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deanscroissant · 11 months

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yearning for your love (pat murray x gender!neutral reader)

requested by: @lizardaddams

a/n: i’m literally so sorry that this took me since FEBRUARY to finish?? but honestly thank you for understanding why it took so long. anywho, i hope whoever reads this enjoys it!

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warnings: cussing, fluff

Studying abroad was one of the best experiences of your life. You were majoring in Language Studies in Barcelona to become a Translator & Interpreter. You have a passion for traveling, so you figured going that route was your best choice. But your boyfriend (Mr. 'Uptight' Pat Murray) was concerned about you going abroad. You two had been dating for a year, and when you decided to study abroad for the summer, Pat was devastated. He was sick to his stomach when you told him. He was furious at first, but when you explained to him how important this was for you, he changed his heart.

The day you left was emotional--especially for your family, friends, and Pat. Maintaining a distance relationship for three months while balancing school was hard for you. But somehow, you two were still going strong. It made your relationship more robust than ever.

It was now August, and classes ended in two days. You had just finished your last exam for the semester and couldn't wait to jump back on the plane to see your loved ones. Your friends and family knew you were returning today, but Pat was out of the loop. He knew you weren't coming back until the end of the month. You begged everyone not to tell him anything because you wanted to surprise him at the game. Pat talked about this game for the past couple of weeks and wants you here today to hear your voice in the crowd cheering him and his team on. The guys were also disappointed that you couldn't make it to be their cheerleader. Your support always gave him the most incredible luck (as he would say), but he or the team weren't doing so hot without you here. He texted you that a few minutes after you got off the plane. He tried to be discreet because the guys didn't know you were dating. It wasn't like you two were hiding it from them. You just felt there was no need to unless someone asked you if you were in a relationship. With Pat, he doesn't let anyone know his business unless he's cool with them. He'll tell the guys or whenever you decide to say it to them.

While waiting for your reply, Pat was daydreaming on his phone when Vinnie popped up behind his shoulder, startling the redhead. "The fuck, Vinnie?!"

"Who are you texting there, bud?" He asked before reaching to grab his phone but failed when Pat snatched it away before he could. "Piss off, Vin." He sneered, rolling his eyes as he put his phone back in his sports bag.

"Now you know I can't do that, Pat." Vinnie pouted jokingly, sitting down next to him. "Are you cheating on me?"

Pat tried to ignore Vinnie by focusing on the game, but when he glanced back at him, he cracked a smile. Vinnie hollered excitedly at the action, glad he could still make his friend smile at his shenanigans. As Vinnie walked away to annoy someone else, Pat turned his attention back to the bleachers to find you, only to feel another hit of sadness--forgetting that you were on the other side of the world. He was getting ready to grab his phone again when Ty returned to the dugout. "Murray, you're up!"

It felt like you would never make it to his game, which was pissing you off as time passed. You were waiting for your taxi to show up. Your parents had called one for you an hour ago, but you gave them hell once they showed up late. You weren't usually this rude and cranky, but only having one meal and 2 hours of sleep made you this way. Plane rides made you extremely nervous, especially how you were going to surprise Pat. But that plan was ruined when you just knew there wouldn't be any time left to do so.

You wanted to fight the cab driver once he got to the field. However, it was apparent that the game had ended, and the D-Backs had won. You threw your faire on the front seat and grabbed your things before hastily leaving the car. Searching the crowd for Pat, you instantly spotted him. He was so happy that it made you smile and forget about the hell you went through the past few hours. Unfortunately, you didn't realize Pat's dad was standing beside you to greet you. You kind of just blocked him out, and without thinking, you hopped over the fence and booked it toward him. "PAT!" you shouted.

He was hugging Zapata as you were getting closer. His voice was astronomically loud, and you could hear his conversation, "I'm sorry I threw that so hard! I could have really hurt you!" but he stopped talking when he saw you approaching. He immediately shoved Zapata off him and ran to you, "Y/N!"

Once you two got close, you leaped onto him, wrapping your legs around his waist. Pat wrapped his arms around your waist, buried his face into your neck, and held you tight to him, caressing your head, back, and anywhere his hands could touch you. "Long time no see, honey." He said softly into your ear. You promised you were going to melt even faster in the blazing heat. They both had waited for this moment for so long and hoped that you wouldn't be separated like this again.

"I missed you so much, baby," you said once you pulled away to look at what you would call a beautiful face. Instead, you grabbed it between your hands and smashed your lips into his.

Palacco and Tree just so happened to turn around when they saw you two being intimate, which shocked the hell out of them. "Oh my..." Palacco gasped and looked at Tree, who had the same reaction. "Pat and Y/n are dating?!" Tree exclaimed.

Vinnie jumped and hooted before turning to Ty with his hand out, "Pay up, loser!"

Dells' eyebrows furrowed while watching you two. "How in the hell did we miss that?"

"I don't know," Ty said through gritted teeth as he handed Vinnie his last few bucks from his pocket. "But I'm going to murder them both!"

The guys agreed with Ty and marched over to you and Pat. You two were already laughing since you were the only one who could see them and told Pat what they were saying (because you're an expert at reading lips). You're going to have a ball listening to them harassing you both with a bunch of questions.

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joe-mazzello-archive · 2 years

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holy shit i've hit 1k!

a huge thank you to everyone who has supported this blog since i started it three years ago. whether you found me back in the days of borhap or you're a new follower who found me from my new eddie stuff, i appreciate you! i've met a lot of amazing people because of this blog and i'm extremely grateful.

so let's celebrate!

this friday, september 2 around 7pm CST, i'll be kicking off my 1k follower celebration! here's how you can participate:

☼ send me prompts!

send me a prompt from list one, list two, or list three (make sure to tell me which list) and a character! here are the characters i'll write for:

eddie munson (stranger things)

tom grant (make up)

adult tim murphy (jurassic park)

eugene sledge (the pacific)

pat murray (undrafted)

☼ send me asks!

send me whatever you want to talk about! tell me about your day, tell me about your latest obsession, tell me about your character hcs etc. feel free to ask me about my fics, my thoughts on various topics, my opinions on stuff, whatever you can think of.

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y'all know i love to nerd out about menswear, so send me some pics of celebs in menswear and i'll give my thoughts!

can't wait to celebrate with you guys!

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0blobthefish0 · 2 months

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Partygirl

leighton murray masterlist | main masterlist

Part 2

Leighton Murray x Female Reader 2,204 words

You take biochem with Bela and Whitney and you're never usually one to party, so when Bela finally convinces you, you find yourself letting go. Leighton can't help but keep an eye on you.

You let out another sigh as you fall onto your back in the middle of your friends' common room.

"We're gonna fail," you mumble, covering your face with your hands and slowly dragging them down before letting them slump against the floor with a thump.

"Stop, don't say that," Bela quickly scolds and you can't help but frown in defeat. You feel a gentle pat on your knee and groan. Biochem was going to be the death of you. "See? The thing just goes in this thing and that other.. thing comes out?" A half-suppressed - but lighthearted - laugh shot out of you and, in return, you felt a slap to your knee.

"Ow-uh," you pouted at Bela as you sat up to which she scrunched up her face and mocked you like a child. Your mouth fell agape at the sheer audacity of your friend and you felt for a pillow from behind you.

"Are you guys still studying for the exam?" You hear Whitney question and you begrudgingly release your hold on the pillow.

"Sadly," you and Bela reply in unison - which brings a grin to your faces.

"Ugh- it's no use though, I need to let off some steam." Silence fell of the room for a brief moment and then Bela turned to you with a glint in her eyes.

"I know what could help..." she smirked, but you were already shaking your head. You knew what she was going to say. She had brought it up so many times and each time you said the same thing.

"No, absolutely not," you waved her off as she began to creep closer.

"Oh come onnnnn," she whined her hands gripping onto your upper arm, "pleaseeeee? Just this once."

"I've been before, they're not that good," you replied and you felt Whitney sidle in next to you.

"But," she lightly paused, "have you been to one with us?" She combated with a sly smile. You shook your head in defeat.

"So you're going?" Bela asked loudly, causing Kimberly to emerge from her room.

"Yess.."

"Yes!"

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The four girls, Kimberly, Bela, Whitney and Leighton, stood in the middle of their common room - all dressed in accordance for the evening - and four shot glasses stood lined on the coffee table. A knock sounded and the four girls turned their heads toward the door, Bela ran over, her heels clacking against the floor.

"Quick!," she waved to one of the others, "pour a shot."

Leighton stood, brows furrowed as Kimberly quickly rushed to pour a shot, unaware of the incoming visitor. "Who's here?"

"Y/n!"

"Y/n? As in biochem Y/n?" Her question was answered as soon as the words left her mouth.

"Ayy! You actually came," Bela shouted and wrapped you in her arms. Leighton took a few moments to blink back her shock.

"Yeah, I wasn't gonna leave you hanging," you smiled shyly and looked up, your eyes locking onto Leighton's, just for a brief nanosecond but you felt as if you had been winded, before engaging with the others. As soon as you let go of Bela, Kimberly passed you a glass.

"We only have four, so it looks like you'll be taking the first one," Bela cheekily grinned. She watched as you wavered slightly. "I'll help you," she whispered and a smile pulled at the corners of your lips so she touched the bottom of the glass and pushed slightly over time as you guided it to your lips and threw back the first shot of the night. The girls erupted into cheer and your cheeks warmed as the liquor burned its way down your throat.

Leighton watched you intently as you were pulled into the middle of the room, the movement causing the skirt of your dress to ride and your hands quickly pulled the material down. You picked up the bottle and placed your shot glass down before pouring the liquor.

Once again, four shot glasses lined the table, only this time they were full. The four girls reached for their respective glasses and you swallowed a gasp as Leighton grabbed the glass you had just drank from. It was stupid, really; getting butterflies over sharing the same glass, but you couldn't help it. Your small crush on the blonde was sometimes all-consuming and it needed to end, for your own sake. Leighton would most likely find a one night stand tonight and you ultimately concluded that you would do the same.

"Okay, one," Bela began, "two," she pointed at the bottle in your hand and gestured for you to take a swig, "three!" Your lips met the lip of the bottle and you let the cold liquid fall into your mouth.

The four girls felt the instant rush of the first taste of alcohol and the excitement of what the evening could hold was nearly suffocating. However, Leighton couldn't help but look at you; she's never seen you like this, so eager to get drunk, and she can't tell if she should be worried or not. She shook the feeling off, you were your own person. If you wanted to get black-out drunk, then so be it.

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Loud music boomed through your very soul. Your brain felt as if it were vibrating in your own skull and your heart felt too big for your chest. But you found that you didn't mind. Bodies pushed up against you, the crowd moving as a collective body, swaying and jumping in time to the beat of the music.

You're the most drunk you've ever been, you're sure of it, and you find yourself being glad that it was the weekend. You feel so light and you throw your head back as you take another shot. The room starts to spin as you push a cup to your lips and you do your best to ignore it, just closing your eyes and giving in to the music, giving in to the feeling. There's a pair of hands on your hips, you aren't sure how long they've been there, but they grip onto you and you'll probably find finger-shaped bruises the next morning.

Leighton nurses on her red solo cup as she eyes you in the crowd. She's staring daggers at the boy behind you - the one with his hands on you - and she feels her jaw clench involuntarily. She can't help it. And she swallows painfully when she watches you lean back into him, your eyes fluttering closed. You're drunk. So drunk she's surprised you haven't toppled over yet.

Then his hands begin to roam.

At first dragging up towards your waist and pinching at your skin. He's so rough. Leighton can't help but point that out. His hands move back down toward the hem of your short skirt and push the fabric up, his hands resting on the skin of your thighs. There's a sharp tingling feeling in her fingertips and a lump begins to form in her throat and, before she knows it, she's pushing through the crowd to get to you.

"Okay that's- that's enough of that." She spits out at the boy as pushes a hand between the two of your bodies. She knows him, one of her brother's friends. And she feels sick to her stomach as you slump so easily into her side as she guides you away with a hand on your shoulder.

You stagger on your own feet as you cling onto Leighton's arm.

"Where're we goin'?" You mumble.

"Back to mine, I'm sure your roommate wouldn't be too happy if you came home now," Leighton explained as she unscrewed the lid to a bottle of water and pushed it toward you.

"You taking me home?" You smirk, taking the bottle, and she can hear the innuendo in your voice, causing her heart rate to pick up ever so slightly. She shakes her head with a smile on her face as she heads in the direction of her dorm.

You're uncharacteristically flirty. Something she wasn't prepared for by the way her stomach does flips and the grin on her face. It's cute. Seeing you like this. But she can't really understand you as she opens the door. You're babbling - something about your dress and the floor and her bed. She's glad you're as drunk as you are, otherwise you would have taken note of the deep blush covering the blonde's cheeks and the way goosebumps litter up her arms.

"Yknow?" You pause as you use her to keep your balance to slip off your heels - her hand finding your waist as yours rests on her shoulder so that you can stand on one leg.

