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you have returned! hope you’re doing ok! i miss husband!javi like i’m missing a limb!

this got me thinking about a request - husband!javi having to go away for a work trip for a few days - comes back and like cute family time. once the kids are in bed he just goes crazy about reader, she’s tired but she handled the kids no problem and is kind of like no big deal about it. and he’s just feral at that. she’s such a good mum and he’s so turned on and he missed her and just ugh smut

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A/N: This is a request from the 17th of October 2023. Anon, I hope you are still with us. I loved writing this for you, and I hope it lives up to your expectations. Thank you to proofreading as always @angelofsmalldeath-codeine !! thank you for hyping me @theywhowriteandknowthings and @pinkypromisepascal 💖❤️

Summary: Javier returns from a business trip after being apart from his family for three whole days.

Pairing: Javier Peña x reader (no y/n)

Tags: +18, domesticity, a happy family, javi having a baby in his arms and spending alone-time with his kids needs its own tag, i love yous, pregnancy, playful and teasing hubby, touch-starved, banter, dirty talk, finger-fucking, talk about female masturbation, pussy eating, loud reader, piv sex, riding, nipple sucking, lactation kink, javi gets off on you being the mother of his children, multiple orgasms, creampie, intense sex, bliss, pillow talk

Word count: 8k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54409297

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The sound of the door has you sprinting towards it. You throw your arms around Javier’s neck before he even manages to put down his bag, causing him to drop it and make a noise of concern in case its contents may end up spilling out on the floor. If you have to be completely honest, you don’t give a damn right now because you haven’t felt his embrace for nearly three whole days.

“Hola, baby,” he says with a voice that tells you that he is smiling. He holds you close to himself, one hand reaching around your waist and the other one settling on the back of your head. He presses your body into his own, and you try to keep yourself from making a noise that reminds you of a schoolgirl.

Javier has been on a work trip out of state. It happens from time to time that some department of the state gets the not-so-incredible idea of hiring him as a motivational speaker to make their conferences look more interesting than they actually are. Javier hates it but the money is good and his boss always ends up encouraging him in a way that mostly sounds like he has no choice.

You hate it too. The act of sleeping in your bed alone, not feeling his body heat, and not being able to simply reach out for him if you need him, is torturous. Combined with taking care of three children alone, you find yourself slowly becoming a less-than-ideal version of yourself. It’s a stressfully romantic reminder that you can barely function without him.

“Hi,” you grin widely as you pull back to receive a kiss. You splay your palms on his chest, scratching slightly as he pecks your lips repeatedly for a moment. Your whole body feels like it is made up of butterflies fluttering around each other in a romantic dance.

“Thank God that’s over,” he reaches for the suitcase when you finally allow him to step out of your arms. He walks into the kitchen, “They were talking through my whole fucking presentation, and the meetings afterward… I was just daydreaming about coming home to you and the kids the whole time.”

“That bad?” You follow him around like a puppy. If you didn’t know that he would do the same thing had it been you arriving home, you would find yourself slightly pathetic for being such a fool for him.

“I should’ve said no this time,” he says as if it had ever been an option. You nod as he continues, “I do it every year and I feel like an idiot each time.”

“We need the money,” you argue, finally moving away from your husband to go to the living room where Sebastian is lying on a blanket. He squeals in delight at seeing you, and you pick him up with a coo.

“We don’t need the money, we’ve got enough money,” Javier says from the kitchen.

“Come say hi to your son,” you change the subject and hear Javier’s steps come closer.

“Oh, there he is,” Javier says and his voice switches to baby talk as you hand Sebastian to him. He settles him on his hip, bouncing slightly where he stands, “Te he extrañado tanto, mijo (I have missed you so much, my son).”

Sebastian gurgles happily up at his father. His eyes are full of recognition at the sound of the familiar voice. You swear that you can see a little bit of the exhaustion in Javier’s eyes disappear.

“He’s been really patient with his mom these past couple of days,” you say with a chuckle, “No fussing during naps or nothing. Almost like he knew I needed the extra sympathy.”

“Bet your momma handled everything way better than I could, huh? What do you think?” Javier shifts Sebastian to sit on his arm instead so he can blow a raspberry on his face. He smiles softly at you afterward, turning his head towards you so that he and his son are cheek to cheek, “Is that wrong to assume?”

“I still think you’re better with them than me,” you say simply.

He tuts, “Bullshit.”

Sebastian makes another happy noise at hearing both of his favorite voices. He swings his tiny fists, and Javier grabs one of his hands, “If this one wasn’t so fixated on playing peek-a-boo, he’d agree. Suppose we all have our vices.”

You move past him with a roll of your eyes and a smile on your face. You go to check the food on the stove, and from behind you, Javier sniffs the air. He walks to join you by the counter, “What are you making?”

“Tu favorito (your favorite),” you smile at Sebastian instead of looking at him, leaning in to bump your nose with his tiny one. Sebastian grabs at your face.

“No te merezco, mi amor (I don’t deserve you, my love).”

“We eat in twenty minutes,” you inform after lovingly shaking your head at him. He leans in to kiss you again and you know immediately that this is just one of many kisses you will get tonight.

“Where are the rascals?” He asks.

“In the garden,” you reply and open your arms, “Give him here and go say hi. Inés has been going on about you all day, so please save me from hearing more about her super-duper-awesome Daddy.”

Carefully, Javier hands over Sebastian, “I thought you liked her super-duper-awesome Daddy.”

“I think I might actually love him,” you grin and try not to feel silly at your sappiness because you do actually love him so much that it is stupid. Sebastian clings to you as soon as he smells you, resting his head on your shoulder and bunching his fists in your shirt.

Javier kisses you once more before heading to the door to the garden. You hear him leave it open, and watch him go outside and step off the porch with a hello.

“Hey there, gremlins!” He shouts. Inés and Lucas, both engrossed in their own activities, look up at the same time. Their faces light up at the sight of their father, but Inés is the one who makes a noise so loud that you can hear it in the kitchen as if she’s speaking right next to you.

Both of them come charging whilst shouting for him. you smile fondly at the sight of them colliding with their father who lets himself be knocked backward into the grass with a happy laugh. He wraps his arms around them and squeezes them tightly, “How’ve you been? I’ve missed you.”

They both look up at his face, speaking enthusiastically at the same time until he can barely tell what is going on. Their stories of the events of the last three days weave together until it is nonsense, and they don’t seem to notice that he cannot follow along with what they are saying. He ruffles their hair and sits up with them still cradled in the crooks of his arms, “Wow wow wow, uno a la vez (one at a time).”

“I made a tower of blocks that was taller than me!” Inés says proudly and Lucas seems to let her have the spotlight for a moment. He knows that she’ll get distracted and run away soon anyway, giving him his own chance at talking to his father. Inés talks loudly, “Mommy took a picture. She said that you needed the evi— evin— uhh… evindance.”

“Evidence,” Lucas corrects her with a superior smirk.

“That’s what I said,” she huffs.

“Nuh-uh,” her brother protests and ducks out from underneath his father’s arm.

“Ya-huh!” Inés removes herself from the embrace too.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Javier chuckles, “I’ll have to ask mamá for your picture. It sounds really cool.”

“Can we build one together?” She asks with a hopeful voice, “Pleeease.”

“Let’s save it for after dinner, mija (my daughter), okay?” He suggests, “And then I’ll build a tower that’s double the size of you before you gotta sleep.”

“Really? When?” Inés reveals that she still has no real concept of time.

“After dinner, baby,” he says again, winking at Lucas who grins, “Go ask Mommy when we’re eating.”

She is up in no time, running towards you in the kitchen. It leaves Lucas the perfect opportunity to have his moment. He gets up from the ground, his jeans covered in green patches, and starts walking towards the swing set that Javier built a few years ago.

“Dad, you need to see what I’ve learned!” He says.

“Alright, let’s see,” Javier pushes himself to stand with a groan and follows, crossing his arms over his chest and watching his son get onto the seat of the swing. By clutching the chains tightly, Lucas pulls himself to carefully stand up on the swing seat.

Javier finds himself about to protest, instinctively holding out a hand to be ready for a potential fall. However, Lucas seems to have everything under control as he holds the chains tightly with both hands. He speaks as he starts swaying back and forth, looking hopeful for approval from who he knows to be the bravest man in his world, “I practiced all day yesterday!”

“Eres increíble (you’re incredible)!” Javier cheers but then smiles smugly, “Does mom know you’re doing that?”

“She told me not to,” he admits shyly.

“Well, I haven’t seen anything,” Javier winks.

“Thanks, Dad,” it sounds genuine, happy to keep a secret. Lucas lights up, “Wanna see me jump?”

“Even your old dad has limits,” Javier laughs with a shake of his head, “Get down from there. No jumping.”

“Fine,” his son grumbles.

When he is on the ground, you pop your head out of the door to call them inside, “Dinner time, chicos (guys). Lucas, come in here and wash your hands.”

You smile as they approach, and when Lucas has walked past you, you stop Javier in the doorway and curl your fingers around his tie, “You better wash them too, Peña.”

—

The sun hangs low on the horizon when dinner ends. You start gathering the plates and glasses, and Lucas joins in without hesitation which gives Javier a glimpse of what happens when he isn’t home to take care of you. Maybe his son can sense your exhaustion too. He feels a pang of guilt in his stomach but decides to make up for it by getting his daughter ready for bed.

“Come on, mija (my daughter),” he says, picking Inés up from the floor and throwing her over his shoulder to make her laugh, “Pajamas first and then building blocks.”

He carries her upstairs to the bathroom and helps her into her pajamas, braids her hair the way she likes it, and then gets her toothbrush. She spends the whole time babbling about how she’ll grow taller like her mother and thus they’ll have to build a higher tower each day.

“Open up,” he says, sitting on the lid of the toilet with her standing between his legs. He holds her toothbrush in front of her mouth.

“Do you think I’ll be taller than you someday?” She asks with her childlike eyes, and Javier has to tap her chin to make her remember to open her lips.

“No, because I’ll just wear very big shoes, even if my head bumps against the ceiling,” he tells her with a grin, “C’mon, teeth brushing time.”

Inés grimaces but follows through and he has to shush her several times because she wants to keep talking.She even sports impatience on her face as her father wipes down her mouth with a damp flannel to rid it of leftover toothpaste. She looks ready to bolt out of the door, fidgeting slightly on the spot, “You promised we could build a tower before bed.”

“And we can,” he reassures, turning the flannel over to wipe the tip of her nose playfully. She crinkles it and reaches up to rub it afterward when he moves to hang it on the laundry basket, “But we’re getting ready for bed first. Hair okay?”

She nods, not entirely convinced that she gets to stay up longer after having brushed her teeth but when Javier has put her toothbrush back in its place in the medicine cabinet, she beams as he allows her to run off to her room. He follows behind, arms stretched out in front of himself, “I’m coming to get you, mija (my daughter)!”

“Nooo!” She squeals in delight, trying to barricade the door with her tiny body but he is too fast and manages to reach her before she can even close it. He picks her up by her middle and holds her upside down, shaking her gently while she laughs and laughs.

“Mi monita (my little monkey),” he laughs too.

They spend half an hour as the architects of a tall and colorful skyscraper, Inés too impatient to see the tower reach her own height to care much for aesthetics. Javier tries suggesting a storyline of a castle but his daughter shakes her head.

“Stop, Daddy,” she commands and he holds up his hands in surrender.

“So no princesses live here?” He questions, “Not even a dragon? Or maybe a—”

“No,” she deadpans, steadfast just like Javier’s father has told him he was. He smiles when she isn’t looking, not about to get scolded by a 4-year-old for not taking their playtime seriously. He enjoys the little moments he has like these, seeing the way his daughter imitates his own behavior in a way that would make your teasing never-ending if you saw it. At that moment, he despises himself and his job because he has to leave sometimes and thus misses out on things. He should have been here when Inés built a tower as tall as herself by herself, not see it in a photograph later.

Eventually, the construction gets too tall for her to build it even taller. Javier is put to work immediately after she realizes this, and she oversees his work with important nods and looks of assessment.

“Look, Daddy!” She exclaims with each building block that Javier places on top of another. She stands beside the tower because she needs to compare her height to it, and Javier has to keep a hand on her shoulder to steady her when she gets close to making it tumble down, “Do you think it will reach the ceiling?”

“One day I’m sure it’ll reach the moon,” he replies as if it is a fact, “I for sure am tall enough.”

“No, you’re not,” she furrows her brow, thinking, “But we will just have to get a very big ladder.”

Finally, Javier has built a tower double her size. It stands wobbly on the floor. He nods towards it, “There you go, mi amor (my love), do you want to put the last block on top? The triangular one?”

She nods and he notices the telltale signs of Inés’ tiredness because her eyes have started drooping. She rubs them with a little sigh, and then holds out her arms so he can pick her up and place her on his hip.

She places the block carefully on top after Javier hands it to her. It is like all energy reserves have been used up from one moment to another. However, he doesn’t want to risk the unsteady tower falling over in the middle of the night, so he whispers in his most mischievous voice, “Do you want to knock it down?”

“Can I?” She widens her eyes.

