𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈

to live for the hope of it all

[merakiletters]

IS IT BETTER

TO SPEAK OR TO DIE

𝓓aniela 🪽 she / her

⋆˙⟡ meraki “ a modern greek word that means doing something with soul, creativity, or love ” ⧽ letters “ a note or message put in an envelope and sent to a person or place ”

[merakiletters]

ACQUAINTED ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ⸝⸝ jason todd

⎯ ⟢ your ta refuses to give you a second chance for your midterm, so you resort to the oldest trick in the book.

ft. fem reader / teacher’s assistant jason todd

content. 18+ ,, wc. 5.7k

“—just give it another read and i’ll be out of your face” you plead, jogging to keep up with his long strides.

“should’ve studied more”

jason todd had completely violated your midterm essay with red ink, leaving notes like “intro is too fluffy”, “less explanation, more reasoning”, and “weak connections”

you really thought having a younger ta would be more convenient. someone close in age who understood the chaotic balance of a college student’s life, the work hard, play hard lifestyle.

unfortunately, he seemed to have skipped the play hard part entirely and dedicated his entire life to taking his job too seriously.

“the thing is, i did study. i studied so hard my brain almost started leaking out of my ears” you huff, practically speed walking just to stay in his pace.

“better luck next time, then” he deadpans, turning sharply down a hallway.

you refuse to leave it alone just yet. “you don’t understand, this grade is holding my whole average down. if you just look really hard at my essay again, you’ll realize it’s actually a masterpiece and change it to a b plus or an a minus. i'm okay with either”

around you, students drift past. entirely ignoring your spectacle, you two were just two more students anyway.

“i know it was a piece of work. just not a very good one,” he mutters, reaching for the heavy glass exit door. “you get what you earn, not what you think you deserve”

in a desperate movement, you catch him by the forearm, the one not currently holding the door open. jason halts, turning back to look down at you with a gaze so intensely unamused you thought about dropping this whole thing.

your eyes briefly drop to the fact that his forearm is surprisingly solid under your fingers. you let go immediately, clearing your throat.

“j, please. you’re not breaking a single rule by glancing at a couple of papers for two minutes. call it an error when you fix my grade, nobody has to know” you bargain, your dignity completely abandoned.

“j?” is all he says, raising a single eyebrow.

you are more than infuriated that that’s the only part of your speech he registered.

“can i call you j? we’ve practically known each other for three years, nicknames are important for friendships” you argue, offering a helpless shrug.

a humorless chuckle slips past his lips. “we know each other, yes. exclusively because we share the same department and we are definitely not friends”

you stick out your bottom lip. “we could be. think of the matching tattoos”

“goodbye, sweetheart” he says, shaking his head and giving you an unyielding nudge backward so the heavy door doesn’t shut right in your face.

you stand there, staring at his retreating back through the glass.

sweetheart? ugh. that was what your professor, a sweet old lady, tends to call anyone who’s a year younger than her.

unfortunately, you respect her way too much to walk into her office and make a fool of yourself over a graded paper, knowing she’s already busy as it is.

plus, that’s literally what a ta is for. and unfortunately, jason todd is a stubborn jerk who refuses to give you the time of day, let alone a second chance.

you turn on your heel and stalk back toward your dorm, thinking of ways to force him to read your paper again.

serving is an art and you definitely take pride in your work. tips aren’t easy to come by but you’ve mastered gaining them. a soft, sweet smile paired with a quick joke goes a long way especially with the older crowd who tips in loose bills and praise.

unfortunately, you live in a college town so it’s never a rare sight when the usual frat boy stumbles in without an ounce of basic manners.

thankfully, today is a slow day. you’ve only spotted one of the usuals so far and the small diner you work at isn’t anything fancy but it brings in just enough cash to keep paying for your housing on campus.

you lean against the counter, half listening to barbara engaged in a harmless but dramatic argument with one of the line cooks in the back. she must see the wheels turning in your head because she eventually breaks away and drifts over.

she bumps her shoulder lightly against yours. “what’s up?” she asks.

“just thinking” you murmur, keeping your eyes on the floor.

“about?” she inquires, resting her hip against the laminate.

“my midterm” you admit, letting out a heavy breath.

“he still hasn’t budged?” she asks, knowing how desperately you need those few extra marks to drag your grade out of the gutter.

“nope” you say, lingering on the pop of the letter.

as if heaven itself had suddenly heard your desperate pleas, the front door chimes and jason todd, in all his insufferable glory, walks in.

you both freeze and look up. he clearly has no idea you work here or you know for a fact he would have willingly walked into any other diner in town just to avoid you. you and barbara share a knowing look as he takes a seat at a booth in barbara’s section.

you stand up straight, instantly planning to to fight barbara for the table.

she holds up a hand before you can even open your mouth. “all yours, babe” she says, a smirk playing on her lips as she pushes herself off the counter.

you make a straight beeline toward the booth at the very back corner of the diner.

he’s already settled in, laptop open with a scattering of heavy looking papers taking up almost the whole table. you don’t even wait to be invited, you just slide straight into the opposite bench of the booth before he can tell you to move.

he looks up, surprised for a fraction of a second before his expression flattens into that familiar look of rejection.

“stalker much?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“actually, you walked into my place of work, so technically that makes you the stalker” you fire back.

“mhm. a black coffee and a slice of pie would be great, assuming you can manage that before you start causing noise pollution” he says, making you roll your eyes as you violently swallow your pride.

“it’s on the house if you look over my essay again” you press, leaning forward to try the persuasion again.

“nice offer but i can afford a cup of coffee” he replies, his eyes already drifting back down to his glowing computer screen.

“how about free pie for the rest of the month?” you try again, narrowing your eyes.

“i don’t even know if it’s good, never tried it. so why don’t you do your actual job and bring it to me?” he says and that detached tone genuinely sets you on edge.

“actually, we don’t serve pie after twelve” you say, offering an unbothered shrug.

he looks back up at you then, raising a dark brow. “right. then a cup of coffee would be fantastic or do you not serve those past twelve either?”

you huff, sliding out of the booth to fetch his stupid coffee and march right back over, dropping into the seat again.

“didn’t know waitresses spent their shifts sitting with customers” he remarks, not looking away from his screen.

“we do here” you snap back. “how about this, i’ll pay you out of pocket for every single minute it takes you to review my paper?”

“i don’t need your money”

“but i need your help!” you plea, resting your chin in your hands.

“can’t you take no for an answer?” he asks, his voice laced with a dry teasing and genuine exhaustion.

“what do you want then?” you demand.

he glances up at you briefly, the diner lights catching the sharp line of his jaw. “for you to go away”

“you have to want something” you persist.

“i think you heard me clearly the first time”

“you don’t want money, what about drugs?” you blurt out in desperation.

“what?” he asks, his brows pulling together in genuine bewilderment.

“you don’t want drugs? maybe some illicit weapons? i could find a guy” you offer.

he stares at you for a long moment. “you do refills on this coffee?”

“only if you agree” you counter.

“forget it”

“please, please, jason,” you beg, your voice dropping to a whine.

he gives you an unamused look just as your name gets loudly called out from the kitchen window.

you lean slightly over the table, close enough that his eyes are forced to lock directly into yours. “this isn’t over yet, todd”

he just hums dismissively, typing on his keyboard.

you roll your eyes, actively fighting the fierce urge to smack him right across his unfairly well structured face.

“cute uniform, by the way” he calls out casually just as you finally slide out of the booth to leave.

you let out a loud scoff, the hem of your skirt shifting as you turn and walk away with a heavy footed force.

when you finally push through the swinging kitchen doors, your manager is standing right there, arms crossed with barbara lingering close behind.

“as much as we want you girls to have fun, we don’t pay you to entertain your boyfriend of the week while you’re on the clock” your manager says flatly before turning away.

you’re left standing there, glaring daggers through the small window toward your stupid ta.

grades aren’t due for another three days and it’s like the universe is on your side because the second you step into the cafeteria, there he is.

the dining hall isn’t too packed. a few students are laughing, others deep in their work. he’s leaning back in his chair, chatting it up with his friends. you vaguely recognize them, one is barbara’s old (or current, you really couldn’t tell with those two) hookup and the other is a sophomore, you think.

as you march toward their table, you rehearse exactly what you’re going to say to make him change his mind.

“don’t mind if i do” you say as you slide into the empty chair next to the sophomore. he gives you a puzzled look but beside him, the other two exchange a knowing look.

“can’t even enjoy the company of my friends without you ruining it, sweetheart?” jason asks, at this point you know this is more amusing to him than anything else.

“evening, guys,” you offer a small greeting. “so, back to you” you direct your gaze straight to jason.

from the corner of your eye, you can see dick, barbara’s favorite toyboy, flashing an amused, knowing smirk similar to jason’s. tristan or tyson, you really still couldn’t figure out the sophomore’s name, simply looks confused.

“there has to be something that you so desperately need and i will be the one to get it for you, no questions asked” you say, leaning slightly into the table.

he shakes his head, folding his arms and placing them flat on the surface to mimic your posture.

“it’s fine if you don’t want to say it out loud. i’ll start listing, and you just tell me when i hit it” you press on.

“you said no to drugs or weapons. how about some sort of technology? a phone, a computer, a secret gps tracker? no? how about… revenge? you must not like someone here, i’ll steal their bike, i can get someone expelled? no? what about girls? you don’t have a girlfriend, do you?”

he raises an eyebrow. “no. why, you offering?” he asks, heavily flirting.

you furrow your brows. “do you want me to be? because i’ll be the best girlfriend ever. i’ll even become your wife if you bump my marks up” you say with enthusiasm.

he chuckles, leaning back and sharing a look with dick.

“very stubborn, aren’t you?” richard asks, which you know better as dick, even though it doesn't sound like a question.

“learned from the best” you reply, nodding toward jason.

“what about you guys?” you decide to pivot away from jason. “you must want something? i’ll do anything as long as your buddy over here fixes my grade before the deadline”

grayson shakes his head. “not on my end”

you catch the sophomore next to you debating it in his head before jason and dick shoot him a look that clearly promises a quick death if he even thinks about opening his mouth.

you huff, sinking back into your chair.

a heavy silence settles over the table as you all just trade glances.

“what’s your name again?” you turn to the guy on your right.

“don’t” jason warns him.

“what, can’t i make friends?” you ask as innocently as possible.

“tim” the guy mutters.

you offer your name in return, straightening up in your seat. “so, tim—”

“tim, don’t” jason warns again but you completely ignore him.

“is there something you’re tired of dealing with? i can take care of it for you” you say, leaning in to give his shoulder a reassuring tap.

“do anything for him and i’ll never even give you the time of day” jason snaps from across the table.

you scoff. “you hardly do anyway”

you give tim, who you had been wildly off about, a deeply pleading look, eyes wide with a tiny pout. it actually looks like he’s about to cave until jason stands up, followed closely by dick.

“don’t be weak, drake,” jason says, turning on his heel. “let’s go.”

you roll your eyes and slouch down. “you guys are no fun”

“find other boys to mess with, sweetheart” jason calls back, leaving you stranded at the table with your own crushed triumph.

before you can retreat to your dorm to probably cry, your phone buzzes in your back pocket.

you pull it out, seeing a message from barbara.

b <3: didn’t succeed?

you: nope, how do yk?

b <3: grayson texted “your friend is quite persistent”

you: geez, u two still in contact?

b <3: at the moment

you: im seriously running out of bribes

b <3: you haven’t offered the oldest trick in the book

you: which is?

your eyes widen and your jaw slightly drops as you read the message that comes right after.

the party is at full blast, the frat house packed with warm bodies and not nearly enough room.

you and barbara make way through the crowd, your tipsy state making every step almost impossible.

giggling the whole way, you stumble into the kitchen. it’s still packed, just not quite like the living room or the patio. you lean your back against the cool counter, attempting to chat with barbara or at least trying to hold her attention.

“—and then she said… b!” you call her out. she was totally checked out, her eyes already drifting away toward the edge of the room.

you follow her gaze. it lands on one of the guys who had left you stranded at the dining hall yesterday.

she and dick lock into some weirdly intense eye contact. you look away, but not before taking a second glance, if he’s here, that must mean jason is too.

you scan the room a little more until you spot him standing near dick, talking to someone else.

barbara seems to have spotted jason in that exact same group and she snaps back around to face you.

“go talk to him ” she urges.

“right now? are you crazy?” you exclaim.

she just shrugs her shoulders.

“if you’re actually planning on whoring yourself out, you need to be confident. it’s the whole reason you’re here” she offers bluntly.

you whine the second the words leave her mouth, the reality sobering you up instantly. “i need another shot or something”

you two manage to get your hands on a sketchy mixed liquid that’s twenty percent juice and eighty percent pure alcohol. it burns as it trails down your throat the second you swallow it.

“you got this” she encourages as you turn to face probably the most humiliating thing you’ve ever willingly subjected yourself to.

you navigate into the crowd until you’re staring at his back. weirdly enough, he looks even taller from this angle.

you reach up to tap his shoulder. he turns around, looking down at you with those piercing eyes.

“hi” you say, your voice so impossibly meek you can hardly believe it came from your own mouth.

he excuses himself from the person he was talking to, immediately turning his full attention back to you.

his gaze drifts down, taking in your thin, tight top that clings to the curves of your torso like it was made specifically to seduce any guy in your vicinity. your skirt isn't helping your case either, sitting low on your hips and leaving little to the imagination.

he only wonders how you managed to make it this far into the house without a weird crowd of guys trailing behind you like lost puppies.

he chuckles darkly. “not going to let me enjoy a party?”

“you’re a senior, you’ve attended plenty, i’m sure” you say as he leans down slightly to hear you over the heavy bass of the music.

“i’ve been to one or two,” he answers with a smirk before leaning down even further, right against your ear. “can’t hear you well, sweetheart. let’s go over here” he murmurs, guiding you with a warm and steady hand on your lower back.

he steers you back to that exact spot in the kitchen where you and barbara had been mere moments ago, though she’s nowhere in sight now.

you lean your elbows back against the counter just slightly. he stands right in front of you, practically caging you in as one of his hands comes down flat on the counter beside your hip, grazing the fabric of your skirt.

“so, what offer have you come up with now?” he asks, at that point, it feels like he was practically begging for it.

“do you want a blowjob?” you blurt out.

the second the words leave your mouth, you want to snatch them right back and leave, either from the party or the country, you haven’t decided yet.

his entire body stills for a fraction of a second before he laughs and it’s not one of those dry, humorless chuckles he’d hit you with before.

his laugh is rich, carrying a low, rumbling sound that makes it impossible to tell if it’s the sound of his voice or the heat of the party that’s suddenly rushing to your cheeks.

“i’m serious” you insist, though a soft and mortified smile tugs at the corners of your lips.

“are you?” he asks. the laughter has faded but the usual, lingering smirk remains. your eyes drop to his lips for a second before snapping back up to meet his.

he catches you looking. his expression softens into something a little more dangerous and he mimics your movement, his eyes dropping to your lips too. a delicious, nervous churn twists deep in your stomach.

if it hadn’t been for your midterm, you wouldn’t be standing here offering yourself to jason. the thought makes you mentally call yourself an idiot because he’s so painfully and effortlessly hot that you can’t believe it took you this long to really notice.

no, you always knew he was attractive, but you had no idea just how much.

“that’s a new one” he says, snapping you right out of your daze.

“what? you’ve never been offered that before?” you snap back.

“no, i have. but the sincerity of the offer caught me off guard” he replies smoothly.

“sincerity?” you echo.

“mhm. even if it weren’t for your grade, you’d still want to sleep with me” he says.

you scoff. “real confident, aren’t you?” you shoot back, even though your heart skips a heavy beat against your ribs. “plus, i asked if you wanted a blowjob, not to sleep with me. sounds like you’re projecting”

he chuckles low in his chest. “caught me”

your heart practically stops.

“so, have you actually taken the other offers before?” you ask, narrowing your eyes.

“depends” he says, tilting his head.

“on what?”

“if they pass the test”

“what test?” you ask, utterly baffled.

“the kiss test” he says, leaning in closer.

your breath hitches. it feels like some invisible magnetic force is pulling you two together.

the tips of your noses brush and a second later, your lips meet his.

his hand immediately finds its place at your waist, while yours naturally goes to the back of his neck, tangling in the hair at his nape.

the kiss is unexpectedly gentle. his lips are soft and as you linger, they mix with the sweet trace of lip gloss on yours.

he breaks the kiss for a brief second, just long enough to look down at you before diving right back in. this time, his other hand finds the nape of your neck, fingers seek to hold you securely and deepen the pressure.

this kiss is a lot more pronounced, a little sloppier around the edges but still firm and hungry.

his tongue brushes against your lower lip, just on the verge of parting your mouth entirely before he abruptly pulls away. you’re left standing there, chest heaving, completely breathless and panting.

“did i pass?” you ask, trying to keep it light through the haze.

he lets out a dry, raspy chuckle. “oh, yeah”

“how many girls have passed?” you press, still struggling to wrap your head around the fact that this is apparently not a first.

“jealous?” he taunts.

you scoff, shaking your head. “you wish” even though you are very much dying to know the answer.

“meet me tomorrow at my office during office hours for tutoring” he says and for a fleeting second, you completely forget why you even agreed to this in the first place.

“i didn’t ask for tutoring” you pout.

“you get what you earn, not what you think you deserve” he echoes, throwing his own words right back at you again.

“you still didn’t answer my question” you point out.

he steps back just an inch, giving you some breathing room. “only you have passed”

“so i’m good enough to pass but not to fully get what i want? i guess i’ll just have to work on my kissing techniques, then” you tease, a glint in your eye.

“as long as it’s not with a guy” he replies, his voice dropping an octave.

“then how am i supposed to get feedback?” you joke.

“buy a teddy bear or something” he fires back, turning on his heel and walking away, leaving you standing there completely flustered, flushed and utterly fucked.

you don’t know why your pacing around outside of jason’s office. this is what you had wanted, to persuade him into giving you better marks.

tutoring isn’t exactly what you had hoped, especially after that little stunt you pulled at the party but it’s better than sitting alone staring at a blank piece of paper.

as you finally hold up the courage to knock on the door, it’s as if he was waiting right behind it.

it swung open and he was standing there, wearing grey sweatpants and an old white shirt that clung a little too well.

you’d never seen him like this, only ever trapped in conformity attire of a ta. never relaxed, and oh boy, were you in deep trouble.

“coming in?” he asks, a slow smirk pulling at his lips and you really hoped he eventually did.

you stepped in and he closed the door behind you with a quiet click.

his office was neat, though empty. a couple of textbooks here, a half empty mug there. he clearly didn’t spend much time here or simply didn’t care to make it look like he did.

“you’re quiet today” he says, closing the distance just a fraction as you finally turn to face him.

“just ready to learn” you say, letting out a dry giggle, instantly wishing you knew why you turned into a mess around him.

oh but you did know. the kiss hadn’t left your mind for a single miserable second since he left you breathless by the kitchen. it was a miracle you’d gotten any sleep at all.

oddly enough, there wasn’t a chair in front of the desk. usually, there was a visitor’s chair to talk over assignments but it was completely missing.

he probably noticed your hesitation over where to stand. “you can sit in my chair” he offers, gesturing to the massive leather seat behind the wooden desk.

you make your way around it and do as he says, sinking into the leather that still somehow smells faintly of his cologne. “where will you sit?” you ask, looking up through your lashes.

“ah, i don’t mind sitting here” he says smoothly, hopping up to sit right on the edge of the desk, facing you.

you gulp hard and quickly look down as his intense eye contact threatens to melt you right into the leather.

you clear your throat, reaching into your bag to pull out your essay.

“thought you might want to look at it again. since you were so pleased to tear it apart the first time” you tease, raising an eyebrow.

he grabs it from your hands, your fingers brushing against each other, sending a stupid little jolt up your arm.

he adjusts himself on top of the desk, his frame slightly hunched forward, legs casually spread. the confidence of his stance alongside those sweatpants is literally killing you.

you tried to look at literally anything else in the room but nothing was interesting enough to keep your eyes off him for ten seconds.

“i know which places you need improvement in” he finally speaks up, his voice dropping an octave.

“which are?” you ask, crossing your arms defensively over your tank top.

“all of them, sweetheart” he replies simply.

you let out an exaggerated sigh, leaning back into the oversized chair “unbelievable”

“we can start from the top or the bottom, whichever you prefer to first”

“bottom. you said my conclusion wasn’t—” you start and he effortlessly finishes your sentence for you.

“strong, yes”

“i thought it was pretty solid” you argue, tilting your chin up.

he shifts on the desk, crossing one ankle over the other. “well, what makes you think it was so solid?”

“it summarized the main points, didn’t it?” you shrug, trying to match his tone.

