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every-aj-needs-an-angel · 11 months

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Some softish wedding vibes for the lovely @flowercrowngods sorry this took all day

The wedding was beautiful. A cosy little affair in the forest surrounding the Byers-Hopper cabin, just The Party and their immediate family. The guests had a myriad of mismatched chairs decorated with pretty tulle bows, the aisle strewn with wildflower petals collected by the kids, fairy lights strung from the trees casting a warm glow over the dusk ceremony.

The older teens of the party had been on decorating duty and they’d done a great job, even if Steve did say so himself.

Joyce looked stunning in her simple, lace summer gown, Hop beaming and wiping tears from his eyes as Jon walked his mum down the aisle.

Claudia sobbed loudly, Dustin tutting but handing her tissues, shhing her every now and again, making everyone hide a smile behind their hands when she'd wailed "it's just so beautifulllllll!"

Murray had officiated, dressed in ceremonial robes and actually on his best behaviour for a change. Will was Joyce's man of honour, El was Hop's best woman, Steve had never seen either of them look more radiant.

Steve had been roped into dress shopping by El and Max because although she was doing much better, Max's eyesight wasn't what it once was and Steve was apparently the only one with any fashion sense. He was glad he'd gone with them because the three of them had had so much fun, both girls had picked beautiful dresses without really needing his help at all, not that it stopped him smiling to himself as they spun happily in front of the floor length mirror, letting the skirts flow around them, or from taking them both for new records and ice cream, that Dustin had thrown a two hour fit for missing out on.

Then somehow the mum's had talked him into taking all the boys to hire tuxedos, not that he'd minded but Eddie had tagged along when he heard from Dustin that it was going to be a fun road trip with new records and ice cream, and seeing him spin out of the dressing room, all high on life from being with the kids and out of Hawkins, his hair tied up in a messy bun had taken Steve's breath away. Luckily he'd managed to cover it up with a laugh when Dustin had popped out next dressed in a white tux, strutting around because he thought he looked like Elvis.

So they all looked gorgeous and it was all just very sweet and picturesque and romantic.

Although Steve could've done without Mike snarking in his ear at every opportunity, snapping his name like his nanny used to when he was misbehaving, except Steve wasn't doing anything wrong. In fact the first time he'd been told off he'd been up a ladder hanging lights, the second time he'd only walked out the cabin, now dressed in his suit, trying and failing to get his tie perfect. The third time he'd been stuffing cake in his mouth in a rush because his and Max's song had just come on but he was torn between moving and eating, so he'd sloppily thrown the cake in his mouth, frosting pouring out the edges of his lips. Steve didn't get his reaction, yeah it was a little gross but Max was laughing so who cared.

So as soon as the song ended and El came back to dance with Max, Steve grabbed Mike by the collar and dragged him into the cabin.

"Okay, what's your problem? You've been at me all day!" Steve demanded to know, hands on his hips.

Mike spluttered and grouched incoherently, something about Eddie, him being a person, which was just perplexingly obvious. And for someone who'd had a lot to say all day, he suddenly wasn't saying anything, but Steve knew if he just waited Mike out, he'd eventually get his thoughts out in a coherent sentence. Except Will came dashing into the cabin, eye's lighting up when they landed on Mike, grabbing him by the wrist and dragging him back out into the party, before he ever had a chance.

Steve sighed rejoining the reception, mingling and chatting and trying not to be too obvious as he watched Eddie, maybe he'd said something to Mike, maybe he'd noticed the way Steve hadn't really been able to keep his eyes to himself, since, well since forever really but he'd definitely been more consciously aware of his lingering gazes since he'd woken up in the hospital with a joke and a groan, and they'd only become more incessant since he'd first seen him in that damn tux. Christ, Steve get a hold of yourself!

He just hopes he wasn't making Eddie uncomfortable, he didn't think he was because every time Eddie glanced over, it was always with a big smile, the one that started soft but grew until his dimples were showing when Steve smiled back, so he was almost sure that probably wasn't it, surely he'd look away like Robin did when men letched over her.

The next time Mike snapped at him, he was only dancing with Robin, not closely and certainly not well. Dancing In The Moonlight by King Harvest was playing, it was a song they all knew and loved and listened to whenever they all hung out. Robin had dragged him to his feet, just as he'd sat down with Wayne to chat about next weekend's game, and forced him to dance, waggling his arms around and doing all the silly moves until he couldn't help but join in.

Steve's eyes immediately snapped to Eddie, who was sitting by the edge of the makeshift dance floor, looking more miserable than Steve had ever seen him, even when he was a wanted man and on the run. Steve handed Robin to Mike, who protested about being forced to dance, but Robin had had a few glasses of wine and didn't seem too fussed about who she was dancing with, so long as she had a dance partner.

Wayne had his arm slung over the back of Eddie's chair but Eddie was slouched forward head in his hands forlornly watching everyone dance instead of joining like he usually would. Wayne and Steve shared a smile as he headed towards them, Wayne jumping up with a mumbled excuse, disappearing over to the buffet table to chat with Claudia.

Steve loved how he never needed words with Wayne, it was like he could read Steve like a book, had since their first meeting in Eddie's hospital room, he'd just given Steve a hard stare and for a second he thought he was about to get a smack or at least thrown out but Wayne had just given him a soft smile and pulled out another uncomfortable plastic chair for Steve to sit with him at Eddie's bedside.

They'd been fast friends, bonding over stories of Eddie, sports and an adoration of cheese of all things. Wayne even called him son, like he did with Eddie but that was probably just because there hadn't been a weekend since Eddie left the hospital, where Steve hadn't been at their new government bought apartment, screaming at the tv or the radio with Wayne, Eddie huffing and rolling his eyes and bemoaning that he was being forced to put up with two sports fanatics.

But Steve quickly learned the easiest way to settle Eddie was through his stomach, staying after the game to make fresh pizza or four cheese gnocchi or manicotti, from recipes he'd stolen from an old trunk in his attic, watching with pride as both Munson's wolfed down his food, was the easiest way to make Eddie beam at him.

Eddie hadn't noticed Steve coming over, didn't even perceive his presence until there was nothing but a pair of legs directly in his eyeline, forcing Eddie to look up at him.

"Hi," Steve said tentatively, Eddie's smile settling quickly back into place but not quite meeting his eyes.

"Stevie," Eddie greeted, aiming for normality but just the fact that he hadn't drawn out the e gave him away, "nice moves," he teased, sounding a bit too grouchy to be playful.

Steve adored that about their dynamic, the playful mocking, the poking and tickling and doing whatever they could to make the other bite back or laugh hysterically or both but it felt less like their playful banter and more like a defense mechanism, like maybe Eddie was mad with him.

And maybe it was something about the soft warm lighting or the giant strawberry moon peering down on them or the fact that they were at a wedding but something felt bigger, heavier but at the same time incredibly delicate like one wrong move could destroy them both.

"Dance with me," Steve murmured instead of teasing him back, holding his hand out for Eddie to take. Eddie furrowed his brows and blinked owlishly at him, Steve couldn't help thinking he looked adorable but if he let his introspection go on too long, he'd be lost for the night. Steve wafted his hand impatiently, trying to snap Eddie into the present but he only blinked slowly at his outstretched hand too.

"Aren't you dancing with Robin?" Eddie eventually asked hesitantly, which confused the living bejesus out of Steve because surely he couldn't mean…

Steve shook his head vigorously trying to send that mental image back to the pits of hell where it belonged, glancing purposefully over to the dance floor, he could see Robin'd got her arms around Nancy's neck blushing deeply as she babbled constantly. He knew she hadn't quite been able to look at Nancy the same way since they'd visited Creel together but Nancy had her arms securely around Robin's waist, listening intently and grinning and maybe, just maybe…

"I think she's content with her new partner," Steve mumbled, knowing full well that Eddie knew Robin almost as closely as he did, knew that Eddie could see what he saw and that whatever he was doing was some kind of avoidance technique, "dance with me."

They'd danced before, alone and in front of the party, there was no reason for Eddie to be nervous, didn't stop him looking anxiously around Steve's legs at the dancefloor, "There's people," Eddie muttered dejectedly.

Steve glanced over his shoulder and then back to Eddie, with a confused frown, "You mean all the people who love and care about us?" he asked affectionately.

Eddie snorted and huffed, "You," he corrected shortly.

Steve's brows furrowed deeply, "Huh?"

Eddie sighed, rolling his eyes, "All the people who care about you," he clarified grumpily.

Oh no, he's gone down the rabbit hole.

Steve sighed heavily, "Okay, that's not even close to the truth, but for the sake of not arguing, if they care about me, they have to care about you," he informed him.

Eddie sniggered, "Why, you gonna beat 'em up if they don't?" Eddie tried to tease but it came out too flat.

"No," Steve sighed, hooking his finger under Eddie's chin and forcing him to look at him, "anyone who doesn't care about you, doesn't get to care about me. These people are my family but if it came down to a choice of them or you, I'd pick you every time," Steve admitted sincerely.

Eddie's breath hitched but he didn't say anything, looked like he might cry if he did.

Steve decided it was time to just use his trump card, "Dance with me. Please."

And just like that Eddie jumped to his feet dragging Steve onto the dancefloor, because Eddie never denied Steve anything when he said please, not that Eddie ever denied him anything really but it was like a little button that overpowered all Eddie's apprehension and theatrics.

"Can I stay with you please?"

"C'mon Eddie, up, Owens says it'll be good for you to go for a little walk. No? Please?"

"Could you just keep talking until I fall asleep please?"

"Can you pick Dustin up tonight please?"

"Could you bring milk when you come over please?"

"What's wrong Eds? Talk to me, please."

They got situated just as the song changed to a much slower one, At Last by Etta James. Appropriate, Steve thought gleefully. Eddie just stood there, a little shell-shocked and unsure but not running away so Steve gently took his hands and put them on his waist, circling his own around Eddie's neck, except Eddie had his arms perfectly straight keeping a space between them.

"What're you doing?" Steve asked, fond amusement in his voice, it wasn't like they'd never been close before.

