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Spencer Reid x reader fluff!

thank you SO much for the love on my first post, I’m so glad you liked it! Ill be honest, I started this with a completely different plot in mind but, here we are! Enjoy!

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5 days. That’s all it had been, but to him it felt like a lifetime. 

The more he thought about it, he realised, it was the longest you’d ever been apart.

You’d been asked to stay for a week in London with Garcia and Morgan to assist on a case that Emily so lovingly emailed over late last week. 

One minute it simply words on a screen in your inbox, the next you knew you were on a plane over the Atlantic.

Every night you and Spencer had spent as much time as possible on the phone, some evenings only getting 5 minutes but others being hours. But it still wasn’t enough.

You missed him. More than ever.

The case was tough and starting to take its toll on you, it felt never ending and you started to wonder when you’d actually be able to return to the place you called home.

The truth is, London was your actual home. Being born and raised there until your early 20s when you transferred over to the BAU unit and the rest was history.

Yes, it was nice to be back in familiar territories. Moaning about tourists blocking the pavements, stopping every 2 minutes to take photos of a bird sitting on a fence..

 The god awful weather still going strong as you were now on your 5th day of rain, wondering if you would actually see a glimpse of sun before you left.

But home wasn’t London anymore, it was wherever Spencer was. 

And he wasn’t here. 

****

You’d taken the papers back to your hotel room, the sheets all spread across the floor in a disorganised manner yet you still knew where everything was and that worked for you.

You were still in the same clothes that you had put on about 26 hours ago, cold coffee in hand, staring at the black text on the papers as if the answer would just jump out at you if you continued to do so.

Your phone ringing is what brought you out of your trance, letting out a loud yawn before answering it.

“How’s my favourite girl?”

Was all he said and it had you melting, bringing your knees to your chest as you leant back onto the bed.

“Hey Spence” you mumbled back, you could practically hear his smile on the other end of the line forming, just at the sound of your voice. 

“What time is it there?” You added 

“about 2 ish” 

Shit. That meant it was 6am for you, and you didn’t even realise. 

High praise for the blackout curtains in the room I suppose.

“And you’re still awake?” Your voice was sturn

“So are you?” He hit back. Fair play.

“I could’ve just woken up, you don’t know”

But he did. He knew you, sometimes better than you knew yourself.

“This is me you’re talking to baby, do you want me to hang up and ring back so you can see my name on the screen again?” 

Again, you could practically see how he would be sitting. Arm folded across his chest, either book still open in one hand or a hot cup of tea hooked onto his thumb. Smile as big as could be.

“Point taken” you mumbled 

“Tell me about your day” he was quick to respond, you hated yourself for how there was a quick second of the feeling that you couldn’t be bothered. 

You were exhausted and missing him.

You didn’t want to be talking to him over the phone about the same thing you’d been discussing with endless people all day. 

You wanted to be back at home, enveloped in his arms as he pulls you back into him as you try to leave the bed.

Or running your fingers absentmindedly through his hair as he tells you yet another fact about how despite its significance, London was actually the smallest city in the UK.

You missed the little things, you missed him.

“Y/N?” His voice broke the silence as you sighed, words leaving your lips before you had a chance to even process them 

“I miss you, Spencer” 

There was yet another pause, almost a huff coming from his end of the line as he replied

“I miss you too, sweetheart” 

“Spence, honestly I’m drained” you began to ramble 

“I’ve been staring at these same pieces of paper for days, I’m starting to think I’m just wasting their time being here”

He could hear you throw some of the documents onto the floor, bringing your hand to your forehead to relieve some of the tension.

“He’s killed 5 women since I’ve been here Spencer, 5. How useless am I that these women are literally depending on me and here i am, failing them” 

He was hurting, he was hurting because you were hurting. 

“Baby, don’t talk about yourself like that” he assured, you could feel tour bottom lip quiver as the tears formed in your eyes 

“You know they asked you to be over there for a reason, you’re good at your job. You deserve to be there with the best of them and don’t forget that” 

“But I do-“ you tried to cut him off but he was quick to interject “uh uh”

“I will stay on this phone with you until you can tell me you’re good at your job, I don’t care how long it takes, Y/N. I want to hear you say it”

“What about if I don’t say if, just to get you to stay on the phone with me?” You lightly chuckled, heart fluttering as you hear his huff of laughter you so dearly missed.

“I mean, I have to be on the jet in 6 hours so if you’re happy for the whole team to hear our conversation then that works for me”

“Spence, I just feel as though I’m losing my mind. Tell me what I’m missing” you almost pleaded, knowing that if he was here he probably would have this case solved by now and back on the plane home. 

“You know the most important thing? Honestly, it’s what I do all the time and it truly does work”

You sat up in hope, waiting to hear his groundbreaking methods of solution.

“Sleep, Y/N”

You huffed, returning to your hunched back, cross legged position of defeat.

“That’s not fair” you scorned, his light laugh flooding through your ears “I thought you were actually about to help” 

“I mean it sweetheart, you can’t give your best to something on no sleep. I’m worried about you and if I can’t be there to look after you, I need to know that you’re looking after you” 

His words hurt, you knew he was worried but never thought he would just come right out and tell you.

“Fine” you huffed, crooking your neck to keep the phone in place at your ear as you start to get undressed.

“I’ll have a quick shower and then I’ll get into  bed” you assured “then I’ll text you in the morning with how many hours sleep I had”

You waited to hear his laugh but there was nothing.

“Can I ju-“ his tone was filled with doubt, like he was second guessing what he was about to say 

You let the line go quiet, waiting for him to finish his thoughts 

“Can I just stay on the phone with you?” 

You felt as though your legs could give way at the pain in his voice, the desperation to just have more time with you had you filling with guilt.

“Of course, Spence”

There was a hum of happiness and content, practically seeing how he slumped back into the headboard of the bed in the comfort of your words

“Why don’t you tell me about your day?” You questioned, giving up on the idea of the shower as you climbed into bed

“Oh! Funny story actually. Hotch had….”

There it was, the voice of such piece and familiarity that you so badly missed. 

He was your home.

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You're Losing Me ~Simon Riley Imagine~

Summary: Simon falls in love with Johnny, only to unintentionally hurt you in the process.

Author's Note: This was inspired by @houseofoddballs trauma bond fic they made which got me listening to sad, angsty songs while writing this at work. Also, please let me know if ya'll want a part two for this.

Reader's Pronouns: She/Her

Warnings: MAJOR ANGST, like gut wrenching angst, cheating, unexpected pregnancy, slight happy ending for reader in the end in a way

Side Note: This is a secondary blog. If you comment a question down below, I will not answer since this is not the main blog. Please send the question to my inbox if you want a response back!

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He was your Simon. No one else's. You two had met when he was on leave and fell in love. So by definition, he was yours first. It sounds selfish but when you barely get to see him due to him going on missions on months on end, you'd understand why you want to hold onto him as much as you can.

You watched as your Simon walk in together with Soap once again. This was the third time this week where he had claimed he was busy only to be seen with Soap afterwards.

"Sorry I kept him long, bonnie," Johnny apologized again.

"It's okay. Glad you two had fun," you tell him.

You liked Soap. He was a good guy and he understood what your Simon had to go through during their time in the military. There was nothing wrong with him. Until he and your Simon got closer and closer. You noticed it from the way they interacted with each other.

But you would never say anything to them. You loved Simon. He was everything to you. You trusted him. But you began to notice something between the two. It was obvious even if they were trying to hide it. So if keeping your Simon meant that you had to stay silent, so be it.

“I’m going out,” Simon told you exactly at 5pm. You noticed each time he told you he was going out, it was always at 5pm.

“Again? Simon, I was hoping we can have a date night?” You tell him with a small frown. You couldn’t remember the last time you two had gone on a proper date with each other.

“Sorry love. I already got plans. How about I make it up to you tomorrow yeah? Just the two of us and we can do whatever you want,” Simon offers.

“Okay. That’s fine,” you nodded with a small smile.

“Don’t need to wait up on me,” Simon tells you. You nodded once again before he put on his coat to head out.

“I love you, Simon,” you tell him. Simon stared at you a little with a soft smile. But there was something else in that smile.

“I love you too,” Simon tells you before leaving your shared apartment.

Simon felt guilty. Leaving you alone for a night with Soap. He loved you both but he didn’t know if you’d be okay in getting into a relationship with both him and Soap. Had had to think of you first since you were there for him first before Soap.

“You okay, Lt?” Johnny asked. The two sat in the back of a bar at a booth, sitting next to each other.

“I just feel guilty,” Simon tells him.

“About?”

“I feel like I’m lying to Y/n,” Simon tells him.

“Simon-“

“But as much as I want her, I want you too. I need you both.”

“I’m here for you Simon. And you know she loves you too. I don’t want to hurt her either. She’s a good woman and you both need each other in a way,” Johnny said.

Johnny could at least acknowledge that even though he and Simon loved each other, he didn’t want to hurt you. You were kind and caring. Not to mention you were there first before Johnny.

Simon felt guilty, the more he began to drink with Johnny the guilt began to go away a little. The next thing he knew, he’s waking up next to Johnny naked in Johnny’s bed at four in the morning. Now he was more guilty and had dug his grave.

——

The next day, you knew what he did. And Simon knew that you knew. It wasn’t the fact he came home in the early morning or the silence that made him know that you knew. It was the hickeys on his neck that he didn’t hide. He was too busy to get back home to you first to even look at the hickeies Johnny gave him.

You lied in your bed crying as your heart was broken. Simon sat on the other side of the door, listening to your crying. It broke him or hear you cry. He never meant to hurt you but he did. The mental pain was far worse than the physical pain and he knew it.

“Love, can we talk?” Simon you.

“Ghost, leave me alone please,” you tell him. Simon got up the moment you used his code name. He didn’t want you to see him as Ghost. He was your Simon. Your Simon that you love. He wanted you to know that you didn’t loose him. He was here with you and begging for your forgiveness.

“Love. Please. Don’t call me that. Open the door please,” Simon begged as he tried to open the door.

“Ghost, I need a moment. Please. Just go to Soap if you need to,” you tell him, still hurt from what you saw this morning.

Simon’s heart broke from your words. Yes he was in love with Johnny but he didn’t want to run to Johnny whenever you two had a problem. Even before Johnny you two were able to work things out whenever you had a fight. But this was different. You didn’t use his code name in anger like you would do.

You used his code name as if you didn’t recognize him anymore.

“I’m not going anywhere. I’ll stay here until you’re ready to talk,” Simon tells you before walking to the living room.

You didn’t come out of the room till 9pm. When you walked out, you saw Simon sitting on the couch with red eyes. He looked over at you as you looked worse than he did. He got up before getting on his knees in front of you. You had never seen him this vulnerable before.

“Love, I’m sorry. Please, I’m sorry. I’ll do anything. Please,” Simon begged. He couldn’t let you leave him. He needed you. Although, he wasn't sure if he could say the same thing about you needing him.

“What do you want me to say, Ghost?” You asked him.

“Don’t call me that. I’m Simon. I’m your Simon,” he tells you as he stood up. He held your hands in his before kissing them. Trying to cling onto you as much as he could before you could slip away from his fingers any more than you already had.

“Are you?” You asked him.

“Yes. I’ll do anything to prove it to you,” Simon begged. You stayed quiet before walking to the kitchen to grab something to eat.

“Let me, love,” Simon said before going into the kitchen to make you something. You lied on the couch until Simon had food ready for you.

It was going well for you both for a month before Simon had to go on a mission. He spent his last couple of days, letting you know how much he loved you in the bed to remind you that he loved you and how much he needed you.

“I love you so much, Y/n,” Simon tells you.

“I love you too, Simon,” you tell him.

——

The moment Simon had told you that he was coming back, you were excited. You had news to tell him that you hoped he would choose you. It was selfish yes but you were human. It was a natural thing. And you hoped that your news would bring you two closer.

But the moment Simon came home, you knew something was wrong. Instead of giving you a kiss that would eventually lead into the bedroom like how he used to do, he kissed your cheek and told you he had to shower.

He had left his phone on his stand while he showered. You weren’t the type to look through his phone but you had to know. You unlocked his phone to see the messages he had sent to Johnny.

Simon 5:00pm: I miss you.

Simon 10:45pm: Can I see you Johnny?

Johnny 10:46pm: Are you sure?

Simon 10:47pm: I need you right now.

Simon 11:34pm: I need you. Can I come over?

Simon 1:05pm: I can pick you up before we head back to base.

Johnny 1:07pm: Sounds good.

Simon 3:08pm: Just got home. I love you.

Johnny 3:10pm: I love you too. Let me know when you want to meet up again.

You noticed the dates and times. They were all while you and Simon were supposedly patching things up before he had to go on a mission. How many times has he snuck off to see Johnny? How many times did he tell you that he loved you that now felt like lies? Were they together intimately when they were on their mission? The last text being more recent with Simon telling Johnny that he loved him hurt the most.

You were a fool. A goddamn beautiful and forgiving fool. But this was the pushing point.

———

The flat felt colder and somehow smaller. Simon noticed all of your little things were gone the moment he came back from the gym. He knew something was wrong. He rushed to the bedroom to find it tidied up but empty.

Your nightstand no longer had your stuff on or in it. Your side of the closet was empty. All his hoodies and shirts that you had taken from him was hung or neatly folded and put away. It was as if you were never here.

Simon noticed a letter on his nightstand making him walk over and sit on his side of the bed. He took the letter in his hand before opening it up.

Simon,

I know you choosing between me and Johnny will be hard on you. So let me make the decision for you, go ahead and choose him. I don’t think I can continue fighting for your love even though I would’ve done anything and everything for you. I love you Simon. But I can’t face anymore emotional neglect and keep waiting for you to return the love I’ve been giving you.

Am I hurt? Yes. Am I surprised you fell for Johnny? No. He can understand you in many ways I would never be able to understand. I just wished I was enough for you.

Please do not contact me or find me. I think it’s best for me to move on and let myself heal. I know it seems selfish but I need this.

Goodbye Simon.

- Y/n

Simon took out his phone and quickly called you. Maybe it wasn’t too late?

“We're sorry you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service.”

His worse fear has come true due to his selfishness. You were gone from his life.

———

Five years have gone since Simon last heard you. He had told Johnny he needed some time before continuing their relationship together the moment you left him. Five years since you left him but not a day had gone by without Simon thinking about you.

Were you doing okay? Were you in a safe place? Have you moved on officially?

It was now his and Johnny ‘s leave and they had to grab some groceries for the week. While Simon had gone to grab a couple of stuff, Johnny made his way to another aisle before feeling someone bump into his legs. Soap looked down at the small child in front of him. His eyes widen as he saw the small boy who looked exactly like Simon minus his hair color.

“Sorry sir,” the little boy said as he backed up.

“You okay lad?” Soap asked him.

“Yes. I’m just trying to get those cookies,” the little boy said as he pointed at the package that was on a shelf higher than him.

“Oh uh. Here,” Soap tells him as he handed him the cookies.

“Thank you!” The little boy smiled before running off to a man who had appeared from the other end of the aisle.

“You ready, Johnny?” Simon asked him as he walked over to him. He put the food he grabbed into the cart before looking at Johnny.

“Get this Lt. I just met a kid who looked exactly like you,” Soap tells him.

“Doubt it,” Simon scoffed unconvinced.

“I swear it!”

Simon shook his head before his eyes landed on someone familiar. His eyes widen, making Johnny look over to see who he was staring at.

You stood at the end of the aisle with the man and the child that Johnny had helped out not too long ago. You were glowing in more ways than one. You looked happier and healthier than the last time the two men saw you.

Not to mention, you were pregnant and had a ring on your finger. Simon couldn’t help but grew jealous and angry. You should’ve been like that with him.

“Simon? Johnny?” You asked confused as you finally saw them. You and your family walked over to the two who stood at the other end of the aisle.

“Hey bonnie. You're looking good,” Johnny said surprised. Simon looked over at the small boy who did look exactly like him.

Simon didn’t know wether to be angry, sad, or disappointed in himself.

“Hi. Thanks. Are you two on leave?” You asked.

“At the moment yes,” Johnny said.

“That’s good. Simon, Johnny, this is my husband Mitch. Mitch, this is Simon and Johnny,” you introduce them. Simon looked at you heartbroken. He had selfishly hoped that one day you would come back to him or at least he would be able to see you and beg for your forgiveness.

“Nice to meet you both,” Mitch smiled as he offered a handshake. Simon and Johnny both shook his hand out of politeness.

“Is this lad yours?” Johnny asked you.

“Yes. This is my son, Levi. Levi, sweetie, these are two of mommy’s old friends. Can you say hi?” You asked him.

“Hi Mr. Johnny. Hi, Mr. Simon,” Levi said.

“How old are you?” Simon asked him. You frowned at his question. There was no doubt that Levi was his. Mitch rubbed your back a little to help calm you down.

“Five,” Levi tells him shyly.

“He’s five?” Simon asked you with sadden eyes. How long were you alone before Mitch came into your life?

“Yes. We need to get going. We’re on vacation here,” you tell him before taking Levi’s hand.

“Bye Johnny. Bye Simon,” you tell the two.

“Wait, Y/n,” Simon said as he quickly held your hand with your wedding ring on it. He let go the moment he felt the ring.

