#pls let us keep the boop

[kachou-fuugetsu]

me hand delivering boop notifications to everyone i come across

[cxffee-cake]

Petition to keep the boop on Tumblr. This is the best thing ever

[stevie-petey]

episode seven: the bite

“Yeah, we ended up trapped in their secret base underneath Hawkins.” Dustin further explains, to which everyone’s eyes widen at.  “It was fun. Spent my birthday in mortal danger.” At the same time the kids all wish you a belated birthday, which you salute them for. “Thanks, guys. I’m just happy I wasn’t gravely injured this time.” “And that Steve finally kissed you.” Dustin unhelpfully adds before Steve is covering his mouth to shut him up. His face reddens, embarrassed and nervous. Jonathan is standing too close to him for comfort right now.

Summary: steve and robin are your nightmare blunt rotation, you manage to escape a russian lair: mario cart style, you learn that therapy sessions are fun in public bathrooms, steve places your brother on the russian fbi most wanted list, el probably just killed a bunch of people (deserved), and reunions with jonathan are always special when one of you is gravely injured

Rating: general, cursing

Warnings: fem!reader, use of y/n, mentions of blood, graphic depictions of blood and gore, cursing

Words: 10.1k

Before you swing in: HI IM ALIVE !!! my laptop isnt ,,,, but im trying to ignore that. sincerely apologize for the wait. my laptop shits down randomly every ten minutes and my new one is backordered so ive been fighting demons to write this. i also had a hard time with the bathroom scene with robin. i wanted to get that scene just right. it took a lot of rewriting, but i think im happy with how it ended up <3 pls enjoy this child of mine. she cost me blood, sweat, and tears lmao

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“Boop!” Steve’s finger pokes your nose and he lets out a delirious giggle. “I booped you!”

At first it was adorable, endearing even, when he booped your nose. However, he’s done this five times now in the last minute alone. That, and you’ve been trying to give Dustin directions back to the elevator while dodging Steve’s surprisingly aggressive nose boops. All while the threat of armed Russians running after the cart looms over you. “Turn left here–would you stop it?”

“Wanna boop that pretty little nose,” Steve’s glossy eyes struggle to find yours, his motor skills delayed and concerning. His left eye has all but swollen shut and you’re still not sure if his unusual behavior is due to head trauma or something else. “C’mere, angel.”

He tries to boop you again, and before you can dodge the attack, Robin’s hand grabs his finger and she lets out a pathetic scoff. “You’re hogging the boops, dingus!”

“Nuh uh!”

“Yeah huh!”

Steve’s arm reaches over you and he bats at Robin. They start to hit one another, though their movements are slow and weak. They giggle as they fight, and you’re stuck in the middle of it. You try to push them off of you, but the two teens are too busy pinching each other and cackling to pay you any attention. It’s miserable. 

Erica, from the passenger seat of the cart, turns and winces at your predicament. “What is wrong with them?”

“I don’t know!” Dustin keeps his eyes in front of him as he drives, though he’s equally as confused and unnerved. Secretly, he’s glad he’s the one driving. Otherwise he’d be in the middle of a Steve and Robin giggle sandwich like you are.

“Whose hand is that?” You twist around. There’s a foreign body part that’s currently resting on your ass. Steve snickers and Robin puffs out her cheeks and giggles, neither one of them confessing. You’re about to start kicking shins when the cart comes to a screeching halt. The force of it throws you and the two teens back with a painful thud. “Christ!”

“You guys alright back there?” 

Somehow you wind up with Steve’s elbow in your ribcage and Robin’s head smacking into yours. Hissing in pain, you throw the two off of you and glare at your brother. You seriously fear the day he gets his license. “I want to die.”

Dustin turns back around in his seat and gulps. Steve’s and Robin’s own groans of pain can be heard from behind him. “They’re fine.”

Sneakers squeak against the tile floor and the doors to the back of the cart fly open. You’re greeted with Erica and Dustin, eyes wide as they take in the scene before them. You’re squished underneath the teens. You try shoving them off of you again, but they’re dead weight on you. 

“Wanna kiss again, Y/N? I really liked it,” Steve smacks his lips as his head rests against your stomach. “Wanted to do that for so long.”

Your cheeks burn at his words and your stomach flutters. You haven’t forgotten about the kiss earlier. God, you haven’t. It leaves you breathless every time you remember how it felt to have him so close, to smell him and taste him. A part of you wants to ask how long he’s thought about kissing you, but you know that the back of a cart while fleeing from Russians isn’t the most appropriate setting. 

Robin squirms next to you, her head also somehow on your stomach, pinning you down. “Can I get a kiss too?”

“If either one of you kisses me right now, my knives will be the last things you see.” The two teens make despaired noises, which you groan at. Meanwhile, Dustin and Erica continue to stand at the end of the cart, unmoving. You clench your teeth. “A little help here?” 

Dustin mumbles a sheepish apology and yanks Steve’s arm while Erica yanks at Robin, freeing you. As soon as you’re able to, you jump out of the cart and start clapping your hands to speed everyone along. “We gotta go!”

“We’re trying, Y/N!” Erica groans, struggling to get Robin up from the ground. 

You start to help, though you nearly fall when Dustin throws Steve against you. A complaint lingers on your lips, but when you see that your brother is now at the elevator doors with a keycard in his hand, you swallow it down.

Steve, however, is full of complaints. “This sucks.”

You blow hair out of your face and don’t bother responding to him. Instead, you watch anxiously as your brother swipes the key card he must’ve stolen earlier. When the scanner’s light flashes green and opens the elevator door, you exhale with relief. At least something has gone right today. 

After practically throwing Steve and Robin into the elevator with Erica’s help, Dustin hits a button and closes the door. As soon as it shuts, the room starts to move. You brace yourself, now familiar with how fast the damn thing can go.

The elevator ascends at a nauseating speed and there’s a crash behind you. Turning around, you find Robin holding a dolly in place as Steve gets on. He holds his hands out and starts to cheer as his friend snickers. They look like goddamn toddlers at daycare.

“Hey, no!” You feel like a parent, yanking at Steve’s arm to get him down from the dangerous position. The elevator is moving too fast to be messing around on. “This isn’t playtime–”

“He looks like he’s surfing, Y/N!” Robin squeals with excitement, rolling the dolly to the left.

Steve’s body twists and he steadies himself with a laugh. “I’m surfing!”

“Stop fucking surfing!”

You fight with the teens. Steve refuses to get down and Robin keeps rolling the dolly away from you. As you yell at them, Dustin and Erica exchange concerned looks. You overhear the girl mention how they seem drunk, and you’re about to tell her that she might be right, when Robin pulls the dolly from underneath Steve and sends him crashing into the ground. 

“Wipeout!”

You’re checking Steve for injuries as soon as he lands. Dustin kneels next to you and feels his forehead and winces. “He’s burning up.” 

Not liking the sound of that, you check Steve’s pupils. The room’s lighting is dim, but it’s obvious that his brown eyes are almost entirely taken over by the blacks of his pupils. “Holy shit, they’re scarily dilated.” 

“Ow. Thought you liked my eyes,” Steve swats at your hands sadly. He whines, trying to get you to let go of him. “Said you liked brown.”

“I do like brown, but I also like when you don’t act like a three year old.” You soothe him before turning to Dustin. “Any idea what it could mean?”

“Maybe he’s drugged?” Erica suggests.

You frown. “Could explain why he keeps trying to–” Steve reaches up and boops Dustin’s nose. He giggles and your brother looks annoyed. Sighing, you finish what you had been trying to say. “Boop people. Why he keeps trying to boop people.”

“Your turn, angel!”

Dustin intercepts Steve’s finger, which you’re grateful for. He gently smacks the teen’s face to get his attention. “Steve, are you drugged?”

“How many times, dad?” His voice drips with sarcasm and he rolls his eyes. “I don’t do drugs. It’s only marijuana.”

“Since when do you smoke?” 

“Y/N, focus.” Dustin dodges another incoming boop and swats Steve’s hand away. “This isn’t funny, okay? We need to know what they did to you.”

“C’mon, honey.” Your fingers run through Steve’s hair. Parts of it have dried blood. Something more than a beating happened to him and Robin, you just don’t know what. If they’re really drugged, you have no way of knowing if they’ll be okay, and a part of you is terrified. “Work with us, please. What did they give you?”

“Are you gonna die on us?” Dustin asks, concerned as well.

“I’ll tell you!” Robin shouts from the corner she’s slouched in, eager to please you. She twirls her hair around her finger and gives you an unsettling smile. “We all die, my strange little child friend. It’s just a matter of how… and when.”

Neither you nor Dustin say anything for a few moments. Both of you blink, trying to process what exactly the teen has just said. Afraid to look away from her in case she tries to possess you or something, you slowly nod. “Okay, thank you for sharing, Robin.”

She flashes you a thumbs up and proudly smiles. “Happy to help!” 

“They’re gonna be looking for us up there,” your brother redirects the attention back to the fact that you’re all still very much in danger. He starts to interrogate Steve, trying to come up with a plan. “So I need you to tell me where you parked your car.”

“Oh, can we make a pit stop at the food court?” Steve’s eyes glaze over and you know you’ve lost him again. 

Robin leans forward and starts playing with your hair. “I would kill for a hot dog on a stick!”

You snap your fingers at the two of them. They’re impossible to level with, you’re not even sure why you’re still trying. “Guys, we need to focus.”

“No! No hot dog on a stick,” Steve suddenly lifts himself up and glares at Robin. “The guy at the counter said that Y/N she has pretty eyes. He’s an asshole.”

“You mean Dave? When the hell did he say that?”

Steve scoffs at you. “Last week. Ruined my whole day.”

“Fine! We’ll get you and Robin something else to eat.” Dustin says, which Robin cheers at, though he ignores her. “But only if you tell me where your car is parked.”

Suddenly Steve’s hazy eyes fill with remorse. “Uh-oh.”

“Uh-oh? I don’t like uh-oh, can we not uh-oh?” Dustin nudges you with his shoulder to shut you up and let Steve explain. You mumble an apology. “Okay, why the uh-oh?”

“They took the keys.” Steve shoves his hands into his pockets and reveals that there’s nothing in them. “The Russians, they took the keys. Like forever ago.” For some reason this is hilarious to Robin, who starts to laugh hysterically in the corner. He joins her, amused by the whole thing. “That’s a bummer, right?”

You drop your head in your hands as Dustin sighs. With no keys and no way out of the mall, you’re not sure what else you can do. The only other option would be the bus that takes commuters home, but it comes every few hours and you have no idea what time it even is right now. 

Which means you’d be left with having to hide a very drugged up Steve and Robin in a giant mall swarming with Russian undercover guards for an unforeseen amount of time.

Not ideal. 

“We’re doomed.” You sigh into your hands.

Dustin nods beside you. “Yeah. We’re doomed.”

– 

When the five of you finally reach the mall, you guide everyone through the back hallway and fling the doors open. Fresh air hits your face and you take a moment to inhale. It’s only then that you notice that it’s dark outside. The air is warm, crickets chirp faintly from far away. What day is it? How long could you have possibly been down in the lair? 

As you have a minor breakdown trying to get your bearings, Steve and Robin walk behind you. Their mouths are wide open as they greet the fresh air with glee. “Oh my God, that tastes so good! Steve, can you taste the air?”

They stick their tongues out and marvel at the world around them. “I taste it!”

You watch them with your arms crossed. If you had any suspicion before that they were drugged, seeing them try to eat the air only confirms it. 

“Shit!” Dustin screams out of nowhere and grabs your hand. He tugs at you to start running. You look up and see two Russians men now running straight towards you. 

“Come on!” You grab Erica’s hand and shove her in front of you to run alongside your brother. Then you grab Steve and Robin by their shoulders and all but throw them against the mall’s door. “Go!”

“Why are we running?” Steve mopes, tired from all the physical activity he’s been forced to endure these last few minutes. 

You don’t bother answering him and instead shove him inside the second Dustin gets the mall’s doors opened. Everyone runs, though you’re not sure if anyone has an actual plan. The guard’s footsteps can be heard behind you, and all you know is that you guys need to hide until you can figure something else out. 

“Any chance you guys know any hiding spots?” You shout behind you to the kids, nearly tripping over your feet as you do so.

“No, this mall is one giant public swamp.” Dustin responds, huffing. 

Steve stumbles next to you, still obviously drugged up, yet giggling as always. “It feels like we’re running from movie villains!” 

Turning a corner, what Steve has said floats through your mind. Running from movie villains… What are the odds the Russians know about American movie theaters? They’re dark and usually crowded with people for night showings. It could be the only safe place to hide. 

“Dustin, start heading towards the theater!” Erica and your brother start asking you questions, but you don’t have time to explain. “Just trust me.”

Somehow you all make it to the theater’s doors without being detected. Poking your head through, you make sure there isn’t anyone nearby. When you’re sure it’s safe, you open the door wider and motion for everyone to follow. “Let’s go.”

Dustin guides, dragging Robin behind him while Erica follows. You stay with Steve and start walking once the others have gone ahead. 

“Awesome, movie date!” Steve exclaims with a dopey smile. He’s about to say something else when his eyes find something. Completely forgetting that you’re holding his hand, he runs towards a nearby trash can. He pulls out a bag of popcorn that had been on top of the trash pile and quickly starts shoving the food into his mouth. 

“If you ever wanna kiss me again, stop eating trash popcorn.” You snatch the bag out of his hands with a disgusted face. “I cannot believe I have to tell you that.”

“But I’m hungry.” Steve pouts, staring down at his now empty hands with despair. 

You ignore his pathetic pouting and follow Dustin, who has now flung open the curtains to the theater’s seats. He scopes the area and starts heading right. When he stops at two open seats, he points his finger at Steve and Robin. “You two, sit.”

“But these seats are too close!” Robin complains, and Steve voices his own qualms about the seating arrangements. 

However, you have other things to worry about. Shoving the teens into their seats, you wipe away crumbs on the ground with your shoe. “I’ll sit on the floor next to them. No way I’m leaving them alone when they’re high off their asses.”

Dustin looks at you, skeptical. He doesn’t want to leave you alone with them, afraid they’ll somehow get you into trouble. “You sure?”