"Know what?" Leighton questions softly, following you, as you pad over to her room and climb on top of her bed. You sit on your knees and reach out for her. You've misjudged the distance by quite a few centimetres and slip so fast Leighton feels her heart jump out of her throat as she catches your fall and pushes you back up. She lets out a nervous laugh as she stabilises you and your hands move to cup her face as you stare down at her.

"You're so pretty, you know that, right?" You smile softly as you search her eyes and she doesn't know what to say. "Your eyes and your face and your hair and your nose and your lips," you whisper as she sees your eyes flicker to her lips and she absentmindedly pushes her tongue out to wet them slightly.

You're drunk - she tells herself. You'd never say this if you weren't. Maybe you'd never even think it if you weren't. Your hands glide over her shoulders and then down her arms before grabbing onto her wrists. Leighton swallows a gasp as goosebumps rise in wake of your movements. She doesn't know what to do. Of course she's dealt with drunk people before and of course she's dealt with liking friends before. But it's you and this time liking a friend could actually amount to something. It didn't have to be some silly little fantasy, it could be something real.

No, she couldn't do that to herself. Not when you're currently pulling her into her own bed, which you are in. You not liking her in the way that she wants would be different; different because you're the first friend that she's liked who actually likes girls. You not liking her would be so much more personal.

"Where're you going?" You question her with furrowed brows as she tucks you into her bed.

"The couch," she mumbles in reply and you frown ever so slightly as you search her eyes.

"Aren't you staying?" You're so tired that words are hard to form and Leighton pauses as she racks her brain for an answer. For some reason there's a sharp pang in your heart and you lightly clear your throat before moving the duvet off of you. You go to say that you'll go sleep on the couch, but nothing leaves your mouth. Instead, Leighton pulls the duvet back over you and bids you goodnight.

"Leight.." you whisper just before she gets to the door and you stare at her for a moment, your pupils wide from the alcohol and your gaze hazy. "Please stay with me?"

Leighton tugs at her bottom lip with her teeth, but she's recently found that she can't say no to you.

"Okay," she whispers back and you quickly move to give her more room as she steps forward. She climbs into bed and you unashamedly make yourself comfortable - tugging the duvet over her as you snuggle into her side. It's a small bed, of course the two of you were going to be close, but you were practically holding her and your head rested on her chest. Her heart was pounding, so hard she could hear it in her own ears, and she hoped that you were still too drunk to notice.

You could hear it, of course you could, but, little does she know, it's the sound that you're falling asleep to.

Leighton lets out a light yawn, she hadn't realised how tired she was until she got into bed and before she knew it she found herself closing her eyes and falling asleep.

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Bela, Whitney and Kimberly fall into the dorm after struggling to open the door and push their uncomfortable shoes off as soon as possible. Whitney stops dead in her tracks when her eyes land on a mystery fourth pair of shoes. She points a finger at them and turns a head to her friends.

"Are those Y/n's?" Kimberly whispers, though not very well. Whitney's pointed finger moves up from your shoes to the closed bedroom door.

Bela's eyes go wide and she slaps Whitney's hand down before tiptoeing over to her shared room with Leighton. The two other girls followed closely behind. She pushes the door open and takes a few steps in. Wide grins fall onto all of their faces as they take in the sight.

Your head is still on Leighton's chest, but now her arms wrap around you protectively in your sleep.

"This is the cutest thing ever-"

"They didn't sleep together?"

#female reader #x reader #reader #reader insert #wlw #fluff #leighton murray x reader #the sex lives of college girls #leighton murray #Blob's fics

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sheisjoeschateau · 2 months

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"Oh, so we DO love Steve..." | PART II

ALRIGHT, SECOND PART IS OUT. NOT WAITING. hope u like :)

⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ SERIES MASTERLIST ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

Steve Harrington x Bauman!fem!reader || enemies to lovers trope.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION FOR MY WORK TO BE COPIED AND/OR REPOSTED ON HERE OR ANY OTHER PLATFORM, OR PUT INTO ANY AI PROGRAMS. THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG, MDNI.

An original fanfiction series, written by Misha St. James.

This isn't your first time meeting Steve Harrington.

You know him. And he knows you. Well, maybe. Who knows. You both run in completely different circles in high school.

While there's some very obvious tension amongst the love triangle (Nancy-Steve-Jonathan) you take a second to look over at the group of kids behind King Steve. There's a curly-haired kid wearing a cap, another kid sporting a bandana, and a redheaded girl. They give you sort of awkward waves, which you return with a tight-lipped grin.

"Sorry," Jonathan's suddenly saying. "Uh, you guys, this is umm -"

"Bauman," you interject. "Just...call me Bauman."

Steve is now looking at you, realizing. Recognizing. "Hey," he says. "Wait, aren't you in Click's class?"

You press your lips into a thin line, trying not to be totally off-put by him. And in truth, you weren't really. Steve had seemed less... douchey, since he started dating Nancy. You were grateful for that. No matter how doomed their relationship was, it seemed to help him get rid of his trash friends. God, Tommy H. and Carol and that Nicole girl were just toxic.

"Yeah," you said, reaching out a hand. "Nice to officially meet you."

Steve shook your hand, a bit sheepish. And still distracted with the fact that his girlfriend had shown up with Byers. Why was she with Byers? You felt yourself internally cringing, seeing how oblivious yet aware he was. It actually made you feel bad.

"I'm Dustin!"

You suddenly looked in the direction of a toothy-grinned kid smiling at you, and you couldn't help but grin back. "Hey, Dustin."

Lucas and Max introduced themselves, too. But then, you all heard sound coming from off in the distance. The lab.

So yeah, things took a pretty sharp turn from there. It's all kind of a blur, if you're being honest. Everyone began talking over each other, eventually gathering info as to exactly who you are and why you were here (at least the general just of it). They learned about Murray Bauman, and Steve's face just became more perplexed, the more that Nancy and Jonathan revealed what they had learned...together.

...yikes.

But the kids were also asking you a million questions, very curious about you. Max found you funny, finding you to have more cool-girl energy than Nancy, who just seemed too polished for her to know how to communicate with her.

Eventually, Nancy noticed the power back on at the lab and you all took off in that direction. Steve was arguing a lot with the kid named Dustin. Very brotherly. Low-key motherly. The toll gate wouldn't open, then suddenly it did open, and then next thing you know a car is racing towards you from the lab and it's got Jim Hopper at the steering wheel? He's throwing the door open, demanding all of you to get in.

As you all drive, you end up near the front of the car, squished between Steve and Dustin.

"Bauman."

You look over at Jim, surprised. But he's looking at you in the rearview with all-knowing eyes. "You're Murray's niece."

You nod. "Yeah. Jim Hopper, right?"

Jim reaches back to pat your knee, eyes on the road and still shaken up from whatever the hell they just escaped. "M'sorry, kid. Your uncle's been getting shit from me. I know he sent you. M'really sorry. I'll make it right with him after all this, alright? Promise."

You just nod, knowing there's really no time for any of that right now. Since you got in the car, you haven't even had time to notice how there is a woman (clearly Joyce Byers) in pure distress, along with another kid in tow and the limp body of another child that she's holding. Jonathan is reaching for him, riddled with worry. Is that Will?

Once you all make it back to the Byers residence, it's tense. Really fucking tense. Jonathan is knelt in front of the couch, voicing his regrets out loud as he stares at his brother's limp form. Nancy stands behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder. You're on the opposite side of the room, leaned against the wall.

Which is why you notice that behind Hopper, who's yelling into the wall phone, Steve. He looks...devastated. Hurt. Heartbroken.

...fuck, he looks heartbroken.

He walks past you, pinching his nose and sniffing once. He looks like he's really fighting off some emotion, escaping to another room. It makes you think about everything that went down at your uncle's bunker, and how maybe it was funny there...but it isn't here. Not now, seeing that this guy actually has some intense feeling for Nancy Wheeler. Intense love for her. Real love.

...but Nancy doesn't feel that same intense love for him.

...oh god, that's messy.

But all hell is breaking loose before you can linger on that for much longer. Suddenly, you're all devising a plan. It has something to do with dungeons and dragons, and Will being possessed, and getting him in a room that whatever monster is inside of him won't recognize. The you're all deciphering Morse Code, and it's a whirlwind from there.

And then you're all holding weapons, bracing fore an attack...when some young girl walks in. Who you come to learn is the infamous Eleven. Her hair grew back, and she looks ready to join a punk band.

Pretty bitchin' look, you gotta admit.

The kids introduce her to you, and she gives you a shy smile. Then you're all splitting up into groups, and you catch a brief exchange between Nancy and Steve. He's saying something to her about going with Jonathan, and it makes you tense for Nancy. You can't even imagine how she must feel, knowing that he sees it.

And honestly, the way that Steve talks is...so not King Steve. It's uncharacteristically mature. Secure, and assuring. Not that of the teen heartthrob and bad boy you've been going to school with. And when Nancy does go off with Jonathan, you see Harrington's heart shatter into a million pieces with just the look in his eyes.

You feel bad. You suddenly feel really bad.

But also, he had to have seen this coming. Right? Jonathan Byers was a good, decent guy, who'd been there for Nancy all throughout the hell of last year. Steve had come around, finally. But by then, the trauma bond between Byers and Wheeler was irreversible. There's no changing that.

But damn, unrequited love sucks.

You knew was rejection felt like, and you wouldn't wish it on anyone. Not even your worst enemy.

Out of guilt, you make some conversation with Steve. Given it's just the two of you with the kids left at the house, needing to wait things out, you both easily make conversation. It's a bit awkward at first, but oddly it finds flow pretty easily. Steve's still got his charm, although it's a little more grounded than before. It isn't forced, or laced with popular-kid attitude. That's refreshing.

As you both end up listening to the kids like the only two parental figures around, then end up having to fight off that psycho new kid at school named Billy Hargrove (who's actually Max's stepbrother?!) and patch up Steve's very beaten and battered face which somehow still looks pretty, annnnd wind up in a tunnel full of creatures (demo dogs? is that what Dustin called them?), then somehow survive all of that shit... you and Steve become pretty bonded, pretty quickly.

And when the worst of it is seemingly over, you end up helping Eleven get ready for the Snowball -- dropping her off with Hopper. He's grateful for your help, and after making amends with your uncle you two have gotten to know each other well, too. He likes you, appreciating your mature sense of self.

Joyce adores you already, being the kind-natured and loving mama-bear that she is.

And El? Well, she loves you. You're like a cool older sister figure of sorts.

You and Steve run into each other when dropping off the kiddos at the Snowball, making conversation about how crazy everything was. You talk about other things, too. Just mundane things, bouncing off each other well. But when Steve notices Nancy inside, he gets that sad puppy-dog look in his eyes again. Then, Jonathan's coming out of the dance with a camera. He clearly was the designated photographer for the night.

And he clearly has captured Nancy Wheeler's heart.

One night, after Jonathan and Nancy have started going steady and you're all on summer break, you're all over at the Henderson's house watching the kids. The adults are there, too, since Mrs. Henderson is out working overnight. Murray is pouring up drinks for the adults and teens, much to Joyce's disapproval. But he just goes about his business, clinking glasses. Hopper honestly looks like he could really use a fucking drink. Or 5.

You, Steve, Nancy and Jonathan all toast, happily. Chatting. Laughing. Making light of things.

...but that ends up being pretty short-lived.

Before you know it, you're in the kitchen helping clean up while Joyce gets the kids in bed and Hopper is on the couch slurring with your uncle. Steve had offered to help you, but Dustin insisted that he come see something in his room before they all went to bed. Nancy has left with Mike and Max, while Lucas is staying the night.

Welp. Jonathan walks in, drunk, telling you thank you.

It's sloppy, and it would be funny except for the fact that he is talking so fucking loud. He's just thanking you, and then Murray, over and over -- "...for meddling with'm love life because now, I'm dating th'most beautifurrrl girl in Hawkins. N'if'it weren't for y'two...I'd still'b pining o'r h-her."

...annnnd then he’s blabbering on about how you let him and Nancy take the bed. “Well’lmost… ha, w-we ended urp…takin’th…couch. Whischhh…you tol’us you’w’d…toHaLLy tAkE’stead.” Then he’s snickering, drunkenly. “Cuz’you toooootally wanted us to doooo itttt. Schhhhhhayin that — m’not the safe one. That’m — I’m the one’th Nannnncy l-loves. Not…S-Steve…”

You just chuckle nervously, giving him a pat on the shoulder. And you just keep washing the dishes when he gives you a tight hug from behind, stumbling a bit and making you almost drop and break one of Mrs. Henderson's very cute plates.

Right on cue, Steve rounds the corner, having heard it.

All of it.

And now that Steve has gotten wind of the fact you played a huge role — along with Murray — on why Nancy left him, he is totally pissed.

In fact, he’s livid.

"Steve," you try, but he just holds up a hand, staring daggers at you.

