😭🥰😭🥰😭🥰😭🥰😭🥰😭🥰😭🥰😭

"For years now, Jake had had a soft spot for you." Yess, I love when Jake has a soft spot for the reader 🥺

The ending left me like this: 🤨🧐

do not chastise the dove (2) ✧ steven grant, marc spector, jake lockley

do not chastise the dove ✧ a royal moon knight au | ao3 | pinterest board

pairing: knight!steven grant x fem!princess!reader x knight!marc spector x knight!jake lockley

series summary: you were a princess who would rather be anything but a royal; he was the knight her father forced her to marry—a true match made in hell if there ever was one. but, as the wedding inches closer and closer, it seems that, perhaps, your father had finally done something right by you. 

chapter summary: marc decides to give you a chance. 

word count: 7,060

warnings?: royal au, arranged marriage, abusive father, pet name (dove), not proofread

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sambucky will save them all

OMG that was perfect, absolutely perfect 😂😂 I loved it so much! And the ending was 😚🤌

Eddie’s girl

Plot- the party agreed on 1 thing only, do not let the new girl meet Eddie Munson (fluff)

Master-list

Steve and Robin were talking at the counter about his latest date. Well, Steve was, and Robin was mocking him.

 “I’m telling you, she was insane. She poured half the container of salt on her noodles. Who goes to an Indian restaurant and gets buttered noodles? “ Steve complained.

Robin rolled her eyes and said, "Jeez, Dingus, you have such real problems in the world.” As she checked in, all the tapes were returned.

 The pair’s eyes rose when a shadow casted over the countertop. There stood the most gorgeous girl they had ever seen. She had her hair styled nicely, a smokey eye look, eyeliner sharp as a knife, and cherry red lips. Her arms were warmed by a leather jacket; a band tee lay underneath, and they guessed jeans would be covering her legs if they could see. Maybe a pair of sneakers to go with the look. She had her fingers decorated with chunky rings and black nails.

Steve felt drool hit the bottom of his chin. This girl looked like someone who knew how to ruin your life, and he wasn’t mad about it.

Robin felt a blush creep on her cheeks. This girl looked like she’d ruined Robin’s innocence with one touch, and she wasn’t mad about it.

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I just can't stop listening and watching Queen!!

I'm want so much see Bohemian Rhapsody, but my city haven't a cinema. 😭😭

No, the one I like is in Hawkins. 

C'moooon. STOP BEING STUPID! KISS. DATE. MARRY. HAVE CHILDREN ALREADY!!

"I have a girlfriend!"

Wait, wait, wait. WHAT?? OMGGGG. 😫😫😫😫 I can't even be angry with Steve because he waited so much for y/n and he deserves someone who can makes him happy the way he deserves. 😭😭😭 I didn't think that read Steve say that the other girl is funny and sweet and that he wants to give it a chance would hurt me so much 😭😭😭

Loved the chapter. Your writing really amazes me 😍😍

timing's a bitch (s.h) - 3/5

spring '86

i almost had you and i almost wish you would've loved me too - almost, bowling for soup (x)

"if you have chemistry, you only need one other thing...timing. but timing is a bitch" - how i met your mother

a.k.a a.k.a the three times that steve harrington chose the wrong moment, the one time that you chose the wrong moment, and the one time you both got it right (series masterlist)

You didn’t come back to Hawkins until Spring. 

It was nothing to do with Steve. Actually, nothing had changed with him. Aside from looking at him and realising that he was single-handedly responsible for the best night of your life, he was still Steve to you. Steve, who you had shaken hands with and agreed that neither of you would ever mention the hook up. Steve, who had insisted you both have a mature conversation about your fight. Steve, who had continued to drive to the city every other fucking weekend since then so you could spend time together as best friends. Just best friends. Nothing else. Even though you shared ice cream at Coney Island and stalked through Battery City at six in the fucking morning to admire the views. You shared a bed and many demons but here you were. Best friends. 

Spring Break came around quicker than you expected. You’d been eager to spend more than a singular weekend at home and actually catch up with your old friends; coffee with Nancy and record shopping with Eddie were all on the agenda, but Steve had insisted on booking you up for most of the week you were home. In some way, hooking up had accidentally brought you closer. All signs of co-dependency that you would rather have ignored than face in couples therapy. Who had the money? 