“a fifth grader could do that and maybe, some of them do it better than you. at a college level, you need that and a hell of a lot more” he fires back.

“i didn’t just summarize” you retort, rolling your eyes.

“so, you admit you need more?” he says, a teasing, dangerous edge curving his voice.

“i didn’t say it was a masterpiece, i said it was solid” you snap, casually spinning your chair around.

he groans softly and your chair suddenly comes to a violent halt. he was no longer sitting on the desk, he had stopped it with his forearm right above your head, caging you in as he leaned heavily into your personal space.

“we’re here for tutoring, not play time” he murmurs in a warning tone.

“i wasn’t playing” you breathe out, your heart hammering against your ribs. “i actually know how to write a conclusion, you just love being a harsh critic”

“then prove it”

“what?” your voice pitching up higher than you'd like.

“show me you know at least the basics of a college level conclusion” he explains, his face inches from yours.

you scoff, flashing a fake smile. “great teaching method, todd. really inspiring”

he chuckles, unfazed. “you’ll get rewarded if it’s good enough”

that makes you instantly perk up, your eyes locking onto his. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“do you know how to write it or not?” he asks, his voice growing dangerously on edge.

you swallow hard, nodding. “fine. first, i explain what the overall point of my thesis was, tying it together”

he nods slowly, still caging you in. you can practically feel the heat radiating off his body but you forced your brain to focus on the task at hand.

“for example, i show how my connections, which you called weak, actually matter. very straightforward unlike the body paragraphs” you continue.

he hums, a low vibration in his chest. his warm breath suddenly brushes against your neck as his head dips lower, his lips ghosting over your lower jaw.

your breath hitches in your throat and a soft gasp escapes you as his lips finally make firm contact with your skin.

he nips lightly at your neck, sending a shiver straight down your spine. “continue with your conclusion, sweetheart” he growls against your skin.

“y-your conclusion only matters if it’s backed up by true facts,” you tried your absolute hardest to keep talking, ignoring the way his hands started tracing up your thighs, “so whoever is reading it doesn’t doubt that the final point is...”

“is what?” he hums, pressing a soft kiss to your pulse point.

“inaccurate” you finish weakly, your hands instinctively coming up to grip his shoulders for support.

“what sort of structure do you use?” he ask, his thumbs tracing the hem of your skirt.

“the conventional one” you whisper and even to your own ears, your words make zero sense anymore. his lips are entirely destroying your ability to form a coherent sentence.

he chuckles against your collarbone.

his warm pecks continue drifting down your shoulder. his fingers slowly tugging down the strap of your jacket, leaving your tank top exposed.

he presses a lingering kiss right to the top of your shoulder and your arms naturally wrap around his neck, pulling him closer.

“what makes a conclusion complete?” he asks against your skin, his hands mapping the curve of your waist now.

“s-synthesize the connections,” you sighed out.

he drops down to his knees right in front of the chair, his hands sliding up to grip the hem of your skirt and your hips involuntarily buck upward at the sudden friction.

“and restate your claim without copying the previous paragraphs verbatim” you pant, your breathing coming in ragged gasps.

“such a smart, good girl, aren’t you?” he praises against your skin as he slowly rolls your skirt up your thighs.

you nod your head at the praise, feeling completely no control over your own body at this point.

he chuckles, a low sound that vibrates straight into the heat between your legs.

he hooks your legs over his shoulder and without bothering with your skirt, he just slides your panties to the side.

“what?” you whine as he simply stares at you bare.

“can’t believe everything about you is fucking pretty” he says, his gaze heavy as he looks at you.

you roll your eyes, your face heating up. “are you planning on just staring or are you actually going to do something about it?” you retort, biting your lip.

“im the tutor here, which means i have a higher authority. so you do as i say, not the other way around” he teases, running a lazy thumb over your inner thigh.

“if you don’t touch me right now, i’ll find someone else who will” you snark back, only half lying. “plenty of guys on campus would kill for this, jason”

his eyes darken at that. “always this bratty?” he asks, leaving a deliberately slow trail of hot kisses up your inner right thigh.

“only when asshole ta’s waste my time” you say, squirming restlessly in the chair as he holds your legs firmly on his shoulders.

“ta must really be a jerk, huh?” he teases, blowing a warm breath right against your sensitive core.

you gasp at the sudden contrast. “fuck, jason. shut up and put your mouth to better use” you snap, growing entirely impatient.

jason gathers spit and lets it drip right onto your heat, making you whimper at the slick drop. before it can slide all the way down, he laps it back up, swirling his wet tongue directly over your swollen clit.

“j!” you cry out, your hands immediately tangling into his hair for stability.

“so fucking sweet, too” he raps against you and the low hum only makes wetter.

the noises you're making only seem to egg him on, making him work harder and faster for your release.

his middle finger slides smoothly through your entrance, pressing in and stretching your walls easily.

you try to stifle your moans, briefly remembering where you are and the fact that you’re supposed to be in tutoring.

he shoves his pointer finger in right beside it and it becomes completely impossible to keep your sounds to yourself.

“so tight f’me” he mumbles against your skin, his tongue continuing to work magic on your clit.

you feel your walls start to clamp down and he definitely feels it too because he begins to murmur soft encouragements, ‘that’s it’, ‘let it out, sweetheart’ in between every stroke of his tongue.

your body trembles violently, crashing right down over his mouth and fingers as you ride out the intense high.

he pulls back slowly, his mouth glossy from your juices and his fingers dripping.

he sucks his own fingers into his mouth, staring right up at you as he lazily brushes the damp hairs stuck to your forehead.

he leans up to kiss you deeply, tasting yourself on his lips.

“we still need to actually work on your essay” he murmurs against your mouth.

you shake your head, kissing him back just as passionately. “fuck the essay”

he chuckles, guiding you out of the seat. just as you think it's over, he sits down in the chair, pulling you by surprise right onto his lap so your legs bracket his waist.

“let’s work on the top this time” he says suggestively, his hands resting heavily on your hips.

you giggle, leaning in close. “are you referring to the essay or the position?”

“whatever you want, sweetheart” he whispers, his hands guide your hips down against his hard length.

you lean right down to his ear, breathless. “what i want are the three extra marks”

he smiles and it’s softer than the usual smirk he gives you.

“you’ll get three extra marks on the grade book and maybe three red ones on your ass if you don’t start behaving, baby” he teases.

god, you were so glad you actually listened to barbara and her crazy ass suggestions.

august 2026 / merakiletters

daniela’s note: can’t believe i know how to write smut but not the basics to a conclusion !?

[merakiletters]

LADYGIRL ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ⸝⸝ faze adapt

req: “reader is tara yummy’s friend, they get out of a party nearby and stop by the house. it’s reader & adapt’s first time meeting & chat goes crazy about them and their flirting”

ft. fem reader / faze adapt

content. sfw ,, wc. 2.3k

“wait, we look so hot” you exclaim as you take a look at the picture tara had posted on her story.

“i know, im sorry that we had to leave early” she says next to you.

you and tara had gone to one of your mutual friends' parties where tara had made a special appearance as the dj. after one too many vodka crans, the two of you decided it was enough and dipped early.

“oh no, it’s okay. we’ll see what’s up with the boys at the house” you say.

you were currently ubering to the faze house. tara had texted alex, mostly known as adapt, that you two were pulling up for a little chat before tara left for her set in vegas.

you’d hardly ever met anyone in faze besides rug and jason. you were mostly known for your youtube videos, definitely not streaming.

“okay, we are almost there” tara announced. “i’m so excited for you to meet them, especially alex”

“yea, me too” you say, trying to keep your voice entirely casual, though your pulse did a funny little flutter.

tara had streamed with alex before and she had a ‘stuck in my car’ youtube video with him too, so you could say they were definitely well acquainted. the first time you heard about him was from tara’s vid. you thought he was good looking, but after watching it, you did a little deep dive that led you to discover all of faze clan.

“also, do you know qt cinderella?” tara asked, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“duh” you say.

tara giggles. “well, she’s also there, which is super exciting.”

over at the faze house, alex was streaming and letting his chat know that you two were about to pull up.

“let’s see what’s up, tara is pulling up, y’all know tara and also,” he said as he pulled up his phone, “y/n is coming too. she’s friends with tara and they were around the area”

y/n omgggggg

OMG my worlds are colliding

the guys better be on their best behavior

qt is going to love the girls

“so let’s go, flock” he said, heading downstairs to get the two of you.

when you stepped out of the car and walked toward the entrance, you already saw alex heading your way.

“hi, alex. it’s nice seeing you” tara says, going in for a hug.

“same here, same here” he says, returning the hug easily.

“this is y/n, of course” she said. you greeted him, waving before going in for a close side hug.

he returned it instantly, his hand lingering just a second longer on the small of your back. “what’s up, im alex”

as the three of you walked up, you spotted someone holding a camera. tara had mentioned they were streaming, which immediately brought a wave of nerves since you had only ever been on stream twice and both times with close friends.

you waved at the camera and introduced yourself to the cameraman, who introduced himself as gilly.

“wanna say hi to chat?” he asked.

you stepped in front of the lens and gave a small wave. “hi guys, what’s up?”

“isn’t it weird?” tara asked you, eyeing the live view count.

“a little” you giggle.

“yea, we’re definitely not used to this” tara told alex.

“what, have you never been on stream before?” he asked you, his eyes shifting down to meet yours with genuine curiosity.

“like once or twice, but it was a very quick hi and bye” you explain.

“oh well, there’s a first for everything” he says, flashing a lopsided smile as he casually bumps his shoulder against yours. a pleasant warmth spread right through your arm where you touched.

walking into the house, you spotted a cluster of people in the kitchen with cameras rolling.

“hi guys!” tara greeted everyone.

you introduced yourself to the room, chatting for a bit with blaire, who was super sweet. joking around with the rest of the boys instantly melted away some of your nerves.

after the greetings, you headed upstairs to alex’s room. he pulled up two extra chairs to park next to the one he was already using.

once tara explained to the chat where you two had come from, the rest of the boys trickled into alex’s room to hang out. they started messing around, teasing tara about the internet shipping her and alex.

“they honestly ship everyone if you stand within a five foot radius of each other” tara laughed, and alex nodded in agreement.

“they are probably going to ship you and him soon enough” tara remarked, looking between you and alex, who were sitting right next to each other.

the boys in the back immediately started exchanging knowing looks and smirking.

“really?” you ask, raising an eyebrow playfully.

alex laughed low in his throat, his gaze locking onto yours. “yea, actually. probably”

“i wouldn’t mind” you muttered, almost absentmindedly, just speaking your thoughts out loud.

you didn't think anyone would catch it over the room's noise, but you were so wrong.

tara gave you an amused look, while the boys in the back surged forward, grabbing alex by the shoulders and losing their minds. the chat was moving crazy.

i wasn’t going to ship butttt 👀

OMG she’s so flirty

adapt red af

he’s rlly him

u da tuffiest

alex’s neck and ears turned bright red and that’s when it hit you how loud your comment had actually been. you completely forgot that eyes that were listening in stream too.

“no, like i meant i wouldn’t pay attention to it, you know?” you tried to scramble to save your dignity, but it was already too late. everyone chose their preferred narrative.

“oh gosh. first and last time on stream” tara said, giggling uncontrollably.

as the night went on, the air in the room shifted. conversation flowed easily but every time you and alex traded a glance, there was an electric vibe.

tara and alex pulled up a video of tara trying to scare him while he was dead asleep. you guys laughed at the failed attempt.

“maybe next time i’ll bring you so we can actually scare him” tara teased.

“wouldn’t mind seeing you at night in my bed,” alex blurted out, his eyes instantly widening. your cheeks went completely, burning hot. “you know, trying to scare me with tara” he rushed to clear his throat a beat later, looking entirely flustered.

the conversation smoothly drifted back to the party earlier that night.

“oh yea, it was a vampire vs rockstar party” you chime in.

“so there’s people walking around with fake fangs in there?” he asked, amused.

you nodded. right on cue, jason walked into the room, having just woken up from a nap. you greeted him, and he and tara peeled off to talk on the other side of the room.

left in your own little orbit, you and alex leaned in closer.

“so, are you going to be around for more halloween parties?” he asked softly, lowering his voice just enough so it felt like it was meant only for you.

“yes, im super excited,” you say, a grin spreading across your face. “i already have some of my costumes planned out”

“oh for real? what are you planning?” he asked, turning his chair to face you.

you could hear tara and jason laughing in the background, but they felt miles away beneath the intensity of alex’s eye contact.

you offer a slow, teasing shrug. “you’re just going to have to wait and see”

a slow, crooked smile formed on his lips. “alright, alright. i’ll be waitin’” he murmured.

“what about you?” you ask, resting your chin in your palm, your elbow braced against the arm of the chair.

“what about me?” he said with a low smirk, a toothpick casually dangling from his lips, which was majorly distracting in the best way possible.

“are you planning on dressing up at all?”

“uh... only if you help me come up with something good” he replies, his eyes dropping briefly to your lips before tracking back up to meet your gaze.

before you can answer, some of the other boys wander back into the room dragging jason and tara into a loud talk with the rest. eventually, blaire pops her head in wanting tara to come downstairs to try some cookies they just baked and the rest of the group goes downstairs.

“so, what would you like to be?” you ask, returning to the topic before you get distracted again.

“my chat keeps telling me i should dress up as tyler durden from fight club” he says, pulling up his phone to search it up.

“ohh yea, that’s a classic” you say, leaning in to glance at his screen.

he should be skinny pete tho

BLUD DOESNT LOOK LIKE BRAD PITT

u guys should do matching costumes!!!

“who’s skinny pete?” you ask, giggling at the random name flashing in the chat.

“ahh, they say i look like him” he laughs, typing it into google. “he’s a character from breaking bad”

you burst out laughing as the image results load. “okay wait, the fit is actually so accurate”

“and they think my hair is too” he says, standing up to grab a beanie off his desk that matches the character's look.

“but chat thinks i should buzz my hair off again” he adds, pulling the beanie off and running a hand through his messy locks to fluff them back up.

acting on pure instinct, you reach out and pluck the beanie right out of his hands, placing it on your own head instead. “no, don’t cut your hair” you say, your voice dropping a little softer as your hand instinctively reaches out, your fingers brushing gently through the soft strands at the nape of his neck.

he freezes for a fraction of a second, his eyes darkening. “you don’t think? i had it buzzed a while back and then bleached it”

“what? lemme see” you prompt, moving the chair closer.

he unlocks his phone to pull up pictures and without even realizing it, you’ve both completely invaded each other's personal space. him holding up the phone screen and you leaning in close, your shoulder pressed against his as you go through his camera roll together.

you look up slightly to read the chat.

w iso

i feel like im interrupting

w tara and the boys for the iso

are we sure this is the first time they met?

“what does ISO mean?” you ask.

“don’t pay attention to that” alex murmurs, his voice dropping a low tone. he doesn't pull away, even though you’re close enough that you can feel the warmth emitting from his body. “though i feel like the chat is just currently pointing out what you’re doing to me”

you let out a breathy laugh, your eyes flicking down to his lips for a second before darting right back up to his eyes. “me? i’m not doing anything, i’m innocent”

“innocent?” he scoffs, a grin spreading across his face as he leans in a fraction of an inch closer. “right and i’m a saint. you’re over here playing with my hair, stealing my beanie and looking at me like that. you’re trying to ruin me on stream, aren't you?”

“maybe” you whisper back, feeling a thrill run straight down your spine.

before alex can lean in any further, the heavy door bursts wide open, completely shattering the bubble.

“okay, lovebirds, break it up!” tara sings out, walking back into the room with half a chocolate chip cookie in her hand and a smug grin across her face.

cockblocker

ah hell nah

tara bruh, let them lock in

blaire pops in right behind her, laughing. “we brought reinforcements because you two looked too cozy over here”

“we weren't doing anything” alex says smoothly, though his voice is slightly tense and his hand quickly moves to rub the back of his neck as he leans back in his chair.

“mhm, sure” jason chimes in, grabbing a water bottle from the desk. “your uber is literally two minutes away. you gotta roll if you want to make your flight, tara”

tara groans, dramatically throwing her head back. “y/n, pack your bags, you’re coming to vegas to dj with me”

“as tempting as it sounds,” you laugh, “i actually want some sleep”

“ugh, fine, your loss” tara sighs, grabbing her small bag. she turns to alex, giving him a cheeky wave. “take good care of her while i’m gone, alex. don’t scare her off with your weird chat”

“always do” alex replies, standing up from his chair. his eyes find yours instantly, completely ignoring the rest of the room. “i’ll walk you guys out, say bye chat”

noo we wanted sleepover

ugh we want more content

u need to collab again !!!

as you all head down the stairs toward the front door. the guys are still loudly joking and teasing. you lag a step behind, pulling on your jacket when alex suddenly slows his pace to match yours.

“so,” he says quietly, sliding his hands into the pockets of his hoodie as he looks down at you, his expression softening into something entirely genuine. “you’re just going to leave me here alone to deal with chat after all of that?”

“absolutely” you tease, flashing a smile. “consider it your punishment for this being my first stream experience”

he lets out a low chuckle, stepping just close. “mean, but i guess it gives me an excuse to text you later to make sure you made it home safe”

“is that right?” you tilt your head, a flutter going in to your chest.

“mhm” he says, his gaze dropping to your lips one last time before the front door swings wide open to reveal your waiting uber. he holds the door open for you, his voice dropping to a smooth murmur as you step past him into the night. “text me when you're home, y/n. we’ve still got costumes to plan”

august 2026 / merakiletters

[merakiletters]

SPORTS CAR ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ⸝⸝ core

⎯ ⟢ you finally convinced him to let you drive his car

ft. fem reader / adapt, jason, ron, marlon, silky & lacy

content. one-shots ,, wc. 3k

ADAPT has always been the type to put your safety first, always making sure you have a jacket when you go out, even if you swore you didn't need one, making sure you eat and sleep properly and checking that you’re safe whenever you head out with your friends at night.

so of course it was no surprise when he absolutely refused to let you even touch the keys to his nissan gt-r.

“just around the coastline, i’ll be safe” you beg.

“i don’t know, baby” he shakes his head, a faint trace of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

the two of you are tangled up together on his bed. you're straddling his lap with your legs locked around his hips, sitting upright while he leans back against the headboard and his hands resting lazily on your waist.

“aw, c’mon” you continue your act.

it wasn’t even that you desperately needed to drive his car, it was more about knowing you could wrap him around your finger whenever you really wanted to.

“just this once” you murmur, widening your eyes with a pout on your lips while your index finger traces a slow, deliberate path across his chest.

he groans, catching your wrist. “don’t look at me like that”

“like what?” you feign innocence, batting your lashes.

“like bambi” he mutters and the choice of words makes you laugh out loud.

“i am not looking at you like anything” you say, leaning in close. “what if we get a sweet treat after?” you say, sliding right back into negotiations.

he closes his eyes and drags a hand down his face, fighting a battle he practically already lost. you bite down on your smile, you already know you've won.

“fine” he grumbles and you immediately shower his face with affectionate kisses.

“ah, thank you, oh my gosh, you’re officially my favorite boyfriend” you announce, scrambling off his lap and heading straight for your shoes.

“i better be the only one, especially after letting you do this” he says, pushing himself up off the bed to follow you.

the engine purrs to life so smoothly that you consider taking back every single time you scolded alex for being extra and driving a ridiculously loud car.

you pull out onto the open road, taking in the view ahead as the sun sets lower, painting the horizon in streaks of pink and orange that are a total sight for sore eyes.

alex’s hand rests warm on your thigh. when you glance over, you catch a soft smile playing on his lips, the kind that makes your chest tighten with a sudden rush of warmth.

you press down a little harder on the acceleration, the g-force pressing you gently back into your seat. you chuckle softly when you feel alex’s hand tighten its grip on your leg. his protective instincts kicking in on autopilot.

“don’t worry, i’ve got us” you tease, your headlights cutting through the dark as you glide into a tunnel.

“if we crash and die, you’re still buying the sweet treat” he deadpans as you emerge back out onto the beachside highway.

“uh-huh, sure” you giggle and you feel the brush of his lips as he presses a soft and lingering kiss to your cheek.

it’s not like he ever really says no to you anyway, but you save the bambi eyes method in your back pocket for later. you might just have to use it a lot more often.

JASON ’s nerves weren’t because you were driving — well, part of them.

it was that he knew there was a part of you that would enjoy the thrill of a fast sports car, and there wasn’t much self control inside him to stop himself from purchasing you one if you really wanted it.

and he had a feeling you did.

your smile was precious, the wind was kissing your hair making it go in different directions and somehow you still managed to look effortlessly beautiful. there was a mischievous glint in your eyes as you pressed down on the acceleration of his mercedes maybach.

not only was the interior stunning, so was the engine. as you cruised around calabasas under a blanket of sparkling stars, jason’s heart felt entirely full.

