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Day 2: Roleplay - Ghostface!Steve Harrington

Summary: It had been your idea to dress up for Halloween as characters from Scream but what happens when you forget it’s Steve under the mask.

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, consensual non-consent (CNC), roleplay, fear play, mask kink, being chased, discussion of safe words, groping, fingering, edging, hair pulling, rough sex, hand over mouth, creampie

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“I think I'm getting old”, came the frustrated grumble from your tired, fussy boyfriend Steve Harrington. His words weren’t boisterous as he muttered them under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck and staring down at the costume laid out for him on the bed.

Not reacting to him immediately, you continue applying the eyeshadow to your eyelid, smiling as you peeked at him in the mirror, his hands resting on his hips. Biting your lip to refrain from grinning or laughing, you innocently asked, “Why’s that Stevie?”

“Because I don’t want to go to this stupid party! I just wanna stay in and watch movies”. Steve began running his fingers through his recently washed hair, the ends curling gently over the tips of his shoulders but fluffy in texture as he had yet to style it with spray and gel.

You placed your brush on the dressing table and gave him your full attention in the mirror's reflection. “It's not a stupid party; it’s a Halloween party! There’s a difference”, you say enthusiastically to try and perk up his spirits. Steve continued to look down at the bed, only raising an eyebrow in a half-ass attempt at showing his excitement, so you turned on your stool, facing directly towards him. Sighing forcefully, you stood and approached with long, sweeping steps. “Come on! It’s only this one party, and then we can stay in for the rest of the year!” Trying to use all your manipulative tactics to sweeten him up. Fluttering your eyelashes up at him, your arms circled his waist, lifting his strong arms to settle over your shoulders.

Steve finally managed to tear his gaze away from the costume and towards you, but only so he could dramatically pout out his full bottom lip, his long, thick eyelashes curling up and nearly stroking his eyebrows as you melted into his warm coffee-coloured eyes. He was so handsome, and he didn’t even have to try.

Your nimble fingers slid beneath his shirt to feel the soft skin of his hips as you continued to try and elevate his excitement, “It’ll be fine, Steve, I promise”. Lifting onto your tiptoes, you captured his pouted lips with a brief, sweet kiss.

“It’s just not the same as they used to be. Are you sure you don’t want me to drive us there so it’ll save us some time to get back home again?” Steve asked as his hands smoothed over your bare shoulders, pulling you flush against his body and his warmth seeping into your skin.

You pulled away a step to give him a deadpan look, “It’s only a block away. I’m sure you’ll survive, and anyway, if you hate it, we can leave at any point”.

“Promise?”

“I promise, but we are still going. I’ve spent way too much money on the costumes to let them go to waste”, you explain whilst pulling out of his hold and sitting back in front of the mirror to continue finishing your makeup.

Steve’s attention returned to his costume, picking up the black cloak and white mask and holding it out in front of him. “Ok, I can take a quick guess as to who I’m dressing up as, but who are you supposed to be?”

You were still in your underwear, but to show him who you meant, you quickly flicked on the shoulder-length blonde wig and turned to him. “I’m Casey Becker, you know, Drew Barrymore, the girl that got killed at the start of Scream. I’m her after your Ghostface character kills me”, you explain whilst pointing to the wool cream jumper covered in splotches of deep red fake blood to match the stains on your neck and chest.

“Right”, Steve mutters before chewing on his lip, fingers once more returning to stroke through his hair before he reluctantly moves to the bathroom to continue getting ready, costume in hand.

You smiled triumphantly to yourself and continued getting ready, dressed in the simple jeans and once-cream jumper now decorated with fake stab wounds.

Waiting impatiently for Steve, with your arms crossed and foot tapping on the floor, you gently knocked on the bathroom door, asking, “You ready in there, Ghostface?”

As if he was waiting for you, the door swung open almost immediately, making you jump back on instinct, but the sight before you caused a deep warmth to flush through your body. The white scream mask was resting on the top of his head, pushing his hair out of his eyes so you could still see his face, but seeing Steve in the black cloak was doing something erotic to your body; you knew this outfit would be the right decision.

Steve's mouth opened as if he was going to say something, but he noticed how you shifted your weight from one foot to another, watching your eyes unfocus as they travelled up the length of his lean body, and he knew that you were becoming aroused. Confidence pumped through his veins as his spine straightened so he could pump his chest out slightly before casually leaning against the door frame, his ankle crossed over the other.

“Let me guess, you’re into this? You little freak”, he trailed off as he visually inspected your costume. Even though it wasn’t revealing anyway, his pupils expanded as he bit his lip hungrily.

Blinking quickly and shaking your head, you tried to snap your attention back to him and not all of the nasty thoughts of him wearing this costume whilst pleasuring you. Glancing away from him, you tried to remain casual and calm, “I don’t know what you mean, Harrington. Come on, let’s go, we’re already late”.

The two of you walked in the moonlight, the streetlights blinking from being faulty, but that didn’t stop the two of you from swinging your clasped hands between your bodies. Steve still had his mask pushed up onto his head so that he could watch his step and still look towards you and his vision not be distorted.

“So what is it that you like? Is it the violence? The costume? The evilness? The murder”, he extended the last word as he dipped his face and knocked his forehead against your cheek as you pushed him away laughing.

You didn’t answer him, but he was sure to have noticed how warm your face was and the unsubtle looks you were giving him from the corner of your eye. To be frank, you were near enough drooling over him in the slash killer costume. You weren’t sure what it was; maybe you were falling into the fantasy, knowing the character was a psycho killer but had your beautiful boyfriend's face, knowing he wouldn’t hurt you but still looked scary and murderous.

Steve continued talking, not phased by your silence, “Maybe I should wear this costume when we get home, especially as it’s getting you so hot and bothered. I haven’t seen you like this since I was in my scoops ahoy sailors outfit”. His sizeable, warm hand squeezed yours to show he was teasing as his shoulder bumped into yours.

“Will you stop it? We’re nearly there, and then you can go and annoy someone else”, you say matter-of-factly.

Steve scoffs, “Why would I want to do that when I seem to be doing such a good job of annoying you?”. Without missing a beat, he released your hand, but only so he could wrap his arms around your waist to spin you around on the spot, causing you to scream out and kick your legs to try and make him put you down.

“Steve, stop!” you laughed despite the harshness of your tone. Thankfully, when he finally placed you back onto your two feet, he kissed your lips, then returned to holding your hand and tugging you along for the rest of the journey towards the party.

Once the two of you had arrived, he kept his mask down, which was where you became even more confused and momentarily forgot that it was Steve and not a random guy. Especially as he kept quietly stalking up next to you, and after a few times of you jumping in freight, he found his new favourite game for the night; the drinking and the dancing were not his priority with his plans for the night.

Steve even managed to sneak into the bathroom as he overheard you saying to Robin that you were about to go and use it. He hid behind the shower curtain, waiting for you to use the toilet before sliding behind your warm body as you washed your hands, his hands caging around you, forcing your hips into the countertop.

You screamed in fright as his mask hovered close to the shell of your ear. “What’s your favourite scary movie?” he asked, trying to use a low voice to copy the movie.

For a second, you forgot it was Steve, the thumping from your heart showing your anxiety until it all returned to you. Glaring at him in the mirror whilst clutching your chest, you chastised him, “Steve! You scared the fucking shit out of me, stop doing that!”

Steve only laughed at your reaction, loosening his hold around you enough that you could turn in his arms and push up his mask to see his hair wet from sweat sticking to his forehead and a broad smile across his handsome face.

“Sorry baby, I didn’t mean to scare you; it’s only me! Anyway, I don’t know why you keep freaking out; you’re the one who wanted me to wear this outfit”.

You were about to continue telling him off when he cut you off with a simple press of his lips against yours, lingering for a second and capturing your breath before pulling away, his lids heavy as he stared at the area where you were both just connected. He always knew how to win you around again, and you instantly found yourself forgiving him for the jump scare.

Gently you shoved his chest before gripping a handful of the black cloak, mumbling, “Asshole, I thought we were supposed to be a team”.

Steve’s gloved fingers tipped your chin so you’re forced to look up at him as he gave you a condescending head tilt. “Aww, you don’t have to be scared of me, Princess. I won’t hurt you. Unless that’s what you want, hmm?” his voice lowered as he pushed his body further against yours, his chest brushing against yours as his face dropped closer. He was so close that you could smell the beer on his breath, and you were entirely ready to fall into whatever he had planned, which, with the look he was giving you, was something naughty.

However, all of your hopes and dreams for having a quick fuck were destroyed as Steve dramatically bellowed, “Maybe I’ll gut you like a fish! Blah”, he began to act out, stabbing your stomach with the retractable plastic knife that was a part of the costume.

A heavy sigh left your mouth as you rolled your eyes, pushing past him as he pretended blood was spurting out of your middle, mimicking actions and being his usual goofy self. Usually, you’d be laughing with him. Still, damn, you were distracted and highly hopeful for the other things you had planned, slightly disappointed that he hadn’t gone through with them, especially as you were only seconds away from sinking to your knees and submitting to him.

The party continued for a few more hours, and Steve was more than ready to leave; having stopped drinking at midnight, he was getting to the end of his social battery. You were, too, so the two of you, thankfully, exited the silent streets hand in hand. You looked significantly different from when you’d arrived; the wig was missing as others had been trying it on, and now, it had disappeared, and the make-up and fake blood had mostly sweated off from your brief stints of dancing.

On the other hand, Steve still looked effortlessly beautiful, with his outfit still looking the same, but you were sure he must have been sweating under the thick, dark material.

Halfway home, your steps were abruptly halted as Steve stopped, patting over his clothes, looking for something, and cursing loudly when he couldn’t find it. “Shit, fuck! I left the keys at the party!”

“What! Steve, I’m not walking back there. Why did you even take them out of your pocket?!” you rub your tired eyes, frustrated and adamant that you wouldn’t walk the small distance back to the party.

Steve gave you an apologetic smile, and his lips pressed together firmly. “I’m sorry, babe, I’ll only be a minute; just wait here.” He turned and began jogging back to the party, around the corner and out of your sight.

Standing in the quiet Halloween night, the chill from the autumnal breeze ran more profound than just your skin as you became instantly unnerved by being on your own as the streetlamp at the end of the street continued to flick on and off. Rubbing your hands up and down your arms to try and keep yourself warm, you quietly whispered to yourself for Steve to hurry up, wanting nothing more than to be in bed with his arms wrapped around you.

“Come on, Stevie”, you pleaded under your breath, the warmth of it fogging in the air in front of your face. Dancing on the spot slightly, you moved your numbing fingers down your sides to slide them into your back pockets to steal some heat, but then they were interrupted by the cool metal of your door keys. “Shit!” you fumed, not remembering that you’d had the keys on you the entire time, and Steve didn’t forget them and had made a wasted trip.

Staring in the direction he’d left again, you internally cursed yourself, knowing that Steve would return pissed off and irritable with you. Deciding that it would probably save some time if you also returned to the party to find Steve, you took a single step back down the street, but a branch crack splintered through the air. Your head twisted toward the noise, but all you could see were twisting, endless shadows that even the occasional flash of the street light couldn’t illuminate.

Taking a deep breath to try and steady the nerves that were tremouring through your body, enough so that you clasped your fingers together to see if that would cease the movements. Maybe you were paranoid, but you could have sworn someone was watching. You wouldn’t even say it was paranoia anymore as you were sure someone was watching because the hairs along your arms and the back of your neck stood on end.

MybMaybe was just some drunken kids from the party or someone in one of the homes that lined the streets looking out of the window to see who was standing on the sidewalk. However, you couldn’t spot any curtains opening or see any drunken person stumbling with their steps.

You weren’t sure what to do; usually, when you felt uncomfortable or frightened, you would be with Steve, and he’d do anything to pull you out of the situation. You could run back to your home, but then you’d be there all by yourself, and then what would happen when Steve left the party to find that you weren’t waiting for him anymore? Maybe you could go back towards the party and meet Steve, but that also meant you’d be walking past the area where the loud noise had come from.