“Sí, pero no se lo digas a tu mamá (yes, but don’t tell your mom),” he confirms, “Perhaps a big angry monkey swung from it whilst roaring like this!”

He imitates King Kong the best he can and is thankful she has no clue what it is, and she repeats after him only to push on the stacked blocks until they tumble to the floor. He kicks the remaining pieces with his foot, and she roars again. They laugh together until she yawns.

“Alright, es hora de dormir (it’s time to sleep),” he announces then, and she doesn’t protest. He shifts her slightly in his arms so she can wrap herself around him with both her arms and legs, burying her face in his shoulder. It’s clear that she has missed him. He rubs her back with both hands before holding her in place, moving towards the bed in the corner of her room.

Gently, he lays her down and crouches down beside her afterward. He pulls the covers up over her head on purpose and earns a giggle, “Oh no, where did Inés go?”

“You’re silly, Papá,” she says.

“Go to sleep, baby,” he tells her after tucking her in properly this time, “You are so tired. I will see you tomorrow.”

“Thank you for playing with me,” Inés says with a yawn, turning on her side to look at him better. She softens a little as her eyes start to flutter closed, her father’s hand running over her head. Another yawn comes, “Te quiero, Papá. No me gusta cuando te vas y no me gusta extrañarte (I love you, Dad. I don’t like it when you leave and I don’t like missing you).”

Javier sucks in a breath. He rubs the spot between her eyebrows, trying to keep his composure, “Lo sé, mi vida (I know, my life). I love you too. Sleep well, okay?”

“Okay,” she slurs, and then her breathing slows. He tucks her in one last time, leaning in to kiss her hair softly before stretching carefully to his full height. He makes sure to turn on her night light before turning off the overhead lights, closing the door ever so gently afterward.

He lets out a deep breath right outside her room and smooths two fingers over his mustache. He hasn’t told you about this yet but he is considering quitting his job, has been considering it very seriously since Christmas when he promised to cut down on work significantly to be home a lot more with you and the kids. That and the fact that you are carrying his fourth child, and leaving you home alone with all four in the future just seems cruel.

However, it’s a comment like the one he has just received from his only daughter that sets it in stone. His search for other jobs is not a mere idea any longer but rather a necessity if he wants to continue being happy with his family.

He has to tell you and he is dying to already, but first, he wants to unpack and then tuck Lucas in too. He has three days of goodnights to catch up on.

—

He enters Lucas’ room half an hour later to the familiar sound of his son’s Game Boy, its rhythmic beeps and pings accompanied by the frantic tapping on its buttons. Lucas is sitting cross-legged in his bed, already wearing his pajamas and with his face illuminated by the screen of his console.

“Hey Dad, can you knock? I’m losing my concentration,” his son says without looking up from the screen, already sounding so grown up that Javier has to tighten his grip around the doorknob. Where did the time go?

“Ay, Lucas,” he tuts and crosses the room to stand by the bed, “Soy tu padre (I’m your father).”

“I just really don’t want to lose,” he explains and starts tapping away on the buttons again, his stare still fixed on the little jumping character. Javier waits for a moment, following his game by looking over his shoulder.

When enough time has passed and Lucas seems to relax a bit more, he interrupts again, “Alright, time for bed, muchacho (young man).”

“One more game!” Lucas finally looks up with pleading eyes. The boy sports the same puppy-look in them that you have said Javier does himself, and it was only when he looked into Lucas’ pleading face the first time that he realized what you meant. The look is damn near impossible to say no to.

“Fine, but I’m taking it afterward unless you promise me not to play all night,” he says firmly, “Even Mario has to sleep at some point.”

“I will!” He reassures quickly, “Only five minutes more, I promise.”

“But I want to talk to you about something first,” he holds out his hand for the gaming console, “Dámelo (Give it to me). It’s important you listen.”

“Am I in trouble?” Lucas reluctantly hands his most precious belonging to his father who places it on the nightstand.

“What? No, mijo (my son),” Javier gets Lucas under the covers, tucks him in, and then sits down on the edge of the bed, “How would you like it if I got to spend more time at home with you all?”

“What do you mean?” Lucas tilts his head in confusion.

“Can you keep a secret from Mom?” He asks with a gentle smile. Lucas nods. He continues, “I’m quitting my job soon.”

“Really?!” Lucas exclaims with pure shock on his face.

“Shh, your sister and your brother are asleep down the hall,” he shushes, holding a finger in front of his mouth.

“Really?” He whispers instead.

“Absolutely, really,” Javier whispers back and Lucas’ eyes sparkle with excitement. He sits up in bed, pushing the covers aside to crawl into his father’s arms. Maybe he isn’t so grown up after all. Javier hugs him back and kisses his hair, “I’ve been thinking that spending more time with you, your brother and your sister is what I’ve been missing. I don’t like leaving you here to be the big boy of the house when I’m not here.”

He continues when Lucas tightens his arms around him. He muses, “And even if I’ll still have a job, there’ll be more time for game nights and football in the garden. Would you like that?”

Lucas nods into his shoulder. Javier chuckles softly, "But remember, es nuestro secreto (it’s our secret) until I talk to Mom about it. We want to make sure she's on board with the plan, yeah?”

Lucas pulls back and nods eagerly, looking like he is already daydreaming of the extra time he'll get to spend with his father. However, there’s a tinge of anxiety in his excitement, and his voice is an unsure whisper when he speaks his concern, "Dad, what if Mom doesn't like the idea? What if she gets upset?"

“She understands how important our family time is. Trust me, te prometo (I promise) everything will be okay," he says with a reassuring smile.

“But what will your new job be?” Lucas continues, “Will it be something cool?”

“I think I might start teaching people how to catch bad guys like I used to do,” he shrugs.

Lucas grimaces, “You’re gonna be a teacher?”

“Alright, that’s enough,” he laughs, “Bedtime.”

“You said one more game!” He protests.

Javier gets up to grab the Game Boy off the nightstand. He holds it out for his son and yanks it away when he tries to take it, “One.”

“I promise,” he says and takes it when he is allowed.

“And your father is actually very cool,” Javier moves to turn off the lights. He can already hear the theme tune of Lucas’ game, “Buenas noches (goodnight).”

“Buenas noches, papá, te quiero,” Lucas beams in the few seconds he looks up.

“Y yo a tí, mijo (I love you too, my son),” he says and flicks the switch.

“They’re asleep,” Javier says as he enters the kitchen a few minutes later. He finds you leaning against the counter with a glass of alcohol-free red wine in your hand. The bottle stands on the counter behind you, its contents half-emptied as if it's been your only way of treating yourself in the evenings after the kids have gone to bed. You look tired from having been alone with all three of them - one of them still an infant - for three days and with a secret baby in your belly to top it off.

Chucho had offered to help you out but you had politely declined so as to not ask for too much of your father-in-law, not be too much of an inconvenience when he has so much to do at the ranch with getting ready for the Spring.

“I’m about to be too,” you say after a sip of your glass.

“When I’ve finally gotten you to myself?” Javier tuts and steps closer to you, stopping when he is right in front of you. He checks the baby monitor on the kitchen counter next to the wine bottle and then he takes the glass off your hand, setting it aside as well.

His hands find your sides afterward, cupping your waist for a moment before they slide around your body so he can pull you in for a long and desperate kiss. You rest your arms on his shoulders, cradling his head as he moves his mouth with yours. It is nothing but pure ecstasy to feel him like this again, so much that you forget to breathe and have to pull away too soon.

You know he is the same when he sucks a breath in at the same time as you. However, instead of kissing you again, he lets you catch your breath and hugs you close to his chest. His body feels warm, an instant smile forming on your face as he squeezes you.

“Hi,” you say, sounding drunk despite the wine having no alcohol. His arms are a harbor, the very definition of the end of unhappiness. They’re strong and enough to make your head swim, holding you with the promise of never being apart except for physically.

You feel his breath against your ear, “Hey, mamá.”

“I’m so glad you’re home with me again,” you close your eyes as you inhale through your nose, letting the scent of him flood your system.

Javier pulls back and stares at you for a moment. He smirks, a mischievous gleam appearing in his eyes. Then he lets go of you to reach up and teasingly pull down your top to look down into it.

“Ay, Javi,” you scold with a roll of your eyes.

“What?” He acts oblivious.

“You’re acting insane, and I’m trying to be genuine.”

“I haven’t seen you in three days, mi amor (my love), you can’t blame me,” he protests your accusation, “Besides, this is me being very genuine.”

“Missed you too,” you sigh.

“And I’ve missed you, Jesus,” he wraps his arms around your waist again, pulls you closer to his body, and uses every opportunity to kiss you after each sentence, “Missed these tits. Missed your gorgeous pussy. You gotta let me have it tonight, mamácita.”

“Take me upstairs then,” you lean your head back when he presses his lips to your throat, “We’re not doing it in the kitchen. Against popular belief.”

Javier snorts, “But we always—“

“I said against popular belief, baby,” you stress.

“Fine, c’mere then,” his arms slide down over your hips, and when they reach your knees, he scoops you up with his strong arms and lifts you over his shoulder. You answer with a yelp that turns into a panicked laugh but he simply smacks your ass and starts walking. In the middle of the chaos, you manage to reach for the baby monitor on the counter.

“You are incorrigible,” you say with a dramatic sigh.

“Yes, wife, yes, wife good, I like wife,” he replies in his best caveman accent and you snicker all the way up the stairs, legs dangling over his shoulder and ready to scold him each time he gropes your ass.

When he throws you down on the bed, you are having a full-on laughing fit and the bubbling in your chest feels so good. Even better, when he looms over you by the end of the bed while unbuttoning his shirt, only to crawl on top of you. He kisses your wine-stained lips, scooping you up into his arms and you return his embrace after throwing the baby monitor on the bed.

“I love your laugh,” he says softly when he needs a breath, bumping your noses together.

“You just kidnapped me from the kitchen, that’s no laughing matter,” you tease. He doesn’t hesitate to kiss your neck while you talk.

“Then why are you giggling like a schoolgirl?” He places a hand on your belly that still keeps a secret between the two of you. No one knows yet.

There is concentration on his face when his hand moves up under your top, smoothing the fabric up until you stretch your arms above your head to help him rid it off of your body.

“Hmm,” you think out loud, “Maybe because I have this terrible schoolgirl crush on you.”

“Really? I thought marriage was just a matter of convenience,” he chuckles and kisses your neck again. You lay your hands on his shoulders, smoothing them over the broadness of his bare skin that’s been missing underneath your fingertips and pushing him down towards your chest.

“This is pretty good too, most convenient,” you note with a grin as he follows your silent order, moving his mouth south on you until he plants kisses between your breasts. You reach underneath your back to undo your bra, and he peels it off of you and sighs with satisfaction as soon as he has your upper body naked.

“Look at you,” he groans, throwing the bra to the side and diving back into you. He kisses the swell of your right breast, “You make me so fucking horny.”

You throw your head back as he lets the flat of his tongue trail wetly from one breast to the other. He sucks a nipple into his mouth and earns his first moan, to which he presses his clothed crotch into your thigh to show you how hard he is already.

“I’ve been wet since I saw you at the door,” you admit, “Been thinking of your cock inside of me each night. So fucking lonely without you.”

“You should have called me,” he mutters, mouth going further down on your body until he reaches the hem of your jeans. He undoes the button and zipper, yanking them over your hips and pulling them off your legs.

“I was too busy screwing myself,” you tell him and he immediately finds your eyes. That clearly hit a spot, “You like that, huh?”

“Tell me about it,” he struggles a little with the jeans as they sit around your ankles, but the desperation has him yanking them off with enough enthusiasm to pull you along.

“If you weren’t trying to drag me onto the floor— oh, shit.”

Javier has dragged your underwear along with the jeans, and he is now sinking two fingers deep inside of your dripping cunt and pressing them upwards. It’s what you get for being snarky, you suppose, staring down at him as he fucks you open on his digits.

“Your mouth— ah, put your mouth on me,” you try to command.

“Quiet down, baby. I literally just put the kids to bed. You want them running in here?” He shushes you with an amused grin, adding a third finger to your squelching cunt to make you groan, “While I’m wearing you like a puppet?”

You rock against his hand with a chuckle that develops into a moan, “Imagine the conversation that’ll start.”

“I’d rather have a conversation about how filthy you’ve been while I was away,” he speeds up his fingers to make you cry out against your hand but he doesn’t make you come, changing his mind halfway there to follow through on your request, “No, actually I’ll have you monologue about it because I’m going to eat your pussy as you do it.”

You tremble as he takes your clit in his mouth, easing his tongue over the hard nub over and over again whilst timing it with the strokes of his fingers. You feel so full of his digits, and it takes you a moment to trust yourself not to cry at the ceiling the second you remove your hand from your mouth.

“Took a long shower the day before yesterday, after the kids had gone to school and Seb was napping,” you begin with shaking breaths. You need to start the sentence three times before you can make your words make sense, “Used the faucet on the bathtub and came so goddamn hard. You should’ve seen me with my legs up against the wall.”

Below you, Javier hums in approval and it vibrates through your throbbing pussy. You continue.

