#st x y/n

[p-antomime]

there is no 'icky' without (c)h(iy)o.

𖦹 minors don’t interact. ┊ wc: 3,2K.

𖦹 content: mean dom!haruchiyo, unprotected sex, breeding kink, impregnation, non-con, groping, manipulation, praise kink, use of the words 'princess pussy' & 'bimbo pussy', cunniligus, somnophilia, fingering, incest, hints of pervy!haruchiyo, dark content.

𖦹 pairings: big bro!sanzu haruchiyo x lil sis!bimbo!f!reader.

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— She doesn't like boys. — Haruchiyo spoke angrily, glaring at Rindou when he saw him mention your name in the middle of a conversation that had started sporadically between the younger Haitani and Kokonoi.

He wasn't paying attention until your name was mentioned.

— Yeah, yeah, I know, bruh, you say that every time we talk about her. — Rindou retorted, taking a cigarette from one of his pants pockets along with the lighter given to him by Ran to light it and put it between his lips. — But, I was just commenting that it's been a while since I've seen her, she's still a student at that... — He stopped talking to take a drag on his cigarette before letting the smoke out. — University in Kyoto?

Haruchiyo's jaw clenched in irritation, although his friend's tone was light and apparently without ulterior motives.

There were few things that really irritated Sanzu Haruchiyo, having your cute name in other men's mouths was one of those things. No one should have the right to savor the act of talking about you other than him.

Neither should Takeomi, although he was an older brother of both yours and his.

Honestly, he could hardly remember the last time he had seen you out with a boy other than him. Maybe it had been months before you entered college after a long year of trying because you were not the smartest person in the world, but now that was the past. Both college and your other stupid boys who weren't your beloved older brother with pink hair and diamond-colored eyes.

You had spent long months complaining about the university to Haruchiyo, so nothing fairer than for your big brother to drop out for you, right? This way you could remain a kind of housewife to him, always waiting for him to come back from days at the Bonten that usually required him to arrive at the apartment at almost dawn.

Besides, the only news that came from you to Takeomi's knowledge was passed on through Sanzu's mouth, who always said that it was not necessary for the eldest of the Akashi siblings to visit you at the apartment, after all, what use would that be? What did he want with you? To see if you were all right? Obviously you were fine, with your big brother who knew you were a complete bimbo and yet treated you like a little princess made of glass about to break.

In the end, that's exactly what you were, wasn't it? His little sister that he loved so much that his heart nearly exploded with love every time you showed him some stupid new game you had found to buy on the Internet.

And those times you were fidgeting and obsessing over a new game, playing it on the huge television he bought you to put in the room he shared with you, his hands were under your pajama shirt fondling your tits and using them as stress balls just to watch your breathing quicken as his fingers rubbed your nipples and his mouth said: 'Oh, look! I can see ‘em over your shirt, you're such a cutie, sis' in a falsely innocent tone.

— Yes. — Sanzu chose to lie in his answer. — Actually, I think she has a lot of tests this week, so I don't even get to see her properly. She stays in her room in my apartment and sometimes doesn't even come out to eat. — Rindou took another slow drag on his cigarette.

— I thought there was only one bedroom in your apt, Haru.

— She asked me to start using the other one I didn't use before, so theoretically there are three bedrooms in my apartment. — Haruchiyo replied, raising a hand toward his friend as if asking permission to take the cigarette from his lips, and Rindou let him briefly take possession of the pack.

— Daaaaaaaamn...! — Kokonoi stretched, watching them both and taking a deep breath. — You two are weird.

— He's the one who gets weird with his sister. — Rindou replied, taking back his cigarette as soon as Haruchiyo let the smoke out right in his face. — It even looks like... — They stared at each other and Kokonoi swallowed hard. — Nah, never mind.

— What? — Haruchiyo asked, crossing his arms before letting eyes fall on the watch on his wrist.

It was almost eleven o'clock at night and you were probably at home wondering where your brother was.

— Nothing, bruh, never mind! — Rindou huffed. — It was no big deal. — His playful smile and mischievous tone made Haruchiyo realize that it was a lie.

— Weirdos. — Kokonoi grumbled watching Kakucho pass them and it was the perfect cue for Haruchiyo to get up and drive away.

It had been hours since he had felt your arms around him, and he was missing it. Your breasts pressing against his back or chest, your waist that was made to be held by the only man who loved you the most, your mouth with that bright smile that always appeared when he came home dead tired and sometimes with a few blood stains on his shirt or collar.

— See ya tomorrow! — Sanzu exclaimed and received two nods of agreement. — That is: if y’all don't get run over.

A chuckle escaped Rindou's lips and Kokonoi could hardly force himself not to have the corner of his lips curl into a wry smile. They knew what Haruchiyo was referring to.

Soon after, he went to find his own car parked at the corner closest to Mikey's mafia-dominated building and took the keys from his pants pocket that had attached to them a small donut keychain that you had bought for him one of the times he had accompanied you to the mall. You said that day that the doughnut was as good as your older brother and Haruchiyo, instead of finding it too cute and blushing, used the memory of you calling him 'good' to get off in the hallway with your door half-open while your body lay asleep on the bed in pajamas that barely covered your ass.

He had to bite the lip to stifle a cynical chuckle as he opened the car door, got in and put the keys in the ignition before texting you that he was coming home. And you usually responded in less than three minutes, but as soon as the car passed the second traffic light and no message had been returned, your brother started to get a little worried, a little suspicious.

Sanzu started to drive a little faster, wondering if Takeomi hadn't come to visit you to convince you to leave him and go back to college, after all, you were dumb enough to open the door of the apartment for anyone you deemed trustworthy; which was not good judgment. Besides, Takeomi was still your brother and you were always so warm to your family.

As soon as he arrived at the building after parking the car and taking the elevator to go from the basement to the first floor, Haruchiyo spent a few more seconds of sending another message. With no reply, he began to get a little irritated as he pressed the button for the floor of his apartment.

— Y/N? — He called out to you as he opened the door and looked around.

Practically everything was in place, with the exception of your slippers lying in front of the living room sofa. No discrepant male voice, nothing strange except for the lack of your voice reverberating through the place to answer your older brother's call.

— I'm home, where's my girl?! — Haruchiyo spoke a little louder, passing through the hallways, going to the kitchen, going to the bathroom, going even to the pantry and the huge balcony of the apartment.

Until his eyes fell on the ajar bedroom door with the lights off and his body went to it, swinging it open without the least bit of delicacy.

Oh, there you were. Looking like a sleeping angel wearing something that wasn't really your pajamas, but one shirt of his, which he only wore to formal Bonten meetings. Your arms were hugging one of the pillows on the bed probably trying to reproduce the warmth of your older brother's body, deep down you had gotten used to sleeping with him by your side and it was rare that he woke up without your arms around him. You had moved around too much trying to find a comfortable position to continue sleeping and now there was very little of the comforter left covering your body.

— Oh, it's a lil’ early yet. — Sanzu glanced at the watch on his wrist before he approached the bed and leaned forward to brush stray strands of hair away from your sleeping face. — You must be pretty tired today, kinda cute. — His thumb brushed over your lips.

His blue eyes slid down your body slowly, if he opened the shirt two more buttons over your body he might be able to see your tits again just as he always did when you came out of the shower and asked him to get you a towel.

— Mhm, should I? — Haruchiyo looked at your face as if he was waiting for a verbal answer and smiled sideways. — Of course I should, y’know how your bro likes your tits, don't ya? — His hands slid down your shoulders and torso to the buttons on the shirt and opened them. — Nothing fairer than to let him see ‘em! — A chuckle escaped his lips and seconds later your tits were free to be groped.

Just seeing your breasts with nothing covering them was enough for him to feel his cock throbbing inside his pants. His tongue running over the lips just as his fingers squeezed and massaged your tits gently to not wake you up.

— Oh wait, what day ‘s it? — He reached for the cell phone to check the date and gave a slight mocking chuckle when he saw that it was Thursday. — Oh, Thursday, do y’know what that means, pretty thing? — Haruchiyo looked at you, still asleep. — That today was the day of your weekly inspection and you chose to sleep, what kind of big brother would I be if I left the inspection for another day? — A heavy, forced sigh escaped him as his body knelt on the bed and hands were placed on your knees to slowly pull them apart. — No panties? You were ready for this before you went to sleep, weren't you? Cutie!

A low moan escaped Sanzu's lips as he saw your bare pussy begging to be fingered or sucked. His hands slid down your thighs and slowly massaged them, enjoying the soft flesh. His dick starting to feel uncomfortable confined in the pants and a grunt came from his lips as soon as one of his palms fell on his shaft to massage it over the fabric barrier.

Haruchiyo's other hand placed the thumb over your clit beginning to rub it and your body slowly stirred against the bed sheets. The immediate response was to make your pussy gradually wetter and your older brother's simultaneous action was to unbutton the pants to release his cock and begin slowly pumping it in the same pace as the finger against your nerves.

— Aww, you're so easy, aren't you? Your body has even gotten used to my touch, how cute. — Sanzu leaned over with his breathing slowly picking up speed and let a trickle of saliva fall onto your pussy to spread it around its folds before sliding two fingers. — Fuck, you're still as tight as ever, just like the first time I touched you in that college bathroom, I can fuck you over and over and you'll still look like a virgin to me, won't you? — A chuckle escaped his lips as he saw your body stir again, face still completely calm and inexpressive against one of the pillows.

Sanzu curved fingers inside you, feeling your walls squeezing them almost like an instinctive primal movement, and the wet sounds of his hand moving on his cock and coming from your pussy being widened were driving him crazy. The situation only got better for him if his little sister was awake trying not to moan as he reached deeper inside her.

— Damn, your lil’ princess pussy loves my fingers, doesn't it? You always take ‘em so well, especially when you complain about that tingling sensation between your legs. — Haruchiyo bent down to take your clit in his mouth and suck it while increasing the pace on his own dick. — And your big bro ‘s always here to help you with these things, I'm a great brother to you!

He groaned against your heap of nerves, feeling your walls squeezing his digits as if they were trying at the same time to push out and take deeper still.

Haruchiyo's eyes rose to stare at your now sleeping face with mouth ajar and chest rising and falling a little faster than before. Probably your body was trying to deal with a few sparks of pleasure, but the subconscious wasn't ready to fully wake up yet.

His cock twitched against his hand as soon as a slightly more extreme idea crossed his mind and, soon after, a smile appeared on his lips before both hands went to rest on your thighs to pull your body gently to the middle of the bed and hold you wide open before his eyes.

— You don't mind your big bro using you as a cocksleeve, right? It's not like your 'Chiyo-nii has never fucked you before. — He massaged your thighs before opening your folds with his thumbs and watching the entrance leak more and more. — Oh, of course you don't mind, you bimbo pussy is always ready to be fucked by me.

Haruchiyo raised himself a little to let his shaft be in front of your entrance and slowly guided your body against his. First the pink tip, then inch by inch, all the way to the base. Walls clenching against him as if they were used to having a dick as long as his widening them, your brother's head falling back and his arms almost giving way at the wave of pleasure that swept over every fiber of him.

Every time Sanzu sank inside your tight pussy, his head automatically recalled the first time he coerced you into letting him 'teach you how to pleasure a man properly' because you had gotten a jerk boyfriend in college and Haruchiyo couldn't let anyone but him take your virginity. After all, he is your big brother, he who takes care of you, he who protects you from harm from other men, he who was always there wiping your tears when that same guy broke up with you claiming that you 'were too weird with this jackass you called a bro’.

That same day you asked your older brother what 'jackass' meant and he asked you who had taught you that ugly word and that you weren't supposed to repeat it anymore, because your mouth was too cute to be verbalizing that kind of nasty stuff. And the week after that, Haruchiyo was sending Bonten's goons to kick your little asshole (ex)boyfriend's ass while he was eating you out of that very bed.

The pace of his dick inside you started slow, going in and out slowly, enjoying the feel of your raw gummy walls pressing against him. His hands settled on your waist to keep you still and mouth eventually fell on one of your tits to molest your nipple.

It didn't take long for Haruchiyo to start really pounding inside your tight pussy, your body sometimes rising too high until the head almost hit the headboard of the bed, his moans starting to become audible even through the hallway leading to the bedroom, your unconsciousness beginning to give signs that it was going to force you awake.

His blue eyes rolling upward each time his cock went deeper and occasionally rubbed against that sweet spot he knew all too well inside you.

— Fuck! — He grunted, his fingers digging into the skin of your waist both aiming to leave marks there and to wake you up using little twinges of pain mixed with the pleasure of having your cunt used. — Even in your sleep, you still manage to take me like such a good girl in that princess pussy of yours, don't you? — A chuckle escaped his lips.

Haruchiyo began to imagine what your face would look like if you were awake, how your eyes would roll up every time the tip of his dick kissed your cervix, how your mouth would be reproducing the sweetest sounds in the world.

Yes, he was a very gross, icky big brother. And he liked being that way.

Your face sank a little against the pillow below your head, the muscles in your legs slowly began to flex and one of Sanzu's hands caught your chin and forced you face to face with him. He wanted the first thing you would see when you woke up to be the dilated pupil eyes and flushed cheeks of your big brother who loved you so much.

His cock twitched against your walls as soon as he could hear a small whimper coming from deep in your throat. His little girl was waking up from getting her pussy pounded.

His hand went from your waist to your clit, rubbing it with more pressure than before, and it was the last escape valve you needed to wake up with sleepy eyes. Your mind trying to focus on something other than your rapid heartbeat and the wet noises coming from your pussy and a loud moan escaping your big brother's throat.

— Haru... Chiyo? — You whispered, almost in a whimper, bringing hands to your eyes and rubbing them.

That was the last thing Haruchiyo needed to cum deep inside you with eyes rolling up and some drool running down the chin. Your big brother's warm cum filling you to the brim and impregnating you completely, making you his girl without needing permission. Your walls draining all his liquid to the last drop and you moaning loudly at the internal pressure of the jets.

— Wha-what we... — His mouth covered yours in a kiss as his fingers applied more pressure to your clit and pushed you into an orgasm you didn't even know your body was about to face.

— Shush mhm, pretty thing. — Sanzu whispered giving a few more thrusts into you, fucking his cum a little deeper. — I'm just doing that inspection you always liked. — He left light kisses on your lips before he pulled out and watched his cream begin to leak in thick rivulets from your entrance seconds later, at the end, you were still too tiny for how much he was cumming. — Feels good, doesn't it? — His hand pressed deep into your tummy for more cream to ooze out of you. — Your brother's hot cum on your pretty lil’ pussy.

One hand of his took one of yours to take your fingers to your pussy, wet them in his cum and brought them to your ajar mouth.

— Suck, pretty. — And you obeyed, moaning against them as you felt the slightly salty taste of your brother's seed against your tongue. — What do we say to your big bro after an inspection?

— T-Thank you, 'Chiyo-nii! — You gasped, watching him smile broadly before planting a kiss at the corner of your lips.

— That's right, bimbo princess, you're so smart!

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[aphroditedahlias]

Stepdad Touya x reader 18+

ᗪᗩY 3: ᑕᕼᗴᗩTᗴᖇ

𝗧𝘄 : 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆? 𝗡𝗼𝗻 𝗰𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝘂𝗯 𝗰𝗼𝗻,stepcest, coercion, pussy spanks.

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Your mother is in her 40’s, the only reason she married Touya so fast is because she knows she has little chance at finding someone at her age. She fell for him too quick.

Too quick to notice the way he looks at you.

Too quick to notice that anytime his gaze should be on her, it’s on you.

It’s wrong.

He’s supposed to be paying attention to your mother. But he never does.

It’s dinner now, he decided to cook. The house is filled with the smell of different cultural foods and the table is stuffed with every corner containing a different pot to fit everyone’s desire.

“ dad, what’s the special occasion?” You ask, holding a spoon of mashed potatoes to your lips, too big of the scoop that has it falling all over you as you take a bite.

Touya swallows at the sight, feeling his face start to redden and his pants get tighter letting his imagination run wild.

“ uhh you know I like to treat my girls sometimes, I haven’t made < insert favorite foods> in a bit so I thought it’d be nice.” He says, his voice straining as he tries to hide his arousal.

That’s not why he did this.

He did it because he’s been hiding how he feels about you for too long.

Tonight is when he will indulge in the fantasy he’s been yearning for. The fantasy that allows him to cum when he’s stuffing your mother full, imagining it’s you.

But he deserves it no? Daddy’s have needs too.

He spoils the both of you rotten, gifting your mother with flowers every time he comes home from work. Bringing her a new designer purse that she shows off to her friends, just like she did with the absolute rock he got her for their wedding.

He never wears it, he says it’s too flashy and uncomfortable for him.

The only uncomfortable thing is the thought that you and him would be a much better pair than him and your mother.

He wishes he didn’t feel like this but he can’t help it.

You don’t dress provocatively in any manner, wearing sweatpants and sweatshirts every day.

Maybe you’re trying not to tempt him.

Dinner is almost finished, half of the food hasn’t been eaten but he doesn’t care. This was only to say sorry In advance for what he was going to do to you.

When it’s time to relax on the couch that he spent over 4,000 on without blinking, you sit right across from him. Your mother is cuddled into his side while his arm hangs loosely behind her over the couch. She’s placing gentle kisses on his neck while whispering to him how good the food was and how he deserves a special treat tonight. What she doesn’t know is She’s late, he’s already decided on helping himself to a special treat for the night.

He thinks you’re teasing him. The way you sit so prettily in a crisscross position leaving little to imagine with your loose shorts making the sides of your cunt so visible to him. The way your pajama shirt is loose hanging as well, letting your hardening nipples show because of the soft breeze coming from the window.

Fuck.

Touya is nearly fucking the air from how desperate he’s gotten from sitting there watching you.

You look like an airhead. You look like you don’t have a clue about what’s going on around you. He wants you to look at him, make eye contact something that will signify you notice him. Something that will give him the motivation to finish the movie night off without socking your aggravating ass mother in the face.

When you take a chug from your drink, allowing it to lightly drip down your chin and spill on your shirt making it cling to you. It’s almost see-through.

He can’t focus. If he just squints his eyes, if he just sits up a little taller and Scooches a bit loser to the edge of the couch maybe he’ll be able to catch a glimpse of what you’ve been teasing him with.

Your mother ruins it, just like she always does.

“ mm, should we head to bed?” She says, maneuvering her hand under their shared blanket to palm his erection.

He has to hide his face of disgust. Did she think he was hard for her? Absolutely not.

He fake yawns and blinks slowly at her, putting on an act of sleepiness hoping she will take the hint and head to bed by herself, and she does.

“ oh I’m sorry you cooked for long I bet you’re tired, I’ll toss in before you you can finish the movie if you want.” She says, almost placing a kiss on his lips but he makes his head gently turn so she can’t notice how he’s avoiding her touch. The kiss lands on his cheek instead and she tucks the covers around him before getting up to take her leave.

“ goodnight princess, you guys can finish the movie without me.” Your mother states, blowing you a kiss and heading in the direction of her and touyas shared room.

Half of the movie passes with Touya trying not to take himself out of his pants. You look cold so he figures it’s the perfect time to finally get the reward he feels so deserving of.

“ babygirl why don’t you come sit with daddy? I have all this extra cover and you look so cold.” He says.

You blush, still not used to him narrating himself as your stepfather but none the less you contemplate going over there. Your shirt is still a sticky cold mess, only adding to your discomfort as the breeze gets heavier outside making goosebumps arise on the surface of your skin. You’re about to deny, rubbing your arms together and blowing on the palms of your hand before he lifts the covers and you see the amount of space he has near him to fit you and give you warmth.

“ okay…” you say in a low voice.

His eyes darken as he watches you tiptoe with cold feet over to the other side of the room, closer to him. His heart pumps faster as he watches you make yourself comfortable.

You’re too far, that just won’t do. Instead of cracking a joke so that you’d willingly come closer to him, he yanks you into his lap and buries his face in your neck. He feels you go stiff as your try to wiggle out of his tight hold.

