#i do appreciate that while the other two decided to wear tshirts over their stupid magic robes he opted for just tshirt. thank you

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Birthdays| MHA X BlackFem!Reader

Hi Friends! I'm back at it again with another headcannon/scenario post because you guys really liked my chubby reader, natural hair, and best friend version. Since today is my birthday, I decided to make it extra special. Know what that means? ✨POLY EDITION✨

Warning (18+) NSFW Content- Minors Do Not Interact

Aged Up/Pro Hero Characters (25)

Polyamory (KiriBaku, TodoDeku, ShinKami)

Somnophillia (?)

Exhibitionism (?)

Overstimulation

Quirk Play

Oral Sex

Degradation , duh

MFM

Fluff (?) IKR , gross

I got lazy at the end so I'm not really happy with this but whatever. I wrote it so here you go lmao

I do not own MHA, MHA characters or anything associated with the brand. I do not own the art, all images were obtained from google. If you know the artist please tag them.

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ProHeroes! Red Riot & Dynamight (KIRIBAKU)

They treat your birthday like a national holiday. Pulling out all the stops to make sure it's a perfect day for their perfect girl.

The day normally starts with breakfast in bed.

Eijiro says that they made it together, but Bakugo claims all he did was get in his way.

It's an extravagant spread. Katsuki fixes you all the unhealthy sugary shit he never lets you eat. Not in a mean/controlling way he just "loves your dumbass and wants you around forever".

After breakfast, its time for affection.

You're smothered in kisses.

Lips, teeth and tongues cover every inch of your skin. Not entirely, sexual just them craving aggressive intimacy.

They take turns pulling your lip between their teeth while the other nibbles on your neck.

Then they both come in for a sloppy three way kiss that gets you all hot and bothered. Two tongues swirling in your mouth while their rough hands explore your body.

Katsuki only lets you cum one and just from his fingers because he's "not trying to be in the fuckin' bed all day".

It's your birthday after all, there's shit to do !

You go to get ready for the day. Deciding to wear your natural hair out because Katsuki likes to rub your scalp when you sit in his lap and Eiji loves burying his face in it when he holds you from behind.

Your outfit is a mixture of their merch because you're their girl and you want everyone to know it.

The cute "X" crop top from the Dynamight Collection pairs nicely with your Red Riot letterman and mini skirt. They'll love it because you look like their little cheerleader.

To your surprise, you weren't the only one that dressed with their lover in mind.

The two oversized heroes are wearing tight pink tshirts that read , "Property of The Birthday Girl" on the front.

Paired with Bakugo's menacing glare and Kirishima's dangerously sharp grin, on top of all the tattoos that cover their muscular frame, they look kind of ridiculous.

"Do you like it, babygirl?" Eiji chuckles when you jump into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist and kissing all over his face. It must've taken alot of convincing and dick sucking to get 'Suki to agree to this so you were extremely grateful.

"I love it! Thank you so much, baby" the two of you make out for a bit before Katsuki clears his throat.

"Tch, what about me ?" Arms outstretched, waiting to receive similar treatment.

After getting your face sucked off for the fifth time that morning, you all hop in the car and head to the mall.

Being the loving, and super rich Pro Hero, boyfriends they are, they decided to give you a shopping spree!

No limits, buying all the "stupid shit you've been begging for".

"Where to next, Pebble ?" Eiji smiled brightly even though his arms were covered in shopping bags. All he wanted to do was spoil his princess on her special day. What's the point of having all this money if he couldn't spend it?

"I don't know" biting your lip, you glanced between the two men. "You already bought so much". The three of you had hit almost every store in the mall, often just buying shit for the hell of it. Guilt was knawing at you, you appreciated the gesture, but wasn't it a bit over the top.

"The fuck are you talking about, Princess?" Katsuki frowned, "You think we can't take care of you?" That was a set up. One you chose to avoid entirely. With a sigh you shook your head and headed towards a lingerie store. This way you'd find something that benefited the both of them. If you can't beat 'em join 'em, right?

" 'Suki .. Eiji, can you come here for a sec?"

Both groaned when they rounded the corner and saw you modeling the pretty gold lingerie set. There was barely anything there, just a small heart on the nipple connected by some flimsy straps. Round ass was put on display by what could only be described as dental floss. Matching thigh garters and a waist belt were included. The straps dug into your flesh, making your soft flesh bulge. They were salivating. You looked good enough to eat and that's exactly what they intended to do.

Fabric went flying in the air, leaving you nude in the dressing room. Yeah, it was cute but they needed easy access. Only leaving the waist belt and thigh highs so that they could snap it against your flesh.

Katsuki lifts you up in the air, so that your dangling upside down while sucks on your pussy. Eijiro fists your hair, pulling your head back so he can slip his dick inside. He let's you set the pace, slowly running your tongue over his tip while Katsuki sucks on your clit.

They don't wait for your orgasm to subside. As soon as you cum, Katsuki lowers your waist slamming into you while Kiri shoves his dick down your throat.

You're now suspended in the air, being held up by the two huge cocks thrusting in and out of your holes.

How the fuck could they top this next year?

ProHeroes! Deku & Shoto

If you thought KiriBaku was over the top, then prepare yourself for these two.

They make sure you don't lift a finger on your birthday. There's literally nothing you have to do besides breathe.

You don't even have to wake yourself up because they do it for you,

Hungry tongues sliding up through your folds and drinking down those sweet juices like it's a morning protein shake.

Yum.

After the boys have had their breakfast, they need to make sure that their princess is fed.

So Shoto carries you to the master bathroom where they have the tub filled with your favorite bubble bath and bath bomb.

There's a tray with fruits and cheeses and mimosas.

Fancy Boys

Shoto feeds you while Izuku cleanses your body.

They don't bother giving you clothes, just wrap you up in a silk robe and usher you towards the den.

They've transformed their "man cave" into an at home spa !

There's a massage table, face masks, soft music and more champagne!

"Just lay down and relax, puppy. We'll take care of you." Izuku smirked against your neck as he pulled the robe from your shoulder. They guided you to a recliner and the pampering commenced. Izuku applied the face mask and placed cucumbers over your eyes while Shoto massaged your feet and kissed up your thighs.

Their hands were all over you, working your flesh until you were practically putty in there hands.

"Get on the table love"

You did as he said. Lying face down with your body flat against the table. A warm hand slid underneath your belly, lifting your ass in the air.

"It's not that kind of massage, babe."

Both of their dicks were stuffed into your cunt. The stretch was so good that your eyes rolled back as you fucked your self against them. Their soft groans and your lusty moans filled the air. Heat coiled in your belly and your toes clenched. When you came you clenched around their cocks, squeezing so tight that it was almost hard to move. They almost came right then, but what kind of boyfriend's would they be if they only fucked one orgasm out of you. No ma'am. They weren't stopping until somebody passed out and it'd most likely be you.

ProHeroes! Mindbreak & Chargebolt

These two are pretty laid back.

Y'all are the "go with the flow" type couple.

But the two heroes tried to put in a bit more effort when it came to your birthday.

It was never anything crazy, just a cute little surprise or a nice date.

Probably because Hitoshi was always tired.

Which is why you weren't surprised when you found him fast asleep on top of you, face buried in your tits.

It was a bit past noon, so you had a little more energy due to sleeping in.

"Mornin' baby" you cooed, running your fingers through his purple hair.

Literally one of your favorite things to do since it was soft and fluffy.

Hitoshi sighed, lifting his head just enough to peak on eye open, "Goodmorning, beautiful. Happy Birthday."

His morning was voice was so deep and it always sent chills down your spine and heat between your legs.

"Why 'ya squirming so much, baby?"

Your nipple was in his mouth before you could answer,

The sleepy boy licked, sucked, pinched, and pulled

Teasing you until you were begging for him to fuck you.

"Now that wouldn't be fair to Denks, would it love ?"

