Txt Kisses.

— pina colada ( m )

wk: 3k

pairing: yunho x reader

notes: happy birthday @latte-fairytaekwoon 🤍 bestfriend!yunho. no smut. heavy make-out session. groping. grinding. very suggestive content.

To say that Yunho was annoyed would understate the matter of the situation he found himself in. For two weeks, he's been persuading you to finally have a movie night together and binge all movies of the Pirates of the Caribbean series. It was only into thirty minutes of the first film when you came back from the kitchen with your hoodie pocket stuffed with an assortment of candy. Yunho hardly caught the tail end of the conversation playing from the flat screen TV, brow twitching in annnoyance at the sound of something clicking loudly against your teeth. He didn't have to turn his head to realize you were sucking on a candy. You occasionally hollowed your cheeks, eyes so focused on the intense chase scene playing that you don't realize Yunho's gaze drifting to your form every few minutes.

Your hands absentmindedly unwrapped a lollipop as you loudly crunched on the last sliver of the blueberry candy in your mouth. Yunho mentally cursed himself for his wavering gaze, catching sight of your puckered lips and how hollow your cheeks went as you took the bright orange lollipop into your mouth. His hand stilled in the bowl of popcorn, his teeth gnawing at the inside of his cheek as he pinched kernel after kernel to distract him of wandering thoughts. From his peripheral vision, he watched in silence as you sucked on the candy, your left cheek bulging sinfully as you maneuvered the pop with your tongue. He froze, eyes briefly flickering to your face, making matters even worse. He's faintly aware of the distinct scent of citrus in the air, and his large hand scoops a heaping handful of salty popcorn, nearly inhaling the pieces as he messily shoves them into his salivating mouth. If you had taken a look at Yunho, it won't take a genius to realize he was feeling uneasy and distracted.

Tapping your hand, he shifts to voice a complaint. When you don't budge, he waves a hand in front of your face, breaking your concentration of the movie and causing you to glance at him in question. His throat suddenly feels parched at the way the lollipop bobs against the inside of your cheek , "You're eating too loud."

Your brows shoot up in surprise, quickly ripping the lollipop from your mouth to speak. His eyes don't miss the thin line of saliva that quickly breaks as you do so, and he brings his attention back to your face, suddenly feeling like he got doused in flames. With the way you're gazing at him, it wouldn't surprise him if you heard the thoughts rattling through his head.

"Sorry- was just too focused on the movie," you snort in amusement, bringing the candy back into your mouth before turning to face the TV.

Nearing the end of the movie, Yunho internally groans as you noisily chew onto the salt water taffy. Wrappers litter your lap and the floor as your wide eyes train on the film. You adjust your seating numerous of times, now leaning against Yunho's side, legs thrown over his frame as you absentmindedly traced his the veins on his hand with your fingers. He's complained about three or four more times after the initial remark, but after the fifth time, he's given up mentioning your loud and distracting noises. He doesn't know if it's annoyance or something else. Yunho allowed his eyes to drift over to your frame, the very same one that's been tempting him all evening. So much for fully enjoying and focusing on the films he's been wanting to rewatch.

He doesn't understand the growing desire that builds inside of him when he rakes his gaze over your— his best friend's— body. He suddenly feels too hot in his yellow hoodie, and his adam's apple bobs as he swallows thickly, chest rising as he inhales deeply. He'll just have to focus extra hard on the TV.

His hands are quick to press play onto the second film as you ramble on about the ending of the first. Your words don't really settle in his brain like you thought they did, and he can only nod continuously and hum back in reply. You pop another piece of taffy into your mouth when a cough from your side has your head turning to glance at an annoyed looking Yunho.

"What?"

"Y'know your teeth are going to rot by the end of tonight," he rolls his eyes at your candy stained pout, "Stop eating so much candy. You're being too noisy. Again."

"But this is my favorite," you huff as you give him a look of disappointment, "It's not like I complained about the noises you were making when you were scarfing down all that popcorn."

Yunho nearly chokes on his saliva, before flickering a corn kernel onto your face in retaliation, smiling innocently when you pin him with a warning look.

"Touché," he hums, pulling you into a tight side hug as you playfully glare at him. The second movie has both of your attention much more than the first, and when one thrilling scene slowly comes to an end, Yunho flutters his eyes shut, the intense, bright light of the TV shining into his closed eyes.

"That's gross," you comment, face contorting into a grimace as you watch the heavy make-out scene on the TV.

"What is?"

His shoulders drop in relaxation, hands distractedly thumbing the adjustable drawstrings of his sweatpants when your hands pull out a packet of pop rock candy. Ripping a corner open, you experimentally shake the contents to one side of the packet, before pouring a small amount onto your tongue to taste the flavor. The crackling against your tongue has your lips quirking up into a small smile, "Making out. Don't know why most find the idea of exchanging saliva so appealing."

He stares at your expression with a distracted gaze, and ignoring the edge of doubt in his mind, he parts his lips in a silent attempt to voice out the words that seem to die on his tongue every time he wants to bring it up. You were going to drive him crazy. He wanted to end this insanity, but he couldn't bear it any longer, his grip around the drawstrings tightening.

"I mean, yeah— the idea sounds gross, but it's not too bad. Haven't you ever tried it?" He finds himself asking, and your eyes widen in disbelief and embarrassment at the sudden question that lingers in the air.

"Well, no, but," your trailed softly, words dying in your throat as you fought to form a statement of defense. The way his gaze bore into you has you squirming against his side, your neck and ears feeling considerably hot to the touch, "The idea just sounds.. gross. And the other person won't get it. They'll just find it offensive and insulting, won't they?"

"Well, everyone has their preferences. So, it's okay to not like it. But, do you want to try it at least? With me," he says, uncertainty in his voice, "Y'know, just to experiment. I promise I brushed my teeth before I came here."

"What— " you nearly choke on your candy-flavored saliva, head snapping painfully quick to asses his face for any sign of mischief. When you found nothing but genuine eyes, you furrow your brows at your best friend, eyes squinting suspiciously. Surely, he was joking, and you were careful to word your thoughts properly to not hurt his feelings, "Well.. it's not that I won't mind. I want to just to say I've tried it and to make sure I know I definitely don't like it but-"

"But?" He drawls out slowly, nearly smiling at the way your nervous gaze flickers from your lap to his face.

"But I just think it's gross," you add lamely. You want to shrink under his gaze, but when he throws his head back in laughter, you suddenly get the urge to pinch his side in retaliation. You don't think it's funny at all.

"Okay, how about this," he starts, hands quickly snatching the packet of pina colada pop rocks from your hand and giving it a playful shake, "Since you're so grossed out, I'll pour all this in my mouth right before. It'll just be like eating candy.. but you'll also get to experience what it feels like to have someone practically eat your face?" Yunho internally groans at his lack of better explanation, and with the way your lips twitch down, he thinks he's made the biggest mistake of his life. Neither of you speak or move for what feels like an eternity. You could not look away from him. You swallow nervously as you realize there is no sign of amusement or playfulness in his usually mischievous eyes, and grew suddenly aware of your close proximity, the feeling of his breath fanning against your cheek suddenly becoming a bit too much for you. You were afraid to harm the friendship you took so long to build with him. He sensed the internal turmoil you were feeling, and he quickly spoke up, "And don't worry- this won't ruin us. I promise. I won't tell anyone about it, not even Mingi."

