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loveshotzz · 3 months

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I guess it’s never really over

mechanic!steve harrington x fem!reader exes to lovers

chapter three -

This has got to be the longest crush ever

Robin’s bad date, and a late night that changes everything.

warnings: 18+ A little bit of queer and mid twenties crisis angst for Robin, with comfort obvi. Tension, but are we surprised at this point?, and a secret third thing, wonder what it could be? 😚

wc: 6.3k

authors note: Hi babies! I am taking just a week off from my posting schedule for this week long work trip I’m taking on Monday. There’s lots of conferences and I won’t have much down time. We will resume our normal posting schedule for chapter four starting 3/20 🌻🧡

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June -

Would you believe me if I said I’m in love?

Baby, I want you to want me.

You can’t believe you landed yourself in detention.

All your late night study sessions for the SAT’s that led to oversleeping and missed alarms finally catching up to you just like Robin warned you it would. Miss O’Donnell is the one who makes your best friend's predictions come true, handing you that notorious pink slip for walking into her class ten minutes late for the third time this week.

When you arrive at exactly 3:15, the classroom is mostly empty. Your eyes scan the bored faces of the few students joining you, hoping to at least see Eddie’s familiar head of curls. But of course, today of all days, he’s managed to be on his best behavior or just didn’t get caught.

Sighing defeated, you give Mr. Clark a tight lipped smile, ignoring the shocked look on his face seeing you in here. Picking an empty desk in the middle away from anyone, you decide to busy yourself with the Algebra homework you’ve been avoiding for the better half of a week. It’s when you lean over to unzip your backpack that you catch the sounds of sneakers squeaking against the ceramic floors.

”Ahh, Mr. Harrington. Even fashionably late to detention, I see. Your hair looks good enough to sit in silence for an hour and a half to me.” Mr. Clark announces the king of Hawkins's grand entrance with the kind of sarcasm that makes you smirk as you start arranging your things on your desk.

“That’s good to know 'cause I was doing it for you Mr. C.”

Steve Harrington always thinks he’s so charming

Snorting as you click your pen, you dare to look up only to catch ‘the hair’ looking right back at you with that golden smile that you’ve seen take even the strongest soldiers out.

Oh no.

Eyes going big, you quickly bring your attention back down to your homework, silently hoping he doesn’t take the seat next to you and land you in here next week too.

“So thoughtful of you. Now why don’t you take a seat and do some studying for that test on Monday. And maybe this semester you won’t have to worry about relying on extra credit to keep playing basketball.” Mr. Clark dismisses him, earning a low whistle from the boy who holds his hands up in surrender, Nike covered feet coming down your row.

No, no, no, NO.

You still don’t look up, rereading the same question over and over again because no matter how many times you try, you’re too distracted by the cedar and clove that invades your senses kicking them into overdrive. The whites of his sneakers catch in your peripherals when he does the unimaginable and sits next to you.

Staring at the equation with the kind of concentration that’ll be sure to give you a migraine later, it takes him a good thirty seconds before he temporarily gives up trying to get your attention to grab something that gives the illusion of studying out of his backpack.

Trying to play it cool, your stomach twists in nervous knots worse than the ones you get when Robin forces you on the janky rides at the summer fair every year. Sure, you’ve been hit on by a guy here and there, but no one can prepare you for what it’s like to catch Steve Harrington’s attention—especially for someone in your Hawkins hierarchy who would never be on the receiving end of it.

He flips through the pages of his textbook loudly, earning his first warning glare from Mr. Clark, and you decide to write your name on the top of the page so at least it looks like you’re doing something. After a couple bounces of your knee, you can feel the heat of his gaze back on you.

”Psst, hey.”

The last letter of your name comes out illegible, and you jump at the hushed sound of his voice. Taking a deep breath, you work up the courage to meet his flirtatious smirk and golden brown eyes. The sun leaking through the windows gives you a glimpse of the green that hides inside them from this close. You hate to admit that he’s just as pretty as everyone says he is.

”Hi,” you smile a little shy, offering a small wave of your pen and it lights up his whole face, making your body buzz.

”You have a highlighter I can use or something?” He keeps up his ruse, the whites of his teeth showing in a grin.

You arch an eyebrow at him, something sarcastic reminiscent of Mr. Clark flashing behind your eyes.

“What? You don’t think I’m actually going to study?” He acts shocked, slapping his giant hand across his chest and it earns the kind of giggle from you that pushes him full steam ahead.

”It’s blue, is that okay?” Giving into the bait, you try and hide the way your face warms, ducking down to dig in the bottom of your backpack.

”Are you kidding? I love blue. Favorite color actually.” Laying it on thick, you can see the way he scoots to the edge of his seat, the spice of his cologne making you bite at your bottom lip as your fingers wrap around what you’re looking for.

Sitting up in your seat, you aren’t expecting him to be so close and it threatens to steal the air right out of your lungs.

”H-here,” you manage, holding the blue writing utensil in the small space that's left between you.

Steve's eyes roam your face freely, pink tongue coming out to wet his full bottom lip before they settle back on your gaze, lids a little heavy, voice low and somehow sticky sweet.

”Thanks, honey.” He leans forward more, purposely brushing his fingers with yours when he takes it out of your grasp, “but now, I’m afraid the only way you’re gonna get it back is to let me drive you home after this.”

“I’ve got plenty, you can keep that one,” you try to stay strong, but when that second giggle slips out, you seal your fate.

”I can’t do that, this is your favorite one.” He tisks like it’s the craziest thing he’s ever heard, with a crooked grin that makes you bite the inside of your cheek.

”Is it?”

”Absolutely.”

“Are you two done? Or should we schedule a second date for next week?” Mr. Clark interrupts.

”That would actually be date number three. We’re going on two after this is over.” Steve smirks, throwing you a wink ignoring the harsh way you whisper of his name.

Yeah… you were fucked.

“I’ve got a date tonight!”

Robin sings excitedly, bursting through the front door in a wild ball of energy, successfully waking you up from your nap on the couch. Blinking slowly, as you start to recognize your surroundings, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you force yourself to sit up, wincing at your stiff neck and the fact that you dreamed about Steve Harrington again.

“A date with who?” You grumble, still a little grouchy, yawning with a stretch that pops in your back.

”This girl that I met at the record store this morning, we talked about Tracy Chapman and Tori Amos for what felt like hours. She’s just, wow, she’s so cool. Almost too cool for me, you know? She’s a senior in college-“

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold up.” Cutting her off before she can ramble any longer, you wave your hands for her to stop: “First of all, no one is too cool for you, okay? If anything, it’s always going to be the other way around.”

“Yeah, okay, Steve.”

It takes a minute for her words to sink in about the man you haven’t seen in almost a week and a half, but when they do, the glare that settles on your face makes her laugh.

“Ha ha, very funny.” You deadpan with a tight-lipped smirk, before clearing your throat, “Well where are you guys going? Do you want me to go undercover in case you need saving? I’m fully prepared for a stakeout.”

Robin rolls her eyes, but her smile, which spreads wide enough to see all her teeth, gives away her love for your dramatics.

“No, I don’t need you to go undercover or anything. I mean, it is going to be nice knowing you’ll be here waiting for me to tell you all about it instead of having to call you and hope the city girl answers.” She teases, earning the scoff from you that she was looking for.

“I’m choosing to ignore that, and if at any point you change your mind, you know your own number.”

Earning a genuine laugh from Robin always makes your soul feel lighter, so when your joke lands and you get one, the heaviness of Steve that’s been weighing down on your shoulders eases up just a little bit.

”I’ve just never been approached in public before like that, you know? It’s not just the other girl you know is gay on campus. I don’t know, it feels good.” Your best friend’s confession makes you want to wrap her up in a hug, keeping the urge to remind her of your offer to move to the city with you to yourself for right now, letting her bask in the moment.

”Well, you're hot. Can you blame her? If you weren’t basically like a sister to me, I’d be all over it.” Wiggling your eyebrows, she flips you off, but you still catch the tinge of pink that paints her cheeks rosy.

”Please, Steve would have my head on a stake.” She snorts, purposely trying to get under your skin now.

”Robin.”

”What? I thought he was going to pop a blood vessel in his eye when I mentioned your little ‘adventure’ last week” She giggles, heading towards her bedroom.

If only she knew just how much those words were true. Your thighs meet like in the memory you can’t stop playing on a loop, palms turning sweaty, remembering the velvet of his lips so close to your neck.

”Wait! Did you ask that on purpose?!” You gasp, jumping to your feet to follow her.

”Maybe.”

”Maybe?!”

”You know what I do need help with?” She ignores you, spinning on her heel to meet your narrowed eyes.

”What?”

”Help me pick any outfit?” Pushing out her bottom lip, she gives you the kind of puppy dog eyes that no one in their right mind could say no to.

Sighing heavily, your feet drag on the carpet before flopping yourself onto her bed huffing out a “Fine” as the box springs squeak.

The rest of the day is spent going through what feels like every outfit in Robin’s possession, even getting desperate enough to try on some of your clothes despite your clashing styles. Settling on a pair of boot cut jeans, a black half crop top with a flannel shirt that you’re pretty sure she stole from Steve and the Dr. Martin’s you got her for her birthday last year, she was ready to break hearts. Blue eyes roll in the back of her head when you make her say ‘I’m the prize’ until you feel like she halfway believes it before handing over her I.D. that you’d found stuffed between the cushions of the couch in a frenzied panic to search for it only ten minutes prior.

The sun starts to set on Robin’s small apartment after she finally heads out the door, and the shadows that bounce off the white walls bring back the thoughts of Steve you’d successfully gotten rid of for a few fleeting hours.

Huffing to yourself with crossed arms, you watch the flat bag of popcorn spin around in the microwave. You can still hear the beginning Moonstruck playing on the TV in the living room, over the loud hum of the machine. Comfortable in an oversized shirt that lands just at the bottoms of your cotton sleep shorts, goosebump dot across your legs from the cool of the A/C. Your skin still tingles everywhere he touched and the week of radio silence feels worse the second time around.

The shrill sound of Robin’s phone and the first kernel of popcorn exploding in the bag overpower your ears all at once, making you jump. Mumbling cuss words under the now constant sound of popping, you try to calm your heart rate down, wandering to the living room. Your hand hovers over the phone, the realization about who might be on the other line making your stomach drop. He hadn’t called Robin yet. There’s a moment of hesitation, but you take a deep breath, letting the air expand in your lungs, silently counting to three before you grab the phone off its hook.

”Buckley residen-“

”I need you to come get me, I- I’ve made a huge mistake and I’m just so fuck - “ Robin cuts you off, the rasp in her voice cracking like she’s trying not to cry, “I’m just really embarrassed, please come get me.”

“What happened? Where are you? I’m coming, just - just tell me where you are.” Running to her bedroom to grab your sneakers with the phone pressed to your ear, you can hear her sniffle.

”Benningans, it’s the next town over. I’ll be outside -“

”Are you safe?” You panic, slipping your foot into your shoe as quickly as you can.

”I’m safe, I’m just, I’m embar- I don’t want to talk about it right now. I’m safe, I’ll be outside.” She mutters.

”I’ll get there as fast as I can, okay?” Feeling a little helpless, you try to ease the hurt that’s evident in her tone with soft reassurance.

”I’m just, I’m really glad you're here. I’ll see you soon.” She manages to get out before the line clicks dead.

Slipping your second shoe on, the realization that you don’t actually have a car to save her with, hits you like a ton of bricks.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Stomping back to the living room, your eyes find the mustard yellow address book next to the phone’s dock. Your fingers fumble through its pages, eyes squinting as you try to read Robin’s messy writing, searching for a familiar name. You find two:

Eddie and Steve.

You stare at the page, your moral compass going haywire. Despite the way he’s rented a space in your mind, the thought of seeing him alone again makes your stomach twist. Eddie would be simple. Eddie would be easy. Your thumb hovers over the first number in the one she has scribbled down for him, but no matter how hard you try, you can’t bring yourself to press it. She needs Steve.

You groan loudly, stomping your foot for good measure, before letting out a long breath through your nose, dialing his number that you knew you should have all along.

It only rings twice.

“Whatever it is, the answer is no,” Steve deadpans.

”Is that really how you answer your phone?” You scoff, doing your best to ignore the butterflies you’ve managed to stifle as they start to come alive at the sound of his voice.

“I thought this was - shit, I thought this was Henderson - erm I mean Dustin, you remember Dustin?” He stammers and you know that hand of his is running through his hair right now.

“Yeah, the middle schooler.”

“Well, he’s like nineteen now -“

“I didn’t call you to talk about Dustin, Steve,” You sigh heavily, rubbing the bridge of your nose, “Robin called me really upset from Bennigans, and I don’t have a car or any way to go get her-”

“I’m on my way.” He cuts you off without any hesitation,“Be outside in five minutes for me?”

”My shoes are already on.”

After a click, you’re left with the sound of the dial tone in your ear. You hang up the phone as warmth floods your body, easing some of your temporary worries.

Steve Harrington is making it hard to hate him.

The short walk to Steve’s BMW from Robin’s front door feels like stepping through a time machine.

One that takes you back to late nights sneaking out your bedroom window, always being extra careful not to wake your parents up so you could go make out with your secret kind of boyfriend under the stars. Those were always your favorite nights with him. The nights he’d put away the king Steve armor, those nights he’d just be Steve. A boy who just wanted to make his father proud, thinking maybe he’d stay home more if he was.

