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hello beautiful people! my name is nora, and i’m 24 years old. i’m a lover of all sorts of media, and have a special place for all things cinema. i’ve always loved fanfiction and would love to help add some more to tumblr!

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[oconnormylove]

if anyone has any short-blurby gator tillman reqs please slide them my way… that’s my baby

[oconnormylove]

hello cuties💝

sorry i’ve kinda been MIA, life has been life-ing lately and i’ve been so busy. but, i have a bit of time and i wanna write for my deae baby steve. so that being said if you have any short/cute bf steve/husband steve asks you’ve been dying to let out please submit them!!

+ if it isn’t steve, please feel free to submit! i’ve been on a gator kick recently and nobody writes for him

[oconnormylove]

if anyone has any steve/jonathan/or nancy fic ideas i’m reopening my box so please send them in!

[oconnormylove]

hellfire!mike x reader and it’s reader finding him absolutely adorable in the shirt even though he hates it??

here’s “just a t-shirt”

thank you for the request!🧸🩷

[oconnormylove]

-> just a t-shirt ˎˊ˗

hellfire!mike wheeler x reader

last monday

all week, mike had been talking about how much he loved hellfire club. at the start of the school year, he had been nervous to join it. yet with some convincing by his friends, and a sweet nudge from you, he ended up joining, and loving it.

on monday when he had come over to your house to study, he told you about the shirts the club was having made.

“yeah so eddie knows this guy that’s getting us these cool club shirts for a really good price,” he hummed, looking over at you as the two of you laid on your bedroom floor.

“oh yeah? i bet it’ll be real cute on you,” you hummed, genuinely serious and proud of your boyfriend taking a step to show his nerdy interests even more, not like he’d ever hidden them.

he chuckles and continues to stare over at you. “you can’t make this a big deal though, i know how you get when i nerd out about stuff,” he hummed, poking you in the side with his pencil.

“c’mon mikey, i don’t make this kind of stuff a “big deal”,” you huffed, rolling over to lay on your back.

“honey, when i joined the club you baked me a cake and wrote me a card-“ he started, before you cut him off.

“hey, that was because i was proud of you.”

mike smiled and leaned over to drop a kiss on your forehead, “you’re one weird cookie honey.”

- - -

last friday

when you arrived to your house late after your shift at the skating rink, the last thing you expected to see was your adorable boyfriend, wrapped in your pink sheets and wearing his new shirt.

“oh. my. god.” you squealed, immediately hopping ontop of mike and smearing cherry-lipgloss flavored kisses all over his face.

“i thought the shirts were coming in next week.” you said, pulling back to get a better look at the shirt he wore.

“they were but eddie’s friend worked faster so we could have them for today’s meeting.” mike smiled, brushing the hair that had fallen out of your ponytail out of your eyes.

you sat and admired him quietly while mike tried, and failed, to hide the smile on his face.

“you’re doing it,” he hummed, leaning up to kiss your cheek.

“doin’ what?” you questioned, looking from his eyes to his adorable flushed cheeks to the shirt he had on.

“makin a big deal princess. c’mon honey ‘s just a t-shirt,” he said, hiding his face out of embarrassment. he still wasn’t used to having a girlfriend, and the thought that you found him this adorable was making him very shy.

“you’re just so cute i could eat you right up mikey,” you hummed, placing more kisses on his wrists, which were slightly exposed by the loose fitting sleeves.

a shy groan left mike’s lips as he leaned in to hide his face in your neck rather than his own hands.

as the weekend passed, and the two of you went into the next week, you continued complimenting your boyfriend when he wore his hellfire shirt. you just couldn’t help it!! seeing him be so open about something he loved so much tugged on your heartstrings.

every compliment you uttered would gain a soft smile and the more you stacked on top of each other would gain another groan of shy-embarrassment.

it wasn’t that mike hated the compliment, it was just that he wasn’t very good at receiving them.

so, you finally decided to do something that would show mike how you feel when he wears the hellfire shirt.

