#*going to bed. im going to go lay down and read my Book

[lucifer-kane]

me: man i thought this bottle of marg was supposed to hit harder im only feeling a little bit [after drinking the entire bottle through the entire game awards]

me ten minutes later:

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

I took a nap from 11am to 4pm today and then another nap from 10:30pm to midnight, and now it's 4am and I can't sleep because I've been sleeping all day (yes I'm concerned about how much I sleep and how little energy I have, but not enough to do anything about it) so I'm just reading and watching my rats do their little rat things, and I cleaned a lot and built a desk chair, but the desk chair isn't super ideal because I'm fat and the chair has armrests that dig into my thighs, but at least my room is getting better. Y'know when you clean your room and you feel like you can breathe better? That happened. And cleaning is kind of how I cope with anger and stress, so what I've been doing to inspire myself to clean is listen to a voicemail that my ex girlfriend left for me on my birthday, after we'd broken up, wishing me a happy birthday and apologizing for not keeping in touch, which makes me so angry because of how our relationship ended (it was a mutual breakup, a long time coming, but we were together for three years and she said she wanted to marry me but then when I told her I was moving she changed her mind and said she doesn't think she can see a future with me and she'll want to open the relationship after I move, even though she spent most of our relationship traveling. So she gets to fucking travel but when I want to move then she can't handle it. So I'm salty that I wasted three years. And after we broke up she fucked my best friend, which is a whole other thing that im upset about) so I listen to the voicemail when I want to clean because it makes me angry enough to want to take back control, which I do by cleaning. And luckily I have a lot of cleaning to do, because I moved in August and I've been slowly unpacking and getting my room set up but it's slow going. I have a lot of shit and I'm bad at making myself clean. And now it's past 4am and I'm still not tired so I'm gonna go back to reading. I can probably finish my book by the end of the day today because I'm halfway through my book and I've been really into reading lately. And I'm knitting a book blanket (different colors for the genre of book) so if I want to knit then I have to read books, which I love. I have such a long list of books to read, most of them queer because it was a resolution of mine to read more books, particularly queer books.

Anyway I just needed to say shit. So I said all of my shit here. Because I no longer have a girlfriend to talk to, and things are icy with my best friend after the whole fucking my ex girlfriend thing. So now all of you get to listen to my ranting. Or not. I just needed to get it out.

[bakug0uzb1thc]

Bakugou leaning against the frame of the doorway (lick lick lick lick)

Aged up! Bakugou x Fem! Reader

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You were laying in your bed, knees bend as your back was against your headboard. You were reading a book Ochako had lent you saying “it has a relatable MC” which lead you to where you were.

Your phone was buzzing but you figured it was a group chat you were in; man were you wrong. It was your fiancée coming home from work.

Suki:

Hey ma, what do you want for dinner?

Suki:

Mama.

Suki:

Hey.

Suki:

I’m getting spicy ramen.

Suki:

Ma this ain’t funny?

Suki:

y/n??

At this point you were to engulfed in your book to even care, you just let it buzz. Ochako was right, the main character was relatable.

The second you were done with the chapter you heard the door swing open. You put your book down but before you could get up, you heard running. Thumping as Katsuki ran through the house to your shared bedroom. Scared you jump back ready to fight whoever it was till the door swung open. Reveling an anxious, cold sweat faced Katsuki in the door way.

“What the-“ you raised a brow and let out a sigh. “Why are you running?” You asked. “Why aren’t you pickin up the phone.” You saw the vein in his forehead pop. Fuck.

You picked up your phone off your nightstand and turned it on to have it flash the wallpaper you set of a cute photo you took of katsuki; and a whole line of messages from your fiancée who was still standing in the doorway.

“I was reading my book and I put it on silence..” you half lied so he wouldn’t yell at you.

“Ah whatever.” He said, and that’s when it happened. He gripped the top of the door frame and leaned forward a bit. His eyes closed as his head tilted.

He was still in his hero costume; still dirty from the day he had but that didn’t stop you from slowly creeping over to him.

“Hey mama..” he said his eyes still closed yet still feeling your warm presence. “Hi ‘suki” you bring your hand up to caress his cheek, going over the big scar he got from the war that took place while still in high school. “I love the way you lean..” you whisper, soft and seductive. “That so?” He opened his eyes and leaned his forehead on your giving your nose a little kiss. “Mhm.” You say still holding his face in your hands.

“I brought home ramen.” He interrupted before anything happened. This caused you to laugh. “What woman I did?” He said confused. “Oh Katsuki-“ you continued to laugh at his dumbfounded face. “Whatever I’m going to eat” he said spinning on his heel and walking away leaving you a laughing mess. “No- HAHA NO KAT IM SORRY.” You said chasing after him, jumping on his back. he grabbed under your thighs lifting you higher on his back ending up giving you a piggy back ride to the kitchen.

“You’re so high maintenance.”

After that you kept your phone on; and looked at it Everytime it buzzed. Just in case it was your fiancée.

[hearts4mica]

Darling never grow up

Imagine l Jon looking up to Batsis like an older sister and her reciprocating and Damian not liking sharing his sister.

Platonic! Jon Kent and batsis

Masterlist Part 2 Here!

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——————————————————————————— The first time Jon went to the Wayne Manor was after school. Alfred drove them home to “do a proyect” to hang out.

The first time Jon met you was in the kitchen where you were grabbing some ice cream.

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You felt someone watching you, so you turned around expecting that someone to be Damian cause that person was silent but when you turned around-

It was a small child well not that small- a short child around Damian’s age.

He looked at you. He had big blue eyes, he was staring directly into your soul. Just like those people with blue eyes do, he had a baby face.

You had never seen him in your whole life.

“Hello there uhm what is your name hun?” You ask curiously.

Was he another child Bruce adopted?

“Im Jon! Damian’s bff- ‘BFF’ means Best Friend Forever if case you didn’t know!” He said excitedly.

Wow. He was a really extroverted kid quite the opposite of Damian he reminded you somehow to Dick. Big blue eyes, extroverted- maybe being extroverted was a rule to have blue eyes?

In Jon’s side well he had never met you before. He didn’t even know that Damian had an older sister! He only knew his brothers.

You blink you didn’t know Damian had friends. Not in a mean way obviously but he always seemed so closed about this subject.

“Well it’s a pleasure to meet you Jon. Are you perhaps looking for Damian?”

“Nope just looking for water!” He answered happily.

“Oh well let me help you then”.

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In that moment Jon decided that he was adopting you as his older sister.

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Some time after Jon flew home, you went into Damian’s room.

He was laying down on his bed reading some random book he probably stole from Jason.

“Soo?” you ask with a small smile on your face

“So what?” [name] be specific.” He says in a bored tone not taking his eyes off his book.

“You have a friend! Dami you listened to my advice! Im soo happy for you” you throw yourself onto his bed and hug him.

He sighs annoyedly and hugs you back. You knew he wasn’t annoyed tho. He loved you as much as you loved him

“It’s not a big deal-“ “Yes it is Dami! Now tell me everything!”

“You’re as annoying as Grayson when he found out”

“So everyone already knew but me?!- oh! my poor heart!”

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The next time Jon came over was for a sleepover.

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There was a knock on the door. You were the closest to the door so you went to open it.

There was Jon wearing his superman pajamas holding a small plushie and a blanket, you let him into the Manor and welcome him.

You tell him that Damian is currently showering so he decides to hang out with you in the meantime.

“So how’s school Jon?”

“It’s really good! And everyone is nice and teachers teach well and- lunch is well eateable i guess” he starts rambling but you don’t mind he somehow reminds you of your brothers

“Im glad you like school” “Yeah me too!”

“Jon what are you doing here?” Damian walks into the room wearing his themed pajamas Dick bought for him.

“Oh im just hanging out with [name]! Telling her sbout school and teachers and food and work an-“

“yeah okay we get it Jon let’s go we have things to do” Damian grabs Jon’s hand and drags him to his room

“Bye [name]!” He frantically waves his hand goodbye.

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“Your sister is really nice Damian! I really like her!”

“Mhm”

“Why didn’t you tell me like ever you had a sister! We could share sisters?!- i mean i don’t have one but yeah why don’t you share?”

“Share? What?- No.”

“No what?”

“I am not sharing my sister Jon.”

“Why not?!” Jon pouts

“She is my sister get one yourself!”

“Sharing is caring!”

“I don’t care for you”.

“So not true! We are BFF’s”

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The next time he comes over to the Wayne Manor he brings you a small gift

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“Hello [name]! I made this for you!” He gives you a small bracelet that said ‘Sis KW’.

“What does Sis KW mean Jon?”

“It mean Sister Kent Wayne!”

“Oh?- That’s really cute Jon! Did you make it yourself?”

“Yes i did” he says seeming really proud of his creation.

“Sister Kent Wayne?!” Damian grabs the bracelet “Jon! she is my sister! Not yours you idiot!

“Damian don’t be rude! I already have 4 brothers 1 more wouldn’t make a big difference!.” Grabs the bracelet back. “Its a nice gesture. Thank you Jon i’ll definitely wear it.”

Jon smiles “Thanks [name] you’re the best!.”

“Jon . A word.”

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“You can’t give my sister a bracelet! And even less one that says Sister Kent Wayne! And you dare to put the W of Wayne on the second place! After Kent?!”

“Why not? It’s not like it says [name] Kent! I added Wayne there!”

“Because she is not your sister!”

“Three words! IDC!”

“Those are letters!”

“IDC!”

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Masterlist

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[gatorbites-imagines]

Could I request, if you want, a conquest fic. It can be short, it can be bullet points, I don't care- I am STARVED because there's no content of him at all.

Maybe like, a little blurb of him just laying in bed next to reader and wondering how he ended up falling in love with a little human, questioning his life (not in a bad way) while reader is sitting up and reading a book or something- basking in the afterglow of pounding his beloved old man. Or it doesn't have to be smut related at all, I'm okay with pure fluff!

Thank you for the consideration ❤️

Conquest x male reader 

Blurb 

My new classes are starting tomorrow, and I can feel jitters all up under my skin, like every time I do anything new with my life. So, im ignoring that by writing. 

i tried to fluff this up, enjoy gamers.

Falling in love was not a feeling many, if any, viltrumites got to experience. It is such a vulnerable feeling, like an exposed nerve pulled to the surface, a nerve ending that only that other person could press and pull. 

It is a weakness, the greatest weakness Conquest has ever experienced. For his lonely heart to be taken from between his own grizzled bloody hands, and held near someone else's chest, as if it mattered and carried importance. 

Being held as if you mattered, to be kissed and appreciated, to have meaningful nothings and words that carried such a deep emotional weight, was almost unbearable.  

At least, those were the thoughts going through Conquest's mind as he laid in the bed you two shared, a bed you had specially ordered to be able to fit him and his weight. Covered in a duvet that had to be ordered large enough to fit, and still be comfortable.  

His heart... ached in ways he still struggled to understand as he let his seeing eye turn to you. There you were, sitting and reading one of your favorite books, one you had reread at least five times since you two became an “item”, as you earthlings say. 

Because earth was not just for worms anymore. If it could create someone like you, someone who could look at somebody as violent and bloody as Conquest, a man with a title and no name, and still feel love? Then earthlings were not worms at all. 

There were moments where Conquest wondered if he should kill you, not because he truly wanted too, but because feeling so weak and vulnerable was... unusual, new and scary. Never could he find it in himself to hurt you, his hands cradling instead of crushing, for once he found himself being careful. 

You must have noticed his quiet staring, his usually intense face looking lax and calm, thoughtful even. “What is it?” you ask, putting the bookmark between the pages you were reading. “Was I not good enough?” you joke, putting the book on the bedside table so you could give Conquest your full attention. 

Conquest's prosthetic hand twitched by his side, before he lifted it, fingers that had killed hundreds, thousands, millions, brushed so carefully against your skin. 

“You really are so cute sometimes” you chuckle, your voice making his heart clench, his insides flutter, his face heat up. And as you lean down the kiss him, Conquest finds his eyes shutting to simply bask in this feeling. Such a human feeling, such a weakness, but so very good.  

Yes. Good. Thats what it is. The vulnerability, the warmth and care, makes the fear of the unknown worth it. To be held in your arms, as if Conquest was someone who needed to be protected, was special. Something he could never see himself without, not anymore. 

[vampira-69]

Can you please do something, with Matt teaching the reader how to finger herself? 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

"𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑺𝑶 𝑰𝑵𝑵𝑶𝑪𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑨𝑵𝒀𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑬" 𝑴.𝑺

❥ 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 : 𝑷𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒕, 𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝑺𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑶𝒓𝒂𝒍 (𝒇𝒆𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈) 𝒍𝒎𝒌 𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆

❥ 𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 1 : 𝑴𝒚 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒃𝒐𝒙 𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏 (𝒐𝒃𝒗), 𝒔𝒐 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕, 𝒑𝒍𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑, 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖!!

❥ 𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 2 : 𝑯𝒊 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏, 𝒕𝒚𝒔𝒎 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕

༺୨♥︎୧༻ ༺୨♥︎୧༻ ༺୨♥︎୧༻ ༺୨♥︎୧༻ ༺୨♥︎୧༻ ༺୨♥︎୧༻

You and Matt have been dating for almost three months now, never done anything really sexual

except the making out between the two of youBut you wanted to try, you wanted to please him, and yourself.

So thats why this happened

Matt, Chris and Nick were just done filming the new Wednesday video, you were in Matt's room.

