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reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

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so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

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Saw a post like this with negative outlook so I asked for it to be fixed

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Captains Arrival (John Price x Fem!Reader)

Steam filled the bathroom and with a soft, satisfied sigh, you stepped out of the shower. You had spent the last 30 minutes struggling to shave, promising yourself to give waxing a second chance after the third time you nicked yourself. Drying yourself off you gave yourself a once over in the mirror, appraising your reflection. It had been six long, tortuous months, but finally your captain was coming home. This had unfortunately been one of the more intense missions, contact being kept to a bare minimum that consisted of exactly 3 texts, 2 hushed five minute long conversations, and finally, gratefully, 1 short email you had received yesterday morning. It only contained two sentences that held you in a giddy hold for the rest of the day.

I’ll be home tomorrow evening.

Be ready. ;)

Short but sweet and simple, just like you knew John to be. The two of you had only been together for roughly 8 months when he had gotten the news he was being sent on another mission. You had pouted when he told you, shying away from him as you had struggled to hide the tears. You had been in a few relationships prior, but no one ever made you feel like he had, the safety and comfort Price’s embrace brought you like anything else. 

“Hey, look at me,” he had spoken softly to you, rough hands moving to cup your face, guiding your eyes back to his own. “I’ll do whatever it takes to get back to you,” he assured you, his deep voice bearing down to your soul, and with hushed words of comfort you had spent the night wrapped in his arms.

A warmth filled your chest at the memory, knowing deep down that John Price was a man of his word, and you would be seeing him shortly, your legs shaking at the thought. It had been a long time since you had last been with anyone in any capacity when you had met John at small bookstore in town, the man displaying levels of chivalry you thought was long since gone, and even with a heart full of apprehension you felt yourself warming under John’s gaze like a hot summer day. Slowly, he broke down each and every one of your walls, his patience and genuine care for you still astounding you to this day. 

Shaking yourself out of your stupor you continued getting ready, going through your skin care routine before making your way to the bedroom and pulling on a red lace lingerie set, one of John’s favorites on you, something you had discovered the first night he had stayed at your apartment. You were still studying yourself in the mirror after you put it on, spinning around to try and see from all angles, when the soft smell of herbs met your nose, reminding you of the meal you had made for John, a new recipe you had found off of pinterest. 

Throwing on a robe you tied it up as you walked to the kitchen, feet softly padding across the gray carpet of your living room. Just as you pulled the dish out of the oven you heard the familiar sound of keys turning in the lock, the sound of the door opening seconds later as your shoulders tensed, freezing in place.Setting the dish on the pot holder you threw your oven mitts off, spinning around as your breath caught in your throat. It all suddenly felt so fast. You had been dreaming of him coming home for months, and suddenly he was here, just around the corner, so close you could finally hold him like you had been thinking about since he left. 

With the sound of only a few footfalls meeting your ears he rounded the corner, stopping short when he spotted you. Quickly, and without another word, a wide smirk spread across his face and he was taking long strides to stand in front of you. Large, rough hands made their way to your hips, running over your body, mapping your skin like the countless times he had before. His soft, warm lips were on yours, stealing your breath away as they drank you in. The familiar taste of medium-bodied cigars meets your tongue, spice and wood just like you're used to.

“Oh, John,” you murmur softly against his lips as he pulls back, just enough to take a necessary breath. His hands remain on your body, one sliding up your back, his fingers splaying out as it rests between your shoulder blades, the other goes down, resting on the curve of your butt in a generous handful. Your hands go up to rest against his chest between you, fingers tugging on his shirt to pull him even closer. 

“You don’t know how much I missed you, darling,” he speaks softly into your neck, his head buried between throat and shoulder to breathe in your scent. “Mm, and judging, by the way you're dressed, i’d say you got my email,” he teases you, a twinkle in his eye as he gives you a proper once over, a low whistle passing his lips as his eyes make their way back up your frame. “Damn, you are gorgeous, baby,” he purrs, grip tightening on your body.