“Can we talk sometime?” Simon asked you.

“Simon-“

“Please.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. I’m sorry. Come on, Levi,” you tell your son as you lead him to the check out.

Mitch stayed behind before looking over at Simon.

“If you have any questions about Levi, here’s my number. Just message me and I can talk to you,” Mitch told Simon as he handed him a card.

“He’s not yours?” Simon asked for confirmation.

“She’s mentioned you both before and told me what happened. You have the right to know about your son,” Mitch told him before walking away from the two.

“Simon?” Johnny softly said to get his attention.

“Let’s go.” Johnny’s Simon tells him before walking away.

——

It took some convincing from your husband but just before you three left to go back home in America, you met with Simon at a café close to the airport.

“Thank you for meeting with me,” Simon smiled a little as you sat across from him.

“Yeah,” you tell him awkwardly.

“How have you been?”

“Better. From what you saw, I got a husband and my kids,” you tell him, placing your hand on your stomach.

“Have you told Levi that he’s my son?”

“No. And I can wait to tell him when he’s older to understand,” you say. Simon nodded, knowing it would be too much for the poor kid to understand.

“I want to apologize to you.”

“Simon-“

“No. I hurt you. I told you that I would never hurt you and I did. I love you, Y/n. And I’m happy you moved on but I really did love you. I’m so sorry and I’m begging for your forgiveness,” Simon tells you.

“Simon, I forgive you. I can accept on who you are but it just hurt when I watched you fall in love with someone else after everything we’ve been through. I stayed here for you. I wanted to be there for you but it felt like I lost you,” you tell him.

“I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay now. I’ve healed and I have a family now who I love,” you tell him.

“You deserve it. You deserve everything good in this world,” Simon tells you. You smiled softly before handing him an address and a phone number.

“That’s our address and my phone number. If you want to visit Levi, you can. He is your son. I’ll let you know when I tell him that your his dad,” you tell him. Simon stared down at the address and phone number before looking at you. You were still beautiful in his eyes and the guilt of letting you slip away began to creep up on him.

“We could’ve had a good family right?”

“Yeah.”

“You were a wonderful experience,” Simon tells you.

“And you were everything,” you tell him before standing up and heading out the door.

[lostdreamr-blog1]

Roadside Assistance

Summary: When you breakdown on the side of the road and only one pilot seems to answer the phone.

Pairings: Jake Seresin x Reader

Warnings: Some minor swear words, lots of fluff ahead.

Word count: 2.3k

A/N: So sorry I’ve been MIA. But tomorrow is my birthday and I thought I would all gift you with one of my WIP’s! Hoping to be writing again more regularly! As always, my inbox is open for you. Thanks for reading!!

Your car made a noise you didn’t even know was possible to make. While that might have seemed a tad concerning, you didn’t give it much thought as your car still drove fine. Yeah, there might have been a few lights on the dashboard, but you viewed them more as suggestions to do something later.

You happily continued towards your destination, singing along to a song on the radio, when your car decided to stop working. The entire machine seemed to shut off, causing panic to rise up. It was kind enough to at least give you enough momentum to pull off to the side of the road.

A few choice words spilled out of your mouth as you tried and failed to restart your car. You looked up and saw you were in the middle of nowhere, stranded midday in the California heat.

A sensible thing would have been to call a tow truck, but something about being stuck in a vehicle with a stranger didn’t sit right with you. So, you did the next best thing and started calling your teammates to see if one of them would be kind enough to come and save you.

You started with Rooster and prayed your mustached friend was by his phone. Luck didn’t seem to be on your side as you were met with his voicemail. The same went for nearly every other person on your team until you were left with one number.

You couldn’t exactly fault them. It was the team’s one Saturday off and everyone was taking advantage of it. Something you were in the middle of doing until your car decided it wanted to be dramatic today.

The thought to take your chances with a tow truck came back up as you debated on calling the last number. Even if he did answer, you know you would never hear the end of it.

Who knew how close the nearest shop was and thinking about either trying to make small talk with a stranger or being stuck in an awkward silence, sent shivers down your spine. So, you dialed the number and prayed he wasn’t in his normal, annoying mood.

“Seresin.” He answered on the second ring, catching you completely off guard at the quickness of it.

“Umm, hi. Yeah, it’s me. Look I wouldn’t be calling unless it was a near emergency, and it seems like no one has a phone today. But I’m stuck on the side of the road and need someone to come get me.” You tapped your fingers nervously on the steering wheel as you quickly explained what was going on.

“Side of the road? Are you okay? What happened?” The urgency in his voice made you freeze. Hangman didn’t care about anything but the brand of hair gel he uses. Which led to you asking, “Are you drunk?”

An exasperated sigh was your answer. “No, Y/N. I’m as sober as a judge. No can you tell me what’s going on?”

Your eyebrows furrowed at the saying but answered him anyway. “My car broke down on the way to this beach and it won’t start.”

There was a long pause, “And you called me?” You threw your hands up in the air, knowing he couldn’t see your reaction.

“As I previously stated, no one else answered. I also don’t want to call a tow truck for personal reasons. Can you help or do I need to start walking?” You tried not to sound irritated at him, but the heat was starting to get to you.

“Yeah, not a problem. Send me your location and I’ll be there as soon as I can. Are your hazard lights on?” You looked down at your car and started trying to find them.

“Uh, yeah.” You didn’t miss the chuckle on the other end of the line, letting you know he caught your lie.

“I’ll be there shortly. Don’t get out of your car until I get there.” You gave him a hum in response and hung up. After a few more minutes of searching, you held your fist up in victory as you found your hazard lights.

It didn’t take too long for your teammate to pull up behind you and you hoped that whatever the problem was, he could fix it quickly. You got out of your car to greet him, and he took his aviators off and looked you over, making sure you were still in one piece.

“You good?” There he went again, asking about your well-being. The jet fumes must be getting to him.

“Yeah, just hot.” You looked away before you saw his smirk at your response

He walked over and reached inside your car to pop the hood. “What happened before it died?”

You thought about imitating the noise it made but thought better of it. Lord knows you would only sound like a dying animal. “It made a weird sound and the died a few minutes after.”

He didn’t ask any other questions until he bent over the front of your car. “When was your last oil change?”

You went to answer him, but he took off his shirt, successfully distracting you for the moment. All the guys in the Navy were in shape, but Jake seemed like he was sculpted from the Gods.

A snapping of fingers brought you out of your daze. “Eyes up here, sweetheart.”

You shook your head at your obvious misstep in stroking his ego. And his ever-present smirk was the cherry on top.

“I can’t remember. Maybe before my last deployment.” Your eyes followed him as he bent back over, using his shirt to unscrew something. You didn’t miss the way his bicep flexed at the movements or the sweat slowly dripping down his back. It was hot outside, but not lord not this hot.

You had to physically turn around to stop ogling the man before he caught you again. Hangman didn’t need to know you couldn’t keep your eyes off him, just like every other girl in this world.

He pulled his head out from under the hood and smirked at you. “You don’t know a single thing about cars, do you?”

Although his looks might have nice on the eyes, it was comments like that that pulled you back to reality. “I’m a pilot. I don’t need to know about cars.” Your answer seemed to amuse him more as he shook his head and chuckled.

You thought about your decision to not call the tow truck and mentally slapped yourself. “I don’t see how my lack of knowledge is funny.”

He wiped his hands off on his shirt and shrugged his shoulders. “It’s just funny that one of the best pilots in the US can work on an F-18 like it’s nothing, but a simple car engine is out of your depths.”

When he said it out loud you knew it sounded bad. “I’m sorry I’m your typical girl and don’t care about cars.”

He shut the hood of your car and stepped towards you, “Sweetheart, I hate to break it to you. But you are far from your typical girl. As for your car, it’s gonna cost you.”

You looked over at the dead piece of scrap metal and asked, “What will? The car or you?”

That question had him throwing his head back and laughing. “As much as I would love to cash in whatever your mind went to, I meant the car. The transmission is blown.”

A person didn’t have to know much about cars to know that a blown transmission was a near death sentence for both your bank account and the car itself. You didn’t know if it was the heat or the situation itself, but you could feel your anger start to bubble to the surface.

Jake must have seen it too and placed a hand on your shoulder. “Hey, no need to worry. We will get the car towed and I know a guy in the area that can give you a good deal. It’ll be fixed by the end of this mission. Sound okay?”

You nodded your head and let him lead you to his truck. He turned on the A/C and told you to sit tight. The cool air on your face had never in your life felt as good as it did in this moment. He walked back out to your car, and you leaned your head back on the seat and closed your eyes. The one Saturday you have off and it’s spent on the side of the damn road.

A noise had you opening your eyes and you saw the dreaded tow truck start loading your car up. You made a move to get out, but Jake held a hand up telling you to stay in the car. You don’t thank this man for much, but in this moment, he was your god damn savoir.

Before too long, Jake got back in the truck and started driving like he didn’t just send your car off to be slaughtered. Before you could dwell too much on that, you realized the two of you were headed the opposite way of the base.

“Where are we going?”

“Well Darlin’, seeming that neither of us got to spend this day like we originally planned, I figured I’d go buy you a drink.” He was casually holding the steering wheel with one hand while the other rested on the center console. Not looking like he had a care in the world.

“You want to buy me a drink? Me?” You thought about the way you treated him at base and couldn’t fathom why he of all people would go out of their way to buy you a drink. He always acted like he was better than everyone else and you were the constant reminder that he wasn’t.

“Why do you find that so hard to believe? Can’t I take a pretty girl like yourself out?” He tossed you a Hollywood smile. One that got every single girl he talked to, to drop their pants for him. Which is why you said what you did next.

“Yeah, I’m not doing this. Pull over so I can get out and walk.” You took off your seatbelt, just for him to reach over and buckle you back in.

“That. That right there is why I want to take you out. You are the one girl who I know won’t take anyone’s shit. Do you know how hard I’ve tried to get you to even think about spending a minute with me outside of work? Hell, I’ve never in my life tried so hard for a girl to notice me. It took you breaking down on the side of the road with zero other options but for you to call me. So yes, sweetheart. I’m going to take advantage of you being hostage in my truck and buy you a drink.”

You opened your mouth just to shut it, not knowing how to respond to that. Your mind was reeling, trying to put together pieces you didn’t know went to the same puzzle. Jake had been around you more recently, but you thought it had to do with him trying to beat you out of a spot for this mission. Not that he might actually have feelings for you.

Had you been this narrow minded the entire time?

“Still with me?” The southern drawl of a voice snapped you out of your downward spiral. You glanced over at him and saw he was studying your reaction. The casual demeanor was now gone as his fingers tapped along the steering wheel. Was the all mighty Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin nervous?

“Why not simply ask me out? Ever think of that option?” You watched in amusement as he turned to face the road again, clearly thinking over what you just said. Going from nervous to downright frustrated was two things you didn’t get to see from him often. And it sounded a little cruel, but you loved it.

“It was that easy? This whole time it was that easy?” He looked to you in what seemed like complete exasperation, and you nodded your head.

“With all the praise you gave me earlier about not being like every other girl, yeah it was that simple. I’m not as complicated as you make me out to be. Flowers would’ve been nice though.” You gave him a smirk, just like the one he tortured you with day in and day out.  

He ran a hand through his hair and chuckled. “Well alright then. Y/N, would you do me the honors in letting me buy you a drink?”

You tried to hide the blush that crept up onto your face by turning to look out the window. “Seeing that you have already kidnapped me, I guess it wouldn’t hurt.”

His snort had you turning back around and smiling. “Thank you for helping me with my car. Who knows how long I would’ve been stranded on the side of the road.”

He grabbed your hand and squeezed, “No one else I would cancel plans for.”

You froze as you processed his words. “What do you mean by canceled?”

The smirk was back as he said, “I was headed out with Coyote and a few of the other guys. So, with us being gone this long I think it’s safe to assume they know what’s going on.”

You sank back into the seat and shook your head. “I take it back. I’ll walk home from here.”   

A/N: Thoughts? Likes or dislikes? Thank you so so much for reading!!!

[wonderingpanda]

Hallooo!

May I request reader catching the bayboys staring at them? Lovesick, maybe?

I just love the Eugene staring at Rapunzle scene.

Lovesick Stares

Bayverse!Turtles x Reader

Hi! Sorry for not posting in so long, I’ve been really busy the past month. I also want to apologise, there was another Bayverse request in my inbox but I must of accidentally deleted it since I can’t find it anymore. If the person who sent me it wants to re-request it feel free to do so. Now, I decided to not really do headcanons for this one but I wouldn’t call them oneshots either. They’re more like mini-scenarios. Anyway, with that all out the way please enjoy.

Leonardo

I was just in the lair sharpening my katanas when I noticed Y/N sit down next to me. “Mikey becoming too much for you?” “Nah, I’m just tired and don’t feel like skateboarding right now.” They pulled out their phone and began doing something on it but I couldn’t see what. I decided to just focus on my blades since I was losing concentration. After a moment or two I heard the sweet sound of Y/N laughing and turned to see them smiling at some video. I couldn’t help but let my gaze linger for a moment, they were so pretty and calm I couldn’t look away. Y/N must of realised that I had stopped sharpening my swords since they looked over to me curiously. I immediately fixed my eyes on something away from them but I knew it was too late and I’d already been caught. “You do realise you’re staring at mouldy pizza right?” Yup, caught red handed. “Well I mean mouldy pizza can be interesting. Anything can hold a story. You never know this pizza could’ve been through amazing things, lived an incredible life.” “Ah yes an incredible life of slowly dying on a sewer floor.” We laughed together for a moment before Y/N decided to lie their head on my arm and smiled with their eyes glued to their phone. “You know if want to stare at me you can. I do it to you all the time.” “Heh, thanks… wait what?”

Raphael

I swear sometimes my brothers piss me off too much! It was late in the evening and I was beating up a punching bag to let out my rage. I was so focused on hitting the thing that I didn’t realise Y/N had walked in. They leaned against the wall and just looked at me. I stopped what I was doing and turned to face them. “What is it?” “I was just waiting for you to finish up.” “Why? You want to use it?” “I’d appreciate it.” I smirked and stepped aside as Y/N walked up to the punching bag, this was going to be interesting. I was surprised when they began to land pretty tough punches on it. “Wow, who got you so riled up?” They leaned back and rolled their shoulders. “Just an annoying co-worker, don’t worry about it.” They then threw their jacket onto the floor and continued to beat up the punching bag. As they went at it I kept wanting to look at them, their face and arms, eyes, lips… I shook my head and blinked a bit when I saw Y/N staring right back at me. “Is there something you want to tell me or…?” “Uh I think I hear Donnie calling me, I gotta go.” With that, I ran off. All I could do was hope they didn’t read too much into it.

Donatello

I thought it would just be another long night in the lab. I had been spending the night working on a few adjustments to my computers. Some of them were glitching and one had stopped working completely so I was trying to fix them up asap. I figured I’d be alone the whole night since everyone seemed to have already gone to bed but I was proven wrong when I felt a tap on my shoulder. “Agh! Oh Y/N, it’s just you. Wait, Y/N! What are you doing here this late?” “Well I was spending the night studying alone but I got bored, and knowing you I knew you’d still be up and awake in your lab.” “I suppose that makes sense.” I slid my chair to the side slightly and gestured for them to grab the free one I had sitting in the corner. They pulled the chair up next to me and sat down. “Oh, and apologies for not knocking. You didn’t answer before and when I peeked through you seemed so involved in your work that I didn’t want to disturb you too much.” “Not a problem. So, were you wanting to study or join me in my computer repairs.” “I figured I could just study while you do your thing, I was just desperate for some company.” “Understandable. I’ll just get back to this and feel free to ask me if you need any help with your studies.” “Of course. Thank you Donnie.” I grabbed a few of my tools and got back to work as Y/N began researching stuff on their laptop, looking through books and writing notes down. I looked over to them and noticed the way their face scrunched up at certain things, how they seemed so hyper focused on whatever they were typing. They were simply a sight to behold. My thoughts were cut short when Y/N sent me a curious smile. “What?” I figured I must have been staring and gave an awkward laugh, looking away to the computer I was currently fidgeting with. “Nothing.” Soon enough I heard the sound of books closing and felt a heavy weight slump onto my shoulder. “I know I should be heading home right now but I think it’ll be ok if I’m a little late to class tomorrow.” “Goodnight, sleeping beauty.” “Night, turtle boy.”

Michelangelo

I was bored, and I mean really bored. Nothing was happening! Leo and Raph were training together and Donnie was locked up in his lab again. April was busy with Casey, Master Splinter was meditating. I was so close to giving up on everything when a voice filled the air. “Oh guys! Guess what I brought?” I snapped my head around only to find my gorgeous Y/N standing happily with a stack of pizza boxes in their hands. I ran over to them but before I could grab a box they pulled the pizza away from me. “Uh excuse me! You’ll be waiting for your brothers before laying a hand on this pizza.” “Ugh! But everyone else is already busy. I’ll just take a few boxes and be on my way, pretty please?” They gave me a deadpanned look. “Mmm no.” “Well then…” I stepped back and readied myself. “I’ll just have to take it by force.” I lunged at Y/N picking them up and pulling the pizza out of their grasp. “Mikey, put me down!” “Mmm no” “Michelangelo Hamato I swear to god!” They proceeded to grab my face and get close enough to the point their nose touched my snout. “If you don’t put me down safely and hand over that pizza this instant I will beat you up with your own weapons, understood?” I wanted to make some sort of witty comeback but as I looked into their eyes I found myself at a loss for words. I knew they couldn’t really beat me and they knew it too but the determined look on their face was so adorable I wanted to just let them. After a little while I felt something hard flick my forehead. “Ow! What!?” “You zoned out dummy.” “Hey I’m not a dummy! You’re the dummy.” “You sure?” “Uh huh.” “Turn around.” I twisted my head to the side and noticed that all the pizza was gone! I looked back to Y/N only to be met with a fist to the face. But to see their cute face up close it was totally worth it.