“I imagined you going down on me with your warm tongue, circling my clit— yes, just like that,” just talking about it makes you gush from how horny it makes you, wetness dripping past Javier’s lips and into his mouth. He groans against you and mouths at your pulsing clit. You find yourself much closer from how well your body remembers the orgasm you had in the shower; the warm water pounding rhythmically against your clit, your toes curling, and— and.

You grind into his mouth and fuck yourself on his fingers as you come, the hot and heavy feeling of an orgasm crashing over you and intensifying as it peaks. You have to bite your lip to keep from screaming, still not managing to keep the high-pitched ah! from reverberating through the room. Javier’s fingers feel so much bigger inside of you as your cunt strangles them, and when you look down at him, you see that he is crashing his hips against the bed to feel just a bit of relief.

You have lost all restraint in your noises as you feel the pleasure ebb out, leaving you a whimpering and panting mess on the bed that wants it all. Somehow you are deeply satisfied at the same time as knowing that this is not enough; you need all of him, and you need him inside of your cunt until you can barely move from the spot. The fact that your body still works when he pulls his fingers from you is an indication of not having had enough.

“Need to fuck you,” he says from below you, crawling on top of you. He has left a damp spot on the sheets from where his cock has dragged against them, and he looks like he is in pain at this point if he doesn’t get to feel you around him, “Now, mi amor (my love).”

“No,” you stop him as he tries spreading your legs with a gentle yet hurried hand.

“No?” His brows furrow, a protest on the tip of his tongue.

“Let me ride you,” you beg, already pushing on his shoulders and feeling how he is giving in in an instant, “Please, I want you so deep in me.”

“Yes, yeah, okay,” he breathes, moving to lie on his back with a pillow under his head. You shake as you lift yourself to straddle him, holding out your arms in front of yourself to signal that you want him to be close to you. He reads you without you saying anything and sits up in your bed so you can be chest to chest.

You reach beneath yourself to take hold of the base of his cock, holding him in place so you can sink down on his shaft until he is buried inside of you to the hilt. You are dripping wet. The motion of engulfing him in your heat is smooth and effortless, and the moans the both of you let out are closer to whines because you are so starved.

“It’s so good, you’re so wet, baby,” he mumbles quietly in your ear, nosing along the spot behind it. You arch into him, nodding without any words coming to your mind. Instead, you let out a soft gasp as he fucks up into you.

Nothing describes being this close to him after not even being able to kiss him for three days. Other couples would shake their heads if they knew how desperate you get from merely three days apart. You only feel sorry for them. They don’t get how your days are spent with taking every opportunity to lay eyes on each other, breathe and taste each other or even just being able to put a hand on each other’s shoulder, hip, the small of the back.

“Let me,” you pant as he moves underneath you, sending you into a state where you need to concentrate if you want to get out a proper sentence, “I want to fuck this cock. Please, let me.”

Javier stills his hips underneath you. He seems to be holding his breath as he watches you place your hands on his shoulders and then feel them slide behind his head to tilt his head backward. He looks up at you as you start moving on him, rocking in his lap so he barely pulls out of you.

“Come on, that’s a good girl,” he says when he finally sucks in a breath, eyes gazing up at you with a pussydrunk look in them. When they glaze over like this, you know his words will be ravenous and never-ending, “Fuck, baby. That’s it. There you go. Let me touch you so deep inside.”

It doesn’t take long for him to be distracted by your moving chest as you sensually drag your hips over his thick cock. He did tell you that he had missed your breasts but that had been in a slightly playful manner; you never thought that you would actually start to feel beautiful under his hungry eyes. It shouldn’t come as a shock to you because he always knows how to make you feel desirable.

“Attagirl,” he groans, holding your hip tightly with his right hand to help you keep your balance, “God, look at those pretty tits.”

You arch your back as he puts his other hand on your left breast, bending his head down to mouth along the swell until he reaches your nipple. He swirls his tongue once but it is too hard to keep going when you move more frantically on top of him to pleasure yourself, so instead, he wraps his whole mouth around the hardened, spit-slicked peak and sucks until your cunt clamps down in surprise of how good it feels.

“Fuck,” you pant, closing your eyes. The noises of him sucking on your breasts fill your ears and along with how it is making your belly swirl, it makes you impossibly wetter, coating his dick in a milky-white ring. A lewd thought enters your mind. Perhaps, he keeps knocking you up because of this; your cup size has remained the same for a while because you’ve been breastfeeding for months now, and with another baby on its way, you know that the months will keep adding up in the near future.

A drop slips into his mouth and spurs him on to give you a thorough taste. Your brows pull together as a more high-pitched moan leaves your open mouth and he pulls back to shush you gently. Then he sucks greedily again.

You had once asked him why he loved this, and he had replied that the very fact that you were producing milk so sweet to nurture his child went straight to his dick.

“Javi,” you whine to tell him just how you feel. He removes his mouth from your sensitive chest to talk, albeit reluctantly. However, when he notices the change in your sounds and your pitch, he doesn’t want to look away from your face again until he has seen you lose it.

“Oh, you wanna come, huh? Then fuck me,” he says with milk-stained lips. You move desperately in his lap as he spurs you on, feeling the head of his cock dragging back and forth inside of you, laying against your g-spot perfectly if you tilt your hips just a bit. Javier’s eyes burn as they stare up at you but he cannot help himself from occasionally glancing down at your bouncing tits. Your need to come grows, and when you press down slightly harder, you see stars behind your eyelids. A second orgasm tears through you, and one of the hands that has gripped your hip hard enough to bruise comes up to cover your mouth because you start screaming. It’s so intense to have missed him so much.

“There she is,” he growls lowly, watching your face contort with pleasure until tears slide down your face and underneath his palm that’s tightly secured over your whining mouth, “That’s my good girl. You know how to come on this fucking cock, fuck, you feel so good, mi vida (my life), choking my dick. Keep going— no no, don’t stop, ride through it, baby.”

You force yourself to continue moving and keep crying into his hand, wet from drool and tears by now. The oversensitivity is mind-numbing, toe-curling, and somehow still not enough.

“Almost made me come, mi chica sucía y desesperada (my dirty, eager girl),” he says through a breathless chuckle but then raises his brows as your pitch starts climbing once again. You have successfully bypassed your body and started building up another high, “You’re gonna come again? Díos mio (my God), my beautiful wife is insatiable.”

Any chance of talking back at him is lost because you would wake up the whole neighborhood if he dared remove his hand from your mouth. To put his filthy mouth in its place, you start bouncing in his lap to the point where his naked thighs crash harshly into your ass. The sound of skin slapping against skin is dirty but Javier’s desperate groans are obscene. He can barely talk now without his voice wavering, and with the way he repeats himself, you know he is doing everything in his power to let you come one more time before he bursts, “Use my cock, yes like that. K-keep going— you’re gonna make me come. Oh fuck.”

When he notices that you are trying to say something, he removes his hand and allows you a single sentence before clamping the hand down over your mouth again.

“I can’t do it anymore,” you whimper with exhaustion, thighs having started to tremble with the effort you are putting into bouncing in his lap. They hurt at this point, straining despite how much you also use your arms to steer yourself.

“Don’t worry about it, Go until you can’t fucking do it anymore and I’ll take over, yeah?” He nods at you when you make a mhm-noise into his hand, eyes encouraging and his breaths less composed.

When you come a second time on his dick, you falter immediately. The sensation of the pleasure that has built up so fast again crashes down and takes you with it in its fall. You are silent when it’s teetering on the edge, and then it makes your voice crack when you feel the first tug behind your throbbing clit.

There is only the feeling of your convulsing cunt making you believe in a higher power - in this case, Javier fucking Peña - and then said higher power wrapping his arm around your sticky back to lift you up and down. He snaps his hips upwards to use your body for his own pleasure, and after a series of frantic movements, he comes with a groan. The feeling of his warm spill inside of you has you whimpering, and you try your best to rock your hips the best your exhausted body can. If it weren’t for all the dopamine in your system, you are sure it would hurt.

“Yes, yes, yesyesyes. Oh, baby, fuck the come out of me, yes, that’s it,” he chants underneath you as he fills you up, moving to meet you halfway until he also has no more to give. When he stills, he grabs your face to smash your lips together in a messy, desperate kiss that is more teeth than anything else. It feels impossible to get close enough to him, even if your chests stick together from sweat.

A moment later, you fall down onto his chest with a chuckle, head swimming from what you have just done. Your arms lie on either side of his head, and your cheek is pressed into his hair. You can feel his nose dig into your shoulder, inhaling you and your post-sex scent, and his arms tighten around your waist as he hugs you close.

“That was fantastic,” you groan with him still inside of you. He gives you one more thrust, pressing his hips upwards, and you half-moan in oversensitivity and half-laugh in surprise, “Stop it, Peña.”

He laughs breathlessly, placing a kiss on your bare skin. Then he slips out of you with a grunt, and you feel his come drip from you already, down onto his cock and thighs. He rubs your sides with his broad hands, “I have missed you as well, you know.”

“I don’t ever want you to go again,” you demand sillily.

“You say that every time.”

“I mean it every time.”

There’s a pause between the two of you. It lasts several minutes where you just lie on top of his chest. 5, 10, 15 minutes pass. Javier says nothing yet you know him well enough to know that he is considering his words.

“I was thinking of something,” he finally says.

You sit up at that, “What?”

“You know how I said something about work during Christmas? That I wanted to be more home with you and the kids, that it would make me happier?” He begins, looking up at you and not hesitating in his eye contact with you.

You suddenly pay a lot more attention, “Yeah?”

“I was thinking that since I will have a bunch of kids to carry around a lot more years from now, I can’t be running around in the force anymore. My back is fucking killing me, and I also want to make love to my wife on the regular,” he tells you and you know instantly that it’s serious even if he says it with a chuckle, “I was thinking of teaching at the local college. They have a criminology course, and with my time in school with my head in the books - I mean, my bachelor’s degree - it shouldn’t be a problem to get a job there.”

“Are you serious?” You gape at him.

“Yes, of course, I am,” he furrows his brow slightly. Only now, he looks unsure but still keeps talking, “It would mean nothing of this sort either; me going away.”

“Babe, that’s amazing,” you fall down into him again, causing an umph-noise from your husband, and then you crash your lips into his. You kiss him as if your life depended on it, sliding your fingers through his dark hair and tugging slightly as if trying to get him even closer to you.

He looks drunk and disheveled when you pull back again, a goofy and satisfied smile on his face. His fingers scratch slightly along your back, “You’d like that, huh?”

“Yes, please,” you beam with happiness.

“Then you shall have it, mi vida (my life),” his hands travel down to your ass which he gropes obscenely, and when you make a noise, he smacks your right cheek. You feel his cock, hard again, poke into your thigh.

You look down between you, “This is a surprise. I thought you’d gotten old…”

“Like I said…” He grabs your waist and pulls you down to lie on your back. A yelp escapes your lips.

He is inside of you mere seconds after, causing you to longingly whine. He thrusts once then twice, and you throw your head back to take it, “…I’ve missed you.”

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chuuyrr · 9 months

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If you still write for Gojo reader I would like to make a request in which the Bsd men (Dazai, Chuuya and anyone else that comes to mind) comfort Gojo reader after she snaps (like loosing their sense of control) during a fight with an enemy. Gojo reader feels like she’s not human as he was there to see that side of her.

when they see their gojo! s/o snap

✧˖ ° bungo stray dogs x gojo! reader | series masterlist

✧˖ ° CW(s): f! reader, headcanons, comfort, brief mentions of blood and brief descriptions of one's lost sense of control

✧˖ ° PAIRING(s): dazai osamu, nakahara chuuya

✧˖ ° SYNOPSIS: in which they see gojo [name], or you, their darling angel, lose her sense of control for the first time.

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✴ DAZAI OSAMU !

it happens when the enemies you were facing together with dazai decided to use their ability to involve all the innocent citizens that were surrounding you both.

the sight of the blood and the innocent people being hurt like nothing was enough to send you into a complete frenzied state with every bit of care stripped from you as you left dazai's side and just went right in.

seeing you mercilessly attacking while holding such a terrifying silent blank look in your six eyes deeply reminds dazai of his old partner back in the port mafia as it was like seeing chuuya use corruption all over again, but it was different this time because that was you on he field right now; his lover.

now, dazai doesn't care if his own comrades nor your own subordinates are scared of you in your current state, nor if they were all screaming at him to back off. he's never scared of you, and he knows to himself that he's the only one who could stop you.

so, dazai instantly steps right in, taking a hold of your wrist tightly, calling out your name as his ability runs across your veins to nullify your limitless ability which enables you to harness infinity.

he might not be able to nullify your six eyes as it was a non-ability like lovecraft's, but it was enough to bring you back to your senses like having a cold splash of water hit your face to wake you up in the morning as your limitless and infinity broke down.

the moment he sees your eyes dart towards him, dazai feels nothing but sympathy and remorse for you as you look at him with a teary-eyed gaze with smears of blood on your face and knuckles.

he knows that look in your eyes all too well as you also reminded dazai of his old self back in the port mafia—this whole other dangerous and ruthless side of you that you've always kept hidden with your blindfold over your six eyes.

