#nancy downs x reader

[slasherscream]

Crazy Ass Girls Gang ft. what type of yandere are they

warnings: yandere behavior - YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Tiffany Valentine / clingy, obsessive, manipulative 

You'd better be damn sure you want to be with Tiffany before you ever bring up dating her because there is no escape once you've embarked on the exciting journey of being her romantic partner.

But if we're being honest you never really had a choice. You think you met organically? Became close by fate? No, Tiffany saw you and wanted you and decided to have you.

It was love at first sight on her part.

You'll be friends for a few months as she weaves the inescapable web around you. Best friends, actually. You'll tell her absolutely everything about yourself. Learn everything about her in turn. It's pure bliss to have a friend like Tiffany. Supportive, charming, affectionate.

You can tell she loves you more than anything. Loves you more than anyone else has ever loved you before, and she isn't afraid to show it.

You probably already had a partner when you met Tiffany. She was heartbroken when you first told her. The heartbreak didn't last long. Why cry over spilled milk? She wants to take it slow with you anyways, make sure that this time every aspect of the life you build together will be perfect.

She's come in too heavy before. You can't rush perfection, her mother always told her. For you, the lesson is finally worth learning.

Everything can be a tool. In the right hands. And Tiffany's hands? Why, they're incredibly skilled. She uses your soon-to-be-ex as a diving board for your upcoming relationship with her. Even if you'd been perfectly content with the relationship until you met Tiffany, suddenly everything is awful.

Tiffany points out every mistreatment. Every cancelled date. Every strange tone they used when talking to you. Every shitty, unoriginal gift. Every moment they weren't enthusiastic enough about good news you had to share.

It gets to the point where you can't even look at them half the time. You'll end dates with your partner early just to go spend more time with Tiffany: "What do you think they meant when they said that, Tiff?" / "I think they forgot who they were talking to, sweetheart! They're lucky I wasn't around or I would've cut out their tongue."

Tiffany has you so wrapped around her finger she's not even the one who suggests the break up. She was still going to wait a month or two before she began to truly push.

But when you show up at her doorstep in the middle of the night, holding flowers and her favorite takeout, rambling about how you've been so blind and it's always been Her...

Well, she has to smile as she pulls you in, savoring the last first kiss your lips will ever gift another soul.

She almost forgot how good she is at getting what she wants.

Jordan Li / protective, obsessive, lucid

You're so sweet. It was the first thought Jordan remembers having about you. The beginning of the end. They haven't been able to stop thinking about you since that one fatal moment.

Jordan has plenty of other things to think about. Things that should outclass you in importance easily. Their ranking, Brink's careful mentoring, their grades. They tell themselves that it all still matters more than you but they know they're lying to themselves.

It scares them a little, how much they actually think about you. Not a minute can go by without their thoughts drifting to you.

Did you eat today? / Your next class is in ten minutes, let me walk you, I've got the time. / You were running out of your favorite perfume. Got you a new bottle. / You look upset. Did someone fucking say something to you?

They can't help the way they hover around you during every spare moment they can find.

Jordan knows your schedule by heart to maximize the amount of time you can spend together. It's a balancing act they have to play with their brain for the simplest of tasks: you can spend the rest of the day with Y/N but you have to finish grading these essays first.

They can't function properly when they go too long without you. They swing on their sparring partners too hard. Stare at the clock during lectures instead of listening. They rip textbooks and snap pens by holding them too tight.

Sometimes they have to give up and call you. If they can't go and see you for whatever reason the sound of your voice makes it better. Hearing you talk, the sound of you breathing, laughing. It helps. Calms the buzz beneath Jordan's skin. They dial your contact, glaring into space as they wait for you to pick up. As soon as you do their body relaxes.

They recognize that their behavior isn't normal. Always needing to know where you are, who you're with. Feeling sick when they don't know.

You're like a drug for Jordan. They know you're an addiction, the way you've crawled under their skin. No high on earth compares, and Jordan has fucking compared them all. They pull you into their lap, as close as they can get you and it's never enough. Nothing is ever enough.

"Please don't fucking go anywhere, yeah?" Jordan will mumble into the skin of your neck. Their grip on you is too tight, face twisted at the desperation they feel. It's not pillow talk. They're begging. Genuinely. They'd do anything to keep you this close, always.

"Of course not, Jordie." You coo back. They close their eyes and pretend the words are enough. Nothing ever is.

Nancy Downs / delusional, possessive, obsessive

As soon as Nancy wants you there's no other option for you besides her. You can either choose to go along with it or you can fight it.

Fighting against her is like fighting against the tide, though. You can tread water for awhile. Keep your head afloat, sure. But eventually you'll get tired. Nature wins. Besides, fighting against Nancy becomes unpleasant fast. Being hers is so much nicer. She's gentler that way, kinder.

You're allowed to have friends, she doesn't isolate you completely.

It's just your old friends sucked. They didn't appreciate you. Didn't look out for you. Selfish users just like everyone else. Moths are always drawn to the light, and she'll kill every moth that strays a little too close to you, before it ever gets a chance to singe itself on your warmth. It's a mercy, really. Living a life in the darkness and having one brief moment in the sun is miserable. Nancy should know. It almost drives her crazy when you're not around. If you ever left she'd want to be put out of her misery too.

Her coven, though? They're perfect. Her coven is a family. And you were the last missing piece of it.

Anything about your old life, the life before her, can be viewed as a threat at a moment's notice. Family. Friends. Memories you speak of a little too fondly. Even a hobby could do it. She wants your focus to be her. It's only fair, her only focus is you.

Even when she's not around. Even when you're completely alone you swear you can feel her eyes on you. Her magic drifting against your skin as if she was sitting right beside you.

Nancy's intensity can be scary but she makes anyone else's love seem dull in comparison.

Who else could love you like she does? Who else would die for you? Nancy wouldn't even have to think about it first. All she asks in return is for you to do the same. Live for her. Dedicate every breathe in your lungs to her.

It's not so hard, she'll lead by example.

Jennifer Check / manipulative, possessive, clingy

She couldn't give a shit about anyone else but you. Somehow you managed to sneak your way into her heart and she can't let go of you. Won't let go of you. You're the only thing that's keeping that small, soft, human part of her alive. You dragged that bit of her back from the grave she put it in, actually. So it wouldn't be fair for you to try and leave, after you made her weak again. Human again.

Her world revolves around you. Her priorities are her next meal and you. Of course she gets pissed off if you don't reciprocate her energy. Look at her, how could you ever put anything above her?

Jennifer wants you to be everything to each other, though she won't say it out loud. It shows in her actions.

You belong to her. Every version of yourself that exists in the world should belong to her. The version of you that you are when you're someone's best friend. When you're someone's partner. It's all hers. She won't let anyone else take root in your life in a role that she can fill. She'll do a better job anyways.

The enormity of her ego and the way she clings might seem at odds. She thinks she's a God walking amongst fucking cattle. But she sticks to you like a second skin. A hand always at your waist. Her lips always chasing yours, whining when you don't give in fast enough, when you don't melt like she does. Her grip iron clad when you hold hands. If you pull away too soon from a hug, from a kiss, she bites, she holds on with claws.

She coos at the marks she leaves on your skin and kisses all the scratches and bruises she leaves better. / "I'm sorry baby, you know I hate letting you go."

Carrie White / idolizer, protective, selfless

Not in her wildest dreams did Carrie think anyone could be as kind as you. People are cruel. Their first instinct is to cause hurt before they'll ever reach out a hand to help, to shield, to love.

