──── Casual Dominance ┆-`♡´- / CRAZY ASS GIRLS GANG
﹙‧₊˚♡ pairings: tiffany valentine x reader, jordan li x reader, nancy downs x reader, jennifer check x reader, victoria neuman x reader, ginger fitzgerald x reader, patricia (split) x reader, apple (forbidden fruit) x reader
﹙‧₊˚♡ content: gender!neutral reader, race!neutral reader, toxic/yandere behavior — YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!
﹙‧₊˚♡ summary: the girls are who they are. and when they're with you who they are likes to be in charge.
Tiffany Valentine —
⌞ You get the impression that when Tiffany looks at you all she sees is an emaciated puppy curled up in a rain-soaked cardboard box. Food is always being handed to you. Meals are never skipped. You find granola bars tucked away in the glove-box of your car. Bags of trail-mix miraculously appear in whatever bag you leave the house with. Homemade cookies are a constant feature of your lunchboxes. Tiffany's love is stored in a note on the kitchen counter smeared with a purple lipstick kiss: Hi, dollface, I'm out on the town doing you know what ;) but your dinner is in the fridge. XOXO! ⌝
⌞ Will not start her car until she hears the click of your seatbelt. If the two of you are talking when you get in the car she reaches across and buckles it for you so you can focus on getting your next thought out. ⌝
Jordan Li —
⌞ Is always looking out for you. Jordan doesn't trust so much as 10% of the student population at Godolkin. Whenever they aren't busy they trail after you like you're paying them to be your bodyguard. It's what comes naturally to them. The easiest way for them to show they care without having to open their mouth and say the words. "I've got you." is safer to say than I love you. ⌝
⌞ Carries your bags for you. Any bags. All bags. If your hands are full they won't be for long. Sometimes you just hold things in your arms in the hopes it makes Jordan sense something has gone terribly wrong and come running. You're starting to think they have you bugged because the amount of times this actually seems to summon them is scary. ⌝
Nancy Downs —
⌞ She's not much of a hand-holder but when you're in a crowd her hand gravitates to your lower back or hip, cinching you in close and shooting people nasty looks — or curses, she's unfortunately not above doling out curses — if they bump into you. ⌝
⌞ If Nancy notices your shoe is untied she rolls her eyes but drops to one knee, smacking your calf until you prop your shoe onto her thigh so she can tie it for you. She stands back up with, "You're such a ditz." She can only be so sweet. A girl has to maintain her reputation. ⌝
Jennifer Check —
⌞ Picks out your outfits. She has superb taste, and yes, she thinks it's better than yours. It's far easier to go along with whatever outfit Jennifer laid out for you the night before than to try to go rogue (express a sense of autonomy as a grown adult). The only reward waiting for you down that road is an argument. "Oh, so you think I dress like shit?" No winning that one. Besides, she enjoys subtle couple outfits. Not one-for-one matching sets but looks that are complimentary when you're standing side by side. It makes her feel close to you… and it's like putting a collar around your neck: Property of Jennifer Check. Don't touch! ⌝
Victoria Neuman —
⌞ Speaks for you in situations that she knows you have trouble navigating. Why wouldn't she? Communication is part of her job as politician. It comes easy to her. ⌝
⌞ Even before you were dating she would pull out the chair closest to her during anything a silent but unsubtle demand for you to always be within reach. She never wastes the distance either. When you were just friends she'd smack your arm during a bout of laughter or touch your hand to get your attention during conversations with multiple people. Now, her hand often falls beneath tables to grip your thigh or knee. It grounds her to be touching you. You're practically a stress ball that she hauls around to state dinners so she doesn't kill everyone within eyesight. ⌝
⌞ Walks on the part of the sidewalk closest to the street. Just a small precaution. People drive crazy and she's invincible. You aren't. She'd rather have a blown cover than see you get hurt, or worse — lose you. Paranoid? A little. But she's seen too much to be any different. ⌝
Ginger Fitzgerald —
⌞ When you're sitting down sometimes she likes to just stand next to your chair and place her hand on the back of your neck. This is absolutely a wolf thing. If you could heal as fast as she can she'd be keener on sinking her teeth into the side of your neck to give herself the sense of security that you're hers and you know it and revel in the reality of that to the same extent she does. But you can't heal that fast so — hand on the back of your neck. ⌝
⌞ If you're talking and someone cuts you off Ginger interrupts the other person with a tone so evil it could curdle milk, "Fuck me. Are you deaf or just stupid? They weren't done talking." You appreciate the sentiment. However, this has turned many perfectly normal social interactions in to cold wars. ⌝
Patricia (Split) —