Your lips form the words before you can properly think them through.

"Alright then. Sounds good to me."

He stares at you momentarily in silence, the gears in his head slowly coming to a halt, before you suddenly settle onto his lap with a quirked brow and a frown. It's then that he suddenly jolts back, shoulders straightening and brows raising up in surprise, as his hands subconsciously reach down to grip your sides.

"Are you going to do it yet?" Your voice emits as a tremulous whisper of uncertainty, and you want to curse yourself for the timid tone. All traces of laughter and amusement were gone from his eyes, sending a shiver down your spine and causing your breath to hitch in your throat.

He roughly rips the packet even more, before dumping the contents all into his mouth, the crystals sticking and clinging onto his wet tongue. You hear the loud sizzle and you lick at your lips without much thought. You're suddenly nervous when he takes your head in between his large hands, bringing your face closer to his own. He starts off with gentle pecks against your tiers, one hand resting gently onto the back of your neck whilst the other is on the side of your face. You're aware of his thumb brushing against your cheek, and your eyes flutter shut on their own accord, as you fall against his chest all soft and compliant to his touches, practically melting in his hold as you revel in his warmth. You felt like you were set ablaze, skin burning where his hands stilled. The temperature difference was even more prominent with the cool breeze blowing in from the ajar window in the back, and when his tongue darts out to lick at the seam of your lips, it feels like your mind short-circuited for a brief second. Subconsciously, you pulled away just millimeters, before the hand on your neck pulled you back in, your lips instinctively parting to allow him access. He brushed his tongue along the ridges of your teeth, before twining it with your own. You feel the grains of rock candy crackling and fizzing against your tongues, a soft whimper escaping your throat as he brushes his candy-coated tongue against yours. You were tense on top of him, frame stiff as you allowed him to lick into your mouth, tasting your essence. The candy in his mouth soon melted against your tongue, leaving only a bright flavor and tingling sensation behind. The kiss turned deeper as you felt his tongue curling against your own languid one, and it continued for another minute or two before the two of you broke apart, panting and practically breathing the same air.

"Well? Was it as bad as you thought?" Yunho struggled to maintain his composure, voice deeper and rougher than before the two of you started.

"I think I need to try again and see," you claim. He reaches up, hands tangling in your hair as he poises his lips over your own, gaze dropping to your tiers that are mere inches from his own. Before you can say more, his mouth lowers instantly, already on your own, and the last bit of the rational little voice of human reason in the back of his mind is silenced. He closes the distance between the two of you, the heady yearning he felt towards you too much for him to handle. If this was the only opportunity he had to taste you, by all means he was going to devour you with no qualms or regrets. You were simply too intoxicating, and he loved it. You lingered on the periphery of his mind like a continuous tune, and the desire he's buried for so long finally rolls over him with the force of a tidal wave. He kisses your lips tenderly, lips firm against your own before he delves his tongue against the seam of your lips and back into your wet cavern, the remnants of the candy gone from his mouth, and in its place a lingering taste of pineapple. You dig your fingers into his tresses, reveling in the feel of his frame against your own as you emit a soft whimper of need into his mouth. Nothing mattered right now but the addicting torture he was inflicting on your senses. He angles your head to give him more room and ease, wet muscle exploring your mouth in languid, intimate strokes, his ministrations assertive and confident as he brushes the pads of his fingers across the sensitive flesh of your throat. His fingers fan out across your collarbones, delicately pressing against your windpipe as he swallows more of your soft mewls.

You were trembling beneath the sensual onslaught of his lips, your fingers tugging at his dark locks as his hands gripped and roamed your legs feverishly, tracing delicate lines up the insides of your bare thighs. You feel the solid ridge of his arousal beneath your rear, and it takes very restraint in you to not grind down against him. He was so warm, and his touches only left trails of fire in their wake. Your hands fall down to caress the firm muscles of his pectorals and broad shoulders, the empty packet of candy falling carelessly onto the floor.

Yunho kissed you like nothing else mattered in the world, and your toes practically curl in response of having him twitch and throb underneath you. His hands are at your hips again, his grip practically bruising as he presses down hard, maneuvering your hips so that you're grinding atop of his hard on. He releases a groan that triggers a throb of white-hot desire within you, and it truly feels like you're robbed of any sensible and coherent thought. His hands roam your backside, exploring and caressing, before gripping and pulling you forward by your hips. His fingers slip beneath the back of your shorts, large hands cupping your rear and holding you in place as he noisily suckles onto your tongue. Your skin felt like heavy, heated satin underneath his touch, and he squeezes your flesh experimentally whilst bucking up against you, the swell of his clothed cock sending a sharp bolt of electricity down your spine. You knew he was big— your wandering eyes knew that much, but to actually feel it pressing against you has you wondering if you'll be able to take his sheer size. The feel of your hips grinding down against his hardening cock sends shockwave after shockwave through his veins. It enflamed him even further. Your mind is reeling as you arch into his hold, arms wrapping around his neck to pull him even closer than you thought possible as you gave a roll of your hips down against the tent in his sweatpants. The pleasure inflames through you, subduing you into a mindless mess.

You never knew this sort of desire existed- so relentlessly unyielding and blinding you of any sense of rationality. His stifled groans only fueled the dark need and desire inside of you. You murmur his name into his mouth, and he wordlessly breaks the kiss to slide his lips along your jaw and down your throat, fleeting kisses leaving embers on your flesh. Your shirt droops down to reveal your shoulder, and taking advantage of the exposed flesh, he leans in to suckle at your collarbone, purposefully leaving mark after mark onto your irritated skin, and causing you to emit a sound between a gasp and a broken moan.

"So," he pants out, lips swollen and glossy with a thin sheen of saliva. His face is flushed and overheated, eyes filled with an insatiable hunger, and you think he looks unbearably desirable. You stare at him as he pulls away, eyes mystified and unfocused as the fog in your head slowly starts to dissipate. Once your head clears momentarily, your ears burn, and you immediately attempt to scoot off of his lap, but his hands are quick to hold you in place. His tongue darts out to lick at his lips before he tugs you closer by the waist, a mischievous glint in his eyes practically making you whimper and melt like putty in his hands, "Do you still think it's as gross as it sounds?" His voice is soft, whispering across your skin like smooth velvet.

"Well," you breathe out, chest heaving as you attempted to regain proper breathing, "It's definitely not as bad as I thought it would be, that's for sure. But, maybe it's because it was with you."

You share a look with him, and you have the many years of knowing him to thank for fully understanding the silent plea that lingers in the air all too blatantly. His gaze drops to your lips and then back up to meet your eyes as you hover your lips over his mouth in silent agreement. You were sure he wanted this just as badly as you did. Your desperate hands pull his face closer as you locked lips for the umpteenth time that night, the faint taste of pina colada lingering on the back of your tongue.

Unnecessary ~ A.L.

A/n: This felt… kind of ooc? Idk. Let me know what y’all think lol. Another request done!!

Request: “…Alec lightwood x male reader where the reader is mundane so they are hunting some monster and the reader offers to be bait but Alec being Alec tells him no but the reader does it anyways and Alec saves him. If you also could put in the phrase “why do you care about me so much” “because I love you idiot” I would love you even more because that shit makes me weak.”

Word Count: 4500+

MASTERLIST

Meeting Clary Fray had brought nothing but issues into Alex’s life.

