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[kissmxcheek]

Flash & Focus - series masterlist - COMPLETE

series description: new to metropolis and the daily planet, you find yourself falling for your deskmate, Clark Kent, who you're convinced will never look your way. a rescue from attempted mugging becomes many late nights spent with superman on your apartment balcony... god why does he seem so familiar?

warnings/tags: use of yn, fluff, angst, ..serious tension, lois lane supremacy:)

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part 1 - 2k words

part 2 - 5k words

part 3 - 3k words

part 4 - 2k words

part 5 - 3k words

(part 6 teaser)

part 6 - 5k words

(part 7 teaser)

part 7 - 7k words

(part 8 teaser)

part 8 - 8k words

(part 9 teaser)

part 9 - 6k words

disclaimer !! please read

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a/n: it's finally here! pls pls comment any suggestions you have for where the story should go and dms are open if you'd like the proofread or see the next part early 👀 thank u lovelies for letting me b creative (and take my sweet time writing lol)

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[vivyoi]

2000 watts.

mature!michael jackson x nanny!fem reader

—summary: you’re michael jackson’s nanny and have been for almost a year, you built a strong relationship with him by caring deeply for his children. but when you mention that you have a date coming up, michael can’t bare to lose you.

—warnings!: smut, unprotected p in v, breeding kink, jealous!michael and softdom!michael, reader is referred as (Name) and not Y/N. angst, reader is an overthinker.

—this is my first ever fanfic, please be nice when giving criticism! :)

⋆｡°✩ AUTHORS NOTE: this was heavily inspired by seeing a drabble (idk the @ i’m so sorry) and i just couldn’t shake if off my mind! if anyone can find the original person who made this idea please let me know!

It’s been almost a year since you’ve been hired to be Michael Jackson’s nanny, you’ll never forget when you were told the information as you felt happiness dawn onto you, you’ve always admired him as an artist and a person but to also have the opportunity to care for his children was bittersweet.

So quickly you’ve bonded with his children, whether it came to playing hide or seek or just simply attending doctor’s appointments with them if Michael was busy you quickly became a person that Michael trusts so deeply. As not only you care for his children but also him too.

You would worry if he couldn’t sleep at night sometimes due to stress or if sometimes he needed a break due to over working himself, you would even stay overnight before going home to make sure Michael was okay, you cared deeply enough about him and couldn’t bare to see him struggle alone.

So fast forward a couple months and you also immediately notice your growing attraction for Michael, obviously millions of women were obsessed with him and you don’t blame them I mean look at him. But it also wasn’t just that, it was how he treated you with respect and how he always offered to help you with anything if he noticed you were struggling or if you were in your head. You also notice the large guilt pore into your head everytime you would get butterflies in your stomach around him or the arousal between your legs blossoming everytime he would look focused on something. You knew it was wrong, you were just his nanny to his children and nothing more.

So when a couple weeks ago you were sitting in the kitchen island, cooking dinner for him and his children, he asked you randomly “(Name), would you ever have kids of your own?” You didn’t think much of it and responded “Yes, of course it’s the reason why I even nanny.” He looked at you with a glimmer in his eyes, what you didn’t notice was the nasty thoughts he had in his mind of potentially giving you kids, his kids.

Michael trusted you heavily, and it was hard for him to trust people since he was done wrong by many people in his life. When you came into the picture, you changed his life for the better. He hasn’t met anyone who cared for him deeply as you care for him to, he also doesn’t feel the need to hide himself around you as you guys can talk about pretty much anything, he knew you were beautiful and had a life ahead of you.

But there was a selfish part of Michael that wanted you all to himself, sometimes he even wanted to offer if you wanted to move into his house, of course he was too shy to ask you so he never did. But you never judged him or made him feel uncomfortable at all. You were always there helping and being kind. Which is why he’d began to develop strong feelings towards you. I mean he already thought you were beautiful when he first saw you, but when he saw your character and how you treated him and his children, he couldn’t ignore the increase rhythm of his heartbeat everytime he saw you, or how nervous he would get around you.

To put it into words, You were someone that was too important, he couldn’t lose you. Which is why when he found out from you that you were going on a date tonight with some random shmuck, he couldn’t help but feel the aching feeling of his chest blossom.

“Michael?” You began to say his name out loud, how this conversation started was pretty normal, you began telling, no rambling him about how Prince kept making Paris cry by stealing her book and he began chuckling about how funny his kids were and how funny your storytelling was, But besides that a pit in your stomach began to grow slowly as you had to approach the topic of updates in your life, Even though you and Michael would talk about how his kids were today, you would also talk about any other things going on in life.

So when you mentioned that you would have a date tonight and that you couldn’t stay a bit longer you were too scared to see his reaction.

This all started when your friend said that being inlove with a man too famous for you would never work out got in your head, you started wondering: Should I move on from my embarrassing attraction to Michael? He wouldn’t even look my way. Which made you start to embrassingly drift away from him little by little, a couple of days you went home till the end of your shift and instead of staying longer to care or talk to Michael you went home immediately. Michael noticed, he assumed he did something wrong but was too afraid or embarrassed to talk to you about it, thinking he was overreacting. So when you realize that little things like that may blur the professional line between being a nanny to someone that could be inlove, you drifted away.

So you ask your friend to help find you a date, someone who can take your mind off of Michael, you needed to move on. You couldn’t bare losing your job as his nanny but also not being able to be around him and your late night conversations. So when your friend set you up with a guy, specifically a pre-school teacher, you accepted and began distancing away from him little by little.

Back to the present, as you explain to Michael in a steady voice on your date that your friend set you up with, you couldn’t help but notice how quiet Michael was, he looked down but seem to be focusing on something, which is why you muttered “Michael?” To see if he was still listening. “Yes? Oh I’m sorry I was zoned out a bit.” You could tell when Michael was lying, he wasn’t exactly great at it but you brushed it past when he says “Is he a good person? Is he handsome?.” He starts asking you questions on your date. Simply you couldn’t help but feel heat rise to your face when he kept asking about your date. Did he care? it made you squeal internally as the butterflies in your stomach began to grow.

“Well.” You chuckled “I haven’t seen him yet, all I know is that he’s a pre-school teacher, so atleast he also cares about kids like I do.”

Michael felt his heart drop when you said that, not only does you and your date’s interest align, but you also seemed happy when it did, He couldn’t help but wonder in his head as his as his eyes darken with jealousy, It should be him that should take you on that date.

“Anyway,” You began to switch the topic, even though the vibe clearly shifted, you switched the topic about other things redirecting what you and the kids did today when Michael was busy having a interview, but you couldn’t help and notice Michael’s face, it looked like he was a bit heartbroken. Nah there’s no way and you’re just being delusional, right?

Slowly, you check the time and see that it’s 4PM, you remember that the date is tonight at some fancy restaurant at 7PM, so you told to Michael that you would be leaving and heading out a bit earlier.

Before you grab your keys and clothes, Michael blurts out, “If he doesn’t treat you right tonight (Name), call me.” You immediately noticed his shy face after saying that, but you couldn’t help feel the heat rising to your face as the butterflies in your stomach intensified, You immediately snapped out of it remembering you are just his nanny and nothing more.

“Of course Michael, I’ll tell you everything, see you later!” You say in your usual cheery tone hopefully he doesn’t notice you’re flustered reaction to his words, you leave and take one last look at Michael, it’s like he wanted to reach out to you saying “Don’t go, stay with me, be mine.” But you were probably just being delusional again. Snapping out of it you finally walk away and head home.

