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Warnings: No smut, discussion of having sex in a creepy horror house car park

The horror house loomed over you. The others had gone ahead and were talking excitedly among themselves. They shrieked as Jeremy jumped out in costume, laughed, and then explained that he was working at the horror house tonight.

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Enzo St. John x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2022!

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Prompt: “I never said that!”

Summary: Y/N and Liv Parker have ended up with an absolutely terrible group project partner for one of their Whitmore classes. When Y/N texts her boyfriend to complain about it, however, he may or may not have a good solution to the problem.

Word Count: 1,810

Category: Fluff, Humor

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“Alright, so I was thinking we could-”

“Oh shit, wait, I just had a great idea!”

I clenched my teeth and fought the urge to strangle Brendon, the only male and non-supernatural-adjacent member of my group project. Across the table I could see Liv Parker, my other group member, fighting to resist the same.

We’d been put in a group project together for one of our Whitmore classes, and although Liv and I had occasionally been on opposite sides of the supernatural drama, we’d quickly formed an alliance to deal with Brendon. He’d established himself as a total asshole who talked over both of us, restated our ideas pretending they were some new thing he’d come up with, and blatantly ignored everything else we said. He was the enemy, and as soon as this group project was over, I was never going to speak to him again.

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big time crush: carlos garcia x reader

(skates n’ sticks)

des: you were embarrassingly bad at ice skating. it would be less humiliating if not the fact you were tripping over yourself while trying to play hockey with your best friend.

tags/genre/warning: fluff, mentions of scraped knees, uhm hockey?? idk hockey players scare me

a/n: my first date was ice skating lmao this was cute to write-I’m sorry this wasn’t as good I had too many ideas and too little time </3

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“Oh shi-“ You stumbled over awkwardly, nearly face planting into the pressed ice as Carlos ran over to try and hold you up. Apparently he was missing Minnesota, but thank god for ice skating rinks if not for the humiliation involved with trying to learn how to play hockey. “Can’t we just do normal ice skating? Why do we need a stick?” You groaned as he pulled you upright.

“Because I’m the celebrity,” He smiled. “It’s not that hard, y/n. Just like-Go with the flow and stop dragging yourself around so much.” You genuinely questioned why he didn’t just stay in Minnesota. He was more than capable at becoming some hockey player, with how he casually drifted across the ice and maneuvered as elegantly a hockey player could. Of course he was talented in music, which you admired, but if he just stuck to hockey you wouldn’t be here embarrassing yourself. “C’mon, just get this puck into the net and then we can run some laps!” You flailed your arms wildly, falling on the hockey stick and your knees.

“Carlos. I am physically incapable of doing this.”

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It’s been around fifteen minutes and you only made it halfway across the rink. Carlos was waiting for you by the net, looking casual as ever while grinning from ear to ear at seeing you struggle. It was sadistic and horrible and having him make direct eye contact with you was even worse, the weird fluttering in your chest distracting you from standing upright. “You can do it y/n!”

“Please shut up!” You struck the puck with the stick, missing just ramming it into Carlos’ foot. You winced, rushing over to see the damage, and he looked up at you in awe.

“Hey-You just skated across the rink!” He laughed, before you fell backwards in either shock or just being heads over heels in love. “Oh. Well, at least you managed to make it over here!”

“Did you get hurt?” You asked, shaking some stray ice shavings off the back of your head. He offered a gloved hand, firmly holding your’s to pull you back up. You held the back of your head, hissing at the soreness.

“I’m alright. Maybe we should get you a helmet next time, but I’m sure by the time we’re done with this you’ll be a total hockey expert.”

“Please don’t lie to me,” you snorted, before slowly making your way back to the benches. Next time? He wanted to do this again? Sure you guys were friends but you didn’t spend that much time together-Did this mean he enjoyed spending time with you? “Next time? I’m not sure if my knees could handle a next time,” you emphasized, rubbing your hands over the sore joints.

“So we’ll get you knee pads, duh,” Carlos finally took a seat next to you, swinging his legs around. “I like hockey and I like you, sooo…”

“You like me?” You asked, bewildered.

“Wait…Was this not a date?”

“What do you mean not a date??” He hurriedly took his phone out of his pocket, rubbing off the melted ice and opening the conversation. You didn’t expect your name to be saved in his phone with a smiley face, and that made you feel even warmer inside.

Hey so 4 the date, how does the fifteenth sound?

He pointed exaggeratedly at the text you sent, your cheeks flushing from the sheer humor of the situation. “Date as in the day, you idiot!” You laughed, a slightly gross sound due to your runny nose from being in a cold ice rink for so long.

“Wait, so that wasn’t a confession?” Carlos scratched his head, putting his phone away and holding his hockey stick. You began to undo the laces of your skates, sighing and shaking your head.

“Well, do you like me?” He nodded, dumbfounded at the idea that the word, “date,” could have two different meanings. “Then I like you too,” you smiled over your shoulder, as his face slowly morphed into a warm grin.

“Wanna get ice cream then?” He asked, rushing to stand, almost bouncing with giddy energy. You tried to hide your enjoyment to his evident response to you liking him back, and you attempted to hide how you felt like a million butterflies got released in your chest. He rushed off before even hearing your answer, tripping in his skates and falling to the ground. You winced, walking over to help him up as he continued to grin at you. “Oh man, isn’t this crazy?”

“Crazy,” you indulged. He nodded excitedly, practically ripping off his skates to run to the lobby with you so you two could get ice cream. He was more excited than you about this predicament, this revelation of friends to lovers.