⌞ Pats her lap when she wants you to sit down. No words. You're a perfectly intelligent creature capable of interpreting what she wants, and what Patricia always wants is for you be within arms reach. Feeling you go limp when she coaxes you to lean into her totally is one of life's most darling pleasures. ⌝
⌞ Clucks her tongue when she catches you neglecting a proper sleep schedule. "Sleep deprivation has an accumulative effect, ducky. Must we hasten the inevitable decline of the body?" At first she merely sweeps you away to bed, assuming the trouble starts and ends with the inability to move to the appropriate area at the appropriate time. Then comes setting a time limit on the various activities you like to do instead of sleeping like reading or scrolling through your phone. She isn't above wearing you out to the point of exhaustion, either. If all the above fails she'll begin giving you a cup of chamomile tea every night. The tea is drugged. Drastic circumstances require drastic measures, and your health is no laughing matter. ⌝
Apple (Forbidden Fruits) —
⌞ Maintains eye contact during your conversations at all costs. How else will you know she's being an active listener if your eyes aren't locked together, huh? If she could be pupil to pupil and eyelash to eyelash without freaking you out she would. She doesn't let you drift either. If you duck your head Apple ducks hers too. When you look away she tucks her fingers under your chin — anything to keep you trapped in her orbit. ⌝
⌞ Keeps your life on a tight schedule (and leash). You'll start having trouble remembering things for yourself because Apple is always doing it for you. Doctor's appointments, shifts at work, assignment due dates — let her take on all that mental load. Isn't it easier? Don't you feel taken care of? "You were never any good at organization anyway, babes." ⌝
A/N: Don't mind me I'm experimenting with formatting. It's been awhile since we did the ladies, so long — in fact — that I have thrown in a new one. How are we liking the first glimpse of Apple?
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Her teasing voice cut through the silence like a knife, your eyes hesitantly rising from off the floor to meet her piercing gaze from where she had you pinned against the side of the wall. No one else was around for the time being, but that didn't mean the two of you didn't have the chance of getting caught should things go too far.
Not that any of that mattered, as right now all you could think about was the smell of her perfume and the flecks in her eyes and the way her breathing was starting to intermingle with yours due to how close you were. The heat from her body washed over you like a warm blanket, the feeling of her hands moving out to playfully trace along your sides being enough to send sparks jolting up and down your spine in a way that had your breath hitching and left your knees weak.
Unable to find the words, you simply shook your head no at her question, the action causing her to let out a titter of laughter. It sounded like the heavens had opened up just then, and in a way they had by blessing you with the close proximity you had to such a flawless individual.
"Good, because I wouldn't want you to flake out on me," she muttered while leaning in close enough for her breath to ghost over the side of your face. You almost moaned at the sultry way she spoke into your ear, knowing exactly what she was doing to you.
She had you right where she wanted you to be, and that was caught under her spell as she lured you further and further into a submissive and docile headspace, wanting you to be kept obediently hers. And God help you, but there was no other place you'd rather be.
“The Quarters” (Nancy Downs x Fem!Reader) and (Rochelle Zimmerman & Fem!Reader & Bonnie Harper) and (Nancy Downs & Rochelle Zimmerman & Bonnie Harper)
| You’re eating lunch with the coven and being mercilessly teased, as is your usual with them.
| SFW, established relationships, not poly sry, school shenanigans - soft!sensitive!reader
| Pic source: The Craft (1996)
| 1k+ words
“Oh, get over it,” Rochelle’s saying, switching intermittently between her homework and her food. “You don’t think it’s weird that you literally can’t operate whenever we do anything fun?”
“I mean— no,” you answer, leaning over to snatch the chocolate pudding from her lunch tray, long necklaces knocking into the table, “you guys’ idea of ‘fun’ is very different from mine.”
She lets you take it without complaint, literally chewing on her second helping of celery — your celery — as you all speak.
“Really?” She deadpans, after swallowing. There’s already another celery stick in her hand and you watch her oscillate between dipping it in her ranch or her peanut butter for a second before you have to look away in disgust.
Who in their right mind liked celery?
From where she’s laying propped up against her bag and taking scant bites of cafeteria pizza, Bonnie laughs.
“Guys— guys. Stop messing with, Y/n, alright? She’s just not built to be an accomplice,” the brunette says, before her eyes light up and she throws you a wink and you know you’re screwed. “Besides, I’ve already accepted that she’s a bit of a pussy.”