“we should do this more often” you say, glancing over at the passenger seat.

jason breaks his gaze from the road to look at you, a soft smile pulling at the corner of his lips. he reaches across the center console, letting his hand gently find yours on the leather gear shift, his thumb tracing your knuckles.

“only if you promise to let me spoil you afterwards,” he murmurs, his voice low over the hum of the engine. “if you keep driving like this, i might just have to clear out a spot in the garage for your new car by tomorrow morning”

you shoot him a playful and disbelieving look, your grip tightening around the wheel. “and would that be a problem, mr?”

“it would be a promise,” he chuckles, leaning his head back against the headrest. he knew he was completely at your mercy and loving every single day. “but at the moment, keep your eyes on the road, miss”

RON had good taste in many things.

clothes, music, and girls. well, a girl. you. but especially in cars.

he had two cars that he adored more than anything in the world. though, not as much as he adored you.

“please,” you begged, leaning over the door as you fluttered your eyelashes, “just let me drive it before laiys does” you suggest.

the three of you had just wrapped up a late night photoshoot for his clothing line, which meant you had spent the last two hours posing in his oversized hoodies, right up against the hood of his favorite car.

laiys and the rest of the crew had finally packed up their cameras and left and you’d told them you’d see them back the house with ron.

that had been ten minutes ago and you were currently refusing to get out of the driver's seat, trying to sweet talk your boyfriend into handing over the keys.

“i won’t speed, i won’t scratch the paint, i’ll actually come to a complete stop at the stop signs and i swear on my life i won't hit a single pothole” you plead from behind the wheel.

you looked up at him through the open window, offering your best irresistible pout. he just looked back down at you with that stupid, lopsided smile that drove you out of your mind. his arms were crossed over his chest and dangling lazily from his fingers were the keys to his porsche 911 gt3 rs.

“is that seriously all you’ve got to convince me?” he hums, dripping with amusement.

you roll your eyes playfully, biting down on your lower lip. “well, i do have a much better offer but we kind of have to get back to the house for that one” you murmur, your gaze locking onto his.

he barks out a soft laugh, shaking his head as he uncrosses his arms. “ah, fuck it” he caves, sliding the keys off his finger.

he drops them right into your open palm but before he can pull his hand away, he steps closer, leaning in through the window just enough to steal the air right out of your lungs.

“you better make this drive worth it, baby” he murmurs before stepping into the passenger seat and letting you take the wheel.

as you cruise down the familiar road toward the house, ron’s smile doesn’t slip from his face for a single second.

he tries to shout out helpful tips over the roar of the car, but half the time his voice gets completely lost beneath the rumbling sound of the engine.

the sudden g force pushes you both back into your leather seats as the salty, midnight breeze rushes in through the cracked windows, tangling in your hair.

you pull up to a red light, idling for a moment in the empty street. in the lane next to you, the driver of a lowered car rolls down their window, giving the porsche a respectful nod. ron casually tilts his head back, returning the gesture with a smirk.

the road is clear and the light turns green but before the car can really go forward, ron’s hand shoots out. his fingers gently wrapping around your jaw to turn your face toward his.

he pulls you in for a sudden kiss. you melt into it instantly, returning it slow and sweet. right against your lips, you can feel the exact moment ron’s mouth curves into a grin.

you break away, breathless and laughing. “what?” you whisper, the contagion of his smile catching on your own face.

“nothing. just stalling you from finishing the ride” he teases, leaning back in his seat.

“the only ride you’re stalling is the one you’re getting the second we walk through the front door” you snap back smoothly.

he lets out a low laugh, shaking his head. “such a tease” he murmurs, his eyes dark with amusement as you slam your foot back down on the accelerator.

he takes one last glance at you, wearing his clothes, driving his car and wearing the faint gloss of a kiss that belonged entirely to him.

he didn't even have to think twice. he knew right then and there that he would hand you the keys to anything you wanted for the rest of his life.

MARLON always wants the best for you, whether that is in your personal life or material possessions.

it’s no surprise you enjoy luxury for yourself as well, it really was an acquired taste.

so it came as no surprise when marlon finally agreed to let you take the wheel of his lamborghini aventador svj.

you had promised him only driving around the neighborhood, somewhere safe and where you wouldn’t get lost.

that promise lasted ten minutes.

“—i swear you said turn left!” you exclaimed, gripping the steering wheel a little too tight as you stared down an entirely unfamiliar street.

“no, i clearly said right” marlon said, leaning back against the seat. he wasn’t angry in the slightest, mostly too amused by your panic.

“you’re so much worse than my gps” you muttered as you both rolled to a stop at a red light, your heart hammering against your ribs.

marlon chuckled as he reached over, his fingers gently tapping the back of your hand where it rested on the gear shift. “after this light, you’ll go right, ok? right, not left” he said, trying to guide you guys back toward familiar territory.

you nodded, taking a deep breath and moving the car forward. as the light turned green and you rolled up to the upcoming intersection, your stomach dropped.

“marlon, that’s the freeway entrance” you say, voice pitching up.

“i know, it’s faster than the street” he replies casually.

“it’s a faster way to die, yes” you shoot back, “i don’t wanna take the freeway, look at it”

unfortunately, the heavy flow of traffic and the lanes went against you, sending you straight onto the ramp before you could even blink.

there were too many cars, too much roaring noise and the engine suddenly felt terrifyingly loud.

you let out a dramatic whine as a massive semi truck merged into the lane right next to you, towering over the sports car. “marlon, the truck next to us is going to crush us, i can feel it”

“shut up, no it’s not,” he says, hiding a grin as he tries to reassure you, “just speed up, let the car do its job”

“im scared to, what if we get pulled over?” you ask, eyes darting to the rearview mirror.

“lapd don’t give a fuck” he teases, “just press on the gas and for the love of god, read the signs ahead so we don’t get lost again”

you press down on the pedal and the car surges forward, throwing you back into your seat as you go flying down the lane. the roaring engine and road suddenly feel a lot less scary when marlon’s warm hand lands on your neck. his fingers resting softly at the nape, thumb brushing a soothing circle against your skin.

“turn right up here, make sure no cars are coming on this lane” he says, keeping his touch steady and grounding as he signals for the exit.

“don’t worry, i’ve got it” you say, a small smile finally breaking through your stress.

once you safely drive off the ramp and pull into a quiet, empty parking lot to swap seats, marlon kills the engine for you. before you can unbuckle, he reaches over, cups your cheek, and pulls you in for a soft kiss.

“see?” he murmurs against your lips, a smile touching the corners of his mouth. “you survived. though next time, maybe we stick to the passenger seat”

SILKY always notices the little things about you, like the way your eyes light up the second you see something you want.

right now, they're locked entirely on his mercedes amg gt 63.

he promised a proper date night after being away for days and now that he’s finally back, you’re making sure he follows through.

“—and they have valet parking, so you don't even have to stress about me parallel parking” you finish your reasoning on why you should drive the car to dinner.

he folds his arms, a slow smile pulling at his mouth. “why are you so adamant about driving my car, huh?”

“wouldn’t it be nice if i chauffeured you for once?” you shrug innocently.

“it’s a date i’m taking you on. i’m supposed to be the gentleman” he fires back.

“so? you don’t think a girl can drive her guy around?”

“i know a girl can. i just don’t know about you” he teases, raising a brow.

“we’ll see about that” you swipe the keys right out of his coat pocket and walk around the front. “come on, passenger princess, get in”

as you slide behind the wheel, he watches you, hiding a grin. he knows you’re fully capable, he just loves pushing your buttons.

“i can feel you staring” you call out,

he hums. “i just wanna look at you, gorgeous”

butterflies erupts in your stomach. “keep talking like that and i will crash us”

he chuckles. “you look good behind the wheel. maybe i should let you drive mor—”

his words cut off as you slam hard on the brakes, bringing the car to a screeching halt. his hand instantly shoots out to check on you before he glares at the windshield.

a raccoon and a line of tiny babies are casually walking across the street.

“j, look!” you exclaimed.

“christ, you scared me half to death over some raccoons” he groans.

“whoops” you shrug, watching them scramble up the curb.

twenty minutes later, you pull into the restaurant’s lot. the valet opens your door, offering a hand and whistling at the sleek machine. “nice ride, ma’am”

“thank you” you smile, accepting the compliment on the car's behalf.

silky walks up beside you, smirking. “i hope we do have a nice dinner, because if not, we might have to go back out and look for the raccoons and eat them”

you nudge him hard in the ribs. “shut up, they were cute”

“not as cute as you” he fires back, wrapping an arm around your waist.

you look up, grinning triumphantly. “see? letting me drive wasn't that bad”

he rolls his eyes, smiling too. “yeah, yeah. just for the record, you’re definitely not driving back home”

“whatever” you laugh, letting him lead you inside.

LACY watched as you leaned against the passenger door of his mercedes amg sl 63, crossing your arms, wearing an expression he quite couldn’t put his finger on.

“i deserve this, nick” you drawled, batting your eyelashes with fake innocence. “we’re practically married and i have yet to touch the steering wheel”

lacy chuckled, resting an elbow on the center console and turning to look at you with an amused smirk.

“this car has more horsepower than common sense, it requires a delicate touch”

“i have a delicate touch!” you scoffed, shifting your weight. “you know all about my delicate touch” you countered smoothly, sliding across the supple leather seat until you were practically in his lap, invading his personal space with absolute confidence.

you looped your arms around his neck, flashing a smile that you knew he was entirely defenseless against.

lacy let out a low laugh, his hands instinctively settling on your waist to keep you steady. “oh, really? because the last time you tested your delicate touch on something of mine, my spiderman lego set completely crumbled at your hands”

“that wasn’t entirely my fault and you know it” you murmured, pressing a light, teasing kiss just beneath his jawline. “now, let me drive your precious car, nick. please?”

he looked into your big and persuasive eyes, feeling the obvious trap closing in around him. he glanced down at the steering wheel, back up at your face and finally sighed with a dramatic display of defeat.

"if you scratch anything," lacy warned, tapping a stern finger against the tip of your nose, "i am selling every single piece of clothing you own to pay for the repair bill”

"fair" you shrugged, utterly unfazed by the threat.

within seconds, you two had scrambled over the center console in a clumsy tangle of long limbs, stifled curses and quiet laughter, trading places.

once you finally dropped into the driver's seat, you buckled your seatbelt with a satisfying click, adjusted the rearview mirror and gave yourself a quick nod of approval in the glass.

"just remember," lacy muttered from the passenger side, already reaching over to grab the overhead handle just in case, "this isn't your regular car. so, ease onto the gas"

"relax, i've got this" you teased, shifting the car into drive.

as you pulled out onto the open road, the wind whipped through the open windows and the aggressive growl of the engine vibrated right through the car. your initial nervous tension melted away instantly.

you glanced over at lacy, who was watching your profile with a quiet and soft expression, the teasing edge completely gone from his eyes.

"not bad," he admitted quietly, a fond smile breaking through. "for a maniac like you"

august 2026 / merakiletters

[merakiletters]

LOVEEEEEE SONG

❝ got me wondering, i’m wondering if im on your mind ❞

pairing: stableronaldo x fem!reader

summery: sometimes you just need to clear up the air face-to-face or lips-to-lips when it comes to misunderstandings.

content: 18+

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the charity event wasn’t supposed to be anything too heavy, just an afternoon where streamers traded their setups for sport matches in order to raise money for charity.

after an exhausting soccer match, you and jason lay flat on the grass, completely breathless. the two of you had been paired alongside other creators as team one.

unfortunately, while the opposing team had a few unexpectedly athletic players, your team's lack of stamina led to a lost and the other side was making sure everyone knew it.

"soccer’s never been my strength" jason mutters from beside you, wiping sweat from his forehead.

"no sport's been mine" you reply, pushing yourself up to a sitting position to sip on a bottle of water.

a few friendly opponents walk by to offer a casual "gg’s" which you trade with polite nods and smiles. but as you sit there catching your breath, one of jason’s roommates walks over. throughout the match, he’d been playing aggressively, taunting relentlessly from the opposite side. now off the field, he doesn't seem to have an off switch.

"that game was like a toy for thanos” he says loudly, shaking jason’s shoulder roughly.

he keeps the stream bait trash talk going at top volume. you don't know much about the guys jason streams with.

your content is entirely different, baking and cooking tutorials, irl’s with your friends and the rare, horror game streams where your chat scares you more than the game itself. you certainly didn't know how jason's friends got along with him outside of edited videos, especially since jason himself was always sweet and genuinely funny whenever you collab.

jason maintains a tight, deadpan expression, staring straight into his camera while ron continues his bit.

frowning slightly at the noise, you scan the place until you spot your friend ellysa waving from the sidelines. you lift a hand to wave back. uninterested in entertaining whatever bit ron is running, you reach out to tap jason’s shoulder, your fingers brushing against ron’s hand in the process.

"hey, i’m going to go say hi to ellysa," you tell jason quietly, stepping back. "see you later, okay?"

jason just nods, offering a brief goodbye before you turn and walk away.

a few days later, social media is flooded with recycled clips from the charity event. most of it is harmless, but one short segment stands out. the exact moment ron was looming over jason while you gave a completely neutral, blanked out look of pure confusion.

to you, it was nothing. you understood they were just being loud content creators. but the internet loves to create something out of nothing. your mentions are suddenly packed with strangers analyzing your micro expressions and claiming you looked miserable or judgmental.

you ignore it. your own community knows you didn't mean anything by it.

that is until you see a clip of ron reacting to the very same viral video on his own stream.

"honestly, i don’t really know who she is," ron says, leaning back in his chair after clicking the link. "but how are you going to act like that when you go to an event full of streamers who are loud? especially since me and j are friends”

his chat floods the screen with immediate agreement.

exactly she didn’t need to make a face or anything

who even is she???

honestly i only know her bc of jason

you still weren't planning on addressing it, until the people from his fanbase starts invading your comment sections on every platform.

later that week, while mid stream baking a batch of pumpkin muffins, the chat won't let it go. you sigh, wiping flour off your hands, and lean against the kitchen counter to look directly into your camera.

"okay, look. i see your comments, and i genuinely didn't want to bring this up because it's a massive misunderstanding," you say, keeping your tone light. "i didn't make a 'face' on purpose. i was just confused because jason wasn't saying anything back, and i'd never hung out with the guys he lives with before. it was my first time seeing that dynamic live, so i was literally just observing. and when i walked away, it was because i saw ellysa, not because it had anything to do with ron"

you offer a small, helpless shrug. "it got dragged out way further than it needed to be"

ik my queen was simply misunderstood

i was in the trenches defending her

girl we been known it wasn’t a big deal

his fans are so parasocial

the address puts a temporary stop to it, but the internet never forgets.

⟡

by mid-october, the autumn chill has taken over and the leaves outside are scattered.

jason sends you an invitation to a halloween party at the core house. after debating whether it’s worth to go or not, your friends finally convinced you into saying yes.

the moment you step through the front door, you can smell the heavy mix of cheap alcohol, fog machines and crowded body heat.

groups are clustered outside on the porch, nursing drinks in the crisp air while the living room throbs with heavy music.

you find your group quickly. one of your creator friends gasps as soon as she spots you.

"you look insane, oh my god" she shrieks, eyeing your raven costume from teen titans, complete with the dark violet hooded cape, black leotard, and the small red gem resting neatly between your brows.

"thanks, so do you, gorgeous" you laugh, admiring her own vampire makeup.

you spend the first hour mingling, grabbing a drink, and wandering through the maze of people. it’s strange seeing the house mostly camera free for once.

that camera free peace shatters the second you bump into jason.

he’s holding a small setup, streaming the party. his eyes widen the second he spots you. "no way. your costume—"

"what about it?" you ask, raising your eyebrows.

"yo, j!" someone shouts from across the room, cutting jason off and making you both spin around.

you have got to be kidding me.

emerging from the kitchen is ron. he is dressed as beast boy, sporting the classic purple and black long sleeve, hair completely covered in bright green spray paint, matching the small green face paint smudged across his jawline.

your face instantly heats up. jason immediately starts laughing right in your face because he knows exactly how the internet is going to twist this, especially after the misunderstanding.

ron freezes dead in his tracks as his eyes land on your costume.

"i know you’re actually fucking lying to me" ron mutters, staring at you in absolute disbelief as he closes the distance between you two.

you roll your eyes, a reluctant smirk pulling at the corners of your mouth.

this was some sort of karma.

"should've let me know it was a teen titans theme, i would've dressed up as robin" jason jokes directly to his chat, panning the camera between the two of you like a proud matchmaker.

you just shake your head, laughing under your breath as you back away from the lens and drift toward the kitchen to escape the camera and jason.

the cold marble of the kitchen counter cuts through the fabric of your costume as you rest your elbows on it, watching the sea of bodies move to the rhythm of the music.

a sudden weight shifts beside you.

"so, raven. you're the one who looked at me like i kicked a puppy on stream last week" ron says, leaning his hip against the counter with a plastic red cup dangling lazily from his fingers. he’s got a smirk plastered across his face, looking too pleased with himself.

you turn your head slowly, offering him the most unimpressed look "i didn’t look at you like anything. i was just trying to figure out if you ever turn your volume down or if screaming into a camera is your usual self"

ron chuckles, "wow. first time we’ve ever actually spoken face to face and you're already coming for my throat. what, were you mad i didn't know who you were when your fans started crying in my chat?"

your eyes narrow, though the corner of your mouth twitches, threatening to betray you. "first of all, i didn't care. second of all, i didn't even make a face, your chat just loves making drama out of thin air. not that a guy like you can comprehend nuance"

“for the record, your little fans came into my chat first. you owe me an apology or at least a better reaction than that blank stare you gave me on the field" he fires back.

"an apology?" you scoff, crossing your arms over your chest, the little gem between your brows catching the warm overhead kitchen lights. "you spent twenty minutes on a live to complain about a girl standing near jason who made a face, big deal, kid”

ron laughs, a loud, obnoxious sound, but there’s a strange and playful warmth in his eyes that definitely wasn't there before. "honestly, i thought you'd be way more boring in person"

"how unfortunate for you that i’m not" you reply, tilting your chin up with a sharp, sweet smile. “are you going to keep standing here talking about internet drama like a loser or are you going to find yourself useful?"

"oh, and how would i do that?" ron taunts, raising his cup toward you with a cocky grin.

“beer pong, beast boy. let's see if you're as good at drowning cups as you are at complaining"

you really wished you had an explanation for what you did after or more like who you did.

maybe you’ll blame it on the alcohol.

but the alcohol wasn’t the one who pushed you into the upstairs bathroom, closing and locking the door behind you while his hands trail down your body.

“ron” you sigh as he made his way down your jaw, papering kisses down your neck.

“i like it when you say my name like that” he murmurs against your skin, a smug little vibration in his voice that makes you want to bite him.

“shut up and kiss me” you mutter back.

he laughs before placing his hand down your thighs and effortlessly lifting you up. you felt the cold marble of the sink counter at the back of your legs.

as he continued to work his tongue against yours, you felt his hands start to wander. wasting no time his fingers found your already slicked core, rubbing you through your clothes. he set a rhythm that made you whimper as you tilted your head back.

you felt his mouth back on your neck, his smirk placing kisses and sucking just enough to know that he’ll leave a mark, but you were too enticed to care.

“please, ron” you whine as your hands trail down his hips, fumbling with the buttons of his pants.

he made a tsk sound, “tell me what you want and it’s yours, but i need to hear you say it, baby”

“you’re insufferable, you know that?” you whine out, glaring half heartedly at him.

“and yet, here you are” he replies, his smugness practically audible.

“c’mon, i know you’re a good girl. say it and it’s all yours” he says as he slowly undoes his buttons.

and if you weren’t already about to fuck him, you probably would have after hearing that.

“want you, ron. s‘bad” your dignity flew out the window the second the words come out your mouth but you’re too busy to care as you watch him pull his length out.

your fingers slowly wrap around it and he hisses. you start to stroke him and the small sounds that come out of him while matching yours are your personal heaven.

“fuck, you’re good at that” he groans, his fingers tightening in your hair.

“practice” you tease breathlessly, which earned you a dark, warning look from him. “careful”

he holds your hands, stopping your movement. before you could question him, he takes a small step back and helps you widen your thighs.

he pulls you closer to the edge of the counter, pulls your clothes to the side and aligns himself up. with your slick core and willingness, he’s able to bury himself inside you with one thrust.

you gasp and he moans as you rest your head on his shoulder. instead of going slow, his fast strokes and grunts only excite you more.

“fuck” he groans as he establishes a rhythm that has you seeing stars. every thrust has you gasping and whining, and suddenly you’re thankful for the loud music outside.

“still don’t like me?” he breathes out, his voice rough against your ear as he drives into you.