You blush, cheeks stained red at his admiration. No matter how many compliments he showers you in, it still leaves you flustered. With a grin and through hooded eyes, you look up at him. “I made you dinner,” you say softly, “I figured you would be hungry.”

He hums at your words, eyes running over you once again, his gaze setting you on fire as it lingers, goosebumps dotting your skin. His tongue runs over his lips, catching your eyes and judging by the look in his eyes he knows exactly where your mind has gone. “Did you now,” he says, leaning in, hands going to either side of your body to rest on the countertop behind you. “That was mighty sweet of you darling,” his voice grows deeper, huskier. His eyes darken as his face stopped a mere inch from your own. “You were actually right, so smart of my pretty little bird,” he pecks your lips. “I am starving,” he is staring into your eyes, his own blue simultaneously freezing you in place and setting you on fire.

“Just not for dinner,” he purrs, before quickly dropping to his knees in front of you, hands quick to spread your thighs apart. Your head tips back as you let out a soft whine, letting him move you as he places your left leg over his broad shoulder.

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Dirty (Eddie Munson x Reader)

You had only gotten home twenty minutes before Eddie, just enough time to get home and jump in the shower but not enough to finish finding a comfy outfit to lounge around in. After finishing another round of early morning classes and a shift where you were stuck listening to your coworkers, also known as some of your best friends Robin and Steve, bicker for hours on end it was safe to say you were tired. Once you had reached the trailer you shared with your boyfriend Eddie, and sometimes his uncle Wayne when he was working his job within town, it was like a switch flipped in your brain, turning onto autopilot. You had just gotten a t-shirt on after putting on a clean pair of underwear when you finally snapped out of it, the sound of the front door opening and quickly slamming shut alerting you to Eddie’s presence. Eddie Munson was a man of many talents, but subtlety wasn’t his strong suit. 

You continued your search, bending over to pull a pair of pajama shorts out of your bottom drawer when you heard his quick footsteps and the call of your name. Your back was still to the door when you heard it open. You turned around after you finished pulling on the shorts, a tired smile gracing your features at the smirk on his face.”Please, don’t feel the need to wear those on my account,” he grinned, walking over to you. He had just finished work at the mechanics shop across town, having quite the knack and interest in the technical aspect of it all. He still played at the hideout with the band, booking quite a few gigs as Corroded Coffin grew a bit of a following, and you supported him throughout it all completely but even he had to admit that while that was great he should still find a more reliable source of income in the meantime. So there he was, covered in grease, sweat and dirt in his dark blue jeans, a black t-shirt underneath it that hugged his biceps just perfectly. His hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, the baby hairs sticking out and clinging to his forehead from the sweat. 

“I missed you, princess, i’d come give you a kiss but i don't want to get you all dirty, once i'm out of the shower though it’s fair game,” he winked at you. You didn't respond, it was like your brain was fizzling out. It had been a long, hard day, and you missed your sweet boyfriend so much. While a bit of sleep had seemed like a viable option, now that Eddie stood in front of you, so undeniably sexy in that natural way he had no clue about, you just wanted to jump into his arms. Something about the natural musk he exuded, the sweat and dirt coating his skin, made your thighs clench involuntarily as you sat down on the bed. You had always been attracted to Eddie, he was gorgeous there was no doubt about that, but the longer you were with him and the older you both got you could see Eddie slowly growing into the man you knew he would be. The very idea of it did things to you, and it only became more evident in times like these when he just got home from work. 

“You alright, baby?” he asks, the sweet guy he is mistaking your silence and wanting to comfort you. He came closer to stand between your legs as you sat on the edge of the bed, his thick thighs spreading them wide. Eddie wiped his one hand on a clean part of his jeans before he felt your forehead, leaning over you as he did so. You took in a sharp breath as he was only a couple inches away from you. Finally you smelled him up close, the scent washing over you. Your cheeks quickly heated as he stared into your eyes, eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at you and then just like that his eyes widened, a wide smirk taking over his face.

“What’s wrong princess?” he whispered in your ear, hands on either side of you caging you in. “You need something?” he placed kisses across your cheek, marking his way down before he reached that sweet spot on your neck, nipping it playfully. You shuddered against him, hands going against his chest, both to anchor yourself down and to pull him closer.

