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jollyreginaldrancher · 2 months

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More realistic Yellowjackets hcs

•Van is squeamish af. She nearly threw up when just talking about Allie's leg in the pilot, and she almost throws up everytime you finally get to pick a movie and you go for a horror thing.

• Shauna would be one of those girls that could never pick what to eat. She would drag you to hell and back before she'd finally just go with one of the same three restaurants she always chooses. Even though she always picks the same she still wants you to suggest every place in town before she reaches a conclusion.

• Nat and Van overshare with each other. If you're with either one of them you will get smug looks from the other.

• Nat and Van also share their porn stash. Van has the decency to hide it but Nat just leaves her magazines on her night stand. You only ever knew she shared them with Van because you saw one of their trades. Nat tucked a folded up mag into the back of her pants. Van hid hers in the bottom of her schoolbag. You cringed so hard when you realised that's what they were doing. Nat stole them during a house party and Van let curiosity get the better of her and long story short they'd been trading them all year until you found out and used the rolled up magazine to beat Natalie over the head with.

• Van absolutely tries to build a house out of breadsticks every time you take her out to a restaurant for dinner.

• She tries to make an igloo out of waffles.

• You're on the team, on Away games and you share a room with Nat. She climbs on the bed and rocks it back and forth making it squeak and makes moaning sounds when you're on the phone with your mom. If Van is there she will join in but she will be blushing the whole time.

• Trying to get closer to Taissa involves being forced to take part in her morning constitutionals. Only her morning constitutionals involve 45 minute morning runs. And her legs are so long you are constantly trailing behind, and with her, everything is a competition so she straight up leaves you in the dust. You've gotten lost in her neighbourhood multiple times when she's left you behind to run ahead.

• Jackie's inviting you to weeknight dinners with her parents and expecting you to sit idly by while they passive aggressively destroy your confidence. She gives you yours back though after dinner when she lets you top her on her frilly bedsheets.

• Jackie makes you leave her house after dinner, get in your car, drive to the house next door, out of sight, then sneak back and climb up to her window to hit it.

• Sitting in a pew in the back of Laura Lee's church, your hand resting on the stretch of wood between you. You scratch your chin and return it absentmindedly only to find her hand is also resting between you...her pinkie is close enough to touch. You breathe heavily as you ghost your finger against it only for her to react by parting her fingers. Not a lot, but just enough to interlink your pinkies. Your heart is thumping so loud you swear the whole congregation is aware of it. You stare forward, your eyes glazed over as the priest chants Κύριε Ελέησον.

• After church one day, you hang back with Laura Lee as your parents all mingle with other members of the church. The two of you climb to the second floor, way in the back, and lie down on one of the pews, head to head. You look up at her, and she looks up at you and smiles. It's the same pious smile she always gives you but this time you swear her gaze fixes on your lips a moment.

Her parents call her over to go home and she sits up abruptly and waves at you as she bounces nervously away.

• Akilah spends most of her free time with family. Her older sister and her husband both work, so she and her mom get saddled with babysitting her nephew a lot. She sits around the house watching tv and doing homework with a baby on her lap most days. She's supposed to put him down but he's sooooo cute she just can't bring herself to.

When he's a little older, you two sneak him his first bit of chocolate. Well, less sneak, more he reaches over and shoves your entire ice cream down his throat at six months. He doesn't get to the cone before Akilah pulls him away but half your scoop is gone with him. Akilah apologises profusely but you just laugh. She offers to buy you another ice cream and you suggest a rain check. Your first date is an ice cream date when she's no longer grounded for letting him have ice cream at six months. He was fine though.

• Mari doesn't have nieces or nephews yet but she has so many cousins and they all get together and play soccer at family get-togethers. She is not the only one in that family who's on a soccer team but she's the only one who's going to nationals so the competition is stiff with all her cousins competing against her to prove they're all just as good. You may not be the best but she starts dragging you to all of these get togethers so the two of you can ratio her entire family together.

She normally wears jumpers and ties her hair up and stuff but her family notices that she dresses in way more form-fitting clothes and lets her hair down when you start coming to these things and ALL make fun of her for it. I'm talking little baby cousins who look up at her and make kissy faces behind your back and you feel a breeze when you turn your head, and hear the thud of a couch cushion hitting a seven year old at full force.

Oh no, her cousin spilled some juice on you now. Guess she has to bring you to her room, alone, and give you something to change into. You hear another Thwack behind your back as she ushers you down this hallway to the back.

A few cousins grin at you both through the window so she rushes to shut the blinds... She's red as fuck at this point. You're in her room and it's the designated coat room so she pushes a big pile of coats off to the side so you can sit down. She rummages through her closet and finds something that's lowkey a little revealing but she realises her whole family will see you in this so she reaches for a turtleneck instead. It's way too hot though so she just grabs a yellowjackets tee and hands you that and pretends to look around her own room while you change.

• She sniffs it when she gets it back.

• Melissa wears her hat backwards so she can be more easily identifiable as a skater. She's the only girl skater in the school but she doesn't get that much shit for it because she's also a jock on the soccer team that's going to nationals.

• She absolutely tries to rizz you up while skating around you.

• She absolutely loses her focus and eats shit while trying to hit on you.

• You give her your number out of pity.

• She writes your number down on her arm and then uses that part of her arm to wipe the sweat off her brow.

• You realise she's not playing dumb for the bit but you give her a shot anyway. You spend a disproportionate amount of time applying bandages on her and talking her off dumb stunts.

• Had there been any flat surfaces in the wilderness she could have used to skate on, she would have been the first to die.

• Gen...fuck it I don't know shit about Gen. Maybe she's a ninja. Yeah.

• latchkey kid with one of those dogs that's small enough to fit in a bag. It's fluffy and smol. She brings it on dates and feeds it breadsticks when her date isn't looking.

• Gen likes to dress that dog up in funky little outfits. Sometimes she matches it. Has a box full of pictures of her dressing her dog up.

• Misty can and will drag you into the equipment room for some alone time at school.

• Still plays doctor. Doesn't realise that the objective is not to heal the patient but to get close to the patient and feel them up. On the upside she has a full nurse costume. Not a sexy nurse costume, an accurate replica of a nurse costume. So accurate she's banned from wearing it at the local free clinic. Because 12 year old Misty tried to wear it to the clinic the way kids wear princess costumes to Disneyland.

• Van and Natalie subscribe to the sniff test. These jeans Nat's wearing were at the bottom of her used clothes pile but it doesn't matter because they passed the sniff test. Can Van pull off wearing that hoodie for a third day in a row? Yes, because it passed the sniff test. Sniff test.

• Van and Nat have burping contests outside Denny's at 3 am.

• Misty goes to sleep at 8pm every night. Even Laura Lee thinks that's way too early and she has a strict self-imposed bedtime at 10:30.

• Jackie's skincare routine takes the better part of the night.

• Shauna makes you sleep on the floor because she kicks in her sleep and it's her bed so...

• Lottie can come up with an excuse for shit at the drop of a hat. Usually it's excuses for why you shouldn't leave her house and why you should stay over. Lately she's been using excuses to get away from you though and it's worrying you. Nevermind she just wanted space to throw you a surprise party. Wholesome ass.

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denwritesandcries · 5 months

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YJS Headcanons | | body types

Pairings: Yellowjackets x fem!reader

Summary: Okay so, I was thinking about body types so I could add details to my Shauna fic, really small things like skin marks and other stuff and that made me think about the other yjs too. I'm not used to writing headcanons, but here are a few that I couldn't get out of my head.

Word count: 1,9k.

Content: my personal headcanons, cursing, suggestive, fluff, insecurities, hurt/comfort, recent pop culture references so i guess modern!AU??

A/N: This is so random and specific I don't think anyone will read it but I wanted to write it so badly.

English is not my first language.

shauna shipman

- I think Shauna is the most athletic of the girls, since in the first episode it’s said that she is the fastest on the team. Not necessarily thin; she is solid. Solid and warm. A warm wall seeking your touch all the time.

- She would always try to keep one hand on you and every time she touched you, her skin would be scalding hot, as if she barely needed gloves in the winter and only wore them because you told her to.

- Big spoon! She likes to wrap her arms around you and let her body wrap you completely when you cuddle or sleep together, her weight relaxing against you.

- Shauna is strong, like really strong and she knows it, her arms and legs are toned from training and she takes advantage of this to tease you at any opportunity, carrying things for you willingly (your backpack, shopping, whatever, she would be exactly like the *aggressively moves all groceries to one hand to hold yours* meme), rolling up the sleeves of her flannels ‘cause the muscles stand out, pressing you against walls/counters or simply carrying you during makeout sessions and nothing you do will take away the smug smile on her lips – well, barely nothing.

- She would also wear tank tops and shorts frequently just to make you nervous and receive compliments. It's ridiculous ‘cause she really thinks she's being subtle (she isn't).

“Shaunie, you sure you don’t want a jacket?”

“No, I’m good like that.” She's not, but she won't admit it.

“It’s raining.” You insist.

“The cold doesn't bother me anyway.” She shrugs, but leans back against you, placing her chin on your shoulder.

You snort, “Sure thing then, Elsa.”

- Shauna has a happy trail! Little baby hairs going up to her navel where she melts into a puddle when you caress her, goosebumps covering her skin in the same second.

van palmer

- I believe Van has rough hands from her goalie gloves! They're always warm even if the rest of her body isn't ‘cause of the constant movement – she expresses herself a lot with her hands too. She likes to run them down your sides just to see how your skin crawls, sometimes she does it out of nowhere just to scare you because she thinks it's funny.

- I think her skin is very sensitive, the kind that's full of moles and burns easily in the sun – you're constantly reminding her to put on sunscreen, but it's no use – she loves it when you trace patterns on her spots before bed or when you're bored somewhere.

- Her skin being so sensitive also means that hickeys and scratches are really hard to hide on her. She doesn't mind, in fact she seems to enjoy it a lot, you catch her a lot of times watching the marks spread across her shoulders and neck as they take days to disappear. That doesn't stop her from teasing you tho.

“It's been a week and there's still a purple mark on my neck. What are you, a damn vampire?” She mocks.

“Nah, you act like you wouldn't love me to be your Edward Cullen.”

She lifts her chin at you, “A leech then.”

"Van!"

