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Question: mates?
Question: mates? | ryland grace x reader
When Rocky finds out about romance.
Warnings: none
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The problem started when Rocky learned what dating was.It had been an innocent enough conversation. You had mentioned a movie you’d watched back on Earth.
A romantic movie.
Rocky, naturally, had questions. Many questions. Far too many questions.
“Human mates choose each other before reproduction, question?”
“Usually, yes,” you answered.
“Interesting”
That should have been the end of it…It was not.The next day, while you and Ryland were recalibrating a sensor array, Rocky’s voice crackled through the speakers.“Question for both friends.” Ryland didn’t even look up. “Yeah?”
“Are you mates?”
The wrench slipped from Ryland’s hand and bounced off the floor.
“What?!”
You burst out laughing. Rocky’s speakers emitted a confused trill. “Negative answer?”
“Very negative answer,” Ryland squeaked.
“Understand.” Then, there was a pause.
Then:
“Yet Grace discusses y/n constantly.” You laughed harder. Ryland looked like he wanted the ship to explode.“I do not!”
“You do.”
“I absolutely do not!”
“Grace absolutely does.”
Rocky’s robot voice remained infuriatingly calm.
“Yesterday Grace informed Rocky of y/n’s favourite beverage.”
“That doesn’t mean anything.” Grace replied with added complaint.
“He also informed Rocky of favourite colour.”
“Rocky!”
“And preferred music.”
“ROCKY.”
You had to sit down because your stomach hurt from laughing. The conversation ended there. Unfortunately, Rocky had become interested.Very interested.
Over the next few weeks, the questions continued.
“Question. Why does Grace smile differently at y/n?”
“Question. Why do humans hold hands?”
“Question. Why did Grace stare at y/n’s photograph for eleven minutes?”
“ROCKY! You timed me?!”
“Yes.”
One evening you found Ryland alone in the lab, forehead resting dramatically against a console. “You okay?”
“No.”
“Rocky again?” You asked
“Rocky again.” He sighed, rubbing his face with his hand. You leaned against the wall infront of him.
“What did he ask this time?”. Ryland groaned.
“He asked if I’d selected a nesting site.”. You blinked, confused.
“A what?”
“He thinks dating is some kind of biological territory claim.” The laugh escaped before you could stop it. Ryland pointed accusingly. “Don’t encourage him.”
“I’m not encouraging him.”
“You absolutely are.” A familiar series of musical notes sounded from the nearby speaker.
“Correction. You are both encouraging Rocky.”
You both jumped. “How long have you been listening?”
“Entire conversation.” Rocky replied
Ryland dropped his head against the console again.
“Of course you have.”
Rocky continued cheerfully “Additional question.”
“No.” Ryland groaned
“Grace says no before hearing question.”
“Because I know it’s going to be terrible.”
“It is not terrible.” There was a pause.
And then..
“explain why heart rates increase when discussing each other?”
Silence.
Complete silence.
You froze.
Ryland froze.
Even Rocky seemed pleased with himself.
Finally, very quietly, you asked, “You can monitor our heart rates?”
“Yes.” The Rock replied.
Ryland made a sound that could only be described as a dying man accepting his fate.
“Human courtship is fascinating.” Rocky chirped.
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Hope you liked it! First PHM fic! Requests are open!!
I apologise for being inactive.. I’ll be back writing as soon as I have inspo 😝
Can someone PLEEEAAASE request a fic 🙏.
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I will write smut, fluff or angst. I just really need some requests 🙏.
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Joel miller
Safe haven. (Fluff)
Safe haven || Joel miller x fem!reader (fluff)
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Summary: You,Joel and Ellie are ambushed by infected.You come a little too close to danger, and Joel saves you.
Warnings: infected, swearing, near death experience, mentions of death. Anxiety, stress, pressure.
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You had been friends with Joel since before the pandemic began. Naturally you had clung to his side throughout the outbreak. You were there for him when his daughter died, you watched her die in his arms. She was like a daughter to you so her death hit you hard as-well. Thats why when Marlene asked you, Tess and Joel to transport a girl across the country for the fireflies you made it your mission to protect her. What you didn’t know was that she was worth more than you could have ever imagined.
She was immune.
That led you to where you are today. Tess had died a couple of days ago, she sacrificed herself to save You, Joel and Ellie.
The three of you continued on. Today you were searching a building for supplies, desperate for anything that you could get your hands on.
Ellie went with Joel to search downstairs whilst u began to walk up the stairs. As u walked upstairs the step you were standing on let out a crack as it broke, you grasped the handrail, pulling yourself onto a stable step above it.
