leighbaye

[leighbaye]

hi! my first request ever so I hope this sounds right. pretty similar to a dream with a cheerleader only with lucas sinclair (nobody writes for him 💔) and he makes excuses to talk to her in between practices since he has more of an advantage to talk to her as a basketball player, until he eventually gets the courage to ask her out 😭.

another ps this is just a suggestion prompt because nobody writes for lucas, love ur writing!

SLIM PICKINS

written by mina leigh ୨ৎ , lucas sinclair 𝔁 f! reader | wc 800

synopsis. after feeling conflicted when multiple boys have showed their undeniable interest in her, winning her affection but knowing deep down she doesn’t like them deep down. lucas goes above and beyond to prove he isn’t like the others.

labels. basketball bf + cheerleader gf, she/her & y/n used, soft feminine reader, delicate and dainty reader, shy reader, happy go lucky reader. lucas’s point of view!

warnings. mild second hand embarrassment

it’s honestly embarrassing how long i stand behind the water fountain pretending to refill my bottle when i’m just … waiting. waiting for her.

y/n.

she’s standing with the other girls near the bleachers, twisting a strand of her hair around her finger while she giggles at something one of them said. her skirt sways a little when she shifts her weight, and i swear — i’ve never seen someone look that … soft. like if you touched her, she’d disappear into flower petals or something.

i’ve seen her turn down three guys this week. three. and every time, she does it with this sweet, apologetic little smile that makes me think she probably went home and cried about hurting their feelings. i don’t know why anyone would want to hurt her in the first place.

she deserves someone who sees her. really sees her.

and i do. i see everything.

i see how she cuts her strawberries during lunch with this tiny plastic knife and offering them to her friends, even if they had their own food. i see the way she always carries two hair ties just in case a friend needs one. i see how she tries to be brave when coach yells during warmups, even though she’s shaking.

i know i sound down bad. maybe i am.

then again, who wouldn’t be? it’s y/n, cmon ..

but i’ve got an advantage. basketball practice happens at the same time as cheer. i get to see her stretch, warm up, laugh, tumble. i get to wave when we pass in the halls. i get to be … near.

i take another sip from my already - full bottle and start walking toward the bleachers. my heart’s thudding like i’ve just finished a game.

❝hey,❞ i say, casual as i can manage, slinging my towel over my shoulder. ❝that stunt you nailed earlier? insane. you, uh flew.❞

i tried shooting it nonchalantly but i wouldn’t know if it sounded like it.

she turns around and looks at me with those big, sparkly eyes, and for a second i forget how to breathe.

❝really?❞ she says, cheeks warming, lips glossy and pink. ❝i didn’t think anyone noticed.❞

i shrug like it’s no big deal, but my palms are sweating. ❝yeah. i mean, i notice. you’re always good. like — seriously. everyone thinks so.❞

she smiles shyly and tucks a piece of hair behind her ear. i see the little heart-shaped locket she always wears glint in the gym lights, and i wonder if there’s a picture of someone else in it. a friend. a brother. her pet, a boyfriend. god, please not a boyfriend.

❝thanks, lucas.❞

i hear my name in her voice and feel like the sun could burst out of my chest.

this is better than hitting a layup on my opponent on the court

then, silence. awkward silence.

i almost chicken out. almost say ❝see you❞ and walk away, but then i remember the other guys. the ones who only wanted her because she’s pretty. the ones she turned down because they didn’t get her.

i take a breath. it’s now or never.

❝y/n—❞

she blinks up at me.

❝can i ask you something?❞

❝sure.❞

❝i’m not like … those other guys, okay? the ones who ask you out just ‘cause you’re on the team or ‘cause you’re pretty. i mean, you are pretty — like really pretty — but i just mean, i see you. i like the way you always smell like peaches. and how your nails match your binder. and how you always clap for everyone on your team, even if they mess up. ❞

she laughs softly, looking down. her blush is deeper now.

deeper than the shade she applied on her face beforehand.

❝i guess what i’m saying is, i’d really like to take you out. just us. something simple. milkshakes after school or whatever you like.❞

her eyes meet mine again, wide and shiny, and she gives me this little nod.

❝i’d like that,❞ she says, voice almost a whisper.

❝especially with someone like you.❞

my whole chest exhales.

and right then, even with whistles blowing and guys yelling from across the court, everything goes quiet in my head.

just me. and her. and the promise of something real.

© MINA LEIGH 2025 - 2026

as promised to anonymous ♡

[leighbaye]

hii !! i was wondering if we could have more mike x cheerleader!r? thanks!💌

YOUR PRESENCE IS FELT

written by mina leigh ୨ৎ , mike wheeler 𝔁 f! reader | wc 800

synopsis. mike being in awe of his girlfriend’s space. mike’s point of view.

labels. loser bf + cheerleader gf troupe, she/her & y/n used, soft feminine reader, delicate & dainty reader, shy reader, happy go lucky reader.

warnings. n/a

i’d never been inside her room before.

i’d seen it from the hallway — the soft yellow light spilling out from the crack of the door, her muffled voice humming along to whatever record she had on. i always wondered what it looked like in there.

today, she finally let me in.

