking of, how do you know her schedule, bro? You’re creepier than I thought.”

Jake jabs him with an elbow. “My class got canceled once and I saw her at the library then, okay? Some of us actually have homework, Socrates and Warren Buffet.” He rolls his eyes at Sunghoon (philosophy) and Jay (business) in turn. “And again, I don’t stare!”

A few hours later, Jake stares at the back of your head.

He’s not in his usual spot in the library, which is a round table near the windows on the mezzanine level— straight line of sight to one of the reference desks, but he did not pick that spot on purpose, no matter how much his friends like to joke that he did. He’s been sitting in that spot since the first day of his freshman year; he’d chosen it because he like being able to see out into the quad, and the noise level in that area is perfect for him (not too quiet, which would make him fall asleep, and not too loud, which would just make him want to join in on wherever the fun was). He couldn’t have known that you would show up halfway through last year, get a job as one of the students manning the reference desk, and then occupy the exact spot his eyes tend to rest on when he zones out.

And he really couldn’t have known that you would be so pretty.

It doesn’t help that you’re in practically all of his classes this year, and he’s had the opportunity to talk to you every day for the past two weeks if he wanted to. He’s not the most shameless person in the world (Sunghoon), but he’s also not scared of his own reflection (Heeseung), so why couldn’t he have just introduced himself like a normal person on the first day of classes and avoided this whole ketchup fiasco?

Someone comes up to the desk to ask a question, and your head tilts toward them as the afternoon sunlight frames your face just so; Jake gulps and thinks, Oh yeah, that’s why. So pretty. And dizzyingly smart, if the way he sees your pencil fly over quizzes is anything to go by.

As if sensing his eyes on you, you twist around fully to catch him staring after you’ve answered the question of the person in front of you. Jake blinks deer-in-headlights eyes at you; if this was a cartoon, there would be a ?! above his head.

Your own eyes narrow at him and you jerk your head in your own direction. Get over here.

Jake gulps and straightens up before shuffling over to you. He kind of feels like he’s walking to the gallows, but on a flower-lined path, because his cardigan on you softens you around the edges, and you look right at home in it. 

“Heeeeeeey.” He raises a hand and waves at you, even though he’s right in front of you. He winces before you can even raise a skeptical eyebrow at him, but then you do, so he grimaces. “Sorry, that was weird. Uh, hi.”

You nod curtly at him. “Hi. I’m done in two minutes. Thanks for being on time.”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he mumbles to the floor. Luckily, you don’t catch it because you’re packing away the problem set you were doing in between answering student questions, which he chances a glance at because hey, he’d been having trouble with page 157.

Of course, you catch that. “What are you, twelve? Do your own work.”

“Wait, what? Hold on a second, I’m not trying to cheat off of you— hey, wait up!” He scrambles to catch up with you where you’re already halfway down the stairs. Panicked, he speeds past you and plants himself in your path, greeted by your look of supreme irritation for the second time that day. “I wasn’t trying to cheat off of you,” he says, more firmly this time. “I was just gonna ask you how you did with page 157, because I was having some trouble with it earlier.”

You scoff and slide to the left to go around him, only to be met by him mirroring you. “Are you serious right now? Get out of my way.”

“We’re going to the same place!”

“Yeah, and now I’ve remembered that I can pay for my own dry cleaning. Move.” You go right, and he follows.

“I’m still coming— I gotta take Jay’s pants there. I dropped my burger in his lap earlier when, well, you know.”

You go left again, and he follows once more. “Okay, for real? Let me go, asshole.”

Jake drops his backpack off his shoulders and hoists it onto his knee, rummaging around in it while still blocking your path. You think he’s officially lost it, but you’re also never one to miss an opportunity, so you feint to the right and then go left, but he’s faster and blocks you again with his head halfway buried in his backpack. Damn it, he’s good. You don’t realize you’ve said it out loud until he looks up at you and smiles sheepishly. “Soccer team,” he explains. Oh— that reminds you why you were approaching him at the dining hall in the first place, and real anger resurfaces in your blood. 

“Like I care,” you snap. You’re about to just shove him down the stairs and call it an easy day when you’re met with a crumpled piece of graph paper waved in front of your face. “What the hell is this?”

