#finn wolfhard reader insert

[supercap2319]

"Come on, Y/N. You can tell us the truth. Big Bill here has a small wiener right?" Richie grinned.

It was the summer before their last year of school and during the time between defeating IT and letting Georgie go, Bill had gotten himself a boyfriend and he was welcomed by the Losers Club. Even Beverly, who would visit Derry in the summer, liked Y/N.

Of course, this doesn't mean he was safe from the lewd comments of trashmouth Tozier.

Y/N looks at Richie, who is currently huddled with Eddie underneath a tree by the water of the barrens. "It's a shame you think that. He's great in bed. I don't think I've seen anyone bigger than Bill packing downstairs and it's so hot hearing he stutter that he's going to cum."

For a moment, everyone just stares at them as Bill blushes hard. Eddie breaks the silence. "Bullshit! I call fucking bullshit!"

"Yeah, there's no way Billy's tapped any ass." Richie said.

"Well, he has. Big Bill's no longer a blushing virgin."

That just made Bill blush harder.

[l0vem00nlight]

CHRISTMAS SCENARIOS: DAY 2 ~ MILES FAIRCHILD

♥︎ Miles Fairchild With an S/O Who Loves Christmas Music ♥︎

Oh lord…when I say you OWN his radio and his guitar you OWN it.

He loves you to death but man it gets him annoyed when you constantly ask him to play a christmas song instrumental or switch the music into some Christmas jam.

It’s a bonus for when you start singing along with the jolly music, whether his playing the instrumental or not he best believed that your gonna sing your heart out. It doesn’t matter if you can or cant sing he’s gonna hear those vocals.

Kate is so done with this. But do you care? No not really.

Miles just sits on his bed and watches you do whatever as the awfully loud christmas music plays in the background of your singing. He tries to hide that smile of his but he just can’t.

Sometimes you would start dancing and you would pull him to come join you on your excitement. He doesn’t really dance but he just kinda lets you take some control even though all he’s really doing is just swaying around and not putting effort into his moves.

He finds it a tad bit annoying when you tower control over his personal music items but yet you don’t care. You will do a jolly breakdance in his face whether he likes it or not.

Flora joins in on the fun and starts to dance with you IN HIS ROOM. He couldn’t even take yall anymore nor did he even bother to stop you two for the sake of his little sister’s happiness and your joy.

Miles now understands how Kate feels when he has his damn music up way too loud for her liking. He can’t blame her—it’s so annoying having that christmas music blazing in his eardrums.

Even after you are done with your christmas spirit unraveling he can still hear Mariah Carey echoing in his eardrums.

Once you even compared his and yours relationship to the song named Sleigh Ride in the few parts of the song much to his dismay.

Miles loves you, okay? But when you’re just spamming those songs every single day it just cuts it for him. The thought and the memory of having to hear so many christmas songs in one setting is ridiculous to him and also having to watch you breakdance to the songs is already too much. When you finally settle down he is glad. He is glad that you finally calmed yourself and now he gets to listen to whatever he wants to listen to. He loves you a lot to the moon and back but maybe calm down on the songs and not spam them over and over and over again and start hitting the whip and nae nae in his room…? But haters gonna hate anyway and he’s sadly one of them.

Again, he loves you so much but…come on. Just please lower it to a minimum.

I’m gonna add more than just some music because this is way too short-

During when you weren’t spamming christmas music you two are out building a snowman. It is really funny due to the fact that Miles was struggling to make the balls for the snowman. You did two and he did the smallest one which was the head because it wasn’t going too well for him and it was too cold for all that.

You two made Kate drive into town to get a carrot.

Snowball fights are like war. But Miles could’ve sworn that you at least put some rocks in your snowballs cause those should not hurt like that-

Miles could tell that you are competitive over snowball. Absolutely no reason as to why you ripped the snowman’s head off and threw it at him, carrot nose and pebbles and even the hat all came his direction. It was so foul…cause like damn..

You two have hot chocolate together and relax. This is probably his favorite time. Despite the christmas music playing quietly in the background it’s fine.

Other than that, he enjoys the holidays with you. As much as he dislikes the fact that you spam christmas music he enjoys seeing you all happy and dancing and it brings a smile to his face. When he sees you smiling all big like that he just can’t seem to stop the smile forming on his face as much as he tries to show his displeasure. To spend the Holidays with someone as happy and jolly as you can be tiring but also very nice as well and he hopes to encounter this every year during christmas…not the music though.

[tennyzark]

Finn Wolfhard X Male Reader (Leitor)

Relacionamento Secreto

Eu me aproximo do celular e sorrio, animado por conseguir fazer aquela Live. Estava pedindo muito ao meu chefe para isso.

— Qual será a próxima pergunta?

Olho alguns comentários na tela do celular e leio um bem curioso, na minha opinião.

"Você e o Finn Wolfhard estão namorando?"

Faço uma cara de surpresa ao ler esse comentário.

— Olha, essa pergunta foi interessante… — Sorrio. — Na verdade, não estamos. Vi que algumas pessoas comentaram que nós tivemos muita química fazendo nossos papéis em "O Último Verão Sem Você". Mas a verdade é que somos apenas bons amigos.

Respondo o comentário com tranquilidade e me aproximo do celular, voltando a ler alguns comentários. Uma porção de pessoas estava perguntando sobre trabalhos futuros, outros estavam fazendo perguntas sobre quem eu mais gostava de contracenar e vejo alguns apenas me elogiando.

Durante minha leitura de alguns comentários, recebo uma mensagem do garoto anteriormente mencionado. Nem precisei abrir a conversa, pois a notificação pulou na tela.

"O que você quer dizer com "apenas bons amigos"?

Rio da mensagem e observo outros comentários.

— Bom pessoal, acho que tem alguns comentários meio exaltados, eu só queria isso deixar isso claro. — Rio novamente, me divertindo com a reação das pessoas. — Espero que os fãs do filme não deixem de ter todo esse carinho por Nick e Dalton, estudamos muito para fazer esses personagens ficarem realistas.

Me afasto do celular e pego uma almofada. Quando volto para frente da câmera, vejo um comentário icônico.

“Estudaram muito? Então vocês se pegaram?”

Dou uma risada tão alta que até senti minha barriga doer instantaneamente. Me jogo sobre a cama.

— GENTE… — Arregalo meus olhos e me sento novamente. — Não era isso que eu quis dizer… Aí meu Deus… — Tento me recuperar das sessões de risada. — “Estudarmos muito” no sentido de termos visto muitos filmes de romance, eu li ‘Heartstopper’, foi daí que eu tirei a inspiração de um romance calmo e adolescente. Eu não quis dizer que nós pegamos…

Faço um rápido biquinho e vejo alguns comentários rindo da situação. Outros falando que queriam um segundo filme com nós no elenco.

Passados alguns segundos, outra mensagem chega no meu celular.

“Acho bom você parar com essa Live. Um deslize e você vai ta falando a frente e verso do seu cartão de crédito. Tô indo aí, não desliga a live”

Solto uma pequena risada com a mensagem, mas meio que concordo.

— Pessoal, acho que vocês vão enlouquecer, o Finn tá vindo aqui.

Chego perto do celular para ver as mensagens dos fãs.

~❊~

Escuto minha campainha tocar. Olho pro celular, dou um sorriso e me levanto. Pego meu celular, já olhando alguns comentários surtando.

Vou andando pela casa, já com um sorriso marcando minha feição. Chego perto da porta principal e encosto meu rosto nela.

— Quem é?

Solto uma risada, tentando escutar alguma reação do outro lado da porta.

— O seu bom amigo.

Rio mais uma vez e começo a destrancar a porta. Dou uma olhada rápida nos comentários, algumas pessoas estão surtando, algo que não é surpreendente.

Finalmente abro a porta, vendo ele com um gorro na cabeça, fazia sentido, estava fazendo um pouco de frio. Analiso mais as suas vestimentas, ele veste uma blusa branca com listras pretas e está com uma jeans, acredito que de última hora ele jogou a jaqueta de couro por cima. Olho o pescoço dele, vendo alguns chupões meio fracos e o meu colar que eu tinha esquecido na casa dele.

Noto que ele está carregando duas sacolas, com coisas que eu não consegui ver. Rapidamente dou um espaço para ele passar. Ele entra em casa e eu fecho a porta, me viro para ele, que põe as sacolas sobre a mesa da cozinha.

— Oi, galera. — Ele gruda na minha lateral.

“Meu Deus oq ta acontecendo?”

“que chupão é esse ?”

Rio com os comentários, me guiando pela casa. Aposto que era isso que ele queria, pois vejo um sorriso surgir no rosto dele. Antes de responder esse último comentário, ele joga um olhar para mim.

— Não se preocupem, esse chupão foi apenas um mosquito, eu acabei coçando demais e ficou assim. Acho que vou ter que passar uma pomada.

Rimos juntos e entramos no quarto, ele tenta sentar na cama, mas eu puxo ele.

— Você não vai sentar na minha cama com roupa suja da rua.

Ele rola os olhos e passa por mim.

— Você e suas manias estranhas.

— Você sabe que é apenas higiene.

Ele ri e pega uma toalha. Vejo ele entrar no banheiro, eu me deito na cama e jogo o edredom sobre mim.

“Mds vcs brigam igual a um casal”

Rio do comentário e tiro um print, a fim de mostrar para o Finn depois.

— Coisa demais pra explicar. Isso fica na imaginação de vocês. — Balanço minha cabeça na frente do celular.

~❊~

Desligo a live, soltando um longo suspiro logo em seguida. Passaram-se alguns minutos e o Finn já estava vestido.

— O que você trouxe naquelas sacolas?

Vejo o garoto ao meu lado se sentar, ele ajeita o colar no pescoço e se vira para mim.

— Eu trouxe uns docinhos. Meu plano inicial era te entupir de doce até você parar de falar.

Coloco meu celular sobre a mesa de canto e rimos juntos. Ele se levanta e eu faço o mesmo.

— Quer assistir um filme comendo esses doces? — Olho pela janela, vendo que já estava bem escuro. — E quem sabe até dormir aqui.

Fico em silêncio por alguns segundos, apenas analisando a cidade sendo iluminada pelas luzes. Escuto Finn se mover pelo quarto.

— Quando vamos assumir o nosso namoro?

Eu pergunto, me arrependendo logo em seguida. pra que ter perguntado isso logo em um momento onde nada de ruim está acontecendo.

— Já fizemos isso. — Se vira pra mim. Vejo suas sobrancelhas franzidas.

Minhas sobrancelhas se contraem e eu viro minha cabeça, igual a um cachorro confuso. NUNCA fizemos isso. O mais próximo de um relacionamento real para o público são as fanfics que alguns fãs fazem.

Eu nego com a cabeça, já soltando uma risada nasalada. Isso foi uma forma de dizer que nunca vamos assumir?

— Como não? Eu pensei que chegar aqui com um chupão marcado no meu pescoço e usando seu colar já era o suficiente pra eles entenderem.

— Finn… — Me sento na cama, começo a rir. — Eu acho que isso só vai aumentar o número de rumores e teorias. Eu tô falando de realmente assumir isso com todas as palavras.

Ele fica parado por alguns segundos. Eu já ia perguntar se tá tudo bem com ele, mas ele puxa o celular do bolso e tira uma selfie segurando o colar. Não consigo ver o que ele tá fazendo, mas aposto que é uma loucura.

— O que você tá fazendo amor?

Me levanto, mas ele estende a mão em um “pare” e continua a mexer no celular. Cruzo meus braços com um sorriso no rosto.

Escuto meu celular vibrar na mesinha. Ele sorri e aponta pro celular, me deixando bem confuso.

