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[dolly-gutzz]

I’m in lesbians w u

Fourthgrade x talkitive!altish!f!reader

request: “I was wondering if you could do something for Fourth Grade from Mid90's? Maybe they've been going out for a bit go to a party together, and end up having sex. Just some fluffy smut or whatever. If you're comfortable with that, ofc!”

Overview: Fourthgrade and you have been seeing each other for a couple weeks. You decide to hit up a party, just for shits and giggles. But once he sees you in that outfit, looking the way that you do? Well, he just has to have you!

author speaks!!: I’m soooo sorry for this taking literally two months😭 I’ve had so much home stuff going on, (in a usual author fashion) so writing has been my last priority right now. Hope you enjoy!!! Smut isint my usual forte, but I hope I did my boy fourth justice‼️

ps: I headcannon that fourths real name is Indigo, js bc I think it fits him. Ik it’s real artsy fartsy, but it’s cute.

Warnings: smut!!!! Fluffy smut, not proofread, grammar is shit, oral, f!reciving, fourth is a munch,

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fourth grade didn’t really enjoy parties. They were crowded, loud, sweaty, and full of drunk people left and right. He only really went to drink, smoke, and hangout with his friends. Most of the time though, they left him alone. Fuckshit would be off with some girl. Ray would be skating outside or; once again with a girl. Ruben would be sulking off somewhere, and Sunburn hadn’t been to parties with them just yet. So, fourthgrade didn’t really enjoy parties.

until, in you came along.

you were the spark of energy that complimented fourths shy-ness. You dragged him everywhere after you started dating. You frequented malls, pools, and friends houses with your new lover. You were the social butterfly, whereas fourth was the caterpillar that was not quite ready to fly. You flew for him. You dragged him everywhere, and he didn’t mind as long as he was with you. so, when you had mentioned your friend stars’ annual summer house party to fourthgrade, he knew he would be in attendance as long as you were there. You blabbed all week about the party; going on and on about the theme ( Hawaii, of course), how many people were going to be there ( almost everyone from your school) and the music ( you were tasked with burning the CD’s). You were bouncing off the walls with excitement. And fourth… he wasn’t. He cared of course, but people weren’t really his thing. He just expected you to leave him for the entirety of the party like his friends had done forever. He never voiced this, of course. He doesn’t want to hurt your feelings. So, he kept quiet.

soon enough, Saturday rolls around and you’re calling fourth about what you should wear.

“okay, indie. I’ve boiled it down to three options. You gotta tell which one you’d like to see me in the most, Kay?” you asked fourth, speaking a mile a minute in pure excitement.

“alright babe” he sighed on the other line, messing with his cam-corder. If he was gonna be going to the function, he at least has to get some footage out of it.

“cool, okay, first option is…” you trailed off, your side of the line ruffling about as you seem to be looking for something. “A Descendants baby tee with a plaid skirt and some tights, and my boots..” you said, looking at on your outfit laid out in front of you. You waited for fourth to say something on the other line, but heard nothing. “Indigo? Did you hear me?” You questioned. “oh sorry babe, yea yea; what’s the other options?” he replied gruffly, seemingly uninterested. “do you not like that outfit choice?” You asked, a little sad that your boyfriend wasn’t interested in what you wanted to wear in this very special night. “no of course I like it, just keep goin down the line of outfit choices, Kay?” He reassured “okay!” Was your reply before blabbing on about a new outfit. Fourthgrade sighed, before putting down his cam-corder corded and listening to you talk.

As you went down the list of outfits, one stood out. “wait wait, go back to that last one babe” he demanded. “Which one honey? The black halter dress or the shorts and tank?” You replied innocently. “The black dress. Wear the black dress. Please” he ended his sentence off on a polite note, he was nothing if not a gentlemen. “Really? I thought it was kinda basic?” You questioned, holding up the dress in your hands, while your phone was nuzzled between your head and shoulder.

“No it’s not basic babe, just..” he paused for a moment, trying to find the words so he didn’t sound like a creep, “I want to see you in the dress. I’ve never seen it before, right?” He ended. “no I guess you haven’t,” you looked at the dress in your hand . The dress was short, black, and satin. Was backless, so either you went bra less or wore a strapless bra. You decided on the latter.

You bought the dress with parties in mind, just browsing at the mall, Fourthgrade in one hand and a bag full of clothes in another. You tried it on, but never showed fourth. It was a surprise, you thought. For a special occasion. After a thoughtful thirty seconds of deep thought, you spoke. “Yeah I’ll wear the dress” fourthgrade pumped a fist in the air in victory.

See, Fourthgrade didn’t find himself a creep. He wasn’t the richest, but he knew his manners. But he knew that you looked best on tight, short, black dresses. He knew that he liked you in anything, but if his teenage boy hormones could pick out any outfit for you, it would be. The one you were going to wear tonight. So, needless to say, Fourthgrade was ecstatic to see you in that little dress.

You both decided that you would arrive separately, you with your girlfriends ( you all decided to get ready together at Bethany’s house) and fourth would arrive with ray, Ruben, and fuckshit. fourth decided to wear all black, to compliment your outfit in any way he could.

as soon as he arrived, it was like clockwork. Ruben went to some garage, bedroom, or kitchen to people watch. Ray went to some girl he had been talking to, and fuckshit went to get shit-faced. So, fourth was left alone, again, looking for you.

He sat on a couch, half people watching, half looking for you. He didn’t know exactly what that dress you wore looked like, but he had an inkling. He was shaking he was so excited. Some would call it horny, but he decided on excited.

A half an hour later, he was still in that dingy couch, looking around. When he saw it. You. The dress hugged your curves like a goddess on earth. Your hair was up in a hair clip; to show off the entirety of the pretty dress. You had on some thin tights, and black chunky Mary Jane’s. Various jewelry was on your pretty neck and fingers. Your lips were lined and glossed and perfection. Fourthgrade could only compare you to something unworldly. The dim light of the house and night only benefitted your beauty. You looked hot.

you were talking with one of your friends, giggling into your hand before turning your head to look for fourth. Your eyes spot him on the couch. And he just looked too good. He was staring at you like you were perfect. His jaw was slightly slack in shock, his hands balled his baggy jeans in his fists, and his newly dyed blue hair a little messy. He never wanted to brush it unless you did.

You smile at your boy, before sauntering over, making sure your hips popped with each step. Fourthgrades eyes watched you as you walked across the room, taking careful steps towards him; your heels were taller than they usually were. As you stop to meet your boyfriend, he stands up at lighting speed. He was nervous, you could tell.

“babe, h-holy shit you look,” he pauses taking you in, “so fucking good”

you smile even wider.

“thanks baby! I’m so glad you made it” you say excitedly while wrapping your arms around his neck. As your head nuzzle in his neck, he hands find their way on your hips, just in between your ass and hips. He was teetering on inappropriate, and you knew. But he kept his hands where they were, and you kept you lips hovering his neck. You could feel his breath hitch. He was on edge. You were like a drug, more strong than any drink he had ever put his lips on or any drug that he inhaled.

as you pulled away, you could see his grey eyes. His pupils were blown. You smile again, caressing your hand on his temple, brushing his hair with your fingers. “We gotta make our rounds. Yaknow, see people” you take fourths hand and begin to drag him from in front of the couch. “Cmon babe!”

it took an hour

it took an hour before Fourthgrade couldn’t take it anymore. You had dragged him across every square inch of the house. He met people he didn’t even know, and guys that looked at you like you were meat. Sure, he had done that too, a couple times. But you were his. He would never voice that to you, but still. He was pent up, nervous and anxious. And you were popular.

but it took an hour before he broke.

you were in a hallway that was fairly empty. Just three girls, two of them comforting a wailing drunk one in the middle. You were trying to find a bedroom, bathroom, just something so fourth could have a break from all the people.