I hope this was okay. Again, sorry for not posting in a while. Please have an amazing day/night wherever you are!✨

[harringtonstilinski]

14, 18, 22 - Stiles Stilinski (Smut)

Author: @harringtonstilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski x Reader Word Count: 3,796 Warnings: tiniest bit of angst, fluff, Smut: no | yes; virginity loss, protected piv, Requested: Yes. I hope this meets your expectations! A/N: Hi, friends! It's been a while!! I hope you like this! If you do, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

You and Stiles made a pact when the two of you were 11 years old that if you hadn’t had any “firsts” by a certain age, you’d be each other's first. At first, you both thought it was silly that you were making this list of firsts, but as you sat on your bedroom floor looking at the list of neat and sloppy handwriting at the age of 14, you smiled a little to yourself. 

Your bedroom door opening had your head snapping up to see why in the hell someone would bust into your room. The answer came in the form of your best friend, Stiles, practically falling onto your floor.

In between breaths, he said, “Guess… who finally… said hey to me.”

Pretending to think about it, you put your index finger against your jaw, humming in thought. “Let me see,” you said, quietly, tapping where your finger rested. Pointing up while widening your eyes, you said, “Oh! I got it! Scott!”

“Ha ha, very funny,” he deadpanned. “No, I’m serious.”

Sighing, you go back to looking at the piece of paper from three years ago. “Let me guess; Lydia?”

Spazzing out, he said, “Yes! I was walking by her locker and she said hey.”

Looking up confused, you said, “Yeah, she wasn’t talking to you.”

“Ya’know, you don’t have to ruin my moment here,” he said, without missing a beat.

You giggled, still looking at the paper. Stiles sat next to you, looking at the paper as well.

“Oh, wow,” he whispered. “I forgot we wrote this.”

“Yeah,” you whispered back. “I found it last night shoved in the back of my nightstand.” You looked over your shoulder at him, his nose almost touching yours. Hesitantly, you asked, “Have you had your first kiss?”

Stiles shook his head, his eyes locked on yours. “No.” Before either of you knew it, he had leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours. It took you a moment before you kissed him back.

The two of you stayed like that for a moment before you pulled away at the same time. Keeping your eyes closed, you quietly asked, “Why’d you do that?”

“Because you haven’t had your first kiss yet,” he responded just as quietly. 

~~~

Graduation day. The day you leave high school… forever. You’re excited about it because that means no more waking up at the ass crack of dawn, no more listening to teachers bitch about students not doing their part, no more fashion contests or popularity contests. Just… no more… for three months.

Stiles turned 18 a few weeks before you and your friends walked across the stage. Everyone wanted to have a joint graduation party at Lydia’s lake house… until a stupid supernatural creature ruined it.

A week had passed between graduation and the party, and while everyone was sitting around the campfire talking about their firsts, all you could do was cast your eyes downward, picking a spot on the ground to stare at as you tried your best to block out the voices.

Once you heard Stiles’ voice, you stood up, tears in your eyes as you walked into the lake house, hearing your name being called from behind you. Making your way up the stairs, you wiped a tear from your cheek that had fallen. Once you made it to the top of the landing, a hand grabbed your arm, gently turning you around.

“What’s wrong?”

Sniffling, you rested your forehead on Stiles’ chest, letting out a quiet sob. “I couldn’t take it anymore.”

Wrapping his arms around you, Stiles sighed and rested his chin on your head. “Couldn’t take what?”

“Hearing you all talk about your firsts,” you whispered.

Stiles put a curved index finger under your chin, lifting your head to look into your tear filled eyes. “You haven’t had your first?”

Shaking your head, you closed your eyes, letting the tears fall. “No. I almost did, but… he wasn’t the right person.” You reached into your back pocket, pulling out a folded piece of paper, holding it up.

Stiles looked at it, a small smile starting to form on his lips. “You carry it with you?”

Nodding, you closed your eyes again to let the tears fall before opening your eyes back up, Stiles’ eyes already on you as you said, “Ever since I found it.”

Without thinking it through, Stiles placed his lips on yours, a sigh coming from your nose. He cupped your cheeks in his hands, carefully walking you backwards into the nearest room, which happened to be the room both your stuff was in.

You made quick work to take off Stiles’ shirt, the two of you breaking apart for a moment to pull the shirt over his head before your lips were back on each other’s only to break apart again for a moment for your shirt to come off.

Stiles looked down at the tops of your breasts that weren't covered by your bra. He looked back up, your eyes locking before he leaned forward, connecting your lips again in heated kiss, his arms circling around your back to hold you to him, your bare stomachs touching. 

You hummed at the feeling, wrapping your arms around his neck. Pulling back, you looked at him with a shocked expression, feeling your bra loosen around your chest. “I didn’t even feel you unclasp it.”

Stiles smirked, a cocky one. “I’ve had some practice.”

Your face fell at his words, the confidence you were gaining crumbling to the ground. Stiles noticed and quickly tried to reassure you, “That wasn’t a dig, I’m sorry. It was just–”

His words stopped when you crashed your lips to his again, getting lost in his lips. You didn’t register your bra completely coming off as you made work to unbutton and unzip his jeans.

Slightly pulling away, you kept your lips close to his as you took your bra the rest of the way off, breathlessly saying, “You gotta stop doing that.”

“Doing what?” he chuckled.

“Doing things without me feeling it.”

Laughing lightly, Stiles undid the button and zipper on your shorts as you started to push his jeans down his legs.

Looking at him with an almost serious look that was more laced with humor, you said, “It’s hot as hell, quit.”

Another kiss as he backed you up to the mattress, the backs of your legs meeting it before you fell back on it, crawling backwards on the bed to lay comfortably, your hair splaying out around you. Stiles crawled on top of you, pressing his lips to your stomach every so often before his lips were wrapping around one of your nipples, a moan sounding from your throat.

“Mmmmmm, Stiles,” you moaned, threading your hands through his hair. You looked down at the same exact time Stiles released the bud, only to make his tongue visible as he licked at it. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

Chuckling, Stiles’ forehead met your breast as he laughed at your words. “Let me finish.”

“Then let me continue,” he said, looking up at you. As you nodded, he pushed himself up towards your lips once more, pressing his lips to yours before pulling back, giving your other nipple the same attention.

What you had failed to realize as he kissed his way down your stomach was the fact that your shorts were in a pile on the floor. “Wait, wait.” Stiles lifted his head, eyes swimming with a small bit of fear. Shaking your head, you took a breath. “It’s not bad, just a question.”

He nodded his head, readjusting his hands on the mattress. “Yeah?” “When did my shorts come off?”

He laughed at that, looking down at your stomach. Lifting his head to look back at you, he replied, “When you fell on the bed.”

Your eyes danced around the air above him before you tilted your head to the side a little. “Fair enough.” Looking back at him, you said, “Continue.”

Shaking his head, he looked back down at your stomach, placing a kiss on it. Your nerves started to come up as you watched him wrap his fingers on the top of your panties, anticipating what was going to happen next.

You watched porn before so you knew what to expect, but for it to actually be happening to you was… surreal. The moment that Stiles pulled the top of your panties down a little to place his lips there, you sucked in a breath, the anticipation killing you.

Stiles knew exactly what he was doing. He was fully aware he was taking his time and ultimately teasing you, but he wanted to make this moment with you last as long as he possibly could. Truth be told, he never wanted Malia as his first. She was just there for him in Eichen when Nogitsune possessed him.

He hooked his fingers in the sides of your panties, slowly pulling them down, a quiet “Lift” sounding from his mouth. If you hadn’t been staring at his mouth, you wouldn’t have heard him say it, your body on autopilot as you complied, doing what he asked.

After he dropped your panties to the floor, Stiles placed a kiss to the top of your slit, your breath hitching as he lowered himself, spreading your legs apart, revealing your core to him, your arousal shining. “Damn,” he whispered. He looked up at you, his signature smirk on his lips. “This for me?”

Nodding, you bit your bottom lip, anxious of his next movements. 

Stiles looked back down at your core, using his thumbs to spread your lips apart, revealing more of your arousal to him. He moved his eyes to your clit, staring at it for a moment before placing a kiss to it, a hiss coming from your lips.

“Stiles.” It came out in a half moan, half whine. “Do somethi–” A gasp sounded from you as Stiles wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking gently, your back arching off the bed a couple inches. Dropping back down, you moved your head to the side to look at him. “Fuuuuuck.”

He released your clit to lick a long stripe up your core, gathering a little bit of your arousal. “Damn, you taste like heaven.” He licked another stripe before stopping at your clit again, using his tongue to flick at your sensitive bud.

You all but screamed when you felt one of his fingers enter your pussy, a moan sounding out as he slowly pumped his finger in and out before slowly adding another one. Feeling your climax building, you threaded your fingers through his hair, resting your hand on the top of his head.

“Please don’t stop,” you breathed, eyes closing at the pleasure he was giving you. It was way more than you expected. It almost seemed too much. But just as you were about to release all over his fingers, it all suddenly stopped. You looked down at him, shock laced all over your features. “Wha–” The answer that you received from Stiles wasn’t words, but his lips on yours, a promise of what’s to come through the kiss.

He pulled away from the kiss, standing by the edge of the mattress, bending down to retrieve his jeans that you had pushed down his legs earlier. Grabbing his wallet, Stiles looked at you, eyes roaming over your body.

You almost felt insecure with the way he was looking at you. Watching as Stiles grabbed a condom out of his wallet, you sat up, reaching for his cock, beginning to stroke him a little to help keep his erection in place.

Groaning at the pleasure coursing through his body, he closed his eyes, relishing in the feel of your hand on him. What shocked Stiles was the fact that you had slid down the side of the mattress, wrapping your lips around the head of his cock.

Moaning your name, Stiles threw his head back with his eyes closed, not wanting this moment to end. When you hit a certain spot on his cock, he bucked his hips, immediately regretting it when you whined and pulled back.

He looked down at you, making quick movements to help you stand up as your hand was at your mouth. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered, hands on your upper arms. 

You shook your head, closing your eyes for just a moment. “It’s okay.”

Stiles moved the both of you to sit on the edge of the bed, hand on your back. Truth be told, when he bucked, the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, almost setting off your gag reflex. Looking at Stiles, you softened your eyes even more than what they already were. “It’s okay, Stiles. Really.”

He stood, starting to pace, mumbling to himself about how he lost control and that he regretted it. You couldn’t help but chuckle at him, his erection still ever present. Standing, you moved in front of him, grabbing him by the shoulders to stop his pacing, a smile on your face.

When his eyes connected with yours, your smile was still on your face. “It’s okay. I promise. I’m fine. Feeling passed just as quickly as it came.” Looking down at his hands, you grabbed the foil from him, tearing the packaging open to carefully pull the condom from the foil.

Remembering what your sex ed teacher taught you, you carefully rolled the condom onto his shaft before grabbing his hands, pulling him with you back to the bed. “Now, forget about all that and take me.”

Crawling back on the bed, you got into your previous position as Stiles crawled over you, hands on either side of your head to brace himself. He placed his lips on yours, giving you a sweet kiss before pulling away and looking down at your core.

You lightly moaned, closing your eyes, the feeling of Stiles’ fingers back on you like pure heaven. Opening your eyes, you watched as Stiles lined himself up with your entrance, gathering the arousal that had formed during both of his touches.

“Stiles,” you moaned, breathlessly.

He locked eyes with you, softness lacing his caramel colored orbs. “It’s gonna hurt.”

You nodded. “I know.” Carding your fingers through the side of his hair, you sighed. “I trust you.”

He mimicked your nod, giving a chaste kiss to your lips before looking back at the spot where the two of you were about to become one. Sighing in anticipation, you closed your eyes, groaning at the feeling of Stiles entering you for the very first time.

Tears formed at your waterline, the pain almost becoming too much. You hadn’t realized you held your breath upon Stiles entering your core until you felt his hand cup your cheek, his thumb smoothing over your cheek. 

What you loved in this moment was the fact that Stiles was letting you take all the time you needed to adjust to his size. He didn’t want to pressure you into telling him to move and that it was okay for him to move. 

After a moment, Stiles heard you sigh. “You okay?” he asked.

You looked at him, a tear falling from the corner of your eye to your ear, Stiles making a quick movement to catch it with his thumb. Nodding, you kissed the tip of his nose. “Yes. It hurt at first, but it doesn’t anymore.” Cupping his cheeks, you looked him deep in his eyes. “You can move now.”

“Okay,” he whispered. “I’ll start slow and then you can tell me if you want–”

Chuckling, you said, “Stiles, I know, and I will.”

He breathed a quick laugh, his breath fanning over your face. “Okay. Here I go.” Pulling out slow, the both of you hissed at the feeling before he slowly pushed back in. He kept the pace, listening for your cue’s on whether or not you were in pain.

Once your breathing evened out, your moans turned from almost strained and painful to soft and pleasurable. Stiles moved to rest his forearms by your head, almost cupping the top of your head with his hands.

“Stiles,” you lightly moaned. “You can go a little faster, maybe a tad harder.”

He breathed the word fuck, doing as you asked. He respected you so much, happy that you allowed him this moment with you.

As pleasure coursed through you, your moans grew louder, letting Stiles know that what he was doing was the right move, the right thing. You moved your hands from his cheeks to wrap your arms around his neck, Stiles instantly wrapping you in his arms the best he could.

“Stiles,” you moaned, loudly. “Gonna cum.”  Stiles’ pubic hair was rubbing against your clit, sending immense pleasure through you. “Don’t stop.”

“Don’t plan on it,” he whispered. “Let go, babe. I’m so close.”

“Stiles!!” You breathed in deep, your release shattering through you, Stiles instantly releasing with you. Neither of you moved for what felt like hours, but it was only a couple minutes as you both regained your breathing.

Stiles leaned up a little, looking into your eyes. “Are you okay?”

Nodding with a small smile, you carded your fingers through his hair. “I’m perfect. Thank you.”

He kissed your nose in response, telling you that he was going to carefully pull out, the both of you hissing as he did. He walked into the bathroom, cleaning himself up before bringing a warm washcloth to you, carefully cleaning you up. He sighed a little to himself, seeing the tiniest bit of blood on the washcloth.

“What?” you asked, sitting up a little.

“You’re bleeding,” he whispered, showing you the cloth.

Sighing lightly, you said, “That’s to be expected, Stiles. It’s fine. I’m fine. I’ll be sore tomorrow, but I’ll be fine. I promise.”

Realizing that you were right, Stiles smirked that smirk that could kill before nodding slightly, moving to dress himself before helping to redress you. He helped you down the stairs, you reassuring him that you’re not fragile and that you’re okay enough to walk on your own.

When the two of you made it back to the fire and sat back down in your original spots, you looked at Scott, the True Alpha werewolf knowing what just happened between you and Stiles, a chuckle sounding out of your throat as you told him, “Shut up.”

~~~

Another graduation day. This time for you graduating from college. You were more than excited to finally be done with school for what will probably be the rest of your life, if you didn’t find something else to go for. 

As all the graduation caps flew into the air, you had the biggest smile on your face, remembering all of your friends and family screaming and hollering and celebrating as you walked across the stage after your name was called.

Since all the guests had to wait outside for the graduate, you were practically buzzing to get outside to see everyone. The friends you made during your four years at college will forever be your best friends, but no one will ever hold a candle to your Beacon Hills friends.

Once you made it outside and spotted your family, your smile stretched so wide across your face, you thought you’d permanently become the Joker. You ran to your family, your mom engulfing you in a hug, holding you tightly to her chest. You hugged your dad next, putting your hand on each one of their shoulders, the smile never faltering as you looked them in their eyes, thanking them for everything they’d done for you this far in your life.

The smile on your dads face had you looking over his shoulder, spotting your friends behind him. Moving to squeeze yourself in between your parents, you all but jumped into Scott’s arms, the Alpha giving you a tight, brotherly hug. 

Lydia was next, followed by Malia, Liam and Mason. Sheriff was even there! But you couldn’t spot the one person you wanted to hug more than anything; Stiles.

Looking around, you started to get worried as you heard gasps all around you. “Where’s Stiles?” you asked, looking at Scott. 

He didn’t say anything for a moment, just smiled at you before he whispered, “Turn around.”

You did as he asked, turning around, but not seeing Stiles… until you looked down, your spazz of a best friend on one knee, a velvet box in his hand. “Stiles,” you whispered, covering your mouth with your hand. “What?”

“We made a promise,” he said. “A promise as kids that we’ve kept.”

Letting out a quick, breathy chuckle, you said, “It was a pact.”