You can feel the way his eyes roam your body, the heat of his stare lingering on your exposed legs, setting your skin on fire. Suddenly more than aware of your lack of pants, only part of you regrets not changing into some leggings, but you try not to think about that too hard right now.

He clears his throat when you open the passenger door, the smell of leather and the dark woody sweet scent of oil surrounding you as you slide into your seat. The spice of his cologne tickles your nose when you close yourself in, clicking your seatbelt in place before daring to meet his eyes. The golden brown inside them shimmers with something you’d missed in the orange glow of the street light and the nerves still feel the same way they did five years ago. The only thing that hasn’t changed.

”Thanks for doing this,” you offer with a weak smile.

When he realizes you’ve put your weapons down for the night, his face softens with a crooked grin, subtle pink dusting the apples of his cheeks.

”I meant it when I said I can’t say no to you,” he starts, selfishly letting his eyes roam the smooth lines of your face that are finally not twisted up into a glare before realizing his slip up, “and Robin, my best friend obviously.”

”Our best friend, Steve.” You tease trying to ignore the tension that crackles in the empty space between you even worse than before.

”Whatever you have to tell yourself,” he winks, forearm flexing as he puts the car in drive.

Scoffing a ‘whatever’ with a playful roll of your eyes, you let your muscles relax into the familiar seat. The Police’s Every Breath You Take spills through the speakers just loud enough to be heard over the low rumble of the engine, and you become hyper aware of his hand resting on the stick shift, the tips of his fingers just close enough to brush against your thigh every time you hit a bump.

There’s a silence that falls between you once the street lights run out and his full focus shifts to the pitch black road ahead. The quiet is filled with what almost happened in his room, unspoken words that don’t dare to roll off of sober tongues. You wait until he’s too distracted looking for surprises that might run out from the woods on either side of you to let your eyes wander over and really take him in.

A white drawstring hangs low on his heather gray sweatpants that fit tight over his thighs spread wide. Your throat goes dry at the white tank top that hugs his broad chest, the gold chain that wraps around his neck getting lost in the thick patch of curls on display. You’re finally able to really make out more of his tattoo for the first time, thin, precise lines that look like feathers attached to a set of sparrow wings.

”Did she tell you what happened? I mean, is she safe?” He interrupts your greedy stare, eyes lighting up when he catches you, tucking it away for another time.

”Uhh, yeah,” you answer with a shake of your head, teeth biting down on your bottom lip with hot cheeks, “she’s safe, she kept saying she’s embarrassed but wouldn’t tell me why, just kept begging me to come get her.”

He just hums, lost deep in thought of all the things it could be, and his grip on the steering wheel tightens with worry.

“We’re only ten minutes away, so it won’t be too much longer now.”

He reassures you, but it feels like he needs it too, especially when his hand leaves the stick shift to run through his hair that looks more tousled than usual, making you wonder if he was lying in bed before this. A worried breath exhales through his nose, with a tight jaw, and you hate the way your stomach drops when both his hands find the steering wheel after he tugs on his roots a little bit.

Nervous fingers play with the bottoms of your sleep shorts, trying your best not to stare while you keep your gaze out the passenger window. Stolen glances are followed by tight lipped smiles when you’d always find him staring back. Honey and chestnut make your stomach flutter, and you think maybe some things never change.

It takes less than the ten minutes that Steve promised for the back roads to turn busy, and bright with the kind of lights a small town on a Saturday night has. A slouched frame sitting on the side of the road catches in his headlights, getting closer you see that Robin’s waves have lost all the bounce she left the house with, along with the rosy tint in her cheeks. The flashing Bennigans sign spins a block behind her, and the orange bulbs match the burning ember on the end of her cigarette that dangles from her full lips.

“Shit, it’s bad if she’s smoking,” Steve mutters, turning on his hazards as he pulls up next to her, the wheels of his car coming to a stop.

She hollows her cheeks out, taking one last drag, waving at you to stop unbuckling your seat belt as she gets to her feet. Blowing the smoke from her lungs into the wind, she flicks the half smoked butt into the street before opening the back door, sliding into the leather seats with an exasperated huff.

“Just, don’t – I’m okay,” she starts, closing the door and shutting out the whir of the traffic outside. “Turns out her boyfriend’s best friend really likes Tracy Chapman and Tori Amos too. She really thought me and him might hit it off after our talk at the record store today. I don’t want to talk about it, I just want to go home with my two favorite people and feel sorry for myself.”

“Well, you’re in luck,” Steve doesn’t miss a beat. Turning around in his seat, he flashes her his million-dollar Harrington smile. “I’m the king of feeling sorry for myself.”

Her lips twitch, but when she sees the natural roll of your eyes at the boy next to you, it turns into a full blown smile. A little shimmer came through in the dulled-out color of her eyes.

Got me up all night

all I’m singing is love songs.

“Honestly, now that I’m thinking about it, this girl sounds like a scammer, Rob. I mean, come on.” Steve snorts, rifling through her cupboards in the kitchen. Tracy Chapman and Tori Amos, what kind of game was she playing at anyway?”

Robin giggles from her place next to you on the couch, her head resting on your shoulder, the green apple of her shampoo still lingering on her curls that tickle your cheek.

“Plenty of people like those artists, Steve.” She sighs, but you can still hear her smile, “It’s fine, I’ll just stay the lonely Hawkins lesbian for the rest of my life, no big deal.”

”Shut up!”

”Will you stop?!”

You and Steve chide her at the same time, hard eyes meeting from across the living room and softening. He doesn’t even try to stop the lopsided grin that pushes up your favorite cheek and you hope Robin doesn’t feel the way it makes your skin warm.

“Whatever, I already warned you I’m going to be miserable. Gimmie a break, and you’re actually taking forever in there, by the way.” Whining, she sits up, sending a rush of fruit and leftover tobacco to your nose.

“Yeah, well, I can’t find your peanut butter,” he mutters, opening up the cabinet above the sink, the bottom of his tank top rising enough to see a sliver of sun kissed skin and a few more freckles. Why does it feel like there's always more?

”What are you even making anyway?” you ask, ignoring the way Robin’s head whips around. A smirk spreads wide across her face because you’re actually trying to make conversation with Steve.

“Just a little something that’s going to cure my best friend’s heartbreak,” he winks, the jar of JIF extra crunchy looking extra small in his grasp, twisting the cap off. “We came up with it together, actually.o biggie.”

Your gaze narrows, but he doesn’t miss the way the corners of your mouth twitch, something sparkling inside the dark gold in his eyes.

”Interesting, considering I ran to the store earlier to grab my best friend’s favorite ice cream, just in case.” You counter, something mischievous twisting up your lips. “You didn’t even think to stop and get it on our way home. Some friend.”

Robin’s smile lights up the room, very obviously enjoying the show, maybe even a little too much. Clapping her hands together, she lets out a content sigh before leaning back into the couch cushions.

”I really could get used to this,” she beams, “maybe we should have a contest, see which one of you can do the nicest things for me.”

You can’t stop the snort or the roll of your eyes that has Steve throwing his head back in a fully-bellied laugh, giving you the perfect view of his neck, and only Robin clocks the way your giggles are cut short and the secret way your eyes glaze over.

”I’m not gonna lie as much as I love crunchy peanut butter banana s’mores, I have to say Steve, the fact that she actually called you makes her the winner for the night.” She smirks, chuckling harder when you shove her with a hushed ‘Robin!’

His smile doesn’t fade as he starts to cut banana slices. Big eyes meet yours with the kind of look that threatens to melt you into the couch.

”That’s alright, I’ll be a gracious loser tonight, but just know, honey, I’m very competitive.” He warns, long fingers spreading the fruit evenly throughout the peanut butter that messily coats graham crackers.

“I don’t like to lose, so it’s fine.” Your quick reply deepens the smile lines in his cheeks, putting the finishing touches on your snacks.

“Yeah, this is definitely the life I was meant to live,” Robin gloats, nudging you, “I’m the prize, right?”

It’s your turn to throw your head back in the kind of laugh that rattles in your rib cage, too distracted to see the lovesick way Steve bites his bottom lip watching you from across the room.

But Robin does.

With a heart so full it might burst, tears threaten to spill from the ocean in her eyes, daydreaming about moments like this, only ever thinking they would be something that stayed trapped in the confines of her mind. The warming feeling of happiness wraps around Robin like a blanket when she gets to sit between you both on the couch. A distant friend she hasn’t seen in a long time, a secret she’s kept mostly to herself.

With a messy plate of half eaten treats and sticky fingers, she’s content watching Cher and Nicholas Cage fight over how much they love each other. Fully knowing that Steve is sneaking looks at you from over her head, smiling to herself at the nervous way you fiddle with your hands in your lap because of it.

Robin doesn’t fight the exhaustion that starts to make her eyelids heavy just a little halfway through the movie. It’s easy to give in when your body weight relaxes deeper into her side, and how Steve drapes his arm over the back of the couch, tucking you both into his chest with evening breaths.

You’re warm, cozier than normal, and it surrounds every part of you.

Cheek pressed against something that’s not firm enough to be the couch, you nuzzle yourself deeper, chasing the heat and the sleep that’s threatening to evade you. Your cushion starts to move, making eyes shift behind lids that aren’t ready to open yet. Lashes flutter, feeling the way your leg is slotted between someone else’s, and the warmth of a palm finds the small of your back, pulling you closer.

A deep sigh rumbles in your ear before fingertips lazily trace up and down the dip of your spine. Stubble tickles your forehead, and as coherency starts to come back to you, a softer patch of hair rubs against your cheek. The kind of spice and lingering sunshine that could only come from one person hits your senses, and the white cotton of Steve’s tank top finally becomes visible.

The shift in your breathing brings his soft touches to a halt, the muscles you’re pressed on your side against stiffening. Realizing your hands are sprawled across his chest, just under your chin, you can feel the way his heart races under your palm. He’s everywhere, and despite the way you’ve told yourself you hate him, your fingers curl into the cotton of his shirt because it feels like home. Toes pressing into his calf, you wind your leg around his tighter, and it turns timid fingertips sure of themselves, tracing patterns between your shoulder blades. You don’t dare look up at him yet, or it would make the way your own hand starts to explore his abs that twitch under your red nails real.

He feels different than you remember, there's more of him now, harder in spots that used to be soft. Your fingers get greedy, the blunt ends of your nails scratching along the outline of his happy trail, earning a low groan from him that vibrates deep in your core. Those butterflies that have made a permanent home out of you start to stretch their wings, and when they feel the soft velvet of his lips against your forehead, they tickle at your ribcage and kick up your heart rate. You wonder if he can feel it.

It’s the faintest kiss, one that you’re not sure you would’ve even felt if you were asleep, but it makes you lean in closer. Inhaling deeply, tears sting at the corner of your eyes when the familiar scent only makes you crave him more. After years spent denying the existence of his touch from your memory, it’s almost overwhelming to feel it again.

The muscles in his arm underneath your neck twitch, and the fingers that have been drawing lazy circles on your back move slowly up your shoulder. The backs of them run down your arm before they finally connect with your skin, goosebumps exploding underneath his touch in a ball of electricity that you can feel on the pads of them that start a new path up the loose sleeve of your shirt.

You fiddle with the bottom hem of his tank top, the heat of his body radiating against already flushed skin. Brave fingers dare to dip underneath only to get stopped by a large palm wrapping around your wrist

“Baby,” there's a hint of a smile and a little bit of grogginess in his voice that gives away that he hasn’t been awake that much longer than you, “I think you should at least look at me before I let you get under my shirt.”

Biting at your bottom lip, you push yourself deeper into his chest, embarrassed, feeling the gentle shake of his body when he laughs.

“Come on pretty, let me see your face.”

His affection makes your heart swell, and you know what it means if you look him in the eyes. Your nails dig into the cotton, tugging at the fabric a little while you pull yourself together, lashes fluttering against your cheeks, shaking the rest of the sleep. Lifting your head up from its hiding place, you cross the line you promised yourself you wouldn’t, but when you meet the green that shimmers in the darkness of his eyes, and the crooked grin that twists up his full pink lips, it feels good to give in.

Releasing the hold on your wrist, he’s gentle, almost hesitant, when his warm palm cups your cheek. The rough pad of his thumb traces the line of your cheekbone feather light, and you can’t help but lean into his touch. No more armor, fleeting glances, or stolen looks, not when he’s this close and even more handsome in the glow of the moonlight.

“Beautiful.” He murmurs just loud enough for you to hear, and your legs somehow wrap around his tighter.

”Yeah?” you whisper, your fingers coming up to the play with the gold chain dangling from his neck. “Why didn’t you kiss me then?”

”What?”

”Last week,”

”That wasn’t the right time,” he sighs, eyes tracing every line of your face like he’s committing it to memory, “It would have ruined it.”

“Ruined what?” You press, twisting the metal between your fingertips, heartbeat ringing in your ears.

“My chance at trying to do this the right way, the way you deserve.” He doesn’t hesitate to say it, like it’s something he’s thought about for years, and it makes your head spin.

“What about now?”

“That depends,” he hums, the pad of his thumb dragging across the slight pout of your bottom lip, threatening to steal the air from your lungs.

