#time to start actually saying yes to these dates

[ham1lton]

I’LL BE THE GIRL OF HIS DREAMS (MAYBE??)

pairings: oscar piastri x stan account!reader

warnings: none?

faceclaim: pam hughes / pamalaaam on ig.

summary: it is a truth universally acknowledged that a fast driver must be in want of a girlfriend—oscar piastri just didn’t expect his to be a twitter menace.

author’s note: jam is just a nickname that yn goes by online, which is good for security on the internet. stay safe kids !

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yourusername: girl date w/ bffname. jam, books and the winter air. what could be better?

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user1: WAHT?!

— user2: omg she wasn’t joking she’s actually that gorgeous.

user3: sorry you’re so pretty i’m taken aback. i assume that all ppl who argue online r hideous trolls but you’re clearly not. sorry. i apologise.

user4: did u buy your namesake?

— yourusername: ofc!! spent my paycheck on new ones. i’m the proud mama of two strawberry jams 😽

user5: LANDO LIKED YOUR POST

user6: literally drop the skincare routine rn or i’m calling the authorities.

– yoursername: genetics + water + spite <3

user7: girl what books did u get i need the haul

– yoursername: east of eden, the glass castle and some other classics!! i’ll post a proper vid later if you’d like <3

user8: lando liked… HE’S WATCHING.

– user9: he’s been watching. oscar is shaking.

user10: okay but imagine arguing with someone online and then finding out they look like this. i’d delete my account.

– user11: user3 already went through all five stages of grief in these comments.

user12: winter air is nice and all but i feel like oscar should be here warming you up just saying!!

friend: girl date and no invite?! feeling betrayed rn …. 😓

— yourusername: ur in australia but i apologise. we should have walked through land and sea. next time i see u i owe u a matcha for the trauma babe 😞

— friend: a decent apology. i accept it 😽

user13: she fights, she reads, she stuns… what CAN’T she do?

– yoursername: parallel park.

user14: not me zooming in to confirm this isn’t an ai-generated model.

– yoursername: sorry to disappoint, i’m very real and very chronically online.

user15: OSCAR GIRLIES R HOT WBK <3

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from: mclaren racing team@mclaren.com

to: jam jamdoesf1@gmail.com

subject: you’re invited – race weekend with mclaren

hi jam,

we hope you’re well. we’ve been following your incredible f1 content and couldn’t help but notice your… passionate defence of a certain quiet australian. it’s safe to say the team (and the driver in question) are fans.

we’d love to invite you to join us for the upcoming grand prix weekend as our guest. paddock access, behind-the-scenes moments, and yes – proper tea and snacks included.

let us know if you’re available and we’ll sort everything on our end, including travel and accommodation. we think you’ll have a lot of fun.

looking forward to hearing from you.

cheers,

the mclaren team.

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yourusername: hotties make some noise! (all u haters that say matcha tastes like grass r BABIES!!!)

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user1: i would recognise my goat’s hand anywhere… by touch alone, by smell; i would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. i would know him in death, at the end of the world.

— user1: my boo bear. my king. my reason. my oscar.

— user2: lando get off ur burner.

— user3: ICB LMFOAJDHEISJDN ?!38393&:

user4: jam ily. u taste good in matcha too. multi-use queen <3

*liked by yourusername.*

alexandrasaintmleux: gorgeous girl 🤍 lovely meeting u!!!

— yourusername: says the most gorgeous girl in recorded human history. omg blushing rn 😝

user5: u could say cement tastes good and i’d try it.

user6: jam you’re so fine it’s honestly starting to feel like a personal attack

user7: OSCAR DATING AN F1 OBSESSED GIRL YASSSSS

— user8: me and jam as the mclaren wags. i can see it now.

user9: the middle pic is giving “soft launch” and i’m spiraling

— yourusername: it’s giving “he paid for the matcha so i had to post him”

user10: is ur name really jam?

— yourusername: not legally or professionally or personally but yea :)

user11: the way jam is so unhinged on twt but is the sweetest ever on ig needs to be studied….

— user12: like on twt when she threatened to pull up on that guy who was saying awful things about oscar and he deactivated all his socials??? vs on ig where she goes to farmers’ markets like a granny 😭

user20: if oscar doesn’t soft launch you back i’m rioting

— yourusername: pls i’d settle for him texting back within 3-5 business days

— user21: NOT OSCAR FUMBLING BAD BITCHES NOOOO

— user22: @/oscar GET UPPPPPP!!!!!

— user23: WTFFFFFFFFF STOP THIS MADNESS @/oscar

— user24: if i had a baddie like this i would do anything she asks… jam says jump? i say how high… oscar u need that energy NOW!!!!

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[keeryhours]

teen pregnancy series - steve harrington part 1

Steve Harrington x female! reader

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Summary:

You find yourself pregnant with your best friend Nancy’s boyfriend’s baby after a drunken mistake.

Part 2

Warnings:

Smut (18+), unprotected p in v, oral sex (f receiving), pregnancy, angst, sort of cheating but not really

Word Count: 11.7k

A/N:

I have worked SO HARD on this fic y’all. I really wanted to post the whole thing (27k words) but tumblr wouldn’t let me. So here we have part 1! Part 2 will be out tomorrow! I also want to give a big shoutout to my bestie @punkrockmlchael for the banner and for my friends and beta readers @glassbxttless @lesservillain @fizzing-imagines @the-witty-pen-name!

‘King’ Steve Harrington never paid any attention to you until he started dating your best friend, Nancy Wheeler. It had been a surprise when he asked her out - you, Nancy, and Barb had been quiet and stayed off to yourselves. You were a tight knit friend group, but certainly not popular. So when Steve asked Nancy out, you and Barb had been skeptical.

“Are you sure he has the best intentions?” Barb asked. “Because it’s Steve Harrington. He goes through girls like crazy.”

“Agreed,” you added. “I’m suspicious.”

“Guys, he’s actually really nice!” Nancy always defended him. “And it’s not even that serious. We just made out once…or twice.”

You and Barb exchanged a look. You didn’t really believe Steve had changed. You feared your best friend was going to get her heart broken, badly.

“What do you guys have in common anyway?” Barb asked. “He’s not, you know…exactly an honor student.”

“Barb!” Nancy scolded with a laugh. “He’s actually really sweet and funny. And a good kisser.”

You and Barb got lost in a fit of giggles at that. It was the first time any of you were having any kind of experience with a guy. The three of you were always overlooked by the guys of Hawkins High, but you didn’t really mind. There were more important things than high school relationships. It was a little exciting, though.

“So is he your boyfriend yet?” You asked, a teasing smile on your face.

“No,” Nancy said, blushing. “I don’t know if he-“

You were all surprised when Steve came seemingly out of nowhere, wrapping his arms around Nancy and making her squeal as he lifted her off the ground. It was sickeningly sweet.

“Steve!” She mock scolded him as he sat her down, and she playfully slapped his chest.

“What? I haven’t seen you in forever,” Steve said, suave grin on his handsome face.

“It’s been like 2 hours,” Nancy laughed.

“Tell me about it,” Steve said, pulling her in for a kiss. You and Barb looked away, feeling awkward.

Finally Steve acknowledged the two of you, giving you both a polite smile. “Sorry. Can I steal Nance for a few?”

Before either of you could say anything, Steve was leading a giggling Nancy away, leaving you and Barb alone. 

“I just hope she doesn’t forget about us,” Barb said.

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“Steve wants us to go to Tina’s halloween party,” Nancy said at her locker before lunch. You and Barb exchanged a look.

“All of us?” You asked, skeptically.

“Yes, all of us,” Nancy said, attempting to reassure you both. “I wouldn’t want to go at all if you guys couldn’t come.”

“It’s not exactly…our scene,” Barb said. Her brows were furrowed as she pushed her glasses higher on her nose. “I don’t know if they really want us there, Nance.”

“Who cares?” Nancy said. “We should just go and be stupid teenagers and have fun for once.”

It took some convincing, Barb more than you, but finally you agreed to go together. You picked out a costume - a short, sexy red dress with devil horns on your head. You thought about someone maybe being interested in you at the party - you had to admit to yourself that you were a little jealous of Nancy’s relationship with Steve. It got lonely, sometimes.

Steve was picking all three of you up. Your house was the first on the way, so he picked you up first. You felt nervous as you walked down the driveway and got into the passenger seat of Steve’s car.

“Hey,” he greeted you, giving you his usual charming smile. You definitely understood what Nancy saw in him - Steve was handsome. “You look great.”

“You too,” you said, and he did. He and Nancy had gone with a couples costume - Risky Business - and he looked very good. He had a pair of sunglasses stuck in the front of his black shirt.

You mostly rode in silence on the way to the Wheeler’s house, Steve’s radio playing softly in the background. When Nancy came walking out of the house, Steve’s face lit up, and something in you sunk as you climbed out to slide into the back seat.

You felt a little better when you picked up Barb and she joined you in the back, making you feel less like an awkward third wheel. She was dressed like a librarian, which was honestly very normal for her.

The party was already in full swing when you arrived. You and Barb trailed behind Steve and Nancy into the house, following them straight to the punch bowl. Steve made a drink for all three of you. Barb took a tiny sip of hers, making a face. You tried yours, but it wasn’t too bad. Strong, though.

The party was less painful than you’d feared. You mostly stayed off to the side with Barb, drinking on your own. You watched the partygoers dance together, including Steve and Nancy, and you longed to join them. But you couldn’t bring yourself to.

At some point you lost your friends, leaving you standing in the kitchen alone. Nancy and Steve had disappeared into a bathroom, Nancy wiping at a big red punch stain on the front of her shirt. You’d watched them go, wondering what happened between them.

You continued sipping at your drink, watching the party rage on around you. The alcohol was making you less self conscious and more loose, but you still couldn’t bring yourself to join in. You wished you could. You wondered what it would like to be popular, or even to just be a normal teenage girl.

It wasn’t long before you spotted Nancy again, drunk as hell and angry.

“Where are you going?” You asked her as she drunkenly stormed through the party with Jonathan Byers and Barb trailing behind her.

“Home,” she slurred, stumbling over her own feet. You were too drunk to properly question it, simply watching as she left with Jonathan and Barb in tow. Jonathan seemed sober, at least. No one asked you if you wanted a ride, too. You figured you would ‘enjoy’ the party a little longer, figure out how you were getting home later.

You turned around and walked right into Steve Harrington.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, looking way more upset than the last time you’d seen him. He looked like he might have been crying, his eyes red rimmed.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You asked, looking him over with concern.

He shook his head. “Nothing. It’s…it’s nothing.”

“Doesn’t seem like nothing,” you said softly. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Steve considered your offer. He didn’t know if he wanted to talk about Nancy right now, but getting back to the party didn’t sound like much fun either. He also didn’t really want to go home and be alone. “Sure. Okay.”

That’s how you ended up alone in a bedroom with Steve, sitting awkwardly next to each other on Tina’s parents’ bed. Steve sighed, rubbing his hands on his thighs.

“Me and Nancy…I don’t know,” he started, like he couldn’t find his words. “I know she’s your best friend. I’m not trying to say anything bad about her. I love her. But I think we might be over.”

“Why do you think that?” You asked softly. You knew Nancy really liked Steve. This was their first real argument, and it seems like it was a big one.

“She just…” he sighed again. “She said we’re bullshit. What does that even mean? That she doesn’t love me?”

“I don’t think that’s true,” you said. “Nancy really cares about you-“

“But does she love me?” He gestured with his hand then let it flop onto his lap in defeat. “I don’t know. I don’t think she does. I don’t know why she would.”

“What do you mean?” You furrowed your brows at him. “Why wouldn’t she?”

“Because I’m…” He gestured again, like he didn’t know how to articulate what he was trying to say. “I’m me. I’m an asshole. I’m dumb. I care too much about being popular. She’s too good for me.”

“Steve, that’s not true,” you said, laying your hand over his. “You’re an incredible person. I mean, sure you have a reputation, but since you’ve dated Nancy I’ve gotten to see some of the real you, and…I like the real Steve.”

He slowly looked up at you. “You do?”

“Yeah, of course I do.” You smiled gently. “I like the real Steve a lot.”

Steve’s eyes searched yours. His gaze darted down to your lips for only a second before meeting your eyes again. Then he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours.

You were shocked at first, your eyes going wide. But you quickly melted into his kiss - it felt so right. Steve moaned against your lips as he deepened the kiss and you grabbed onto his shirt, pulling him closer to you. The kiss turned heated fast, Steve’s tongue slipping into your mouth and pressing against your own. Your tongues danced together in a sloppy rhythm, your kisses hungry and desperate for one another.

His hands trailed under your dress, feeling the smooth skin of your plush thighs, one hand sliding between your legs to tease you through your panties. You gasped - you’d never been touched there before. It was new, exciting. You were wet already, and Steve could feel it.

“Wet for me?” He mumbled against your lips, nipping at your bottom lip and making you gasp. “I can feel you.”

You blushed deeply, feeling ashamed. What if he didn’t like it? What if he thought it was gross?

He didn’t seem like he thought it was gross. He seemed like he liked it. He pressed against something that had you moaning against his mouth, your grip on his shirt tightening. 

“Have you ever been touched before?” He asked, hand slipping beneath your panties. His fingers traced between your folds, collecting your wetness on his fingers before he started rubbing against that bundle of nerves again.

“No,” you admitted, your voice shaky. “Never.”

“I’ll be gentle,” he promised. “You’re so pretty, you know that?”

You didn’t know that. No guy had ever said that to you before. You thankfully didn’t have to say anything because Steve pressed his lips to yours again, kissing any words away. It felt weird to have his tongue pressing against your own, the way his hands grabbed at you, like he wanted you.

“Can I take this off?” He asked quietly, pulling at your red dress. You heart thundered in your chest, wondering what was going to happen, if you were really about to lose your virginity to Steve Harrington. Who was your best friend’s boyfriend - or, used to be.

You nodded, and Steve smiled, pushing you back onto the bed. He climbed over you, slowly kissing from your legs upwards as he pushed the dress higher and higher. You were shaking, nervous even through the haze of the alcohol. But his touch was so nice, it felt so good, you wanted to keep going.

He pushed the dress over your head until you were left in nothing but your bra and panties, suddenly horrifically self conscious. You crossed your arms over your body on instinct.

Steve gently grabbed your arms, moving them down. “You’re beautiful,” he said. “You don’t have to hide from me. I love your body.”

He sat up then, removing his shirt. His chest was muscular, and he had a lot of chest hair. It was hot, manly. You rubbed over his chest, feeling the ridges of his muscles, the skin beneath your touch. He shivered on instinct, a low moan coming from his lips.

You could feel how hard he was from where he was pressed against your thigh. He grinded against you, moaning, and you felt scared - he seemed big. You didn’t know how you were going to take him - you’d never taken anybody before, and Steve seemed like an advanced place to start.

He reached behind your back and unhooked your bra, removing it completely. His lips found your nipple right away and you let out a mix between a gasp and a moan - it was unexpected and new, but it felt good. Steve sucked on it, running his tongue around it, making you arch your back into his mouth. His hand played with your other nipple until he switched, giving them both attention.

When he was done, he kissed down your chest and stomach, back down to your panties. He hooked his fingers in the waistband, looking up at you. “Can I?”

You looked at him. “Can you what?”

Steve chuckled. “Taste you?”

You didn’t really know what he meant by that. “Um, sure?”

Steve smiled at you, then he pulled your panties down your legs. You felt infinitely more exposed now - no one had ever seen you there before. There were a lot of firsts tonight. Steve spread your legs, and you would have been embarrassed if he hadn’t groaned at the sight.

He lowered himself between your legs, and you gasped loudly when you felt Steve’s tongue between your folds. He groaned again as he began to devour you, sucking at your clit and running his tongue over it.

The feeling was like nothing you’d ever experienced in your life. You moaned uncontrollably, hands shooting down to tangle in Steve’s hair. He moaned against your pussy as he ate you, loving every moment of it.

Steve was grinding his hips against the bed, his cock rock hard and aching beneath his pants. He lapped up every bit of wetness you gave him, you were the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted. 

“Christ,” he moaned against you, truly burying his face into you and breathing in your scent. “You taste so good. I can’t get enough.”

You were losing your mind. Pitchy moans spilling from your lips, body writhing on the bed. Whatever he was doing was incredible, it made your body feel like it was full of electricity, a coil tightening deep in your belly.

“Steve…Steve…” you moaned, pulling on his locks. You started grinding yourself against his face, desperate for more more more, desperate for him to never stop. You thought you might die if he did.

You felt something pressing against your entrance, making you jump. “What…what are you…?”

“Jus’ getting you ready,” he hummed against you. “‘s okay?”

You were too out of it to think much about it. “Um…yes.”