That night had played on your mind over and over again, as had the other night that you and Steve almost-but-didn’t actually hook-up. That word, you’d found, had come up a lot in recent months: almost. You almost slept with him. You almost took Steve up on his offer of a relationship. You almost begged him to stay the morning after you fucked. So many almosts in the space of just a few months and it was starting to fry your brain. You’d gone fourteen years without ever thinking of Steve as anything more than a friend; fourteen years pitying whichever girl he was trying to woo that week. You’d never anticipated that you might one day be one of those girls. 

It didn’t feel as bad as you thought it would.

Your first day home, as promised to your parents, was spent at their house. It was unpacking and lunch and then catching up on what you’d done since Christmas - though you refrained from telling them who you had done -and then finally, around sun down, they released you from their grip to go and meet your friends at the lake. Steve, as promised, pulled up outside your house at 8:02PM. 

He met you half-way up the garden path, taking you in his embrace.

“Hey, stranger!”

“Hey, Steve,” you laughed. “I only saw you last week-”

“- in New York,” he cut you off, releasing you from his grip. He ran a hand over your hair with a grin. “Seeing you in Hawkins is…different.”

You frowned. “Different how?”

“Just different,” he shrugged. “C’mon, everyone’s already at the lake.”

“Yeah, sorry,” you huffed, following Steve to the car. “My mum was talking my ear off for like three hours about my Aunt Fiona’s operation.”

Steve smiled. “Don’t apologise. I visited her in hospital last week and she’s doing okay.”

“You visited my aunt in hospital?”

“Well…yeah,” he said it as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. “I’ve known her basically my entire life.”

“It’s not that,” you replied. “It just looks really bad that I didn’t come from New York earlier to see her-”

“-it’s okay, you’re busy,” he shrugged. “Besides, I will always be Fiona’s favourite. The Golden Child.”

You chattered back and forth until you reached the lake. 

As promised, Nancy was already down there with the gang and, true to her nature, she’d brought everything you could possibly need. A tent, towels, stuff to make s’mores when the sun went down. Evening was slowly creeping in but it was still very warm out - maybe seventy or so degrees - and the water looked beautiful under the pink sunset. Save for a few other groups dotted about the shores, the lake was pretty quiet. That meant that the group had spread out a little. 

Still, that didn’t stop them all piling in your direction as soon as they saw you get out of Steve’s car. Nancy first, and then Robin, and then finally Eddie Munson wrapped his wily arms around you and dragged you over to where they were sat. There was no pointing in screaming and kicking - he was freakishly strong after all - because that would only encourage him even more to dump you straight in the lake. So, you were grateful when he dropped you on the ground and handed you a beer from his cooler. 

“Beers are on me, ladies,” he grinned proudly. “Stole ‘em from my uncle.”

“And they say romance is dead,” Robin muttered. 

“So,” Nancy rolled her eyes at them, pulling the attention to you. “How’s New York? How’s college?”

“It’s amazing!” you grinned. “The city is amazing and college is amazing and…it’s amazing.”

Steve leant over to you, voice lowered. “Say amazing one more time and we might believe you.” 

“I wanna go to a proper one next year when I’m done with this community college bullshit,” Eddie chimed in. “I hear the hook-up culture is amazing at the inner-city ones. Better than it is here, I hope.”

“I mean…yeah, it’s good,” you shrugged. “Depends where you go, though.”

“There must be so many guys in New York,” Nancy said. “Found any nice suitors yet?”

No, the one I like is in Hawkins. 

You glanced over at Steve, but shook your head. “There’s been some here and there but…all that’s boring. Let’s go in the lake before it gets dark!”

With that you, you cleared your throat and stood up. Tossing aside your t-shirt, you kicked off your shoes and ran into the water before anyone could ask any further questions.

The lake was cold, despite the warm air, and you quickly regretted throwing yourself in so quickly. Even though the ice cold water wasn’t any less painful than the conversation you were having back on the shore, you sort of preferred the suffering when it was just a metaphorical sense. Still, you forced yourself to swim further out in an attempt to get away and to warm-up. Two birds, one stone and all that. The lake wasn’t massive but still, you only got half way out before your arms began to ache.

Grabbing onto a buoy, you pulled yourself up to catchy our breath. You’d never been the strongest swimmer but you could have been an Olympian when it came to running away from conversations you didn’t want to have. Only for a little while, though, because Steve - who was an annoyingly quick swimmer - was already on his way over. The other three, it seemed, were stood on a bridge arguing over who was going to go in first. Nancy pushing Eddie in was the last thing you made out before your best friend arrived on the scene. 

