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Summary: Taylor and Nick are having tons of fun getting paid to make out with each other. Maybe too much because it translates into after hours work, but.. WAIT YOU BOTH WANT TO TOP?

(18+) Kinks/Tags: RPF, dirty talk, fingering, orgasm, oral sex, (a little) rough oral sex, desperate kisses, trying to out top, slutting, penetration, so many banters, Nick top, Taylor top, WAIT TWO TOPS?, Two tops.

This is a Taylor x Nick smut fic, for fun, not a weird ship thing just some sexy mental imagery. Enjoy!

Neither of them knew how it happened, not that it was close to on their minds right now. It was after a long day on set, Taylor had come to Nick’s hotel room. The two had dinner, and drinks, and as per usual at least four banters. Come to think of it now, maybe the drinks had something to do with it. But it was only a few drinks to unwind, surely that couldn’t be responsible for this? Responsible for the way Nick was straddling Taylor’s lap, grinding against the other man, hands tangled in Taylor’s hair in a way that thanks to this movie, had become familiar. Their lips were crushed together, were either of them even breathing? That was up for debate, all that was coming from either were soft sighs, hums, desperate gasps for air. Taylor’s hands moved down the other man’s back now; sliding down and grabbing Nick’s hips. Large hands applying a firm pressure, guiding the way Nick moved, like trying to shift the haphazard desperate grinding into something more fluid. “You are kind of a slut aren’t you?” Taylor was the one to break the silence, allowing both a reprieve to catch a breath. “Oh sorry, should I get off? Do you want me to stop?” Nick asked, but his tone was not even close to concerned, he knew the answer. “Also, a bitch,” Taylor added as he leaned his head back, feeling Nick’s full lips run along the length of his neck. “But also really hot,” that came out more like a moan as he felt Nick’s teeth bite at his throat. “I wouldn’t be such a bitch if you weren’t so unbearable.” The bottle blond defended, but it did come out as an accusation; especially the way he used two fingers to push at the other man’s chest. “Oh, so unbearable that you’re grinding on my dick like you’re actually getting something out of it?” Honestly, Taylor expected another banter out of that one, especially because he did his best impression of Nick’s ‘unbearable’. But it didn’t work, instead Nick just grinned quite like he knew something Taylor didn’t. “I am.” It came out almost sing song as he ran his hands over Taylor’s chest, lower now, tugging off the shirt that the other man had on. One quick motion tossed Taylor’s shirt aside as Nick dipped his head down, licking one long stripe up Taylor’s chest, up the side of his neck, before biting Taylor’s jawline. Just one little bite, but enough to make Taylor’s breathing shake, as if the lick hadn’t already left him short for words. “I love feeling you get so fucking hard under me,” Nick’s voice was soft, it sounded like a secret. His fingers slid down Taylor’s chest, and underneath himself, sitting up on his knees just enough to let his hand wrap around the other man’s length. His fingers giving that hardness an experienced little squeeze, like he knew exactly how much pressure to apply to make Taylor gasp.

“You know I was… joking about the slut thing but, I’m starting to think I shouldn’t be joking. I swear that’s a compliment.” Taylor’s voice was almost shaking as he spoke, trying his best to keep his cool composure, but losing it so quickly. Nick smiled, so sweetly, as if his hand weren’t… where it was, brushing lips over the other man’s “And you haven’t even seen what I can do with my mouth yet.” Taylor’s breathing shook as Nick’s tongue flicked over his bottom lip, “Uh no I think I have a decent idea what you can do with your mouth. I mean I definitely know what those lips were made for.” Taylor reached up a hand as he spoke, cupping Nick’s chin in his hand, running one thumb over those full lips. As he did though, Nick opened his mouth, tilting his head down and wrapping his lips around that thumb. His eye’s locked on Taylor’s as he sucked that thumb, so slowly bobbing his head; being as obscene as possible about it really. “Shit, okay yeah I get it,” Taylor exhaled the words his breathing shaking. As Nick pulled back slowly, his lips spread into a grin until the tip of Taylor’s thumb was just barely pressed against his lips, “Want me to put my mouth on your cock instead?” All Taylor could do really was give an enthusiastic nod, just staring with his own lips slightly parted. “Good,” Nick chirped, slipping back to stand up and then immediately looping his fingers in Taylor’s belt loops, “Come on, come to bed.” He said tugging the other man to stand up. “You know you don’t.. have to drag me.” Taylor said with a laugh, letting himself be tugged toward that bed. “Has literally anyone ever said no to you after a show like that?” he asked. “No,” Nick was smiling as he stopped in front of the bed, reaching down to unbutton Taylor’s pants. “You know you are allowed to keep kissing me,” he said playfully as Taylor simply watched. “Oh right.” It was a genuine tone, like Taylor had forgotten that was an option. He leaned in, resting one hand on Nick’s face as he pressed their lips together.

Admittedly the kissing was getting a bit more heated as Nick unzipped Taylor’s jeans, pushing them down to the mid-thigh level before his hand once again groped at the other man’s hardness. This time his palm did most of the work, running along Taylor’s length as his fingers sort of guided the way. He didn’t keep it up long, a few moans into the kisses seemed enough for him. As the two kept kissing though, still just as heated, both trying to lead the kiss, tongues fighting for dominance. Nick pushed those jeans lower, the underwear straight after, finally breaking the kiss to tug both entirely down; crouching down to help Taylor step out of them. “Thanks.” It was almost a pant from Taylor before he gestured at the bed, like in a questioning way. “Oh, absolutely not.” Nick laughed in a very genuinely amused way. “Do you actually think I’m getting on my knees for you in this hotel room? You must be mad,” he laughed again as he pulled off his own shirt. Still smiling in that same amused way, Nick stepped back and sat on the edge of the bed, one single finger motioning Taylor closer. “You’re the one getting your cock sucked, you can stand. Or do you think that’s too much for you to handle?” Taylor did step closer, his head slightly cocked, “Well, if you’re half as good at it as you seem to /think/ you are? Maybe it is.” It was a bratty tone, that made Nick scrunch his face, in feigned disgust. “Don’t..admit those things out loud.” He said before leaning up to grab Taylor’s hip, pulling him closer, “Just stop talking and put your cock in my mouth.”

“Right.” Taylor rolled his eyes, pushing his fingers into Nick’s hair. They slid through it easily, roughing the freshly showered fluff up as he rested his hand on the back of Nick’s head. Taylor’s free hand took a hold of his cock, brushing it over Nick’s bottom lip as the blonde parted his lips. The tip of Nick’s tongue slipping out as he leaned in, immediately wrapping his lips around what he’d slipped into his mouth. Taylor let the hand at his base fall as Nick’s hand quickly left his thigh to replace it. It was the same act as earlier, Nick’s eyes fluttered up, locking on Taylor as he bobbed his head slowly, sucking in that same intense way. His tongue working in time with his lips as he rested one hand on Taylor’s thigh, one on his hip. “You.. look really fucking hot with a dick in your mouth.” Taylor’s breathing was a soft groan as he spoke, nodding down at Nick, who smiled, as much as he could, given the situation. Taylor’s hand was firm on the back of Nick’s head, guiding but not really applying any pressure, yet. He intended to, but for now he enjoyed those slow intense motions, as Nick slowly built to a steady pace. From below, Nick’s eyes never left Taylor’s face, locked on him, and eating up every single sound that came out of his mouth. Nick did make a few soft moans of his own, just so incredibly worked up by every expression of pleasure that the other man pulled.

It didn’t take long though for Taylor to finally apply some pressure to the back of Nick’s head. As soon as he did it, Nick rested his hand flat on Taylor’s hip, pushing back some as his eyes shot a warning look. “What, you’re not going to let me have any fun?” Taylor teased. But Nick didn’t bother to answer, pulling back enough to take a deep breath, but never taking his mouth off of that cock. He adjusted his mouth, quite like a snake realigning it’s jaw to swallow something hole. Honestly, Taylor found that a bit unsettling, but not for long. Once he’d seemed to relax himself, Nick leaned back in, immediately taking as much of that cock into his mouth as he could, and he managed about three fourths of the way before gagging. He didn’t pull back, only pausing in place as Taylor gave a groan, “Oh come on baby, you can do better than that, you know you can,” he cooed. Despite now watery eyes flashing Taylor a warning glare, Nick relaxed his throat as much as he could, pushing himself farther down, fighting through each gag until the tip of his nose brushed the dark hair on Taylor’s stomach.

“Holy.. shit baby,” Taylor panted, his fingertips massaging the back of Nick’s head, applying the slightest pressure, giving a much more intense moan as he felt Nick gag against him again. “You’re so fucking good at that.” Once Nick did pull back, Taylor easily released him, giving a worked up laugh as he nodded, “That was so fucking hot.” He panted. Nick was catching his breath, nodding as he leaned forward, spitting the excess saliva in his mouth onto the other boy’s cock, his hand stroking in place of his mouth as he caught his breath. “You look good getting your cock sucked,” the words were almost teasing but Nick grinned as he said them. “Not.. half as good as you look doing it baby, I promise.” Taylor laughed, “You.. gonna let me fuck your face? I mean clearly you can handle it.” Nick nodded where Taylor expected a ‘no’, “Yeah just not too long I don’t want you to cum before we even get started.” And Taylor eagerly nodded back, “Yeah of course babe, open?” he asked stepping back closer. Nick opened his mouth though, his hand still on Taylor’s cock as he tapped it against his tongue for a moment, those still glassy eyes locked on the brunette. “You really are a slut,” Taylor teased. “Say it again,” Nick breathed before dipping his head back down, immediately going back to sucking. This time it was like his life depended on it, fast and messy, and he rested both of his hands on the edge of the bed, just letting his mouth do all of the work. He didn’t slow down in the slightest when he’d take too much and gag, just letting tears well in the corners of his eyes. He relaxed into it as Taylor tangled both hands into his hair now, a firm but gentle gesture to hold Nick’s head in place as Taylor began to thrust into his mouth. He took a step maybe half an inch forward, but just enough to make Nick gag with each thrust, and enough to make Taylor moan in such a graphic way. He was so loud, and so unashamed of it, beyond feeling amazing, Nick was taking it so well for him. He didn’t fight, or pull, just trying to keep his eyes open, blinking back the natural tears that formed. “You’re being such a good slut for me,” Taylor panted, his fingertips almost rubbing at the other man’s scalp, still thrusting into those pretty lips. “Such a pretty little slut with that dick down your throat,” he groaned, only making a more worked up noise when he felt Nick moan at those words, which immediately resulted in a gag. “And you make the hottest fucking sounds choking on that dick baby.”

It didn’t last too much longer before Nick placed a hand on Taylor’s hips, the slightest push back, and Taylor did step back, letting Nick switch to using his hand. Once again, Nick spit all of that extra saliva, his hand massaging it in. “You liked it?” he asked in a pant. Taylor nodded, “Love it, you’re not done already ar..” but Taylor stopped speaking watching as Nick played with his cock. Rubbing his lips against it, tapping it against his face, rubbing it over his face. Almost literally nuzzling against it, like a kitten with his favorite toy. “No one does that shit outside of porn.” Taylor said with a breathy laugh. Nick pulled back with a grin, “I just did, so,” but he stood up now, shoving Taylor back as he began taking off his own pants. “Besides, you have a really nice cock.” Taylor stepping back from that shove shook his head, an amused grin on his lips. “How the .. fuck do you flip it off like that.. like a fucking light switch, you’re like Jekyll and Hyde.” Nick however, was finally naked now, and Taylor would be lying if he said his eyes didn’t follow every move, watching Nick unzip a travel bag. Watching as he pulled out lube, kind of impressive, slutty, but impressive, Taylor was into it. “I believe the phrase you’re looking for Taylor, is being a service top. Which I’m leaning into because you come across as a pillow prince.” He said before walking back to where Taylor was, gesturing at the bed, “Shall we?” he asked.

“Are you implying that you’re giving me special tre- wait what?” Taylor snapped to attention as he processed the rest of that sentence. “You think I’m a bottom? You think I’m a pillow princess?” Taylor wasn’t even pretending to not be offended. Nick however, looked unphased, “I said prince, are you not?”

“Uh, first off, excuse you, that is SO rude, I have never in my life just /laid/ there.” Taylor defended.

“There’s no shame in being a pillow prince, darling. I apologize if I implied there was.”

“I’m not done talking!”

“Very well, get it out, I know you need to.”

“Second off..” Taylor huffed, gathering himself, “Second off, I’m a top, mostly, anyway, I’m definitely the top here.” Nick laughed genuinely again, shaking his head, “No, no love you’re not.” “What do you mean no I’m not? You uh, you make a pretty convincing bottom, to –” Taylor waved his hands for effect, “Not be one.” He gave a more serious look then, “Did you forget about that?” “I was acting darling, I can’t believe I have to explain that to you, an actor.” Nick deadpanned. “Excuse me, you said you were leaning into the service top thing, you leaned into that bottom thing well enough.” Taylor said it almost like an accusation and Nick laughed, “And that has /no/ baring on my personal life.” There was a pause as Taylor almost pouted, “Well I’m taller.” “Oh my god, and that has NO baring on this situation, besides you’re like an inch taller than me.” Nick said, still smiling. “Well,” Taylor was still pouting, “We can.. measure..” he gestured at his own hips, then Nick’s. “No, we are not having a literal dick measuring contest for this.” Nick deadpanned again. “Huh, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say dick before.” Taylor mused. “Because that’s an American word and that was THE most American suggestion I’ve ever heard.” “Okay well what are we doing?” Taylor asked with a sigh, looking over Nick who just shrugged. “We just.. start and see who wins?” he asked. “Oh, it’s a competition now?” Taylor couldn’t hide a smirk. “Was it ever anything else?” Nick asked, just stepping back and sliding onto the bed, motioning another finger at Taylor, who immediately ran and jumped on the bed. “Stop come hither-ing me like you’re in charge.” Taylor said, despite crawling over the top of Nick, kissing the other man hard. “I am.” Nick mumbled into that kiss, his hands sliding up Taylor’s arms, wrapping around his back before he used one foot for leverage. Once he had that leverage, he was shoving Taylor back, so he was on top, pressing his hips down against Taylor’s. But Taylor allowed it, his hands sliding down Nick’s back, large hands grabbing Nick’s ass, groping and kneading pale skin. Nick did grin into those kisses, “Brat.” He whispered at the hands on his ass. “You’ve definitely called me worse.” Taylor said against his lips, but it was a much flirter tone than he’d been using before.

But the kissing wasn’t slowing down, the two of them did flip each other a few more times, Nick ducking back so Taylor was on top once Taylor got too handsy. Nick ‘cheating’ according to Taylor and applying the same hands trick until they both ended up on their sides. Hips pressed together, their cocks consistently brushing up against each other, making both of them give soft gasps and moans. Finally, Nick reached back, grabbing the lube, and opening it without breaking the kiss. “Give me that,” Taylor mumbled into the kisses, reaching for the lube as Nick just held his arm farther away. But all it took was just one lil jerk from Taylor’s long arm to snatch it. “You really are insufferable,” Nick laughed as he watched Taylor apply it to his fingers. “Hey, I’m being nice, I’m using lube.” Taylor defended as Nick snatched the bottle, applying some to his own fingers. For a moment they just stared at each other, like willing the other to cave in. Clearly reaching a ‘fine!’ sort of resolution at the same time as their lips crashed together again, the bottle of lube getting lost in the mix as their bodies pressed together once more. Hands clumsily wrapped around the other, fingers pushing into each other at almost the exact same time. Both of them gasped, Taylor seeming almost shocked that Nick went through with it. Nick’s brows furrowed as he gave a sharp ‘Christ’ under his breath, “Your.. fingers are so fucking thick. Why did you use two?”

“Oh sorry,” Taylor sounded vaguely concerned, “You okay? Is it too much?” he asked. Nick gave him a defiant look, “I won’t give you the satisfaction of saying yes.” Taylor made a ‘fair enough’ face, “I think it’s worth mentioning that you also used two.” He added. Nick did laugh softly, “Well, you better get used to it, my cock is big.” He teased. “Oh okay okay, wow there’s an ego I didn’t see coming.” Taylor teased back. Moments later, the two were at it again, kissing each other like they were starving for it. Slowly fingers started to move, both of them working their fingers into each other. And both of them started to get noticeably more into it than they’d have liked to admit. Their hips pressing tighter together, it was impossible to tell which of them started it really, but they were grinding against each other. In reality both of them were grinding back against the other’s fingers, but they’d never admit it. “You like that don’t you?” Nick panted against Taylor’s lips, and Taylor tried to give a ‘ha’ sort of noise that came out more like a moan. “Not nearly as much as you’re going to love my dick.” Taylor groaned, though he’d have sworn it was unrelated. “Mhn that’s not how it’s going to work, you’re going to cum from my fingers, and then I’m going to fuck you into this mattress.” Nick panted. “Not if I make you cum first.” Taylor hissed through gritted teeth. “In your dreams.” Nick answered. But lips were crushing together again as Taylor pushed another finger into Nick, making him whimper, his free hand pawing at Taylor’s chest. Taylor could feel teeth against his lips, almost a growl as Nick pressed closer, and he felt another finger slide into himself as well, earning Nick a gasp from the other man. “Your fingers are.. ridiculous.” Nick finally admitted, in almost a whimper. And Taylor was nodding back, “I mean you’re.. definitely not bad at this.” He groaned. They were kissing again, their fingers working into each other desperately. Their hips still grinding together, both moaning in such a desperate way with each push of their hips that resulted in those fingers sliding deeper. Both of their bodies more than warming up to the intrusion. Again, even if they’d never admit it, both of them aching for something.. just a bit bigger. After a few more moments though, they broke that kiss, Nick was the one to break it, looking between them, “You’re.. like dripping.” He panted. Taylor stumbled over his words some at that, “Yeah it’s.. it’s like who I am, I have a lot of precum, you’re not doing anything special.” “I didn’t imply that I was,” Nick clarified, “I mean I definitely tasted it earlier,” he teased, “I just think it’s hot is all.”

Taylor gave a soft ‘oh’ before kind of perking up, “I uh, okay what if we switch?” he asked. “Go on?” Nick arched a brow. “I mean, what if.. you fuck me for a little, then we swap and I fuck you.” He could see Nick’s face softening, and he kept running with it, “You can cum in me if you want.” He added. Nick laughed at that though, “Once again, you’re insane if you think I’m letting you put that thing in my ass with my cock soft.” He said shaking his head, “Unbelievable, but alright.” He said nodding, “One condition.” Nick was pointing a very serious finger at a smiling Taylor. “If you finish fucking me before I cum, I want you to finish me off with your mouth.” “You’re accusing me of being a pillow princess again I see.” Taylor snapped back. “But fine, of course yeah.” He said breaking them up some, slipping his fingers out of Nick and sitting up more on his knees. “How uh, do you want me?” he asked picking up the bottle of lube and offering it to the blonde. “From behind,” Nick said with no hesitation, “I’ve been thinking about that for.. fucking weeks.” That thought did make Taylor a bit shy, weeks? Nick had been thinking about him that long? It wasn’t that he hadn’t been having similar thoughts, it was just… weirdly flattering to him. “You should have taken me out to dinner first.” Taylor teased, moving down onto his elbows as well so he wasn’t just sitting on his knees, and already beginning to arch. It was, a perfect arch, certainly one that made Nick stare for a minute. Taylor was sliding down on his chest, grabbing a pillow to rest his cheek on, tucking his arms under it as he spread his legs a bit wider, slipping to the perfect height. “Are you going to like.. wait till tomorrow?” he asked. “Sorry, just..” and Nick was moving, opening that lube back up and dripping it between Taylor’s cheeks, adding some to his own cock, and massaging it in as he closed the bottle back, just dropping it. “You’re really fucking good at that.”

“You are allowed to just tell me that I have the best ass you’ve ever seen, you know that riiiiiii-oh my god.” Taylor did not get to finish that sentence as he felt Nick push into him. The pressure of Nick’s opposite hand on his lower back, as if he’d move, as if he was going to run from it; he wasn’t. It was a stretch for a second, but whether it was because they’d spent god knows how long fingering each other, or because he was just /so fucking attracted/ to this boy; he felt like he adjusted quickly. He pushed himself back against Nick’s hips, giving a low moan at the fullness and at the satisfied noise he heard Nick make. Once Taylor pushed back against him, Nick was leaning up, just so he could bend over to see Taylor’s face some, “You have the best ass I’ve ever fucking seen.” He said with a coy grin, and all Taylor could do was pant a soft ‘thanks.’ Once Nick was back up straight, he was beginning to thrust then. His hands moved over Taylor’s body, fingertips tracing every muscle. “You feel incredible.” He whispered, though it was more like a moan. “So do you,” Taylor almost gasped.

The pace was moving from slow, to steady, and Taylor would have been lying if he said every inch didn’t feel even better every minute that passed. Finally, he managed to speak of his own accord, “Shit.. fuck me Nick.” He was steadily pushing himself back against the other boy now, bouncing off of Nick’s hips. But there was a rut in their pace, sort of sudden as Nick stopped, and Taylor felt fingers tangle into his hair. One rough motion and Nick was pulling him up, onto his knees. Taylor made the kind of noise he would deny making tomorrow as Nick’s arms wrapped around him and he felt those now oh so deep thrusts. Nick’s lips on his back, on his shoulders, teeth pulling at his skin. He was melting back against Nick’s chest, one hand moving back behind him, resting on the back of Nick’s neck, like keeping them so close. His other hand running down his own stomach to wrap around his cock, not that it lasted. As soon as he felt his own fingers, Nick’s hand wrapped around his wrist, “Don’t you dare.” He felt Nick pant against his shoulder. “If you’re going to fuck me, you better have more than enough left for me.” But Taylor gave another whine, down deep from his chest, he almost swore he’d fall forward. “Well, when can we switch? Fuck, Nick.”

“Mhn, we can now.” Nick almost purred, “You made such pretty noises, you’ll make me cum if I keep listening to them.” He said in a tone that was teasing, before just pushing Taylor back forward onto that pillow. “Oh my god!” Taylor panted in an exasperated way, “Stop shoving me places!” he said sitting up so fast, almost as if to prove that his thighs weren’t dangerously close to jello. He leaned over to shove Nick’s shoulder though, and Nick almost giggled. “Oh come on, you’re already getting to fuck me, you can’t have everything you want.” He said picking up the lube and handing it over to Taylor now. “You say that like I’m getting something so special.” Taylor quipped, before leaning in to kiss Nick, hard, and starving. He felt Nick melt into it, almost leaning forward as he broke that kiss. “You are,” Nick said softly, “How do you want me?” For a moment, Taylor thought, there was a million positions he’d thought about putting Nick in sincerely. Behind wasn’t a bad idea, but he really wanted to see Nick’s face once that cock slipped inside of him. He’d thought about Nick riding him, but that was too much power for the blonde he decided pretty quickly. “On your back.”