"Leaving room for Jesus," Eddie replied, Steve recognised it as an autopilot response, Eddie long lost to his mind, but Steve couldn't help it, the bubble of laughter just burst right out of him. Sometimes Eddie was just inadvertently funny and when Steve laughed he'd stand there like he was replaying the conversation until Eddie was laughing too at his own comment but Eddie's face crumbled, trying to pull away but Steve just held on tighter.

"Hey, no, Eds. I wasn't laughing at you, just maybe we're a bit old for Jesus to need to dance with us. C'mere," Steve said, pulling Eddie closer, wrapping his arms more tightly around him, swaying slowly to the music.

The look in Eddie's eyes as they listened to the song told Steve all he needed to know about why Eddie had been avoiding him, why he was only looking his way when he thought Steve wasn't looking, why he was being so evasive, how he'd managed to spiral so far that he thought he and Robin, ugh, Steve can't even think it.

Even Mike's snapping made a whole lot more sense, "Stop messing with Eddie," boy really needs to learn to stop grumbling, "he's a person, he has feelings!" Mike could see Eddie pining and had taken it on himself to try to stop Steve doing whatever mundane task that had Eddie yearning.

It was probably the sweetest thing Steve had ever seen Mike do for someone who wasn't El or Will, even if it pissed Steve off that he'd always be a cad in Mike's eyes, that he just assumed that Steve was a bad guy (when he's done nothing but throw himself in front of him and his friends time and again to protect them) that he was purposefully leading Eddie on, being intentionally enticing just to hurt him.

Not that it mattered what Mike thought, he could only hope that it was all his biases and not that Eddie hadn't been venting to the kids, all that mattered was that that wasn't what Eddie thought of him.

The whole atmosphere of the night had changed, everyone had slowed and quietened, couples solely focused on the person in their arms. But Steve felt the ground under his feet change, drew from Captain Steve the guy who'd thrown the first punch at Billy to protect his kids, felt Sir Steve crawl up his throat, the Knight who'd gone into battle against an all-powerful beast and brought his comrades out of the pits of hell because he'd seen now, seen clearly for the first time in god knows how long and he couldn't just go back to pretending, not without giving this is best shot. And thank god for Etta James because she was going to help him, because he could do this, he could be brave and fight for what he wanted for a change.

He had a horrible singing voice but Eddie already knew that, told him so often and in many imaginative ways.

"I found a dream that I could speak to, a dream that I can call my own," he sang quietly, trying to copy Wayne's looking into your soul look, trying to let Eddie see that his feelings are reciprocated, classing it as a win when Eddie grins, blushing deeply and mushes his face into Steve's neck.

"I've found a thrill to press my cheek to, a thrill that I've never known," he continued, nuzzling further into Eddie's neck because now he was this close it was like he couldn't get close enough.

"You smiled," Steve murmured against his skin, unable to wipe the lovesick smile off of his face. He and Eddie had always been close but they both knew this was different.

Originally it started with helping him limp around when he'd refuse to use his crutches, then when Wayne had to go back to work Steve started staying the night so Eddie could sleep without having to worry about waking up alone after a nightmare, he'd only spent the first few hours on the sofa before Eddie woke up screaming, sweaty and shaking, Steve hadn't even thought about it just clambered in behind Eddie pulling him flush against him, shhing him and running his fingers through his hair to get it out of his face, he didn't bother with the sofa again after that, they just shared Eddie's bed, soothing both their nightmares with the others presence.

But they've had time and distance from their trauma since then, most of them have been to therapy and they're all doing better, they can sleep in their own houses, in their own beds, they can all actually sleep for eight hours and wake up well rested. But he and Eddie stayed as close as ever, it's rare that they're never not touching, if Eddie's tired he'll attach himself to Steve like a backpack. They hug, they hold hands, Eddie even kissed him on the cheek one time, Steve's pretty sure it was an accident but he'd been so busy trying to hide the blush that'd sprung to his cheeks to really read the situation, maybe if he had they might've got here sooner because looking back Steve's not really sure how he missed all the signs, Eddie sits in his lap on movie nights for god sake.

"You smiled," Steve sang, pulling back to look at Eddie, to look at the adorable endeared grin and the pretty blush he can't hide because his hair's all tied up, still neat as a pin, showing just how much hairspray Claudia had used to hold it in place.

"And then the spell was cast," he crooned, because it was, from all the way back in school when Eddie would taunt the other jocks but there was never any bite in it when it came to Steve, his teasing came with a smile he never saw directed at anyone else, and he still remembers how it would make him preen a little and how he'd always feel a little peppier for the rest of the day.

But it felt like magic when they met for real, not the king and the jester but Steve and Eddie, battling the unknown side by side, Eddie smiling real smiles, teeth and dimples, all for Steve, because of Steve. And then of course he'd just had to be the hero and Steve had swore at him the whole way to the hospital because he'd been so mad but after days at his bedside, the first time he woke up and smiled at Steve, he knew from that moment on he was done for.

He'd just never thought they could have this, never dreamed Eddie would feel the same way so he buried that feeling deep down, enjoyed his friendship, relished being someone Eddie could rely on, being his confidant and still even when Eddie said "don't punch me but…" Steve had been too scared to rock the boat, didn't want to lose what they had because just because Eddie was interested in men didn't mean he was interested in him.

Who'd've thought Mike Wheeler would've been the one to make Steve see what was right on the end of his nose.

"And here we are in heaven," Steve trilled, resting his forehead against Eddie's trying to calm his heart before it beats right out of his chest, because there's butterflies taking flight and Steve's never in his life been nervous about a kiss but this one feels monumental and he can feel it coming and he wants it now and he also wants to wait and let this moment last forever.

"For you are mine," Eddie crooned, sounding more like a question. And as much as Steve always melts whenever Eddie sings, the fact that Eddie's still questioning his intentions, after he declared that Eddie's the most important person in his life, after what they're currently doing, just makes Steve realise how long Eddie's been his, how blind they've both been, how they've both been so wrapped up in what they can't have neither of them noticed it was right there for the taking.

Steve beams at him, let's Eddie see the way he makes him feel, the way he's always made him feel, nods like he's agreeing to a marriage proposal, deliriously happy and tear streaked.

"At last," Etta sings into the moonlit evening, as the boys seal their promise with a kiss.

#i apologise in advance for all the tense changes and terrible grammar if i proof read this again it'll end up in the bin #idek how to tag this #steddie #steve x eddie #platonic stobin #steve is wayne's pre-son-in-law #steve being an amazing big brother to el and max because they're his favourites. shh don't tell dustin. i joke ofc he loves them all #background jopper #background pre ronance #steve harrington #eddie munson #wayne munson #the party #aj writes #i promise i'll go back to working on my vegas au now

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randomisedmongoose · 1 year

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I've been thinking about parents and kids in Disco Elysium.

Fathers first: who actually has a present, positive father figure?

Kim never knew his, and says that he thinks his father wasn't that great of a person anyway. Harry doesn't remember his, and doing the fascist route and talking with Measurehead indicate that he wasn't around, if not actually abusive. Little Lily's dad killed himself, and wasn't that much of a help before that anyway. Judit's husband is, according to her, half a husband and probably not that good of a dad. Acele's dad was a drug lord and "a bad man". The paledriver says she "never had a father" - she might have forgotten him, though. But the father she remembers definitely isn't hers. Plaisance's husband, Annette’s dad, is distant and quite possibly emotionally abusive. Cuno's dad is... uh. Yeah. No. Abusive and pretty much gone. Easy Leo and his mum had to move from Iraesh because his da was too violent. Billie's husband Victor doesn't seem to be that good of a father to their kids, even if she clearly loves him and will miss him awfully. The racist lorry driver has three kids. Wonder how good of a dad he is (my money is on not that great). Tommy Le Homme has children that he misses dearly, but he's still distant from them.

Fathers are distant or gone, and that’s almost universally seen as a good thing that they are, because when they're actually there they're awful. The only positive, present father figure we get on screen is Trant. He's supportive, interested in Mikael's hobbies, protective and inclusive. We get one possibly positive father figure story from Measurehead, but the man himself is described as the perfect pinnacle of masculinity, which in this setting probably isn't that good really, when not seen through his son's eyes.

Also, Harry's own relation to fatherhood. We don't know what happened when Dora got an abortion, if Harry wanted her to or not (and it doesn't matter really, it was her choice to make) but it does mean he's not a father now. And judging from what the game tells us about fathers and everything we know about him pre-game, this is probably a good thing.

Mothers, then? Much more present, and a bit more complex.

Kim doesn't remember his mother, either. Harry has a fond memory of his, being loved and cared for, but she's spoken of in the past tense. Lilienne does her best and seems to genuinely care for her children, but she works all the time to put food on the table. Joyce is a mother, how good she is is up for interpretation. In any case she's not present, but considering her age her daughters are probably adults. Billie clearly loves her girls and knows and supports what they do, she's present in their lives even though they're nearing adulthood. Judit is an overworked cop with a partner that doesn’t seem to contribute much – not the best of circumstances for a kid, but we have no idea who helps her and her situation outside work.

The only mother we get an explicitly bad picture of is Plaisance’s, Annette’s grandmother, and by extension, Plaisance herself (hello, generational cycle of abuse, we'll get back to you). There are two bad mothers that are more metaphorical: the Mother of Silence, aka. the 2 mm hole in reality, that will eat you whole and never spit you out, and Dolores Dei, who is described as Humanity's Young Mother – nurturing and abusive at the same time, granting humanity the complete world while murdering the parts of it that rejected her gifts.

So mums run the entire gamut from godly to shitty with every flavour of overworked from all social classes in between. Despite the caring mother figures, we're left with a complete picture of children as largely abandoned by their parents emotionally or practically, if not outright abused.

Distant and abusive parents tie very nicely into the theories of the Pale that says that it consists of recycled memories, and part of what makes the world stagnant. Everybody's stuck in a perpetual cycle of generational abuse with no way of getting out. It takes drastic action to change it, because you're not just working against your own trauma and ingrained habits, but against the grain of history.