“Is anyone there?!” you shouted in the general direction of the noise, hoping it would draw people's attention or frighten off whoever was there.

“Don’t you watch scary movies? You’re never supposed to shout who’s there”. Out of the shadows creeped Ghostface, his mask down and the plastic knife in his gloved hand at his side.

Thankfully, for once, due to your body being on high alert, you instantly remembered that this was Steve and not a stranger and recognised his voice, which had been challenging to do at the party.

Clutching your chest, you sucked in a greedy breath, “Steve! You fucking scared me. Why the hell would you do that?” Steve didn’t respond. He just casually strolled forward, almost swaggering with his steps, masked head tilted slightly. Trying to calm your pounding heart, you nervously pulled the keys out of your back pocket to show him, I’ve got the keys. I’m sorry, I didn’t even know I had them in my jeans pockets”. You rambled on, the nerves continuing to take over your body as he didn’t say anything, just taking step after step towards you.

The keys in your hand rattled from your shakes, and finally, instinct took over as you took a giant step backwards, away from Steve. Your thoughts were all over the place. This was Steve; you could tell by the height and build, and it had been his voice that had spoken/ However, the way he was walking towards you like he was searching for his prey, his next victim, the thrill of it all gave you the wrong reaction, despite your fear, you were getting turned on by it.

Warmth bloomed in the apples of your cheeks that spread through your chest and deep into your abdomen, nipples pebbling beneath your jumper and rubbing against the inside of your bra. With each step that Steve took forward, you’d take one backwards, a game of cat and mouse ensuring.

A moment of silence passed, the two of you just staring at one another, until he lifted his fake knife and your eyes were drawn to this as he drawled, “Aren’t you going to run, Princess?”

It was an automatic response, the flight or fight intuition kicking in as you immediately ran. You ran like there was an actual killer after you, adrenaline and fear pulsing through your veins that helped keep your instincts on high alert as you ran toward your home. Even though your home wasn’t far away, it still felt like an eternity of running, the muscles straining and chest burning from sucking cold air desperately as you finally collided with your front door.

You’d been unable to hear Steve close behind you, but you didn’t waste any time, fingers trembling as you pressed the key into the lock and turned, rushing inside, slamming the door closed, and flicking the lock.

You waited, listening and waiting for him to bang on the door, but only silence greeted you from outside and the thumping of your terrified heart and heavy breaths in your ear. Steve didn’t turn up; even as you looked through the door's peephole, he still wasn’t there, so you took a few steps away, frowning in confusion.

Then it dawned on you. The back door. The back door, where Steve knew where the keys were hidden in the plant pot.

Spinning quickly, your sneakers squeaked on the hardwood floor as you’d intended to run to the back door to check it was still closed, but a prominent dark figure blocked your route. Once again, you knew it was Steve, even from how he was breathing heavily, the outline of his broader form and the faint smell of his aftershave that you could smell now that he was closer.

You weren’t entirely sure how far he wanted to go with this playing around, but you were not going to ruin the moment and willing to see just what Steve had in mind.

Taking a shaky step backwards away from the figure, you lifted your hands, palms up in defeat. “My boyfriend will be home soon, and he’s big; he’ll kick your ass”, your voice wobbled, which was half put on by you but also a little bit truthful with the anticipation.

Ghostface chuckled lowly, his head tilting, and the dominance and lure of the sight had your insides clenching with need.

“Oh, your boyfriend won’t be helping you tonight. No one will”, Steve stated confidently and didn’t give you any warning before he bolted forward. The rush caused you to jump and scream, turning and running in the opposite direction, but it was a useless attempt as his arms wrapped around your waist, pushing forward until you were flush against the wall, his chest hard against your back. You struggled and whimpered in his hold, trying to sound as desperate as possible, but Steve held firm but not enough to hurt.

The mark was next to your ear as he growled, “Now, where do you think you’re going, huh? I thought we could have some fun. What do you say?” You struggled against but mostly so you could grind your ass against his hips, showing him you wanted to keep playing.

However, your lack of words had your boyfriend freezing, the tone of his voice softening as he whispered, “Colour?”

Huffing out a laugh at his concern and momentary slip of the roleplay, you whispered against the wall, “Very fucking green”. You found it endearing that he still ensured you were okay and wanted to continue.

That seemed to be the last of the friendly acts, however, as Steve pushed harder against your body until your cheek was firm against the cool wallpapered wall, the plastic of his mask against the back of your neck. His gloved hands shifted lower over the front of your body, over the mounds of your breasts, your jumper-covered navel and past your hips until he was cupping your jean-covered cunt with a deep moan that rumbled against your back.

It was an automatic response to mewl and rolled your hips into the hold, feeling the pressure from your underwear digging into your clit but needing more. Your noises turned back into whimpers as his fingers quickly snapped over the button of your jeans, and his hand disappeared beneath the material until he was cupping you again, but this time directly to your skin. You pulled your hips away this time, but primarily because of the uncomfortable material; his gloves were cheap synthetic material and were rough against your sensitive, throbbing clit as his palm pressed against it.

Steve chuckled, the tips of his index and middle finger close to your entrance, and for a moment, you were worried he was going to finger you with the rough material; you weren’t sure it would feel nice, but this wasn’t what he was laughing at. “You’re such a desperate little thing aren’t you? I can feel how wet you are through the gloves”.

Your entire body warmed in embarrassment. You should have guessed that he would have felt how turned on you are, especially with how you could feel the slick gathered in your underwear, but you hadn’t considered him feeling it through the gloves.

Ghostface, always the one to tease and humiliate, then did something that had your gasps turning into surprise and shock. The pressure of his glove hand disappeared from between your legs, and from your position, you could see it disappear beneath his mask, where a sucking noise could then be heard as he devoured the juices from the fabric gloves.

“S-St-“ his name was on the tip of your tongue, mostly on instinct to submit to him by moaning his name, but you were also cut off by a deep, gravely groan as the man trapping you against the wall showed you just how much he loved your taste. His hips rolled against your lower back first, thrusting his clothed but painfully hard cock into you, then his hand reappeared from beneath the mask, but this time without the glove as he’d pulled it off with his teeth and dropped onto the floor.

“Why is it you always taste so much better when you’re scared?” he continues to taunt, and you knew it wasn’t a normal reaction, but your pussy clenched so hard that Ghostface had to wait a moment before he was able to push his fingers back into your underwear and his middle and ring finger penetrated your eagerly awaiting hole.

You rose onto your tip toes whilst attempting to back into him to rub yourself against him, but he held you firmly against the wall. His fingers did not waste any time either as they gathered the slick to coat the entire length of his two digits and pumped in and out with a slight curl as he pulled out.

Once more, it was on instinct that your hips were rocking to match his movements, pleasuring pounding into your core as your eyes closed, whimpers slipping from your parted lips that you wouldn’t be able to hold back even if you tried to What’s more the position was adding to the thrill, your hands sprayed and pressed against the cool wall, your cheek aching from the pressure of being pushed forward and the warm body surrounding your entire back with the plastic part of his masks against the back of your head as he rested his temple against you, watching and listening to every little noise that he caused you to make.

Ghostface doesn’t stop pleasuring you, his fingers continuing to pump into you as his palm occasionally pressed firmly against your clit, adding more stimulation. You were a sopping wet mess that could feel that familiar tightening between your legs. Where his fingers curled, and strokes began to harden as your orgasm tingled on the very edge; just one or two more movements and you’d be right there.

But Ghostface knew you were getting to that point, could hear and see how close you were, and he wasn’t having that, not yet anyway, so he swiftly pulled his hand out of your underwear.

“Uh uh, I don’t think so. Did you really think I’d let you cum? Definitely not; where would be the fun in that?” he laughs to emphasise his mocking, making you feel degraded and mind-muddled from needing him to continue pleasuring you but also wanting to push him away so he could stop being so mean.

With your minimal room, you tried to force your elbow into his stomach, but he could already sense your move and began sharply tugging on your hair with his still-wet fingers. His other arm circled your middle, helping with his grip and plan to move you away from the wall. Due to his taller size, he could easily manipulate you to walk in the direction of the kitchen; both of you can only walk without hitting any furniture due to muscle memory and the thin slither of light streaking through the blinds from the blinking street light.

Breath rushed out of you as Ghostface pushed you over your wooden table, your hands and face again pressed against the surface. You were dazed from the fingering, so you didn’t immediately react when he roughly pulled down your jeans and underwear until they were discarded somewhere in the darkness. In actuality, you sighed in relief from having the air breeze over your aching cunt and only responded with your own needs as your hips wiggled enticingly towards the man behind you.

This was rewarded with a sharp smack to your left arse cheek, halting any fuzzy happiness you’d been wrapped in. A leg shifted between your legs, shifting them further apart as the sound of clothes shuffling was heard from behind you as Ghostface began to lift his cloak and bunch it around his hips.

You weren’t able to see him correctly over your shoulder, but your pussy clenched with anticipation, especially as you were only able to see the mask. It still scared you, but knowing it was Steve only made you back up into him until his cock was suddenly being thrust between your arse cheeks.

“Careful now, Princess, don’t want to be stabbed with something now, do we?” Ghostface chuckled right before he slipped his cock, inch after inch, into your pulsing hole. He wasn’t slow; he moved with intent, wanting it to be overwhelming, which is just what you wanted, and automatically, you raised onto your tip toes even whilst leaning over the table.

“Fuck!” you shouted, eyes shutting as all thoughts focused on the fullness you felt between your legs and the desperate need for more.

“Nope, none of that, don’t want the neighbours hearing or your boyfriend, got to keep nice and quiet whilst I fuck whats mines”, Ghostface grunted sharply as the hand that was still gloved now wrapped around your mouth, so you were forced to breathe heavily out of your nose.

On instinct, you gripped his wrist but didn’t pull away and just tried to concentrate on controlling your breaths as his hips began to move in short, quick rotations. In and out, sloppy fast thrusts that had deep warmth radiating from your cunt and down your thighs.

Sweat was gathering over your body from behind, stimulated and so close to Ghostface, who was also like a human radiator with all his clothes layers. You could feel that he had been wearing jeans as they brushed with each thrust against your sensitive thighs, and it only again reminded you that this was Steve as your hips shifted back to meet his.

It didn’t take long for you to feel the pressure increasing again like it had just before you moved away from the hallway wall. You wanted to cum, no, you needed to cum, wanting to soak Ghostface’s jeans with your juices, wanting to be good for the fake murderer and show that you could cum on his cock.

“You wanna cum? I can feel you getting tighter”, Ghostface asked next to your ear, his voice rough and gravely from where he was out of breath.

He momentarily released his cover of your mouth to allow you to speak, “Yes, please!”.

Ghostface wanted to laugh at your polite response, already knowing you were slipping into a submissive headspace from the way you were backing up to meet his thrusts and holding onto his wrist like it was your lifeline. But he wanted to keep the roleplaying going for a little longer, even though he was desperate to hear your sweet orgasmic mewls.

His hand again covered your lips as he tutted, “No, I don’t think so. I’m going to cum first, and then you can cum, but not until I do.”

You cried against his palm, feeling like your breath was stuck in your throat as you tried to control your euphoria, but it was difficult to do that and breathe through your nose.

Dizziness swayed through your mind as you slumped against the table, releasing your hold of his wrist as you needed to try and control yourself. Ghostface noticed the change and would have kissed the back of your head if he didn’t have his mask on, so he finally allowed you some comfort by releasing his hold on your mouth, letting you suck in deep breaths that filled your lungs.

This allowed him to hold onto your hips, holding you still and fucking deeper, his bulbous tip brushing against your cervix and thighs bruising into the edge of the table. Faster and harder, he moved, chasing his orgasm until finally his balls tightened to his body, and his shaft hardened with each spurt of hot seed that began to coat your inner walls.