Sitting there and reading some new book you got, while listening to some music in your headphones.

You saw a text from Matt, "Are you still up?"

You answered with a yes, after five minutes, Matt came in the room.

Locking the door behind him, because Nick and Chris love to just come without knocking.

You took out your headphones when you saw him, stopping the song, and closing your book.

"Hi pretty baby" He came close to you, laying down on the bed beside you.

"Hi" you said shyly, kissing him on the cheek, and he returned the favor.

"Was everything alright with the filming?"

"Yeah, it was, what about you hm?" Matt looked straight into your eyes, smiling.

"Ive been reading and listening to music, for 3 hours straight" you smiled back at him, getting closer to him so you can hug him.

"Yeah? What were you reading baby" he asked, curious.

"Book" you said quickly while blushing.

"Yeah, obviously" Matt chuckled while looking at you.

"Anyways, uh.." nervously you started picking on your nails.

"Whats wrong?" he looked at you worried

"No..never mind,"

"Cmon y/n, tell me." Matt demanded.

"You know..ive never done, uh-anything, sexual.." You now avoided his gaze, blushing madly.

"Yeah, what about that hm?" He asked teasingly, he knew what exactly you meant.

"Neither with myself neither with..you" looking up at him for a second, then you looked away once again.

"Want me to teach you baby?" You nodded.

"I-if you want to.." he smiled at your sudden shyness.

Then he started kissing your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses, here and there.

You whimpered from the feeling of his lips, on your hot skin.

"Gonna teach you first, how to touch your little pussy" he murmured against your neck.

"Y-yeah, okay" whining, when he bit your neck slightly.

"Yeah? C'mon," he said while addressing you to remove your clothes, and you did, first your top and then your shorts.

"lay between my legs." He started positioning you two, your head laying against his chest, and your legs spread over his legs.

"Give me your hand sweet girl" he placed a quick peck on your cheek.

You gave him your hand, his own laying on yours.

"Now" placing your hands on your pussy, "Gonna touch your clit first okay?" You nodded.

"Pl-please Matt" he smirked from your neediness.

"Such a needy baby, having me teaching her how to, touch herself. Because shes too dumb to find out alone hm?" He started motioning your hand with his

On your clit, rubbing slowly.

"F-fuck yes! Please matt" you let out a small moan, when the pace went to fast from slow.

"Shh, im right here, gonna give you what you want" he kissed your forehead sweetly.

You felt your stomach tightening, and you moaned out louder.

"M-matt i-i think" closing your eyes shut, you whimpered.

"Gonna cum? Go on baby, cum." And you did, moaning out his name.

He continued rubbing your clit, you tried to jerk your hips away, from the over stimulation.

"No, no," he slaped your clit slightly, making you whine.

"Now youre going to finger yourself." Placing your hand between your hole.

"Start with the middle fingers first," you started putting your middle finger inside slowly, whining from the slight burning feeling.

"Good girl, now that you're done, start pushing it in and out, to stretch yourself" you started pushing it in and put, the feeling slightly pleasurable.

"Curl your finger up." You listened to him, curling it up, you breath out shakily.

"Feel good, no? Try putting another one." You nodded against his chest, starting to put in your ring finger.

Whimpering from another stretch, you started pushing your fingers in and out.

Curling them up as matt said.

"Good baby, always listening to me." He said stroking you hair.

"M-matt it-it doesn't feel that good.." you pouted.

"No?" How about i do it instead yeah?" You nodded slightly, getting your fingers out of your pussy.

"Give me your fingers babe" you did, confused.

Them he sucked on your fingers, cleaning them up.

You whimpered from his actions.

"Pl-please" he stopped sucking on your fingers, and chuckled.

"Shh, here, relax now okay? Gonna start with one finger" nodding, you spread out your legs more.

He then started rubbing your, leaky hole. Drawing small circles

"D-dont tease" you closed your eyes shut, and whined.

He chuckled at that

"Easy now, here" he now starting pushing his middle, finger inside your cunt.

You moaned softly, from the feeling of his much longer and thicker fingers.

He started pumping it in and out, circling your clit with his thumb.

Your hips started chasing his hand.

"M-more-nghh-Matt please" you needed more, more of him.

And then he started pushing his, ring finger too. Pumping in and out. His pace getting faster.

The room was filled with filthy sounds

Your slick cunt, your whimpers and moans.

And his heavy breathing.

"You gonna cum, sweetheart? Huh?, can feel your pretty pussy. Tightening around my fingers." Matt kissed your cheek after the last word.

You nodded at that, feeling a new feeling.

"I think-i think" you were a whining mess, under his control.

"Go on baby, just let out." He chuckled and pumped his fingers, in and out

Faster, and his assault on your clit getting harder.

You moaned his name out loudly, when you came, for the second time.

"Good girl, my pretty baby, you did so good." Matt praised while kissing you.

He then removed your fingers from your cunt

And licked & sucked them clean.

You whimpered at the sight before you.

"Taste so good baby, gonna let me have a proper taste? Hm"

"Y-yes please Matthew" he smirked at your desperation.

He then, pushed you gently, and laid you down. On the bed.

Going between your legs and spreading them open.

"Ready?" You nodded

He licked a long stripe from, your hole to your clit.

Sucking on your clit, you tried to close your legs, but matt hiked them around his shoulders.

"M-matty! F-fuck feels so good" he started sucking more, from your words

He pulled out slightly and collected saliva, spitting on your clit.

He looked up at you, and started shaking his head into your pussy.

His long tongue doing magical things, that has your legs shaking.

Soon you felt that feeling again.

"M'gonna cum!" He groaned into your cunt.

"M-matt!" You moaned out his name, like a mantra.

Soon after, you suddenly came, hard.

Squirting into his face, you blushed at this

"S-shit matt! I didn't meant to-" he kissed your clit, and then pulled back.

"You're doing this shit again." He bite his bottom lip slightly

"But-" looking at him.

"Not a question ma."

༺୨♥︎୧༻ ༺୨♥︎୧༻ ༺୨♥︎୧༻ ༺୨♥︎୧༻ ༺୨♥︎୧༻ ༺୨♥︎୧༻

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈. 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆.

𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒃𝒐𝒙 𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏 💋

[rafeys-angel13]

sleepy rafe

summary: just rafe being a softie

it was a calm day. you woke up on your own accord, drank your coffee slowly and read the book you’ve been meaning to read for a while. it was really peaceful.

that was until rafe slams the front door shut. he must be in a bad mood, you sigh and put your book down. you start to get out of the bed but rafe is already in the bedroom and walking over to you.

he looks more upset than pissed. you expected him to be seething, judging by that door slam. yet his eyes looked sad.

he immediately walks over and lays ontop of you, all 6’2 of him.

“oh hi… what’s wrong?” you ask, pushing his hair out of his face, trying to act like he’s not deflating the air out of you.

“my fucking dad… he’s dead and he’s still causing me stress. i gotta direct this stupid company… i hate it.” he mumbles, burning his face in your chest.

“i’m sorry you were left in this state, sweetheart…” you respond softly, rubbing his back and kissing his head. he huffs and moves so you can reach his back better.

“i just wanna have an easy life… i want my dad back.” he sighs, his voice barely louder than a whisper.

you kiss his temple and sigh, watching the way he runs his fingers over your arm. it’s ticklish but it’s obviously helping him stay calm so you don’t interrupt him. you see his bottom lip quiver and your heart feels like it breaks in half. you push his hair out of his face and look down at him.

“you can cry, you know… i’m here for you…” you smile softly and rafe nods.

“yeah… i know…”

“i’m not here to judge…” you reassure softly and he nods again.

you know he’s not one for crying, he’s more for bottling up emotions and acting like he’s fine, so you’re not surprised he isn’t crying.

you lay there in a comfortable silence for a while, just letting him speak his mind and rant a little to get things off his chest.

after a while, you realise rafe hasn’t spoke in a few minutes and his breathing’s slower. you carefully peak at his face to see if he’s asleep.

he is passed out, mouth open and hair all over his forehead.

you smile and kiss his head before grabbing your phone, deciding to scroll to pass time.

you scroll aimlessly for around an hour, when you take your eyes off the screen he’s drooling and snoring quietly. he’s so damn cute when he hasn’t got a frown on his handsome face.

after another hour, you try to move from under him. you really need to pee and him leaning his whole weight on you isn’t exactly helping the fight with your bladder. you untangle your legs from rafe’s and then as you go to shift out from under him the snoring stops and he opens his eyes.

shit.

he glares at you with tired eyes and your first reaction is to try to soothe him back to sleep.

“shhhh… sleep baby, you need it…” you rub his nose bridge gently and his eyes fall shut almost immediately. you continue the caressing for a few minutes until you’re sure he’s asleep and then make your way to the bathroom.

when you get back, he’s sat up on the bed staring at you with a small pout.

“where’d you go…?” he mumbles gravely.

“to the bathroom… needed to pee…” you respond with a small smile as you climb back into bed.

“mm… don’t do that again…” he frowns and lays down with you, immediately cuddling you like a child with his teddy bear.

“don’t do what? pee?” you chuckle which makes his frown impossibly deeper.

“no… leave me…” he murmurs, nuzzling his head against your neck like a cat.

“okay… i won’t leave again… im staying here, baby.”

“good.”

and with that, he’s passed out again within five minutes.

[aemondapologistfrfr]

Not Yet

daemon x stepdaughter!reader

anon request - ty for letting me bring us filthy step daddy daemon

Summary: Daemon catches you tanning out back and has to do something about how he finds you.

Warnings: 18+ daddy kink, cheating, spanking, fingering, edging, p in v, raw next question

Authors Note: hey um this came so fast so did i i’ve got a ridiculous amt of daddy docs rn and im not mad at it - more daddy daemon coming soon, hopefully this week!!

Word Count: 2.2k of zero plot

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You had gotten into a fight with your mother which resulted in her excluding you from her vacation with your siblings. Not that you cared. It left you alone with the exception of your step dad, but he was busy working so basically you got to spend the next couple of weeks alone. By the time you woke up he was long gone and when he returned for the night you were already locked away in your room or out with friends.

Today the UVs were perfect and the slight breeze whispered of how it could offer a cooling kiss as you tanned by the pool. You throw together a bag on your bed of oils, sunglasses, and a book if you tire of your phone. You pull off your sleeping shirt and put on your favorite bikini. You admire yourself in the mirror and take a couple of pictures to post before you walk through the house. 

You stop in the kitchen and grab a couple of drinks and fruit before carrying your supplies out to the patio and dumping them onto the pool bed next to your favorite one. You set up the spare bed how you like it before moving the umbrella to cast your bed in the golden light. Once you have everything situated you start to coat your skin in your tanning oil before laying back on the bed. 

You sink into the plush material and a smile starts to form across your features. You grab your phone and play music and set an alarm to tell you when to flip before leaning back in the bed and letting the warmth take over. The breeze is wafting through the leaves and you can hear the slight ripple of the water helping truly put you at ease. The sweet smell of your oil greets your nose and you softly shake your head at how this is better than any vacation your mother would’ve taken you on.

Your alarm goes off and you peel your eyes open and start to sit up. When you move your bottoms shift and you groan seeing a tan line forming. You shrug knowing that your step dad won’t be home for hours and start to pull off your bikini. Once the fabric is discarded on the other bed you flip and restart your alarm. A shiver runs through you at the breeze and you smile clinging deeper to the pillow you’re resting against. The alarm goes off and you give a slight jump from being half asleep. You roll over in the sun once more and grab your phone and a drink. 

You smile at the comments on your post and read through them as you sip on the cool drink, the liquid offering you a small reprieve from the heat. Setting the drink down once more you go to set your alarm when the patio door slams shut. You turn and see your step dad and discard your phone and grab the blanket from the bed attempting to cover yourself.

“Why are you home?” you watch him walk around the bed and look down at you.

“This is my house.” Daemon watches the blanket shift as you sit up. “Why are you naked in the backyard? Where anyone could see.” you offer him a small pout at his words.

“No one will see.” he watches as the blanket starts to fall down your chest. “I don’t want any tanlines.” you scoot closer to him with pleading eyes.

“I came home and saw you. What if the gardener came? Or the neighbors?” he hums, tilting your chin further up. 

“But it's just you daddy.” you watch his eyes darken. 

“Put your bikini back on.” he pulls the blanket from your body. “Gods, you’re so indecent.” he watches your skin and nipples pebble from the breeze. 

You slowly stand from the bed and blink up at him before turning to the other bed and slowly grabbing your bottoms. As you step into them you wish this would’ve gone differently. You wish you met Daemon before your mother, but you quite like how your dynamic with him is now. You peak over your shoulder at him and see his jaw clenched and you turn back around, bending over to grab your top.

It is taking all of his restraint not to keep you bent over that bed. Your skin is glowing in the sun from the oil and he just wants to run his hands all over you. He gave up a long time ago trying to hide his desire for you. You're his favorite fantasy and he doesn’t try to deny that to himself. He doesn’t care that you’re his ste-

“Better, daddy?” you turn and look up at him. 

“This is your bikini?” he runs his tongue along his lower lip as he grabs one of the straps. “I’ve seen napkins bigger than this.” he shakes his head letting his fingers trail down your body. He starts to walk around you, never taking his hands off of you. “What tanlines could this possibly leave?” he chuckles.

“There would’ve been lines.” he notes how breathy your voice is.