Pout present, you nodded. Knowing that the electric hero would make it worth the wait.

It sucked that he wasn't here, he wasn't able to get the day off but he promised to make it up to you.

You and Hitoshi messed around for a little while longer, but when your stomach started growling your man told you to get dressed for food.

"Toshi, why are we at the agency?" Holding the door he shrugged, "Forgot my wallet last night". You told him that you didn't mind buying lunch but he insisted since you're the birthday girl.

After a short elevator ride, the door opened revealing Denki and all of your friends.

"SUPRISE !" It felt like your heart was about to explode. You were so happy. The place was decorated in your favorite color and they even had your favorite flavor cake with a picture of the three of you on front. "Oh my goodness, you guys!" Cheeks smushed together, you shook your head at the smiling heroes. "Gotcha babe!" Denki pulled you into a big hug, "Did you really think I'd go the whole day without seeing you ?" Chuckling, he scooped you up bridal style and paraded you through the room. "Put me down !" you giggled. "No can do sunshine, the ground isn't good enough to touch your feet. You won't be doing anymore walking for a while" A sloppy kiss was placed on your lips, and he pulled back a smirk. "Let's go open some presents!"

After about an hour of mingling, the guests dispersed leaving you with your men. "Thank you for today. I really loved it" you were sitting in Denki's lap with Hitoshi leaning against the wall.

"We're not done yet. You still have some more presents" Tilting your head to the side, you glanced between the two men. "Really?" Hitoshi nodded, "Remember earlier when I said that you'd cum later?"

"Yes" you whimpered.

"And remember when I said you wouldn't be walking for a while?" Denki kissed your neck, "Y-yes".

"That was a promise."

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Work of Art

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Genre: AU, Artist!Harry, fluff, angst if you squint

Word count: 4K

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***

Sleep was fleeting and you remained staring at your popcorn ceiling in your shitty apartment for longer than you would have liked. It was later than you would have liked when your phone buzzed and lit up the ceiling of your bedroom. Knowing sleep was still far off, you rolled over and examined the text from an unknown number, the bright screen blinding you in the process.

Hi, I was thinking of you today. I thought I would show you this piece that I made of you. Hope you’re doing well. Hx, attached was a slightly blurry photo of a beautiful painting of a woman.

The woman in the painting was made up of beautiful bright colors, her skin a mix of green, blue, and purple tones. Her eyes were a bright and captivating cerulean, standing out behind wide framed glasses, and she wore an intriguing and knowing smirk on her lips. Her hair fell down in blunt bangs over her forehead and framed her heart shaped face. She was young, looking to be only a little bit older than you.

The painting was captivating. It was crafted with such bright tones, using color blocking that blended the abstract with some elements of realism. It felt like someone poured all of their emotion and adoration or hurt (you couldn’t decide which) into it. You couldn’t decide if the artist loved or hated this figure staring back at you. One thing you knew was that whoever texted you was incredibly talented and had obviously dedicated so much time to this piece. You felt awful that it hadn’t reached its intended destination.

Um… Wrong number, you typed out, feeling a pang of sympathy for whoever ‘H’ was.

Oh… okay. Sorry to bother you., your phone screen lit up again.

Your art is beautiful, you quickly sent back, attempting to offer some sort of consolation to the mystery artist. Sorry I’m not who you wanted to talk to.

Don’t worry about it. Just looking for someone from a lifetime ago.

That last part kept you up for most of the night. You couldn’t stop thinking about what that could mean. Old friend? Estranged relative? Another artist? You let your mind dream up Oscar-worthy scenarios until you finally fell asleep.

***

“Please come to Scott’s art show with me,” Grace whined from across the table at your favorite coffee shop. Grace was your best friend from college and hadn’t figured out to get rid of you yet.

“You know how I feel about your shitty boyfriend and his shitty art,” you fired back. Scott was a pretentious “artist” who made “ironic” misogynistic sculptures and frequently “forgot” to pay Grace back for his share of rent. You hated his guts.

“I promise I’m going to break up with him soon. I just need to get to the end of the month so I get my money’s worth for rent,” she assured you. “By the way, I’m going to need some help moving out at the end of the month,” she mentioned nonchalantly. You let out a chuckle at her and playfully rolled your eyes.

“I will go to the show with you on one condition.”

“Anything.”

“You’ll hold my hand.”

A few hours later you walked into the modern and cold art show space, holding onto Grace’s hand for dear life, feeling unwelcome in this environment. Grace blended in easily, her bright blue hair and arms of tattoos suiting her well.  The edgiest thing you had ever done was getting your nose pierced… until your grandma threw a fit and your mom made you take it out. You were not an artist and you did not feel welcome in the art community, or at least the type of artists that hang out with Scott. You worked in an office, you dressed plainly and simply, and you didn’t think there was anything special about yourself. You were strikingly ordinary, a sharp contrast from most other people in the gallery. You felt like an outsider because you were one.

Walking around the gallery, you hung onto Grace while examining and appreciating the artwork. You took careful steps, as if to not take attention away from the paintings on the walls and spent time examining each piece as you moved through the room. As you moved from wall to wall, your eyes fell on a strikingly familiar painting. The same girl with the bright blue eyes and the bangs stared back at you, the devilish smirk still playing upon her lips like she knew you had met before.

Releasing Grace’s hand, you all but ran up to the painting in question, trying to take in all the details that didn’t translate over the slightly grainy photo on your phone. The painting took on a life of its own up close. The paint itself was layered thick and thin across the canvas creating a rough texture that made the girl come alive. You were half waiting for her to make eye contact with her captivating baby blues and start staring back at you. You felt like you could reach inside the canvas and hold the beautiful woman’s face in your hands.

“Do you like it?” a deep British voice asked after clearing their throat behind you.

“Oh, it’s so beautiful,” you murmured, still staring at the green and purple woman. It took you a moment to rip yourself away from her piercing eyes and look towards the voice, only to turn around and find an even more captivating set.

They were bright green and belonged to a tall, dark haired man that was breathtaking. He had chocolate brown curls that seemed to be sticking in every direction, like a purposefully perfect bedhead, and stubble that moved up his jaw and down his neck. He had plushy pink lips framing his bright smile and his two front teeth came down the tiniest bit too far. He was wearing a white tshirt that was painted to his fit body as it was a size too small for him, showing off his arms of tattoos, and a pair of orange corduroy flares. His ensemble was topped off with a pearl necklace. He arched a brow when your mouth hung open slightly, trying to take all of him in.

“The painting is gorgeous,” you eventually were able to spit out. “I feel like I know her.”

“I’m glad that I was able to create something so captivating,” he smiled at you. So he was the one that painted it, meaning he was the one who had texted it to you. After getting over the initial shock, you gave yourself an internal high five for having this guy’s number. “Harry,” he introduced himself, reaching out a perfectly manicured hand to shake yours. “Nice to meet you.”

“I’m Y/N,” you smiled back, debating if you should tell him that you had kind of met before. It felt creepy to tell him, like you were some sort of voyer on an intimate part of his life. “I love her. Can you tell me a little bit more about it?” you asked. You had to figure out if it was worth being creepy about.

“So did I,” he said with a light chuckle. “She’s someone that I used to know,” he elaborated looking over your shoulder, surely making eye contact with the woman. Maybe you were reading into it too closely, but you thought a flash of hurt passed across his features.

“Do you always paint mysterious people from your past?” you teased, wanting to break the slightly awkward silence and also willing to do anything to talk to him further.

“Actually, I’m mainly a landscape painter,” he smiled at the ground, hands shoved deep in his pockets. Looking back at Harry’s wall of paintings you realized that the girl was the only person on the wall, flanked by beautiful landscape paintings depicting all different areas of the world. You quickly picked your favorite, a monochromatic green scene of the Eiffel tower.