“I can make you feel real good, baby,” he hummed against your ear before slightly pulling back, a frown on his face as he did it, “but you got to give me like two minutes to shower, i’ll be real quick.” Your eyes widened at the prospect, heart stopping for a beat before your hands reach back out, almost as though to hold him in place. “No,” you breathed insistently, shaking your head. Eddie laughed at your reaction, cheeks tingeing pink at your desperation for him. “Princess, I'm all dirty,” he laughed again at your determination, already leaning back into him. “I know,” you purred, moaning once you had your front fully pressed to his, head buried into his neck and nose against his skin.

Eddie groaned at the feeling, positive you could feel him through his pants as he pressed his body against yours. His hands slid down to your hips, pulling you against him before he inhaled sharply, promptly throwing you onto the bed. You bounced, an exhale leaving you as you giggled, settling onto your knees as you watched him. Eddie kicked his shoes off, eyes never leaving yours. “My girl’s a little dirty too, isn’t she?” Eddie spoke, eyes darkening with lust. He undid his belt, the metal clanking as it hit the floor before he shifted towards you.

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"Every time someone steps up and says who they are the world becomes a better, more interesting place." 🫶🏳️‍🌈

My tribute to Andre Braugher, thank you for Captain Raymond Holt ❤️✨

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Pride

Harry Potter, George Weasley x Reader

A/N: I’m kind of biased so please let me know if this is actually crap or not. Thank you for reading xx.

Something about the quidditch stands has always held an appeal to you. Sitting in the stands you didn’t mind the shiver that crept up your spine every now and again, a slight chill in the air, knowing that if you were to make this decision you would have to make it here. As a slight breeze made its way through your hair you glanced down at the letter that you clutched tightly in your hands. The wind whipped against your face, freezing the stray tears. Pulling your cloak tight around you you raised your hand to your lips, sending out a short whistle. Not more than three seconds later your owl Archimedes made his way to your arm, ever the prompt one. 

“Take this letter to George Weasley,” You spoke, cooing softly and giving him a soft scratch before sending him on his way. 

You watched as your red owl took flight, soaring quickly towards Gryffindor tower. Standing up you adjusted your robes once more before making your way towards the astronomy tower.

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Being with George was a whirlwind of emotions. Your relationship didn’t start off great, being in Slytherin and all. You were ashamed to admit that you let house prejudice dictate your relationships, even more ashamed to admit that part of you still did, but you couldn’t deny his charm. You shared some classes with the Gryffindor prankster, being in the same year, so naturally bickering found its way between the two of you, often to the utmost annoyance of your professor’s. For the first time in your 5 years at hogwarts you had gotten detention, and it was all thanks to the weasel not being able to keep his mouth closed. 

“Well this is just great, thanks to you I now have a mark on my previously spotless record,” You huffed, glaring at the back of his head as he pulled a mop and bucket out of the transfiguration classroom closet. Only you would receive a detention from Professor McGonagall, not one to be swayed no matter how much pleading. She had ordered the two of you to mop the classroom until perfection before walking off to attend to other matters. 

“Oh how tragic, are mummy and daddy going to be disappointed in their perfect angel?,” He grumbled, not bothering to look at you as he spoke. Despite the annoyance you felt towards the fiery red head you couldn’t help but admire his features. No matter how infuriating he was even you couldn’t deny he was attractive, playing as one of Gryffindor’s beaters definitely benefitting him with a lean figure and strong arms. Most of all his eyes intrigued you, a slight golden spec flickering every now and then, and a kind of warmth hidden just beneath that you hadn’t seen in quite a long time.  

“What?” He asked, narrowing his eyes at you. It wasn’t until his voice broke you out of your stupor did you realize you had been staring. Shaking your head you remained silent, a blush rising to your cheeks. As you took a few steps towards him, grabbing the mop, your hand brushed gently against his. Pulling out his wand he quickly cast a spell, filling the bucket with water and soap. “Why don’t we just use a spell to clean the floors?” You groaned, dipping the mop in the bucket. 