But you're not like that at all. You're something ripped straight from a fairy-tale. The rare ones that her Mother let her read, that weren't hiding devil worship between their poetic words.

You're so patient with her. So gentle. You treat her like glass. You hold her close, and kiss her soft, and cup her face in your hands that are always so warm.

You say you love her in a breathless way, every time. Like even expressing how much you care makes you dizzy. As if she overwhelms you. She feels dizzy herself as she hangs on your every honeyed word. Clings to you every time you reach out your hands to hold her.

Carrie doesn't know if she believes in God nowadays, but if she did you'd be an angel sent straight from heaven. A gift, maybe, to make up for all the years of torment she endured from everyone she'd ever known.

She'd think you were some kind of God yourself, if you had any sort of abilities like her. But you don't. You walk around doing what's right, being good down to the marrow of your very bones just because it's who you are. You greet the world with your fists raised and you're only human, and it scares Carrie so much.

You're the last decent person alive and you'll throw yourself onto any pyre you see if it means doing what's right. Carrie loves that about you. It terrifies her.

So Carrie throws herself into the ring with you. Your sweet, gentle Carrie who you're always trying to protect. But Carrie doesn't need your protection. She's not the helpless little girl she used to be. She won't let anything hurt either of you, from now on. For the rest of your lives you'll be safe, happy. Together. Carrie would burn the world to ash if it meant not a scratch would befall you.

"You're an angel, Y/N. The most wonderful angel God ever made."

Ginger Fitzgerald / possessive, impulsive, protective,

Sometimes Ginger wishes everyone else in the world would disappear, besides the two of you. They're a hindrance.

She feels insane when she watches you. She feels her claws come out and makes herself bleed as she fights against the instinct to rip out every tongue that speaks to you, and every pair of eyes that's ever looked into yours.

She shivers when you claim her. The only time she enjoys being around other people now is when you're introducing her: "This is Ginger, my girlfriend." "This is Ginger, my partner." "This is Ginger, my best friend." "This is Ginger, my everything."

She loves being yours. Relishes in the way you say the word mine. She wants to lick the words from your mouth, the weight of your total ownership over her sweet and poisonous.

She wonders if you get the same pleasure from belonging to her. She wants you to. She wants to carve her name into your skin with her claws and have you moan at the first sharp sting of the letter G.

It's primal, the way she wants you. Beyond anything humans have words for. She leaves her scent on your skin and wants to growl when you wash it away with artificial soaps and perfumes. She sucks bruises into every inch of you that anyone else could see.

She wants you to do the same. Wants to roll onto her back and expose her neck, and have you bite so hard you draw blood.

Ginger's wanting comes with teeth. What she is demands she sinks her teeth into things, that she draws blood. Even when she loves you. Because she loves you, maybe. She needs to leave a mark on you. She needs to always be there. She needs the same from you.

Needs you to leave scars on her that she can touch when you're not around. Proof that you were there. Proof that you're coming back. You don't carve your name into things and then abandon them. When you own things you keep them.

When you're gone the world goes dim and cold. She couldn't survive in a world without you. She wouldn't even attempt it. What would be the fucking point?

"We're a pair. We belong to each other. Always, yeah?"

[1800nosleep]

WAX PLAY

nancy downs x fem! reader

warnings; nsfw, mdni, fem! reader, wax play (obvi), fingering, lesbian activities 😻, soft dom nancy

Three candles were lit, red, purple, and black. Nancy claimed that they were "exclusively" for her witchcraft, but you knew that wasn't true. Nancy when she was out a few days ago, had bought skin-safe candles. You knew what she was planning and honestly, you were into it.

Nancy sat with her legs crossed on the floor as heavy music played quietly from her speaker.

"Baby come're," Nancy spoke with her eyes closed. You stood up from her bed and sat next to her. Her shrine for Manon was all lit up and glowing.

"What do you need Nance?" You asked softly as you looked at her. She opened her eyes and gently pinned you to the floor, before kissing you deeply, her lipstick leaving marks on your lips.

"I need you to take off your pants, babe," she whispered seductively as she kissed your neck, her lipstick smudging as she left even more marks. You complied with her demand before looking at her.

"Wh-what next?" You asked softly as you closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of her lips on your neck.

"Shhh, let me do it," Nancy said as she got lower on your body, getting to your hips. She looked up at you with her fingers hooked around the hem of your panties.

"May I?" She asked softly as she kissed your inner thighs and lower stomach. You nod desperately before you feel her fingers leave your panties and grab the candles.

In an instant, you suddenly feel the hot wax on your thighs, making you slightly whine as it dripped down your thighs. Her fingers reconnected with the hem of your panties before gently pulling them down and off of your legs, leaving you exposed to the cool air.

She slowly spit on her fingers before slowly running them up your cunt, making you let out a soft whine.

"Shhh, be a good girl for me," Nancy whispered as she slowly dipped her fingers in and out of your dripping cunt. You moaned as she moved her fingers in and out of you. As she was doing that, she grabbed a different colored candle and slowly poured it on the other thigh, making you whine again.

"Mhm, good girl," Nancy praised softly as she kissed your thighs. Her fingers moving more and more, made you squeeze around her fingers as you almost reached climax.

"Nance, I'm gonna cum," you said as you whined softly. Your cunt squeezed her fingers before you let go.

"Good girl!" Nancy praised as she kissed you. "Such a good girl for me! Now lets get you cleaned up."

THANK YOU FOR READING

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[0bscenecherryz]

You weren’t evil and irredeemable

You didn’t have anyone to rely on.

You weren’t evil and irredeemable

You didn’t get any of the help you desperately needed.

You weren’t evil and irredeemable

You were 16.

[submissivekillers]

Please give me nancy cuddly lesbian girlfriend headcanons please🥺🥺🥺 im so starving

literally stopped in the middle of another request to answer this 😭😭😭 we r all simps for miss nancy downs

nancy in public: 🤬🤬🤬😠😠😠☠️☠️☠️

nancy in private: 🥺🥺🥺🥰🥰🥰🤗🤗🤗

BIG SPOON 4 LIFE. unless she’s really seriously upset, she always prefers to be the one holding you, no matter how much bigger or smaller than her you might be. she loves the feeling of you wrapped up in her arms, safe and cozy in her embrace

also she doesn’t want you to see her blushing!! she has a Reputation to uphold u know

she has a lot of Energy™ to work out, especially if she’s unwinding with you after some spellwork, so she tends to unconsciously fiddle with your hair or clothes while you’re cuddling - just kinda twirling it around her fingers or messing with the fasteners on your clothes 

ok if you’re also the fidgety type?? all her jewelry is really textured and fun to play with and you are the Only one allowed to play with it. enjoy this privilege

runs p cold naturally so she’s a godsend in the summer. not so much in the winter, but that’s just all the more reason to get cozy under a bunch of blankets and camp out on the couch for the day

she’d be really into doing your makeup to match hers but it takes FOREVER because you’re just. so fuckign CUTE and she keeps stopping to kiss you and messing up the look

do NOT ask her to do your makeup for an Event because either you’ll show up half an hour late or you’ll miss it completely because you’re too busy making out

or u know. do ask her 👀

painting nails is a lil safer (tho she’s still gonna steal plenty of kisses) and also very cute!! again, she likes to paint them so you match (which means black or very dark purple or green) but if you beg nicely she might let you do something more vibrant 

she really likes having you match her in some way, whether you’re both goth babes (the dream) or if it’s something small like the nails or sharing a piece of her jewelry. it’s a way of making her feel like you’re on the same team, the two of you against the world - and, more importantly, that you’re all hers 

speaking of okay im keeping this one sfw but. she leaves sO many marks on you. you’ll never go without at least one hickey in a HIGHLY visible area and she does get a smug look on her face every time she sees it

not big on PDA (see: reputation), but she’ll keep an arm around your waist while you’re walking around or link pinkies with you. if she’s in a Mood and wants to see you get flustered, she’ll slip a hand in your back pocket to make you jump 

give her a kiss on the hand to watch her Die Instantly

[f1nalboys]

KINKTOBER DAY FOURTEEN ; ORGASM CONTROL/EDGING

Nancy Downs x GN!Reader

WORD COUNT: 434

WARNINGS: nsfw, orgasm denial, edging, fingering, no genitalia mentioned, readers hands are tied behind their back

For the third time tonight Nancy pulls her hand off of you with a snarky, almost cruel, grin. “Not yet, sweetheart.” The pet name is dripping with an amount of mockery that has your head swimming. You were drenched with sweat, laying on your back, struggling to suck in enough oxygen. She’s brought you to the brink of a mind-blowing orgasm time and time again only to pull the rug out from under you at the last second.

