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Prologue: I can do a lot in 15 minutes... out now!
to be continued
❀ Finn Wolfhard x famous!OC
OCD things that you don't hear about:
episodes of paranoia, delusions, and dissociation
cyclical thoughts/spirals
magical thinking
episodes that can be very similar to psychosis or mania
attributing human emotions to inanimate objects
dermatillomania and trichotillomania
false sensations (like bugs crawling on skin)
paying way too much attention to very small things
physical health issues caused by compulsions
symptoms that are "problematic" (doing things that are considered "wasteful", needing reassurance or validation from others...)
extreme, deep, dreadful fear of things that can't truly be explained
disconnect between emotional and cognitive/logical responses or thoughts
contamination fears
problems with addiction and dopamine regulation
other people trying to force exposure therapy onto you without your consent and it making your anxiety way worse
list making
DUDEEEEE i am SO OBSESSED WITH UR WRITING im trying so hard not to spam like 💔💔
i had a pretty epic idea, charlie accidentally eating a box of aphrodisiac chocolates that schlatt was saving/ maybe gave him for a prank??? and anyway charlie freaks out and you genuinely want to help him calm down but it’s taking everything in him to not push u against the nearest wall.. which he does
this thought has been plaguing my mind for centuries
THIS WILL BE GETTING THE COMMUNITY WET
IT IS OKAY TO SPAM LIKE (a follow would be nice while you’re there. (◍•ᴗ•◍))🙏🙏
-`✮´- lower case implied
“hey, hey charlie. c’mere,” schlatt ushers to him. charlie looks over at schlatt, who’s currently streaming. he was just passionately talking to you about pokemon, hands waving, his movements all exaggerated.
schlatt had a good mouthful of something, he calls over again, “yeah, come over here. leave er’ alone for a sec.” whatever he had in his mouth was close to spilling out so he cupped a hand under his chin.
charlie gets closer, chat blowing up at his presence. “hey charlie, try this.” he gives charlie a good handful of heart shaped chocolates. he looks at them, inspecting their shape and wondering where they came from.
“what are these?” he laughs, looking for the container they might’ve came in. “what are these, what the hell? and why do you have like twenty in your mouth?”
schlatt laughs, trying to close his mouth around the chocolates. to save me some time, im just going to make it like he’s talking normally. he responds to charlie, “fuckin’ just put em’ all in your mouth. c’mon.”
charlie laughs, “what the fuck. what is this chat?” he asks, holding one of the chocolates up to the camera.
“no—, nothing. it’s nothing!” he has charlie sit down. “just do it, pussy. i did it!”
charlie hesitates a moment. he bites his lip, he looks over to you and sees you laughing, knowing you’re getting a kick out of this. he takes a handful of them into his mouth and it quickly becomes a race to see who can finish them the fastest.
nobody but schlatt and the chat had any idea that the chocolates that charlie had were aphrodisiacs. meanwhile schlatt just had lindts. charlie gagged at the last few, didn’t spit them out but went and drank a reaaaaall big glass of water.
“hey, go check up on him.” schlatt, coughs, spitting some chocolate out into the bin under his desk. you get up and reluctantly follow. you check up on him. you padded into the kitchen softly and spoke, “you okay?” holding back a giggle.
“yeah, yeah. i’m fine. i won.” he flashes a pretty smile.
thirty minutes later, you and charlie were sitting on the couch watching some stupid fucking movie that ted gave you on dvd. he keeps shifting his hips and moving, it was driving you crazy because no matter how he would sit, ten seconds later he would get all antsy.
“charlie quit moving.” you huff, sitting a bit away. he flashes a sheepish smile.
“ugh, i just can’t get comfortable on this couch.” he lied through his teeth. the couch was quite soft and comfortable. but paired with a dull, throbbing ache between your thighs, it started to get annoying.
you sat up and went to go grab something, charlie followed, unbeknownst to you. he grabs your hips, his fingers dig into your plushy hips. (fucking HANDLES) his thick arms then wrap around your waist entirely. “fuck, m’ sorry. i’m sorry, baby.”
