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fullofgutsndopamine · 12 days

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i’m half doomed (and you’re semi sweet)

tw: mention of fighting, flashback of fighting,hasan is kind of a dick, angst if you squint, unspecific fighting, mention of break up

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there’s loud giggling coming from deep in the house.

honestly you didn’t realize how much you missed it until just now, just realizing how lacking it was, how quiet the house was without hasan’s loud footsteps and constant bumping around.

“Aurora-“

you call gently, just as hasan rounds the corner, his hair a million different ways and a smirk pulling at his lips.

“Speak of the devil.”

you say lowly, hoping that the only person who heard it was hasan and not his twin that is two steps behind him, constantly colliding with the back of his legs.

“Mama,” she buries her face into your legs until you kneel down, moving the mop of curly hair out of her eyes when she speaks again. “Can Papa stay?”

it’s a question, not a demand.

“Oh,” hasan says quickly, panic evident in his eyes. this is definitely not something he was prepared for, “baby-“

“Baby,” you coo, the spoon resting on the oven, “We have an early morning tomorrow-“

“and-“ hasan’s knees crack as he kneels on the tile of the kitchen, his hands a claw as he tickles her belly, “someone has to get some good sleep because someone has a birthday tomorrow. I wonder who that could be-“

she giggles, her hands go into hasan’s hair as she gently pulls at it and he continues to tease her:

“who’s birthday is it tomorrow? Hm, I can not for the life of me remember-“

she giggles, climbs onto his knee and pulls at the corner of his eyes, pulls at the corner of his lips until he’s smiling:

“it’s mine, Papa!”

he gasps:

“it’s yours?!” he shakes his head, “absolutely not. you’re my baby you aren’t allowed to get older-“

you have to turn away. it’s too sweet, reminds you of when things were briefly okay-when hasan was home and didn’t have dark bags under his eyes, when he would actually come around and help-those long nights out when he came home reeking of cigarettes and in stained clothes, how your voice cracked as you begged to not be a single parent (or at least, what felt like one)

hasan’s eyes flash to yours as he stands, Aurora thrown over his shoulder. his voice drops as he leans in, and you try to ignore how you can feel his hot breath against your ear:

“i’ll leave soon. i’m sorry-“

suddenly meek and mild, not the hasan who made himself known, had no problem with that-

“Papa,” Aurora sticks her head out from behind his back, “Stay for supper? it’s just me and mama-“

his eyes snap to yours. his, wide with worry and like a deer in headlights, trying to not fuck up this co parent thing.

“Baby-“

“Mama,” Aurora pleads, “Please?”

her eyes are wide and sad and they suddenly look very much like hasan’s

“Well,” your eyes shoot to wilbur’s, “If Papa doesn’t have any plans-“

Aurora doesn’t hear that part. hears exclusively the yes that she got and squeals as hasan tries to steady her on his shoulder.

“hope you weren’t busy.” you smirk. you’re teasing, obviously, as you stir the pasta on the stove.

“Go wash your hands, babe.” hasan says gently, sets her on the floor and watches as she runs towards the restroom, still squeaking.

“Nah.” He shrugs, leaning over the stove now, finally answering. “i had a frozen pizza with my name on it but honestly-“

his hand dips into the pan on the stove, where there’s some sauce the chicken lays in. his finger connects, drags through it and brings it to his mouth with a happy sigh before you can smack his hand away:

“no, no.” he finally says, wipes his finger on his worn jeans, “this was much better, anyways.”

“what, freezer burned pizza doesn’t cut it these days?” you tease back against your better judgment, “you’ve changed.”

He laughs and the side of his eyes crinkle and the bags under his eyes are more evident and you try to shake it off before you can over think it.

“Look-“

Aurora comes back into the kitchen, all but stomping as she gets to the table:

“Mama,” She pulls her chair back, “Papa can sit next to me. I’ll get him a plate!”

You turn the flame off the stove and reach over, grabbing a plate and handing it off to Aurora, who tangled her hand into her father’s and drags him to the table with his plate.

dinner isn’t even as uncomfortable as you imagined. you imagined him clearing his throat, desperately looking for something to say, or having to take an emergency phone call to try and make himself leave early-

instead, he listens contently to every word aurora says. gasps at the appropriate times when she tells stories, knows when to gently remind her to focus on trying to eat; he falls back into the routine you two had like no time had passed. it was comforting, in a way, but knew the familiar ache would come back when he left

instead, you ignore it for your daughter. try to push it down and make it a problem for tonight-already knowing sleep won’t be on the agenda anyways, so this is something you can overthink again and again until your forced to pace in your kitchen by the light of the stove-

“I mean,” hasan clears his throat, “it depends on what your mama thinks-“

“Hm?”

you try to not make it obvious you weren’t listening, lost in your own thoughts.

“I said,” Aurora huffs, “Papa should stay and read me a bedtime story! for my birthday, mama!”

hasan looks sad in his seat. like it hit him that he’s doomed to a lifetime of day before or day after, always belated birthdays with his daughter, always an excuse or a reason-

“babe-“

you can tell by the way hasan speaks he’s setting it up to gently let her down, to try and slowly pull the dagger out of her back

“that sounds like a good idea to me,” you stay instead, “I think you have a new book Papa would like too-“

hasan’s head snaps up so quick at your voice you’re briefly afraid he’s going to break his own neck.