“Because dear Slytherin, Mcgonagall would have placed a spell within this room preventing us from using magic, doing so would just land us in another detention.”

“Just to be clear the only reason we’re here in the first place is because you don’t know how to be quiet.”

“Oh I know how to be quiet, I just prefer to piss you off,” He replied, looking over at you with a smirk.

“Whatever.” You couldn’t help the fear that was beginning to creep up, at first all you could focus on was the anger at George for landing you in detention, but now you began to think about your parents. There was no chance in Salazar that you could keep this from them, and you could only imagine what they would have to say.

“Hey,” he spoke, taking a good look at you for the first time that evening. “It’s going to be okay, this is going to be your first and probably only detention, you can just blame it on some stupid Gryffindor,” he finished with a coy smile that only widened as he saw your tension ease.

Failing to hide the soft chuckle you looked up at him, biting your lip. “Thanks.”

The rest of the evening was spent in silence, the two of you exchanging glances every now and then. Ever since that evening though you found yourself minding George less and less, until it all came to a head one evening in the quidditch stands. You had done poorly on an arithmancy exam a few days ago and like all of your important decisions you had found yourself sitting in the stands, debating how on earth you were going to tell your parents. No matter how you worded it in your next letter you just knew you would receive a howler in return, berating you and even worse embarrassing you in front of the entire school. 

“I didn’t expect to find you up here.”

The voice, no matter how appealing you were beginning to find it, startled you to no end. Quick to grab your wand you pointed it at George’s throat, clutching your chest as your pulse began to slow again. 

“Sorry love,” he chuckled as you lowered your wand, “I thought you heard me coming.” 

He was quick to take a seat at your side, so close you could feel the heat radiating off of his body, which you relished in the winter chill. “You okay?” He asked, brows furrowed as he took in your current state. Somehow you found yourself spilling your soul to him, somewhere along the way clutching his hand for comfort. He listened as you spoke of your current dilemma, no ounce of judgement in his eyes. 

Only after you were done did you seem to notice that you were holding his hand, heat rising to your cheeks as you quickly let go. “Sorry,” you mumbled, avoiding his eyes.

“It’s okay,” he responded, reaching over to take your hand in his once again. The two of you didn’t speak for a while, staring intently at each other for what felt like forever before he seemingly shook himself out of his languor. 

“You have to be one of the smartest witches in Hogwarts,” he began, “Blimey, one of the smartest witches period,” he corrected himself, smiling softly as he watched a blush rise in your cheeks. “Whatever happens, it doesn’t define you.” 

It took you a while to respond, a sort of tingling igniting itself in your stomach. Raising your head you looked over at George, a smile gracing your features. “Weasley, are you complimenting me?” you teased, leaning closer to him.

He licked his lips before eyeing your own. Your breath caught in your throat as you watched him in anticipation. “I think I just might be,” he spoke, moving even closer towards you, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, his hand lingering on your face before he moved to cup your cheek. Leaning your face into his hand you relished in the warmth, looking up at George before giving an almost imperceptible nod. With that George closed whatever distance was left between you two, brushing his lips softly against yours before pulling away. Coming back stronger he sucked softly on your bottom lip, running his tongue along it before you opened your mouth. You always wondered what it would be like to be kissed like this, a proper kiss. In that moment you couldn’t imagine it feeling like this with anyone else but George. Your tongue met George’s, soft and slow. Moving your hand to grasp the back of his head, fingers entangling in his red hair, you pulled him closer, deeper. After what felt like an eternity you both pulled away, faces crimson red.

It wasn’t long before the two of you could be spotted walking around the halls together, sitting side by side in any class you may share. Soon enough you became good friends with Fred, though he was reluctant at first he trusted his twin’s judgement, quickly seeing what attracted his brother to you. Your happiness didn’t last long though, the whispers of your house mates, other peers, and most especially the thought of what your parents might think getting to you, souring any and all chance of merriment. 

So you ended things. 