“ Touya…” you say, voice too whiny for him not to stop himself from spreading your legs over his thighs.

“ shh shh, baby let me warm you up.”

If by warming you up he means licking and sucking bruises into your neck while ghosting his hands over your hard nipples is what he means then you’re not sure if you want to be warm.

“ don’t be stiff ok? Daddy just wants you warm. Relax. How’s college?“ he asks trying to distract you and himself from how close he is to humping your clothes cunt.

The question is random. He never asks about college unless he’s proposing he buys you something that would make studying easier.

You don’t answer which makes him click his tongue.

“ Nevermind then.”

It stays quiet for a few minutes but then you feel him go from ghosting over your clothes nipples to subtly sliding his hands under your shirt.

You’re too old to be frozen at this moment. He’s your mom’s husband for Christ's sake, why can’t you just get up, tell him to stop something.

You can’t focus on the guilty feeling because he takes your nipples in between his fingers, taking his time rolling and pinching them until you writhe from the uncomfortable soreness the overstimulation brings.

His hands leave from under your shirt and travel down to where your legs are spread over his. He presses warm kisses down your neck as he massages the growing wet spot, making your shorts stick to the inside of your folds which he can imagine is much too uncomfortable.

“ Okay, Touya stop it.”

Before stating it out loud you repeated the sentence in your head a million times, telling yourself that you’re doing the right thing by saying no to him. Telling yourself that you aren’t enjoying the way his fingers make you feel. Telling yourself that you’ll sound confident and stern, that he’ll for sure let you off of his lap when he hears your tone. What you don’t expect is the dark chuckle he lets out against your neck before he says something that makes your veins go ice cold.

“ just be a good girl for daddy. I’m not asking you to do anything, just let me keep you warm unless you want your mom to know hmm? Want her to know how her only daughter tried to steal her only chance at happiness? Her only chance at finding real love at her age? You know how heartbroken she’ll be when she finds out you threw yourself onto me like a worthless slut, desperate for a cock to sit on? You want that?“

His condescending tone paired with his vile words give this illusion of options for what you want to do, but you know your only real choice is to sit here and let him have his way. Your mom deserves it, she’s wanted someone like him for so long and who are you to mess it up?

You sigh and shake your head, letting out a meek “no” that has him smirking against your neck once again.

“ glad you see things my way.”

His fingers continue to rub gentle circles into your clothed clit, making you move in the discomfort of having the wet fabric cling to you.

He takes notice and taps your thighs with 2 fingers, signaling for you to raise your hips for him. He tugs your shorts down and although he can’t see under the blanket, he can imagine the sticky arousal that creates a string connecting you and the shorts as he peels them away from your already sore pussy.

The feeling of his soft, warm fingers working fast circles into your clit while continuously dipping down the outer ring of your hole to collect more juices have you biting your lip to conceal your moans.

“ it’s ok to make noise, she can’t hear but I want to hear how good I’m making you feel. Can you do that for me please?”

The condescending tone he keeps using makes your head spin with anger. M

How dare he put you in this situation and act like he deserves anything from you?

Instead of protesting you just continue to naw your bottom lip, tasting copper from the skin breaking under pressure.

Your eyes nearly cross when he suddenly pushes two fingers into you at once, and they do cross when he curves them upwards, hitting a special spot that you didn’t know existed.

Your tongue rolled out of your mouth, making drool slide your face making Touya smile at the sight of you fucked good on his fingers. He uses his free hand to pull at your shirt chases a small tear to appear before he pulls harder and it rips clean in half. Your tits spill out, catching the drool dripping from your hanging tongue.

And why would Touya waste this opportunity? He slowly rubs his free fingers across your tongue and onto your face creating an even stickier mess than before. Once your face is almost completely covered in your own spit he gently shoved his fingers into your mouth, testing your gag reflex.

The motion of his fingers in your mouth and in your cunt is going at the same pace, making you dizzy at the stimulation plus the shortness of breath.

His fingers go the same speed for a while before he slowly picks up the pace of his fingers scissoring you open, he starts to slam into your heat making your hips buck at the sensation, desperate to reach your high.

He won’t let you though. Because when you are so close to reaching your end, eyebrows scrunch and hands bunched into his shirt he slips his fingers out of you making you cry and clench at the feeling of emptiness he’s left you with.

“ oh, baby wanted to cum? I thought you wanted me to let you go? Now you wanna get off on my fingers?“ he says, placing small slaps on your pussy making you recoil at the sound of your wetness splashing, even over the volume of the movie still running in the background.

“ I can help you but you lied to me. You made me feel bad you need a punishment right?” He says still placing slaps on your aching pussy.

You don’t say anything but the needy whine you let out is enough for him.

“ count.”

You’re confused but when he roughly tugs the covers that were covering the sight he so desperately wanted to see and he places a harsh slap between your folds all you can do is cry out.

The sight of you spread over your mother’s husband's lap is terrifying. It’s terrifying because of the amount of slick that’s dripped onto the couch and had been spread over yours and his thighs. This is terrifying because you know you’re still hoping to reach your high so you count.

“ one.” You say, nearly whispering but it’s loud enough for him to hear.

Another slap.

“ two.”

Two more slaps, then three.

“ three, ouch please, four, five, six, seven.” You count tears now running down your face rapidly.

They aren’t general slaps, he’s putting his wrist into it and you’re not sure how you're going to take his fingers even after the sting of his harsh hits calm down.

“ almost there baby? You’re doing so good for me yeah? Just a little more.”

You make it to 15 slaps when you’re full-on breaking down, sobbing while he fans your sore entrance allowing cool air to soothe you.

“ such a good girl. Now you ready for your reward?”

Once again, you don’t answer. You’re not sure you even want the reward. You want to sleep, you want to rest, you want a shower to clean off the mess in between your thighs.

But Touya doesn’t think about that. He only thinks about lifting your hips so he can finally release his painful erection. He forced his face between the confined space of your neck as he bumps the tip of his cock against your clit. Your body jerks and wiggles at the sensation but he holds your hips tight against his not letting you get far.

You look down to see about 8 inches of pure veiny length, it’s thick too. The head is swollen and his balls look plump, full of cum you hope he won’t empty into you. You let out another needy whine at the sight, imaging how it’s going to feel to be full of it. The sound makes him throb, surprising you with the movement of his heavy shaft.

He calls it your reward but it’s not.

It’s his reward.

It’s his reward for all the times he spent Fûcking into your mother wishing it was you. It was his reward for watching so innocently as you brought guy friends over to study knowing they wanted you in the same way he did.

This was for him.

So he starts to impale you on his cock, not thinking about comfort and only using you as a flashlight for his please he doesn’t feel bad.

He doesn’t feel bad as his thick tip is pressed tightly against your cervix and your body writhes with the unfamiliar stretch of something so girthy inside of it.

He only gives you about 30 seconds to adjust before roughly grabbing hold of your left tit and slamming his hips up into yours.

You can’t hold back anymore. The sound of his balls slapping against your needy aching clit. The sound of his groans in your ear as he works you open in his cock. The feeling of his throbbing veins against your creamy walls.

You almost scream from the pleasure of it all.

He begins to roll your nipple in between pointer finger and thumb making you gasp at the added pleasure.

“ nghh Touya harder please harder.” You beg.

“ daddy. It’s daddy baby girl, say it properly.”

“ daddy harder please.” You whine, humping him in any way you can despite the hard pouring his giving you from under.

“ want daddy to go harder on this little hole? Knew you were just a little slut. That’s why you sit so open for me, having this slutty pussy on display for everyone. That ends here, this little pussy? It’s all mines don’t let anyone see it and definitely don’t let anyone touch it yeah?” He says, panting harder in your ear as he grips your chin to turn your face towards him.

You nod and look at his eyes swapping between looking at his lips, wanting him to close the space.

He takes the hint and smashes his lips against yours, moving his hand down to work at your engorged clit.

He’s slamming into you so hard your legs start to shake and your tell if you’re still spread over him on the couch or if you’re floating.

You struggle to kiss him back at his fingers love quicker against your clit.

his tongue is exploring your mouth, going down your throat to licking and sucking at your own tongue with urgency.

“ c’mon baby makes a mess, show me what this pretty pussy can do show me what I’ve been waiting for.” He says, now nibbling at your already bruised bottom lip.

The word are foggy and don’t click in your brain but your body understands what he says, immediately setting your face to where your eyebrows are raised, your eyes cross and your mouth opens too wide for it not to hurt.

You cream so hard around him as he humps yourself throat your orgasm it’s hard for him to move.

When he feels you pulse around him yet loosens up, he takes it as a chance to spin you around while you’re still split open on his cock and put your chest to his.

He grips your hips hard and slams you down, now chasing his own high while simultaneously catching each of your hardened nipples in his mouth every time you come down on him.

“ fucking shit you feel so good. Gunna fills you up the way I should’ve from the start. Gunna make you my little wife yeah? Gunna, carry daddy’s babies?” He asks.

You nod your head, wanting to do anything to help him reach his high. And you do, he pounds into you from the bottom while still slamming you down on him before pushing your face into his neck and hold your hips against his.

“ take it take it take it fuck.” He chants into your ears.

You feel warm, sticky cum coat your insides, mixing with your own cream as you both subtly hump each other making the both of you twitch at the painful overstimulation.

“ Daddy? “ you say, pulling your face from his neck.

He raises his eyebrows while still keeping a hold on your hips to keep you from not rocking your hips against his.

“ what about my mom?” You say.

“ don’t worry about her.” He responds, kissing your lips quickly and efficiently.

“ But we’ll be having movie nights more often from now on.”

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[erodasfishtacos]

ST. PAUL

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warnings: smut, daddy kink, 18+

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Harry loves being the center of attention.

It’s really no surprise at this point that he enjoys when tens of thousands of people are watching him perform.

He also secretly loves that people love his wife as well. He swore sometimes he thinks his wife is more popular than him during tour.

YN was didn’t come out from backstage to stand and watch the show right away like she usually did - she was working through some merch issues with Jeff.

Harry noticed that the fans were continuously looking back to where his wife would usually stand for the show.

Between one of the sets, Harry goes about ready some of the posters that fans have brought and he huffs out a faux affronted remark as he reads one out loud.

“I’m only here for your hot wife.”

He jokingly glares at the fan as the crowds laughs, “M’gonna have t’have a talk with security about these posters! Y’hitting on m’wife in front me! She’s not even out here, tough luck mate.”

Then he shimmies away as another song comes on.

A few minutes later, a sign pops up that says, “I want to taste YN’s watermelon sugar.”

Harry gives the person holding the sign a look of disbelief and shakes his head in disapproval at the poster before turning away.

“Should I text him?”

Harry reads from a fan’s board, he holds up his left hand and wriggles his ring finger that is donned in his wedding band, “Y’asking the wrong person, love. I’ve been locked down f’eleven years, don’t know much about the new age of dating!”

He goes on to say, “My only advice is if he’s playing games - don’t do it. Trash, trash, trash. Not for you.”

When YN finally arrives to her usual spot, everyone tries to get a glimpse from where they’re at. It was a thing, everyone wants to not only get a glimpse of Harry Styles’ wife but also her outfit.

There were hundreds of instagram accounts now dedicated to their matching tour outfits.

The short dress she was wearing was made of the same material and color as his shirt *** and she looked stunning as always.

The singer notices all of the attention dart to the side of the arena, where he also spots his beautiful wife smiling with Glenne as they go to their usual spot.

When She ends, Harry walks down the catwalk with a exaggerated pout on his face, giving his wife a pointed look, “I just want to remind everyone, this show’s about me! I’m quite the narcissist so I know m’wife is gorgeous but we’re here f’me!”

The crowd erupts in laughter and playful ‘boos’ as a dimply smile spreads on his face as he adjust his in-ears.

YN bites the inside of her lip, holding back her own giggles at her husband’s boyish antics before she joins along in the boos.

“Alright, alright, no booing me now,” Harry titters like the comedian he is, “Just remindin’ y’who this is all about. Me! But let’s give a round of applause to m’wife who deals with the narcissism on a daily basis!”

The arena does so, thousands of fans capturing their interaction on their phones for people to coo over later.

YN rolls her eyes, laughing at some Glenne says before and then Harry is starting his next song with a few glances over to her until they meet eyes and he blows her a kiss which she returns.

And then a poster pops up in the pit that Harry knows he has to snag - gets a brilliant idea so he asks the fan to pass it forward.

He props his mic back into its stand before turning the poster around and showing it to his wife on the side.

“Show us your tits, respectfully.”

YN flips him off with a giggle before teasing at the collar of her dress which makes Harry’s jaw drop dramatically and he gives her a surprised look before shaking his head. ***

“Don’t y’dare flash the goods! I’m just jokin’ around, this is a family show….” He pauses before prompting the crowd, “Or is it?”

As he performs Lights Up, YN steps forward to the barricade to call over one of the fan who is awestruck as she stumbles over to YN.

“Could I borrow your sign?” YN asks the fan - who was dressed in a sequined suit that looked amazing and she had to compliment her on that too.

“Uh…yeah. He-here,” The girl stutters nervously, passing over the posterboard with shaky hands at meeting YN.

She was sooooo pretty up close, smelled like chanel number five, and smiled warmly enough to make the fan feel comfort.

“Thanks, I’ll give it right back,” YN assures her, stepping back over to Glenne, they giggle together before YN holds it over her head.

“Choke Me Daddy.”

Harry spots it in a mere minute, reading it over and unable to hide the moody, dark expression that flashes across his face before he covers it up by looking elsewhere.

Just the reaction she wanted.

Harry stay away from that side of the stage for a little, YN knows it’s to prevent a very public boner from her behavior.

YN hands it back, agrees to take a few pictures with the girl and her friends before they go back to enjoy the concert.

-

The girl who lent her the sign goes on to make tiktoks about the meeting.

“She was super nice and giggly.”

“She let us take a ton of selfies.”

“When she held it up, Harry like instantly got pissed or turned on or something because he gave her this look and it was intense.”

“Harry was staring at her like the whole concert after she held up that sign.”

“It seemed like YN was purposefully ignoring his signals to make him even more annoyed.”

“Her ring was so pretty.”

“I couldn’t tell who was more attractive, Harry or YN, I think they’re literally the hottest couple alive.”

-

When the concert ends, Harry bolts off stage - waving and blowing kisses to his adoring fans before disappearing into the back.

YN is waiting patiently by the entry, where she usually was, her stomach was tight and bracing for her husband’s reaction.

She wanted to play.

They both knew it.

Hell, the whole arena had known she wanted it.

And to her absolute disappointment, Harry arrives back stage and pulls her into a tight hug. He pulls back gently to kiss her with his large palm cupping her face.

“Hi baby, m’exhuasted. I’ll shower at the hotel,” Harry rasps, peppering a few more soft kisses before intertwining their fingers.

YN has to hide her disappointment that it wasn’t Harry coming back stage, shoving her into his dressing room, and giving it to her hard for the sign she held up.

Nope, during the ride to the hotel, he was cuddly and like a puppy - whining until YN massaged his neck and allowed him to lay his head in her lap.

He doesn’t bring up the sign, just relaxes quietly until they get to the hotel and then just grabs her hand to lead her to their room.

YN tries to settle down the itchy arousal in her belly when Harry goes to shower.

She changes out of her dress into one of Harry’s shirts and goes about folding and organizing both of their suitcases.

After the shower stops, YN hears Harry moves around for a moment until he’s opening the bathroom door.

“Do you want to order room service? I’m star-“

She’s cut off when her husband’s hand reaches down and intertwines into her hair - gentle by firmly pulling her to stand by it and tugging her back into his hard chest.

“Harr-“

“I don’t think so, baby. I think s’daddy, yeah?” Harry hisses against the shell of her ear, “Do y’think I’d forget about y’holding up a sign that said choke me daddy?”

It’s easy for her to slip in a fuzzier, submissive state because she knows her husband will keep her safe and always take care of her.

“You showed that sign fir-“ YN begins to argue back but Harry pulls at her hair to silence her.

“Y’want t’argue or do you want t’be a good girl f’daddy?” Harry asks lowly, his voice threaten and void of any of his normal warmth, “I think ten is a good number, hm? Ten t’your arse?”

“But-“ YN loved to push him, she wanted those ten but she also liked to rile Harry up which was even better when he was adrenaline high from a show.

“Say ‘yes daddy’ or I’ll add five,” He warns, his voice had a delicious rasp from singing and he wraps his hand into her thong and rips it - making her yelp as the elastic snaps against her skin.

YN’s heart is pounding out of her chest, usually she was the one who took Harry by surprise - not the other way around.

Her skin was aching already from the brush burn of the fabric being torn from her sensitive skin, scalp pulsing from the tension on her hair.

“You were so obvious on stage, H. Once I held up that sign, your face gave everything away - that you’re so easy f’me - it’s embarrassing. I’ve been locked down for eleven years,” She imitates his accent in a bratty bite.

Harry snaps, nearly picking her up as he manhandles her over to the large hotel bed and she finds herself on her belly with Harry landing a hard slap to her right cheek.

“Y’think you’re s’fuckin’ cute? Don’t act like it doesn’t get y’soaked seeing all those fans cry f’me and I come home t’you,” He chuckles meanly, “And y’want to call me desperate? Look in the mirror, love.”

YN wriggles a bit but doesn’t have much time before the second and third hit with his rings still on - making it hurt even more.

“Count f’me, sweetheart,” Harry hums, thumbing open her cheeks to lean down and teasing lick her tighter entrance before letting go to land the fourth one.

“F-four,” She chokes out, feeling herself drip onto the sheets and her nipples tighten against the cotton fabric of the shirt she still has on.

“Four what.”

The air in the room is thick, humid as she mumbles against the pillows, “Four daddy.”

“Louder.”

“Four, s’four daddy,” YN moans, tacking on the fifth to her words when he lands on her left cheek and she can tell how sore she’ll be in the morning already.

“Gonna give me fifteen, baby? Or are y’done?” His voice is cautious, checking in to see where she’s at - if they add five more that means she really wants to play. If he stops at five, they both know that means she only wanted to be roughed up a little bit for the night.

“More, please.” YN gasps, shaking her bum in his face before it’s caught with the hardest hit yet and she yelps in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

After they reach fifteen, Harry is flipping her on her back and tugging her shirt off until her breasts spill out and he tugs roughly at a nipple.

“Daddy, please, please,” She whines, her thighs were damp and she was absolutely pulsating for his touch on her.

“I think I deserve an apology f’your behavior tonight,” He whispers against her puffy lips, his cock slipping against her mound lazily, “Desperate f’me even in front of tens of thousands of people. It’s quite cute, darling.”

“Fuck me, fuck me,” YN presses her lips to his eagerly, moaning when he slips between her folds and his tip bumps against her clit.

“Y’have no fuckin’ manners, pet. I think I’ve spoiled y’too much,” Harry admonishes with faux disappoint, pulling back until their centers aren’t touching and landing a smack to her mound.

Then he’s reaching down to thumb at her bud with a relentless pleasure but as soon as she starts to lift her hips into the feeling - he pulls away and tucks two fingers up inside her - repeats that quite a few times.

She felt like she was on fire, she needed him so badly that she wasn’t able to take much more of the teasing.

They usually played for longer, hours sometimes but on tour - it was hard to, both of them bone-tired and knowing they have to get up early and do it again tomorrow.

Harry knows his wife like the back of his hand, knows when she needs more and when she’s hit her limit for the night.

When he sees hot, fat tears spilling from the corner of her eyes, lips full and swollen, and she’s mewling, “Daddy.”

He knows she’s nearly at her limit, he slips inside her with no resistance and has to push for a moment because it feels that euphoric.

“Baby, fuck. Always feel s’fuckin’ good. This body was made f’me, yeah? S’addicitng, s’warm and tight,” Harry praises his wife, kissing her before tugging on her bottom lip with his teeth.

“S’for you, all of it. Ha-Daddy, I’m so close already, do it - c’mon,” She begs, legs wrapping around his narrow waist and pressing her heels into his bum.