“ah- charlie, what? baby? what’s gotten into— oh.” you seen a box with sensual looking packaging. it says fucking ‘SEX chocolates’.
charlie presses firm, desperate kisses to the curve of your neck, alternating between licking and nipping the skin there. he breathes you in deeply. he murmurs apologies, he slowly gets you to walk towards the nearest wall.
“u-up. up, please. put your legs around my waist, mkay? i’ll hold you, pretty.” he whines almost, his hands go to your ass, fingers splaying out. he holds you as promised. and then presses your back to the wall behind you.
he needs to relieve himself desperately, so you let it happen. he humps into your core desperately.
“mgh, tell me it’s okay. tell me i can..” he huffs, hands desperately groping handfuls of you. anywhere he can reach.
“please...please just- do what you want with me.” you respond breathlessly, the firm rubbing of his tented jeans against your sensitive core through your soft thin shorts is heightening your need for him. tenfold.
his breath hitches as he reaches down and tugs the leg of your shorts to one side, reaching in again and pulling your panties aside.
“pretty...sooo fucking pretty.” he gasps at your cunt. he rubs his fingers through your swollen pussy folds and sucks at his fingers afterwards, greedily. he tugs the waistband underneath his balls. it’s throbbing and pink. the veins are very prominent.
the moment he’s inside, he’s fucking your cunt like crazy, desperate gasps and moans escape his lips as he tries to relieve that ache. his cock continuously swells and your cunt feels full and sticky. he pumps his length repeatedly into your insides.
“g-god..m’ stirring your fuckin’ guts...ya hear that?” he moans, drool trickling down one side of his mouth. he presses his face into your neck where your neck meets your shoulder. he takes big deep breaths of you, breathing in your scent.
your cunt gets increasingly sloppier around his cock, all your stirred fluids create a frothy milky ring around his thick base, arousal sticking to his soft patch of hair down there, some on his belly. he hoists you higher up the wall occasionally to keep going.
schlatt literally had to go mute in order to keep himself from getting banned. you both are so loud and fucking like rabbits, jesus fuck, even he’s sick of those erotic sounds. he looks into the camera, giving them all a knowing, sheepish grin.
schlatt eventually has to yell at you guys to move it to the bedroom, without pulling out he pushes you into the bedroom right by the wall and goes at you, pressing your thighs as wide as they can go. “fu-hh..ckk!!! your pussy’s s’good baby. ohh you’re so fucking wet!!” he grunts, kissing your collarbone messily.
you can’t even muster a reply, just taking it, your body being pushed up the bed, the headboard banging against the wall from the sheer force of his thrusts. his fingers dig into your hips so firmly that they bruise and leave small crescents from his fingernails.
there’s a puddle of fluids beneath you, you claw at the sheets, he’s insatiable under the influence of the aphrodisiac. he goes at you for quite a while and cums. a warm thick load shooting deep inside you. thick ropes of semen.
he pants and grunts as he releases all he has into you, the warmth and the full sensation causes you to orgasm as well. from holding back his release for so long, it got all hot and thick. you’re not complaining though.
your thighs tremble as you deal with the aftershocks of the intense sex. he pets you, his hands running along your body and your hair and his fingers rubbing your cheeks sweetly. “sorry, baby. sorry, my baby. i went too hard.” he murmurs, kissing the bruises repeatedly.
“you’re— hah...fuck...” you’re breathless and whiney. “do it again.”
LOL HI GUYS SORRY THIS WAS OWED TO YOU YESTERDAY I WAS SO BUSY.
“remember that one clip?”
Ted nivison
you were sat on your bed in yours and Ted’s room, the heated blanket cranked all the way up. it was later at night and Ted was still streaming, so you were scrolling on YouTube, looking for something that caught your interest.
you saw a video titled ‘Ted and Stella moments that make me feral’. you chuckled and clicked on it, curious at the little compilation a fan made. of course, you had all socials. you seen the edits and the fanfics, it was all silly but it did boost your ego.
the video started as a white screen with some wii music, the title covering the screen. the first clip was you and Ted on stream together, just doing a chill late night stream and talking. a dono came on the screen, “you guys are so cute, do you mind me asking what your guys favorite things about each other is?”