"darling?"

dazai's voice was enough to pull right out of the dark waters you had drowned yourself in.

it was soothing, and comforting, just like the feeling of his ability breaking through your infinity and limitless, and just like how his skin feels so warm and loving, more importantly, breaking you out of your lack of senses state.

as you look up at him with a teary-eyed gaze and hitched breaths upon realizing what you had just done, he immediately pulls you right into his embrace, hushing you sweetly.

"shh.. shh.. it's okay, my love. i'm right here for you," dazai whispers softly as he rubs circles on your back, holding you tightly in his arms.

"n-no.. you shouldn't have seen me like that.." you softly murmur, stressfully rubbing your face and running your fingers through your hair.

your eyes threaten to cry as your voice cracks like glass, "that wasn't human of me, 'samu."

"shh.. no, no, no.. look at me, my darling.." dazai shakes his head, gently cupping your face in his hands as he holds you closer to him, making you look into his eyes, "look at me please?"

as you stare into dazai's dark brown eyes with your heavenly six eyes, his gaze softens further as he leans in and kisses your forehead while delicately stroking your cheek, "there's my girl."

"don't ever say that you aren't." dazai whispers, this time pressing his forehead against yours as he rocks your body closely side to side as if he were comforting a child, "you're more human than you think, my darling."

even if dazai has internal struggles over not being qualified as a human, and even though it's difficult for him, he constantly reassures and consoles you, just as you do when he doesn't.

✴ NAKAHARA CHUUYA !

losing control is a feeling and state that chuuya was no stranger of due to having constantly been there because of his own gravity manipulation ability and temper.

but, of course, that's a different thing when chuuya was looking at you. when he sees smoke and debris filling the atmosphere as you fight head-to-head with an enemy, he's in for a surprise.

now, chuuya would usually be cheering for you on the sidelines since he loved seeing you show off.

however, the moment the bandages covering your eyes slid off and your six eyes went blank, he knew that this wasn't it.

chuuya, as brutal as he is, never takes people's lives for granted and understands the value of compromise and rationality.

so, when chuuya sees you going too far, even if your opponent was already in no state to continue with his comrades already down, he promptly jumps in, even if it is tough for him to do so because his own talent was no match for yours.

chuuya stands in front of you, arms outstretched on each side, staring deep into your eyes, piericing your soul, not scared to be hurt by you if it means getting you back.

he knows you like the back of his hand, and he knows in his heart and soul that no matter how dangerously strong you are due to your limitless ability and six eyes as a gojo, you will never hurt him.

"sweetheart?"

chuuya stares at you without fear or hesitation as you stand there with an indecipherable look over your eyes as your fingers twitch.

"it's over, baby. you annihilated the enemy already, yeah?" chuuya pries again, expecting his voice would draw you right back to him, brows furrowed, but his voice remained soothing and calm.

chuuya's eyes light up with hope when he hears his voice and sees him fill your vision with his presence, and a flood of relief sweeps over him when he notices your blank eyes change.

as the red ball of compressed infinity in your fingers evaporates into thin air, emotions return to your eyes. chuuya walks over to you and softly takes both of your hands in his.

chuuya's eyes soften instantly when he sees the look of shame and guilt on your face. your expression was almost identical to the one he has every time he had to resort to corruption.

chuuya wraps his arms around you, his eyes softening even more as he realized you were truly back to your composure as you broke down your infinity for chuuya to hug you.

"i don't feel human right now.. let go of me, chuuya.." you murmur softly in a strained voice.

"hey, now. don't go saying stuff like that," chuuya says, cupping your face in his gloved hands and forcing you to look him in the eyes.

"but you should haven't seen me like that.." you argue back, sighing deeply.

"but you're still human in any case, sweetheart. my heart and soul knows so," chuuya says quietly in your ear as he kisses your forehead, putting your heart and mind at peace with his comfort, "and i'll never, ever be afraid of you either. you're beautiful, and you're so human."

✧˖ ° niki says ! ༉‧₊˚.

hi there, thank you for requesting my dearest anon !! so yeah, i have new-ish theme for my writings now. okay but i won't be applying this kind to my old fics (i'm too lazy), and i'm not so sure if i can be consistent either, and i'm sorry if it's kind of repetitive. i also didn't have any other characters in mind so i only did them. sorry !! "૮₍ •⤙•˶

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anemptypuddingcup · 10 months

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contains pillow humping & masturbation.

“Oi! Baby?”

Luffy’s voice echoes out through your bedroom as he searches around for you. He sighs heavily as he looked around the room, desperately trying to find you as he yearned and craved your attention.

It was at least an hour after everyone woke up and yet you were nowhere to be found, to Luffy’s surprise. He groans angrily as he looks around your room, stressfully looking for you. He couldn’t stand another moment without you at that time, and not being able to find you there had put him in a slight state of panic.

“Cmon babe, ion feel like playin’ hide n’ seek.” He annoyingly sighs. His hands shuffled through the blanket slowly though he doesn’t feel your frame underneath. He huffs before flicking his eyes around, looking to see if you were hiding somewhere else within your room. He ruffles with soft raven curls as a headache began to brew within his head. The slight stress making his head pulsate.

Not feeling or seeing your presence anywhere he groans out before falling back, flopping himself onto the bed. “Dammit…where’d ya go…?” He whines, snuggling his body deep into the blankets to capture your scent.

“I need ya…I can’t be here alone…” A sad groan leaves his throat as he sat there, his body embedded deep within your blankets. Placing his head softly against your pillow, a sigh leave his lips as he tries to calm himself down and relax.

Though inhaling your sweet smell from the fabric of the pillowcase only made it grow worse.

He feels himself growing hard within his pajama pants from your scent and his curses to himself, hissing at the slight discomfort and sensitivity. “Ugh…babyyy…Lookat whatcha did t’me…” He exhales heavily and sits up from your soft bedding, pulling your pillow from its original spot.

He lifts his hips and places the pillow underneath his hips, a soft groan leaving him as he pulls his hardened cock from his pajama pants. He doesn’t hesitate once he begins humping his cock against your pillow, desperate to look for some sort of friction.

“Come back…please.”

“I need ya…”

“I-I need ya so badly…”

His mumbles and whispers out his words as he held on tightly to the pillow, holding it up slightly as he rubs his leaking cock into the soft plush pillow. His groans grow louder as his cock twitches against the pillow.

“I-I don’t wanna be here ‘lone. Please come back t’me! Come back dammit!”

His hips ruts deeper against your pillow as pre began to soak a little spot on your pillowcase. His whines growing louder as he tried to fuck his frustration away into the pillow. His rough hands tightly grips your quilt before he lets out a low and deep groan. “Fuck! FUCK!” He yells angrily as he feels his orgasm reaching its peak.

You slowly stumble to your door and slowly open it, your eyes instantly landing on Luffy before you step foot though the door.

“Luffy?”

Luffy freezes in place as he hears your soft yet groggy voice appear behind himself. His head quickly glances around and his eyes lands on you rubbing your eyes sleepily. “A-Ah! Baby! I-“

“Luffy what’re you doing?”

Luffy was at a loss for words as he sat there like a deer in headlights, his hips stopped completely against your pillow. You close the door behind yourself before walking over to him while he sat there in place.

“Luffy-“

“Where were ya!? Why’d ya leave me!?”

“Luffy, what the hell are you talking about!? I went to the bathroom boy!”

He stretches his arm and wraps it tightly around your waist before pulling you into his embrace. “I need ya, I need ya right fuckin’ now.” You didn’t have a second to speak back to him as he presses his lips against yours, giving you a sloppy kiss.

You sighed within the kiss before wrapping your arms around him, his hands trailing up to your head to keep your lips pressed against his. You feel his hand trail down your body before he pulls your panties off.

Discarding the pillow, he throws it onto the floor before peppering more kisses onto your soft skin. A soft moan leaving you as he touches your body delicately.

“Wanna feel ya against me…please…”

You press your hand against his cheek before sighing and giving him a soft smile.

“My needy baby…You really can’t be without me can you…?”

A groan leaves him as he pressed more smooches against you, his lips trailing down to your breasts.

“Nah. I can’t”

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fandoms--fluff · 1 month

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Can you write a story with reader where she’s a workaholic and hope has to pull her away from her work because she’s been working on it all night

Overworked

Female witch reader x Hope Mikaelson

Warnings: none

A/n: I'm so excited for summer to come. I hope you like this!

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It's 11 o'clock at night, and you've been working on the same design for the last four hours. The deadline has been changed to a day away. So you bunkered down on your kitchen bar top, sketching and typing away.

You work as a head of costumry at a company that makes a bunch of the massive dresses and old timeybclothing for movies and productions and all those things. A new line of fairy dresses have been customed ordered, and you've been put in charge of them. You were excited when you got them, but now you kind of wish there was someone to share the workload with who you trusted would actually put hard work into.

You may have slight trust issues.

There's barely anyone at your work who's under you, takes it seriously. They will just put the least amount of work into something and call it a day. There have been times when you've just wanted to get violent with them, but alas, you can't. But that doesn't mean you haven't switched to a few other harmless methods.

You let out a groan as the tip of your pencil breaks again. It's the third time that's happened. You reach for the sharpener, and as you're twisting the pencil in it, it jams and the pencil breaks. "Seriously!" You exclaim stressfully.

Your girlfriend, Hope, looks up from where she was sat on the couch, watching TV. Her facial expression softens, turning the TV off before getting up.

She's been worried about you all night, but you wouldn't allow her to pull you away from it. But now she definalty has to, she doesn't want you to overwork yourself to this extent.

She walks over to you and places a hand on your back. "Why don't you stop for tonight and get back to work on it tomorrow, during work hours." She kisses your shoulder.

You look up from your sketch book, "I can't, there's no way I can get this all done tomorrow" you sigh. "I'll help you then, with the designs or talking to your boss"

"Talking?" You raise an eyebrow. "Or compulsion?"

"Which one will make you feel better?" She asks, making you let out a chuckle.

"...fine" you groan, "you win" you tell her, shutting your sketch book and turning your laptop off. "Thank you" she tells you, holding your hand as you get off the barstool.

She leads you to your guys' bedroom. As soon as you get in there, you flop onto the bed. "I've missed you" You told the bed.

"One of the many reasons you shouldn't be overworking yourself, not getting enough sleep. Come on, before falling asleep in your jeans, let's get pajamas on" She rubs her thumb in circles on your hand.

"Mmmm, fine" you comply, getting off the comfy bed. You reluctantly change out of your jeans and t-shirt into navy pajama pants and a white tank top. After you finish changing, you go to the bathroom washing your makeup off and brushing your teeth.

"Yay, comfy" you smile as you crawl into bed, next to where Hope's leaning against the headboard, in her pajamas as well.

You lean against, cuddling up to her. Your head falls to her chest and right arm thrown over her stomach. She wraps her her arms around you as well, placing a hand softly on the back of your head.

"I'm surprised you haven't spelled anyone at your work yet, it's impressive, considering if they really are like what you describe them" Hope says as she runs her fingers through your soft hair.

"Who says I haven't" you mumble into her chest. "Some of them are plain stupid, they should be thanking me for making them at least a little competent."

In the next minute, you're fast asleep, cuddled into your girlfriend.

"Okay, slightly less surprised" she shakes her head, playfully rolling her eyes as well. "They deserve it" you grumble.

"I bet they do, Baby" she places a kiss to the crown of your head.

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shadowdaddies · 6 months

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Hi!!! Can I request a f!reader x Eris where the reader is his secret mate and since he is stressfully sitting in her home, deep in the night, preparing reports and stuff like an gloomy ghost who haunts the place, she orders him to get some rest and gives him a massage?

omg Eris with a secret mate?! I’ve been obsessed with this request since I saw it. Is this a theory? Is there a longer fic about it? bc if not there needs to be. I’m obsessed with this idea, Eris having someone he can be himself around and open up to😭 I adore this request thank you for sending it in!💜

A/N: soft Eris 🥰

Autumn's Eden

Eris x Reader fluff

The moment you walked in the door to your home, a bright smile overtook your expression as you noticed the faelights on and the smell of apples and warm spices. Your mate was here, and that brought feelings of comfort that you had been missing since you saw him last. You and Eris kept your mating bond private, telling no one of your relationship. You were a “Lesser Fae,” as disapproving leaders of the Autumn Court would refer to you, so the two of you elected to keep your relationship a secret until Eris became High Lord.

Eris had great plans for how to make the Autumn Court a better place, but for now you both knew that he needed to play the game. He held a carefully maintained facade of cunning and ruthlessness, the former of which held true. Eris played his father like a practiced game of chess, waiting for the opportune moment to take down the cruel High Lord. Until then, the two of you would continue meeting in secret. While it was often painful to not be able to flaunt the male you were proud to call your mate, it made your reunions that much sweeter.

Eris most often would visit your home, staying with you when he needed time away from his brothers and father. He could only wear the mask of cruel Lord for so long, and you were thankful to be the one who was there for him when he needed your comfort. You set down the fruits and bread that you had brought home from the market, wandering into your bedroom where Eris sat hunched over your desk. He ran a hand through his red hair, which glowed like fire against the warm fae lights - and you stood in the doorway for a moment, memorizing his beautiful profile.

