#piningoverapines

[fifibobeefy]

scrawny motherfucker with a cool hairstyle.

summary: Finn gets his hair braided by the reader.

note: this is dedicated to hannah, sorry for taking so long to write this!!

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Your eyes fluttered open as you awoke, the sun was beaming in through an open window, and you could feel your face against your boyfriend's chest. He took deep breaths as you lie against him, you looked back at him, wondering why he was doing so. His brows were furrowed, but as soon as he saw that you were awake, his breathing started to become much more regular. You looked at him for a couple of minutes before beginning to speak. 

“you okay?” you asked, laughing softly while doing so, his eyes widened before responding. 

“Yeah? Why wouldnt I be?” he questioned, smiling as he did so, you could see the gaps between his teeth as he spoke. 

“You were just, breathing heavily. I don't know, I just wanted to check” you responded, looking at him as you smiled. 

“I was trying to, uh, not wake you up” Finn reassured you, beginning to sit up.

As he sat up you realized that he hadn't worn his hat to bed last night, meaning his long hair was out, and well, rather messy. 

“Oh… finn, your hair..” you said with a smile, reaching out to touch it. He raised one of his brows at you and grabbed your wrist before your hand touched his hair. 

“What? What's wrong with it?” Finn spluttered out as he put one of his hands in his hair, his expression dropping as he did so.

“Nothing it's just… messy, has your hair never been knotted before?” you asked, perplexed. He shook his head.

“That’s- whatever, can I brush it for you?” you asked, as his hand loosened around your wrist, letting you put it back at your side. 

“Uhhh, sure” Finn faltered, confusion evident on his face, though he still managed to say it with a smile. You reached for your bag before Finn grabbed it for you and handed it to you, you unzipped it and began to rummage around in it, looking for your hair brush.

“Now- it might hurt a bit, so.. Uhh, just tell me when to stop when it hurts too much, okay?” you crooned, grabbing a black brush from out of your bag, he still looked worried, but knew you wouldnt do anything to hurt him.

You sat behind him before slowly beginning to brush his blond, glossy hair. He twitched as he felt the brush run through his knotted hair, his eyes watering slightly from the pain. You continued to brush his hair, running the brush from the bottom up. He squeaked as the brush ran through a knot, placing one of his hands onto the couch, grabbing at the fabric. He stuttered out soft, small ‘ow’’s, but after a few more brushes, his hair was finally proper. 

“There, it's all brushed out” you added, running a hand through his silky hair. He pulled his hand off of the couch and put it back on his lap. “Do you mind if I braid your hair?”

“No, not at all!” he quickly blurted out, not wanting you to stop, enjoying how your hands felt as they went through his hair. You smiled and began to separate his slick blond hair into three separate parts, before beginning to braid it. 

“So, do you and Jake have anything planned for today?” you asked, trying to make small talk while your hands delicately braided his hair. 

“Hmmm, I don't think so, I mean, most of the time, we don't even plan to do anything, someone just asks us to, but when they don't… we just stay home and play BMO, like, all day,” Finn responded, a smile forming on his face as he spoke. You smiled, hearing the excitement in his voice was adorable.

“Ohhh, why don't you ever invite me over to play BMO?” you questioned in a teasing manner,  his smile dropping as you said it.

“I um, I didn't know you wanted to, sorry” Finn stammered out, and you laughed softly behind him.

“I'm kidding, Finn, you don't have to do everything with your girlfriend if you don't want to” you reassured him, blush emerging on his face as you refer to yourself as his girlfriend. 

“O-oh, I knew that, I do wanna play BMO with you, though,” he admitted, fidgeting with his shirt hem as he talked. 

“Well, you have nothing planned today, right?” you suggested, his eyes widened, and he smiled. You finished his braid, tying a blue hair tie tightly around the end of it. “There you go, now you don't have to worry about it getting knotted while you sleep.”

Finn spun himself around so he was facing you, and looked you in the eyes, smiling ear to ear from your suggestion earlier. 

“Wow, you look so pretty” you cooed, the blush on his face only getting redder. You moved your hands to cup his face while you spoke. His smile and blush were adorable as he struggled to speak. 

“Thank you” Finn whispered, placing one of his hands on yours as it held his face. You planted a soft kiss on his forehead before you spoke. 