Out of fear and self preservation you began to pick at George, until all the two of you did was argue. Quickly you broke up with him, acting as though this didn’t affect you in the slightest. It broke your heart into a thousand pieces to see the pain etched across George’s face, and to know you were the sole cause. Being raised in your household you were taught that blood mattered above all else. Being with George you knew that this statement did not hold true. He had shown you a whole new world and when it ended you didn’t know how to be. Without him, the world had lost it’s previously oh so vibrant color.

Which brings you to where you were now, standing in the astronomy tower, and holding out hope that there was still a chance. 

“I got your letter.” A familiar voice sounded from behind you, making you spin in your place. There he stood, dark bags under his eyes and red hair in a complete disarray. You moved to stand directly in front of him, raising your hand up to touch his face before you caught yourself, clutching your hand to your chest.

“I’m surprised you came,” You spoke, feeling completely out of place, vulnerable.

“Well, I assumed whatever you had to say must be important, why else would you send the letter?” He spoke, voice tight, jaw clenched. 

“Right,” you mumbled, smoothing out your skirt, suddenly unsure. Even if you told him everything you needed to, would he still want you? No matter his response though, he needed to know the truth, and you needed to say it. 

“Well?” George’s voice always had a certain power over you, bringing you back from any thoughts that may be swimming around in your head, or in this case your heart. 

“My entire life I've been taught to think one way,” you blurted, wincing as he only looked further confused. 

“And what’s that? That i’m a blood traitor?,” he spoke, voice completely monotone.

You were quick to shake your head, trying to find the right way to voice everything you were thinking, but instead it all just came tumbling out in one heaping mess. 

“No, I don’t think that. I’m ashamed to admit that at one time I might have, but not anymore, not after you.”

“Ah, and that’s why you broke up with me,” He responded, a dark chuckle leaving his throat.

“Would you just listen?,” you cried, tears forming in your eyes, finally silencing him.

“It’s...it’s hard for me to explain this. Before you I was told that I was better. That there were purebloods and then there was the lesser,” at your words a grimace settled across his face, letting a smile spread across your face.

“You never could just wait,” You spoke, looking at him longingly meeting his eyes for a few seconds before carrying on. 

“When we...being with you makes me want to be better, and to do better, I don’t want to think that way anymore, but hearing everyone, seeing the way they looked at us, and what my family may think...i-,”

“You realized that you need to be with another pureblood right? One that doesn’t dare speak to the ‘lesser’?”

“Dammit George! I’m trying to tell you I’m in love with you!” Clasping a hand over your mouth your eyes widened.

“You what?” he asked, the first traces of a smile evident.

“I got scared, and if I'm being honest I still am, but I want to be scared with you. If it means having you in my life I don’t give a damn what my parents think, nor anyone else for that matter.” 

You couldn’t meet his gaze, fear tying knots throughout your stomach. Being met with nothing but silence in return you couldn’t hide the quiet sob that escaped you, a tear making its way down your cheek as your vision blurred.

“Well, that’s all I wanted to tell you so I’m going to go back to my dorm,” You spoke, the words rushing out as your feet carried you towards the staircase and away from what you knew to be the love of your life. As you grasped the railing a hand reached out, spinning you around and bringing you into his warmth. His lips crushed against your own, need and so much love evident within the single kiss it took your breath away. Pulling away slowly he rested his forehead against yours, a lazy, happy grin spread across his face. You were sure you held a matching one on your own features.

“Does this mean you love me too?” You asked, voice soft.

“Are you daft? Of course I love you, how could I not?” He murmured, his lips tracing the outer shell of your ear. 

Wrapping your arms around him, you felt content. “I’m sorry for how I treated you,” you spoke, looking up at him.

“I know,” he said, dotting your forehead with kisses, “I forgive you. From now on though, should you be feeling worried, come to me and I promise we’ll make it through it.”

His words eased any worries you may have still held. That was one of the many things you loved about George, no matter what, he was your peace. Though there were still many trials the two of you may face, you knew that you could conquer anything with him at your side.