- She has a belly and is very proud of it! She says it's the best for defending the goal and that it makes her fall to catch the ball less painful; She'll flex her muscles like a gym athlete when she's changing playfully just to seduce you (it works every time). She loves it when she lies in your arms after a bad day and you squish her tightly, it helps her calm down.

- She also has a happy trail, but she is too ticklish, like really ticklish. Many of your makeout sessions end up interrupted by her giggling when you drag your hands too softly under her shirt, she prefers firm touches.

- Van definitely has lots of small scars spread across her body from accidents over the years, that little weirdo (affectionate).

nat scatorccio

- Nat is as pale as a ghost, it would be impossible not to notice when you made her blush for any reason. She would try to distract you so you don't pay attention to it, but it wouldn't put off anything.

- The dark circles under her eyes are extremely pronounced, both due to her paleness and the heavy makeup she wears, so you always know when she's had a bad day or simply hasn't slept enough. She will complain incessantly about you making her stop and rest, but she will always do what you ask.

- I truly believe that she has lots and lots of moles all over her body, especially on her back.

- Some are bigger than others, large spots on the skin and she pretends that her heart doesn't warm with the fascination you have for them, but the prominent red face says everything you need to know.

“They look like small constellations, Nat," you sigh dreamily, hands soft on her naked skin, “Man, I wish I knew a single shit about stars so I could name them.”

“I’m shirtless in front of you and that’s what you’re thinking about?”

- I think she would have a lot of acne, especially on her face from sleeping and forgetting to take off her cheap makeup often, you would have to do a skin care routine together for her to really start taking care of it.

- She definitely has a tattoo scar that she got from one of those shady professionals before she was eighteen and didn't take care of it properly. You almost freaked out when she showed it to you out of fear that it would get infected. In the end she ended up with a weird drawing and a skin failure, but for Nat it was totally worth it, she says it makes her look like a badass (it's definitely not just because you kiss the mark every time you see it).

lottie matthews

- Alright then, let me tell you, this girl is FREEZING from head to toe. No matter how well she dresses up, her whole body will remain strangely cold, which worries you at a certain point, so what better way to keep her warm than to have her glued to you like a koala all day?

- She would place her cold hands on your neck just to bother you and then smile innocently when you took them in yours to rub them and blow warm air on them. That smartass.

- Lottie is tall (at least a lot taller than me) and I think she would have a lot of growth marks, you don't grow like that as a teenager without some.

- Light streaks on the back, hips, legs and thighs that would vary in tone over time. I think she would have the habit of hiding them so that people wouldn't comment, wearing long stockings with her skirts at school parties.

- She would be so flustreaded if you showed that you liked them by running your hands up her inner thighs, scratching her back gently to feel the smooth texture of the taut skin. It makes her feel so loved.

- She has sun spots on her face, around her eyes and cheeks. You think it's so beautiful that you could admire it for hours, anywhere, but you usually do it in bed in the morning.

“Are you watching me sleep, dear?” Lottie mumbles as she wakes to find you giving her a love gauze.

“Hm-hm,” you deny quietly, “‘Not watching you sleep. I’m watching you.”

“Oh.”

jackie taylor

- Now, Jackie would have stretch marks and be completely insecure about them. The girl needs constant validation about everything that concerns her and you better give it to her, she just wants to feel loved.

- Marks on her hips and chest that most of the time wouldn't even be visible, but she would still remember they were there. You run your hands down her sides as gently as possible and she will have tears in her eyes as you snuggle, heart warm.

- Your support helps her feel more comfortable with her own body over time, but she still wants compliments every day and will give you hints ‘til you comply with her requests.

- Jackie has freckles! This is actually one of the things she likes most about her face, the trail of dots around her nose and eyes. She’ll melt into a puddle on the floor if you start to kiss them one by one, but will lose patience if you decide to count them and stop the act of leaving wet kisses on them. She's not very good at waiting.

“Babe!” She whimpers.

“Just a second, sweetie, I’m almost finishing.” You continue, a look of pure concentration on your face, muttering “35, 36, 37…”

“No.” She says, hand grabbing the collar of your t-shirt and pulling you against her, “Come back now.”

- Jackie isn't necessarily icy, but she gets cold very easily and isn't shy about asking for your coat or jacket when you're together. Your girlfriend is a princess, better treat her like one. She'll squeeze her body against yours in bed and steal the blankets to stay warm.

- She has spots on her arms! Hundreds of light spots on the outside of the wrists to the shoulders, it's almost imperceptible, but so cute. Make sure to always let her know how beautiful she is.

misty quigley

- I think Misty has acne scars on her shoulders and cheeks, little red dots spreaded. She don't mind it most of time, but can be very insecure about it.

- She would be really suspicious if you just showered her with compliments out of nowhere just ‘cause you think she’s upset, so acting is better. Actions speak more to her.

- Place soft kisses on her shoulders, gently bite her cheek so she rolls her eyes in that nervous way she does. Make her feel beautiful as she is – because she is.

- She would be so pleased with you spoiling her that she would pretend to be sad about it a lot of times just to get your attention, she is an evil little genius. It’s captivating.

- She has freckles too! Little dots on her face so lightly that you only see them when she takes off her glasses, but they are there.

“I kiss you everyday, how did I never notice your freckles before?”

“Oh, I don't know.” She shrugs innocently, “Maybe you should take a closer look, baby.”

- She thinks she's so smooth but in reality she's a mess, the girl can't pick up social cues to save her life.

tai turner

- Okay so, Tai is the type who takes the football really seriously and works hard to win and to do that she would try to stay in shape as much as possible. I can easily imagine her doing extra training sessions and her friends teasing her about it, ‘cause Tai, it's a high school team.

- Because of this, I think she would have stretch marks on her back and calves, light fine lines that stand out against her dark skin. These are marks of her effort, so she shows them with great pride.

- She gets very smug and her skin crawls when you run your nails over the marks on her back.

- Tai is strong, strong enough to break someones leg on the field (sorry not sorry allie) and will show off for it whenever she gets the chance. She likes to wrap her arms around you from behind and lift you off the ground when she's passing by.

- She has sun spots on her face and arms! You think it's so cute, but if you say something silly and cheesy about it she'll roll her eyes and tell you to stop embarrassing her.

You sigh, “You are so, so pretty, Tai.”

“And you are so, so lame.” She echos, “...Come here, let me kiss you.”

- Happy wife, happy life. Always make her feel appreciated, she deserves it.

#yellowjackets x reader #lottie matthews x reader #nat scatorccio x reader #natalie scatorccio x reader #van palmer x reader #misty quigley x reader #taissa turner x reader #shauna shipman x reader #jackie taylor x reader #yellowjackets #yjs #yjs headcanons #denwrites

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koiimii · 6 months

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𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 | 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

“𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝘼𝙡𝙚𝙭 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙨 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙚’𝙙 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙤𝙤𝙣…”

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He couldn’t stop his feet.

They seemed to be moving a millisecond ahead of his every thought as his booted heels clicked down the cobble stone path towards your door.

What the hell was he thinking? What on earth are you thinking Al?

He must enjoy being hurt. He must enjoy being filled up and then discarded, but then again… he was no saint either.

He was no better than you, and maybe right now… it would be best to leave things as they were. To leaves things in the dark, collecting dust by remaining completely absent in each others lives.

The past few months were peaceful! For the best indeed…

The way you left things that night, Alex’s stuff tossed out on your front lawn, your neck bruised from where he had ripped off the locket he gifted you…

Things were better left untouched from then on, and the two of you not in contact. Alex was well aware of that yes, but oh…. How he missed you.

The very idea of you made his heart swell in a way that made he himself feel sick, insane.

He’d never forget the words you two exchanged in your kitchen… the wine spilled across your marble counters, your back pressed against the wall while he kept you steady and unable to escape his petty wrath.

He couldn’t help the tightening feeling in his chest as he now stood out front your bright red door.

The gates of hell perhaps…

He clenched his jaw, and he shifted his weight from foot to foot trying to make this sound as normal as he could in his head. It had been 4 months, yes. You both agreed to never speak again, yes… only you said it in a much harsher way.

But the minute he stepped foot inside his mate’s flat that night, bags in hand and with the shameful request to borrow the air mattress… he missed you.

Your wild, amber eyes blinking back at his boring brown ones. Your smooth, tanned curves molding against his own body like a puzzle. Your mouth, sweet and tinted red with the remains of strawberry lipgloss…

(Y/n).

You had tattooed your name across his mind so that was all he knows… across his tongue so that it was all he speaks.

He needed you, now.

He would come in peace, leave his pride and sarcasm at the door. He’d have his white flag raised high. He lifted a ringed hand to knock, stepping back and stuffing his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

It was silent at first, and he wondered just how crazy he’d be to use the key you kept under the welcome mat.

No need.

A few quite clicks, and finally… it opened.

The sight of you made his mouth fall agape, not to mention the undeniable tightening feeling in his jeans.

He hated you…

He hated the fact that that wasn’t the slightest bit true.

You stood there, clad in his oversized dress shirt. Sleeves rolled up, barely buttoned correctly and sliding off your bare shoulders. Your hair flew all over, but still managed to glow caramel against the setting sun… your lips had twisted into an unreadable twitching situation, corners beginning to curl up.

What also grabbed his attention was the smeared paint along your bare hands and arms… and your thighs, and shoulders, your chest… even your cheeks were smudged with soft greens and yellows.

You had been painting again.

You loved painting… he was glad to see you hadn’t changed so much. But then again, he could be rather arrogant to think you’d stop your lifestyle just because of him, especially since you made it a point to push him out of it.

Then he saw your face.

Those Amber eyes… filled with emotions that made Alex’s blood run cold, only because he couldn’t read them.

Had you hated him…? He couldn’t blame you.

“That my shirt…?”, suddenly, the note to avoid pettiness had left the window.

It was official when you cocked your hip and leaned against your doorframe, an unimpressed brow arched high..

“Looked better on me anyway…” you shrugged, sipping the tea from the mug clutched firmly in your hand.

“Miss me that much?”, he pulled his sunglasses off and titled his head.

“A bit ironic isn’t it?” You sighed, peaking over his shoulder as if bored with him already and hoping for someone else to arrive.

“Don’t see how..”, Alex shrugged, pushing past you and into your home without a second though.

What you said next, well he had it coming.