“Yes sir,” Nick said with a playful tone, but Taylor couldn’t not think about how.. hot it actually sounded. He watched as Nick got settled down on the bed, laying in the pillows and just watching Taylor move between his thighs. “You know,” Taylor said starting to fiddle with the lube, applying it to both of them as Nick pulled up a leg. “Your dick is like.. kinda pretty.” He said glancing up at Nick’s face. “Oh, thank you Taylor how nice, a little late but nice.” “Shut up.” Taylor huffed tossing the bottle against one of those other pillows as he took control of Nick’s legs now. The way he pulled them up, and open, did make Nick gasp, especially as Taylor leaned down, and pulled one over his shoulder. But it didn’t stop Nick from giving a soft ‘Make me’ in response. “Oh so.. so fucking gladly.” Taylor laughed as he used one hand and pushed himself into Nick then. His eyes were locked on the boy under him, watching that soft face contort; brows furrowing, plush lips parting as his eyes almost looked desperate. “You’re so deep.” Nick breathed. “Oh baby,” Taylor couldn’t help but grin, “I’m only going to get deeper.” He said, both of his hands moving up Nick’s thighs, catching under the knee and pushing them up, tight, almost against Nick’s shoulders. It earned Taylor a sort of strangled almost yelp, as he pressed his hips tighter against Nick. “Hurt?” He checked in, just to be sure. Despite having his lips already hung open, Nick just shook his head no.

Nick's jaw only hanging even more open as Taylor began to thrust into him. It wasn’t slow, but it wasn’t fast either, just steady deep shoves, Nick could swear he felt it in the back of his throat. Taylor was resting his weight on Nick’s legs, keeping them tight in place as he kept that deep pace up, his eyes locked on those desperate ones under him. “You’re just as fucking pretty with my dick in your ass as you are with it in your mouth.” He could see that Nick wanted to answer, it was all over his face, call him something mean in the name of pretending not to love the compliment. But currently, Nick couldn’t form sentences. Instead, he just nodded, his hands moving up to rest on Taylor’s sides. “You like that dick baby?” Taylor panted, “You’re taking it so good baby,” his own voice a moan as he picked up the pace. Nick did manage a soft ‘yes’ ‘please’ in response to that. Taylor couldn’t help but grin, leaning in closer, and giving Nick soft slow kisses, a direct contrast to those deep shoves.

Both of them were getting so noisy into the kisses, so desperate. “Inside you okay?” Taylor finally panted against Nick’s lips. A desperate nod came first, before Nick finally whimpered a soft ‘please’ against Taylor’s lips. That was essentially all it took, and Taylor made another of those desperate noises as he felt his orgasm wash over him. His hips shifting to just grind up against Nick as he rode it out, desperate for every last shred of pleasure as Nick gave soft whimpers at each movement, his fingertips ‘clawing’ at Taylor’s arms. Once he’d caught his breath, Taylor slowly put Nick’s legs down, giving a smile as Nick gasped at the sudden feeling of emptiness when Taylor moved back. “You took that really good for someone who uh, apparently doesn’t do that.” Nick however was sitting up some, reaching between his thighs, kind of awkwardly touching around, “I feel like I’m making a mess… that was.. so much cum. Like I actually felt it, that’s..” “Okay and?” Taylor teased, “Are you like the only guy in the world who doesn’t like watching your cum drip out of people?” he asked. Nick gave a shy shrug, “Well I suppose I like it.” “Right,” Taylor nodded, “I like seeing it too.” He said before taking his turn to push Nick back now, “Besides, I think I owe you a blowjob.” He said nodding down to Nick’s hips. “Oh, right you do.” Nick said giving a soft smile himself now, “It’s not.. going to take long, I’m.. so close.” He admitted with a tone that suggested he’d rather have not. “It’s fine baby, you just had the best dick of your life I get it.” Taylor said moving down then on his stomach sitting up on an elbow as one hand stroked Nick’s cock for a moment. “Well I think /best dick of my life/ is being a little generous,” Nick clarified but Taylor’s mouth ended most of those thoughts. “I.. some of..the best dick, is fine to say.” Nick said reaching a hand down to tangle in Taylor’s curls. Watching those big brown eyes as Taylor’s head bobbed steadily, working in an eager way, his hand working what his mouth didn’t. “Not that it’s an.. extremely long list, mind you.” Nick continued, “You, don’t have a ton of competition.” His breathing was shuddering, and as Taylor gave a bratty kind of ‘Mhm’ noise against Nick’s cock, his hips almost jerked in response.

“Fuck.. me.. you’re going to make me cum.” Nick groaned, and Taylor gave him a look best interpreted as ‘Yeah that IS the goal here’. It wasn’t much longer before Nick did cum, gasping out, giving his own desperate moan as he gritted his teeth. Taylor hummed, doing his best to keep sucking, trying to catch most of it in his mouth. He could feel Nick’s fingers tight in his hair as he kept at it for a few more seconds. Finally Taylor pulled back with an audible pop, immediately swallowing everything in his mouth. “Feel good?” he asked, leaning back in to lick at some of that cum on his fingers, where it had run down Nick’s length and pooled there. “Incredible.” Nick breathed, just playing in Taylor’s hair as he watched, “That.. is very sexy you know but I would rather you kiss me.” He added after catching his breath. It made Taylor smile, so wide honestly, like a puppy, crawling up over Nick and kissing him so passionately. “That was really good.” Taylor cooed against Nick’s lips. “It was, really good.” Nick said resting a hand on Taylor’s cheek as he stole another kiss. “You bottomed for me.” Taylor mumbled against Nick’s lips, smiling against them. “And you bottomed for me, stop being so smug!” Nick scolded, giving Taylor’s shoulder a lil shove, but then just immediately pulling him down for another kiss. “Stay in my room tonight?” Nick asked after a few more moments of kissing, and Taylor nodded, shifting so he was on his side, tugging Nick closer so that the two of them were more cuddled together. “Yeah I was hoping you’d ask me to.” He said pressing a kiss to Nick’s shoulder. “Mhn, well who else would I get morning head from?” Nick teased. Taylor couldn't help but laugh, “See! You are a slut.” He said still laughing as Nick smiled, looking so pleased with himself.

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vodika-vibes · 20 days

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Can I request the second part to Abandon Ship, the one with Ordo.

Please and thank you

Love oo

She's My Everything

Summary: It’s been three months since he’s rescued her from Seppie space. Three months since he’s brought her home. And now that she’s safe and healing, Ordo allows his mind to turn away from healing and onto revenge.

Pairing: Ordo Skirata x F!Reader

Word Count: 2635

Warnings: Stalking, including stalking of a minor

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: So, this got long, lol. But here's the sequel to Abandon Ship. I hope you like it~

“She seems to be doing much better,” Kal-buir notes as he settles on a bench next to Ordo, both of their gazes locked on the young woman working through her physical therapy slowly.

“She has nightmares.”

“I’m not surprised.” Kal replies quietly. The two men fall silent as she loses her balance and falls over, though her doctor is right there to help her back on her feet. “Has she spoken to you about why she was there in the first place?”

“Nothing concrete. I don’t want to push her.” Ordo’s gaze slides from his cyare, over to his father, and then back again, “She’s been through so much. Too much.”

“You’re not wrong, but your brothers have run into a wall. They can’t go any further without more information.” Kal points out, his gaze calm.

Ordo exhales slowly, “I know. I don’t want to hurt her, buir.”

“You won’t. She’s stronger than you give her credit for, ad.” He stands when it looks like the physical therapy is ending, as her doctor carefully helps her back into her chair, and he lightly clasps Ordo’s shoulder, “Do what you think is best, Ordo. But have some faith in your girl. She doesn’t break easily.”

Ordo flashes a small smile towards his dad, and then focuses his attention back on his cyare, who is waiting in the center of the room for him and Kal to finish talking.

“She’s my everything, buir.” He admits with a surprisingly soft smile, that she answers with a tiny smile of her own.

Kal laughs, though there’s no judgment in it, just amusement. “I think, Ordo, that even a blind man could see that. You going to keep her waiting?”

Ordo rolls his eyes and finally gets to his feet to go to his waiting cyare. He reaches her with several long steps and immediately reaches out to wipe some sweat off of her cheek, “You did great today, cyar’ika.”

She shakes her head, “Not really.”

“One month ago you could barely walk at all.” Ordo points out gently, “And now look at you, you were walking for almost a whole forty-five minutes!”

“I should be able to walk for much longer.”

“Come on, cyare. Healing is a process.” He kneels so he’s not towering over her quite so much.

“I know, I know. I just wish it was a faster process.”

Ordo takes her hand and brings it to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss against her scarred knuckles. “I know you do. But even bacta doesn’t work miracles.” Her frustration at the situation melts as she gazes at him, which Ordo takes as a victory, small as it is. “Ready to head back to the room?”

She hums her agreement, though she hesitates and lightly turns her hand so she’s able to brush her fingers against his cheek, “Is everything alright?”

Ordo glances at her, curiously, “Why wouldn’t it?”

“Kal looked pretty serious.”

“That’s just his face, cyar’ika. He always looks like that.” She giggles and Ordo’s heart swells with adoration, he really doesn’t want to have this conversation. Though if it’s not him it’ll be one of his brothers, “As it happens,” he admits, once her giggles settle, “There is something, but it can wait until after you shower.”

“Ordo Skirata, are you implying that I smell?” She asks, mischief dancing across her pretty face.

“I would never,” Ordo replies with a grin as he stands and then ducks down to press a kiss to the top of her head, “As it happens, I think it’s super hot when you’re all sweaty-”

“You think I’m super hot all of the time.”

“Not my fault you’re gorgeous.” He moves to the side to let her turn her chair around. Even after three weeks, she still has some difficulty with the motorized wheelchair that she needs for the time being. She’s crashed into more than one door frame over the last couple of weeks.

Thankfully, she hasn’t burst into tears about it in well over a week.

If he thought it would help, he’d just push her around. But according to her physical therapist, and her actual therapist, she needs to control the chair herself. Something-something control over her space.

Ordo was listening, but the main takeaway was that she needs to know that she still has some independence. That the seppies haven’t taken everything away from her.

So, though it breaks his heart to watch her struggle, he stands to the side until she asks for help.

One of the best things about how their home is set up, is that the home he shares with his cyare isn’t too far away from the gym where she does her physical therapy.

His house is close enough that they don’t run into anyone else on the short walk.

Which is a good thing, Ordo thinks.

His brothers aren’t know for being particularly patient, and he’d rather have this conversation with her on his terms, rather than theirs.

Plus, if they made her cry he’d have to beat them, and that always leads to a bad day.

“How about you go and take a shower,” Ordo offers to his cyare, “And I’ll make us something light for lunch and then we can have a chat?”

“What kind of chat?”

“One that we need to have.” Ordo admits.

She shifts uncomfortably, “Is it...am I being too much of a burden on you?”

“What? No. Of course not,” Ordo lightly cups her cheek, “It’s an important conversation, one we need to have, and you’re not going to like it. But it’s nothing personal.” He reassures, “I’ll take care of you forever, cyare, you know that.”

Some of the tension drains from her shoulders.

“Cyar’ika,” He coos as he slowly kneels in front of her again, “Do you think you’re being a burden on me?”

“I...kinda. You had to rescue me and then spend all the time looking over me when I was in the clinic and now with the physical therapy-”

“Hey,” His other hand comes up and presses against her cheek as well, “I love taking care of you. Every part of it.”

“Even the embarrassing parts?”

“Even those.” Ordo swears, “I love you, cyare. And that means I’ll take care of you until you get tired of me.”

“As if I could.” She replies with a small smile.

“Well then, forever doesn’t feel like long enough, but it’s a good start.”

She sighs softly and turns her head to press a kiss against the palm of his hand, “Will you help me into the shower? I don’t think my doctor will be happy if I try to climb in on my own.”

“Of course.”

All Ordo needs to do, really, it offer her support to step over the side of the tub and get settled on the bench that buir had added to the shower when they leaned how badly injured her legs had been.

Honestly, it was almost a good thing that she was in the hospital for so long after her rescue since it gave his dad and brothers time enough to replace the shower stall with something more agreeable to her current needs.

Once he’s sure that she’s settled on the bench and he passes the shower head down to her, he leans in and presses a kiss against her lips, “Give a shout when you’re done. Do you want the chair to stay in here?”

She makes a face, “Better not. It’s kind of finicky about steam.”

“You could try not showering in water as hot as the lava of Mustafar.” Ordo replies sarcastically as he pushes the chair out of the room.

“You’re just jealous that you can’t take hot showers like me.”

“Jealous isn’t the word that I’d use,” He shoots back, before he shuts the door to keep the steam in the fresher and out of the bedroom. He knows his cyare, if he left the door open, she’d have the entire bedroom coated in a fine mist of damp.

30 minutes later, she’s clad in her softest pajamas, and is curled up on the couch with a bowl of soup sitting on the tray in front of her. Ordo has something a little more filling on his plate.

Another lingering side effect of her time with the seppies is the mandatory meal plan that she still has to follow.

Still, she’s finally put back some of the weight that she lost, and so many of her scars have faded to the point where he can only see them because he knows that they’re there.

Ordo’s glad for it.

Seeing her covered in scars and able to count her ribs due to starvation made him nearly homicidal.

She stirs her soup for no reason other than to watch it spin, and then she casts her gaze towards Ordo. “You said we needed to talk?”

“Yeah,” Ordo turns on the couch so he’s facing her properly, “We need to talk about what happened.”

She shifts, “I covered all of this with my therapist-” She starts.

Ordo blinks, and realizes his mistake, “Oh. No, not about the Seppies. You don’t have to talk about that if you don’t want to.”

It’s her turn to blink at him in confusion, “Then what?”

“About the orders you were given.” Ordo replies, “You’re an analyst, not a field agent. You shouldn’t have been sent to Raxus at all.”

“Oh.” she leans back and considers his words for a moment, “I don’t know. I really don’t.” She taps her spoon against the bowl as if considering how much to tell him, “There’s a system in place.” She finally says, “Designed to keep people like me from going out into the field. I guess there was a bug.”

Ordo frowns, he doesn’t like that answer. “Tell me about your supervisor.”

“I don’t know him that well. He stared about 6 months ago now. He was still learning the people under him. A bit quiet. Likes to be read in on everything. So I guess kind of a micromanager. But that never really bothered me.”

He taps his leg, there’s something about this situation that stinks. Ordo flashes the smallest smile, “Alright. Thank you.” He’s going to look into her supervisor.

There’s something rotten here, and he’s not giving up until he finds it.

“What, you think I get things wrong?” Jaing asks with a roll of his eyes, “It’s the place, and Ordo’s girl confirmed my intel.”

“Don’t call her that,” Ordo interrupts, “What do we know?”

“SIS Code name Talon,” Jaing reports, “Was a well respected field operative for years before he was promoted to a supervisory position due to an injury. He lives primarily on Coruscant, though for some reason has a home here, on the edge of separatist space.”

“Do we thing he is a Separatist?” Mereel asks as he examines the door.

“I found no evidence one way or the other. Which is why we’re here.”

“Nothing big, no explosives.” Ordo says, “We get in and get out.”

There’s a general murmur of assent, and Mereel kneels next to the door to pop the lock open. Where, exactly, his brother learned how to pick locks so effortlessly is something Ordo is going to be looking into, but for now he looks the other way.

The men file into the house and poke around for a few minutes, before Kom’rk moves to the middle of the room and looks around. “Something’s not right.” He announces.

The vod’e turn their gazes towards him.

“The inside of the house doesn’t match the outside.”

There’s silence for a moment, and then a flurry of movement while the men search the walls for a hidden door.

Mereel finds it before any of the others.

He steps into the small room and flips on the light switch. He says nothing for a long moment, and then there’s a loud, ugly, curse. “Ordo-”

Ordo steps into the hidden room and stops dead in his tracks.

There, covering the entire wall, are pictures of his cyare.

Hundreds of them.

He steps closer to the wall, his hands curling into fists as his gaze drags across the hundreds of pictures, most of them candid. Likely she didn’t know that her picture was being taken. His gaze stops on one picture. It’s his cyare when she was in high school.

This man has been stalking his cyare since she was a minor.

Ordo has to fight the urge to rip every single picture off the wall, though Mereel’s hand around his wrist keeps him from doing so.

“Breathe, vod.”

“I’m going to kill him.”

“Understandable, but let’s see what else we can find out.”

Ordo tenses, “This sick asshole has been stalking my cyare since she was a kid, and you want to find more-”

“Yes.” Mereel says, “I do.”

Ordo doesn’t say anything for a moment, and then he rips his wrist from his brothers grasp, “I can’t be here for this.” He finally says.

Mereel nods his agreement, “Go wait outside. Maybe call your girl. I’ll let you know what we find.”

Ordo doesn’t respond he just takes one last, long, look at the wall dedicated to his cyare and then leaves the house. He walks down the street until he finds a tree he can sit under and he rips off his helmet and pulls his comm out of his pocket.

He dials up a comm code he knows by heart, and is soothed when you appear on the holo, “Cyare,”

“Ordo,” Her smile is warm and loving and she’s there and she’s safe, and it feels as though a rock lifts from his chest, “It’s not like you to call me while on a mission. Is everything alright?”

No. It’s not. At all.

“I just...wanted to see you. That’s all.” Ordo replies, “Are you okay?”

“Yes, of course. Kal has been very...doting.”

“He’s hovering, isn’t he.”

“He is, and it’s very sweet but a little stifling.” You say with a laugh.

Ordo laughs as well, “Well, then. Now I feel guilty for what I’m about to ask.”

“Ordo?”

“Can you stay with Kal-buir? Just until I come back.”

She stares at him, “Ordo, am I in danger?”

“I don’t know. I hope not. But-”

“Tell me what’s going on.” Her gaze is serious, and Ordo...can’t lie to her.

“We came to your supervisor’s secret home,” He admits, “Something about the situation didn’t feel right so we decided to investigate. He...cyare, he’s been stalking you. There are pictures of you going all the way back to your second year in high school.”

She doesn’t say anything, for a really long time.

And then, slowly, she exhales. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“I’ll stay with Kal until you return.” She reassures, her gaze is serious as she looks at him, “I know you Ordo, you’re going to handle this aren’t you.”

“He’s a threat to you and needs to be removed.” Ordo replies quietly.

“Be careful. Spies are dangerous in their own ways.”

“I will. I love you.”

Her smile is soft, “I love you too. I’ll see you when you get home.”

“I’ll see you then.”

The holo disconnects and Ordo sighs as he brings the small device to his forehead. He allows himself a moment, just a moment, of weakness. And then he’s stowing his comm and pulling his helmet back on.

He’s going to find out what the others have learned. And then he and his brothers are going to hunt down this pathetic excuse of a man.

And then he’s going to go home to her. To his cyare.

She’s his everything. Eventually people will learn what that means.

#star wars #tcw #ordo skirata x reader #ordo x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #f!reader fic #answered asks #tw: stalking

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littlespacereader · 5 months

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It’s the Doctor Who Christmas Eve fic! This idea came to me on the plane back from college and I just love the idea of having the Doctor pass out and the reader being like “well I better make him comfy”. Thank you to everyone who voted on the poll for the Tenth Doctor! Please enjoy this adorable tale with the Doctor!

A Stranger Invited to Christmas💚❤️🎅🎄

Caregiver!Tenth Doctor & GN Little!Reader (SFW)

Tags - meeting the Doctor for the first time, taking care of him then vice versa, sippy cups, pacifier, stuffies, cuddles, mentions of Santa and Christmas

Leave it to me to forget milk the night before Christmas. It’s no bother though, a quick trip to the shop and back home never hurt no one. After all who can go without milk on Christmas? What would I leave for Santa? Water? Come on!

With my grocery bag in hand, I walked down street to my flat. Christmas is going to be a little different this year. My family was planning on coming to visit but sadly caught a cold that’s been going around.

That meant Christmas alone this year. I mean I can’t lie, I’m a little bit bummed out I won’t be seeing my family.

Thankfully I have my stuffie family to keep me company for Christmas. That didn’t bother me, if anything it was an excuse to regress the whole holiday season away. I mean who doesn’t want to regress and watching movies like Frosty all night long?

The cold air filled my lungs with a deep breath in. With a deep breath out smoke blew around my face with my warm breath hitting the cold air of the night.

Suddenly a squeak broke my thoughts. It sounded like a bird that was calling out for hell. I turned to the source of the noise and followed it to a bush. Something was ruffling the leaves of it but I couldn’t see the animal.

“It’s okay! I’m not hurt you. I just wanna help.”

It was as if the animal heard me because it came out from its hiding spot in the bush. It looked like…well…actually I don’t know what it is.

It looks like a mole mixed with a bunny. It has this small body with fluffy black fur and big ears. Its hands were similar to a mole’s paws with a long hairless tail behind it that looked similar to one of a rats.

It started to walk over to me on its two back paws as it held its front paws together.

“It’s okay! You’re safe now. What happened?”

I walked towards the fuzzy creature and was about to lean down when…

“LOOK OUT!!” A man grabbed and tackled me on the side. The two of us went tumbling down onto the snowy ground.

He tackled me just in time because the creature hissed and shot some sort of venom where I was originally standing.

The two of us sat up from the ground and looked ahead at the creature scurrying away.

“What is that thing?!”

“It’s a Buried Darthrow Fling. Really nasty creatures despite how cute they look,” The man replied.

He grabbed something at his pocket and flung it ahead where the…Buried Darthrow Fling…was running away.

His aim was perfect because it hit the creature and suddenly it disappeared into thin air.

I started at the blank space where the creature once stood in shock and disbelief…

WHAT JUST HAPPENED?

I stood up and ran over to there the animal once was and my eyes were not deceiving me, it had disappeared.

I turned to the man as he stood up from the snowy ground, “How did that? What? What just happened?”

“I apologize for tackling you but if that Buried Darthrow Fling got venom on you, you would’ve fallen into a coma.” He said casually.

“A coma?”

“Yup.”

“And it disappeared from that thing in your pocket?”

“Yeah,” he picked up another one from his pocket and held it out for me to look at. “See? Nothing too fancy, it just teleports back to its home planet.” He added again…casually.

“Planet? Teleporting? So it’s an alien?!” I was starting to lose my mind.

“I can see you’re a bit overwhelmed. So why don’t we start over.”

He brushed the snow off his long brown trench coat and walked over to me.

“It’s nice to meet you, I’m the Doctor.” He held his hand out to shake.

“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet-.” I started to say before I paused mid sentence.

On his hand was this blue gel splattered across it. He must’ve saw my hesitation and looked at his hand. That’s when he saw the gel too.

“Oh no.”

“Oh no? What’s wrong?” I asked looked at his worried expression.

“The Buried Darthrow Fling must’ve got me when I tackled you.”

My eyes widened, “Oh my God. We gotta get you to the hospital!”

“No no, no hospitals I’ll be fine.” The Doctor started to say before his eyes started roll back and he fell onto his knees.

I ran over and helped him back up. He grabbed my arm, “Okay…maybe it’s starting to have an effect on me.”

I wrapped his arm around my shoulders to get him back on his feet and more steady, “We need to get you to the hospital before you slip into a coma.”

“No I’ll be okay,” he pulled a device from his jacket pocket. It made a weird noise and glowed blue as he hovered it over his hand.

Then after a moment he pulled it up to his face to read. “I won’t go into a coma because my body is built a bit differently than yours.”

“What? Why?”

“Because I’m not human.” He said, putting his glowy pen thing away.

“You not-.” I stopped myself before I could really wrap my mind around it.

“I just need a place…to take a quick…nap.” He said as he started to drift off again.

I helped him to his feet, holding onto his arm around my shoulders with one hand and wrapping my arm around his back with the other.

“My flat is just around the corner here, you can rest there.” I explained as I turned him around and helped him start walking towards my apartment.

“Thank you, that will be *yawn* nice.”