Sensing your presence, Eris looked up at where you were standing, giving you a soft smile that didn’t quite reach his bloodshot, tired eyes. Your heart ached seeing him like this, burnt out from the endless, brutal tasks his father bestowed upon him. He set down the papers he had been studying, turning to face you as he attempted to rub the exhaustion from his eyes. “Hi, my love,” Eris greeted you with a tired voice, gesturing for you to join him. You crossed the room, taking a seat on his lap as you wrapped your arms around his neck. One of his hands found the back of your neck, the other resting on your outer thigh, giving it a small squeeze as he leaned in to kiss you deeply. It was a slow, passionate kiss that had you breathless and flushed when you pulled away, resting your head against his shoulder.

You traced his sharp jawline with your fingertips, trying to ignore the fluttering feeling in your stomach that came just from looking at him. As if he could read your thoughts, Eris smirked, giving you a sidelong glance. Your cheeks flushed a deep red as you cleared your throat, sitting up to look at what he was working on. Nonsensical paperwork was stacked upon the desk, and you hummed as you feigned interest in the seemingly mundane tasks in which your mate found himself consumed.

You shifted on Eris’s lap, now facing him as you ran your hands through his hair, gently massaging his scalp. He let out a soft groan at the soothing feeling, his eyelids drooping as he relaxed in your hold. You leaned forward, biting his earlobe and whispered, “you need to relax, my love. Take a break.” Eris leaned back, eyeing you skeptically as you gave him a feline smile. Gracefully lifting yourself from his lap, you took his hand in yours as you guided him to stand.

You toyed with the buttons of his shirt, lightly pulling on the collar as you asked, “what about a massage? Let me take care of you tonight, Eris.” Eris took a deep breath, eyes roving over you appreciatively. He nodded, tongue flicking out over his lower lip as you removed his shirt. Looking over your shoulder as you moved towards the bathroom, you directed Eris, “lay on the bed. Face down.”

You returned to the room with aromatherapeutic oils, climbing over Eris to straddle his hips. You leaned down to press a kiss to his cheek before starting your work, lathering the oils over his back as you massaged him, focusing on spots where he held tension - which seemed to be everywhere. Eris fell asleep at some point, his soft snore eliciting a giggle from you as you continued your work on his muscles.

He awoke just as you finished, letting out a sound of contentment and sighed, “that was amazing, my love.” You ran a hand appreciatively through his hair as you again found yourself lost in his beauty. You whispered as you lifted yourself from the bed, “how about I get you into the bath and then I can make us some dinner?” Eris smiled, springing off the mattress with a cat-like grace as he returned to his playful self. Taking your hands in his, he pulled you flush against him and tilted your chin towards him. “Why don’t I grab some food for us, and you can join me in the bath?” You nodded, “that sounds like a much better plan.” With a quick kiss and a soft smack to your behind, Eris went to prepare the food, while you prepared for the rest of a special evening with the one you love.

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spenglersweetheart · 14 days

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Sooooo

Idea and it’s angsty

Egon is trying to pull an all nighter and reader comes in to try get him to come to bed. When Egon is tired and working he’s snappy and mean. And sometimes that carries over to the next day. So when reader tries getting him to bed he yells at them, how his work is more important and then continues working. Reader of course holds it in and gets dressed leaving the firehouse and idk something angsty happens and the last thing Egon has from them is a voicemail the next morning of them phoning from a telephone box sobbing and crying begging for him to come get them

Oh my god my heart ... are you trying to make me cry LMAO

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Last Call

Egon Spengler x Reader

WARNINGS : angst, a slight mention of a kidnapping, and an abusive ex

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" EGON, PLEASE COME PICK ME UP, HE'S AFTER ME HE'S── NO, STOP, STOP, STOP! "

THOSE ARE THE LAST WORDS THAT EGON HEAR from you and he wasn't even within your range. It was a voicemail. He hears those words, regretting everything. Regretting that he even snapped at you in the first place. He snapped at you and you left. Knowing that he could've prevented that left him with such heartache. He knew that the police were trying everything to find you. But half of him started to give up hope.

He backtracks to that night. He keeps thinking about it in his head. You walked into the laboratory that night and you still saw that he was awake. You knew that he had been working for a while. And you knew Egon. He would pull an all nighter if he had to. But you didn't want them to do that.

You manage to wrap your arms around him. That would be the last time you would be able to touch him if they didn't find you. You look at him. The words ring through his mind.

"Egon, honey," you say to him, "You've been working all night. I think you should resume in the morning."

"Can't," he simply replied back, "I have to get this done."

He stands up, which makes you loosen your grip on him. You watch as he walks to the other side of the laboratory. You follow him, watching as he stressfully worked. You hated seeing him like this. You wanted him to just relax, even if it had been for a while.

"I'm sure it can wait," You tell him, "I know you're tired. Besides, I don't want you to become sleep deprived. You're already on the verge of that."

You sound worried, but Egon only sees it as an excuse to get him away from his work. He turned to look at you. You can tell he's a bit agitated.

"I said I can't," he says, his tone is rougher than usual, more mean, "My work is much more important and I would like to get it done."

You're speechless. He's never said anything like that, not even when he's agitated. In all honesty, it hurts a lot. But, you held it in. You bit your tongue.

You ended up leaving the laboratory. You got dressed, and you left the Firehouse. When you leave it's usually to get your emotions out. You just start walking, and you pretty much end up at the nearest bar to drink your sorrows away.

You're on about your third drink when you catch something in the glimpse of your eye. They widen once they find who it is. You down the rest of your drink and try to escape from there as fast as you can. You can see that the man, the abusive ex boyfriend from years back, the one you had a restraining order against, was trying to get to you.

He had bumped into you on purpose. He had almost blocked you from the door but you managed to escape from that bar. You lose them for a while, and you find the nearest telephone box. You immediately close the door and you grab the phone, quickly dialing Egon's number.

Tears started to run down your face as the voicemail kicks in. You needed him in that moment he was not there. Your ex boyfriend had won.

And Egon didn't have anything left of you but a voicemail that you left on his machine. And that had been his worst nightmare.

#ghostbusters #egon spengler x reader #egon x reader #spence's small fics #egonspenglerishot

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average-vibe · 2 months

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valentine’s day blurbs

pairing: wilbur x gn!reader

genre: fluff

tw: cursing

summary: just a bunch of blurbs for valentine’s day :) lmk if you want a full version of any!

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“happy valentine’s day, love.” wilbur said groggily, wrapping a tired arm around you. you giggled softly, looking out the window and admiring the pink-orange glow the sky had taken on.

“look at the sky, wil.” you murmur, pointing a limp hand at the window. wilbur glanced, smiled softly, and turned his face back into your stomach.

“not nearly as pretty as you, is it?” he asked, voice muffled.

“if you say so.” you said, combing your fingers into his hair.

a comfortable silence fell upon the two of you, the TV turned low, the birds chirping outside, you could’ve been there forever.

“i love you.” he muttered into you, holding you tighter.

“i love you too.” you agreed, kissing him on the forehead.

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“WILBUR FUCKING SOOT!” you yelled, wilbur face popping out of the doorframe, a prideful expression on his face.

“yes?” he responded, eyes twinkling in a sinister way, the one you knew so well.

“where. is. my. chocolate?” you asked, trying your hardest not to smile at the smirk wilbur put on his face.

he shrugged, but the mischievous smile he had on his face betrayed his act.

“Did you eat my valentine’s day chocolate?”

“..maybe..”

“IM GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!” you yelled, hopping off your bed and chasing your boyfriend around the room, giggles filling the area.

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you blushed as your boyfriend sat a jar of pink and red roses onto the kitchen counter.

“Wil, you know i don’t celebrate valentines.” i murmur, walking into his arms.

“Yeah, yeah, i know. jus’ thought i’d get you something.” he replied, gently stroking your back, humming some song he was probably working on.

“how continent that it’s valentine’s day?” you add, smiling into his chest.

“hush.” he smiled back, kissing you on the head.

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“wilbur!” you call, stressfully looking around for him. for a 6’4 guy, he was surprisingly hard to find. especially in a room full of drunk and high people.

you didn’t necessarily want to be at this party, but after extensive begging, and a little bribery, wilbur eventually got you to go.

“wilbur!” you call again, catching the attention of many drunkards and potheads alike, all of which turn to you and either roll their eyes or smirk. you ignore them and rush upstairs where the drinks were located, grabbing a solo cup filled with water (at least you hoped it was.), and walked over to where they were playing drinking games. where you found your boyfriend, looking drunk, lopsidedly smiling at whatever game they were playing.

“wilbur, hey, cmon, let’s go.” you said quickly, tugging on his sleeve when you reached him.

wilbur looked up at you with bloodshot eyes, clearly wasted. but the sight of you with a hint of a blush, and worried eyes, and fidgeting hands, sobered him up. “love?” he asked, standing up shakily. “you okay?”

“yes, i’m fine, it’s just loud and everyone’s drunk, and you’re drunk, and i might be drunk and-“

wilbur cut you off by kissing you gently, earning cheers from whoever was around. “cmon, we can go now.”

needless to say, you were both nursing a mad hangover the next morning.

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AN: ALL DONE YAYYYYYAYAYAYAYYA

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kingdomhate · 3 months

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You're On Your Period Scenarios!

Anakin Skywalker: It was sudden, not something you were expecting at all. You both were laying on the bed, cuddling while watching a cheesy romantic comedy, Anakin occasionally littering the top of your head with kisses and making snide comments about the predictable plot and select characters. While he said something particularly funny and you laughed, a warm sensation spread across the bundle of blankets and sheets you were sitting on.

"Hold on, pause it. I have to go to the bathroom." You told him, jumping off the mountain of comfy warmth and waddling over to the bathroom, closing the door behind you. Just as you got done, you felt a wave of painful cramps crash over you like waves hitting the shore, except it wasn't comforting or soothing, it hurt, like hell. Standing up, you can see the clear red in the toilet behind you, and the realization hit you. You're on your period. However, this epiphany had also reached Anakin. "Hey, sweetness, what's with the bloodbath on the bed?" He calls, although he knows the answer.

With a grumble, you flush the toilet and grab a pad under the sink and put it on, heading out of the bathroom. "Sorry, Ani. I didn't realize it was time." Anakin laughs, his hand dismissively waving away your apology as if it were a nosy fly. "No need, baby. C'mon, let's cuddle. I'll make you some ramen." He says before taking off the stained blankets and sheets, changing them for another assortment, spraying them with a stain remover and hoarding them into the washer, turning it on. "Get comfy." He instructs with a grin as he goes out to make the ramen he promised.

Obi Wan Kenobi: Obi-Wan and you were talking, it was after one of his numerous meetings with his fellow Jedi masters and Anakin, so he was determined to spend the rest of the time with you. He invited you into his ship and was telling you about his recent missions, recent concernings with the Jedi Order, Senate, etc. while he gently and absentmindedly caressed your hair.

"And that is, stressfully, what today has had in store for me. I hope the Council will understand to make notice of these concerns." He said with a heavy sigh, withdrawing his hand from your hair and rubbing his forehead exhaustedly. "It's okay, Obi. Let's just go home, yeah?" You suggest, knowing from his bustling day, he surely had been tired and his previous action made you aware of that. So, you offered to drive.

"Oh, princess. What would I do without you?" You heard him murmur as his head rested against his hand, gazing at Coruscant. Once you both arrived back at your shared home, you and Obi-Wan silently agreed to fall asleep together. So, Obi-Wan wrapped his arms securely around your lower half and kissed your neck a few times. "Goodnight, my love." Before falling asleep. As did you. But, as you woke up hours later, in the early hours of the AM, you found that your stomach was hurting exponentially. So you carried yourself to the bathroom.

Both in the toilet on the bottom side of your robes, you found the unmistakable sight of red blood and you huffed a sigh of annoyance. Your period had come, and with a vengeance. You scowled as you ripped the pad open and placed it on your underwear and flushed the toilet, pulling up your robes, upset that you had to deal with a week of progressively worse hell. You hurriedly went to the kitchen, fixing yourself a hot snack to help ease the cramps for a bit. Then, you climb into bed beside a peacefully sleeping Obi-Wan. Or so you thought. You feel a hand go to your shoulder and a groggy voice. "What is it, lovely? Has something happened?"

You shake your head. "Nope. Just my period." At this, Obi-Wan let out a soft sigh and his hand trailed down to your stomach, rubbing soothing circles, knowing how bad your cramps and mood swings can get. "Alright, let's go back to sleep. It'll ease them a bit, I'm sure. Tell me if you need anything okay? I love you." He said, stroking your hair until you fell asleep.

Luke Skywalker: It had been the same as always, a scorching day on the rock and desert planet of Tatooine. However, what made it remarkably better was the company of your boyfriend, Luke. His little playful teases and giggles made the day more bearable. Just a few days ago, you had started your period, and Luke, as always, had been sweet to you and attentive, making sure to check in on you before, during and after his farming or little ventures.