“Positive. I’ll take care of them.” you squeeze his arm. While you understand his concern, you can’t bring yourself to abandon Steve and Robin again. Not when Steve’s face still bleeds slightly and Robin’s cheek swells with a bruise. They got hurt because of you; the least you can do is stay with them now. “Find other seats, we’ll be fine here. Just… be careful, alright?”

A man behind you shushes you rudely, reminding you where you are. If the kids don’t leave now, they run the risk of drawing more attention. You push your brother back up the aisle of seats, and he seems to understand what you’re doing. “Fine, but whatever you guys do: Don’t. Go. Anywhere.” 

“Fine, dad.” Steve glares at the kid, which you sigh at. It’s going to be a long night. 

Dustin leaves after you’ve saluted him, and Erica follows. Once they’re gone, you do your best to keep Steve and Robin quiet. As you shush them, you look up and see Dustin standing near the exit. You tilt your head, hoping he sees your questioning, and thankfully he does. He holds his radio up and mimes making a phone call. 

He’s calling for help.

You nod at Dustin, indicating that you understand, and he leaves. After you’ve checked to make sure Erica is still in her own seat at the other end of the row, you turn back towards Steve and Robin; they’re enamored with the movie playing. They whisper to themselves, not understanding what’s happening, but at least they’re quiet and out of danger. Slowly, you start to relax. 

All you have to do is stay in this movie theater until Dustin can contact the party for help. Should be simple enough. Except you make the fatal mistake of absentmindedly mentioning that you’re thirsty. “God, I need water right now.”

“Water.” Robin exhales as if it’s a prayer. Her entire face twists into longing and she hits Steve’s shoulder. “Water. Now.”

“On it!” He nods earnestly and suddenly the two of them are scrambling out of their seats. You snap your fingers at them, hiss whispered threats, but they don’t listen. They climb over you as if you’re an inconvenient bug on the ground. 

Before you can even stand up, they’re already halfway up the aisle of seats. You barely have time to get up before they’ve left the theater itself. “I’m so over them being drugged.” You huff, running after them. There isn’t time to tell Erica where you’re going, too afraid you’ll lose them if you don’t hurry. 

Those fuckers better save you some water.

– 

Steve makes you hold the button on the water fountain because he “can’t do it himself”.

“Is my help really necessary?” You complain, arms crossed as you watch Steve messily gulp water down. His neck is bent at an awkward angle and for a brief moment you truly question whether or not you find him attractive. Water drips down his chin and his gulps are obscenely loud. 

“Yes,” Steve responds in between slurps. The cold water washes over him and he’s never felt closer to God than in this moment. “That’s amazing.”

Robin stands next to you, patiently waiting her turn. “So like, I wasn’t totally focused in there or anything, but I’m pretty sure that mom was trying to bang her son.”

“In the movie?” You hadn’t been paying much attention in the theater. Your view from the ground was shitty and you were too busy making sure the idiots didn’t somehow kill themselves. However, despite your lack of attention, you doubt that’s what the movie’s premise had been about. 

“Wait, the hot chick was Alex P. Keaton’s mom?” Your hip knocks against Steve’s, causing him to choke on the water he’d been drinking. Coughing, he clutches at his chest. “I could’ve died, Y/N!”

“Sorry,” you smile sympathetically at him, feigning pity. He lost the privilege of calling other women hot after getting you locked in a Russian elevator for twelve hours. “My hip slipped.”

“Aren’t you two going to question how the guy was able to go back in time?” Robin is still focused on the whole son being in love with his mom plotline. 

Steve inhales even more water. “Then why is it called Back to the Future?”

Robin begins explaining the complexities of the movie, but you tune her out. While you appreciate that she’s trying to make conversation, you’re uneasy about being out in the open like this. There’s no one around, but you can never be too careful. It’s only when she shoves Steve away from the water fountain that you focus again. 

“Wait, I was supposed to go after him–” Your protesting falls on deaf ears as Robin steals your turn for water. Reluctantly, you step away. She can hold her own damn water fountain button. 

You notice that Steve has wandered off a few feet away. He still stumbles as he walks, though his footsteps aren’t as unsteady as they were earlier. He stops in the middle of the walkway and you join him. 

“Wow,” he breathes out, looking up. He’s mesmerized by what he’s seeing. Curious, you look up as well, though you only see the skylights above. It’s night, no natural light flows through the panels. Yet Steve stands transfixed next to you. “The stars.”

“The stars?” You’re not sure what he means. You can’t see the stars from where you stand. Then again, you suppose he could be seeing things, given that he’s heavily drugged up. 

“The stars are pretty like you, angel.” Steve says, eyes still on the sky, yet his hand somehow finds yours. He intertwines your fingers together and is able to pull you closer, albeit weakly. “You’ve always been so beautiful… scared me when we were younger.”

Your breath catches and you look at him. He’s looking up, seemingly unaware of the effect his words have on you. An overwhelming warmth fills your chest. You want to say something, tell him you love him and that his beauty last July had terrified you. 

But you don’t say anything. Steve is still high, he wouldn’t remember what you’ve said, and you want your confessions to sit within his chest the way his sit in yours. Instead, you find yourself admiring him. You study the length of his neck. The mole that rests just below his jaw and the others that litter his pretty face. His nose, the dip of his chin. The hair tucked behind his ears. His eyes.  

Steve Harrington is beautiful. Scars and all. 

Then he starts to gag and quickly the moment is ruined. 

“Oh, God.” You quickly grab his shoulders and frantically look for the nearest bathroom. In your haste, Robin reacts to Steve’s sudden sickness by gagging as well, and you’re very afraid of what’s about to unfold. “Okay, bathroom time! For the love of God, we need to find a bathroom.”

They’re useless as you twist and turn them around as you search for a bathroom. When you see a nearby sign, you drag them behind you and pray that they make it the next fifteen feet. As soon as you barrel through the bathroom door, Steve and Robin run out from behind you and just barely make it to the toilets before spilling their guts. 

You stand near the doorway, cringing. It’s not a pretty sight. 

They puke, spit out the excess, and flush the toilet to clear it before the next round of vomiting begins. Then they do it all over again. It goes on like this for a while, and all you can do is linger in the doorway and offer halfhearted comfort from across the room. You’ve never really gotten over your slight fear of vomit, if you’re being honest. 

Eventually Steve and Robin seem to throw everything up. When they’ve flushed the last of their sickness down, you hesitantly walk towards them and stand in between the stalls. “We feeling any better?”

“The room stopped spinning for me.” Robin says, her feet propped against the stall’s wall. You have no idea how she’s laying down the bathroom’s ground so casually. “Steve, is it still spinning for you?”

He looks up for a moment, testing what will happen. When he feels perfectly fine, he exhales with relief. “Holy shit. No.”

“You probably flushed the drugs out of your system when you puked.” You observe, leaning against the stall’s divider. “What were you guys on?”

“Allegedly a truth serum.” Robin says from the floor. “Ask me something, test if it’s really all gone.” Then, because she’s trying to get you to laugh, she lowers her voice and impersonates one of the Russians. “Interrogate me.”

Though you smile at her, your stomach twists. Not only were they beaten for information, they were also injected with a goddamn truth serum. Treated like lab rats. And you left them behind, all alone; you’ll never forgive yourself for that. 

But they’re here with you now, you remind yourself. They came out the other side. So you’ll do whatever you can to make it up to them and show them that you’re here for them. Even if that means asking bizarre questions to make sure they’re no longer being controlled by truth serums. “When was the last time you peed your pants?”

“Today.”

Steve looks at you to make sure you’ve also just heard Robin’s response. “What?”

You shrug. “I can’t really judge. I peed my bed a few years ago. Watched a scary movie with Dustin and had a nightmare. Wasn’t my proudest moment.”

“What?” Steve can’t believe what he’s hearing.

“See!” Robin lifts her head up from the ground to look at you. “I was also scared. When the Russian doctor pulled out a bone saw, it was only a little bit, but holy shit.”

She starts to laugh and you join her, despite the image of the bone saw you saw burning your mind. You had seen it in the room when you were saving them. It had terrified you. Yet Robin laughs about it now, so you allow yourself to as well. 

Steve shakes his head at you both. “Yeah, it’s definitely still in her system.”

“And it’s not in yours, Harrington?”

His eyes shine when he looks at you. He’s coming back to himself, you can feel it. The knowing smirk is back. “Clean as a whistle, Henderson.”

Robin clears her throat, now uncomfortable. “Aright, my turn. I want to ask him a question.” When Steve gives her the okay, she takes a deep breath. She looks at you, a resigned look on her face. Something seems to have struck her, something that terrifies her. Her laughter is gone. “Have you… ever been in love?”

Steve doesn’t expect the question. He looks startled by it and tilts his head up at you. Your eyes meet, and you nod, giving him the permission he doesn’t truly need. You talked about it once, last year. The two of you in your room late one night, whispering confessions about love and the pain it brought. It was never a secret. 

“Yep. Nancy Wheeler. First semester, senior year.” Steve mimes a gunshot to his heart, trying to lessen the unease. He will never really feel comfortable talking about that time of his life. 

“Oh, my God.” Robin rolls her eyes. “She’s such a priss.”

You walk over to her stall and nudge her leg with your shoe. “Hey, she’s my friend, ya know.” Ignoring how dirty the bathroom floor inevitably is, you sit next to Robin. “She’s not a priss.”

“At least, not really.” Steve adds, nostalgia in his voice. 

Robin seems to hear it, too. She sits up, eyes not meeting yours. “Are you still in love with Nancy?”

Without meaning to, you hold your breath. You know Steve no longer loves her, but it’s July and somehow he still isn’t yours. There’s still trust between you, but your body tenses and your heart stutters. 

And yet Steve doesn’t hesitate. It’s immediate. He doesn’t even have to think about it. He’s known since April, though his body has known since he offered you his hand the day you almost hit his car with your bike. “No.”

“Why not?” Robin doesn’t know why she’s pushing this. You’re next to her, your thigh presses against hers. She knows that Steve is in love with you. He confessed it to her when she was teasing him about it just a few days ago. She devoted an entire whiteboard to tallying all the times he failed to ask you out. 

Steve is yours, and you’re his, but Robin can’t help but pick at scabs and expose old wounds. 

There’s a few moments of silence. Steve takes his time responding. He can almost feel your hand ghosting over his, even though you’re separated by a stall. “I think it’s because I found someone who’s a little bit better for me.”

You’re quiet. Robin is as well. 

“You know, it’s crazy.” Maybe it’s the truth serum still coursing through Steve’s veins or maybe it’s because he’s almost died a million times tonight. All he knows is that he’s tired of running. You deserve to know how he feels about you. “Ever since Dustin got home, he’s been badgering me about asking this girl out. That I need to ‘find my Suzie’. A girl he met at camp who somehow became his girlfriend, who I’m not even sure is actually real.”

He’s rambling. He knows he is, but you and Robin remain silent and patiently wait for him to keep going. Steve inhales, holds the breath for a few seconds, and exhales. All summer he’s been agonizing over this very moment. He’s spent countless sleepless nights terrified that he’d somehow ruin it. In the end, his own cowardice only hurt you; he still remembers the way your body shook in his arms while he held you as you cried last night. Steve remembers the fear on your face when you realized you couldn’t save him. That the Russians were going to take him away from you. 

It was then, seeing the terror in your eyes and hearing the desperation in your voice, that Steve Harrington finally realized you would give all of yourself to him; that is what love is. 

To love someone is to know that they deserve your love. 

And for some reason you love Steve. You see something in him that deserves your love. He’s no longer terrified that his love isn’t enough for you. He realizes now that it’s enough. His love is enough because it is his. 

You deserve love, and Steve is more than happy to give all of his to you. 

“The point is,” Steve runs a hand through his hair. He can feel you listening, waiting. “This girl, you know, the one that I love, it’s somebody that I didn’t even talk to in school… and I don’t even know why.”

A small laugh cuts through the barrier between you and Steve. The two of you spent years together in school, and not once did he ever talk to you. There was one time, early sophomore year, when he collided with you in the hallway while running to the bathroom to meet Nancy. He had apologized to you, but he continued running and hadn’t looked back.

It was two years ago, but you had only been kids, then.

Hearing your laugh emboldens Steve. He clears his throat, lifts his head. He wishes you were in the stall with him. “I think… I think I was scared. I had always watched her from afar. I mean, here was this girl who would offer help to anyone who needed it. Didn’t matter who they were, she’d help them. I just, I didn’t understand. I couldn’t understand why someone would go out of their way to help others without expecting anything in return.”

“I mean, there I was, worrying about being prom king while this girl was tutoring kids for free in the school library.” Steve scoffs at himself. He will never forgive himself for wasting all those years with you. He could’ve been your friend sooner had he not been such an asshole. “It’s stupid. I mean, Dustin’s right, it’s all just a bunch of bullshit anyways. Because when I think about it, I should’ve been friends with this girl the whole time.”

You rest your head against the wall, buzzed with warmth. “You should’ve,” you find yourself saying softly. Though you know yourself. Steve came into your life when you needed him the most, at the right time, for the right reasons. The timing had never been right before. “But I’m sure the girl is glad you ended up how you did.”

“Me, too.” Warm honey laces Steve’s voice. He can almost feel your body on his. He can see the lines and strings above him, materializing into something more solid with every word he says. “Still should’ve happened sooner, though. I mean, this girl we’re talking about is incredible. She makes me laugh more than anyone I’ve ever met. She’s witty, she always knows what to say and she’s so goddamn smart. I don’t think she knows this, but she has this way with people…”

His voice trails off. It’s what he loves the most about you. The effect you have on everyone you meet. The impact you make within a person’s life simply by smiling at them. “She has a way of making someone into a better person without even realizing it, just by being a part of their life. She… she made me a better person. Taught me to be softer, more vulnerable.”

Steve hadn’t known gentleness until he met you. 

To your left, Robin starts to close in on herself with every word he Steve says. She slouches down, drops her head into her knees almost as if in despair.

“She saw this good in me that no one else had before. For some reason, instead of using it against me like others have, she believed that I could be someone different. That I could change… It didn’t matter how long it would take me, she would wait. And I’m so goddamn lucky to be in love with someone as selfless as her.”

Guilt eats away at Robin. She’s harbored a resentment towards Steve all summer, even though she tried to swallow the feeling down. The love between you and Steve had always been obvious from the first day she met you. She watched the two of you dance around each other every day, basking in the sickly sweet young love you shared with one another. 