With that the two of us started carefully walking back to my flat.

“I’m sorry…about all this…” his head bobbed up and down as he fought against sleeping.

“It’s not your fault. I was the idiot looking at the strange creature.”

“Well, you didn’t know any better….so no need to apologize. But what are you doing out so late…on Christmas?” He asked between yawns.

“I forgot to get milk for Santa so I went out to a shop…to pick it up…” I started to trail off.

With a quick look over his shoulder I could make out the faint puddle in the distance behind us, which no doubt was my milk carton splattered all over the payment.

“Oh…” The Doctor trailed off as he realized what must’ve happened. “I’m so sorry, I’ll…I’ll make it up to you…”

“Don’t worry about it, I rather have no milk and not be in a coma.” I joked getting a smile from the Doctor.

~~~

Finally we made it back to my flat. As we got closer I could feel the Doctor start to get more and more drowsy. Standing at the door and trying to unlock while also holding onto him was a bit of a challenge but one I managed.

The door swung open. I guided him to my small but cozy living room.

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay? You’re not going into a coma?” I asked still extremely worried. I helped him take his long tan coat off then sit on the couch.

“No, no, no. I just need a little nap to get the side effects…to ware off and then…then I’ll be okay. Promise.” He said drifting off.

The worrying started to get to my regression. I held my hand out, pink facing toward him. “Pinky promise?”

He smirked and lifted his tired hand toward mine, wrapping his pink around my own. “Pink promise Y/N.”

“Just…a little…rest that’s…all…” I help him lay on the couch as he started to drift off both what he was saying and off to sleep.

Then it was just me with a sleeping stranger on my couch.

All at once the events hit me like a train and suddenly I felt the reality of everything. He’s an alien, we were attacked by an alien, and now he’s taking a rest on my couch.

No not strange at all, totally not. Why would it be?! It sort felt like a crazy dream I was a part of. But this this was real, this is really happening. This is going to be a Christmas to remember.

With reality and panic setting in, I could stop myself from regressing any further. The panic seemed to slip away as I let myself regress to let go of everything that just happened.

Now fully feeling like my true little self I stared at the stranger in the brown suit and converse. He was very nice to me and he did save my life hence why he was passed out on the couch.

If he was my guest for Christmas, I might as well make him comfy. So off I rushed to the bedroom to grab some supplies.

With arms full, I ran back and got to work. First I draped a soft light pink blanket across his body. Then I gave him a soft pillow behind his head, then to finish it off I surrounded him with not one but about ten different stuffies. I couldn’t have him waking up without friends around him.

Satisfied with the results I rushed off to make myself comfy for the night. It wasn’t too late and I didn’t have a Caregiver to tell me not to stay up…

With Christmas pajamas on, a sippy cup full of juice and a Christmas pacifier in mouth, I sat on the ground infront of the couch as Frosty the Snowman playing on the tv. I would watch Frosty and check on the sleeping strange periodically.

But as the night went on, it became harder and harder to stay awake.

~~~

When The Doctor began to wake up, a few things popped into this mind. For one, he felt very comfortable. He’s hasn’t felt this cozy in a long long time.

Memories started to flood his mind of the past 24 hours. Flying around in the Tardis, getting a notification of a dangerous Buried Darthrow Fling, searching around all of England for it and meeting Y/N. Then of course getting the venom on his hand and passing out.

There was a movie playing in the background. It sounded familiar but something he couldn’t quite place at the moment. Then he heard something that warmed his hearts, a pure and happy giggle.

It was enough to push through the tiredness and open his eyes. And what he saw brought a smile to his face.

Y/N, his newest friend and couch-lender was sitting next to the couch in some Christmas themed pajamas. Beside them was a stuffie, a sippy cup and some biscuits on a tiny plate. On the tv played the new cartoon version of the grinch.

Every so often Y/N would be watching the scene before their head would be nodding off. Then when they realized, they would jump back up and continue watching.

The Doctor realized in two seconds what was going on. It had been far too long since he had seen a Regressor. On his home planet, regressing was as normal as sneezing, but on Earth it wasn’t as well know. Which is a shame the Doctor thought.

He began to sit up on the couch, and that’s when he realized why he was so comfy. He was wrapped in a soft pink blanket and surrounded by plushies.

“You’re awake!”

The Doctor turned to see a wide eyed Little staring back at him.

“Are you okay? How are you feeling?!” Their pacifier fell to the ground as the began to ramble on worried as ever.

“I’m alright. Better now actually than I was before. And even more better thanks to all of these friends that kept me nice and safe while I slept.”

He picked up one of the stuffies, a frog, and smiled. “What’s this one’s name?”

“Tiana. Just like the princess. By your hip is her husband Naveen.” Y/N pointed out.

The Doctor smiled and picked the other frog up. With the married frogs reunited he shook their feet. “It is nice to meet such a lovely couple.”

That caused Y/N to giggle at the Doctor’s silliness. But their giggle caused them to yawn soon after. That caught the Doctor’s attention.

“Y/N, how long have you been up?” He asked before looking around for a clock in their flat.

”Don’t know…wanted to make sure you were okay.” They said with another yawn.

Below the tv sat one that read 11:30pm. “It’s almost midnight! It’s far too late for someone as young as you. Come on, off to bed.” He stood up and walked over to where they were sitting.

The Doctor could see there was a bit of hesitancy in their eyes. “But what about you?”

“What about me?”

“What are you going to do? Are you going back to bed?”

“No. No, I’ve slept enough for at least another two years. But that doesn’t mean you don’t need to go to bed.”

“But…are you going to leave me?”

The question came out as broken and as sad as it could possibly sound.

Sure the Doctor had plenty of other things he had to do. He had to figure out how that creature got to Earth, he had to fix something in the Tardis’ engine…

But the look of wonder, of happiness and of concern for him on Y/N’s face struck something in him. It had been a while since he had a companion. Rose…well…she was gone. And recently Martha had left.

He wasn’t good alone, he knew that, but he always seemed to be alone. That was until now.

Now he had a chance to have a companion again. A friend to travel all throughout time and space with. But not only that, now he now had a Little to care for and watch over.

Plus it was Christmas Eve, and he was always a softie for Christmas.

He bent down, sitting across from them on the ground. He took their hands in his. “As long as you want me here, I’ll stay. I’ll even be happy to take care of you if you need. After all you took such good care of me. Let me return the favor.”

Y/M smiled and squeezed his hands back. “Yes!! I’d love you to stay! We can celebrate Christmas together!”

The Doctor smiled back, “Then that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

“But first things first! We gotta get you ready for bed!” The Doctor jumped up off the ground and offered his hand to Y/N to help them up.

Once up and hand in hand, the Doctor turned on his heels to go toward their bedroom but was stopped when Y/N pulled his arms back.

“Wait! We gotta put our cookies out for Santa.”

“Right, of course. We can’t forget about Santa now can we?” He winked.

So off to the small kitchen the two went to fetch some biscuits for Santa. Then there they sat, a tiny plate with two biscuits, some carrots for the reindeer and a glass of juice. With it sat a note to be read later.

The two stood back and admired their work. “You think Santa will like it?” Y/N asked.

“I don’t think he’ll like it. I think he’ll love it.” The Doctor smiled.

Y/N nodded and yawned. The Doctor took that as his cue to get his little one to bed.

“Alright you’ve been up far far too long. Time to go to bed before Santa arrives.” He lifted them into his arms and started to carry them off to bed.

Suddenly the clocks chimed, indicating that it was midnight and officially Christmas Day.

Despite being sleepy Y/N still lifted their head off his shoulder to look at the Doctor with a smile, “Merry Christmas Doctor!” They leaned forward and hugged him tightly.

He hugged back just as tight, “Merry Christmas Y/N!”

Y/N fell asleep soon after. All wrapped up in their fuzzy blanket cuddling close to the Doctor. And the Doctor? He held them close like a protective Caregiver would. And for the first time and a long time, he was happy. Truly and blissfully happy.

The note in the living room to Santa read as followed:

Dear Santa,

We apologize for the juice instead of milk. We almost fell into a coma trying to get milk. But thankfully we’re alive but without milk so please enjoy the glass of juice instead. Please thank the reindeers for their hard work and tell Ms. Clause Merry Christmas from us!

Sincerely,

Y/N and The Doctor

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xhdream · 5 months

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I’m just gonna drop this fansign clip here because it’s occupying my mind and I wanna sure my frustration…

https://x.com/makaazzang/status/1593530823210565632?s=46&t=UcCJ0fNqHOdCR6CBTKt2JA

The translation is:

“Nuna, I have something I wanna ask/bite, can I ask/bite?”

In Korean bite and ask is the same word…

I’m losing my mind over this >.< -🧋

tags: noona kink, oral (f) | mdni

“can i have a bite?” jooyeon asks, leaning forward with his mouth already hanging open. you protect the bowl with strawberries close to your chest, looking at him suspiciously. “i thought this was a gift for me.” you thought he had work, but he suddenly bursted into the living room, jumped on the couch beside you, and now he’s drooling over the red fruit covered with chocolate. “yeah, but you can share one or two with your boyfriend who was so nice to buy them for you,” he smirks, sticking his tongue out, and you place a strawberry between his teeth. he takes a bite with his eyes shut, and lets out a long moan that brings a certain warmth in your lower tummy. “mmm, sweet..” he licks over his lips in pleasure, before adding a compliment that makes your body hot from the unexpected turn of events. “just like you, noona,” he licks the dripping trace of juice from your wrist then moves onto the inside of your palm, before finally sucking eagerly on your two fingers by stealing them with his lips. you feel the back of his tongue and that makes you press your thighs together from the quickly spreading wetness. “that’s exactly how you taste on my tongue when you sit on my face, do you know that?” his words make you unknowingly move the bowl away, and he accept it as a sign to bring you in his lap.

“noona…” he moans into your mouth when you kiss, exchanging the sweet strawberry taste with strings of saliva. “can i have more…” he pleads, sliding a hand down into your panties. “please…” he continues begging during more of your rushed sloppy kisses; he keeps on begging even after you’ve taken your clothes off to hover over his face with his hands squishing your cheeks, and tongue desperately sticking out to meet your clit.

#💌: xhdream inbox #🧋 anon #xdinary heroes smut #xdh smut #xdinary heroes hard thoughts #jooyeon smut #jooyeon hard thoughts #jooyeon x reader #xdinary heroes x reader #requests <3

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deepdisireslonging · 5 days

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Sundress Season

Caught at the Buck’s summer party, Ricky has been distracted all day by the Reader’s apparel. She drags him away for a bit of fun.

Pairing: Ricky Starks x Reader

Warnings/Promises: food mention, SMUT, public indecency/risk of getting caught, creampie

Word Count: 1820

Note: Finally! Some Ricky smut! Brief, but the man *is* to the point. Happy reading!

Leave it to the Bucks to throw a barbeque. How they could bear to stand so close to the grills when it was so hot outside, you’d never know. The EVP’s were happy to establish themselves not just as the ‘best’ tag team on the roster, but also as the Grill Masters of their domain.

They flipped another pair of burgers high into the air in unison, cheering themselves on. The audience of wrestlers around gave a smattering of applause. They had nice tricks, but actually cooking the food was taking forever. It was hot. Everyone was hungry. And the Bang Bang Gang was whispering about hitting up the burger place down the road for reinforcements.

You whispered to Jay on his way by that the good taco place was closer, and it would tide everyone over without fully offending the pair of hosts. Not that he would worry about offending them. His face lit up, and he hurried to make another round through the yard to pass along the idea.

“Causing trouble?” Ricky slid up to your side, nursing one of the few glasses of lemonade left. Another thing the Bucks had under-considered to stock.

“Who, me?” You winked at him. “If anything, I’m doing my part to save the day. What have you been up to?”

He snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you close.

His nose nuzzled into the spot behind your ear. “I’ve been watching you twirl around in that dress and trying not lose my mind.” He dipped his head to kiss at the underside of your jaw. And kept kissing. While you squirmed, Ricky was oblivious to the giggles Britt and Willow were sending your way. He wrapped his other arm around your waist to keep you from stepping away. “Where you goin’?”

You rolled your eyes. This man – “I am trying to calm you down. This summer sun has apparently gone to your head.” Catching his eye, you added, “we should really get you into some shade.”

He picked up on the hint with a leer.

“Alright. Lead the way.”

From the corner of your eye, you noticed the Bang Bang Club hop into one of their cars. With as many tacos as they’d probably order from the close shop, you had maybe twenty to thirty minutes till they’d come back.

“Clock’s ticking.” You threw back the last of his lemonade and led him to the shady side of the house. You peeked around the corner, making sure another couple didn’t have the same idea. The coast was clear. You guided him to the center of the wall, far from the corner. And pinned his back against the stucco.

Ricky hummed in surprise as you placed open mouth kisses over his mouth and around his throat. “Needy are we?”

“Maybe.” You nipped at his earlobe. “And maybe I was twirling around in this dress to catch your attention. What took you so long?”

His eyes fluttered shut as you palmed his bulge. As you mouthed over his Adam’s apple, his hands roamed your body. Kneading your breasts. Squeezing your waist. He mumbled unhappily to find your shorts underneath your dress.

“What?” You grinned as he flipped your positions. “I’ve got several of them. Did you think I’d really risk the chaffing in this heat?”

“You wearing anything under them?”

“No. It was too hot-”

His deft fingers found the hole in the front that you’d been meaning to mend. He pulled the seam apart, giving himself just enough room to sight your sex. “No problem.” With a grin, he attacked your mouth again, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. He knew this would distract you. Even if your twirling fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck risked distracting him too, he counted on your grip masking how his hand slid up your thigh. He thumbed over your slick.

You jolted, filling his waiting mouth with a surprised yelp.

He worked quickly. Curling one finger into your sex, then two, before scissoring you open. All the while, his thumb circled and flicked over your clit. You panted hard. With your eyes closed against the heat and the pleasure, you didn’t see how he watched you. Watched how your mouth trembled when he moved his fingers a certain way. How your breath hitched when he changed the speed of his ministrations. And how your skin glistened just for him. Because only he could do this to you this well.

You finally cracked open your gaze to see his dark eyes watching your mouth. Smothering a grin, you darted out your tongue to wet them. Enraptured, he felt your hands slide down his shoulders on their path to your breasts. You trailed your fingers across the neckline. But before you could pull your breasts out over the fabric, he pressed in close.

“Nuh-uh.” He pressed your foreheads together. “Not sharing the sight of those with anyone who might walk around.”

Still, you adjusted the fabric until one nipple was free. “Not even a little?”

Caught in your game, he was helpless to do anything more than flick your clit as you pinched around the exposed bud. When you clamped around his fingers, he finally dipped his head to catch your nipple between his teeth. You knew you had him. He hummed delightedly around your flesh as you dug your hands into his hair again. Giving his locks a tug made him groan, sending a shot of electricity down your spine.

His fingers moved faster. More desperately to feel you leak around his digits, imagining how you’d do the same around his cock still trapped in his pants.

Lightly you scraped your nails into his scalp. Your vision had tunneled to the sight of his mouth on your chest. But you were close. You needed more. “Ricky-“

“Hmm?”

“Please.” You tried to pull his head away so that you could reach for his belt. “Need you.”

“All in good time.”

“We don’t have time.”

Around the corner, you could hear the party getting louder. Was the Gang back already? Or were the Bucks up to something else?

You whimpered as he curled perfectly into a spot that made your eyes cross. “Want you in me. Ricky…”

“Do you?” He tucked your breast back into your dress, but didn’t stop his fingers. He trailed his nose across your cheeks. “If the party’s hopping again maybe we should go back before we’re missed.”

“Come on, Ricky. Please. Please fill me. Give me your cock-“

“Shh. Shh.” He glanced towards the party with a smile. “Keep it down, darlin’.” He fumbled with the fastenings on his pants until he could slide his cock up through your ruined shorts and your slick. “Come here.” Resting his hand on the back of your head, he guided your face to the crook of his neck. He filled you slowly, pressing your open mouth against his flushed skin to muffle your keening. While panting to cover up his own groan of delight.

Sensitive as you were, you did your best to keep a pace that would catch Ricky up to where you needed. Not that you should have worried. His soft sounds in your ear were the quieter parallels of the grunts and rumbles that he would have at home. You leaned back, trailing your thumb along the bottom of his throat. When he managed to open his eyes, you guided him to watch where your bodies were connected. The sight made his pace wobble.

“Gonna make a mess,” he tried.

“That’s what the long skirt is for.” You bit your lip over your smile as he stared you down.

“Gonna be the end of me, sweetheart.”

“Then get us there. So close, baby.”

He followed your command. No place inside of you was a secret to him. Ricky knew where to spear, what speed you needed, when to circle his thumb over your clit, and how to bring you to the precipice. When your body seized, clamping on his length and your fingers bruising into his biceps, he kissed you deeply to cover your cries. He continued to thrust, chasing the last movements needed to fall with you. His lips mummered your name into the kiss. When his release erupted, he pressed you hard into the wall, pushing as close as he could get with your clothes still on. Like he could pass the blinding pleasure he felt because of you into your cells to feel in your own trembling nerves. Like you could merge into one being.

Ricky stayed sheathed in you while you both caught your breath. If you had been home, he would have propped your hips up so wouldn’t spill a drop. But as he pulled away, the sight of his cum leaking down your leg was a new inspiration. His cock twitched in his hand as he tucked it away.

You dropped the fabric of your dress down over the mess, oblivious to Ricky’s discovery. “Ready to go back?”

He pinned you to the wall one more time to answer you with a kiss. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

As you peeked around the corner, Jay and the Gunns were just arriving with the back-up food. But the Bucks were finally done cooking. As you joined the back of the crowd, everyone was excited to try both options.

Britt suddenly showed up by your side. “Where’d you two disappear to?” She took in your shy stammer and Ricky’s overly bright smile, and hummed. “Enjoy yourselves, did you?” She slid her hand into Adam’s palm as he joined her.

Despite your glare, Ricky couldn’t help but brag a little. “We took a chance to make our own fun. The shady side of the house is clear if you two need a respite from the heat.”

“Really?” Adam glanced over your heads to the shady safe haven. “Hey, baby-“

“Nuh-uh. Lunch first.” She kissed Adam’s cheek, keeping her lips close to his skin as she added, “dessert after.”

Adam’s face lit up. “M’Kay.” He let Britt drag him towards the front of the line, eagerly cutting in front of people. People who could easily become wrestling problems later, all for the chance of the dessert she had in mind.

“Dessert does sound good,” Ricky said. He rested his chin on your shoulder, pressing his torso into your back as you joined the line. “But at the hotel. In the air conditioning.”

You rolled your eyes and shot him back a look. “You’re from Louisiana! This heat is nothing.”

“So? Doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate a good stream of cool air when I can get it. Besides-” He nuzzled his nose into that spot behind your ear. “I am far from done with you.”

As his hands smoothed across your stomach, you pressed your thighs together, rubbing together over the mess he’d already made of you.

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#ricky starks #ricky starks x reader #ricky starks smut #reader insert #aew x reader #aew smut #wrestler x reader

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rascal-xo · 9 months

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Things We Never Said - Simon Riley x Female Reader

summary: it’s been a few weeks since your death, and Simon finds an unknown piece of your memory on base…

warnings; ANGST, mentions of death, overall sadness

Tags: @pukbadger @fiveshelmet @myguiltypleasures21 @madamemelaninn @emmaadlerrichtofen1 @swissy23 @thatchickwiththecamera @glitteryeggalmondherring @glitterypirateduck @glitteryeggalmondherring @allaboutirem0 @kittyoonsstuff @guiltgoreglory

A/N: Quick blurb to let you know that i’m alive - Also I no longer have access to my google form that I made for people who wanted to be added to my taglist so if you want to be on it, COMMENT UNDER MY MASTERLIST (pinned to my profile) My posting schedule is hella messy so keep checking back in every now and then if you aren’t on the taglist already.

Ghost, walked down the dimly lit corridor of the military base, his footsteps echoing in the silence. It had been a few weeks since Y/N’s untimely death, a sacrifice made in the chaos of a life-or-death situation. Captain Price had ordered her room to remain untouched, a small shrine to her memory. It was the least the 141 could do after losing someone so vital to the team.

With a heavy heart, Ghost pushed open the door to Y/N’s room. It was as if time had stopped in this space. Her belongings, her scent, everything felt frozen in time. He ran a gloved hand over the edge of her neatly made bed, memories flooding back.

He approached her small desk, cluttered with mementos and photos. Among them was a pair of backup dog tags she always kept close. Ghost picked them up, his fingers trembling slightly. He stared at them, lost in thought.

As he reached for a framed photo of her and the rest of the 141 on a rare day off, his fingers brushed against something unexpected. A folded letter, hidden beneath the photo, caught his attention. His heart skipped a beat as he pulled it out.

The handwriting was unmistakably Y/N’s, and he felt a lump in his throat as he saw his name on the front. He carefully opened the folded paper…

"Simon,

I know you’ll stumble upon this at some point, so i’m writing down some thoughts now anyway. Life's funny that way, isn't it?

I'm sorry, too, for any mess I might've made along the way. Life got tangled, and I wish I could've sorted it out better. I got you caught up in my mess and I promised myself i’d take you out of it eventually.

You've been so important to me, even when I couldn't quite say it right. Your happiness was always my biggest hope, and I hope you find it, even if I'm not around to see it.

In another world, in another time, who knows, right? But just remember, you meant the world to me.

Oh, and about all my stuff, there's no will or anything, but I want you to have it. You can do whatever you like with whatever’s left in my room when you all make it back to base safe. I secured all knowledge that you all will.

Maybe it’s selfish but I hope you’ll keep a piece of me with you. It’s not fair to ask that of you, but I will be at peace knowing you’re safer now.

You’re forever in my heart and mind, Simon Riley. Don’t forget it, Lt.

With all my love,

Y/N

Simon’s world seems to crumble around him. The words weighing heavily on his soul, like an anchor dragging him into an abyss of grief. A profound emptiness settles deep within him, a hollow ache that left him gasping for breath.

It was as if the letter has stolen the very essence of his being, leaving him adrift in a sea of sorrow. The room feels colder, the memories more distant, and the future more uncertain. The person who had given his life meaning, who had been his anchor, was gone.

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #fanfic #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #simon riley imagine #ghost x female reader #simon riley x you #ghost x you

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knottyk · 1 year

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Big Baby

Pairing: Eddie x Reader

Word count: 889

Tags: food, fluff, reader is a little snappy, eddie is a big goof

a/n: hi!! so sorry for making you wait so long :’) I kinda strayed away from some parts of your request, i hope u don’t mind. 😅 Thank you for your request! The image is very silly in my mind, i hope you enjoy :)) @eddiejosephluv

The batter hisses against the hot pan as you pour it carefully, trying to make a perfect circle. It had been your fifth attempt and you were hoping that after adding a few tablespoons of flour, your batter won’t be too runny or too stiff. The last time you’d cooked pancakes, you ended up with far too many for two people ending with you and Eddie being too stuffed for lunch. So far, it seems like a success.

You swipe your spatula under it once the bubbles appeared and got ready to flip it without ruining the shape. In your mind, you counted down from 3.

3, 2, 1… But your focus popped like a balloon when fingers dig on your sides and Eddie’s chin slips on your shoulder. “Hi.”

Your eyelids flutter shut as you contain your breathing, not having the best patience in the morning. Especially not when you were so close to perfecting your circle.

