#when mike softly told him it was something he had to do. they had plans and he can’t just lay in bed all day

[yourfriendlyfanperson]

A Chemical Reaction Called Love

Chapter 3: A Boring Life

~Pairing: Steve Harrington x F!reader

~Summary: Being the daughter of Hawkins Middle School Science teacher, Scott Clarke, has its perks. Constantly having to explain things to 'King' Steve Harrington wasn't necessarily one of them but it was something you had gotten used to. He might not be the brightest guy but at least he tried, and you appreciated that. You had big plans for the future, but they might be forced to change thanks to a phone call...

~Warnings: Sensitive topics might be brought up so reader discretion is advised.

~Word Count: 3.4k

~Authors Note: Hey everyone! Here's chapter three! Thanks so much for the love on the previous chapters! I'm still getting used to how posting fanfics on tumblr works so I appreciate all the likes and reposts! If you'd like to be tagged in the next chapter let me know! Once again you can find me on Ao3 as Lilpipsqueak and W-tpadd as friendlyfanperson!

Does anyone know how I can make the previous chapter numbers appear and be linked to this? I've been trying to figure it out lol

~Narrator's POV~

Y/n walks inside the middle school going to her dad's room, the place is very quiet, which is the opposite of what the school is usually like, there is a very uncomfortable atmosphere around but it's to be expected, after all, one of the students was announced dead, it's not something that ever happens or people think will happen.

"Hi dad," She says standing at the door.

"Hey honey, thanks for coming to help the kids by talking about losing someone," He tells her walking out of the room.

"No worries, how are the boys doing?" She asks him, walking next to him.

"I'm not sure, I haven't seen them today, they must be having a rough time though, I can't even imagine"

Y/n doesn't even want to imagine how they must be feeling, they're only twelve years old and have already lost their best friend to some terrible accident, no kid should go through what they're going through, but the circumstances can't be changed, unfortunately, and all they can do is be there for the boys so things are easier for them, comfort them in any way possible, and make sure that Will's memory lives on.

"Attention students, there will be an assembly to honour Will Byers in the gymnasium now. Do not go to fourth period"

The principal announced from the speakers, when it all goes quiet again they can hear voices coming from somewhere near and just as they turn to the right they see the three boys with a girl standing in the corridors.

"Boys?" Scott says as they turn to look at him.

"Hey," Lucas says, trying not to seem suspicious.

"The assembly is about to start" Y/n adds.

"We know," Mike tells her, "We're just, you know"

"Upset," Lucas explains with a smile before looking down sad.

"Yeah, yeah, definitely upset" Dustin repeats.

"We need some alone time," Mike says.

"To cry" Dustin adds.

Y/n looks at them confused, noticing they are acting stranger than usual.

"Yeah, listen, I get it, I do" Mr Clarke begins telling them, "I know how hard this is, but let's just be there for Will, huh? And then" he gets his keys out from his pocket and tosses them to Mike, "The Heathkit is all yours for the rest of the day, what do you say?" he asks them.

The boys look at him with a smile nodding, happy with the idea.

"I haven't seen you around here before, is she new? What's your name?" Y/n asks the blonde girl standing next to Mike.

"Elev-" The girl begins to say before she's interrupted by Mike, Lucas and Dustin.

"Eleanor, she's my-"

"Cousin!"

"Second cousin"

"She's here for Will's funeral" Mike adds.

Y/n stands there trying to figure out whether the three boys expected her to really believe the obvious lie they just told her, and by the look of it they were sure she was going to believe it.

"Ah, well, welcome to Hawkins Middle, Eleanor, I wish you were here under better circumstances," Her dad tells the girl.

"Thank you" She softly says.

"Uh, where are you from exactly?" Y/n asks her.

The eyes of the three boys widen as they turn to look at Elenor who shakes her head.

"Bad place-"

"Sweden!" Dustin shouts. "I have a lot of Swedish family" Mike adds. "She hates it there" Dustin mentions. "Cold" Lucas says. "Subzero"

Everything feels very awkward after that, Y/n and Scott look at each other, confusion visible on their face, but they decide to just move past the conversation.

"Shall we?" Her dad says looking at the kids.

"Yep," Lucas says as they all walk towards the sports hall.

Dustin opens the door to the room interrupting the principal and drawing everyone's attention to the five of them.

"Great" Y/n mumbles.

Dustin turns around trying to leave but is pushed back inside by Lucas.

Lucas, Mike, Dustin and Eleanor take a seat on the benches while Y/n and Scott sit on the chairs behind the principal.

"We have Y/n Clarke from Hawkins High to talk to you guys a bit about how it feels to lose someone, Y/n," The principal says turning to look back at her.

She stands up taking a deep breath, public speaking it's not fun, especially having to talk to a bunch of clearly bored and annoying pre-teenagers. Y/n smiles at the principal walking next to him and moving to look at the kids, most of them looked like they couldn't wait for this to be over, some were mildly interested or at least respected the situation, a very small group was actually upset, and then in the crowd, she saw two boys laughing, she noticed that Mike and Lucas saw them too, and man does she hate bullies.

"Can you two at the back be quiet?" She shouts glaring at the two boys, they look back at her embarrassed and annoyed but stop talking, "Thank you"

Now I could share with you the sad story that Y/n is telling the kids, but in reality, the anecdote isn't actually that sad, she doesn't even remember her mother at all, she died when Y/n was only two-years-old in a car accident, but stretching the truth for the kids to stop being little assholes wouldn't hurt at the end of the day. So she put on her best sad face and took ten minutes of the kid's day to share the story.

"So let's keep Will's memory alive, and show some respect," She says finishing her speech. The bell goes off and the kids start leaving the room, Y/n walks over to her dad, "You okay?"

"Yeah I'm okay honey" In comparison to her Scott obviously remembers her mother a lot, and he gets very sentimental whenever someone talks about her, it's a sensitive topic.

"Do you want me to go talk to the kids?" She asks him.

"No don't worry, I'll talk to them you should go back to class," He tells her with a smile, she smiles back at him and waves goodbye as she walks out of the gym.

Y/n walks back to the High School and gets on with her usual day. Nothing interesting really happens after, she just attends her lessons, has lunch with Robin, and then meets once again with her dad so they can go home. Her life really is pretty boring when she thinks about it, always the same cycle over and over, it would be nice to do something new for a change.

~~~~~~~~

The next day school was cancelled since it was Will's funeral.

Y/n woke up at 8:00 am to get ready, the funeral was scheduled to start at 11:00 am and would probably last about two hours, after that most people would attend the wake which would last about an hour or so, which meant Y/n would have enough time to go back home, get changed and then walk to her shift which starts at three thirty.

She changed into the outfit she had planned for the funeral, lucky for her she already had black clothes which meant she didn't need to buy new ones for this day, it wouldn't have been fun to buy clothes for a funeral.

All she could think about while getting ready was the fact she was attending Will's funeral, it really was happening, he was actually dead, it wasn't just a bad nightmare she had anymore, it was a reality. No one ever wants to attend the funeral of someone younger than them, they're supposed to live longer than you after all, so when that doesn't happen it's just so  heartbreaking.

"Are you ready to go honey?" Scott asks her as he knocks on her door.

"Yeah, let's go," she says walking out of the room and closing the door behind her.

The drive to the funeral was completely quiet, neither Y/n nor her dad had the strength or energy to try and initiate a conversation, there wasn't much to talk about anyway, so really it was for the best.

When they arrived he parked his car at the car park next to the church, they both got out and walked towards Joyce and Jonathan who were standing in front of the soon-to-be grave. Y/n went up to Jonathan and gave him a big hug, she hadn't seen him since Will went missing, and she wanted to ask him how he was feeling but she guessed that was the last thing he needed to be asked today, so instead she just gave him a soft smile as she moved away from the hug and turned to look at Joyce.

She doesn't say anything, she looks so confused to be there like it isn't right.

Y/n wanted to say so much to Joyce, she wanted to tell her how sorry she was for what had happened, how she couldn't believe it was Will out of all the people it could've been, how he was such a fantastic kid he didn't deserve this, but she couldn't tell her that, not at this time anyway, "We'll be here if you need anything" was all she said, with a soft smile.

She turns to look at the kids, she expected them to be already crying their eyes out or something along those lines, but instead, they seemed normal, they didn't look upset or sad, and they didn't even look like they were hiding their feelings, which Y/n would've definitely found weird if it wasn't for the fact that the moment she saw the boys she just wanted to breakdown into tears and hug them.

"How are you guys doing?" She asked them walking over to the boys.

"We're okay," Dustin tells her looking over at Lucas and Mike.

"You guys know it's okay to cry, right?" She tells them.

"Yeah, we know," Dustin says looking at Lucas and Mike, the three of them nodding.

"Good, I'm here if you need to talk" She adds and they smile at her.

More and more people start arriving, but instead of people talking more everything goes completely quiet, and eventually, the funeral begins.

All Y/n is able to do is look down during the entire speech, she barely has the strength to look at Will's casket, it's so small, and caskets shouldn't be that small. In the end, everyone throws some flowers inside the hole before they close it.

Everyone then heads to the wake, there are tables and food organised in the place, and most people are talking, probably about something not even remotely related to Will, Lonnie is speaking to Mr and Mrs Wheeler, meanwhile, Joyce is sitting by herself, on the other side of the room Y/n and Scott are getting some food from the lunch table, when Mike, Lucas and Dustin walk up to them.

"Mr Clarke," Mike says, Scott and Y/n turn around to look at the boys.

"Oh, hey there, how are you boys holding up?" He asks them.

"We're...in...mourning" Lucas answers.

"Man, these aren't real Nilla Wafers" Dustin mumbles, Mike and Lucas turn to look at him as if he just said something irrelevant, which he did but kids usually do that.

"We were wondering if you had time to talk?" "We have some questions" "A lot of questions," Mike and Lucas say.

"What do you want to know?"

Mr Clarke, Y/n and the three boys take a seat on one of the tables and begin to ask the questions, they ask about alternate dimensions but not an alternate dimension where Will's death never happened but more about an evil alternate dimension, like the Vale of Shadows, and then they ask how one would travel there, theoretically of course. Scott explains things to the boys in the simplest way possible which is by comparing things to a flea and an acrobat, explaining how there are places an acrobat, which in this case is them, can only explore so much, meanwhile, a flea will be able to reach places they can't. The boys ask if there's a way the acrobat could reach the upside down, and he explains that it only would be possible by creating an insane amount of energy one bigger than humans can currently make which could open up a gate to reach the upside down.

"Science is neat, but not very forgiving" Scott adds as he finishes explaining things to the boys.

"You guys always have the weirdest questions you know," Y/n says chuckling as she looks at the three boys, she had this feeling that they were hiding something, that there was something going on with them, but she couldn't figure out what it was.

"We're just... very curious," Dustin tells her looking at the other two who nod at this comment.

"Well make sure that curiosity doesn't kill you," She says with a smile standing up, "I should probably start saying goodbye to everyone dad, I need to leave soon so I can get ready for work"

"Are you sure you don't want me to drive you home?" He asks her.

"It's okay, I know you want to stay here longer talking with the boys and everyone else, and I have my skates anyway so it won't take me long to get home" She explains to him.

He sighs smiling at her knowing that he does, in fact, want to stay longer and that either way he won't be able to change her mind, "Be careful" he says.

"I will, love you dad, bye kids, you can call me at home if you need anything okay?"

"Okay"

~~~~~~~

After working for five hours Y/n was finally able to say goodbye to her last customer, she turned on the radio and listened to 'Old Time Rock & Roll' while she cleaned the cafe, dancing along to the song and singing the lyrics as she organised everything and made sure it was nice and clean. When she finally finished she turned off the light and walked out of the cafe closing it and locking it, she put on her skates and started skating over to her house.

She was glad she didn't take today off work because it actually helped her get her mind off everything that had happened lately, the cafe has always been a comfort place of hers so it made her feel better.

Normally she didn't mind going home after work alone, Hawkins had always been a very safe place, and she always carried some bleach in a bottle in her bag just in case, but after Barb's disappearance, the thought of walking alone at night was not so fun. So she decided to skate as fast as she could so she could get home soon, unfortunately, Y/n had her sleeves rolled up and forgot the fact it was a cold night in November and the ground would be frozen, so when she tripped on an uneven step she didn't just stop herself like she usually did but instead fell forwards on the rocky ground scraping her arms.

"Fuck" she says pushing herself up and carefully standing again, she looks down at her arms to see that they're bleeding, great, "Why is blood so dramatic?" she asks herself rolling her sleeves down, not even trying to stop the blood knowing it will be a waste of time anyway.

She continues skating to her home, and slowly this feeling that she's being followed starts growing in her stomach, she turns around to look behind her but sees nothing, she shakes her head, telling herself that she's tired and anxious so it's just her mind making her paranoid, she continues skating but the feeling doesn't go, if anything it just gets worst, she keeps looking around hoping it will make her feel better but instead she sees a weird shadow inside the woods, a tall, dark figure with a strange head; she picks up her pace trying to go as fast as she can while being careful so that she won't fall again, she looks back at the woods to see the figure closer than it was before, she doesn't care if she falls again she starts skating as fast as she possibly can, her eyes not moving away from the tall shadow that was getting closer, scared that she might end up like Barbara, missing and possibly dead.

Meanwhile, Steve Harrington was driving his car down the road she was about to walk across, he had just dropped Tommy and Carol at their house after going to check on Nancy, and it hadn't gone well, he saw her with Jonathan and was convinced that she was cheating on him with Jonathan.

Y/n was freaking out so much she didn't realise when the car stopped right in front of her until she is stopped by the car crashing against the side door, she looks inside the car to see none other than Steve he looks at her confused noticing she had in fact just hit her head against his car, he rolled down his window as she looks back seeing the tall, shadow creature leaving the woods and making its way towards her.

"Hey Einstein, are you okay?" Steve asks checking on her.

Y/n doesn't even take a second to think, her survival instincts and panic took over her brain, and all she does is open the passenger's door getting inside the car.

"Go!" she shouts at him, his eyebrows knit together as he looks at her puzzled.

"What?"

"Steve just go! Go! Go!" she shouts at him.

Steve lets go of the brake pedal and push's down at the accelerator as he turns to the left and drives away as fast as possible, Y/n turns back as she watches the dark creature fade away into the dark disappearing from her view. Neither of them says anything during the drive, Y/n didn't even know where Steve was taking her until he parks in front of a house.

"What the hell just happened?" he asks turning to look at her confused and worried.

"Someone or something was following me, I was trying to get away from it and then I bumped into you and I didn't know what else to do, I got scared I was going to end up going missing or kidnapped or something like that, I'm sorry I didn't mean to get into your car like that" she explains apologising once she takes in the incredibly bizarre situation.

"It's okay, I mean we wouldn't want you to go missing" she nods at him, "Is your arm okay?" he asks, looking down at her arm worried, Y/n turns to look at him confused.

"What?"

"Your jacket has blood around your arm" he points out.

"Oh, it's nothing I just scraped my arms when I fell," she tells him rolling her sleeves up.

"That doesn't look like nothing" he adds.

"It's fine I'll just disinfect it when I get home"

"You could just disinfect it here, we have saline solution," he says turning off the car and looking at her.

"Won't your parents mind?" she asks him, not wanting to bother anyone.

"They're probably already asleep, they won't even notice I just got home, we can quickly disinfect your arms and then I can drive you home" he suggests to her.

"Oh no it's okay I don't want to keep you up for longer"

"It's fine really, I was probably going to stay awake for a while anyway," he says smiling at her as he opens the door and gets out of the car, walking towards the passenger's door.

"Thanks," Y/n says getting out of the car and closing the door, "Who knows what would've happened if I hadn't bumped into you"

"Well, I do owe you big time, this is one of the thirty I guess" he chuckles locking his car and walking to the front door.

"You still got a long way to go," she smiles at him.

"Yeah well let's hope the next one is me passing my chemistry test without your help," he tells her with a smile opening the door.

Y/n laughs at him as she walks inside, "Then you've got a lot of studying to do"

Thank you for reading! Any likes and reblogs are very appreciated!

[apollos-boyfriend]

“i don’t want to wake up tomorrow, dad”

[fishfooddude]

Yes I Would

Part 2 of the Worm series!

Technically, I'm not done with finals, and this is probably gonna be a four-part series because it got hella long...

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Part 1

“Carmen, it’s 2 AM. Why did I need to come out here?” Richie yawned as he sat on a stool by the bartop next to Carmy. He didn’t respond to the question. Richie shot him a look, “Kid. What’s going on?” 

“Y/N’s pregnant.” Carmy softly responded as he brought his beer bottle to his lips. 

Richie sat up, dumbfounded by his response. “You knocked her up? Didn’t realize your balls dropped already.” 

Richie’s attempt at lightening the situation made Carmy roll his eyes. “Fuck off, Richard.” 

“Nah, cousin. That’s great. She’s a good girl. I figured you’d settle down with her at one point… maybe sooner than anyone expected, but that’s great.” Richie rambled, “One time- you were like two, so I doubt you remember, Mike and I were throwing beer caps at you-”

“She doesn’t want it, Richie,” Carmy said, cutting Richie off mid-sentence. He stared at the ceiling as he spoke. 

“Please say something, Carmy…” your voice was shaky as you spoke. Carmy clicked his tongue as he pushed his hands through his hair. He nervously laughed as he looked up at the ceiling. “Carmy?”

“Okay… okay. Is this a discussion?” he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “You’re tellin��� me you’re pregnant and that you don’t want it in the same fuckin’ sentence, Y/N. Why are you even fuckin’ tellin’ me if you don’t fuckin’ want it?” 

You stared at him, dumbfounded by his reaction. “Carmy, we’ve only been together for eight months-”

“So?” Carmy scoffed, “I love you. Would it be the end of the world if you had my kid?” 

“Carmen,” you scolded, “Are you seriously equating our love for each other to my willingness to have a baby with you?!”