“Same thing,” he said, a smile on his face. “There were a lot of things that I regretted with that pact, but I’m happy I got to be it for you. For all of it.”

“Wait, what?” Malia asked.

Everyone laughed at her question, you turning to face her. “When Stiles and I were eleven years old, we made a pact that if we hadn’t had certain firsts by a certain age, we’d be that first for each other.” Turning back to Stiles, you whispered, “He was my first kiss, and first time.”

“And I’m now hoping I’ll be your first proposal,” he whispered back, to which you nodded.

“Can you get on with it even though we’re not a couple?” you asked, already buzzing with your answer.

“You’ve made me happy since we were kids, and I would love nothing more than to make you happy for the rest of our lives,” he continued. “Yeah, we’re not a couple, but you know everything there is to know about me. Come to think of it…” He trailed off, looking deep in thought. “I don’t think there’s a thing you don’t know about me.”

“Stiles!” everyone exclaimed. 

Looking back at you, Stiles shook all thoughts from his head. “Oh, right, sorry.”

“Just ask!”

“Will you marr-”

“Yes!” you all but yelled. “Now get up so I can kiss you!”

Stiles smiled, standing and wrapping you in his arms. “You didn’t see the ring yet.”

“I don’t care,” you said, cupping his cheeks and bringing his lips to yours. The kiss that solidified your love for the boy you absolutely loved since your first kiss at fourteen, your first time at eighteen. 

He pulled back, smiling at you before he opened the box, revealing the engagement ring of your dreams. As he took it from the box, you put your hand out, excited to be his. Once he slipped it on your finger, you looked at him once more, cupping his cheeks again to tell him those three words you always wanted to tell him.

“I love you.”

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Posted on September 24, 2023

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

okay so this request was sent through the dms (best to go through inbox for future req) and they chose to stay anon. so they requested steve with hargrove reader (i made them step siblings so i hope that helps for mostly everyone reading) where reader is being abused at home and steve finds out and is being super caring (short summary)

pairing: steve harrington x fem hargrove!reader wc: 2.4k

tw: mentions of hitting, abuse, blood and cuts

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“mr. harrington, you will be partnered with miss.hargrove. and i expect equal work, steven.” mrs.johnson glared at the king before going back to handing out assignments.

you could feel his gaze lingering on your skin, tracing your profile as you looked down on your open book. you didn’t bother giving him your attention, not planning on doing the work outside the classroom. best to keep him distant.

there was a loud commotion happening in the room. head tilting up you saw everyone with their assigned partners, you included. a look to your left and steve harrington locked eyes with you.

he was turned in the seat so his body was facing your side. his left elbow sat on the scratched brown top, his palm cupped his cheek so his head was slightly tilted. a dark curl kissed his forehead.

your eyes squinted, “what?” not understanding why he was watching you like a hawk.

his brows rose an inch and a small pout formed on his lips, “nothing. just sitting with my partner.” and he flashed a smirk. it made your eyes narrow into slits.

you rested your pointer finger into the crease of your book and twisted your stomach to face him more head on. “look, let’s just do most of the work here and then split up what needs to be finished and do it separately. how’s that sound?” voice bored and not looking for any actual input.

but steve squinted his eyes and pouted, “sounds dumb. let’s just do it at my house when school is over. can’t focus with all this noise.” a playful smile replaced the pout. he was trying to be cute.

it wasn’t working.

“i’d rather do it in a class environment then do the rest on my own.” pushing back. steve kissed his teeth, “oh, well you heard mrs. johnson. i need to put in work, so we gotta stick together and make sure it’s even teamwork. need to try and bump my C to a B this year. dad’s on my ass.”

and you knew the feeling.

but you took a deep sigh while slightly shaking your head, “i just don’t think it’s the best idea for us to hang out… outside of school. you know…” being extremely vague and closed off. hoping you didn’t have to verbally give a reason for steve harrington to just back off.

Steve’s demeanor changed at your words and tone. the hand that was pushing up his cheek feel to the table surface, his body leaning in close and his voice dropping into a whisper. “is it billy? ‘cause i can handle him, done it before.” and you kinda knew what he was talking about.

how steve came to school one day with a fucked up face and how max told you billy wasn’t gonna bother either of you anymore. you didn’t realize the two were connected but haven’t bothered to push.

with steve making the assumption the problem was billy you took the handed excuse. “i’d just rather not piss him off today. he’s been ignoring me and i don’t want to be on his radar.” lips set in a tight line as you looked at your book.

“well… do you want to work on it at the library? neutral ground.” you couldn’t help the huffed laugh, “very persistent, are we?” finally holding stable eye-contact.

steve flashed his dazzling smile as he shakes his head, “what can i say? i take my education very seriously.”

eyes squinted, “uh huh… very. trying to bump a C to a B with only a few weeks of the semester left. very studious.” taking your turn to tease.

steve shook his head as he looked down at his lap, right knee bouncing up and down quickly. “but seriously, just come to my house. we can get whatever snacks you want, maybe a pizza if it goes late. my parents won’t be home anyway.”

“woah, trying to charm me into your bed, harrington?” he rolled his eyes, “fuck off, hargrove. i’m driving you home like a respectable young adult.” he smoothed a hand through his hair.

there was a heat crawling up your neck that you were choosing to ignore. along with the twisting in your guts. so instead you questioned steve again, “why are you so insistent on doing this together? at your house? and don’t use mrs. johnson as an excuse.” needing to understand this persistent attitude he’s developed.

his knee stopped jerking and his hands fell limp to the table or his lap. he looked to be debating something in his head, teeth rubbing at his bottom lip.

“come on, steve. just spit it out, can’t be bad.” trying for encouragement.

he heaved a sigh, “i, uh, i just… want to hang out. with you. you seem cool.” you couldn’t help the raise to your brows, “cool? i keep to myself.”

he shrugged, “look i don’t know. i just want to get to know you. you’re nothing like billy.” “that’s cause we are only related by marriage. i don’t share any of those shitty genes.”

steve sighed again, “if you actually don’t want to come over to do this project or just to hang out, i understand. we can just do it here at school in the library. not gonna force you to be by my side.”

he got quiet as he turned in his seat to face the front with his head tilted down and his knuckles rapping along the top. your eyes followed the shape of his body, getting stuck on his face that wasn’t hidden by his hair. his lidded eyes and his lashes that touched the tops of his cheeks, angular nose coming to a nice point, and pink lips pushed to a slight pout.

a groan settled in your throat, “i’ll come over.” sounding almost begrudgingly about your statement. steve perked up and turned just a little, “really?” he almost sounded hopeful.

a deep breath through your nose, “yes, steve. i’d be happy to hang out with you.”

-

“so, i hear your going to harrington’s after school. that true?” billy’s nosy self leaned against the lockers to your left. his stupid face stuck in your periphery and his loud gum smacking a ringing in your ears.

replacing unneeded textbooks with ones you need for homework tonight, you sighed, “yes billy. it’s a partner project. kinda have to work together.”

“dad’s not gonna like that.” he stated like he cared about your well-being (he couldn’t give two shits). “yeah, well, i’m trying to keep good grades to get out of this shithole. so my academics are coming first. i can handle my jailer.” final words as you slammed your locker closed and headed to the parking lot.

you rolled out your shoulders twice as you made the short walk to steve harrington’s maroon bmw. he was sitting on the trunk with his head down while scribbling away. “nice car, harrington. almost prettier than you.” your way of greeting him.

he hurried to close one of two notebooks he had, face looking a bit red in the cool january air. “you okay?” eyeing him head to toe. he played off the moment with a smile, “yeah, yeah. ready?”

he hopped off his car and it bounced with the loss of his weight. steve walked to the back door on the passenger side to throw his things on the floor, then he reached a hand out for you.

“what are you…” “asking for your stuff. come on, i’m freezing out here.” a light shake to his hand made the point.

you waited a second longer before handing over your books then shrugging your backpack off and over to steve. he then closed the door and instead of heading to the drivers side, he opened your door and nodded at you. “always open doors for girls, harrington?” instinctively teasing him.

you missed the shy smile, but heard him say, “only the special ones.” he kept his voice, low. hoping you wouldn’t hear it as he closed you in and ran to his side.

-

the harrington household was big, style a decade old, well cleaned, and empty. the only inhabitants were steve and the occasional cleaning lady and landscaper who come by when his parents call in a request. you didn’t say it aloud, but you wished you could live in this empty house. just you and max, staying away from the bad that stained your indiana home.

“we could just work at the dining table.” steve directed the both of you to the dark stained oak wood, four polished and carved seats pushed in. only two were occupied close together.

the room was mostly quiet, pages moving and pencils writing were the main noise when not discussing the work. steve actually putting in some elbow grease with his portion of the project and would ask for help if he was stuck, it was nice.

you leaned back into the cushion of your chair with a sigh that turned to a low hiss. “you okay?” steve asked with concerned puppy eyes.

you ignored him, “uh, where’s- where’s your bathroom?” his brows pinched in the middle then relaxed a fraction,

“uh, down the hall to the right.” pointed over his shoulder. you excused yourself quickly down the hall and locked the door behind you. twisting your torso to the left the pain spiked again. lifting the bottom of your shirt, the deep purple bruise taunting you, you couldn’t feel the wet blood sticking to your skin and shirt.

you threw the shirt down, unlocked the door and walked back to the table where steve had his head laying on the table with his eyes closed. his head looked up when you loudly gathered your work pile together,

“where you going? we’re not done.” steve pushed himself out his chair. you didn’t bother looking his way, “uh, i- i, uh i forgot about something. very important.” a half-assed excuse, just needing to leave the too quiet house now.

“well, i could drive you. wherever or drop you off at ho-“ “no!” yelling the word at kind hearted steve. you deflated a bit, palms running over your head, “sorry. no, i’m fine on my own.” turning away from steve to grab your bag and shoes.

“woah, woah, woah. wait, just-“ “steve, i gotta-“ “you’re bleeding.”

you stopped in your tracks, books to your chest. “what?” confused and panicked.

“you have spots of red showing through your shirt,” steve voice was closer now. it made you jerk away. “i’m sure it’s nothing. uh, thanks for… yeah. i’m just gonna-“

“hey.” his voice was carful, gentle like the wind. he was holding the bone of your wrist like fine china. only used to a crushing touch as if you were an aluminum can that’s been drained of its intoxicating drink.

you could feel the shape of his body from behind, envision his deep brown eyes melting in emotions. “y/n, come on, let me look. might need to clean it.” it felt like he was talking to a scared child. and you felt like one in the moment.

“i’m fine, steve.” steeling yourself. building your guard strong.

he rounded from behind to stand in front of you, blocking your exit, “please, y/n. i just want to make sure you're okay.” his thumb rubbing over your wrist while he stared directly into your eyes.

and you couldn’t stop the tears even if you wanted. it started with a glossy view before you felt the cold droplets hitting your cheeks and rolling down your nose and over your lips and chin. lips wobbling as you tried to swallow the sobs but once one slipped the others ran free. you’re sure you would’ve collapsed to the floor if it wasn’t for steve catching you in his arms and guiding the both of you slowly down.

“hey, hey. it’s okay, you're okay.” steve pushed your head into his neck while he rubbed a palm over your shoulder blades. “im here for you, y/n.”

“i- i don’t- don’t wanna go- go home, steve. please.” fingers curling into the front of his shirt to keep him close as your tears stained his skin.

“it’s okay. you don’t have too.” a ragged inhale through your mouth, “i- i have to. for- for max.”

steve’s hands worked gently to move your head away from hiding and back into the light. whites of your eyes red, lids growing puffy. cheeks flushed in color with tear tracks. steve worked his thumbs at wiping away your distress, wishing he could whisk you away from this town.

“let’s not think about home right now. let’s just clean you up.”

a meek nod was all it took for steve to pick you off the floor and lead the two of you towards the bathroom. steve places you on the closed toilet, knees hitting the wall so steve could grab stuff from the cupboards and clean you from behind.

you closed your eyes and forced yourself to keep taking deep and slow breaths in and out. in and out, in and out until your head didn’t feel so light and your heart stopped racing.

“okay, i’m gonna need to lift your shirt, is that okay honey?” steve squatted by your side with the tips of his fingers touching your thigh. bleary eyes watched steve, took in the way he called you honey, smooth and soft. without a word you pulled the back of your shirt off, head out of the opening so all the fabric sat on your collarbones.

“thank you. just let me know if it hurts, i’ll stop.” words you’re not used to. usually it’s just yelling obscenities as you suck in your sobs.

a wet stinging sensation caused you to flinch away. “sorry, sorry. i’ll let you know when i’m going in. okay, so three, two…. one.” and the sting was still there. it wasn’t painful like the first.

steve did that two more times before he asked a question. “did… did billy do this?” and you knew what he was feeling when he spit your step-brothers name with venom. you zoned out on your fingers, “no. not… not billy. higher up.” pinching the skin around your bones, thinking about the horrid man.

steve was quiet, not cleaning your wounds since he didn’t count down. a tiny flinch came as a reaction when you felt his fingers prod around your bruises. “i’m sorry.” words a whisper meant only for your ears.

you shook your head slightly, “don’t say sorry. it’s not your fault. no one’s fault.” “including yours. it’s not your fault.” it was like he could read into your mind with how quick his response was. you didn’t bother saying anything back, just a look over your shoulder, puffy and droopy eyes taking in the sight of steve before looking back to his wall.

-

[rkvriki]

— being interrupted by the other members ! (hyung line)

hello everyone !

my first post !! i hope you enjoy it, i'm still not good at writing but im trying my best to improve, also english isn't my first language so there might be grammar errors :) i will also be making a maknae line one !!

make sure to leave feedback my asks are open and so is my inbox so let's talk !!

WARNINGS ! contains suggestive themes but not smut (heeseung and jake), swearing, it's proofread but might have grammar errors.

note; this was inspired by @delcakoo !!

word count: 2k !

LEE HEESEUNG !

heeseung would straight up get annoyed at whoever doesn't even care to knock or whatever.

you two would be hanging out in his dorm after he came from tour. he was missing you a lot and today was the perfect day, since the others were all out, either at the movies or visiting family or friends.

the two of you were in his room, each playing on a laptop. you were finally having the kartrider match that heeseung said he would win after being a sore loser for losing to you at mario kart (in front of the other boys 😟)

you were going at it for almost 2 hours and always found yourselves in a tie. 

“ heeseung can you just accept that i am literally better than you at this and move on, please?”

“it’s bold of you to assume I would ever, in my life, admit that.” he said, focusing on the game again. you rolled your eyes at his statement, asking yourself again why you were dating him.

sighing, you kept playing, and even though you were tired of playing, you would never let him win obviously, you’re not gonna let your ego get hurt, like who would ever do that.

another round was over and you won again. 

“see, heeseung give up, honey, i'm no weak bitch and you will never beat me.” you said smirking and stretching yourself in your place. 

heeseung looked at you with an annoyed expression, quickly changing it to a smirk. you raised your brow at that, before he spoke.

“then let’s do this. you sit on my lap while you play and let’s see who wins, ok?” you rolled your eyes at his suggestion but accepted it anyways (like who would even refuse 🤒 i would fold so quickly for this man)

you were in the second lap of the game when you felt hee’s hand sliding up your thigh, while the other played skilfully. 

you tried focusing but you were quickly letting your mind drift to other things aka your boyfriend’s touch.

his hand started going upwards on your thigh, grabbing the skin there, making you squirm.

“look that’s not fair, hee!” you said pouting while still trying to play.

heeseung stopped playing completely, grabbing you and laying you on his bed.

he looked into your eyes, making you look away and covering your cheeks in a soft red tint.

he grabbed your face while hovering over you, admiring your features before kissing your lips softly. you put your hands on his cheeks, deepening the kiss, while he separated your lips with his tongue, making you feel your cheeks getting warmer. 

his hands started roaming under your shirt caressing your soft tummy.

that was until the door banged open against the wall, revealing a loud jungwon.

“hyung we brought- oh”

heeseung took his lips from yours looking at jungwon who was like 🧍‍♂️ by the door.

“jungwon get the hell out before i make you lick the toilet.” heeseung told jungwon who quickly mumbled a sorry and closed the door then going back to whatever he was up to.

justice for my man pls 😞

PARK JONGSEONG !

jay is just so used to being annoyed that he would just tell whoever to fuck off

like you two would be just hanging out in the han river sat in a towel you two brought, while eating the homemade meal jay made with so much love just for you (i'm getting delulu)

you were just enjoying the soft breeze going through your hair that was also refreshing, not too cold, not too warm, the perfect date for you guys.

the sun was hitting jay’s face just perfectly and you couldn’t help but grab your phone, snapping a quick pic of him looking so handsome.

that’s your man!!

you smiled to yourself going back to eating peacefully.

after you both ate, you cleaned everything up before laying down and cuddling with each other.

“was the food good?”

“it was perfect, thank jongseong-ie.” you told him pecking his lips a few times and smiling softly at him, making his lips stretch his lips into one and his eyes grow in two crescent moons, making him look adorable.

you laid your head on his chest as you two talked for a while. 

you two fell in a comfortable silence, now sitting down next to each other, appreciating the view before your eyes, just admiring the simple things that made others so unique.

you felt jay’s eyes on the side of your face, you looked at him, making him smile ever so softly ( i can’t take it anymore pls 😫).

as you were leaning into each other, you started listening to familiar voices into the distance.