After you asked if he traveled a lot to paint, the conversation began to flow. You strolled around the mainly empty studio space, footsteps falling in sync, him teaching you about his paintings and you asking questions, desperate to learn anything you could from him and just wanting to hear that beautiful accent. You learned he grew up in Cheshire and moved to New York for school and never left, but he travelled to Europe often to see his family and to paint. He told you about how his ultimate goals in life were to have one of his pieces in the Museum of Modern Art and to find his soulmate. He was a hopeless yet hopeful romantic. He also had two cats, Evie and Stevie (the latter was obviously named after Stevie Nicks).

He was so beautiful. He had this magical twinkle in his eye that you just couldn’t get over. He looked like he was one of the sculptors’ in the room’s life work. He was just as much of a piece of art as anything on display in the studio.

When the crowd started to thin, Grace came and found you, still rolling her eyes from something stupid Scott had said, him trailing not far behind. “Hi my love,” she greeted you, kissing your cheek casually as always. “We were getting ready to head out but I can see you’ve made a friend.”

“Harry is the artist behind all these amazing paintings,” gesturing to the long wall displaying his artwork. “This is my best friend Grace,” you said, turning back to him. “And that’s her soon to be ex-boyfriend, Scott,” you laughed and pointed to him staring at a blank white canvas in the corner that was obviously not part of the exhibition.

“Wait,” he began, shaking his head and laughing, pointing accusingly between the two of you. “You two aren’t together?”

“What? No!”

“It’s just that you were holding hands for a while when you came in and then she called you ‘love,’ and then kissed your cheek,” he continued laughing, his cheeks a bright red. It was adorable. You felt your cheeks heat up just as bright red as his.

“Oh my god, no.” You broke out into a fit of giggles of your own.

“Well, in that case, would you like to grab a drink or something sometime?”

***

You decided to order a martini when you got to the bar the next night. You thought it would make you look fancy and you hoped it would impress your worldly date. You had put on your favorite red dress (the one that hugged you in all the right spots and hid the wrong ones), praying he would dress up like you did, and slid carefully onto the barstool. Bouncing your knee nervously, you sipped your drink slowly until you saw his well dressed figure enter the bar, making your heart skip a beat.

He was dressed in high-waisted wide-legged tan pants and a bright red cardigan printed with small white hearts that was held together in the front by a single button, leaving his chest and signature pearl necklace on display. His chest tattoos were now slightly visible, the faces of two swallows looking back at you, as well as what you thought might be some sort of antennae peeking up from his stomach. He also wore an award winning smile and shot you a wink when he spotted you from the entrance of the bar. Once again, he took your breath away.

“Hello darling,” he greeted you as he made his way over. You began to panic when he started leaning into you, relieved when his lips found their way to your cheek and quickly moved to the other. When he kissed your cheeks, it sent sparks through your body. Oh my god, he is so British, you squealed inside your head, unable to suppress your American excitement. “I like your color choice,” he smirked looking between your outfits of almost the exact same red. You could only hope your cheeks didn’t match as well.

“Great minds dress alike,” you remarked, earning a laugh from the gorgeous man in front of you. Turns out, your joke was enough to break the ice. Soon the conversation began to flow freely, without anxiety or trepidation, like you were a pair of souls reunited after lifetimes apart. You were two martinis in when you decided to break the news that the art gallery was not the first time you had spoken.

“I think I have to break something to you,” you giggled, everything seeming a little funny after a few drinks, “the art show was not the first time we met.” His eyebrows knit together in slight confusion so you decided to elaborate. “The night before the show you sent a picture of that painting to a wrong number, and that wrong number was me. I promise it was all a coincidence and I am not stalking you.” You held your breath while you waited a moment with bated breath for a reaction from him, but released the stress that had found its way into your shoulders when his smile returned to his lips.

“I knew you had more interest in Amelia than most people,” he chuckled. Amelia, you repeated to yourself, now having a name for the face of your mystery woman.

“When Grace dragged me to that studio and I saw her again, I just had to know more. But then I met you and got a little distracted,” you flirted, “accidentally” nudging his leg with the point of your stiletto.

“I’m glad I’m just a distraction to you,” he feigned offense, clutching his pearl necklace with the hand that wasn’t hanging onto his neat tequila.

“Meeting you tonight was actually just an elaborate ruse to learn more about your Amelia,” you sarcastically confessed, sending him back one of the winks he had been shooting you all night. Your wink wasn’t met with his typical laugh, but a slightly pained smile that didn’t reach his eyes. You worried you had hit a nerve.

“She’s not my Amelia anymore. Actually, I don’t think she ever was,” he spoke gently, taking a sip of his drink and breaking eye contact for what felt like the first time tonight. Oh no oh no oh no, you began to panic in your head. What did this woman do to him?  

“I once had an ex tell me they had cancer so I wouldn’t break up with them,” you offered, forcing a laugh and praying you could brighten up his mood again. Thankfully, it worked, bringing back the crinkles by his eyes that appeared whenever he smiled or laughed.

You breathed a sigh of relief when the rest of the night went smoothly. It was better than smooth actually, it felt easy and exciting. Harry made your heart sing and your stomach flutter. He was a perfect gentleman, walking you all the way home (even when he lived on the other side of the city) and even up to your apartment, insisting he needed to make sure you made it inside safe.

The pair of you were standing in front of your front door when he leaned in and pressed his blushed lips to yours. He tasted like the lime that sat on the rim of his drunk and smelled like shampoo and vanilla. Every hair on your body stood up on point and everywhere he touched you felt like your skin lit on fire; you never wanted this moment to end. He gently held your face and you could feel his lips turn into a smile as he pulled away, his beautiful green eyes meeting yours once again.

“I had a really good time tonight,” he breathed, unable to wipe the smile off his face.

“I think we should do this again,” you said, still catching the breath that he took away.

“I promise you’ll be hearing from me soon. I already have your number,” he chuckled, still beaming. You watched as he walked down the hallway away from you, winking and blowing you a kiss before turning the corner. As soon as you entered the apartment, you slid down your front door, dizzy from the haze he had created in your head. You couldn’t wait to see him again.

***

After that night, you couldn’t believe someone like him kept coming back to someone like you. You insisted you were too boring for someone who had such an incredible personality and background. Yet three months later, he was yours and you were his.

You spent almost all your nights together, crammed into one of your small New York City apartments, wrapped in each other’s arms and hypothetically solving the world’s problems. You had learned in this time that Harry was incredibly intelligent and well spoken, no matter how long it took him to get his words out due to his slow cadence. In your conversations, you had come to the agreement that most of the world’s problems could be solved with a little empathy and that green was definitely the best color.

Tonight you laid naked in his bed, your head resting just above your favorite butterfly, and played with his fingers as you listened to him speak about postmodernism and how it rocked the art world. You didn’t understand a thing he was going on about but you loved to hear him speak, his voice vibrating through his chest and how he pulled on his bottom lip when he was thinking. You scanned the studio apartment from his bed, trying to pay attention but losing that battle. The floor was littered with finished and unfinished paintings leaning up against the walls and you noticed one familiar face you had grown fond of was missing.

“Where did your painting of Amelia go?” you asked when he took a second to breathe during his diatribe.

“I sold it,” he said curtly.  You hadn’t talked much more about Amelia after that first night, the woman obviously being a sore spot, but you couldn’t help but wonder what happened.

“Oh, okay. I liked that painting a lot,” you spoke cautiously, trying not to hit whatever nerve you had previously.

“It was nice, but I think she should haunt someone else now,” he said with a sigh. Haunt?, you thought to yourself.

“H,” you began, rolling yourself off him to look him in the eye, “can I ask what happened with her?” You held your breath, afraid you might lose him to the heartbreak again.

“Don’t worry about her, she’s long gone.”

“Harry,” you lightly scolded him by using his full name which you rarely did, thinking back to when you agreed not to keep anything for each other. With a sigh, he began to speak.