“M-me?”

his finger is hard against his own chest, his voice borders on shock or disgusted, you aren’t sure which one yet-

“Put your plate in the sink, Rory.” you say gently instead, “And then you can show papa your book.”

she squeals as she hops off the chair, drops the plate and goes back to hasan, where her fingers tangled into his and she pulls him away.

enough time has passed and the house is quiet enough you can hear the sinks steady stream of water fall from the faucet, a leak you can never remember to fix, that you finally figure you should check to see why it’s so quiet.

your hands play with the bottom of the old shirt you wear, suddenly aware of the old clothing and how dirty and stained it is-how for a while, hasan would be dressed up when he got home, when things were briefly okay-white button ups untucked out of jeans after a long shift, the buttons undone on the sleeve and how they were crookedly shoved up to his elbows-

a deep breath, insisting the worst-a toddler meltdown, hasan frustrated and near tears or him just gone, somehow escaped through the front door as you devoured the silence of a dinner you haven’t had in years

instead as you nudgethe bright yellow door open, you find hasan-

the bed is far too small for him; his feet dangle off the edge of them and you know his neck and back are going to hurt the next day now-but instead of a meltdown he lays on his back in the too small bed and on his chest, a little head curled under his chin with the blanket drawn up to her own neck, eyes closed and fast asleep but hasan still gently flips through the book, his voice low and steady as he reads gently in her ear-

“you’ve always had some special talent for being able to put her right to sleep.”

he laughs, closes the book and sets it on the nightstand where a picture of the three of them at a pumpkin patch years ago lays-Aurora on your hip, hasan’s face pressed against yours and silly smiles on your faces, cheeks pink from the wind blowing-

“i’ve always said i was boring,” he sighs, ruffles Aurora’s hair gently, “Guess that confirms it.”

“come on,” you roll your eyes, “I have coffee for the road for you. Just how you like it.”

he hesitates for a second. a careful kiss to the crown of auroras head, before he starts the gentle dance of untangling himself from her. limbs appears slowly; an arm, a leg, a torso-Aurora never stirs; a heavy sleeper like her father as he ducks out of the room.

in the kitchen you carefully pour black coffee into a to go cup, making sure the temperature is right before putting half a packet of splenda (the yellow package only, the one you keep far in the back of the cabinet for him, for these rare visits, in hopes he’ll come back) before securing the lid and handing it over.

hasan takes a sip, savors it as he groans and closes his eyes, really enjoying every sip.

“I needed that, princess,” he sighs, “thank you.”

princess hangs in the air and you try to not let it overpower you. try to not let him see the pink that climbs up your face with the old familiar name

i miss you, you think. the bed is too big without you. instead it comes out; “Any plans for the night?”

he takes another long sip of coffee before answering: “nah.” and he leaves it at that.

you snort, “i have a pack of 25 multi colored balloons that need to be blown up if you’re bored.”

you’re teasing. it’s obvious, at least you think. previous birthdays where hasan would be poured over the scratched up table in the front room, slowly, carefully, blowing up balloons until he collapsed back in the seat always insists this is the last year he would be doing this. you tried to bite back the sting when you think that time actually was the last time.

“Yeah,” hasan nods, locks his lips: “sure, i’ll do those real quick-“

“hasan,” you scoff, “you don’t have to-“

he throws back the last of the coffee, shakes his head: “it’s the least i can do. always your least favorite part. i’ll be quick, and then i’ll leave, i promise.”

out of habit when he says promise your pinky goes in the air and as if he’s never left, hasn’t stopped doing it, his pinky immediately wraps around yours, shakes once, falls

“where the usually are, yeah?”

hasan asks but doesn’t give you time to answer before he digs through the drawer, comes out with his victory, the small plastic bag of balloons.

hasan sits on the couch, gently blows them up, acts like he doesn’t hate it as you carefully unfold the banner of letters that read out happy birthday in various pastel colors as you struggle you hang it over the picture window.

“why don’t you let me do this?”

you feel hasan’s hand on the small of your back before you can even register his voice.

“remember,” he said gently, his voice low like he’s afraid he’s overdoing it, “before-you’d wrap the presents and i’d hang the banner-“

“because i could never reach the top-“

you both finish at the same time.

your hand is still in the air as you turn to face him: “and you always insisted on playing the beatles version of happy birthday as we did it. again and again-“

“i know,” he smiles, “and you’d always swear you couldn’t sleep the next three nights because it was stuck in your head.”

“that’s right.” you’re finally laughing, leaving out how you haven’t listened to that song in years now, “again and again-“

gently, he grabs the side of the banner out of your hands and has a hand on your hip as he gently supervisors you walking off the ladder before he takes your spot.

when he turns around you’re back and he knows from the old box in your hands immediately what’s next:

“the usual place?” he says gently, instead of the old comments he’d usually spit out; ‘again?’ or ‘this is so fucking stupid. she doesn’t want these pictures out’

you pass him the first photo, the frame half broken and super glued back together,permanent fingerprint stains on it that you can’t get out no matter how long you scrub or soak it-

“she was so fucking tiny.”

if you didn’t doubt yourself, you’d think hasan’s voice cracked, bordered on a whimper as his fingers danced over the silhouette of her in the frame. the day you brought her back from the hospital; hasan’s clothes are wrinkled and the bags under his eyes are big, even though his eyes are downcast and he’s looking at the tiny pink bundle of blankets in his hand with such a proud smile

“you were so afraid you were going to drop her,” you finally say as you set the final photo out, “i’m surprised i got you to take that picture.”

he carefully sets it on the table like he’s afraid it’ll break, but you realize it’s angled towards him as he sits back in the chair and brings a balloon to his mouth

“you can help me bake the cake,” you say gently as you sit on the armrest of what use to be his chair, “if you aren’t busy.”

your hand rests on his shoulder, plays with the tip of his collared shirt that’s wrinkled:

“might as well stay.” you try again. “p-please. Aurora”you shake your head, “aurora would be thrilled to see you.” you get out.

stay you think let’s get this right i can get this right

he nods slowly: “i’m here.”

and you recognize the weight in it, how you waited for this, as his hand drops into yours and follows you to the kitchen.

#caroline writes #hasanabi #hasanabi x reader #hasanabi x y/n #hasanabi x you #hasan #hasan piker x you #hasan piker fanfic #hasan piker fanfiction #hasan piker fic #hasan piker imagine #hasan piker x reader #hasan x reader #hasan piker #hasan piker ff #hasan piker x y/n

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hawkins-high86 · 1 year

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You worked at a food place inside the Star Court Mall. The job sucked but money was always the reward, so you stuck around. The costumers were almost always incredibly rude, but you did have your favorites. There was this one guy named Steve. You knew him from Highschool, he was stuck up and always worried about his status. He couldn't be alone, he always needed someone on his arm to brag to. Even though those things were really annoying about him, you couldn't help but develop a little crush on him, he was adorable, charming, funny, and really really cute. He came in at least three times a week for his lunch. The sailor uniform he walked in with was always funny, it took everything in you not to laugh when he came around that corner.

