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Chapter Two: The Ticket and Your Shitty Car

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Pairing: Professor! Steve Harrington x Best Friends Dad! Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Lots of angst (sorry folks), mentions of anxiety and bullying, cigarette smoking, Eddie and Steve being sexy, kissing 👀, Reader is in their mid 20s and Steve and Eddie are in their early to mid 40s. Lemme know if i've missed anything.

Summary: After a few weeks of getting closer to Eddie and Steve feelings bubble to the surface

Authors Note: I'm so excited for this chapter and the rest of the series i've been having so much fun writing this! I've never written angst before so i'm interested in the response it'll get! And I pinky promise ya'll are getting smut in the next chapter 😈 7k words

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A couple days had gone by since your first interactions with the two men that have been plaguing both your waking thoughts and your dreams. You’ve woken up more than once this week from your body buzzing and your panties soaked through. Lips on skin, rough hands on your hips, deep voices whispering in your ear. Groaning yourself fully awake and grabbing your vibrator to finish the job, that isn’t nearly as good as whatever was happening in your dreams.

Because of these dreams it made it impossible to look at Steve during class, only looking when you absolutely had to. Avoiding Mr. Munson was a bit easier, he either wasn’t home much when you were with Violet, or he was in the garage. You convinced yourself that you would just eventually get over your little crushes, and if you just avoided them long enough then things would go back to normal, and you’d have your sanity back.

But things didn’t quite work out that way. After you had gotten your ticket on the first day, you decided you would just pay it off yourself, to avoid another possibly embarrassing interaction with Steve. You had your parking pass now so you wouldn’t get another ticket. But you had a busy week with assignments and kept forgetting to take care of it. By the end of the week, you had completely forgotten about it, until Fridays sociology class. It was a normal class; Steve was talking about the theoretical approach to sociology. At the end of class, you were supposed to hand in your paper on Social Darwinism, you had spent many late nights making sure that this paper specifically was perfect. The problem was that when you were meant to hand it in at the end of class, you couldn’t find it, and you were starting to panic. Almost all the other students had left or were in the process of handing in their papers and you were left anxiously digging through your bookbag.

“Oh, how the tables turn, need some help there?”

You freeze, looking up from the familiar black converse that you could see next to your bookbag. Your anxious eyes are met with playful honey brown ones, that make you relax slightly.

“Sorry no I’m good I know it’s in here somewhere,” you reply a little anxious. You didn’t want your professor to think that this was any reflection of you as a student or your work ethic.

Steve watches you dig through your bag for another few seconds when you finally find it, in a folder you don’t remember putting it in. When you get the folder out of your bookbag, the ticket sitting at the bottom of your bag falls out onto the floor right at Steves feet. You’re too busy to notice, trying to make sure all of the pages of your paper are in order, and you have all your sources. When you finally look up from the papers in front of you, you see Steve holding the ticket that you got on the first day of school.

You panic and look up and into his eyes, he doesn’t look mad, but he looks confused. “I thought I told you I’d fix this for you if you ever got a ticket. Why didn’t you tell me?” he said.

“I- I didn’t want to bother with you something so silly, I was going to pay it, but with a bunch of papers due, I just forgot I’m sorry,” you blurt out.

Steve raises his hand to silence your apologies casually, and you’re ready for him to yell at you or at the very least be disappointed in you.

Shit, why did you not just pay it the day you got it?

“It’s not your fault honey, there’s no need for you to apologize, okay?” he says warmly. Your shoulders relax a bit more, his voice giving you reassurance.

“I swear I really did mean to pay it, I just didn’t want to bother you,” you confess.

Steves eyes soften. “Y/N you are never a bother, plus it's my fault for being the worst teacher in history and not giving you a parking pass.” He jokes.

“Steve you’re one of my favorite teachers, nowhere near my list of worst teachers.” You reveal.

He smiles widely and raises his eyebrow; you swear you can feel your insides thaw. With the playful look on his face, he almost seems younger, you could only imagine how attractive he was when he was younger, even just a glimpse is enough to make your stomach do flips.

“Oh so there IS list? Well, I demand to know where I am on your favorite teachers list, maybe it’ll give me motivation to try harder in class.” He winks at you in retort. You swear you could cum in your pants right now, how dare he be so beautiful and perfect, and funny.

You think hard for a second, you can’t put him first you think his ego probably couldn’t handle it, also it would just bring you more embarrassment. But he very easily is your favorite teacher, he makes jokes during class, makes sure his lectures are easy to understand and enjoyable, and seems to genuinely care about all his students, it’s very hard to rank any teacher above him.

“I hope your ego can handle it Steve, but you’re second.” you gush.

“You wound me, SECOND? That’s basically failure I demand to know who could possibly rank higher than me?” he jokingly stands up straighter, adjusts his tie, and holds his hand to his heart.

Damn, you hadn’t thought that far ahead.