You sighed, “Jesus, is there not a single empty room in this fucking mansion?” You say, your hand on your temple. Fourth was just staring at you, visibly exhausted but holding it together for you. “You okay, indie? What do you need hun?” you speak to him sweetly, your head tilted caring-ly. He whispered something, his eyes on his beat up converse. You leaned in closer to your boyfriend, smelling his scent of lemon bodywash and cheap cologne; trying to hear what he said.

“you, please” he said, still whispering.

“what?” You replied again, trying to catches what he had said.

“You. I need you. Please babe” he looked at you in the eyes, full of need and love. “What?” You say in confusion “indigo we’re already dating. We made it offic-“ “-no! Okay? No, i need you” he cuts you off in pure want, “I have watched you this entire night in that little black dress like fuckin maniac, right? It’s killing me! I mean actually killing me. I just nee-“ it was your turn to cut him off now, stealing his words with a kiss. Your hands are back on his neck, finding their way to his blue hair. Fourth seized up in surprise before melting into your lips, his hands carefully cradling your face while you make out on the wall. Your back was pressed on the wall while fourth was inching closer to you by the second. Honestly, if he moved any closer to you, you would both merge together. You both make out for a while. Stealing gentle kisses, with the occasional neck and jaw kiss given from you.

After a while, you break for air and look Fourthgrade in the eyes. “You can have me pretty boy; I mean it” you speak with a small smile. Fourths eye light up before taking the lead and opening the first room next to the both of you. He opens the door before immediately closing it. He looks at you with a shocked face. “They were fucking” he admits sheepishly.

Fourth then tries his luck to across the hall, opening up the door with squinted eyes to shield himself from whatever was being the door. Soon he relaxes upon realizing the room was empty. You both entered, he locked the door behind you and stared at you. “are you sure? We don’t have to, y/n” he reassured, like the gentleman he is. You kept eye contact with him. “I’m sure indigo.”

his lips touched yours sweetly, his mouth tasted like bubble gum and spiked punch. You reached the bed, then sat down; looking up at fourth. You watch as he slowly descends to the floor, getting on his knees and placed his hands on your hips, underneath your dress. He never broke eye contact, just looked at your face as he caressed your hips and thighs. “Can I eat you out?” He whispered sweetly. There is a genuine want to do this, like he needed it.

You nodded yes, before crawling back to the headboard and getting comfy amongst the pillows. Fourth followed you, crawling towards you and resting himself between your legs. His hands find their way under your dress again, grabbing the edge of your tights and slowly pulling them off. Your breathing was fast and nervous. You both watched each other, both breathing hard. His eyes were still blown, just purely in love with you.

The tights find their way off your body, and fourth goes back up to remove your black lace underwear. When he notices the type that you decided to wear, he smiles to himself. “chose then for you, just so you know” you say, a little embarrassed. Fourth kissed your thigh as he removed your underwear, admiring them at the same time. “Thank you” he replied earnestly.

Your undergarments are completely gone, and your dress was pulled up to your waist. Fourth was just admiring you, taking you all in. “So perfect” he whispered his fingers grazed your core and you inhaled sharply. “Have you been this wet all night?” He asked, not a teasing bone in his body. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were as pent up as I was” he babbled, unknowingly prolonging your pent up-ness. “Mhmm” you answer, “baby, p-please just touch me” you say. Fourthgrade muttered an ‘oh’ before focusing on your pussy. He spread your legs carefully, his face getting closer to your heat. Then, he delved in. Like a man starved he ate you out. Your pretty moans were the words of encouragement he needed to bear, egging him on to please you as much as he could. Both of your hands were tangled in his hair in pure ecstasy, your face skewed in pleasure.

“y-yes indie, right there. o-oh my go-“ your words were cut off with a moan. Fourthgrades eyes watched as you wriggled, but his hands were planted on your hips, holding them still. As he ate you out, he murmured little things. You catch the tail end of them, too enclosed in pleasure to hear properly.

“so good”

“So pretty”

“Please”

he would beg, and you loved it. His right hand found its way from your hips to your core, his too long fingers plunged into you slowly. You gasp loudly, a moan leaving your lips soon after. “yes indigo yes, fuck!” You squeal, your core tightening as fourth pumped his fingers in and out of you at a moderate place. At some point, he curled his fingers, and you lost it. Your vision went white, moaning fourth grades name out loudly, which made him moan in response. You came hard, and fourth continued to eat you out and pump you until you said no more. When you were done with your high, your hands left fourth grades hair and his fingers left you. He stared at you as he sucked your juices off, licking his fingers clean.

“you taste good, babe” he says after you calm your breathing. You laughed at him. “Thank you” you giggle. He rose from the place between your legs and kissed you, smiling into the kiss. “No, thank you” he responded. After kissing, you pull away to ask, “hey, do you want me to..?” You glance down to his lower half. He thought for a moment before understanding. “Oh! No I kinda already…” he said sheepishly. You immediately understand before nodding joking. “That’s alright too, honestly it’s kinda hot” you said back. He looks up at you.

“Really?”

“really.”

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allllrighty!!! We’re done!! Sorry this is sooo long, I got carried away lol. Hope you guys like it!!

start freaky! love,

Dolly gutz!

[dolly-gutzz]

guys how do we feel abt Juno fanfics bc I’m cooking rn

[dolly-gutzz]

Hazel gf headcannons

the hazel fics and head canons are starting to dwindle so I must step up and make some so here are some gf hazel Callahan head cannons!!

𖦹︎ I definitely think her mom made her do some like vocal or music stuff along with the taekwondo

𖦹︎ I feel like it was vocal lessons

𖦹︎ like in my heart of hearts I feel like this girl can sing

𖦹︎ she hates it tho and with only sings for you and that’s only if she gets annoyed with you asking all the damn time

𖦹︎ this girl is the most touched starved thing on this planet

𖦹︎ why do you think she even pondered a fight club in the first place

𖦹︎ because it wasn’t just female solidarity lemme tell you that

𖦹︎ she wants her hands on you at all times possible

𖦹︎ not in a pervy or weird way

𖦹︎ this chick just likes you

𖦹︎ so let her like you and let her hand be on your ass for comfort for god sakes.

𖦹︎ her favorite places to have her hands on you are your hips, waist, thighs, stomach, basically anywhere.