“They get too much for you already?”

You smiled a little bit, shaking your head. “No, they just ask a lot of questions.”

“And you ran away because…?”

“I-” you began, but then stopped. “No reason, Steven. I just wanted to get in the water before it got too cold.”

“Y’know I hate when you call me Steven,” he muttered. “That’s not even my legal name-”

“- yeah, but it’s funny when you get mad.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” you grinned. 

“Something’s on your mind, isn’t it?” Steve asked. 

“What makes you say that?”

“Your constant changing on the subject, the fact you near enough drowned yourself when Nancy raised the question of boys-”

“- I just wanna enjoy tonight,” you cut him off. “I appreciate you looking out for me but right now, let’s just have fun. Please?”

Steve nodded and gave you a little smile. “Of course - just as long as you promise to tell me what it is later?”

“Yeah, I promise.”

“And you know I’ve always got you,” he kept one hand on the buoy, raising the other to give you a light punch on the shoulder. “Provided that this new thing of running into freezing cold water every time you’re inconvenienced doesn’t become a habit, m’kay?”

“Lakes are a very good way of avoiding certain subjects,” you teased. “And you still came in after me.”

“I said it in sixth grade when I saved you from the pool and I’ll say it again,” he said. “I will always come after you.”

That was a promise he had kept: Steve had never not come after you. After every bad date and bad day and bad anything, he’d always been there. He’d come after you on New Years Eve simply just because he missed you and tonight, he’d come after you the second you’d run away. He’d saved you in every way since you slipped and fell in the pool all those years ago. 

You took one hand off the buoy, gently placing it on Steve’s face. His eyes followed your movements, brown irises never leaving your form as you thumb softly stroked his cheek. Any other time, he would have slapped it away and called you cheesy, but right then, he didn’t move. In fact, he was stone cold still as you leant in towards him - not from the cold, and not from shock either. Wasn’t it sort of established that kissing was just a thing you did now?

Steve met you half way, face slowly inching towards yours. 

And then, as if by magic, you both suddenly pulled backwards just before your lips touched. 

“I have a girlfriend!”

“I’m dropping out of college!”

The revelations came at the same time and were met with equal looks of shock on both your faces. You reeled backwards, not bothering to avoid splashing Steve as you did. Eyes wide with surprise and what he thought might have been fury, you pulled yourself to the other side of the buoy to take a moment. Just a moment, even a singular second, to process what the fuck he had just said. 

Steve was in a similar situation; he’d never even considered the idea that you might ever move home so soon. After all the bullshit conversation about things changing and this is what I want, Steve, even the possibility had seemed so far fetched. He would have been overwhelmed with joy at your revelation had you not looked like you were about to stab him. 

“What the fuck?!” you demanded. “When you were going to tell me that?!”

“When were you going to tell me about you dropping out?!”

“I think we should talk about your thing first!” you said. “So I’ll ask again - when you were gonna tell me?” 

“I don’t know!” Steve exclaimed. “Tonight, probably? Maybe tomorrow? Honestly, it was just something I was going to slip into conversation-”

“- we talk every fucking day, Steve! Every day say hey, what’s new? and you NEVER thought to answer the question with I HAVE A FUCKING GIRLFRIEND?!”

“I thought you’d be happy for me!”

“You’re so stupid,” you muttered. “I’m not angry at you for having a girlfriend, I’m angry at you because you didn’t tell me, and also maybe a little angry that we almost just kissed and you didn’t stop me earlier!”

“I forgot?”

“How do you forget?”

Steve sighed. “Imagine the thing you want most in the world. And then imagine finding a thing that makes you almost as happy as the last thing. And then imagine that the first thing, the thing you want most in the world, is trying to kiss you and you temporarily forget about the other thing-”

“- I’m the thing you want most in the world?” you asked softly.

“In any form, yes,” he admitted. “I met this girl a few weeks ago at the arcade. She’s funny and sweet and…I really want to give it a chance, okay? I owe it to myself because I think, to some extent, I might still be recovering a little from your rejection. You are not easy to get over.”

You smiled, giving him a little nod. “So I’m too late to ask you to take a chance on us when I move back?”

“‘Fraid so,” he murmured. “I love being your best friend and I’m so glad that you’re mine, but like I said, getting over you is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. You’re on my mind 24/7 and after we hooked up, it only got worse and…honestly? I think I might just need to let myself be with someone else for a while. She’s good for me. The change is good.”