“OMG aren't that jay and y/n??”

“what?? where? OH- YES it’s them, let's say hi!!”

you separated from each other making jay roll his eyes as he saw niki and jake run in your direction.

“hey y/n!!! we haven’t seen each other in such a long time!!! what a coincidence!” niki said running to hug you and sitting down next to you.

“yeah, should keep it that way.” jay mumbled quietly.

“hyung stop being such a party pooper you should be happy to see your beloved friends.” niki said, rolling his eyes making you laugh at the interaction between the two boys.

“it’s ok, jay. i won’t mind hanging out with them just for a while, we have plenty of time.”

jay looked at you with a dumbfounded expression not believing his own partner was betraying just like that.

one like, one piece for jay 🙏

SIM JAEYUN !

jake would honestly just be chill like that  🤙

you two would be in his bed at the dorms watching whatever show was playing in the background because, honestly, neither of you were paying attention, rather focused on other things.

you both were making out in his bed, with you straddling his lap with his hands holding your hips in place (pick me, choose me.)

the room was filled with the sounds of your lips touching.

you were kissing each other without a single care in the world. just focusing on the feeling of your tongues brushing against each other so hungrilly, making both of you let out quiet sounds.

“jake…” you said backing up from his lips, but he went straight to attacking your neck with kisses and soft bites (ksdfafjv)

“jake, the movie…and the others might come in…” you tried telling him to stop but honestly you didn’t want him to stop.

“don’t worry about that, right now. just focus on me yeah?”

interrupting your thoughts, jake’s lips found their way back into your, making you forget about whatever you were worried about.

your mind was blank just filled with jake and his sweet tongue.

jake jake jake jake jake jake (same honey, same)

jake’s hand started making their way underneath your shirt just softly caressing your stomach and keeping his hands there but the door suddenly opened, and heeseung made his way into the room, stopping in his tracks, when he finally took a look at what you were both doing.

you tried backing away from jake, but he put his hand behind your head, not letting you stop kissing him.

“uuhh…” heeseung said, still in his spot, rubbing the back of his neck while looking at his feet, because suddenly they were the most interesting thing in the world.

jake finally pulled away looking at heeseung like nothing was going on.

“hi hyung, you need something?” he said, smiling softly at him while you were still on top of him and his hands were still inside your shirt.

“umnh…yeah?? i was looking for my green shirt, maybe you have it??” heeseung asked, avoiding looking jake in the eyes.

“oh yeah, i think i left it inside my closet check it there.” he told the older boy while pointing to the said closet.

right after that, his lips found his way back to yours again, like heeseung wasn't in the room.

said man made his way over to the closet, almost tripping in his way, since he was trying to look everywhere but you two.

making a go fund me to buy heeseung new eyes 😕

PARK SUNGHOON !

sunghoon would get shy when somebody would catch him being a simp for you.

you two were in the dorm in the shared dressing room where skin care and makeup stuff were. 

you saw other people on tik tok making their partners makeup and you wanted to try on your princess aka sunghoon (he is such a babygirl, prove me wrong)

“sunhoonie…” you slowly started already hinting you wanted something from him.

“yeah princess? need anything?”

“so you know… there’s this thing going on tik tok an-”

“no.”

“sunghoon plea-”

“no.”

“oh come on, won’t you do it for me, pretty please??” you tried, giving the best puppy eyes you could.

“y/n, i already made my decision and i won’t go back.”

“ok, then i think it will be fine if i told the other guy about when we were in the pool and you pee-”

“OK! STOP THERE PLEASE!” he said almost screaming looking around as if someone might be listening.

you smiled innocently at him, getting up and grabbing his hand already leading him to where you were, in the dressing room, for more than 20 minutes now.

“OW- y/n it’s the third time you poke me with that stupid brush, can you just get over with it??” you rolled your eyes at him, somebody help you with your whiny boyfriend.

“sunghoon, stop whining and let me do my job goddammit!!” (annoying mf fr)

he just sighed, closing his eyes again, feeling the brush run over his eyelids again.

hoon was just hoping no one would enter the room and caught him lacking 🙏

“hoon, choose a color please!!” you showed him three lip tints in your hand, holding them with a huge smile. 

sunghoon resisted the urge to roll his eyes and picked a red-ish color. you smiled at his pick, making him smile at you because you were so cute.

you slowly swiped the lip brush against his lips tinting them in a red that fits him just perfectly.

you took a step back, admiring how pretty he looked with his almost finished look.

“now this! this will make you the prettiest princess!” you said taking something he couldn’t tell from your makeup bag.

“close your eyes, omg you're so not good at this sunghoon!!!”

he closed his eyes, making them flutter slightly, and you took a second to appreciate his pretty feature smiling at how pretty he actually is.

going back to work. you open the container of liquid eye glitter applying it under his eyes and brushing some in his eyelids making his eyes shimmer .

“ok!! i'm done now!!!”

sunghoon opened his eyes taking off his headband that was holding his bangs, letting them fall on his forehead slightly covering his eyes.

“you look so pretty omg hoonie!!” you said clapping your hands admiring your hard work

just as he was about to comment his looks

“OMG EVERYONE COME SEE THIS” 

he looked at the door and saw sunoo with his phone already up capturing pics of this precious moment.

“GO AWAY SUNNO I SWEAR-”

“OMG HYUNG YOU LOOK SO BABYGIR-” niki said but sunghoon interrupted him by throwing your make up brush at him.

“sunghoon my brush!!”

pray for my #1 babygirl 😞 🙏

check the maknae line version here !

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[milawritesstuff]

Gavi X Pedri X Reader Smut!

A/N: I’ve had this request in my inbox for weeks and despite all of your great ideas it was hard to actually sit down and write. I hope you like it. And if you don’t then please don’t let me know lol. But if you do please tell me because that motivates me to write more.

•••

You sat on the couch along with two of your closest friends. They had a few free days from their typical busy schedule and you had been watching movies and playing video games.

You stood up and poured another drink into your cup. The dark haired one, Pedri, turned over and smiled at you. -Why don’t we make this more interesting?- You walked back to the couch and sat next to him. -When someone loses.- he said pointing to the board game you had set out on the coffee table. -You have to remove one article of clothing.- He raised his eyebrows as a way of asking if you and Gavi were in on it. You laughed.

Gavi on the other couch laughed. -You know you’re not subtle at all? We know you want to see her naked.- he took a sip of his drink. Pedri began to laugh as you turned your attention to Gavi. -I know you want to as well, Pablito.- you said and the three of you began to laugh. Before you began to play again you filled up everyone’s cup with their alcohol of choice.

You lost the first game and you proceeded to unbutton and take off your pants leaving you in just your underwear and shirt. Gavi gulped. Pedri leaned over. -Y/N you could have just take off your bra, you didn’t have to start off so strong.- he said. You smiled. -That would have been smart, if I was wearing one.- you added causing both boys to look at each other and gulp.

You knew you couldn’t afford to lose again and not so soon. You only had a shirt and your underwear left and losing either one would leave you extremely exposed. The next one to lose was Gavi. He took off one shoe. -That doesn’t really count.- you said and he laughed. He rolled his eyes. -Fine.- he took off the other and his socks. You shook your head. The next round was lost by Pedri. Before he could take anything off you yelled at him. -Wait.- You walked over to him and he stood up to face you. You pulled at the hem of his shirt and pulled it off of him. He stared at you intensely. You placed your hand on his chest which sent shivers down his body.

The two of you were soon interrupted by Gavi who yelled out. -Come on, we still have a lot of clothes to get rid of.- You went back and sat down on the couch continuing to play. Eventually Gavi was left in nothing but his boxers. Pedri still had his pants on and you had your shirt and underwear. You could feel their piercing eyes on you every time it was your turn. You lost.

You looked up at the two boys waiting eagerly for you to make your choice as to what you would be taking off. You stood up and looked at them once again. -Well, this is a very hard decision.- you said and they laughed.

Gavi stood. -I have a suggestion.- He looked over at Pedri who nodded his head. -We each get to chose what you take off.- Said Gavi.

You had made out with both boys, separately. Some drunken nights had turned into more with each of them but it never went past that. They were two of your closest friends and you enjoyed their company. But you would be lying if the thought of having them both, together, didn’t excite you. You turned over to Pedri who smiled.

-Well, what do you chose, Pedri?- You said feeling butterflies in your stomach. He stood up and gulped.

-I think.- he said as he neared you and bent down a little beginning to push your shirt up and eventually exposed your breasts. He licked his lips. -I think I want the shirt off.- he pulled it off of you and threw it on the floor. He stood in front of you almost frozen. You turned over to look at Gavi who was sitting on the couch bitting his bottom lip.

-And you?- he smiled and walked over to you.

-Well, I don’t have much of a choice, do I?- he bent down in front of you and bit the top of your underwear with his teeth slowly pulling them down. You could feel yourself getting wetter.

You stepped out of your underwear and Gavi stood up. You grabbed both of their hands and walked them over to your room. They looked all around and waited for you. You went towards your bed. -Are you guys ready?- you said, the words barely making their way out of your mouth.

Both boys nodded and Pedri took a step closer to you. He sat you on the edge of the bed. He kneeled in front of you. -Spread your legs.- he whispered and you did as he asked. You turned your attention to Gavi who was just standing there. You looked down at he bulge begging to come out of his underwear. You moaned as soon as you felt Pedri’s mouth on your core. His tongue flickered up and down. You looked down at Pedri who looked up almost as if he was looking for affirmation that he was doing well. You smiled and then looked back to Gavi. His bewildered eyes. Your mouth open and moans escaping it from the pleasure Pedri was giving you.

-Are you just going to stand there?- you asked Gavi. Pedri turned his attention to his friend and smirked. -Vamos Pablo. Now is your chance to do all the things you told me you wanted to do to her.-

You smiled at the thought of them talking about you. Gavi laughed and walked towards the bed. Pedri moved you completely onto the bed and went back to licking you. Gavi slowly got on the bed and your eyes locked with each other. You followed his every move. He leaned in close to your mouth and placed a soft kiss on your lips causing you to moan along with Pedri’s tongue inside of you. Gavi smirked.

He moved himself down and massaged your breasts. You felt as he placed his mouth around your nipples causing you to arch your back. One hand on your breasts and his other hand moving up and down his length.

You could feel electricity being sent through your body with their touch. You moaned out Pedri’s name as he flickered his tongue and you felt yourself come. He raised his head up and you could see your juices all over his lips.

-Come here.- you told Pedri who kneeled in front of you on the bed. You looked up at him and began to tug down on his boxers eventually exposing his hard length already leaking with precum. You grabbed it and put your lips around the tip. As soon as he felt your touch he threw his head backwards and furrowed his brows.

You felt Gavi’s hands around your waist. He slowly moved his hands around your ass and lifted you a bit. You got the hint and went on all fours on the bed without letting Pedri out of your mouth.

You felt small kisses being left down your back by Gavi. You heard a wrapper opening as Gavi put on a condom. And then you felt him enter you. You did your best not to bite down on Pedri as you moaned.

-Faster, Gavi.- you yelled as you felt him going in and out of you. You also felt as Pedri began to thrust faster into your mouth. But you wanted to feel him inside of you too. Gavi slapped your ass. You opened your eyes and saw Pedri’s face. His red cheeks. His furrowed brows.

-Pedri, I want you to finish inside of me.- although you directed these words at Pedri they had an effect on Gavi who began to thrust in sloppier. -Pablo.- you moaned as he pushed you into the bed. Pedri took himself out of your mouth and laid on the bed watching.

Eventually Gavi came and yelled out profanities. He took himself out of you and disposed of the condom.

But you still wanted, no, needed more. You directed your attention to Pedri and crawled over him. He rested his back on your headrest. You took out a condom from your dresser and placed it on him.

-Now it’s your turn.- you said as he lifted you up and then entered you. You closed your eyes with pleasure as he bucked up his hips and kneaded your breasts. He looked up at you with anticipation. Gavi on the bed just looking as you bounced up and down on his friend.

Eventually Pedri made you come. You got off of him and he took the condom off. You laid there in between the two of them.

-Well that definitely made it interesting.- you said breaking the silence causing all three of you to laugh.

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

congrats on 1k! can I request bucky fluff where the reader is plus sized and is insecure about her stomach & love handles specifically so she distances herself from bucky and doesn’t want him to see her for a couple days but on the last day she just breaks down and he helps her🥺 thank you

im plus sized too and I’ve been having a hard time recently. 🤍

༉‧₊˚. 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 (𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬) 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 || 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

― pairing: bucky barnes x plus size!reader

― summary: the toxic thoughts never really went away, and instead of pushing bucky away, you finally decide to let him in, to help you.

― warnings: body Issues, insecurities, crying, a bit of self-hatred if you squint, referenced bullying.

― wc: 1014

⋆ a/n: i'm sorry this had been sitting in my inbox for so long, but i hope you feel better, and just a reminder, you are beautiful/handsome/gorgeous or whatever terms you prefer, and you don't have to change for anyone.

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It was no secret that you were bigger than everyone else; chubby, plus sized, fat, plump, curvaceous, whatever you call it, that was who you were. It was hard being larger than other people throughout your childhood to teenage years, people were mean, and it most definitely altered the way that you thought about yourself.

Even though you were an adult now and managed to separate yourself from that toxic mindset that you had to be skinny to be beautiful, degrading thoughts popped up occasionally. It was a subtle change, starting from paying extra attention to how your double chin looked in pictures, to how your clothes felt a little too tight and itchy against your skin, and ever since you had begun to date Bucky, these episodes grew intense.

When you were a teenager, it felt as though no one would ever have a crush on you, and even if they did, they would rather be caught dead than admit that they were into the cute chubby chick in their class. With Bucky, this was totally different. He wasn’t afraid to be vocal about his attraction to you, let alone able to keep his hands off you; he was always grabbing something, either that be your hand, thigh, hip, waist, and scandalously enough, sometimes your tits and ass.

So, when you had moments like these where you couldn’t help but glare holes at the prominent bumps in your pants, the curve of your stomach that pushed out your shirt, you didn’t want to be touched, let alone be around Bucky. When you felt so lowly about yourself, you began to question your self-worth, questioning whether you deserved Bucky’s affections, that you deserved him. It was no secret that Bucky was extremely handsome, that he was quite the charmer with his sarcasm and flirtatiousness, and he directed all of that to you.

It surprised you at first, that a man like him confessed that he couldn’t keep his head on straight while you were around him, that his brain trailed to many different places when he thought about you.

It had been a couple of days since you had texted Bucky, let alone took him up on any of his offers to go out on a date. You couldn’t imagine yourself wearing that dress that your boyfriend loved so much, couldn’t fathom him even being seen with someone like you. Being cooped up on your couch in clothes that were big enough to practically blanket over your full body while wallowing in self-pity seemed like a better time to you than tolerating the rather judgmental glances people on the streets would give the two of you. Trashy tv had been playing for longer than you could remember, your home growing to become an absolute mess, the motivation to practice self-care had pretty much been thrown out of the window.

Occasionally you pondered the idea of instead of shutting Bucky out when you had gotten like this, talking to him about it. You didn’t want to sound whiny or like you were searching for compliments, seeing as though he never forgot to remind you every single day that he thought you were the prettiest girl he had ever seen, and he had been alive for a very long time. You knew he wouldn’t be mean about it, that he would be more than happy to reassure you that you were his, that your body was like a temple that he felt was a privilege for him to be able to explore.

Then it hit you, like that wall of despair had finally crumbled down, and then, you were crying. The feeling of loneliness loomed over you as you allowed yourself to sob, to feel warm tears trail down your plump cheeks. Reaching for your phone, you didn’t hesitate to click on Bucky’s number. He didn’t even allow it to ring over one time before he picked up.

All he had to hear was your sniffles before you received a, “I’m on my way, doll.”

It didn’t take him that long to reach your building, opening your door with a key that you had given earlier in the relationship. You tugged him into a deep embrace, burying your face in his shoulder as you shook. His metal arm held you close to him as his flesh one stroked your back soothingly, only moving when you had calmed down. That’s how you wound up sitting on the couch once again, Bucky’s hand laying comfortingly on your thigh as he waited for you to tell him what happened.

“I’m sorry I’ve been avoiding you, Buck.. I just.. haven’t been too comfortable with my looks lately. Whenever I get like this, I sometimes question whether or not you should even be with someone like me. I mean c’mon, I’ve been dating an ex-avenger, the guy that helped take down the Flag Smashers. When I think about it, me and you just sound kind of ridiculous.” You knew your words sounded cruel, painful even as Bucky felt like his heart was getting ripped out of his chest. “Baby, nothing about us sounds ridiculous. In fact, I think we sound just right. You’re my girl, sweetheart, I chose to be with you, to let you see all of me, and you know that’s not easy for me to do.” The hand that was on your thigh moved up to cup your cheek, gently pulling your attention to him.

“I love all of you. Every single curve, bump, and flaw that you may think you see in yourself. I wouldn’t trade you for anyone or anything, so try to remember that for me, please, hun.” You felt tears springing back into your eyes as you allowed him to pull your body into his, laying himself down so you could lay directly on top of him. “Buck..” You whispered in embarrassment. “Ah ah ah, doll.  I think you keep forgetting that I’m a super soldier.” He teased, wrapping his arms around you.