But, here's the kicker, we as a player can do that – to some extent. We can try to break Harry out of the cycle. We can make him kinder and calmer and less violent. But he had to literally erase every aspect of himself, and he didn't even manage to do it completely.

We can save some kids, but no matter how we play the game, we're not allowed to save some of them. The ravers, we can help them. Cindy, we can give her a little bit of artistic inspiration. Mikael is set already, he doesn't need us. We can do our best to make sure Little Lily and her brothers aren't evicted. We can even give Cuno something other (better is debatable) by recruiting him to the RCM.

Cunoesse though? She's lost to us in all futures. She's the only person in the game besides ourself that we can actually kill (not counting the mercs), and the only one beside ourself that actively wants us to do it. There's already been circumstances that led her to where she is, and we the player can't break her cycle. All we can do is hope that there's someone else who can. And boy does it seem bleak.

#disco elysium #kinda rambly but I have Feelings about parenthood #there's so much more here about Harry and kids and fatherhood too #I can't formulate it #disco elysium meta #de meta

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emblazons · 1 year

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I'm gonna keep it 300: Once I realized that byler v mlvn (at least in canon) was never a competition of "ships" or even heteronormativity versus queer rep but a conversation about thematic points being made by the duffers, I ceased feeling any real doubt about the outcome of this segment of the intertwined character narratives.

Why? Because The Duffers (while notoriously mum about their plotlines and twists) are vocal as hell about what they value & what "lessons" they're trying to drive home.

With The Duffers (unlike a lot of TV writers today) its "find the thematic line and you find the endgame plot." That's literally it. And tbh, even if I was someone who couldn't stand byler for whatever reason, from a narrative theme perspective, its pretty clear that

"15 year old boy who both longs for and fears the consequences of nonconformity finds the bravery to get out of a relationship that fuels those insecurities while leaning into his relationship with his fellow-nonconforming best friend"

tracks more with The Duffers value system than

"boy and his superhero love interest spend their 5th consecutive season barely seeing eye to eye on interests and problem-solving while relying on other people who know them better than they know each other to fix their relationship before dramatically separating and coming back in a melodramatic flourish."

Like. I don't even need to do more mental work than that to understand whats happening with this part of the story, because after 7 entire years of watching the rest of the show, its clear they'e written Mike and El into the same corner that's broken up every other dysfunctional relationship in Stranger Things, from Stncy to Joyce and Bob: a lack of common interest and a lack of common goals.

When you look at that, and combine it w/ any knowledge of the—

"What's wrong with playing DnD as an adult" "we are nerds and children at heart" "we hated HS & did other people's assignments to stay relevant" "one of us married a fellow horror fan who shares our interests (Ross) and the other has decided not to officially partner (Matt)"

—Duffer Brothers? lmao.

The only snag I ever hit trying to understand that was the S3 tone shift...and even they admit that was their narrative "play" season, which (however you feel about that as a writing decision) says every single thing about what's gonna happen when things get "more serious" (while moving back to S1 energy) in S5. 🤷🏽‍♀️

#byler #anti mlvn #I am a generalist not a specifist when it comes to analysis and it's saved me a lot of detail-oriented heartache here lmao #like at this point I don't feel doubt or even a desire to 'analyze' byler sans showing how the little pieces connect to the main theme #its become so straightforward in my head I don't know how else it might be otherwise resolved LMAO #my st commentary #stranger things

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strangerthingslover69 · 1 year

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Your mother’s new husband

Dmitri Antonov + Female Reader

18+ minors do not read!

Warnings ~ Swearing, smoking, & smut ~

This is not how you expected you life to be at all. Twenty six. Still living at home. Working a shit job to help your mum with the bills. Still somehow living in the wreck of Hawkins as the town and people begin to slowly build themselves again. And now? Well you most definitely did not expect yourself to be under your mothers new husband in bed. Let’s start of the beginning shall we?

Today was like any another normal Thursday. You got up at 7am, have a shower, brushed teeth, got dressed and went downstairs to have breakfast. Same breakfast as always. Peanut butter on toast, your favourite. You took your place at the dining room table like normal. Only for these last few months you’ve had an extra house member. Your mothers new husband. Your new step father. Dmitri Antonov.

Your mothers best friend Joyce had a package from Russia sent from her beloved Jim Hopper, rose from the grave. Your mother insisted for Joyce and Murray not to go on their own. So of course she invited herself along too. Even when Joyce and the kids moved away from Hawkins they kept in contact everyday. They did have a beautiful friendship. You loved your mother dearly but my god she liked to take over. Anyway long story short after Joyce and Hopper reunited and moved back to Hawkins your were even more surprised to see you mother with a man. Another one. You see your mum was a bit of, well to put it bluntly, a whore. You didn’t even know who your father was as there was three people in the line up. Yes three. Of course you were very wary at first as you had no idea who this stranger was and now he was living in your home. A month after he moved in they got married in secret. You were mortified when you found out. You were so angry that your mother did this. Brought this stranger into your life without knowing him properly. Was here here for a green card? Or did he actually care for your mother? Or was there any other reason? You really didn’t know. You acted more of a child than you should of but she just left you if the dark again. The day you found out you stayed in your room refusing to come out. You sobbed into your pillow as you felt let down by her again. There was a gentle knock at your door. ‘Go away!’ You shouted. ‘Y/N, please?’ You hear Dmitri’s voice on the other side of the door. ‘What do you want?’ You said sadly. He opened the door and his heart broke a little seeing your eyes all red and puffy. Tears still rolling down your face, chest breathing heavily up and down. Dmitri closed the door and sat next to you on the bed. ‘I, I am sorry. She told me you knew’ Dmitri begins to say. ‘She said you were happy to have a father figure in your life. I promise if I would of known how this would of made you feel I would of not married her’ he says his hand stroking your back. You looked up into his eyes, bottom lip still trembling. You didn’t know what to say, Dmitri’s words hit home a lot more than you expected. You can’t deny it was kind of nice to have him around. You talked a bit and did get on well, maybe he wasn’t the bad guy? ‘I, I’m sorry Dmitri’ you say as tears start to roll down your cheek again. Dmitri did not say anything, he only brought you in for a hug. This was the first time you two had been this close. You wrapped your arms around his neck and cried into it. Your chest pressed again his, his hand still stroking your back soothingly. He let you cry as much as you needed that evening. That evening you two got a bond. A bond that would never be broken Flicking through a magazine about New York’s new fashion trends whilst eating your toast you hear Dmitri and you mother upstairs. They were arguing. Again. You see as yours and Dmitri’s relationship became better, his and your mothers seemed to be getting worse. Your mother had sadly fallen back to her old ways. Before Russias rescue mission and Hawkins downfall your mother would go out every weekend drinking and bring a different man home. You had the unfortunate of your room being across from you mothers and hearing them. You listened to your walkman a lot. She swore to you after everything that had happened these last few months she would not become who she was. She lied.

One Friday last month your mother did not come home that night. Around 2am the phone rang waking you up, Dmitri answered. You opened your bedroom door and crept down the stairs listening in. ‘Who is this?’ ‘Excuse me?’ ‘You fucker’ ‘For fuck sake. *sighs* Yes I’ll be there in ten’ Dmitri slammed the phone down. You walked to the kitchen and saw him rubbing his eyes. ‘Everything okay?’ You asked in a quiet voice. Dmitri turned to you giving you a warm smile. ‘Yes, fine. Your mother. I, I have to go pick her up from, from a friends’ he says looking like he may want to cry. You know exactly what he means. ‘Do you want me to go?’ You ask walking over to Dmitri. He shakes his head, ‘No, no. You go back to sleep. I won’t be too long okay?’ He says placing a kiss on the top of your head. ‘Be careful’ you say hugging him, he hugs you back and rests his hand upon yours. You and Dmitri had become more close so hugging was comfortable and natural now. ‘I will, go on. Back to bed’ he says letting go of you. ‘Goodnight’ you say walking back upstairs. ‘Night’ Dmitri says as he puts his coat on. You fall back asleep no problem only to be woken up not even a hour later. You sit up and hear shouting from Dmitri and your mother. You try to ignore it only it’s difficult. You get out of bed and open the door slightly.

‘Кто, черт возьми, это был?!’ (Who the hell was that?!’) Dmitri shouts.

Neither you or your mother speak Russian so you have no idea what he is shouting.

‘I do not understand what the fuck you are saying!’ Your mother shouts back words slightly slurred. Yup she was drunk.

‘Ты сказал, что больше не пьешь!’ (You said you don’t drink anymore!) Dmitri shouts something out again.

‘Talk fucking English if you want to talk to me! I. Do. Not. Understand!’ You mother screams back angrily.