“Yeah,” you tried to swallow your pain, forcing a grimace. “Change can be good.”

“Can we talk about your thing now?” he asked. “Are you really dropping out?”

“Mm,” you nodded. “I haven’t been happy for a while. I tried to wait it out but I think I need to come home for a while.”

“And I’ll be here every step of the way, I promise,” Steve said. “C’mon, let’s head back to shore before it gets dark.”

“Yeah, I’ll be right behind you.”

Steve gave you one last smile before letting go of the buoy and swimming away. As soon as he was a few meters out, you released your grip too and let yourself slip underwater. Only for a second, just long enough to open your mouth and let out the world’s biggest yell  of frustration. On and on and on, until your lungs hurt from the presence of screaming and absence of breathing. Then, you re-submerged to the surface and took a deep breath. 

If only you’d been a few weeks earlier.

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the concept of how sir arthur conan doyle was as a person always sends me into fits. imagine making the most famous literary character of all time but you hate the character so much you try to kill him off. but everyone is so horny for this asshole detective they make you bring him back. even your own mother gets mad when he’s dead because she likes him. raising your prices to ridiculous rates to avoid writing holmes stories backfired and now you’re rich. it’s absolutely a pain because it’s keeping you from your true passion which is spiritualism despite how one of your good friends harry houdini keeps telling you it’s bullshit. you consider your best novels to be historical ones but they’re well over shadowed by the nemesis of your own creation sherlock fucking holmes. some fake photographs from some kids convinced you faeries were real and you wrote a whole book about it. you started writing stories in medical school. and yes, also you are a doctor. after you’re dead, they erect a statue of sherlock holmes across the street from your birthplace, causing you to probably roll over one hundred eighty degrees in your grave and scream into your casket pillow.

I have a soft spot for fanfics where y/n is cheated on and Bakugou takes care of her 😭🥰

TIME TO LEAVE

paring -> t.shouto x f!reader, t.shouto x momo yaoyorozu

an -> i promised small fics here n there while I work on ‘his safe space’, so here is a little something, check out the m.list. this shot has no happy ending.

summary -> you finally came to a conclusion you should have thought about doing a while ago.

warnings -> cheating, crying, jealousy, cursing, tell me if I missed any!

there he was, you were looking at him from the kitchen counter. so tall, so strong, so handsome, but you don’t know if you can call him yours anymore.

You had married the third ranked pro hero three years ago, the two of you had finally achieved your little dream since U.A, you had promised each other that you’d marry each other when you both became pros.

After graduation, both started working for a hero before your husband, shouto todoroki, had opened his own hero agency that had been very successful lately, and soon after that married you and hired you at his agency as a personal assistant.

You didn’t mind, not one bit, you had finally gotten your dream man, worked at his company with a big salary, the two of you bought a large house, in conclusion it was going well for the first two years.

But since last year his mood had changed, he does not care for your pleasure as he did before in bed, he does not give you that ‘watch what you’re eating’ or the ‘be careful on your way back’ anymore. He does not kiss you good morning, goodnight or goodbye. You barely go on dates and conversations with him has been very awkward lately, you have no idea if it’s because of his job, his hero work, him personally or if it’s just you. you sincerely hope it is not the last one.

“Shouto! I made dinner while you were out.” You called out for him, no answer. “Shouto!!” You tried again, “not hungry right now.” he said as he shut the bedroom door after him. You don’t know what to do anymore. ‘Not hungry, not in mood, don’t want this, don’t want that’ you’re growing sick and tired of his behaviour.

You figured he was tired of the extra work he was doing at the office on a Saturday afternoon, you decided to eat dinner by yourself for the millionth time this month, you sat on the islands chair and picked up your spoon before you received a message from your high school best friend, and enemy, katsuki Bakugou.

BAKUGOOO!

[ idiot, have you seen the news today? ]

YOU

[ the news? no haven’t check it today? Why did something serious happen? ]

BAKUGOOO!

[ yeah, if you consider cheating something serious. ]

YOU

[ cheating, Bakugou what the fuck happened? ]

BAKUGOOO!

[ go check the news for yourself it’s all over the place ]

You exited the message app and right to the news app to check the latest news, and right then you saw your husbands face as the thumbnail of the top article, quickly enough you clicked on it as you read the title.