“Sometimes.” You said sheepishly with a smile on your face.

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[merci-bitch]

The Coat Is Off

Lady Lesso x fem!reader

Warning(s): Not too detailed smut, teasing, it’s Lesso 🤷🏼‍♀️

A/N: My inbox certainly is overflowing !! Love to see it. And I haven’t ignored anyone ! I’m trying to start from an end and move my way towards the other haha. But it’s all good, keep em’ coming.

Not too long, and any mistakes are mine !

For once, if not for the first time you had a break during the day. In between classes. Well, it wasn’t really a break. You had stacks of paperwork to get through, and things to grade. It felt like a mountain that couldn’t get climbed. It was awfully tiring but it had to be done.

You didn’t hear the door open, neither did you hear the sound of a pair of heels clicking against the stone floor alongside a cane. Too focused in your writing. You bit your lip and got up from your desk to go trap the other stack of papers on the desk by the window, only to feel someone grab your wrist.

“Seems awfully rude to ignore me, doesn’t it?”

It was Lesso. A sly smirk on her face as her grip on your wrist tightened. Lesso used her other hand to move the hair from your shoulder and leaned in. She let her nose move alongside your neck. Her warm breath on your skin sent shivers down your spine.

“Lesso I-I really need to finish grading these pa-“

Lesso cut you off by shushing you. Moving up to cover your mouth with her finger. Her other hand moved from your wrist, moved up your thigh and then between your legs, cupping you in her hand. You let out a gasp in response. You gripped her hand and looked at her. She had that glint in her eyes. A cat like grin on her face as she moved even closer to you.

“I-I have to-“ She cut you off once again with a kiss. Cupping your face with both hands as the kiss became more demanding. She started walking you backwards, pushing you against the desk. Getting you to sit on top of it, and standing in between your legs. Her one hand moved down your body, down your thigh and lifted up your leg to wrap around her waist. Her kisses grew more hungry. You moved your head back for air, for her to move her kisses downwards. She started biting at your skin, causing you to hiss out in pleasure. Your hands gripped her forearms, then trying to push her coat off. It landing on the floor.

Her lips found yours once again as her hands moved to your waist. You felt her nails through your shirt. She bit your bottom lip and pulled it with her as she moved her head slightly back. You let out a breath as she did. You knew that familiar glint in her eyes. They were dark and hooded. You reached forward to undo the buttons on her vest only for her to swat your hands away from her.

“Nah uh. No touching.” She grinned.

You crossed your arms and pouted at her. Making her chuckle. “Come now, sweetheart. We both know you won’t be complaining in a few minutes.” She leaned in to kiss you again. Your arms still crossed but you let her. “Don’t ruin all the fun.”

“Well, it’s not fun if only you get to touch.”

“No? You wanna make a bet on that?” Lesso said with a smirk. Leaning in close again. Her nose touching yours. “I have papers to grade.” You started to move only to be stopped by a clawing hand. “You’re not going anywhere, little minx.” She purred. Sending shivers down your spine.

It took a while for her to coax you into it. Damn her, you thought. You should have seen this coming. It was Lesso for gods sake. The way she’d entered the classroom? You should have seen it. You should have known you’d end up with her hand covering your mouth as her hand worked wonders between your legs. Enough to make your eyes roll into the back of your head. Muffled moans and gasps coming from your throat as she continued to assault your neck with her mouth. Leaving enough bite marks for people to wonder if someone had actually tried to eat you. The muffled sounds of students from outside the door didn’t help either. The thrill it sent down your spine was proof of that.

The closer you got, the more cocky she got. The more filth she would whisper in your ear. Your on hand was holding onto her hand between your legs tightly, begging her not to stop moving it. You felt your thighs start to tremble. Your eyes making that roll once again as she hit that specific spot inside you. Her hand moving faster, alongside the biting at your jaw; hit a very good spot and suddenly you saw white. The whole world around you disappeared as you entered a moment of pure bliss. You ended up biting into her hand to contain your sounds. A single tear made its way down your cheek.

When she removed her hand you barely got time to catch your breath as your lips were covered by her own once more. A hand on your lower back pushing you closer to her. A moan came from both sides. The paperwork on your desk scattered around the floor completely forgotten. It wasn’t until a loud banging on the door ruined the moment.

“Oh dammit!” You hissed, starting to get off the desk but Lesso wasn’t moving. She staring daggers at the door. You couldn’t help but giggle. You kissed her cheek and pushed at her shoulders. “Get moving Lesso. We still have students to teach.”

[cozzzynook]

Can we get some dratchrod cheering each tower up headcanons?

Ratchet being cheered up by Drift is comforting words and gentle touches. Soft kisses to his red finial and a chassis to lay on. He gets to listen to Drifts spark hum and spin and rest in the knowledge his conjunx is alive. Beside him. Loves him. Chose him.

Drift being comforted by Ratchet is soft. Ratchet uses realistic outcomes and doesn’t give false hope but he does promise to stay every step of the way through it all. He gives tender touches and kind smiles. Hopes he wishes to come true and possibilities for a future if they were to have one.

Rodimus comforting Drift was once trying to cheer him up with fun things like racing, a few cool and hopeful words followed by a cheesy, unsure smile. It became Rodimus being an audial that held no judgement no matter how dark the thoughts became or how depressing Drift felt to be around, Rodimus didn’t complain, didn’t try to change him, didn’t put on false airs or tell Drift he was wrong. Rodimus gave Drift an outlet for any and every emotion no matter how overwhelming or big and let Drift use him the way he needed be it a living diary, sparing partner or a chassis to sob on.

Rodimus comforting Ratchet was terrible in the beginning. Rodimus tried being more genuine only to have it thrown in his face plates. They bickered, argued, Ratchet threw insults and sarcasm and typical bitterness only a long life span of war could give. Making Rodimus defensive and brash, his temper getting the best of him as he yelled and balled his fists trying to keep his flames from sprouting. Rodimus was always the first to walk away because he knew the moment he started smoking from his exhausts things were becoming too much. It took some time, a lot of time, before Rodimus decided to hold his glossa and let Ratchet get everything off his chassis and finally ask with slightly gritted denta what the real problem is. Its then Ratchet gives a great big vent, drops into a chair and lets his shoulder plating droop before finally saying what was wrong. Things become easier after that.

Drift and Ratchet try to comfort Rodimus when they see things become too much for the young co captain but he simply gives a tired smile and says he’ll be fine. Rodimus at the beginning of their journey would’ve immediately found an excuse or took any opening to get out of his responsibilities that weren’t life threatening. In the early days he would jump at the chance to have a bot listen to his problems or complaints. But now the mech before them didn’t utter so much as a word of complaint for his responsibilities save for a sigh or looking tired. He didn’t complain anymore. He didn’t shirk off responsibility of any kind and he didn’t talk about his problems. Rodimus seemed to close off when it came to being comforted and the way didn’t know when it happened or why. What they could’ve done or said to make Rodimus think he couldn’t talk to them. But he didn’t.

It just made overhearing Rodimus half way break down before another mech hurt all the more. Rodimus may have pushed their servo and comfort away but the mech didn’t take no for an answer. They may not have tried to touch Rodimus frame again but they did sit beside him. Their digits brushing faintly along Rodimus’s.

It stung when the younger didn’t pull away and it broke a piece of them when they finally learned the best way to comfort this new Rodimus, was sitting besides him in silence, a digit laced with his own as he looked down deep in his own thoughts.

They hoped to one day be trusted with giving Rodimus comfort not knowing Rodimus felt unworthy of their comfort and comfort in general, since he’s failed so much and put them through far more than either ever deserved.

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Is it obvious i love this ship but i like putting Rodimus through angst? Hope you enjoyed this 😊

Also tips are much appreciated but i also love getting asks in my inbox 🥰

[thegreatestsandwich]

Reader: “What's that look for?”

Xavier: “...You’re in my seat.”

Reader: “Well I’m not moving, so either stop being a little bitch about it, and get another seat, or sit in my lap.”

Xavier: “What?!”

Reader: “You heard me. I don’t care what you chose, but hurry it up, we don’t have all day.”

I’m only me when I’m with you (Xavier Thorpe x Ghost!Reader)

Masterlist

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Ghost!reader

Word count: 837 words

Summary: School was enough punishment for you so the best thing you could do to not suffer was to take another guy's seat and being a little ass about it.

Warning: Nothing to be honest, but I was thinking a bit of enemies to lovers kind of thing?

A/N: I have finished Wednesday, I am sad that there's not a lot of fics for this baby, if you have any request for him! My inbox is open!

Coments, Reblogs and Asks are happily received! I love to read your lovely coments :)

Some say that the road to life Is paved with good intentions. In your case, it’s been hand-carved with a bad script and horrible soundtrack music that no-one in their right mind would ever hear, even if they were drunk or high.

There was a time when the world was blindsided from your kin. They were violent, mean, untamed, uncivilized, murderers. You were victims from them, lost souls that couldn’t passed to the other side, so you stayed hidden, most of you were loners, living with the others, dying on your own.

For some, they decided to stick into groups, forming “families” that kept them sane enough to continue surviving in this world and when Nevermore Academy was funded in 1791, the “youngest” were sent there to learn what was out there. Well, let’s be honest, no sane ghost was in their right mind to sit hours and hours learning things they would never use on their eternal life, but here you were, a newbie, a fresh/dead fish on this huge tank as a punishment for your reckless behavior.

The introduction went as expected, you couldn’t even use the uniform the principal Weems had given you, you couldn’t sleep or eat, so the room she provided you was useless and your roommate was more than happy to occupy your space without second thought.

And even if you didn’t care, you were force to attend classes like the others, even if you couldn’t grab a pencil to take notes, have a backpack to carry your books or even socialize with the others without making a death joke. (Ghost, remember? They have a deathly sense of humor)

So that lead us to the present, you arrived earlier to the greenhouse, not really ready or happy to be sitting here (or floating on a chair) and listen to miss Thornhill lecture about some kind of plant, to be honest you would prefer to just wander around, to cross some walls, scare some students, anything other than being a good student.

Your hands moved over your desk, watching how the few chains that were attached of your wrists began dragging across of it. You smiled at the wicked joke you thought about, but didn’t say anything. Not even a hello to miss Thornhill when she happily welcomed you to her class, offering to give you a copy of the material so you could catch up.

You would had said yes and a thank you, but let’s be real, your hands would only break through it so what was the point.

The sound of the other students approaching didn’t made break your trance from your chains. Hell, you didn’t even care about the murmurs of the others because of your clothes, have they never seen a bloody teenager with several chains that wrapped on her limbs on their lives? Weirdos.

Someone cleared their throat next to you, but your eyes never left your hands, then they did it again, making you frown, then again, that’s when you decided to look what the hell their problem was.

And there he was, the owner of the clearly weird throat, he was tall, his hair up to his shoulders, a dirty brown and green eyes. You frowned in confusion, apparently everyone was now paying attention to both of you.

“What’s that look for?” You asked him. “Never seen a bloody ghost in your life?”

He shook his head, pausing for a moment. “You are in my seat.”

“Really?” You began smiling, he wasn’t serious, was he? “I’m on your seat.”

“Yes, and I would appreciate if you moved.” He motioned to the chair next to you. You stared at him, he taking the challenge and not looking away.

“So hypothetically speaking, if I look under this chair, I will see your name them.” You gently began going down, passing through the chair before quickly appearing once again. “Didn’t see any name.”

The guy close his eyes in annoyance, he was getting frustrated. “Just move, please.”

You pursed your lips, your head moving to each side, contemplating your options, your arms crossed on your chest, the chains moving with them, his green eyes looking at them before meeting your eyes once again. “Well, I’m not moving, so either stop being a little bitch about it, and sit next to me or sit on my lap…and don’t worry, I won’t feel a thing, maybe you will but that’s the fun of not knowing, isn’t it?” You smiled.

“What?” He exclaimed, finally noticing how everyone was watching them, even miss Thornhill. “You can’t be serious.” He hissed.

“Oh baby, you heard me.” You stood up, your feet not touching the ground. “I don’t care what you chose to be honest but hurry up.” Your arms opened and you did a little spin. “We don’t have all day, sweet-cheeks.” And you “sat” down once again, smiling victoriously as he contemplated his options.

He sighed in defeat and sat next to you. Oh, you will enjoy this class so much.

[neonpaperlanterns]

Dog day x reader fluff! One night the reader, while cuddled up with dog day, makes sure his entire body is loved. Even the scars.

Very emotional dog day, and also a lot of romantic talk between the two of them.

Reader ends it off with a passionate kiss; leaving dog day gasping for air. Done!

[A/n: I'm sorry this took so long! I promise I haven't forgotten the other asks in my inbox either. I am working on those as well. Also to be safe content warning for suggestive material. Just to be safe I will be putting this under mature.]

All of you

DogDay stalled in front of the dresser mirror. His gaze slowly drifted up from his legs and the mismatched patchwork that adorned them, to the prominent scar that circled his midsection; taunting him,  and then to the worn thin discolored fur on his arms. Carefully he ran his hand along his forearm. 

The texture was rough under his fingertips. He used to be soft, huggable but now; now he was just not.

Gritting his teeth he glared at his reflection, it glared back. Balling his hand into a fist he felt the urge to break the glass. Wanted to watch it crack and shatter so he wouldn’t have to see himself anymore. He watched his arm rise, skin tight over his knuckles as he readied himself.

“DD you read-” He heard your voice trail off near the bedroom door. Hunching in on himself he dropped his raised fist and averted his gaze towards the floor. Shame burned through his stomach as he shuffled in place. He knew you were staring at him. Could even imagine the expression you were wearing.

“You wanna talk about it?” Your voice is so soft as you approach. He watched as you grabbed his hand. You rub gentle circles along his wrist as you carefully pry his fist open. He still can’t bring himself to look at you, instead boring holes into your interlocked fingers.

DogDay tried to swallow, his throat uncomfortably dry as he struggled to form words. 

“I don’t… I’m not…” He struggled as he pawed at his stomach. Could feel the raised skin there as he choked. 

“Oh.” DogDay couldn't discern the emotion in your voice. Were you disappointed in him? Were you angry? Disgusted? He couldn’t tell and he couldn’t stop the tears that were welling up. A wet cough escaped him as he tried to pull away. He didn’t want you to see him like this.

But you wouldn’t let him go. Instead you tightened your grip and pulled him closer. 

“Wait, don’t go.” Worry colored your voice as you wrapped your other arm around his waist. 

“Please don’t cry. I didn’t mean…” He heard your tongue click as you tried to find the right words. You let out a hum as you moved away slightly.

“Come here.” DogDay lets you lead him towards the bed. His vision still blurry as he stumbled after you. Gently you sit him down, the mattress dipped under his weight as you stand between his knees.

“Could you look at me, please?” He could never refuse you when you asked something of him. Raising his head he looked at you. An open loving smile adorned your face. 

Your hand came up to cup his face and he nuzzled into it. Your thumb ran along his cheek.

“I love you so much.” Leaning forward you planted a kiss on his forehead. Then to both his cheeks. He felt his breath hitch slightly as your lips brushed down his neck. 

“I love everything about you.” You trail kisses down his shoulder, feather light as you pass over the damaged fur of his bicep. You plant your hand on his chest as you slowly lean him backwards. 

“You’re amazing DogDay. I count everyday that you’re with me as a blessing.” Something warm flutters in his stomach as he gasps. Soft lips whisper praises into his wrists. He’s leaning on his elbows now as fingers dance up his calves, wherever they touch your lips are soon to follow. Insistent but tender kisses are placed along each seam, every scar. 

His stomach clenched as he watched you. His breathing deepened as you kissed over his knee. His eyes half-lidded as your mouth grazes along his thigh. He bunches up the blanket underneath him as your breath teases along the hollow of his hip.

“I know it’s difficult.” Your voice was muffled against his waist . It sent a tickling sensation racing up his spine causing a breathy laugh to leave him.

“And I know you don’t see what I see.” DogDay’s back arched as you kissed along his middle. The raised flesh was sensitive and he didn’t know whether he wanted to squirm away or get closer.

“But I hope you trust me when I say that I find you so incredibly handsome.” You press your lips against his abdomen.

“That I adore you and how you make everything so much brighter.” A kiss to the middle of his chest. He can feel you crawling up, how your knees rest against his ribs.

“You’re so wonderful that I can’t even find all the words to properly explain it.” Lips run along the underside of his chin. You nudge him until he is sprawled out on the bed, looking up at you.

“When I see you my heart soars.” You put your hands on either side of his head. Your lips brushing along his as you speak.

“You’re perfect.” The urge to argue is swallowed up as you kiss him. DogDay sighs into your mouth, his arms come up to wrap around your waist. Pulling you closer he can’t help but melt into your embrace.