You could feel it and hear Ghostfaces’ orgasm, and you finally relaxed the mental torture of holding back your orgasm and came with him. Your walls clenched in quick flutters that helped to milk the last drops of Ghostface’s cum before he collapsed over your back, mask resting on your shoulder and hands on either side of your head.

The two of you were breathing heavily, too lost in the moment even to talk before he moved first. Starting with a gasp, Steve pulled off his face, and you could see over your shoulder that his hair was drenched, sticking to his forehead and face gleaming in the small streaks of light.

“Fuck, it was warm in there; they need to make them with a small fan inside or something, holy shit!” Steve sits up slightly but still leaning his hands on either side of your head, and he catches your eye and grins, showing all of his teeth and eyes crinkling in the corners. “As much as I’ve loved this, I’ve missed kissing you” he dipped his face and kissed your cheek, leaving a few drips of his sweat on your skin, but you didn’t care, not when he was looking at you in a way that was making your heart race.

“So that mask, we’re keeping it, right?” you finally speak, voice hoarse as you try to smile over your shoulder at him, feeling his cock softening within you.

“Oh, for sure, you kinky little minx”, he agrees, kissing your cheek again.

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justtwotired · 2 months ago

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Whispers of the night - Lloyd Garmadon x F!reader

Tag list: @cipheress-to-k-pop @whore-of-many-hot-men @bodieohbo @anyth1ngfor0urmoony @luvlloyd @viannasthings @beef-fajitas @bubblekitts

Part 1 - previous - next

Got nothing to say other than… enjoy<3

Warnings: some juicy content and flirty comments, swearing

Lloyd POV:

When I woke up, Y/n was already looking at me as I groggily opened my eyes. I smiled and kissed her forehead, making her smiled back and cuddle into me more.

I inspected her face and noticed smudged mascara and messy eyeshadow. It seemed like she hadn’t taken her make up of the evening before, yet she still looked beautiful, especially with the morning light peeking through the curtains, shining on her beautiful hair.

“I think you forgot something, yesterday,” I pointed out to her, attempting to try and wipe away some of the mascara with my thumb but it didn’t do much good.

“Mhmm, I know,” she groaned and went to lay on her back. “My head hurts,” she whined and I chuckled before kissing her cheek and getting up.

“Stay in bed, I’ll grab you some breakfast and painkillers,” I promised and she just smiled at me from the bed, with tired eyes before closing them again to block out the light.

I headed downstairs and found Y/n’s mom there, seemingly preparing some fruit in a small colourful bowl, I guessed it was for Ace who I spotted in the living room watching tv.

“Oh, Lloyd,” she seemed a bit surprised. “Good morning to you,” she smiled warmly at me.

“Morning,” I greeted with a smile. “Y/n’s not feeling to well, I’m grabbing her some quick breakfast and some painkillers,” he explained calmly and she shook her head.

“That’s what happens after those parties, hm?” She sighed. “That girl is just like her brother,” she stated before taking the bowl of fruit on the counter. “I’ll go give this to Ace, tell my daughter that hang over or not, it’s a school day and she’s going, she knows our agreement,” and like that she left the kitchen.

I opened the fridge door before halting suddenly. Brother? Did she just say brother? There couldn’t be any way she was talking about Ace if it was about hangovers and alcohol, right?

She never mentioned another brother, maybe I was just imagining things and I didn’t understand her right. I’ll ask Y/n.

I made a quick breakfast with toast and some orange juice. I entered her room and gave her the food which she happily ate, thanking me in between bites.

“Say, love,” she hummed in acknowledgment and I continued. “Do you have another brother? Your mom mentioned something just now,” I wondered and she just nodded.

“Yeah, Oliver, he’s my older brother, he studies in Nom, why?” She told casually, taking a quick sip of her drink as she looked at me expectantly.

“Your mom mentioned it,” I shrugged. “I never knew you had another brother,” I looked at her and she seemed to think.

“Don’t think I’ve ever mentioned him no,” she admitted. “He’s not important anyway,” she grinned down at her food after having made a jab at her brother who wasn’t even there, making me chuckle lightly.

“You should hurry, school starts in thirty minutes, and you’re still in your pyjama’s,” I pointed out and she almost choked on her food. She quickly ate before hurrying to the bathroom and taking a quick shower.

Whilst she showered, I grabbed some my clothes she still had in her house and put them on before laying down on her bed and grabbing my phone.

She walked back into the room after ten minutes, fully dressed and light make up on her face. I glanced up and she was hurriedly putting on some jewellery.

When she was done I got up from the bed and she grabbed her backpack.

“C’mon, I’ll give you a ride,” I told her and she smiled at me and grabbed my hand. I followed her downstairs and just managed to grab my coat as she dragged me out the door and called out a goodbye to her mom who was now in the living room.

Your pov:

It was silent in the car ride, not for a specific reason. It was comfortable silence, the radio sounded in the back and I’d made myself comfortable in my seat for the twenty minute drive.

Lloyd focused on the road while I typed away at my phone, I enjoyed our little quiet moments like this so now and then.

The abusement park

King Charles👑

Can we all do something this evening?

I’m bored

Lulu��

yeah, let’s go to the twins house, just chill in the attic

sure, I don’t have any plans anyway

Besides its been ages since we did something like this

Flowers😍

it’s been two weeks, that’s two weeks to long

Ant🐜

Oh yeah, just invite yourselves over to our house, whatever🙄

Lulu🫶

yeah, no problem, we have

Ant🐜

.🖕

Millie👀

I’ll see if I can make it, I’m working late :(

Arty😈

we can vibe at ours but our parents are in tonight

Flowers😍

idc, your parents are the sweetest

^^^

Jamie

Ill be there as long as there will be skittles

Ant🐜

Yeah yeah, whatever

I’ll get em

Jamie

Then I’ll be there

Oh! N/n take ur bf

Me - reacting to Millie👀

You better be there

I’ll cry

Millie👀

Nooo pookie

I’ll do my best

Lulu

We will kidnap you

Me - reacting to Jamie

I’ll ask

I left the conversation when they started making elaborate plans to kidnap Millie from her work and looked at Lloyd.

“Do you have patrol tonight?” I asked, breaking the silence we had going on.

“No, why?” He looked over at me curiously and I shrugged.

“Me and my friends are hanging out, they were wondering if you wanted to join,” I smiled over at him and he softly nodded.

“Only if you want me to aswel,” he caught my eyes making me give him a look.

“Baby, if I didn’t want you to come, I wouldn’t be asking,” I pointed out to him, causing him to chuckle lowly.

“Then I’ll be there,” he promised.

When we had arrived, I’d kissed Lloyd goodbye and left the car to quickly hurry inside, if I ran, I might make it in time to my English class.

I quickly shot a text to Flora to let her know I was on my way and a minute later I reached my classroom, being just in time as my teacher was about to close the door.

She gave me a pointed look, but made no further comment.

Flora was giggling when I came to sit next to her and I quickly shot her a look, but it didn’t help anything as she just continued giggling into her hand anyway.

“So, is Lloyd coming tonight?” Luna asked as the lot of us sat in the cafeteria, eating the soggy pizza they had to offer.

Millie and James snickered, causing Charlie to catch on and snicker aswel. Arthur hit the back of Jamie’s head and scolded all of them.

“You are such children, honestly, one single comment and you’re a giggling mess,” he shook his head I disappointment, causing me and Luna to share a look of amusement.

“Yeah, yeah, alright, mom,” Charlie shot, at him, causing everyone to chuckle again.

“Honestly Anthony, you don’t need to act like you don’t make these jokes like- everyday,” Millie accused, but was surprised by everyone looking up in confusion before quickly grinning.

“Ohh! Twin miss!” I called out excitedly. “That’s one dollar for the pot,”

“No!” Millie cursed but grabbed her phone to ad one dollar to our shared online piggy bank anyway. “That’s not happened to me in ages,” she grumbled in annoyance.

“Yeah, it was always Flora, seeing she was new and all,” Anthony snickered.

“Fuck off, all of you always lured me into it, that’s so unfair,” she shook her head in disapproval. “Remember when you changed shirts one time to confuse me and lure me in? That was just unfair,” she crossed her arms looking the other way.

Charlie went to put his arms around her and kissed her temple, mumbling something only the other side of the table could her properly and she pouted at him.

“I never got an answer to my question,” Luna looked at me next tot her and I remembered what she’d asked me a few moments ago.

“Oh, yeah he said he’ll come,” I smiled excitedly.

I noticed Millie purse her lips and exchange a look with James, causing Arthur to call them out again.

I scoffed, stupid idiots.

It felt forever until the day was over, but finally, after what felt like an eternity, I walked towards the school gates with Charlie and Jamie who were also done for the day. The others all still had an hour or two to go.

Lloyd was already waiting for me, leaning against his car, his face brightened when he saw me. I quickly confirmed the times for the coming night with my friends before running of to greet him.

“Hm, what’s a pretty girl like you doing around here,” he greeted with a lobsided grin.

“Off to greet my prettyboy boyfriend,” I winked before kissing his cheek.

He quickly dipped down to plant a kiss on my lips before moving to get into the car.

“How was school?” He asked on our way to my house and I just let out a long groan. “Got it,” he grinned at me, causing me to sent him a pout.

———

The door was flung open before I could even knock, making me jump slightly. Lloyd just gave me an amused look, he’d heard her coming.

Amelia -who was lucky to get of early from work- looked at us with wide eyes before turning to Lloyd.

“Make haste, make haste,” she pulled him inside, making him shoot me a baffled, shocked look. “The boys are getting make-overs and you are absolutely joining,” she stated, Lloyd send me a look that screamed help and I just grinned.

“You are on your own,” I winked, I quickly discarded my jacket on the coat rack before following the two upstairs to the attic.

When I got up, I found the normal light being on instead of our usual colourful led lights, meaning this was some serious business.

I snorted when I found Luna and Flora doing Jamie’s and Charlie’s makeup. The twins where both laughing but quickly shut up when Luna threatened that they where next.

Lloyd gave me a gobsmacked look as Amelia pushed him on the couch and wandered of to grab me.

“Say, N/n,” she put an arm around me. “Who are you giving a make over today?” She asked me.

“Depends, who are our candidates?” I asked with an amused look, Millie gave me a triumph smile and looked at the twins.

Arthur immediately tried to scramble off but she grabbed his arm.

“We have our dear Arthur, we’d have to get rid of the lil beard he has going on here, of course, but I’d say some winged liner, a bit of glitter and some beautiful red lips, with of course, some concealer,” she pointed all over his face while he just stood next to her, looking quite defeated.

“Then, our good friends Tony, I’d say a complete full face of make up, foundation, highlighter, beautiful eyeshadow, fake lashes, lipstick, the whole enchilada,” she held his face between her hands while he tried prying her off.

“And then, last but not least, your dearest boyfriend, Lloyd. Now, let’s see, I’m saying some clean girl make up, you know, just some light make up, maybe some clear lip gloss, I bet you’d know just what to do,” she sent me a look and I grinned.

“I’ll take it,” I winked at my confused looking boyfriend. “Come, come,” I walked over with extended hands and he took them.

I lead him to the corner the other makeup artists where sitting, the best light was over there after all.

“Oh, Ant,” I heard Millie call in a sing song voice. Followed by some frightened yelping from Anthony who also joined us in the corner.

I watched as Luna was taking pictures of James who’s make up was not quite done, but he already looked fantastic.

“Let’s see,” I used my hand to hold Lloyd’s jaw and turned his head from side to side.

His confused look, was taken over by an amused one. Without much struggle, he let me put on the makeup. I had some complaints about tickling and cold products but I’d quickly shut him up each time.

“Wow, James, you’ve never looked better,” Millie snorted from her place on the ground, letting go of Anthony’s forehead, which she’d been slightly pushing back to do his lashes.

James was posing, with his makeup, hitting a different pose each second.