“Mm.” he nods. He stops when he’s behind you and groans as the string to your bottoms disappears by your ass. He can’t help himself and digs his fingers into your tender flesh and you let out a small whimper. He pulls you against his chest and his hands engulf your breasts, “What do you think this is covering?” he whispers as he pinches your nipples that are barely covered by the small triangle.

“Daddy,” you whine when he rolls your nipples. 

“Out here naked for anyone to see.” he tsks and pinches your hardened peaks once more. “I’m gonna have to punish you.” you gasp when his lips press against your neck. Your soft whines are going straight to his cock and he pulls back and takes a seat on the bed you were tanning on. You turn to him with a soft pout and he raises his eyebrows at you. “Over my knees.” he grabs your arm and pulls you closer.

He helps settle you over his legs and all of his attention on your ass and the small string from your thong that disappears. When he softly tugs the string up his ears are graced with a small whine. He shushes you before pulling it more harshly before bringing his other hand down onto your ass. You dig into the blanket when his palm lands on your other cheek before quickly connecting with the first once more. 

“You know why daddy is spanking you right?” he starts to smooth his hands over your heated skin.

“Because I was naked.” you look over your shoulder at him. “Please,” you whimper when he pulls your thong again. 

“Because you were naked outside.” he watches your teeth dig into your lip when he spanks you again. 

“So I can be naked inside?” you squirm when his fingers dig into your ass.

“If I find you naked in the house you’re gonna end up over my knees again.” his palm lands on your ass again.

“Even if I’m in my room?” he watches you squeeze your legs together. He squints his eyes at you and starts to pull your bottoms off and sees your arousal soaking them. “Daddy,” you whimper when he spanks you again. He spreads your legs and watches your pleasure seep out of you as his palm continues to meet your ass.

“You’re not supposed to be enjoying your punishment this much, naughty girl.” he chuckles at your moan when his palm lands on your center.

“Yes, please,” you plead as he slams two fingers into you and lands his palm on your ass again. 

He listens to your pleasure coat his fingers as he continues to pound them into you while alternating spanking you. You have your head pressed against the bed as you fist the blankets focusing on his fingers. Your high is fast approaching and your toes start to curl as it races towards you. Daemon chuckles lowly watching your legs curl up towards him and he starts to move his fingers even faster. 

“Yes, I’m gonna-” you cut yourself off with the scream as he pulls his fingers out stealing your high from you. “Please, please,” you whine when he lifts you off.

“Take off this top and lay back on the bed.” he rises and towers above you watching you bare yourself to him once more. 

“I thought I wasn’t allowed to be naked outside anymore.” you look up at him once your top is discarded.

He grabs your arm and lifts you up to lay you on your back. You whine at the contact on your ass and squirm trying to get comfortable. You stop moving when Daemon starts to crawl over you and brings his hand between your legs. You sigh in relief when he starts to circle your slick bud. He starts to dip down but instead of capturing your lips he captures a nipple. His teeth tug at the peak and your legs try to shut around his waist. 

He slips his fingers back inside of you and listens to your high pitched cries. You’re slowly rocking your hips against his fingers as you feel your pleasure building once more. Daemon kisses and bites across your chest before taking your other nipple into his mouth. He barely swirls his tongue around it, just wanting to encase it in his warm mouth and tease you some more. He feels you start to flutter around him as your pleas get louder.

“Do you think you deserve to come?” he lifts up and watches you nod your head quickly. “Mm, I don’t think you want it enough yet.” he removes his hand and watches your chest heave as you look at him with round eyes. 

“Gods daddy, please,” he smirks, hearing your whining. “Please, I’ll be good, please, please,” you reach for his hand and he sits back. 

He watches as you spread your legs wider for him and he shakes his head. He grabs your hips and pulls you closer, smirking at your sigh of relief. You gasp as he lifts your hips and lowers his mouth and lashes his tongue against your bud. He watches your eyes roll back as you start to go limp. Wrapping his hands around you to support you better, he begins to devour you and watch your body hum with pleasure. 

You’re trying your hardest not to show him how much pleasure he’s giving you because you don’t want him to take it away again. Gods he’s licking at you so completely you can’t help every whimper and plea that makes it past your lips. He chuckles feeling your legs shake on either side of his head, the vibrations pulling a moan from you. 

“Please, yes, daddy I-

“Not yet.” he pulls back and watches as the tears slip over the edges of your eyes. “Mm, what's wrong?” he chuckles watching your lip wobble.

“Please, please,” you continue to plead as he lays you back on the bed. As you're wiping your face he quickly takes his clothes and is crawling over you once more. 

He presses his lips to your neck as you continue to plead. His fingers find your wetness once more, feeling his cock ache as listens to your begging. He starts to rub at your throbbing bud once more and you feel yourself shooting upwards. He watches as your eyes squeeze shut and he slams himself into your core. Your eyes rip open as a scream catches in your throat. 

“How does daddy’s cock feel?” he starts to pound into watching you slide up the bed. “Tell me.” he chuckles at your little gasps.

“Good, I-I, please,” your words breathy and slurred. “Can I-’ you cry out.

“Hm?” he leans down and rolls his hips into yours before continuing at this brutal pace. 

“Can I, please,” you whine. “Can I come please?” you gasp.

“You wanna come all over daddy's cock?” he watches you nod as your whole body trembles. 

“Please.” you whisper.

“Since you asked so nicely I’ll let you.” you explode at his words. “That’s my good girl.” he pants as he continues to pound into you.

His pace never falters as he chases his own release. You’re squeezing around him so tightly, it’s all his mind is focusing on. He has a bruising grip on your hips and he pulls you against him after every thrust. Your nails are digging into his arms as whines and gasps are pulled from you. With one last demanding snap of his hips he spills his seed into, pressing his forehead to yours and groaning lowly.

“Thank you.” you pant, clinging against him as waves of pleasure still wash through you.

“I’m not done with you yet.” he lifts you up and begins to carry you into the house.

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[daenysx]

could you write a fic about gn reader playing with sirius hair? im in love with that idea ^^

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"I'm so tired, I hate everyone." There he is, standing at your door with messy hair and dead eyes. Your lovely boyfriend.

"Don't you think it's a little early to say that?" you tease him. "It's not even 4."

"Yeah, just imagine how terrible my day was. I had to run here to stop myself from getting into a fight with someone because they walk slowly on the street."

You extend a hand to him. You'd stand up and hug him like that, but your spot on the bed is so comfy, and the blankets cover you just fine. Sirius takes off his jacket and walks towards you. He huffs quietly as he lays down next to you facedown.

"Finally," he says, voice muffled by the pillow. "Been waiting for this since this morning."

"Oh, baby." you whisper, your hand goes to his back to rub a few comforting circles. He's all wound up and nervous, but you can make it better.

Sirius slides himself closer to you. You turn to your side to take care of him better. Maybe you can bribe him with coffee to make him smile. Or his favorite dinner. He looks cute with the pout, though, you can't refuse that.

"Poor baby," you coo. He loves that. "Take a few minutes to relax, hmm? You can take a nap until dinner if you want."

"Can you play with my hair?" he asks silently, never the one who craves affection loudly. "Please, gorgeous."

Your hand goes to the back of his neck, slowly pushing your fingers to his lovely, thick waves. You are gentle, he wants the softness of it all. The way your fingers stroke his scalp makes him want to curl up and stay like this for eternity. He moves his head to seek the touch.

"Good?" you ask. He nods, he can't form words. Too busy being soaked up in love. You smile, playing with his hair for minutes.

You are sure Sirius is asleep when he stops making soft noises. His breaths turn steady, his cheek smushed against the pillow. Your fingers linger on his waves, twisting and twirling them between your fingers until you can feel them go numb.

You kiss the side of his head when your hand gets too tired to move. Your book is right next to you, you start reading it as your one hand stays on Sirius' back. He stays asleep until dinner.

[myromanempiree]

Only you, my girl, only you, babe

Azriel x Reader

word count- 1.1k

Summary - In the books, its usually the male getting jealous after a fresh mating bond. I don't see enough of the female getting jealous.

a/n - I read a lot of Azriel angst today, @azrielbrainrot 's "I laugh like me again, and she laughs like you" hurt so good. (go read it!) But I decided to write some fluff,because its good for my heart, and I needed to get back into the swing of writing and wanted to learn how to write smut. So this is kinda messy.

c/w - p in v, tooth rotting fluff, jealousy, fem reader

Again, he was talking to Elain again.

He was helping her work in the garden of your shared home, which he had asked her to do after learning your favorite flowers. Even though you knew it was just Azriel being his usual self, unable to let someone do work by themselves even when he asked for it, you still couldn't help but want him all for yourself.

Perhaps it was the freshly accepted mating bond, only about a month old. Yes, thats what's it was. Just some base, lesser instincts, not at all jealousy. No, not that.

Your piercing stare seems to garner the middle Archeron's attention, who excitedly waves you over. You walk through the garden, moving like a magnet to Azriel. Arm looped in his, your face buried into his bicep.

You ignored the conversation, focusing on your mates warm body. Eyes still hostile, gazing at Elain.

Everything seemed to be generally running smoothly until she touched his arm, your mates arm. There was nothing adherently flirtatious about the movement, she was simply thanking him for hauling heavy bags soil, but it still irked you.

In fact, it irked you enough to elicit a low growl from your throat. The Archeron's eyes light with amusement, a small smile on her pink lips. Your mate looking rather taken aback.

"You two should probably go back inside, Im almost done." Elain said, clapping her hands together. "Alright, help yourself to the pastries in the kitchen when you're done.' Your mate said kindly.

Then Azriel placed a scarred, warm hand on your back, guiding you inside of your cottage

"Love? What was that?" Your mate asked, a gentle smirk on his stupidly kissable lips. When you didn't answer he gently pulled you closer to him by your hand and small of your back. "Love?" He repeats.

You flush in embarrassment, looking at his shoulder, a shadow dancing along with Azriel's amusement.

You huff, moving past him, causing a soft laugh to escape his lips, following you to your shared bedroom.

After you hear the door click, you feel strong arms wrap around your waist, a firm body against your back. Azriel's warm breath dances across your skin as he buried his face into your neck.

"Answer me." He cooed softly, nuzzling his nose against the skin, his fingers drawing uncoordinated patterns on your hips. "Love?" Azriel began, kissing your skin. "Love of my life, sweetheart, darling, lovely. What happened?"

A silence enveloped the room, only for a few seconds before you whispered. "She touched your arm..."

You regretted it as soon as the words escaped your mouth, as soon as Azriel let out a deep, rumbling laugh that sent a heat to your core. The heat intensified as he moved his hands down to your thighs, kissing your neck.

"It didn't mean anything, my love..." Azriel began, "I know...I just—" you said softly.

"Were you jealous, little love?" His devilish smirk warm against your neck. And a soft nod of your head causes it to only widen. "You have nothing to be jealous of. You're the only one for me, only you." He mumbled truthfully, "A touch on the arm won't change that."

You still seemed a little wary, a little jealous. Azriel could feel it through the glimmering bond he had absolutely cherished since the moment he felt it. He slowly turns you around, picking you up in his arms. A soft, squealed "Azriel!" leaving your lips.

"Would you like me to prove it to you?" He said, laying you onto the bed, kissing along your collarbone, a soft sigh escaped you lips. Urging him forward, "That would be nice."

He grinned again, moving his calloused fingers up your thighs, dancing across the slightly dampened cloth of your panties. He began moving it aside to slide two of his thick fingers into you, eliciting a soft gasp as he continued.

Azriel's fingers curling inside you felt beyond heavenly, you squirm under him, placing your hands on his shoulders as he moved. He slowly kissing in between your breasts, humming contently and he scissors his fingers.

His thumb pushed against your clit, a breathy moan escaping you. "There we go..." He purred, "Such a good girl." You let out a soft squeal as his warm mouth attached to a pert nipple, "Azzie! Mh—...fuck, I'm close."

His mouth curved around your nipple, giving it one last flick of his tongue before finding the spongey spot inside you that made you see stars.

Azriel groaned, his forehead digging into your cleavage as you come down from your high. He slowly removed his fingers, causing a soft moan to leave your lips.

He gently kissing your lips and moved to bring down his trousers, freeing his aching cock. You hum and move to bring your mouth down to it, before he catches you. "No can do, pretty." He mumbled, smudging the pre and your cum along his length, before slowly insisting himself.

Even after almost a year of being together, the stretch still burned. You hissed softly, moving to get your fingers in his hair. Her gently placed a hand on the inside of your thigh, massaging softly. "Breathe, pretty. Deep breaths. Follow me.' He mumbled, guiding you in breathing,

"Just like that, love." Azriel cooed rewardingly, moving to test a soft thrust. When you didn't wince, he nods to himself, clasping his hands along you hip and thigh, holding you steady while he does all of the work.

You let out a soft whine, burying your face into the crook of his neck as taking in deep breaths as you slowly make love. He pressed gentle kisses along your hairline, his thumb stroking your hip reassuringly, the murmuring praises.

The room filled with pants, the rustling of wings, skin slapping together and the slight creaking of your shared bed. And as you both approached the edge together, a loud moan escaped your lips, and a mumbled curse from Azriel.

The couple sat in a cozy silence, before Azriel gently placed his head on her chest. "Did I prove you wrong?" He asked teasingly. "Mhm..." You lazily mumble, stroking his hair, a soft chuckle escaped his lips.