"Afternoon Steve." You leaned on the counter, waiting for him to order. "You know what I don't get?" He asked you, taking off his hat. "How this hair stopped landing me the ladies. It used to always work." He paused to stare at the hat in his hands. "I think it's the hat." He looked at it as if it were his arch nemesis. "I think you're trying too hard." You stared at him. He looked up at you confused. "How? I'm using the same stuff as before, used to work..." He trailed off.

"Yeah, well maybe some new material will work.

That, or stop trying to get the girls who would turn a blind eye to you the second something better comes along." You rolled your eyes playfully. "Yeah sure, I'll get right on that." He said sarcastically. "Your regular?" You asked him, starting to order. "Yeah." He mumbled annoyed, still looking at his hat as he got his wallet out.

You watched as he found his favorite seat and

sulked. You chuckled and went to find your manager. "I'm going on lunch." You took Steves order and stole a sandwich for yourself. "You've got 30 minutes." Your manager said, not looking at you.

You walked up to Steve and put down his food.

He looked up confused, usually you call out his name to come pick it up. "You look lonely. I think I'II start taking my lunch with you." You lightly flirted. "Oh, okay cool." Your flirt went right over his head as he starts pulling out his food.

The two of you start taking daily lunches with each other, Steve even started to bring you lunch from other places when you both were bored with the food where you work. This went on long enough you both knew what the other orders at all the food stores. There were times you and him tried new items from different places, most were gross which resulted in spitting up a lot of food and pure laughter at the other reactions to the flavors. You had such a fun time with him every day, this didn't help your little crush issue. It grew each week, the more you learned about him the bigger the crush swelled. The times you both ate at Scoops Ahoy, you noticed Robin looking your way with a smile, as if she knew something

"Alright Dingus, your break is over. You're up."

Robin forced Steve up. He looked at her annoyed but followed. "I'll see you later." He said to you then left. 'I'm just gonna ask, do you like Steve?" She asked you, taking some of what was left of Steve's fries. "What do you mean?"

You tried not to blush but that was nearly impossible. "You know what I mean. You've got a crush on him, don't you?" She smiled. " mean.." You tried to think of something to say but you came up short handed. ' knew it." She grinned bigger. "Fine." You gave up. "Has he asked you out?" She questioned. "No, in fact I'm not sure he knows how to flirt. Every time I flirt with him it just goes right over his head." You put your face in your hands. You couldn't believe you were confessing your crush to anyone, let alone his coworker. "I think he needs a gentle nudge, I can give him that, if you want." She looked at you seriously. "Why would you help me?" You asked, a little suspicious.

"Because he won't shut the hell up about finding a girlfriend and you're obviously the best candidate." She pointed at you up and down.

"What if he doesn't like me? Then he finds out I like him and then it's awkward and we'll never be the same? rounramorere-reeling vour nerves getting the best of you. "Hey, chances are, he likes you and just doesn't realize it. Give me about a week. Where did you get these fries?

They're delicious." Robins mouth was stuffed.

You glanced back at Steve who was scooping ice cream for a bunch of kids.

A week goes by, and Steve starts to act more and more fidgety. The last day of the week, you wait for him to turn that corner for your lunch, but he never did. This made your heart sink. It failed, he didn't like you back and now you've lost him forever... Depressed, you took your lunch and ate alone. All week you could tell he was acting weird; you should've known he wouldn't like you back. He cares more about hi image than who he's with.

You went home that night and fell onto your bed, you sighed and stared to the wall, thinking of nothing but regret. That's when you heard something hit your window. "The hell?" You stared at your closed curtains, waiting for it, the knock came two more times before you pulled the curtains open. Steve was standing in the yard with a handful of rocks. You open your window and put your head out. "Steve? What're you doing here?" You asked, the butterflies in your stomach came to life and fluttered around like no other. "Come down here please." He was trying to be quiet, not wanting to be caught by your parents. You shut the window, hurried to change into something cuter, then rushed down the stairs faster than you've ever managed before. "I'm going out. I won't be long!" You shouted over the loud TV and left through the front door.

"Hey.." Steve said breathless, as if he were the

"Hey..." Steve said breathless, as if he were the one who just ran a 5k to get to the front yard.

"Hey." You said in the same tone. "Uh so I'm just gonna get straight to it, Robin told me what you two talked about last week." He had his hands behind his back, looking very nervous. "Oh, she did?" You asked, hoping this wasn't the end of your friendship with him. "Look, Steve. I didn't mean to make things uncomfortable between us, I understand if you want to take some time apart, but I would really like if we stayed friends." You were fiddling with your fingernails, not daring to look at him at all. Rejection straight to the face would be too hard for you right now.

"Will you go on a date with me?" Your head shot up at his question. He pulled his arm from behind him to reveal a dozen roses. "I'm sorry for not showing up to our lunch today, Robin was helping me rehearse how to ask you out. I like you a lot and she helped me realize that. I usually don't realize these things until it's too late." He sheepishly handed you the flowers and refused to look at your face. "So, when is good for you?" He asked, still unable to look in your direction. You tried to ground yourself, trying to silence all the screams in your head. "I'm free right now." You told him. He finally looked at you, grinning like a kid on Christmas. "Shall we?" He offered his hand to you.

#caroline talks #hawkins high86 #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #caroline writes

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buddyhollyscurls · 24 days

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Trying to sleep and was looking at books and that eventually led me to think of Pride and Prejudice and yk what moment we need to appreciate more?

That scene where Caroline is doing her pick me shit and joking with Darcy about Elizabeth's pretty eyes and she's like when you guys get your marriage portrait done do you think any painter could do her eyes justice?

And our boy Fitzy doesn't even HESITATE he's like I think a painter would do a great job at getting her eyelashes and the way they look in the sunlight and it's just like

MY GUY HAD U ALREADY BEEN THINKING ABOUT THAT??? U HAD THE ANSWER LOCKED AND LOADED WERE U ON YE OLDE GOOGLE LOOKING UP WEDDING PORTRAIT ARTISTS NEAR ME??? DID U HAVE A REGENCY ERA PINTERST BOARD OF UR DREAM WEDDING TO LIZZY ALREADY MADE UP????

