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coentinim · 21 days
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Doing the kai requests? ❌️
James again? ✅️🥰☺️
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Thank you for feeding us the laughingstock <3
you're so Welcome! its entirely Voluntary! i have Every Choice On The Matter!
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vajazzly · 29 days
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the fact that we didnt get quentyn "awkward virgin boyfailure" martell in the show is a travesty. a crime. hes so doomedcore. so cringe.
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missingn000 · 1 year
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starg1rlie · 1 year
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HIIIIII LEOOOOO!!! STARBABY YAAAAYYY i was so happy when i saw the notification and even more when i finished reading!!! WOOOO THAT WAS SO GOOD I FELT SO REFRESHED thank you for the GOD TIER WORK!! No pressure in updates or anything else, take care and i hope you're safe and healthy ♡
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HOSHIIII! HIHI!! you legit have no idea how happy you make me whenever i see your user pop up in my inbox like- HDHSHDHSHDSHWKLAJWLA YOU MAKE MY DAY LOVE,, pshh- nawhhhh, it ain't god-tier work. just a lil' something that isn't proof-read that i wanted to post to, yk, get it out of my system. ehe <3 my update schedule will deffo remain inconsistent with my hiatus and everything, but i'll DEF tag you in any childe fics i write in the future!! i love to see you and everyone else's comments and interactions, it just makes me incredibly weepy an' giddy inside. i'm both safe and healthy, and i hope that you're doing the same HOSHI!
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shotmrmiller · 3 months
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Need more of alpha ghost and his petty omega!! Why do I love them so much
because everyone wishes to be petty omega.
Someone with a spine, who doesn't fold with a couple of pretty words from a big, strong, virile male.
not me tho, yall stay safe.
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Ghost doesn't know what to do. He's tried to chat you up about anything else other than everyday things, and you won't budge. He knows your heat is right around the corner, and to be completely honest, he's afraid you would rather suffer through it alone than ask for his help.
Every courting gift he sends you, is sent back.
In pieces.
He doesn't understand, isn't this what you wanted from him in the first place?
Why are you being so difficult?
"Difficult?!" you snarl.
"I'll show you fucking difficult."
And you do. Oh, you do. He bites into his tongue, blood flowing into his mouth and spilling from his lips when your heat begins. When he is forced to smell the thick, intoxicating scent of your arousal that permeates the air.
He's being physically held back by Soap, Gaz, and Price to stop him from barging into your room because he hears your sweet mewls, and his need to be with you overrides any logical thought in his head.
Ghost goes into a frenzy, all claws and bared, sharp teeth.
Bond. Mate. Breed. Protect. Cherish. Treasure. Love.
He's in agony, and he hears you be in it too. You're both so miserable and the fact that you would rather suffer this torment than have him help through another heat of yours sends a rush of sudden ice-cold clarity through his body.
Ghost lets out a sound that startles the men in the room, and they stare at him with gaping mouths and wide eyes.
Ghost whined.
And he does it again, louder.
Why don't you want him?
How does he fix this?
Is it too late?
The thought of it is so painful, that he whines with a slightly open mouth this time, and it has the guys wincing at the noise that reverberates inside the room.
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azure-cherie · 10 months
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𝑷𝑨𝑪 : 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇
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Pile - 1-2-3
Please choose with your intuition. Only take what you can relate to as this is a general reading
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❦︎𝓟𝓲𝓵𝓮 1:
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Hii dear pile 1 I hope yall have been well . No matter how much you like to be in the shades or how much you are of an introvert , did you know that you make n excellent leader , that under your guidance, finest of the lillies shall bloom . You might think that you ar a thinker but my dear , your gut feelings are stronger and lead you better , you better start acknowledging them , don’t lose your command on who you actually are , your gift can save you . You're well balanced , being a little more organised is something you really wanted to be for a long time, and you don’t have to sabotage yourself thinking youre not already , you are really doing good and you will continue to do it , sometimes its okay to leave room for unpredictability . You sometimes feel scared of things , get into the depth of this matter , is this coming from an older thought you have . Are you letting go of an important material prospect excusing saying its because you have been spiritually involved . For ex : even though you have to save up for the month , you tend to buy weed , just an example tho . Youre going towards something coz you think you like it , in this case it might be a relationship , but do you seee this person reciprocting or are just going mindlessly into the abyss , spirit wants you to take some time and evaluate your choices . Please don’t sabotage yourself into thinking that your struggles are less than anyone elses , recognise and accept that you have toxic parents and that life can go wrong . You bring people with so much clarity about themselves , like you are a start for spiritual awakening for people .you might have suffered a great loss and might be lowkey right now , but to lt you know , these people hold no grudge and judgements and they already love you , think youre confident and outgoing , this applies for family and close friends .
❦︎𝓟𝓲𝓵𝓮 2 :
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Hii dear pile 2 I hope yall have been well. You right now might have been isolated because you confronted someone for their ill doings , you did what should be done and it has left you alone and you might be confused about what has happened and why , but don’t worry this thing that has occurred is a building block to what you are becoming in the near future. You are really a loyal friend , do not worry about what others say or do. Youre very abundant and you draw so much inspiration from everything around you , what others don’t see , you see , you do it so well . You might be overusing your resources , to a point where you could face problems so be head on about where and how you are spending your money . You're intuitive , you might be a witch , someone from your blood line was one , you are also blessed with those powers . They try to give you signals through your dreams , learn to see the meaning behind those common looking words . You have achieved a lot , almost to the point of satisfaction , now you want to call people over and celebrate so mote it be you are a party girl and its amazing . Youre analytical , perfectly intelligent and logical and at times you feel shy to accept compliments but that’s just who you are so accept and cherish it . Lastly I get you might be obsessing over something and ignoring whats already there , already handed to you , don’t loose what you have because of a delusion .
❦︎𝓟𝓲𝓵𝓮 3 :
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Hi dear pile 3 , hope y'all have been good . You don’t know that youre in love , because of something that has happened in the past has lead you to close your heart , youree beautiful but broken , but I don’t see that as being much of a concern for you right now as youre very slef assured and satisfied with what you do , a change is necessary . For the other lot of you , this is a confirmation for you to get married , yes the love has carried on , don’t be afraid of commitment . You have a very good communication style and people value what you have to say . I also get that some of you might be dissociating bad, like not realising that something has happened to you , being one of those people who shut themselves when something happens to them . Open your eyes youre not what they made you , you will be what you choose to be , you think the damages are irreversible but you got a long way to go , chin up bestie . You have achieved my dear you must treat yourself with something , maybe velvet cake or cheese cake , that’s what I get specifically . Take a break and leave for a vacation alone you have worked so hard already . Some of you here are starseeds , indigo children , you should connect to your soul family , they are always rooting for you . If you are a person who stays in the middle of arguments in work area , its okay that doesn’t give you less personality , infact you are benefitting by being in the middle as most of the people in your work place are too opionated or too judgemental . Your focus should definitely be you always.
Thank you so much for reading i hope this resonates
love love 💕
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stevie-petey · 4 months
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episode two: trick or treat, freak
 “Why do you only ever care about me when I’m some kicked fucking puppy?” Steve’s words are vicious, and you flinch at his tone. “You know that’s not true,” “It’s not?” He scoffs at you. “Then explain what happened this summer.” “I…” You can’t.  Steve sees your reluctance to say anything and lets out a harsh laugh. “Yeah, whatever. Some real fucking friend you were.”
Summary: you and nancy have a bonding session in the library (kinda hot tbh), billy gives jonathan and steve a common cause to unite on: Protect Y/N, you're a chauffeur to a very sad steve harrington, and dustin uses will's trauma to his advantage.
Rating: general, slight cursing
Warnings: fem!reader, use of y/n, slight sexual harassment (billy corners reader and is gross), cursing, alcohol
Words: 7.9k
Before you swing in: hello ! new chapter, we've arrived at halloween !! i finally get to have a fun authors note comment: i crashed my car lol. i'm fine tho and i hope yall enjoy and like what ive done and changed a bit with this episode. i had fun coming up with costume ideas for the reader, i think the character fits her well :) and before i go: i start school next week, so updates will def be coming a bit slower after this. anyways, happy reading !
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The Henderson house is pure chaos morning of Halloween. 
Dustin is running around the house, screaming about how his costume has to be absolutely perfect and that if you don’t hurry up with the jack-o-lantern pancakes then he’s going to just leave without eating breakfast. Meanwhile your mother is running after him, straightening his suit and tidying his hair. 
