Hello, Can I Have Some Puppeteer Hcs I Am In Serious Need Of It

hello, can i have some puppeteer hcs i am in serious need of it <3

These are very very short and low-quality, also I'm sorry for the long wait. I have not been online like at all :')

More Puppeteer Headcanons

He's one of those guys that really enjoy watching the goriest, most brutal stuff just to hear other people gripe to him about it. He's indifferent on whether or not he actually likes the content.

There are times that he will just sit down in his room and turn on an old cartoon he used to watch when he was younger (ex. Alvin and the Chipmunks, Rugrats, Garfield), and nobody knows about that. It's one of his many secrets that he doesn't care to reveal to anyone.

Jonathan is impossible to embarrass. Seriously, people have tried to do it before but it failed every time. The guy seems completely incapable of being insecure in any way.

He loves the snow. I mean he really loves the snow. It reminds him of when his little siblings would run outside and make snow angels, have snowball fights, make snowmen, and those are the memories that keep him from being completely hollow. Kind of sad when you think about it.

He has an old, worn-out baseball cap that his dad gave to him before he died in the hospital, and he keeps it stored away in the top of his closet so nothing happens to it.

i'm going to every creepypasta blog i can find on tumblr and give them a cookie and milk! you're number 44 ^^ here you go!! 🍪🥛

Yum, that was delicious - thanks!! There's nothing better than virtual cookies and milk, am I right?

<3

Hey! Just wanted to send in a one-shot! I was wondering (if you havent don't it before) could you do a one-shot where the Reader can read minds? Maybe with a cp you haven't written in a while? (I love all the cps you write, so you can choose whoever you think would fit this!)

Absolutely! I apologize for the wait, but I hope you like it anyway <3

P.S. This was a very ambiguous request so I started writing this with nothing particular in mind and just let the words flow, so if it seems completely random that's because it is :D I'm sorry if it isn't what you wanted!

Warning: Slightly graphic content featured down below for those of you who are sensitive to that kind of stuff.

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Ticci-Toby x Reader

Toby was not confident that he could do this. He really was not confident that he could do this. At first, he thought, eh, seems a bit challenging, but surely it couldn't be that bad, right? However, the more he contemplated the situation, the more he was plagued with second thoughts. This wasn't a good idea, and that fact was making itself more and more apparent to him within each minute that dragged on.

He was sitting in a tree, outside of an abandoned warehouse, gazing quietly through a window. He could see people gathered inside, having some kind of meeting. They were speaking, but he couldn't make out anything they were saying thanks to the walls muffling their voices.

Slenderman sent him here to wipe them out because, according to him, they were "getting too close to discovering where they reside". Toby counted at least four heads, maybe more, and he was beginning to ponder why on earth his boss would ever send him out here, completely alone.

He had told him that there was supposed to be someone coming from another hideout in the woods to assist, but they hadn't showed up yet. This left Toby by himself, having to make an important decision too soon for his own liking. Does he take a chance and attack without any backup? Does he wait another hour for this mysterious person to show up? Or does he just call it quits and report back to Slenderman that he couldn't do it because he was outnumbered and nobody came to help?

As little as Toby knew about Slenderman, he was certain about one thing; he didn't like his workers coming back unsuccessful, and such things very often resulted in punishment. Punishment that Toby had no interest in experiencing.

But what was worse? Getting killed trying to fight, or going back and getting mentally (and physically) scarred? Maybe he would get lucky and Slenderman would instead get mad at this other person for not doing as they were told and take it out on them? There was no way of knowing; that entity was far too unpredictable.

With a defeated sigh, Toby glanced around the area one last time, looking through the trees shrouded by a darkness only the night could provide, searching for his supposed partner for the evening. But he saw no sign of anyone.

He inched closer to the window, carefully using a tree limb as his path as he drew his hatchets. If he was going to do this, then he was going to have the element of surprise on his side.