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Jonathan Byers

Warning: Slight Smut, Some Swearing?

A/N: This is kind of my first full out fanfic so don’t be surprised if their ooc or it’s kind of trash, so be prepared.

Sunlight fell across your face in strands, mingling within the leaves. It was the soft chirping that finally awoke you, a sparrow on a nearby branch no more than 3 ft. away. Taking a deep breath you stood, trying to remain calm as twigs crunched beneath your feet. This wasn’t the first time you had woken up outside, having gone to sleep the night before in the comfort of your own bed, and you were certain this wouldn’t be the last. 

It had been a couple months since you had fought off the demodogs with Steve and the party, also going along to help light the tunnels on fire, but even with the passing time you couldn’t forget, nor did you think you ever would. The sound of their snarls still lingered in the back of your mind, the scars from their claws digging into your skin still a permanent fixture. When you had gone with them to the tunnels you had obviously, like everyone else, been on edge the whole time, but everything had gone smoothly, until it was time to leave. You had insisted everyone else get out before you, not to be deterred by a new and improved King Steve, it was all going to be okay, or at least that’s what you kept telling yourself, that is until it was your turn to be pulled out of the tunnel.

Steve had just gotten ahold of your hand when you heard them, paws pounding against the ground as you screamed at him to pull you up, your legs just barely dangling into the tunnels when one of them had latched on, trying it’s damndest to drag you back down as smoke filled the air. With one final tug Steve had managed to pull you up and out, holding onto you as you cried, blood gushing from your leg. You didn’t mean to think of it, but you can’t always help the ‘ghost pain’ as you liked to call it, rubbing your leg gently, just to be sure. 

Two months later and you were still stuck in the same place, hand reaching down to trace your scars, and much to your panic and shock, sleep walking, from what you have read it stemmed from ptsd, you just never figured it would happen to you. Shaking all of the ongoing thoughts to the side you trudged back through the woods towards your house, praying your parents weren’t already awake, and your mind going towards jonathan, your boyfriend as of september two years ago.

You hadn’t always known about the upside down, and had you not stumbled upon Dustin’s ‘pet’ dart that time in the woods, you weren’t sure if you’d know now. At first you were angry Jonathan hadn’t told you about it all, but seeing what you had, living those experiences, you knew he had done the right thing. Choosing to keep your “Morning strolls through the woods” a secret from Jonathan, you quickly bounded up the stairs as you entered your house through the backdoor, quick to get dressed as you knew you didn’t have long before Jonathan swung by to pick you up for work. 

Pulling on your stained arcade t-shirt, you stood outside your parents bedroom door, breathing a sigh of relief as you saw them still fast asleep in their bed. Leaving a note for them on the refrigerator you swung open your front door, just in time too as you saw jonathan pull up in front of your house.

Pulling the passenger side door open you hopped into the car, plastering as real of a smile as you could manage onto your face. “Good morning, muse,” He murmured, leaning over to kiss you softly, his lips pressed firmly against yours before he pulled away. You giggled at the cheesy nickname, briefly glancing down at the camera rested in the center console. 

“Muse?” You spoke, chuckling softly, “Jonathan, look at what I’m wearing.” you tugged at the t-shirt, staring down at a particularly prominent soda stain. “Ah, but you’ll always be a muse to me.”

“You’re so cheesy.” Rolling his eyes but ignoring your comment he put the car into gear, taking off towards the arcade, the clash playing quietly in the background.

***

Pulling to a stop in front of the arcade you turned back to Jonathan, an easy, genuine smile making its way across your face. You didn’t know how he did it, but being around him always calmed you down, his presence always such a big part of your life.

Reaching over you pecked him on the lips, a blush tinting your cheeks as he deepened the kiss, his hand going to the small of your back. Biting down gently on his lower lip you granted entrance, your tongues entangling together softly, your fingers combing through his hair. It was always so easy with Jonathan. You had been together for so long it just became second nature. 

A soft moan left your lips as Jonathan kissed your cheek, his lips peppering their way down to the sweet spot along your neck. Pulling away, much to your annoyance, he took a deep breath, his face resting in the crook of your neck. 