❝just gimme two minutes, i need to get out of this skirt or i’ll die,❞ she said in her usual sweet rush, cheeks flushed from walking home in the heat. she left the door open behind her, soft pats of her feet touching the ground as she walked into the bathroom.

and suddenly i was just … standing there.

alone in her room.

it felt like walking into nancy’s room? just except this time i wasn’t getting yelled at to get out.

every inch of it had her name written on it. it wasn’t just a bedroom — it was her. it smelled like vanilla hand crème and lip gloss and something light and fruity. the kind of scent that lingered on my hoodie after she borrowed it last week.

my eyes moved slowly, taking it all in. there was a shelf lined with tiny trinkets — a blonde bunny, a glittery snow globe, a heart-shaped dish overflowing with rings and earrings. above her bed, a record was spinning — one of the oldies she said reminded her of her mom’s car rides.

the oldie being coney island baby by the excellents.

but what got me the most were the little things.

the soft stuffed kitten in the corner that i won for her at the county fair last fall, still wearing the laced yellow ribbon she tied around its neck. the mixtape i made her, tucked next to her record player like it belonged there. the sketch i drew of her during a boring math class, pinned right above her mirror, with a tiny ❝i love you ♡❞ scribbled under my shaky linework. next to it a picture of us at my house, on home coming night.

i didn’t know my mom gave that photo to her, did she have to ask to keep it?

i hadn’t realized how much of me she kept around.

it made my chest feel warm. like i mattered. like somehow, in this space so full of lace and pink and soft things, i wasn’t out of place.

even her books — well-worn, highlighted, covered in post-it notes sticking out with little comments in her loopy handwriting. one of them said ❝this made me think of you❞ and i swear to god i almost melted right there.

i moved closer to her vanity. it was covered in lipsticks, sparkly palettes, delicate perfume bottles. i spotted the one she wore on our first date — the one i told her made her smell like peach sorbet and summer. i watched her pick it up in the drugstore, smile like it was no big deal, but now it sat here, front and center.

my eyes landed on a small polaroid taped to the mirror’s corner. it was of me — eyes closed, mid-laugh, her glittery nails holding the camera. she’d never shown me that one.

i heard the door creak and turned. there she was — in a butter yellow matching sleep set, cheeks pink from scrubbing off makeup, her hair down and impressively voluminous — after having it in a high pony all day. she looked so … her. softer than ever.

she looked around nervously. ❝sorry, it’s kinda messy,❞ she said.

i smiled. ❝it’s perfect.❞

she tucked herself under my arm, warm and smelling like shampoo. i held her close, eyes still scanning the room behind her — the way the sunlight hit the silky fabric on her curtains, the way her pillow had the tiniest lipstick stain, the way her slippers were tucked underneath her bed.

this was her place. and somehow, she’d let me be part of it.

i don’t know what i expected. something more typical, maybe. but y/n had never been typical. she was soft edges and loud laughter, a enthusiast of pink lace, ballet flats and tights, someone who looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered.

and now i got to sit on her bed, in her world, and feel what it was like to be loved by her.

and god, it felt like home. it is now home.

© MINA LEIGH 2025 - 2026

as promised, @rosiemain ♡

[leighbaye]

thank you to my lovely mutual natt for the tag ♡

npt : @bebegi @gracie-wheeler @fikesyd & anyone of my followers

ִֶָ ☾. ִֶָ — tag game!!

let pinterest describe you to its best abilities and share how accurate you believe it is!! use the first picture that pops up!!

first search “aesthetic”, then “character”, and lastly “me”

thank you for the tags @dearmisshoney @riddlesrizzler 🖤

aesthetic ⋆ character ⋆ me

npt: @obsessedwithceleste @pizzaapeteer @godricgryffinsnore @draco-malfoys-lovergirl @redeemingvillains

[leighbaye]

THE BOY WHO WOULDN’T SAY HI

written by mina leigh ୨ৎ , mike wheeler 𝔁 f! reader | wc 800

synopsis. y/n finally tells lucas about her crush on mike wheeler. lucas — shocked, thrilled, and determined to fix his best friend’s life — delivers the news to mike, who … panics. now mike’s dodging y/n like his life depends on it. confused and hurt, y/n tries to let go. but lucas, max, and dustin have other plans

labels. hellfire mike x cheerleader reader, loser boy + popular girl troupe, soft feminine reader, shy reader, happy go lucky reader.

warnings. light angst, mutual pining, miscommunication, brief emotional hurt/comfort.

you weren’t supposed to like mike wheeler.

not because he wasn’t likable — god no, he was too likable. too kind. too smart. too thoughtful in the ways only someone as soft and awkward as him could be.

but you? you were the bubbly cheerleader who shared her water with her cheerleader friends who forgot theirs and had a locker full of pink gel pens and birthday cake lip balm. you weren’t supposed to fall for the tall, lanky boy who wore fingerless gloves in june and talked about dungeons & dragons like it was a religion.

and yet.

you did.

so one day — just after sixth period, still in your cheer uniform, hands clutching the strap of your backpack like it was keeping you alive — you told lucas.

❝you like mike?❞ he blinked, mouth full of peanut butter reese’s.

you nodded, cheeks burning. ❝i think i have for a while.❞

his reaction was a combination of a cough, a squeak, and a half-choked yell.

❝lucas, oh my god—❞

❝no, no, this is great! this is—this changes everything!❞

and you laughed, nervous and sweet, because lucas made it easy to say things you couldn’t say to anyone else.

mike stared at the floor like it had personally insulted him.

❝she—she said that?❞

lucas nodded. ❝y/n. the y/n you refuse to look at even though you clearly like her back.❞

❝i don’t—❞

lucas clicked his tongue.

❝okay maybe i do but it doesn’t matter because she’s like—she’s her. and i’m me. and she probably only said that to be nice or something.❞

❝that’s not how crushes work, dude.❞

❝but what if i mess it up?❞ mike groaned, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes. ❝what if i say something stupid and she realizes she made a mistake and regrets everything and never speaks to me again?❞

❝so your plan is to… not speak to her? ever?❞

mike didn’t answer.

lucas sighed.

you noticed.

how he turned corners when you walked toward him.

how he laughed with dustin until you entered the room and then suddenly went silent.

how he looked anywhere but at you — like your face was a solar eclipse, and he didn’t want to burn out.

and it hurt. not in the dramatic heartbreak way. more like a quiet ache in your chest that you kept trying to brush off.

maybe you’d read it wrong.

maybe it was just a nice conversation with lucas. a temporary rush of courage and hope.

maybe mike didn’t like you back after all.

you sat on the steps outside the gym after practice, your hair still tied in a half-hearted ponytail, your water bottle resting beside you. you watched the sky turn pink.

then max plopped down beside you.