“Look who’s popping up on my front porch, and pushing themselves back in again.”

You had made a valid point, and he avoided turning around to face you again, moving through your house towards your studio instead.

You followed, arms crossed and eyes rolled hard. But deep down in the pit of your stomach, those butterflies became to swarm.

You missed this man undeniably. The shirt you wore was only a fraction of the many you had folded neatly in his drawer you still kept…

Not a night went by where you hadn’t cried yourself to sleep with the help of old love letter readings, where you hadn’t driven yourself mad with his name on your lips and your fingers buried between your legs.

You missed Alex dearly. Painfully…

Right now, seeing him felt like a dream, watching and following close behind him as he moved down the halls of your home and into your studio.

The brightness only added to the euphoric feeling in your chest. You watched as he smirked to himself… his eyes took in the various unfinished canvases stacked along the walls, and the shelves piled high with old paint bottles…

The portrait you made of him still hung high above all your other beautiful works.

“Thought you promised to burn that…”, he cleared his throat and tugged off his thin striped blazer.

“Never got around to it..”, you mumbled, moving over to plant yourself down on the old stool in front of your canvas in progress.

“Nice to see you’re still painting… you make quite the mess too.”, he nodded towards your paint covered skin.

You were both childishly dancing around the words that burned on your mouths, like hot gum. Alex nearly felt his skin burn alone at the sight of you. The high open windows let a light in that made you appear ethereal…

Messily decorated and smudged with every color of the rainbow, you were magnificent.

“What’re you doing here, Alex.”, you frowned and watched as his body blew around to face you, limp like a puppet on a string.

Perhaps your string.

“You know why, love. Why’d you let me in…?”, he stepped closer and your frown deepened.

He looked calm, too calm, like he knew how this would all play out and that alone made you bubble with agitation.

“…You know why.”

He swallowed, and you could’ve swore the tips of his ears began to redden, hidden by the fallen Sandy locks of his un-gelled hair.

He liked pressing your buttons, making you tic…

“You’re too cruel...” He spoke, and finally he stood close enough to grip the collar of his shirt you wore, rubbing the fabric between his trembling fingers.

“Don’t do that…”, you glared up at him from your sitting position. “That isn’t fair and you know that.”

You hated how nonchalant he could be. You felt your body begin to brim and you swallowed thickly. The sun from the windows began to bake you both and the tension was rising to a suffocating high.

He needed you, wanted you, craved you like a drug and you wanted to hear him say it.

You didn’t care how…

With tears in his eyes, sweat on his brow, on his knees, underneath you, panting and out of breath…

You wanted him weak, and broken… and at your mercy.

As Alex stared down at you now, he felt his heart was about to beat from his chest. He knew he had stepped into the lion’s den and he didn’t want to look back.

Just then you shot up from your sitting position, acting off sheer instinct when you crushed your lips against his own. He immediately returned it, gripping at your hips and waist with an urgency.

It was like a fire had been lit between the two of you, electrifying and full of something you had grown to know all to well.

Alex’s mouth worked with ravenous intent, and it irked you in the back of your mind to think he had become rather spoiled in your… toxic patterns.

Your lips lingered on each other’s for only a moment longer before you felt yourself being backed into what you quickly learned was your work bench. With one strong arm’s sweep, Alex sent all your paints and colors to the ground with a clattering crash.

He caught your mouth in another painfully delicious kiss before your protests could be heard, lifting you up with ease and setting you down in place.

You had grown drunk.

You had began to devour each other with a fever and soon, you found yourself growing undone. Alex slotted himself firmly between your thighs, his hands reluctantly leaving the smooth skin of your hips and waist to squeeze their plushy flesh in calloused, ringed hands.

You mewled into his mouth and soon, he pulled away, paying close attention to the clean, unmarked skin of your neck. He’d have to change that. Alex payed very close attention to detail indeed.

You rolled your hips against his own and you knew he felt it too, his gentle groans rippling between the two of you. Alex touched your body with the same possessiveness you had shamelessly missed, and now you could only return the favor…

If he’d let you. If he’d let your head stop spinning and hand you the controls.

You felt his fingers find your center, thumb pressing feebly against that swelling ball of nerves that had began to call his name, still protected by the thin layer of your lace underwear... You couldn’t help but gasp, back arching off the table, hips pressing into his palm in search of that friction…

You could feel his smile against your neck, pleased and appreciative… knowing all to well how nicely his fingers made you tick. You rolled your neck around, his lips still painting the flesh more vivid than your violet paints before finally, your cursed and pressed your hands to his chest.

You shoved him back with a new found force, panting and panicked, in a flushed daze.

Alex stumbled until ultimately tripping onto his back, elbows planted into the sheet covered ground as the fallen paints from before splashed up all around him in vibrant puddles. Various hues of red, yellow, violet, and gold touched his clothes, his bare arms and cheeks… splashes of color slapped his skin and hair in a way that could only make such a mess look like art.

Lust swam between his and your own stormy gaze. Hair disheveled, eyes dark, lips swollen and glossed with desire. You didn’t share a word then, none were needed.

You raked a slow hand through your hair and cursed, licking your lips and eyeing the space around you before your eyes found home again in his. Alex stared up at you, swallowing thickly, pink paint rolling down his cheeks only to blend with his natural flushed state.

“Your shirt…”, you breathed, fixing his dress-shirt on your shoulders. “Take it off.”

He quickly obeyed, arms flexing up as he pulled the suddenly obnoxious fabric over his shoulders to toss it somewhere unimportant.

“Pants… and everything else.”, you moved in sync with him this time.

The clatter off his belt was the only thing that could be heard as the two of you shuffled to rid yourselves of any restraints. As Alex finally tossed his jeans, boots and socks aside, he gulped.

He watched as the thin lace underwear you wore slid down your legs, dropping off your ankles to the ground below. He was embarrassingly hard, his arousal prominent in the glossed, flushed red tint of his length.

You slid off the counter and towards him before Alex was finally leaned back on his elbows, quiet and hungry with anticipation for you.

He only wanted to be devoured by you…

“This paint is cold…”, only to fill the silence he spoke, unsteady and nervous. The spilt paint had indeed began to coat his thighs and arms with every shift of his body.

You could only chuckle, you wished you had a camera.

You lowered yourself down slowly, movements careful and calculated. Finally you sat on his thighs straddling him close once he sat up to hug you tight.

“You’re not in charge, Alex… I am.”, you whispered against his mouth, already parted for you taste once more.

“You’ve annoyed me, today. And now I’m going to take it all out… on you.”

That stung, in a way that shot right down to his erection, instantly twitching in approval. Your eyes bore into his soul and stripped him down to nothing. Eye to eye with you alone made him feel as if he couldn’t last another moment.

Alex knew you wouldn’t care, you’d simply sit back to watch him finish, call him names. He secretly liked how cruel you could be like this… He was putty in your hands.

“So mean…”, he murmured, just as your lips met his own.

Your hands, now dipped and smeared with wet pigment ran down his his bare neck and chest until he was graffitied down with crimsons and blues. The purple shades on his neck were rather artistic too.

Back then you had been known to be friends with the pretty boys, when you and Alex found each other… he had fought to be your favorite. Now he he was all yours and best of all… you were his.

Too lost in your lips, he hadn’t realized when you lifted your hips, only to slide down onto him with a slowness that made his shiver. His limbs tightened briefly, gasping against your mouth as you two groaned out careful praises.

You tightened around him, and he squeezed his eyes shut, sinking into your velvety warmth in a daze. You began to roll your hips and he cursed your name, his jaw going slack as the pleasure shot through him in waves.

You were in pure ecstasy, your mouth falling open, eyes rolling back as you nestled your head into the crook of his neck. His shirt began to slide down your painted shoulders, and Alex took the opportunity to kiss the soft skin, biting gently as you rocked faster.

Your head was spinning, the pleasure and emotion sending you reeling into an oblivion. Your rasped cries began to madden and soon you hissed at the sting of Alex’s bite, pulling away enough to shove him down completely.

Alex laid flat on his back, his fair falling from his eyes as he stared up at you, gripping your hips to leave hand prints of magenta and black for later… Your movements quickened, roughened and soon the two of you were lost in each others cries.

You stared down at him, your hips keeping rythme as you watched him closely. Alex looked dazed, eyes half-lidded as his broken, hoarse groans were returned with breathless giggles and sweet praises.

You watched as he took your hands and guided them around his throat, eyes a-little wider now, pleading and desperate. Alex loved to be hurt… you quickly learned that about him.

You learned that he liked not always being in control, especially if it meant you’d ruin him like this. Angry, desperate, rough… he joked about how sick he must be to enjoy such things, but if that were the case you wish everyone were as sick as him.

You stared down at him, lips parted as you leaned down to kiss him slow. It was messy and frantic, a thin string of saliva stretching between the two of you as you pulled away, pressing him down into the ground by his throat when he chased your mouth for more.

For a moment you forgot yourself, in the pleasure, in the emotions, in him.

You tightened your grip around his throat, clenching yourself around him, watching as his cheeks and ears went up in rosy flames. How he groaned out your name in frantic, broken cries and his hips bucked into you, hitting your sweetest spot at a delicious angle.

You cooed, brushing some more hair from his glossy eyes. Sweat glazed over the both of your painted bodies, and you knew Alex was close when he tried to slow your hips to a gentler pace.

“Hands off, darling…~”, you purred, hands leaving his neck to scrape down his chest.

Alex shuttered, whining out in his deeper register, words incoherent now as you bounced your hips steadily. Sounds that were anything but innocent began to bounce off the walls and Alex felt his stomach tighten.

“St-stop, love. I’m coming. Darling, please- I-!”, his pleads were false, Alex knew it. He wanted to be driven mad.

Your hands found his throat again, squeezing hard just as he felt his body tense and release, his bucking upwards and finally locking down into the paint soiled hardwood.

He shook gently, stuttering around a stream of curses along with your name as he finally spilled over. He could hardly breath, his breath catching in his throat as he saw stars, your hands still wrapping around his throat.

Alex assumed the intensity had already reached its peak as you finally slowed your hips to a stop, letting him ride out his orgasm and returning his breath… until your hips began to move once more.

You mentally swooned at the way he stuttered into hushed pleas almost immediately, gripping your hips so hard he’d leave bruises for the following days to come.