They both know what she wants but he wants to hear her say it.

“C’mon, tell me. Say it and I’ll give it t’you,” He rumbles as he thrusts in with loud, smacking noises echoing through the room.

She blinks up at him with twinkling doe eyes, a small smirk on the side of her lips, as she says in a kittenish voice, “Choke me, daddy.”

And like that, his hand is collaring her throat and lightly pressing down until her breathe catches in her throat.

“Come f’me, m’desperate lil’ thing. All those people with those nasty signs and all I can think about it y’perfect cunt,” He murmurs in her ears, pressing just a bit more and then just like clockwork - she tenses and begins to come and he lightens his grip and releases when he follows soon after her.

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[babeydollx]

Three's Company Too {Damon Salvatore & Enzo St. John}

Warnings: cursing, sex, oral sex, threesome, unprotected sex

Pairings: Damon Salvatore x Enzo St. John x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 900+

Summary: There are a few perks to dating Damon Salvatore, one of them being his good friend Enzo St. John

a/n: sorry this was just a random idea I got

You moaned out as Damon was on top of you pounding into you on the couch. You put your hands through his hair but he grabbed your wrists, pinning your arms above your head as he kept thrusting into you.

"But I want to be able to touch you baby.." You whined, your whine was then cut off by your own moan.

"Not today kitten." He breathed out going faster. You threw your head back and moaned out louder, he started kissing your neck.

"Hey Damon- Oh god- Sorry!" He had walked in but froze bc he saw you two fucking on the couch. You jumped and tried to get away from Damon since Enzo walked in but Damon pinned you.

"Did I say you could move?" Damon growled, his hips snapping into yours.

"I- no but.. Enzo-" You said but Damon cut you off.

"Can't you tell that Enzo is liking what he is seeing kitten?" Damon said. You looked over at Enzo and studied him then your eyes trailed down to see the bulge forming in his jeans.

"Maybe.. you should help out Enzo too. Can you help him out babygirl?" Damon said.

"I-" Enzo bit his lip then shook his head. "I can't Damon.. she's your girlfriend." Enzo said.

"Why not? We have talked about having a threesome with someone... who better than you to have as our third." Damon said.

"I- well, Y/N. Are you ok with having me- I- well both of us?" Enzo asked.

"If you two want to, then I obviously want to as well. I could never deny you two boys.." You said.

Right when you said that Damon pulled out of you, making you whine, then he picked you up and took you upstairs to his bedroom, Enzo following the two of you. Enzo took his clothes off and Damon gently tossed you onto the bed making you giggle.

Damon moved so Enzo could walk over to you. Enzo spread your legs and kneeled down. You looked up at Damon.

"Baby.. are you sure you won't get jealous?" You asked.

"Would I be letting him do this if I would get jealous?" Damon asked.

"No.. I guess not.." You giggled a little.

"Plus.. I trust Enzo.. don't you?" Damon asked.

"Of course I do.." You said. While Damon and you had that conversation, Enzo was kissing your inner thighs slowly getting closer to your pussy. You whimpered and put your hands in Enzo hair.

"Please.." You begged him to just eat you out already. Enzo obeyed your wished and dived in. You moaned out and arched your back a little. Damon groaned quietly at the sight of you arching your back and moaning with Enzo eating you out.

You reached over and started to stroke Damon's cock while Enzo ate you out. Damon groaned when you did, throwing his head back. Enzo slid a finger into you making you moan out louder.

"Such a good girl for us.." Damon said as he groaned out.

"Fuck.. I'm close!" You moaned out. Enzo slid a second finger into you, the feeling of his cold ring making you shiver. You kept stroking Damon's dick faster making him groan. You felt a knot forming in your stomach.

"I- fuck! I'm gonna cum- I- can I cum baby?" You said looking up at Damon.

"Cum for us kitten." Damon said and groaned. You moaned out, a wave a pleasure washing over you as you came on Enzo's tongue. Right after Damon came onto your stomach. The two boys flipped you over so you would be on your stomach.

Enzo grabbed your hips and pulled you up so you were in doggy style. Enzo positioned himself with your entrance then thrusted into you making you moan out. While Enzo started fucking you, Damon smacked your ass.

Then Damon walked over to you and you grabbed his cock putting it into your mouth. Damon groaned out as you sucked on his cock, moaning onto it. Enzo slapped your ass and sped up the pace making you moan out louder on Damon's dick.

You used your hand to pump the rest of Damon's length that you couldn't fit into your mouth. Damon groaned out. Damon loved the feeling of you moaning onto his cock. You then started to lazily roll your hips on Enzo's dick.

Both the men moaned out making you feel proud.

Damon then groaned out and came in your mouth, the feeling of his cum hitting the back of your throat make you moan more. Damon pulled his cock out of you mouth and leaned down to kiss you.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum!" You moaned out as Enzo fucked you faster, making it his mission to make you cum. Your eyes rolled back as you saw stars and came on Enzo's cock. Enzo came too, you moaned out quietly when you felt his cum shoot into your pussy.

Enzo pulled out and you giggled laying down on the bed. The two boys laid down on either side of you.

"God that was hot.." Damon said catching his breath.

"It was... did you enjoy that gorgeous?" Enzo asked. You giggled and bit your lip.

"Yeah.. you need to come over more often." You giggled. The boys chuckled. They both kissed your cheeks making you smile and they both held you as you snuggled into them, your eyes fluttering shut.

a/n: so... this was just an idea that came in my head. I hope y'all like this story and sorry that it took so frigging long to release lmao but, It's finally out lmao. If you have any suggestions or requests lmk!

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[mrtwizz]

The Plan - S.H.

Paring: Steve Harrington x fem! reader

Warnings: canon violence, not proof read

Category: Angst/fluff combo

Work count: 8.6k  

Y/n had not planned to spend her entire summer with the group of young teens who called themselves “The Party”, yet here she was with Eleven and Max in Max’s room. They had spent the day prior shopping, Y/n had made plans to hang out with Steve Harrington later that day. 

“Oh! Yeah I’ll call you after my shift, and we can…” Steve didn’t know what they would do. 

“Go for a drive and look at the stars.” Y/n finished for him with a smile. 

“We can do that.” Steve nodded his head, wanting to spend time with the girl. 

To anyone else that was a date, but for Steve and Y/n? It was their usual, they would go out for a drive and Y/n would take him to a spot where you could see the sky and the stars the clearest. She would point out the constellations to him, over and over and he would always pretend that he forgot. Everyone thought Steve Harrington and Y/n L/n were dating, but they weren't, they were “just friends”. Friends who wanted more but would never admit it. 

“Great, I’ll be at Max’s awaiting your call.” Y/n smiled, and left with the two girls. 

Only the call never came. 

“Boys are stupid.” Eleven declared from her spot on the bed. 

“So stupid,” Y/n agreed, “he said he would call right? I thought I made it very clear where I was. Let me call home again.” 

She dialed her home phone once more, “No Y/n, Steve hasn’t called. Are you staying over at Max’s?” Her mother had picked up for the fourth time that night. 

“Yeah, Nancy hasn’t answered either so, and it’s too late for me to be driving anyways so…yeah I’ll stay here. Make sure the girls don’t get into any trouble.” 

Her mom said her goodbyes and hung up. 

“He said that he would call you after his shift.” Eleven recalled. 

“Scum, all of them.” Max said. 

The three girls stayed up gossiping and spying on people through El. Before they finally passed out on various spots on the bed. 

“This is a code red, do you copy? I repeat this is a code red. Max, do you copy? This is a code red.” Lucas’ voice came out from the walkie talkie on the ground next to Max’s bed, she sighed and grabbed it off the floor. 

“Shut up.” Max said aggressively, and pushed the wire down and turned it off. 

A few minutes go by and the phone rings, “You’ve got to be kidding me!” She gets up and picks up the yellow phone, “I’m sleeping! Go away!” She’s about to hang up before someone says something. 

“What are you talking about?...What.” Then Mike hangs up. 

“What did he say?” El asks, all of a sudden the annoyance Y/n had felt moments earlier turned to dread and anxiety. 

“One summer. One summer is all I asked for.” Y/n muttered, before getting up. 

The three got into Y/n’s car and went to the Wheeler’s. 

“Hi Y/n, Nancy isn’t here.” Mrs. Wheeler said as she answered the door. 

“I know…I’m here with these two. Keep them all out of trouble.” Y/n explained. 

“Oh, okay thank you?” 

The three went to the basement where three of the boys were, “Where’s Dustin and Steve?” 

“Don’t know.” Mike rolled his eyes and Will explained that the Mind Flayer isn’t gone. 

“The demodogs died when El closed the gate.” Y/n put her hands in her hair, “Just a few normal months. This wasn’t a part of the plan.” She muttered to herself. 

“How do you know if someone’s flayed?” El asked. 

“Billy?” Y/n asked, Eleven nodded her head wordlessly in reply. 

“Alright in the car, let’s go. Don’t tell my parents how many I can fit in here.” Y/N muttered, heading up the stairs towards her car with the Party in tow.

“This is kinda creepy.” Y/n mentioned as they watched Billy Hargrove from outside the pool's gates. 

“What do you suggest we actually went to the pool?” Mike asked snarkily. 

“Well…it would’ve been less creepy.” Y/n stated, rolling her eyes at the curly haired boy's attitude.

They continued to watch Billy to see if he did anything…abnormal? But to Y/n Billy was all around abnormal, he shows up from California in the middle of the school year and becomes the biggest bully. He takes Steve’s posse of idiots, and turns them into his own in a limited amount of time. That was abnormal. 

“I don’t know, he looks normal to me…” Max said. 

“How many times have you seen him with his shirt on?” Y/n commented on the clothed lifeguard, “If he has an excuse to not wear it, then he won’t.” 

“Okay I guess that it’s not that normal…but-” Max tried to defend her stepbrother. 

Y/n notices that within the almost year she had known Max, she had changed. She went from downright hating Billy to having a sort of love for the boy. 

“More than a little!” Mike cuts her off. 

“He was in a pool of ice.” Lucas adds. 

“The mind flayer likes it cold. Plus everything else,” It was Max’s turn to cut Mike off. 

“He’s lounging at the pool, which is like the least mind flayer thing ever.” 

“Not necessarily.” Will speaks up, and everyone turns to the boy, “The mind flayer likes to hide. He only used me when he needed me. It’s like you’re dormant, and then when he needs you, you’re activated.” He looks at Billy. 

“Okay so we just wait until he’s activated.” Max says.

“No, what if he hurts someone?” Mike asks and looks at the redhead. 

“Or kills someone?” Will asks, really not helping Max’s case. 

“We can’t take that chance.” Mike turns back to face the pool, “We need to find out if he’s the host.” 

Then he gets up to leave, “Where are you going?” El asks. 

“I have an idea, boys only.” 

“Seriously?” Max asks, annoyed as the other two boys follow Mike. 

“Just trust me on this one.” 

Max and El groan, “When does that ever work out?” Y/n asks. 

The three girls sit there waiting for the boys to return. 

“Boys.” El sighs. 

“Boys.” Y/n and Max agree. 

“Okay here’s the plan, we’re going to lure Billy into the sauna. And crank it to two-hundred twenty degrees, and burn it outta him.” Mike says, running back to where the three sat. “You two, stay here and watch Billy.” Mike instructed, and El followed him when he left. 

“I can’t believe that I let a thirteen year old boy tell me what the plan is, yet here I am.” Y/n muttered to herself, mentally cursing Steve for never calling her back. And mentally cursing herself for never outright telling Steve her feelings, but first she wanted to chew him out for saying he’d call then never calling. 

Max and Y/n waited next to Y/n’s car to keep a lookout on the potentially flayed Billy, “This isn’t creepy at all.” Y/n muttered. 

“Mike, are you there?” Max asks in the walkie talkie. 

“Yeah,” 

“Where are you guys?” 

“I’m coming. Just hold on a second!” Mike sounds upset. 

“God, I hope it’s not you.” Max mutters, looking through the binoculars again, “I really hope it’s not you.” 

There’s a sound of desperation in her voice and Y/n feels sorry for the girl. Not being able to imagine the heartache she must be feeling. 

“Hey, even if it is him. We can get it out of him, we did it with Will remember? Joyce was able to make an inhospitable host for the mind flayer, and we can too.” Y/n tries to comfort the red haired girl. 

“You think so?” 

“I know we can, you really don’t have hope in them? I would put all my trust in El, maybe not Mike or Lucas. But El and Will have this, got it?” 

Over the next few hours the teens get ready for their test. 

“I should go give him a piece of my mind.” Y/n mutters, pacing back and forth in front of her car. 

“No, wait for him to finally call you. Then drag him through the dirt, tell him you were waiting for him. You got all ready, only to be stood up.” Maxine said. 

“Yeah-  no. I don’t want to hurt him, Max. I love Steve.” Y/n muttered. 

“We know.” The boys groan. 

“Ignore them, they’re stupid.” Max shushes the boys. 

“Is it really that obvious?” Y/n asks, sitting back down. 

“Yeah.” El said instantaneously. 

“Mhm.” Mike agrees. 

“Definitely.” Lucas says. 

“Kinda.” Will mumbled. 

“Great! So all of Hawkins knows that I love him, except for him?” Y/n groans, throwing her hands up. “Whatever, the pool’s about to close, let's go.” 

They lock Billy in the locker room, phase one complete. Mike calls out on the walkie talkie, taunting Billy and laughing. 

“Come and get me you piece of shit.” Mike says, and Billy opens the door to the sauna. Where the dummy with the walkie talkie strapped to his chest lays in wait. Billy lifts the dummy by the throat, “I’ve got you.” 

Billy turns around to see El standing there, “Hi,” 

She quickly throws him into the sauna wall, cracking the tiles and making him groan in pain. 

“Now!” Mike calls and they all rush to lock Billy in. 

He desperately tries to break out, and starts crying for Max. 

“Do it.” She says, and Y/n cranks up the heat. 

“Max! Let me out of here. Let me out. You think this is funny?” He taunts the girl. 

“You kids think this is some sick prank?” 

Nobody says anything, just looking at one another. 

He spits on the window, “You little shits think this is funny?” He yells.

Y/n jumps and moves away from the door, still standing between Billy and the children. 

“What is this?” His voice gets softer, “Open the door.” 

The next time he repeats himself it's louder and he bangs on the door, “Open the door! Open the door! Open the goddamn door” He’s pressing his face against the window as spit flies out of his mouth.

Then he falls to the ground, screaming. 

“We’re at two-twenty.” Y/n says, walking closer to read the thermometer.  

Billy starts crying, “it’s not my fault. It’s not my fault Max. I promise you it’s not my fault.” 

Max walks to the window to look at Billy, crying on the ground of the sauna, “What’s not your fault Billy?” 

“I’ve done some things Max.” He puts his hands together like he was going to pray, “Really…” he takes a moment to sniffle and his hands shake, “Really bad things.” He shakes his head and cries, “I didn’t mean to. He made me do it.” His voice is barely a whisper at that point. 

“Who made you do it?” Max asks. 

“I don’t know, it was like a shadow. Like a giant shadow.” 

Y/n turns to look at the kids, all of whom were behind her except for Max. 

“Please, Max.” He cries out to his younger sister. 

“What did he make you do?” Max’s voice shakes, and Y/n reaches out her hand to hold Max’s. 

Neither can tell if it’s for support or a protective gesture, but Max allows it.

“It’s not my fault, okay? Max, Max, please.” He rocks over onto his side and leans onto the bench for support, “Please believe me, Max. It’s not my fault.” 

Max begins to cry at seeing him sob like this. 

“I tried to stop him, okay? I did. I really did. Please believe me, Max.” 

Max presses her free hand up on the window, “Billy, it’s gonna be okay.” 

“Max, please.” He pleas again.

“We want to help you. We want to help you.” She repeats, tears falling down her face. “You just have to talk to us, okay? You have to talk to us.” She croaks out, “I believe you, Billy. We’ll figure it out together, okay? I need you to trust me. Please, trust me.” “Max, get away from the door.” Mike says. 

Y/n feels her stomach drop hearing the words. 

“What?” Max asks, not looking away.

“Get away from the door!” Mike screams, and Y/n tugs Max’s hand as soon as he does. Just as Billy busts the window open. 

“Let me out you bitch! Let me out!” Billy screams like a feral animal. 

Y/n tugs Max further down the wall away from Billy. 

“I’ll fucking gut you!” He breaks a part of their lock away, “Let me out!” He roars again. 

Y/n pulls Max closer as she cowers and lets out a sob. Lucas then shoots a rock with his slingshot, hitting Billy in the face. Y/n pushes the red head back to her friends, and stands protectively in front of all the children. 

Sure she didn’t have powers like Eleven, but she would be damned if he hurt a hair on these kids’ heads. The lights in the changing room flicker and Billy sounds like he’s choking on his own saliva. The kids are looking around but Y/n doesn’t take her eyes off of the door. 

Billy gets back up, the skin on his arms tinted a gray color. He roars and the sound is more animalistic than before, and sends chills down Y/n’s spine. 

“He can’t get out can he?” Max asks as Billy rams his body into the door. 

“No way.” Lucas answers. 

Y/n has her doubts at the way the chains move, but doesn’t voice her concerns, and Eleven stands next to her. Billy runs at the door again and smashes through it with some sort of superhuman strength the mind flayer must have given him. 

Y/n yelps in surprise and shoves the kids, minus El, further behind her as he does. Eleven picks up a weight with her mind and screams as she throws it at Billy. Which knocks him into the brick wall. 

Lifting both hands, Eleven grunts and sloves the weight further into the wall, Billy alongside with it. Y/n moves away, moving the kids with her

With the weight up against his throat and his toes lifting up off of the ground, Billy chokes. 

Then he starts pushing back against the weight with his hands, the lights start flashing more rapidly and Eleven’s screams get louder as Billy throws the weight. Hitting El down, Y/n felt helpless as the metal clanged against the ground. Billy moves and grab’s El by her hair, who screams, and uses his other hand to grab her by the throat. 

“Let her go, you fucking cunt!” Y/n screams, frantically looking around for an object that she can lift to hit Billy with. 

He lifts El into the air by her throat. She spots a metal pole and rushes to grab it. It makes a “clang” sound as it hits Billy in the head. He drops El as he falls to the ground. 

“Go to hell bitch!” Y/n screams, lifting the pole to hit the flayed Billy a second time. He reaches out and grabs the pole as she does so, and rips it from her hands. Throwing it to the side. 

Billy backs her into the wall that he had previously been thrown into. 

“Run!” She screams. 

Billy grips her jaw in his hand and slams Y/n’s head against the wall. Once and then twice before suddenly dropping her. Y/n sees Eleven lifting Billy into the air with her telekinesis, both of them yelling. El slowly struggles to get to her feet as she lifts Billy higher, she moves to stand in front of Billy who is foaming at the mouth and saliva falls from his mouth. 

Eleven is standing in front of Y/n who fell to the ground after Billy had dropped her. With a final scream,she throws Billy through the brick wall where nobody was standing. Y/n catches El as she crumbles to the ground, sobbing. Y/n helps hoist El up with Mike’s help. 

The younger teens walked over to the hole where Billy had been thrown through, to see him running away into the forest. Y/n on the other hand put a hand to her gaping head wound. 

“I’m assuming we’re not going to the hospital…and none of us have gause? Okay cool.” Y/n muttered, mainly to herself, and took her shirt off. 

She ripped it into a few pieces and folded it up to put against the wound, and tied it around her forehead to keep it in place. 

“If I die from a fucking head wound, I’m haunting your asses.” Y/n said to the kids who turned to look at her. 

“You look ridiculous.” Max stated.

“Yeah I know, but I need to stop the bleeding or else you fuckers are walking home.” Y/n said. 

“Come one, let's go.” She pulled out her car keys from her pocket and made her way out of the mens changing room. They went back to Mike’s house and avoided his parents, Y/n went and took a shirt she had left in Nancy’s room. 

“You just have spare clothes at my house?” Mike asked. 

“You don’t at mine?” Y/n joked.