He took one last breath of self-compure, readied his stance, and shoved the blade of his hatchet through the window, shattering the glass and giving the people inside no time to react as he jumped through. He could hear startled gasps and yelps of surprise and confusion, and he landed on the floor, several feet away from the group.

"Who the hell is that??"

"What are you doing?"

He ignored the shocked questions and stood to his full height; the moonlight shining through the broken window and illuminating his frame, making him seem bigger and more intimidating than he really was. Weapons in hand and face covered with his signature goggles and mouthguard, he strided forward and narrowed his eyes.

"What do you want??"

Saying nothing, he lept at the closest one to him; a man, likely in his early to mid twenties, and sunk his hatchet deep into his neck. Warm crimson squirted out across his clothes and made a puddle in the floor, and Toby could hear the gargled pleas of the poor guy as he stumbled to the floor. There was no point in finishing him off; he'd bleed out within a couple of minutes anyway.

Shouts of terror erupted from around him and everyone made a valiant effort to back away, but Toby was quicker. He tackled a girl to the ground and sliced her head open, soon repeating the hit until she wasn't moving anymore.

As he was doing this, he failed to notice someone sneak up behind him, and before he had a chance to defend himself, he was struck in the back of the head with a blunt, metal object and instantly fell over, vision going blurry and senses now screwed up. His grip automatically tightened on his hatchets, and he attempted to stand to his feet and stab whoever it was that interfered with his mission, only to be met with a whack to the side of his face.

This knocked him on his back, and he blinked frantically, trying desperately to gather his bearings so he wouldn't be overpowered. Is this it? He thought. Is this where my pitiful excuse for a life ends?

The man lifted the steel rebar to swing again, but was cut off when a blade was plunged straight through his throat. Toby could barely see the pain in his eyes as he was thrown to the concrete ground below, coughing and sputtering incoherent sentences as he writhed around and clutched the wound.

The person that was the cause of such an injury shoved their sword into his chest, and the man stopped moving almost instantly. While they allowed Toby to recover, the person swiftly sprinted over to the other ones that had tried in vain to escape. He didn't see it himself, but he could hear pained screams and what sounded like metal clashing against the wall before it all went silent.

Toby rubbed at his head in discomfort, forcing himself up but losing his balance and having to clutch the rails of a staircaise beside him. Calm footsteps echoed through the building as someone approached, and Toby met their eyes but couldn't see the bottom half of their face due to the mask they were wearing.

"Sorry I didn't get here sooner." They spoke, and Toby couldn't help but notice the voice sounded lighter than he'd expect from a male. "I had some...business, to attend to."

"I almost died," he spat, keeping a hand glued to his head and sending a glare at who was most certainly a girl. "Yy-you had a job to do, and you almost w-weren't present to even do it."

She pulled the hood away from her head and sheathed her sword, shrugging nonchalantly. "I said I was sorry."

Bitch, he thought, grimacing at the consistent throbbing in his mind. She hardened her gaze.

"Who are you calling a 'bitch'? You couldn't even fight off a few guys! That's pretty pathetic, in my opinion."

Wait, what did she just--? His lips parted incredulously as he stared down at her. I must have muttered it or something...

"You didn't mutter anything, hatchet boy. Toby, is it?" She stuck her hand out, and he lowered his gaze hesitantly. "Nice to meet you. Boss informed me a little about your profile but was vague, for the most part. I'm Y\n."

He blinked at her before scoffing and pushing himself away. "Screw off. I-I'm not being ff-f-friendly with someone as undependable as you."

"Fine, have it your way." She stuffed her hands into her pockets and tilted her head. "And by the way, I'm not 'undependable'. Just not used to working with other people."

"Sure." The venom was noticeable in his words as he staggered over to pick up his hatchets that had been dropped previously. "Where do you l-ll-live, a-anyway?"

"Wouldn't you like to know." She was two steps ahead of him and bended over to pick up the weapons herself, so he wouldn't fall on his face and damage himself any more. He snatched them from her grasp.