“Next week’s problem set! See, look, I finished everything except the problems on page 157, and I did get started, but I just wanted to check if I was on the right path, okay? I promise, I wasn’t trying to cheat off of you.” He frowns. “These aren’t even graded for quality. It’s just a submission for completion.”

Your eyebrows climb up your forehead. Though his handwriting is shit, you can see that he’s telling the truth. The fact that he’s doing the problem set for next week probably should have tipped you off in and of itself, but what surprises you is the simple elegance with which his calculations come out. “Hey, how’d you do that on number 89 on page 151—” You cut yourself off. “Never mind. Fine, I believe you. Can you move now? We’re blocking the entire stairway.”

Jake seems to finally notice the build-up of annoyed students in front of and behind you both. “Right, oops.” He zips up his backpack and slings it over one shoulder before descending the stairs with quick steps. He turns around and tilts his head quizzically at you when you don’t follow. 

Truthfully, you’re trying to decide if you should make a break for it and go up the stairs so you can take a different set of stairs down, but then you realize how childish that sounds. So, it’s with less dignity than you’d like that you meet him at the bottom of the staircase. But you don’t stop where he’s standing; instead, you breeze past him so smoothly that he finds himself staring at the back of your head for a few seconds before springing into motion after you. 

“Soooooo… dry cleaner’s?” He offers you a tentative smile once he’s fallen into step with you.

You seem to have made your mind up about something, because you turn to him with a dazzling smile that knocks the breath right out of his lungs. “Lead the way.”

“O-Okay.” He’s taken aback by your sudden about-face, but he’s not going to question it.

He tells you that he’s happy to drive there, and you’re perfectly agreeable about it. You even start talking about the problem set that had been the source of such strife just minutes earlier. At the dry cleaner, you give him the biggest surprise yet when you ask for his number. Obviously, he gives it to you, and he has to pretend like he isn’t perturbed by the cryptic, almost manic look in your eyes when you promise that you’ll be in touch.

But then you’re gone without so much as a goodbye, and it’s only when he gets back to his place that he realizes he doesn’t even know how you got home, and he can’t text you because he doesn’t have your number.

Still. A win is a win.

ball sports (derogatory) (heeseung, jay, jake, sunghoon) 

jake: this has been the strangest and possibly greatest day of my life

sunghoon: ur preaching to the choir ketchup boy

sunghoon: yizhuo told me i was hotter with blonde hair

sunghoon: so like hell yeah she thinks im hot but hell no now i have to dye my hair back

jake: ????? did i ask

jake: i’m talking about MY day

jay: she actually did not say you were hotter with blonde hair. in fact none of those words came out of her mouth 

jay: you asked if she liked your new hair and she said no

sunghoon: hop off my dick tf????

heeseung: so what happened jake

sunghoon: oh i can tell u this it’s old news

sunghoon: jake fumbled his first interaction w/ the girl he stares at in the library

jake: BUT she asked for my number and said she’d be in touch!!!!

sunghoon: right so u can pay for her dry cleaning bill

jake: OR maybe she wants to be friends

jake: to lovers<3

jay: idk she kinda looked like she wanted to take you out when she was coming over to us at lunch today

jake: LIKE ON A DATE?????

jay: no like

jay: lethally

women’s rights and wrongs (you, minjeong, aeri, somi)

you: so you know how i was gonna confront jake today

yizhuo: yeah i heard that went poorly

yizhuo: sunghoon said something about ketchup????

you: nvm all that. i have a Better Plan. i’m gonna ruin his life

minjeong: cool

somi: noooooo he’s hot

you: HE RUINED MY BROTHER’S LIFE

somi: girl u have to let that go

somi: ur brother is 10 and made it to the B team for club soccer

somi: i think he’ll be fine

you: BUT HE SHOULD’VE BEEN IN THE A TEAM. I SAW JAKE’S BEADY EYES SINGLING HIM OUT UNFAIRLY

somi: he actually has like insane puppy dog eyes

you: anyways i’m going to systematically but subtly make his life more and more difficult as soon as i start assistant managing his soccer team on monday. but he will never know it’s me bc i’m going to be so nice and normal to his face BUT ACTUALLY i’m gonna make him my bitch

yizhuo: “nice and normal to his face” u have the worst poker face i’ve ever seen

minjeong: technically speaking if ur an assistant manager aren’t u THEIR bitch

[mearchy]

Sometimes when I’m writing it’s like this

But the rest of the time it is like this

Can someone uuh. send help. Can someone sedate me

[ant-thebooknerd]

Alright, here's Chapter 1. It's not fantastic, but I'm just going to leave it as it is. It can also be found on Wattpad in Shatter Me One-Shots. Hope you enjoy!