“you’re welcome” you replied, your voice weak, hardly above a whisper. 

“So, what do you two want for breakfast?” Jake, Finn's brother, a yellow, English bulldog, ribbed, causing you to instantly pull your hands away from Finn's face. And causing Finn to let out a squeaky, high-pitched scream. 

Jake chuckled before repeating himself, Finn turning his head to look at Jake as he spoke, before turning to look back at you. 

“I'll have whatever you have, Finn” you blurted out, not certain what they had. Finn turned back to Jake and smiled before speaking.

“Pancakes,” Finn replied, but before turning back to you, he began to speak again. “Wait- Jake, how long were you standing there?” 

“Long enough to know that she thinks you look pretty with your hair in a braid.” Jake teased. Finn's face went maroon as you started to laugh, you put a hand on his shoulder and began to rub it comfortingly, still laughing as he continued to get redder.

[jeremywhere]

jeremylovesweep day 36: dedicated to @piningoverapines

i love jeremy sticking his tongue out while playing video games to focus (despite failing /aff)

so cute.

if you ever want a jeremylovesweep post dedicated to you, feel free to send an ask ! thank you for this one <3

[fifibobeefy]

a lil jeremy doodle from math class :3

[fifibobeefy]

anything - adrianne lenker

[fifibobeefy]

it’s kinda killer to sit and chat with you.

notes: I wrote so much fucking dialogue in this that my quote key stopped working. :D anywho! enjoy! stagedorks!!! EEE!!

summary: Jeremy has nightmares about the S.Q.U.I.P every so often, this time, Christine calls him almost minutes after he wakes up.

Jeremy woke up freezing– shivering– though his body was sweating. he was quivering as he lay there in bed, his breathing faltering. He reached for his phone to check the time, missing a couple of times, hitting off the lotion he kept on his nightstand, before finally grabbing it. He scoffed as he looked at the bright white numbers on his phone screen, it was three thirty-seven a.m. his phone began vibrating in his hand, as the screen went dark and Christine’s name showed up in small white letters, his thumb raced to hit the green ‘accept’ button.

“Hmph?’ he mumbled, his body still waking up.

“you okay?” Christine fretted, her tone incredibly anxious.

“Hm? Yeah.. why?” Jeremy quired, his brows furrowing the more he thought about her words. “Christine? Why wouldnt I be okay?”

“Sorry, I just- I woke up, with this… feeling in my stomach, I just… needed to check on you” She paused for a moment, thinking. “Wait- why are you up?”

He didn't respond for a couple of minutes, his breathing was still heavy from adrenaline. “I um- i..” he stammered, he didn't want to tell her. “I had a nightmare” he confessed, breathing a sigh of relief after he spoke.

“Oh” she replied, he pinched the skin between his eyes in shame. “What was it about?” she asked, her voice soothing. This girl calms him.

“Fuck, it was um- about the uh,” Jeremy thought for a minute, trying to decide whether or not to lie. “The S.Q.U.I.P”

Christine felt shame rise into her throat. It was her fault that Jeremy took the S.Q.U.I.P, it was her fault that the play got fucked up, it was her fault that Jeremy had nightmares, even months after it happened, it was her fault that he has scars.

“Christine? You there?” he asked, his voice sheepish.

“Yeah,” she replied, Jeremy chuckled softly into the receiver. “I'm sorry” she spat out.

“Wha-?” Jeremy muttered, puzzled.

“Jer, It's my fault- all of this.” she clarified. Jeremy squinted his eyes, confused.

“But Christ-”

“If I had just noticed you, or even said hi to you, you wouldnt have consumed fucking malware!” she grumbled, Jeremy held back a laugh as she spoke. “You wouldnt have tried to change yourself, for me! The play would've gone on fine, we would've had a normal cast party! Where we could've been teenagers and gotten- I don't know? A little drunk!”

“Christine, it's not your fault.” Jeremy objected “I could've been normal and just- tried to talk to you! But I didn't! It's my fault I have these stupid scars down my back and-”

“I like your scars.” Christine blurted out.

“H-hm?” Jeremy coughed, choking on his own spit. Christine blushed deeply, her hand covering her mouth, shocked at what she had just said.