“He’s in the woods, with Will’s mom.” Eleven spoke and a little bit of blood dripped from her nose. 

“He’s with my mom?” Will questioned, leaning forwards with his arms on his knees. 

“What are they doing?” Max asked, also leaning forwards. 

“Ill…annoy, they’re going to Ill-annoy.” Eleven sounded confused. 

“Illinois,” Y/n said right as Karen Wheeler banged on the basement door. 

“Mike! Breakfast!” 

“Not now, mom!” He hollered at his mom. 

Y/n scrunched her face at his tone, her mom would have backhanded her for using such a tone with her and then grounded her for the rest of the week. 

“Illinois? Illinois like that state? The state of Illinois” Mike asked. 

“No Mike, Illinois like the country in Africa.” Y/n rolled her eyes. 

“What there’s an Illinois in Africa?” Mike asked, turning to look at the older girl. 

“No dumbass, well I don’t know. But what other Illinois do you know of?” Y/n sighed and got up to get a wet washcloth for El’s bleeding nose. 

Max and Eleven followed the girl into the bathroom, Y/n turned on the water and gently wiped the blood from under El’s nose. 

“Does it still hurt?” Max asked, and El lifted her hand to her throat where Billy had held her. 

“Only when I talk.” She smiled meekly. 

“Good thing you’re not Mike then. Blah blah blah blah, you’d be in constant pain.” Max joked, making Eleven laugh and Y/n smile. 

Y/n rummaged before finding some sort of disinfectant and poured some on the back of her head where the wound was. She winced and patted the area, only dry blood coming off onto the rag. She sighed and rolled her eyes at the boy’s attempt to be quiet. 

“It wasn’t! You realize we can still hear everything you’re saying right?” Max asks. 

“See? Conspiring.” 

“Not now mom!” Mike screamed again. 

“My mom would have beat my ass by now.” Y/n mutters. 

“Mike, open the door!” It was Nancy’s muffled voice. 

Nancy and Johnathan explained what happened to them, and Y/n and the kids explained their night. Both events took place at the same time. 

“Bad screams.” El said. 

“What’s a good-?” Lucas gets cut off. 

“Doesn’t matter,” Y/n and Max interrupt. 

“Y/n said.”

They all climbed into Nancy’s car, shoving the boys in the back. Y/n sat next to Max who was sandwiched between her and El. 

“Seat belts.” Nancy said and backed out of the driveway hitting the boys’ bikes in the process. 

Nancy drove them to Heather’s house where nobody answered, and Eleven broke into the house for them. 

“Light B and E, no big deal.” Y/n mentioned as they entered where it was freezing and there was a bunch of opened and split cleaning supplies. 

Looking around they also noticed the table was still set for four and there was blood on the ground and an empty wine bottle with blood on it. The group pieced together what happened and opened the door to the garage where they concluded they had taken the bodies. 

“Why don’t we let the old lady go back to wherever it is she wants to go.” Y/n says. 

On the car ride back to the hospital Y/n’s mind goes back to Steve. She can’t help but hope he’s not in some kind of danger, that he and Dustin are just blowing them off. But Y/n know’s that there has to be something more at play here. She hasn’t heard from him in two days now, the only time this ever happened was when they were fighting. And they sure as hell weren’t fighting right now, and they had plans. Steve never blows off their plans. Even if something comes up, he never ignores her. 

Nancy leads the group into the hospital and past the front desk where the lady is on the phone. She stops Nancy and the group as they walk by. 

“Where do you think you're going?” 

“Oh, I’m just here to visit my grandma. Again,” Nancy lies, “and this is my family.” The nurse doesn’t buy it, “Extended.” Lucas adds with a smile. 

“I don’t care who they are. You know the rules, two visitors at a time.” 

“Yeah, but-” 

“Two.” The nurse cuts her off and holds up two fingers, “Girl this child lost her mind.” She says getting back to her phone call. 

Nancy and Johnathan leave Y/n and the kids behind to visit the old lady. Y/n takes a seat in one of the chairs in the waiting room. Her thoughts turn back to Steve, she smiles at the fond memories they shared together. Thinking back at the numerous times they had gone on what anyone else would consider dates. Or the late night phone calls discussing their future. 

“I’m going to fucking kill her,” Y/n growled hearing what Nancy had done to Steve. 

“Don’t, just drink. Stay with me.” Steve said, they were at Tina’s Halloween party. 

“Fine, but I better not remember this in the morning..” Y/n muttered the vague threat. 

The two kept drinking and Y/n was feeling more drunk by the moment. 

“You look really pretty, Stevie.” Y/n was standing and facing Steve. 

“You look pretty too doll. But I think you’re drunk.” Steve tried to laugh it off, but Y/n wouldn’t have it.

“If I were drunk, would I do this?” And then she pulled him into a kiss. A long awaited kiss, a kiss that was cut too short by Steve. 

“Yes, you’re drunk and you’re going to regret that in the morning.” Steve tried to ignore the way her lips felt on his, and the butterflies in his stomach as he wished the kiss lasted longer. But he knew she was drunk, and that she wouldn’t have done that any other time. 

Boy was he wrong. 

The flickering lights snap Y/n out of her daydream, and Will gets up from where he was sitting getting the attention of the others. They gathered around one another. 

“He’s here.” Will said, touching the back of his neck. 

They ran to the room where the thing was over Nancy and Eleven broke down the door. 

“Jesus.” Mike said surprised. 

“What the fuck?” Max yelled. 

Before the thing could get close, Eleven threw it against the wall, then to the other one, smashing it off the ceiling, down into the floor and then out the window. She screamed as she did so. 

“Go! Go!” Y/n yelled, pushing the children to leave as Johnathan checked on Nancy. 

When they got outside, the creature was morphing or something as it crawled down the sewer drain leaving behind what Y/n only assumed was human bones. For the first time, Y/n threw up. She ran to the nearest trashcan and threw up everything she had eaten that day. Nancy rushed over to hold her hair out of the way. 

“What happened to your head?” Nancy asked, fully noticing the girl's wound. 

“Oh uh…Billy smashed my head into a wall.” Y/n said, before throwing up again. 

Once she was done, they all went to Hopper’s cabin. Where they got cleaned up, and changed. 

“He loves you, you know?” Nancy said to Y/n as she helped wash her hair. 

“Who?” Y/n asked. 

“Steve, he loves you. Like really loves you.” Once she was done getting the soap out of Y/n’s hair she let her finish getting clean and changed. 

Y/n stays in the bathroom, ignoring the arguing until it went silent. 

“I found him.” El says. 

“Found who?” Y/n asked, leaving the bathroom drying her hair with a towel. 

El uses her powers to connect with Billy, to find the source of the mind flayer. Jonathan gets up to get the phone work to find the address. When she leaves their minds, she’s screaming and panting like she woke up from a bad dream. 

“He said he was building something. Something for me.” El mumbled. 

“He also said he was going to kill all of you.” El said. 

“Oh…well that’s nice.” Max said. 

“In this room? Oh god, he knows where we are.” Y/n said. 

Nancy goes out to the shed to grab a few shotguns, and Y/n and her posse of pre-teens board up the house. 

“Hey, away from the windows.” Y/n pointed at Mike. 

They stood in a circle as the lights flickered and the ground shook. Knocking mugs off the hooks they were on, and then suddenly it went silent. Y/n’s skin prickled with fear and anxiety awaiting its attack. It burst into the cabin with its flesh tentacle. 

One grabbing Y/n around the wrist, she looked down to see where the thing had its teeth sunk into her left wrist. She screamed in horror, her body not yet registering the pain.

It’s sticky, malleable flesh gripping her arm as its hard teeth sunk into her skin. She screamed at the knowledge that this thing was a multitude of other humans’ flesh morphed into one. And then came the pain, hot searing pain. The pain made the time she spilt boiling water on herself feel like a pinprick. The pain was blinding compared to when Billy smashed her head into the wall. Eleven was quick to destroy the thing latched onto the older girls arm, 

Everything else that happened was a blur, as Eleven destroyed two more tentacles. Then another burst from the ceiling to grab Eleven by the ankle. Max was quick to grab Eleven’s arms to prevent it from taking and killing her. The rest grabbed onto Eleven to fight against the monster threatening to take their friend as Nancy shot at the thing. Lucas chopped at its arm tentacle thing until it was detached from the monster. 

Mike grabbed the remaining arm and ripped it from Eleven’s leg, who stood up and used her powers to tear the thing apart. 

“Out! Everyone out!” Jonathan yelled as everyone piled into Nancy’s car once more. 

This time they went to a store and busted out its windows to get cleaning supplies for the wounds. With everyone’s focus on El, Y/n wandered off to grab more disinfectant and something to wrap it. Y/n’s arm was leaking blood everywhere from the puncture wounds, and her fingers on her left hand were tingling. She didn’t need to be a medical professional to know that that wasn’t good. 

She poured a bunch of disinfectant onto her arm, tears slipping from her eyes as she did so. Y/n put pressure on the punctures. 

“Will, can you uh help wrap this.” Y/n asked the younger Byers’ boy. 

“Oh, yeah yeah.” He was quick to help tightly wrap her arm, worried he was going to hurt her. 

“Will, if we don’t stop the bleeding I’m going to die. Okay? Hurt me all that’s necessary to not kill me.” 

Y/n slumped down against the shelves and closed her eyes, still holding her wrist tightly in hopes of stopping the bleeding. She must have passed out because the next thing that happened was Max shaking her awake. Jonathan helped her up and into the car, 

“I’m getting real sick of this car, keeps dragging me to doom.” Y/n mumbles as she trips over her feet. 

When they get into the mall it's eerily quiet. El messes with a car alarm to get the Russian guy’s attention. She then throws it at the two men. And four people emerge from behind a counter. Y/n sees Steve, Dustin, Robin, and Erica. 

They all rush to get to one another. 

“I’m going to kick your ass Steven.” Y/n says as she flings herself at Steve, wrapping him in a hug, “No call? You promised you’d call. We had plans, Steve.”

She pulls back from the hug, only for Steve to pull her into a kiss. The second long overdue kiss. 

“I love you, Y/n. With my whole heart, I’m in love with you.” Steve repeats over and over again once they part. 

“I love you too, Steve. Now what the fuck happened to your face?” Y/n asks, cradling his face as he holds her waist. She runs her thumbs over his bruised and bloody face. 

“Russians, what happened to yours?” Steve asks about the grime. 

“Monsters.” Y/n laughs. 

“You win, holy shit what happened to your wrist?” He shouts and grabs her wrist, pain shooting up her arm. 

“Monster.” Y/n says again, this time with no laughter. 

The two stand entangled together until Robin clears her throat. 

“Oh, um right.” Steve is quick to introduce Robin to everyone. 

“Y/n, Robin.” He gestures between the two girls. 

“Yeah I know, she was in our English. The one you were always late to.” Y/n points out. 

“Right, right.” 

The conversation is cut off when Eleven collapses to the ground. A part of the monster, still in her leg. 

“Oh my god, is that thing in me too?” Y/n asks. 

“No it doesn’t need you.” Will said. 

“Wow, way to make a girl feel special.” Y/n said. 

Robin starts going on about a soccer injury some girl had, “Hey Robin?” Steve says. 

“Yeah?” 

“Not helping.” 

“Okay.” 

Eleven screams as Johnathan cuts open her left and puts his fingers in the crude incision. El stops him and uses her powers to get it out, shattering windows in the process. Hopper stomps the monster bit. They caught each other up to speed, 

Y/n and Steve stood next to each other with an arm wrapped around one another. Both scared that the other is going to disappear for days on end again. Or worse die. 

“If you ever leave me like that again, I’m beating your ass.” Y/n muttered, leaning her head against Steve’s shoulder. 

“Won’t be too hard, Dustin claims he’s never won a fight.” Robin laughs at Steve. 

Hopper gave Steve the keys to the stolen car, “Now this is what I’m talking about!” 

“Toddfather?” Robin read the plates. 

“Oh screw Todd, Steve’s her daddy now.” Steve said, getting in the driver's seat. 

“Did he just call himself daddy?” Erica asked. 

Robin looked at Y/n, “I’ve handled him all I can, your turn now.” 

“How’s he my problem?” Y/n asked. “You kissed him.” Robin said. 

“Just drive.” Dustin told Steve. 

And he did, like a madman. 

“If we make it out alive, I’m driving here on out.” Y/n told Steve. 

“Anything you want dollface.” Steve looked at her. 

“Eyes on the road.” Robin groaned. 

“Could’ve sat in the back.” Y/n was squished between Steve and Robin. 

“Suzie must be pretty special if you lugged this thing all the way up here for her.” Robin ignored the other girl.

“I mean nobody is scientifically perfect but Suzie is as close as it can get.” Dustin said with a smile. 

“She sounds made up to me, she sound made up to you?” Erica interjected, looking at Steve.

Steve didn’t say anything 

“Why’re you hesitating Steve?” Dustin asked. 

“Yeah Steven, why’re you hesitating?” Y/n teased. 

“I’m not! I’m not! I think she sounds real. You know, totally absolutely real.” Steve lied. 

Dustin continued to give directions, “There’s no road here!” Steve yelled.

Dustin yelled to turn left once more, and they went off the road. And up a steep hill. 

“Where the hell are we going, Dustin?” Y/n asked. 

Dustin just yelled that they were going “up”. The engine begins to sputter. 

“We’re not going to make it.” Robin yells. 

“Yes we are, come on baby come on!” Steve pats the steering wheel. 

The wheels of the Toddfather keep spinning, stuck. 

“Looks like even the Toddfather has its limitations.” Robin observers. 

“Well we still need to get to the top, so out, out.” Y/n says, shoving Steve out of the car to climb out after him. 

Steve smiles at her, “You’re bossy, I like it.” 

Y/n rolls her eyes at the boy's antics, “Yeah I’m bossy in life threatening situations. Now up the hill, sailor boy.” 

“Aye, aye captain.” Steve saluted. 

The five made their way up the steep hill to the radio tower that Dustin had created for Suzie. Y/n looked around, noting that it would be a beautiful spot to lay and watch the stars…if the made it out of here. 

“I told you we would take a drive and see the stars, and we are.” Steve joked, the effects of the drugs still not wearing off. 

“When this is over, I’m beating your ass.” Y/n glared. 

“Bald Eagle, this is Scoops Troop. Do you copy? Bald Eagle I repeat this is Scoops Troop do you copy?” Dustin asks over the radio. 

“Yes, I copy.” Murray’s voice sounds over the radio, sounding annoyed by the name. 

“Call sign?” Dustin asks enthusiastically. 

“Bald Eagle.” Murray sighs. 

“Please repeat.” Y/n laughs at the boy sitting on the grass. 

“Bald Eagle. This is Bald Eagle!” Murray yells out. 

“Copy that.” Dustin smiles, “Good to hear your voice Bald Eagle, what’s your twenty?” 

“We reached the vent, I’ll contact you when I need you. Until then, silence.” Bald Eagle was not in a good mood. 

“Roger that Bald Eagle.” Dustin said into the radio, “This is Scoops Troop, going radio silent. Ten-ten, over.” 

Steve patted Dustin’s shoulder. 

“Who pissed in his cheerios this morning?” Y/n asked, eliciting laughter from the Scoops Troop gang, “So…where have you four been. And Erica, does your mom know where you’ve been?” 

“Hey Scoops Troop, this is Bald Eagle,” Murray says the code name as if it leaves a bad taste in his mouth, “I’ve reached another junction.” 

“This is the fourth one.” Erica says. 

“All right, so if memory serves then this is right after the My Little Pony thesis,” Dustin says, making Y/n look at the young boy very confused. 

“We went left, so he needs to go,” Erica remembers. 

“Right.” Erica and Dustin say at the same time, telling Murray to go right. 

“What’s the My Little Pony thesis?” Robin asks, and something catches Y/n’s eye making her walk a little ways away from the group. 

“Hey guys…” Y/n calls out getting everyone’s attention, “I don’t mean to alarm anyone but there’s something going on in the mall…are we sure they got out of there? Because I’ve kept those kids alive for three days now, and if something happens to them the moment I leave. I’m kicking all of your asses.” Y/n started rambling, her hands shaking as every worse case scenarios runs through her mind. 

Dustin runs back over to the radio, “Griswold Family, this is Scoops Troop! Do you copy? Over.” He repeats himself multiple times sounding more and more terrified each time they don’t respond. 

The monster cuts him off with it’s gut wrenching screech, “Griswold Family, do you copy?” Dustin yells again. 

“Please confirm your safety! Griswold Family this is Scoops Troop, please confirm your safety.” 

Y/n feels terror rising every second there is no answer, “Fuck it, we need to get back to them. Make sure they’re safe.” She takes off towards the car. 

“Where the hell are you going?” Steve yells. 

“To get them out of there, stay here and contact the others.” Y/n trips over herself, and Steve follows her. 

Dustin tosses Robin the radio as she follows the two down the hill as well. Y/n starts the car the second she gets into the car, and barely waits for the other two teens to get in after her before she’s flooring it to get the kids, Nancy and Johnathan out of there. 

Y/n almost takes out multiple mailboxes on their way back to the mall, the incident reminding her of a few months ago when Max was driving Billy’s camaro as she tried to get Steve to wake up. 

“We’re all going to die.” Y/n muttered, in the back seat, “Come on Steve.” She stroked his hair begging him to wake up with no brain damage. His eyes began to flutter open, “Nancy?” He was facing Mike who looked at him with disgust. 

“No Steve, it’s Y/n. And the kids.” “If you’re back here then who’s driving?” He flipped out seeing the redhead in the driver's seat. 

“Hey no, it’s okay we only took out one mailbox.” 

“Does this thing go any faster?” Y/n yelled. 

“You’re pushing eighty-five…” Robin sounded concerned, but didn’t say anything if she was. 

“Well it’s clearly not fast enough, what if Billy gets to them. Or worse the monster itself? El had difficulties fighting it off at the cabin, and she’s exhausted.” Y/n rambles, slowing down only enough to take the corner and not flip the Toddfather. 

After rounding the corner she speeds back up, the Starcourt mall in sight. Y/n tears through the parking lot seeing Billy’s blue camaro speeding towards Nancy and the kids. Without thinking, Y/n crashes the stolen car into Billy’s. 

“You okay?” She asks Steve and Robin. 

“As for tomorrow?” Robin asks. 

Y/n nods her head, before hoisting herself up to look at the monster climbing on the mall.

 “Holy shit.” Robin mumbles at seeing the monster. 

“Get in!” Nancy yells from inside her car. 

The three hop out of the newly destroyed Toddfather, and climb into Nancy’s trunk. 

“Go go go go go.” Lucas and Steve yell as Steve closes the back. 

The monster follows the car as they drive off. Y/n took a moment and laid her head on Steve’s shoulder. Steve panting hard as Dustin’s voice comes through the radio. 

“Suzie.” Robin says. 

“See she’s real.” Y/n laughs, her eyes closed not wanting to see the monster chasing them. 

Dustin and Suzie burst into song, singing “Neverending Story”, which would be endearing if there wasn’t a monster chasing their car.

“It’s turning around!” Steve screams. 

“What?” Jonathan asks. 

“It’s turning around!” Steve repeats. 

“Everyone hold on!” Jonathan yells and flips the car around. 

“And I thought my driving was bad.” Y/n muttered, eyes opening when she was flung around in the back. 

Y/n was starting to feel the consequences of the last few days, the injuries and lack of sleep finally seeping in. 

“We need to get to El, Billy doesn’t care about Max and Mike so they’re fairly safe. But El is in mortal danger.” Y/n voiced her worries out loud. 

“Hey, hey we’re going to get there in time and we’re going to kick ass and save her. Got it?” Steve pulled her closer into his side. 

They made it to Starcourt mall soon after the monster did, Robin, Y/n and Steve hopping out the back and making their way inside. Lucas and Will grabbed the fireworks from on top of the car. Everyone took a box of fireworks and ran to different parts of the balcony. 