You gasped loudly at the intrusion of his finger pressing inside you. You’d never even done this to yourself before, the feeling completely foreign. Weird, but good. He slowly pumped his finger in and out of you, you were so wet there was hardly any resistance.

You were so lost in the pleasure he was giving you that you barely noticed when he began pushing a second finger inside. But suddenly you were even more full, his fingers curling deep inside you and pressing against something that had you moaning his name even louder.

“Steve! Oh, fuck-“

“That’s it,” he moaned against you, “just like that. You gonna cum for me?”

You whined in response, shaking hand tightening in his hair. He chuckled, moving back to suck on your clit again and sending you reeling. He pumped his fingers faster and faster, your back arching off the bed as your vision began going white.

“Oh, god- fuck! Steve, ohmygod, holy shit-“

Steve put his all into it as your orgasm hit you, working you through the most mind blowing experience of your life. How was he so good? You felt like you’d died and gone to heaven.

“That’s it, baby, cum f’me,” he encouraged you, but as the orgasm intensified you began grinding against his tongue, shutting him up happily. He moaned against you, sending vibrations through your clit.

He rode you through it until you couldn’t take it anymore, until you were pushing him away and he was grinning with the confidence only King Steve could possess. You suddenly understood the nickname.

He kissed up your body, working his way back up to your lips. He quickly undid his pants, shoving them and his boxers down his legs. You were right - he was huge. He wrapped a hand around his massive cock, slowly stroking it as he looked down at your body.

“Fuckin’ beautiful,” he slurred, and he wobbled a bit as he sat up on his knees. The room felt like it was tilting back and forth, like you were on a boat. It was not helping the nausea building in your stomach.

Steve spread your legs, settling himself between them. He grinded his cock through your folds, coating it in your wetness as he nipped and sucked at your neck. “Y’ready?”

“Uh…yeah,” you said, holding onto Steve’s shoulders. It made you feel safer somehow.

His thick tip pressed against your entrance, and you let out a loud gasp as he pushed through, stretching you around his cock. Your nails dug into his back, making him hiss as he slowly pushed deeper inside.

“Fuck. You are so tight.” His breath was coming out in huffs of hot air against the skin of your neck, quiet moans beginning to spill from his lips as he bullied his cock further into you. “Shit. You can take it. I know y’can take it. Just let me in, baby.”

You tried your best to relax your muscles, trying to just lose yourself to the feeling and let Steve have you. It was starting to feel good, the deeper he filled you the more full you felt. It was unlike anything you’d ever felt.

Steve moaned loudly into your neck once he bottomed out, pumping into you shallowly a few times before he pulled farther back, slapping his hips into you. You let out a mix between a gasp and a moan, your eyes squeezing shut.

“You okay?” he asked, but it was obvious in his expression that he was desperate to keep going.

“I’m okay,” you said. “You can keep going.”

Steve smiled down at you before pressing his lips to yours again and setting a quick pace fucking into you. The sounds of your skin meeting and the bed - Tina’s parents’ bed - creaking from Steve’s movements filled the large bedroom. You worried people would be able to hear you from the hall.

“That’s it, that’s it,” Steve praised, his fingers digging into the plush of your thighs. “So good f’me. You’re such a good girl, aren’t you, baby?”

You whined in response, brain complete mush as Steve fucked you and the room spun around. You closed your eyes, hoping to calm the situation.

Steve pushed your legs up higher, pressing your thighs into your body and spreading your legs wide. This allowed him to get way deeper than before, and now he was letting out desperate moans, losing himself in the pleasure of you.

“Shit…I’m gonna cum,” he said as his thrusts became sloppy and fast, his cheeks, neck, and chest flushing red. “Fuuuck, I’m gonna cum. Fuck, are you gonna take it, baby?”

“Mmhmm,” you hummed, not even processing the question. There were no thoughts of condoms, no thoughts of pulling out even. Neither of you thinking, Steve neared his release inside you, holding onto you tightly.

“Take it, take it,” he cried out, biting down on your neck as he let out one last guttural groan, spilling his cum into you, every last drop as he rode out his high. You held onto him, feeling all of him.

Steve’s chest was heaving with his breaths as he pushed up on his arms, placing a kiss to your lips before he pulled out, collapsing on his back. You didn’t know what to say. You just laid there for a few minutes until Steve eventually rolled over to the side of the bed, standing and pulling his clothes back on. He tossed you your dress and you used it to cover your body, suddenly feeling self conscious.

“Let’s get you home, yeah?” he said as he slipped his shoes back on. “It’s been a long night.”

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The next Monday, Steve and Nancy walked into school hand in hand. Your heart stopped in your chest at the sight, guilt eating you from the inside out. You tried not to get sick over it as you went through your day, until you got to talk to Nancy and Barb at your lockers.

“He came to my house with flowers,” Nancy said, smiling. “He said he was sorry and he didn’t want to be without me.”

“Aww!” Barb said, hand over her heart. “That’s so cute. He really cares about you.”

“Yeah,” was all you could add, because you knew you were the worst friend on the planet.

You were even more surprised later that day when someone grabbed your arm on the way to lunch. You turned to see Steve, looking at you seriously. “Can we talk?”

You hadn’t seen Steve since he’d been inside of you, you know, taking your virginity, a couple days ago, and that was the only thing going through your mind at that moment. “Um, yeah, sure.”

Steve led you down the hall and into the library, opening the door for you to one of the study rooms. You followed him inside and he shut the door, turning to you with an expression that told you how stressed out he was.

“Look,” he said, “about Tina’s party - what we did - I’m sorry. We shouldn’t have done that. I…really care about Nancy, and I don’t want to hurt her. I want to be with her.”

You just listened to him speak, his words only intensifying the ache in your chest. You knew it was coming, but it still hurt. You didn’t say anything, waiting for Steve to continue.

“I just don’t want this to get out,” he said slowly. “So…is it okay if we keep this between us? Never to repeat or be talked about?” He looked at you hopefully, praying you would keep the secret.

“Oh,” you said. “Sure. I won’t tell.”

“Awesome,” Steve said, breathing out a sigh of relief. “You know, it would just hurt Nance if she knew. And it’s never going to happen again, so there’s no point in her knowing, right?”

You weren’t sure you truly agreed, but you nodded along anyway. “Okay.”

“Good.” Steve smiled softly at you. His large hand rubbed your upper arm. “Thanks for understanding.”

The rest of the school day was extremely awkward - at least for you. Nancy and Barb were totally oblivious to what you’d done, and Steve was acting like he barely knew you.

You wondered if this was something he’d done before - taking girls’ virginity’s and then acting like it never happened, leaving them behind. When you slept together, you hadn’t exactly thought you and Steve would be together after (well, you were drunk so you weren’t thinking much at all), but you didn’t think he’d just go back to Nancy like nothing happened.

Something about it stung.

And they stayed together. This wasn’t the fling you had originally warned Nancy it might be. They seemed really into each other, which was really unfortunate for you, because you realized something that left you horrified.

You had developed feelings for Steve Harrington.

You always thought it was bullshit when they said in church as a kid that every time you have sex with someone you give a piece of yourself away, but you had truly given Steve a piece of yourself you couldn’t get back. But he hadn’t done the same for you.

Maybe it was different for guys? Or maybe you were just an idiot who fell for her best friend’s boyfriend after having sex with him.

It was hard to look Nancy or even Barb in the eye at all. Steve may have been able to forget what you did, but you couldn’t. You had betrayed your lifelong best friend. How were you supposed to keep this to yourself? You didn’t deserve their friendship.

Of course Nancy noticed your extreme self loathing - she was always perceptive. Steve’s just lucky he was better at lying than you.

“Are you okay?” She asked you after school one day while you and Barb were studying in her bedroom. “You seem upset lately.”

Oh, god. It was going to come out. You were going to blow it.

“I’ve just been kinda sad,” you said. “Just…stressed with college applications coming up.”

“Oh yeah, me too,” Barb said, a weary sigh coming from deep in her chest. “I’m worried I don’t have the grades. I want to go to Emerson with you guys, but I don’t have an extra curricular either.”

You were grateful as the conversation easily transitioned into college applications and the upcoming test in Mrs. O’Donnells. Your brain was elsewhere.

Not only were you consumed with guilt, but also the memory of Steve all over you, his hands, his mouth, his cock-

“Are we still having our movie night this weekend?” Barb asked a bit later as you were all preparing to leave.

“Oh,” Nancy said sheepishly, a blush rising to her pale cheeks. “Actually, Steve planned a surprise date this weekend. I’m not sure what we’re doing, but…” she giggled. “I don’t know. He might want to do more.”

Your head snapped up then. “You guys haven’t had sex yet?”

Nancy blushed even deeper. “No. I’ve been nervous. I want it to be with the right person at the right time. But I think we might this weekend.”

You felt sick. Not only had Steve slept with you before Nancy - your best friends couldn’t even know you’d lost your virginity - but now he was probably going to actually have sex with her. You wanted to say something, to stop it, but what could you say?

Nothing.

So you watched Nancy gushing about Steve and pretended it wasn’t killing you inside, pretending like you didn’t have feelings for him and never had. You were pretty good at pretending, after all.

—

It had been two months since the hookup when you started getting sick. You assumed it was a stomach bug at first, to the point that you let your mom take you to the doctor - only to get the biggest news of your life.

“You’re pregnant,” the doctor said, and you were suddenly grateful you’d told your mom you didn’t need her to go back with you.

The news had sent you reeling. There in the doctor’s office, your head spun, your vision dotting like you might pass out. Because this could not be happening. There was only one potential father, and he couldn’t be, he was with Nancy, you couldn’t do this-

The doctor gave you pamphlets on your different options, which you hastily stuffed into your bag. You weren’t ready to tell your parents about this yet. When you walked out of the office and your mom asked what the doctor said, all you could say was “Nothing, just a virus.”

“Did they give you any medicine?”

Yeah, a prescription for prenatal vitamins. “No, mom.”

Your mom looked worried. “Maybe we should go somewhere for a second opinion, you’ve been so sick it’s not normal-“

“Mom, I’m really fine,” you attempted to assure her. Please, you were not ready to come out with this yet. To anyone.

“I’m just worried,” she said, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “I don’t want you to be sick.”

“I promise I’m okay.” You gave her the most encouraging smile you could muster. “I’m feeling better today already.”

That was not true. You were getting sicker by the day, the “morning sickness” (more like all day sickness) kicking your ass. You knew this was your fault, but you still found yourself mad at Steve. Both of you had drunkenly agreed to sex without a condom, so it wasn’t really fair to put the blame on him, but when you were on your knees in front of the toilet for the 15th time that day, you didn’t care much about fair.

You were utterly panicked over the idea of being pregnant. What did this mean for your future? College? Falling in love one day? What guy your age wants to settle down with a step kid?

You considered abortion, but ultimately decided not to. Adoption was also considered, but you figured this was your baby, and you wanted to keep it. You felt bonded to it. Like whatever came, you were in this together.

What about Steve? How would he feel about this? Not good, you could imagine. He was still going strong with Nancy, and- 

Oh god, Nancy.

She would never forgive you. Your friendship was over. You ruined everything. Barb would probably hate you, too. You would be friendless, boyfriendless, and pregnant.

Great. Good decisions, you thought to yourself.

You kept the news to yourself for weeks. You couldn’t bear to tell a single soul. Who could you tell? No one would be happy for you. Every person you had to tell would end in disaster.

It was weird, seeing Steve with Nancy, happy and like you never even existed, while you carried his child. You felt an internal longing towards him, like maybe the baby knew who their father was. Which was crazy, because it was still only cells working to become a human being.

You had your first ultrasound before you told anyone. You borrowed the car and drove yourself, stomach in knots as you waited in the waiting room. The ultrasound itself was uncomfortable - you always thought of them like they were in the movies, the little wand on your belly, but they explained that this early they usually do an internal ultrasound, which is just as unpleasant as it sounds.

You watched as the image showed up on the screen. The tiny little vaguely human shaped blob, wiggling around in there - inside of you. Alive. The tech took measurements, and you even heard the heartbeat. It took your breath away. You wondered what Steve would think if he knew, if he’d been there to experience it.

The tech said you were 9 weeks pregnant, due in July, which lined up perfectly with Halloween night. Not that there were any other possibilities. She printed you a bunch of photos, showing the tiny baby from multiple different angles.

As you left with the photos clutched in your hand, you wondered how long you had before you were forced to come clean about this. Not long, you figured. Would it be better to just come out and say it now?

No. You weren’t doing that. You were not ready for that.

Going to school with this secret held deep inside was a lot already. It felt like everyone who saw you knew, even though that was impossible. Like it was written on your forehead.

Having to face Nancy and Barb was even worse. They treated you just like normal, like their best friend, meanwhile you were hiding the biggest secret possible beneath your sweater.

Seeing Nancy with Steve was even worse. They were so happy together. You knew they had to be sleeping together by now. You were nothing but a distant memory, a cheap hookup, another one of King Steve’s conquests.

Except that wasn’t true. The baby growing in your belly proved that. This was one hookup he’d never forget.

—

When you were 13 weeks pregnant, you noticed the smallest bump in the mirror. It took your breath away as your hand rubbed over it, the firm mound of your stomach seemingly popped overnight. This was bad. This meant you were out of time.

You dressed in a loose sweatshirt and leggings, which was not your usual style whatsoever. Nancy and Barb immediately noticed something was up when you met them at your lockers.

“Are you sick?” Nancy asked, reaching for your forehead with the back of her hand like your mom.

“A little,” you admitted. “I’m just not feeling great.”

Nancy looked at you sympathetically. “Maybe you should go home. I can bring you some soup after school.”

You shook your head - “I can’t. I’ve already missed too much school.” Between the days you’d missed with your morning sickness and the days you’d have to miss for appointments, it was woefully true.

Nancy still looked concerned. “I’m just worried about you. You look rough. I don’t want you being sick at school-“

She was cut off with a squeal as Steve came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her. He whispered something in her ear that had her giggling before he turned to you. His brows furrowed like he was thinking something, but he didn’t say anything to 

you.

“Ready to get to class?” he asked Nancy. He’d taken to walking her to every single one of her classes. It would have been sweet if not for your current situation.

“Oh, sure,” Nancy said, closing her locker. She turned to you. “You’ll let me know if you feel any worse, right?”

The guilt ate at you. Yeah, Nancy, thanks for caring about me, I’m just sick because I’m carrying your boyfriend’s baby. “Yeah, I will.”

Steve gave you another lingering look before he walked off with Nancy, arm wrapped around her shoulders.

It was later that day when you caught Steve alone. You approached him quickly, taking your chance before you could talk yourself out of it. “Steve. Can I talk to you?”

There was a certain dread on his face that almost made you wonder if he already knew what you were going to say. “Um. Yeah, I guess.”

You found yourselves back in the library study pod you’d had your first conversation in, which felt…poetic. He looked like he’d rather be anywhere else, fidgeting and uncomfortable as he leaned against the study table. his gaze darted around, like he didn’t want to meet your eyes.

“What did you want to talk about?” he asked. He was ready to get this over with, whatever it was.

“I…” you thought for a moment about what the best way to break the news would be. You realized you probably should have planned your words, that would have made this a hell of a lot easier.

Steve looked at you expectantly. He didn’t want to say get on with it, but at the same time…. “What is it?”

You fiddled with your bag strap, feeling sick to your stomach. “I’m pregnant.”

Steve just looked at you like he didn’t even hear you. He just blinked. Then, finally, a grin spread across his face, which had you confused.

“Ha, ha. Good one,” he said, bowing his head as if he respected the joke. “You had me scared for a minute there.”

“Steve, I…” you tightened your grip on the strap of your bag, wishing you were anywhere but in your current situation. “I’m not joking. I’m being serious.”

His smile dropped immediately. He started sweating, feeling like his shirt was too tight and he couldn’t breathe. His head was spinning. He leaned on the table for support. “No. You’re not.”

“I am,” you said, frustrated at the way Steve seemed to be choosing to not understand or believe you. “I’m pregnant, Steve. For real.”

He shook his head. “No. No way. It’s not mine.”

You jerked back as if you’d been slapped. “What do you mean it’s not yours?”

“It’s not…there’s n-no way it’s mine,” he said, his voice shaking as he stuttered over his words. He scrambled desperately in his own brain for any way out of this, anything that would disprove his involvement in all of this, but he came up with nothing.

“Steve, you’re the only person I’ve ever had sex with and you know that,” you hissed at him through gritted teeth, having gone from scared to pissed off that Steve really had the nerve to deny this baby.

“I don’t know, maybe you hooked up with someone after me. I wouldn’t know. And then you come telling me it’s mine because my family has money? Well-“

“Are you serious?” You raised your voice slightly, making Steve look around in a panic as he tried to shush you. “You know it’s yours. And you’re really accusing me of wanting your money? I don’t give a fuck about your money. I just thought you deserved to know you’re gonna be a dad.”