He had gotten you a few little souvenirs from his journeys and little trinkets, helping ease your cramps with cuddles and mouth-watering and warm snacks. It was as if he had never complained, no matter what you had asked. It was something you deeply appreciated. "Hey, babe! Guess what? Uncle Owen gave me the rest of the day off!" He announced happily, practically flinging himself into the bed beside you, his arms automatically wrapping around your frame and assaulting your face with sweet, open-mouthed and sloppy kisses.

You giggled and welcomed the affection, telling him how much you loved these moments of happiness with him and he paused for a second. "I love you to death, you know?" He spoke softly, in a voice identical to a whisper like the wind. "Of course I know. I love you too." You told him, cupping his cheek gently. "I'd do anything for you." He whispered again, his lips coming ever so close to yours without touching them. "I would die for you, Y\N." Your heart ached at his words, hoping it would never come to that, ever. "I know, Luke. I'd risk my life to save you, you would never have to die for me." Luke paused, his lips coming in contact with yours, capturing them and your heart in a tender, sweet and devoting kiss.

Requested by: @m00n-lxght

#star wars #fluff #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker #obi wan x reader #obi wan kenobi #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker'#hope you enjoy

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valleyfae · 1 year

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Okay so I’ve never seen you write something like this, but reader and Bucky are both divorced (they don’t know each other), and Bucky’s friend lives in the same apartment building as you and you bump into each other one night after you have a bad date

𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌.𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ✴︎ 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ✴︎ 𝐒. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍 𝐌.𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Paring: divorced!Bucky Barnes x divorced!reader

Warnings: smut 18+ ONLY MDNI, you already know the intensity of Bucky’s pussy eating skills and his dirty talk game

“Shit—” you mutter under your breath, continuing to let out frustrated curses as you bend down to your purse, your stuff scattered across the lobby floor.

One hand running over his beard, Bucky steps past the elevator doors, eyes immediately drawn to you, stressed, hastily collecting your things.

“Oh, it’s okay, I g- I got it,” your face heats up, swallowing your pride as the man shakes his head, pink lips morphing into a soft smile.

He lets out a soft grunt, pushing himself off his knee, eyes fixed on your black dress until he’s back on his feet.

Gently placing your handbag in your clammy palm, Bucky’s long, dexterous fingers skim your skin sending goosebumps up your spine. “Don’t worry about it,” he nods, his alluring smirk intriguing.

Stressfully massaging your temples, you look up at him—the look in his clear blue eyes piercing as he holds himself back from his instincts that are telling him to pull you into a hug.

“I’m so sorry, I- I just.”

“Bad date?” Bucky asks, worry line prominent. He lets out a huff, watching as you follow your sniffle with a nod. “Trust me. I get it.”

Slightly shocked by Bucky’s response, your heart rate jumps. “You’re not married?” You quickly try and brush off your tears of annoyance and frustration, flattening down any wrinkles in your dress.

“Not anymore.” His chuckles sarcastic as he scratches his beard. “You know how it is, start off in love, get married before you really know each other, shit goes sideways, and all of a sudden, you’re spending your Sunday nights drinking beer on your best friend’s couch like you’re 25 again.”

“Well, you look really nice.”

Letting out another huff, Bucky smiles. The look in his look genuine, taking in a compliment that felt sincere even if it was out of pity.

“And it looks like you haven’t given up yet, a woman who knows what she wants.”

Reciprocating his natural grin, the exhaustion in his eyes evident. “You caught me on a special night that could’ve gone a lot better.”

An awkward silence falls over the two over you. Thoughts synchronized—Bucky rocks onto the back of his heels, words stuck in his throat, not wanting to overstep you play with the hem of your dress, looking down. You flatten the black fabric, snapping out of your fantasyland as Bucky clears his throat, “Well if ever need anything or wanna talk, I’m here.”

Heart rate quickening, you try your best to maintain eye contact. “Thanks,” you mutter, lost in the lust Bucky emits.

“I can give you my number if that’s alright with you?”

“Oh yeah, sure, let me just,” heartbeat now rapid, you fish your phone out from the bottom of your bag. “Here you go.”

Bucky’s confidence shines through his demeanor, reassuring you’re flustered by his charm and not uncomfortable.

You take your phone in your hand; his nimble fingers delicately skim your skin. “Have a nice night…” glancing down at your phone, you smile, “Bucky.”

“Have a nice night, sweetheart.”

One week later…

“Oh— fuck…” you groan; hands have gone tense as Bucky hits your perfect spot with his fingers—lathered with your slick, he wraps his plush lips around your clit, tongue playing with the pulsating bundle of nerves he carefully sucks.

Continuing to work his fingers past your entrance, he grins, moving down to your folds. His coarse beard grazes your flesh, provoking a string of throaty curses.

“Finally getting treated like a woman deserves,” Bucky looks up at you, lustful eyes admiring your heaving chest as he places a soft peck on your clit. “Sweet pussy too good to not be taken care of.”

“Uhmm,” you let out an unapologetic groan, instinctively rolling your hips—muscles contracting as he curls his fingers, continuously hitting the perfect spot.

The foreign feeling of intensifying euphoria rushes over you—the sensation of Bucky’s fingers diving in and out of you, his tongue still working on your pulsating mound. Your mind whirls with the fogginess that instantaneously jolts your muscles, forcing you to arch your back off his ruffled sheets.

“Yes, Bucky, p-please,” you plea. “Please, Bucky— I can’t. Feels s-so good.”

Anticipating your climax, the rough pads of his fingers glide right back to where you need him most. “Won’t even have to use your vibrator to go to sleep like you’re used to,” he grunts.

You roll your eyes at his snarky comment but can’t ignore how close you are. “Bu-Bucky, I can’t— I can’t hold it.”

“Cum for me, sweets. Go on, make a mess.”

Rant endnote:

Sorry this is not proofread or good but 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Me confused why I can’t finish my WIPs but then go on write whatever this is after telling myself I was just going to respond with “OMGG YESSSS!!!! SO DILF DADDY SLAY!!”

And yes, I didn’t finish writing this at Shabbat dinner and left after an hour… I’ve had a tummy ache all week. Don’t look at me.

𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

I want to say thank you for all of your sweet messages on my form. They all mean a lot to me, and I wish there was a way for me to respond. I hope you guys enjoyed the fic. Sending my love <3

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princessbrunette · 3 months

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i just love scolding rafe whenever he does something mean to a pouge, just making him sit on the couch and then standing in front of him with a frown on my face and scolding him

౨ৎ🐇 ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

deep down, he thought it was adorable when you got like this. all huffy and puffy, sitting him down like you had any real authority and telling him off. you really think he’s gonna take some little ass girls advice, stood there with your arms crossed over that tiny floral sundress, stomping your kitten heels at him? nah. but he’d listen anyway, ‘cos he was a good boyfriend.

“its totally outdated, rafe. you can’t be mean to someone purely based on the fact they’re from a different side of the island! they’re people!” you ramble, stood infront of him with your palms splayed stressfully by your sides.

he sits on the couch at tannyhill infront of you, relaxed into this seat, arms crossed over his chest and legs spread as wide as would be physically comfortable. “i don’t expect you to understand the dynamics—” he begins in a slow and disinterested drawl, his eyes fluttering and jaw tensing in irritation when you interrupt him to continue.

“its classist. rafe, i know the real you. you’re nice deep down. but you’re acting like a bully lately and i don’t like it! i have pogue friends, you know that— and, and i’m not ashamed of it either.” you stick your chin up, pouty and proud like a cartoon baby kitten and he rolls his eyes, licking his lips as he shakes his head. if anyones out of touch, it’s you.

“deep down? i’m nice deep down. alright, okay— so i suppose me putting endless amounts of money on your card and decking you out with whatever shoes it is you want that week is… what? mean? that makes me the bad guy?” he tilts his head, squinting at you and for a second he thinks you might back down. he doesn’t seem genuinely angry like he’s going to explode on you, just tired of the conversation and having to make his point.

“thats… not what im talking about rafe, you know i’m grateful.” you toe at the carpet, huffing out guiltily making him shrug carelessly, wanting to hurry things along.

“okay so… spit it out. c’mon.” he exhales, sinking back into the couch, gesturing for you to go on with it.

“so, from now on— you are not to pick on harmless pogues who did nothing to you. it’s unkind and it makes me upset.” you state your point, folding your arms and standing up straight. a smirk twitches at his lip.

“or, okay— hear me out here, you keep livin’ your girly little carefree life and you let me handle things the way i handle them. yeah?” he raises his eyebrows like he expected you to agree and you deflate, puffing out your bottom lip.

“rafe.” you whinge.

“baby.” he tilts his head mockingly, using the same tone as you.

“can you try? atleast?” you stress, and just wanting the conversation to end he rolls his eyes theatrically, nodding his head with his lips pressed in a thin line.

“alright, whatever. now come here, would you?” he holds his arms out to pull you onto his lap and you decide his wishy-washy promise was good enough, happily skipping over.

“yay.” you smile, victoriously and he huffs out a chuckle.

“always somethin’ with you huh? keep you fucked and fed and you still got shit to say. good thing i’m so patient, right?” he smirks, tickling your waist making you giggle. to call him patient would be an outright lie, but you were too giddy to bring that up.

౨ৎ🐇 ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

#anon #rafe cameron prompt

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bella-rose29 · 3 months

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beautiful people

requested by anon: hi hi! Can I request Anthony Lockwood x reader fic inspired by the song beautiful people by ed Sheeran?

lockwood x gn!reader (made it gn bc there wasn't a gender specified, hope that's alright anon <3)

I am so sorry that this took so long anon 😭😭😭

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: set after the empty grave but I don't think there are any actual spoilers (but you've been warned anyway), I think that's the only thing? edit: there is a very big huge massive spoiler that's mentioned in one sentence so be careful

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Lockwood was buzzing with unreleased energy, which made sitting next to him on a plane incredibly difficult, since Y/n just wanted to punch him in the face. They loved him, but they didn't need his jitters when neither of the two of them had ever flown before, let alone been out of the country.

It was a private jet they sat in, the vehicle sent by some rich person from America who had invited the famous ghost hunting agency from England to a week in Los Angeles. While George had initially seemed sceptical of the plane and it's abilities to carry them safely across half the world, he'd deemed it good enough for travel. Lucy and Holly were joining them too, although both were far less happy about it than Lockwood.

"It's basically a huge shell of metal that hurtles through the air. Why do you think I've been for three nervous pees in the last ten minutes, George?!" Lucy had stressfully said to George after he had questioned her multiple trips to the toilet.

Y/n had gone along because Lockwood had asked, despite them having only a vague connection to the agency's work. As a member of the general public, they didn't often get involved in the actual ghost hunting (Talent had never turned up for them which meant fighting was extremely dangerous, and they quite preferred being alive), but often could spot things that the others couldn't when looking at the history of a building, or a family, or pick up on the more human things in meetings as opposed to being solely focused on the Visitors.

Their other link to the agency was a lot stronger, because they were dating Lockwood.

Naturally when he'd asked if Y/n would be joining them on the agency's one week trip to America they couldn't say no, not when he was smiling at them the way he had been, and now they found themselves wondering why the hell they let him have so much of a hold on their heart.

It was the middle of July, too, and there was a freak heatwave as they were leaving England. It was nothing compared to the temperatures they would be met with in L.A., but the English were never made for heat.

"Oi," Y/n said softly, prodding Lockwood in the leg closest to theirs. "Stop bouncing, you're making me more nervous."

He cast them a small smile, tilting his head to look at them. "Sorry, my love." They could tell he was nervous too despite all the smiles and bravado he'd shown earlier, more so than when he went out and risked his life every night, and they grabbed his hand.

"People do this all the time, right? And George very kindly worked out the likelihood of us dying in this thing-"

"One in a million chance!"

"Thank you, George!" Y/n sighed, turning back to Lockwood. "But my point is, we're gonna make it there, and then we'll have an incredible, completely free holiday, and then we'll make it back to Portland Row, alive and in one piece, yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Hey. We're Lockwood and Co. And you're Anthony bloody Lockwood." He smiled wider at that, a huge grin taking over his face and making him light up.