𖦹︎ also if your chubby(like me!!) this girl will lay on you and your chubby self forever if she could

𖦹︎ your thighs are her happy place

𖦹︎ your stomach is a cloud

𖦹︎ and don’t even get her started on your tits

𖦹︎ ( also she does taekwondo) (This lesbo is strong af) (she can pick you up no matter how much you weigh) (and she will) (she will stop at nothing so be prepared)

𖦹︎ will explain bombs to to like a mad man

𖦹︎ because she is a mad man

𖦹︎ and you will sit there and listen like the good gf you are

𖦹︎ she is cocky like Jesse eisenburg on snl

𖦹︎ and she knows but she also doesn’t

𖦹︎ she flirts

𖦹︎ Whether she means to or not

𖦹︎ she flirts

𖦹︎ She picked up guitar as a small getaway from her parents constant arguments

𖦹︎ she has now found out that she has perfect pitch and can pretty much play any song in the history of the universe in like 15 to 20 mins

That is all I have in me rn, might update later idk

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thinking of late nights w fuckshit ‼️‼️

You’re in your room, the only light is the fairy lights you stole from your sister and the moonlight. Fuckshit is in between your thighs lazily talking away about his day at school and skating. Your fingers run through his honey blond curls and scratch his scalp, something he’s loved for years. Your cocateu twins vinyl plays in the background. You try to figure out the words but what’s the use, it’s the cocateu twins, you could never figure out what their trying to say. Fuckshit looks up at you.

“Youre so beautiful mamas” he says, honey dripping off of his tongue.

“You’re high baby” you say back with a smile. “I’m more truthful when I’m high” he says rubbing circles in your thighs. You analyze his face. His hazel green eyes have a red tint, thanks to the weed. his skin was sun kissed and freckled to perfection. His hair was perfectly frizzy out by your hangs and this skating only a couple hours prior. This night was perfect. Fuckshit slowly raised and flipped over, still between your plush thighs but now facing you. He presses a feathery kiss to your lips. You smile. Soon enough you're making out harmlessly, and with every kiss your love for the boy kissing you grows. Nights with the golden haired skater boy were the best.

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Breaking and Entering 

Jinx x gn!reader

Request?: yes!

Whilst at home, you get a visitor, one that you are glad that intruded your sanctuary…

Home. My one safe place. Zaun can be potent, to say the least. There's always something going on. I plop down on my very worn-down musty couch, sighing loudly. My bones crack from standing all day in my booth. I sold more today than I thought I would. Made a decent amount of money. Not enough, it's never enough. But it was decent. Just as I was about to shut my eyes for some rest, I heard a noise coming from my bedroom. There was some rustling, a thud, more rustling, and then a voice 

“Ow! Jeez toots, couldn't kill you to pick up your room once in a while, fuck,” I hear from an all too familiar voice. My girlfriend just broke into my house. Now, this isn't too new. She likes to pop up from time to time, surprising me with new gadgets she tinkered with fixing my kitchenware, or even just for a cuddle sesh. But breaking in through my window was new. She would usually bust through my door, which I deemed okay (though my landlord didn't). But breaking in was an all-new development. I force myself up from my couch and saunter over to my pink and blue graffiti-covered door. Yeah, she comes over a lot.

 I slowly open the door to find Jinz looking through my things and placing some different gadgets around. I presume they were pranks. Harmless ones, but pranks nonetheless. I sigh softly. 

“It couldn't kill you to use a door, ya know?” I say leaning on my doorframe. Jinx spins around, her vibrant blue braids swinging along with her motion. She quickly hides a hand behind her back, a prank she was going to place under my pillow. Her eyes widen and she drops the prank, hopping over to me. “Hi, sugar! I was only-,” she starts to explain before I cut her off. “Was only about to place hidden pranks all around my room to scare me with glitter and pink puff bombs?” I finish, a lovestruck smirk grazing across my face with a raised eyebrow. Her sly smile only widens. “Okay maybe, but I wasn't expecting you ta come home so early. '' She tries to reason. I chuckle. “Yeah, I sold more than I thought I would, so I packed up early.” I look down at Jinx. I was slightly taller than her. I always was, ever since we were kids. She hated that. Her blue eyes seemed even bluer in my dark room and her tattoos looked luminescent. I could look at her forever and never get bored. Jinx let out a soft “oh”, before tackling me in a bone-crushing hug. Yeah, she may be petite, but she was strong as hell. I wrap my hands around her waist and kiss her forehead. She nuzzles her face into the nape of my neck, her braids swinging from the motion and slightly tapping my thigh. “Missed ya, toots'' she mumbles, her breath tickling the skin beneath her lips. I sigh, “Missed you too, tink” 

Tink. My favorite movie as a kid was Tinkerbell, and it was the only one my mom could download using the Piltover wifi she got from her work. I watched it every day, dreaming of the fairies and how I could be one if I tried. That didn't work out. I wanted to be Rosetta more than anything, wanting nothing more than to care for plants. Now I care for them and sell them, so in a way, I am Rosetta, just less girly. Jinx reminded me of Tinkerbell, always working on some little gadget. I loved that more than anything. And I love her more than anything. 

Jinx looks up at me through her eyelashes, a glint of mischief in her eyes. “I just got home from work, dude” I reason, but she doesn't listen. She goes back down to my neck, nipping at the skin. I suck in the air in surprise. She always knows how to suck the air out of my lungs. It's a blessing and a curse at the same time. My nails dig into her flesh, definitely leaving crescent-shaped indents on her skin. Eventually, I find enough strength to push Jinx off of me, to which her lips turn into a frown, lines indenting her perfect face. “What, did I do something wrong?” she asks, and I frown. She could never do anything wrong. At least, not to me. “Never,” I start, “I was just thinking about how tired I am, and how the bed would be so much more comfy” A smirk goes across my face as I look at Jinx’s, waiting for her to get what I was saying. Her eyebrows are furrowed together like she knows what I'm trying to say, but just isn't getting the message. Then, her eyes light up, and a Cheshire grin covers her pale face. “Yeah, tired, right” Jinx drawls. 

I grab Jinx’s hand, pulling her to my bed. I lean myself up against my headboard, then pat my lap, giving Jinx the throne to sit upon. She hops on gladly, practically jumping onto me. Her legs wrap around my waist, and I pull her impossibly close. My hands and fingers graze her thigh, going higher and higher inch by inch. Her breath is fanned over my face, hot and sweet, just like she is. She mumbles something along the lines of “Oh my god I love you, you're too perfect for me toots,” She's vocal, to say the least. I kiss her shoulders, going up higher to reach her neck. I suck at her skin leaving purple bruises behind. I'm only hoping Silco doesn't come after me for marking his beloved daughter. I'd be dead meat. 

She whimpers quietly and I moan in return. My hands finally reach Jinx's ass. I grab at her flesh, making her rut her hips at the motion. I smirk against her skin, just as she did to me mere minutes earlier. “So good to me toots,” she says, pulling my face up my chin to look at her. I look at her face, her cerulean eyes, her pale skin, her pretty cheekbones. I lean forward, enrapturing her lips in a sweet kiss. She tastes of sugar and gunmetal, to which I'm slightly concerned but too enraptured in her lips to care. My hands continue up her body, past her waist and I stop them at her belly. I pulse my thumbs into her skin, feeling her tattoos and scars. I love every part of it, and I always will. My lungs start to burn from the lack of air, and I wish internally that they would just shut up so I could kiss my girlfriend. But needs are needs, so I disconnect my lips from hers, earning a whine from Jinx. We both pant, wanting nothing more than to intertwine our lips again. My head goes back to the headboard. Jinx leans her head on my chest. I bring my hand up from her belly to her hair, petting her hair gently. “I think that makeout sesh can excuse my  breaking and entering, right?” She says breathlessly, trying to get out of my scolding. But right now, I couldn't care less. “Yeah, it definitely does.” 