“Babies aren’t always planned but-”

“Carmen! It’s my fuckin’ body!” you yelled, cutting him off. “Just- just get out.”

“So yeah… not sure what to do…” Carmy mumbled as he fiddled with his napkin. 

Richie sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. He remembered when Tiff told him she was pregnant with Eva, granted it was planned, and the two had been married for a decade. Richie didn’t know what to say to Carmy. He just sat beside Carmy and remembered when he was five or six. Mikey was in charge of watching him while he played in the yard that afternoon. 

Richie and Mikey were sitting on the porch steps talking about something that had happened at school a few days prior when Carmy came running up to the pair with a rock in his hands. “L-l-look Mikey! I-I fou-und a rock!” Carmy excitedly stuttered. His eyes gleamed with excitement. Richie watched as Mikey went to ruffle Carmy’s hair and took the rock from his hands, “That’s a cool one, Carmy. Find another, yeah?” Mikey encouraged. Carmy nodded and ran off to a different part of the yard. 

Richie leaned an elbow against the bar, supporting his head in his palm. He looked at Carmy. He remembered all the times he and Mikey had been able to make him feel better. He remembered when they had to take Carmy to the emergency room when he was eight and broke his arm when he fell from a tree. He remembered when he and Mikey would go to his wrestling meets. He remembered shoving him in the closet and refusing to let him out until he admitted to having a crush on some girl in his class when he was in high school. He remembered watching him sheepishly walk across the stage when he graduated high school and watched Mikey sneak cash into his backpack when they dropped him off at the airport when Carmy left for culinary school. Carmy was more than his best friend's little brother. He helped raise that kid. 

“Sometimes, you have to fight for what you want,” Richie said, finally breaking his silence. Carmy looked up at him, “You can’t make her have the baby, but you can’t walk away without a fight, Carm.”

Carmy scoffed at the advice, “Richie- She kicked me out of her place when I tried talking to her about it. She doesn’t want to keep the baby, and I don’t think I can support-”

“Shut the fuck up, Carmen.” Richie cut him off. He shifted in his seat to face Carmy. “You were man enough to have sex with her. You need to be man enough to stand beside her and support whatever decision she makes. Abortion, no abortion, having the baby and giving it up for adoption, keeping the baby and staying with you, whatever that girl chooses; you give it your 100%.” 

Carmy grimaced at the advice Richie had given him, “Sober up. Go see your girl.”

~

Carmy didn’t take Richie’s advice. That night, he went back to his place and kicked his shoes off after locking the door behind himself. He stumbled as he headed into his bedroom. As he collapsed onto his bed, he was engulfed by the lingering smell of your perfume. Carmy rolled his body into the middle of his bed and stared at the ceiling; you should be here. 

He wasn’t sure when he’d fallen asleep, but he woke up in a cold sweat. He abruptly sat up and looked to his left to see your absence. Carmy closed his eyes and leaned back against his headboard. He squeezed the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath before leaning over to grab his phone from his side table. 

No new text messages. No missed calls.

You always texted him ‘good morning’ when you weren’t together. Carmy huffed and dropped his phone before gazing back at the ceiling.

You woke up that morning and resisted the urge to contact Carmy. It felt wrong, but with how telling him you were pregnant had ended, some distance felt like a good idea. After getting out of bed that morning, you walked into the bathroom to shower before going to the office.

As you waited for the water to heat up, you looked at your reflection in the mirror. If you hadn’t done that blood test, you wouldn’t know you were pregnant. You put a hand on your stomach and felt it twist. Maybe Carmy had a point. Babies aren’t always- “Snap the fuck out of it, Y/N.” you scolded yourself as you tried to shake the thought of keeping it. “You are not, I repeat, NOT, ready to be a fuckin’ mother.” you thought aloud. You stepped into the shower and let the hot water run over your face, “Just forget about it today…” you mumbled as you quickly scrubbed yourself down with body wash.

You couldn’t focus at work that day. Everything made you think about Carmy. As you reached to grab your phone from your bag, there was a knock on your office door. “Come in,” you called, dropping your phone back into your bag. 

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, I have good news for you.” Your manager smiled as he entered your office. You shot him a suspicious look. “I swear it’s good news,” he said defensively, putting his hands up. We’re opening another new office in New York, and YOU are going to be in charge of it—if you want to, of course. Imagine Houston, but permanent. You’ll get a raise and housing allowance and set the whole office up however you want- your ship.” 

You were speechless, “Ryan, I-I-”

“Y/N. Take the job. Do you want to be someone in the writing and editing world? New York is where you do it. Please, just think about it. I need an answer by the end of the month.” 

~

“You talk to her?” Richie asked without looking up from his notebook. Carmy huffed in response as he pulled his chef jacket from his locker.

“No.” 

“Why not?” Richie snapped, putting his notebook on the locker area bench. 

Carmy sighed, “I don’t know what to say to her.”

“Carmen. If you’re man enough-”

“Richie, I don’t want to talk about this here.” Carmy cut him off and put his phone in his locker before walking to the kitchen. Richie rolled his eyes and pulled his phone from his pocket. If Carmy wouldn’t do anything about this, he knew some people who would. 

“CARMEN ANTHONY BERZATTO!” a blood-curdling scream came through the kitchen in the middle of dinner service. Carmy dropped his knife mid-cut and turned to see Donna standing just inside the kitchen, the swinging doors that separated the dining room from the kitchen still swinging. “I fuckin’ raised you better than this young man!” she screamed as she stomped closer to where Carmy had been cooking. Waiters and line cooks separated like the red sea as she grabbed Carmy’s bicep and pulled him through the kitchen toward the back entrance. 

“Ma- what the fuck?!” Carmy finally yelled back when the two were in the alley. 

“Why did I find out you got your little girlfriend pregnant from Heather Jerimovich?” she hissed, crossing her arms over her chest as she tapped her foot impatiently. Carmy sucked in a breath as Donna glared at him. “Well?!”

“Uh-uh-” Carmy started as he pushed up the sleeves of his chef coat; he was lost for words. He never expressly told Richie to keep all of this to himself, but the implication was there. 

“Carmen. Anthony. Berzatto. Answer me. Now.” Donna snarled as her glare intensified. Carmy breathed out and pushed his hands through his hair as he thought about explaining this situation to the mother, who hadn’t really cared about him for most of his life. 

“She doesn’t know if she wants to keep it…” Carmy answered softly, unable to look at her as he explained, “Ma- she wants to abort my kid. Okay?” Carmy’s voice trembled as he pushed his hands into his pockets and stared at his kitchen clogs. 

“What?” Donna’s voice softened as she watched Carmy shrink as he spoke. Donna knew she hadn’t been the most attentive mother but knew when her son needed her. “Com’er,” she spoke, opening her arms and beckoning Carmy for a hug. Carmy sighed and stepped into the hug, resting his forehead on her shoulder. She hugged him tightly and began rubbing gentle circles on his back. “It’s gonna be okay..”

~

You were lying in bed staring at the ceiling when you heard knocking on your door. It was almost two, and you weren’t expecting anyone—it had to be Carmy. “You can do this, Y/N… you can do this.” You hyped yourself up as you got out of bed, wrapping your comforter around you as you walked through your apartment to the front door. 

“Hey..” you said softly when you opened the door just a sliver.

“Can I come in?” Carmy asked. You felt yourself melt when your eyes met his. He was tired, and you saw the undertones of hurt and admiration as he stared back at you. You nodded and opened the door more, moving to the side to allow Carmy into your apartment. 

“I know- I know I can’t tell you want to-to do with your body.” Carmy started as soon as you’d closed the door. “Pl-please. Can we talk about the baby?” his voice cracked as he spoke. You adjusted your comforter on your shoulders as you nudged your head toward the couch.

The two of you sat on the couch awkwardly. You took a deep breath before you spoke, “Carmy… I couldn’t do it…” you tenderly spoke as you wrapped your comforter around yourself tighter. “I uh- they had to confirm I was pregnant and uh- they did, they did a sonogram… the heartbeat sounded like a horse running. I never thought I’d be one of those women, you know? I was sure I would go through with it, but when I heard the heartbeat… it was so beautiful.” you confessed. “You were saying how sometimes babies aren’t planned-”

Carmy’s sob was what cut you off midsentance. You looked up at him, and he silently reached for you. You moved closer and allowed him to pull you into his lap. “We're gonna have a baby,” Carmy murmured as he rested his forehead against yours. You grinned and pushed your fingers into Carmy’s hair.

“We’re gonna have a baby.” you confirmed, “We’re gonna have a baby…”

Part 3

[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

Part 1 | . . . | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14

After sandwiches, Nancy turns to El. “Could you look for Barb again?”

El sets her mouth and nods. She glances at Steve, who also nods and moves to set up the living room again.

Eddie follows him in and picks up the blindfold. Steve doesn’t try to hide his smirk. “You’ve got questions, I’m guessing?”

Eddie shrugs, leans against the couch. Watches the fabric as he pulls it through his fingers. Right hand, left hand. Right, left. “Mostly thinking I was wrong about you. Even more than I initially thought.”

Steve smiles. “We never got to have this conversation in the future, but I do know what your bandana means.” He stops for a second, watches Eddie’s hands. Right, left. “I’m offering… not an olive branch, per se, but…”

“An invitation?” Right, left.

“Exactly.” He shrugs. “If there’s anything you want to know…” he trails off, lets it hang in the air.

Eddie smiles. “Just one thing.” He holds it up in his left hand. “Who d’you use it on?”

Steve grins and turns away, looking for the remote. “Myself.” His smile falls. “Or- I did. You heard about the Russians, right?”

Eddie steps up beside him. Offers him the blindfold. “Yeah. Makes sense.”

Steve shrugs. “I’d say if I could go back in time, but…” he gestures around with a grin, letting it widen when Eddie chuckles. “Turns out going back in time does nothing for the memories I already have.”

Eddie frowns. “Kinda fucked up, isn’t it? Your body reverted back to its sixteen-year-old self, but your brain is still twenty.”

“I mean, imagine me coming to school one day looking like this, and the next I come in with scars, looking half a decade older. People would talk.”

Eddie hums. “You’re probably right. Still, it can’t be easy, having those mental reminders with none of the physical.”

Steve grins at him. “Did you miss the part where I don’t have concussions?”

Eddie snorts. “Fair enough. Still, I bet the scars looked badass.”

“Very metal,” Steve agrees. “Y’know, if you’d survived? We woulda had matching scars.” He trails a hand down his side. “The bats ripped us both open. Woulda gotten me if you, Robin and Nance hadn’t gotten there when you did. You took on a bat with nothing but an oar from a rowboat.” He turns to look at Eddie. “You told me once, how you’re a coward. How you run.” He shakes his head, looks away. “You didn’t. Not when it mattered. And you won’t this time.”

“Maybe this time we’ll have matching not-scars,” Eddie says, then points at Steve. “And no concussions.”

“And no concussions,” Steve parrots, laughing. “If we have to deal with the Russians again, though? I’m definitely doing something different.”

“We,” Eddie murmurs, shrugging when Steve looks at him. “We’ll do something different. You think any of these kids are gonna leave you alone after this? You think Eleven will leave you alone?”

“I hope not,” Steve answers honestly. “And you? You’re staying?”

Eddie shrugs again. “You said I didn’t run when it mattered. Who’s to say this doesn’t matter just as much? I’m not running.”

Steve smiles softly at him. “You’re a good man, Eddie Munson.”

Eddie levels him with a look. “I sell weed, Steve.”

Steve snorts. “I’m well aware, dude, I’ve bought from you before. If all goes well, I’m planning on buying another.”

Eddie laughs. “Hell, man, if it all goes well, I’ll give it to you, free of charge.”

Steve winks. “I’ll hold you to it,” he says, then leaves Eddie to process while he goes to get El.

Of course wherever El goes, Mike’s not far behind, which means he, Dustin and Lucas follow, and of course Nancy follows, and since everyone else is already in there, Jonathan and Robin follow too, so they all end up crammed in the living room again, with bated breaths and tightly-held hands, as El settles in front of the TV and puts the blindfold on.

Finally, she speaks. “I see her. She is alive.”

Nancy slumps into the couch and lets out a breath.

Then El speaks again. “She does not have very long.”

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Harvey Specter x Reader- Revelations

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“He’s late,” Y/n mumbled, not with annoyance or frustration in her voice but with an anxiety Harvey knew she was feeling; not only from her voice but by the way her legs were bouncing slightly under the table.

“Sweetheart, relax,” Harvey hummed, turning towards her, placing one of his hands on her back and the other on her thigh that was closest to him, in an attempt to stop the anxious tapping. 

“He’s usually late to most things,” he joked, in another attempt to ease her anxiety, as his thumb rubbed small circles onto her back. 

He knew why she was so anxious, tonight was a big night…and although he was trying his best not to let it show, he was nervous too. 

“Maybe we should leave before he gets here?” Y/n suggested turning slightly so that her eyes met Harvey’s. 

“We can’t, baby,” he answered softly; with a sympathetic smile. 

“I know, I know,” she sighed, knowing that Harvey was right. 

She knew they had to tell Mike; she wanted to, she really did. 

She was just worried about his reaction; Mike had always been protective over her, ever since they were kids, Harvey knew that. 

Neither of them had meant to keep their relationship a secret for this long, at first it made sense, neither of them wanted to make things difficult or complicated for Mike if their relationship didn’t work out. 

There had been times before they had planned to tell Mike…but something always came up, an urgent court case or business at the firm. 

Y/n was brought back to her senses when she could no longer feel Harvey’s comforting touch on her back or thigh. 

“I love you,” he whispered under his breath as Y/n's eyes fixed on her brother who was walking towards their table, a confused look evident on his face.

“Y/n?” He asked, his eyebrows narrowing as he sat down opposite the two of them, “what are you doing here?”

At the moment it was as though every word Y/n had ever learned just vanished from her brain; she couldn’t think of a single thing to say to Mike. 

“We…” Harvey began, taking a breath before he intertwined Y/n's fingers with his on the table, “we wanted to talk to you.”

Mike's eyes darted between Harvet and Y/n for a few seconds, before he glanced down at their hands and back up at the two of them.  

“How long?” Mike asked; his tone surprisingly calmer than Y/n had expected.

“Nearly…nearly two years,” she stuttered out; bracing herself for the moment she’d feared the most. 

But Mike said nothing; he just looked at the two of them and smiled, “I’m glad you finally told me.”

“You knew?” Y/n said a little louder than she’d intended to, the shock overwhelming her, however it did end up making some of the nearby diners glance in their direction for a few moments; not that she cared all that much.

“You know I’ve been able to tell when you’re lying to me since you were five,” Mike pointed out; he’d known for a while that Y/n and Harvey had been seeing each other, granted they’d hid it well, for half a year he was completely unaware they were together; he knew she was keeping something from him. 

He just didn’t know what.

And then he saw them together at a coffee shop; they were just talking and laughing and it was then that something clicked. 

The way they looked at each other in that coffee shop was enough for him to know that something was going on between them. 

From that moment on little things that he probably never would’ve noticed became so much clearer. 

He was angry for a while; not because they were together, but because they'd kept this a secret from him; but then he saw how happy his little sister was and he didn’t want to interfere with that. 

“And you’re okay with it?” Y/n continued to question; the tone of her voice expressing the fear of what his answer would be. 

“I would’ve said something by now if i wasn’t,” Mike answered simply; giving Y/n a reassuring smile as she let out a sigh of relief, instantly relaxing into her chair; as Mike turned his attention to Harvey. 

“But if you hurt her, I will have to kill you.”

“I would expect nothing less,” Harvey agreed, another chuckle lacing his voice as he too felt a weight lifted from his shoulders. 

But still one thing lingered…one thing that they hadn’t shared with Mike. 

One thing that made Harveys small smile falter. 

“We…have something else to tell you,” Harvey began, glancing at Y/n before looking back at Mike. 

“I asked Y/n to marry me…”

Harvey was always quite spontaneous and he hadn’t planned to ask Y/n without telling Mike about their relationship first; but he just felt like the time was right and he didn’t want to waste another second without her knowing that, that’s why he asked. 

The words lingered in the air for a few moments as Mike processed what he’d just heard. 

“Well at least you didn’t wait a year and a half to tell me that,” he stated; his eyes going back to Y/n; “I take it you said yes?”

She hadn’t. 

Not yet. 

She couldn’t. 

She couldn’t have said yes to Harveys proposal until Mike knew…that’s why she was so nervous about his reaction; because she wanted to marry Harvey.

“I haven’t given him an answer yet,” Y/n corrected; giving Harveys hand a small squeeze, “I wanted you to know about us before I said yes.”

“Well…I guess I should congratulate you on your engagement.” 

Y/n practically jumped out of her seat to hug her brother; the excitement completely taking control of her body as a beaming smile grew on her lips.

“Thank you,” she whispered in his ear as he reciprocated her hug. 

“I think you should turn around,” he whispered back, his eyes looking at Harvey, who was now down on one knee, holding open a black box in his hands. 

A small gasp left Y/ns lips as she saw the sight in front of her.

Harvey. On one knee. With the most gorgeous ring she’d ever seen in her life.

“Y/n Y/l/n, will you marry me?” 

The word yes came out of her mouth faster than she could even process it; it was such a surreal experience. 

One minute she saw Harvey down on one knee as now she was wrapped in his arms, she was so lost in his embrace that she could barely even register the applause the other diners in the restaurant were giving.

[atimeofyourlife]

Learn to forget your biases

written for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt: angst with a happy ending | rating: t | wc: 925 | tags: hurt/comfort, eddie munson being an asshole, hurt steve harrington, angst, hopeful ending Steve got sick of Eddie constantly putting down everything he liked, leading to a fight. Eddie had to put the work in to make it better.

"Why are you even with me if you can't stand to even pretend to be interested in anything that I like?"