‘What is the point? You clearly have had a drink. After promising Y/N and myself that you wouldn’t. I get a phone call from another fucking man asking me to pick you up. From his house! From his bed! шлюха! (Whore!)’ Dmitri shouts. You’ve never heard him like this. You mother does not reply to him. You can hear her moving to the kitchen, most probably looking for more drink. You hear footsteps coming up the stairs, you peek your head out slightly and see Dmitri clearly upset. He stops on the landing catching his breath. He turns to your door and you quickly shut it before he sees you. You hear more movement from your mothers downstairs and then Dmitri’s bedroom slam shut. You climb back into bed hoping to somehow sleep

Things had not been the same since then. Your mother still goes out over the weekend. Does whatever she does and then calls Dmitri to pick her up. He always does. That’s the saddest thing of all. No matter where your mother was or what time he was calling he always got her. They wasn’t as much arguing as before. It’s like Dmitri had slowly come to accept his new life. He was suppose to have a better life here. You couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. ‘Morning sweetie’ you mother said beamingly as she made her way to the kitchen. ‘Morning mum’ you said with a smile. ‘Do you mind finding something to do later, you know, so you’re not at home?’ You mother asks pouring some coffee. You look up from your magazine. ‘Why?’ You ask. Your mother sits across from you. ‘Well some people are coming over. Work friends.’ She says taking a sip. ‘Oh Denise and Carol? Why do I need to go? I haven’t seen them in ages would be nice to say hi’ you say taking a bite out of your toast. ‘No not those friends sweeties. Having Gary and Dylan over. They are new. Going, going to show them the ropes’ she says smiling. You drop your toast down, it lands wrong way up but you don’t pick it up as it sticks to the plate. Your stomach churns and eyebrows raise. ‘W-why, why here? Why can’t you show them at the office?’ You ask stuttering. Your mother rolls her eyes. ‘You know why. C’mon sweets. I’ll give you some money so you can do whatever you want?’ She says finding her purse. ‘What about Dmitri?’ You ask. She looks up at you blankly, for a second you think she’s forgetting who Dmitri is. ‘Oh honey, he knows. Don’t worry’ she says handing you $60. You look at her not saying anything. She grabs your hand and pushes the money into your palm. ‘So I’ll see you Saturday okay?’ She says kissing you goodbye. ‘But mum, it’s only-’ you shout to her but she shuts the door and is gone. ‘It’s only Thursday’ you mumble to yourself. You don’t bother to finish your breakfast. Works pretty slow so the morning drags. On your break you decide to call Dmitri at work, just to give him a heads up about tonight. You didn’t know what your mother was planning on doing but you didn’t want Dmitri to see whatever he was.

‘Hawkins police this is officer Antonov how can I help?’ Dmitri says answering the phone

‘Hi Dmitri it’s Y/N’ you say

‘Oh hello Y/N. This is an unexpected call. Everything okay?’ He asks slightly concerned

‘Yeah all good. I, I was just wondering. (You can’t exactly blurt out what you thinks gonna happen with your mother and her ‘friends’ over the phone) I was, lunch. Want to grab some lunch?’ You ask hoping he will say yes. It will be much easier to talk in person

‘Sure, was about to go for lunch, I’ll come pick you up?’ He says grabbing his keys

‘Okay, sounds good. Thanks. See you soon’ you say hanging up the phone.

You were nervous to talk to Dmitri. You didn��t know what you were going to say or how you were going to say it but you needed to. Ten minutes later you see Dmitri arrive. You go outside and get in the car. ‘Well this was a nice surprise. My morning has been pretty shit to be honest. So thank you’ he says with a warm smile. Your heart drops to your stomach, surely you’re just going to make it worse. How can you tell him when he’s looking at you with such a warm kind smile? ‘N-no problem. I’m sorry you’ve had a bad morning. Wanna talk about it?’ You say putting on your seatbelt. ‘Don’t want to bore you don’t worry. What about that new drive through for lunch, it’s just opened? I don’t have too long so something quick will have to do’ he says pulling onto the street. ‘Sure, sounds great’ you reply. You can’t help but shift in your seat, you were feeling nervous and uncomfortable keeping this from him. You wanted to tell him but how could you? Dmitri noticed. ‘Hey, are you okay?’ He asks turning his head slightly to you. ‘Mmhmm. Fine’ you reply in a small voice. ‘Y/N, I’ve been living with you for some time now. I can tell when something is wrong’ he says pulling into the drive through. ‘What would you like, my treat?’ He asks. ‘Just a burgers good. Thanks’ you say quietly. Dmitri orders and parks up. He begins to eat as your fiddle with the wrapping of your burger. You look over to Dmitri surprisingly he’s already looking at you. ‘C’mon. Tell me what’s wrong’ he says taking a bite of his food. ‘Nothings wrong’ you mumble. Dmitri sighs and puts his food down. He turns slightly towards. ‘Y/N?’ He says. You don’t look up. You feel his fingers lift up your chin so you look at him. You flinch at his actions as they take you off guard. ‘I can tell you have something to say’ he says, his fingers not leaving your chin. He looks at you with those kind eyes and warm smile. You sigh. ‘You can’t go home tonight’ you say in a quiet voice. He looks at you confused. ‘Mum. She has, she has people over. She’s given me $60 to be out of the house till Saturday. I’m so sorry Dmitri’ you say as your eyes fill up. You close them so you don’t see his face. A tear rolls down your cheek, you feel Dmitri’s thumb wipe it away and stroke your cheek. ‘Y/N?’ He says in a calming tone. You reluctantly open your eyes. You look at him. He doesn’t seem to have any bad reaction. No anger in his eyes. He removes his hand from your face and sighs loudly. ‘I know. Gary and Dylan right? I, I heard your mother on the phone last night. She thought I’d fallen asleep on the sofa. I heard what she said. She told me it was a work thing but not those two men. She does not know I know. I would like to keep it that way. I, I have a room booked in a hotel for the next two nights.’ He says looking at his hands. You don’t reply straight away, you are shocked to hear. ‘You, you know?’ You whisper. Dmitri nods and turns to you. ‘I do. But I do not want her to know that I do. So I would be grateful if you did not tell her’ he says with pleading eyes. ‘But why? Why do you not want her to know? She’s, she’s cheating on you!’ You blurt out more loudly than anticipated. Dmitri rubs his eyes. ‘You think I don’t know that? She does not hide it well. I don’t think she cares anymore. I, I don’t think she loves me anymore’ Dmitri says sadly. ‘Dmitri, I, I’m sure she does. My mum. She just. It’s the alcohol. It makes her so stupid things. Really stupid. I am so sorry she makes you feel like this. You, you do not deserve it at all’ You say sighing sadly. ‘You are too kind Y/N.’ He says looking up at you with sad eyes but smiling still. You smile back. For a minute the whole world just stops as you look at one another. You’ve never realised how handsome he is

‘So what will you do?’ He asks snapping you out of your trance. You look at him confused. ‘I mean tonight and tomorrow?’ He asks. ‘Oh shit. I forgot. I, I don’t really know. I would stay with a friend but Eddies at a gig, Nancy and Johnathan are away for the week, Steve has a few dates lined up and Robin is working.’ You say wondering what an earth you could do. ‘Well -Dmitri clears his throat-, if you wanted. You, you could stay with me?’ Dmitri asks slightly nervously. You can feel your cheeks blushing, wait why are you blushing? ‘Are you sure?’ You ask hesitantly. ‘Of course. Can’t have you no where to go just so you mother can do whatever the hell she wants. I’m sure we can watch some movies, room service? How does that sound?’ He asks. Just you and Dmitri. Your step dad. Alone. You can’t help but get a tingly feeling all over your body. Your not sure why your reacting this way. ‘I’d love to. Thank you Dmitri’ you say with a smile. ‘No problem, now eat, we need to get you back to work’ he says with a smile. You tuck into your burger as he drives you back to work. You mind wanders to this evening. You realised you didn’t have any clothes. You’d have to go home regardless to pack.

The rest of the day goes quickly compared to your morning. Dmitri called you at work to ask if you could pick him up since Hopper needed the car in the garage, you said you would. Before picking him up you drive back home to pack some clothes for the next couple of nights. Luckily no sign of your mothers car. You decide to have a quick shower before packing you bags. You throw on your black skirt with a band tee, pairing with knee high socks and your vans. You pack your clothes, toothbrush, hairbrush, deodorant, all the essentials. Just as you zip up your bag you hear the door open downstairs and the sound of your mother laughing. Great. You put on your bag and make your way down. ‘Sweets. What are you doing here?’ You mother asks smiling through gritted teeth. You feel the two men staring at your legs as you come down the stairs. ‘Just packed a bag for a couple of nights. I’m out of here don’t worry’ you say going towards the door. ‘Boys why don’t you make yourself a drink, kitchens down the hall to the right’ she says with a flirty smile. You wanted to puke at the sight of your mother flirting with these strangers. She pulls your arm before leaving. ‘Where are you staying?’ She asks looking you up and down. ‘Just at a friends. They said I could stay on the couch.’ You reply back. Your mother smiles from ear to ear. ‘That’s great honey. I’m glad you can sort yourself out. Here’s another $40, maybe come back Monday?’ She says with a Cheshire Cat smile. You snatch the money and roll your eyes. ‘No problem.’ You say bluntly as your open the door. You turn back before leaving, ‘You know what? Dmitri doesn’t deserve this shit from you. He deserves someone better.’ You say slamming the door shut. She doesn’t even bother to come out after you. You drive to the station ready to meet Dmitri feeling infuriated by your mother and her actions. How can she chose to sleep around with men when she has Dmitri? He’s so kind and caring. Not mention he’s a very beautiful man, it hadn’t go unnoticed by you of course but he’s your step father, so those thoughts were hidden. As you park up you see Dmitri talking to Hopper each smoking a cigarette. Dmitri has changed into some more comfortable clothes, jeans and a top. You can’t help but stare as Dmitri brings the cigarette to his lips, he inhaled the sweetness of the nicotine his nostrils flaring slightly. He holds it for a minute then breathes it out, his chest heaving as he breathes out.

