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This was so cute, I love Dwayne so much and how soft he is 🥺❤️

Man of Your Midsummer Night’s Dreams

Dwayne x GN Fae Reader

Hope y’all enjoy this sweet little meet cute fic for Dwayne and Fae reader! Was really going for a ‘intimidating tough guy x sunshine reader’ trope hehe.

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Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Dwayne awoke with a start, fumbling around in the dark. He patted around his necklace, only to find another piece missing.

He growled lowly to himself and jumped down from the ceiling, waking the boys.

Paul yawned, rubbing his eyes. “What’s wrong man, why ya up so early?”

Dwayne frowned. “It happened again.”

Marko leapt down to the floor beside Dwayne. “Dude that’s crazy,” he scratched his head in confusion. “How could someone…I mean how did they…” he sighed.

“I don’t know,” Dwayne’s hands balled into fists. “But I’m gonna find out.”

You zipped around the boardwalk, snagging pins from jackets, buttons from bags, and dangly earring from ears, leaving a glamor in their place so as not to alert the owner to your thieving. You filled your arms with any shiny object you could get your hands on.

Humans were simple, you thought to yourself as you weaved in and out of the massive crowd of people, so easily charmed and tricked.

You paused to watch the sight of them bumbling around the boardwalk, unaware of your presence and the mischief you were causing. You laughed to yourself.

While you were largely indifferent to humans, there were a few you liked more than others.

Like this one. You cloaked yourself with invisibility, allowing your catlike smile to disappear into the sea air.

You tailed the dark haired man, his beauty beckoning like a candle in the dark.

You toyed with his hair, taking a strand between your fingers and pulling lightly. You stilled when his head turned just slightly. Could he see you?

He shrugged and returned to joking around with his friends, probably blaming your ministrations on the wind.

You smirked. He was just some silly human…some silly, pretty human man.

You picked at the charms on his necklace. You’d been visiting him every now and again, taking piece after piece and building a necklace of your own.

You wanted to remember this human when you eventually flitted out of town. They didn’t usually come this cute.

You reached out to pull at the necklace, but before you could, his hand sealed around your wrist.

You gasped, your invisibility fading, causing you to materialize in front of the four men.

You were so shocked, you couldn’t contain the glamor keeping you in human form. Translucent wings, soft and thin as silk, sprouted from your shoulder blades.

The blonde men’s eyes filled with awe as they took in the sight of you, but the dark haired man only scowled.

Your first impulse was to compress to your true form and fly away, but the man growled under his breath, his fangs poking out of his mouth. “Don’t even try it,” he warned.

Your jaw dropped, “you’re- you’re not human,” you stuttered.

The bleach blond man chuckled, “not quite sprite.”

Your nose scrunched in annoyance, “I’m a fairy,” you corrected.

He smirked at you and the dark haired man, “you’re all the same to me.”

You scowled.

The bleach blond man grabbed the two other men by their collars. “We’ll see you back at the cave Dwayne,” his eyes narrowed on you, “seems you’ve got some business to deal with before you head home.”

Your eyes widened in fear. You turned towards Dwayne. “You wouldn’t want my blood, it’s poisonous for vampires,” you lied.

He yanked you into an alleyway nearby and pushed you up against a cold stone wall. “You’re a liar little thief,” he purred.

You squeaked.

“Why did you steal from me?” He demanded.

You gaped like a fish, your eyes taking in his beautiful face. You could lose yourself in those big brown eyes.

You longed to touch his chiseled jaw and feel his stubble beneath your fingers.

You blushed.

He pushed you harder into the stone. “Tell me.”

“Stop! My wings,” you whimpered, the pressure threatening to crack them.

Dwayne’s firm expression never wavered, but he did loosen his grip. “Spit it out,” he demanded.

“I- I liked you,” you confessed. “I just wanted something of yours to keep with me.”

His brow furrowed and he let you down. “What?” he asked.

Your face turned bright red. “Fae we um…we like small little trinket things,” you gestured to his necklace.

“But we like pretty things too,” you shifted on your feet nervously, you felt caught in two different ways.

Dwayne cocked his head. You waited nervously for his reaction.

His lip pulled up into a smirk. “You think I’m pretty?” he teased.

You huffed, your already red face going full tomato. “You don’t have to make a big deal about it,” you pouted.

“Don’t be shy,” he purred, “I think you’re pretty too.”

He ran the back of his hand along your wings gently. “You’re such a delicate little thing, arentcha baby?”