“Jonathan,” you whined, unable to help the child like pout that graced your features. “If we stay like this any longer, we’re going to be late for work, and we may just grow old together in this very car, and I don’t think you’d want that,” he spoke, smiling into your hair. “You want to take that bet?” Laughing softly, he leaned into your side, stopping to gaze at you. 

“Hey, are you ok, (y/n)?” He spoke, his dark brown eyes staring into yours, concern written across his face. “Yes, why?” You spoke, self consciousness unfurling within you. “Nothing, you just look a little tired,” He responded, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead, “Did you sleep alright?” Your breath caught in your throat as you looked at the boy you loved, this was the perfect opportunity to tell him, but instead you just nodded your head, avoiding his eyes.

Kissing your forehead softly, he pointed at the arcade. Snickering to yourself you climbed out, turning back to face him through the passenger side window as he called your name. “Yes, dearest?” You spoke, smirking at his eye roll. 

“Do you want to come over tonight? I can pick you up when your off work?” 

Your breath hitched in your throat at the prospect of spending the night at Jonathan’s. It had been a couple weeks since you last spend the night together, and although you desperately missed the way he held you close to his chest, your head seeming to fit perfectly in the crook of his neck, you couldn’t chance where you’d wake up tomorrow. Just as you were about to let him down gently though you stared into his eyes, finding yourself nodding your head in agreement. 

“Great, I’ll see you at 3.”

***

Collapsing onto his bed you groaned, looking up as jonathan leaned against his doorframe. “I forgot how amazing your bed was,” you spoke with a lazy smile. “You should come over more often, (y/n).”

“Oh, why Jonny? Did you miss me?” You spoke, flipping onto your stomach, your feet swinging up into the air as you batted your eyes at him.

“Do I even need to answer that?” Taking a seat on his bed in front of you he leaned down, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. Sitting up, you padded off his bed, closing his bedroom door, locking it as you turned to face him, smirking as you were met with an intrigued expression. 

You had arrived at the Byers house only twenty minutes ago and you already felt like you were at your own home. Ever since you started dating Jonathan it was like you had a second family, Joyce treating you like her own daughter and Will always coming to you, whether it was just to talk or play card games you didn’t care. 

Stepping forward you pushed jonathan back down onto the bed, quick to position yourself on top of him. Leaning down you peeled off his t-shirt, giggling at the blush that rose to his cheeks. “You’re so cute, babe.” Before he could respond you kissed his lips, your chest pushing against his as you made your way down his body, your tongue re familiarizing itself to his chest as you gave him light marks all over.

Looking up at him you found his eyes already on you. “Is this okay?” You asked, feeling his erection pressing against your stomach. “(Y/N), if you stop I may cry, and that would be embarrassing,” He said, using his elbows to sit up. 

Chuckling you unzipped his jeans, palming his length as you made a deep hickey just above his v line. A groan met your ears as your eyes flicked up to his once again, his blush becoming a deep crimson as you pushed his briefs down, his cock bobbing out to lay flush against his stomach. Running your hand along his length in a soft grip you watched as his head fell back against his sheets, his hands gripping the soft cotton as you run your tongue along his length. 

“That feel good, baby?” You speak, voice low, only to be met with a soft groan. 

“God yes, keep going, muse.”

Lowering your mouth onto his cock, you bobbed your head, your hands forming a tight grasp  onto the rest of his length. Running your tongue around his whole, you sucked the tip into your mouth, knowing that was his weakness. Sitting up for a second you pulled off your shirt, positioning yourself so you were perfectly on display before taking what you could of his length into your mouth. 

“Oh, hell, (y/n), you’re killing me, don’t stop,” He moaned, his hips lifting off the bed, needing more. Reaching his hand out his fingers curled into your (h/c) hair, grasp tightening as you kept up your rhythm, knowing just how to make him lose control as you sucked deeper, tongue flattening against him.