PRO-HERO SHOUTO AND CREATI? JUST REGULAR HIGH SCHOOL FRIENDS OR AN AFFIRE?

You could feel the way your heart sank, you read the date of the article, today, at 14:07, shouto only arrived at home half an hour ago and it’s 17:10 at the moment, both your husband and your high school ‘friend’ momo, had been dressing up very casually, she was wearing a black tank top that showed her breasts so well with a pair of blue jeans and she had her hair up and jewellery decorating her ears, neck, and fingers, she looked so put up together. While shouto..was wearing the same clothing that he walked in with earlier.

You walked to the enter way and took a smell of his jacket and it had a feminine scent, he had been with her. Which means that he had lied to you earlier about working at the office. But why would he lie, you wouldn’t have minded if it was a friendly meet up or something, right? Right?

Wrong, cause you knew that since high school, momo had a crush on the hot and cold hero, he was so nice to her, he cared for her and wished her the best and she loved him whole heartedly throughout the three years of highschool, and when you and shouto started dating he told you that at some point in his second year of school he had genuine feelings for yaoyorozu. You felt like you had come in between their lives, and you felt like you were someone that was chosen randomly but shouto. It should have been her. Before you could think further, your phone dinged again.

BAKUGOOO!

[ idiot, did you forget that I was waiting for you? ]

YOU

[ sorry, heh, I know what you mean right now. ]

BAKUGOO!

[ how are you feeling? ]

YOU

[ not so good. I knew that both of them had feelings for each other at some point and I figured that they both had moved on clearly I was wrong and I didn’t think it would hurt this much. ]

BAKUGOO!

[ it’s fine idiot, it’s not your fault and that’s for sure, if anything it’s their fault, im not sure if they’re meeting each other behind your back, who knows it might not be the first time. All you need to know is not to give in until you’re 100% sure okay? ]

YOU

[ thanks for those words, didn’t know you had the capability to comfort someone. ]

BAKUGOOO!

[ shut up, friends got each others back, isn’t that right? Remember what I told you? Go and talk to half and half bastard or whatever, call me if shit actually goes down, see ya. ]

YOU

[ thanks Bakugou, I will. Bye bye ]

You shut your phone and walked to you and your husbands shared bedroom, you walked in the door to see him laying on the bed reading a book, you sat yourself on the chair and looked at him. “Shouto, can we talk?” You asked politely, “anything wrong?” He asked, just the same at he used to ask you if anything was wrong after you fail an exam in U.A, thought it is not with the same amount of kindness, “yeah, where have you been today?” You asked nervously, but also dying to hear his answer, “with yaoyorozu, at the nearby restaurant.” He stated calmly, as if it was the most obvious thing in this world, “but you told me today morning that you had some paper work at the office, and therefore we had to cancel our date.” You asked him passionately.

“That’s correct, I did lie, I’m sorry for that, but I lied because I thought you were going to take the wrong idea of me meeting her.” He said as he put his book away, clearly growing more annoyed, so you decided to state the following calmly, “don’t go think for yourself what I take the wrong idea or not. If you had told me it was a friendly meet up I wouldn’t have mind.”

“Alright I am sorry y/n.” He said as he looked T you while crossing his arms over his chest, “what were the two of you doing at the restaurant,” you asked as you reflected his body gestures, “we were celebrating her birthday so I invited her out.” He stated, her birthday? He dropped the date, lied to you just to take her to the fanciest restaurant to celebrate her birthday? He went to celebrate Yaoyorozu’s birthday but forgot yours.

you fell in deep silence thinking about this he prioritises her and her birthday more that your own and your date. Isn’t he supposed to be your husband, and on your side? Why is he doing this?

“H-how long have you been meeting her?” You asked, slowly, calmly with a low voice. “Huh?” He said in a sassy way, “HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN MEETING HER?” You were now telling you stood up from your chair and walked to him, “answer me.”

“What do you mean how long have I been meeting her. We just celebrated her birthday together?” He asked before he slowly got up too. “Huh? What about when you gave her a free ride home? Or when you took her to the fanciest dessert place in town on Valentine’s Day when I spent the entire day to make homemade chocolate for you? Or what about you when you both laugh at each others jokes and kick each others arms, and what about the look on your face when you are with her that I never seen on your face when you are with me huh?” You heart wasn’t quite emptied even after this, and you refused to let the tears fall.