It’s not that Robin resented your relationship with Steve. No, she was happy for you, truly. The bitter taste in her mouth whenever she watched you gently stroke his cheek with your fingertips was remorse intermingling with resentment because she will never be able to do that. She will never be able to love someone so openly. To have someone hold her hand and call her tender names. 

You’re a beautiful girl with a boy who could adore you freely. Robin can only ever watch you from the shadows, scared to be caught.

You notice Robin’s shift in demeanor and press your body closer to hers. You’ve never seen her look so small before, so unsure of herself, and it worries you. “Hey, is everything okay?”

She shakes her head, too afraid that if she talks she’ll start to cry. The kindness that you offer her stings. She doesn’t deserve it. Not when she believes you outshine the sun. Before she can make up some excuse, Steve knocks on the stall. “Robin? Y/N? Did someone just OD over there?”

“No,” Robin’s breath is shaky, which worries you even more. “We’re still alive.”

You try to meet her eye, but she won’t look up at you. You’re not sure what’s happened, but she’s closed herself off from you; you feel like an intruder. Placing an arm on her shoulder, you’re about to offer her some more water when Steve’s body slides into the stall.

He settles himself across from you, shy with his movements. Your heart lurches when you see him, too. He confessed his love for you only moments prior, and you want nothing more than to wrap your arms around him and call him yours, but Robin looks pale. She’s scared. You just don’t know why.

“The floor’s disgusting,” she says to Steve, hoping to get the attention off of her. 

“Yeah, well, I already got a bunch of blood and puke on my shirt, so…” He looks down, cringes slightly. You remain silent, and Robin’s eyes are still downcast. Seeing this, Steve tries to lighten the mood and asks Robin a teasing question. “So, what do you think?”

“About?”

“This girl,” he turns to you, then. He looks at you with such fondness and knows that both you and Robin know he had been talking about you the entire time. He’s trying to get you to laugh, bring a smile back to your faces.

Robin tries to play along, swallowing down the remaining bitterness. You’re sitting next to her, your hand is still on her arm. “She sounds awesome.” 

“She is awesome.” Steve winks at you, hoping it’ll get you to blush the pretty pink he loves so much. When it works, he smiles. “And what about the guy?”

“I think he’s as sweet as honey in July.” You say, giving into Steve’s charm. It’s worked on you ever since the day you crashed into that ditch, even if back then you refused to admit it.

“Yeah? Well, I think he’s on drugs, and that he’s not thinking straight. That he doesn’t realize how lucky he is.” Robin interjects. She doesn’t look at you, her eyes remain on Steve. You raise your eyebrows at what she’s said. You hadn’t expected such a pessimistic response from her.

Off put by her sudden dejection, Steve becomes defensive. He doesn’t understand what Robin is doing. She was the one who kept encouraging Steve to ask you out all summer. “Really? ‘Cause I think he’s thinking a lot more clearly than usual. He knows what luck is.”

“Does he? What if there’s this other girl, one he hasn’t seen yet. I mean, really seen.” Robin swallows. Her fingers twist together nervously. “What if he one day sees her and realizes just how unlucky she is. I don’t think the guy would ever want to be her friend after that.”

“No, that’s not true. No way is that true.” Steve shifts closer to the two of you now, confused as to why Robin is saying all of this. Of course she’s his friend. “I mean, apart from the girl he’s in love with, this other girl is the guy’s only friend.”

“Listen to me, Steve.” Robin still doesn’t look at you, but you listen silently and allow her the space she seems to need. “It’s shocked me to my core, but I like you. I really like you, but I’m not lucky like you are. I think… I think you should use that luck. Go for the girl.”

Steve tilts his head, not quite following. “What does luck have to do with any of it?”

Robin sighs and you sit next to her, quiet. She seems to be trying to figure out what she wants to say, and somehow you think you know what she means by luck. It’s always fascinated you, luck and love. Two sides of the same coin. But it never occurred to you that there could be an undercurrent that cuts through the luck. A double meaning behind it. 

“Do you remember what I said about Click’s class? About me being jealous and, like, obsessed?”

“Yeah,”

Robin closes her eyes and sighs. When she opens them, there’s a resolved look in them.  “It… It isn’t because I had a crush on you. It’s because she wouldn’t stop staring at you.”

At first, you’re confused. You had missed their conversation about Mrs. Click’s class. They must’ve had it when they were being held captive, but the phrasing of what Robin has just said feels heavier than it should. Her words land on you with a force you hadn’t seen coming. 

If Robin had for some reason talked about being obsessed with Steve in a class they once shared, but not because she had a crush on him, but because a girl wouldn’t stop staring at him… 

“Mrs. Click?”

Even though you’ve done well remaining silent this entire time, you can’t help but snort at Steve’s response. He’s trying, you know he is. Robin must know this too, because she laughs softly at him as well. “No, Steve.”  Her smile dims, however. “That would’ve made things easier for me, though.”

Easier. Luckier. 

And then it all clicks. 

Robin’s insistence on always pleasing you. The subtle touches. The way her eyes would darken sometimes when you looked at Steve. How, only an hour ago, she had asked you for a kiss when she was still under the influence of the truth serum. 

You draw your hand towards hers and slowly thread your fingers together. Robin’s head spins, she finally allows herself to look at you. She finds your eyes staring into hers. They’re kind, understanding. You’re looking right through her in this very moment, and Robin Buckley has never been more afraid. 

“How long have you known?” You ask her, voice gentle.

Robin’s voice shakes. “Since Tammy Thompson…” She has to look away from you. She can’t do this with you looking at her. “She was in Mrs. Click’s class with me and Steve. I–I wanted her to look at me, but.. She couldn’t pull her eyes away from him and his stupid hair.”

She pauses, tries to compose herself, and you squeeze her hand three times. Once to tell her that you’re there, another to give her the reassurance to go on, and the final time to communicate that you understand. There isn’t a reason to be scared. Somehow, Robin knows what the gesture means. Breathing in, she looks at Steve and continues. 

“And I didn’t understand, because you would get bagel crumbs all over the floor and you asked dumb questions and you were a douchebag. And–and you didn’t even like her and I–” Her voice breaks. “I would go home… and just scream into my pillow.”

Steve looks between the two of you. It’s obvious he’s the only one not aware of the underlying layers. “But Tammy Thompson’s a girl.”

“Steve,” Robin breathes out, pleading. She doesn’t want to say it out loud. She can’t say it out loud. He needs to understand what she’s trying to say. Why she’s been giving him hell all summer. Why she feels guilty when she looks at you.

“Yeah?” But he doesn’t understand.

Robin can’t say anything. She looks at him, can feel the tears in her eyes; she’s begging now. Steve’s eyes find yours, silently begging you as well to explain this to him. He doesn’t understand what he’s doing wrong. He doesn’t want to be doing something that could hurt Robin like this. 

Your shoes squeak against the tile floors as you draw your knees into your chest. You’re not sure what else you can do. Robin has laid everything out for Steve. Your hand still holds hers and you try to quell the fear within you that maybe he’s being intentionally naive. Maybe he doesn’t want to believe it. 

“Oh.” 

It’s one word, one exhale of breath from a mouth that once used to say cruel things. Steve’s face softens, his jaw unclenches and his shoulders relax. He surprises you, showing nothing but empathy. He’s kind, he’s always been kind.

“Holy shit,” Steve doesn’t want to mess this up, but he’s never been good with words. 

Robin laughs. “Yeah, holy shit.”

He sighs and leans against the stall wall. It’s quiet between the three of you. No one really knows what to say now. Steve is still processing, Robin’s heartbeat still hasn’t quite settled, and you’re trying to figure out how to tell her that you understand more than she may know. She’s braver than you, trusted you with this secret, and it’s only fair that you offer her a part of yourself as well. 

Plus, it’s a wonderful ice breaker. 

“You have terrible taste in women, Robin.” You nudge her with your shoulder, teasing. “I mean, I’ve heard Tammy Thompson during choir rehearsal. You can totally do better.”

“She wants to be a singer, she has dreams!” Robin defends the girl, the change in conversation bizarre but welcomed. 

Steve, sensing that you’re trying to lessen the tension, gratefully plays along. “So what she has dreams? She can’t even carry a tune. But, more importantly, what do you know about taste in women, Y/N?”

“I see things,” you jut your head out, defiant. “Probably would’ve fallen in love with Nancy Wheeler had I known her instead of Jonathan.”

Their reactions are expected.

“You would’ve loved Nancy?” Steve exclaims at the same time as Robin guffaws, “You loved Byers?” 

You laugh. It’s a full, whole body laugh. One you haven’t felt in so long. “Yes,” you wheeze out, the look on their faces killing you. Steve looks unnerved while Robin looks disgusted. “At least Jonathan doesn’t sound like a muppet when he sings.”

“Tammy does not!” Robin is laughing alongside you now. It’s been a long time since she’s laughed this hard, too.

Steve rolls his eyes, his own smile overtaking his face. “She sounds like a muppet giving birth, Robin.”

“That’s what she reminds me of!” You snap your fingers and point at him. “You’re right!”

Robin clutches her stomach as she laughs. She leans into your side as you lean into her. Steve starts doing a terrible impersonation of Tammy’s awful singing, which only gets the two of you to laugh even harder. Steve gets you to sing along. He grabs the hand that isn’t holding Robin’s and swings it around as the two of you sing. Robin joins, laughing more than singing. It’s lovely. Absolutely lovely. 

And this is how Dustin finds the three of you.

He slams the bathroom door open, Erica right behind him, and stands in front of you.

“Okay,” he glares at you specifically. “What the hell, Y/N?”

You giggle at his disappointed dad stance. “I told you I’d take care of them.”

Dustin isn’t amused, which only makes your giggles turn to laughter again. The other two teens aren’t far behind you, descending into yet another fit of laughter. Hunched together, the three of you giggle breathlessly as your brother and Erica watch in disbelief. 

But you ignore their questioning stares.

With both Steve and Robin holding your hands, laughter warming your belly, you feel like a kid again.

– 

 The bus becomes your only option.

“I managed to contact the party.” Dustin had informed you after your laughter died down.

Relief washed over you. “Thank God–”

“But then my walkie died.”

“Yeah,” you had sighed and dropped your head down in defeat. “Yeah, of course it did. Why wouldn’t it die when we need it?”

Which leads you to now: peering out the bathroom door with Steve breathing down your neck and Dustin in front of you, checking to make sure it’s safe. A crowd of people flood the once empty hallway. The movie must’ve just finished. Everyone is talking excitedly, having no idea that five teenagers are currently hiding in the bathroom from Russians. 

You envy them. 

“When I say ‘blend’, we go. Okay?” Dustin asks the group, eyes still on the mass of people exiting the theater. 

“Because Steve dripping blood definitely will blend in.” You retort. It’ll be hard not to draw attention to yourselves with the way his face still oozes. It’s a long walk down to the bus station and you’re getting worried now. The mall closes in ten minutes, soon there won’t be any crowds to hide behind. 

Dustin doesn’t bother justifying your remark. Instead he studies the flow of traffic before giving his signal. “Blend.”

The five of you swiftly exit the bathroom and align your pace with everyone around you. Dustin guides in front with Erica while you stay back with Steve and Robin. Your eyes move constantly, scanning every face you pass. Thankfully, the people close to you seem innocent enough.

Erica looks around, impressed. “Well, shit. That worked.”

“Of course it worked.” Dustin is smug, which makes you wince. He’s always had a bad habit of jinxing things. You really wish he had gotten more of your mom’s humility and less of your dad’s ego. “Now we just have to get on the bus with the rest of these plebes, and home sweet home, here we come.”

You shove your brother. “Can we not taunt our inevitable bad luck?”

“We’re in the clear now, Y/N. Trust me, in just twenty minutes we’ll be back home, where our dear mother awaits with her frantic arms wide open–”

“Uh, Dustin?” Steve eyes him nervously. Already you dread whatever he’s about to say. You guys only lasted thirty seconds without any bad luck. It’s a new record, honestly.

“What?”

“Yeah, we might not wanna go to your house.”

“Why?”

“Well,” Steve winces with regret. He knows he’s about to piss both Hendersons off. “I might’ve told them your full name.”

Dustin turns to look at him, bewildered. “What is wrong with you?”

“Dude, I was drugged.” Steve argues, which. Yeah. That’s fair.

Not liking that he apparently sold your brother out to Russians, yet understanding that Steve hadn’t been the most clear headed when it happened, you grab his hand. There’s more important matters to deal with, like whether or not he sold you out as well. “Did you tell them my full name?”

“No, I kept you safe.” He says, with an air of obviousness that you smirk at. 

“Aw, thanks honey.” You kiss his cheek, not caring that Dustin is fuming in front of you. 

“Oh, so you can resist for your girlfriend but not for her brother?” Dustin struggles to keep his voice low. He has never wanted to shove Steve down a flight of stairs more. “You were supposed to tough it out. Like a man!”

You flick the kid’s hat. “Hey, he was very manly defending my honor.”

“I hate you both–”

Robin suddenly freezes, her eyes catching on something. “Guys…”

Everyone stops, alarmed by the tone in her voice, before you see them. There, standing right in front of the exit of the mall, are the two Russian men from the alley. They’re stopping people, checking their faces, looking for you. 

“Abort.” Dustin says, before one of the men makes direct eye contact with him. His face pales and you already have one hand on his shoulder, pulling at him to run. “Abort!”

Steve grabs Erica’s hand and motions for you and Dustin to run ahead as Robin guides. She pushes through the crowd of people and towards the escalators. However, when you get there, they’re roped off and blocked by plexiglass. 

You kick at the glass, frustrated. The Russians are close now. Robin, quick as ever, steps past you and places herself in the middle of the two escalators. You’re confused at first, but then you realize there’s just enough space for your bodies to fit through. Sitting down, Robin is able to use the gap as a makeshift slide.

“Let’s go,” Steve places Erica to slide down next, then Dustin. When it’s your turn, he nods at you. “Ready?”

“I’m so tired of running from these shitheads.” You say before launching yourself down the escalators. 