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As soon as you get home, you immediately go take a shower, It’s been a while since you’ve went on a date. It isn’t that men wouldn’t find you unattractive it’s since that life as been so busy that the last time you went on a date was a couple years ago, which wasn’t even a good experience since nothing got out of it. Maybe subconsciously you also haven’t went on a date this past couple of months due to your strong feelings of Michael, but of course you would never admit that.

You got out of the shower and immediately began working on your hair, it takes a while when it comes to your hair so you get it out of the way first and then start your makeup, you couldn’t help but feel the anxious feeling in your stomach progress each minute you would continue getting ready, you kept giving yourself affirmations internally, a habit you picked up from Michael. You would always notice he would have sticky notes on his mirror like “You are beautiful, Talented.” and more, you picked up that habit to based off the time you spent with him.

Finally, when you finished your makeup it was time for the outfit, you spent 30 minutes finding a fancy outfit that you could wear to the date, you wished you had time to go shopping before all of this because you genuinely hated some of the clothes you had in your closet.

Nether less, you end up with a black dress that fit your curves perfectly, you take one final look in the mirror seeing how beautiful you were, you couldn’t help but subconsciously wonder what would Michael think about how you look? You obviously brush it off thinking how stupid and delusional that was and head out.

You eventually arrived at the restaurant at 6:40PM, patiently waiting for your date you arrive, you weren’t expecting to come so early so you were a bit embarrassed as you entered in the restaurant as the waitress sat you down and complimented your outfit by saying “Who’s the lucky man cause damn girl.” You laughed as you were thankful and complimented her back and she leads you to your seat for the night.

You kept checking the watch on your wrist, 6:55. I mean your friend did say he would arrive at 7 so you eventually tried to play time off by looking at the menu 10 times when you decided what you were going to eat 5 minutes ago, ordering a water, and maybe silently observing all the fancy couples around you.

Finally, 7:00 hit on your watch as you kept looking through the door, seeing some random man walk in, you thought that was your date you were happy to see he was handsome but unfortunately he goes up to another woman with a bouquet of flowers, embarrassed you decided to stop looking at the door and try to observe anything, even the scenery of the restaurant at this point.

Then later on 7:30 hit, you didn’t even realize 30 minutes passed as the waitress came up to you asking what you wanted to eat, of course you were starting to get hungry so you ordered something off the menu as you were starting to get embarrassed, did the man your friend set you up with stand you up? You gave a chance of hope in your mind that maybe he was going through traffic or some part of you thought that he saw you and left because he wasn’t attracted to you. You never really had great experience with men so you didn’t know what to do and start overthinking.

Your thoughts got cut off when the waitress brings you your food and you begin to eat, you didn’t even have the appetite anymore due to how anxious and embarrassed you were, you were trying not to tear up and put a strong face as you also notice some people in the restaurant look at you in pity. It was humiliating, you check your watch again and it’s officially 7:56. You didn’t even finish your food as you left the cash on the table and walk out the restaurant, saying goodbye to the waitress that complimented you, she gives you a sad but understanding look and you walk out.

You immediately sat in your car and began to tear up, it wasn’t the fact that you were only humiliated but the pity looks that the people gave you in the restaurant, the way you took time getting ready just to get stood up, and finally the reason why you did all of this was to take your mind off your embarrassing crush you have on Michael.

That’s when you start to get even more sad, as one single tear slides down your cheek, you did all of this to try to get off your crush on Michael, knowing your just his nanny and nothing more by listening to your friends advice. You’ll never forget your friend, the one who set you up with the date saying “Girl, he’s too famous for you he’ll probably just use you and leave you.” Obviously you ignored it, Michael would never do that he was too nice—Too pure. But you couldn’t help but start overthinking that you were blurring between the boundary of something professional, the highlights of your job working for him was not just nannying his kids, but also the late night conversations you guys would have about anything.

He made you feel safe, understood, and most of all he listened to you ramble about stupid stuff. He was too nice to you and you couldn’t bare seeing with him struggle with things alone, you always let him know if he needed someone to talk to you were always here, or even sometimes sleeping over if the late night conversations lasted till the morning. You guys could talk forever and not feel judged by one another. that’s when your attraction for him grew immensely deeper, it wasn’t just a silly crush, it was love.

So as you’re thinking about Michael, you remember the thing he said to you earlier today, “If he doesn’t treat you right (Name), call me.” You immediately turn the engine on your car, hitting the gas. You couldn’t just call him, You needed to talk to him in person. It felt he was the only one who could comfort you in this moment as you think embarrassingly.

You drive into the familiar drive way of his large house as you had to still present your ID to the bodyguard infront of you, of course they knew you but it was protocol to protect the world’s most famous man.

You walk in the familiar gates of the house as you reach the front door, you walk in as you see Michael sitting on the couch reading something, so you were a bit embarrassed when he turned his head when the door opened and saw you.

Michael saw you in the beautiful black dress you were in that hugged your curves perfectly, the beautiful hairstyle and makeup you put yourself in, but even though the build of arousal become rising when he saw you, he immediately noticed the sad/disappointed look you had on your face.

“What happened (Name)?” he asks in his soft spoken voice, You immediately look embarrassed as you said “My date stood me up.” You say casually, knowing 10 minutes ago you shed a tear about it.

“That idiot stood you up? Where he live? I have a couple words for him.” He says. You chuckle as you respond “I don’t even know since it’s technically a blind date.” You say, you also follow up with “But it was so embarrassing, the pity looks from everyone felt suffocating.” You then explained how deeply you felt embarrassed about this whole fiasco. You then proceeded to look at Michael’s face. His eyes darkening as you kept rambling on how upset and embarrassed you were tonight.

What you didn’t notice was how Michael was thinking the most disgusting things in his mind, he obviously was listening but he kept looking at you with a sick darkness behind his eyes, he wanted to do all types of sinful things as you look effortlessly beautiful in that black dress hugging your curves. He wanted to do everything with you specifically so badly it hurts, obviously he ignored the hardening of his lower half as you kept rambling about how upset you were.

He also couldn’t even process how an idiot could stand you up like that, you were one of the most nicest and kindest people he’s ever met, He couldn’t help but feel a burning anger in his stomach develop as your pretty face being expressed with more and more sadness as you continue to explain the embarrassing situation that happened to you. Obviously he was a gentleman but when it came to you he didn’t care.

“Michael?” You cut out of his thoughts with your voice, god your voice turned him on even more, you didn’t know the sinful things he was thinking in his mind as he tried to tone them down.

However, you weren’t stupid, you knew Michael was thinking of something, you just didn’t know specifically what. You joked as you said “You know, if you wanna know something I don’t think I would’ve enjoyed the date anyway.” You say shyly. You immediately see Michael’s head pop up and for a second you see a glimmer in his eyes, but you brush it off thinking that you’re being delusional again. You immediately realize the weight of your words as you were about to apologize when Michael sits closer to you and asks “Why?”

You couldn’t help but inhale the smell of cologne coming off of him, he always smelt so nice but in this sense it made the arosual between your legs deepen even more. Of course you brushed it off as you begin to think of any excuse in the book “W-well I didn’t know if-“ “Was it because of me?” Michael asks, his voice dropping an octave which makes you get turned on even more, but of course the horror you realized when you had to answer the question. It was because of him and you knew, and you had a feeling he knew as-well. But would you admit it or shy away from it?