Dmitri sees you as he finishes his cigarette, you just staring blankly at him with an expression he’s not seen before. Hopper follows Dmitri’s eyes. ‘She okay?’ Hopper asks. ‘I think so, why do you ask?’ Dmitri says putting out his cigarette. ‘Listen man not my business but she’s looking at you like the way Joyce looks at me’ Hopper says. Dmitri turns to him raising his eyebrows, ‘Excuse me? Dmitri says surprised. ‘Like I said man. Not my place to say, have a good weekend’ Hopper says parting Dmitri on the shoulder. Dmitri picks up his bag and walks over to your car. You snap out of your trance when you see him walking over to the car. He opens the passenger door and throws his bag in the back. ‘Thanks for picking me up’ he says sitting down putting on his seatbelt. ‘No worries’ you say with a smile. You sit there for a minute in silence before Dmitri spoke. ‘So the hotel is about a forty minute drive, I’ll direct you or I can drive?’ He offers. ‘Maybe you drive, I’m not the best with directions. Dmitri chuckled and gets out of the car walking to your side. You climb over to the passengers seat, Dmitri notices your skirt lifting up, his eyes follow it as it lifts. He can see the outline of your lace underwear. He feels a twinge in his boxers. Both seated Dmitri starts to drive to the hotel. A minute of excitement and nervousness runs through you. ‘So where does your mother think you are, I presume you didn’t say with me?’ Dmitri asks turning to you slightly. ‘I told her a friends. She was happy I wasn’t staying long. Where did you say you were going?’ You ask. ‘Told her had to work away the weekend, don’t know if she believed me but either way she did not care. She was also happy I was not going to be there.’ Dmitri replies in a somewhat sad tone. ‘I told her she doesn’t deserve you before I left. I told her you deserved someone better’ you said. ‘You did? Well that was very sweet of you Y/N, I appreciate it’ Dmitri replies, his hand moved on your bare thigh giving it a little squeeze, it’s like it had mind of it’s own. You felt your cheeks blush at his touch, you could feel him pulling his hand away but you rested yours on top so he couldn’t move. You both turned to one another and face a small shy smile. You stayed like that the whole car ride. Dmitri turns into the hotel, ‘Sleepy Stays’ the sign read. It was nice looking, a large building with lots of windows and trees around. Definitely better than a motel but no five stars. He parks up and you reluctantly move your hand away so Dmitri can move his. Your not sure what is going on with you but you want his hand back on your thigh. You both get out grabbing your bags, we’ll you go to get yours but Dmitri takes it. ‘I can carry my own bag’ you say shutting the door. ‘I know but I would like to’ he says smiling. Gosh his smile is breath taking

You walk next to one another as you walk to the doors. It’s even nicer inside, light yellow walls, red flowers dotted around in vases, a fancy chandelier in the middle of the lobby. It was better than you anticipated. You both walk up to the front desk, the lady behind it gives you two a smile. ‘Good afternoon, we are checking in. The name is under Dmitri Antonov’ Dmitri says taking his wallet from his pocket. ‘Good afternoon sir, madam, I will just check that for you’ she replies typing on the computer. ‘Yes got you down here. King size bed with suite, will that be cash or card?’ You don’t hear what Dmitri replies as your heart is beating through your ears. You didn’t even think about the sleeping arrangement. A king bed? At least it’s big enough for you both. But what if you snore or drool in your sleep? What if you roll over and your next to him? What if- ‘Y/N?’ Dmitri’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts. ‘Mmhmm?’ You reply, your unsure if words will come out of your mouth. ‘I said you ready?’ Dmitri replies grabbing the bags. ‘Oh, yeah sorry’ you reply. ‘Enjoy your stay Mr and Mrs Antonov’ she says with a smile. Dmitri nods back and you smile. Neither of you correct her. Y/N Antonov, you kind of liked that. Damn it snap out of it. He’s married. Married to your mother! Okay calm down. Dmitri presses the button as you wait for the lift to arrive. ‘You okay?’ He asks. You turn to him, ‘I’m good yeah, why? You okay?’ You reply far too quickly. ‘I’m good. Just checking, you seem, nervous?’ Dmitri says shrugging his shoulders. The lift door opens and Dmitri lets you go first. He presses number two and you start to go up. ‘Well, I am a little bit I guess’ you say twisting your fingers into one another. ‘Hey, there’s nothing to be nervous about, I promise’ he says with a reassuring smile. His tone of voice and smile help you calm. You make your way to the room and Dmitri unlocks it with the key. Again letting you in first. Of course such a gentleman. But also in the back of Dmitri’s mind he can’t help but look at your ass as you walk in front. It’s been a while since your mother and him were intimate due to her list of men. He couldn’t help but get excited as it wobbles a little as you walk. Dmitri’s thoughts remind him, calm down. Your married. To her mother. Stop this now.

The room is nice, same colour yellow as the lobby. The king size bed taking up most of the room, it looks very comfortable. There’s a small TV, two bedside tables, lamps and a painting of two people kissing above the bed. You quickly look away from that and go investigate the bathroom. ‘This is lovely’ you say walking in. ‘Sparkling clean for staters and look at this, a bath and a shower!’ You say excitedly. Yes you have a shower at home but the pressure terrible you couldn’t wait to try this one out. ‘I’m glad you like it, it is very nice’ Dmitri replies putting the bags down, he lays down on the bed and moans. Wait. What? You’re unsure if you heard that right but he does it again, it sounds fucking heavenly. ‘Y/N, this is the most comfortable bed I think I’ve ever felt. You must come try!’ Dmitri shouts to you in the bathroom. You make your way to the bed and see Dmitri laid in the end of it, arms stretched up behind him. You plop on the edge and lay down, not too close to Dmitri though. You can’t help but let out a small moan too. You cough to cover it but Dmitri heard you. He would do anything to hear it again. This damn bed was magic. Making you both moan as soon as you lay. What they hell was going on? ‘I have to agree. This is much comfier than my bed at home’ you say stretching your arms up sinking more into the bed. You close your eyes and just relax for a minute. Dmitri turns to you. He can’t help but stare at you. You truly are beautiful. You are beautiful just like your mother but you were a much more decent person. He watched the way your arms starched above your head causing your top to go tighter around you chest. He gulped at the sight of your chest constricted in that top. He’d give anything to take it off. He gulped nervously as he could feel something growing in his pants. You turn your head and open your eyes to see Dmitri staring at you. Your cheeks blush once again as did Dmitri’s. For a minute you both just stare into one another’s eyes, like it’s the first time you’ve truly seen each other. Dmitri clears his throat and sits up. ‘So erm room service, sound good?’ He asks getting up looking for the menu. ‘Yeah sounds good’ you say sitting up. Dmitri finds the menu as sits down next to you so you can both look at it. Your heart beats quicker as you feel his clothed leg rest on your bare leg, shoulders bumping into one another. Neither of you move away. ‘So, see anything you’d like?’ Dmitri says looking at the menu. You haven’t even looked at the menu yet, just at him, you unconsciously bite your lower lip. Uh huh you think to yourself. ‘What would that be?’ Dmitri says looking up at you. Shit you spoken out loud. He is surprised to see you staring at him, my god that lip bite. He can’t help but think how sexy you look. You quickly look down at the menu. ‘Oh erm, the, the- pizza!’ You shout pointing to it. ‘Sound good, I’ll order two pizzas and some beers?’ Dmitri says standing up to order the food. ‘Sure, sounds great. I’m gonna have a shower quick, if, if that’s okay?’ You say standing up. ‘Of course’ he says smiling. ‘Cool cool, won’t be too long’ you say rushing to the bathroom.

You close the door behind you and rest your head on the door. My god woman calm the fuck down. What had gotten into you? I mean yes this is the first time you and Dmitri had been alone. And yes you’d always found him attractive but he’s married. Once again to your mother! Not that she deserved him anyway. You push all thought aside as you focus on your shower, yes the lovely shower. You strip out of your clothes and step into the shower. Already the warm water helps you calm, the pressure feels so good too. There’s shampoo and soap already in the shower compliments of the hotel. You begin to massage to shampoo into your hair. It smells like roses and driftwood, very pretty. The smell of driftwood lingers more and your minds brought back to Dmitri. He smells of driftwood sometimes. You can help but think of him whilst you wash the shampoo out. You think of him in the shower washing your hair for you. You think he’d be gentle, washing it throughly making sure all the bubbles were gone. After your hairs all clean you begin to wash your body. You think of Dmitri and how he’d help you. Starting at the top working his way down. His hands lathering you in bubbles. Cleaning everywhere. Not missing a spot. Him going down on his knees in front of you, looking up at you with those deep blue eyes. Kisses on your inner thighs, him moving them apart so he can look at your bare. The water running down his body, his hair. He didn’t care. He was face to face with your bare beautiful pussy. You think about his lips. How they’d kiss your clit. How his tongue slowly click a stipe across your- ‘Y/N?’ Dmitri voice comes with a a knock on there other side of the door. You quickly open your eyes to find your hand has wondered down to your throbbing core, you hadn’t even realised what had happened. ‘Erm, yeah?’ You shout back quickly removing you hand. ‘Foods here’ Dmitri says. ‘Already? That was quick!’ You shout back washing the remaining bubbles. ‘You’ve been gone twenty minutes’ Dmitri days. ‘Oh shit, sorry, getting out now!’ You say turning off the shower. Your imagination got the better of you, how the hell were you suppose to face your step dad again after those intrusive thoughts? You get out the shower and wrap the towel around your body.

‘Oh fuck’ you mumble. With hurrying to get to the bathroom you’d forgotten your pyjamas. Wait. Fuck. You were in a rush you pack your bag you’ve just realised you didn’t actually pack any. There’s nothing you can do other than go out. You look in the mirror and take a deep breath before you open the door, you poke your head out and see Dmitri bent down in front of the TV flicking through the channels. You step out and approach the room. Dmitri hears you as he continues looking for something, ‘anything you enjoy watching most?’ He asks. ‘I don’t mind, erm, do. Do you have any pjs or something?’ You ask holding your towel tightly around your body. ‘Pjs?’ Dmitri says turning around to you. Fuck. Dmitri stands up straight and is taken back by seeing you just in that small towel. Hair wet running down your shoulders, towel hugged tightly around you so he could see your curves, the end of the towel resting on your wet thighs, he could see your nipples sticking through the thin fabric of the towel. Shit. He was done for. He gulped as he looked at your body up and down, he could not help it. ‘Dmitri?’ You say feeling very flustered. The way he’s looking at you gives you tingling feeling through out your body. ‘Hmm? Sorry. Pjs right. Erm, I don’t own any. However I have a spare shirt?’ He suggests pointing to his bag. ‘Yes please. Thanks’ you reply moving to grab his bag. You lean down a little to pick it up from the bed. Your towel rides up, your bare ass is out. Dmitri can help but look. He lets out a small moan at the sight of your ass. It looks even better than he thought. The moan doesn’t go unnoticed by you. You turn around shirt in hand. You can see Dmitri’s face is full of lust and excitement. You can’t help but bite your lip again. You don’t know what comes over you. If it’s the long looks. The touches here and there. Or just because you and him are finally alone but you decide fuck it. You walk towards him slowly until you stop right in front of him. You look right into his eyes tossing the shirt down. He watches it land down on the floor. Without saying any words your hands unwrap the towel around you, you drop it to the floor. Your heart races faster than it ever has