Steve paled. “I-I…there’s no way, there’s-“

“I know this is a lot to take in,” you said. “Believe me. I know.”

“Can you prove- can you prove it?” he asked, but it was obvious he was just scared, grasping at anything that would make this go away, anything that would make this not real.

You lifted your sweatshirt. The bump was obvious, perfectly round, and not at all in a ‘maybe you just gained some weight’ kind of way. Steve somehow went even more pale, and you suddenly worried he might pass out. 

“Shit,” he hissed. “I- what- how far are you? How long have you known?”

“I found out a month ago. I’m 13 weeks.” You fished the ultrasound photos out of your bag, handing them over to Steve. His hands were shaking terribly as he took them from you, looking over the distinctly baby shaped blob growing inside of you, and sure enough your name was printed at the top.

“How…how many weeks are there? In a pregnancy?” Steve asked, feeling like a total idiot.

You didn’t treat him like one. “40.”

Steve let out a rush of air. “Okay. There’s time. Okay.” He ran a hand through his hair, messing up the style that probably took him an hour this morning. “What…do you want to do? About the baby?”

“What do you mean?” you asked. “Like, do I want to keep it?”

“Well…yeah,” he said. “Do you?”

“It’s too late for an abortion,” you said. “But…I had decided I wanted to keep it. Him or her. I couldn’t…I don’t think I could carry a baby and give them up.”

Steve nodded slowly. It wasn’t what he was hoping to hear, but what he expected to hear. He understood, in a way. He didn’t love the idea of an abortion or adoption either. “Okay. Um. What happens now?”

You didn’t know either, to be honest. “Well, um…do you want to be…are you going to be involved?”

“With…the baby?”

“Yes, Steve.”

He looked around, took a deep breath. “Well, like. It is my kid, right? So…I’m not going to abandon it. Or you. I’m not…I’m not like that, I swear. I own up to my shit.”

“You just tried to tell me I was lying about it being yours for your money-“

“Okay,” Steve said, holding a hand up, “I get it. I’m sorry. I just panicked, okay? This isn’t exactly great news right now.”

“What about Nancy?”

Those words were like a bomb dropped in the tiny room. No one said anything - it felt like all the oxygen had been sucked out, like a vacuum. No one knew the answer to that question. What about Nancy?

“She’s going to kill me,” Steve finally said, burying his face in his hands. “Fuck. She’s going to break up with me for good.” He began rambling, his internal monologue spilling from his mouth without filter. “And what about my love life? No girl is going to want to go out with me with a kid on the way. No girl is going to want to go out with a dad at our age. And my parents? Jesus, what a fucking disaster-“

“Steve,” you said, cutting off his frantic rambling. “Calm down.”

He nodded, taking a few deep breaths. You’d never seen him so worked up. “Yeah. Okay.”

“We’ll take it one step at a time, okay?” you said, wondering how you ended up being the one comforting him. “We have time. There is a rush, but we have like 6 months. We…look, Steve, we’re gonna be okay, I think.”

He sniffled, and you wondered if he’d started crying. “Have you told your parents?”

Silence. “No.”

Steve nodded again. He ran both his hands through his hair this time, a nervous laugh spilling unprompted from his lips. “Oh, fuck. We are fucked.”

The bell rang, signaling the start of the next class you were now officially late for. You subconsciously rubbed a hand over your belly, adjusting your sweatshirt and high waisted leggings back to cover it as well as you could. Steve watched you, his eyes locked on the bump the entire time.

“Can I…feel it?”

The question caught you so off guard, you thought you might have imagined it. “What?”

“The…your stomach?” He felt so awkward. “Can I touch it?”

You blinked at him. The question was so out of nowhere, the last thing you expected him to say. “Oh…sure?”

You lifted your sweatshirt again and pushed down the waist of your leggings, exposing the skin again. Steve walked towards you hesitantly, extending his hand. Finally he reached you and placed his hand on your stomach. 

His hand was so big, the entirety of the bump fit beneath his palm. It felt weird to have him (or anyone) touching you like this. Steve had a look of awe on his face, his thumb caressing the firm skin. It was a tender moment, one you didn’t expect.

“It’s really real, huh?” Steve said quietly, almost to himself. “There’s really a baby in there? …My baby?”

You smiled gently. “Yeah. There is.”

Steve stayed there for a minute longer, just feeling. When he finally pulled away he didn’t say anything, just lowered his hand and watched as you readjusted your clothes. Just watching you.

“I guess we better get back to class,” you said. “We’re late.”

“Yeah. You’re right.” Steve laughed humorlessly again. “But I don’t think it matters much anymore. College is out the window.”

You hadn’t even thought about that. That made you feel sick, the idea of throwing away all the hard work you’d put in throughout your years in high school. Watching Nancy and Barb go on to Emerson without you. Not that they’d want you to come with them, anyway. They were going to hate you soon enough.

God, Nancy and Barb. How were you supposed to tell them? Hey, Nancy, I have some news - I’m having your boyfriend’s baby. You felt the panic rising in your own chest now, for about the millionth time since you’d found out. Steve stepped forward, a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey,” he said, “it’s okay. Calm down, it’s…it’s not good for the baby. We’re gonna figure this out.”

His words surprised you, the way the tables had turned. He took deep breaths with you as you calmed yourself. “I just don’t know what we’re gonna do. I don’t even know where to go next. I’m-“

Steve said your name, grounding you to the moment. He pushed your hair behind your ear, eyes roaming over your face. He wondered if you had been this beautiful all along, or if you being pregnant with his child made you even more luminous.

“It’s gonna be okay. I’m gonna take care of you. Both of you. Okay?”

You just nodded, stray tears escaping down your cheeks. “Okay.”

You had to trust him.

—

It was gym class that fucked you over in the end.

You had managed to get out of class since you’d started showing, with excuses about your period and headaches and stomach aches. But eventually your gym teacher got tired of it.

“You’re changing into your uniform and you’re running with us today,” she said. “No excuses.”

So you changed in the bathroom stall, which was already strange enough. You waited until the rest of the girls had left the locker room, including Nancy and Barb, before you walked out and stood in front of the mirror.

Oh, god.

It was worse than you thought. The bump was clear as day below your shirt, perfectly round beneath the soft thin material. You looked at your reflection in horror, smoothing your hand over it, wondering if there was anything you could do to hide this. But when your gym teacher yelled through the door for you to hurry up, you realized you were out of time.

It was coming out. Now.

You walked out of the locker room with your arms crossed over your stomach. You had never felt more exposed in your life. The girls were all sitting on the basketball court stretching, laughing and giggling with each other. You approached Nancy and Barb and slid to the ground next to them.

“Are you cold?” Nancy asked, immediately giving you a strange look. “Because I have a sweatshirt in my locker you can-“

You were about to take her up on that kind offer when the teacher blew her whistle, calling everyone to line up. You joined the rest of the class, and she gave you a look. She called your name - “Arms down. What are you doing?”

You felt like you were on stage with a spotlight directly on you. Every girl in your class was looking at you, wondering what the hell you were doing. You had no choice. You lowered your arms, and there was a collective gasp.

“Holy…shit…” Tina said, not even attempting to hide her laughter.

Nancy said your name softly, and you turned to face her and Barb. “What…” Nancy said, looking at you wide eyed and shaking her head like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “What did you do?”

It was fight or flight, and your brain decided for you. You turned and sprinted back into the locker room, tears falling immediately. You were sobbing by the time the locker room door slammed shut behind you, but it opened again seconds later.

Nancy called your name again as she and Barb hurried to your side, wrapping their arms around you. You wanted to push them away. You didn’t deserve their comfort.

“How did this…” Nancy began, but she was at a loss for words. “Who…when did you…”

“I’m 14 weeks,” you sniffled, wiping at your eyes. “It was…Halloween.”

Nancy gasped. Her and Barb exchanged a look. “Why didn’t you tell us? Who was it? Does he know?”

Your hands were clenched into tight fists. “Yeah, he knows.”

“Who’s the father?” Barb asked again, since you hadn’t answered Nancy either time she had said it.

What could you do? It was time for the truth to come out, ready or not.

“It’s…” you drew in a gasping breath, choking on your own sobs. “It’s Steve’s.”

The room went silent besides the sound of your crying. No one moved. No one dared to move. It was like the calm before the storm, the peace moments before the tornado rips the roof off the house.

“Steve?” Nancy said finally, looking at you like you were dumb and had said something completely outlandish. “Steve…Harrington? My Steve?”

Her Steve.

“Yes,” was all you could say, your voice barely a whisper. “It was…Nancy, I’m so sorry. You have no idea how sorry I am. It was at Tina’s stupid party, after you and Steve had that fight, we were talking and- just- one thing led to another, and-“

Nancy held her hand up, stopping you. Barb just looked between the two of you, her expression one of absolute shock. Nancy’s normally calm face had been replaced by a mask of pure fury, rage and disappointment and hurt. Betrayal.

“You…you slut!” Nancy spat, and she might as well have slapped you in the face. You recoiled, jerking back as if she had truly struck you.

“Nancy, I-“

“I don’t want to hear anything else you have to say,” she said, standing to her feet. Barb looked between the two of you before she stood, too. Her side chosen.

“I can’t believe you,” Nancy said. “You were really that jealous? You couldn’t stand the thought of me having a boyfriend - of me being with King Steve Harrington - so you had to jump in the middle, huh? Take him for yourself?”

“Nance, that is not it, we were both so drunk-“

“But you knew it happened,” she said. “You knew it happened, and you both made a fool of me. Pretending like you hadn’t…fucked each other, like everything was fine between us, like you weren’t keeping the hugest secret in the world.” She shook her head. “You know what? You two deserve each other.”

She turned them, leaving the locker room and going back to class with Barb following behind her. You stayed there on the floor, alone. You pulled your knees to your chest as close as you could and sobbed, burying your face in your arms.

You cried, and cried, and cried. But you had no right to feel like this. No right to be hurt. You were the one who fucked up. You really betrayed your best friend.

You were the scum of the earth.

Lunch was right after gym, and you didn’t know what to expect. You knew you weren’t going to be happily sitting at your table with Nancy, Barb, and Steve. But on your way to the cafeteria, in the deserted hall, you caught Nancy talking to Steve.

“Do you have something to say to me?” she asked him, her face just as angry as the last time you’d seen her.

“What?” Steve asked with an awkward chuckle. “Babe, I have no idea what you’re talking about-“

“Don’t call me babe,” she snapped, making his eyes go wide. “There’s nothing you think you should tell me?”

He noticed you then, standing off to the side. His wide eyes landed on you, then dropped down to your stomach. He looked back at Nancy. “Oh, fuck, Nance, listen-“

“No, you listen, Steve Harrington.” Nancy pointed a finger in his face, her own twisted in pure fury. “No one treats me like a fool. You think you can go around, fucking whoever you want, being as reckless as you want, then come to me with flowers and lies and act like nothing happened? Like you didn’t fuck my best friend?” Her voice broke at the end of her sentence, and your heart felt crushed in your chest. You realized the gravity of your fuck up - the cherished lifelong friendship you’d lost.

“Nance-“

“Don’t.” She looked up, trying to stop the tears threatening to fall. “I don’t want to hear it. Whatever excuse you have for me, I don’t care. I don’t care that you were drunk. What you did is beyond forgiveness.” She turned and met your eyes again. “For both of you.” When she looked back at Steve, there was resolve in her eyes. “We’re over.”

Steve watched, dumbfounded, as Nancy turned and stomped towards the cafeteria. He felt helpless as he watched her go - the potential love of his life, at least that’s how it felt - over one, stupid, massive mistake. He turned around and punched the locker with a loud “Fuck!”, leaving a large dent in the grey metal.

You approached him cautiously, not sure what you should do, if anything. He turned to you with tears welling in his brown eyes. He looked devastated. You felt guilty about that, too.

“Steve, I’m sorry.”

He shook his head. “Not now.”

You watched helplessly as Steve stormed off, leaving you alone in the hallway. You really were alone. Completely.

—

You had pretty much resigned yourself to the fact that your life was over. No friends, no boyfriend, the father of the baby possibly not involved. You didn’t know if you could trust Steve to stick around like he said, especially with the way he had left you earlier.

After school, you had to call your mom to come pick you up. You made up a lie about Nancy having a doctor’s appointment, and your mom told you she’d be there after work.

With time to kill, you ended up in one of the study pods again. You flipped through your physics textbook, no homework to be done. You had nearly fallen asleep when the sound of someone walking in startled you.

You looked up to see Steve, giving you a sheepish look as he settled into the small space. “Hey,” he said.

“Hey?” you said back, cautious of whatever he had come to say. With the way things were going for you, it couldn’t possibly be good.

“I just…” he sighed. “I just wanted to say I’m sorry, about earlier. I shouldn’t have stormed off and left you like that.”

You shook your head. “No, it’s okay. I’m sorry about…Nancy.”

“It’s not your fault. Well, not any more your fault than it is mine.” He huffed a short laugh. “We both knew this was coming, though, didn’t we?”

You supposed you did. It didn’t make it any easier.

“She was my best friend since kindergarten,” is all you could offer. Then, like a dam breaking, you burst into tears. You covered your face with your hands as you sobbed, wishing you could undo everything.

“Hey, hey,” Steve said gently, wrapping his arms around you. He pulled you into a tight hug, his large hand rubbing your back soothingly. It helped, surprisingly. You knew you were soaking his polo shirt. “You’re okay. Breathe for me, alright? You’re okay.”

You tried to breathe slowly, following the slow up and down of Steve’s chest. Eventually you were breathing with him again, slow and steady. “Good,” Steve said, and even the rumble of his voice through his chest was soothing. “Can’t have my baby mama freaking out on me.”

You couldn’t help but laugh a little. Steve was good at getting you to smile when it felt like you never would again, that was for sure. He put his hands on your shoulders and pushed you back slightly to look at you. His face was etched with worry as he took in your puffy bloodshot eyes. “I mean it, you know. It is going to be okay.”

“What about Nancy?” you asked, lip wobbling as you thought of your former best friend again.

“Nancy…” Steve sighed. “I hope she’ll come around. You know, things won’t be the same, but…”

But she might not hate your guts, you finished the thought in your own head.

“You’re not upset that she just broke up with you?” you asked.

“Of course I am,” he said, letting out a sigh. “But you’re my main concern.”

“Me?” You were taken aback. “Why me?”

Steve let out a disbelieving laugh. “Really?” He placed a hand on the bump, an affectionate gesture. “That’s my little nugget in there.”

Something about the way he said it sent heat to your cheeks. It was the most affection you’d received from him since you told him. And it was…nice. You hadn’t had anyone to be excited about this with you, to talk about the future and baby names and whether it would be a boy or a girl. You wouldn’t have any friends jumping to throw you a baby shower or anything, but maybe Steve could be that support for you.

“Yeah,” you said simply. “It is.”

Steve smiled softly at you. “I’m not gonna let anything bad happen to either of you. I hope you know that. You have my word, and I don’t go back on my word. I was a boy scout.” He held up a salute. ���Scout’s honor.”

You laughed. It was incredible to be feeling lighter than you had in months. Steve had that effect on you, somehow.

“I may not know how to be a dad,” he said, “but I guarantee I’m going to be the best one.”

—

Steve kept his word. He stuck by your side. It didn’t take long for the news to spread around the entire school - not just that you were pregnant, but that it was Steve’s, and that he and Nancy had broken up.

Nancy was still furious. You hated that you had dragged her into this with you, that the whole school was laughing at her for being so clueless. It wasn’t her fault and she didn’t deserve that.

Steve didn’t let anyone say anything to you. The first time Tommy tried to give you shit, Steve punched him in the face. Somehow, they were still friends.

Steve walked you to every class, carrying your books for you and not letting you lift a finger. You sat with him at lunch, ignoring the dirty looks from Carol. You didn’t think you’d ever be able to be friends with her. That was okay with you.

He started picking you up for school and bringing you home. Usually your parents weren’t home in time to see him, but on this particular day, 16 weeks into the pregnancy, they were.

“Maybe you should come inside,” you said, looking at Steve with your brows furrowed, worry etched in the lines formed on your face. “Meet my parents. Maybe…maybe we should tell them.”

Steve took a deep breath. “Look, parents usually love me, but I’ve never had to tell some I got their daughter pregnant.”

You laughed lightly. “Yeah, well…I figure we have to.”

You climbed out of the car, pulling your sweatshirt back on. Steve followed, placing a hand on your back as you both walked up the sidewalk to the front door. When you entered the house, the smell of pasta greeted you instantly. Your mom was in the kitchen and your dad was sitting in his recliner, watching TV.