— Você sabe que pode falar, né? — Digo andando até o celular.

Viro a tela e desbloqueio o aparelho. Puxo as notificações e vejo um post do Finn no Instagram. Olho pra ele, que apenas sorri e joga o próprio celular sobre a cama.

Clico na notificação. Vejo a foto que ele acabou de tirar, escaneiei toda a foto, mas não há nada demais. Meus olhos se arregalaram assim que eu vejo o que estava escrito.

“olha o presente que meu namorado deixou na minha casa. @therealsn_03”

Rio desacreditado, leio de novo, quero ter certeza se isso é o que eu estou vendo.

— Mandei bem, não foi?

Ele me abraça por trás e beija minha nuca. Concordo com a cabeça, rindo bem alto. Me virei e abracei ele.

— Obrigado por fazer isso por mim. Isso é muito especial, eu te amo.

— Também te amo, bebê.

Ele me tira do chão por alguns segundos, me fazendo rir. Ele me coloca no chão e se afasta um pouco.

— Você pode escolher o filme.

Ele sai do quarto, me deixando com um sorriso bobo. Me jogo na cama, e já ligo a TV.

[paradiseismine]

Good Morning - Boris Pavlikovsky x reader

Pairing: Boris Pavlikovsky (The Goldfinch) x f!reader

Summary: you wake up to Boris spooning you and wanting to give you both a very good morning.

Warnings: just plain smut, very little plot lol, some daddy kink, occasional pet names in polish, also broken English Boris ‘cause that’s really hot (sorry I don’t make the rules, file your complaint with either Donna Tartt or Finn Wolfhard please).

The very first feeling you remember having was comfort. It could have been from his nice duvet, or his bed as a whole, or the heat provided by his room and its nearly permanently shut door - it could be as simple as that. You were soon reminded, however, that the comfort came from his lanky arms as they serenely tightened their grip around your waist, denouncing his sudden awakening as his breath on your neck also gained a new rhythm.

Then, you felt it - slowly, delicately, gently burning its way up your neck - arousal. Boris had lifted up the soft curtain of your hair out of his favorite garden of skin on your body, and was now planting wet kisses on it, inhaling your scent like a line of cocaine.

You let out a shy moan, your body quivering at his touch, eyes squeezing shut with pleasure. Boris kept trailing his kisses down your neck until they reached the collar of your t-shirt - that was the end of the line for his lips, but not for his hands.

He untangled his arms from your torso slightly, inserting his right hand underneath the fabric of the only garment on your body. You squirmed in response, adjusting your hips into his, feeling his throbbing erection on your ass, only his thin underwear separating his length from your core, now beginning to moisten. He reached up towards the delicate curve of your breasts, thumbing your stiff nipples mercilessly, causing a higher-pitched moan to roll off your tongue.

“Good morning, kochanie” he whispered, lips lightly grazing your ear as he spoke, causing you to shiver with the touch. Boris chuckled softly and nibbled on your earlobe, knowing perfectly well the effects of hitting that sweet spot of yours.

“Good morning, daddy” you answered, having mentally entered the sexual space of your relationship already. He grabbed your waist firmly in return, a satisfied grin playing across his lips. Little did he know, you were feeling just as lustful as he was. Maybe even more, as you articulated your next phrase with the sluttiest tone you could possibly think of. “Would you like to start your day with a good fuck to my pussy, sir?”

“Yes, love, would like that very much” he replied, his devilish grin practically audible. “Be good girl for daddy and take off that shirt, yes?”

You obeyed instantly as he let go of your sides, pushing the thin fabric up and off your body, before tossing it carelessly into the ground. You then returned to your previous position, grinding your ass back into your boyfriend’s hardened cock.

His fingers traced your waistline and the curve of your breasts gently, savoring the softness of your skin, the warmth of his digits sending another moan to your lips.

Soon, his right hand reached down, agonizingly slowly, as he wanted to tease you to the point of madness - he absolutely loved to have you squirming and moaning in his arms. Boris’ soft fingertips found their way in between your thighs, moistening themselves in your arousal before reaching for your clit with care, tracing tender circles into your already aching, dripping core.

“I love that you don’t sleep wearing panties” he confessed, teeth pulling gently at your earlobe once again. “So easy to touch you like this”

You moaned in response, arching your body into his hand, wanting more of his touch. His lips found your back and peppered it in delicate kisses, whilst his fingers kept playing with your needy pussy. Your moans got more frequent and a bit louder as your orgasm approached, but you wanted more of him.

“Daddy” you called, your voice faint and moan-like. “Please, can I cum with your cock inside of me?”

“My little girl wants to cum with daddy’s cock inside her little pink pussy, yes?” he asked, teeth sinking hard into the side of your neck as his fingers played with your slick arousal. “That sounds perfect, moje serce”

You could feel him distance himself from your back slightly as he lowered his boxers and let his erection free from its tight confinement. His hands positioned your hips at a better angle so he could slither into your drenched hole, as he teased your entrance with his cock’s tip already drooling with precum.

“Daddy” you begged, impatiently. “Please, I want to cum so bad…”

Boris inserted himself eagerly into your soaked pussy, moaning at the sensation. You were so wet, so warm, so inviting. He thrusted softly whilst his fingers resumed their work on your clit. His digits were slipping at how wet you were, your moans increasing as the delicate circles he traced got more and more precise.

Your back arched against his body and your mouth opened in a louder moan, your cunt clenching involuntarily around his thick girth as you came on his cock. He gasped and kept thrusting as the muscles of your core clamped around him, his whimpers and moans a lot more evident now.

“Please, kochanie” he pleaded, his voice slurring with lust. “Ah, please, let cum in the pussy, need to cum inside”

“Yes” you moaned in response, your juices running down your thighs, making splashy sounds whenever Boris thrusted into you. “Please, daddy, cum inside my pussy”

He growled lowly at your nape, his right hand harshly grabbing your ass as he pounded into your soaked core faster and faster.

“Ah, yes” you heard him moan, his whole body squirming as he reached his mercurial high. Soon, you felt your insides being irresistibly filled with his hot seed, so hot it sent a maddening shiver down your spine. “Feel so good to cum in the pussy, so tight, love”

“I love it when you cum inside me, daddy” you panted, feeling dizzy with desire. His cum was already slowly leaking out your pussy, so thick and abundant it couldn’t possibly be held inside. You loved the feeling of his cum leaking from your pussy. It was, indeed, a very good morning now.

[dyhlanobrien]

Thief! Mike Wheeler x Y/N One-Shot

pairing: mike wheeler x fem!reader

summary: SAT day and all Mike wants is to wear his lucky flannel. 

warnings: Fluff, pure fluff

Mike rolled over, slamming his hand down on his alarm. He then rolled back over, burying his head under the blankets. He was not ready for it to be morning. He had stayed up late, first studying at Y/N’s for the SAT’s, then coming home and studying some more. He really wanted to do well on this. After laying there for another 5 minutes, his alarm went off again. He turned it off, crawling out of bed. 

He then made his way to the bathroom, taking as cold a shower as he could stand. Once he was out, he wrapped a towel around his waist and wiped the fog off the bathroom mirror. 

“You are going to nail this test. You are going to make it your bitch. You’ve been studying your ass off for weeks. You studied it all night last night, with no interruptions. Not even stopping to make out with your incredibly hot girlfriend. You deserve to ace the test after that.”

He brushed his teeth, put some stuff in his hair, and walked back into his room. He grabbed his lucky boxers out of his dresser, Star Wars themed, and then pulled on a pair of dark jeans. He then made his way to his closet. He grabbed out a plain white tee and pulled it on, then started to look for his lucky shirt. It was a flannel that Y/N had gotten him for Christmas after they had started dating. He had been wearing it when he told her he loved her for the first time, and she had said it back. It had to be lucky. He had worn it on a couple of different occasions and good things always happened. 

When he didn’t find it hanging up, he went and looked in his drawers, thinking maybe he had put it there by accident. Didn’t show up there, so he went to the laundry room. He was pretty sure he remembered washing it, but maybe he was wrong. He went through all the laundry, looked in the washer and dryer, but couldn’t find it anywhere. He then searched the living room and as a last resort, his parent’s room. Nothing. He went back to his room, pulling out a different flannel, hoping that this wasn’t a sign of the day ahead. 

Once he was dressed, he made his way down to the kitchen. He went to grab a package of pop tarts, only to find that they were all gone. Fucking Holly. Throwing the box in the trash, he grabbed a box of cereal and a bowl. He poured the cereal in, then went to grab the milk jug. Only to find it was basically empty as well, not even enough to bother with his cereal. He threw the milk jug away, writing a note for his mom to find when she got home. Giving up on finding some food, he poured himself a cup of juice and sat down at the counter, pulling out his phone and texting Y/N.

Mike – Mom hasn’t grocery shopped. Starving. Can’t find shirt. Bad morning. Can I pick you up? 

Y/N – Sorry Wheeler. Already on my way to the school with Elle. Meet you there? 

Mike – Yeah, sounds good. Love you

Y/N – Love you too babe. See you soon.

Mike stood up, shoving his phone into his pocket. He grabbed the study pack that Y/N had made for all their friends, 3 pencils, 2 big erasers, a mini notebook, gum, and 2 mini snickers inside a zipper bag. They were all color coordinated to the person's favorite color, so his was all in blue, and had their favorite snack inside. She had wanted everyone to have everything they might need, that way they weren’t stressed about small things before the test. She was just thoughtful that way. 

He grabbed his keys and made his way to the car, driving to the college where the test was being held. He pulled into the parking lot, looking for Elle or Y/N’s car. He didn’t see either, so he made his way into the building. Walking in, he saw Lucas and Max standing off to the side. 

“What’s up,” he said, clapping Lucas on the shoulders. 

“Where is your girlfriend? We were supposed to go over grammar again before the test started,” Max said. 

Lucas rolled his eyes, “Don’t take the attitude personally. She’s just stressed about the test and taking it out on everyone else.” 

Max gave Lucas a look, telling him to shut up. He gave her a look, basically telling her to prove him wrong. Mike watched the two with their silent communication, finally turning away to watch the door. After about 5 minutes, he saw Dustin walk in, holding the door open for Elle & Y/N. Mike felt his jaw drop. That little thief. 

Y/N walked in, wearing the flannel that Mike had been looking for all morning. She had on a pair of frayed shorts, a white bralette, and his flannel half buttoned and knotted to leave a bit of her stomach exposed. He watched as she scanned the room, looking for their group. Dustin saw them first, grabbing Y/N’s belt loop and steering her back towards them. When she saw Mike, and his slack jaw, her face turned into one big smile. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she made her way over to him, a brown paper sack and Starbucks cup in the other. 

“Wheeler! I brought you breakfast. Sausage muffin with egg, your favorite,” she said, holding the bag out to him. 

“You lied to me,” he said, hooking a finger through the knotted shirt and pulling the girl flush to him. 

She smiled, “Maybe.” 

“I searched the entire house for like an hour,” he said, leaning down to gently place his lips against hers. They pulled apart, just enough to where their noses were still touching, but that they could talk.

“Well, I wanted to wear this today. I’ve been saving it for 2 weeks, just so I could wear it today.” 

“Why would you do that?” 

“Because, it’s my good luck charm silly,” she said, stepping back and holding his food out to him.

“Your lucky charm? No, it’s my good luck charm,” he said, pulling his sandwich out of the bag. 