“Please, Nance, I needa cum,” You whine, wiggling your hips a bit, begging for any type of friction. She tsks at you, her finger running along your thigh, her nail scraping against your skin lightly, sending a shiver down your spine. Her hands were cold. Nancy was sat in between your legs, your hands tied together and pinned behind your back to stop you from touching yourself.

She loved to watch you struggle. Seeing you pant and whine, desperate to get off was empowering in a way. Knowing that she had control over it and that she could simply walk away and leave you to stew in your own arousal for hours without the possibility of release made her wetter than she’d like to admit.

“You sound so pretty when you beg.” She replies coolly. If you didn’t know any better, and if you couldn’t feel the heat radiating from her cunt, you’d think she wasn’t finding this attractive. Another drag of her finger down your thigh has you whimpering and you squeeze your eyes shut at the scoff she lets out. “And fucking pathetic, too.”

Her finger, wet with her spit and your own slick, prods at your opening once more, swirling around the hole before pushing in quickly. She found the squishy bundle of nerves inside you that had you seeing stars almost immediately, each pump of her finger pushing into it. “C-close! Please, fuck, please let me cum!” You beg, your brain melting with each passing second. The coil in your stomach was burning hot, getting tighter and tighter. You were so close, so fucking close-

Nancy pulls her fingers out of you. You let out a scream of frustration, tears pricking at your eyes. You were angry, so fucking angry at her for stopping again, but you knew that once she inevitably let you cum it would be the kind that had you laying in bed without a single thought. Her lips curl upwards, baring her teeth, and she gives you a harsh kiss, nipping at your bottom lip. “You know, you keep it up and I’ll let you cum soon… probably.”

[bunnyscryptarchived]

May I please have Nancy Downs, Ginger Fitzgerald, Jennifer Check, Herbert West, and Sydney Prescott with a nb or fem s/o just being domestic. Thank you!!!

a/n: i completely forgot to add Jennifer but i will definitely make a separate post for her <3

—Ginger : The feeling of being watched took you out of the movie playing on t.v. Getting up to make sure your front door was locked, you turned around to the sight of your girlfriend covered from head to toe in blood and gore. “Hey”

“hey?... that's all you have to say?!” you stare dumbfounded before rushing over.

“Oh my god” checking her over for any cuts.

“don't throw a fit. it's not my blood, besides i heal fast anyway.”

Ignoring her, you continue to look her over. Once satisfied, you look at her, not liking the blood caked on her neck and matting her hair. “oh ginge”

“what” taken aback by the worry in your eyes. Why would you worry? it should be the other way around. you're human, she's a werewolf. Obviously she can take care of herself, it's you who needs protecting.

“I'll go start the shower” With that you leave her to her thoughts.

Making sure the water is warm enough, you begin to help Ginger out of her clothes —even though  she doesn't need it.

Your delicate touch brings warmth to her body. Her face turning red.

You pull her into the bath.

It's quiet as you rinse her of all the blood. Washing her hair, she closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of you massaging her scalp. Gently scrubbing her skin, pressing a kiss to the areas no longer covered in blood.

When you're done you offer to give her some time alone to finish up but- “no”

you stare at her, head tilted to the side, a softness in your eyes as you wait for her to continue.

“don't go yet. just…hold me for a while.”

Smiling softly, you wrap your arms around her. Head rested on her shoulder as she rests hers on your head.

You stay in each other's arms until the water runs cold, even then, you stay there. Holding her close. Wrapped in each other's embrace, Ginger's body heat warming you both. “I'm always gonna worry about you, ya know. you might be a werewolf but that doesn't mean i won't do everything in my power to keep you safe.”

Pressing a kiss to her shoulder, you mutter against her skin “i'll always protect you. With that she hugs you tighter, one thought in her mind;

We should do this more often.

—Sidney :

You've always been more of a night owl. Sleeping all day, not active til night type of person.

Sidney was the exact opposites, but you know what they say; opposites attract.

So when it's 7pm and you suggest going grocery shopping, she looks at you like you've grown three heads but she's been in the house all day and decides why not, there are somethings she's running low on.

Not even changing clothes, the two of you put on your shoes and head to the nearest grocery store that's open 24/7.

She pushes , while you check things off the list. (you totally don't sneak things into the cart when she's not looking) She doesn't notice until checkout, giving you a look but ultimately not caring.

After getting the much needed foods and items, you stroll through the snack aisle.

“We should make s'mores” Staring at a large bag of marshmallows.

Sidney comes up behind you, arms circling your waist as her chin rests on your shoulder.

“I don't see why not” With a squeal you grab the bag before turning in her arms, pressing a kiss to her lips.

You should go night shopping more often.

—Nancy :

She woke up alone, the side of your bed cold. You had woken up earlier not wanting to disturb her sleep so you let her be. As she's rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she hears music coming from the hall.

Groggily, she follows the sound to the kitchen only to find you making breakfast, singing along to the song coming from your phone.

She can't help the smile that makes its way onto her face as she leans against the wall, crossing her arms —watching you.

“smells good” chuckling slightly as you turn around with a yelp.

“well good morning to you too” hand over your chest as you give her a playful glare.

Nancy comes over, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Why didn't you wake me up?”

“Wanted to surprise you, give you a little breakfast in bed” Her heart swells at that, face heating up.

“Mind getting the pancake mix in the cabinet over there?” You ask while finishing up the eggs. Silently she does as asked, not before taking a piece of egg and popping it into her mouth.

“Wanna help make the pancakes? You stir, i’ll pour?”

“Hell yeah”

Just like that, what started off cute and innocent turned messy, you accidentally got flour on Nancy’s shirt which led to her “accidentally” throwing some on your face.

By the end of it you were both covered in flour along with everything else, no pancakes, a giant mess to clean up.

“Whoops,” Nancy laughs to the point of tears.

“You're lucky I love you, now help me clean this up.”

“Fine, fine. But first” She pulls you into a kiss, hand on your cheek to keep you in place.

No cleaning got done.