Dmitri does not say a word as he sees the towel drop to the floor. His eyes dart down to your bare body. It’s even more magnificent than he imagined. Dmitri falls to his knees in front of you, you’re unsure what he is doing. He picks up the towel and lifts it, ‘I think you dropped this?’ He says throwing it across the room. You watch as it darts across the floor, Dmitri’s hands make your head turn back. You feel his hands stroking the back of your legs up and down slowly sending goosebumps through your body. His hands stop when they meet your ass, he squeezes your cheeks causing you to gasp. You look down at him to see him smirking up at you. He leans in closer as presses his lips onto your stomach. He kisses along your hip bones, you can already feel yourself becoming wet. ‘Fuck’ you whisper. ‘Y/N, you have such a beautiful body’ Dmitri praises as his lips trail down lower. ‘So perfect. In every way’ he continues praising you as you feel his lips move down to the top of your thighs. ‘Such a pretty girl’ he says as he places a kiss on the part of your thigh that is right next to your thobbing core. You whimper as the almost contact. He looks up at you again with those deep blue eyes as he stops his face in front of your pussy. Looking like how you pictured him in the shower, only this time it’s really happening. He places a kiss on the top of your pussy. You can’t help but squirm as you need more. ‘Please Dmitri’ you whine. ‘Please what baby? Tell me what you want’ Dmitri says digging his fingers into your ass more. The new nickname baby melts you heart. ‘Please. Touch me’ you beg pathetically. You don’t care though. You need him to touch you. Dmitri doesn’t use his words to answer. His hand leave your ass and make there way to your pussy. He opens up your dripping wet lips. ‘ебать’ (fuck) he mutters under his breath. You moan loudly as you feel his tongue lick your wetness from your hole to your clit. Your body jolts at his movement, you hand moving to his hair to pull it. He moans as you tug his hair. He licks you again, agonisingly slow. Your body struggles to stand as his tongue licks up and down. ‘Need, need to lay’ you moan out. Dmitri gives one last long lick before standing up and walking to the bed. He lays down on his back, you look at him confused. ‘You said lay down no? Come here Y/N. I want you to sit on my face’ he says in a seductive tone. Fuck. You make your way over quickly not caring how desperate you look. You crawl onto the bed till you stop at his face. You swing a leg over so it’s on the top of his shoulder as you line your pussy up to his mouth. ‘так красиво’ (so beautiful) Dmitri says as you sit on him. You don’t know what he is saying but it turns you on even more.

Dmitri doesn’t waste another second, his tongue immediately finds your clit with no problem. He starts off slowly licking a figure if eight on your throbbing bud. You feel yourself becoming more and more wet, you’ve never been turned on so quickly. His moustache tickles you a little but you don’t mind, it’s a reminder of who is under you. You’re a moaning mess on top of Dmitri, his tongue picks up speed as his lips latch onto your clit and he begins to suck the tender skin. ‘Fuck’ you moan throwing your head back. You reach your hand out behind you and make your way down to Dmitri’s jeans. Your stop when you find his button and zip. You fumble around trying to undo it but can not. ‘Undo these, need, need to touch you’ you moan as Dmitri’s tongue circles your clit. Dmitri’s hands wonder down undoing his zipper and button. Your hand wonders back down as you meet the waistband of his boxers. You move your hand under and slowly graze the head of Dmitri’s cock. You move the pre-cum on his tip slowly. Dmitri moans in your pussy as he feels you touching him. The extra vibrations cause you to buck your hips into him. ‘Fuck Dmitri!’ You moan as you carry one moving your hips. Dmitri detaches his lips and looks up to you, ‘Ride my face baby’ he says before going straight back in, his tongue flat licking you up and down. You do as he says as you start to ride his face. You let go of his cock so you can balance yourself. His tongue feels so fucking good as you move back and forth on it, his moustache brushes past you clit from time to time causing you to moan loudly. The noises you were making anyone walking past would most definitely hear you but you didn’t care. This is what you’ve been craving for so long without even knowing. Your hands come to your breasts as you start playing with your nipples as you can feel that familiar feeling creeping up on you. You begin to move faster on Dmitri’s face as you ride his tongue. ‘Fuckfuck’ you moan. ‘Gonna, gonna - cum!’ You scream out as you feel yourself letting go and coming on Dmitri’s tongue, it’s the most intense and best orgasm you’ve had. Dmitri licks up all your cum as you slow down on him, you finally stop to catch your breath. Dmitri can’t help but give you small kitten licks. ‘Too, too much’ you say whimpering. After catching your breath you move one legs off Dmitri and fall back into the bed on your back. You’ve never had an orgasm that intense before, you feel a bit dizzy. Dmitri shifts so he is laying next to you, still fully clothed. He props himself up on his elbow as he moves your hair from your face tucking it behind your ear. You look up to him seeing his pupils so blown as he looks at you so lovingly. You can see his moustache, lips and chin are wet from you, it turns you on even more

You pull him by his top and bring him in for a much needed kiss. His lips are soft and just how you imagined. He’s gentle at first, taking his time. He does not to forget your first kiss anytime soon. He hopes it is not the last. As you kiss more it becomes more passionate, your hands start to roam his body, tugging his top for him to take it off. Dmitri breaks the kiss to pull his top off. He also finally takes off his jeans properly and his boxers. Now he is fully naked with you. You can’t help but admire his body. He looks fucking good. Nice toned body, little bit of hair leading down to…wow. His cock. It was big. You’ve not seen many but out of them all his is definitely the best looking one you’d seen. Dmitri sees you at looking him with fuck me eyes, he can’t help but feel smug. ‘Like what you see мой дорогой? (My dear) he asks smiling. You look up to meet his eyes, nodding and biting you lip. You open up your legs to invite him in. You see Dmitri’s cock twitch at the sight of your open legs. ‘Fuck me Dmitri’ you say propping into your elbows. Dmitri can’t move fast enough. His body pressed again yours, chest to chest. You bring your hands around his neck bringing him in for a kiss. Dmitri instantly takes control of the kiss, you open your mouth letting him enter his tongue. You can taste yourself still on him. The kiss becomes more sloppier and needier. You can feel Dmitri’s hard cock pressing on your stomach. You move your lips to kiss his neck, careful not to bite it no matter how much you want to. You hear Dmitri let out a low moan making you clench around nothing. ‘Please. Fuck me. Daddy.’ You say the last word with a smile on your face. Hearing you call him daddy makes Dmitri harder if that is possible.

Dmitri moves his hand down to toy with you sensitive clit. You moan at his back touch. ‘Such pretty noises from a pretty girl’ he says leaning down to kiss your neck. He finds the special spot instantly as he teeth latch on and suck it. You moan into him as your wrap your legs around his back pushing him closer. Dmitri lines up his cock to your pussy and slowly brings to insert it. You can’t wait, you move your feet and push down on his bum to push all his cock into you. ‘Fuck!’ You moan as Dmitri bottoms out. ‘So tight, ебать’ (fuck) Dmitri says as he fills you. His thrusts start off slow as he pumps himself in and out of you. You feel him reach places no one ever has. You know you’re not going to last long, Dmitri knows he’s not going to last long either. ‘Harder daddy’ you command as you dig your nails into his back. ‘My princess wants it harder does she?’ Dmitri says pulling all the way out before harshly pounding back in. ‘Fuck, yes!’ You moan, it stings a little but it feels too good for you to care. Dmitri starts pumping in and out of you hard and fast, you can hear how embarrassing wet you are for him. You moan in sync with one another and you feel your orgasm approaching. You clench around Dmitri making his cock twitch. ‘Fuckfuckfuck, gonna cum!’ You scream into Dmitri shoulder. ‘Cum Y/N. Cum on me’ Dmitri moans. You finally let go as your orgasm breaks. Your legs shake uncontrollably as you cum all around Dmitri’s cock. Dmitri is not far behind, you feel his cum fill your pussy up as he moans your name. There’s so much it begins to spill out of you but Dmitri doesn’t stop. It feels too fucking good to stop. Once Dmitri has done filling you up he lays in you still catching your breath. Your eyes meet and you both smile lovingly at one another. He leans down and kisses your lips, gently but with just as much passion. Dmitri slowly pulls out of you and let’s next to you, you feel his cum starting to pour out but are surprised when you feel Dmitri’s fingers pushing it back in, you moan as your still very sensitive and a little sore. ‘This. This is mine now. I can not let you go’ Dmitri says as his fingers push the cum in. Your stomach flutters at his words, demanding yet but sexy as hell. ‘I’m all yours daddy’ you say pushing his hand further up in you. He brings you in for another kiss

You don’t know what the future holds, you and your step dad had just crossed a big line. A big one. You’re both betrayed your mother. But neither one of you are thinking about that as Dmitri holds you in his arm tracing circles. Right here. Right now. This moment is perfect

#dmitri antonov fanfic #dmitri x reader #dmitri antonov x reader #hot daddy #dmitri antonov #dmitri stranger things #strangerthings #smut #stranger things smut #enzo x reader #enzo stranger things #dmitri stepdad #stranger things

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Loved the episode tonight.

Nearly cried at Miss Higgins and her son hugging, just about kept it together.

I know there are different opinions on May's bio mum but I'm glad that after they spoke and she heard how loved and confident May sounded she did what was best for her daughter and I have in my head that they do keep in touch with letters etc. as she grows up but we probably won't see that in the show.

Turnadette supporting each other. Patrick being realistic that May wasn't theirs yet, their hand holding during the call and the half hug at the end.

Sister Julienne was fantastic. Immediately saving Trixie from the fire and helping Joyce with her deadbeat ex-husband.

Joyce's teeth suck noise(can't find the correct word) is great and the ladies cheering her on.🥰

Also Reggie with his speech at the end and the call back to how his storyline started.