“at all” you pant, clutching at his shoulders as your nails dig in.

ron’s hips start to slam against you deliciously with a sense of urgency. his cock kisses your cervix perfectly with each thrust, and you’re almost sure the tight coil inside you was ready to snap any second now.

your breaking point came as he knew you were close and his finger came in contact with your clit.

“oh gosh, ron!” you cried.

“that’s it, baby. thought you didn’t like me and now look at you, coming around my cock” he groans against your ear.

the mix of his words, his fingers and each thrust caused you to tilt your head back once again, moaning his name as you finally released.

and hearing you come undone must have been his breaking point because as soon as you started to ride out your orgasm, his hips shuddered against yours, releasing himself inside you, followed by a small string of broken curses, “fuck, fuck”

you were both panting and he was still inside you, but as you both locked eyes, you couldn’t help but laugh.

“well,” he whispers, a slow grin spreading across his face. “that’s one way to clear the air”

“shut up” you giggle, shoving his chest weakly.

he slides out of you with a small hiss, and you try to clean yourselves up.

as you look at yourself in the mirror, trying to fix your hair, he lands a kiss on your cheek and messes your hair up again.

“hey!” you protest, swatting at his hands.

you roll your eyes and turn to face him, wiping some of the smudged lipstick off his face with your thumb.

he unlocks the door, peeking through a small gap before he turns around and tells you the coast is clear.

as the two of you step out, you simply can’t imagine yourself going back to the party after that.

and as if ron read your mind, he leans down to your ear and whispers, “do you want to head to my room, instead?”

“anything to get away from jason” you mutter.

he laughs softly.

he leans down again and tells you he'll grab a water from downstairs and he’ll meet you up.

you nod and walk towards where he had told you his room was.

unfortunately, you forgot it was still a party and jason comes around from the corner with his camera and all.

“woah, where you going?” jason asks and you try to scramble for a quick lie.

“just... getting some air” you say, your voice pitching up.

he glances down at his chat, his face clearly confused and you try to read it too.

“yo, can you look to the side for me?” he asks, and so you do.

what you had clearly missed in the dimly lit bathroom mirror was a small smudge of green paint across your jaw, the exact same paint ron had been using.

“yo! what the fuck? don’t tell me it’s from who i think it’s from” he exclaims, his chat instantly exploding.

before you have any time to panic, ron pulls up from the corner with two waters in his hands, freezing dead in his tracks the second he sees the camera pointed directly at your face.

ron’s eyes dart from the camera lens to the green smudge on your jaw and for a second it’s so quiet you forget there was a party downstairs.

jason grins, pointing the camera right between the two of you. “care to explain why she looks like she just made out with the grinch over here?”

“turn the fucking camera off, jason,” ron mutters, stepping directly into the frame to block the lens with his hand, though it’s way too late.

you bury your face in your hands, realizing that your secret hookup is now known to millions of viewers.

july 2026 / merakiletters

[merakiletters]

TRAINING WHEELS

❝ is this coming off in a cheesy way? ❞

paring: professor!adapt x fem!streamer!reader

request: by anonymous / “can you do something where adapt and reader meet at streamer u and they’re both really flirty with eachother the whole time and it’s just lots of tension”

content: sfw

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you knew the hype around streamer university. you were grateful to experience this college-like setting, even with cameras following everyone’s every move.

the first day was definitely a little overwhelming, so many extroverts in one place at the same time. nothing you couldn’t handle, just something to adapt to over the next five days.

which, speaking of adapt, you were already late to his class.

you thought grabbing a quick iced coffee from the cafeteria would be no biggie. unfortunately, everyone else thought the same.

after meeting and greeting way too many people, your quick drink run turned into an unexpected meet and greet, making you ten minutes late.

figuring you were already behind, you got adapt a coffee, too. maybe it would help him let your tardiness slide.

“chat, do you think he’ll think i’m bribing him, or more like a ‘sorry i was late’ coffee?” you ask your camera, glancing down at your phone to read the scrolling chat.

“he’s nice, he’ll let it slide” your camerawoman, gianna, says as the two of you walk toward his classroom.

“really? i’ve heard he’s nice, but i’ve never met him. which is crazy because growing up, my friends would always watch him play video games” you say, checking the schedule picture on your phone. “wait, is this it? i think it is”

“this is bringing me school flashbacks in the worse way possible” you say as knock on the door, your nerves spiking as the muffled sound of laughter and talking filters through.

the door opens to reveal the professor himself.

“hello, i’m sorry i’m late” you say immediately.

“no worries, i’m adapt. nice to meet you” he says, offering a quick side hug.

you introduce yourself and gianna. as you step inside, the packed room erupts into a few teasing ‘ouu’s from your friends. you shake your head with a smile, glancing down at your chat.

the coffeeeeee!!!

girl was so worried abt entering class she forgot abt the coffee

adapt is so fine

“oh my gosh, wait,” you say, making adapt turn around. “here, i brought you this”

“w rizz!”

a voice screams from the back row. unfortunately, you know exactly who it belongs to. lacy is sitting in his wheelchair near the back, wearing a sly smirk. you glare at him, which only makes him laugh harder.

yooooo w assist lacy

w comms

I SHIPPPP

“oh, wow. thank you, that’s so nice” adapt says, taking the cup.

“yes, of course” you reply, your face feeling noticeably warmer.

you scan the room for an empty seat, but there are none left. “there’s no more seats” you whisper to gianna.

“oh, i know there aren’t any chairs left,” adapt says, pulling out his own desk chair. “here”

“oh, thank you” you say, pulling it to the back and parking it next to lacy.

as you sit down, lacy waits for you to look at him. you try your hardest to ignore his eyes, but fail and laugh quietly. “what do you want, lacy?” you whisper since adapt has already resumed the lecture.

lacy has collabed with you a time or two, alongside other core members like silky, who sits nearby and casually dabs you up.

“nothing, nothing” lacy whispers, pretending to wipe his nose while holding back laughter.

“whatever” you roll your eyes, glancing back down at your phone.

i ship her and adaaaa

you have to stay after class for that extra credih

i would be a teacher’s pet for him so bad

you cover your mouth and look up at the camera. “you guys are actually insane”

“what is your chat saying?” lacy asks from beside you.

you turn your phone so he can see the screen. he reads it, then repeats, “extra credih” but unfortunately says it just a bit too loud.

“what’s going on back there?” adapt asks, half-jokingly.

you shake your head, “nothing” but lacy chimes in right over you, “she said she needs to stay after class for extra help”

you cover your face as the class erupts into teasing laughs.

she’s highkey hella blushing

she wants himmmmm

w comms from lacy

adapt just smiles. “yes, i’m here after class if you need help with anything”

the rest of the lecture rolls by smoothly with a few more jokes, and adapt turns out to be a genuinely great teacher.

finally, class wraps up and everyone starts packing their things. you hear your name called from the front, it’s adapt, sitting at his desk. you tell gianna to wait outside, knowing your chat is already losing its mind.

she rlly wants that extra credih

omg i ship so hard

he’s rlly matter daddy

you roll the borrowed chair back up to the desk. “thanks for the chair”

“thanks for the coffee” he replies, smiling.

“it’s no problem”

with the classroom now empty, it’s just the two of you. “so, i’m really glad i got to meet you today” he says softly.

“ah, me too. i can’t believe we never crossed paths over at the core house before”

“oh yeah, sometimes i get busy, but here we are now” he says, holding your gaze just long enough to make your heart skip a beat. “though i'm thinking we should make up for lost time. maybe i’ll see you around later?”

your breath catches for a second, your face heating up all over again. “oh, yeah” you say, offering a shy smile.

“cool” he says, leaning back slightly against his desk.

“see you around, professor adapt” you say, turning the chair around and heading toward the door.

you push it open and step out into the hallway, immediately spotting gianna waiting against the wall with her phone out, a knowing grin already plastered across her face.

as your chat explodes with the absolute loudest messages you’ve ever seen, you let out a long breath, shaking your head as you walk over to her.

they took a lil too long

adapt rlly is Y/NB

unc still got game

i understand tho, she’s a baddie

⟡

the next day, there definitely was a clip or two of your interaction with adapt.

you didn’t really pay too much attention to it, being used to getting shipped if you shared air with anyone.

during adapt’s class, your chat was exploding with the same thing from the day prior even though not much happened.

“you need help over there?” he asks, pointing directly at you and your confused expression.

you were surprised he even noticed you were confused since you didn’t say a word about being confused at all.

omg he noticed herrrr

lowk i would stay after class again

why is he deadass a good prof?

he’s so different w her

by day three, it had died down a bit. your chat was mostly telling you to collab with some of the other streamers like yonna.

yonna was a sweet girl who had captured the hearts of many through her amazing and funny personality.

eventually, hanging out with her led you to meet up with plaqueboymax, marlon, and lacy as you helped them push lacy in his wheelchair. you guys were simply exploring the grounds of streamer u.

you were messing around with the guys and your camerawoman until you hear lacy scream, “daddy, daddy!”

you look up to find the culprit, and it’s no other than adapt.

he was dressed in all black, and you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander, taking a subtle second to check him out.

he dabs the guys up and makes his way over to you, pulling you in for an easy side hug. your chat immediately screams what’s practically echoing in your own mind.

HE GAVE HER A HUG

he looks so fineee

w y/n and adapt

“me and y/n got something for you,” lacy says, earning a puzzled look from you since you definitely don’t recall getting him a single thing.

lacy reaches into his pocket and pulls out a tiny hot dog keychain. “look, it’s a hot dog”

“oh my god, let’s fucking go” adapt says, dabbing him up again before nodding his head toward you.

god, he looked too good with those glasses on.

“we got you a hot dog, that means you have to give her your hot dog now” lacy announces, and you seriously wished the earth would open up a massive hole and swallow you whole.

not only was the innuendo atrocious, but howling laughter erupted from practically all of your friends. you simply muttered, “oh my gosh” grabbed the handles of lacy’s wheelchair to push him far away.

YOOO w lacy

the sponsors are not liking this one

she HIGHKEY wants him

L lacy for doing my girl dirty like that

“wait, don’t go!” lacy protests as everyone starts to walk the same way you were, though they conveniently lag a little behind.

adapt breaks into a light jog to easily catch up to your pace.

“you good?” he asks, a hint of genuine amusement and concern in his voice.

you cover your burning face with a hand, feeling the heat creep straight up to your ears. “yes, it’s just lacy trying desperately to be the clip” you say with a flustered, soft laugh.

he chuckles softly, the deep sound doing entirely too many things to your nervous system. without you even noticing, your friends have completely stopped following you, staying back by the staircase.

adapt slows his stride to match yours, glancing sideways at you with a slow, knowing smirk playing on his lips. “but honestly, if you wanted my attention, you didn't have to resort to pocket sized hotdog”

your eyes widening slightly at the direct hit. “i didn't buy you the hot dog” you defend quickly, though your voice betrays you, laced with a nervous smile.

“mhm, sure” he teases, stepping just a little closer so his shoulder brushes lightly against yours. “though if we're handing out trades? what's a guy gotta do to get your attention next time?”

you try to come up with a witty comeback, but your brain completely shuts down. your chat is undoubtedly losing their minds right now since gianna is probably just zooming into yours and adapt’s convo and letting lacy take over your stream.

“wow, okay. real confident, aren’t you?” you manage to say, shaking your head while trying to keep your composure, though you most certainly aren’t.

adapt laughs, a sound that makes your stomach do a stupid little flip. you two come to a complete halt, trapping you in your own little corner away from the group.

“only for you” he says smoothly, dropping his voice lower so it feels entirely meant for you.

you cant even focus on the way he’s looking at you, let alone maintain his eye contact. so instead, you focus entirely on the way the afternoon sun hits the frames around the building.

“you’re terrible” you mutter, there’s no real bite behind it. your soft smile slipping onto your face.

“more like, persuasive” adapt counters effortlessly, slipping his hands into the pockets of his black pants.

he glances back at the staircase where plaqueboymax, marlon, and lacy and the camera crowd are huddled together, making exaggerated whispering gestures and terrible kissing faces at the two of you.

yea, that’s definitely getting clipped.

“well,” adapt says, turning to face you fully, blocking your view from your friends, just enough to keep you looking right where he wants you.

his gaze is intense, locking onto yours with a playful challenge lingering in his eyes. “class starts early tomorrow. think you can survive another round of my class or are you gonna need another coffee bribe to save you?”

you cross your arms over your chest, biting your lower lip as you look up at him. “you’ll see, professor”

“can’t wait” he murmurs with a slow, wicked grin, before finally stepping around you to rejoin the group, leaving you standing there with your heart hammering in your chest.

⟡

the internet was going crazy with yesterday’s interaction of you and adapt.

clip after clip, edit after edit.

at first, you couldn’t believe he could actually be into you. just because you didn’t know each other so well, but now, there’s a possibility that he might most definitely be into you.

day four went by quick, everyone trying to make the most out of the day. meeting everyone they hadn’t, challenges, videos, clipfarming.

unfortunately, everyone was busy. and by everyone you mean adapt, you had hardly seen him after his class. not like you had anything specific you wanted to say, but it was nice the way he was making you feel.

by the last day, everyone was packing and recording their last moments.

you had skipped your classes, very carefully not to be caught.

kai is coming after her

nah fanum is running rn

look behind you 🤣

you went to the cafeteria after all classes were done, and it was pretty packed.

you met so many new people and definitely some potential new collabs.

as you made your way through the crowd, kai cenat’s voice was heard calling your name.

you were slightly scared, thinking you got caught ditching, but he simply asked you about your experience at streamer u.

“it was so much fun! thank you so much for having us, this was definitely a ten out of ten experience. can’t wait to see what’s for next year” you say as he places his arm around you and you speak into both your and his camera.

“of course, thank you for coming and putting your best foot forward” he says, and he smiles, “now what would you think if we brought some celebrities to next year’s university?”

“oh my gosh, that would be crazy, for sure. like who though?” you ask.

“some friends, you know,” he says. “you are definitely invited too” he adds, and you can practically hear his teasing voice as he says, “if you’re going to be there, i gotta bring adapt back too, huh?”

you try to ignore his comments by smiling, but you fail and laugh a little, “no, yea, back to the celebrities though, by bringing your friends, you mean like tyla?” you tease him back, emphasizing on friends.

“alright, well it was nice having you, okay? have fun” he says as he leaves immediately, smiling and understanding the joke too.

as he walks away he says, “also you gotta stop by the police department, you were caught at the party”

you turn to your camera and put a peace sign up, “fries, bro”

after some mingling is done, gianna stays back with the camera as she talks to some of the other camera crew.

you felt suffocated in the cafeteria due to the many people and stepped outside for a second.

unfortunately for you, your peace didn’t last long because you saw adapt walking towards the cafeteria with gilly, his cameraman.

he calls out your name as the two of you walk towards each other.

“hellooo” you say as you give adapt a side hug and dap up his cameraman.

“where are you heading right now?” he asks.

“um, i don’t really know. i just needed some air, it’s pretty packed in there” you say, “maybe i’ll go to the police department, though”

“why?” he says as both of you stand in front of the camera.

“the party” you say.

“ahh, yea. also, i know you weren’t in class today. what was that about?” he says, teasing.

you smile and shrug your shoulders.

“all right, flock. guess we are going to the police department, let’s go” he says as the two of you walk together, just talking and laughing with the camera following you behind.

once you reach the police department, you hear music coming from the outside.

“kai really popping off with security” you say as you knock, not even knowing if they could hear you.

fanum opened the door, “aye” he says as he steps to the side to let the three of you in.

“we know why y’all in here, just go take your mugshot, kids” he says as he grabs the handcuffs and walks over to the wall with the fake booking process.

“wait,” adapt says as he grabs the handcuffs from fanum and puts one on your wrist and one on his.

he hands you the placard, lifting it up along with your right wrist and his left one.

you treat it as if it were a photoshoot. three pictures are snapped.

one where the two of you pretend to be sad, another one where you two are mad, and the third one was where he made a joke and you are laughing while he’s just looking at you with a soft smile.

after that, you two head back outside where everyone is at the courtyard.

you’re still with adapt and gilly when you find gianna again and pull out your phone to actually read the chat again.

NAH she left us this whole time for adapt

they gotta be dating

Y/NB

that’s not teacher behavior

you laugh at your chat, explaining where you had gone and showing them the pictures.

adapt was now a little to the side on his own stream, some of the core boys having come up to him.

THOSE ARE SO GF AND BF CODED

ask him if he’ll miss u

im manifesting them tg

he’s the one, girl

“you guys are always easy as fuck” you say, giggling. gianna laughs too, knowing she’s reading the chat right along with you.

ron and jason move from adapt’s stream to yours and you guys start to chat.

“let’s go around to ask questions” jason says as he exchanges looks with ron.

they walk over to adapt, tapping him on the shoulder. “are you going to miss your favorite student?” he says.

you smack jason’s shoulder as ron laughs loudly in the background.

“bro” you say, that familiar heat rushing right back to your cheeks.

“and who’s that supposed to be?” adapt answers, a slow grin spreading across his face because he already knew who they meant.

“ouu, you’re not the favorite” ron teases, pointing right at you.

you roll your eyes, trying to look unfazed, but your smile gives you away completely.

adapt looks past jason and ron straight at you, his eyes locking onto yours as he steps a little closer.

CHAT ARE WE SEEING THIS!?!

my boy is STARING

SJHES SO STRONG

wait she’s actually blushing help

“i don’t have favorites, obviously, ” adapt says smoothly, his gaze never leaving your face, “but i guess i can make an exception”

your jaw drops slightly, your face burning hot as your chat goes completely crazy, spamming in all caps.

“oh, my god, you’re insufferable” you laugh, covering your hot face with your hands for a second before peeking through your fingers at him.

adapt just chuckles, stepping even closer so he’s right in your camera frame, lowering his voice just enough to tease you. “you can stick around after stream to argue about it, then”

the chat loses its absolute mind and even ron and jason start hollering in the background, completely satisfied with the chaos they just caused.

⟡

streamer university was over. and althought you made some really sweet memories, you were glad to be at the comfort of your own bed.

while reposting some videos on tiktok from your phone, you got a notification that made your heart drop a little.

thefazeadapt tagged you in a post.

you tap it instantly, scrolling through the photo dump. few selfies and pics where he somehow looks impossibly good, some group shots with the guys, and then you swipe to the very last slide.

it’s the photo of the two of you at the police department. the one where you’re laughing after his joke while he just looks at you, smiling.

the caption said, “if anyone knows anything about something (or abt her) lmk after class🫡”

your heart stutters for a second, that familiar, annoying pull in your chest snapping right back into place.

you bite your lip, thumb hovering over the comment section to type out a reply, when your phone buzzes against the mattress.

a text from an unsaved number flashes across the top of your screen, though you already know exactly who it belongs to.

july 2026 / merakiletters

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[merakiletters]

i knew it, i knew you

❝ for the fall free of being younger ❞

pairing: stableronaldo x fem!reader

summery: even when world gets to know your best friend, there are certain parts of him that remain entirely yours.

content: headcannons (sfw)

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most people believe in soulmates, while some don't. others are convinced they’re destined to meet the love of their life during college. you were never quite sure how much of that was true. the only thing you knew for certain was that you had met your other half, platonic or not, sitting in a middle school classroom.

when two boys decided it was fun to tease you about your two pigtails, calling you “childish” and “immature”, he was the only one who bothered to step in, telling them to leave you alone.

childhoodbsf!ron who also loved to tease you, just in a much nicer way.

“those two are some of the stupidest boys in our class” he said. “thanks for defending me” you muttered, genuinely appreciative. “no worries. but maybe lose the pigtails, they're way too easy to mess with” he teased, reaching over to give one of them a slight tug.

childhoodbsf!ron ever since that day, he had firmly stuck to your side.

eighth grade, when the boy you had a huge crush on admitted to liking your best friend instead. “for me, he said ‘tbh you seem chill but i don’t really know you,’ and for hers he said ‘tbh you’re cute’” you whined, burying your face in your hands “well, he said he doesn't really know you, so...” rani tried to encourage you, though it didn’t make it sting any less.

freshman year, when the thought of entering high school had your stomach tied in knots. “what if i get bullied?” you asked him, panic written all over your face. “it’s way more likely for me to get shoved into a locker than for you to experience any sort of bullying” he said, flashing a grin to lighten the mood.“rani, i’m serious. what if i don’t make any girl friends?” “for what? you have me. i’ll be a girl for you if you want” he joked, earning a laugh that finally broke your anxiety.

sophomore year, when he decided he wanted to start streaming. you didn’t really get the whole vision at first, but nevertheless, you supported him every step of the way. “i’m not playing fortnite with you, rani” you announced from the comfort of his bed. “c’mon! just one round” he pleaded, shooting you a look over his shoulder. but how could you claim to support his dreams if you wouldn’t even play his games?

junior year, when you completely bombed your driver’s test. “he was so rude! he practically scolded me just because i put my indicators on a second late” you sniffled. he immediately pulled you into a tight hug, resting his chin right on the top of your head. “i know, i know” he murmured, rubbing your back to soothe you.

and then came life after school, when the one person you could tell anything to, the one person whose laugh was entirely yours, slowly stopped becoming only yours.

childhoodbsf!ron who bought you whatever you wanted without making a big deal out of it.