“Wait, look here,” Luna said and when he did, she snapped a 0.5 picture of him. She laughed when she opened it and showed it to all of us.

“Who is this diva!?” I called, everyone laughed, even Arthur, who was quickly threatened that he was next.

“We’ll do his with the lot of us,” Luna decided. “He’ll get the extra attention- Flores! You’re supposed to be doing Charles his make up, not doing him!” She called, causing the kiss the couple had been in to break up immediately.

“Luna!” Charlie scolded with red cheeks.

I chuckled and shook my head as I continued Lloyd’s makeup, hearing in the bickering in the background.

Out of habit of doing the girls’ makeup, I pouted my lips to Lloyd, letting him know I would be grabbing the lipgloss.

He grinned and quickly leaned forward to peck my lips making me give him a warning glance. He winked at me and before I could comment, Luna attacked us too.

“Nooo, not you guys too,” she whined angrily.

“Wha- he kissed me!” I accused and he sent me a betrayed look.

“Lloyd, stop kissing your girlfriend,” Luna ordered and he let out an offended noice. “I don’t want to hear any complaints, especially not from the ginger,”

“Hey!” Charles called out offended, and the bickering started again.

I chuckled before gently tilting Lloyd’s head up by putting two fingers on his chin. I applied the lipgloss and he sat perfectly still as I did.

“Alright, eyeliner time,” I pulled out the pencil and Lloyd looked at it before averting his gaze over to me.

“Do not poke my eyes out please,” he requested and I chuckled.

“I promise,” I chuckled before shuffling forward a bit. I wasn’t really on a good spot and was wondering in how I was gonna do this when I had an idea.

I crawled into Lloyd’s lap without any warning. He seemed shocked for a moment before just accepting it. I hooked my legs around his torso and now I had a good angle.

I did my best to hide the shiver that went up my spine when he rested his hands on my thighs, but because of his chuckle, I suppose he noticed.

“Alright, close your eyes, love,” I said and he did just that. Carefully I started drawing winged liner on his eyelid before going over to the next. “Mhm, open your eyes?” He did as I requested and I grumbled when I noticed it was just a tiny bit uneven.

After another try, it looked perfect and I climbed of his lap. Flora had finished with Charlie only moments before and was already taking pictures.

I pulled out my phone aswel and he just softly smiled as I snapped the pics.

“Now only Ant and then it’s your turn,” Luna looked over at Arthur who pouted and she just stuck out her tongue.

Anthony’s makeup was the most colourful, but he was also the only one with eyeshadow after all. Or well, Charlie had some, but it was brown.

Our gazes fixed on Arthur who just sighed in defeat before deciding to just let it happen. Luna was to one to shave away his beard, he put up a sad look as she did, but laughed non the less.

It’s was that only the four of us girls working all together to make him look fabulous.

After about twenty minutes we were done and we finally allowed him to look in the mirror.

“Somewhere I’d expected you all to make me look horrible, but it’s not bad,” he admitted, making us cheer lightly.

“Can we get it off now? It is quite uncomfortable,” Charlie had already been wiping at his makeup earlier, so we just decided to have mercy.

While the boys where in the bathroom getting the make up off with Luna’s remover, us girls where upstairs all having cracked open a beer.

“So, Millie,” I looked over at her with a grin. “How was the party yesterday?” I asked.

She blushed before going into an explanation over the night she had with her crush.

“She definitely likes you,” Luna nodded, taking a swing of her beer. “Like come on, laughing at some of those stupid jokes? It’s obvious at this point,” she shrugged.

“No it’s not,” Millie cried out. “I don’t even know if she’s gay,” she crossed her arms.

The two other girls and I exchanged looks before sighing.

“Mills she is so obviously gay,”

“How is that even a question anymore?”

“Amelia, she had a lesbian pin on her bag,”

“Yeah- so!?” She called out. “Doesn’t tell me nothing,”

I groaned into my hands while the other two just gave up aswel.

James:

I was the first one done with taking the makeup off and was now just waiting for all the others to also be clean again so we could join the girls back up at the attic.

I looked up when I heard the notification of a phone and saw Lloyd picking his up. I looked over his shoulder as he typed in the passcode.

It was Y/n’s birthday, of course it was. Well, only easier for me to remember. I quickly shot Luna a text.

Got his passcode, no trouble

🌜✨.

Yooo

Good going Jamie

What is it?

Take a guess

🌜✨.

N/n’s birthday

🌜✨.

Of course it is

That’s cute though

Easy to remember aswel😈

Demon

🌜✨.

See, maybe remembering someone’s password to their phone is a bit weird, but me and Luna had an idea.

We love Y/n, but we also love to bully her a bit here and there.

Your pov

The boys didn’t take long and soon enough we were all listening to Luna ranting about an annoying customer she had to deal with earlier that week.

I was sat next to Lloyd for the most of the time, but at one point I’d stood up to grab myself a drink on the other side of the room.

My phone buzzed in my pocket and I took it out as I turned to walk back with my can of icedtea in hand, I frowned when I saw Lloyd’s contact name on my screen and quickly opened the message.

Blondie🫶

I bet you’d look adorable while grasping at the sheets of my bed ;)

My breath got stuck in my throat and I stopped my walking for a second. My cheeks grew warm and I shot a look over at Lloyd who was also looking at me. An innocent, confused look was visible on his face and I quickly bit my lip and slid my phone back into me pocket.

“You good, N/n?” Luna, who’d noticed my pause, called out.

“Yeah,” I just managed to squeak out before I walked back to take my seat again. I completely missed the grinning look exchanged between Luna and James.

I sat next to Lloyd who just kissed the top of my head and shot me another confused look.

God this man was in trouble.

Lloyd pov:

I looked up when I noticed Y/n’s heartbeat quicken and she suddenly stopped mid walk. She met my gaze, her cheeks red and face flustered, I looked back, a bit confused.

When she obviously lied after Luna asked if she was alright, I’d just decided to ask when we were in the car back to the momentary.

The remaining of the night was fun. I did not get any calls from the team needing help and Y/n’s friends where funny as always and completely accepting of me.

It all went smoothly and soon enough, I noticed my beautiful girlfriend getting tired and suggested to get back home, causing her to nod in agreement.

We bid everyone goodbye and Arthur walked with us to the front door. When we were about to leave, Luna came running downstairs.

“Lloyd, wait!” She called and I turned around. “Your phone, you left it on the couch,” she told me and I smiled.

“Oh shit, thanks,” I took it from her and then we left.

Your pov:

After sneaking trough the monastery as silently as we could, we brushed our teeth and headed to Lloyd’s room to get ready for bed.

I held his hand as he led me trough the hallway and trough the door to his room.

It was only then that I remembered that he needed some absolute scolding.

“Lloyd,” I started and he turned around with a hum. Just looking at his face already made me absolutely flustered when I thought back to the text.

Just thinking about it made my imagination go in all sorts of directions and I found myself unable to form any words. Did he have any idea what he did to me.

“Are you alright, love?” He asked amused, taking a step closer to put his hands on my cheeks, making my look up at him.

He smiled but I gave him a scolding look back, causing him to frown.

“What did I do?” He asked and just the face he pulled made me ready to forgive him for his absolute sin.

“Oh come on,” I rolled my eyes. “Do you really have to ask that? You know what you did,” I accused but he just gave me a confuse look back.

“No?” He seemed to replay the entire night trough his head but just shook it in the end. “What are you talking about?”

“Lloyd!” I scolded. “I love you, but come on, do you really love to embarrass me like that?” I asked but he just looked absolutely lost.

“I’m sorry?” He tried, which just caused my face to turn serious. “Sweetheart, I really do not know what I did, I’m sorry,” he said again and I just scrunched my nose.

“The text, Lloyd,” I clarified. “I’m talking about the text you send me,”

“I didn’t send you anything,” he insisted. “What do you think I send you?” He asked and I faltered.

I grabbed my phone to look at it but it was clearly him who sent it to me-

Luna.

The little witch.

Forgot his phone my ass.

“Nothing,” I quickly said and put the phone back in my pocket. “Nevermind,” I turned around, causing his hands to fall from my cheeks, but he quickly came to stand in front of me again.

“What happened?” He asked, now being utterly lost. I didn’t blame him, this was all quite confusing.

“No it’s nothing,” I insisted. “Just- just forget it,” I stuttered and tried to avoid his eyes but he gently grabbed me jaw and turned me to look at him.

My eyes just turned the other way and he sighed. “Darling, can you look at me?” He requested and I lost my breath. “Hm?”

I looked up at him with red cheeks and he smiled. “It’s nothing,” I stated.

“Y/n,” he said my name, I pulled myself back to planet earth and gave him a more serious look.

“Don’t worry about it,” I smiled before quickly pecking his lips, about to turned away, when,

“A text, you said?” He pulled his phone out of his pocket, I froze. “From me?” He asked and met my flustered gaze.

He chuckled and clicked around a bit in his phone. “Your bbeautiful contact, pinned, of course,” he winked at me, but I couldn’t really find it in myself to respond as I looked at his face.

He seemed to open our chat and read something. He frowned for a second before faltering. His cheeks grew red and his eyes met mine.

“I- I did not send that,” he stammered, the flustered look on his face was slowly fading, but the blush on his cheeks wasn’t.

“I figured,” I said before groaning. “God I’m gonna murder Luna,”

“Of course she did,” Lloyd huffed a laugh before pulling my embarrassed self towards him.

“Where you scared to tell me?” He asked teasingly and I let out an embarrassed grumble against his chest as his arms were wrapped around me. “You don’t have to be embarrassed my love,” I felt the rumble of his chest as he softly laughed.

I just put my arms around him aswel and held him close, my red cheeks slowly becoming their normal colour again and my heart starting to slow down.

He pulled back slightly and we stared each other in the eyes for a second. His hand moved to my chin and he lovingly traced my lips, leaving me in a tired trance.

“I bet it’s true though,” he broke the silence and it didn’t really register.

“Hm?” I hummed in confusion, not really knowing what he meant.

He leaned forward till his lips brushed the shell of my ear. “I bet you’d look adorable,” he whispered.

My heartbeat skyrocketed and my breath hitched. He pulled back with a grin as I just stared at him with wide eyes.

I blinked a few times while he chuckled. “You moron,” I managed to say, causing him to grin before dipping down and catching my lips in a sweet, passionate kiss.

He slowly walked me backwards until I sat down on his bed, caged between his arms.

We broke apart for air and I glared at him slightly. “Fuck you,” I grumbled.

“If you wish,” he whispered back.

———

I awoke with a grumble, I turned to give my dearest ninja boyfriend a kiss, only to be met with an empty bed.

My eyebrows knotted together, slightly upset at him being gone. Sure it’s fine if he gets up before me, but I’d appreciate if he was there in the morning after a night like that.

I went to grab my phone, hoping to find a message from him, when I spotted a note.

Out on a mission, back in the early afternoon, love you♡

-Lloyd

A small smile formed on my face. Alright, fine, good excuse. I threw the covers off of myself and opened the drawer Lloyd had emptied for my clothes.

I grabbed some trousers, socks and than snatched my bra of the ground. I stole one of Lloyd’s green hoodies and then headed downstairs to the kitchen.

When I entered I found Zane searching trough a cabinet.

“Good morning, Y/n” he greeted, not even looking back.

“Morning, Zane,” I smiled before lightly frowning. “What are you doing?” I asked, watching him go trough the cabinet.

“I am searching for our last chocolate chips,” he said, looking rather sour. “I am afraid that Jay- oh, nevermind,” he pulled a bag full of dark chocolate chips out of the cabinet. “I am baking cookies, if you want, you may assist me,” he smiled at me.

“I’d love to!” I beamed before my stomach grumbled. “After some breakfast,” I smiled sheepishly. He chuckled, and put the bag down before asking what I’d like.

After Zane’s insistence on making me breakfast, he’d prepared some noodles that I quickly ate. His cooking was to die for, if I could, I’d eat here every night.