You laughed aloud, dreamy and in love. Seeing him so ruined beneath you after how cocky he had been earlier.. it drove you mad.

“I’m not finished, Al…~”, you purred, kissing down his neck as he turned his head to the side, desperate to control himself.

His stomach tightened and released again and he nearly saw white, the over-stimulation so beautiful it hurt.

“M’- I- sweetheart, please-~”, over and over the helpless begs spilled from his lips, and you couldn’t help but comb your fingers though his purple streaked hair.

You felt that knot begin to tighten in your stomach and soon you, slowed down, clenching around him as your body jerked in place, the orgasm hitting you like a shockwave, and Alex as well.

You cried out, collapsing on top of him as he held you close. His dress shirt had fallen to pool around your elbows and waist now, your chest ok full display pressed against his own.

You let it wash over, your heart racing a mile a minute, and you could feel Alex’s too. You kissing his bare shoulders and cheeks, soothing the intensity as you both came down…

There was a moment where it had just been breathing. Erratic, then hesitant, then steady… the two of you coached each other through it with touch alone.

After another moment, you sat up again and slowly pulled yourself off of him, watching as Alex peered up at you, eyes hardly open.

“Are you alright…?”, you questioned softly, rubbing his chest, and adding your name in purple paint.

He only nodded, small yet firm , resting his hands on your thighs and smearing them yet again with partial hand prints.

“…Let’s talk, Alex.”

It was evident that there was much to be discussed, the wave of ecstasy only leaving you both with a feeling of… anxiety.

It was only after a shared shower with colorful mud mixed water running down your limbs, hushed giggles and gentle kisses on warm wet skin, that the two of you could then cuddle up and talk…

———

𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝.

A/N: This was…filthy. But I feel like it was fitting. Submissive Alex, rough sex on the floor, in an art studio, covered in paint… He can be so odd yet captivating with romance. I love him.

#alex turner #arctic monkeys #alex turner imagine #alex turner fanfic #alex turner headcanons #alex turner x reader #arctic monkeys x reader #writing #art history #bodypaint

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pines-ghosts · 1 month

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🛠️ the mechanic and the android 🤖 Headcanons

Timmy ⭐️

Run away from home at 16

Drop out school to start working to save money

Start to work with Shirley

Best mechanic in town

Has a crush on Trixie

Doesn’t understand why people turn themselves into androids or why they are so cool

He enjoys life and food

Strong boy 💪🏻

His best friends are Chester and Veronica

His dynamic (with Jimmy ) for romance is Slow Burn 🔥💕

Found Jimmy at the workshop stealing stuff at midnight

He helped him

Then gets involved in a conflict between Jimmy and the Bad guys ©️

Often the damsel in distress

Hates weapons so he didn’t learn how to use them

Kinda hot (not enough for Trixie tho)

Likes to make Jimmy jealous

He prefers to fix electronic devices rather than androids or robots

Just fix Jimmy

Jimmy ⭐️

Crazy scientist 🧑‍🔬

His human capacity interfered with his ambition towards science

That’s why he made himself an android

Still need rest / sleep time , but not much compared to full humans

Keeps the emotional parts of a human ( he doesn’t want to turn into a machine, not his goal)

Leaves alone , he moved as soon he decided to change himself

Doesn’t really needs to eat, he do it to give Timmy company

Fell first 💕

Overprotective over Timmy

Just let Timmy fix his gadgets

Starts learning to enjoy other things beside science

Jealous

Has a fight mode

Strong boy 💪🏻

Can modify his body to suit his needs in fight (weapons, speed , protection etc)

Keep contact with Carl and Sheen

Had a fight with Cindy because of the decision of turn himself into an android

His parents send him letters but he is not strong enough to answer them

Likes to touch Timmy

Gets angry when Timmy asks him to “print” things or do computer stuff

->they are adults who do adults things <-

#the mechanic and the android #timmy turner #nicktoons unite #my art #fop #jimmy neutron #fairly oddparents #jimmy timmy #timmy jimmy #timmyjimmy #jimmytimmy #🛠️🤖#headcanons #nicktoons unite au #nu au #jimmy timmy power hour

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sw33tsuccubus · 5 months

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✮𝒜𝓁𝑒𝓍 𝒯𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝓇 𝐵𝑜𝓎𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓈✮

Always purposefully leaves an article of clothing at your house whenever he stays over. Sometimes a hoodie, sometimes a tee shirt, sometimes a button down. It’s always an excuse to come back, even though he doesn’t need one. He always smiles to himself when you wear his clothes, however.

He writes the sweetest things about you, in the forms of poetry and lyrics. Some things are too personal to put in song, some even too personal to show you. He keeps these in a shoe box he keeps hidden under his bed.

He loves writing you love letters, putting how he feels into words so you’re always updated. As time goes on, they get more descriptive and the words and meanings behind them more powerful. In the beginning it’s all cutesy and gives you butterflies, and the longer the relationship, the deeper the feels they give you.

He would never fuel whatever goes on when a fight starts. He always calms himself and asks you to do the same so you can talk like humans. Sometimes he’s angry, sometimes he says things he doesn’t mean, and he always feels bad after. If he ever says anything that hurts you, he asks you to slap him.

If you cry, he cries. Your emotions might as well be his as well. He hates seeing you upset, he’s always working to make sure your favorite snacks are always in the kitchen and your favorite clothes always cleaned. If you’re mad, he gives you a hug and kisses your hair, asking you to calm down.

When he’s upset, he asks to be left alone. He comes to you after a few moments, laying his head on your shoulder and closing his eyes. He takes deep breaths, taking your hand in his and squeezing it softly. He mumbles lyrics to his favorite songs, though sometimes he’ll prefer silence.

He loves getting drunk with you and dancing in the kitchen. Sometimes you make cookies together and dance to old love songs. Laughing at how fun it is, but also at how intimate it is. He loves brushing your hair out of your face and kissing it all over. As sloppy as it is, it makes the two of you giggle. When the cookies are done, you eat them all and head to bed, getting tangled in the others’ limbs.

He’s a bit of a snorer. It’s not terribly loud, but it’s not quiet. It was a nightmare when you first started sleeping in the same bed, but it was easy to adjust to. As long as you could wake up to him in the morning, his peaceful sleeping face or his cute just-woken up one. Sometimes he’ll talk in his sleep, and you’ve had a conversation once or twice. It’s hilarious.

He loves taking you on dates. Dinner could range from crappy takeout food to a fancy restaurant. He’ll walk around a store with you, an arm around you and look at all the merchandise. He always buys you some bracelet or some snack. He loves driving late at night and blasting music. He loves cuddling up to you while bundled under a blanket and watching some random movie.

Pet names kind of slip from his lips. Darling, dear, love, baby. Even when he calls your name, it’s filled with intent. His accent makes it sound just right, like your name is only his to say.

#alex turner x reader #headcanons #gn reader #boyfriend headcanons #alex turner

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justafairytailofinnocence · 2 days

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may i request a headcanon, imagine, or oneshot (whichever is easiest and best for you!) of will turner x male (or GN if it works better for you!) who’s like..a vampire. has super sharp + long canine teeth (and whatever the ‘bottom canine’ teeth are called), slightly pointy ears, heightened senses, sensitivity to sun, obviously the, y’know, drinks blood bit-

if you want more information, or just don’t want to do it at all, no worries! also, feel free to alter anything to your wishes! have a great day! :)

Will turner x m/gn vampire reader 🧛🌊

A/n: so, in this headcanon despite it being an x reader of male or gn, your nickname is Alucard.

The night was your life. The blood was your need, and death was an old friend. You were a creature of the night; a nosferatu, a demon, a monster who preyed on the weak—draining their blood when you were hungry.

In 1696, you were a living being with a beating heart—you were able to breathe life, and you were able to feel satisfied in hunger, thirst, and desire. You had outlived your predecessors. You were a product made not of god's creation.

You went by many names, but the most known being 'diavolul nopţii' or 'el diablo de la noche'. The devil of the night 🌙.

You had no recollections of your origin. It was many centuries ago. You recalled being born in 1462, the time of the great war between vlad the imapler, son of the dracul, and the Ottoman empire.

You were but a small child, too young to remember your parents. They had perhaps abandoned you during the time of the war to save their own skin or planned to use you as a sacrifice to save themselves from the deranged vlad or ottomans themselves.

You remembered seeing the whisps of flames surrounding the outside of your home. Scared and unkowning of what to do, you ran beneath the small, chiselled wooden dining table. You knew death was imitable. The flames growing by the second, and the black smoke clouding the rooms in a whole. Sooner or later, you'll be engulfed, seeing hell before you.

As your vision became blurry and your breath running thin. A shape you barely made out gripped you by the rags you wore, carrying your small body out from the burning building. Mayhaps it was the grace of God sparing you, a child, from a horrific death.

A tall man with a stout build covered in heavy silver armour dropped you from his shoulder. You were brought before a man with wide, green eyes, a long straight nose with a thin-reddish face.

It was him. You thought. It was—Prince Vlad tepes.

You spoke no words, you didn't know how to. All you could do was bow your head as Vlad sneered at you, assuming you were a peasant.

"Kill the boy/child—" His voice was raspy with a snide. Until the army man who saved you had holted the others. "Your grace, a symbol, look! On the boy's/child's arm."

Vlad, curious, narrowed his eyes, gripping the boy's arm with brute force and lifting his rag's sleeve. "A Diavol, my lord, a chosen sacrafice." The army man spoke out.

Vlad's eyes remained narrow, depicting a decision one could assume to kill or let live.

He waved a signal to his men, and immediately, you were bounded by rope, tossed on the back of the army man's white stallion, riding back toward the bran castle in the Transylvanian Alps, the southern Cartharpian mountains.

Through your childhood, you had been adopted as an apprentice to study in the black arts of magic and alchemy. Some say you were the adopted son of vlad, yet he was far from what you expected. You were dubbed Alucard. The son of the dracul'.

Many described you as clean in appearance, appearing with innocent eyes yet written with damage from the world's doing.

You read many books and history and learnt many skills that none had been able to achieve. You had a strong connection with the strigoi and moroi. Both blood sucking creatures that rose from the dead.

As you entered your teenage years, you had a fascination for blood, a fondness rather. Studying it, observing it from animals or others. You wanted to learn the science behind it, straying from the myths and lies the churches had been trying to explain.

