#i’m kinda tempted just to see if it would work

[fifthnailinstevesbat]

just spent an hour ranting about eddie munson and saving the videos to my snapchat and it’s made me realise that i DESPERATELY need more people in my life who just GET stranger things and his character specifically the same way i do. like ugh i just need to TALK ABT THIS MFER SOMETIMES he is my everything he is literally. his STORY is just actually so fucking tragic and intense and sad and just so so unfair and i cant even. his story is so heartbreaking i need to talk someone’s ear off about it on a daily basis im sorry but i must.

[collegeoflore]

sorry i have vampire the masquerade brain worms u can ignore this.

astarion is Obviously ventrue and as someone who grew up in a banite church i feel like xarrai should Also be ventrue but i feel like it would be insane to make them anything but toreador. but then i thought. maybe they are both ventrue trying to come off as toreador. absolutely the funniest shit on earth to imagine two different ventrue trying very hard to make everyone think they’re toreadors for two different reasons. LOL yep definitely here in the pursuit of beauty don’t mind me… :)

[viciousewe]

Umm another new sweater????? I even blocked this one, amazing……

(Clodagh Sweater by Morph Knitwear)

[pinolili]

persona 5 fodlan au where akechi is head of black eagles house… haru is leader of blue lions… joker is teacher and ann is leader of golden deer… I think I’m cooking here

[lady-ashfade]

Pretty girl

Yandere Percy Jackson x Aphrodite!Bimbo fem!reader. (Slight Yan! Aphroditesiblings)

Plot: Maybe the power of your beauty worked a little too well on him. Percy can’t get you out of his head.

-£ he’s aged up and I’m thinking of book Percy

Warnings: Spoilers for the books? Yandere tendencies, Jealousy, Percy being possessive, Percy thinking he as some of claim on you, Reader being a bit naïve and the baby of her cabin, and not knowing how to fight, Percy being kinda mean to the reader, over all toxic.

if there was one thing he wanted in this life. it would be to call you his.

percy never saw anything more beautiful in his life then when he looked at you for the first time when he arrived at camp. sitting with your sisters and giggling as they braided your hair, you didn’t notice him. he was with luke while getting to know the camp, he just stopped at stared at you. his cheeks flushed and heart beating faster as he heard the faint sound of your cute laugh. the older boy took notice and realized what was happening.

“Aphrodite’s daughters, the one in the middle is y/n. She’s the camp’s sweetheart, I don’t think there is a mean bone in her body.” Percy pulled away from you for a second to look at luke but just went back to you. “is she seeing anyone?” luke just laughed and patted him on the back.

“Aphrodites cabin keeps her away from anyone other then them, no one as been bold enough to try. So good luck,” after a few seconds of standing there like a love struck idiot he was pulled away and forced to go found out who is godly parents is.

Percy was proven right when he tried to approve you many times. your sisters just glared at him and pulled you away without you noticing he was even there, and he tried so many times. that only tempted him more. so he started following you around and watches you. laughing, playing in the water as your sister watched, or brushing your hair. where ever you went he wasn’t far behind.

this sparked his yandere behavior. he was convinced you were waiting for him to take you away. you need someone to kiss the ground you walk on and protect you. he was always watching you and when he went a day without seeing you he get cranky.

luckily, after months of just watching you he was finally able to find you alone with no sibling in sight. he watched you with a smirk as you cut through the air with your sword and played pretend. he never saw you in training or around, and never with any weapons. you must have stunk away from your cabin and tried to train yourself.

it was adorable how you thought you could teach yourself. being so weak and clumsy. Percy watched for a few minutes as you copied some simple moves you must have saw and small screams.

it wasn’t until you tripped over a root sticking up from the ground he was rushing towards you.

“Poor thing,” you turned your head at a voice behind you while you sat on the ground getting your pants covered in dirt. “Need some help?” as you looked up at him he realized how bad he had been craving to have your attention on him. he was close to you now. all alone. this was his opportunity.

embarrassment set inside of you and your body heated up and started to sweat. you looked away from him and started to get up on your own. “how much did you see.” You picked up the sword and played with the handle.

“not much, just you taking a nasty fall.” You nodded your head as he spoke and started to walk closer to you. “I could help if you want, I’ve fought a few things before.” His cheeky smile and tone made you look at him. You knew who he was, of course you did. he saved camp, he stopped a war. he was a hero.

and the most handsome boy you have seen.

it was unreal to think about how he was talking to you now. offering to help you after you embarrassed yourself in front of him. “um, you can if you want.” the small sound of your voice made his heart pulse faster. he was finally getting what he wanted. so he only smiled and grabbed ahold of your hand that held the sword.

as he spoke he moved behind you and wrapped his arm around your waist and pushed your foot back to get you balanced. his other hand still holding yours. you could barely focus when he was so warm, your crush was helping you! Percy noticed how quiet you got and he was so smug about it. “Y/n.” He looked at you as your eyes stared over his face barely hearing the words from his lips.

“Not much going on in that head, hmm? Maybe fighting isn’t for you.” his hand took the blade from your grasp and he stepped away from you. you got shy when you realized he had caught you staring.

your fingers play with the ends of your camp shirt, “I wanna protect myself.” He titled his head and his hand reached up to play with your hair. “You have the camp to do that, and of course I’ll keep you safe. But you just have to stay and look pretty.”

you looked so embarrassed and shy at his statement you eyes stayed away from him and stood awkwardly. Percy smiled and chuckled, “Maybe you should hang out with me? I could teach you a bit to protect yourself…Or you probably don’t wanna-” as he spoke he started to move away from you, knowing you’d actually take his offer.

“No, no! I’d love to.” You reached for him again with a smile. “Please.” He looked back at you and let out a fake sighed. if only he could show the huge smirk he had to fight back. you were just to easy to manipulate.

“then you stick by me now then, pretty girl?” you nodded your head and clapped your hands excitedly now having someone to train you. but Percy was happy you would stay by him now and no one could pull you away from, he had his hooks in you. and so what if they tried? not like they’d find their bodies anyway, who would look in the lake? no one would miss them away.

all that matter was you and him.

[windwheeler-aster]

matchmaker to the rescue!

summary: nahida helps you and your crush, one of sumeru’s luckiest men, get together

masterlist

pairings (separate): tighnari, cyno, and alhaitham x reader

reader info: uses gender neutral pronouns, is a sumeru citizen, reader is slightly insecure, in some parts reader works as at the akadeymia (alhaitham and cyno), and reader is not traveler

word count: 575 words per character’s section (2 mins~ each)

genre: romance, matchmaking, mutual pining

format: drabbles

warnings: self-doubt/insecure thoughts implied for reader but not described

a/n: i’m trying something new with the drabble formats!!!!!! also omg hi!!! (also,,, kinda wanna make this a series with all the littles, hehe,,, would anyone wanna see that...?) 

it’s so obvious that tighnari likes you. 

he is all smiles and sass whenever he’s with you, witty quips rolling off his tongue with ease in your presence. tighnari’s lips pull into a grin when you snap back at him with something equally as witty, always making him laugh into his hand. and, despite how much he tries to still it, his tail wags wildly when you laugh. he just thinks the sound of your laughter is precious, alright?

now, to any passer by, it’s so painfully obvious that he likes you. why else would he be taking trips into sumeru city everyday if not only to see you? cyno teases him all the time when he sees you two together, always making flirty gestures and a knowing look whenever you look away. and even collei, sweet and oblivious, asks tighnari about it. often things like why his tail was wagging so hard. or even why his ears perk up like that at just the mere mention of your name. the poor forest ranger can barely handle it, clutching onto his face or ears as his friends tease him. 

was it really that obvious? he asked himself at night, hugging his pillow tightly. if cyno and collei know... then wouldn’t they know, too? tighnari clutches his pillow tighter, a pang of sadness hitting his heart. 

then why haven’t they said anything about it?

unfortunately for tighnari, you are as completely oblivious to his feelings as he is to yours. it’s not at all that you don’t like him, though! you just... can be a little dense sometimes, and mistaking your enjoyment of being with him as purely platonic. and vise versa.

and nahida sees this as she strolls the streets of sumeru. she accidentally hears tighnari’s racing thoughts of overanalyzation of his words, how he holds himself, of tighnari in general when he is around you. and when she looks over to you, nahida is sad to hear many thoughts of self doubt.

sure, she had many projects waiting back for her in the akademiya. but surely something as trivial as getting you and tighnari together wouldn’t be too much?

and sure enough, it isn’t!

sending dreams to both you and tighnari helps bring you two closer together. sure, tighnari ends up waking up incredibly flustered after each one. even if it was just about you two hugging, tighnari using you as a pillow as he sleeps, or whatever simple and fluffy thing that entered his dreams. it definitely affects how he sees you, as he is incredibly nervous and awkward around you. he can’t even look you in the eyes now!

for a moment, nahida worries that she’s interfered too much. however, she notices how you, albeit shyly and hesitantly, begin to make some moves on tighnari. complimenting the small things he does, like how lovely his eyes look in the late evening as the sun sets. or how you teased him for how much his tail wagged whenever you said something kind. and the dendro archon rejoices when you ask him out to eat, even if it’s just a “simple dinner between friends.” she knows what you’re doing, and she’s quite proud.

some time later when it’s announced that the two of you finally started dating, nahida is in great spirits. she’s much more talkative and bubbly as she has meetings with the akademiya scholars, almost tempting her to throw a festival of love in celebration of your and tighnari. that is until she remembers that love is the tsaritsa’s domain. oh well.

cyno is amazing at keepings his feelings from you hidden.

you’re a scholar at the akademiya, one that is often visited by the general mahamantra on the dendro archon’s behalf. whenever you two talk, he keeps his replies curt. he nods along to whatever you’re saying, sometimes interjecting something half-heartedly to the conversation, with a dazed look in his amber eyes. it worries you that you’re boring the general mahamantra, but cyno reassures you that he’s not. he’s just tired, that’s all.

so why does he always act tired? you think.

little do you know, cyno does like spending time with you. he enjoys visiting you everyday, whether or not nahida asks him to. he loves the little amounts of knowledge you share on a topic when he asks you. and he does like you, because how could he not? like, seriously? you’re you, one of the most talented, amazing, downright precious, attractive, and intelligent person he’s ever met. why would he not like you?

however, with his title, cyno makes a lot of enemies. it’s best for him not to involve you in any sort of danger. even if it’s a matter of your safety, it pains cyno so much when he sees your hurt expression when he pretends to disregard whatever you just said. he’s internally screaming at himself, desperately wishing he could just grab you and hug you so tightly that the hurt and pain he’s caused is squeezed out of you. 

just as he thinks that, however, the sumeru archon accidentally pears into his thoughts when she passes you two by in the akademiya. she’s a little shocked that cyno felt that way about you, and even more shocked when she hears your cruel thoughts about yourself, going on and on about how cyno would never like someone like you. nahida smacks herself so hard on the head that it alerts cyno, which lets him leave swiftly to take care of the dendro archon.

but nahida doesn’t stop thinking about the two of you together, even whilst she’s in the middle of meetings or while she’s talking with cyno himself. 

how could two people like each other so much but don’t know it? she asks herself. 

finally, after enough pondering, nahida begins to plant the seed of her elaborate plan to get you two together. hopefully.

first, it starts with mentioning your name to cyno as he escorts her on a walk throughout sumeru city. she’s internally delighted to see a subtle smile form on his lips at the mere mention of your name, even if it disappears soon after he gives a vague description of you. but after enough prodding, nahida gets a genuine compliment about you from him. she smiles at the general mahamantra, and cyno is left wondering what is so amusing to her.

then, she sends sweet dreams to cyno of you. sweet days spent together, making breakfast for you while you’re still in bed, waking you up with a sweet kiss and an even sweeter greeting. making you laugh, or sometimes groan, at all the ridiculous jokes cyno has to offer. enough sweet moments with you that makes him wake up, craving for more of that sweetness, craving for your presence in his life once more.

eventually, cyno begins to lower his guard and warm up to you. it’s definitely something to grow used to, as you first thought it was all some cruel prank at your expanse. but once you realize that cyno’s nods and interjections in your conversations were now genuine and sweet, you began to warm up to him, too.

nahida was delighted when she saw you and cyno together, casually holding each other’s hands as you strolled through the marketplace. she’ll make sure to offer her congratulations to cyno later, right after she congratulates herself for such a success. 

haitham acts so casual and friendly that you would never think he’d like you back in that way. 

he leans over the desk that separates you two, listening intently to whatever you’re talking about. although, his gaze does glaze over a few times and his eyes drop down more than once. you falter, slightly, but haitham is very quick to reassure you to continue, perking up and looking at you with genuine interest as a very subtle blush takes over his face. 

please tell me they didn’t see me checking them out, haitham prayed, silently.

haitham thinks his crush on you is so obvious that he does everything in his power to not let anyone know, yourself included. and it’s not at all that haitham is ashamed of liking you. if anything, haitham wants nothing more than to show all of teyvat that he cares for you! he’s truly, madly, and deeply in love with you. however, he’s a little embarrassed at how quickly he fell for you. what if he comes on too strong and scares you away? what if you don’t feel the same way? what if you hate him and he didn’t realize it?

so, haitham wants to give himself some time before he asks you out, however long that may be.

and yet, haitham’s so well thought out facade is easily found out by nahida. all she needed to do was look at how earnest haitham looked at you as you two browsed the shelves of the akademiya’s library. but, just to make sure, nahida let your and haitham’s thoughts grace her. and she was delighted to discover that you both truly did care about each other, even letting out a small giggle. however, at the pace you two were going, haitham probably wouldn’t have asked you out until the hairs on his head were... greyer.

so, nahida sends some dreams haitham’s way. 

he gets these tortuously sweet dreams about you. watching you over the top of his book as you read in the same room as him, more than content with just coexisting with him in the same space. sharing space with you in general, whether that be in the kitchen making food or laying down together on the couch. his personal space is now your personal space too, and haitham is more than content with that fact.

but when he wakes up, haitham is quite sad to find out it had all been a dream. a part of him craves for those moments so badly that he begins to plan out a confession.

nahida tries not to act too happy when she hears news of the scribe and you getting together. internally, she’s overjoyed and can’t wait to see your romance blossom further. however, externally, she gives haitham a smile whenever she sees you walking him to work, holding onto his hand as you wish him well at the akademiya.

maybe the dendro archon should try match making more often.