“Hi, honey,” your mom greeted you without looking up as you walked in. When she finally did look up, she let out a little “Oh!”! at the sight of Steve. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know we’d be having company tonight.”

Your dad looked over, suddenly interested. He eyed Steve, like he was thinking or he knew him from somewhere. “Mom, Dad, this is Steve,” you said, hands in the pockets of your sweatshirt. You could feel the bump beneath your hands,

“Hi. Steve Harrington,” he said in his usual charming way, moving to shake your mom’s hand first and then your dad’s.

“Harrington?” your dad asked, eyebrows raised. “Are you related to Richard Harrington?”

“That’s my dad,” Steve said, his cheeks turning red. You wondered what Steve’s relationship with his dad was like.

“I work for your dad,” he said. “Have since before you were born.”

“Oh,” Steve said awkwardly. You cringed - that was going to make this whole situation even more uncomfortable.

“So what’s the occasion?” your mom asked with a smile as she put the lid back on the pot. You hated that you were about to ruin their good mood.

“Um…Mom, Dad, I have something I need to talk to you about.” You gestured between you and Steve. “Something we need to talk to you about.”

Your mom was instantly concerned, your dad suspicious. “What about?” she asked.

“You might want to sit down.”

That made their worry even worse. Your dad turned the TV off as you and Steve took a seat on the couch, your mom coming in to sit on her chair. “Okay…” she said, “should I be scared?”

“Yeah,” you admitted. Your dad reached over and grabbed her hand. You looked at Steve, who gave you a soft reassuring smile before grabbing your hand. He squeezed it, and you squeezed his back. You took a deep breath and looked back at your parents. The guilt ate at you. “I’m pregnant.”

There was only silence. Your mom covered her mouth with her free hand, tears coming to her eyes. Your dad looked dumbfounded, neither of them knowing what to say.

“And…Steve is the father?” your dad finally asked.

“Um…yes, sir,” Steve said, blushing furiously. Because wasn’t announcing a pregnancy basically telling people ‘hey, we had sex!’? There was only one way we got here.

“Oh, jesus,” your mom said.

“Are you intending to marry her?” your dad asked.

It went silent again.

“S-sorry?” Steve stuttered, his eyes wide.

Your dad looked angry now. “Are you planning to marry my daughter? Make an honest woman out of her?”

“I…I-“

You knew your dad was traditional, but you didn’t expect him to demand you get married. You were only 18. You and Steve weren’t even together.

“Dad, come on,” you said, pleaded. “Don’t do this. It’s humiliating.”

Your dad said your name sternly. “You don’t understand how serious of a situation this is, clearly. Your reputation is going to be drug through the mud. Both of you.” Your dad looked between you. Steve felt as if he was being scolded by his own father - no, that would be worse. “You need to get married. Be together for this child. I know the Harringtons can take care of you.”

“Dad!”

“Look, we’ll revisit this,” your mom said, drawing everyone’s attention. “What’s important right now is this baby. Do you have a doctor? Have you been going to appointments? Taking prenatals?”

“Yes, yes, and yes,” you said.

“No, I’m not done-“ your dad interrupted, but your mom cut him off.

“No more. You’re stressing her out. It’s bad for the baby.”

“Stressing her out?!”

“Steve,” your mom said, ignoring your dad entirely. Steve was grateful for the interruption. “Are you planning to stick around? Be a dad?”

“Of course,” he said instantly. No hesitation whatsoever.

Your mom smiled. “Good. That’s what matters. We can talk about marriage later.” 

Steve paled again.

“This is ridiculous,” your dad said. He stood, walking over to the phone on the wall. He angrily dialed a number, then pressed the phone to his ear.

“Dad…?” you said, dreading whatever he was about to do. “Who are you calling?”

He ignored you. Then, finally- “Mr. Harrington!” he greeted the man on the other line.

Steve looked as if he might pass out. You gripped his hand tighter. “Dad, don’t do this. Please don’t do it like this.”

“Mr. Harrington,” he said into the phone. “Did you know your son is at my house? With my daughter?” A pause. “Yes. Well, apparently, we’re going to be in laws.”

You closed your eyes, the embarrassment and dread physically painful. Steve was nervously bouncing his leg so hard the whole couch was shaking. Your mom stood up, trying to talk some sense into your father, but the damage had already been done.

Your dad held the phone out towards Steve. “He wants to talk to you, son.”

Steve walked over to take the phone like he was walking to his own execution. His hand was shaking as he took it from your father’s hand, then held it to his ear. “…Dad?” He held the phone away from his ear as you could hear the man screaming from where you sat across the room.

“Dad, listen…I-yes, I did, but it-…yeah, I was seeing Nancy. It’s a long story. I-…she’s not a-…okay. Yeah. Okay. See you at home. Yeah. Bye.”

Steve hung up the phone, looking completely dejected. This had gone way worse than you expected. Steve was horrified. You felt guilty once again, that you were putting Steve through this and that you had let your parents down. They didn’t even know about the whole Nancy’s boyfriend thing yet.

“I gotta go,” Steve said to you, looking apologetic and sad. He put his hand on your upper arm, thumb caressing it over the material of your sweatshirt. Then, surprising you, he put his hand on your belly. He smiled down at it affectionately. “Bye, lil’ nugget.” He looked at you again. “See you tomorrow.”

Even with Steve gone, the tension in the room was still high. Your mom was looking at you like she couldn’t believe her baby girl was doing things like having sex and getting pregnant. Your dad looked at you like you’d disappointed him greatly. You didn’t know which was worse.

“Why don’t you go upstairs and freshen up for dinner,” your mom finally said, forcing a kind smile onto her face.

“Okay,” you said. You were grateful for the excuse to get out of this room. You hurried up the steps, heading into your bathroom to pee for the millionth time that day and then take a shower. You stared at your body in the mirror when you got undressed - it was weird, the changes it was going through. You looked so different already, and it wasn’t even halfway through yet. Almost, though. That thought was terrifying. 

After your shower you blow dried your hair, then walked into your bedroom wrapped in a towel. You collapsed back onto your bed. Your back hurt, your feet hurt, and you still weren’t even that big yet. God, how embarrassing will it be to go through graduation super pregnant? You hadn’t even thought of that. The whole school watching you knowing what you did. And Hawkins was small. This would follow you forever.

You dressed in a t-shirt and comfy pants, brushing your hair out and doing something with it. You didn’t have the energy to put in much effort. You didn’t even put on any makeup before you went downstairs, taking a seat at the table and putting a serving on your plate. It was still tense, like you’d interrupted a heated conversation. You didn’t want to put stress on your parents’ marriage, too. You had already caused so much collateral damage.

After dinner, you waited. And waited. And waited. Finally, just as you were starting to doze off, the phone next to your bed rang. You snatched it off the receiver so fast it barely had time to make a sound.

“Steve?” you said quickly, praying it was him and that he was alright.

“Hey,” he said, his familiar voice bringing you a weird sense of peace. “Are you okay?”

“Me?” You couldn’t believe Steve was worried about you first amidst all of this. “Are you okay?”

He sighed deeply. “Yeah. My dad is pissed. Both my parents are furious.”

“Oh,” you said. “I’m so sorry, Steve.”

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s not your fault. But, uh…they want to meet you.”

You froze. “They want to meet me?”

“Well, yeah. You’re having their grandchild.”

When he put it like that, it sounded so much bigger. You put a hand on your stomach, rubbing in circles around it. “Okay. We can do that.”

“It’s not just to yell at you, I promise,” he said with a slight chuckle. “They got that out of their system with me tonight I think. They just want to know you. They want to be involved with the baby.”

“Okay,” you said again. “Um…when?”

“Friday maybe?” he asked. “You can ride home with me after school.”

“Alright.�� It was quiet again for a while. “I’m glad you’re okay, Steve. How are you feeling with the whole…Nancy stuff?”

He sighed. “It sucks. I’m not gonna lie to you. I miss her. I miss her, like, a lot. She won’t even look at me. It hurts.”

You felt terrible. “Steve, I’m so sorry. This is such a mess.”

“Yeah, it is.” You could almost hear a smile in his voice when he spoke again. “But it’s not all bad. I’m…kind of excited to be a dad.”

Your eyebrows flew up. “Really?”

“Yeah. I always wanted to be a dad.” A beat of silence. “It’s earlier than I wanted, sure, and I’m not even sure what we’re going to do, but I know that we’re having this baby and I’m going to love them and be the best dad. Better than my dad.”

His speech made you feel fuzzy inside, your heart beating hard in your chest. You hadn’t thought about the good parts yet. You’d been too stressed with Nancy, Barb, your parents, Steve’s parents, college…maybe being a mom wouldn’t be so bad.

“You gonna coach little league?” you asked, smiling. You felt giddy, like a teenage girl kicking her feet and talking to her crush. Only, you didn’t have feelings for Steve like that.

“Oh, yeah,” he laughed. “I am! I’m looking forward to it. I played baseball, basketball, I was the captain of the swim team…”

“Wow. I knew you were a jock, but I didn’t know you played so many sports.”

“Good at them, too.” The pride was evident in his voice.

“Are we gonna have a little sports prodigy?”

“God, I hope so.”

You laughed. Steve made you feel a way you truly didn’t understand. It was like butterflies in your stomach, goosebumps on your skin. You remembered what it felt like to kiss him, to-

“What if they’re more like me?” you asked. “Will you be disappointed?”

“Like you?” he said. “What, smart as hell? No, of course I wouldn’t be disappointed. I’d be so proud to have a genius kid.”

“Genius?” you laughed. “I am not a genius.”

“You’re super smart.” A pause. “Our baby would be lucky to be like you.”

Your heart beat harder. “Steve-“

“Oh, shit. I gotta go. My parents grounded me and put me on a curfew.” He scoffed. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow.” When you heard the click of him hanging up the phone, you felt disappointed. Like you missed him immediately. Your fingers itched to call him back.

You made yourself turn off the lights and get into bed instead. Your head was plagued with thoughts of Steve. You couldn’t think of anything else. You had visions of him holding a newborn baby, playing with a rambunctious toddler, playing baseball with a kid, smiling with a teenager. You had a whole life ahead of you with Steve. You, Steve, and your baby.

You wondered if it would be a boy or a girl. You didn’t know if you had a preference one way or the other. As cliche as it was, you just wanted a healthy baby. You felt like you needed to grow up fast now. It wasn’t just you you had to worry about, you had to think of this baby all the time now, first.

You thought you liked being pregnant. It felt nice to carry the baby with you, to be so impossibly close to them, having them inside where they’re safe. Despite the morning sickness (which had thankfully come to an end), you would maybe miss being pregnant after having the baby.

You drifted off eventually to those thoughts- feeling content.

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[issues4him]

I love your blue collar rafe and sahm reader 🥹🥹

What is their backstory? Like how did they meet etc

thank you bby!! let’s talk about their lore!

you met rafe when you were seventeen, the summer before senior year. he didn’t go to your school—you actually met him through a mutual friend at a bonfire one night. he was tall, tan, had dirt under his nails and the cockiest smile you’d ever seen. you teased him for wearing boots in the sand. he called you a smartass and grinned like he already knew he’d never let you go.

two weeks later, you were officially dating. only a week after that, he kissed you in his beat up pick up truck after a late-night drive, hands trembling, voice quiet when he said, “i know it’s early, like, really early, but i’m just gonna say it—‘cause i already know. i love you.” you said it back. because you knew too. knew he was going to be yours for the rest of time.

you were still just teenagers, but rafe talked about the future like it was already mapped out. he told you he wanted to work hard, build a life, make enough so you’d never have to worry about a thing. he said if you wanted to stay home with the kids someday, he’d make damn sure you could. and you wanted that. you wanted it all with him.

at nineteen, you found out you were pregnant. you cried—not out of fear—well, yes, out of fear, but also because everything felt so real all of a sudden. rafe was twenty and working full time already, and when you told him, he was speechless for a while. kept asking “you’re serious?!”. after he calmed down a bit more, he just wrapped his arms around you and said, “guess we’re startin’ our forever a little earlier than expected, baby.”

emmett was born later that year in october—tiny, loud, perfect. rafe was obsessed. he took so many photos of you holding him in your hospital bed and whispered, “he’s gonna be just like his daddy.” and you looked up at him with a soft smile, “i sure hope so.”

you got married a year later. it nothing fancy��just a small venue, close family and friends, a simple white dress and yet rafe still shed a couple tears when you walked in. your mom had offered to take emmett for the night, and you and rafe took advantage of the hotel suite you had alone.

when you were twenty-two and he was twenty-three, you planned for baby number two. you wanted a girl. you prayed for a girl. and you got wren. rafe built her nursery himself—painted the walls soft pink and white, put glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling so she’d never be afraid of the dark. she came out with a full head of hair and a death grip on rafe’s finger. he nearly cried harder than he did the first time.

“daddy’s girl,” he whispered, kissing her forehead. “she’s gonna turn me soft.”

you weren’t planning on a third. but hunter came along two years later—another boy, wild from the womb, all lungs and messy hair just like his daddy’s. that pregnancy was harder. there were too many complications that you couldn’t bare to go through again. it also took a huge toll on your body and your mind. you told rafe you couldn’t do it again, not and still be the mother you wanted to be. he was quiet at first—maybe even a little disappointed. you knew he would’ve had ten kids if it meant hearing them call him dada. after a while, he nodded, kissed your temple, and whispered, “three’s perfect, baby. i got everything i ever wanted.”

present day, emmett’s six, just learning how to ride a bike and asking too many questions. wren’s four, clingy and sassy as ever. always attached to rafe’s hip like she was born to be there. hunter’s two, his baby fat starting to fade with crooked grins and mischief.

you stay home with them. you pack rafe’s lunch every morning, kiss him goodbye with his thermos in one hand and maverick, your golden retriever, wagging his tail as rafe gave him a kiss on the top of his head.

rafe comes home every night smelling like sweat, sawdust, and sunshine. he walks straight past the kids, past the chaos, and kisses you first—because you come first, always.

sometimes you catch him standing in the doorway, looking at all of it—your home, your babies, you in a messy bun and hunter on your hip—and he just smiles.

because this is everything he ever dreamed of.

[aquaholicsanonymousworld]

Proposal Headcanons for Task Force 141 + Graves

Soap

Soap cannot play it cool. The man tries, but the moment he realizes he wants to marry you, it takes approximately 36 hours before he blurts it out mid-date, mid-bite, mid-everything.

“I love you. You love me. Let’s just do it, yeah? Marry me. Right now. I’ll steal a ring if I have to.”

You think he’s joking—until he pulls out an actual ring box from his cargo pocket. It’s dented. A little dirty. But the ring inside? Stunning. Soap actually planned ahead but couldn’t contain himself long enough for the ‘perfect moment.’

He kisses you before you even say yes, whispering, “You’re gonna be the death of me… but what a way to go.”

He doesn’t even make it to the bedroom.

The moment you say yes, he tackles you onto the couch, hands everywhere, breathless laughter between frantic kisses. His mouth is on your neck, mumbling, “You said yes—you said yes, I’m gonna ruin you for the next three days.”

He gets downright feral. Clothes ripped off, ring glinting as he grips your hips and mutters filthy praise in your ear. “Say it again. C’mon, sweetheart, say you’re gonna be my wife—while I’m deep inside you.”

You’re so sore the next morning you can barely stand. He carries you to the shower, grinning the entire time.

Gaz

Gaz puts in work. He’s low-key about it, but he plans the proposal down to the smallest detail: your favorite place, the perfect playlist, the exact time the light hits just right.

He gives a small speech about all the things he loves about you—your laugh, your stubbornness, how you make coffee wrong but he drinks it anyway—and then casually drops to one knee like he’s done it in his head a thousand times.

“You don’t make sense with anyone else. You make sense with me. And I want that for the rest of my life.”

You’re a mess. He’s a mess. Even the waiter cries.

He starts slow. Intense eye contact. Whispering thank you against your lips as he slips the ring on your finger and lays you down like you’re sacred.

But once his lips are on your skin? He loses control.

Gaz eats you out like he’s starved, murmuring, “My fiancée tastes so fuckin’ sweet,” between strokes of his tongue. You’re trembling before he even gets his pants off.

And when he finally pushes inside? It’s deep. Slow. A claim.

“I’m gonna make you feel me for days,” he breathes, forehead to yours, hips rolling with purpose. “This is how your husband loves you.”

Ghost

Ghost doesn’t plan to propose. Not because he doesn’t want to—it’s because he’s terrified. Of losing you. Of not being enough. Of messing it up.

But then one night, he wakes up after a nightmare and sees you asleep, soft and peaceful beside him… and it hits him. He needs to make sure you never leave.

Next morning? He slips a ring onto your finger while you’re still sleeping. Sits beside the bed, just watching.

You wake up to him staring at your hand, expression unreadable.