“hi! uhh.. no we don’t mind.” you and ted had a silent conversation with your eyes, confirming it was okay. “my favorite thing about stella is that whenever you make her laugh, her whole face scrunches up and she has this huge cheesy smile. it just lights up my day whenever I see it.”
you laughed, “aww.. teddy, that’s actually kinda cute.” he laughed at the nickname, “uhm my favorite thing about Ted is probably that he’s so caring. he does everything in his power to make the people he loves comfortable. he has just always been such a steady presence in my life. i also really like his di-“. And Ted covered your mouth with his large hand, “moving on!”
the next clip was us in the background of schlatt’s stream at the air bnb some friends stayed at for some content. we were sitting on the couch, and I was cuddled up to him, his huge frame always enveloping mine. we had no clue J had just started a stream, so Ted pulled me onto his lap and pressed a sweet kiss to my lips.
J walked back in with his drink and sat down, reading the chat. “can you guys get a fuckin’ room?” J yelled and you jumped, “the fuck?” You asked and Ted just laughed, picking you up bridal style and carrying you out of the room. you giggled the whole way.
the next clip was you guys sat down at the chuckle sandwich table. “can clitoris really get erect?” you pondered Austin’s question. “I mean.. I guess? Kinda?” you said, not really sure. “well.. like, what does it feel like?”
“it’s just a very, VERY sensitive bundle of nerves. i don’t think it gets hard like a dick, but i guess i could understand what they are saying.” You explained to Austin. “it is VERY sensitive, isn’t it, girly?” Ted said, teasing you. You shoved him, laughing lightly. “fuck off, Theodore.”
“is it always this sexual? Or is it just me?” Schlatt laughed at Austin, “it’s you Austin.” We all laughed.
the next clip was you in the passenger seat of Ted’s shitty Tacoma, secretly recording. you were on a road trip together, vlogging the whole thing for your channel.
you wanted some authentic content so you tricked him and pretended to turn off your camera. he had one strong arm on the steering wheel and the other resting on the center console.
Lana Del Rey’s Norman f*****g Rockwell album was quietly playing in the background. you leaned your head on his bicep, he looked down at you with the sweetest smile.
“hey, sweet girl.” he spoke quietly. “hi, teddy.” you smiled softly at your sweet giant of a man. “you look so beautiful. love your hair curly like this.” you leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips.
his eyes closed momentarily, he visibly softened under your lips. you pulled away so you didn’t get into an accident, but he couldn’t stop looking at you.
“oohhh, be my once in a lifetimeeeee.” You started singing and he smiled even brighter at you, pressing a kiss to your head that was now laying on his bicep again.
the next clip was you guys at a party a couple years ago, when you were friends who couldn’t figure out their feelings.
a drunk Charlie had a camera in your face, asking your questions. “have you met the love of your life, lils?” he yelled, unnecessarily I might add.
“hell yeah i have! Teddy! that’s my boy, hes the best.” you drunkenly giggled at the thought of the boy you loved. Charlie whooped and ran off.
you didn’t know, but he ran to Ted. Ted was laying on the couch, drunk and a little high as well. “Ted Nivison!” Charlie yelled.
“Charlie slime!” Ted yelled back, laughing. “I have a question.” Charlie said, pushing the camera a little closer.
Ted nodded, urging him to go on. “Have you met the love of your life?!”
“she doesn’t know it, but i certainly have. my sweet baby. my darling girl. Stella!” he was obviously so out of his mind, his words slurred and wobbly. but he meant every word and anyone who knew you two, knew that.
the last clip was also at a New Year’s Eve party. jesus, you two party way too much.
it was a short one, only about twenty seconds. but you remember when it first got leaked, you were pissed and your fans went crazy over you two.
he was holding a bottle of pink Whitney in his hand, one of your personal favorites.