"I just want to know w-why it took so long for you to shh-s-show up." She raised an eyebrow and the corners of her lips pulled upward.

"I already told you why I was late."

Boss won't be pleased to hear that answer.

"Maybe he won't. But he'll understand once I explain it to him." She crossed her arms and he shot her another glare.

"How do you dd-do that?"

"Do what?"

"You know what. D-dd-don't play dumb."

"Oh. You mean the mind-reading?" She grinned coyly and began dragging one of the bodies toward the center of the large room.

"Liar. Thh-that isn't possible."

"Is it not?" She hummed with feigned disappointment. "My bad."

Then again, ghosts, demons, and mind-controlling exists...

"You make a compelling point, Toby." He grabbed the wrists of the girl he killed a few minutes prior and copied Y\n's movements, sharpening his scowl.

"Ss-stop it."

"And why should I? You've been nothing but unpleasant to me."

"I wonder why."

"So if you won't try to be decent, then I won't try to be decent." She raked a hand through her hair. "It's as simple as that."

"Ff-fine." He breathed a puff of air through his nose. "I didn't wanna know, anyway."

"Yes, you do." He heard her murmur, and he only shook his head defiantly as they worked together to dispose of the bodies, leaving no trace of evidence behind them.

This is so wholesome...

Poor Jack <3

Do you remember how EJ is scared of storms on his personality chart? Can you write something where the reader is comforting him through one?

If there was one thing Jack really hated about his instincts, it was how they made him react to storms. Jack likes rain, he absolutely loves it, loves sitting outside in it and just breathing in the fresh scent. However, Jack HATES storms, in fact, he's downright terrified of them. One small boom of thunder or one crack of lightning is enough to have him curling into a ball and absolutely shaking.

It's during severe storms that things get really bad and he really needs you by him to comfort him. He'll go to his little hiding area on the lowest floor of the mansion, and curl up in there with you beside him to try and block out the noise but his senses make it so difficult because even if as a human you can't hear it, his body is making him sense the storm loud and clear. It's the one time you'll see Jack absolutely lose his stoic outer shell, shaking and trembling and panting, gasping for air, and sobbing out in fear because of the storms raging overhead.

It's very common for him to go into panic attacks, but with you there he finds it easier to try and calm down. Go through breathing exercises with him, pet his hair and scratch behind his big ol' kitty ears, stroke his tail and his back, pull him close to you. Just keep reinforcing that it's okay, that you're there, that everything is going to be alright. If it's a lucky day, he'll usually end up falling asleep from your comfort, wrapping himself tightly around you and snuggling into you for the comfort he seeks. If he stays awake, just keep soothing him with sweet kisses and affection, and tough out the storm with him. He always repays you for your kindness ten fold, and he loves you so desperately for it, for the love and acceptance you give to him.

Gotcha (Tim’s the target)

[Y\n]: Did you know that if you say “watermelon” really slowly, it sounds just like “gullible”?

[Tim]: It does not.

[Y\n]: Prove it.

[Tim]: Wa-ter-mel-on.

[Tim]: See? It sounds nothing like—

[Y\n]: Raises eyebrow and smirks

[Tim]:

[Tim]: Damn it.

This killed me. I'm dead. It's too sweet for me to handle.

wildflower

pairing: cedric diggory x hufflepuff!reader

summary: you weren't too sure what to think when a new eye candy transfers to hogwarts and becomes the new seeker of the hufflepuff's quidditch team but you realize in time that he is all of what you hoped for.

word count: 3.7k

tags: @specialagentsoftie

note: so this is all just a bunch fluff. i'm not sure how i feel about it in terms of cringey and hope y'all like it! figured i'd post this anyways either way though lol. i made up the way reader and cedric met at hogwarts so, it's non-canon from the movie.

another note: italics are flashbacks! :)

it was cold.

you could see everybody’s breath in the air outside and knew it was a crime to be out and about now with freezing and chilly weather.

the snow outside coated the ground by inches and the black coats zippered up and wrapped around you only helped so much. you were the type to freeze easily and the climate at hogwarts didn't help your situation at all.

minutes ago before you walked outside, you knocked on the door to his dorm after surveying the hufflepuff’s common room and noticed there weren't very many people around. and when cedric opened the door after you rapped on it a few times—he took in the view of your body wrapped around your blanket before pulling you into his room.

pathetically enough, you were shivering in the halls even with your mitten covered hands stuffed in the pockets of your coat. you weren't about to admit the doubled up socks on each of your feet either underneath the knee-length boots you wore today.