#its even funnier bc this is the stage where hes like i don't LOVE Elizabeth Bennet i just think she's attractive #meanwhile he has wedding planner and caterer contacts scribbled and kept on a piece of paper in his pocket #he also writes mr. Elizabeth Bennet in his journal a thousand times before bed #pride and prejudice #caroline bingley #fitzwilliam darcy #elizabeth bennet #jane austen

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thoughtkick · 1 year

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The soul usually knows what to do to heal itself. The challenge is to silence the mind.

Caroline Myss

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petruchio · 9 months

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the barbie movie pointing out the hypocrisies and impossibilities of existing under the patriarchy by imagining what life under a matriarchal society would look like… the barbie movie using the images and metaphors of them being dolls to highlight the way society rewards the external performance of perfection under patriarchal standards rather than rewarding any kind of internal complexity… the doll “becoming real” as a metaphor for self-actualization which requires no permission other than the desire within oneself to do so but which can only be truly accomplished when these standards of perfection and thus the performances thereof are understood and acknowledged for the contradictions they contain… well it’s brilliant. i mean what else can i say

#need to write more abojt this film. but Twas. brill #caroline speaks #Barbie #need to write an essay or something. there was just too much going on!!!!!#i need to watch it 10 more times and unpack

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perfectfeelings · 23 hours

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The soul usually knows what to do to heal itself. The challenge is to silence the mind.

Caroline Myss

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quotefeeling · 2 months

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The soul usually knows what to do to heal itself. The challenge is to silence the mind.

Caroline Myss

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fandoms--fluff · 6 months

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Hello, can I ask for yn being Caroline's youngest sister and Katherine is interested in her, but the gang is preventing her bc she's danger, but she doesn't give one fcks and starts talking to yn while Caroline eyes them, Katherine is flirting with her but yn is completely oblivious

It's Cute

Flufftober, October 23rd

Warnings: none

A/n: Okay, so this fic kind of went off track of the complete ask because I hadn't second-read the ask until after, so I hope it's not too disappointing.

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Caroline pulls you into the kitchen. "Hey!" You exclaim to your big sister.

"What do you think you're doing?" Caroline asks you, eyebrows raised. "You have to be more specific" You cross your arms.

You know exactly what she's talking about, but the mind also drags this on, seeing how long it takes till she cracks or rainbows come shooting out of her. It's been a wonder in your mind for years. Like seriously, how can she be so cheery all the time. especially during school. School is literal hell.

"The fact that you were basically having eye sex with Katherine. Katherine of all people!" Caroline exclaims in a whisper yell. "Would it be better if it was Damon?" You smirk.

She gives her the look, and you drop the smirk right away. "Just stay in your room until everyone leaves" Caroline sighs.

"Fine, Mom" you roll your eyes before passing everyone in the living room and go up the stairs to your bedroom.

You lay down on your back on your bed, arms crossed. "Oh yeah, just ground the girl because she has a tiny crush. Not like anything's gonna happen" You mumble-grumble to yourself.

"Only if you think like that" Katherine walks into your room and closes the door.

"How the hell did Care not kick your ass for coming up the stairs?" You sit up. "Who says she knows?" Katherine smirks.

She walks over to the bed and sits beside you. "Wait, why are you here exactly" Your eyebrows furrow.

"You're too oblivious for your own kind. It's cute" Katherine shakes her head. "What do you mea-" Before you can finish, Katherine cuts you off with a kiss.

You pull away, "Was not expecting that"

"Well, it's not going to be the last time" Katherine kisses you again. She quickly vamps into your closet. Before you can ask her what's going on, your door opens.

"You okay?" Jeremy asks you. "Oh, nothing, just Caroline being a pain in my ass," You tell your best friend.

"Katherine's in here, isn't she?" He says. "Shut up."

He just chuckles before retreating back downstairs.

#katherine pierce #katherine pierce x reader #katherine pierce x female reader #katherine pierce x forbes reader #katherine pierce x fem reader #katerina petrova #caroline forbes #caroline forbes little sister reader #forbes little sister reader #forbes reader #forbes sister reader #caroline forbes x reader #cute #fluff #imagines #thevampirediaries #fanfic #writing

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ghostmaldo · 2 months

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ꨄStardew Valley Headcannons: Artist farmer leaves a sketch for their love interest to find ꨄ

This took me so long to write, I’ll cry if this flops, but its fine ;-;

I might draw out the poses honestly… gives me something to do hehe Xp

No warnings, fluff, comfort, GN!Reader

Ask box: Open 💙

~Maldo

ᡣ𐭩 Penny ᡣ𐭩: Ooooh this sweet child, I just want to take her away from all of her troubles-

~It’s been a long day for Penny. She’s been spending most of the day tutoring Vincent and Jas, taking them out into the wilderness and to the library. Standing outside for a moment while the rain pelted the library rooftops. Of course, eagerly chatting with farmer while they ran around town doing their usual chores.

~ Between all that of course she’d have a altercation with her mother. Nothing she can’t handle but that dosen’t mean it dosen’t hurt any less. So, she practically dragged her feet back to her camper (RV? Whatever that thing is called).

~She reaches out for the handle of the door, then she stops. What this…?Her eyes blowing open slightly as she sees a neat envelope sticking out of the crack in the door. She see’s her name written in a sparkly gel pen as she retrieves from the door. Her heart starts to beat a bit harder in chest…

~She carefully opens the envelope. The scent of a sweet smelling perfume pulls at her heart strings further. Someone must have put a lot of thought into this little gift…for her…?

~Unfolding the paper from inside, she takes in a sharp breath. It’s a portrait drawing, of her sitting in fields. It’s gorgeous… It looks exactly like her… Penny marvels at each pencil stroke. Even the little smudges at the ends of the paper catch her eye. She almost feels like crying. And a single tear does fall when she sees the signature at the bottom.

From: (Farmer)

~The farmer, as if one Que, appears behind her. “Oh you found it! I was worried it might-“

~She can’t hold herself back from throwing her arms around the farmer and hugging them tight. The farmer returning the embrace happily. Penny didn’t know how the farmer knew, but she needed to see this after the kind of day shes had.