Set after Believe Me

"Alright, never have I ever...thought my boyfriend's brother was hot while I was dating him"

Juliette, Warner, Nazeera and Kenji were all seated around a small coffee table in Juliette and Warner's new house. They had eaten dinner and were now playing "Never Have I Ever", where Warner was regretting his life choices and planning a way to kick them out of the house without Juliette objecting. He found none.

"KENJI I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL KICK YOU OUT OF THIS HOUSE!!!" yelled Juliette, with mock annoyance. 

Kenji looked at her, not even bothering to conceal his grin. "I don't see you denying it"

Juliette gave a side eye to a now rather smug-looking Warner.

"Ok yeah, maybe I did, but you've seen Adam," she confessed, not regretfully. "Alright then, never have I ever BEEN REJECTED by a girl I was head over heels for but the only thing I heard from that rejection was that I was cute!"

Nazeera laughed, remembering that exact incident months ago. "Hmm, can't say I have", she looked over at Warner. "Neither can I," he said. "Kenji, you?". Kenji's face turned slightly red, before sheepishly glancing at Nazeera. "She did say I had a great face"

"That actually happened? She turned you down?" asked Warner, his face now amused. "You asked her out and he said no?". Kenji looked over at him, and fired back "Well, at least she didn't shoot me!"

The girls exchanged glances, both sporting matching jovial expressions, and they burst into laughter. Warner was surprised at the comeback and looked ready to kill, but he didn't want to ruin the mood, especially not when Juliette looked like she was having such a good time. And to be honest, he wasn't prepared to deal with Nazeera should he do something to Kenji. 

"Well played, Kishimoto. Never have I ever used my brother as target practice while I was learning to snipe and accidentaly shot him in the shoulder. Then,  slapped him in the face for being an idiot and not dodging the bullet."

Kenji and Juliette looked at each other, confused. "What are you on about?"

He shook his head. "Why are you looking at me like that?" asked Warner. "I am not the only person here with a brother."

 All eyes turned to a chill-faced Nazeera.  "Oops, I have," she admitted.

Juliette's eyes went wide, and Kenji's jaw practically dropped to the floor. 

"I...you...YOU WHAT!?" yelled Juliette, in an undignified, high-pitched tone. 

"What do you mean oops? You can't just say Oops, I shot my brother!!" exclaimed Kenji. 

They weren't taking this news very well. Poor people, they had no clue. 

Nazeera raised her eyebrows at them, questioning their shock, as if they should have expected her to shoot her brother without reason. 

"I was learning how to use a sniper and wanted to practice on a live, moving person." She explained. "I could have used a security guard or something I guess, but they never did anything to me. So I used Haider. I spent an hour waiting for the perfect shot, for him to step out onto the balcony and for me to shoot him from the ground, a few hundred metres away. It happened, he stepped out, and I shot him. A guard heard his scream and rushed him to a doctor. The next day, I went up to his bedroom and slapped him for not dodging a very obvious bullet. He got me back the next week though, he broke my arm with a bat. I was nine. It's not a big deal. Did Haider tell you that, Warner?"

"He to-" Warner was cut off by Juliette yelling "You were nine and sniped your brother!?"

"Haha, yeah. Great times. Are you okay over there Kenji?" Nazeera looked over at her troubled boyfriend, his eyes wide. "Heh, I'm fine. I'm just...just a little bit scared"

"You weren't already?" asked Warner. "Kenji this woman could murder half the Sanctuary before anyone notices. I think your fear is justified, considering you are dating her"

"I'd have to agree with him," she laughed. "Anyway, it's getting late and we have a lot of work to get through tomorrow. We'd best be leaving now." She stood up from the armchair she was sitting on and gestured for Kenji to do the same.  