He had been perfect before she showed up. Pining over his parabatai, but that wasn’t a problem. Jace was oblivious and it was never going to happen. Even if Jace felt the same - which he never would - it wasn’t allowed. Alec knew that was a lost cause. He was prepared to handle that.

He was not prepared to handle Clary’s friends.

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The Teacher

Drabble: none, surprisingly!!

Pairings: Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 1389

Warnings: lots and lots of kissing

"You're sure about this?"

"Well— I... yeah," You were very meek in your answer, as even you weren't very sure yourself. Your face was flushed completely red at the thought of kissing Pietro, or even kissing anyone for that matter. You could basically feel the embarrassment radiating off of you as you looked to the ground, your arms wrapped around your middle as if you were trying to shield yourself from his gaze. Kissing someone just wasn’t something that was on your mind as a child or a teenager, or really even as an adult. But here you were, in your mid-20’s and not having kissed a single human being. You felt embarrassed.

"You don't sound very sure," Pietro let out a small sigh as he took a few slow steps forward. He gently placed his knuckles under your chin to raise your head up, and he gave you a soft smile as he brushed your hair behind your ear, giving him a full view of your beet-red cheeks. "I'm being serious, y/n, if you're not sure then we—

"No! I'm sure." You shook your head immediately in denial. Pietro wasn’t the only person you felt truly comfortable with, so it didn’t take much for you to come out and explain that you had never been kissed before. Though, given your explanation was rushed and a bit awkward, he understood. He offered to teach you almost immediately, a mischievous smirk spreading across his lips. You flushed deeply at the offer, however you didn’t turn away. “It’s okay, I promise.” Your words were once again quiet, but you gave him a strong look of determination as you peered up at him. "Please, Pietro?" You pleaded, trying to give him the best pout you could, despite the uncertainty that seemed to ravage your insides.

Pietro searched your face one last time before finally nodding his head. With another small sigh, he let his forehead fall gently to rest on your own as he breathed out slowly, his hands coming to on your shoulders. "Okay then, but only if your comfortable with it." Pietro wanted nothing more than to make sure that you were comfortable. He wanted to make sure that his touches were soft, that his movements were strong yet still gentle enough to not scare you away, and you could tell.

Pietro hands slowly brushed against your neck before resting gently on the sides of your face, your breath suddenly getting caught in your throat as shivers ran down your spine. His breath fanned across your cheeks and lips as he leaned closer, and almost immediately you squeezed your eyes shut. But as something warm and soft danced against your lips, you couldn’t help but gasp. Pietro made sure to remain gentle, his lips parting yours oh so sweetly in an attempt to make you respond. Your hands gripped the front of his shirt tightly, your shoulders hunched from the tension and anxiety. But his hands were comforting as he pulled you closer.

Pietro’s lips felt warm. They moved slowly, and though you knew that he was merely teaching you how to properly kiss, there was something hidden behind the touch. Before long you were responding to his touches, your fingers slowly moving up to the back of his neck as you twirled his silver hair around your fingers. The actions caused a slight groan to reverberate in the back of his throat, his hands tightening around your body as he pulled you closer. You were shocked to learn you could draw a reaction such as that from the speedster, yet you found yourself drawing closer to him, a newfound courage forming in your stomach.

Pietro’s hands brushed against your shoulders once again, his fingers drawing small circles into your skin before they fell again. His mouth kept yours occupied as he felt your body slowly, his fingers memorizing every curve and dip of your waist and back before he let them rest against your hips. You were caught by surprise when his teeth suddenly pulled against your bottom lip, your eyes snapping opening after a quiet mewl came from your mouth. He pulled away suddenly, his lips pressing a single kiss against your jaw before he quickly grasped your face again.

His fingers itched to hold you, to touch you. But that’s not what you had asked of him. You asked for his lips and his lips only, and yet he still found himself wanting more. But he ignored the burning in his gut for the time being, his eyes locking with yours as your chests heaved for air. “H-how was I?” Your lips were swollen and pink, something that Pietro found himself grinning at.

Your hands were still wrapped around his neck, you palm pressed gently against his head as your fingers gripped his hair. The tingling on your skin felt almost euphoric, but the pull in your gut was the cause of your sudden discomfort. You hadn’t meant for it to happen, but you felt a sudden pull towards the silver-haired Avenger. His lips had felt magical against your own, and you longed for that feeling again as his hands kneaded your soft flesh. His eyes were peering down into yours, clouded and dark as a sudden lust ran through him.

“Perfect.” Pietro’s pressed his forehead to yours. You could tell he felt the sudden pull as well. His hands were vibrating against your skin, his fingers brushing away a few strands of hair behind your ear before he went to cup the back of your neck gently. His movements were oddly slow for someone with his speed, and you almost found yourself whining his name as he brushed his lips teasingly against your own. God, you looked perfect to him, almost enchanting.

“Would you like me to kiss you again, prinţesă?” He purred, watching as you squirmed in his hold. Your eyes were practically begging for him to touch you again, lips moving silently to mouth his name as you longed to feel him against you again. You couldn’t seem to get the words out, your fingers tugging against his hair gently as you nodded in reply. It felt like an eternity before he finally kissed you, his lips crashing against yours in a passionate frenzy as he crushed you against his lean chest. You reacted to his touch immediately, pressing yourself further into his hold as your lips molded together. A growl bubbled in his throat as you rubbed against him, the sound being eaten up by your lips.

It wasn’t long before your back met the wall. You gasped at the feeling, and Pietro took this as a sign to ease his way further into your mouth. His tongue wrestled with yours for a few moments before he pulled away, his eyes glazed over as he looked to your panting figure below him. “Jump.” His lips found themselves against your neck as latched his hands under your butt, his fingers digging into the skin of thighs as your legs went around his sturdy hips. Your lips parted as a moan came from you, your eyes squeezing shut as your body tingled with desire. You failed to notice Pietro had started moving with you in his arms, his lips sending your body into overdrive until you noticed the air around you grow colder.

“W-where are we g-going?”

Your fingers continued to tug on his hair as he worked on your neck, his teeth and tongue making a lethal combo as they heavily marked your neck. You regretted asking the question when he pulled away, your eyes snapping open to look at him when he gave your butt and thigh a squeeze. Pietro’s blue eyes were dark and hazy, a lustful looking swimming in the orbs as he held your body tightly against his. You felt your heart hammer loudly in your chest, desire and need pooling in the pit of your stomach and going lower the longer he looked at you. You wanted him. You wanted him now. And he apparently felt the same.

The devilish smirk on his lips didn’t go unnoticed before he dived down again, his lips this time meeting yours in another feverish kiss as he led you towards the one place he knew you wouldn’t get interrupted. “My room.”

[11:03 PM] you rub the sleep out of your eyes as you pack up your stuff. you were in your university’s library that was open 24-hours and found a new book that just enraptured you for so long that you lost track of time. standing up, you go back through the shelves to put the finished book back where you found it. your small tattoo of a ladybug flashes on your wrist as you turn a corner. in that aisle is another student, the cute guy who tends to work the night shift then show up to your eight a.m. fifteen minutes late with starbucks the next morning. you’re pretty sure his name is mingi

“oh, i can put that back for you,” he offers, probably noticing the way you were standing on your tiptoes and still couldn’t reach the shelf. you couldn’t remember how you even got it down in the first place

“thanks,” you hold it out towards him, feeling a little nervous as this is the first time you’ve actually talked to him

he reaches up and slides it back on the shelf with ease. you don’t even have time to be impressed by his height, as your eyes get caught on where his sleeve falls down to reveal his wrist. with a pretty little ladybug on it

“hey, uhm, mingi, right?” you ask, and he seems surprised that you’re talking to him

“that’s me. you’re y/n, in my eight a.m.?”