“No, it’s mine. You were wearing it the day you told me you loved me for the first time, the time that Troy tripped over my backpack, and that time that the lunch lady gave me extra cheesy broccoli,” she said, stepping back into his space, but off to his side so he could still eat. She wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head on his chest. “You were wearing it that day, you talked us out of detention when we got caught making out in the hallways. You were wearing it that first time you stayed the night. And the last time you wore it, I got all my practice questions right. It’s my lucky shirt.” 

Mike smiled down at her, thinking of all the times she had just mentioned and how he had thought that those were only things he had found lucky happenings. Maybe it wasn’t the shirt. Maybe, just maybe she was his and he was her lucky charm. He throws his food wrapper into the trash, and wraps his arms around the girl's shoulders. He leaned down, nuzzling his nose in her neck, breathing in the scent that was her. 

They heard a throat being cleared, and thinking it was directed at them, separated, only to find that it was being directed at Lucas and Max. They were making out against the wall, each one fighting for control, and it was really hard to tell who was winning. 

“Hey, we need to go check in guys. Everybody got their ID’s,” Y/N asked, playing mother hen to the group of friends. 

“Where's Will," Elle asked.

“Will is here somewhere,” Y/N said, checking her phone. The group of six made their way to the check in table, getting in line. Y/N was standing behind Dustin, when she felt someone tap her shoulder.  She turned to find Will smiling down at her. She smiled, giving a hug. When she turned back around, she saw that Dustin had bumped into the girl in front of him. Being the nosey friend that she was, she stepped forward to hear what they were saying. 

“I’m so sorry. My friends were in a rush to get into line. Are you okay,” Dustin asked the petite girl in front of him. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. No harm done, see,” she asked, spinning in a small circle. 

Dustin smiled at her, sticking his hand out, “I’m Dustin.” 

The girl returned the smile, and the hand, “Suzie. Suzie Bingham.” 

The girl turned around, hearing that it was her turn. Y/N stepped up beside Dustin, gently elbowing him. She gave him a smile, then leaned in close. “Better get her number, before she gets away.” She stepped back to stand with Will and Mike, Mike wrapping his arm around her shoulder and pulling her in close. He placed a kiss on her head, continuing his conversation with Will. Y/N smiled, watching as Dustin stopped Suzie before she walked off, and they exchanged numbers. 

Once the test was done and they were allowed to leave, Y/N and Mike made their way to her house. They were both exhausted and just wanted to take a nap. Thankfully, her house would be empty and quiet and they could do just that. 

When they got in the house, they went directly to her room. Both walked in, kicking off their shoes. Mike removed his flannel, as did Y/N. She handed the one she had on to Mike, “Will you hang these both up in the closet so they don’t get wrinkled please?” 

He shook his head, going into the closet. He made his way over to where he knew she would want them hung, as he had sat in here many times while she put clothes away, and grabbed two hangers. He put the one she had worn up, then started to hang the one he had worn. As he was walking out, something caught his eye. He saw a hoodie of his hung up in there. Then he saw another one, and then a sweater he had only worn once that he could remember. 

“Y/N, come here.” 

She made her way in, just in boy-cut panties and her white bralette now, pulling her hair into a ponytail as she entered. “Yeah?” 

He pulled the hanger with his hoodie on it off the rack, holding it up to her. “Is this mine?” 

She smiled, “You know it is.” 

“And the rest of this?” 

“You forget stuff here, a lot. It almost seems like you’re doing it on purpose.” 

“Why don’t you return it?” 

“Because, I like having your stuff here.” 

“Really?” 

“Of course. When you’re not here, it’s almost like you are. I sleep in one of your shirts or a hoodie, every night.” 

Mike smiled, putting the hoodie back on the rack. “Do you have anything else of mine?” 

“Hmm, I think I have a ChapStick, a couple of books, and a hat or two. Those, I plan to give back. I would rather see you in them, then have them sitting in my closet.” 

He walked closer to her, “You like me in hats?”

Seeing the lusty look in his eyes, she started to walk out of the closet backwards, “Yes, you look very hot in your hats. You should really wear them more often, Wheeler.” 

They exited the closet, and as they neared the bed, Mike tackled her. She landed on the bed on her back, Mike on top of her, caging her with his arms. He made sure not to put too much weight down on her, not wanting to hurt her.  

“You’re my good luck charm,” he said to her. 

She smiled up at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I love you Mike.” 

He leaned down, brushing his lips against hers, “I love you too Y/N.” 

[peterpparkrr]

Celebrity Masterlist

Tom Holland

Trust Fund Baby

Finn Wolfhard

Social Media AU (Dating)

peterpparkr’s Masterlist

[spurrs]

dating finn wolfhard would include (wholesome, ok)

look. finn wolfhard is a holiday man.

hear me out, ok? he's like a child every holiday season and it's absolutely adorable

it's a requirement (his words) for u both to dress up every halloween, preferably something clever and witty and he spends so much time making sure everything's perfect

"what do u mean we're too old to go trick or treating?"

in the end, no one really gets his old school references, but it's adorable and u love him even more for it

christmas. wow. christmas is even better

the both of u are always in charge of christmas tree decorating every year, so when the yuletide season comes u spend hours wheeling around target looking for the craziest things to pin around the house

it's a tradition for the both of u to search for the ugliest christmas sweater u can find and gift it to each other

cuddling with him on christmas morning with ur ugly sweaters and fuzzy socks on, and fisting your fingers through his messy hair

ok. finn wolfhard loves his hair, man

he won't let anyone touch it

well, except u

curling up with him on the couch after a long day and running your fingers through those curly locks of his

his head is on ur chest, one earbud in both your ears, and you're drumming your fingers to the beat of the mac demarco song u're listening to

u personally don't even listen to mac demarco

but you're y/n, and he's forgiven you for your "poor artistic preferences"

"BIG TIME RUSH'S BOYFRIEND IS A BOP, OK FINN A BOP"

finn is always so proud of u, even when it makes absolutely no sense

"you see that? u see that? that's my girl"

he will literally call u my girl every chance he gets

even if all u did was pass the homework on time

he loves showing u off to his friends

he lives for it

for him it's like showing off some flashy car that he knows no one else can have, because u're all his

although he knows u're worth so much more than any flashy car

lap sitting and piggy back rides

you stealing his hoodies and beanies and wearing them to school the next day

and then "accidentally" forgetting to give them back so u can cuddle into them at night

he doesn't mind, because when he gets them back they smell like u and his heart melts

when he leaves for all his movie shoots u take some time off from school, only a couple days at a time, just to visit him on set

your mom comes with you- she loves finn so much too and is incredibly supportive

u think she almost loves finn more than u do

he parades u around set, showing u off to all his friends and castmates in LA and you can't help but feel so, so proud of him

he's come such a long way and your heart melts thinking about it

after shooting he takes u around, and u grab milkshakes and hotdogs and watch the sunrise with him

his parents love you so much- too much, finn argues- that everytime u're over they fuss over u so much finn has to take u away

"they're in love with u," he explains,

"and they're not the only ones."

finn wolfhard is very into PDA

but entirely wholesome PDA

usually it's just his pinky looped with yours or his hands wrapped around you when he hugs you from behind

finn likes kissing you on the cheek. a lot.

he does it everywhere

but forehead kisses are your personal favorite

basically u guys are so attached to the hip

u were best friends before u were ever an item, and that helped a lot of it— childhood sweethearts, almost

ur parents are kinda worried u're too invested in each other at such a young age, but u've always been each other's strength and it was never anything but

everyone envies ur relationship. you guys are the definition of relationship goals, and not even his fans (who would normally claw at anyone who would dare touch their beloved finny) could say anything against it

finn wolfhard would be the cutest boyfriend ever. nuff said. watta mufinn. your mu—finn. (;

gif source: https://totaltozier.tumblr.com

[chezzywezzy]

Yandere Miles Fairchild (4/4)

Word count ; 4.5k

*Edited:3

I stirred, feeling warm as I pressed against Miles. I had never felt such strong, good emotions at the same time of such bad emotions. I felt somewhat guilty and regretful, but at the same time, it was the best night of my life. It was a rollercoaster. And now, waking up, that rollercoaster had finally come to a stop. I was completely winded, but in a pleasant way.

I nuzzled against his bare chest, eyes flitting upward to meet his peaceful, sleeping face. His hair was messier than usual, and some strands were stuck to his pale cheeks. His long eyelashes were shut firmly, and his lips looked dry from a good night’s rest. 

I sat up slightly, despite how tightly his arm was wound around my chest. My body felt cold as it separated from him, and I felt rather embarrassed from the state we were in, even if Miles looked adorable. If Mrs. Grose found out… 

Well, I shouldn’t think about it right now. I grabbed Miles arm and slid it off me so he was hugging his own waist instead. I sat up straight, holding the blanket to my bare chest. I gulped down the rising embarrassment, glancing around the bedroom. Strewn on the floor was our slightly damp clothes, and some dirt was trailing from the doorway. The bed was messier than usual and the lamp was still turned on, so I clicked it off.

I kicked my legs off the side of the bed, releasing a breath that was caught in my throat. My heart felt oddly tender, despite last night’s events. My gaze always returned to the sleeping boy, and I couldn’t help but think back to last night’s events.

“Calm down, Y/n! Just —"

“How fucking dare you tell me to calm down!” I shrieked, trying to push Miles away. He was holding my shoulders to the rocky shore, appearing to be very distressed. Despite his frail-seeming form, he was strong. He was straddling me to the ground while I flailed beneath him, gritting my teeth.

“It’s fine. Just breathe, Y/n. Please,” he pleaded, and I reluctantly sucked in my words. Miles had veins popping out of his lower arms, His chest was heaving and he did not look happy. “Listen, I know what it looks like. But everyone knows what that bastard did. He deserved it —!”

“That doesn’t mean you can let Mrs. Grose get away with it!” I retorted furiously, trying shove him away again. “We have to call the police —"

“Mrs. Grose didn’t do it,” he seethed, leering over me venomously. “She doesn’t have the pluck to do what’s necessary. I love you, Y/n. I relished the opportunity to strangle the life out of him. That asshole deserves to burn in hell.”

I fell silent, my knuckles growing paler from how hard I was clenching my fists. My mouth grew dry and it was like my worst nightmare had become true.

I always thought Peter Quint had made a run for it to avoid the cops. His disappearance was abrupt. And yet, everyone around me, minus Flora, acted like he deserved it. And I always found that odd, because he was a criminal. He didn’t deserve to get away.

It turns out that he didn’t. And Miles… had the hands and face of a murderer.

My mind went completely blank. I hated Quint with every fiber of my being because he hurt me and made me hate myself. And yet, he was a human being. I would’ve preferred he had just rotted in jail. And what would I do with Miles? I didn’t know what to feel —

Miles had inched closer to my face, and I could see the disparity in his eyes. Was I a bad person for still liking him? Was a murder really enough to convince me of him being a terrible person? I wanted so desperately to hate his guts, and yet I couldn’t. I was almost grateful for what he did.

“I love you, Y/n,” Miles whispered fervently. “Please… understand that.”

I gulped again, staring into his dark eyes. His grip on my shoulders loosened, and I propped myself up on my elbows slightly. My heart was beating erratically in my chest, but seemingly for a different reason now. Subconsciously, my tongue rolled over my bottom lip, causing the man to glance momentarily.

All of his anger dissolved, and his Adam’s apple bobbed. And just like that, he closed the gap, pressing his lips to mine. With one arm, I wrapped around his neck, and with the other, I pushed myself closer to him. One of his arms weaved around my waist and he pulled me into a sitting position, deepening the kiss. 

Miles suddenly pulled away, eyes half-lidded and prying for more. I couldn’t help but melt under his loving gaze. 

“We should get back home,” he stated, his voice hushed.