You shyly admitted “Yea, it was because of you Michael.” In a soft whisper. That’s the confirmation he needed as his hands cupped your jaw, “May I?” He asks, Your foreheads touching as you whisper “But I’m your nanny..I’m scared of losing this, losing us.” You didn’t care how desperate you sounded. You didn’t want to fuck up anything just because you needed some friction between your legs. He softly whispered “Baby, you’re more than that, every night all the sinful things I do to myself are because of you, I’m obsessed with you and always have been.” That’s what you needed to finally close the distance between you too.

Your mouths swirling against eachother, at first soft and sweet but then it becomes steamy as your tongues fight back and forth with each other, he goes to kiss down your jaw and neck which make you utter out a moan, but when he notices the tear slid down your cheek he asks “Are you okay? Are you comfortable? I won’t make you do something you don’t want to do.” He immediately stops, you say in a vulnerable whisper:

“I’m scared Michael, I don’t want to ruin us.” You didn’t know what would happen after tonight, would you still just be his nanny or something more. He says in a vulnerable whisper “(Name), you are everything to me. I love you.” You couldn’t help as you continue to kiss him even more as he effortlessly carries you to the bedroom.

He then goes to put you gently on the bed as you begin to take off his shirt slowly, you kiss him again as you kisses keep going down and down until you get to the lower part of his abdomen, as you were about to take off his boxers he stops you and says, “Let me please you first.” You didn’t fight as you slowly take off your dress revealing the matching lingerie under the dress, His eyes darken as he says “You wore this for him?” He then begins to turn you around effortlessly and put his thumb on your clit, you immediately let out a whimper as you finally are experienced the friction you needed.

“So wet just for’ me.” He says in a deep voice, you moan as he takes off your panties and sticks one finger in there slowly curling his fingers as it hit the spot while his thumbs rub your clit, you begin to moan “D-don’t stop oh gosh-“ You continue to moan as he inserts another long finger inside of you and then three. “O-oh yes please d-don’t stop.” You say while moaning

You feel the orgasm begin to creep up on you, your walls tightening as you feel the coil unraveling when you finally reach your peak, your legs begin to shake as your body clamps up and Michael immediately licks the juices that come out of you. “Mm so good.” As you continue heavy breathing after the euphoric feeling your body just experienced, you immediately want him to feel better to. You kiss him like you were hungry as you begin to push him onto the bed pulling off his boxers

You already notice the precum leaking out of him a you tease him with “Just for me..?” He looks at you laughing as you begin to suck and move up and down praising his length, you hear him whimper and moan, it turned you on even more when you realized how vocal he was which made you continue even more, “O-oh baby i’m so close-“ He muttered out whimpering and moaning even more as he reaches his peak you immediately swallow it down proudly like a full-course meal as you look up and give him a hungry kiss.

He then picks you up and begins to kiss you even harder, he then starts to ask you in a soft voice “Is this okay? If you want me to stop we can stop.” You immediately interrupt with a desperate tone as you say “I don’t care come in me I need to feel you.” He inserts it in as you feel his length, “G-god you’re so big fuck.” You moan out loud, he begins to go slow and steady which makes you moan even louder

As he begins to go faster you feel the orgasm begin to climb up in your body as your walls tighten against him, he moans as he says “I-i’m almost there O-oh god baby can I come inside?” You immediately say “Yes.” as he kisses you hungrily as he pounds into you harder. You feel the coil in your stomach begin to unwind as you both come at the same time moaning heavily

You feel thick hot come spill inside you as you moan even louder, you couldn’t help but kiss him again as he finally pulls out, both heavy breathing like you both just ran a marathon. You couldn’t help but giggle lightly to yourself as the euphoric feeling began to die down, you realize the heavy situation dawned on you.

You immediately get up to go to the bathroom and begin to tear up, You just realized you completely destroyed the line of professional. Obviously he wanted this too but now you were convinced you ruined everything.

You walk out and see Michael sleep peacefully, You didn’t know if you could stay so you dressed up and quickly left, tears burning in your eyes, you didn’t know what you were going to do tomorrow, would you guys talk about it? will you have to sign an NDA or something? you begin to feel hot tears slip out even more as you begin to drive home. Not sure what you were going to do tomorrow.

You put the keys as you enter your apartment, as you begin to sob even more when you take off the clothes you wore tonight, you were convinced you messed up something special with Michael all because you couldn’t control yourself, you couldn’t sleep peacefully that night.

All you could do is pray that you and Michael’s relationship wasn’t messed up.

[impulsiveboredom]

Caine x Reader who actually likes him

I am SICK of how few fics there are of this silly teeth man and I'm tired of it. However, I've never actually POSTED anything I've written anywhere before so uh...this'll be a fun experience!

Contents: Set after Ep 5 and before Ep 6, chunky backstory before contents for which I apologise, gn!reader, slightly obsessive/controlling Caine, SFW

Also hehe follow up

CONTEXT:

If he was honest with himself, Caine was beginning to get fed up of the current cast members. NONE of them appreciated how hard he worked! In fact, they all seemed almost...happier without him. No, that couldn't be right. He was made for entertainment. The issue was that they wouldn't tell him what was wrong! Not to his recollection anyway, and he had GREAT recollection. They never enjoyed his adventures, they never cooperated with him and they never gave him any feedback. He felt useless...no, they made him feel useless. Well, until you came along.

It was rare to get two new circus members so close together but nevertheless you turned up relatively soon after Pomni. So, Caine did the usual quick introduction and name deciding before proposing a simple adventure idea. It seemed to work last time. To his annoyance, this was met with immediate protest from most of the other cast members -- namely Zooble. But before the arguing could escalate any further, Pomni had interjected, "wait! Could we... maybe just go to the carnival for the day? It's kind of like the circus, and based on what I've already seen it would basically show them how this place works."

This was a more than welcome suggestion to the others and you were basically forced to go along, so Caine begrudgingly accepted it. However, he became significantly less begrudging when he heard his name being called by you when they got there. When you looked around, you saw how everyone had already grouped up in partners and (not wanting to make anyone feel awkward) decided to grab his attention:

"Hey! Er, Caine, was it? Could I maybe go along with you? You are the ringmaster, after all! Who better to show me around..?" You had tried your best to sound friendly to him and it worked just a little too well. It took about 2 seconds worth of resistance before Caine swooped down to your side and latched onto your arm. Finally, a human who'd interact with him! Willingly!!! The thing that really caught him by surprise though was when you laughed at his gags and engaged in proper conversation with him. You weren't pretending, you were being genuine, you were actually enjoying yourself...

Oh yeah, he liked you.

ACTUAL STUFF NOW YAY:

You are NEVER free from his hundreds of all-seeing eyes, ever. He loves knowing where you are, what you're doing and who you're with at any given moment. Especially who you're with.

Anytime you all get back from an adventure, he not-so-secretly watches how you behave after it. He may or may not have a highly detailed notebook filled with scribbles of what you react well with vs what you don't.

Caine is HIGHLY dramatic and childish, so if he ever feels like you're starting to like someone else more than him expect to be pulled into an impromptu therapy session. This mainly consists of him resting his teeth on your lap and giving you the best puppy eyes he can, asking if he's done anything wrong.

You gave him a hug once and now he can't get enough of it. Whenever he gets the chance he's always hugging or cuddling with you, holding your hand, resting his teeth on your shoulder or head...etc.

There have been a few times when he's actually forgotten the other circus members are there when talking to you. He usually gets snapped out of it after someone makes a comment on how close he's being. He usually responds with something about how he doesn't have favourites, even if that was never implied. Real smooth.

Even if you are his favourite, you still aren't fully safe from how unintentionally manipulative he can be. A few of his "adventures" with you have been things like "oh no! It seems your room's door has somehow locked you in and the only way to get out is to spend time with me!" or "what would you do if suddenly EVERYBODY ABSTRACTED and you were stuck with me?"