"are you cold?" cedric successfully taunted you when you reached your arm out of the pocket of your jacket and then under the blanket to slap his arm. he hissed and glared your way playfully while rubbing his arm dramatically.

you shrugged with a smirk on your lips and he plopped down onto his soft bed. “don’t get too comfortable.” he suggested when noticing you trying to sneakily get underneath his covers. 

“what i’d do for one of those thermal blankets the muggles use.” you sighed dreamingly while watching him walk towards his closet.

“imagine having a postal company deliver the package to hogwarts? dumbledore would have an aneurysm.” cedric replied and you couldn’t help yourself when imagining the scenario playing out in your mind. 

he turned to the side to admire your smile while you were a little distracted while pulling out a coat. then he closed the closet up and walked back over, holding it in your direction to offer an extra to put over your body. you gladly took it with a smile. "thanks ced."

cedric backed up a few steps and brushed a hand through his brunette hair. not being able to help himself he joked, “can’t have you walking around with your blanket wrapped around you. your height already makes you look so adorable.”

you got off from the bed when he exaggerated with your blanket in hand and scoffed. cedric bit his lip nervously while continuing to back up before he felt the wall pressed against him.

he rubbed the back of his nervously while you held the blanket up to his height and above your own head. “i’m just kidding.” he gulped before you took it and put it over his face.

when he tugged it down from his face he spotted you innocently standing by the door with his jacket around you. “i was going to leave it here anyway. just put it on the bed and i’ll come get it later after we get back.”

while you zippered it up you noticed this particular jacket was the one that you often saw him wearing before he ended up buying a new one for the upcoming winter that you were suffering in now.

and it was longer than the one you had previously put on about twenty minutes ago so, you couldn't argue with him on that steal.

"alright.” he laughed and added with a more serious tone. “oh and by the way—you don't need to thank me. you're my best friend, wildflower."

today was the first quidditch match of the season and you were sitting at the edge of your seat in anticipation. the hufflepuffs didn't score well last season and you were hoping they wouldn't come out with last place again for the year.

y/g/b/f (your girl best friend) sat down on the stands next to you with an umbrella in her hands. you turned and looked at it with a confused face. but she just smiled at your contemplating thoughts and looked up at the sky once before supplying you with an answer.

“well it looks bright now but i have a feeling it’ll rain later.” she always had a suspicion for when it was going to rain or snow and you never second guessed her because every single time she was right.

“did you know we’re having a new seeker play on the team today? i believe he’s going to be captain too if he plays his cards right this game.” she asked. you didn’t know that.

“wait is he the new guy everybody is talking about? i heard the rumors but you know how they are. i didn’t want to take it seriously until i saw it with my own eyes.” you stated and she nodded. 

“yeah he’s a transfer i think but i’m not too sure. his name is cedric diggory though.” after her reply, you glanced around the stands to see if anybody had diggory signs for the game but with no avail you sighed. before you could respond you felt a few droplets on your shoulder. 

your friend gave you a smart-ass grin and popped out the umbrella to hold it over the both of you. “guess we’ll see how good he is.” you mumbled before seeing the players come up to the playing area with their brooms.

butterbeer was pretty popular during the winter season. many students from school usually went and got some to help regulate their body temperature and keep warm.

everybody else must have gotten the same memo because you were inside the three broomsticks now for some butterbeer and it was crowded.

almost every table was filled with peers and that’s probably why you didn’t see many people in the school. with just one glance around the area, you could already tell the divided area’s of where each school was seated right away. 