“Uh, Professor Buckley, my Gender Studies Professor, I love her class,” you confess.

Steves eyes couldn’t roll farther back into his head even if he tried, you almost worried that they’d get stuck.

“You’re telling me, my best friend has already won you over? I’ve sat in on some of her classes and there is no way that Robin is funnier than I am!” he exclaimed as he puts his hands on his hips.

“You know Professor Buckley.. er Robin? Also, you definitely top her in the funny department, how did I know you wouldn’t be satisfied with second.” you retort easily. You could get used to this, the casual flirting, smiling with your professor, it felt easier than breathing. Once you got over the fact that he was one of the most handsome men that you’ve ever seen in your whole life.

“Know her? She’s been my best friend since high school, and a major pain in my ass. Second place is basically losing, everyone knows that babe.” The pet name slipped off his tongue so effortlessly.

Your eyes must have gone wide because Steve looks slightly embarrassed and rubs the back of his neck.

Babe babe babe babe babe babe babe HE CALLED YOU BABE

“Well then I guess you gotta step it up Professor.” you reply, trying to ease the tension in the room.

He smiles at you gratefully, “yeah I guess so,” he chuckles.

“Anyways I don’t want to keep you again for the second time this week, I’ll see you in class on Monday Steve.” you say as you go to stand up and walk past him. You’re about halfway to the door before you hear him call out.

“Hey, wait up, uh why don’t you come with me to my office so I can get that parking ticket taken care of for you,” he explains.

“You sure? I don’t want to make you late for your next class.”

“I’m the one who got you into this mess, please let me help you fix it?” he asks gently.

“Lead the way professor,”you answer playfully.

He smiles that flashy Steve Harrington smile and shows you the way towards his office.

“It’s just down this hallway,” he shares.

Then you feel him put his hand at the small of your back guiding you into a room on the righthand side, his touch lights your body on fire. It takes everything in you not to lean into his touch. You can smell his cologne, now that you’re so close to him. It’s a fairly clean scent with hints of musk and spice at the end, a more modern scent then you expected from a man his age. It only makes you want him more, to lean in closer and smell his scent mixed with the cologne.

You’re snapped out of your daze when Steve picks up the phone receiver and punches in a phone number. His fingers almost covered the buttons on the phone, and it made your legs squeeze together, thinking back to the multiple dreams you had about those specific fingers all over you. Steve looks up at you smiling lightly, surely just trying to fill the silence that filled the room. You hoped he hadn’t magically learned how to read minds in the short walk from his classroom to his office or you’d be toast.

His office wasn’t anything glamorous, it was an average size, with a nice desk and comfy looking chair, and big window with a view that overlooked the campus. The only thing making it uniquely his are the loads of pictures of him and Professor Buckley, and a few other guys and girls that looked around his age or maybe a bit younger. Documenting various birthdays, weddings, and get togethers.

While Steve is on the phone you take a moment to look at them, you see a picture of Steve being Professor Buckleys best man in her wedding to a pretty woman with dark brown hair and blue eyes. They all looked so happy, it made you smile, it looked like a really special day. Also noting that there are no wedding photos of him or pictures of him with a girlfriend, making your heart internally soar.

When you finally tear your eyes away from the photos, you hear the end of a conversation Steve is having with someone on the phone.

“Thanks again Reg, I promise it won’t happen again. Yeah, you too, take care. Say hi to the wife and kids for me," he said.

He puts down the receiver and looks at where you’re standing, and gestures to the photo you’re looking at.

“Yeah, Robins wedding! It was a really great day,” he reminisces. He goes onto explain that Robin ended up marrying his ex from High School, Nancy Wheeler. You smile and nod along to the anecdotes he talks about that day, trying to absorb everything he tells you about his life like a sponge.

“And by the end of the night Lucas and Max lead everyone in a impromptu sing-a-long to Never Ending Story, It was hilarious,” He says. You could combust, you can see just how clearly he loves his friends and how much they mean to him. He shakes his head and smiles wide at the memory, his smile being infectious, you smile back at him.

“Sounds like really good time Steve,” you reply.

“Yeah, it was, it really was.” he shares, he seems a little lost in thought for a moment before smiling up at you. “Sorry I don’t mean to bore you with my stories of the old days, I don’t get to gush about the people I love very often, so its nice to have someone listen," He confessed.

Your heart melts, he’s such a sweetheart. “No no please, I enjoy hearing them, makes you more a person than just my teacher. Plus, maybe at some point you’ll slip up and tell me something embarrassing about yourself. Then you’re done for Harrington,” you jab.

He raises his eyebrows at you and looks impressed. “That’ll never happen, I’ve never done anything embarrassing in my life ever,” he states sarcastically.

“Well, I’ll just have to ask Professor Buckley, my favorite teacher, about it won’t I?” you interject.

His face goes from his handsome boyish grin to fake terror in a split second, “I will give you whatever grade you want in my class if you don’t do that, she’d go on for hours, might even keep you after class just to rub it in my face.”