“The pancakes are almost done, my god.” You flip the last pancake, but in your rush the jack-o-lantern’s smile turns into more of a grimace, but hey, food is food. You quickly set Dustin’s plate down on the table and practically shove him into the seat. 
“Eat.”
“But my proton blaster–”
“Is on the steps, I’ll grab it. Eat, I want pictures with you.” You kiss the top of your brother’s head and then run over to grab his costume’s prop. 
“I’m thirteen now, I don’t need my sister doting on me–” Dustin complains, but then his eyes land on the mini Reese’s Pieces you’ve decorated his pancakes with and quickly changes his tone. “Oh! Candies! Yummy!”
You laugh at him and bring his backpack over. The Ghostbusters matching costume idea that boys have planned for today makes you want to just sweep them all into your arms and kiss their tiny little faces. They may be getting older with crushes and angsty feelings, but they’re still the same nerdy little boys you met when you were twelve. 
Dustin wolfs down his pancakes and your mom prepares her camera. You woke up earlier than usual this morning specifically so that you could make Dustin’s annual Halloween pancakes and then take pictures of him with his costume on. As soon as he’s done eating, you and your mom whisk him towards the fireplace for pictures. 
“Oh, I want to see those pearls!” Your mother squeals as she takes a million pictures of Dustin. When he smiles, she loses her mind. “Yeah! Lovely, I love it!”
You’re just as ecstatic as your mom. “Who you gonna call Dustin?”
“Ghostbusters!” He sings along, holding up his proton blaster with an even wider smile on his face. 
It’s a happy morning. 
Dustin puts on a show as he poses for your mom, and you even join in for some. Sure, you aren’t in costume, but who knows how many more mornings like these you have left? Dustin is getting older, all the boys are, so you plan on cherishing these mornings for as long as possible. 
You and Dustin are giggling as you now stand back to back, him holding his blaster and you holding up finger guns, and your mom is taking multiple final pictures when Jonathan arrives. He knocks on the door before letting himself in. When he sees you and Dustin posing, he starts loudly belting the Ghostbusters song. 
“God, bee. At least let my coffee kick in before you subject me to your horrible singing.” You playfully groan, grabbing your own backpack and pancakes to eat on the road. 
Jonathan ignores your teasing and ruffles Dustin’s hair. “Nice costume, bud.”
Dustin, seemingly still holding a grudge against the guy after your conversation from last night, slaps his hand away and glares at him. “Don’t mess up the hair.”
Your brother proceeds to stare Jonathan down, gives him an “I’m watching you” gesture, and then walks out the front door without any further words. You, Jonathan, and your mom all stand in the living room in varying states of emotions. You’re trying not to laugh at your brother’s antics, your mom is happily looking at the photos she took, and Jonathan is standing there in complete confusion. 
“What was that about?” He asks you, slightly hurt by Dustin’s rebuff. 
“Shhh,” you hand him a plate of pancakes and then walk towards the front door. “Let’s get to school, bee.”
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At school, the mullet guy from yesterday finds you at your locker as soon as Jonathan has walked away. The two of you had been running behind schedule, so you’d told Jonathan to head to first period so at least he’d be on time while you tried to find your history textbook. 
As you’re digging through your locker, the mullet guy stalks up behind you. 
“I never got your name,” he says with a breathy voice, standing way too close behind you. 
You straighten your back, but don’t turn around. You know that if you do, the guy will only get a kick out of having your face close to his. “You never asked.”
“So there’s some sass to you underneath all that sweetness.” His breath hits the back of your neck and you shiver, but in a way that makes you feel dirty and unclean. 
“What do you want?” You ask the guy, your fingers wrapping around the textbook that you’ve finally found. If needed, you’re sure it’ll make a handy weapon. It’s only you and the guy in the hallway. Everyone else has holed up in class and you’re now regretting sending Jonathan away. You feel trapped, vulnerable, and you hate it. 
Mullet man chuckles deeply, his voice reverberating against your back. “Nothing yet. Just thought I’d introduce myself to such a pretty face.” 
You don’t say anything, your fingers only tighten around your textbook. If he gets any closer, you’ll swing. 
Though you can’t see him, you can feel his eyes flicker to your textbook and he lets out another cruel laugh. “Loosen up, sweetheart, I won’t hurt ya.” You don’t move, and he seems to get another kick out of this. “My name is Billy. Remember that for me, alright?”
Finally Billy steps away from you and you slowly release all the tension that’s built up within you. You still don’t turn around, he hasn’t left yet, but your hands are shaking a bit and you feel unsteady. 
“Would you do me a favor, Billy?” Your voice is steady, there’s no trace of the fear within you.
“I’m listening,” Billy is practically purring and you want to gag at how much his cockiness oozes around you. 
You turn, now finally facing him, and slam your textbook against Billy’s chest. “Learn some fucking personal space.” 
Billy’s only reaction is a smile, which only makes you more uncomfortable, but you refuse to show him this. Instead, you square your shoulders and walk towards your first class. You’ve dealt with assholes in the past; you’ve known Steve Harrington since you were twelve. But Billy is different. 
You’re not sure if you want to find out just how different he is from Steve. 
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Another small highlight of your school year so far has been your study sessions in the library with Nancy resuming. The two of you had drifted apart this summer, you just rarely ever saw the girl in between your hectic work schedule and her dates with Steve, but from the first day of junior she’s helped you with your math equations and you’ve helped her with her english essays. 
It’s a good trade off and you’ve enjoyed spending time with the girl. Unlike last year, Jonathan doesn’t join anymore. He can’t be too close with her now that she’s back with Steve. So, it’s just you and her for an hour every day during study hall. It’s nice, if you’re being honest.
Today though there’s something off with Nancy. 
She’s been tapping her pencil on the table for the last few minutes. Right before you can politely ask her to stop, the tip of the pencil snaps in half. She sighs. “Shit,” 
“There’s a sharpener over by the window,” you point towards the general direction. “Sharpen your pencil before these equations officially end my life.”
Nancy laughs, excusing herself and walks over to the sharpener. 
You focus back on your homework, the equations swimming around in your brain. It’s not that you’re necessarily bad at math, but you’re no whiz at it either. You get lost in the practice problems, erasing and re-erasing frequently, and you don’t realize just how long Nancy has been gone until she returns. She sits down, and you’re about to make a horrible joke about how stupid it is to find x, when you notice how shaken Nancy looks. 
“Woah, hey.” You set your pencil down and turn your attention to Nancy. “Are you okay? You look upset.” 
Nancy looks towards one of the library’s private study rooms and you see Steve’s retreating figure. You gather that something’s happened between them, but it confuses you because they’ve been nothing but lovey dovey ever since they got back together. What could possibly cause strife between them? 
“C’mon, you can talk to me. I’m known for my fantastic advice.” You probe again, and this time Nancy lets out a soft chuckle. 
“It’s… complicated.” 
“Take all the time you need. I’ve been stuck on question five for like, twenty minutes now. Any distractions are welcomed.” 
Now Nancy lets out a genuine laugh and you find yourself laughing as well. The storminess behind her eyes from earlier has lessened, she looks more relaxed now. Once she’s done laughing, she takes a deep breath and starts from the beginning. “Steve and I have been having dinner with Barb’s parents.”
When Barb’s name leaves Nancy’s lips, you feel your stomach twist with guilt. Had you known this would be about Barb, you wouldn’t have pestered Nancy so much into speaking. You know how much she misses her best friend still, no one blames her. 
“Well that sounds nice,” you try to comfort. “I’m sure they appreciate your company.”
Nancy bites her lip and looks away from you. “They wouldn’t if they knew Steve and I killed Barb.”
Shock washes over you. “Can I ask for some context?”
“Steve and I… When I forced Barb to come to his stupid party with me, we–we left her alone that night. By the pool…” Nancy’s voice cracks, and you grab her hand to encourage her to keep going. “We went upstairs to have sex, and Barb–she didn’t want me to leave her alone but I–I did and–”
You remember the photos Jonathan took last year, specifically the one where Barb had been sitting all by herself along the pool’s edge. Behind her had been a shadowy figure, a monster you soon would learn was from an alternate dimension with an intent to kill. 
“You think Barb died because you left her alone to go have sex with Steve.” You finish for Nancy, her tears rendering her unable to say more. 
She nods, looking away again as more tears stream down her face. You feel horrible for her, knowing first hand just how cruelly guilt can eat away at someone. Jonathan doesn’t know this, but you still think you’re the reason Will disappeared last year. You were the one who left him alone that night. If you had been there, if you had dropped him off at the Byers’ doorstep, you’re sure that he would’ve never ended up facing the horrors that he did. 