Looking down Y/n saw El laying on  the ground and Billy standing between her and the monster, not in a protective manner that she had when standing between the kids and Billy. 

“Flay this you ugly piece of shit!” Lucas screamed and tossed a lit firework at the flayed monster. 

The firework flying into its mouth and exploding in an array of yellow and orange bursts. Nancy and Johnathan threw fireworks from another angle at the monster.

“Hey asshole, taste this!” Steve yelled, throwing fireworks at the fleshy creature. 

Y/n took her chances and ran down the now unmoving escalator to grab Eleven. 

“Robin, where's Y/n?” Steve asked, looking around on the balcony not seeing the girl he had been in love with for years. 

“Uh…” Robin looked around, “She’s down there. With El.” She pointed to where the girl was rushing to the younger girl. 

Y/n was running to where the girl laid on her back, staring at the monster in horror. Billy had fallen on his knees next to the girl. Y/n reached the girl, and tried to help her up. But Billy was quicker, and stronger and grabbed Y/n, throwing her to the side like a rag doll. Y/n’s already damaged head hit the ground, and she was out. 

“Y/n!” Steve screamed, seeing her body laying off to the side. 

“Not now Steve, we have to get the monster before anything.” Robin reminded him. 

Steve nodded and kept lighting and throwing fireworks at the monster.

“We’re out!” Pretty much at the same time everyone ran out. 

Max and Mike ran into the food court to see Billy on top of El, before he got up. As the monster struck and El flinched, Billy stuck his arms out and the monster got him instead of the young girl on the ground. 

Billy screamed and the monster impaled him, through the chest. 

“Billy!” Max screamed in horror as she watched the scene in front of her unfold. 

Joyce must have closed the gates because the monster’s tentacle/arms started flinging everywhere and it finally collapsed. Max ran over to the dying Billy, begging him to wake up. 

Steve ran down to where Y/n’s limp body laid, “Come on Y/n, you can’t die on me.” He mumbled while pulling her body onto his lap and began checking for a pulse. 

A sigh of relief left his mouth when he felt her faint pulse. When the paramedics came in they practically had to pry her body out of his grasp. 

“What are you doing with her?” Steve yelled, not trusting that they were here to save them.

“We are trying to help your girlfriend here. Now, if you would let us that would be great. Or we’re going to have to sedate you.” The paramedic finally got to him and Steve let them lift her body onto a stretcher. 

They rushed her to the hospital, Steve left the food court with Robin to get checked out by the paramedics. 

“I can’t lose her.” Steve said to Robin as they sat on the back of a firetruck. 

“You’re in love, Dingus. And she loves you too, not sure why.” Robin joked with the boy. 

“She’s my best friend,” Steve continued. 

“Best friends don’t kiss like that, Steve.” Robin mentioned.

“She’s everything to me, she got me through highschool. Y/n is the only reason I passed any of my classes. She wouldn’t let me go until I finished my homework.” Steve rambled. 

“Hey, isn’t that her mom?” Robin asked, seeing a worried older woman searching around. 

“Oh god, yeah.” Steve got up to go talk to her. 

“Steve! Oh thank god, where’s Y/n?” Ms. L/n asked, looking around. 

“She’s alive, they uh…took her up to the hospital. Her head, it uh…got pretty banged up. And her arm…she lost a lot of blood. But she’s okay, alive I mean.” Steve rambled to Y/n’s mom. 

“Steve, are you okay?” Y/n’s mom cut him off seeing his injuries. 

“Um, yeah yeah.” Steve forgot about his own injuries.

“Let’s go to the hospital okay? Go see where she is.” Ms. L/n said. 

“One moment.” Steve said, looking back at Robin. 

“I’ll be in the car.” 

Steve ran back to Robin, “You’re okay right? If you’re not I can stay until your parents get here, or-” 

Robin cut Steve off, “Go see Y/n, I’ll call to check up on her tomorrow.” 

Steve nodded and ran to find Y/n’s mom who was waiting in her car. The car ride was silent, even though Ms. L/n had so many questions she decided it was best to not ask any until later. Steve’s right leg bounced up and down nervously in the passenger seat, and he picked at his nails. A habit that Y/n would always scold him for. 

The car had barely turned off when Steve and Ms. L/n were making their way into the hospital. 

“Hello, how can I help you?” The receptionist asked. 

“What room is Y/n L/n in?” Her mother wasted no time in asking where her daughter was. 

“Visiting hours are over.” The reception said. 

“I am her mother, I demand to know what room my daughter is in!” Y/n’s mother yelled. 

“Ma’am, I understand that you want to know where she is,” 

“No, I haven’t heard from my baby in days only to find out from her boyfriend that she has been taken to the hospital!” Ms. L/n screamed, losing it. 

If Steve weren’t scared for the receptionist, he would have blushed from being called Y/n’s boyfriend. They hadn’t talked about that, they were still best friends for all Steve knew. 

“She’s in room 204.” The receptionist said, and Ms. L/n took no time rushing to her daughter’s room with Steve close behind. 

When they entered the room they saw Y/n laying in the bed. She had an IV stuck in her right arm, and fresh bandages on her left. Her head also had fresh white bandages wrapped around her head, much better than the job she had done. 

“So, what all happened?” Ms. L/n asked, taking a seat on Y/n’s right in one of those white plastic chairs. 

“I don’t know if I’m at liberty to say, I wasn’t with her the whole time. Um…Robin, Dustin and Erica were kidnapped by Russians. Russians, can you believe it? And they drugged Robin and I, and uh beat us up. We didn’t get out of there until a few hours ago. Eleven saved us from Russian guards with guns, Eleven can do telekinesis, ya know with her brain.” Steve took a moment to pause, still standing in the doorway of the hospital room. 

“Right, uh you didn’t know that. The lab, you know the Hawkins lab? It was experimenting on people, El was one of those people. But she escaped a while ago, and Mike, Lucas, and Dustin found her one night when they were looking for Will. Y/n helped house Eleven, without your knowing of course. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that…don’t be mad at Y/n she was just helping out.” Steve rambled. 

“Steve, I’m not mad. But get back to what happened tonight.” She told him, looking away from Y/n only for a moment. 

“Right, so Y/n and the kids came into the mall to save our butts. And uh…we went to the highest point in Hawkins because Dustin built this radio tower to talk to Suzie. Suzie is his girlfriend who lives in Utah. And then we saw the lights at the Starcourt mall going crazy, and Y/n said ‘we have to go save them’. Because Nancy and the kids were still at the mall, they were supposed to be going to Murray’s as they closed the gate, but Billy messed with Nancy’s car so they couldn’t leave.” Steve continued, only occasionally losing Y/n’s mom. 

“And so Y/n drove like it was the Indie five-hundred or something, and she crashed the stolen car into Billy’s. Because he was going to hit Nancy and the kids, Y/n really loves those kids ya know?” Steve looked at Y/n for a moment, “Um and then we got into Nancy’s car…to draw the monster away from the Mall. We left Mike, Max and El behind so they were out of harm's way, because the monster was after Eleven because yeah. And then the monster turned around to go to the mall, and when we got there Billy had gotten El and the monster was ready to kill her. So Y/n went down to try and save Eleven…but Billy threw Y/n and she hit her head really hard…” Steve trailed off remembering the terror he had felt less than a hour ago. 

“Thank you, Steve.” Y/n’s mother whispered. 

“Why? For what?” Steve was very confused. 

“For protecting her, I know she’s hurt but I also know that you did your all to make sure nothing happened to her.” Ms. L/n started to tear up, looking at her daughter. 

Steve finally making his way into the room and sat on the other side of Y/n. 

Both of them ended up falling asleep, Steve leaning his head on her bed but being careful to not bump her injured arm. Her mom dozing off every once and a while but mainly staying up, worried Y/n will suddenly disappear again. 

Around seven in the morning Y/n woke up, panic filling her body from the unknown room. Steve shot up when Y/n started thrashing around. 

“Hey, Y/n it's okay you’re in the hospital. The flayed are gone.” Steve tried to calm Y/n, who just nodded. 

A few hours later the doctors came in to check her out again and to inform them that she will be able to leave the next day. Y/n had visitors come and go. 

“Steve, please go home and shower.” Y/n begged, Steve hadn’t left her side the entire time. 

He was still covered in grime and in his Scoops Ahoy uniform, “I can’t, because if I leave now…what if something happens? I can’t lose you Y/n.” 

“Steve, I’m not going anywhere. But darling, you smell and your hair is sticking together.” Y/n said, running a hand through his disgusting hair, “Even my mom has gone home.” 

“Y/n,” Steve pauses, looking her in the eye, “I love you.” “Steve, I love you too.” Y/n smiles. 

“No, Y/n. I’m in love with you.” Steve’s voice got quieter. 

“Steve, I’m in  love with you.” Y/n continued to smile. 

“Now kiss, or let us in.” The kids had shown up and Dustin was fake gagging. 

“Whatever, come on in.” Y/n rolled her eyes. 

“Thank god you’re alive, we like you better.” Lucas says to the girl sitting in the bed. 

“I’m flattered, you guys only like me because I buy you extra candy at the movies.” Y/n smiles, happy to be surrounded by the whole gang. 

Maybe this wasn’t the plan, but it sure was a lot better than the plan.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #stranger things x reader #steve harrington angst #steve harrington fluff #stranger things #st x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #stragner things season 3 #stranger things imagines

[retvenkos]

conversations from the tap | s.h.

requested Stranger Things — Steve Harrington x Reader, light angst, light fluff

tw: mentions of the battle at starcourt, fear, mentions of blood word count: 2k prompt: things you said after it was over A/N: umm... uhh... i am at war with what i want this piece to be, ngl, but i can’t fight with it any longer.

Summary: The Battle of Starcourt is over, but that doesn’t mean it still doesn’t linger under your skin, and that doesn’t mean you’ll be fine, come morning.

Cold water barrelled out of the tap, saturating the towel in hand, ricocheting off the white stone basin like bullets from a shotgun. Scenes of chaos lay fresh in your mind - vivid in their monstrous glow - and they replayed over and over until they were all you remembered. Teeth and flesh, fireworks and screams. The tension in your jaw was enough to snap, so you curled your fists at the sound of the falling water, that incessant resonance filing your mind. You closed your eyes into nothing and leaned against the countertop.

We're safe. We're safe. We're safe.

The towel dripped. The water hit the basin. Silence curled around you, and its tendrils were gentle. You weren't shaking anymore, and the world was slowly dulling its existence. You turned the knob.

The water stopped; the sounds dissipated into nothing. You wrung out the towel with slow, practiced movements. "D'you think you'll ever come over to my house for normal, teenager reasons?"

You turned with a sigh, and Steve Harrington sat on the lip of your tub, his face a horror of purple bruises and dried, crimson blood. His hair was matted with sweat, and some strands were stuck to his brow. He looked like hell, holding a bag of frozen peas to his swollen eye, but he smiled. It looked painful. You handed him the face towel, and he took it, dabbing at the cuts that littered his face.

"You mean being chased by a murderous alien from a... different dimension isn't your average coming-of-age?"

You scoffed, and the sound was just edge.

"Oh," and his voice sounded rough - like vocal cords scratching against sandpaper, "don't forget the evil Russians, too."

You wanted to roll your eyes. "As though I could."

Your heartbeat was no longer racing in your chest, but you could remember the way it had - like a dozen military-grade guns, opening fire until empty. Like fireworks exploding flesh and overwhelming your retinas. Like screams of "we're out" and echoes of sirens. Like taking one look at the calvary (arriving too late, never saving you, anyway) and feeling sick to your stomach.

You couldn't handle the crowds. You couldn't process their questions. You had taken Steve's hand and run away from the chaos of it all as soon as you could - slipping away without notice and putting as much distance between Starcourt and yourselves as you could.

And here you were - sitting in the quiet of your empty house, blinking against the harsh lights of the bathroom.

"You never told me why you came." You pushed yourself up to sit on the bathroom counter, still looking at Steve, blinking fast, as though to not miss him. "With me, I mean. You could be in the hospital by now. You probably need it the most."

"Thanks," Steve deadpanned, and something about his normalcy calmed you. Anyone else, and it might have been infuriating - how easily he brushed off everything that happened. How he treated everything like it was just another Saturday night. But this was Steve. What else could you do? "And, well, maybe this is the blunt force trauma talking, but something about military questioning and having my dad pick me up from the hospital doesn't sound like the perfect evening."

"Yeah," you sighed. Or maybe it was a chuckle. It was the remnants of something - whatever lingering remains were buried in your chest, not yet tainted with fear. You looked down at your scraped knees. Maybe you should put something on them, too. If only just to dull the ache. "You're lucky I know how to patch you up, then, right?  Good thing I've had the last two years to perfect the art."

"You even know how to do stitches, now, thanks to me." Steve passed you the towel, and you leaned over to rinse it out, again. Blood washing down the drain. That's all it was - all it had to be. "Think of it as a gift. From me to you."

"Very generous," but anything like levity was still jittery on your tongue. You hopped off the counter, and with a gentle hand, pushed strands of hair off of Steve's forehead, wiping the sweat and grime. "God, I never want to have to do this again." 

Steve looked up at you, his eyes filled with an emotion that made your shoulders slump - two parts commiseration, one part loss.

You tried to coax something lighter from your voice. "I mean, maybe I have the wrong audience, but I'd kill to have a perfectly normal life from here on out."

For a long moment, Steve was silent. It made sense, after all. With desperation like that, what was Steve supposed to do?

"I wouldn't say 'kill' if I were you."

And you chuckled as you swore. "You're right. With our luck..." your voice trailed off again, but it helped, somehow. You finished cleaning off Steve's face and reached for the bandages you'd stocked up on, ever since the first attack. Your parents had thought it odd, your insistence on suddenly filling the first aid kit that went virtually unused, but they let you do it, without ever knowing why. It was lucky they did, too. You shook your head with a scoff. "I should have gone with my parents on that stupid vacation to Idaho. Could you imagine how dull it would've been? Bliss."

Steve smiled, and you couldn't help how infectious it was. He tilted his head, and you swatted him on the shoulder, carefully placing another bandage. "Yeah, but if you went, you wouldn't have spent the summer scooping ice cream with yours truly."

"Devastating, really."

"A tragedy or some shit." And a laugh escaped your throat, and Steve's eyebrows shot up almost comically as he laughed along with you. It wasn't quite joy, but it filled you to the brim with warmth and light, and you didn't want it to end.  You pushed a stray piece of hair back from Steve's brow. "And I mean," Steve smiled at you, and it was more bright than it had any right to be, "there's nothing like an interdimensional threat for bonding, right?"

You rolled your eyes. "Next time you want to connect, Steve, just rent a movie and grab a pizza."

Steve inclined his head good-naturedly. "Noted. Do you think—"

A booming sound came from down the hall, and you jumped. 

Steve stood in a flash, and your hands fisted at your sides, your attention turned toward the open door. Your heart hammered in your chest, and it took you a good minute before you realized the bang and subsequent hum was just the cooler kicking on. Steve's eyes were still wide when you whispered so, and you both just stood there for a moment, breathing fast.

Eventually, you moved to sit on the floor, your back against the cabinetry and counter. Steve resumed his position on the lip of the tub. You leaned your head back against the wood, and you heard the sink faucet dripping. 

Tap. Tap. Tap.

"I've been scared of the dark since the first time those things came," you admitted. "D'you think they cover 'battling Lovecraftian horrors' in therapy?"

"Maybe 'surviving Russian interrogation'?"

You gave a rueful smile. "How's your face feeling, anyway?"

"Better." Steve shrugged. The bag of frozen peas had long since thawed, and after the cooler scare, they were left discarded, on the floor. He picked up the bag but thought better than to put it over his eye. "How's it look?"

You hesitated. "Just be glad it feels better." Steve let out some exclamation of sarcasm, and you raised a brow. "What are you going to say happened, anyway?"

The last two times you had patched Steve, there had been a reason. Jonathan, then Billy. He got into a surprising amount of fights, all things considered. It had been the root of some of the jokes you'd tossed back and forth all summer while spooning ice cream side-by-side. He'd make fun of your flavors of choice, you'd make a dig at his ridiculous hair. He'd tease how you didn't understand the importance of romance, and you'd counter that he couldn't seem to woo anyone, and his looks weren't helping so much anymore, when every year, he found a way to bash in his face, just a bit more.

Problem was, there wasn't really an explanation for this beating, now was there?

"I got mauled by a bear?" You blinked at Steve, and then broke out into laughter. Your amusement seemed to spurn him on. "It was a cage fight, obviously. I won," he snorted. "If you think I look bad, you should see the bear."

"Mmm. Starcourt is a cover for an underground fighting ring?"

Steve laughed. "Robin faced off with a tiger."

"I was stuck with a pack of bloodhounds."

"Seems like a cakewalk compared to whatever the hell happened tonight."

You hummed, and after that, all you were left with was silence. It didn't bother you so much, anymore. Worry still itched at the back of your brain, but it was dull in comparison, and the longer you were here, the more it would dissipate. Steve was here, you were across from him, and you were safe.

Your eyelids were heavy. You closed them for just a moment, but then the seconds stretched onward, and it was hard to open them, again. You were exhausted. You probably wouldn't sleep, once Steve left, but you had to eventually.

You opened your eyes and noticed Steve was fighting the same battle as you.

"Hey." He hummed in response. "Do you have to leave? Can't you just... stay?" Steve's eyes fluttered open. You rubbed your hands on your thighs. "My family won't be home for a week longer, and I don't love the idea of being alone. If I jumped at the sound of the cooler, I'll have a heart attack, if any more fireworks go off. You'd be doing me a favor, is all."

You shrugged, as though it meant nothing at all, but when Steve nodded his head, it meant the world and everything beyond. "Yeah. I can stay." You smiled, and he grabbed your hand and squeezed it tight. "I mean, I'd rather not explain all this to my parents, tonight. I can just... make a phone call and stay."

And you wanted him to stay. Right here, on the bathroom floor, holding your hand and looking at you with tired-soft eyes, and a relieved sort of smile. You touched the soft skin on his cheek - that part not marred by horrors and bruises - and a sigh left his lips, his eyes closing for a fraction of a second.

"Alright," you said, and it was little more than breath. Steve opened his eyes. You smiled. "The phone's in the kitchen. And there's probably another bag of frozen vegetables for your eye." 

"Right." Steve moved to stand, and you kissed his knuckles before he could go far. He looked back at you, and you raised a brow, amused. "Right."

Steve flicked on the hallway light, and you heard his footfalls as he went down the stairs, and into the kitchen. You stood and noticed the water still dripping out of the faucet. You turned the knob. The water stopped. You could hear Steve's voice from down the way, could hear the wobble in his voice as he did his best to not sound the way he looked.

Things would be better in the morning. No doubt, in just a few hours, Joyce Byers and the military will show up at your door, with questions as to how and why you slipped away. No doubt they'd have a scheme concocted to explain away what happened - to pretend like nothing ever happened, and things would right themselves eventually. And maybe they would. Or maybe you'd be jumping at the sounds of coolers forever, stocking up your first aid kit in fear you'd have to use it, again.

You walked down the stairs, and Steve was still negotiating his way out of coming home for the evening. You opened up your freezer and passed him a bag of frozen corn, and he smiled.

'Thank you,' you mouthed.

Steve covered the phone and winked. "Any time." 

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#stranger things #st #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things x y/n #stranger things imagine #reader insert #light angst #light fluff #bro if you hate my logic for letting them sneak out then you're in the wrong fandom my guy explain with logic how kids defeated the #russian goverment

[mylittlesyn]

MasterPost

𝟙𝟠+ 𝕆𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕣𝕤 𝔻ℕ𝕀

Chapter 1: Yuuji and you are both happily married with a two year old son and another on the way. You want some alone time before the baby comes, so Megumi offers to babysit.

Chapter 2: After Yuuji admitted to you that his older brother Sukuna taught and shared with him so many intimate things... You both decide to plan another Night Out, only this time... Together.