“Are you okay?” Joel asked, concerned, his gun raised and ready to defend you.
“Yeah. Just a rotten step.” You sighed as you slowly began further up the dusty stairway. The stairs came out onto a dirty, cobweb ridden hallway. You walked into a bathroom first, finding a pack of alcohol wipes that could be useful, stuffing them into your bag. You continued into another room.
This room was much bigger, and darker due to the lack of windows. As you walked in you could see much, the dust getting in ur eyes. And that’s when u heard it. The familiar sound of echolocation. One that you know comes from a clicker. You slowly ducked behind the nearest table and switched your flashlight on, searching for it.
Your chest tightened and your eyes widened at what u were looking at. There were at least 5 clickers in this room, all spread throughout the place. One was blocking the door you entered through and you had to remind yourself to stay quiet. But all you could think of was the duo downstairs, you hoped they hadn’t walked into something like this.
You slowly crept around the side of the table.
CRUNCH
You had stepped on a piece of glass. A soft tear rolled down your cheek as the sound of the clickers walking towards you met your ears.
You aimed your gun, prepared to shoot your way out, even though the probability of you winning versus 5 infected with enhanced hearing was incredibly low. As the first clicker neared you, you shot it straight between the fungal plates that covered its face. You suddenly had 4 more launching themselves towards you- as the the one that just got shot lay on the floor.
You panicked and began to shoot wherever you saw movement as you ran out of the room.
“JOEL!” You screamed as you began to shoot at the clickers that were horrifyingly limping towards you. You through a Molotov back into the room, setting most of them on fire. You turned around to shoot and slipped on the rug on the floor- your back and head colliding with the hardwood planks as your gun slid across the floor away from you.
Within seconds the clicker was on top of you, trying to get a bite. “No no no no no!” You shouted. Your arms were planted heavily on the clickers shoulders as you tried to hold it away from you. You focused entirely on the infected mass on top of you. Your legs came up to your chest and you pushed them into the infected chest with all your might, pushing it away a slight bit more. It was at that moment Joel and Ellie emerged- to watch it try to bite you. It narrowly missed you as the bullets from Joel’s revolver Make contact with the clicker. The infected falls dead on top of you. Panicked screams leave you as you rush to push it off.
“Are you okay?” Ellie asked, to which you didn’t respond.
“Hey! Look at me. Are you okay? Did it bite you?” Joel asked softly, crouching down beside you as you sat lent against the wall, breathing heavily. His voice dragged your eyes away from the bloody body.
You shook your head. “T-there was five of them. I burnt them with that Molotov you gave me this morning. That one just caught me by surprise.” You shook from fear as Joel offered you a hand to help you up.
“Come on. We need to get moving.”
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The rest of the afternoon you were restless. You couldn’t settle and were constantly on edge. By the time night fell and all three of you were tucked into your sleeping bags- you couldn’t sleep. You sat on watch, making sure nothing was going to jump out of the bushes at the three of you.
A rustle to the left caught your attention, you raised your rifle and pointed it straight at the bush. A tiny squirrel popped out and you let out a sigh of relief.
“Why aren’t you sleeping?” Joel asked, his hoarse voice cracking.
“Oh. You’re awake..i can’t sleep. Not after earlier.” You mumble.
Joel said nothing. He just moved his hand to gesture you over. As you settled in his sleeping bag with him, his arm wrapped around your waist and you sighed softly, head resting in the crook of his neck. He knew you needed comfort, to feel safe, to be able to breathe.
As the soft animals of the night continued to rustle around, you both fell asleep under the stars.
Ellie smiled, watching the whole thing. She knew that would happen eventually.
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Skirt | Jonathan Byers x reader (smut)
Summary: He likes your skirt a bit too much.
Warnings: smut, p in v
Guys Ik this skips a lot and that the tense keeps changing I’m sorry 😞.
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It was Halloween, you and your boyfriend Jonathan had decided to go to Tina’s party together. You couldn’t decide on a costume so you just went in a short black mini skirt and a flimsy orange top, a cliche Halloween outfit with no real meaning behind it.
Ever since he had seen you, he had been in awe. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you.
“Sweetheart…you’re killing me here” He would whisper in your ear as he pulled you back into him, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder.
By the time you had gotten home he was a horny mess. Following you around and doing everything you asked.
“Baby please just come here.”
“Please princess”
The sound of him begging echoing throughout the quiet house- thank god everyone was out of your house for the night.
You had settled in his lap, lips clashing with his in a violent kiss whilst you ground against him. Your hands tangled in his hair whilst his were firmly on your waist.