“I’ve got a weak constitution!”
“Sure you do,” Bonnie snickers, her and Rochelle sharing a look that does nothing but heighten your urge to flip them off.
“And we still love you despite that,” Rochelle says, sounding sincere regardless of her laughter.
Sighing, you duck your head even as you roll your eyes. Heat travels swiftly up your dark cheeks, but you don’t hesitate to give in anymore and finally flip both of them off.
“You guys are the fucking worst. I don’t want the cops called on me anymore than you assholes do.”
“Aw, don’t be that way, Guppy,” Nancy teases, voice gritty and excited as she hooks her chin over your shoulder and one of her arms moves to wrap around your middle. “I think it’s cute when you freak over us lifting shit.”
“It’s still gonna get us caught though,” Rochelle sighs. She gives you a pointed look, using her newest stick of celery to gesture at you, “And out of everyone you know it’ll be us who takes the brunt of whatever punishment we get. Especially you, at least my dad’s white.”
“Oh thanks,” you roll your eyes, “good to know you care so much.”
“I do,” she stresses before a scoff falls past her lips a second later. "I just think it’s stupid the way you start vibrating out of your skin the second someone drops a tea candle or some jewelry down your pocket.”
You flip her off with both your middle fingers this time, can feel how Nancy’s breath hits the curve of your throat when she snickers. Her fingers snake under your school mandated button up to feel your bare stomach beneath your shirt and you let her, too busy dealing with your other friends.
Though whatever you and Nancy were probably didn’t constitute as “friends” anymore.
But, honestly, so what if you didn’t have the stomach for the shit they liked to pull? You hadn’t when they’d first run into you waiting for them to leave the mystic shop so you could go inside in peace, and you still don’t fuck with it now.
“I think,” Bonnie pipes up as she’s throwing a piece of the crust from her lunch at Mitt as he’s walking by.
It hits him right on the neck, and presumably tumbles down his shirt.
You're not above having to muffle your laughter into the sleeve of your leather jacket when he jolts and starts patting himself down while spinning in a desperate circle.
Unperturbed despite her smirk, Bonnie turns right back to you just as Mitt trips and slams straight into Trey when he’s coming to help.
You almost snort pudding up your nose and have to put the cup down with a cough.
“I think,” she continues, “that we should just let you be lookout or something. It’s not like you weren’t already doing that before we started talking to you.”
“Finally!” you exclaim. “A good idea.”
“Oh shut up,” Rochelle says, even through her smiling.
“So what? You gonna be our look out now, Baby?”
You laugh, “Hell no! If you’re shit enough to get caught, that's on you.”
“Aw,” Nancy pouts, “so you’d just let me rot in jail?”
“I don’t know…”— you turn your head so you can see her better and she tilts to the side to meet your dark gaze in turn —“maybe if you gave me a good incentive I’d hex someone for you.”
“Well, define ‘good’,” she teases.
“Maybe later,” you mutter, winking at her, and Nancy gives you a fake scandalized look before bursting into cackling laughter.
How her hair, more obsidian than any type of brown, bounces with her movements is hard to take your eyes off.
A small smile etches itself onto your lips.
Rochelle huffs.
“So what about the rest of us? It’s only Bonnie and me you’d leave to rot then?”
Turning to her with a grin, you snicker. It’s Nancy who answers however.
“Of course not, dingus. Obviously with the two of us together we’d be able to bust you both and then burn our records.”
“Does it even work like that?” Bonnie asks, tossing her hair over her shoulder with a shake of her head so she can better squint you guys’ way.
“Who cares,” Nancy exclaims, smiling wide. “It’s us and then the gods. Every other normie we come across are nothing but ants meant to be stepped on.”
“Hm,” you hum lightly, pressing back into Nancy’s hold and tapping at your spell book resting atop your thighs. “Now that I think about it, what's to stop us from erasing the memory of anyone trying to call the cops on us before getting arrested is even on the table?”
“Maybe the fact that we can’t do that,” the other black girl in your group deposits.
The witch you’re pressed against scoffs, “Hn, you limit yourself too much Roche. We can do anything we want now.”
“So long as we do it together, at least,” you tack on and Nancy turns her wild sapphire blue eyes onto you.
“Right on,” she mutters, leaning in to press a peck of a kiss to your lips. How she holds onto your chin, you know she wants to deepen it even with your friends’ giggling surrounding you.