"Awh no, let's do one more round, please!" said Juliette, which was followed by a wholesome, loving and cheerful "Yes please get out" by Warner. 

Much to Warner's dismay, Kenji and Nazeera listened to Juliette. 

[yuwuta]

is this a safe space...

[natsukicookies]

℘ꭈׁׅᨵׁׅᥣׁׅ֪ᨵׁׅᧁׁυׁׅꫀׁׅܻ

ᴱⁿᵗᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘʳ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ ʰᵉʳᵉ

[_________]

You looked at the screen in front of you. 'It was flowing in air?' You tried to touch it but your hand went though it. "How am I supposed to put my name there if my hand keeps going though it.

As you was about to give up a keyboard appeared out of nowhere.

"Oh"

You typed your name in, then another screen appeared.

ᴱⁿᵗᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇʳⁱᵗʰ ᵈᵃ��

[_____]

"Brithday..." you tried to remember your Brithday but no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn't remember it.

"I don't know my Brithday.." you said not sure if it could hear you. Suddenly the screen changed.

ˢᵉˡᵉᶜᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ʳᵃⁿᵈᵒᵐ ᵈᵃᵗᵉ

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.

.

[ʎɹɐnuɐſ uǝ⊥]

"Huh" the letters was upside-down making it hard for you to read..

[ᴬᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗ ᵒʳ ᵈᵉⁿʸ]

Yoi clicked accept, not really thinking much of it.

Suddenly the ground crumble apart an another screen popped up it was the last thing you read before you fell and everything went black.

ᴰᵒⁿᵉ

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.

.

ᧁׁɑׁׅ֮ ꩇׁׅ݊ꫀׁׅܻ ᥣׁׅ֪ᨵׁׅɑׁׅ֮ժׁׅ݊ꪱׁׅꪀׁׅᧁׁ

You opened you eyes and saw an kid with with glasses staring at you, you blinked a few times confused and scared as you didn't know where you was.

The kid smiled at me and then yelled "mom she's awake!" The loud voice startled you and you started crying.

'Wait why am I crying?!' You couldn't stop crying. You tried to move around but my body won't move, 'its as if I'm was paralyzed'

'Or maybe I'm were wrapper in something? Yeah that's what it felt like.'

Suddenly a big women come and took yoi in her arms. "Aw it's okay baby, your onii-chan didn't meant to make you cry." She cooed at you while also rubbing my back.

You looked around or at least tried to.. and you saw that everything was huge.

Or..

Were you one who's small..?!

Realizing this scared you and you started crying even more. You didn't know what was happening what were those people around you or why was you a baby..

You started feeling sleepy once you stopped crying.

'A baby's body gets tired way too easily...'

And so you couldn't help but drift to the world of dreams.

[soykichaa]

Al parecer me encanta hacer todo al último XD (Un especial año nuevo de mortal kombat 1)

[childofapollo11]

A Cold Winter's Day

George Weasley x (diggory! Reader)

(just fluff)

Also this is set when George and you are younger and not at Hogwarts yet!!

"Ced do you want to come with me to the treehouse?" My brother looks up from his coloring book. He pauses for a second to think about the question. Then he slowly shakes his head.

"Well tell mum that's where im going," I say. He nods and I grab my book and practically run out of the door.

If i'm being honest I was hoping he wouldn't want to come. The main reason I want to go so badly is to see the redheaded boy that keeps passing by.

The first time I saw him it was snowing and he had a colorful scarf on. He seemed to be playing a game, maybe tag because he was running. I only saw him for a second before he was out of view. The second time I saw him he was with someone else, who looked almost identical to him. They were talking about some kind of prank and laughing. The third time I saw him he was alone again, sitting under a tree. He had some sort of gadget that he was playing with. Every time I saw him I stayed quiet and hidden, barely peeking out the treehouse window.

The treehouse wasn't even technically on our property, it was in the middle of the woods. No one else seemed to use it, so me and Cedric decided to make it our own. Once I get there it is freezing. My mums heating spell must have worn off. 

It is a extremely cold day in December, a few days before Christmas. The ground is covered in thick, white, snow.