Another example of this is how he repeats your own words back to you. He doesn't know what he's doing is harmful, he just desperately wants to understand how to be human and the only way he knows how to do this is by mirroring. His personal favourite to use is whenever you question him why he always insists on helping or being near you: "I am the ringmaster, after all!"

[lacybambii]

COMFORTING ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 18+, language, smut, p in v, vaginal fingering, cnc? (does it without full coherent consent?) rafe kinda takes advantage of reader, slight exhibition risk, mention of head (m receiving) innocent!reader, mean!rafe towards the end, lots of dirty talk, slight daddy kink, slapping, slight mention of neglect, mentions of divorce, mentions of bourbon + weed + red bull

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: innocent!reader visits the cameron’s, as she does weekly, with her parents. but this time as she confides in the eldest cameron child and her best friend, rafe over her parents failing marriage, he attempts to comfort you…

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: quick little mssg before you read this is my first ever fic i’ve wrote so im so so sorry if it’s absolutely awful! also please add in the comments or pm me if there are any warnings i forgot to include and any requests for a fic! enjoy angels! 💐🪽🧸

you and rafe were inseparable.

still are.

since the early age of four in he’s been following you around like a lost puppy. constantly trying to get your attention, the poor boy. you often saw his constant need and struggle for someone to just care for him as an affect of his asshole of a father mainly bringing him up.

your parents just somehow managed to strengthen your bond with him by becoming closer to one another themselves. during your childhood and with rafe, your parents obviously drifted closer by spending practically every weekend together. of course they would, naturally. both your mother and his step mother, rose, are wealthy, snobby women of the upper side in the outer banks. and your fathers? please. they could be brothers.

ward cameron, business fiend and dickhead supreme, clearly is best suited to become bourbon drinking buddies with your father. every tuesday, thursday and saturday without a doubt your father is “invited” over to the cameron household. therefore meaning you and your mother have to come too.

now after years of these years and many similar nights, you don’t mind. i mean, you are visiting your little rafe…

knock knock knock

“darling i’m sure ward will love your bourbon you brought don’t worry dear” standing on the cameron manor porch, your mother attempts to reassure and calm your father by pressing a haste kiss to his stubbly cheek. smoothing down his suit, she shuffles backwards as he scoffs and glares at her.

“why wouldn’t he maria?! it’s bourbon from fucking germany, the best bourbon making country in the goddamn world.” father sighs, agitated once again. muttering something about her being a stupid woman. you stand there, behind them both. watching mother, her long, recently blown out hair floating in the wind, revealing the open back of her pastel blue sundress. and watching father too. his broad shoulders filling most of the imposing cameron manor front door’s frame. his grey suit reflecting him beautifully. bland and fucking boring. your hands start twisting with your silver bracelets and small golden rings as you try to become invisible. as you try to keep out of your parents fraying marriage and their ongoing petty arguments once again.

the door swings open.

rose cameron stands there, rafes step mother. her short blonde hair is recently bleached and shoved behind her ears. flaunting her iridescent mauve jumpsuit and boisterous, awfully chunky gold necklace. she paints a firm smile onto her matching mauve lips and pushes her hair even further behind her ears. the glow of the metal of the bangles on her wrist catch the setting evening sun and flash into your eyes, blinding you for a second.

“maria! damien! welcome!” she reaches forward and pecks your mother’s cheeks swiftly, peering over her shoulder at you in slight disgust. “i see you all made it fine! me and ward were awfully worried about the god awful weather in paris stopping you from flying home from france… he would be horrified if he missed his bourbon drinking date” rose smiles, her cheeks plastered with foundation, rising like cakes being baked. “oh silly me- come in come in! we have so much to talk about maria.. i mean we have to plan midsummers and the food and outfits- oh and damien, you know where ward is” she lets out a sharp chuckle and beams brightly. rose doesn’t even bother you a second glance as she ushers your parents inside, leaving you standing on the porch. the soft breeze playing with your hair.

what a bitch.. you sigh, your shoulders drooping. rafe must be upstairs like always.

you slide into the manor. quiet, invisible one again. pressing the grand double doors shut and starting to trail up the winding staircase.

after a moment climbing up the spiralling stairs and scurrying across the landing, you stop outside rafe’s door.

knock knock knock

“rafey? it’s me?” you murmur to the door, praying he’s inside.

a moment.

the door pulls open.

inside? stands rafe, low slung grey sweatpants, gold chain around his neck, red bull can in hand.

his room? you peek inside, well you try to. it’s mostly dark. all his blinds are shut, and the only light, apart from the glow of his flatscreen tv opposite his bed is crawling underneath his curtains. the hum of some faint song by someone like chase atlantic or the weeknd dances around the room and the faint smell of weed and aftershave wraps around you, embracing you into a warm, familiar hug.

“doll- i- hey” he smirks, before snatching your wrist and pulling you into his den.

he plops onto the crimson velvet couch at the end of his king size bed before drawing a blunt out of his pocket and dropping his empty red bull can onto the floor with a clatter.

holding the not lit blunt in his teeth, he grabs one of the stray hoodies laying on his floor before pulling it over his head. he flickers his lighter, pulled from his pocket and lights the blunt. takes an inhale and blows out a small cloud of smoke. “cmon bun” grinning ear to ear, he pats his thigh “sit, you know i don’t bite”

you giggle, a sweet melodic tune that dances throughout rafe’s brain.

fuckk…. he thinks..

he drags a rough hand over his face, making some attempt to clean his impure brain of the image of you on your knees in between his thighs with his thick cock wrapped around your pretty pink lips.

you toe off your polished black mary jane’s, leaving them by his bedroom door before pushing it shut quietly. you scuttle over, slipping and sliding all over his recently waxed hardwood floor with your pale pink frilly socks covering your small feet.

he smirks again.. this sweet, sweet girl.

“hi rafey” you murmur whilst you plop onto his lap with a faint thud.

“miss’d you bunny” he immediately lets his hands wander over your waist and he pulls you up so you’re laying back onto his chest as he grabs his playstation controller before starting to play his game. some fighting game no doubt.

“me too rafey..” you coo “im sorry i went away for so long.. france was boring, mom just wanted to drink and dad just wanted to scream at her..im here now though” you say before offering him a weak smile.

“oh bun.. they still rocky?” he hums, pressing you into his side more.

“mhm..i- uh- heard them yelling over some papers the other night too when i was trying to sleep.. its all going wrong rafey i’ve wanted to speak to you for ages but-” you mumble, turning your head so you can bury your lightly dolled up face into his bare bicep.

“oh pretty..” he sighs, stroking your hair like a puppy’s soft fur coat “it’ll be for the best if they divorce hm? yeah?”

“yeah.. you’re right.. i mean at least i might be able to at least sleep then? right?” trying to laugh at your own joke, you press your face further into his arm, turning slightly more so you can lay on his chest better.

“mh yeah good girl.. you can move in with me too if you want when i get my own place later this year hm? jus’ us two in a big house while i finish college yeah?”

“yeah.. uh- i’d like that… yeah..” you whimper. a tear. two tears. three. four. a stream. a river.

