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fuqsketti · 2 years

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Making out with Mike and getting caught by Holly/Mrs. Wheeler?

caught || mike wheeler x reader

A/N tysm for the request!! <3

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warnings : not smut but a bit heated?? fluff

Y/n had been going to daily outings with her boyfriends friends for years now, nothing new.

All of Mike’s friends had left one by one after spending the majority of the day hanging out with the couple, with the exception of Dustin, who just couldn't seem to get the hint.

“Dusty bun.” Mike teased, in the girliest voice he could muster.

Dustin didn’t even look up from the lego set he was building.

“Stop it- i’m focusing.”

Mike’s face contorted into a scowl

“Doesn’t Suzy normally call you around this time?” He asked, tapping his watch to emphasize his point.

Dustin- again - didn’t look up.

“No, I still have a whole hour before my dearest lovebug calls.” He murmured while placing another lego where it belonged.

Y/n watched this all with an amused smile, she knew what Mike was up to- of course she did.

“Give up.” She mouthed to Mike when he looked at her defeated.

Mike shook his head then turned back to Dustin.

“Hey Dustin.”

Dustin sighed, obviously annoyed and looked up at Mike.

“What Mike?” He said with an obvious attitude that almost made Y/n break into laughter.

Mike smacked his arm

“Your walkie talkie, where is it?” He asked.

Dustin shrugged hitting Mike back in the thigh.

“At home.” He answered.

“Go get it.” Mike said.

Dustin gave him a weird look before asking,

“Why? Why would I do that?”

Mike turned to Y/n once again to telepathically ask why Dustin would have to do that, but Y/n merely responded with a shrug.

“I got these new…” Mike started then trailed off as he looked around his basement for answers.

“Batteries!”

“Y/n bought them for me.” He added, smiling to try and seem convincing.

“Okay?” Dustin was definitely skeptical, putting down his legos on the table.

“They have a new formula, or mechanics.” Mike uttered, he was never too good at lying but he looked at Y/n and decided to press forward.

“Apparently you won’t ever have to replace them, they stay charged.”

“Bullshit.” Dustin scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“No, no, i’m serious.” Mike assured him, nudging Y/n.

“Mhm.” She hummed, nodding enthusiastically.

“Fine.” Dustin sighed, getting up off the ground and dusting his shorts off.

“But if I come back here and those batteries don’t work your giving me one of your comics.”

“Can I choose which one?” Mike called after Dustin, watching him go to the back door.

“Nope.” Dustin chirped then walked right out.

“See you in a bit!”

“Bye!” Y/n called after him.

When Y/n turned her attention back to Mike, he had moved from the other side of the couch to her side, peppering her face in kisses. Despite the fact that she was certain she had only taken her eyes off him for a mere second.

She was never too good at the whole intimacy thing, she didn’t know what to do or where to start but Mike always seemed to. He somehow just knew.

To say it was intimidating was a bit of an understatement.

Mike had moved his kisses down to her neck, and she couldn’t help but giggle at the sensation.

She could feel Mike smile against her skin.

A slight twinge of pain, caused her gasp

“Mike-!” The eager boy chuckled biting down on her neck.

Mike always did this; He would buy them some time, make the moves on her, and then laugh when they were inevitably caught by his friends.

It had happened one to many times already.

She assumed he enjoyed the thrill.

Maybe he enjoyed seeing her flustered when caught- or maybe liked the idea of everyone knowing who she belonged to.

She wasn’t sure of which and she sure as hell wasn’t gonna ask.

“Shh.” He shushed her then kissed the spot he had just abused.

She whimpered again, a bit louder this time.

Mike pulled back from her with a smile as he brought a finger to her lips.

“Stop being so loud.” He whispered, with a laugh.

“Don’t wanna get caught.”

He patted his lap and she laughed at how dorky he tended to be yet-still climbed on.

He smiled at her before leaning in, she leaned back, offended that he called her loud, although she knew it to be true.

“Please?” He whispered, his face contorting into a pout.

She chuckled lowly as she complied, closing the gap, their lips moving in sync as soon as they connected.

Mike was a calculated kisser, he took his time, analyzing what she liked, what she seemed overwhelmed by and most importantly what made her buck her hips against his.

He swiped his tounge against her bottom lip to ask for an entrance.

She denied, he growled, one of his wandering hands sliding up her shirt, his cold touch against her warm back making her gasp-

He took advantage and slipped his tongue right in, beginning to play with her bra hinge.

It was always a mystery to Mike Wheeler how those contraptions worked.

His other hand cupped her breast, as their tongue battled for dominance and there she did it. His favorite thing. Her hips bucked against his almost instinctively.

“Good?” He pulled away, a bit out of breath as he whispered- she nodded eagerly, although out of breath, she still pressed those frantic little kisses all over his face, grinding against him the whole time.

He smiled as his hand finally figured out how to unclasp the bra, their lips reconnected, quickly. This time Mike had no patience to be calculated- he just wanted it all.

“What are you guys doing?” A small voice chirped, both teens practically have a heart attack toppling off each-other.

Holly, mikes younger sister, had somehow managed to sneak down into the basement undetected.

“Nothing-!” They both shouted in unison, Y/n quickly moving to cover her breasts- although her bra was not fully off, and her shirt was still on, she still felt exposed.

“Why were you sucking on her face?” Holly asked innocently, tilting her head like a puppy.

“I wasn’t-!” Mike shouted, his face red.

“Oh my god.” Y/n gasped then got up thinking of something quick to distract the young girl.

“Cmon Holly- Uh, let’s go make some lunch.”

Holly grabs onto Y/n’s hand and they start walking towards the stairs

“What we’re you guys doing?” She asked again.

“Nothing sweetie, cmon.” Y/n smiled and let Holly go ahead of her on the stairs since she had heard mike stand up from the couch.

“No- you stay here.” she demanded turning on her heel to look at her boyfriend.

“Why-?” He asked

Instead of answering she lets her eyes talk, them leading down to his…y’know.

“Jesus.” He gripes, covering it with his hands quickly.

“I’ll be right back Mike.” She leans forward and kisses his cheek

“Mhm, make sure you lock the door when you come back.” He says with a smile as he crinkles his eyes.

“Whatever.” She teased walking right up,

Yeah, they are never doing that again

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hopelesswritergall · 10 months

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Hello!!!! I was wondering if you could do headcanons for Boris pavlikovsky x cutecore fem reader? Or miles Fairchild x cutecore fem reader headcanons? I’m fine with either one if you want to,have a lovely day!!<3

Alright I’m writing this in one sitting please bear with me… let me know if you find grammar issues. English isn’t my first language and I want to learn!

General Taglist: It’s quite lonely here……

TW: mention of fighting, bloody nose, bruises. Yandere tendencies

Meeting him

Alright Boris and a girl who wears mostly pink. Unlikely combination but it’s true.

You were the stereotypical girly girl. Pink? You loved it. Lipstick? Pink. Clothes? Pink. Notebooks? Pink. Hell you were almost like barbie and had a pink mood.

You were doing pretty good in school and kept your grades up. Boris on the other his grades were sinking faster than the titanic.

There was a group project coming up for English. You have to read a book, present and write an essay. This would be the chance for Boris to get his grade up.

“Hey Theo! Come on man, let’s do it together!”

“Unfortunately Mister Pavlikovsky, the groups will be decided by me.” Miss Clarence spoke.

Boris sunk back into his chair, well if he isn’t with Theo, he isn’t going to do shit.

“Hmmm. Let’s see. Boris you will be paired up with……. Ah of course! Y/N!.”

Y/N? Who the fuck is that?

Boris knew he should know the face that belongs to the name but he doesn’t.

Suddenly his vision is filled with pink and he nearly has a heart attack.

“Jesus woman, don’t you watch where you’re going?!”

“That’s a way to introduce yourself. I’m y/n! We’ll be partners for the next project”

Aww hell no. He couldn’t.

“Miss Clarence. Is there anyway we can switch partners?”

Getting to know him:

It was week 3 of the project and Boris hadn’t done much yet. You decided to play a game so he would do stuff and he would get “rewarded”, almost like a child or dog..

“Alright Boris, for every 5 sentences you write, you can ask me a question! That way we can get to know each other!”

“And why should I do that? I can just let you do all the work.” He crossed his arms and leaned back

“Otherwise I’ll only hand in my part and you’ll fail. Don’t think you’d wanna do the year over again, do you?”