“you want it? just get it” he shrugged as you stood frozen, debating whether or not to make the purchase. “you think?” you asked, still totally indecisive. “on me” he said, already stepping around you to grab it and make his way to the register before you could protest.

childhoodbsf!ron who would still come to you for everything.

“—and then, he told me he wants to collab again” he finished recounting his day, after spending hours out streaming and filming. “that’s so good, rani. i’m really proud of you” you said softly from the other end of the line.

childhoodbsf!ron who had to awkwardly joke around with his chat every single time someone asked if you were his girlfriend.

“nah, chill, chill. that’s my girl, but not like that” he laughed, quickly brushing his chat off. “yeah, that’s not going to help for shit” you laughed.

childhoodbsf!ron who secretly hated when you called him ron off-stream.

it didn’t matter that his streamer tag had stuck and the whole internet called him that now, you weren't the internet. “what the fuck, ron?” you snapped as he pulled some wildly random outburst right in the middle of a stream. “ron is crazy,” he muttered aloud to his chat before turning his gaze to you with a deadpan stare. you gave him a puzzled look, to which he only muttered, “don’t call me that”

childhoodbsf!ron to whom whatever he owned belonged to you, too.

sharing wasn't anything new, hoodies, t-shirts, leftover food. you two had shared everything since forever. except now, he also lived in the massive CORE house and had expensive cars. he invited you over constantly, letting you lounge around his new and shiny house wearing nothing but his oversized clothes.

childhoodbsf!ron who was now starting to slightly regret that lifelong habit of sharing.

“rani, i’m not stupid. i can drive now” you insisted as his pink porsche purred smoothly down the coastline near his house. “i never said you were stupid, i’m just worried you don’t care enough about our lives to not crash it” he teased, leaning back in the passenger seat with one hand resting casually on your thigh as you pressed down on the accelerator.

childhoodbsf!ron who always included you in everything he did.

if he was streaming a two-player video game? he was practically begging you to join. if he was reacting to funny clips? he was already forwarding them to you to see if you laughed too. anyone in his orbit knew who you were, because being in his presence meant knowing you existed too.

childhoodbsf!ron who loved to tease you and roast you relentlessly.

he loved that you understood his humor better than anyone else on earth, that he could relentlessly poke fun at you without you ever taking it personally. he loved it even more when there was this thin, dangerous line between your joking insults and arguments that felt suspiciously like flirting disguised as banter.

childhoodbsf!ron who still loved to bother you just because he wanted your attention.

he’d still reach out and pull on small strands of your hair, the exact same habit from middle school, just to make you drop what you were doing and listen to whatever bullshit thought had popped into his head.

childhoodbsf!ron who in the end, somewhere along the way, had completely blurred the lines between platonic and romantic.

childhoodbsf!ron who didn’t even realize it.

the way his eyes lingered on you, the quiet ways he needed you in his space, or the way you occupied his thoughts constantly.

childhoodbsf!reader feeling that exact same shift, just as intensely.

because somewhere down the road, you two had stopped being just best friends.

two childhood best friends who had grown up, learned, and lived life together, now simply needing to realize their feelings together too.

july 2026 / merakiletters

[merakiletters]

i can see you

❝ they keep watchful eyes of us ❞

pairing: faze adapt x fem!reader

request: by anonymous / “drunk adapt who’s not streaming at a party, being clingy to reader. the fans don’t know about them but they get clipped in the background from other streams.”

content: fluff / sfw

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it was honestly pretty ironic that you were such a private person while dating one of the most popular streamers on the internet.

it wasn’t that you were antisocial or anything, you got along great with new people, but sometimes the online crowd was just too much. you still couldn’t fathom how alex had lived under the eye of social media for so long.

the first time you met, you had no clue who he was or what he did. it was his flirty banter and easygoing personality that caught your attention at a party many months ago.

now, after over a year together, you were still camera shy and made a point to stay off his streams and videos.

on your end, only a few of your closest loved ones even knew who you were dating. on his end, his fans suspected he was seeing someone, but that was as far as it went.

you both preferred it that way. less drama, more intimacy.

that was the exact reason alex decided not to stream tonight. it was a party anyway, too much of a hassle, and he didn't want to make you uncomfortable or be forced to leave your side.

a few of his streamer friends were going live, but alex had already explained that you preferred staying off camera. they understood completely, a few of them even felt the same way.

so, for most of the night, the two of you stayed tucked away in a quiet corner, only slipping out to grab drinks.

neither of you was keeping count, but you were both well past tipsy, alex definitely more than you. you knew this because the light, casual touch of his fingers on your waist had gradually shifted into a full, clingy wrap-around hold.

“alex!” you squealed softly as he buried his face into the crook of your neck from behind.

he just hummed, the vibration warm against your skin. you reached up, running your fingers gently through his hair. as touchy as he usually was, you selfishly loved this version of him, overly clingy, affectionate, and completely focused on you.

“you smell so good” he murmured, turning you around in his arms to face him.

“thanks. you smell like seven shots of tequila and the cologne i got you for your birthday” you teased.

he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips. you wrapped an arm around his neck while his hands snaked firmly back around your waist.

“and you smell like the girl of my dreams” he whispered against your lips.

you giggled, pulling back just enough to look at him. “that doesn’t even make sense”

“it makes sense in my mind” he mumbled softly.

“you mean in your drunken mind”

“drunk words are sober thoughts” he offered with a lazy shrug.

“so you only mean it because you’re drunk?” you poked fun, curious to see how he'd defend himself.

“no, no, no, that’s not what i meant” he stammered, resting his heavy head against your shoulder.

you scoffed playfully, putting on a show of acting offended just to take full advantage of his affectionate, rambling state. dropping your arms, you crossed them tightly over your chest. “then what did you mean?”

“i meant that you’re such a wonderful, gorgeous girl, and sometimes my mind has trouble figuring out why you chose to be with me” he blurted out, gently tugging at your wrists to uncross your arms.

“you sound insecure,” you said, shaking your head fondly. “try again”

“you’re right,” he sighed. “i mean—i know you’re amazing, totally stunning, and way too smart not to know what you deserve. and i’d give you the absolute world if you asked for it”

you giggled, melting a bit as you pulled him in for another kiss. “so silly”

“i can be silly for you if you want,” he murmured against your mouth. “whatever you want”

“whatever i want?” you echoed, a playful glint in your eye.

he nodded earnestly, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“admit to everyone online that you faked a trickshot”

“that’s not even the truth. anything but that, baby” he laughed, spinning you back around so your back was against his chest. he wrapped his arms tightly around you, resting his chin on top of your head.

“taco bell?” you asked softly, turning your head slightly to glance up at him.

“that’ll do” he agreed.

the two of you slowly navigated your way out through the party crowd, his body warm against your back, gently guiding you every step of the way.

⟡

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gossipaccount FaZe Adapt seen cozying up with a girl in the back of StableRonaldo, jasontheween’s and others streams while at a party & was caught leaving the party with the same girl 👀 let’s us know us thoughts in the comments down below!

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user NOO

user pushing thirty and still got it 👌

user wait he wasn’t joking when he said he was seeing someone?

user not to be parasocial but i thinks it’s @ yourusername ??

↳ user omg how did u find her???

↳ user how can u be sure, her acc is priv

user that was supposed to be ur daddy 💔

⟡

being hungover wasn’t the worst thing in the world, but it sure felt like it that morning.

your chest and head felt heavy, and the room was ten times hotter than it actually was. the human furnace lying next to you definitely wasn’t helping.

you let out a low groan and tried to slip away from alex’s embrace, but he just grunted, his grip tightening as he pulled you right back against him.

“alex, i’m going to puke on you if you don’t let me go” you mumbled, trying to wiggle free from his chest.

he grumbled something along the lines of “fine” and “whatever” but instead of letting you go, he just pulled you against his back, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

deciding not to waste your energy fighting it, you let yourself sink back into the warmth and rest.

you were right on the verge of drifting back to sleep when rapid, aggressive knocking shattered the quiet. forgetting for a second that you were staying over at the core house and not in your own quiet apartment, you nudged alex to go check on his crazy ass friends.

alex didn't even open his eyes. “they’ll leave” he murmured into his pillow.

a few seconds passed, and then the knocks came back, just as loud and relentless as before.

alex let out a soft curse, tossing the covers off and finally standing up to check the door. you pushed yourself up into a sitting position, trying to smooth down your bedhead and make yourself look somewhat presentable.

where’s my phone? you wondered, ultimately deciding against looking for it and just sitting back to wait for alex instead.

out in the hallway, you could hear jason and ron talking. for once, they weren't screaming at the top of their lungs, but you still couldn't quite make out what they were saying.

giving up on waiting, you stood up and made your way into the attached bathroom. you washed your face, brushed your teeth, and swapped your wrinkled pjs for some cozy lounge clothes.

when you stepped back out, alex was back on the bed, staring down at his phone and rubbing his eyes with his free hand.

“what was that all about?” you asked, referring to the near-break-in at the door.

“how much do you love me?” he asked, looking up.

a sudden spike of hangover anxiety shot right through your chest. “what?” you asked, slowly walking toward the bed.

“so, basically... yesterday we got clipped in the background of someone’s stream, and folks are going absolutely nuts over it” alex explained, turning the screen slightly toward you.

“you’re kidding? i’m actually going to throw up this time” you exclaimed, pressing a hand to your stomach.

“don’t” was his instant response.

you covered your face with your hands. it was way too early for the internet to be involved in your life way sooner than intended.

“what are we gonna do?” you asked, voice muffled behind your palms.

“not much we can do except deny it, but...” he paused, looking at you. “i’m not gonna do that. i’m not denying you”

“could we just ignore it?”

he shook his head. “that only makes it worse”

you sighed heavily. a couple of seconds went by before you felt the mattress sink next to you. alex wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close and dropping a soft kiss onto the top of your head.

“it’s not the worst thing in the world,” you murmured, leaning into his side. “could be worse”

he chuckled softly beside you. “like what?”

“dunno... i just don’t want to get doxxed or stalked” you said, trying to lighten the heavy mood.

“it’s fine, they won’t” alex reassured you smoothly. “and if they do, you’ll just come live here”

you laughed, shaking your head. “yeah, right”

“c’mon, i’m streaming today anyway. i’ll just clear up a thing or two” he said.

“and what exactly are you gonna say?”

“that you’re my wife, we’ve been together for five years, and there's a baby on the way?” he joked, pulling a genuine laugh out of you.

“a baby on the way?”

“yeah, it’s on the way right now”

“right now?” you hummed, playing along.

“mhm” he murmured, leaning in to catch your lips in a kiss that was slow and soft.

“ohh... right now” you whispered knowingly between kisses.

he didn't say anything to that, simply shifting his weight to guide you down onto the bed beneath him. his warm hand trailed under the hem of your shirt, resting firmly against your waist.

“you know, a baby right now sounds—”

he was cut off mid sentence as the bedroom door suddenly burst open. three bodies crammed into the doorway, causing you both to scramble up in a flash.

“oh, good to see you guys don't care about the whole situation at all” lacy spoke up, flanked by ron and jason.

alex glared at them. “do you see that door you just came through?”

the three of them glanced back at the open doorway.

“yeah?” ron said.

“use it to walk the fuck back out” alex snapped. “like, now”

you couldn't help but laugh, which drew their attention straight to you. “you know this is basically you guys’ fault, right? the clip came from your stream”

“not our fault your boy here can’t keep it in his pants at a public party” ron retorted as he finally reached out and pulled the door shut behind them.

with the room quiet again, alex turned back to you, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he hovered over you once more.

“so... where were we?”

july 2026 / merakiletters

[merakiletters]

safety net

❝ is it real this time or is it in my head? ❞

pairing: adapt x fem!reader

requested by: @ceodaddyadapt

content: fluff / sfw

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you and alex had been friends for a little over a year now. while you weren't a massive social media presence like he was, mostly just known by association for being close with a few creators and streamers, you still enjoyed watching people completely immerse themselves in his world.

laying on alex’s bed and scrolling through your phone while he streamed, you couldn’t help but toss out occasional side comments. it always made him laugh and sent his chat into an absolute frenzy.

even though you rarely actually appeared on camera and your voice was barely loud enough for the mic to pick up, adapt’s chat was always begging for more of you.

we wanna see y/n !!!!

she needs to stop being shyyyy

anyone else think they are dating?

“they want to see you” alex said softly, spinning his gaming chair around to face you.

“for what?” you asked, genuinely confused about what could be so entertaining about you.

alex turned back to the camera to read the live feed. “yo chat, should we make y/n play some cod?”

“no, i suck at video games and you know it” you whined.

“it’s better than mindlessly scrolling on your phone, c’mon,” he encouraged, flashing a grin. “isn’t it, chat?”

y/n should do her own livestreams

yesss this is so gf and bf coded

gamer bf x chill gf

giving in, you rolled off the bed and walked over to his setup, finally bringing yourself into view of the camera and the scrolling chat.

“hi guys” you said, offering a small wave to the lens.

“wait, sit here” alex stood up, grabbing an extra chair from across the room and rolling it right next to his.

once you both sat down, he started setting up the match and explaining the basics. as he talked, he handed you the controller, reached down to grab the base of your chair, and pulled you significantly closer to him. then, he placed his hands directly over yours, showing you exactly where to place your fingers and how to move.

omg that was so hot!

daddy adapt me next

ugh y/n needs to lock in

your heart immediately skyrocketed. with him maintaining that casual physical contact, your brain completely short-circuited, making it impossible to focus on a single word he was saying.

“—okay so, got it?” he asked, looking over at you. you just nodded, even though you hadn't absorbed a single instruction thanks to the sudden proximity.

the match started, and you finally took total control while he navigated you through the map.

“match is lowkey chalked with her in charge” alex told the camera, a smirk in his voice.

“what does that mean?” you asked, glancing between him and the monitor.

“don't worry about it, you’re doing great” he said, completely contradicting himself to reassure you.

a second later, his eyes widened at the screen. “wait, what are you doing?”

“i shot this one guy and he keeps hiding from me. i want to find him because his like health thing is low”

“fucking rat”

“what?” you exclaimed, laughing.

“just look for the guy”

you scanned the screen and caught him cornered.

“press the right analog stick down” alex directed. you clicked it, and the player finally dropped.

“oh my gosh, my first kill!” you cheered, pointing excitedly at the screen. “chat, am i goated or what?”

“w’s in the chat for y/n,” alex cheered along, leaning back. “good job, baby”

you desperately tried not to react, knowing that a reaction was probably exactly what he wanted. but hearing that casual, unexpected pet name drop from his lips made your cheeks instantly burn, and the entire room suddenly felt suffocatingly hot.

shooting him a slightly puzzled look, you rolled your eyes and let out a breathless laugh. “yeah, okay. i think i’m done here”

“you sure? you were doing so good” he said casually, acting completely oblivious to the fact that he had just sent your entire nervous system into a frenzy.

“yup, pretty sure i’m done” you repeated. standing up, you reached over to affectionately ruffle his hair before stepping out of the frame to head back to the bed.

on your way, you caught a fleeting glimpse of the stream monitor. the chat was moving at a million miles an hour.

omg did he just call her baby?!?!?

HE DID NOTTT

oh yea they are fs dating

BABY!?!?!??

i’m going to pretend he said that to me

he’s ceo and still can’t be upfront #fries

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naturally, you would often get along with more girls than guys, yet you somehow found yourself at the core house, a place which is practically full of testosterone.

“silk! i fucking said salt and pepper, not whatever bullshit you’re adding!” lacy’s voice echoed from the kitchen.

the guys were currently recording a video for their youtube channel, a cooking challenge to see who could make the best tomato soup and grilled cheese. being close with all of them, you’d been recruited to act as the ultimate judge and rank the duos.

“ask your ai girlfriend again and i bet you a million dollars she’s going to tell you to fuck off and that i’m right” silky shot back, completely unbothered as he kept blending in random seasonings.

“this is high cortisol activity and i’m not fucking with it” marlon chimed in. he and ron were lounging around, sipping protein milkshakes they’d picked up when they were supposed to be shopping for actual ingredients.

“okay, but y/n, you have to be honest about who’s the best. don’t give anyone extra points just because of your boyfriend” ron said playfully, tilting his head in an absurdly obvious gesture toward alex.

“nah, you’re just scared me and j are actually making some bomb-ass food” adapt called out from his spot across the kitchen.

a thousand screaming matches later, the plates were finally set up and waiting for your judgment.

after sampling a bit of everything, you turned to face the camera to deliver your breakdown. “okay, so to be completely honest, jason and alex’s plate was the best. second place goes to lacy and silk”

as soon as the words left your mouth, total chaos erupted among the boys.

“their shit was raw!”

“you’re such a fucking dork!”

“you didn’t even cook shit, that was store bought!”

you were busy laughing at their absolute idiocy until one specific comment caught you off guard.

“she’s only giving you guys first place because of adapt!”

“uh, no, actually” you chimed in, defending your score. “just because they actually knew what they were doing in the kitchen doesn’t mean you get to make shit up”

“so it wasn’t because of me?” alex asked teasingly, leaning into your space.

you rolled your eyes, biting back a smile.

“exactly! you’re laughing because you know it’s true!” ron shouted.

“no i’m not!” you tried to fight back through your giggles.

“it’s okay, baby. just let them hate” alex said softly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“you’re really not helping” you muttered, attempting to shrug his arm off. instead of letting go, he just chuckled and gently guided you away from the madness in the kitchen.

“the shipping edits are getting to his head!” someone yelled behind you. you couldn't even tell who said it, let alone if they were joking.

a few days later, the video was finally uploaded. sitting in your room, you threw on the edited, slightly less chaotic version of what you saw days before. as the video ended, you scrolled down into the comment section.

they are actually crazy, like psycho

ron and marlon’s plate looked like resident evil food

are we going to ignore y/n and adapt ????

↳ omg ikkk they are so cute tg

↳ they have to be dating, ain’t no way they are just friends

↳ we have to act chill tho before they get mad if they aren’t fr

you stared at the screen. was alex actually into you, or was he just playing it up for the camera to give the viewers content? you didn't want to believe he'd use you for clickbait.

but what if?

unable to answer your own question, you slammed your laptop shut and buried your face in your pillow with a heavy groan, far too exhausted to overthink it any longer.

⟡

you aren’t the most athletic person ever, but you’re not so bad either.

or so you thought.

watching alex absolutely destroy you in basketball was exhausting, but him making fun of you was even worse.

“c’mon! i know you can do better” he says, trying to game talk you into trying harder.

unfortunately for him, you simply couldn't. “i quit”

today was just a simple hang out. no cameras, no core boys. just you and him.

“you can’t quit” he says, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“watch me” you say, walking away to grab your water bottle before collapsing onto the bench nearby.

“okay, okay, i won’t guard you as hard” he calls out, walking over to the bench to grab his own water.

“alex. you weren’t guarding me, you were dogging on me which you totally didn’t have to, by the way. i’m not michael jordan”

he laughs, shaking his head as he takes a long drink. a stray drop of water slips down his throat, catching the light as it rolls over his adam’s apple. if you were struggling to breathe from the cardio before, oh boy, you were about to pass out now.

you blink rapidly, trying to snap out of your clearly compromised thoughts.

alex places his bottle down, picking up the basketball to casually dribble and shoot a few layups. the squeak of his sneakers fills the quiet court.

you think you're safe from any other invasive thoughts but then he spins the ball on his finger, looking over at you with an expression that isn't teasing anymore.

“actually,” he says, his voice dropping a bit as the ball bounces away, ignored. “i only went that hard because it’s the only way i can keep my eyes on the game. if i slow down, i get distracted”

you look up from your water bottle, your heart doing a completely different kind of cardio. “distracted by what?”

alex rubs the back of his neck, a rare flush creeping up his cheeks. “by you, obviously”

you stare at him, the silence between you suddenly feeling incredibly loud. all the joking walls he usually keeps up are totally gone.

“well,” you say softly, a small, breathless smile breaking through your exhaustion. “if you wanted an excuse to just look at me, you could’ve just asked. it’s less tiring than your defense”

alex chuckles, the tension breaking as he steps closer to the bench, looking down at you with a relieved, genuine smile. “noted. next time, we skip basketball and straight to that restaurant you mentioned the other day?”

“it’s a date” you smiled.