Chapter 3: Friday has come and you both manage to sneak out of the house with Megumi watching the kids. After a nice dinner with Sukuna, the three of you head into the bedroom and you see just how close Yuuji and Sukuna were growing up together.

Chapter 4: Sukuna wants to be present to choose the babysitter. It's his money you're spending after all. So you and Yuuji indulge him while you choose.

Chapter 5: You finally manage to find a babysitter, just before the day on interviews end. Megumi shows up with his gf (@yuujispinkhair) for a babysitting date until the new one takes over. So Sukuna, Yuuji, and you all have a wonderful night in where Sukuna shows you all the things he taught his younger Yuuji.

Chapter 6:You go to visit a friend (@shellythecrow) to tell them about your experience and more domestic moments ensue with Yuuji. Sukuna asks you out on a date, but things get far more serious than you bargained for.

Content Warning: Public sex, overstim, dubious voyeurism, dubious incest, someone gets slapped, full on incest, breastfeeding, toys, bondage, impact play, incest, mild age play? (They're recalling memories), lactation, anal, cervix fucking

MasterList

#yuuji #jjk #sukuna #jjk smut #yuji itadori #yuuji itadori #yuji x reader #sukuna x reader #sukuna smut #yuuji x y/n #yuuji smut #yuuji x you #inc*st

[ms-missy]

Step dad bakugou

Warnings: incest, daddy, daddy and daughter, innocent virgin reader, manipulation sorta, drunk Bakugou,somnophilia,noncon video taping

Step dad bakugou who bought your mom everything she could ever ask for including a three week vacation to hawaii leaving him alone with you

Step dad bakugou who got drunk the night she left and went into your room and thrusted into your thighs your pussy lips barely gracing his cock and leaving you waking up with a mess between your legs and your step dad in your bed. And you thinking you just had a wet dream

Step dad bakugou who came up to you while you were on the couch saying he’d be going shopping and he would be taking you with him because “he needed someone to carry bags for him”

Step dad bakugou taking you into Victoria secret and picking out the most expensive and beautiful panties and lingerie because “daddy just wants his girl to be happy” and because he takes pictures of you with them on in your sleep

Step dad bakugou who gets you down on your knees as he pulls out his soft cock telling you to suck him off while you look up at him innocently “teach me how daddy” he almost cums in his pants just hearing that

Step dad bakugou who knows you like the back of his hand. Always asking if you’ve been touching yourself and always checks to make sure. And every single time you’re clean…except for the time you’re not (inspired by @ihatebnha)

#🛎katsuki #katsuki bakugo imagine #mha bakugou #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou smut #bakugou x reader #mha blog #bakugou x y/n #bakugou imagine #stepdad bakugou #anime #shoujo #bakugouownsme #mha x reader #mha fanfiction #daddy bakugou #bakugou thirst #tw: inc*st #tw: somnophilia #tw: manipulation

[yandere-toons]

May I have some platonic yandere headcanons for the guardians (ROTG) in that they all adopt the reader as a surrogate family member? How would their dynamic function as a unit to take care of the reader?

Jack Frost, Sandman, Bunnymund, Toothiana & Nicholas St. North (Platonic Headcanons)

A.N. - I have a strong desire to make this into a scenario.

TOOTHIANA is the first to suggest joint adoption, and Jack Frost is convinced that a life with them is better than a life without. The rest of the Guardians are hesitant about stealing their mutual friend from their old life.

While Bunnymund's concerns stem from the belief that his guidance would be most effective at a distance, North is preoccupied with the logistics of introducing a new person to the worlds of the Guardians.

On the more neutral side of the scale lies Sandman. The Guardian of Dreams is used to monitoring their wellbeing through unconscious thoughts and has little experience with face-to-face interactions, but he is happy to entertain them with his Dreamsand when his fellow Guardians are arguing.

Sandman leans towards Bunnymund's opinion, with Jack countering North's by saying that explaining every detail is unnecessary and ruins the excitement.

There is much disagreement over how best to care for their friend. Jack and Sandman advocate for a carefree approach that dismisses most rules, viewing the Guardians of Hope and Wonder's emphasis on security as excessive.

Toothiana, while motivated by a desire to keep their friend happy, has an overbearing streak that leads to her trying to provide help where it is not wanted or needed. Bunnymund and North are split between opposing ideas of which one of them has the final say.

Jack enjoys his petty torments and, if they express discontent, will aid their friend in defying any number of North or Bunnymund's rules. North wishes to be seen as a father figure, but the other Guardians have an equally potent drive to spend time with them.

The importance of each holiday and the Guardian themselves are embellished with gifts and praise. It evolves into a popularity contest, with everyone controlling a different part of their friend's day in an attempt to prove their superiority and elicit adoration.

Despite the disharmony between the Guardians over how to schedule their day, they all agree that no one else has any business in their friend's life.

There are a few communal activities where they accentuate their virtues and successes, but these are marred by snide remarks about past incidents or mistakes made by other Guardians. This tenuous peace is further challenged by each Guardian, especially Jack and Bunnymund, interrupting and undermining one another during their established time with their friend.

Do anything you want with my work, but never make me boring!

#Yandere #Yandere x You #Yandere x Reader #Yandere x Y/N #Yandere Imagines #Yandere Headcanons #Yandere Rise of the Guardians #Yandere Jack Frost #Yandere Sandman #Yandere Toothiana #Yandere Nicholas St. North #Yandere Bunnymund #Rise of the Guardians x Reader #Jack Frost x Reader #Sandman x Reader #Toothiana x Reader #Nicholas St. North x Reader #Bunnymund x Reader #Jack Frost #Sandman #Toothiana #Nicholas St. North #Bunnymund #Rise of the Guardians #RotG #Imagines #Platonic Yandere #Reader Insert #Gender Neutral Reader

[rommahh]

{this show lacked a little luster but he still looked sexy as hell.}

“So good Harry, crowd was a little quiet but overall really amazing show.” You say to Harry from your shared hotel bed as he saunters over to the bed in his pajamas.

You were scrolling through Twitter on your secret Twitter to look at fan pages and see their reactions. Harry plopped onto the bed beside you letting out a loud exhale. Your hand found it’s place in his hair as he snuggled up against your side, head resting in your breast. He watched you like and retweet fan videos, commenting every now and then.

“Wait go back.” He speaks suddenly. Your fingers glides the screen down to the previous post. “‘Why does he edge us with this song?’ What?”

He sits up looking at you in confusion.

“You tend to do it before singing watermelon sugar.” You comment nonchalantly while he sits in his frazzled state.

“But Im not edging them…thats inappropriate. I wouldn’t do that. I just like to get them hyped up, riled for the s-“ he cuts himself off with a face of realization. “Oh…”

“Yeah, just like you do to me, it seems like you do outside of the bedroom to other people too.” You mutter sarcastically. He thumps your legs with a disapproving frown.

“I didn’t even realize I did that. Must be the adrenaline.” He quietly says to himself before laying back down on your chest. You curl his hair around your fingers, playing with his freshly washed hair.

“Mhm, you are kind of a whore on stage.”

There was a brief moment of silence before he yells out:

“A WHORE?”

#harry styles x y/n #harry styles imagine #harry styles fic #harry styles one shot #harry x reader #harry styles x reader #harrystylesficrec #harry styles love on tour #Harry styles love on tour St. Louis #hslot

[p-antomime]

edit꩜rials or fashi꩜n sh꩜w?

𖦹 minors don’t interact. ┊ wc: 2,9K.

𖦹 content: mean dom!takashi, unprotected sex, breeding kink, fingering, risky/public sex, slight possessiveness, nicknames, orgasm denial, incest, hints of jealous!takashi, dark content.

𖦹 pairings: big bro!takashi mitsuya x lil sis!model!f!reader.

ᥫ᭡. request. | tokyo rev. masterlist! | taglist!

— Pardon? — He was pissed off, you could feel it by the protective way his fingers were digging hard into your shoulder, almost leaving a mark. — Dating? — His eyes went from you to the reporter asking, the paparazzi flashes almost blinding the two of you, maybe sometimes Mitsuya would regret putting himself in the spotlight next to you, but he had no other man he could trust to do that for and with you. — Oh, no, no... sorry to disappoint you, ladies and gentlemen... — He opened a forced smile, you knew when his smiles were genuine. — But, she’s not dating, there is no time in her personal agenda for such superfluous things like relationships.

And, deep down, he wasn't lying completely.

— 'Tsuya... — You called him with one hand so that he could lean his face toward you and let you whisper the rest of the sentence directly into his ear, without letting the curious people around the two of you hear.

"I think it's about time we went in, the interview is in less than ten minutes", you whispered, and he nodded, before dismissing all the paparazzi covering your eyes so you wouldn't get retinal pain from them.

Such a good brother, that's Mitsuya Takashi.

Kind, caring, always giving his soul for your career and his, acting as if he was the only person who had the obligation to protect you from malicious producers and other models trying to sabotage you, which led him to be extremely possessive.

Mitsuya was kind even in the way he glared at you as he led you into the huge building where one of the many interviews arranged by your private agent for that week would take place.

Your feet following in his footsteps in the same way that Awan apparently did with Cain many millennia before.

— Ready? Nervous? Anxious? — Mitsuya put his hands on your face as if he was looking for some sign of a bruise that might have been done by the eager paparazzi and he hadn't noticed before, and you let out a giggle; every time his fingers caressed your skin, you felt shy because it felt like there were little chemical and electrical sparks being passed from his fingertips to your soft skin.

— Calm down, 'Tsuya-nii! I'm alright! I've gotten used to the paparazzi, I hardly even care about ‘em anymore. — Your hands rested on his and only when he felt your breath against his cheeks did Takashi realize how close he had pulled you.

And you two were in a public place and had a reputation to polish and care for.

— I know, but worry me anyway! I’m your older brother after all, so I have to keep an eye on you. — He turned away slightly, to lean against the corridor wall as he noticed that there were different doors there.

One with his and your name on it, probably some sort of dressing room or hastily made wardrobe they had arranged when they heard you both were going for that sudden interview. Others with the names of people he didn't know, were probably recording editing rooms, since almost no interviews there were done live.

— But I don't think any of ‘em would try to get close to me precisely ‘cause you’re always with me. — You leaned against the wall beside him, your hand brushing lightly against his and his eyes glued to the small cleavage between your tits in the Blumarine blouse he had assigned you. — Stop looking at me like that. — Your tone was playful and his attention traveled up your neck to your eyes, which were not staring into his.

— Can't I look at my lil’ sister?

Before you could answer, a camera crew called the two of you from one of the doors.

It was interview time and seconds later Takashi was leading you by the hand into that huge space stylized like a movie set worthy of Marc Jacobs.

Your brother's eyes automatically fell on the interviewer. A man, that didn't please his possessiveness too much, but what could he do now? Next time, he'll make sure it's a girl interviewing you.

— Oh, Takashi! Y/N! It's a pleasure to finally see you both in person, please take your seats and if they are uncomfortable, lemme know, we can replace ‘em with new ones. — The man, already seated in front of a large table with various papers and notes, indicated the two high chairs with the soft, fluffy lining and the backrest with an opening that allowed free access to the lower back of whoever was sitting down. — We have... — He looked at the timer on the other side of the table as the two of you sat down calmly. — Half an hour, right? I hope we can enjoy our time together and if both you agree, we have cameras capturing your reactions back here. — One of his hands went up to a curtain with small cameras attached. — Can y’all put the microphones on, please?

The microphones on the table were picked up and Mitsuya made a point of placing yours against the neckline of your blouse as he stared at the interviewer just to have an excuse to rub his fingers on yours breasts. As if he was telling the other man not to try to look too hard at your body.

— May we begin?

— Definitely, yes, sir! — You answered, settling a little better in the chair and leaning back a little so that you could hear the questions better and not fall into any pranks between the lines.

— Mr. Takashi? — Your brother's attention was distracted, focused on your uncrossed legs and, at the same time, on the thoughts that were beginning to eat away at his twisted mind.

— Hm? Yes, yes! We can start, yes, sorry. — A small smile appeared on Takashi's lips as his hand rested on the back of your chair.

— Right, right. — One of the notes was picked up by the other man. — Miss, what was your inspiration for becoming a model? Who encouraged you to do so?

Every interview started with this question and you were already tired of answering it, but Takashi loved to see you quoting him every time. It inflamed his ego and made him sure that no man in your life would ever be as important to you as your older brother.

— Oh, honestly, I've been very interested in fashion since I was very young and it was probably the influence of this guy here. — You raised the hand toward Mitsuya with a small, restrained smile. — Since he was the first person in the house to actually put, y’know... the hands to work in fashion, dress designer, sewing and all that stuff, I kind of got used to seeing a lot of fashion shows with him and also serving as an early model for him, so, all in all, I think the most correct answer is obviously to say that my older brother was my main inspiration!

— Oh yes, your brother, the great Takashi Mitsuya, the name that is on everyone's lips in the world of runway. — The man turned to your brother before continuing to speak. — How does it feel to be one of the youngest designers to get your clothes into a couture show?

— Honestly, it feels almost like a dream! — Takashi answered excitedly, his hand sliding to the opening in the back of your chair to brush his fingers against your lower back and your body automatically tensing up, the pressure of having his skin almost touching yours sending synapses to the middle of your legs. — I honestly didn't expect that I’d be called for such a big show without being at least about five years in the industry, y’know? No way that the Takashi Mitsuya of three years ago would think that he could achieve all that he has achieved in the year of now. — You nervously tightened the hem of your pink skirt also from Bluemarine, your brother's arm going a little lower and letting his fingers touch the crease of your ass.

— And you, Y/N, as you mentioned before, were your brother's first model, right? You two seem too close... — Your breath caught in the throat, thighs pressed against each other, Takashi's fingers slid past the edge of the skirt and pressed against the bottom of your panties and pussy. — What was your childhood like, both of you?

— It was... — You started to speak, not quite knowing how to explain as his digits ghosted over your covered folds and Mitsuya took his cue from you.

— It was difficult, really. Since our mother was almost always extremely busy ‘cause of work, the two of us, as the oldest siblings in the house, needed to assume the positions of responsibility in the household, especially since we still have two other lil’ sisters that you must know, right? Luna, Mana. — The interviewer agreed with his head. — And, well... — His fingers slowly pulled your panties aside and teased your small entrance that was slowly starting to get wet, you coughed lightly to disguise a moan that wanted to escape your lips. — We both need to grow up really fast.

— Yes, yes, and I imagine it was equally difficult trying to reconcile high school and dreams, correct?

— Definitely! Without a doubt! — Takashi nodded in agreement, his slender fingers slowly sliding inside your pussy and making you hold on with all the self-control you could muster not to bite your lip or gasp. — But, as we can see, we managed to make it all work! — A small smile appeared on his lips.

— And Y/N, if I may ask... — The interviewer exchanged two pieces of paper in his hands before focusing the attention completely on you and your brother's fingers began to slowly go in and out of your pussy, careful not to make any loud wet noises; it wasn't the first time he had fingerfucked you with in a risky place and he knew your body very well. — Would you rather be in editorials or a fashion show?

You ran your tongue over the lips, your walls clenching nervously around the digits fucking them calmly and took a deep breath, giving the impression that it was a difficult question to answer.

— I think I'd rather fashion shows. — You forced yourself to open a small smile that soon fell apart when you had to bite the lower lip to suppress a whimper as soon as Takashi curved his fingers inside you and brushed against your most sensitive spot.

— Because you prefer to be the center of attention...? — Your brother squinted his eyes, who did that man think he was to talk to you like that?

The question caught you by surprise and you didn't know whether to cough because of how stupid and insensitive it was or because of how deeply your brother's fingers were fucking you under the skirt.

— I... — You tried to think of a way to answer that without hurting your career. — Actually, n-no, sir, I just think that a catwalk gives me a little more freedom to really show myself.

An awkward silence settled over the room as the interviewer exchanged notes again and your brother's fingers kept teasing your walls. You were barely able to concentrate properly without letting the eyes roll up in pleasure and hands were clutching the fabric of your skirt almost as if you wanted to tear it.

— And what was the most memorable fashion show you have participated in so far?

Fuck, you could feel Takashi increasing the rhythm inside you and it was impossible not to let a sly little moan escape that you quickly tried to cover up with a coughing sequence that threw your body back and only made your brother's digits go deeper inside your tight pussy. And the interviewer, poor man, unaware of your perversions with your own brother was concerned enough to jump out of his own seat and lean over the table.

— Miss, you... — He tried to raise his hands to somehow help and you dismissed them with your own, continuing to cough and try to pull yourself together in the chair while Mitsuya's fingers never stopped fucking your walls.

— No... Gosh! Don't worry, I just... — You took a deep breath, stopping your own coughing slowly before your eyes fell on the timer; just two more little minutes and you could cum in less time if your brother kept fucking you so well with his fingers. — I swallowed saliva the wrong way, sorry about that! But... — Yours fingers slowly loosened the fabric of your skirt, you knew that Takashi had a slight smug smile on his face. — Back to the question, my most memorable fashion show was Schiaparell!

The knot in the bottom of your belly got even tighter, you were so close to cumming, Mitsuya was feeling his own pants getting uncomfortable just feeling the way your walls were squeezing his digits as if they didn't want to let them out.

— And you, Mr. Takashi... — The interviewer turned to your brother without paying attention to the timer. — What was the most difficult piece to customize? — Mitsuya raised his eyebrows, really needing to think about the answer.

— I think...

— The time... — You spoke breathlessly, your thighs and legs trembling, pussy was almost, almost, almost coming, and Mitsuya knew it, and yet he pulled his wet fingers out of you. — It's over, sir.

— Hm? — The interviewer looked at the two 0's marked on the timer and sighed. — Oh, indeed, that was a great interview! I hope we can get another one with you both in a lil’ while, thank you so much for today!

And you both didn't even pay attention to his last parting words before you nodded your heads and left the room as quickly as your trembling legs would allow.

You desperately needed to cum, Takashi desperately needed to fuck you and fill you with his hot cum to be able to think straight again.

Before the building staff could leave the interview room, your brother led you into the room with the names of the two of you on the little plaque and it didn't take him long to smack his lips on yours as soon as the two of you stumbled into it and his hands could freely run down your body.

— Fuck, 'Tsuya-nii! — You gasped against his lips, immediately letting him lift your skirt and bend you over the counter in front of the huge mirror that was supposed to be used for touching up your makeup. — Damn, that was for...

— A little, yeah. — Mitsuya completed his sentence by staring at you in the mirror and unbuttoning his own pants to finally get his dick between your wet folds as one of your hands pulled your panties aside. — Fuck, you're so fucking wet, sweetie, were my fingers that good? — His mouth latched onto your neck and you groaned as you felt his puffy tip enter you.

— 'Tsuya-mhm! Fuck! — Your head fell back just as he slammed deep inside your pussy, widening you with his long cock and pushing you even more dangerously close for an orgasm. — Your cock ngh... — One hand of his clamped down on your chin to force you to face him through the mirror. — 'S so deep!

— Look at your brother when he's the one fucking you so well, little one. — You felt shame take hold of you as you heard him call you by that old nickname and your walls tightened around his dick. — Oh, what a pervy, getting off on my innocent words. — A giggle escaped his lips before his hips began to hump yours.

His dick going deeper than his fingers and it didn't take long before you actually came.

Your body was already so close, he had already got you ready to take him in your tight little pussy.

Your walls pressed against his cock and you squirted completely while your brother continued to fuck you and watched in the mirror as your eyes rolled up and some saliva began to drip down your chin. Oh, he could make you like a drooling mess with so little, it was almost adorable to watch you surrender to his touch over and over again as if you didn't have a full-blooded connection between the two of you.

— Fuck, your tight lil’ pussy mhm! — Takashi gasped against your pussy, continuing to pound your pussy through your orgasm. — Squeezing me like that, fuck, you want even my cum, don't you? — You could barely think straight and, yet, nodded desperately, the overstimulation slowly taking control of your body. — My hot, thick cum, your big brother's cum, you're gonna love it, little one, you're gonna keep it all inside your lil‘ pussy for me, aren't you? — You moaned a 'Tsuya-nii, please', it was the first time the two of you had gone that far.