He grumbled a bit before writing, he finished the first sentences pretty quick. “Fine, Uhm what is your favourite gift to receive?”

“Oooo, great question!! I love teddy bears, flowers or books!! But I love every gift that someone put effort in.”

You guys talked for some longer and Boris, not wanting it, felt more of a connection. He really wanted to fall through the floor.

Some things during the relationship:

Boris once got into a fight with Mark (only the OG’s will remember my hatred towards Mark) because Mark insulted your clothes. Was it worth the trip to the hospital to check out his nose and knuckles for? Yes. Everyone that makes you cry deserves to rot in hell.

He steals you little stuff from the stores. He will often give you a bracelet or a flower. You even got him to make a flower crown together. You had to swear to not tell anyone!

You guys watch a lot of television together, a LOT

He is very protective of you, always asks what colour you want something in, despite already knowing the answer deep down..

#x reader #finn wolfhard imagine #finn wolfhard x reader #boris pavlikovsky #yandere boris pavlikovsky x reader #boris pavlikovsky x reader #yandere boris pavlikovsky #the goldfinch #finn wolfhard #finn wolfhard x y/n

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kaylawritesfics · 2 years

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if you're doing them, may i request mike reacting to his s/o calling him Mikey Wikey? he'd die of embarrassment lol, please and thank you!

Dating Mike Wheeler and Using Embarrassing Nicknames

headcanons

summary: what it’s like to date mike wheeler and use embarrassing nicknames

pairing: mike wheeler x reader

warnings:

note: i decided to do this as a headcanon because i’ve never written any for mike !! i love him so i’m super excited !! i hope you love it :)

Mike typically really likes pet names.

He uses very basic ones, opting to call you “baby,” “babe,” “honey,” etc.

You, on the other hand, choose the most mortifying nicknames Mike has ever heard in his life.

The first time, you called him “Mikey Wikey.” He looked like he was going to pass out. His neck and ears flared up, turning a dark red shade, and he spluttered out a few confused words.

You made a mental note of his reaction, choosing to torment him from that moment on.

“Mikey Wikey,” “Snookums,” “Honey bun,” “Muffin,” etc.

He never knows a moment of peace ever again.

The worst part is when you call him something like that in front of his friends, who absolutely never let him live it down.

Dustin still calls Mike “Snookums” from time to time.

Nothing beats the way Mike gets flustered. The way a dark shade of red crosses his entire face, coating his ears, neck, and cheeks. He often gives you an exasperated look, begging you to call him a normal nickname for once.

He secretly loves it !! He thinks that the names are pretty funny, although he’d never tell you. It would ruin all the fun.

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chezzywezzy · 2 years

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Yandere Miles Fairchild (4/4)

Word count ; 4.5k

*Edited:3

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

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

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

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

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

“Calm down, Y/n! Just —"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

“I love you and always will.”

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

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

No. We only did it once.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well —"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s rich coming from you.”

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

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

#yandere #x reader #self insert #yandere the turning #the turning #the turn of the screw #miles fairchild x reader #yandere miles fairchild #miles fairchild #finn wolfhard x reader #finn wolfhard imagine #finn wolfhard #yandere horror #horror #horror films

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thisismostdefinitelynotablog · 2 years

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heyoo, i was wondering if you could do some finn as a boyfriend? :-) need some comfort right now and your work is incredible! currently reliving my finn phase through these

Thank you for your request!!! I love writing boyfriend things, here are some scenes that i thought would be cute! I kind of stuck two short imagines into one post, they're both one-off type things, hopefully you like them!! Gender neutral as always :)

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As you stood up, you picked up the bouquet of flowers that rested on the passenger seat of your car. It was made up of orange and coral roses, wrapped in twine and brown paper, and you held it preciously, with both hands, as you made your way to the front of the recording studio. The sky was overcast, and the air smelled the way it always did when it was going to rain, but you paid it no mind as you stood by the front of the building, your thoughts solely focused on Finn.

Only a few moments passed before you saw him open the door. His hair looked as though he had ran his hands through it a few too many times, to keep it out of his face as he recorded whatever he had to record that day. You guessed it was guitar parts, given the instrument on his back. Or vocals, given the hoarseness of his voice as he smiled at you and said hello.

"Someone buy you flowers?" He looked down at your hands, and then back up at you, smiling at you when he saw that you were smiling at him.

You held the bouquet out for him, still holding it in both hands.

"Uh, I actually bought them. They're for you. Hopefully they're okay, I think these symbolize joy, or something? I just thought they were pretty, I don't know—"

"Oh, no, I love them." His voice was softer now, sincere. He took the flowers from you as though they were the world's most fragile thing, and gazed at them, and then at you, as though the most beautiful things on this earth were in his hands and by his side. (And if you had asked him, in that moment or in any other, he would have, indisputably, said that they were.) "Thank you so much."

He held them in his left hand when he kissed you.

His right hand cradled your cheek, and both of your hands made their way to the back of his neck as your eyes fluttered shut. His lips were ever so slightly chapped from working for so long. But it didn't matter. Nothing else really mattered when you were kissing Finn. You tuned out the smell of the air before it rained in exchange for the scent of his cologne, and the sounds of passing cars for the breaths you exchanged.

And you could have spent forever on that sidewalk, but it was in that moment you felt a drop of water on the top of your head. And then another. And another. And the air no longer smelled like before rain, but during rain, because it was. Raining. And you both had to break the kiss to break into laughter as you grabbed Finn's free hand.

And you pulled him behind you as you ran down the sidewalk to where your car was. People passed you on the sidewalk, probably giving you both pointed looks, but you couldn't care less as you laughed along with Finn, your clothes and hair becoming increasingly more soaked by the rain, which was really picking up now.

When people say they felt as though they were walking on air, you realized, this is what they meant. You felt like you were flying above the concrete on that rainy afternoon, with Finn's hand in yours. It was like you two were the only people who had ever existed.

It was heavily raining by the time you made it into your car, and even though the two of you were soaked, you were laughing so much you couldn't feel cold.

And when you got home and Finn put the flowers in a vase, you couldn't help but notice how they were in perfect condition. Not a scratch, not a petal out of place. And that was how you felt, too. Like you were exactly the way you were meant to be.

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It was well past midnight, but, in Finn's words, it was "never too late for pizza". And so here you were, standing in the kitchen, waiting for the oven to preheat so you could reheat a frozen pizza.

You had just put it in the oven when some old love song started playing, and Finn dramatically entered the kitchen, a stupid smile on his face. You smiled too, recognizing this one as the record he had just bought today. Some greatest hits album, you couldn't remember the band.

"Dance with me!" Finn said, with way too much energy for someone who was, like you, running on a maximum four hours of sleep. Maybe he was delirious. Or maybe you were, because you didn't hesitate to agree, holding out your hand for him to take.

It didn't seem to occur to you that neither of you really knew how to dance, but it didn't really matter. He held your waist and hand like you were waltzing (the song playing was definitely not a waltz), and you rested your head on his chest, half-holding his hand, half-hugging him, as you swayed back and forth to the music.

He hummed along to the song, which you had given up trying to recognize. You stayed like that for a while, swaying back and forth in the warm overhead lights of the kitchen. Maybe you were delirious, but you were absolutely in love.

#finn wolfhard imagine #finn wolfhard #finn wolfhard x reader #finn wolfhard x y/n #fluff #oneshot #x reader #one shot #reader insert #request

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jellycolors · 2 years

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𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘧𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘴𝘥

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞/ 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞

𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭

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rylanvar · 2 years

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Dating Richie would include..

•Random affection (high-fives, pokes, love bites, hugs, etc)

•hugs from behind BCWHYNOT(๑♡⌓♡๑) Sometimes those hugs will come with tickling.. 🥴

•holding hands in public

•He will show you off to every person he gets the chance to no joke

•He will stand in the middle of the market and scream that he's in love with you

•he will let you wear his glasses for fun

•then he will make fun of you for how big they make your eyes look

•y'all break the 10 minutes rule for the hammock like everyday

•He will kiss you infront of Eddie to gross him out, sometimes even try to use tounge to gross him out more

•You carved y'all's initials into the kissing bridge He also carved initials but they weren't y'alls.. R + Mrs K <3

•being the funniest one of the group isn't always the best bc being the funniest also comes with being annoying

•when he gets called annoying by anyone in the losers it does kind of hurt but he hides it

•you comfort him when he's upset or hurt

•HE WILL SNEAK IN AT FRICKIN 3AM NO DOUBT

•Late night cuddles are his favorite

•he will hold your hands and/or mess with your hair

Thats all for this post lovies💞💞 my requests are still wide open!