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[mimixmunson]

eddie or steve with alternative!reader, like face piercings, black makeup, allat stuff

and nsfw or not but they would just be so smitten and follow them around and nod dumbly to whatever reader says bcus theyre so pretty and scary looking

<33

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Belly button piercings. Steddie x female reader. Smut. Blurb.

I’m so sorry this is basically not what you asked for but I tried!! Hope this is okay! I really got in ‘the zone’ and wrote this all in one lmao!

You first noticed them when you were working, it was a Thursday afternoon, and you were waiting for your next appointment to arrive. Your client wanted a belly button piercing, something you’d done a million times in your job as a body piercer, it was second nature to you now. Especially since you have so many metal adjustments to yourself too, several facial piercings that happen to catch people’s eyes. You get complimented on your vertical labret often, but your favourite was the piercing that only you were allowed to see at the moment, single life really was keeping you from excitement.

They stood shyly in the doorway, the dark haired boy seemingly more confident than the brunette. He stood a little taller, had some ear piercings himself and as he took off his jacket, handing it to the other guy, you noticed his tattoos. You had a few of your own, some of which you’d actually given yourself. The long haired guy fiddled with his rings, he basically had one on each finger, the skull one catching your eye the most. It was cool, you make a mental note to see if you can find one of those for yourself.

The more metal looking of the men spoke, “Hi. I’m Eddie. I’m here for my piercing?” He had a great voice, he definitely was confident like you had expected. You offer him a friendly smile and show him out back to your studio after taking his payment, giving him his consent form and running him through the aftercare. “Can my boyfriend come too?” He questioned shyly, holding the brunette man’s hand behind his back. You nod and laugh, assuming he can’t be afraid of needles if he’s got so many tattoos. “Follow me, both of you are welcome, there’s always room for an emotional support person. Even if you are a pretty metal head or a…” You stood still and looked him up and down. “Frat boy?” You laugh, hoping to get the same reaction from them, it always helped to make jokes to ease your clients nerves.

In the kindest possible way they looked stupid, like they’d seen a ghost. Eddie’s jaw had dropped, he’s practically drooling at the compliment and his boyfriend? His cheeks are bright red. He nods dumbly, like every single thought in his pretty head had been knocked out by your comment.

“I don’t need!- whatever. This is Steve.” Eddie shakes his head and chuckles at your joke. “Thank you for letting me watch, I kinda wanted to see how you do this whole piercing thing, I’m tempted to get one myself.” Steve spoke finally, his voice a lot softer than Eddie’s. His face was flushed, embarrassed by his own words.

You mark up Eddie’s belly button, making sure the lining you drew was straight and offer him a look in the mirror. As he stands upright, staring at the pen marks on his midriff you notice them for the second time that day. But it wasn’t just them, it was how they looked at you. Their eyes followed you, ever since they stood hunched over in the doorway of the waiting room. Their eyes never left you, dancing around your face and more recently, your pants.

You’d been ogled over before, sort of part and parcel of the job. Men had come into your studio just to ask you if you had any “naughty” piercings or assume you must be freaky in bed because you’re tatted and pierced. But you didn’t mind the way they were looking at you. Almost like you were an enigma, a paradox.

“Stevie here’s acting scared but don’t let him fool you, he likes a bit of pain.” Eddie giggles over his own words whilst Steve shoots him a look, giving him daggers. You noticed the way Steve blushed again, it’s adorable really. His cheeks flushed at everything. “Is that so? Well the belly button piercing is just a little pinch really, the clamp is the worst part. Just breathe through it and it’s over. I promise, I’ll be gentle. To you that is, might have to be a little more rough with this one huh? He seems insistent on embarrassing you doesn’t he, sweetheart?” You motion to Eddie, wiggling the capped needle around in your fingers. Steve threw his head back in laughter, squeezing Eddie’s hand in his own, “t-thanks.” He stutters through his words, you could definitely see this guy being a submissive. His entire nature is submissive. Your mind escapes you as you imagine what he’d look like tied to your bed. Would Eddie join you in dominating Steve or would you have them both at your mercy?

That was a hell of a way to break the ice, finding out your client’s boyfriend is a pain slut definitely was a new one. Fantasising about your clients even more so, but they are so endearing.

“Okay you ready?” You glance up at Eddie, he nods and you position your needle. “And 3, 2, 1, aaaand done.” You feed the needle through his belly button, you remove the needle and leave the plastic tube inside the freshly pierced hole. “And here’s the stingy part.” You mutter as you thread his chosen jewellery through the plastic tube of the needle and twists the ball on top, wiping and sterilising his belly button. “How was it?” Steve questioned, still looking at Eddie through his fingers across his eyes. “Completely fine babe, princess here has magic fingers.” He shoots you a smirk in an attempt to fluster you back for earlier.

“Sure do. Are you up next Steve? I have time to slot you in now, I’ve got a free hour.” Inquiring as clean up your work space once more. “N-no. Maybe next time.” He responds with the weakest smile you’ve ever seen. He’s scared, if any of the goosebumps on his skin suggest, that’s understandable. Poor thing, he’s a completely blank canvas and a piercing is a pretty big commitment to make. Eddie smiles, whispering something in-audible to Steve which of course left him with a flushed face again.

You squat down to your drawers to reach a form, and as you bend over you hear a groan. Well more of a grunt, you smirk whilst your back is turned. These boys were too cute. Wondering which of them you could make yours first, maybe take the easy frightened little lamb and watch his protector follow. What sounds would they make? You could break down the act that Eddie puts up and make him melt in your hands? Was the act he puts up all a ploy, was Steve the top? So many questions run through your mind, but you knew something for certain. This was precious. These boys were precious. Behind you, you hear some giggling. Still searching for the feedback form you have to leave it up to your imagination, but it ate at you. What were they giggling about? You hadn’t imagined the handcuffs attached to Eddie’s belt, maybe he was teasing him by showing Steve what he’d be tied with that night? Maybe they’d pointed at you pretty ass bend over so nicely on display for them and daydreamed about having you in those cuffs?

You twist your face over your shoulder to face them as you pick up the form, your elbows squeezing together ‘accidentally’. Steve shys away from looking but you can tell he wants to, it was obvious. His eyes darted around the room, from the mirror across from you, and back to your chest. Whereas Eddie? His jaw was on the floor, his vision transfixed on your chest.

“Okay, well in that case when you’re ready I need you, Eddie to fill in this form about how your experience was here today. We give them to all our clients.”

You commanded, handing him the form and a pen, watching as he filled it out pretty quickly. It was cute, through the whole time you’d spent together, Steve hadn’t let go of Eddie’s hand. Following him around like a lost dog, but he still couldn’t stop his eyes from moving over you. Eddie squeezes Steve’s hand again and he looks down at his lap. Oh. Was it the pain of the piercing or your body that made that tent in his pants appear? Steve bites his lip and reaches out to palm his hand over Eddie’s bulge. He squirms and swats at his boyfriend’s hands. Oh god could they get any cuter, flustered and bratty? The things you could do.

He shuffles his jacket across his waist, hoping you hadn’t seen it. Handing you the form back, you walk them both back into the waiting room. You sign the form to prove you had administered the piercing, handing it back to Eddie to take his copy home for safe keeping. Chewing on your pen lid, you giggle as the leave your studio. You wonder how long it will be until they read the note you left them on the paper.

“Let me know if you want that piercing Stevie, I think you’d both suit little matching belly bars. The cutest boys. If I’ve read this wrong ignore me and I apologise but if I haven’t? Call me. *phone number*.”

Well you’ve had worse days at work.

[lizzieisright]

Stop the world (I wanna get off with you)

masc!reader x fem!Abby

Palestine: what can you do

Summary: You're tired of all this mandatory social stuff during another charity gala you attend. You watch Abby and wish for the time to stop so you two can have a moment.

Tags: Rich reader wears tuxedo, no other descriptions otherwise. Abby wears a dress (and she looks fucking stunning). For smut in the second half: fingering (r!abby), oral (r!abby), no power dynamics.

Notes: I blame Arctic Monkeys for this. (it wasn't even supposed to have smut, but I got carried away.)

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It's been two hours since the gala started. You don't like those things: your social battery dies after the fifth person starts small talking with you - but you visit them anyway. It's for the greater good and you love charity, especially since your successful business lets you earn more money than you'd ever need in this lifetime - so you put them to work.

There's also two other, smaller reasons why you visit these events, and they're personal to you.

The first reason is vain. It's an excuse to wear the finest tuxedo you have - even though right now your bow-tie is undone and lies on your collarbone quite fashionably, and you can't be bothered to stand up from your seat as you nurse your non-alcoholic drink and stare at the most expensive pair of leather shoes you own. You're tired and ready to go home, but you catch the glimpse of yourself in the mirror and smirk - you look hot. Hot and rich. Your ego can’t get bigger.

The second reason has been going around the room talking to people and laughing, holding a glass of champagne and barely drinking from it. 

The second reason is wearing a gorgeous silk golden dress that shows off her cleavage, her shoulders, her waist and her long legs. Her hair is plaited into a fluffy braid which makes it look weightless and beautiful. Your second reason looks like an amazonian goddess and you can’t take your eyes off of her. 

You kinda wish the world would just stop for the two of you. 

Abby catches your gaze and smiles - you smile back and raise your glass. You don’t want to go and talk - she is really the only person you like in this room - and you’d prefer to have your conversation private; although getting Abby alone isn't easy to do when she is working. Abby chuckles at your tortured expression but goes back to the conversation, nods as she listens. 

Abby is magnificent and you admire her for what she does: she is very successful for her age, one of the leading doctors in the hospital that is hosting the gala. It’s rare when you could see her in anything else than scrubs, let alone a beautiful dress, and you don’t even feel bad about it - Abby wears scrubs because she helps people. She saves lives. All these fancy dinners and galas and dresses are tools for her to help her cause - to create more charity programs, to get medication more accessible, to get medical care accessible. There are no words to describe your admiration for Abby, but you hope your actions show enough. 

So you don't distract Abby from doing her work, but keep watching her from afar, enjoying her every move, every curve that this dress shows, every flick of her braid and every sparkle of her eyes. She is just so fucking beautiful. 

Half an hour later you start to get a little impatient - so you go to the balcony to let your ears rest from the whole buzz around you. You’re tempted to find Abby at this point, but she finds you first. You hear the clicking of her heels on the marble and smile before turning to face her. 

“Hi.” Abby says sweetly and you melt. 

“Hi.” You say almost dreamily, as if you can't believe she is here. 

You take your jacket off to put it around her shoulders, and Abby blushes, beautiful pink highlights her freckles. You watch her in adoration and she blushes harder when she notices the depth of tenderness and love in your eyes.

“You look gorgeous.” You tell her and Abby can’t keep herself from smiling, a little shy. “I’m glad you decided to wear a dress today.”

“If it wasn’t for you, I don’t think I would’ve dared to.” Abby says. She is impossibly cute when her youngish shyness takes a hold of her. “I still have to meet some people.” 

“Yeah. We’ve got people to see, places to go. I know.” You chuckle and caress Abby’s cheek reverently. She closes her eyes for a moment, basking in your touch. “I wish we could just stop the world and get off.”

Abby laughs quietly, a melodic sound that feels like home. 

“I love your tuxedo.” Abby admits and toys with the ends of your bow-tie. “It does look better undone.” There’s a small implication of something dark and hot in her words and you feel the fire starting in your lower stomach.

“Love, you’re impossible.” You sigh, not letting yourself gently grab Abby by her hips. Not the time, not the place. “You have to meet some people, remember?”

“Yes.” Abby grins and gives your jacket back. Her perfume and your cologne are now mixed and you love it. “Maybe there is someone you’d like to talk to as well?”

“With the exception of you, I dislike everyone in the room.” You deadpan and Abby laughs.