You could tell that there was some truth to his words, and you know your gender studies professor well enough to know that she really would just rip him a new one. You giggle back at him, unable to keep it in.

“She really would tear you to shreds, wouldn’t she?” you cackle. His face softens, “Yes she’s evil, just awaiting my downfall I swear!” he smiles softly at you.

You both look at each other a bit longer before Steve clears his throat. “Anyways um, I talked to the guy in campus security and you’re good to go, you don’t have to pay the ticket,” He spoke.

You had honestly completely forgotten that was the reason you were even in his office; his demeanor makes you feel at home in your own skin and were just happy to not have anxious thoughts rolling around inside of your head.

“Oh, right yeah, thank you so much, you really didn’t need to go through all this trouble for me,” you said.

“No trouble at all, really. I should probably get going though, my next class starts soon.” he explained looking at the very expensive looking watch on his wrist.

You try your best not to show your disappointment, wishing to stay in this little bubble with him a bit longer.

“Of course, yeah. Thank you again Steve,” you respond.

He leads you back out the door with his hand on your back again, maybe this time a bit firmer than the last, and you weren’t complaining. You both wave your goodbyes for the weekend before you head out to the parking lot, and he heads towards his next class.

You were relieved to be going home, this first week of school has tested you mentally and emotionally and you were ready for a little break. You hop in your car, and twist your key in the ignition, but to your surprise, instead of your car roaring to life like it usually does. It just stalled, unable to start. You try the ignition a few more times before you rest your head on your steering wheel.

Just your fucking luck

You take your phone out of your jean pocket and call Violet to see if she knows any good mechanics in the area. But you only get her voicemail. “Come on Vi,”you mutter to yourself, trying her cell again and again. Only to get her voicemail each and every time. You couldn’t very well leave your car in the parking lot overnight, then you’d surely get another ticket. But what other option did you have?

You make the decision to call Violet’s home phone, thinking maybe she’s too engrossed in a TV show or something to see her phone going off. It rings a few times before someone picks up.

“Munson residence.” a deep familiar voice answers the phone.

Shit

“Hi Mr. Munson, is Vi there?” you reply.

“Nah she left about an hour or two ago to head to work, everything okay?” he asks a slight concern in his voice.

“Oh uh yeah, my- my car just isn’t starting and I don’t know any mechanics in the area who could come and take a look at it,” you respond anxiously

You hear what you assume is him blowing out some smoke from his mouth, you shake your head trying to stay on track.

“Any mechanic out here is gonna charge you an arm an a leg to come look at your car right before the weekend, let me come and take a look at it myself,” he suggests.

Your body runs cold, you couldn’t deal with another interaction with BOTH of them in the same day again, you’d burst into flames.

“Oh gods no that’s really okay Mr. Munson. I’ll just leave my car here overnight its no big deal, I’ll just walk home its not that far,” You babble anxiously.

You hear him scoff on the other end of the phone, “What do you mean walk home? Where are you Y/N?” his tone getting a bit more serious than the lighthearted goofy tone you usually get from him.

“I’m at school, it’s fine really, my apartment isn’t that far from-,” you squeak.

“Let me just grab my tools and I’ll meet you in the parking lot, which building are you in front of?” he interjects, you can hear some rustling on the other end of the phone.

“I-,“ you think about arguing with him but you know that in the end Mr. Munson is a stubborn man and you will lose. “I’m in front of the Humanities and Social Sciences building, its right by-,“ you confess.

He chuckles “Oh yeah I know the one, be there in a sec, hang tight.” he says before hanging up the phone.

You bring your phone down onto your lap in defeat. You hide in your car until you see his car pull up, you don’t need anyone seeing you, especially a certain sociology professor. His big black truck pulls into the space next to you, and you get out of your car to greet him.

“Hey thanks for coming all the way out here, I hope I didn’t take you away from anything or anyone,” you look up at him innocently. He stands about a foot away from you, but even then, you could see just how much taller he is than you. He could probably use you as an arm rest.

He gives you an easy-going smile, “No problem at all sweetheart, I’m happy to help!” You give him the keys and he goes to try and start the car and it stalls again and he clicks his tongue.

Your mind going back to the dreams you’ve had of his tongue on you, on your skin. You shiver at the thought, and you squeeze your arms around you willing yourself not to fall apart.

Luckily, he didn’t seem to notice, too preoccupied with opening the hood and looking inside. He takes off his leather jacket and lays it on top of the hood and rolls up his sleeves. He fiddles around inside of the hood for a few seconds before popping his head around the corner.

“Looks like your spark plug is shot, I have an extra on me in case of emergencies, it’s your lucky day pretty lady,” He announces cheerily.

Pretty lady

“Oh, thank you Mr. Munson, you’re a life saver!” you beam.

He looks at you again one more time, studying you for the second time this week, he looks like he’s contemplating something in his head. His eyes are like lasers on your skin, heating you up from the inside.