“Alright, first we wash our hands,” Zane started. He’d given me an apron, just like last time we baked cookies together.

“Zane, I know how to bake cookies,” I laughed, putting soap in my hands to wash them.

He was about to respond when he stopped. “Oh,” he said before composing himself. “Yes, I’ll be on my way,”

I frowned at the nindroid in confusion. “What’s happening?” I asked, a bit lost at what was going on.

“Pixal says that Lloyd, Cole and Kai need my help,” he told me and I smiled sadly.

“Well go on, I’ll make the cookies, than you lot have something to eat when you come back,” I promised. He smiled back at me and nodded, before bidding me goodbye and hurrying out of the room.

I started on making the cookies, everything I needed was in the table and I’d just decided to use my mom’s recipe, seeing that I knew it by heart.

I weighed out my ingredients before throwing my eggs, milk and sugar into the bowl and starting to whisk.

While I was at it, the door had opened behind me and Koko walked in.

“Oh, Y/n!” She said happily. “I didn’t know you where here, the others are out,” she told me and I smiled at her.

“Yeah I stayed the night, Zane was here when I woke up but had to leave before we could start on our cookies,” I gestured.

“Ah, I see,” she said with a smile, dropping her bag in the kitchen and started to empty it by putting some things in their place. “I was out doing groceries before it could get too busy in the afternoon,” she told me. “Somehow Saturday is always the busiest day for everyone ti get their groceries,” she shook her head in annoyance causing me to chuckle.

“Do you need a hand?” I asked her and she just shot me a quick smile.

“No, I’m alright dear, you continue on the cookies, the team shall be hungry when you get back, Nya and Jay would be lucky if there still is some when they get back from their date,” she chuckled and I followed, covering my mouth with a hand.

The first batch was in the oven and I was rolling the remaining of the dough into balls when the door opened. I looked back to find Kai, Cole, Zane and Lloyd entering the kitchen, all absolutely exhausted.

“How bad was it?” I asked them, turning back to the dough.

“It’s not that the fight was to bad, but it was raining buckets,” Kai complained, I glanced back to see his hair flat and sticking to his forehead, causing me to laugh.

I shook my head, putting my small ball of cookie-dough on the plate. Suddenly two hands snaked around my waist and a pair of cold lips kissed my cheek.

“Lloyd, you are drenched!” I struggled out of his hold and he chuckled.

“Sorry, love,” he kissed my cheek again and then turned to the bowl on the counter, reaching out his hand.

I slapped it away and gave him a scolding look. “Don’t touch it with your dirty, sweaty, glove hands,” I warned. “You lot go shower and change, the cookies will be done when you get back here,” I told them and Lloyd grumbled but complied.

“Y/n, your hair is down,” I frowned and turned to Zane in confusion. “When one bakes or cooks, they put their hair up, so no hair gets into the food,” I said matter of factly and I shrugged.

“I always bake with my hair down, unless I’m at work,” I stated but he just kept looking at me in expectation. “Fine,” I grumbled and gathered my hair to put it into a bun.

Next to me, I heard a panicked noise from Lloyd before he gulped. I shot him with a strange look, but he just looked the other way with red cheeks.

Behind me, there was laughter and I turned around to see Kai and Jay both laughing, while Zane just smirked.

I gave Lloyd a questioning look, causing him to point at his neck and only then did I realise what was going on.

“Go shower,” I yelled at the others who laughed as they left the room. I looked over at Lloyd who nervously chuckled.

“Oops?” He tried causing me to roll my eyes, opening my mouth to tell him off, before I realised something, causing my hand to clasp over my mouth in horror.

“I talked to your mom this morning,” I revealed. He gave me a strange look, before realisation washed over his face. “She didn’t say anything about it- maybe she didn’t see,” I tried.

“Sweetheart, it’s my mom, she definitely noticed,” he said concerned before pursing his lips. “I think I’m gonna get the talk all over again,”

“I’m sorry,” I apologised with a small pout and he chuckled and took a step forward to kiss my lips, his wet hair leaving drops on my face.

“It’s alright,” he muttered before smirking, putting his lips next to my ear. “It was worth it, cause in the end, you did look adorable,” he whispered into my ear before kissing my temple and leaving the kitchen.

I shook my head and continued my work in a flustered state. Whatever, he was probably being teased by the boys right now anyway.

Lloyd pov:

The moment I walked into the hallway to my room, I heard clapping. I looked up unamused, Kai was clapping and Cole did the same while chucking , Zane just stood there while leaning against the wall, looking amused.

“Yeah, yeah, just let me have it so I can shower,” I glared at them.

“So, lover boy, how was it?” Kai wiggled his eyebrows at me and I rolled my eyes.

“You know, hickeys don’t immediately indicate-” but Cole cut me off.

“Yeah, we’re not dumb, Lloyd,” he grinned at me and I just pursed my lips while looking at the ground.

“It was fine,” I mumbled. Obviously it was more than fine, but right now I was just embarrassed.

“Our little ninja is growing up,” Kai wiped fake tears. “Sooo, yesterday, first time,” he bumped my arm with his elbow causing my blush to deepen and I didn’t know how to break the news.

“Well- not exactly,” I sheepishly said, catching them all off guard. “Yesterday was just one thing that lead to another, first time was at the start of this week,” I admitted.

“Oh, so now you have two things to tell us?” Cole teased and I rolled my eyes.

“I don’t have to tell you anything,” I shot at him, slightly irritated. Somewhere in me it felt like an invasion of her privacy.

“Wow, no need to be angry,” Kai chuckled. “You don’t have to share details,” he poked my head.

I didn’t answer him and then moved to head into my room.

“Damn, two times a week, brother?” Kai suddenly said, making me look over at him in annoyance.

“Now that you say it, yeah, two times a week?” Cole agreed. “But if you think about it, two horny teenagers, just learning about-” I punched his shoulder and he winced while laughing. “Sorry, sorry,”

“Technically, yesterday was her friends’ fault,” I murmured, opening my door, but they just saw it as an invitation and followed me right in.

“How could it be her friends’ fault?” Zane finally spoke up and he seemed confused with himself why he was even asking.

“I- Luna sent her a text from my phone,” is all I said before turning away and tossing my mask on the bed. “Now get out of my room,” I crossed my arms and gave them a stern look but only Zane followed my order, probably having lost his interest by now.

He did sent me a smirk and a wink on his way out, which caused me to huff and look the other way.

“What’d she text say?” Kai asked amused. “Cause it can’t have just been a random text,”

“Nothing- get out!” I pointed at the door annoyed but they just exchanged glances and didn’t move an inch.

“Was it flirty?” Cole asked amused by my effort to get them out of my room. “Maybe more forward than you are,” he teased, making me scoff in annoyance.

“Come on, just show us the text, it can’t be too bad,” Kai pushed and I sighed.

“If I show you, will you just get out of my room already?” I asked and they a hanged glances before nodding. “Fine,” I grumbled and grabbed my phone before opening my chat with Y/n and showing them the screen.

Both their mouths hung open as they saw what was written.

“That was send when you where with all her friends?” Cole asked me bewildered, I nodded and took the phone away again.

“Was she mad?” Kai asked with a grin.

“Yes, obviously, now get out,” I held the door open for them and they finally left.

“Yeah, yeah, fine, go shower loverboy,” Kai called, making Cole laugh again. I just slammed my door shut quickly, my face feeling hot as I started taking off my wet gi.

(Meanwhile Y/n realising that the last time she baked with Zane she also had her hair loose and he didn’t say a thing: “that little bastard-”)

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rrcenic · 1 year ago

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if they had tumblr on the lotf island simulator bc silly :))

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God I love him so much. Every time we kiss I feel so alive.

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…this is literally about us

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OOOH FUCK I DIDNT READ THE USERNAME

#SORRY BABE OMFG #PLS FORGIVE ME WE CAN HAVE A PARTY W MY HUNTERS ON THE BEAJCH

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found a ton of these beautiful leaves and made a flower crown!!

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so. piggy has informed me that the rash on my arms and head is due to the posion ivy ive been wearing for a week.

#everything itches :,(

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Greetings and salutations! This is my first official Tumblr post. My name is Peter. I use primarily he/him pronouns but do not mind they/them.

If you’re a supporter of J*ck or The H*nters DNI!!! I am a Ralph supporter!!! You choir boys make me sick!!!

I have asthma and I am gay. If you insult me, or call me fat, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!!!

If you are anti-Ralph, I’m not afraid to call you out as the CONCHPHOBE you are!

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brooo my homies @xX_RogerTheHunter_Xx and @csharpmf were talking about their kill streaks and i said “do you play on an open server or a private world” and they just looked confused 😭😭😭 like bro did. were. were you not taking about minecraft????

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bro check out this fire art i whipped up this afternoon 💪💪💪 nothin much just a quick doodle 💪💪💪

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This is your daily reminder to take care of yourself! Drink water and eat some pig! AND FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DONT LET THE SIGNAL FIRE GO OUT!!!

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kewpie-aisle · 9 months ago

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𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕓𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪 A lil drabble/ramble of a warm moment getting ready with your sweetie cutie baby Daichi

pairing: Sawamura Daichi x f!Reader genre: fluff, established relationship, playful banter

wc: 923 words

“Dai, have you seen my necklace?” The soft sound of footsteps can be heard down the hallway and within seconds your boyfriend is leaning against the doorway of the bathroom. Frame blocking out the doorway, his broad shoulders filling out the space. Mind wandering to the feeling of your hands running along the span of his back. Covering the expanse of muscle, the feel of your nails digging in lightly almost always eliciting a hiss from his sweet mou- “Earth to Y/N…hello?” Daichi’s voice shakes you out of your thoughts. Eyebrow quirked, unaware of the inappropriate thoughts his mere presence sinks you into. He brings a hand up after seeing your nod of acknowledgement. “First of all, which necklace? Secondly, where are you going, dressed like that, ma’am?” “The necklace you got me for our anniversary, also don’t play with me. You know tonight is Tsumu’s birthday dinner, I’m still upset about you being called in for a shift last minute.” Picking back up your eyeshadow brush, diffusing out your smoky eye without a glance behind you. Daichi and you had been re-scheduling your calendars for a month to make sure you could both go to your friend’s dinner. Not just for the sake of friendship and a great party, but because the consequences of not making it were catastrophic.

Missing a life event or party of Atsumu’s, as a close friend, was like a category ten natural disaster. The Miya twin took promises really seriously, and would make all his friends promise to be there for life events like this. When folks can’t make it or bail without ample warning, he took it so personally. The complaints were the least of everyone’s concerns, if you hurt him enough, Atsumu gets petty to even the score.

One year, Shoyo overslept after a late flight home from Argentina, which normally was understandable. But this had been an impromptu trip right before Atsumu’s birthday. Shoyo had promised him that everything would be fine and he’d be back on time. But after coming home he ended up sleeping almost an entire day, missing everyone’s calls and Atsumu’s party. Atsumu had reassured Shoyo he wasn’t angry, but vengeance hid behind that sweet smile. One month later, Atsumu tweeted out that the Jackals wing spiker was doing a surprise meet & greet and dropped Shoyo’s location. Right as he was on a date with a certain international pretty boy setter. The memories of the blog and fan shipping warfare afterwards was enough to send a shudder through you. Your boyfriend walked away with a groan, already hearing Atsumu’s complaints in his head. “He’s such a baby…” he grumbles re-entering the bathroom, necklace in hand. “My question still stands, the emphasis was on “dressed like THIS. Looking this good for Atsumu? Babe please.” With a click the necklace is on, laying perfectly with the v neckline of your dress, the light catching the gold pendant every now and then. Daichi rests his hand on your shoulder, hands wrapping around your waist to look at you through the mirror. Instinctually leaning back into his chest as you put your brush down. Hand coming up to ruffle his hair, “who’s being the baby right now” you chuckle seeing the smallest pout on his face. Sawamura Daichi has always been everyone’s rock, whether it was his captain days in high school, group leader during college projects, or even the youngest senior ranking police officer in his prefecture. Daichi is a leading force to be reckoned with. But with you, he’s soft, playful, and sometimes needy; a vulnerability that you cherish being able to experience.