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smiles and cigarettes

warnings: pure cold hard fluff, no use of Y/N

Dallas winding x sunshine-y!Reader

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Dallas Winston didn’t smile. It was his whole shtick. He was cold and hard and mean. He hated kids and candy. But the one thing he hated more than anything was feeling weak. And smiling showed weakness. So Dallas didn’t smile. Now you, you smiled. It was all you did. You smile basically showed rays of sunshine. You smiled so much that you had deep smile lines and still looked gorgeous. You were a ray of light. And Dallas, he was a dark stormy cloudy day. You know Dallas didn’t smile. Hell, everyone did. But you did every thing in you power to try to make him smile. It didn’t work. It never worked. No matter how hard you worked for him to even crack a smirk, it didn’t work. You never told him of this plan. You didn’t even mutter a word. But dallas knew. He knew how hard you worked for him to smile. But he wouldn’t let up.

So, that’s where this takes us. You were at the park with Dallas. You sat on the yellow-ish grass with a red blanket and a book. Dallas had brought some things. He said he would. You were really excited till you found out that some things to him was a pack of cigarettes and two cokes. So not what you had hoped for but enough.

You regularly hung out with Dallas. You had no idea why he even tolerated you, but you took what you were given and held it with pride. Everyone knew that Dallas was your friend. And even though they thought he was corrupting you, you still hung around him.

Dallas was laying on your leg sharpening his favorite knife as you sat up against a tree reading the book you brought. You laced your fingers through his dark locks as you read. Dallas, without you knowing, looked up at you occasionally. The fall sun shone against your face. It illuminated your eyes in a way that could make angels weep. Your chin was pursed as you focused on the words on the pages beneath your fingers. Dally thought you look gorgeous. Sure he had seen pretty girls before. But none like you. You were nice, and had never once turned your back on him. That is why he stuck so long. Other than the gang, you were the one constant in his life. Dallas knew what could make him smile. It was you. You had never once thought that you were the missing agent in the equation that was Dallas smiling. So you never tried it. As he watched your eyes scan the pages, his lips parted. The boys lips soon turned into the tiniest of smirks. Which turned into a grin. Which then turned into a full blown smile. As if it were magic, you looked down at Dallas just as he smiled. Your jaw was practically on the floor. Dallas had stopped smiling by now and you were at a loss for words.

“Dallas?” You questioned, “Did you just smile?”Dally smiles again and laughs.

“iunno” he mumbled back. He takes a swig of his coke before speaking again. “Wanna know why I did?” He asked. You found out that this was a game to him. You pondered your entire brain, ransacking every thought to try and figure out why he smiled. Maybe it was the sky? No he hates sunsets, he wasn’t Ponyboy. Maybe it was his knife and how sharp it got. No, he had sharped his knives before and never before had it gotten a reaction. So what on gods green earth made him smile. Dally watched you think long a hard on the reason he smiled. And when he figured out you had no avail, he folded

“you.” He blurted.

You stopped thinking and looked down at the boy on your lap.

“You made smile, doll” he said, his already big smile widening even more. You then start to smirk, then grin, then a full blown smile filled your face.

“Really?” You said in disbelief. Dallas nodded. You were surprised at his smile. It was pretty, very pretty. You wondered why he didn’t do it more. His smile lines framed his face perfectly. He even had some dimples. He was so pretty when he smiled, that you prayed that he would do it more. “Why me?” You asked the boy in your lap. Dallas shrugged. “The sun always comes out after the rain right?” He said playing with your fingers.

You felt like you were in the clouds you were so happy. You looked down at Dallas and tilted your head. “So all I had to do was,” you paused to ponder what to say. “Nothing?” You finally found the words to say. Dally nodded, lighting a cigarette, inhaling the bittersweet smoke and blowing it out. You were in shock. Jaw dropping, mind blowing, unbelievable shock. All you had to do was, be you? You wish you had found that out sooner.

Dallas had sat up and was facing you. You watched him take a few more puffs of his cancer stick, before putting it out.

Dallas was looking you in the eyes. His eyes read something you couldn’t quite put a finger on. You tore your eyes away from him in nervousness. You felt your hair brush against your cheek. Dally pushes it out of the way, his hands staying on your pretty face. “Dally,” you whisper. “Yes?” he says back, glancing at your lips. “You make me smile too,” you say, finally looking him in the eyes. You too, glanced at his lips. Dallas leaned in and your lips touched his in a kiss. You were nervous, so the kiss was gentle at first. But Dally and his rough ways changed that quickly. His hand gripped your waist, the other on your neck. His kiss was filled was so much passion, it was dizzying. Dallas tasted like the coke and cigarettes he had brought. You thought you would hate it, just as you hated cigarettes. But the taste was so Dallas, that you just had to love it. Dallas’s lips left yours slowly. You both were panting, and dally was smiling once again. “Shit” he said. “How’s you learn to do that?” He said with his grin widening. You shrug “ I dunno” you say back, still panting from the incredible kiss. “Instinct” you say back. Dally nods and leans his forehead on yours.

You stay at the park, stealing kisses from each other while you read little excerpts of your book to him. Dally listened with love and passion in his eyes. You scowred the whole world to find out what had made Dallas Winston smile. Little did you know it was you all this time. And you would do anything to keep it that way.

[dolly-gutzz]

Dilemma only a Girlfriend can fix 

Jinx x Female!reader

Request?: Yes!! (send more plsss) 

Jinx needs help washing her hair whilst Silco is away, luckily her trusty Girlfriend is there to help 

Jinx had a dilemma. She had needed to wash her hair. Like, two weeks ago. She was putting it off because her father was always busy. She couldn't do it. Well, she could. But she would get distracted halfway through and then her hair wouldn't look right for a week. Silco just had this magic touch. When he did her hair, it was always more shiny and smooth and was always braided perfectly. But, Silco was away on business, and he had been for the past week. He wouldn't be back for another week. So, Jinx was on her own. She sat sulking for a while, deciding whether to wash her own hair or wait for Silco to return. Then, she remembered she had a girlfriend. A worthy person to touch her hair. So, she called you, asking for a favor, but not giving the details. Why would she ruin the surprise? Jinx was ecstatic, she got to give her hair a very much needed wash, and she got to spend time with you. What more could she want? 

You, on the other hand, were stressed. Her message to you was, 

“Get here quick, it's an emergency” with nerve-inducing seriousness. What could she have blown up this time? Did her schizophrenia go crazy again? What possibly could have happened? You rushed over to Jinx’s lair with lightning speed, carrying your weapons of choice, pink and blue graffiti covered throwing knives. Sometime In the past few months you had got them, Jinx had got ahold of them and added her perfect touch. You loved it. As soon as you got there, knives in hand and panting like a dog, you called out to Jinx. You expected her to be either curled up in a fetal position or dead. But you find none of those to be true. Instead, she was sitting at her desk, her roll-y chair turned towards you, with a cheshire grin spread across her face. 

“Why did you call me saying there was something so urgent, that I had to come all the way from work to come and help you?” you inquired. Jinx slowly stood up and started to saunter over to you, her hands behind her back and messy looking braids flowing softly behind her. Once she got to you, she wrapped her arms around your neck and nuzzled into the nape of your neck, as she usually did when she saw you. You were confused. Your eyes scanned the room for a dead body, a pile of bombs she was going to somehow dump onto Piltover or anything she could possibly use for destruction. But, you found nothing, only her Mylo doll, which you helped make soon after his death and her unfinished gadgets she was working on. You wrapped your arms around her after a while, a confused look on your face.