He then removed himself and moved to clean you up, scooping you into his arms and walking to the bathroom, perching you onto the counter. He dampened a cloth, gently wiping away your mixed cum and kissing your thighs.

After cleaning up, you both dress on another, and you mumble a soft apology for being jealous. "You're alright, it was cute.' He teased, kissing your forehead and guiding you to the kitchen to get water.

Elain sits at the table, a crumbly pastry in hand, and a small grin on her face, before extending the pastry box to the pair, with mirth dancing in her eyes.

"Croissant?"

[aliceinborderlandsquidgame]

Ignored | Salesman x Wife!Reader

Summary: He knows his work can take much of his time. But the worse punishment its being ignored by you.

Warnings: Possessive!Salesman - Angry!Salesman - Violent!Salesman - Sad!Salesman - Manipulation - Toxic!Relationship - Suggestive - Grammar mistakes -

It was true. He had started to leave earlier and came home late. He was tensed, tired and angry. Everytime he had to face these excuse of humans made his blood boild.

But he was good, too good at it. And the money he got from it was a big amount. Enough to give you, his dear wife the life you have always deserve.

Splendind nights out, visists to the most precious places, fashion clothes and precious little details (expensive ones). He loved to pampper you in them. He could not help himself but pull his card out the moment he saw you looking at something. It was a reflex, even when you tell him that its not necesary he still insists.

If you want a private Island then he would do his job three times or even more times better.

You ask and he does. Thats how it works. The only thing he expects from you its to be at home when he comes. To get him with a delicious dinner, your soft voice making the stress go away. You would make him lay down on your lap as you play with his hair and tell him sweet nothings. Its almost unfair how much of a effect you have on him.

However, this past days these things have not been happening. Did food wait for him when he returned ? Yes. Where you there with open arms to ease him ? No.

It had started slow, you giving him simple responses when he talked to you. Mornings when you would say you were too tired leaving him to not really enjoy the shower missing your body against his. Not responding his messages or calls (He almost killed the next person he had to recruit when your voice email sounded back).

And at home you would give him the cold shoulder. Your attention on a book (that he got you and now he wants to burn) or your phone (that he hacks and sees what you are doing).

Honestly he is started to get tired of this. He has lots of patience with you. He loves you, in a insane way. But he cant help but feel...bad. The feeling makes him want to vomit because how the object of his love and adoration, the one he crafted and made a live with just...ignores him?

Yes he knows he can be difficult at times. He tries his best so you only see his good part. But this is ridiculous, no one would dare to disrespect him like that.

There is a centrain charm on your way of going against him. But he does not like it. He prefers the doting wife. The one who showers with love and affection. Not...this.

"We need to talk" Are his words on friday night after a long day recruiting and a cold and lonely shower.

He is quiet angry.

"Im reading" You said back not bothering to look up from your book.

Alright, now he is pissed.

He takes some steps towards you, his taller frame casting a shadow over you as he takes the book from you rather harshly.

"We need to talk, and we will" He says in a cold tone, making sure to mark the page you were reading before taking your arm and pulling you towards the bedroom.

The light blue walls and the big bed welcomes you as he throws you on the bed. Under other circunstances this would mean a good time, but with the look he is giving you right now, its not. Its a look you have never seen before, a look that sends shivers down your spine as he closes the door with a click and starts to walk around. Arms crossed as he fakes to think.

"What?" You ask seeing him go to the wardrobe and for the safebox pulling out a smaller box. He pulled out  a syringe  and a bottle with some transparent liquid.

"Dear...you are scaring me"

"Scaring you?" He asked with a smile that did not reach his eyes. "My Love, you should never be scared of me. I just want to talk" He did answer once more getting closer to her syringe  in hand.

"Then for what is that-"

"Because I need to understand Love. I need to understand whats going on with you" He says anger in his tone. "You have been ignoring me for the past few weeks. Me, the Man of your life. Who gives your the world and does everytning so you dont have to lift a single finger"

One hand traces your face doing down to your neck giving it a grip.

"I work so hard, for you. I just ask for you attention. But you cant even give me that" He says pushing you down on the bed the syringe  now close to your neck.

"Is there someone else ? Have you lost your love for me ? Im not enough now ?" He ask the syringe  inches from your skin.

"N-no, please let me explain" You said tears falling

He does not move but gives a small nod so you can talk

"I...I was stupid. I started to feel like your work was more important. You have always be with me. You make time for me and we pass our days together. And then you...you start to leave earlier and be home late. You...you look different every time you get back. I thought..that if I did not give you my attention you would stop. But I never saw how much I was hurting you"

He does not move for a few seconds letting the words sink in. Then he leaves the syringe  on the nightstand. He cleans off your tears kissing them.

"Oh my dear sweet wife. How could you be so dumb? My work would never be more important than you" He makes you sit on his lap as he moves you like a small creature.

"I have been under so much stress...and so much work. Im sorry I should have tell you. Last thing i wanted was to get ignored by you and hurt you. Not that I would ever do it"

Well, if you were seeing another men or women then yes. He would hurt you so much. You would be calling his name and only his. Never daring to think on going behind his back.

Much like right now. He is sure you would never ever again ignore him. Not after that scared he gave you. He still feels you trembling in his arms and its almost arousing to him.

Fear. Such a primal feeling. He loved being the one behind it. The face that was associated with the word.

"Shh my love. Its ok, we are ok. You wont ignore me again and now you know there is nothing more important than you" He whispers biting your ear.

"That syringe..."

He laughts, a well faked one.

"Do you really think I would ever hurt you my Love?" Yes, yes he would. If it did mean you staying with him and obeying him. "That was a bad joke on my side. My apologizes" He gives you a big kiss on your cheeck. "Lets order some food, we can watch a movie too and call it a night"

He sees you nod but before you can move he holds you in place one finger pointing at his lips.

You kiss him, not giving him much pressure but he is not letting you go that easy. He forces his tongue inside your mouth, tangles it with yours, his hips moves making you feel him growing hard under you. One hand presses your neck guiding your face as he leaves your lips and trails kisses down your neck and collarbone.

"Im almost temped to dich food and just have you" His tone is dark, possessive as he kisses you once more. "But I know you must be starving so we can save that for later"

You wont ever know that syringe did have a powerfull sleep drug...to make you unable to escape him if that was your plan.

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How He feels. VS. How He acts.

[bakug0uzb1thc]

IMMA NEED MORE OF THT “NoLabelAffection” WITH BAKUGO 😞😞😞😞😞😞😞😞😞😞😞😞😞😞😞😞😞😞😞

No label affection 👅👅

(Sorry for disappearing lol !!)

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“Sukkiii” you groaned in despair opening the door to his room. It was dimly lit with just a candle that you had bought him and whatever light that had fought its way through his black out curtains.

The intoxicating aroma of burning Carmel and alpine brushed your nose and it was heavenly, a perfect mix complementing him and who he was.

“What n/n?” He was sprawled on his bed laying on his stomach, resting his head reading whatever book he had to capture his attention.

He didn’t turn around he just continued to turn the pages of the book, already knowing it was you just by the nickname and the way you said it. You're sweet voice didn't fail to bring the smallest smile to the grumps face

“I’m boreddd.” you dragged out your sentence with a pout. you moped into his room looking around at his unique sense of decoration.

your eyes catching small evidence of you being a big role in his life, justified by the small photos and gifts from you. "Then go bother someone else, I'm busy." he lied, too focused on his book. "cmonn sukii you love when i annoy you." you crawled on top of his back, your arms wrapped around his neck and your face full of blonde fluff.

he didn't kick you off but he did nag. "and what do you think your doing?" he finally put his book down, peering over his shoulder to make eye contact. His red eyes serious but still soft enough to where you could tell he didn't really mind that much. "what do you think I'm doing." you stick your tongue out in a teasing manner, almost curious on what he would do.

"being a nuisance." he flipped his body around so he would be laying on his back, with you sitting on his lower abdomen. "that's so rude." you crossed your arms, pretending that what he said bothered you, but it didn't. you were way to used to his attitude to know he was just messing with you. "Its the truth." he rested his hands on your legs that straddled him, subconsciously drawing small circles with his thumb. "whatever, I'm leaving then." you huffed, but you knew what you were doing. "oh your so dramatic, you made me put my book down your not going anywhere." he rolled his eyes, his once soft grasp on your legs turned into more of a hold. making sure you weren't going to get up. and just like that, you won. this was what you wanted all along. "I'm not dramatic." your hand trailed up from your side to his hold on your leg, it was still strong making sure you didn't leave. he just laughed at you, he's known you for years and the last thing he knows you as was 'dramatic.' "you crack me up ya know that, pff 'I'm not dramatic' HA." he imitated your ironic line you though would slide past him. "yeah you're funny." he said whipping a tear from his eye which made you deepen your pout. "oh my bad, shortcake. your not dramatic.. you're hilarious." He cracked up again, only making you regret your decision of coming over to his dorm. "oh shut up." you punched his chest which only made him laugh harder. You weren't mad, honestly you were content knowing that you were the only one that got to see this side of him. To be his best friend and even be this close to him. it just came at an annoying price. (im so sorry this took so long, i had finals all this week ughh.)

[marrrrss]

hi if you do harvey specter requests rn can you please do a story with him being really stressed at work and when he comes home he doesn’t have to hold up his facade and can be seen as someone who isn’t unfazed

Home

(Harvey Specter x girlfriend!reader)

Pure Fluff

Summary: request

Word count: 371

TW: none

Authors note: spent last week with a stye (had to google the name in english, because i had no idea), now im fine (no doctor visits needed thank god).

(ps: do not touch your face if you dont have your hands clean, especially your eyes)

(gifts not mine)--(english's not my first language)

It was late. Too late even for Harvey.

The exaushtion creeped into his bones. Just... pure exhaustion

Long meetings, tough negotiations. Calls. Too many calls. Too many papers. All in one day.

He didn’t wait until he got home to loosen his tie. As soon as he reached the car, the knot was already looser than it had been three minutes ago when he left the firm.

Harvey felt tired. Exhausted. Drained.

As soon as he opened the door to the condo, the silence hit him—a stark contrast to the chaos of his day.

The sound of the TV lingered in the air. He had told her too many times not to stay up, not to wait for him—especially when he’d texted that he would be late, which meant after midnight.

His briefcase stayed by the entryway, shoes scattered carelessly by the door—he didn’t even bother putting them in place. His jacket hung loosely in his hand as he made his way to the living room.

And there she was.

Asleep on the couch. A blanket draped over her, the book he had bought her—maybe two years ago because she had mentioned it in passing—resting on the coffee table. She had finally started reading it. The trash TV show she, for some reason, loved played softly in the background.

Could Harvey just turn off the TV, pick her up, and take her to bed? Absolutely.

But instead, he simply left his jacket on the back of the couch, lifting the blanket carefully so he wouldn’t wake her.

He lay on his side, pulling her closer, the blanket now covering both of them.

Harvey let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

Now, he wasn’t the best closer. He wasn’t the unbreakable lawyer.

He was just a man—too exhausted to move, just wanting to be close to his girlfriend.

His mind started to slow down when he heard a soft, sleepy voice.

"You good?"

He took a moment, just breathing in her scent—that intoxicating, calming scent.

"Yeah. I’m good," he murmured against her hair, pulling her closer. "Just go back to sleep."

Home. That was all he needed. His home.

[moralisist]

bodyguard eren! part two- (pt 1 here!)

warnings: fem! reader

notes: ugh i js love the concept of bodyguard eren.. mind u he isn’t even my fav but it js does sum to me #needdat #onlysometimes

bodyguard! eren who talks back to your father after he diminishes your accomplishments. your father was hounding you for getting a b on your test instead of your usual a’s. he always says he didn’t put you up in a prestigious university for you to be getting b’s.

“y/n what’s this? you disappointing me with a b? i pay that school so much, where’s my money going to if you’re just getting b’s?” your dad scowls at you while you sit at the dining room with your head down. eren is by your father, waiting to tell him that he’s checked the building you were going to and that it was safe.

“y/n got all a’s last semester, im sure you remember sir.” your father is quick to look at eren, and eren stays put with unfaltering confidence. “so what?”

“y/n will continue to get great grades this semester as well. she study’s, she does well, i’ve seen it sir.” he makes direct eye contact with your father and your father turns to you. “make sure it’s an a next time sweetheart. i’m sorry to be so hard on you y/n, you know i’m proud.”

bodyguard!eren who stands behind you at all times, especially when creepy dudes try to hit on you.

your mother was hosting a big event for her new big project. you looked stunning with a gold dress on and your skin glowing.

you and eren were by the bar and eren is trying to convince you not to drink anything because he doesn’t want your senses to decrease but it’s clearly not working as you ask the bartender for a drink.

“hey pretty lady, let me buy you a drink.” a drunk, sleazy man was walking up to you, already way too damn close for erens comfort.

“she’s good.” eren speaks for you, his guard now all the way up. you put your hand on his arm trying to get him to relax a bit.

“can’t hurt won’t it? you’re her bodyguard aren’t u? why don’t you-”

eren gets up from his seat and flashes the dark black gun he has under his suit. “i said, she’s good.”

bodyguard! eren who drives you everywhere in a tinted black suv, and secretly loves having you as his passenger princess.

erens a hot head so he loves having heated educated debates and talks with you since you’re the smartest person he knows. your long drives were the best because you guys would talk about anything and everything. as a bodyguard, eren thought it was important that you trusted him as much as you trusted yourself. he’d open up to you which was difficult at first but as the months go by, he talks to you so easily.

bodyguard! eren who thinks he heard something in your apartment and jolts out of his sleep, grabbing his gun. he hears lots of commotion down the hall but no movement of your apartment but he decides to go check it out and then come back quick.

when eren gets back, he knocks on your door to check on you and you’re up reading a book with your lamp on.