Many feared you would turn into Vlad himself, a monster depraved of humanity.

Vlad hadn't always been the doting father figure, yet he was proud to say you were the closet thing to a son he ever had.

One day, in the village, you were arriving back from gathering ingredients to conjure your experiment. You met a young man, same as your age. He was different, though, in contrast to your appearance. He was more fuller in life. He had dark brown hair that reached his shoulders with brown eyes. He wore a light brown garb, and he carried a book with a familiar symbol.

"Speak your name, or you shall fall from the pits of grace," you sneered, the same way your father had once when he saw you.

"Forgive me, my name is avram," he pleaded.

The boy was far weaker and submissive compared to your stature.

You didn't think much of him yet, you later learnt he was the son of a Catholic man. He was kinder, not threatening you, which was foreign in your eyes.

"Your eyes, it's as if life has crumbled before you," avram nervously commented.

"What do you know of my life, you know nothing," you said with a hiss.

"I may not know you deeply, but I know lightness can be shed even in the darkest of man," he smiled softly.

You sneered, "Your foolish tongue shall be carved onto my silver platter."

Before you said anything more, he knelt down and offered you a plant—malva. He then placed it in your hand, curling your fingers. "I can teach you life. Healing is one of many things gifted from god's love. And everything around deserves life—even you."

You found yourself staring into his deep brown eyes. There was something about this boy you found different. Your cheeks turned to a slight tinge of red. You've never felt this way before. All you've known is darkness and evil, yet when he introduced you to light, you felt an odd sensation of warmth.

In the coming days, you tried to catch up with the avram, spending every hour speaking of amenities of healing and treatment. During the nights, you dreamt of him, desiring to lie in the sun by his son as he comforted you from the darkness.

You hadn't seen vlad in days, wondering if he was dead, but for now, it didn't matter. You had, for once in your life, felt a happiness you've yearned for.

Avram was the personafication of light.

On one summer eve, you both lay in the Cartharpian mountains forest, feeling the warmth on your faces. Your eyes lingered over to his hand, and with curiosity, you grabbed it. "I never told you my name. It's Alucard."

He smiled, a lightness emitting from within his words. "I will light the way through your darkness, Alucard, I'll guide the light through hell and heaven to save you".

Filled with emotions, both your hands cupped Avram's cheek, pulling him toward you into a kiss.

His lips were soft and wet, yours rough with a slight smoothness. You found love, and he was the love of your life.

Yet, that would soon change when you arrived back at the castle's gate. You saw blood trailed from the outer path. Curious, you followed it back inside until it led you to the castle's main entrance. Bodies—the bodies of the guards and armies men lay dead among the stone floors of the castle.

Creeping inside the castle, trailing along the blood along the stone floors. You stop, the blood trailed from the floor to the walls and—to the roof. You clenched your mouth in confusion and rage. Someone had trespassed into your home and slaughtered your father's allies. Soon, your thoughts turned to fear, fearing your father would be dead.

You dashed through the main room of the castle until you reached his chambers. From there, you opened the wooden door, entering slowly, seeing more blood trails running up the wall.

Something scurried behind you. You turned, yet a dark shadow had emerged. "My dear boy/child, oh how you've grown," two elongated fingers with sharp nails like claws grasped both your shoulders.

"Tată, what happened to you?" you said, backing slowly against the wall. The fear you felt was flashing back to when you were in your house as a child surrounded by fire.

"I've read your little book of necromancy, I've taken it upon myself to become a creature not of god's grace," he said with a hiss. You could feel a hint of two long canines poking your skin.

"A vampyre," his grip hardened as you winced.

Your eyes widened as you felt two long needle like canines pierce your neck with ease. Your body paralysed, and you could feel the burning sensation overtake your throat.

"I grant you the powers of a nosferatu." Your vision turned to black as the last thing you felt was the burning sensation of fire.

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1728, the day of the commodore's promotion. Will was making a small sword decorated with tinges of gold in the hilt.

He was excited he completed such fine mastery, but more so, it's a chance to see Elizabeth.

He placed a black leather scabbard over the fine smallsword. The hilt stuck out and attached at the very end of the end of the pammel was a silver rope like tassel.

He began to head toward the manor to show Govener Swann the Commodore's sword.

Trailing along the docks of Port Royal, he noticed a mysterious figure. The figure wasn't like anyone he had met before. However, he didn't want to meddle and dally. He disregarded the stranger and kept trailing on toward the path of the manor.

The stranger locked eyes onto his; a young man/person in their early adulthood, around the same age. You stared deeply into Will's eyes. Your frontal canines were longer than any human he knew, and his ears were angular.

Your eyes were a deep crimson that had some alluring affect to them.

Will was baffled by the appearance yet pulled in by the appeal.

You wore a dark overcoat concealing your attire and a dark laced umbrella to protect yourself from the sun.

Your ears perked up, hearing his blood flow and light breaths. You knew he was curious about you.

Your thin snake like tongue licked your lips when your eyes laid upon his neck.

Will was strangely allured to you. Your elongated fingers stretched around Will's head. "Avram, my love, I've returned at last," he heard in a muttered husk.

Will perked up his neck as you leant forward, you shifted your height at will, and your canines grew more as your irises turned from red to black.

Yet, as you leaned down, the sunlight touched your wrist, causing you to feel slightly burning. You hissed back into the shadow of the building.

Will confused stumbled back. "What are you—".

You replied with a guttural lurking growl, "not of your kind."

Will, out of instinct, drew out the commodore's sword. "I warn you sir, I do not wish to fight you, I'm saving the day for when I use a sword, it'll be for a pirate—so I can kill it."

As he lunged forward, your body turned to a black mist, tempting him forward. He dropped the smallsword as you wrapped your hands around his. "Do. Not. Fear. Me" you say sternly.

"—Avram—come to me—come to the land of the living and the damned" your lips softly press against Will's.

Will was strangely paralysed, as if it was hypnosis, holting him from any movement.

He wondered, who Avram was? Why you called him so?

He gently called out, whispering "My n-name is Will Turner."

As he closed his eyes, you vanished, dropping his weight. He steadied himself looking around.

You were no where in sight.

He picked up the commodore's sword coming to his senses, trailing on—not wanting to find out what will come next.

Over the the next few days, you stalked him, keeping up with his sleeping patterns. Leaving gifts for him and gently enamouring him in your grasp.

Though, when you learnt of Elizabeth Swann, your mouth growled with a disdainful hiss. You fell in love with Will, you needed him, he was the only connection to Avram.

Only you hatched a plan to turn Will on a dead night. To make him your lover and live in the castle of wallachia—only problem—Dracula.

#will turner #will turner x reader #will turner x vampire reader #will turner x you #will turner headcanon #pirates of the caribbean #pirates of the caribbean headcanon #potc #potc headcanon #pirates of the carribean

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flowerbxuquet · 7 months

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The core 7 Yellowjackets with an s/o who loves halloween.

A/n: HAPPY OCTOBER!!! i luv halloween season

Characters: Natalie Scatorccio, Lottie Matthews, Van Palmer, Misty Quigley, Shauna Shipman and Taissa Turner

Natalie Scatorccio

“That is so childish”

And then she does everything with you anyways.

Natalie didn’t have an awesome childhood, sure she went trick or treating a few times but she never got super into any of that stuff.

Shes hesitant at first, not really seeing the point until she sees how excited you are about getting in the halloween spirit.

Natalie ends up getting just as excited about halloween as you do once she gets super into festivities

matching costumes

eating candy

carving pumpkins

and most importantly

scaring the shit out of little kids.

Natalie likes the scary aspect of halloween.

Natalie is the type of person to go to spirit halloween to try out all the animatronics

she buys abunch of freaky little masks to scare you with.

oh she’s AWFUL when it comes to actual Halloween night

leaves a bowl of candy outside the trailer with a sign and then jumps out to scare the living shit out of little kids with some scary ass masks.

“Natalie! That is SO mean!” You scold her, she thinks it’s funny though.

Natalie would love your halloween obsession, although hesitant at first, she would indulge in the fun.

Lottie Matthews

“But why though?”

Lottie doesn’t get it.

C’mon guys, let’s be serious

she’s rich

I don’t think this girls ever gone trick or treating in her life

her parents didn’t see the point of going out and asking for free candy when they could literally buy Lottie pounds of it whenever she wanted to.

Lottie doesn’t really strike me as someone who likes chocolate.

she likes other candy, probably sour stuff or like jolly ranchers.

she likes the baking aspect of it though.

she’ll make halloween cookies with you or pumpkin bread or pie.

if you ask her to carve pumpkins with you..

it’s a big fat no

Lottie thinks it’s gross

she might carve one but you have to take out all the pumpkin guts for her

smh, princess behavior 🙄

she loves to go to pumpkin patches though, she thinks they’re cute.

she DOES NOT like scary stuff though.

no haunted houses for her

if you get her to watch any horror movies with you, she’ll squeal and cling onto you the whole time (pookie)

she likes to hand out candy though.

Lottie likes seeing all the cute little kids running around in costumes, it’s adorable to her

Lottie would love to have a matching couples costume though

Overall, Lottie is okay with halloween, she likes the cute costumes. She definitely prefers Christmas though.

Van Palmer

Are u serious?

Van FUCKING LOVES HALLOWEEN

Definitely trick or treated a lot as a kid and indulged in all of that shit even if her mom wasn’t very present.

Van loves to cuddle up and eat candy, watching horror movies with you.

She will ramble through all of the movies though, so beware.

Doesn’t really get scared easily.

Like Natalie, she will have a shit ton of scary masks

She’ll pop out at random moments and scare you, laughing her ass off

she doesn’t care how old she is

you guys are fucking going trick or treating

there’s literally no way to say no

you’re going

she doesn’t even dress up as anything scary or serious

she’ll dress up as some stupid shit like in the dinosaur costumes

jus for fun

she will def carve pumpkins with you

she’s not a good artist though, her pumpkins always end up wonky

but she’s cute so it’s ok

Van loves halloween so much and she’s glad her favorite person in the world is equally as passionate about it as she is.

you guys will be making out while watching a horror movie and she’ll break off the kiss to start rambling on about the movie

you’re just like ….

overall, Van loves halloween, and you guys will definitely be doing any festivities.