"Save it, Bauman," he grits. "Save. It."

It causes him to have the utmost disdain towards you, border lining hate. It just festers over time, getting worse.

Something about that makes your stomach flip inside out with a horrible, upset feeling. Your guts feel knotted up, and if the reality of things weren't so bleak, you would laugh at the fact that losing Steve Harrington's friendship (let alone trust) would upset you one day, let alone even happen. You feel bad. You really do. But God, as time goes on... his entire attitude about it is insufferable. He isn't letting up any time soon. Not when you both meet up with the kids (because regardless of the strain between you two, you're both the parents now). It feels like two divorced parents, meeting up to share custody of the chitlins.

The only relationship to which Steve is committed, is the one that he shares with Miss Hatred. And you're her bitch.

...guess there's still some King Steve in him after all.

You knew King Steve. He was an ass. So you know what? Suck it, Harrington. Karma’s a bitch.

As time passes, you begin firing back at him - tired of trying to explain yourself, apologize or play nice. Steve wants to fucking play? Alright then. Game on, Harrington.

There's a whole upside down universe threatening to take over still? All good. Let's still brawl, Harrington.

The kids keep bringing you both around each other, and you're also working at a place inside of the same damn mall as Steve is for the summer? AWESOME.

LET'S GET READY TO FUCKIN RUMBLE.

So yeah, you’re totally involved in the whole mall ordeal with the Russians, bonding you to Steve and Robin, along with Dustin and Erica.

But despite that, Steve still resents you. So there is still rivalry between the two of you. Hot and bothered.

That said, despite his pure disdain towards you...it doesn't change the fact that you actually do begin to see him for the much better human that he is becoming. King Steve has fallen. No doubt. You see that. The way that he loves and cares the kids, especially Dustin. And the way that Steve reacts whenever Robin comes out to you both? He's an angel. Hell, he even fought the soldiers off of you whenever they decided to make you their torture-chamber play-thing. He definitely got mad at them for that one, but he also got mad at you for not going with Dustin and Erica before all of that went down. You both nearly strangled each other when attempting to hold the door shut, yelling at each other to run. Robin had finally joined you both, but still - neither of you budged.

Steve was a good guy. A nice guy, even. Just not to you, unless the moment called for him to be. Which was fine.

…but he’s still annoying. And apparently, he can hold a fucking grudge like no other. He’s a world class champ at that, come to find out. Gold star.

You're onboarded to help Hopper, Murray and Joyce with shutting the gate. It's a no-brainer. Steve looks a little miffed, seeing how the adults trust you like one of them rather than him. Even the way that Jonathan is so cool around you, and Nancy seems shy around you, it just...irks him.

When you manage to help Joyce close the gate, you witness the death of Hopper. And it kills you, along with your uncle. You ache for Joyce, unable to fathom how you'll have to bring it up to El.

But hey, you all manage to destroy the Mind Flayer. And when Billy is killed in the process, you tend to Max like a true older sister. She and Eleven have both come to look up to you as such, and Steve won't deny the fact that you're a saint with these kids. A real fucking saint. And if he's being honest...he's relieved to have a co-parenting partner.

But that is the extent of his gratitude towards you, which is strictly circumstantial. You make things convenient sometimes.

Hopper dying hits all of you hard. And you do everything that you can to help your uncle not drink himself to death. It's the only reason that you don't regularly visit the Wheelers in California. Your uncle is a wreck. Hopper was the only man who truly felt like a friend to your very lonely (by choice) Uncle Murray.

Steve does single you out to ask how you're doing, knowing that witnessing Hopper's death was tragic. But you just tell him that the real concern is your uncle and Joyce, insisting that you will get by. Steve seems hesitant at first, knowing that you're not fine. He might hate you, but he still cares about a party member who got put through hell.

"I'm alive, Steve. So I need to carry on. For everyone's sakes. I'll be alright."

As time goes on...

You and Steve give Robin very conflicting love advice, when it comes to her crush on Vikki.

"VIKKI LIKES BOOBIES."

"Christ, Steve," you're groaning in the backseat. "Stop being such a damn teenage boy."

"I'm almost 20, Bauman," he scowls at you in the rearview mirror.

You make a face, exaggerating feigned apology. "'Scuuuuuse me."

Man, he could not hate you more. Steve is sure of that. You are the worst. Why are you here. You are just the worst. Every time he looks at you, all he sees is Murray Bauman but as a much hotter 19-year-old girl with way more better comebacks and select timing.

AND NO, THAT IS NOT A COMPLIMENT.

!!!!!!!!

Next thing you know, Chrissy Cunningham has been found dead in a trailer that belongs to Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson. Who, according to Dustin, is not only still in high school — he’s also friends with them? Yikes. But Dustin swears that he’s not a murderer.

You choose to believe Dustin. Much to Steve’s chagrin. In his mind, any chance that you get to disagree with him, you will gladly fucking take it. He is really committed to you being his enemy.

And you know what? Fine. You can play. You've been playing.

Eventually, Nancy comes back into the picture.

And honestly? Watching her be all into Steve again? As if she isn't in a relationship with Jonathan still? That pisses you off.

Not because you’re jealous. No, no. Not that.

…yeah no, it’s not that.

Nah, it’s the way this girl just cannot for the life of her figure out what she is feeling. Dear lord, woman. Pick.

Eventually, you comment on this. But not until Eddie Munson is suddenly roped into y’all’s crew and you both strangely hit it off. You share the same taste in music. You both compare concert history, listing off you're favorites and randomly bursting into song. Very scream-o, metal music. Eddie thinks you're the shit, and you make him laugh a lot. He also makes you laugh a lot.

Steve hates that. He really, really hates that.

But not because he is jealous. No, no. It’s not that.

…yeah, it’s definitely not that.

Nah, it’s the way you make friends with someone he isn't a fan of just to spite him. You know he doesn’t like Eddie. You know he feels replaced by Dustin for him. You’re doing this shit on purpose. He knows it. He just knows it.

Regardless, you both stand by each other throughout the whole Vecna ordeal. And Max? She loves you. Trusts you. A lot. You also tell her not to give Steve so much shit. So he’ll give you that.

But that’s all he’s gonna give you. And even that has its limits.

Whenever you all find out that Max is cursed, the first person that Steve finds himself looking at is you. Because you're the co-parent. You've gotta help him know what to do. You feel the exact same way.

You both witness her possession in he graveyard. You both help calm the kids down, and each other. Whenever Max writes letters to each of you, she looks at both you and Steve for a long time. A really long time. It's very uncomfortable.

...then she's finally handing you both a letter, and the look she shoots you both afterwards in really unsettling. Like she knows something.

But what the hell is there to know? That you both can't stand each other? NEWSFLASH: EVERYBODY KNOWS THAT. So joke's on them.

...not Max though. She's in trouble. So she's allowed to know whatever the hell...that she...knows...?

You and Steve both profusely disagree with everyone about the idea of Max becoming the bait. In fact, it's the first time that you both are defending each other to everyone else. Whenever Max argues Steve, you tell her to listen.

"Steve has every right to be worried right now. We all do, Max."

She sighs, knowing that you're right.

And whenever Dustin tries to get quippy with you about stuff, Steve shuts him down real fast.

"Hey. Not cool. Bauman's in the right, check yourself."

Dustin also sighs, knowing that he's right.

Because you both know these kids better than anyone. You helped Mike ease up on Hopper, becoming that one older-sister figure he can actually go to and be normal around. Hell, he even hugs you. Mike never hugs anyone, except El. And Lucas? You and Steve are at every single one of his games, like proud parents. Will calls you whenever he wants to paint, knowing that you enjoy art. You've spent many nights painting with him, and even Steve will join with the other kids. They mostly just finger paint and bicker, but it's still lovely in its own sort of way. And then there's Dustin. The golden child, who both of you wanna hug and strangle at the same time. He is forever putting the two of you in close proximity, secretly loving the tension between the two of you. He figures that it's just because you both wanna be the favorite parent, and Dustin is too fixated on why Steve hasn't started dating Robin to even remotely suspect that you two could be an item.

There's a plan in motion now. It's in full swing, all groups peeling off. There's a new species added to the fucked up realm (the newly coined named for them is demo-bats) and you've somehow saved Steve's ass for the 3rd time. This guy seriously cannot catch a break.

But now, Eddie’s suddenly encouraging Steve to go after Nancy again. And damn, that bugs you. It really motherfuckin’ gets under your skin. Because Eddie doesn’t know the full story about what went down between them. Not even close.

You can't help yourself. You tell Steve this, once Eddie walks up ahead. But of course, Steve is rebuking everything that you are saying.

And then he's telling you that Nancy is different, and -- “actually, things are better.”

But you scoff at that, incredulously. And you're telling him to "wake up and realize that 1) she’s still with lover-boy Byers, and 2) you shouldn’t pine after someone who chose someone else over you."

You mean to say it kindly. Honestly, you try to.

But Steve doesn’t think so. And he’s faster. He’s also cruel.

“Maybe that’s why you broke us up, huh?" Steve is firing back at you with all that he's got now. "Because you’re used to that. Being the second choice. Weren’t you Clark’s best friend? Didn’t he drag you along until he ended up picking Becky? Yeah. Thought I didn’t know that, right? Or how you hung out with some of the basketball guys and never once got asked out by any of them? God, it’s so obvious. Also, it’s pathetic. You clearly hate seeing anyone happy. So hey, guess what? You got your wish: successfully ruining someone else’s happiness. Bingo! Congratulations, you won.”

It hurts. It really does. It fucking hurts.

Still, you do try to reason with him. It’s a little harsh, you’ll admit it. You’re not exactly speaking to him sweetly. But you try.

“All my personal love life issues aside —" you start, bringing your voice down and speaking as level as possible. "...which honestly, I’ve never even had something worth labeling as love — Steve, YOU still deserve to —”

“To suffer,” he cuts you off. “Yeah. I know. And the fact you’ve not had love? That just further proves my point. You admit it and yet you’re still out to get me. Because you’re fucking miserable.”

Alright, you’ve had it.

“I’m miserable?” you ask, ready to fire back. “Steve. You’re the one letting your ex-girlfriend — who didn’t even properly dump you — toy with your brain again into actually thinking she’s gonna pick you this time. She doesn’t deserve that. And you certainly don’t deserve —”

“You deserve nothing.” Steve is seething. Then hissing at you, “You’re bullshit, Bauman. You and your whack job Uncle. You’re both bullshit.”

So you stop. You let it go.

You let Steve Harrington hate you and suffer his own misfortunes. And you pretend that what he said didn’t just shatter your soul into a million tiny pieces. You nod at him, swallowing hard.

“My uncle is twice the man you’ll ever be. King Steve.”

It’s a pathetic last attempt. And your voice feels small, tight. But standing up for your uncle is better than yourself at this point. You walk off, away from him.

And Steve doesn’t tell you to stop. He doesn’t tell you not to walk away. He lets you.

So he doesn’t see you cry alone inside of the upside down version of the Wheelers’ bathroom. He doesn’t see your heart break in two, and he doesn’t see you bite back the sobs sinking your teeth into your palms.

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On The Line | Eddie Munson

Day Seven of Kinktober

Summary: Pumpkin Pie is back on the menu at Hank's Diner. What happens when the new waitress needs to stay with the Jaded line cook to prepare for fall festivities?

wc: ~4.3k

Pairings: Linecook!Eddie Munson x Waitress!Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI!!! This is porn with a plot. Thigh riding, public sex, sloppy sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), fingering, dry humping, overstimulation if you squint, unprotected p in v (don't be silly, wrap the willy), sex in a kitchen (if you work at a food establishment please don't do this ever), this is taking place in an AU where the events of ST4 didn't happen

In collaboration with the lovely @darknesseddiem! Please keep an eye out for their prompts starting Oct 16!

A/N: my apologies this is a day late. I had to work all day and then had a wedding to go to! So you'll have two posts to look forward to today!!

You wish that you had a different life. You had lived in the quiet town of Salem, Indiana. You wanted to move to the big city but the closest you could get was sleepy Hawkins, Indiana, a mere 60 minutes out of the Indianapolis city limits, but the exact same font as your southern Indiana town. The only job you could manage to get was at the highway diner leaving town. You had friends, sure, but you had dreams and aspirations bigger than Hawkins; maybe that’s why you had such animosity towards your job. You always had the overnight shifts, as others that worked there had kids or other commitments. The only respite to these “Red Eye” shifts ( as your boss Murray had called them) was the cook you often found yourself working with. He didn’t talk to you much, and the most he had offered was a tight lipped smile and a “hi” to your nightly greetings or a "you're welcome when you thank him for putting your orders up as soon as he could . You had heard of Eddie Munson before, but from what you could tell, most things you heard weren’t true. You had worked with him on and off for almost a year and never thought he was an alcoholic satanist who may or may not have murdered someone. He was effortlessly handsome: his curly brown hair was always tied back in a low bun. His pale skin was highlighted with a soft sheen of sweat and a rosy blush. You often saw his lower arms adorned with black blotches of ink and he rarely went to work in his cook whites - opting for a pair of relaxed black jeans, a band tee and a white apron. You were intrigued, getting to know Eddie Munson was going to be the excitement you needed.