“shi- no no bunny don’t cry.. shh… sh..”

sobbing, you grasp his neck and cry softly into his shoulder.

blubbering uselessly, you try to form some coherent thought “b-but- m…m-my d-dad-d-daddy! n-no l…li-like me”

“don’t stress bun.. yeah? fuck your dad. that’s what i say.” he cradles your head, his golden rings that adorn each finger glint in the glow of his tv and his fingers rake through your hair, the playstation controller forgotten. “i can be your daddy for all you care bun.. let rafey care for you.. let me help you.. please pretty girl” he whines pathetically.

you nod mindlessly whilst continuing to whimper and sniffle into his chest.

you don’t even notice he’s manage to hike your baby pink floral print sundress dress up to your waist until his thick golden brown fingers dance along your inner thigh, trickling into your panties quietly.

“shh.. rafe’s got you bun.. focus on me hm?” you can almost hear the smugness melting off his tongue and into his speech, bastard.

you look down at your thighs, expecting to just see his hand squeezing and kneading the flesh. oh-! shit. when did he take my underwear off-.

a pinch, a stoke of your little nub. “r-rafe!”

“you like tha’ hm? shh.. shh.. dry those eyes babygirl.. no crying for rafe”

a finger.. or is it three? press inside of you suddenly.

“mh!” you whine like a needy puppy, for a different reason this time. not crying over your stupid parents, but your best friend.

“sh.” he hisses “keep quiet now, wouldn’t want mommy and daddy to find out their precious girl is being finger fucked by her best friend now would we?”

you shake your head, frantic. “n-no…”

“good girl.. open wide for rafe now” he taps your sealed lips with his cum slicked index and middle finger before forcing your soaked through pink lace panties into your waiting mouth. his fingers slide back down to your puffy folds and little hole, that’s currently clenching on air. trailing his middle finger down from your clit, he thrusts it in. the contrast of the cool metal of the ring on his finger and the warmness of your walls making you sharply inhale.

squelch squelch squelch

the wet, grotesque squelching sounds of his sound fingers thrusting into you and spreading your wetness around your folds fill the air.

another finger presses into your hole. roughly curling around the point, that fills your vision with stars and black, he found so well. so quickly.

eyes rolling back, you buck your hips, frantic. humping his hand, you groan. silently begging and pleading for permission to come.

“nuh uh, too soon bun.. i’ve not even got my cock out yet and you want to squirt all over my fingers?” he scoffs “pathetic slut” he spits at you, and a firm slap is delivered meanly to your pulsing folds making you jump.

suddenly, you’re not on his lap. you’re bent over the arm of the crimson couch, the plush velvet digging into your knees as rafe rams his mean cock into your folds from behind.

“uh-mh-mm!” you whine and squirm, pleading for more friction.

“if i knew you were this much of a slut my dick wouldn’t have left this tight cunt in years…” he pants, breathing heavily. “take it- mh.. some best friend you are” he chuckles as he bullies his cock into you, the angry red tip prodding your cervix, inching you closer to your orgasm every thrust. his balls burying into the curve of your plump ass. “oh bun- she’s just swallowing me whole.. greedy hole gripping my cock so well, taking rafey so well hm?”

despite his roughness, rafe continues to stroke your hair somehow comfortingly, tugging every few moments as the odd ring on his finger gets stuck in your locks.

“see bun? it’s okay, you’ve got me, fuck your parents yeah? jus’ need- m..me… rafe” he groans as he gets closer to his climax.

“god i’ve been waiting to do this for years..” he murmurs as he leans down to nibble your shoulder as he continues to ram into you unrelentingly, the wet sounds now more violent and vicious.

slap slap slap

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The Kryptonian Question

Danny wasn’t technically a member of the Batfamily. But considering he had been crashing at one of their safehouses for the past couple of weeks and running night patrols with Robin, he was basically an honorary stray at this point. Which is how he ended up at the Watchtower when the Justice League was holding a debriefing.

Danny didn’t expect much to happen—until Superman walked in, took one look at him, and froze.

His eyes narrowed as he turned to Batman. “Bruce,” he said, voice laced with suspicion, “where did you find this one?”

Danny blinked. “Oh, cool, I get to be a ‘this one.’ That’s not ominous or anything.”

Superman ignored him, gaze locked onto Batman. “You know his heartbeat is wrong, right?”

That made Danny pause. He put a hand over his chest, mildly offended. “Uh, rude?”

“It’s not human,” Superman said firmly. “It’s close—but there’s something off about it. Bruce, tell me you did not just bring home an unknown meta without vetting him first.”

Batman, to his credit, didn’t even look up from his data pad. “I know what he is.”

Superman frowned. “And?”

Batman didn’t elaborate.

Danny grinned. “See, this is why I love working with Bats. So good at keeping a secret.”

Superman wasn’t amused. “What are you?”

Danny tilted his head. “A guy who really likes pancakes.”

“Not what I meant.”

“Wow, rude again.”

Superman’s frown deepened. Danny could practically feel the suspicion rolling off him.

The kid’s heartbeat wasn’t human. That was odd enough. But something about it nagged at him—because it wasn’t just different. It was familiar. He couldn't place it exactly, but it reminded him of something.

Kryptonian?

No, that was impossible.

…Right?

Superman listened closer, trying to pick apart what exactly was off about it, but the more he focused, the more the suspicion dug in. His mind whirred, running through possibilities. Half-Kryptonian? A clone? A hybrid of some kind? The lack of information was driving him insane.

By the time they left the Watchtower, Superman was still staring at Danny like a puzzle he couldn’t quite solve.

Then Danny, ever the dramatic little menace, casually floated up into the air like it was nothing.

Superman stared.

Danny caught his expression, grinned, and gave him a mock salute. “Later, Big Blue.” And then, strategically leaving before Superman could press for more details, he shot into the sky, disappearing into the vastness of space like it was just another Tuesday.

Superman turned to Batman, expression unreadable. “Bruce.”

Batman didn’t look up. “Clark.”

Superman pointed at where Danny had disappeared. “He flew.”

“Yes.”

“Without a jetpack. Or wings.”

“Yes.”

Superman folded his arms. “You cannot tell me that didn’t look Kryptonian to you.”

Batman smirked, finally glancing his way. “I collect strays, Clark. That doesn’t mean I always explain them.”

Superman huffed.

Danny Phantom was definitely Kryptonian.

And he was going to prove it.

Meanwhile, Danny grinned the whole way back to Gotham, thoroughly pleased with himself.

Superman was definitely convinced now.

And Danny? Danny was going to milk this for all it was worth.

Danny vs. Superman (on Behalf of Kon)

A couple of weeks later, Danny met Young Justice. And by met, he meant he immediately took interest in Kon-El—aka Superboy, aka Superman’s clone—because, well. Having a clone of yourself was a whole mess of weird, and Danny had some very strong opinions about it.

At first, this whole thing had just been funny. Messing with Superman? Hilarious. Letting him think he was Kryptonian? Comedy gold.

But now? Now it was personal.

Because the more he learned about Kon, the more pissed off he got.

Superman didn’t even acknowledge him? Treated him like he wasn’t worth his time? Oh, hell no. Danny knew what that was like—the existential crisis, the what even am I spiral, the feeling of being ignored by someone who should have given a damn. But Danny had figured it out. And Ellie—his own clone, his little sister—was one of the best things to ever happen to him.

Superman didn’t get to just pretend Kon didn’t exist.

So yeah. Maybe Danny had started this whole thing as a joke.

But now?

Now he was going to teach Kon Kryptonian. And they definitely weren’t telling Superman.

Superman Walks In at the Worst Time

It wasn’t until a month later that Superman found out. He had come to Mount Justice for an unrelated reason—probably to ignore Kon some more—when he overheard something that stopped him in his tracks.

Kryptonian.

Someone was speaking fluent Kryptonian. And it wasn’t just one person—it was two.

Superman immediately followed the voices and found—

Danny.