An unfamiliar feeling blossomed in my stomach and I found myself nodding, not breaking eye contact.

I blinked, just now noticing that Miles had turned on his side and was feeling beside him. His brows furrowed and his eyes finally fluttered open. He tugged on the blanket, forcing me to release a part of it. It made me feel a little more exposed, much to my shame. 

Miles finally flitted his eyes open, and a tired grin braced his lips. “Good morning, Y/n.”

“Good morning, Miles,” I tittered. “You might want to get yourself back into your own room. I mean, Mrs. Grose could come in any moment and chew my ear off —"

“Stop worrying about that old hag. I’m the boss around here. If she really bothers you that much, I’ll just fire her —"

Miles sat up instantly and wrapped himself behind me, arms tightly wound around my waist. He propped his head on my shoulder, his hair tickling my cheek. I couldn’t help but lean into him, although I made sure to keep a tight hold on the blanket.

“Jesus Christ, Miles, you can’t do that,” I exclaimed, nudging him with my shoulder. “Now, scram, Miles. As… lovely as this is, I have to get to work.”

Miles growled under his breath, pulling me back into his chest. “Not on my watch,” he muttered, peppering a few kisses across the nape of my neck. As much as I appreciated the affection, I also didn’t want our newfound… relationship… getting in the way of my job. Miles may see it differently because he was a spoiled and wealthy, but I still had to earn my keep for the sake of my sanity.

I finally detached his arms, letting the blanket fall, although I used my hands as a shield. I could feel Miles staring me down excitedly, but I tried to ignore that. I dashed over to the piles of strewn clothes and tossed all but Miles into my laundry basket before sifting through my dresser. I pulled out the maid outfit, hearing Miles roll back into bed, much to my chagrin. 

I looked myself over in the mirror, adjusting my outfit. I dolled myself up in the mirror, trying to clear my head. Mrs. Grose was an observant woman, so if even one behavior of mine was absent, and Miles was parading like a king, she’d know something was up. As much as she was like a mentor, she was much more a boss, and she could be terrifying when reprimanding me.

I finally exited the bathroom, seeing that Miles had fallen asleep again. I wanted to convince him to sleep in his own bed, but I knew that when the man made up his mind about something, there was no changing it. I could only hope that Mrs. Grose didn’t question his… unruly appearance if she so happened to check to wake him up.

When I was about to leave the room, I heard Miles mutter my name, and he rolled closer to the side. I withheld a worried sigh, stepping over to him. His thin hand reached out and grabbed my puffy skirt. I placed my hand on his, and he fluttered his gorgeous eyes at me.

“Are you really choosing to work, Y/n?”

“Seeing as this place would be a mess without me, yes,” I chuckled. “Just let me do your job, okay?”

Miles groaned loudly, grabbing my skirt tighter. “At least give me a kiss before you go. You’re my girlfriend.”

“Ah,” I hummed playfully. “Thanks for asking first.” 