It had been days since the argument, and Steve still felt like shit. He hadn't wanted it to end like that, with a maybe break up. He'd just been feeling so frustrated with Eddie being so dismissive of everything he enjoyed, where he at least tried to understand Eddie's hobbies and interests. At times, it felt like Eddie was trying to make him into a clone of him, and it really gave Steve the impression that Eddie was only with him for his looks. Or because he was the only other queer guy in Hawkins that they knew of.

It had started when Steve was making plans to see the Pacers. He'd got the tickets and was thinking they could get a hotel for the night and make a thing of it. But when he'd brought it up to Eddie, he'd laughed in his face. Asked what had possessed Steve into thinking it was something that Eddie would be interested in doing, and told him he shouldn't have even bothered wasting his money to buy tickets when he could just catch the game on tv. It had hurt, but Steve tried to brush it off. He invited Robin to go with him instead, knowing that even though she wasn't a huge fan of basketball, she would tag along and find a way to make it fun.

But Eddie then booked a last minute gig with the band at a bar in Indianapolis. On the same day as the Pacers game. At the same time. He tried to convince Steve to ditch the game to watch them play instead, saying that it would be a better use of his time, and that he was going to be in Indanapolis anyway, so it wouldn't make any difference. Steve refused, as he'd seen Eddie play in shitty bars so many times. Almost every gig they'd played since they'd been together, even attending when he was recovering from a migraine, not wanting to disappoint Eddie.

The fight was the next day. Eddie kept making jabs about Steve ditching him for a basketball game, claiming that he should have been Steve's priority. Steve couldn't even get a word in edgewise to say how the game had been. And he just got sick of it, remembering how Eddie never gave his interests a chance. Brushing off all mentions of sport. Insulting his taste in music, saying he needed an education in real music. Even making fun of his clothes. It was something he couldn't put up with any more.

In the aftermath of the fight, Steve felt lost. Robin had automatically taken his side, she'd already tried talking to Eddie about his attitude toward Steve's interests, only to get ignored. The kids were split, most of them taking Steve's side, but Dustin and Mike siding with Eddie. Saying that sports weren't worth it, that it made it seem like Steve hadn't changed from his jock days in high school. What did surprise Steve was Gareth and Jeff taking his side. They hadn't even known that Steve had invited Eddie to the game weeks before they'd booked the gig, and that Steve supported them at every opportunity, it made them decide that Eddie was being a dick just for the sake of it.

Steve didn't hear from Eddie for a while after the fight. Until one day he and Robin were working. Robin was manning the desk while he tidied and put away returns in the adult section. He wasn't paying much attention until he heard Robin's voice, a note of anger to it.

"If you're not here to apologize, you can fuck off right now."

"I come in peace." Eddie said, and Steve felt his heart skip a beat. Unsure of what could happen next.

"He's in there." Robin replied.

Steve kept his back to the doorway, just waiting for what Eddie was going to do or say.

"Hey." Eddie said softly, keeping his distance from Steve.

"Hi." Steve replied, turning slightly to face Eddie.

"I fucked up. I really, seriously fucked up, and I'm so, so sorry about it. It isn't an excuse, but I genuinely didn't realize how much of a dick I had been until almost everyone we know beat some sense into me. I was taking my attitude from high school too far and projecting it onto you. I know how much I hate it when people judge me based on my looks and my interests, but here I was doing the same to you. I hate how much I hurt you, and I am so sorry. I just hope you would give me another chance?"

"I. It did hurt, Eddie. You made me feel like I was worth less than you because I don't enjoy the same things you do. You lumped me in with a bunch of assholes who I never even associated with. I want us to work, but it's going to take a lot to prove that you're really in it for me." Steve said.

"I get that. Maybe this can be the start." Eddie held out an envelope, which Steve took. He opened it to find two tickets to the next Pacers game. For some of the best seats in the house. "Wayne had to help me figure out which ones I needed. I was thinking we could go together."

Steve smiled, it was a good gesture. "Yeah. I'd like that."

[medusapelagia]

01 He's back

written for @steddieangstyaugust (prompt: Second chances) and @augustwritingchallenge(Prompt: Canon Divergent) Rating: M Relationship: Steve/Eddie TW: mention of blow jobs Words: 1420

"Come on, Eddie! It's the Championship game!" Steve sighs, trying to help his secret boyfriend to be reasonable. Lucas has joined the basketball team and the final game is due on the same night as their game night.

"I don't care if it's one of your jocks' sacred rituals, it's Hellfire's night,” Eddie replies, shaking his head in disdain, “Lucas knows it and if he doesn't want to miss it he has to come to the theater room. If he doesn’t want to, it's not my problem."

"But you know that's important for him!" Steve insists, looking lazily at Eddie pacing front and backward.

"And the Hellfire is important to me! And to Gar! And Jeff! And Freak… even fucking Mike Wheeler knows that's important and that kid is always on the phone calling his stupid girlfriend. But not on Fridays! No sir! And guess why?”

“Because it’s Hellfire night,” Steve sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Exactly! Because. That. Is. Hellfire's night!" Eddie emphasizes, throwing his hands in the air like it was a great revelation.

"Can't you move it just for one time? It's the final game!"

"Are you fucking crazy? It's spring break! I can't organize a game night on spring break! And next semester I'll be too busy studying, because Edward Munson is going to be the first fucking Munson to graduate in his family, ok? I don't care what that prick of the principal thinks about me! 1986, baby! It's my year!"

Steve smiles softly, he does love Eddie’s enthusiasm and his commitment to the Hellfire club, but he would really like to help Lucas. They have trained together all summer to make sure he made it through the tryouts and even if he never played a game Steve knows that being there is important to be part of the team. He lets out a long sigh, rubbing a hand through his hair, "Come on, Eddie! I'm sure that dedicating one night of your studying time to Hellfire’s Club during the next semester isn't going to fuck your plans to graduate."

Eddie stops in his tracks, his eyes wide with anger, "You don't get it, Steve. It's my last game, ok? The last time I'll DM for the Hellfire. After that, I'll leave my legacy to the younger generation. It's a big deal. And it's important to me! If Lucas knew he would be busy he shouldn’t have joined the laundry basket team."

"Hey, low blow." Steve frowns.

"Fair. Sorry. Not cool. Still. If he knew he wasn’t able to come he should have asked to move the game night. But no. I found out, thanks to you, that the traitor isn't going to attend the last day of the Cult of Vecna Campaign. He didn’t even dare to tell me!"

"First of all, if Lucas told you would have scared him to death. And what's most important is that he couldn't have asked you ahead because there was no way he could have known that the team would have made it to the final! I mean, I was there at every game and I wasn't really optimistic. When Hargrove and I were on the team, things were different, but this year the coach had to do a great job of replacing all the players who graduated and adding new members to the team. It isn't easy, you know?"

"You are talking to me about things that aren't easy? I took your little sheep under my wing. I showed them the ropes of high school! I protected them from bullies… and how do they repay me? With treason!"

"You're being way too dramatic. Is there a way I can convince you to move Hellfire's night? Baby? You know I'd do anything for you." Steve tells him, falling onto his knees and crawling toward Eddie who looks at him with desire.

"You drive a hard bargain, Harrington. Are you saying you'll do whatever I'll ask you to?"

"I will."

"Even if it's something you always refused to do?"

Steve frowns, confused wondering if Eddie could ask him to do something that's a hard no for him. They talked about their limits, deeply, and he thinks he will respect his decisions but…

"Don't look so scared. I have a meeting with Chrissy Cunningham tomorrow. She wants to buy drugs. Yes, I know what you think about drugs but she's eighteen, ok? And she scares the shit out of me. I told her I would have seen her here at the trailer after Hell… after the Championship game. If you promise to be at my place and protect me from the mean cheerleader I might consider moving the Hellfire night after spring break. Oh, and I still want that blow job you seemed to be so willing to offer."

"You know what, I'll make you even a better offer: one blow job now and one after you see Chrissy, to calm your nerves."

"That sounds good."

***

Steve is hiding in Eddie's room. Well, not really hiding, he's just waiting for his boyfriend to get back. He was so anxious about this meeting with Chrissy, as if the sweetest girl alive could have ever been mean to anyone.

The familiar crunching sound of the van's tires rolling on the gravel tells him that Eddie is back even before he slams the door open announcing that the princess is visiting his humble abode. Steve chuckles between himself, his boyfriend is always so dramatic. Hearing him digging, looking for drugs in the trailer, Steve sighs. He doesn't like that Eddie sells drugs but Eddie promises he'll quit the business soon and that if Chrissy decides to take the drugs he'll stay with her to make sure her trip is a good one.

Chrissy and Eddie are chatting in the little living room and Steve is already bored out of his mind, so he starts to take a look at the tapes spread out on Eddie's bed, knowing that between them there's the demo Eddie and the boys are so proud of. Gareth's cousins know someone who knows someone who might be interested in the demo and they are super excited about it. Steve wants to have a taste of their music, so he puts the tapes in the stereo and scares himself to death when a loud music comes out from the speakers.

He should have known that Eddie always keeps his stereo at the maximum volume! He gets closer to the stereo to lower the volume when he realizes that the screams aren't coming from the tape. Or at least not the female's one.

Steve slams the door open and sees Eddie floating on the roof of the trailer, his eyes white and empty. Steve never saw something like that before but he has seen a few strange shit in his young life and that's a code red. He grabs his walkie and gives it to Chrissy, "Push the button and tell that's a code red!" he yells, while he tries to pull down Eddie from the ceiling.

"Come on, Eddie! Get your stupid ass back here." He curses, while Chrissy keeps screaming in the walkie-talkie. Someone might have answered because the trailer's door slams open once more and Max is standing in the living room, asking questions Steve has no answer for.

In the background the Corroded Coffin's tape keeps playing, changing from a screaming song to a sort of slow ballad.

Max has taken hold of the walkie talkie and she's describing what's going on to the others who are trying to find a way to get to the trailer to help. when finally Eddie opens his eyes and falls on the ground, but Steve is there, ready to cushion his fall.

"Steve... are you real? Are you really real?" Eddie asks, touching Steve's face with trembling hands.

Steve catches one of his hands, keeping him tight to his chest, and kisses the long fingers with affection.

"I'm real. You're good. Everything is good."

"I saw a monster, Steve! A real one! He was hunting me down and then… then I heard our song! And I saw you! And I ran to you." Eddie tries to explain while catching his breath.

"You did good, babe. You did well." Steve reassures him, rocking him back and forward.

When the walkie-talkie cracks alive again and Dustin's panicked voice asks what's going on, Steve grabs the walkie-talkie and replies, "He's back."

And none complains about the fact he didn't say: over.

[gender-fluidbees]

who wants to read the first chapter of my byler fake dating wip to decide if I should keep writing it?

The Byers-Hopper living room had been temporarily turned into a large cave of sleeping bags and blankets. They had managed to get away with the excuse of Max and El coincidentally having a sleepover at the same time the boys did. Not at all a mixed event. Dustin had been trying to throw popcorn into Max’s mouth while Lucas bugged Will with the same question he had been asking since he came out to them.

“When are you gonna get a boyfriend?” Lucas whined.

Will rolled his eyes and set his soda down on the floor next to him.

“As soon as I find a gay boy in Hawkins that is out and wants to date me,” he said with a dry tone that implied the odds of that were very slim, at which Dustin scoffed as if personally offended without looking away from his mission.

“Will, if I liked boys, I would be all over you,” he insisted.

They all laughed as Will pulled a disgusted face, though he appreciated the gesture.

“Thanks, man, but I’m good.”

“You must like someone,” said Lucas with a raised eyebrow.

Will’s eyes darted to Mike, lightning quick so no one would catch it, but he met his gaze before looking away and clearing his throat.

“Leave him alone, guys,” Mike said, annoyed. Max’s eyebrows appeared to launch off her forehead but she said nothing. Of course Mike would be the one to help him, to protect him. He always was, wasn’t he?

There was a moment of silence before El stood up and stretched.

“I am getting more pizza,” she announced and Dustin went to join her.

They managed to make it another two hours before the topic came up again. This time, surprisingly, it was El who said something. Everyone else was getting ready for bed and she sat next to him on the floor.

“Do you not like anyone?” she asked earnestly. Will sighed.

“It’s complicated.”

She paused before saying, “I hope it stops being complicated. I hope you get him.”

Will smiled and hugged his sister as everyone walked back into the room.

“What are we talking about?” asked Dustin.

“Boys,” El told him.

“Yes! Get my boy some di-“

“MAX!” Will interrupted before she could finish her sentence. His face flushed a dark red and he shook his head in disbelief. This feeling only increased when he saw Mike trying to cover up a laugh with a cough.

“Something funny, Michael?” he asked.

“Nope,” he said, finally laughing out loud.

That laugh. Will had heard it all his life and yet he never tired of it. The way his nose scrunched and his cheeks dusted with pink. It was Will’s favorite way to draw him.

They had all settled in to watch a movie, and the subject was not brought up, but Will’s mind wouldn’t let the topic go.

When would he get a boyfriend, if ever? Why was he stuck on Mike after all these years? Why couldn’t he just move on?

“Hey,” Mike said in his ear from beside him on the floor, “You ok?” 

Will swallowed. “Yeah, I’m good.”

Mike’s breath had been hot on his cheek and they were pressed up so close against the couch. Will wiped his sweaty hands and excused himself to go to the bathroom. He just needed a moment to breathe.

When he reached the bathroom and closed the door, he finally felt his limbs relax. It had only been about a minute and a half before there was a knock at the bathroom door.

“Yeah?” Will called.

“Will, it’s Mike, I just came to check on you.”

He opened the door to let Mike in and closed it once more. The two boys sat on the cold tile, knees touching ever so slightly.

“What’s going on?” he asked softly and Will sighed deeply.

“It’s stupid, I’m just a bit tired of all the relationship questions.”

Mike nodded sagely and his brows furrowed. Will knew that face. It was the same face Mike made when he had an idea for a campaign. That was a dangerous face.

“Miiiike. What are you planning?” he pouted, shoving the boy.

“Shh, let me think,” he said, putting his finger to Will’s lips for a second. He went cross eyed to look at the hand on his mouth and his heart picked up about ten paces. Mike removed his hand and stood up, beginning to pace the small bathroom and Will stood soon after in confusion.

“Okay, so the party won’t stop bothering you about dating someone, yes?”

“Yes?” Will said slowly.

“And your family is worried you're lonely, yes?”

“Hey! I-”

“Shut up and let me finish. I want to move out of my dad’s house but he won’t let me…” Mike trailed off as if Will could finish the thought for him.

“Mike, literally what do those things have to do with each other?”

He looked at Will like it was obvious and held his hands out in a general ‘duh’ gesture.

“You date me!”

Will caught a glimpse of the face he made in the bathroom mirror, and no words could describe what that emotion was. Will calls it, ‘my-best-friend-who-is-a-boy-and-very-straight-who-I-am-in-love-with-says-I-should-date-him.’

It took a moment for Will to get the word out of his mouth, as it had gotten very dry. “What?”

“You date me! Pretend, of course-”

“Of course.”

“-so everyone leaves you alone and my dad kicks me out because he’s a piece of shit. Everybody wins!”

After a moment, he deduced that Mike was not joking, and the panic receptors in his brain which never did their job correctly made him laugh. Loudly.

“What are you smoking, Mike?”

“What?” Mike asked, offended. He seemed to think it was a great plan. Will caught his breath and leaned against the wall.

“Mike, no one’s gonna buy that. Also, it is not worth losing your family over a joke. What if he- what if he hurt you?”

As Will tried to get Mike to see reason, some part of him wanted to say yes. Some awful, selfish, thirteen year old part of him wanted Mike in whatever way he could get him even if it was fake. 

Mike seemed to think Will’s words over, and he had a moment of hope that the boy would change his mind.

“You think he would hurt me?” Mike asked, as if this had never occurred to him.

“Mike, I’m not saying your dad’s a bad person, but-”

“He’s the scum of the earth, but continue.”

“People do crazy things when they think someone they love might be g- might be like me.”

Mike’s face twisted in a way that churned Will’s stomach. No, don’t be sad, don’t look like a kicked puppy. 

“Well then we gotta do it.”

“What?!?” Will exclaimed, more confused than ever. He thought he had changed his mind, not egged him on.

“Think about it. If Hawkins has a publicly gay couple, it could make it easier for other people.”

“You want it to be public?” Will screeched. Okay, Mike had officially lost his mind, because if he thought the bullying was bad already, just wait until he announced he was a boykisser.

Mike grinned. “Are you agreeing?”

“No! I’m the opposite of agreeing! I’m disagreeing! I am the antithesis to whatever point it is that you’re trying to make!”

Mike just laughed. “The point is it’s a win-win situation. We say we’re dating, we hold hands in front of people, maybe kiss a few times then we stage a break up. No harm done.”

Kiss. He wanted them to kiss. Well, no, not wanted, but he suggested it. Oh god.

“You do realize if your father kicks you out, you might never speak to him again.”

“If that’s the worst case scenario, then this plan is better than I thought.”

Will sighed again, running his hands over his face. He only had so much willpower. The boy he had been in love with for years was offering a free trial on a silver platter and wouldn’t take no for an answer.

“How would it work?” he asked quietly, trying not to read into the way Mike’s face lit up when he said it.

“We would walk downstairs now holding hands and tell the party we’re dating. Then tomorrow we tell your family. Word gets around, my dad explodes, I move in with Nancy.”

“That’s it? That’s your genius plan? We need to figure out every step. How long have we been dating? Who asked who? When did you realize you were gay? Are you even gay or are you bisexual? Do we…”

Will trailed off and grinded his teeth. Mike cocked his head.

“Do we what?”

“...kiss?”

Mike paused a second before laughing at Will’s hushed tone.

“I would hope so, if we were dating.”

Will rolled his eyes and grabbed Mike by the shoulders to make him look at him, ignoring the way his heart fluttered at the contact. He needed to get this point across.

“Mike. If we were fake dating. If we kissed. Then that means that you would have to kiss me. On the lips. Me and you,” he said clearly, sure that this would be the deal breaker to snap him out of it. Instead, Mike just looked at him with the same serious face, pushing Will’s hands off his shoulders.