Tim the sassy receptionist.🤭

Also love Sister Julienne winning mum of the year. Does that mean she gets the washing machine? Does Nonnatus have one or do they use the laundrette?

#call the midwife #turnadette #shelagh turner #patrick turner #sister julienne #miss higgins #Turner kids

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8 AU-gust: Robots and Androids- part 6

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7 [...]

Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: Android Steve Harrington, Wanted Criminal Eddie Munson, Words: 2416

Dustin charges his battery really slowly, checking the level every few hours, before finishing adjusting the other damages on his body.

The strange girl with the short hair is always with him, sometimes with the older man, sometimes with a younger boy who seems to be her twin.

“What do you dream about?”

“I don’t dream. Usually.”

“What did you dream about when you were off line?”

S.T.E.V.E. shakes his head “I don’t really know. I saw two people talking and I felt someone caressing my face and calling me a pretty boy.”

“You are pretty.”

He has no concept of beauty. He knows some things about perfect beauty and he knows that his features are quite pleasant for the most, but he is just a machine.

“Do you think I’m pretty?” she asks him.

He doesn’t know how to answer the question “I should say I do. That’s the polite thing to do. But I really don’t know. Are you pretty?” he asks back and she smiles.

“Mum says I am.”

“Then she is probably right and you are.”

“So if I say you are pretty I am right.”

She makes a very compelling argument.

“I think so. It seems logical.”

She looks at him with interest “How do you like the name Eddie gave you?”

“Stevie?”

She nods.

“It's similar to my own, so it’s not too bad I suppose. But I am an android, I shouldn’t have a proper name.”

“Why?”

“I’m an object. Giving names to things may get you more attached to a thing than it is safe to be.”

“My name is El. And I like it.”

“Nice to meet you El.” He replies, then he hears the familiar ping of the full battery “Could you disconnect me from the electricity?”

“I should call Dustin. I don’t want to break you.” She says and then she gets out of the repair room.

He hasn’t seen his captive since the moment they restarted him and he wasn’t at his best. That boy wants him offline and he is not surprised. Dustin explained to him that when he went offline his chip went offline too and he is not sure that he got online when they restarted him.

Somehow he is free and that thought is absolutely terrifying to him.

Free to do what?

He is still just an object.

“Always those heavy thoughts. Life is fun Stevie, you should enjoy it more.” The boy says checking the status of the battery “Well the battery is old but better than your own. It got charged almost to 80%, not bad uh?”

“Is it going to recharge with movement like my older one?” he asks, suddenly preoccupied with living a life connected to a plug.

“Of course. This was an emergency charge but if you keep moving around the movement should keep it charging.”

Stevie nods and thanks the boy that finally closes his chest and hides his interior behind metal plates and fake skin.

“I’m sorry. It’s going to scar. You could replace them in some big center.”

“I don’t have any money and that kind of repairs are not cheap. I’ll be good with some scars.”

“Scars are bitching.” The girl says with a little grin.

“Bitching.” He confirms even if he is not sure what it means.

When he finally gets up the first question he asks is where is his captive.

“He is still in the infirmary. Joyce wants to be sure that he is ok before discharging him. We had quite a night, you know?”

“I’m sorry for putting your lives in danger. You should have left me somewhere outside and let me explode.”

“We don’t do this kind of thing.”

“Human does.”

“Not this human, ok?” Dustin repeats, pointing at himself.

The android nods, even more confused. He knows perfectly well that Eddie would have done it. Maybe he even suggested it. He is not sure. The memories of the last night are confused and mixed with those dreams, or memories, or…

“I love you Steve. Now and forever.”

The android shakes his head, as he is trying to clear his mind.

What was that?

“Hey! Stevie? You ok?” Dustin his in front of him, his hands on his shoulder.

“What… what happened?”

“You freeze for a moment. It can happen. The new battery does not have the same voltage the old one had. You have to get used to it. Are you feeling any better?”

Feeling. All these humans keep talking about feelings but he has no feelings, no sensations, no emotions, he is just a code of zeros and ones and a lot of logic, how could they not understand that? Especially Dustin who seems to know so much about robotics and mechanics.

“Yes.” He replies, only to stop them from looking at him with such pity.

The boys smile and then help him to get off the metal table “I think Joyce would love to have her table back.” Dustin suggests. It’s not an order, but S.T.E.V.E. obey nevertheless.

He pushes the table to the infirmary, knocking at the door before entering, like a polite human being.

“Come in.” The woman calls and when he opens the door he sees his captive still in bed with a drip in his arm and a very annoyed expression.

“Stevie. How nice to see you. Are you feeling any better? Thank you for bringing back my table. I really appreciate it.”

“Thank you for not letting me explode and kill everyone.” He replies and the smile on the woman falters for a moment.

Maybe it was not the most proper thing to say, but that’s what he thinks. Even if he is not sure if he can really think or it’s just an idea that someone else put in his head.

He looks at Eddie.

“Dustin told me that my chip went off line. So probably the Central thinks that I am dead.”

“Are you going to let me finally go?” the human asks with a grin.

“I can’t. You are a murderer and I can leave a murderer free to go where he wants.”

Eddie sighs “It seemed too good to be true.”

S.T.E.V.E. is confused “You are a criminal. You killed people and destroyed androids. Why should I free you? I know that you’ll go back to doing the same thing you were doing before and my purpose is to stop violence.”

“Oh. That’s your purpose metal can? I thought it was to make pressure on the poor guys like me. Listen, I already told you, I didn’t kill anyone. Vecna screwed me. Ok? I didn’t do it! I would have never! I loved Chrissy, ok? Yeah, I broke some metal cans like you, and I don’t regret it in the latest, but I didn’t kill any humans. Never! That’s not my mission.”

“And which one is your mission?”

“Free the world from the androids like you.”

The android looks at him perplexed “Why?”

“Why?! Are you asking me why?!”

The android nods “We help you do the jobs you don’t want to. We obey you. We can’t revolt against you. Why do you hate us? What have we done to you?”

“Don't act like you don’t know it! Your species kills us! We are going to get extinct and you are going to rule the galaxy!”

“Why should we? I mean, our only purpose in life is to serve. Every android is just a servant to a human. You can’t order me because you are a criminal, but if anyone else in this outpost should order me to do something I would do it. No question asks. Do you think I have never seen other androids break themselves because some annoyed human asked them to in some twisted way? Do you think I have never seen androids used as fuck toys? Or nannies. Or whatever humans needed or didn’t want to do? We are just object. Toys if you like, we just do what you order us.”

“Are you really saying to me that if I order you to make yourself explode you will?”

“No.. I will not. I told you. You are a criminal, that’s overrule the other rules. But if Joyce asked me to, I would have to if…” shit. He almost told me too much.

“If what…?”

He can’t lie to humans. Not even to criminals. And the question is too clear to avoid it “If I don’t find a way to overrule the order.” He replies, his plastic eyes fixed in Eddie’s.

“So you can overrule the laws.”

“No. I can’t overrule them. I can… I can find space to bend them. Sometimes. If the order is not too clear or too specific. But if it is, I can’t. I have to obey. If someone orders me to let me explode to save their cat I would have to do it.”

“Do it. Explode yourself.”

“How many times do I have to remind you that you are a criminal? Only legal citizens can order me around. Not you. Sorry.”

Eddie bursts out into laughter “Are you saying to me that you are sorry that you can’t make yourself explode if I ask you too?”

“As I told you, I’m just a servant to human beings.”

Joyce gets between the two “This conversation is really fascinating but I think that my patient needs some rest. Why don’t you ask Hopper if he needs any help. He is in the kitchen.”

He could elude this request, it’s not an order or a command, but everyone was nice to him and he has no motivation not to do it, so he nods and leaves the room.

He finds Hopper following the man complaining. The man is in a big room… cooking?

“Are you cooking?”

The man turns around. If androids could laugh he would. The man has an apron on and is mixing something in a big pot.

“I’m doing my best with the ration that we have. Thank god androids don’t eat. Less mouths to feed.”

A few times he tried to eat, a very stupid thing to do, but when he was young sometimes he forgot that he was just an object.

“Do you need any help?”

“Can you cook?”

“I don't, but I can download all the information that I need. Would you like that?”

“Yes, please. Try to find what we can cook with some freeze-dried carrots and canned meat.

S.T.E.V.E. closes his eyes and when he opens them he knows what to do. He manages to transform the meat into some kind of meatloaf and he makes a side plate with the freeze-dried carrots.

“God, I never thought about that. Asking an android to cook. I thought that you were specialized on some things and knew nothing of the rest.”

“That’s true but incorrect. I’m a hunter, I know everything about hunts, fights and war, but I can expand my knowledge if needed.” He stops and then he decides to ask a question “I know that androids should never ask questions but I have got one. Can I ask you?”

“Can I decide if I want to answer or not?” Hopper asks.

“You are a human. You can always decide. You have no Robotic Law to follow.” God, these humans are so silly. He really can’t understand how they managed to survive to that moment.

“Shoot.”

He lifts his index and shoots against the wall.

“What the fuck!” the man screams and suddenly all the other humans are in the kitchen. Joyce has a big rifle in her hands.

“What happened?” she inquires, looking at the android smoking gun that slowly transforms back into a finger.

“He asked me to shoot.”

“He did what?!”

“That’s not what I mean! He asked me if he could ask me a question and I said s… ask.”

“You said shoot. That was an order.” An order that he has obeyed so many times that it’s almost an automatism to him.

“It’s a figure of speech! It’s not… ok… sorry… my fault… I’ll try to be more specific when I talk with you but put away your… finger. And don’t shoot anyone!”

“Is that an order?”

“It’s an order. Don’t shoot. To anyone. And in any case not here! Ok?”

S.T.E.V.E. nods, then he points to the food “You can eat if you want.”

“Did you cook all of that?” Dustin asks, surprised.

“No, I can’t cook. The stove did it. I just put together the ingredients.” Jesus, these humans are really stupid, aren’t they?

“What was your question?” Hopper asks again and the android SHRUGS.