- - -

today

you sat curled in mike’s soft navy sheets as you waited for him to get back from a hellfire club meeting.

mrs. wheeler had graciously let you inside when you told her that you and mike had a lot of studying to do for next week’s midterm.

quiet creaking was heard as mike stepped on the older home’s wooden floorboards, quickly approaching his bedroom door, not knowing what he was about to find behind it.

as mike opened the door, his eyes immediately landed on you. his beautiful girlfriend, sleepy eyed and cozy in his navy blue bedsheets. hair thrown up in a ponytail and a smile adorning your face. as his gaze ran down your form, he slowly realized what you had on.

the t-shirt wasn’t huge on you, just a bit baggy in a way that made you look so much more cuddly. the sleeves were to the middle of your hands and one side of the collar hung off your shoulder slightly.

“oh my-“ mike said, setting his backpack by the door and quickly hurrying to sit next to you on the bed.

“hi mikey,” you hummed, moving back the covers so he could scooch in next to you.

mike spared no time in pressing his cheek to your chest and wrapping his arms around you, pressed a soft kiss to the shoulder that was exposed.

“this must be heaven,” he hummed, smelling a mixture of your natural scent, your perfume, and the slightest hint of himself from the t-shirt you adorned.

“i thought you said this was just a t-shirt, mikey,” you hummed, kissing his head and pulling the covers up over the both of you.

“that was before i saw you in it honey,” he mumbles, mouth slightly covered by the way he was curling up into you.

“yeah well, that’s exactly how i feel when you wear it,” you responded, watching as mike got even more comfortable and his eyes started to close.

“okay, so maybe you don’t overreact when i wear it.” he said, eyes fully closed and his grip already loosening around your waist aa he drifted off to sleep.

you would willingly spend every waking moment making mike know how much his nerdy side meant to you, even if it took some overreacting.

- 🧸 -

request from @writtenbyoscar. i am deeply in love with shy nerdy mike wheeler😛

[oconnormylove]

officially have 4 whole mike asks i feel so blessed -> so i’m about to start writing 😛🫰🏻

[oconnormylove]

hi lovies! i’m currently taking requests!!

i’d love to write about my dear sweet precious mike! if you have any mike wheeler reqs PLEASE send them in! i’m loving hellfire mike rn idk why😛

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i’m starting a tag game ig lol.

reblog this with the last song you listened to , i’ll start

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this song reminds me of (young) satosugu & future yuji 🥹🥹 genuinely makes me wanna cry

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Writing abt FUCKASS EREN YEAGER /comp

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currently writing part 2 of errare humanum est so ofc the existential dread playlist is ON 😌

no pressure tags: @mannythemunchkin @xonyoka @junos-chronicles @designerpvssy @sweethearticism @getopied @cupidstrace @yunamoona @sugurusladyknightt @cherrys-wrld and anyone else who would like to join <3 <3

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i’m a freak who uses apple music so no link

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thank you for tag angel >.<

im thinking after i finish the fratkuna fic im writing rn i'll write a short cowboyjo inspired by this song, it's one of mt fav taylor songs

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EEEKK THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE TAG!!!!

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OH MY- THANK YOU FOR THE TAGG!!

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[oconnormylove]

EEK THANK YOU FOR THE TAG🩷

npt: @cinnamoncunt @slt4purple @prettiesttbrunette

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touch you softly | 1k

about: you and steve are having a small problem, at least, he thinks there’s a problem

c.w. talks of sex but nothing graphic/nsfw, steve and reader are technically naked during the convo but nothing happens, not smut but emotional porn ig, this is self indulgent because i’m a huge crybaby

a/n: haven’t written in two weeks but i was possessed by the spirit of steve lover boy harrington and had to write this, divider from @/cursed-carmine like usual

You cried the first time you and Steve had sex. Steve didn’t know it was possible to experience fear on that level.

He thought everything was perfect. You were perfect. Absolutely beautiful splayed out underneath him. He had his fingers laced with yours and there was a constant stream of breathless praises leaving his lips.

It wasn’t even about not wanting to screw things up with you, he thought to treat you like anything less would be a disgrace to himself.