“I was with her for a couple months last year and when I look back at it, it was really messy. We fought all the time and kept a lot from each other. But I had my rose colored glasses on and I would go as far as saying I was probably in love with her. I was even looking for engagement rings.” You felt a pang of jealousy within you at the idea of Harry loving anyone else. “That was until I found out that she already had a husband.”

Your heart broke for him after your initial shock, resting your hand on his warm cheek in an attempt to soothe him. He didn’t seem sad recounting the story or at the mention of her like he was before; he was now dealing with the remaining hurt of rejection.

“I painted her while I was still really mad,” he continued. “My original plan was to send it to her husband and tell him what had happened. But I decided that three lives didn’t need to be ruined instead of one. And then I was just kinda stuck with the painting. I thought selling it was a good way to get her out of my life and it’s more productive than lighting it on fire,” he finally said with a light chuckle.

A lot made sense all of a sudden. You now understood why Harry always got a little jealous when he saw other guys looking at you. He would loop an arm around your waist and press a kiss to your cheek while he stared them down. He thought you didn’t notice but you always did. You also understood why he was so open with you about how much he cared about you. It was a good thing you were equally as obsessed with him.

“I’m sorry, H. You didn’t deserve to go through all of that,” you said softly after a moment, unsure of what else you could offer.

“It’s okay. We grow from our past,” he shrugged. “And if I hadn’t painted her, I wouldn’t have found you,” he smiled sweetly, pulling you back into him and pressing his lips onto yours.

***

“Oh my goodness, what are you doing?” you giggled when Harry asked you to close your eyes.

“I have something to show you. Please close your eyes,” he asked again.

“What if I don’t want to close my eyes?” you teased, poking the dimple in his cheek caused by his cheeky grin. He rolled his eyes and began his plea again.

“Close your eyes, please. Do it.”

You gave in this time, closing your eyes and letting your heart flutter in anticipation. Harry knew you loved surprises and often took advantage of that fact. You felt him gently rest his cupped hands over your eyes, obviously not trusting you to not peak (he probably shouldn’t). He pressed himself to your back, urging you to make your way further into his apartment.

“Styles, if you let me walk into something, I swear to god,” you continued your giggling, overcome with excitement. Harry mumbled an ‘Oh, hush,’ in your ear before he stopped you both and lifted his hands away.

Your breath caught in your throat as you took it in. The painting was in Harry’s signature style, layered bright colors and varied textures across the canvas. Staring back was your own face, painted in a bright red monochrome with the exception of the color of your eyes that remained the same. You were posed with a bright smile that crinkled the skin by your eyes and you were wearing the red dress that you had worn that first night at the bar.

“Harry, oh my god. It’s so beautiful,” you managed to get out, still in shock.

“I know you don’t think you are, but are the most extraordinary person I’ve ever met. I wouldn’t want anyone else in the world to be my muse.” You felt as if you could explode or melt with the amount of love you had for this man. You held him up on such a pedestal, and now you knew he did the same for you. “From the moment I saw you, I thought you were a work of art. So, I thought I’d actually make you into one.”

Your cheeks burned from the smile you couldn’t shake if you wanted to and you felt yourself get a little teary eyed. You felt as if you had spent the majority of your life thinking you were nothing special and just another person walking down the street. Harry made you feel like you were the center of the universe. You wanted to love yourself like Harry loved you; like you loved him.

“I love you,” you blurted, small tears rolling down your face, wiped away by Harry’s talented hands.

“I love you too,” he murmured softly, pulling your body to his. “I’ll always have your face hung up high in my gallery.”

There she is!! I hope you enjoyed it!! You can let me know what you think here!! :) 

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First of all please write that enemies with benefits thing that “stupid fucking bitch” and “red bastard” shit killed me. Like little vignettes of them hurling insults while they try not to break their kiss AND while they’re trying to get naked as fast as possible?? Immaculate.

Second of all do you think they wear some kinky ass outfits in the bedroom sometimes? Like full leather and whip type shit? I could see dom Wanda whipping Vision. Or Vision dressing as a professor by putting on a blazer and glasses? Whooo boy.

Can Vision take a whole one of Wanda’s titties in his mouth at a time? Does he try his best to do it with each of her ass cheeks?

Does Wanda like getting her hair pulled? Does Vision put on his human disguise so Wanda can pull his hair?

Which one likes calling/being called a dirty slut more?

Have they ever fucked in public in an alley or something after a battle bc adrenaline?

Vision in leather chaps?? Thoughts?? A cowboy hat would also be acceptable?

What are Wanda and Vision’s craziest fantasies individually? Have they had some of the best sex of their lives because they tried something new?

Are Wanda and Vision the hottest parents on the PTA?? Are they each oblivious to how hot they themselves are but stare daggers when the hoes are staring at their spouse who is objectively hot AF??

Fun possible angst trope/ idea/hc?

Fun fluff idea/hc?

New and fun smut idea/hc??

Any no powers AU ideas?

In what scenario(s) could you imagine either Wanda or Vision being super overprotective of their partner/family?

Do you have any hc’s for either of them coming home from a mission and the other one breaks down because they thought they might never see them again?

Are they as obsessed with each other as everyone thinks? Are they touching at all times? Do they know?

Do they have any matching outfits? My headcanon is that the whole family wears matching sweats or tshirts or something every year for a picture. And when Wanda is pregnant with the boys or with Flo, her shirt/ sweatshirt says big bird and everybody else’s is a different Sesame Street character.

Also when Wanda was pregnant with the twins she had some sort of one fish two fish red fish blue fish or some other kind of twin themed outfit on. Vision repped Dr. Suess in some other way.

Does Wanda jump Vision whenever she gets the chance? Like is he washing dishes she sneaks up behind him and whisper some nasty shit to let him know it’s on? Does Vision do this to Wanda?

Have the team ever been looking for Wanda and Vision just to find them curled up in the blankies with everything covered but still naked and Vision is just snoozing on a titty?

Would Wanda ever get her nipples pierced? I’m projecting lol this is a goal of mine to get them pierced soon.

Would Vision get his human nipples pierced? Would he stan Wanda getting hers?

Where is the weirdest place they’ve found hickies on their bodies?

What is the weirdest place the team has seen hickies on their bodies?

Has anybody ever seen bruises on Wanda’s wrists or neck from Vision’s big ass hands and asked if she was ok and she’s like oh yeah they’re not those kind of bruises so she blushes and leaves?

Has Wanda accidentally read someone else’s mind while she and Vision were fucking because she lost control of her powers? Was it some weird shit?

Have a fun night!!

Second of all do you think they wear some kinky ass outfits in the bedroom sometimes? Like full leather and whip type shit? I could see dom Wanda whipping Vision. Or Vision dressing as a professor by putting on a blazer and glasses? Whooo boy. You just put your finger on the pulse of one of my kinks. The professor kink. Professor Vision. YES PLEASE.

Can Vision take a whole one of Wanda’s titties in his mouth at a time? Does he try his best to do it with each of her ass cheeks? That’d have to be one awfully big mouth to do that, so probably not!

Does Wanda like getting her hair pulled? Does Vision put on his human disguise so Wanda can pull his hair? Yes and YES. Sometimes Wanda just needs a handful of that blond hair while he’s going down on her or really getting in there with some good ol’ missionary.

Which one likes calling/being called a dirty slut more? I’m not sure either one do but I had to choose, probably Vision.

Have they ever fucked in public in an alley or something after a battle bc adrenaline? Kissed? Absolutely. Groped? You bet! Full on fucked? Not yet but probably one day at the rate they’re going.

Vision in leather chaps?? Thoughts?? A cowboy hat would also be acceptable? Let’s go with assless chaps, no hat and maybe a lasso?