“trust me, baby. i got you. i know you love this shit.” he had said to you before wrapping a hand around your throat, tilting your head back.
he tilted the bottle and you felt it burn your throat as it slid down, he didn’t have a napkin so some spilled down your throat and glided down the tan skin of your chest.
he released your throat and set the bottle down, and leaned down to your chest, almost bent over, and started licking up your chest and neck.
you squealed, small, manicured hands grabbing his broad shoulders, “teddy!” he leaned down to your lips and pulled you into a searing kiss.
the clip was cut off with a black screen that said, “the last clip is so fucking insane. i got such a lady boner from that. bless Ted and Stella.”
you laughed and smiled, reminiscing on the life you and Ted had. It was so full of fun, joy, laughter, (drinking) all of it. you had no doubt about the stories you would be able to tell your kids.
you wandered into Ted’s office afterwards, peaking in to see if he was done. Thankfully he was.
he sat at his desk, looking so sexy in his sweater and mustache. you walked over to him, he looked over at the soft sound your feet made on the floor.
he backed away from his desk, inviting you onto his lap. you straddled him, and he kissed you deeply. “you look adorable tonight.” He said between kisses, and you giggled.
“thank you, teddy.” He groaned softly against your lips. “Whats got you all blushy, darlin’?”
“remember that New Year’s Eve party clip?” he leaned his head back and groaned, “dear lord, yes. still can’t believe that got leaked.”
You laughed, “I know. It was pretty sexy though.” He nodded, “true.”
everyone get more normal about casual sex right now. it's not morally wrong. sexual attraction is not evil. take a deep breath
Don’t You Want Me, Baby?
pairing - dennis whitaker x reader
word count - 6.4k
summary - you really do like dennis, even when you don’t show.
a/n - first huckleberry fic 🤭 this one is super cute. denny gets sad but then he feels better. this is not how this medical emergency would be treated btw, but plot. in my head for some reason reader has a bunch of tattoos but it’s not in the story. denny is a smitten kitten. i’m craving greek rlly bad now. enjoy!
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what does that spell? | cheerleader!reader x mike wheeler
genre/warnings: aged up to seniors in hs, cheerleader!harrington!reader, hurt/comfort, no smut, established secret relationship
desc: After hurting his secret girlfriends feelings, Mike wheeler has to do something grand to win her back
w/c: 2.9k
a/n: hi guysss lowkey this is so short and kinda crappy im soz i just wanted to get something short n sweet out there bcuz i have a really long fic idea that might drain me a bit umm she isn’t proof read honestly writing this felt so cliche but in a good way idk lmk if u like it pls dont lmk if you hate it
Mike Wheeler hated basketball games. He hated all the noise, the jocks, the way that everyone fantasized over all the cheerleaders. It was high school conformity at its peak.
There was one thing he did like, though.
Mike had been dating the cheer captain, Y/n Harrington, since the summer before the end of their senior year. Now, it was April, at the rally right before the big playoff game. Mike didn’t understand all the hype, but Lucas had spent the past week training 25/7 for this game.
Y/n had always been popular, a people's princess just like her older brother. The party, if they were being totally honest, were always too scared to try and talk to her; and Steve had always made it very clear that they were not to fuck with her. Mike had always thought she was pretty, he would blush when he saw her in the hallways. But she was way out of his league; Mike couldn’t stand a chance. Despite always going to the same school, they first met during the summer on a day where he went to Steve’s house with Dustin to drop off something.
Face to face, she was so much prettier than Mike remembered from afar. She had the sweetest smile Mike had ever seen. “Mike! Dustin!” she said when she opened the door “how can I help you guys?”
Mike’s jaw practically dropped at her knowing his name. Dustin, sure–that was Steve’s best friend–but Mike? The prettiest girl he had ever seen, Hawkins star cheerleader, Y/n Harrington knew his name.
Dustin had to do all the talking, explaining to Y/n that they were just returning a can of hairspray that Dustin had borrowed from Steve for a date. They stayed at her door for a while, having small talk about their summer plans and whatnot. Y/n asked them about Hellfire, which Mike had to embarrassingly confess he was the dungeon master of.