~She frames the drawing and keeps it in a special place her mother can’t find. Often looking at it when she needs a pick me up and instantly she feels a little better about life.

ᡣ𐭩Shane ᡣ𐭩 Disclaimer: Due to my own personal experiences/triggers I’ve been warned by my friends I shouldn’t play his route and I’ve only really picked up things here and there so it may not be perfect, but I still want to include him as he is still very deserving of affection. That being said, this is where farmer and Shane have a few hearts between each other and he dosen’t hate them entirely ^^

~Another late night walking back alone to his Aunt’s house from the saloon. His head is swimming with all the beer in his veins, swaying from side to side on his feet as he walks. Eventually arriving to his doorstep, through his blurry visions. He makes out his name on the front of his door. “Shaaane… thats my name.”

~His a bit confused at first. Reaching out to touch the letters of his name written in the sparkling gel ink. That’s when realized his name is written on an envelope of some kind. The confusion on his face only deepens. What kind of joke was this? He certainly wasn’t laughing.

~He grumbled as he fumbled with opening the letter. Revealing the picture of himself with his chicken Charlie… He blinks… and blinks again… He stares at the picture for a long time. His drunken mind unable to process what his looking at. At the bottom of the page he reads:

“From (Farmer)”

~He feels a tightness form in his chest. He almost wants to be angry the farmer left this for him to find… Yet… he thumbs over the thin strides of ink forming his face.

~After several minutes of just standing there holding the drawing, he carefully tucks the drawing into his coat pocket. Wondering inside and briefly forgetting about it as he throws himself into bed to sleep off the hangover. The farmer somehow finding themselves into his dreams.

~He won’t bring up the drawing for a few days I think. Not exactly knowing what to say. It isn’t until he sees the farmer one random afternoon buying supplies from Marnie that he catches them before they leave.

“Uhh, thanks for this.” He takes the folded piece of paper out from his pocket, unable to look the farmer in their eyes. “It’s nice…”

ᡣ𐭩Maru ᡣ𐭩

She’s having her afternoon sit near the saloon. Enjoying the warm air and peaceful chirping of the birds near by. Penny usually does by to sit with her sometimes, but she’s pleasantly surprised to find the farmer waving at them. A brand new battery pack in their hand, instantly she perks up, wondering if perhaps…

~ It is! She’s overjoyed to receive another battery pack from the farmer. Maru already knows the exactly project she’ll use it for. She waves the farmer good bye as they have other things to do.

~Once they’ve gone. Something feels different… about this battery pack. Sitting back down and inspecting the object more closely. She noticed theres something attached to the battery. An envelope with her name written on it. “Hmmm?”

~Cursorily, she thumbed the letter open. Using the upmost of care to unravel the drawing inside. Her eyes went wide with surprise. A drawing of her at the clinic writing something on a clipboard. It was so… life like. Just by looking it over, Maru could tell it was done with care. She smiled fondly. A loud, she read: “From, (Farmer)

~Quickly, she hurried after the farmer, hoping they hadn’t gotten to far. Seeing them about to head back to their farm, she blitzed it. Hugging them from behind as she reached them. “Thank you farmer! This is the best!”

~Another one to frame it and place it somewhere special. Considers it one of her most prized possessions.

ᡣ𐭩Sebastian ᡣ𐭩

~Lizard blinking at 10am in the morning. Sebastian reaches to turn the alarm off on his phone. He groans and grumbles for a few minutes before deciding to sit up and move over to his computer. He placed his fingers on his keyboard, the abruptly stopped when he felt a strange sensation on the pads of his fingers.

~Tilting his head, he spotted… an envelope His name written in a neat sparkly cursive. Ugh… he hoped this wasn’t a joke from his mother. He carelessly ripped the envelope open, though he was careful with the contents inside. Unfolding the paper, his eyes landed on a drawing of him… one of him working on his motorcycle. One of the corners of the page reading: From (Farmer)

~Sebastian.exe has stopped working-

~He takes a slow deep breath in, heart beating wildly inside his chest. He found the gesture to be so… sweet. Sebastian admires the piece for a long while before he can focus on anything. He places it somewhere safe but where he can still admire it within his working space. It’s all he can think about for the entire days (And probably for several days after)

~In the evening time, he purposely places himself near the mines so he can show his appreciation to the farmer. He waves them over as soon as he sees them. He becomes a little shy rubbing the back of his neck nervously, but he does want to say something. “Hey, I found the drawing on my desk… Thank you… That was very kind of you…” Will hesitate to go in for a hug but if farmer meets them halfway he will gladly embrace them.

ᡣ𐭩Leahᡣ𐭩 Disclaimer#2: I haven’t tried to romance Leah yet and I know the very baseline of her personality so I apologize (again) if this one isn’t perfect but also still wanted to include her.

~Leah’s been inside her small home for most of the afternoon working on her latest project. Deciding to take a stroll through town to take a small break and stretch her limbs out. She opens her door and catches the glimpse of something fluttering downward and landing on her door mat. An envelope? What could this be?

~ Inspecting the object, she traces her finger over her name. Some of the glitter from the Gel pen rubbing off. She can’t hide the smile that creeps onto her face. She’s a bit giddy over receiving something so mysterious and thoughtful!

~She opens the letter and finds the portrait of herself inside. She’s smiling happily with her house in the background. Lead is amazed by the penmanship. Her eyes glaze over every detail, her heart swelling with emotion. At the bottom of the page is a signature: From (Farmer). She lets out a happy squeal and lightly presses the drawing to her chest.

~Quickly, she runs inside to find a frame for the piece. Placing it on a special place on her wall where she can easily admire it. Then she takes off into town as originally planned. Now with a new motive in mind.

~She’s happy to find the farmer running around town. Lead quickly catches them and pulls them into a warm hug. “Farmer! I didn’t know you could draw! I love the gift you left for me! We should have drawing sessions together!” She’s just so happy and excited to have someone to relate too and the gesture was so sweet to her.