A warm feeling settles in your gut at their mischief though, and you curl yourself into your partner even more. Letting the strength of your coven embolden you.
All of you end up having to test out that memory wiping theory sooner rather than later when Sister Clemons happened to pass by you all as you were making out with Nancy and she in turn was attempting to pull you onto her lap, never one to do anything in half measures.
It works. Though you guys do end up taking a bit more of her memory than you’d planned.
Still better than being suspended though.
NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!!
This is just supposed to be a cute little fic to showcase how the girls act and how they’re close but also lowkey antagonistic towards each other.
Once again writing the type of fics I desperately wanted to read in high school.
btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it!
Could you do the craft where nancy, bonnie and Rochelle obsessed over female reader please?
OMG YES!!!! So happy I finally got a request!! :)
Why Are You So Obsessed With Me?
Nancy, Rochelle & Bonnie (all separate)X fem reader
Nancy:
When she’s obsessed with someone, she’ll most likely stalk them.
I could see her follow behind you like prey
Nancy’s so obsessed that it might be an extreme problem.
Would 100% sneak into your house and just look at you
Little story:
You felt someone watching you while you were walking to your apartment. It felt like…….they were staring through your soul. You turn around and no one was there. So you just brushed it off as being paranoid. Until you turned back around and POOF! There she was. Nancy in the flesh.
Rochelle:
I feel like she’ll be casual about it
She won’t act obsessed when you first meet her but when she laid her eyes on you, she’s hooked
Would always compliment you.
Always listens to you.
She has all the stuff you like in a notebook. So if it’s your birthday she’ll get you something you’ll like
Little Story:
You were hanging out with Rochelle in the park; just talking to each other. Then Rochelle remembers something. “I went to the store yesterday and I found something that reminded me of you.” She said softly. You hummed and looked at her. “What would that be?” You asked. Then Rochelle reached into her pocket and grabbed out a necklace. “I thought it might match your eyes. And I know you love necklaces….” She said softly. You had soft blush on your cheeks. “Thank you. Can you help me put it on?” You asked and Rochelle nods. You had this dorky smile on.
Bonnie:
Bonnie would definitely check you out all the time.
She would secretly look at your ass (like in the movie) and flirt with you.
I feel like she’ll be protective.
She’ll definitely have some form of pictures of you somewhere in her room
I feel like she’ll might say dirty things to you just to make you all flustered
Would always smile and giggle around you
It wouldn’t he obvious that Bonnie is obsessed with you
Little story:
You were at Bonnie’s house lying in her bed, talking to her. When all of a sudden Bonnie said, “Y’know…..you have a nice ass.” You whip your head around; face turning pink. “Bonnie!” “What? It’s true! You have a really nice ass!” She giggles. You just rolled your eyes. “I’m starting to think you like me or something.” Bonnie shot you a quick glare. “W-what?!” She said shockingly. “You heard me.” Bonnie was stunned but grinned after. “Maybe I do. What are you gonna do about it? Hm? I think you need to kiss me.” You were shocked. “You’re joking right, Bonnie?” Bonnie shook her head no. “I didn’t know you swung that way.” You said under your breath; making Bonnie chuckle. “I’ve always have. I’ve been obsessed with you for awhile now.”
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In this post I will talk about everything to do with requests.
I don’t respond to vague requests meaning ones like “Nikki and a breeding kink” I need some more details especially if I’m going through writers block ykwim 😭
How to request:
Click on the button of my page that says “ask me anything 🤍” and submit an ask either publicly or anonymously. Here you will be able to write and request anything your heart desires.
My favorite people/characters to write for are: Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Kate Bishop, Dwayne and Paul from TLB, Tommy Lee, Nikki Sixx, Vince Neil, Mick Mars, Tom Keifer, Eric Brittingham but I of course love to write for the other people listed below 🩷
Who/what I write for:
🎀 = my favorites
Bands/rockstars/musicians:
Motley Crue (all members)🎀
Tom Keifer🎀
Eric Brittingham🎀
Guns N Roses (all members)
Blackie Lawless
Kirk Hammett
James Hetfield 🎀
Courtney Love
Kurt Cobain
Dave Grohl
Elvis Presley 🎀
Joan Jett
Lita Ford
Bret Michaels
Jani Lane
Stephen Pearcy
Robin Crosby
Sebastian Bach
Peter Steele 🎀
Kenny Hickey
Josh Silver
Dave Mustaine
Chelsea Wolfe
Chappell Roan
Lana Del Rey
Hozier
Victoria De Angelis
Jim Morrison
George Harrison
Paul McCartney
Olivia Rodrigo
Britney Spears (2000-2007 eras only)
MARINA
Celebrities:
Actors of the marvel characters I write for (so, Scarlett, Hailee, Lizzie, Sebastian, etc.)