“Hope that’s alright,” he says softly. “Didn’t think I could get through asking without losin’ my nerve.”

It’s the most vulnerable you’ve ever seen him—and the most sure he’s ever been.

You see a side of Ghost no one else ever has.

Once you say yes, the mask comes off—literally and figuratively. He holds your face, kisses you like he’s drowning, and when he lays you down, it’s pure worship.

But when he’s inside you? All that control breaks.

Rough thrusts. Low growls. Hands gripping your thighs like he needs you to anchor him.

“You’re mine now,” he rasps, voice cracking. “Gonna fuck you until that ring rattles on your finger.”

After? He buries his face in your neck and whispers, “My wife. Mine. Mine.” Over and over like a prayer.

Price

Price goes traditional—old-school, respectful, completely heart-melting. He asks your parents (imagine his old ass asking your parents LMAO (he's only 37)), he wears a suit, he brings you somewhere meaningful.

He drops to one knee with total conviction. Eyes steady. Hands only slightly shaking.

“You’ve stood by me through everything. And if you’ll let me, I’ll spend the rest of my life giving you everything I’ve got left.”

It’s not flashy. It’s intimate. He looks you in the eye like a man who already sees your whole life together—and you say yes before he even opens the box.

Bonus: He tears up. Silently. And tries to hide it with a “Might be dusty out here.”

He pours a glass of champagne, gives a toast to Mrs. Price-to-be, and then takes you to bed like a gentleman…

…until he’s got you pinned under him, writhing, one hand wrapped around your throat just enough to make you whimper.

“This is what forever looks like,” he growls, sliding in with maddening control. “You wanna be mine? You better be ready to take every fuckin’ inch of me.”

He makes love like a man with something to prove—and he proves it again. And again. And again.

After? He smokes a cigar with your head on his chest, murmuring, “Next time, I’m bending you over the vows.”

Phillip Graves

Graves turns the proposal into a production. Champagne, string quartet, five-star dinner, and probably a drone flying a banner overhead.

He gives a speech in front of everyone. A loud one. “This woman right here? She’s the best thing I ever got my hands on—and I’m damn sure not letting her go.”

He definitely drops to one knee in slow motion. Probably has a photographer hiding in a bush. Maybe two.

The ring? Custom-made. Probably with your initials engraved inside. He flashes that smug grin and says, “You didn’t think I was gonna do this halfway, did you?”

After you say yes, he yells “She said YES!” like it’s a victory and kisses you like he just won a Super Bowl.

Graves worships you that night like a man obsessed. Pours champagne over your chest just so he can lick it off. Tells you exactly what he’s gonna do with his wife in every room of the house.

“Gonna fuck you in silk sheets and marble floors, darlin’,” he purrs. “You think the ring’s nice? Wait till you see what I do with this body.”

Takes his time ruining you. Bent over the bed. Face down on the counter. On your knees in the living room.

Every time he makes you come, he taps the ring and says, “Mine now. And I’m never lettin’ go.”

[markleessodalite]

Relationship Quirks: NCT Dream

content: just a headcanon about little quirks you had to get used to in your relationship with bf!dreamies :)

warnings: none really

a/n: i'm at that stage where i have 5 million different ideas of what to write and i have started on... none of them :/ but i WILL i MUST

Mark:

He needs absolute silence during his night-time routine. Like, completely silent.

At some point you just stopped trying to be in the bedroom while he washes his face in the attached bathroom, bc even the slightest giggle at something on your phone would bother him.

His night routine is his relaxation time and he cannot have any disturbances

(and he works so hard every day that you don’t mind moving to another room while he decompresses)

Renjun:

He has a specific way of organizing the closet. But you don’t know how he does it bc he won't tell you.

You’ve tried to just watch him and figure it out but no matter where you put something, it's somehow always wrong.

Like you’ll hang up a shirt with the other shirts, but actually it was a blouse and you put it with the t-shirts and he has to go behind you and fix it.

And he’ll always tell you when its wrong too.

So now laundry is his special designated chore and you’re not allowed to do it

Jeno:

He spaces out. A lot.

Even in the middle of a conversation.

You eventually learned that you need to watch him as you talk to see if his eyes are unfocused, that's your clue.

And you have to pause between sentences to wait for a response, just a little nod or a ‘mhm,’ instead of yammering at a thousand miles an hour.

Its not like he’s purposefully tuning you out, he just has a mind that wanders. He can’t help it!

Haechan:

He can dish it out, but he can’t take it.

Meet lee donghyuck, the whiniest bf in the universe.

He loves to tease you if you say something weird or have a dumb moment, but the second you say something even half as sassy, you get the sigh.

And the eye roll.

And the slumped shoulders and silent treatment.

The only thing that can settle his mood is reassurance in the form of lots of physical affection ;)

Jaemin:

Forgets things. Everything. All the time.

If you want him to remember to do something, you have to write it down for him.

But he’ll also forget to keep that note with him, so you’ll either end up texting him or setting a reminder on his phone.

For a while you thought it was weaponized incompetence, but when he does remember something, he remembers every single detail.

He does everything just the way you want it, and he never complains about doing things for you.

He just has an absolute shit memory lol

Chenle:

He has to plan when to share a bed with you.

Chenle is just a very neat and tidy person. He likes his systems.

He also finds it hard to sleep when there’s too many distractions.

Its not that he dislikes sharing a bed with you, he likes it too much.

So if he’s got things to do or places to be in the morning, he must sleep by himself, or else he’ll spend all night yapping at you and try to spend the entirety of the next day in bed with you too.

Jisung:

Needs to plan everything with plenty of advance notice.

Jisung is just not spontaneous. By any means.

If you decide you wanna go shopping tomorrow, you better be ready to beg him to go with you.

And if you do get him out of the house, don’t you dare suggest going to a new, not previously discussed location, or he might literally cry.

To be fair, he has tried to improve on this ever since the two of you made plans for your first date… and he tried to set the date for 2 weeks later, which you took as disinterested obligation.

Now you know that Jisung would pretty much say yes to whatever you asked him to do– just give him enough time to mentally prepare for whatever outing you have planned!

[wcters]

YOUR RELATIONSHIP

pairing: arthurtv x fem!reader

summary: a glimpse into your relationship with arthur

warnings/contents: sexual innuendos (obviously, it’s arthur), alcohol use, arthur being awkward, fluff

author’s note: in my british youtubers era so expect some more stuff with them 😚 will still be posting f1 stuff so do not worry !!!!

- FIRST OF ALL, everyone thought you were fake

- arthur?? talking to a girl?? no

- but it was true, you were in fact very real

- you met (quite cliche actually) at a coffee shop in london ☕️

- you were studying for a final coming up as you are in your last year of uni and he made a move

- he was really awkward, but you thought it was cute ☺️ you had your headphones on so he tapped your shoulder when he came up

- asked you what you were studying about and then when you replied, he went into a rant about the topic

- when he stooped, you were just staring at him and he thought he blew it when you asked him if he wanted to join you

- obviously said yes ‼️ pretty girl asking him to sit? you have to say yes

- you chatted for awhile and then you eventually had to leave 😭 you were the one to ask for his number (confident queen)

- he looked at you like 😧 cause he couldn’t believe what you said but snapped out of it and it went on from there

- you’d go on coffee dates together and you would sometimes study at his place while he was doing a video

- he was there at your graduation and made you pose for a hundred photos because he was so proud 🥹

- at that time you had a private account so you posted you two on there

- he eventually posted the photo when it was known he was in a relationship and you were ready to be public

- it was a couple months after you two started dating that he introduced you to his friends

- obviously introduced you to chris first ‼️

- chris’s mouth nearly dropped to the ground when he first met you

- there was a big conversation before meeting chris and you were warned of things he might say (because you truly never know)

- you knew what he was like, having watched some of their videos together after you started dating

- and you had sat in some calls before off screen (they were oblivious of course even though you were SO loud accidentally sometimes)

- eventually when they all learn about your relationship, you’re the one picking arthur up from videos when he needs a ride, especially pub crawls

- you’ll be sat on your couch, movie or random tv show playing, waiting for a text that says arthur’s plastered, can you come pick him up? from chris’s phone, probably from whoever is playing the ref as chris is wayyu too drunk

- you reply with a how drunk? and you always get the same answer . . . he’s got that look on his face

- of course you go and pick him up, and also end up being an uber driver to a bunch of other drunk men 🙄🙄

- it is a HASSLE trying to wrangle them in the car

- lots of angry mumbling and a few choice words come from you. arthur is obviously quiet on the front seat due to his state and because he listens to you when he’s drunk

- when you get home, it consists of you making him food, getting him painkillers, helping him brush his teeth, change into pyjamas (while he is trying to get you out of yours), and into bed

- this man is passed out when he hits the pillow. dead asleep 💤

- you wake up to text messages from his friends thanking you for driving them home, some of them from their girlfriends as they are either still asleep or throwing up

- you are a literal angel 😇

- it was about a year and a couple months into your relationship when he asked you to move in with him

- practically already lived there, having a drawer for yourself, skin care and health products in the bathroom, and your things all over the apartment

- he sort of spit it out one random night

- he had come home from filming with chris, isaac, and some other people. you were sat on the couch together when he randomly said it

- he was so nervous, and didn’t look at you when you turned to look at him 😭

- it was a no brainer. you said yes ‼️

- fully moved in within two weeks, luckily the lease on your apartment was done around the same time so it wasn’t too complicated

- after this you really started to show up in videos and vlogs

- you had before but as you were now living with him, you were there all the time when he was filming

- you’d be either part of the video or seen in clips or in the background

- people loved seeing you and would always point you out ❤️

- you’d join arthur and bach sometimes when they’re gaming

- you love the horror genre and horror games so if they boys are too scared to continue playing themselves they’ll fetch you and watch you play

- they still get scared the same

- and yes, arthur grabs you really hard when he gets scared

- isaac grabs onto him, he grabs onto you. like a literal train

- you’ll be straight faced like 😐 while they’re ready to pee themselves and throw up

- #queenshit

- #yougotthepantsintherelationship

- you hang with liv when arthur and isaac are filming 🎀

- talk about all the tea that’s happened since the last time you talked and attempt to watch a movie while your boyfriends are screaming ❤️

- if it’s just you and you aren’t with them you’ll be doing chores around the house or running errands

- sometimes you’d help film arthur’s vlogs and that got you interested in vlogging 📷

- first it was little tiktok videos about your life, your job, makeup, etcetera

- and then arthur convinced you to make your first vlog

- people really like you 🫶🏻 because you are sort of normal in the way that you have a regular job and regular life besides dating a youtuber

- you also interact with fans a lot, and always have. you’ve been caught interacting with arthur thirst traps 🤫

- but let’s be real who hasn’t

- you also show that your relationship is actually really normal and like regular peoples would be

- you go on dates, you hangout, you visit family, it’s not all social media and people like that

- arthur is actually really good at planning date nights and making sure you two get enough time together

- he will decline to do a video if he has a date with you ‼️ even if you say it’s okay because you spent the day together

- he’s a dedicated man

- the one time he forgot a date, you were getting ready for bed and found him getting stuff to sleep on the couch 🥺

- you weren’t even mad 😭

- he has a variety of date ideas 💐

- nice restaurants, fast food places, stargazing, going to the zoo, etcetera

- he has ended up teaching (or at least attempting to as you don’t understand any of it with three glasses of wine in your system) you chess on one of these dates

- your favourite are nights spent curled up together on the couch with the big light off, movie playing, and chinese food ❤️

- he’s always touchy with you and needs to have a hand on you: waist, arm, whatever, but you really like how real he is when you are at home together

- he’s such a suck, not afraid to get all close and lovey

- but you also have the privacy and you both get to be yourselves and he gets a break from the outside world and chill

- you try to put on a movie you both like, but arthur will end up ranting about a cool fact he knows and you’ll just smile and listen

- if someone took a picture of you, it would be described as the look of love ❤️

- just utter infatuation with this man

- he’s also a MASSIVE cuddler

- you found that out when you started dating but when you moved in, you REALLY found out

- he loves to spoon and doesn’t care if he’s big or little spoon a lot of the time (though he does like big spoon a bit more)

- there have been times where you’ve tried to get up to go to the bathroom and this man will not let go ‼️

- even if you tell him you are going to piss your pants, he doesn’t care

- if he’s asleep, he will grab onto you like a koala. he will also have conversations with you and tell you not to leave while he’s asleep

- it’s a battle every time but one you don’t mind ❤️

- bach will pretend to get jealous sometimes when arthur is paying “too much attention” to you

- they’re bromance IS real ✊

- you’ll often end up in a train with isaac holding hands with arthur and arthur holding hands with you

- he’s either arthur’s boyfriend or your chaotic teenage son

- depends on the day

- he usually turns into the son during horror games when he gets scared and hides behind you and arthur

- #motherbear 🐻

- you’ll joke about this on their podcast because you are obviously a reoccurring guest on there

- you match their witty (and sexual) behavior and jokes

- you tend to let loose on there and act like you would if you were hanging out

- people (again) LIVE for you on there ❤️

- they find you so funny

- maybe even funnier than arthur and bach (but don’t tell them that)

- you also have great fits

- with you and arthur is giving overdressed girlfriend and underdressed boyfriend

- he likes to buy you clothes even though you want to pay 🛍️

- this man has his card out before you get to the register

- he also likes to get you stuff from trips he goes on that where you can’t join him

- you “borrow” his clothes a lot and he loves seeing you wear them ❤️

- though his favourite is you in one of his t-shirts and and underwear

- he thinks you’re irresistible anytime but especially then

- he doesn’t know why 🤷‍♀️ just does something to him

- you love each other so much and wouldn’t want it any other way !!!!

[xzinbdg]

NO WAY BRO ❕❕

seven. moonstruck (written)

۶ৎ synopsis: sim y/n, sim jake's sister, has known lee heeseung, her older brother's best friend, for ages. In her mind, he sees her like a little sister, but in reality, he has lost all his girlfriends because of his feelings for her, too bad he's afraid of her brother's reaction.

To be honest, you were very excited for today. Yesterday, Heeseung told you to be ready for a date, and it’s not like it’s your first one with him, but something in you feels different about this one. You got the dress code, which is a dress, but since today is supposed to be kind of cold, you also decided to get some pants just in case it’s really cold; you could just change. Heeseung is picking you up in three hours, so you slowly started getting ready. You were kind of happy that Jake is at some sports camp, and you can just be with Heeseung as much as you want, but the fact that he doesn’t know about all of this is kind of eating at you. He is your older brother, and you always told him everything, but now you have this huge secret. “Ah, whatever, Heeseung will tell him soon,” you think to yourself as you finish your makeup. You kept it classic with some soft makeup and a long black dress. You were finishing getting ready when you heard a knock on the door.

“Coming!” you shouted, and went to open the door.

“Hi,” there he was, looking so handsome with pretty flowers just for you.

“Hi, handsome,” you smiled at him, and he smiled back. “Shall we, beautiful?”

The two of you headed to his car and began heading to your destination.

“So where are we going?” you asked, curious.

“You’ll see when we get there,” he smirked at you. “What’s this, though?” he asked, pointing at the bigger bag that you brought.

“Oh, this? It said that it’s going to be kind of cold later, so I brought some pants just in case I’m cold.” He nodded, “Good job, smart girl.” You felt kind of dizzy after his words.

After about thirty minutes, you arrived at a pretty building. It’s a fancy restaurant; you can’t say you’ve been to one before, but there’s a first for everything.

“Hello! Did you book a table?” the receptionist asked.

“Yes, it’s under the name ‘Lee Heeseung.’” Why is he so charming just talking? you thought to yourself.

“Ah, I see it. Please follow me to your table.”

The vibe inside the restaurant was much more comfortable than you would have imagined. It does look fancy, though, and almost everyone is dressed well. You and Heeseung sat down and looked through the menu, ordering something after some time. "So, how do you like it here?" he asked. "It's very nice; I like it!" you said happily.

"I'm glad," he smiled. And right at that moment, your food arrived.

You enjoyed a nice dinner, just chatting away, reminiscing about some things from the past and getting to know new things about each other. After the meal, Heeseung insisted on paying the bill since he was the one who took you out on this date, and after some initial resistance, you eventually agreed.

"Where to now?" you asked. "Hmm, how about we go stargazing?" He asked "I love that idea." You replied.

And so the two of you made your way to the nearest hill. You were actually glad that you brought those pants with you because it started to get very cold, and Heeseung also gave you his jacket. The view was amazing—pretty stars and the city in the distance. Heeseung lay down, and so did you, putting your head on his chest.

"You know," he started, "I think I’m moonstruck by you." You laughed a bit. "Isn't it starstruck?" He smirked. "Well, the moon is bigger and shines brighter than the stars." You felt your cheeks heating up at his words.