ᡣ𐭩Sam(son) ᡣ𐭩

~Okay, okay, so his already well into his morning routine before he notices anything. He comes back into his room to retrieve his skateboard when he then notices something tapped to it. An envelope with his name written on it. He eyes cursorily as he picks it up. Honestly having no idea what the letter could possibly be about.

~Opening it up, he find the drawing of him on his skateboard. A really well done drawing of him on his skateboard. “Wow.” He grips both ends of the paper and takes a moment to admire it. Eventually finding the signature at the bottom corner of the page. From: (Farmer).

~He breaks out into a wide smile. He can feel the warmth of his own face and his heart swoons. He places the drawing on his dresser before taking off without his skateboard. He briefly pauses outside, having mean to have grabbed it. But his brain is spinning so much he just waves off the skateboard and takes off on foot to see if the farmer might be wondering around somewhere.

~And his right. He catches them coming out of the community center. He approaches them with a smile thats returned to him. “So, when did you have time to sneak into my room hm?” He teases lightly, and they share a laugh together. “Hey but really, that was really nice of you. You’re really talented!”

~Another one to become shy when he goes in for a hug but once he feels the farmer wrap their arms around him, his content.

~He’ll stick around a moment to catch up with farmer, inviting them to hangout with him and his friends sometime at the saloon. He gives them one last hug before letting them get back to their work. The whole walk home his smiling like his on top of the world.

~ Tapes up the drawing somewhere in his room, his mom asks him about one time and he blushed the whole time as he explained the farmer gave it to him. Mom finds it sweet and teases her son about it.

ᡣ𐭩 Haleyᡣ𐭩

~ Haley opens the door to her shared home and finds the farmer standing there, mud and all, trying to place the envelope of the frame of her door. They stare at each other for a moment before he nose scrunches up as she notices the mud caked around their boots. “What are you doing?” She asks a bit dryly before she notices her name inscribed on the letter.

~”Oh! Is that for me?” She plucks the letter from the farmers hand before they have anytime to explain themselves. They stand there awkwardly as she doesn’t hesitate to rip the letter open. Revealing the drawing of her with her camera. Her face turns into one of surprise, a little oh leave her lips. it’s a bit hard to tell at first if she likes the drawing…

~Then she smiles gleefully. Spinning around with the drawing still in her hands and hugging it to her chest (not so gently as Leah but the drawings fine ^^). She goes to hug the farmer but stops when they realize they’re still covered in mud. So, instead, she gently lays her hand on their shoulder, giving it a light squeeze.

~”You made me look so pretty! Thank you! If you maybe… clean up a little maybe you can join Emily and I for dinner?” The farmer happily agrees. At dinner time is when Haley hugs them properly now that their clean. Even going as far as to compliment the shampoo they used. “So much better now that all the mud is gone!” (It’s a compliment, I promise)

~At dinner time, the farmer can see Haley’s placed the drawing in a frame and has it in her living room where everyone can gaze upon her beauty capture by the farmer.

ᡣ𐭩 Harveyᡣ𐭩

~”Alright (Farmer), just take this medication as directed and make sure to stay hydrated okay? And try to be careful in those mines!” Harvey’s gives the farmer a friendly smile as they are discharged from their clinic. Linus having brought them him when he found them exhausted in mines some time during the day. He was glad to see they were alright and hoped they found some time to get some rest.

~As his going to finalize his paperwork and pass it on to Maru, he sees an envelope on top of his other paperwork… when did that get there? He read his name on the letter, lightly pulling it from his clip board. He rest up against the counter, pulling the drawing from inside. A drawing of him taking a stroll through the patchy area in town. It’s so lovely… it takes him a moment to realize it is him. “From… (Farmer)”

~His so touched by the kind gesture he just stand there for a long time. Maru has to come find him to notify him he has Marnie waiting for him and he quickly has to tuck away the piece of paper in his coat. Clearing his throat and desperately trying to compose himself. “Sir your face is a little red are you okay?”

Stutters out a: “O-Oh yes! I-I’m fine just a little warm is all.”

~His a little distracted throughout the day and he can’t seem to stifle the rapid beating of his heart. His already thinking of something he can give to the farmer as appreciation… but he can’t seem to find anything he deems would speak his gratitude… Oh well maybe…!

~After locking up the clinic for the day, he catches the farmer out of the corner of his eye. He hollers for them and smiles brightly as they approach him. He lightly scolds them for not being in bed and resting, but quickly forgives them when they show him the bottle of water tucked away in their overalls (Or however farmer may carry this item ^^)

~”Oh and thank you for the uh… letter you left me. That was nice of you…” Is a blushing red mess and his nervously fiddling with his hands. “Um don’t worry about the bill this time. I’ll take care of it… just this one.” His startled when the farmer hugs him out of nowhere. The scent of the earth coming of their clothes makes his mind go a little blank., though deep down he enjoys the interaction.

~Has the drawing carefully tapped onto his clipboard so he always had it with him.

ᡣ𐭩Emilyᡣ𐭩

~Emily’s happily bursts through the doors of the saloon for her shift. There dosen’t seem to be too many patrons yet as she walked over to the other side of the counter. Gus appeares suddenly and catches her attention. “Hey! Secret admirer left this for you.” He claims with a wink as he slides over an envelope to her.

~”Oh! A secret admirer?” She looks at her name on the letter fondly. Closing her eyes as she holds it up above her face, almost if she were trying to conjure a face of who would have left this for her. The anticipation becomes too much as none of the faces she makes seem’s right. She impatiently opens the letter and finds the drawing of her dancing elegantly inside.

~She gasps and her eyes double in size…. Then promptly screams in absolute delight, jumping up and down on her feet. Gus shaking his head and smiling in the back ground while he prepares for the salon. “Make sure to read the bottom left corner.” When Emily hears this, she seizes her jumping and looks back at the drawing. From: (Farmer)

~ It’s at that exact moment farmer walks through the front doors. Emily sequels happily upon seeing them. Immediately running to practically jump into their arms. “(Farmer)! This is so sweet, I love it so much! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She gives you a tender kiss on the cheek that has farmer melting. Me too farmer, me too.