#richie tozier #richie trashmouth #X reader #Richie x reader #x y/n #Richie x you #It2017 #Chapter 1 #it chapter two #finn wolfhard x you #finn wolfhard imagine

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yup-thats-me · 2 years

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— eyeliner • f.w

pairing: Finn wolfhard x reader

summary: Finn wants to wear eyeliner by himself as expected, it's a disaster. But fret not, y/n is there to the rescue.

warning: fluff, eyeliner.

Finn was currently in your room doing an interview. He had told you beforehand not to call him or enter the room.

Doing as he told, you sat by yourself on the couch going through your phone although, the tv was playing some movie which you were too lazy to pay attention to.

"Y/n? Uh...I think this doesn't look good," Finn spoke.

You looked up from your phone and saw him standing infront of you. "Wait, when did you come in?"

He shook his head side to side. "Doesn't matter. But..." He drifted, pointing at his eyes.

It was then that you noticed his eyelids were black and smudged all over. Eyeliner.

After staring at him for sometime, you broke out laughing. Finn just stood there trying not to laugh at himself. "Hey! Don't laugh! Do you know how many minutes I had to spend to make this masterpiece?" He chuckled.

"Oh yeah, sure do bun. Come sit here, I'll get the makeup wipes and the eyeliner," you giggled, making him sit on the couch.

Coming back with all the necessary items, you sat beside him and began wiping off the smudged eyeliner. "I thought you were doing an interview?"

Finn sighed loudly. "I was but it ended quickly. I thought you it'd be nice to try something new. So, I watched a 18 minutes tutorial because I wanted to surprise you by wearing the eyeliner like a pro and make you gasp," he chuckled at his own thoughts.

"Oh my god. You're such a dork," you smiled, pecking him on the cheek.

After cleaning him up, you got your phone and showed him the different ways of wearing an eyeliner. "Okay, the options are, winged, cateye, double winged, arabic..." You showed the numerous eyeliner styles.

Finn sat there with his mouth hung open. How knew there were so many styles to choose from?

"Uhhhhh they're so many to choose from! I want a simple one", he huffed, pouting like a two year old.

"Okay okay Mr. Grumpy, we'll go for the simple, basic, one," you smiled.

With that you turned to face him on the couch, the pencil eyeliner in your hand. "Close your eyes," you instructed, focused on his eyes.

Although, his curls kept disturbing you from time to time. Falling over his eyes and blocking your view. "Your curls. Wear this," you handed him your wired hairband. "Woah it hurts behind my ears," he whined dramatically.

"Finn, I know you're acting. Wear it," you said with a serious face. "Okay okay, y/n, gee," he stopped talking, closing his eyes shut.

•••

After about ten to fifteen minutes you were done. Shifting back a bit, you admired your art. It looked so good on him.

"We're done. You can open your eyes now."

Finn, however, didn't open his eyes. "Finn? Babe, you asleep?"

He shook his head from side to side. "No. You have to give me a kiss. You made me angry," he pouted, placing his hands over his chest.

You giggled, kissing him on both the cheeks. "We good?"

"Yeah", he smiled. "Now, lemme see your work. If I'm satisfied enough, I'll cuddle you."

"You WILL cuddle me no matter what. But, here you go," you handed him the mirror.

He stared at himself for sometime inspecting his eyes. Then, he turned to you with a big smile. "Y/n I LOVE IT!" He attacked you with a hug making you both fall on the carpeted floor below.

"Ow ow," you winced as your head hit the floor. "You alright, y/n?" You could see the worry in his eyes.

"Got ya!" You laughed. He smiled looking down. "You scared me for a second there y/n!"

"Okay okay. But did you like it though?"

He smirked. "I've assigned you the job to do my eyeliner everytime I go to a fancy ass interview or meet."

You smiled brightly. "I accept the job, but every eyeliner look will cost you infinite number of cuddles and kisses."

"Deal."

#finn wolfhard imagine #finn wolfhard x you #finn wolfhard x reader #finn wolfhard x y/n #finn wolfhard #blurb #imagine #fanfic #fluff

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fuqsketti · 2 years

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hi! hope youre doing well, may i request mike wheeler x reader where the reader plays with mike's hair :)

fireworks || mike wheeler

A/N tysm for the request! ik this might not be exactly what you had in mind but i hope you enjoy either way! <3

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fluff fluff fluff

Despite how easy they stayed in touch, Y/n always found it difficult to be apart from her boyfriend.

After all the strange happenings, Y/n left Hawkins because her mother didn't want her to be part in any more of it.

Mike would give her a call whenever he had the chance, write her a ton of letters, sends her presents in the mail but it just wasn’t the same as getting to see him everyday, getting to hug him and kiss him, feeling those fireworks only Mike wheeler could give her.

She prayed he still felt those fireworks.

On very few occasions her mother would let mike visit her.

She had always thought those friends of yours from Hawkins were a bad influence, especially after the star court incident.

This time however, after months of begging, your mom finally caved and let YOU visit HIM in Hawkins.

To say Y/n was excited was an understatement, she got to see all her old friends and got to stay at her boyfriends house.

Nothing could make her fall break any better.

After that exhausting flight, all she wanted to do was collapse into her boyfriend's arms and get to smell his sweet cologne again.

As soon as her flight landed she rushed to the gate, scanning the crowd for her boyfriend.

And then she saw him.

Holding a sign that said ‘Y/N’ with nicely drawn flowers and hearts- Will must’ve helped him out with it.

He saw her the same time she saw him, throwing the sign aside and rushing towards her- She met him halfway and embraced him in a bear hug as he swept her off her feet, spinning her around a few times as he was just so excited that she was here.

Once they finished their little love fest he put her back down smiling at her warmly.

She then had the chance to look at him closely.

He had changed much since she last saw his face about a year ago; any baby fat had completely vanished, and he now had sharp cheekbones and jawline, thick eyebrows, and faint undereye bags.

But his mullet was the only thing that caused her to gasp.

“Oh wow.” Y/n chuckled as she started to play with the long hairs from the back of his head.

He sighed in content, he’d missed her touch.

“What?” He asked, his smile still not fading.

“Your hair.” She whispered, raking her hands through his long black hair.

He was so lucky, his hair was so thick and healthy- it made her jealous.

“O-Oh,” He nodded then seemed a bit insecure

“Do you like it?” He asked almost shyly.

“Y-Yeah.” She stuttered out, grabbing his face to make him turn his head- so she could see the full cut.

“It really suits you Mike.”

“You think so?“ He blushed, grabbing her hand away from his face so he could look at her again.

“I really do.” She nodded, her fingers combing through his black hair again, a gesture he seemed to enjoy more this time now that he knew she liked it.

“You look badass.”

Mike grinned; the word "badass" had never been used to describe him, but god did he love that she used it.

“Like one of those satan worshippers you see on the news.” She teased then laughed, He laughed along his hands finding their way to her hips.

“Oh wow- just the look I was going for.” He chuckled pulling her close to him.

“You really know how to compliment me.”

She took her hands away from his hair and put them around his neck, smiling up at him.

“I take pride in my ability.”

He sighed,

“You’re such a dork.” he whispered while staring down at her lips.

“A dork that you wanna kiss so bad right now.” She teased, although she was looking at his too.

“You’re right.” He murmured before moving in, kissing her.

Oh yeah. those fireworks are still there.

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hopelesswritergall · 1 year

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hello can u write something with Finn Wolfhard and his reaction ( surprised and flushed) when the reader calls him baby for the first time ? ( Early relationship stages )

Ofcourse anything for you @vampbloodbunny !!

Baby

It's very short but I think it is cute!

You and Finn were just a month in your relationship when 'the Event' happened, as you like to describe it to others.

It was a regular Sunday for you guys. You went over to his place to watch some movies. "Finn? What movie did you pick?" you asked curious to learn more about his taste in movies. " I thought since it's October we could watch a scary movie, so I picked Scream." he replied while nervously scratching the back of his neck unsure of your reaction. "AHHHHHH! YESS! I love those movies! Thank you baby!" You almost screamed of joy when you hugged him, not entirely noticing you called him baby. Finn did and oh my if you looked at his face you could see the blushing and big eyes. " Y-yeah I hoped you would like them too, I have 1 till 3 here so we're good for the whole day." He stuttered a bit in the beginning cause he had to compose himself.