His hands moved lower, slipping beneath the skirt and landing on your thighs. “I love you in this skirt sweetheart.” He whispered.
Not long after you find yourself in only the skirt as he’s fucking you raw. Moans echoing throughout the room in a vicious display of lust. His groans heard as he finishes inside you.
“That damn skirt.” He would mumble as he helps clean you up.
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Yeah i apologise for the bad quality guys but wanted to post 2 today as i wont be posting tmr as im very busy!
Right person wrong time, right person right time - Jonathan Byers x fem reader
Summary: You and your ex are drunk at a party.
Warnings: implied sex, alcoholism, kissing
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You and Jonathan used to be the perfect couple. All of your friends used to judge you, asking why u were dating the weirdo, but you didn’t care. You would always tell them how sweet he was and how much u loved him. That was until his brother went missing. When will disappeared everything changed- he simply just didn’t have time for you anymore and spent all his time searching for his brother.
Nancy had convinced you to go to Tina’s party, what you didn’t know however was that she was trying to get you and Jonathan back together. So here you were, stood in the middle of a crowded party in the world’s most cliché black cat outfit. Your eyes searched for Nancy and you sighed when you found her talking to Jonathan. You groaned before heading to the drinks table, filling a red plastic cup with punch and immediately began to gulp it down.
The cup was never empty for long. Each time It felt empty you filled it again without thinking - just something to do with your hands, and something to drink between conversations with people you didn’t even know that blurred together more and more. The room grew warmer, you felt everyone’s words slipping past before you could catch them.
You told yourself that it was nothing that you just needed another refill- just another sip. The floor didn’t quite feel steady anymore, and your thoughts drifted. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you noticed the pattern of filling the cup, drinking it , and repeating. However it felt like it was exactly where you belonged, like nothing could stop you. And as you reached for get another refill, your body succumbed to the alcohol- no longer able to think.
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Light pressed gently against your eyes,and there was a familiar scent that you couldn’t quite name. For a moment you didn’t move, encapsulated in the comfort. But then u noticed it, the steady rhythm of someone breathing beside you, and your lack of clothing. You hesitantly opened your eyes, hoping to not find some stranger beside you. Jonathan. Jonathan Byers was sleeping peacefully beside you. You knew you should move. Knew you should leave before he realises. But you couldn’t help but stare at the man you once loved, who you still love- lying beside you. Your leg was draped over his waist and you were lying against his bare chest.
Slowly, you moved your hand towards his head, brushing some hair out of his face softly. He looked so peaceful lying there. The sleep has softened him. His usual tense expression had gone, replaced with a calm that could not be explained. The morning light traced his face, catching on him and the line of his jaw. You could not look away, in awe of the man in front you. Memories of when u were together flood your mind and you can’t help but sigh, wishing things could go back to the way they were. It felt strangely intimate, a quiet moment where he didn’t know you were watching. You took in every detail, inhaling a deep breath, his scent overpowering your own and creating an instant sense of calm.
“You’re staring.” He mumbled.
“Oh- you’re awake. I um.. I’m sorry, I don’t know how we got here.” You stutter awkwardly as you pull away.
“No-no. Come back” He pulled you back to him, nuzzling himself into you. “Don’t leave..please.” He whispered. You relaxed instantly. “I’m not going to.”
“I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I just wanted to find will, i regret it every day. Please come back to me.” His eyes locked with yours, filled with sincerity and truthfulness.
“Are you asking what I think you’re asking?” Tears brimmed at your eyes, hoping, praying you could have him back.
“Will you be my girlfriend again? Please. I promise I will never leave you again.” His eyes flickered all over your face.
You were speechless. You couldn’t even respond.
“I’m sorry- I shouldn’t have thrown that on you. Forget I-“
You interrupted him with a kiss. Lips sliding against his as he let out a soft moan. He smirked against you and pulled you closer.
“I’m never letting you go again.”
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This could have been better, I apologise but I hope someone enjoys!
Steve x reader smut? Something with that backwards baseball cap from s5?
The cap stays on || S5! Steve Harrington X reader - smut
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Summary: you and Steve are left alone in the WSQK van and it broke down… you happen to mention how good he looks in that damn baseball cap..
Warnings: Kissing/making out, head M! Receiving, P in V, swearing. Sort of Dom!steve and Sub!reader
This is my first ever time writing smut so bare with me guys.