I crouched down, and he finally released me, a knowing smirk playing at his lips. I stroked his cheek affectionately before giving him a quick kiss. He leaned into it expectantly, but let out a frustrated growl when I pulled away almost instantly. Smugly, I bid him one more good morning before rushing off for my morning chores.

~~~

“My only regret is not seeing you grow up.”

“The Fairchilds are your new family. They will take great care of you.”

“I love you and always will.”

Some days, my mom’s dying words from when I made my last visit to the hospital echoed in my head. I could still hear her voice when I needed it most. Even when her head was bald, her skin was frail and thin, and she could barely stay awake, her voice was light and positive. The cancer could never take that away from her.

So, I always rehearsed what she said on off days. But the past few weeks have been getting progressively worse. I had caught some sort of illness, and I dreaded the possibilities because I couldn’t help but think…

No. We only did it once.

Once again, I was rudely woken up by my twisting and turning stomach. I dashed over to the bathroom and threw the toilet seat up, retching violently. At first, nothing came out, but after a few minutes, out can chunks of last night’s dinner. It splattered against the side.

A few minutes of vomiting later, my stomach finally settled, although a dull ache still resided. I let out a quiet sob. All of the signs pointed to the inevitable, but I didn’t want to believe it.

My period was late. This was akin to morning sickness. I was constantly peeing and constantly tired. I could barely complete my daily chores like I used to.

Maybe it was the stomach flu, though. So thank god Mrs. Grose, with all of her suspicions, called a private doctor in to visit later this morning.

I heard my bedroom door open just as I rose to my wobbling feet and flushed the toilet. I assumed Miles had entered. He’d been waking up early and being more attentive ever since I caught this mysterious illness. He already brought up the idea of pregnancy. - and was oddly excited by the prospect - but I shot him down every time. It was possible, but not like, possible possible.

I rinsed my mouth out and did my morning routine. I used a hot towel for my stomach, tucking it neatly into my pajamas, before exiting the bathroom. Lo and behold, Miles was there, sitting at the edge of my bed with his legs crossed. He was in his usual morning attire, meaning loose pajama bottoms and no shirt. Usually he would be groggy, but it was like he was getting used to waking up at a decent time.

“Again?” he questioned with a quirked brow, eyeing my stomach.

I tensed, not meeting his intensely serious gaze. “It’s… just the stomach flu. There’s no way that happened.”

A ghost of a smirk tugged at his cheeks. “Yes way, actually. All it takes is one time —"

My nonexistent temper suddenly flared, and I clenched my fists. “Shut up, Miles! It’s not possible. I told you you should’ve pulled out, or at the very minimum gone to town and bought some meds for the aftermath, but you’re the one who said it would be fine!”

Miles had a prominent frown on his face now, and sent me a stern glower. “I don’t get why you’d be so against it, anyways. It’s not like there’s a money problem —"

Anxious shivers rolled down my spine and I rubbed my forehead. “God, you’re not making my morning any better. Just get out. I don’t want to see you. Leave me alone. I’m already stressed as it is —!”

Miles suddenly rose to his feet, just as irritated. His face had grown red and he took a few steps toward me. “You don’t have to be! It’s obvious what’s going on here. It doesn’t take a genius. Are you that scared of having a future with me?”

I had so many things I wanted to say. But I knew how stubborn he was. He wouldn’t get it. As much as I wanted to believe it was a stomach flu, he was right. It was obvious. But god, I wish it wasn’t. I wish, instead of letting my emotions control me, I had been rational and prevented the situation in the first place. In fact, I shouldn’t like Miles at all. He killed someone. A bad someone, who I preferred dead, but someone none the less.

His words were enough to make guilt-stricken tears roll down my cheeks. I was angry, sad, and all that good stuff that negativity preyed on. I was stupid. I became stupid the minute I came here with my mom. Something was always going to happen between me and Miles, but clearly, nothing should’ve.

“Hey, I’m sorry, I just don’t get what the problem is —"

“Out!” I shrieked, pointing at the door. “Get out, you psycho! Leave me alone!”

Miles was visibly taken aback by my fury, and I was grateful when he stepped down from the fight. With his tail between his legs and but a glower in his eyes, he stalked out of my bedroom. That left me alone to theorize and worry until the doctor arrived, because at the very least, I didn’t have as much work to do.

I plopped onto the bed, readjusting the hot towel. I massaged my stomach with the cloth, feeling somewhat soothed. I lay back on the bed just as the bedroom door opened again. Instantly, I assumed it would be Miles, but instead, in came Flora with a tiny plate of leftovers.

“Y/n! Mrs. Grose told me to bring you breakfast,” she greeted eagerly, an adorable smile plastered to her face.

I lifted some pillows to support my back as I sat up, smiling gratefully. The girl was so innocent and sweet. Like my own little sister. “Thank you, Flora. That’s very kind of you.”

Flora giggled, handing me the plate. As I took it, she hopped onto the bed next to me. She kicked her feet in the air, her puffy pink dress bouncing on her lap. She looked at me expectantly as I fiddled with the pieces of toast before shoving one into my mouth. It tasted like toast. It was perfectly fine, although I craved something else.

“Big brother says you’re having a baby,” Flora suddenly spoke up. “Are you really? How does it work?”

My mouth went dry and I stopped chewing. I cleared my throat, replying,” Well, maybe I am. And how it works… It takes two people that really love each other —"

“Wow! I always knew Miles was in love with you. That’s so-o-o romantic,” she giggled. “It’s just like the stories mom used to read to me!”

I strained a smile. The child knew absolutely nothing about what really was going on in the household, and it was better that way. I watched as she excitedly ran off, leaving me to my lonesome. I finished my meal before setting it on my bedside table. My stomach aches had left me once more, but I preferred to wait for the doctor in peace.

Just as I was dozing off, my bedroom door suddenly swung open loudly. I jumped, being met with an unfamiliar, posh man and Mrs. Grose, who was incredibly unhappy. Miles also entered, leaning against the wall. I sat on the edge of my bed, legs kicked off. Anxiety consumed me as the doctor pulled a seat over and opened his kit.

“So, Miss Y/n, care to tell me what’s been bothering you?”

I exchanged glances with Miles. He was smug. I was terrified. I gulped, though, answering, "Well, I’ve been feeling sick every morning. I feel really tired when I do too much. I threw up again just today.”

The doctor nodded, sending me a wary glance. He clasped his hands together in his lap. “Miss Y/n, have you been sexually active?”

My heart dropped. Of course that was the first answer to run to. Everyone thought it, but it wasn’t true. It couldn’t be. Mrs. Grose was staring at me with such intensity that I was about to melt there on the spot. And yet, I had to say it. I just had to.

“Well —"

“Yes!” Miles suddenly spoke up eagerly. “I’m - she - we’re dating. We’re, like, in love.”

Oh. Oh no, honey. That was the wrong thing to say. Mrs. Grose’s expression went completely blank, but when she returned to the real world, she was pissed. It was as clear as day. If not for mortal limitations, she would be ablaze on the spot from her anger. My knuckles grew pale as I stared at Miles incredulously, to which he just shrugged knowingly.

The doctor cleared his throat, sifting through the awkwardness. “Well, then, Miss Y/n. I think you know where this is going.” He began searching through his bag before pulling out a thin stick. “So, what you need to do is urinate on it and then ash it off for sanitation. The results will come in in a few minutes.”

In shame, I snatched it from him. I was completely in autopilot mode as I marched to the bathroom and did as he said. I was quick to rush out, though, not wanting to see the results. Surprisingly, Miles stole it from Mrs. Grose, who stole it from the doctor, who stole it from me. As long as I couldn’t see it, that was fine by me, though.

The passing moments were deafening. At some point, Miles clambered onto the bed beside me. Flora had also dipped into the bedroom, bugging Mrs. Grose about what was going on, although she was quickly shewed away. Miles was staring at the stick with such excitement and hope, and I almost felt bad for being so scared. After all, here he was, overjoyed at the prospect and rubbing my legs and arms while waiting for the result.

Miles eyes widened. “Hey. What does this mean? Is this the result? It’s just lines. Doctor, what does it mean?” he exclaimed, shoving the stick at the doctor.

The doctor took one glance. “Two lines means that you are pregnant, Miss Y/n. Mrs. Grose, I’m sure you’d like to talk about procedures and medical care outside —"

“Yes,” Mrs. Grose boomed, hardly containing her anger. “Let’s talk. Outside.” 

Mrs. Grose was gone in a flash, and so was the doctor. That left me and Miles. He was seemingly bursting at the sees with happiness, but I… I didn’t know what to feel. My hands found themselves palming at my stomach absentmindedly.

“Y/n,” Miles called, placing his hand on my knee. “This is perfect.”

I grabbed his warm hand, squeezing it without care of hurting him, He let out a tense grunt, rearranging his hand. He pulled it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on it. My heart, which had seemingly stopped, began beating at his gentle affection. With blurry vision, I finally met his gaze. I furrowed my brows. 

He was staring at me with such unadulterated adoration. His eyes were not the one of violent teenager or a murderer. They were the eyes of Miles, a sweet man who had his faults, but still treated me like royalty.

“But…” I squeaked, my voice waiving with uncertainty, "I didn’t - I’m - we’re too young… I haven’t planned at all —"

“Shh,” he interrupted softly. “Y/n, I’ve dreamed of this happening my whole life. Life will be a breeze. We have the money, we have the love, we have the time —"

“I need to work. You need to work. Life isn’t this easy, Miles —"

“I know! I know it isn’t.. I’ll take over dad’s companies. It’s that simple. I’ll work from home and all that. Things’ll work out.”

I sighed, finally casting my gaze away. Miles was a stubborn guy. He always had been. And he looked so happy. I guess… I couldn’t really take it away from him. Things wouldn’t be that different anyways, would it? Just one extra kid running around the house and my relationship with Miles being far more intimate —

The bedroom door burst open, and in came Mrs. Grose. Her face was burning red and her fists were clenched. I didn’t even get the chance to mentally prepare myself as she slammed the door behind her.

“You terrible, terrible children! Miles, you are an adult with responsibilities who doesn’t have time for being irresponsible. And you, Y/n. I cannot stress my disappointment. You have lived in the Fairchild household rent free your entire life, and yet you still intend to shun your duties and use your boss for money! As far as I’m concerned, you’re done. Pack your things —"

“How fucking dare you!” Miles suddenly shrieked at the top of his lungs. He rose to his feet aggressively, stomping closer to the woman. He was red in the face with fury, and he was staring down at her. “Get it through your thick skull, old hag. I’m the adult here. I’m your boss. You have no right to insult her —"

“I do because I have dedicated my entire life to serving your family, Miles,” she retorted with just as much of a fiery passion. “You’re insulting me by bringing shame to the household. You two aren’t even married, and yet you’re to commit such heinous crimes!”

I could do nothing but clutch my belly in embarrassment. Mrs. Grose was right. It was irresponsible and there had to be consequences. I had fully prepared myself for her blowing up. But on the other side, Miles made it easy for things to be okay. He was my shield in all this. As violent and evil as he could be, he was angel to me, and that made all the difference in influencing my opinion of him. I trusted Miles.

“You’re the one that treats her like shit,” Miles growled, suddenly pushing Mrs. Grose, causing her to collide into the wall with a gasp. Worry washed over me, although it vanished when her glare washed over me. “You act like she’s not a part of the fucking family. Like she hasn’t been my fucking soulmate since she was brought here. Don’t you dare try to take this away from me, hag, because I’m your boss. I’m in control of this house.”

Mrs. Grose scowled, closing the distance. Despite how intimidating the man was, she refused to be pushed around any longer. She shoved his finger into his chest, meeting his enraged expression. “You’re nothing but a little boy. Stop disrespecting me and stop letting your little crush control you. If you started thinking clearly, you’d want the same as me. As to fire her and let her go —"

The old woman was mid sentence when Miles arm shot out, grabbing her throat. One hand was strangling her against the wall, and the other held her shoulder in place as she writhed against him, palming at his face and chest. Her face was quickly growing pale, and the realization of what he was doing dawned on me.

I screamed at the top of my lungs, but Miles was so concentrated he was deaf to it. I jumped to my feet, pain shooting through my stomach. I noticed the door creaking open slightly, but my focus was still on Miles. The woman was growing weak.

I grabbed the back of his shirt, tugging desperately. “Miles, stop, please! What would Flora think? Let her go!”

All of a sudden, he released her, and Mrs. Grose crumpled to her knees, clawing at her throat as she clawed for air. Miles gaze was stoney as he watched the woman. My entire body was shaking with fright, but mostly concern. The argument had been blown out of proportion, and out of the corner of my eye, I knew that Flora had witnessed the entire thing.

But that wasn’t important. I finally released his shirt, bowing my head in shame. Oh, what a terrible person I was for tolerating such behavior. For loving a man like him so. I stepped away just as Miles, still panting from the adrenaline, turned to face me exasperatedly.

“Y/n, I told you everything would be alright,” he cooed, grabbing my shoulders gently.

A few tears escaped and I trembled in his hold. Mrs. Grose made her escape, taking Flora with her. Good. I shook my head, hair falling in my face like a curtain. “No, Miles, it isn’t. You’re a bad person. You almost killed her. She had a right to be angry —"

“Not at you,” he seethed. “Never at you. At me? I couldn’t give a shit. But I have a family to protect. Our family —"

“Not anymore,” I boldly declared, although my voice was reluctant. “Mrs. Grose was right. I should leave. For my own safety. How long will it be before that anger is directed at me?”

His grip tightened, and I gasped, but he pulled me into his chest. My tears stained his shirt as one hand held my waist and the other pet my hair. He buried his head in the crook of my neck, his voice muffled as he spoke. “No, Y/n, I would never. I love you. Mrs. Grose is just a bitch —"

“She’s doing her job, Miles. It’s a shit situation and if you loved me, you’d let me leave. You terrify me. I don’t care if I love you. I’m not stupid —"

“You’re not stupid for loving me!” he insisted, holding me closer. Somehow, all my fear dissolved, but I just became afraid of myself for being so forgiving. “I would do anything for you, Y/n. I’m only like that to people who deserve it. We should all just… calm down.”

“That’s rich coming from you.”

He sighed, his breath tickling my neck. I tried to pull away, but he was too strong. 

“I’ll fire her. She can easily be replaced. But you could never. Especially now. Things will be easy from now on. Things will be good. Trust me, Y/n. You know I love you and you love me. Okay?”

[hopelesswritergall]

hi , could i request finn wolfhard x gn reader where the reader paints his nails ??

Of Course!

I wrote this a couple times but it got deleted so I'm just gonna write a quick thing.

"Finn please stop moving your hands constantly! I'm trying to make it look good!" Y/N said while trying to paint his left hand. " Why is it taking so long darling? I'm dying over here!" To add a bit of drama to his statement he waved his right hand a couple of times by his head as a fan. " It would be a lot quicker if you stopped moving and asking when it is done! I'm only on your second nail!"

To understand what was happening we need to go back a few days. Finn and Y/N were doing a livestream a Q&A to be precise. One of the questions was as followed: Y/N would you ever consider painting Finn's nails and yours to match each other? You were excited as fuck but Finn on the other hand was a bit more hesitant so he quickly said only if this livestream hits 1 million viewers in the next 15 minutes! It was currently on 650 thousand so he thought it would be impossible, he should have never underestimated his fans. Within minutes the livestream got flooded with people. The look on his face told everyone he didn't count on this.

So that brings us back to you, still on his left hand, now on the last one. "Why are we even doing this? Can't we just say we did it? " Finn whined for the 100th time already. "Wolfhard shut up and sit pretty or you won't look fabulous!" You said in a playful stern tone. " Yes boss!" The rest of the nails went pretty smoothly, the results were amazing and Finn? He loved them!

[finnwolfhard-imagines]

Finn Wolfhard x Reader (Based on True Events)

IMAGINE