 “Hi toots, ready to be here for like,” she stopped, her brows furrowed together to think “Five hours?” She finished. Your eyes widened in surprise. Damn she was straight forward. She scanned yours, then she widened in return, finally getting your facial expression. “Oh wait, not like that. Unless, you wanted to”  her cheshire grin came back, and your face returned to a stoic one. “Why did you call me, Powder?” You return the conversation to its original topic, calling her by her previous name. Jinx knew that when she was called by this name, you meant no shit and that you were completely and utterly serious. Her smile softened and she finally told you what she wanted. “I want you to wash and braid my hair, toots.” You turned the other way and started towards the door, not even wanting to deal with what was to come. Jinx grabbed your arm and spun you around to turn to her once more. “Comeon~” She says, with the words ‘come on’ sounding like one word and strung out. You think for a while, gazing at her long braids. You knew what was at hand. If you did decide to unbraid, brush, shampoo, condition, brush, then re-braid her hair, it would take forever. You knew how braids worked. They were deceiving, looking shorter once in the protective hairstyle, but longer once taken out. And Jinx, her braids went to the floor. So you knew that her hair was taller than her in theory. Dealing with that amount of hair with Jinx’s personality, was a disaster ready to unfold. Then , you gazed into Jinx's eyes. Blue pools of anticipation and love gape at you. And both of you know that you can't turn down her puppy eyes. You sigh. Loudly. “I suppose I can call in sick to help you.” You groan as Jinx does a little spinny happy dance. (think of that one dance Merida does in Brave :D) and squeals. “Yes!” she shouts, pumping her hand in the air in victory. 

Jinx led you to her makeshift hair washing station, filled with different colored products and rubber bands everywhere. You made her sit down near the tub, and started to run some warm water. Despite Jinx’s reluctance, you had her undo the braid on the right, whilst you did the one on the left. She, not scared of pulling her own hair, got done in record time. Meanwhile you, where slow and careful, are scared to pull your precious girlfriend's hair and hurt her. Jinx watched you while you worked with her hair, love and appreciation in her eyes. She had never had anyone other than her sister, who obviously couldn't help at the moment, and her dad touch her hair. To her, it was sacred. It meant growth, she wasn't the little girl she used to be. And even though you knew her as Powder, and sometimes you still call her by her old name, you grew to love the new person she became. You knew her as both Powder and Jinx, and you loved them both. No matter how bad she fucked up, or how many times she blew up at you, you still loved her faults, scrapes, tears, scares, and fuckups. And she would do anything to keep it that way. 

“Alright sweets, done with this side, now put your head in the water.” You order, snapping Jinx out of her daydream.  She got up, her bright blue head of hair dragging behind her, and plopped down in front of the tup. You gathered her hair, and placed it softly in the water, making sure no strand was left unnoticed. You got a cup, pouring the warm water over her scalp, making sure all of her hair was saturated with water. Jinx closed her eyes, a sense of calm and safety washing over her as you cared for her. “This is nice,” she blurts, slightly scaring you. You nod and let out a “Mhmm” before reaching over to grab her ungodly cotton candy scented shampoo. You thought it was too sweet and artificial, but it was so her in every way. So, you adored it, even though you thought that cotton candy scented shampoo should be a crime. You lathered the shampoo in your hands, and applied it to her scalp. You rubbed the product into her hair, suds of rainbow reflecting bubbles rinsing off into the water. Once you were finished with washing her hair, you grabbed the conditioner of the same artificial scent, and applied generous amounts to her hair. Waves of blue circled in the water, clusters of bubbles surrounding the hair.

Jinx had fallen asleep a while ago, soft snores leaving her lips. ‘This is nice’ You repeated softly to yourself. She was never this calm, and even though you loved her erratic personality, a little calm suited her once in a while.You had started to brush Jinx’s wet hair. The brush glided through her perfectly, the braids she always has keeping the hair tangle free. After brushing her hair, you rinsed it out once more. Jinx had awoken when you rinsed out the conditioner and was now ramling about her day and how Mylo was annoying her when she was working on Fishbones. You smiled.

You loved her rambles, always being the one she could spill her day out too. And you would drop everything and listen. Everytime. “Tell Mylo that i'll beat his ass like that one time when he stole my candy,” you say, which in turn caused Jinx to erupt in laughter, giggling and cackling whilst trying to repeat the words to a dead Mylo only she could see. Your smile widened at your girlfriend and her obnoxious slightly scary laugh.

As Jinx had finally calmed down from her laughing fit, you brought her head and hair up and rung it out carefully; once again careful to not pull her hair too hard. She stood up, wobbling from the hours of sitting down on the floor. Her hair wrapped around her in wet cyan strings, twirling with every move she made. You grabbed her with her reluctance, and sat her down near an outlet where a very worn down blow dryer sat. She sat on her roll-y chair and you plugged in the blow dryer. It came to life with a roar, and air bursting out. You blew her hair dry, which took forever. Obviously. With her hair finally dry, you began to braid her hair. Jinx was still talking about random things and whatever popped into her head. As she spoke her hands flailed around erratically. You continued to braid until there were two very long pigtails of hair carefully taken care of. “Alright chatter-box, I'm done.” Jinx immediately shot up and spun around to engulf you in a hug, which you took gladly, a wave of calm and tiredness coming over you as you embraced your girlfriend. Your hands were wrinkly and hot from the constant working on her hair, and they got a couple cramps here and there, but you would do it again in a heartbeat. 

[dolly-gutzz]

omg this is soo cuteeeeeeeee

ray x f!platonic!sibling!reader

So freaking protective it’s insane

like he will not leave you alone with any boy ever

maybe the group, like they are def an exception

((but not fuckshit, he’s way too horny))

teasing is always and forever

“ur short” “:(“

when you try to do it back he just laughs it off

but sometimes when you actually do a good burn, he is equally impressed and offended

Ray-“I mean you are a young stupid kid, no wonder why you look like that.”

-Y/n-“ damn, I can’t believe your ugly and mean, pick a struggle asswipe”

ray-“🤯”

will always call you a baby

whether it’s derogatory or not

if you fall and cry , you’re a baby

if you are talking to someone you are vibing with and want to date, you can’t, you’re only a baby

it gets to a point where the rest of the group starts to call you a baby( with fuckshit calling you babygirl as a way to flirt)

trying teach you to skate when you guys where younger

but you sucked, so he stopped trying to teach you

(you where so saddened by the fact that he stopped teaching you that he gave you thirty dollars( which was his life savings) and promised that you could hang out with his friend sometimes)