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comments

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user abt time !!!

jasontheween blink twice if u need help

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user went from girl bsf to gf 👏

user yoo ada finally locked innn

thefazeadapt unc? someone ban this girl

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user this shit means smt to me, man 🥲

july 2026 / merakiletters

[merakiletters]

r u mine?

❝ the thrill of the chase moves in mysterious ways ❞

pairing: fwb!faze adapt x fem!reader

summary: being in a situationship with a popular youtuber & streamer isn’t easy, but you can handle it, right?

content: smau

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imessage

mr hamilton

you

hiii u busy?

delivered 20 minutes ago

you

nvm i’ll just die then

mr hamilton

Mb I’m on stream rn

you

u could be on ur death bed, idc

u still answer me

mr hamilton

Lemme finish this and we’ll order smt to eat?

you

that’s what i love to hear, yes yayay

mines or yours?

mr hamilton

Mines, the boys aren’t here

I’ll pick you up in 20?

you

make it ten

mr hamilton

So bossy

you

you like it, don’t lie

mr hamilton

i love it

you

and i i i i love it so much

mr hamilton

How tf do yk that

you

HAHAHAH

watch who u call ur homie 🤣

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yourusername gotta love it

comments

user jaw dropping

yourfriend biggie

↳ yourusername this was a shared meal 😡

user gorg

user looks so good and the food too ig

stableronaldo On the white sheets?🫩

↳ yourusername u’r being too loud on the creek

↳ user RON WTH??

↳ user chat what does this mean

imessage

mr hamilton

mr hamilton

U busy?

you

very

mr hamilton

Idc

Come over

you

the entitlement is crazy

are ur friends not home?

mr hamilton

…

you

no, rules are rules

mr hamilton

You already met them ???

you

still tho, don’t wanna get clipped or wtv

mr hamilton

No one is going to, that shits not OP anymore

you

whatever tf that means

mr hamilton

Just pu to the core house

you

don’t call it that

plus i got a better core u can see ;)

mr hamilton

Jesus christ

Need you

Now

instagram

thefazeadapt

thefazeadapt 👌

comments

user 🔥🔥

jasontheween Looks like resident evil food

user aura

silky.durag Damm fatass

↳ thefazeadapt A shared meal btw

user fly

lacy.himself Wonder who took these pics🤨

↳ stableronaldo We know who 💔 just hope she’s treating my daddy right

↳ thefazeadapt Genuinely get out my comments

↳ user YOO does this mean ada finally got a girl?

↳ user investigate ts rn

↳ user 💀

imessage

mr hamilton

you

atp just post my face on the entire internet

mr hamilton

What is it now?

you

i don’t like ur tone at all

i’m being serious rn

mr hamilton

What’s bothering you, gorgeous?

you

ur friends are going to expose wtv we have going on

mr hamilton

They are just being stupid

you

yes but i don’t want to be in this vulnerable position w u and let the whole world know abt it too

mr hamilton

I’m fr sorry let me talk to them

Wdym vulnerable position?

you

this weird situationship between us yk

mr hamilton

We can change that

you

wdym ?? how

mr hamilton

We can be exclusive

you

we weren’t before ?????????

mr hamilton

Yes but I meant like maybe more

you

no clue what ur talking abt

mr hamilton

Come over, I’ll rather talk to you in person

you

just say u want to fuck🙄

mr hamilton

Didn’t say that but 🤷‍♂️

you

no

mr hamilton

I’m messing with you

We don’t have to do anything just come over

you

beg and i’ll think abt it

mr hamilton

You’re crazy 🤣🤣

you

have fun w ur right hand, bud

delivered 7 minutes ago

mr hamilton

Pls come over

I was jk before

I’m actually obsessed with you

I’m sorry

Ever thought abt us just being tg? like bf and gf

Wanna be my gf?

you

omg ur actually such an insufferable mf

mr hamilton

Are you otw?

you

woefully so

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yourusername he uses me for my bod & has faked trickshots btw

comments

user is that adapt 😭??

marlon3lg Wtf do y’all text abt?

user she lowk bad af

user gf era🫣🫣🫣

jasontheween Does he love it?

↳ yourusername oh he loves it alright

stableronaldo That’s dada

user i love themmm

thefazeadapt Have never faked a trickshot btw

↳ yourusername love you too ig

↳ thefazeadapt ❤️❤️

july 2026 / merakiletters

[merakiletters]

I NEED YOU

❝ ‘cause i’ll be comin’ home soon ❞

pairing: dean di laurentis x fem!reader

summary: your ex-boyfriend doesn’t understand the concept of zero contact. but who are you to deny your his needs?

content: smau

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yourusername

yourusername malone’s, i love u

comments

user so stunning

alliehayes so much fun 😫

sabjames hottttttt

user 😍

deandilaurentis nice and cute

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imessage

allieeee

babe pls tell me ur not in contact w di laurentis again

you

swear to u im not

idk if he can comprehend that we are broken up

allieeee

by the looks of it in ur most recent post’s comment section, he hasn’t gotten the memo just yet

you

ughh don’t mention it

he’s literally scaring the hoessss

allieeee

i’m so dead, ur not getting rid of him any time soon anyway

u still got that man wrapped around ur finger

or so i’ve heard 🫢

you

wdym by that

spill

allieeee

obviously u didn’t hear this from me butttt

hannah told me that u got him GROVELINGGGGGG & YEARNINGGGGG for ur sexy ass back

graham said he’s like an old grumpy man all the time now

you

wait don’t tell me that

r u trying to get us back tg or what

allieeee

babe yk im team u always but 🤷‍♀️

u two were cute or wtv

you

omg allisonnnnnnn janeee hayesssss

allieeee

but before u go back to ur man, u have to make him grovel a little more

and i’ve got the perf guy for it ;)

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thefifthline hunter davenport has been spotted @ malone’s cozying it up w/ a girl 👀 has someone finally manage to tied him down or it is just the newest flavor of the week? let us know in the cmmts !

comments

user wait noo, thats my man bruh

user damm someone took my bitch

user oh he has a typeeee

user that kinda looks like a girl in my class lol

↳ user wait who?

↳ user idk her name but she’s in my comms class

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imessage

beau :)

kill me if i’m wrong but isn’t that u in that fifth line post w davenport ??

you

D1 athlete, beau maxwell found dead

suspect: a pretty girl that pleads innocent

beau :)

HA, more like D1 athlete, dean di laurentis found dead due to a heart attack cause by his ex gf canoodling w his arch nemesis

you

i thought we agreed we can only stay friends if we don’t talk abt him…

beau :)

my bad, brat

but like yk he’s been telling ppl to bring him up any chance they have while talking to u, right?

you

he’s doing what now !?!?!?!

beau :)

u didn’t hear it from me

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yourusername lil ‘ole hastings

comments

user soo pretty

user why would a man be there

↳ deandilaurentis deadass bro

user i loveee

beaumaxwell remember the heart attack…

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imessages

do not call or answer 🤬

question

and you can totally ignore me btw

but could you perhaps think about the state of my heart before you go and break it

because it’s painful getting shitted on by g and tuck, sometimes logan too bro

i mean not bro

babe

baby

but anyway, having to see it on my feed is truly salt to the wound

or however the saying fucking goes

but anyway, feel free to reach out to me anytime

miss ya

helluva

read yesterday

totally kidding when i said ignore me

delivered

instagram

hannahwells

hannahwells boy aquarium day

comments

user briar u is so ahh

juleslogan go heated rivalry !!

user #44 tho 😍

user stunningggg

deandilaurentis ik thats not my girl cheering for someone else

↳ deandilaurentis delete ts, wellsy

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imessages

do not call or text 🤬

you

btw i’m not ur girl anymore

just in case that wasn’t clear ?? for some reason

so pls delete the comment on han’s post 🙃

do not call or text 🤬

done

anything for u

you

gee thanks 🙄

do not call or text 🤬

so how was ur day, gorgeous?

you

get lost, dean

do not call or text 🤬

don’t place a restraining order against me or anything

but i just got hard at the sight of your text with my name on it

you

and you thought it was a good idea to tell me that bc……???

do not call or text 🤬

just to lyk that little dean only works for u ;)

always has, always will

you

decorum pls

do not call or text 🤬

wait

while i still have ur attention

stay tf away from davenport unless u want to kiss pretty boy without his front teeth

read

fuck, sorry

decorum, ur right, as always

delivered

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yourusername dinner w/ a view

comments

user is this a date date or just a date?

user looks deliiiii

summer.d so sexyyyy

↳ deandilaurentis great minds think alike

↳ summer.d im w/ mom in the divorce, sorry dicky

user where is this !?!

hdavenport 🔥

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thefifthline briar u’s sports arena presents the hockey quarter finals, they’ll take place tonight. our own incredible hawks will be up against harvard, and the competition is looking tight. live streaming will start @ 7:30, join us !!

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user go hawks

user betting my first born on harvard

↳ user 🤣 dream on

↳ user jake connelly is ur daddy, hawk fucks

user can’t wait to see my roster out there playing

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yourusername

imessage

do not call or text 🤬

i know we agreed on decorum

but what the fuck was that??

you

we? ok

do not call or text 🤬

don’t deflect, im serious

you

what are you talking abt ?

do not call or text 🤬

you and davenport

your ig story

you

are u sure its me and him? because it was u who seemed to like ignore the obvious passes u should have made to not end the first quarter in a tie

do not call or text 🤬

this isn’t abt hockey

it’s about us

you

there’s no us, dean

we are broken up

been for a while now, in case you forgot

do not call or text 🤬

i haven’t

because guess what? i get reminded every fucking second, okay

so, sorry for being emotional

you

whatever, dean

do not call or text 🤬

pls can we just talk

like a sit down talk, grown up talk ?

you

…

do not call or text 🤬

i promise i won’t try anything, i really just need to talk to you

please, just need to see you

you

aren’t you in like in mid game ??

do not call or text 🤬

intermission, yes

couldn’t concentrate unless i talked to you

you

i hate u

meet me @ the coffee hut tmr

like at five ish

delivered

okay i assume intermission is over

text me later

delivered

omg u did not just dedicate ur goal to me

im never watching any of ur games ever again

imessage

mission dih-laurentis

you

fuck, i folded

hunter

so weak minded

allie

i want details

you

he’s charming and soo sexy and like so sweet and idk why we broke up in the first place yk?

hunter

ohh she’s far gone

allie

unfortunately so

so ur cutting the chase w this whole u and hunter thing?

you

yea i think so

hunter

you’re an amazing fake fling, i loved our very fake sex and the threats your boy would send my way during practice

you

love u, davenport 🫶

allie

should i get back w sean?

you

NO, ALLIE !!!

hunter

immediately no

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yourusername hi

comments

user fainted

user 😍😍

deandilaurentis i saw it, u can delete it now

↳ yourusername so silly and delusional

↳ deandilaurentis at least i got a reply

sabjames im pregnant

user perf

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deandilaurentis

deandilaurentis im a happy man

comments

garrattg no more mopping around, yes 👏👏

user parents

jlogan happy man indeed

sabjames u’r a bird @yourusername

↳ yourusername dw, im still #ihatemybf final boss

↳ deandilaurentis so kind of both of you

user cutee

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may 2026 / merakiletters

[merakiletters]

BUSY WOMAN

❝ busy woman, unless you call tonight ❞

pairing: john logan x fem!reader

summery: you didn’t meant to send nudes to the cute guy in your business class, obviously.

content: 18+ smau

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imessage

josh 🚨❌

Pls yn, let’s talk

I promise i’ll change

Shes nothing like you

“can you believe the nerve of this guy?” hannah asks, handing back your phone after reading through the messages.

allie just sips her juice. she’s back on that ‘weird and green’ liquid diet again. “sounds exactly like sean. it’s not even worth it, babe”

you sigh, adjusting your bag. “i’m not going back to him, aj. i just wanted to show you guys in case he totally bombards us on the way to class and you don't know what to say”

“he’d actually do that?” hannah asks, her eyes wide.

“oh, they’ll do that and more” allie chimes in, setting her green juice down.

“well, i have to get to my business class” you stand up from the couch and head toward the door, pausing just before you grab the handle.

“oh, wait! can one of you swing by my dorm later? see if those dresses by my bed fit either of you. i might need to retake your measurements, han, i think i lost the old ones”

“yeah, i can totally do that” hannah reassures you.

you shout a quick goodbye and slip out the door.

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yourusername lil catch up :)

comments

user so stunning

user lovee

summer.d my girllll

user fashion major girlyyy

hannahwells very needed talk

↳ yourusername veryy

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imessages

my girls !!

aj

movie night tn?

you

yess

han

can’t, tutoring

ava (roomie) <3

who?? bruh, cancel rn

aj

garrett graham 🥵🥵

han

sigh

you

WHAT

ava (roomie) <3

WHAT

instagram

yourusername

yourusername digicam hardlaunching han’s..idk

comments

user waitttt teaaaa

alliehayes thanks 4 the coffee

↳ yourusername anything 4 u ;)

user wait i love them tg

graham44 send me that pic

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imessages

han :)

garrett is friends w that cute guy in ur business class

you

🤨 ?

han :)

i could totally put in a good word for u

you

HAHAH i love u but no

han :)

whyy don’t get stuck on josh now

you

it’s not that LOL but like we are classmates, wouldn’t it be awk?

han :)

ur not classmates forever

you

the rest of the semester is long enough

plus if i rlly wanted him, i already have his #

han :)

well, text him !!

you

so adamant

why

han :)

🤷‍♀️ u need to get laid?

you

HA, bye han

han :)

think abt it

think about it? of course you have! you’ve done more than just think about it — just not out loud.

well, maybe a little out loud. you mentioned it, very briefly, to hannah and allie, but that was back when the semester had just started and hannah wasn’t all buddy-buddy with the whole hockey team.

plus, jocks weren’t really your type anyway.

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yourusername don’t remember last night but ;)

comments

user cuteee

joshuaap 😍 so hot

user what camera ??!!

alliehayes don’t drink ever again

↳ yourusername i’m scared

↳ alliehayes no, ur screwed

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* @j.logan started to follow you *

you don’t really remember how it happened.

you were at the bar, building up the courage to finally talk to the cute guy from your business class — john logan, you’d remembered his name. hannah and allie were both there, hyping buying shots you up and pushing you to just go for it. but the exact second garrett, hannah’s new (and totally fake) boyfriend, showed up, your courage completely plummeted. you couldn’t believe you had actually been about to walk over there.

it wasn’t just the loud, unmistakably energy garrett brought with him everywhere he went, but the sudden realization that every other athlete on the team probably pulled that exact same level of attention. and you weren’t exactly wrong. by the time you downed your third— and what you had hoped to be your last — shot, logan was already chatting up a cute redhead. her hand was resting on his arm, and she was leaning in, giggling at whatever he was saying.

your disappointment didn’t last long, though. a few quick texts to josh, and you were out of the bar, hooking up in the back of his car.

which brings you to right now, a couple of days later.

you're standing here in a black, incredibly skimpy lingerie set. maybe it’s just your hormones, or maybe it’s the fact that ever since that night, the one you still can't fully piece together, logan has actually been making an effort to strike up small talk with you.

your head can handle it just fine. you can keep the conversation easy and casual. your heart, though, not so much. so, you pushed it away.

you snap another picture, your hair tossed messily to the side, framing your body perfectly. that makes three photos in total. josh will like them, of course he will. they’re simple and direct, and what guy wouldn't? you're horny, josh is a guy, and he’s easy. he’ll drop whatever plans he has to come over, satisfy you, and leave.

no strings, no effort. that’s what you wanted.

you open your contacts and type 'j' into the search bar. you don’t even hesitate, automatically assuming josh’s name will pop up first because he was the most recent. you hit send without a second thought, tossing your phone aside to change back into your cotton shorts and pj shirt.

imessage

you

*attachment: 3 images*

need you so bad

come over pls ;)

you understand he might be busy, but in josh time, twenty five minutes of silence after receiving nudes is crazy.

maybe he’s jerking off? whatever.

you open your phone again to look through the pictures you sent. there was the one on the bed, back arched and boobs pressed up. another one, taken through your computer's webcam, showing off all your curves. the last one is what you’d consider the most revealing, in the mirror, legs open, your fingers playing with your own arousal.

as you go to exit the chat, your eyes catch the icon at the top of the conversation, and you feel like you might actually go into cardiac arrest.

you freeze in bed, then slowly sit up. you might honestly have to erase yourself from planet earth, because there is absolutely no way this is happening to you. in the mindless, stupid, totally checked out state you were in, you didn't just send those pictures to the wrong person, you sent them to someone who makes you want to end either your own life or his.

fuck.

meanwhile, those exact images were popping up on john logan’s screen just as he was wrapping up practice.

he’d noticed your name flash on his phone earlier, which was weird since the cute girl from his business class had never texted him before. he figured maybe you just needed the lecture notes. but the second practice ended, his sweaty, bruised body won the debate, and he decided to hit the showers before checking his messages.

only ten minutes had passed since you sent them. half the team was already out of the locker room, and the few guys who remained were packing up to leave. it had been a genuinely shitty practice, with coach o’shea forcing the d-men to stay late for extra drills. but the moment logan actually opened your message, every ounce of that exhaustion completely vanished from his mind and body.

holy fucking smokes.

he blew a heavy breath out of his mouth and leaned back against his locker cubicle, his eyes locked onto the screen, unable to look away for even a second.

his dick seemed to work a hell of a lot faster than his brain did, because before he could even process what he was looking at, he was already sporting a semi.

he couldn’t tell if ten seconds or ten minutes had flown by, but he finally snapped out of the million racing thoughts in his head, one louder than all the rest.

this wasn’t meant for him. no way.

sure, he’d received plenty of unprovoked nudes from girls before, but you just didn’t seem like the type to do that.

fuck. he knew for a fact those pictures weren’t meant for him, but he couldn't simply just look away, and—

before his thoughts could spiral any further, another text from you flashed across the screen.

imessage

you

omg wrong person!!!

don’t look at those, or save them

not for u obvi

fuck, i’m sorry

john logan (business class)

sure, but only if u tell me who were they for?

because i’m pretty sure your pretty little pussy isn’t going to take care of itself.

you

???????????

just forget abt this pls

john logan (business class)

i can’t, baby

*attachment: 1 image*

you don’t understand anything anymore.

one second you are dying of total embarrassment, practically booking a one way flight to antarctica while begging john logan to forget about your... completely indecent, completely accidental pictures. the next, your airway almost entirely shuts down at the sight of his text, showing a clear image of logan gripping his dick right through his sweatpants.

oh my gosh. this cannot actually be happening to you right now.

you're usually the good one at texting. your friends always come to you when they need the perfect reply written for them, but you never, in a million years, thought you’d find yourself in a position like this.

you

thanks ?????

thanks? you truly are an idiot.

meanwhile, logan chuckles. yep, you definitely don’t do this very often, or ever, by the looks of it.

based on the last text he sent, he had been hoping for something a little more than your dry, unintentionally funny response.

he had already walked out of the arena by now and was sitting in his car. logan isn't blind, he obviously finds you extremely attractive. jumping from simple classmates to a quick, accidental hookup doesn’t sound like a bad idea at all to him. he knows you aren’t usually the type for that kind of thing, but maybe he can sweet talk you into it.

john logan (business class)

c’mon, don’t u need someone to take of u?

i’ll make it worth ur while, i promise

he almost gives up when five minutes pass and there’s nothing but a 'read' receipt under his message.

almost, though.

john logan (business class)

pls, baby

want u so bad

his dick twitches in his pants when he reads the message that comes through.

you

🙄 bristol house, door #67

he smiles at your text and immediately turns on his engine. before pulling out, he sends a quick reply.

john logan (business class)

good girl, i’m omw

i rlly like the set but im sure i’ll like u better without it so don’t bother having it on when i get there.

instagram

j.logan

j.logan thanks for letting borrow the cam, babe❤️

comments

deandilaurentis pussy whippeddddd 🤣

↳ beaumaxwell @alliehayes

↳ alliehayes pls 😭

user so cute

hannahwells i recognize that camera anywhere 🧐

↳ yourusername 🤭

j.tucker as long u don’t bring her around my kitchen anymore

↳ yourusername pls that was one time i swear

↳ j.tucker one time, too many

↳ j.logan let her use it, i’ll fix it later

↳ graham44 pussy whippedddd🤣

↳ yourusername @hannahwells

may 2026 / merakiletters

[merakiletters]

friday i’m in love

❝ throw out your frown and just smile at the sound ❞

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

summery: 3.4k - america’s son, rafe ward cameron jr has been chasing after you for a couple of weeks. after denying every single one of his advances, he’s determined to win you over.

content: au (love story inspired)

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you love your job. truly, there’s nothing like it.

you’ve dreamed of working in fashion since you were a little girl, captivated by the movie glamour of journalists, models, and the frantic magic of backstage design.

you loved the chaos of it all.

your path led you to become a pr specialist, a strategist behind the curtain. you managed the public image and reputations of the most influential people in the outer banks, and the world, navigating crucial crises with steady hands.

you weren't the one who got the credit when a client looked iconic, as usual, the public praised the brand, not the person who curated the soul of the look.

in a way, you didn’t mind. you weren’t there for the spotlight. you did your job because you loved it, and it just so happened you were a natural at it, too.

today, you woke up a second too late. you’d fumbled for the alarm and, without meaning to, drifted back into sleep for a few stolen minutes.

now, finally ready and looking presentable, you slip into the small, prestigious boutique. you offer a quick greeting to stacy at the front desk.

before you can ask her if the boss is in a good mood or if she finally dumped that deadbeat boyfriend of hers, your friend pulls you aside in a blur of motion.

