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She/they/ 19

[belly-isabel]

Marcus and Conrad 💔🩹

[lipglosscherrybomb]

my taste in men fr

[angelfishofthelord]

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

PAPARAZZI- P.B PARKER

Pairing: Dark! Perv! Peter x Innocent! Fem! Reader

Word Count: 9.3k

Summary: as the outgoing, spontaneous cheerleader of the school, you arent too familiar with quieter people, such as peter parker. he sure is familiar with you though. soon, the photos and obsessions give him the courage to talk to you, which leads into his darker desires coming true.

WARNING. THIS CONTAINS DARKER CONTENT, SUCH AS STALKING AND MANIUPLATION. READ WITH CAUTION. 

Warnings: SMUT, stalking, public masturbation, stealing of panties, masturbation with panties, booze and drugs mentioned, swearing, maniplation/ slight gaslighting, pet names, heavy praise kink, size kink, daddy kink, overstimulation, corruption/ innocent kink, teasing/ playing with reader through panties, panties used as gag, mocking, taking pictures of reader while asleep, mentions of diff sex postitions, spanking, plugs and collars, mirror sex etc

“i’m your biggest fan, i’ll follow you until you love me- papa-paparazzi baby, there’s no other superstar, you know that i’ll be… your papa-paparazzi” - paparazzi, lady gaga

One of the first words you had ever said to Peter Parker had been a lie. 

A white one, something small and one that you had believed. 

But not him.

 He knew it was a lie that had slipped from your lips, clear as day as he snapped the photo with his Nikon. I’m not very photogenic. 

Those were the words of warning you gave him as he asked for a photo of you for the yearbook, a shy smile blooming across your face as he insisted. 

No one is ever un-photogenic. It’s the photographer that can make it that way. he had reassured, flexing his bicep as he ran his fingers nervously through his hair.

 Those weren’t the words he wanted to say, but they’d have to do. What he really wanted to say, the truthful answer was probably not something your innocent, soft persona was ready to hear yet. 

You are the most captivating person I’ve ever seen, and I look at your beautiful body any chance I can get without seeming like a full-on weirdo, imagining what you look like under those clothes. So yes, you are photogenic. Very, very photogenic. 

That would have to wait until a much later date, when you knew him better. When you would understand how photogenic you were, because he’d make you understand.

 “Peter?” you asked shyly, drawing his attention back to the present moment, breaking him from his trance about how your legs would look slung across his shoulders as he pounded into you. 

You knew his name. God, wait until you were moaning it. 

“Yea, yea sorry, just got distracted.” he smiled, making you giggle as he brought the camera up to face, eyes staring you down through the viewfinder as he snapped the picture of you smiling by the football field. 

A cheerleader in her natural element. 

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[rylandsgrace]

Maya Hawke for Calvin Klein

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Some favorite movies: Rock

[howtobecomeadragon]

YES IT IS A METAPHOR, THAT'S WHAT WE'VE BEEN SAYING, NICK.

Sunglasses to greet your girlfriend, we see El's face when they hug but we can't see anything of Mike's, and he avoids eye contact when El talks with him about their plans for the day.

More avoiding eye contact.

We see here a couple things:

First, just referencing my recent post about Mike slouching to look Will in the face: that's why he's slumped over here when with El: he's trying to catch Will's eye.

Second: we're seeing that avoiding eye contact means a lie, so sometimes eye contact means the person is speaking truth. Sometimes needing eye contact can also mean looking for help or reassurance.

Lies and lies and lies and not providing reassurance. El speaks her truth when bringing her true concern to the forefront: "You don't love me anymore?" When El is arrested, Mike wants to provide reassurance so he asks her to look at him. She does, but she looks away because she doesn't trust him anymore. He cannot provide reassurance in ways that she needs right now.

Huge contrast here from the airport reunion: there's eye contact, we see both of their faces when they're hugging. Mike is relieved that El is safe and unharmed here, compared to feeling awkward and uncomfortable at the airport. The airport was a romantic reunion, while this is just plain, platonic / familial love because El was in danger and Mike is so relieved she's okay: their reunion was essentially the same as her reunions with Will (same exact hug and face touching) and Hopper later (the forehead touch). It is platonic, so Mike can make eye contact.