“yeah-I mean, it’s like-it’s totally not a big deal” he stumbled “total nerd crap, y’know? We just sit around and roleplay..really lame”
Y/n shook her head “I actually think it’s pretty cool. Looks really confusing but I’ve always wanted to play”
“We can teach you” Mike offered “I can teach you, if you’d like”
Y/n started showing up a lot more after that. Mike swore it was a coincidence, like he didn’t get information on where she would be from eavesdropping on Nancy’s calls with Steve. They ran into her and her friends at the arcade a couple times, they had bumped into her at the pool; Mike eventually worked up the courage to invite her to go swimming with them at Lover’s Lake. She quickly assimilated into their friend group. Mike was kind of surprised by it–little miss popular fitting in with all the freaks and outcasts.
Her and Mike would hang out alone, too. He taught her all about Dungeons and Dragons, showed her all of the last campaigns. They would sit alone in his basement for hours, just talking back and forth.
Y/n was the one who made the first move. Mike had taken her home on his bike after a movie night with everyone in his basement. Right outside her front door, Y/n grabbed Mike’s face and kissed him. It was a small peck, she pulled away and looked at him nervously.
“Sorry” she whispered “I shouldn’t have-”
Mike shook his head and pulled her in for another kiss, a longer one this time.
They made things official about two weeks after their first kiss. Mike knew it had to be a secret, no one could know about them. He thought of Steve, who would beat him up–but he also thought of all the popular kids in school, the ones that loved Y/n and hated Mike. They would never let her live it down if they knew about them, she would lose her status, her friends, maybe even her position as cheer captain.
They kept it a secret for months. They acted normal around friends, around family, they treated each other as friends. Nothing more, nothing less. Mike liked sneaking around, if he were being honest. It was sort of thrilling; all the kissing in the backs of movie theaters, the secret picnics and late night walks. He liked sneaking around in school even more. They would make out in janitor's closets, right before games or DnD campaigns, in the woods during lunch.
Everything was a perfect, secret bliss.
That was until a week ago, when Mike was forced to tell his best friends about her. Mike still swears the fight wasn’t his fault.
They were sitting alone in Mike’s basement, cuddled together on the couch watching a movie. Y/n had her head resting on his chest, her arms wrapped around his torso. One of Mike’s hands was playing with her hair, the other resting on her legs that laid on his lap.
“Mikey?” she whispered. It was late, both of them half asleep and barely paying attention to the movie.
“Yeah, Y/n?”
“I think,I think I wanna tell everyone…about us, I mean”
Mike’s body froze. “What?”
She lifted her head to look at Mike’s face, a nervous smile on her lips “I mean, we’ve been together for like, eight months already”
Seven months and 23 days–not that he was counting.
“Don’t you think people should know already?”
Mike didn’t know what to say. She was too sweet for her own good, too sweet to realize that publicly dating Mike would be her downfall. “I dunno, Y/n”
Y/n swallowed. He could see the disappointment and fear pooling in her eyes. “Why not?” she asked “I mean, doesn’t have to be everyone. We could just tell the party?”
Mike shook his head “If we tell them then Dustin will tell Steve, Will will tell Jonathan, Lucas will tell Erica. The whole town would know within a week.”
“Is that really so bad, though?”
Mike held his breath. He couldn’t say yes, that would be rude. He couldn’t say no, that would be a lie.
“I know we don’t-we don't say it” Y/n continued “but, but I love you, Mike. I wanna love you outside of the confines of this basement. I wanna love you in front of our friends and at school”
She was staring up at him with wide eyes. Mike’s hard was racing, his mind lost. That was the first time she had ever told him she loved him; and Mike wanted to say it back with all his heart. It danced on the tip of his tongue, the words I love you, Y/n begging to escape. But he couldn’t, he never could. Mike didn’t know why, he knew that he loved her. He knew that she loved him. He knew, logically, nothing bad could happen from saying it to her. He just couldn’t.
“We can’t” was all he could say as a response.
Y/n’s eyes flooded with tears so fast. She pulled herself away from Mike. “Wow,” she muttered “real sweet, Mike”
Mike sighed “I didn’t mean-”
She stood up off the couch “No, no I get it…I tell you I love you and you just tell me we can’t? Really? Do you…do you not love me” Her voice cracked at the end of her sentence, tears threatening to spill out.