“hey… there was a lot of noise outside so i thought something was happening. you okay?” eren walks closer to your bed, just wanting an excuse to be with you. “if i said i wasn’t would you lay with me?” erens eyes squint, suspicious at your ask. “uh.” “well im not okay. c’mere and lay down.” you scoot over, waiting for him to lay in bed. “well, since you’re not okay… your father told me to never have you in emotional distress so..” he lays in your bed with his head propped up by his arm and him using the other arm to hold you. whatever helps him sleep at night…

bodyguard! eren who doesn’t show any interest particularly in people or women. whenever he’s with you, he never gawks his eyes to other women, only if they’re getting a bit too close to you. you find it interesting because you see women looking at eren all the time with no suprise.

women have tried to flirt with him while he’s waiting outside the bathroom for you to come out and he declines, (a bit roughly but that’s just eren) everytime.

you and eren walk back to the car after you had a shopping trip at the mall. “how come you don’t talk to any women ren?” you ask looking up at him. he doesn’t answer your question, not knowing what to say. “women seem to approach you a lot, can’t say i blame them.” you chuckle after your sentence and you guys made it to the car. he puts the bags you bought that were on his arm in the trunk and then opens your door for you, holding your hand to lift you into the big ass car your dad supplied for eren.

“don’t have any interest in other women.” he sees you getting settled in but he’s still holding onto your hand. “oh? other women?” he lets go of your hand. “i got you to worry about, that’s all i need. wouldn’t want you to get jealous princess.” he closes the door, seeing you’re fully in and smirks once he makes his way around the car.

bodyguard eren didn’t need to protect anybody else, you were all he wanted, truly.

🏷️: @elmaa127

[stevie-petey]

episode one: suzie, do you copy?

Steve sighs. “Those kids are manipulating your power over me to get what they want.” “You call it manipulation, I call it bonding.”  Another sigh escapes Steve. “You’re going to be the death of me.” “And yet you stay.” You tease. “And yet I stay.”

Summary: you help nancy sneak through jonathans window, the party uses you for your "in" with steve, and you sorta become the reason dustin almost blinds lucas. meanwhile, steve tries, and fails, to make you his girlfriend (this will happen all summer), but have no fear ! dustin intercepts a russian code and makes everything even harder for everyone. what a sweet brother <3

Rating: general, swearing

Warnings: allusions to violence, swearing, fem!reader, use of y/n

Words: 9.6k

Before you swing in: shes here !!! season 3 of come home <333 im so excited for yall to read what i have planned, and thank you so much for being so patient as i planned the season out and started the chapters :) season 3 is pure chaos and i hope yall love what ive created, im proud of the changes i made <3333 we get some more insight into bug this season, which i also hope yall love !

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June 27th, 1985.

A summer breeze gently creeps into Jonathan’s room, bringing the scent of dandelions and your childhood with it. It’s early evening and Jonathan hums to himself quietly, laying in his bed as he lazily skims through a comic he stole from you last week. You’re next to him as you carefully cut pieces of construction paper to glue onto the posterboard. Dustin comes home from camp in a few days and you want his welcome home banner to be perfect.

In the other room you hear the floorboards creak, followed by the sound of Joyce and Will laughing at whatever movie they’ve put on in the living room. Hearing their laughs makes you smile; it’s been so long since you’ve heard them laugh.

The tune that Jonathan hums now becomes a familiar one, and absent mindedly you begin to hum along with him. The cool summer night’s air encases the two of you, as if it senses that you want to freeze this moment forever. You’re in the Byers home, pressed against Jonathan’s side as you hum together an old song from when you were both fourteen and thought you had the world all figured out,

It’s nice, having this moment all to yourself with him. Moments alone with him have become few and far between, and it saddens you to think about.

There’s a new mall in town, Starcourt, and within a few months of it opening, Bookstrordinary has slowly been edging out of business. The entire town of Hawkins quickly fell in love with the mall, but with this love came the abandonment of downtown Hawkins.

Mrs. Waters can barely afford to have you work more than a few hours a day, so you’ve been spending your days visiting Nancy and Jonathan at their internship at the Hawkins Post or hanging at Scoops Ahoy to see Steve and Robin. While your friends have been lovely, you can’t swallow down the fear that you’ll lose your job by the end of summer.

As if somehow reading your thoughts, Jonathan puts down his comic and pokes your cheek. “Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask if you and Nance thought of anything else to try and save Bookstrordinary.”

You glue down a letter and try to distract yourself with the miniscule task. Nancy has been brainstorming a million ideas to try and help Mrs. Water, and while you appreciate her effort, it’s no use. Swallowing down even more dread, you shake your head at Jonathan. “No, nothing. Nancy offered to help organize a book drive to get more customers, but…”

“It wouldn’t be enough.” Jonathan finishes for you.

“Not nearly enough,” you sigh, desperately wanting to change the topic now. “But besides me possibly losing my job soon, how has yours been at the Hawkins Post?”

Now it’s Jonathan’s turn to sigh. “It’s… okay? I guess. I–I mean, definitely not what I expected it to be. The hours suck and the men are awful, but…” he shifts uncomfortably and looks away from you, embarrassed. “A job is a job.”

You rub his arm, understanding what he means. The Byers have always struggled with money, but ever since Will went missing two years ago and Jonathan lost his last job at the Hawk movie theater, it’s only gotten worse. They’ve tried hiding it, but last week you sneakily paid for Will’s ice cream at Scoops Ahoy while no one else was looking.

“I get it, bee.” You reassure him, hating that he even feels embarrassed in the first place.

Jonathan smiles and leans into your touch, appreciative of the fact that you know his family well enough by now to understand all he’s too ashamed to say. The two of you sit quietly for a few moments before he tries to lighten the mood with something else. “You excited for your birthday, bug?”

“Ugh,” you shake your head in disgust, which Jonathan laughs at. He knows you’ve never really liked your birthday. “Don’t remind me.”

“It’s in a few days, so you gotta suck it up.” Jonathan flicks your forehead and you swat your hand at him. “Besides, I bet $5 that Steve has some grand proposal planned for your birthday this year. He’s spent the entire summer drooling over you.”

His words make you blush furiously. “He has not–”

“He definitely has,” Jonathan tries to flick you again but you dodge, giggling. “I’m surprised he hasn’t publicly declared your love for you yet. I think there’s a betting pool going around the party.”

You gasp. “You’re lying!”

“Nope. Lucas and Max both lost last week, they bet mid June. Now it’s only me, Nancy, Will, and Dustin in the running.”

“What about Mike and El?”

“Mike didn’t want to encourage you dating Steve and the party agreed it felt unfair to have El gamble seeing as how she’s, ya know, still getting used to being in society.”

Despite yourself, you laugh. The idea is so bizarre and lovely, knowing how invested everyone is in your alleged love life, and it makes the worry you’ve been feeling fade away. “Can I join the pool? If I actually lose my job, I’ll need the money.”

Jonathan scoffs at you. “That goes against every gambling rule–”

“Please? I could be poor soon!”

“No, it’s not going to happen–”

“But–”

A knock on the window cuts you off. The two of you look up at the sound and find Nancy standing outside, waving and smiling. You hurry over to let her in, happy as always to see her. She’s been spending more and more nights at Jonathan’s, always sneaking in through the window.

It’s disgusting, and you couldn’t be happier for them.

Jonathan helps the girl climb through the window and greets her with a kiss to the forehead. “Hey, Nance.”

She smiles up at him with a shine in her eyes, and you know it’s time to leave. It’s getting late, anyways. You start to gather your banner supplies as you greet Nancy yourself. “Welcome back, Wheeler.”

“Hello to you too, Henderson.”

You wink at the girl and quickly ruffle Jonathan’s hair. “I’m going home, bee. My mom wants me to help prep Dustin’s room and I wanna have his banner done by tomorrow.”

“Bike home safe, please.” He says with a stern finger pointed at you.

Rolling your eyes, you give a mocking salute to Nancy and Jonathan. “Use protection, kids. I’m too young to be an aunt.”

Nancy gasps while Jonathan practically trips over his own two feet at your words, and you laugh. You leave them alone to compose themselves, closing the door to Jonathan shouting, “That wasn’t funny!”

You’re still giggling to yourself when you walk into the living room and see Joyce and Will sprawled on the couch. Their movie has just finished, the credits are rolling as you stand next to the TV and wave goodbye to them.

“You leaving so soon?” Joyce asks, surprised to even see you leave Jonathan’s room in the first place.

“Yeah, gotta finish up Dustin’s welcome home banner,” you hold up your supplies. Then, through the house’s thin walls, you all hear Nancy’s soft giggle. At the sound, you lean in close to Joyce and Will and dramatically whisper, “Plus, between the three of us, company came, so…”

Will’s eyes widen. “Yuck!”

Joyce chuckles, remembering how in love she was at Jonathan’s age back then. “Would I be a bad parent if I told Nancy she could just use the front door?”

“I don’t think so, but it’s fun watching them think they’re getting away with it.” You steal a piece of candy from the bowl Will had been eating out of, and he holds it up higher so that you can grab more. “Thanks, little bee.”

“You think it’s fun teasing Nancy and Jonathan now, Y/N, but when you’re the one sneaking in through a boy’s window one day…” Joyce shrugs, a twinkle in her eye. “You’ll understand.”

Will looks up at you with his own evil glint in his eyes, and before you can stop him, he turns to his mom and says, “I wonder how high Steve Harrington’s window is.”

You pretend to attack Will and he giggles as he flees his seat and runs to the other side of the living room. “Will Byers I will spit in your cookies–”

Joyce covers her mouth and gasps. “Y/N, are you hiding a boyfriend from me?”

Quickly you stop chasing after Will, terrified of the idea of the woman thinking you’d hide anything from her. “What? No! I’m not dating Steve–”

“Yet!” Will exclaims from across the room, but his retaliation is followed by a shriek as you chase after the kid again.

“If you keep this up, I’m telling Steve to stop letting y’all sneak into the movies!” You threaten as you chase the boy around the room.

Joyce watches in amusement, she’s never been able to take her eyes off of you when you’re with her boys. Will dodges a grab and you stumble, giving him just enough time to hide behind his mom’s armchair.

He pokes his head out at your threat, his eyes now uncertain. “You wouldn’t really tell Steve that, right?”

Catching your breath, you collapse onto the couch and shake your head at him. “No, little bee. I wouldn’t.”

You’d never do that to Will. He’s been so keen on spending as much time as possible with the party this summer, spending each and every moment planning DnD campaigns and biking all over Hawkins to spend mere seconds together. Will has spent all summer trying as hard as possible to be a kid again because so much of his childhood was stolen by Upside Down.

Will slowly gets up from behind the armchair and sits next to you, relieved. “Okay, good. We wanna see a movie tomorrow night and I already promised everyone you’d get Steve to let us in. That would’ve sucked.”

You and Joyce laugh at the boy’s response, and it feels so good to have this moment with the two of them. You allow it to wash over you for a second, the Byers home has always had such a comforting effect on you, before getting up and gathering your things once more. “I really should go, though. My mom is waiting.”

Joyce and Will say goodbye and tell you to be safe on your way home, and it warms something within you. As you bike down their driveway home, you inhale the summer night’s air and wonder, days before you turn seventeen, how much longer you have left of just this: being a little kid going home after a long day.

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When you get home, Tews greets you with an angry meow.

The cat had been a Christmas gift for your mom from you and Dustin, seeing as how you accidentally killed Mews. Your mom had cried seeing the little kitten, and had cried even harder when your brother suggested the stupid name “Tews.”

But it stuck, and now Tews glares at you as you take your time feeding her.

In Dustin’s room you can hear your mom rustling around, frantically cleaning the place as if it currently isn’t the cleanest it’s ever been since the kid has been gone all month. After you feed Tews, you make your way over to your brother’s room to help with cleaning.

A few hours later, you’re laying in bed, exhausted from your long day. Dustin’s banner sits on your desk, right next to the phone that resides in the corner. Yawning, you glance at the clock, but when you see the time, you smile.

The phone rings.

“Right on time, honey.”

“Aren’t I always, angel?” Steve’s voice soothes your aching bones, his words like honey, the very thing you’ve come to associate with him.

Phone calls have become more and more common between you and Steve. You’re not sure when this tradition formed, but when you aren’t at Scoops and he isn’t at your house infiltrating your family, you’re on the phone with one another.

Hearing Steve’s voice puts you at ease, and it wasn’t long before you started calling each other before bed every night.

“How was your day?” You ask him, spinning the phone’s cable around your finger as you lay in bed.

Steve lets out a dramatic groan. “I swear, after you left today, Robin intentionally amped up her taunts. It’s like you’re her buffer or something. The second you leave,” you hear him snap his fingers, “she turns against me!”

“Robin would never do that.” Your voice is monotone as you say this, which only makes Steve groan dramatically once more. Robin would most definitely do that; you both know this.

“You two are the worst together.”