”On?” Your voice comes out just above a whisper. Tilting your chin up, you can still smell the peanut butter on his breath.

”If you want me to.” He breathes, the tip of his nose running along the length of yours.

Your hold on his gold chain tightens, pulling him even closer. His eyebrows pinch together when he feels the slightest brush of your lips against his, and he can still taste the sweetness of the banana.

”Please tell me you want me to.”

The desperation in his voice is enough for you to tug him down, closing what’s left of the small gap, your top lip catching against his full bottom one. Just enough to feel the familiar silk that could leave a wildfire in their wake before you finally speak.

“Kiss me, Steve.”

A groan rattles deep in his chest, and he doesn’t hesitate to do what he’s wanted to since he saw you. Applying just enough pressure to wake up every last butterfly, the tip of his nose pushes into your cheek when he slots his lips with yours. It’s soft at first like he’s testing the waters, taking it slow so he can savor it, just in case you never let him do it again.

He pulls away enough to look at you, chestnut eyes blown out wide, and you hate that you already miss his kiss. Giving into everything you’ve fought for so long, it’s your turn to capture his lips. It stuns him at first, but when you open your mouth, his body melts easily into yours, and that big hand of his moves from your cheek to hold the back of your neck. Tongue swiping boldly across your lower lip, he begs you to let him in.

Moans get hidden, muffled inside each other's mouths after you grant him access, your fingers tangle themselves inside the thick forest of his hair that’s still just as soft as you remember. Nipping at his bottom lip, the grip on the back of your neck tightens and you can feel the way he kicks up in his sweats because of it. Your own thighs threatening close when you’re reminded of what’s between his legs.

“Baby,” he warns in between kisses, feeling the roll of your hips, but you don’t miss the subtle way he tries to meet them with his own.

It’s too easy to get lost in him, and the years it took to move past him make even more sense when your tongue finds his again. Fighting for dominance, you try not to think about the irreversible damage tonight might do to you as you tug at his roots, teeth scraping together, the kiss turns more heated by the second. Years of anger and longing come out in desperate touches. His hand finds its way to your hip, the pads of his fingers brushing against the skin under your shirt, sending a shiver up your spine, letting you roll them one, two, three times before tightening his hold.

He pulls you closer, letting you win before his nose nudges against your cheek, his lips finding the corner of your mouth. Catching his breath, he trails them along your jaw before making his way down your neck. Your chest heaves, fingers turning soft and slowly running through his hair. He hums against your skin, his hand staying under your shirt, the warmth of his palm covering the small of your back, leaving wet kisses on the sensitive spot behind your ear.

”Let me take you on a date,” he whispers, leaving one more under his jaw before pulling back to look at you.

”Steve -“

”Just one,” he begs, bumping his nose with yours, smirking when it makes you smile.

”Let me sleep on it,” you sigh, ducking your head under his chin to hide. Too many thoughts trying to occupy space in your mind with a head still dizzy from his lips.

”I’ll take what I can get,” he laughs, the tips of his fingers starting up the familiar patterns that started all of this, quickly make your eyelids heavy, nuzzling deeper into his chest. You weren’t ready to think about tomorrow yet.

🌻 chapter four

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violetrainbow412-blog · 1 year

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Hearts [S. R.]

Young!Spencer Reid x fem!reader

word count: 2.6k

and by public demand, part 2

summary: an intern pesters Spencer to get his attention and you help him get rid of it a bit, benefiting in the process.

A/N: here we go! started watching criminal minds last week and i'm halfway through the first season so expect a lot of content as I progress with the series. Spencer Reid from season one is the cutest thing I ever looked at

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You'd think FBI offices would be quiet at night, but the truth is, with so many agents and interns reporting to do, the night seemed to be the busiest time.

After spending three months there you had almost obtained your own desk and knew most of the people, especially the BAU team whom you had been assigned to support for your internship. Since you began your university studies, you had wanted to work in that FBI unit and when the opportunity presented itself you were extremely excited, but now that it was a reality, you could realize that the workload was unimaginable and heavier than you expected. Still, with any luck, proper schooling, and practice you could be aiming for a permanent position in maybe two or three years. For now, being there as an intern was more than enough.

You were so engrossed in reading your computer screen that you didn't hear when the office door opened and it wasn't until a figure sat down next to you that you realized who it was.

You and Spencer Reid met many years ago, when you were both in middle school, in Las Vegas, and from that moment on you could appreciate what a prodigy he was. He was a very serious, quiet, and shy boy, but for some reason you always enjoyed his company and, judging by the fact that he never left you, you thought he did too. On some occasions you exchanged books that he returned to you in two days and you kept for a few weeks, you talked during some school breaks, you asked him for help with homework, and on more than one occasion you went so far as to defend him verbally from those silly children who bothered him; in general, you had something close to a friendship. You never thought that after so long, and so far from Las Vegas, you would see him again, much less in the condition you were in right now.

"Hey," you greeted him kindly, showing him a tired smile "What are you doing here?"

"I was finishing an analysis of yesterday's case," he replied. The team had had to profile another pyromaniac and for just a bit they had managed to catch him, which had left them somewhat tense "And you?"

"A report" you answered simply. You had the hypothesis that those kinds of activities ended up in the hands of the interns because they were extremely tedious and they wanted to get rid of it.

Reid wasn't much of a talker if the occasion didn't call for it and you knew it, so it wasn't too strange that he would only sit near you to watch you work, although there was something different about him tonight that alarmed you.

"You think I'm dumb?" he asked suddenly, forcing you to look up at him.

"You? Are you asking me if I think Doctor Reid is dumb? you asked, emphasizing his title, but he gently shook his head.

"Not in that sense, but like... weird or something."

“We all are a little bit. And that's not so bad” you said sincerely. You knew that on some occasions Spencer would ask questions and all you had to do was wait a bit for him to tell you what the doubt was about.

“And do you think…?” he started to say, a little unsure "Do you think I don't have a girlfriend because I'm that weird?"

"Who told you that?" you exclaimed more directly. You imagined that this concern could only arise from someone having suggested it, as had already happened on other occasions, and it still touched you a little that he had the confidence to assist you for that kind of thing.

"No, no one in particular"

"You know, I think you don't care about having or not having a girlfriend" you ventured to say "Was it Morgan?"

“No, not him,” he hastened to say, thinking a little about his next words, “Uhm, that girl from the department next door…”

"Victoria," you cut him off, rolling your eyes in anticipation and feeling the heat already rising up your cheeks. She was a typical mean girl; long black hair, tall, always wearing expensive dresses, high heels, and fake smiles. You'd met this girl during internships and it took you a couple of weeks to make you feel uncomfortable around her, but you finished hating her when you realized how intent she seemed to be on embarrassing Spencer every chance she got. The fact that her father was a department head made it a bit difficult to deal with any situation. "Why do you care what she says?"

“She is… persistent”

"You know she only does it because she wants to get your attention, right?" you explained, a little fed up with the situation and how he was always affected by what others said about him.

It was clear that from the beginning she had her eye on the young man, and on those days, she would walk around the office and try to start a conversation with Spencer, which he never carried out. When she noticed that her attempts were useless, she began to make hurtful comments that became recurring as the months went by, since it was the only time when she could receive any kind of attention from the brown-haired man. Spencer frowned, quite confused by the situation when you told him that, since apparently he hadn't made the same account of the facts as you.

"What are you talking about?"

"She likes you" you insisted, as if it were something obvious, although it didn't seem so to him. You could almost see how the gears in his brain were struggling to find a degree of coherence between the events that he had been ignoring for a long time.

"Then why does she say such horrible things to me?"

“It's because…” you mumbled, closing the lid of your computer and looking for a way to explain to the boy. It was amazing how he was the most intelligent person you knew and at the same time he would come to you to ask such banal things like that "she is a stupid girl who has had everything in life and since she isn't capable of having an intelligent conversation with you, she thinks that being mean is going to get your attention. It's like those kids who pulled your hair in elementary school," you muttered, trying to present an analogy, but he didn't react in any way “She probably only told you that because she wanted to know if you have a girlfriend, not because she really believed it.”

Spencer took a moment to absorb that, wondering how that made sense, since for him the fact that you liked a person implied being kind and attentive, not behaving as Victoria did with him. But you had read the signs from the beginning and that was probably another reason for your dislike for your internship partner, who you thought was unworthy of being attracted to someone as cute as him. Although during high school he hadn't been the most sought after by girls, now he was quite handsome and that shy and polite attitude made him even more attractive, at least for you. Besides the fact that, of course, it was a genius who you were talking to.

"And why didn't she just ask?" he genuinely murmured and you couldn't help but giggle.

"I don't know, when we like a person, we do stupid things"

"Do you really think she likes me?"

"Of course, what reason would there be for her not to?" you mumbled and he just looked away, as he did most of the time, while he shrugged, which made you think that maybe this conversation was more serious than you imagined "Do you like her?"

"No! Definitely not” he said right away, as if he was offended “It just seems strange to me that you say that”

"Say what?"

"That someone likes me"

"Oh, please," you breathed, completely incredulous. "You're charming, Reid, I don't think she’s the only one who likes you”

"Do you think I'm charming?" he said, slightly skeptical. You loved his reaction to any compliment he received.

"Sometimes" you lied. Actually, you thought he was charming all the time "Besides you're an FBI profiler, don't you detect that kind of thing in girls?"

"It's harder to analyze women than criminals," he argued, making you chuckle slightly.

Suddenly the report you had to make was forgotten and you wished you wanted to spend more time with him, although you didn't know if he would be willing to do the same. It was one thing to be together at work and another very different thing was that he wanted to be with you personally.

"Do you have anything in particular to do today?" you exclaimed cautiously, so the question allowed him to politely get rid of the invitation if he wanted to. You held back your urge to smile when he said no, attentive to what you had to say “Do you want to go to my apartment? If I'm still here I'm going to have a migraine and I think you should relax for a while too”

“Go to your apartment?” he asked, just to be sure, to which you nodded.

“Yeah, like… order some pizza, and… do you like wine? I have wine at home. And we can put on thrillers and see who can figure out who the killer is first”

"I would beat you"

"You think so, Reid?" you said, challenging his strange burst of confidence, and Spencer nodded playfully, a lock of hair falling over his forehead. "I'll buy you your week's coffee if you beat me" saying this, you knew full well you didn't stand a chance, but if a couple of dollars spent on coffee would get you a few extra hours with him, you were willing to accept that.

"It's a deal" he smiled and in less than ten minutes you were out of the offices.

As expected, you lost the game, but you couldn't say you ended the night disappointed. At first you didn't even know why you invited him, because outside of that neighborhood park in Las Vegas, you'd never spent any time alone. Spencer was all shy at first, always sitting up straight and hugging his briefcase, but when you broke the tension he relaxed considerably. The wine helped a bit because, although he confessed to you that he didn't drink often, you two ended up with a bottle of red that you had in the cupboard; not too much to lose consciousness, but enough to get gigglier. Even Spencer's ever-dapper outfit was thrown into disarray, as he'd loosened his tie and removed his vest to deal with the rise in body temperature the alcohol brought on. As promised you had pizza for dinner, which he refused to let you pay for, and in the process you put on some of the classic movies you found, according to google, making sure neither of you had seen them before. That night you were tempted to tell your partner that he could sleep over there if he wanted, but you had to say that a hint like that might make him uncomfortable. You didn't want to break the magic of the moment.

So the next morning you walked into the Quantico offices more energetic than usual, holding a couple of glasses of coffee on a tray.

"Good morning, Y/L/N" Morgan greeted you, as you approached the BAU work area, where Hotch and Elle were also present.

"Good morning, have you seen Spencer today?"

"I suppose he arrived, but I haven't seen him"

"I think he hid in the kitchen"

"Why do you ask?" muttered Morgan, who was probably the gossipiest of the three and also the most teasing. You knew, unfortunately, that if you didn't tell him, he would question Spencer, and you didn't want him to feel uncomfortable.

“I bought him a coffee. We made a bet last night and I'll be buying it all week"

"So you're trying to make him fall for you, huh" he exclaimed, completely ignoring your explanation, so you decided to play along.

"I think I'll need a few more months for that" judging by the man's laugh, you knew that the answer had satisfied him. You wondered if it bothered you that Spencer might misinterpret that joke as fact, but at the same time you wondered if it really was something that bothered you enough to deny it.

You walked down the aisle looking for the brown-haired boy and greeted a few people along the way, until, as if by divine grace, you looked at the man’s back and at the same time heard the click of heels, which you already knew quite well, going in the same direction.

"Spencer!" you called him before Victoria could tell him anything, and he turned with that awkwardness that characterized him showing a small smile when he noticed that it was you.

"Hello"

“You better not be making your coffee,” you murmured, getting close enough to hand her the cup you brought on the tray and making sure Victoria, who was making her own drink, would overhear the conversation. “I hope you like it. Sweet as you"

"Thank you," he replied, slightly embarrassed by the compliment you'd just paid him. He peered into the cup and frowned “Why did the barista write a heart next to my name?”

“It wasn't the barista, it was me”

It took Spencer a moment to sink the words in, and then he looked back at you with a confused expression.

"And why did you write a heart next to my name?"

You couldn't help but contain a laugh and Victoria, who had been attentive to the entire conversation, contained an angry sigh when she saw you extend your hand to the boy's bicep to give it a squeeze, taking the opportunity to get a little closer to him.