Why did she have to ask that? Was it not obvious in the way he kissed her, the way he held her? “People can’t know, Y/n” He knew it wasn’t the right thing to say, but he couldn’t get any other words out.
“I should go,” Y/n muttered “I don’t-I dunno, Mike. Maybe we shouldn’t be doing this, not if you don't, you don’t-”
Mike stood up to follow her as she walked to his door. “C’mon, Y/n, don’t say that. You know that’s not true”
“So then say it. If it’s not true then say it, tell me you love me”
There was a pause, a quiet moment that went on for way too long. Mike could only stare at her in silence.
Y/n scoffed and shook her head, muttering “I can’t do this,” before rushing out the door.
That was the last time Mike talked to her. She had ignored him for the entire week. Everyone had started getting suspicious when she walked into first period all teary eyed. And when she stopped sitting with them during lunch and went back to join the cheerleaders, they all definitely knew something was up.
Mike didn’t know what to do. By Wednesday his body was filled with dread and guilt. He wanted to make things better, he needed to. That was why he told all his friends.
He sat Lucas, Will, Dustin, Max, and El down–told them the entire story all the way from the beginning, starting at that day he and Dustin first met her. He told them about their fight, about how Y/n wanted to go public, about how she loved him and he couldn’t bring himself to say it back.
At the end of his story, Lucas was smirking. Dustin and Will let out a groan and reached into their pockets to grab their wallets. They both pulled out a five dollar bill and handed it to Lucas.
“Knew it!” Lucas said in a sing-song voice. “I told you guys, I called this months ago”
Mike's eyes were wide “What? How the hell did you know?”
Lucas shrugged “Dave from basketball asked her out. Y'know, that hot guy that any girl at Hawkins would die to go out with? Yeah, he told me she rejected him because she was busy studying with you, Wheeler”
Mike groaned, hiding his face in his hands. “Does everyone know?”
“Only us,” Dustin said “we were just betting on it”
Will nodded “Yeah, me and Dustin thought she was too cool for you”
Mike shook his head back and forth aggressively. He looked up at his friends, face full of despair “What do I do? I’ve totally gone and fucked everything up! She’ll never forgive me”
“You need something big,” Max told him, “a big grand gesture to win her back, to prove to her that you love her.”
El nodded “Yes! Something grand to make up for your stupidity” The girls laughed to themselves.
Mike groaned. His hands grabbed his hair and tugged at it, as if the pain would bring him new ideas. “I can’t think of anything” he muttered
Dustin clicked his tongue with disappointment “C’mon, man. I think the solutions pretty obvious”
Lucas was smirking “How do you feel about pompoms?”
That was how Mike got where he was now, standing on the sidelines of this week's pep rally. Nerves soared through his entire body, sweat coating the microphone he held in his hand. He looked at the bleachers, watching all the students listen to the principal's speech about dominating the court and whatnot. The cheerleaders had just finished their set. Y/n did great, as always; when was she anything other than perfect? She was sitting on the bleachers with the rest of the cheerleaders drinking water and laughing. He watched as she looked behind her to scan the bleachers. Her smile faltered when she skimmed past Hellfire's usual spot and saw none of them there.
Mike took a deep breath. He looked across the gym to Dustin, who was giving the DJ ten bucks to leave his stand and let Dustin take over. Over the loud speakers, cutting off Principal Higgin’s speech, was Dustin’s voice.
“Thank you, Higgins, for the lovely and redundant speech” There was a scattered laughter at Dustin's comment “We’d like to introduce a special friend to the stage…everyone please clap it up for Mike Wheeler!”
Dustin played a blowhorn sound and some victory music as Mike walked to the center of the gym. There were a few people who clapped along, but most people just stared with confusion. He locked eyes with Y/n, who was staring with furrowed eyebrows. Mike planted his feet and cleared his throat into Mike.