“(Y/N), I’m going to cum, oh fuck,” He moaned, biting onto his bottom lip as he tried to pull away, only to watch you continue your pace, your gaze trained on his as you watched him ride it out, spilling in your mouth as his legs shook softly beneath your touch. Continuing to pump his length till he finished, you stood up, smiling as you headed to the washroom, quickly brushing your teeth with a toothbrush you left here a long time ago you bounded back to his room, hopping up next to him on the bed. 

Watching him throw his socks and pants to the side you slid off your bra and other clothes till you were just down to your underwear. Walking over to his dresser, you stole one of his shirts and slipped it on. “Why do you always have to steal my clothes?” He groaned, though you knew he loved the way you looked in them. “They smell good,” You smiled, pulling it up to smell it before climbing under the covers next to him. Curling up in his side a gentle smile graced your face. Rolling over to face you he smirked. “What is it now?”

“Nothing, just figuring out a way I can make things up to you” He spoke, his breath hot in your ear as his hand made its way down your front, slipping inside your underwear to toy with your clit. “Jonathan,” You breathed, your back arching. Your face flamed hot red though as you let out an involuntary yawn. “Or maybe it’s best I try to make things up to you tomorrow morning,” He laughed.

“Sorry,” You whispered, ducking your head into the sheets. “Hey,” He lifted your chin with a finger, staring into yours eyes with a soft, warm smile spread across his face, “I don’t care what were doing, as long as we’re together.”

Tears pricking at your eyes you leaned closer into him, snuggling into his side. “I love you, Jonathan.” “I love you, (y/n).”

***

It had been two hours since Jonathan had fallen asleep, and despite how hard you tried, you couldn’t help the heaviness your lids felt, and before you knew it, you were fast asleep.

***

You didn’t know what time it was, or how long you had been out here for, but there you were, feet met with the dirt ground. You had lived in Hawkins your entire life, so you knew you could find your way back, but the panic still surrounded you, your nerves shot, your breathing coming in and out in short, shallow spurts. Your hands clung to Jonathan’s shirt, pulling it tight around you. 

A nearby crunching sound rose to your attention as your hands shook. “(Y/N), (Y/N)!” The familiar voice easing your worries. “Jonathan?” You breathed, voice coming out a lot more hoarse than you expected. “Jonathan?” You cried, ashamed of the tears that welled in your eyes, blurring your vision. Spinning around in spot, you saw Jonathan sprinting towards you.

“Where the hell have you been? I’ve been looking for you for two hours!” He yelled, hands moving in all directions as he spoke. His chest puffed up and down, showing just how fast he must’ve been moving. Trying to hide the sniffles that escaped you moved towards him, wrapping your arms around him as you bury your face in his chest, sobs escaping you, much to your embarrassment. 

You could feel him relax beneath you as he registered your state, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your back. “Muse?” He whispered in your ear. “Jonathan,” you gulped, “I didn’t tell you the truth yesterday.” 

Gently pulling away from you he moved his hands to grip your upper arms, holding you in place as you gently swayed. “What are you talking about?” He asked, concern in his eyes. 

“For the past two weeks I’ve been sleepwalking and waking up in the woods, I thought it would go away over time but it didn’t and I thought maybe being next to you it wouldn’t happen…,” Your voice steadying you looked up at him, shame making your cheeks heat up. “From what I’ve read, it’s nerves, PTSD,” you mumbled, avoiding meeting his eyes.

“Baby, you should’ve told me what was going on, I’ve been going through similar crap, I could’ve been there for you,” he spoke, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “You have?” You spoke, looking up at him. “After the shit we’ve gone through of course I have, and of course you have, you have no reason to be embarrassed, muse.” Lifting your chin with his finger in his classic Jonathan Byers style he leaned down, forehead pressed to yours.

“I love you,” you smiled, pressing a kiss to his neck.

“I love you too, muse." 

When you shivered, Jonathan looked down at you, eyes widening at the state you were in, standing in front of him in only his t-shirt and your panties. "Maybe we should get you back into the house,” he spoke, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as you walked back. 

“Though I do love seeing you in my shirt,” he chuckled, laughing harder when you punched him in the arm.