“I like your scars- well, I don't like how you got them but- they're pretty cute.” Christine rambled, Jeremy's cheeks going red as she spoke.

“Oh,” he sputtered, he was incredibly insecure about his scars- as he was about any part of his body. “T-thanks… you um- you have nice eyes.” he breathed, unsure of what to say after a compliment like that.

Christine giggled, he was so adorable when he got flustered. “Thanks” she replied, smiling as she spoke.

“Humans are weird” Jeremy blurted out after a minute of static. Christine giggled on the other end.

“How so?” she asked, wanting to know what led him to this divine conclusion.

“Isn't it weird that you woke up ‘cause I had a nightmare?” he thought out loud, squinting his eyes as he thought.

“I guess,” Christine said at first, before continuing. “Maybe it's just love,” Christine stated with a snort. Jeremy blushed, sure, she had told him that she loved him before. they were backstage, and she mouthed ‘I love you’ to him before he went on stage, which left him fumbling over lines.

“I uh, love you” he blurted out. Christine’s giggles stopped abruptly, her cheeks getting hot quick. “But- how would love make you wake up when we're so far away from eachother?”

“Maybe it’s like a survival instinct- Or, maybe our souls are like, intertwined!” she suggested, Jeremy laughed.

“If either of us was protecting the other, it'd definitely be you protecting me, I have like two muscles in total!” he said, laughing between words. She giggled, he wasn't as weak as he claimed to be.

“I am but your loyal knight!” she acted out dramatically on the other end, earning a chuckle from Jeremy.

“You're such a dork!” he said, laughing as he spoke. Though he was aware that word would come back to bite him in the ass in minutes.

“I’m the dork?” she teased, Jeremy smiled to himself.

“What? I like to think I'm more of a geek” he defended himself, leaving Christine laughing so hard she snorted, multiple times.

“Geek, dork, nerd, whatever! They all mean the same thing!” she laughed, barely catching her breath between words.

“Actually they’re all different-”

Jeremy got cut off by Christine’s laughter, he didn't mind though, he found her laugh adorable.

“That’s how I know you're a dork!” she said, breathing heavily as she caught her breath from laughing.

“You’re a dork too!” he pointed out, yawning after he spoke.

“Is my dearest prince getting tired?” Christine teased, returning back to her Shakespearean-acting voice.

“Mmph” he replied, earning a giggle from Christine. “A little”

“That reminds me of when we stayed to sort through... Props, or something?- and it was nine o’clock, and we found everything hilarious, and you fell asleep in my car on the way home, and I didn't want to wake you up cause you just looked so calm and-”

“Wait, you carried me in?” Jeremy asked, “I thought I just like, forgot walking in” Christine giggled at his confusion.

“I did! You were still wearing these stupid shoes you found in the prop room that you forgot to take off, and I had to leave you shoeless on your couch,” she added, Jeremy chuckled weakly at his past self. “You were wearing these dorky pac-man socks”

“And we didn't even end up sorting the props- or whatever it was, completely! I think we only did a quarter of them and Mr. Reyes was so upset at us” Christine continued to ramble, not even realizing Jeremy had stopped replying.

“but we- Jeremy?” Christine stopped, listening closely in case his voice was quiet, but all she heard were light snores and grunts as Jeremy slept. She giggled. “Goodnight, love you“

Jeremy mumbled something that sounded close to ‘Goodnight’, and Christine hung up the phone.

[fifibobeefy]

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[fifibobeefy]

love can burn like a cigarette

summary: Wirt has had a crush on Sara since he was 14, and he's now 19. after meeting up with her at a college party, by accident, they catch up.

warnings: cigarette usage 

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“Come on,” one of Wirt’s classmates begged, “it's just one party. What, would you rather stay home and…   I don't know, sit around?” 

Wirt gave a weak smile. “fine” he spoke coldly, he loathed parties, they were too noisy for his liking, and all people did was get drunk and hook up. 

As soon as he entered the door, he regretted his choice, and after chatting for a while, he went outside for a quick smoke. It was just to ease his nerves, and no one could see him.

The night was delicate, and he didn't want to shatter its quiet. He took a hit of his cigarette and exhaled softly, watching the smoke leave his mouth.

“Do you have a lighter?” a gentle feminine voice came from behind him, he jolted back slightly out of shock, and hurriedly grabbed a cheap Bic lighter from his jean pockets, before passing it to the woman. 