Eddie hums with his lips on your neck but he’s fast to pull away when you don’t react, your hands hanging still on the air and nose slightly flaring with every exhale.

“Babe?” He still has hands on your waist but he’s ready to step back if you snap.

You open your eyes with an exasperated sigh and Eddie is confused.

“What did I do?” He asks calmly but his mind is running on five hundred horsepower.

Shit. At this point what didn’t he do?

“You ruined my circle.” You wriggle out of his grasp and lazily scooped it out of the pan and dumped it on the pile of very wobbly pancakes.

Eddie watched you plop it without care and he’s careful not to laugh audibly. He’s already on thin ice, it seems. “I’m sorry.”

Pouring another one on the pan, you tut when one side runs slightly over the outline of the circle. Eddie sits himself on the counter beside the sink and starts to stir the batter on the bowl. You watch him for a second before speaking with a deadpan voice. “Don’t over whisk it.”

He stares at you but you keep your eyes on the pan, watching each bubble appear to the surface. Trying to catch your attention, he makes a point to hit the sides of the bowl with the fork to make a louder noise.

“It’s on you if we’re eating chewy pancakes.”

When you don’t even blink, he tries to lean in and poke his head in front of your face. With the bowl on his arms and another hand stirring, he loses his balance and falls into the well of the sink with the bowl sliding off the side. You caught it before it crashed on the floor but not fast enough before the batter drooped out.

Turning the stove off, you look down in shock on the sticky, gloopy mess on the floor then up to Eddie who was awkwardly stuck in the sink. He stares at you with wide eyes, paused mid-attempt at pulling himself up.

But laughter bubbles out of your lips as your grip on the bowl loosens and suddenly, you’re wiping your tears out of your eyes. Eddie holds a smile that looked more like a grimace and a wince as he watches you double with laughter.

He looks really funny. He’s kind of folded as the sink is almost up to his waist, legs dangled and overflowing on the counter. His elbow is strangled with the faucet and a fork is tightly gripped in his fist.

You wipe your sticky hands on a damp rag before stepping over the batter, stopping in front of the sink. “Are you okay?” You ask breathlessly, tiny spurt of chuckles cutting your words.

It is now your turn to bite back your laughs as Eddie jokingly glares at you as he leans on the window behind him, hand caressing his elbow. “That actually hurt.” He says.

You fake a pout and swipe his hair out of his face. “Aw, is wittle baby eddie huwt? Has he got a boo boo?”

Happy to finally get off your bad side, he nods with closed eyes and tiny sniffles.

Returning back to your normal voice, you pull him by the hand. “Come here, you big baby.”

It takes you a few good tugs before he’s stumbling out of the sink and you start to wipe the floor while crouching.

You scoot back to get a few splatters further from the counters when you hit Eddie’s leg. You look up and he’s still pouting with a hand over his elbow. “What?”

“My boo boo.” He mimics your words.

You haven’t forgotten your annoyance towards him but it was very silly and shallow. You’ve come to terms now that you just really woke up on the wrong side of the bed and you’re looking for a way to vent the frustration. Eddie didn’t deserve to be snapped at for something he didn’t really do.

With an eye roll, you got up to inspect his elbow. There really was a bruise forming where he probably hit it on his fall. His big brown eyes were trained on you, watching attentively. So you give his elbow a kiss, peck his cheek, and then a quick one on the lips.

“Okay. Let’s get that taken care of, baby.”

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#eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie x you #eddie munson x you #eddie fluff #eddie munson #eddie imagine #eddie stranger things #eddie fanfic

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mischiefmaker615 · 1 year

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7 Minutes

Rating: R

Storyline: Everyone decides to play 7 minutes in heaven, and guess who picks the god of mischief..

Y/N sipped at her drink, still trying to keep her buzz going as she still could hear the annoying pitch of a drunk Tony Stark in the background as he gathered the crowd for the next game.

''honestly aren't we a little old for-'' she heard Nat start but Tony already tossed the bag at her to pass around once an item was collected from each person.

''I'm more surprised he's still standing'' Y/N added, her heart rate picking up when you saw Thor coming over, dragging Loki with him and her eyes immediately dropped down.

He had been allowed to remain under tight supervision while now and again doing 'community service' for his sentence, aka tagging along on small missions and what not. the strict rule was via Fury: don't do anything that would risk your job. Y/N took another sip of her drink as she shuddered at the thought of Fury's threat.. but it's not like he'd find out her feelings towards Loki, so her job was safe..

Loki was definitely not in the mood for any sort of game, but he had to tread lightly since he was here on the good graces of his brother. If he wanted to keep things at least remotely in his favor, he had to play along.

Figuring shed just add a damn item for the hell of it, she knew Stark wouldn't shut up if she didn't participate and passed the bag along.

With a famous eye roll, Loki pulling out one of his marked daggers. About to put it in the bag, Thor stopped him with a reproachful look. "What?" Loki asked before realizing and sighed. "Oh, alright," he grumbled, putting a cover over the blade of the dagger and dropping it in the bag.

''now we got more than one closet around here so just take whatever's available, i do also have cond-''

''we go the idea.'' Y/N chimed before the bag was tossed at her by Tony and she gave him a look.

''sounds like you want to go first then.'' Tony said with hidden sarcasm as they both flipped each other off before she reached in the bag.

Already finding Tony's item and quickly snatched the next thing instead to dodge that bullet, the item she pulled out just so happened to be the god of mischief himself. Most of the males in the group quickly glanced at Loki and some shifted with concern and uncomfortableness.

''perhaps you should pick something else..'' Bruce encouraged.

Y/N's eyes widened as they couldn't help but snap up to her chosen partner's own. Loki shared the same look at how that had caught him by genuine surprise, evident by his expression losing its normal sullenness.

Thor shook his head, once again nudging Loki's arm. "I'm sure Loki will behave himself!" He said. "Right, brother?"

Loki blinked to get over his surprise, nodding his head. "-With my life on the line, I'd be stupid to try something foolish,..." he said with a nod, just so everyone knew he was serious as he gave a wavered smile, his mind not exactly in the right place as he mentally pulled himself together. He didn't know what he would do, but it would be away from prying eyes, whatever it was, and that was enough to motivate him to behave.

Honestly most of the conversation was drowned by Y/N's own nerves.. it was just a game, right? Fury will never find out.. it s not like they had to do anything? they're could just.. talk for seven minutes or something- as she got up and shyly moved forward, Quill stuck his leg out and caused her to stumble forward, making her quickly reach out and grasp Loki's awaiting hand quickly.

They mutually gave Peter a death look who tried holding back his laughter as Y/N and Loki quickly retracted their hands before Thor ushered them towards the closet in a hurry, looking more excited than Stark honestly as they both looked like they were both plotting and humored over the whole thing. With the door slamming shut behind him as they found themselves in the dark and cramped together where their shoes were practically touching, Thor's voice could be heard from the outside.

''remember what Tony said about the Midgardian protection! what was it called again?''

Y/N's face heated up, glad it couldn't be seen as she tried to get her eyes to adjust to the darkness and bit her lip 'your brother is impossible sometimes..'' she muttered quietly as she tried to break the silence and she could heard Loki give a light chuckle.

''I've had to deal with that impossibility for years" he said with a small grin and hesitated, trying to think on if what he said could be considered rude or not so he quickly changed the subject. "So what are you meant to do in this game?" he asked, pretending to be clueless. "I'm not sure there's an Asgardian equivalent to trapping two people in a small room together."

The blush again. ''...to be honest- i don't think there are any definite rules during the seven minutes, one could talk or nap like some I've heard doing in there, but the stereotypical thing most Midgardians find themselves doing is..'' she quickly stopped herself, suddenly feeling nervous as she glanced down at the floor with her mind in panic. Dare she say it? ''.... talk..''

He nodded along gently, folding his arms across his chest as he couldn't help but smile at the sound of her nervousness and her answer repeated itself, showing how panicked a bit she was in this enclosed, dark situation. "Well, that sounds rather boring," He stayed quiet for a moment, his cheeks growing a little warm. "Well, perhaps we could try and do something else," he said lightly, slowly standing to his full height now as his voice lowered. "After all, it is just you and I in here, no one else to see us..." He gently reached out; his eyes barely having adjusted to the dark but just enough to help rest his hand against her cheek.

Y/N's cheeks reddened, a small flinch showing as his touch came out of nowhere, but she didn't back away. Her eyes slowly raised to his, barely being able to make out any of his features.. but just enough as butterflies awoke in her stomach. he was gentle, his long slender fingers caressing her as she felt herself relax as she pushed all thoughts of warning aside, from out there and even beyond out there as Fury's voice faded off in her head. ''..whatever happens in the closet stays in the closet'' she whispered, almost sounding like a warning as her hand took his and she gently kissed his open palm.

When she kissed his palm, it almost set an alarm in his mind and he leaned forward, his hands moving to find her cheeks, roaming her neck. "Forgive me, but I'm going to take that as a sign of permission," he said softly, leaning in and catching her lips in a kiss.

Y/N felt a shiver of pleasure run down her spin as she felt his soft lips meet hers in a tender and gentle kiss. She didn't hesitate to kiss back as he sighed in her mouth, their bodies relaxing as they leaned closer and closer together until he was backing her up, using his body to move hers and pressed against her so her back was against the wall. she never really noticed how different their heights were until she had to almost stand on her toes to help accommodate him bending down, resting her hands on his shoulders as his traveled down to her waist.

It didn't take long before he wrapped his arms around her waist, picking her up so they were almost at eye level, still gently keeping her against the wall and that their his kiss could deepen as he leaned more forward into her.

Loki felt her legs wrap around his waist, which was an incredibly nice feeling, cementing in his mind that she was certainly feeling something towards him as well. His hands had found themselves cradling her rump, his lips pulling back and moving to her jawline and now down her neck as he murmured against her skin ''I wish I could see you..''

Y/N bit her lip as her eyes fluttered closed at the sensation of his lips on her skin, feeling him nipping and sucking at her skin as her hands traveled to his hair, hearing his moan as she tangled her fingers. ''but you already know what I look like..'' she lightly teased, wondering how she was still able to form words at the moment.

Loki chuckled and buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her sweet aroma ''I'm sure you're making very beautiful faces right now'' he teased back and smirked as he felt her shiver against him. He was suddenly overcome with the urge to see her, all of her, a feeling that surged through him in almost lightning speed that he gripped her thighs slightly tighter, holding onto her as she gripped his shoulders more and her back arched so her chest pressed against him. hesitation showed though when he felt her body tense ever so slightly and he leaned back a little to look at her with a sheepish look. ''perhaps you should set the pace..''

Y/N held back a light laugh as they pressed their foreheads together and she bit her lip ''you're a god Loki.. other's will break if you're not careful'' she gently teased but advised as she slowly ran her fingers through his hair in a smooth motion, having no doubt he could probably feel her heart beat against him.

"I suppose so," he said gently, leaning in to plant gentle kisses along her neck. "In that case, I suppose I could certainly go much slower for you to handle it." He grinned gently against her neck, his hold still on her thighs but gentler now, from her advice. His lips trailed up and down her neck with smooth motions, his eyes closed as she played with his hair.

''..i can handle it-'' she said stubbornly, quickly hushed by the feel of his lips against her neck and honestly sounding like a child trying to be brave. she practically melted in his arms as she leaned back a little so she can capture his lips again, humming against them as she relaxed herself.

After a few moments, he pulled away, gently lifting one hand to brush away some of her hair behind her ear "Do you think our time is almost up?" he breathed, almost sounding like he was planning something otherwise.

Y/N gently wiggled from his grip, setting on the floor and placing an ear to the door a moment. Silence. She turned back at him and although he couldn't see the playful look in her eye, he definitely heard it in her voice. ''what are you going to do if it's not?''

"Well, I can't exactly do everything I want to in a little closet like this," he smirked and slowly stalked forward. "So I suggest we rebel and take things to a larger setting so we're comfortable. How does that sound?"