During the second movie you went to get some more snacks and this was the moment for Finn to text his friends for help, with the simple question if he should hold your hand or something. The replies were pretty much the same, just do it! So he did and oh my you didn't know what hit you. Your face heating up just as much as his did an hour or so ago.

#finn wolfhard x y/n #finn wolfhard x reader #finn wolfhard imagine #finn wolfhard #finn #x reader #imagine #wolfhard

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dyhlanobrien · 2 years

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Thief! Mike Wheeler x Y/N One-Shot

pairing: mike wheeler x fem!reader

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

warnings: Fluff, pure fluff

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mike – Yeah, sounds good. Love you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She smiled, “Maybe.”

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

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

“Why would you do that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where's Will," Elle asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N, come here.”

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

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

She smiled, “You know it is.”

“And the rest of this?”

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

“Why don’t you return it?”

“Because, I like having your stuff here.”

“Really?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Yandere Miles Fairchild (3/4)

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I continued to dust the shelves absentmindedly. The sun peaked through the lush, expensive curtains as I cleaned the living slash all purpose room. I hummed quietly to myself since Mrs. Grose had gotten on my back for playing obnoxious music as I worked. I wasn’t the most musically gifted, like Miles was, but singing helped loop the songs in my head.

I was about to move onto the next room after checking it over, but the phone suddenly started ringing. I set the duster aside and dashed over to the phone. It was my job to answer, after all. I wasn't sure who on earth would be calling, though, since I was in a household of recluses.

I picked the phone off the receiver. “Hello, this is the Fairchild residence. Who is this?”

A familiar voice came from the other side. I wished it wasn't recognizable, but I was no stranger to the the principal’s personal phone calls. Normally, a principal wouldn’t need to frequently call. But this was Miles we were talking about.

“Hello. This is Principal Higgins. Which family member am I addressing?”

“I’m Y/n, one of the maids or caretakers,” I answered. “Is this about Miles?”

“Indeed, it is. I’ll keep this quick. Miles is a good kid, I’m sure, but he’s being expelled. He’s received too many suspensions and his behavior hasn’t improved. I’ve been left with no choice.”

I gasped quietly, glancing around to make sure the said man was nowhere to be found. “Oh my goodness…! What happened?”

“Well, Miss Y/n, Miles has become rather violent during the school year,” the principal explained. “However, I couldn’t stand for it when he almost drowned one of his classmates. I understand that the kids give him a hard time; nevertheless, I can only give him so much slack.”

“Oh my god,” I muttered. “I’m so sorry. I can’t believe Miles almost killed a classmate. Please, is there anything the family or I can do to help? Are there medical bills that need to be paid?”

“No,” he answered anxiously. “Miles should consider himself very lucky. If not for the victim being completely terrified of the boy, the family easily could’ve pressed charges. And, seeing as Miles is legally an adult, the punishment wouldn’t have been light.

“I’m warning you, Miss Y/n, you should seek professional help for him. Although I understand being bullied can take a toll, he’s going too far. I worry for him and the people around him.”

“Thank you, sir,” I sighed. “I’ll bring this up with him. I’m still having a hard time grasping that he could do such a thing… What about his schooling, though?”

“That’s up to you all. You’ll receive a grade report in the mail soon and you all can decide what to do. Good-bye.”

“Yes, good-bye, sir. Thanks again.”

My heart fell to my stomach as the line went dead. I placed it back on the receiver. I supposed that Mrs. Grose wasn’t aware of the situation yet, but that was an entirely different situation. I could tell from the distant thumping that Miles was in his bedroom playing the drums with the door open.

I gulped my anxieties away and headed toward his room. As I hovered in the doorway, he was completely enamored with his drumming, and the room echoed with a hard rock soundtrack. I took a moment to examine his room in more detail. His room had dirty or clean clothes all over the room. In the corner was his messy bed, and by the door was his dresser. The other half of the room was more of a lounge, with his musical instruments facing the several bean bags and hammock chairs he had.

I zoned back in, realizing Miles had noticed my presence. He seemed to sense my unease, quirking a brow. I cleared my throat and pushed myself from the doorway into the room. Miles set down the drum sticks, watching as I stopped in front of the kit.

“What’s up?” he asked, eyeing my sternly crossed arms.

“I received a call from your principal,” I answered. “You’re expelled, Miles. You almost killed a classmate. Are you planning to explain, or…?”

Miles frowned, immediately growing defensive. “I know what I did. You’re just the maid. It’s not your ‘job’ to ask questions.”

I clenched my fists. “Don’t use that card, Miles. I’m just as much of a caretaker as Mrs. Grose. And I will also be telling her. So it would be better if you helped me understand. You’re a good kid, Miles —"

“I’m not a kid, Y/n. I’m older than you,” he growled. “And if you think I’m a good person, you wouldn’t be here asking questions, now would you?”

He slammed his fist on the drum kit, red in the face. He pushed some out of the way, forcing me to take a few steps away in fear. He rose to his feet and menacingly stalked toward me. My knuckles became pale as I kept stepping back. Until I accidentally stepped on something soft and lost my footing; collapsing on one of the previously mentioned bean bags. I let out a squeal as Miles towered over me furiously.

With an unrecognizable glint in his eyes, he leaned over and trapped me against the bean bag. My heart thudded in my chest as I tilted my head away. I noticed that he hadn’t shaved this morning, and there was stubble sprinkled across his jaw. That’s how close he was to me.

“Miles,” I stuttered, "please. You know that’s not what I mean. And this behavior is exactly what the principal brought up with me. I think if we got you some therapy, you’d be able to work through your trauma —"

He suddenly sneered, drawing nearer to my face. His eyes were ablaze and his messy hair tickled my face. “You’re a hypocrite, Y/n. And I’m not telling you shit. Go ahead and tell Mrs. Grose. What’s she going to do? Reprimand me? She’s no mother. She’s a servant —"

“Miles!” I boomed furiously. “Think as lowly as you want about me, but Mrs. Grose has dedicated her entire life to you. Show some respect.”

He suddenly softened, eyeing me up and down slowly. I shrunk against the bean bag, nails digging into the fabric. It felt like the world stopped moving as his gaze locked back onto me. There was an unbridled passion behind it.

“I’ve never thought lowly of you, Y/n.”

Silence. Not an uncomfortable one, though. I could tell Miles story was on the tip of his tongue. As short of a temper as he had, he was not naturally violent or angry. He was a good man and I knew that. And he knew that I knew that.

“They… teased me a lot,” he started. “I usually didn’t care because I was used to it. Everyone at my school is an asshole. But we were at swimming class and some douchebag and his friends approached me and started talking about you.

They really pissed me off. They said that Peter got the short end of the stick and that you were a liar because you only cared about being my sugar baby. I know it doesn’t make sense and they’re just bullshitting to upset me, but… It worked. I started hitting them and hitting them and, before I knew it, I was holding a guy’s under the water while some teachers pried me off. It wasn’t my fault. They had it coming.”

Butterflies swarmed in my stomach as I subconsciously fluttered my eyes at him. Miles Adam’s apple bobbed expectantly.

“T - thank you, Miles, but that… that wasn’t necessary. You didn’t need to defend my honor against some kid I’ll never meet.”

Miles snickered lowly. “Of course it was necessary. I care about you, Y/n. So much.”

All it took was one fleeting glance at his lips. The minute I did so, he crashed them against me desperately. I let out a quiet gasp, being taken aback, but my body felt the opposite of my brain. My hands pulled him tighter, and he lost his footing, collapsing on top of me. However, this wasn’t enough to deter him. Instead, he straddled my waist cupped my cheeks.

We had been each other first kisses. We were playing pretend when we were younger. He was the prince and I was the dragon he was saving from the evil princess. Ever since then, though, I hadn’t kissed anyone, including him. And including Quint, who only used me for my body.

And I could tell from how sloppy the kiss was that it was the same for him.

I pushed at his shoulders suddenly, and he pulled away. We were both panting quietly, and his black locks clung to the side of his face. His eyes were hazy with youthful lust and want, and only now did I feel unsure. Had I always felt this way for him, or had he but temporarily wooed me.

"Miles,” I whispered, completely breathless. “What is this?”