“It’s Eddie, you can call me Eddie honey, you’ve known me long enough.” he says as he smiles at you, the edges of his eyes crinkling.

You can’t help but smile back, “Okay, thanks, E-eddie,” you stammer out. His name feeling so odd on your tongue, he’s your best friend’s dad, would Violet think its weird that you call him by his first name now?

He smiles contently like he made the right decision and goes back to working on your car. You lean against his car just watching him work, seeing how his hands knowingly move on all the parts of your car that you don’t even know the names of, only being able to identify the windshield wiper fluid cap and oil fill cap. You look at his now uncovered arms that you didn’t see the last time you got a good look at him, you could see right near his left wrist Violets name tattooed in beautiful cursive, and D20 right above his left elbow. You see how veiny his hands and arms are, probably due to years of playing the guitar and working on various motorcycles and cars.

“So, what are you going to school for?” he says, looking at you through the corner of his eye while he works.

“Psychology mostly,” you reply easily.

“What do you want to do with it? Your degree?” he responds.

“I’d love to work with kids, I felt like no one ever listened to me as a kid, so I’d love to be able to be a safe space for kids to express themselves.” You shared, this was something you’ve been passionate for a while, wanting to work with kids. Giving them something that you never got when you were a kid, a place where they felt understood even if they didn’t feel like that at home.

He looks up at you from his work with an impressed look on his face, “That’s really fucking cool Y/N, I wish stuff like that had been around when I was a kid. Woulda made Middle School and High School a lot more bearable for me, trust me.”

Your heartbreaks at his confession, you figured that he probably wasn’t always the suave sexy metal head that he is now, and he probably got teased a lot when he was a kid. It reminded you of your own experiences in school, teased and never really fitting in anywhere. Violet went through something similar except it never really seemed to bother her, she was always the type of kid that always knew who she was and didn’t let anyone get in her way. You always admired that about her.

“Honestly me too,” you confess.

Eddie raises an eyebrow at you, “No way, You and Vi had loads of friends in Middle School,” he says.

“Yeah, in Middle School sure, but high school was brutal without her there, kids are mean.” You say sadly, rubbing your boot into the asphalt trying to wash away depressing memories of eating in the bathroom and crying yourself to sleep at night.

Eddie scrunches his eyebrows together and nods knowingly, sharing that feeling. “Yeah, teenagers are fucking assholes.”

You nod knowingly, as Eddie steps around the front of your car to get into the driver’s seat, scootching closing to you, grabbing the side of your waist as he passes you. You take a shallow breath, and your mouth runs dry. His hand felt so perfect on your waist, like it belonged there… and then your mind wanders to Steve, his touch felt the same way.

Eddie got into the front seat and turned your key in the ignition, and sure enough your car roared to life.

“Huzzahh!” Eddie cheered, getting out of the driver’s seat and bowing to you. A smile plastered across his face in triumph.

“There ya go honey good as new, although you should stop by the house sometime, so I can put a new battery in your car, it looks like it’s about to take a shit on you, and I want you to be safe during the Winter.” He says casually wiping the oil and grease off his fingers with the rag in his tool kit.

He wants you to be safe

“That would be great, thank you again, honestly I don’t know what I would have done without you. What do I owe you Eddie?” you ask. Surely, he’d want some compensation for driving all the way out here on a Friday, probably ruining his plans to come help his daughters best friend with her car.

“On the house, and don’t fight me on this I’m not accepting any money from you.” He says slightly stern but in a way that makes you smile lightly.

“I’ll figure out a way to make it up to you or something, do you like cookies? I’ll bake you some cookies for all your help,” you insist.

“IF you happen to make double chocolate chip cookies and bring them over to the house, for Violet of course, I wouldn’t say no to one or two,” he says slyly.

“I’ll bring them over this weekend.” you say determined to not be in debt to him.

He packs his tools back into the trunk of his truck and shrugs his leather jacket back on, “I’ll hold you to that sweetheart.” he winks at you before getting back into his truck and waving to you as he drives off the lot.

You get back into your newly fixed car and drive home to your apartment, first thing on the agenda, a very cold shower.

The next few weeks had been an absolute whirlwind of epic proportions. Steve came back with your grades for your latest paper, and when yours got passed to you, at the top of your paper, “SEE ME AFTER CLASS” was written in blue pen. After class he explained that he was “very impressed” with your work and effort you spent on your paper and asked you to be his TA and help him a couple of days a week. Help him with grading papers, answering any questions your classmates had on assignments or class subjects, and help with lectures for upcoming classes. You couldn’t have said yes faster, not only did you have a huge massive crush on him. But you genuinely enjoyed his class and were excited to prove yourself. On those days you spent most of the time after your classes, spent huddled in his office with him grading papers or talking about different upcoming subjects you were going to learn in class. It was becoming one of your favorite parts of your day, you always left his office in the best mood. Plus, the flirting and your attraction to him only grew during this time, you noticed he started going more and more out of his way to touch you, or holding eye contact with you longer than was probably appropriate. You welcomed it, Steve made you feel like you were on cloud nine, some nights the two of you were left in his office until after dark, after all the work was done, just flirting and talking about life. Eating shitty takeout food that he’d grab from the cafeteria or the two of you would order in.