"I hope to repeat last night sometime" you muttered ignoring his question "I really had fun"

"Me too," he said, faster than you'd expect, and you smirked to notice that she was right next to him, her jaw clenching angrily. Without Reid realizing it, that talk could be completely interpreted as you've had a sexual affair, and not only that, but you were looking forward to it again.

"I'll see you around, right?"

"I think so" he replied. Spencer took a sip of the coffee you bought him, as if he'd just remembered it, and took a moment to savor it, closing his eyes in the process. You tried not to be distracted by the afterimage of him licking his lips. "I love it, what's with it?"

“Huh-uh, I won't tell you. If you want to drink it, you will have to ask me” you replied playfully. You thought that perhaps, at some point, he would become uncomfortable with your indiscreet flirtations, but when he smiled at you and looked away, you knew he was actually liking it. And if Spencer liked being fawned over, you weren't going to put up a fight.

"Thank you"

"It's nothing, doctor. Good luck on your day" you said goodbye, showing him the most beautiful smile you were capable of manifesting.

After that you made sure to look Victoria square in the eye as you left, confident that if she tried to say something rude to the profiler again you would confront her yourself and finally got lost. She looked at him, utterly offended, and then did the same, leaving behind the cup of coffee she was preparing to lock herself in the office and be grumpy all day. But Spencer didn't even notice any of it, as he was too busy looking closely at his heart in his cup to get any idea of what it might mean.

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little-fairy-forest · 8 months

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Troglodyte

-> meaning someone who enjoys being alone

bakugo x gn!reader, fluff, soft hours

The quietness of the dorms past curfew was a rare experience few managed to experience. Aizawa was fast asleep after curfew, only waking if the alarm went off or to do his patrol around the dorms to get and people lingering.

But, here you were yet again basking in the silence of the dorm kitchen late into the night as you wait for your hot drink to be ready before you slip back into your dorm for the night. The past week has killed you. From mountains of homework to tests to over doing it one too many times during hero training.

You managed your time well so that you have the rest of the evening to relax before getting a good night's sleep. Many of your classmates are either training, doing homework/study or off somewhere in the town. Many students had the same schedule they followed each day after school so you knew when the kitchen would be empty so you could get your drink in peace.

Until tonight

Familiar thumping footsteps echoed through the hall, coming into the kitchen and common room. You didn't bother to turn to see who it was as you knew 'not to poke the bear' when he obviously wasn't able to sleep at his regular time. You didn't want an early grave.

"Can you pass me a mug?"

...what? why was he speaking to you??

You passed Bakugo a mug without a word, stirring your drink in hopes to make it faster to get out of his way. He had other plans

"You not studying with the idiots?" Bakugo asks as he prepares a warm glass of milk. Why did he want a conversation with you?

"No I finished my work earlier..." you say in a quiet voice as you turn to face Bakugo. Was he sick? why did he look flushed? Maybe there's medicine around somewhere-

"Yea you've always been a smart worm huh" he laughs to himself as he leans against the countertop facing you as you stand awkwardly with your drink in your hand. Why is he still talking to you??

"I didn't score that high in the midterms, I hope I do better this term," you say taking a sip of your drink, smiling to yourself as it tastes just the way you want it to.

"course' ya will dumbass," Bakugo says as he grabs his drink taking a sip himself. A small milk line coated his upper lip. You smile and laugh quietly as you never thought you'd see the big scary bakugo with a milk moustache on your nightly drink scavenger. Bakugo looks at you confused, not in a 'pissed' way, but more of a 'explain what's funny' way.

"You have a little something on your lip Bakugo" you say laughing a little more as you watch him wipe it in embarrassment, cursing to himself as he goes red.

"whatever," he says trying to play it off. secretly he is enjoying hearing you laugh as you're so quiet. You've weirdly taken his interest. Especially after the midterm assessment, he never knew you were so badass in battle

"Let me know if you need a study partner, sick of teachin' the idiots basic shit" Bakugo says as he turns away from you knocking back the last of his drink. Silently hoping you say yes

"Really? I do need help with some older Japanese heros that came up in hero basics" You say as if this was your chance to learn it from someone in person instead of videos online. Bakugos' true intentions went right over your head, unfortunately...

Bakugo wanted to spend some time with you but he didn't want the others to think the wrong idea! because god forbid bakugo asks someone he finds attractive interesting out on a date day out. Studying is a great go-to for two people who like comfortable silence as they enjoy their own company.

Maybe late night talks in the kitchen isn't so bad :)

This was shit get over it

-> masterlist

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b0rninh3ll · 2 months

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Summary: Rollo with an opposite kind of unhinged partner who always says the most out of pocket things out of nowhere when they are alone and no one believes that they actually like each other.

Warnings:obviously English isn’t my first language plus I posted this the moment I finished it, reader is gn, reader is INSECURE, very self inserty, Rollo is decent at comforting, small injury, reader says out of pocket shit because it’s funny. Tell me to add anything if I forgot :P

Words:1.2K

Rollo groans as he wakes up from his sleep to start another day at school, he takes his phone to turn off the alarm and sees a message from his partner.

”I want to get you pregnant”

Rollo just sighed and didn’t open the message and went to the bathroom. As he was making himself coffee a specific ringtone erupted his peace, he answered the call and didn’t say anything waiting for the next surprise.

”about the preg-“

”Please seek professional help”

beep.

it’s too early for him to deal with this, he hears giggling from behind his door. Smiling to himself only, he sighed, hid his smile and opened the door with a frown only his partner would see right through, and that partner is smiling like an idiot. He had to fight the urge to smile back, he doesn’t want to encourage her behavior even if he doesn’t mind it that much.

”hey baby girl” “don’t call me that”

He smiled very slightly as he looked at them. How can someone who claims to be lazy have so much energy very early in the morning? Unless… Rollo’s smile disappeared and he crossed his arms with his head held high.

”You didn’t sleep didn’t you?” His partner flinched and looked anywhere but Rollo’s eyes, swinging side to side “whaatt? Of course I did- no I didn’t” one look at Rollo's eyes made them tell the truth, they already knew that lying won’t get them anywhere with Rollo. Especially with his very unconvinced face.

”buutt the new character was about to be released” they whined as they explained themselves, knowing at it wouldn’t change anything but trying won’t hurt “you know how long I have waited for it-“ Rollo raised his hand, noticing his partner’s worry “I’m not mad, I just don’t want you to tell behind on your studies.” He said it as a fact, not afraid to somewhat show his worry.

They looked at him for a moment before smiling, knowing even when he said he wouldn’t, he would lap them even when they didn't help themselves. They hold his arm, almost spilling his coffee with how much force they hold him. He walked around the school doing his work while his partner walked close by, his assistants joked about them being a package deal.

After classes at the student council room, Rollo was doing his work while his partner was (forcefully by Rollo) doing their homework. Saying that he's around he can help them instead of them calling in the middle of the night to help with a simple math question.

He looked to the side as he noticed the sound of pen writing had stopped for a while, he saw his partner looking down in deep thought. Not in the “if I used that weapon one that character” kind of thought but something must have happened to leave them with such expression, kind of thought.

He called their name multiple times, raising his voice every time until they answered him “what are you so in deep thought about?” He looked at them in the eyes, in a way trying to tell them there is no way of getting out of this.

They stayed silent for a moment, just looking at Rollo’s eyes. As if begging him not to open that can of worms, Rollo’s eyes didn’t give them a chance to escape, equally begging them to open up.

”have you.. heard what everyone has been saying?” Rollo frowned, he was confused. This is not something they usually worry about, they always told him not to care what others say especially when it comes to their relationship. It seems to be a sensitive topic for them, from their actions. Avoiding eye contact, stuttering, heavy breathing and biting their nails. So he tried to be patient.

”No, I have not.” He’s too busy to know or care about what anyone thinks about him or his partner. “Care to tell me?” He slowly holds their hand, to stop them from hurting themselves. Which was a little late. Their fingertips are already bleeding, he sighs and opens one of his drawers, taking out bandages and helping them.

They hissed, not enjoying their current situation. “They say I don’t deserve you” they looked away, feeling ashamed to even entertain the thought “they think you are with me because you pity me or that I’m annoying you” Rollo listened to them without interrupting, wanting to hear everything from them before speaking his thoughts. “Am I.. Too much?”.

He stopped for a second to process their question, “what do you mean?” He looked them in the eyes after finishing putting on the bandage, trying to figure them out. “You know like.. Too much to handle? Annoying and insufferable.. A nuisance?” They kept their eyes away from his, the shame killing them inside out.

Rollo knew how insecure his partner can be, but it surprised him it reached their relationship. He didn’t even give himself to think and answered them.

“no, I don’t think of you this lowly” He awkwardly tried to comfort them by holding their hand with both of his, looking around just as awkwardly to try and find his words. “If I did, I wouldn’t be here with you, right?” He’s trying his best and he knows his partner understands, to them that he’s trying is more than enough but they kept silent.

He raised his hand, to emphasize his point. “Just because you would, doesn’t mean I would” He smiled, a barely noticeable one as they laughed. They know it’s true, they didn’t have the best relationships with almost anyone in their life so they assume that everyone is like them, it’s nice to be reminded that it’s not normal.

”May I ask, from whom did you hear it?” Rollo said as he went back to do his work, wanting to get to the bottom of this situation. “Oh, will usually when we are walking or just sitting alone I tend to hear people talk” “oh so your hearing decides to be good when it’s people bad mouthing you?” At that they laughed loudly, holding their mouth to keep it down.

”I can’t even disagree on that..” They looked down and smiled a small one “I’m sorry, really. It’s just they came at the worst time” they smiled apologetically, looking at Rollo begging for forgiveness. Even though he wasn't mad to begin with “don’t worry about it,just like how you handled my worst, I’m here for yours.”

Their smile turned warm, putting their head on Rollo’s shoulder “Thank you, truly” they closed their eyes and sighed. “No problem” he smiled, knowing they can’t see it.

”so, about the preg-“ “sigh…”

….

“Did you take the pic??” “Yeah!” Two students peaked through the door, they chuckled and left the two love birds on their own. “They owe us so much money!” “Thought that was to stop the rumors so it would stop upsetting them?” “Oh yeah that too!”

One day I AM using my artistic skills to draw me getting him pregnant

Also high coms are open :3

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svt-rosalie · 6 months

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hewwoo im not sure if you are taking asks hehe . how does the members take care of young little rosie when she newly debuted ,

. . . ♡ ROSIE ! ? 🪷 HEADCANNONS ★ ﾟ๑

ׁ ׅ ୨ ❪ seventeen! ❫ ୧ ⊹ ࣪

author note! decided to just do the hyung line for this ask (sorry) but if you want the maknae line vers. i’ll do that sometime soon, you’ll just have to remind me <3

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ seungcheol

he always, always walked her to school!

cheol was worried about the fact that she would lose her way to school and she would be alone.

so instead he woke up at 5 o’clock every morning with her and walked her hand in hand to the school 6 blocks away.

rosie would blabber away about what she’s looking foward to that day of school whilst seungcheol just smiles

gives her a hug and kiss on the forehead once they get to the gate!

he definitely doesn’t glare at the boys and girls that are giving rosie compliments on her hair, makeup, shoes, ect. that don’t sound very platonic

screams “i love you my rosebud! have a good day. study hard!” when she’s only like 10 feet away, embarrassing her for the whole day!

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ jeonghan

jeonghan’s the one that made sure she is up on time for anything and everything.

rosie sleeps like a rock, so no alarm or noise will wake her up. one time vernon thought she was dead.

jeonghan was the only one that could her up at the time and it was his designated role!

hannie would lay out her school uniform already ironed and steamed. the other boys definitely got jealous of this but what can jeonghan say, rosie is the favorite!

and jeonghan is proud to announce it.

jeonghan would make sure her bag was packed and that all her homework due that day was in the correct folder.

rosie is big on being neat. everything is color coded

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ joshua

shua would keep an eye on her during music shows.

rosie gets distracted easily and would wonder around speaking to other artist or employees and that led to joshua being in charge of her

he wanted to buy one of those like backpack leashes but was told it was stupid so he didn’t

he really wanted to though

joshua also (don’t let anybody know) would sing rosie to sleep

rosie would have a hard time being away from her parents and joshua would lay next to the girl while her head is on his chest and sing/hum different songs

sometimes rosie would teach him classic french songs so he could sing her to sleep with them

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ junhui

cooked and made her lunches every single day. and i mean every single day.

he always made sure she ate

he knew how strenuous her diet was compared to the boys and it just didn’t seem fair

so junnie would always sneak in snacks he knew the managers wouldn’t approve of and made sure she ate them

as well as drank as much water as she needed knowing she would forget some times

rosie is his little baby and he never wanted her to have bad memories to look back on during her debut days, only the good

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ hoshi

hoshi was never helpful when it came to school but always took care of her during practice

rosie tended to overwork herself, she is a big perfectionist!

and hoshi noticed that some nights she would stay past the time needed just constantly working on parts she thought was wrong but hoshi couldn’t see the problem

hoshi would always give her encouraging words and let her know she was doing amazing!

which was enough for rosie.

knowing that hoshi thought she was doing great and that her rhythm fit well with the choreography was enough to stop her overthinking mind

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ wonwoo

wonwoo was still is rosie’s favorite during and before their debut era

reason being is because, wonwoo would help with her homework and i mean help, he would do it all for her

half the reason she passed her korean literacy class was because of wonwoo!

besides that though, wonwoo was very helpful with her school work and always made sure that she took care of her mental and physical health before he pressured her into finishing her homework and then going to tutoring

he also would lie about the fact that he allowed rosie to play games when she was suppose to be asleep

everyone knows but wonwoo will never admit it

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ woozi

(un)surprisingly enough woozi was rosie’s rock, you could say, during debut

when rosie would get hateful message sent via social media and through the company, woozi always ALWAYS stood up for her

and no matter how busy he was, he would attend all of rosie’s events big or small

instead of helping her with school he would help her with her lyrics that she so badly wanted to write

because in rosie’s words she wants to be just as poetic with her lyrics as jihoon is with his

jihoon liked to think he was rosie’s favorite during this time despite how much he teased her

he always made sure she knew her worth when it came down to it though and taught her to NEVER let somebody else (the haters) define who she has to be

because being seventeen’s rosebud is enough

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cybersp4c3 · 1 year

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the entire day today, i was thinking about fucking a tutor scara in exchange for completed work / study guides

Your parents contacted your principal because you failed one, singular test and got you a tutor. Yeah, having a tutor sucks but not when he's this attractive!