Y/N's cheeks reddened regardless of her being the one to hint at their next step, but before she could truly wrap her brain around the whole thing, the words had already left her mouth. ''alright-''

~~~

Her back hit the mattress with him on top of her in a second, his hands traveling to her side while the other rested on her cheek as his lips captured hers once more. It had been difficult getting past the crowd once they had left the closet, having to listen to all the jokes, accusations and remarks as they passed but Loki had finally had enough to where he just used magic to get them to his room, door locked and sealed.

Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck as he laid his body on top of hers, feeling her against him fit practically like a glove and she hummed against his lips, feeling his bulge press against her and noticed how his body began to shake. She knew he was holding back for her sake and she pulled away from the kiss just a moment to look him in the eyes with gentle want and understanding ''..go ahead..''

He could feel his mind slightly running wild, but he kept it under control, taking a breath before he crashed his lips onto hers. Never had they thought they would get to this point with each other, but how their bodies reacted told them it has been far to long. He felt her hips beginning to rise and fall, rubbing against him as her hands ran down his shoulders and over his back, pausing here and there and he chuckled, sitting up to straddle her hips and look down at her frustration. With a bit of magic, his top half of his leather and armor disappeared and he smirked "Is that better for you?"

''a bit, yes'' she teased as she ran her hands along his shoulders and back, her nails gently running along his smooth skin before her finger tips found his chest and abs, pushing him up a little so she can prop herself and remove her own shirt.

"Well, this is certainly intricate," he said gently as he looked over the black lace hungrily, hovering over her closely as his hand traced along the cup of the bra and along the skin of her chest. He gave her a smile, catching her lips in a slightly stronger kiss as his hips once again moved against hers.

Moving his hands to her back where the clasps of the bra rested, He worked for just a moment to figure it out before undoing it and it slipped from her chest without him ever breaking the kiss. He smiled into the kiss when she moved down to unbuckle his pants, moving his hips and gently shaking his head. "I believe you're not done undressing just yet," he said gently, his hands moving to hold her chest, feeling more of her soft skin on her breasts with a gentle sigh of satisfaction.

''you're not either might i add'' she lightly challenged with a hidden pout and she grinded her hips up against him to tease, hoping to get him that much faster.

"Alright, then," he said, moving off her for just a moment to remove his pants, also taking a moment to remove hers. He hovered over her again, his hand slightly dipping between her thighs. "Better?" He smirked as she let out a small gasp when his fingers found her intimate part, already seeing how ready she was through her panties.

Her hand slowly traveled down his chest and stomach before she rubbed against the bulge in his boxers, biting her lip at his intimidating size as she spoke between whimpers as his hand dipped under and began rubbing small fast circles against her clit. ''i-I don't think it's g-going to fit..''

He couldn't help but laugh gently as his eyes closed a moment, feeling her hand rub at his member as he strained to speak a moment and brushed a finger gently at her entrance. 'gods she was tight..' "Well, maybe not all at once, of course, But I'm willing to work towards that point if you have patience." He dipped again, kissing down her neck to her chest, rubbing between her thighs with a bit more urgency while his other hand slowly added a finger into her entrance.

Y/N moaned, her back arched as her hands gripped around his back and her head fell back against the pillow as he began to finger fuck her in a slow rhythm. ''i can't promise patience...'' she lightly teased, her voice but of a whisper now.

He stayed on her chest, roaming around with his tongue as his hand stayed between her thighs, finally getting to the spot they had been itching for but not nearly at the speed she needed. He wanted to see how much her patience could be stretched, after all.

Y/N made sure to nip at his neck, feeling him add another digit and she helped herself by reaching into his boxers and stroking him up and down, keeping up with his slow, agonizing pace.

"If that's meant to be a punishment for teasing, it's not helping your case," he mused with a chuckle, looking at her as he slowly removed his fingers, her eyes glistening at him and her loss. Patience running thin, he just snapped her panties off in one go and a small flash of green and his boxers were gone to. He moved down and captured her lips once more in a more passionate and hungrier kiss than only grew when he slipped his tongue in her mouth and dominated her orally. He took hold of himself and aligned himself at her entrance, feeling her breath hitch as he buried his face in the crook of her neck and kissed her skin gently ''whenever you're ready Y/N..'' he whispered, feeling her shake a little but the way she clung onto him made sure that she didn't plan on letting him go anytime soon and he felt her nod.

''fuck me Loki..'' she breathed and his pupils dilated, a primal expression taking over and it took all his strength to slowly enter her, all the way to the hilt instead of slamming all the way in like a stallion in heat.

Loki kissed her a bit stronger, not knowing how much longer he would be able to really hold back. But he had to, for Y/N's sake, or this chance would never come again. He began his slow movements by moving out to his tip before burying himself once more completely before starting over, his eyes closing from the pleasure of her glorious moan as her fingers gripped his back. ''you feel wonderful Y/N..'' he breathed softly.

Y/N shuddered out of pleasure, feeling him as she shut her eyes and took all of him in. he was patient, gentle, and she couldn't get enough of him. she clung to him as much as she could, adjusting fully to accommodate his size as she caught her breath ''..i need you..'' she breathed, slowly starting to buck her hips.

Loki's lips now trailed to her neck, moving his hips along with hers to create a steady rhythm, small moans coming from his throat with every little movement as he increased his speed.

Y/N bit her lip as she began feeling her muscles contract around him as he hit all the right spots. Gripping the sheets now, her back arched and her breath hitched as his hand found her clit and rubbed tight circles with his teeth leaving marks everywhere along her neck which she knew was going to be a show for tomorrow. ''Loki..'' she begged as she began getting close to reaching hers and her eyes blurred ever so slightly as his speed picked up into long, deep thrusts into her.

"You first, my darling," he said gently, kissing along the side of her face as her hands flew to grip his back, her finger nails running along his back and made him rut her all the faster.

His whispers seemed to help the situation all the more as she clung onto him, her inner muscles contracting hard as she met her release in a wave, screaming out his name as she shook and his fingers slowed amongst her clit but his thrusts pounded into her faster as they began growing faster.

Giving a few more deep thrusts, his lips crashed onto hers as he released, shuddering as he emptied himself and the only sound in the room was their heavy breathing. Making sure to keep gentle hands on his shoulders to prevent himself from collapsing down, he slowly pulled himself out of her dripping pussy and laid himself down at her side panting.

Scooting herself to his side, he didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around her and hold her close with a kiss to her forehead and she cuddled close to his chest. She felt him began to chuckle and she couldn't help but smile at his mood, looking up at him with dick drunk eyes and care and he looked down at her with a smirk.

''I quite like this game darling.''

Shoutout to https://www.quotev.com/scarletwitchxo for RPing this storyline and helping with inspiration ♥

#Loki Laufeyson #loki #loki smut #loki x reader smut #dom loki #loki fluff #lokidom #the avengers

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outer banks ● one girl two guys pt. 4 ● j. maybank + t. thornton

warnings

angst / hurt comfort / fluff. Complicated relationships, reader/you does not get along with Kiara Carrera at all, mentions of reader/you having a not so great home life, 🍃 and alcohol + confrontations, partying and potential violence between characters, eventual filth.

<- reader is female. vague descriptors including hair/clothes/body parts and personality traits, possibly a nickname or petname.

word count

4008 exactly. Welcome to part 4, babes. pt 3 is ( here ) for missing context.

y'all are gonna be so tiredt of this i s2g, but i'm having a blast. i've never played around with this type of scenario before.

summary

( continued from here, a few days later )

Two guys, one girl. There's no way this is gonna go painlessly, right? Who will you wind up with by the end of it all, Kook or Pogue? How much will you lose along the way?

taglist

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other links

masterlist ● jjs masterlist ● topper's masterlist ● about + rules

JJ spots you sitting in the sand,your knees drawn up and the wind blowing your hair. He pauses and takes a deep breath. Does a quick look around as jealousy floods him at the thought he’s having about the way Topper Thornton is always lingering close by to you lately. A fat raindrop makes contact with his skin as he wanders over and flops down, sitting beside you wordlessly.

“Hey.”

You jump a little because you were lost in your own mind and you didn’t hear or see JJ when he wandered up and sat down. You take a sip of the Dr. Pepper sitting next to you and shift your gaze from the choppy water over to JJ.

“Hey.” you finally respond.

JJ takes another deep breath. “I know you’re mad..” he starts. Goes quiet. Takes off his baseball cap and drags a hand through platinum colored hair. He glances over at you and then continues, “I know, okay? I’m sorry I didn’t say something. I was just kind of worried about you.”

You look up, raising the Dr.Pepper bottle to your lips. JJ shifts around the way he’s sitting as blue eyes catch on the way your mouth looks wrapped around the opening in the bottle. He coughs abruptly. You still haven’t said anything to him beyond the quiet Hey a few seconds ago. And his stomach is churning, it’s doing lazy flips inside him.

“See, here’s the thing.” you place the bottle back down in the sand next to you. “You really weren’t. I think you spent the whole time we talked prodding me about Topper and asking me to be nicer to Kie.. Or am I remembering wrong?”

“I asked how your mom was! You’re the one who told me everything was fine. I’m not a mind reader, ___.” he fumes, words dying away on his lips as soon as he looks at you and it sinks in just how much you're hurting lately. And he's angry with himself because it's mostly his fault.

“And you weren’t a jerk either. You’re changing, okay? It hurts.” you interrupt before you can stop yourself.

“I’m not though.” JJ insists. "I've just been busy. There's been a lot going on, damn it."

Yeah, you think, a lot of stuff that you're shutting me out of when you normally wouldn't.

Instead of saying it out loud, you shove the thought down. Go quiet for seconds that feel like hours to him as he's sitting there, taking a deep breath. Staring out at the water and trying like hell to keep from letting himself look like a bitch and start crying.

“You haven’t asked if I wanted to hang a single time since..” you raise a hand, rubbing the bridge of your nose. “I wish I’d never gotten high with you guys that night and acted like that. You’ve been distant and cold since. I was stupid.”

“No..” JJ protests, going quiet. Because you’re not wrong, it was awkward. It was awkward in the sense that he hadn't known what to do or how to respond when it happened. This didn’t mean he didn’t want you being affectionate towards him or that he didn’t like it or anything like that, it just felt.. Wrong at the time. And just having that thought feels so bad, it’s so hard for him to have. He doesn’t want it, it feels intrusive.

But then he thinks about watching the sun set with Kie the night before when you bailed on him at the last second. Fair enough, he’s aware that he bailed on you most of the summer. And he hasn’t been telling you anything that’s gone on, you freaked out when he went missing, only to have him return and not offer any sort of explanation.

He knows he’s one thousand percent in the wrong.

He knows he’s been a shitty best friend. He knows he’s pushing you further and further away but he doesn’t know how to stop it from happening.

“It’s not that, okay?” he’s looking at you, you’re looking at choppy water. You shrug. “It’s really not a big deal. If you’re out here to ask if I’m okay with you and Kie, I don’t care. It’s your life, JJ.”

The whole time you’re saying it, you can feel your stomach churn. You can feel the bitterness in your mouth because you don’t mean a single word of what you’re saying to him. You want to be angry, you want to scream, to make a scene, to finally be brave enough to tell him what you’ve already tried and failed at showing him.

Most of all, you want this nagging feeling in your gut that you’re losing him to leave entirely. You want your sunshine boy back. The one who wants to be around. The one who doesn’t keep secrets or leave you out of things just because they might be a little ‘too dangerous’.

“You don’t..” JJ trails off. Tenses up slightly. “You don’t mean that. Just do it already. Get pissed. Do something, ___ because this isn’t like you, cupcake.”

“Maybe I’m tired, JJ. You can only fight the current so long before you drown. Maybe I’m just ready to drown.”

“That’s fucking morbid.” JJ mumbles. And he glances over at you, concern in baby blue eyes. Your ocean eyed boy and your heart is breaking when the thought comes because you knowit’s happening. You’re losing him. One day, maybe not long from now with the way things are going to hell in a hurry, you’ll see him in the street and you won’t even acknowledge.

His next question makes you laugh to yourself quietly and turn to look at him with a brow raised when he asks, “You don’t.. Like you don’t wanna die or somethin..”

“What the hell? No. No, JJ, I don’t want to die. I’ve got too much spite in me for that?” you laugh softly. “It was a metaphor. Just a metaphor.” and you go quiet again. Digging your toes into cool, damp sand.

“If she really makes you happy, go for it.”

“I think she might.” JJ answers quietly. “Can’t you give her a chance? You guys used to be best friends.”

“Nope. That ship sailed. It sailed when her mom had to go butting in. She’s the reason I nearly had to go live with the old man over in Figure 8.. Or did you forget? And Kiara’s the one who put her up to calling in the first place.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I have a feeling.”

JJ grumbles quietly. In a sour mood now, he asks with a scowl, “Where’s your appendage today, huh? Over on Figure 8? Golfing? Whatever the fuck it is they do?”

You roll your eyes and shrug. “Topper comes and goes when he wants. It’s not like I’m his girl or something. He doesn’t own me and I don’t own him.”

JJ looks at you. “Are you trying to say something?”

“Nope.” but he knows damn well you are. He knows that sometimes he was possessive. A little bit too overprotective when it came to you. Because it caused clashes so many times over the course of your friendship.

It never bothered you before though. You told him once that you liked it. Then after certain things went down and he tried acting like everything was normal and it felt too weird to do.. He just kind of stopped.

He’s wondering if it bothers you.

“I’m sorry. I mean it. I’ll be around more, alright? You’re not going to lose me, ___. You’re stuck with me.” he chuckles as he looks at his hand. “Blood pact.”

You manage a weak laugh and you shrug. “Things have to change sometimes, JJ. It’s okay. I’m okay. You’re with Kiara now, you should enjoy that. Enjoy her.” but what you aren’t saying is that you won’t be around to bear witness because you refuse to subject yourself to it.. Or to her. Because you can’t stand her and you’re not going to pretend otherwise. It’s bad enough that you do it for the sake of a job that puts food on the table and occasionally, pays whatever bill your mom magically forgets.

“But you’re my best friend. And I care about you too.”

“I know, JJ. I know you do.”

“I haven’t acted like it lately.” JJ admits, dropping his shoulders slightly. You lean back, propping elbows in the sand. “It kind of goes two ways though, doesn’t it? I could’ve reached out sooner, I know where you live, it’s just..” you go quiet and shake your head. “Nothing. It’s dumb and I’m not gonna be like her.”

“What? Tell me, ___.”

“You’ve been busy a lot lately. With John B and Pope. And I didn’t want to bother you with the stupid bullshit that’s been going on? Because it’s not different than it was or anything, so there wasn’t any need to bother you. I just.. You could’ve asked me to help too.”

“It was too dangerous and you know it.”

“I’m not a child, JJ.” you rub the bridge of your nose and laugh a little. “It kind of feels like you just wanted to leave me out. Because things got weird.”

JJ mulls it over. “Whatever you think.”

“I’m not wrong. Look,we’ve both been shit at the best friend thing lately. Not just you.”

“I could’ve come by.”

“You could’ve let me know you were alive when you took off and went missing too. I was worried sick. Then you come back and it’s like.. Nothing. Not a word.”

JJ stretches and leans back with you. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” you mumble, falling silent again.

“You’re not seriously into Topper…” he asks, going quiet. Staring at you expectantly. Waiting on an answer.

You shrug. “I don’t know, okay? He’s nice.”

JJ scoffs at this. “He’s an asshole. He jumped Pope.”

“I know. Why the hell do you think I’m not all over him? Because I’m not lying when I tell you that physically, the attraction is there. But then I think of all the shitty things they’ve done to us in the name of some stupid ages old feud.. And I dunno, okay?”

“So you’d fuck him?”

“You don’t want an answer to that, JJ.” “Actually, I do.”

You take a deep breath. “Probably. Doubt that’s what he wants though. Can we talk about anything else? I’m not asking you if you want to fuck Kie, am I?”

“Nope. But this is different. He’s one of them, cupcake. Kie isn’t.”

“But here’s the thing, JJ.. Technically, she’s as much one of them as Topper.”

“She’s not.”

“Whatever, JJ. I’m not fighting with you. If you want to fight, go find somebody else, okay? I’m tired.”

And there’s something about the way you say it that has him moving to sit closer. Slipping an arm around you and pulling you against him til you can smell the faint sweat and saltwater in his skin and hair. You know you need to pull away but you can’t because it hits you how bottled up you’ve kept everything and JJ’s just letting you rant and rave, an arm around you as he listens.

For a minute, it feels like nothing’s changed.

This all changes when Kie clears her throat. She gives you a slight glare as you pull away from JJ and wipe at your eyes while standing. “I’m going to go now, JJ. See you around.”

As soon as your gone, Kiara folds her arms and pouts up at JJ. “What the hell was that about? Did she say anything about why she’s so angry at me lately?”

“Not a word, babe.” JJ watches you walk away and Kiara notices. Sighing to herself. Upset because she’s starting to realize that sooner or later, she’ll either lose JJ to you or JJ won’t have his best friend anymore because you’ll move on. Distance yourself from him. From all of them, probably.

And it really bothers her because she never meant to cause any of this. All she wanted to do was be with JJ.

“This isn’t your fault, Kie. She’s been like this all summer, okay?” JJ mutters, managing a smile, slipping an arm around her. “C’mon. Let’s go surf or something.”

But he catches sight of you as you disappear into the dive you like to play pool and darts in and he's wondering if any of what's happening is right. Is he making a big mistake?

—

"Damn, girl."

You roll your eyes and just as the asshole reaches for a handful of your ass, a throat clears from behind you.

"Hey, didn't anybody tell you to keep your hands to yourself?" Topper’s looking at the older man in disdain, arms folded over his chest.

"Top.." you start, but you're too tired to insist that this is strictly a you problem, after all you're the one who turned in forged papers to get a job working the bar in the first place. And something tells you if you were to point that out, he'd still do it.

And maybe deep down, you like it. It feels nice to let someone else handle something instead of doing what you normally do and just handle it yourself.

"This your man?"

"Well-" you start to say he's not but he speaks up in a hurry. "As far as you're concerned, yeah.. yeah I am."

The man scowls about Topper’s answer and Topper smirks, giving you an amused shrug as he walks away, disappearing into the crowd in the back.

You put it down to another chance encounter and you assume he's long gone but as you make your way through a crowd so thick you almost can't breathe, hands grab you by the hips and you're standing out in the alley behind the bar before you can even process.

"Hey. Easy. It's just me." Topper could see you about to react like you would if a stranger grabbed you and he wants to calm you down. You let your head roll back and lean against the wall as you catch your breath.

"It's a madhouse in there, huh? How are you even working here?" Topper asks, stepping up into you. He shields the flame to your lighter as you light your cigarette. You shrug. "I know people, lets leave it at that.. It's this or live without electricity for a while." you laugh quietly, "but I'm fucking exhausted."

You step away from him a little so the smoke doesn't smother him.

"I figured you left." you speak up after a long pause. Topper watches as you thump your cigarette towards a puddle nearby and then he looks up, locks eyes with you.

"I was going to. Then I remembered how many times a week Peterkin gets called down here. I didn't wanna leave you alone in this crap."

You exhale and it's shaky. Squeeze your eyes shut as you lean against the wall to rest a little. Your ass is numb from the amount of times some overgrown frat boy masquerading as a man has grabbed it tonight.

You hate this job already but you hate the prospect of asking anybody for anything even more, especially if that somebody happens to be the rich asshole who fathered -and totally fucked up at raising- your mom.

"Are you okay,___?"

"I'll live." you let Topper pull you off the gravel where you'd sank down to sit on the ground. When he pulls you up it puts you pressed up against him and you melt into him even more. You're exhausted, you're dead on your feet and there's a whole hour left in your shift to go yet.

Topper tries to stop himself but he can't. An arm wraps around you. You don't even try to get distance between you. "You smell so good." it slips out before you can stop it and you want a hole to open up and suck you down. You don't dare look up at him, you can't.

He chuckles. "Thanks." but what he manages to stop himself from saying back is that he's breathing in the sweet berry scent of your drugstore shampoo and it's soothing, it's the sweetest scent he's ever smelled and it's you.

Someone hisses your name and you pout at the idea of pulling away and going back into the madhouse.

"I'll hang around.. take you home."

"Top.." you start to protest but you're too tired. And you know it'll be late when your serving shift ends and you'll be twice as dead on your feet than you are now by then. "Don't get in trouble because of me, please?"

Topper chuckles quietly. "I won’t. It's not a big deal."

"Okay. Alright. But if you wanna leave before then, it's okay." you insist. You don't want to make him think he's obligated and you definitely don't want to get too used to him.

You don't want to get too used to him because it'll only hurt in the long run. It always hurts. The thought has you flinching and he notices, studying you intently. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine. Totally." you make yourself smile at him and just hope that he believes it.

"You're sure?" he's stepped into you. When the guy who works the kitchen clears his throat Topper gives him a calm glare. "She'll be inside in a minute, man. Give her a fucking minute."

You raise up a little, a fist caught in the front of his designer polo. "I better get in there. Listen, if you wanna leave, it's okay, I get it."

As you disappear into the building, he leans against the brick wall and takes several ragged breaths, an attempt to pull himself together.

"Well..if the goal was to stop myself from getting too into her, that's gonna backfire." he muses to himself as he walks over to the door of the crowded bar and steps inside. Finds himself an empty booth in the back and then he waits.

As the end of your shift approaches, you find yourself stopping. Glancing around the bar. When you see no sign of Topper Thornton sitting at any of the tables in your station, you sigh and laugh at yourself, shaking your head.

By the time you’ve clocked out and you’re saying a quick goodbye and thanking the owner for letting you pick up a busy shift for tips, you’re pretty sure Topper’s been gone for a while. But the second you step out of the bar and pause beneath a streetlamp to light up a cigarette, you catch sight of him, leaned against the driver side of his Jeep.

Topper catches sight of you and starts to make his way over, coming to a stop in front of you. “Hey.”

“Hey.” you’re laughing quietly. “You didn’t have to stick around and wait.”

“I told you I was going to.”

You shrug. You almost argue that what he’s doing, consistently promising things and actually holding true, it’s not something you’re that accustomed to. But you don’t. Instead, you smile and nod. “I’m glad this is a one night a week gig. If I did this every night, I’d probably die.”

“Tired, huh?”

“Exhausted, man.” you answer, exhaling deep. “You’re sure you won’t be in deep shit for waiting? I.. I don’t want to be any trouble or anything, okay?”

“For the last time, ___. I told you I was going to. It’s not any trouble, alright?” Topper insists, studying you for a few seconds. He steps up into you and a hand lingers at your hip. Your breath hangs in your throat and you try to remind yourself that if anything, this is a summer fling at best. That he’s a Kook and you’re just a girl from the wrong side of the island. That he’s probably bored, he’s probably just looking for something to salvage what’s left of his summer.

Or maybe the girls over in Figure 8 really are all that boring, stupid and toxic. All you really have to judge by are Kiara and Sarah Cameron, who you barely know and are intent on keeping it that way. So, maybe they’re all just snakes.

“What’s that look for, ___?” Topper asks as the two of you make your way back across a gravel parking lot to where he’s parked his idling Jeep. He opens the door for you on the passenger side and you climb in. He leans in across you, pulling the seatbelt over you and fastening it. And as he straightens, there’s this second or two where you’re nose to nose and you’re lost in the multi-hued depths of his eyes with the scent of whatever designer cologne he wears that smells yummy enough to eat. He bites his lip and you try to swallow down a lump in your throat. You remind yourself again that he’s a Kook and you’re not.. And if he’s anything like your Pogue friends, that loyalty is stronger than anything else.

The overhead light bathes your face in a dim glow and Topper’s staring. Hard. He’s leaning in before he can stop himself and as soon as he realizes what he was just about to do, he raises a hand and smoothes some hair out of your face to tuck behind your ear gently instead. “What’s on your mind?” he questions, because you’ve yet to answer his question. “Something was funny, you looked like you wanted to laugh.”

You swallow hard again and shrug. “Nothing. Maybe I’m just surprised you were actually still hanging around.”

When you say it, he chuckles quietly. And on the inside, he feels just a little angered and annoyed by everybody who has ever told you one thing and done the opposite. But it’s something he identifies a little too heavy with himself, especially Sarah, he thinks to himself, I would’ve done anything for her, she couldn’t love me and I doubt she even tried.

“I told you I would. I meant it.” Topper answers quietly and you nod. Raising a hand to fluff the front of his hair. “Yeah. You did.” you answer, going quiet. He closes your door and makes his way around to the driver side of the Jeep, getting in. And the drive back to your house is quiet. The silence is a little heavy, you notice but you keep the observation to yourself.

As you pull to a stop in front of your mother’s house, you take a deep breath. “This is me, I guess.”

“Yeah.”

“Thanks for the um.. The lift.” you smile as you say it, lingering in the passenger door of his Jeep after you open it. “Be careful going home, yeah?”

He chuckles. “Yeah.”

You’re starting to walk towards your house when he calls your name. You turn around, a hand caught in your hair. Waiting.

“So I’m surfing tomorrow. If you want to come with me..”

“The boneyard?” you ask. Topper nods. “Yeah. That’s where Kelce and I usually go.”

You think it over. Glancing at the darkened windows in JJ’s house across the street. Remembering the conversation that you had with JJ earlier.

Knowing damn well that despite his promise, he’s going to spend the rest of the summer wrapped up in treasure hunts and his pretty new girlfriend. And maybe you find yourself wondering what the harm might be..

