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BRIDGET REGAN AS MONICA STEVENS
-> The Rookie | 5.14 "Death Sentence"
i didnt forget that monica fic okay im writing itt, its for me and all the 5 monica simps on tumblr!!!
all yours tonight *࿐
NYLA HARPER X MONICA STEVENS (HARVENS)
tw; Monica Stevens, Nyla Harper, Nyla x Monica, Harvens/harevens, lesbians, wlw, kissing, cuddling/hugging, fluff, and love — (season 5; the rookie)
🕰️; again non proof read (i just scanned it this time im on a tight schedule this summer )
(🧡) requested by @getyoursorryasstomine
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summary: Monica was stuck at home working on a case, and once Nyla arrived home with files in her hands, they both agreed to take a break from work, together and they both end up asleep in bed.
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Monica comes home from a long week, along with being stuck at home with cases or at the LA attorney office, and even on call with Wesley talking about his court cases, Monica would do anything for a break.
with her lovely girlfriend, Nyla Harper.
Who was always busy at the station, barely sees her unless shes lucky and Nyla comes home into Monica’s arms. In which case, Nyla does come home for the long day.
Monica looks away from all the files on the dining table, and her eyes dart to the woman in front of the door.
“Hey, your finally home—“ and before she could’ve continued, her eyes dart to a scar on Nyla’s forehead. “Where did that come from? Are you okay?” Monica gets up from the table and approaches Nyla.
Nyla looks up at the taller woman before letting out a small hiss when Monica touches the scar, she pulls her hand away from a scar and apologizes, “im sorry darling..”
Nyla sighs before her mouth open to talk, “its fine, could we..” Monica lips curl into a smile before cutting Nyla’s sentence, “yes I can, ill fix you a bath, fix the wound and turn on your favorite show. Law and Order.”
Nyla chuckles before her arms wrap around Monica’s waist. “Come join me, it wouldn’t hurt.” Her smile turns into a smirk before Monica’s cheeks turn red and she chuckles back.
“Relax, you just arrived from whatever crime you were sent to fix.” Her hands rub the sides of Nyla’s waist causing the brunette to pull back and walk towards the bathroom. “If you say so Stevens.”
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Once Nyla finished her bath, she was now out of her dirty clothes and in fresh, clean clothes. Her hair in a low bun, face slightly moisturized.
She found Monica sitting on the couch with a gray blanket sitting apon her lap, her red hair resting on her shoulder, Monica turns away from the tv and sees Nyla.
“Cmere..” Monica’s voice soft, her eyes stare at the scar on Nyla’s forehead, Nyla chuckles before resting herself on Monica’s lap, on the coffee table there was a small towel that looked damp.
Monica grabs the towel and uses it to pat the scar, the warm feeling makes Nyla slightly shiver before she sighs.
“Thank you..” Nyla’s eyes close, leaning into the warm towel. Monica watches the brunette relax, and decides to steal a kiss from her.
When Nyla felt the kiss, she didn’t pull away but instead sigh, leaning into the kiss before her eyes open and she watches Monica pull away.
“Anything for my detective.” Monica mutters before her cheeks flush red, she places the towel down onto the table before grabbing a small kit of medical supplies, fixing Nyla’s scar.
Nyla sighs before resting her body against the couch, letting Monica to her magic.
Once Monica finished, Nyla turns on the tv to watch ‘Law and Order’ specifically the Special Victims Unit, it was the one show that Nyla watched after work.
Unless Monica had Tom and Jerry on.
Nyla’s eyes on the tv while her head was rested on Monica’s lap, letting the red-hair woman run her fingers through her brunette hair.
Before the intro ended, Nyla felt Monica shiver. She sits up before turning her body to Monica, “Are you cold? I remembered you having a blanket on your lap earlier no?..” Nyla looks at Monica up and down before seeing Monica nod.
Monica pauses the show, her eyes turning to see Nyla get up and walk towards the bedroom. A few minutes later, a big black blanket was thrown on top of both women, the gray blanket back inside their bedroom.
Monica preferred the black blanket since it was used for any chill day.
Nyla rest her body apon Monica’s lap, and Monica’s arms wrapped around her detective’s waist, her head in the crook of Nyla’s head and shoulder.