As for Nancy, you understand everything she’s feeling and more. It isn’t fair how one simple choice, one moment of selfishness, can lead to such tragedy and pain. 
Cautiously, you ask Nancy a question. “Does Steve know about the guilt you feel?” 
“He knows, but he doesn’t understand.” Nancy’s voice laces with grief and bitterness. “He found me by the pencil sharpener. There was this girl, she looked so much like Barb and I just… I zoned out. I was stuck there, thinking about her, when he found me.” 
“Did he notice you were upset?”
“Of course he noticed. He’s Steve, I could shed a single tear and he’d be all over me like I’m some baby.” Nancy scoffs, which makes you frown. You’re not sure what’s so wrong with that, having someone so attuned to your emotions because they love you that deeply. 
You push aside your thoughts, however. “What happened, then?”
“We went into a study room and I snapped.” Nancy’s close to tears again. “I just… I want to tell Barb’s parents what really happened. They’re selling their house, Y/N. They’re selling their own home to afford this private detective who promised them he’d find out what happened to her. What–what kind of person would I be if I let my best friend’s parents go bankrupt for being worried about their only child?”
“Nancy…”
“And Steve, he just… He told me it was a bad idea, that–that our families could get hurt and all that bullshit, but what am I supposed to do? I’m trying to figure something out, to fix this, and Steve just wants to go to some stupid party and pretend everything is okay?” Nancy is almost shouting now, and you nervously look around to make sure you're not disturbing anyone. It’s still a library, after all.
Nancy takes a few seconds to collect herself, to steady her breathing and control her anger. You let her take all the time she needs, and when she seems calm enough, you speak. “I understand where you’re coming from and why you’re upset. What happened to Barb is despicable, but… Well, I also agree with Steve.” 
“Y/N–”
“No, okay. Listen for a second,” you pause, trying to figure out exactly how to say what you’re thinking. “I think Steve means well, he doesn’t have a malicious bone in that silly body. The Halloween party can be a good thing for you if you let it, a way to destress. You have to move on, you have to allow yourself to move on.”
Nancy tries to argue some more but you continue. “I understand your guilt better than anyone else, I was the one who lost Will that night. But we all signed those contracts, Nancy. If we told anyone what really happened to Barb… It wouldn’t be fair to everyone who gets hurt, all our family members, because we broke a legal oath. You understand that, right?”
“I understand, but it’s not fucking fair.” Nancy’s eyes have a determination in them that startles you. You’ve always known that she was fierce, but seeing the edge in her eyes almost scares you. She’s angry, more than you’ve ever seen her before. 
You sigh. “I know, I wish I could do more, but…”
Nancy nods, understanding that there’s not much else you guys can do. You hate to let her down like this, you know she needs to hear something else, to feel supported, but you don’t know what else to tell her. 
Steve’s right in his own way, and so is Nancy. 
“Can you at least come to the party tonight?” Nancy softly pleads. “It’s just, I’ll feel more comfortable with you there, like I’m less crazy… I mean, that is if you even want to come and–”
“Of course I’ll come, Nance.” You don’t even hesitate to promise her this, nor do you realize that you’ve just called her “Nance”. It slipped from your tongue naturally, as if solidifying your friendship with the girl. You hate parties and loud crowds, but if Nancy needs you there by her side, to hold her hand and remind her of how brave she is, then you’ll happily do so. 
Nancy sinks into her seat, relieved. “Thank you, I owe you one.”
“I’ll hold you to that, you know.”
Nancy throws a piece of paper at you and you dodge it, throwing your pencil at her in retaliation. The two of you break out into a fit of giggles until the librarian eventually snaps at you guys and reminds you to be quiet. 
You reluctantly get back to work, and as you’re writing down more complex equations, you notice that there’s still a far off look in Nancy’s eyes. You know that she’s still thinking about Barb, the guilt eating away at her, and you know that the topic is far from settled.
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Halloween is in full swing the second Jonathan drops you off at home from school. There’s already kids milling around up and down your block in an assortment of costumes, all squealing with joy as they collect their candy. 
“Meet you in two hours?” You ask Jonathan as you unbuckle your seatbelt. 
“Yeah, but remember that I’m not wearing a costume.”
“C’mon, bee! It’s Halloween, where’s your holiday spirit?”
Jonathan groans. “Nag at me all you want, I’m not dressing up. I will, however, offer to be your arm candy.” 
“That’s the spirit!” You kiss Jonathan’s cheek and run out of the car and straight into your house. You have two hours to wrap up goodie bags for the neighborhood kids and then get dressed in your costume. It’ll be a tight schedule, but luckily you’re off of work tonight. 
It takes you about an hour to assort all your gift bags, separating the boys’ bags from the local kids’ bags, and before you know it you’ve successfully hand packaged goodie bags for an entire army. Once you’re done, you run to your room and throw on your costume. The dress slips over your head and settles gently over you.
You stand in front of your mirror and smile. 
It’s perfect. 
You’re going as Princess Buttercup tonight for Halloween. You read the Princess Bride around the end of summer and quickly fell in love with Buttercup. You’re not sure if you fell in love with the character because you read the book right after pushing Steve away, or because you saw yourself in Buttercup, but you came to adore her. 
Buttercup may have been a bit ditzy, but she loved with everything within her, and with such a passion, that you couldn’t help but admire her. It was her love for others that ultimately drove the story further, and you think there’s something beautiful about that. 
The red dress fits perfectly around you and you grab the gold chain that will serve as your belt. Once you’ve secured it around yourself, you place Buttercup’s golden circlet around your head. The costume had been pricier than you would’ve preferred, but as you stand in front of the mirror, you truly do feel like a princess. 
Your bee necklace, a wonderful gift from Jonathan, catches light from your window and you smile, bringing your fingers up to the pendant. It’s the only jewelry you need.
“Y/N! Are you almost done? Will radioed that they’d be here soon.” Dustin pounds on your door. 
You fling the door open. “I’m done, I just need to put on some makeup.”
Your brother makes a face as he walks into your room and plops himself down onto the beanbag. “You own makeup?”
“Yes, dear brother. I’d wear it more often if I had the time, but between herding you around and my school assignments, I can’t.” You dig through your makeup bag, opting for just mascara and a shimmery pearl eyeshadow. You’ll put on your lipstick in the car to save some time. 
“This doesn’t have anything to do with Jonathan, does it?”
You roll your eyes at Dustin. “No, believe it or not I can choose to do things without the influence of others.”
“Hmm, alright. Hurry up though, Mike had this awesome plan to hit up every house with the big candy bars and–”
“Dustin!” You throw a pillow at the boy, shutting him up. “Shush so I can focus.”
He grumbles but remains silent, now watching as you put your makeup on. It’s been a while since you’ve last worn any, so you’re slower than usual. Just as you’re finishing up your mascara, a car honks outside. 
Dustin runs out the room and you quickly grab your lipstick and follow after him. You’re wearing your mother’s mary janes again and they pinch your feet as you run, but whatever. You feel pretty tonight, you’re somebody else for now, a princess free from any burdens and stress. 
Jonathan is standing outside his car, waiting for you, and when you see him you practically fling yourself in his arms. “You dressed as Westley!”
He spins you around a bit, his plastic sword hitting against his leg. “You wanted me to wear a costume, right?”
You nod, inspecting his costume with glee. He looks amazing, dressed in Westley’s iconic all black attire, his sword by his side, and a mask tied loosely around his neck. To anyone else, Jonathan would look like a regular guy with an affinity for black, but to you, he was dressed as your knight in shining armor. 
He’s the Westley to your Princess Buttercup. 
Jonathan kisses your knuckles. “Well then, as you wish.”
His words are smooth velvet against your skin, they warm you as the late October air encases you. As you wish, words that became their own I love you within the book. A promise, similar to the one Jonathan made you last year in the passenger seat of his car, pinkies intertwined. 
Something stirs within you, seeing Jonathan’s proud smirk on his face because he’s once again managed to surprise you, and the feeling is sickly sweet like syrup. It runs through you slowly, covering every inch of you, and you bask in it.
For now, he’s still yours. 
“Can we go now? You guys are gross.” Dustin calls from the car, annoyed. 
You and Jonathan spring apart in embarrassment. He laughs, rubs the back of his neck, and tells you, “You look beautiful, Y/N.”
“Why thank you,” you curtsy. “You look rather dashing yourself, good sir.”
“I wasn’t kidding. You look… you’re beautiful.” The sincerity in Jonathan’s voice cuts through you, it cuts through everything between you, and you can only smile. 