He always treated you with respect letting you talk about your feelings or whatever was on your mind, you eventually opening up to him about why you wanted to go into psychology, and he opened up to you about how he hadn’t always been the way he is now, and how there are parts of his past he’s ashamed of. The two of you bonded over your lack of family you had in your life, you told him about your parents basically ditching you after graduation and he told you about how his parents cut him off when he told them what decided what he wanted to do with his life and hadn’t heard much from him since. He reassured you that the only family that actually mattered was your chosen family and the people who love you that you let into your little corner of the world. You talked about your views on the world and your dreams. You liked that about him, that he listened to you and how modest and genuine he is, you assumed at first glance that someone with good looks like him and his upbringing he’d have an large ego. Which wasn’t entirely wrong, but not in a bad way. You’d come to really like Steve Harrington, he had an ego the size of a lake but a heart to match.

Which made it even more confusing on the days that you didn’t spend in his office. See you had saved up enough money for school and your expenses for the first couple of weeks, but that money only stretched so far. So, you looked for a job, and you became desperate. Being in a college town, good jobs that weren’t already taken by other college students were far and few between and being a TA wasn’t enough. So, one night after school when you were at Violets, Eddie overheard you talking about your dilemma, and offered you a job working for him. Eddie worked as a record producer and worked closely with a few music managers who were looking for social media manager. Which you happily accepted, there were no set hours and you could do a majority of your work in your pjs at home unless you needed to get Eddies opinion on something then you’d spend time out in the garage with him while he gave you advice or things the label is looking for in terms of the clients image or engagement numbers you needed to hit.

Sometimes you’d even make up excuses just to go over and spend time with him in the garage. He was patient with you while you slowly opened up to him about things that had happened over the past few years that you never wanted to worry Violet with, cheating boyfriends, bad friends, financial problems, and he took it all with stride, listening to and giving advice where he could. He’d spend time reminiscing about the “glory days” when his band, Corroded Coffin, used to play gigs every weekend at the hideout, a small bar on the outside of town. Or when he was in high school, he ran a club in school called the Hellfire Club where all his friends would play DnD, he even showed you that he got Hell Fire tattooed across his knuckles. You’d spend hours over there just tucked away in Eddies little corner of the house, sometimes he’d play songs for you on his guitar, or when he found out you had never played DnD he spent a few nights teaching you all the basics in case you ever wanted to play. You liked the way you felt when you were around Eddie, in a similar way that Steve did, Eddie quieted your thoughts of self-doubt and anxiety that usually swirled around in your head. You really liked Eddie, and it made your feelings even more confused because you felt guilty keeping all of this from Violet. You didn’t know how she would react to you having a crush on her dad, and you never wanted to put your friendship with her in danger. She was basically the only family you had, and you intended to keep it that way, even if it meant keeping your crush on her father a secret.

It all came to a head about a month later. You were staying late in Steve’s office grading papers while he was reading over some scientific studies that he was going to go over in class that following week. You were reading over a specific paper, a girl who sat behind you in class, who giggled at Steve during the first day of class. She had a lot of typos in her paper, and you had a hard time following her methods and asked for Steves opinion. He got up from his desk and went over to the other side of his desk where you were sitting, hovering over you so his face was close to yours. You loved when he did this, being able to see the honey bits in his eyes or the way his eyebrows scrunch together when he was thinking really hard, or how he ran his tongue along his lips to wet them.

For some reason the air in the room seems extra electrified, the tension being so thick, you could cut it with a knife. Your breath hitched as he got extra close to read a specific part in the paper, you could smell his cologne so clearly it was intoxicating. Steve turned to you to tell you what points to dock from her paper, but you didn’t hear a single word he was saying, it was all drowned out by the lust you felt for him. You think he could sense it too, his eyes kept flickering between your eyes and your lips.

Oh gods was this really happening?

You could see his face getting closer and closer to yours, you closed your eyes, bracing for impact. Your heart was beating faster than you ever thought humanly possible. And then, he kissed you. More intensely than you’d ever been kissed before, he started out soft, testing the waters. Slowly brushing his lips against yours, working up intensity until his tongue prodded your lips asking for an invitation in. The invitation happily accepted by you, you welcomed him in with your lips and sighed into the kiss, allowing your hand to grasp at the hairs at the nape of his neck. He held onto the side of your face like if he let go, you’d vanish. You kissed like this for a minute or two, lips melding together and tongues intertwining. He tasted like his spearmint gum that he chews sometimes, and his lips were softer than you ever thought humanly possible.