The blazing sun of September had cooled off and the crisp breeze of October was a warm welcome. You put your sheer black tights on underneath your pale yellow dress. You straightened your skirt out and patted some rose pink lipstick on your lips. You were ready for another slow shift at the diner, but you weren’t complaining. You had made some progress with your growing infatuation with Eddie Munson. He had put your order up under the heat lamps and you thanked him by name last week. You saw his cheeks grow redder than normal and he nodded at you shyly. A couple days later, Eddie had taken your order for your own dinner: pancakes with some syrup and whipped cream. He had put it under the heat lamp and backed away to his flat top. To your surprise, you picked up your plate to see strawberries and whipped cream fastened into a smiley face on your stack of flapjacks. You felt your heart drop to your stomach in appreciation. You leaned over the heatlamp to yell a thank you to the boy, he had retorted with a “you’re most welcome, Y/N.” He knew your name! Between then and now, there had been fleeting looks, some lingering touches at the window and a really great conversation about the town’s record shop when the two of you took your smoke break. You were excited and hopeful for your interactions tonight. The diner had been slowing down and there had been more and more opportunities to chat. For your sake, you wanted there to be no customers at all.

You swung the diner doors open and the smile faded from your lips when you saw Murray sitting at the front counter, no one else in the restaurant.

“Good news, doll!” Murray sang to you. “You’re off the clock tonight. Diner’s closing because we gotta revamp the new fall menu. Pumpkin pie for everyone!” Murray declared as he spun himself off the stool and past you to the door. Eddie pushed through the swinging doors and behind the bar.

“Yeah, smarty pants over here ordered 20 boxes of pie shell mix for this week, not 2… So I have 60 pies to make before this shit goes bad.” Eddie grumbled.

“So Eddie is taking the lead and you get the night off.” You were wracked with disappointment. You hated to admit the hold that the metalhead had on you - especially to him and your boss. But a night alone at the diner with him might be what you need to get him on your good side.

“I’ll stay and help!” You offered. Eddie’s glowing brown eyes met yours and both of you instantly looked at the floor. “My grandma and I used to make pies all the time. Plus if I’m in the way, I can get other prep or cleaning done.” Eddie ran his hands through his hair, a soft smile appeared on his face.

“I mean…. Usually when I offer a day off it's taken with a ‘thank you, Murray’ but whatever… if you wanna work, it’s your funeral.” With that, Murray had strutted out of the diner and to his convertible in the parking lot. You locked the door behind him and turned to Eddie with a shy smile.

“It’s crazy that he still drives a convertible in this weather.” You offered. Eddie responded with a small chuckle.

“Have you ever been in the back before?” Eddie asked as he turned to retreat back into the kitchen, encouraging you cautiously to follow him. You pushed through the stark white swinging doors after him.

“Ah, no actually. Only stuff I’ve seen is through the bay window and the heat lamp.” You admitted. Eddie spun around to look at you. It was the first time you were in his space and you felt vulnerable. His chocolate brown eyes studied your face. His stare was intense, you couldn’t help but look down to the floor. Little did you know, his stare was full of wonder and admiration at his beautiful invader of his space. Eddie cleared his throat and turned away from you again, leading you further into the stainless steel kitchen.

“So… I have all the boxes of the dough mix in the walk-in” Eddie gestures to the small oven sitting under the flat top. “And this… is what we’re working with tonight. So, it’ll take a while for all of our shit to bake.” Your eyes widened at the tiny apparatus before you. It really was going to be a long night of work. You were excited to be in close contact with the man before you. The back kitchen was like an alley, long but skinny. You now understood why they only had one cook on the line at a time.

“Do you want me to help you get everything mixed up?” your confidence was dwindling quicker than you would have liked to admit. “Or I can just restock stuff and do other prep-”

“No! No- ahem. A hand would be really great. Then I can help you out while the pies bake.” Help you out, you wish he would. Your heart was in your butt as you nodded at him.

You spent the next hour helping Eddie unload and divide the dough mix into servings, he insisted that he lift the boxes to you because they were heavy. You didn’t mind though, getting to sneak peeks at his lightly toned biceps flex under the weight of the boxes. You felt the room getting warmer and warmer each time you secretly raked your eyes over the book. You worked mostly in silence, until Eddie worked up the bravery to ask you a question while he brought in the last box.

“So… you’re obviously not from around here.” He said.

“Obviously? What makes it so obvious?” You giggled.

“Well the fact that I didn’t see you in school at all… and the fact that there’s just something different about you.” You looked up from the bowl you were currently sifting the last bit of mix into. Eddie’s cheeks were red and there was a sparkle in his eyes. You didn’t miss how his eyes flitted to your lips briefly. He smiled back at you and turned to the fridge to grab eggs and butter.

“What about you? You've been in Hawkins for a while? I don’t see you at any parties or anything” You implored. You knew that answer already. Your neighbor across the hall warned you about one Eddie Munson when you told her about your new job. "The Freak of Hawkins High” had followed him, even after 3 years of being graduated. You prodded her for more information. She had been a year ahead of him, but told you about how he had a reputation for sleeping with girls who couldn’t get off with their boyfriends. One party Chirssy Cunningam’s boyfriend had walked in on her fucking Eddie in the bathroom and Jason made Eddie’s life a living hell after that. After graduation he flipped his principal the bird and told the rest of the kids in his class to fuck themselves. No one really saw him out after that, keeping his life in recluse. After Eddie had been shut out, apparently girls would flock to his house to have their escapades and brag about how weird and dangerous he was. You had heard your fair share of rumors in your own small town, but you were smarter than you were then. You knew not to trust anything flying around until you could make your own opinions.

“Ummm.. yeah. Unfortunately I have.” The mop of curls let out a dry laugh. “Hawkins hasn’t been too nice to me, I just don’t have the funds to get out of here, you know? That’s why I work almost every day of the week, haha. I have nothing else to do with my time.” You can sense that Eddie was retreating into his own world, feeling comfortable enough to share secrets and sighs with you, things that he hasn’t told anyone. He caught himself though. He looked up at you like a deer caught in headlights, expecting you to turn your nose up at him, but you looked at him with genuine sympathy and understanding.

“I get it. This was as close as I could get to the big city. It took me forever to leave Painted Hills.” Eddie probed you for a reaction. Your eyes clouded over as the lifetime of sour memories flashed in front of your eyes. You and Eddie both knew that you were treading into dangerous territory.

“Alright, enough serious talk, this is supposed to be fun” he winked at you. You both traded stories of your childhood and interviewed the other about favorite music and foods and books. Eddie didn’t necessarily look it, but he was intelligent, and a natural conversationalist. You peered up at the clock after what seemed like 10 minutes of talking. The clock read 10:46pm. You looked down and realized that the two of you had almost completely finished kneading the dough and filling it into trays.

“Holy hell, it’s already been 4 hours?!” You chuckled.

“Seems like time flies when you’re having fun.” You stared in bewilderment at the boy’s blooming confidence. Earlier he wouldn’t say anything but two words to you. You and Eddie mixed and filled the pies and began putting your first rounds in the oven.

Eddie had nudged your arm with his elbow as he grabbed two more pies to bake, he walked back to the oven, his eyes not leaving yours. You looked down at the floor with a smitten smile. When you looked back up at the boy on the other side of the kitchen from you, his smile was replaced with a nervous frown. You held your breath in anticipation. Did you do something wrong? Eddie took a few steps towards you, close enough to touch him, but he was sure not to invade your space. What a gentleman.

“You… umm.. You have some dough on your face…” Eddie gestured softly to your cheek that had been smeared with a small swipe of pie dough. You gasped with a small ‘oh’ and swiped the back of your hand over your cheek. Eddie let out a short laugh.

“You made it worse.” You giggled at him with a small ‘oops’. Your smile was contagious to Eddie. He saw your bright eyes crinkle as you smile and he couldn’t help but copy you. He bit down on his lip to stop him from laughing.

“Can… can I get it for you?” Eddie’s smile faded quickly. He took one more step towards you. You could smell the faint remnants of his musky cologne he had put on before work. You nodded your head slowly. Eddie studied your face, desperate to remember every detail of your face in case he never got the chance to be this close to you again. He sheepishly raised his hand to your cheek and swiped the residue away with his thumb. You felt your skin erupt in goosebumps at his touch. You felt electric shocks where Eddie’s skin connected with yours. Eddie’s eyes glued themselves to your lips as he moved himself closer. His breath fanned over your face and you thought you could faint.

“I’ve heard what they’ve said about you,” you whispered. Eddie froze. His eyes met his, they were full of panic. He began to back away from you but you placed your hands on the sides of his neck and pulled him back to you.

“What-”

“And I don’t care. I don’t give a shit what anyone says about you.” You ghosted your lips over his, giving him an opportunity to push you away. He snaked his hand to your cheek and pulled his lips to yours. You quickly moved together and the kiss sent molten heat to your core. Eddie was beautiful, sure, but he seemed unobtainable. Now that he let you in, you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself back. Luckily for you, Eddie was in the same predicament.

Eddie’s hands quickly found purchase at your hips, pulling you into him like he was attempting to intertwine your bodies into one. You moaned into Eddie’s mouth, allowing him to deepen the kiss. Your tongues danced together seamlessly, both of your chests heaving for breath. You pulled away to look at the boy in front of you. His eyes had turned from a golden brown to almost black, clouded with need and lust. Eddie pinned you up against the wall kissing you until you felt silly. He lifted your leg around his waist, giving him better access to feel you on him. You were a moaning mess from the friction Eddie’s jeans were giving your clothed pussy.

“Eddie” you hissed. The sensation left your body begging for more. More. More.

“That feel good?” Eddie cooed. You looked like a piece of art against him - a mewling masterpiece. God, he wanted to hold you like this forever. All of his invisible pining for you, the longing looks, the sleepless nights longing for you; everything had bubbled up in this moment and Eddie needed to restrain himself from devouring you whole. He had hoped he would have you literally anywhere but his kitchen, but beggars can’t be choosers.

“Eddie” you gasped. You needed more of him - all of him. You bucked your hips against his, pushing moans out of both of your mouths. Eddie trailed his kisses down your cheeks to your neck. You moaned bashfully as Eddie bit down on your pulse point. He pulled away from you and looked into your eyes with a smirk.

“Don’t be quiet for me, doll. It’s just us. I wanna hear how good you feel.” Eddie’s purrs sent your eyes rolling to the back of your head. He pulled himself onto the counter, pushing himself up to sit on it, while he pulled you into him, slotting his thigh against your needy core.

“Come on, babe. Show me how good you feel. Make yourself feel good.”

You tentatively ground your hips down on the lanky boy’s thigh. The friction you felt was delicious, addictive. You couldn’t help but grind down harder on him, your melodic sighs and moans were music to Eddie’s ears. He felt like he could cum in his jeans if he didn’t focus on holding himself back. His hands migrated to your hips, guiding you harder and faster onto him. He could feel your warmth through his jeans. He was so ready to hear you come undone for him. Your noises got louder and higher pitched.

“E-eddie” you whined. God, his name sounded like a prayer falling out of your mouth, his new favorite song.

“What is it, honey, you gonna cum for me?” Eddie teased you. You violently shook your head. Eddie’s grip became bruising as he stopped your movements. You cried out in desperation, you could feel the beginning waves of your orgasm on the peak of arrival. You looked at Eddie with a confused huff. Before you could register what was happening, Eddie had switched your spots. His strong arms wrapped around you and your uniform’s skirt now hiked up around your waist. Eddie slid down the counter to his knees. His eyes were dark and pleading.

“I need to taste you. Please” His hands hovered over your thighs, desperately waiting for your response.

“Please, Eds. Please.” You squirmed in your seat. If you weren’t so fucked out already, you might be embarassed for your desperation. But you felt so good, you were so entangled in the moment you didn’t care. All you could think of was Eddie.

Eddie’s hands trailed up the tops of your thighs and trailed over your core. He hastily dug his fingers into your fishnets and tore, making a remark about your ‘fucking tights’. His strength only sent more waves of heat to your pussy, more than ready to meet Eddie’s embrace. Eddie could see how excited you were through your purple lacy panties that were stained with a deep wet patch.