“You’re warm..” Monica sighs before Nyla’s hands pat Monica’s, “I am, aren’t I?” Nyla chuckled. Her small laugher fills the room before Monica smiles, even if Nyla couldn’t see her smiling — she still felt it.
Monica’s grip tightens before she feels Nyla’s hands on top of hers, she turns her hands to hold the other woman’s hand.
“I don’t ever, want to lose you.” Monica whispers to Nyla before Nyla whispers back. “You won’t, ill make sure of it.” Monica smiles before her lips start to nibble on Nyla’s neck, slightly marking her.
“good.” Monica mutters against her neck. “better pinky promise me.”
“Pinky promise.” Nyla chuckles before she feels Monica’s pinky lock with hers from under the blanket which was keeping them warm from the weather outside.
A minute passes before Nyla wonders and asks, “What have you been up today?” Her eyes dart at the TV in from of her before Monica groans,
“cases, that I still haven’t finished— but they don’t matter as much as you do..” Nyla smiles widely before leaning back against Monica.
“You flirt,” Nyla giggled before she continues to focus on the show that was playing on the screen in front of the couple.
As the show goes on, Nyla dozes off, her body going limp against Monica. Who caught on and a short laughter comes out of her mouth, “sleepy head.”
Monica leans to the side and grabs the remove next to them before turning the tv off. She gently moved Nyla to lay on the couch before getting up, she stretches before turning back to look at Nyla, sleeping and her arms slightly curled up towards her chest and the black blanket on top of her
She folds the black blanket, putting on the coffee table, then carries Nyla up into her arms and walks towards the bedroom.
Once Nyla was on the bed from the small trip, Monica lets out a sigh before whispering against Nyla’s head, “Goodnight, dear..”
Monica then walks out to turn off all the lights before walking back into the bedroom to close the door behind her and turning off the light, she strides toward the bedside, fixing her messy hair into a bun and turning on the lamp near by. The warm light fills the room, resting apon Nyla’s face.
Monica lays next to Nyla, the gray blanket on top of the two, she shifts over to move closer to Nyla. Her arms once again, around her detective. Her hands crawl under Nyla’s shirt before she kisses her head. The moon quietly shines into the room, slightly shining into the bedroom, leading to the slumber of both women.
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🧡; word count: 1.1k
thank you again to @getyoursorryasstomine for requesting ! i love writing for you whenever i get the chance and deepest apologies again for taking a long long time 🥹
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the stress will eventually go away *࿐
HAREVENS/HARVENS REQUEST 🤍
— requested by @getyoursorryasstomine
tw: nyla harper, monica stevens, harvens/harevens, lesbian sex, smut, sexual content, kissing, tongue, oral, fingering, thigh riding, hair tugging, marking, and non proof read
pov: 2nd pov of course
🗒️ : that this took a while and my deepest apologies 🥹 and honestly ive been procrastinating.. been busy w/ my personal life of course !! and ya no im just gonna stick to not using small font i get overstimulating doing all this on moblie.
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summary: Nyla and Monica started dating ever since Prague, but they haven’t told a single person. One late night, Nyla was in the living room working on a case when Monica comes in stressed out, Nyla finds a way to get rid of Monica’s stress which led to their first time having sex.
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Nyla was at her apartment wearing a white lacy panties and a oversized green shirt. Finishing up with her work from the station, and while she was sitting on the couch, the door opens up to Monica who had a frown on her face.
Nyla looks up from the folder in front of her and her eyes roam Monica’s body before stopping at her face and asks “What’s wrong?” Nyla tilts her head a little before Monica groans and sits down next to Nyla,
Monica turns to face Nyla before snuggling closer to her, “everything, im so tired of this task-force and everyone— everyone is so annoying—“ she cuts herself off before she makes eye contact with Nyla.
“Not you, you’re lovely and my everything.” Monica smiles before kissing her cheek, Nyla smiles before holding her close, “I know a way to get rid of the stress.”
Monica’s cheek flush before letting Nyla’s hand slip onto Monica’s wrist, holding her hands above her head, resting apon the couch and Nyla’s legs around her thighs.