“yeah, and also, uhm,” you hold up your wrist, “your soulmate”

a soft but blinding grin spreads across mingi’s face, “so you finally noticed?”

RAVN (Oneus): Fluffy Confession Headcanon College!Au

Anonymus: Hello! Can I request a cute headcannon with Ravn of oneus how he would confess to his best friend and asking her to be his gf? And also can it be college!au? I love you so much💕🍀

A/N: Wow Ravn is loved :) Thus far I´ve gotten three requests regarding him. My heart is SWELLINGGGG!!!! I hope you enjoy this headcanon sweetie! Love you too! <3

Genre: Fluff

Alright BOOM! So here is my first headcanon! (I hope it doesn´t suck too bad)

You and Ravn have known each other since freshman year of high school

He always thought you were a sight to behold

The beauty you held always had his heart skipping a beat (mostly two)

And you weren’t even aware of the power you had

You were humble, dependable, caring, and were BEYOND generous

Sometimes Ravn wished you weren’t so giving due to people taking advantage of you

But you knew when to put your foot down, so Ravn restrained himself

But Jesus Christ did he love to admire you

He felt so blessed to have you in his life

He became friends with you by chance

But now there’s so much more to you two’s relationship now

Well, on Ravn’s side at least

He fell for you (HARD)

He can’t fathom the functionality of the world if he is not within close proximity of you 

Nothing makes sense if you’re not around him

He knew he had to tell you of his feelings

He’s kept his mouth shut for too many years

You guys decided to meet up at your usual downtime hangout: the diner down the street from the university

Ravn came six minutes early than the scheduled time for you to meet up

It was plenty of time for him to get your coffees and grab your usual table

With a toothpick, he carefully wrote on the foam of your cappuccino

His tongue even stuck out from the side of his mouth from how deep he was concentrating

He wanted his confession to be seamless

Right on time, you sauntered in

Ravn’s breath caught in his throat at the sight of you

You glided across the floor when you walked

The sunlight was hitting your face just right

You were absolutely glowing

Once you sat down and got yourself situated you smiled brightly at him, reaching for your caffeinated drink

Before you took a sip, though, you saw it

The heart 

It had you two’s initials in it

You looked up at Ravn questionably; your heartbeat quickened

Ravn couldn’t hide his smile behind his mug

He eyed you with a quirked eyebrow; his heartbeat also quickened

Abruptly, you stood from your seat and walked around the table

Ravn stood; his seat could no longer hold his anticipation

You two stared into each other eyes for a moment

And then you two engulfed each other

Smiling from ear to ear, Ravn held you tightly as he felt your lips against his

This is all he’s ever dreamed of

You returned his feelings

He could finally call you his

Another A/N: I hope you enjoyed it lovely! I feel like it’s a bit lengthy but I’m satisfied with it. Thank you for your request :)<3

Cuddling with Spencer on the Plane

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Genre: Fluffiest fluff ever

Request: Can I get a HC of cuddling with Spencer on the jet after a case. Thank you!!!!

Quinn Speaks: First of all I love this request!! Thank you so much for sending it in <3

So it started off pretty innocent with it being a late night after a tiring case

You sat next to Spencer on the way home and as much as you tried to stay up, you ending up falling asleep on his shoulder

Just kinda leaning on it with your face smushed up against him 

He kinda was freaking out and looked to JJ and Derek who were sitting across from you guys

They just kinda laughed and JJ told him not to move until you woke up and Derek kinda just teased him as he kept blushing

He didn’t move and just kinda watched you as you slept thinking to himself how peaceful you looked with your cheeks flushed lightly and mouth parted and your eyelashes were fluttering every now and then and how kissable your lips looked

It wasn’t until you all hit a spot of turbulence and it jolted you awake and Spencer was knocked out of his trance

You didn’t realize that you had been leaning on Spencer and just wondering why his cheeks were so pink 

Turning away you went to sleep and Spencer kinda missed you just leaning on him but didn’t think to much of it

That was until it happened again about a month later

You had ended up tackling and unsub after chasing him through a busy city and it had been tolling on you 

So as soon as you sat down on the jet you knocked out

Spencer took his normal seat next to you 

Soon after liftoff everyone had the same idea as you and the team began to drift off to sleep

You unconsciously moved closer to Spencer and ending up leaning you head on his shoulder again

In his sleep he wrapped an arm around you and rested his head on top of yours

Emily woke up first and saw this and couldn’t resist taking a one or a few photo

Everyone else woke up soon after Emily except you and the doctor

JJ thought it was very cute, Morgan took photos like Emily had done, Hotch had secretly been hoping you 2 would get together and the thought made the man smile, Rossi made sure to mentally note this as another chapter in his autobiography

You woke up first and felt Spencer clinging onto you and looked to Emily for guidance as she just snickered and you grew more nervous

You had a crush on the slightly older man for some time now and this situation you were in right now didn’t help your feelings one bit

You stayed like this until the pilot announced they would be touching down

Spencer woke up and stretched out as you pretended to be sleeping still 

Spencer had a small frown on his face as he thought that you hadn’t grabbed him in your sleep like you did last time

He shook off the feeling and ‘woke you up’ as the plane landed and everyone was on their way home

The next time it was totally on purpose

Spencer had a hard time with the case you had gotten back from as he related to most of the victims as they had been bullied in high school

Everyone was cautious around him and didn’t bother him on the way back home

Instead of sitting in his normal spot next to you, he sat upright on the couch and had a tired and blank look on his face

Everyone had fallen asleep except you and him

You felt as if you had to look after him

You made your way over to the coffee machine and made two cups of hot water as you put a tea bag into each of them

You walked over to him and placed the teas in the cup holders next to you

Spencer didn’t say anything for a while and you didn’t push him to tell you anything either

You both sat in silence and you occasionally took sips from your tea

He finally turned to you and spoke in a hushed voice

He ranted on about how he should saved them and that he could’ve done better

Then he asked you something

Something that you never thought the man would want from you

A hug

You nodded and opened your arms as he rushed into them and started quietly sobbing on your shoulder

You held him tight and rubbed his back sweetly as you felt you shirt getting damp

Soon Spencer was worn out and just clinging to you

You peeled away and saw his eye were droopy so you pushed him down lightly so he was laying on the couch 

Grabbing a blanket and laying it over him and as you were walking away you felt him hand pull on yours

“Stay,” he whispered and you did just that

He moved over so that you could hold him as his head rested on your shoulder and his arms wrapped around you 

You cupped his cheek with one hand and traced his features as well as playing with his hair 

You both fell asleep quickly and the team said nothing when you all woke up, not wanting to bother Spencer

After that it came natural for you and Spencer to cuddle up to each other after cases 

“It’s just comfy,” you or Spencer would defend when the team asked you about it along with the classic, “we’re just friends!”