And, honestly, Mitsuya had dreamed about this for a long time. The thought of breeding you, of filling you with warm cum, of making you his girl in such an intimate way almost made him come untouched and not a few times he imagined himself filling your pussy with his seed while you gave him a quick blowjob backstage at a fashion show.

In one deep, strong thrust, Takashi poured all the cream into your cunt, filling you to the brim, with the head falling back, letting out loud moans and his hands gripping your waist tightly to hold you in place as he turned you into his breeding doll.

The two of you didn't even pay attention to the door slowly opening because of the sounds of your older brother.

And maybe it was Shiba Hakkai who had the bad luck to catch you both in the act, after all, you weren't the only model who had an interview scheduled there today.

ㅤ🏷 tagging: @festive @wakaslut @bontensucker @wakasa-wifey @manjiroscum @inu1gf @keisaint @saaraunicorn @ranilingus @mizurimirai @sleepy3 @slut4manjiro @qudvxnkanx @hirwishin @satmitsuplanet @manjiroscum .

#mitsuya takashi smut #mitsuya smut #mitsuya x reader #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev smut #mitsuya x you #mitsuya takashi #takashi mitsuya smut #mitsuya x y/n #tw.dark content #tw.inc*st #tw.breeding kink #tw.possessiveness

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

COSMIC - S2:E4; Chapter Four, Will The Wise - [Pt. 4 - FINAL PART]

A Will Byers x Male!Reader Series

𝘈𝘯 𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘑𝘰𝘺𝘤𝘦 —  𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘴. 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩, 𝘌𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺. 𝘈 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘠/𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘤.

⚠️Warnings: Abusive behavior. Racism. Animal death

||𝟑𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

Will continued to draw, never faltering. And his movements never slowed.

Several sheets of paper, with similar purple and blue features.

The second he was done, he would swiftly swipe the drawing behind him and it would land on the floor like the others. Not unlike a printer would.

Joyce grabbed a handful and returned through to the living room, where Hop sat, looking at a handful of Will's drawings himself.

"This is more of the same," she said, joining him on the couch.

"Oh, it's nothing. It's just scribbles."

The pages they held before them, as well as the ones still being made in Will's room usually featured a black page with some variant of purple-blue sections. Ranging from corner to corner, corner to side, bottom to side, top to corner, and so forth. Some of them were just pure purple and blue.

"Wait," Joyce had caught sight of the drawing Hopper was currently looking at. "Wait."

"What? What?"

"Wait. These black lines, see?"

She held up one of the several drawings she possessed up to Hopper.

Hopper was still confused.

"What?"

The drawing she held matched perfectly with the one in his hands.

"They connect. They connect!"

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Hopper had now pushed aside all the furniture in the living room, opening up space for the drawings.

They grabbed more piles and scattered the drawing all over the floor, matching piece after piece.

Finally, the duo stood, marveling at the large intricate design the pictures had made. They were sprawled out all over the room, so much so in fact that they twisted and curled and began creeping up the walls.

"Does this mean anything to you?" Hopper asked.

Joyce scoffed, gesturing to the work before them. "No."

"I mean, is it some kind of maze or a road?" She wondered.

They began wandering around the room, careful as to not step on the drawings.

"I-I mean, it's sort of forking and branching like... like lightning." She gestured to the many twists and turns below her feet.

"You think it's that storm?" He asked, referring to the drawing.

"No, the storm he drew was completely different. He used red." She said, certain about her son's artistic patterns. "And this is all blue and it has some sort of weird dirt color. I mean, maybe it's roots."

"'Cause remember," she continued, lost in thought. "he was saying it was spreading and--"

"killing." He finished. "He said they were killing."

Hopper felt his chest sink at the words. Familiarity tugging at his mind. He hoped he was wrong. But he was almost certain he wasn't.

"Vines." Joyce looked to Hopper just as he retreated to the front door, gathering his things. "He's drawing vines."

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

The bell rang harshly, signaling the end of the school day. Just as he had hoped, Lucas found Max at her locker.

"Hey, Max. Have you seen Dustin? We're supposed to meet after class."

Max slammed her locker door and stomped away.

Lucas frowned and called after her. He chased her and trailed after her, and it wasn't until they reached the steps outside the school that she answered.

"Hey, Max! Hey, where are you going? Come on! We've gotta go look for Dart."

"Yeah, good luck with that." She spits, not looking back.

Max made it to the parking lot when Lucas finally caught back up to her.

"What is wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me?" She scoffed. "What's wrong with you?"

She brushed a stray piece of hair from her eyes angrily as she walked.

"I don't understand!"

Max whirled around on her heels, looking at Lucas for the first time in the conversation.

"No! I don't understand!" She shouted, and Lucas jumped back slightly. "You guys act like you want me to be your friend but then you just treat me like garbage!"

"That's not true!" He said defensively.

She scoffed and nodded.

"Actually, you're right," she smiled, and Lucas briefly relaxed.

Her face quickly hardened once more.

"Y/n hasn't. He's the only one of you jerks that have actually been nice to me. The only one who's making an effort to get me in the party. But, ya know what? Tell him I said thanks but he doesn't have to try anymore. I don't want to be in your stupid party anyway."

Lucas tried to find words but Max stopped him before he could say anything.

"All you guys do is lock yourselves in the AV room keeping secrets like we're in second grade or something. You know, I thought you actually wanted me in your party."

"I do. But it's..."

"But what?"

He sighed, at a loss for words.

"There... there are just things. Things we can't tell you, all right? For your own safety."

"My own safety?" She repeated, fuming.

"Yes!"

"Because I'm a girl?"

"What? No!"

"Did you keep secrets from El?" She asked, her voice lowered but was still hostile.

Lucas stiffened.

"How do you know about El?"

"Did you?" She pressed.

"That was different. Trust me. Okay? That was just... different."

"Okay. You know what? Forget it. Have a nice life."

Max spun around and stomped away, ignoring his cries of protest.

"You still stink by the way!"

Lucas's heart sank as he watched Max walk away. He frowned and hesitantly brought his sleeve to his nose.

He recoiled at the stench.

"Oh, shit!"

Max set down her skateboard and stepped on. Besides one little push, she let gravity do its work and she steadily rolled down across the parking lot towards her stepbrother's car.

Unbeknownst to her, he had watched the whole exchange.

When she approached the car she hopped off her skateboard and tucked it back under her arm. Billy pushed off from where he was leaning against the hood and he stormed around to the driver's side door.

"That kid you were talking to, who is he?"

"He's no one."

"No one?"

"This kid from class." She replied impatiently.

She got in the passenger side but Billy lingered, glaring at Lucas as he looked in their direction in curiosity.

Billy narrowed his eyes and got in the front seat, slamming the door behind him.

He placed a cigarette between his lips and he lit it. Staring ahead, he took a puff and held it out the window as he rested his arm.

"Why was he talking to you?" He asked lowly.

"It was just about a stupid class assignment." She muttered.

His jaw clenched and he fidgeted with the cigarette at the end of his fingertips.

"Then why are you so upset?"

"I'm not!"

"He causing you trouble?"

"Why do you care?" She snapped, looking at him.

"Because, Max, you're a piece of shit, but we're family now whether we like it or not, meaning I'm stuck looking after you."

She rolled her eyes and threw her arms up in a shrug.

"What would I ever do without- Hey!"

Billy grabbed her wrist tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white. She froze in fear and he leaned in, teeth gritted.

"This is serious shit, okay? I'm older than you. And something you learn is that there are a certain type of people in this world that you stay away from, and that kid, Max..." he tightened his grip on her wrist and tugged on it. "That kid is one of them."

Max tried to pull her arm back but he gave it a shake, his eyes burning holes in hers.

"You stay away from him, you hear me?" He growled. "Stay. Away."

He roughly shoved her arm away and returned to his cigarette, and started the engine.

Max turned to the window in an attempt to hide her tears and quivering lip.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

The tires of the chief's car blew and sent dirt and dust flying in his tracks. The car bounced as he crossed the end of the dirt road and onto the bumpy field on the pumpkin patch.

He drove to the center of the pumpkin patch wasteland and the car swerved to an urgent stop. Hopper got out of the car and grabbed the shovel he kept in the truck bed and closed the trunk.

He walked through the fields, shovel over his shoulder, to the very center of the field. He stopped when he reached the strongest patch of rot and decay, the patch where the most flies occupied.

Where everything had been killed.

Shovel in hand, he threw it into the ground and began his excavation.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

El stared at the files before her. Familiarity tugged at the back of her mind at the words 'missing experiment'

Curious, she opened it.

El frowned as she read, understanding only bits and pieces.

Before her was a collection of papers stapled together that were typed-like it belonged in the folder. On top of that were scraps of paper, one of them was a photocopy of an old news article, a small section of it highlighted, and then several handwritten notes in red ink. It looked like Hopper's handwriting, El thought. There were scribbles of red ink on several pieces of paper, off to the side with several footnotes in different articles

The first thing she examined was a piece of paper from Hopper's notepad, the one, she recognized from the Don't Be Stupid Rules. It was a messy jumble of words like he was trying to get them down on paper before he forgot. They were scribbled quickly and were barely legible.

"Another volunteer pregnant. Either escaped with kid, or escaped and gave birth?? Woman killed, son lived (presumably) Somewhere in Hawkins???"

El frowned, reading further, intrigued.

"Hiding?" The word was scratched out with a single line, next to the words, "He wouldn't remember."

Below that was a small bullet point list of the kid's possible traits.

"13/14 y/o boy

Orphan?

Adopted?

Living on the streets?"

El's mind snagged on the familiar word, 'adopted'. She remembered when she first heard it, Mike's voice echoed in her mind.

《●●●》

"...It's funny actually, Y/n is from Hawkins. Or at least that's where they found him."

"...Dustin was so young he doesn't remember any of it, but I think him and his mom were visiting family here and they just... found him, I think?"

《●●●》

El's first initial reaction was to dismiss the thought, it couldn't be Y/n. But the doubt vanished almost as soon as it came. Memories of her week with Y/n came flooding back to her mind. Granted, she often dwelled on this week, but this time was different. She looked at moments in a whole new light, and it only made sense that it could be Y/n.

《●●●》

"Oh, he was such a great student. Oh, he's going to leave a hole in the community." A boy farther down the bleachers mocked, beginning to fake sob.

Y/n began shaking, El noticed, facing the boy who spoke, visibly furious. El's eyes fell to Y/n's hands. They were gripping the bench they sat on and El barely noticed the light hues in her friend's hands.

"Y/n!" She heard Lucas whisper, making Y/n look at him.

"What?!" He asked.

El watched curiously as Y/n's eyes fell to his own hands and seemed shocked at the effects left on the bleachers. Y/n's mood seemed to change drastically, El noted, and then she realized Y/n was looking back at her, slightly panicked and confused. El's eyes fell to Y/n's hands one last time, knowing something peculiar happened that couldn't be easily explained.

It almost reminded her of when she used her powers for the first time...

No. It couldn't be.

She shook her head ever so slightly and remembered the word Y/n had taught her. Looking at the boy that upset Y/n, she repeated it back to him.

"Mouth breather."

Much to El's excitement, Y/n chuckled slightly and smiled at El, seeming to feel slightly better.

"Yeah." Y/n nodded. "Yeah, mouth breather."

《●●●》

El thought about that moment a lot. Y/n had always shown that they cared about her, and was truly the first real friend she ever had, besides Mike of course. But she always felt close to Y/n in a different way. A way she couldn't really explain. And she felt truly happy and proud to be the one to make her friend feel better in that moment.

It was no big feat, but to El, it meant a lot.

The only thing that came to mind to explain how she saw Y/n, was another word she had learned from Mike.

Brother.

But she supposed that's why she often overlooked the odd moment with the bench and his hands.

Then, of course, there was that moment at the school, minutes before she said her goodbye.

It was very hazy thought, and she could only remember bits and pieces. After all, she was fighting consciousness when it happened.

El never really understood how she was rescued from Papa that night.

But she did remember being knocked back. And how all the bad men had been standing around her, holding her friends hostage, and then the next thing she knew everyone was on the ground. And a sense of warmth in between. She had still been awfully cold from the bath, her clothes were still slightly damp, but in between consciousness she felt a small and brief burst of warmth. She remembered thinking it felt nice on the still damp and cold dress she wore.

El realized she never really stopped to think about how they escaped. Especially when she hadn't done anything that she could recall of course, besides getting rid of the woman that killed the nice man who fed her. And the guards with her.

Then Papa showed up. And she called out to Mike. And then the warmth.

As El dwelled on the memory more, she remembered something she didn't before. Something that was said after the warmth.

"'Surprise'" El repeated her voice barely above a whisper.

Y/n. It must have been. Y/n must be the missing experiment, she realized.

It only made sense.

She remembered how tired Y/n had been after they escaped Papa. He must drain easily like she does.

And they must have done something when they got briefly separated when they were all fleeing from the vans. That would explain why Y/n passed out.

But had he known? He must not have, El thought, because she was almost certain that Y/n would have told her.

El realized she had been rereading the same sentence over and over again this whole time as she considered these things.

Shaking her head slightly, she focused all her attention on the words once more, trying to make sense of what they meant.

It was a single sentence at the bottom of the same notepaper, in quotation marks. It was a quote.

"This baby was supposed to have some sorta,"

The words she read next, made her shiver. She couldn't quite say why, but she knew it was important.

Familiar.

"untapped potential for the greater good"

Maybe it had been one of the many things Papa had said to El to get her to work harder.

How she could be just what he was missing.

No, no that wasn't it. How she was what he had to work with.

'She would be enough.'

'They didn't need the other one.'

'Eleven had his potential.'

El hadn't realized her eyes were watering until she noticed she could barely make out the words anymore. Her vision was blurring.

Was Y/n the one Papa had been whispering about all this time when he thought she couldn't hear?

She sighed heavily, setting down the file folder down in her lap and raking two anxious hands through her curls.

El looked around the room, steadying her breathing. Her eyes fell on a pinkish-red folder that sat in the box.

She set the missing experiment files down next to her, picking up the new folder with interest.

El realized her knees were aching so she rose to her feet, taking a seat on the couch.

"Ives. Terry." She read aloud.

She recognized the name from the small mention in the other folder. Curious, she opened it.

Not unlike the other folder, it was an organized mess of articles and files. The first one she read was in big letters and it caught her eye first.

"INDIANA WOMAN SUES D.O.A. CLAIMS CHILD WAS STOLEN"

She looked to the picture below it, and her heart ached-it thundered in her chest. She had no memory of ever seeing this woman but for some reason, she felt like she knew her.

She turned the pages over and found another article.

"DAUGHTER JANE TAKEN WHEN SHE WAS A BABY, IVES CLAIMS."

"Jane," she whispered.

El noticed a small handful of things, too short to be pinned in like the others, and was paper clipped to the side.

"CHILD ABDUCTIONS AGAINST HAWKINS LAB THROWN OUT."

and

"TERRY IVES SUING - 'They Took My Daughter' By Benjamin Buck"

A specific passage from this article had been highlighted and underlined more than once like Hopper had looked over it several times.

"Ms. Ives suit seeks unspecified damages against Dr. Brenner and his facility, alleging physical abuse, sleep deprivation, malnourishment, and multiple allegations of kidnapping both attempted and successful..."

Next to it was another note from Hopper.

A question of his had been crossed out, and a statement was written beside it, as if he answered it.

"Attempted and successful? 'Attempted' must be missing experiment."

El was about to flip the page when she noticed a small corner peeking out from under those two articles. Placing one hand on the files, she grabbed the corner with the other to find a photo.

It was a photo outside Hawkins Lab, of Terry and next to her was,

"Papa," she whispered in slight fear.

El suspected who the woman was, but something in her needed to know for sure.

She could contact her.

No, the TV was still broken. But the radio wasn't, El realized.

With the picture still firmly in her hand, El grabbed the radio from the bookshelf and her blindfold before returning to her spot near the files.

She knelt down on the floor where she left the missing experiment folder and turned on the radio, switching through all the channels until she finally heard the static she was hoping to find. El placed the radio on the floor next to her and secured the blindfold over her eyes. Holding the photo tight in her hands and bringing it up to her heart she searched.

She was back in the familiar void. She saw a woman in a rocking chair, facing away from her. El couldn't see her face but it looked like the woman from the photo.

She was muttering something El couldn't quite decipher until she walked closer.

"Three to the right. Four to the left."

El had reached the woman she believed to be her mother, her heart pounding. She walked around the chair to see the same woman, but older, aged by time and trauma.

Her eyes were closed, but she was still mumbling passionately as she rocked slightly back and forth in the chair.

"Run. Rainbow. Three to the right. Four to the left."

El was standing in front of her now, watching her with worry and confusion.

"Rainbow. Three to the right. Four to the left. Four-fifty..."

Her eyes ripped open and she looked at El lovingly.

"Jane,"

It was her. All the doubts she had washed away and she looked at her mother.

"Mama?"

She stepped forward, leaning down ever so slightly. She extended her hand out to her mother, her mother's finger twitching slightly as if she were trying to reach out to her daughter.

El placed her palm on her mother's hand, having given her nothing more than a loving squeeze when suddenly her mother disappeared under her very fingertips.

El breathing picked up and she looked around frantically, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Mama!"

She grasped feverishly through the air where her mother once was, watching the dying smoke of her image escape from her grasp.

"Mama?" She wailed.

She dropped to her knees in defeat, sobs wracking her body. Back in the living room of the cabin, El cried out, still clutching the photograph.

"Mama! Mama!" El shrieked, pain enveloping her heart.

She ripped the blindfold off her eyes and she felt her upper lip grow wet from the blood mixing in with her snot, tears staining her cheeks.

"Mama..." she sobbed as if by some miracle her mother would hear her cries and come for her-comfort her.

She was told her mother was gone. Hopper had told her that. And there her mother was, alive, somewhere out there.

And just like that, she was gone again.

El collapsed in on herself, holding her own head in her hands as she wept.

||𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

The trip to Will's felt like hours, but eventually, we rounded the corner and found ourselves on Will's lawn. Mike and I ditched our bikes and ran up the porch steps. Both of us were still panting from our ride over here, we went as fast as we could.

I knocked on the door quietly but urgently and waited. That was until Mike sighed growing impatient and pounded on the door a little harder.

"Hello?" He called.

"Will? Mrs. Byers?" I added.

I heard muffled footsteps and then the deadbolt unlocking.

Mrs. Byers peeked her head out, reluctant to show any more than her own frame.

"Hey,"

"Hey, Y/n, hi Mike" She eased.

"Mrs. Byers, we don't mean to intrude but is Will here? We were hoping to ask him-- see if he's okay."

She looked over her shoulder, growing antsy.

"You know what? Now is not really a good time,"

Mike beat me to it.

"Is he okay?"

She sighed, looking over her shoulder briefly once more, and stepped out onto the porch with us. She closed the door behind her.

"Yeah. You know, he's... he's just not feeling real well."

She kept walking, putting a gentle hand on either one of us, politely ushering us away.

"He's lying down, so I'll tell him you two stopped by, okay?"

She gave us a polite smile and retreated to the door.

I didn't bother to stop myself from what I said next.

"We know about the shadow monster."

She turned to look at me, worry and recognition flashed across her face.

"Will saw him, didn't he?"

||𝟑𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

"Mew-Mew! Where are you? Mew-Mew!"

Mrs. Henderson poured out her cat's dinner in the usual bowl, just as her son walked in the front door.

"Hey, Dusty!

"Hi, hey. Hey, mom." Dustin spoke quickly, his movements just as quick.

He was anxious to get to his room and check on Dart.

Mrs. Henderson frowned and straightened up.

"Everything okay, Dusty? Where's Y/n?"

"Oh, uh, yeah they're hanging out with Mike and Will. Everything's fine" He said quickly.

He slipped past his mother and into his room. He closed the door and locked it behind him, making his way to the terrarium and shedding his hat and backpack on the bed.