“Thanks,” she hummed, she then fumbled with it for a while, but it refused to light. She scoffed, making a “eughhh” sound under her breath. 

“Here,” the boy muttered with the cigarette still in his mouth, he took it out, tapped on it to get rid of any ash, and lit the girl's cigarette using his flame.

As he looked up at the girl his gut sank in realization, and his face went pale.

“Wirt?!” the girl sputtered.

Her name was Sara, Wirt's former crush from ninth grade. She had beautiful black curls that went down to her collarbones, and her voice remained as soft and sweet as before, just a bit more baritone. She had grown taller since then. She smelled of sandalwood and roses, a bold contrast against Wirt’s scent of cigarettes, tea and pen ink.

“S-Sara? What are you doing here?” he questioned, his cigarette still burning. His face slowly got veiled in a light shade of red.

"the same thing you are, some friends dragged me along" she smiled while taking a hit of her cigarette, she couldn't help but notice that Wirt was now taller than her.

"heh, um, hey are you still friends with Jason?" Wirt wondered, saying "Jason" like it was an illness. 

"Please don't tell me you still hate him" she teased "we're still friends, I guess. we barely talk." 

"n-no, It just um, it just crossed my mind." he faltered, knowing that he was lying. 

"Why did you hate him?" she asked, exhaling a puff of smoke. 

"I um, I used to have a crush on you," he muttered, "a-and I thought you liked Jason so I hated him for it."

"I even made this- shit!" he quickly dropped his cigarette and stomped it out, he looked at his index and middle finger, he had let the cigarette burn, almost forgetting that it was there, and it had seared his fingers. he cleared his throat while holding his fingers "I even made this cheesy tape with poetry and clarinet on it" he laughed softly.

"Do you still have it?" Sara questioned eagerly, wanting to hear his words of admiration.

"i-i think I might-- back in my dorm..." he confessed, "are you sure you want to hear it though? it's... really bad." he searched his pockets for a pack of cigarettes, hoping to light a new one to relieve his nerves again, but all he found was an empty box.

"Here, have mine," Sara insisted, and removed her cigarette from her mouth, handing it to him. "as long as I get to hear this tape." 

he nodded stupidly, caught up in a daze. it wasn't until he finished the cigarette that he realized.

he flicked the cigarette butt out the window, and nervously tapped on the steering wheel. He hadn't even recognized that he was in his car until then.

"Are you sure you want to hear it?" he questioned once more, remembering the fact that the tape was twenty-two minutes long. "It's really long and cheesy..." he blushed.

"I don't mind" she smiled "you know, some classmates told me about the tape" she mentioned as if it was an afterthought.

he tensed up in shock, when did they tell her? "o-oh, really?" he stuttered out

"yeah, like a week after Halloween," she said, looking out the car windows, "I thought it was sweet"

he felt like he was about to puke, she thought it was sweet. 

"i- um..." he squeaked "I wish I knew that then”

“Hm?” Sara hummed, not believing her ears.

“i- I said I wish I knew that then” he repeated, a red hue spreading across his face. “I didn't think I deserved you, I mean if we ever did date.”

“Why?” she inquired, never picking up on these feelings before.

“I-I don't know” he sighed, he did know, she was (and still is) pretty, confident and sweet, and he was awkward, dorky and rather melodramatic. “You were, um, sweet a-and pretty. And you were so confident.”

She smiled softly in return “do you still think that?” 

He stammered trying to respond, It was impossible for him to say no, yet he wouldn't dare say yes. 

“I-I mean- yeah?” he hesitated, attempting to sound kind, but not too kind. 

“R-really?” Sara's attention snapped back as she turned her head to look at Wirt, and a faint maroon could be seen spreading across her cheeks. 

He nodded, too flustered to reply with words. He had just admitted to finding her pretty. 

“Oh, Thanks,” she replied, and you could hear the smile in her voice. “That’s actually really nice to hear from you. Means a lot, you know?” 

“W-Why?” he questioned out of pure curiosity. “Why does it mean a lot, I mean.”

“I mean, you know how you write poetry? Yeah. poets just- I’d believe one if they called me pretty,” she confessed, making eye contact with him through the rearview mirror. 