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You were out in the WSQK van when it had miraculously decided to break down on one of the many backroads. “Great. We are in the middle of nowhere” You groaned, looking out into the dark night sky. Checking his phone to see if he had any signal, Steve turned to you with a frustrated expression. “Yeah, we’re screwed. No signal. Can’t call for help.” He removed his jacket, revealing his camo top underneath and you can’t help but admire him, but most of all, you love the way the backwards cap on his head makes him look.
He follows your gaze, a knowing smirk crossing his face when he realises you’re staring. He leans back against his seat, “see something you like?”.
“Uh, the cap looks good on you.” You mumble. His smirk widens and he reaches up to adjust it, “you like it?”
“Yeah, you’ve never looked better” You flirt back, not having a single clue where the confidence came from.
“Oh yeah?” His confidence matched yours. The scent of his cologne felt like it filled the van as he leaned towards you. “If you see something you like, maybe you should have it.”
His lips connected with yours softly, you froze for a moment- shocked before melting into it. One of Steve’s hands slid to the side of your face. He pulls back just enough to speak against your lips, “fuck it.” He pulls you into his lap with little to no effort before capturing your lips in another kiss. “Comfortable?” He asks, you nod in response- at a loss for words.
His grip tightens on your hips as he pulls you to grind against him. “You have no idea how many times I imagined doing this.” He whispers, stopping all movement.
You grind against him impatiently, causing his head to fall back against the van wall and him to illicit a low groan. “Fuck, yes- sweetheart.”
Steve goes to remove the cap- feeling as though it’s in the way, but you stop him. “No, the cap stays on.”
He smirks mischievously and continues to grind against you, his tongue sliding against yours.
You stand and climb over the seats into the back of the van, Steve following after you. His breath catches as he watches you drop to your knees infront of him, “you don’t have to..” he mumbles as you undo and tug his jeans down.
“I want to.” You whisper as your hands dig into his boxers, pulling them down.
“Jesus baby…” He wines as your lips meet his cock. He throws his head back, hitting the van wall as you take him into your mouth. “Holy shit” he curses under his breath. One hand grabs a fist full of your hair, pulling you down onto him. You gag as he pulls you further, and he lets out a load groan at the sound. “Goddamn..” he mumbles. You can tell he’s close when his low groans turn into whimpers and he can’t keep still. “Fuck baby-I’m gonna..”
His moans echoed throughout the van as he came down your throat. A smirk crossing his face as he watched you swallow it. “Holy shit, your amazing”
He reached for the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head before connecting his lips with yours. His hands I clasped your bra whilst kissing you before leaning back to slip it off.
He hooked his fingers into your waistband, pulling both your trousers and underwear down at the same time.
“Jesus Christ, sweetheart. Look at you.” He groans as he runs his fingers through your wet cunt. “Your fucking soaked.”
Your hips bucked as he slipped two fingers into you, the stretch eliciting a moan. He didn’t wait long before removing his fingers and lying you down on the van floor.
He barely gives you time to process what’s happening before he slams into you with one lengthy thrust. “You feel so good baby” he whines, a hand reaching beneath you and grasping your ass to lift your hips higher.
“Steve~” you moaned, hands scraping over his back. “Say my name again.” He whispered into your ear “Steve..” your legs began to shake as he pulled you closer and closer to the edge. He could feel your walls clenching around him, the feeling pushing the both of you over the edge at the same time. He collapsed backwards, kissing you softly.
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After getting dressed and sitting back in your seats you take the cap from him, placing it on your head. The van is quiet apart from the sound of both of yours breathing. He reaches out, snatching the hat back. “You know damn well it looks better on me, pretty girl.” He smirked, taking out his phone to see if he had signal yet. “Ah- signal. Let’s get out of here.” He says as he begin to ring for help.
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First ever time writing smut! Hope you like it, or at least don’t hate it 🤣.
Asks open if you want to see anything specific 😊.
some s2 Mike wheeler x reader fluff would be so cute!! maybe friends to lovers or protective mike? thanks!!
Don’t touch her || Mike wheeler x Genderneutral!reader
That’s such a cute idea. I didn’t know what gender you wanted so I just made reader GN! 🩷 Here’s Protective Mike 😛. Asks are open lovely’s xx
Summary: The party is hanging out at the arcade - and Mike knows Dustin likes you and thinks he’s getting too close for comfort.
Warnings: none
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It was a Friday night and the party was hanging out at the palace arcade. You were currently absolutely thrashing pac man, the party cheering you on until you eventually failed.
Dustin walked over to Dig Dug, one of his best games.
As he began to play you stood by his side, cheering him on within the intense atmosphere. What u don’t notice however, is the way Mike is looking between the pair of you. He noticed every time Dustin’s eyes lit up when u said his name, and the way his smile continued to grow bigger from your support.