Despite the cold, I sit down on the wood and start reading my book. Well kind of reading it, but I am still focused on listening for the boy.

After about thirty minutes, I am about to give up. It is freezing and my body is growing numb, but then I hear something. Someone is running through the snow. I quickly hide in the corner where I can see out of the window without them being able to see me. It is the same boy. Today he is wearing a brown scarf and a green sweater with a golden G on it. I wonder if it stands for something.

The boy runs past the treehouse again, but then he stops and turns around. He walks to the ladder. What is he doing? I wonder. He then begins to climb up. I freak out and quickly grab my book and act like i'm reading.

I am very aware of when he makes it to the top, but I keep my eyes locked to the book. I feel him staring at me.

"Sorry, I didn't know anyone was up here," He says breaking the silence. I look up and notice he took of his toboggan. His hair is messy and his face is red either from the cold or embarrassment.

"It's okay," I reply a slight blush creeping up my cheeks. I've never been good at confrontation.

"I was playing hide and seek with my brothers and thought this place was empty, I'll leave now," he says as he starts to move toward the door.

"No, it's fine, I could use the company," I say quickly. I immediately regret my action and i'm surprised that I even spoke. I focus my eyes on my hands and start picking at my nails.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course."

He slowly moves to a spot in the floor beside me. I'm still not looking at him. "How long have you been up here?" he asks, his voiced filled with concern. "About half and hour, why?" I reply, wondering why he is asking."You're shaking and it must be below freezing in here." I didn't realize I was shaking I thought I had gotten used to the cold by now.

"Here take this, it might help."I finally look up slightly to see that he is taking off his scarf. He hands it to me and our fingers touch.

"You really are cold," he laughs.

"I guess I didn't realize how cold it was up here," I smile," thank you." He nods with a smirk as if it was nothing.

"George you win,"an annoyed voice yells. "Yeah George we give up," another voice shouts.

"Well that's my cue," the boy beside me hops up from the floor. I go to take the scarf off with a frown, it really is warm. As I go to hand it to him he shakes his head,"Keep it, you need it more than me." I thank him as I wrap the scarf back around my neck. He starts to leave and I immediately start to feel alone again.

"Now don't stay out here too much longer, I don't want to come back tomorrow to you frozen."

"I won't," I assure him. As he climbs down the ladder his words sink in. He said he would come back tomorrow.

[bookloover35]

Patrick Hocksetter x fem reader- Baby Hocksetter (2).

Where we left the story.

Patrick: What's Wrong with you, are you on your period?

Why are you a bitch.

Yn: I'm pregnant you Asshole.

(Back to the story).

Fuck, did i just Said that?

Damn, what have I done.

Patrick will be very angry, I know what happened to his baby brother and I know what he thinks and thinks about the idea of ​​having children.

He will never want anything to do with me or will never want to talk to me again.

I looked up at him with fear in my eyes.

I know he would never hurt me but I'm still scared.

He looked at me angrily and said.

Patrick: One, how do you even know I'm the father and two do whatever you want with the kid keep it or not BUT I want nothing to do with either the kid or you.

Then he left.

How could he say that? I know he is the father because he is the only one I have been with.

Tears flowed and my legs buckled, I broke down what a pig how could I fall for him.

( 6 months later).

Random student: Can you believe she kept the baby, What a slut.

Random student 2: Yeah what a bitch, who do you think the father is?

I have heard those things every day about me.

Wherever I go, people look at me or talk about me at school or in town.

But I don't care what people say about me.

Yes, I chose to keep my child and I am happy that I did.

But it's very hard that I do this myself after my parents found out so they kicked me out luckily my cousin took me in and I now live with her.

Things between me and Patrik are complicated, we haven't spoken to each other at all.

We look at each other but that's it.

The worst part is that I'm still madly in love with him.

I took a quick look up towards the lockers and there he was with his small group of friends.

They just looked at me with dirty looks except for Patrick who looked at me with a missing look.

I put my hand on my 6 month baby bump and started to quickly try to walk away but I was stopped by Greta.

Greta: Hey whore.

Yn: Move over Greta, I don't have time for your insults.