The first picture made me laugh: compared to El looking away when Mike says to trust him when she's getting arrested, El looks at Argyle here. She kind of trusts him!

And then in this less dangerous, urgent situation, this scene has gone back to one-on-one romantic implications, and so Mike is covering his eyes again with the glasses. Watching this again, I'm really leaning towards El being about to break up with Mike before he interrupted. She looks away to say that she misses him because she's about to say something that feels like a contradiction: she missed Mike but doesn't want to be with him romantically anymore. She looks away when it seems like Mike might be trying to say I love you again, and looks at him sadly when he struggles again and avoids eye contact. And then Mike closes his eyes when they try to give him pineapple pizza: he's avoiding confronting what he is still denying about himself: he's fruity and he loves Will.

And there's little to no more eye contact between the two for the rest of the season. Not during the I love you, not after the I love you. Not really at the hospital when El needs reassurance, and by the time they're at the cabin, things seem tense between the two. There's no reassurance or truth between them at this stage in their relationship.

[bbycowb0y]

frenemy!mike wheeler trying to get your attention during class just to annoy you; throwing notes at you, telling the student sitting next to you to pass on the message he was trying to send, him getting up in the middle of class to go to the bathroom just so he could tap his high top converse against your vans as he passed your desk on the way out. n every time you rolled your eyes dramatically in reaction to the unwanted attention he was giving you, he would just smirk and turn towards the professor, pretending to pay attention to the lesson when he was really studying your movements in the corner of his eye, trying to glimpse the effect he had on you every time he twirled his pencil with his long, attractive, ringed fingers

[lipglosscherrybomb]

𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 ❦ 𝐌.𝐖. ❦

𝙞 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪.

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙠 𝙖𝙩 𝙖 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙮, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙪𝙥 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚. ⁂

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 (𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮’𝙧𝙚 17), 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 (𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩), 𝙧𝙪𝙙𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙧, 𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨. <3

𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ❦

unfortunately, your social skills peaked in the first grade. when you befriended your now best friend, will byers. sometimes you wished you’d gotten a warning beforehand, considering you didn’t realize that would also mean befriending mike wheeler, and joining their ‘dnd’ party.

you weren’t upset about the ‘dnd’ part, you honestly loved it. and you loved lucas and dustin, who had grown to love you back after their “no girls” phase had come to an end.

and all of that led you here. halfway-wasted. contemplating to hook up with the next guy who walked by you for entertainment purposes. although that might not be the best idea. but who cares? right?

you got up off the couch. gripping the red plastic cup some guy named jason had given you when you first walked in. you figured you’d stick with it. not knowing if it would be considered rude or something to discard it and take a new one each time you got a refill. which, coincidentally, was exactly what you were about to do before a hand you immediately recognized could stop you.

“chill out with that, harrington. you’re already drunk enough.” he said. his slender fingers lingering on your wrist. you looked down at his hand placement. too intoxicated to fully register what he was feeling at the moment, or what you were. he never touched you, i mean, if we’re being honest, he barely ever spoke to you unless you two were having some argument about whatever random topic he’d decided to disagree with you on simply to spite you.

he pulled away quickly. “that shit’s pretty strong.” refusing to even glance at you. “yeah, you’d know with all of those ragers you never got invited to.” you replied. ignoring the boy and dipping your cup into the red liquid. filling it up a bit above the half.

“i’m just saying. no one’s gonna carry your drunk ass home. so if you get fucked up, it’s on you.” he said. it was like his tone shifted entirely. before it was leaning more towards concern, now he was just defensive.

you didn’t say anything. instead you looked at him, confused as to why he suddenly cared at all what happened to you. he never had before.

he took your silence as a sign to carry on. but before he did, you noticed his eyes trail up and down your body as if to examine your outfit. it was a tight red dress. something you’d had stored up in your closet and figured now would be as good a time as ever to wear it. not like you went out a whole lot anyway. “guess i’ve got nothing to worry about. with the way you’re dressed, some other guy will probably take you home anyway.” he continued. pushing past you to make his way towards lucas and max.

you scoff, taking a sip from the drink in your hand. as if it was his queue, dustin approached you. without even turning to look at him, you began complaining. “that boy has a stick up his ass, i swear.” you mumbled. periodically taking sips from the cup, more for entertainment than actual enjoyment or wanting to get even drunker than you already were.