You follow Abby inside anyway and now you have her on your arm, her forearm resting on yours. You’re tired, but Abby is tired too, and you support her as she goes on the last round of meeting and talking and telling people about her projects. Abby is very determined and passionate about her work, and you chuckle in your head - you have enough money to spoil Abby for the rest of her life, and you honestly dreamt about it: just having a housewife to take care of - but instead the love of your life is a constantly exhausted overworked doctor who wants the best for people. The irony of the situation never fails to amuse you. 

“It was nice to meet you, Dr. Anderson.” The last person on Abby’s list tells her and you sigh in relief. “You’re doing very important work for all of us.”

“Thank you. It was nice to meet you as well.” Abby smiles politely and you finally walk her away from the crowd.

You put your jacket around Abby’s shoulders again and support her as you lead her to the car. You can’t wait to be home already.

“The night is cold today.” Abby notices when you get in the driver’s seat. You push the temperature higher and turn on the seat heating for Abby. “Thank you.”

“I know you love it when your butt is warm.” You tease her and Abby smacks your thigh lightly. “It’s cute.”

You live in a penthouse with a gorgeous view over the city - Abby felt a little awkward the first few times she came here, this level of luxury wasn't something she was used to even coming from a neurosurgeon's family. Now she calls this place home.

At home you open a bottle of wine and take Abby to the balcony. She looks stunning in the city lights as the wind plays with her hair and the free silk of her dress as she stands leaning on the glass railings. She looks at you and there’s so much tension between you you feel like it’d be a good idea to undo a button on your shirt. Abby’s eyes are piercing and warm, the dark trickle of her pupils follows your hand as you open your shirt. 

You love how it feels as if you took her home for the first time, as if both of you are uncertain how the night will go but you also hope for the same ending. It makes you chuckle when you hand Abby her glass of wine. 

“It reminds me of the night we met.” You tell her and Abby matches your chuckle. “I couldn’t look away from you.”

“You looked so grumpy and you kept staring at me, I thought you didn’t like me.” 

“I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful before.” You take a sip of your wine and Abby blushes. 

She is still not used to being found attractive when she presents more feminine - it took her years to gain confidence when her trained muscled body was enveloped in gentle and fragile silhouettes of dresses. But the night you met you looked at her like she was holy - and you still do - and it definitely helps. 

“I’ve never seen someone so hot being so miserable before.” Abby teases you and you both share a quiet laugh. “I don’t think if it wasn’t for your scandalous donation I would’ve come up to you.”

You remember how fast your heart was beating when Abby approached you to thank you - she was shy but cheerful and you put all effort into making a good impression that night. 

“I love you so much.” You tell Abby and finally put one of your hands on her hip. You rub your thumb over her hip bone and feel like you’re home. 

“I love you too, my antisocial knight with an undone bow-tie.” 

You beam but try to conceal it. 

“My love.” You kiss Abby’s forehead, your lips linger on her skin. “My life.” You kiss her cheek and squeeze her hip a little. You move your mouth down and leave a kiss behind her ear. “My wife.”

Abby giggles and kisses you, her mouth pleasantly cold and you wrap your free arm around her waist to press her closer. Abby feels the fabric of your slacks and your belt buckle through her thin dress and it makes her shudder; she suddenly feels hot. 

“Fuck.” Abby sighs and opens her legs, her golden dress riding up on her hip when she tries to wrap her leg around you. 

You chuckle and kiss her cheek apologetically before moving away. Abby pouts a little and you laugh kindly before you take her glass of wine from her and put both of your glasses on the near table. You don't want to ruin Abby's dress by spilling wine on it, although you wouldn't mind having Abby's perfect body covered in wine so you could like every drop and watch the dark liquid contrast with her light skin.

“Come here.” Abby sighs and you obey, kissing her again and finally hooking her thigh over your hip. 

You push Abby into the railing behind her and she hugs your shoulders while she kisses you back. You moan into her mouth, your hands roam from her waist to her hips, hungry and ready to devour her piece by piece. Only now, when you hold Abby so tightly, you notice that the silk of her dress is smooth under your fingers - there’s not ridges or bumps that would evidence there’s something underneath.

“You’re not wearing underwear?” Abby shudders when she hears your voice drop an octave, desperate. 

“It ruined the look.” Abby shrugs and pushes her cunt into your crotch, the cold silk is so thin she thinks she can grind against your belt buckle and cum just like this. “And now it seems I’m ruining the dress with how wet you got me.”

You growl and kiss Abby again, rough and passionate, not letting her take a breath. You knead her waist and thigh, riding up her dress until the slit is high enough for your hand to slip under, to the wet heat between Abby's thighs. You cup her pussy and kiss her neck, and Abby whimpers quietly. 

“Wanna know what I'm thinking about?” You murmur into her ear while your fingers find her clit and start rubbing it slowly. 

“Yeah.” Abby presses you closer, squeezes your waist as if you will walk away. As if you'd ever leave her.

“That I should've fucked you back on that balcony.” You growl into her ear and chuckle when Abby's hips start moving against your palm. “Should've gotten you dripping and shaking for me. Let you walk around and pretend to be okay while clenching your thighs so your cum wouldn't drip down on the floor.”

“Fuck.” Abby whimpers and her movements become more energetic. “Fuck me, please.” 

“What do you want?” You lick Abby's collarbone and she whines. 

“Fingers.” 

You hum and smear Abby's cum all over her cunt before sinking two of your fingers in. You watch Abby's face as you slowly feed her your fingers: she is beautiful. Her cute little frown, mouth opened but no sound escaping it and crimson red blush on her cheekbones - she is God. Your God. 

“Gorgeous.” You whisper and curl your fingers inside her. 

Abby's pelvis jumps and you giggle, surprised at her sudden sensitivity. You fuck her slowly, carefully - Abby might be big and strong, but she is such a delicate woman. You make sure you treat her as such. 

“I love you.” Abby sighs while her cum drips down your hand and her thigh. 

“I love you too.” You kiss her shoulder lovingly.

You move away just enough to have some space between the two of you, your fingers still slowly fucking Abby's hole and your thumb lazily playing with her clit. Now the world has stopped and you can have her all for yourself. 

You gently brush your fingers over her shoulder and move the strap of the dress down so you could free her tits. Abby helps you and soon the top half of her dress is bundled up at her waist. You lick your lips as you watch Abby's nipples tighten from the wind, her cute little tits are all for your eyes only. 

You lean down and take her left nipple into your mouth, sucking on it gently, and Abby twitches, her cunt fluttering around your fingers. You're still slow - Abby gets so turned on when you take your time with her; the anticipation makes her so much more sensitive. 

“Baby.” Abby whimpers and presses your head closer. “You're so good.” 

You tenderly nip at her nipple and thumb her clit at the same time, and Abby clenches on your fingers.

“Baby, give me one more. Please. Make me full.” 

You buck your hips instinctively at her words, so turned on your brain barely functions by this point. You're not packing today and it's a damn pity, but you don't waste time on thinking about it - instead you take your fingers out fully. 

“You're drenched, love.” You smirk and push three fingers slowly to the hilt. “Take it.” You rasp into Abby's ear as her walls close on your digits.

Abby whimpers and bites her lip, her eyes rolling back from how good you feel inside her. It's a little tight, but Abby loves it, loves how you're stretching her. She loves the feeling of your fingers brushing over her hot walls, your soft fingertips and hard knuckles and the pad of your thumb on her clit. 

You push at Abby's sweet spot to make her moan and she digs her nails into your shoulder, her thighs starting to shake. 

“You look like a goddamn goddess.” You tell Abby in awe, but you're so turned on you can't keep your hips from bucking against her. You step closer and start grinding on her thigh, the harsh fabric of your underwear and slacks making the pleasure more intense. Abby moves one of her hands down and squeezes your ass, moaning desperately. 

“Fuck, cum with me. Baby, please, cum with me.” Abby moans and you start grinding rough and fast, grunting when the stitch on your pants digs into your clit just right. “Go faster, please.”

“So polite.” You say, panting, but you pick up your speed and Abby just gets wetter and wetter: you think you've got her cum on your cuffs by now. 

You pinch her nipple with a free hand and Abby moans louder. She puts her forehead on your shoulder and whimpers right into your ear, making you rut on her thigh harder. You're close, and Abby is close - you feel her beautiful cunt getting tighter and tighter around your fingers. You slow down and Abby clings to you, her hips bucking into your hand. 

“I'm close.” Abby pouts and you lick her neck. 

“Oh, I know. Can feel how tight you are now.” You smirk. 

It's a sweet torture for both of you - you also slow down with your grinding - but you know Abby's orgasm will be stronger after being close like this. 

“Can't wait to bury my tongue in your cunt.” You tell Abby and she gets so desperate in your hands. She clings to you, bucks her hips and tries to take your fingers deeper, and it melts your heart. 

Fuck it, you think, and then you drop to your knees. If Abby is your God, you need to worship her accordingly. 

“Baby, what-” Abby tries to say, confused when she loses the feeling of your hot cunt on her thigh, but then it dawns on her. “Please-please-please.” 

You put her thigh that was on your hip over your shoulder and push her dress up, until the entirety of it is bundled around Abby's waist. Abby is looking down at you, her mouth open and her eyes pleading, and you finally lock your mouth on her pussy. 

“Oh my god.” Abby whimpers when you suck on her clit. “Oh my god, baby, I'm gonna cum, fuck-” 

You hum, your eyes rolled back in ecstasy as Abby's taste envelopes your senses. Her cunt is always so soft and so hot, and you can't help yourself: you bury your face in it, licking her up from her hole where your fingers slowly fuck up into her, and to her clit. Abby holds your head with her hands and starts bucking her hips into your face, riding your tongue, and you relax: you let her use you as she pleases. 

Abby's voice becomes higher and louder, and she presses you closer with the heel digging into your back. It's kinda painful since Abby is still wearing her stilettos, but you don't care. You're high on her, and being pulled closer, having her scent and taste and warmth surrounding you is pure bliss. You're still slow and it makes Abby more desperate as she chases her orgasm, but she doesn't ask you to go faster - instead she bucks her hips rougher and doesn't leave you a choice but to eat her out like she wants it. 

“Baby, wait, fuck, wait-” 

Her approaching orgasm feels different, too intense - and she knows what is going to happen, but she is always embarrassed when she squirts right on your face - she wants to ask you to stand up, but she can't, lost in her pleasure. 

You know she is going to squirt as well, her walls are so tight around your fingers it is literally hard to move them and your wrist starts to cramp now, but you keep fucking her, because you want her to squirt all over your face. 

“Fuck!” Abby screams and folds, holding to your head for dear life and unconsciously pressing you closer to her cunt with her thigh on your shoulder, almost suffocating you, drowning you in her cum. 

You would die as the happiest woman on Earth if this would be your last moment: between the legs of the love of your life, drenched in her cum. 

Abby is still whimpering and you keep your fingers moving gently just to prolong her pleasure, and you keep eating her out just to get all her cum, softly moving your tongue around. 

“Fuck.” Abby pants and watches you between her thighs. You're absolutely pussy drunk, soaked to your chest and you look high. Abby giggles, embarrassed, and puts the loose hairs away from your forehead. “I soaked you.”

“Yes. Thank you.” You kiss a trail up Abby's thigh that's on your shoulder. 

“Come here.” Abby says weakly and you carefully put her leg down and get up, holding Abby by her waist. You know her legs are shaky and you want to support her. “I'm a mess.” Abby chuckles and you kiss her neck. 

“You're beautiful. I'm definitely fucking you next time we go to an event. I don't care.”

Abby giggles and kisses you, not minding that your whole face is covered in her cum. You kiss her back and pinch her nipple gently just to make her jump. 

“Let's get you warm.” You tell Abby when you notice the goosebumps covering her arms and chest. 

“You haven't cum yet.” 

“You can worry about it when you're warm and clean.” You kiss the tip of her nose and lead her back inside. 

Abby repays you thoroughly in the shower. 

[euaphoric]

♡.･✩°｡⋆ jk & the panty chronicles ♡.･✩°｡⋆

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ ⊹ pairing — established relationship, jk x f!reader

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ ⊹ warnings — smut, switch!jk, dirty talk, panty kink, mommy kink kinda ? shjhsds, masturbation, spitting, thigh riding, ruined orgasm (but lets jk finish in the end tho, she’s not that much of a sadist!), handjob, begging, cute & flustered koo ftw <3

this is the 2nd installment to my drabble series if you haven’t read the first one you can here!

nothing frustrates you more than when you lose something, it’s so nerve wracking — you almost drive yourself crazy looking for it. on a typical day getting ready for work, you were searching for your favorite pair of undies in your drawer but they’ve seem to have gone missing. you spent two weeks trying to find them but eventually gave up since you were having absolutely no luck. it bummed you out because not only was the design super cute, but they were also really comfy and held sentimental value. jungkook bought them as a valentine’s gift — which he surprised you by taking off with his teeth that night. it’d be rude of you to ask him to buy you another pair but you were tempted on doing so anyways since you loved the particular pair that much.

it didn’t dawn on you that this would become a reoccurring theme, until yet another pair ends up disappearing. you noticed straight away, it wasn’t one of your simple, everyday ones so they stood out from the rest. at this point it can’t just be a coincidence anymore— but how do they keep vanishing into thin air? were you accidentally misplacing them? or was someone else behind this? it’s only you and jungkook sharing this house so the only way you’ll get to the bottom of this is by asking him about it, maybe it could’ve got mixed up in his laundry or something! so you text him while at work to see if he may know anything-

[2:50 pm] babeee have you seen my cute undies?? u know the ones with the blue stripes and white lace around them, i can’t find them for the life of me :c

2 new notifications from jungkookiee 🍪🐰:

[2:53 pm] no i haven’t, sawryyyy 💔

aren’t those the ones from brandy? :0

sigh… of course he has no idea where they are, but how does he know the exact brand? he didn’t buy those ones..