Decorating

Carving pumpkins

going to pumpkin patches

whatever

everything fr

Taissa Turner

Taissa doesn’t really care for halloween

like she doesn’t hate it but she doesn’t like it either

it’s just like

another day for her tbh

but if you’re into it, she’ll try and be supportive

she’s not scared easily

she’ll watch horror movies with a straight face

she jumps a little but that’s it

she likes some scary movies though so she’ll indulge with you.

she mostly likes laughing at the stupid characters and pointing out all the realistic flaws in the movie

Taissa will carve pumpkins with you, she’ll probably just do a basic jack-o-lantern though.

she’s probably gone trick or treating a few times

again, like Lottie, I don’t see her as a big chocolate person

she’d much rather just put out a bowl of candy and cuddle with you, watching scary movies.

she loves haunted houses though.

if you’re scared of them, she’ll laugh as you cling onto her while she barely even flinches

Not much to say abt Taissa tbh

she doesn’t hate halloween but she doesn’t like it either

not really a holiday person.

Shauna Shipman

Shauna likes halloween as much as a normal person does

She just loves fall

Snuggling up with you and making hot cocoa while reading a book

shes just a fall girlie

she loves the pumpkin spice drinks LMFAOOO

loves having matching costumes

Shauna has a sweet tooth def

so you guys will buy loads of candy if you don’t want to go trick or treating

you guys probably got a candy bowl to put outside and then last minute decided you guys wanted it instead 😭��

Shauna will carve pumpkins with you because she thinks it’s pretty

she LOVE LOVE LOVES pumpkin patches

walking around and looking at all the fall decorations and events.

holding onto you because, atleast at the pumpkin patches i’ve gone to, the scare actors will walk around

Shauna likes horror movies but she’s still very afraid of them

clinging to you while she watches through peeked eyes

she’s definitely tried to scare you a few times but she’s bad at it

pops out too late

or you just don’t walk past the room she’s waiting in and she gets bored

she loves to decorate though

she thinks the animatronics are cool, she’ll just go to spirit to look at them

not even scared

just fascinated

her favorite halloween movie is halloweentown bye this is real if u don’t agree ur not correct

makes you watch every single halloweentown movie

multiple times

the whole month of October

Shauna likes to bake the little halloween cookies, or pumpkin pie or bread

Shauna just loves pumpkin, it’s definitely her favorite flavor.

overall, Shauna likes halloween, but she’s not too obsessed. But she would love to indulge in your obsession.

Misty Quigley

Misty understands!!!

Misty loves halloween too!!!

Misty never had friends growing up, so if you want to spend time with her doing halloween stuff she will LOVE it

she’ll carve pumpkins, decorate, visit stores, go to pumpkin patches with you

oh god, if you like to go trick or treating and you ask her to come

she will MELT

no one ever wanted to hang out with her growing up and no one ever asked her that.

“Are you…crying?” You ask, confused once you ask Misty to come trick or treating with you.

She isn’t very scared, but she will squeak and flinch a lot during movies or haunted houses.

or she’ll pretend to be scared..

so you can hold her close and cuddle her.. :))

Misty loves to bake, so she will want to bake little fall treats with you as well.

she likes haunted houses I think, she loves the adrenaline of it all

or like escape rooms

Misty lives for that adrenaline pumping shit.

Misty will want to have matching costumes

she honestly doesn’t even care what it is

she just likes to know someone likes her enough to match with her.

Misty gets kind of carried away though..

like if you just want to have a chill halloween and just hand out candy

Misty will probably try to teasingly scare children in like a playful way

it’s not playful

she probably ends up traumatizing these kids for life in some way

pretends to cut her hand off or something but it looks hyper realistic for some reason.

“Misty..you gotta stop doing that..” “What? I’m just having fun!”

Misty’s so innocent she doesn’t really realize that’s she’s well..

terrifying

Misty also definitely has a sweet tooth so if you guys don’t end up trick or treating

you will definitely end up with pounds of candy regardless

Misty would rather have a chill night in, snuggling and eating chocolate with you anyways.

overall, Misty is awesome and scary and she loves halloween jus as much as u do <33

#natalie scatorccio x reader #lottie matthews x reader #misty quigley x reader #shauna shipman x reader #vanessa palmer x reader #van palmer x reader #taissa turner x reader #yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #headcanons #fluff

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witchthewriter · 1 month

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𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

Warnings: knife flirting, a bit nsfw but not much

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

ISTJ

Gryffindor

Lawful Good

Capricorn Sun, Cancer Moon, Libra Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・You were enemies, you were supposed to be enemies.

・But fate (always) has other plans.

・Your first interaction wasn't the normal law vs outlaw situation

・It was like James couldn't breathe; your eyes, there was something so ... invigorating about them. They drew him in. Words became difficult.

・But when you pulled a weapon, he snapped back into his normal self.

・With his sword pressed against your neck, your smirked and in a flash, twirled and slipped out a hidden dagger. With the sharp knife pressed against his throat, you both subconciously agreed never to hurt one another. Even if you were sworn enemies.

"What's your name?" James said sternly. The height difference made it harder to keep your dagger pressed to his skin.

"Oh, wig, wouldn't you like to know?" And then you lightly bit his ear and disappeared.

・A shiver went down his spine.

・And he hoped no one saw the interaction, because now he was smiling.

・When you were apart, time felt like it was going by too quickly. James was yearning for you, his heart thudding whenever he thought about you.

・After running into each other three separate times, being away from you was too much to bear.

・When you were together, time stopped.

・Eyes looking into eyes. Hands caressing the smallest part of bare skin. Both of you were breathless.

・But you had to keep this from your crew. From the rest of the pirate community.

・If they knew you were together with someone from the law, no one would trust you.

・Your nickname for him is 'wig,' since he always wears that awful powdered white wig. You've told him how terrible it is, but he sees it as another badge for his status.

・Being together means you become more open-minded. You see things from each other's point of views.

・You love the way he becomes so flustered when you whisper in his ear. He always thanks the good god in heaven that he's wearing sleeves because goosebumps erupt as well.

・When he whispered, "I love you," for the first time, you couldn't breathe. This wasn't supposed to go so far. But it did. It has.

・You sat up as thoughts flooded your head.

・Could you ever get married? Would either of you even want to quit your life for the other?

・You looked back at James, who was sprawled in the sheets. His ugly wig discarded, no uniform to be found.

・All you wanted to do was stay in his arms. But your crew could only stay drunk for so long. And you had to get back to them.

・One thing you did know, was that his love would last.

・But your life wasn't ready to change just yet; so you both got dressed, kissed each other goodbye and ... walked away.

・As he had slipped a piece of parchment in your clothes. It read, "forever."

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Literal Angel (James) x Smooth Devil (You)

Soft for exactly one person (You) x Is that one person (James)

"Do you love me or do you love chaos?" (You) x "Yes" (James)

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

The true Enemies to Lovers

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈(s)

Wands Into The Earth by James Newton Howard

First Kiss by Howard Shore

You Can't Catch Me Now by Olivia Rodrigo

#witchthewriter #headcanons #james norrington #hector barbossa #captain jack sparrow #the curse of the black pearl #potc #pirates of the caribbean #james norrington x reader #norrington x pirate reader #pirate reader #witch the writer's headcanons #pirates of the caribbean headcanons #potc headcanons #potc x reader #davy jones potc #jack sparrow #will turner #elizabeth swann

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curtsbigspoon · 21 days

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do you have any fav nsfw buck x bucky headcanons/tropes? 👀

Do I ever?! (I have not gone one day without thinking of these men).

Firstly, I see them both as switches.

Now before you scream at me and say I’m insane, you need to hear me out.

John is a very feral man. He’s impulsive, reckless, has probably gotten too drunk and pulled Gale down onto his lap in front of everyone before.

“You missed the chair,” he’d tease, and Gale would roll his eyes, dragging himself off, face one of humour until he leans into John’s ear. “Cut it out, Bucky.”

John likes challenges. He’ll see how far he can get, sinking his hand under the table, nails grazing Gale’s knee, fingers massaging the insides of his thighs, doing everything he can until probably just outright grabbing at Gale’s bulge, palm swallowing it completely.

He likes how he’s bigger than Gale, likes feeling himself press up behind them, crowding them up against the wall of an alleyway or bending them over something and letting his hands take full grasp of the blond’s pretty perfect cheeks.

He likes to leave marks even though Gale tells him off and scolds him for it, likes to sink his teeth in wherever he can get, make sure whoever sees Gale as vulnerably as he does immediately understands he's claimed.

Gale might have the control, the final word, but John tests the limits, usually the one to be initiating something.

That’s not to say Gale plays no part in this.

No, he’s the one that lets John get away with it, might punish the brunet in some way just to teach a lesson. In their line of work, it’s not safe to be risking stuff on a daily basis, even if they are careful. Well, even if Gale is.

Still, he holds the leash, he tightens and loosens the collar, he calls the orders.

He’s the one to sit down on the edge of his bunk, spreading his legs, watching John kneel between them. He pats his thighs, slips his fingers in, grasping the locks and guiding them however he likes.

He definitely spoils John.

Lets himself sink onto their lap, lets them ride their cock inside of him, cooing and whispering soft little praises and petting at John’s face.

Lets himself be gentle when John offers himself up for Gale to take as he pleases.

Because John would give Gale anything and everything he asked for.

I have no idea if this was nsfw for you wee whores, so let me know if you want me to get more straight to the point next time. Sorry this is so overdue.

#masters of the air #mota #but gay #austin butler #callum turner #john egan #gale cleven #bucky #buck #buck x bucky #buckbucky #buck cleven #bucky egan #curtsbigspoon asks #curtsbigspoon headcanons #curtsbigspoon spicy

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captainwans · 19 days

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ONLY ONES WHO KNOWS.

— ALEX TURNER

pairing: alex turner x fem! reader

summary: she faces the emotional turmoil of loving someone she can’t have. alex brings her home one night, putting their entire relationship in jeopardy.

warning: vulgar language, unrequited love, sickeningly—gut wrenching angst because i love to torture myself, some descriptions of sa (briefly), mentions of drug and alcohol abuse and slight violence, traumatized alex and reader. don’t read if it makes you uncomfortable!

word count: 4,5k | ( picture not mine! )

masterlist!