“who?” he asks, looking at you. probably half interested in your response. he could already tell when you were upset about mike or if it was about someone else, he had years of practice. with you knocking on his door every other day either to complain about something mike had said, or complain about him in general. most of the party presumed you both secretly liked each other and constantly placed bets on when you’d finally accept it. as far as you know, they were still making you and mike-related bets, just behind your back.

“mike! it’s like i can’t catch a break. i mean, he basically just called me a whore for no reason- and he’s so frustrating and annoying and he always speaks in such a condescending tone… it makes me want to punch him in the face.” you rant. dustin stepping away a bit as if you were going to explode in rage.

“right…so, is your brother coming?” he asks. you shoot him the meanest look you could conjure up in the moment in response to him ignoring you. “no. he said he had shit to do so i told him to forget about the party.” you responded. your interest still fixated on mike who was sitting on the couch across the room, talking to lucas about something.

“what?! he’s my ride back.” he complains, throwing his arms up in protest.

“hitch.” you responded. very aware of how sour your tone turned. dustin just stared at you in disbelief. you let out a small laugh at his expressions.

“chill, i told him to pick you up later.”

“me? what about you?”

you let out a dry laugh. “are you joking? remember how freaked he was last time? if steve finds out i got wasted again he’ll kill me. i think i’d rather walk back.” you said. remembering the time steve picked you up from the wheeler’s and you’d been drinking with nancy.

“ha, good luck with that.” dustin said. walking away after giving you a pat in the back.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ❦

it’s hard to pinpoint the exact moment you got absolutely shitfaced. you knew you drank a lot, maybe a little too much, but you still didn’t think you’d get this bad. with all the shit that had been going on, then mike setting you off, you needed to forget about all of it before you completely lost your shit.

steve had already picked dustin up, and your brother offered you a ride back home for the last time before he drove off with your curly-headed friend, but you decided to stick around in the hopes of the party getting a bit more fun. spoiler alert: it didn’t.

you spent half the night drinking alone in a corner while a bunch of guys you didn’t even know tried to make passes at you. normally you would’ve accepted, but tonight, something was different.

it was like mike took up every single one of your thoughts. making you completely ignore any other guy that tried to talk to you.

you tried to blame the alcohol, told yourself it was just that having your head spinning. but you were absolutely lying to yourself, you knew damn well he’d been taking up your mind ever since you met him. he’d been all you could ever think about. but you pushed those thoughts away for as long as you could. because somehow, hating him was easier than loving him.

and now, there you were. sitting on the floor of a stranger’s bathroom, thinking about mike wheeler out of all people. you threw your head back in order to stop the room from spinning. closing your eyes and ignoring the entire world that was behind that door.

“i’ll come back in a sec-“ he stumbled in the bathroom, calling out to our friends in a rush. he stopped when he spotted you. he looked at you for a second, or better yet, he admired you. almost like he was in a trance.

you open your eyes to find him still staring at you. although his eyes weren’t where you’d expect them to be. he was looking at your…waist? nope- lower…oh.

you close your legs quickly, having finally felt the cold air hitting you. “sorry.” you mutter. leaning against the sink.

“uh, it’s cool. sorry for barging in like that, it was unlocked and i kind of just-“ he cuts himself off. something you’d never seen him do in his entire life. something you wish he’d do more. “are you okay?”

“i’m great. why do you ask?” you retort, sarcasm coating your voice.

“well, it’s been almost a minute and you haven’t insulted me or anything.” he adds.

“taking the night off!” you exclaimed with almost no energy. raising your now empty cup in the air.

“you’re wasted…” he pointed out, awkwardly.

“you should be a detective. honestly, hawkins p.d. is really missing out, wheeler.”