[2:56 pm] yes those ! i was looking for them earlier today but ig i lost them T-T

wait, how’d you know they’re from brandy?

3 new notifications from jungkookiee 🍪🐰:

[3:01 pm] …

[3:02 pm] wild guess ?? haha >.<

[3:07 pm] i rlly have no idea tho, sorry i’m not much help baby. but if i do come across them i’ll tell you right away 🫡

theres something off about him but you’re not sure what it is. for some reason you don’t think he’s telling the full truth, but why would he need to lie about such a trivial matter though? you won’t keep texting him about it, instead you’ll ask when you get home, you’ll get an answer out of him one way or another.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

you head home from work a little later than usual but didn’t tell jungkook that you were on your way back. you were still hung up on earlier, prepared to confront your boyfriend who’s waiting for you at home clueless as ever. the first thing you noticed as you came in was how quiet it is, jungkook wasn’t in the living room nor downstairs where he usually is. your heels click up the stairs slowly, traveling your way to the bedroom when a sudden noise halts your steps. there were low murmurs and soft groans echoing from outside the door and as you got closer the sounds become more apparent. there’s no way he’s doing what you think he is right now… the curiosity is burning through you as you carefully turn the knob to open the door, trying not to make a sound while coming in, the sight you’re greeted with was anything less than innocent. your mouth flung agape when settling your eyes on your boyfriend in front of you, propped on the bed completely naked with his eyes scrunched shut. he flew his head back in delight as his tattoo’d hand wrapped around the base of his throbbing length, holding some object you couldn’t identify. you felt like such a creep watching him from afar like this but you’d be lying if you said weren’t getting subconsciously turned on.

jungkook has such a pretty voice, but his moans are even prettier. he sounds so angelic, whispering nothing but gibberish, grunting, bucking his desperate hips in the air as he bites his lip frustratedly. “y/n..” he pants, hopelessly calling out to you, pumping his angry cock at a faster rate, “nngh~ fuck mommy, n-need y-you…” oh, so that’s what he calls you when you’re not around? you’re not sure what to do with this secondary information but it’s driving you more insane. that’s when you notice something— that object he’s holding around his shaft looks awfully familiar, you remember that color and pattern and wait… it’s your missing underwear! you’ve finally found the culprit but now you’re left with more questions, why did jungkook steal your panties to jerk off with them? was this a secret kink he’s had all along but too embarrassed to talk about? only one way to find out. you fully enter the room now, shutting the door behind as you walk closer to him. the king sized bed sinks further down once you kneel on the edge, jungkook’s eyes still remained tightly closed, but not for much longer. his hand movements become sloppier and hastier, turning more apparent that he’s getting close. that’s when a sinister idea comes to mind for you, ready to spoil all the fun for him.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

“aah.. shit. think i’m cumming… holy fuu-” jungkook’s sinful sounds abruptly stir at the feeling of something or someone touching him. lashes fluttering immediately to see you sitting on the ledge in front of him. not only was he startled, but he has no clue how long you’ve been there staring at him doing this. “having fun without me, huh?” you ask innocently, tilting your head sideways, acting all oblivious. jungkook’s adam’s apple bobs up and down as he gulps nervously, rendering silent for a bit from getting caught but eventually responds, “h-how much did you… hear?” biting your lip before answering, you press your thighs together while remembering, “most of it,” “enough to know you have a mommy kink now!” you tease his flustered state, giggling at the power and control you had over him. “but don’t worry baby, i think it’s kinda hot.” you look down to still see the flimsy fabric wrapped around him, streaks of his milky pre-cum leak down the side.

you feel kinda bad for not letting him finish but you want to make him do that instead. your hand moves up to gently caress his thigh, “sorry i ruined your orgasm, it’s payback for stealing my panties.” your apology couldn’t be more fake, secretly gloating about this whole thing, but jungkook wasn’t seeming to find any of this funny. you don’t see him like this often, he’s usually the more dominant one and you’re fine with being submissive — this drastic change of personality in him makes you even more aroused. “i know it’s wrong… i- i don’t know why i do it. m’sorry for stealing your stuff puddin’..” his big, round doe eyes plead with you, face all red and blushy as he attempts covering his body with the bed sheet. he was being too cute right now, how could you even scold him? ;(( “aww, babyy don’t be ashamed, i think it’s cute!” you admit, removing the sheet from him, “c’mere gimme kiss.” body tingling with anticipation as your lips collide with his, tangling your fingers in his disheveled locks.

jungkook breathlessly moans into the kiss, mind still hazy from the actions he was performing earlier. your tongue dips, nudging the soft plumpness of his lips to gain further access. he parts his lips ever so slightly, just enough to let you in, exploring the divine taste of him. he moves rhythmically with you, swallowing each other whole as if you were feeding off each other’s souls. the more you devour him the more messy it gets, mingling your spit with his as the kiss grows sloppy with longing passion. he could cum from just kissing you alone, it’s all too much for jungkook’s brain to process… his cock involuntarily twitching when you crawl on top of him. “fuck baby…” he coos into you, palming your breasts under your blouse, feeling like he’s going to combust any minute. “you can touch me later.” you murmur, taking his hands away from desperately wanting to feel you, “let me make you cum while i ride your thigh.”

the warmth of his body consumes you, secured tightly as you were sat between his thigh with your clothed pussy against him. his hands cage the frame of your waist while you rock back and forth slowly, stimulating your clit with jungkook’s muscular thigh. “want me to make you feel good, hm?” your voice taunts his trembling state, ghosting your thumb over the swollen head of his shaft. “p-please..” he whispers under his breath, “please fuck me.” you tsk, snickering at his impatience, he’s going to be waiting a while if he truly wants that. “not yet,” shaking your head as you faintly graze over his erection, “wanna hear you beg for it.” fully grasping his girth, you begin lightly tugging, adding more friction with your undies still wrapped like a present. jungkook winces from your sudden touch, feeling his muscles tensing underneath as you watch him squirm a bit. “i wan- i want…” he babbles senselessly, not used to acting this whiny for you.

“what do you want?” you sigh dramatically, shifting the underwear so you could lean down and spit on his cock, lathering your saliva to create more of a mess, “tell me and i’ll give it to you pretty boy.” as much as he wanted to tell you, he could barely get a word out, he felt so humiliated you were overpowering him like this. all he could do was continue whining, the sounds he’s making are extra pretty, a beautiful melody to your eardrums. “want you so fucking bad baby.. please j-just let m-me.. mmph~” this was gonna be a way harder task for him than he thought. the more his thigh clenches the more you wanna scream out, you’re surprised you’re able to focus on two things at once right now. his cock pulsates in your hand, reacting erratically as you give it another squeeze, he feels so close he could almost see it coming. “m’not gonna last for much longer…” all he thought about was getting to finish inside you, maybe you’ll let him if he acts accordingly. “i wanna fuck you so bad, wanna feel your walls clench around me as i mindlessly ram my cock into you, make you scream, cry, and shake while i have my fingers stuffed down your pretty little throat. i wanna fill you with my cum… give you all my babies and more.. please let me. i’ll do anythiii- agghh!” jungkook’s rambling is cut off when he feels his orgasm rapture through him, the excessive speed you were going + you grinding on his thigh was enough to drive him to the edge.

spurts of his white essence coats your hand deliciously, continuing to pump his length as you milk out every last drop he has to give. “fuck, fuck, fuckk.” he curses from the overstimulation, he wants one thing and one thing only, your sweet, yummy pussy. as much as you wanted to keep drawing this out you didn’t want to keep seeing him suffer. “okay, i’ll let you fuck me,” letting out a chuckle as you finally cave, “but only since you were so good for me.” your attention’s drawn back to the soiled panties that were half covering his cock, it’s still unbelievable that he lied about where they were, knowing full well he was using them to get off. you took the dainty jizz-stained fabric and do an unthinkable act next. stuffing the soaked material inside of you completely, letting his cum seep into your gushy walls. once he saw that, a flip switched within, quickly flipping you over so he could be on top, easily reversing the roles. he watched as you were the one squirming in fear now, locking you in place with your arms pinned above your head. he flashes a sly smirk, getting the last laugh in the end, “you’re so fucking dirty for that, m’gonna have to punish you for being such a naughty girl… maybe i should stuff them in your filthy mouth next, you’d probably like that. wouldn’t you?”

this was well overdue but it’s finally here lollll, part 3 will be up in a much more speedy time i PWOMISE. if you liked this lmk if you’d like to be tagged in part 3, thanks for reading !! :D

tags:: @gywaruu @sweet-sourhotcoco @somehowukook @pjkthjjk @jungkooks21 @asterianax @jungcockthirst @kookznoona @mylilacheart

[vioartemis]

Friend? (Part 3)

(Wednesday Addams x fem! reader)

Summary: Your relationship with Wednesday evolves, and the two of you attempt a ritual that may not go exactly as planned... Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 Warnings: a tiny bit of blood Italian words: tesoro = darling || cara mia = my dear (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

As promised, the next day, Wednesday was in front of your house at 4pm sharp. You hadn’t told your parents about your nights out -for obvious reasons, and so you couldn’t tell them about the… accident.

If they wouldn’t be happy about you going out at night, you were sure they would lock you in forever if they learned you got hurt, even more if they knew it was at Nevermore. They weren’t big fans of outcasts; always thought they were kinda weird.

Luckily, they didn’t ask too many questions about why you were going out.

You met Wednesday outside, a smile forming on your lips as soon as you saw her.

“How are you feeling?” she asked you, a hint of concern in her voice

“I’m okay, don’t worry”

She gave you a severe look and raised an eyebrow.

“… Okay, okay… It hurts a bit when I move too much” you confessed

“When you walk?”

You shook your head no, giving her a reassuring smile. She nodded, satisfied with your answer.

“Come on then” she said, taking your hand in hers and intertwining your fingers just like the day before

She had missed the warmth your hand provided her.

She started walking, but not too fast so you wouldn’t hurt yourself.

“Where are we going?” you asked her with a smile

“You told me about a new horror movie you wanted to see. I thought we could watch it together.”

“You remember that?” you asked with a surprised chuckle

“Of course.”

You could swear you saw her lips curl slightly up into a tiny smile.

The movie was great, and watching it with Wednesday made it even better. She never let go of your hand, not even when some guys were giving you weird looks.

Eventually, it was time to walk you back to your house. The sun was slowly disappearing in a beautiful sunset. You took a minute or two to watch it with the raven, in front of your house, making the moment last longer.

“Thank you for today, it was really fun. I… I’d love to do that again, if it’s okay with you” you said softly

“It was indeed fun.” Wednesday nodded

You both stayed silent for a minute, not wanting to let go of the other’s hand or leave each other’s company. You didn’t know what to say or what to do. You wanted to do something. But you weren’t sure she would like it, and you didn’t want to rush things.

Wednesday also wanted to do something, anything, not to leave you so soon. She wanted to kiss you. She didn’t really understand the feeling or why she wanted it so badly, but god, your lips looked so tempting.

She eventually pulled you closer to her, her eyes darting between your own and your lips.

You got the hint and leaned in slightly, until your lips touched. The kiss was quick and shy, but it got you blushing like crazy already.

You were about to pull away completely, when you felt the raven grabbing the collar of your shirt and bringing you closer to her. She stopped when your lips were only inches away from hers, letting you some time to say if you didn’t want to do it again.

Not hearing you complain or do anything against it, she pulled on your shirt and kissed you again, more confidently this time. Your free hand made its way to the back of her neck, keeping her close as you made out in the middle of the street.

You couldn’t care less about people seeing you or judging you. Nothing mattered. Just her.

A few weeks had passed since your first kiss with Wednesday. You both decided to go on dates two times a week and that you would take turns choosing the activity. You tried to surprise each other with different activities you thought you would like, and so far it worked pretty well.

This day it was your turn to choose the date, and you had the perfect idea.

You had told your parents you were spending the night at a friend’s house, which gave you the whole night to spend with Wednesday. When the raven arrived where you agreed to meet, she immediately kissed you, even before saying hello.

Now she understood why her parents were always on each other. It was just so addictive to kiss you… She could do it for hours and never get bored.

“Where are we going?” she asked after pulling away from your lips

“Follow me” you replied with a wink, taking her hand

You walked for a few minutes before arriving in Jericho’s old cemetery. You stopped in the middle, where two shovels and torches were waiting for you, along with a backpack containing some snacks.