❝he’s a dumbass.❞

❝…huh?❞

❝mike.❞ she glanced at you. ❝i overheard lucas and dustin talking. he thinks you’re too good for him, so he’s been avoiding you to protect his fragile ego or whatever.❞

you blinked. ❝so he does like me?❞

❝oh my god. yes. obviously. you should hear the way he talks about you when you’re not around.❞

❝then why—❞

❝because he’s mike. and mike is, like, i don’t know he’s just mike.❞

later that night, you opened your locker to find a note folded into a triangle. written in messy blue pen:

meet me at the bleachers. please. - mike

you debated it.

for five seconds.

ultimately you obliged.

he was pacing when you got there.

his eyes went wide when he saw you. ❝hi.❞

you smiled, small but real. ❝hi.❞

then silence.

❝i’m sorry,❞ he blurted.

you knew why he was apologizing but you proceeded without thinking.

you tilted your head. ❝for what?❞

❝for being… a total idiot. and avoiding you. and not saying anything. and making you think i didn’t like you back—❞

❝mike—❞

❝—and not telling you sooner that i’ve liked you since, like, forever.❞

you blinked. ❝you have?❞

he nodded, hands flailing. ❝yes. i just—i didn’t think you’d ever feel the same way. and then lucas told me and i freaked out and then i just—❞

you stepped closer. ❝you hurt my feelings.❞

❝you are aware of that, right?❞

he froze. ❝i know. and i hate that. i didn’t mean to, i swear. i was just scared.❞

you smiled, sad and soft. ❝me too.❞

he looked at you.

❝do you forgive me?❞ he asked, quiet.

you reached out, your pinky brushing his. ❝if you promise to say hi next time.❞

he grinned, sheepish. ❝hi.❞

you laughed, and suddenly his hand was in yours.

and just like that, the ache in your chest faded.

© MINA LEIGH 2024 - 2025

[leighbaye]

um can you do more mike x cheerleader reader ?

😓

mike & cheerleader girlfriend headcannons ୨ৎ

labels. happy go lucky reader, hyper feminine reader, popular girl, she/her pronouns used, y/n used, mentions of cheer practice & school dynamics.

reader’s vibe. soft pinks, lip gloss & lace, satin bows, sweet perfume, sparkly nails, dainty aesthetic ♡

warnings. fluff, soft!mike & lowercase text

✿ you always show up to school in soft cardigans, matching barrettes, and glossy lips that smell like strawberries. mike is absolutely gone for you.

✿ you’re soft-spoken around others, but when it’s just you and mike, you get a little giggly and playful. he lives for it.

❝ you’re blushing. ❞

❝ no i’m not, stop looking. ❞

❝ i always look. ❞

✿ you handwrite him letters just because. on pink stationery. seeped in gel pen. he keeps them all in a shoebox under his bed.

✿ you painted his nails once — just soft baby pink on one hand — and he wore it to school the next day like it was nothing.

✿ he walks you to class with your books, carries your cheer bag when it’s heavy, and once helped you tie your ribbon bow when your hands were full. he’s awkward about it, but he tries his best. it looked all lopsided and droopy but your boyfriend tried and that was what mattered.

✿ you made him a keychain with your initials on it and attached a tiny bow to it. he put it on his backpack and refused to take it off even when lucas joked about it.

✿ when you cry — even over something small — he panics.

❝ what happened? ❞

and you’re like ❝ i smudged my eyeliner! ❞

✿ he compliments your outfits every single day.

❝ wow look at you! ❞

❝ you’re glowing. like literally. ❞

❝ is that new lip gloss? ❞ he tried to kiss it off.

✿ he keeps a tiny polaroid of you in his wallet — one where you’re holding a vanilla milkshake and blowing a kiss at the camera.

✿ you once fell asleep in his lap wearing your cheer uniform and he legit didn’t move for 45 minutes because he didn’t want to wake you.

his legs went numb but he didn’t care.

✿ your room smells like strawberry lotion and there’s always soft music playing in the background. when mike visits, he sits on your bed stiffly like he’s afraid to break something.

✿ when you cheer at games, mike can’t focus on anything but you. he doesn’t even know if hawkins wins or loses half the time

✿ you buy him a pinky ring to match your charm bracelet.

people tease him — he doesn’t care.

❝ she gave it to me. so. ❞

✿ you sit next to each other in english class

mike almost died when the teacher made it alphabetical and your last names lined up.

one time you reached under the desk to hold his hand and he accidentally knocked over his pencil case in pure panic.

✿ he’s not super into pda … unless it’s you.

he always walks you to class and holds your hand, even if it’s sweaty or he’s holding his dnd binder with the other.

✿ your couple photo is you kissing his cheek while he’s blushing down to his neck.

he has one arm around your waist, stiff but sweet.

[leighbaye]

ur sixteen but writing 18+ content?

yeah i don’t know what went through my mind but i know for a fact i won’t do it again because to give the benefit of the doubt i’m obviously not experienced so i won’t write anything of the sort anymore whatsoever. not only that but i find it difficult maybe for the first reason i listed before, first time and last time lol not necessarily a valid point but still worth to write it out for people to see

[leighbaye]

haiiii!!! so ik it's kinda random but could u write some finn wolfhard x fem!reader smut??? like they being an ex-couple but having to reunite due to a cruise that they had already paid for their honeymoon and which had no refunds (ofc); at first there would be tension and reluctance but they end up confessing how much they miss feeling each other ykkk

hey sorry i dont write for real genuine actors and celebrities and i apologize because i didnt specify that in my rules even though i thought i did 

[leighbaye]

— SO HIGH, BREATHE ON ME

written by mina leigh ୨ৎ , nate jacobs 𝔁 f! reader | wc 3000+

summary. after the heated argument between maddy and nate in the hot tub, on her birthday, you needed to have a smoke break. assuming nate left you ran into the bathroom with him in there. the situation that occurred before irking him, tension was thick, speeding up your heartbeat. he put it on himself to relieve your stress.