“Real,” he suddenly laughed. “I can’t believe it. You - you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to kiss you. I’ve only ever dreamed of it. God, you’re perfect, Y/n."

“…Really?” I squeaked. “This wasn’t just… you flirting again?”

He pressed his forehead against mine, releasing a breathy laughter. His fingers turned my flesh on fire. My mind went blank and I wanted nothing more than to kiss him again. Perhaps it was loneliness, but perhaps it was because it was him and I’d denied it all this time.

“Never, Y/n. I flirt with you for a reason, you dummy. I like you.”

I was flustered. Did I… like him back? It was hard to know if I did since I’ve hardly interacted with anyone other than the Fairchilds since birth. I didn’t want to enter a relationship when I didn’t have outside experience. That made sense, right?

“Miles… isn’t this all a bit sudden?”

His mouth twitched in displeasure, as though he wasn’t expecting rejection of any sort. He blinked in surprise, and he sat up slightly, still straddling my waist. He seemed lost in thought, and a part of me worried that he’d lose his temper. Miles was a good guy, but perhaps his upbringing didn’t teach him to hold anything other than moral ambiguity.

“Uh… yeah. Okay. I guess it is for you, but…. I can’t tell you how long I’ve been waiting for this.”

I was taken aback by how calm he was. This was the same person who almost murdered a classmate and often got suspended. Not to mention, the grown woman who served him was scared to defy a literal teenager. But… Miles was sweet. It was hard to deny that I didn’t like him.

I smiled, pushing his shoulders to create some distance. “Thanks, Miles. Oh. And don’t think I’m letting the expulsion go anytime soon.”

~~~

Most people reckon that swimming alone was boring. But to me, it was so very relaxing. And seeing as it was one of my few days off, I wanted nothing more than to get some alone time. I packed a basket of food, some word searches and puzzles, and had an entire afternoon of activities. Mrs. Grose insisted I don’t stay out too late, even though I longed for a sun nap.

My fingers twitched in the water as I back floated with my eyes shut. The sun warmed my front, while the water cooled my back. It was that of a warm blanket. I couldn’t help but smile. The only noises were that of birds, rushing water from the small, nearby waterfall, and rustling of trees. I swear, it was like I could fall asleep if I didn’t want to drown.

Despite the beautiful atmosphere, though, my mind was racing. Mrs. Grose was incredibly pissed about Miles expulsion and took it out on me since the other two were ‘in charge.’ Miles was getting more and more affectionate, which was sweet, but I still wanted things to be the same. And Flora was baffled by the negativity in the house, so I was frequently her playmate. The drama was more than enough, especially with homeschool and work.

I sighed in irritation, eating nothing more than to clear my head. I pushed my body up and swam further across the lake. At that point, it would probably be about ten feet deep. When I decided to wade, I dropped my head underneath before pulling myself out. I wiped my face with one hand, humming in satisfaction. My skin burned slightly from the beating sun.

My hands continued to glaze over the surface of the water. After a bit more of back floating, I decided to dive underneath the water. I was able to open my eyes, and the sun peeked through, allowing me to see a few feet. As though I had frog legs, I kicked further into the water, although I couldn’t see much deeper than that.

I turned over, needing to breathe. As I kicked my leg, it brushed across the bottom, or what was supposed to be the bottom. Instead, It felt like something cold that definitely felt like fingers brushed against my ankle. It felt like something had grabbed me, and it felt human.

Immediately, panic flooded my systems. In a flurry, I saw to the surface, gasping for air. I stared underneath the surface again, and yet it was clouded by darkness. It felt like the follicles of my flesh had an imprint from whatever had just touched me.

I never realized there were living things in the lake. It was so small that nothing more than frogs and water skiers could fit. And yet, I felt something. My mood was ruined and, controlled by my fear of the unknown, I swam back to shore desperately. My entire body felt heavy as I dragged myself onto shore. I kept glancing behind me to satiate the adrenaline coursing through my veins.

I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around my body, staring out toward the lake. The water was unmoving. And yet, I knew what I felt. It was… a hand? Something slimy and wet, yet cold and callous and wrinkled. Something boney.

As I thought further, it only frightened me. The atmosphere was ruined now that I had a sneaking suspicion a skeleton was at the bottom of the lake. I packed up my things, not having touched my snacks all. I would take my picnic to my bedroom instead.

~~~

I was in the lake. No… The lake had a shore. I was in an ocean. It was dark. The water was freezing. Goosebumps were crawling over my entire bodice. The only light came from the large, bulbous moon, glaring down at me.

And though I wafted in every which direction, there seemed to be no end to the ocean. The water was completely still, even when I moved. It was like I was dancing on a statuette. And as calm as it was, I did not feel alone. And that terrified me in this dystopian dream world.

And then, breaking the silence, came a noise from behind me. I swiftly turned, backing away from it. The surface of the water was bubbling profusely, as though air was escaping the ocean at an accelerated rate. With every passing second, the bubbles expanded and grew larger, so much that they splashed on me.

I covered my eyes with a hand momentarily to shield from the spray. But then, the bubbles ceased. The water became still, as though the bubbles were never there in the first place.

I removed my hand and glanced around. The ocean was deafeningly still. And yet, the bubbles had indicated that I wasn’t alone. In fact, I knew I wasn’t. But, it was a dream. What could possibly be haunting me so?

And then, horrifically, there was but one bubble. It was small, barely there at all, but it was right in front of me.

In terror, I turned to swim away. I kicked my leg out to gain distance between me and it, but instead, something cold and boney latched onto my bare ankle, tugging me sharply.

A scream bubbling in my throat as I kicked desperately with my free limb, but before I knew it, I was yanked under the surface. Water clouded my lungs and my eyes remained open, although I saw nothing but red hues of panic. I clawed at the water in front of me, but I was still dragged down further.

I peered over my shoulder. The water was pitch black. All I knew was that whatever had grabbed me was skeletal and strong and wasn’t letting go.

My vision was blurred. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t scream. I couldn’t - I couldn’t -

I sat up, gasping for air. All of the wet coldness dissolved into nothing, but what struck me as odd was that my forehead immediately collided into someone else’s. I could barely register what I was seeing minus the soft, fuzzy blackness that wiped across my face, mixed with pale flesh.

My nails dug into the mattress and I forced myself up and away until my back was pressed against the headboard of my bed. I was panting profusely, and beads of sweat rolled down my forehead. And only then could I register what I hit.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, it’s okay!” Miles panicked, attempting to stand up straight, but instead falling back onto the wooden floor with a loud thud. His black locks were a mess and his expression was rather blank. He was dressed in his pajamas, lacking a shirt. His chest was heaving up and down.

“What the fuck are you doing, Miles?” I shrieked, rolling onto the other side of the bed while clutching the blankets to my chest.

Miles brows furrowed as he stumbled to his feet and sat on the bed, reaching out. I flinched away as his trembling fingers did so, though, and he pulled away, hugging his arms to his chest. “I - I was just checking up on you. You looked distressed.”

“How long were you there?” I continued semi-angrily, more confused than anything. He had been so close. I swear, he must’ve been but a few inches from my face.

Miles shrugged, inching forward onto the bed again. “Are you okay? Did you have another nightmare —?”

“Um, yes. Yes, I did,” I answered quickly, becoming less tense. “But… not because of what you think. I… found something in the lake yesterday. It just doesn’t sit right with me.”

Miles visibly tensed, and he reached over to squeeze my thigh comfortingly. His glanced away, and that only confirmed that something was going on around here. Had… I stumbled across a dead body?

“Don’t worry about it. It was probably just seaweed,” he replied slowly.

A frown tugged t my lips and I placed my hand on top of his. “Miles… I think we should go check it out. I won’t sleep a wink until I know what it is.”

Miles Adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped. He definitely wasn’t ready to go out and explore, and it was fine if he didn’t want to come along. However, I’m sure he’d agree anyways because we were friends like that.

“Yeah, okay. Just… let me get dressed and we can go out to the lake. Let’s keep this on the down-low from Mrs. Grose, though,” he caved.

“Yeah, obviously,” I chuckled dryly. “She’d have my head if she found out we were doing things at night together.”

A ghost of a smirk appeared on Miles’ handsome features. “I mean, we can always do other things at night instead of investigating some lake —"

I clicked my tongue and slapped his bare upper arm. A blush spread like a wildfire across my cheeks, and I sent a playful glare. “You’re definitely laying it on thick. Instead of flirting, get out of my room so I can change.”