Monica lets out a whimper before her cheeks flush.
a soft ‘yeah?’ comes out of Monica’s mouth before her eyes close, Nyla’s lips lay apon hers. Monica relaxes into the kiss, she tries to take her hands back but Nyla’s grip tighten before she lets go.
“ma femme, est-ce que tu veux mon amour?” Monica mutters before her hands move onto Nyla’s waist, using her thumbs to rub the skin under her shirt.
“fuck, you know I can’t speak french—” Nyla whimpers gently before moaning from the touch Monica was giving her,
“you understand me, right ma chérie?” Monica leans into Nyla’s ear, whispering those words before she slowly starts to kiss Nyla’s neck.
“yeah.. yeah.” Nyla softly moans, leaning her head back — giving Monica more access to her neck.
Monica’s tongue drags across Nyla’s neck, and her hands crawl up onto Nyla’s breasts, her fingers capture the hard nipples which were now inbetween her fingers.
“oh my gosh..” nyla breathes before arching her whole body into Monica, she slowly starts to grind against the redhead’s thigh, her pussy getting wetter and wetter,
“you taste so sweet, ai ma charie— tu es trempé, je sens ton humidité.” Monica moans, watching Nyla grind her pussy on her thigh.
She takes off Nyla’s shirt. Lifting her hands above her head to remove her green and to reveal the white lacy bra with a small bow on the top.
Monica moves her hand onto the back of Nyla’s head and tugs her head hack, hearing a groan come from Nyla.
“Fuck— are you punishing me for no reason?” Nyla looks down at Monica, who lets out a smirk and tilts her head to the side.
“Maybe—“ Monica gets cut off by Nyla’s hand, her fingers rubbing the tip of Monica’s nipple which was hard.
“ouais… ne t’arrête pas, si vous plaît..” Monica groans, her head resting apon the couch. Her eyes close, and her hands slip off.
“such a lucky girl aren’t you?” Nyla whispers into Monica’s ear, and all Monica could say was a soft whimper.
“im a lucky girl—“ Monica moans when Nyla’s hand moves pass her pants and into her panties, her fingers capture Monica’s clit, rubbing the flesh inbetween her fingers. Pushing her pants and underwear down off of her, slowly but surely.
“if you want me to stop, ill stop.” Nyla mutters but Monica lets out a moan and barks, “I don’t want you to stop, never. please, please don’t even think about stopping..”
And Nyla slowly moves into the other woman even more, her fingers enter inside of Monica. The warmth feels soft and she curls her fingers.
Monica’s moan fills the room, and she quickly grips onto Nyla’s waist. Her red-polished nails dig into her waist, leaving a mark.
“fuck, please— please don’t— ne pas arrêter!” Monica’s voice soft, so needy and desperate for Nyla’s attention and love.
“I wasn’t thinking about it.” Nyla’s lips curl into a smile and her fingers curl much faster, “don’t act so shy now, baby.” Nyla purrs, which Monica groans, grinding into Nyla’s fingers, wanting more and more attention.
“How— ugh!~ are you this good?—“ Monica moans, her eyes heavy and her head, she lifts her head to looking up at Nyla.
“What can I say? Being undercover has its advantages.” Nyla winks before she uses her other hand to squeeze Monica’s breast.
“Oui! Je besoin plus Nyla!” Monica grunted, her pussy becoming more wetter, she could feel herself getting closer and closer.
Nyla pulls her fingers out, making Monica whimper and shake slightly before panting, “ai, pourquoi t’arrête??” She pouts.
Nyla moves onto the floor, and spreads Monica’s legs. “You’ll see,” she purrs before running her tongue across Monica’s folds, leading her to shiver.
“Merde..” Monica hissed, her hands now grabbing Nyla’s head, digging her fingers inbetween the other woman’s hair.
Nyla groans, vibrating against Monica making her feel warm and wet, her eyes now shut from the heat inside of her.
“I feel so fucking close, ma chérie..” Monica whimpers before Nyla’s tongue does a lap around her pussy. Monica shakes and come against Nyla’s head.
“Putain!” Monica groans, her body shakes from the feeling, and Nyla’s face now damp from Monica’s squirt.