After all, it’s not like anything will happen between you and Topper, right? Because you have this iron clad vision in your mind of the exact type of girl Topper Thornton typically dates and probably sleeps with.

And you frown as you remind yourself that you’re not that girl. At all.

You laugh softly. “Yeah! I’ll be there. I mean, I can’t surf or anything, but I’ll watch.”

Topper grins. “See you tomorrow then.”

You give him a thumbs up and he waits until you’ve disappeared into your house before he drives away.

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Ch.18 Comin’ home baby

Chapter 18 of Strange

A/N- I CANT BELIEVE THIS IS GOING TO BE THE LAST CHAPTER FOR A WHILE!!! I do plan on adding other scenes that didn’t make it in the chapters! Thank you to everyone for all the love!! ILY

Warning- ANGST!!!!, swearing, FLUFF!!!, talks of death and Injury, LONG CHAPTER.

Pairing- Steve Harrington x Hopper!fem-reader

Episode- 4x09

(Let me know if you wanna be tagged)

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To, Y/N,

This letter might be a little strange, mostly because you’re not expecting it. But I needed to write one for you too because there’s things you need to know, and it’s hard for me to really say what I feel when it comes to expressing myself in an emotional way. So, you get this.

Now, I know we aren’t best friends or anything, but I appreciate you, y/n. Truth is you and Eleven are like the sisters I never had—

A shaky breath leaves past your lips and tears sting your eyes. You swallow thickly to try and get rid of the lump formed in your throat, and avert your eyes from Max’s letter to avoid crying and staining the paper with your tears.

“Hey,” Steve interjects from his seat. “I thought you weren’t allowed to read that.”

You sigh deeply and look back at the letter to respond to Steve. “Well, it seems fit—”

“But she’s not gone,” he interrupts you.

Max’s survival still baffles you; sure it’s been only a few minutes since you left her in an ambulance with Lucas and Erica so Steve and you could find the others in Jason’s car, but the how behind her survival is all you can think about it—You are glad she’s alive; she might’ve not woken up after her heart began to beat again, but you’re happy that she came back to life.

“No,” you mutter. “But I couldn’t wait, okay? I had it with me so I had to read it. Besides, reading it distracts me from my worry. The anxiety is making me nauseous.”

Steve sighs and nods. “I get what you mean, but I’m sure Eddie and Dustin are okay. I mean…they got to be.”

You lose yourself in a blank space in the letter to think of Dustin and Eddie. More so, that vision that Vecna showed you—it didn’t look good at all, sure there’s a possibility it might not be real, but you found Steve and the other two in the same way Vecna showed you in that vision, so there's some truth behind Eddie’s vision, and that scares you.

No matter if your friendship only just started, this adventure connected you. It connected all of you. Knowing that any of the people you’re fighting alongside with are in danger, or on the brink of death is just as upsetting.

“Are you sure you’re okay driving?” You ask Steve so you can distract yourself away from the letter and your current concern. “I can drive the rest of the way there.” You look over at him and he shakes his head and briefly meets your gaze since he has to keep his eyes on the road.

“Nah, we’re close, besides you must be tired, I’m okay. You can finish the letter.”

You sigh and drop your eyes back on the letter. “It’s actually very hard reading it, since she’s there unconscious and I’m here.”

“In a car?” Steve tries to be lighthearted.

You sigh and find no amusement behind his comment. “Conscious.” You deadpan.

Steve’s eyes flicker over to you and when he sees how sad you truly are, he sighs and reaches to grab your hand. “Come here,” he mumbles. And without needing an explanation you drag yourself as close as you could be to him so you can let him wrap his arm around your shoulders, and you could rest your head on his shoulder.

“She’s going to wake up okay? Her mind was probably just exhausted.” He presses a kiss on the top of your head and focuses back on the road to continue comforting you. “I’m sure by tomorrow morning she’s going to be awake and mean mugging us.”

You scoff in amusement and even if you were full of doubt, you nod since he could be right. You want him to be right anyway. “Yeah, you’re right.” You say and look over at him to smile. “Do you think I can spend the night at your place today? Or should I get my things and have a girls night with my girl?”

Steve's eyes narrow and he immediately turns that down. “No, you can stay with me. You’re staying with me. I don’t have a lot of time with you anymore, I’m not letting you go any time soon.”

You smile and snuggle your head on his shoulder and yawn. “I am pretty tired.”

“We’ll go home soon, okay?” He says “I mean…if my house is still standing that is….” He pauses and his hand stiffens. “You think my parents are okay?”

You look up at him and want to assure him that they are, but you didn’t know that answer to that. The earthquake that happened as the gate opened most likely left the town in chaos. You haven’t seen most of anything since the Creel house is close to the mobile home park and surrounded by woods, but all that you have seen while on your way to the Creel house is ambulances and police cars. It’s not hard to gather why they’re so panicked and busy all of a sudden.

“I hope so,” you try to assure him the best way you can. “I don’t think the gate cut through where you live.”

Steve exhales deeply and nods. “I hope so.” He swallows thickly and leaves the car silent for a little while before he finds himself breaking that short silence. “Are you going to finish reading that letter? I mean you already started it so you might as well finish the thing.”

You scoff and lift the letter in front of you again. “I won’t read it out loud,” you add. “It’s a personal letter.”

“Then I won’t show you mine.”

You shift your head and narrow your eyes on him. “What?” You scoff. “Come on,” you whine.

“Read me yours and I’ll read you mine.” He puts out with smugness. “I know you’re curious.”

You clench your jaw and huff out before you drop your head back on his shoulder and begin reading the rest of the letter out loud.

“…It felt nice having a big sister. A older sibling in general who actually taught me things, who had patience and did stupid bonding stuff with me, instead of yelling at me and avoiding me. So thanks.

And if you have to know, sometimes I did wish Billy and you would somehow get back together. I know he was an asshole, but it would’ve been an excuse to actually see you. To have someone decent around and not have some ditz hanging around him. At least then he would’ve been tolerable.

But I’m glad you didn’t end up lasting long. You deserved a lot better, so maybe Steve and you aren’t that gross together. But that doesn’t mean that we aren’t disgusted by you guys being all lovey dovey all the time.

And if Steve ever does hurt you just punch him in the face, I’m sure you can beat him in a fight too.”

You scoff in amusement and can’t help but let your tears run down your cheeks while your smile widens.

“With that said. Thank you for checking up on me after you left, y/n. I might’ve not sounded like I appreciated it, but I did, so thank you.

By the way, I think you’re cool. Your taste in music isn’t bad. Your skating could use help, but you’re cool. If I somehow end up living, maybe you can teach me how to ride a motorcycle!

From, Max.”

You lower the letter and pull away from Steve to wipe the tears off your face.

Max is alive, but reading her letter and knowing how she was , made that guilt grow tenfold. Now, there was a small part of you that wishes that you would’ve stayed behind to be the bait instead of Max.

“I should’ve waited,” you mutter to try and be lighthearted.

“Told ya so,” Steve quips.

You exhale deeply and fold the letter to put it back in one of the pockets in your vest, to then look out the front window and watch the road and the passing cars in a comfortable yet tense anxious silence. When you drift your eyes up the window you notice that the stars were covered by clouds of smoke that made the night here even darker. You try not to, but when you look out at the woods you were driving by, you can’t help but feel that chill again. That same cold chill you felt in The Upside Down that made you think something bad lurked in every corner.

The gates were closed now and this wasn’t the Upside Down, but that fear still clung onto you and made you tense, and has you traumatized. So much so that when Steve suddenly hit the brakes you let out a yelp and dug your nails in his hand while you clung your other hand into the armrest beside you.

“Ow,” he murmurs, but doesn’t focus long on what you did since he quickly parks on the side of the road to point back. “The RV, that was the RV!”

You let go of Steve’s arm and look back to see just that making a U-turn to park behind you.

As soon as it stops, you unbuckle yourself and throw the door open to climb out of the car and race towards the RV. Steve quickly gets ahead of you, and only picks up his pace more when he sees Dustin climb out of the RV.

“Henderson!” Steve exclaims.

Yet, Dustin doesn’t return the same energy, he offers Steve a smile, but it’s faint; he doesn’t even meet Steve halfway like you thought he would, he leaves Steve hanging. He actually looked upset, but you can’t tell why he was so gloomy right away. You know that even if he was tired he would’ve reacted the same way as soon as he saw Steve, but not this time.

And when you got closer to him, when you noticed how red and puffy his eyes were, and when failed to see his partner following him, you began to piece together why he looked so glum.

You hoped that you were just panicking, that the guilt and your fear were just getting the best of you—he was probably still inside, he wouldn’t run out to greet Steve and you. But when you reached Dustin, when he looked at Steve and you with tears gleaming his eyes, and a trembling frown, that hope, that delusion quickly began to crack.

It wasn’t until Robin walked out to the last step of the RV with a familiar look in her eyes, that all that hope you tried to hold onto completely broke away. After all, you knew that look, that heartbroken, pained, guilty, and knowing look. It was the same look Joyce gave you after Hopper didn’t walk out of the mall with her, the look that spoke the truth words couldn’t. Perhaps this time, you didn’t feel that same pain as that day, but it wasn’t easy this time around either.

Eddie was a friend. New, perhaps, mysterious due to the fact that you barely got to know him, but he was still a friend due to the circumstances you faced together. Knowing that he didn’t make it was a punch to the gut. Now the guilt you held intensified and punctured your heart, making that heartache much more insufferable.

“Eddie,” Dustin’s voice quivers even though you saw how he was trying to remain strong. “He tried to help me. H-he didn’t run and…got swarmed by bats…” he pauses and swallows thickly. “He…he didn’t…make it.”

Steve and you look at each other as you process the news you piece together, and because you saw how much Eddie meant to Dustin, is why it made it hard to come up with something comforting to say. Truthfully there was nothing you could really say that would make his pain hurt less. All you could offer him was an embrace in hopes that the gesture was enough to let him know you were both here for him.

Which, matter of fact, right as Steve and you secured Dustin in your arms, that strength he tried so hard to project crumbled and he broke down into a sob as he held onto Steve and you. It made you hug onto him tighter while you pressed your cheek against his head as a form of comfort. You didn’t want to but you had to cry with him.

After a while passed, you were the first one to let go while Steve stayed with him for a longer time. He only let go when Dustin was ready and grew too tired of standing on his feet.

When Dustin did break away is when he shared that he had hurt his leg, and that they couldn’t pull Eddie’s body out from the Upside Down so he had to leave him behind. Besides that, Dustin didn’t share much of anything else anymore, either from exhaustion or just grief and sadness, but he stayed quiet. Everyone did.

After that there was nothing else to do but go home.

The further you drove into the town though, the more destruction you saw; some houses were split in half, some were broken in different ways, streets were cracked, some telephone lines were down, the electricity flickered and the ambulance, police and firefighters all swarmed around every street. Their cars' cries sang for hours on end, the clamoring from people even traveled inside Steve’s house when you got home.

Besides what you were dealing with already, all the chaos that was happening outside made it hard to fall asleep, and only came when your body and mind couldn’t stand being awake a moment longer and knocked you out instead.

Or so you thought.

“I forgive you, you know that dad,” you swallow thickly and muster a wobbly smile. “I was scared I’d never see either of you again today, I can’t go on not telling you. I’m sorry for being so mean, I’m sorry for being such a bad daughter.” You cry and he quickly hugs you tightly.

“Don’t cry,” he says softly by your ear and tightens his embrace. “It’s okay.” He rubs your back and moves one of his arms behind your neck and keeps tightening his hold until it gets hard to breathe.

“Dad,” you groan and pat his back. “Daddy, I can’t…I can’t breathe.”

“I left you because I never truly loved you,” he begins to reveal bluntly. “It was a lot easier without you here. Eleven and I were happier.”

You begin to squirm around in his hold and begin to hit his back while you try to catch at least a small amount of air.

“You are the curse that broke my family apart. Your mother and I were doing fine until you came along. You ruined everything.”

He never said this. This isn’t true. He’d never say any of it. This is…this is fake, it’s all fake. Just a bad dream.

“First Sara, your mother, and me…”

No. No.

“Now Max and Eddie.”

With the strength you can muster you knee his groin and manage to make him loosen his hold enough to be able to push him away. But the moment you’re away from him and gasping for air, you glance up and instantly feel your breath hitch as you see that half of his body is burnt and the other half is covered in bruises and blood; he looks exactly the same he did in that vision Vecna showed you of his dead body.

“You did this to me!” He shouts. Only it’s not his voice, but Vecna’s. “You! You’re pathetic. You’re just a stupid accident that was never meant to be born! Your mother should’ve never had you.”

He begins to storm over to you and you quickly begin to back away. Yet, before you can get far, a slimy vine wraps around your throat. You try to scream, but it tightens its hold and cuts off the breath you were going to take and yanks you back to the ground.

Except, instead of hitting the gravel, the parking lot scenery suddenly disappears and you’re transported into a dark abyss the moment you hit the ground.

The vine around your throat then proceeds to unravel and slithers away, letting you push yourself to your feet and search for any sign of your father who is now suddenly gone.

“It’s just a nightmare. It’s just a nightmare,” you mutter to yourself and hold your head whilst you shut your eyes. “It’s just a nightmare. Wake up, wake up.”

“Y/N?”

Eleven?

No. It’s just a nightmare, she’s not here.

“Y/N? Please, I need help.”

No.

You begin hitting your head and keep your eyes shut.

“Help me! Y/N!” Eleven keeps crying out. “Help me!”

You shake your head and keep telling yourself to wake up.

“OPEN YOUR EYES!” Vecna bellows.

And from one second to the next your eyes are forced open and you’re forced to see Eleven in front of you with a vine around her throat.

“This isn’t real,” you keep insisting.

“Isn’t it?” Vecna rebuttals. “How do you know what’s real and what’s not? For all you know, all that you have lived through since I pulled you away from the Creel House, has been fake.”

You shake your head in denial and try not to cry and give into what he wants. You can’t fear him anymore.

“You really thought you could escape me?”

“No,” you sneer. “This is all fake!”

“Is it!” He counters loudly and then pulls Eleven away from you to tie her to a pillar. “Aren’t you going to save her? Are you going to let Eleven die?”

Eleven reaches out for you as she groans and squirms. And even if this was a nightmare, you instinctively begin to run towards her while your surroundings begin to turn red and the debris of the Creel house begins to appear around you; as if you were back in Vecna’s mind lair.

“Just hold on!” You yell out to Eleven. “I’m coming!”

Albeit, just before you can reach her, the sound of Steve’s voice stops you.

“Y/N? What’s going on?”

You blink, and hold your breath whilst you slowly turn around, noticing that your surroundings begin to change once again. Only this time you’re brought back to Steve’s room, this time he’s in the same pajama pants he wore before you went to bed. This time you’re in bed.

“Are you okay?”

It takes you a second to warm up to him, but he’s such a relief to see that you quickly throw yourself on him and cry into his shoulder. “It was just a nightmare,” you whisper.

Steve hums and holds you tight.

A few minutes pass before you’re good enough to pull away from him. “I’m okay,” you whisper.

Steve offers you a tired smile and pulls back to lay back down. But as he’s trying, a vine suddenly wraps around his throat and begins to choke him before he gets yanked away from you.

“Steve!” You cry out and reach out for him as he reaches out for you.

Once again your surroundings change and you’re returned to Vecna’s lair. This time though, you see both Eleven and Steve tied to pillars by the same vines that captured you.

“Choose one to save,” Vecna suddenly whispers by your ear, causing you to tense up and feel goosebumps as his breath unfurls by your ear. “You can only choose one. Your sister or the man you love.”

You shake your head and take a step back. “No,” you mumble under your breath. “This..this is all fake.” You turn around to face Vecna, but the moment you do, he’s not there, there’s nothing in front of you but darkness and the same fog that had filled the upside down.

The emptiness leaves you breathing in heavily and causes you to turn back around. However, just as you catch a glimpse of Eleven and Steve, your feet are suddenly restrained by vines that quickly pull you to the ground and drag you back, ripping you away from your sister and boyfriend, and making you scream.

When the vines let you go, the only thing you see is more darkness and fog. You suspect Vecna to show up, but there's nothing. Absolutely nothing but yourself and darkness, so you push yourself to your feet.

Nevertheless, that turns out to be a mistake since the moment you’re standing on your feet, large shards of glass begin to fall around you to cage you in and just reflect you.

For a while you waited for Vecna to show up and stare straight at you, but he doesn’t come nor does his voice break the silence, all you actually see are reflections of yourself. It leaves you confused and more terrified. Every step and movement you make, your reflection mirrors. Nothing sinister hid behind the reflections.

Their lips however, that’s the only thing that moved even if you yourself didn’t open your mouth.

“It’s your fault. It’s your fault,” they begin to taunt quietly at first, but gradually begin to get louder and louder until they’re screaming at you. “It’s your fault! Your fault! Your fault!”

You step back and shake your head to deny them, but they keep throwing accusations until suddenly they break into a sprint and charge at you. You want to run away, but you stay trapped within the mirror cage and instead end up falling to your knees to hold your head and crumble towards the ground.

Their screams get louder so you begin to cry out of fear and panic. “Stop! Stop! STOP!”

You squeeze your eyes shut and the moment you do, you feel arms wrap around you and pull you back while you even begin to hear your name being uttered.

“Y/N. Y/N—”

“Let me go,” you plead. “Let me go! Let me go!” You try to squirm, but their hold tightens and their voice sounds quieter and a lot more soother, instead of loud and rough.

“Y/N, it’s me. It’s me. It’s Steve. Open your eyes. You’re okay. It’s just a nightmare.”

You shut your mouth, but don’t open your eyes or let your body go from that tense hold.

“Y/N, baby you’re okay,” he keeps comforting you as he keeps his arms around you. “He’s gone. He can’t get you anymore.”

Your breaths are labored and your cheeks are dry even if tears threaten to fall.

“You’re home.”

Very slowly and cautiously you pull your eyes open and see Steve’s room lit by a light beside his side of the bed. It takes you a moment to really come to terms that what you’re seeing and living through is actually real. You actually wait to be pulled away or for everything to change around you again.

“I’m real,” he whispers. “I’m right here. I got you. This is all real. I’m here, I got you.” He presses a kiss on the side of your head and holds you closer.

“Steve,” you croak out and lift your hands to grab his arms secured around your neck.

“I know,” he interjects softly. “I know, baby. I’m here. I’m here.”

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*THE NEXT DAY*

“…and at the last moment the oldest sister jumped, hopped and ran in front of the evil wizard's spell to save her youngest sister from the cruel fate. And in doing so, due to the sister's bravery, the wizard’s hand froze, his entire body than began to slowly freeze too until all that moved was the beating of his heart. Thump. Thump. And then, nothing.”

You sigh and turn the page of the book.

“The Wizard had suddenly succumbed to a fate of death. His reign came to an end and brought the land safety and joy once more. The dark cloud that loomed over the kingdom began to fade and brought the beaming and warm sun. But what’s meant to be a moment to rejoice and celebrate was far from it due to the fact that the sister's heart had also stopped the moment the spell hit her.”

Once again you stop to turn the page and continue reading to Max.

“But how, the other sister cried, how could she have died. Why did she save me? Why can’t I go too? She cried and her heart broke. Maybe, the prince proposed. Maybe there is one thing. A true love's kiss. For our love was grande. He didn’t fret to fall beside her body and didn’t hesitate to press a single kiss on her lips. Yet, her heart didn’t beat again, her breathing didn’t start and her eyes didn’t open to reveal their life and light. Such a cruel outcome made the sister pick her sister's body up in her arms to press her against her and cradle her sister once more.”

You flip the page and draw in a deep breath to slowly exhale as you continue to read the last page.

“She wept and cried for her sister. The tears she released, ran a trail down her cheek, they slipped down her jaw and hit the sister's cheek. And due to such unintentional actions, life restarted the sisters heart and breath once again began to circulate in her lungs, making her gasp, and alarming the sister of her presence. Sister, the waking sister spoke with a smile. For it wasn’t the prince's love that they needed, but the pure and deep love of sisters that was the salvation. The end.”

You close the book and smile at your hands as you begin to speak to Max. “It was corny, I know, but it was Sara’s favorite book.” You huff and slowly drift your eyes up to see that Max lay in her exact same position, she gave no reaction, her eyes remained closed. She almost looked dead.

If it wasn’t for the machine next to her telling you the opposite, you’d think she was dead.

Morning passed and she hasn’t waken up, the doctors mended her broken arms and her broken leg. They gave a solution for that, but they gave no solution for when she’d wake up again. They did say she was healthy, but…her brain was just…considered to be dead. They say it’s because her heart stopped beating for too long, but it isn’t true.

Of course you knew the truth, you all did, but they couldn’t know and there’s no way to explain that this monster from this other dimension cursed her and left her, so you had to leave it at that and hope she’d wake up soon.

“Maybe tomorrow I’ll start reading you Little Women,” you continue to say with a faint smile. “Or I’ll just bore you with my life story. It’s very exciting. Or maybe I’ll teach you Russian. That way we can talk shit and no one will know what we’re talking about,” you scoff and let your eyes linger on her as ou expect her to react or say something snarky back, but nothing happens, that makes your smile fall and makes you drop your eyes to let out a deep and shaky breath.

“I’ll put on some music now,” you mutter and push yourself off the seat beside her bed to walk over and turn on the boombox to start the song that had been playing previously.

“Maybe next time we can read something more entertaining,” Dustin remarks as you sit between Steve and Robin.

“Like?” You ask.

“Lord of the rings,” he suggests.

Steve scoffs. “You really think Max would want to hear that? What a snooze fest.”

“Like children books are any better,” Dustin rebuttals, making you scoff and snap back.

“It was just this one book!” You shoot him a glare and continue. “Why don’t you try reading something next time then!”

“I will.”

You roll your eyes and cross your arms over your chest before you rest your head back on the hard couch and slowly let your head fall on Robin’s shoulder.

“Who will save me from this masculinity if not you,” she says and rests her head on yours. “I really wish you didn’t have to go so soon.”

You sigh. “You and I both. But I have to go home. I have to graduate or my mothers ghost will come and haunt me.” You then begin to smile. “But hey, you have Nancy now.” You snicker. “I’m sure she’ll keep you company.”

Robin scoffs and pushes you away, only making you laugh until the door opens and Lucas walks in with Erica.

“Sorry,” he breaks the sudden silence. “It’s hard to get here with all the chaos happening around town.”

“Don’t worry,” Dustin assures him. “We don’t mind keeping her company. Besides, y/n was reading her a very fun book,” he adds with sarcasm.

You shoot Dustin a glare and just roll your eyes and keep quiet.

“Well,” Lucas sighs and sits beside Max. “You guys can go now. Thank you.”

“It’s okay,” Steve interjects. “We’ll stay a bit longer. We have nothing to do anyway.”

“Besides,” Dustin adds. “We should discuss…” he pauses and lets out a deep breath. “When we’ll have Eddie’s funeral. His body might not be with us, but I still want to have one for him.”

You grow uneasy and feel your jaw clench as the atmosphere only feels heavier.

“As we all know y/n’s leaving soon, so maybe tomorrow?” He asks and looks at Steve and you. “Unless you guys have something to do?”

You swallow thickly and let your hands fall to your lap as you give him an answer. “Well, considering the town is currently in shambles, there isn’t much to do, so no, we don’t have plans anymore.”

“Yeah,” Steve scoffs. “We’re free tomorrow. Robin?”

“Yeah,” she answers right away. “No, I’m free, I mean we don’t have any shifts at work so yes, I’m free.”

“Okay,” Dustin nods. “Good. I talked to Nancy already, she’s onboard. Tomorrow evening it is.”

You let your eyes fall to your lap and let a deep sigh escape out of your nose.

So much for a good spring break.

*LATER*

The only good thing about this spring break was confessing to Steve. It might’ve been under shitty circumstances, but that’s the only thing that came out of this spring break. The rest…well the rest has been full of pain, more grief and guilt beyond what you can handle.

Eddie…

And Max…

Eddie might’ve died from the blood loss due to the fucking bats, and Max went to a coma because of Vecna, but there’s something in you, some cruel and pestering voice that keeps telling you that you’re somehow responsible for their outcomes.

You’re the curse…

“If…” whisper to yourself as you pull your knees to your chest and lift your arms out of the bath water to gather soap bubbles in your palms. “I was faster…” You trail off and sigh as you pull your hands apart to let the bubbles go. “I’m sorry.”

You slouch and press your forehead against your knees. You don’t cry, or turn on the music that sat beside you, you don’t don’t say anything else, you just sit in the silence that covers the bathroom. It’s lonely; Steve said he was going to prepare some sandwiches since there wasn’t anywhere you could go out to, besides you wanted time to yourself…you didn’t like it, but it gave you a minute to just wallow.

It was dangerous really. Your mind just spun and spun crazy different things, but it’s only when you’re alone when you can think of how it all felt like you were the one to blame, like maybe it should’ve been you instead of Max and Eddie.

Maybe.

“Y/N?” Steve’s voice breaks that silence before he knocks on the door.

You sigh and lift your head to wipe your face and muster a smile before you answer. “Come in.”

The knob turns and slowly the door pushes open before Steve pokes his head inside to share what he needed to say. “Someone’s on the phone for you. Can you talk now, or do you want to do it later?”

You perk up and slip a hand on the bathtub to lean forward and wave him inside—“is it Joyce?” You ask with hope.

Steve shakes his head and steps inside to close the door behind him before walking in to hand you the phone. “It’s someone else. A…friend,” he says with a little disdain while he sets down a plate on the counter beside the tub

You narrow your eyes and hesitantly take the phone to slowly press it by your ear and cautiously speak. “Hello?”

“Y/N?” A familiar boyish voice you haven’t heard in a while spoke. “Oh my gosh! Oh my fucking god!”

You narrow your gaze further and furrow your eyebrows to ask, “Dylan?”