But as quickly as it started, it stopped. Steve de-tangled himself from your grip and stood back.

“Fuck, holy shit, I- Y/N I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have done that. I’m your teacher for Christ’s sake… FUCK!” he shouted.

You jump at the volume of his voice, you were not used to this Steve, or the tone he was using. He paced around the room for a few minutes, and you looked at your shoes embarrassed. Embarrassed because you weren’t sorry it happened. You had been dreaming for weeks about what his lips would feel like or what he'd taste like.

“I’m not Steve, you don’t need to be sorry because.. because I wanted it to happen, I’ll only be your student for a few more months and then after that we can do whatever we want,” you blurt out in desperation. Allowing the thoughts and dreams that hide in your head to spill out of your mouth. Steve sighs and sits back down in his chair, taking his glasses off his face and pinching the bridge of his nose with his middle finger and thumb.

“I- I think you should just go Y/N, I need to figure out what to do. This shouldn’t have happened and I’m sorry it did,” he murmurs.

His words act like daggers in your heart, stealing all the breath from your lungs. All the worst-case scenarios that played out in your head when you felt insecure, now playing out right in front of you. You were angry, you know he feels the same way but he’s too much of a coward to do anything about it.

“Fuck you Steve, fuck you!” you bite out through your teeth, not allowing the tears to flow from your eyes, just yet. He just rejected you, the last thing you wanted was for him to see you cry. You pack up all the things that had been splayed-out all over Steve’s desk, shoving them into your bookbag, and storming out of the room.

Before you’re even out of the building the tears start streaming down your face, you choke back sobs as you get into your car. You bury your head in your hands, your shoulders shaking from how hard you were crying. You can’t go home, you thought. Not to an empty apartment where it’s even more apparent just how alone you are.

You put the key into the ignition and go to the only other place in town that you can think of going to, Violet’s house. You prayed to any god that could hear you, that Violet was home, but Eddie was not. You did not want him to see you like this, especially over a guy. He’d heard all the pathetic stories of love that hadn’t worked out you didn’t need to add another to the list.

Somehow luck was on your side with this, Eddie’s car was not in the driveway, only Violets. You get out of the car, not even bothering to lock it and run up to the door and let yourself inside with the key Violet had given you after your first week in Hawkins. Tears still streaming down your face, you take in your new surroundings; Violet was sitting on the couch watching some dumb rom com and eating popcorn. She looks startled by the sudden intrusion and the state you were in. Your mascara all smudged, and you had tears streaming down your face.

“Y/N? What happened?” she coos. She gets off the couch and walks over to you, her face softens when she gets closer to you, her face now shrouded in worry. She pulls you fiercely into a hug and just lets you cry on her shoulder. Eventually she brings you over to the couch and she gets you to tell her the events that have unfolded. She listened intently while you told her about your professor and how you felt about him, and then about how he rejected you after a mind-blowing kiss. She held your hand the entire time, rubbing soothing circles into your hand.

Just as you had finished telling her what happened you heard the familiar jingle of the doorknob and the heavy boots that followed. You couldn’t look at him right now, not when you looked like this.

“Hey, hey party people, I didn’t know you were coming over tonight I shoulda got more beer from the store!” Eddie sang. The closer Eddie got to you he realized something was off and stopped in his tracks.

“Now’s not a good time dad,” Violet said, still focusing her attention on you.

“What happened? Y/N are you okay? Are you hurt? Did something happen with your car?” his questions flying by you a million miles a minute. Too exhausted to say anything you let Violet speak for you.

“She kissed a guy at school, and he rejected her,” Violet says as softly as she can.

“Y/N kissed a guy at school?” he said, you could hear an edge in his voice that made you flinch slightly.

“Yes, dad god did you have to repeat it? She’s been through enough tonight. Come Y/N lets go upstairs.” She says clearly annoyed with her dad’s lack of empathy.

You couldn’t bear to look at Eddie, so you allow Violet to usher you upstairs into her room. You two cuddle up in her bed, she lets you borrow some clothes to spend the night in and gives you a makeup wipe to wash the mascara and mostly cried off eyeliner off your face. You felt so taken care of by her, you remember you used to do this for her in Middle School when boys would be shitheads to her, it took a lot to break Violet, but boys are the worst.

At some point Violet fell asleep when you guys were listening to a true crime podcast, you felt your tummy grumble and slowly slipped out of her room to find a snack in the kitchen. You were so worked up after the incident with Steve you had forgotten to eat something more than a few handfuls of popcorn. Downstairs was more quiet than usual, you couldn’t hear soft metal music coming from the garage or Eddies light humming. You assumed maybe he had gone out for the night.

Until he scared the shit out of you sitting at the kitchen table, silently. He looked upset, nursing a glass of amber liquid in his hand.