You giggled, your wings twitching with excitement. “Vampires are so interesting,” you leaned in to stroke his chest lightly, “I’ve heard all about your sharp teeth, but no one’s ever told me about your silver tongues.”

His smile was all fang.

You flashed him a pouty look with big puppy dog eyes, “do you forgive me?” you asked, “for taking your things.”

He raised an eyebrow, holding out his hand to you, “why don’t you give them back first.”

You pouted, but reluctantly handed over the charms from his necklace.

“How bout I make you your own baby?” he offered. “Come back to the cave with me, I’ll make you anything you want.”

You beamed, nodding and shrinking down to your true fairy form. You landed, sitting down in the palm of his outstretched hand.

His other hand came around to stroke your cheek with one finger. “You’re adorable like this,” he whispered, “so precious.” He held you reverently.

You blushed, smiling up at him with admiration. You wouldn’t be leaving Santa Carla anytime soon.

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6lostgirl6 · 25 days

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Boop🥺

Boop!❤️

#sixx #sixx answers #answered asks #asks open #asks are appreciated #i love my mutuals

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6lostgirl6 · 29 days

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Haiiii! Can I request Hannigram x gn! Reader that has ARFID(avoidant restrictive food intake disorder)?

Hello! Unfortunately my requests are closed. You can send this again when it opens.

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6lostgirl6 · 1 month

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i think this is the fic that one user was looking for with the mates and lady luring her to the guys i hope this helps!! https://www.tumblr.com/buckybarnesb-tch/734737109155528704/joining-the-pack-lost-boys

Ahhh thank you so much!! Hopefully the user sees this but I really appreciate you finding it!!

#sixx #sixx answers #answered asks #asks are open #asks are always appreciated #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys #tlb 1987 #fic rec

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6lostgirl6 · 1 month

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BRIT THIS WAS THE SWEETEST THING TO READ, THANK YOU SO MUCH AND IM SO GLAD YOU ENJOYED!! I LOVE MIXING HORROR, YOU KNOW ME SO WELL❤️❤️

I'm so happy that you enjoyed my description of the reader in the fic!! I wanted her to have that dangerous siren vibe than the typical pretty mermaids that you regularly see on media!! A monster x monster vibe!!

YESSS PAUL IS THE BEST BOY WITH HYPING YOU UP AND MAKING YOU FEEL GOOD, TAIL OR OTHERWISE ❤️❤️ NOTHING WILL STOP HIM FROM CARRYING HIS MERBABE

Hey bestie❤️🖤❤️ I saw you had one request slot left!

Feel free to delete this if you don’t like the prompt but could you write something for Paul x Siren reader? To me he seems like he’d be the most likely to date another monster (and who better to date a creature who’s whole thing is seducing others, than the master of flirting himself😂) details up to you!

Sea Nymph

Pairing: Paul x Fem Siren!Reader

TW: Written in Paul's POV, Cursing, injured reader, mentions of blood, Vampire Superstitions, Slight Yandere Behavior.

A/N: Thank you for the wonderful request, my dear! I had a blast writing this and I hope you enjoy this! Please note that any gifs I use are not mine! I am open to writing another part if demanded enough! Reblogs are appreciated!!

Word Count: 1.8k

Gif Credits: @lostboysluvr @noonlight-stims @loisfreakinglane

It was a quiet night in Santa Carla, and the boys were spending it within the cave. David was seated in his wheelchair, Dwayne was showing Laddie astonishing pictures from one of his numerous books, and Marko was drawing at the fountain. Paul, on the other hand, was totally bored out of his mind on the couch. He kept listening to the same albums; he was out of pot, and he wasn't hungry because the boys were still full from the night before. His legs were feeling restless, and he wanted to move.

Paul sighed before rising to his feet, adjusting his jacket, and making his way to the exit. "I'll catch ya later!" He said, giving David a sly grin.

"Where you goin'?" Marko asked, setting down his sketchbook and rising up to follow the taller blonde. The two were always inseparable, and Paul never minded the company.

"Goin' for a ride; you wanna go?" Paul asked, pausing at the door to turn towards Marko, his mischievous grin remaining on his face. "I'm getting bored just sittin' around."

"You know I do." Marko retorted, playfully slapping Paul's shoulder before exiting the cave.

Paul turned towards Dwayne and David, giving them a playful wave. "Don't miss us too much!" He laughed and dashed off, ignoring David, who was flipping him off.

This was not how the night was supposed to go.

