what are the chances pheobe bridgers announces a tour tmr because she was just in nyc tonight to end her secret tour and is announcing a fall one… manifesting
what are the chances pheobe bridgers announces a tour tmr because she was just in nyc tonight to end her secret tour and is announcing a fall one… manifesting
being nat scatorccio's cool pink haired gf slight nsfw under the cut
→ everyone thinks that you're such an 'opposites attract' couple. nat being the 'alt' and grungier one, you being the feminine and 'lighter' one.
→ yellowjackets varsity will see anything pink and it'll automatically remind them of you. oh a pink pen? "it's nat's gf!" oh a strawberry juicebox? "it's nat's gf!" oh a pink tampon? "it's nat's gf!"
→ absolutely adores it when you put your hair up in pretty hairstyles, adding ribbons and clips and such. but personally prefers it when you tie it up in a messy pony tail or something. she just thinks it's so hot of you to be so effortlessly hot.
→ shows you off so much. modern!nat would have a special insta highlight just for you and your pink hair!!! it would be filled with pics of your messy hair or simply photos with pink elements that reminds her of you.
→ always light heartedly arguing over the fallen strands of hair on the shower drain thats been clogging it 🥀🥀 and then 99 percent of the time it's nat's because the strands are blonde!!!! and dead as fuck
→ since pink washes away so fast, your hair dying sessions would be every week and a half. nat would always offer to help you dye your hair which means, an hour hair coloring, and then half an hour of making out. and then it will always turn out to be messy. pink dye all over her fingers and on her shirt (and yours too). maybe a little pink dye getting on her hair too if she's lucky.
→ and then of course regular hair bleaching and dying results to dead hair so!!! dead hair gfs! couple goals.
→ AHHH NAT would DEFINITELY let you dye a small section of her bleached hair pink just so she could still have that small part of you with her at all times. it'll be cute walking around campus, hand in hand, while that vibrant pink catches almost everyone's attention.
→ nat hates crowds. so if ever she loses you in one, she'd get on her tippy toes and always look for that vibrant pink hair that stands out from the crowd. and she's relieved because she always finds her way back to you.
→ also applies when getting groceries, if she loses you in an aisle, she can easily spot you just by walking through the sides.
→ bleach (dates??) it comes naturally, just tell her "babe, your roots are showing." and she'll glance at yours and say "yours too." and then boom you both are wearing gloves—you're sat on the bathroom counter while she mixes the bleach formula up. you bleach her roots first, then she bleaches yours, and then rinse it off, and then when you're done with that part, she'll prepare the pink dye for your newly bleached roots.
→ (extra) fratboy!nat who swears she doesn't have favorites (out of all fuckbuddies) but then her ig bio is something like "🌸🌸" which is totally NOT something nat would put if she WASN'T referring to a certain SOMEONE
→ (extra) fratboy!nat WOULDDD be sm into hair pulling and she likes pulling yours specifically. and then whenever she misses you, she'll post something on her twt or ig story saying some shit like "miss having that pretty pink hair around my fist." like ughhhhh
you scroll through your tl, reading through many rants and shitposts made by your friends on their private accounts. and then, a certain post catches your eye—
@/donatgonearme: miss having that pretty pink hair around my fist.
you furrow your eyebrows, clicking on the reply button to type something.
@/donatgonearme: miss having that pretty pink hair around my fist.
⟶ @/youruser: ?? u fucking another pink haired girl?
you sigh, averting your eyes away from the screen for a moment, before a notification pops up, making your phone vibrate. you look back at the screen again.
@/donatgonearme: miss having that pretty pink hair around my fist.
⟶ @/youruser: ?? u fucking another pink haired girl?
⟶ @/donatgonearme: @/youruser shut up. you know it's only you.
— — — —
"yeah, fucking take it." she grunts, lifting her right hand and placing the cigarette between her lips as she takes a drag, pounding in and out of you from behind at the same time.
you clench around her strap, your moans turning out muffled from your face being planted on the pillow. "my pretty princess." you whine at the nickname, feeling yourself getting wetter and wetter.
"were you jealous?" she breathes out, exhaling the smoke. you shook your head against the pillow, letting out muffled noises. nat chuckles and grabs a handful of your hair, yanking your head up and making you arch your back. "huh? baby?" she taunts.
you choke out an answer, "n—no—" groaning at the feeling of her fingers forcefully tightened around your newly bleached roots. and newly bleached roots, means that your scalp fucking hurts and stings to the max. and that's what turned on natalie more. she knows the feeling of it, and so, she likes taking advantage of that fact just a liiittle bit.
doctor!abby anderson listening to your heartbeat while making out with you. bc it’d be a fun little game for her. that’s all! (this was written in a rush leave me alone).
abby squeezed your thigh harder, gasping into your hair as you bit the spot beneath her ear, only to soothe it a second later with the warm drag of your tongue.
“look so fuckin’ good in your scrubs, abby, my smart girl,” you whine, almost pouting at how unfair it was for abby to look this hot after a long day at work.
hah she laughs, “you like me in teal, baby? with these old glasses? this stethoscope’s getting you hot, huh?” she teases, a hand dipping below your chin to gently tilt your head upwards.
“oh shut up, abby,” you roll your eyes, smushing your lips against hers as you draw her body closer between your legs.
you brace one of your hands on the desk you’re seated upon, catching your weight as abby practically drinks you in, tongue licking into the back your throat and dragging a groan out of you.
you gasp at the cold feel of metal on your chest, breaking the kiss for a moment, only for abby to press her needy mouth back onto yours immediately.
“wha-?” you question, eyebrows scrunched in confusion, but body effectively distracted by whatever the fuck abby’s doing with her tongue around your own.
mmm abby hums in response, her arms shifting to maneuver something up to her ear.
“you’re at about 108 beats per minute, sweetheart. something riling you up?” abby mumbles against your mouth, haughty smirk gracing her pretty pink lips.
the glasses on her head are askew, golden braid half fallen out, shirt scrunched down on one shoulder, stethoscope in one of her ears, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen a sight more beautiful than this.
her big hand shifts the diaphragm against your chest again, calloused thumb teasing over your nipple— making your breath catch— before pausing at another spot.
“116 now, looks like somethin’s really got to you, huh?
“abby-“ you breathlessly whisper, heart thumping in anticipation as she draws her other hand higher up your thigh, just barely brushing over (your other heartbeat) the pulsing place you need her most.