[roomsofangel]

GROWING PAINS . . . # CHAPTER TEN !

synopsis you hated christmas. simple. this year was no different, the only thing changing was the scenery when you decide to let your older brother, yunho convince you to visit your grandmother who neither of you had met but hoped it would do some good. everything was still the same — writer’s block, the winter loneliness, the way yunho won’t stop singing jingle bell rock, yeah, everything was the same. at least, until a certain blonde haired boy made it his mission to melt your iced heart.

warnings none really!

wc 980

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a/n as this work goes on, the more it shows there’s multiple storylines! growing pains in a way is also growing out of the past, trauma, and healing and these guys are definitely going to be in for a bumpy ride they avoided for a long time.

“the winter festival is coming up,” you heard yunho mentioned while he stood in front of the kitchen sink beside you, towel drying the dishes you passed to him after soaping and scrubbing them clean enough and rinsing. you hummed in acknowledgment, nodding along while he continued, “you wanna go?”

and you could hear the hope in his voice, meeting the little glance he gave you from the corner of his eye as if he was ready to convince you. “uhh.. what day is it gonna be on?” you asked, trying to find an excuse but yunho shook his head. “we’re going, okay? please, i want us to enjoy christmas this time.” he set down the plate, along with the towel and exhaled, turning his head to look at you.

chewing on your bottom lip, you focused your attention and gaze on washing the plate you had. “i know you never liked it and i appreciate you trying recently but… i want us to do something big, i want pictures and smiles..” yunho continued, his voice soft as he spoke to you

you could feel your muscles tense, especially your shoulders while you absentmindedly scrubbed harder, unaware of the steam from the heated water that started to flow. and it seemed yunho didn’t either, still focused on having you hear him out, sighing. “ever since mom—“

your hands twitch at the mention, cutting him off with the sound of the glass plate shattering when you heard those words and the hot water jolting you, stumbling you back. “shit! yn—“ yunho gasped, quickly turning off the water and moving you our of the way as you stared for a moment, processing what happened

“get me a broom.” he told you and you didn’t say anything, only swallowing and nodding.

blinking a few times, you took a few more steps back in a stumble, bumping into the wall before you went down the hall to get the broom while you heard yunho’s soft little whispers of concern for you

yunho didn’t let you out of his sight the rest of the day, and you couldn’t blame him. the two of you sat on the couch, yunho attempting to beat another mario level while you scrolled through your phone before a knock on the front door was heard

head lifting, yunho paused his game, “who could that be? did grandma say she was expecting anyone?” he asked you and you shrugged, “i don’t know.”

exhaling a breath, yunho pushed himself off the couch, “just a second!” he called out, going to open the door where he saw yeosang on the other side when he opened it.

“oh! yeosang, hey!” he greeted with a bright smile, yeosang nodding first in acknowledgment with a little bow, “hi yunho, is yn home?”

yunho raised a brow for second, tilting his head and glancing to meet your gaze from on the couch then back to yeosang, “yeah! we were just sitting around, come in.” he ushered the brunette inside who accepted the invitation and fixed the beanie on his head, stepping in where he met your curious gaze

“hi yeosang,” you mumbled softly to greet him and his lips curled up a little to form a small smile, “hi yn.”

then he turned to yunho, “is it okay if i steal her for an hour or two?”

you were surprised, no one has asked you to hang out before without yunho — much less ask yunho himself, and you could see yunho was also holding the same feeling with his round eyes and head tilt. “oh! uh.. yeah, what are you guys gonna do?” yunho asked

and yeosang turned to you to answer this, “what do you wanna do? my treat.”

you were speechless for a moment, mouth slightly open as if you wanted to say something but no words followed suit, “i..” you wanted to melt into the couch, stomach in knots. “i’m okay with anything.”

when you got into yeosang’s car, the smell of vanilla engulfed you along with the pinch of smoke, you wondered if yeosang smoked. he didn’t seem like the type to do so in your opinion, but what did you know? you got comfortable in the passengers seat, glancing at his backseat that had a backpack and a few other little things scattered but it wasn’t too messy, if anything even that seemed to be… organized in a way

yeosang cleared his throat, “i’m sorry if i took you by surprise.” he spoke, his car keys in the ignition as he started the car. “i didn’t get to talk to you much last night.” he mumbled while he turned on the radio, turning the volume up slightly before pulling out of your driveway

and it was true, when san had arrived last night, most of your attention unintentionally shifted and focused onto him. it wasn’t on purpose, you tried to defend in your head. but this was your first time having friends that were only your friends, were you doing something wrong? “i’m sorry, yeosang, i must have got lost in everything.” you whispered while glancing down at your lap where your hands resided, your fingers toying with your bracelets

“no, it’s not your fault.” he was quick to reassure, shaking his head as he kept his attention on the road. after a minute of silence, he spoke again, “how do you know san?”

brows furrowing, you pressed your lips together in thought. “i met him at the store, but he stays across the street.” you told him, nodding after, “he’s really sweet! i think you two would get along.” you smiled

“yeah, i’m sure.” yeosang replied, wetting his lips as he continued looking at the road, your gaze focusing more on the window to look outside

and not on the way his hands gripped the wheel and his jaw clenched

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Always The Babysitter - Chapter Eighteen: Suzie, Do You Copy?

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“And if your path won’t lead you home, you can never surrender,” I sang, putting on a layer of mascara. I had to take the kids, minus my brother, to the mall. 

Hawkins got a new mall built; our very first one, and it was the new hangout spot. You either shopped or you hung out, which is what I did most of the time. 

When a knock sounded on my window, I knew it was go time. After I opened my bedroom door, I walked down the hallway and to the front door. For some reason, Mom was still awake, so I asked her if I could borrow the car to go see my favorite person, which she smiled and agreed.

When the kids piled in the car, I drove straight to Hawkins new mall; Starcourt. It literally had everything; shops, a food court, - hell, even a damn movie theater.

“Liv, hurry up, we’re gonna miss the opening!” Will groaned.

“Do I detect whining coming from a Mr. Will Byers?” I asked, looking at him through the rearview mirror. “Blame Mike. His ass had us waiting for him. Plus, I’m going the speed limit.”

“We’ll miss it if you keep complaining,” Mike said.

“Oh, look,” I said, pointing to the big ass building. “We’re here.” I parked in the closest spot I could find, the kids and I piling out before we walked inside the mall.

Lucas was making fun of Mike for being at El and Hop’s house… making out with her the whole time. Gross. But I guess I couldn’t say anything. Steve and I made out half the time.

Will and I laughed at Lucas’ tactics, the latter saying, “See? Even Will and Liv think it’s funny.”

“Because it is,” we said.

“Yeah, it’s so funny that I want to spend romantic time with my girlfriend,” Mike said. “And, Liv, you can’t say anything. That’s all you and Steve do.” “Yeah, but doing nothing but making out isn’t romantic,” I said. “You have to take her out, like on a picnic or something.”

He stopped and turned to face me, giving me a look that I chuckled at.

“Okay, I know it’s hard because of Hop, but you can take her on the front porch with a couple sandwiches or something.”

When we reached the escalators, we walked down them instead of enjoying the small ride it gave, everyone exclaiming out “Hey!” as we walked around them. We walked by a few people, me giving apologies to everyone the kids bumped into, someone saying, “Watch it.”

“Yeah, watch it, nerd,” Erica said. She was sitting by some plants, a waffle cone in her hand from the ice cream shop.

“Isn’t past your bedtime?” Lucas asked.

“Isn't it time you died?” 

“Erica!” I chuckled.

“Psycho!” Lucas said.

“Butthead!” Erica retorted.

A couple more names were thrown at each other before Lucas blew a raspberry at her, Max grabbing his arm and telling him that what he did was mature.

Mike went into the ice cream shop, Scoops Ahoy, walking up to the counter and ringing the bell. A girl I came to know as Robin, hollered out, “Hey, dingus, your children and girlfriend are here!” before the window doors opened up, Steve coming into view, saying, “Again? Seriously?”

Mike just rang the bell a few more times before Robin let them in the back, where we followed Mike to the back door that Steve opened up for us. The kids went out first, Steve telling them, “I swear if anyone hears about this–”, the kids replying, “We’re dead!”  before I tried to sneak by him, but failed as he wrapped his arm around my waist.

“Oh, no you don’t,” he said. I could hear the smile in his words.

I giggled as he walked me back into the back room of the shop, pressing my back against the wall. “Steve! I have to-” Kiss. “-get back-” Kiss. “- to the kids!”

“Later,” he breathed, diving back in for another kiss. “You have to kiss me stupid.”

I smiled, feeling his lips on my teeth before laughing.

Steve groaned, resting his head on my shoulder. “Liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiv.”

“I’m sorry,” I laughed. Taking in a breath, I said, “I’m sorry, I’ll stop. I’ll stop.”

He looked at me, that look of really? in his eyes. I honestly couldn’t help but laugh at his look, him walking away towards the door to the front of the store before I walked up to him, grabbing his hand and turning him around. “I’m sorry.”

Wrapping an arm around my waist, he said, “Uh-huh, sure,” before kissing me again. He pulled away when Robin called, “Hey, dingus! Customers.”

“We’ll finish this later,” he said, nose brushing mine.

“I look forward to it,” I smiled, diving in for one last kiss before he disappeared. Not even five minutes later, the power went out. I stood up and went to the door that led to the front of the store, poking my head out as Steve came walking to the switch by the door. “What happened? Is there a storm coming?”

“I don’t know,” he said, flipping the switch up and down.

I watched Robin walk closer to him, watching him for a moment. “That isn’t gonna work, dingus.”

“Oh, really?” He annoyingly flipped the switch rapidly. 

“I give you full permission to murder him,” I said, looking at Robin. Looking back at Steve, I said, “It looks like you’re jacking off.”

When he flipped the switch for on, the power came back on. Steve walked back to the ice cream buckets, saying, “Let there be light.”

“You’re lucky you’re hot as fuck,” I muttered, walking back into the back room. I picked up a book I kept back here for when I came to visit Steve… which happened to be almost every single day.

I guess I had fallen asleep because I woke up to feather-light kisses on my cheek.

“Liv,” Steve said, gently. “Come on, baby, it’s time to wake up. My shift’s over. You have to take the kids home.”

I groaned, opening my eyes. “Shit. I forgot.” I stood, placing my book back in its hiding spot before walking over to Steve at the front of the store so that he could close and lock the door that almost looked like a garage door.

The kids knew to meet me at the front of the mall, so I knew they were there. What surprised me was that Erica was standing there with them, waiting. Then it hit me; I needed to take Erica home as well.

Before I walked to my car with the kids, I kissed Steve goodbye and told him I’d be at his house later. I always dropped the car back at the house before biking to Steve’s, where I slept like a baby in his arms.

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I woke up with a start and sat up in the bed, the word shit on repeat out of my mouth. Steve woke up as I threw the blankets off of me before I got out of the bed. “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!” I swear I looked like a chicken with its head cut off as I ran around his room, opening drawers and his closet door, looking for clothes.

“What time is it?” he asked, groggily.

“Uhm… 7? I think,” I said, pulling on some shorts. I grabbed my favorite graphic tee and put it on before finding my socks and Converse, sitting on the bed to put them on. I felt Steve’s fingers under my shirt, lightly stroking the skin of my back above my shorts.

“What’s the rush?” he asked, yawning.

“I forgot I have to go with Mom today,” I said, standing up, running my fingers through my hair. “We’re picking up Dustin from that camp.”

Steve nodded, remembering what I told him earlier in the week. “Will you come see me?”

I smiled. “Of course.” Bending down, I placed my lips on his, feeling his hand on the back of my head. I squealed when he pulled me down on top of him, peppering kisses all over my face. “Steve! I have to go!”

“One more,” he said, bringing his lips to mine once again in a sweet kiss.

I pulled away, looking at him. We haven’t said those three words yet, mainly because I didn’t want to feel rushed. I do feel it, but with his track record of that four letter word, I wanted to make sure I actually felt it, and I do.

Smiling, I said, “I’ll see you later.”

He smiled back at me, repeating my words. 

I gave him one last kiss before getting off the bed once again to walk to the hallway then the staircase before going outside and getting on my bike to pedal myself home.

When I got home, I ran inside to my room for a moment, spritzing myself with my favorite perfume Steve got me for my birthday before my mom and I got in the car to go get Dustin.

Her and I talked about almost anything and everything, her main questions being about Steve.

“So,” she said. “Have you said it yet?”

I shook my head, forgetting she was driving. “No, not yet. I want to make absolutely sure.”

“Well, you have since you two were kids. What’s the holdup?”

I sighed. “His track record. The last girl he was with–”

“Nancy Wheeler,” Mom interrupted. 

“Yeah,” I breathed. “She didn’t love him, and it messed with him for a few days. I guess I’m just waiting for the right moment, the right time.”

Mom put her hand in mine, squeezing a little. “You’ve always waited for the perfect time or place to say or do anything.”

“I-is that a good thing?” I wondered.

She laughed a little. “A very good thing. When it comes to you. Now, Dusty on the other hand–”

“He’ll blurt things out without thinking, do things without thinking,” I chuckled. “But that’s what makes him our Dusty.”

“And that’s what makes you you,” she said.

I looked at her and smiled before looking at the sign for the camp Dustin had been at for the last month. Oddly enough… I missed the little shithead. I smiled big when I saw him before I got out of the car and gave him the biggest hug. “I missed you, shithead.”

“I missed you, wiseass,” he said. I could hear the smile behind his words.

Mom telling us to come on caused us to break out of our hug. He tried to go around me to get in the front seat, but I beat him to it. As he got into the backseat, he whined, “Mom, Liv won’t let me sit up front.”

“Okay, first of all,” I said, turning to face him. “Every single time we’re both with Steve, you always sit in the front. On the way to drop your ass off at camp-”

“Livvie,” Mom said, driving back towards Hawkins.

“Sorry,” I muttered. “You got to sit in the front. So it’s my turn. You can sit up front when we leave again.”

“I’m gonna try and hang out with the party today,” Dustin said. 

I groaned, turning and resting the back of my head against the headrest.

“He’ll understand,” Mom said.

“I know,” I dragged. “He was asking me about Dustin the other day on the phone.”

It was quiet for a moment before I heard Dustin say, “This is Gold Leader, returning to base. Do you copy? Over.” A few seconds later, he repeated his words. Since no one answered him a second time, I could tell he was frustrated when he repeated it a third time. No answer, so he proceeded to say, “I repeat: This is goddamn Gold Leader–”

“Dusty!” Mom and I exclaimed.

“What?”

“Relax, for goodness sake,” I said.

“Liv, I’m in range, they should be answering.”

“You’ve been away a whole month, honeybun,” Mom said. “Maybe they just… forgot.”

Tension rose in the car as Mom continued to drive us back home. When she pulled in the driveway, she parked the car under the awning. Dustin made his way inside the house as soon as Mom turned off the car, his duffle bag in his hand.

I went straight to the kitchen to get myself a glass of water, drinking about half of it before hearing Dustin say, “Liv, are you seeing this?”

Smiling to myself, I set the glass in the sink, rim side down before walking into the living room, seeing Dustin knelt beside his toys. Feeling hands on my arms and shoulders, I tried not to laugh as I counted from three on my fingers, five out of the six kids blowing their noisemakers.

I laughed as Dustin screamed and turned around, spraying something in Lucas’ eyes causing him to scream as well from the pain. “Dustin, stop!” I laughed. Grabbing Lucas’ shoulder, I led him into the kitchen. “Flush your eyes out.”

Max came in after us, turning on the water and sticking his eyes under the faucet.

I heard my phone ringing, so I ran to my room to answer it. “Hello?” “There’s that voice I adore so much.”

I smiled, laying on my back on my bed. “Steve,” I said. “Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”

“I am,” he said. “But considering it’s only 10 o’clock, no one really comes in for ice cream this early.”

“Not even for some USS Butterscotch?” I asked, almost seductively.

He chuckled on the other end. “Not even for that. Hey, are you coming up here today?”

“Yes. You think I’m gonna miss you flirting with other girls just to get a sale?”

“I can’t believe you’re okay with that.”

“Well, as long as you don’t leave me for one of those other girls, I have no problem with it,” I smiled. I really did trust him. They really didn’t flirt back with him, which was honestly shocking.

“Dingus! Counter!” I heard Robin say. Steve sighed before saying, “I gotta go. But I'll see you two later?”

“Just me. Dustin wants to hang with the party today since he just got back. Not sure when I’ll bring him up.”

“Okay. Well, I’ll see you later then.”

I giggled. “Sure. Bye.”

“Bye.”

I hung up the phone, smiling to myself. I was so incredibly happy with Steve. I just hoped nothing would mess it up. I ran out of my room when I heard the word girlfriend come out of Dustin’s mouth.

Popping my head in his room, Will, Mike, El and myself all exclaimed, “Girlfriend?”

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After Dustin had told us about his girlfriend, whose name was Suzie with a Z from Utah, I got on my bike and rode to the mall, needing to tell Robin about this new piece of information. She didn’t know Dustin all that well, so she wouldn’t judge… or really care. Steve, on the other hand, needed to hear this piece of information from Dustin himself.

I ran into the mall, running down the escalators and straight into Scoops Ahoy, where I ran past Steve with a customer. Robin was in the back, so I quickly rushed out my words, out of breath. 

She had her board in her hand, giving me a look that said I really don’t care.

Sighing, I said, “I needed to get this piece of information off my chest.”

She opened the window, the back of Steve’s head coming into view. I watched him scoop some ice cream on a cone before handing it to the customer, saying, “Alright, one scoop of chocolate, that’s a buck twenty-five. Anything else?”