Scaramouche, who is probably the biggest asshole, offered (was forced) his services and you complied. He doesn't care much about you, just as long as you get the questions right.

The first day of your tutoring, he comes in with a skirt and stockings and looks at you, "Don't you dare say a word." You hold in a laugh but as tutoring goes on, you can't help but wonder how good he would look fucked dumb.

You slip up, probably too focused in your thoughts, and get the first ten questions wrong. "Are you this dumb? Just answer a question right, for god sake."

You just stare at him (his thighs) and continue on getting questions incorrect. At this point, Scaramouche is beyond annoyed.

"Look, get at least one question right and I'll give you a reward, what do you say?" He bargains.

You look up at him, catching a few glances down at his skirt without him noticing. "Anything?"

Scaramouche sighs before clearly stating, "... Anything."

And that's how he was led to this predicament.

His tongue swirled around your cock and you would pull his hair towards yourself. When he meant anything, he didn't expect this!

"Ah, such a good slut for me, hmm?" You would tease him before an alarm would go off and his time sucking your dick would be over.

Scaramouche would get from between your legs to on your lap and he would point to the next question. "Uhmm, just… solve it, I guess.." His hand would quiver over the sheet as he felt your saliva-covered cock just beneath his skirt and his throbbing, wet pussy.

You solved it correctly and Scaramouche mentally prepared himself to suck you off until you said something.

"How about we…raise the stakes a bit?"

"Huh..?" He freezes, would he have to suck your cock for twenty minutes now?

You slowly lift up his skirt and place your fingers on his laced panties. They're practically soaking already and Scaramouche looked away from you.

"If I finish a whole sheet and get the correct answers in less than… ten minutes, I could fuck you dumb, right?"

He whines out of desperation, not because he hates the idea but rather he hates that he loves it. Scaramouche slowly nods, "Yeah, go ahead…I'll wait.."

A few minutes pass and you turn in your sheet. All the answers are right and you had more than four minutes left on the clock.

Either way, Scaramouche's pussy was getting filled.

"Fuck! Go s-slower..!" He used the table in front of him for stability, messy with your papers and a couple of textbooks.

You just quicken your pace into his warm walls, laughing in his ear. "And why would I do that, slut? You were basically begging for me to fuck you with that skirt and stockings on."

Scaramouche whines but knows it's true, he had plenty of time to change clothing before coming to tutor you but he wasted it on perfecting his make-up for you.

He thinks about himself, is he really… a slut? The poor puppet snaps back to reality when he feels your hand on his ass, spanking it.

".H..Ahh! You– nghh!" Your cock continued to pound him, your hand spanked him and the other started groping his chest.

Scaramouche felt so filled and he squirted all over your cock.

Next day comes by, and your tutor is dressed in an even sluttier outfit this time!

His ass was practically showing all the hand prints you had left on there and it seemed like he was nicer to you.

Scaramouche would give you easier questions too, to suck your cock and would give you a first-grader's homework, to let you fuck him.

Not that you mind, of course. You now have a tutor that doesn't mind being your brainwashed slut!

(was in my head the entire day because i watched a random tiktok 🧚🧚)

I want him to be my tutor 😋

Guys be like this anon send me an entire thesis about fucking scara

I love you anon MWUAH

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writing-in-glitter-pen · 10 months

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I had this dream last night of Kaeya being my high-school sweetheart, I woke up mid way because it was so cute and adorable😩

Aw Kaeya would be the sweetest highschool boyfriend!!! Genshin men dreams are such a gift—I had one the other day about Childe, but then my 6 am alarm went off and interrupted!!! I was literally so grumpy for the rest of the day.

Ok now I wrote you a little thing. And made a Kaeya-specific divider for it lol

Kaeya x gender neutral reader II Fluff!!

Kaeya makes it his personal mission to make sure your days on campus are pleasant and easy. As not only your boyfriend, but a year your senior, he takes responsibility for your happiness—so he’s always looking out for you. He’s such a gentleman, he insists on not only walking you to every class you have, even if it makes him a smidge late to his own, but he also insists on holding your backpack for you. Even if you don’t want him to and try to swat his hands away, he easily just lifts it off of your shoulders by the strap and throws it over his own with a laugh and his sly, charming smile. He always coddles you and then follows it with that annoying smile…well…annoying and attractive smile.

He wants to share his lunch with you every day; always making just a bit extra so if you forgot yours or just want a taste of his he can give it to you! And, if I may repeat this significant headcannon of mine, he’s a fantastic cook. His food is so divine it feels like a sin eating it at school for lunch period. And if you’re mad at him that day, he always coaxes you out of your mood with the smell of his food in his thermos. You hate that it works so well on you.

If you have a period, he always carries advil and an extra pad or tampon in his bag. If his friends see it and make fun of him, it doesn’t deter him at all. He just likes taking care of you, and no comment from some loser that doesn’t get it will shake that sense of responsibility he has for you. I know he’d respond with some snarky comment like, “Once you date a quality person, maybe you’ll get it. Well, if you can date a quality person...”

He keeps up with your grades so he knows when a study-date is in order; since he’s your senior, he’s taken all the classes you have now, so he’s more than willing to help you with your homework or prep for a test. If you’re having trouble socially, you can always vent to him and if you want, he’ll try to help you solve it. He’s the kind of boyfriend that’s THERE for your drama—he knows all of your friend’s and their boyfriend’s names, so if anything goes down he’s prepared to hear about it. He’s always eager to hear you spill—your friend group is so much more interesting than his lol.

If you’re ever overwhelmed, he’ll take you to his car or behind the bleachers or any other secluded spot he’s found on campus to give you a break…or to do something else…what? You thought Kaeya was beyond sneaky makeouts? Please. They’re his jam, his bread, and his butter. He’s sent you to class with messy hair multiple times.

And if you ever feel nervous to speak to a teacher about something or if you have to go to the nurse’s office, he’s right there behind you, leaning against the doorframe of the room, always supporting you ♡ oh and if you have bullies? No you don’t. Trust that he’ll handle it.

Yes, your boyfriend can fight ♡

#kaeya x you #kaeya x reader #kaeya fluff #highschool au #kaeya imagines #kaeya alberich #kaeya x gn reader #kaeya genshin impact #kaeya x gender neutral reader #kaeya headcanons

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six-eyed-samurai · 2 months

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: This relationship should not be condoned and was only written for entertainment purposes. Dark content like kidnapping and stalking is in here, so don't read if it makes you uncomfortable. Minors, scat and shoo and scram!

Because she'll always, always have your back at anytime and anywhere!

You never thought twice about what an amazing friend she was. She was always there when you needed her most. Always there when you needed a shoulder to cry on. Always keeping an eye on you wherever you went, wherever you were, wherever you had to be!

Sliding in the background and hiding amongst your friend group most of the time at school but she was always, always there to assist and help and provide and…whether you needed it or not, now that you think of it.

But oh well! She was such an awesome friend, always there with assistance should the need arise. Need a spare pen? Wow, she’s got extra. You forgot to do your homework? Sure, she’s got you covered. Damn, you’re too busy for lunch? Don’t worry, she brought seconds!

You never had to fret over project partners, because of course she and you were going to partner up! You got lost and have no idea where to go? Why worry when she’ll suddenly turn up with directions? You lost something amongst the crowded halls of school? Haha, funny enough, she’s found it for you.

Although it was starting to get a little unnerving at how she was always…just there. No one knew you were going to be sick that Monday but somehow she appeared on your doorstep with soup and a weird, smiling “get better soon”. You had only ever confessed to your trusty journal that you wanted out of the swimming competition and the next thing you knew she was telling you she managed to get the teacher to allow you to opt out. You were just about to call your dad to pick you up from the study session and realized your phone was dead when she appeared like always with that worried expression and the proclamations of “oh, no worries, I can help!”.

Aw, but it would be rude to think such appalling things about such an affectionate friend who’s always got your back! You felt awful for even thinking about it, but the apprehensive anxiety that started to attack you every time she approached wasn’t disappearing anytime soon and conversations had never became more awkward as you desperately tried to avoid her and her alarming insistence.

The last straw arrived in the form of an argument that exploded out when you refused her offer to walk you back home when your dad was late and couldn’t make it in the pouring rain.

“I promised to always look out for you, didn’t I?!”

“I told you, enough! I can walk home myself or call my friend-”

“Friend?” Her tone melted into something sickly, sourly sweet. “Who are they? Wasn't it always me, huh, who helped you every single time? Who else did the things I did for you all the time?”

You thought you hadn't liked where this was going…but you definitely hated what was happening now.

Idiot, idiot! How did you - any of you - never notice how strong she really was in physical education? How, how, how! You never wanted to find out this way, not with her fingers nearly popping veins in you with how tight, oh so tight her grip on your neck was as she lifted you up like a limp rag doll.

“Who told you about the cameras? Who told you I was following - ah, making sure you were safe - around? You weren't supposed to know about it all…did you find out about the stack of your things I have? Is this why you've been behaving like such a brat to me lately? I promise, it was always all just to make sure you could rely on me for everything, I swear!”

Because that's all you ever were to her, you realised. A helpless little doll who relied on her for everything, silly little doll dancing to her raging child's strings, foolish little doll to never, ever be shared with anyone else!

“I'm bloody tired of you and your ungratefulness! I did everything for you, for us! I gave everything you would ever want or need! Don't you love me, you useless sweet baby? Who killed them for you, huh? Whatcha gonna do without me, huh? Silly, pretty sod, you rely on me for everything! I promised that, didn't I? I always, always keep my promises!”

If there was one thing good about her it was that she was, indeed, true to her word…never mind, you wished she didn't, then death would come to steal you away like she had - you would welcome it though! Anything would be better than the promises she kept that prevented you from wasting away in that attic of hers. Swearing to have your back; just stop, stop acting like if she got you all your favourite things and provided your needs it would be fine! Oaths you prayed she wouldn't insist on of you accepting her abominable affections and acclaims of her crazed attraction and adoration.

She always, always had your back, in school and even in your captivity.

“Trust, darling! You'll see, you'll see, I'll make you see! I'm all, ALL, you could ever, ever need! Always!”

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Rebelcaptain Trees for @pfirsichspritzer: College AU

Jyn’s late. Of course she is.

All semester, she’s been trying to be a good little student, showing up to class on time, turning in her homework when it was due, finishing her required reading even if it meant staying up until two in the morning, studying for tests and pop quizzes and presentations, and this is what she gets.

Her stupid alarm didn’t go off, today of all days, and because it was the midterm exam, she couldn’t even say screw it and skip class. Half her grade depends on this stupid test.

Why have the gods forsaken her?

After rushing across campus at breakneck speed, out of breath and wheezing, Jyn finally reaches the classroom, wrenches open the door and —

It’s locked.

What?

“Class’s canceled,” comes a voice from behind her, and Jyn jumps half a foot in the air before wheeling around to stare incredulously at Cassian Andor.

Who’s sitting on the bench next to the door, phone in hand, looking at her with an inscrutably blank expression.

She hadn’t noticed him, but that’s not surprising considering her single-minded focus on just getting to class. Normally, she always notices him. Even when he seems determined to not be perceived. Her eyes always stray to him somehow.

“What?” she says, her voice a little higher, her heart still pounding.

“Draven sent an email. Class’s canceled. Midterm’s next week.”

You gotta be fucking —

Jyn fishes out her phone from her pocket, an annoyed groan on her lips when she sees the email he’s talking about.

“Fucking Draven,” she hisses as she slips her phone back into her pants, too angry to stop herself from bashing their professor. She never really liked the guy anyway, but now it’s personal. Even if it’s technically her fault for not checking her mail.

Is this what she risked almost getting hit by a bus for?!

“He sent it in the morning,” Cassian answers, though it doesn’t seem like he’s defending the man. If anything, he sounds a bit annoyed as well. At least behind that emotionless mask he usually wears.

“I didn’t have the time to check my emails, I was already late. What’s your excuse?”

He holds up his phone, shaking it with a wry little smile. “It went to my spam folder.”

Hah. Technology, right?