“What’s going on with those two?” Mike grumbled to Will who just shrugged in response.
Mike was fighting to keep his jealousy under control. Mike has known Dustin liked you for a long time and it constantly got under his skin, especially considering no one knows the two of you were in a relationship. You had both decided to keep it a secret so that you don’t make things weird within the party.
He was keeping his jealousy under wraps until Dustin’s hand landed on your arm- an innocent gesture that completely riled him up. Mike walked over to the two of you, pulling you towards him and into his side- casually and slowly, in a way that seemed almost natural and rehearsed.
“Hey, love.” He whispered into your ear, hand slipping into yours.
“What are you doing?” You mumbled in response, checking to see if anyone had noticed- they definitely had. Lucas was smirking and whispering to Will. And Dustin had a look of shock on his face.
“What? Cant a guy hold his partners hand?” Mike asked, smirking.
“Partner?” The whole party replied, all displaying looks of shock.
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Hey so I really struggled with deciding how to end that so don’t attack me pls 🙏
dating to marry? i’m dating to bind our souls together eternally so we'll find each other lifetime after lifetime without an end.
I'm not just a bitch, I'm a bitch with a backstory
you know what, fuck it be free, keep reading that bad fan fiction, keep writing that bad fanfiction, keep using y/n, keep staying up to 4 a.m reading x reader, to be cringe is too be free
(just NO a.i)
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Megalist
Mike Wheeler
Broken (fluff)
Don’t touch her (fluff)
Steve Harrington
The hat stays on (smut)
Jonathan Byers
Rig ht person wrong time, right person right time. (Fluff)
Skirt (smut)
omg an established relationship fluff + party with mike wheeler x reader would be amazinggggg rn 🙏🙏
I’m here ~ Mike wheeler x reader
Season 3 Mike x reader
A/n: yes yes yes I loved this prompt. It was quite broad so i had a lot to work with I really hope you like this! Ik my name is wrong in the banner- it was a typo
Synopsis: The party are having a Halloween celebration and they decide to watch a horror movie. Whilst watching the movie You get scared but your boyfriend Mike is always by your side.
(There is no upside down/eleven etc in this fic. And Dustin is already back from camp)
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Warnings: none?? Includes a. Established relationship and fluff
There was a low hum coming from somewhere in the wheelers messy basement, although it couldn’t be heard over the intense noise of the party. Lucas and Dustin were arguing over which chocolate bar they prefer, as they do every year. Max was watching the duo with an entertained look across her face.
Mike and Y/n, who were sat next to eachother,were talking with Will about the latest DnD campaign. Mike’s arm was casually snaked around your waist and your hand was placed upon his shoulder.
Mike could subconsciously tell that you needed a drink, and so he passed you his can of Coca Cola. You smiled softly at him, indulging in how well you know each other when Lucas and Dustin start making kissy faces at you.
“Oh y/n I love you so much! I hope we’re together forever!” Lucas jokes.
“Well I hope we have like a bajillion kids- gosh Mike! I love you so much” Dustin laughed in response.
“Yeah, well when are we going to meet this Suzie you keep telling us about?” You retaliated, causing Dustin to blush.
“Soon my dear friend, soon”
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“Ooh! Let’s watch a horror movie!” Max suggested, the rest of the party agreeing- various different ways of saying yes spread around the room.
Everybody got comfortable within a spot on the floor or the sofas and Lucas inserted a tape into the Television, and it began to play.
As the movie continued you found yourself beginning to grow more and more unsettled as the main character began searching her house for the monster.
“Oh my god she’s so stupid! Why would u search for it? Just get out and run!” Will gasped.
Suddenly the monster jumped into the frame! You flinch, grasping mikes sleeve in your arm and leaning into him. His focus immediately shifts from the movie to you. One of his hands slipping into yours as the other began to switch between playing with ur hair and rubbing your back.
“Your okay, I’ve got you” he whispers, quiet enough that the rest of the party doesn’t notice. He pulls you into his chest and you nuzzle into him.
Dustin is about to start teasing the two of you for cuddling but Mike hushes him, pulling you closer- if that’s even possible and you fight to hide the blush that spreads across your face, making you thankful for the darkness of the wheelers basement for once.
At the end of the movie the party bursts into chatter again and you turn to your boyfriend to thank him, but you don’t have to. The look u give him says every thing he needs to know.
“You’re welcome, sweetheart” he whispers as he plants a soft kiss on your lips, before rejoining his conversation with Max and Lucas.
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