“Holy fuck you scared me, warn a woman, jeez!” you say, sounding a little more like your normal self when your alone with him. Usually, Eddie would retort with a smart-ass remark, but instead you got silence and a slight sad smile on his face. You sense he’s not in the mood, so you move farther into the kitchen to grab yourself an iced tea from the fridge and make yourself a sandwich.

It was usually never this awkward between the two of you, it broke your heart a bit. You just lost Steve and now it felt like you were losing Eddie too.

“Did he kiss you or did you kiss him?” he asked quietly.

You jumped a little not expecting him to speak. Trying to word things very carefully so there was no confusion.

“He kissed me and then I kissed him back, and then he broke off the kiss and told me to leave.” You sigh sadly and take a big gulp of your iced tea.

“Idiot.” he muttered under his breath.

You thought that’s what you heard but you didn’t know for certain.

“What?” you question.

“I said he’s an idiot.” he said a bit louder for you to hear clearly.

That made your aching heart flutter inside your chest. Men are impossible to read.

“Oh.” you murmur, not really sure what to say.

“He’s an idiot because I’d never let a girl like you go,” he says calmly.

You heart could beat outside of your chest right now, his words set your skin on fire. But you were simultaneously hit with overwhelming guilt. Violet. Your best friend. The one sleeping soundly upstairs who would never do anything to hurt you.

“Yeah, but there’s a lot more at stake here,” You say trying to tread lightly.

He abruptly pushes out of his chair and heads to the garage door. “Yeah I know.” he says, sounding a mix between disappointed and angry.

You could feel a new rush of tears welling in your eyes, not only did you lose Steve today, but you were going to lose Eddie too. Two out of your three safe spaces, gone in one day. You felt so small, like you were free falling and you couldn’t grab anything to save yourself.

“What do you want from me Eddie?” you say defeated, barely above a whisper.

Eddie stops at your words, opening up the door to the garage, so close to freedom. His eyes now soft, seeing the state of you. “Nothing sweetheart, I want nothing from you.”

You just nod at his words, slouching your shoulders trying to protect your broken heart. Willing yourself to accept the fact that you lost both of them today, and there’s nothing that you can do to change it. You look at the floor, watching your tears slowly cloud your vision. You just hoped he left the room before you start actually crying.

Then you hear the garage door shut and feel the last of your heart shatter with it. You look up to confirm what your heart already knew, that Eddie was gone.

But where a closed door should be, showed the outline of Eddie standing in front of a closed door. You tried to blink away the tears, to try and figure out if you were seeing things correctly. The look on Eddies face was between a mixture of pain and confliction, his fists squeezed at his sides.

“Fuck it.” is the last thing you hear him say before he takes long strides over to you in the kitchen. Now right in front of you he cradles your face in his hands and kisses you firmly. You wrap your arms around his neck, forcing him to stay. His calloused hands wiping away your tears. You moan into his touch, opening your mouth and allowing his tongue to dance with yours. He kisses you with such passion, showing you with actions he what couldn’t say with his words. You push him impossibly closer to you, willing the two of you to meld into one if that what it took, not letting him have the chance to leave you. He takes that as an invitation to lift you up and put you on the ledge of the kitchen counter. Your legs caging him in on either side of his body.

“Please don’t go.” you mutter wetly between kisses. Eddie moves from your mouth and leaves kisses from the edges of your wet eyes to a part on your neck that made your skin irrupt in goosebumps.

“Never baby, m not goin anywhere I promise.” he reassures nuzzling his nose against a sweet spot on your neck. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Feeling a little better than you did a minute ago. Kissing Eddie made every other rational thought cease to exist in your brain. Just you, and Eddie, your bodies moving in tandem with each other. Harmony.

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Make Me a Monster~

An Ygor x reader fic

-Major smut! Minors DNI!

-5.2k words

-originally posted in AO3

Notes:

Hello, you delightful freaks!🥀

I have not written any piece of fanfiction in over three years, so I hope this turned out okay! Ignore the fact that I switch between past to present tense for the first half of the work... The hyperfixation on Ygor is just too strong for me to resist... also this is literally so freaky aaah like plz don’t judge me toooo harshly for this!

The title of the piece is based on the song "Make Me a Monster" by World's First Cinema. It's very good, so I would definitely give it a listen!

Also, a small reminder: Do not harass any of the Ygor actors at the Universal parks. They are just people doing their jobs, so please don't be weird to them! Remember, roaming actors are a privilege, so don't take their presence for granted!

All that being said, I hope you enjoy!

I packed as quickly as I could when I received Victoria Frankenstein’s urgent letter. Scrawled in ink were words sealing her doom- Darkmoore’s doom. Frantic blotches marred the fair parchment, along with sinister burns on the edges. Something was amiss. I knew it. I clamored about my abode, snatching potions and liniments off shelves and heavy occult volumes from beneath layers of dust. I packed only the essentials: wooden stakes, holy water, and silver bullets for my aging pistol. Before I opened my door to the madness awaiting me, I grabbed my cloak, letting the threadbare fabric drape across my shoulders. With a swish, I was gone. Maybe I should have looked back once more, for I had no inkling of the world I was about to enter. All I knew was the messy writing that stated,

Dracula has escaped the manor.