Nyla looks up at Monica, who’s eyes open up and she turns down to look at Nyla. “What?” Nyla looks at her before Monica leans down, capturing Nyla’s lips to taste herself.
Nyla moans against the kiss, their tongues battling against eachother, before Nyla pulls back to sit next to Monica.
“You’re shaking, was I to rough?” Nyla’s gaze soften at Monica’s shaken up body, but Monica just chuckles before pinning Nyla against the couch.
“You were perfect, especially for our first..” Monica purred before dragging herself down to Nyla’s neck, her mouth lays apon Nyla’s neck.
Monica slowly hold onto Nyla’s waist and the back of her neck to gain more access, her teeth softly bite down on her neck, leaving a mark.
“Are you trying to get me fired?—“
“Non, c’est juste une petite marque.” Monica breathed against her girlfriend’s neck, not trying to push any buttons of hers.
“nevermind— just don’t let me go.” Nyla sighs before Monica’s fingers rub her nipples, making her groan and arch into her touch.
“You know I can’t keep my hands off of you,” Monica cooed, before her takes her mouth away from Nyla’s neck to suck on her breast instead.
Monica’s ocean eyes darted into Nyla’s brown eyes before her free hand moves to her pussy, teasing her clit.
“Fuck!” Nyla hissed, her eyes close shut from Monica’s delicate— well more damp fingers. Her fingers curl and her nails slightly dig, giving Nyla slight pain,
“my nails— as tu mal..?” Monica’s voice soft, she quickly slows down to let Nyla take a breather.“No, just keep going.. please..” Nyla murmured, her cheeks flushed from earlier and even now.
Monica fingers curl much faster after Nyla’s words enter her ears, making Nyla groan from the touch and the speed the redhead’s fingers curled inside of her.
“M-Monica!” She groan, “please, don’t stop— make me come.” Nyla whimpers, her eyes shut from the touch.
“Are you close, ma belle?” she purrs, “being such a good, good girl.” Monica praised, her hair down and apon Nyla.
Before Nyla knew, she came. Her moan filled the living room, and her fingers curled against Monica’s wrist. “im sorry—“ her legs shake from the release.
“Ma femme, its okay..” Monica tilts her head and her lips curl into a smile, cheeks flush and both women sweating from the heat that had filled the room.
“Plus, I very much enjoyed this, being it our first together..” Monica softly lays her lips apon Nyla’s kissing her with such care and tenderness. “Shall we rest and stay?”
“Yes, oh gosh yes.” Nyla snuggle into Monica before her arms wrap around the redhead’s waist. “please.” Monica chuckled before placing herself on top of Nyla..
“you definitely took my stress away from today,” Monica sighed, she looked up at Nyla. Resting her chin on Nyla chest.
“And you distracted me from a case, the folder is on the table and—“
“Blaming me when you wanted to take my stress away..”
“Lucky you, let’s just sleep tonight.” Nyla smiles, she leans forward to kiss Monica’s nose.
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word count: 1.3k 😅 i feel like ive been doing worse lately.. IM SO SORRY
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Summary: Monica enjoying a cozy night in her room when Nyla comes in. Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, and Smut.
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It was 11 pm.
Monica was currently buried under the covers, wearing a pair of pink striped pajamas.
Yet another Tom and Jerry compilation was playing on the computer, showing on the projector in the room she and Nyla slept in daily.
Nyla walked into the bedroom, wearing a white silk negligee with a hem that revealed the top of her breasts.
Her hair was in a bun, lips glossy with Vaseline. "Someone's comfortable."
Monica smirked, "I'd be even more comfortable with you in bed, naked with whipped cream and cherries on top."
Nyla chuckled, "That sounds tempting," and curled up under the covers. She made herself comfortable in Monica's arms. "Let's do that tomorrow. And then later, I can cuff you to the headboard and have my way with you."
"What a lovely way to spend the night together."
"Mhm…"
Monica and Nyla shared a chaste kiss on the lips. Quick yet loving.
Nyla caressed Monica's hair as they continued to watch the skits.
She knew that house arrest was far from the redhead's favorite thing, but was proud of her for getting through it along with everything else.
And soon enough, she'll be free and happy.