“Will. I know. That’s how kissing works,” he said with a shit eating grin.

“And you’re okay with that?”

This was Will’s lifelong dream and worst nightmare all wrapped into one.

“Yeah, I mean, it would be weird if it was like Lucas or something but it’s you.”

He said it so plainly, so surely that Will knew he meant it. And that hurt so wonderfully. His head was spinning. No, he did not want to kiss him, but he would rather kiss him than another boy. He offered.

“Have you ever kissed anyone?” Mike asked, making Will roll his eyes.

“Mike, when would I have ever had the chance to kiss someone?”

Mike just shrugged and leaned back against the sink. “Wanna practice? Y’know, before we kiss in front of someone else.”

Will blanched. “I- I still haven’t agreed, technically.”

His heart seemed to be trying to escape his ribcage and he willed it to calm down. This was not happening. Mike smiled at him, that wonderful smile, and knelt down on one knee, holding out cupped hands in front of him.

“William Byers, will you do me the honor of fake dating me?”

There was a pause, and then, “Ugh, fine. Get off the floor, it’s dirty.”

Mike stood and brushed off his pants with a haughty sort of pride at having convinced him. The boys looked at each other for a moment, saying nothing.

“So, uh, what now?” Will asked, fidgeting.

“You never answered my other question.” Mike said, stepping closer. Will’s heart pounded.

“What other question?”

Mike took another step so he was almost pressed against Will, but not quite.

“Wanna practice?”

Oh god. What was he supposed to say? Which answer was less suspicious? If he said yes, he would seem too eager, but if he said no, it would look like he was hiding something.

Mike studied his face and took a quick step back, looking guilty. “Hey, we don’t have to kiss at all if you’re not comfortable with that. Maybe we’re not a PDA couple.”

Will groaned internally. Had he just missed his one chance to kiss Mike Wheeler? It’s not like that offer was going to present itself again.

“No,” he said too quickly, “I mean, no it doesn’t make me uncomfortable. We can… kiss.”

Mike raised an eyebrow and stepped back into Will’s personal space.

“You sure?”

“M’sure,” he breathed.

Mike slowly reached out to grab his chin and Will tried not to squirm. His hands were big enough to cradle his whole face if he wanted to. He felt himself being tugged forward slightly and Mike Wheeler was kissing him. It was… disappointing. Will forgot to close his eyes or do anything with his lips and his hands were just hanging at his sides uselessly. Mike pulled away slightly. Well, that was it. His first kiss. Wahoo.

“You gonna kiss me back or what?” he asked with a smirk, his voice slightly scratchy, setting every nerve ending in his body on fire.

Their lips touched again, and this time he responded. He closed his eyes and kissed him back. Their lips slotted awkwardly at first, but Will tilted his head to the right and there it was. This was the kiss that he had wanted. It was soft and his heart was in his throat as he was trying so hard to not fuck it up. Mike pressed closer to him, putting a hand on the wall beside him. His lips opened slightly, prying Will’s open as he skated his tongue across his bottom lip. Will inhaled sharply through his nose and pulled away so he could breathe. His lips tingled slightly and he felt like he was only half awake.

“We should probably go back downstairs,” Mike said plainly, looking unaffected. Will drew in a deep breath to steady his thoughts and nodded. Mike stepped away and held out his hand for Will to take.

“Shall we?”

Will took his hand shakily and their fingers interlocked. They had actually held hands before. They did it a lot as kids until they were told they weren’t supposed to. Mike’s hands were much bigger now than they had been back then, and Will hoped his weren’t too sweaty.

They made their way downstairs, hand in hand in the dark living room. All eyes flicked over to them from the TV, aside from Max who hadn’t been looking in the first place.

“What took you so long?” she asked while everyone else silently clocked their intertwined hands.

“Uh, sorry. Headache,” Will said plainly.

“Bullshit,” Max called from the couch.

“What?”

“Bullshit. What happened?”

Although she was blind, Max still never missed anything.

“Uh, well,” Mike said, cheeks coloring, “Me and Will are kinda dating.”

Everyone was quiet for a moment and Will considered taking his chances with a tall building, but then there was a cacophony of, “Finally!” and “I knew it!”, which Mike made a face at, but said nothing. 

Eventually, everyone was tired enough to actually go to sleep, and they began to settle into their sleeping bags.

“What are you doing?” Will asked as Mike pushed his sleeping bag closer to his.

“Shouldn’t we sleep together?”

Will’s mouth went dry at the wording and he just nodded mutely as he crawled in to go to sleep. Mike did the same, so close that Will could feel his breath on his nose. Those lips. He had kissed those lips. Rather poorly at first, but still. Mike shifted even closer and Will swore all of Hawkins could hear his heart beating. Everyone else had already fallen asleep, it being three in the morning, so it was really just them.

“Mike,” Will whispered, “No one’s watching.”

“Just to be safe,” Mike whispered back, and leaned in, pressing their lips together quickly before pulling away and laying his head down, still facing him. “Goodnight, boyfriend.”

Will sighed. “Goodnight.”

If this plan didn’t go to shit, he owed the universe a lot of money.

[bullet-prooflove]

Birthday Celebration Bingo: Surprise Party - Joe Velasco x Reader

Tagging: @plaidbooks @witches-unruly-heart @storiesofsvu @rosaliedepp @thatesqcrush

Part of The Wolf Universe:

Criminal!Joe:

The Wolf - Joe meets his queen in an unexpected place.

Reward - Joe rewards you for your loyalty.

One More (NSFW) - Joe ruins you when you display your devotion. 

Pictures of You (feat: Mike Duarte) - Mike discovers you’re alive.

Bleed - Joe learns the story behind your scars.

Flowers (feat: Mike Duarte) - It’s been a long time since Mike has bought you flowers.

Use Me (NSFW) - Joe surrenders to you.

Love Letter - Terry gives you the letter Joe left for you.

Red Flag - Terry thinks your a red flag in Joe’s operation.

Mi Amor - You decide to tell Joe how you feel.

Joe doesn’t expect to see balloons when he walks through the door of the Soreno’s. He doesn’t expect the confetti cannon that goes off in his face either, showering his expensive suit in a haze of glitter nor the exclamation of surprise that erupts from the guests. He was expecting a quiet, intimate dinner with his wife, not a full on event.

Nobody has ever thrown The Wolf a surprise party. He’s completely stunned as people approach him, shaking his hand, giving them their best wishes. His gaze meets yours across the room and you give him that smile, the one that absolutely ruins him.

You’d been tangled up in one another when he’d told you he’d never had a birthday party. You were talking about your childhood back in Boston, the house where you grew up, the bouncy castle that had deflated when your drunk uncle tripped over the plug.

“We never had parties.” He tells you, his thumb chasing over the apple of your cheek. “My mother was dead and my father was too busy building his empire.”

“It sounds lonely.” You say softly. He can see the sadness in your eyes, the compassion, the empathy. You are the only person he trusts with these parts of himself, the only person he shows his vulnerability.

“Let’s not talk about that.” He murmurs against your lips, his naked body draping across yours. “Not when we could be doing other things.”

You hadn’t forgotten that conversation. You had known that his father was abusive, you’d seen the scars on his back, ran your fingers over them but you hadn’t realised the extent of it. Joe was nothing to that man but clay to mould into his own image. His emotional wellbeing, his happiness wasn’t a factor, especially as a child.

It’s the expression on his face that captures you when he walks into that room, that rare moment of joy on his features. It makes the weeks of planning worth every single second.

“You have been a naughty girl.” He whispers into your ear when he catches up with you. His arm wraps around your waist drawing you to him, his firm body pressing against yours. “Keeping things from me.”

There’s a growl in his voice, it’s dark and teasing as his nose trails up along the curve of his throat, his fingers toying with the knot of the midnight blue wrap dress you’re wearing. One pull is all it would take, but he can’t stand the thought of another man’s eyes on you, even if he’s the one fucking you.

“If you can spare me ten minutes perhaps I can give you your other birthday present.” You say, your eyes bright with mischief as you guide his hand underneath your dress. His fingertips skate over the lace tops of the thigh high stockings you’re wearing and his breathing hitches. “I bought something a little special, something for your eyes only.”

His lips brush over yours, his kiss full with a thousand unspoken promises. You’re wet already, a damp patch growing across the sheer fabric of your panties.

“I’m gonna need more than ten minutes, mi amor.” He murmurs, his thumb chasing along the line of your jaw. “Especially if I want to thank my wife properly.”

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Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[m-jelly]

Late night snack - Chapter 9

Vampire Levi x human reader

Levi looks after you as you heal. He investigates a lead and learns something new. The two of you wedding plan and you try on your wedding dress.

Ao3

Part 10

Levi lightly held your hands as you walked towards him. After everything that happened to you and how weak you had gotten you needed to build up your stamina again, which involved walking with Levi’s help across different places. He smiled as you kept walking. “Well done, bunny.”

You panted a bit. “I’m walking further each time.”

He smiled softly and felt closer to being at peace. The doctor had told him you were fine, there were no lingering issues from whatever was used on you and there was nothing wrong with him either. They said you needed to work together to regain your strength. He could give you his blood in a few days to help speed things along.

He caught you when your legs gave up. “You’re doing fantastic, my love.”

You sighed a bit. “I think I’m done.”

He scooped you up and carried you to the sofa. “Rest.”

You panted more and gulped hard. “Do you have my drink?”

He sat next to you and helped you drink. “Good girl.”

“Thanks.” You leaned against Levi. “Mm.”

“Tired?” He wrapped his arms around you. “Do you want to nap?”

You shook your head. “No, I just want to be close to you.”

“I’m happy to help with that.” He kissed your temple. “Do you wanna stream for a bit? I can help you.”

You gasped in delight. “Oh, please.”

He picked you up and carried you to your gaming room. He sat you in your seat and set everything up. “I’ll go on mine. We can call the lads and play that Nuclear Nightmare game.”

You clapped your hands. “Yes and maybe some Lethal Company.”

He hummed a laugh. “Exactly.” He set his things up and made the group call. “I’ll control the stream from him, so if you’re tired I’ll swap everything to me.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to put pressure on you.”

“I want to do it.”

You felt your cheeks heat up. “Thank you.” You tapped away on your computer and called up everyone in a group chat. You helped people set up their streams before logging into the game. “We’ll use in-game mics as it has proximity chat.” You giggled at everyone being so sweet. “Okay, I’ll introduce you all to the fans. Everyone, please say hello to my friends, Erwin, Mike, Kat and my best friend Henri. They’ll be working with me and Levi tonight. I’m still rather sick, so Levi will take over the stream if I get too unwell.”

Levi chuckled when he appeared on your stream on a camera in the corner near you. “Hello, little woodland cuties. I’ll be here all night with my bunny and when she struggles, this black kitty cat will take over.”

Henri laugh. “Kitty cat, huh?”

“Tease me about it and you’ll upset bunny. She calls me a black kitty.”

“Oh!” Henri cleared his throat. “I wanna get a nickname of an animal. Bunny? What animal would I be?”

You rubbed your eyes. “Mm, you remind me of a dog. You’re loyal and sweet. Oh, maybe a hamster.”

He whined a bit. “You’re making me blush.”

You giggled and set up the game. “Everyone in? Swapping to in-game mic.”

Your group chatted together before splitting up. Kat went with her man Erwin. Mike teamed up with Henri, so their streams were likely to be pure madness. Levi stuck to you like glue, helped you complete tasks and drove you around on the snowmobile. Now and then you’d radio your friends to check on them and all seemed to be going well, until a monster attacked Henri and Mike and Henri ran into a trip mine and blew himself up and hurt Mike.

Levi huffed a sigh. “Figures those two would do something stupid.”

You giggled and checked a tent for supplies. “They are just trying their best.” You turned around and lit your glowstick back up. “They managed to get some evidence for us. So we can do the satellites next and hopefully upload the evidence.”

Levi hummed. “If we find a computer we can respawn those two.”

“Great idea.” You turned around and screamed at a tall monster sprinting towards you. “What the fuck is that!?”

Levi blasted it with the shotgun and saved you before it could infect you. He grunted when the infectious worms wiggled out of it. “It’s dead. That was wild.”

You hurried over to Levi. “Thank you. You saved my life.”

“I did huh? You’re welcome.”

You hummed. “I will reward you with kisses at the end of this round.”

“I’ll make sure we live.”

“Same here!”

The two of you carried on working together until you achieved your goals. You moved towards a spot where you could call back your friends who died and a helicopter to extract you all. While Levi was checking the area you were on the computer bringing Mike and Henri back to life. As you worked you didn’t realise something was sneaking up on you.

You screamed when you were attacked and knocked to the floor. You pulled out your gun and shot the crawling beast until it was dead. “Oh no.”

Levi raced over and called your name. “Are you okay!?”

“I got attacked. Levi, I might be infected.”

“No…no, no, no! We need to find the vaccine.”

You followed Levi. “It’s okay. I’ll be okay.”

He searched the rooms. “I’m not losing you.”

You gasped as the music got a bit intense. “Oow, the music is getting more and more intense.”

Levi sprinted into a room. “AH! Here! Take it. You’re not allowed to die.”

You walked over to the vaccine and used it. “All better!”

“Good. Now, let’s radio everyone here and call the helicopter.”

“Okay.” You switched to walkie. “Hello, come to Levi and my location we’re calling the helicopter.”

Erwin radioed back. “On our way. The lads don’t have a walkie because they died, but we’re close to them. We’ll tell them to come with us.”

“Thank you!” You swapped to your gun. “Okay, Levi, we just need to survive.”

Levi stayed right by your side. “I won’t let anything take you.”

“Thank you.” You gasped and fired your gun right behind Levi. “Back off! He’s mine!”

Levi turned and saw a dead monster. “Wow, thank you. You’re so strong.”

“I did my best.”

He moved to the door. “I hear snowmobiles.” He opened the door and walked out. “Come on bunny.”

You ran outside with him and met up with the others. After catching each other up, you called the helicopter and gathered in a group on the helipad with weapons at the ready. All of you watched the time count down and the helicopter slowly landed. All of you escaped and celebrated as a team.

You whined a little. “So uh, what did you all think? I know it’s not to everyone’s tastes.” You felt your heart swell as everyone shouted its praise, how scary it was and fun to work together and figure things out and weigh up options if choices were worth it or not. “I’m so glad. We can keep going.”

After a few more rounds you moved on to the next game. Lethal Company was very funny and you had to install mods so you could all play together. Once again, Levi stuck to you like glue and found you scrap. He left you for a moment so you and Henri were teaming up.

You noticed a turret in a room and giggled. “Oh, Henri! Look at that! That’s good scrap. Could you get it as my arms are full?”

“Sure.” He walked in and started screaming and running out. “You dick!”

You laughed hard. “Sorry, sorry, I had to.”

He huffed. “I should shove you into a pit.”

“Do it, I dare you.”

“You’re dead!”

You screamed and ran off with him after you. “I’m sorry!” You dropped all your scrap. “Wait!”

He shoved you into the pit and laughed when you died. “Serves you right.” He hurried back to the ship, dropped his things off and smiled. “Okay, let’s go.”

Levi looked around. “Where’s bunny?”

“She fell.”

You spawned in. “Fell my ass, Henri shoved me into a pit and I fell to my death!”

Henri gasped when Levi approached him with a sign. “Wait! Levi! She lured me to a turret!”

Levi chased him around the ship. “Don’t care! You killed my bunny!”

Kat giggled. “Levi’s so cute.”

Erwin tapped on the computer. “He’s a lovesick cat.”

Mike snorted. “You can say that again.”

You hurried over to Levi. “Don’t kill him.” You squeaked when you accidentally got hit. “Ow.”

Levi gasped. “I’m so sorry!”

“It’s okay, it was an accident.”

“I’m sorry.”

You took your headset off. “Hang on people.” You got up and stumbled over to Levi. “I’m here.” You leaned over and showered his face with kisses. “I’m okay.”

He dragged you onto his lap and held you tightly. “Mm.”

You petted his head a few times. “It’s all okay.”

“I’m all recharged now.”

“Good.” You slipped off his lap and walked carefully back to your seat. You huffed a bit and put your headphones on. “Okay…” You read the comments. “I’m okay, honest. I’m just a little tired. Thank you for worrying about me.” You played a bit more and stayed on the ship. “Mm.”

Levi glanced over at you. “Is it time?”

You welled up a bit and nodded. “Yeah.”

Levi walked over to you. “It’s okay. Say bye and we’ll get you to bed.”

You waved to your fans. “Bye. Bye friends as well.”

Levi scooped you up and carried you to bed. “Sleep well, little bunny.” He tucked you in. “I’ll be right back.”

“I’m sure my fans will love the kitty hour.”

“I’m sure they will.” He chuckled and handed you a cuddly toy. “Text me if you need me.”

“Promise.”

He kissed you before walking back to his computer. He swapped the stream over to him and sighed. “Alright, let’s do this for bunny.”

Ivor laughed as he dragged his winning chips towards him, yet another win under his belt. He smirked a bit and felt on cloud nine. He glanced up as Erwin and Levi walked over to him. “Evening gentleman, what do I owe the pleasure of this-.”

Levi grabbed the back of Ivor’s head and slammed it against the table. “You hurt my bunny!”

Ivor grunted. “What!?”

Levi yanked him back and punched him hard in the face before kicking him. He snarled as Ivor went flying and smashed into a table. “I know you did it!”

Ivor groaned. “Why would I hurt her?”

“You hated her at first but you’ve become obsessed with her!”

Ivor used his speed to move out of the way of Levi’s wrath. “I wouldn’t harm a hair on her head!”

Levi grabbed his neck and shoved him against the wall. “You bought suppressants and feasted on her. You could have killed her!”

Ivor choked. “I don’t understand.”

Erwin tapped on his phone and showed him the payment. “You bought a lot of suppressants. You fed them to Bunny so you could stop the connection to Levi for a moment and feed on her.”

Ivor snarled. “Put me down and let me explain.”