Paul leaned on the bike's seat, his fingers delicately tapping on the white fabric of his slacks while his hands played an imaginary beat across his thighs. His thoughts were racing, and he was even more fidgety than when he was in the cave. His eyes swept through the people on the boardwalk. His previous plans for pulling mischief on the security guard or other strangers were long abandoned. He had a rare flutter of anxiety in his chest and was perplexed.

What was wrong with him?

On his own bike, Marko was seated next to him, munching on a popsicle from one of the stands. Marko didn't seem to notice that Paul was acting strangely tonight, as the smaller man minded his own business at the worst possible time.

Then everything hit him at once.

His keen hearing detected another sound in the distance, somewhere along the beach, yet his ears gave the impression that it was taking place directly next to him. The eerie sound of crying both captivated and alarmed him. The haunting sounds that caused his thoughts to shut down made him stiffen as he tried to make sense of them. He was forced to narrow his attention to the noise's source while everything else—including the crowd's yelling and the flashing lights—seemed to fade away. The cries had a strangely non-human quality to them.

"Dude, you hear that?" Paul asked quietly, his eyes scanning along the beach underneath the boardwalk.

Marko paused, glancing at the taller blonde with a hint of confusion. "Hear what? The usual sound of kids screaming their heads off?" He remarked with a slight tease.

Paul huffed a little before shaking his head. "You don't hear those cries?" He pointed in the direction it was coming from. "Over there."

Marko focused his hearing in that direction before shaking his head. "No dude, you high or somethin?" He teased.

Paul felt his heart on the verge of breaking and exploding as the cries appeared to become louder abruptly. He felt the need to be protective, so he immediately started his bike.

"I gotta go." Paul said, swiftly yet clumsily switching on his engine and taking off towards the beach before Marko could even reply.

The rumble of the engine and the sound of the breaking waves disrupted the silence, which Paul found uncomfortable as he slowly came to a stop.

He settled on a spot close to the towering sea stacks that serve as the beach's terminus. The seashore was covered in stray rocks and stones that were durable and sharp enough to hurt someone if they weren't careful.

The blonde vampire turned off the motor and slowly put out his kickstand with the edge of his boot. As he stepped off his bike, his ears once again searched for the previous eerie sounds as his eyes took in his surroundings.

He took a few steps and waited for a few seconds before being greeted by additional smashing waves. He sighed angrily and headed back to his bike. Perhaps his mind was playing tricks on him after all.

"Fuck it." He muttered, getting ready to hop onto his bike.

That's when he heard it once more.

From the opposite side of the boulder stacks, faint cries could be heard. He realized they were howls of pain as he got closer. Paul's undead heart would have been pounding in his chest if the organ was still pumping blood.

Someone was harmed, someone valuable, someone significant, and his instincts were resonating throughout his thoughts. Paul rushed forward towards the rocks without pausing; the flare of gold and crimson in his eyes gave them an unhuman appearance. He ascended the rock structure using his vampire abilities, his boots touching the surface as he did so. As his eyes were drawn towards the ground, they widened, and his body grew tense.

Paul has seen various creatures throughout his immortal life, monsters that roamed the earth, yet he has never seen one that roamed the sea.

A Siren, his mate, you.

Your skin had a texture and color resembling that of a shark, being grey with blue undertones, and your hair was knotted and covered in sand. Your hands were webbed, and your razor-sharp fangs and talons coiled into a lethal point. Your eyes were a tiny ring of color, and your pupils were dilated. Your tail was a deadly weapon, with spikes running the length of its sides. You were both eerily gorgeous and completely monstrous.

You were perfect.

When the smell of blood entered his senses and he at last realized what was happening, his pupils dilated. You were caught in a net, the cords cutting into your skin and nicking your face and sensitive gills. His ears were ringing, and he remembered hearing your cries of misery.

"Shit, hold on!" Paul yelled as he sprung from the rocks and sprinted at your helpless form. He sprang back in alarm when your webbed hand pierced the net and your talons reached out to strike at him Your angered hissing echoed in the air as you effortlessly tried to defend yourself despite your predicament.

"Woah, woah, babe!" Paul exclaimed, raising his hands in an attempt to show he wasn't trying to hurt you, that he meant no harm. He paused to take in your appearance for a moment while you hissed at him once more. He couldn't help but think it was adorable, and a small grin broke out on his face.

"I'm just trying to help you." He said softly, bringing his hands down and bending slightly, while attempting to appear non-threatening despite the gleam in his eyes. "You cool with that, babe?" He whispered, his golden eyes meeting your own, silently hoping that your bond would placate you somehow.