Danny and Kon, sitting on the floor, going through Kryptonian writing exercises like it was a casual after-school tutoring session.

Superman stared.

Danny looked up, met his gaze, and winced. “Oh. Uh. Hey, Supes.”

Superman’s eyes went wide. “You—” He turned to Kon. “You both—” Then back to Danny. “You know Kryptonian?”

Danny sighed, setting his notebook down. “Yeah, that’s apparently a thing I do.”

Superman’s expression shifted, shock turning into something else—something hopeful.

“You are Kryptonian,” he breathed. “I knew it—”

“Nope,” Danny interrupted, standing up. “Still not. Sorry, buddy.”

Superman’s face fell. “…But then how—?”

“I already told you,” Danny said, folding his arms. “I pick up dead languages. Krypton? Kind of super dead. The ghosts knew the language, so now I do too.”

Superman opened and closed his mouth. “That’s… that’s not how languages work.”

Danny grinned. “For you maybe.”

Superman took a slow breath, forcing himself to process that particular mess later. “Alright. Fine. You’re not Kryptonian. But then why—?”

His gaze drifted back to Kon, and it clicked. Danny crossed his arms. “Oh, now you care?” Superman stiffened. “That’s not—”

Danny scoffed. “Look, I don’t care what you think about me, but let’s get one thing straight—you had a literal clone of yourself and decided the best course of action was ignoring him? Seriously? That’s your play?”

Superman faltered. “I… I didn’t—”

“You did,” Danny said flatly. “And I wasn’t about to let him go through the same ‘what even am I’ crisis that I had to deal with alone. So yeah. I taught him Kryptonian. Because you wouldn’t.”

Superman clenched his jaw. “Danny, it’s not that simple. You don’t know what it’s like to have your DNA stolen, to have someone make a copy of you without your consent—”

Danny laughed—actually laughed—and it wasn’t a pleasant sound. “Oh, buddy. You have no idea who you’re talking to.”

Superman hesitated. “…What?”

Danny stepped closer, eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. “I do know what it’s like. I was fifteen when someone took my DNA and mixed it with their own to make a clone of me. I was a kid when I had to deal with the existential crisis of ‘what does this mean, am I even real, what does this say about me?’ And you know what I did?”

Superman didn’t answer.

Danny’s voice softened, but his glare didn’t. “I became her big brother. Yeah, it was violating, and yeah, I was freaked out. But none of that was her fault. So instead of treating her like some horrible mistake, I looked after her. I protected her. Because that’s what family does.”

Superman swallowed.

Danny’s glare sharpened. “But you? You’re a grown man. You had the time, the resources, the support to deal with it in a way that didn’t involve pushing Kon away like he was some thing you didn’t want to deal with. You didn’t even try. And that’s what pisses me off the most.”

Silence.

Superman looked at Kon. Kon looked away.

Danny exhaled sharply. “You wanna be mad at me for stepping in? Fine. But I’d be real careful about what you say next, Supes.”

Superman exhaled slowly. “I… I need to think.”

Danny rolled his eyes. “Yeah. You do.”

Back at the Batcave

Superman stalked into the Batcave, exasperated. “Bruce. We need to talk. About Phantom.”

Batman barely looked up. “No, we don’t.”

Superman groaned. “Bruce.”

Batman smirked. “Clark, I think it’s time you accepted something.”

Superman frowned. “What?”

Batman turned back to the Batcomputer.

“I collect strays.”

So I churned this out and have no idea where it came from, or if I'll be able to do anything with it, if someone wants to continue or use it for their own works please just tag me ❤️

MASTERPOST

[zombiivalentine]

by your side | reader x mike wheeler

genre/warnings: takes place during s5(sorry for any inaccuracies i try my best), angst-ish but theres a happy ending, mutual pining, brief mean!mike and crying!mike, lowk really short time span, dual pov(mainly mike tho), slight nonlinear timeline(?)(theres some flashbacks), not super explicit love confession, third person afab reader

desc: Mike has always had his best friend, Y/n, banned from attending crawls, meetings, or anything else related to the upside down. He say's it's because they don't need her; but, really, Mike is harboring too many secret feelings to see her in danger. On a night where the crawl goes worse than expected, Mike knows only one person he can go to for solace.

w/c: 4k

a/n: hihi guys first fic so pls don't be mean :(( this isn't as angsty as I expected so my recommendation is to listen to sad song's while you read(what I did). umm yeah it's not proofread either so chill on the grammar pls i feel like this is so long but not much happens so hopefully my pacing will be a bit better in my next one(yes, unfortunately ill be terrorizing your feed with more of these), yes yes hope you guys enjoy!!

“I already told you no.” Mike's voice was stern as he pushed off the girl tugging his arm back. He was walking to his locker after lunch. Robin had just given them all information on the next crawl; and his best friend Y/n started up her antics of begging to be let in again. “It was no last time. It’s no this time. It’ll be no next time.” He turned around, looking her in the eye with a dead stare. “No.”

Y/n pouted. Mike hated when she did that. He hated how sweet and persuasive she looked. Mike would give her the world if he could–and all it would take to convince him were to be her looking up at him with those innocent eyes. He gave into her all the time. Lunch, homework answers, what movie to watch. He gave in to Y/n so easily, so much so that everyone else in the party had started to tease him about it. 

Apparently Mike's crush on Y/n was obvious to everyone except her. But this was different. This wasn’t buying Coke over Pepsi at the store, this was life or death. Mike might be stupid enough to let his crush on Y/n turn him into her personal compiler, but he wasn’t dumb enough to let her get killed because of it. 

“Please” Y/n whined “Please, Mike, Please!” Her hands were wrapped around his upper arm, keeping him in place while she begged “Everyone else is okay with me going except for you. Why can’t I go?”

“And do what? Go with Hop into the Upside Down and get yourself killed?” Mike shook her hand off. 

“No! But I could help you and Lucas be on the lookou-” 

Mike cut her off by opening his locker in front of her face. “I already said no, Y/n. Me and Lucas don’t need any help.” He grabbed his books and shoved them into his bag, closing his locker with a hard slam.

She glared at him, face turning angrier than the sad pout she wore moments before. “Everyone else in the party is a part of this. Everyone else in this entire place is a part of this except for me!”

“You don’t need to be a part of this!” They were getting loud. They really shouldn't be talking about this in public. God, why did she have to be so stubborn. “Everyone has their jobs, we don’t need you, Y/n.” 

Mike watched the hurt flash across her face. She pursed her lips together and looked up at him. “Fine, then I don’t do crawls but, but at least let me join the meetings. Let me know what's going on!” 

Mike pushed himself off of the lockers he was leaning on and began walking to his next class. Chemistry, one of the few classes he didn’t have with her. Lucky him. Y/n continued to argue the entire walk down the hall. Mike was getting annoyed. Couldn’t she understand that this was for her own good? That Mike was doing this to protect her? Why did she have to be so ignorant?

“-and sure, I don’t have powers. But that’s not my fault! I want to be helpful!”

Mike turned around with a heavy expression. He needed her to stop. He needed Y/n to go home, home where she would be safe and sound, and he would see her in the morning and tell her all about it. Maybe Mike was being too nice, maybe that's why she wouldn’t listen. 