Monica was still feeling terrified, sad, all the emotions. But the one thing that felt the most right now was loved.
Loved by Nyla, by Wesley. By so many people.
"You're safe," she heard Nyla murmur, "No one will hurt you. Never again. I won't let anyone hurt you."
"I know…"
Monica kissed Nyla's forehead, "I love you so much."
"I love you too. More than you'll ever know."
Nyla held Monica tightly, burying her face in the crook of her neck to truly feel at home.
Monica felt tears fall down her eyes, letting out a small sob. She buried her face in Nyla's chest, letting out everything she had held in.
Nyla caressed Monica's hair, leaving a kiss on her head. She inhaled her fiancée's scent, "You smell so good."
A chuckle echoed from Monica's lips. Nyla always made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.
They watched the rest of the compilation in bed, still cuddling under the covers.
After finishing, Nyla turned off the projector and the computer. "You want some tea or something to eat? There are still leftovers muffins that we made together a few days ago."
Monica smirked, "Well that wasn't the only thing we made in the kitchen that day."
Nyla rolled her eyes, but chuckled. "Shut up."
Monica chuckled and kissed her fianceé's head again. "I already ate dinner a while ago, but I could use some dessert."
And she lifted the brunette's silk negligee and took off her panties before…
Nyla threw her head back, moaning and pulling at Monica's hair.
Minutes later she was close and came in the redhead's mouth.
Monica laid on her side of the bed and gazed at Nyla with a smile. "How was that?"
Nyla was catching her breath, "Good," she panted. "Still hungry?"
"Oh, I am more than satisfied."
The redhead leaned in to kiss the brunette, pecking her lips before watching her leave.
Nyla went to pee and drink some water from the kitchen. She thought about bringing that muffin anyway just in case Monica got hungry, so she took one.
But when the detective walked back into, the former lawyer was already fast asleep.
Nyla chuckled. Good thing the muffin she brought was stored in a container. She left it on the nightstand before curling back up under the covers.
Monica pulled Nyla into her arms to cuddle with her, while the latter moved closer to her touch.
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evil or not she's hot asf 🤷♀️
#BUSSANUTTT 👅
Wheelers, Always Toward Byers.
It is a law of physics specific to Hawkins, Indiana: a Wheeler in motion will always gravitate toward a Byers at rest. It is inevitable. It is magnetic.
The tragedy, however, lies not in the attraction, but in the collision.
Karen felt it first, a pull toward the chaotic, frantic warmth of Joyce, a heat that arrived too early, in a year that had no language for it. It was 1959, and wanting the wrong thing was not romantic, it was dangerous. Desire did not make you brave then, it made you disappear.
So she learned control. She pressed her longing flat beneath ice water and perfectly ironed tablecloths, beneath marriage licenses and Sunday smiles. Silence was not cowardice. It was survival. And she chose it.
Nancy felt it next, but by then she already knew how these stories ended. Hawkins is quieter, heavier, and Jonathan stands in front of her with the same love he’s always had, and the same inability to meet her future where it is. The breakup is not explosive. It is careful. Adult. Almost gentle. That is what makes it hurt.
She ends it because she finally understands what love alone cannot fix. Staying would mean shrinking her ambition, softening her edges, pretending that proximity is the same as alignment. Nancy Wheeler walks away not because the bond wasn’t real, but because she refuses to inherit her mother’s silence in a different decade. She chooses forward motion, even when it costs her someone she loved, a resolution made with open eyes.
And then there is Mike. Poor Mike.
He grows up watching silence masquerade as stability. He learns early that love is something you manage, not something you confess.
Wanting too much, he is taught, is how families fracture.
So when he stands in front of Will Byers, when the pull becomes undeniable, Michael does what his mother taught him without words. He smiles. He hesitates. He waits for the feeling to pass. Where Karen buried herself in duty, Michael buries himself in delay, and calls it patience.
A Wheeler may fall for a Byers, but they are never meant to remain.
The love is real. The leaving is, too.
Her puppy dog eyes are the most prettiest thing ever please I can’t 🥹🥹
i think later i will do some joyren hcs i have im my head bc they’ve been consuming my thoughts lately