…. ALEX HAD [Y/N] IN HIS ARMS AS HE ENTERED INSIDE HER APARTMENT, HIS HANDSOME FACE PAINTED WITH CONCERN AS HE LED THEM TOWARD HER BEDROOM. The lead vocalist quietly cursed, bumping into a counter with her by his side. He heard her quiet whimpers while she was glued into his chest, mumbling incoherent words as she halted with her steps. The one thing he hated the most was to see her in a drunk state. He remembered their early days when they were young and experiencing [Y/N] being taken advantage of, especially when she was intoxicated. There was one incident where Alex saved her from a guy, ending up being scarred in the process. She couldn’t remember the incident, only bits of it, but Alex remembered everything.

The memory of her lying down in the dirty mud scared and vulnerable kept replaying inside his head and he made sure that something like this would never happen again. After that incident, he always looked after her whenever they were out drinking. He always felt bad for lying when she asked about what happened that night, not wanting to burden her with more pain. He has received some questions and looks from his friends, especially his former girlfriends who always wondered why he took extra notice and care for the woman.

Tonight was just like all the previous times, with [Y/N] being so easily susceptible to alcohol and Alex watching her from afar, already noticing her change of demeanor as he was seated beside his girlfriend, who looked rather concerned for the woman Alex was looking at. She knew how close they were and she considered [Y/N] a good acquainted of hers. She did however question why he always waited for everyone to leave so that he could take her home.

His girlfriend frowned, her eyes looking back and forth from the intoxicated woman and to Alex, who aggressively bounced his leg. She watched him gripping his drink tightly, his knuckles turning white as he looked at [Y/N] laughing hysterically as she was on the dancefloor with an unknown man.

Alex’s mind wandered back to that night, the sound of her cries haunting his mind. His heart started to palpitate and he could feel his chest prickling. He subconsciously rubbed his chest to cease some of the discomfort, his eyes averting away from her toward his drink that was untouched. Flashes of his bloody hand engulfed his mind and he clenched his jaw. He felt a gentle hand touch his stubbed jaw, making him snap out of his state.

“Are you alright, babe?” His girlfriend asked, eyes tinted with concern. She grabbed a small tissue to wipe some sweat from his forehead, her fingers brushing a few hair strands away from his handsome features.

Alex’s smile curved upwards, covering his hands with hers before planting a chaste kiss on her knuckles. He nodded, inching closer to his lover to pull her into a gentle kiss. “I’m perfect,” he mumbled against her lips, completely oblivious of [Y/N] watching the couple with a pained expression as she was in the arms of a man she didn’t know.

[Y/N] tiredly sighed, her lips forming into a downward pout as she sat down on her bed. She furrowed her eyebrows, lips pressed into a thin line as she contemplated how many times Alex drove her home, and even going so far that she remembered him removing her makeup and taking her to bed. She hated him for that, in fact, she despised every single thing he did for her. From offering her a glass of water, pulling up her hair when she threw up into the toilet, to respectively helping her put on her pajamas. [Y/N] remembered telling Matt about why he always was the one who drove her home. She received the same halting response when she asked Alex.

“He just…doesn’t trust leaving you alone with the others. He worries a lot, you know, even with us.”

As their friendship evolved, she considered him a very close friend of hers, but as they grew older she became conflicted with her relationship with Alex. She remembered when all the times they had fun and partied, she woke up confused in the morning, watching her bare face freshly cleaned in the mirror, and noticing her dress from the previous night being neatly tucked and placed on her chair beside the nightstand. It wasn’t after three years that she realized that he was always the one who made sure that she got home safely. She felt ashamed for developing feelings for him when he was taken. She sometimes went so far to the point that she faked being drunk, just to be sober enough to feel his calloused hands gently removing her makeup and getting picked up into his arms to feel his warmth.

[Y/N] felt horrible and guilt ate her alive whenever she thought of his former girlfriends. They had to watch him leave with her and she wondered if she was the cause for some of his breakups. That thought always left a punch in the gut. She hated herself and grew more distant and reserved as the years went by to show respect. She was still supportive and went to their concerts, but the afterparties and late nights became fewer as the band grew more successful. However, the last few months had taken a toll on her when Alex asked her to come to one of their album release parties.

The work life had become hectic, which meant that she had almost no time for any social activities and family visits. Her apartment was getting refurnished, which meant bad quality sleep after six in the morning when the workers entered inside her house. And, what better way than to use alcohol as a coping mechanism to cease some of her life problems? And watching Alex in the arms of his lover increased the desire to drown in her misery with alcohol. She didn’t wanna come to the party at first, but after getting persuaded by Katie she couldn’t fight it against her. The rest was a blur and the only thing she remembered was being carried to the car, and leading her to where she currently was—ashamed, dirty, and tired of this endless loop.

“You still with me, love?” she snapped out of her melancholy, eyes slowly averting away from the floor toward Alex, who came out of the bathroom with a few cotton pads and her makeup remover. She felt like a fist was slowly closing over her heart, watching his expression softening as he kneeled down to her level. She lightly nodded, feeling the cotton on her skin.

She closed her eyes, feeling the cold liquid pressing over her eyelids as he removed bits of her eyeshadow. She opened her eyes, immediately locking eyes with his doe-eyes staring softly into hers. Alex gave her a small smile, causing the burning ache in her chest to claw all the way up to her throat. She avoided eye contact, feeling her eyes getting blurry with her tears. His finger traced over her jaw, his gentle and warm fingertips removing a small hair away from her skin and that was enough for her body to betray her.

[Y/N]’s body shook vigorously, along with her shoulders as she broke down. Hot tears trickled down her chin, her lips trembling like a child as she cried. She cried for everything. She cried for the love she could never have. She cried for the guilt and the shame that was etched into her heart, for being a burden to him and everyone else. She felt his hand on her cheek to tuck away some hair away from her glistening face, wiping away her tears, but she shook her head at him. She removed his hands, making him frown.

Alex’s stomach churned, watching her standing up from the bed with wobbly steps. His mind wandered back to the party, worry prickling inside his chest as he thought of the man she was with. He stood up and watched her pacing back and forth as soft cries emitted from her lips. His face scrunched into a deep frown, the sound of her cries leaving a scar inside his heart. “Did something happen? Did he do something to you?” he asked, his voice turning rigid and stoic.

She stopped pacing, her teary eyes looking at him. She hugged herself, her hands subconsciously rubbing her wrists as a way to comfort herself. She scoffed, shaking her head as she looked at him with a look he couldn’t quite decipher. “You know, I always longed to have songs written about me the way you write about them.”

Alex paused at her changing the subject, his frown deepening as he looked at her with a confused look. He opened his mouth, but closed it, not knowing what to say. He watched her face turning into a look of discomfort and he noticed her eyes glistening from the lights above her as she sniffled. “I was always confused the morning after we all hung out and I thought maybe it was my roommate who helped me change and remove my makeup, but it wasn’t her. I didn’t get it at first, and I was mostly too drunk to realize who it was. So, I wanted to test that theory. We were all out in a bar one night and I drank only a little to loosen up. I acted drunk and to my success, it worked. I noticed that you were always seated at a table and staring at me, watching my every move, like I was a bomb that was about to explode if you looked away. I was confused at first before I realized that it was you. You were the one who drove me home and helped me get to bed.” she voiced her thoughts, eyes staring into nothing.

“You were so gentle. You helped me get out of my dress and you were so respective about it,” she said, her voice hoarse as her mind wandered back to the memory. A lone tear fell down her chin, which she quickly wiped away. “You made sure that I drank up all the water from the cup and held my hair up when I threw up. I’ve never had someone taking care of me the way you do, Alex. I felt so safe with you and sometimes used that as an advantage just to have you all by myself.” she admitted, chin trembling as she sniffled, feeling her throat burn.

[Y/N] cried, putting her hands on her face to hide her shame. “It pains me to admit it because I’m so ashamed, Alex. I’m so fucking ashamed and feel so guilty when you here taking care of me when you were with someone else. But I couldn’t help it. It was the only way I could feel…loved. And that is so selfish of me, but….” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, but he heard her regardless.

Alex stood in front of her, unblinking as he tried to process what was coming out of her mouth. His lips parted in a silent surprise, brows shot up as a range of emotions hit him like a tidal wave. His face contorted into a deep scowl, feeling an inferno of anger slowly developing inside his chest. He pointed a finger at her, jaw clenched as his face turned stoic. “So, you’re telling me that all this time, you were faking it to get with me?” he said in a calming manner, tears welled inside his eyes.

She gave him a confused look, shaking her head as she folded her arms in front of her chest. “What? No, that’s not what I meant when I told you I faked it. I didn’t even know that it was you after a long time,” she defended with a deep frown, feeling her chest rise as her breaths became more quicker and shallow.

Alex dryly chuckled, his tears glistening from the lights above him. “But you did fake it, didn’t you? God, I can’t believe this, [Y/N].” he chided, his voice staggering with venom as he felt the dark cloud inside his chest squeezing his lungs. His breathing quickened and he rubbed his chest, clutching his shirt tightly. His jaw was tightly clutched and she wondered if his jaw would break by how clenched it was.

[Y/N] watched him slowly crumble, watching how his lips twitched as tears slowly traced down his cheeks. Her heart bled and she wanted nothing more than to wipe away his sadness, but she couldn’t. Not when it was her being the cause of his pain. She let out a shaky sigh, her glossy eyes looking anywhere but him. “You could’ve just left me alone, you know? You don’t always need to clean up my mess and be all up in my business,” she interjected, her tone rigid and cold.

Alex’s head snapped toward her, the look on his face sending chills down her spine. His gaze hardened as he inched closer to the woman, making her take a step backward. “I’m in your fucking business? Have you looked at yourself when you’re drunk, you don’t even know what half of the time is happening. You can’t even take care of yourself!” he mirrored her anger as he jabbed his finger into her neck, making her aggressively swat his hand away.

She scoffed, “Like you’re the one to talk. Have you looked in the mirror lately? Yeah, are you having relationship problems too? You’re no better than me, and you have no fucking right to tell me how I can’t take care of myself when you’re worse than me. I know you.” she chastised, her voice echoing across the room.