Levi dropped him. “Explain fast before I kill you.”

Ivor rubbed his neck. “I admit, I bought them but I would never use them on your girl.” He sighed. “Come with me.” He led the two men up some stairs to an office above the casino. “Drinks?”

Levi snarled. “Talk.”

Ivor got himself a drink and made two others. “Drink. It’s a long story.” He sat on his desk as the others sipped their blood. “There is a reason behind why I was so nasty and hostile towards your Mrs when I first saw her.” He downed his drink. “Leia.”

“Who the fuck is that?”

He smiled sadly. “A human woman I fell in love with during the 80s. She was everything to me.”

Levi gripped his glass. “Why the fuck is that important?”

Erwin placed his hand on Levi’s shoulder. “Let him talk.”

“Fine.”

Ivor placed his glass on the side. “I thought she loved me with just as much passion. We swapped blood and I was planning on asking her to marry me and if I could turn her. Turns out, she was having an affair with another vampire and a human. I confronted her and she confessed she was using me for my money and status.”

Levi’s shoulders dropped. “I’m sorry.”

“I tried everything to get her to love me, but nothing. She ended up ageing and recently she wanted me back, but I refused, she was just scared of dying of old age. She managed to get another vampire to turn her. After that, she claimed she could still feel the connection to me. She kept visiting me over and over asking for me.” He shook a little. “Said she loved me and wanted me. I refused her, so she claimed the blood from me in her was driving her mad. There was no possible way my blood was still in her. I couldn’t sense or feel her anymore. So, I bought the medication, sent it to her and said I hope it helped her forget.” He lowered his head. “I just wish I could forget.”

Levi placed his glass down. “I…forgive me.”

“I understand. You love this woman and she loves you.” He frowned. “What happened?”

Erwin cleared his throat. “She was drugged, kidnapped, strung up and drained of a lot of her blood.”

Ivor’s eyes widened. “What? How could…the poor thing…” He snarled. “Who…if you need resources to help just let me know. This is sick.” He looked up. “Are there others you suspect?”

“Theodore and Henri.”

“Henri? But he adores her.”

Levi looked away. “I don’t like suspecting a good friend, but it has to be a vampire who knows her well.”

“What about Mike?”

Levi shook his head. “He would never. Besides, he has a Mrs.”

Ivor nodded. “Right.” He released a long sigh. “This is messy.”

“You can say that again.”

Ivor looked over at Levi. “Who’s looking after Bunny while you’re here?”

Levi tapped on his phone. “She’s asleep in bed.”

Ivor walked over and looked to see Levi had a camera on you. “You’re spying on her?”

“I need to keep an eye on her.” Levi locked his phone. “We need to focus.”

Erwin rose to his feet. “If you could watch over those two men with us, we would appreciate it.”

Ivor nodded. “Consider it done.”

Levi sighed. “I appreciate it.” He frowned when his phone buzzed he pulled out his phone to see the app said there was movement in his place. “Tch, damn it.” He gaped when your name appeared on his phone. He answered right away. “Bunny!?”

You sobbed a bit. “Leviiiii.”

He hushed you and softly said your name. “What’s wrong?”

“I had a nightmare. Please come home.”

Levi’s eyes widened. “I have to go gentlemen.”

Erwin smiled. “I’ll take over. Go home to her.”

Levi used his speed to appear right at the end of the bed to see you sitting there hugging your cuddly toy with your cheeks stained with tears. “Bunny.”

You whimpered a bit before sobbing hard. “Leviiiii.”

He hurried over to you and wrapped you up in his arms. “Shh, it’s okay, it’s okay. I’m here now.”

You clung to his back. “I was so scared.”

He rubbed your back. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here.”

“You’re here now and that’s the important thing.”

He rocked you a little. “Do you want to play games? Watch a movie?”

You looked up at Levi. “Could…could I have…umm…”

He smiled a little. “You want some of my blood? It makes me happy having it soothes you.” He bit his hand. “Drink. It should be safe for you now.”

You wrapped your lips around his hand and sucked the blood. A warmth spread through you as you gulped down his blood. “Mm, thank you.”

He ran his thumb over your bottom lip. “Messy bunny. You look like you’ve eaten a juicy strawberry.”

“You are juicy and tasty.”

Levi blushed hard at your words before moaning when you bit his shoulder. “What a deadly bunny you are.”

“Mm.” You smiled a bit. “Thank you. I feel better.”

He caressed your cheek. “What did you dream about?”

You cuddled up to Levi. “I was kidnapped and fed on over and over. I screamed for you and you kept trying to run to me, but you could never reach me.”

Levi cupped the back of your head and held you close. “I’ll always reach you. I will always save you. I’ll always come when you call for me.”

You relaxed in Levi’s arms. “I don’t ever want to lose this connection we have. I like feeling you.” You gasped. “N-not like that…well…like that…but I meant.”

Levi chuckled. “I knew what you meant.”

You pawed at Levi a bit. “Speaking of feeling you.”

Levi purred. “Yes, my darling?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down onto you. “I want to feel you.”

Levi pushed his hand up and under your nightshirt. “I’m happy to assist with that.”

You parted your legs for him. “I want you slow, deep and intimate.”

“I’ll go all night for you.”

You hummed in thought as you looked over the designs for the wedding. You looked over at Levi to see he was gazing at you. “You’re supposed to be focusing.”

He smiled as he reached up and pocked your cheek. “I am focusing on the most important thing.”

“You’re going the right way to get your cock sucked and fucked.”

Levi went bright red as he said your name. “You…”

You giggled. “You’re easy to tease.” You picked up your phone and smiled. “Henri says he’s coming over with the dress.”

Levi tensed up. “Henri is coming here?”

You looked up at Levi. “Yeah…is that bad?” You saw Levi looked uncomfortable. “You suspect him?”

“We just have to keep our options open, my love.”

You squeezed your phone tightly. “Oh…”

Levi pulled you close. “Don’t think about it. I’m handling it all, okay? You enjoy a nice day with Henri. Besides, I’ll be here.”

“I feel safe with you.” You let out a long sigh. “I trust Henri, but I have trusted others before.” You cleared your throat. “Anyway! I’ll let him in.” You hurried to the door and unlocked it. “Henri!”

He waved at you as he dragged a suitcase out of the lift. “Bonjour, petit lapin.” He hurried over to you. “How are you feeling? Better than before I hope.”

You nodded. “I’m a lot better. Levi is now allowed to give me his blood, so I’m healing rather fast now.”

“I’m glad.” He looked up and smiled. “Bonjour, Levi.”

Levi put his arm around you. “Good to see you. Bunny says you have a wedding dress for her?”

“I do!”

You bounced up and down. “I’m so excited to try it on.”

“I need to check if it’s perfect. If there are issues, I will mark it down and tell the designer.”

Levi pulled you along. “Come on in.”

Henri dragged the case in and stopped by the sofa. He unlocked it and carefully pulled the dress out. “Here it is.”

You welled up at seeing it. “It’s so beautiful.”

“Right?” He handed it over to you. “Try it.”

You hugged it close and ran off to the bedroom. You pulled everything off but your nice underwear then dragged on your dress. You buttoned it at the back as best as you could. You gazed in the mirror and felt so moved, it was like the dress was painted on like it was a part of you. You lifted the front part a little and walked out to see the men chatting.

You put your dress down and smiled. “I couldn’t manage all the buttons, but what do you think?”

Levi placed his hand on his heart. “You…you’re…” He walked closer and held your hand. “You’re breathtaking.”

Henri walked over and finished buttoning the dress. “Just doing my maid of honour duty.” He stepped back. “Perfect.”

Levi twirled you and started to dance with you. “I think it’s perfect.”

You hummed a laugh. “I do too.”

Henri smiled. “But?”

You released Levi. “The bottom part is a little long, I just worry about stepping on it and tripping. I think that’s the only comment.”

Henri eyed the dress. “I think that’s very reasonable.”

You moved closer and whispered. “Maybe low at the front too? I wanna show off my chest to Levi a little.”

“I got it.” He winked at you. “Leave it to me.”

“Thank you.”

Levi narrowed his eyes. “What are you two planning?”

You walked closer. “Nothing, my love.” You cupped the side of his face. “I love you.”

He kissed you. “Mm, I love you too.”

You twirled in your dress and giggled. “I feel like a princess.”

“You are a Queen.”

You felt your cheeks heat up. “Thank you. I’ll go change.”

He chuckled as you ran off. “I’m a lucky man.”

Henri hummed a laugh. “You are. So, are you turning her on the wedding night?”

“I am. We’ve talked about it and she said she’s ready.”

Henri raised a brow. “Are you?”

Levi gulped hard and shook his head. “No, no I’m not ready. It’s hard. I’ve spoken to my parents about the process because they’ve been there. I understand what has to be done. It’s hard because I have to kill her but then bring her back to life.”

You ran back with the dress in your arms. “All sorted.” You paused a moment. “Seems a bit gloomy here. Everything okay?”

Henri took the dress from you. “I’ll leave you two to talk. Oh, Theodore has designed your shoes and he’s behaved himself and not made them expensive.”

“Perfect. I’m guessing he’ll drop by?”

“Yes.” He waved. “See you two.”

You waved before turning to Levi. “So, what’s with the raincloud?”

Levi wrapped his arms around you. “I’m just thinking about the wedding night and how I’ll be turning you. I basically will have to kill you.”

You rubbed his back. “Think about the future, Levi. Turning me will mean eternity together. If you don’t turn me, you’ll lose me.”

He squeezed you. “A moment of sadness to have eternity together.”

“Exactly.”

He kissed you and purred. “I’m okay now.”

You hummed a laugh. “Good.” You cupped his face. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He picked you up. “I love you so much. You’re my everything.”

“You’re mine. I don’t think I could live without you.”

He carried you to the sofa. “That’s my line.” He sat with you on his lap. “Stealing my smooth lines.”

You massaged your fingers in his hair making him purr. “Such an angry kitty. Be a good boy.”

“I’m a very good boy.”

“You’re the best.” You pushed up his top lip on one side. “Pretty fangs.”

“Thank you.” He let out a low deep purr-like noise. “I wanna snuggle and nibble you.”

You got comfy on him and then hugged his face against your chest. “I’m all yours.”

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Part 8

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 7 🟣 Part 9

A reverse harem vampire AU ft. Mikey, Marshall, August and Sherlock

Series summary: Somehow, you've managed to live with your boyfriend and his roommates for months before finding out they're vampires, but the real shock first comes when they find out you have a special quality. A quality the guys would love to make use of...

Warnings: Mentions of blood, biting, vampire stuff, mention of needles and stitches. Tell me if I missed something.

Word count: 4.2k

A/N: I just keep hitting everybody with more info, or so it would seem... I'm glad I got this finished, because Chapter 9 is also well underway, and I hope to get that done today. Are we still good on the smut? Do we need more smut? (I genuinely think this is the longest I've gone without writing smut for a series XD)

@geralts-yenn @deandoesthingstome @summersong69 @teamfan7asy @mis-lil-red @ellethespaceunicorn @sillyrabbit81

The door to Marshall’s room slammed shut uncharacteristically loudly. The boys didn’t slam doors; their movements were far too precise, too controlled for that kind of nonsense. Same went for slumping down on a bed so suddenly that you wouldn’t be surprised if the downstairs neighbors came up to complain about it. Curiosity got the better of you, and you walked to the source of the sounds. In the back of your mind, you wondered if this was a good idea; Mike was away to feed, Sherlock and August weren’t back from work yet… Marshall hadn’t been home since yesterday. What if this wasn’t even him?

“It’s me,” he answered through the still closed door. He’d obviously heard your thoughts.

“Marshall,” you said, pushing the door open carefully, “are you okay?” An answer was completely unnecessary: Marshall was laying in bed, looking pale and exhausted, with dark circles under his eyes. Alright, paler, more exhausted, and darker circles than usual. He was a cop, after all, which appeared to be tough, even on a vampire, so a certain level of tired and grumpy was normal for him.

“No,” he said with a faint smile on his face. “You can come in, it’s fine.” His voice was hoarse, and he looked like he could fall asleep any second.

“You look exhausted.” There was a question in there somewhere, but you had enough trouble finding it yourself, so you didn’t expect Marshall to know, either. “You’re cold. Hungry?” That was impossible, he’d fed not even three weeks ago – which made it all the more surprising when he nodded.

“Starving,” he said softly.

“How?” you wondered. He was colder than any of them usually was when they needed to feed.

“Perp was one of us. Horrible chase. Horrible fight. And then they had me interrogate him for hours, going full speed on the mind-reading.”

“You’re allowed to use that?” It seemed like an unfair advantage. Then again…

“I’m licensed and everything.” You honest to God hadn’t had a clue that that was even a thing. Marshall chuckled, which told you he was listening. You had come to terms with the fact that Mike and Marshall were usually at least a little in your head, even though they weren’t necessarily in your head. Marshall had explained to you that the hearing of thoughts you weren’t planning on saying out loud part of his gift was more or less passive. He couldn’t turn it off, he could at most try to not act on what he heard. The same applied to Mike – who had stated outright that he’d be completely out of his mind to ignore it, and he’d made a point of proving that by deliberately doing so one night in bed. Or rather ‘consequently doing the exact opposite of what he felt you wanted most’, which you still felt did skew the results a fair bit. Nevertheless, you’d – more or less begrudgingly – agreed to let things go back to the way they were, even though you were still getting used to the fact that you couldn’t lie to him.

Then, according to Marshall, there was the active mind-reading, which gave him basically full access to someone’s thoughts, but it cost a lot of ‘battery’, as he’d described it. That battery seemed to be completely empty right now.

“You need to feed,” you said without thinking. “Did they just let you leave like this?”

“I’ll be fine,” he said, but something told you that wasn’t remotely true. “They gave me pretty much everything they had in reserve; it should get me through the night.”

“This is after they gave you a snack?” He laughed at the comparison.

“Yeah. Can you make me something to eat, maybe? A sandwich or something?” You were caught between a rock and a hard place; trying not to offer would be impossible, because the thought was already there, and he’d already heard it. Despite that fact, Marshall didn’t seem keen on accepting an offer you hadn’t even made yet, so you agreed to make him some food.

When you returned from the kitchen, the door to Marshall’s room was locked. Strange… Why would he do that if he needed to eat so bad?

“Just put it down, go to your room, lock the door, and stay there,” you heard from the other side of the door. What the hell? No! “I don’t want to hurt you, get away from me.”

“Walter Marshall, open this door.” It wasn’t a question, but that didn’t make him listen.

“Get. The fuck. Away from me.” Holy shit. That voice… He barely sounded human. Alright, he wasn’t human, so that may or may not have had something to do with that, but still. “Please leave.” A single tear ran down your cheek as you turned around and did what he asked you to do – and that single tear turned into two, turned into three, turned into too many to count once you turned the lock on your bedroom door. You leaned your back against it and lowered yourself until you were sitting on the floor, resting your head on your knees, and crying for God knows what silly reason. Marshall was in so much pain, and there was nothing you wanted more than to help him. Why wouldn’t he let you…

For a moment, you forgot you hadn’t actually made the offer, even though you knew he was in the loop on the fact that you had wanted to, and after a few minutes, you carefully made your way back to his room. The sandwich you’d made him – tuna salad with plenty of mayonnaise – wasn’t where you’d left it. That was good.

Over the past few weeks, you’d become well acquainted with the guys’ preferences when it came to their favorite calorie-dense snacks. For Marshall, it was hard to go wrong with anything that involved bread and mayo, August would be happy with just about any kind of pasta, Sherlock was particularly fond of inhuman amounts of cheese and – as was to be expected – Mike had a massive sweet tooth.

“Marshall?” You knocked on the door, even though you knew there was no way he hadn’t heard you. A soft grunt sounded from the other side of the door.

“Come in.” Did he sound embarrassed? He was lying on his bed, facing away from the door, curled up in a ball. You’d say ‘small ball’, but that would just seem weird when talking about a guy Marshall’s size.

“Are you feeling better?” You sat down on the bed and put a hand on his shoulder. If he was feeling any better, he sure as fuck didn’t look like it. The overly dramatic sigh didn’t help convince you that the answer he gave you was true.

“Yeah.”

“Liar,” you said, and you pushed against his arm. Normally, you wouldn’t be able to move him if you tried your hardest, but now, he just kinda… rolled. “You need to feed.”

“I’ll ask Mike when he gets back.” There was something very evasive about his voice, and normally your first instinct would have been not to pry, but you couldn’t help yourself.

“Marshall, what the hell was that? Just now.” Of course, he tried to avoid giving you an answer by trying to convince you it had been nothing, but you didn’t buy it. When he looked at you, you could clearly see the embarrassment on his face.

“I was just about ready to jump you,” he said. “For food, I mean.” As if you’d expected anything else…

“I have a better idea, move over.” You rolled up your sleeve and waved your arm in front of his face.

“I’d object to this idea, for Mikey’s sake,” Marshall said, “but I’m way too fucking hungry.” You noticed his fangs were down; you could see them when he spoke. It took some shifting around for the both of you to get comfortable, but you found something that worked and that didn’t feel too intimate. There was no way you were going to make him sit on the floor for this, though. He deserved to lie down for a bit.

“I’m going to ask you if you’re sure once.” There was a strange intensity to his voice, and he grabbed your arm so tight it was almost painful. Scratch that, it was painful. As soon as you told him you were sure, he bit down – hard.

“Fuck!” The word was out before you even realized, but he really hurt you when he bit you. The pain didn’t last long, though; within a few seconds, you felt like you were in a nice, warm bath.

You were beginning to construct a theory that the feeling you got varied, depending on the vampire that was feeding on you – although you’d need more experience to really say anything about it – but whether it was true or not, it still felt great. Marshall was rough, clearly starving, sucking on your arm as if his life depended on it – and maybe it did, you couldn’t be sure.