—Herbert :

Getting Herbert to leave his makeshift basement lab for necessary things such as food and sleep is one thing and even that's a challenge but getting him to leave ?? to put up Christmas decorations???  You're trying to get him to leave his work... his research… just to decorate

You're better off asking Dan to be quite honest but luckily you have Herbert wrapped tightly around your finger (not that he’d ever admit or acknowledge that fact). So after enough— as he put it, “pestering”, he agreed. One second. You turned your back for one second when you heard grumbling from where Herbert stood. Looking towards him, you were met with the sight of your mad scientist boyfriend caught up in a bundle of not only red, silver, and green tinsel but also Christmas lights. How he managed to do this to himself you have no clue, but it was hilarious to witness. “Herb- honey, how-” You couldn't contain yourself and just bursted out laughing, a laugh that made your stomach hurt and tears fall from your eyes. He looked ridiculously adorable. Eyes wide in a way that resembled a cat when they get excited, lips in a pout, twitching ever so slightly in annoyance. “Yes, I'm so glad you find this amusing.” He stares at you unamused as you wipe the tears from your eyes. “If you're finished I could really use some assistance, this was your idea in the first place.” With a soft smile you walk towards him but not before grabbing something, keeping it hidden behind your back. “Awe im sorry Herbie” Ignoring the way he rolls his eyes at the nickname.  “Let me help you, OH but what's this?” You hold your arm up above your heads, Herbert’s eyes look up to see Mistletoe. With a teasing smile you place a kiss on his cheek before beginning to untangle him. His ears burning red, he swallows thickly. “You missed” You look up, eyes locking with his as his cheeks begin to redden. He leans forward slightly with you meeting him halfway. A feeling of warmth spreads through him at your touch. You pull apart, a goofy smile on your lips; “let's get you out of this hmm.”

[dimitrescus-bitch]

Dating Nancy Downs

You had grown up in the same trailer park as Nancy your entire life

She’d always been the weird little girl with trashy parents

Despite your social standing, the two of you were the same

You never pretended to be mean to her for your own gain though

So, she’d watch out for you and the two of you bonded a bit

During school, she told you she wouldn’t be caught dead with a “Preppy Barbie bitch, no offense” 

Sometime during your late-night talks, you started to do more than talk

Nancy was a good kisser

You’d only ever kissed boys and none of them had soft lips or careful tongues

People said a lot of things about Nancy, but none of them ever said the right thing

You wanted to say something, but she stopped you before you could

Eventually, she brings you to hang out with Rochelle and Bonnie 

Rochelle doesn’t trust you, but you had gym class with Bonnie and she’d seen the bruises and cuts

Nancy didn’t know about them though, but once you sleep together, she definitely does

You don’t try to defend your parents, but Nancy starts taking you places

She’ll keep you away from home as much as she can

You go to the stores with the candles and incense with her and she lets you pick out a few things 

Most of your dates include shopping

You like CD stores and when you finally invite Nancy over, she sees your CD collection

The two of you keep your relationship up over the summer 

You go to the beach and the days that you’d have spent with your “girlfriends” from school are spent with your girlfriend

Nancy comes with you to exactly three parties before people stop inviting you to parties

Soccer season starts up and if you weren’t the star forward on the team, you’d have been completely blacklisted

Nancy tries to distance herself from you, but you don’t let her 

“If they don’t like me for loving you, then it’s their loss.” “You love me?” “Duh.” “Well, I guess I like you a little bit.” 

You laugh at that, especially since Nancy very obviously loves you

She doesn’t tell you until some assholes yell at her in the hallway and you punch them

You get suspended and your parents are pissed, but Nancy makes sure that you know how gracious she is about what you’d done for her

[lucifers-horror-harem]

Kinktober Day 5: Vibrator with Nancy Downs

Hope y’all are prepared for some very spicy content because i might have gone overboard with this one lads but i’m NOT SORRY there needs to be more spicy slasher lady content and if it comes down to me to write it then SO BE IT

Warnings: WLW sexy times (or AFABLW sexy times? not sure what the gender neutral term for that is but yes that)

Nancy Downs x AFAB Reader

“Okay, what’s this surprise you were telling me about earlier?” you asked. Nancy and you sat on the floor of her bedroom, the view of the city so magical all lit up at night. Nancy’s legs were tangled up in yours as you sat across from each other, a wild grin lighting up her face.

“You sure you want to know?” she asked mockingly as she ran her hands up and down your thighs. The two of you had already been fooling around for a bit now, your button up shirt half unbuttoned while Nancy’s shirt had long since been discarded. She wore a black lacy bralette, and unlike you she had zero shame in flaunting her body while you were still trying to cover your chest up. But at this point both of your skirts had been hiked up around your waists, fingers exploring each other’s tender flesh, little gasps radiating between hungry kisses.

You held Nancy’s hands from going any further as you gave her an annoyed look. “Quit teasing me and just come out with it already.” Nancy pulled away as she stood up with a long sigh. Even through her fake annoyance, she smiled down at you as she grabbed a bag from the other side of the room and sat back down.  

“Tada!” Nancy exclaimed as she waved a small purple object in her hand. The more you looked at it, however, you noticed it was a vibrator and immediately felt your face heat up. You hadn’t done much more with Nancy besides heavy petting, but this took it to the next step. Nancy giggled and said, “Don’t worry, I cleaned it all up for us so it’s ready to go.”

As she crawled closer to you, you instinctively scooted back a little. “It’s not too strong, is it?” you asked, unsure of how something like that would feel. You’d only used your own hands before this and you weren’t sure how you felt about a vibrator. 

“I’m sure you could handle it, baby,” Nancy said with a wink. When she saw you were still apprehensive, she asked, “Would it make you feel better if you used it on me first? We don’t have to take our panties off or anything, that will help with it being too strong.”

Nancy placed the vibrator in your hands as she laid back in front of you, lifting her skirt so her little black panties were in full view. She ran a clothed finger over her sex as she teased, “Come on baby, I can take it.”

Just the sight before you was enough to get you wet, but you tried to keep your focus on the task before you. You pressed the button at the bottom of the vibrator and it whirred to life. You yelped at the sudden vibration and almost dropped it from your hand, making Nancy throw her head back and cackled. Your lips pressed into a thin line as your girlfriend laughed at you, and you suddenly found your hand bringing the vibrator right over her clothed sex. Now it was Nancy’s turn to yelp, as her body jolted in your lap and she slapped your hand away from her. “Jesus Christ, Y/N! Cool it!”

“I thought you said you could handle it?” you asked coyly, rubbing the vibrator back along the edge of her panties. Nancy growled softly but didn’t speak, instead watching you intently with her sharp gaze as you trailed the vibrator up and down, around, and finally resting it right upon her clothed slit. Her eyes closed, her bottom lip sucked into her mouth as her thighs began to twitch. “That’s a good girl,” you cooed as you began to circle her bud in small tight circles. She whined desperately as her hips bucked up towards you, trying so hard to get more of the pleasure you were giving her. 

It was almost hypnotizing watching Nancy’s reactions. She was normally so confident and dominant with you, but now she was putty in your hands. Her brows furrowed as she whimpered desperately. Her hands were squeezing her own breasts, fingers plucking at her nipples under the fabric of her bra. 

You were so focused on how she twitched underneath you that you were off guard when Nancy lunged at you, pinning you beneath her as she panted hard above you. She sat astride your open legs, straddling one of your thighs as she held the other leg to her body. Your eyes widened as she grabbed the vibrator from your hand and waved it in front of you. “Not so cocky now, huh?” 

Nancy yanked your skirt up around your waist as she stroked the vibrator over you. Just like her, you jolted hard as the sensations suddenly hit you. You moaned her name as she circled your clit, but unlike when you had it, Nancy was ready to make sure you came quickly. As your hips quivered beneath her, she slowly lowered herself until she was hovering just above the vibrator. Her cheeks flushed despite her shit eating grin as the realization of what she was going to do hit you. She pressed herself down on the vibrator, guiding it in place as she groaned in ecstasy. The pressure caused you to whimper loudly, the sounds of sex filling the air as both of you were practically soaking. 