Pamela Anderson 🎀
Cindy Crawford
Michael B Jordan
Billy Wirth 🎀
Johnny Depp
Jenna Ortega
Anne Hathaway
Marvel men:
Steve Rogers
Bucky Barnes 🎀
Sam Wilson
Peter Parker (Tom Holland and Andrew Garfield only)
Tony Stark 🎀
Thor Odinson 🎀
Peter Quill
Pietro Maximoff
Joaquin Torres
Marvel women:
Natasha Romanoff 🎀
Wanda Maximoff 🎀
Carol Danvers
Valkyrie
Kate Bishop 🎀
Yelena Belova
Kamala Kahn (Platonic only)
Peggy Carter
Felicia Hardy
Gamora
Daisy Jones and The Six:
Daisy Jones 🎀
Billy Dunne
Karen Sirko
Warren Rojas/Rhodes 🎀
Stranger Things:
Steve Harrington 🎀
Billy Hargrove 🎀
Robin Buckley
Eddie Munson
The Lost Boys:
Paul
Dwayne 🎀
Star
DCEU:
Harley Quinn (Margot Robbie version)
Clark Kent (Superman 2025 version)
Poison Ivy (Harley Quinn animated series version)
Lois Lane (Superman 2025 version)
Gossip Girl:
Nate Archibald
Blair Waldorf
Carter Baizen
Sons Of Anarchy:
Jax Teller
Tara Knowles
Chibs Telford
Interview With The Vampire (1994):
Louis
Armand
Lestat
Scream:
Billy Loomis
Charlie Walker
Sydney Prescott
Star Wars:
Rey Skywalker
Luke Skywalker
Anakin Skywalker (Darth Vader version as well 🤭)
Han Solo
Obi-Wan Kenobi
Finn
Poe Dameron
Din Dijarin
Cara Dune
Elia Kane
Leia Organa
Avatar:
Jake Sully
Neteyam
Off Campus:
Garett Graham
John Logan
Dean Di-Laurentes
John Tucker
Allie Hayes
Justin Kohl
Misc characters:
Elaine Parks (The Love Witch 2016)
Elvira, Mistress Of The Dark
Nancy Downs (The Craft 1996)
Gloria (Modern Family)
Barbie (Barbie 2023) 🎀
Ken (Barbie 2023)
Count Dracula (Dracula 1931)
Count Orlock (Nosferatu 2024)
Edward/Master Gracey (Haunted Mansion 2003)
Jennifer Check (Jennifer’s Body 2009)
Tiffany Valentine (Bride Of Chucky 1998)
Jack Sparrow (Pirates of The Caribbean)
Will Turner (Pirates of The Caribbean)
Steve Kemp (Fresh 2022)
Lance Tucker (The Bronze 2016)
Maxxine Minx (X 2022, MaXXXine 2024)
Pearl (Pearl 2022)
Art The Clown (Terrifier)
Sienna Shaw (Terrifier)
Thomas Hewitt (Texas Chainsaw Massacre)
Sister Barnes (Heretic 2024)
Regina George (Mean Girls 2004 but could also write for the musical version)
Andie Sax (The Devil Wears Prada)
Nick Wilde (Zootopia)
Tadashi Hamada (Big Hero 6)
Heathcliff (Wuthering Heights 2026)
Naomi Lapaglia (Wolf of Wall Street 2013)
Topics/prompts I DON’T write about:
Nothing to do with animals or pedophilia (innocent/slightly infantilized!reader is ok as long as she’s an adult)
Rape (I do write some dubcon/cnc fics though but no violent rape or anything like that)
Dom!Reader (because I mainly write these fics from my perspective and fantasies, I prefer to write a sub reader because I put myself in y/ns shoes when I write and I am a submissive person myself)
Age regression/play (sometimes I have ddlg undertones in my fics, but I don’t do straight up age play. I prefer to call it subspace.)