labels. manipulative nate, nate is obsessed with you. oblivious shy reader, hyper feminine reader, slight intoxicated reader. sexually repressed nate & reader. use of y/n.

additional tags. handjob, vaginal fingering, slight boobplay, male ejaculation, squirting

warnings. tension, manipulation, suggestive themes, emotional intensity, smoking, strong language. VIEWER DISCRESTION IS ADVISED

‧₊˚ ୨୧ mina speaks. based on season two, episode four. this idea came up after the official announcement of season 3. im extremely sorry for delaying this for absolutely no reason.

the night was suffocating, the air heavy with chlorine, sweat, and the lingering scent of cheap body spray. maddy’s birthday party was nothing short of a disaster, and you needed a break — needed to get away from the chaos, the screaming match that erupted in the hot tub, nate’s deep voice cutting through the night like a blade.

you felt secondhand embarrassment for maddy, but also for yourself. sitting there, pretending not to be affected, pretending like you didn’t feel the tension radiating off nate in waves. your heart pounded every time his voice raised, every time his jaw clenched. it was like watching a train wreck in slow motion, unable to look away.

so you did what you always did when the pressure got to be too much — you slipped away, a pre - roll case in hand, heading toward the upstairs bathroom. nobody really came up here, and the balcony attached to the room made for the perfect hiding spot.

pushing the door open, you barely had time to react before you realized someone was already in there.

nate.

he was standing in front of the mirror, hands gripping the sink so hard his knuckles were white. his reflection stared back at him with that unreadable expression, eyes dark, jaw tight, muscles tensed beneath his damp shirt. he looked like he was trying to keep himself from breaking something.

your breath hitched, fingers tightening around your personalized pre- roll case. ❝ i — i didn’t know anyone was in here. ❞

goosebumps littered your body as drops of chlorine rolled down your skin from your bathing suit.

he didn’t move, didn’t acknowledge your presence at first. just let out a slow, controlled exhale before finally turning his head toward you, eyes dragging over your frame like a slow burn.

❝ you smoke? ❞ his voice was quieter now, rough, still laced with irritation from earlier.

you nodded, shifting uncomfortably under his gaze. ❝ a little, yeah… ❞

his lips twitched, like he wanted to smirk but couldn’t quite bring himself to. instead, he pushed off the sink and took a step toward you, then another, until he was too close, until the scent of his cologne mixed with chlorine made your head spin.

❝ and you need to clear your head now? ❞

your throat felt tight. ❝ yeah. ❞

he hummed, eyes scanning your face, lingering on your lips before flickering back up. he wasn’t touching you, but you felt it anyway — the weight of his presence pressing against you, making your knees weak.

he was eyefucking you.

❝ guess you’re not as innocent as you look, ❞ he murmured, voice dipping lower, almost taunting.

your stomach flipped. nate always did this — talked to you like he knew something you didn’t, like he could see through you, past the sweet smiles and shy glances.

you swallowed hard, glancing away. ❝ everyone has their vices. ❞

his chuckle was dark, humorless. ❝ yeah. ❞

silence stretched between you, thick and suffocating. you weren’t sure why you weren’t leaving, why your feet stayed planted even as your brain screamed at you to move.

maybe it was the way he was looking at you.

maybe it was the way you wanted him to.

he reached out then, slow and deliberate, plucking the case from your fingers. he turned it over in his hand, studying it, before pulling one out and tucking it between his lips.

❝ you got a light? ❞

you hesitated, then pulled a lighter from your purse, flipping it open with shaky fingers. he leaned in, lips brushing the tip of the joint, eyes locked on yours.

heat rises in your cheeks, your voluminous eyelashes fluttering as the tried to get you to blink.

the flame flickered to life, catching the end, and for a moment, you swore your fingers grazed his jaw — just barely, just enough to feel the heat of his skin.

he inhaled deeply, then pulled back, exhaling a slow stream of smoke before holding the joint out to you.

you hesitated, then took it, placing it between your lips, decorated with your lip combo. your sparkly lipgloss illuminating under the iridescent light. tasting the remains of him on the tips of the rolling paper.

his eyes darkened.

❝ y’know, ❞ he said, voice lazy, edged with something dangerous, ❝ you’re kinda cute when you’re nervous. ❞

❝ you smell great too. ❞

your heart stuttered. ❝ i — i’m not — ❞ completely ignoring the compliment.

❝ yeah, you are. ❞

he moved closer again, until your back was against the door, until his fingers were ghosting over your wrist, barely touching but enough to make your skin tingle.

❝ nate — ❞

❝ what? ❞

your breath hitched. you didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to respond to the way he was looking at you — like he was sizing you up, figuring out how much space you’d let him take before you’d finally push back.

but you didn’t push back.

and he knew that.

his hand brushed your waist, slow, calculated, fingertips pressing just enough to make you shiver.

❝ i - i just needed a smoke, ❞ you whispered, voice barely audible.

he smirked then, finally, tilting his head.

❝ yeah? ❞

his hand trailed higher, thumb brushing against the hem of your top, teasing, like he was testing the waters.

❝ then why aren’t you stopping me? ❞

your pulse was pounding, heat spreading up your neck.

you didn’t have an answer.

because he was right.

because you didn’t want to.

nate’s brows knit for a moment, as if contemplating something.

❝ i’d like to try something that might help. ❞

that alone would’ve made you run out of the bathroom and just go home. from him of course.

but that didn’t explain why your heart was racing.

he grabbed you without warning, and you sucked in a breath, surprised. you covered it by clearing your throat, looking away. something nerve racking had crawled its way up into your chest. something that made your stomach twist.

you weren’t uncomfortable, you were simply nervous.

nate hummed quietly, as he positioned you. your back resting against his damp shirt. it was a wet but warm yet overly sensory feeling.

he began tracing your swim bralette. long fingers passing over the straps, the ribbon tied in the sides that prevented you flashing your tits in front of him. he cupped them in his hands and groped them.

you let out a gasp. your eyes instantly shutting as you placed your delicate hand on his right one. gripping it tight, but not to tight for him to stop caressing.

your fresh new set of nails on top of his finger joints itself got you aroused.

with less pressure, he repeated the same motion to soothe out the tension.