What are Wanda and Vision’s craziest fantasies individually? Have they had some of the best sex of their lives because they tried something new? Vision wants to be tied up and edged while Wanda recently discovered she wants people to almost catch them. She’s always trying to get Vision to do something where people might see or catch wind of things. After years of being secretive, she’s done with that.

Are Wanda and Vision the hottest parents on the PTA?? Are they each oblivious to how hot they themselves are but stare daggers when the hoes are staring at their spouse who is objectively hot AF?? Absolutely yes! They both hot and they’re Avengers. Can’t really get much hotter than that. The commoners want in on that Avengers swag, but it’s not gonna happen.

Fun possible angst trope/ idea/hc? There was a scare during the twins’ pregnancy. Wanda went an entire day without feeling either of them move and spent that time thinking the absolute worst. Then she had some spicy food and it woke those boys up.

Fun fluff idea/hc? Vision doesn’t understand football. I mean, he understands the rules and the strategy and can appreciate that but he just doesn’t get the point of throwing a ball around. He does it though for the boys sake and they love him for it.

New and fun smut idea/hc?? Now that I brought up Wanda wanting to do it and almost get caught I have this idea that they rent a hotel with a big window. Think of the window in IW and they just fuck against this window for anyone walking by to see if they look up at the right time.

Any no powers AU ideas? Besides The Playlist? Nothing at the moment but that can change with the tiniest of pushes LOL.

In what scenario(s) could you imagine either Wanda or Vision being super overprotective of their partner/family? It’s all about those big bad guys they fight. They want to protect the boys from that world at first, until the boys show their powers and they realize there’s no shielding them from it. As it was said in WV, they were born for it.

Do you have any hc’s for either of them coming home from a mission and the other one breaks down because they thought they might never see them again? This happens a lot. Almost every time one of them goes on a solo/mission without the other. Anxiety and bad thoughts take over, even for Vision and his logical self. So the minute either of them walk in the door, they’re right there to greet them in relief and tears and unrealistic promises to always come home to the other (cause who can promise that for real? :’()

Are they as obsessed with each other as everyone thinks? Are they touching at all times? Do they know? I mean it sure as hell seems like it. Something that I headcanon is that Hex Vision is the real Vision in the sense that, this is who Wanda knows. She created him, afterall. That side of him we see in Westview is still him, just that side Wanda gets and he may have kept hidden from others. But that’s just my headcanon.

Do they have any matching outfits? My headcanon is that the whole family wears matching sweats or tshirts or something every year for a picture. And when Wanda is pregnant with the boys or with Flo, her shirt/ sweatshirt says big bird and everybody else’s is a different Sesame Street character. That’s so cute! They definitely coordinate outfits for pictures and maybe all wear cheesy things for holidays (Vision’s idea, let’s be real) like matching pajamas.

Also when Wanda was pregnant with the twins she had some sort of one fish two fish red fish blue fish or some other kind of twin themed outfit on. Vision repped Dr. Suess in some other way. Thing 1 and Thing 2, yo! Not that the boys are “things” but you know. To stay with the twin thing.

Does Wanda jump Vision whenever she gets the chance? Like is he washing dishes she sneaks up behind him and whisper some nasty shit to let him know it’s on? Does Vision do this to Wanda? Wanda is ready whenever Vision does anything domestic. Washing dishes is a big one for her. Those sleeves are rolled up, he’s looking fine as hell and Wanda definitely takes advantage. Vision returns the favor too, usually during more quiet moments where he can tell her how beautiful she is but then get really dirty about it.

Have the team ever been looking for Wanda and Vision just to find them curled up in the blankies with everything covered but still naked and Vision is just snoozing on a titty? Snoozing on a titty lmao. That’s great. I bet the team has totally found them in weird states of undress before. That’s just the risk you take when two Avengers get together.

Would Wanda ever get her nipples pierced? I’m projecting lol this is a goal of mine to get them pierced soon. I could see this. Maybe in the AoU days or something, just a spontaneous decision to do something a little wild. Good luck on your piercings. Sending you good vibes to heal perfectly.

Would Vision get his human nipples pierced? Would he stan Wanda getting hers? I don’t see Vision being a nip piercing kind of dude but he would absolutely support Wanda if she decided to do it.

Where is the weirdest place they’ve found hickies on their bodies? Wanda has found them all over. Weirdest place, right under her armpit.

What is the weirdest place the team has seen hickies on their bodies? Nat saw some mark on Wanda’s inner thigh that she knew were hickies or bite marks. Wanda said they were bruises from training but then eventually spilled the beans.

Has anybody ever seen bruises on Wanda’s wrists or neck from Vision’s big ass hands and asked if she was ok and she’s like oh yeah they’re not those kind of bruises so she blushes and leaves? Nah. Vision is typically gentle with Wanda with his hands, knowing how easily she would probably bruise if he used more strength. He wouldn’t leave her to walk around with actual bruises on her wrists or anything. Maybe on her ass from holding her while she rides him, but that’s about it.

Has Wanda accidentally read someone else’s mind while she and Vision were fucking because she lost control of her powers? Was it some weird shit? Not yet but it could always happen ;)

Have a fun night!! You too! Thanks for stopping by with fun questions for me!

[dylinski]

Watch Me Bleed (2/?)

Warnings: Angst, LOTS OF LANGUAGE, fluff, alcohol, drunk, slow burn

Relationships: Mitch Rapp/Reader

Word Count: 2379

Author: @dylan-obrien-fanblog

A/N: This one is kind of boring, sorry. The next one is fucking worth it though, I promise. ;)

Chapter 2

Both you and Stan sat there, passing the bottle of bourbon back and forth, waiting for Irene to arrive. About forty-five minutes had gone by when you both hear the door to the cabin slam open. Being slightly drunk, neither you nor Stan seemed too concerned. Irene came into the room, eyes scowling Stan. He looked to the woman and spread his arms out wide, “The ‘Queen B’ has arrived.” He shouts jubilantly. Irene is obviously pissed.

“Are you drunk, Stan?” She screeched at the man.

“Uh oh. Someone’s in trouble.” You sang, but your comment was not welcomed as they both shot you a look. “I’m just gonna go…” You trailed off as you pointed towards the door and started to get up.

Irene stepped towards you and pushed you back into your seat. “You. Stay.” Shit. She’s using one word sentences which was a very bad sign. You looked down to your feet as your eyes widened and you pulled your lips in. You were pretty much the toddler who got caught in this scenario. While Stan and Irene were going at it with each other, you paid no attention to their words, putting all your strength into keeping your mouth shut. You weren’t a good drunk. No filters. “Y/N!” You were caught off guard as Irene shouted your name to get your attention. You struggled to concentrate, stuck in your own little world, but you managed.

“That’s me.” You slurred your words and Irene noticed.

“You’re drunk too!? God damn it!” You shrugged your shoulders at your friend. “What the fuck happened with Rapp today?” You shrugged again, shaking your head. Your lids started feeling heavy. You’re pretty sure you looked just as drunk as you felt at this point.

“I dunno. I got there few minutes for Stan. Tell me.” The alcohol was definitely making it into your system now. Even you barely understood what you said. You expressed the confusion and Irene mirrored it.

“Great. A drunk who can’t hold her liquor and a drunk with self-control issues.” She threw her hands up and looked to the heavens as if she were asking for answers. “Stan, go lay down on the couch and sleep it off. Y/N, sleep it off in your office. I’ll come back in the morning. And the two of you better have your shit together.” With that, the angry lady stormed out. Stan had no intention of sleeping it off yet, and grabbed a second bottle. He wasn’t as nearly hammered as you were. You guess when you drink like an alcoholic every day for twenty years, you build up some tolerance. He offered you some, but you held up a hand and waved him off. You bid him goodnight and followed Irene’s instructions to sleep it off in your office.