“Yeah, well,” you pull your blankets up to your chin and readjust into a comfier position. Your eyes feel heavy and Steve’s voice settles over your body. “Prepare for more pain tomorrow night. Will and the party have grand plans to sneak into yet another movie.”

Steve sighs. “Those kids are manipulating your power over me to get what they want.”

“You call it manipulation, I call it bonding.”

Another sigh escapes Steve. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“And yet you stay.” You tease.

“And yet I stay.”

You bite back a smile; you can almost perfectly envision Steve laying in his own bed, phone pressed to his ear with his hair messy and eyes half lidded as he talks to you. You wish, more than anything, that you could be there with him right now; instead, you fall asleep to the sound of Steve’s voice, slightly raspy from his own exhaustion.

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The next day you wake up to an empty house. Your mom has been spending her summer at Hawkins' pool, like all the moms in town now do, to admire Billy at his new job.

It grosses you out to no end, and when your mom comes home some days swearing that Billy winked at her, you have to swallow down the phantom pain of his fingers wrapping around your windpipe.

By the time you get to work, Downtown Hawkins, as always, is a ghost town.

It’s been this way ever since Starcourt opened, and as you park your bike and lock it up, you can’t help but be unnerved by how quiet everything is. It was only a few years ago that you had to scream at a crowd of onlookers when Jonathan and Joyce had had that fight when they had found Will’s body in the quarry.

Now, walking slowly towards the front doors of Bookstrordinary, all you hear is silence in the once lively area. There are posters scattered throughout the old town, but they’re worn from the sunlight and torn from the weather. It’s a depressing sight.

Mrs. Waters greets you kindly when you walk in. “Hello, dear.”

“Hi, Mrs. Waters.” You give her a quick peck on the cheek as you quickly swipe your card to clock in. The bookstore is empty. “Any new shipments today?”

The old woman shakes her head forelonly. “Afraid not. We still haven’t sold last month’s shipment.”

You duck your head down and curse. This is the second shipment you weren’t able to sell. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Waters.”

“Oh, don’t be!” She walks over to you, her wrist shakes as she uses her cane. She has aged so much these last few years. “I’ve owned this store for thirty years, dear. I’m just happy that I can give you and Alex a job before you kids go off to college. Besides, it’s given me something to do these last few years without my husband…”

The woman’s eyes glaze over, something that has started to happen more and more now, and you grab her arm gently and give her a little shake. “Hey, Mrs. Waters. You still with me?”

She blinks, looks around in a confused daze, before breaking into her old smile once more. “Of course I am! Now, sort some books while I ward off those debt collectors with this cane.”

Despite the gravity of the situation, you can’t help but laugh at Mrs. Waters as she waves her cane around madly and gives you a wink. She hobbles back to her office and leaves you alone with the books and the ghost of Downtown Hawkins.

Only two customers come in during your four hour shift, and by midday Mrs. Waters releases you so that she can give Alex a few hours of work as well. She’s trying her best to keep you both hired for as long as she can, so she splits your hours. What she doesn’t know is that Alex now has a job at Hawkins’ pool and only comes into work because he just can’t bear to quit, and neither can you.

You bike to the mall, sad and needing a pick me up. Jonathan’s teasing from last night echoes in your head. How could you possibly think about your birthday when your boss is slowly losing both her mind and her business?

At the mall, your feet unconsciously take you to Scoops as they always do. This has become your favorite part of your dreary days: going to Scoops after work. The smell of ice cream greets you as you walk into the shop.

Robin sees you first and waves excitedly from the register. “Y/N!”

“It’s me!” You run up to the counter and lean over it to squeeze the girl into a tight hug.

There’s a loud crash from the backroom and just as you’ve pulled away from Robin, Steve bursts through the doors and leaps over the counter to join in on the hug. “Thank God you’re here, Robin was about to make me clean the tables.”

You giggle while Robin scoffs, pulling away. “It’s your turn, dingus.”

Steve, still hugging you from behind, hums. He begins to rock you back and forth in his arms, which only makes you giggle more, while he pretends to think about what the girl has said. “Nope, don’t remember it being my turn.”

Robin gives you a pleading look to back her up, and you reluctantly slide your arms over Steve’s and release his grip. He groans in complaint at the loss of your touch, and you roll your eyes at him as you turn around to now face him. “C’mon, let’s go wipe the tables so dear Robin can man the register in peace.”

Steve groans even louder now as Robin cheers, and you snatch the rag from his pocket and begin to wipe down the tables. He follows eventually, moaning and groaning as he cleans next to you, and you hit your hip against his. “Hey, at least you’re getting paid for this.”

“I give you free ice cream!” He argues, pieces of his hair falling out of his adorably dorky sailor’s hat that he has to wear for this job. It’s incredibly endearing, and as he hunches over to scrub at a particularly dirty table, his thighs strain against his probably too short shorts and you can’t help but stare at them. As you admire this spectacular show, Steve catches you and flicks your nose. “Quit ogling me and get back to your free labor, angel.”

“I wasn’t ogling, I was simply admiring.”

Robin gags from behind the register. “I can hear you guys, you know!”

You and Steve both stick your tongues out at her before going back to work.

The hours pass by quickly after that. The midday rush of tweens and teens alike infiltrate Scoops, so Steve helps Robin fling ice cream while you get comfortable in your designated booth in the corner. You’ve hidden a supply of comics underneath one of the booth’s cushions and you spend your time catching up on the latest Spider-Man arc.

You’re so engrossed in what you’re reading that you don’t notice a body slide into the booth next to you until the person speaks.

“Spider-Man, huh? Heard he’s a pretty cool guy.”

Startled by the stranger’s voice, you almost drop your comic in alarm. When you see that it’s just Jason Carver sitting next to you, you place a hand to your chest and inhale quickly, trying to settle your rapid heartbeat. “Christ, you scared me.”

“Sorry!” He genuinely looks apologetic, so you wearily set down your comic and straighten up.

You’ve never spoken to Jason before, even though you’ve been in the same classes ever since eighth grade. He’s always ran with the popular crowd, being a jock and all, and you’ve always ran with Jonathan. However, despite being on the basketball team, Jason has never been mean to either of you, so you figure it’s safe to offer him your attention.

“Can I ask why you’re here?” You cock your head at him, feeling your hair fall over your shoulders.

Jason smiles at you, in a sort of cute and charming way. “Stopped by to get my little sister some ice cream,” he points to a little girl next to him, who waves at you, and you wave back. “Then I saw you sitting here all alone reading one of my favorite comics, so I figured it wouldn’t hurt to say hi to such a pretty girl.”

You blush at his bold words. You’ve never received such attention from anyone before, at least not anyone normal thanks to Billy, and you’re not really sure why Jason seems to be paying attention to you now. He’s had years to do this.

Jason sees your sudden shyness and chuckles. He stands up and offers you his hand. “Why don’t I buy you some ice cream, maybe you could help me show my sister around the mall–” Steve’s shoulder collides roughly into the teen’s, causing him to stumble into his sister’s ice cream cone and get chocolate ice cream all over the front of his pants. Jason looks up at Steve and balls his fists in anger. “What the fuck, Harrington?”

You quickly cover the little girl’s ears, though she giggles.

Steve shrugs as he looks at Jason. “Sorry, man. Didn’t see you there.” Then, he turns to you, and offers his own hand. “Anyways, I think it’s time for your daily free ice cream, angel.”

Jason’s eyes narrow as you accept Steve’s hand and spare him an apologetic glance. Before you leave, you dig some cash out of your overalls and hand them to him. “For your sister’s new ice cream cone.”

He sighs and accepts the money. Jason knows that Steve is still holding your hand as he stands behind you, but he has nothing else to lose at this point. He takes a deep breath and shakes his head. “I didn’t stand a chance, did I?”

Steve twirls you with your interlocked hands, causing you to giggle, and guides you to the ice cream counter. As he leaves, shouts behind him, “Not at all, buddy!”

You know you should feel bad, but Steve twirls you again and all you can do is giggle breathlessly as Jason Carver walks out of Scoops with his sister in tow.

–

Later that night the mall is busier than ever, and as you’re gossiping with Robin about Steve ruining Jason’s pants, you’re interrupted by Mike’s grubby little hand repeatedly hitting the bell.

Seems it’s time for their movie.

You flick the kid’s head, which Lucas, Max, and Will snicker at. “Enough!”

“Ow, Y/N!”

“Thanks,” Robin sends you an appreciative smile before she calls towards the backroom, “Dingus, your children are here!”

Within seconds, Steve opens the sliding windows and sighs when he sees Mike and the party. “Again? Seriously?”

“I warned you.” You say, shrugging at his annoyance. “Let the kids have some fun.”

Mike rings the bell again. “Do what Y/N says.”

Steve sighs in defeat and motions for the kids to follow him behind the counter. “Fine, but only because I’m nice, not because Y/N said so.”

“Right.” Everyone says, not at all believing him, which Steve chooses to ignore.

You all follow him through the back entrance of the mall. Checking to make sure the coast is clear, Steve waves the kids inside. “I swear, if anybody hears about this–”

“We’re dead.” The kids all respond, voices monotone with annoyance after hearing this threat a million times.

However, before they all leave, Will gently tugs at your hand to get your attention. “Are you coming with?”

You want to say yes, but then you catch Steve’s eyes and he silently pleads with you to stay, and you know you can’t tell him no. Squeezing Will’s hand, you shake your head. “Sorry, little bee. I promise I will next time, though.”

Mike scoffs in disgust, disappointed in you. Your relationship with Steve has always confused him, and you’ve only gotten closer to the teen since Dustin left for camp. He pities what the boy will think when he comes back to his sister all lovey-dovey with an idiot like Steve Harrington.

Once the kids leave, you go back into Scoops with Steve and settle into your booth once more. Grabbing your comic, you flip to where you left off before looking up at the teen and saying, “you have me for another hour. I can’t be out late tonight, Dustin comes home tomorrow and I promised Mike I’d be up at like seven to let everyone in.”

Steve salutes you and hops back behind his counter to help Robin with some customers. You smile at his antics and go back to reading. A few minutes pass, Spider-Man has just kissed MJ, before the lights above you start to flicker and then go out completely.

Everyone in the mall gasps and murmurs in a slight panic as they’re thrown into darkness. The hair on your arms stands up; you no longer trust lights that flicker. Robin catches your eye and gives you an odd look when she sees the fear on your face.

“Scared of the dark, Y/N?” She teases, not understanding what you really fear: what lies below Hawkins.

“That’s weird,” Steve mumbles to himself as he goes over to the light switch. He starts to flip the switch repeatedly, and you roll your eyes at him. He’s an idiot sometimes.

“That isn’t gonna work, dingus.” Robin says, looking over at you once more as if to silently ask, why are you attracted to him?

You shake your head at her as Steve continues to flip the switch, now only quickening his movements. He stares Robin down as if to challenge her. “Oh, really?”

Nothing happens, because contrary to what Steve may believe, he can’t fix what is likely (and what you hope) is simply a blackout from the summer heat. He flicks the lightswitch a few more times before the generators kick back on and Scoops Ahoy is once again lit up.

Steve raises his eyebrows at Robin and smirks at her, pleased. “See? Let there be light.”

You drop your head to the table, now also questioning why you’re attracted to the guy.

However, when it’s time to head home and Steve walks with you to your bike outside, he kisses your cheek and wishes you a good night; you know that this is the reason you’ve fallen for him: his kindness. With his kiss lingering on your cheek, you bike home.

–

When Steve gets back from saying goodbye to you, he’s met with a nosey Robin.

She stands against the counter with her arms crossed. There aren’t any more customers in the shop, they closed about ten minutes ago, and Steve was really looking forward to driving home and taking off his stupid uniform.

Robin, however, clearly has other plans.

“What did I do now?” He asks her, not daring to take any step closer.

“Why haven’t you asked Y/N out yet?” Steve’s eyes widen at the question and Robin knows she’s got him cornered. “I’ve spent hours with you guys, and it’s driving me insane that you haven’t manned up!”

“‘Manned up’?” Steve sputters out, completely offended.

Robin throws her arms out in front of her. “Yes! I mean, it’s so obvious that you’re in love with her and that she’s in love with you. Just… Just get it over with!”

Blushing, Steve slumps against the wall and closes his eyes. As much as it pains him to admit it, he knows that Robin is right. “It’s… complicated.”

“Well, go on.” The girl now hops on the counter and sits on it. “Explain it to me, then.”

“Y/N used to be in love with…” Steve stops, unsure if you’d want him to be telling Robin this. “Someone.”

She rolls her eyes. “Everyone knows she was in love with that Byers kid.”

“Right.” He clears his throat, uncomfortable with the reminder that at one point, everyone in Hawkins truly believed you were destined for Jonathan. “Well as I’m sure you know… He got with Nancy, who–uh, I had been with.”

“Okay, so what?”

“I–” Steve isn’t sure what Robin doesn’t understand. “I needed… time?”

Robin frowns. “After Nancy dumped you?”

“Technically I dumped her–”

“What does this have to do with Y/N?” Robin presses.

Steve groans and rubs at his eyes. He’s tired and wants to go home to call you and go to bed with your soft voice in his head. “Y/N understood that the breakup with Nancy hurt, and–well. She told me she’d wait for me. I guess. While I figured my shit out.”

Robin thinks this over for a minute. “Okay, I think I can understand that, but–wait, when did this all happen again?”

“... December.” He closes his eyes, bracing himself for the girl’s inevitable anger.