He smiled, a dorky smile that Sara loved dearly. He had the type of smile that leaves you mesmerized, the kind that you couldn't get enough of. He was so strangely loveable. Like a wilting flower, or unfinished poetry. 

“T-thanks” he replied “I… think I say thanks to that…” 

She giggled.

“When’d you stop liking me?” Sara continued to question him, he hesitated, not knowing what to say, he could tell her that he never stopped liking her (which was sadly true.), or lie, but what would he say? That it just ended, randomly? That he doesn't lay sleepless at night imagining what could’ve been? That he doesn’t still write poetry about her? 

“I... I um, I think, maybe- no… I, I don't think-” Wirt’s ears and cheeks had turned red “I… d-didn't.”

The car had come to a stop, they were in the parking lot of the dorm building.

“Oh,” Sara said. “wow.”

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to freak you out or anythin-” Wirt was stopped by Sara’s hands grabbing the collar of his shirt, her lips felt his, his hands went to Sara’s hips, and he gradually let his eyes close. He could feel her smile during the kiss. It was something he had never felt before, not the smile, but the kiss, and yes, he was ashamed that he was 19 and still hadn't had his first kiss, well, up until now. His pages and pages of poetry could never define this feeling, he wished he could stay in this moment, never leaving Sara’s side. She put one of her hands to his cheek, cupping it. 

The instant Sara’s lips parted from his, Wirt’s eyes started to water, he didn't know why, or how to stop it, he drew his hands away to hide his face, shame is too weak of a word to describe how he felt, he was mortified. He had finally had his first kiss, and instead of being sweet, or charming, he cried. He fucking cried. 

“I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, this is so embarrassing, I'm so sorry.” Wirt began muttering under his breath as he tried to calm himself down. 

“It's okay, it's okay.” Sara cooed as she held his hand, reassuring him that he wasn't embarrassing himself. He had begun to calm down, as Sara squeezed his hand, grounding him, taking him away from his worries. 

“T-Thank you.” he smiled softly, wiping tears out of his eyes, he wasn't a long crier, usually just a minute or two and he was done, he had been accused of doing it for attention, when he was younger, because of it. “I-Its getting really late, I should just drive you home...” 

“No- no it's okay, I can sleep over, I mean- if you're okay with that.” Sara smiled, and Wirt gave a weak smile back. 

Their walk consisted of embarrassing stories, wirt telling her how many times he tried to get her attention, and how many times he chickened out trying to ask her out, and Sara told him how many times she tried to flirt with him, only for him to get too flustered to give an actual reply.

[fifibobeefy]

so glad i'm not one of those bitches that cant stand lin manuel’s singing tbh /srs, why are half of them hamilton stans too, wdym u dont like the leads singing but still like the musical...

[fifibobeefy]

if hunter (from the owl house) was real i would chew on his ears, i would also chew on wirts ears, they’re so round and silly! wirt wirt wirt that’s such a silly lil name!! for such a silly lil guy! he’s so silly! hunter is so silly too, so silly!!! i would squish him if he was real, cause he’s so silly! okay i think that’s enough sillying for tonight

[fifibobeefy]

giggles while putting two dolls together and forcing them to reenact hamilton scenes

[fifibobeefy]

having “gotta start a new nation” and “gotta meet my son” in the same sentence is so silly!!! like, yeah those are totally on the same level of importance stinkalink! 

[fifibobeefy]

every single person i watch hamilton with falls asleep before the intermission and it’s so sad. please it can’t be THIS boring.

[fifibobeefy]

its now a scrawny 14 year old boy with long hair.

getting a new obsession is so silly cause like why did i go from an awkward teenage boy who likes poetry to a musical about a founding father

[fifibobeefy]

mike doesn’t say he loves el and you guys hate it, mike says he loves el and you guys still hate it. pls what did he do to you?

[fifibobeefy]

weird headcanon that wirt was a buzz-cut kid because his mom didn't like that he chews on his hair so she just... made him have short hair, but when he started chewing on his clothes she gave up

[fifibobeefy]

“It seemed funny to me that the sunset she saw from her patio and the one I saw from the back steps was the same one. Maybe the two different worlds we lived in weren't so different. We saw the same sunset.”

but make it pre-hollow mind huntlow. pls.