“ok…we really need to get you home, harrington.” he said. suddenly forgetting about whatever he had gone into the bathroom for.

he reached for you, and in your drunken state, you didn’t even try to protest, slinging your arm around his neck and him settling his arm around your waist to hold you steady.

after that it was all kind of a blur. you remember some of the walk back to your house, and you also remember him looking at you every once in a while to make sure you were still conscious.

once you got to your house, you thanked any and every higher power you didn’t believe in that your brother wasn’t there yet, and neither were your parents.

mike led you upstairs. laying you down on your bed and making sure you were settled.

“mike,” you whispered, apparently loud enough for him to hear, seeing as he turned towards you almost like he was waiting for you to say it. “yeah?” he responded. matching your quiet tone.

you didn’t continue whatever you were about to say. instead, you looked into his eyes. his stare avoiding yours as he examined you. “hey, what’s that on your arm?” he perks up, his eyes finally meeting yours.

you look down, curious as to what he meant. when you finally find what he was referring to, you raise your other hand to go and touch the bleeding spot on your skin. which you don’t remember getting. therefore, you wondered if it had been self- inflicted, or accidental.

“i don’t know.” you say, wondering where you could’ve gotten it from.

“c’mon,” he continues, holding out his hand for you to take. you reluctantly took it, feeling as he pulled up your weight with just one arm and then led you into the bathroom.

he sat you down on the toilet, frantically looking for whatever he could find to disinfect your injury. your head spun as you wondered why the hell he even cared about you right now. first he said he wouldn’t help you if you got wasted, but then proceeded to do just that. you were tired of his mixed signals, and in your drunken state you decided to press for answers. no matter how uncomfortable it might make you.

he kneeled in front of you. a comfortable silence filling the room as he signaled for you to hold out your arm. he began to cure the cut. and now that you could see it in a brighter setting, you’d realized it was pretty damn big. you couldn’t remember where you’d gotten it, but it didn’t matter.

“hey, mike…”

“don’t worry, i’m almost done.” he muttered, placing his right hand on your thigh for a split second as a reassuring gesture. he must’ve thought he was hurting you or something.

“no, um…” you started, pulling back your arm so his focus would be on you.

and so it was. you looked down at him, his dark curls falling over his face. and for some reason you forgot what you were saying, what you were thinking. he was so beautiful.

“yeah?” his soft voice snaps you back into reality. making you regain your train of thought.

“why are you being so nice to me?” word vomit.

“what?”

“well- earlier…at the party, you said you wouldn’t take me home. and then you did. and you always fight with me, but then you’re nice…i don’t get it. do you like me or not?” you slurred your words. making it clear that your intoxication level was still very much over his.

he didn’t respond right away. he raised his right hand up to your face, pushing back the strands of hair that covered your eyes. eyes he could get lost in for hours, the eyes of the only girl he’d ever loved.

his hand lingered on your cheek for a while, struggling to let go. you stared at him, begging over and over in your mind that he’d make a move already. it was like your thoughts were moving so fast you couldn’t keep up.

he finally leaned in, as if he could read your mind, staring profusely into your eyes. the eyes of the only girl he’d ever loved, the eyes for the girl he hoped loved him back.

his face was inches away from yours. you could smell the alcohol on him, even though he looked a thousand times more sober than you did.

without even thinking about it, you pressed your lips against his. tasting the lingering vodka on him. you couldn’t believe it, a few hours before this, you “hated” mike wheeler, and as far as you were concerned, he hated you too.

but in this moment, you couldn’t remember an exact reason for that hatred. all you could do was think about him. the guy you’d been in love with your entire life. the guy who had changed your perspective on everything ever since you two connected. like, really connected.

all your senses were filled by all that was mike wheeler. and you couldn’t get enough.

he deepened the kiss, allowing his tongue to slip into your mouth. years of love he’d believe to be unrequited being unfolded in this single moment, one he’d remember forever.

you tugged on his black shirt, pulling him closer as he placed his hands on your thighs, still kneeling on the floor as you sat only slightly taller than him.

his hands traveled a little higher, “is that okay?” he whispered into your lips, holding eye contact as he waited for a response.

“yes.” you said, missing his proximity already. god, he had to know how you felt about him, right?