Robin waits for everyone at the bottom. When you’re all there, she waves for you to follow as you run again. None of you have any idea where to even hide now that the mall has emptied. There’s no one to hide behind, no corner to run into. And the goddamn Russians are fast, never trailing more than fifty feet behind you. 

Somehow you end up in the food court. It isn’t much, but there’s at least vendor’s stalls and restaurant counters nearby. Panting, you point towards the nearest counter. “There! Everyone jump over!”

No one argues, doing as they’re told. You make it there first and help Erica over while Steve and Robin help Dustin. Kneeling down, you motion for everyone to sit with a finger to your lips. The men have to be nearby, you can practically feel their presence close. Facing your friends, you grip your knives and strain your ears for any sounds. 

It’s tense. Dustin pants, he’s scared and overwhelmed and you wish you could offer him better protection. Steve glances at you, silently asking you what the next move is, and you shake your head helplessly. You’re cornered, there’s no way out of this one. 

The sound of boots falling against the mall’s ground approaches. It grows louder and louder at a maddeningly slow pace. Your knuckles are white from how tightly they grip around the hilt of your switchblade. With one flick of your wrist, you know you could at least disarm one of the men long enough to cause a distraction. You’d never kill anyone, but you know from experience that a cut to the shoulder is sufficient enough. 

You’re pulled away from your thoughts when a car alarm suddenly goes off. Its loud noise echoes within the empty mall. Everyone jumps at the unexpected sound, shuffling closer together. Deciding it’s worth the risk, you poke your head up to see what the hell is going on. 

The guards are standing around a red convertible. It shakes, vibrates almost, and they look at one another in confusion. The car continues to shriek its alarm, and while the men stand in fear, you smile. There’s static in the air.

Looking up you see El, with an arm outstretched, on the second floor. Her face is strained, her fingers clench in mid air. The look on her face is terrifying, and you’ve never been happier to see blood drip down from her nose. She twists her arm and sends the car flying into the men. You duck as it crushes them, rolls over the tables and chairs in the center, before spiraling into the counter next to you. “Shit!”

The alarm stops ringing. Everything falls silent. Slowly, you and everyone else stand up to inspect the damage. A tire rim rolls past, the Russians guards are sprawled on the ground, unmoving. There’s smoke from where the car has landed, and you let out a low whistle. “Nice one, El.”

“El?” Dustin turns around, wondering if he’s heard you right.

“She’s up there,” you point to where she had been standing, but when you see Jonathan now standing next to her with Nancy, your heart stops. “Jonathan.”

You’re the first to start running, and when he sees that it’s you, Jonathan wastes no time running either. He’s down the escalator in seconds. Your whole body buzzes as you run, adrenaline and longing coursing through you. The moment he’s close enough, you practically leap into his arms.

“Bug,” he holds onto you tightly. He buries his face in your hair and you breathe him in. It’s a familiar scent, a familiar warmth. You had been so focused on escaping the Russian base that you hadn’t even considered that he and everyone else in the party could’ve been involved. “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay,” you tighten your arms around him, but when he makes a pained noise, you immediately pull away. It’s then that you notice the swelling in his head. The dried blood. Pressing your fingers softly to his face, you fill with concern. “What happened, are you hurt?”

Jonathan tries to shrug it off. He doesn’t care about what he’s been through. All he wants to focus on is that you’re okay, for once not covered in blood and bruises like he is. Wherever you’ve been these last few days, at least he knows you weren’t in any pain. “I’m fine, I’ll tell you everything later–”

“You flung that thing like a Hot Wheel!” Dustin exclaims to El, now joining you and Jonathan as the others gather around. 

You don’t leave Jonathan’s side as everyone starts talking at once. Lucas asks why Erica is involved, to which you wince at. “I tried stopping them.”

“It’s their fault.” Erica points at Steve and Robin, clearing your name in the process, which you appreciate her for. 

Steve stands next to you now and puts his hands on his hips. He doesn’t even try to deny that he’s the reason a ten year old girl ended up locked inside an underground Russian facility. “Yeah, true. Totally true. It’s absolutely our fault.” 

Robin asks what happened to the car and Dustin and Steve explain El to her. They quickly catch her up to speed about the girl’s power, and you feel bad for the teen. It’s a lot of information to take in at once. Erica joins, having remembered her conversation with Dustin from earlier in the vents when he had explained the Upside Down to her. 

Meanwhile, Nancy is focused on Robin. “I’m sorry, who are you?”

“That’s Robin. She’s a friend.” You step between them. When Nancy sees that it’s you, she quickly looks away. She fidgets with her fingers, overwhelmed with shame and regret. She hasn’t forgotten the cruelty she showed you a few days ago. You haven’t forgotten either, but you’ve never been one to hold anger towards others. Extending a kind smile, you nod at her. “Hey, Nance.”

Nancy looks up, surprised, but smiles at you as well and it’s enough. Maybe one day you’ll sort through the tension that never seems to leave you and the girl alone. Untangle the lines and threads that haunt both of you. For now, there are other things to worry about. 

Steve has started explaining the Russians now, and quickly it becomes clear that you’ve all been dealing with vastly different situations. 

“Russians, what Russians?” Jonathan asks you with alarm. 

“See those guys laying over there?” Everyone looks at where you’re pointing, the men still knocked out on the ground. “Russians. We enjoyed twenty-four wonderful hours with them.”

“Yeah, we ended up trapped in their secret base underneath Hawkins.” Dustin further explains, to which everyone’s eyes widen at. 

“It was fun. Spent my birthday in mortal danger.” At the same time the kids all wish you a belated birthday, which you salute them for. “Thanks, guys. I’m just happy I wasn’t gravely injured this time.”

“And that Steve finally kissed you.” Dustin unhelpfully adds before Steve is covering his mouth to shut him up. His face reddens, embarrassed and nervous. Jonathan is standing too close to him for comfort right now.

Nancy looks uncomfortable with this new information, Mike makes a disgusted sound, Max high fives you, Lucas cheers, Will gasps and looks nervously towards his brother, and Jonathan chokes on his own spit. It’s truly a very wide array of reactions, all of which are expected to certain extents. 

That doesn’t stop you from hitting the back of Dustin’s head, though. “Can we focus on the Russians infiltrating Hawkins?” Dustin hits your shoulder in retaliation, but he knows you’re right. He turns to Mike, upset that he hadn’t come sooner. “Didn’t you get our code red?”

“Yeah, but I couldn’t understand half of what you were saying.”

The kids all start to argue and Steve joins in, making a remark about how he’s always bugging Dustin to watch for a low battery. More arguing follows. Lucas and the others demand to hear more about the Russians. As you try your best to explain everything, you notice from the corner of your eye El walking away from the group.

Her shoulders are drawn into her body, her breathing seems to be labored. You nudge Jonathan, pulling his attention away from the kids arguing, and point towards El. “What happened to her tonight?”

Jonathan is about to explain what they’ve been dealing with, but when El collapses onto the ground, you leave his side in a heartbeat to join her. Kneeling beside her, you’re cold with panic. She’s covered in sweat, her face is flushed. “El? Sweetheart, what’s happening?”

Mike and Jonathan are beside you now. Mike is in his own fit of panic, nearly ramming into you in his hurry to get to the girl. He turns her over onto her back, his face twisted with worry and fear. “El! What’s wrong?”

The rest of the group stands around El now, staring down at her. She manages to open her eyes, but you can tell that it pains her to do so. “My leg.” She rasps out, voice thick with tears. 

“Her leg, okay.” Jonathan takes action, swiftly unraveling a bandage on her leg. You hadn’t noticed it before. There’s a deep wound underneath the gauze, its blood has soaked through it. Nancy helps Jonathan with the bandage, and when they finally get it off, you almost throw up at the sight. 

The flesh is raised, angry and swollen. There’s a giant gash in El’s leg, deep and to the bone. The veins in her legs are dark and begin to constrict when something starts to move inside the wound; something is crawling inside her leg. It’s a nauseating sight.

Mike starts to freak out even more. He doesn’t understand what’s happening. He’s scared for the girl, his eyes fill with panic. Instinctively you pull him into your arms, tightening your hold as he fights against it. 

That’s when El begins to scream.

-

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My Headcanos on how Death would interact with you❤️‍🩹

///Platonic and Romantic///

!Gender neutral

•Platonic•

- First of: He would probably be a little confused why you're not Afraid of him but find it amusing at the same time.

- Would be friendly but try to keep his distance

- Sharing a drink with You and maybe have some small talk won't hurt right? HAH wrong.

- Him Being Death includes not really having someone to talk to so he would probably Talk. A. LOT. (Like have u seen him interact with puss? This puppy wants to be heard)

- He would also enjoy it when you share some of your life Stories, doesn't even matter if they're happy Stories or not.

- Does actually enjoy the time with you.

- If you ask him to meet up again, he would totally be cocky about it.

- Like "Oh you will see me again either way" and then just disappear.

- Will never admit it but totally wants to see you again aswell

- After your first encounter he Would totally just appear next to you some day and start talking to you like it's the most normal thing in the world.

•Romantic•

- You somehow managed to get this oversized Puppy attached to you? Congratulations, you now have to get used to constant jumpscares.

- Fr tho He will just appear out of nowhere.

- Tbh i think he would at first still be a little distant emotionally

- You give him a comfort he never knew he needed

- Can and WILL protect you. Someone tries to hurt? He will absolutely terrorize them.

- Is the biggest softie for you. But look at him with doe eyes and he will melt right then and there.

- definition of "They fell first, he fell harder"

- He LOVES giving you pet names.

- Some he would use on a Daily basis are: Sunshine, Love/ my love, Darling, Dear or Flower

- And then he has specific pet names he uses to tease you: Bunny, Lamb, Dove

- You want him to shut up for once? Boop the snoot.

- Would absolutely nuzzle his cold nose into your neck out of nowhere.

- is pretty cold for someone with fur in general

- You notice hes Tense? Pls Scratch his ears, or rub his sides/Back.

- Is so touch starved, he will lean into any and every physical contact with you.

- he's also extremely cuddly.

-(edit) Love bites >>> fr tho, he would lightly bite into your cheek or shoulder to get your attention

- King of respecting boundaries.

- Will make you wear his Poncho. He loves seeing you in it.

- "It looks better on you anyways my love"

- You feel insecure about something? Oh boy.. the moment he finds out he will snatch you, sit you down on his lap and give you a shit tone of reassurance.

- Honestly i think you don't have to be worried about arguments/ fights with him. This man has been around since the begging of time, he's seen basically everything so making him mad enough for him to actually argue with you would be hard.

- has a constant inner conflict with himself about the whole situation tbh. He knows he shouldn't like you in such ways or even have a relationship with you. But he just can't help himself.

- it's such a chliché, but you're the light in his life (or not life? idk) He won't let anything happen to you.

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Holly shit this turned out longer than expected. I would say it turned out pretty good tho

If you notice any typos or Grammer mistakes pls let me know! English is not my first language ^^°

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Little extra note: I've always loved this song but lately i have to think of him when i listen to it❤️‍🩹

[saruman-the-silly]

I can see through the scars inside you

tags: terzo x gn!reader, reader is depressed and is having an extra rough day, (I might've poured some of my religious trauma into this lol) hurt/comfort, angst, mild swearing! shitty google translate italian once again ::D italians dont kill me pls

this is a bit short, I meant do add some more but decided to keep it short and sweet <3

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Everything feels just wrong. Your socks are itchy, your hair doesn't feel right, you haven't cleaned your room or replied to any of your friends who have been asking about you. It's just a full on downward spiral at this point and everything feels like shit. Your boyfriend, Terzo was coming back home today after a long tour but you just felt numb.

Speak of the devil, Terzo had just arrived with his ghouls and was surprised to see you were not there to greet him. Usually you were very excited to see him again, and would jump to his arms and shower his face with kisses. He frowned, this was weird and not like you at all.

Terzo quickly hurried to his room, dumping all his bags there and swiftly walked towards your room, intending to find out where his amore was hiding.

"Amoooooooreeeee, I've been looking everywhere for you my angel-" He dramatically burst into your room, stopping at the sound of crying coming from your bedroom. Terzo quickly walked over and peaked through the open door. There you were, bundled up in blankets and sobbing violently.

"Amore?" He sat down on the bed, gently taking your hand in his. You looked up at him with puffy red eyes.

"I'm sorry." You whispered, voice hoarse from the crying. "I meant to come down and greet you but..." You trailed off, voice wavering. Terzo kissed your hand tenderly and shushed you.

"It is no problem. I can find my way up the stairs myself," He grinned. Terzo cupped your face gently and kissed your forehead, wiping your tears away with his thumbs.

"How about some food eh? I can tell Omega to order us some Chinese takeout, while you, mia amata," He booped you on the nose, "are in for a nice bath."

Terzo hopped up and when you tried to get up he stopped you.

"Nonononono, this will not do. You stay right there with your lovely butt and I will soon be back." He dramatically bowed, winked and twirled around before marching to the bathroom, making you giggle.

After a few minutes he called for you to come in and when you opened the door you were greeted by the smell of you favourite scented candle.

Terzo had lit up the scented candles and put your favourite bath bomb in the tub. He was sitting by the tub, eyes full of love.

"Come on now, let's get you undressed and in the water." He held out a hand for you, making you tear up again. You started crying, and dropped down to your knees, leaning your head on his thigh.

Terzo sighed: "Amore mio, if only I could get rid of the terrors racking through your beautiful brain." He ran his fingers through your hair, gently combing open the knots that had formed. "If I could, I would take all of your pain, so you wouldn't have to suffer." He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your hair.

You sniffled quietly, and looked up at him.

"I- I'm sorry I'm like this, I thought I was getting better and-" Terzo shushed you, and got down to the floor beside you, wrapping you in a warm embrace.

"Amore, nothing could make the love I have for you disappear, you understand? I am here for you, now and forever." He wiped your never-ending tears away and smiled.

"I can see through the scars inside of you, and your soul is not tainted. Even though you've been told awful things through out your life by those horrible people, you are more than that. You are my treasure, mio amore." Terzo kissed your forehead and wrapped his arms tightly around you.

"And to that stupid little cloud in your head that keeps telling you stupid shit, to him I say fuck off." You snorted at that, making Terzo grin.

"Now, let's get you washed up so we can have an impromptu movie marathon."