You must have felt the connection between you and him as your hissing slowly came to a stop and your hand dropped back onto the sand. You huffed and moved your gaze towards the sand, the fight within you dissipating.

Paul moved closer to you and brought himself to his knees, taking in the damage and knowing he needed to act quickly. Without thinking, his own talons emerged, and he began slashing through the ropes, his own vampire strength assisting him in your freedom.

As he continued slashing, he returned his gaze to you, and your eyes connected with his once more. You watched him with slight apprehension and intrigue, the color of your irises returning as your pupils shrank to normal size. He desperately wished you could say something; your voice would be the most beautiful music. Yet, even if you couldn't, your eyes still spoke a thousand words.

Shit, he's getting like Dwayne.

Once you were finally released, Paul proceeded to wrap his arms around you, one around your waist and the other around your shoulders. He almost purred in satisfaction when your own arms wrapped around his neck, and your face pressed against his neck. He didn't care that your teeth were dangerously close to his jugular; he would gladly die by your teeth if it meant saving you. Despite the fact that your tail made you well over six feet tall and heavy, Paul was able to pick you up without any problem.

"I gotcha, babe." He whispered against your fin-like ear, treading towards the water. He hesitated at the shoreline, knowing the consequences of trying to cross through running water. Did the ocean really count? He didn't know, but he was going to find out.

He stepped into the water, slowly moving through the lapping water as he tread through. Instantly, his legs felt like they were on fire, moving through lava rather than the salty water of the ocean. With a small hiss of pain, he continued until the water reached his thighs.

With another hiss of pain, he placed you into the water, his arms stinging as he released you, and you instantly launched into the water, disappearing into the darkened depths.

He sighed in a mixture of disappointment and sadness, knowing that you must not have felt as connected as he thought you were. You were probably swimming further and further away from him, returning to your own home in the sea.

However, his eyes widened when your head emerged from the water, and you looked up at him with an expression that he couldn't place. He smiled and bent down slightly, ignoring the stinging feeling throughout his arms and legs, your faces were only a few inches from one another.

Finally, you did something that completely surprised him...and made his instincts soar.

"Thank you..." You whispered softly, a small smile appearing on your face as your eyes sparkled under the moonlight.

Paul was speechless, his eyes refusing to break from your own as he brought his hand towards your cheek, his talons gently brushing against the texture of your skin.

"Anything for you." He purred, slowly bringing his face towards yours for a kiss.

However, you only giggled and pulled away, and with a swift motion, you disappeared into the waves once more, and you were no longer in sight.

Paul straightened himself into a standing stance while observing the horizon. He missed your presence and couldn't help but grin at the situation at hand. But he didn't mind since he was certain that your bond would eventually bring you back to him.

The next time, he won't let you get away; he will make you his. He'll, wait and he will strike.

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I will always have your back and I love you so so much. I'm tired of seeing people disrespecting you and thinking it's okay to keep doing this. It's annoying that you needed to post over something that should be common sense, I'm glad you spoke your heart. ❤️❤️

We’ve gotta talk…

Please stop sending me requests. Stop sending them to my ask box, stop putting them in my comments, just stop. Please.

*anyone who’s sent me an ask about a fic that wasn’t a request, you just wanted an update or something, this is not about you🫶 you’re fine. Also, thank you to my mutuals and followers who defended me when I got some unkind requests or rude asks about why I’m not taking requests

And absolutely no specific hate to anyone who’s done so recently, I’m just exhausted and frustrated by the amount of requests I’ve received since I’ve been back (two and a half weeks I think?) some of them have been kind, others have not.

^ my profile is very clear about where I stand on requests right now, and I’ve also posted about it and explained my reasoning behind not taking requests. I even changed my ask box to say “no requests” so that to send a request, you have to click on it, and I’ve STILL gotten requests.

I’m going to give people the benefit of the doubt and say that it’s so exciting to read my work that they want to read more and in their haste, they don’t read the notes on my bio.

But more often what it feels like, is that I’ve set a boundary and y’all don’t care. And at this point it’s just annoying to see and it makes me never want to take requests, because it’s like, why would I put in a ton of time and effort to write a fic for someone FOR FREE when they don’t respect my boundaries? (And again, this is not necessarily the reality of what’s happening, it’s how I feel in the moment when I see those requests)

I could understand if I did commissions because taking commissions is essentially contract work because you’re getting paid. But to get (sometimes very rude) requests/demands for fics when I’m not even being compensated for my time and work, AND when I’ve explained at length why I don’t want to take requests AND also requests that make it clear you didn’t read my rules? It’s too much y’all.