Nancy hugged your leg to her body as she began to slide herself up and down along the vibrator, making sure the tip was focused right on your bud. Your hands gripped her thighs so tightly that you were certain to leave bruises. She began to pick up speed as she bucked against you, moaning your name as she stared down at you with her pale green eyes. “God baby you’re so wet. Getting close?” she asked. You had a hard time forming words so you simply nodded furiously as you whined. 

Nancy simply grunted in response, grinding herself down on you with more purpose. She kept the vibrator flush to you, your release so close as Nancy made sure you were both in the perfect position to get what you both needed. With a loud moan, you felt your body twitch uncontrollably as you bucked up into Nancy, your fingers dug into her skin as you held her tightly. You felt a fresh burst of arousal leak from your body, the vibe dragging out your orgasm to levels you had never reached before. Nancy’s hips began to stutter as well, and she held herself down on you as she cried out against your outstretched leg. 

You weren’t sure when it happened, but the vibrations eventually stopped as Nancy tossed the vibe beside your spent bodies. She flopped on top of you, lips crashing into yours as your legs remained tangled in each other. Your sex still fluttered in the afterglow, and you moaned into Nancy’s mouth as her fingers slithered down between the two of you. 

“Damn, we really made a mess, didn’t we?” she panted before smiling and kissing you again.

[maggotonafaggot]

Nancy dating someone who's also goth (my gif)

Listening to sister of mercy

Buying clothes at the thrift store

Borrowing each other earrings/rings/necklaces

If your a trad goth please please please do her make-up like this

She probably will open up about her parents

She has some angry issues so get ready to hear her rant when she angry

She won't lash out at you tho

No matter how angry she is she will never be angry at you

Matching tattoos

She will wear your clothes

[slasherscream]

Crazy Ass Girls Gang ft. killing the reader’s rapist

warnings: yandere behavior, subject matter is rape/sexual assault, gore warning in some parts - YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

TIFFANY VALENTINE:

Tiffany knows something happened to you. Call it woman's intuition. Maybe just call it true love. Or obsession. Whatever it is she can sense a hole in you. A gaping pit of misery that you try and hide. Try and fight against.

Tiffany tries to help, when you let her. Most of the time you don't. Instead of admitting to being so depressed you can’t move or eat, you'll feign physical illness. You pretend you're crying because some part of your body hurts. Tiffany knows better. Knows it’s something in your soul itself. Aching. 

Tiffany let's it go on for as long as she can stomach it. The relationship was still so new. You'd just moved in together. Just finished pulling your separate lives into one. Picking out the throw pillows, what color to paint the walls. Argued playfully over bedding and mattress firmness. Is it too early to push? 

She watches you at the breakfast table, on the really bad days, eating mechanically, no joy in your movement or behind your eyes. She doesn't want there to be anything between you. Any secrets. Any distance. If you're hurting she wants you to lean on her. To need her as much as she needs you. To know she’ll catch you, no matter what it is she’ll catch you. It’s enough to leave her in tears every time you put on that awful fake smile. 

She wakes one night, blinking into the darkness. For a moment, she's not sure what woke her. Moonlight streams in from the window. The sound of the fan whirring across the room. Her eyes begin to drift shut again when she hears a muffled sob come from the bathroom. Her hand falls to your side of the bed, instinctively. She closes her eyes when she realizes how cold your side has gone. How long ago did you wake up? How quickly did you decide to crawl from bed and hide from her again? Always hiding. 

It's too much, now. You crying alone in the bathroom in the middle of the night is too much. She throws open the door and takes you into her arms, cooing softly, own eyes watering at the way you go limp against her so quickly. Here she'd been trying to give you space and what you needed was her affection, her tenderness, the whole time.

"What's wrong, huh, baby-doll? You gonna tell your Tiffany what's wrong now? Please?" She whispers against your hair, kissing the crown of your head.

You haven't said the words out loud in so long but you're tired of fighting the demons, and the nightmares, and the misery, all on your own. You've held it in so tightly since you met her. As if you'd taint her just by saying the words. But you love her, and you just want to stop hiding.

When you tell her she goes still. For just a second. Her arms tighten around you like a vice. She begins to rock you gently, cooing reassurances in your ear. She tells you to let everything out and you do. Now that you know she’ll still love you. That she’ll still be here for the aftermath. You can’t stop yourself.

By the end you feel exorcized. Alive. Softened and made new by the level of tenderness Tiffany had shown you. She gathers you from the floor of the bathroom, wipes both of your tears away and kisses you gently. She tucks you back into bed and asks only one more question: 

“What was their name again, sugar bear?” You don’t hesitate to tell her. It warms her heart the way you curl into her side without anymore hesitation. The space between you gone now. 

You sleep deeply that night. You wake up to an empty bed and are surprised. Usually, no matter how late you sleep in Tiffany is still wrapped around you. Just as much a night owl as you, early mornings are rare.  

You pass by the laundry room, notice that the washer and dryer are both going. You thought you did all the laundry a few days ago. You peek into the washer and notice how red the water is. Tiffany must have been attacked by the creative spirit, gotten messy using some paint. 

You hope she didn’t use acrylics this time, the stains never come out. 

You walk through the house calling for your girlfriend. No answer. You step out onto the back porch and there she is. Bathed in the early afternoon sun. Your whole body relaxes when you see her in the garden, bent over, planting a whole new row of flowers. She’s absolutely covered in dirt. You smile, feeling happier than you have in ages. You rush out to join her in the sunlight and throw your arms around her. 

“I love you, Tiff.” You cover her face in kisses, ignoring the dirt.

“I love you too, baby-doll. I love you more than anything.” Tiffany kisses you back, sweet and passionate. Playfully, she spins you to lay beneath her and revels in the sound of your carefree, shrill laughter. 

She hopes they can hear you, just barely, through the layers of dirt she buried them in. With their last breath she hopes they hear your laughter and realize they didn’t break you. 

JORDAN LI:

You weren’t answering your phone. Not their calls. Not their texts. It was enough to have them shrugging on their jacket and stomping out of their dorm into the cool night air.

They’d had a bad feeling about letting you go out alone tonight. You always partied together. Usually with Jordan’s friends, who had become yours. Jordan hated the old group you used to run with. Disloyal. Stupid. Selfish. Now she wishes you’d at least taken one of those fake groupies. At least then you wouldn’t be alone. 

She walks through the party, a brick wall, shoving people aside as she calls your name. Anxiety prickles the skin at the back of her neck. She jogs up the stairs, taking them two at a time. She throws open door after door, music from the party too loud to even fucking think. 

Jordan’s angrier by the second, wondering if something happened to you. She hopes you just lost your phone. If someone stole it she’ll break their fucking jaw. 

The last door in the hallway, she sees two bodies on the floor, one moving against the other in the dim light. She rolls her eyes about to slam the door shut and go look for you in the kitchen again. As she goes to close the door she stops dead when she hears a whimper from the floor. The tiniest noise of pain, a drowsy “stop”. The scene looks different now.

She steps into the room, forgetting about you for one second, heart pounding in her ears. Jordan pulls the person on top off by their hair, hard enough to hurt. When she sees it’s Rufus she let’s out a laugh of anger and blasts him across the room with her power. Hard enough that he leaves a dent in the wall. 

Jordan turns to the person on the ground, hoping the short distance between them and Rufus will make his fucking pheromone bullshit wear off. 