‘It’s not that dramatic.’ The voice startled you, and without thinking, you pulled away from Marshall. Unfortunately, he wasn’t quick enough to bring back his initial death-grip on your arm. His teeth tore a little further into your flesh, leaving you with two serious-looking gashes on your arm as he let you go. It made you jump more than it actually hurt.

“Ow! Fuck!”

“What the damn hell?” Mikey. Within a split-second, Marshall was nowhere to be found, and you were looking around frantically to find out where he’d gone. He was pinned against the wall by Mike, who looked just about ready to rip his throat out.

“Mikey, let go of him,” you said calmly. “Now.” Mike’s grip on Marshall’s throat relaxed, but he didn’t step away.

“I swear I wasn’t trying to hurt her, man,” Marshall said. “You know that.”

“I think you’re going to start explaining why the fuck you were feeding on her in the first place!” His voice cracked when he said it, which might have been funny if the circumstances had been different.

“Mike! Stop being so goddamn… territorial! I am not your property!” Shit, that definitely rubbed him the wrong way. His hand dropped to his side, and he stared at you, mouth hanging open and seemingly on the verge of tears. “He needed help, Mikey.” He still did. Your voice was soft, almost a whisper, and you were fairly sure that one look at Marshall would tell Mike you weren’t lying; he still looked like death warmed up.

“Look at me, man,” Marshall said. There was that familiar look in his eyes, and right now it was the only thing that made him look normal. Which was very, very concerning, because that look still weirded you out. Mike finally backed off completely.

“I’m sorry for jumping you,” he said quietly, “I heard her scream, and then the whole situation just kinda made me lose it.”

“Can we talk about what happened?” you said curiously, raising your arm for the first time since you’d pretty much tried to pull it out of Marshall’s mouth. You slowly remembered what it had been that had made you jump in the first place. “How did I hear your voice while you were feeding?”

“I’m sorry about that, I should have warned you. I didn’t think it would happen, since it was the first time,” Marshall said as he sat down next to you. Mike joined you on your other side and wrapped an arm around you. He pressed something to your arm – a washcloth – and you realized he’d made a pitstop in the bathroom on his way over to you. You hadn’t even noticed. “It’s a sort of… attunement. Common between naturals and feeding vampires, but it usually requires…”

“Attunement?” you asked almost sarcastically. Mike laughed.

“Well, yeah.” Marshall chuckled. “I’m guessing it’s because we’ve been living together for a while now, that’s really the only explanation I can think of.” That sounded plausible. It was strange how completely calm you were about these things now – especially compared to a couple of weeks ago, when you’d been screaming at Mike for not telling you he was a vampire. Which, in hindsight, was really something you should have noticed – it was something you kept beating yourself up over.

“We’ll ask Sherlock when he gets back,” Mike said. There was an edge of curiosity to his voice, and you knew he wasn’t just going to let this go.

“Ask Sherlock what when he gets back?” Sherlock suddenly asked from two feet away, startling you. “I’m sorry, darling, I didn’t mean to startle you. Can I take a look at that?” Before you could answer, he was on his knees in front of you, inspecting the wounds on your arm.

“These are going to need stitches,” he said softly. Marshall’s breath caught in his throat for a second, and you turned your head towards him. He looked absolutely mortified.

“It’s okay,” you said softly. The hand you put on his thigh seemed to calm him down a bit. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“May I inquire as to what happened?” Occasionally, Sherlock sounded like he was stuck in the Victorian era.

“I still don’t quite know, myself,” you answered. Other than ‘some kind of attunement’, no one had actually told you anything, so you turned back to Marshall and waited for your answer. Your completely comprehensible, logical, making-all-the-sense-in-the-world answer. Or so you hoped.

“Right. It was a projection of my gift. Normally, I can hear your thoughts. Because I was feeding on you, you got to hear mine.” Oh. That wasn’t half as scary as you’d thought it was, and definitely more understandable than you’d expected. And now you were going to need stitches in your arm because of something entirely un-scary.

“Shouldn’t we be getting me to a doctor?”

“Right,” Mike said. You noticed the grin on his face and squinted. What was he up to?  “Sorted.” You hadn’t moved. Neither had anyone else, as far as you could tell.

“Mike,” Sherlock warned, but there was a definite chuckle to his voice. “He’s not wrong, though. Do you need to see my degree?”

“What? You’re a doctor?”

“I am. Both M.D. and PhD. Several PhD’s, to be precise,” he said. It somehow didn’t sound like bragging – and it probably wasn’t, given the fact that he’d had nine-hundred years to get those degrees. Marshall chuckled at your thought and confirmed that a new degree every few decades wasn’t necessarily that impressive. You stuck your arm out without thinking, and Sherlock disappeared for half a second, and returned with the necessary instruments to take care of the mess that was your arm.

“That medical degree,” you asked, just to be sure, “when did you get that?”

“I got that renewed in the late nineties,” he said, “when we first had the idea to open the clinic.”

“He finished med school in, what was it?” August had made it home safely, too. “Three years?” You looked up at him. He was casually lounging against the doorframe, as usual. It did something to you, and you were fairly sure you could watch August stand there the whole day. When you first moved in, your friends had asked to see a picture of your roommates. If you had let them stare at those pictures for five seconds longer than you did, you’d have had to mop the floor, you were sure of it. And they were hot, there was just no point in trying to deny that. Mike called you out now, everytime he caught you looking. It was almost as if he was trying to illustrate that he wasn’t completely paranoid in his apprehension to a steady feeding arrangement. The past two weeks, however, it had kinda seemed he’d really been getting used to the idea. You talked about it a lot, you considered that a good sign.

“Renewed?” That was confusing, but the more you thought about it… “How old was the one before that?”

“A hundred years, give or take. I wasn’t practicing, at the time, in case you’re wondering. Though I did keep up to date on the goings on in the field. Medical school was a breeze because of that. You’re done, by the way.” You looked down at your arm, then back at Sherlock, and back down again.

“Why’d you maim her in the first place?” August asked Marshall, still not moving out of the doorway.

“It was my fault,” you said immediately, but August just laughed.

“Easy, princess, I’m just kidding,” he said. He was really making good on his promise to be less of a cunt, you’re just not quite used to that yet. Marshall explained what happened at work to the guys – the story made all three of them wince.

“It was a good thing she was home,” he said, gesturing at you, “I… I was cutting it pretty close. Can I get you anything?” Right, that. You sincerely doubted you were ever going to get used to that.

“Some tea would be nice,” you said. “Unrelated: Anyone up for a movie night?” Marshall and August were both in, Sherlock had some work to finish, but said he might join afterwards. You looked at Mike. He still seemed a little on edge about everything that’s happened.

“I’m really sorry, man,” Marshall said before he left to make you tea. Mike, Sherlock, and August got the rest of the story from you; how you had suddenly heard Marshall’s voice in your head and freaked out. It was a very on-brand thing for you to do, clumsy as you were, and the guys laughed at it once they’d made sure you were okay.

It was off to the living room for movies and snacks from there. Mike made you scream when he scooped you off the bed and rushed you to the couch.

“You lot are getting a little too comfortable just…. vampire-ing about the house. Please remember to approach me at a speed I can perceive. I’m tired of living with four walking jump scares waiting to happen.” You clutched at your chest as if it would stop your heart from breaking out.

“Well, that took you a solid couple of months,” August said. He was right; the guys had been making you jump ever since you’d been living here. Mike pointed out that nothing had changed since you’d found out – except for the fact that Sherlock moved in, which technically meant that you were now hyperventilating over one of them appearing out of nowhere more frequently. All jokes aside, they did promise to keep it in mind.

You got comfortable on the couch, with your head in Mikey’s lap, and your feet in August’s, while Marshall was compelled to set you up with drinks, snacks and a blanket. It was still awkward to practically be waited on, and you silently wondered if that was something you’d ever get used to. You know, in the event you’d actually… Anyway. Something strange caught your eye: Mike and Marshall staring at each other, saying nothing, miming a conversation as if they were speaking.

“Boys,” you said, “care to share this little… exchange?”

“Ask her, it’s not up to me,” Mike said. You had a pretty decent idea of what they were discussing, especially when Marshall continued the conversation.

“But you’re okay with that?” As Mike had just so plainly pointed out, you thought, it wasn’t up to him. You knew Marshall could hear you, even though he didn’t show any signs that he’d received your message or anything.

“You look like death warmed up. Which is ironic, because we’re vampires, and we’re literally… death warmed up,” Mike said by means of an answer as to why he was okay with whatever it was that you already knew Marshall was asking for, but hadn’t actually asked you for. “So, I guess you look even worse than that.”

“Ask me what?” There was no way you could keep the irritation out of your voice, and whatever it is that Marshall wanted to ask you, you were inclined to say ‘no’ to just because of this. “I don’t appreciate you guys talking about me like I’m not here, just so you know.”

“I wanted to ask if you would be okay if I…” He hesitated, although you really couldn’t figure out why.

“Finished dinner?” you offered. From the looks of it, Marshall was content with that suggestion, because he shrugged and nodded. “Sure, why not.” This time, he did sit in front of the couch.

“Wait, other arm, if you don’t mind.” In a fraction of a second, your head was on the other side of the couch, and the guys had all switched seats, too. “I believe I just said; move. normally.” The guys laughed and promised – again – that they’d do their best to remember.

Marshall went much easier on you this time around, meaning mostly that his bite didn’t hurt you the way it had before. After a while, something inside you became a little bit curious about the whole gift-projecting situation.

Hey, you thought – although you did feel a little silly about deliberately trying to strike up a conversation in your thoughts, do you think the projection thing works this time around? You heard Marshall hum softly, as if he was considering it, and waited for an answer. That, too, felt silly. For a moment, you felt like you’d just dreamt the whole thing up. You felt Marshall’s grip on your arm tighten, and at first you wondered why, until you heard his voice again.

Depends, if you can hear this, it does.

“Wow,” you said, and Mike and August both hummed surprised semi-questions at you. “Cool.” You decided – for Mike’s sake – to give him a taste of his own medicine for a change. Now if only he’d notice…

Don’t use me to get back at him, Marshall thought. It was so distinct from your own thoughts, you were almost surprised by it. For starters; it was Marshall’s voice, instead of your own. But there was something else. As if it was further away somehow.

You guys need to know what it feels like. You noticed your face automatically went along with the thoughts, as if you were saying them out loud. There was really no other reason for you to raise an eyebrow right now.

As do you, Marshall retorted, we’re used to it. We don’t do it on purpose. August actually mentioned that he hated how much we talked and how loud we are since you moved in.

“Really?” You turned to August, as if he was going to give you an answer.

“Why are you looking at me?” Right.

“Oh. I was just talking to… Thinking to? Eh… Having a conversation with Marshall,” you said, as if that explained everything. Which – of course – it didn’t, so August was still giving you that look.

You might want to repeat what I said, Marshall’s voice sounded in your head. Right… For the first time, you could imagine how the guys would periodically forget that you couldn’t hear them. Apparently, they’d learned not to get too pissed about that…

“Eh, he mentioned something about you being upset at how much talking and noise there’s been since I moved in,” you said apologetically.

“Convenient, huh?” Mike said with a stupid grin on his face – as if he knew any other kind. You couldn’t help but laugh and nod, though, because there was something convenient about it.

“Alright, yes,” August answered, “it’s been a while since I lived with a human. There’s… a certain form of etiquette involved in dealing with you guys.”

“Is ‘limit sudden movement’ not part of that agenda? Because it should be.” There was a sour tone to your voice, but you couldn’t help it.

“Usually, yes. Which is probably why you didn’t figure out we were vampires for a while. Which, I do feel the need to remind you, we genuinely thought you knew,” Mike said while he played with your hair. With Mike stroking your hair, August keeping your feet warm and Marshall still sucking on your arm, you were just about ready to fall asleep.

“But with all the vampire-talk recently… We figured we could be ourselves a bit more.” August added. That made you feel a bit guilty.

“I’m more than fine with that, if you don’t scare the ever-loving fuck out of me,” you said. It was one thing to watch them fetch things really quickly, or coming over like a bat out of hell when you needed one of them – actually, those things were quite convenient – but to have them just show up out of what appeared to be nowhere… That was something else entirely. The guys seemed to understand that just fine.

“Trust me, I was happy as a clam when Sherlock stitched up my arm in under a minute,” you said – and nobody had any trouble believing it.

“For someone who hates needles, you’re doing pretty well on the whole biting-front,” Mike noted, and you scowled at him. You’d never told any of the guys about your fear of needles, because you didn’t want them to make fun of you. “It’s different. Fangs aren’t needles.” Simple enough explanation, right?

[timaeusterrored]

((College Au Valentines Day bc I can’t help myself))

“Come onnnn J, we gotta do something for him!” Kerry said, climbing onto of his best friend. He straddled his back, Johnny laying face down to try and escape the talk of Valentine’s Day.

“Gotta work, Muse. Can’t.” Lies. Rogue and Mike offered to hold the fort down if he wanted to do something with Vince and Kerry. And the look that Mike gave him told him he kinda had too or he’d rip his other arm off.

There was a gentle knock at the door before the sound of key jingling and Kerry grinned, knowing that meant Vincent was here, bright and early before classes today. “Don’t you two have class?” Since when did Johnny ever care if they had class or not? He didn’t but wasn’t about to give in. Not even when Kerry started to press kisses against his flesh shoulder.

“Ker? J?” Vincent’s voice rang out, once again alerting the two. “Bedroom!” Kerry called back, not moving since he basically had Johnny pinned and Johnny was too lazy to move him. Kerry smiled when he saw their input, wearing his hoodie right now that he had bleach painted himself. “Happy Valentine’s Day!” Sharing a kiss with Vincent always felt like the first time.

“May I ask what’s going on?” Vince asked, especially since he knew Johnny could buck Kerry off of him. “Well in trying to be normal, would you like to go on a date with us tonight?” Kerry asked, and Vincent reddened. “Oh uh.. yeah. But can I plan it?” Suspicious. That got the rockers’ shared attention. “Yes?” Kerry hadn’t actually made it that far so he was kinda relieved Vincent was already planning something. “Perfect. I brought coffee if you’d-“ that’s all Kerry needed to get off of Johnny and high tail it into the kitchen with promises of coffee and knowing Vincent, some form of pastry.

Johnny rolled onto his back and looked up at Vincent, who was watching Kerry walk away with a small smile and definitely checking out his ass. Johnny couldn’t blame him, he did it all the time. How could he not? He also looked at Vincent’s so.

He pulled Vincent on top of him, causing the younger man to yelp out in surprise. “Mornin’.” Vince whispered, before leaning down for a gentle kiss. Johnny didnt know what gentle spirit possessed him when Vincent was around, but he gently tucked a strand of purple hair behind Vince’s ear as they kissed. “Mornin’..”

“Coffee and muffins this morning, hope that’s okay.” He said softly, always wanting to please. Johnny and Kerry never expected or asked Vincent to start doing this when he came by for morning visits so it was always okay. “It’s fine, I’m starving and want caffeine. Up.” He said, and Vincent rolled off of him.

The rest of the day the rockers spent trying to figure out what their input had planned. Kerry had went to one class while Johnny went to the Afterlife to work and keep himself busy with band stuff. He got the text around seven to meet Vincent at his place, Kerry vibrating with excitement by the time they had pulled into the parking lot.

‘Meet me on the roof’, the sign on the door read, along with little hearts. Kerry smiled and dragged Johnny up the back stairs since the elevator didn’t go that high. And neither of them were prepared for what was on the other side.

Fairy lights had been strung up around the roof area, making a faint romantic glow around the roof, and some how making it look beautiful, a rarity in Night City. A small picnic of pizza and Johnny and Kerry’s favorite beer had been set out, on top of a blanket and some lawn chairs around. The only thing missing from this beautiful set up was the one that did it.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” A voice said quietly from behind them, making them both jump. How the fuck was that kid so quiet! “You like?” Vincent was dressed in his usual ,‘lover boy’ as Nancy called it, flannel and ripped jeans. Good because Kerry was literally in a cut up tank top and Johnny in his busted leather jacket.

“Baby this is amazing!” Kerry was always a sucker for romantic gestures. He pulled their input in first for a deep kiss, Johnny still looking around. He couldn’t believe someone had gone through all this trouble just for them.

“J? You like?” Vincent asked hopefully. Johnny nodded, pulling him into a deep kiss as well. He’d never say it out loud, but the kiss was enough to show his appreciation for what Vincent had done for them. When they pulled apart, Vincent was grinning.

“Let’s eat, I’m starving and it’s definitely gonna get cold if we just make out all night.” Vincent pulled them both over to the area and smiled. Even in Night City, this boy had managed to make something beautiful out of all of it.

[rencissancealpha]

Nathan had visibly softened when his eyes had found her; Julia. He'd gone from seeing one of the worst people possible to one of the best and it made his heart a lot lighter. When she was within reach he opened his arms and gave her a solid hug, lifting her off her feet in the process, "What're you doing here? Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, huh?" he quoted with a happy chuckle. Julia laughed as she was returned to the ground, smoothing herself down and replying, "We're shooting a campaign here for a couple of days and I got so bored of my hotel room- and you know me, I had to get out of there. The real question is what are you doing here?"

Before Nathan could respond, Connor had raised his voice and loudly let them know that he recognized the two of them and it took the boxer more self discipline not to roll his eyes and tell Connor exactly what to do with himself than he had ever used in all of his training up to now. He decidedly turned back from Connor and sighed softly, "Ignore him," he murmured to Julia, "I want you to meet the guy I've been telling you about. My Pr—" but, again, before Nathan could turn to pull Mike into the conversation, suddenly Connor was far too close for comfort and this time, Nathan couldn't hide his frown. The man became a true pest as each time Nathan tried to get Mike's attention, Connor would swiftly move into his way and bug him with a question or statement, all of which both Nathan and Julia brushed off - sadly, both of them used to some people behaving like this - but he didn't seem to get the hint.