“We saw what happened in Hawkins! We’ve been fucking worried!” He kept speaking. “A-are you okay? We haven’t been able to get a hold of you! We tried California but no one answers the phone! Nita then said to try your friend, the girl! That girl! Uh, your friend! Rosin. Ro…well, whatever! But she didn’t answer so we called your aunt and…”

How…how does he know you’re here?

“Dylan,” you cut him sharply. “I’m fine. I’m…okay.” You look up at Steve as you see him undressing. “How did you get my boyfriend's number? Actually how did you know I was here?”

The other line goes silent for a few seconds before he answers a bit cautiously. “Well…your aunt,” he coughs and laughs nervously. “She had this number. And well…she might’ve known where you’ve been because of…well—okay! Don’t say I told you, okay?! Nita will kill me, but she said that your aunt and the woman you stay with talk to keep your aunt updated about you since you don’t call anymore! So that lady told your aunt, your aunt told Nita, and Nita told Aylen, and Aylen told me.” He exhales and waits for you to respond next.

However, you’re a bit distracted by Steve naked beside you to respond right away.

“Y/N? You still with me?” Dylan cuts in, causing you to part your lips to try and speak, but you stay distracted by Steve until he practically jumps in the water and causes a wave of water and bubbles to splash out of the tub and also hit you.

“Oh, amazing,” you mutter and cover your face a bit too late.

“Huh?”

You clear your throat and focus back on the phone. “Uh, well that’s great you know, Dylan, I love that little chain you guys have going on.”

Thanks Joyce.

“Well,” Dylan continues slowly. “You don’t call so this is the only way we can reach you now. Which it isn’t your fault, your dad died, we get that, but you know we’re here. Your friends. Just ‘cause you have a boyfriend and you live somewhere else doesn’t mean that you don’t have us.” He sighs and his voice softens. “We’ve been worried.”

A deep sigh escapes your lips and as you drop your head, Steve leans forward to try and listen in, but you cover his face with your hand and push him away with your foot.

“Yeah…I’m sorry. It’s..it’s been…” you hesitate to actually give him an answer. But you decide that you need to. “…tough, an even tougher week. I’m trying to do better.” You share quietly and begin to smile softly. “Are you guys okay? I..I’ve missed you guys.”

“School is kicking our asses, but we’re hanging in there—Wait! You know who’s been asking about you?” You can practically see his smirk from where you are.

“Who?” You sigh whilst Steve grabs your foot and pulls you towards him, making you yelp.

“You okay?” Dylan interjects.

“Yes!” You exclaim and splash water to Steve, but he just blocks the water with his hand and snickers.

“Oh, well it’s Danny! You remember him right?”

Oh. Nice.

“He came back to visit! And he asked about you! Did you know he’s in the Military now! He’s a pilot.”

You raise your eyebrows and spare a glance at Steve who keeps trying to listen in. This time he actually caught the sound of the name Dylan uttered. Because of course he did.

“Well, that’s nice,” you say with a bit of spite. “But I do have a boyfriend. Did you tell him that?”

“No, it slipped my mind. But it’s not like you’re going to see Danny, now are you?”

“No.” You deadpan.

“Then? Nothing to worry about.”

You roll your eyes and catch Steve’s gaze as he reaches for your arm now to pull you closer to him.

“True…” you hesitate and want to end that conversation there, but there was one piece of information that was bugging you. “So, do you know if Danny is still with that slut Arianna?” You sit up and wait in anticipation.

“No actually they broke up before he entered Boot Camp.”

You slap your hand against the tub and squeal. “Haha! That’s what that bitch gets!” You grin but when you remember Steve’s with you, you clear your throat and slouch again.

“Look Dylan, thank you for reaching out. You shouldn’t have, but thank you. I’m glad you did.” You share sweetly and begin fiddling with Steve’s hand. “I’m okay. I…came out of that…earthquake unscathed.” You swallow thickly and begin to frown and grow upset again. “I’ve really missed you guys, and I promise to start calling again, okay?”

“Or I’ll call you again.” He says, making you scoff softly.

You nod and mutter, “sounds good. I’ll leave you for now, I don’t have much time left with Steve so I’m trying to enjoy the time I have. I’ll call the girls soon though. Bye.”

“Bye, y/n. Bye Steve!” He shouts out loud enough that you have to pull the phone away from your ear, while Steve grows still with surprise. “Bye.”

“Bye,” you say one last time before you hang up the phone and leave the line in silence, something that lets you put the phone on a dry spot on the ground to then focus on Steve.

He averts his gaze though and holds this tightlipped half smile. “So Danny huh?” He rolls out slowly with a slow nod.

You roll your eyes and shake your head to assure him. “Don’t worry about him, okay? He's a thing of the past, Dylan just doesn’t know when to shut up.” You proceed to grab his other hand while you rest your chin on your knees to offer him a sweet smile. “I love you.”

Steve rolls his eyes and huffs. “Don’t sweet talk me, Hopper.”

Your smile widens, making your eyes squint together. “I love you,” you say again.

Steve rolls his head to the side and drifts his eyes back to you whilst he tries to hold back his smile. “I….love you,” he groans.

You beam at him and scoot yourself closer to him to have both of your legs secured beside each other’s sides.

“How are you feeling?” He asks and miraculously drops the other subject. “Better? Refreshed?”

You part your lips and slowly lower your gaze to nod. “I’m refreshed.” You pull your hands away from his and begin playing with the bubbles. “I’m okay.”

Steve huffs and leans his face closer to you to talk softer. “What’s up? I mean it’s weird that you wanted to take a bath alone. And I saw your face as I came in. You have me worried.”

You hesitate. You don’t want to bring the mood down. You don’t want to just keep dumping everything on him.

But you also can’t keep things from him when he wants to know. It’s so easy to do that and just store everything inside.

But you can’t keep doing that unless you want to lose him. And that…it’s a fate worse than death.

“I…” you mutter. “I can’t stop thinking about Max. About what happened.” You shake your head and stop playing with the bubbles to hold your knees instead. “And Eddie…” you pause and swallow thickly as a lump begins to form in your throat, and tears begin to sting your eyes against your will. “Especially Max, I mean she…hasn’t woken up, and seeing her today…I don’t know.” You look up at Steve and catch his own frown; it’s a lot more faint, but it’s there, as is his own sadness.

“If I had been faster trying to get out of the trance maybe I could’ve helped her,” you continue in a shaky voice as you point to yourself. “Or maybe if I was with her, I could’ve stopped it.” You lower your gaze to focus on the floating bubbles formed on the body of water. “I could’ve saved her,” you cry. “Or maybe it could’ve been me. Not her.”

Tears escape past your eyes and roll down your cheeks.

“But now,” you croak. “I feel like it’s on me.”

“Why though?” Steve rebuttals quietly but with no quiver in his voice. “You weren’t the one that cursed her. You didn’t break her bones or put her in that coma—”

“But I couldn’t save her,” you cut him off. “He showed me what everyone was going through when I got stuck in my trance and I still couldn’t save her. I—”

“We,” Steve interjects sharply, pulling your eyes to him. “We didn’t save her. You aren’t the only one to blame in this situation either. We were the ones that were supposed to stop him before he could do anything, but we didn’t. I’m supposed to be the babysitter and I couldn’t help her so it’s not just your fault.”

“Or yours,” you quickly defend him. “You were tangled by those vines, you fought for her and everyone else. Don’t blame yourself please.” You grab his cheeks and caress his warm skin. “You tried your best, going to confront Vecna, was you being the babysitter. You threw the first Molotov, you. You helped in the best way you could, you took care of them, you always do.” You exhale and notice that a few tears escape out of his eyes as you provide him with comfort he didn’t want to admit he needed so he could be strong for you. “You were the hero. So please don’t blame yourself. It was me, I—”

“Stop,” he interrupts you again. “Just stop. We’re just going to go in circles here. It wasn’t anyone's fault but Vecna’s. He hurt her. Not us. We tried our best. We stuck to the plan. It was him, okay? You don't have powers like your sister did so don’t blame yourself. We all tried our best, that’s what counts, you know that’s what she’d tell you.”

You draw in a deep shaky breath and slowly lower your hands and avert his gaze as you offer him a small nod and slowly exhale.

Albeit, Steve wasn’t at all convinced by your response so he continues to stress his comment. “Do you understand me, y/n? It’s not your fault. Max and Eddie wouldn’t blame you. You tried your best, we all did, we all knew the consequences. None of it is your fault, so please stop beating yourself up, understand?” He grabs your cheeks with his hands to lift your face. “Look at me and tell me you understand. None of it was your fault. It isn’t your fault. Do you understand?”

You frown deepens and tears keep gleaming your eyes. You want to argue against him, tell him it is, but you had to recognize there is some truth behind his statement. Even if it’s hard not to keep blaming yourself, you knew he was right.

To some degree.

“I understand,” you mumble.

“Huh?”

You roll your eyes and sigh before repeating yourself louder. “I said, I understand.”

Steve sighs and drops his hands from your cheeks to push your knees down and pull you closer to his chest to continue the conversation. “Believe me it’s hard seeing Max like that, but the best thing we can do is try to be…I don’t know, positive. For them. For the kids. They need it.”

You snuggle your head against his chest and let him stroke your shoulder with his hand, whilst he let the other hand lazily hang off the tub.

“Yeah,” you agree. “You’re right.” You sigh and look up at him. “You'll visit her for me, yeah? I would love to keep her company, but I need to go home. Eleven needs me too.”

Steve nods without hesitance. “Of course. I’ll try to go before work. And on my days off.”

You nod in agreement and stay quiet after that.

Steve proceeds to press a kiss on the top of your head, causing you to tilt your head back so he could press another on your lips.

“I love you,” you murmur against his lips.

Steve smiles and lifts his hand to stroke your cheek. “I love you too,” he repeats softly. “So much…It may sound selfish, but I’m happy you survived.”

You smile at him and slide your hand up to his jaw to share your truth. “I’m selfish too then because I’m glad you made it out too.” You lean in and share a more passionate kiss before you break away and lower your head to continue sadly. “I’m going to miss you. I hate leaving,” you groan and feel his hand stiffen before he begins to pull away.

“About leaving,” he rolls out slowly and a bit awkwardly. “I have something for you.” He pulls away from you so he can climb out of the tub and make his way to the door, leaving behind a slippery trail, but making you smirk.

“Nice ass, Harrington,” you throw at him as you watch him leave the bathroom.

Steve looks back and shoots you a smirk before he disappears into his room. He doesn't take long at all though, but he does return a few seconds later with a wooden shelf from his drawer. “This is for you.”

You straighten up and watch him climb back in the tub to then comment on said object. “Ah. A drawer? Well, I hate to say it but that won’t fit in my luggage sweetie.”

Steve shoots you a glare before he brushes his hair back with his fingers and turns the drawer to explain himself. “This will stay here, but it’s special. You know why? Because it’s yours. For you.”

You bite the inside of your cheek and just blink in confusion, causing Steve to sigh deeply and become impatient. “What I’m asking since you don’t seem to understand is if you want to move in with me? Hence the drawer. It’s for your clothes.”

“Hence?” You chuckle nervously even if you were really, truly dying on the inside. “Ha.”

“What?” He rebuttals. “Are we moving too fast? Because if we are, all that shit I said about the six nuggets was because I thought I was going to die. We don’t have to have them. We—”

You cut Steve off by covering his mouth so you can assure him. “No. That’s fine, I’m,” you giggle. “I’m just surprised you know? I didn’t expect it.” You lower your hand and begin to frown as you share your only concern. “What about Eleven though? I can’t leave her.”

“She can move in with us, I’m saving up money to buy a place of my own so we don’t have to live with my parents, and so Eleven has a room of her own. I’m not asking you to leave her behind, I wouldn't ask that, ever. Unless I want your dad to come haunt me forever.”

You snort and giggle. “That’d be bad,” you mutter nervously since butterflies were fluttering like crazy in your stomach and your heart beat at a speed you thought impossible.

“Of course it’d be after you graduate,” he continues to explain. “You could, I don't know, go to college close by. Or start your police academy in the city since it’s something you want to do. I’m going to get a better job that pays more. Eleven could start school with Mike, Dustin and Lucas.” He shrugs. “But it’s up to you. If it’s easier being in California, that’s okay too. I just wanted to ask, and well…I almost lost you once, I don’t want to risk that again.”

A deep breath furls in through your nose and you hold that in your chest while you progress his words.

It’s not that you didn’t want to, all he said sounded perfect. He just took you by surprise, that's all.

“I,” you stammer and slowly meet his gaze. “I do want to.” You grin and nod. “Yes. That sounds good! I mean I’d have to talk to my sister, so I’ll have to give you a definite answer then, but I’m sure she’d be okay with it.” You hold his gaze for a second before you throw your arms around him to hug him tightly. “I don’t think we’re moving too fast. I mean, I feel like it’s all good! Perfect!”

Steve drops the drawer and returns your embrace to press a kiss on your forehead and smile down at you with this soft loving look in his eyes. “Yeah, exactly!”

You squeal and hug him tighter. “I love you,” you share happily. “I do, I love you.”

Steve chuckles and lifts your head to press a kiss on your lips. “I’m in love with you.”

You beam at him and scoff. “I’m in love with you.”

“Yeah, I’ll never get tired of hearing that,” he says honestly.

“Good, I’ll never stop saying it,” you retort and rest your head back on his arm while you keep grinning at him.

Steve then tilts his head and smirks. “I thought of a name,” he begins to change the subject as he reaches over for the plate with two sandwiches. “First name, Tony. Middle name, Montana. Tony Montana Harrington.” He bounces his eyebrows and hands you your sandwich. “Cool, right?”

You feign a smile and nod to make him believe it was a good name. But he saw straight through you and immediately rebutted against it. “You chose Leia and Luke. I get this.”

He’s right….of course.

You groan and give in. “Fine. Fine, but one thing,” you clear your throat and pull your hand off him to make a finger gun. “Who you think you fucking with?” You quote in the character's accent. “I’m Tony Montana! You fuck with me you fucking with the best.”

Steve’s smile falls, but slowly he breaks into a teasing laugh. “You’re a dork,” he teases you in between laughs. “You’re lucky I love you.” He hugs you tighter and leans down to press kisses on your face, making you break into a genuine and hearty laugh.

Thanks to him the trouble you rested on your shoulders lifted, and for a while, just for a little while you were carefree and happy.

*THE NEXT DAY*

“…So wherever you might be I hope you see Sara and give her a hug for me, tell her how much I miss her and that I’ll never forget her, like I’ll never forget you.

Love, your Little Valentine.” You sigh and fold your letter to then sit in silence.

Birds fly by, the sound of Steve’s engine sounds nearby, and the whisperings of Dustin, Steve and Robin echoe quietly.

“I’ll take care of Eleven. You know I will,” you speak to the grave beside you. “I know that she’s been MIA lately, and I’m sorry for that, but I try my best. I hope you understand.” You turn your head to look at your fathers grave. “I also hope you’re not mad that I might be moving too fast with Steve. I just…I love him and I can’t see myself with anyone else. He makes me happy.” You press your hand on the cold stone and smile.

“I miss you every time I wake up,” you continue. “I always will.” You swallow thickly and lean forward to press your forehead against the grave. “I love you dad. I’ll try to be better.” You close your eyes and exhale deeply.

Silence lingers for a little while as you keep your forehead pressed against the stone. You expected to cry for your visit, but surprisingly you weren’t in tears, you weren’t happy either though, but little by little you’re actually beginning to grieve for him now. It's sad not having him anymore, but you’re feeling a bit better about his death.

“I’ll visit again,” you say as you pull away to stand back on your feet and return to the car.

“Okay,” you direct at your friends with a faint smile. “I’m done, we can go.”

Robin steps forward and offers you a sweet smile. “All better?”

You smile at her and exhale deeply. “A bit.”

Once you’re close to the car, Steve grabs your shoulder to rub it as a form of consolation. You offer him a sweet smile and let his hand slide off your shoulder while you walk to the passenger side since you couldn’t linger outside the car because you already agreed to help Nancy donate some things to those currently in need.

However, right before you could reach your door, Dustin runs past you to reach the passenger door first.

“Shotgun!” He yells, causing Steve to stop as he was going to open his door, and causing Robin and you to also stop in your tracks to look over at your child friend. “I call shotgun!”

“No!” Steve quickly counters. “No. Children ride in the back.”

“I’m not a child Steve,” Dustin rebuttals in a serious voice. “I’m sure you can survive without having your girlfriend riding beside you for one drive.”

Steve’s eyes narrow, whilst Robin and you actually find amusement in this little banter—“Rules are rules. When y/n is here, her seat is the passenger seat.”

“Unless I drive,” you interject with a smile. But they ignore you.

“Well,” Dustin scoffs. “If someone calls shotgun that actually comes before stupid girlfriend rules.”

“Hey,” you exclaim as you throw your hands out.

Steve props his arm on the car’s hood and keeps arguing. “My car, my rules. Go. Back.”

Robin and you share an annoyed look now, but this time instead of interjecting you step back and turn to skip once and then run to snatch Steve’s keys from his hand. “Mommy’s driving now, children. And Robin’s riding shotgun.”

Robin grins and strolls over to the passenger door whilst Steve tries to argue with you now. Albeit, you just gently push him aside and climb into the seat to quickly close the door in his face and shoot him a smile.

Steve then tries to open the door, but you quickly slam the lock down and smile wider.

“Y/N,” Steve protests as he keeps pulling the handle. “You’re not driving.”

You hold his gaze and struggle to put the key in the hole, but once you do, you start the car and smirk.

“I’ll go slow,” you assure him and bat your eyelashes. “Promise.”

Steve challenges you for a few more seconds, but ultimately decides to give in and sit in the back. Dustin on the other hand struggled for a few seconds, he wants to keep arguing, but he gives up this time and just shows his annoyance by groaning and climbing in the back too.

“Can I be in charge of the music?” Robin asks after she puts on her seatbelt.

You look over at her and nod. “Of course sweetheart.” You then put on your sunglasses and look back at Dustin to tell him one last thing. “Tighten your seatbelt, we don’t have a booster seat for you.” You smirk and he glares at you before he flips you off. His reaction just makes you snicker while you turn away to change the gear and begin driving out of the cemetery.

“Maybe we can check out your rock cassettes?” Robin teases you while she flips through the music you had in the stereo.

You scoff. “Yeah, I kind of destroyed those a long time ago.” You sigh deeply and keep your eyes on the road.

“Too hardcore?”

You shake your head. “Just…” You clear your throat and whisper. “Ex reasons.”

Robin looks over at you and grins. “You dated a rockstar, Hopper?” She says loudly.

“No,” you retort. “He was not a rock star, he liked rock but he was no rockstar.”

Robin looks over her shoulder and shoots Steve a smirk before looking back at you. “Wow. Who would’ve thought you were into bad boys. You would’ve loved The Hair Harrington over there in his prime years in high school then.”

“Prime years?” Steve remarks.

You scoff and shake your head in disapproval. “Please, from what you and Jonathan have told me, I would’ve hated Steve in his, “prime years”,” you say as you air quote with your fingers. “No offense or anything, Steve.”

“I wouldn't blame you,” Steve quickly replies.

“Anyway!” You exclaim. “Danny wasn’t a bad boy. The only bad boy I dated was Billy, but that was mostly to get back at my dad.”

“So it is Danny!” Steve interjects.

You ignore Steve and reach for your bag to rummage through the cassettes you carry. “We can listen to uh, I don’t know, Come And Get Your Love, since you can’t pick a song.”

Robin huffs and lolls her head to the side in annoyance. “You’re only suggesting that song ‘cause you’re in love.”

“What?” You chuckle. “It’s a good song!”

Robin leans over and changes the songs until she gets to the one you want. “I hate failed romances.”

“Don’t give up, they’ll be better people out there, if not just have fun. Mess around.” You glance back at her and offer her a smile. “You’re young, smart, beautiful and cool.”

Robin exhales deeply and just slouches in her seat. “If that’s what you say,” she grumbles.

You steal one last glance at her and smirk as an idea pops into your mind.

Once you’re out of the cemetery and turn to the big street, you smirk deeper and press on the gas, and don’t keep your promise to Steve.

And of course he begins to freak out. “Hey! Hey! Slow down!”

You grin and ignore him while Robin begins to giggle since Steve is freaking out. You actually end up ignoring Steve for a few miles until your fun is forced to a stop since you do face traffic.

At least it was a nice distraction for a while.

“You’re not driving my car ever again,” Steve throws at you once you arrive at Nancy’s house.

You shut the door and smile as you skip towards him to wrap your arms around his waist and whisper. “Admit it, you had fun. I’m a cool driver.”

“Hardly,” he rebuttals and stays with you as Robin goes to let Nancy know you’re here. “This isn’t another one of your dirt bikes, you know that.”

You hum in agreement. “Can I drive for the rest of the day?” You disregard his comment.

Steve draws in a deep breath and looks back at you to meet your gaze. “Yeah, fine,” he breathes out. “Just this once.”

You grin and press a kiss on his back. “I love you,” you share.

A faint smile tugs on his lips, but he plays cool by sighing. “I love you.”

You pull away and stay by the trunk to wait for the girl you’re here to help. And once Nancy does walk out of her house, you all begin to help her load boxes of stuff inside the car right away.

“By the way before I leave I think it’s important that we girls have a talk.”

Robin pulls her head back to look at you. “About?” She probes.

You set the book down in the box and smile. “Stuff.”

“What kind of stuff?” Steve queries.

Robin and you look at him and you shoot him a pointed glare. “Girl stuff,” you clarify as you cross your arms over your chest. “Sorry no boys allowed.”

“Really?” Nancy asks.

You scoff. “Yeah, I mean I can’t tell my boyfriend everything. Besides…” you lean towards her and whisper. “I'm going to talk about him. Something he said.”

“No,” she huffs. “I mean are you sure you want to talk to me?”

You look at her puzzled and nod. “Why not? Unless you don’t want to. Which is fine.”

Sure, trusting her completely is going to take time, but well, after what you’ve faced together, after spending time with her you actually want to keep her as a friend. Not just because she and Jonathan are dating and it’d be awkward, but because you really want to now. She’s cool.

Nancy smiles at the thing in her hand and nods. “No I do. I just wasn’t sure. Thank you.”

You offer her a smile and continue to look through her things and change the subject. “Hopefully you’re not donating your Tom Cruise poster,” you smile while Steve hands you stuff so you can pass it to Dustin. “Because if you are, I can find it a home.”

Nancy looks up at you and scoffs in amusement, whilst Steve just shakes his head in disapproval. She was actually going to add something, but just before she can, her mom cuts her off. “Hey, Nance! I found some more of your old stuff in the attic.”

Nancy turns away to walk to her mom, letting you continue to just look through her stuff.

“You don’t need a Tom Cruise poster,” Steve adds. “You have me. You can look at me all the time when we move in together.”

Robin begins to chuckle and adds a remark to his comment. “Excuse me, what?”

You lean forward and shoot her a dismissive whisper. “We’ll talk later.”

“Oh…Oh!”

You snicker softly and finally address Steve’s comment. “It’s for Eleven. Maybe if she stares at it long enough, her taste in guys will change. She’ll move on from you know, and lay her eyes on someone…well someone else.”

“Hey!” Dustin is quick to defend Mike.

“That’s not fair,” Robin interjects. “She could say the same about you.”

“Hey, what?” Steve interjects sharply while he fixes the boxes inside the trunk. “Eleven loves me, okay?”

You catch Nancy coming over and just leave the subject alone for now—you didn’t hate Mike, he’s okay, he’s good with your sister, but well let’s just say your annoyance towards him hasn't really disappeared.

“Here’s another one,” Nancy adds as she walks over to hand you the box.

You take it and hand it to Steve, whilst you ignore the tire screeches happening in the street to keep focusing on what you’re doing.

However, Mrs. Wheeler does end up distracting you and everyone else. “Did someone order a pizza?”

“Pizza?” Dustin asks and looks back while you and others do the same the moment a horn blares.

And once you do look back, you immediately recognize the pizza van and know right away who it belongs to before you actually spot the familiar faces.

“Oh,” you gasp breathlessly.

For once, Argyle was actually a sight for sore eyes.

“It's them,” you mutter with a growing smile.

When the van stops in the driveway and the doors open, the first people to walk out are Argyle and Jonathan. Mike and Will follow to walk out from the back, and behind them all though, is the one person who brings you tears, joy and relief to see.

Eleven.

She was okay. She…she looked different, but she was safe and okay. She was there. She was okay.

Furthermore, the moment Eleven's eyes fall on you, her smile begins to tremble and she doesn’t hesitate even for a second to break into a sprint towards you.

Without hesitation of your own, you break into your own sprint and meet her halfway to throw your arms around each other.

“You’re okay,” she instantly says. “You’re okay.”

Happy tears break out of your eyes and you nod eagerly. “I’m okay. I’m here. You,” cry and pull away to cup her cheeks so you can look at her shaved head. “What happened?” You slide your hand up and stroke the side of her head. “What happened?”

“Papa,” she shares. “He happened. But it’s a long story. I’ll tell you later. Okay?”

You frown and sniffle. “I’m sorry,” you say. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there, I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I tried calling, but no one answered. I’m sorry.”

Eleven shakes her head and lifts her eyes away from the scars around your throat that the bats left, to assure you sweetly. “But you did help with One. That’s what matters. You helped me and the others.” Her smile falters and her voice proceeds to break. “I was scared I lost you,” she begins to cry. “He showed me you in a trance. He said you…died….he showed me…” she pauses since she can’t even finish her sentence.

“But I’m here,” you comfort her. “I escaped. Once thanks to Steve and the others, and the second time because he was busy with Max, and you I assume. But I’m here.” You wipe the tears off her face and whisper. “I’m here.”

Eleven nods and then hugs you again.

“I love you Eleven,” you finally share. “I was scared I was going to lose you. I’m glad I didn’t. I love you, sis.”

Eleven’s hands clutch onto you and she giggles. “I love you too.”

You grin and pull away, letting her continue to speak. “You’ll tell me what happened later? Because I have something to tell you too.”

“Yeah,” you nod. “We can talk later because…” you pause and smile a bit shyly. “I need to tell you something too.”

“Okay,” she agrees and looks beside you as she catches Steve walking over.

“Hey. You’re okay,” he tells her.

You step away to let her step towards him. “Yeah,” she says with a smile. “You are too. Good.”

Steve scoffs and nods. “Yeah, I’ll say.”

Eleven giggles and walks over to Steve to hug him. It takes him by complete surprise but he hugs her back.

“Thank you,” you hear her say. “For taking care of my sister. For saving her too. I’m happy she has you.”

“It was all her,” he replies with a soft smile. “She saved me actually.”

Your smile widens into a grin as you can’t help but feel your heart skipping with joy as you see your favorite people interact.

“Thank you, anyway,” she says anyway before she pulls away to then walk over to Dustin.

You turn as well to look for Jonathan and Will. And they’re not so hard to spot since they were both busy talking with someone else. But when they do notice you’re finally free they both walk over to you at the same time.