“Are you-” Her blood stops. It’s you, on the floor. Your outfit torn and ripped. Tears are running down your cheeks but your eyes still have that drugged shimmer that might as well be that walking roofie’s calling card. 

“Jordan?” You mumble from the floor, dazed and confused. 

Rufus makes a sound from across the room, getting to his feet. Jordan stops breathing as she turns. They make eye contact. Fear in one pair. Anger so strong it’s inhuman, in the other.

Jordan’s across the room in an instant. Her fist breaks his jaw with the first blow. Everything after that is a blur. She comes back to herself when she feels a stabbing pain shoot through her fist and she pulls her hand away with a hiss. Bone fragment cutting into her hand. 

The haze of the rage falls away and Jordan realizes how wet she feels.  She looks down at her clothes. Sees how soaked in blood they are. Then her eyes fall to the mess she’s left on the floor. She almost throws up. Shakes her hands and feels brain matter slide off of them.

She thinks, what the fuck did I just do? What the fuck did I just do? 

“Jordan?” You call from across the room, sounding less drugged. 

She looks over at you and tears burn her eyes. Numb, she climbs off the body and rushes to you, looking you over. The tears fall when she sees the bruises, the small cuts. You must’ve fought him, even through the haze of his powers. You’ve always been a fucking fighter. She should have fucking been here. She doesn’t want to touch you with the blood on her hands but you don’t give her a choice, falling into her arms sobbing. She forces back her own. This is her fault. You’re the only one who deserves to cry. 

“I’m so fucking sorry.” Jordan mumbles, hands shaking as they leave bloody smears across your skin. What else can she say?

NANCY DOWNS:  

Secret keeping doesn’t work with Nancy. No matter how small of a secret, or a lie, she can sniff it out. Furthermore she hates when you lie. About anything. You should always tell each other the truth. You're one soul in two separate bodies, as far as Nancy is concerned. 

Even before she did the spell to bind you to one another permanently. 

Because of the magic she can feel what you’re hiding now. She had a suspicion before. But now she knows. Now she fucking knows. She’s furious, and heartbroken, and she knows. 

You still try and hide it, though. As if you can hide anything from the other half of your fucking soul.  

“Enough, Y/N.” She spits at you one night, when you’re trying so hard not to think about it. Not to feel. 

She doesn’t know why you’re blocking her out. Not letting her feel it with you. Whatever you suffered. Whatever harm that befell you it would be avenged times three if you just let her in.

Nancy’s magic has always been stronger. She was being kind before. Hoping you would come to her on your own. She sees now that you need to be encouraged. She’s still gentle, somehow, as she invades the sanctity of your mind. For one instant your consciousness is her consciousness, and you’re both one being, sharing every thought and feeling. 

She sees it. Feels it. Lives what you lived, in that single moment. She pulls herself out of your mind, eyes hauntingly empty. They meet yours, register you, and fill with tears slowly. You reach out, in sync and Nancy pulls you to her. You can’t tell apart the sounds of your voices as you start to scream and sob. 

You pass out, eventually. Either from exhaustion or a spell Nancy placed on you. You wake in your shared bed to her standing over you, covered in blood. A knife in one hand, something meaty and dripping in the other. When your eyes adjust fully to the moonlight you realize it’s a human heart. 

“It’s okay, Y/N. You're safe now. You’ll always be safe, with me. You understand?” Nancy coos, petting your face with the hand holding the knife. It cuts you. You start to cry and you’re not sure if it’s from relief. 

JENNIFER CHECK:

You come home from the party you attended quietly. You open the door without a sound. Kick off your shoes. Put down your bag. You’ve shut yourself into the bathroom before she can even ask how it went. Immediately, her hackles are up. Irritation and concern. You know she hates being ignored. You never ignore her. You didn’t even say hello. 

Jennifer knocks on the bathroom door, trying to keep her voice playful as she asks what your deal is. You don’t respond. The sound of running water is the only thing she can hear. She pounds on the door, getting nervous. 

Then she picks up the smell of prey. You smell like prey. Dried sweat perfumes your skin, the sweetest smelling kind, that only one emotion causes: primal fear. The faintest whiff of blood and tears.

She breaks down the door. You don’t even notice. Don’t even look away from the mirror. You just go on trying to wipe the blood from your face. Your lip is busted. Hair a tangled mess. Scrapes along your cheek and neck, collarbone. Your clothes are a mess too. Rips and tears in fabric that was pristine a few hours ago.

“Baby?” Jennifer says again, feeling sick. Still nothing. 

She reaches out to touch you, gently. You come alive, jolting away from her with a scream. It’s the type of fear she’s heard a thousand times. Right before she rips out an organ or a throat. 

It’s the breaking of a dam and you fall to the ground, sobbing, still trying to wipe away at your skin. Any bit of skin you can reach. Jennifer tries to wrestle the rag from you. You’re being too rough, you're only human. You’re so breakable. You fight against her, sobs getting louder. 

“Baby stop fighting me!” Jennifer begs, uncharacteristically.  Between your sobs she makes out the words of you needing to clean yourself and her eyes fill with tears. She didn’t know she was capable of tears still.

“Stop.” Jennifer commands, voice going inhuman, harmonic. You go still, entranced by the full force of her power. Jennifer feels the tears falling down her cheeks. Watches your own tears cut bloody, miserable lines down your face. 

She takes the rag and gently wipes at your cuts. She peels away your ruined clothes. Starts the bath and places you inside it. Every time her hold on your mind starts to wane, and that animal fear of harm kicks back in, she speaks to you. She doesn’t let the control slip until your body stops secreting that awful smell of terror. 

“Who did this, baby?” She asks quietly, trying not to focus on the haunted look on your face. 

You don’t answer her. She swallows. 

“That’s okay, baby. I’ve got the scent anyways.” She tucks you into bed, orders you into a dreamless sleep that you couldn’t hope to fight off. 

She doesn’t come back home until the morning. The blood beneath her fingernails makes her itch. The smell of the monster she killed is putrid in her nose. She showers under water so hot it singes even her skin. When she crawls into bed beside you, before she falls asleep, she thinks about how hungry she is. She curls her entire body around yours.

She hadn’t been able to stomach even the thought of eating your fucking rapist. 

CARRIE WHITE:

You’d just moved into this house together. It was a nice enough neighborhood. Cozy. Nothing too big or expensive. The dorms at university had been too loud and hectic for Carrie. For this semester you’d decided you needed to build a life together. 

She’d never been happier than she was while painting the walls with you. Picking out lamps, and blankets, and a shoe rack. She remembers the way she’d used telekinesis to haul the heavy couch inside while the two of you held your hands underneath and pretended to carry it. The elderly neighbors all watching from their porches with dropped jaws. When you took one hand away to wave at them Carrie had to rush you both inside before she actually dropped the couch from laughing. 

You went to class together. Cooked and cleaned side by side. Carrie tailoring clothes for money and you tutoring. It was good. Life was good. After years of suffering, you were her heaven on Earth. 

Carrie came home from grocery shopping, humming quietly to herself. She knew you were home but didn’t call out for you. You’d told her you were tutoring someone this afternoon. Some of the subjects required a lot of focus, especially if you were already struggling with the material. She’d brought extra snacks in case they were hungry. 

She set the groceries down in the kitchen and walked into the living room. She froze in her tracks. You were there, and there was your student, on top of you. You locked eyes with Carrie, over their shoulder. They were holding you down. You’d been gagged to keep you from screaming. So the neighbors wouldn’t hear.

They were assaulting you in your own home. In the home you shared with her. Her vision whited out. 