“Oh. Sucks.” Though that didn’t explain one thing. “So what are you still doing here?”

“I have a class after this. Just not worth it to go home.”

Jyn hesitates as she looks at him, worrying her lip between her teeth.

Now that she’s no longer terrified to fail the exam (because Draven is absolutely the type of teacher to fail her for being late), her heart rate’s returning to normal, and she realizes she doesn’t really have anything else to do until late afternoon. And here’s Cassian Andor, the guy she’s lowkey liked since the start of the semester, sitting in front of her. Alone.

A golden opportunity, if she’s ever seen one, just falling into her lap.

He probably doesn’t want company. She doesn’t think she’s ever seen Cassian hang out with anybody besides the tall, blonde, square-faced guy who always looks annoyed at everybody (and yes, she’s been paying attention). But maybe she can be one of the exceptions then.

“I can wait with you,” Jyn says, managing to keep her tone neutral. Just a simple offer.

From a girl he hasn’t spoken to more than twice.

This was a mistake, she thinks as soon as the words are out.

Maybe he wants to be alone, maybe he has homework, maybe he wants to read a book —

“Okay,” Cassian agrees, interrupting her spiraling thoughts, and Jyn’s eyes almost go wide in surprise before she reigns herself in. Wait, really?

“Okay,” she echoes because she’s still overwhelmed with shock, and she doesn’t know what else to say.

Cassian stares at her expectantly as she stands there, rooted to the spot and feeling more awkward by the second.

“Are you gonna sit?” he asks eventually, and oh, right. Fuck, she’s an idiot.

“Yeah,” she says, hoping her cheeks aren’t as red as they feel. She slips her backpack off her shoulders to place it on the bench but pauses as another idea hits her. “Or we could go grab a coffee. I know a great place not five minutes from here.”

“The Rogue?” Cassian’s eyebrows lift in surprise, and Jyn feels her mouth curl into a delighted smile.

“Yeah! You know it too?” It’s a small, cozy coffeeshop that many people tend to overlook. Most college students prefer the bigger, trendier places, but Jyn’s always like the Rogue because they serve way better coffee than Starbucks, and their prices don’t make you broke.

Plus the owners, Chirrut and Baze, are good friends of hers.

“Yeah, they have great coffee. Although Chirrut keeps trying to set me up with this girl he swears I’d like.”

“Hah,” Jyn snorts, “that’s just Chirrut. He does the same to me. He’s been trying to get me to meet this guy since…” She trails off, and their eyes meet as realization dawns on them at the same time.

A small bark of laughter escapes her before she can help it because it’s just so ridiculous.

Chirrut.

Of course he’d been trying to set her up with the guy she’s been crushing on since the first day of school.

“Huh,” Cassian says, a barely there smile playing on his lips. “Lesson learned then. Always listen to Chirrut.”

#rebelcaptain #dailyrebelcaptain #rebelcaptaintrees #pfirsichspritzer #therebelcaptainnetwork #rogue one #my fics #*rebelcaptain #*graphics #i went with a different edit this time than my usual moodboards hope you like it!!

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meshlasolus · 8 months

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supporting palestine ≠ being antisemitic. israel has been occupying palestine for decades and palestine has a right to resist. educate yourself.

you don't want to go here. For the past six years, I have dedicated hundreds of hours of my time to researching and studying BOTH sides of this historical dilemma. You can even scroll back far enough on my blog to see that in earlier times, I stood with Palestine when I felt things were being done unfair.

I only now have a problem when Hamas, who is a terrorism group, is kidnapping and raping/murdering the people of Israel. These people were celebrating peace at the end of the Jewish holiday week of Sukkot.

One of my friends was at the peace concert, dedicated to celebrating and enjoying this occasion. She had to run for her life because of a surprise Hamas attack that ended with both her Parents and cousin being abducted and shoved into vehicles at gunpoint. Palestinians were not under attack by Israel when this was happening, and it was unprompted. My friend is in an unsafe location, less than 50 miles from Gaza, and has had to run away from her home several times due to missile alarms.

These attacks were brought on so suddenly, that even the Iron Dome was caught off guard. Now that Israel has responded to these vicious attacks, people claim they are murdering Palestinians, and going on an unwarranted attack themselves. They ignore the deaths and harm done to Israel because it fits their narrative of Palestine being the victim.

Ignoring the deaths of Jewish people and flipping the script that those who committed those murders were the innocent victims are by definition: Nazis.

I really hope that you take a moment to understand how insane it is to be closed-minded and then tell others to educate themselves. It really shows that you yourself haven't probably been widely educated, and are probably just on the bandwagon of support because it's trending. So please, oh brave anon, educate yourself, and as I stated in my last post, fuck you.

To anyone coming on my blog to spread hate against Jews, please know that I will not stand for it. I have so many people I know who are direct victims of antisemitic hate crimes, and it is sickening. I have seen literal evidence of Nazis still being in existence, and using different political issues to hide behind so that they don't get persecuted for it. My friend was held down in a parking lot last year and had a swastika carved into his shoulder by a group of men who had the symbol also painted onto their truck. This shit is REAL. there are still people who want to harm and murder Jews simply because they exist. Palestine, though given the right to peacefully coexist with Israelites for decades, has risen up a terrorist group to fight their battles.

In response with Anon's statement of 'Israel has been occupying palestine' I'd like everyone to remember that the very earliest historical records (excluding the bible/torah, because many deem it as a faulty source) show that the land was called Israel, and Palestine did not even exist. If you'd like to make the argument that anyone was forced out of their land, why don't you do a little research on the Israelites and the Ottoman Empire. I am a learned bitch, and I did my homework. I suggest everyone else do theirs before they make their opinions that can be easily swayed by media.

#nazis #i stand with israel #fuck hamas #palestine #free israel #israel

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marwhoa · 2 years

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request: Could you write rise!Donnie x gn!reader? Where reader just started highschool and it's already exhausting for them. They spend too much time doing their homework, studying for tests etc.? ( would be great if it was music highschool and the reader played piano maybe ? ) They're constantly tired, their sleep schedule is messed up and they start to eat less. One day Donnie visits reader at their place at idk 2/3 am and they're still awake, sitting in front of the desk. At first he brushes it off thinking it's one time thing. It's not, it happens again and again. On his and readers 'date' at his lab, while D talks about his newest invention, they faint [ If it makes you uncomfortable, you can just make ‘em fall asleep! ]. Panic and more panic. Reader wakes up and is given a lecture by the purple turtle ( and comfort, of course ). (They/them)

🝮 “ the heart’s broken song ”

rise!donnie x overworked!musician!reader

author’s note: hihi !! man am i churning out requests, I’ll prolly slow down after this a tad just to work on homework assignments, but sure is neat to know I’m capable of doing requests quick !! I made this a tad bit more generalized ( in terms of what level of school y/n is in! ) but aside from that, i tots hope you like it! also curious who will catch the 2012 reference I snuck in 😳

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Ah, back-to-school season: the dreaded time of year for every student, elementary, middle, high, college—EVERYONE. Well, maybe not preschoolers or the outliers who find school to be “ the most magical place on earth “ (*cough, cough, donnie, cough*)

Alas, you happened to fall upon the side of those who dreaded the start-up of school. Now, not to say school was heavily horrible—no, you loved to learn. You liked finding out new things, mastering new skills, all of it.

But you didn’t love the long grueling hours that seeped into what should have been sleep time. You didn’t love the standardized tests that simply said, “ no, no, we care not what you truly know. we care about what you have memorized. it matters not what you think is most interesting, what you could be slipping on. we wish to place a numerical label on your intelligence, and if you fall short of it? why, expect consequences. ” You didn’t love the fear that settled in your chest, the holding of your breath, when the teacher passed back graded work and you would hear students sign sadly or leave the room for a moment to themselves. You didn’t love the teachers who would lean upon the desk and say, “ i’m disappointed in these grades, ” because what all that meant was that they could care less how much you loved to learn, they could care less about how eager you were to get better at writing, or math, or art, or strumming your fingers across beloved instruments—no, no, they cared nothing for any of that.

What truly mattered to them was how high of a number you could get on a test. They wanted the evidence, the cold-hard truth that you sacrificed every bit of yourself to make them have the numbers to say, “ see? I’m a good school, look at all these 100s and high achieving students. aren’t i deserving of more money? “

But, that was a darker truth. That was a reality you tried to ignore as your fingers danced upon the black and white keys of your beloved instrument—the piano. Homework laid upon your desk, burning holes through you, but for this moment in time there was nothing you wanted more than to let your fingertips guide you towards the most melodious numbers possibly, their notes dancing like couples in a ballroom, swirling around your head and leaving you upon a plane of true bliss.

That beauteous moment between an instrument and a loving musician was disturbed by the chilling beep that emitted from their phone. Your eyes lingered on your device, drowning out the cacophony of irritatingly shrill alarms vibrating the technology here and there on your table. That signified a, “ get back to work! “ and with it, it took away a joy that was growing in your chest. Back to the sheets of music theory, away from the piano that reached out and caressed your hand, begging you to “ stay, stay and play your heart’s song with me. “

Alas, the grade weighed heavier over your head as you begrudgingly rose from the piano chair and into the cushioned desk chair to spend the next few waking hours on Music Theory.

Those hours dragged on for longer and longer, until the analog clock above you burned with the digits, “ 02:47 ”. Still, your pencil slid answer after answer, marking after marking, upon your sheets of work.

Y/N hadn’t noticed from their focused state, but a knock upon their window started up as a familiar face slipped in, mechanical clicks and whirrs as a flight device slipped right back into the purple tech-shell on his back.

“ Y/N? Pray tell, what is the reason you’re not asleep yet? “

He tapped away at the tablet adhered to his wrist, having been able to see that his beloved was still awake as was apparent from an alert their phone sent to him. Your sleep schedule was not a mystery to him, nor a secret. Donnie was well aware of your habits—as were you, whether you liked to be or not—and so the two of you had worked together to create a system that would alert him if you were awake at an unfavorable time.

And here you were, scribbling away at the deep hours of 02:48, so in the zone that your beloved’s voice hadn’t yet registered. This made him frown, reaching a hand onto your shoulder, opening his mouth to say, “ hey, Y/N? “

That was quickly interrupted by the panicked yelp you let out, staring wide-eyes as reality was setting back in.

“ Whuh—Donnie? No, what time is it? “

Grabbing the clock above them with desperation, their fingers clenched the hard plastic with tight lips.

“ Dang it, I need more time. I have to get this done! “

“ Y/N, relax, when is this due? “

“ In two days. “

Y/N’s tired eyes gazed up into Donnie’s worried ones, bags illuminated by the desk lamp that frankly couldn’t have been enough light to be safe for your fatigued, overworked eyes. His mouth twisted down into a pained frown, suspended somewhere between a want to be kind but also a need to be blunt.

Whatever he settled for was unbeknownst to you as he walked silently behind your chair. It was tugged back a bit, swaying you with so much of a push that you leaned forward and just kept falling. Thankfully your love had the most watchful of gazes focused on you, and he was quick to kneel forward and catch you into his arms.

“ Y/N, you are currently being relinquished of your academic duty on grounds of requiring the bodily need of, ‘ slumber ‘. “

“ … “

There was a protest in your mind, many rebuttals like, “ no, i need to get back to work. “ or “ i have to finish this before more work is assigned! “ but, your mouth stayed closed—lips much too lacking of energy to even consider moving. So, you settled for pressing against his plastron, swearing that you felt a shiver run through Donnie, but much too sleepy to think on it.

He watched your dozing frame with a frown, taking you over to your bed to be tucked in and sent off to the dreamworld. In his hands was held a small chip he found, and this visit was supposed to be where he showed you it, but alas, you seemed to have been too tuckered out to withstand anything more.

Donnie glanced over the work as Y/N turned in their bed, wrapping into their blankets subconsciously as the blissful rest set in.

“ Music theory, huh? “

Mused Donnie quietly, fingers flipped the pages and looking at all your notes, scribbles, & answers.

“ Try not to stay up so late again, Y/N, “

Though he was talking to you, he knew full and well that you were likely passed out by now and incapable of responding.

“ I may be able to, but I would never want that for you. “

There was a hesitation, then a nervous step forward, followed by a crouching by your bedside. As if on cue, you had turned over, snuggling against your pillow with a face of pure relaxation. He smiled, reaching a hand forward to stroke back your hair from your forehead. There was a tentative gaze, then a soft kiss, and lastly a whispered, “ good night ”.

Y/N’s window was closed quietly, leaving only them in the room to sleep.

Sweet dreams, darling.

———

Donatello had written that night off as nothing more than an anomaly—you had both been working hard before the school season to ensure you tended to your needs. He was sure that you would consider sleep, eating, drinking—healthy habits! So, when he saw more alerts appearing on his monitor, saying you were still awake, his first thought was that the system had to be flawed. Perhaps you had fallen to sleep and reawakened for a bathroom break! Yeah, surely that was it.

So, when the weekends came and you two would meet for usual hangouts // dates, he started having his suspicions.

How you would lean against him with eyes fluttering closed as if the lids were much too heavy.

Or when you two sat together that one time and your head lulled to and fro, as if your body had no energy to hold it up.

Or maybe even that day you guys worked together on a school assignment—which he insisted on, but you were unsure why— and he looked away for just a second and came back to the thud of you having quite literally fallen asleep at your desk.