After some time in silence, you sat up, and he did too after noticing you. You could feel the tension between you two and felt like you had to do something about it.

"Can you kiss me?" you asked, surprising him and even yourself by doing so.

Heeseung didn’t say anything; instead, he slowly came closer to you. He cupped your face gently and leaned in for a kiss. The moment your lips touched, you felt electricity course through your body. The kiss was soft yet sensual, revealing exactly how he felt. After a while, you let go, both of you as red as tomatoes and just staring at each other. You burst into giggles, and he did too, both feeling happy.

"So, can I finally be your boyfriend?" Heeseung asked nervously. "I thought you’d never ask." You captured him in another kiss, confirming your relationship with him.

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written part: 750 words

۶ৎ pairing: brother's best friend!heeseung x reader

۶ৎ genre: smau, brother's bestfriend, forbidden love, angst, fluff, crack

۶ৎ emi's note: AHHH they are official!! but jake still doesnt know... on a side note I’ve been having so many problems with this chapter and taglist so if anything is wrong pls let me know and I will try to fix it 😞

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[ipushhimback]

Hi!! I had an idea/request if you say.

Driver x Interviewer!Reader where the driver flirts a lot with them and makes their life slightly difficult but not bc they want to but bc they’ve been painfully in love with the reader for as long as they can remember. Ending is up to you!!

I wanted this to be based off RedBull!Sebastian Vettel like 2010-2011 but idk if you write for him. So any driver would be okay☺️

thanks @gguk-n for the request i really had so much fun writing this! i hope you like how i wrote it <3 but look!

pairing: franco colapinto warnings: none words: 1.3 k summary: you’re an f1 interviewer and franco has a crush on you…

You sprinted to the area where you would interview the drivers as you didn’t hear your alarm this morning - again - looking at your phone to read the notes your boss sent to you. The information contains which drivers you’ll be interviewing and what the most important questions to ask are.

”No fucking way!”, you exclaimed as you stopped in the middle of your little sprint. 

Franco Colapinto was on the list. He was going to drive this race weekend as Pierre broke his arm just about an hour again. 

It wasn’t as if Franco wasn’t a nice guy. He definitely was but he’s been flirting with you since the middle of the 2024 season when he stepped in for Logan at Williams and it has gotten extremely annoying when he started flirting with you in the cafeteria, at food trucks and even in interviews at some point!

You weren’t the only one he flirted with, you saw the interviews of other women being flirted with, and yeah, Franco was charming but when he flirted with you it was different. It didn’t seem like he just joked around. It seemed like he actually wanted to go on dates with you. You really appreciated it. Maybe it was even cute but after the fifth time rejecting him it just got annoying as fuck.

Shaking your head in disbelief you started running again. You couldn’t afford to be late to an interview if you didn’t want to be fired. 

“Y/N!!!!”, you heard a voice behind you. 

“Franco. What do you want? You’ll only be the third driver I’ll interview today…”

”Yes, I know. But look. I brought coffee for you. It is the one you always have. I guess. Wow your legs look so good in that dress with those shoes!.”

You just stared at him because that - bringing you your favorite coffee - was just adorable. But Franco must have seen your face, that was still grumpy thanks to the stress of overhearing your alarm, and immediately stressed. 

“Oh no. I brought you the wrong coffee, right? I am so so sorry. Should I get a new one? Which do you want? I can also bring tea or hot chocolate instead? Or alcohol?”, he said and you just got even more confused. Alcohol? It was only 10 in the morning…

You honestly didn’t have the energy for anything so you just turned around to walk away but stopped after only 3 steps and turned around. You walked back to Franco and grabbed the coffee he was still holding in his hand. Now you again turned around to walk away again. For real this time. 

The first drivers to be interviewed that day were Oscar Piastri, who was an amazing warm up thanks to his calm personality, and Lando Norris, who thank god was also still as tired as you so he was also calm and not like Franco, full of energy. 

Then it became serious. You saw Franco sprinting in your direction so you took a few deep breaths so you wouldn’t throw him in front of a bus. 

“Y/N!!! I am ready! Ask me anything! But first, I have another coffee. Did you like the coffee before? I also have a sandwich for you. But I didn’t make it myself. But I bought it myself. I saw you order it last time at the food truck.” 

Honestly you were really starting to believe that Franco was stalking you. This wasn’t normal. Someone who works with you shouldn’t know this much about your eating habits. Or drinking habits. Or any habits. And those compliments you got way too often from him? His record was seven compliments on a single day. And yes, you did count. 

“Uh… yeah… thanks… Let’s just start the interview, Franco”, you told him though he now looked a little sad while he was still holding the sandwich in his hand. You started feeling bad for him and you had to admit you really wanted to eat that sandwich so you grabbed the sandwich from him.

”Can we now start the interview?”, you repeated and you saw Franco’s face light up again.

”Ok. Just ask. I will answer it all”, he said enthusiastically as he took the mic you were handing to him. 

“So. Now that you are going to replace Pierre for at least the next five races, what are your goals for these?”, you asked him the first question.

”Definitely try to score points and proving I am a good driver so that I have good chances of getting into a team next year. And not just as a reserve driver”, Franco said and you couldn’t help that he was a little nervous as his accent, that got even stronger, gave him away. 

“Do you think you’ll get along with Jack well?”, was your next question for the two years younger driver.

”I certainly hope so. It is important to me and I think for him too. We will see. But yes I hope we will. Of course there is always somehow a rivalry. You want to beat the others to proof yourself but I think we will get along fine off the track”, the Argentine answered patiently, still grinning his signature grin. “You look really pretty today, by the way. Did you style your hair differently?”

“Ok.” You just said ignoring his compliment - you had to be professional - and just asked a couple more questions before the interview was over and Alex Albon, Franco’s former teammate, and Williams driver, was already waiting a few steps away, grinning like he had just won in the lottery. 

“Alex! What is going on? You got pole position for the race?”, you asked him, laughing. Alex has always been one of the drivers you got along best with. He never judged you when you came into F1 as an interwiewer at the age of 21. The last two years he has always supported you. 

“Nope. No pole position. Nothing going on”, he said but you didn’t quite believe him as he looked like he was trying not to laugh. You just hummed though and looked confused. After you turned back to grab a bite of your sandwich you looked even more confused as you saw Franco still standing there. 

“Franco? You can leave? The interview is finished”, you told him and sighed. 

“Oh… oh yeah. Sorry. I’ll leave”, Franco said running off as fast as he managed. 

You shook your head and turned back to Alex. 

“Come on, Albono. Your turn. Grab the mic.” 

Alex didn’t move. Not even a millimeter. 

”You really don’t realize it, do you?”, Alex said smirking. 

“Realize what? Can you just give me a little more information? I cannot read your mind yet. Haven’t learned that. If I had I wouldn’t be here asking y’all questions when you can’t even answer half of them”, you said somehow annoyed. 

“Y/N… I really love you but sometimes you are really an idiot. He brings you your favorite coffee. He brings you the sandwich you always order. He even makes sure you drink enough water!”

“Exactly! He can be so annoying! I just want to do my job and he is always there! It is as if he- oh…”, you stopped in the middle of the sentence. 

Alex just laughed and patted your head. 

“Looks like you finally used the thing in your head called brain.”

”I am such an idiot”, you said facepalming yourself. 

“Yeah sometimes you really are”, your friend just said. ”And now?”

”Now I don’t think he is a stalker anymore… All he did was just because he liked me! I guess I’ll have to talk to him. Tell him I am not interested.” 

***

An hour later you were finished with all the interviews and went to the Alpine garage where you found Franco almost immediately.

His face lit up and he grinned at you. 

In the end you didn’t walk out of the garage feeling sad because you rejected him but with a date in your calendar for the next day… 

a/n: i loved loved loved writing this it was so much fun! idk when i will manage to post next bc i have 4 exams plus the first part of my finals in the next 3 weeks so pls be patient! tags: @strawberryy-kiwii / @a-distantdreamer / @requiemforthepoets / @martygraciesversion381 / @l-vroom4 / @comicqlivy / @sid-is-gr8 / @picklesbuddy93 / @sadiemack9 / @f1fantasys / @cloud-55 / @sunny44 / @widow-cevans / @gigicisneros / @mbioooo0000 / @sinfully-yoursss / @bravo-delta-eccho / @rue-t / @mayax2o07 / @alexanderachillesisgay / @maviesamour / @suhchenjun / @pippyth3hippy / @sweate-r-weathe-r / @joannaln4 / @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy / @aleatorio1234 / @anayaverse / @htpssgavi

[bradleysass]

fit - @rosekillermicrofic - wc: 721

Barty was used to people assuming things about him. It was the hair, the sharp grin, the way he leaned into every bit of chaos like it was his birthright. He looked the part of the wild one—the troublemaker, the unhinged half of the pair.

They couldn’t be more wrong.

Evan Rosier was the real nightmare. He was the kind of reckless that didn’t announce itself with loud proclamations and manic laughter. No, he was quiet about it. Subtle. He made bad decisions with a calm, detached air, as if there was no other possible choice to begin with. Evan was the one who would casually mention buying a rundown cabin in the middle of nowhere because he thought it would be ‘fun to fix up,’ and then disappear for days doing God knows what. Evan was the one who took hexes in duels just to see how bad they hurt. Evan was the one who once, in a fit of boredom, set a room on fire just to watch the way the flames moved.

Barty, for all his dramatics, was painfully normal in comparison. He had routines. He liked his things a certain way. He enjoyed predictability.

Which was exactly why he was currently on the verge of throwing a full-on tantrum.

“You said,” Barty seethed, standing in the doorway of their flat with his arms crossed so tightly his knuckles were turning white, “that you would be home by eight.”

Evan, who was in the process of toeing off his shoes, raised an eyebrow. “It’s barely past midnight.”

“Barely past—Evan! That’s four hours! Four hours of me waiting here like an idiot while you were off—” Barty waved a hand in frustration, “—doing whatever it is you do when you disappear without a word!”

Evan huffed, running a hand through his hair. “You’re being dramatic.”

“You don’t get to say that! You have the emotional range of a rock. I am the normal one here!” Barty stabbed a finger in Evan’s direction. “And I am allowed to be upset when my boyfriend—who promised he’d be home—decides, ‘actually, I don’t feel like it’ and ghosts me for hours!”

Evan sighed like this was the most exhausting conversation in the world and, worse, like he wasn’t at fault at all. He walked past Barty, heading toward the kitchen. “I lost track of time.”

Barty let out a strangled noise. “That is not an excuse! You have a watch, Evan!”

Evan opened the fridge, pulled out a bottle of water, and leaned against the counter as he took a sip. He was as composed as ever, which only made Barty’s irritation grow. “I forgot to check it.”

Barty could feel the full-body tantrum bubbling up. He took a deep breath, fists clenched at his sides. “This is unacceptable. I am putting you on a schedule.”

Evan blinked. “A schedule.”

“Yes! One that you will follow! With check-ins!” Barty marched to the drawer and pulled out a pen and paper. “You are getting an itinerary. When you leave, you will tell me where you are going, and you will check in every two hours.”

Evan just stared. “You are insane.”

Barty pointed the pen at him. “No, I am dating someone who doesn’t respect the concept of time, and I am taking action!”

Evan let out a small, amused breath, like he was barely holding back a laugh. “You do realize I’m not actually going to follow this, right?”

Barty gasped. “You absolutely will. I am putting my foot down. This is my final stand.”

Evan shook his head, pushing off the counter and walking over. He took Barty’s face in his hands, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “You’re cute when you’re mad.”

“I’m furious,” Barty grumbled, but he leaned into the touch despite himself.

“Sure you are.” Evan dropped his hands and started toward the bedroom. “C’mon, let’s go to bed. You can lecture me more in the morning.”

Barty huffed but followed, muttering under his breath about respect and time management. Evan, as always, paid him no mind. And Barty, for all his dramatics, knew he’d let it slide—because for all of Evan’s reckless, unpredictable ways, he was still here. Still with him.

That didn’t mean he wouldn’t make another schedule in the morning, though.

[wooahoe]

best friend’s older brother!jeonghan vs older brother’s best friend!joshua…

deja vu; aka i think that jeonghan fits this song better but i was trying to write for shua…ft older brother!seungcheol (1.1k-ish words) mlist — 🎧 saranghey❕ryn’s playlist — @maestro-net

many 땡큐 베리 감사s to jay @ppyopulii and sousy @sousydive i cannot write breakups for shit so MWAH ty for the ideas ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

THIS IS NOT POLY MAESTRONET DON’T COME AFTER ME PLS

written in hc format bc im lazy asf sorry gang 😔 also for context shua is a foreign exchange student

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best friend’s older brother!jeonghan whose sister’s name is gonna be soobin because i’m pretty sure that’s his actual sister’s name? idk he mentioned it in a live once and i’m lazy so yeah

best friend’s older brother!jeonghan whose sister has been your best friend since the beginning of time

best friend’s older brother!jeonghan who also happens to be friends with your older brother

best friend’s older brother!jeonghan who was genuinely a menace when you were younger but he’s chill now less of a menace now

best friend’s older brother!jeonghan who reached out to you in high school, because you had the same biology class and he needed help

best friend’s older brother!jeonghan who claimed that you were the only option he had if he wanted to preserve his ego

best friend’s older brother!jeonghan who doesn’t stop talking to you, even after he stops needing help with homework

best friend’s older brother!jeonghan who tells you that if he gets a higher grade than you on the final exam, he gets to take you out on a date

no, you do not have a choice in the matter

best friend’s older brother!jeonghan who will not stop texting you, asking what you got on the test, ignoring the fact that if he got a higher score than you, you might fuck up your friendship with soobin for good :( and your relationship with seungcheol :(

best friend’s older brother!jeonghan who you find out has asked both seungcheol and soobin for permission to go after you long before you even started the school year (she said yes)

best friend’s older brother!jeonghan who makes you tear up a bit when you read the words across the screen, but he doesn’t need to know that

best friend’s older brother!jeonghan who ends up getting a grade that’s half a point higher and promptly tells you to meet him at the park in ten minutes, because he did not wait an entire semester just to ask you out over text

(older brother!seungcheol who asks you why you’re lowkey crying, and when you respond with jeonghan’s name, he starts swearing only for you to calm him tf down because hello you need him to drive you to the damn park!!)

best friend’s older brother!jeonghan who, within the span of ten minutes, somehow managed to show up with a bouquet of crocheted flowers. which also happen to be your favorite kind.

best friend’s older brother boyfriend!jeonghan is a great boyfriend. he’s attentive, and kind, and he does like to tease you but it’s also jeonghan we’re talking about

boyfriend!jeonghan is the kind of boyfriend that shows up to your class randomly with a gift, because he said it reminded him of you

boyfriend!jeonghan is the kind of boyfriend who wasn’t overly touchy, but still made you feel loved and safe and secure and me when

boyfriend!jeonghan is everything you could’ve asked for. so when he suddenly breaks up with you…

let’s just say that older brother!seungcheol is Not Happy At All and best friend’s older brother!jeonghan better fucking run

guess who’s sitting there while older brother!seungcheol is plotting best friend’s older brother!jeonghan’s demise?

his best friend, joshua motherfucking jisoo hong

older brother’s best friend!joshua, seeing your discomfort, offers to take you out for boba while older brother!seungcheol blows off some steam furiously texting his former friend

older brother’s best friend!joshua is sweet. he’s willing to listen to your side of the story, and god is he every bit the perfect gentleman. i’m talking holding the door open for you, pulling your chair out, paying, etc etc

older brother’s best friend!joshua might just end up being the perfect distraction from your ex

you really need to stop falling for your brother’s friends

older brother’s best friend!joshua, unsurprisingly, likes you back !! thinks you’re really cute

older brother’s best friend!joshua is also hella terrified of older brother!seungcheol, (esp after yjh) so he’s a little cautious about showing affection

older brother’s best friend!joshua, however, is a green flag !! we love to see it

older brother’s best friend!joshua tells you this over text, a few months after that initial boba date

older brother’s best friend!joshua also tells you that you don’t have to do anything about it, but he didn’t want you to think that he’d been leading you on or anything if his feelings continued

which would be great, except for the fact that he kinda had been (unknowingly) toying with your feelings these past few months

but it’s okay, because you tell older brother’s best friend!joshua to meet you at the same boba shop that you’d gone to, three months prior

and that’s where you’re meeting, a year later, because he’s thinking of going back to los angeles for uni

and you’re definitely not crashing out

but older brother’s best friend boyfriend!joshua tells you that he’s willing to do long distance, but if you can’t hold up? he’s okay to cut it off, too. for you.

boyfriend!joshua says that you don’t have to decide now. he’s not leaving for a few more months, and he’s there for you, no matter what you decide

he leaves you to your thoughts and your fruit tea

or so you think, because best friend’s older brother!jeonghan sits down in front of you, asking if the seat is taken

—

“no, my boyfriend just left.”

jeonghan hums.