"Dart, I've gotta talk to you, buddy. It's about my friend, Will. I think-"

He ripped off the pink sheet and his stomach dropped.

The glass was broken and slime was everywhere. It was a pale olive green and it dripped from the remaining shards of glass and all over the sand.

And exactly where Dustin had left him, was what looked like a thick, slimy sheen of green film.

Hesitantly, Dustin picked it up to examine it, and he cringed in disgust.

"What the hell?" He whispered, horrified.

Dart had shed his skin.

Dustin jumped in fright and whipped around when he heard a deeper but familiar screech come from the opposite end of his room. Behind his chair.

"Dart?" He said.

Dustin heard a horrible squelching noise, followed by grunting.

His heart pounded loudly in his chest and slowly he crept forward.

His eyes fell to his rug and he noticed a trail of shredded pieces of skin. These pieces were much darker, almost black, and they looked less smooth.

Dustin still heard grunting and growling from behind his chair and he gulped as the trail of skin turned into streaks of blood. It was stained into his carpet and up his chair.

He heard a sickening crunch as he approached the corner, what he found behind the bloodied chair made him gasp in horror.

A dark green slimy creature on four legs hungrily and viciously attacking the lifeless and bloodied body of Mews.

Dart looked up from his meal and faced a horrified Dustin, his long slimy tail flicking back and forth. He roared, causing his head to open up, hundreds of bloodied teeth showing as any other Demogorgon would.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Dusk had fallen over Hawkins, and Hopper panted heavily as he dug. He had been digging all day and it was growing harder to see. The horizon was now a soft lilac bleeding into a darker shade of blue.

His limbs ached but he never yielded, striking the shovel in the dirt for the thousandth time. He had dug a miniature crater that he now stood in, the dirt and untouched ground around him reaching the top of his hat.

Dirt flew over his shoulder and landed in the many mini hills of dirt that had formed around the edge of the crater.

Panting, he threw his shovel into the first once more, and just as he was about to give in to the doubt that he dug in the wrong place, he felt the shovel slow and heard an odd squelch.

His hopes rising, he swallowed his exhaustion as best as he could and dug faster. He held the shovel in the air, before heaving it into the ground with a forceful grunt.

He felt the shovel break the oddly thick wall and pulled the shovel back up with all his strength. He heard the substance rip and tear as it broke and it was soon followed by a sharp hiss as air escaped from the opening. One not far off from a hiss of compressed air leaving a can of beer.

A small hole formed as dirt filtered through the hole he had created.

He brought the shovel up once more and slammed it into the ground. He heard it bubble as he prodded the ground. He cringed at the smell that wafted into his face and chunks of the ground came up with the shovel.

Hopper paused and looked on, mystified and concerned.

He didn't know what he would find below his feet and the thought scared him now. Nevertheless, he dug a hole big enough to fit through and he lowered himself into the ground.

He planted his feet on the ground and caught his breath. Flashlight in hand he looked at his surroundings. He was in a dark tunnel and familiar flakes of dead earth floating in the air.

"Oh, Jesus,"

It was the same purple-blue tunnels from Will's drawings.

Tunnels from the Upside Down.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

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[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

imagine overprotective older bro armin

tw: sibling incest, possessiveness, overprotectiveness, yandere tendencies, noncon, manipulative behavior, codependence,

- very sweet brother. very caring, will shower you with gifts. does your chores if you complain you're too tired. he spoils you rotten.

- On-flip side: no male friends. ever. non-negotiable for him. you've tried to tell him how irrational he is but he just smiles at you like you're a dumb little thing and tells you, "at your age, no guy will ever want to be just friends with you. we both know that."

-every since you were young, armin has kind of drilled into your head that men were evil creatures who suck the life and purity out of living things, so needless to say, you are scared of every boy you encounter.

- trustworthy and dependable. extremely dependable. drives you everywhere, scoops you up, and drops you off to wherever you need to go.

-a GPS tracker on your phone. "for your safety"

- so incredibly smart. you could never keep up. the best tutor in the world. explains everything well and efficiently. you sit in his lap bc it's easier to look at his notes this way, isn't that right? he holds you close and tight, face buried in your neck when it's time for practice problems. sure his hands may travel up up and up but you're siblings silly. as long as he doesn't touch the apex between your thighs, it's all fine!

- you weren't scared of all boys though, you have the teensiest crush on jean, armin's longtime friend. you can't help it. jean is so confident and clever, and he makes you laugh. you like the way he ruffles your hair and says he wishes he had a cute sister just like you. armin who is sharper than a boxcutter finds out rather quickly, and then you find yourself bent over his knee as he spanks you with his belt for not being such a whore and not following his rules.

- your ass is flushed red, and you're blubbering with tears even after he's done spanking you and is trying to soothe the welts with the gentle patting of his hand. cooks your favorite dinner, and lets you have two scoops of ice cream for dessert later that night.

- you sleep in the same bed. his bed. every morning you wake up with his arm wrapped around you, and erm something hard pressing against your backside that you two will never acknowledge.

-armin likes you sweet and innocent. but his own urges conflict with your best interests. maybe with just a little more sweet talk, coaxing, and the expensive gold necklace you've been eying at the mall, he'll be able to convince you that wrapping your pretty lips around his cock is a perfectly normal sibling bonding activity.

#armin x y/n #armin arlet x reader #yandere armin arlert #slight dubcon #tw dubcon #tw inc*st #attack on titan headcanons

[redhead-batgal]

for your st patrick day prompts - number 2 with jason todd :)

Type: Drabble

Pairing: Bartender! Reader and Red Hood/Jason Todd

Prompts: 🍀2: "Now we drink!"

Word Count: 1,777

Content: Alcohol, cursing, flirting, bartender hack? (I think), fighting, weapons, in a bar, crappy Irish accents, and possible drunkenness

(P.S. Takes place on St. Patty’s Day and I vaguely know things about bars and bartenders so if I have something wrong sorry)

“Welcome to Clover’s Hallow, what can I get for you Laddie?” You remarked in a very sloppy Irish accent.

The guy in front of, dressed in a leather jacket and white streak in his hair, raised an eyebrow at you. Laughing slightly, he leaned on the bar and gave you a look. 

“That,” He began, “has gotta be the fakest Irish accent I’ve ever heard.”

You sighed slightly, finally a smart customer. Grabbing a glass and filling it with what another customer had already ordered, grinned at the guy and replied with a wink,

“Yeah, but it fools the drunks.” 

The guy laughed and you slid the glass down to the end of the bar where the customer expecting it was waiting. Turning your full attention towards the guy you gave me a small smile.

“What can I get for you on this fine and green day?” 

The guy laughed slightly rubbing at his mouth before you held up a hand, your smile widening. 

“Wait, wait. Let me guess.”

The guy sighed the smile still clear on his face and you placed your elbows on the bar before leaning on your arms. Looking the guy over you noticed the slick leather of his jacket, how it seemed new despite there being a splatter or two on it. The guy tilted his head to the side, and you saw the inside of the jacket looked soft and fancy.... hmmmm

“You seem like a champagne man.” 

The guy coughed laughing slightly, before giving you a strange look. He shrugged and replied, 

“Not today.” 

Noting the amused expression on his face you nodded,

“Ah I see you wanna stick to tradition then. Whiskey on the rocks?” 

The guy nodded, shaking his head before replying, “Yeah that’ll be good.” 

Yanking a whisky bottle off of the shelf you grabbed a glass, filling it with ice before setting it on the bar and pouring out the whisky. Once the glass was full you slid it to the guy who smiled at you nodding in thanks. 

Fingering the glass, the guy looked up at you, curiosity strained across his face. 

“Can I ask you a question?”

“As long it’s not where I live or for my number of course...at least for now.” 

Laughing slightly, he pushed his glass before meeting your gaze, “Why do you pretend to have an accent?”

You shrugged before picking up an empty glass and running it under the faucet. Rinsing it out before drying it out with a cloth. 

“This place is Clover’s Hallow, clearly the bartender must be Irish right? People usually assume I’m Irish, I’ve gotten tired of explaining that I’m not now I just pretend I am.” 

The guy opened his mouth to continue, and you cut him off throwing the rag over your shoulder and leaning on the bar fully. 

“Another question?” You sighed teasingly with a smile and a wink, “you're lucky your cute jacket boy.” 

Instead of responding, jacket boy laughed and smiled, and you continued. 

“Wait, wait. I know your next question. Why do people think I’m Irish? Honestly, I have no idea, just because I work in a bar with Clover in the name doesn’t mean I’m Irish. I mean I don't think I look Irish."

"I think you do." Jacket boy replied smiling slightly

"And why is that?"

"Because you're begging to be kissed."

Smiling, you laughed slightly and pointed at jacket boy, who had finally picked up his glass and taken a drink. 

"Aw, you’re cheeky. I like that.”

Jacket boy choked and began coughing and you laughed, swatting at him slightly. Out of the corner of your eye you saw a girl waving at you trying to get your attention. 

“I have to go but I’ll be right back,” You began looking jacket boy dead in the eyes. “You stay right here. I’m not done with you yet.”

Walking across the way you stopped right in front of the girl, looked a little uncomfortable. The guy at her side was leaning on her heavily and she gave you a tight smile. 

"Can I get Angel shot with lime, please?"

You blinked once then twice and the words slipped from your mouth before you could stop yourself, "Oh shit.” It had been a while since you heard that code word in the bar, after all you usually had a radar for the creeps and kicked them out before it got far.

The girl winced and the guy scowled at you, waving a drink in your face, clearly drunk. 

He growled, “What the hell is wrong with you?” 

“Oh sorry,” You scrambled to cover up, “it’s just been a while since I’ve gotten that order. I don’t know if we have all the ingredients, let me take a look.”

Turning around you nervously fiddled with your hands. Meeting Jacket boy’s eyes you smiled tightly, and he raised an eyebrow before looking at the girl and guy near you. Looking around the stuff on the shelves you kept your eyes on the girl and pulled an old favorite of yours off the shelf. 

Out of the corner of your eye you see jacket boy move from his seat over towards the creepy guy and the girl who asked for help. Tapping the guy on the shoulder, Jacket boy scowls and you wince. This was so not gonna be good. 

“Hey, let her go.”  Jacket boy said and the guy rolled his eyes

“Why should, I pretty boy?”

“Let her go.” 

Ignoring him, the guy actually pulls the girl closer, and she looks even more uncomfortable. Setting the glass and bottles down you reached out under the bar for your shotgun. However, before you could react, jacket boy did. 

Pushing the guy away from the girl, Jacket boy gives him a dark look.

“I said let her go.”

The guy scowled, setting his drink down and you held out a hand to the girl, she quickly climbed on top of her seat, took your hand and climbed across the bar. 

“Alright then pretty boy let go.” 

You sighed but before you could break it up the two began throwing punches. 

“Fuck,” You muttered under your breath as the brawl expanded to the regulars and it turned into a bar wide fight. 

Yanking your shotgun out from under the bar you cocked the gun and fired a blank into the ceiling. Everyone froze and looked your way; you raised an eyebrow and pointed the gun towards the door.

“Everybody out! Except for the two of your assholes who started this bullshit.” 

Quickly everyone either finished their drinks in one gulp and hurried out the door or shot apologizes your way as they left money on their tables and left the bar. It took a little less than ten minutes for the bar to be cleared. 

Jacket boy had a grip on the creep’s shoulder and moved him towards a chair and sat him down in it. Walking down the way you grabbed the phone off of the wall and quickly dialed nine-one-one. 

After the operator picked up you quickly explained the situation and had cops headed in your direction. The girl thanked you profusely and you waved away her thanks. 

By the time the cops got there, the creep had cooled down a little and gotten scared. You passed him off to the cops and got assured the girl would be alright. 

Sighing in relief you sank onto a seat of your own and Jacket boy walked behind the bar, a black eye, busted lip and bloodied knuckles. 

“What,” You mused more to yourself, “do we do now?”

Jacket boy smiled and grabbed a bottle of whiskey from your shelf and passed it to you. 

“Now we drink!” 

 You laughed standing up and snatching the bottle from him, you grabbed the glass you had given him earlier and filled it up. Accepting the glass, jacket boy began to drink, and you took a swig straight from the bottle. 

Wincing jacket boy tried to finish his glass, but it seemed difficult. 

Setting the bottle down you waved at him, he gave you a confused look but came around the bar and you stood up. Patting the seat, you smiled at him. 

“Alright take a seat here troublemaker. I’ll go and get the first aid kit so I can take care of all the bruises and cuts you put on your pretty face.”

Looking upset but sitting down, Jacket boy replied, “I’m not pretty.” 

You laughed as you reached around the bar grabbing the first aid kit and nodded. 

“Sure, you’re not.” 

He scowled and you popped open the first aid kit and yanked bandages, a cloth and ointment out of it. Wetting the cloth, you set it on the bar before going and grabbing a bag and filling it with ice.

The room was silent and you hummed slightly not liking it.

 “And here I was thinking you were a respectable gentleman.” You commented as you gently began to examine his face.

“What says I’m not?” Jacket boy asked, raising an eyebrow at you. 

Shaking your head, you replied in exasperation, “You got into a bar fight!”

“That was just so I could end up here with you caring for me.” 

Jacket boy winked at you with his good eye, and you pushed back a snort. He smiled and you shook your head. His split lip was becoming worse, and you doubted the black eye would be good for his head tomorrow. Pressing a wet cloth to his face, you then reached for the ice pack. Grabbing onto your hand, he blinked a bit slowly and you laughed. He seemed off. 

Staring at your face he smiled slightly before remarking, “your eyes are dazzling.” 

“Are you drunk?” You asked almost in surprise, you had only given two glasses of whiskey

“No, I’m Jason.”

You laughed even more, realizing that he is drunk and that he’s a light weight.

“I’m Y/N”

With this good looking and kind of charming kind in front of you, you had to smile. Running a hand through your hair you sighed. This guy- no Jason, could stay down here drunk. It wouldn’t hurt to have him crash on your couch, right? No, no that’d be weird

“Y/N,” Jason muttered, “that’s a nice name. I like that.” 

Staring at him for a moment your felt heat flushes your cheeks. Damnit, this was probably going to end badly. 

“Jason’s not half bad, but I still think Jacket boy is better.”

Jason laughed and you sighed with a smile. 

Maybe, just maybe St Paddy’s Day was very, very lucky.

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[rebelrebels]

Could I request a possessive Simon x reader 👀

indeed you can. this was more like a fluffy possessive simon whoops

warnings: language

summary: (honestly more fluffier than i thought) simon is tired of sunnyvalers flirting with you when it's clear you're dating him. so, simon tries to makes sure no one else flirts with you.

"Simon, hurry up if you want to kick Sunnyvale ass!"

"I'm coming!"

Deena honked her car's horn once again. Simon came running out the front door with his backpack. You scooted over in the backseat to make room for him. He gladly took up all of the space.

"Why did you have to take all of us to meet your girlfriend?" You huffed.

"It's an excuse to get drunk with my girlfriend."

"We all know you're just going to make out in the bathroom," Simon responded. Everyone else agreed.

Deena started driving to Sunnyvale, and Josh had the luxury of sitting in the front seat. You, Kate, and Simon were stuck in the backseat.

Simon procured some cassettes from his backpack.

"Hey, no sappy shit, alright?" Deena said before putting one of the tapes he handed into the car's cassette deck.

"School's Out" By Alice Cooper came on instead, so you and Simon yelled the lyrics painfully off-key. Kate eventually joined in. After thirty minutes of singing along to rock songs, you finally arrived at Sunnyvale. There wasn't even a welcome sign anymore, just the usual disgruntled Sunnyvalers giving you the middle finger. Deena drove up to Sam's house and parked in the driveway.

Simon grabbed his backpack. "I don't know why you carry that around all the time," you said.

"For emergencies," he said matter-of-factly. You looked over at Kate, who shrugged.

Deena was busy bringing all of your gifts for Sam inside, and you were preoccupied with pouring yourself a cup of alcohol-free punch. Sam specifically said alcohol-free when Simon walked in.

You were about to go talk to Simon, but a Sunnyvaler stopped you.

"Can I help you?" You asked.

"You're pretty."

Came off a little too strong, you thought to yourself. Before you could say another word, Simon was next to you wrapping his arm around your waist.

"Fuck off," Simon said. The Sunnyvaler Stranger scurried away mumbling curses underneath his breath.

"That was a little much, Si."

"I know, right? The best for my lover."

You rolled your eyes to hide a small, lopsided smile, and Simon made a few stops to insult Sunnyvalers (you presumed, you really couldn't hear anything he said) before walking back to the living room to be a third wheel to Kate and Josh. To alleviate the awkwardness, you guessed. Simon was either terrible or amazing at not being socially awkward. You walked over to Sam, who was busy rummaging through her cassettes to put in the stereo.

"Oh, hi," she said.

"What's this?" You picked up a cassette that was labeled 'ours'.

"Simon asked me to put it on."

You smiled unconsciously. This was the mixtape you curated for him, one that he played every time you came over. The songs that made it up were practically imprinted onto your brain. His as well. Maybe it wasn't special to onlookers and drunk Sunnyvalers, but it was to you and Simon.

"Do you know where he is?" You asked Sam.

"Living room, last time I checked."

You thanked her, seeing Deena and Sam sneak into the bathroom and close the door out of the corner of your eye, and went to the living room.

Simon was sat next to Josh (who was asleep next to Kate) watching an obscure TV show that probably wasn't popular since the sixties.

"Hey, Y/N," he said with a sheepish grin.

"Our mixtape is on."

"Yeah. I heard. Wanna watch?"

"Sure," you sat down next to him, head rested comfortably on his shoulder. "You've been acting weird ever since we came to this party."

"Led Zep's on," he deflected.

Led Zep was, indeed, on. You could hear "Heartbreaker" from the main room.

"No," you continued, "you're a little...possessive, is all."

"Possessive?"

"Jealous?"

"I liked possessive better."

"Nah, you're jealous."

"No," he said, a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks.

"I heard," you said, "from Deena, that you went around telling Sunnyvalers to back off and stop hitting on me."

"Hey, Y/N," Deena stopped you.

You stopped. "Yeah?"

"Sam overheard Simon telling Peter to, and I quote, "get fucked"."

"What for?"

"Hitting on you, I guess? Sam didn't finish. She had a little too much, uh, virgin punch."

You laughed softly.

"Maybe I did," he responded.

"Why? I can fend for myself, you know."

"I know. I just thought maybe I'd be able to piss off every asshole at this party as possible."

You smiled. You stared down at his hand, letting your fingers hover over his chipped black nail polish, noting to yourself to fix them later on.

"You're really," you paused to find a word that fit, "sweet. Cute, even."

He smiled back. You two exchanged no words while watching the black and white show on the TV screen with, unfortunately, no subtitles or captions. You fell asleep when Heart played subtly from the main room. You don't know the exact time of when you woke up, but the party was almost over and everyone by now was leaving.

"You ready to go?" Deena asked, practically stumbling into the living room.

"Did it..take you long to find us?" You asked.

Kate and Josh popped up next to her. "No, she had to deal with a drunk Sam," Kate replied. "She's coming with us, by the way."

"Won't her mom be worried?" Simon asked.

"Nah," Deena replied nonchalantly.

"Hey, I call shotgun!" You yelled before Simon could.

"I don't want her to throw up in my lap!" He whined.

"Boo hoo," you said, climbing into the car's front seat.

Sam didn't throw up in Simon's lap, but did so by slowly moving her head through the open window. You adjusted the rearview mirror to see Simon's disgusted face and almost burst out in laughter.

In the middle of the drive, Deena took something out of her pocket and gave it to you. You were slightly confused.

"What is it?"

"A picture of you and Simon sleeping on Sam's couch."

"Cute, kind of creepy, but cute."

Your head was rested on his shoulder like at the party, Kate and Josh were gone. Simon was holding your hand, his head nestled snugly in your nape.

You placed it on the dashboard, smiling at it, wondering how many Sunnyvalers gave you annoyed looks.

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