Piss kink
Scat
Switch!reader
Suicide (whether that be self harm or the act itself)
Body image/EDs/Body insecurities
G!PReader
Angst without a happy ending
Male reader (female reader only)
OCs (I do not write for any original characters that aren’t mine or reader with a face claim)
Male on male sex. I will write MFM threesomes though
Anything like really abusive where characters get permanently/extremely harmed if you want gore this is not the place for that
My favorite kinks:
Daddy/mommy kinks
Dollification
Degradation
Praise
Pet/master
24/7 dynamics
Anyways, my requests are always open, so ask away! Also just because my requests are open does not mean I’m going to do your request. It is a request not a demand <3 sometimes I simply just don’t want to write a prompt cause I don’t like it or whatever
May I please have Nancy Downs, Ginger Fitzgerald, Jennifer Check, Herbert West, and Sydney Prescott with a nb or fem s/o just being domestic. Thank you!!!
a/n: i completely forgot to add Jennifer but i will definitely make a separate post for her <3
—Ginger :
The feeling of being watched took you out of the movie playing on t.v. Getting up to make sure your front door was locked, you turned around to the sight of your girlfriend covered from head to toe in blood and gore.
“Hey”
“hey?... that's all you have to say?!” you stare dumbfounded before rushing over.
“Oh my god” checking her over for any cuts.
“don't throw a fit. it's not my blood, besides i heal fast anyway.”
Ignoring her, you continue to look her over. Once satisfied, you look at her, not liking the blood caked on her neck and matting her hair. “oh ginge”
“what” taken aback by the worry in your eyes. Why would you worry? it should be the other way around. you're human, she's a werewolf. Obviously she can take care of herself, it's you who needs protecting.
“I'll go start the shower” With that you leave her to her thoughts.
Making sure the water is warm enough, you begin to help Ginger out of her clothes —even though she doesn't need it.
Your delicate touch brings warmth to her body. Her face turning red.
You pull her into the bath.
It's quiet as you rinse her of all the blood. Washing her hair, she closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of you massaging her scalp. Gently scrubbing her skin, pressing a kiss to the areas no longer covered in blood.
When you're done you offer to give her some time alone to finish up but- “no”
you stare at her, head tilted to the side, a softness in your eyes as you wait for her to continue.
“don't go yet. just…hold me for a while.”
Smiling softly, you wrap your arms around her. Head rested on her shoulder as she rests hers on your head.
You stay in each other's arms until the water runs cold, even then, you stay there. Holding her close. Wrapped in each other's embrace, Ginger's body heat warming you both.
“I'm always gonna worry about you, ya know. you might be a werewolf but that doesn't mean i won't do everything in my power to keep you safe.”
Pressing a kiss to her shoulder, you mutter against her skin “i'll always protect you. With that she hugs you tighter, one thought in her mind;
We should do this more often.
—Sidney :
You've always been more of a night owl. Sleeping all day, not active til night type of person.
Sidney was the exact opposites, but you know what they say; opposites attract.
So when it's 7pm and you suggest going grocery shopping, she looks at you like you've grown three heads but she's been in the house all day and decides why not, there are somethings she's running low on.
Not even changing clothes, the two of you put on your shoes and head to the nearest grocery store that's open 24/7.
She pushes , while you check things off the list. (you totally don't sneak things into the cart when she's not looking) She doesn't notice until checkout, giving you a look but ultimately not caring.
After getting the much needed foods and items, you stroll through the snack aisle.
“We should make s'mores” Staring at a large bag of marshmallows.
Sidney comes up behind you, arms circling your waist as her chin rests on your shoulder.
“I don't see why not” With a squeal you grab the bag before turning in her arms, pressing a kiss to her lips.
You should go night shopping more often.
—Nancy :
She woke up alone, the side of your bed cold. You had woken up earlier not wanting to disturb her sleep so you let her be. As she's rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she hears music coming from the hall.
Groggily, she follows the sound to the kitchen only to find you making breakfast, singing along to the song coming from your phone.
She can't help the smile that makes its way onto her face as she leans against the wall, crossing her arms —watching you.
“smells good” chuckling slightly as you turn around with a yelp.
“well good morning to you too” hand over your chest as you give her a playful glare.
Nancy comes over, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Why didn't you wake me up?”
“Wanted to surprise you, give you a little breakfast in bed” Her heart swells at that, face heating up.
“Mind getting the pancake mix in the cabinet over there?” You ask while finishing up the eggs. Silently she does as asked, not before taking a piece of egg and popping it into her mouth.
“Wanna help make the pancakes? You stir, i’ll pour?”
“Hell yeah”
Just like that, what started off cute and innocent turned messy, you accidentally got flour on Nancy’s shirt which led to her “accidentally” throwing some on your face.
By the end of it you were both covered in flour along with everything else, no pancakes, a giant mess to clean up.