❝ feels good? ❞ he asks in a soft chuckle.

you nodded, not necessarily trusting your voice since it’d betrayed you not more than a moment ago. nate was more attentive than he expected, the immediate concern followed by quick correction. he was highly focused, his slightly chewed bottom lip flushed slightly from the pressure between his teeth, his brows furrowed slightly as he navigated around your boobs.

it was nice, the effort and care.

now you had a fairy clear idea of why your heart was racing so fast.

you were getting horny.

nates’s posture became rigid. but he smirked.

❝ can i go further? ❞

❝ i d-don’t know.. i just don’t you to feel like you have to. ❞

nate had zero reason to refuse. he did kinda want this. he very much would like those hands back on your sexy skin.

nate made his way back towards you, heart nearly beating out of his chest.

but you didn’t and wouldn’t ever know he felt that way.

nate quickly shifted into gear, hands confident in their movements as they fell on your body again. unsure what to do with your own, you kept your hands pressed against either side of yourself .

you focused on your breathing, as it’d started to become labored and quick as nate worked to unfasten your top . when undone and dropped to the ground, nate reached your hardened nipples.

you let our another gasp, one of pleasure.

❝ y/n relax. ❞ nate said, pulling you out of your head immediately. he retracted his hands. “❝ we don’t have to do this. ❞

❝ n-no! i want to! im trying to relax... ❞

nate’s gaze flickered between a few things, your eyes and clearly not relaxed face, to your bare chest, up up to your face before landing her lips. your heart heart skipped a beat.

❝ would it help if i kissed you? ❞

right. most people would have kissed before engaging in any activity even remotely similar to this. that might help.

even if that was with nate, too.

you trusted nate. atleast in the heat of the moment.

❝ i think so, ❞ you replied in what wasn’t meant to be a whisper, but your breathlessness barely carried the words. you swore you saw his breath hitch. with a short, half assed nod, nate shuffled closer. the position was a little awkward.

there was a pause till nate pressed his hand behind your back while the other locked the door. leading you to the toilet as he sat.

seemingly realizing it too, you shifted. you moved with slightly less certainty as before into nate’s lap. with a knee on either side of his thighs, you were straddling him. despite how uncomfortable it was.

the slight pressure of you on top of him like this, with blown out pupils looking back at him, made it nearly impossible to breathe. you swallowed something scratchy and thick in his throat as nate leaned in and captured your lips in a plush, nearly chaste kiss.

even expecting it, you sucked in a sharp intake of breath when they met. It flooded his nose with the scent of nate’s skin and a now barely - noticeable scent of chlorine. your lips were soft, so, so soft against his.

and it was over all too soon.

❝ i-im sorry nate.. i just can’t believe this is happening, ❞ you pulled back jarringly fast, one of your hands moving up to cup over your mouth. a prickle of panic washed through you . was it bad? it did not feel bad to you.

your shoulders started to shake slightly, the corners of your lips quivering.

you hadn’t noticed nate had leaned back in until he was caught in yet another kiss. It was more confident.

a soft, warm hand came to caress the side of your face, pulling you closer, as nate deepened the kiss. just as before, it took a minute to feel out the movements, but it wasn’t long until you lost yourself in the feeling, head fuzzy from this intimate touch.

he was enjoying it as much as you were, that he hadn’t even registered your hand had started pulling down his swimshorts, until the heel of your palm pressed against his cock.

pressing your hand down harder and capturing his lips once more. nate relaxed, letting the cool wall behind him take his weight. your tongue was against his again, unbelievably warm and soft. he tried to focus on the kiss.

you continued palming over nate’s still clothed cock, incredibly sensitive from what was suffocating minutes of neglect. it had never felt like this on his own before. body all hot and bothered, mind in a hazy cloud, blood pumping hard and steady. his stress and tension forgotten, replaced by searing heat which was rapidly building.

very rapidly building into something he easily recognized.

nate panicked.

❝wait,❞ he reared back from the kiss and snatched your wrist, forcing you to stop. wide, nate as panicked eyes bore back into him. Tenya was quick to explain through his labored breaths, trying to will the feeling away. ❝i was about to …❞

nate swore his heart skipped multiple beats at the sight, leaping in his chest before falling right back into its rapid, electrified rhythm.

nate was so not ready for this to be over yet, he cautiously brought his hands to either side of your hips where you were still straddling him. it was your time to freeze, stilling beneath the touch with a shaky breath.

you were still aroused.

you had remained still for a brief, tense moment before you expelled a long breath and slouched forward, letting you forehead rest against nate’s chest. ❝please,❞ you whispered at the tail end of his breath.

nate’s pulse hammered hard and fast, equally terrified and desperate to feel your soft, visibly smooth, skin. despite the buzzing beneath the surface, his hands thankfully weren’t shaking as he felt the fabric of your swim panties. he followed the same order you had done to him, unfastening the ribbon straps, and finally dragging the top down. you gasped into the crook of his neck, his warm breath making you shiver. you nodded into his shoulder, shifting his hips closer as if to urge him along.

encouraged from the soft sound, nate slowly let out a schooled breath as he followed through, he caressed his hand on your heat, warm and smooth like putty on his hand.

you moaned softly, somewhat muffled now. one of you hands had found the back of nate’s neck, the other kept himself steady on his shoulder.

nate settled on a gentle, steady, but firm pressure as he lifted and separated your folds, pulling further sounds out of the girl on top of him. you were always down to earth, but with you so near, nate could make out even the hitch of your breath. your sighs and gasps morphed into needier moans when he increased the pace.

you keened and suddenly pushed yourself back upright. your lips were parted and panting, and you completely tugged nate’s waistband down. without warning, you wrapped a hand around nate’s forgotten arousal.

the pleasure that shot through him, equally as unexpected and intense, pulled a low, strewn out sound from his chest.

it was echoed by you as nate had unintentionally flicked your clit.

but the rapidly building feeling from earlier returned with full force, pulling nate right to the edge in seconds.

your grip and pace increased around him and nate choked on a groan and his orgasm slammed through him. a piercing wave of pleasure shocked his system, something unlike he’d ever experienced on his own, with maddy, or with cassie, as he came over your still pumping fist.

his pace faltered as he felt nothing but light for a mere moment until your head dropped, watching half-lidded as you canted your hips into nate’s hands, urging him to continue.