“Harrington!”

There it is.

“I know, okay?” Steve tugs at his hair in frustration. “I’m over Nancy, I’ve been over her since at least April, but… But what–what if Y/N has lost interest in me now? What if–maybe I made her wait too long, or–or what if she thinks she’s just Nancy’s replacement?”

Steve is rambling now, months of his anxious and insecure thoughts now spilling out. “I mean, it’d kill me if–if I ever made her feel second to anyone! She’s… She’s incredible and–God, I don’t even know why she likes me and I’ve spent this entire summer trying to–I don’t know… Figure out how to confess my feelings to her in a way that matters, ya know? Like, a grand proposal to show her that I’m crazy about her.”

Robin is silent for several minutes after Steve’s frantic spiel, he’s panting by the time he’s done. Then, finally, she says, “Dude… You’re way overthinking this.”

Steve winces. “I mean, her birthday is in a few days. I can… I can ask her to be my girlfriend then. That’s romantic, right?”

“You’re hopeless.”

–

“Dusty comes home today!” Your mom’s shrill voice wakes you up as she prances around the house getting ready. You roll over in bed and stretch, tired but excited to see your brother again after a month of being apart.

You get out of bed and press a kiss to your mother’s cheek before telling her to drive safe. Glancing at the clock, you see that you have just enough time to shower before the party arrives. The entire thing had been Mike’s plan and you were more than happy to help arrange everything.

After you’ve gotten ready, you hear three swift knocks on your front door and you answer it. “Right on time, Wheeler.”

Mike salutes you as he and the others walk in. El gives you a hug and Max high fives you as the boys start setting up the robots. The six of you get started on the plan: place all the robots in Dustin’s room, all hidden in various corners, and then use El’s powers to control them and guide him to the living room so that you all can surprise him.

It’s a brilliant plan, one only a Wheeler could think of.

It takes you, Lucas, Mike, and Will to successfully hang up Dustin’s banner that took you all week to make. There’s cursing, yelling, a few trips, and multiple snickers from El and Max while the four of you struggle to hang the thing, but eventually you manage to secure the banner into place in the living room.

Just as you’ve finished hanging it up, you hear your mom’s car pull into the driveway and you quickly shove the kids into a closet. “Quick! That’s my mom’s car, hide!”

Lucas yelps and Max punches his shoulder to shut him up, but thankfully you manage to close the closet door just in time before Dustin walks in. You hide behind the couch, quiet so as not to be seen by him, and carefully listen for his footsteps to retreat down the hall and into his room.

Once he’s gone, you scramble towards the closet and open the door. “Okay, he’s in his room, time for step two.”

“Did we all really have to hide in the closet?” Will asks, rubbing at his shoulder that had been shoved into a hanger.

“Yes, now shush and hide behind the wall so he doesn’t see you.” You order, and the kids all listen. Once you’re all pressed against the wall, you nod at El. “Ready?”

“Ready.” She responds, closing her eyes. Static fills the air and you hear one of the robots turn on in Dustin’s room. Then the other one turns on, then the monkey, and soon all the toys have been activated by El’s powers.

Mike pokes his head around the corner. “Okay, now start leading the robots here.”

Blood slowly begins to drip from El’s nose and you feel bad that she’s doing this, but the kids all look excited, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little giddy yourself. The noise from the robots grows louder as El draws them out from the room and towards you guys.

You hear Dustin’s uncertain voice following behind them. “It’s just a dream… You’re dreaming.”

Then Mike whispers to El, “Now!”

The robots all die in the center of your living room and slowly everyone starts to creep out from behind the wall. Lucas is holding his own poster he made and you hand everyone party noisemakers. Dustin is investigating the robots and doesn’t hear you stalk up behind him. Max silently counts to three, and on her signal, you all blow your party noisemakers and surprise him.

Dustin screams and immediately holds up his Farrah Fawcett spray, blinding Lucas as he continuously sprays it. The poor boy screams as well and the rest of the kids back away, out of the line of fire. However, as soon as your momentary shock wears off, you manage to snatch the hairspray out of your brother’s hand and save Lucas.

“Why is Farrah Fawcett your weapon of choice?” You exclaim, shoving a still screaming Lucas towards your kitchen so that you flush the spray out of his eyes. Max joins, rubbing soothing circles into the boy’s back.

“Why would you scare me like that after the hell we went through this year?” Dustin shouts back at you, clutching at his chest.

Dustin’s words make you stop for a moment and think. Huh. He has a point. “Yeah, we should’ve thought about that, honestly.”

“A little help here?” Lucas brings the attention back to him and you apologize, helping him once more to flush his eyes out. As you and Max tend to him, Dustin tells the others to follow him to his room so he can show them what he built at camp.

Max splashes some more water in Lucas’ eyes. “Better?”

The boy stands up and wipes his face, though he’s careful not to touch his eyes. “Still stings.”

“I feel like I should call someone…” You mumble, Your first aid knowledge doesn’t include Farrah Fawcett in the eyes.

Lucas blinks a few times and looks around. He leans in closer to Max’s face and for a moment you’re scared he’ll kiss her, but instead he chooses to be an idiot. “Is that a new zit?”

You wince and Max’s eyes widen in disbelief. She looks at you and you both seem to come to the same agreement: grabbing the back of Lucas’ neck, the two of you shove his face back into the water. “What is wrong with you?”

Lucas screams again and you leave Max to deal with him, laughing to yourself as you go see whatever creation your brother has brought home. You love Lucas, you do, but you have no idea how Max puts up with his boyish antics.

Inside Dustin’s room, you find him and the others hunched over a collection of wires and metal pieces. You walk in and join them.

“I would like you to meet Cerebro.” Dustin presents his creation, but you honestly have no idea what it’s supposed to be.

You squint at it. “It’s… Pretty?”

“What exactly are we looking at here?” Mike asks, unimpressed.

“An unassembled, one-of-a-kind, battery powered radio tower!” Dustin explains with a proud smile on his face.

A beat of silence passes before Will carefully asks, “So… It’s a ham radio?”

Dustin’s excitement only grows. “The Cadillac of radios.”

“Still not understanding, buddy.” You now voice, usually always lost when it comes to the more AV stuff the party likes.

“This baby carries a crystal-clear connection over vast differences.” Your brother clarifies for you, and you nod along. “I’m talking North Pole to South. I can talk to my girlfriend whenever and wherever I choose.”

You, Mike, El, and Will all look at each other in shock at the word that has just left Dustin’s mouth. “Girlfriend?”

Your brother nods, looking all smug, and you immediately berate him with a million questions. “What’s her name, where is she from, how long have you been dating. Tell me everything, now!”

“Relax, dear sister. Her name is Suzie, and I’ll explain in a second. We can even talk to her if you guys help me set Cerebro up on Weathertop hill.”

You’re the first to start grabbing all the supplies, giddy and eager to hear more about your baby brother’s girlfriend. It’s almost too good to be true. Mike, Will, and El follow along and soon you’re all holding materials for Cerebro as you follow Dustin out of the house.

As you all leave, Mike starts asking questions again. “Wait, so her name is Suzie?”

Dustin nods. “Suzie, with a ‘z’. She’s from Utah.”

“People from Utah actually exist?” You ask, which the others laugh at.

“Girls go to science camp?” Will asks.

You give him a stern look. “Anyone can go to science camp, Will.”

“What Y/N said,” Dustin continues explaining his girlfriend. “And Suzie does, she’s a genius.”

“Is she cute?” Mike can’t believe what he’s hearing.

“Think Phoebe Cates, only better.”

You re-adjust one of the poles for Cerebro in your arms. “Can we focus on her being smart instead? I think she sounds lovely.”

From the kitchen, Max sees the four of you open the front door as she helps Lucas with his eyes. “What’s going on?”

“We’re going to talk to Dustin’s girlfriend.” Will informs them.

Lucas whips his head up from the sink as he and Max exclaim, “Girlfriend?”

“I know, right?” You say, motioning them to follow.

–

“Alrighty, one scoop of chocolate. That’s a buck twenty-five.” Steve hands the ice cream cone to the girl he’s currently serving. She’s pretty enough, and when he notices her Purdue shirt, he can’t help but say something about it. “Ooh, Purdue! Fancy.”

The girl smiles and hands Steve her change. “Yeah, I’m excited.”

“Yeah, you know… I–I considered it. Purdue.” He types the code into the register and places the change inside. “But then I was like, you know what? I really think I need some real life experience, you know, before I hit college. See what it’s like.”

The girl and the friend she’s with exchange weird glances, and Steve knows he’s rambling like an idiot. “Uh, what I mean is… You’re girls, right? How would the two of you like to be asked out by a guy?”

“I’m sorry?” Purdue girl asks, looking at her friend, creeped out.

The cash register begins to beep at him and Steve hits it a few times to shut it up. “Sorry, uh… Anyways, say you’ve seen this guy every day for like, months, and feelings are shared, you know, as they are. Then time passes and the guy never makes the move because he’s, well, he’s an idiot–”

“Yeah, totally.” Purdue girl interrupts him and her friend giggles.

“Exactly, so… This was, like, so fun. This little chat. Anyways, what do you think? How would you want the guy to ask you out?” Steve puts on his most charming smile, hoping that the girls will say that maybe he isn’t crazy for waiting so long to ask you out. As he hands them their change, he drops part of it. “Oh, sorry about that. Uh…”

“Yeah, we wouldn’t wanna be asked out.” Purdue girl says as her friend snorts.

“Sure, but I mean, it’s complicated, you know? And–”

Purdue girl interrupts him once more. “No, I’m sorry, but it sounds like you missed your chance and you’re like, really weird.”

“But the guy isn’t me!” Steve shouts as the two girls leave, only embarrassing himself even more. He sighs, closes his eyes, and wonders how he got here.

“And another one bites the dust.” Robin announces from behind him. He turns around and watches as she marks another tally underneath the you suck column of her whiteboard. Next to it is the column you rule, which currently has zero marks. “You are oh-for-six, Popeye.”

Steve crosses his arms. “Yeah, I can count.”

“You know that means you suck and that Y/N isn’t the problem here, you are, right?”

“Yup, I can read, too.” Steve swallows down his annoyance, he knows he’s only done this to himself.

“Since when?”

“It’s this stupid hat,” Steve complains, as if this is the only appropriate answer. “I’m telling you, it’s making everyone think I’m some pathetic guy who can’t ask a girl out.”

Robin leans against the window. “Yeah, company policy is the reason that you’re an idiot for not asking out Y/N.” She thinks for a moment and tries to offer the teen some advice. “Ya know, it’s a crazy idea, but have you considered telling the truth?”

“What? That I’m hopelessly in love with her? Sure, I’m such a catch who couldn’t even get into Tech and whose douchebag dad is trying to teach a lesson, now making three bucks an hour with no future.” Steve laughs at himself. “A catch who, by the way, could’ve been hers back in December had he not been a complete moron? What a great truth.”

Robin frowns, now feeling bad for making him feel this way. While she doesn’t understand everything, she gets that Steve has had a difficult few months. Taking pity on him, she points out some girls approaching and tries to lighten his mood. “Hey, twelve o’clock! Maybe they’ll see your side of things.”

Steve turns around and sees the girls as well. “Shit, okay. Okay, I can do this! I’m going in.” He quickly snatches the sailor hat from his head and tosses it to Robin. “Screw company policy, I’m getting advice about Y/N one way or another.”

For a second, Robin has hope for him, but then he opens his Scoops Ahoy greeting way too loud and then immediately starts to ramble about you, and she sighs in defeat and marks another tally underneath the you suck column.

–

Hiking up a giant, grassy hill in ninety degree heat while hauling heavy equipment for a giant radio that your brother built to talk to his alleged long distance girlfriend definitely wasn’t what you had in mind today. In fact, you mourn the fact that you aren’t working today.

You’re only here to hear about Dustin’s girlfriend, honestly.

“Aren’t we high enough?” Lucas pants, voicing what everyone else is thinking.

Dustin shakes his head. “Cerebro works best at a hundred meters.”

“You know, I’m pretty sure people in Utah have telephones.” Max quips.

You wipe sweat from your brow and cringe, you feel disgusting. “Max, you’ve always been so wise.”

“Suzie’s Mormon.” Says Dustin, and you almost trip over a rock.

“You’re dating a Mormon?”

Lucas talks over you. “Oh, shit. She doesn’t have electricity?”

“Oh, that’s the Amish.” Max corrects him, and you get flashbacks to when you had to correct Steve about Nazis and Germans.

Will frowns at you. “What are Mormons?”

“Scary people–”

Dustin interrupts you. “Super religious white people. They have electricity and cars and stuff, but… Since I’m not Mormon, her parents would never approve.”

“Please don’t become Mormon,” you beg, dripping even more sweat. “I need someone sane in our family.”

“I won’t,” Dustin reassures you, though he has a far off look in his eyes. “But it’s all a bit Shakespearean, don’t you think?”

“Shakespearean?” Max laughs and you also can’t help but giggle.

Dustin doesn’t let your teasing deter him from reminiscing, though. “Yeah, like Romeo and Juliet.”

“They both die, Dustin.” It’s important to you that he knows this.

“But they were also star crossed lovers.”

“Who killed themselves.”

Below, Mike shouts to the rest of you, “Hey, guys!”