“Thanks, bee.” You try to keep your voice playful, light and airy as always. “Now, open my door like the brave hero you’re dressed as.” 
Jonathan opens your door with a bow, causing you to laugh. You’re sitting in the backseat with Dustin, Will is in the passenger seat, and once you’ve buckled up, Will spins around in his seat to talk to you as Jonathan starts the car.
“Do you think it’s lame that you and Jonathan trick-or-treat with us?
You blink. “What did I miss?”
“I think it’s kinda lame,” Dustin voices next to you, but he lets out a pained squeak after you’ve elbowed his ribs. 
Jonathan turns onto the main road and scoffs at the boys. “You think we’re lame?”
“No, but…” Will sinks into his seat, and you watch as he begins to fiddle with the strap of his bag. He’s nervous. “It’s not like Nancy’s coming to watch over Mike, you know?”
Jonathan’s silent, and you catch his eye in the rear view mirror. You know what he’s thinking: Will has been having even more problems in school, he’s sick of being babied, and yet here you guys are, babying him. 
You sigh. “Look, Will. We like trick-or-treating with you guys, we don’t go are your babysitters. We go because it’s fun and I get to enjoy free candy as a sixteen year old.” 
Will looks out the window and doesn’t acknowledge what you’ve said. You sigh again, knowing that nothing will appease him. He’s only allowed you to see a small portion of how much he’s struggled this year, but you can see his foundations crumbling. 
How is he expected to adapt if you and everyone around him refuse to let him do so?
You catch Jonathan’s eye again in the rear view mirror and he seems to be thinking the same thing. 
Mike and Lucas run out the Wheeler’s house as soon as you guys park in the driveway. Dustin immediately bolts out the door to greet them, obviously uncomfortable with all the tension, leaving you and Jonathan with Will.
Jonathan looks at you one last time and you nod your head in encouragement. He has to do this, he has to let Will grow on his own. 
“Hey, listen.” Jonathan says, stopping Will from leaving. “If I let you go on your own, you promise to stay in the neighborhood?”
Will’s face lights up. “Yeah! Yeah, totally.”
“And be back at Mike’s by 9:00.”
“9:30?”
You reach over and pat Will’s back. “Now you’re pushin’ it, buddy.”
“What Y/N said. Be back by 9:00.” Jonathan instructs, but there’s a fond smile on his face. “Deal?”
“Deal!”
The brothers shake on it and you watch them with a smile. Jonathan hands Will one of Bob’s cameras and makes a poor Dracula joke and you love these boys so much. You wave goodbye to Will as he quickly gets out of the car and runs over to his friends. There’s a new skip in his step, he’s happier than you’ve seen him in a while.
“Alright,” you crawl over the passenger seat and plop yourself in rather ungracefully. “I’d say that went well.”
“We made the right choice, right?”
“I hope so.”
Jonathan sighs and watches the kids, who have now started hitting each other with their candy bags. You flip down the windscreen and use the small mirror in it to apply your lipstick. When Jonathan sees what you’re doing, he does a double take.
“Wait, are you putting on lipstick?”
“Mhm,” you knit your brows together, focused. “We’re going to a party.”
“We are?”
“Nancy begged me to come, and we just left the boys to go trick-or-treating on their own, so what else are we supposed to do tonight?”
“Nancy begged you to come–”
You finish your lipstick and flick Jonathan’s nose to shut him up. “Stop asking so many questions and just start the car, doofus.”
– 
The Halloween party is in full swing by the time you and Jonathan arrive. There’s a bunch of drunk teens in an array of costumes, ranging from classic heroes to dumb movie references, and the music is so loud you could hear it while you were still five blocks away. 
Jonathan parks the car and looks around wearily. “Are we really doing this?”
“Unfortunately I hate disappointing people, so yeah. We are.”
“One day your people pleasing needs will get you in trouble.”
“I will stab you with your plastic sword.”
“So sweet to me,” Jonathan quips, which you roll your eyes at. 
As you’re walking to the front door, you hear a crowd chanting Billy’s name. You freeze, knowing it could only be that awful mullet guy from earlier, and quickly shove Jonathan inside the house. 
“Who’s Billy?” He asks, confused.
You shake your head. “Don’t worry about it, let’s try to find Nancy–”
“Nice costume.” A girl dressed in goth attire interrupts you, her eyes only on Jonathan. 
Oh great. Another girl interested in Jonathan. 
Jonathan looks between you and the girl. “Huh?” 
“Nice costume. Going as a goth with a sword?”
“Actually,” you step in front of Jonathan now, forcing the girl to acknowledge your presence. “We’re matching. He’s Westley, I’m Princess Buttercup. Do you like it?”
The goth girl rolls her eyes. “Yeah, totally.” She steps past you and faces Jonathan again. “I’m Samantha.”
Jonathan is again looking between you and the girl, this time with even more fear and confusion on his face, and you almost want to laugh at him in pity. He’s never had a girl so blatantly hit on him, it’s almost hilarious if you ignore the fact that you’re in love with him. 
You leave Jonathan to handle the situation himself, scanning the room for Nancy. When you finally spot her, your heart sinks. She’s dancing with Steve, who looks fucking criminally good in his costume. You’re not sure who he’s dressed as, but he puts his Raybans in his mouth and smirks at Nancy and suddenly you understand why so many girls whisper in the halls about his lips. 
Nancy looks even better, her white blouse accentuating her beauty even more. She’s dancing with her arms around Steve and now you suddenly really want a drink. Seems like they’ve made up, then. 
Right as you’re about to pull Jonathan away from that Samantha girl and call it quits for the night, defeated and pride wounded, you see Steve and Nancy begin to argue over by the punchbowl.
Shit. 
You head towards them, shoving past hoards of people who seem to refuse to move. Nancy sees you approaching and only seems to become more upset. Her movement is unsteady, her eyes droopy and glossed over, and even before you walk up to her you know she’s heavily drunk. She’s in a tug of war with Steve and a cup. It’s clear he’s trying to cut off her alcohol intake.
“Hey, Nancy is everything okay–” Your words are cut off as punch splashes all over her white blouse.
Everyone around the couple gasps, and you wince at all the attention. Everyone stares between you, Steve, and Nancy. You quickly find some napkins and begin blotting at her blouse, trying to get as much of the punch out of it, but she drunkenly bats you away. 
“Don’t need help,” she slurs, but you shush her. 
“I got it, why don’t we go get some water?”
Steve steps in front of you now, aware of the fact that everyone is still staring, and says his first words to you in months. “She’s my girlfriend, I’ll take care of her. Just… just go, Y/N.” 
He dismisses you with a wave and you feel hurt wash over you. He hadn’t even spared you a single glance, he just treated you like some annoying fly in his way. You watch, defeated, as Steve guides Nancy to a room and you’re left alone at a party you hadn’t even wanted to go to in the first place. 
How fun. 
You crumble up one of the napkins in your hand and will away your anger. You don’t deserve to feel angry at Steve’s actions, you’re the one who was so dismissive of him in the first place. He’s just following along, doing what you’ve forced him to do. 
As you’re lost in thought, Billy corners you in the kitchen.
“We meet again, sweetheart.” His breath reeks of alcohol and you cringe, the smell burning your nose. 
“Didn’t I tell you to learn some goddamn personal space?” 
Billy laughs dryly, stepping forward every time you take a step back. Too late, you realize what he’s doing. Before you can stop it, he has your back pressed against a nearby wall. “Now where’s the fun in that?”
You look around, but everyone who had been in the kitchen earlier seems to have left or are far too drunk to realize what’s happening. Billy is peering over you and every part of you wants to run away, to cower. You’ve never been able to handle aggressive men well, no matter how much of a front you put on around Lonnie, you always trembled when he was near. 
Billy is no different, and he sees your unease. “Aw, is the princess nervous?”
“I’m surprised Max taught you what a princess looks like.”
At the mention of Max’s name, Billy’s cocky grin slips. Confusion masks his face now, making him appear more human than obnoxiously handsome. “So you know my little sister?”
You try to shove past him, but Billy plants his feet down and places both arms against the wall, trapping you. He’s surrounded you, he wants a reaction out of you. Taking a deep breath, you force yourself to steady your heartbeat and appear indifferent. 
“I have my ways,” you shrug, but your heartbeat still pounds rapidly. 
Billy raises an eyebrow. “Pretty and intelligent. Why, look at you. I’m impressed, and yet I still don’t know your name.”
You try again to move, but Billy leans his head down and brings his lips to your ear to whisper, “I’ll beg for it, if you want me to.”