~Invites them to have a drink at the bar while she works. Every so often coming over to talk with them. Anyone can tell she has an extra pep in her step and her eyes are dazzling every chance she speaks with the farmer.

~ Frames the drawing and places it in a special spot in her room. Frequently picks it up and talks to it as if it the farmer themselves.

ᡣ𐭩Elliotᡣ𐭩

~Elliot is peacefully taking his afternoon walk, his mind a bit busy with thinking about his writings. On his way back, he crosses paths with the farmer. Seemingly in a mad dash to get where they were going, though they do wave at each other and smile before they disappear from his sight.

~Upon returning home, he instantly spots the envelope on his door. “My, my, what is this?” He says to himself, gingerly picking up the letter and delicately prying it open. Inside, is a beautiful drawing of him at his piano. A hushed gasp leaves his lips. He covers his mouth with his finger tips as his in pleasant shock. His eyes travel all over the drawing until he finds the signature at the bottom. From: (Farmer)

~He shakes his with a smile on his face. “Oh, that farmer.” He speaks lovingly. He takes the drawing inside where he sets it on his piano like a sheet of music. Theres something brand new brewing in his mind. He sits himself before the piano, fingers tapping away at the keys experimentally. Until theres a new song dancing on them. It’s not long before his scribbling notes on blanks sheet music.

~Before the sun goes down, Elliot decides to take one final stroll through town. In hopes to find the farmer still running their many errands. Lucky for him, he finds them doing just that. Snagging them as gently as he by the arm, he playfully swings them around. “There you are (Farmer)! If I may have a few moments of your time.”

~Sits them down on the nearest bench and shows them the song he wrote for them. (Yay swooning yet?) Together they sit and chat long after the suns gone down. Invites them over the following day so he can preform said song for them. “For your art of me. I was touched by it (farmer), allow me to show you my appreciation.

~The drawing sits on one side of his piano much like sheet music

ᡣ𐭩Abigail ᡣ𐭩

~Abigail is wondering the valley late into the evening. Hitting all of her usual spots and now headed for the graveyard. It’s a pretty normal evening when she first arrives. Then theres something laying on the ground that catches her eye. An envelope with her name on it, sitting in the middle of a gravestone. “Ooooh, spooky!”

~She reached for the envelope and looks over the writing. She turns it over a few times to see if there’s anything else mysterious about the object. When she dosen’t find anything more, Abigail opens the letter. Finding a drawing of her playing her instrument in a majestic looking manner. “From: (Farmer)”

~She holds the drawing up to the light to admire the details closer. She’s so touched by the gesture. She has half the mind to run over to the farmers house right now. But decided to simply find them in the morning. By the time she gets there, they’ll be long asleep.

~Best believe as soon as she wakes up for the day shes at the farmers door knocking. When they open the door, she dosen’t waste a second in throwing her arms around the farmers neck in an embrace. “Thank you so much for the drawing! It’s beautiful! I had to come over and say thank you!”

~She’ll stay awhile and chat with the farmer before heading home. But not before she invites them over to possibly have a game night or hangout at the salon.

~Frames the picture and has it in her room where she sees it at least once each day.

ᡣ𐭩Alexᡣ𐭩

~His outside throwing the football to himself before deciding to come inside. His grandparents are out and about at the moment, so he decides to sit at the kitchen table. Once his settled, he noticed something on the table. White envelope sitting undisturbed with his name on the front.

~Thinking its a note from his grandmother, he opens it without a second thought. His face drops when he sees the drawing of him inside. Football in hand. He gawks for a moment, totally caught off guard by the illustration. At the bottom he finds the infamous signature: From: (Farmer)

~He smirks at the discovery. Leaning his head into his palm while still holding the paper with admiration in his eyes. His ears momentarily perk up as he hears a familiar voice outside. His granny, and behold, the farmer themselves!

~Alex quickly gets up from his chair and quickly makes his way outside. Nearly running into his grandmother, she walks inside with a happy, knowing smile on her face. Chasing after the farmer, he catches them just in time. “Running away when you’ve left me such a charming gift?” His smirking but his mostly playing around.

~ Chats with the farmer and manages to slip in they should come over for dinner with him and his grandparents. To which farmer gladly agrees.

~While Alex was away flirting with the Farmer, his grandmother finds the image on the table and decides to place it on the fridge. Alex dosen’t have the heart to move and honestly its the perfect place for it.

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surqrised · 10 months

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The soul usually knows what to do to heal itself. The challenge is to silence the mind.

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fullofgutsndopamine · 16 days

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Hasan Piker Masterlist

Halloween:

Haunted house worker x

trick or treating x

Halloween movie fest x

College:

competition x

best friends x

frat!hasan takes care of you x

frat!hasan has feelings for you

enemies to lovers

frat!hasan begs you not to go on that date

Dad!hasan

paint date x

dinner date x

Odds & Ends:

enemies to lovers summer au x

Person A is about to move out of the house they grew up in. Before they leave, they call and invite Person B over so they can dig up the time capsule that they had buried in the backyard together when they were kids. x

5 times it didn't matter when hasan touched you, +1 time when it did

hasan works at an animal shelter to feel human. he has a reputation

or, three truths and a lie: hasan is drunk and an idiot and she promised herself she’d stop adopting strays at frat parties. one of these is a lie.

soulmates au x

coffee shop au x

baseball au x x

town hall au

tattoo au x

flowers in exchange for a tattoo x

caught by chat x

bookstore first date x

he comforts you after scary video x

you and hasan divorced, but he’s still there to decorate for your kids party x

you’re the drunk neighbor trying to get him to lower his music x

FITPS (big brother!hasan)

missed hockey game x

inviting him for dinner x

#caroline writes #hasan #hasanabi #hasanabi x reader #hasanabi x y/n #hasanabi x you #hasan piker #hasan piker fanfiction #hasan piker fic #hasan piker imagine #hasan piker x reader

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Title: the spy lol

Parings: y/n hopper and Jason carver an/don’t @ me I really like mason dye just hear me out an/ hopper is not in Russia an/ y/n and Jason are long time friends but you been dating for almost a year but hopper doesn’t know anything about it yet.

Warning: overprotective father hopper lol language smut Reader and Jason are both 18

Y/n pov

So you’re ready to go to this restaurant? You asked him ?