You stubble down the steps, almost falling twice, but made your way to the office in one piece. Not even thinking to close the door behind you, you flopped onto the examination table. You had one leg hanging off the edge and your arm slung across your face. Letting out a sigh, you started to relax some. That didn’t last long. You slid off the table in a jerky motion, but catching yourself with your arms on the edge, when you were startled by a knock. You’re pretty sure a few obscenities escaped as you fell. “Jesus Christ. You scared me shitless.” You looked up to see a tall, muscular man leaning on the door frame. He was chuckling at your current state, but thanks to the liquid courage, you didn't care and smiled back. “Oh hey. It’s you.” You noticed he had a homemade sling on his right arm. It looked like it was from an old tshirt. “Aaaaawww. You listened to me.” You couldn’t help but beam at him, eyes full of appreciation. He laughed, a sound you could get used to, and started towards you. He squatted down next to you and helped you up with his left side. He smelled of lavender and woods. As he raised you, you slipped and fell into him as he caught you. Leaning against him, you looked up to his whisky eyes that were usually dark and full of pain. Your face relaxed as you examined his features, taking in his beauty. He raised you up, and you assisted, pushing off his chest and balancing on your feet. “So, um. What can I do you? FOR YOU. I meant do FOR you.” He scoffed and blushed, but it was nothing compared to the fire burning in your cheeks.

“My arm was aching. I was wondering if I could get something for the pain.” He held his arm as he spoke, as if he were protecting it.

“I have the stuffs for you.” You turned to go to the medicine cabinet and tripped on your feet. Mitch leaned in to grab you, but thankfully you caught yourself on the table in front of you. “I miiiiiiiight be a little drunk.” You said as you looked at him. He smiled a tight smile with raised eyebrows that spoke ‘I know’ as he nodded his head in agreement. “I probably shouldn’t medicine right now.” You sat down in the chair at your desk. He walked over next to you and rested his ass against the desk.

“I noticed.” You just kept smiling at him, happy that he was happy. Although he never spoke a word to you before today, you felt like you knew him better than any of the other recruits. He rested his hand on your shoulder and a calmness washed over you, almost sobering you up. You cocked your head at him in curiosity.

“Why do your eyes hurt?” You asked innocently. You realized you were still slightly intoxicated and had zero filters. “Shit.” Covering your mouth you gasped, just as surprised at your question as he was. Despite your lack of proper English, he understood what you meant and his eyes shifted back to a dark chestnut. Just like that, his smile melted away and his posture stiffened. He looked straight ahead into the empty, looking like he was worlds away. You placed your hand on his thigh and he shook his head, returning to you. “I’m sorry. That was a stupid question.”

“It’s okay. And it wasn’t. It was a good question, I’m just not ready to answer it.” You nodded, acknowledging his vulnerability in that moment, but that was all he could handle. He stood up, rustled the hair on top of your head and shot you a quick grin as he turned and left. When he was out of earshot, you groaned in embarrassment and let your head fall onto your arms on the desk. You rested your head there as you thought about the man and what could have hurt him so badly. It’s not like you were being nosy or intrusive. You genuinely wanted to know so that you could understand him and maybe even try to help him feel better. What can you say? You’re a doctor and all you want to do is fix people. Fix him.

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You woke up around 6:30AM and felt like your head was going to explode. The migraine echoed in your skull, making the room pulsate. You got up and opened the medicine cabinet. Shit . The memories of last night played back in your mind. Starting with the drinking with Stan, then getting reamed by Irene, coming down here to crash, then Mitch and the shitshow that was. You pulled some painkillers from the cabinet and found your spare outfit in the closet. After changing, you washed your face and brushed your hair, attempting to look like you weren’t hungover. You decided to explore the grounds for the first time and fine Mitch to give him the meds.

You left the warm and cozy cabin, greeted by a brisk and cold world. The sun was still just above the horizon, giving off a low light. You went down to the barn where everyone would be having breakfast. You found a table had been erected in the center of the large open area where the men were chatting and chowing down. Mitch was on one end of the table, surrounded by the recruits who couldn’t stop talking about his victory over Victor. The latter was sitting and sulking alone on the opposite end of the table. Mitch saw you and stood up, ignoring the others and walked over to you, standing in the doorway. You noticed he wasn’t wearing the sling anymore, which made sense if you think about it. He didn’t want to show weakness or injury in front of the others, especially Victor. He may take it as an opportunity to get his revenge. You were thankful for the year you spent in the psychology department, it came in handy when assessing these guys. Most of them were pretty fucked up.

“What’s up?” He kept his voice low, as to not draw attention from the others. They were too engrossed in their own conversations to care though.

“Oh. Um. I brought you some painkillers. For your arm.” You held of the bottle, offering it to him as you mentally scolded yourself. No shit, Sherlock. Of course he knows they’re for his arm. He raised his eyebrow, but gave you a brief smile and nodded as he accepted the bottle.

“Thanks.” He shoved it in his pocket and headed back to the table before you could say anything else. Feeling insecure now, you turned and hurried back to the house. You couldn’t help but let a groan escape when you saw the large black SUV sitting outside. You sulked up the stairs to the main door and took in a deep breath before you entered. The moment the door cracked, screams and shouts escaped. If you weren’t awake before, you sure as fuck are now.

Irene was the first to notice you entered the room, “Nice of you to join us.” She said mockingly. “Have a seat.” Even though both of them were standing, the room was still spinning, so you listened and sat at the table as mom and dad continued to fight. After arguing about being drunk last night, they finally settled and sat down to discuss the whole reason for Irene’s visit. “Stan tells me that you got there before him, so you saw more of what happened.”

“Not very much. I was only there a minute or two before him. Rapp had Victor in some choke-hold position thing with his legs. His nose was already broken. That’s when Stan showed up.” You had little knowledge of combat or any type of military training, so that was the best you could describe it.

Irene immediately turned to Stan, “You didn’t tell me he broke his nose.” Stan threw his arms up and shrugged his shoulders, immune to her shots.

“Victor probably fractured Mitch’s arm and sprained his shoulder.” You added. Irene gave you a look that read, ‘Why are you talking’ . You bowed your head and allowed the adults to continue. They were arguing over if Mitch should stay or not. Irene wanted him there, claiming he was the best recruit they had seen in years. Stan wanted him gone, telling her he was a shitshow and he wasn’t here to babysit. His biggest argument was that they only had a few rules, one of them being that you don’t beat up other recruits.

“Well Victor isn’t a recruit, Stan.”

“Rapp doesn't know that.” Stan stood firm in his opinions and fought tooth and nail until Irene pulled out the bigs guns after she had finally had enough and not gained any ground with him.

“Well Stan, your opinion doesn’t matter in all of this honestly.”

“And why’s that?”

“This comes from above me. The director wants Rapp here. He agrees that Rapp is the best we’ve seen for a long time and we need him for this to work.” A look of shock fell over your face as she mentioned the director and Stan mirrored your expression. Director Stansfield was basically in charge of the entirety of the CIA. He was one of the people who created Orion, the others being Stan and Irene’s father before he died. For liability reasons, Stansfield put Irene in charge of Orion, but every once in a while he would poke his head out and check up on the program. You only knew this much because you had been a part of the program for the last five years and been friends with Irene for just as many. She had to vent to someone, and why not the doctor.

The reason she found and recruited you was for your intelligence. You graduated high school at 15 and had your PhD by the time you were 21. That’s when they snatched you up. Getting that kind of degree in such a short amount of time was impossible, but somehow you did it, and it caught the eye of the government. When it came to life skills and people, you were a bumbling idiot. Medicine is what you knew and what you loved. You were always thankful to Irene because you had terrible bedside manner and they didn’t care about that here.

Stan concede the argument with nothing more than a nod, and Irene was lucky she got that much. She stood up, saying a couple more things to Stan before she said her goodbyes and left. Stan was in no mood for company, so you left too and returned to the sanctuary of your office. You realized you smelled just as bad as you felt and wanted to take a shower, but didn't feel like driving back to your cabin. You remembered there was a building by the barn that had lockers and showers. All the recruits were training, so it would be empty this early. You raided the supplies in the house and found a generic body wash, shampoo and a towel. Grabbed your second spare outfit, making a mental note to replace both since they were the only ones, and headed down to the barn to wash away the last 16 hours.