I told her annoyed and tried to walk away but she kept getting out of the way so I couldn't walk away.

People looked at us and laughed at her behavior.

Greta: You are absolutely pathetic, you know that.

You have to be completely stupid in your head to go and get pregnant.

Do you even know who the father is?, or are you such a big whore that you've been around the whole school so you don't know.

She said to me laughing the anger in me only increased and increased the tears started to flow.

What people say about me that I am a whore and that I lie around is not true I have only slept with one and that is Patrick.

I was just about to yell at her and tell her to shut up but was stopped by a familiar arm around my shoulder and voice saying.

Patrick: The only whore in this school is you Greta.

And you know that.

So I suggest you shut up and leave my girl and my child alone or you will regret it.

He said and kissed my forehead and put his hand on my hand that was still on my stomach and we started to walk away everyone in the school looked at us in shock.

What just happened?

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New Chapter of What’s the Magic Word? out now!

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Hey guys, here's another chapter from my Wattpad book. This one is set after Believe Me, and from Warner's POV. Features Kenji and Warner friendship. There will be a part 2 to this, but it will probably take a while.

"Hey buddy, guess what?"

I roll my eyes. I am standing in the common room tent, or what Kenji calls the "VIP dining room". Nazeera and Ella are gone for the day, and I am on special orders from my wife to hang out with him. 

If I had to be honest with myself, I do not hate him as much as I once did. I would still rather impale myself on a pike than admit that to him, but still. Progress is progress. 

"What do you want, Kenji?" I reply, already bored of him. 

"I got us matching friendship bracelets!" says Kenji, a big bright smile on his face. 

I almost manage to choke on air. I turn around to fully face Kenji and look up at his grinning face. For the first time in a while, I am left speechless. I try to speak, but all that emerges is a series of incoherent stutters. Any sense of dignity and composure abandons me faster than my father did. Did this grown man just-

The idiot in question is doing his absolute very best not to laugh at my expression. However, his 'absolute very best' isn't good enough, (like everything else about him) and he explodes into a wave of hysterical laughter. 

"Excuse me? You, a delusional grown man, just asked me, who is only here to fulfil the wishes of his wife, and who wants absolutely nothing to do with you, to wear matching bracelets? Do you even realise-!?"

"Okay, okay!" Kenji cuts me off, hands in the air, feigning innocence. He is still chuckling. "Wow man, I didn't think you'd get so worked up. Ouch! It's alright, we'll work towards it."

I would very much like to retract my previous statement of not hating him. The world is a better place without Kenji Kishimoto.

I shake my head, embarrassed at my outburst. I should have expected this type of behaviour from the moron. "No, not a chance," I tell him, much calmer.  "Now, let's decide on something to do together that will require minimal contact and communication but enough so that we can tell the girls we hung out." 

Kenji looks down at me. My height is not something that makes me feel insecure, but I loathe how I have to look up at him.

 "Really man? That is the only reason you want to hang out? To please Juliette? Don't tell me it's got nothing to do with our growing friendship." he says, grinning. 

I sigh. It is clear that Kenji considers us to be friends, and I have to agree that we have gotten a lot closer since my wedding to Ella. That doesn't mean I am happy about it. 

"I suppose I can truthfully say that I do not wish you a miserable and painful death. I do not quarrel with you dying, but perhaps not painfully. But don't get me wrong, I will not miss you."

Somehow, he finds that funny.

"Sure, man. Do you want to play UNO?" he asks, amused, taking a red cardboard box out of his pocket. I do not know why he would carry such a thing around, but he has done many other even more questionable things, so I let it slide.

"UNO? As in, the number one in Spanish?" I say. I look closer at the box he is holding, from which he takes out two piles of colourful cards.

"Well, aren't you just a fun, shining ray of sunshine," he replies before he shuffles the cards.

Ten minutes later, we are halfway through a round, and I now know all the rules of UNO, which I only agreed to after finding out Juliette enjoys this game.

Kenji places down a Blue 2, having seven cards left in his hand. I have three. A Blue Skip, a Blue 6 and a Blue 8. I am feeling pretty confident, and place down my Skip card followed by my 6, and say "Uno,". All I need is for him to put down a blue card, or nothing. There is no prize to be won from this game, but I will greatly enjoy beating Kenji.