“Tadam!”

You were quite proud of yourself, and it showed.

“Is that… for grave digging?”

“Yes! Do you like the idea?”

“Very much so. Do you plan on dig with me?” she asked, and you could swear there was concern in her voice

“Well yes, why?”

She took your hands in hers and looked straight into your eyes.

“You’re still hurt, you could re-open your wounds. It’s not a good idea, tesoro”

Her tone was softer than it usually was; she was really worried about your health. That made you smile, how much she cared about you.

“Wends, I’m fine. I promise” you punctuated your words with a kiss on her lips and gave her hands a little squeeze “Come on now, let’s get started”

You let go of her hands and go grab the shovels on the ground, holding one out for her. She took it with a little sigh.

“You better not hurt yourself.”

You rolled your eyes with a smile.

“I won’t”

After digging for a while, the raven was the one who ended up hurting herself. She cut her hand on a broken coffin. You dropped your shovel and checked the wound.

“It looks bad” you mumbled as you got out of the hole you dug to grab water and clean the cut

You were quick to get back to her and pour water on her hand. You were taking a closer look at the wound, holding her hand in yours, when the cut started to close by itself, only leaving a faint mark and some blood on her palm.

Wednesday’s eyes widened slightly in shock. But she was smart, she was quick to understand what happened -or more exactly who made that happen.

“It’s the plants, isn’t it?”

You nodded.

“I wasn’t sure of what happened at first, still not am, but you’re probably right. Though the plants aren’t supposed to have that kind of effect…” you said the last bit more quietly, more for yourself than for her to hear

“Surely. Healing powers aren’t part of their characteristics.” Wednesday added

“It’s not exactly that; I don’t heal”

The raven raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to elaborate.

You looked back at her hand and the remaining blood on her skin started to move and ended up forming a little spider.

“You can manipulate blood?”

“Looks like it”

<><><><> ♡ <><><><>

During the next weeks, you tried to tell your parents about your ‘ability’. It wasn’t easy, but you knew you had to. And surprisingly, they didn’t seem too shocked. You knew you were adopted, but you never had considered the possibility of your biological parents being outcasts.

No one knew who your real parents are, but considering your newfound ‘powers’, there was a high chance for them to be outcasts.

Thanks to Wednesday, Nevermore’s principal accepted to let you in even if it was the middle of a semester. You didn’t know how the raven managed to convince her, but you were glad she was able to.

Your first days at your new school were exactly how you imagined. Everything was so much more interesting than what was taught in Jericho High. Wednesday couldn’t take her eyes off you. You looked so excited, thrilled to be here… The way your eyes were shining all the time made her lips curl slightly up.

“Careful Addams, you’re drooling” Bianca had teased her, resulting in a glare from the raven

The fact that you now lived at Nevermore made your nights together way easier too. No more climbing the wall of their balcony, just walking in the hallways. You could also spend more intimate time together without bothering Enid all the time as you didn’t have a roommate.

Intimate meaning long reading sessions, experimenting sessions, or make out sessions sometimes. Wednesday even spent some nights in your dorm.

Tonight was one of these nights.

She had taken Goody’s spell book with her, and you were studying it together.

“Wait, I think two pages are stuck together” you said, separating the pages

“I never noticed.” the raven admitted

On the pages, there was a sort of ritual -you weren’t sure- that would grant the person who does it an answer to the question they desperately want an answer to.

Without needed to hear it, Wednesday knew what you were thinking about; it could help you figure out who your biological parents are.

“What about we try?” she suggested, having herself a question she wanted an answer to

“Do you think it would work?”

“Goody was a witch of great power. Her book is reliable. You can trust me.” she reassured you

And so you tried. You did everything written on the page.

But nothing happened.

“Perhaps the effect will come later.”

“It’s okay Wends, it just didn’t work”

You wanted to sound calm and collected, but she knew you were disappointed.

“I’m sorry, cara mia…”

“Don’t apologize, it’s okay” you gave her a little smile “Let’s just sleep, okay?”

Wednesday watched as you got up from the floor and walked to your bed. She felt a bit guilty for giving you hope, just for it not to work out. But she couldn’t do anything about it, could she?

She soon joined you in bed, taking you in her arms and kissing your forehead.

“I promise we will find a way” she said quietly

You nodded slightly, finding comfort in her embrace, slowly falling asleep.

When you opened your eyes, Wednesday was nowhere to be found. You were surprised: it wasn’t her type to leave in the middle of the night. You sat up on the bed and took a look around.

The decoration of your room had changed -or more exactly disappeared.

That was really weird now.

You looked at the time on your watch. 9:17am.

“Shit”

You were so late to class! Maybe that’s why Wednesday was gone, she didn’t want to wake you up after your disappointment of the night before.

You were about to open your closet to put your uniform on, when you noticed you forgot to take it of before going to sleep -which wasn’t a bad thing actually.

You ran to class and opened the door a tad bit violently.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t wake up, I-”

You stopped. You didn’t know anyone in this class. You were sure to have this class though. Something was definitely wrong. And Wednesday wasn’t with you. Usually she was the one who calmed you when you were panicking, and without her you didn’t know what you would do.

It must’ve been obvious that you were not okay, because one of the people in the room came to you and led you out of the classroom.

“Hey, hey, look at me” she told you “Look at me. Breath in. And breathe out. It’s okay, you’re okay”

She was trying to reassure you as best as she could.

“Here, take this” she took off one of her bracelets and passed it around your wrist “It’s amethyst, it helps with anxiety”

You nodded and tried your best to calm down. You didn’t know if the bracelet was really working or if it was just a placebo, but it made you feel better.

“Thank you” you finally said

“No problem!” the girl replied

You took a moment to look at her. She was really pretty, her eyes were the same color as yours, but they suited her better.

“I’m Hannah, by the way! Hannah Moore” she gave you a bright smile, extending a hand for you to shake

“I’m Y/n L/n”

You shook her hand gently.

“… Do you want to talk about it? Why you were nervous?”

“Oh um… It’s a bit weird… I- last night I tried a kind of ritual with… with my girlfriend. And nothing happened, and now… I can’t find her, and I don’t recognize anyone…”

“What kind of ritual was it?”

“It was supposed to give us an answer to a question we desperately want an answer to” you quoted the book

“And… What question did you want an answer to?” she asked gently “ You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to!” she added quickly

“I um…” you hesitated to tell her; she didn’t seem to be a bad person, maybe you could risk it “I’m adopted… I’d like to know who my parents are”

“Oh… I’m sorry, I hope you get your answer…”

She took your hands and gave them a little squeeze as she spoke.

“It’s okay” you smiled “Can I borrow your phone? So I can call my girlfriend”

“Oh, sure! Here”

She handed an old Nokia. You took it, a bit surprised.

“Is something wrong?” she asked, worried

“No no, I just wasn’t expecting that kind of phone” you chuckled “I don’t know a lot of people who still use that; everyone has a smartphone now”

Hannah frowned, confused.

“A what? That’s like the newest phone you can find”

Now it was your turn to be confused. How could that be the newest phone? That was a phone only people in the 90’s and early 2000’s used.

“That’s… weird. The last time I saw that kind of phone it was when my… my parents found a box with their old things from the 90’s”

“’Old stuff’? How can it be old stuff?”

“Well the 90’s were like 30 years ago! If that’s not old stuff…”

The girl’s eyes widened at your words; it was not confusion on her face anymore, just shock. She grabbed your hand and led you away from the hallways, in her dorm. She locked the door, behind you.

“Why did you-”

“I think I know why you can’t find your girlfriend, or recognize anyone” she took a deep breath “I think… I think the ritual transported you here so you could meet your parents”

“What? But-”

“It’s not the Nevermore you know”

She handed you a newspaper, pointing at the date. 1993. You looked at her, then at the date again. The ritual sent you back in time? But how were you supposed to find your parents? There were so many people attending Nevermore!

As if she had heard your thoughts, Hannah spoke again.

“I know there’s a lot of students here… Maybe I can help you find them”

She then started mumbling and pacing around her room, looking at books on her shelves.

“If I can find a spell… maybe I could…”

She grabbed a book and opened it, looking through the pages.

“That should work” she put the book on her desk “Do you have something that belonged to your parents?”

You took a minute to think, before taking your necklace out of your shirt.

“I have this”

“Perfect! Give it to me so I can cast the spell”

You nodded and took it off. You were about to give it to her when someone knocked on the door. Hannah sighed and opened it.

“What are you doing? Everyone is worried”

Behind the door, a girl with black hair and dark eyes. She reminded you of Wednesday.

“Yes, sorry! I um… We have a little something to take care of right now… Can you tell everyone she’s sick and I take care of her?”

“We?” the girl looked behind Hannah “Oh. You’re the girl from earlier?”

You nodded and got closer to the door.

“Hi”

You smiled at the girl while she looked you up and down, trying to figure out if she saw you before. Her eyes stopped on your hands.

“That’s a beautiful ring you have here”

You looked down to your own hands. Wednesday had given you a spider ring that you wore all the time.

The girl took your hand in her to get a closer look at it, but almost as soon as she touched you, she threw her head back, eyes wide. You saw that before, when your girlfriend had visions, but you didn’t expect it to happen right now.

It lasted a second only.

“Are you okay, Morticia?” Hannah asked

You gave her a surprised look. ‘Morticia’? As in Wednesday’s mother?

She took a second to answer, a bit confused.

“Yes. I had a vision, that’s all”

“About…?”

Morticia shook her head.

“Nothing important”

She still gave you a confused look.

“I should go back, sorry to have disturbed… whatever it is you’re up to”

With that she walked away, leaving you with Hannah.

“That was… weird. It’s not the first time I see her have a vision, but this time it was… different” she mumbled “Anyways, back to finding your parents”

She smiled and held out her hand and you gave her your necklace. When she looked at it, her eyes widened. She stayed silent for a second, visibly shocked, before speaking.

“I… I don’t think the spell will be necessary…”

“What? Why?” you asked, confused

She looked back at you, and took a necklace out of her shirt. It was the exact same as yours.

“I made it myself with a spell… It’s unique, and a protection charm that can only be wore by someone from my bloodline…”

The implication took a second to travel to your brain. If what she said was true…

“… You’re my mom…?”

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[hisaame]

OK kinda a specific request but like- could you do a Scara x fem!reader or gn!reader where he’s like overworking himself due to his studies(probably bc of his mommy issues sjsjks) and reader is like comforting and convincing him to go to sleep w her/them since it was late? Modern au ofc. And basically Scaramouche is being all stingy about it like “no I’m fine” and stuff but eventually goes to bed because of readers sweet words haha

Of m y god this ones adorablw i love soft scara THANK UU!!

╰⪼ “fine, for you." ♡

╰ — scaramoucheˊˊ」

╎『modern au!ˎˎ

[fluff] — 『warnings: workaholic scara, soft scara again (i swear these arent real warnings), cursing, scara mommy issues, readers pronouns arent used, but feminine body type』

It has already been a long week for you and Scaramouche, school was a pain in the ass, as well was studying. You would usually be studying at the schools library with friends, or mainly with your boyfriend, Scaramouche. But even with you being done with everything, he continued studying, alone.

It was late at night, around one in the morning, you had just finished some chores since you didn't have much to do, and you weren't tired then. But now you were, all the chores you did worn you out. You thought your lover jad already gone to sleep or is possibly waiting for you, but once you entered your twos' bedroom with a tired yawn, you saw Scaramouche still at the desk, focused.

'he's still studying?..' you thought to yourself, slowly walking over to your lover who seemed too focused to even notice your there. But with a gentle pat on his shoulder, he flinched slightly, then turned to look at you with tired eyes. "[yn]? Why aren't you in bed?" he asked, rubbing his eyes as his other hand still held a pen between his slender fingers.

"Shouldn't i be asking you the same thing?" you replied with a raised eyebrow, looking at Scaramouches own eyes that seemed to already have eyebags under them, his eyelids drooping as he forced himself to stay awake. "shit," he mumbled "you go, ill join you later. I have to finish this shit." with a groan, he turned back to studying, his eyes trying to soak in every word he reads from the book, and writing the more important things down.

You sighed, a bit frustrated now. "Scaramouche, please, finish it tomorrow, you look like you're barely awake." you pat his head, running your fingers through his dark indigo locks. You just loved him too much to let him overwork himself like this, he needs to be getting enough sleep. "Cant you fucking see i cant? This is important, alright? Do you think i wanna fucking do this either?" he groaned, frustrated with how long he's studied, and barely able to focus with his sleepiness. But seeing how he was a bit too mean to you, he mumbled "... Shit, im sorry. Love, please just go to bed, im fine."

he rubbed his eyes yet again as you replied "not without you. If im going to sleep right now, ill make sure you're right beside me.", you crossed your arms below your chest, glaring at your boyfriend. Why must you be so persistent? He cant even get his studies done with you like this. "I told you im fine, plus ill be in bed soon anyway." he put his hand on your hip, still reading over the words he's trying to memorize. His hand caressed your hip, then went around your thighs to pull you close. "There will be no later, come on." you groaned, too worried about your overworked lover.