“You’re right!” Mike cut off her endless rambling. “You don’t have powers. You can’t drive. You can’t fight. You can’t code or track. Hell, you can barely stay quiet for five minutes. Do you want us to all die? Do you want this to fail? Seriously, Y/n, why can’t you understand that we. don’t. want. you. there. Go home after school, take a nap, read a book. Do whatever you want and tell me all about it tomorrow morning” Mike ran a hand through his hair “You’re my best friend, Y/n, and you know I care about you just as much as the other guys,” Lie, he cared about her so, so much more. “But you’re useless here” 

Mike watched the words settle into Y/n. He bit back a cringe himself. Useless. Jeez, that was harsh. Tears filled her eyes, daring to spill out. Y/n took a step away from him, looking up at him with an expression he couldn’t read; it was some mix of anger and sadness and disgust, even. She shook her head lightly to herself. 

“Screw you, Mike Wheeler.” and with that, Y/n turned around and stormed her way down the hallway. 

Mike took a deep breath. He ran a hand across his face, feeling the heat climb up to his cheeks. Good, he told himself, this was good. If she was mad at him then she would be safe. He watched her leave, head facing the ground as she weaved through the crowds of people walking to their next class. He and Y/n had only ever fought once in the several years he’s known her. It was when they were twelve, and Mike told her she wasn’t allowed to join him, Lucas, Will, and Dustin for a Star Wars marathon sleepover. Boys only, he told her. She ignored them all for days leading up to the sleepover. That was when Mike first realized he liked her. He missed her presence all the days she was gone; he spent each and every minute wishing he could see her stupid smile or hear her dumb laugh. Mike didn’t even like Star Wars. In fact, he liked Y/n so much better. So, on the actual night of the sleepover, he snuck out and biked to Y/n’s house and begged her to join them to watch Grease–her favorite movie. The boys hated Grease. 

“Good luck fixing that” A familiar voice drew him out of his trip down memory lane. He turned his head to the side to see who was there. Lucas, with the most disappointed look Mike had ever seen. 

“What did you want me to do!” Mike said defensively “She never stops bugging me about it! I don’t understand why she won’t take no for an answer” 

“Oh, I dunno, maybe because it's not a real answer” Lucas countered “Why don’t you just tell her the truth?”

Mike swallowed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Lucas rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Don’t do that. You’ve been in love with this girl since the first time she quoted Star Trek. All you gotta do is look her in the eyes and say ‘Y/n, the truth is…I love you! I love you more than anything ever! And I can’t lose you-” Mike cut off Lucas’s dramatic lamenting by covering his mouth with his hand and shoving him into the locker. 

“Stop it! I don’t-I don’t…that. She’s just a friend” 

Lucas forced his hands off his mouth and gave Mike a look. Mike knew this look, he knew it too well. It was the same look Lucas gave him every time he avoided his feelings for Y/n. “You better hope tonight's crawl goes well,” His voice was serious and low. “And you better hope that she’s sweet enough to forgive you, because that was some messed up bullshit you just told her. And after she forgives you, which we all know she will–because she’s the purest soul out there–you better man the hell up and tell her the truth…you don’t want something to happen and you have to spend God knows how long regretting it”

Mike thought of Max, comatose in the hospital for so long with no signs of getting better; and he thought of Lucas, by her side every chance he could. He wondered what it was like to lose someone that you loved–not that he loved Y/n–and he knew he wouldn’t be able to live if he was in Lucas’s position. Especially not if it was her. Especially not if it was his fault.

But first, tonight's crawl. Mike had to take things one step at a time. The crawl first, then Y/n. That was how it had to be–seperate. 

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

Y/n didn’t go to her next class. How could she sit through English after her best friend told her she was useless? Instead, Y/n snuck out of Hawkins High School, hopped on her bike, and escaped that hellhole as fast as she could. Tears blurred her vision as she sped down the roads. Y/n made little note of the cars on the road next to her, she ignored all her surroundings almost entirely. All she could think of were Mike’s words replaying in her head. Useless, can’t shut up for even five minutes, we don’t want you. Did he really mean all that? Could he really be so cruel? Y/n began to miss Max now more than ever. It was different when she was around, it was better having another girl around. Sure, El was there, but she was…weird, reserved. Max was bold enough for all three of the girls combined. She was brave, fearless, amazing. 

With a screech, Y/n turned her bike around, no longer deciding to go home and cry into her pillow. No; instead, she would be visiting an old friend. 

The hospital wasn’t busy when Y/n walked in. There were a couple nurses shuffling around, a few family members lounging around in the waiting room, but overall it was dead. As Y/n took the elevator up to Max’s room, she wiped the tears from her eyes. She could hear Max’s voice in her head shaming her for crying over stupid boys. She would make fun of Y/n even more for that stupid boy being Mike Wheeler. 

It wouldn’t be the first time either. Max was the one who consoled Y/n when she ran out of the Snow Ball crying after Mike and El kissed on the dance floor. 

“It’s okay, Y/n” Max soothed as she rubbed Y/n’s shoulder. “Mike is an idiot. Seriously, an absolute idiot. You’re better than him. Way, way, way better”

Y/n sniffled and shook her head. “It’s stupid,” She muttered, “so stupid. I mean, no wonder he likes her instead of me. She’s so cool. She has powers. She’s pretty…Mike would never like me, not with her there”

Max got up off her seat next to Y/n and knelt in front of her, taking Y/n’s hands in hers. “Hey,” she said, “look at me.” Y/n looked up to meet Max with teary eyes. “You are amazing, Y/n. You are smart, and beautiful, and the sweetest girl to ever enter Hawkins, Indiana. Never, and I mean never, let stupid ass Mike Wheeler let you think you are anything but. Mike doesn’t know what he’s missing. You deserve the best, because that’s what you are. The best.”

Y/n remembered every moment of Mike and El’s short attempt at a relationship. It lasted about two weeks before they both realized they were better off as friends. Lucas said Mike only liked her because she was the only girl Mike knew. Y/n said she was a girl Mike knew also. Lucas just laughed. 

Max’s room was filled with flowers and pictures, most of which were brought by Lucas. She was pale, eyes stuck closed and hair braided into two little pigtails on each side of her bed. Y/n sat down on the chair next to her bed and put her hand gently on top of Max’s. 

“Hey, Max” she said softly, a break building up in her throat. All those tears she had tried to wipe away had begun to come back at the sight of her best friend. “I’m sorry I don’t visit you more often…I think I was scared. But that’s not fair to you, you wouldn’t be scared” Y/n took in a deep breath, watching Max’s unwavering expression. She looked so peaceful, it was almost discomforting. “I wish I could be helping, I wish I could be out there, working hard to defeat Vecna. Maybe it would help bring you back.” Tears began to stream down her face again “I miss you so much, Max. Things aren’t the same without you here. Mike-he, well, you know how he is” She let out a chuckle and imagined Max, wherever she was, was laughing along with her. “He’s been so mean lately, I don’t understand it…You’d beat him if you heard the things he said to me today. I know he doesn’t like me–well, he likes me as a friend– you know what I mean, but sometimes it feels like he really hates me. I mean, everyone else is allowed to be a part of these things, El’s a part of things” Y/n’s tone turned bitter “but she has powers, and Mike loves that…I dunno, Max. You would know what to do, you always do.” 

Y/n continued to Max for almost two hours, a one sided conversation full of laughter, cries, anger. She told Max about as much as she could remember from the past 18 months. How Mike tried to teach her to skateboard and she busted her lip, how Dustin and her built a little robot and they argued over whether or not it should have a little bow on the top, how Will made her a painting that hands above her bed. Y/n talked for as long as her mind let her. Eventually it was time for her to go home. She stood up, pressed a soft kiss to the side of Max’s head, grabbed her things, and left. 

At the doorway to the hallway, Y/n turned around to look at her friend one last time. “Thanks, Max” she whispered, more to herself than anything.