“wait, wait-“ he stopped, backing up from you. he put his hands up to his face as if he’d done something wrong. “you’re drunk- this isn’t right.”

you couldn’t really say anything. it’s not like he was wrong, but he wasn’t sober either.

“mike-“

“no, wait. i need to say something.” you shut up, hearing him out before you began to express your own feelings.

“i like you, y/n. i always have. i know i don’t show it but i kind of always thought you hated me so i thought that maybe hating you would be easier than to actually face facts….” he kneeled back down. keeping his tone soft and his movements gentle. before continuing, he brought a hand up to your face, cradling it.

“i love you. i always have and honestly i probably always will. it’s okay if you don’t feel the same- i know i’ve been an asshole to you, i just-“ he sighed. “i wanted you to know that.”

you looked at him, waiting for him to signal that he’d stopped talking.

“mike,” you paused purposely, bringing your hand up to play with his hair, admiring the way he was looking at you. as if you were the only person in this world. “i love you too. always have, always will.”

[nkogneatho]

Reading smut isn't enough. I need to teleport to the fictional world and fuck him in my favourite scene.

[lipglosscherrybomb]

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 ☆ 𝐌.𝐖 ☆

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙, 𝙢𝙞𝙠𝙚, 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙨. 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙫𝙞𝙗𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𓆩♡

𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨: 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 (𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩),𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛,𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜. <3

'*•.¸♡ ♡¸.•*'

“you look so pretty right now.” he says, in between kisses.

you and your boyfriend had been making out for the past hour. something that had become a daily occurrence ever since you both started dating. you’d mostly do it in your room since your parents were hardly ever around, but today mike invited you over to his house instead. well, mrs. wheeler had.

mike explained the random invitation in vague details. saying she just wanted to meet you and get to know you better. mike figured you’d just come over a little bit earlier than planned considering his parents wouldn’t be there yet. give you two a head start.

you giggled as his hand traveled down to your thigh, rubbing circles on your skin, not daring to separate your lips.

“shut up.” you replied. pulling him even closer to you.

he pulls back quickly, you knew where that was going. you laugh, pulling back into a small distance.

“ i don't wanna touch you too much baby” mike sings along to your favorite song, ‘love bites’ by def leppard. you showed it to him a few weeks ago and ever since then he’s been obsessed with it. his logic went something like ‘if you like it then i like it.’ you couldn’t help but smile at your boyfriend’s singing. noting the fact that even though he wasn’t even trying, he still sounded good. he pauses to look at you, nudging you so you’d sing along too.

you roll your eyes, pretending to be annoyed, but you knew the smile on your face was a huge giveaway already. “cause making love to you might drive me crazy” you sing along this time. noticing the fact that your boyfriend sounded ten times better than you did. you look at him with a smirk and squinted your eyes.

“what? you don’t like it?” he laughed. noting your reaction. you look around his basement, pretending to think about his question. “nah.” you replied, trying your hardest to stay serious even though you knew you couldn’t. and not even seconds after, you burst out laughing, which made mike laugh as well.

“what?” he asks in between giggles. confused as to why you were laughing so much.

“no, no. nothing…” you trail off. it was so difficult to speak when he was right there in front if you, being adorable as always. so you decided to just stop talking at all. you lean in once more, him mimicking your action and letting your lips connect as the song faded into the background.

he takes the kiss a little further, gesturing for you to get on top of him. you silently agree, slowly getting on top to straddle his lap. once you do, he pulls away to get a quick glance at you.

“you’re hot.” he said. giving you a smirk. his hands finding their way to your hips. “yeah? so are you.” you reply in a small giggle, feeling embarrassed about him calling you hot, as if he hasn’t called you that a thousand times before.

he leaned back in, reconnecting your lips and redirecting your hand (which was resting on his shoulder) to his hair, something which you’d come to learn was a sign for you to play with his hair while you made out.

“hey, mike.” you hear a voice come from behind you. and god knows you’ve never flown across the room faster in your entire life. your heart basically beating out of your chest from the jumpscare that turned out to be nancy wheeler. “when you guys wanna quit making out, mom’s making dinner. she wants to meet y/n.”

“do NOT tell her she’s down here already.” mike spits out. you could swear that was the fastest you’ve ever heard him speak in your life.