Face tucked into your neck, pressing soft kisses to the soft where your shoulder connects, you feel his hum of appreciation rumble through into your head. “As long as I’m your baby.”

“Always.”

You gently tug at his hair to get him to look at you to make sure he knows it to his core. There shouldn’t be any doubt, not even in a moment of neediness. Not even in a moment of joking around. He looks up at you with a sheepish smile, unwrapping himself and taking your hand to press a small kiss to your fingers.

“You look beautiful as always. That’s much too big a gift for Atsumu, but I hope you have fun.” He thinks for a second before adding “just don’t have too much fun without me” elbowing you gently while stepping back to let you finish up your makeup. He watches as you wrap up the last touches, eyes meeting as you pucker a kiss through the mirror. The smile on his face enough to set off the butterflies in your stomach. “Try to finish up your shift early if you can, I know it’s never that easy but try.” He follows you out the bathroom as you head to the front door to put on your shoes.

“Awww you going to miss me?” He hands you your handbag and wraps his arm around your waist to pull you close.

You lean up to kiss him and open the door, turn around and cup his face. “Not for me baby, but to escape the wrath of Tsumu. He’s been sending the group chat threats nonstop since this morning. And you still haven’t told him you got called into work”. Daichi’s smile drops in a second, face pale as a ghost. With a wink you close the door behind you, giggling as you hear a thud and loud groan from behind the door.

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gucciwins · 2 years ago

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a birthday kiss

after a month of dates, it’s time for a birthday kiss

a/n: hi amores! I originally wrote midnight kiss as a fun little piece to start the year and there was the idea to write their first kiss for each holiday and what better way than to do it for harry’s birthday. hope you enjoy, friends 💜

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a midnight kiss

January is a month that Y/N feels she can never fully enjoy because one moment, it’s here, and the next, it’s gone. Although, this year, she seemed to keep track of every day because a new day meant new memories with Harry. After their midnight kiss, Harry walked her home, no longer wanting to be at a party where everyone was drowning themselves in alcohol because all they wanted was to extend their time together.

A few hours later, he returned to her door, inviting her for a late lunch. She’d be a fool to say no. Especially when he greeted her with a sweet kiss at the door. She was left craving more of Harry and more of his kisses. Days together turned into weeks; before she knew it, it had been a month together.

Harry thought boyfriend was the appropriate term to use for him when introducing her to their friends, and she found it really cheesy but knew he was right. It was too soon to call him “her person” because it had only been a month, but she felt like she’d known him for years. That there had never been a moment he wasn’t in her life.

“It’s the middle of the week, darling. Don’t want to spend it at a party.”

They’re spending the night in his apartment, coming home from a walk around the block. Y/N liked to remind him it was important to stay active each day, even if it was a short walk or working out at the gym. His birthday was tomorrow, and Y/N told Harry he had to attend the dinner party his friends were throwing for him.

Y/N sighs, “but Mitch said all your friends will be there.”

His birthday was his, and although he had a month to plan something out, he knew he only wanted to spend the day with Y/N. Kisses and cuddling sounded perfect to him.

“Mitch really wants you to show up. It’s just dinner,” Y/N tries again.

“Thought we were going to make an order of dumplings and eat them in my bed,” he grumbles.

“Your friends want to celebrate you. I can’t be selfish and keep you all to myself,” she explains, kissing his cheek. He melts against her, and she knows she’s close to surprising him.

“It’s my birthday,” he reminds her. Y/N sighs there is not getting through to him. “And if you promise to show up, then I’ll go.”

Y/N’s face lights up because, of course, she was planning on attending. She wanted to stick to Harry’s plans, but Mitch told her this dinner had been in the works since new years. Mitch shared that Harry goes all out for his friends, and this year they wanted to do something they knew he’d enjoy with his closest friend (Y/N now included).

“Pick me up from work, and we’ll go,” she promises him

Harry groans, “you’re working?”

Y/N sits back against his comfortable velvet green couch and laughs because he knew she is working. Her work schedule is written under his in purple ink. The color of her eyeshadow the night they shared their first kiss. Y/N, with time, had come to learn how sappy Harry could be, from having her favorite snacks stored in the pantry to buying lotion for when she came to stay the night with him. It was the little things that reminded her he cared.

“You know I am.”

“But it’s my birthday,” he pouts.

Y/N shakes her head, “you know my brother is trying to hire another receptionist, but even if he does, I’ll have to show her the ropes. I’m off at five, honey.”

Harry sighs, a red blush falling over his cheeks. It was damn endearing knowing that Y/N had that effect on him.

“Let’s go to bed.”

“It’s only ten,” Y/N laughs but follows behind him as he pulls her to his bedroom.

“The sooner I wake up, the sooner I’ll get a kiss from you.”

Y/N giggles. She can’t argue with that logic.

Harry glanced at the clock on his nightstand, the time staring back at him: 12:03 am. He looked down at Y/N cuddled close to him, blankets tangled all around her, her hair a mess looking like a perfect angel.

“Happy Birthday to me,” he whispered, wishing he would be lucky enough to share his future birthdays with her.

At seven am, Y/N was coaxed from Harry’s warm bed and dragged herself down to his kitchen to prepare her birthday boy a lovely breakfast. As she finished cutting up the strawberries, her phone rang, and she sees it her brother stating it was an emergency. She contemplated telling her brother someone else could help, desperate to be here, wanting to shower Harry with love and affection, but she knew her brother wouldn’t have called her if he didn’t need her.

“I’m on my way,” she assures her brother.

Y/N knew Harry’s alarm was set to ring in a few minutes. She knew he’d roll over and bring her close to his chest, but today he’d wake up to find her missing. She left him a messy note and his breakfast prepared on his side table. She would see him in a few hours.

Harry woke up on his birthday to the smell of coffee and Y/N’s special waffles but with no Y/N. He searched for her throughout his apartment, although he knew he wouldn’t find her. There was a note beside the tray holding his breakfast, a promise that she didn’t want to leave but would see him later because she owed him a birthday kiss. He knew she would be good on her promise.

His day was calm. He went down to the coffee shop Y/N loved and introduced him to. He was a fan of the lavender oat milk latte, maybe because he knew it was Y/N’s order, but he also loved it had that perfect balance of sweetness.

“Morning, H,” Sabira greets. “Do you want your usual?”

“Yes, please, oh and a scone,” he adds. He pulls out a twenty, ready to hand it over, but Sabira shakes her head.

“Already paid for.” She leaves no room for argument, and he knows who was up to this.

“Did she? When did Y/N come in?”

Sabira laughs, “yesterday. She’s a special one.”

Harry nods, thanking her because he got so lucky that Y/N chose to give him a chance. He’s counting down the hours until he reunites with her. He spends a few hours in the coffee shop reading a book he took from Y/N’s apartment because he saw how old and marked up it was, wanting to learn more about her through her favorite things.

Mitch had been bugging him if he was on his way for over an hour when he very well knew he wasn’t. Harry was on his way to see pick up his girlfriend, and if he took over an hour to get to a dinner he didn’t want to go to, then so be it.

Harry walks into the familiar tattoo shop and is instantly disappointed when he doesn’t find Y/N sitting behind the counter waiting for him. It’s eerily quiet, and Harry knows she must be in the back with her brother.

“Harry!” Gus greets coming out of his office with a client. Gus bids them goodbye telling them they are all set for next week before turning his attention back to Harry. “It’s good to see you, mate.”

“Hi Gus, you too. Where’s Y/N?”

Gus’ eyes widened in realization, “shit, I sent her on a bank run. It was urgent. I’ve needed her help all morning. I’m sure I’d be lost without her.”

You and me both, Harry thinks.

“Did she say when she was coming back?” Harry asks.

Gus shrugs. Not the most helpful bloke, but a nice guy. Harry decided calling her would make this all easier. Gus leaves him be, and on the second ring, Y/N picks up, blurting out apologies.

“H, so sorry. Gus was extra annoying today. Are you at the shop?”

“Mhmm…I miss you. Are you almost here?” Harry stepped out of the shop, hoping he could spot her.

She lets out a deep sigh. “Do you just want to meet at the restaurant?” Y/N hates thinking she’s ruining his day.

“Baby, are you sure? You said we’d arrive together,” he sighs, disappointed. All he wanted was to spend his day with her, and it was proving to be complicated.

When he woke up this morning, all he wished for was a birthday kiss.

“I’ll wait for you out front.” He stays silent. “Please, honey.”

Harry sighs, giving in. “I’ll be there soon.”

Y/N giggles, “Happy Birthday, honey. I’m sorry I wasn’t the first to say it.”

Before Harry can argue that it’s okay and not to worry, she hangs up. It makes him feel lucky to know she cares for him as much as he does for her. Although he thinks he likes her a bit more, he loves spending time with her and hearing all these different stories about her life. Harry knew he could spend the rest of his life with her and would never get tired of her.

The twenty-minute ride to the restaurant felt quick as he listened to Y/N’s favorite playlist. She loved finding playlists that were made for books she’s read. Harry liked getting to know a bit about the stories she was reading even if he wasn’t reading the book because he knew Y/N would end up telling him about her favorite parts and the juicy plot twists.

He quickly pulls into the parking lot and spots Y/N standing by the door. He hurries out, eager to greet her. She’s dressed in a pretty flowing dress. It has a slit up her leg and hugs her in all the right places. Y/N turns around, hearing his heavy steps, and he gasps, taking in the large bouquet of pink and white peonies in her hands. Harry feels his face heat up as she greets him with a mesmerizing smile, partially hiding behind the flowers.

“Happy birthday Harry,” she greets with a shining smile.

Harry giggles, shaking his head, bringing her in for a hug and breathing her in. “Y/N,” he laughs, unable to get over how sweet she looks holding flowers for him. “You didn’t have to get me anything.”

Y/N pulls back, “birthdays are special, or so you told me a couple weeks ago.”

That is true. This would be his best birthday because he got to spend it with Y/N.

“Let’s go on in.” Harry intertwines their hands, ready to lead them inside, but Y/N pulls his back. “What’s wrong?”

“Before we go in, I want to go over something with you,” Harry nods for you to go on. “I know you don’t want to celebrate with all your friends for some odd reason,” she teases before he can interrupt her. She keeps going. “I went inside and spoke with them. I’ve convinced them that you’ll go in and thank everyone. Let them sing you happy birthday, and I’ll drive us to your apartment.” Y/N looks at him with a timid smile.

Harry stares at her, surprised. “We aren’t staying?”

“Nope,” she grins, seeing that Harry’s dimples are beginning to pop out. She knows she made the right move. His friends had good intentions, but Harry wanted a quiet night in, never one to make a big deal out of the day he was born. “We won’t be longer than ten minutes. Mitch even promised to drop your car off at the apartment.”

“I’m so lucky,” he whispers as he leans in to press his lips against hers. He’s waited for this moment all day.

“H,” she breathes out. Her eyes trained on his lips before flicking up to meet his gaze. “Don’t you want your birthday kiss to be special?”

Harry tucks a loose piece of hair behind her ear and leaves a soft kiss on her nose. “You’re special, Y/N. So so special. You’re the best gift I could ever receive, and I’ll remind you every day you allow me to be at your side.”

The flowers are being squished between them, but neither seems to mind too lost in their own world. Y/N knows she has never felt like this with anyone. Being with Harry is all-consuming; the second he’s in a room, all her attention is directed toward him. She hangs on to his every word and doesn’t let a moment go by where she is not close to him, holding his hand, kissing his cheek, or a simple graze on his back. A sign that shows her he’s there and he’s hers.

“Think you’ll remember this kiss then?” Y/N asks as Harry is a breath away from closing the gap between them.