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hey.

steve harrington x reader

summary: he was such a staple piece in your life, that as a child and young teen, you never saw your life without him. late night promises and pinky swears were made in blanket forts that you two would be friends until the day the sun burned out in the sky. it was just a given that’d he be there, that you never worried about the two of you drifting apart or being separated. he promised he’d always be there, and you had believed him. you now corrected yourself, foolishly believed him.

word count: 3.6k

title from this song.

a/n: sorry for the wait, but here is part two (again)! enjoy and feedback is appreciated 

chapter i / iii / iv / v / vi / vii / viii

                                                         chapter ii

Unlike Jonathan, Steve didn’t mind that if you smoked in his car, he even asked to bum one. Steve looked distressed and the way he was exhaling seemed tight and shaky. You wanted to ask him if he was okay to drive but the words never left your lips. The two of you sat in complete silence as he drove, you weren’t even sure where you were going, but decided to only push the issue if you started to feel uneasy or in danger. But once the car took a left turn down a long street flanked by trees, you knew exactly where you two were headed. His house. You hadn’t been there since the eighth grade, but as the two of you pulled up, nostalgia and memories flooded over you.

“This place still looks the same.” You commented causally, just trying to break the silence.

Steve didn’t say anything, just got out of the car and started towards the house. A little offended by his attitude, you followed, but not before slamming his car door loud. He flinched at the sound but didn’t turn around. Once you both reached the front door he muttered something about making yourself at home before he walked off into the kitchen.

It felt weird being in his house. It was like you had been away from home for years and were just now returning. Everything felt warm and familiar, but you were trying to hold up your cold indifference about the whole thing. You were still taking in the sights of his living room when you heard the sound of the sliding glass being opened, but not shut. You walked towards the door and looked out into the back yard to see Steve sitting on the edge of one of the beach chairs facing his pool. There were two beers sitting in front of him, but the distance of them apart made it clear that one was for him and the other was for you. You took the hint and walked into the back yard. You sat in the chair closest to Steve and your new beer and took a drink of it. When you looked at Steve he was lost in thought. The reflection of the water and pool lights dancing across the planes of his face in such a way that you wished you had a camera to capture the quiet perfection of the moment.

“Bullshit.” He said, not angrily, but like he was recalling something.

“Hmm?” You asked, mouth full of beer.

“Nancy told me at the party that me, our relationship and our love has all be bullshit.” He shrugged sadly.

You sat in silence again. You had no clue what to say.

“I’m sorry.” You settled for.

“Me too.”

“I’m sure she didn’t mean it. People say stupid shit when they’re mad.” You continued.

“Yeah, but not like this. You don’t say this if you’re just mad.” Steve said.

“Yeah.” Was all you could say in return. Nothing else would have helped.

Steve Harrington was reeling in heart ache and you couldn’t say a thing to make it better. This whole night felt weird. Like a dream? It felt to eerie sitting with Steve like this. It didn’t seem right for you to be consoling him when you were sure he’d rather be with one of his actual friends right now.

“Do you want me to call someone? Like someone who could do a better job of cheering you up?” You joked slightly.

He shook his head in a shocking seriousness.

“No.”

Silence again.

“You can go if you really want to.” Steve said, he was still looking at the water.

You sighed, “I want to help you, Steve. That’s what I want, but I have no idea how. I haven’t done this in a while.”

He chuckled macabrely, “You can’t pull out any of your old tricks to make me smile like when we were kids?”

“Well, I’m pretty sure my PhD in Steveolgy has expired, so I don’t think any of my old tricks would work.”

“Can PhD’s expire?” He questioned.

“I don’t know, let’s pretend they do so my analogy works, okay?” You said, and he nodded and laughed quietly in response.

“I wish you still had the Steveolgy PhD. I wish I had the (Y/N)olgy one, too. It would make things a lot easier.” He sighed, taking a drink.

“How so?”

“Everything was always just easier with you around.” For the first time he looked over at you.

When you looked at him, you wondered if he thought you looked beautiful with the pool lights reflecting on your face like you thought he did. You looked at him and thought about how he was right, things were easier when he had been around. Life had been simple. They had been happy. Steve seemed to let his eyes trail around your face in a calm moment where neither of you said a word. Just stared. That’s when a piece of your indifferent resolve shattered and you realized that no matter how long it has been since you two talked or hung out or what have you, you always wanted him to be happy… to help him.

You got up without silently and walked to the small shed of pool supplies on the grass. You heard him question you, but you just kept looking for what you wanted and came back out.

“Okay Harrington,” You said placing the basketball down to take off your shoes and socks, “game to ten, fifteen if we get competitive. No cheap shots, if you can make it from this line,” You motioned to where you were standing, “Then that’s two points, deal?”

“Are you kidding?” He asked with a laugh.

“Absolutely not! Now get your ass in the pool.”

“We don’t have swimsuits.”

“I know.” You said stripping off your sweater so you were left in nothing but your jeans and a white tshirt.

Steve’s eyes widened. He started to think that you were both stripping down to nothing to play and wasn’t going to object until he saw you jumped in with all of your current clothing on. He couldn’t deny the pang od disappointment.

Once you surfaced, your teeth started to chatter.

“Fuck! Tell your parents to heat this, will ya?”

“Will do.” He laughed, a genuine smile gracing his lips as he jumped in, fully clothed, shoes and all, into the pool after you.

You weren’t exactly an athlete, and the combination of the freezing water and the star player you were against, didn’t really make for a fair game. You had stated in the rules that there weren’t to be any cheap shots, but that were basically the only points you made. From splashing Steve to get the ball to pretending you were hurt to catch his off guard to steal the ball with a smirk. The two of you were having fun, and it surprised you how natural it all felt. Just like you were falling back into old patterns. Steve seemed at ease now, and even if he wasn’t, at least this was a good distraction.

“Maybe my PhD is still very much valid.” You thought cheerfully to yourself as Steve made his fifteenth basket.

“Oh!” He said mockingly, “Looks like it’s now fifteen to four.”

“I know like ten of those points you were cheating so we aren’t counting those ones.” You countered back as the ball floated towards you.

“Man, still a sore loser, aren’t you?” He quirked an eyebrow.

“Oh, shut up!” You splashed him and tried to hold back a grin.

“I’m cold, I’m getting out.” You said, but Steve stopped you.

“Where do you think you’re going, (Y/L/N)? You haven’t even dunked one yet.”

“Uh yeah, because I’m pretty sure I don’t have the means to do that.” You laughed awkwardly as you made your way towards the edge.

“I’ll help you, then we’ll be tied and then, only then, can we go inside.”

“Tied? Seriously?”

“Ten of my points didn’t count, remember?”

You finally let the small smile overtake you as you looked at Steve and shrugged. You grabbed the basketball and Steve swam behind you. He grabbed your waist tight with both hands and thrust you into the air, just high enough so you could tip the ball over the rim of the hoop to have it fall down through the basket.

“And the crowd goes wild!” Steve exclaimed, making faux cheering and chanting as you laughed.

You two were now back to being submerged to your shoulders in the water, but Steve didn’t let go of your waist. You turned in his arms and he allowed this, but still held you firm. Once you were facing him, you were almost touching your nose with his. Both of you stopped moving and just stood there, the only sound was of the water splashing around you, which caused you both to sway slightly back and forth with it. You felt your breath hitch and everything faded away. The smell of chlorine and Steve Harrington filled your senses and it was surprising pleasant. The feeling of his arms wrapped tightly around you made stomach tighten and your head feel hazy. All you could think about was his skin touching your own.