He thought he did everything right. A perfect balance of leaving you with the wind knocked out of your lungs but a warm feeling in your heart. All culminated with the gentle brush of his lips on your shoulder. Not even a kiss, just him desperate to graze your skin.

Instead he saw tears in your eyes.

He panicked, a flurry of questions leaving his lips. Did he hurt you? Did you not like it? Should he leave?

At his last questions your grip on his hand tightened so firmly you could’ve cut off circulation. You insisted you were fine, just overwhelmed.

You let go of his hand to feebly wipe your eyes and he reached out to push your hands away and collect the dampness on his thumb. It had the opposite effect and only made your tears worse.

It made the pit in his stomach worse too.

Eventually after many assurances after your part, he let it go. Most of his sexual experiences were casual hookups, a long term relationship is different, it’s intimate. Maybe crying is a normal reaction the first time.

Except it’s not the first time, it’s every time. It doesn’t matter the situation, at some point something he does will set you off.

A kiss on the forehead if he notices you’re nervous. A damp washcloth between your thighs after you’re done. A murmured “you’re beautiful” against your inner thigh.

You brush it off every time with the same excuse of being overwhelmed. It works the first few times, then it starts to eat away at him.

He knows he’s not hurting you, but over time he can’t help but wonder if he is. It’s not a logical thought but it lives in his mind regardless. He hates seeing you cry and the idea of him being the cause makes his chest ache in a way he hasn’t experienced before.

It’s not a feeling he enjoys, so one night, sprawled in the glow of the moon from the window, he asks you.

He’s got your back pressed to his chest and his arms wrapped around you. His face buried in the crook where your neck meets your shoulder so he can press featherlight kisses. After a few he can feel the tell tale signs of the tears in your eyes. The sniffle and the tension in your shoulders.

“Sweetheart,” he whispers against your skin.

“Yeah?” you whisper back, your hand is clasped over his around your stomach, thumbing his knuckles in an absentminded manner.

He swallows thickly and presses another kiss to your skin to give him time to think. It’s a dastardly mistake because you sniffle again, meaning that just made you cry more.

He’s got an awful case of foot in mouth syndrome and he started talking without even thinking about how he wanted to broach the topic. Instead he gently turns you around so he can wipe your tears.

“Oh sweet thing,” he croons, and there’s a quiver in your lip that makes his heart ache. “Why?”

“It’s just a lot,” you whisper in response, eyes still shining with unshed tears.

“You… you say that every time” he murmurs, hesitation laced in every syllable. “Is it, always, a lot?”

You pause, taking in the unsaid words. You open your mouth and close it and he waits. He’d wait until the sun comes up and goes back down.

“You just… you treat me really good,” you whisper and it’s not the response he’s expecting.

“Of course I do,” he replies and tries to lighten the mood, “that’s my job.”

It does the opposite, his words always seem to do that, and more tears spill from your eyes.

“Hey hey,” he fusses, wiping your lash line with his thumb and your face ducks into his chest. “That was supposed to make you giggle, good boyfriends don’t make their girl cry”

“You’re just—“ you choke out into his chest. “You’re so sweet and it’s so overwhelming.”

He falters, the soft words he had on the tip of his tongue evaporating. This whole time he thought you were being overwhelmed was the sex. That you were tired or just got overwhelmed with the pleasure easily.

He had never considered this was even in the realm of possibilities.

“So these are….” he smoothes down your hair while he tries to think. “These are happy tears?”

You nod into his chest and he can feel the dampness of your tears on his bare skin.

“Oh my sweet girl,” he murmurs, lifting your face up so he can kiss your tears and the rest of your face. It makes you cry harder but for once your tears don’t make his chest hurt, so he doesn’t let up.

“It’s stupid,” you sniffle, finally having calmed down after a few minutes. “I’m crying because my boyfriend loves me.”

“You,” he kisses your forehead and murmurs his next words against your skin. “Are not stupid, you are the most precious thing I’ve ever seen.”

You don’t move away or protest so he takes it as a sign to keep going.

“My sweet girl,” he whispers. “Just needs someone to love on her.”

“You don’t think I’m stupid or needy or something?” you sniffle in a wobbly voice.

“I could never,” he kisses your forehead again.