The customer handed him some bills before he asked, “Ooh, Purdue. Fancy.”

“Yeah, I’m excited.”

He messed with the register as he said, “Yeah, ya’know, I considered it, Purdue, but then I was like, ya’know what? I-I really think I need some real-life experience, ya’know, before I hit college, see what it feels like.”

I facepalmed before looking at Robin, asking, “Why am I with him again?”

“Kinda like, uhh, I don’t know, see what it’s like to earn a working-man’s wage, ya’know? Uhh…” The register beeping distracted him for a second before he said, “I think that’s, like, really important.”

“Yeah, totally,” the customer said.

“Yeah, anyway, this was, like, so fun,” Steve said, almost throwing the girl's change back at her. “This is… my first day here,” he said, as the girl and her friend walked away.

“Aaaand another one bites the dust,” Robin said.

Steve turned around to face as she handed me her marker.

I looked at the board, counting the tallies as I marked one and said, “You are oh for six, Popeye.”

“Yeah, babe, I can count,” Steve said.

“You know that means you suck,” Robin said.

“Yep, I can read, too, but that doesn’t matter ‘cause I have my beautiful girlfriend right here,” he said, holding his hands out towards me.

“You can read?” I asked, feigning shock. “Since when?”

“Okay, you know what,” he said. I giggled before he added, “It’s this stupid hat. I am telling you, it is totally blowing my best feature.”

“Your heart?” I said, reaching over the counter to press my fingertips to where his heart laid beneath his chest.

He looked at me with a deadpan look. “My hair, wiseass.”

“Company policy really blows, doesn’t it? I mean, you don’t want your customers to eat Faberge with her USS Butterscotch.”

“Haven’t you considered… telling the truth?” Robin asked.

“Oh, you mean, that I couldn’t even get into Tech and my douchebag dad’s trying to teach me a lesson, I make three bucks an hour, and I have no future? That truth?” Steve said.

“Hey now,” I said. “Future is standing right here.”

“Hey, twelve o’clock,” Robin said, pointing behind Steve.

He turned, saying, “Oh, shit,” before turning back to face me, saying, “Gotta flirt.” He turned to Robin and said, “You know what?” before tossing his hat off in my direction. I caught it and placed it on my own head as he said, “Screw company policy.” 

“Oh, my god,” Robin and I said. “You’re a whole new man.”

Steve backed away saying, “Right? Ooh,” before turning around and yelling at the customers. “Ahoy, ladies! I didn’t see you there. Would you guys like to set sail on this ocean of flavor with me? I’ll be your captain. I’m Steve Harrington.”

“Kill me,” I whispered. “Kill me now.”

“Can I get you guys a little taste of the Cherries Jubilee? No? Anybody? Banana Boat? Four people, four spoons?”

“Give me the marker,” I said to Robin.

“You still have it, dingette,” she said.

I looked down at my hand, the marker, in fact, still there. I walked over to the board, putting another tally on it before capping the writing utensil and going over to where my book was, grabbing it and sitting on the corner of the counter to lean back against the wall to begin reading.

Once Steve’s shift was over - like, always when I biked - we loaded my bike in the trunk of his car, or what would fit, and drove back to his house, where we took our showers, got dressed in our pajamas and fell asleep, teasing each other about his antics at Scoops Ahoy.

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Caroline's first day of school maybe? Where she's so excited for it until she realizes that Elvis won't be going in with her.

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Pairing: Elvis Presley x Caroline Presley (x reader)

Word count: 3K

Warnings: 60s!elvis, elvis isn't famous (i love me some 'normal' family vibes), soft dad!elvis, caroline being a lil dramaqueen, mention of red west, red has a son. this doesn't follow timelines of any of my other fics with caroline.

A/N: this request has been sitting in my inbox for a pretty long time (oops), but here it is- i hope this finds it way back to you, nonnie!! made it 60s!elvis because he has my heart. i love writing for dad!elvis, so don't be afraid to request more for him!

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Caroline had been up for hours.

You didn’t even have to wake her before you got up for work because as you went to check on her, she was already sitting in the middle of her room, playing with her toys.

At five years old, she was quite the independent little girl. She usually slept through the entire night and when she’d be up before you and Elvis were, she stayed in her room to play until she heard you talking or coming out of your bedroom. You knew the reason why she was awake so early now and that was because she started kindergarten for the first time today- she could barely sleep last night due to her excitement.

You decided to let Elvis sleep for a little longer and gave Caroline a bath while also getting yourself ready before bringing her to the kitchen for breakfast. She allowed it, but she couldn’t wait until her father woke up and would bring her to school- you weren’t worried about your little girl or whatsoever. You and Elvis told her that she’d be without either of you for several hours while at school, but she told you that it didn’t matter and that she was excited to play with other children.

Red and Pat’s little boy was attending for the first time today too, so at least she had a familiar face to turn to.

You entertained your daughter until it was time for you to leave and when you brought her into your bedroom to wake up Elvis, you saw he was already up and doing his hair in the ensuite bathroom, freshly showered.

“There’s my pretty girls,” he grinned as he turned to you, holding his hair-product covered hands away from you as he leaned in to kiss you. Caroline was already puckering her lips for hers as she tugged on his trousers, giggling as he pecked her lips with a theatrical “mwah!”.

“Give me a kiss, Care. Mommy’s leaving,” you told her as you bend down to her level, opening your arms for her. She turned away from her father who quickly finished his hair and washed his hands, throwing her arms around your neck. She promised you to be a good girl and to have fun today when you told her so and hugged you tightly, carefully kissing your lips as she was always worried that your lipstick would smudge on her face.

You said your goodbyes to your husband, which took longer than your daughter liked, making her playfully push you out of the bathroom. She wanted to get to school as fast as possible and Elvis wasn’t ready to leave yet.

 

“You got your lunch, baby?”

“You put it in my bag, Daddy!” Caroline giggled from the backseat as she looked at him through the rearview mirror, knowing he was joking because he was grinning from ear to ear.

Just like you, Elvis wasn’t worried about Caroline. She had been excited for this day the entire past week and couldn’t stop talking about playing with Benji West and about her teacher, despite not even having met the woman yet. He heard the horror stories you had told him about you crying and screaming bloody murder when your mother dropped you off at school for the first time, but he was absolutely convinced Caroline wasn’t going to be like that.

She’d be calm and collected- just as he was as a child. She wouldn’t be as dramatic as her mother sometimes was as a child- not with this.

As he drove to the school while listening to his daughter sing along to the radio, he didn’t realise there was a storm waiting for him at Caroline’s future classroom.

 

Elvis was one of the few dad’s bringing his child to school. He figured most families were living a traditional life with the man working full time while the mother stayed at home to take care of the children- he had once wanted it to be that way too, but he knew you well enough that you weren’t happy sitting at home all day and you were the kind of woman he couldn’t hold under his thumb. He loved you and you were passionate about your job, so he wasn’t going to be an ass of a husband and hold you back.

Both you and him had jobs that paid good enough to work part-time and live a very comfortable life- you’d switch bringing Caroline to school, so today wouldn’t be the last time he’d walk his daughter to her class.

His presence didn’t go unnoticed as pretty much every mother there questioned what he was doing there (but mostly if he was a single dad or not) but he didn’t care about their eyes on him. He never did mind getting female attention, but his attention was only on the tiny female next to him, skipping down the hallway while clinging onto his hand.

She was still excited- a good sign.

 

As she noticed Red and Benji, she let go of Elvis’ hand immediately and ran over to her friend to hug him- he was a little more shy than her, something he definitely did not get from his father, and he hugged her back awkwardly.

“Monday’s your day too, huh?” Red grinned at Caroline’s dad and one of his oldest friends, making the raven haired man laugh and nod.

“How’s Benji doin’? Nervous?”

Red took off Benji’s jacket, who turned his attention on Caroline who handed her bag to Elvis, and nodded as he let out a deep sigh and showed Elvis a roll of his eyes. “He barely slept last night and this morning was even worse- he was in tears the whole ride here,”

Elvis chuckled and gave Red a comforting slap on his shoulder, giving him some silent support. He was extremely happy that Caroline hadn’t shown any signs of nerves or whatsoever. Even now she was still happy and excited- she tugged on Elvis’ hand to stop him from talking to Red and as he looked at her, he followed her little finger that pointed at the woman who appeared in the door opening.

“Benji West?” she questioned as she looked at the little ginger haired boy, who Red gently pulled along to her. Caroline watched with curious eyes before she tightened her grip on Elvis’ hand.

Suddenly, panic seemed to settle in her system. Children were going into the classroom with their parents, but the parents were coming out alone and leaving. Elvis took her bag in his hand and kneeled down in front of her, laughing softly as he saw her lowerlip slightly trembling.

“What’s goin’ on, Carebear?” he questioned as he took off her jacket and hung it on the little coat racks by the door. She took the chance to slip her arms around his neck and stand in between his bent legs, holding onto him for dear life.

“I wanna go home, Daddy,” she whispered in his ear, her voice shaky. He frowned, gently pulling her back in the embrace to look at her. Her eyes were filled with tears and he could see she was trying to be strong and hold them back.

“Go home? We just got here, honey,” he smiled softly at her, quickly thumbing a stray tear that rolled down her cheek away. “It’s only for a little bit. Before you know it, Daddy’s gonna be right here waitin’ for ya again.”

She shook her head, clinging onto his neck with her hands and fighting him off when he tried to peel her arms off of him. It broke his heart to see her like this and having to leave her behind while she’s in a state like this, but he had talked this through with you.

He knew that the best thing to do was to tell her to have a good day and leave her in the care of her teacher, because she was going to forget about him after settling for a little bit, but it was just so damn hard.

If it were up to him, he’d pick her up and take her right back home.

“Don’t leave, Daddy. I wanna go with you,” this time she started fully crying as she noticed Red coming out of the classroom without Benji. Red gave Elvis a sympathetic look before he said he’d wait outside, disappearing down the hall. This only made Caroline cry harder, succesfully fighting off Elvis’ attempt to hold her back and hiding her face in his neck.

“Caroline Presley?” the cheerful teacher who appeared in the door opening again chirped as she looked at some girls in the hallway. Elvis looked at her, a little bit annoyed at her timing.

“She’ll be right there,” he snapped at her, making the young teacher blush and nod, focusing her attention on another girl and her mother.

“Care, honey, look at Daddy,” he told his daughter, his voice immediately soft and gentle as he got her attention. She slowly lifted her head out of his neck and looked at him, shoulders shaking as her sobs got softer when he shushed her. “Daddy has to leave for work, and Mommy is at work too, so that means you have to stay here for a little bit- but here you can play and make friends and make as much mess as you want,” he whispered, making sure her teacher didn’t hear him.

At five years old, Caroline wasn’t aware of her parents’ work schedules, so he wasn’t worried about the little lie he told her. He wiped her tears away as he gently cupped her little face, smiling sweetly at her. “Benji is here too, and your teacher looks really nice- you wanted to meet her, didn’t you, honey? I bet she’ll love ya,”

Caroline looked up at the teacher that was already busy running up and down, making sure the kids in the classroom were okay and greeting new kids and their parents. Caroline grabbed onto Elvis’ arms, sniffling softly.

“You will come back, right, Daddy?”

“Honey, ofcourse I will! Daddy’s goin’ to be here again in just a few hours and then you might not even wanna leave again,” he grinned, kissing her forehead.

That was something she definitely did not believe. She still didn’t want him to go, but as he was making moves to get up, she realised she was going to have to try something else. She let out a cry again and sat on the floor as he stood up straight, putting her face in her hands.

“I want Mommy!” she yelled angrily when he told her to get up- Elvis sighed deeply, ignoring the looks he got from mothers in the hallway as best as he could. He gently grabbed his daughter’s arm and pulled her up, looking at her.

He knew this was just a way for her to get what she wanted. While Caroline wasn’t a difficult child most of the time, she had her temper tantrums now and then. And she mostly did it to him because she knew he’d cave eventually, but right now, he couldn’t- as much as he wanted to.

“Mommy’s at work, Care. C’mon, look at Benji- he ain’t cryin’ anymore,” he said as he pointed at Benji in the classroom who was already laughing and playing with other kids. Caroline huffed and looked away, not wanting to look at her friend, but instead clinging onto her father’s leg.

“The best thing to do is leave, Mr. Presley. I’ll take care of her,” the teacher spoke up despite feeling a little nervous to speak to Elvis with the way he snapped at her earlier. She looked at Caroline and persuaded her to take her hand- Caroline was doubtful, but as she saw the silent but stern eyes of her father, she realised her best option was probably to listen. Elvis gave the teacher a quick smile before he leaned in to Caroline, giving her one more kiss and standing up straight again before she could once more cling onto him.

“Daddy loves you, baby. I’ll see you this afternoon,” he told her and for a second, it looked like she had accepted her faith, but as her teacher wanted to take her into the classroom, she was in tears all over again.

Her teacher told him to go, but the way his daughter was screaming for him as if he was giving her up for the rest of her life broke his heart into a million pieces. He quickly handed her bag to the teacher and walked away, but he hadn’t even taken three steps before he turned around and bursted into the classroom.

“She has a wheat allergy- do not let her trade her lunch with any of the other kids, except for Benji, because he has the same and-“

“Mr. Presley, I know, we have her information in our files- will you please just go?!” the teacher who was trying to hold Caroline back nearly begged. Caroline reached her arms out to him, trying to run past her teacher and back into her father’s arms. He cursed under his breath, apologizing to the teacher as he quickly gave his daughter one last kiss and ruffled a hand through Benji’s hair before walking out of the classroom and out of the school.

He made sure he blinked the tears that stung in his own eyes away before he met up with Red outside.

 

Having Caroline in school for most of the day was something Elvis had to get used to. On his days off, he’d usually spend the day with his daughter and had his hands full with her. Now his free days apparently consisted of having lunch with Red like they were a couple of stay-at-home dad’s and doing chores around the house, counting down the hours on the clock before he had to pick up his daughter again.

A life he didn’t quite see in his future when he was younger, but he couldn’t say he entirely disliked it.

He was more than happy when the clock struck three and he parked his car outside of the school, once more ignoring the moms who were watching him and whispering God knows what to each other. He immediately made his way to the classroom with Red and greeted Benji who was the first one to run out.

“Caroline is still with the teacher!” Benji announced as Red shrugged his jacket on, pointing into the classroom. Elvis chuckled and said his goodbyes to Red and his boy before walking into the room, knocking on the door to announce his arrival.

Caroline looked up as she was putting away some building blocks after showing her creations to her teacher. She looked as relaxed and calm as ever, but a wide smile spread across her face as she noticed her father standing there.

“Daddy!” she called out to him as she ran over with open arms and hugged him as he lifted her off the floor and took her in his arms. He laughed and greeted her with a kiss on her cheek, smiling at her.

“Did’ya have fun, princess?” he asked and she nodded frantically, wiggling herself out of his arms and pulling him along to the play corner when her feet were back on the ground, showing him what she had available to play with and pointing at a drawing she made that her teacher put on the wall.

“She stopped crying five minutes after you left this morning. She’s been a real good girl all day, I love having her around,” her teacher smiled as she stood next to Elvis, watching him watch Caroline point out drawings on the wall. “You did a fine job raising her,”

He licked his lips, trying to stop himself from laughing out loud, letting a grin break through. Turning to the teacher, he raised an eyebrow as his hand automatically grabbed onto the straps of Caroline’s bag she handed to him- he kept holding onto it as Caroline shoved some of her things in it, but he kept his eyes on her teacher. “Thank you. I’ll make sure to forward the compliment to my wife,”

He knew Caroline’s file very obviously had your name in it as well. He wasn’t a single dad and the teacher knew that- he couldn’t help but be amused by her lame attempt of flirting with him. He didn’t mind the attention of mothers, but he wasn’t going to give them anything else other than the privilege of just looking. And he wasn’t going to give his daughter’s teacher anything more either.

He was perfectly happy with his own little family.

“Let’s go, Daddy!” Caroline, who was oblivious to what was going on, chirped up happily as she zipped up her bag and slipped her hand into Elvis’. Her teacher cleared her throat a little, hoping the flush on her cheeks wasn’t too obvious when she said her goodbyes to Caroline. Caroline waved her off, pulling her father out of the classroom.

 

On the way home, Caroline talked her father’s ears off the entire time. She told him the things she had done today, who she played with, what and who she liked and did not like and that she was oh so excited about going back tomorrow.

Elvis was happy that his daughter had a good day and that she hadn’t been miserable all day- something he had been a little worried about, despite knowing that wouldn’t be the case.

First times are always scary and he knew this wouldn’t be Caroline’s last first time. She was a big girl and he was proud of her for today- and also a little bit of himself for not bringing her home in the morning like he wanted to.

Despite knowing Caroline could handle herself, he was glad that he was working again tomorrow and you were the one bringing her to school.

He just hoped that next time it was his turn she wouldn’t be as sad to see him leave, but he secretly hoped that she wouldn’t spare you the crying and screaming tomorrow because he just knew you were going to tease him for being such a softie.

You were tougher and a little more strict, but he was sure as hell that her crying that sounded like the world was coming to an end could even crack a tough cookie like you.

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