"mmh, so soft..." the male mumbled, pressing his head against your stomach, to where he could reach since he was sitting down and you were standing up. He used your stomach as a head rest while reading. His hand still caressed your plush thighs. "Yeah? U can hug me all you want when we're in bed." you smirked, seeing how this was actually working. He narrowed his eyes, very tempted. After all, he could just finish this tomorrow, right? No big deal? Tomorrow he promises himself to study with you.

"fucking fine... Lets go. You better keep your word." he finally gave up, standing up lazily as the both of you walked to bed. He quite literally threw himself on the bed while you followed by doing it the.. safer way. He groaned as soon as he stretched his back, cramped from being in the same position. Now he gets his reward. You.

He lazily wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling his face into your neck, all while you held him in your arms. You did scold him a little for overworking himself, to which he only giggled and said "oops".

And he fell asleep almost immediately...

♡

[cutielights]

Hello!! I've seen some of your work and I just wanna say its really really sweet! I think the hcs you make for this are super cute, You do such a great job :D So, if it isn't too much trouble is it alright if you can make how each of the rise boys would reacted to an autistic!S/O that stims when they see them? it can be g/n pronouns :) Have a great day/night! :D -🌸💌

*grabs you by the throat but affectionately* YOU. I’VE JUST SEEN THIS. JUST NOW. YES. OFC. MY FAVOURITE REQUEST. IM WRITING THIS IMMEDIATELY.

(My tablet has been auto correcting at random times even though I’m writing the correct word so sorry if there’s a mistake I didn’t catch. This took so long I’m so sorry)

Raph and Donnie’s segments are shorter than usual

Tw: none

Rise! Boys x Autistic S/O (stim addition)

Leo

I mean they’re all related to Donnie so he doesn’t mind like… at all

He’s actually really happy you don’t feel the need to mask stimming around him

If you even mask in the first place that is

Unless you stim like verbally, (whistling, random sentences. I had one for a while that was asking if you wanted a bucket.)

he’ll just continue talking to you as if it’s normal because it is

he does think it’s cute how you show it

probably brags about having a healthy relationship

If you DO stim verbally however

I can imagine he’d probably be confused at first, yes, but after a while just accepts it

sometimes mimicking you

Raph

Sometimes worried you’re gonna hurt yourself (biting stims, head banging)

He realised it’s a happy thing

calmed down a bit after that

Realising it’s kinda like Donnie

likes comparing the two of you in his head

but never out loud

Loves that you feel happy and safe around him

Donnie

Just let’s you do your thing

Honestly flattered

Would never admit it

Don’t think he realises what the feeling actually is

Tempted to join you

That goes either way depending on how close you are

Autism 🤝 Autism

Mikey

Have you SEEN this boy?

He is stimming with you

Autism 🤝 ADHD

solidarity

Greetings over the course of your entire relationship have slowly evolved into stim sesh’s

“OH MI GOSH HI!”

*happy stimming*

This happened in the middle of the street once

Leo had to move you guys out of the middle of the busy street

“Guys not in the street, no, No.”

[supernovafics]

𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐒𝐓

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 6.3k words

summary: in which the summer of ‘84 was both the best and worst time of your life

warnings: explicit language, underaged drinking, angst, fluff, implied smut, cheating

author’s note: second part to cardigan (but could be read out of order). i fully did not expect this to end up this long but hope y’all enjoy<33 (full “folklore” album series masterlist here!)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“but i can see us lost in the memory. august slipped away into a moment in time.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

July 19, 1984

Ten. 

That was how many days in a row you and Steve had seen each other. 

From the first time you two talked to one another outside of Ralph’s Sandwich Shop, his first ever words to you being, “Potato chips on a sandwich? That’s kinda weird,” and the conversation that proceeded from that somehow led you to watching a movie in the theater room at his house that same night. To now this— him spending the majority of his afternoon with you at the library, where you had been working for the past year and a half. 

You wondered how long the two of you would keep the streak alive. 

If it was anyone else you probably would have gotten sick of seeing them that many days in a row, but with Steve you weren’t. In fact, you looked forward to whenever you got to see him again. And maybe that feeling, the anticipation toward seeing this guy who you probably shouldn’t even be seeing this often anyway, should’ve worried you. 

Whenever you thought about how easily the two of you were able to go from absolutely nothing to this— an unlikely friendship that somehow felt like you’d known each other so much longer than barely two weeks— it startled you. 

Before, you had simply known of him; of course, you had, he was practically royalty at your high school. “King Steve,” a charmer, a perpetual flirter, somehow dating straight-A student Nancy Wheeler. It was the combination of those things that told you during that first conversation you had with him that you should stay away from him, but for some reason, you still said yes. 

Maybe it was because the home theater he had been bragging about sounded way too tempting not to take up the offer. Or maybe it was because you liked being an idiot sometimes. 

If it was the latter that was true then you still were an idiot because there you were ten days later still hanging out with him and not regretting it one bit. 

“I need to bring you better games here,” Steve said. He was standing across from you on the other side of the counter. 

“What’s wrong with Uno? Is it because you keep losing?” You jokingly asked, a small smile on your face as you started shuffling the deck. “Also, I’m technically working right now, so I shouldn’t even be playing any games with you.”

“There’s no one here except you and me,” He said and then gestured to the quietness that surrounded you both. “Actually, I think the only other person that’s been in here all day was that old lady who just wanted directions to the park.”

You loved your job at the library and you really didn’t mind how it was rarely busy, especially during the summer, because it meant that you could spend most of your shifts reading instead of helping someone find what they needed or reshelving books. Now the majority of your non-busy moments during your shift were spent with Steve. 

“What are you doing tonight?” He asked as you began dealing the cards, because what else was there to do but play another round of Uno? 

“My guess is hanging out with you,” You answered. “What’s happening?” 

“Party,” He stated simply, and you realized that probably should’ve been your first guess. “Need us to be beer pong partners again.” 

It had been last week, two days after you and Steve unspokenly decided that hanging out with one another would become a common occurrence, when he dragged you to a party; some too big thing at Matthew Lancaster’s lake house. 

A beer pong table was set up, which was not all surprising for a high school party, and you suggested that you and Steve play and be on a team with one another. You were insanely good, practically making every shot, and Steve wasn’t too bad at playing either, which made your team pretty unstoppable. It was a random hidden talent of yours that you would only show off every once in a blue moon because you deliberately didn’t frequent parties. 

“I’ve retired for the time being,” You told him. “I can’t show off my beer pong skills too often or it won’t be a cool talent anymore.”

He laughed a bit at that but still nodded. “Okay, what do you wanna do tonight instead?” 

“Don’t let me stop you from going to the party.”

Steve shrugged and shook his head. “Probably wouldn’t be fun without you, anyway.”

His words confused you as much as they made you feel so happy. And you quickly pushed that “happy” feeling away because you knew just how fast it could lead to feeling other things; things that would make you look like the worst person in the world.

Once again, you wondered why you were doing this. Why were you allowing yourself to get close to him when you’d probably just look like an idiot in the end? And why had he wanted to talk to you in the first place? Those fleeting questions would hit you a lot over the past few days, but you’d quickly push them away because you didn’t want to think too hard about everything. However, this time you couldn’t force them away. 

“Why?” You asked, breaking eye contact with him for the first time probably that entire afternoon. “Why… are we friends right now?”

If he was surprised or confused by the randomness of your question, he didn’t show it. 

“I don’t know. I wanted to talk to you that day, so I did it,” He made the answer sound so simple. “I didn’t really expect it to turn into this friendship, but it’s nice finally having something that actually feels so easy.”

What about you and Nancy wasn’t easy? 

You wanted to ask that but refrained from doing so. He probably didn’t mean her when he said that. You knew that the only reason why he was with you instead of her, and had been for the past ten days, was because she was out of town for the summer. That thought hurt a bit, knowing that you were essentially some sort of “consolation prize,” but it kept you from looking too much into things. You took everything Steve said that could be read as flirtatious with a grain of salt and forced yourself to see it as solely platonic. 

And you’d rather it all be completely platonic anyway because you really liked the friendship you’d developed with him. 

“You’re right. This does feel easy,” You ultimately responded, smiling at him because now that the unspoken lines were finally verbally drawn— the two of you were friends; nothing more, nothing less— you felt the tiniest bit better about it all. “But, I’m glad it does. I’m happy we’re friends.”

Steve smiled back at you. “Me too.” 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“you back beneath the sun. wishin’ i could write my name on it.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

July 28, 1984

The only reason why you allowed Steve to bring you to this party was because you were a sucker for a bonfire. 

And the only reason why you were currently drunk off your ass was because you couldn’t say no to a game of hide and seek, especially a drinking version of the childish game, which Steve had suggested and you quickly agreed to. 

There was something about this game that made you realize that maybe your entire friendship was a game; a game of who would break first. But, that was something to think about at a different time. Or actually not at all, because thinking further about that would probably only complicate things. 

It was easy to pretend that there was nothing more to you and him when you both were sober. It was also so much easier to lie to yourself that you didn’t feel anything romantic toward him and that you didn’t see that maybe he actually felt the same way too.

There was a constant back and forth happening in your mind, with you continuously telling yourself that being friends with Steve wasn’t a bad idea, even though maybe it was because it was slowly making you want something more. Sometimes it felt as if it made sense to like him; it felt obvious. The way you could talk to each other about anything and everything mixed with how constantly you two wanted to spend time together made you fall in so deep so fast. 

But, you couldn’t accept or think about any of that, and the reasons why were painfully obvious. 

However, with the alcohol currently clouding your brain, that felt like a slightly different story. 

“Sitting behind a tree? Not your best hiding spot.”

Hearing Steve’s voice right then should’ve made you feel at least the tiniest bit upset because it meant that you lost that round of hide and seek, but you drunkenly smiled up at him. 

“I wanted to be original and we’ve been playing for so long I feel like we’ve done everything else at this point. But, that was at least two minutes, though, right?”

“It was actually barely thirty seconds.”

“Oh, wow,” You said with a laugh as you extended a hand up toward him so that he could help you up. You wobbled a bit before getting your balance and then you grabbed the red solo cup in Steve’s free hand to drink the rest of what was left in it as your punishment for losing; the exact contents of the drink were unknown, but it tasted fruity. 

When you were done, you handed the cup back to him and then leaned back against the tree because it somehow felt nice and you weren’t bothered by the roughness of it touching the parts of your skin that the tank top you were wearing didn’t cover.

There were a ton of people at the infamous “Lover’s Lake” because of the party, but nobody had been paying attention to you and Steve running around like five-year-olds playing hide and seek and getting severely drunk in the process.  

The lopsided grin taking over Steve’s features let you know that he was just as inebriated as you were, maybe even more so because he’d been drinking a bit before you two started the game. 

“Maybe we should be done with hide and seek now.”

You gave him a nod. “That sounds like a good idea.” 

Things became quiet for a few moments with the two of you solely staring at each other in the darkness and ignoring the loud rowdiness of everyone else who was only a few feet away. Steve closed a bit of the distance between you both and leaned in close to you; his gaze flickered down to your lips for a hint of a second before going right back to your eyes.  

If this was any other moment, your mind would be running a million miles a minute, screaming at you to not allow the inevitable to happen. But, somehow, you were actually calm. 

“We can’t do that, friend,” You told him, making your voice sound as serious as possible, but you couldn’t help but smile a bit. 

“I know,” He responded but still shut the final space of distance between you both, bypassing your lips and kissing your cheek instead. “That’s okay, though, right?”

The reasonable side of you was obviously telling you to say “no,” but it was hard to make yourself care enough to listen to it. “I’ll allow it.”

The three words came out so quietly, but Steve heard you. He kissed your other cheek and then your forehead and then your nose before pulling away and smiling at you. 

Before he could say anything, you did the same to him; kissing both of his cheeks, his forehead, and his nose, and then pulling back to lean against the tree again. That time it was your eyes that glanced down at his lips before going back to his eyes. 

You were so close to doing it, and he almost begged you to, but then you were pushing off of the tree and asking him to turn around. 

“Piggyback ride to the car, please?”

“We can’t drive right now,” He said as he leaned down a bit so you could hop onto his back. 

You nodded even though he couldn’t see you. “I know, but I will die if I don’t sit down.”

The walk to your car should’ve taken less than a minute, but instead, it nearly took five because, of course, the two of you got a little lost and it took way too long to realize that the first car you had walked past was yours. 

“God, we’re acting like such idiots right now,” You said, laughing as Steve let you down so you could get into the car. 

He laughed too as he got in on the passenger side. “Yeah, definitely not our finest moment.”   

You sighed in contentment when you leaned back against the seat, immediately finding comfort in it, which definitely said a lot about how drunk and exhausted you were because you never usually found your car as super comfortable. 

You turned on your side to face Steve, and as if feeling your gaze on him, he turned to look at you as well. You silently admired each other. Sometimes it felt as if a thousand things were being said in the silences you two shared with one another, things that would probably always be left unsaid. 

“I really like you,” He whispered suddenly and you realized that maybe not everything silently said would be left unspoken. 

You let out a small breath before closing your eyes because it felt too hard to look at him right then. “I really like you too.”

