Disclaimer- Not mine. I’m just borrowing them for a little while and will return them unharmed when I am finished. Author’s Notes- Sometimes I get a prompt and know I don’t want to write it the “right” way. This was one of those times. The prompt was “Don’t touch me” and I knew I didn’t want to do angst. Instead, this piece of total fluff was born. Pairing- Chris/MC Summary- The roommates prepare for a Halloween party. Rating- PG-13 Words- 260
I walked into the house and froze at the sight in front of me. Before I could question it, Chris saw me and smiled.
He reached for me, but I evaded his touch. “Don’t touch me!” I squealed, “you have pumpkin guts all over your hands.”
“I didn’t realize you were so shallow,” he teased.
“You better believe it, baby,” I said saucily, “I only let gorgeous football captains with clean hands touch me.” I waved a hand towards the dozen or so pumpkins that were currently dominating our living space. “What’s going on here? Are we carving pumpkins for the entire block?”
“Ask the two of them,” Chris said, nodding towards Becca and Zack, who were standing together, evaluating our army of jack-o-lanterns.
“If we’re going to throw a Halloween party, we need to do it right,” Becca said haughtily. “I don’t do anything halfway.”
“Becca’s right, we need to create the proper ambiance,” Zack said enthusiastically. “Do you want to help, Savannah?”
“Nope. I don’t do pumpkin guts.” I told him, wrinkling my nose. “However, if you want to put me to work in other ways, I guess that’s ok. After I shower.” I grinned at Chris. “Want to join me, Powell? It looks like you need to get clean.”
Chris immediately dropped the pumpkin he was holding.
Zack groaned. “Savannah! Neither Becca or I needed that visual!”
I just laughed and darted up the stairs, hearing Chris’s footsteps right behind me.
“Make it quick!” I heard Becca call, “these pumpkins won’t carve themselves!”
Since Paper's the Paperhat kid, how do the Hats react to that?
Grey: “I’m disappointed in you, black.”
White: “How is that even possible?!”
Rainbow: “Black Hat I knew you for how many years, I thought I taught you enough about fashion, and here you go, dressing your little shit kid in some ugly ass sweater vest- come here pumpkin- let me go get you something that is more fashionable. Unlike your tasteless father over here”
Hiii I love your one shots :) Could you write one where cedric likes y/n (she’s in ravenclaw and she’s a bit shy) and she’s the only one who’s oblivious to his liking to her. she’s been pushing him away because she’s worried for him since he became champion. but he like tries to be with her as much as he can like walk her to class etc, and he ends up asking her to the yule ball and admitting his feelings, and she ends up admitting hers too? Sorry if it’s too specific haha xx
I stopped in the middle of the empty hallway, trying to catch my breath and remember what had happened.
All I could remember from dinner tonight was sitting with Cedric, my friend, at the table, waiting for the Goblet of Fire to choose our champion. I remember hoping that Cedric wouldn’t get chosen, because even though the teachers said that everything would be fine, we were going into dangerous times and anything could happen.
I remember suddenly getting very cold as Dumbledore read out Cedric’s name from the little slip of paper that the Goblet spit out, dropping my fork onto the table, and running out of the hall.
I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes, tears threatening to drip from my eyes. Out of all the 17-year olds who put their name in the goblet, why did Cedric have to get picked?
Cedric suddenly appeared out of the corner of my eye and I straightened up, wiping at my eyes to make sure that no stray tears were still on my face.
“Y/n, what are you doing out here?”
I forced a smile onto my face and beamed up at him. He looked worried, his facial expression started up the butterflies that just refused to leave from my stomach.
“My… my stomach just hurt a little and I thought I’d go lay down on my bed.” Lies stumbled out from me, and I cringed. I had never lied to Cedric, and it hurt to start.
Roman Holiday- (n.) an occasion on which enjoyment or profit is derived from others’ suffering or discomfort.
“Dad,” You called out with a strong voice to the drunken figure that walked in through the broken front door. You got up from your patched-up couch and skirted around the empty glasses of alcohol left all around the house to help the staggering figure get inside. He held an empty glass bottle in his hand with a grip strong enough to kill someone. “Dad.” You became wary of your father as you softly called out to him, stopping yourself from getting close. You knew he was going to burst soon, as he usually did. “It’s around midnight dad, I think you should get in bed-”
Out of nowhere, your father threw his bottle at the wall behind you. The sudden crash frightened you, suddenly knocking the breath from your lungs. The sharp pieces clattered loudly to the hardwood floor and shone dully in the ever-constant dimming light of the living room. “That bitch!” Your drunken father’s words slurred together as he limped his way into the kitchen. You carefully followed him, maintaining your distance. “That motherfucker threw me out of his bar!” He yanked opened the refrigerator door and pulled out one of many beer bottles before slamming it shut, rattling the empty cereal boxes that sat above. “That fucker!” He popped the top off with no problem and chugged half the beer in one go.
“Dad,” Taking tenuous steps towards him, your main goal was to get him to bed. “Isn’t it time to go to sleep? I mean the neighborhood-”
His booming voice stopped you in your tracks. “Who gives a fuck about the neighborhood?! We live next door to a bunch of crack addicts and drug dealers! I certainly don’t give a fuck!”