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thanks for reading <3

[o-sachi]

─── A Letter for @luvlyycy ✦

If you have received this, it means you signed up for Sachi's Selfship Event !

Hi hi. Thank you for requesting! You listed down some pretty cute tropes in your request meheheh

✉️ Attachment: ABCs with Togame Jo

[C] Comfort I'm quite certain that his first instinct would be to make you laugh or try to brighten up the situation in general. Sometimes you might feel like he's talking to a kid? It could either annoy you or comfort you... really depends on what happened that soured your mood. Other than that, I think he'd resort to physical touch to make you feel better again.

[D] Dates Togame definitely brings you somewhere to eat. You have a couple of spots that you frequent. It only changes when a new place opens up because he insists that you MUST check it out. Although, there are moment when you don't feel like going out, so he brings over food instead. It's always food with this man lol.

[I] Intimacy His kind of romance is definitely the fun kind. He likes keeping the spark alive no matter what stage you are in the relationship. In other words, he puts in a lot of effort for you two. I think your connection became the more the two of you realized how accepting the other one is of you. You slowly became comfortable to be yourselves; there was no need to build facades or whatever.

[J] Jealousy Kame's pretty secure in your relationship. He trusts you more than he trusts himself. I don't think you'd have any reason to be jealous either because Kame comes off a bit intimidating to other potential lovers. Sure, he'd tease you every once in a while about it just to get a reaction from you. You do tell him off, but deep down you're certain that Kame would never ever betray you or make you think that he is.

[K] Kisses Let's just say... he gets ahead of himself sometimes. He never settles for a quick peck. It's either reaaaaally sweet or passionate (iykwim). He also likes to kiss you particularly after he pisses you off (been teasing you nonstop and you actually got annoyed). Kame also likes to be gentlemanly and kiss the top of your hand randomly. He does it in front of his friends usually 'cuz apparently it annoys the guys lol.

[N] Nicknames He doesn't really have a fixed nickname for you. Kame likes to switch it up, but his rotation of names are sort of the same stuff. Most of which are food related (it makes you cringe, but that's his goal tbh). However, he does use a different nickname sometimes to catch you off guard. Like that one time he whispered "angel" in your ear and ra away like a kid. He's so silly sometimes.

[W] Wildcard He likes to give you piggyback rides! It's strange though because more often than not, he's the one forcing you to get on. You tell him it's embarrassing because so many people are watching, but if you do tell him that, he'll just pick you up bridal style. You reluctantly let him do his thing because what can you do while you're up in his arms?

[X] XOXO I dunno why, but I get the feeling he likes to boop your nose. Sometimes his feelings become too much to bear and he tries to convey that to you by booping your nose. Kame just finds you really adorable like that. Otherwise, most of his little loves are related to food (again).

Thank you for participating. I hope you like it :3

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o-sachi © 2024 pls do not translate/copy/reupload my work on other platforms.

[ladylooch]

hello! Can you pretty pls make a blurb with Lexi and Nico when they first brought lucie to a devils game and she’s wearing a tiny jersey 🥹🥹 that’d be so cute thank u

The sweetness of this! Lil Lucie in her daddy’s jersey and Nico so excited he can’t EVEN.

Diapers.. check. Wipes... check. Pumping supplies.. check. Lucie's jersey... check.

I smile in accomplishment, then turn to Lucie in her car seat, stuffing her black hat onto her head. The vibrant, red pom-pom shakes as she tries to turn away.

"I know, sweets." I coo, hoping her dad's nickname will soothe the angry face on our daughter. Her nook pops out and a shrill cry fills the kitchen. "It's okay." I stick it back into her mouth with a final adjustment to her hat. She looks back at me with Nico's brown eyes and I melt. "Should we go see daddy at work?" I ask, tightening her seat straps as I hear Emma's car pull into the driveway.

Emma and I make our way into the city, leaving the car with the valet and heading into the arena. Lucie is three months old, but with winter sickness running rampant, we decided to keep her home until she had a little more experience in the world. Nico couldn't take his pre-game nap this afternoon because he was so excited. I promised him, four times, that I would bring her to the ice for warm ups.

We stop quickly at the family suite to park Lucie's car seat, then grab both kids and head down to the lower level. The Devils staff members oo and awe at "Nico's sweet girl". Lucie's eyes are wide, staring around at all the lights and sounds from the pre-game show. The boys are already on the ice when we step onto the stairs. I can see Nico patrolling the perimeter, letting his eyes stalk the chairs, searching for us. I wave as we get closer to the bottom. His big grin warms my cheeks.

Emma and I sit down in the first row. The Devils family members always have a closed off section so the kids can come down and see the players. Lio presses his nose to the glass, laughing as Timo pretends to boop it with his glove. Lio drags his nostrils down the glass, leaving green boogers. Timo belly laughs. Emma groans, wiping it off with a boogey wipe from her bag.

After a quick stretch, Nico comes to where I hold Lucie up to the glass. She doesn't recognize him with all his gear on. He is gentle as he waves at her, smiling sweetly and looking at me. His dimples are pronounced and stretched to accommodate his excitement.

"Say hi, daddy." I encourage her, tugging her Hischier jersey down then grabbing her small hand to wave. The cute, little C on her chest has Nico swooning.

He reaches his hand through the camera hole, palm up. I maneuver Lucie down so she can hold his hand. She stretches her tiny fingers out against his large palm. He keeps his hand there, then leans down to grab a warm up puck. He puts it between their hands and Lucie retracts at the cool rubber.

"Her first puck!" I exclaim to Nico who nods enthusiastically. A large bang comes from a puck careening off the glass close to us. Lucie jumps, then immediately begins to sob.

And that's when I realize I forgot her little ear muffs.

"Oh I know. That was loud for your little ears." I pout at my husband. He frowns back at me, feeling distressed at not being able to comfort her. "She's okay. Just scared." I tell him. I rub her back, then turn my shoulder so he can see her already calming back down. He smiles, then glances at the clock.

"Gotta go!" He mouths.

"Good luck!"

"I love you." He puckers his lips twice for both Lucie and I. Then he dashes off, falling into captain mode until he can reunite with us after the game.

[thealphapigeon]

Begging staff to let us keep the boop button pls pls pls

[bigdreamerpeach]

Tickles for picky or crafty pls

Sure! I use Picky for this story , so here we go!

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Hungry little piggy

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Picky walks around , her belly makes noices and she hold her belly. She was hungry, very hungry

She looks around for food , but she ate it for hours ago.

"I'm still hungry". She said

But then, a smell of chocolate runs into her nose. The walks and try the find where the good smell comes from and she saw bobby caking a chocolate cake. Picky know it wasn't for her but she wanna Taste it , only a tiny bit but...

Now the cake was gone..she hears bobby cames back and she hide

"Oh No! Where is the cake?" Bobby yelled abd picky hides in silence

"Whats going on Picky?".

"The cake i baked is gone Dogday."

Picky then hiccups.

"What was that?". Kickinchicken ask

"Wait a Minute! I know this hiccup."

Picky then stand up. " Heyy guys hehe."

"Did you eat the cake i made? Okay why i'm asking actally , i see you eat this cake , you have chocolate on your mouth." Bobby looks mad

"I'm sorry , i was so hungry and it smells so good , i getting weak." She said , a bit sad

"Look at you Picky." Kickinchicken said , poking her belly. She let out a little squeak

Kickinchicken keeps poking her.

"Hehehe, awww do i tickle you? Hmm Picky? Boop...boop...boop boop boop boop!"

Picky starts laughing, getting a snortlaugh.

" wait , did you hear a snort?". Dogdays said

" i hear it too, and its soo cute!!". Craftycorn said

But then...Picky starts laughing really loud..

"HHAHAHAHHAHA*snort*HAHHAHAHAHAHAHHA*snort*HAHAHHAHA*snort*HAHAHHAH!!!! NOOOHOHO!! GUUUYS!! STOP IT PLEASE!! I'M TO TICKLISH THERE!!" She yelled

" coochie coochie coo! Heehhe! This is for eating the cake Picky!!". Bobby said , tickling her sides

"I never know picky is so ticklish!". Kickinchicken said , tickling her belly

"Picky is very ticklish guys, mostly here!". Says Dogday as he tickles her feet, making her laugh ever harder and more

"EEEEE!!! NOT THERE NOTTHEHEHERE!!!DOGDAYYYY NOOOHOHOHO!!!"

After 10 minutes they all stop tickling her.

She catch her breath.

"Learn your lesson Picky!" Ask bobby , as she poking picky belly

"Yeah! Please no more! It tickles so badly!". She giggles

Bobby stops poking her and helps her up.

"Next time i ask you bobby."

"Good. Now come here." Bobby hugs her. Picky hugs back.

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Picky learns her lesson, never eat secretly, her friends know her really good

New story, have fun! ^^

[pokegalla]

👁️👁️

How

How would your characters react to having an SO/friend that's just very physically affectionate

Like they love clinging to them, kissing their cheek, holding their hand type of thing

Pls and thankyou

(hai poke \(•w•) )

Lol hi Rebel✨

Here is your request my friend✨

Hero:

* If you two are friends, he would be so confused and flustered. Like he tries to keep his serious demeanor but stars how cute can you be….? GAH STOP THINKING THAT-

* As his S/o it’s much more different. He’s more neutral to it with a few blushy moments. He even even reciprocates it (kisses your forehead, tail wrapped around your waist, head rubs)

* He overworks a lot since he loves being a detective and doesn’t want to slack off, constantly updating or looking at his files. You cuddling him as a friend or S/o he’ll get distracted enough to stop and give in to your advances.

* He’s a sweet guy who works a lot. He deserves a break!

Rubin:

* Ohohoho Casanova here would be flirting up a storm. You know he does it for fun and he’s more comfortable to do it with you since you’re his pal. But you do notice he gets tense when you get clingy. As if he’s…..hesitant.

* As his S/o? Uno reverse card, he’s the clingy one- his tail constantly near your hand to keep touching you. Many smooches and resting his head on yours!

* You do eventually learn why he’s hesitant through time…..he’s a guy with trust issues. He’s scared that you’ll just leave him or use him to your own benefit…..and yeah, even if you’re his S/o. Plus he’s a criminal, a thief and people used to shit on him for being part fox (Y’know because foxes are “untrustworthy”?)

* But with enough encouragement and constant reassurance, he’ll open up more and become his best self! Just…..don’t be surprised if he steals your heart~

Arcane:

* This cool headed gal finds your actions cute. She would gladly return that affection. And since you’re her friend, you get the friendly discount! Where affection is free✨

* But Ah the funniest and the cutest thing is when you’re her S/o. Cool headed? Out the window- she’s a blushing mess and she tries her best to hide it. She melts when you give her kisses and cling onto her: she adores it 🥰.

* She’s not one to talk about herself and seems to avoid it a lot. But there are times when cuddling with you that she opens up and tells you a bit about herself…..it’s a touching moment.

* She’s a lil shit but has a big heart. And you’re the one making her show it!

Chiato:

* He’s quite touched that you even wanna snuggle onto him. He feels like that kinda stuff requires trust….so he’ll gladly try to reciprocate! Can get a little shy or awkward! He just doesn’t want his friend to be uncomfortable!

* As his S/o, he likes to wrap his lil wings around you when he can. He even flutters up to your height (he’s a little short😅) and give you a quick smooch back! And a little boop on the nose! Cause you look adorable when he does it!

* He has a habit of staring at some cigarettes, thinking about his past and contemplating about smoking some to calm his nerves. You can snap him out of it and comfort him with your cuddles! May seem little but to him? It means the world❤️

* A mysterious lil bean who’s as cute as a button! He needs more love than you think. Please. Indulge✨

Lucius:

* Yeeeeeeah friend or not, he’s like a damn cat- literally. He will hiss if you try to pet him. But with a little (a LOT) of patience, he’ll curl up against you and purr, letting you pet him.

* As his S/o, it’s actually surprising how he switches up. He’ll be the clingy one. Literally clinging like a monkey- he’ll even have the cutest whines and puppy eyes 🥺. (Hey you started this-)

* On occasions though, he’ll be kissing you, cupping your face, and even getting blushy and shy. In these moments he actually shows how he really feels about you…..and as a friend it’s kinda the same way but platonic!

* He might look scary but he’s really a big sweetheart! He just doesn’t understand affection…..but now he has you to teach him!

Lisa (Me. Lol yes. Why not✨):

* Would be a little surprised at first, but I would get used to it pretty easily. I can be just as affectionate without realizing it (le boop de nose, hugs, nuzzles, head rubs✨)

* As my S/o, I would be a blushing mess everytime and ah yes me being a tsundere- bonking can be affectionate right?😅 But honestly I would be just as clingy! But it would be random as hell-

* As a creator and traveling the AUs to keep my soul and friends safe, I can get stressed out and very anxious but never admit it. Slowly but eventually I open up and finally relax a bit. I am very appreciative will definitely spoil you as a thank you ☺️

* I’m a dumbass but a lovable dumbass. Let me love you or I’ll break your kneecaps-

Bunny:

* A teddy bear brought to life? She’s literally made to cuddle. She enjoys snuggling and cuddling and will always be the best one to go to when you need some comfort!

* As her S/o……well this is definitely different. Turns out she’s quite the tsundere and will kick you out of being flustered. I will pray for you-

* But other than being a lil bunny with a lot of sass, she can get pretty stressed too due to always making sure her friends don’t do anything stupid (*Ahem* me *ahem*) so she appreciates your attention. She’s just easily flustered.

* The tsundere bunny rabbit is a sweet loving gal. Just watch out for those kicks 😅

Hope you enjoyed reading!

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

hi!

could I pls request lee! Peter one and lers! Two and Three with

“stuhubble ihis an unspoken weapon!!” <3

Peter one (tom) is always saying how he never grows facial hair 😂😂I think it’d be cute!

(Okay! I've always wanted to do something like this! ❤️ Thank you for the prompt Anon! Hope you enjoy ❤️)

"Stuhubble ihis an unspoken weapon!!"

"Of cohourse it is! That's what makes it soho much fun to use," Two cooed.

Meanwhile, Peter 3 adjusted his hold on Peter 1. "And what makes for the cutest laughs from a certain little brother."

Peter 1 squeaked and turtled. "Yohou and your beheard ahare trohouble!"