He puts down a Red 6. "Idiot," I tell him. I pick up a card, and it is a Yellow 3. I was so close.

His turn. Red Skip, taking my turn. Green Skip, taking it again, then a Green +2. I scowl and pick up my two cards. A Blue 7 and Red +2. 

Apparently, many people play differently, but the way Kenji was taught says that you are not allowed to play a card the same turn you just picked up one. 

He also told me he used to play with his parents.

Red 9 is what he puts down. I have no cards that I can respond with, so I pick up another card. A Red 4. My dreams of winning this game of UNO fade away more and more with each card I pick up. 

"Brainless delinquent," I mutter under my breath, just loud enough for him to hear.

He places down a +4 and says "UNO", but it doesn't matter. This is my chance. My chance for redemption. To avenge my lost UNO. Payback.

I throw down my Red +2 and stare him down. This is what he gets for trying to beat me, for thinking he even stood a chance. Now he has to pick up 6 cards and it's all ove-

A +4 card falls from his hand on top of my +2. He...wins?

Kenji jumps up from his chair and starts cheering. "Woohoo! Guess who just won! Me, motherfucker! Yeah! I win! Take that, you insufferable dipshit!"

"Moron!" I snap back. "This is a game of luck. Rest assured, if it came down to skill, I would have destroyed you within two minutes."

"What I'm hearing is a sore loser!"

"I am not a sore loser! You uneducated swine!"

"Ha, look who is breaking out the meaningless insults. Ran out, Warner? Got nothing to insult me on?" He taunts.

"Not at all, I simply have too many. For example, you incompetent imbecile, you have absolutely zero fashion sense. Those sneakers do not at all go well with those trousers, and your shirt doesn't even match your skin tone. Amateur!"

To my regret, Kenji actually looks down at what he is wearing. It is a grey T-shirt, black joggers with three white stripes down the side, and black runners. Overall, it is not too bad, especially considering the available options here, but I had to respond in some way.

"Okay, well my bad that I grew up at Omega Point and never got the chance to even buy my own clothes. What would you know about that, knowing that you probably have closets full of colour-coded clothing, made from the finest silks and materials?" He mocks.

"You're overexaggerating," I reply. It is mostly suits.

"And you're an inconsiderate ass. When the hell did I ever have the chance to find myself some decent clothes? Definitely not while the world was going to fucking hell and it was up to us to fix it. Fuck off." 

He looks genuinely upset. I realise, too late, that he is right. At the same time, I hate him for making me feel bad.

I sigh. "I apologise for that last comment. It is not your fault, nor is the outfit as bad as I said."

I feel the shift in his mood when he asks me "What's wrong with it?"

The question surprises me. I would not have expected him to care what I think, but he recognises that I know my way around the wardrobe. 

Also, since he started dating Nazeera, I have noticed subtle changes in his life. He started styling his hair a bit neater (she always ends up ruffling it, but I think that's the point), going to the gym (they have a small one at the Sanctuary) a lot more and doesn't swear as often. I do know about the deal he made with Castle, but he seems to be sticking with it a lot better since Nazeera started giving him dirty looks when he swore. I am pretty sure Castle told her to do that.

Whatever it is, he is a lot more put-together nowadays but could be a lot more so if he changes his style. That is something I could help with. But, am I willing to use my free time, my knowledge and my clothes to help this idiot?

I am shocked to find that the answer is yes. I want to say that it is because he is friends with Ella, but I do not lie to myself. He was there for me during the break-up, during my panic attack, was with me when we saved Ella from Oceania and was right beside me for my wedding. 

I check my watch, a wedding gift from Nazeera. 

"Ella and Nazeera said they will be back by 9:00 pm, which leaves us with just over 4 hours. We can go to my house and fix your fashion disaster."

His eyes go wide. "Wait, actually? You'll help me out with this?"

"Let's go," I say, my back already turned from him, walking out of the tent. "Before I regret this."

Welp, here's this! I really don't know much about fashion so someone (me) is going to have to do some research before writing Part 2 to this or  find a way to write so that her obvious lack of fashion sense doesn't show. Hope you enjoyed!