“Whoops,” Nancy laughs to the point of tears.
“You're lucky I love you, now help me clean this up.”
“Fine, fine. But first” She pulls you into a kiss, hand on your cheek to keep you in place.
No cleaning got done.
—Herbert :
Getting Herbert to leave his makeshift basement lab for necessary things such as food and sleep is one thing and even that's a challenge but getting him to leave ?? to put up Christmas decorations??? You're trying to get him to leave his work... his research… just to decorate
You're better off asking Dan to be quite honest but luckily you have Herbert wrapped tightly around your finger (not that he’d ever admit or acknowledge that fact).
So after enough— as he put it, “pestering”, he agreed.
One second.
You turned your back for one second when you heard grumbling from where Herbert stood.
Looking towards him, you were met with the sight of your mad scientist boyfriend caught up in a bundle of not only red, silver, and green tinsel but also Christmas lights.
How he managed to do this to himself you have no clue, but it was hilarious to witness.
“Herb- honey, how-” You couldn't contain yourself and just bursted out laughing, a laugh that made your stomach hurt and tears fall from your eyes. He looked ridiculously adorable. Eyes wide in a way that resembled a cat when they get excited, lips in a pout, twitching ever so slightly in annoyance.
“Yes, I'm so glad you find this amusing.” He stares at you unamused as you wipe the tears from your eyes. “If you're finished I could really use some assistance, this was your idea in the first place.”
With a soft smile you walk towards him but not before grabbing something, keeping it hidden behind your back. “Awe im sorry Herbie” Ignoring the way he rolls his eyes at the nickname. “Let me help you, OH but what's this?” You hold your arm up above your heads, Herbert’s eyes look up to see
Mistletoe.
With a teasing smile you place a kiss on his cheek before beginning to untangle him. His ears burning red, he swallows thickly. “You missed” You look up, eyes locking with his as his cheeks begin to redden. He leans forward slightly with you meeting him halfway. A feeling of warmth spreads through him at your touch.
You pull apart, a goofy smile on your lips; “let's get you out of this hmm.”
Having a hard time getting in the zone with writing, but I thought I'd share some blurbs from a few things I'd been working on that I'm not sure will ever really get posted.
Chatacters: Eddie Munson, Severen Van Sickle, Nancy Downs
Just my Kind. | Vampire!Eddie Munson
The way the moonlight fell through the trees and painted deep shadowy figures over your face had Eddie completely entranced. He watched your lips close around the end of the joint, drawing smoke deep into your lungs before leaning towards you. You leaned away with a playful smirk. "What's with that look? You thinking about eating me?" He chuckled. "The thought had crossed my mind." You exhaled a cloud of smoke into his face and he grinned. "Come here." You let him pull you between his legs, your back pressing against his chest. As you took another puff he leaned in to press soft kisses along your jaw. You tilted your head to the side to let him have more access.
Roll for Seduction | Eddie Munson
A thick haze of smoke hung in the air of Eddie’s room catching the fading sunlight through the window. You both sat on the floor against the bed relaxing in each other's presence. As the A side of the record came to an end you leaned forward from your position between Eddie’s legs to flip it around, carefully replacing the needle on the edge. As you did his fingers slipped beneath your tanktop and caressed the soft skin of your waist. His cold rings made you shiver and you looked back at him with a smirk. “Can’t I do anything in peace around here?” He hummed as if in thought before shaking his head, “No, not when you’re this hot.”
He drew you back against his bare chest and leaned down to start pressing kisses to your shoulders. Your head lolled back to rest against the side of his bed, gladly giving his lips more room to explore. They slowly ventured up your neck and along your jaw leaving goosebumps in their wake. Your fingers found their way to the back of Eddie’s head and weaved through his hair to scratch lovingly at his scalp. He hummed in contentment and let his own hands travel further up your shirt. Typical Eddie couldn’t resist groping your chest for long. He squeezed appreciatively before pulling the cups of your bra down to get a better feel. “So soft,” he groaned to himself. You giggle stupidly and he gives you another squeeze. “Don’t you ever get tired of this?” “Pft, if I do, you should be very worried because it means I suffered a terrible brain injury,” his tone is linguid but amused.