"That we are," he replied, pressing a kiss to Y/n's forehead.

~~~

They had only been in America for about an hour, and already the agents were exhausted.

It didn't help that the plane journey was long, or that their internal body clocks were telling them it was well past their normal time to go to bed despite it being barely evening in Los Angeles. It seemed to be that the darker it got, the more people there were, which didn't make sense to any of the agents. While ghosts were no longer being created, many still hung around and caused fear, and it was strange for Lockwood and Co to be walking around in the dark with no rapiers, or even a spare flare.

Fancy cars drove past, one of them stopping (on the wrong side of the road; how did anyone drive correctly if they were doing it backwards?!) and opening its door to let the agents in. George squeezed in first, then went Y/n and Lockwood, and Lucy and Holly pushed their way into a seat a moment later. How they fit the five of them combined with the ten? eleven? people already in there Y/n wasn't sure. Music was blasting through speakers that weren't even visible (seriously, where was the music coming from?) and coloured lights flashed across the interior of the car. They had cars in England, of course, but this was much fancier than anything they had on their side of the world. People were drinking and dressed in fashion that looked futuristic to the five of them, and Y/n could feel the others shift in what little space they had as they looked down at their own clothes.

Then there were the questions.

At first it was difficult to understand their voices, since the accents were thick and everybody was talking at once, all trying to be heard over the music. Then it was difficult to answer their questions, because they were asking about phones and movies and music that none of them had much knowledge of in their technologically-different world. When they learned that Y/n wasn't even an agent, they wanted to know what exactly their role was, which was also difficult.

"He's my partner," they shouted (it was too loud to talk any quieter), pointing at Lockwood.

"So you're not... you're not an agent? You're just here?"

"Uh... yeah. I help on cases sometimes though!"

"Oh, cool!" the woman yelled, then immediately moved onto the next conversation. Y/n settled back against Lockwood, feeling his arm come around their shoulders. They looked at George, noting his bewilderment at the hidden speakers, and then at Lucy and Holly who were trying to figure out how to use the phone that someone had given them. It didn't even look like a phone; it was far too flat and small to be of any use to anyone.

They were all just trying to figure everything out, but even those who were being really nice to them could tell that the agents from London didn't fit in too well.

~~~

The party was far bigger than anything Fittes had ever thrown, and the five of them felt very underdressed, despite how fancy they had gone with their clothes.

Two hours in, Y/n was trapped in a conversation with a group of people about some event that had happened recently and was apparently a worldwide controversy, and they were being asked their opinion on it.

"Uh... I don't really know what's happening, to be honest." It was awkward, being looked at like they were some sort of alien, and Y/n felt themselves shrinking the longer they were stared at.

"Do you not have the news over in England?"

"We do, but normally it's... English news? Our technology got severely stumped growth-wise because of the whole 'there are ghosts now and they can kill you' thing, so..."

"Oh, yeah, sorry! I forgot that you guys are behind!" It wasn't said with any malice or anything, but it only served to make Y/n feel worse about not fitting in with these people. They tried to inconspicuously look around for Lockwood, but within seconds he had appeared at their side and was spewing some excuse about needing to borrow them.

He took them outside to a balcony, and although it was still crowded there was at least a cool breeze. "You alright?"

"Yeah. Thank you for that."

"Anytime," he smiled, pressing a kiss to their cheek. He seemed jittery again, and Y/n wondered if all the flashiness was finally getting to him.

"Are you alright?" they asked, startling Lockwood slightly.

"Oh, yeah." He wasn't particularly convincing in his answer, and Y/n raised their eyebrows at him. "I mean, I know I'm always going on about being front page all the time, and getting famous, which we are on the front page, and we did get famous, but this is... it's a lot." He paused, looking around at everyone gathered on the balcony. "It feels... weird, too. I'm not sure what the right word is yet. Everyone is almost too fancy, if that makes sense."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. I keep thinking I'm really underdressed and should borrow a really shiny bin bag instead," they joked, noting someone walking past who was dressed in something that looked very similar.

"You don't need to change a thing, my love. You look stunning as you are." Y/n felt their face heat up at his compliment, and hid their face in his body. His laugh made both of them shake, and his arms came around to hold them close to him. "I mean it. I don't think you could look more incredible if you tried."

"Lockwood," they whined, dragging out the syllables in his name as their face lit up more and more. "Stop it, seriously."

"What, I'm not allowed to tell my partner how wonderful they are?"