“Hey guys,” he said. His voice was shaky and his breath was weak. “Well-um, the reason I’m here is…theres this special someone, someone who deserves the world. And-and I’ve been too stupid–or too scared, really–to give it to her. She’s so perfect; and you guys would agree that she deserves this and probably more. She’s funny, sweet, smart as hell…she’s everything I could ever dream of.” Behind him, Will, Lucas, Max, El, Dustin, Erica, and two other members of Hellfire were standing facing the crowd with small posters.
Mike stared at the crowd, an awkward silence briefly coming to the crowd. He coughed and nodded to himself, “right, yeah…” he set the mic down onto the floor next to his feet. Feedback screeched across the gym, causing everyone to cringe and cover their ears. Mike put his arms straight against his side, trying to mimic the posture he had seen Y/n practice so many times.
“Give me an I!” He lifted his arms above his head to look like an I. Some of the crowd followed along, a tiny recall of an “I” returning his chant from the crowd. Will lifted his poster, revealing a letter I painted on it.
He moved his right hand to stick out horizontally on his side “Give me an L!” More of the crowd started to follow. His eyes fell on Y/n. Her expression was unreadable. Lucas raised his poster as the crowd screamed back “L”, revealing another painted letter.
Mike continued on with his chant, calling out every letter without taking his eyes off Y/n. I-L-O-V-E, by then, realization dawned on her face. She bit her lip, a small smile spreading across her face. Mike was grinning like an idiot by the end of it. Y-O-U. By then, everyone was participating. Mike put his hands back to his sides “What does that spell?”
A unanimous “I love you!” spread across the gym. Dustin ran back to the DJ booth to play some cheers, fireworks, and any other stupid preloaded sounds he could find. Mike waited for the noise to die down. There was a low muttering around the gym, whispers spreading wondering who this was for. Mike took a deep breath.
“I love you, Y/n” he said as confidently and as proudly as he could, “and I hope this shows you how sorry I am for not saying it sooner”
Y/n had tears in her eyes and a smile on her face. There were sporadic claps and cheers from the crowd. She stood up, tripping over her and the team's water bottles and gym bags. She ran to Mike, putting her arms around his neck and jumping to wrap her legs around his waist. Mike's hands moved to wrap around her back, holding her up as they kissed. This was definitely not school appropriate, and they would both be getting into crazy trouble for this–but Mike didn’t care. All he could think about was Y/n in his arms, the feeling of her smile against his lips.
A rough hand on his shoulder is what pulled Mike away from the kiss. He hadn’t realized all the commotion they caused. Some people were clapping, some people were yelling–some people had started to make out on their own. Principal Higgins was staring at Mike and Y/n with the angriest expression they both had ever seen.
“Detention. Both of you. Tonight.”
Y/n nodded, ever proper “yes sir, sorry sir”
“And you!” Higgins turned to point at Dustin, who was still playing with the controls on the DJ booth “You are on thin ice, Henderson! Do you hear me?” He walked up to Dustin, who tried to run and hide behind the bleachers.
Mike turned his attention back to Y/n. He grabbed her hands and interlocked her fingers with his. “So, do you forgive me?”
Y/n tilted her head to one side as if she had to think about it “I dunno, your Y was pretty sloppy”
Mike scoffed “I had a horrible teacher! Seriously, Erica doesn’t know anything and I had to give her $50 bucks just to join us-”
Y/n cut him off with a quick kiss. “You’re an idiot”
Mike hummed, pulling her in as he kissed her back. “I love you,” he said against her lips
“I love you too, Wheeler” Y/n said almost immediately.
Mike's hands wrapped around Y/n’s body, pulling her as close as he could. He thought of all the consequences to come. He could imagine Steve twisting a bat in his hands, getting ready to swing it at Mike's face once he found out. He thought of the endless teasing he would get from his friends, the insane debt he owed to Erica for her help. One thing he didn’t mind, though, was detention. Sure, usually it’s boring; you just sit around and stare at the ceiling or clean chalkboards. But something told Mike–maybe it was the way Y/n was kissing him–that tonight's detention wouldn’t be half bad.