((you never stopped hanging out with his friends))

you have sad puppy dog eyes that will change any decision he has into your favor

They also work on every single one of the boys

you, Stevie and Ruben complain about being the youngest kids in the group

hanging out with Estée and asking for girl stuff bc you have a stupid skater older brother and all of you guys’ conjoined friends are guys you have no clue about anything girly

speaking on girl stuff, the day you got your period for the first time was in front of the boys

they literally thought you were dying

ray was so concerned and started to cry

you where also terrified but you knew that all girls went through this cycle

you called Estée to help you and she explained everything to them

I like to thing that the reader is sorta popular at school, which is contrary to ray who only hangs out with fuckshit and fourthgrade in school

gossiping w/ ray after school at the nearby taco shop 🔛🔝‼️‼️

him actually being interested but acting like he doesn’t care is so funny to me omg

will buy you any little random thing that remind him of you

You being on fourthgrades films seems so cute to me hold on

like he’ll be filming you and ray coming like “wtf are you doing get that camera off of my baby sister”

and you are equally parts touched by his protectiveness and annoyed

okay that’s all I cnat think up rn

plsssssss send more request im begging 🙏

[dolly-gutzz]

omg I thought if this while I was daydreaming and I needed to make it lol

I loosely based that off of runaway by Kanye, I know he’s an asshole and allat, but he makes some good fucking songs I’ll tell you that

warnings: none, just cursing and Jessie boy being his sarcastic rude self

Reader is loraleis adopted daughter

Jess x artsy emoish! Reader ; angst

************************************************** Jess Mariano. How could you even begin to describe him? Sarcastic, funny, witty, kind of an asshole. Those would work. But to Jess, he was a coward. A phony. An idiot guy with no self respect and was too close minded to get the girl.

To him, you were everything. You were his everything. You were orange to his complementary blue. The sun to his clouds. The fire to his ice.

But he fucked it up. He didn’t tell you how he felt. He didn’t tell you how much he loved you. How much it hurt to not be near you. How tight his chest felt whiteout your love and affection.

You had left Stars Hollow in your junior year of highschool to go to some big fancy art and film school in California. Jess knew you would do great things. He just didn’t know those great things didn’t include stars hollow. Or him.

He stayed behind. He hated the heat, and sand, and valley girls. So he stayed. The only thing he wished was that you didn’t become a valley girl. Or that you would somehow in some weird way, forget him. But mostly that you wouldn’t become a valley girl. But this week, you were coming back. He knew the exact day and time you were coming. He even new the route your plane and bus home was taking. Do you yahoo, right? Your mom, Lorelei, was prepping for your return. Sookie was in your childhood kitchen, cooking and baking up your favorite meals and treats. Rory was prepping the decor, making sure to include your favorite fonts, colors and interests in the posters and decorations. And Jess. Well, he wasn’t doing much. In his mind he was. He was thinking up the exact things you guys would together. All your old spots and hangouts. He was thinking about how your hair looked. And how your eyes seemed to shine once they saw him. So, I’m a way, he was helping.

As he was busy thinking up a storm, Rory snuck up on him, kissing his temple and stroking his pretty jet black hair. Right. Jess was dating Rory. Rory was dating Jess. Jess looked up at his girlfriend and grimaced. Only slightly. He liked Rory, but he loved you. I guess living in the same house didn't mean the same face. Or personality. Or anything, really.

He kissed Rory softly on the lips, wishing so hard in his mind that it was you. He was being cruel. He knew this. But now seeing you every day was so damn hard on him. He didn’t know how to function. Luke himself would say that he locked him up in his room for days, weeks even.

Jess missed more than anything ever. Now was his chance to see you. To hold you. Maybe to tell you how he felt. No. Hurting Rory was too much at the moment, even with her recent breakup with dean. He couldn’t do that, right?

Soon enough, Babette caning running around the corner, opening the back door. “I just saw her bus pull in down near the gazebo, she’s gonna be here in five!” She yelled in her raspy voice. Every one lets out a simultaneous gasp, and begins to move even quicker. Rory lets go of her boyfriend with a smile, and goes back to her poster hanging. Jess stayed still, darting his eyes for my be window and the door, just waiting for his best friend to walk through the door.

Jess didn’t even have the power to kick back with the book that was tucked back in his back pocket. He was just too excited. The watched the door. And watched. And watched. The five minutes felt like hours. He wondered if you did your makeup in the way that you did. Black, smudgy and effortless. He wondered if you did your hair different. He wondered if you’d till sued the same cologne that you’d role form him two weeks after you met him. You never gave it back. He wondered about you. So much so that the door magically opened to you. You were panting, most likely due to the fact that you had so many bags with you, and the fact that you ran to the house.

“guess who’s back?” You yell out to the house. Rory squeals, forgetting about the decorations she was supposed to be hanging in your honor.

“I missed you!” She says, squeezing you tighter. “I missed you too, sissy.” You whisper back, nuzzling your face in her weirdly smooth and perfect hair.

You made your rounds around the house, hugging everyone that lived around the block. Once you had made your rounds, you looked around for one special person. You peek up the stairs, and see a tussle of black hair and a sort of skin tight longsleeve shirt you liked to call ‘the slut shirt’. “Hey Jesstifer,” you tease, using a nickname you know he hated, “come down here and give me a hug before I change my mind.” A smirk crosses both of your faces. Jess practically runs down the steps, attacking you in a bone crushing hug. “Missed me, did you?” You ask out if breath.

“Never, not your sorry theater kid ass.” He laughs. You detach yourself from Jess, and look at him. You look at his pretty brown eyes, his pretty cheekbones, and his extremely kissable lips. You look back up into his eyes. “Yeah, you missed me” you say. Jess shrugs, detaching his eyes from you. You were the one person to make him any sort of nervous. He hated that.

Later on, you had unpacked your bags, eaten the diner that Sookie had prepared, and gone up to your room. You were now reading with Jess, just as you had done years before.

Jess didn’t know how to talk to you. Not that anything had changed. It’s not like you can just blurt out, “hey, welcome back. Also did you know I’m dating your sister?” So, he stayed quiet.

While you read a book he had gotten you whilst you were away, he studied you. Your hair had gotten longer. And your makeup was just a bit more dramatic. Your face had somehow matured just a bit more. That sucked, now he couldn’t call you baby-face anymore. Your jaw line was more defined, as were your cheeks. He couldn’t stop staring. You had grown. He hated it, but also loved it. You noticed eyes on you, and looked up. “Do you need my camera to take a picture, or have you been staring so long that my face is already engrained in your mind?” You ask, tilting your head in amusement. Jess rolls his eyes, laughs a bit, before opening his mouth to speak. “Nah, I actually have a full wall in my room just of pictures of your sleeping face, just wanted to see if I needed one more for my collection” he smirks. You smile. Things were just as they used to be. Except, they weren't.

You and Rory were close. She was your sister for Christ sakes. You guys emailed and called whenever you could. Best friends do that. They talk about gossip at school, and hard tests and quizzes. They also talk about crushes. And new boyfriends. You already knew about Rory’s break with dean and how quick she had gotten with Jess right afterward. It hurt. A lot. ‘Jess was yours,’ you thought. he knew you and you knew him, it was a conjoined effort. Only your roommate would know how hard you cried. But of course so stayed strong for your sister. You were happy, but she should have- no she shouldn’t have. Jess didn’t like you, right? Jess loved Rory, that was that. So, you brushed off every romantic feeling towards Jess.

Well, you tried.

Seeing him so happy for your return was comforting, refreshing even. And it definitely didn’t help that Jess looked even hotter now then when you left. He had somehow gotten a bit taller, and his arms had toned out just a bit. His eyes read something you couldn't read, but it was noticeable.