“I remember every kiss we’ve shared. From the kiss you gave me last night before drifting off to sleep to when you kissed me in the supermarket as you sent me to grab tomatoes, leaving my head spinning. To our very first kiss in someone’s backyard as the new year began.” Harry promised he’d cherish every moment with Y/N, and he has. She’s been a gift from the moment she entered his life over a year ago. Now he gets to remind her how special she is each day.

“Well, happy birthday, honey,” she whispers, and with that, Harry kisses her softly.

He doesn’t rush the kiss, instead allows his hands to settle on her waist while Y/N moves her hands to cup his cheeks, not wanting him to pull away (not that he would want to). Y/N takes like her strawberry Chapstick, one she has in every bag she owns, going as far as to leave a few in his car for emergencies. It’s a familiar taste and one he’ll never get sick of. Y/N sighs against his mouth, taking a moment to pull away. Before she can get far, Harry brings her back in. He’s careful not to take it too far, still mindful they are in a public place, their lips move in perfect sync. She was made for him.

“Aye, lovebirds,” they pull away, startled, making Harry turn Y/N away from the door but relaxes when he sees it’s only Mitch. “The candle’s melting onto the cake. Hurry it along,” Mitch grumbles.

Y/N buries her face against Harry’s chest, hating to be caught in such an intimate moment. Harry rolls his eyes before giving Y/N a kiss on the top of her head. “In and out, baby. Then we’ll go home and order food. Just me and you.”

She leans back, “I placed an order for us to go. Dumplings for dinner, H,” Y/N cheered.

As they make their way inside with her hand intertwined with his. Everyone begins to sing. Harry faces embarrassment because Y/N stares at him with the brightest smile, and he knows he would do anything to see her happy. Harry knows he’s falling in love.

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carlyhughes043 · 1 year ago

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Baby came home pt 2 Q.H

summary: reader hasn't had any communication with Quinn in weeks he won't respond but what happens when she goes to a party and sees him moving on with other females.

readers pov.

ive tried communicating and going to Quinns place and he won't respond my roommates are helping me get ready for a party I don't even want to go to. Liv my best friend is putting a light purple eyeshadow with a dark purple glitter on my eyes along with dramatic cat-eye lashes while Grace curls my hair adding glitter hairspray. feeling like a character from euphoria with a dress I borrowed from liv and high heel boots from grace we get into an uber and head to the party.

At the party

walking into the party hearing the bass from the speakers bumping loud following liv and grace where we end up in the kitchen getting a cup of Pink Whitney and a shot of tequila to get us in the mood to party. Liv and Grace grab my hand and take me into the living room where girls are dancing and gridding with the boys I see my ex Brayden in one corner talking to some blonde girl whose clearly super drunk while Matt,Jack and Quinn are in another corner sitting on the couch where some red head is sitting on Quinns lap whispering in his ear which sends a pit of rage into my stomach we haven't even officially broken up and here he is with another girl while I'm trying to keep us together ill show him what he's gonna regret. I let go of grace and liv and the first guy I see is Mark also one of Quinns teammates who got recruited from high school he's always had a thing for me and has even asked liv if she'd give him my snap when I was with Quinn which obviously pissed Quinn off but I thought it was sweet. I whisper in marks ear "wanna dance" he just nods fast surprised I start dancing on him to the beat of lollipop by lil Wayne I get a whoop from grace and a get it from liv obviously getting the attention from those around me I can feel Quinns eyes burning holes into us his loss tho shouldn't have acted that way and its not like some hoes in his lap right now. as the song ends I say ill be right back I'm going to get my 5th drink I'm a little tipsy but its the most fun ive had in weeks chugging the red solo cup full of pink Whitney and fixing a cup of Malibu and taking a shot of vodka I see Brayden come in and open his mouth asking how I am I just nod and he says "I heard you got a position for a writing company". I shake my head and say "yea I doubt I'm gonna take it tho everyone I loves here and it ruined my relationship". " oh really?" he says "I actually have to tell you something that's sorta funny". "what's that?" "so you didn't actually get accepted into that program I made it with mark to get you and Quinn to break up because we wanted you". "now we can be together". I scoff with tears in my eyes "ill never with you". I turn away with tears going down my face I go to liv and grace "what's wrong love"grace says wiping my face hiccuping I say "Brayden and mark made a fake program for my writing so Quinn and id breakup" sobbing even harder "I love him and now he won't even look at me".

jack hears walking over to Quinn whispering in his ear his face turns a dark shade of red getting up heading to the kitchen where Brayden and mark are talking he reels back his arm and starts beating the shit out of Brayden everyone loudly saying "FIGHT,FIGHT,FIGHT". the girls running into the kitchen seeing Brayden get up and say "come on tough guy I'm your teammate she's just some slut whose been around the block". Quinn continues beating him saying "don't you ever talk about her." he hears a small "Quinn stop you're gonna get in trouble with the coaches". it's his girl jack pulls Quinn off of Brayden walking him outside for a breather liv,y/n and grace follow.

"baby I'm sor-" Quinn starts y/n stops him by kissing him telling him its not his fault rubbing his face looking into his eyes "it was all them we just reacted how they wanted us to" y/n says "please don't leave me ever again" she cries "its been absolute hell I-" Quinn stops her and kisses her and says "ill never leave you again your my forever". they kiss and ride back home one the ride home Quinn pulls out a tiny box from his middle compartment opening the box its a small ring with a small diamond in the center with blue gems surrounding it he states "baby I got this the night before you told me I planned on asking you that weekend will you please do the honor of being my gorgeous wife" a sobbing y/n says yes yes shaking her head

A/N hey guys I hope you really enjoyed this I'm so sorry if it wan't what y'all wanted let me know who'd you like next

I write for

Trevor Zegras

Jack Hughes

Quinn Hughes

Cole Caulfield

Mark Estapa

Rutger Mcgroarty

and so many more just let me know!

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hearts-hunger · 2 years ago

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Dad Danny where the kids make him watch their dance routines they made up in the living room all day and then with their big brown eyes persuade him to dance with them and perform when you get home from work. Your daughters putting a bow in his hair and all three of them with pink tutus on. That man would not be able to say no when it comes to his girls. He’s nails would never not be painted and you’d come home so often to see blue eyeshadow on him that Danny had completely forgot about. And tea parties in the summer! Sam would come round and Rosie would be the guest of honour

“no, daddy, you have to step with your left foot.”

danny gave his daughter a puzzled squint for a moment, wondering if he was maybe having a stroke, or else wondering if the eye shadow from the kiddie makeup kit was slowly eating away at his sanity the longer it stayed smudged on his face.

“left foot,” he repeated. he stepped with his left foot.

she gave a dramatic sigh. “left foot, daddy.” she tapped his right foot. “come on. you can do it.”

by some miracle, he managed to smother his laughter and step out on his right foot. “did i do it right that time?”

she beamed up at him. “yes! see, it's not that hard.”

danny smiled. “thank you for teaching me, sweetheart. i promise i'll get it this time.”

she watched like a strict ballet instructor as he did the simple two step-skip-jump routine she'd come up with. sam was coming over for a tea party any minute now, and they had to have something to perform for him and rosie.

she clapped and cheered enthusiastically when he did it correctly, left and right feet notwithstanding, and her little sister toddled over from her blocks to join in the excitement.

“dada!” she called, giving him uppy arms. he scooped her up and kissed her chubby cheek, loving the sound of her giggle.

the doorbell rang, and all three of them greeted sam at the door.

“rosie!” both girls all but screeched. rosie wagged her tail happily and withstood the eager but gentle pets delivered by both of danny's girls.

“my, daniel, aren't you looking beautiful,” sam teased. “that blue eye shadow really brings out your eyes.”

“thank you,” danny said. he showed sam his hand. “it matches my nail polish.”

“the neon pink bow kind of clashes, though,” sam said, looking over him with a critical eye. “the shiny lip gloss is okay. not my favorite.”

“i have different ones!” danny's oldest piped up. “do you want to pick one for you, uncle sammy?”

“you pick, honey,” sam said, accepting the beer danny gave him.

“can i do your hair too?”

“oh, i guess.”

she giggled and ran to gather the things she would need to play salon with her uncle, leaving the baby to sit contentedly with rosie.

sam took a swig of beer. “i thought we were having lunch while the girls took a nap.”

danny shook his head. “not until we have our tea party, apparently.”

“oh, of course,” sam said with a grin. “and get all pretty, too.”

danny smiled. “you can't show up to a tea party under-dressed, sam. you know that.”

“i already feel under-dressed,” sam said. “i don't have a tutu.”

danny glanced down and laughed. “i forgot i was even wearing that.”

danny's oldest came back out from her room with her makeup kit. “okay, uncle sammy. your turn to get saloned!”

sam grinned. “i'm gonna start using that. 'get saloned, idiot.'”

“daddy says that's not a nice word,” she scolded.

sam clapped a hand over his mouth. “you're right, honey. i'm sorry.”

“that's okay,” she said, gesturing for him to sit on the floor in front of her. “i heard uncle joshy say a word that's really not nice, and he didn't even say sorry.”

sam smiled. “who did he say it to?”

“uncle jakey.”

sam laughed. “sounds about right.”

she directed danny to do his dance for sam while sam got his makeup done, and danny got rosie riled up with his perfomance. sam laughed and called rosie over, the baby right behind her, scratching behind rosie's ears and holding the baby in his lap as he critiqued danny's performance.

“needs work,” sam said. he looked to his oldest niece. “he's not a very good student, is he?”

she giggled. “he doesn't even know which foot is his left foot.”

when sam was finally pretty enough to suit her and his hair was in three lopsided braids, danny shooed everyone outside to enjoy the sunshine. sam and danny stood at the back door, watching the girls run around with rosie.

“you know what, dan?”

“hm?”

“i sure do like your kids.”

danny smiled and clinked his beer bottle against his best friend's.

“thanks. i like them too.”

#girl dad danny and uncle sammy are my life okay!!!!#this ask was so good bestie thank you so much #maddie talks to friends!#dad!gvf #maddie writes stuff!

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18+ One Shot. Billy Hargrove (stranger Things) X OC Rubie. Minors do not read, k thanks. CHEERS TO US Rubie normally wasn't one for parties, but she had just caught her boyfriend cheating on her last week and needed something interesting to take her mind off the bullshit of a wasted two-year relationship. She walked in dressed in a above the knee blue and black plaid skirt, black fishnets, her black and white doc marten boots, and a tight fitting Metalica T-shirt. Her eyes were a lovely grey blue color, a smokey black eyeshadow and some mascara was the only makeup she wore. Her long black hair was pulled into a ponytail with a strand lose on each side to frame her pale face. She had a small blue metallic hoop in her lower lip right in the center and a tattoo on her thigh of a crescent moon with a black raven standing on it. A nod to Edgar Allan Poe who she had always been fond of reading.

She quickly found her a spot out of the way in the dining room. She leaned up against the wall by the back door, beer in hand sipping at it as she watched the other people around her mingle. Some girls were dancing in front of the entrance to the dining area, lewdly grinding on one another, drinks in hand, with some guys watching on in dumb struck awe. She rolled her eyes and slipping out the back door sitting on a soft lawn chair and pulling a book out of her bag. A collection of some of Edgar's best works, by the condition of the spine of the book, it was well loved. When she was done with her beer a guy came out and handed her another with a wink like he knew she needed the alcohol. She looked up at him and knew who he was though they never really spoke, had one class together in College this semester. She knew he was a bit older than her. Billy…that was his name. She nodded and mumbled a thank you before cracking it open drinking down half of it then went back to her book. "Need another come find me and let me know baby girl." She nodded and Billy went back inside.