"Not this much in one go!" He only laughed again, and Y/n couldn't prevent the smile that came onto their own face.

~~~

Their last night had been spent much like the others, only this time it was only Lockwood and Y/n and the driver of the posh car they had been loaned for the week (once people remembered that the five English visitors couldn't drive, they had been provided with a driver as well as just the car).

The week was basically over, complete with drives in convertibles, gifts of expensive designer clothes, trips to fashion shows, constant questioning from people wanting to know who they were, and what they do, and who they know. George, Lucy, and Holly had stayed back at the hotel they were staying in, too tired to do anything else, but Lockwood had taken Y/n out, saying he wanted to spend their last night in Los Angeles together just the two of them.

They seemed to drive for hours, in reality not travelling that far from their friends, but the lack of destination meant that they were doing constant laps of the city. Not that it mattered, because neither Lockwood nor Y/n had any idea where anything was. Everything was tall, and imposing and fancy and bright and beautiful, and for the most part Y/n sat staring out the window, watching all the lights as they passed.

Lockwood was watching them, a fond smile on his face, seeing the lights reflected in their eyes like stars.

There had been constant lights the whole week, people with cameras at every event they attended, and while Lockwood was more used to bright things (since he had such strong Sight he often had to use sunglasses to stop the glare from a death glow), Y/n was squinting against the flashes. At one point Lockwood had brought out his sunglasses, despite the darkness of the sky, and handed one to Y/n while putting his own pair on his face. He kept his arms around their body at all times, whether it was just carelessly slung over their shoulders or tightly wrapped around their waist, because he didn't want to lose them in the crowds.

The agents really didn't fit in well in America, but they couldn't help it when they were just being themselves. He had figured out what the word he had been looking for on the balcony all those days ago was, too. He realised it as he gazed at Y/n, who had propped their face up on their hand, resting their elbow on the car door. All those people that they had met, at fashion shows and parties and everywhere else they had been, were too perfect, too fancy, too beautiful. It felt far too extravagant, even for Lockwood, and although he had thoroughly enjoyed his time in America he was looking forward to going home.

Because that's who Y/n was to him, and he knew that he was home to Y/n. It didn't matter if they went back to wearing their second hand clothes that were worn out and cheap, and it didn't matter if none of them understood how to use a smartphone by the time they left tomorrow morning, because that was who they were.

They were Lockwood and Co.

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kirislovelygf · 1 year

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told you so (tsireya x omaticayan fem! reader)

contents: angstttt, y/n’s a lil delulu, gay girl x straight girl, neteyam being best brother, sapphic pain, wlw heartbreak

part two here !!

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it seems so obvious, right? why would you purposefully go after someone who you know will never ever be interested in you romantically?

it didn’t weigh on her how much it would hurt until she saw he happy she was with him.

her own brother, talking to tsireya like he was already getting all the girls.

y/n watched from a distance as tears of jealousy burned her eyelids.

the worst part was tsireya looked so much happier talking to him than she ever was with her.

everyone told her “don’t do it” and “look for someone else.”

“pick someone in your league.”

“or someone who actually likes girls.”

especially her brother, neteyam. but no matter how much advice she was given, she didn’t care. she knew who she wanted and there was no changing that.

she huffs and wipes her tears from her cheeks as she turns to face away from the two.

neteyam noticed her expression and looks down at his sister.

“i won’t say i told you so, but..”

“i get it, man. you don’t gotta say it, i know.” she responded quickly.

he sighs and looks down at his fishing net. he looks at his sister, who’s muttering stressfully to herself.

“go take a rest or something. i got this.” he said to her.

she looks up at him. “what? no, it’s fine.”

“i’m not asking. i’m telling. go.” he snatches the fish ner from her hands and she stares at him for a moment before laughing softly.

“alright, fine.”

he smiled as she walks away, onto the beach, and back into their marui. he glanced back at his brother before huffing.

y/n sat in her marui, alone with her thoughts.

she was sure they had a connection before. all those nights she spent together with tsireya felt like a dream.

they’d spend nights wandering the island, talking about their lives and everything surrounding them. they’d laugh, hold hands, lay in the sand together.

she was so absolutely sure they’d end up together.

until one night when they were lying on the sand on one of the beaches once again, and tsireya confessed she had a secret to tell.

“promise you won’t say anything?” she asked her.

y/n turns her head to look at her as they lied on the sand, facing up at the sky.

“i promise.” she interlocks her hand with tsireya’s.

“okay.” tsireya sighs and looks back up at the sky.

“i have a crush on someone.” she squealed quietly. y/n’s heart skipped a beat as they looked at each other again.

“woww, who?” she asked her.

tsireya sighs and looks back up at the stars.

“uh.. okay. i have a crush on lo’ak.” she smiled.

it took everything in y/n not to break down crying. her smile faded slightly but she quickly fixed it when tsireya looked her way.

“no way.” she gasped.

“yes! he’s very sweet and funny. and kind, and very handsome.”

“i mean… yeah, sure. if you think he is, then yes.” y/n chuckled.

tsireya laughed and pushed her shoulder slightly.

their laughter dies down and they stay silent.

“is it weird? i know he is your brother and you two are very close. i don’t want anything to change between us.” tsireya says to her.

it already has.

“of course. no, it’s okay. i want you to be happy. and if lo’ak makes you happy, then you have my support.” y/n responds, choking back tears.

“really?” tsireya smiled.

no.

“yes. you’ll always be my best friend.” she told her.

tsireay sighs contently and they look at the stars again.

y/n had to tune every thing tsireya said about her brother for the next agonizing hour.

y/n pushed the memory aside when her brothers came back to get her. he needed help carrying the fish in.

the siblings came back later that night, one with more attitude than the other.

and the whole family took notice.

jake and neytiri were sitting by a fire, laughing and talking to each other.

kiri was with tuk in another part of the marui, tuk putting charms in kiri’s hair.

when y/n stomped in, she spotted lo’ak sitting in her corner, taking a nap on one of her pillows.

she stomped over and snatched the pillow from under his head, making him sit the wooden beam he landed on.

“ow! what the hell!?” he barked.

“use your own pillow.” she grumbled.

she walked away and lo’ak slapped her leg as she did. she turned and hit him as hard as she could with her pillow.

“y/n!” jake yelled out.

“what? he’s using my stuff without asking!” she said.

“so? you weren’t using that pillow. leave your brother alone.” he scolded.

she looks down at lo’ak’s smug face before groaning and walking away to her room, a sectioned off part of the marui.

when she walked in, she pulled the tarp off it’s hook and draped it across the doorway, on the other hook to create a door.

she threw her pillow on the floor before plopping down on her sleeping mat.

she cried softly into her hands. she hated her brother. and herself.

how can her brother betray her like this? he has to have known about her crush that she’s kept secret from literally everyone.

he should have been able to tell and should have backed off.

but at the end of the day, it’s not anyones fault. tsireya is who she is and there’s no changing that.

nothing y/n can do but stand to the side and support her for who she loves.

y/n’s breath hitched as someone made their presence known at her doorway.

she sniffed and wiped tears from her cheeks.

“please go away.” she whimpered.

“it’s just me.” neteyam spoke.

y/n rolls her yes and sighs before getting up go pull the tarp aside.

she lets him in and they sit down in the corner next to each other.

“i heard your crying.” he said after a couple moments of silence.

she looks at him. “what about everyone else?”

“no, it’s okay. just me.” he responded.

she sighed and covered her face. he stays looking at her sad little sister.

“what can i do to make you feel better?” he asked.

“nothing, neteyam. you can’t make tsireya like me.” she said, the soreness from her crying affecting the sound of her voice.

he sighs.

“i should have taken your advice earlier. than i wouldn’t be hurting now.” she raised her legs up to her chest before folding her arms on top of them to lay her head on them.

“i’m not trying to say anything like that. I’m not trying to say i told you so. i only care about when you’re feeling like this and what i can do to help.”

she stared at the woven floor of the marui.

“you can beat up lo’ak for me. make him so ugly, tsireya won’t like him anymore.” she said.

neteyam’s laughs make her smile slightly.

they stay quiet for another moment.

“just let me be alone.”

“are you sure?”

“yes. i’ll be okay. thank you.” she told him,

neteyam smiled and rubs her arm affectionately before getting up and leaving her be like she asked.

a couple hours pass after everyone’s gone to bed and y/n left the marui to sit on the beach by herself.

she sits on the sand with her hands at her side, her nails digging in the sand as the gentle waves brush over them.

she sighed while looking up at the moonlight. before plopping on her back, and groaning.

how could i be so stupid? she thought.

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artiststarme · 1 year

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False Alarm

Thanks to @doubleb11 for this idea! It was fun writing this with all of the chaos. I hope you guys like it and please leave your thoughts in the comments! Also, if anyone comes up with a cool title for it, please let me know!

(now on Ao3)

~*~*~*~

Steve sighed as he sat on the edge of the lake up by his parent’s lake house a couple of hours north of Hawkins. It had been months since the events of Spring Break and dealing with the aftermath of it but Steve hadn’t had a chance to get away to decompress. His time, for months, has been spent carting Max back and forth to physical therapy while her mom worked double shifts, playing bodyguard for Eddie against everyone in town, and hosting DnD at his parent’s house so the kids could act like kids. Between the Party and working back to back shifts at Family Video, Steve was at his wit’s end. So, he did what he always did when he was feeling particularly stressed.

He called off of work, packed his old school backpack, raided the pantry for snacks, and set off towards his parent’s lakehouse.

Whenever the silence in his house grew too suffocating or the pressures in Hawkins got too great in the past, he’d leave for a weekend or two. He would drive up to his parent’s lakehouse and relax for however long it took to feel like himself again. Steve would wait until the tension in his shoulder lessened to nothing and the heaviness in his chest lightened. When he finally felt normal again, he would drive back and return to reality, or his fucked up version of it anyway.

Sitting at the lakeside with a cold beer in hand, alone with nature after feeling suffocated with responsibilities back home was enough for him to breathe.

He’d been pulling this de-stressing disappearing act for years without any repercussions. Whenever he got a bad grade or a particularly gruesome loss in basketball, he’d drive up here for some alone time to wallow. His ‘friends’ at school certainly didn’t notice his absence and didn’t care if they did. His parents too were unaffected with his weekend trips. They never cared when he left, probably wishing he would stay gone.

After the Upside Down, his disappearances became more frequent. He’d throw some clothes in a bag and hop in his car when he had a bad nightmare or when his head started to ache. He even set up his bedroom at the lakehouse to be an infirmary of sorts, a place he could go to recover from nasty migraines whenever they sprung up. Steve’s biggest fear was becoming a burden to the people he cared about and ending up alone so he hid his weaknesses, dealing with them himself. After his first three experiences with the Upside Down, no one questioned his weekend excursions. They were too busy trying to recoup themselves to worry about him. Inevitably, he would go back to Hawkins and things would continue as they always had. He would hold the facade of having things together and would be available for the kids when they needed him, without having anyone available for him.

So just like always, when the itch to disappear for a while had come, Steve packed his things and took off without a word. When his heartbeat stopped fluttering and the tension headache faded, he would go back home to his friends that never noticed him missing anyways.

But for now he would enjoy the views of the lake without going for a swim, PTSD from Spring Break had ruined that, and would relax in a place that had always felt comforting to him.

~*~*~*~

Eddie was worried about Steve. For the past week and a half, conversations with him had begun to feel one sided with Steve always staring out into the distance, like he wished he could be anywhere else. He kept catching him rubbing at his temples and stressfully scrubbing his hands down his face.

When Eddie mentioned it to Robin, she explained that those were some of the signs Steve started to show when a migraine was encroaching on him. After her closing shift at Family Video, he drove them both to the Wheeler’s house to pick up some homemade chicken noodle soup with Nancy in tow. Then they went to Steve’s house.

The usually inviting home was completely dark which made Eddie and Nancy pause. Eddie had never seen the home look so foreboding. Robin didn’t so much as pause in her ministrations.

“The lights hurt his head when he’s having a migraine. I bet the dingus has just been staying in bed the past few days, not even feeding himself. Let’s bring some sustenance to the self-sacrificing idiot,” she answered their unasked question and proceeded to the house.

But the front door was locked. Both her and Nancy turned to Eddie who just looked at them blankly.

“Well? Pick the lock!” Robin said, waggling her hands in front of the door.

“Why would I pick the lock?” He asked her confused.

“Because it’s locked and I don’t have a key. Pick it!”

“Why can’t we knock and have him open it? If any of the neighbors see me picking his lock, they’ll call the cops and I’ll get arrested!”

Nancy sighed in exasperation. “Eddie, who cares if they call the cops? Hopper will be on our side and Powell and Callahan are useless anyway. Pick the lock or I’ll shoot it.”

“Nice try,” he said condescendingly. “You didn’t even bring your gun.”

“Didn’t I?” She asked, raising a brow in challenge.

Eddie swiped a hand down his face and pulled a couple of bobby pins from his bun. He wasn’t going to argue with Nancy “gun-slinging” Wheeler, thank you very much. After a few twists, turns, and pokes, the door opened with a soft groan.

“Thank you,” Robin muttered sarcastically and slid past him. Nancy glared at him and did the same. Eddie looked around the neighbor’s houses before sighing defeatedly and ducking inside to follow the girls. If he got arrested for breaking and entering, Wayne was going to be pissed. At least he was doing it in an effort to help Steve.

The problem was, Steve wasn’t there. Robin looked frantically all over the house, the basement, and the backyard but she couldn’t find him anywhere. What she did find though was an empty snack stash, a missing bomber jacket, and a lack of school backpack in his closet.

“Holy shit guys, I think he left! He felt so miserable that he left! Oh my god, what kind of platonic soulmate am I that I didn’t even notice that Steve was suffering? Oh no, what if he doesn’t know we care? I don’t know how to live without him. Nance, Eddie, what do we do?!” Robin rambled, her voice was teetering on the edge of hysterics.

Nancy looked just as shocked as she did, her own voice shaky when she spoke. “I-I don’t know. Steve is the one that’s always grounded, always so sure of everything. I don’t know what to do. Maybe we can call a code red, alert the kids?”

“Yeah, yeah, we have to, right?” Eddie muttered. Through all of his paranoid wondering, this is not a scenario he had imagined.

For the next three days, the entire Party searched for Steve. Eddie helped Nancy and Robin visit all of Steve’s old haunts and current hangouts. The kids tried to reach his walkie on Cerebro and tried to call his parents, although they never answered. Hopper, Joyce, and even Murray called hospitals and morgues all over the state of Indiana but nothing came of it.

It was like Steve had disappeared off the face of the Earth. El and Will were positive that it wasn’t Upside Down related, they were sure that the Upside Down was gone for good. Even if it wasn’t they were 100% certain that they would feel it. Dustin and Lucas assured the group that he must’ve been kidnapped. There was no other alternative, Steve wouldn’t just leave. Mike and Max though were a little more pessimistic in their speculations. They thought that maybe Steve didn’t care about them as much as they thought he did. Why else would he run away?

Robin and Eddie in particular were distraught. Robin because her platonic soulmate was missing, because he didn’t feel that he could come to her. Eddie because the object of his affections, his current best friend, and potentially future boyfriend, was missing. They hadn’t discussed feelings yet but their flirting was escalating rapidly so it was only a matter of time. Unless they couldn’t find him which would leave whatever they had on the cusp of something.

Nancy was horrified at the prospect of Steve leaving. They weren’t in a great place, they never were after Barb disappeared and she called him bullshit. Things were awkward between them now, as they had been for years. But she liked to think they were friends, friends that could lean on each other when they needed to. To discover that Steve didn’t feel that way was heartbreaking.

And Hopper? Hopper felt like he failed the kid. He knew the Harrington’s were always out of town and he knew that Steve was in that big house all by himself a majority of the time. He should have checked in more, should’ve made him feel more included in his own little family. And now he was gone for good and he would never get the chance.

~*~*~*~

Steve was feeling refreshed after a few days away. After a mere few days relaxing without responsibility and worry, his heart felt lighter and his head felt clearer than it had in months. He felt good enough to return to his day-to-day life so he took one last view of the picturesque water, threw his bag into the car, and took off.

The drive back home was always longer than the one he took to the lake house but he passed the time singing to his mixtapes and having a good time. He was bopping his head and singing along to a Queen song, living his best life as he drove past the Welcome to Hawkins sign when he saw police lights behind him.

“Son of a bitch,” he muttered while he pulled his car over onto the shoulder. Thirty seconds into this goddamn town and it was already giving him problems.

He didn’t expect Hopper to be the one that pulled him over but alas, when he rolled his window down, he was met with the full-force anger of Hopper’s glare. Steve didn’t know what he did to deserve that but he tried to placate him regardless. “Hey Hop-”

“Where the hell were you?” He asked, his tone dry and angry.

“On vacation, why?” Steve’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Had they noticed he left?

“Step out of your vehicle,” Hopper said and stepped back from his car door.

“What are you going to do, search it for drugs? I don’t have Eddie with me so you’re not going to find any.”

“Steve, get out of the car!” He yelled.

Steve huffed and rolled his eyes but did step out of the Beemer. “Hop, what are you doing? I’ve been driving for hours, I just want to go home for a nap-”

He was cut off when Hopper pulled him into a bear hug. “Jesus Christ, Harrington. You scared the hell out of me. You can’t just take off like that.”

“O…kay,” Steve returned his hug but mostly just stared at Hopper’s side profile like he’d gone insane.

Hopper pulled back enough to rest a hand on his neck like a dad would, lovingly. “C’mon kid, hop in the cruiser.”

“Hop, I’m not just going to leave my car here!”

“Get in the cruiser, Harrington! Now!” He yelled again.

With a couple of grumbles, Steve grabbed his backpack and locked his car. He slid into the passenger seat of Hopper’s police SUV and they were off. Any time Steve tried to speak, ask Hopper what the hell was happening, he just received a gruff, “not now.”

He didn’t know what was going on but it was safe to say, Steve had never been so confused in his life.

When the car finally stopped, they were sitting in front of the Byers’ house. Hopper stepped out of the car and motioned for Steve to get out as well, which he did confusedly. “Okay, what-”

Hopper quickly circled to his side of the cruiser and slapped some cuffs around his left wrist. He fastened the other side to his own wrist and pulled him via the cuffs up the driveway.

“Hop, no offense, but have you lost your goddamn mind? What the fuck are you doing? Are you arresting me? I’m so confused!”

The entire Party came rushing out of the house when they heard his enraged shouts of confusion. When he turned to Robin to ask her what the hell was happening, he was assaulted by the ramble of all rambles.

“Steve! What the hell, Steve. I was so worried! Eddie told me that you were having some migraine symptoms so we were going to bring you some of Mrs. Wheeler’s homemade chicken noodle soup that you really like so we went to your house but all of the lights were off and the door was locked and I didn’t have a key! You’re getting me a key by the way because you pull stuff like this way too often. Then, I told Eddie to pick the lock to the front door but he didn’t want to because he didn’t want to get arrested for breaking and entering, like you would ever press charges. Nancy threatened him with her gun though so he did pick the lock but you weren’t there! And then we called a code red and we were looking for you for days because we didn’t know where you went! We thought you were dead, Steve. Where did you even go? Where were you?”

Steve just looked at her blankly from his position cuffed to Hopper for a moment. He blinked and asked her, “Nancy threatened Eddie with her gun?”

“Yes, Steve! I did, now where were you!?” Nancy yelled at him from her place behind the group of rowdy children. He was apt to ignore her question until Eddie came up beside him and swung an arm over his shoulder.

“It wasn’t so much a threat as it was a reminder that she had a gun in her purse. I’m really glad you’re back, Stevie. I was worried out of my mind, Big Boy! Where’d you go?”

Well, he couldn’t ignore Eddie, especially not when he was so close to him studiously ignoring Hopper’s glare.

“I went up to my parent’s lake house. It’d been a while and it was nice to get away. Why were you so worried?” Steve asked.

“Because you disappeared without telling anyone!” Hopper flailed his hands in outrage which only succeeded in jerking Steve’s wrist all over as well. He sighed and unlocked the handcuffs when Steve glared at him. “Kid, we thought you’d been killed or sucked back into the Upside Down. You can’t just leave like that.”

“Okay, next time I’ll tell you guys. I’m sorry you thought I was dead, or missing, or whatever. Now, can someone please give me a ride back to my car?”

~*~*~*~

It had been two weeks and Steve was pretty sure he was living a nightmare. He hadn’t gotten any time alone since he got back to Hawkins and he didn’t know why! He was halfway tempted to up and disappear again to prove a point because this was getting ridiculous.

Steve prided himself on being independent, he had to be since he was left alone for most of his life. So being stalked and accosted constantly was wearing him a bit thin. Hopper keeps showing up at his house to drag him to the station to “talk”. He doesn’t know why he keeps being arrested but he’s over it. Whenever he leaves Family Video after a shift, one of the kids pops up seemingly out of nowhere to ask for a sleepover or pool party. He went grocery shopping on Tuesday and could see the flash of red hair from his peripheral the entire time. And they’re inviting themselves into his house too! He’s moving a bookshelf and suddenly, there’s Eddie lifting the other end.

He reaches his limit one day when he’s trying to take a dip in his pool and looks up to see Murray’s head peeking over his hedge. The guy has a glass of vodka in one hand, binoculars in the other, wearing an open robe and wife beater like a nosey neighbor. The thing is though, he’s not Steve’s neighbor. He lives in fucking Illinois!

Steve pulls himself out of the pool, fully glaring at Murray. He leaves the patio door open when he steps into his kitchen so Murray can hear him speaking on the phone.

“Sheriff's department, what’s your emergency?”

“I’m being stalked. Literally, anywhere I go everyone is watching me. I swear to god, I was just sitting at my pool and I saw goddamn Murray Bauman’s head pop out from behind one of the hedges. He’s standing there right now, acting like I can’t see him,” Steve said with his eyes meeting Murray’s directly. This fucker doesn’t even blink at being called out. He simply drops the binoculars and raises his middle finger up in the air, completely deadpan and off putting.

“Oh, you-”

“Sir, it’s a crime to place a false police report and we need this line free to take actual emergencies.”

“This is a real emergency! Is Hopper there? I bet he’s the one behind all of this! I need to talk to him.” Steve shouts, his patience waning with every word.

“Chief Hopper is out on important police business.”

“Is this Callahan? You really are fucking useless, fuck you!” Steve yells and disconnects the call.

(Callahan just looks at the phone when he hangs up like ‘what the fuck did I do?’)

Eventually, Steve and the rest of the Party would sit down and discuss their fears and things would go back to normal. But for now, Murray would watch Steve Harrington pace around his kitchen with increasing amounts of rage with the utmost amusement. He didn’t know what to expect when Jim told him to keep an eye on the Harrington boy but geez, is he glad he decided to help.

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