Both of you would blush and pretend to get back to whatever you were supposedly doing before

Then Spencer and you would grab dinner after cases or sneaking into each other’s hotel rooms on away cases to cuddle thinking the team didn’t notice they did or sit next to each other every place you went

The team was sick of it 

They devised a plan that couldn’t fail

On the next plane ride home, Morgan would sit next to you and pretend to fall asleep on you 

It worked

Spencer practically had smoke coming from his ears when he entered the plane and saw the Derek Morgan sat next to you, in his spot

His spot!!

As the flight went on Derek ‘fell asleep’ and even wrapped a hand around your waist

He hugged you multiple times before as well as saving your butt and vice versa so you didn’t really mind

Spencer did

Oh man did he mind

If looks could kill, Derek would be six feet underground

JJ and Emily stifled their giggles and Hotch hid his smile as Rossi was able to pretend to look over the case

Spencer could’ve swore that he saw Morgan’s signature smirk grace his face a couple times

When the plane landed Derek let go and everyone left the plane and packed up

Spencer pulled you aside when getting into the SUV’s 

He admitted to his crush and that he often sleeps better with you around and never gets nightmares and if you didn’t feel the same it was totally fine and-

Bam!

You kissed him and successfully stopped his rambling

Pulling away slowly you started to apologize until he dropped his bags and pulled you face closer to his

He did the Spencer Kiss TM

Full face grab, super aggressive, and very passionate

Cheers were coming from nearby and when you two pulled away with swollen lips the team had smiles on their faces

Derek explained the plan and Spencer blushed as they teased him

JJ, Emily, Derek, and Rossi handed over 20 bucks to Hotch who smiled widely

“We were betting on you,” Emily explained, “Hotch bet Reid would make the first move but you would initiate the kiss.”

You giggled as Spencer just blushed further

From then on they would tease you two, but were so very happy for the both of you

Like maybe they both are in love but didn't confess yet and reader holds her after the case and tells everything, they both cry but are happy at the end

I just want a whole damn fanfic about fem!reader kissing Emily Prentiss in bar to get homophobic unsub

Is that to much to ask?

the seat next to his | seonghwa

— TYPE: college!au, fluff, requested

— WORD COUNT: 2.5k

— SYNOPSIS: you’ve had the biggest crush on your friend seonghwa, and either he was oblivious and only saw you as a friend, or he was really good at hiding his truest feelings.

— MESSAGE: hello!! im really enjoying your ateez scenarios!! could i request maybe a college ateez scenario? any member is fine but… maybe seonghwa?? i’m sorry if this is too vague!! keep up the good work!

— AUTHOR’S MESSAGE: thank you so much for requesting this omg i like college aus a lot!! i’m deff gon write seonghwa just cause you said “maybe seonghwa”heheheheheh AND THANK YOU FOR ENJOYING MY SCENARIOS!!!

the first day of university was going better than you anticipated it to be. you were in your fourth class of the day, nearly done and you wanted to go home and rest. while the day was going well, it was slowly wearing you down minute by minute. but if, you thought, you could survive the first year of university, you can survive the second one.

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undercover -> e. prentiss

pairing: emily prentiss x reader

request: based of this request

word count: 822 words

warnings: fluff, slight angst, mentions of homophobia 

authors note: sorry for any spelling mistakes!

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You had been apart of the team for the past three years and during those years you’ve grown close to each member. However, there was someone you grew more close to than the rest of the team. You developed feelings for Emily. It was no secret to everyone else that you and Emily had a crush on each other. The only ones who didn’t know were you and Emily.

She was your best friend and you were hers and maybe that’s why both of you never dared to speak of your deeper feelings towards one another. You didn’t want to lose her and she didn’t want to lose you.

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Machetes and Near Death Experiences (A Steve Harrington x Reader imagine)

Words: 5286

Summary: Being a babysitter for the Party requires a full set of abilities. Battling inter-dimensional monsters, being a machete swinging pro and managing a bunch of dorks with a penchant for attracting danger being just a few. Add Steve Harrington to the mix and things get a lot more interesting.

Warnings: swearing, violence, Dustin being a sassy cutie

  Disclaimer: I don’t own Stranger Things or any of its characters. This is merely me turning my wishful thinking into reader insert imagines. GIF credits to the owner.

“Harrington?”

No answer.

“Harrington, what do you think you’re doing?”

Still no reply.

“Hey this ain’t funny, dammit!”

You weaved a frustrated hand through your hair as you watched the former King of Hawkins High leave the safe haven of the boarded bus in a bid to ‘expand the menu’ as Dustin put it. “Stay here and whatever you do, don’t open the door unless I tell you to.” You ordered the kids in a no nonsense manner and they merely nodded. They knew you enough from previous babysitting sessions to not mess with your instructions. Gripping your machete tightly, you followed the low growling that was slowly filling the night air. “Y/N what are you doing here? It’s not safe…” “Exactly asshole, you need someone to watch your back here. I won’t let you turn this into a suicide mission”, you answered as a demo-dog entered your field of vision. Steve took its jump head-on, the baseball bat landing with a sickening crunch. “That was easier than I had…” another snarl interrupted his sentence as more beasts appeared out of the fog. “3’O clock! 3’O clock!” Lucas shouted and all Steve could do was utter a low “fuck”, as another beast jumped on you both. Snarling with razor sharp teeth, its face opened up in a macabre parody of a flower. Pushing Steve out of the way you swung the machete in an upward motion, slicing half of the petalled horror clean off. You had known this Upside Down shit was no laughing matter when you encountered it last year while babysitting the boys. Keeping El a secret had been a bitch but you had managed, somehow. So the Party knew they could trust to be handy when things started getting strange again. You were no telekinetic Mage like El but you could slash your way through with a machete alright. It was no surprise really, when Dustin showed up at your house with Harrington no less (that pairing had been odd but who were you to judge), asking for your help regarding certain ‘pet’ problems. Turns out, pesky pets were actually demogorgon hounds masquerading as slugs. Code red could have justified one demo-dog, what you weren’t prepared for were a dozen more menaces appearing out of nowhere. “I thought you said there was only one!” you screamed as Steve rolled off the hood of a rusting car, kicking off another demo-dog. Too many. There were too many to hold off. “Steve! Y/N! Abort! Abort! Abort!” Dustin shouted and you guys didn’t need more incentive to abandon a plan which had been foolhardy from the very beginning. The door was thrown open on your shouts and quickly slammed shut just as one of them lunged at the bus, crashing on the door and sliding down. A thrashing limb tried to get in and you heaved the machete, putting your strength behind the swing as you repeatedly clobbered it until it slinked right out. Steve readied his nail ridden bat and you huddled the kids behind you, switching the machete to your other hand. “You think they can bust through the door?” a loud thud echoed off the roof, answering your question. “Shit!” This was followed by a scream from Max the one closest to the ladder, when a demo-dog reared its ugly head through the roof. Steve pushed her towards you and landed a solid hit with the bat. But more kept coming, making him retreat towards you. He clutched your hand blindly, tightening his grip once he found it as if saying a silent goodbye and you started fearing the worst. You hoped you could at least shield the kids before they took you down, when the monsters suddenly withdrew. All of them. With Harrington in the lead, you gingerly opened the door and stepped out to investigate. The coast seemed clear for the time being. “What happened? Lucas asked. “Steve scared’em off? Dustin sounded hopeful. “No. No way”, he replied, “They are going somewhere.” Steve pointedly stared in the distance before shaking his head and looking at you, checking for any signs of injuries. “You okay?” you gave a small nod. “You?” “Peachy”, he answered. Sighing in relief, you took a step towards him. His expression softened on seeing your approach and he was about to say something when you interrupted it by hitting him on the arm. “OW! What the…” Another hit, this time harder. “THAT HURTS!” “It was MEANT TO!” you screamed, huffing loudly at his stupidity. Sighing, you said in a deathly calm voice, “You dare try another heroic stunt like that again Harrington and I won’t just use my fists next time”, you brandished the machete in his face. Steve put up his hands in surrender, nodding in awe. “She’s so cool!” Dustin exclaimed, earning a weird look from Lucas and Max. “Okay. What do we do next?” Lucas asked, finally letting go of Max’s hand. “We need to find out where they went. If they were called back, maybe we can find the source of it and come up with a plan on how to deal with them”, you replied, wiping the machete with your hand, trying to get the blood off. Steve stared at you for a bit longer than necessary, absentmindedly answering, “Yeah, yeah you’re right.” You trudged up ahead with Max and Lucas as Steve and Dustin brought up the rear. Following the sounds that echoed off in the distance was your best bet. More like, your only lead. “Dude, did you see how she swung that machete at the demo-dog? That was pure art in motion!” Unknown to you Dustin raved on, repeating the same movements, swinging with an imaginary weapon albeit much more clumsily, stumbling in the process. “Watch your steps, Henderson.” Steve warned. But he couldn’t have agreed more as his gaze unwittingly watched your shadowy figure walk with an arm slung over Max and Lucas’ shoulders, the machete tucked at your waist, its blade glinting under your plaid shirt. He had been expecting that darn monster to be sweepingly fast but he hadn’t been prepared to face a dozen salivating horrors. He would never admit it out loud but never had a woman looked more attractive than you swinging your machete to slice off inter-dimensional creatures. Dustin noticed his gaze on you and chuckled, “You getting sappy, Steve?” Snapping out of his daze, Steve replied, “Shut your trap, dipshit.” He hadn’t expected to be attracted to someone so soon after what happened with Nancy. Let alone start falling so fast and so hard. It made him wonder whether what he had felt for her was love to begin with. It had been all fuzzy butterflies and tumultuous emotions with Nancy, more feelings than actual understanding. Whereas with you, he got a sense that everything was much more real, as if he could never be more grounded and aware than when he was with you. He had been swept away by Nancy’s perfection, failing to see the cracks that had developed in that facade over time. On the other hand, he was awed by your ability to transform imperfections. You owned them as if they were worthy laurels to be worn with a head held high. But all this over thinking was in vain. There was nothing between you and him, he mused, and it never would be. Even though a part of him hoped otherwise. After all, you were Y/N L/N, a machete swinging, protective badass in plaid. You didn’t do sappy nonsense like romance. Right?