“Let’s go to sleep, please?” You begged your father, who had drunkenly sat down in a rickety wooden chair next to the dining table, his poison in hand.
He was the reason why your nights were always painfully long.
Summary: Dan takes his and Phil’s little child out trick-or-treating for Halloween this year for the first time, while Phil stays home and hands out candy to the other children. That’s the plan they had.
Note: Less angsty, but Charlie will make an appearance in the next part. So be prepared for that and maybe jealous Lucas.
Lucas walked the streets in a daze. He hadn’t realized he had walked to a familiar place. A place that made him both happy and sad. Topanga’s.
He walked into the bakery, his nose being assaulted by all sorts of wonderful smells. He instantly recognized a familiar tall blond with a sparkly a diamond ring on her left hand and a smile her daughter definitely inherited.
She caught his eye and smiled warmly, ushering him to take a seat by the window.
“It’s been a while, Lucas,” She told him.
“It sure has.” He said weakly.
She told him she’d be right back with a smoothie and an eclair. He watched as a group of middle schoolers came in laughing merrily and complaining about homework. A tall, slender brunette with wide innocent eyes and a somewhat muscular boy with green eyes and charming smile waited behind by the door.
The girl looked at the boy timidly, holding out her hand. The boy took it, grinning widely at her before leaning down to press his lips softly onto her forehead. There was something so innocent about them, so sweet and tender, and so achingly familiar that Lucas had to look away.
“Here you go, pumpkin,” Katy brought him his smoothie and eclair and set it down on the table. She opened her mouth to say something, but instead she looked at the door with alarm.
Lucas, confused and intrigued, looked towards the door. Surely the innocent couple wasn’t doing anything less than innocent.
His eyes didn’t fall on the couple, but instead on a face he had once been accustomed to seeing regularly. Her brown hair was longer than he remembered, glossier and thicker too. Her face had certainly matured, but her eyes still held that childlike wonder in them that made them sparkle like jewels. She was still very fond of floral print and bright colors, her spring dress showcased that well. Her hand reached up to tuck back her hair and that’s when he saw it.
It was big, shiny and every bit as lovely as she was. Her engagement ring glimmered underneath the light and he could feel his throat constrict at the sight of it. Sure, the wedding invitation had been a huge blow, but seeing her happy and the sparkly diamond ring on her finger made it all seem so tragically real.
He couldn’t stop the name that tumbled out of his lips like a forbidden sin, “Riley.”
Her eyes flew towards him, all trace of happiness gone and Lucas could feel every bit of hope he still had for them shatter at the way she looked at him. He had never felt so distraught, embarrassed and furious in his entire life as he felt in that moment.
She had moved on, he had seen Charlie successfully ask her to be his girlfriend in college, but even then she only agreed to a couple of dates not an official label. Now she was to be branded with the biggest label of love and commitment and it hurt to know it wasn’t with him.
“Lucas,” She gasped. She turned to Katy with a stoic expression. “Can we have a moment?”
Katy nodded and left, Riley took a seat immediately after. Her expression was unreadable and Lucas had never seen her eyes so dull.
“I heard your voicemail,” She smiled weakly at him, wringing her hands as she continued, “I want to thank you for your congratulations. Charlie and I are glad you can make it.”
He winced at the mention of Charlie. He felt a strong, hot feeling bubbling in the pit of his stomach and he clenched his jaw knowing full well what that feeling was. He could allow himself to be jealous. She had moved on and would see be a married woman, and he would only blend into the background again. Maybe they weren’t destined to be anything but friends. Except now they didn’t feel like friends, but strangers.
“I’m glad to be here,” He winced at the broken tone of his voice and the clarity of how it was obvious it sounded that he was lying. “You two deserve each other.”
She nodded mutely, trying to collect her thoughts. “I know the announcement was sudden and you were probably busy, but I really appreciate you coming to my wedding. I’m glad your sticking around for a while considering it’s a couple of weeks away.”
“I’m not just here for you, Riley,” He watched her flinch at his harsh tone, but she remained calm. “I have friends and family, too. I miss everyone and the city. It’s my home.”
“Of course,” She bit her lip glancing down at her watch. “Listen I have to meet with Maya for lunch. We’re all getting together at my place later for our monthly dinner and movies tradition. You should come by. I know you’re staying with Zay, he told me he’d ask you if you’d want to come but I figured I’d ask right now. I hope you can make it. Charlie really wants to see you.”
She got up, brushing the skirt of her floral dress and beaming at Lucas. She abruptly pulled him into a hug. He tensed up at the feel of her arms wrapped around him but he quickly softened into her touch. He could smell her flowery perfume and feel her warmth radiating off her and onto him. The hug was too brief for his liking as she was already pulling away.
He felt like he was being shoved into a tub full of ice as she let go. Her eyes were misty and a weak smile graced her lips. She gazed at him tenderly, and he felt the onslaught of butterflies fluttering in his stomach as she stared at him with those hopeful eyes. He suddenly felt like he was in middle school again and like everything was right in the world.
Until a sparkle flitted through his peripheral vision. Her ring. The harsh reality of it all came crashing on him like an icy avalanche. She no longer was his to love.
“It was nice seeing you, Lucas.” She smiled at him, before strolling to the exit.
He watched her go. He always watched her go and just like every other time, she took a piece of his heart with her.