Playfully he pinches one of your nipples, making you squeak in surprise. “Eddie,” you whine, “knock it off.” He laughs, making you pout cutely at him. "Have I told you lately how absolutely irresistible you are?” “Mm, not in the past few hours.” You tugged at his mane as if to scold him. “Let me fix that.” You made a show of thinking about it, pursing your lips and looking off to the side. “I dunno, actually I think I’m so offended that you’ve completely turned me off,” you tease. “Turned off?” “Mmh, yeah totally turned off.” You detangled yourself from your boyfriend and got to your feet, fixing your clothes as you went. “Hey! Hold on now, where do you think you’re going?” Your fingertips slide along the top of Eddie’s nightstand. “I think I might go home.” You find a stray D20 and pick it up, observing it casually. He quickly gets to his feet and wraps his arms around your hips. “Home? I was hoping you’d stay the night.” His lips find your neck again. “Watch a movie. Lay in bed. Maybe more?” He punctuated each point with an open mouthed kiss and you struggle to resist the urge to melt into his touch. “Roll for it.” He pulled back a surprised look on his face. “What?” You wave the die in his face with a grin. "I said roll for it." He laughed in disbelief but took the D20 from you anyway.
He threw you an apprehensive glance but you only gestured for him to go ahead. So he cleared a space on the nightstand and made a big show of pressing a kiss to the 20 side before rolling. He watched in tense anticipation as it tumbled off the flat surface and onto the floor. He made a move to grab it but you were faster, snatching it off the floor before he could get a look. You peeked and saw, to your disappointment, that he rolled a 1. Critical failure. He tried to look over your shoulder but you skirted away from him with a smirk. You smoothly rotated the die before holding it up for him to see. "Nat 20. What can I say, you're just too good babe." He grinned stupidly at you and once again his arms found their way around your body, his lips pressing to the juncture between your neck and shoulder. "Looks like you're trapped in my dungeon for the night then."
Yankee | Severen Van Sickle
Severen grasped your shoulders, and turned so his broad chest blocked your view. "Don't look there. Look at me." You flicked your gaze up to his blue eyes, swallowing nervously as you began to hear more screams. Despite the anxiety clearly written over your face he offered you a soft smile. Soft for him away. "There we go, Yankee." His thumbs stroked over your shoulders. "Looks like we ran out of time. That's too bad, I was having fun with you." You searched his face for any indication of what was happening but he gave none. "Severen, what's going on?" You didn't think your voice could even sound so small. He laughed and shook his head. "Don't ask me no questions you don't want the answers to." He let one of his arms slip down around your waist, pulling you tightly against his body now. Your hands came up to press against his chest to no avail. "You're freaking me out. Let me go." He absolutely refused to budge. "Don't be nervous. I already decided ain't nothin' gonna happen to you. Unfortunately can't say the same for your friends." A loud crash behind you made you flinch.
Severen slowly lowered his head, his lips coming to your ear as his fingers rubbed soothingly at your lower back. "Just relax for me," he cooed at you. It felt like a taunt but you knew it wasn't. And despite yourself you shivered before trying to ease into his hold. His lips moved downwards, lingering at the spot just below your earlobe before ghosting along your sensitive jugular. You didn't know when he'd moved you but you became suddenly aware of your hips being pressed against the pool table. If you wanted you could now peek over Severen's shoulder and see what was happening, but you decided that you didn't. Instead you pressed your face into Severen's shoulder, your hands now gripping his shirt tightly. He mumbled something that couldn't quite catch with all the noise. His lips brush up the side of your neck and again you shiver in his hold. This time he laughs at you. “Not so tough anymore huh?” You shook your head, any traces of pride lost in sheer terror.
For Tonight | Nancy Downs
A long silence passed before Nancy spoke up again. "Can we watch a movie?" You gently slide out from under her and close the sort distance between your bed and the TV. You don't need to be told to put on her favorite. You popped your worn Lost Boys tape in the player and fast forwarded though the previews. She reached her arms out towards you and you gladly joined her back in bed. You pressed your face into her chest and ran your fingers down her back gently, allowing her to watch the movie from over your head. Your lips found her neck and you kissed along the soft thin skin there. She gladly lifted her chin to allow you more access, humming lowly at the feeling. “I love you, Nancy. You know that right?” She couldn’t nod in this position so she had to answer verbally. “I know... I love you too.” Her words made your heart beat faster. You knew she did but Nancy rarely said it out loud. Only when she was feeling especially vulnerable. You squeezed her tighter and she pressed into your arms, greedy for your attention. It was like a switch flipped inside her. Her attention quickly left the screen and her hypnotic eyes fixed themselves on you. “Please.” That was all you needed. You shifted to press her back firmly against the mattress, hovering over her body. “Just relax. I’ve got you.”