❝n-nate,❞ you started, eyes squeezed closed, brows knit in pleasure as soon as he resumed the fervent pace. your lips were bitten red and raw as breathless words poured out. ❝n-nate, i like you … i really really l-like you!❞

your forehead fell to nate’s shoulder again with a sharp, keening sound.

feeling as if you were slick and coated in you juices, he stuck in two fingers without even realizing.

❝feels g-good …❞ you whimper out, unshed tears of pleasure welling up in your eyes, as he pumped in and out.

that confession alone had him riled up. he wanted you to feel good, just as much as you made him too.

he had to make you orgasm. try to.

nate’s pace in you tightened, partially because of the confession and the desperation to make you come too.

❝me too,❞ nate admitted, breathless and entranced as your body shook and twitched, your own climax finding you immediately. you cursed mindlessly as it coursed through him. your body sagged forward after a moment, pressing his face further into the crook nate’s neck to catch your breath.

damn, he really knows what he’s doing. he is simultaneously fucking you with his middle and index fingers as his thumb rapidly drifts in circular motions and upwards and downwards.

the best combination if you do say so yourself. thinking it actually. feels so much better when someone else is doing it, and when that someone else is nathaniel jacobs.

your voice let out a loud scream of ecstasy, before letting it flood the entire room, nate captured your lips. smashing them onto his. as you squirted all over his pretty hands, trailing down your leg.

nate’s own climax was still recovering, his heart having returned to a nearly-steady rhythm, though still elevated and pounding hard all through him. nate dropped you left softly and brought his clean hand up and around your shoulders, pulling you closer.

it was a calm, blissful few moments of quiet before the mess they made started to cool, making things sticky and uncomfortable.

he chuckled and pecked you forehead, both cheeks, and your lips, whatever flavored lip product making its way to his lips.

❝want me to eat you out as you finish chiefing that pre - roll?❞

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[leighbaye]

im never writing smut ever again why is it so difficult to do

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im so mad

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nobody asked but im working on coming out with another nate jacobs one - shot

spoiler . . . viewer discretion is advised ୨ৎ

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thanks so much for 200 followers ♡

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— CINNAMON GIRL ᶠⁱⁿᵃˡᵉ

written by mina leigh ୨ৎ , the greases 𝔁 f! reader | wc 1000

summary. features the greasers talking amongst themselves about y/n, how she’s always been a constant presence in their lives, and what she means to them. a few mentions of matteo and charlie, her younger brothers, but the main focus is on y/n’s role in the greaser family.

labels. lighthearted tone, mentions of family and friendship, and reflections on y/n’s impact on each character’s life.

‧₊˚ ୨୧ mina speaks. chapter 8! the last one, this was so much fun to recreate and make it better for my following. this might me the last thing i write for a while. school started back up so ill be mia for a bit. feel free to send requests ♡

darry

❝you know, i always figured y/n would end up like one of those people who quietly fades into the background. but somehow, she’s always there when we need her, without even trying.❞

soda nodded in agreement. ❝yeah, like when things get rough and everyone else is losing their heads, she just … takes over without making a big deal about it.❞

ponyboy

❝she never really asks for anything. she just does what she has to do, and everything feels a little less heavy. i think that’s what gets me the most. she doesn’t need anyone’s validation to do what’s right, and that’s … rare.❞

johnny

❝yeah, it’s like she doesn’t mind putting herself last as long as everyone else is okay. she’s … i don’t know, the kind of person who makes you want to be better just by being around her.❞

two-bit

❝she’s the best at making people laugh when they need it most. i mean, i’m no slouch myself, but y/n? she’s got that knack for knowing when to say something and when to just listen. it’s like she gets us, even when we’re acting like idiots.❞

steve

❝i don’t get how she does it. i’ve seen people go through a lot, but y/n — she never shows the weight of it. it’s like she’s got this inner strength, y’know? she keeps everything together without even breaking a sweat. and it’s not just about her being the “mom” of the group, either. she genuinely cares, and i think that’s what makes her so different.❞

darry

❝yeah. she’s a lot stronger than people give her credit for. i think she has to be. raising her brothers, keeping everyone else in line, and still somehow managing to make us all feel like we matter … she does it all.❞

ponyboy

❝she’s also one of the only people who can get through to me when i’m being… well, me. when i get caught up in my own head, she just knows how to make me talk about it. and it’s not even in a way that feels forced. she just knows how to make me feel heard.❞

two-bit

❝yeah, she’s got this way of making you feel like you matter, when you’re at your worst. i mean, i’ve definitely had my fair share of screw-ups, but every time she talks to me, it’s like i’m not just the guy who tells bad jokes. i’m someone she actually cares about.❞

steve

❝she’s also the only person who can keep soda in check. not that soda’s bad or anything, but y/n just… knows how to get through to him. she makes him feel like he’s got this huge weight on his shoulders, but at the same time, she’s always there to remind him it’s okay to relax sometimes.❞

johnny

❝i think that’s what i like most about her — how she makes everyone feel like they belong. even if we mess up, she doesn’t let us feel like we’re failures. i’ve never felt judged by her. she just accepts us, flaws and all.❞