“joshua, right? he’s good for you.”

you raise an eyebrow at that, and frown. after a few moments of pent up frustration, you ask the question that’s been on your mind for the past year.

“why?”

“why what?”

“yoon jeonghan.”

he sighs.

“i wanted you to find someone better than me. looks like you found him.”

you purse your lips, and exasperated fondness begins to creep into your eyes.

“and how do you know that? how do you know if joshua is good for me or not?”

what if i still miss you?

“he is.”

he says this with that stupid knowing air of his, and you can’t decide if you love him or hate him for it.

“jeonghan, you don’t get to decide that for me.”

“besides, he’s leaving me.”

“what.”

jeonghans gaze whips from the window to you.

“he’s going back to la. for college. and i don’t know if he knows when he’s coming back.”

jeonghan’s eyes look at you with a mix of pity and regret, something that you can’t take, not after the whirlwind of a conversation that you had with joshua. tears begin to pool in your eyes, and when jeonghan pushes a napkin over, you can’t help but grip his hand instead.

“yah-”

“don’t say anything. just…give me this.”

and he relents, because he’d do anything for you. even go as far as breaking your heart, only to come back to check up on you.

he lets you cry, because he felt the same way about you. longing for someone he already has but is on the verge of losing.

you reach out to take the napkin and wipe your tears, only to notice familiar scrawl on it.

that napkin has jeonghan’s new phone number on it.

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now the question is, who do you choose?

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a/n: TUMBLR STOP CORRECTING JEONGHAN TO JOE GHANA AND SEUNGCHEOL TO SEEING HELL THIS IS NOT VERY CUTESY OF YOU !!

taglist: @sousydive @dreamingofpcy @junplusone — wanna join my taglist?

[missmindyyy]

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭

someone new has moved into the neighborhood who’s seems like a rough giant

pairing: southern!Reiner x f!Reader

wc: 2.2k

divider by @i-kyujin and @diviniyae

“Someone new just moved into the complex,” Sasha teased. “A young guy, mid-20s, muscular build, short blonde hair, beard, and mustache. Totally your type, Y/n.”

You let out a little giggle, rolling your eyes at her playful grin.

“Now why do you think that,” you asked, amused.

“I don’t know, just do, you should bring him some cookies like you did for me when I first moved here,” she suggested.

“I don’t know, haven’t seen him once since he got here so I think he wants to be left alone,” you say with a shrug.

“Speaking of which, how do you even know what he looks like,” you asked.

“Oh well, I saw him heading to work one day while I was leaving to meet up with Connie and Jean,” she grinned.

“Okay good I thought you did some weird stalking shit,” you said in relief.

“Hey that only happened one time, and besides me and him are now dating that means it's your turn to find the one,” Sasha exclaimed.

You laugh once more, shaking your head at your friend's claim. “Maybe I’ll give him something depending if I have time,” you say finally giving in.

“Alright great, tell me if you do it,” she smiled, clearly enjoying herself.

You returned home later, realizing you had nothing planned after hanging out with Sasha. With a sigh, you decided to make the cookies. You felt a little nervous because you usually wouldn’t bother people if they don’t want to socialize.

And the new guy felt right in that category. You were only pushing yourself to bring him something because you trusted Sasha's judgement, maybe you will end up liking him.

After an hour the cookies are done, you slipped off your apron and stepped out your apartment, heading to the new guys a bit down the hall. You take a deep breath before knocking at the door.

For a good 30 seconds nothing is heard, but before you can turn back the door opens. A man around 6’1 opens the door and fits Sasha's description perfectly. Except for that she didn’t mention how muscular he actually was.

“May I help you ma’am?” His deep, southern accent made your heart skip a beat.

“Sorry to bother but you're new to the neighborhood and I bought you some homemade cookies,” You explained, a smile pulling at your lips.

“My name is Y/n L/n. I live a couple doors down from at 304, if you need anything you can always knock on the door,” you added.

He looked down at her for a bit, the tension behind his eyes slowly leaving as he listened to your introduction. “My name is Reiner Braun. Nice to meet you,” he said.

“Nice to meet you Reiner, it was nice meeting you,” you said. You handed him the cookies, and he took them with a smile before retreating back inside.

You thought it would be the last time you would see him, but fate had other ideas.

A few days later, you had bought a coffee table, and as luck would have it, the complex had no elevators. You groaned as you realized you’d have to drag it up three flights of stairs. But just as you were about to start hauling it yourself, you spotted Reiner returning from work.

“You need a hand,” he asked, surprising you.

“Um yes if you don’t mind,” you said, grateful.

“What’s in here,” he asked, rolling up sleeves to help lift it up.

“Well while shopping I saw this really cute coffee table, and I bought it,” you explained sheepishly.

Reiner lets out a chuckle which catches you off guard quite a bit. “Sorry, you just remind me of a friend, she was always buying things and would complain she has no money,” he explained, making you to laugh with him.

“Well thank you for helping me. Would you also help me set it up,” you asked. “Uh yeah,” he said.

“You're the best,” you exclaimed, causing him to get a bit flustered.

The two carry the box all the way to your apartment. “So where do you want the table to be,” he asked. “Over there by the couch,” you say back. “Also do you want anything for your troubles,” you added.

“Some water is fine, I don’t want to bother you too much,” he said.

“Coming right up,” you said cheerfully, heading to the fridge. When you returned with a bottle of water, Reiner was in the middle of assembling the table.

“Here you go,” you said, handing him the bottle.

“Thanks. I also forgot to mention your cookies were very good,” he said.

“Thanks, would you like some more to give you for your home,” you ask.

He pauses for a second thinking before responding, “yeah that would be nice,” he smiled.

You blinked in surprise, his smile was even more charming up close. “Um, yeah, of course,” you said, still a little entranced.

As time passes by you both talk about a bunch of things and causes the both of you to become less tense with one another. Once it hit 5, Reiner was finished, wiping off the sweat on his head.

“Thank you once again Reiner,” you say once again.

“No problem, if you ever need something just knock your always welcome,” he said. “Alright, thanks have a good day,” you said, waving him off to his apartment.

“Sasha you were right,” you groaned.

“What he’s your type,” she teases.

“Exactly my type, and you failed to mention how jacked he really was,” you exclaimed. Sasha laughs at you as you sulk at the thought of Reiner.

“Why do you make it such a bad thing,” she asked.

“I’m not it's just, I don’t know anything about him and I don’t want to knock on his door for no reason,” you explained.

“Try searching for his instagram, if he follows back you guys can start talking,” she suggested.

“Oh my gosh you're so smart why I didn’t think of that,” you say, whipping out your phone almost instantly.

The both of you look down at your phone intently, searching up his name on instagram.

You both searched for his profile, eventually spotting a picture of him posing in a gym mirror.

“Oh wait, is that him?” Sasha pointed,

You click on the profile and click on a highlight to see a photo of Reiner with a guy who was tall with black hair.

“Omg that’s him,” you and Sasha squeal, causing others in the cafe to look at you weird.

You guys continue to go through his highlights, he has a couple photos of him but a good majority is with his friends.

“He seems to have a good social life,” Sasha mused.

“Yeah but I barely see him leave unless it’s for work, or shopping,” you say.

“Well it doesn't matter. Follow him already!” she urged, glowing at the thought of her friend and Reiner.

You laugh before clicking on the follow button and a minute later he follows you back.

“He wants you bad girl,” Sasha teased.

“You're pushing it, Sasha,” you joked.

Sasha smirked. “Alright, here’s the plan: a few days from now, post something, and if he likes it, you’ve got to make a move.”

“You and these plans, you're so unserious,” you said. “Fine, do it your way but he definitely wants you,” she said.

You sigh looking back at his page, maybe you will try it out.

A couple days pass and you decide instead of doing Sasha's plan, you post a relatable quote about groceries prices.

An hour later you get a dm from Reiner responding about how atrocious the prices were becoming. And after that the conversation continued and flowed smoothly.

There were no awkward pauses and they even called later that night. Since then the two who call, text and even hang out at each other's apartment.

Finally, Reiner got the courage to ask you out on a date.

“Bro Sasha I’m nervous this is my first date in a year,” you say over the phone.

“You're going to be fine, you hang out so many times these couple of months, you’ll be fine I promise” she reassures.

You let out a sigh, Sasha right you should be completely fine.

“Your right girl, I should be fine, I’ll call you after the date,” you say.

“You better get laid or at least a kiss or I’m going to be mad,” she teased.

“Bye Sasha,” you say, ending the call.

You touch up your makeup a bit, before you hear a knock on the door. You take a deep breath and open the door to see Reiner holding flowers.

“I, uh, got you some flowers,” he said awkwardly.

“Thank you Reiner, let me put them inside and then we can head out,” you smile.

He nods and watches you head back inside to put the flowers away, before reappearing back outside.

“So where are we going,” you ask.

“A fair,” he replied. “I thought a restaurant was too formal, since we’ve already gotten to know each other.”

“Ooh I’m excited,” you said with a smile.

The ride to the fair was fairly quiet, the radio taking up most of the silence.

Once there, you and Reiner look around for things to do.

“Ooh look we can play some games or try some food, or go on rides. There are so many things to do,” you exclaimed, making Reiner laugh.

“Let’s start off with the games first,” he suggested. “Good idea” you say.

The first game was a basketball toss, and while Reiner got a large stuffed animal, you managed to win a smaller one.

The next game was the rope ladder game. That game was not the best for you. You feel a couple of times and Reiner got close to the end he fell which caused you both to laugh.

You guys play a couple more games before going on the rides. One thing you learned about Reiner and that the rides did not really phase him, he had the same expression on his face the whole way through.

The only time you would see a change was if he looked in your direction and smiled or laughed at how scared you were. That led you to realize that he didn’t laugh or smile as often as you think.

He is a calm person like when you first met him. He only started showing different emotions once you guys got to know each other and you thrived on seeing him happy.

Finally at the end of the night Reiner had convinced you to go on the ferris wheel. You first turned down the idea, but after a lot of convincing you decided it wasn’t going to hurt.

“So did you like tonight,” he asked as the ferris wheel reached its peak.

“Yeah I did, never seen you show so much emotion in one night,” you teased, making him smile.

He turned toward you, his gaze softening. “I get that a lot from my friends.”

The view outside was breathtaking, and you both sat in a comfortable silence for a while. “It’s beautiful,” you say breathfully. “Yeah,” he said in a low voice.

Finally, Reiner turned to you again. “You look good in this lighting,” he said quietly.

You smile, grabbing onto his hands. “You look good when you smile,” you said, causing him to blush slightly.

“For someone who is really big looking, you're just a gentle giant,” you teased.

Reiner laughed softly. “I’m just not used to those compliments.”

You smile at him and he does the same. He moves from his side of the ferris wheel to your side, looking into your eyes. He grabs your cheek, his lips hovering yours.

“May I,” he asked, looking between your lips and your eyes.

You swallowed, your lips parting slightly. You nodded, barely able to breathe, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Yes,” you whispered back, the word barely escaping your lips

Slowly, carefully, his lips hovered over yours, the tension in the air being cuttable. You could feel the heat radiating off him, and for a brief moment, everything else seemed to fade away. It was just you and him, suspended in this quiet, beautiful moment.

And then, with a soft exhale, his lips met yours.

It was gentle at first, as if he was waiting for a sign that you were okay with it. You melted into the kiss, your hands instinctively reaching up to hold onto him, feeling his warmth, his strength.

The kiss deepened slowly, both of you exploring, your breaths mingling, the world outside forgotten. Reiner’s lips were soft but sure against yours, a contrast to the calm, collected exterior he often showed. It was a kiss that spoke of everything unspoken, the connection, the silent understanding that had been growing between you for weeks.

When he finally pulled away, it was like breaking the surface of water after diving deep. His forehead rested against yours, both of you breathing heavily, as if you’d just run a marathon.

Reiner smiled again, a little breathless, and you couldn’t help but return it.

“You good?” he asked, his voice still low, but now with that familiar warmth that made your heart race all over again.

You laughed softly, still feeling the buzz of the kiss lingering. “Yeah, I’m good,” you whispered, your hand resting on his chest, feeling his heartbeat match yours.

And there, in that quiet moment, everything felt right.

[luigilore]

First off, thanks for letting me rant like this and for making this my safe space where i can just drop all my Luigi thoughts. But it’s funny—i was actually thinking about the same thing today. Like, imagine meeting him through friends, and you just vibe instantly. Same humor, same energy, and you just start spending so much time together that it naturally turns into this deep friendship. And it feels so right—like, resting your head on his shoulder, or when he hugs you from behind, it’s just effortless.

And then one night, he cooks for you because you helped him with something. And he’s like, “Here, have some more.” But you go, “Nah, ive had enough, i shouldn’t eat too much.” And Luigi? Oh, he does not like that. He goes, “In this house, we don’t talk down on ourselves. You’re a beautiful woman, and you’re allowed to eat.”

My Luigi? Oh, he loves a woman with curves. He’s into that plus-size energy. No shade to anyone else—maybe their Luigi has different tastes. But my Luigi? He makes it very clear how gorgeous he thinks you are. Subtly at first… and then not-so-subtly. And yeah, he just keeps flirting with you, staying near to you and touching you every time he gets the chance. And after that first forehead kiss youre head over heels…

-🍋

omg OFC!!! <33 i am actually so obsessed with hearing everyones lu thoughts its soooo fun... and ugh this is lowkey altering my brain chemistry stoppppp

ugh imagine going grocery shopping first w/ him to get everything. he'd have a barely readable handwritten list and it feels SOOOO domestic ugh (guys to me going grocery shopping together is like third base sorry) and the cashier asks if it's date night and luigi just laughs and says YES and you're like oh!!! okay!!

omg he'd be so concentrated on cooking, would bring the wooden spoon to your lips to get your opinion. and then as you're eating, he's like "you want more? have more! <3" and you tell him you shouldn't and are confused when luigi is looking at you, eyebrows furrowed and an actual legit frown on his face. and he'd get serious asf and ur like what??? lol ... you'd tell him "you don't have to say that...." and he looks at you with very direct eye contact hitting u w/ "i don't say things i don't mean." !!!!

yeah. yeahhh... i think he would fw the contrast of soft vs hard/muscles, feminine vs masculine... i just know he goes crazy for legs/thighs too. and yesss he would be so casual with physical closeness/affection and it makes you melt every time, you just hope he can't feel the way you slightly tense up when his hand slides across the small of your back :)

[barnesdolls]

Bucky Barnes and the Rapid Onset of Premature Aging

Bucky Barnes was nineteen years old, but he was convinced he would have a full head of white hair before he hit twenty-five.

And it was entirely Steve Rogers’ fault.

Steve, who weighed about as much as a wet paper bag.

Steve, who had the lung capacity of a Victorian orphan.

Steve, who was actively trying to die every single day of his life.

Bucky had one job. One.

Keep Steve alive.

And it was a full-time goddamn job.

—

INCIDENT #1: THE ALLEYWAY MASSACRE (OF Bucky’s Sanity)

Bucky was minding his business, walking down the street, when he heard it.

That dreaded voice.

“I can do this all day!”

Bucky froze. Closed his eyes. Took a deep, deep breath.

Then turned the corner to see exactly what he feared:

Steve. In an alley. Fighting a guy twice his size.

Bucky dragged a hand down his face. “Jesus Christ, Steve.”

Steve turned, panting. “Hey, Buck.”

Bucky crossed his arms. “Again?”

The guy Steve was fighting—who looked mildly annoyed rather than actually threatened—grunted. “Is this your friend?”

“No,” Bucky said flatly.

“Yes,” Steve said at the same time.

Bucky groaned. “Alright, buddy, I got this one. Scram.”

The guy shrugged and left, clearly realizing he had better things to do than fight the human equivalent of a dandelion in a windstorm.

Steve huffed. “I had that under control.”

“Yeah?” Bucky shot back. “You were on the ground, pal.”

Steve scowled. “I almost won.”

Bucky pointed at Steve’s face. “You have no cartilage left in that nose, Steve.”

Steve wiped some blood off his lip. “It builds character.”

“You don’t need more character, you need a doctor.”

Steve just grinned. “But I got spirit.”

Bucky threw his hands up. “I need a drink.”

—

INCIDENT #2: THE MILITARY APPLICATION THAT GAVE BUCKY AN ANEURYSM

Bucky was relaxing. For once.

And then Steve walked in, looking suspiciously smug.

Bucky squinted. “Why do you look like that?”

Steve held up a piece of paper. “I enlisted.”

Bucky dropped his fork. “You what.”

Steve grinned. “I enlisted.”

Bucky stared at him. “You did not.”

“I did.”