“And what about when I spend the entire day to make your favourite soba only to find out that she had taken you to a fancy ass Japanese traditional restaurant and booked a hotel room for the two of you. And what about you lied about all the extra days at the office to get your dick wet?” The tears were rolling down your cheering right now, “and what about when you forgot my own birthday but you don’t forget hers and cancel our date to see her.” You said before you stepped away from him. “H-how do you know about all of this?” He said in complete shock, “I may have an unloyal husband but I have loyal friends who see you everywhere, Midoriya and ochaco saw you at the hotel, denki saw you at the soba restaurant, Sero and Mina and Kirishima see at the agency and Jirou and tokoyami see in the streets and Bakugou saw you today.” You finished before pulling the expensive diamond right from your finger, “wait y/n, before you do that, let me explain myself. We never did anything together and we have never met like this before—“ “look at the news.” He was quite, “what did you say?” He asked “open your fucking phone and look at the news,” you yelled, shouto pulled out his phone and started scrolling through endless articles about him and creati, “y/n, these are all for clickbates and views, you shouldn’t believe what you see on the news.” He said, trying to ease the situation.

“You know what, telling me the truth, would hurt me less than what the hell you’re doing right now.” You said before whipping your tears completely off your face, “ I know the two of you had a crush at each other at some point. And I’m probably just some filler woman in your life, you should have married her, divorcing me or telling me how you genuinely feel would hurt me a lot less than this to he honest.” You told him, “I actually did have feelings for her and I think I catches them again last year after watching yaoyorozu participating in the hero sports show, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier and I’m sorry for making your life a leaving hell for the part year, I complete understand if you want to divorce me or not to forgive me but I just wanted to let you know that I am sorry.” He stated.

“Did you ever actually have feelings for me, or did you just bury them using me to avoid destroying the two of you friendship during U.A?” You asked and the room was met with dead silence, you smiled sadly before placing your wedding ring in his hand, “you could have just told me about you catching feelings or meeting her, or even better that you never loved me in the first place and it would have saved me so much time. I’m not going to forgive Todoroki.” You said so much before walking out the room, you stepped into the kitchen and pulled out your phone from your pocket with shaky hands and called Bakugou.

“Hello?”

“Hey, is it alright with you if I stay with you for a couple of days, before I find a new house.”

“Y/n, im picking you up, pack your stuff.”

And just like that he hanged up, you walked up again to the bedroom, to see that todorki had left the room to god knows where, you pulled out your suitcase and started stuffing clothing from the closet, 2 bras, 2 pairs of pyjamas, all of your underwear, t shirts and jeans, you put most important skin care products in a bang and plopped it inside the suit case and well as a bag of your most used make up, you brought a towel, hair brush and a thin blanket and a pair of socks, it would be enough for the main while you thought. You got dressed up in a pair of black jeans and a white T-shirts before you carried the suit case and headed to the front door. You wore your sneakers before you heard your husbands—ex-husbands voice from behind.

“Where are you going?” He asked you, almost concerned. “Im staying somewhere else, I’ll come pack my other stuff soon, and I’ll send you the divorce papers soon.” You said coldly, “y/n. Please let’s not do this, let’s talk this over and come to a conclusion together shall we?” He said with a bit of hope, “there is nothing to talk about you said what you had yo say and I did so too. If there was a conclusion we could come to together we should have done that a while ago. I think it’s my time to leave, Todoroki, I should have done that a while ago.” You said as the tears were falling again, you opened the door to see Bakugou’s car waiting for too, whej he saw you he got out of the car and helped you in before he put your suitcase at the back of the car, he threw a mean glance at shouto before he got in and started driving.

“Don’t even think about it, that bastard didn’t deserve you anyways. You can cry all you want to me.”

The cutest thing 😭

Ok so I saw this (https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMF5bYbN5/) on TikTok and I can just imagine this is how reader tells spencer she’s expecting 😍 the whole team would already know, and they are playing scrabble on the jet, and everyone’s watching his reaction but he’s just not getting it, until she pulls out the test and then the penny drops and ahhhhhh I NEED this 🙈 please can you write something along these lines? You’re the best Reid writer ever!! Xxx

link, i love this, and thank you, and thinking about his reaction is just mwah

You know Spencer's in need of a pick-me-up when you get on the jet. It's been a long case, and he's been unknowingly doing his job as a soon-to-be-dad by holding up your hair while you were sick in the mornings.