“Get off–” He’s too close. He’s too fucking close and his lips against your ear makes you want to throw up, you don’t like this and you feel so fucking pathetic being cornered by such an egotistical asshole. 
“Tell me your name, and I’ll go.” There’s a smile in Billy’s voice, you can hear it without even having to look, and it enrages you. You fucking hate men like him. 
“Just get the fuck off of me–” You’ve closed your eyes now as you shove harshly against his chest.
Suddenly there’s a thud, a loud “oomph”, and a collective gasp from onlookers at the party. Your hands meet the air, there’s now no one there to push against. Slowly, open your eyes. There, standing in front of you, is Steve holding a very angry Jonathan back while Billy is on the ground.
Jonathan yanks his arm free from Steve and stands over Billy, who is laying on the ground with yet another unnerving smile on his face. Your friend shakes his fist out, which you now see is red, Billy’s face showcases a matching mark. “She told you to get off of her.” 
A silence falls over the crowd.
Billy slowly stands up, wipes himself off, and then takes a bow. “Not bad, loner boy.”
Jonathan tries to step closer to him, but Steve grabs his shirt and shakes his head. “He’s not worth it, man.” 
“And what do you know about worth, Harrington?” Billy chuckles, now practically in Steve’s face. “Where’s that little girlfriend of yours? You should go ask her what she thinks you’re worth.” 
Steve’s face hardens, but you can see dried tears in his eyes. Seeing him about to crumble, you step between the boys. “Enough.”
They look at you, but you ignore them and then wave to the crowd of people still watching. “Show’s over! Go back to drinking away your sorry fucking lives.”
Jonathan pulls you close to him. “Bug, are you okay? Did he hurt you? We need to go home, I’ll bake you brownies and we can just–”
Jonathan’s concerned rambling is enough to make you smile, albeit faintly. “I’m fine, bee.”
Billy observes the interaction, he notices how Steve’s eyes flicker between your interlocked hands with Jonathan and the way your hair frames your pretty face. He sees it all, and he understands exactly what’s happening here. 
“Oh, Harrington.” Billy can’t wait to see what happens next. “You’re fucked.”
Steve watches as Billy leaves, confused by his words but too tired to think much of them. He’s had the worst fucking night of his life. His girlfriend just told him she doesn’t love him, then he came outside to see Billy pressing himself against you like some fucking creep. He hadn’t even gotten to help you, Jonathan had beaten him to it. All Steve could do was hold the guy back afterwards. 
Now Jonathan is holding your hands and whispering comforting words to you and you’re dressed in Steve’s favorite color, your lips an even prettier red, you’re wearing a goddamn tiara on your head like the princess you truly are, and Steve’s had just about enough of tonight. 
“I’m glad you’re okay, Y/N.” Steve tells you tiredly. He then turns to Jonathan. “Uh, Nance and I sorta… Can you just, give her a ride home? She doesn’t…”
Steve’s words catch in his throat and you grab his hand before you can stop yourself. “He’ll take her, won’t you, Jonathan?”
Jonathan stumbles over his words. “Sure, uh. Yeah, I can do that… What about you, though?”
You think about your conversation with Nancy earlier, how she seemed so upset with Steve, and how not even ten minutes ago they’d been fighting over by the punchbowl. There’s a hurt between them, one you think may be too big to patch up with just one conversation, but Jonathan doesn’t know all of this. 
“I’ll drive Steve home.”
Both boys stare at you like you’re insane, and honestly? You can’t blame them. 
You haven’t spoken to Steve in months, and Jonathan knows this better than anyone. 
“Y/N,” Steve lowers his voice. “I haven’t had anything to drink, there’s no need–”
“Too bad. I’m taking you home. Jonathan, go find Nancy and make sure she gets back okay.”
Jonathan and Steve try to argue, but you yank Steve’s hand and make him come with you. It’s long past time the two of you had a talk, anyways.
– 
When you exit the house, the weight of everything that’s just happened catches up to you. Your skin still feels raw, Billy’s presence lingering on you. Steve’s hand is warm in yours, but he isn’t holding on the way you secretly hoped he would. Jonathan’s confused and concerned eyes remain in the back of your mind, the image of him standing alone in the party makes you feel guilty. 
But you have to do this. You’re tired of being a coward.
Steve is silent as he guides you to his car. He’s parked pretty far, which you hadn’t been expecting. “What, do you not get a special parking spot as King Steve?”
He ignores your attempt at a joke and instead drops your hand. 
Okay. You deserved that. 
When you get to his car, Steve throws you the keys and silently gets into the passenger seat. You inhale, willing this to end well, and get in the driver’s seat. You start the car and the engine warms your fingertips. 
You start to drive. 
Steve is looking out the window, and you’ve never seen him appear so small. He’s closed into himself, his shoulders are hunched and his carefree smile from earlier is gone. 
“Not to make this awkward, but I kinda don’t know where you live.” You break the silence.
“Make a left up here.”
“Do you want to talk about what happened tonight–”
“Why do you only ever care about me when I’m some kicked fucking puppy?”
Steve’s words are vicious, and you flinch at his tone. “You know that’s not true,”
“It’s not?” He scoffs at you. “Then explain what happened this summer.”
“I…” You can’t. 
Steve sees your reluctance to say anything and lets out a harsh laugh. “Yeah, whatever. Some real fucking friend you were.”
You take a shaky breath. You knew this would be hard, but it still hurts more than you thought it would’ve. While you can’t tell Steve everything, you can offer him a half truth. It’s all you can afford, and it isn’t nearly half of what he deserves, but it’s all you can do. “I got scared.”
Your confession causes Steve to turn to you. “Scared?”
“Yeah, scared.”
“Gee, Y/N. That really explains a ton.”
You’re losing him again, so you offer him more. “I’m sorry, Steve. I really am. It’s just… I got scared, I’ve never been good at letting people in. I know it doesn’t excuse my actions, and you didn’t deserve any of it, but you just… You scared me.”
Steve is silent again, only mumbling a quiet, “Turn right after this light.”
“Look,” you push down your fear, you need him to hear you. “You came crashing into my life in such a violent way, and it became the best goddamn thing that happened to me. There you were, spending every day at my job just to talk to me. You asked me questions about myself and noticed things no one else had before and I just… I couldn’t do it.”
You look over at Steve and soften your voice, putting every ounce of your guilt and sincerity into your words. “I missed you.”
“Missed?” There’s something in Steve’s voice that you can’t quite decipher, it’s almost too delicate to examine. 
“Miss. I miss you,” you correct, and it takes everything within you not to confess more. To tell him you miss how his eyes turn a warm toffee in the late afternoon light, that you miss his obsession with his mom’s banana bread and that you have a recipe at home that you never got to make for him. You almost tell him that even though you pulled yourself away, you can’t seem to separate him from you. He’s everywhere. 
But what you can’t tell Steve, what would break you if he ever found out, is that you’ve come to love how he’s everywhere.
Steve is silent, and you swallow down your tears. It wasn’t enough, but at least you tried. 
As you turn into his driveway, Steve finally speaks. “All my life, all I’ve ever wanted was for people to like me.”
“Steve…”
“And every time I think someone finally likes me, I’m wrong. They leave me. I mean, you left me without a fucking word, Nancy lied about loving me, and my bullshit friends at school have replaced me with Billy.” 
Nancy lied about loving him?
Steve looks down at his hands, his eyelashes are wet with fresh tears. “I don’t know what I keep doing wrong.” 
You throw yourself across the car’s console and wrap yourself around the boy. “You’ve done nothing wrong.”
Steve places one arm around you, then slowly he places his other, and for the first time in months you’re finally back in his arms. He’s surrounded in you again, and he never, ever wants to let you go. 
“You won’t leave me again?”
Steve asks this so softly, as if too scared to bring the words into the light and risk them scaring you away. You tighten your arms around him and bury your nose into his neck, his cologne making your brain dizzy. “Never. 
And it’s enough for now. 
The pieces settle between you and Steve. Something clicks into place and you know that he feels it, too. He tightens his own arms around you, draws small circles against your back, and you stay like that for what feels like hours. 
Eventually the two of you break apart and head into his house. He offers you something warm to drink, but you decline. It’s late, you should be heading home soon. You ask Steve where his phone is and then call Jonathan, telling him to come get you from Steve’s.
Jonathan doesn’t ask any questions, his own voice sounding off on the phone. You know that tomorrow you’ll have to explain to him what happened with Steve, and he’ll have to explain what’s happened with Nancy. But tonight, you both settle on ignoring the topic for now. 