It’s the truth, you could cry every time and he’ll wipe your tears away. He’ll kiss your head and tell you how much he loves you because he does. You’re the most important thing he has and like hell is gonna take it for granted.

[oohgeminii]

Heyyy can i request a steve x reader where max and dustin say to him something like “you’ve been more of a dad that my real dad has ever been” and he like tries to act cool but when the kids leave he just breaks down cause he wanted them to have the presence in their life he never had

WITH YOU

steve harrington x reader

desc- steve hears the words he didn’t know he needed to hear

val speaks ‹𝟥 - hiii!!! thankyou for this request i luuuvvv it i hope you like what i did with it!! sorry ive been so MIA i promise im back n more fics r coming

it was supposed to be boring.

that was the whole deal. steve needed groceries, you needed groceries, and max and dustin were only there because neither of them had anything better to do. it was meant to be a quick in-and-out trip, everyone tagging along half-annoyed, half-expecting chaos.

somewhere between the car ride and the mall parking lot, it went wrong.

steve has the windows down, music too loud, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel like he’s performing for an audience that absolutely did not ask for this. you’re in the passenger seat, sunglasses on, pretending not to smile. max is in the back with her feet up on the seat, watching the world blur past, and dustin is narrating the drive like it’s a documentary.

“this,” he announces, “is what happens when you let adults make decisions.”

“i’m twenty,” steve says defensively.

“exactly.”

by the time you pull into the mall parking lot, the grocery list has already been forgotten. max points out a music store. dustin spots an arcade sign. steve sighs dramatically and looks at you like he’s bracing for impact.

“we can look,” you say, already unbuckling your seatbelt. “one thing.”

max grins. that sharp, bright smile she wears when she’s really feeling okay. it’s contagious.

one thing turns into wandering.

the mall smells like pretzels and perfume and that weird electric hum of places meant to kill time. dustin drags steve into the arcade, immediately challenging him to games he knows steve will lose. max lingers by the music store, flipping through cds, quietly excited. you hover between them all, laughing, watching steve try to act unbothered while absolutely being bothered.

“i could beat you,” steve tells dustin, feeding coins into a machine.

“you say that a lot for someone who is losing,” dustin replies.

max joins you by the entrance, leaning into your side. “you think they’ll ever grow up?”

you shrug. “i hope not.”

she smiles at that.

eventually, everyone ends up sharing pretzels on a bench, crumbs everywhere, steve complaining about the price while absolutely still paying. dustin talks nonstop. max listens, shoulders loose, like she belongs exactly where she is. steve drapes his jacket over your shoulders without thinking, you lean into him just as naturally.

it’s small. easy. effortless.

someone suggests clothes shopping. steve protests. dustin wins. you sit on a bench outside a changing room while steve argues with dustin about sizes and max gives unfiltered commentary from the doorway.

“those are awful,” she says flatly.

“thank you,” steve replies. “finally, someone honest.”

you laugh so hard it hurts.

hours pass before any of you realize you’re hungry again. the grocery bags never got filled, the list is still folded in steve’s back pocket but no one cares. you end up in the food court, sharing fries and milkshakes, stealing bites off each other’s trays, dustin loudly declaring it “the best day he’s had in weeks.”

max doesn’t say anything like that. she doesn’t need to. she sits there between you and steve, swinging her feet, laughing freely, eyes bright, present. happy in that quiet, real way.

at some point, steve looks around the table, at you, at the kids, at the mess of wrappers and noise, and shakes his head. “we were supposed to buy milk.”

“next time,” you say.

he looks at you, smiling. “worth it.”

this was family, without anyone having to say the word.

-

the car ride home is loud.

steve’s driving with one hand on the wheel, the other tapping along to the radio, some song he absolutely insists is good despite everyone’s objections. dustin is halfway hanging between the front seats and max has her legs folded up, leaning against the door, watching streetlights streak past with a lazy smile on her face.

you’re in the passenger seat, exhausted in the best way, holding a half-melted milkshake that steve definitely promised not to let spill and definitely almost does.

“today,” dustin announces, “was a masterpiece.”