Mile looked rather smug retorting, "I don’t see why I need to leave for you to —"

I huffed and threw the covers off me, tossing it over his head to silence him. He finished the sentence, although it was muffled, as the blanket slid off his head. He rose to his feet as I began searching through my dresser and excused himself. Luckily, he was in the room next to me, so it would hardly be much of a wait.

And a few minutes later, we were off. We took a horse from the stable and galloped off with some waterproof flashlights. The Fairchild house was deadly silent when we left, and so was the property. Except for the galloping of the horse, everything else was silent. Even the wind was nonexistent. It was a chilly evening, no later than one a.m.

We pulled into the clearing, and Miles helped me get off. While he tied the horse to a nearby tree, I lifted my shirt above my head and tossed it onto the stoney beach while walking closer to the water’s depths. I heard an owl call and a ruffle of trees, but other than the octantal wildlife, our surroundings were empty.

“Damn, girl,” Miles called, and I clicked my tongue in distaste as I wiggled my skirt off.

I glanced behind me, to see that Miles had already discarded his shirt and was unbuckling his pants as well. It was an unspoken decision that we’d just go in our underwear to waive Mrs. Grose’s suspicions. I felt rather demure, as I don’t recall being intimately exposed with Miles before. Well, not since we were kids and he told me to get toys for his bath.

I was broken out of my stupor as his flashlight suddenly stared me right in the eyes. I winced and covered, which made him chuckle. I could still feel his gaze glued to my body, though, and an embarrassed blush consumed my attention, rather than the subconscious fear of returning to the lake.

I turned my flashlight on, too, and dipped my toes in the freezing water. I winced, but took entire steps in anyways until the water was up to my knees. Shivers rolled down my spine, and Miles exchanged glances between the water and me.

“You’re sure you want to do this? I mean, it was probably nothing,” he tittered.

I narrowed my eyes at him. “I have to. For all we know, Mrs. Grose could be hiding something. Or you could be. I mean, you seem very against the idea.”

“I just… don’t see why we can’t come at a nicer time of day,” he argued.

“I mean, you can always wait by the shore. You didn’t have to come.”

He furrowed his brows, an unknown emotion swarming his pupils. “Yes I did.”

I was caught aback by the shift in tone and gulped. I took a few more steps into the water, ripples racing across the surface. Miles was shivering loudly as it was, and instead stayed where he was. I wasn’t sure why he was so against the idea. Usually, Miles was the one who liked sneaking out and breaking rules.

My heart became more erratic when my feet could barely touch the sandy bottom. I decided that I’d dive into the bottom from there so I could scale the bottom. At least this time I was prepared for something to grab me. I held my breath and curved my body inwards, diving under the surface.

With a few more kicks, I collided with the bottom. I adjusted my body and quickly surveyed the area with my flashlight. There were a few frog eggs, underwater plants, and fancy rocks but that was about it. I continued to swim along the bottom, my heart in my stomach as I did so.

I needed to breathe. However, it felt like I was close. My heart was pounding as a warning in my chest, but I took one more surge across the bottom.

I couldn’t help but open my mouth, releasing a muffled scream. Water invaded my lungs as I came face to face with a body. But not just anyone. It was Peter Quint, hardly captivated. All of his flesh was hanging onto his bones by a strand. His large stature had his entire stomach floating inside of his rib cage loosely. One eyeball had fallen out of his head, attached only by a red string. It was like a wig had come off, because the entire top of his head had melted off, revealing a watery, reflective brain. One leg was buried in sand, and one arm that was but a skeleton was reaching up.

He had been dead for a very, very long time.

In terror and disparity, I pushed myself to the surface again. Even when I braced it, I couldn’t help but cough out water. I had dropped my flashlight, and it reminded me of what I’d just found. I flailed in the water, not seeming to be in control of my own body.

An arm wrapped around my torso, pulling me to the shore. I was barely aware of Miles presence until he was leering over me and pressing his hands into my bare stomach to push out the rest of the water. I punched at his arms, tears streaming down my face.

He knew. He had to. Did everyone know except me?

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For the Record - Finn Wolfhard x Reader

HI!! This is my first thing on Tumblr ever. I've never written anything (I usually just lurk haha) but there is a severe lack of wholesome Finn Wolfhard content on here... so this is my contribution. I hope it's okay!! I tried to keep this all gender neutral, hopefully it is. :)

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It was a day like any other. You woke up in your one bedroom in Vancouver, got ready, and walked to the small record store where you worked. It was overcast, but the sun peeking through the clouds told you it wasn't going to rain yet. This April morning in particular felt like "After Hours" by The Velvet Underground. Your footsteps were like the song's simple baseline on the pavement, and Moe Tucker's soft voice was the wind in the trees.

The bell on the door chimed as you swung it open, inhaling the scent of old vinyl records and the incense that your coworker Nico always burned. She was sweet, despite what people assumed from her bleach blonde buzz cut, heavy makeup, and two full sleeves of tattoos. She was the kind of 20-something person you'd expect to work in a store like this, she was spunky and confident and whenever it was her turn to man the store's music she always played some 80's post-punk rock. You weren't as self-assured as her, still figuring yourself out in your second year of college, but one thing you knew was that you loved music. This job was perfect for you, and even if you weren't as cool or confident as Nico, you sure knew your way around this store, which is why you were often left restocking the shelves while she stood at the register.

You gave her a small hello and a wave as you walked past the counter at the front of the store and to the back, wheeling out the cart full of boxes of records and CDs that needed organizing. It was a slow day, which was expected, since majority of your business didn't happen at 10 AM on Tuesdays, and your customers were usually rowdy teenagers trying to look cool for Instagram who came in on the weekends, or old men who came in the evenings, looking through the classic rock section. You were shuffling through the "M" section when the bell over the door rang. As you turned to look at who had just walked in, you couldn't help but stare. This was no rowdy teenager or old man. He looked to be about your age, with deep brown eyes and dark curly hair that poked out from under a beanie. He wore a brown corduroy jacket and black pants and beat up Vans and you didn't think you had ever seen anyone look so good at 10 AM on a Tuesday. You quickly looked back down, picking up some old Modest Mouse record, and tried to pretend like you hadn't been checking out this oddly attractive guy that was... walking towards you. He was walking towards you. Holy shit.

"Hey." God. Of course his voice was beautiful too. You looked up at him, and seeing him here in front of you made your heart palpitate. He had freckles across his nose and you wanted to count all of them. He had the most gorgeous cheekbones and a sharp jawline that moved as he talked and he was talking and you had absolutely no idea what he had said after he'd greeted you. Shit.

"I'm so sorry, I totally missed what you just said." You bit the inside of your cheek and placed another record on the shelf. God, one cute boy talks to me once and I can't even hold it together.

"Oh no worries." He let out a small breathy laugh, and reached up to scratch at the back of his neck. "I was just wondering if you guys carried, like, movie soundtracks."

"We probably do! As long as it's not too niche, if you know the genre or composer or something I can try to find it for you." You gave him a smile as you turned to him fully.

He smiled back, and of course it was perfect. His whole face seemed to light up, and his eyes sparkled, and his grin was toothy and ever so slightly crooked in a way that made you feel like you were floating. He said the name of some movie you'd never actually watched, but you thought you remembered seeing the name while you were restocking yesterday, and you led him over to it's corresponding shelf, near the back of the store. It was your favorite corner because you had gotten to help decorate it a bit, adding fairy lights and putting some of your personal favorite albums on display. There was also a small red leather sofa, and you'd sit and read there when days were slow.

"You guys actually have everything here." He said softly as he took the record from your hands, and gazed over at a display you set up a little over a week ago. "Thank you."

"Yeah of course. It's my job, after all."

He smiled and shook his head, turning to look at the shelf that you'd dubbed your "Dad Rock Display", complete with Don't Tell a Soul by The Replacements, some Eric Clapton, and a little Hendrix for good measure. He picked up The Replacements record and flipped it around to read the track list.

"Oh, that's one of my favorites. I really like this one track, "Portland," it's on the extended version." You moved to stand next to him, and fidgeted with your thumbs as he made eye contact and tilted his head to the side, a small smile still playing on his lips.

"Yeah, they're pretty cool. I've only listened to stuff off of Tim, I think."

"That one is good too! If you don't have it on vinyl yet I could find it for you."