“Fuck… so wet, this all f’me?” Eddie smirked up at you. You bit your lip and tried to close your legs with no avail. Eddie kept his large hands on your inner thighs, preventing you from closing me out. He let out a small tsk. Eddie hooked his fingers into the offending garment and pushed them to the side, putting your pussy on display for him. Eddie let out an animalistic moan; it was getting harder for him to control himself. He took a long lick up your slit, sending shivers down your spine. Your hands flew to Eddie’s hair to ground yourself. Eddie flicked expertly at your clit sending you hurling close to orgasm yet again. Eddie thought you were the sweetest thing he had ever tasted. He explored every part of you, moaning into you, making your thighs shake. He could tell you were close. He stuck his middle finger into your weeping hole and curled. Your eyes screwed shut in ecstasy, your orgasm was threatening to boil over and the only thing you could manage to do was scream out Eddie’s name. Eddie found your G-spot with ease and rubbed against it, throwing you over the edge. You saw stars as waves of hot pleasure took over your body. You had no control over the tremors that rushed through your limbs. Eddie moaned into you as he worked you through your high. You had to pull Eddie by his hair to get him off of you, the overstimulation pushing past the boundary of pain from pleasure. Eddie rose to his feet and took you in: you had a light sheen of sweat beading on your forehead, your mascara had smudged slightly under your eyes, your lips were swollen from his kisses and your neck was a constellation of hickeys. He needed you fully. He had no idea what he would do if the two of you walked away from your shift tonight and never saw each other again.

“Y/N I…. I need you.” Eddie’s voice softened. His eyes clouded with lust still, but longing and desire glared back at you.

“Take me, Eddie.”

Eddie’s mouth was back on yours, the tang of your essence still on his tongue. It made you moan into Eddie's mouth. The metalhead fiddled with his belt, never leaving his mouth from yours. It was your turn to turn primal. You gnawed at Eddie’s bottom lip and mashed your tongue with his. You both felt like you might pass out from lack of oxygen, but thought it would be much worse to not be on each other. Eddie shoved his jeans past his hips and free’d his achingly hard cock with a sigh. He grabbed your hip with one hand and lined himself up with your entrance. He rubbed his tip through your sensitive folds, eliciting moans from both of you.

“Fuck, babe….” Eddie clenched his jaw, determined to ride out this high for as long as he could. He slid himself into you slowly. He was large, larger than you had ever been with and the stretch made you feel so unbelievably full.

Eddie pushed gently until he was fully sheathed. He could feel himself growing overwhelmingly hot. His cheeks had turned from his usual shade of light pink to red. You could feel the heat radiating off of his body. He had been white knuckling your hip and the counter.

“Move Eddie, please, god move.” You encouraged. You wanted - needed Eddie’s cool to break. You wanted him to ruin you. Eddie slowly pulled himself all the way out and pushed himself back into your needy hole. You cried out in pleasure; his pace was slow, but ruthless. Every thrust hit your cervix encouraging your second orgasm of the night. Eddie was biting his lips so hard that it looked like it was going to split and start bleeding. His eyes were transfixed on where the two of you met. You cupped Eddie’s face to bring his gaze back to yours. You felt so good, and didn’t know how well you could take him, but you could tell he was still holding back. You pulled your lips to his ears and whispered gently to him:

“Give me everything, Eddie. I want you to give it to me.” You heard Eddie’s breath hitch and get caught in his throat. He pulled back and studied your face. There was zero hesitation in your stare, only devotion and encouragement. Eddie’s brain short circuited. Eddie grabbed your neck and squeezed as his brutal pace picked up. You felt light headed - the only thing you could see was Eddie’s determined visage and the only thing you could hear was the pornographic sounds of Eddie’s balls hitting your ass. You closed your eyes in pleasure, but Eddie shook you back to him.

“Look at me. Eyes on me.” He growled. His face twisted in animalistic pleasure. You let the small rasps of your breath escape around Eddie’s vice. Eddie pulled out of you completely, making you whine at the loss of contact. Eddie pulled you off the counter by the neck and turned you around so your back was against his toned chest. Eddie pushed your head down so you were bent over the cool counter. Eddie’s large hands slapped down on the curves of your ass before filling you back up. You couldn’t help but yell an ‘oh my god’ as Eddie began pounding into you.

“Not god, doll, just me.” he huffed with a laugh. Your body was on display for Eddie and the more he watched himself disappear and reappear into you, the closer his own release got. He could feel you clenching down on him; you must be close.

“Can you give me another one, sweet? I want you to cum with me okay?” Eddie could barely get the words out of his mouth without the knot in his abdomen snapping.

“Eddie… I-I can’t” You were so fucked out and overstimulated you had no idea if your body could handle any more sensation. To your surprise, Eddie’s arm snaked under your hips to meet your sore clit. He rubbed soft circles into you in rhythm with his intense thrusts. You grabbed onto the edge of the counter and began to hyperventilate. You thought you were going to combust.

“Come on, babe. You can do it. Cum for me,” Eddie wanted his commands to sound encouraging, but he was desperate. However, with his permission your second orgasm of the night hit you like a freight train. You couldn’t feel your legs. You screamed out, unable to feel the difference between pain and indulgence - but you didn’t want it to stop. Your pussy had Eddie in capture, squeezing down on him unthinkably hard. His hips stuttered but he kept on his assault, desperate to cum just as hard as he made you. Like you, Eddie’s orgasm hit him with little lead up. He grabbed your chest to pull you up to him. Eddie whimpered into your ear as you milked him for everything that was in him.

In a flurry of heavy breaths and pounding hearts, you and Eddie stood in silence, basking within each other’s embrace. Begrudgingly, Eddie pulled out of you and pulled his pants back around his slender hips. You straightened yourself out and tucked your underwear back into their normal spot, preventing the remnants of Eddie’s orgasm from leaking down your leg. You guess you still have some work to do. You turn around and look at Eddie as he finishes buckling his belt. He met your glowing complexion with a lovesick grin. You felt like you could stay like this forever, basking in his glow; and he felt the same for you.

The smell of smoke and burnt pumpkin snapped the two of you out of your trances.

“Oh fuck!” Eddie yelps. You both rush to the other side of the kitchen to the small oven now leaking gray smoke. Eddie threw open the oven door and was greeted by a billow of smoke. You grabbed at some rags to wave the smoldering cloud away. Eddie the remnants of two very charred pumpkin pies. He looked at you with a bellowing laugh.

“Guess we’ll be down a couple of pies.”

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Murray’s Matching Service

Steve Harrington x reader

I saw someone on here use a nickname instead of using y/n and I like that a lot better. If you know who did do that, please comment so I can give credit. Or if that was you! Also the name came from a stranger things video about Murray lmaoo.

Robin was trying to sniffle her laughter but she couldn’t help it. Steve glanced at her with an annoyed expression on his face. He really didn’t like where this was going. Murray was rubbing his chin and nodding his head. Hopper had an amused smile on his face.

“You don’t like her.” Steve gave him a questionable look. “You’re in love with her.”

“I-.”

“Let the master work!” Murray scream yelled, Steve rose his eyebrows and stood silent. Robin burst into laughter. “I saw it, the way you look at her. Like she hung the stars on the sky herself. It’s it’s crazy kid, this is kind of a full circle moment for me.”

Steve looked over at Joyce, hoping she’ll find a way to make this stop. But even Joyce had a smile on her face. Steve looked at Murray again, she wasn’t going to save him on this.

“So there’s a way for you to get them together?” Robin asked, her hands on the counter. She was invested in this, surprisingly so.

“If I can get these two together.” Murray said pointing at hopper and Joyce. “And Jonathan and Nancy. Sorry about that kid.” Murray said, patting Steve on the back.

“Uh none taken?”

“Then I can get anyone together. Especially those two, they just need a push in the right direction.” Murray said, Steve was beginning to regret ever saying anything in the first place.

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You were busy with a uni assignment when you heard the walkie go off. Dustin voice booming from the voice box.

“This is a code red! I repeat a code red! Nyxie! Do you copy!” You instantly grabbed the walkie. Hoping against hope this wasn’t anything to do with the upside down.

“Yes, I copy. What’s wrong?” You said, your heart was beating out of your chest.

“Meet us at the cabin, the cabin okay?!”

You quickly grabbed a few of your upside down kit, which included Steve’s hair spray you stole from him, a lighter, a gun and some first aid kit. For Steve, he was always getting hurt. Then you ran out to your car.

You squinted as you looked out into the cabin. Your gut feeling was telling you something suspicious was happening. You sighed and grabbed the bag you had, rushing to the door. You knocked rapidly against the wooden door. Hopper opened it instantly, a big grin on his face.

“Hey! Nyxie! What brings- I mean we have uh- there’s a red code. I mean a code red.” He said, you raise your eyebrows at him.

“Please don’t tell me it’s a false alarm. I literally brought this.” You said, gesturing towards the bag you had with you. Hopper shook his head.

“It’s definitely a code red. Come in.”

Once inside, you saw everyone sitting around in his cabin. Steve nowhere in sight. You looked around, confused.

“You’re here!” Dustin says, a big grin on his face. It slowly drops seeing the grave look on your face.

“What’s wrong? What happened? Please don’t tell me Steve got hurt.” You said, your anxiety was building block by block. You were scared, he wasn’t present. What if Vecna got him?

“Hey, hey, nothing like that. We just needed you to Uh talk.” Hopper said, trying to cool down your nerves. Your brows furrowed for the thousand time you’ve been there.

“Talk?” You asked.

“Talk. Come on Mike, let’s go.” El said, getting up from her spot from the floor. Everyone around the room began to disburse.

“Hey! Where is everyone going?”

The lights went out for a second, fear filled your heart like a water tank at full blast. Then before you knew it, Steve Harrington was right in front of you. You took a step back and closed your eyes. Letting out a shaky breath. He was fine, he was fine. Everyone was fine.

“Hey, can you look at me please?” He asked, his eyes were looking at you as if you hung every star on every planet. Or maybe that’s what you hoped he was looking at you as.

“Dustin said it was a code red. I didn’t see you with them. I thought you got hurt. What’s going on?”

“I asked them for help. For us to talk.”

“About?”

“You know from the moment I met you. I knew that you were going to change my life as I knew it. You’re probably thinking that’s insane. Steve. We barely knew each other. How could you have possibly known that.”

You noticed he was walking closer and closer to you. You held your breath, your heart was beating out of your chest.

“I knew that because I knew how I felt about you. I knew I was developing a crush on you. But now it’s grown so big, I think- I think-.”

Before he could say anything else, you met him half way. Up on your tippy toes and grabbed his face. A smile was plastered on both your faces. Your lips met and you were kissing him. The bag long forgotten. You were kissing the boy you fell in love with. Who had fallen for you too. It didn’t feel real.

“Yes! See! Never ever doubt my ability to get two people together.” Murray said, coming out of hiding. As did the rest of the party. You laughed and turned to look at Steve.

“Yeah I know, he was my best bet.” He said, his voice annoyed. You laughed again as you wrapped your arms around his waist. His arm wrapped around your waist.

“Finally!” Dustin said. “You finally got a girlfriend!”

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omg forgive me if this is stupid, but imagine the reader and alexi are left alone because hopper, joyce and murray left them at murray’s place as they went to take care of things, so the reader looks through the movies and sees [insert sexual movie] and they end up watching it together and even though they can’t communicate properly cause alexi speaks little to no english the one thing they can agree on is that they’re both unbelievable horny and smut ensues

I can't even with how cute this request is! I am so glad you came to me for this request!!! I hope you like it!!! Alexei deserved so much better!!! He is the softest bean ever!!!

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Clicking your tongue against your teeth, licking your lips, your fingers tap against your legs looking around Murray's home. You have no idea what to do, and here with Alexei let's face it, conversation just isn't happening. Letting out a loaded breath you look around. Taking a seat on the couch next to him you look at the TV as he flips through channels. Admittingly, you find him adorable, in that nerdy way. Maybe it was because you felt like you were going to die, and he was that last man on Earth kind of feeling. Shaking your head you let out another loaded breath.

Pushing yourself up from the couch you get an idea, looking over your shoulder you chuckle. "Hey, Alexei? Wanna help me find a movie? Video?" you ask him holding up a movie kinda hoping he will understand.

With a grin on his face he nods, standing up, he places his strawberry Slurpee on the table and makes his way over to you, and looks over the various VHS tapes. He chose an unmarked video, you went to stop him but it was too late. He sits down and picks up the remote control and presses play.

Patting the spot next to him insisting you sit with him, you give a nervous smile and sit, almost afraid as to what will play on the screen. You watch and it's cartoons that were recorded on the television. You chuckle looking at him as he watches in almost nothing but concentration on the screen. But there was one that caught your eye. Biting your lip you stand up and make your way to the videos again and pull out Love Bites.

Clearing your throat you tuck some hair behind your ear and look over his face a moment after catching his attention and smile. "Alexei, I was thinking something more adult..." You take the remote from his hands and place it on the TV. You eject the tape of cartoons and replace it with the adult film. Fast-forwarding through previews and other various content, you get to the start of the film.

Making your way back to take your place next to him, you sit, placing your hands in your lap fidgeting a bit. The film starts playing the music and it catches his attention, a smirk spreads across his face and he begins watching intently. He looks back at you and then at the screen again. A smile forms across your lips. He scoots closer to the edge of his seat watching intently.