“Yep it’s called Enzo’s right?”

Yea he parked near the restaurant and held the door for you thanks you smiled at him.

“Hi umm i table for two please “ he said

The person guided you towards a table near the middle of the restaurant thanks you told them Jason sat down first than you sat down.

“So what do you want to eat ? What you were thinking of ?”

Probably something like pasta and meatballs with extra cheese what about you?

“Probably the same thing as you if that’s ok ?”

Of course you smiled at him the waiter came up and said “hello my name is Sarah I will serve you tonight what would you like to drink tonight?” She asked me oh I would like some water. “How about you sir ?”

“Let’s see just some lemonade “ he said .

“Ok a water and lemonade “

She walked away from you too you were messing around with your fork Jason just looked at you and you stopped sorry I’m just nervous about being here my dad is very protective towards me and my sister.

“Hey it’s fine trust me ok I won’t let anything happen to you I promise okay?”

He held your hand and you smiled at him okay of course he kissed your hand lightly love you Jason .

“Love you too y/n hopper “ he said.

———-time skips after dinner——————-

Jason drove you to the hotel that you and him have been saving money for almost a year and a half it was super clean and nice you too check in your room and it was a medium size room with a huge bed .

You laid down on the bed too take your shoes off because they were killing your feet.before you could get them off Jason sat next to you on the bed .

“Here let me help you “

Thanks he unzipped your boots and took them off of your feet much better. His hands were on your waist and you were staring at him he nodding as he was saying yes to it he kissed you and you kissed him back with passion.

“I heard this hotel has a hot tub do you want to try it?”

A hot tub of course you sat up from the bed oh shit I didn’t pack a baiting suit out of the all the stuff I packed I guess I got nervous. Oh my gosh you put your hands on your face.

“Hey y/n it’s fine just go in your bra and underwear “ he took your hands out of your face.

Oh um I-

“It’s ok if you don’t feel comfortable with it I understand you don’t have to “ he said

No - just grab some towels and let’s go you headed downstairs to the pool and hot tub and closed the door and took your clothes off exposing yourself just in your underwear and bra.

“Well damn “ Jason leaned against the wall like an idiot.

Well I could say the same thing about you but -before you could say anything else about his remark he took his shorts off and his shirt revealing his chest he threw his shirt across the room. Well damn you said mocking at his earlier comment.

He got in the hot tub next to you .you changed positions before you could do anything else you got into his lap.

“Finally all alone”he whispered as brushing his lips against yours.

You stopped him finally all alone you mocked him again and continue to kiss him again he started to kiss your neck and you let out a small but quiet moan.

You stated to kiss his neck and you felt his hands around your bra struggling to get it off .

“How the hell do you get this thing off without ripping it off ?”

Just tear it off I really don’t care about it. You said to him.

“Ok fine “

You heard the fabric of the bra ripped off you now we’re fully exposed to him well halfway can you take off your bottoms please? .

“Yea ok”

He took them off you stared at him can I look at it ? And touch it ? You took your underwear off .

“Yea “

You looked down shit Your so big reference to his cock he took a towel and you were slightly confused about it shit did I just turn you off?

“No just get the towel near you and let’s go to the fake grass area they have near the hot tub”

Oh ok you got the towel and layed down on the fake grass Jason helped you take off your towel . Exposing yourself to him again

"if you want me to stop tell me baby" he cooed to me making sure that she hadn't felt like you had been forced into it.

No it’s fine just keep going please you started to stroke his cock as he cried out,Jason’s tongue swirled around each of your breasts slightly nipping at her nipple causing bite marks around her breast.Jason I think I’m going to before you could say something else you felt something dripping oh my goodness did I just?

“Yes did “ he said

his head slip in-between your thighs his mouth just centimeters away from tasting your dripping cunt.

“You taste so good y/n” he said

You smiled within the minutes and the moments that passed door swung wide open.

OH MY GOD! I FUCKING KNEW IT !” It was Jim Hopper was covering his eyes and he was wearing his uniform while being out of duty.

Oh my god, dad! What the hell are you doing here? You screamed while pressing your body against Jason’s to cover the both of us.

“No The question is WHAT are you two doing here? You lied to me, Y/N.”

No ! I didn’t lie to you I told you I was going out plus you give Mike and el all the privacy but I don’t ? You scoffed at him

“ I know but that Is my innocent and sweet girl like girl he pointed at you so I don’t want her to be like me or get pregnant at such a young age”hopper glared at Jason

Dad I know but -

“Can we talk about this when I’m not inside your daughter, Hopper?” Your boyfriend dared to ask and then he noticed how your father and you were looking at him with wide eyes. “I mean, Sir”

Oh my god ! You said under your breath well this got weird .

“Now I’m going to wait in the car for you two. Get your clothes on and get in Jason’s car and drive towards home while I drive behind you.” He left the pool and the hot tub room

“Well that was just an amazing night “ Jason said sarcastically.

You smiled how the hell he was still inside you?

“Shouldn’t we have just left town to get away from him ?”

Well that sounds ni-

“I believe you would like to continue having a dick, carver “Your father appeared again. “You are coming out first. C’mon. Come out. You come outside with me while my baby gets dressed.”

OH MY GOD! Jason your whispered to him you got to get out of me but I’m afraid it’s going to hurt.

“Hey listen to me I’m going to come out of you slowly” he said while handing you the towel.

Thanks he came out and you let out a light whimper and you got out of the hot tub as he did and put a towel around you and got your clothes .

“Ok good now where’s your car ?” Your father said.

“Right here “ Jason said he opened the car to let you in and started to drive to the cabin.

You walked out of his car and into the cabin before Jason could even come in the cabin your father stopped him.

“NO WAY BLONDE !” He said

“But can I just tell her good night?”

“You could tell her that right here “ you father said to him

Oh my god ! You said

“Okay good night y/n” he said

Good night Jason you said to him as your father watched him drive away.

The end ! Sorry for the spelling errors but that was literally so much fun to write feedback and like is always awesome lol - love Caroline

#caroline writes #stranger things #jason carver smut #jason carver #jason carver x reader

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