Eventually, Nathan physically took Connor - albeit gently - by the shoulders and moved him out of his way so that he could speak to Mike, but by then he'd caught the other saying he would be walking Kate back to her parents and had started heading off, "No! Princess- wait!" he called after him, but it was too late. Nathan was visibly disappointed and Julia reached out a gentle hand and rubbed his arm and when he looked over she gave him a comforting look, "Don't worry, I was planning to hang around for a while - I'll meet him later," she offered and he sighed and nodded, watching Mike disappear into the crowd. It was true fate that he got a chance to introduce the two and it meant a lot to him that they would. But, Julia was right, Mike had said he was just dropping Kate off and after that the three of them could spend some time together and hang out. Connor seemed affronted at Nathan having physically moved him out of the way but now that Mike wasn't there, he had no reason to pretend to want to interact with the guy so he began to flat out ignore him and he offered Julia his arm, "He's even prettier than his pictures," she smiled and Nathan blushed as they began to walk slowly and catch up,

It would seem that fate was in a festive mood herself this evening as it wasn't a few minutes before Nathan bumped into Aria and the rest of the Montgomery clan and he smiled widely as he greeted them, Kate clearly buzzing with her new toy and the fun and sugar of the fair all kicking in. He introduced Julia to them and then looked confusedly at Aria, "Where's my Princess?" he asked, looking around, "He said he was bringing Kate to you and then I thought he would be coming back?" Nathan's anxiety immediately spiked when Aria failed to hide the concerned look on her face and explained that Mike said he was leaving because he didn't feel well. Nathan's heart sank because Mike had told him that he was feeling fine. Something had been off since they'd run into that Connor guy- no, it had been off before that and he had chalked it up to Mike being sick but if Mike was just sick, he would've told him that he felt that way and told him that he was leaving. There was more to it. He apologized to Julia and told her he needed to find Mike immediately and she nodded with complete understanding, already pushing for him to move in the direction that Aria had pointed him.

Nathan began sprinting towards the exit he'd been told Mike had headed towards, nimbly and dexterously weaving through the crowd, his eyes darting everywhere. He got to the exit-slash-entrance of the fair and he finally spotted him, "Princess! Mike!" he called, sprinting towards him and without having to see the other's face or even from the front, he knew that Mike was upset and when he reached him he immediately pulled him into his arms, "Hey, hey, hey-" he said softly, "What's going on, baby?" he asked, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath but all he cared about was Mike right now and his instincts were right about the other being upset as he soon heard him quietly crying, and he let him press his face into his chest, "It's okay, it's okay. I'm here, I'm right here, angel. You're safe," he said soothingly, rubbing Mike's back and pressing a kiss to the top of his head as they stood in the slight darkness of the exit, the noise of the fair a bit more distorted and distant now.

From Nathan's demeanor, the look in his eyes, and his body language, Mike sensed that something was off. It resembled the reaction Nathan had whenever Travis was around or mentioned, but this one seemed even more intense. There was no way Nathan could know Connor or about their history—unless someone had told him, which caused Mike to panic for a moment before realizing it would have to come up in conversation. But no one would bring it up; it was all in the past. It had to be jealousy, maybe. Though it didn't quite make sense, considering Nathan was likely going to break up with him. Unless there was still a chance that deep down, Nathan still had feelings for him. Or perhaps Nathan could read that Mike was nervous and almost scared of Connor, not that he actually was, but more or less afraid of what he could say. It meant that Mike would have to swallow his pride and everything else.

There was no doubt in Mike's mind that he needed to take control of the conversation and steer it away from potentially explosive territory. He had already had a close call, and if Connor hadn't changed, he would love the opportunity to talk about himself as long as Mike stroked his ego. It was the only thing Mike could do to prevent the situation from blowing up in his face, while also hoping Nathan wouldn't say or do anything to set off Connor. Mike could already hear the insults in his head: "Crazy Montgomery made some friends at the psych ward," "Psychotics stick together, huh?" or "Is he off your meds like you were?" And then there was the possibility of what Nathan might say. But Mike forced himself to stop dwelling on those thoughts, feeling his emotions start to bubble up. For now, at least, Nathan seemed to be playing nice. But Mike knew he had to tread carefully.

Mike hadn't expected anyone else to enter the scene, but all attention turned to her. Nathan and the mysterious girl were so focused on each other as if the rest of the world faded away. Connor seemed to move closer to him, whispering something just loud enough for Mike to hear: "Who's the hottie?" Normally, Mike would have rolled his eyes at the comment, but he was too distracted. He had always wondered who the girl was; he hadn't seen her since that night. He knew almost everyone from Travis' team and eventually got to know everyone on Nathan's side as well, and hung around the venue to know the staff there. But not once had he seen the girl again, and yet here she was, apparently acquainted with Connor. "Damn, I was going to ask if she was single, but I guess not," Connor remarked, causing Mike's heart to drop. He closed his eyes for a second, taking a deep breath to try not to overthink things.

"Oh! Wait a minute, now I know who you two are or where I know you from!" Connor exclaimed loudly, reaching for his phone to search something up before showing them. "You're a model for one of the clothing brands I wear, and you're a famous boxer. I thought you looked and sounded familiar, but I didn't think you were the Nathan McIntyre." He pushed the phone into Mike's hand and went to chat with the two celebrities. Mike's hands scrolled from photo, to photo, to photo, feeling sick to his stomach. He couldn't brush it off as jealousy because Nathan had the same look on his face when Mike looked at him. Did they used to date? Did she push them together in an attempt to show Nathan what he had and to get them back together? Was this all part of some long con? Mike felt his heart slowly start to crumble.

He always thought she was some sort of figurative angel sent to bring them together, but now he wasn't so sure. She seemed to personally know Nathan when she spoke about him. Handing Connor his phone back, Mike knew he needed to get out of there. Kate wasn't paying attention to the group, focused instead on her bear and the fair around them. "Hey, let's get you back to your mom, okay? I know she wanted to take some pictures on the carousel and go on the ferris wheel with you and your dad," Mike said, trying to sound cheerful. Kate nodded excitedly.

"Hey, I'm going to bring Kate back to Aria and Ezra…" he trailed off, realizing no one was really paying attention. He just grabbed her hand and began walking, feeling his heart shatter into a million pieces. He could brush it off as Nathan being a really good model, but that would mean that look was fake, which also meant Nathan could have faked his feelings for Mike. It had happened before they got together, so it could be explained as Nathan thinking of him. Either he had feelings for this girl, or it was all a lie. Luckily, he spotted Aria not too far away. She seemed to be having fun, but one look at Mike made her concerned and aware that something was wrong. "I'm not feeling well and would rather not ruin anyone's time here, so I'm going to head home. Nathan ran into some 'friends,' and I didn't want to leave Kate with him. I'll see you later, take lots of pictures, and Kate, be good, okay? I owe you," Mike said, pressing a kiss on Kate's head. Aria didn't seem to fully believe him, but she didn't have a chance to say anything else as Mike bolted toward the exit.

He wasn't sure if he even wanted to head home at this point. Nathan was staying with them, and even if he wanted to come back, Nathan didn't even seem to notice Mike's departure. Maybe he would stay in a hotel or even hop on a plane back to his apartment. But Nathan knew where he lived and would probably seek him out. Perhaps he would ask Travis to let him move in. It was a matter of time, Mike should have known that Nathan was out of his league and everything was too good to be true. Tears began forming in his eyes as the world became blurry. He could hear someone shouting his name, but he didn't care or make out who. All he wanted was to be left alone.

[local-redhead-bookworm]

Sauna Test AU

After their brainstorming session, the Party booked it over to the pool on foot as fast as they could. They only had a matter of minutes before Billy— or rather, the Mind Flayer possessing Billy, found them.

“So we burn the Mind Flayer out of him, like we did with Will,” Mike finished recapping the plan as El hefted a dummy onto her shoulders.

“And if that doesn’t work, you’re just gonna kill him?” Max spat.

“I’m with Max, guys. That’s not right.” Will rubbed a hand on the back of his neck.

“Will, come on, this is the only way!”

Will glared at Mike. “No.” His voice was firm. “We are not just leaving him like this.”

“We don’t have time for anything else!”

“Mike.” El spoke up softly as she laid a hand on Mike’s arm. “Let Will speak.”

Will nodded in appreciation, pausing before he spoke. “If we close the gate with the Mind Flayer still in him, it will kill him. Do you guys understand?”

“It’s no more than he deserves,” Mike muttered under his breath.

In that moment, Will slipped from calm to a slowly boiling anger. “Why?” He wheeled on his former best friend. “Because he’s been an asshole and a bully?”

Mike’s lips pressed into a firm line.

“None of you know what it’s like, having… him in your head,” Will continued with a shudder. “I do. It’s like you’re trapped in a corner of your head and no matter how hard you fight, you can’t get out. You can see everything you do, but you’re not in control of any of it. The whole time, you can feel that you’re slowly losing parts of yourself to this monster that’s living inside you.” His voice shook and he realized that he was crying.

He wiped his eyes. “No one deserves to feel that way. He doesn’t deserve to die, confused and terrified and alone.” He stared at his friends, almost daring them to disagree.

Max nodded in thanks.

“Okay, what’s the plan?” Lucas asked.

———

It was a little too easy to lure Billy into the sauna, with a CPR dummy and a walkie handling the trickiest part. It was a little more difficult keeping him in the sauna. The way the Mind Flayer screamed and shouted and threatened made Will want to cover his ears and hide, but he refused to. He wasn’t going to be scared if he could help it.

Will was even more frightened when Billy went silent, but the prickling sensation on the back of his neck was gone. Then the pleading started. Will didn’t know Billy well, but someone as brash shouldn’t sound so frightened. In a blurry corner of his mind, Will could vaguely remember saying very similar things. Begging for help, wishing for it all to be over.

“This isn’t working,” El said through gritted teeth. “It’s still in him.”

A pained scream echoed from the sauna, and as if in sympathy, the poker scar on Will’s rib cage pulsed.

“What do we do then? If we let him out, he’s gonna kill us!” Mike gestured toward the door.

“They had to burn him out of me,” Will whispered. “Does anyone have a fire source?” He asked the group.

“Billy probably has a lighter in his stuff somewhere,” Max offered.

With a nod, Will ran to the locker room. Billy’s locker had been left open, thankfully, and after digging for a moment, he found the lighter.

When he returned, he told the others, “Okay, here’s the plan. El, I need you to drop your hold on the door for just a few seconds. I’ll slip inside and burn it out of him.”

Mike grabbed his shoulder. “Are you crazy?! He could kill you or possess you again!”

“I know, but that’s a risk I’m willing to take,” Will replied quietly. “You would’ve done the same for me.”

“Will, come on, we can come up with something else! Don’t put yourself at risk!” Lucas shouted from where he was standing holding a piece of metal pipe.

“There’s no time.” He paused. “If I don’t make it back—“

“Don’t talk like that, you’ll be fine. Whatever you have to say, live to tell us later.” Mike told him and smiled in the same awkward way he had when he and Will had first met all those years ago.

Will took a deep breath to steel himself and, as he nodded, El let her telekinetic hold on the door go. In a split second, Will was inside the sauna.

Billy writhed on the floor, sweat all but pouring off him, but Will couldn’t sense the Mind Flayer’s presence. He could still reach Billy.

“Hey.” He crouched down to the older boy’s eye level. “I wanna help get rid of this thing. It’s gonna hurt, though, so I need you to stay as still as you can.”

Billy stared at him wide-eyed for a moment before he stiffened and Will’s neck prickled.

“William.” The Mind Flayer spoke with Billy’s voice, but with a darker echo that Will could feel in his bones.

“So nice of you to come back, but I’m afraid I don’t need you anymore. I’ve found a far stronger host.” The monster grinned, and raised one of Billy’s hands, flexing his fingers as if testing them. “This one was so easy. So angry, so bitter. And no pesky friends or family members to get in my way.”

The thing’s hand shot out and wrapped around Will’s wrists dragging him closer to a manic snarl but desperate eyes. “I suppose I wouldn’t mind using you to help build my body, even if you were a pathetic host.”

Little William, always too weak. Always a burden to his family and friends. The voice wasn’t speaking out loud anymore, it was worming into his brain.

Will tugged against the Mind Flayer’s vice-like grip. “Get out of my head,” he snarled. With his spare hand, he flicked the lighter and held it to Billy’s arm, holding it against the possessed boy’s skin for as long as possible.

The thing released him with a howl of anger, and the smell of burnt skin filled the humid air. The thing possessing Billy paced the room, sometimes stepping nearer to Will and shrinking back if he held out the lighter.

“El, now!” Will yelled as he made eye contact with her through the sauna window. She nodded, and with one outstretched arm, she pinned Billy to the wall. The Mind Flayer roared and spewed curses at her, swearing to kill all of them, but he was powerless to move so much as a finger from where El held him.

Will darted in close, right next to Billy’s right side. “I’m sorry,” he whispered as he held the lighter to the older boy’s stomach. The Mind Flayer within Billy unleashed a guttural noise that Will couldn’t even put a name to, and his head thrashed wildly, but Will held the lighter in place.

After what felt like an eternity, a fountain of black smoke poured out of Billy, along with him coughing up a concerning amount of black sludge. El caught the smoke with her powers and a clench of her fist destroyed the black particles. Will tossed the lighter onto the black sludge, which erupted into flames. He ran to Billy at the very moment that Max pulled the door open to do the same.

The older boy was collapsed on the floor, shaking and… crying. Will didn’t think Billy was the type of guy to cry.

“Billy, it’s okay, it’s over. It’s gone, you’re safe,” Max murmured reassurances as she took his face in her hands.

“Max?” His voice was hoarse from screaming. “Is this… is this real? Is it gone?”

“It’s gone,” Will nodded. “Sorry about the burns, but it was the only way.”

Billy’s wet curls hid his face as Max and Will helped him to stand. His legs nearly gave out, and the two kids grunted under his weight.

“Careful, you’re gonna be kind of weak after all this,” Will told him. The older boy gasped out an acknowledgment as the two led him into the cooler temperatures of the main building.

“Can you walk?” El asked Billy.

He gritted his teeth before managing to say, “I can if I have to.”

“Good, because we’ve got a thirty-foot flesh monster shambling toward Starcourt Mall as we speak,” Lucas interjected.

Billy dug in his pocket before weakly handing the Camaro keys to Max. “I can’t drive like this. Can you get us there?”

She nodded firmly, settling his weight more comfortably on her shoulders. The group made their way to the car, Billy in the passenger seat and the kids piled into the back row.

“You kids might wanna buckle up, she drives worse than I do,” Billy told them with a weak smirk. True to his word, in a matter of seconds Max lurched out of the pool parking lot, gas floored as they sped toward Starcourt.

[harringtons-cupid]

Jonathan Byers x Reader Fanfic :

To be with you

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This Fic isn’t canon but I’m using some events from the show in this. The timeline of this is uncanonly set between Season 1 when Will is missing and Season 4 Vol 1 but the relationships are different.

In this they still live in Hawkins as it wouldn't make sense in this fic.

And Byler are basically a thing too.

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Jonathan adored you, he was completely smitten by the idea of you. Watching you from afar.

You had been best friends since you were both young, living near each other. Your families had always been close, you were always in each others company.

He was kind and gentle towards you, you had a playful friendship. There were no secrets between you two, he disliked your boyfriends and you disliked his girlfriends.

There was always tension between you two, you wondered if was jealous not of you but of all your boyfriends. In ways, you’d never feel like his girlfriends were good enough that no one could do a better than.

You

But he was your best friend, so you kept your feelings to yourself.

It was Friday, you had just been dropped off by Jonathan. Waving him off to a few houses down, you went inside. Your mom was asleep on the sofa and your dad was nowhere to be seen, you couldn’t remember if he worked nights on Friday’s but you tiptoed into your bedroom anyway.

Your relationship with your parents was strenuous, you were loved but they were not the type of people to show it. You were always left wondering.

Your music played softly through the speakers as you changed into something more comfortable. Long flowing jeans covering in hand painted flowers that were your moms from the 70s, a bright green top and you let your hair flow down your body. Feeling the release of being at home.

You and Jonathan had planned to hang out later today, as you got ready to see him. You heard your mom move about in the living room, curiously you popped your heard out.

It was Nancy, Jonathan’s ex girlfriend. They were perfect for each other but she couldn’t express her feelings to him, leaving Jonathan with a broken heart. You remember the day when Jonathan came to you to tell you that Nancy broke up with him, vividly in your mind. As you looked at her standing in the doorway of your house, your memories flooded back to Jonathan.

Soft, sweet Jonathan.

“Hi Nancy, can I help you?”

You stood awkwardly in the space between the kitchen and living area. Your mom has got up to go to bed, she looked tired. Squeezing your arm tightly with a tired smile as she snuck past you.

Nancy looked down at her feet, her arms were rubbing together. She seemed nervous. You wouldn’t exactly call each other friends, but you had hung out a few times when her and Jonathan were dating.

She always seemed jealous of your friendship.

You stood waiting for her get the courage to speak up to you. Impatiently you began making coffee, lifting up a cup to her indicating that were asking her if she wanted one. She nodded, smiling weakly as you invited her to sit down on the warm couch where your mom was just lay.

As you made the coffee, placing them down on the table in front of you. You blew on your coffee intently looking at her, hoping that she’d speak to you. It took her a few moments before you heard her voice.

Nancy was pretty, her voice was soft and kind. Her and Jonathan were very similar, you always felt sad for them both.

“It’s Will again. Mike told me that him and Jonathan were going out to look for him. I assumed Jonathan had told you but since loosing Barb. Well I don’t have many female friends”

You sat there froze, your coffee was wobbling on the table as your leg was shaking. Your heart sunk, Will means so much to Jonathan. Just thinking about the worry and sorrow that Jonathan would be feeling at this moment, made it hard for you to focus on anything else. Nancy had continued talking to you rapidly, staring at her as you picked up your hot coffee. Trying not to spill it everywhere, your hands were shaking so fast.

You felt Nancy’s hands touch yours with your spare hand that was stretched out on the table. The feeling of warmth cursed through your body and you began to calm down, she looked worried. Worried for her brother and his companion.