She came to with your hands gently shaking her awake. She screamed when she saw you. You were covered in blood. In gore, and chunks of flesh. The sight alone brought back such horrible memories she turned over and threw up. You held her hair back, as if the blood on your hands was less awful than vomit. 

She tried to look…. To see what she’d done. But you won’t let her look past you. You’re sobbing and still trying to protect her. Even though she hadn’t protected you. Her whole world. Her angel, that God sent her, and she’d let you be defiled. She’d failed you. 

You fall apart in each other’s arms, trying to ignore the headless body a few feet away.

GINGER FITZGERALD:

You’d thought she’d under-reacted, when you told her. ‘She’s being unusually calm’ was your exact thought. But you were so tired, after years of holding in the dark secret. You were just relieved to have her acceptance, without hesitation, without disgust. 

She asked no questions that could leave you wondering about anything. On whether or not she thinks it’s your fault. If she thinks you should’ve fought back harder. If she thinks you’re weak. Tainted. Dirty. She says all the perfect words, everything you’ve ever needed to hear. She held you close and whispered them, and kissed you the same as always. 

She treats you no differently. You let yourself soften in the reality of a devotion that only Ginger can give. 

But you knew she was under-reacting. 

You walk into your living room a week later and see Ginger sitting on the couch, your rapist beaten within an inch of their life, bound and gagged at her feet. Her face lights up when she sees you. She grins like a wolf, canines sharper than usual. 

She stomps on their head as she skips to greet you, grabbing you by the hips. She ignores your gaping mouth when she kisses your cheek affectionately, “Brought you a little gift, baby.” 

“I almost just killed them, but I wasn’t sure if you wanted-”

“Wanted to what, Ging?” You cut her off, breathless, eyes glued to that hauntingly familiar face.

“Wanted the chance to make them suffer, before they die.” Ginger whispers, staring at you so lovingly you almost start to cry.

You tug her into your arms and laugh wetly when she starts to purr. You can see the way her tail wags beneath her skirt. She’s always so eager to please.

“I don’t know if I can do that, Ginger.” You admit into the skin of her neck. 

“Sure you can.” Ginger coos, taking you by the hands and leading you over to the shivering body on the ground. “I’ll show you how.”

She takes off the gag so you can hear the screams better. 

[dating-villains]

Nancy Downs x reader

You was another student of Nancy's high school and even before you met you heard a lot of rumours about group of girls suspected about being witches. Gossip were spreading fast and made Nancy famous but not liked, especially considering the fact it was catholic school. Most of students avoided her - hard to say why. People seemed to fear than Nancy and her friends can hex them but that was too irrational and you had no idea why everybody believed in that madness

Ironically you met because of Nancy's bad fame. You were very curious about infamous student and decided to talk to her during one break when she was sitting as usually with Bonnie, Rochelle and Sarah

I guess her friends accepted you in their group sooner than Nancy. She's just very distrustful and suspecting about new people trying to befriend her. For a few first days she stayed silent or said a few sarcastic comments about your classmates and you was mostly discussing with her friends. Eventually Nancy decided you're not so bad as the rest of your school and you began to talk.

It took some time (as I said, she's very distrustful and slowly gets attached to other people) but one day you became a couple

Nancy is one of the most supporting. If anybody bothers you, she will stand up for you (and probably hex them, you can't stop her). Anybody who makes nasty comments about her boyfriend will see the wrath of a witch

She's very fierce in everything she does and it has some disadvantages. Nancy is very jealous an possesive. It comes from her insecurities but she easily becomes suspecting when she thinks you may leave her. Honestly, she would be the happiest if you hadn't any other friends taking your time, so you would hang out only with her and her group.

She won't admit it but she loves cuddles. It makes her feel safe and peaceful.

Somebody: Are you a big spoon or little spoon?

Nancy: I'm not a spoon, I'm a knife

Y/n, from across the room: She's a little spoon

Ofc if you're together, she tells you about the whole craft thing. If you doesn't believe, she will show you a few tricks (levitating Rochelle? Why not)

She's very grateful that you don't leave her or hate her for being a witch (if you left her, Nancy would probably hex you but don't talk about it)

You always comfort Nancy when she argued with her shitty parents. She doesn't like to talk about it, even her friends know little about her home life but you're the person Nancy trust most. She just likes to rest her head on your shoulder and tell all her problems, knowing that you won't tell it's her fault or try to give her advices but you will just be there. With her.

She often calls you to meet and go somewhere when she's in really bad mood and needs to leave her problems for a moment. Her favourite place is the beach but Nancy prefer to go there on evening when there's no people and there are only you and ocean so she can scream her problems into endless expanse of the dark water what brings her strange relief. Sometimes you light the bonfire - these are the greatest evenings.

[tjthekpoplover]

Could you do the craft where nancy, bonnie and Rochelle obsessed over female reader please?

OMG YES!!!! So happy I finally got a request!! :)

Why Are You So Obsessed With Me?

Nancy, Rochelle & Bonnie (all separate)X fem reader

Nancy:

When she’s obsessed with someone, she’ll most likely stalk them.

I could see her follow behind you like prey

Nancy’s so obsessed that it might be an extreme problem.

Would 100% sneak into your house and just look at you

Little story:

You felt someone watching you while you were walking to your apartment. It felt like…….they were staring through your soul. You turn around and no one was there. So you just brushed it off as being paranoid. Until you turned back around and POOF! There she was. Nancy in the flesh.

Rochelle:

I feel like she’ll be casual about it

She won’t act obsessed when you first meet her but when she laid her eyes on you, she’s hooked

Would always compliment you.

Always listens to you.

She has all the stuff you like in a notebook. So if it’s your birthday she’ll get you something you’ll like

Little Story:

You were hanging out with Rochelle in the park; just talking to each other. Then Rochelle remembers something. “I went to the store yesterday and I found something that reminded me of you.” She said softly. You hummed and looked at her. “What would that be?” You asked. Then Rochelle reached into her pocket and grabbed out a necklace. “I thought it might match your eyes. And I know you love necklaces….” She said softly. You had soft blush on your cheeks. “Thank you. Can you help me put it on?” You asked and Rochelle nods. You had this dorky smile on.

Bonnie:

Bonnie would definitely check you out all the time.

She would secretly look at your ass (like in the movie) and flirt with you.

I feel like she’ll be protective.

She’ll definitely have some form of pictures of you somewhere in her room

I feel like she’ll might say dirty things to you just to make you all flustered

Would always smile and giggle around you

It wouldn’t he obvious that Bonnie is obsessed with you

Little story:

You were at Bonnie’s house lying in her bed, talking to her. When all of a sudden Bonnie said, “Y’know…..you have a nice ass.” You whip your head around; face turning pink. “Bonnie!” “What? It’s true! You have a really nice ass!” She giggles. You just rolled your eyes. “I’m starting to think you like me or something.” Bonnie shot you a quick glare. “W-what?!” She said shockingly. “You heard me.” Bonnie was stunned but grinned after. “Maybe I do. What are you gonna do about it? Hm? I think you need to kiss me.” You were shocked. “You’re joking right, Bonnie?” Bonnie shook her head no. “I didn’t know you swung that way.” You said under your breath; making Bonnie chuckle. “I’ve always have. I’ve been obsessed with you for awhile now.”