Steve couldn’t have been more wrong. You crouched in a corner of the Byers’ living room wondering what exactly you had gotten yourself into. Bob Newby’s death had come as a shock to all of you. You had interacted with him twice or thrice while babysitting Will and he was one of the nicest people you knew. Slightly weird but nice. You couldn’t come to terms with how someone so good could be with you one moment and gone the next. Your gaze slid over to Steve Harrington as he sat with the boys, a sombre silence blanketing the room. With his perfect hair, kind eyes and warm smiles that brightened even your sulky mood, that beautiful bastard had managed to worm his way into your heart. God! You had hated the way your stomach became all tingly when he had clutched your hand and hovered protectively in front of you, braving the onslaught of a dozen demo-dogs. Brave and stupid nonetheless, but it was the thought that counts, right? You watched as Max sat next to you onto the floor. “Hey” you murmured. She had been taking all this surprisingly well considering she didn’t have as much time to adjust as you had. “Hey. You think this will work?” she gestured vaguely at the scattered papers on the table, ‘close gate’ scrawled across one of them. You merely shrugged, “It’s as good a plan as any. If there’s anyone who could beat that Mind Flayer, it would be El.” An awkward silence grew at the mention of Eleven. Not wanting it to continue, you asked, “You okay?” she muttered something under her breath. “What?” “I said, Eleven probably hates me.” You smiled at that and shook your head, “Nah, I doubt it.” She furrowed her brows, “How can you be so sure?” “Well, for one, I literally had to keep these idiots out of danger last year”, you gestured to where Mike, Lucas and Dustin were sitting. “Also, think about it. She was the only girl among them and then she had to leave these dorks for the longest time, only to find you amongst them. Maybe all she’s feeling is insecure, worried that you will replace her.” “But I’m not even part of the party. Mike specifically said so”, she mumbled the last part. “Oh don’t take him to heart. He’s just been miserable without El, missing her for so long. He’s been in a crappy mood with every one of us.” You gave her hand a small squeeze, “They’ll be fine, trust me. Just give them time.” Max pondered over your words before giving you a toothy grin. “Thanks Y/N! Dustin was right, you are pretty cool.” “Don’t you mean pretty and cool?” you looked up to see Steve hunching over you both, obviously having heard your conversation. “Was that a lame attempt at flirting, Harrington?” you smirked, though you had to admit you were pleased on the inside. “Really? Is that the best you can do, man? I thought you could do better than this!” Dustin complained from his place on the couch. Pink dusted Steve’s cheeks as he placed the dish cloth he had been holding on his shoulder. “Hey. Hey. Hey. Don’t sass me you little shits. Let’s clean up this mess. Better than sitting in one place and just waiting for them to come back.” Everyone got up one by one, ready to clear up. Steve offered you a hand as you were about to get up and when you took it, a small smile bloomed on his face. “You are good with this,” he said, pulling you to your feet. “What do you mean?” his touch lingered on your hand as if not wanting to let go. Or was it just something you had imagined? “With Max. With the kids. You’re good with handling them, considering all this.” You found a smile tugging at your lips. Steve intertwined his fingers with yours and you found that you didn’t mind it at all. His smooth fingers filled the gaps between your calloused ones perfectly. “Yeah? You aren’t half bad, Harrington.” “Half bad?” he sounded affronted. “I’m a pretty damn good babysitter!!” Your laughter rang out through the room at that and unlike other girls (he had to admit you were unlike any other girl he had ever met), who giggled or gave high pitched squeals, this was a throaty laugh, rich in timbre and echoing from the heart. Steve found himself mesmerized by the sound. He wanted to hear more of it and above all, he wanted to be the reason for causing it. “Okay, if you two love birds are done canoodling and giggling, can we do some actual work here? Steve, need your help with somethin’.” Steve reluctantly let go of your hand, cursing under his breath about burying Dustin with some unwanted demo-dog bodies. You proceeded to clean up the shattered glass along with Max, noticing for the first time how restlessly Mike had been pacing the whole time. “Mike, would you just stop already?” Lucas tried to reason. “You weren’t there, okay Lucas? That lab is swarming with hundreds of those dogs!” Mike argued. “Demo-dogs!” Dustin corrected from the kitchen. “The chief said he’ll take care of it!” Lucas bit back, exasperated at Mike’s behaviour. Steve tried to simmer down the argument in his own misguided way, using ball game jargon. Mike was visibly irritated and voiced it out aloud, “Okay. First of all, this isn’t one of your stupid sports games and secondly, we aren’t even in the game. We are on the bench!” Steve sputtered out, “So- so my point…is…” you held your head in your hands, this was getting ridiculous. “Right, yeah, we are on the bench, so, uh, there’s nothing we can do.” He again placed the dish cloth on his shoulder. “That’s not entirely true”, you looked at Dustin, intrigued as he spoke about how the demo-dogs had a hive mind, basically connected to the Mind Flayer and if they were called back, the lab would be obstruction free for Eleven to close the gate. “Yeah, and then we all die!” Steve exclaimed. “Well, that’s one way of looking at it.” Despite yourself you chuckled, earning a grin from Dustin and a glare from Steve. ‘Sorry’ you mouthed at him. Mike started off about distracting the dogs by setting the hub of the tunnel on fire and the rest of them were pumped about the idea, completely ignoring you and Steve. “Hey.” They ignore him again. “Hey! Hey!” This had gone on long enough. You gave out a shrill, piercing whistle calling their attention to you. Silence fell in the room and all pair of eyes were trained on you, “I believe Harrington wants to say something.” “Thank you Y/N for that kindly interruption. This”, he pointed at them, “is not happening.” “But…” “No buts. We promised that we’d keep you shitheads safe, and that’s exactly what we plan on doing. We’re staying here. On the bench. And we’re waiting for the starting team to do their job. Does everybody understand? This isn’t a stupid sports game.” Steve paused. “I said does everybody understand? I need a yes.” “We should ask Y/N for her take on this. She can’t be agreeing with him” Dustin proposed, pointing at Steve as if he hadn’t said a single word. “Why are you even asking this? WE”, Steve waved a hand between you two, “are together on this!” “Oh shut it Harrington, we are asking for her opinion not your relationship status.” Steve sputtered incoherently at that. “Yeah, Y/N gets a say. She’s senior sitter, her vote carries more power than your’s.” Mike spoke up. You had been listening to this exchange with mounting annoyance. “Hey shitheads, stop talking about me as if I’m not even here. And that includes you as well Harrington!” you pointed at him with a ticked off expression on your face. You continued, “They aren’t completely wrong…” “Please don’t be actually considering this…” Steve begged. “All I’m saying…” the sounds of an engine revving loudly interrupted you. Max scrambled to the window, fear evident on her face. “It’s my brother. He can’t know I’m here. He’ll kill me. He’ll kill us.” She looked at you and Steve, just as you both recognised the person to whom the car belonged to. Steve exclaimed, “You are Billy Hargrove’s sister?!” she nodded. You frowned as you motioned to follow him outside. “Y/N stay here.” “If you think I’ll let you go suicide squad again…” “They’ll need someone tough if things go wrong”, he jerked his heads towards the kids.