Steve waits with you downstairs for Jonathan. 
“If we’re going to be friends again, then I demand my nickname.” 
You look up at the boy and laugh. “What if I told you I still haven’t figured it out yet?”
“Can you at least give me a hint?” Steve bats his eyelashes at you and you shove him away with another laugh.
“Hm,” you think for a moment, reveling in the simplicity between you two again. “It’s lovely. That’s all I can say.”
Steve makes a face. “Lovely? That’s all I get?”
“Mhm.” You poke his face. “For now, please just trust that I’ll stay.”
Steve looks away for a moment, and you admire his lovely side profile, before he finally seems to settle on his thoughts. “Fine, but I expect some type of baked good every day from here on out.”
“Deal.” You raise your pinky and offer it to Steve, who smiles and shakes his head, but wraps his own pinky around yours.
Steve’s eyes are still red, from exhaustion and heartbreak, and yours are probably no better. You know there’s so much the two of you have to face tomorrow morning, to talk about and deal with. Nancy, Jonathan, Billy. But for now, Steve’s pinky is around yours and you couldn’t ask for a better end to your night. 
It’s a start.
It’s all you could’ve asked for. 
Jonathan arrives later and waits in the car, seeming to sense that you want some privacy as you say goodbye to Steve. 
“That’s my ride.” You nudge him. “Oh, don’t think I forgot about the Nancy thing. We’ll talk about that tomorrow.”
“What–”
“We’re friends again and I nag all my friends about their emotions. You were spared last year, but this year? Buckle up, buddy.”
Steve lets out a tired laugh. “Do I have to sign another contract?”
“Nah, you just have to trust me.”
“I do.” He says, no ounce of hesitation. 
You squeeze his hand. “Then that’s all I need. Goodnight, Steve. Get some rest.”
Steve nods and watches as you walk towards Jonathan’s car. He stays outside for a while, long after the car has faded in the distance. The cold air makes him shiver, but after everything that’s happened tonight, he welcomes it. His mind is spinning, he’s not sure if he feels more heartbreak or relief, but he decides he doesn’t care. 
For now, he’s content. 
Now that he has you in his life again, no matter what happens between him and Nancy, he knows he’ll get through it with you holding his hand. 
– 
The drive home is quiet. Both you and Jonathan seem to be lost in your own thoughts. When you get to your house, you simply tell your friend, “Tomorrow. We’ll talk about it all tomorrow,”
Jonathan nods, his eyes as tired as yours. “Tomorrow.”
You walk inside your house and notice all the lights off. You’re home later than you originally planned, your mom must be asleep already. You kick off your shoes and sigh tiredly. Tonight has exhausted you. 
However, you feel bad about skipping out on the boys, so you walk towards Dustin’s room and quietly knock on the door to apologize. After a few knocks, Dustin cracks his door open. “Yes?”
“Hey, just wanted to ask how tonight…” You notice Dustin’s stance, how he seems to almost be trying to block your view of something. “Is everything alright?”
Your brother quickly repositions himself. “Fine! Nothin’ to see here!”
He’s definitely acting suspicious. 
“Open the door, show me what’s inside.”
You go to shove your way in, but Dustin scrambles and ends up shouting, “Will had another episode tonight!
“What?” You freeze. 
Dustin lets out a breath of relief. He knew using Will’s episode would be a good distraction from what he has in his room. “Will, he had another episode. He’s fine, though… Just thought you should know.”
“Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?”
“Actually,” Dustin lets out a yawn. “I’m kinda tired. Ya know, trick-or-treating is hard work. Can we just call it a night and talk about it tomorrow?”
“I mean, I guess?” Your list of things you need to talk about tomorrow keeps growing. 
“Sweet! Goodnight, Y/N!” And with that, Dustin slams his door in your face. He presses his back pressed against his door as he steadies his heartbeat. That was close, too close. After a couple seconds, he walks over to his turtle’s tank and greets Dart again. “Sorry buddy, had to get Y/N away. She’d freak if she found out about you.”
Dart lets out a small screech in response. 
“Wonder how long I can keep this from her.”
Meanwhile, you stand in the hall for a moment, completely bewildered as to what’s just happened. It feels like you missed a few important details. There’s something happening, but you have no idea what.
You go to your room and make a plan. Tomorrow, you’ll order a code blue with Dustin and demand information. For now, all you can do is get ready for bed and hope that whatever he’s hiding, it isn’t as monumental as El had been. 
Tonight, you go to bed thinking of Nancy and Steve, worried about them both.
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redr0sewrites · 2 months
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"if you have wings she def returns the favor (very much willing to elaborate on a reader w sensitive wings 😇)"
BY ALL MEANS PLEASE ELABORATE 🙏
GLADLY NONNIE!!!! for anyone who doesn't know this is ab my main girl lute btw 😇
🥀Cw: fluff, smut, overstim, wing kink?, dom lute, sub reader, the wings are an erogenous zone ig
🥀minors dni with the nsfw portion
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as i've said before, Lute doesn't spend much time preening herself or taking a lot of care of her wings
that compleEEEETELYYY changes when it comes to u tho
she will absolutely offer to clean your wings for you, and is definitely at least a little touchy with them
when your wings get itchy and irritated from molting she'll sit you down and start working on cleaning them and pruning them. she definitely takes her time and by the end your wings look (and feel) lovely
lute is the type of person to have freezing cold hands all the time and will come up behind you and place them on your wings to scare you
yk when people come up behind you to trail their finger down your spine to make you jolt? yea, lute does that but with your wings
its one of the few times she'll ever truly tease you, but she adores how flustered you get
she'll always subconsciously have her wings touching yours, or be wrapping her wings around you in general
lute would really appreciate it if you gifted her one of your feathers, she'd never say it aloud but she likes having a piece of you with her
when going to an extermination she'll keep the feather on a little charm attached to her belt or something, and will look at it as a reminder of what she's fighting for (sobbing crying screaming)
while she isn't huge on pda, lute will occasionally just brush her wings against yours in public or reach out to smooth any of your ruffled feathers
lute just loves your wings, and she loves that you trust her enough to let her touch them
Nsfw:
this is the part yall have been waiting for ik it ANYWAYS
the first time you mention that you want her to touch YOUR wings lute is genuinely touched that you trust her sm and also hella turned on ab the thought of dominating you like that
the first time you try it out, she's tentative with her touches, gently stroking your feathers and slowly learning which spots felt best for you
emotions are definitely high, shes so tender and slow about coaxing each noise out of you
lute runs her hands over the most sensitive parts of your wings to watch you shiver and squirm beneath her, only to lean down and press airy kisses over those sensitive areas to make you whine
she cherishes each noise you make, and memorizes everything about your wings that makes you tick
sometimes when initiating softer sex, she just comes up behind you and starts rubbing soft circles onto the most intimate parts of your soft wings
lute may even tickle them a little while your having these softer sessions, just the sound of your soft giggles and moans melting together only makes her want to worship you more
she isn't always so nice when it comes to your wings tho
if you ask her to be rougher she'll gladly oblige, in fact she almost wants you to ask just so that she can overstimulate you until your sobbing
LUTE LOVES TYING YOUR WINGS UP, the way you twist and turn against the restraints, whimpering as the ropes grind so sweetly against the erogenous zones on your wings- ugh it makes her feral
i also think she'd make you cum using only your wings in a punishment sort of way. you've been acting like a total brat? fine, she's going to make you cum only by stroking you wings, not touching a single part of the rest of your body, no matter how much you plead and whimper
lute will also very, very occasionally tease your wings in public. like you could be talking to adam and just casually chilling when all of a sudden her hand will slowly wrap around your waist and start caressing your wings- she has all of your sensitive spots memorized so it doesn't take long until you're squirming, praying nobody notices the way your clenching your thighs and slowly rolling your hips under the table in search of friction
this might sound insane but lute would totally use a vibrator on your wings too. she'll pull you onto her lap as if to spank you, but instead she'll spread your wings, running a small vibrator over each exposed erogenous zone and watching you mewl and buck at the vibrations
she'd def degrade you about it too, calling you a slut for getting off just by some friction on your wings
tiny side note, lute loves seeing you in the laciest lingerie with your wings out too. just coming home from a stressful day to see her pretty doll all dressed up in a frilly red getup, your back is fully exposed as your wings drape over the shared bed as you turn your head back to look at her with innocent eyes... theres just something about you (and your wings) all dolled up and pretty that makes her want to ravish you
please lute one chance please please (i could fix her guys!!!)