No, but surely today was when his suspicions were set in stone.

You had come to the lab, requested by genius scientist Donatello himself. Date night would be held at his home today, and when you entered the room, the padding on the floor had been the first question on your mind before he quickly got your attention.

“ Now that you’re here, I can finally show you this chip I found a few weeks ago! “

“ You found, “

Y/N was interrupted by a yawn.

“ You, you found a cool chip? “

And they ended the sentence with yet another yawn. That did not go unnoticed by the purple-banded scientist in the room.

“ Yes, and would you like to take a gander at just what makes the chip so amazing? “

There was a grin on his face, but also an observant glint in his eye. That flew right over your head—presently, you were likely two seconds from your power button being clicked automatically. This week had been midterms week, and nothing could have prepared you for the kind of test you could get for simply playing an instrument! Music theory assignments were one thing, and applying it was a whole other thing.

Still, now was the time for you and Donnie, so the fatigue was quite literally being shook from your head.

“ Y/N? “

“ It’s fine, “

A yawn.

“ So, what is amazing about it? Can it talk? “

“ No, why would it—never mind, I revoke my offer for you to guess. This —— is an extre——- advanced A.I. micro—- made from s—--assembled, chain——— copolymers! How ——- is —— ? ”

“ What? “

For some reason, you weren’t fully catching what he was saying. Even his repeating the sentence—and added quips here and there—all just sounded like a whole other language. Not like a Donnie-saying-big-math-or-tech-words language, no, this was almost as if trying to hear someone speak but not having any audio processing functions in your brain.

In fact, even your vision seemed to be blurring. Each time you blinked, there was an almost addictive comfort in the split second of darkness. It had distracted you so much that you hadn’t heard Donnie shouting your name, and didn’t even notice how your body was rushing to the floor.

All you felt was….

Well…

Nothing.

The world had blacked out, but then came back immediately. Almost as if you had simply blinked and opened your eyes.

“ Where—? “

Y/N glanced around. They weren’t in the lab anymore? But they had only closed their eyes for a second, just a blink! What happened? Where were they?

“ Y/N! Thank god, “

Donnie breathed out, coming to you with a hand resting against your forehead.

“ You fainted, likely—if my tech is right, and hardly ever is it wrong—due to lack of sufficient rest. Your body shut down because you, “

A flick was made at your nose. A “ yowch! “ escaped as your hands quickly moved to hold your poor little nose.

“ —were not sleeping properly! Hell, with these results, I would go so far as to accuse you of not sleeping at all. Have you even eaten anything substantial? Y/N, you promised you would take care of yourself, and as of this moment, the evidence stands against you. You are found GUILTY of breaking a promise! Have you anything to say for yourself? “

Though his tone was nearly unchanging, you were sure he was unhappy with you. So, twiddling your thumbs, you sat in shameful silence and refused eye contact.

What could you say? You really were guilty of not sleeping! But, it wasn’t your fault. It was all because of school and their lack of care for anything but an A or 100. Your lips quivered as tears rolled down your cheek.

“ I’m sorry… “

“ Whuh—Wait, okay, I will admit that I might have been too harsh—“

“ No, no, you’re right.. I just, I’m so scared to get a bad grade, Donnie. I can’t help but to neglect sleep—there is hardly enough hours in a day to finish everything! I just… “

Silence blanketed you both.

It was only broken after an awkward amount of time passed and Donnie decided to give a heavy exhale that basically translated to “ time to do something that will juxtapose my bad-boy genius image. “

Donnie moved over to your side of the bed and held his head in his hands for a moment before letting out a drawn out sigh and hugging you.

“ Donnie? “

“ Don’t mention it. You are currently a patient in my medical hall, and my diagnosis says that your current prescription requirement is, ahem, ‘ comfort in the form of grounding physical contact. ‘“

“ So, you mean I need a hug? “

“ What did I just say? “

Y/N let out a little laugh, then hicced before melting into the hug as their crying worsened. “ i’m sorry ” poured from their mouth, pressing further into the hug as all their emotions seemed to shower down in this exact moment.

And Donnie held you all throughout it. He let—no, encouraged— you to just let it all out now.

He may not be able to change school for you, but he sure can lend you a hand.

#donnie x reader #Donatello x reader #Rise donnie x reader #Rise Donatello x reader #tmnt donnie x reader #tmnt Donatello x reader #tmnt x reader

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whoreforfluff · 1 year

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ADHD!reader x Thoma

I FREAKING LOVE THOMA🥹🥹🥰🥰🥰❤️❤️❤️

~hello so i had my pre-assessment consultation a few days ago and i might (?) have ADHD. so this is really just a safe space for me to feel better about everything that’s going on in my life.~

~also i didn’t know depression and anxiety comorbid with ADHD so if this feels really specific it’s because it comes from my heart…and my head~

• when you’re feeling overwhelmed and need assurance, Thoma would be there holding your head and telling you everything is alright and you’re doing a great job

• Thoma who tells you that he’ll keep you safe in his arms no matter how chaotic your mind or surroundings are

• if you start feeling uncomfortable you just need to give the slightest tug on Thoma’s sleeve, he will take you anywhere you want to go

• have assignments and homework piling up? Thoma already made a study schedule so you don’t procrastinate but also don’t overwhelm yourself

• Thoma making sure you are well fed and hydrated. man literally sets an alarm to make sure your dehydrated ass drinks that healthy 8 cups of water everyday. and the food he makes??? so freaking good

• notices your fidgeting and will offer you his hand so you don’t hurt yourself. soft…soft warm Thoma hands 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

• Thoma waking you up as gently as possible and makes sure you start off your day right with cuddles and kisses.

• Thoma making sure you sleep on time and get that good 8 hours of sleep every night. especially if you have trouble sleeping he will be by your side until you finally drift into dreamland

EVERYONE NEEDS A THOMA IN THEIR LIFE 🥺❤️

#genshin impact #thoma x reader #thoma #genshin thoma #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff #thoma fluff #adhd stuff #i love this man so much he makes me cry

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lorkai · 2 years

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Hello! I have a one-shot request if you don't mind, do feel free to ignore this if requests are closed but could you do one-shot about a GN mc who was betrayed by their "best friend" ? Or they found out they were fake and were using them.

It actually just happened to me and wanted some comfort,, that's all.

Thank you

Stay and eat well, and take your time

Bye!

✧*。 A/N: It's a really horrible situation when you're betrayed by a friend and I'm sorry for you, honey. I hope you make good friends in the future and that you can get through it all. I wanted to write this request when you sent it, but I got stuck in a scene and felt like some scenes got too, uh, superficial maybe??? Still I hope it comforts you somehow :)

✧*。Warnings: Angst, Hurt/comfort, I proofread but it's always possible that some spelling mistake goes unnoticed.

The absolute silence was only broken by the heavy sobs that escaped your throat, thick tears running down your eyes like a waterfall as you rocked back and forth, trying hard to forget everything that happened today. The treetops were tall and dense enough that moonlight was unable to penetrate the woods you took refuge in, and even if darkness began to surround you everywhere and you needed to use your D.D.D, you would rather remain in the dark with the strange animals than deal with your troubled feelings right now.

You really should start noticing the signs of a bad day. Your late alarm was just the first of the signs, followed by Beel eating all your breakfast and you forgetting your homework on the study table and having to listen to your teacher's lecture in front of the entire class. But there was a saying where you come from and it said, “If things are bad now, they might get worse later.”

Only you didn't expect them to get worse this way.

You prided yourself on knowing that you were a good friend to the people around you, you always listened and helped them, made them laugh with your awkward jokes or stories you heard and read. The thing was, when you make a friend, you put your hand on fire for them, your loyalty is immeasurable like that. But the loyalty of a certain demon cannot be said the same.

"MC is the most annoying person I've ever met. I just made friends with them to spend more time with the brothers." You could still hear that person's voice mocking you, saying how they used you for their own benefit without realizing that you were right behind them, swallowing the crying and the heartache. "And my god, when they started talking I got so bored!"

You hated to think about how someone you thought of as a best friend could do something like that. And even if it wasn't your fault, even if you had been a faithful friend to that person, you couldn't help but feel stupid remembering that you shared your most precious moments with them, that you told your secrets and jokes, that you stayed for hours. that you stayed for hours on the phone with her and that the two of you often had meetings to study together. It was humiliating, still, how she had the nerve to say everything she said in front of everyone and act like she hadn't said anything when she saw you. Today was one of the worst days of your life and you wanted the pain to go away soon.

Your D.D.D's display indicated that you were receiving another call from one of the brothers, but you didn't have the strength to press the button and answer. You just wanted to cry and scream until your vocal cords were hurting, and maybe punch some punching bags to get rid of the pent-up anger. Finally the call ended followed by a flurry of messages, but you let your head fall on your shoulder and closed your eyes, you didn't want to think about them now, your thoughts were being completely influenced by a silly anxiety that they too found your presence irritating and put up with you for the sake of the exchange program.

"Or like her, they put up with me because I'm related to Lilith and they're waiting for an opportunity to send me away?" You thought out loud. And that possibility brought new tears to your eyes, you absolutely didn't want that to be true and you struggled desperately with that lingering thought, rocking your body back and forth. "Do they really love me? Do they like the things I say?"

A hand suddenly grabbed your shoulder and you screamed, struggling to get away from whoever was holding your shoulder as quickly as possible. Punching and kicking everything within your reach as tears blurred your vision, golden and green reflections slipping in and out of focus.

"MC, calm down, it's me." Said Satan. His voice serving to keep you grounded and make you calm down slowly, ever wise he synchronized your breath with his as he held your hand and rubbed the skin with his thumb. Satan didn't ask unnecessary questions or scold you for staying out after curfew, choosing to pull you to his chest after you had calmed down. Concern apparent on his features. "It's not true... What you said is not true, we love you. You're family, Mc, never doubt that."

Family. You felt your heart do somersaults inside your chest as you rested your head on his chest, feeling mental fatigue wash over you. "You know what...?"

“Yes, we know. A succubus told Asmo about what had happened." Satan said sweetly, trying to spare you from telling what had happened. His hand rubbed your back awkwardly as if to help ease what you were feeling. "It's hard to forget the pain or overcome it, but unfortunately it is from it that we have to learn sometimes.” He seemed to think a lot about what and how to say it, but the sincere eyes and the hand on your shoulder told you exactly what he wanted to say. Move on, be strong.

"Actually easier said than done. Mainly because I see her there every day." You replied, wondering how things would be in the future, if the demons would treat you differently because of what happened and if she would have the courage to ask for your forgiveness or to pretend that nothing happened, or to dare to have the audacity to ask for a second chance when you both knew that second chance would never come. Trust is earned and not given to just anyone, she wouldn't deserve your friendship. "I don't want to see her anymore, Satan."

"And you don't have to." Another voice sounded in the woods, stiff, more powerful. It was Lucifer and his eyes looked like they wanted to set fire to everything they were able to see except you and his brother. He licked his lips as if trying to gather his thoughts and exchanged a look with Satan that you weren't able to understand. "Her entire curriculum was changed so that you don't have the same classes, and Diavolo and I had a word with her about the wrong attitudes she had. And that won't happen again, one of my brothers always will be there if you need us." Lucifer's hand landed on your head like he always did when congratulating you after passing every subject or conquering something you really wanted and you smiled.

The feeling of betrayal flew away. Not forgotten, never forgotten, but you allowed yourself to navigate the warm feel of Satan's embrace and Lucifer's kind eyes, allowed yourself to think less about her and more about the people who were still by your side. You chuckled at the thought you had earlier, they wouldn't betray you and you were sure of it.

"OIIII MC!" Mammon screamed in the distance. "THE GREAT MAMMON HAS COME TO TAKE YOU HOME. EVERYONE IS WAITING!"

You immediately noticed how the birds began to fly, irate, at the noise the avatar of greed was making. He continued screaming but this time in terror. Some of the birds flew over him to make him shut up and squirrels left their tree houses to throw fruit on his head, it was a common scene you saw in cartoons and that brought a big smile to your face. Only in Devildom would such a thing happen and it was hilarious to see him dodge the fruits and birds while running for his life, you tried to call out to him in laughter but Mammon had already run away.

Lucifer contained a smile on his face as he texted his younger brother and held your other hand shyly. And he winked at you as you looked at him in surprise at his sudden display of affection, but you concluded he was trying to make you feel comfortable in his own way. Lucifer was not eloquent with words like Satan neither as truthful as Mammon, but he had his own charm in comforting the people he loved.

"Let's go home, boys." You smiled, wiping the last tears from your eyes and breathing in the fresh forest air once more. Meanwhile, Satan made sure to pick up your backpack and make sure nothing was missing as you started down the path to the House of Lamentations. "Can we have a movie night and have ice cream tonight?"

"Whatever you want, MC." Lucifer assured.

But you already had everything you wanted. A family that loved you, good friends and you wouldn't trade any of that, ever. On the way home you stopped to buy lots of ice cream and Satan entertained you with funny tales from the book he was reading recently or comments about the weather or whatever you were going to do once you got home. Lucifer made a comment or two, but spent most of his time texting his brothers.