So you break out the scrabble board, earning smiles from everyone as they know what you're about to do. He goes to get you tea first, and you use the opportunity to take the letters you need, putting some on his slider so he doesn't get suspicious.

"I bet you cheated." He accuses you, scowling at you playfully.

"Promise I didn't." You claim, holding your hands up in defense.

"I hope you're putting down a word like cat then." He scoffs, nudging your feet under the table.

That is definitely not the phrase you plan on putting down. Secretively, you put all your letters on the board and bank on Spencer's focus being on his own letters, no doubt trying to think up the most complicated word while you arrange the letters.

There's no doubt the only times you win are when he lets you.

You eagerly wait for him to read your word, heart thumping with anticipation for his reaction. He's been talking about having a baby for years and you know he's going to be elated.

It's an edge-of-your-seat event for the rest of the jet, as well, all excited for what his reaction's going to be. JJ's got her phone out, subtly filming it for you to keep the treasured memory, and so Penelope can see it when you get home.

"Y/n." He shakes his head, looking at you like your an idiot. But you're doing the same thing. For someone so intelligent, he is not getting it. "One, you can't have ten letters, and two, you can only have one word. Pregnant wouldn't even be okay. With those letters, you can have pigment for 16 before any double scores, but you can't cheat. You have to redraw."

Behind him, you can see Morgan, JJ, Rossi, and Emily laughing. There's even a smirk on Hotch's lips.

You bite down a smile. "Spence, read it out loud." You try.

"I'm pregnant." He repeats what's written on the board. Morgan and Emily can't contain their giggles, highly amused by your husband's obliviousness. "You still can't have it. I'll let you get away with knowing my letters, but that's worth at least 20 points."

"You're a genius, right?" You question.

He frowns again. "Provably."

"Okay, so what does that mean?" You prompt, trying to help him make the connection.

He's struggling, still completely baffled about why you would need a basic middle school biology lesson. "Being pregnant? When there's an embryo that turns into a fetus growing in someone's uterus."

Even you can't bite down your laughter that time. You realize you're going to have to ditch the original plan of him deciphering the board, and take the test out of your bag.

His eyes widen as he reads the same word as was on the board. Then he looks back up at you, slightly teary-eyed as the connection sticks. "You're pregnant." He says with deep realization.

You nod, still waiting for a reaction that wasn't him stating a fact. He quickly gets out of his seat, buzzing with excitement as he drags you up and wraps his arms so tightly around you that he can pick you up and spin you around.

"I'm an idiot." He shakes his head when he puts you down, holding you tightly in a hug.

"I know." You agree with a laugh, pulling away to kiss him in a rare public display of affection.

When you're done, there's a round of hugs and congratulations from the team, all equally thrilled for you two to be embarking on the next step in your lives together.

Omg. It's hot in here, no?

I didn't think you'd do it

If you had the chance to make out with Steve Harrington - would you take it? Pairing: Steve Harrington x f!reader Word count: 1,262 Warnings: A bit of swearing, alcohol consumption.

Not only did he scoot himself closer to you, he also playfully and confidently swung his arm behind you, casually resting it on the backrest of the sofa. You sat very still and couldn't breathe properly at the moment. The mixture of his strong scented cologne and his warm sweet breath near your skin almost made you pass out of dizziness. It was intoxicating, and it hit you. It hit you so fucking hard.

"What's it gonna be?" Steves raspy voice made you snap out of your almost hypnotized state, and you turned your head to look at him. Your lips parted automatically at the sight of him, and you did everything in your power to not exclaim a deep sigh. God, you were basically eye-fucking him right now. His brown eyes were darker than normal. Not that you noticed that kind of things about him of course. Why - why would you do that? It wasn't like you had a huge crush on him or anything.

You didn't.

Did you?

Steve smiled and bit his bottom lip while his eyes wandered down to your mouth.

This was your chance. Probably your only chance to actually kiss Steve fucking Harrington. Your whole body shivered with the thought of feeling those perfectly shaped lips on yours.

Screw this.

With a racing heart, you turned to face him and wasted absolutely no time before leaning in to kiss him. But you were no match for Steve. He was well-prepared for your attack and with no hesitation - and a small grin on that beautiful face of his - he grabbed under your thighs and pulled you onto his lap - as if you were as light as a feather. He completely ignored the fact that it was you that was about to make the first move.