You cursed yourself out for that. You were going to be in the film industry, with actors. You should really know how to read emotion. Jess was now the one to comment on your staring. “Do you need a camera?” He asks. You scoff. “No” you say. “ I don’t. I was just pointing out that you look even more ugly that I remember.” You end, pointing your chin up. Jess nodded and snickers. You both sit in silence for a little while longer, trying to explain everything you knew. Jess wanted to say how much he loved you, and how he would break things off with rory for you. You were trying to say how much you loved him, but you wouldn’t let that get in the way of Rory and his relationship. It was tiring. So, you spoke up. “You know, I was never much of a romantic,”

you say, trying to spark up some conversation. Jess looks up. “I could never take much intimacy,”

your eyes dart back and forth between Jess and your bed. Trying to find the words to say. “ I-“ you stutter. “I know you’re dating Rory.” You say quick and quiet. Jess eyes widen. “And I’m okay with that, I think.” Jess heart goes faster, he wish it would just calm down so he could speak just own word. “ I just wanted to say that,” you pause to take a deep breath. “I think I love you?” You look up at Jess for a while. His eyes still held something that you couldn’t read.

“the look in your eye is killing me” you speak, your voice slightly breaking.

Jess stares at you. He wondered what to say. What to think. What to do. “I love you too, I think.” He says. You gasp and look up at him. “no, you love Rory.” You hand clinched around your purple sheets, you were scared. You had lots of emotions, scared was rarely on the roster. “No, I love you. Rory was a distraction.” He says swift and quick. You hate when he dies that. It make him seem emotionless. Little did you know he only did that when he had too much emotion. Jess scoots closer to you on your bed, lightly touching your hand. You snatch your hand away. “You cant do that to her, Jessie,” Jess rolls his eyes. “She’ll hate me, I can’t have my sister hate me” you sternly say. Jess’s hand slowly moves away from yours, and he looks down at the floor. “It hurts so much without you.” He starts.

“You could blame me for everything, I just need you” his hand clenches at his jeans.

You move closer to him, pulling him in a haste kiss. Jess melts away at it. He grabs at you waist gingerly, feeling like if you were too he too hard, you could break. His lips are slightly chapped, but you don’t care. You never could. He taste like cigarettes and peach ice cream, the only thing he ate for dinner.

He couldn’t get enough. It was like you were a drug, one he was addicted to and didn’t even know it until now. you knew this was the last kiss you both would share for a long time. The taste of the passionate kiss moved more bittersweet after you thought of that fact. You hands were weaves in his hair, his hands tangled in yours.

This kiss was the start and end of you both. The end, goodbye, no more. You somehow wish you didn’t runaway.

[dolly-gutzz]

Mid90’s x gn or fem!reader / slight Fuckshit x gn!reader

Reader wanted a nickname, so the boys tried to come up with one. It sucked + readers' first time meeting the boys. 

Warnings!!: two mentions of fem pronouns sorta. Just fluff:D

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Spike Psyche. That's my nickname. Out of all the things my friends could have nick-named me. Spike Psyche. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I say, appalled. Fuckshit nods, swigging back his Coke. 

“Yup.” he replies as Sunburn (aka stevie) giggles at the name.“Why?” I exclaim in disbelief. 

Ray chuckles at the nickname before muttering

 “Thats fucked up” Fuckshit opens his stupid mouth again. “Because all you talk about Is chopping off our heads and putting them on spikes, and how you want to kill yourself after every minor inconvenience.” I gasp, putting my hand over my chest dramatically. “I do not!”

Ruben shakes his head. “Yes, you do.”

FourthGrade chuckles behind his camera and I glare at him. He sinks down into the couch. “I do not talk about killing myself that much guys, if anything Ruben does more than me!” Ruben whips his head around to look at me. “Man, fuck you” He starts “I do not talk about that depressed shit.” I shake my head. “Y’all are trippin’” I look around the shop and see some customers listening in on our conversation. “I will not let yall call me that dumbass name, I like Y/N so much better”

Fourth grade finally chimes in. “But last week you said you hated your basic name and you wanted a nickname.” Bless his innocent soul. “Well I take it back, i am not answering to ‘Spike Psyche’” I sink into the couch with a pout. “Well fine ma, we’ll find you a “good nickname” Fuckshit reasons. I nod. We sit in silence as Ray gets up to help the customer. I look around the shop. 

New posters of artists I like are on the walls. Fuckshit insisted on making the space mine as well as theirs. All I heard was ‘we need new decorations and you have good taste in music’ I didn't really mind though. I've always wanted to add my own little spice into the skate shop ever since I first stepped foot in it. I think back a couple years. 

I was 13. I wanted a new board for my birthday. So, my dad took me to the nearest shop. Four boys sat on a couch near a wall, watching MTV on their small TV. The tall one noticed us first. He nudged the golden haired boy to his left, who then looked up at me. “Oh shit” he muttered under his breath. My dad frowned. I guess he caught that. “Hey, welcome to Motorz, how can I help y'all today?” he asked, clearly trying to impress my dad (on account of my dads business attire). 

My dad spoke for me while I hid behind him in fear. I was never good with new people. Especially ones I found cool. 

As my dad pressed questions like ‘How old even are you?’ and ‘fuckshits your name?’ I only found the kid cooler. How did you even wind up with a name like Fuckshit? 

Soon enough, my own personal skateboard was in my hands, and my dad was dragging me out of the shop despite my wanting to stay. As I looked behind me to the boys, and the supposed fuckshit was waving to me out the door. With my other free hand I waved back. He smiled a soft smile, and then walked back into the shop yelling “that chick was hot!” I smiled to myself the whole way home. I went back to the shop after school one day to see fuckshit again, and just stayed there for three years. My dad warmed up to fuckshit eventually, but still has some grudges against him. 

And I'm still in love with the stupid kid, even though he gets on my nerves almost every day.

 I look at fuckshit now. His hair is longer, yet less taken care of and frizzy. He has more scars from skateboarding. And his eyes look even more green against his tan olive skin. Suddenly, he speaks. “I got it!” I roll my eyes and mutter “what is it?” He smirks and walks over to me slightly slotting his legs between mine. “Your new nickname is Stalker, because you're always staring at me” The boys erupt in laughter. I gasp “fuck you” 

“You wish ma,” 

[dolly-gutzz]

Hunter Sylvester x fem!reader

what it’s like dating Hunter Sylvester

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Will drill you on metal knowledge cuz it’s his hyperfixation

like you will know just as much as he does by like the second week of dating

height difference go brrrrr

fore head kisses go crazy

is a softie but doesn’t want to be

like will beg for cuddles, cuddle you and then halfway through cuddling, will gain conciseness and push you away

(then he’ll feel rlly bad and cuddle you ten times harder)

sleepovers 🔛🔝‼️

he has such a huge and beautiful house that you insist on staying there 24/7

I mean he has all the good snacks and such a comfy bed, why wouldn’t you want to stay over for eternity??

night long car rides!!