That was your first mistake. Letting him go out there alone to face that savage Neanderthal named Billy fucking Hargrove. You just wished that King Steve wouldn’t be dethroned by the new Keg King in a fist fight as well. You noticed too late that the kids were crowding in the window when they were supposed to hide. Suddenly they ducked. “Did he see us?” Dustin asked. You closed your eyes and took in a deep breath. This was turning into one hell of a night. You shuffled them into the kitchen and prepared yourself for what was about to come. The door was kicked open with force, as Billy strutted into the room. “Well, well, well. Y/N L/N and Lucas Sinclair, what a surprise.” He looked at you and then at Lucas behind you with a manic glint in his eyes.

“Hargrove, you need to leave this house. Now.” He merely laughed. “Step aside L/N this doesn’t concern you.” He merely laughed. “Step aside L/N this doesn’t concern you.” “Like hell it doesn’t. You stay away from my kids, you understand?” You kept a hand on your machete, prepared for the worst case scenario. He snorted, “Did you and Harrington decide to take the next step and start adopting kids? If so, leave that bitch alone. ‘Cause I ain’t leaving this house without my sister.” “And I ain’t leaving Max with an asshole of a brother.” That was your second mistake of the night. Your sass was going to get you killed one day. Well, who cares, Hargrove had it coming anyway. He laughed out loud as if you had cracked a really funny joke but the mirth didn’t reach his crazed eyes. With a shout he rushed towards you. You whipped out the machete and hit his head with its handle in a bid to throw him off course. The leather grip and your force dealt a sizeable welt to the side of his head. He grunted with the blow but took you down nonetheless. The machete slid out of your grip and fell too far from your reach. Well, shit. The kids were shouting out loudly, telling him to leave you alone but all you could stare at were the eyes of Billy Hargrove as he grabbed your head and struck it against the floor. The pain thundered through your skull, dark spots danced across your vision and all sound turned into white noise. He didn’t give you a moment’s respite, grabbing you by the throat. You were hoisted momentarily in the air before being pushed against the wall. A groan escaped your lips when he choked you, “You should learn to keep that smart mouth of yours closed Y/N, never know who could rip it off.” You crumpled to the floor as he let you go and approached Lucas, slamming him into a wall cabinet with threats of dire consequences on his lips. Had it been somebody else they would have shit their pants. Not Lucas Sinclair. On being threatened, he kneed Billy in the groin. Despite being dazed and disoriented, you were a proud parent. “You are so dead”, the mullet wearing bastard threatened him again before Steve interrupted his tirade, “No. You are.” You were thankful for that as he seemed to have an upper hand in beating Billy out of the house. That was until you saw Steve being clobbered on the head with a plate and subsequently pulverised to a bloody pulp. The white noise was slowly turning into a dull buzz as you stumbled to your feet and approached the pair. “Hey asshole, stay away from my guy!” Billy looked up in time to see your fist rushing to meet his face. Muttering profanities he grabbed you again and returned the favour. You could have dodged that punch, but all you did was smile at the pain, feeling the bruise already blossoming on your jaw. Confused at your reactions, he cursed as the needle pricked his neck. Max had needed a distraction to plunge the syringe, so you gave her one. You left her to threaten Billy with dire consequences, with liberal use of Steve’s bat of course. You crawled towards him, watching King Steve in all his glory, knocked out cold with a bloodied face. God, he had had the daylights punched out of him. Your head pounded and you had a feeling that you were no better than him, though minus a split lip and a slowly blackening eye. You watched Billy promise Max to leave all of you alone and then slump into unconsciousness. They all looked at you as you chuckled, wondering if you had become deranged from his hits. “Did he knock something loose in your head?” Mike wondered out loud. “Nah, I was just thinking that I trained you kids well.” They all grinned at that. You managed to scrap together a few colourful band aids and carefully placed them on Steve’s injuries. That would have to do for the mean time.

Once you reached Billy’s car, you and Dustin somehow squashed Steve on the backseat. You were overcome by a wave of nausea and swayed on your feet. Most likely a concussion, you mused. “Max can you drive? If I attempt to do that in my state, I’ll probably ram it into a ditch.” That was how you found yourselves racing towards the hole Hopper had dug, Max swerving and accelerating at dangerous speeds.

Just as you started thinking that maybe this had been a bad idea, Steve groggily woke up. “Y/N?” he asked Dustin. “I’m here Steve.” He looked at you, before nuzzling into your side. “You look nice.” He felt your chuckle vibrate through his side, if he moved any further, he would be practically in your lap. “Speak for yourself Harrington.” A moment of silence passed before he asked, “Wait did you just call me Steve?” You turned your head to look out of the window, your cheeks flaming red. “What? No! I think you’re still too dazed to think straight.” “Wait, if you are sitting here. Then who’s driving?” His gaze shifted to Max and a chant of ‘Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!’ started. Frankly you don’t really know how you reached where you needed to be. Suffice to say, it involved a lot of shouting, a lot of cursing, one hyperventilating Steve and a smashed mail box. By the end of the ride, you and Steve were clutching each other for dear life.