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lenasprouts-words · 29 days
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olderbrother!skz headcanons :3
gn!reader with a scenerio w menstruation in changbin’s! maknae line
i want an older brother… anyways
bang chan
oh ho ho you KNOW hes gonna be super duper protective of u
like nuh uh the kids can NOT meet you
but u still get to hang out w maknae + jin line (closer to their age)
age gap is like three years or smth so
his parents adopted you when he was four and u were one
movie nights every weekend frfr
or atleast movie nights on call
and whenever you got tea, he’s on the ready
best best advice, like, ever
sometimes you wonder if this is his nineteenth life or smth
so wise
you painted a mug for him once
no one is allowed to touch it
it has its place in the gym bros’ dorm
sometimes picks you up and runs when your talking to someone
and if you ignore him he’ll start cuddling up to you
’channie get tf away go annoy seungmin or whatever im studying’
gives you nicknames like ‘buggy bear’ and ‘baby duck’
makes you learn languages with him
when he learned ikaw for manila, ph concert he showed you first
bc he knows you like listening to tagalog
he has videos of you singing and falls asleep to it when he gets homesick
lets you listen to his unreleased songs and tracks on his laptop
you got to make one that one time at home too
you send little messages to him thru out the day
and scold him when he’s up working
you know bc he gave you his location
you bought his bubble and constantly tease him
when he comes home he takes you and berry to the aquarium
he picks you up and spins you when yall hug
its the funnest thing ever
will not hesitate to bring up that time you ate hamster poop thinking it was choco chips
lee know
okay he’d be really scary to your friends but like a cat around you
your age gap b like, one or two years
he annoys you about anything
crushes, enemies, good animes or mangas
stuff like that
in turn you bug him about the members
’whats jisung like when hes sick’ ‘oh do you know innie’s plans are tomorrow’
he finds your hyunjin pc collection and blows your phone up
but his hugs are so nice and warm
he holds you by the shoulders and his hands go down your back
eventually he starts tickling you
but you use the self defense moves he’s been teaching you
one of your middle school friends had a crush on him
they were flabbergasted when you walked home together
buys you things that remind you of him
and leaves it on your window sill/table/bed
his favorite hoodie is the bunny w the middle finger bc you gave it to him
makes your lunch for you and leaves slightly passive aggressive notes in them, still sweet tho
although once you got a note that said
’give me back my hoodie or i’ll shove a water bottle up your asshole. xoxo lino hyung’ that was for jisung
once decided to pick you up from work to get sushi
your coworkers were like
’wow i didnt know they had a boyfriend’
you cried laughing hearing that and so did min
teased you about the fanfic you wrote when you were thirteen
and you tease him about the 2PM shrine he had
obviously you both r cat ppl
so he takes you to cat cafe dates all the time
insists on paying and saying you’ll pay next time
sends random ass pics on tour all the time
changbin
he absolutely cherishes you
like holds you up like a trophy infront of his friends all the time
youre two-three years apart from each other
he loves loves giving you piggy back rides
also loves squeezing the life out of you
youre the one he goes to when he buys something
and he’s the one you go to for relationship advice
once you took him to an amusement park
your camera roll was full of blackmail
tens of millions of inside jokes
one of the kids will fix their hair and you’ll both burst out laughing
bc once changbin ran into a pole fixing his hair
your ultimate group is newjeans so you went to a fansign
and got bin a signed teddybear
he cried when you gave it
he constantly tells you to be safe
when your going somewhere
’bye baby cub (nickname lol), be safe have fun love ya!’
when you need a little pick me up
he comes to you with your favorite ice cream flavor and his laptop
your emergency contact
one of your friends has to text him and he gets super suspicious
’cub who tf is this? why were they texting me?’
almost started a whole ass fight
its okay tho he apologized and bought chocolate
constantly tells you to go to bed early bc he doesn’t want you to ‘become like channie-hyung’
will run to get you what you need
if you got your period and arent prepared he’ll know
just sprints to the nearest cvs
even cleans up your nasty bedsheets bc u leaked
’oh dont worry cub i can handle it’
your on his close friends list on instagram
most times its just dedications to you that he puts on his story
hyunjin
his day one frfr
like your only a year apart so your tight asf
his hugs will be gentle but so warm
bear hugs>>>>
his huge ass hands will totally go around your neck for comfort
he also digs his face into your shoulder
he paints many things for you
like he’ll also give you his unfinished projects when he’s sick of them
shines when you compliment him
teaches you choreos and lets you make up some
dyes your hair often too
spa nights where its just the two of you with a movie of your choice in the bg
those are the days where you can just. let go
tea gets spilt. i mean like, you know absolutely everything abt the other atp
spontaneous karoake nights
he gets worried when you drink tho
’noooo what if you fall on your face and then it gets ruined!!’
when he’s tired or down tho
one of the members text you and you come over with your comfort box you packed for these situations
face masks, iced americanos, watermelons, fluffy blankets, llama eye masks for sleeping, an air purifier, room spray, and a huge hoodie and sweatpants/shorts bc he probs did NOT shower in his funk
when he goes home you take walks together and catch up
also you just. really like smelling his room
it smells like flowers and the perfume your late grandfather used
gifts you things from versace
his favorite colors are black and white; yours are brown and grey
picture wall of polaroids w photos u took together
you stream his music 24/7
he writes sad sad songs abt missing you
worse than hannie and his break up songs 😭
working on the maknae line!
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rootbeerworshiper · 2 months
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https://www.tumblr.com/rootbeerworshiper/744503360342867968/yall-think-sex-w-matt-is-fun-or-not-hmmmm
it’s be soft kind of fun, like cotton candy or a baby kitten frolicking
matt’s sex is soft fun.
chris’s sex is party fun.
and for the boys: nick’s sex is rough fun.
anon i love u and i cherish your thoughts but please elaborate on what baby kitten frolicking sex is i’m deadass gonna piss myself
i see what you mean tho but also like does party sex include like rave music in the background orr???
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mushrooming3 · 4 months
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I'm already brainstorming my next smg34 fanfic once I finish Satb and I think you guys will like the next one as it will be focused more on the relationship between the two silly gay men instead of kidnapping angst of a weird creature and spooky stuff lol And I also just wanted to say, from my most recent post, everyone has no idea how much I cherish people's love of just a simple post or my artwork, and especially the artists that I like every single art piece they make because it's so amazing! And it inspires me to draw even more! Especially from @shygirl4991 , @funkii4-blog and @anartisticalniche ! (I really love yalls artwork sm!) and I want to say thank you and to ALL of you for your love and support throughout 2023 :3 (even tho I came back to tumblr halfway throughout the year already)
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scarefox · 6 months
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This is a whole ramble but there is a theme in there (for fun and giggles)
I sometimes have to think about the whole "petplay" / master-servant game Gun has going on with some of the GMM guys (Tay and Joss, officially but he probably has some of the others joined too). It's just so damn wild and funny. And everyone is pretending like that's just the most normal thing besties do. I mean sure why not but also 😏 Just them taking turns in being the others obedient cute pet-servant for one day, while he calling him "his pet" and treats him like a pet (and that outside of cameras and fanservice stuff, they do that in their private time mainly. just dragging it out in the open occasionally). I love that for them 👌
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THE WHOLE ENTIRETY OF FUN NIGHT S2EP7 is just damn wild where they compete to be Guns number 1 pet, winning a freaking collar of all things! While talking about the drama "3 Will Be Free" (which is literally a canon polyamory drama with Tay, Joss and Mild)
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But Off is always like "You guys have fun but leave me out of that nonsense" 🙅‍♂️ whenever Gun asks him to join the pet poly circle....
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BUT isn't he basically Guns first "pet" before Tay even?! Guns nickname for him is literally Papii... which I first thought means "dad" (or daddy if you will 😏) but someone once educated me that it means "puppy". Because of their first drama together "Senior Secret Love: Puppy Honey".