The next hour or so flew by as you chatted with the stranger about music you liked and movies you hadn't seen ("No way you haven't seen The Goonies! That's borderline criminal!"). You led him around the store, showing him your favorite records and telling him stories about musicians ("Did you know John Lennon claimed to have seen a UFO back in the '70s?"). It was nice to finally have someone who liked the same music you did, and he genuinely seemed interested in everything you said, making your heart skip a beat every time he made eye contact and nodded, or smiled and laughed at the stupid jokes you made. By the time he checked out and waved goodbye, you still felt like you were floating.

"Dude." You turned to look at Nico, who was looking at you with wide eyes and a massive, shit-eating grin. "Do you even know who that was?"

"What are you talking about?" You replied, leaning against the counter she was stood behind.

She hunched over on her elbows and blinked. "Finn Wolfhard! Stranger Things! It! Huge actor guy! You're telling me you had no idea?"

You whipped your head around to look at her. "What? No. I had no idea. I swear! Wow. What are the odds?"

"I don't know, I thought you knew because you kept following him around and flirting. I half expected you to ask for his autograph, the way you were staring."

"I wasn't flirting! Or staring! He's just..." You trailed off.

"What? Cute? Man, you should've given him your number or something." She clapped her hand on your shoulder. "Does he even know your name?"

You mentally facepalmed. He didn't know your name. You just happened to talk for an hour with a super attractive guy who had great taste in music and who was also apparently a world-renowned actor, and you hadn't given him your name.

"Maybe he'll come back someday. I dunno."

"Maybe."

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And someday did come. Eventually. It had been about two weeks of you replaying that Tuesday in your mind. Today was a Monday morning, and as expected, the store was empty. Nico was out today, so you sat behind the counter, half reading the book you'd brought to work and half daydreaming.

It was a fairly typical weekday, and as you got up to switch the song playing in the store, you noticed a crowd outside. When you turned off the music, you heard yelling too. As you began to walk out from behind the register to get a better look at what was going on, the bell on the door rang as it flung open.

And there he was. Finn Wolfhard, giving you a weak smile as he gently closed the door.

"Hi." He said, a little out of breath.

"Hi?" You said, standing directly in front of him now, your eyes squinted a bit as you craned your neck to look at the crowds outside.

"Paparazzi. I'm so sorry, they can't legally follow me in here, though. I think."

"You know, when you came in here the other day I had no idea you were, like, famous. That's so cool."

"Yeah, it's... cool. Sometimes." He gestured towards the paparazzi with a defeated look on his face.

"Sometimes." You agreed. "Do you want to sit down or something? You can listen to some music if you want, I was just about to put some on if you have any recommendations." You gave him a small, closed-mouth smile as you gestured to your favorite spot in the back with the red couch and the fairy lights. Over the past few weeks, you'd changed all the displays around the store, and your "Dad Rock Display" had become more of a "Finn Rock Display," filled with records you thought he might enjoy. Some Beatles, some Bowie, and a Small Faces record you hoped he'd think was good.

"Thank you so much. Hey, I never got your name. I'm Finn."

"I know," you grinned. "I'm Y/N."

"It's nice to meet you again, Y/N. Sorry I didn't come back sooner. Being this amazing and talented proves to be pretty damn time-consuming." He paused, recoiling at his previous sentence. "I hope you know I'm joking."

"Yeah, sure." you smiled and looked down. "And it's all good. You're welcome here any time."

He was glad you weren't looking up at him when heat rose to his face. He fidgeted for a moment, and then said, "I have to wait them out for like a solid half hour at least, or they're for sure gonna mob me walking out of here."

"Okay, that's fine. It'll be nice to have company, nobody really comes in at this time."

And thats where you left your conversation. You put on a playlist that was full of recommendations he had given you the last time you saw him, and he sat on the couch in the back, reading something on his phone. When "Portland" by The Replacements came on, you were sure you saw him smile over the top of your book.

A half hour went by, and just like he said, the crowd outside was pretty much gone. He seemed to notice this too, and got up to stand by the counter.

"Thank you so much, Y/N. Really. I hope this isn't too forward or anything, but I was wondering if we could see each other outside of your work?" He looked down at his hands, tracing patterns on the countertop.

You felt your face heat up again. "Yes! Of course!" Woah, tone it down. He's not asking you to marry him. You looked at him. "Do you maybe want my number?"

So he left, but not without a smile and a nod and making you a contact in his phone.

After your shift was over, you spent the afternoon in bed, scrolling through who knows what on your phone. Then, you heard a familliar little ping! Looking at the top of your screen, you smiled as you saw that it was a text from Finn.

I was thinking we could go to the drive in this Saturday? theyre playing the goonies at 7 if youre free :)

You smiled as another text came through:

I'll bring snacks. And I'll pick you up

You texted back that yes you were free and that sounds lovely and soon enough you found yourself in the laying back of Finn Wolfhard's white BMW, half watching the iconic 80s film and half watching Finn watching the iconic 80s film. It was perfect. He did bring snacks, but those were long gone by the time the movie was over, and he began to sit up.

"See, I told you. It was great."

"For the record, I never doubted you." You sat up too as he got out of the trunk, offering you his hand to help you down.

"For the record, you totally did."

You smiled and shook your head as you hopped down, unable to come up with some witty joke or reply once you felt his hand in yours, his grip firm as he steadied you. Once your feet hit the ground, you landed inches in front of him, suddenly gazing directly into his chocolate brown eyes, while he found himself gazing into yours. Neither of you said a word, and the world seemed to fall silent as the only things you could hear were your breathing and your heartbeat, which was steadily increasing.

It was a beautiful night and a beautiful moment, and the sun had set as the movie played, leaving only the stars and the smell of petrichor in it's wake.

Like all moments do, though, it passed. He cleared his throat and let go of your hand in favor of shutting the trunk of his car, walking you to the passenger seat, opening the door and shutting it for you when you were seated. You whispered a small thank you, but you were too flustered to trust yourself with properly speaking, and if you could read minds, you would know that Finn was too. The drive back was mostly silent, except for the soft instrumentals of the CD he had brought for the ride.

A question hung in the air of the night: Would you two have kissed? If he hadn't pulled away, if you had lingered there for a moment longer, would you have leaned forward just a few inches and closed the gap? You knew in your heart that the answer was yes, and so did he.

In fact, Finn was just looking for the right moment, but when he looked over at you to see you gazing out of the window of his car, he realized that he had just had it (and then promptly ruined it). He let out a breath and watched you walk through the door of your building after saying goodbye. You turned and waved before closing it, backlit by the orange overhead lights of the lobby, and he was relieved that he was parked by the sidewalk, a ways away from you, because in that moment you were the most beautiful person he had ever seen, and he was absolutely bright red in the face as he waved goodbye.

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Other than your almost-kiss, which was constantly replaying in your mind, it was the perfect date. You gushed about it to Nico the following Monday, with your head in the palms of your hands, elbows resting on the counter of the record store.

"He was such a gentleman! He even opened the door for me, and we almost kissed after the movie, and..."

"Sounds like a great guy. You almost kissed?" She gave you a pointed look. "Why didn't you? Did he say something? Do something?"

"No, he didn't. I think I made it awkward or something. Maybe I looked a little desperate? I haven't really been on a proper date since... ever?"

"Nah, I've seen the way he looks at you. You'll have to try again on the second date or something..." She trailed off, looking behind you.

"What do you mean looks at me? I don't know if he'd even want to kiss me on the second date. What if there isn't even a second date?"

"I would absolutely want to kiss you on the second date." A new voice chimed in. A new voice that didn't sound so new at all. It actually sounded exactly like...

You turned around, eyes bulging out of your head, and you were face-to-face with the man of the hour. You didn't hear the bell on the door ring, but there he was.

"Finn!"

"Y/N!" He mimicked your surprised tone and gave you a toothy grin.

"I'll leave you two alone for now," Nico said, slinking through the back door behind the register with a knowing look on her face.

"How much of that did you hear?" You were sure he could hear your heartbeat now; it felt like it was going to fall out of your ribcage.

He tilted his head to the side and smiled. "Just the last part." He paused, looking down at your lips and then back to your eyes. "I actually really wanted to kiss you on Saturday, for the record. Just didn't have the balls."

"I..." You tried to recollect your thoughts, and make your voice come out less like a whisper and slightly more normal. "Yeah I didn't either. I mean I did. Want to kiss you. I didn't..."