“we didn’t even buy groceries,” max says.

“exactly.”

steve snorts. “you guys have very low standards.”

you glance over at him, catching the way his jaw softens when he looks at you, the way his hand flexes on the steering wheel like he has too much feeling and nowhere to put it. you don’t say anything. you don’t need to. he’s already smiling like an idiot.

mike’s house comes into view too soon.

the car slows. pulls into the driveway. dustin unbuckles dramatically, like he’s stepping out of a limo instead of steve harrington’s beat-up car. max opens her door, pausing for a second before she gets out.

dustin turns back first.

“hey, steve?”

“yeah, man?”

there’s a beat. dustin shrugs, suddenly less performative. “you’ve been more of a dad to me than my real dad has ever been.”

the words hang there. raw. unpolished. real.

steve blinks. once. twice.

max nods beside dustin. “he’s right.”

and then they’re gone.

no hugs. no speeches. dustin slams the door. max waves once and follows him up the path. just like that.

the car is quiet now.

steve pulls away from the curb like nothing happened. like his chest didn’t just crack open. he clears his throat. “so,” he says casually. “guess we still need milk.”

you watch him from the side, the way his shoulders are a little tense, the way his eyes stay fixed on the road. “you okay?”

“yeah,” he says immediately. “totally. kids say stuff. they’re weird.”

“mhm.”

another pause. longer this time.

“…i mean,” he adds, “i didn’t even do anything special.”

you reach over then. rest your hand on his arm. grounding. “you showed up,” you say. “that’s kind of everything.”

he swallows. nods once. “yeah. guess so.”

the rest of the drive is quieter. not uncomfortable. just full. steve keeps pretending he’s fine, cracking one or two jokes, rolling his eyes at the radio, but every so often his grip tightens on the wheel, and you can feel how much it all meant to him.

when you pull into your driveway, he turns the engine off and just sits there for a second. staring ahead.

then he looks at you.

“i’m really in love with you,” he says, like it’s a realization he’s still catching up to.

you smile, soft and sure. “yeah,” you say. “i'm really in love with you too”

and when he leans over to kiss you, it’s gentle. grateful. like this life, this messy, accidental family is something he never wants to let go of.

-

the house feels different when you get inside.

not bad. just quieter. the door clicks shut behind you, and steve drops his keys into the bowl a little harder than usual. he doesn’t turn the lights on right away. just heads for the couch and sits down, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor like it might give him answers.

you watch him for a second. give him the space to choose his words. but steve harrington has never been great at hiding how he feels, not really.

you sit beside him, close enough that your thigh brushes his. “what’s up?” you ask softly.

he exhales, long and shaky, like he’s been holding it in since the driveway. “i’m fine,” he says automatically.

you tilt your head. wait.

the silence stretches. his jaw tightens. then his shoulders slump, like something finally gives out.

“i just-” his voice cracks immediately, and he laughs under his breath like he’s embarrassed by it. “shit.”

you turn toward him fully now, hand finding his arm. “hey. you don’t have to be cool with me.”

he swallows hard, eyes glassy. “all i’ve ever wanted,” he says quietly, “is to be a dad.”

the words land heavy and honest.

“not like mine,” he adds quickly. “never like mine. i want to be better. i try so hard to be better. for you. for them. i don’t ever want to be the guy who makes his kids feel small or unwanted or like love’s something they have to earn.”

his voice breaks again, worse this time. “and hearing dustin say that… hearing max agree… it was like-” he shakes his head, overwhelmed. “like maybe i didn’t screw it up. like maybe i’m doing something right.”

tears spill over before he can stop them. steve scrubs at his face, frustrated. “god, i didn’t mean to-”

you pull him into you before he can finish. his forehead presses into your shoulder, hands gripping your shirt like he’s afraid to let go. you wrap your arms around him, firm and sure, one hand cradling the back of his head.