“Please let me kiss you.”

It was difficult to describe exactly what his words managed to do to you, and you tried your hardest to disregard those feelings. 

“We can’t.” You shook your head, eyes still shut. “It’ll ruin everything.”

“What if that’s okay?” He said, voice still quiet. 

It could’ve been easy.

To finally do what you both had desperately wanted to do for weeks at this point, but had refused to admit. And doing it at this moment instead of any other time because, with the drunken states you both were in, none of this would be remembered. Which would also mean that it didn’t really happen, right? 

Your eyes finally opened and you looked at him. “Neither of us is gonna remember this conversation in the morning.”

“You’re probably right.”

“And if you did, you’d regret saying any of this,” You said, and your words were met with silence from him. You couldn’t tell if that meant that they were the truth, or instead, quite far from it. 

Even in your inebriated state, you were too scared to push him further and get an answer because you were unsure which response would be worse; “Yes, I’d regret it,” or “No, I wouldn’t regret it at all.”

Before he could potentially say a version of either of those responses, you began speaking again. “I’m really tired.” 

You then pulled your eyes away from him and looked straight ahead at the people that were still partying around the fire. A part of you wanted to join them, but the other part of you just wanted to fall asleep. 

“Me too,” Steve said and with how long he had been quiet, you were actually surprised to hear his voice right then.

Both of you fell asleep just like that for the time being, putting an end to a conversation that would not be talked about in the morning because just as you’d both assumed, it seemed as if it had been long forgotten.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“salt air, and the rust on your door. i never needed anything more. whispers of ‘are you sure?’ ‘never have i ever before.’”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

July 31, 1984

The sun had long ago set behind the trees, but you and Steve still had no plans to leave his pool anytime soon. 

You swam close to him, your hands finding his shoulders and then pushing down to dunk him under the water. A laugh fell from your lips as you immediately started swimming away, but Steve’s hand quickly found your waist and pulled you back toward him.

“What was that for?” He asked, one arm still wrapped around you, causing your back to be firmly pressed against his chest, while his other hand pushed back his wet hair. 

“For pushing me in the pool earlier,” You answered, only trying for a moment to wriggle out of his grasp but failing miserably so you stopped. 

“That was hours ago.”

“Revenge is best when you don’t see it coming,” You said, smiling widely. 

He laughed against your ear. “You’re evil.” 

You attempted to pull away again but he was still holding on to you, so instead you maneuvered so you were simply facing him instead. 

You were smiling up at him, and you assumed he’d match it with a smile of his own, but he didn’t. Instead, there was a certain look on his face that you couldn’t necessarily decipher. You almost asked him what was wrong, but he started speaking before you got the chance to.

“I remember the conversation we had in your car at the bonfire.”  

You could feel your heart start to race a bit, not expecting things to take that turn. “Oh… You do?”

He nodded his head. “Do you?”

“I remember the whole thing,” You told him, and that was entirely true. You’d spent the past few days constantly thinking about that moment and running through every single thing that was said. You had also tried your hardest to push the memory away because it seemed as if Steve didn’t remember it. 

“I don’t regret anything I said,” He told you and then a hand came up to cup your cheek. “I still really wanna kiss you.”

You were quiet for a moment, letting Steve’s words settle over you, before responding to him in a small voice. “Are you sure?”

Instead of verbally responding, he gave you the smallest of nods and closed the tiny bit of space between you both, dipping his head down and slotting his lips against yours. 

All you could think at that moment was finally.  

Finally, you were this close to one another.

Finally, you were kissing.

Finally, you were doing what you had wanted to do for so long.

The thing that both of you told each other and even convinced yourselves wasn’t going to happen, finally happened. And in a way, it sucked because neither of you felt bad about it, at least not bad enough to stop. 

Your legs wrapped around his waist beneath the water and your arms came up to wrap around his neck, one hand finding its way into the hair at the nape of his neck.

You weren’t in the deepest part of the pool anymore so Steve was able to stand, but both of you were still almost completely submerged in the water. He walked you both over to one of the sides of the pool, pressing you back against it and deepening the kiss. 

Nothing was said, and nothing needed to be said. In fact, you thought that if either of you said something, it would ruin the perfection that was that moment and harshly shove you both back to reality. A reality that told you that this was the farthest thing that should have been happening. 

For the time being, with Steve against you and his lips finding that particularly sensitive part of your neck, you were happy living in this fantasy world. It was a dream that you didn’t want to wake up from, and you convinced yourself that it wouldn’t hurt too bad when you did finally have to wake up from it. 

“We should…” You took a breath, biting back the moan that threatened to spill from your lips as Steve continued the assault on your neck. Your next word should’ve been “stop,” but stopping this was the absolute last thing you wanted to do. “We should go to your room.” 

He finally, and sadly, pulled away from your neck and pressed a quick kiss against your lips. “That sounds like a great idea.”

You detached yourselves from one another just enough to step out of the pool and into his house, wet bodies leaving drops of water across the floor that weren’t the slightest bit cared about. 

You couldn’t keep your hands off of each other.

After getting as close as you just had been, it was hard to go back to how it used to be; the friendliness and innocence that had surrounded the brief touches you two would usually share. Instead, your hand was intertwined with his as he led you up the stairs, and then his arms circled around you when you entered his room, cocooning you in the towel he’d grabbed from behind his door. 

It was you that kissed him that second time. 

You reached up to push his wet hair back and then leaned in, inwardly sighing in contentment. Both of his hands found your waist, causing the towel to fall and it was immediately long forgotten. 

When you pulled away you took the smallest step back and simply looked at him, his pretty face and soft brown eyes that were full of nothing but adoration for you. You tried your hardest to find something within you that resembled regret or made you want to stop this, but you couldn’t. And you knew exactly what that said about you, but it was also difficult to force yourself to care about that either. 

Steve eagerly brought you close to him again, which made you smile into the kiss he pulled you into. He slowly started leading you back toward his bed.

“Wait,” You said, detaching your lips from his and softly pushing him back a bit. “It would be really rude of me to lay on your bed with my bathing suit on.”

He slowly nodded and swallowed harshly as you removed your top first, letting that fall to the floor, and then going to your bottoms. “That’s very considerate of you.” 

You only smiled at him and his sudden nervousness, which managed to wash away any and all of your own shyness at that moment. 

His eyes met yours. “You’re so fucking pretty.” 

“You’re not too bad yourself,” You whispered, reaching out to grab his hands and pull him close to you again. You were about to kiss him again, but it was then that you noticed the time on the clock that was hanging on the wall behind him. “Shit, shit.”

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion and a look of concern crossed his face. “What’s wrong?”

“The time,” You answered and then sighed as you started grabbing your bathing suit. “It’s 12:40, and if I’m not home by one, my mom will kill me and then you.” 

“Your mom loves me too much to kill me,” Steve responded, grabbing a t-shirt for you to slip on too. 

“Yeah, kinda weird how after only one meeting where you two barely even talked, she somehow likes you more than me now,” You said as you put on his shirt which kind of swallowed you whole but you loved it and already knew that you would never be giving it back to him.  

You looked up at him and your next words came out quietly. “I’m sorry I have to ruin this right now.” 

Steve shook his head at you. “It’s okay. Don’t be sorry.” Both of his hands found your hips again, squeezing softly. “We’ll pick up where we left off next time.” 

You couldn’t help but smile at that. “Next time?” 

“Mhm, next time,” He said, smiling back at you and nodding. “If you want there to be one?”

“I’d like that,”  You responded and pressed a quick kiss against his lips. 

Even as you headed back downstairs and Steve walked you to your car, kissing you for a few more minutes before you reluctantly drove away, your stomach had yet to fill with even a hint of regret or guilt. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“wanting was enough. for me, it was enough. to live for the hope of it all.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

August 12, 1984

The constant sound of something softly pinging against your window pulled your attention away from the book you were reading in your bed. 

There was only one person that could've been throwing something at your window, but still, you were the tiniest bit surprised when you opened your curtains and saw Steve standing on your front lawn. 

Even though seeing him was such a natural thing at this point, it made sense that you were at least a little surprised because no part of you felt secure with this “thing” you had going on with him, which was more than just a friendship but so much less than any type of actual relationship. You lived in the perpetual state that it would all abruptly end. And maybe that thought process came from you knowing that eventually, this would all have to come to an end; there weren’t that many days of summer left. 

But then there was that tiny slither of hope that maybe it all wouldn’t have to end. You kept that thought buried deep down inside of you, though. 

You lifted your window. “Throwing rocks at my window? That’s very rom-com of you.”

“Sometimes I like to be cheesy,” Steve said, smiling at you. 

It was a sweet, adoring smile that you shouldn’t have been on the receiving end of; it was a smile that didn’t belong to you. It was so easy to see that, but it was nearly impossible to actually do something about it and let him go.

“Can I come up?” He asked. “I promise I’ll be quiet and your mom won’t hear me.” 

“She’s gone for the weekend, actually,” You told him, smiling a bit. “I’ll be down in a second.”

When you opened the front door, he was quick to greet you with a kiss before pulling you in for a hug. 

After that first kiss in his pool, there was an almost immediate shift that happened. An easy shift where you’d gone from constantly telling yourselves that everything was solely platonic to finally allowing yourselves to do every little thing that deep down you both had always wanted to do. With him now always greeting you with soft kisses, and you secretly spending so many nights in his bed because his parents were never home and most of the time it was easy to make up some sort of excuse to your mom. 

Something else shifted too, though. It was a shift that neither of you spoke about because you never really wanted to acknowledge what exactly your friendship had transformed into and what it really meant. Not talking about any of it was a decision that you were unsure if it was completely yours or his because it was all so unspoken. 

When you thought about it hard enough though, you could see that the decision was mutual, because on both sides it was easier to pretend that none of the outside things existed. In that fairytale, he didn’t have a girlfriend, he didn’t belong to anyone else. You were his and he was solely yours. 

“Tell me about this thing that your parents forced you to go to tonight,” You said as Steve kicked off his shoes by the front door and the two of you started heading up the stairs. One of his hands was intertwined with yours and there was barely an inch of space between you both. It had become really hard not to be close to one another.

“It was this big event for my dad’s job, and they always drag me to stuff like that as a way to prove to his coworkers that they’re ‘good parents.’ It was very boring,” Steve responded with a small sigh and then gave your hand a light squeeze. “It would’ve been much less painful if you came.”

He sat down on the foot of your bed when the two of you walked into your room, and the oversized t-shirt you had on as your pajamas rode up a lot as you settled yourself in his lap, knees on either side of his thighs and hands resting on his shoulders. It was an un-innocent position that, for the time being, felt quite the opposite. 

“Going to something like that is something a girlfriend would do, not…” That was the first time you’d even minorly referred to Nancy, and it felt both weird and wrong. It woke you up for a second and made you falter a bit in your next words, breaking Steve’s gaze. “Not a… friend.” 

One of his hands found the side of your thigh, rubbing the skin softly and trying to pull you back into this moment with him. You could feel him reading you so easily and knowing where your mind was going, and he didn’t want you to go there, and neither did you. 

You didn’t want this– you and him, him and you– to break just yet.

“Um, anyway, you didn’t tell me that it would be so formal,” You said, gesturing with your head to the suit he was wearing. 

Your eyes met his again and you could see the relief wash over his face because you didn’t bring up the unspoken topic. Things shifted right back to normal. Well, the normal that you two created for yourselves. 

“I feel kinda ridiculous, and I hate this bow tie,” He responded, hand continuing to rub your thigh. “I should’ve probably changed before I came here but I just really wanted to see you.”

You let his words further push away any thoughts of Nancy that lingered in your mind, thoughts that finally told you that what you were doing with him was wrong.

“Stop. You look good,” You told him, your fingers playing with the bow tie for a brief moment. “Like, really good.” 

“Okay, now I’m really glad that I didn’t change, then.” He smiled before leaning in to kiss you. 

You only deepened the kiss in response and focused on nothing but the feeling of his mouth on yours and his hands beginning to snake underneath your shirt. 

He pulled back, maneuvering things so you were sitting at the foot of the bed and he was standing. The black suit jacket he had on was the first thing to fall on the floor. You slipped your t-shirt over your head and tossed it to the side before helping him unbutton the long sleeve white shirt he had on. 

His hands found your bare waist and squeezed softly. “I’m so fucking happy I’m here right now.”

“Me too,” You responded and then sighed in contentment, eyes slipping shut for a brief moment, when you felt his thumb graze over your already hard nipple. 

Sometimes, usually in moments like these, it felt as if it was your sole purpose to be with him; canceling your plans just in case he’d call or show up, and meeting solely at his place, or yours, or the library.

How deeply intertwined you felt with him let you know exactly how much it would hurt when this all came to its eventual end. But then you were hit with the thought that maybe you would deserve it because you put yourself in this situation. 

Steve’s hand came up to gently stroke your cheek and pull you out of your thoughts. “What are you thinking about?”

Your gaze met his as you shook your head. “Nothing important.”

But, maybe it was the most important thing. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“i remember thinkin' i had you.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

August 23, 1984

You expected to see him that night. 