your tables were to the left area, the slytherins must have come earlier because they grabbed the back ones, some of the ravenclaw’s were off to the right, while harry and the other gryffindor’s had the middle area.

cedric nudged your side to grab your attention and nodded towards the hufflepuff area. “want to grab us some seats and i’ll get the drinks?” he asked and you nodded. “sure, could you get me a snack too if you don’t mind?” 

he smiled and tucked his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “i suppose i could.” cedric walked away with a wink and you shook your head knowing he was just humoring you.

little did you know he already had planned to get you something else even before the two of you left the dorms. it had gotten to the point where asking him for little things hadn’t bothered you because you reciprocated all of the time.

but sometimes cedric would give you little excuses when it was your turn to pay, just so he could end up paying for whatever you guys were having or getting. he always spoiled you.

"ah the golden girl is here." hermione scoffed and watched you walk towards the hufflepuff area. your other best friend was seated already and started talking to you when you sat.

the brunette from the red colored house didn't particularly dislike you since you were always nice. sometimes you chatted with her while working on a project that you were paired for. then other times you gave her a soft smile when catching her eye while walking in the halls towards your next class.

she definitely couldn’t help but respect and admire you.

but the reason she didn’t put herself out there and try to befriend you was because you were one of the girls known in school for your smartness, quick reflexes, and witty attitude. 

when people from school talked about you and referred to you as the golden girl instead of your name most of the time—it wasn’t that you were golden per-say but the fact that it matched up perfectly with the school’s color that you sorted it.

hufflepuff was known for its represented yellow color.

and there’s no doubt about it that hermione was also known around the school. but, she felt it was for all of the wrong reasons. despite not having it any other way as one of harry's best friends, she wondered if not for him that in an alternate lifetime that she would be you. 

“why is she wearing cedrics jacket?” ron asked after following hermione’s stare. harry thumped him on the back of his head and then shook his own. “why does it matter?” the one with a thunderbolt on his forehead replied.

“well it is interesting, isn’t it?” the brunette said in defense of ron’s question. the one who didn’t seem curious at all took a sip of the butterbeer in front of him.

he licked his lips, thinking then replied to them with a response. “i mean it’s not our business but it is an odd find now that you pointed it out. maybe he’s just being friendly?”

“as if! cedric has had a crush on y/n since he met her. she’s just oblivious to it all,” she paused and tapped her chin. “—or is she?” ron gasped at her accusation but took a sip of his own drink before she could hear his outburst.

harry noticed her getting riled up once again and sighed. “well i don’t know what else to say. maybe you should just introduce yourself already and ask her instead of me.” he shrugged and hoped to end the conversation there.

you knew exactly who cedric diggory was when he swiftly passed by the hufflepuff area during the game. of course, he was wearing yellow. 

the game has been going on for a decent amount of time now and he was stacking up the scores on the quidditch board—easily passing by the score of the gryffindor’s team.

cedric was undoubtedly the new eye candy for the whole school with the gasps and ‘awes’ from the other girls sitting in the stand. your friend was so busy watching harry that she didn’t catch the commotion.

you didn’t really pay attention to him to get a good glance at his face so, you thought he was just another arrogant rich boy and rolled your eyes.

what you didn’t notice was the way it was like a slow-motion love at first sight situation for him when he went by. since it stopped raining through the middle of the game he was able to catch a quick view of you. 

the week wasn’t done yet so it was possible he’d be seeing more of you in another class he hadn’t had yet. and cedric hoped you were because he couldn’t help but look over in your direction throughout the game to catch another glimpse of your face.

it was still humid outside and you tried wiping your makeup a few minutes ago since it was under your eyes now, but you only smudged it further. your robe was drenched with your wavy and half-dried hair now lying down the back of it. 

but he didn’t care what you thought about yourself because he knew without a doubt that you were the prettiest girl there.