"Yeah." He took a step closer to you, and leaned against the counter in the same way you were, linking your fingers together on top of the glass surface. "So," his voice was softer now, "is it okay if I do it now? Or would you rather wait for the second date? If you want to."

Your breath hitched as he grew closer. "I want to."

"Yeah? Okay." He drew back.

"Kiss you, I mean. Now." Your voice was soft now, too.

He squeezed your hand, and you squeezed back. His other hand came up to cup your jaw, and yours moved to the back of his neck, toying with his soft curls.

When your lips finally met, it felt like heaven. It was gentle and loving and his lips were pliant and soft against yours. He tasted like mint toothpaste and cherry cola and you would've thought it would be a gross combination but when it was Finn it was perfect. He was perfect.

He was the chorus in Lou Reed's "Love Makes You Feel." He was the instrumental at the end of "Layla" by Derek & The Dominoes, when the piano built and built to a crescendo and it sounded like love. And he was "Something" by The Beatles. And he was everything all at once. Every love song and every Hendrix guitar solo, every quiet morning in the record store. He was a cozy afternoon inside with a warm cup of tea and an old record playing and he was the vanilla candle you burnt when it rained.

When you finally pulled away your breath was heavy, and his was too. But you didn't move your hands from their place on the counter as you looked into his eyes and counted his freckles.

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Finn Wolfhard x Reader (Based on True Events)

IMAGINE

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

“Finn Wolfhard????????” You ask.

“Yep, its me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The End

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barbie girl ｡˚ ⋆꒰ა♡໒꒱⋆ ˚｡ 🎀🍉

mike wheeler x doll collector! fem reader

smut. this is fucking nasty so if u guys dont like mike wheeler smut just s c r o l l ♡♪

age pairing : 17-18

warnings : none

the exchange of looks and stares between you and a classmate of yours in chemistry bubbled across the hallway. you had taken an interest towards this boy, “wheeler” as you called him. his glare towards you always sent chills to your spine. or even to your throbbing— we aren’t there yet.

it wasn’t a joke that he was hot. he was really hot for a nerd. his fingers always got your panties in a bunch. his nose— oh god don’t even get started with his nose. his nose is perfect and to think of it, his curls were cute.

you guys were partnered up for a project and he had to come to your house to finish, and that’s how he ended up in your room, admiring your collection.

mike considered himself a gentleman, a respectable boy, but boy did he reconsider those words as soon as he saw what you were wearing. half of the time he was over, he was either talking to you or staring at your hardened nipples under your shirt due to the cold temperature of your ac.

“you collect barbies?”

“yeah.”

“don’t you think they’re kind of uh.. creepy? imagine sleeping and first thing you see when you wake up is a doll.”

“i don’t think so. they’re quite pretty to me, to be honest”

“i don’t really have a collection. i play dungeons and dragons.”

his fingers lingered on your barbie doll that you were quite fond of. your malibu barbie. a wave of confidence washed over you.

you had remembered the lingerie set you bought a couple of months ago on impulse. it wasn’t like you were actually planning to fuck someone. you weren’t a virgin. you had taken a few polaroids of yourself wearing the dainty pink lace panties and the bra that was almost spilling your huge breasts.

“i’ve got a barbie you can play with.”

mike felt his cheeks go red. what was she implying? immediately, dirty thoughts went onto his pretty head. he had always thought that y/n l/n was hot, first of all, she was a cheerleader. she was pretty. he just chose to ignore those lingering feelings he had because he didn’t want a relationship.

“is this gonna be a one time thing?” he asked. they were both slowly closing the gap between them, feeling their hot breaths on each other. “it’s up to you, mike.” slowly sliding down her own straps of her pink gingham tank top.

“i don’t want it to be a one time thing.”

“so do i.”

those words made him push over the edge, as you pushed him to your bed and straddled him on top, grazing your fingers on the evident bulge in his jeans. he pulled you to his face and you guys started to make out.

you unbutton his shirt while his hands were fondling your thighs, later you came to unzip his jeans and later his underwear, leaving him completely unclothed. he went to pull your tank top until you stopped him.

“ah ah ah. you don’t get to touch me.”

“come on y/n. please let me touch you—“

“you have to work for it, baby”

feeling defeat, you had tied mike onto your bed posts. your bed didn’t look any different to your barbies’ clothes. it was all styled in pink and lace.

you teasingly take your shorts off. leaving you in your sheer pink panties that made mike drool at the sight of your pussy. sitting beside him, you slowly pull your panties showing him your glistening core.

“i wanna touch you so bad, barbie girl.”

“good things come to those who wait, ken.”

you unclipped your bra revealing your tits. mike watched your breasts move with a slack jaw, the tip of his dick having a shade of an angry red. of course, you didn’t fail to see that so you did him a favor.

“you’re so big mike” “how will you fit in me?” you showered him with praises that didn’t fail to make him moan as your fingers were wrapped around his cock with your spit coated in it.

you crawl on top of him, only for his mouth to be met with your cunt. immediately he latched his mouth onto your pussy, and licked a stripe up, leaving you shuddering with his touch. kitten licks turned into big licks. big licks turned into sucking. the sucking turned into him plunging his tongue in and out your throbbing core, making you catch your high and throw your head back in pleasure.

mike grabbed onto your hips to support you, further, his hands started to dig onto your supple skin. “m-mike— i’m close- oh god” the overstimulation made you feel weak. you eventually started grinding on his face. it had only been a few minutes yet this boy had made you come more than 2 times. you felt yourself release, him lapping up your juices with his tongue.

you pulled off his mouth and collapsed on the other side of the bed. “you alright?” he asked. he sat up and looked at you, noticing your chest was heaving up and down.

“i have an idea.”

“well, we can make that idea happen if you untie me.”

“oh i will.”

you had grabbed your lipstick shaped vibrator from the drawer of your nightstand, mike parting his lips in shock of all the toys you have hidden in your drawer. you quickly untied his wrists from the posts of your bed, him immediately getting on top of you and starting to kiss you.

“what are we gonna do with that little toy of yours?”

“use it on me, please.”

“mmh, what if i don’t wanna?”

“i don’t take no for an answer pretty boy.”

next thing you know, you were sprawled in your bed. legs parted wide and mike dragging the vibrator across your pussy. “o-oh! oh my god- fuck!” you said gripping the sheets. he had increased the speed of the toy, making you buck your hips unconsciously. surprisingly you squirt. (bye wtf im crying how does squirting even work)

“oh god, you’re a squirter-“ “shut up!”

“i wanna fuck you even more now”

“then do it mike”

he had lined his cock up your pussy and started to ease himself in slowly. he starts to pound in your pussy in a controllable speed, then it goes faster. faster until you feel like your back was going to break after all that arching. you could even see the tip of his cock visibly inside your womb.

“shit— you feel so good barbie.”

“faster- faster- please baby”

loud moans were heard across the room. you were thankful that your parents were away this week for a vacation in italy. if your parents were home, god you would’ve been grounded for half the year.

“y/n?”

“yeah?”

“can i um— ask you something? its- its more of a favor but like—“

“what is it?”

“could you uh— ride me.”

you looked at him with a surprised look painted on your face. you didn’t expect him to ask you for a favor like that, as if you weren’t the one who started this fuck session with him. his cheeks were red out of embarrassment, you smiled as soon as you saw his face and agreed with his “favor”.

you flip each other’s positions, leaving him under you. you sink onto his dick, firstly, moving your hips back and forth, ending up with you vigorously bouncing on him.

his moans were loud. he was whining like a bitch, showering you with praises like “y/n you’re so good..” “so fucking beautiful” “you feel so great oh god—“ he felt himself slowly reaching his high. he didn’t have a condom on. “y-y/n i’m about to cum.” he spoke so softly.

“i didn’t put a condom on”

“it’s okay, you can do it inside.”

those words pushed him over the edge, releasing inside of you. as soon as you felt his cum inside you, the knots inside were erupted.

you collapsed on to the other side of the bed looking at him. his eyes shut and his lips parted, chest heaving.

“that was nice” you said. just so that the silence wasn’t so awkward.

“yeah. you know, i’ve always liked you.”

“you did?”

“yeah.” he said. kissing your lips softly. it wasn’t like anything you had done just a few seconds ago. it was a sweet kiss. the ones you share with pure love in it.

you guys were totally fucked up the next day tho, you had forgotten about the reason why he was even over at your house.

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