darry

❝i remember when she first started hanging around with us. it was just me, soda, and ponyboy, and we had our own way of doing things. then y/n showed up, and she … just fit. like she was always supposed to be here. her brothers, matteo and charlie, are a handful, but she’s always got them under control. it’s like she’s got this natural way with kids.❞

soda

❝yeah, she’s like a big sister to us, too. i don’t know how she does it, but she’s always there, always checking in, making sure we’re not getting into too much trouble. and if we do, she’s the one to give us that disappointed look that makes you feel like you’re five years old again.❞

two-bit

❝that’s the thing, though. she’s not just a second mom to us. she’s our friend. someone we can go to when we need to talk, or just … chill, y’know? she’s got this balance that none of us have. she’s one of us, but she’s also someone we can look up to.❞

johnny

❝and she’s always the one who puts everyone else before herself. i’ve seen her stay up late helping matteo with his homework or comforting charlie when he’s had a bad day. i don’t know how she does it, but she’s always there for us.❞

steve

❝she’s a fighter, too. i don’t think anyone’s seen it, but i have. when things get tough, she doesn’t back down. not for a second. i think that’s why i trust her so much. when y/n says she’s got your back, she really means it.❞

darry

❝you know, i think that’s why we all stick together. y/n doesn’t just bring people together, she makes us want to be better. i don’t know how, but she does.❞

two-bit

❝yeah. it’s like, without her, none of us would be the same. we wouldn’t be as tight-knit, as loyal to each other. we wouldn’t be a family.❞

soda

❝y/n’s the glue. she’s the one who holds all of us together, and we wouldn’t have it any other way.���

© MINA LEIGH 2024 - 2025

[leighbaye]

— CINNAMON GIRL ⁷

written by mina leigh ୨ৎ , keith matthews 𝔁 f! reader | wc 1000

summary. two - bit’s perspective on y/n, highlighting her ability to see through his jokester persona and remind him of his worth. through two-bit’s eyes, we see how y/n’s kindness and understanding make her an irreplaceable part of their makeshift family.

labels. two - bit’s point of view.

warnings. lighthearted tone with underlying mentions of insecurity, two - bit’s reflections on his role in the group, and his deep admiration for y/n.

‧₊˚ ୨୧ mina speaks. second to last chapter! thank you everyone for reading all the way to this point! reblogs are very much appreciated! lots of love ♡

most people think i’m all jokes and no depth. and hey, i get it. it’s easier that way — crack a joke, lighten the mood, and nobody asks too many questions. but y/n? she never fell for that act.

she sees right through me, every damn time.

i think the first time i realized how much y/n mattered to me was when we were all hanging out at the curtis house. soda and steve were arguing over some car part, pony was reading, and darry was working on god - knows - what in the kitchen. i was sitting there, flipping through a comic, when y/n came in with her brothers, charlie and matteo.

the second she walked through the door, the whole place felt … brighter. not in a cheesy, lovey-dovey way, ok maybe .. but like she just brought this energy with her that made everything a little better.

❝two-bit,❞ she said, smiling at me. ❝you’re not causing trouble, are you?❞

❝me? trouble?❞ i grinned, holding up my hands. ❝i’m an angel, y/n. pure as the driven snow.❞

she laughed, shaking her head. ❝sure you are.❞

that laugh, man. it’s the kind of laugh that makes you feel like you’ve done something right, even if you’ve been screwing up all day.

y/n gets my humor in a way not many people do. most folks think i’m just trying to be funny for the sake of it, but she knows there’s more to it than that.

one time, i was sitting on the curb outside the dx, cracking jokes with soda while we waited for steve to get off work. y/n showed up, carrying a bag of snacks for her brothers, and sat down next to me.

❝what’s so funny?❞ she asked, tilting her head.

❝just telling soda about the time darry tried to fix that leaky faucet and flooded the kitchen,❞ i said, grinning.

she chuckled, but then her expression softened. ❝you always know how to make people laugh, two-bit. it’s a good thing.❞

i shrugged, leaning back on my hands. ❝somebody’s gotta do it. keeps things from getting too heavy, you know?❞

she didn’t say anything for a minute, just looked at me like she was trying to figure something out.

here she goes again.

❝you know it’s okay to let things be heavy sometimes, right?❞ she said finally, her voice quiet.

i didn’t know how to respond to that, so i just nodded, my throat feeling tighter than it should have.

y/n’s got this way of grounding me, even when i don’t realize i need it. it’s not like she tells me what to do or anything — she just … reminds me that i’m more than the jokes i make.

like the time i got into a fight with some socs. it wasn’t a big deal or anything, but i ended up with a busted lip and a bruise on my cheek. when i showed up at the curtis house, trying to laugh it off, y/n wasn’t having it.

❝two-bit, what happened?❞ she asked, her brow furrowing as she stepped closer.

❝nothing,❞ i said, waving her off. ❝just had a little disagreement with some rich boys, that’s all.❞

she didn’t buy it for a second.

❝sit down,❞ she said, her tone leaving no room for argument.

i sat, mostly because it was y/n and not darry telling me what to do. she grabbed a washcloth and started cleaning up the cut on my lip, her touch gentle but firm.

❝you don’t have to act like it doesn’t hurt, you know,❞ she said after a moment.

❝i’m fine,❞ i muttered, but the way she looked at me made me feel like maybe i wasn’t.

the thing about y/n is, she’s not just kind — she’s smart, too. she knows when to push and when to back off, and she always seems to know exactly what to say.

like the time i was feeling like i didn’t really belong in the group. everyone else had their thing — darry was the leader, soda was the charmer, pony was the brains, and even johnny had this quiet strength about him. me? i was just the guy who made everyone laugh.

i was sitting on the porch, nursing a beer and feeling sorry for myself, when y/n came out and sat down next to me.

❝what’s got you so quiet?❞ she asked, nudging me with her shoulder.