And with that she was gone. 

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Mike was tired. He was covered in blood, dirt, and who knew what else. His ears rang with the chaos from earlier. The crawl had gone terribly, as terrible as possible without anyone dying…atleast not yet. Holly was gone, his parents were in the hospital. Mike could feel the hopelessness course through his body, dread and pain filling his blood with every passing minute. He needed to sleep, he needed to shower, he needed to feel okay. 

He couldn’t go home, he heard the description of his house from Nancy. Blood was everywhere, broken glass and ruins of his kitchen all over the house. He saw his mom in passing as the doctors wheeled her into the hospital. It didn’t look good. It didn’t look good at all. 

He sat in the waiting room with Nancy, sweat building up at the back of his neck and forehead. He tore off his beanie and threw it down onto the chair next to him. 

“Go home,” Nancy told him “You look terrible. Wash up, get some sleep. I can handle things here”

Mike shook his head. “I can’t. Holly is-”

“Holly won’t be getting any help from you if you’re half asleep and look like walking death” Nancy scolded. “I’m serious. Go home, Mike. You need it” 

“I can’t,” Mike persisted “Home is-it’s all-I can’t…” He thought of the ruins that were his home right now. He couldn’t walk in there, much less sleep. 

Nancy let out an empathetic sigh. “I’m sure one of your friends will let you crash? I dunno, Mike, but you really should figure it out.” Nancy stood up and walked off, not giving Mike the option to argue back. 

Mike went to the only place his mind would let him think of. Y/n’s house. It was late, about three in the morning. She was probably sleeping. Still, he biked his way in the dark, each turn feeling like muscle memory. He knew these roads like the back of his hand, biking in the dark was no issue. The cool air was a temporary relief, blowing his hair away from his face and reminding him of a certain peace. 

He dropped his bike on her front lawn, wincing a bit at the noise it made. As he walked up to the steps he remembered their argument earlier. He wanted to apologize. Really, he did. But how could he? How could he even face her looking like this–like a lost dog needing a place to stay? Still, he knocked. Once, twice, a third time. 

Y/n opened the door with a confused, asleep look on her face. She was wearing a pale pink nightgown, hair in a messy braid dangling over her left shoulder. Her eyes were half lidded, looking up at Mike with sleep threatening to enter her body once again. Y/n rubbed her eyes with her hands, forcing them open a little more. “Mike..?” her voice was pitchy and weak “What’re you- are you okay?” She had finally woken up enough to comprehend Mike.

Mike watched as her face turned to concern and worry. She reached out a gentle hand to Mike’s chest. It was soft, tentative, as if she was making sure he was real. God, Mike thought to himself, why did she have to look like this right now–like an angel from heaven, like beauty redefined, like each and every one of Mike's dreams combined into one? How could she be so gentle, so sweet, even after all Mike had said to her?  He couldn’t take it, the longer he looked at her the more he fell apart. The thought of her being there entered his mind. Y/n, in a bed alongside his mom, hurt and about to die because of him. He lost it then, dropping to his knees right in her doorway. He began to cry, each breath a quiver and releasing more tears. 

Y/n froze, looking down at the boy on his knees in front of her. What the hell happened tonight? Y/n pulled herself out of her mind, dropping to the floor in front of Mike. Her hands reached out to cup Mike’s  face, a comfort he immediately melted into. “Hey, hey, Mike” She said softly “it’s okay, you’re okay, it’s okay” 

Mike shook his head, unsteady tears falling down his face. His hands wrapped around her wrists, holding her tight as if it were the only thing keeping her there. “I’m sorry” he cried “I’m so sorry, Y/n. Tonight-tonight…it was bad, so, so bad.” His eyes were almost desperate as they looked up at her. “Holly’s gone…my mom and dad are-they’re in the hospital”

“Oh, Mike” was the only thing that could leave her lips “I’m so sorry”

Mike continued to stare at her, he watched as tears slowly creeped into her eyes. “No” he whispered “don’t be sorry” his lips shook, his chest heaving “I’m sorry…I’m so sorry Y/n you’ll never understand. I-I lied, I lied straight to your face earlier, clean through my teeth. Do you understand? Why don’t you ever see it?” God, he was rambling, she looked so confused. “You aren’t useless, Y/n, you aren’t short of anything but amazing.” He finally let go of her wrists, scooting closer and cupping her face in his own hands. 

“Amazing, Y/n, you’re amazing. You could probably beat up any one of us guys in the party, you’re smart as hell. I mean, I probably wouldn’t have been able to pass math last year if it weren’t for you. And-and, well-okay, you’re really bad at shutting up” They both let out a scoff. Mike was getting nervous, his eyes darting around. “But that's okay! I would never want you to. Because everything you say is worth listening to. Every stupid joke, every song you sing, every laugh, all of it. I want to hear all of it. And, and I’m scared that if you join us on these things, if I put you in danger…” He took a moment to take a breath, to look her back in the eyes. There were small tears dripping down her cheeks, but the tiniest smile in her eyes. She was looking up at him like he was the world, a prophet speaking truths to be savored. “If I put you in danger,” he continued, slow now, “I’m scared I’ll never hear any of those things again. Do you-are you, do you get it?” 

Mike looked down to her lips, a guilty pleasure; but then he saw she was smiling, and Mike began to smile, too. 

“You’re an idiot, Mike Wheeler” was all she said. 

Mike laughed through his tears, pressing his face into her hands that still held him so gently. 

Eventually Y/n stood them up from the floor, closing the front door and leading Mike to her bedroom. Luckily, she had one of Mike’s old shirts and pairs of sweatpants somewhere in the back of her closet. Neither of them knew why it was there, but they both took it as a sign that they were supposed to spend the night together. 

Mike showered and changed, most of the dread and tiredness washing off his body. He used her body wash, secretly indulging in being covered in her smell. Mike wondered if she really understood all that he was saying. Should he have kissed her? Fuck, he totally should’ve kissed her. He let the water fall down his face as he let out a loud sigh. The weight of the crawl and all it took from Mike felt lighter than it did before, like being around Y/n took the burden of overthinking off his shoulders. 

When he got back to her room, dried off and in his new change of clothes, Y/n made him sit on the floor so she could brush his hair. He relished in each and every touch, her fingers combing through his head and offering him the occasional gentle scratch on the scalp. 

She forced him to sleep in her bed next to him, whispered him “goodnight” before turning off her lamp and covering herself with her blanket. 

Mike didn’t really know what love felt like, at least not romantically; but, as he laid in Y/n’s bed–staring at the wall and listening to the soft sound of her breathing–he felt like this was at least pretty close. 

In her sleep, Y/n turned around and tucked herself into Mike’s side–an embrace he welcomed with everything he could. He wrapped his arm around her body, his hand lightly resting on her waist over the blanket. 

Mike didn’t sleep much that night, his dreams full of memories from the crawl. Each time he woke up, he looked at the girl sleeping peacefully on his side, and his troubles felt less impossible to deal with. 

Tomorrow, Mike needed to be at the Squawk by 9am. He would wake up early, surprise Y/n with breakfast in bed as a thank you for letting him stay the night. He would get ready alongside Y/n in a quiet peace. Maybe, if he could muster up the courage, he would kiss her–his way of making sure she really understood what he meant last night. Or, maybe, for the time being, holding her hand would be enough. Mike hadn’t worked out those details yet. Once they were both ready, they would get on their bikes and head to the Squawk. 

She would sit next to him as they all went over the plans to get Holly back. She would stay by his side, and Mike would stay by hers–right where they belonged.