"Aww, what's wrong? Jealous you can't grow one?" Three teased.

"No! Ihi just know yohou!"

Peter 2 snickered and sat down next to the duo. "Awww, isn't thahat cute."

The youngest scowled. The older two had called and asked if One would like a visit. If Peter 1 had known both brothers were growing out their beards, he would have prepared better. But they had surprised him by tackling him in a hug with those grins that let One know he was going to be tickled to death by their facial hair.

Peter 2 paused and studied One's face. "Hmm . . . I don't know Three, how do you think he would look with facial hair?"

One's eyes widened. "What?"

"Personally, I don't think it would look the best on him." Three squished his cheeks. "Too baby faced."

One blushed and squirmed. "Ruhude!"

"Ihi don't know, he might look cute with a wittwe mustache," Two teased.

One groaned. "Yohou knohow Ihi cahant grohow ohone!"

"That's okay." Three booped his nose. "You'wre pwecious juwst the way youw awre."

The blush on One's face grew even darker. "Nahat prehecious."

Two rolled his eyes. "One day you'll see it."

"Trust us bud, you're the most precious Bug there is."

"And we'll keep telling you until you see it."

One's neck and face were a sheet of red, but a grin pulled at his lips. Sometimes his brothers were just loving idiots.

One felt Two scoot closer. "About the facial hair Bug, trust us, you don't want to grow any. It's itchy."

"Ihit looks cohool thohough."

"Looks can be deceiving," Three commented as he rested his chin on the youngest shoulder. "Take a feel."

"Wha-?" One squealed as Three nuzzled his bearded face into One's neck.

"Sehee?" The middle brother teased. "So scratchy."

"Jeherk!"

"If you think that feels scratchy." Two tugged up One's shirt. "You should feel it on your tummy."

"WaAAIT!"

Peter 2 nuzzled his face into One's tummy.

"Vehery scratchy indeed," Three teased.

"Yohou know what mahakes it more 'scratchy'?" Two asked.

"What's that?"

"You mix them with berries."

"Wait!"

In response, Peter 2 nuzzled back into One's tummy and added in some raspberries.

One screamed.

"Ohokay, it dohoes make it mohore itchy!" Three exclaimed. "Lehet me try."

The next instant, Three joined Two on the nuzzles and raspberries on One's neck. The youngest exploded into loud cackles and squeals. Their beards were torturous, but a fun torturous.

"OHOKA." One snorted. "KAHAY! OHOKAY!"

Both Peter 2 and 3 stopped their tickles.

The youngest slumped into Three. "Noho fahacial hahai*hic*."

The older two wheezed.

"Shuhut uhu*hic*uhup!"

"Sehee bud? Wahay to scrahatchy," Three soothed and ruffled the youngest's hair.

"Yeheah . . . buhut fuhun."

The grins on the older brothers' faces made One bury his face into Three's shoulder.

"Mahaybe facial hair is worth it," Two teased as he scratched his chin.

And Peter 1 had to "reluctantly" agree.

[iznsfw]

pls xiaoting smut w male reader

Risque

Kep1er's Shen Xiaoting x Male Reader Smut

Categories: semi-public sex; slight exhibitionism; anal; daddy kink; revenge sex(?)

Nothing could describe the joy I feel at finally being able to post with curly quotation marks. Enjoy the little things.

Thanks to @sinswithpleasure, @co-reborn, @ggidolsmuts and @writerpeach for helping me out with the Chinese parts!

As careless as the nature of the act was, it was actually planned beforehand by the two of you, almost as if it were some kind of important meeting composed of the most powerful people in the world. The location and time were also talked over days before it happened, as well as the number that would be jotted down on the buttons by a would-be hot and bothered Shen Xiaoting. 

She was the one who initiated the conversation, after all. She was the one who nervously confessed to you what she was scheming after you expressed your concern over the unusual amount of time she spent spacing out. When she had finished illustrating to you her plan, you were stunned to say the least. But Xiaoting waited for the dead silence to make way for your approval.

Despite your love for your girlfriend, you had to be honest with her. You called it petty revenge. This was something only ignorant teenagers would dream up of to make their oblivious crushes “jealous”. That's so fucking immature, you said. Childish too, you said. Haven't you moved on yet? But you had to admit that you got the winning end in this; all you had to do was two very easy things: open and close the door of the phone booth when you got there, then have Xiaoting in any way you wanted.

The offer was too tempting. So, despite the angel on your shoulder urging you to do the right thing, you agreed.

But(t) you were definitely going to “do” the right thing anyway, you thought, as you eyed Xiaoting's rear end while she walked in front of you. God, it looked even more gropeable in those black leather jeans. Just the sight of that ass could cause eighteen car crashes in this city and probably an uproar from horny journalists.

You did not hold back a playful spank. Xiaoting was surprised, but then giggled and scolded you, telling you to wait just a bit more. “It isn’t very far from here now, you know,” she told you, booping your nose.

She was right; just a few more steps led you and Xiaoting to a phone booth by brown wood. It held an old telephone of the same color on its walls, which were decorated by vintage movie posters and signs. The movies they promoted were several decades old already. One of them showed a surprised Marilyn Monroe, and a full-body shot of her under large red letters spelling out one of her classics.

Just by those posters, you could tell this was not like any of the other booths that stood before it. This was the telephone booth, the special one in which you would perform Xiaoting’s plan with her.

You took two cautious looks at your surroundings. Once the few people that passed by were distracted enough by their phones, newspapers, or rowdy children, you quickly ushered Xiaoting into the booth.

Once you entered and closed the door, the lust overtook you. You had been trying to keep it to a behaved amount during the walk here, but now that you were offered a space where you could safely let it out,you realized you just had to make use of it.

You pinned Xiaoting against the wall roughly. The tightness of the place didn't help make moving around easy. But what prodded you on was the satisfied smile Xiaoting made before she ordered you:

“Kiss me.”

You leaned in and did what she asked. Her hands curled around the sides of your face while yours did so on her wide hips. Both of you immediately felt warm from just a kiss, but Xiaoting let the untamed lust she shared with you take control of the kiss; she constantly sought a deeper connection, greedily holding you close and letting the French kiss birth an insatiable hunger inside her.

Tongue twisted around tongue and trailed across the perfect pair of pink lips. Wet saliva accented the hot gaspy breaths and sighs that were lost in the passionate kiss. Xiaoting could feel herself getting wetter and wetter by the second, making her whimper helplessly with each lock of your lips. But you aided her horniness by constantly rubbing your knee at her core clothed by the tight leather. 

Xiaoting's loud moans started to fill the air. You helped add more to those luscious sounds by giving her kisses that were hot on her neck. Several were placed here on her pretty throat and one at her sharp jaw. Another sneaky kiss was given to her collarbone which you swore was carved by the gods themselves. You licked along the line it drew and watched how Xiaoting desperately rode your knee for friction, gasping at your hands sliding down her curves and grabbing her tits over the tight gray tube top.

“Hmm, hngmh, oh fuck, baby.” She whimpered at the satisfying sensation of your hands dutifully kneading her ass. She rocked back and forth on your knee, and you would forever find it impossible to describe how hot your girlfriend looked rolling her tight, slender body lewdly against you for more of the sinful pleasure. The way her hips swayed in circles was hypnotizing.

You looked up at Xiaoting although her eyes were slightly lidded due to the dizzying pleasure. “Still wanna go on with the plan?”

Your teeth clamped around her earlobe and sucked on it. Xiaoting cursed softly, a sound that was quiet yet added fuel to the fire that was your raging lust. 

Took a look at her thighs and ass in those jeans and realized what a waste it would be not to spank her through the leather. You spanked her once, and she trembled. Continuing evoked several whimpers from her. Each slap got her dangerously turned on. Just the feeling of the pain stinging her skin made her clit pulse needily. She could already feel her panties getting ruined.

“More.”

You smiled; you were happy to give her what she asked for. You felt around her crotch area and slapped her pussy that was sure to be soaked right now to get her even more worked up. 

“Y-yes,” she replied weakly. You weren't sure if that was an answer to your question or an approving moan to your spanking. “That's the whole point of this after all.”

“Hmph, fine. I still think it's petty.”

“So what?” Xiaoting raised her eyebrow at you feistily before typing in the number. "Doesn't he deserve to know how much better you fuck me? How much better you treat me after I put up with all his shit?”

“Hm, maybe.”

You tugged off her jacket to get a full view of her in the tube top. She looked hotter than you expected; her beautiful arms and shoulders looked delicious exposed like that. It almost seemed like the top was specifically created for her with the way it perfectly accented her bust and body. The fabric hugged her tits and torso while letting you get a peek of her tight midriff AKA the second best place to cum on.

“God, Xiaoting, you're so fucking sexy.”

Xiaoting flashed you a feisty smile as she held the telephone to her ear, cocking her head to the side.. “I know.”

Her hips rolled in lewd circles so that her ass could meet your hands easily. You could tell that all the heavy petting and kissing had gotten her all hot and bothered. She was becoming more and more desperate for you, and she was not at all ashamed to show it.

With just one downward zip, her jeans fell to the ground along with her panties. You took those and her suddenly intimidating eyes as signs that she wanted you to take her as roughly as you would in the bedroom, even with the semi-public space the two of you were in. 

And who were you to refuse her?

Xiaoting groped your erection playfully before she undid your pants as well. They soon joined hers in a pool of fabric on the floor. She eagerly watched you align your shaft with her entrance, admiring your size as if it was your first time with her all over again.

You pushed forward.

Xiaoting threw her head back, causing the pop art posters on the wall to partially fall off. You let out a grunt to show that you were stunned too; her cunt was as tight as her body was, as wet as the kisses you laid upon her skin. The tightness clung to you even as you started moving, like it was begging you to stay nestled inside her silken pussy.

You decided to set a steady pace. Her pulsating pussy hugged your rod tighter as you performed blunt thrusts aimed upwards. Xiaoting's mouth hung open as she could only savor the satisfying rubs your cockhead did at the right spots and your veins did to her walls. 

“Ohhh my god. This feels so fucking good.”

You and Xiaoting started kissing again. Your tongue curled upwards to explore the roof of her mouth briefly before twisting around her tongue again. You constantly provoked deep sighs from her with your steady fucking and lips, which had already memorized the paths they took to her neck, cheek, and shoulders. 

Her deep and sultry moans were your main motivations. But what strangely motivated you even more in this situation was the sound of Xiaoting’s ex picking up the phone.

“Hello?”

“Oh fuck. Oh!” Xiaoting could barely cope with your suddenly swift thrusts. Her eyes were shut as she held onto the telephone for dear life. “H-hi, Rich. It's, hah, been so… l-long, hasn’t it?”

Her broken voice was a familiar sound to him. “Xiaoting?” Rich asked in disbelief. “Is that you?”

You beginning to pepper kisses on her neck and shoulders wasn't helpful at all, but that was the point, wasn't it? To make it sound obvious that she was getting railed right now and that it felt so much better than when he did it to her? 

You drove her into the wall with each deep plug of your dick in her wet pussy. Xiaoting’s mewls just told you that she loved the way you stretched it out and pushed it to its limits. You watched how the swollen lips welcomed you by swallowing your member and keeping its grip vice-like and how her tiny hole was forced apart to let you in. Through all that, Xiaoting's fingers maintained their deathly grip on the telephone.

“Yes! Just wanted to drop by.”

“I missed you. I didn't know you’d actually call me like I asked you.”

Wait, so that fucker tried to contact her even before Xiaoting made the plan? Maybe you should have agreed to the plan from the start.

You were furious. Xiaoting was yours, and yours only. Nothing would change that. Definitely not a desperate text message from a lonely guy from her past.

You started to amplify your thrusts. Xiaoting yelped in surprise, holding onto the phone tighter. She shut her eyes in endurance as you began to suck at the pulse point on her neck. She crowned your head with her palm and pushed it closer for more.

“I didn't either. There won't be another time though. I—”—her moan was breathy now, probably because of your thumb on her clit—”can't do this properly… he's fucking me too well… oh god, daddy!”

Once her lips had let slip of your title, your feral instincts came out. They told you to give this brat a good pounding, to use her body hard and rough to let her ex seethe with the same jealousy you felt whenever somebody ogled at your girlfriend like you weren't there with her. They told you to go batshit crazy.

You couldn't take it anymore. You bent Xiaoting over, twisting her body so that she had to lie with her stomach flat on the desk. There, you plowed into her unforgivingly. Xiaoting let a scream slip through her lips, accidentally dropping the telephone because her hands were wrapped in your fist and pinned behind her back. But unfortunately for Rich, the phone still dangled near her mouth. Rich could still hear everything that was going on.

You lifted your hand as high as you could then slapped her ass with it. She cried out, more wetness gushing forth. Another slap rendered her babbling incoherently. Her butt started to roll in circles to meet your ministrations, asking for more of the pain and pleasure that came with your forceful blunt humps on her leaking pussy and the harsh spanks.

It was fascinating to see how weak Xiaoting became for you in just a matter of minutes. Just a while ago, she was strolling around the city of Seoul with confidence and self-assurance. But now? Oh, how greatly things have changed. She had transformed into your dumb, babbling slut, leaking from her used pussy and her pink lips.

“Xiaoting?” Rich asked with concern. “Are you okay? What’s going on?”

Rich was such a dumb fuck. That was probably why Xiaoting left him. Of course she was far from okay! Her insides were being wrecked mercilessly by your length and girth while she was being spanked over and over. Couldn’t he hear her screaming like her life depended on it?

You let him know what was going on by giving Xiaoting back to back spanks. Each one stung your palm, but you kept doing it for the sake of hearing Xiaoting’s cries of pain and seeing her ass cheeks turn almost as red as her pretty face. A hand mark was already imprinted on her right cheek, and even that didn’t stop you from hitting that bubble butt.

“Oh god… oh, yes!” she cried out. “I mean, yes, I'm okay. D-don't worry about it. How are you?"

She was still trying to keep up the act. That wouldn't do at all; you made it your goal to make her as breathless as possible, furthering the yank of your hips so your cock could sheathe itself deeper inside her cunt. You forced your thick tip to travel all the way to her cervix and stimulated all the right spots with your veiny girth.

“I'm doing alright, Xiaoting. I missed you so much. I—”

“Fuck!”