“Hey, guys,” you greet happily and meet them halfway to take them in for an embrace. “You guys are okay,” you whisper with relief

“So are you,” Will says.

“Are you?” Jonathan asks.

You nod and feel your heart at ease now. “Yeah, I’m okay. I am now.” You all pull away but stay in front of each other. “You guys look like shit,” you giggle.

Jonathan scoffs and nods. “We’ve been through hell for the past couple of days.”

“Yeah,” you scoff. “Me too. One of those reasons is because you guys wouldn’t answer or call. I’ve been worried to say the least.”

“Sorry,” Will interjects as he scratches the back of his neck. “We haven’t been able to call. When we did try, our calls wouldn’t go in.”

You exhale and assure them. “It’s okay. You’re here now that’s what matters….I’ve missed you guys.”

Jonathan smiles at the ground and Will is the one that answers. “We’ve missed you too. We needed you actually.”

“Really?” You query with a growing grin. “Nice,” you huff and lick your lips to continue more seriously. “Anyway. We need to have a family meeting as soon as possible. I heard from a little bird that something happened that neither of you bothered to share.”

Jonathan and Will look at each other to share a quick concerned look before they nod in agreement and then quickly break away to return to the people they had been talking with before to avoid your anger, letting Argyle walk up to you now. “Y/N!”

You look over at him and smile. “Argyle. You know,” you sigh. “I don’t want to ask how you got mixed into all this. I’m glad you’re okay though.”

“Don’t ask,” he chuckles. “You won’t believe it. I hardly do.” He looks past you and his smile widens. “Steve! Hey my man!”

Said man walks over and offers Argyle a tightlipped smile and a stiff nod. “Hey.”

You bite the inside of your cheek and huff in amusement. Argyle then wants to add something else, but the sound of Eleven's voice cuts him off. “Y/N.”

You turn around to face her, Dustin, Will and Mike. “Yes?” You ask.

“We’re going to go visit Max, is that okay?”

You nod but begin to frown. “Of course. I’m going to go with Steve to drop some things off, we can meet you there after.”

“No,” Mike quickly interjects, pulling your eyes to him. “We can’t. She can’t.”

You narrow your eyes on him and quirk a brow to question him without the need to actually ask.

“I have my powers back,” Eleven continues for Mike. “But bad men are looking for me.”

Now your eyebrows begin to furrow and you quickly deadpan. “Explain. Now.”

“Later,” Will says. “We have a lot to talk about.”

“Just don’t pack,” Dustin adds with a teasing smirk.

No one laughs or smiles, Steve just gets confused and Eleven ignores him to add something else. “For now just meet at home after you are done. I will be there.”

You sigh deeply and just nod since all you can do is agree even if you have a lot to ask. “Fine. I’ll meet you at the cabin then.”

The boys and Argyle begin to leave towards Nancy and Jonathan, but Eleven stays to ask one more thing. “Can I have some money? I want to buy Max something.”

Without hesitance, you agree. “Yeah, you can,” you nod and then try to walk back to Steve’s car to get your purse, but he actually catches you by surprise first.

“How much do you want?” He asks her, causing your jaw to drop.

“Steve,” you try to stop him with a whisper. “It’s okay. I have money.”

Steve ignores you and takes out his wallet, while Eleven is a bit off guard too. She actually first looks over at you to check in.

“Just here,” Steve continues and pulls out a twenty. “You can keep the change.”

“Steve,” you whisper with an awestruck look now painted on your features.

He looks over at you and offers you a sweet smile. “It’s okay,” he adds. “I got her.”

Your heart begins to race and an admiring and loving smile grows on your features. “Thank you,” you mumble.

His smile widens and turns softer as he holds your gaze. “You’re my girl. I got you. I got the both of you.”

God. He needs to be kissed right now.

“Well,” Eleven interrupts your moment. “Thank you, Steve.” Her eyes drift to you and she offers you a teasing smile before she begins to walk back. “I’ll see you later.”

You nod quickly and wave at her. Once she turns away you clear your throat and address Steve. “Again,” you say as you turn to walk back to Steve’s car. “Thank you, I’ll pay you back.”

“Don’t,” he quickly rebuttals. “It’s okay, really. I told you I want you in my life. She’s important to you so she’s important to me too. That means I’m looking out for her too.” He throws his arm around your shoulder and smirks. “Besides, I like the cool points.”

You roll your eyes and scoff as you counter back. “If she loves you already, how come you need cool points then?”

“Don’t be jealous. You’re still my favorite girl.”

“Okay,” you scoff. “But I’m not jealous.”

——

*LATER*

“Oh god,” you mutter in disbelief as all you see as you walk in the high school is all the displaced people due to the gates ripping apart the town.

It’s so sad seeing the town you still consider home be so torn apart because of something they didn’t even know happened. Seeing all the missing people posters lost to the gates opening is just so depressing, especially because you could see the desperation of all the people waiting for an answer.

What got you the most though was Eddie’s poster. One, because jackasses vandalized it, two, because his uncle is still hopeful he’s around. Even after all the lies that have come out, he’s still hopeful. He’s still looking for Eddie; a man no one will know died a hero to help this town that hated him.

And that knowledge, and the anger that boiled within you is what makes you storm over to the missing persons board to rip Eddie’s vandalized poster off to crumble it up, and throw it in the trash.

“Good riddance,” the cop quickly commented after he caught you.

You snap your head towards him and shoot him a nasty glare. “Watch your mouth,” you snap.

“Excuse me?” He sneers as he looks at you up and down and then focuses on your face with a scowl.

You huff and tilt your head since you don’t back down. “You heard me. Watch your mouth and have some respect.”

The cop parts his lips to argue back immediately, but something seems to go off that makes him step back and dismiss you. “Move along.”

Now you look at him up and down to shoot him one more glare before you turn on your heels and rejoin your group and ignore Steve and Robin’s impressed faces.

“Thank you,” Dustin whispers as you continue towards the donation table.

You look over at him and smile softly. “Of course,” you comfort him.

“Hi,” you hear Robin greet the volunteer girl.

When you stop between her and Dustin you set your box down and catch the girl's reply. “Hi.”

“Uh, so these are blankets and sheets,” Robin shares while she points to the boxes you all brought in. “And some…some clothes and…and some kid’ toys.”

“Wow. It’s already so organized.” The girl huffs and smiles. “We appreciate that. Do you want a tax receipt for it?”

Robin, Steve and you share a confused look that gives Robin the answer to say. “Uh, no. I don’t think that we need one. Thank you, though.”

“But,” you interject and lean in towards the table. “Is there anything else that we can do to help?”

The girl puts her pen down on the clipboard and looks at the four of you with a relieved smile before she sends Steve and you off to the clothing section, while Robin gets sent to the cafeteria, and Dustin gets sent to help the people.

“We take from these piles of clothes and then we sort by age. We got infants, girls, boys, men, women,” the volunteer lady lets you know as she points to the different sections. “Oh, if anything is in too bad shape we really don’t want that.”

“Okay,” you say as you follow her with a pile of clothes she had already given you. “Sounds easy.”

The lady suddenly turns around, causing you to take a big step back. “Thank you so much, we appreciate the help.”

You offer her a smile and a nod. “Of course.”

She mirrors the smile before she walks away to let you work.

“This is easy,” you whisper to yourself and put down the pile of clothes to begin sorting them in their right places.

It isn’t hard at all.

But, when you do get to your last piece of clothing you couldn’t help but pout out of awe. “Oh my god!” You exclaim and lift the little dress up and beam at it.

“What? What?” Steve asks in concern.

You turn and face him to show off the little clothes. “Look! Look how tiny it is. Isn’t it so cute?”

Steve ignores the worried glances you got and exhales. “Yeah. Well it is baby clothes, so.”

“How a person can fit in this is beyond me,” you giggle and lower your hands, but keep admiring the little yellow sundress. “It’s so adorable.” You look over at him and smile. “Imagine, little Sara, or little Leia in this. Aw.” You turn away to place the dress where it needs to go, but in doing so you miss the soft smile tugged on his lips and the love struck look in his eyes.

You actually don’t look over at him for a while since you’re concentrating on your task. It isn’t until he returns to your side and nudges your arm that you pay attention to him again. “What?”

“Look. Robin, six o’clock.”

You look back and he quickly snaps back. “No other way!”

“You said six,” you complain and follow his line of gaze only to spot Robin and the girl Vickie smiling, giggling, and talking with each other.

You’d say you’re proud and happy, but after what happened the other day you’re more bothered than happy—no, you’re happy Robin can talk to her crush, but well, she can do a lot better.

The green flags are just not waving for you.

“Meh,” you add and focus back on your task in hand.

Steve blinks and rips his eyes away from your mutual friend to comment on your response. “Meh?”

You shrug and place a piece of clothes down. “She can do better.”

“Better than the girl she likes?” He adds and follows you.

You nod. “Yes.” You glance over at Robin and Vickie and see the girl rambling while Robin seems to also add into that. “It’s just the green flags aren’t waving. She can do better.”

Steve scoffs and rebuttals. “She’s the girl we’ve been pushing her with. Fast times girl?”

“So?” You retort. “Look, Vickie is pretty, sure. She’s into girls, obviously, but I don’t know…they’re too alike.”

“You haven’t met her.”

“So? Look Steve, it’s just—”

“You’re jealous?” He cuts you off, causing you to stop what you’re doing. “You’re scared Vickie is going to take your friend away.” He shoots you a cocky smirk, but you huff and deny his claims.

“No….I am not. Why should I not want the happiness of my friend? Why would I not want her love life to succeed?” You press and continue to work alongside him.

“Because,” Steve continues to explain as he grabs the clothes you hand him to fold it. “Robin has been attached to you ever since you met her, you don’t want her to have another girl friend. You don’t want to be replaced.”

He’s…he’s only partially true. Partially.

“It’s not that,” you keep stubbornly insisting. “I’m just looking out for my friend. I don’t want her to get hurt. Okay? That’s all.” You drift your eyes to the side and catch his gaze on you already, so you just shrug and hand him the last piece of clothes in your hand. “Anyway! I need to go check on Eleven, she should be at the cabin already. Can you take me?”

Steve puts the shirt down in the right place and nods. “Yeah, but I won’t be able to stay, I’m going to need to come back for these two.”

“That’s fine,” you assure him as you both walk away from the table.

“Hey,” Steve interjects as he grabs your hand to stop you in your path towards Robin. “You aren’t going to stay in that broken down cabin are you?”

You shrug. “I’ll tell Jonathan to help me patch up the holes. Our furniture is still dusty but it'll work after I clean it.”

“What about food?”

“I’ll buy some,” you give him an immediate solution. “After all, from what they said, I think my stay here is going to be permanent now, so we’ll need it. At least until we can talk to Joyce to figure things out.”

Steve begins to scratch the back of his head and looks away for a second before he clears his throat to continue. “Why don’t Eleven and you stay with me? I know we said later on, but you can just come stay with me for a while. There’s spare rooms. Jonathan and Will can stay with the Wheeler’s. Because I mean, if the bad men are after your sister, then they’re probably after them and you too. You’ll be safe with me, my parents won’t snitch. At least until Joyce comes, or at least until the cabin is fixed a bit better.”

A smile slowly tugs on your lips and you don’t need time to decide for yourself, but now that Eleven’s here you do need to talk to her first. “I’d love to stay with you, but I’ll need to ask Eleven first. Okay? I’ll talk to her when I get there. And I’ll also ask her about the other moving in thing. Promise.”

Steve sighs in relief and nods before he puts his hand on your back to turn you to head back towards Robin.

The moment you do reach her, both her and Vickie look over at you.

“Robin, I’m going to drop y/n off at her cabin,” Steve explains. “I’ll come back for Dustin and you.”

Robin nods eagerly and then glances at Vickie before dropping her butter knife and pointing at her. “Guys, this is Vickie. Vickie, these are my best friends, y/n and Steve.”

Vickie grins at the both of you and stretches out her hand to greet you, but she then quickly pulls it back and giggles nervously. “Sorry, gloves. I can’t get them dirty. I mean they’re going to get dirty, but I mean germ dirty.” She scoff and shakes her head to continue. “But hi! I’m Vickie. I knew you guys from school, ha. Chief’s princess,” she points at you and then looks at Steve. “And you know, The Hair Harrington,” she exhales. “Oh god, I’m sorry it’s just nicknames from school. You know—I’m sorry.”

Steve and you share a look, and you want to tell him you told him so and just laugh really, but you hold yourself back and smile sweetly. “Well, Vickie, it's nice meeting you.” You look over at Robin and shoot her a smirk. “Take care of Robin, yeah?” You step back and turn to walk away.

Once Steve catches up to you and you’re outside of the school you both burst out laughing.

“I told you!” You exclaim and clap. “Alike!”

“Yeah, no you’re right. Wow.” He looks over at you to point at you. “So? Green flags?”

You shrug with a small smile. “I’ll see.”

*A FEW MINUTES LATER*

“I’ll be back in about two hours,” Steve informs you when he parked the car a bit away from the cabin.

You lean in to kiss him, but when you grasp what he said you pull back to comment on it. “Two hours? We agreed in three hours.”

Steve shrugs. “So? I’m going to miss you.”

The smile on your lips slowly begins to widen but you instead counter against his comment. “Well, it seems that I’m coming back so you’ll have enough of me. You’ll get tired of me.”

Steve smiles and shakes his head. “Impossible.” He leans in and presses a tender kiss on your lips before pulling back to continue quieter. “I’ll be back in an hour with food. I’ll miss you.”

He just keeps changing it. Good.

“It’ll just be one hour.” You mutter and glance at his lips.

“Tell me about it,” he whispers and shows off a charming half grin before he grabs your face and pulls you in for a deeper kiss that you immediately return.

The kiss was so fervent and desperate, yet passionate and tender at the same time. He made time become irrelevant, and provided a fire to your heart that made it race but weakened you at the same time. It was even hard to breathe normally, the both of you were practically hyperventilating since neither of you could pull away from the taste of each other’s lips.

“Steve,” you groan to try and say something, but he just pulls you in and this time he slips his tongue to swipe on your bottom lip. The feeling makes you melt and feel all tingly, while you could feel your stomach twist with desperation and desire.

For that moment you let him take complete control, you forgot where you were and why you came exactly. All you could focus on was on Steve, on how smooth his skin was as you slowly slid your hands up his face to tug on his hair. When he did this deep throaty groan all you felt was your own need for him now more than ever.

But you couldn’t. You can’t now.

But he’s making it so hard to leave.

“Steve,” you mumble as you manage to pull away. “I need to go.” You pant and wipe his bottom lip with your thumb. “I’ll see you in thirty minutes.”

Steve's eyes bounce from your lips to your eyes and he nods and whispers. “Thirty. Got it. Thirty.”

You smile and press another kiss on his lips. “I love you.”

Steve smirks and grabs you by the back of your neck to pull you in for a deep kiss again.

“Steve, baby,” you say between the kiss. “You’re making it hard to go.”

“Then don’t. Let’s go home,” he suggests between the kiss. “We’ll come back in three hours.”

You pull away and keep your hands on his chest. “Later. Promise. When we have time. People are expecting us.”

Steve sighs and nods with discontent. “Yeah, yeah, okay. It’s not fair though.”

You grin at him as he averts his gaze and assure him as you drag yourself back to open the door. “Thirty minutes.”

Steve lifts a little off his seat and just as you were going to fully exit the car he basically throws himself over to you to grab your wrist to stop you.

“Steve,” you protest. “I really need to go. Eleven’s waiting for me.”

“Look,” he mutters and points forward.

You shift your eyes to where he points to and search in between the woods to find what he pointed out, but for a few seconds all you saw was just trees.

“The car,” he points out and pulls you in so you can finally spot it parked near the cabin. “It has dark windows. You recognize it?”

You squint your eyes and lean forward to gasp. “No. I don’t.”

Without question Steve lets you go to unbuckle himself and open his car door to climb out of the car and begin to carefully trudge forward. You quickly follow after him and keep your guard up, you don’t keep your mind open to the possibility that it might be someone you knew, you expect the worst due to all that’s happened and the fact that Eleven is currently wanted by bad men.

You’re basically ready to fight if the occasion arose. How? And with what weapons? Well you didn’t know, but you were ready the moment you reached the mysterious car.

Even if you could see nothing inside because of the tinted windows.

“I can't see shit,” Steve whispers and crouches to try and look harder. “Maybe they’re in your house.”

You move past him to go walk inside, but you come to a quick and hard stop when you spot Joyce hugging Will and Jonathan.

After that your concern just flew past your head.

“Joyce,” you call with emotions already building up.

Said woman looks over at you and a warmer smile decorates her features, she pulls away from her sons and takes one step forward so you could run to her and greet her with a hug.

“Hi, sweetie,” she greets sweetly.

You exhale deeply out of relief and just hold onto her tighter, because seeing her, feeling her arms around you felt the same way as when you had Hopper; safe.

“You’re okay,” you croak. “You’re okay.”

“I am,” she assures you. “I am. I’m sorry I couldn’t call. I’m sorry I wouldn't answer calls.”

You shake your head and pull away to face her and let her cup your face to wipe your tears away. “You were busy, I understand. It’s just…things happened here and I was just worried about you. That’s all.”

Joyce huffs and nods while she seems to grow rather weird. “I was busy,” she says and meets your gaze, and doesn’t drop her smile. “But I’m okay. Are you okay?”

You nod and assure her. “I’m okay.”

“Your surprise is inside,” she reveals and points to the cabin.

You scoff with amusement and glance at the front door before returning your eyes to hers. “Really? I thought it was a joke. What is it?”

“I can't say,” she says with a shrug and pulls away to dig her hands in her pants pockets. “You’ll have to go inside and see.”

You grin at her now and squeal. “I’m excited!”

“You should be!”

You giggle and step back to grab Steve’s hand and pull him inside with you.

“Careful,” Steve comments when you’re running on the wooden front porch. “I wouldn’t want you to fall in through the porch.”

“Ha, so funny,” you retort and let go of his hand when you’re inside. “Eleven? I’m here.” You walk in further and search the house for your surprise, but all you see is just dust and old furniture.

Eleven walks out of the room slowly and right away you notice how her eyes are gleaming, and that her cheeks have tear marks on them.

“Hey,” you begin to query. “What’s—”

However, you end up cutting yourself and gasping when you see…your father walking out of the room too.

“Oh, shit,” Steve gasps.

This. This had to be some dream. This can’t be real. He’s dead.

“No,” you whisper and shake your head as you stumble back, but keep your eyes on him; on his rather thin face and body, on his shaved head. “This…” you trail off and turn to Steve with a trembling frown and tear clouded eyes. “He’s here. Real or not real?” You ask for reassurance.

Steve turns to you and spares a glance at the man cautiously waiting with Eleven in front of the room—“real,” Steve assures you. “It’s real I swear.”

You draw in a deep breath and look back at Hopper to let your eyes search his face one more time thoroughly.

It’s not that you didn’t want him to not be here, but you can’t help but fear that this is some cruel vision, an even crueler nightmare.

He didn’t look like he did in the visions or your dreams, but this could still be a trick.

“It’s Hop,” Eleven says to try and comfort you, making you release a shaky breath.

Yet the only person you can look at for a clarification is Steve; he notices right away the look in your eyes, the need for an answer, and he doesn’t hesitate to assure you. “It’s real. It’s all real.” He cups your cheek and nods. “He’s here.”

“Y/N,” you hear Hopper say.

Tears roll down your cheeks and you slowly turn your head at the sound of his voice.

Hopper slowly steps forward, making you pull away from Steve and take only one step towards your father.

“It’s me. I’m here.”

More tears cloud your eyes and you slowly begin to walk towards him to meet halfway just a few inches in front him.

He doesn’t move or try anything, he lets you take your time to make sure that he wasn’t a dream, he watches you quietly as you lift your hand to slowly cup his cheek to feel his warm flesh for yourself.

“Dad,” you say breathlessly and carefully begin to caress his cheek.

Hopper smiles and cups your hand as tears of his own trial down his cheeks.

“Hi, baby,” his says in a quivering voice.

You sniffle and use your hand to cup his other cheek since he did feel real, his face did feel warm to the touch. He felt real. He looked it too.

“Dad,” you cry and try to smile, but your bottom lip trembles too much to let that actually show.

With his other hand he cups your cheek to gently begin caressing it, making you lean into his touch and smile before you pull each other into an embrace.

Now all you could do was ball the fabric of his shirt in your hands so he wouldn’t vanish like last time. You closed your eyes and dug your head into the crook of his neck to take in his small; he didn’t smell great, but you didn’t care, he smelled real, he felt real. He was real and with you, that’s all you cared about.

“My baby girl,” he whispers and presses a kiss on your head and hugs you tighter. “I missed you so much,” he whispers while he rubs your back and caresses the back of your head as he cries quietly. “There was never a moment that I didn’t think of you and your sister.”

“I missed you too,” your voice sounds muffled. “So so much. Dad,” you pause and pull away, but keep your hands on his face. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Hopper sighs and cups your face to quickly rebuttal against your apology. “What are you sorry for?”

“Everything.”

He huffs and shakes his head, “you did nothing wrong,” he corrects you. “Nothing.”

You swallow thickly and huff out to smile at him and try to whisper what you haven’t told him. “I forgave you. A long time ago, I wanted to tell you, but you…you didn’t come back.” You sniffle and grin. “I love you dad.”

Your father scoffs and shows off his grin before he pulls Eleven and you into an embrace. “My little Valentine’s,” he whispers and presses a kiss on the top of your heads.

You exhale shaily and hold onto them tightly.

Now.

Now your heart was really at ease and content.

You proceed to pull away again to look up at his head and then back at his face to tease him. “You stole her look.”

Hopper and Eleven chuckle before he answers. “That’s what I said.”

“It looks good,” you compliment him and then go a bit serious though. “But how did you make it out?”

“It was the Russian’s,” he scoffs. “But it’s a long story. I’ll tell it later okay?”

You nod and let out another breathless chuckle before you clear your throat and glance over at Steve wandering the living room, and then focus back on your dad to continue speaking. Albeit this time in Russian. “<How terrible was prison?>”

Hopper blinks and parts his lips from surprise and bafflement, while Eleven giggles and Steve just rolls his eyes from where he stood.

You on the other hand notice your fathers confusion and scoff in amusement before continuing. “<Can’t say I blame you, but you don’t understand me do you?>”

Your father sighs and chuckles. “What? When the hell did you learn Russian?”

You scoff and don’t hesitate to show off. “I said how terrible was prison and I asked if you understood. And well it’s been eight months, I was bored most of the time in California so I just said why not.”

“And because you wanted to be a show off,” Steve interjects.

You scoff but smile. “I am fluent now. Almost.”

Hopper huffs out but can’t help his proud smile, before he comments on the man standing in the far end of the room. “So Harrington, are you just going to awkwardly stand over there?”

You all look over at your boyfriend while he slowly turns around to face the three of you with a nervous look. “Just given you guys time.” He swallows thickly and meets your gaze before he makes his way towards you to greet your father. “It’s nice to have you back, Chief.”

Your fathers eyes narrow and his hands slip off yours and Eleven’s shoulders. “I’m not a Chief anymore.” He scoffs and goes serious. “Joyce told me about you and my daughter.”

Steve goes stiff and nods. “Yeah, yeah, me and y/n are together,” he reveals, making you smile.

“So you grew the balls to ask,” your father chuckles, snapping your eyes up to him and making Steve stammer.

“Wh-what?”

Hopper steps away from Eleven and you, to step toward Steve and offer him his hand.

Steve looks at you and then at your fathers hand before he meets his gaze and shakes it.

“Thank you,” your father says and leaves you stunned. “Joyce told me a lot. Thank you for looking out for my girls.”

Steve scoffs and they both pull their hands away. “Of course. I love y/n,” he says without fear. “She’s important to me. She needed me, I was there. Always.”

You walk over to Steve’s side to just look at your father’s face. And you’re surprised to see him smiling.

“Well, thank you,” your father says again.

Steve sighs with relief and nods, letting Hopper share one last scoff before he grabs Eleven by the shoulders and walks her outside, whilst you face Steve and can’t help but show off your growing smile.

“You won’t be able to stay over anymore will you?” Steve asks and sighs.

You shake your head. “I don’t think so, but,” you swallow thickly. “If you still want, once I graduate, we can still move in together. Sound good? I’ll talk to my dad after all these emotions of him being alive pass.”

Steve smiles and nods in agreement. “Yeah. That sounds good. Now let’s get outside, he likes me, I don't want to get on his bad side already.”

“Maybe I get to be the ninja now,” you laugh while you walk out. “Hmm?”

Steve rolls his eyes but he doesn’t turn down your suggestion. “Okay. I’ll pick you up.”

“Sounds good. Twelve thirty?” You ask discreetly.

“Yep.” He whispers and nods.

Steve and you walk out of the cabin, and you instantly head towards your father when he pulls away from his embrace with Mike.

“I should thank Joyce for going on her business trip,” you say as you watch Eleven and Joyce talking.

Your father nods and draws in a deep breath. “About her,” he exhales and looks over at you. “We need to talk.”

You look over at him and nod slowly. “Okay. Well there’s a lot we need to talk about actually.”

“Yeah,” he agrees and then goes serious when he catches the scars around your neck. “What happened?”

You draw in and deep breath and part your lips to add something, but all you let out is your breath of air since the sound of thunder rumbling in the sky cuts you off.

You wouldn’t have thought anything of it, but then some white particles begin to fall from the sky. When you reach your hand out to catch one, you notice that it doesn’t melt in your hand.

“What,” you mouth and then look up at the sky to see that the dark clouds that suddenly began to invade the sky seemed to be coming from somewhere.

Everyone noticed that and without saying anything, you all walked out of the forest that surrounded the cabin to walk out to the grass hills.

And that’s when you saw it, the black clouds, and black smoke that rose from the ground and brought red lightning. You saw glowing red gates in the distance that cracked the ground, and the dead grass and flowers that lay beyond you.

But…it’s supposed to be gone. Max is alive, this can’t be happening again.

How is it happening again?

You let out a shaky breath and share a concerned look with Steve, as you slowly interlace your fingers together to grab ahold of each other’s hands for comfort from the tragedy brewing before you.

“I told you,” a familiar evil voice suddenly sounds in your head. “Y/N. You can’t run away from me.”

A/N- BAHHH!!! I can’t believe we have to wait again!!! Thank you though! Thanks to everyone who kept up with this series! Thank you and I love all of you! The next season is still a long ways away but I hope, I really do hope I get to finish this series! Thank you again, bye for now! ❤️❤️

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