So maybe him unexpectedly showing up to the library– which was now busy with a bunch of kids scrambling to do their summer reading assignments– was what should have told you that everything was about to go to shit. 

“Hey,” You said to him and placed the book in your hand in its rightful place on the shelf and then did the same thing with the other one you were holding. “I didn’t think I’d see you until tonight.” 

Steve was quiet for a few moments too long, which made you look at him, and your eyebrows furrowed in confusion when you saw the look on his face. It was hard to exactly decipher his expression because it looked as if he was experiencing a thousand different emotions at once. 

“What’s wrong?” You asked, voice quiet. 

“I got a call from Nancy,” He told you, and you nearly flinched at hearing him saying her name to you for the first time ever. “She said she’s coming back tonight.” 

“Oh…” Was the first thing that fell from your lips. It was the word that perfectly encompassed your initial shock at that moment. “That’s, um– That’s really, uh…” You almost said “great,” because if the circumstances were different and if things were actually normal between you two, it probably would’ve been great that his girlfriend was coming back after being gone for almost two months. But, things were far from normal and the circumstances weren’t different at all, so you were at a loss for words.  

Finally, after what felt like hours of silence, but what was really probably only seconds, you said something. “I really don’t know what to say to that, honestly.” 

“I’m sorry,” He said softly and pulled his eyes away from you. He looked down and ran a nervous hand through his hair. “I guess we, uh, both know what that means.” 

“Say it, Steve.” You muttered. You had to hear him say the words in order for it all to be real for you. You couldn’t take all of the unspoken, reading-between-the-lines bullshit. 

He was quiet for an unbearable amount of time before he finally spoke. “We can’t see each other anymore.” 

From the second he kissed you in his pool nearly a month ago, you knew that those words would ultimately come. Each happy day that passed with you tangled up in his bedsheets or cuddled up on his couch laughing about nothing was leading to this moment. 

It had all been so inevitable, but it still hurt harder than you had expected it to. You quickly decided to pretend as if it didn’t, though. 

You nodded at him. “Okay. Got it.” 

“I’m sorry. This shouldn’t– I didn’t–”

“Don’t,” You quickly shook your head, not at all wanting to hear whatever pitying thing he would say to you at that moment. “Please don’t.” 

You were suddenly glad that you were at work right then because you could distract yourself from thoughts of him and everything that had just ended with the current busyness of the library. You looked away from Steve and noticed a little girl struggling to grab a book that was high on a shelf.

“It’s really chaotic here right now, and I have to actually do work for the first time probably all summer, so yeah…” You forced a small smile and then walked away from him, ignoring the words he said to you that you barely heard and couldn’t make out. 

Over the next two final hours of your shift, you’d silently accepted that that brief conversation would be the last time you talked to Steve Harrington. Although there were a thousand more things that probably could’ve been said, it was okay. That ending was okay. Or at least in the long run, it would be. 

So it slightly startled you when you saw him in the parking lot, leaning against the side of his car. When he noticed you, he waved. 

“Have you been here this whole time?” You asked, walking toward him, but leaving a wide space of distance between you two. 

“Maybe, yeah.”

“Why?” 

“I don’t know…”

For the first time probably ever, he confused you. 

“I just— I wish things could be different,” He ultimately said, and hearing those words simultaneously made you feel happy while also making you feel so fucking upset. 

“Things can be different,” You told him as you stepped toward him, the tiniest glimmer of hope inadvertently beginning to swirl in your stomach. “We could be together.”

Your hands found his, slowly intertwining them. His gaze met yours and you let the silent conversation play out. Your eyes pleading with him to not let go of what you two had, and him looking at you so softly while also battling whatever else was going on in his mind. After a few moments, he gave your hands a quick squeeze before he let go of them. 

“I love Nancy.”

Not you. Those were the words he didn’t say, but you could read between those lines a little too easily. 

“I love you” was the one thing you hadn’t said to one another, but you thought that you could feel how much he loved you through each soft touch, every longing look, every plea for you to stay in his bed for just a minute longer; one minute that always turned into at least five. 

Apparently, you were wrong, though. 

And now you knew for certain that you were wrong about every single thing that happened that summer. 

Because you knew that you felt that way toward him. You loved him. 

But he didn’t love you. He didn’t want to be with you. 

He loved her. 

His girlfriend— the only girl he was supposed to love. 

You let the feeling of regret and guilt toward everything that happened this summer crash over you like a tsunami. 

“I should’ve never done this,” You said, whispering that more to yourself, than to him. 

“What?” He asked, unsure of what you’d just said.

“You love her.” You said as you moved away from him. “Go be with her.”

“I’m really sorry,” You heard him say as you walked toward your car. 

You didn’t say anything in response to that. Mainly because there was nothing to say, but also because you refused to talk to him any longer. And quite frankly, you never wanted to talk to him again. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“so much for summer love and saying ‘us.’ ‘cause you weren't mine to lose.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

let me know ur thoughts<333

(read “betty” here!)

[mrsnancywheeler]

i’m actually giggling and kicking my feet rn

Finnick and his sweet girl are at the beach together, just relaxing in the warm sands of District 4. we all know Finnick LOVES to plat readers hair, so of course, that is what he is doing. he is plating a strand of his sweet girls hair, one of the front pieces if that makes any sense. Reader is just fiddling with some shells as he finishes up that small little braid, but he had to add a finishing touch.

One of the sea shells he found for you.

it is one of the ones that’s kinda swirly and pointy if that makes sense (i’m so sorry it’s actually 1am rn). he somehow finds a way to make it fit perfectly at the end of the small braid without it falling off and it looks absolutely ethereal on her😭

all he can do is just stare at his sweet girl in awe and with a massive grin as he’s now found his favourite hairstyle on her.

every. single. morning. he would ask to do that hairstyle, because she just looked so perfect. it was bonus that he also got to sit real close to his sweet sweet girl and let his fingers work his magic in her hair. he’s so proud of himself every time <3

(i’m also convinced that platting/braiding her hair is the only thing Finnick doesn’t teach reader. he will happily teach her knots, but hairstyling? no. that’s his job. it’s his job so he can sit so close to her for a long time and do one of the many things he is good at. so he can stare at his gorgeous girl and appreciate her beauty to the fullest- thanking the stars that he was blessed with an angel who shines brighter than all of the stars combined in the universe <3)

goodnight yall im actually a bit too in love with him for my own good😭

stop this is adorable, I'm so obsessed, and so deeply in love with him 💕💕💕

finnick is someone who always needs his hands occupied and so being able to do plait his sweet girls hair just makes him so giddy. the first time he's able to, it's a guarantee he will never stop. he's got such precise, nimble fingers that it barely feels like he's there at all except how relaxing it is. when he's got that shell in, he's convinced she's actually some beautiful sea goddess he's been blessed with, she's so radiant to him.

he's peppering her face with kisses and would spend all day on the beach getting each strand of hair if allowed. which is so tempting with how sweet and eager he is. and yes literally every morning-

reader is getting all ready for the day and about to leave the bedroom and finnick's looking at her confused from the bed

"what's wrong finn?"

"can I do your hair, angel?" he's got those big puppy dog eyes and she lets him which instantly has him grinning. he gets to see every small detail of her as he goes and be so close, it's like heaven to him. so it just becomes a daily routine.

"you know, if you like it that much I don't mind learning, love, I'll be able to do it so you don't have to-"

"no," he's so quick and defensive about it because he just loves it so much. it feels so intimate and blissful to him. "I do it because I love too, sweet girl, I want to."

"so you're seriously not going to teach me?"

he's kissing her on the nose, "just need you to sit there and be my pretty girl, which you need no lessons on."

I'm so in love with finnick odair y'all, he's so sweet and warm and literally perfect 💋💋💋

[yandere-kokeshi]

hi! it's the nikolai anon again teehee

would you please write something about yandere!nikolai and a nice chubby f!reader please? all i can really think about is him obsessing over her and finally being able to get you in love with him- or anything kinda sweet and yandere filled would be lovely for this man. i'm lowkey obsessed with him

— Yandere Nikolai with a chubby darling

Warnings: yandere, fluff, and slight nsfw

A/N: hii!! I’m so glad to see you. I apologize for the late response. Btw, even though you asked for fem! reader, there’s no specific pronouns, so it’s gn.

The word, ‘obsession’, is an understatement. 

Nikolai doesn’t shy away from complimenting you, nor gawking at you at whatever chance he gets. He loves admiring your softer, rounded face, all the way down to your thick thighs and the cute pudge on your back. He can’t help himself but just marvel at your chubbier form. 

He’s not completely cut either, having a dad-bod with plush that’s equally firm, but yours is a complete opposite of him in every sense of the world. And he sees you as a treat – a dessert – he likes to add, as he whispers in your ear. 

It’s no surprise he’s incredibly handsy with you, especially since you’re his. Plus, you can’t just tempt him by looking like that and expect him to behave, now, can you? 

He always has his large, warmed yet calloused hands crawling underneath your shirt and just feeling you. Lightly pinching your rolls, or snuggling his face closer to your stomach when the two of you are cuddling, and squeezes your hips at any chance he has. 

And, if he sees you purposely ignoring him, Nikolai will slap you on the ass — watching the pump flesh jiggle upon impact, makes him smirk widely, because it’s his. 

He finds your stretch marks so pretty. Despite their color, age, or length, he views them as tiger marks, a ferocious darling in his eyes. He loves kissing them, tracing the indents with his fingers; loving all the tiny details of each curve and different texture the stretch-marks have created. 

It gets worse at night. Whenever you two are cuddling, he traces them completely. Smoothing the thick marks down with his large hands, despite their placements. He digs his nose into them, smiling at your soft, sleepy chuckles. And he ensures that you’re aware of how amazing you are, to yourself and to him. 

Being bold has many perks, which means Nikolai often buys you many risqué and revealing clothes; hoping you’ll wear them. If he could, he’d be on his hands and knees to see you walk around naked.

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[beebopboom]

Greasy Johnson: a Red Herring?

This is a season 3 speculation post - you know not what to do with them

ok so i’ve fallen down a Greasy Johnson is Jesus rabbit hole and I love it - seems pretty plausible (here are some of of the pieces that sent me down here - Jesus 2.0 rides a Motorcycle Scooter , Greasy Johnson is Jesus, and Greasy Johnson in the book)

To summarize Greasy Johnson is the third baby in the swap who grows up near Adam and has kind of a “rival gang” who in the book is used as the reason why Adam finds a fight between two rivals ridiculous

plus you have the working title for the talked about sequel 668: The Neighbor of the Beast which more than likely is Greasy Johnson house and his thing with tropical fish - just a lot of things pointing to him being Jesus

But!! I want to talk about something a little different (and I can recognize this is probably just my want for Warlock to come back as someone important) because it was a choice not have him mentioned after the swap in the show.

What if Warlock is Jesus? Now just hear me out

If i’m following the swap right Warlock is our baby draped in blue and is the Young’s actual son

Now going back a bit I believe Heaven has been testing out aspects of what is said to happen in the Second Coming for a while now maybe as far back as 1827 but probably got close to right around 1941 and was just waiting for Hell to have the Antichrist and trigger Armageddon

and yknow for being an order of satanic nuns they sure do have a lot of Jesus on the Cross hanging around. why? - it’s almost like the were also meant to deliver him as well

So when Hell pulled their final card - so did Heaven

Now who was not meant to be there that night and messed everything up - the Young’s and their baby, Warlock - it’s almost like it was a divine intervention. And like I said earlier Warlock is our baby draped in blue (like Jesus) and our Ace card (ace up their sleeve anyone?)

Greasy Johnson was apart of Hells plan and set up - Warlock was not

also he has traveled the world because of the Dowling’s work before being tempted by Hastur which he denies

and the whales and dinosaurs we see in his room - you got your mothers humor don’t you?

and he is the only one who has to make a return to the UK - the plane in the opening sequence

what about Greasy Johnson and the neighbor of the beast though? that seems to be a pretty great fit and I agree - he is going to be the reason the swap is discovered and they all get together again - whatever that reason may be (*cough*dying*cough*)

and not mentioning him further in season one allows for him to come in as a completely new character and story that we get to follow around with points in his life pointing towards him being Jesus - as a distraction for the characters and for us

but where does Aziraphale come into this and why does the Metatron need an angel of his talents? - Heaven has also lost its card(baby), the trick worked a little too well and there are still two children to choose between, if they could find them - and Aziraphale, who has shown is apt at finding and identifying the Antichrist and knows Earth better than any angel, is just the being for the job

I recognize this is a lot of speculation and this is just kinda just a crack theory but it wouldn’t leave me alone so I’d thought I’d share

and mostly I think it’d be funny that in thinking they were raising the Antichrist they were actually raising Jesus Christ

(but also it would fit a lot of the headcannons floating around. Jesus being a right terror? check. Them raising Jesus? already did that. Trans!Jesus? remember all those trans!warlock headcannons. Jesus having a mentor relationship with Crowley? the demon raised Warlock. Going out for a drink? Warlock would an adult now by the time season 3 comes out and they keep following that the events in the show are happening at the present time it comes out trend - just on and on)