Licking your lips, you feel yourself getting tingly against your skin, feeling your nipples react. Biting your lip you press your thighs together feeling the pressure against your bud you rub them together slightly. Alexei sits back and you place your hand on his thigh and he looks at you and smiles. Pulling your hand he places it on him to show you that he was rather excited. Licking your lips you let out a shaky breath.

Taking his hand you place it on your breast and he smiles even wider. He moves in to kiss you, and you run your fingers through his dark curly hair. Letting out a soft moan you begin to rub him against his pants but he needed more, you both did. He moves you to straddle him. Grinding your hips against his bulge you let out a soft whimper as his hands slip under your shirt and unhooks your bra pulling both your shirt and bra from you and tossing them behind him like yesterday's trash, he kisses your swollen perky breasts.

With a soft whimper you stand up, stripping your pants and panties, you stand there, fully exposed in front of him, and bite your lip. He unbuckles his belt, moves his pants down and grabs at your hips, and pulls you onto his lap. He slowly slides you down on top of him and you both let out a soft groan. Your fingers play at the nape of his neck, as you ease yourself on him you feel him begin to fill you with his length and width. You tremble and your walls clench around him.

His hands move to your hips as he watches the TV, almost as if getting ideas, you chuckle softly and look down at him and take his face and focus it on yours as you begin to slowly move against him. Your body moving up and down, gripping him as you go up, and pushing as you go down, feeling that pressure against your walls. You drop your head back a bit and let out a soft moan. His hands grip at your waist as he nods his head and helps you pick up your pace a bit more.

Your breasts bounce in his face as he smiles watching them, enjoying them. He leans forward taking a nipple between his lips as he begins to suckle at it. Your skin is sensitive and you let out a louder moan. As his hands grip your waist you whimper softly as he helps guide you a little quicker. His groans fueled your moans.

"Fuck. You feel good." You whimper softly.

Nodding his head he moves to lay you down on the couch and he pulls from you stripping down himself he lowers himself between your legs slipping himself back inside as he begins to thrust with a harder thrust. Hearing the moans from you, the moans from the TV fueled both of you. As his thrusts picked up his hands explored your body. It was like he was committing every inch of you to memory.

As he picks up his pace, you match his, wrapping your arms around his, your nails dragging across his back. With a growl, he presses into you harder, faster. Pressure's building for both of you as you begin to feel your legs shake, his breath on your neck as mutters in your ear, not like you understand, but you get a general idea, your entire body trembles as you let out a heavy scream and he pushes himself into you deeply and releases his own finish.

Taking a moment, both of you panting, you both look at each other and chuckle, he gets behind you on the couch and wraps his arm around you as you both continue to watch the video. After nothing but thirty minutes, he looks down at you and brushes your hair from your face and chuckles, muttering one English word.

"Again?"

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jjsmaybank20 · 1 year

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Hiya! I have a Leighton Murray x reader request,

Leighton and reader, Lila's cousin, have been dating in secret for just over a year. But reader ends things with Leighton when she's had enough of Leightons snarky and mean girl attitude towards the lower class. (Meaning Reader. And so Leighton sees Reader around campus, another girl getting closer with her and Leighton doesn't like it (it makes her sad) and she apologises to reader.)

Apologize

Leighton Murray x Fem!Reader

Summary: Leighton messed up. Can she fix it before you're stolen away?

Warnings: Language, angst with a happy ending

Word Count: 853

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"Hey, Chase. Have you seen Leighton? I have to talk to her about something." You inquire while approaching your friend group.

Your cousin Lila scoffs before sarcastically saying, "I'm great, thanks for asking. Bitch." You just grin at her before quickly kissing her on the cheek and wandering off to find your secret girlfriend.

When you finally find her, you overhear her say something to one of your friends, who happens to be the bartender at the party you guys were at.

"Yeah, take it back. And this time, try not to mess it up, you low-level prick." You quickly approach them, hoping to diffuse the situation.

"Hey, Leight, Cooper. What's going on over here?" You ask, slightly nervous.

Cooper scoffs before exclaiming, "I put two cherries in her drink instead of three, so now she's making me redo the whole thing."

You look at your girlfriend, angry at her for attacking your friend for almost nothing. You grab her arm and drag her outside, her protests being heard behind you.

Once you make it outside, you immediately whip around to face her. "Seriously?! You call him a low-level prick because he put too few fucking cherries in your drink? And its not even just that! Every time you come in to contact with a working class person, you say something rude as fuck to them. I can't take it anymore! Don't you know that I'm a working class person? I don't come from money, Leighton! I can barely afford to come here!"

Leighton moves to protest, but you quickly put a finger up, effectively silencing her. "Leighton. I can't do this anymore. I'm sorry. We have to end this."

You then shove your hands in your pocket and walk away. Behind you, you don't see Leighton tearing up, or running off to somewhere more private.

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It's been a week since you broke it off with Leighton, and you've managed to keep your interactions to a minimum. Her roommates can see the drastic change in your guys' relationship, as well as both of your moods.

"Bitch, what did she do to you? Do you want me to beat her up for you?" You laugh dryly at your cousin's threat towards the blonde.

"No. Thank you though, Lila. It's fine." You sigh. Lila pats your back before getting up to get ready for work.

On the other side of campus, Leighton is having a similar conversation with her roommates. After confessing that she did something that messed up your relationship with her, they begin to encourage her to apologize to you.

"Maybe then you can finally get with her!" Bela exclaims. Leighton assumes a guilty expression before quietly saying, "Well... about that..."

Bela and Whitney gasp. "You two were already together?! Well shit, girly, you better fix this fast! Go win your girl back!" Whitney squeals out.

Feeling sure of herself, and apologetic for what she had said, Leighton rushes off to go find you. She looks all over campus before discovering you talking to one of your female classmates.

Leighton quickly slows down and watches the two of you interact. She takes note of the hand that the girl has on your bicep, and how hard the two of you are laughing at something that you said.

Leighton quickly feels jealousy take over her. She knows she has no right to be jealous, but she can't help it. She speed walks over to where you are standing, grabs your jacket sleeve, and practically drags you away.

Once she stops dragging you, you snatch your arm away from her.

"What do you want, Murray?" Leighton winces at the lack of friendliness in your tone. She looks at her feet, not wanting to make eye contact with you.

"Um. I wanted to apologize. I was an ass, and it was wrong of me. I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm working on not being as much of bitch to people, but it's hard because I've been doing it for so long. I really am working on it, though. So, I wanted to ask, would you give me another chance?"

You look at Leighton, surprised at the sincere apology that was so off-brand for her. You take in her nervous stature, before replying, "Fine. I'll give you another chance. You really do need to work on it though. Also, I'm not the only person you owe an apology to. First step of this is you apologizing to Cooper and anyone else on campus that you remember being mean to for a dumb reason."

Leighton quickly nods her head in agreement, which makes you smile. You quickly pull her in for a hug, which she reciprocates right away. You grab her hand before asking, "Ok, so. Who can you remember being mean to?"

Leighton tilts her head in thought before replying, "Well, there was Cooper. And that waiter. And like half the women's center staff. Oh! And that server..."

You trail behind her as she goes on, realizing how long this was going to take. But the road to changing is never easy, and you were happy to support such a wonderful, although sometimes bitchy, person along the way.

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Meant to be (Multi part series) Part 1

This is a story from you and Hopper's first meeting all the way up to your other life, reader is a photographer than got sent to photograph Hawkins' nature, but you might end up meeting a sexy Chief of Police...

Pairings: Jim Hopper x male reader (background Murray x Alexei) Warnings (growing list but here's what's definitely coming): Scent kink, sex pollen, slight degrading, praising, mention of drugs, homophobic slurs, homophobia in general and violence. This is a love story with some smut, not just something quick to get off to. A Modern day AU where Hawkins is just a normal small town that's pretty conservative, El has no powers, no nothing.

You had accepted to go and live in Hawkins temporarily because the company you photographed for had said that they wanted pictures of scenery from there from all 4 seasons of the year, you knew that a small town wasn’t the best place to be a queer man in even if it was 2023, but still, it was good money.

One thing you weren’t expecting from Hawkins was how handsome the Chief of Police was, that beard, his blue eyes and his arms, legs and ass made you tingly, god, you ached to have him, but guys like this were always straight, plus, you were gonna stay here for over a year, not forever…

A week into your new life in Hawkins you were walking down the street, coffee in your hand listening to music with your camera in your hand, heading to the forest so you could do what you were sent there to do, take pictures, not thirst over Chief Jim Hopper, taking pictures. You must not have been paying attention to the sidewalk and you tripped over, your coffee spilling but a strong pair of arms caught you before you could fall, “oh god..” you said as you distinguished that familiar greenish color of the Chief’s uniform… “Careful there” he said, smirking, was the world trying to make you go into overdrive?? “Oh- hey Chief… sorry about that…” you looked at the spilled cup of coffee, “No issue, everyone screws up,” he said, he noticed the headphones in your ears, “What you listening to?” he said, trying to break that uncomfortable silence, you handed him the earphones as he smiled, the song Every breath you take sounding, “I love this song, you have good taste” he said as patted your shoulder, how could a man be so fine?

“Where are you heading anyways? This is close to the forest” he said, “Oh, I’m a photographer, they want me to catch scenes from the nature here in Hawkins,” you said, “Ah, I was just heading for my car over there to go back to my cabin,” he said, pointing at his blazer, “I can give you a ride if you want…” your mind immediately thinking about the other dirty things he could mean with that, but you accepted despite your hardening cock.

In the car, he lit a cigarette, “Want one?” he asked, “No thanks, I don’t like them” you said, as you drove into the forest, you told him to stop close to a rock, “There!” you pointed at a rock at the edge of the river, you ran out of the car and photographed there for about half an hour in the area, he even stepped out of the car and smiled as you looked happy photographing this place, he was mesmerized, you were so pretty.

Jim Hopper was a bisexual man, he had shoved down his feelings for men all his life, occasionally crushing on a guy, especially considering how he grew up in a small town in the 90s it was only natural to be scared, but something about you made him feel safe, while at the same time he found you attractive, very attractive in fact, Hopper was taken out of his flashbacks as he heard something falling, it was you, he ran towards you as you hissed in pain at your scraped knee, “Are you okay?” he asked, “Yes- I’m fine.. let’s go now..” “No no no, you’re coming to my cabin and I’ll clean that wound, it’s covered in soil” he said, firmly, that dominant manner made something in your pants begin to grow… “NOT the time” you said to yourself as you walked and got in the Blazer. “I know it hurts, but it’s better in the long run” he said as you gave a small shout in pain from the alcohol he was putting on your wound. “Thank you, chief” you said, “Oh please, call me Jim” he said, you smiled, you somehow felt safe with this man even if you’d known him for an hour and a half, “You comin’ to the bar tonight? We can hang out” he said as you left, “Sure, I’ll try to be there” you smiled at him then left… You actually did go to the bar that night and you ended up becoming good friends after that, best friends even, you learnt he had recently adopted a girl called El that he kept in his cabin and that he had been divorced for 10 years after his daughter Sarah died. You also told him you were gay around a month into the friendship, he said that it was okay and that it didn’t matter, but then a few weeks later Hopper told you about how he was bi, maybe you did have a chance after all?

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stargirlstudio · 2 years

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'86 Dallas [Part 1]

☆ Dmitri Antonov x fem!Reader

☆ Warnings: age gap (12 years apart), slight pain

☆ Word Count: 2016

☆ Summary: Dmitri is granted political asylum in America, rather than take him to Hawkins, Hopper drops him off in Dallas, Texas. The remaining daughter of Hopper's friend who died in combat, you told Hopper that if he needs a favor, to just ask. At the behest of you, you certainly weren't expecting your Uncle Jim to drop off an ex-Russian guard turned prisoner

☆ A/N: Yeehaw! This fic diverges from the original request. The original request was sent way before Vol 2 of ST Season 4. This fic also diverges from the canon.

“Jim?! The hell are you doing in Alaska?” I asked. His laughter fogged through the phone.

“Ah jeez it’s a long story. Listen, I have a big favor to ask of you. I figured it’s time to cash in on that promise,” He said. “I’ll explain more when I come down, but I really need you to keep an open mind,”

You watched a black helicopter land on an empty part of your plot, the dust blowing, shielding your eyes from the onslaught of debris. When it finally settled, your Uncle Jim came out and hugged you. “Wow you look like shit,”

He ruffled your hair, you looked past to see Joyce and Murray. They came and hugged you, telling you how much you’ve grown. To be honest, you barely remember them. You moved away from Hawkins, Indiana, your father’s hometown at a young age. You settled down South with your grandparents and your mother.

“How’s your mom?” Joyce asked. You gave her a sad look. “Oh honey I’m so so sorry,”

“It’s okay Joyce. It’s been years. I’ve got all this land now,” I told them. You noticed a man in a heavy coat, behind them alongside a woman with cropped hair.