You are moving from Florida to Seattle by driving, and you have your entire life packed into your Chrysler Pacifica mini van. You’ve had quite an interesting trip so far, having seen the Grand Canyon and Las Vegas, and you’re ready to move on to your next destination, Yosemite National Park. Unexpectedly, your Chrysler Pacifica mini van gets a flat tire in the middle of nowhere in Nevada, not too close to Area 51, but not too far either. You have to unpack your entire car to get to the spare tire. You’re sitting on the side of the road with all of your belongings, trying desperately to figure out a way to get cell service, when a highway patrol car pulls off of the road behind you. Finally! Some help! You expect a middle aged man to get out of the car, but the person who steps out of the car is someone you never expected to see stepping out of a highway patrol car. It was none other than your old celebrity crush, Finn Wolfhard himself.

“Finn Wolfhard????????” You ask.

“Yep, its me.”

“Oh my gosh, I’m a huge fan of yours! Why are you driving around in a highway patrol car?”

“Well,” he says, “We were out here filming the new season of Stranger Things and I decided to take up a side job as a highway patrol for some extra cash. The acting business just isnt cutting it these days.” He says. “So what’s the problem here?”

“I have a flat tire and I don’t have a spare or any cell service. What should I do? Can you help?” You ask.

“Ah, that’s definitely a debacle. Unfortunately no one gave me any training on how to do this job, so you’re out of luck.”

“Finn,” you begin, “…how did you get this job. Why did no one teach you how to help out a stranded driver?”

“Well, no one really knows what they’re doing in this life, do they?” He replies.

“Uh… I guess… but if you have a job you should know how to do it…”

Finn’s phone buzzes. “Well, I gotta get back to set, good luck! I hope you find a spare tire or some cell service!” He gets in his car and drives away.

“HEY!” You yell as he leaves, “I NEED HELP!”

Finn Wolfhard has just left you stranded in the middle of nowhere in Nevada without helping you, despite that being part of his job.

The End

[l0vem00nlight]

♥︎ Observation ♥︎

Character:Miles Fairchild

Genre:Fluff

Reader:Gender Neutral

Warnings:None

You’ve been told that Miles isn’t a pleasing person. Miles is very strange, you won’t deny that. He does have a creepy aura around him that was no secret. Others call him weird, a freak—just horrible names in general. You’ve heard it all. You seen it all. You heard about his parents passing and it really made you feel bad for him. You couldn’t bare to imagine the dread if that happened to not one but both of your parents. You’re not sure if they were good parents though. Even if they weren’t you bet that it would still be upsetting in a bittersweet way to lose them both.

Miles has never spoken to you. He doesn’t speak to anyone in the school. He’s all stare. He sometimes stares outside through the window in the classroom. He sometimes stares in space. You aren’t sure if you ever saw him talk to anyone at all.

He sometimes doesn’t wear the assigned uniforms the school has. Teachers don’t pick with him about it anymore due to the amount of times he’s done it.

Miles has a nail biting problem. He bites his nails to the brim and there is no more.

So many observations. So many things that you know about Miles. You know how he skips class. You know how he doesn’t eat lunch at all. You know that he walks from school. No, your not stalking him. It’s just your eyes wander off. Miles is a troubled child and you know it. It’s as if you read him as if he were a book. Even though you know all the stuff that others around him doesn’t know—you don’t know how he looks at you.

Miles stares at you sometimes in class. He knows that you have pretty eyes. He can stare at them for ages. He knows that you like to listen to music. He sees you with your headphones in at the end of the school day.

Miles knows that you follow the rules of the school. You’re a good student. You always come to school with your uniform and all your supplies that are needed.

Miles knows that your not good at math. That’s okay though. He’s not good at math either.

He knows that you have the most prettiest smile. He doesn’t know why you cover your mouth when you smile. He can still see that smile of yours despite you hovering a hand over it.

Miles isn’t stalking you. As much as that seems surprising. His eyes just wanders off and it always seems to fall upon you. He knows things that some others may not know about you. He cant help it.

Miles knows that you probably won’t ever talk to him. Just like how he won’t ever probably talk to you. It’s not like he dislikes you or you dislike him. You both know this. But how can you both know this when you two don’t even speak? How can you know all these things but you two don’t ever say not one word to another? It’s just the things. It’s just the observations that keeps you going. Yes, you may not talk the one another but that doesn’t prevent you two from knowing things about each other. You know that Miles likes dark colors more than light colors… of course you can’t give a direct answer you never spoke. Miles knows that you enjoy music, he doesn’t know what genre though cause he never talked to you. The two of you know things about each other but you won’t ever speak.

But that’s okay. Watching things from afar is sometimes better than face to face.

[quirkywritings]

The Photo Album

Finn Wolfhard x Reader

Trigger warnings: My bad writing, fluff, baby scare, not ready for kids, slight angst if you squint, baby talk.

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When quarantine first hit you were afraid it would be awkward. Luckily Finn’s parents love you, and were happy to let you stay there for the time being. As you got further into quarantine you started to miss your parents… a lot. You absolutely loved Finn and his family, but it was getting kind of hard not seeing your parents so much, especially on this day… christmas. 

You were sitting on the couch in the Wolfhard’s living room. Finn’s mom had brought you a photo album of Finn’s baby and childhood pictures. It was a sort of punishment for him sleeping in on christmas. You started chuckling when you flipped the page to see one of him, with a wide smile and chocolate smeared all over his face

You were so preoccupied with the album that you hadn’t even heard Finn running down the stairs calling your name. 

Finns POV 

I woke up putting my arm on the other side of my bed, not feeling (Y/N) there i sat up and looked around my room. Getting up, I turn on my phone to see what time it is. *11.37* ‘Shit, i really overslept. 

I run downstairs yelling after (Y/N), I get to the bottom of the stairs and start walking to the living room, just to find (Y/N) sitting there looking down, chuckling at something. I decide to go see what she’s looking at. Quietly i sneak up behind her, as I try my best to avoid the floorboards I know are creaky.  

When I'm right behind her I look down and see what she’s looking at. And then I saw the worst thing she could ever have found, the only thing I always tried to keep from her. The photo album, the one I was determined to hide the minute she met my parents.

Back to normal POV

As you flipped another page the album was snatched out of your hands and Finn sat down beside you, photo album in hand. He put the album on the coffee table and looked at you with a mock serious expression 

“How did you find that?” he said while pointing at it. 

“Your mom gave it to me. You look sooo adorable Finny. Maybe we should make one together, wouldn't that be the cutest thing?”, you asked him chipperly, with a wide smile on your face.

He looked at you with an expression you’d never seen before. It was a mix of confusion, surprise and fright. 

“You-you’re not serious are you?” he asked, timidly. 

“Yes, i am. Do you not want to? I mean it's fine if you don't. I just thought it would be fun to do it, since we’ve been together for two years now, I just thought we were ready. I guess” You said, the happiness out of your voice, your smile faltering and eyes watering.

“Oh, baby, don't be sad, but we’re only 17, we’re not ready to take care of a baby. No matter how adorable it would be, it's just too much responsibility, plus we wouldn't even have time for him because of our jobs. And you would be pregnant, and that's just too much for us to handle right now. Maybe in like 4 years, but---” You cut him off with a kiss and say quickly, whilst trying not to laugh

“Baby, you are so daft sometimes you know that? I don’t want a baby, now. I may be crazy, but I'm not that crazy. I was talking about the album, we should make a photo album, with all of our favorite memories. Then when we have a kid in 6 years, they will see all the great adventures we’ve had together.” 

Relief washed over his face, but was quickly replaced by embarrassment.  “oh…” he breathed out, looking down at his lap. 

You scooted closer to him and took his hands in yours. You intertwined your fingers and said 

“Finn, i love you more than anything, we’ve lived together for about six months now and we haven't had a single fight, that's pretty impressive. Now we’re spending Christmas together, this is our first Christmas together so let's not spend it, being embarrassed about old photos. Let's spend it as a family, the first Christmas we have as a family, maybe a family of two, but let's face it, our kid would be a pain in the ass. Especially on christmas.” You said while looking into his eyes. 

“I love you so much (Y/N)” He said and hugged you. 

Just as he pulled away to look into your eyes, snow began to fall outside the window. Laying a beautiful carpet of white over the landscape.

That's how you spent your Christmas, there may not have been physical gifts, but the most important thing was that you were together.

[sleepyimpala]

beetlejuice

FANDOM: the goldfinch. PAIRING: Boris Pavlikovsky x reader. GENRE: fluff. WARNINGS: none. Beetlejuice spoilers?  FROM MY OLD BLOG - BORISPAVLIKOVSKYIMAGINES

You, Theo and Boris sat in the couch of your living room.

“The spider is… crawling up the house?” Boris frowned at the screen and you giggled.

“Shut up!” Theo slapped his friend on his arm.

Boris snorted and you smiled and rested your head on his shoulder.

“And now hands…”

“SHUT UP!” Theo screeched.

“Dun. Dun. Dun. Dun…” he mimicked the piano which was playing in the background.

You giggled again.

“Ha! He looks like a pig.”

“Boris, don’t be mean!” You snickered loudly.

“She’s hot,”

“Excuse you?” You crossed your arms.

“She’s… pretty?”

“Fuck you!”

Theo laughed loudly.

“Alright, alright, she’s ugly.”

He put his hands up in surrender and you huffed, satsified.

“Ha! He looks like Popchick,” Boris snickered at the dog on the screen. “Naughty, naughty,” he crowed through snortish giggles.

“I SWEAR TO FUCK!”

“Oh, they died. Well, that’s the end of the film. Naughty Popchick,” he shook his head.

“No, it’s not!” Theo crowed. “That was two minutes!” He was pulling his hair out of his head.

Time skip

“You look like her,” Boris nodded towards the screen.

“No I don’t!” You argued. “She’s way prettier.”

“Look like Beetlejuice, look like Beetlejuice!”

“We never should’ve taught him how to say it,” Theo muttered.

“Beetlejuice,” Boris snorted. “Ha! You look like Beetlejuice girl! He has vomit on his face. What a pervert,”

You rolled your eyes.

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

Near-Death Experience || Mike Wheeler x Reader

Requested: "Billy enters the house in season two and is beating up Steve and the reader steps in to help and Billy ends up hurting her. so after Max stabs Billy in the neck, they're in the car and the reader is seated between Mike and Dustin while Max is driving and Mike ends up getting a little angry at the reader for risking her life to save Steve? He was so worried Billy would kill her which is why he's angry and the reader was defending herself and saying he would have killed Steve and stuff then when the car turns and stuff, the reader and Mike end up falling on each other as they're arguing sksk"

Warnings: several mentions of blood, graphic (?) descriptions of violence. Broken bones.

"I said, does anybody understand that?" You looked at Steve in disbelief as he scolded the five of you, waving a dish towel around. "I need a yes."

You guys were trying to convince him that you all could give El and the chief time to get to the gate if you drew out the demo-dogs by setting fire to the hub.

Honestly, the idea wasn't half bad.

But of course, Steve wasn't having any of it.

You rolled your eyes dramatically and groaned.

"Whatever, mom!"

His face scrunched up at your remark but before anything else could be said, everyone's attention was pulled outside when you heard the obnoxious revving of an engine.

Your legs carried you into the living room and Max ran to the window. She jumped onto the couch and peered out into the night, Lucas joined her. You could see faint white lights, from what you could only assume to be headlights, crawl across their faces.

"What is it?" You asked.

"It's my brother." Max said, and you could sense the panic sneaking up on her. "He can't know I'm here. He'll kill me. He'll kill us."

She looked desperately around the room and your face hardened in worry. You looked from Max to Steve, hoping he would know what to do.

Steve wore a similar expression on his face, but then he stormed outside.

The rest of you all squeezed onto the couch together, peering outside to watch everything unfold. You had to squint a little, but then you saw a guy step out of the car, around Steve's age you guessed, and Steve joined him on the lawn.

None of you could make out what they were saying but based on context and their body language, you could tell the air out there was thick with tension.

Lots of words were exchanged, and just as you had wished you could hear what they were saying, Max's brother Billy looked over at the window, at all of you and gestured.

You all dove under the window, hiding behind the couch, panting.

"Shit!" Dustin exclaimed. "Did he see us?"

There was beat or silence and then you could have sworn you heard a thud and groaning, followed by the sound of heavy footsteps growing closer.

"I think he saw us," Dustin panted.

"No, shit Sherlock!" You hissed, and you suddenly got an idea. "The back door in the kitchen. Quick!"

You guys all abandoned the couch and make your way to the kitchen, hoping you could make it out in time but then the door burst open and you all turned to see Billy.

This was the first time you actually saw him in person and he immediately creeped you out.

He stood in the doorway, and he looked at all of you. His eyes landed on Lucas and they zeroed in on him.

"Well, well, well," he said flatly, though he was seeping with rage.

He stalked forward and we all subconsciously backed away.

"Lucas Sinclair," he growled. "what a surprise,"

He now stood in front of Max and Lucas and his attention turned to Max.

"I thought I told you to stay away from him, Max."

"Billy, go away." Despite her words, her tone gave how frightened she really was, not that you blamed her.

"You disobeyed me," he said and you cringe in disgust. "And you know what happens when you disobey me,"

"Billy," her voice wavered but he continued.

"I break things,"

Everything happened so fast. He turned on his heel and grabbed Lucas by the shoulders, and forced him across the room and into one of the shelves.

You and your friends cried out frightened protests.

"Get off me, you--" Lucas struggled against his grip but Billy was too strong.

Billy shook Lucas by the collar roughly, forcing Lucas to look him in the eye. You stood frozen, telling, no screaming at your body to move and help your friend but your limbs were numb and you watched tearfully in fear.

"Since Maxine won't listen to me, maybe you will. You stay away from her." He shook him violently once more, raising his voice. "Stay away from her! You hear me?"

Before you know it, your legs were carrying you across the room, you grabbed at his shoulder trying to pry Billy off of him but he didn't even have to turn around to stop you.

He shoved his arm back roughly and suddenly, his elbow struck you sharply and it knocked you back, taking the wind out of you, and you heard Mike call out your name in fear.

You stumbled back and caught a glimpse of Billy shuffle backward, and doubling over, reaching between his legs. Lucas must have injured him, going right where it counted.

He looked up, glaring holes into Lucas.

"You are so dead, Sinclair! You're dead."

You felt someone push past you and you exhaled in relief. It was Steve.

Steve put a hand on Billy, roughly turning him around to face him while simultaneously getting him away from Lucas.

"No," he said simply. "You are."

Steve reeled his hand back and punched Billy square in the jaw, knocking him back.

You and Duston chuckled happily, in relief, but Max only grew more grave.

"Steve!" She called out warningly.

Billy stood up, cackling maniacally, turning to look at Steve.

Lucas slipped quietly behind him and you reached out and grabbed his hand. He gladly accepted and you pulled him into a quick hug as you led him back to the others. You stood in front of them like a shield. Your eyes never left the fight, making sure Billy didn't come after Lucas or Max.

Billy smiled smugly, still laughing as he talked down to Steve.

"Looks like you got some fire in you after all, huh?" Billy was yelling, and he gestured to Steve. "I've been waiting to meet this King Steve everybody's been telling me so much about."

He strutted over to Steve, getting in his face, blood was dripping from his nose. While he wore a smile, his eyes were dead and expressionless. It was enough to scare you senseless.

Steve seemed equally disgusted and he spoke in a much quieter tone. He gently pushed Billy away, using only his forefinger and Billy shuffled back, gears in his head turning. He was planning his next move.

"Get out."

He stood rooted to the spot, and he licked his lips. Suddenly his arm was flying through the air, headed right for Steve's temple. He didn't even have to reel back.

But Steve caught on and ducked just before the boys fist could collide into his head. He stood quickly and swung his left fist, hitting Billy in the side of his face.

Billy stumbled back into the kitchen table and looked up Steve, still laughing.