Xiaoting was forced to rudely interrupt her ex again as her uncontrollable sobs resurfaced when you reached from behind her to stimulate her nub. Her hips spasmed and stuttered, moving in the same direction as your quick rubs that created an obscene wet sound. She could barely grab onto something to keep herself stable because her hands were fastened in between your curled fingers at her back. So her body could only rock continuously back and forth, to and fro, left and right—trying to get away from you at once but begging desperately for more too. 

“Ah! Ah! Fuck, daddy, it’s so deep!” No matter how hard Xiaoting tried to keep herself together despite your drilling, she always came undone. “D-daddy, daddy, I’m going to cum, I'm going to cum, I'm going to—”

Squirming and scrambling, Xiaoting broke into a mess of guttural screams and foreign curses. Her screams of pleasure almost overpowered the sounds of your hips slapping her ass and your groans. Her legs buckled as she came hard, losing all feeling in her legs although the pleasurable feeling still kept overwhelming her pussy.

“Daddy! Daddy, too much! Too much!”

Too much, she complained, but you knew Xiaoting liked it that way. So you crossed the lines that were probably never drawn in the first place and pounded her harder. Faster in order to drain your twin balls knocking against her pussy with each rough shove.  

Soon the walls wrapping around your dick contracted tighter, and Xiaoting started to whine helplessly in pitchy Chinese, something you knew very well was a sign that she was—

"小婷受不了了啦！！" 

Xiaoting was squirting. Showers of girl cum started to wet the floor. It increased the abundant arousal leaking out of her pussy which helped you drive into her even with the tightness. 

It was all so fucking hot to witness: Xiaoting, her face red, becoming unable to endure anymore and resorting to cursing dirtily in Chinese while she dirtied the phone booth floor with her cum. She was going insane, the lust making her struggle in your grip and cling onto your cock. The grasp of her walls onto you was enough to milk you dry.

“Xiaoting, you’re so fucking tight,” you said, gritting your teeth as you put more force into your pounding. “You're going to make daddy cum, babygirl.”

Her mouth directly next to the telephone, Xiaoting whined and cried out: “Yes, please, daddy! Paint your babygirl's pussy with your load! She’s nothing but a cumdump, nothing but your cumdump!”

Now that you had her permission, you were filled with determination. You were determined to show that pathetic ex of hers that Xiaoting is yours. You were determined to let him hear how good she felt now that she was with you. Let him hear you claiming her.

“Yes! Your cum feels so warm in me, daddy!” Xiaoting made sure to say loudly to the mouthpiece of the telephone. “You fuck me so well, please give me another of your load!”

“Oh, I will, but this time, I'll do it on your round bubble butt.”

Xiaoting practically blushed in excitement. Anal with you was always a great experience. Rich would surely be jealous since he had never dared to try that with her.

“Xiaoting,” said Rich, this time with a sharpness to his voice, “this isn’t funny. Do you think this would make me any happier?”

“Oh my god!”

Xiaoting was deaf to his words. She was too focused on the sensation of her puckered hole being, as promised, invaded by your dick. You almost let out a louder-than-usual groan at how much tighter her ass was. This was going to be harder than fucking her pussy that was almost virgin-like with the way it contracted on your dick.

You sat back onto the wooden seat and pulled Xiaoting onto your lap. She squealed in surprise, but made sure to grab the telephone and hold it near your bodies thrusting and grinding on one another for gratification. That way, Rich could clearly hear everything, from the slapping and groaning to her ecstatic screams and cries.

An example of that would be:

“Haah! Hngmh! Oh!”

Your hands on her hips, you slammed Xiaoting up and down your dick. Her pussy juices slipped down to your dick colliding with her asshole, serving as supple lube to make it easier for you to fuck her. Xiaoting breathlessly aided the leak by filling her pussy with her own fingers. She gasped girlishly at how it being penetrated in her two holes at the same time felt: heavenly.

“You’re… so! fucking! big! in my ass, daddy!” said Xiaoting, shouting every time your thrusts took a sharper turn. "And, and my pussy's still leaking with your cum. Please creampie and make my asshole sore too, daddy!"

Xiaoting's fingers dipped repeatedly inside her cunt. They entered to fill every corner of the tight slit and exited with white dripping from them. Her asshole tightened every three seconds because of the doubled pleasure, motivating you to stretch her bubble butt out till it was as sore as her pussy.

Her tits wildly bounced up and down, two fat pillows of tempting flesh that struggled to keep themselves beneath the fabric of the gray top. Xiaoting could only groan in pleasure when you grabbed one bouncing breast and sucked at her neck at the same time. You could feel her hard nipple sliding against your palm. You pinched and toyed with it gladly while your lips left smooches all over her skin.

She wiggled her ass on your dick in return and leaned her head back on your shoulder. From this angle, you could see her ecstatic face—eyes rolled back but occasionally widening at the impact and mouth agape to shamelessly let the world hear how good she was feeling. Sighs left that very mouth as you ravaged her neck like a hungry vampire. Your teeth and tongue had violated her neck so much that purple marks began to show themselves on the path of gleaming pale skin. 

The sex was making it hard to comprehend anything. You were starting to lose your mind—the colors of the posters taped to the booth were a blur, and the sounds of Rich angrily telling Xiaoting off were unheard. All that you understood was your stomach was tightening, a sure sign of your climax coming, and that Xiaoting looked so fucking hot coyly swaying her hips side to side on your dick. Just afew more bounces and you were going to cum. 

Xiaoting’s ass rose—

“You think you can hurt me with this, Xiaoting? I’ve been hurt worse by better!—”

—and descended,—

“—It’s not fucking funny! I’ve been going crazy without you and then you call me up—”

—rose—

“—just to make me listen to your new boyfriend railing you!”

—and—

“Cum in my ass, daddy.”

As if her words were a command you were programmed to automatically obey, you blew your load into the brown ring that was gaping to fit your rod. Your lap was a sticky mess of your semen and Xiaoting’s fluids, but Xiaoting still remained seated on it. Perhaps she thought sitting on the floor was not a better idea than your lap because of your clothes and undergarments stained with her squirt. Or maybe she just liked being daddy’s girl.

The whole place smelled like sex and sweat. Several posters had fallen to the floor and the only chair in the booth was dripping of your cum and your girlfriend’s. Not to mention that a poor old lady was staring at you from the window of the booth with wide traumatized eyes, frozen in place.

However, Xiaoting was unfazed by all the mess. She even crossed one leg over the other, listening to Rich rant about her supposed sluttiness and ungratefulness from the phone.

“And I bet that there’s no romance in that new relationship you have!” Rich angrily yelled. “Just fucking and sleeping! That’s no fucking better than what we had!”

“He just fucked my ass, Rich,” Xiaoting told him matter-of-factly. “Of course he’s better.”

[amazingmsme]

The "Worst" prompts sounds fun! What about #19 with Alastor? Pls 🥺

I’m slowly working my way through these, bare with me. I loved writing this, I hope you enjoy!

Alastor was composed. It’s what he always portrayed himself as: the scary, stern demon who ran the joint, no matter how much Charlie said she was the boss. He knew who was really running the show.

He loved to put on a show for others, and that normally entailed scaring the shit out of them. And scary people were either completely unhinged, or totally composed. And he preferred the latter. Angel however, did not.

“Hey toots, where you off to in such a hurry?” he purred, slinging an arm over his shoulder and changing the direction Alastor had been walking.

“That’s my business, not yours,” he said, trying to slip away. Angel had a surprising grip.

“Y’know, I was talkin’ to the girls an’ we seem to be in agreement on somethin’.” Alastor rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

“And what is that?”

“We don’t like how you’re tryin’ to pull the rug out from under Charlie,” he snapped, pointing a stern finger in his face. Alastor barely controlled an eye twitch. His smile stretched wider as he folded Angel’s hand back in a fist.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean. I’ve been nothing but helpful with her endeavors! I’m her prime sponsor!” he cheered.

Angel crossed all four of his arms, even tapping a foot. “Look, you may have her fooled, but Vags an’ I aren’t so naive as to trust ya.” Alastor’s patience was thinning, but he mustered a condescending smile.

“Look at you, using proper grammar! I’m so proud,” he cooed, reaching up to pat his head. Angel gawked and stumbled back, snatching his wrist.

“You think I’m playin’ but I’m not! We don’t know what your angle is, but we don’t trust you for a second. So just do us a favor, and let her run things herself without swoopin’ in to steal her thunder, alright?” he asked, shoving him back. Alastor waited for him to turn his back before he spoke.

“And what if I don’t?” Angel stopped in his tracks and turned around.

“Excuse me?”

“What? It’s a simple fact that there’s nothing any of you could do to stop me if I decide to get out of line,” he said, the last words mingled with static and a piercing ear ringing.

Before he knows it, Angel is right in front of him, glaring daggers down at him. From this perspective, he could imagine how intimidating he could’ve been in life. He didn’t know much about him from before he died, but he did know he was in the mob. And he had enough sense to know what they were capable of.

Which was why he was stumbling backwards and stuttering. He saw him rolling up his sleeves, probably planning to beat the shit out of him. There was a reason why he was the sly, devious… cunning kind of murderer, and that was because he was a wuss when it came to actual fights.

“Now w-wait a second.”

“Nah, I’m about sick an’ damn tired of your attitude.” And just like that, his hands were pinned above his head. What was really humiliating was the fact that Angel only had to use one hand to keep them there. He was just about to protest when he felt fingers skitter over his ears. He was caught by surprise and a startled giggle slipped out. Followed by another. And another.

“S-stohohop this ahahat once!” he demanded. Angel shook his head and tsked.

“I really would, but I don’t want to. I gotta say, seein’ you like this really douses what fear and respect I had left for you!” he teased, attacking his torso with his second pair of arms. Alastor shrieked and doubled over, staticky laughter pouring from his mouth.

“Ihihi will behehe sure to i-invoke thahahat fear tenfold!” he managed to growl out. Angel just laughed at him, using one hand to boop his nose before scribbling along the backs of his ears.

Alastor shook his head back and forth, desperately attempting to thwart his tickling hands.

It must’ve been ten minutes before Angel stopped. Alastor was a flustered, panting mess. Angel looked him up and down with a satisfied hum and a shrug. He leaned in and purred, “Back the hell off or else I’ll teach you another lesson.” He gave his cheek a pat, perhaps a little harder than was necessary. He sauntered off, leaving Alastor leaning against the wall.

He called after him, “You are by far the worst demon in hell!”

Without looking back, Angel said, “Aww that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me!”

[slashersangel]

im gonna boop you now-

uwu

Lets get down to business..to defeat thw Hanssss :D I wanna request poly!lost boys(pls include pretty boy michael uwu) with a fem s/o who is COMPLETELY human BUT ..She was the only one in her family that was human, born with superpowers. I would say elemantal control bc it's pretty cool admit it- ..so what if i watch the avatar or legend of korra ?! Sheesh, enjoy this should be fun

The usual elemants would Fire, Earth, Water, Wind. I would also add lava, metal, ice, snow..BUT WOAH SLOW DOWN, there is a catch here ya see? She doesn't know how to control her powers AT ALL and she has had a few problems in the past and currently atm.

Bye, have fun! Also, if u had a superpower what would it be? Mine would be dark matter or something that involves like dark witchcraft..not bc Im emo I- nvm lmao but have fun with this! ♡♡♡

*hug*

Ooh this is a good one! And if I were to have a power it would definitely be either energy manipulation (like wanda from marvel) or uhm… definitely control over nature like plants and animals and stuff! <3 and wow i haven’t thought of avatar or legends of Korra in forever! Thanks for jogging that memory.

these kitten gifs make me feel better because my cat ran away a few days ago 😭😭

Ploy! Lost Boys + michael with s/o who has powers! (fem)

• it started off with it raining whenever you were sad, thundering when you were angry or upset. At first it was very broad things that the boys thought maybe it was just a coincidence. But the other night, it was completely clear outside, not a cloud in the night sky, but after you had finished a sad movie (spoiler the dog died) you were trying to hard not to cry, they could tell, thats when the clouds rolled in, and when you started crying after Paul asked you what was wrong, the rain started.

• David and Dwayne looked at each other but the others didn’t seem to notice, too busy taking care of the crying you. Now, David and Dwayne have heard of witches before, never actually came across one before. They wouldn’t have even thought you were one until tonight.

• The six of you were over on the beach after chasing out a couple of people from their bonfire. It was chilly out due to the up take in wind, you had a shaw to keep you warm, key word is had. Paul and Marko took it from you to hit each other with.

• you were upset because you were cold and instead of asking for one of their jackets, you pouted and stared down Paul and Marko as they went ankle deep into the ocean. You bit the inside of your cheek and stared harder, which David noticed and he was about to hand you his jacket or make Michael do it, but there was a flash in your eyes that made him wait, and he’s glad he did because not a second later, a huge wave came crashing down on Paul and Marko.

• the boys laughed and you smiled before asking if they were okay. When you were asleep on David’s lap that night, he talked to Dwayne about it. Wait— he thinks you what? Made the wave? Sure… ya know David, you should get some rest with y/n

• David wasn’t as sure as he liked, so he brushed it off as a coincidence. Then Dwayne started think about it as well, maybe you were a witch or something without knowing.

• and the next night, they were all in your house and Paul, Marko and Michael has made it their mission to see which one was the better flirt, you wouldn’t give them an answer so they just decided to use their best pick up lines on you. It didn’t help that you were also making some food and at the end of Marko’s line (one of very many) he kissed you. When that happened, the eye you were boiling your water on caught fire. You quickly extinguished it and blamed it on the heat being too high, hiding the real truth.

• A few days later, they talked to you about it, to which you were completely surprised at, but you answered them. You were born human but had abilities, you could control the elements, the only one in your family with that could, and you didn’t know how to control them very well, explaining the fire incident. But you couldn’t control it, and you didn’t mean for the wave to hit Paul and Marko, but you were just so upset that it just happened!

• They all silently took it in, well Paul immediately asked if you could make lighting hit someone to which you shrugged at but Dwayne shut it down immediately. They asked you all sorts of questions about it too. Hey y/n can you light this on fire? Hey y/n, can you make an earthquake? Y/N, could you grow weed? Hey y/n, say someone was in the ocean, and you didn’t like the person could you— No Paul.