Omg I can just imagine driving at night in like a downtown area and just talking about life and your future together

then you guys make out in his car

speaking of make outs, he does not know how to do that when you guys first start dating

like pretty boys clueless

you teach him the littlest amount of basic info

omg I can just see him like being a nerd a writing down all of the stuff your saying 😭😭

He’s literally like 🤓✍️

Sitting in at band seshes

you and Emily are besties

helping him write his songs

(there are like fifteen songs he’s written about you)

sitting on his lap whilst he writes songs

or sitting on his lap while watching movies

or sitting on his lap while in band practice

just sitting on his lap‼️‼️

braiding his hair !!

you search up YouTube tutorials in how to do different types of braids and hair styles

and if you have long hair then he can braid yours

also!! As a black curly hair girly I have this thing where I think that he doesn’t like people touching his hair, just like us curly haired people don’t like people touching our hair

so I think that if the reader has curly hair, then you guys both have mutual understanding on people violating your personal space and touching you hair, which not only brings you together but also helps you guys feel safe with one another

omg sorry for the rant lmao

Anyways

romcoms

I think he totally digs them but acts like he doesn’t

his fav romcom is ten things I hate about you

do you guys see the vision cuz I see the vision

he wants to be your Patrick and you are this kat

omg i just had a thought

what if he made a metal cover of can't take my eyes off of you 😭😭😭

DO YIU GUYS SEE THE VISION PLS TELL ME YOU SEE THE VISION

Halloween!!

you are nina the killer and he’s either Jeff the killer or Nina’s canon bf eyeless Jack ( creepypasta fandom unite!!!)

he want to stay in a watch horror movie but you want to go trick or treating

he gives and you both go trick or treating

he hates Christmas I cna feel it in my bones

bur if you love Christmas he will do a complete 180 and act like he enjoys it just a little bit

will loathe your celebrity crush with his entire soul heart and bones

like he will wish death upon them

and your all like “hunter it’s not like I’m gonna date Louis partridge he’s dating Olivia Rodrigo” and he’s all like “good cuz he can’t have you 😠😠”

has a crush on Elvira

I think that’s all the headcanonna I have in me 💀💀

[dolly-gutzz]

Hunter Sylvester x goth!fem!reader 

☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆☆ ★ ✮

will actually listen to your music!! 

He’ll make u playlists of your fav songs and actively will seek out newer goth music for you to listen to

And you’ll make him some metal playlists 

Will buy you every goth accessory, price of clothing and music vinyl you show any interest in 

Will go to goth clubs and parties with you 

Omg I can just imagine doing his corpse paint and he (attempts) your goth makeup 

Mall trips are a must and you both freak out at hot topic at all the cool stuff 

Staying over at his awesome house in his awesome room to watch horror movies and old goth classics like Dracula and Frankenstein 

Omg and if your a monster high fan( like me🫶🏽🫶🏽) he’ll buy you all of the gen 1 dolls off of eBay no matter what the cost 

Omg I can also imagine he has a shelf in his room where he’ll sore some of your dolls there 

And he also has a whole collection of makeup for you if you ever run out of white face paint or eyeliner 

Midnight make outs where you both end up with grey lips from your white face paint and black lips 💀💀

Doing his hair like yours ( teased and hair sprayed to high heaven) 

Sharing stuff like fishnets and band t-shirts 

Him stealing your demonias even tho he’s rlly tall😭

If tug like getting your nails done he’ll pay for it

He doesn’t even know how much they even cost (which is atleast $150…) he just pays for them no matter what 

But in return he demands head scratches with the new claws

Him holding you by the waist while walking ( not really goth oriented but so cute either way)

Ok that’s all I have in me lmao 

[dolly-gutzz]

☆masterlist + about me ☆

★ ⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆★

~ 𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔪𝔢! ~

⚝ ‧₊˚⚝

~ Sophie // 16 ~

༺♰༻

~ 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔰: (she/her) ~

𖦹 𖤐 🕸 𖤐 𖦹

~ 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔱𝔶 𝔬𝔣 (davi<3!!) ~

 † ཐི❤︎ཋྀ †

~ 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔟𝔷 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 2 (Lolita-Lana Del Rey) ~

☾⋆⁺₊

(//_-) 𝔤𝔬 𝔞𝔴𝔞𝔶!!!

☆masterlist ☆

⋆♱✮♱⋆⋆♱✮♱⋆⋆♱✮♱⋆⋆♱✮♱⋆⋆♱✮♱⋆⋆♱✮♱⋆⋆♱✮♱

☆Characters/Fandoms I write for ☆

⋆.✮🎧✮.⋆⋆.✮🎧✮.⋆⋆.✮🎧✮.⋆⋆.✮🎧✮.⋆⋆.✮🎧

☆Bottoms

Hazel Callahan

☆Juno

Juno macguff

☆Good Will Hunting

Morgan O’Mally

Will Hunting

☆mid90’s

Fuckshit

Ray

Fourthgrade

Ruben!platonic only!

Stevie/sunburn!platonic only!

☆Metal lords

Hunter Sylvester

☆She Drives me Crazy

Scottie Zajac

☆Pretty in Pink

Philip “duckie” Dale

☆Breakfast club

Brian Johnsom

John Bender

☆The Last Of Us 

Ellie Williams

☆Diary of a Wimpy Kid 

Rodrick Heffley

☆Ferris Buellers Day Off

Ferris Bueller

☆The Umbrella Academy

Five Hargreaves

Klaus Hargreeves

Viktor Hargreaves

Stan

☆The Perks of Being a Wallflower

Patrick

Charlie

☆Euphoria

Rue Bennet

Ashtray

Nate Jacobs 

☆Ten Things I Hate About You

Patrick Verona

Cameron James

☆Gilmore Girls

Jess Mariano

Tristan Dugray

Dean Forester 

☆Miraculous Ladybug

Adrien Agreste 

☆Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children

Enoch O’Connor 

☆Arcane

Jinx

Viktor

Vi/Violet

☆The Black Phone

Vance Hopper

Finny Blake

Robin 

☆Descendants 

Carlos Devil

Jay Jafar

Harry Hook

☆Descendants~Rise of Red

James Hook

☆Z-O-M-B-I-E-S

Zed Necrodopolous

A-Lan

Wyatt Lykansen

☆CreepyPasta

Jeff The Killer

Ticci Toby

Eyeless Jack

Clockwork

⋆♱✮♱⋆⋆♱✮♱⋆⋆♱✮♱⋆⋆♱✮♱⋆⋆♱✮♱⋆⋆♱✮♱⋆⋆♱✮♱

Hazel Callahan-

~Headcannons~

☆Dating hazel would be like 

~oneshots~

~series~

☆

Fuckshit-

~headcannons~

☆

~oneshots~

☆nights w fuckshit

~series~

☆Nicknames- pt 1/pt 2

 ☆

Ray-

~headcannons~

☆ray x platonic!sibling!reader- Pt 1/ Pt2

~one shots~

☆

~series

☆

Hunter Sylvester-

~headcannons~

☆ Hunter x goth!f!reader

☆Hunter x fem!reader 

~oneshots~

☆ten things I hate about you 

~series~ 

☆

Enoch O’Connor-

~headcannons~

☆

~oneshots~

☆back to your arms

~series~

Jinx-

~headcannons~

☆

~oneshots~

☆Breaking and Entering

☆Dilemma only a gf can fix 

~series~

☆

!!Author's notes!!!

Hey my little freaky freaks!! Welcome to my little coven of writings! Feel free to request anything your little heart's desire, and i will try to make ur dreams come true :3 ; just know that with my junior year of highschool coming indubitably near, my schedule will be a little packed (curse my partaking in four college classes ) But I will try my damndest to write as much as i can!! Love yall and happy reading <3

Toodles!!

Love,

DollyGutzz(aka elmokid)