"Shit!" you exclaimed and laughed nervously. He caught you off guard. You weren't expecting this to happen and you were a bit surprised by his action. Mostly because you thought this was going to be a cute, innocent kiss. One of those soft ones, that would leave you smiling for a couple of days. Instead you were straddling him, very much aware of how comfortably his thighs was. You were pretty sure this would make you smile for more than just a few days.

"Gotcha" he chuckled and held his hands on your waist to keep you steady. In the hurry you had placed your hands on each side of Steve's head, pressing your palms onto the wall behind him and you tried your very best not to awkwardly fall forward and ruin the moment. It made your faces being dangerously close to each others and you were practically breathing the same air right now.

Steve slid under your shirt and let a few inches of your skin being exposed, still carefully resting his hands on your waist. You let out a small moan when he slightly tightened his grip. The warmth from his hands on your bare skin, along with the almost none-existing distance between your lips, made this whole scenario a thousand times more intense. And you had barely sat on his lap for a hot minute. He leaned towards you, not that the gap between you were that big, but it felt like everything went slowmotion from the moment you realized he was about to kiss you. You closed your eyes and leaned towards him as well.

Finally. Steve's lips on yours, soft as a cloud - God yes, it was one of the soft ones! - with so much tenderness that it felt like your lips almost melted togehter. Every fiber in your body exploded. You got instant lightheaded and without even notice it yourself, you grabbed his thick hair with both hands to stabilize yourself from the overwhelming dizziness which kept creeping up on you.

Once again a moan escaped your mouth unintended, inbetween the soft kisses. This time it was louder, a bit more desperate. You felt your cheeks getting bright red because of the sounds you kept making, but Steve didn't seem to be bothered. If anything, it just made him greedy for more and he groaned eagerly. Steve dug his fingers into your skin, pulled you even closer to him, and before you could react, his tongue was inside your mouth, already fighting your own for dominance.

Stars was showing before your eyes and your heart beated so fucking fast, that you were afraid it would jump out of your chest. The only thing that filled the room was the sounds of your somewhat desperate moans.

Damn how this had escalated quickly.

Steve deepened the kiss, his hands only moving inches up and down your body, but his touches was so definite, that it almost made your body jelly-like. The effect this man had on you was unbelievable and you were effortlessly turned on. In some way it felt so wrong, but at the same time, the only thing you wanted right now was to go further with him.

What if you just…

…wait a minute…

… You opened your eyes, as music started to stream through your ears. The beats from Take on Me filled the room and you were suddenly aware of your surroundings. A bit out of breath, you pulled yourself away from Steve's lips and slowly looked to your left. You noticed that you were still holding a fair grib on Steve's hair, as if it was about to flee, and stopped immediately when you realized that Steve and you were, in fact, not alone.

"Oh. Wauw," someone said. Mortified, you pulled yourself off of Steve's lap and sat next to him without saying anything. You licked your lips unconsciously and felt the warmth from the obvious embarrasement fill your cheeks.

Robin looked at you without even blinking and repeated herself.

"Oh… wauw…"

Steve was kinda disoriented, and just stared out in the room for a solid minute, vaguely smiling.

"I-I think Y/N won the game. Yep. She definitely did," he said.

"It's not like you can actually win 'Truth or Dare', Harrington."

"Let it go, Eddie. I think Steve's right. That was without doubt the best dare played this evening," Robin said, finally snapping out of the baffled state she had been in. Robin smirked at you, and grabbed her beer from the table. "I gotta say. I didn't think you'd do it, Y/N" she laughed and took a sip of the beer, as part of the drinking game you had going on with your friends.

"Uhm. Steve" Eddie said cautiously. Steve looked at him, still a bit lost.

"What?"

Eddie glanced at Steve. To be more precise, his crotch. In his foggy state he didn't knew what was going on. But as soon as he realized what Eddie was trying to say, without actually saying it, Steve started blushing and grabbed the nearest pillow to hide his very obvious enthusiasm.

This evening had been both absolutely amazing, and extremely awful. You couldn't help but think of your poor friends who had just witness you and Steve getting a tad too excited for each other. You also wondered if the music had been playing all along. Did they hear you moan like a fucking porn star? God, you hoped not!

When everyone began to converse, you caught Steve's eye. He smiled mischievously and winked at you, before taking a sip of his beer.

You started thinking this wouldn't be the last time you'd be straddling him. But next time, you would make sure you were alone with Steve fucking Harrington.