She remembers him having anger issues back in high school but again, she never really spoke to him then either being a grade under him. She finished the beer he had brought her bringing her total to four now. She felt a little better, thoughts of her cheat of an ex Tyler completely fading from memory. She leaned her head back against the cool brick of the house and sighed. She heard someone sit in the chair beside her, assuming Billy had come back out to find her. Her eyes stayed closed as she talked. "Come to bring me more alcohol stud?" The laugh in response had her eyes popping open. That was NOT his laugh. She felt a warm hand against her thigh and shot daggers into the man beside her. Carver… smug bastard was one of Tyler's friends from basketball. "What do you want Carver…" he squeezed her thigh with a dark smile. "Well, Ty told me his goth bitch of a woman dumped him. Something about you catching him with Carol? Surprised ya didn't catch him sooner. He was cheating on you for an entire year babe. Ya know, I could take your mind off of him."

"The drinks are doing plenty to take my mind off him. You being here only makes it worse actually because you knew he was stepping out on me Carver." She rolled her eyes at the man beside her. His hand slid beneath her skirt and she jumped up slapping him across his face with a loud SMACK. "You have a girl Jason! Chrissy is a good chick and deserves better than your dirt bag ass!" She stomped away to go inside but he yanked her back with a tight grip on her wrist and an angry scowl. She looked at him realizing she had cut his chick with one of her black painted nails. "shit…" He grinned down at her darkly. "Yeah shit! You fucking made me bleed cunt… no one makes me bleed without consequences." He rose up a fist to hit her but then there was a crack to the side of his head and he went down with a loud groan. Rubie swung around seeing a rage filled Billy Hargrove standing there. He shoved her behind himself to block her from Jason. "Best for you to stay on the fucking concrete if you know what's good for you Carver. I will break your fucking face…"

Jason spit blood on Bill's boot and went to stand up, unsuccessful as Billy kicked him in his chest making him fall back over with a grunt and a gasp for air. Rubie pulled on Billy's arm and he turned to her his rage filled blue grey eyes looking down on her, they softened when he looked at her grey eyes seeing her sadness there. "Billy…can we just…get out of here please. I don't want to be here anymore." He looked back at Jason on the ground and nodded once he saw he wasn't going to cause more issues. He took Rubie's hand and led her back through the house and the crowd of people and then out the front door and down the block to his Camaro. "Him or one of those other cocks ever give you issues again…you come fucking get me. Got it." She nodded and he continued to look at her expectantly. "Y…yes sir, come get you, understood." He smiled and leaned down kissing her cheek. "Good girl. Now get in the car. I'm getting you the fuck away from here." She nodded and slid into the passenger seat when he opened her door. He shut it behind her and she buckled in, putting her book back into her purse and setting it in the floor.

Once he was settled in he turned on the radio "Rock You Like A Hurricane" by the Scorpions came through it. He drummed his fingers on his steering wheel to the beat of the music. His other hand rested on her thigh unless he was shifting gears. She looked over to him, he was smiling to himself and she blushed a bit. He looked even more perfect when he smiled. His blonde curls framed his face perfect and he had a dagger shaped earring hanging down from his ear. He looked like a damned model. How can one man look so damn flawless. The small scar through his brow somehow just added to his looks. She knew enough about Billy to know that he knew he looked good to. In high school he had a different girl hanging off his arm every week. She bit her lower lip a bit, teeth clicking against her lip ring. He smirked to her and gave her a wink flashing her his gorgeous teeth then turned his focus back to the road.

A lake came into view, Lover's Lake to be precise. She hadn't been here since her first date with fucking Tyler where he got handsy with her in his truck. The night ended in nothing for her and him cumming in her mouth, ugh… he never focused on her during sexual encounters now that she thought about it. Which made her even more pissed now because when she had walked in on him and Carol she had been sitting on his face. Fucker. She balled a hand in a fist and huffed as Billy parked in between three rather large tress and killed the engine. "Hey, you are here with me baby girl, not fucking Tyler. You deserve better than that anyway. Don't bother thinking on him anymore. He threw away something really good for a whore who has slept with most of Hawkins at this point. She isn't shit in bed either."

"Well they are fucking perfect for each other then because neither is he. Never was good in bed at least not with me. Holding the good shit out for her I fucking guess." She rolled her eyes and winced as she felt something wet in her palm. "Shit…" She mumbled. Billy took her hand in his forcing her hand to lay out flat pulling her fingers away from her palm seeing the blood dripping from two small nail cuts. He leaned down and licked slowly up her palm chuckling when she gasped. "Didn't think you were the type of guy into blood play there Hargrove?" He looked up at her. licking the blood off his lower lip. "I'm not generally but, I found I kinda liked the taste after getting my ass kicked so many times growing up. Yours is better than my own though." He smirked at her wide-eyed look at him. "Wanna get in the back baby girl?" He gestured to the back seat with his chin and she nodded as she quickly climbed over the center console into the back seat gasping when she felt a hard smack against her left ass cheek hearing Billy chuckle behind her.

He got back in the back with her and pulled her into his lap. "Fuck you're so pretty. Goth chicks are always so damn hot." She looked into his blue eyes seeing a cloud of lust behind them. "Oh yeah Hargrove? My type get your rocks off huh? Never seen you with anything but preppy bitches." He grabbed her ass with both hands. "Yeah I looked at you all the time in school though. I got with them because they were easy baby. You though, you are that sweet treat I have been aiming for. For years in fact." Billy pressed his lips against hers roughly making her moan a bit into it, him grinding his hips into her in response with a low growl. She bit his lower lip almost hard enough to bring blood but not quite. He leaned down pushing her hair off her shoulder and tilted her chin up with his thumb to expose her neck to him. He bit in with a growl the mix of pain and pleasure made her whimper and grind down against him. He chuckled at her again flashing those gorgeous whites at her. "What is it baby girl? Am I getting you needy? I have pictured you in this position on my lap more times than I can fucking count Rubie." She squeaked in response unable to form words. Instead she just roughly pressed her lips against his again and shoved her black painted nails into his hair pulling at those perfect blonde curls softly. He groaned into the kiss and bucked his hips lightly against her.

He shifted their positions putting her on her back and lifting her skirt. Putting one leg over each of his broad shoulders. He quickly undid the buttons of his silky red button up exposing his chest to her. He looked down at her fishnets with a devilish grin and made intense eye contact with her as he tore them open with barely any effort at all. He hooked a finger on the edge of her panties and yanked them to the side swiftly. "My my, look at you baby girl. Already glistening with excitement for me huh?" She nodded and bit her lower lip again sucking in a gasp of air as he shoved his index finger knuckle deep inside of her and started to thrust it in and out, curling it just right to hit the spongy g-spot inside her. She arched her back and moaned out for him. "Fuck you sound so pretty making those noises for me baby. Tell me, how longs it been since a man made you cum huh?"

"There is a first for everything right? Always h…fuck…had to get myself off with my exs." She groaned as he shoved in his middle finger now as well thrusting and curling both fingers inside of her, wet noises of her excitement ringing out in the small space around them. "Fucking shame. Well, that won't ever be a fucking problem again baby girl cause I am going to make this pussy mine. Anytime we fuck I am gonna take really good care of ya."

He leaned in and ran his tongue through her folds finding her clit quickly. He started tracing numbers and letters over her clit making her moan out his name and grab a fistful of his hair. He scissored his fingers inside her to stretch her a bit to ready her for him knowing she had never had a guy his size before if they couldn't even be bothered to make her cum. He captured her clit between his lips sucking roughly at the bundle of nerves. "F..fuck! B…Billy so good.. oh god!" He chuckled and looked up at her as he worked his fingers in and out of her. "Oh baby girl, God isn't here and if he is we are going straight to hell. When I am done you will be calling me your god sweet thing." He captured the bundle of nerves again and sucked harshly at it making her buck her hips against his lips more. "D…Don't stop Billy I am so so c…close oh shit!"

He started thrusting his fingers in and curling them more in a punishing pace as he suckled and licked at her clit even giving a few nibbles to it that made her make the most gorgeous pornographic noises he had ever heard. One more thrust and a curl of his fingers pressing on her G-spot and she was done for. She arched her back her core snapping and bursting with heat as her orgasm ripped through her. "Billy! fuckfuckfuck!" She screamed out as she roughly pulled his hair. He fingered her through the harsh waves of her orgasm and finally stopped when she shoved at his hand nearly crying from over stimulation. "How was that baby girl? Good for you?"

"Oh gods yes Billy… fuck I have never came like that before in my fucking life." She laughed still feeling the after effects of it all. He sucked her cum from his fingers and released them from his mouth with a pop. "Need….ugh….Billy." He smirked at her and licked her thigh. "Need what baby girl? You're gonna have to tell me or you won't get what ya want." She whimpered and looked up at him with a pout. "You Billy, need you! Deep inside me. Cumming inside me. Filling me up. Need all of you pleaseplease." He chuckled and nodded as he undid his belt, zipper, and button of his jeans yanking them and his boxers down releasing his hardened cock with a slap as it landed against his stomach. "Oh fuck Billy you're gonne break me in half…" She gasped as she looked at him. Her mouthwatering at the sight. He smirked down at her. "Don't worry baby you will love it, promise." He lined himself up with her. "Sure you don't want me to get a condom babe?"

She nodded. "No condom. Wanna feel all of you. I have never fucked without a rubber before but I don't want anything keeping me from the full experience of this Billy." She blushed and that was all the approval he needed as he pushed his drooling cock head into her, stretching her around him. It stung and she hissed a breath out wincing as he shoved a bit deeper. "Gonna put the rest in now baby, ready?" She nodded and he shoved in sinking his full length into her. Stopping for her to adjust to him. It stung in the best way possible for her. Tears stung her eyes as she breathed and adjusted. A couple of minutes passed and she nodded. "Okay y..you can move now I can take it." He smiled and pulled out almost completely and then slammed back into her. He started slow at first then pushed her legs up, holding them in place with his hands with a grip that was sure to leave some beautiful bruises on her thighs tomorrow. He started slamming in at a punishing pace after a few more slow thrusts. The change from sort of gentle to rough made her scream out for him. "FUCK Billy! Oh gods Baby yes!" He growled and leaned down biting her breast leaving teeth marks. "Taking me so well baby girl. Sooo fucking well." She clenched more around him nearing her second orgasm now.

"Hmmm that's it baby girl. Ohh sweet girl, need you to cum with me baby." He whispered into her ear as he fucked her so hard the car rocked heavily. Leaving nothing to the imagination of any unfortunate passerby. A mix of skin slapping together, and moans and low growls filled the inside of the car. He continued to slam his cock deep into her. Hitting all the right places. He shoved his hand between them rubbing at her sensitive bundle of nerves making her scream out. "That's it baby, let go, cum with me." His words sent her hurdling over her edge. The snap happened again as her orgasm flooded through her even harder than the last making her see fucking stars. "Fuck Billy!!! oh god fuckfuck!" He moaned out for her as his own orgasm shot through him, painting her inner walls with his thick ropes of cum. "Fuck yes Rubie! Fuck been wanting to fill you up like this for so long!"

He collapses ontop of her both of them breathing hard panting breaths as they came down from their sexual highs together. After awhile he grabbed some tissues from the center console and cleaned her up as best he could discarding the cum coated pieces of cloth into an empty bag he had in his back seat floor. She fixed her clothes and opted to just take off her torn apart fishnets. They were a lost cause. "I will uh… buy you some new ones baby. Sorry bout that." She chuckled and kissed his cheek. "No worries baby, I am sure we are gonna have a heavy hit to our wallets over fishnets if I wear them more."

"Eh, I can afford it baby. No big deal." He kissed her again then pulled two shot glasses and a small bottle of vodka from his center console. Pouring them both a shot handing her a purple shot glass holding his own black one. "Seal the deal with a toast baby. You're my girl now. Tyler n Carol can eat their fucking hearts out when they see you on my fucking arm come Monday at college." She chuckled and kissed him softly. "Your girl. Yeah I like how that sounds. Billy Hargrove and Rubie Matthews. What a fucking pair." She grinned and clinked her shot glass to his. "Well, Cheers to us!" She said excitedly as they both threw back their shots before heading back to her apartment that was right next to Tylers for round two.

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