“sorry, stace! talk later!” you apologize as you're dragged toward your desk, a secluded place where you spend half your time when you aren't in the dressing rooms, styling clients into your perfection.

grace has been your closest confidante since day one. you share the same hectic schedule and the same impossible demands from your boss.

“geez, grace! what is it?” you ask, rubbing the wrist she’d been tugging on.

she just says your name with an emphasis that makes you tilt your head in confusion.

“did you get fired? gosh, grace, i told you that you shouldn’t ha—“

she interrupts by saying your name again, placing her hands on either side of your head. she slowly, dramatically, pivots your gaze toward your desk.

there, sitting alongside your scattered notebooks and workspace decor, is a vase of red roses. a small white note is tucked into the blooms.

“it’s from rafe ward cameron jr. sorry, i couldn’t help myself” grace whisper-shouts. you shake your head with a soft smile at her total lack of boundaries.

you step forward, taking in the flowers. they’re a classic, vibrant and fragrant. your fingers reach for the card.

it’s addressed for you, the unexpected but neat cursive handwriting talking to you.

red roses symbolize deep love, passion, and desire. i couldn’t help but think those fit you perfectly. p.s. i had a lovely time talking to you. i wish we could repeat it, this time with more privacy and less of a crowd

— rafe ward cameron jr.

your smile betrays the playful roll of your eyes.

“you have to tell me everything!” grace begins to pepper you with questions, her voice rising. “why is he sending you roses? when did you talk? what did you say to him to get this delivered to the office?”

you place a steadying hand on her shoulder. “grace, calm down. it’s really no big deal”

“no big deal? he’s the biggest heartthrob in the outer banks, maybe the whole country, and it’s no big deal?” she exclaims, baffled by your composure.

you pull her toward your desk, sliding a chair over so it at least looks like you’re working while you spill the details.

the two of you had met at an charity event, one of your bosses had specifically asked you not to attend.

you'd only snuck in after receiving a rare compliment from her boss, the owner of the entire fashion boutique and brand, who had taken a liking to you.

your coworkers had helped you slip through the doors under the guise of delivering a forgotten piece of clothing for a client.

the more likable boss had greeted you with genuine enthusiasm, leading you through the party to introduce you to the industry's elite. eventually, after a drink or two, he’d steered you toward america’s precious son, rafe ward cameron jr.

at first, it felt like nothing. you saw his name in the tabloids every day.

“how to dress like rwc jr: a guide to old money style.” “rwc jr fails the bar exam again! does he want his father’s legacy or just his dirt bike?”

you’d seen him around the island, too, usually going through the streets on that bike.

“rafe! how’s your evening, my friend?” your boss’s boss had exclaimed. “rafe, i want to introduce you to y/n y/l/n”

you were still half-distracted by a conversation with a model when you turned your head. you were met with the piercingest pair of blue eyes you'd ever seen. they held a dangerous, magnetic glint.

he extended a hand. “rafe ward cameron jr. a pleasure”

you took it carefully, not because you were fragile, but because you were skeptical. you knew his reputation. he was attractive, sure, but he had the kind of freedom that came with being a playboy. the last thing you needed was a man who had every girl in the island falling to her knees.

as you introduced yourself, he licked his lips and nodded, his gaze lingering.

the other conversation was cut short when a women pulled your boss away, leaving the two of you alone. for a few minutes, the banter flowed with an unexpected, effortless rhythm.

he was charming, you expected that from the articles but you didn't expect the flashes of genuine kindness.

his sharp jaw and smirk made him disgustingly handsome, but you tried not to get ahead of yourself. he was an infamous player at heart.

as you finally moved to excuse yourself, his hand caught your wrist. he asked for your number.

“i don’t give my number to strangers,” you said playfully as he let go. “you could be a serial killer for all i know”

“oh, c’mon, that’s too much of a commitment,” he countered smoothly. “how about i give you mine? that way, the ball is in your court”

you squinted your eyes, faking deep consideration. “i don’t want to get your hopes up”

“please, i’m not above begging, but maybe not in front of all these people” he said. he didn't sound desperate. he sounded like a man who had done this a hundred times and yet, somehow, meant it for the first time.

“you know where i work,” you said finally, turning to leave. “maybe try reception”

as you walked away, you couldn't resist. you glanced back over your shoulder one last time. he was already staring, a classic cameron smile tugging at his lips as he watched you walk away.

“you have so much more self-control than any other girl in the country. plus, guys like him love to play the cat and mouse game” she said enthusiastically, as you finish your story.

“grace, i’m not playing any games. truly, i’m in such a good place in life and dealing with guys like that? it's just not my style” you say, trying to make her see reason.

“well, whenever you finally give him a chance, tell me. i want to be the first to know” she says, drifting back toward her desk.

“don’t hold your breath, it’s not happening” you call after her, trying to refocus on the assignment in front of you.

“y/n cameron jr... has a nice ring to it” she teases.

you roll your eyes, a small smile tugging at your lips. “you’re ridiculous, grace”

the days go by and so do the flowers at your desk. they change, though, from red roses to white daisies to blue hydrangeas.

maybe if you hadn’t read the paper that same day the first dozen of roses arrived, you would have accepted one of the many proposals he sent in the form of petals and little white notes that accompanied them.

unfortunately, it seemed he was interested in someone else. more like interested in someone else, again.

sofia, whatever her last name was, and rafe had gotten back together, according to the news.

he still kept sending flowers, which confused you. if he was in a relationship, a very public one at that, why the flowers?

you kept telling every delivery guy who drops them off to send them back wherever they came from.

it didn’t bother you, not really. it was just getting annoying. and the office had certainly started to notice the constant rotation of fresh bouquets decorating your desk.

today was a new day. and a new day, by definition, was supposed to be a fresh start. new opportunities, new air to breathe, and unexpected surprises.

emphasis on the unexpected surprises.

as you walked into the boutique, the tension was thick enough to cut it with a knife. stacy’s smile was pulled a bit too tight today, and presley’s usual chaotic energy had been dialed down. you smiled and chatted with them like always.

you wished you hadn’t noticed it, really. noticing meant you cared, and you’d spent the last week telling yourself you didn't. but even if you ignored it, the lack of flowers on your desk was a glaring void. whether you liked it or not, the emptiness was there.

grace was already sitting at her desk when you walked in.

“mornin’ grace” you greeted her. she turned, her eyes scanning your face with clinical precision.

“you okay?” she asked, and you couldn't help the roll of your eyes.

“yes, grace. it might look like the end of the world to you, but it never mattered to me”

not that much, anyway, you held your tongue.

“well,” grace leaned back, “at least it’s because you never gave him a chance. so he went running back to what he was familiar with” she was talking about him and his ex-girlfriend. again.

“you don’t know that” you said, clicking your computer to life and opening the files for the upcoming designs.

“oh, i know. i’ve studied guys like him,” she said, waving a hand dismissively. “they’re a predictable species. untrustworthy by almost by nature and testosterone” she spoke as if she were talking about dinosaurs or some other animal at the zoo.

she wasn't far off, to be honest.

you chuckled. “right. as if i didn’t know that already”

“ah, i forgot your dating philosophy, socrates”

“that’s right. date ’em, train ’em, dump ’em. if you ever forget the rules, gracie, those men will eat you alive out there” you said, matching her mock-serious tone.

the two of you kept the banter going between tasks, joking and gossiping until a slight knock sounded against the cubicle wall. you both practically snapped your necks toward the sound.

stacy stood there, biting her lip to contain a smile that looked suspiciously like a smirk. “someone’s here for you. they’re in the dressing room”

you furrowed your brows, looking over at grace. she gave you a shrug and told you it might be the boss. you told her you’d be right back and smoothed your hair as you headed for the fitting area.

an unexpected surprise, indeed.

standing there, looking over the delicate mannequins and pieces, was rafe ward cameron jr.

he was six-foot-something of pure, unnecessary confidence, currently admiring a piece on the mannequin. when he sensed you enter, he turned. your eyes widened a fraction, you couldn’t exactly say you weren’t surprised, but you could at least control your reaction.

“hi” he said, his voice casual and low.

“hi” you replied.

“sorry, were you busy? i hope i’m not intruding on any of your work assignments” he sounded apologetic.

“no, no. no interruptions at all” you said, cutting off the unnecessary apology. “so, what’s up?”

“i need a new suit” he shrugged, glancing down at his clothes. he was wearing black pants, a brown blazer, a red tie, and a black beret.

you chuckled and headed into the cabin for the tape measure.

“what’s funny?” he asked. the signature smirk was already permanently attached to his face.

“nothing” you murmured. you pointed toward the small platform in front of the mirrors. “stand there. face the mirror and take off your blazer” you commanded, standing behind him. as he complied, you had a full view of his back. even through the white shirt, it was obvious he didn't skip a single workout. he was broad, toned, and stood tall, taking up far too much space in the room.

his smirk deepened in the reflection. “a coffee first, no?”

you rolled your eyes, but he complied regardless. “put your arms up, please”

he stuck them straight up in the air. you shook your head, reached out, and moved them down to shoulder level.

“okay, bossy. got it” he said with a smile.

“not bossy. you’re just acting like a child, so i have to treat you like one”

“ouch. you wound me” he took the joke. “didn’t know you were the tailor, too”

“only until he’s back from lunch break” you said, standing on your tiptoes to wrap the tape around his torso.

your eyes locked in the mirror as you read the number over his shoulder. you moved down to his waist, trying to keep the contact minimal as you memorized his measurements. “we don’t usually take walk-ins. most people make appointments”

“i’m a thirty three waist. that’s all i know”

“you’re a thirty two” you corrected, moving from his back to his front and writing the numbers down.

you reached up, your hand grazing his jaw as you tilted his face upward.

“is the tailor always this touchy?” he teased.

you ignored him, focused on wrapping the tape around his neck. he looked down at you, his head still tilted back, his gaze heavy and intentional. he was making it impossible to ignore the eye contact. and you’re only human, your gaze lingered on his eyes for a second too long before drifting, just for a millisecond, down toward his lips.

you stepped away after getting the measure. “it’ll be ready in a week or two. we’ll contact you”

“you’ll contact me?” he asked, knowing exactly how to tease you.

“my boss. or the tailor. or tanya” you said, finishing the notes. “anything else?”

“ties? to go with the suit, maybe?”

you chuckled and shook your head, not a rejection of the request, just from amusement.

he stepped down from the platform, closing the distance between you. “what? didn’t know you could deny business. what kind of pr specialist are you?”

“a very busy one, rafe” you said, leaning back against the display table in the middle of the room.

he paused, his expression softening as he looked at you.

“you’re right. i’m sorry” he took another step forward. “how can i make it up to you?”

“you can start by swiping your credit card?” you teased.

he let out a low chuckle, stepping closer into your space. “or... you could allow me to take you to dinner?”

you found yourself at a small by the beach fancy restaurant. checking the watch decorating your wrist, you saw it marked 7:35 pm.

he was twenty minutes late.

“are you sure we can’t get you anything else?” the waiter asked, hovering by your small table.

you declined kindly, standing up to head for the exit. you wished you could say you didn’t see it coming, that you didn’t know he was that kind of guy. but you couldn’t, because you knew exactly who rafe cameron was when you accepted the invite.

as you walked out, his car pulled up. you didn’t glance back, even as you heard him call your name.

“please, don’t leave” he called after you.

you paused and turned to face him. “you’re twenty minutes late. you could have called the restaurant, maybe”

“i’m so sorry” he said, using your name with a tone that actually sounded sincere. “i really am. please, let me buy you dinner. if i’m not worth the wait, the food might be. c’mon, please?”

now, you were back at that small outdoor table with rafe beside you. you both skimmed the menu in silence. the only sounds were the crashing waves and the low hum of nearby tables. you could feel him glancing at you, but you kept your eyes fixed on the menu in front of you.

“is this where you usually bring them?” you finally broke the silence.

“bring who?”

“your dates” you clarified.

his lip twitched upward. “i’m a sucker for a dinner with an ocean view, what can i say?”

“every restaurant here has an ocean view, rafe”

he just shrugged, a small smirk playing on his face. silence fell again, and as if you couldn’t help yourself, you spoke up. “do you think every woman in the outer banks wishes they were here with you right now?”

he shook his head.

“you don’t think so?” you raised an eyebrow.

“no, i do. all the women, but probably a few of the guys, too, no?” he said with a grin. you couldn’t help but smile back.

the rest of the dinner went surprisingly well. the banter was easy, the drinks were cold, and the food was actually worth the wait.

he teased, you laughed. you shared stories, and he actually listened, asking for more.

walking out of the restaurant, you felt lighter than you had earlier. you’d learned about his "backpacking" phase and his complicated feelings about being a politician’s son in the spotlight.

he tried to learn about you, too. your job, your childhood, your hobbies but you only gave him just enough to keep him interested.

the mood stayed easy as he walked you home.

“okay, got it. no smoking for you” he teased as you explained your very specific conditions.

“only when i’m feeling the extra buzz after the club” you said as the warm streetlights glowed above. “because if i ever started smoking when i was stressed, i’d be an addict in an instant”

“extra buzz? i might have to try that sometime” he smiled.

“you’ve never had a cigarette after a club? or a party?” you asked, genuinely surprised.

“well, i don’t really do the clubbing scene, and the parties i go to... they aren't exactly house parties” he explained.

“so you just smoke regularly? like, ‘oh, i’m stressed, let me have a smoke’ kind of way?” you teased.

he laughed at your mocking tone. “i guess you could say it like that”

you rolled your eyes and nodded. “whatever floats your boat”

as the two of you walk the warm, amber-lit streets of outer banks, you reach the familiar entrance of your apartment complex.

“this is me” you say, crossing the street toward the building.

“thought i had more time?” he asks as you come to a full stop.

“more time for what? to talk about your girlfriend? what’s her name, ah, maria?” you call him out, half joking, half not. you remember her name perfectly, you just want to see his reaction.

his easy grin stays fixed as he shakes his head and looks down. “didn’t think you were one to read the tabloids” he says, crossing his arms.

“it’s inevitable in this town. they’re practically shoved in your face” you shrug.

“well, i didn’t think you were one to believe everything in those tabloids, either” he counters, giving you a short nod.

you raise your eyebrows. “so, you’re telling me everything they say is a lie?”

he shrugs. “not everything. but mostly”

“sounds exhausting” you say, racking your brain for whether to believe him or not.

“i deal with it,” he says with a hint of confidence. “so... will i see you again?”

you feign deep thought. “perhaps”

he looks like he wants to push for a better answer, but he doesn't.

“well, i better go. it’s getting late” you say. then, you do something that surprises even you.

you rise onto your tiptoes and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. so close to a real kiss, yet so far.

his smile deepens, your eyes glistening with mischief.

you walk up the steps and slide your key into the door. looking back, you give him one last soft smile. he’s still standing there, watching you.

“night, cameron” you wave, biting your lip as you enter the building.

your heart is racing, and you can't seem to wipe the grin off your face.

you’ll be seeing him again, you decide.

you aren’t in love, but the air that friday night feels a lot like it.

march 2026 / merakiletters

[merakiletters]

hypnotized

❝ can you make me see and feel, seems like a dream ❞

pairing: steve harrington x hopper!fem!reader

summery: 5k - being part of a family where your dad's the chief of police and your sister has telekinetic powers definitely isn't a walk in the park but having steve harrington as your best friend, that is what makes it all a bit more bearable.

content: 18+

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you were terrified.

it wasn’t the heart-stopping kind of fear you’d felt standing face-to-face with a demogorgon. that was a fear of dying.

this was a fear of living.

still, as you looked around your bedroom, the ache in your chest felt disturbingly similar.

the room was a skeleton, without the skin of its former self. empty squares on the wallpaper marked where posters had been torn down. your closet was emptied of everything but a few stray hangers.

on the desk, a small pile of leftbehinds remained, a rusted friendship bracelet and a stack of graded high school essays that suddenly felt like ancient texts.

with a heavy sigh, you zipped your duffle bag. packing the "necessities” for college had been a nightmare because for you, everything felt like a lifeline necessity.

you looked at the things tucked into your carry-on. the crinkled letter from el after you’d tried to teach her cursive, the polaroid of mike where you and max had gleefully drawn devil horns on his head and angel wings on el’s, the heavy radio dustin and lucas had gifted you so you could "stay in contact", and the charcoal drawing of the welcome to hawkins sign will had given you, promising it would help with your homesickness, if you had any.

you collapsed onto the mattress and closed your eyes. the house was quiet. a heavy, suffocating silence. you knew the first few nights in a dorm would feel exactly like this. you tried to shut out the thoughts of leaving.

you had spent years dreaming of an escape, of finding a world that didn't involve slime monsters or government conspiracies. but now that the clock was ticking down, the ‘uniformity’ of hawkins felt like a warm blanket you weren't ready to take off.

a sharp knock at the front door shattered your thoughts. you sat up, wiped your eyes, and headed to the entrance.

standing there was the chief of police himself, your dad. his brow was furrowed in that classic and grumpy hopper scowl, his jaw set in a line of permanent exasperation.

he was the one you were going to miss the most. even the sarcastic mumbles you used to loathe suddenly felt like something you’d want to bottle up and take with you.

he’d been stubborn about the move, of course. for months it was, “family stays close” and “what’s wrong with the community college?” it took a dozen arguments about "better futures" and "leaving the nest" from joyce for him to finally accept that his daughter was no longer twelve years old.

"help me with these, would you?" he grunted, shoving one of four overflowing grocery bags into your arms.

you retreated to the kitchen, immediately digging through the bag. eggs, bacon, eggos... “dad, what is this?" you pulled out a bright package. "bonkers candy? ew. why would you buy these?"

"your sister’s little boyfriend likes 'em" hopper huffed as el trailed in behind him, already reaching for the milk.

"well, mike has disgusting taste, because these taste like shit" you remarked.

"language" hopper warned automatically.

"yeah," el added, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "language"

you rolled your eyes, finishing the unpacking while hopper retreated to the living room to reclaim his spot on the couch.

you and el stayed in the kitchen, leaning against the counter and sharing a pint of ice cream, a gift from steve (aka scoops).

"el, i’m telling you," you said, licking your spoon as she relayed a rumor she’d overheard from joyce. "i don't see will as the 'totally tubular' surfer type. california is going to be a culture shock for them"

she giggled, mimicking your tone. "totally not tubular"

"although," you added under your breath, "jonathan is definitely going to find... certain things to enjoy in california"

"mhm?" el tilted her head. you just shook your head, not ready to explain the nuances of jonathan’s potential new addictions to her.

"when are your friends coming?"

"later" she said shortly.

"what’s 'later'?" she shrugged, a carbon copy of hopper’s stubbornness.

"later. when is steve coming?"

"later" you mimicked, turning to head back to your room with a smirk.

"so, he is your boyfriend?" she called out, following you down the hall.

"ha! no. absolutely not" you deadpanned.

"but you kiss"

"no"

"max said you did"

"max sees what she wants to see, el. doesn't mean it’s true" it was a lie, and it tasted bitter. you’d been lying to yourself for so long it was becoming a second language. just friends.

"max wouldn't lie" el said, her brows furrowing in that intense, psychic-like focus she always had.

"you’d be surprised" you muttered. you flopped back onto your bed and flipped open a book, signaling the end of the conversation.

"what does that mean?" you didn't answer. you just slid your headphones on, clicked your walkman into gear, and let the music drown out the sound of her huffing as she walked away.

for a few minutes, you could pretend you weren't leaving at all and that it was just another summer day in the shitty town.

the sun sets before you even realize it and the house is no longer quiet.

laughter and remarks are flying off the walls of the living room.

eleven and her friends hadn't only decided to show up, but they'd also decided to make the night a “toast to you” they teased you about your best (and worst) attributes throughout the years, and how it was all bittersweet now that you were leaving for college.

you wanted to tear up when they first started, and maybe a tear or two actually did slip, but that was way before lucas and dustin started going back and forth, hitting every punchline perfectly. now, your tears weren't sad, they were happy ones.