Mike and Dustin came alive from behind you.

"Yes! Kick his ass, Steve!"

"Get him!"

Before Billy could strike again, or even pull himself up from the table Steve swung again, knocking him back into the kitchen counters.

"Murder the son of a bitch!"

Steve was still advancing. Throwing punches left and right.

"Now! Now!"

"Get that shithead!"

"Kill the son of a bitch!"

Billy was now against the kitchen sink, head now rolling back with laughter, blood dripping from his face on his exposed chest.

All too late you saw Billy reach for the plate and he crashed it into Steve's head knocking the wind out of him.

"Steve!"

"Billy!" Max yelled, pleading for him to stop.

It was Steve who was now tumbling back into the kitchen table.

"Holy shit!" Mike breathed out.

Steve was stumbling in your direction, his back to Billy and you saw Billy advancing on him.

"Steve, look out!" You cried out.

He lunged himself into the wall, narrowly missing Billy's fist. He collided into the shelves and then pushed himself off, missing another one of Billy's attacks.

Steve made his way into the living room and you shuffled your friends to the side, getting out of the way of the fight. Billy trailed after Steve and grabbed him by the shoulders roughly.

"No one, tells me what to do!" With a loud grunt, he headbutted Steve in the face.

Steve collapses on the floor and you shuffle on your feet, your mouth hanging open and you silently prayed that he would get up.

Billy hollers in triumph and stalks towards Steve curled up on the floor. The map of tunnels that were taped to the floor, the ones Will had drawn, were crumpling and tearing under Steve's body as he pushed himself away.

"Get up!" Billy spit.

"Come on, Steve!" You cried.

"You're gonna kill him!" Dustin exclaimed.

Billy stands over Steve, one leg on either side of him and he throws his arms back and pummels Steve into the ground. He throws punch after punch, strike after strike. Steve is bleeding out all over the floor. You watch in horror, knowing now Billy wasn't gonna stop until he went too far. Until Steve was dead.

He was screaming, spit flying everywhere as he did so. Some of the spit was mixed in with blood and you saw Steve losing consciousness.

Everything was in slow motion now. Your face hardened and you stomped noiselessly over to Billy, his back turned to you. You felt the ghost of a grasp on your arm, trying to stop you but your arm slipped out easily. It was Mike. You tuned out his cries of protest, he was soon joined by the others but you couldn't hear them now. All you could hear now as time seemed to stand still was the thunderous pounding of your heart in your ears.

You focused on Billy's form like a target. Like a bull storming after the matador, all you could focus on, all you could allow yourself to think about, was the red of his shirt.

You were running now and a deafening cry tore through your throat as you sped at the man. Arms outstretched and you tackled him into the door, knocking him off his feet.

Everything went back to normal, you were back in reality and your friends shocked exclaims echoed in your ears but all you could focus on was the look on Billy's face.

Shock flickered over his features, but he quickly recovered. He chuckled dryly and muttered your death sentence under his breath.

You were too slow to dodge the sudden sweep of his leg, and you crashed onto the ground, hearing the paper crumple under your body.

You looked up at him in fear and you scrambled back desperately. But you didn't get very far, your hands scrambled for grip on the hardwood floor but you found next to none. The paper tunnels moved from under your sweaty palms, causing your hands and feet to slip continuously.

He now towered above you and you could barely make out the cries of protest from Mike and the others.

"Don't hurt her! You son of a bitch, DON'T YOU TOUCH HER!" It was Mike and his voice was cracking with fear.

You looked quickly to the side, hoping by some miracle Steve would jump to his feet and save you but he was out cold.

By the time you looked back at Billy all you saw was his fist. Your head, which had been previously craning up, was slammed into the ground.

You heard a crack and pain exploded in your nose and the back of your head, confusing you. What you hadn't registered yet was that when he had punched you, it sends your head into the floor so hard you could have sworn you felt your brain hit the back of your skull.

White filled your vision and your ears were ringing slightly. You were in too much pain to hear the cries of fear from your friends.

Your legs began moving, squirming every which way. Attempting to kick him, or to worm you out from under him you didn't know which one. But then you felt a heavy weight on your right leg. It still moves violently, trying to get out from under his giant rubber boot.

You then felt an enormous pressure on your shin before it stopped briefly. You were still recovering from the blow to the face and head, you couldn't move much anymore you panted. Forcing your head to turn. It rolled on the ground as it moved, though it felt like it weighed a hundred pounds. All you could do was watch and you saw him bring his left leg up. He looked you right in the eye, teeth clenched as he through his foot down onto your shin. Just as your ears stopped ringing you heard a crack and you cried out in pain.

He applied pressure on your leg with his foot and twisted into your leg, smashing his foot into the wound like you would a bug you just squashed, making sure the thing was dead.

You cried out in pain and terror, begging him to stop but he kneeled down closer to you as he flared at you.

You whimpered on the ground, reaching your forearms up in the form of an 'x' to shield your face, your arms felt like lead but it made no difference. He grabbed both your wrists in one hand, taking down your arms with no effort at all. With his other hand, he grabbed your hair close to your scalp and pulled your head up before slamming it into the ground.

The world was quiet and your vision grew dark. The last thing you saw was Max storming after Billy, syringe in hand.

×××

The next thing you feel is your body swaying slightly back and forth.

You were moving but your eyes were still closed. You heard the roar of an engine and your senses prickled at the familiar sound.

Everything came back in bits and pieces.

You remember hearing that sound when he showed up. You remembered running. You remember feeling fear. Lucas. Lucas was in danger.

Then you recalled punches being thrown and Steve.

Most of all you remembered red. Blood?

Yes, there was blood, a lot of it but that wasn't it. There was something else.

Billy!

Your eyes shot open and although it was dark, your eyes still seemed to adjust to the light. You were in a car.

Squinting from the bright lights that flashed over your face. The lights you realized, were from the road. Headlights.

You tried moving your head and you caught a glimpse of Dustin to your right. He was icing someone. Steve.

Steve was still passed out.

Dustin looked up and saw you were awake. He smiled gently at you.

"Hey buddy," You frowned, your mouth parted slightly.

You then felt how cold and simultaneously hot your upper lip felt. Was your nose running? You tried licking your lips but you immediately tasted the familiar metallic taste on your tongue.

"Y/n!" The voice came from your left and you moved your head to face the familiar voice. As soon as you did you winced, hissing slightly at the intense throbbing of your head.

You had a horrible migraine.

"Mike?" You croaked.

You blinked several times but you saw him breathe a sigh of relief.

"Y/n, oh thank God." He held up three fingers and you squinted. "How many fingers?"

Your vision doubled briefly as you tried to focus but it returned to normal just as soon.

"Three," you mumbled. "W-What happened?"

"You got the shit beaten out of you." He answered, his tone turned stern and his voice began to rise. "What the hell were you thinking?"

As your ears began picking up more sounds around you, your senses coming back, you picked up on the sloshing coming from Mike's direction.

Your eyes fell on his feet and you saw a can of lighter fluid in his stashed between his feet.

"Whas' that?" You slurred.

"Are you even listening to me?" Your eyes trailed back up to Mike and you peered up at him.

"I said you could have gotten yourself killed!"

"Nobody was doing anything," you said.

But apparently you hadn't actually said anything out loud and he just stared at you, still waiting for an answer.

"Nobody was doing anything!" You cried. "Steve was getting killed!"

"You were getting killed!" Mike retorted but you weren't listening.

Where was Steve?

Forgetting about your throbbing head you whipped your head around to your other side and saw him passed out on the other side of Dustin.

Oh, yeah. You thought.

It seems you had also forgotten you just saw him when you woke up.

You had to keep your head still for a few moments, just to recover from moving your head too fast. Mike, as it turns out, was still lecturing you.

You slowly rolled your head against the back of the seat to face Mike once more.

"He's twice your size, he could have snapped your neck! Seriously, what the hell were you thinking?! Do you have any idea how worried I was?"

Your face scrunched up in a wince, and you groaned, reaching up to cover your ears.

He realized what he was doing and calmed down a bit.

"Sorry,"

"He wasn't stopping, Mike. He was gonna kill him." You managed. "Then he was gonna kill all of us."

Then something clicked in your head.

"Wait, wait, wait," you grew frantic and Mike had reached out to calm you.

"Who's driving?"

Before you could get an answer you looked up and saw a flash of red hair in the driver's seat and then two hands ripped the steering wheel to the side.

The car turned so suddenly and with such a force it rolled you over and you cried out. Unable to physically stop yourself - pain exploded in your leg as soon as it so much as shifted and the memory of your leg snapping came flooding back to you - and in a mad scramble to get your weight off your bad leg combined with the sudden shift of gravity you were rolled over onto something indistinguishable.

When gravity centered and the car adjusted you groaned from the pain, and you strained to crane your neck, wanting to know what you landed on.

More specifically, who you landed on.

You were now face to face with Mike, he was violently pink as he met your eye and quickly looked away. You could feel his breath on your face and yours was probably on his.

You had been bumped into by Dustin and completely flipped over onto Mike's lap. You were practically laying on him.

You both were immediately flustered but you were cut short by the pain. Everything had happened so fast the pain hadn't caught up to you until now. Your head, nose, and leg were throbbing and you winced harshly.

"Y/n," his voice came out in a whisper. "Here let me help."

He had abandoned his lecturing tone, his anger completely forgotten and he was now using a soothing tone. He half cradled you as he helped place you back on the seat.

You thanked him under your breath, your voice was weak and spared a glance up at him.

You were now positioned so you were leaning against him. His shoulder became a pillow but you didn't adjust anymore. You were still blushing and so was he, profusely in fact. And you opened your eyes, seeing a mischievous smile on Dustin's lips as he looked between you two.

Okay, now would be a good time to pass out again.

[chezzywezzy]

Yandere Miles Fairchild (4/4)

Word count ; 3.6k

*Edited:3

I shoved the two loafs of bread into my backpack before once more sliding it under my bed. The two backpacks were almost bursting at the seams with how much food I had packed, along with my brush, toothpaste, water, clothes, and a quilt. A week had passed since that traumatizing day, and I had been preparing ever since.

Miles was always around. He didn’t talk to me or bother me, but he was always around the corner. Almost like he was suspecting something. It was terrifying to think that he might catch me before I was able to get away. He was a pathetic stalker even though I was in his own home.

Occasionally, he talked to me. He asked how I was doing or told me something cute Flora had done. I knew he was just trying to ease the tension, though, and I wouldn’t have it.

The only nice thing in this mansion was adorable little Flora, though. Sometimes — even though Miles was clingy to her as well — Flora and I were able to play dollhouse together. She was so innocent. I felt terrible for leaving her to be swallowed up in this toxic environment, but I wasn’t strong enough to remain here.

I sat on my bed and kicked my feet. I spaced out for a solid half hour, letting the time pass. I turned to look out the window, satisfied with. How dark it was now. So, I entered the bathroom and took one final bath and one final night of cleanliness in an expensive bathroom.

I changed into my pajamas and slipped under the covers. I turned off the lamp. Although, it seemed as though I was preparing to drift off to sleep, but tonight, I wasn’t. Tonight was my escape. I would pretend for an hour, waiting for the household to fall asleep, then lock my door and climb out the window. I’d do the classic blanket-rope escape.

As tempting as it was to fall asleep and as comfortable as the bed was, I kept my eyes wide open. I aimed to tell time via how high the moon was in the sky. I would leave at midnight.

Slowly but surely, the full moon was inching into the sky. It was so, so close —

From behind me, I heard my bedroom door quietly creak open. I immediately tensed, wondering if Miles was checking up on me like the creep he was. I expected for him to duck out soon, but instead, I heard the soft padding of feet and the door closing once more.

My blood ran cold. What the hell was he doing?

I heard a final creak and I felt him sit down on the bed. It took every ounce of self control to not scream, especially when I felt his hand ghosting over my blanketed legs. His fingers glided up further, barely applying any pressure.

Did he do this every night when I was asleep?

I felt more pressure when he reached my waist. I completely spasmed out, turning his way. A small screech bubbled in my throat and the force of my push sent me sprawled on the ground. I was panting even harder as his shadow loomed over the bed.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I shouted, not caring if I woke anyone else up.

Miles crawled over the bed further. The moonlight cascaded over his expression, and he was extremely panicked. “I - I was just checking up on you! I do that every night before bed so I can make sure you’re okay —“

“Well, I’m not because you’re a fucking creep,” I boomed. “Get the hell out of my room. Get out, get out, get out!”

Miles crawled over the bed and collapsed on top of me. Both hands were cupping my cheeks as he sat on me. I was about to scream at the top of my lungs, but I was stopped by a soft, plush surface. It didn’t take a genius to realize he was kissing me. I struggled, but Miles had me completely pinned, weaving his lips against mine desperately.

It almost felt good; if it had been anyone else, perhaps a handsome stranger or a shy school boy, I would’ve enjoyed the abrupt kiss. But it was Miles. So, there was nothing pleasurable about the forced kiss. He separated every few seconds only to attack my lips with twice as much passion.

I let out a gargled cry, but he just used it to his advantage, snaking his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues danced together and he was so desperate to go deeper his teeth clacked against mine. Our saliva sloshed against each other and his hands clutched the back of my head, intertwining with my hair possessively.

Although I could breathe through my nose, I was still breathless. I was so incredibly relieved when he pulled away, panting slightly. A string of saliva connected from our mouths. His hair fell against my cheek. And he quickly kissed the side of my mouth.

I was too paralyzed to struggle anymore. He had a cheshire grin adorning his handsome face. He let out a quiet chuckle, as though anything he’d ever done was somehow cleansed from his conscience.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that,” he muttered.

I trembled under his wandering touch. I was so numb that I couldn’t even muster tears. I wanted to cry so badly, and yet I had no energy. I didn’t have any energy to fight him anymore. He was so much stronger than me… All I could do was wait for my time to escape.

Miles readjusted himself so his body was pressing harder against me. He pressed another kiss to my cheek and began trailing it across my jaw. “I love you,” he purred. Butterfly kisses traveled down my neck and he sucked on my neck slightly.

He eventually pulled away. “Don’t you feel the same way, Y/n? Talk to me.”

I tilted my head away, weakly pushing at his shoulders. “Leave me,” I whispered.

His eyes widened drastically and his expression contorted from pleasure to shame. Slowly, he pushed himself on me. When he stood, he offered me a hand, but I ignored him. I propped myself on my elbows and rose to my feet. I distanced myself from the man.

He sighed and backed away, out of the room. I followed him and locked the door. I wasn’t sure how to feel. I was emotionally distraught, so much that I felt nothing. I collapsed on the bed and just laid there for a while.

I had to get going.

Mustering my courage, I pulled the two bags out from under the bed. I went over and opened the window. I glared down from the height. I wasted no more time, bunching up two blankets. I tied it to the end of the bed and threw the blanket rope out the window. I slung both backpacks over my shoulder.

My heart raced as I hoisted myself out of the window. The cold air nipped at my skin as I slid down the blanket. It didn’t quite reach the ground, but I was able to hop off anyways, landing semi-safely. Adrenaline was coursing through my veins as I dashed across the field. I followed the gravel road all the way to the front gate.

It didn’t open for me, so I had to dangerously climb over the wall.

The moment my feet touched the ground on the other side, I knew I was free.