Hopper noticed and patted your shoulder. “This is En- I mean Dmitri,” He said. “He’s the guy I was talking about,” You nodded. He gave a small wave.

“Should we take this inside?” The woman spoke up. You led them to the back entrance of your home. It was a sizable ranch, overlooking the land and the animals. “This place is isolated enough,” She said looking around.

“So what’s this about?” You asked. The woman, who you later learned was an agent, looked over at Jim.

He sat down with the others, right next to you. “I need you to house Dmitri for a while. Just until things calm down and he’s given the proper paperwork. Maybe for a few months up to a couple of months. We aren’t sure,”

Hopper later explained the prison and who Dmitri was. It was hard for you to extend your hand to your neighbors, much less a stranger from a different country. You’ve lost so many people, it was hard to be inviting. “A couple of months?!” I asked. Hopper nodded.

“Listen you don’t need to. We can always find someplace else, but I trust him with my life. He helped me! I am asking you, (f/n), to put some trust into me. If not him then at least trust me,” You thought about it for a while. Hopper offered financial compensation, but you declined. You knew Jim wasn’t a bad man who would put you in a compromising situation. Even when finances were tough in Hawkins, he lended a hand. And you were especially indebted to him after your father died.

“Okay, he can stay,” You glanced over at him. “If he tries anything, he’s out,” You paused. “Not just kicked out either,”

“Thank you,” Dmitri said, finally speaking up.

You both watched them take off in the helicopter, waving your hand to your dad’s old friends. You gestured for Dmitri to come inside, with him following close behind. “Have you eaten anything?”

“No I haven’t, don’t worry about it,” He said. You gave him a look and he quietly sat down. “I’m not even hungry,” He said before you heard his stomach growl. You laughed.

“Just keep your ass sat. I’ll make you something,” You told him. Dmitri watched as you took Tupperware from the fridge, preparing something with such concentration. He looked around at the family photos. Most of them with your grandparents who seemed to be long gone. Some photos of your mother and barely any photos of you with your father. You noticed him looking at the walls, serving him a plate of biscuits and gravy. “My dad had me during his junior year of high school,” You told him. “Then he went and served, never came back home,”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” He said solemnly.

“It’s okay,” You told him. “Just eat up,”

A day turned into a week and a week turned into a month. You didn’t trust him at first, you still didn’t. You didn’t like strangers. Yet still, you didn’t believe in leaving people hungry. You kept him fed and gave him some responsibilities around the ranch. He kept the horses clean, the goats fed, and picked the eggs from the coop. Your work days are much shorter now and he comes home dirty, but he always sank into the hot bath you ran for him.

He asked a lot of questions, to try to get to know you. He learned you absolutely adored romance novels, like peaches, and you once had a cat named Whiskey. On weekends you sold goat cheese and goat milk at the farmer’s market. Despite going so often, you’re there for business and keep to yourself. Apparently the ranch you now own used to be a place for children to learn how to ride horses, but it’s just a regular ranch now. You also loved photography.

“I don’t know, I guess, I just enjoy capturing things. I never know when I can’t see them again,” You said, glancing at the lack of photos with your mom and dad.

After that, Dmitri began taking up odd jobs outside of the paid work around the house. He told you about the neighbors you forgot about. And while you weren’t exactly at that place yet to introduce yourself to them after all these years, Dmitri told you that they would love to meet you. It was a friendly, mutually beneficial relationship between the two of you…until…it became something…more?

One day, a heavy knock interrupted your reading time. You set the book down, brushed out your nightgown, and opened the door to see an old man in a cowboy hat. “Hello, sorry to bother you tonight. I’m your neighbor over by the east. The name is Gael, nice to meet you,” He said, sticking a hand out. You shook it, giving him a small smile. “Does Dmitri live here?”

“Yes he is staying here,” I said. “Do you need him?”

He shook his hand, his hand waving wildly. “Oh no no no,” He exclaimed. “I wanted to give him this,” Gesturing to the box in his hand. “I have something in here for you. The gift to you was actually Dmitri’s idea but don’t tell him I said that!” He said cheekily. You looked down at the box of apples.

“Oh well that’s very kind of you,” You said. You looked out at the horizon, the sun was setting, you didn’t realize how late it was getting. “It’s still supper time…would you like to join us Gael?”

“I can’t intrude on both of y’all’s dinner,” He said. “I can get going,”

“No no…it’s okay. A friend of Dmitri’s is welcome in my home,” You said.

“Why thank you Miss. Let me go mount Delora, is it okay if I do right by that post over there?” You nodded your head and told him he can let himself inside afterwards. You put the other gift box on the table and rushed over to Dmitri’s room.

Knocking on the door, you called out to him, telling him that his friend Gael was here. After no answer, you knocked again. You turned the knob and when you opened the door, Dmitri was in the doorway of the connected bathroom. He was shirtless, hair wet, wearing jeans and a western belt. “Oh! I’m so sorry,” You said, covering your eyes.

“It’s okay! I'm not naked or anything,” That’s not the problem! You blushed harder, slowly closing the door.

“Gael will be joining us for dinner by the way,” You said quickly going back to the kitchen. You set out the special plates and utensils. Dmitri came back out, both of you avoiding each other’s gaze. He went out to check on his brisket, coming back in just as Gael came into the dining room.

“Hahaha! Look at you!” Gael said. “The grill master!” Dmitri laughed, hugging him.

“I can’t have you here, this is my first time trying your brisket recipe,” He joked. “What if it tastes bad?”

He patted his shoulders. “Can’t be worse than the time you lost my cows,” They both looked at you. Gael’s face dropped. “Oh shit you don’t know?”

You gave an exasperated look at Dmitri. “I got it back!” He said. “It took me all night but I got them back!”

You all ate dinner at your little round table, happy to hear the stories Gael was telling. Most of them involved Dmitri and all the mishaps. Dmitri has never smiled this hard, it was nice to hear him laugh. You had never heard him laugh before. “You know, it’s nice to meet you. I know the folks down at the market would love to see you more!” He said to you. “Dmitri over here says you’re very kind and offered him a home. Don’t be a stranger to the rest of us!”

“I would like to meet everyone. It’s just been a bit hard…”

Gael gave a soft pat, “And this too shall pass. You know we have a little get together at my farm every Friday. You and Dmitri can swing on down! You can bring that-“ Gesturing to the box of apples. “Mean ass apple pie. D told me you make some good apple pie,”

“I’ll think about it Gael,”

It didn’t take you a lot of convincing to go down to Gael’s farm. Every Friday, a neighbourhood potluck style dinner was held at Gael’s. Everyone seemed to be acquainted with Dmitri already but even though you were in this neighbourhood since childhood, it really felt like the first time meeting new people. He checked on you every so often, never leaving your side. Despite the many people wanting to talk to him, he always made sure you were included. After that, most days would consist of finishing farm work early and being able to go into town, and sometimes in the cities. You would eat together, have picnics, and do all kinds of stuff. Maybe you were starting to like him, but Dmitri fell for you a long time ago.

“Do I look silly?” He said one day. You gave him a confused look, thinking he meant the black cowboy hat Gael made for him.

“What do you mean?” I asked him.

“Do I belong here?” He said. It seemed like this was bothering him for some time. “I got a call from Murray, he said I’m welcome into Indiana if I want to go there. My time here is almost over. My paperwork is being finalized,”

Your heart shattered, you liked having him around. It felt nice to have a companion — were you afraid to be alone?

“Oh well. I don’t think you stick out. You made great friends here and the people love you. If you want to go to Hawkins you can,” You said solemnly. “This was just temporary after all,”

Dmitri didn’t want to hear that. He wanted to hear some sort of gesture that this was his home. His new home. Especially from you, he didn’t know why it mattered so much. He was glad that everyone liked him, but he wanted to be here with you. “Murray says that he could see me in Indiana. I don’t know how true that is, but I’m not sure if I want to give it a shot,”

You laughed. “I’m not sure if you’re a midwestern guy. Hawkins is great, I mean it’s my hometown, but I don’t know if it fits you,”

Dmitri smiled. “And what about Dallas? Do I belong here in Dallas?” You dropped your head, not wanting to give too much away.

“I think you do,” You said. “I like that you’re here with me,”

“I like being here with you too,” He moved closer. “If you don’t mind?”

“I don’t,” You replied quietly. “Stay for as long as you like,”

Dmitri Tag List: @druigswh0ree @h3k3t @milfodyssey @lucilexe @wolfstcr

#fics #stranger things #dmitri antonov #enzo stranger things #fanfic #fanfiction #enzo x reader #dmitri antonov x reader

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deanscroissant · 1 year

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has this fandom died out?? i miss writing about joe and pat murray and gardner like-

#joe mazzello #joe mazzello x reader #bohrhap #joe mazzello x y/n #joe mazzello fic #gardner langway x reader #pat murray #pat murray x reader #gardner langway #bohemian rhapsody cast #bohrap cast #joe mazzello smut #undrafted #dear sidewalk

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joe-mazzello-archive · 2 years

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hit me with a "jumping into your partner's arms" from list one with pat murray DARE YOU

regan's 1k follower celebration

it’s been a hot minute since i thought about our angry boy, i love it

pairing: pat murray x reader!

prompt: jumping into your partner's arms

It’s like you can feel the tension in Pat’s shoulders from all the way over here in the stands.

It couldn’t be more of a cliche. Bottom of the ninth, two outs, bases loaded, and the D-Backs are down by one…and Pat is up to bat. The entire ballpark is on edge, but you can tell your firecracker of a boyfriend is just moments away from exploding…exactly how he explodes all depends on the outcome of his at-bat.

The pitcher winds up, and Pat swings, missing and earning a stiiiiiiirike from the ump and a groan from the dugout.

You shoot the boys a glare, annoyed at their lack of faith in their teammate. Pat grumbles to himself as he grips the bat impossibly harder.

The second pitch comes, he swings, and once again, the ball hits the catcher’s glove.

You watch as Pat rests his head against the bat, the anger rolling off of his body in waves. You hate that he’s in this position. Especially since you know that he can hit. You’ve seen him do it plenty of times. But when he gets in these high pressure situations, he psyches himself out…and his teammates don’t exactly help.

“Murray!” you shout, getting his attention. You look him right in the eyes. “You got this.”

It seems to ease his tension a little bit, and he responds with several nods before turning back to the task at hand.

He takes his stance, and you grip the edges of the bleacher as the pitcher winds up.

Crack!

The ball is sent clear above the heads of the infielders and keeps going, floating just out of reach of the outfielders as well.

You leap to your feet, screaming with excitement, and the crowd around you joins suit. A shocked Pat freezes for a moment before suddenly remembering he’s supposed to run. You watch as one by one the boys run home, before Pat eventually begins to round third base.

You climb down from the bleachers and book it for the fence, managing to launch yourself over the metal with ease.

As Pat runs across home plate, you fling yourself at him, and he manages to catch you. You wrap your legs around his waist as you cling to him, showering his face and neck with kisses.

“I’m so fucking proud of you,” you mumble against his skin, and he squeezes you tighter.

“You’re my lucky charm, baby,” he says before planting a searing kiss on your lips.

Your feet find the ground once again, and you grip the fabric of Pat’s uniform as you lean in close.

“I can think of a good way to celebrate,” you tease, biting your lip suggestively. Pat lets out a groan, his forehead coming to rest on yours.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

You practically drag Pat by the wrist towards your car, both of you ignoring the calls of his teammates behind you.

#pat murray x reader #pat murray #pat murray fluff #joe mazzello #regan's 1k

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Celebrate

Request: hey!! how are you? i was wondering if you could write an enzo (stranger things) x reader when hopper get back to america (where y/n lives) and they met while celebrating they’re back thanks 🫶🏻

Pairings: Joyce Byers x Jim Hopper , Dmirtri Antonov (Enzo) x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 830

A/N: Request from @manddor !! Hope you enjoy !!

Hopper was alive.

That shock came over all of Hawkins as the town awaited the arrival of their beloved sheriff, Himself, Joyce, Murray, and a friend they made within Russia were all set to arrive later that day. Decorations adorned the streets from the airport all the way to the park, where town members set up a party to celebrate his safety.

Once Hopper had gotten to an actual phone, the first person he called was me. Spouting about Jane, about his home, if the group was okay. And, I assured him all of us were quite alright and in Hawkins. My curiosity was piqued when I heard a male voice outside of his talking to Joyce. Russian which I had understood due to prior issues with Russian agents at the Mall Incident.

“A friend I made in Jail.” He had said, but it still hadn’t convinced me that he may be a dangerous person. But, I decided to keep my mind open as I sat at a park bench, watching countless people working on a “WELCOME HOME SHERIFF!” banner.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Jonathan Byers sat next to me, gaze towards the banner as I spoke.

“Missed Hopper is all… it is going to be weird, having him suddenly here again.”

Jonathan chuckled, “I get that… I’m just glad my mom found him. They aren’t too good at hiding their whole dynamic to everyone..”

“Dynamic?”