You all turn and you frown when you see just how far he and El are, both of them empty handed and dry as a daisy in the summer heat. When Mike sees that he has all of your attention, he taps at his watch. “This is fun and all, but, uh…”

“I have to go home.” El announces, her arm intertwined through Mike’s.

Dustin points towards the top of the hill no less than a few yards away. “We’re almost there.”

“Sorry, man. Curfew.” Mike shrugs, he isn’t really sorry and you all know it. He then grabs El’s hand and they descend down the hill, giggling and enamored with one another.

With a gleeful laugh, El says goodbye. “Good luck!”

Dustin looks down at his watch. “Curfew at four?”

You’re startled by the time, having assumed it was at least closer to six. Hopper may be an overprotective grump of a man, but not even he is crazy enough to enact a curfew for El at four in the afternoon. “That… Doesn’t sound real.”

“They’re lying.” Lucas explains, frustrated.

“It’s been like this all summer.” Will says bitterly, something that you take note of.

Max nudges you with her shoulder. “I think it’s romantic.”

“It’s gross!” Will voices again.

You bite your lip. “I don’t know, it’s your guys’ last summer before high school and…”

“It’s bullshit.” Dustin finishes for you, hurt in his voice. “I just got home.”

You flick him. “Language! But… I agree.”

Dustin watches with annoyance as Mike and El walk down the hill hand in hand. While he’s incredibly hurt that they’ve ditched him after being gone for a month, he remembers what Steve has taught him. People can suck, but there’s nothing he can do about it. “Well, their loss, right? Onwards and upwards, Suzie awaits!”

Max and Lucas groan at the idea of continuing the hike while you admire your brother’s perseverance. You’re proud of him for not letting Mike and El ruin his plans with the others. He’s excited to be home, and you’re more than happy to go along with whatever schemes he has planned.

You’re about to follow the others up the hill when you realize that Will hasn’t joined. You turn around and see that he has his hand around the back of his neck as he stands there, frozen. Then, he turns and faces Hawkins, stumbling back a bit as he does so, and you watch with a frown on your face.

“Hey, little bee, are you okay?” You gently place a hand on his shoulder, which seems to break him of whatever spell he’d been under.

“I’m fine,” he lies, and you don’t at all believe him. Will looks uneasy, as if he’s just seen a ghost. A part of you begins to worry, but you don’t push him. For all you know, it could be about Mike and his growing distance from the others.

“Well, c’mon, then.” You grab Will’s hand and together you ascend the rest of the hill.

At the top, Dustin drops his bag and sighs. “Made it!”

“Yeah, only took five hours,” Max pants out, stumbling the final few steps up the hill.

You collapse onto the ground and fight to catch your breath. “I run almost every morning. I think I lost a lung back there.”

“Why couldn’t we just play DnD?” Will collapses next to you.

Lucas grabs the flask of water, and as you struggle to get air into your lungs, you watch as he chugs the remaining water without a care in the world. Max watches as well, annoyed, and once again you pity Lucas. He’s such a boy.

Building the radio takes longer than expected. After your short five minute break, Dustin puts you all to work. There’s a million pieces to the thing and your fingers ache from screwing bolts into slots and extending poles. The sun has begun to set when you finally push the giant radio into an upright position. It’s easily fifteen feet high, and it’s an impressive sight that you can’t deny.

“Not bad, Dustin.” You admit, walking around Cerebro in awe.

“Ready to meet my love?” He asks everyone, and you all sit down next to him and eagerly await. Dustin switches the radio on. “Suzie, this is Dustin. Do you copy? Over.”

No one answers. All you hear is radio feedback.

Dustin scratches his nose nervously. “One sec. She’s probably… She’s still there.” Again, no one answers, and he ducks his head down in embarrassment. “Suzie… This is Dustin, do you copy? Over.”

More radio static follows in the absence of Suzie’s response.

You wince, despite trying to appear supportive. You can’t help it, this is embarrassing for your brother. While you don’t doubt that he has a girlfriend, you admit that this doesn’t look good for him. A long distance girlfriend who is hot and smart and magically needs a radio to communicate with? Unlikely.

“I’m sure she’s there,” Dustin tries to explain to you guys, now even more embarrassed. “It’s dinner time, and she’s busy…”

“Yeah, sure.” Lucas tries to be supportive and play along, which you appreciate him immensely for. Max nods as well, but Will just stands there silent.

“Maybe try again?” You encourage, trying to be nice.

Dustin nods and tries once more to contact Suzie, and it goes on like this for a while. He radios, no one answers, and eventually you and everyone else lay down in the grass as you wait for nothing.

Almost an hour passes and the crickets begin to chirp as the sun goes down and the moon comes up. Dustin is still trying to reach Suzie, but Max finally has enough. “Dustin, come on! She’s not there.”

“She’s there, alright? She’ll pick up.”

“Dustin…” You sigh, unsure how to tell him that you also want to leave. You had plans with Steve tonight, he invited you over to watch a movie and you should’ve left ten minutes ago.

Will lifts his head up from the grass. “Maybe Cerebro doesn’t work.”

“Or maybe Suzie doesn’t exist.” Lucas argues.

Dustin gasps. “She exists!”

“She’s a genius and she’s hotter than Phoebe Cates? No girl is that perfect.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose at Lucas’ words and wait for Max’s inevitable offense. He truly, deeply, is such a boy. As predicted, Max sits up and looks down at him with annoyance. “Is that so?”

Lucas shuffles up in panic, now realizing too late what he’s said. “I mean–you’re perfect! I mean, like, perfect–in your own way, in your own, uh, special way!”

“Lucas,” you hit his shoulder. “Stop talking, dude.”

Max laughs, pleased with herself. “Relax, I was teasing. I’m obviously perfect and Dustin is obviously lying.”

“Okay, no,” you now sit up. “He isn’t lying, it’s just a very unfortunate circumstance.”

Max doesn’t listen and instead offers Lucas her hand to help him up so that they can leave. “Come on, Don Juan.”

“Where are you going?” Dustin follows, not understanding yet what’s happening.

“Home,” Max huffs, before remembering that you’re there, too. “Bye, Y/N!”

“Bye,” you wave at them weakly, knowing that this will only upset your brother further as she and Lucas slowly head home.

Dustin stands next to you now. “Well, guess it’s just us and Byers, Y/N,”

Will now stands up and awkwardly avoids your brother’s gaze. “Um… It’s late. Sorry. Maybe tomorrow we can play DnD, or something fun, like we used to?”

Dustin clenches his jaw. You know he’s close to tears, and it breaks your heart to watch. You stand up and rest your arm around him as he responds to Will. “Yeah, sure.”

“Welcome home,” Will says sadly before he starts to walk down the hill as well.

You anxiously watch as he leaves. “Be careful, please!”

“I will!” He reassures you, knowing that you’re still terrified of losing him again.

As you watch Will, Dustin whispers to himself, “Yeah, welcome home.”

His words break your heart even more. Forgetting about your anxiety over Will, you wrap both arms around your brother and hug him. He had been so excited earlier to be home and see all his friends after a month of being away. You understand that the kids are all growing up, but you had always hoped that they’d grow together, not apart.

“You still have all of July and August,” you try to comfort Dustin, desperately hoping that you aren’t lying to both him and yourself. “I’m sure they’ll come around.”

Suddenly the radio attached to Cerebro switches on and Dustin pushes you off of him so that he can get to the radio in time. He stumbles over his feet and trips, and you watch with amusement and curiosity.

He manages to finally untangle himself from the radio and answers. “Suzie, Suzie, is that you?”

You sit down next to Dustin and lean in close to the radio, excited to finally meet your brother’s girlfriend. Instead, you hear what sounds like a foreign language. It’s distinct, slightly muffled, but you know what it is. “Is that…”

“Russian.” Dustin whispers.

Everything changes, then.

–

You force Dustin to go home immediately. He wants to stay, see if he can find any more hidden messages, but you refuse. He’s elated, talking a mile a minute as you bike home, theorizing every possible answer as to why you heard Russian in Hawkins, Indiana.

“Dustin!” You yell at him, terrified that someone could be listening. “Not here, okay?”

He deflates, but pedals home alongside you.

You’re terrified as you bike home, a million thoughts are running through your head. You don’t at all like what any of this could mean; you’ve had enough sketchy government facilities and secret government agencies to last you a fucking lifetime.

When you get home, you order Dustin to go to bed.

“But Y/N, we’ve got to tell someone about this–”

“Tomorrow, okay? Just, please, Dustin.” You’re exhausted and confused and overwhelmed.

Your brother senses that you’re at your limit and reluctantly backs down. “Fine, but can we at least tell Steve tomorrow?”

Hearing Steve’s name puts something at ease within you. Tomorrow, you’ll go to Scoops with Dustin and ask Steve what he thinks about all of this. Comforted by the fact that you now have a plan forming, you begin to calm down. “I promise we’ll tell him tomorrow, okay?”

Dustin nods and heads to his room, wishing you a good night. When you hear his door click shut, you slowly head to your own room. You’re terrified, and there’s only one thing you want to do to lessen the fear that scratches at your throat. After crawling into bed, you call Steve.

He answers immediately. “Y/N? Is everything okay?”

“I’m fine,” you breathe out, his voice like an exhale of a summer’s day. “I… I’m sorry I missed our movie night.”

Steve laughs softly. “Angel, I’m just happy you’re okay. I was getting worried there.”

You close your eyes. “It’s been a weird day.”

“Did something happen?” Steve senses that there’s something you aren’t telling him, which worries him.

“Dustin… He may have found something, but I just–I don’t want to talk about it just yet. I… I don’t want to jinx it,” you squeeze your eyes tight and will away the fear you feel. “I–I’m just, I’m so exhausted, you know?”

“Y/N, are you in danger–”

“No,” you dispel any fear that Steve may feel. “I promise I’m okay, I just really need to hear your voice right now, okay? Can you just talk to me, please?”

“Of course I can.” Steve agrees without any questions asked, and you love how he trusts you enough to do this.

Exhaling the remaining fear, you allow the warmth from Steve to hold you through the night. “Thank you, honey.”

“Anytime, angel. You know that.”

And you do.

Steve begins telling you a story from today, how he dropped an ice cream cone on a toddler and enraged the mom, and you fall asleep that night to the sound of his voice over the phone.

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hiii!! i saw your requests were open and i love your writing style so much so i thought id give an ask!!

could i please request a rafayel x reader smut where the reader is an author, hmo on this. i've seen so many fics of raf painting on the reader, the roles reversed with the reader writing the most poetic things about everything they love about him on his skin and teasing him with the pen? yeah. can we tell this has been on my mind for awhile?

please don't feel pressured to do this either!! i hope you're taking care of yourself, please don't forget to drink some water

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Hello 💐anon I absolutely adore this ask! I think it plays well with the switch x switch dynamic I have for Raf and MC! And i will take care of myself anon, I need to make sure I'm in tip top shape to keep writing! I took a big chug of water before I wrote this just for you 😉🤗

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Warnings: suggestive content, grinding, teasing, dry humping (if you squint)

“Hold still! You’re so wiggly.”

You press your hand onto his chest as the other picks up the marker. Underneath you Rafayel is laying on his back trying every so often to see what you’re doing. He huffs and settles back down onto the mattress. With a steady hand you begin writing, using him as a canvas for your next love poem.

“I hope this one makes it into your next book. Otherwise I’ll be pretty salty.”

You lightly tap his thigh and lean into his ear. You hear his breath quicken as you press yourself onto him.

“Shut the fuck up or you’ll ruin the whole thing.”

You plant a kiss right on his jaw before pulling away completely. You press the marker into his skin once again and begin writing. You silently send a thank you to Lemuria for sending you a man with so much space to write. Your focus is so strongly planted within each word you write that you are oblivious to the man underneath you. As you rock back and forth on him trying to find a good angle to write, the man beneath you is slowly loosing his composure. Your hands graze his nipples as you continue to write down his chest. Sitting on top of him in his shirt and not much else has his mind wandering. His breath is shallow as he fights the urge to grind back into you. He keeps deathly still but he cannot focus on your words, instead he prays that you don't feel how hard he's getting. You on the other hand can barely focus on the words you're writing realizing how intimate this actually is. You took for granted how much he likes to paint on you, this is actually nerve wracking. All you want to go is kiss him but no you must stay focused, you're almost done. You wanted so badly to say fuck it and rut into him further. Surely there is a wet spot on his pants by now from how turned on you are. Both of you now are locked in a fierce battle of will power as your hand lingers dangerously close to the waistband of his pants.

"I'm almost done I promise."

You bite your lip as you put the finishing touches on your work. You plant a kiss on his chest for good keeping and pull back to give your handiwork another glance.

"Don't you dare move, let me get a picture."

You reach for your phone on the table next to the bed. His cheeks are flushed pink as his eyes trail your every move. Once you settle back in your spot do you realize how much he wants you. You give him an experimental grind pretending to get the perfect angle for your photo, feeling your own arousal throbbing for attention. You snapped a few more pictures than needed, wanting to tease him later for his facial expressions. You purposefully lean back over him to put your phone away, letting your chest sit right in front of his face. Once you settle down again you lean down and capture his lips into a desperate kiss. You both moan into the kiss and he grips your hips and grinds his hard on deep into you. Your underwear is ruined as you slip your tongue into his mouth. Your work is long forgotten as his hands slide up your body to press you closer to him. You pull away from the kiss for air and look down at him.

"My turn."

He uses his grip on your hips to flip you underneath him and pull you into another searing kiss, starting round two.