I want to stay here, I really do, but please. I can’t do that if we keep sending me requests.

If you read all this and you’re like oh I did this, I’m not mad at you, I’m sure it was an honest mistake🫶

But moving forward, I would like to not have to deal with this anymore. Thank you!

*special thanks to @6lostgirl6 for encouraging me to speak about this

#love you love you love you #I LOVE YOU #SENDING HUGS

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Girl I'm so glad you've spoken up about this and thank you so much for the special shout out, you didn't have to do that 🥺❤️

I'm sorry but unlike britany, who is the sweetest soul I've ever had the pleasure to meet, some of you readers don't deserve her. There is no way you cannot see her bio and ask box saying "do not request" and still send stuff. It breaks my heart to see her boundaries crossed so many times. Ya'll are only pushing writers away from tumblr and then bitch that there aren't enough fics on this hellsite. Grow up. This only applies to people that have been rude and ignoring her boundaries so don't comment being like "I don't do that 🥺" Good for you, gold star.

@britany1997 I'm so proud of you for speaking up, I love you so much and I hope your experience on here gets better 💗

We’ve gotta talk…

Please stop sending me requests. Stop sending them to my ask box, stop putting them in my comments, just stop. Please.

I’m going to give people the benefit of the doubt and say that it’s so exciting to read my work that they want to read more and in their haste, they don’t read the notes on my bio.

I want to stay here, I really do, but please. I can’t do that if we keep sending me requests.

If you read all this and you’re like oh I did this, I’m not mad at you, I’m sure it was an honest mistake🫶

But moving forward, I would like to not have to deal with this anymore. Thank you!

*special thanks to @6lostgirl6 for encouraging me to speak about this

#writers are people too #writer problems #be fucking kind

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6lostgirl6 · 1 month

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OH MY GOD YOU POSTED PART TWO!! I JUST FINISHED READING AND THIS WAS SO DAMN CUTE!! I LOVE WOLF!STEVE AND HOW PROTECTIVE HE IS ALREADYY!! SO SO SWEET ❤️❤️ THE READER IS SO FUNNY LIKE THEYRE OKAY THAT SOME HOT GUY GAVE THEIR NECK A GOOD SNIFF

Steve: *Sniffs their neck like a literal dog*

Reader: Have my number. Now. ✏️🗒

Howl at the Moon

Part two

The return of my favorite version of Stevie, Werewolf Steve🥰

Werewolf Steve x GN Reader

Warnings: a tiny bit of angst at the beginning but mainly tooth-rotting fluff

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

“So what’s your plan here?” Dustin asked, tapping his pen on the rim of his hat.

“What?” Steve let out an exasperated breath.

“Your plan?” Dustin repeated, shooting Steve an incredulous look, “you don’t have one?”

Steve grit his teeth and turned to Robin, very slowly. “Why’d you invite him?” he bit out.

Robin shrugged, “nerd problems require nerd solutions wolfy.”

Steve sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger as he turned back to Dustin. “No. I don’t have a plan.”

“Steve, buddy,” Dustin began, clapping a hand on Steve’s back and making him flinch, “you’re tellin me your mate could walk in here whenever and you’re gonna what? Stand there and gawk?” Dustin shook his head in disbelief.

“That’s what he did when they came in last time,” Robin chimed in.

Steve waived his hands in frustration, “can we all just…” he sighed, trailing off.

“We don’t even know for sure they’re my mate,” he voice fizzled out in a broken whisper, “I don’t want to get my hopes up.”

Robin’s face softened. She scooted closer to Steve, slowly, as if she was afraid to scare him off.

“Steve…” Robin began, “not every partner…they’re not all Nancy.” She placed a hand on Steve’s arm.

Dustin’s eyes flitted back and forth between the two, waiting for the werewolf to speak.

Steve sighed, “I know it’s just-” he rubbed the back of his neck, “I know.”

Robin and Dustin exchanged a look but didn’t push Steve and further.

“Well,” Dustin slapped his hands down onto his knees, sensing the energy change and thinking up a quick excuse, “I better get going then, mom needs me to pick up some stuff for dinner and all that…” he trailed off.

Steve nodded and lifted his hand in a little wave as Dustin rushed to gather his things and head out.