“Brooding Knight and Warrior Princess who are madly in love with each other..-”

“OH-! Yeah, I could see that…”

Joyce and Hopper were soulmates, more intimate than any two lovers, they were far beyond that point even now. Some may say they are “goals” or what they want in a relationship. And, I’d have to admit, they compliment each others personalities very well.

“They are bringing a friend from the Russian prison, Hop said his name is Dmitri but prefers to be called “Enzo”.”

“Enzo, huh? Here’s to hoping he’s as good as Hopper says.”

“Exactly how I feel.”

The boy gives me a tight lipped smile before getting up to talk to everyone, leaving me to my thoughts once again.

“They’re here! Everyone gather up!”

A grey colored convertible slowly pulled up to the park, the headlights passing over everyone in the crowd as the car pulled into a parking spot and stopped, the lights turning off. There was a pregnant pause before the car doors opened, everyone in the crowd cheering as Hopper, Joyce, Murray, and Enzo all exited the vehicle, El immediately running for Hopper to envelop him in a hug, Will and Johathan going to hug their mother with tears brimming in their eyes.

They looked like a little family, and that brought a smile to my face as I walked over to Murray, patting him on the back.

“They have to alcohol at the Red table..”

“Thank GOD.”

The man walked away like a man on a mission, leaving me to walk over to Joyce to hug her.

“I’m glad you’re safe..”

“Safe and sound, back with those I love the most.”

Joyce’s smile was bright, her eyes on Hopper as she said the last part. I nudged her a bit with my shoulder, herself scoffing with a playful smile.

“You ladies talking about me?”

“You wish!”

I laughed, Hopper pulling me into a hug as I did.

“You take care of the kiddos?”

“I told you, everyone is fin-”

Blue eyes, a curious gaze, it carried confidence yet yielded a feeling of charm. It was alluring as he held his hand out for me to shake, my eyes still swimming in his as our hands connected.

“Dmitri Antonov.”

“Y/N L/N.”

Our hands stayed connected, a singe of chills going down my spine and shooting up my legs and arms. A fire burning in my chest, that gradually increased in size as I felt his thumb rub against the skin of my hand just below my own thumb.

My eyes trailed down to peer at the veins in his hand, then back up at his eyes, my breath getting heavy, and seemingly his own also.

“Can you two stop eye-fucking each other and just come eat?!” Murray yelled from a bench, red solo cup in hand.

I broke the handshake first, using my other hand to rub my palm, eyes raking up and down Enzo’s figure.

“Seems you two will get along just fine…”

“Krasivoye imya yi krasivoye litso.. nadeyus, sblizimsya.” (“Beautiful name and Beautiful face… hopefully we’ll get closer.”)

“Ya nay dumala, chto Americans budut takimi krasivymi.” (“I didn't think Americans would be so beautiful.”)

I turned to gaze at him, faking confusion on my face as he continued to speak.

I get up from the table we are sat at and smile, “Ya toze, entso, ya toze.” (“Me too, Enzo, Me too.”)

I walk away with a satisfied grin on my face at his gob smacked expression, faintly hearing “Holy Hell”, as I walked away.

#xreader #fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things x reader #enzo #enzo x reader #dmitri antonov x reader #dmitri antonov #joyce x jim #joyce x hopper

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queen-of-deans-booty · 1 year

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Goodbye Stranger: Part Two

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.8k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated.

Castiel brings Wendy to the living room where he spends all of five minutes before returning to the kitchen.

"The other demon escaped. I bound the one I caught in a devil's trap. I'm gonna interrogate it now."

"Wait a second, Cas. How about you answer some questions first? Like, where the hell have you been?"

"You heard me, didn't you?" Dean says.

"You prayed to him?" you ask and look at him.

"Yes, I heard you," Castiel answers Dean's question, "but that's not why I'm here. I've been hunting demons."

"So, this is all you, huh? Why?"

"I've been searching for the other half of the Demon Tablet."

"Without us?" Dean asks, offended.

"I've been trying to help, Dean, and in my search, I uncovered that Crowley has sent out demons to find Lucifer's crypts."

"Lucifer had crypts?"

"Dozens of them, apparently."

"Why the storage wars? I mean, what the hell are they all looking for?" you ask.

"They're looking for a parchment that would allow them to decipher Crowley's half of the Demon Tablet without a Prophet."

You have a feeling he is lying to you, and you cross your arms in suspicion. He's been MIA this entire time, and now he's back and claims he's looking for a translation? Something doesn't add up.

"A demonic decoder ring? In Crowley's hands? Awesome," Dean says, believing him.

"The crypts were lost over time. Only those closest to Lucifer knew their whereabouts."

"Are you lying to us?" you ask.

"Why would I?"

"That's my question."

"How did Crowley find them?" Sam asks, breaking the tension.

"His demons have been possessing locals who may have some special knowledge."

"That would explain the crazy room at Ann's house. How did they know where to start looking in the first place?"

"I don't know. I'm hoping the strange-haired demon in the living room is more knowledgeable than the others I interrogated."

Castiel leaves the kitchen to interrogate the demon in the living room.

"Something's not right. He hasn't been right since he got back from Purgatory. We still don't know how he even got out of there," you state.

"I don't know, Y/N. If he's so sketchy, then why was Dean praying to him?"

"You know, I can hear you three. I am a celestial being," Castiel says from the living room.

You sigh and walk into the living room to face the demon.

"Sam, Dean, and Y/N Winchester with the little Winchester babies. Oh, the thoughts she had about you two. Mostly you, Sam. What can I say? She has a thing for smutton chops," the demon smirks.

"Alright, you douchebag, listen--"

Castiel suddenly stabs his angel blade through the back of her hand, causing the demon to scream out in pain. Maryann starts crying again, so you take her from Sam's arms and use your magic to constantly comfort her. You place her over your shoulder so her face is turned away from the violence. You pat her back soothingly and keep an eye on Castiel.

"Who told you about the crypts?" the angel demands.

"I thought angels were supposed to be the good cops." Castiel raises his angel blade again, and the demon whimpers in pain. "Wait! Stop! Stop!! We have a hostage! It's one of Crowley's pets. She's at the Murray Hotel, down by the interstate. She knows the towns where all the crypts are buried. She saw them all back in the day."

"Is she the one who told you about the parchment?" Sam asks.

"What parchment?!"

That's confirmation that Castiel is lying to you. He isn't looking for some parchment, but you believe that there is something important hidden in one of the crypts.

"Hey!" Dean growls. "Do you think he's the only bad cop in this room? Stop lying! We know what you're really looking for."

"No. I am telling you, we're looking for--"

To shut her up, Castiel stabs the angel blade into Wendy's chest, killing her instantly. He isn't acting like himself, and you're going to make it your goal to figure out why he's acting like this.

"Cas! What the hell was that?!" Sam asks loudly.

"It told us what we needed."

"No, she didn't! You can't just--"

"I started this hunt without you because I didn't want anything to slow me down. We have to get to the motel now," Castiel interrupts Sam.

In a flash, Castiel is gone.

"Shit. Go!"

You three leave Wendy where she is to head back to the car. You and Dean strap in Joanna and Maryann before taking off. This is a small town, so the interstate isn't far from where Wendy lives. You're at the motel in record time. When you get there, you see a flash of white light shine from the windows on the third floor. Sam and Dean jump out of the car, but you stay behind to get the kids out.

When you get them both ready, you race up to the third floor to see the three men glaring at each other inside the living room. On the floor are two demons with their eyes burned out.

"Thanks for waiting," you sigh.

"The hostage is in there," Castiel points to the bathroom door.

Dean walks over to the door and opens it, revealing a blonde Meg who looks like she had too many beatings.

"Great, this bitch," you roll your eyes. "Why isn't she dead yet? This blonde look you got going on, doesn't really work for you."

"What have you been up to?" she grins, looking at Joanna and then at Maryann.

"Shut up."

"Could you at least heal me?"

"The only thing I'll do for you is kill you, so shut the fuck up," you growl.

You bring your kids as farthest you can get from her while Castiel removes her restraints. He brings her to one of the beds so you all can talk.

"So, I have to ask. What's up with the hair?" Dean asks.

"Aww. Thanks for noticing, Dean, but this wasn't my idea. It was Crowley's, and it's just another reason I want to stab him in the face."

"Wait a second. You've been telling Crowley the location of Lucifer's crypts," Sam states the obvious.

"What can I say? I needed a break from the constant torture, and I did visit them all during my time with Yellow Eyes. Don't worry. I haven't exactly been giving them good leads."

"You mean you've been lying to them." Castiel corrects.

"I just get them in the ballpark. Enough time has passed and enough has changed that they bought it."

"Why lie?"

"To buy myself time, dumbass.

"Wait, so a bunch of innocent people died so you could buy yourself some time?" Sam asks angrily.

"Hi, I'm Meg. I'm a demon," she says sarcastically.

"What have they found?"

"Shit. Every crypt's been one Al Capone's vault after another. On top of that, someone kept picking up the trail and icing demons. I'm guessing that was you, Castiel, but Crowley just keeps sending more. He's hell-bent on finding that Angel Tablet."

"There's an angel tablet?" you say and look at Castiel.

"You're dumb for a witch. Crowley found out Lucifer had it and figures it's stashed in a crypt."

"Well, this is news to me, as well," Castiel says unconvincingly. "The demons I interrogated must have been lying about their true intentions."

Your eyes narrow in suspicion. He's still lying to you, but why?

"Are you sure? Looks to me like you could have gotten that demon to talk if you hadn't killed her," you glare at Castiel.

"You're all missing the point. I lied to them, which means they're digging in the wrong place. They'll be back here soon. So, who's up for fleeing?"

"She's right. We need to find those crypts before they do. Meg, you're the only one who's been there," Sam agrees.

"We need your help," Castiel nods.

"Great," you sigh.

"Do any of you dummies have a map?" she chuckles.

"No, but we know of one right down to the lines on the street. It's in a basement."

With two people who can teleport, it's more than enough power to teleport everyone, including your children, back to the basement with the clay model of the town. You're not worried about Mr. Morton coming back since he told you he is going to stay with his sister. He wants nothing to do with this house. Meg studies the map with careful eyes before pointing to a specific part.

"There. That's where the crypt was."

"What's there now?" you ask.

"Do I look like Google to you? None of these buildings were here way back in the day. Figure it out, genius. Is there any booze in this dump?"

Meg walks up the basement stairs to the rest of the house, and Castiel follows her.

"He lied to us," you say as soon as they are gone.

Sam made sure he brought his laptop with him to this, so he pulls it out and logs into Google Maps.

"I can kind of understand why. I mean, an angel tablet? If the demon tablet can shut the gates of Hell, what can the angel tablet do?"

"It doesn't matter. He lied to us, Sam, and that means he wanted to keep it hidden from us. He doesn't want us to have the angel tablet. Why? He's not acting like himself."

"Another problem for another day. Here it is. According to this, the crypt has to be below an abandoned building."

On the screen is a satellite image of the building.

"Good times. You really think we can trust, uh, Meg-stiel?" Dean smiles at his word play.

"No, but what choice do we have?"

"I hate this. I'll work with her, but I'm not going to be nice about it," you say and hold Maryann close to you.

Once Sam takes a picture of the map on his phone, he shuts the laptop, and the three of you head upstairs where Castiel and Meg are.

"We got it. Let's get this over with so we can part ways faster," you sigh.

You wish you didn't have to do this at night, but it's the best time to get this over with. Joanna is snuggled up in Dean's arms, Maryann is in yours, and you have only one thought: protect your children. If demons are looking for crypts, then they will come for this one soon, and that means you'll have to do whatever necessary to protect your kids.

"So, this is it. Shall we?" Meg asks.

"Cas, Y/N, and I will head in. Sam, you stay outside with Meg. We got this."

"What are you talking about, Dean? I'm not letting you go in there alone."

"He won't be alone," you and Castiel say at the same time.

"That's not what I mean. Meg can hang here and watch our backs."

"What, now you trust Meg?" you scoff.

"Hey, I got you this far."

"Shut up," you, Dean, and Sam say at the same time.

"Sam, we saw your bloody rag in the trash can, okay?"

Sam freezes when he realizes he's been caught.

"That wasn't--"

"Just stop talking," you sigh. "Sam, we don't know what's in there, okay? It could get worse for you."

"I'm fine."

"No, you're not fine. You haven't been fine since the first trial. That's why I called Cas," Dean says.

"Trial?" Meg says, interested.

"Shut up, Meg."

"Dean, I'm telling you that I'm okay."

"No, you're not," Castiel sighs. "You're damaged in ways even I can't heal. Dean and Y/N are right. You should stay here and protect Meg."

"Since when do I need protection?"

"Since you were held captive and tortured for over a year."

"Touché," Meg shrugs.

"We'll be back."

You and Castiel walk to the abandoned building while Dean takes out the demon-killing knife. He hands it over to Sam before joining you and the angel.

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