Steve seemed to be thinking everything you were, as you felt his hand settle briefly on your cheek and slowly drag down to let his fingers ghost along the edge of your lips. His eyes followed his hands and you were just starring at him with a passionate intensity that you hadn’t given in quite some time.

When he finished his movements, his eyes flashed from your own to your lips and you panicked.

This wasn’t how he was going to kiss you. Not like this.

You snapped out of your daze, and removed his hands from your waist.

“My clothes are sopping wet and I’m freezing so I vote we head in.” You said as normally and causally as you could.

“Yeah, let’s go.” Steve said in the same manner, but the shared knowledge about what almost just happened lingered between you two.

Steve had ushered the two of you to his bedroom and had gotten you a towel,a pair of his sweatpants and an old t-shirt of his to wear.

You smiled and accepted them.

“I’m going to go change in the bathroom, so feel free to change in here.” He said as he walked to the door.

You said okay and thanked him and he left you alone in his bedroom.

His room looked almost identical. It was less cluttered with posters and magazines than you remembered, and he had a new bed and duvet cover, but other than that, everything was in its place. As you dried yourself off you walked to a picture that was framed on his work desk. It was a photo of him and Nancy. It was proper, they were both in high necked thick sweaters and Nancy sat on his knees and he had his arm around her waist. They both smiled so beautifully and you felt a wave of sadness roll over you. They both looked happy and in love, but picture Steve had no idea it was all a farce. You decided to turn the photo away so neither you or Steve could see it.

You peeled away your clothes and put on his. After looking at yourself in the full-length mirror in his room you smiled. You had a strange sense of pride wearing his clothes. You weren’t sure if they were exceptionally comfortable or if anything would have been comfortable after you had been in your dripping wet clothes.

You sat on the edge of his bed and waited for Steve to remerge. When he did, he knocked before he entered.

“So,” He began, “I don’t want you walking home this late, so I think you should just stay the night and I’ll drive you home in the morning.”

“Okay.” You replied.

“You can have my room and I’m just going to be in the guest room down the hall if you need me.” He scratched the back of his neck and gestured towards the hallway.

You laughed, “Remember when your parents sat us down when we were eleven and told us it wasn’t “appropriate” for us to sleep in the same bed anymore?”

“Yeah?”

“Well your parents aren’t here, and I know we both thought it was a stupid rule anyways.” You smiled at him and patted the spot next to you.

Steve smiled back at you and agreed. You both got under the covers, and stayed an “appropriate” distance from one another.

“Remember when my mom got me that really expensive blanket, the cashmere one? And told us not to use it for forts, but then, y’know we used it for forts,” Steve spoke, a smile in his voice

“Because it was the softest and best of the ground layer, yes I remember.” You replied nonchalantly.

“Yeah, and then we fell asleep in the fort and someone spilled that entire bottle of grape soda on it.”

You both laughed.

“I honestly thought she was going to murder us!”

“You don’t even know the half of it! At least you got to go home, I lived here! She made life a passive aggressive hell!”

You laughed and covered your face with your hands.

“Remember when our parents had that dinner party for our dads work friends and we both threw up?” You asked through your hands.

“Holy shit! Yes! Fuck, how did I almost forget about that?” Steve exclaimed.

“It wasn’t even my fault! When I see people puke I puke, and you started it!” You were laughing so hard now.

“It was food poisonings fault not mine!” He was laughing just as hard.

“Wait, do you remember when we stole my dad’s car to go to Diary Freeze?” Steve said, turning on his side to face you.

“Of course.” You said, doing the same.

“How the hell did we get away with that?” You added.

“Beats me! We were so un-stealthy about it and nervous wrecks the next day at breakfast.”

“Oh God, when your dad reached for him keys I swore you were going to fess up!” He laughed and nudged you.

“No way, solidarity, man.” You smiled at him.

The two of you just smiled and let the laughing die down until the room was quiet. You borrowed your head deeper into your pillow and sighed contently. You were happy. Until Steve spoke again.

“What happened to us?”

Your eyes glanced up and his face was forlorn. You always thought if he ever asked you that, you’d give him a speech about how he was a jock asshole and how he ditched you. But now didn’t seem like the right time. Tonight had shifted things, if only a little.

“People grow apart. We were best friends, now we aren’t. Not a tragedy, just life.” You spoke more frankly than you guessed he’d liked by his response.

“So, it doesn’t ever make you sad? Like ever?” He seemed a little angry now.

“I mean, yeah. But what was I going to do? Go beg for you back while you sat at a table full of girls fawning for your attention alongside Tommy and those other popular guys? Yeah, no. I decided to save myself the embarrassment.” You were getting a little mad now too.

“You could of, I wouldn’t have minded.” Steve said in a softer voice.

Now this really pissed you off.

“Yeah you would’ve, Steve. You made it clear that we weren’t friends anymore after eighth grade. I had nothing to do with that.”

“No, I didn’t! You could’ve still hung out with me!” He was sitting up now.

“I didn’t want to! You cut me off like dead weight and I didn’t want to be somewhere I wasn’t wanted. I found my new clique while you found yours. Stop saying all this stuff and acting like this great guy when you and I both know you ditched me to fuck hot girls and hang out with the popular kids.” You didn’t sit up, you just turned away from him.

“I was having a shitty night, so thanks for making it worse.” He snapped back at you.

“Fine, I’ll leave then.” You threw the blankets off of yourself.

“No!” Steve exclaimed, grabbing your wrist.

“Don’t, I just, fuck, it’s just, dammit!” He stammered.

“Just don’t leave. I’m sorry.”

You hesitantly laid back down and in turn accepted his apology. He held your wrist until the both of you were under the covers again.

“I’m sorry, just for everything, okay? Not just tonight.” You knew what he meant.

You wanted the apology not to be enough, but for now it was.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry, too.”  Steve nodded at this.

You turned away from him and shut your eyes, you felt him do the same. But there was something else you wanted to say before you slept.

“Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“She doesn’t fucking deserve you.”

-

You woke up at five in the morning, wrapped in Steve’s comforter and to your surprise, his arms. You were pressed securely to his chest and his chin was resting on the crown of your head. You reveled in the feeling. It was safe and familiar and if you could have stayed in one moment, you wish it would have been this one forever. You wanted to be in a moment like this with Steve Harrington since you were in the seventh grade. That’s when he wasn’t just Steve Harrington your best friend, he was Steve Harrington, your love interest. But even then, you were a master at masking your emotions, and never let on to him, or anyone your growing feelings. Maybe that was why it stung so bad when he abandoned you. You never let yourself call him your first love, because you never wanted to believe that you had ever loved him romantically. Sure, you had an intense crush, but that was all. Once you got love involved, it seemed more serious than you wanted it to be. But, then again, maybe Jonathan was onto something that night when he said Steve was an idiot for not loving you back. Maybe you did, had and presently were in love with Steve?

You had had a few other boys catch your eye in your life, but none ever like him. And now that you were being honest with yourself, the night you lost your virginity, you had thought, if only briefly, that you wished it had been to Steve.

All these thoughts and realizations where making your skin feel hot and breathing quicken. Suddenly his arms felt restricting, like they were keeping you from inhaling. Your palms felt slick and you head swirled trying to calm yourself down.

You had to get the fuck out of there.

You quietly and gingerly slipped out of Steve’s arms, taking a moment to memorize the carefree expression on his face before tip toeing to your wet clothes. You scooped them into your arms, though they were still damp, and made your way to the door. You gave one fleeting look to Steve and pondered leaving a note but decided against it. You wanted to leave without a trace. You weren’t sure why, but that’s what you wanted. When you were downstairs, you found your shoes, socks and sweater by the sliding glass door from the night before, and you were thanking your past self for not swimming in them so they were dry when you put them on. You went to the front door, but unlike in Steve’s room, didn’t take one last glance around. You just left and started your cold, thought riddled walk back home.