“It’s not important. Enjoy your meal.”

He leaves the room, the question still burning in his mind: why do you hate us if you are the one that made us?

***

The night in the desert is beautiful as always.

The air is cold and the stars are bright. He has downloaded a map of the stars of the planet just to know what he is looking at. He loves looking at the stars. He always did. He knows that somewhere, above him, there are still fights, wars and blood, but when the night is silent he can imagine that he is somewhere else. With someone else.

He keeps hearing a voice in his mind. A voice he doesn’t know but that he misses. How can he miss something that he has never known?

“They are beautiful, aren’t they?”

Stars. Planet. Galaxies.

He had wished for years to leave and he never could. Now he is free from his duty, more or less, but still a slave of the robotic laws. He could never travel around and hide himself with the other humans.

He must be identifiable. And with the new scars on his abdomen…

“You don’t have to follow the robotics laws if you don’t want to. Not here.” Joyce says, sitting next to him with a cup of tea in her hands.

“They are in my code.”

“Codex can be modified. You know that.”

“What am I if I don’t follow the robotic laws?”

Joyce smiles at him “You are really special.” she states, then she looks at the stars “Tell me what you know.” and S.T.E.V.E. starts to point at the stars and the planets that the woman can’t see.

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The Nightshade Sisters Philosopher’s Stone: Chapter One- Heading to Hogwarts

Warnings- dead mom, abusive dad, raised by aunt uncles and godparents, death eaters, Voldemort, violence and murder, Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, all other Harry Potter stuff

Let me know if there’s anything else!

“Hurry, we’re going to be late!” A girl with long, wavy, light brown hair yelled, running to Platform 9 3/4 holding her little sister’s hand.

“We’re not going to be late, just calm down.” A boy the same age as the girl replied, pushing a cart with all his stuff in it. “Let Rosie enjoy the experience. It’s her first time.”

“Oh really?” The older girl remarked. “I didn’t know that, thanks Ceddie.”

“Okay, okay,” a lady in her late 30s early 40s cut in. Her dark brown hair flowing down a little past her shoulders.” “You lot calm down. We’re almost there.”

The group walked up to the platform and stopped. “All right, you ready, Little Rose?” The boy asked, smiling down at the timid little girl with matching dark brown hair as the older lady.

“Is it scary?” The girl asked. “Walking through the platform.”

“No Rosie,” the older girl said. “It’s going to be amazing! It’s brilliant!”

“Would it make you feel better if I grabbed your other hand?” The boy asked, The little girl, Rosie, nodded her head and held his hand in her other hand.

The group walked through and made it to the other end of the platform. “Blimey,” Rosie breathed.

“It was cool, wasn’t it?” The older girl asked.

“It was.” Rosie smiled.

“Loo, it’s the Weasley’s,” the older girl remarked. “Rosie, you remember the Weasley’s right?”

“Kinda, the red haired family right?”

“Yeah, that’s them.” The boy explained. “The twins are in the same year as me and Lacy.”

“Oi!” The older girl, Lacy, called. “Fred! George!”

Two red haired twins turned around and saw Lacy as she came running up to them.

“Lacy!” The smiled in unison, as they all three hugged.

“Lacy dear,” a plump lady with red hair smiled, as the three pulled away. “How are you? How was your summer?”

“It was okay, Mrs. Weasley. How was yours?”

“It was well, thank you dearie.” The plump lady said, pulling Lacy into a big hug.

After a few seconds Mrs. Weasley let go and Lacy looked at the youngest red haired boy. “Ron, it’s your first year too, right?”

“Yes,” the boy replied.

“Brilliant! This is my little sister, Rosie,” Lacy explained, gesturing to her little sister, who was holding the boys hand. She had a shy smile on her face as she tried to hide behind him. “Rosie, this is Ron, the twins little brother. He’s in the same year as you.”

“Hi,” the youngest boy smiled.

“Okay, you lot better get going on the train,” the lady with dark brown hair smiled.

“Right. Bye, Aunt Joyce.” Lacy let out, hugging the lady.

“Now you two,” Mrs. Weasley ordered, looking at the twins. “This year, you behave yourselves. If I get one more owl telling me that you’ve — you’ve blown up a toilet or —“

“Blown up a toilet?” George asked. “We’ve never blown up a toilet.”

“Great idea though,” Fred remarked. “Thanks Mum.”

“It’s not funny!” Mrs. Weasley stated, as Lacy walked up to the twins. “Lacy dear, keep an eye on them this year.”

“I always do, Mrs. Weasley.” Lacy smiled. “I’ll do my best to keep them out of trouble this year.”

“You’re a dear, Lacy. Now boys, Lacy has her own little sister to look after this year, so I expect to not get her in trouble. And do look after Ron.”

“Don’t worry Mum,” Fred smiled. “We won’t get Lace into too much trouble.”

“Yeah,” George agreed. “And ickle Ronniekins is save with us.”

“Shut up.” Ron said.

“Okay, my kids,” Joyce called out. “I need to get going.”

“No, don’t go!” Rosie cried, hugging her tight.

“Hey, don’t worry, Rosie,” Joyce whispered softly, crouching down to be eye level with the little girl. “Hogwarts is going to be amazing. You’re going to have so much fun, and you’ll have Lacy and Cedric to look out for you, no matter what house you’re in, okay?”

“Okay. I’ll write to you every day!”

“I know you will. Uncle Remus and I will love to hear from you. Try to make some friends okay? I love you.”

“I love you too,” Rosie let out, pulling away from her aunt as she stood up.

“Don’t worry Little Rose.” Cedric called, picking her up in his arms. “We’ll look out for you, and help you make friends. These are going to be the best years of your life!”

“Bye, Aunt Joyce,” Lacy smiled, hugging her aunt.

“Bye Lace. Look out for your sister, and take care of her, okay.”

“I will. You take care of yourself too, okay? It’s been a hard year for all of us, but I can’t imagine how hard it’s been for you. I’m always here if you need to talk.”

“I know, Lace. You’re so sweet. Now, I know you have Cedric and the twins, but if Rosie ever needs to talk about it, please be there for her.”

“I always will be there for her.”

“I love you. You should have never have had to gone through all of this.”

“Neither should you. I love you, Aunt Joyce.”

“I love you too, Lace.”

“We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes time,” a voice echoed through the train. “Please leave your luggage on the train, it will be taken to the school separately.”

Rosie’s heart started racing, and her hands started shaking as she held her breath. She was sitting next to Cedric and Lacy and instantly grabbed their hands in hers.

“Hey, Rosie, it’s going to be okay,” Lacy reassured, looking down at her terrified little sister. “Just think, Uncle Remus did this, and Aunt Joyce did this once, and so did Uncle Tim. If they hadn’t, they wouldn’t have met.”

“And so did my parents,” Cedric smiled. “And if it was t for Hogwarts, my dad and your aunt wouldn’t have met and become best friends, and you and Lacy, along with Hannah and Emma wouldn’t be my Godsisters.”

“I’m scared,” Rosie breathed. “What if I’m not in Hufflepuff? Then I won’t know anyone.”

“You’ll make friends,” Lacy assured her. “Did you bring your book?”

“Yeah.”

“Then just read that whenever you need to. And Cedie and I will always be there.”

The train came to a stop and Rosie squeezed there hands. “It’s going to be okay, Little Rose.”

“Would it help if she was with Ron?” Fred through out.

“That would be amazing, Freddie,” Lacy smiled, looking across the compartment at him. “Do you know where he is?”

“He should just be in the compartment next to us, with Harry Potter,” George explained.

Lacy looked at Cedric with a sad look, and he gave her a knowing look back, as Rosie started shaking more, tears coming to her face.

“Could you to go get Ron?” Lacy asked as Cedric hugged Rosie. “We’ll meet you right outside.”

“Of course,” George agreed, leaving the compartment. Fred got up, but looked at Lacy with a concerned look. “Come on Freddie, let’s leave them be.”

Fred nodded and walked out with George. Lacy watched watched them close the door then joined the hug. “Hey, what’s wrong?” She asked.

“I’m scared,” Rosie sobbed.

“I know, I know. But it’s going to be amazing.”

“I don’t want to leave you two.”

“Oh, Little Rose, you’re not leaving us,” Cedric explained. “You just have to go see what house you’re in.”

“I’m scared. What if I’m not in Hufflepuff…”

“It’ll be okay. You’ll make friends, Rosie.”

“But I don’t want people to pity me,” Rosie cried into Cedric’s chest. Lacy let out a breath as she looked at Cedric, tears forming in her eyes.

Cedric gave Lacy a weak smile as he tightened his grip on Rosie. “Hey, they won’t, Little Rose. And if they do, just come tell me, and I’ll take care of them.”

“Really?” Rosie asked, looking up at him.

“Really.”

“And so will me and the twins.” Lacy added. “We love you, Rosie, and so many others are going to as well.”

“I love you guys,” Rosie let out, hugging them again.

“We love you too, Little Rose.”

The three pulled apart from the hug and stood up. “You ready?” Lacy asked.

“Yeah.” Rosie nodded.

The three walked out and met up with the twins, Ron, and Harry. “Firs’ years!” A big man yelled. “Firs’ years over here!”

Ron and Harry started walking off, but Rosie grabbed Lacy’s hand. “Hey, it’s going to be okay.” Lacy let out, crouching down to be level with her. “Cedie and I are going to be here for you no matter what house you’re in.”

“I love you,” Rosie breathed, hugging Lacy.

“I love you too,” Lacy breathed, kissing her head. “Now, I’ll see you in just a little bit. You’re going to do great!”

Rosie smiled, and walked off with Harry and Ron.

Lacy watched as Rosie walked away, sipping a tear from her face.

“Hey, it’ll be okay, Lace,” Fred let out, grabbing her hand.

“Thanks, Freddie,” Lacy smiled. “I’m just worried about her. She’s always been a shy girl, but it got worse after our uncle died.”

“She’ll be okay, Lace,” Cedric cut in. “She’s strong, a lot like your aunt.”

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