"MC, my dear, I've prepared a warm bath for you." Asmo's sweet voice rang out and he kissed your cheeks as soon as you entered, looking at you with more care and affection than was natural to him. Behind him came Belphie carrying his cow pillow and a stuffed sheep, your stuffed sheep that he'd probably been hugging during your absence - he always did that. He said it helped when he missed you and with a smile he handed you his plushie back. "Welcome back Mc. Do you want some tea?"

You declined with a polite nod. It was frozen outside and you only seemed to feel it now that the sadness had been consumed by the heat of your feelings, instead you let yourself be dragged into Asmo's room and guided into his huge bathroom. The sight never ceased to amaze you no matter how many times you were there when you applied makeup in front of the mirror or he let you shower there. Pillars snaked up the high ceiling and circled an enormous bathtub, bigger than the one in Levi's room. You thought of it as a swimming pool even though one would be unable to drown in it. The scent of bath salts, perfumes and creams perfumed the air around you. It almost gave you a headache.

"Honeyboo, look at me for a moment?" Asmo asked tenderly and you did as requested. "You probably know this, but I want you to be sure. That wasn't your fault. She didn't deserve you, my angel, so don't blame yourself. It's hard to get through something like this alone, so I'd be here for when things got unbearable, ok? Everything's gonna be fine, love."

After that he left you alone with your thoughts and the hot water. It was refreshing and you just thought about how you felt like a phoenix, breaking free from invisible chains to become better and wiser. You let the water wash everything bad down the drain and put on the most comfortable clothes you had, looking in the mirror to see that your eyes were more natural and happy. After that, feeling happier because of the support of your favorite demons, you walked into the living room watching how Levi and Mammon were choosing movies, sometimes fighting over control when one wanted to read the movie synopsis and the other wanted to keep searching. Taking advantage of their distraction you tiptoed over to them and wrapped your arms around their shoulders, causing Mammon to jump high in fright and Levi to freeze.

"M-M-MC?" Levi was quick to hug your waist and bury his face in your stomach. He was mumbling something about normies and how traitors should pay dearly, but you got nothing else. Levi was like a kitten who wouldn't let go of your leg no matter how many times you tried to get rid of his paws, so you resigned yourself to massaging his scalp and sighing at the smell of bread rising from the oven that filled the house. "MC, you're going to sit next to me during the movie, right? Best friends are always by your side after al-"

When he recovered Mammon pushed Levi away and hugged you tight as if afraid of losing you. You knew that of all the brothers it was Mammon who understood you the most, and even though he was blushing, he didn't back down like every other time. "MC will sit with The Great Mammon, I'm their first. I promise you none of this will ever happen again as long as I'm on your side, Mc."

"Thanks, you two. Couldn't ask for better friends." You smiled, caressing each of their cheeks. Your heart was out of step with the events of that day, but even so, things were fine now and as long as you had your seven demons dear by your side, everything would be fine. After all, you loved Mammon's shenanigans, playing with Levi all night, gossiping with Asmo, cuddling with Lucifer, reading with Satan, working out with Beel and watching the stars with Belphie. You didn't know how you could think they would betray you but looking at them there proved to you that they would never be capable of something like this, and neither would you. You were loyal to your friendships and always would be.

The brothers came running into the living room once the movie had started. You sat between Levi and Mammon as promised earlier, and even though there were other seats available, Beel sat at your feet and rested his head on your ankles, as well as offering you bread and candy throughout the movie. Some more than others comforted you in their own way, demonstrating that they loved you above all and that they would be there whenever you need them. And that feeling of belonging could make you cry, that is, if you still had a few tears left to cry. It was special and you held your chest as if to keep that feeling from fading.

"I love you all, thanks for everything."

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thescrawnybea · 2 years

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𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤: 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫!𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫!𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

You woke up to the sound of your alarm going off. Monday, already. You thought. You got up from your bed to get ready for school. Luckily you didn't have anything going on with cheer today so you didn't have to wear your uniform and could pick your outfit for today. Even when you did have cheer events you would change your clothes, if it was in the morning, after you would get changed. If it was in the afternoon, you would change into your uniform before. Just so you could be comfortable.

When you went downstairs you poured a bowl of cereal before getting in Jasons car. Every morning on your way to school you stopped to pick up Chrissy. Somedays you are early to school meaning you have to wait in the parking lot. Unfortunately today was one of those days. It's not that you hated waiting in the parking lot. It gave you time to do your homework, study quickly study for a test, ect. However most days you already had that done, so it was just you listening to Jason and Chrissy talk. Sometimes it felt like Jason did this on purpose just to have more time with Chrissy.

Luckily, right when you were starting to get bored you saw a familiar face. There he was again, Mike Wheeler. He always seemed to be around at the perfect time. Whenever you were waiting or bored. He got off his bike and walked over to a tree. He waved you over. You looked at Jason, him and Chrissy were talking. You ran over to Mike, "Hey, Wheeler!" You said with a smile. "Well hello, Carver." he replied. "Did you enjoy your basic burger?" You both laughed. "Why yes I did." you said.

After a few minutes the doors finally opened. A few kids who were waiting by the doors walked in first, then you saw Chrissy and Jason walk in. You waited a few seconds, then walked in with Mike. "So Wheeler, whats your first class?" You asked. You always knew who he was, or at least knew he existed. You just never paid attention to what classes he was in. "Math, what about you?" The two of you walked side by side in the hallway. "I have history." You arrived at your lockers which happened to be right next to each other. oh wow what a coincidence. You just realized how much you ignored him, you weren't sure why. Was it because of Jason? Were you worried he would mess up your reputation? Did you actually believe all this "DnD is connected to the devil" crap? He closed his locker and began to walk away, "See you later, Carver!" He shouted as he disappeared into the swarm of students.

"Yeah Wheeler, see you later" You said as a smile spread across your face.

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Sorry if this was kind of short! I wanted to post it earlier, because I decided chapter four is going to be much longer and take more time. While I'm writing that I will be updating my masterlist so there are other things to read!

#mike wheeler x reader #reader insert #stranger things

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ronancexists · 8 months

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Here's my submission for Day 2 of Ronancetober. Warning, there is the mention of blood and drinking blood and slight mention of men being assholes. If that's triggering, then I suggest you don't read this one. If it's not, I hope you enjoy!

Day 2: Monstrous

Nancy looked around nervously, tightening her grip on her purse so much that her knuckles started turning white. She licked her suddenly dry lips, picking up her pace as she was unable to shake the feeling of unease. She ignored the wolf whistles and catcalls thrown her way, simply wanting this nightmare of a day to be over.

To start the day off, she had forgotten to reset her alarm the night before, meaning she was running thirty minutes behind schedule this morning. She then had the humiliating experience of entering the classroom after the lecture had already begun, earning the disgruntled stares, giggles, and whispers of her fellow peers. Her teacher then decided that she was to present her project first since she had thought she was better than everyone else in the class because she showed up late.

She reluctantly did so, ignoring the patronizing looks shot her way as her teacher observed with no visible signs as to whether or not he was impressed by her project or not. She then had a test in her next class that she had no time to study for. Nancy had tried, but Mike and his rowdy friends had made it nearly impossible to concentrate on her notecards. She complained to her mother and father, but nothing came of it.

Ted didn't do anything about it, simply grunting in agreement that the group in their basement was being loud. Karen had tried to tell them to keep it down, but all that earned her was a shouting match with Mike which ended with both parties mad at the other, causing Karen to give up on scolding her son and Mike to become even louder just to annoy them. And it worked, for Nancy simply scowled at her parents and stormed up the steps, slamming her bedroom door shut and locking it so she wouldn't be disturbed by anyone else.

When it came to lunch, Nancy made a face of disgust when she realized she had forgotten to grab her already packed lunch from the fridge, meaning she would have to eat the rather unpleasant food provided by the high school cafeteria. She normally wasn't all that picky when it came to eating food, but the cafeteria food was on a different level. It looked and smelled like something a prison would serve. She ended up eating a small portion of the salad before ultimately giving up, tossing the entire tray into the garbage and heading to her next class fifteen minutes early.

Her day had only gotten progressively worse. Someone had spilled their water bottle when they were walking past her desk, ruining all the notes she had taken for her History class in the past two days. She had been bumped into in the hallway when she was switching her stuff out in her locker, causing everything to scatter all over the hallway floor. And to top it all off, she had forgotten the homework for her English class on her nightstand in her room, earning her an F on the assignment and bringing her total grade down to a C.

So yeah, Nancy wasn't in the best mood. And she certainly didn't want to deal with all these pigs that called themselves men. All she wanted to do was climb into bed and forget the horrible day she had been having.

Unfortunately, she had promised Jonathan she would come out to this bar that didn't give a shit about the fact that underage teens had fake ID’s and were getting blackout drunk. He had wanted to go to see his boyfriend, Steve, who had picked up a part-time job there over the summer after his parents decided he needed some “working class experience” before they decided to pay for him to go to college.

After being hit on the entire night by drunk, sleazy men, she had told Jonathan she was going to call it a night. He had wanted to give her a ride home to make sure she got home safe, but she insisted she would be fine walking home on her own. She had wished him and Steve a good night and told them she'd see them in school tomorrow before exiting the bar.

Suddenly, she was wishing she had taken Jonathan up on her offer. Not only did she feel uneasy with all the men ogling her and shouting sexual innuendos at her, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being stalked. The thing was, she couldn't see anyone following her. She reached into her purse, clutching the pepper spray Steve had given her when she turned eighteen, stating he wanted her to have a way to protect herself, just in case.

She shivered as a breeze washed over her, clutching the pepper spray in her hand tightly as she traveled down a dim-lit alley. She had no other choice but to head this way because they had begun construction on the way she normally walked to get home, meaning the entire street was blocked off. Her eyes bounced back and forth, looking for any signs of anything unnatural.

She gasped when she was suddenly pressed against the brick wall, slender hands pinning her own against the wall, causing her to drop the spray.

“It'll be much less painful if you don't resist,” a husky voice rasped in her ear, causing goosebumps to appear along her entire body.

“Why are you doing this to me?!” Nancy demanded, stifling a groan when kisses were pressed along her jawline and down her throat, hot puffs of breath hitting her neck right at her pulse point.

“Oh Nancy,” the woman purred, nuzzling her face in the crook of Nancy's neck, inhaling deeply as if trying to memorize her scent. “I've been watching you for weeks. Waiting for you to be alone. Waiting so I could have you all to myself."

“What are you—”

Nancy was cut off abruptly as the woman bit down. She gasped at that, euphoria traveling throughout her entire body at the unusual sensation. She whimpered, tilting her head to the side, giving the vampire more room to work.

“That's my girl,” Robin whispered once she had pulled her mouth away, soothing Nancy by licking the open wound until there was nothing left but two little pinpricks.

“God Rob,” Nancy groaned, turning in the taller girl's arms and smashing their lips together.

Robin moaned in delight, eyes fluttering shut as her hands traveled down to Nancy’s waist, pulling the younger woman flush against herself. Tongue and teeth, in Robin's case fangs, crashing against one another in a rather heated exchange.

Nancy was the one to pull away, grinning up at her girlfriend as she reached up with her thumb to wipe away a smatter of blood at the corner of Robin's mouth. “That was quite the experience, love,” she said, tracing her now bloody thumb against Robin's lower lip.

Her eyes darkened in arousal as Robin took her thumb into her mouth, sucking it clean before lightly nipping at the finger in her mouth, showing off her gleaming white, razor sharp fangs.

“I was just doing what you wanted me to do,” Robin replied, grinning widely at Nancy's playful eye roll. She reached down to pick up the pepper spray Nancy had dropped in her surprise, tucking it back into her girlfriend's purse, zipping it shut afterwards.

“Whatever,” Nancy scoffed, squealing when Robin picked her up as if she was as light as a feather. Her legs automatically wound around the older woman’s waist, knowing that Robin would never drop her. As dangerous as the vampire was, she would never do anything to harm Nancy. Unless, of course, the blue-eyed woman asked for it, like she had tonight.

“Hey, I'm not the one who fantasized about being attacked by a monstrous being in the middle of the night in a darkened alley.”

“Maybe not, but you were certainly into it.”

“That's because I’m into you. I’d do anything for you. You’re my person, Nancy Wheeler.”

“I know,” Nancy whispered, playing with the baby hairs at the nape of Robin’s neck as she looked directly into her eyes. “You're my person too, Robin Buckley.”

Robin smiled at her, once again showing off her very pointy fangs. “Would you like me to take you home?”

Nancy smiled, leaning forward to press a long, loving kiss to her girlfriend’s lips. “I would love nothing more.”

“Hang on,” Robin instructed, shifting Nancy so the woman was clinging to her back rather than her front. “Ready?”

“When I'm with you? Always.”

“Then let’s go home.”

With that, Robin took off, nothing but a blur passing through the dark, tree-laden woods. Nancy laughed, loving the feeling rushing through her. She would never tire of this. The wind rushing through her hair, the wooden scent the trees gave off, the electricity sparking through her entire body as she was flush against Robin’s back. Nothing could compare to the feeling of being with her girlfriend. As a matter of fact, she doubted that anything ever would.

#ronancetober #ronancetober2023 #ronancetober 2023 #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #ronance #robin x nancy #nancy x robin #slight mentions of Jonathan and Steve being boyfriends #also some mentions of blood #and vampires #and blood sucking #and men being idiots #catcalling and whistling and stuff like that #and also mentions of men being drunk #alternate universe #vampire au

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