“I told you, zoomer.” Max said proudly, once you rushed out of the car never more grateful for solid ground. “Guys? Hey guys?” Steve shouted at the kids as they started taking out bandanas and goggles from the boot, ‘protection’ you had insisted would be required if you were to go through with this. You mumbled your thanks to Dustin as he handed you your pair. “Y/N you should be siding with me on this! We aren’t going down that hole! This ends now!” You stared at the ground for a moment before saying, “They are right, you know. I can’t sit there waiting for others to do things knowing I could have done something to help El and Hopper out. And anything goes, even crawling into a slime infested Upside Down tunnel trying to lure flesh eating demo-dogs if that means we can shut this shit down for good.” “You really have a way with words, you know?” Dustin said while giving Steve his protective gear, “Steve, you are upset. I get it. But the bottom line is a party member requires assistance, and it is our duty to provide that assistance. Now I know you promised Nance that you would keep us safe. So keep us safe.” He handed him his bat and your machete was thrust into your hands. Steve sighed and took his trusty bat after you gave him a nod. Getting down the hole hadn’t been difficult. Once you landed, the sight that greeted you was hardly scenic. The floating dust particles, the slime lathered pulsing tunnel and the chilly air gave you eerie vibes. It seemed like a piece of hell had been recreated in Hawkins. “Holy shit”, Steve exclaimed. “Pretty cosy, right?” you replied sardonically as the party looked around. “Yeah. I’m pretty sure it’s this way.” Mike shined the torch on the crude map of the tunnels you had drawn. You were glad that Steve stopped Mike and took the lead; these little shits could go running blindly into danger and not even know it. Bringing up the back, you swung the machete in your hand hoping that the demo-dogs would at least let you reach the hub and not make any surprise appearances. Getting there had been fairly incident free if you overlooked a minor hiccup (Dustin being spewed with otherworldly vomit could be considered that, in the grand scheme of things) and before you knew it, you were dousing the hub with all the inflammable liquid you could get your hands on from the Byers’ household. With everyone calling out that they were ready, Steve took out the lighter and flung it into the darkness whilst muttering, “I’m in such deep shit.” For the rest of your life, you would remember how the small flame sailed through the air, almost in slow motion, before landing on the floor and lighting up the room like a bonfire taking to dry wood. Nothing could be more horrifyingly beautiful than an inferno of flames engulfing the slimy tendrils that started screeching on being burnt. “Go, go, go, go, go”, Steve yelled snapping you out of your daze when he pulled you together with him. You quickly ran ahead of the boys, taking the machete out of its place at your waist. Was this how Vikings felt when they launched surprise attacks on enemies? Well, they probably didn’t have someone like Steve Harrington shouting, ‘oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!’ throughout the escape but you wouldn’t have liked it any other way. The euphoria of having burnt an evil shadow monster’s lair pumped through your veins, the frigid air rushing past your party as you ran through the winding tunnels.

That was until Mike’s cries for help brought you to a screeching halt. You changed directions, running back to see him being dragged by the vines. Lucas, Dustin and Max reached him first and tried to pull him out of the vine’s clutches. “Stand back!” Steve swung the bat at it once, twice. You delivered the third blow, cutting it clean from his foot as the shrieking critter gave a few dying wails before flopping lifelessly. You were hoping that that would be the end of your problems. You should have known better. A hungry growl diverted your attention from checking if Mike was hurt and the hair on the back of your arms stood up. A demo-dog stood in front of you in all its slimy, many toothed glory. You made a move to go full Viking on it just as Dustin called out, “Dart?” This was the thing that had been mistaken for a pet?? You lowered the machete as Steve tried to pull him back but he just shushed you guys. You tried to call him back, “Trust me on this!” he replied and you lapsed into silence. Your eyebrows rose up in disbelief as Dustin talked with the creature as if it were a beloved dog returning to its master. You were fairly sure your brows had disappeared into your hairline by the time he had managed to calm the demo-dog with nougat bars and waved you guys to move forward. This night was breaking all previous charts of trippy events but stranger things had been known to happen. You swiftly moved on ahead but a loud rumble shook the ground, tripping you and the others. “What was that?” Max asked. “They are coming. Run. RUN!” Mike shouted from the rear. You all ran like your lives depended upon it as growls echoed deeply from the tunnels, sounding closer and closer as you approached the rope. “There! Let’s go. Go. Go. Go.” Steve steadied the dangling rope while you hoisted Max up and urged them to climb up ahead one by one. You were about to follow Dustin as he was helped up by Lucas and Mike when the growls echoed too closely for your comfort. “Shit” you muttered. Hordes of demo-dogs rounded the corner and filled the tunnel, piling over one another in their haste to reach you. It was too late, you could never make it out in time. This was the end, this was how you would die. At least you both had got all the kids out safely. Your fist gripped the machete tightly, readying it for one last swing. Steve looked at you and gave a solemn nod. You held his gaze and a silent understanding passed between you. Whatever may happen, you would go down fighting. You saw the distance between them and you diminishing at an alarming rate. Running at you at full throttle, closing in on you, faster and faster…. And just continuing on as if you were invisible. Completely ignoring your presence, they roughly brushed past you, almost knocking you off balance. Did they not see that there were two prime steaks standing smack dab in their midst? Steve pulled you in his arms as the tide of demo-dogs made its way around you, disappearing around the corner heading god knew where. As you clutched onto him for dear life, your mind finally registered that you had nearly died just then. You stared at him, not comprehending that the ordeal was at long last over. He gazed right back, holding on equally tightly. As if letting you go would make the monsters come back. As if being nearly run down by literal hell hounds had finally opened his eyes and he was seeing you for the first time. You gave a hysterical laugh and flung yourself into Steve as he buried his head in the crook of your neck, clutching your waist even more tightly than before. You both stayed like that for what seemed like eternity before being interrupted by Dustin. “Guys? Guys, I know it’s literally the end of the world but can you have your lovey-dovey moment after you are safe and out of that hell hole?” You sprang apart at that and let go of each other. Blushing the shade of ripe tomatoes, you climbed up the rope. Once you reached above ground, you slipped your hand into Steve’s, took off the bandana & goggles and gave him a dazzling smile. The headlights burnt bright like two miniature suns, signalling that El had managed to close the gate. He looked at you then, with the fading light reflecting off your sweat and grime stained face. You looked as bone tired as he felt, hair greasy and all over the place. There was a purplish bruise on your jaw that was darkening with every passing minute (Hargrove was going to be so dead once he was done with him). Nobody had looked more beautiful in his eyes. In that moment, Steve Harrington thought that if the end of the world meant you would look at him with such adoring eyes, may be facing ravaging demo-dogs and enduring near death experiences wasn’t that bad of a deal after all.  

A/N: My first Steve Harrington imagine! Not exactly sure how this turned out. Please excuse any typos that may have crept in. I love Mom Steve, if you didn’t notice. I react to feedback the way Dart acts with Nougat. ❤ ~mystical reading nerd.