Bucky snatched the paper from him. Scanned it. Rubbed his temples.

“Steve,” he started, struggling to stay calm, “you have asthma.”

“Yeah.”

“And rickets.”

“Uh-huh.”

“And a laundry list of other things that make you physically incapable of joining the army.”

Steve shrugged. “They haven’t said no yet.”

Bucky groaned. “Steve. Buddy. Pal. They are going to say no.”

“You never know.”

“I do know.”

Steve just smiled. “I got spirit, Buck.”

Bucky screamed internally.

—

INCIDENT #3: THE FINAL STRAW

Bucky had accepted many things in life.

That Steve was determined to fight guys who looked like professional boxers.

That Steve would absolutely keep trying to enlist even though he was, medically speaking, held together by sheer stubbornness and spite.

That Bucky was never going to get a single moment of peace.

But what he didn’t expect—what he refused to accept—was walking into Steve’s apartment at six in the goddamn morning and seeing his best friend standing on top of a rickety-ass chair, trying to hang a punching bag from the ceiling.

Bucky froze.

Steve turned. “Oh, hey Buck—”

And the chair wobbled.

Bucky lunged. “NO—”

But it was too late.

The chair gave out.

Steve plummeted like a sack of potatoes.

Bucky barely caught him before he hit the floor.

For a long moment, there was silence.

Then Bucky slowly set Steve down, stood up, and took a deep, calming breath.

Steve, flat on his back, blinked up at him. “That could’ve gone better.”

Bucky clenched his fists. “I swear to God, Steve—”

“You know, if I was in the army, I’d probably have training for stuff like—”

Bucky screamed into his hands.

Steve patted his knee. “There, there, grandpa.”

And Bucky, fully grayed by age nineteen, muttered:

“I need so many drinks.”

—

INCIDENT #4: THE DOUBLE DATE FROM HELL

Bucky had made a critical mistake.

That mistake was thinking that maybe—just maybe—Steve could handle a normal night out without starting some kind of incident.

He was so wrong.

Because now, here they were, sitting at a booth in a diner, on what was supposed to be a double date.

Bucky had set it all up: two nice girls, a cozy booth, food on the way—a perfect setup.

And then Steve, bless his little disaster heart, decided to start an argument.

With a waiter.

About government corruption.

“I’m just saying,” Steve was in the middle of passionately debating, “if people don’t push back, nothing changes.”

The poor waiter, who just wanted to refill their drinks, blinked. “Uh—”

Steve turned to Bucky’s date. “You get it, right?”

Bucky physically cringed.

His date, looking deeply uncomfortable, cleared her throat. “I, uh, don’t really keep up with—”

Steve pointed at her. “And that’s the problem!”

Bucky threw his head back in agony.

The other girl—Steve’s date, who looked like she was seconds away from crawling out the window—let out an awkward laugh. “Um. So. Who’s up for dessert?”

Bucky, desperate to salvage this date, quickly raised his hand. “Me! I love dessert! Let’s talk about dessert!”

Steve, meanwhile, leaned forward. “You ever think about how—”

“NO.” Bucky slammed a hand over Steve’s mouth. “WE DON’T THINK ABOUT ANYTHING.”

The waiter, fully done, just set down their food and walked away.

Steve peeled Bucky’s hand off his face. “You’re being dramatic.”

Bucky turned to his date, hoping to fix whatever just happened, only to find that both girls were already standing up.

“We’re gonna go,” one of them said.

Bucky’s heart shattered. “No, wait, I—”

“Nice meeting you,” the other added.

Then, like ghosts, they vanished out the door.

Bucky slowly turned back to Steve.

Who was casually eating a fry.

“You ruined everything,” Bucky muttered.

Steve shrugged. “Eh. They weren’t the one, anyway.”

Bucky stared at him. “You have to stop talking.”

Steve popped another fry into his mouth. “I got spirit, Buck.”

Bucky groaned into his hands.

—

INCIDENT #5: THE FINAL TRANSFORMATION

Bucky was tired.

That was nothing new.

Steve had been running him into the ground for years.

So when Steve finally vanished—off to some government experiment or something—Bucky had never felt such peace.

For one day.

And then Steve came back.

And Bucky… lost his entire goddamn mind.

Because the Steve that left? Five-foot-nothing, could be knocked over by a strong breeze, constantly wheezing like an asthmatic chihuahua.

The Steve that returned?

A walking Greek statue.

Bucky had been chilling, just hanging out at the base, when suddenly—

“Hey, Buck.”

And there he was.

Steve.

But not Steve.

Because this man was tall.

This man had biceps.

This man had shoulders that could break a doorframe.

Bucky blinked. “The hell is this?”

Steve shifted, a little awkward. “Uh… they, uh, did the procedure. Worked pretty well.”

Bucky squinted. “You’re taller than me.”

Steve rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah.”

Bucky walked up to him. Poked him. “Where’s the wheezing?”

Steve sighed. “Gone.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes. “Where’s the asthma?”

“Also gone.”

Bucky grabbed his arm and shook it aggressively. “What the hell are you made of now?”

Steve sighed again. “Mostly muscle.”

Bucky stepped back, took a deep breath, and ran a hand down his face.

Then he looked back up at Steve and muttered:

“I swear to God, if you’re taller than me in every single one of our photos now, I will commit a crime.”

Steve grinned. “You sound jealous.”

Bucky pointed at him. “Listen here, you absolute brick house—”

And then a bunch of military officers walked in, and Bucky had to pretend he wasn’t in the middle of having a crisis.

But deep down, deep, deep down, he knew:

Steve was never going to let this go.

Because one thing Steve always had, was spirit.

[mumintr0llet]

A ‘The ducklings finding out about Hilson’-fic collection 

This is probably my favourite type of Hilson-fic because they’re always so fluffy and cute and domestic and funny. Especially love when the Ducklings go from ‘No fucking way, you’re not married House!’ to ‘Oh... you and Wilson… Yeah, that actually makes so much sense...’

I’ve created an ao3 bookmark-tag for myself but also thought that maybe I should put together a tumblr post as well so here we go: 

Teddy Bear Timeline - FandomsAreMyFuel: (this might be one of the best Hilson-fics in general that I’ve read!) series 4/5 (ish) ducklings break into House’s home and are surprised by how homey it is and gets an insight of House life with Wilson 

criteria - PaintedVanilla: (this is the Hilson-fic with the most kudos and I really understand why, it’s brilliant!) House and Wilson are betting on how long it will take for the original ducklings to figure out who House is married to

mutualism - PaintedVanilla: when Cameron says she’s only coming back to work for house if he goes on a date with her and later is told that House is already married to someone. 

replicability - ORiley42: a sequel to criteria: it’s the new ducklings turn to run around the hospital and find House’s spouse

Wanna bet? - movingon_exceptnot: also House and Wilson betting on who long it’s going to take until the original ducklings realise they’re married; very “aaah, that makes so much sense” feeling when they find out 

Dirty Little Secret - stasis: Cameron and Chase meet Wilson (who works at another hospital) when they break into House’s home and all of them are scared and confused and it’s very funny 

The Private Life of Gregory House - superangsty: a 5+1 thing: House suddenly wears a wedding ring and it takes five events for the original duckings to realise who House’s spouse is 

he goes to another school - Galileoleo: again the original ducklings thing House is pulling a prank when he shows up with a wedding ring, they can’t believe House could get- and let along stay- married, especially since hi supposed spouse is working at another hospital

let it slip - zlicxn: it’s Christmas time, House slips on ice, gets a concussion and in his confused state lets the original ducklings know he’s in a relationship. They’re then bet on who they think he’s planning to propose to (spoiler; I kind of think Cameron ruined his proposal but House gets his yes so it's all good in the end, hehe)

An Essay On Stupidity - DumpsterBeagle: House and Wilson have been married for about a year but the original ducklings hasn’t picked it up yet so House starts to play around with them, with Wilson kind of in on it. They hang out with Cuddy outside of work and the ducklings thing Thirteen (who’s not really Thirteen to them because they don’t know her) is House’s wife 

Expect the Unexpected - housethemd (Whiskeyrose1): short and sweet; series 5 ducklings are startled by House showing up at work with two children

Base Assumption - AmTheDreamer: House, Wilson and Cuddy think the original ducklings are idiots because how haven't they noticed that Wilson is House’s husband- since about a decked back (so, so funny!) 

Here We Go Again - AmTheDreamer: follow-up to Base Assumption, now it’s the new ducklings turn to try and figure out who their boss is married to, including some hurt/comfort as well

Bonus that kind of fits the brief: 

The Line of Thoughts - tevinterimperium: House thinks he and Wilson should pretend to be dating after the original ducklings asked too many investigative questions about House’s dating life. They don’t believe it at first, but slowly get more and more convince at the same time as House and Wilson realise things about themselves 

And if you've got any more, please do share and help me expand the list!

[awriterinthenight]

so what about five falling for reader and despite his tough old man look he turns out to be super clingy and touch starved but at the same time he struggles w the idea of being seen this way, specially around others.

after all it’s his first time loving and dating am actual human being 🥹 after spending decades on his own

Affection-Five Hargreeves

requested: yes

words: 1333

a/n sorry this took so long also got a bit carried away lol

warnings: takes place in season 3 in the hotel

summary: Five has never been one for affection, but when it comes to you he does his best and loves to have you close.

An arm around you, a hand on your thigh, or pulling you close to him was something Five always did even before you were dating. You never knew how clingy he could be until now. When you first met him he was distant, not caring about you or anything you did. But now a couple near deaths and apocalypses later wherever he was you were also there. In some way he always needed you near or to be touching you in some way.

His siblings (and Lila) were all a bit confused by how touchy he was with you, when he barely looked at his siblings unless in spite. Five's siblings constantly glared at the two of you, as you sat with Five's arm around you, or when he absentmindedly messed with the hem of your shirt. And of course in casual Hargreeves fashion they had a betting pool going, with shockingly Lila as the top better.

To Five, how he was acting was also strange to him. He'd been alone for so long he never knew he'd act like this towards anyone. When he first met you he didn't want anything to do with you. Unfortunately, or rather fortunately, that didn't work out too well for him. Whenever he needed help there you were ready to do anything if he just asked, something he wasn't used to. Your kindness and overall personality were what attracted him to you the most, not to mention how beautiful you were. Five was never one to be superficial about looks, but even then he couldn't deny how gorgeous you looked.

At first all his touches were small, more accidental than purposeful. When he was around you he gravitated towards standing near you without even noticing it. Whenever you were in a situation where you needed to run he immediately grabbed your hand, blinking you away.

All of this behavior was odd to you, since when you met him you were warned about how he acted. You distinctly remember Klaus saying, "Talking to Five is like talking to a brick, but it can insult you. He's an asshole to everyone and will make fun of anything he can when annoyed enough. He literally is a grumpy old man inside an even meaner child's body."

You believed Klaus' warning, the other siblings also saying similar things, just less dramatic. What shocked you thought was how different he actually was to you. Sure he was a bitch at first, he ignored you sometimes, rolled his eyes when you said something that usually turned out to be true, and even did insult you, but you always stood your ground. Even when he was a dick to you, you still helped him when he needed you, even if you were only met with a begrudged thank you.

It didn't take long though for his insults to end, as he no longer felt like he wanted to say them to you. His eye rolls were exchanged with long glances at you, admiring you, and whenever you helped him now he smiled at you and thanked you properly. You grew closer to him, now knowing things he told almost no one. His siblings were confused on how someone so mean could get so close to you so quickly.

Slowly your relationship grew more affectionate. Five started to wrap his arm around you wherever he was, or wrap his arm around your waist. He never failed to guide you to stand in front of him, his hand securely on your waist. Holding your hand was something he rarely did, but when you sat next to him he'd always have your hands laced, hidden from view.

"Looks like little Mr. Grumpy pants has a little crush doesn't he?" Klaus teased one day when he caught Five alone, "I mean I never thought it'd be her, but she's quite the catch," he said, nudging Five's arm.

Five, unamused, acted as if he didn't know what his brother was talking about, "Are you back on drugs or something?" Five retorted, crossing his arms.

"Awww," Klaus continued, "Young love, how adorable. Sometimes I wish I could experience my first love, Hernando again, or was it Hernandez, either way, young love is beautiful. You just want to bottle it up and use it like a drug till it wrecks your life...anyway," Klaus uttered, annoying his brother to no end.

"Will you just leave me alone?" Five asked, not wanting to talk to Klaus anymore, "And, I'm not in love with anyone."

Klaus scoffed, "I highly doubt that. Anyway, I hear she also likes coffee. You two should go on a coffee date, how cute would that be. You could order coffee for each other, share a pastry, then maybe at the end ki-"

"I don't want to hear anymore of this," Five said through gritted teeth, his face redder than he would want it to be thinking about doing what Klaus suggested with you.

Klaus sighed, dropping his arms as his expression dropped, "But you two would be so cute together. Plus if you didn't go out with her it wouldn't just break her heart, but mine too. Why don't you think of your poor old brother for once?" Klaus pleaded, giving Five his weird sad puppy dog eyes.

Five let out a huff before saying, "If I ask her out will you leave me alone?"

His brother immediately perked up, nodding his head, "Yes, yes, yes, a thousand times yes. This is going to be amazing," he exclaimed in excitement over his cupid skills working amazingly.

"I'll ask her when I see her, for now hold up your end of the bargain," Five waved off Klaus, motioning for him to leave.

Klaus bowed, "Adieu, my soon-to-not-be-single brother," he said before finally walking away.

With Five's promise to Klaus he now had to ask you out, even though he never planned to follow through with it. But the words how Klaus said it would break your heart kept replaying in his head. Maybe you did like him too and wanted him to ask you out.

So that's how Five ended up in front of you that day, stammering over his words a bit before finally getting to his point. When he finally asked you to get coffee with him you couldn't have been happier, and immediately accepted his offer.

Now here you were, Five's gorgeous girlfriend, who always had his hold on you in some way. His touches weren't intentional in public, more subconscious actions. Whenever he realized he drifted towards you, his arm around you in some way, or him holding you, he immediately let go, afraid of how others would perceive him as he wasn't used to affection. It wasn't your favorite thing about him, but you understood why and never made fun of him for it.

In private though Five would rather lose his hand than let go of you. Alone in the library, just the two of you, you were practically in his lap, your legs in his lap, as his arms wrapped around you, his hands tracing small shapes onto your skin. Or how he would hold you close to his chest when you slept, his grip on you so tight it was hard to leave. The best, yet worst, being how he wouldn't kiss you often in public, but when you were alone he could barely stay away from you, kissing you like it was the end of the world (sometimes literally).

Five might've been scared of what your relationship would bring and how it would change him, but he would never regret any of it. He eventually grew comfortable enough to kiss you in front of people, or continue to hold you close. You never minded how he was before, but you couldn't help but admit how much you loved the feeling of his hands holding you, pulled close to his chest.

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SO!

Forsaken 007n7 headcanons ig because i asked if i should share these and Ikadu said yes dhaudbqhdk

Anyway i love sad 40yo man n7 but this is not about him, give this man a kid when he's barely out of his teens lmao theres art for one of these too

007n7 started his criminal activity (exploits) when he was a teenager, quite young at that, and kept them up until he got c00lkidd.

His parents disowned him at 15 and he's been living with terrible company up until he got tax fraud and drug money (/j) and got himself a small house at the outskirts at late 18 when he could actually own one.

c00lkidd was dropped off at 007n7's doorstep when n7 was 19/20 years old and did not know how to take care of children.

He tried to cut off as much as he could from his life before the kid, but consequences always followed him, so he had issues getting a job when he ran out of crime money about a year or 2 later.

Elliot took pity on him lmfao idk how else to say this, basically Elliot knew 007n7 from school before the crime life and everyone knows 007 wasnt the best guy during those, but he heard how n7 was struggling and had a child to take care of now, so he put in a good word about how hes a "changed person now", even if he wasnt entirely sure it was the case.

007n7 tried his hardest to keep the job when he got it. He worked for about two years and then failed miserably one day. He was mostly either the cashier or pizza boxer since he didnt have a driving license and Elliot usually covered cooking shifts since those were his favorite.

007n7 and Elliot dated at some point and it ended at the same time n7's employment did sicwdbcjhcg it wouldnt have worked out anyway because well... Elliots fond of children, sure, but more as a brotherly figure. He wasn't ready to take on the role of a second father for c00lkid so.... Yeah! Also Elliots like a year or 2 younger than n7 (Elliots 28 and n7's 29/30 at the time of Forsaken)

Smth ive been thinking about as well issss what if c00lkidd was like, actually biologically n7s kid as well?? Like, a result of a fling that the mother dumped on his doorstep when the kid was born type of thing idk I like it but yk

ALSO SILLY DRAWING FOR THIS UDBX

I forgot his glasses... Oh well!