So what I am trying to say here is: Off you lost that fight already years ago!! You have been Guns doggo all along!! lol
(but that's fine, he just doesn't want to mingle with the others 😌)
It's tragic, there once was a compilation of all the Tay and Gun pet moments (+ trust falls) with parts of an interview where Tay explains his side. And the MC was shook like "And you just let him treat you like a pet??" and Tay all shy and giggly "Yea, it's just a thing between us. I don't even know why. I went with it" 🤷‍♂️ And that he thinks that Gun is the most powerful guy in whole GMM. (A+ video.. why did they take that from us)
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Yall don't understand how neat the whole OffGunTay(New) and Gun swinger / poly dynamic is. Alone for the fact that they don't care for the strict exclusive ship rule where they can only be touchy with their on-screen partner. But Gun is touchy and playful with every GMM guy and that's fine and neat af (even tho they all mainly stay in their official ship constellation as well). Meanwhile there are still so many couple themed ship war fanvideos from fans out there about which couple would be most likely real and which one will sink: OffGun or TayGun 🙄 Like bruh, everyone is Guns pet or cuddle buddy, what are yall not getting? OffGunTay(New + others) love and cherish each other (in whatever way that is does not matter). And Tay AND Off and even New encouraging Gun getting cuddly and kissed by other guys. Off and Tay are literally that "You are doing great sweety" meme when Gun has fun with others. Off being jealous is literally just a playful running gag.
I swear most BL fans are way too innocent and stuck with the oldschool relationship style for this awesome GMM (friend)ship dynamic they are playing with here...
Like look at this pile of TayGunNew while Off takes a photo
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I don't know why this post turned from the petgame thing to OffGunTay & GMM polycule but it's basically the same ven diagram. Just everyone gets kisses, flirts and cuddles. As they should.
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But it does not have to be the one ship over the other. Each of them literally has two hands 😌
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holding hand throuple style 😌
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Thanks for coming to my TED talk
Anyways.... A poly drama with them when?? Didn't P'Jojo say he wants to do a drama with Gun but doesn't know what theme? (P'Jojo who did "3 Will Be Free" with Joss and Tay already). Here! This? ✨
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arlemangel7 · 2 months
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Alphonse x fem!reader x seth
Nightmare comfort
Alphonse waking from nightmares happens quite often and when that happens I feel like he's the type to self sooth so I feel like he'd wake up next to you two sleeping peacefully and feel hot and breathing heavy, he'd attempt to go back to sleep but gives in to awake state not wanting to wake both up he would quietly get out of bed for a glass of water and stay in the kitchen before migrating to the living room there he would remain until you got up to get him.
Lord knows your the one to notice his absence cause seth sleeps that a sunken bolder( but I feel like he'd eventually notice if the weight of two bodies left the bed for more then a few minutes but I digress) being the middle most nights you notice when one of them get out of bed tonight was no different you realize he's been up for a while when you roll back to his side and feel cool sheets where he would or you peel your eyes open to see the clock '4:00am'.
Feeling an uneasy Feeling set in you crawl out of bed into some slippers and slide your way down the hall to the living room, he hears you coming "boo.. what are you doin up? I hope I didn't cause it" he says reaching an arm our welcoming you into his lap "uh-uh I felt you weren't there anymore, you ok?" You say snuggling into his neck as he slides back into the couch. He assures you he's alright just had some trouble sleeping but he feels better having you back in his arms. Giggling you ask him if he wants to head back to bed but before he can answer you both hear a groggy yawn getting louder with each of the foot steps and in an instant "why are yall out here? Is everything ok?" Ssth says in a sleepy southern voice that would normal send shivers up yalls spines if it wasn't 4:30 in the morning alphonse responds to him with a reassuring "yea I just had some trouble sleepin again but we can all go back and cuddle now ok, big tex?" Seth just shruggs and slides back bed as al carries you back with him.
The short walk back to bed is the last bit of comfort he needed to put those demons to bed for the night, seeing his lovers so concerned and noticing him gone made most if not all the difference In reminding him were he was not just in location but in life he was back in a home that loved cherished and valued his comfort. Before fading to black he says "thank you guys I love you" in a hushed tone that was almost inaudible you two did hear it tho and yall whispered back "we love you too, anytime honey" and "yea love you too, pinky" with some final yawns exchanged yall when back to sleep for the remainder of the night.
As always thoughts are mind characters are not
Signing off for now💋
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xxshadowbabexx · 4 months
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Iida Tenya Spice Headcanons✨
general
closeted bisexual (he fully supports his lgbt friends just has a hard time understanding that he also likes men)
i think he would first realize he likes men when hes 16, and i think he would accept his sexuality when hes 17-18, but i dont see him coming out until he is like 22ish
he/him
NSFW
top for sure
really likes it when you’re obedient to him
not blindly obedient though, he wants you to obey because you trust him
and while he is a top he will let you peg/top him if you really want to, although he wont really enjoy it that much
he degrades you more than you would think
and this mans is such a masochist 
not in like a “spank slap and bite me” way but like
he loves when you scratch his back
like he CHERISHES those marks
holds the headboard while fucking you missionary style ��
he also likes cowgirl
LOVES mirror sex
just watching your reactions in the mirror and seeing himself move in and out of you does things to him
yes, the glasses stay on while yall fuck
AND ITS HOT YOU WILL NOT CHANGE MY MIND
but he’s surprisingly good at pillow talk?
like shit is HOT
you will be wet/hard from his words in a matter of SECONDS
really likes eating 🐱 and giving head, he just likes knowing that he makes you feel good
dick is a solid 8.5 inches 
his pubic hair actually doesnt match the hair on his head, while the hair on his head is deep blue, his pubic hair is black. 
his dick has pretty green veins running from the base to the head 🤤
and this man eats hella healthy so his 🥜 tastes HEAVENLY 
he loves watching his cum drip down your thighs and onto the floor (but hates having to clean it, he wont complain tho)
aftercare is phenomenal 
he does all the shit to make you feel great when you wake up
he gives you water, washes you in the bath. puts lotion on his hands and massages you, then he dresses you in his t-shirt and boxers, makes you food, and lastly puts on your favorite movie so he can hold you as you fall asleep
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sx0phrry · 1 year
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i woke up like an hour and a half ago and and still half asleep bit i came up with this
bakugou x gender neutral reader
they/them prns mentioned
reader has a witch quirk (can cast spells, heal, telekinesis, levitation, all that fun stuff)
CW: fluff, crack, slighhtttt violence? nothing major, bones mention?? pretty much headcannons, this is very self indulgent btw. also anything else i forgot :)
also if u don’t believe in witchcraft or panganisim or so on, please don’t spread any negativity if u disagree with it 🫂
ok so imagine bakugou with a witchy s/o
like say they mostly dabble in crystals, spellwork, divination, deity work and a bit of the rest
you and bakugou started dating around the end of your 2nd year of UA. at first he thought u were kinda weird because of all the “shiny rocks” and other things you had attached to you all the time. but as be grew to know you he started to actually find you pretty fascinating.
like after getting to know u he was like “wait they’re cool tbh”
when he first came over to your dorm, he was- shocked? to say the least? but also very curious as to what a lot of the items in ur room were.
you showed him your crystal collection, altars, candles, spells you’ve made, and basically just what you do when you’re not training to become a hero.
when you first mentioned that you practice witchcraft, he thought u just meant your quirk, he wasn’t expecting to see animal bones and candle wax all over your carpet (the struggle is real yall.)
but he was genuinely interested, and when y’all started dating he became even MORE interested. he wanted to learn about what you enjoy and your hobbies (attentive mf 💗).
after learning about the deities you work with (y’all can decide which ones in ur situation in this), he starts to bring small offering now and then!
after learning about which crystals you have and their properties, he “borrows” (steals away) certain ones that he feels would help him
ADORES the little gifts you give/make for him. like you gave him a relaxation and sleep candle you made after hearing that he’d been sleeping restlessly and having nightmares, so you made up a lavender and chamomile candle, infused with amethyst, smokey quartz and howlite. the next night he slept like a baby. he genuinely couldn’t believe it but cherishes it.
on the topic of gifts, he doesn’t like them. unless they’re from you. at this point his room is starting to look like yours. he already likes candles, now he has even more in his room. so. many. crystals. especially ones you give him. there’s also a few protection spell jars and motivation ones. also a relaxation and temper one u secretly snuck in there.
also if you work with spirits, he will be kinda spooked. but like that’s fair cos what if y’all r just hanging out and it’s like:
*something gets knocked off of shelf*
“tf was that?!”
“it was probably just kyle, he’s cool, dw”
“WHO TF IS KYLE???”
“ghost who’s been hanging around me since i was like 7 lmao”
“WHAT?,!;$/93”
it’s ok tho bc he (kinda) gets used to them :)
also imagine him getting a tarot reading from u and feeling called out and getting pouty 💀 liek
“kats it’s just what you needed to hear”
“idc, the cards are being a bitch”
overall, he thinks you’re a strange little human. but he loves you, so much. and he doesn’t mind being a tad bit strange with you <33
EDIT: also imagine y’all going on dates in forests or by lakes and rivers and stuff to look for crystals and cute little things :) he loves the outdoors so he’d enjoy it
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