“Fuck you!” Alex shouted, the veins in his neck standing out. Scorn danced in his eyes and his lips formed into a thin line as he restrained himself from saying something he would regret. His lips emitted enraged breaths, chest heaving as they looked at each other. Silence engulfed the pair and the only sound they could hear was their heavy breathing, eyes pierced into each other like two swords.

“Why?” Alex broke the ice, his voice slightly cracking as he looked at her. His gaze softened, the fire in his eyes ceasing as he watched her tear away from his gaze. He watched her let out a teary laugh, noticing the whites in her eyes turning red. “God, don’t make me say it, Alex. I thought it was obvious.”

Alex’s face turned into a confused look, “I-I don’t understand, love. Why did you do it? Why did you fake everything–” he voiced his frustrations, but he got interrupted by [Y/N], sending him in a state of shock—like a deer was stuck in headlights.

“Because I love you, Alexander.” her voice wavered, lips trembling like a child as she let her guard down. She started to cry and her shoulders started to shake as she sauntered closer to him. “I love you.” she breathed out, gasping between her cries and inching closer. Her face contorted into a pained expression. “I love you. I love you, God, I love you so much that it hurts. I know I’m not supposed to, but god damn it, I can’t help it.”

Alex’s eyes were red and glassy from crying, and the rapid of his chest stuttered as his face crumpled. Her cries haunted his ears, making him cover his trembling hands over his face. I love you, kept repeating inside his brain like a mantra, “Fuck.” he croaked out, rubbing his glistening face. A tremor of guilt slowly started to gnaw inside of him, eating him alive.

[Y/N] squeezed her eyes shut, trying to stop the tears from flowing, but it was of no use. Her eyes were bruised and sore, and she hadn’t cried that much in a long while. The skin around her eyes was raw and deep shadows were forming under her eyes. She hiccuped, her lips pulled into a downward pout, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for everything. For everything that I’ve done to cause you pain, and getting involved in your relationships.” she wept, grimacing at her swollen face. “I’m the reason why they all left you, and I–god, I’m so stupid. I’m so fucking stupid.”

She sobbed uncontrollably, repetitively hitting her chest as she distanced herself away from him. She whimpered and smacked her head, “You fucking idiot.” she rasped, her throat sore and dry from crying. She felt him inching closer, taking her hands away from her face to stop her from hurting herself. “Stop doing that.” she heard him say, his voice soft and she looked at him.

Alex sniffled, bringing his hand to wipe away her tears with his thumb. He gave her a small smile, his hand lingering longer on her cheek. “You didn’t do anything, [Y/N]. You’re not the reason why I ended things with them. And you’re not causing me pain, love. Please, don’t say that. I’m sorry.” he reassured, making her frown at his apology, eyes narrowed and confused. “I’m sorry that I made it seem like I was leading you on and made you think like that. I really do, and fuck—I feel horrible, because I haven’t been quite honest with you after what happened that night.” he admitted, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“What do you mean?”

Alex nibbed on his bottom lip as his mind replayed the night. Memories seared through his brain, sending a prickling sensation up his spine. His heart started beating straight of his ribcage, the stammering inside his chest making him let out a strangled gasp. He squeezed his eyes shut, as in a way to protect himself.

[Y/N]’s cries and whimpers echoed across the forest, her body smeared with mud and dirt. She felt blood pooling underneath her dress, making her cry harder. Her blurry vision blended with her tears making her potentially blind. She hissed as her hand touched her bruised knee, trying to shift her body to the side but it was to no vail. Her eyes danced with confusion as she regained back some of her vision. “What?” she asked herself, eyes darting across the dark greenery, eyes locking with a wide-eyed Alex.

Alex looked back at his hands, the scabs and bruises etched onto his delicate skin. Crimson flew down his knuckles like waterfall, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He looked back at the guy who jumped on her, eyes rigid and cold as he felt a fire engulf inside his chest. But that fire soon ceased once he heard her cries, snapping him away from his slumped body toward his best friend. The way she was crumbled to the ground, looking disoriented and vulnerable, took a great toll on him. The young man started to cry, his body uncontrollably shaking as he sprinted toward her with wobbly steps.

“Fuck, [Y/N], you’re bleeding. What the fuck did he do to you?!” he cried, eyes wide as his trembling hands went to his jacket to cover her cold body. Guilt punched his gut, cursing at himself for not watching over her properly. He made a promise to her parents that he would watch over her, but he completely blew it.

Alex sniffled, rubbing his eyes. He looked at her with a pained expression, tears welling inside his eyes. He noticed having her drink tightly clasped into her trembling hand, making some of the water spill. He watched her clenching her jaw at the mention of that night. “You don’t remember, but I do.” he started off with, voice cracking at the end, making her give him an angsty look, lips pressed into a thin line.

“It was so weird, because you were just right beside me, and when I turned around you were gone. I remembered you smoked something with a guy early on the party and I figured you were with him, and I didn’t want to interrupt or disturb you, you know? You seemed to like him. But I couldn’t shake away the thought that something was wrong. I saw you a few meters away from where I was standing and I saw you were completely out of it, and that’s when I knew.” he explained, tears slowly sliding down his chin which he quickly wiped away.

“He started to touch you, and I-I remember you using all of your strength to push him away, but he wouldn’t budge. That seemed to anger him more because the next thing he did was to push you to the ground. I don’t remember what happened after that. I blacked out and I could only remember that my hands were bleeding. He–uh..he was on the ground and you were crying hysterically and telling me that you didn’t know what happened.” he continued with his story, fiddling with his hands as he nibbed on his skin, staring at nothing in particular.

[Y/N] blinked away her tears, the hand on her glass tightening. She closed her eyes, eyebrows furrowed as a deep scorn etched onto her face. Images and flashes of repressed memories bubbled up through the surface, causing a tremor of emotions searing through her.

“I-I don’t know, Al. I don’t know what happened. I can’t feel my body. God, I can’t feel my legs, and I can’t see a goddamn thing!” she panicked, tears falling like waterfall as she clutched onto Alex like he was her safety net. She hid her face into his chest as she sobbed, her shoulders vigorously shaking.

Alex watched her pace back and forth with a distressed look on her face. He took a step closer, making her whirl her head toward him, eyes wide in circles as she tried to process the information. “I kept thinking of what would happen if I wasn’t there. It kept me up at night and the worst part of it all was that I promised your parents that you were gonna get home in one piece. Bu—”

“Shut up, Alex!” she snapped, trying to block out the memories. But the more she resisted, the worse it got. Images of her lying down the ground bleeding sent her reeling, and she held the counter for support, placing her drink on the table in the process and turning her body to him. “Please, just stop.” she pleaded, eyes begging for him to stop bringing up the past.

“Look, I-I need to go back to the others. I don’t wanna do this, man.” she slurred, eyes squinting as she looked at him through her blurry vision. She felt her stomach churn with uneasiness, making her swatting his hands away from her body.

[Y/N] gained some sobriety, and she felt panic wash over her as she felt his hands going lower, down to her pants. She tried to push him away, but he was stronger. “Stop moving,” she heard him say, making her let out strangled cry, moving backwards to get away from him as far as possible.

Her body was leaning against the counter, eyes staring into Alex’s as the pair shared a look. She scoffed, rubbing a hand over her face with a confused expression. “Is that the reason? You wanted to protect me from guys? What are you, my fucking bodyguard?” She thought out loud, her voice turning louder.

Alex looked at her like she’ve grown two heads, eyes painted with bewilderment. “You could’ve fucking died, that’s why! You didn’t see the look on your dad’s face when he stood at the door, watching me carrying you bruised and injured. He did more than pushing you to the ground. [Y/N], you broke your rib and almost cracked your skull. In fact, you should thank me that you’re even alive.” he raged, looking at her with wide eyes.

“Get out.” Alex heard her say with no emotion, making him look at her. Something dark lingered behind her eyes as she looked at him with a blank expression, making his heart drop. He shook his head, “No, please. Let’s talk about this.” he begged, inching closer to her, but stopped once he saw her bringing up her hand.

Angry tears welled inside her eyes, the veins in her neck ridged out in living edges as she looked at him with her teeth gritted. She felt anger coursing through her veins, but she swallowed her fire and exhaled before speaking. “There’s nothing to talk about, Alex. It’s very simple. I love you, but you don’t, at least not the way that I want.” she simply addressed, shrugging her shoulders as she gave him a tired look. “You lead me on, thinking that maybe you reciprocated these feelings, but no. You were only doing all of this out of pity, and for what? A broken promise you made with my dad? Now, get out.” she finished, taking the last sip of her drink.

Alex’s jaw slacked, her words piercing into his skin, voice hot like a knife was being held over a fire. Alex shook his head, feet glued to the floor as he looked at her with teary eyes. He wept, walking toward her. “No, that’s not why I did it. [Y/N], I’ve never pited you, and I do love you—” He expressed between his cries, chin shaking and he felt like a child begging for his mother’s attention as he tried to change her mind.

Before his brain could register the sound of breaking glass, his body was on the floor as he covered himself. He flinched at her blood-curdling scream, hands covering his ears at the painful sound of glass smashed into a wall. “Get the fuck out of my house, Alex, please.” She sobbed, sauntering toward him and grabbing his arm to drag him out of her bedroom.

His body stayed on the wooden floor, shoulders shaking as he quietly wept. He profusely apologized, vigorously shaking his head, making her loosen the tight grip on his arm. She sniffled, wiping her runny nose and walking toward her bedroom door. She stood beside the door frame, body turned to him as she looked at him, eyes drained and losing all its spark.

“I don’t wanna see you anymore, Alex. I don’t wanna be near you. I don’t wanna hear you, and God, I don’t even wanna look at you.” she spat out, using the last remaining of fire and energy inside of her.

Alex’s heart was bleeding with pain, and the buzzing inside his head filled every crevice of his brain, rattling every bone making him let out small whimper. Her words stung him and it replayed over and over again inside his head. He slowly nodded as he ran a hand over his hair, his hand carding through his hair, his nails lighty scraping at his scalp. He cleared his throat and stood up from his feet, walking toward the door with a look of shame.

The pair looked at each other, eyes dull and drained. Alex bit the insides of his cheeks, his eyes lingering longer to study every features of her face. “As you wish, [Y/N].” he rasped, his voice dry and sore from crying. He gave her a tip-lipped smile, feet leading him out of her bedroom and disappearing from her sight.

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