In fact, if Mike were being honest, he was kind of excited. He liked the idea of being locked in a room with Y/n for a couple hours after everyone's left the school.
Is it greedy to want all three of them in my bed right now?
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I have an unreasonable obsession with the Delicate series. It is absolutely fantastic and i cant wait until the next chapter!!❤️❤️
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Delicate: Vessel (Sleep Token) ; Part 12- "Dive bar on the East side..."
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Delicate: Vessel (Sleep Token) ; Part 11- "Echoes of your footsteps on the stairs."
The Pitts
Pairing: Dr. Whitaker x Surgeon!Reader
Summary: Dr. Whitaker has never been a problem for her. That is until he becomes the problem. A top surgeon, known for her cool-headed precision and unshakable confidence, suddenly finds herself an absolute disaster whenever he's around. Her usual Casanova charm? Gone. Her composure? Nonexistent.
Author's Note: Normally pathetic wimpy white guys make my skin crawl but there's something about Dr. Whitaker. Leave me alone in a trauma room with that man and he'll crawl out.
The second Dr. Whitaker walked into the room, she felt it—that ridiculous, uncontrollable shift from composed and capable to absolute disaster.
Normally, she was unshakable. A top surgeon, one of the best in her field. She had the respect of her colleagues and the unwavering confidence that came with years of being at the top. She handled pressure like it was nothing, made life-and-death decisions daily, and never let anything rattle her.
But with him?
She was a train wreck.
It was like someone flipped a switch in her brain, and suddenly, she couldn't function. Her hands trembled, her words stumbled, and she found herself laughing at things that weren't remotely funny. Worse, everyone around her noticed. Everyone except him.
"Hey, nice scrubs today," she blurted out as Whitaker passed by.
He stopped, giving her a quizzical look before glancing down at himself. "Uh... thanks? They're just the standard ones."
She nodded far too eagerly. "Yeah, but, you know, you really make them work. These ones are really holding up!"
A beat of silence. Then, from behind her, someone choked on a laugh. She turned just in time to see Dr. Robby shaking his head, trying (and failing) to hide his smirk.
Whitaker, completely oblivious, just smiled politely. "Appreciate that, I guess."
As soon as he walked away, Robby leaned in. "Smooth."
She groaned, rubbing a hand down her face. "Don’t."
"Oh, I will," he said, thoroughly enjoying her downfall. "You’ve got it bad."
"I do not."
"Right. That’s why you’re out here complimenting a guy’s scrubs like he’s wearing designer."
She sighed, crossing her arms. "It’s not a big deal. It’s just... annoying. I’m a top surgeon, Robby. I perform complex procedures without breaking a sweat. And yet, one guy walks into a room, and I—"
"Turn into a bumbling idiot? Yeah, I’ve noticed."
She shot him a glare. "Not helping."
Robby chuckled. "Look, you’ve always been the one in control. Maybe the idea of someone making you lose that control freaks you out. But if you ask me? It’s kind of refreshing."
She frowned. "Refreshing?"
"Yeah. It means you actually care. And maybe, instead of fighting it, you should just... let it happen."
She opened her mouth to argue but found herself at a loss. Because deep down, she knew he was right. And yet, it was easier said than done.
Which was why she was completely caught off guard when, after yet another day of fumbling around Whitaker like an idiot, everything changed.
It happened so fast. One second, she was standing at the nurse’s station, and the next, Whitaker was walking toward her with purpose.
Then he stopped right in front of her, grabbed her face with both hands, and kissed her.
Her brain short-circuited. Somewhere in the background, she vaguely registered the sound of someone gasping, followed by another voice going, "Oh, finally."
When Whitaker pulled back, his expression was unreadable, but his touch lingered, his hands still cupping her face. "I, uh... just found out something interesting."
She swallowed hard, heart hammering against her ribs. "Yeah?"
He smiled—soft, amused, and just a little smug. "You like me."
Somewhere behind them, someone who was absolutely Dr. Robby muttered, "Took him long enough."
She wanted to die. But also? She really, really wanted him to kiss her again.
And judging by the look in his eyes, he absolutely was going to.