“yeah, no shit.” nancy replies, running up the stairs and shutting the basement door.

you look back at mike, both of you flustered. you giggle, realizing his face was redder than yours was.

“can you sneak out and knock on the front door?” he asks, still pretty shocked.

“yeah, no problem.”

safe to say you’d never do that again.

[prettyboyeddiemunson]

Eddie would 100% wear your purity ring around his neck, clear as day. For your catholic parents to see. And he'd do it with THE BIGGEST shit eating grin.

OH HE WOULD

i can see this happening after the thing i wrote where her dad walked in on them fucking. like maybe her dad was throwing eddie up against the wall, ready to fucking kill him, but her mom came up like, “no, no, let’s all sit down and discuss this like rational adults,” even though she was just as upset. so, her parents sit them down on the bed after making them get dressed, have a very strict talk with them about premarital sex, and forbid him from ever seeing their daughter again. her dad already hated eddie, but now? he would actually commit murder if he knew it wasn’t such a sin.

and of course, their plan works about as well as water & oil. she sneaks out at night to fuck him, she continues seeing him, they each skip school to spend afternoons together, and they get caught making out by one of the nuns at her school. well, that goes over well with her parents, who are absolutely furious at her disobedience. but if you think that’s bad? when they see their daughter’s purity ring dangling from his neck, they see fucking red. they know exactly what it symbolizes, and her dad is ready to throw down with eddie yet again.

“what’s wrong, sir?” eddie asks her father with a cheeky grin, toying with the ring before giving it a kiss. “it’s not like i’m wearing a photo of your daughter’s sweet little pussy around my neck. now, that—“

and that’s all he would be able to say before her dad threw a punch.

[wallsofparadis]

bitches be like “this is my comfort show” and it’s a show about a bunch of gay kids with daddy issues running around killing monsters from a different dimension.

its me, i am bitches

[lipglosscherrybomb]

STOP.

[skeekjejejeheheehjwjw]

physical intimacy prompts

holding hands during a stressful situation

smiling in-between kisses

touching foreheads

cheek kisses

slow dancing

intertwining fingers

comparing hand sizes

resting your head on your partner's lap

piggy back rides

standing on your tip toes to reach your partner's lips

kissing your partner's wounds

forehead kisses

falling asleep on your partner's shoulder

bridal carries

spooning

rolling over in bed, switching positions during a kiss

embracing your partner

intertwining fingers when making love

nudging into the crook of your partner's neck

being carried/tucked into bed, after having fallen asleep on the couch waiting for your partner to come home

saying ''i love you'' in-between kisses

nose boops

back rubs

tracing fingers down your partner's chest

hand on chest during a casual conversation

bumping into each other

hugs that last longer than they should

showering together

hands around the waist

straddling your partner's thighs

helping your partner undress

playing with your partner's hair

falling asleep to your partner's heartbeat

resting a hand on your partner's back

squeezing each other's hands

sitting in your partner's lap

cupping your partner's face

tickling

spooning/scooting closer to your partner in bed

linking arms with each other

exploring each other's lips

caressing your partner's face

brushing your lips together, lingering for a moment

jumping into your partner's arms

wrapping legs around your partner

tucking a strand of hair behind your partner's ear

pulling your partner into your lap

hugging from behind

lifting your partner off the ground

holding hands across the table

holding hands under the table

bear hugs

caressing your partner's hand

laying a hand on your partner's thigh

literally sharing a sweater

feeling each other's pulse

glancing at each other's lips

falling asleep while cuddling on the couch

climbing back into bed, onto your partner's body to wake them up

[daintylovers]

my brother in christ i need him so bad

[stinkykatie]

[theglitchywriterboi]

I hope every writer who sees this writes LOADS the next few months. Like freetime opens up, no writers block, the ability to focus, etc etc you're able to write loads & make lots of progress <3

[lipglosscherrybomb]

i haven’t written in like 9 months shits crazy imma try

[2-point-5]

frankly, having mutuals has ruined me. i can't see a train without immediately going "ohh, my train mutual would love this," or hearing someone talk about a celebrity without going "that's the man my mutual wants to tie up and put in a deep fryer."