“cedric’s looking pretty good today.” y/g/b/f voiced for the first time today. you played with the napkin in your hand while trying to get a glimpse of cedric. 

“i don’t think you would know even if he was—since you spend all your time looking at harry.” cedric was up to the counter now waiting for your butterbeer and food.

“uh huh. don’t think i haven’t admired cedric before from afar though.” after a moment of not answering her, y/g/b/f noticed that you weren’t paying attention. you knew exactly what she was hinting towards.

cedric did look good.

his hair had that ‘just woken up’ style to it and he always managed to look even more attractive then he should have. the yellow scarf wrapped around his neck was the one that came with every hufflepuff’s supplied uniform clothing.

he usually wore it when you sat with him in potions on a chilly morning and you caught yourself wanting to take it off of him and wear it sometimes.

he always smelled good and it comforted you in ways a best friend shouldn’t have the ability to.

you seemed to have let your guard down and stared longer then you should have which confirmed what y/g/b/f already knew. “i knew it!” she chuckled and stated more loudly than the last comment to snap you out of the zoned out state you were in. 

“know what?” you asked while placing the napkin back down on your table.

cedric was reaching the table and you wanted the conversation to end quickly. you usually dragged out conversation topics like this so you had time to think of another one to distract her with. but, she always found a way to circle it back around again. 

you had to shut it down before he could hear, already knowing exactly what she wanted to talk about again.

“i’ll tell you later before our curfew.” y/g/b/f smirked and you sighed knowing she would in fact take the time out of her night to find you before bed. lucky you.

“hey y/g/b/f. how has your day been?” he asked your other friend while sitting down and placing your refreshments in front of you and then doing the same with his. 

she grinned at you then glanced over at him, “pretty good i guess if it wasn’t for this weather i would say great. how about you? and how’d you manage to get this one out?” she gestured towards you, causing you to roll your eyes. 

here we go again.

you were walking down the path back to the hogwarts dorms with y/g/b/f and some others. there was going to be a small celebration in the hufflepuff’s common room and other students were trying to hurry back without raising suspicions with any professors nearby.

“hey, i’ll be right back y/n/n. i see luna and i’m going to go ask her if she has a hair tie.” she said and pointed to the curly knots that she had on her shoulders.

you nodded and continued along the path while she walked over to the other side. it was quiet for a moment and you surveyed the peaceful area, a few feet over in the grass was a small patch of flowers.

you were about to take a quick look at them before feeling someone tap your shoulder. it was sudden and you couldn’t help but quickly move to the side and form a fist. you were about to throw it but stopped when you stared wide-eyed at the person who scared you.

cedric felt awful and only after he startled you did he realize that you were looking off in the distance of the area. the way you jumped though seemed that you were quick on your feet and he couldn’t help but smirk at the new name he had for you. 

“hey i’m sorry for startling you wildflower but i just wanted to introduce myself. i’m cedric diggory.” he introduced with a panty-dropping smile.

you weren’t sure if it was some kind of joke so you treaded carefully. “uh it’s okay, it’s my fault really for not paying attention but i’m y/n y/l/n. nice to meet you ced.”

cedric held out his hand for you to shake and you took it, giving him a firm shake. after you let go he smirked and questioned. “ced, huh?”

he crouched down to pick up a flower that you were looking at earlier and it reminded you to ask, “wildflower, huh?” you met his statement equally and folded your arms together so they were across your chest to look more tough.

his cheeks tinted a minor shade of pink and tried to hide his embarrassment by ducking down and ignoring your question. instead he glanced back up to tuck a hair behind your ear and then placed the flower there.

“yes, wildflower.” 

and how could you argue with him when he was being so sweet?

the two of you made it back to the common room after an hour of eating, then chatting with cedric and your other best friend. he was sitting on the bed with you sitting next to him.

you’ve been sitting for only about a minute or so—only enough time to shrug off your jackets and place them on the desk chair between that time after walking back to his dorm.

“would you like to lay down for a few minutes?” cedric asked when he noticed the tiredness shown clear as day on your face.