“you’re incredible,” you murmur. “you are everything you needed when you were younger. and you’re already a dad in every way that counts.”

he lets out a broken sob, breath hitching as it finally all comes out. you stay right there, rocking him gently, letting him cry without trying to fix it. loving him through it.

after a while, his breathing slows. he pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes red, vulnerable, open. “i want that life,” he says softly. “with you. kids. chaos. all of it.”

you smile through your own tears, brushing your thumb under his eye. “me too,” you say. “with you. always.”

he exhales, resting his forehead against yours. safe. seen. home.

and in that quiet living room, steve harrington lets himself believe that the future he’s always wanted is actually possible.

[oconnormylove]

Could you maybe write some art or patrick x male reader fics 🙂‍↕️ there is a shortage of them on tumblr and your writing is banging

hi ml! i totally could! but can you send me a request with what you’d like me to write thanks🩷🩷

[oconnormylove]

-> we go way back ˎˊ˗

art donaldson x highschoolgf!reader

pulling an all nighter for your final exam meant one thing and one thing only…. coffee. but not just a coffee, but a coffee from your favorite cafe. the one down on main with the delicious caramel macchiatos and best breakfast sandwiches.

you packed your tote bag and slung it over your shoulder, deciding to get some more studying in while you were at it before your final exam tomorrow.

as you approached the well known glass door into the cafe, you saw a pair of boys in your spot. the pair of striped arm chairs with the matching ottomans and mahogany coffee table in front of them. you’d studied for many college exams there, it was basically good luck to study there at this point.

as you made your way inside and ordered your coffee and breakfast, you heard a quiet exchange coming from the exact spot you’d been eyeing earlier.

“oh my god, that’s her. i swear,” the dark haired boy said, covering his mouth as he snickered at his friend in the chair across from him.

the second boy didn’t respond, opting to peak over the back of the chair and look at where you now stood waiting for your order.

earlier, when you had come inside, you couldn’t see the second boy. you had seen a mop of curly blonde hair which reminded you of your ex from high school. but surely that wasn’t him, art had went off to stanford, kissing the academy and you two’s relationship goodbye.

but when you made eye contact with him, you knew it was art.

you walked over, pulled up a chair to face art and patrick, crossed your legs and looked at them.

“so it was you two who stole my very precious study spot huh?” you smiled, as the pair looked at you.

after the initial shock of how straightforward you were, a smile took over the lips of both boys as art finally spoke, “you… um, come here often…. i mean,”

“what he means is, long time no see. you look good,” patrick said, saving art from continuing to embarrass himself.

“what’re you two doing back home? i figured stanford kept you two busy.” you hummed, sipping from your mug and setting it down on the table.

“well, coach said we needed to come home over spring break and clear our heads so we’d be ready for our next big match,” patrick responded, as the both of you looked at art who was slowly sinking into his seat. trying, and failing, to make himself melt into the chair.

patrick looked back at you, nodding before standing up.

“‘ll let you two get things sorted out,” he hummed, turning to art.

“dude seriously?” he questioned, before leaning in and whispering words to art.

not much was heard on your end but you did catch some words here and there. mainly patrick telling art to man up, and a word that vaguely sounded like apologize.

after patrick was gone, you sat in the seat next to art, looking at him and waiting for him to speak.

“well?” you questioned, a smile gracing your lips.

“y/n…. i am so, so, so sorry for how i treated you in high school. you deserved so much more than a bad breakup text. i just, didn’t know what else to say.” he started, looking at everything but you.

“i shouldn’t have even broken up with you to begin with! you were the best girlfriend i’d ever had!” art said, growing exasperated with himself and throwing his arms up. “i was just some loser kid who finally got a girlfriend and then i just… forgot what i had when i go into stanford i guess,” he continued, turning to finally look at you.

as he kept rambling, you reached into your bag and grabbed a piece of paper.

“and i don’t expect you to forgive me, hell at this point i’m definitely in your burn book for life…. but if you’d just find it in your sweet heart to forgive this dumb idiot, maybe we could hang out again some time? y’know as friends or… enemies, or whatever you want us to be,” he finally finished, turning to you and immediately making eye contact with the paper in your hand.

“what’re you…?” he questioned, as you made him take the paper in question.

“that’s my number… i got a new one, but….art, i forgave you a long time ago.” you started, turning in your chair to face him more.