“But we’re gonna do this again right? ‘Cuz you never managed to get the puck in the net,” he bounced around you, his energy infectious—your cheeks hurting from smiling.

“I guess. Only if you pay for the ice cream.”

“Deal!!”

i am begging you all to stop treating this site like instagram if you dont want it to be content free by next year

There’s no way you’re prepared to hear the name

I just remembered my second Pride, where I made different flag themed daisy chain bracelets/necklaces to hand out. I need folks to understand something:

They were free.

They were fucking free.

They were maybe ¢60 of acrylic yarn each at the most, and the whole ziploc bag of them took 2 hours max.

Three people gave me sad eyes until I took their money.

Someone who was clearly the mom friend of their group made me take a $5 and gave a 10 minute pep talk.

At least four more people insisted on getting change to pay for the, once again, free bracelets.

In spite of all these shenanigans, the absolute best was this one person who I can only describe as, “queer surfer dude who looks like a boyfriend who looks like a girlfriend.” I can remember nothing of the outfit, only the impeccable vibes. I did the same thing I did with everyone else, explaining the bracelets were free, and they nodded along as they took the last 6 strand rainbow bracelet. As soon as they had it on their wrist, they pointed at something over my shoulder and, like a fool, I looked.

Next thing I know, they’re running off cackling, yelling, “YOU’LL NEVER CATCH ME!” and I’m holding a fucking $20. I had to stop at least two people from chasing them, cause they thought the person stole something, and then they tried to give me money cause they thought it was funny seeing me flail over people being Too Nice.

That was the year I got reverse-robbed at Pride. I hope everyone out there is having a good time and, in particular, that queer surfer dude is out there still causing benevolent chaos.

Bing Bong Bing;

So I’ve seen a bunch of friends fics being written and I thought I’d give it a go so voila enjoy x

Summary - awaking in the middle of the night draws a fear to you, only for your best friend to find out your well kept secret

Pairing - Chandler Bing x Monica’s roommate!Reader

Warnings - dangerous use of frying pans, secret relationships

"will you do it for me? please?"

Robin Buckley x Hopper!Female!Reader

Warnings: angst, reciprocated and unreciprocated feelings, differing relationship with food, jealousy fluff, mentions of death and grief

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Sometimes it was simply easier to daringly gaze off into the distance and pretend that you had a normal life in a normal town, where monsters didn’t exist in this world or another and people that you loved were still alive. You could hear their whispers in regards of your late father, and it was as if his sad departure repelled people away from you, or perhaps you were just pushing them away.

It didn’t matter what any of them thought, he had died a hero doing far more than his duties being the sheriff, he had closed off the gate into the Upside Down before Joyce’s very pained eyes, no body remaining after his deterred sacrifice. El had become like a little sister to you after your dad took her in but now she was gone too, she had travelled away from Hawkins with Will and Jonathan and their mother whilst you remained. Alone.

The food on your lunch tray didn’t appear at all appealing and thus you gritted your teeth and softly pushed the meal away, the last thing you wanted to do was add contents to your stomach when you already felt sick to it. “You have to eat otherwise who is going to listen to me recite every little bit of progress I make with Vicky when I come out of practice?” Robin gently nudged the plastic platter back in your direction, sufficing a groan from your throat.

“I don’t know, Steve?” She sent you an encouraging smile as you tried to stop your mouth from salivating from the sight of the pre-made grub, understanding that it would take time for you to find enjoyment in the mundane habits of living without your parental figure present.

“Well y/n/n, you’re a better listener than my fellow patriot on the payroll, plus you sure are prettier to look at when I’m talking.” She joked however despite that you could still feel your heart race in your chest, an affect that only Robin Buckley and being by a demogorgan could cause.

Vicky was truly one lucky girl, she had the undivided attention of the funniest, sweetest young woman, and she probably didn’t even notice it. If it were you then you wouldn’t spare a moment to reciprocate her tender feelings, to hold her hand when it was just you two and be the main audience for her comedic jokes. “But I’m not the prettiest. I can’t even play an instrument and I am definitely not someone that you would want to talk about like you do with her.”

It was rather a relief that you were being avoided by everyone as though you had the plague because that meant that nobody heard you… except for Robin. Her mouth was strung in an agape expression, consuming the tension that coursed through you veins as she stared at you with concerningly wide eyes, there was nothing more that you could say to make this worse and so you awaited for the blonde to speak in return.

“What? Are you saying that you like me, because I like you too I just thought that you were straigh- the whole Vicky thing was just a distraction because I always have to be focused on something, but also an investment because I want someone to care about me and want to spend every waking moment with me. Like I get if I’m not understanding this right but-“

“But you are.” You confirmed for her, muting her adorable rant as you felt the estranged feeling of a smile pulling at the apples of your face. “You really don’t want to be with Vicky?” You asked, finding relief when your friend shook her head from side to dishevelled side, the action allowing you to sigh from the weight that left from upon your scarred and opened hearted chest.

“I just want you, and I know that things have been difficult for you lately but I just want to help make them easier. But to do that you’re gonna need a lot of energy because I have far too much to say, so will you eat just a little?” Conflict settled upon your face, you wanted to yet at the same time did not, Robin picked up on this wanting to give you a small push in the right direction. “Will you do it for me? Please? I need my best listener conscious, not to mention I cannot endure another shift without having to rant about it afterwards.”

The plastic fork felt foreign within your grasp, however you still pierced it into the mash of a meal like a needle, before extracting a lump that would no doubt make your stomach beg for more food after digestion. This wasn’t just for you though, the people that you cared for were obsoletely worried, and if your father were looking down on you now then he would have wanted you to be happy and healthy, not missing meals because you missed him.