“sure” you agreed and you laid down while he shook your blanket out for the two of you to use. his eyebrows scrunched together when he realized it wouldn’t make much of a difference in comfort with how small it was.

you chuckled watching him trying to maneuver it around and he glanced your way with a smirk of defeat. “hmm, seems this blanket is a little small. would you like to go under the covers?”

cedric was giving into what you wanted earlier before the two of you left and he knew that too. the three broomsticks' food was delicious as always and you just wanted to relax for a few minutes after getting teased by your friend.

he grinned watching you get comfortable after the both of you were situated under the sheets and yellow comforter. there was a hufflepuff patch ironed onto it and you rubbed your thumb over it while laying down.

it wasn’t that awkward since you’ve fallen asleep in his arms a couple of times before already. class exams were frustrating and took a lot out of the students so he took comfort in you and vice versa when there was some down time during the weekends throughout the school year.

with an arm around you—he pulled you close to the point where you could feel his warm breath along your neck. “i don’t think you realize how much i treasure these moments y/n/n.”

he spoke breathlessly and you gulped slowly. you were dumbfounded with how seriously he said that. as if it had some kind of hidden meaning behind it. “me too.” you agreed and wondered if he would leave it at that.

but you knew better and cedric never left well alone when he wanted to get a point across. he turned your body slowly with the arm he had around your middle and you faced him with confusion.

he glanced down once before looking back up and continued on with his confession while staring into your doe eyes—a color he deemed his favorite the day that he met you.

“i’ve been fighting myself for a while on whether or not i should tell you this because i didn’t want my feelings to ruin our friendship. i’d rather be your friend than not be a part of your life at all. and i always look forward to seeing you e-everyday.” he paused when his voice cracked.

after cedric cleared his throat he continued, “and i totally understand if you don’t share the same feelings with me but i just couldn’t go on another day without telling you how i—” you cut him off by leaning in and brushing your lips against his.

he moved closer on the bed, so his skin was touching yours. cedric wanted to get as close to you as he possibly could. your hand swept through his brunette curls and you surprised him by tugging it.

he never knew what you were going to do and his friends teased him that you were a wildcard, to which he’d correct them and say you were his wildflower.

cedric smirked into the kiss and you groaned knowing he was being a smart-ass. but in return, he shocked you when he placed a hand delicately on your cheek to cup it rather softly.

he rubbed your cheek while your hand massaged his curls and then moved them downwards to the nape of his neck.

cedric pushed the hair back from your neck with his hand and then placed it back so his thumb splayed across on your cheek in a loving gesture. and you only wanted him closer after feeling sensitive about the whole astonishment that still had you stunned to the core.

you tugged the collar of his shirt and he pulled away with puffy, red lips and a smile. “what’s wrong?”

“i don’t know, i’m just emotional.” you voiced squeakily and full of embarrassment about it. cedric shook his head and before patting his chest, he held up the comforter over the both of you and let the minimal cold air in.

“oh, baby it’s okay. come here and let's cuddle a little before curfew.”

you bit the bottom of your lip and nodded, giving him a smile in return to the one he gave you and then crawled onto him. “i think i like baby better.” you voiced and laid on his chest with your head over his heartbeat.

he let go of the comforter when he noticed you were settled and tugged it firmly around both of your bodies. “better then what?” he asked.

“wildflower.” you admitted and hummed nervously while awaiting his response. you felt cedric shake his head and he put his arms around your body so you were pressed firmly against him before he kissed your forehead.

“you’ll always be my wildflower.” you closed your eyes after giving him a quick kiss on the cheek in response.

after a moment of laying back down you could feel his chest rising up and down in an odd pattern so, you put your head up to see him laughing again at you.

“what now?” you questioned trying to keep a serious facial expression but failing when he grinned.

“guess you got what you wanted, hmm?” cedric said—referring to the fact that you were finally under the comforters and you smirked.

“of course i always do. including finally getting you, ced.”