“and seeing as you’re home again, i feel like it’s fate….. i dunno. just because you broke up with me doesn’t mean i ever lost feelings, and seeing you today kinda un-buried them. ‘m not saying we’ll go back to how we were before you went off, but we could turn over a new leaf maybe?” you hummed, watching as art quickly started nodding.

“for sure,” he grinned, looking at you with much adoration.

“but this doesn’t mean you’re immediately out of my burn book, art donaldson,” you smirked, watching as art’s cheeks turned red.

“but i’m gonna try, really hard to get outta there,” he said, bright smile taking over his face.

he tucked the phone number into his pocket, immediately starting up a new conversation with the girl he never thought would look at him again, much less give him her number.

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request from @slt4purple (kinda left this open so that if it’s well received enough then i can do art x high school gf reader more)

[oconnormylove]

Hey could u write an art Donaldson x old girlfriend running into each other at a cafe

can i? of freaking course i can that’s my babe fr i’ll get to work!

[oconnormylove]

if anyone has any steve, jonathan, or mike reqs, PLEASE send them to mama!

[oconnormylove]

-> drunken confessions ˎˊ˗

nancy wheeler x fem!reader

it was around 1 am when you received a call from steve.

“steve i swear this better be important.” you huffed, rubbing sleep from your eyes.

“you better come get your girlfriend,” he said abruptly, then immediately hung up.

a sigh escaped your lips as you got out of bed and slipped on a pair of jeans and a jacket that were in a pile on your nightstand waiting to be put away.

you should’ve known better than to agree with nancy on her going to that party. you should’ve went with her instead.

she just looked too cute when she proposed the party idea to you last night.

“c’mon princess, jon and robin and steve are gonna be there! we can all hang out,” she hummed into your neck as you two cuddled on the couch.

a sigh left your lips as you kissed her nose, “you know i hate parties.”

nancy brushes a strand of hair from your forehead, “i know but it’s always worth a shot to ask.”

as you made your way to your car, you were questioning why you had to come get your girlfriend. not that you minded no, not at all. you’d much rather have your girlfriend in the comfort of your apartment rather than that party, but robin, jonathan, and steve promised to have her back to you in one piece sooner or later.

as you arrived at the party, you were already greeted with your friends.

robin holding nancy’s shoes and purse and jonathan and steve holding a very drunk, very disoriented nancy between the 2 of them.

you slipped out of the car and walked over to the 4. taking a glance at robin who gave you a grimace-like smile.

“what happened?” you asked, already preparing for the worse.

“well, one two many shots and some whining for your girlfriend later, here she is.” steve smiled, helping nancy into the front seat.

you sighed, thanking the 3 and telling them to have a good night before you got into the front seat and looked at nancy, who was slumped against the window.

you brushed the curls from her face to get a better look at her, “hey sugar,” you whispered, “how’re you feeling honey?”

a quiet whine was heard from nancy as she latched onto your hand with her own. “my head hurts,” she whined, heading lolling away from the window to face you.

“you missed me huh?” you questioned, putting the car into drive and heading to your apartment.

“a bunch, i love you so much,” she hummed, facing back to the window and curling up, pressing her warm cheek against the cool glass.

you felt your cheeks warm up at her quiet words. you and nancy had been girlfriends for 6 months, but have been best friends and roommates for a long time.

sure, you two had said “i love you” before, but this was the first time you’d said it in a romantic way and not platonically.

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the next day, a much more sober nancy scooted her way into the kitchen where you were making breakfast.

“hey honey, how’s your head?” you asked, slinging your arms around her waist as she tucked her head into your neck, hiding from the light that was shining through the window.

“better,” she said, looking up at you.

“you um, said a little trio of words to me last night sugar…. you remember?” you asked, a sly smile crossing your face.

“i said i loved you,” she smiled, lips coming up to press a kiss below your ear.

“you mean it?”

“yeah i mean it,” she responded, looking up at you through her lashes.

“i love you too nance,” you hummed, pressing a kiss to her soft lips.

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request from an anon!

[oconnormylove]

How are you doing?

very well! i’m sleepy and should definitely go to sleep!