Dustin shot back a wave of his own before striding out the door.

In his haste, Dustin didn’t see you walking into the video store until he hit you with the door.

You stumbled back a bit, your hand flying to your forehead.

At the sight of you hurt, Steve sprung into action.

On his way to the doorway, he slapped the back of Dustin’s head. “Ow,” Dustin grit under his breath.

“Are you ok?” Steve asked you, stepping forward to hold your face in his hand and look you over for injuries.

His wolf brain was completely occupied with ensuring you were safe and unharmed, totally oblivious to how intimately his actions could be perceived.

You however, were not oblivious to the intimacy of Steve’s giant hands cupping your face. You had completely forgotten about the bump on your head as this unbelievably cute guy doted on you.

Your cheeks tinged pink as he studied you closely.

At the sight of your flushed cheeks, Steve flashed back to reality and realized what he was doing. His own cheeks turned red as his hands released you.

“I was just um-” he was mortified, “are you ok?” he repeated.

Your lips pulled up into a soft smile, “yeah I’m fine. Shoulda been watching where I was going I guess”

Steve frowned a little, “he should’ve been watching where he was going,” he gestured to Dustin, “let me get you a band-aid or something.”

Dustin rolled his eyes at the display. As Steve went to go riffle through the supply closet, he slunk to Robin’s side.

“Can I go now?” Dustin whispered under his breath, “or do I need to be scolded some more to placate Steve’s weird wolf thing?”

Robin scoffed a laugh, “get outta here nerd, I think he’s got this.”

Dustin saluted and snuck out the door.

As the front door shut, Steve emerged from the back, blowing the dust off of an ancient looking first aid kit.

“Hop up on the counter,” Steve told you. You did as he asked.

Robin pretended to stock tapes as she watched the two of you.

As Steve popped open the first aid kit, a cloud of dust puffed out. You stifled a laugh while Steve’s brow furrowed.

“I’m really ok,” you reassured him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Steve’s heart raced at your touch, everything in him screaming to pull you into his arms and never let you go.

Instead he cleared his throat and straightened his back. “You can never be too careful,” he told you, straining to be casual.

You smiled. If this insanely attractive man wanted to take care of you, you weren’t gonna complain. You’d only been stopping by the video store to see him again anyway.

Steve unwrapped a band aid and leaned in to press it to the bump on your head. You weren’t sure how that was supposed to help, but you figured you should just let him work.

As Steve leaned in, he caught a whiff of you scent.

It was the most amazing smell that had ever graced his nose. You were like a mix of honey, cinnamon, and vanilla.

He leaned in even closer, his nose almost touching the crook of your neck. Without thinking, he inhaled deeply.

Your eyes widened, startled a bit. But after the initial shock wore off, you found that Steve’s closeness didn’t bother you in the slightest. It actually made you feel at ease.

Entranced by your scent, Steve’s eyes fluttered closed and he nuzzled the crook of your neck. His wolf instincts were desperate to be close to you, to touch you, to hold you. He hadn’t been sure before, but now? There was no doubt in his mind that you were absolutely, unequivocally, one-hundred percent, his.

You giggled a bit as he nuzzled your neck, the warmth of his cheek seeping into your skin.

The sound of your laughter snapped him out of his trance and he pulled back, face turning bright red.

Robin, who’d been watching the whole interaction, cringed at Steve. She silently prayed you wouldn’t run away screaming.

“I- uh- oh God,” Steve stumbled over his words, trying and failing to explain his actions.

You laughed softly. If anyone else had done that, you never would have let them get away with it. But there was something about Steve that just called to you, with him it was different.

“I want you to have something,” you told him as you grabbed a post it and a pen from the counter and scribbled down your number.

“Call me sometime,” you handed him the post-it before hopping off the counter.

“Yeah! Yeah um… I will!” Steve promised, unable to believe his luck.

You beamed and turned to leave.

“Oh wait!” Steve called after you, “I’m Steve.”

“Steve,” you pretended to ponder his name, as if you hadn’t made your friends tell you everything they knew about the former king of Hawkins high after the first time you’d met, “nice to see you again Steve.”

You waved as you left the store, smiling to yourself and hoping he’d call soon.

As soon as you were out of sight, Robin materialized at Steve’s side. “You’re a real Casanova sniffin’ them like that,” she nudged him with her shoulder.

He groaned, “I couldn’t help it.” He sighed, “it worked didn’t it?”

Robin rolled her eyes, “it’s a good thing you’re pretty,” she teased.

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