❝nothing,❞ i said, taking a sip of my drink.

❝doesn’t sound like nothing,❞ she replied, her tone light but probing.

i sighed, staring at the ground. ❝sometimes i feel like … i don’t know. like i’m just the clown of the group, you know? like i’m not really good for anything else.❞

she was quiet for a moment, and i braced myself for some kind of pitying response.

❝you know that’s not true, right?❞ she said finally. ❝you’re the heart of this group, two-bit. you keep us all together, even when things get rough.❞

her words hit me harder than i expected, and for once, i didn’t have a joke to make.

❝thanks, y/n,❞ i said quietly, my voice rough.

❝anytime,❞ she replied, her smile soft and genuine.

if you ask me, y/n’s the glue that holds us all together. she’s always there, always making sure we’re okay, even when she’s got her own stuff to deal with.

she’s not just a friend — she’s family. and i’d do anything to make sure she knows that.

© MINA LEIGH 2024 - 2025

. . . prologue darry curtis sodapop curtis ponyboy curtis

dallas winston johnny cade steve randle you’re here! final

[leighbaye]

— CINNAMON GIRL ⁶

written by mina leigh ୨ৎ , steve randle 𝔁 f! reader | wc 1000

summary. steve’s perspective on y/n, showcasing her ability to bring balance to his fiery personality and help him navigate his insecurities. through steve’s eyes, we see how her unwavering support and understanding make her an essential part of their tight-knit group.

labels. steve’s point of view.

warnings. mild language, steve’s frustration with himself and others, and introspection about his place in the group.

there aren’t a lot of people who can put up with me. not really.

don’t get me wrong, i know i’m not the easiest guy to be around. i’ve got a temper, i get loud, and i don’t always think before i say something. most people either give up on me or just ignore me altogether.

but y/n? she’s different.

what a doll she is, truly.

i remember the first time i really noticed her. i mean, i’d seen her around before — she was always hanging out with the curtis boys, watching out for ponyboy or keeping soda in line. but we never really talked much.

it was a hot summer afternoon, and me and soda were in the garage, working on some old junker that barely held itself together. i was getting pissed because the stupid thing wouldn’t start, no matter what i tried.

❝stupid piece of —❞ i yelled, slamming the hood shut and kicking the tire for good measure.

❝you’re gonna break your foot doing that,❞ a soft voice said from behind me.

i turned around, ready to snap at whoever it was, but stopped short when i saw her. y/n was standing there with a glass of lemonade in each hand, her head tilted like she was trying to figure me out.

❝what do you want?❞ i muttered, wiping my hands on a rag.

❝thought you guys might need a break,❞ she said, holding out one of the glasses.

i hesitated for a second before taking it, mumbling a quick thanks. soda grinned, already halfway through his drink.

❝you have a lot of patience.❞ she said after a moment, nodding toward the car.

i snorted. ❝you call this patience? i’ve been cussing at it for the last hour.❞

she smiled, and it wasn’t one of those pitying smiles people give when they think you’re being dramatic. it was like she actually understood.

❝sometimes things don’t work until you stop trying so hard,❞ she said, setting her glass down. ❝maybe you just need to let it sit for a while.❞

i didn’t know what to say to that, so i just went back to fiddling with the engine, her words echoing in my head.

y/n’s got this way of making you feel like you’re not as messed up as you think you are. it’s not like she tries to fix you or anything — she just … gets it.

she really, i mean really does.

that’s something i love about her.

there was this one time when i got into a fight with soda. i don’t even remember what it was about, but i was pissed. i stormed out of the garage and went to cool off in the lot, kicking at rocks and muttering to myself.

a little while later, y/n showed up. she didn’t say anything at first, just sat down next to me and stared up at the sky.

❝you wanna talk about it?❞ she asked after a while.

❝not really,❞ i grumbled, crossing my arms.

she nodded, like that was fine with her.

❝sometimes it’s better to let it out, though,❞ she said quietly.

i sighed, running a hand through my hair. ❝i just … i don’t know. sometimes it feels like soda doesn’t take me seriously, you know? like i’m just his sidekick or something.❞

she turned to look at me, her eyes soft but steady. ❝steve, you’re more than that. soda’s lucky to have you, and he knows it. we all do.❞

her words caught me off guard, and for a second, i didn’t know what to say.

❝you really think so?❞ i asked, my voice quieter than i meant it to be.

she smiled, nudging me lightly with her shoulder. ❝i know so.❞

y/n’s one of the only people who can calm me down when i’m worked up. it’s not like she tells me what to do or anything — she just has this way of making me see things differently.

like when i’m in the middle of a rant about something stupid, she’ll just listen, nodding along until i run out of steam. then she’ll say something simple, like, ❝it sounds like you care a lot about this. that’s not a bad thing, you know.❞

and just like that, i’m not as mad anymore.

i don’t think she knows how much she means to all of us. she’s always there, always helping, but she never asks for anything in return.

there was this one time when we were all hanging out at the curtis house, and darry was stressing over bills or something. y/n just got up, grabbed a broom, and started cleaning without saying a word.

❝you don’t have to do that,❞ darry said, looking up from the kitchen table.

❝i know,❞ she replied, her tone light. ❝but it helps, right?❞

that’s just how she is. always helping, always making things a little easier for everyone else.

sometimes i wonder how she does it. how she can be so … good, even with everything she’s been through.

i mean, she’s got her own brothers to worry about, her own problems to deal with. but she never lets it show. she just keeps going, like she’s got this endless well of strength that the rest of us can only dream of.

if i’m being honest, i don’t think i’d still be around if it wasn’t for y/n. she’s one of the only people who makes me feel like i’m more than just some loudmouth grease monkey.

she sees me. the real me.

and that’s something i’ll never forget.

© MINA LEIGH 2024 - 2025

. . . prologue darry curtis sodapop curtis ponyboy curtis

dallas winston johnny cade you’re here! two - bit matthews