“..and it turns out he uses farrah fawcett hairspray!”

“it’s great for my hair!”

you look over at steve and find he’s already looking at you. you giggle. it's a small inside joke, the fact that he actually uses the same spray dustin is currently getting flamed for.

steve had arrived a few minutes after the kids, armed with snacks and a fresh batch of stories to share about you.

as the night goes on, the loud jokes fade into quiet whispers. the lights go out as the movie mike picked starts playing, which immediately meant everyone watch or you’ll get quizzed later.

you and steve are doing anything but watching. sharing the couch and a shared blanket, you talk in low hush, reminiscing about how much your lives had changed. the flickering light of the tv is the only way you can see his face.

“—and it was so weird seeing you all beaten up and rambling about some monster! i still can’t believe you knew about all of that and never cared to mention it to me” you whisper as softly as you can, trying not to draw attention from the kids.

“your dad totally threatened to kill me if i got you involved!”

“and you believed his bluff?”

“he didn’t look like he was bluffing”

you chuckle, earning a sharp “shush!” from mike, who is sitting on the carpeted floor with your sister.

“so, big moving day tomorrow, huh?” steve changes the topic.

the jitters come back instantly, and you start to feel nauseous all over again.

“hey, what’s up? nervous?” steve notices your discomfort.

you nod and, before you know it, you start to ramble. “honestly, i don’t think i’m ready. i don’t feel ready and i for sure don’t look ready. i mean, i don’t look like a college girl, do i? and what am i going to do with you miles away? i can’t just call you up and expect you to come over like i’ve done for so long. i’m going to have to make new friends and meet new people and that’s fine, sure. but right now, i’d rather hang with these losers than anyone else”

as you finish, you notice he’s just staring at you. not at your heavy breathing or the crease of your furrowed brows, he’s looking past your eyes and into your mind. he has a habit of doing that, like he’s over analyzing your soul.

“steve?” you try to snap him out of it.

“i think you're ready. i know you are” he says so confidently it actually makes you forget why you were spiraling.

before your mind can return to college nonsense, it drifts somewhere else, somewhere you’ve kept hidden in the very back of your head.

your eyes linger on his lips, the ones he just licked for hydration or probably out of habit.

you look at his eyes, the ones that bring comfort to your darkest days.

you trace his constellation-like moles. ever since high school, you’ve wanted to kiss every single one of them. his hands are currently too close to your legs, and yet, not close enough.

was it the blanket, or was it getting really hot in here?

he calls your name, his brows rising with a soft, barely-there smile. oh gosh, his smile.

“lost you there for a sec?” he asks.

you shake your head, hoping to shake the thoughts away with it. “i’m fine. maybe i’m just overreacting”

“been telling you that, but okay”

you shake your head, smiling now, too. he stares at you, his own grin widening.

“what?” you ask, feeling flustered under his intense gaze.

“i’m going to miss your smile” he says, as casually as if your heart hadn't just stopped.

you’re speechless. a 'thanks' doesn't feel sufficient, and you certainly can't tell him everything you were just thinking.

he seems speechless too, but for a different reason.

the glow of the tv hits your face just right. to him, everything about you is so perfect that he’d label anyone who said otherwise as psychotic.

your eyes are like glistening stars, hypnotizing him as you bat your eyelashes. there is no one else in the universe who can make him laugh the way you do.

“what?” you ask again, more shyly this time.

he realizes then that those aren't "strictly friends only" thoughts.

but who is he kidding? there’s no way he could ever just be your friend.

“i—”

“shush!”

he mentally curses himself, and mike wheeler’s entire existence.

before you two can start shit-talking mike, the living room lights flip on. a chorus of groans erupts from the kids and steve alike.

“c’mon, kids! it’s past your bedtime” hopper speaks up.

“shit” dustin curses, checking his watch.

12:34 am.

the kids scramble off the floor, but you and steve remain on the couch for a beat.

“i’ll get you all home. let’s go” hopper says, grabbing his keys and spinning them on his finger.

the group trails behind him. even el, who usually goes with him to bid her friends goodbye. hopper gives you and steve a withering look before heading out. you hear the chatter of the kids fade as the engine starts.

you glance back at the living room. candy wrappers and popcorn are strewn across the floor. you groan, and steve chuckles beside you.

“oh no, don’t think you're getting out of this one” you warn him, shedding the warmth of the blanket to start picking up the trash.

he follows reluctantly, helping you tidy up. after the floor is clean, you inevitably end up in your bedroom, which looks much emptier than the last time he was there.

“so, how are we killing time?” he asks, flopping onto your bed.

“killing time? isn’t it past your bedtime, too?” you say, laying down next to him.

“drank two cokes and a bag of m&ms during the movie. don’t think i’m sleeping anytime soon”

you glance to your side. he’s lying there face up, but he senses your gaze and turns to look at you. the second his face moves toward yours, you realize just how close you are.

“hey” he says softly.

“hi” you whisper back.

“i’m gonna miss you, you know?”

your heart flips. “i know, you big sap. you already said that”

he shrugs. “it’s true”

“i’m only moving a few hours away” you try to reassure him.

“691 miles” he says. the precision takes you by surprise.

“how do you know that?”

“read it on a map” he says, trying to sound casual.

“you read it on a map?” you repeat.

he shrugs again. he’s so close that your mind starts to cloud.

you sit up, and he follows suit. the atmosphere is dense, the air thick with unspoken words. your body feels it before he even speaks.

he says your name. softly. hardly there.

you turn to him. “hm?”

“remember that one time we went to lover’s lake before the start of senior year?”

you nod wordlessly, letting him find the words.

“you told me how happy you were that you didn't feel like your freshman self anymore. you felt like you’d grown up”

you couldn’t believe he still remembers that and in its own way, it’s kinda sweet.

you nod again.

“i remember you told me that you’d never felt the... the electricity of living. you know, like romantically. and i know it’s pathetic, but—” he pauses, rambling for a second before stopping himself.

“yeah?” you urge.

“i’ve felt that electricity. like a burn. this desire to want you to feel what it's like to burn for someone” he says, leaving you breathless. “and these last couple of weeks... i don't want to call it 'fooling around,' but i have no other words. you’re my best friend and i’d never want to change that, unless it’s for the one thing in the world i burn for the most”

your heart is pounding against your ribs, your eyes are stinging with tears.

“i don’t know if i'm being stupid, but i’ve been trying to make you feel the same thing i feel in the only way we’ve allowed ourselves to. and i’m only saying this because the thrill of not knowing if you get it too... it’s driving me mad”

he finishes his confession, leaving you paralyzed. shivers run down your spine and your hands are shaking. it feels like someone just threw a bucket of ice water over you.

after a moment of silence, he starts to nervously ramble again. “y/n, i mean... i’ve really liked you for so lo—”

“you’re a loser, steve harrington” is the last thing he hears before you pull his face to yours and kiss him. deep, gentle, and sure.

your hand finds its place at the nape of his neck, pulling him impossibly closer.

there’s a low vibration as he hums into the kiss, a sound that makes your stomach flip.

his hand, massive compared to the small frame of your face, lifts to cradle your jaw, deepening the contact. “been dreaming about you since forever” he murmurs against your lips.

“yeah?” it’s all you can manage. your brain has seemingly lost the ability to process anything beyond one syllable words.

“mhm” he breathes, shifting toward the headboard without breaking the connection.

instinctively, you follow him. in its own way, it feels familiar, the heat of him, the slick graze of his tongue against yours, but this time, you refuse to let go.

you can’t.

the weight of the “last time” hangs heavy between you. the thought that it might be a long, long time, or ever, before you feel this again makes the ache in your chest swell for all the wrong reasons.

steve, ever the observant friend, feels the shift in you immediately.

“baby?” he mumbles, the pet name nearly enough to make the world stop spinning.

“i’m sorry, steve. my mind is just… racing a thousand miles” you apologize. he settles his back against the pillows, hands sliding down to rest on your hips as you hover on your knees beside him.

he begins drawing small, grounding circles against your skin. his lips are glossy, pulled into that lazy, lopsided grin that always ruins you.

“what is it? talk to me”

you groan, throwing your head back in a mix of frustration and sheer vulnerability. “my head is just spinning”

“from kissing me? i’m flattered, really, but—”

“not from that, you idiot” a small laugh breaks through your tension, and by the look on his face, that was exactly his goal.

“there’s nothing for you to worry about” he sits up a bit straighter, pulling you back into him.

“you’re a smart girl” he kisses you again, slow and lingering, before shifting to hover over you, pressing your back flat against the mattress.

“my smart girl” he repeats, peppering soft, adoring kisses down your jawline.

you sigh, melting into the sheets as the anxiety begins to lose its grip. “yeah, all smart and ready for college”

he’s too good at making you forget. he tugs your shirt up just enough to expose the skin of your stomach, his voice a low and grovel to the present. “you’re gonna do so good out there, you know that?”

he traces a path of kisses down your skin, and as his hands find the waistband of your shorts, you let the rest of the world finally fall away.

your mind was gone at this point, you were stressed about something that steve managed to make so small, that you forgot about it so quickly.

“steve” you breathe, pulling away just enough to catch your breath. “my dad and sister could be back any second”

and it’s classic steve harrington to be cocky and coy, even with the threat of your father walking in. he just smirks, leaning closer. “better make this quick then”

he pulls you back into a kiss, and for a moment, the world goes quiet.

you’ve always had a habit of getting stuck in your own head, but this time, the intrusive thoughts aren't about fear, they’re about certainty.

it has to be steve. it wouldn't feel right with anyone else.

you let your mind sink into your body, your hands roaming down to his stomach and drifting beneath the hem of his shirt. steve lets out a low groan against your lips.

as your fingers find the buckle of his jeans, he pauses, pulling back just an inch.

“woah, baby. what are you trying to do?” he asks. he sounds surprised, maybe even a little dazed.

you whine softly, the heat rising to your neck. you’ve always hated having to say things like this out loud. “steve... i’m ready” you murmur, trying to cue him in without having to spell it out.

“ready?” he repeats. his arm is braced above your head, the other hand resting heavy on your waist. you watch his face as the confusion melts into realization, his cheeks flushing a deep, sudden red. it makes your own face feel even warmer.

“shit, i mean—are you? ready, i mean. it’s a big deal and we don’t have to—”

“steve” you cut off his rambling before he can get in his own way. “i am. i want it to be you”

the words hit him like a bucket of cold water, he was stilled and grounding. he opens his mouth to speak, closes it, and tries again. nothing comes out.

“what is it, baby?” you tease, throwing his own endearment back at him.

he looks down at you, the smirk finally returning to get away from the shock. “are you sure?”

you nod, a little bolder now. “yes, steve. otherwise i wouldn't be practically naked under you”

he shakes his head, a genuine grin breaking across his face. he kisses you then, an intensity that serves as your answer, before suddenly springing up to lock the bedroom door. “just in case” he mutters.

you watch him as he tugs his shirt over his head, discarding it somewhere near your abandoned shorts. you shamelessly check him out, and of course, he notices.

“enjoying the view?”

“something like that” you hum.

he settles back over you, peppering soft, lingering kisses across your face, but the reality of the situation pricks at your mind again. “what if he’s speeding and probably already on his way back? he’s the chief, can’t get a ticket”

“he’s probably only just dropping off will” steve reasons, his voice low and steady. “he’s still got lucas, max, dustin, and mike. that’s the route i usually take. we have time”

you smile, shaking your head as you slowly pull your top over your head. the gentleness in his eyes shifts into pure, unadulterated awe.

you don’t give him much time to adjust to the view of you in just your bra and underwear.

you reach for the button of his jeans, your fingers fumbling slightly in your haste.

he lets you, watching with a hooded gaze as your hands work against the denim, you fumbled a bit at first, he lets you. simply watching your soft fingers try to do such a obscene gesture, he smirks. finally, the button gives way and he slides them off.

he’s already hard, and you gulp at the mere size. he’s straining against his boxers.

“it's not going to fit” you mumbled, the words escaping before you could filter them, the tone sharper than intended.

he chuckled and places a small kiss on your cheek, “don’t worry, i got you”

you trust him more than anyone in the world, he wouldn’t hurt you in any way. so you trust him.

his hand moves, slowly and deliberately. his finger hitched lower, exactly where you needed him the most. he leans in to kiss you, slowly and you melt into it.

his fingers slip past your already wet underwear. he rubs small circles, spreading your slick around your clit. you gasp in to the kiss, hips slightly bucking up. “so wet f’me, sweetheart” he murmured.

you nod, not exactly sure at what but it’s all your body manages to do.

his finger press harder against you, torturing you with slow rubs.

“more” you whine, softly. almost inaudible and you’re surprised he even heard you.

“pretty little thing won’t find anything like this when you’re away, huh?” he teases so sweetly that it makes you clench at nothing. “guess i’ll have to give it to her” he coos as he slips two fingers inside your wetness. you moan and your back arches against the bedsheets.

he pumps his fingers slowly at first, building up rhythm. he leans down to kiss you again, so sincerely that it contradicts his actions in between your legs.

his fingers slip past begin to thrust in and out of you in a much faster face.

you’re a writhing and whining mess underneath him. you grab onto his shoulders for stability, leaving small crescent on his shoulders from you nails.

moans spill from your lips, but you don’t seem to care. his thumbs makes contact with your clit, “oh gosh, steve!”

“it’s just two fingers, baby. think you can handle my cock?” he ask cockily and it only makes you nod hurriedly.

he curls his fingers inside of you, making a scissoring movement inside of you that had you crying and arching your back more.

the familiar, warm coiling in your abdomen was tethering in to a knot that was seconds away from snapping. “stevee” you whine his name and he can feel you being close.

“cumming already, baby? around my fingers?” he teases and you can’t do anything but nod and whine, thrusting your hips more.

and if his motives of pulling them out hadn’t been obvious, you might have been tempted to smack him.

“you’re such an—“ he cuts you off by pulling his boxers down.

swallowing down any meaningless insult you had, you couldn’t help but stare down. it’s thick and long, with a flushed tip that was dripping with precum.

he can’t help but grin at your reaction, can’t deny it’s an ego boost to have the prettiest girl in indiana, and soon new york, stare at him in the way you were.

“it’s unfair, you never work out and you’re, like, totally ripped and then you’re just blessed with…that”

he can’t help but chuckle, he leans down and kisses your mouth, “it’s unfair that i get the prettiest girl ever complementing me as if im some kind of god”

“slow your horses down, harrington. i didn’t say all that” you tease and return the chaste kiss.

he smiles against your lips and his hand slowly moves down your underwear again, this time he slides it off your legs.

“are you sure you still want this?” he ask, and you’ve never heard him speaking in such careful manner. it makes your heart warm.

you nod again, “so sure, steve”

he wrapped his hand around it, giving it a stroke once, twice and your can’t help but watch as his face contorts with pleasure.

he lowers himself down, lining up the head of his dick within your folds. he pushes in slowly and you both moan at the sensation. “holy fuck, baby. s’tight” he groans again your ear. “all warm ‘nd wet for me”

you clench down and he groans again, “fuck, sweetheart. don’t think i’ll last long, so don’t laugh”

it’s makes you smile and shake your head, regardless of the current position. “i’ll brag about it until i die”

one of his hands reaches for yours, lacing your fingers together besides your head.

he continues to push in deeper, it burns at first. not in pain exactly, just simply adjusting to his size.

he stretches you just right, the burn slowly turns into pleasure as he bottoms out and you practically feel him in your guts.

you cried out when he presses on your lower stomach where his tip ends inside of you.

“feel me, baby? all the way inside your pretty little pussy”

he pulls back slightly and thrusts back inside, “fuck, stevie. s‘big” you whine as he keeps the steady and slow movement.

“yea but you’re taking it all, huh. it’s meant for you, baby” his hips snap against your thighs, keeping his rhythm.

“more, please. need more” you whine, needing more of him.

“all needy for me. never going to find anything like this in college, not anywhere. all for me” he mumbles as his pace gets harder and faster with each thrust.

his words make you clench again and your moan gets louder. they were possessive and even sounded odd coming out of his mouth, but when they came out in a groan with his dick rearranging your guts, it didn’t sound so bad.

your back arched off the mattress with whines spilling out your lips. the warmth on your lower stomach was back and you knew you weren’t going to last much longer.

“so fuckin’ pretty like this” he murmurs sweet nothings as he lifts your legs so they rest on his hips. this causes him to hit a new spot inside, you don’t ever think had been touched before. “steve, oh goshhh!”

“gonna cum so soon? yea, cream my cock, baby. it’s all yours” you were gasping and moaning as the pleasure builds up.

“fuck, steve! i’m gonna cum, shit! i’m cumming” you cry as the hot coiling knot in your stomach shatters. his name breaks across your lips and you come apart.

he continues his pace inside you, he’s muttering and whimpering nonsense, “holy fuck! sweetheart, m’cumming, mph!” he whines as he pulls out, spilling his warm, white spurt on your abdomen. he places both of his hands on your waist, keeping him in place. needing to touch you to make sure you, this, were real.

high and flustered, you both collapse on your bed. the only sound heard was both of your heavy breathing and the sound of your heartbeat on your ear.

you’re the first to break the silence, “so.. sex is overrated”

his head snaps toward you so fast it almost gives you whiplash just watching him. you giggle at the sight, his brows furrowed, lips pressed into a tight line.

“i’m just kidding” you tease, your voice trailing off playfully. “you’re the best i’ll ever have”

“i better be. i’ve been practicing for this,” he counters, and you can’t help but chuckle. “today was just a cheat day because i didn’t last as long as i usually do, but i’ll show you how long i can really go”

“sure, stevie”

the two of you settle back into the mattress, the college stress long forgotten as the easy silence of two friends, turned in to something more, drifts back in.

“hey, once you get settled in at school and you know, get the whole deal figured out... i want to take you out. like, an actual date” he says. it catches you off guard, even though you’d been dreaming about this exact moment your whole life before.

“don’t worry, you’re first in line” you joke, leaning in to kiss him.

“and i want to be the last” he murmurs against your lips, smiling into the kiss.

“we’ll see about that” you giggle, pulling away just enough to catch your breath. “seriously, though, we need to change before my dad comes home, or you’ll never get to take me on that date”

you reach for the first thing you find, steve’s shirt, but just as you’re about to toss it to him, the front door swings open. two sets of footsteps echo through the house, one light, the other heavy.

“fuck” you whisper-shout, scrambling to pull his shirt over your head. you shove the nearest piece of clothing at him, thankfully, his boxers.

he’s barely got them on before you both dive under the covers, lying stiffly beneath the blanket. “act normal” you hiss.

right then, hopper walks in. no knocking, obviously.

he stares at the two of you lying there, perfectly straight and suspicious. it’s late, and he looks like he doesn't have the energy to process whatever did or didn't just happen in here. he rubs his eyes, pointing a tired finger at the both of you.

“only because you’re leaving tomorrow... he can stay” that’s all he says before shutting the door.

you’re left speechless, but steve just turns to you with a growing smirk.

“so. the whole night together?”

you shove his face jokingly. “you wish, harrington”

“damn right i do”

march 2026 / merakiletters

[merakiletters]

private eyes

❝ they see your every move, oh babe ❞

paring: steve harrington x fem ! reader

summery: four times steve harrington talks to himself in your comment section & the one time you actually reply + hard launch.

content: smau

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the hair

how did you become friends w y/n??

robs

we just meet yesterday at the party

and ik ur like weirdly obsessed w her but don’t make it weird

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the hair

but this is my only chance w her 😩

robs

i think u could’ve had a chance if u didn’t comment on her post like a creepy stalker

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ill try but no promises

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u r the best ❤️

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friends 👯‍♀️

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why is steve harrington always in ur comment section practically talking to himself ??

friend3

can’t u tell? she’s got him wrapped around her finger 🤭

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hahaha no wayy he’s prob like that w everyone

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he’s not like that w any of us

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truee !!

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u think?

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totallyy

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slow downnnn who said i wanted him !?!?

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🙄 not even

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delusion at its finest

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hey

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girls as in plural ?

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you and all your personalities

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march 2026 / merakiletters

[merakiletters]

merakiltters’ masterlist

000. multi

sports car (core) one-shots, sfw

001. steve harrington

like a prayer ╱ cherry cherry ╱ hypnotized 18+

crazy 18+

private eyes smau

002. rafe cameron

friday i’m in love au

003. john logan

busy woman 18+ smau

004. dean di laurentis

i need you smau

005. faze adapt

r u mine? smau

safety net sfw

i can see you sfw

training wheels sfw

ladygirl sfw

surrender sfw (coming soon)

006. stable ronaldo

i knew it, i knew you hc, sfw

loveeeeee song 18+

007. jason todd

acquainted 18+

more to come...

( requests are so welcomed ! )