~~~

I walked down the sidewalk, still overwhelmed by the freedom. It was… refreshing. As nerve-wracking as it was to have ran away, I didn’t regret my decision.

My stomach growled. It was approaching lunch time. I wandered into the local park and found a bench. Some families on picnics dwelled there, and the sight was adorable. The sun shone gently down, but the bench I was sitting on was protected by a tree.

I opened my backpack and pulled out an apple and banana. I was still trying to preserve my food so I didn’t have to immediately get a job. I would be left in a rut if I ate all my food too quickly. I hummed to myself. I was almost finished with my food when I heard some footsteps rapidly approaching.

I looked up and my heart stopped. Two police officers with stone expressions were heading straight for me. I knew I wouldn’t outrun them, so it was better to out-talk them. They weren’t sure it was me, were they?

“Ma’am,” an officer started,” state your name.”

“Barbara,” I answered smoothly. “Barbara Channing. Is everything alright?”

The officers exchanged wary glares. “Do you have any connection to Y/n L/n?”

“Who?” I replied flawlessly.

“A teenager your age who ran away from home.”

“No, I don’t.”

The police officers exchanged glances again before the second one nodded. “Ma’am, we need you to come with us. Your family is very worried about you.”

“I’m eighteen years old, dickheads, I don’t have to,” I immediately replied. “I’m free to do whatever the hell I want. Those bitches were abusive assholes —“

“Ma’am, please cooperate,” the officers said, stepping closer in order to grab me.

I rose to my feet and grabbed my bag, but they snatched it out of my hold. The police officers grabbed my wrists, and as hard as I struggled to get away, they were far stronger. Tears slid down my cheeks as handcuffs were applied. I was officially trapped.

“Start walking,” an officer ordered gruffly, nudging me forward.

My head hung as I was led out of the park. With each step I took, I felt the hard-earned freedom seeping away.

When we arrived at the car, they opened the back door and shoved me inside. I felt nothing but shame as I stared out the window, the quaint village slowly disappearing. I leaned against the window, tuning the mindless drones of the officers out. I worked so, so hard for freedom… and it had been taken from me once again, all because of Miles.

There was a hint of nostalgia as we rolled up to the mansion. It wasn’t pleasant, though. It was nothing but regret and anger. Life was unfair. I never wanted something like this to happen. I didn’t deserve it.

But, Miles was rich, so I’m sure he could hunt me down to the center of the earth. And at this point, he was so manic I’m sure that he would. The three devils were waiting on the steps. Mrs. Grose, looking as pissed off as ever, Miles, a sobbing mess, and Flora. I felt bad for Flora. She didn’t seem to be doing well either.

The back door was opened and the officers pulled me out. They undid the handcuffs, letting me become entangled in his. Miles jumped to his feet and dashed down the familiar stone stairs. He wrapped his arms around me so tightly I couldn’t breathe. His messy hair shrouded my vision. All I could do was stand there in defeat.

“Well, I hope your worries are put at ease now, ma’am,” the officer spoke to the older woman.

“Yes, thank you. We’ll make sure this doesn’t happen again.”

My heart sank with that statement. I wanted to pass out right then and there and hope that this was all a bad dream. I felt Miles peppering all kisses against my neck. I tried pushing him away, but I had no energy.

He pulled away, and I noticed that his cheeks were wet. I didn’t dare wipe them, though.

Flora was suddenly beside him. “Why did you leave us?” she shouted, clenching her tiny fists together. “Do you hate me? Do you hate my brother?”

I crouched down in front of her. “That’s right. I hate your brother. Not you, though, darling.” I felt Miles’ harsh glare boring into me. But I didn’t care. I couldn’t lie any longer.

“But big brother likes you so-o-o much! How could you hate him?” Flora cried. Miles knelt down and wrapped his arms around her, enveloping her in a hug.

“Your brother’s a psychopath, Flora,” I retorted coldly.

I rose to my feet and walked around them. I stepped up the stairs angrily. Mrs. Grose called my name, but I ignored her. That asshole of a woman wouldn’t help me in any way, shape, or form so I wouldn’t pay her any heed.

I walked right inside. Even though I’d been gone a few days, I still remembered the path to my room. I wanted to forget everything about this place, not end up right here again. Up the stairs, down the hallway, turn right, third door on the left.

When I entered, the room was untouched, except for the fact that the blankets were recovered and the window was… barred off. I trembled at the sight. I locked the door behind me and collapsed n the plush bed. I didn’t miss an inch of this place. Especially this room that might as well count as a prison cell.

During various parts of the day, people came and went. They knocked on the door, but it yielded no response. They banged and shouted, but I did not react. I barely moved, except to position myself in a way so that I could see the shifting sun. Inch by inch, hour by hour, it had disappeared under the horizon and I was left in a shadowy, haunted room.

I envied the sun. It came and went as it pleased.

“Y/n, open the door,” Miles’ muffled voice came. “Open the door or I’ll unlock it myself.”

The blankets bunched under my finger nails and my eyes fluttered shut. Let him try.

A minute passed, and I was perplexed by the sound of the doorknob being messed with. I tried my best not to turn and look, worried that he’d be standing there if I did. But, without a doubt in my mind, the door was being opened.

Miles footsteps echoed in the large bedroom. Aggressively, too. He circled me. My gaze followed his tense figure as his eyes bore into me. My heart rate accelerated due to habit. My knuckles grew paler by the second. He was a vulture circling his prey. Unpredictable. Violent.

It was almost surprising how, instead of straddling me to the bed, he plopped next to me.

“I can’t believe you tried to leave me,” he stated blankly. He grabbed my hand and played with my fingers, his grip tight. “Why?”

“You’re delusional if you don’t know,” I sighed. "I’m eighteen, Miles. I’m free to do what I want. Let me live my own life.”

“No!” he shouted. I shuddered. “You told me I can choose my own family. I choose you. I’m not letting you leave me like everyone else!”

“I hate you,” I fired back.

“I love you.”

“I hate you.”

“I love you.”

I turned on my side as much as I could, tired and weary. My eyes glistened with invisible tears. I felt Miles from behind, laying down beside me. His arm draped itself around my waist and he breathed down my neck. His chest felt warm against my back, and I became aware of every inhale he made.

“Please love me,” he whispered huskily. “I’ll do anything if you’d just stay with me.”

“And I’d do anything for you to let me go.”

He brushed the hair away from my neck. I felt his lips sliding against my skin, sucking and kissing. I made no noise of acknowledgement as he abused me with affection. His hand slid under my shirt, drawing circles on my bare waist.

“I’m never letting you go.”

[hopelesswritergall]

Do you mind writing headcanons of being finn wolfhard’s twin sister?

I got 2 requests so I combined them together.

Hope you liked it

The second was: Can u write anything about being Finn Wolfhard's sister?

I can see you being the younger twin and him not letting you forget about that part. Never. You guys will be arguing about who gets to pick the cartoons to watch and he'll always use that card even when you are just seven years old. "No Finn, I want to watch My Little Pony", you said while trying to get the controller from his hands. "No I want to watch Transformers Y/N!", he said while clinging onto the controller for dear life. "Mom said I get to pick because I'm older Y/N!" "Not fair!" Eventually, you also watched My Little Pony because he secretly also liked it.

Despite the age difference being only 2 hours or so he is definitely protective over you.

You are the twins that do not need to talk with each other to know what the other is thinking. Twin bond!

Whenever you were in class you would just look at him and he knew what to do.

Dating is another thing. If one of you doesn't approve or says the person the other dates is rude. It will be over. ( I just picture this.) Because intuition I guess.

It can get a bit sad though if you aren't famous.

Always being away from your platonic soulmate for a very very long time, him coming home and leaving the next month again.

And your guy's birthday.......

If you are being kept from the spotlight for safety nobody would really know. If you are famous but not really as big. It might be sad when your fans forget that you and Finn are twins. He however never forgot, except one time but that would be rather forgotten by both of you...... ( I could do a fic about this is you want!)

This is all for the time being I will continue when I have the energy and feel like continuing this request