• they’s definitely try and help you control your powers so there isn’t a hurricane every time you cry over your favorite character dying. Baby, it’s okay, it’s not real, please don’t wipe out the whole western seaboard.

• they wouldn’t know what to do really, they associate controlling your powers like controlling their blood lust or mastering their mind tricks. With David, he tries and get you to master the harder elements like fire, metal or air. Yeah it might suck really bad whenever you don’t get it, or god forbid accidentally get hurt while doing it, (if that happens then you’d be banned from ever using that element) But he’d basically tell you to suck it up and continue and give a really shitty explanation of how to do it, because hey, he doesn’t know either. but you’ll end up getting distracted because he get’s frustrated that you’re not getting it.

• with dwayne, he takes a slow approach, he’d definitely find a book about it (how?), or about learning control and read it so he could teach you. He’d be one of those teachers where he’d put a cup of water in front of you and be like, now do something. Like what do you want her to do sir? SiR? If you want help, definitely go to him, he’s most likely to actually get anything done.

• Michael will try and mimic what Dwayne is doing to help you without the reading portion. He’d end up getting distracted and asking you to do something with your powers for him. Like, hey y/n, can you fill up my water? And you get confused when he spits it out. Y/N this is salt water???? Sorry babes. That would start a lesson on making drinking water and salt water, so at least you can do that now!

• now onto the terror twins. They’d definitely try and teach you together but end up getting absolutely nothing done except terrorizing people on the boardwalk. Like, hey y/n blow that girl’s hat away, she was looking at you funny. Y/N blow up that dude’s drink in his face, he was staring at your boobs earlier. You end up doing half of what they say, minus the more dangerous ones like lighting a girl’s scarf on fire, striking someone with lighting. (Paul >:()

• Paul would definitely ask you to strike Marko, come on y/n, he can take it! Then Marko would be all like, maybe i can take it… no Markie, you cannot take it.

• you’d run into the cave one night, excited, bouncing off the walls and when the boys would ask you what got you all happy, you’d show them. After a few deep breaths and a few moments of concentration, snow started falling inside the cave. When you opened your eyes, you saw the boys standing there dumbfounded, completely surprised that you could do this. You laughed and giggles with joy.

• I headcanon that since Michael went from Phoenix to Cali, he has never seen snow, but he knew from the moment it landed on him what it was and he was genuinely shocked, but he enjoyed it with you as you smiled and laughed in excitement. They loved how joyous you were about this and couldn’t help but smile along with you and your uncontainable excitement.

i really liked making this :), lemme know if you want a part 2??? also i’d love it be a witch? mostly because i grew up watching charmed but also because that’d be so fun?? whatttt

[miekasa]

mie….could we please get college au eren headcanons👉🏽👈🏽

Of course. I’m always thinking about his big head anyway <33 might as well put it good use.

One thing he learned in college is how to make his hyperfocus/fixation episodes work for him; that’s why he schedules all his classes as close together as possible. He’d rather have class back to back for 5 hours, than have it spread out with hours in between lectures, because that increases his changes of cutting.

You can always tell when he’s in class and/or what class he’s in by how much he responds to your messages. If he doesn’t text back at all, he’s in a class that hard or one he enjoys, or both. But if he’s sending you iMessage games, then you know he’s in his elective that he couldn’t care else about (and is probably cheating in someway somehow lmfao). 

He usually puts his phone on dnd when he’s in a class that’s important, but you’re in his favorite contacts, so your messages always ring through. What if it’s an emergency and you need him for something? Advanced Roots of Human Biology can wait. 

Some days there are one or two our breaks between his lectures, that’s just how the scheduling works out. When that happens, he usually sneaks into one of your lectures, or goes to your place to take a nap. Your roommates have become accustomed to him, honestly they’ve been considering giving him a key. 

Once, he didn’t realize that your lecture was basically a seminar, with you, the prof and maybe six other students. He still stayed lmao, and the prof was so amazed by his dedication, that she didn’t even mind. Occasionally, you’ll catch the two of them talking after lecture. It’s pretty cute the way she’s adopted him into the class even tho he’s not on the roster. 

You... have to show him where the library is lmfao. He genuinely has not stepped foot in one until you bring him to one. He likes it tho lmao once he gets used to it. 

Speaking of which, do not give him standard directions to find your classes on campus because all you’ll get is, “Babe, I’m gonna keep it real with you, I’ve never heard of the ‘West Quad’ a day in my life. What building are you near.”

He usually comes to see you in the library after all his lectures are done for the day. Sometimes he does homework, sometimes he’s just fucking around on his computer, sometimes he’s just bothering you. When you have to leave to go to class, he stays behind to watch your stuff so you don’t have to pack everything up and come back. 

Very protective when it comes to keeping your seat for you. No, you cannot take that chair to your table you good for nothing freshman; it’s reserved for you. 

He’ll drag you out of the library if you’ve been cooped up all day, tho. Eren will use his height and his strength against you to get you up. Placates you with kisses when he sees your angry expression, and promises to buy you food.

He takes your backpack for you when you’re walking together,m. His backpack is frustratingly light all the time, even during midterms. You swear all he’s got in there is a pencil and some flashcards. 

If you have night classes, he sticks around to walk you home after, especially in the winter when it gets dark faster. If he’s not already on campus, he’ll walk/drive back to meet you; he just doesn’t like you going home alone. Even if your friend/roommate is in the class with you, Eren will walk or drive the both of you home for his own sanity. 

He plays sports, so he usually has practice most evenings, but he’ll find a way to make time. If practice was particularly brutal, he’ll probably crash at your place.

He loves it when you come to meet him after practice. His whole face lights up and he waves obnoxiously, before he gathers up his stuff and all but sprints towards you. You get a cold water bottle to the face, or a bit of water splashed on you usually, which he takes immense amusement in. 

He knows it’s not possible for you to make it to all of his games, and usually it doesn’t bother him much; you’ve got your own life, and work to worry about. All he asks is that you wear his jersey, or any item of his sports apparel/merch on game day (he’s partial to hoodies).

By the time junior year rolls around, he’s not all that interested in attending parties that aren’t hosted by your friends; so, unless it’s at Connie, Jean, or Reiner and Bertholdt’s place, Eren will usually decline. Even team parties, he’s not crazy about unless it’s to celebrate a championship or something. He’d much rather celebrate with you. 

He does get excited about hosting parties though, and he and Jean become pretty damn good co-hosts. They don’t throw ragers, and that’s probably why Eren likes it so much. It’s usually your friend group and a couple plus ones, some good music, games, weed, and take-out. 

He’ll buy you coffee whenever you ask for it. The first time, he just orders something plain, not really knowing the difference between anything; but give it two or three tries, and he’ll get it perfect. He becomes so good that he can order you something new/different and you’ll love it. 

That’s kind of the start of his own coffee addiction, and more often than not, when he buys you a cup, he’s on his second or third of the day himself. The flavor has really grown on him, okay. 

He much prefers your apartment, but on occasion, he’ll ask you to come to his. You’ve been studying for so long, a change of environment should do you good, he claims. He’s a fucking liar tho because that’s all Eren Talk for “I do genuinely want you to come over, but my plans are to coerce you out of doing your assignments and doing me instead.”

Lmfao he adds you on Apple Watch Rings just so you can see him close his rings every day and laugh at you. Even if yours get closed by virtue of walking around campus or working out or whatever, his numbers are stupidly high because he fucking has practice at least 4 days of the week. 

Of course when you’re running on a soccer field for 2 hours every day, you close your Move Ring five times, Eren. Leave the rest of us alone. 

He buys you guys matching accessories for your keychains. It’s something pretty cute, and slightly random, but it reminded him of you. It also serves as a reminder to himself to take his fucking keys with him when he leaves his house. 

He sleeps like a fucking rock, so do not let him fall asleep in the library. Waking him up is a mission, and he’s never happy to be woken up. He looks kinda cute tho. 

He schedules dates for you and his friends. Usually by accident, but hear me out. Sometimes he’ll make plans with Armin, then forget that he has class or a test or something; so his solution is to text you, “hey, i forgot min and i were supposed to go some aquarium tomorrow but i have a midterm so here’s the pdf of my ticket, go with him for me, thanks babe love u” then, boop, you and Armin have an aquarium date Friday evening. 

The same thing happens with Mikasa, though, she usually catches the scheduling conflict before Eren does, and invites you out herself. You and Mikasa hang out quite a bit anyway, so it comes to the point where she tells you when she’s gonna hang out with Eren, so you can make yourself free for when he inevitably remember he has a game that day. 

Mikasa is most amazed that you’ve put up with Eren this long lmao. You’ve certainly lessened her Eren & Armin babysitting hours, and for that she’s eternally grateful. Also, she’s just happy to have another close friend. She loves Eren and Armin, but they’re not the most social beings, and she was literally their only friend besides the other for all their childhood PLEASE she’s so happy you’re around. 

It’s Mikasa, however, who babysits you and Eren whenever you both get too drunk. Says you guys are two peas in a pod (affectionate<2)

If you tell Eren something important that happened, like an internship you got, or a good grade in a class, or something, he usually relays that information to his mom pls. He texts her every day, and if she doesn’t ask for an update on you first, he gives her one.

Carla calls you sometimes, too. At least once every few weeks, just to check on you herself. She really likes you for Eren, and is grateful someone is willing to put up with her hotheaded son. 

Eren’s always using your fucking chapstick. Always. You know he has his own, so why he needs to use yours is beyond you. Finds time to make some dumbass comment about how it’s an “indirect kiss” every time he uses it too. Like bro, we’re dating, and have had many direct kisses why are you like this.

He posts on Instagram every few weeks or so, but you’re on his story every few days. Usually, it’s just a video of you minding your business and doing your work while Eren slowly zooms in before making some loud noise to surprise you, all so he can get your reaction on video and laugh at it. He’s annoying. 

He’s a bit of a copycat when it comes to the products you use. He’ll buy the same brand of pens as you (for that matter, all of his school supplies mirror yours because what does he know about the difference between A4 and A5 notebooks?), put a little hand sanitizer on his backpack like yours (and a lotion, too, for good measure), he even copies your Starbucks order until he finds one he likes for himself. It’s one of his love languages <3

If you’re wondering where your eyelash curler went, Eren stole it to try it on himself, hurt himself, vowed to never use it again, went back because he wanted to “do it right and not give up,” liked the results when he didn’t pinch his eyelid, and now it’s his. 

That being said, stop trying to put your Fenty lipgloss on him, it’s never going to happen. Eye makeup, maybe, only if you sit in his lap and he can have his hands on your ass while you do it. 

What he does love is letting you do his skincare. He will set aside dedicated skincare nights, he adores it. Easily one of his favorite things ever. 

You have his wallet. Not because he’s your sugar daddy or anything (although, if you want something, he’d definitely let you use his card to get it; and even if you bought something without asking, he wouldn’t think twice about it), but because he put it in your bag once and never took it out. 

When you tried to give it back, he just shook his head and told you to keep it, “I have my ID in my phone case anyway, and you’re less likely to lose it. Plus I put all my cards on Apple Pay, so I’m good.”

When you do make it to a game of his, he’s all over you when it’s over. Not in a cocky athlete boyfriend kind of way; in a very sleepy boyfriend kind of way. He’s usually got ice on at least one part of his body, and he’s got half his body weight on you as you walk to the car. 

By the time you guys get back to your place, he’s practically sleep walking. The only thing on his mind is taking a hot shower to soothe his muscles, and heading to bed. The aftermath of game days aren’t all that bad though, because even if you didn’t show, you’re always there to kiss him when he’s home and massage his shoulders, and cuddle him to sleep; and that’s his favorite part. 

[ashdreams2023]

can i request some lady loki fluff? she lives at the avengers tower with her partner, one day after a mission her partner comes back with two stray kittens and tony decides the team could use two little pets. one of the kittens becomes very attached to the reader (loki’s partner) so the little cat is around them a lot and loki gets a little jealous of the animal bc it’s taking so much of her partners attention? so she shapeshifts into a cat and curls up on the readers lap and later she tells reader what’s bugging her and reader makes time for her by letting someone watch the cat for a while? lots of fluff and kisses pls (if kisses are too nsfw pls don’t write them i don’t want to make you uncomfortable!) sorry if it’s too detailed lol feel free to do your thing with this. thank you :33

Adorable!!!

Kittens

"Of my god!" Said wanda.

Everyone dropped everything when they heard the witch scream in delight.

"What are you two up to now?" Said Sam.

You held the kittens in your hands up for everyone to see, all excited and giddy to show them off.

"Their mama died…so I took them!"

Loki watched the whole thing from afar, she liked cats personally so it was quite pleasant to see them around.

"I guess they can keep the place a little refreshing" tony booped one of the kittens nose "but I get to name one" you giggled nodding then handing him one.

"I’m gonna name you….moon, but it’s a full one tonight" the kitten meowed cutely at her new name and you just couldn’t wait to spend more time with her.

Loki sighed smiling to herself before getting up and scratching the kittens little head "she’s cute"

"Right!"

Loki really thought this would be a good change but damn was she wrong.

"Aren’t you the cutest little thing" you cooed at the dinner table, you were bottle feeding the cat while everyone was eating.

That was fine then you started involving that in your private time alone.

You won’t cuddle with her and rather play with the kitten and even on missions you don’t go with her anymore with the excuse that you have to watch moon.

It was getting frustrating, she wanted attention and you weren’t you weren’t acknowledging her needs.

"Screw it." She shifted into a black kitten and jumped on your lap where you help moon and snuggled you.

"Loki, are you ok?" She didn’t say anything and just closed her eyes. You let her be, moon didn’t mind the company too.

After she woke up you had a little talk with her.

"What’s wrong?"

"…..you don’t spend time with me anymore because of moon" you felt bad because she had a point, you’ve been spending extra time with the kitten, probably more than you expected to.

"I’m sorry you felt that way, I can ask Tony or wanda to sit them for a while everyday"

"Promise?" She pouted.

You chuckled cupping her face in your hands and kissing her cute nose "I promise"

That’s how it went after that, you had moon be with tony and the other kitten at night time because he stays up late and apparently he made a little playground in his lab for them.

While you cuddled and watched a movie with your favorite goddess princess.

"Don’t fall asleep!" You said.

"You’re so comfy" she smiled.