[f1nalboys]

THE CRAFT

NANCY DOWNS

-nancy getting with himbo!reader (masc!amab!reader, nsfw, req)

-fucked up kiss prompt 11 and 16 (req)

-kinktober ‘21

ROCHELLE

BONNIE

[dimitrescus-bitch]

Seer (Nancy Downs x Reader)

You shot up in bed, clutching your heart and trying to catch your breath. The haunting image of Nancy strapped a bed in the hospital had shaken you to your core. Sure, your love with Nancy was young love, but you genuinely felt like she was the person for you. Everything had felt so real and despite the fact that you loved Nancy and tried to think she’d do what was right, you knew that it was very possible for her to do the horrible things you’d seen. So, you stayed up trying to figure out what you’d say to Nancy to convince her not to go through with whatever she was planning with Sarah and Chris. 

“You look rough,” Bonnie said as she got into your car. You had lived across the street from Bonnie your entire life. You had been there before the scars and you were there for her right after she’d gotten them. She was one of the few true friends that you’d managed to make. “Another dream?” 

“Bad one. I need to talk to Nancy, I’m scared she’d gonna hurt herself,” you said and Bonnie sighed. She knew all about the dreams and that they had a tendency of coming true. In fact, you’d known that something was going to happen to Bonnie, but instead of listening to you, your parents sent you away for a couple of months to “get help.” 

“She’ll listen to you. Even if she acts like it’s a pain,” Bonnie said and you wished that she’d been right. Nancy’s jealous streak was showing in regards to Sarah and Chris. It hurt a bit, to know that you weren’t necessarily the only person that she wanted, but you pushed down those thoughts. Your focus was on convincing Nancy to keep a level head for whatever was coming. 

“Good morning,” you greeted your girlfriend. Nancy barely turned to face you when you leaned in for a kiss. “Can I talk to you?” 

“Make it quick.” Nancy’s tone was a bit clipped. You dragged her away where she could focus on what you were saying to her. “You sleep okay?” 

“Not really no. That’s what I want to talk to you about. Some pretty heavy stuff is going to be happening and I need you to make good decisions Nancy. Please, I need you to keep a level head and don’t get jealous. Remember that I’m always gonna be right here for you because I love you. I’m yours and you’re mine. You are all I need babe.” Nancy eyed you as your tone got more and more desperate. Nothing you said got through to her though because that weekend, she fucked up. 

You hadn’t been there, but everybody was talking about the tragic death of Chris Hooker. Some said it was a suicide, some said it was murder. You knew Nancy did it and that Sarah wouldn’t squeal on her. Sarah bound her though and Nancy didn’t like that one bit. You’d gone to Sarah first and asked her not to, but she hadn’t listened. Your warning had sounded more like you needed her help to get Nancy somewhere to think. So, she bound Nancy from doing harm and then Nancy enlisted Rochelle and Bonnie, who you didn’t get a chance to warn. 

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“Thank you for meeting me here,” you said as Sarah sat down across from you. “I know that this is a bit out of the way for you.” 

“It’s the least I could do. Have Bonnie and Rochelle talked to you yet?” Sarah asked and you shook your head. “How long have you been living out here?” 

“Six months or so. Cost a lot less to see Nancy if I’m close by. A lot went down that night and I want to make sure that we’re okay. To have someone who knew Nancy before would be nice and so far, you’re the only one who has answered my calls,” you told Sarah. It was nice to be able to talk about your situation with someone, even if they were sort of the reason for half of it. Nancy was, of course, to blame for the other half, but if Sarah had listened to you, maybe things would have been different. 

“Of course. If you ever find yourself back in the city, come and see me. I know that it’s not exactly full of friendly faces, but I’d be glad to have you. It’s nice to see that you’re okay Y/n,” Sarah said. You had to leave soon after that, so you showed her out and then headed over to see Nancy. The orderly greeted you with the same sympathetic look he always had, walked you to Nancy’s room, and then left you alone with her. 

“Hi Nancy,” you greeted your girlfriend. She was sedated with her eyes open, but not looking at anything in particular. The mornings were always the worst for you to see her, but you stayed anyways. You’d sit there and hold her hand until the sedatives wore off and she’d start screaming about witches and her powers. 

The sedatives worked as suppressors because Nancy’s power hadn’t been one that Sarah could have taken away. Sure, she was bound from harm still, but Nancy still had her powers. Occasionally, whenever it was just the two of you and she’d managed to fall asleep without sedatives, she’d float in her sleep. The restraints only let her get so high, but she was still floating above her bed and it gave you hope that maybe one day, things could be normal for the two of you. Or at least, that your normal could be something other than you living in the middle of nowhere by yourself and spending your free time in the institution with Nancy.

“Y/n,” Nancy whispered and you glanced at her. “I should have listened.”

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How about a Nancy downs fluff where the reader is her soulmate? Like witch thing,,, but its a rare thing and she doesn't end up in the hospital? And her friends are like very happy for her ? x fem!reader if that's okay! And maybe she's a witch too! But if you wanna make it interesting. She's a half witch 👀 I'm glad you write for her lmao

Hey!!! Thanks for asking for Nancy, I love her so much <3 Hope you don’t mind I did some soulmate au headcanons <3

Soulmate AU:

You've always had the ability to experience your dreams vividly. When you wake up, you rarely forget them. Even more, you often feel this comforting presence in your dreams, as if someone is there experiencing it with you. You were never sure what this meant, but as an adult growing more interested in spiritualism and witchcraft, you assumed it was the universe or a deity of sorts trying to tell you something. Of what, you were unsure, but through meditation, you had begun to get used to its calming presence, whatever it was. 

When you entered college, that feeling became stronger than it ever had been in your life. Unsure of what was going on, you went through your days as usual but slightly on guard. It wasn't until you went to the library that you finally understood what was going on. You were scouring the empty aisles of books late in the evening when you turned the corner and bumped into someone that made your heart stop. Her name was Nancy Downs, as you later came to find out after an awkward exchange of introductions. After a moment of silence, she chuckled in embarrassment as she bluntly asked, "Look, I think we both are getting the same feeling here. How about I buy you a coffee and we get to know each other better?" 

The two of you wandered around campus, nowhere to go and coffees in hand as the two of you talked about yourselves. It turned out she was a witch just like you and had been having the same feelings of warmth and comfort in her dreams that you had been feeling for all this time. It felt like a huge relief to know you weren't going crazy, and she said she felt the same way. You really admired Nancy and just how outgoing and no-nonsense she was. She spoke her mind and didn't give a damn what anyone thought. But when it came to you, she let you speak without interruptions, her blue eyes accented by gothic-styled makeup not leaving yours for a second. She made you feel seen and heard, and it was the best feeling in the world. 

Shortly after your first meeting, she introduced you to her friends Bonnie and Rochelle, who seemed happy to have a new friend and witch included in their coven. You didn't think it would be so easy, but because they trusted Nancy and could also feel the genuine feelings that radiated from the two of you. All of your energies seemed to work with each other as well, and soon you had a group of new friends as well as your soulmate. 

While Nancy tends to be very standoffish and confrontational to other people, she is very protective of you. Even at the slightest of potential threats, she stands in front of you, chin raised and jaw tensing as she practically glares daggers into the poor sap that happened to cross your path. Even with reassuring her, she gets very possessive and holds your hand tightly or wraps her arm around your middle as she walks away with you. 

Nancy takes being your soulmate seriously, which is why she is so defensive of you. She spent so long not knowing who you were, and now that you're here she's going to make up for the lost time. Expect lots of dates and hangouts, Nancy really just wants to be in your presence as often as she can. 

You're the only one who gets to see Nancy’s softer side. Nancy will only talk about her deepest fears and wishes with you, knowing you would never judge her in a million years. And you feel the same with her, feeling a weight off your chest knowing you have someone who will always be there for you. 

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For my 5 The Craft fandomers 💔