You all knew about the unconfessed feelings between Mike and Will, Jonathan disliked Mike but he saw how Will looked at him. Lusting after him, he found himself always bringing Mike with him. He did care about Will, that was obvious but he had a terrible way of showing it.

You both drank up your coffees, Nancy had driven over in her parents car and offered you a ride. You were unsure what she planned on doing but you assumed it had something to do with the boys.

As you sat in the car, you thought about Jonathan. Wondering where he was, if he was okay. You just wanted to comfort him.

“Where you thinking of going then Nancy”

“Well Mike suggested that they were going to look round near the Hawkins lab, at the school and check Castle Byers”

Castle Byers.

You remembered when Jonathan showed you the ideas of Castle Byers, you laughed jokingly but every day that Will was gone. You sat in there with Jonathan, calling out for Will searching every corner of the woods. He fell asleep in your arms, you’d moved the hair across his face as he slept. You’d held him as he cried, he was so sad but you knew that in ways your presence comforted him.

“So did Will go to school today?”

“No, I don’t think so. I know that him and Mike have been getting bullied. So Mike thinks it might have something to do with that”

Jonathan had told you all about their problems, he knew that Mike and Will had been bullied by two boys in the year above them. Will was strong but Mike found it hard not to retaliate.

As you pulled up to Hawkins lab, it was closed. It felt creepy standing watching in, voiced echoed outside of the lab. You wondered if there was anyone still working at the lab, you knew a few people who had jobs there but not this late.

You both searched around the perimeter of the lab, shouting any of the boys names in cause they were still around here looking for Will.

Nothing.

You searched for couple more minutes before Nancy got spooked by the rustling of a few bushes and decided that you guys go via the school before heading back to Castle Byers.

Nancy’s car was the only one in the car park as you pulled up, the gym door was left ajar. Sneaking through the school, you got goosebumps at the erey silence as you called out the boys names once more.

You reached the corridor where the science lab is located as you and Nancy rushed through the small corridor, the lights flicked gulping you both quicken your pace. But you were too slow as the lights flickered off, Nancy scrambled in the dark grabbing your hand and squeezing it tightly. You could feel her body vibrating from the nerves.

“It’s okay. We’ll get out soon. We might just have to run. Can you do that”

“Yeah”

Her voice sounded small and scared, you tightened your grip on her hand and picked up a pace rushing through the corridor in the dark. You could hear loud noises behind you, something was following you but it was too dark to see anything. Gulping loudly as you made it to a fire exit, pushing hard on the door together. With all your weight you both managed to get the door open in time to hear the screeching disappear, what was once the Upside Down had quickly changed back into reality. Nancy’s hand was still firmly holding onto yours as the daylight streamed into their faces. She didn’t let go of your hand until you reached her car, walking round the car and turning it on. You were stood watching the school in an amazement but fear.

Jumping back out of your thoughts to hear a Nancy calling your name, you got into the car and she drove off quickly. The fear was still pulsating through her body, she was shaking rapidly. You touched her arm lightly, feeling her calm down. Looking at you and smiling weakly.

“To Castle Byers now. I’m hoping that they have found Will. Do not want to go through that again”

You don’t reply to her as she speeds through red lights, desperately wanting to be away from the school. In no time they reached Jonathan’s house, Joyce and Jonathan’s cars were parked out in front. You sensed a great deal of real but worry still filled your mind.

As you got out the car, you heard their front door swing open to see a exhausted tearful Joyce weakly smiling at you both. You rushed towards her, she embraced you into a hug.

You never felt unloved by Joyce, she looked after you like you were on one of her own. She had 3 of her own children already.

El and Mike broke up a while ago, Mike like Nancy found it difficult to express him feelings to her. Everyone knew that Will was the reason but neither El or Mike realised.

As you hug Joyce, you breathe in her scent. How could one woman smell so nice through stress and grief?

She looked over at Nancy as you let go of her, looking around to see any sign of Jonathan. Joyce's opinions of Nancy fluctuated throughout her and Jonathan's relationship. She had confided in you alot, you knew of her strong opinions. But she gestured for a hug, you wandered inside leaving them two outside together.

The house was quiet, it looked like they had been searching for Will at home. You couldn't hear Jonathan's voice, as you opened the backdoor looking out into the forest behind their house. You sighed and ventured through the woods, it was dark and cool beneath the shade of the trees. You shivered lightly as you continued to walk through until you reached a slight opening, it was brighter here slivers of light pieced through the trees and shone on what appeared to be...

Castle Byers.

Voices were heard indistinctively as you softly walked closer to the castle, you recognised both voices. Whispering into the opening of the tent two names, you hoped would answer back.

''Jonathan? Will?''

Without hesitation, you heard two replies calling your name. Your stomach bubbled with excitment as you heard movement getting closer to you. It was Jonathan. His eyes were slightly red, which you couldn't tell whether it was due to the obvious tears that stained his face or the weed he had been smoking.

You blinked and suddenly felt his warm embrace, he picked you up with his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. Your faces were so close that you feel his hot breath against your neck, causing you to tingle. Slowly moving your head so that your lips were almost touching, it was silent around you as your eyes met.

In that moment niether of you has a single thought going through your mind as you kissed him. It was beautiful, his lips felt amazing against yours. You felt all gooey inside as he put you down and placed his hands cupped around your face. You kissed him passionately, it felt natural. You didn’t need to try hard or pretend you’re enjoying being kissed by someone who kissed like a dishwasher.

He was a good kisser. Very good

Not realizing, a moan escaped your mouth. He didn’t flinch, as if he’d dreamed about this moment his whole life. He kissed you harder, rougher as you both stood in the woods between Castle Byers and his house.

Will was talking to Mike in the tent, neither of you listened to him. Assuming that they were playing a game in there, you continued kissing.

You kissed your lips were sore and red, taking a big gasp of air just in time to hear distant voices rushing towards them.

They jumped apart quickly, you rushed inside Castle Byers with Jonathan following behind you. Will and Mike looked startled as if you just interrupted them, you blushed squishing together to avoid knocking into the two boys.

The tent door ripped open, Nancy poked her head looking at Mike and you. She looked happy but disgruntled at the closeness of you and Jonathan.

His hand was placed by behind your back, your shoulders touching. Your heart was racing, you found it hard to not lean into him discretely.

You were feelings things you had never even thought of about Jonathan, just nearly touching him made your heart flutter. Your breathing was almost gasping, you wanted this situation to be over as you ached for his soft touch.

Something you never thought you would be dying for. Lusting for, in the tent of his Brother’s childhood tent, a place where you, Jonathan and Will had always played in. But it felt different this time, it had lost its innocence.

You and Jonathan were no longer just friends.

“Right, well I might head off”

You spoke into the awkward silence, the boys had turned their attention back to their game. You, Nancy and Jonathan all diverted glances between each other. You really wanted the moment to be over.

It was already weird enough that Nancy practically crushed your hand with hers, there had an uncomfortable silence on the drive over here. You knew she kind of regretted it but she didn’t awkwardly apologize or anything, which made you wonder.

Her and Robin were awfully close.

You got up as your thoughts glazed over the possibility of Robin and Nancy being together and chuckled to yourself as you slid past Nancy. Not noticing that Jonathan had got up and was following after you.

He stopped in front of you, aware that Nancy’s eyes were burning into the back of your skull.

“Let me walk you back”

You were going to contest, tell him that your house was simply next door but there was a twinkle in his eyes as he looked at you. It made you lust for him, your breath was fast and tight.

You began walking with him, side by side slowly l through Jonathan’s house. The time went fast in those few seconds before you both awkwardly stood in your doorway, staring at each other.

You hadn’t seen Nancy follow you two, as you beckoned him into your house. Her eyes didn’t leave your front door for a few moments afterwards before she drove off in her car angrily.

Inviting Jonathan into your home felt exciting this time, he usually made himself at home here. He felt comfortable around your parents but today, he sat awkwardly on your bed as you routed through tapes and tapes of music until you found the perfect song for this occasion.

It was a double sided tape containing random songs of the Clash, the Beatles and The Doors. Your dad had made the mixtape for your mom in the 60s when they were dating.

Jonathan eased up at the music playing through your speakers, you sat down on the bed next to him. Your hands were almost touching, he hooked his fingers round yours loosely. You looked down at your fingers, lifting your eyes up meeting his. You felt breathless looking into his beautiful eyes, he looked so pretty with the shadows bouncing off his features.

There was so much feeling in not being touched but needing to be, especially by someone you had called a friend all these years. Yet he looked so irresistible, so much so that if he didn’t kiss you right this second you would combust.

His fingers were still loosely intertwined with yours as you fell back onto your bed, he followed soon after. Lying side to side, you moved your head closer to his, staring in his eyes. Your music still playing quietly in the background, you wanted to kiss him. Taste his lips once more, your eyes were focused on them. They were pink, chapped and rough which grazed against your lips not long ago.

You like you were looking at different person, still your best friend but he looked handsome. His arm was round you, feeling his warmth as your bodies lightly touched. Cosying up to him, you felt your eyes drift. He moved some of your hair out of your face and softly kissed your cheek.

When you woke up suddenly from the surprised nap, he was still lying in the same position next to you. You smiled lightly, placing your hand on top of his. The warm sensation of your hands touching awoke him slightly, his sleepy eyes looking at you desperately.

It had got dark outside as your tape was no longer playing any music, you got up from lying on your bed, Jonathan sat up watching you intently. You placed your jacket over you that you had taken off earlier, his eyes were staring at you turning around you met his eyes. You felt your breath sweep away, he was admiring you. You felt lusted after, a feeling that was unusual to you but you liked that it was Jonathan.

''Would you like some coffee? Or we have a smoke''

He smiled at you, it was refreshing. Smiling back at him, you felt stupid for asking him to drink coffee knowing that it makes him anxious but you knew that he wanted to smoke with you. He after all did introduce you to smoking.

You felt safe around him when you smoked, he was funny and charming. You always laughed around him, he made you happy. You sensed mutual feelings from his.

You both stood up, leaving your room and put into your house. You can hear your parents sleeping in their bedroom as you both crept past them and out of the house. Once you were outside, the cool brisk air hit your faces making them rosy and cold. You smiled widely at him as he lead you towards his house, Joyce and Will had long gone to bed. The house was quiet but still full of love, Jonathan’s room carried his scent mixed with weed and aftershave.

Since the blending of the Byers/Hopper family, they had added an extension onto the house where El’s room was. You and El spoke often, being an older girl she asked you things that Max was unable to. It was nice, she felt like a younger sibling.

Jonathan didn’t feel like a sibling to you, he now felt more than a friend. You were unsure where you stood with him but you were excited to explore your feelings with him.

Niether of you two had spoken about this kiss but you had noticed that he stared at your lips more. Or maybe he had always been looking but you were blind to it.

As you watched him in the dark shadows of his room rolling up for you both, you felt captivated by him. He was so interesting to you. This new person was sat in front of you, you knew that he was still your best friend but you knew that you could love him if he let you.

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Connor Murphy x Reader (psych ward pt 2, Connor's Release)

Once Connor and Y/N meet in a teen psych ward their relationship is immediately in jeopardy as Connor is released.

A/N: So I apparently have a lot of inspiration stemming from Connor Murphy, and other Mike Faist characters...so it looks like this will be a multipart headcanon series; and I might make something for some of his other characters as well..anyway enjoy!

⚠️TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of emotional and mental abuse, uhm I think that's it for this part; but as always I suck at warning so read at your own discretion.

-Since that first day you and Connor became inseparable.

-Any time you were allowed to be together you two were practically conjoined at the hip.

-Whether it was holding hands during group, or snuggling up while watching a movie, or coloring together during free time.

-The staff had never seen Connor so calm and at peace.

-But the last 24 hours everyone had been on edge; the staff, Connor, and you.

-Connor was scheduled to be released soon.

-He was going to be out a whole 2 days before you.

-It didn't seem that bad; but since you two had connected you'd been together almost all the time.

-And there were many unspoken questions about what would happen not only after his release, but after yours as well.

-It was Monday afternoon during free time in the recreational area. You sat next to Connor at a table near the window.

-You were both coloring. It seemed like a somewhat childish pastime, but you both found it relaxing.

-Only today your head wasn't in it. Your gaze kept drifting to the window, trying to distract yourself from the lump that'd been in your throat all day.

-Connor took notice that you'd stopped scribbling and rested its hand on top of yours.

-"Hey." He spoke softly pulling you from your thoughts. "What's going on?" He squeezed your hand, softly reassuring you that you could tell him anything.

-You closed your eyes, feeling tears threaten to fall. "Connor, we need to talk."

-He felt his heart drop at your words.

-"Whats gonna happen?" You choked out quietly. "You get out tomorrow. Do you," you paused trying to swallow the lump in your throat, "even want to keep in contact?"

-Connor pulled you to him and hugged you to his chest tightly.

-"Of course I do," he muttered into your hair, "the mere thought of leaving here without you breaks my heart."

-Connor slowly released his hold on you, pulling back and looking into your eyes.

-"If you will still have me after meeting me in the psych ward and knowing all my baggage, then I'd have to be crazy to let you go, and when you get out I will be waiting for you. And I don't mean that in a cheesy way, I mean I will literally be waiting outside the front door with flowers and a kiss just for you."

-You were quietly crying when he finished speaking.

-Connor leaned forward, wiping your tears away and gently kissed your forehead.

-Resting his forehead against your own he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and held onto your hands.

-Taking in a shaking breath, you spoke quietly.

-" How's this gonna work? We'll still see each other right?" You hated asking these questions out loud, it made the reality of the situation real.

-Connor did his best to smile, keeping his head down and playing with your hands.

-"Well, this city isn't that giant." He squeezed your hands gently, "And you said your mom's moving in with your aunt, which means you'll be at a new school.."

-Over the days together you'd told Connor about your mothers plans to leave your step father after years of mental and emotional abuse.

-The last straw in their relationship had been your suicide attempt, which was sparred by your step fathers abuse; so now your mother had begun the divorce process.

-Your mother had already began moving all your and her belongings to your aunt and uncles house.

-Once you were released you'd join her to live with your family across town.

- And then you'd transfer to a new school, the one your cousin attended.

-Connors fingers brushed over your knuckles soothingly.

-"Ya know," Connor spoke just above a whisper, "there's only 3 high schools in the district." He paused, taking a nervous deep breath, "That means there's basically a 50% chance that you'll transfer to my school."

-Slowly you smiled up at him knowing he was right.

-"And what if I don't end up at your school?" You softly asked.

-"Y/N, babe, you've been here for me when no one else was. A different school isn't gonna keep me from you. If you want this, us, to work then I'm all in. You've made me the happiest I've been, in a psych ward of all places. A different school won't keep me from you,"  he kissed you knuckles, "I promise."

*****

-It was the morning of Connor's release.

-You barely got to say goodbye.

-Well actually you two had gotten to say goodbye the night before.

-But that morning the most goodbye you got to give him was a teary eyed half smile and a small wave.

-You were separated by a glass window.

-Connor sat next to a woman, you assumed was his mother, they sat in front of a receptionist desk.

-You watched him till he left with his mother.

-He turned and gave you a small wave, mouthing 'I love you' before he walked out of the building.

-And then you felt like your heart broke.

-You'd never had a boys say they loved you, even if it was just silently mouthed, but you didn't know if it was real or if you'd see him again.

-With tears running down your face, you quietly moved to the table you and Connor would always sit at, and began to color.

-As Connor followed his mother to the car he silently cried.

-He knew it sounded stupid and dramatic, but he felt like he'd left a part of his heart behind.

-Cynthia could tell something was wrong, but she waited until they were in the car to say anything.

-"Connor," she spoke slowly, almost timidly, "are you okay hun?"

-Connor wasn't sure what came over him, but he broke down.

-He began to sob, reaching over the cars middle console and wrapping his arms around his mother burying his face in her chest as he cried.

-Both of them were mildly shocked.

-Neither of them could even remember the last time Connor had actively sought out his mother's comfort.

-With her arms wrapped around him Cynthia softly talked to her son.

-"Sweetheart what's wrong?" She did her best to not allow her voice to crack.

-Connor squeezed his mother tighter as his tears kept coming. "I-I didn't wanna leave her."

-At first Cynthia was confused, she didn't understand what her son ment, and then she remembered the girl she'd seen inside.

-The girl who was watching her son and trying to smile through her tears.

-Slowly she pulled back from her son and looked in his eyes. "Tell me about her," She slowly reached for her sons hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze, "please."

-"I love her." Connor whispered.

-Connor and Cynthia sat in the parking lot as Connor explained everything to his mother. He explained who you were, why you were there, what was going to happen when you got out, and how he wanted to be with you still.

-He was secretly so thankful that his father hadn't come with his mother that morning. He could only imagine how much shit Larry would of had to say about all this.

-After everything was out on the table Cynthia took a deep breath. "Well, Connor, do you know what her favorite flower is?"

-"What?"

-"If your supposed to be here with flowers when she gets out you should probably make sure you get some she likes." She spoke matter-of-factly.

-Connor looked at his mother, slightly stunned. "(your favorite flower). Th-that's her favorite." He quietly uttered.

-"Alrighty then."  Cynthia smiled as she turned the key in the ignition. "I'll make sure to order a bouquet of (Y/F/F) and have them ready to go Thursday morning before she's released," she grabbed her sons hand and squeezed it, turning her smile toward him, "and then I'll have you here before she's released."

-Connor looked at his mother in wonder.

-He wiped his eyes once more before he spoke.

-"Thank you Cynth-" he paused a moment and glanced at his moms hand still holding his own, "Thanks mom."

-Then he smiled at her. And Cythia realized that was the first time in years he'd called her mom.

-She knew her husband wouldn't understand. He wouldn't be able to comprehend that their son had fallen in love in the teen psych ward.

-But she was willing to help her son; she saw a spark of hope in her son she hadn't seen in years, and she was not going to ruin that for Connor.