It was true, Dracula (amongst many other fiendish creatures of the night) had broken free of their torment rings nestled within the basement of Frankenstein Manor. Victoria explained it quickly before she ushered me up a flight of creaky stairs to a drafty guest room. Apparently, her henchman would be attending to me shortly… Now, I sit in this dimly-lit hovel, swimming in anxiety about what in Darwin’s name I should do about this conundrum. I lift my hefty bag onto the simple wooden desk I’m sitting at. Within this bag are all of my tools- both intellectual and physical- for hunting monsters. I palm a small leather-bound journal and flip through its aged pages gingerly. Ah, my mentor’s field notes. He always knew the right things to do in an emergency, so maybe I should take a leaf from the pages of Van Helsing, right? Of course, I forgot to mention that my old teacher was in fact him- famed monster hunter of Europe, and the man that brought Dracula to his knees! But, as for me, I am only a humble ex-student of his, trying as I may to carry out his legacy, even if it is daunting. Soon, my eyes land upon a page entitled Vampires: Stakes, Sunlight, and Sorcery. What Not to Do When Encountering a Nosferatu. Before I could read on, an unseen fist pounded at my door. An electric shock rippled through my body.

“God, a little bit jumpy for a monster hunter, aren’t ya?” My inner monologue chastised me.

“Coming!” I hoarsely yelled.

I opened the heavy door to a strange little man, who was standing awkwardly a few mere inches away from the threshold. He was an odd but undeniably handsome-looking fellow. Large, circular goggles obscured his eyes from view, which would have been covered by his mop of raven hair anyway. A stained leather apron draped over his lanky frame and loose-fitting (and remarkably stained, I might add) shirt. Perhaps I was ogling for too long, as his thickly accented voice broke the silence harshly.

“You are the monster hunter, yes?”

I regained my bearings. “Oh! Yes! Of course! I am (y/n). And you are?”

“I am Ygor. I tend to Victoria’s every need around the manor, and I have been assigned to help you, too, yes?” He stood up straighter as he spoke, attempting to project an air of confidence.

“It’s… a pleasure to meet you, Ygor.” I tested out the syllables of his name on my tongue. “Now I was going to ask you… Well, someone, anyone really…” I stammered, “If I could perhaps get a tour of the manor if it isn’t too much trouble, of course. And perhaps a look around Darkmoore couldn’t hurt either?” I found myself running over my own words. So much for looking like a confident monster slayer in front of Victoria’s lackey.

“Ah! Ygor will show you! No trouble! No trouble at all! Come! We mustn’t have our resident creature-killer be all jumbly-mumbly around town, can we?” Ygor started bounding down the stairs with each word. I swiftly followed, snagging my cloak on the way out.

“So you knew Van Helsing, right?” The man inquired when I breathlessly caught up to him.

“Knew him? I studied under him. He taught me everything he knew! I just hope I can fix your little problem here on my own.” I replied.

“On your own? Nah, you have Ygor to help, of course!” He nudged my shoulder like an old friend. I was flattered by his offer of help, but I could tell he didn’t exactly know what he was getting into. Without wanting to burst his bubble, I veered the subject slightly.

“So why can’t Victoria recapture the beasts herself? She seemed pretty frantic in her letter, and even when I got here. Is she…”

Before I could finish, I was cut off by Ygor.

“She is tending to the broken torment rings. Darkmoore needs her for protection. She cannot put herself in the amount of danger that you or I find ourselves in.”

“So we’re just expendables to her, then?” I state, feeling slightly offended.

“No! We are just smaller parts of a bigger plan. Ah! Here we are!” Ygor unfurls his arms in front of the hulking behemoth of a front door. “Are you ready to see the village?”

I nod, and we descend onto the cobblestoned streets of the dilapidated town called Darkmoore.

The full moon casts a milky blue light on the rain-moistened roofs of the village. The manor stands hulking and intimidating behind us, providing a mysterious backdrop to our quick jaunt. The town is remarkably quiet and still; windows are shuttered, and doors are locked. The only sound is the click of our heels on the makeshift road beneath our feet. The misty moonlight plays off of Ygor’s strong features, highlighting the angles of his jaw and cheekbones. He notices my glances at him and steals a quick one at me, sporting a lopsided grin. In this light, I would say he even looks handsome.

God, what has come over me? I scarcely even know the guy, and now I’m fantasizing about him in the moonlight?

I choose to refocus my attention to the ear-splitting silence that pervades the place. It seems even the crickets have abandoned this godforsaken settlement. Before I can comment on the hush, a rip-roaring gush of merriment comes streaming out of a nearby building. A rugged, bearded man comes stumbling out the door with a mug of ale in hand, singing some ballad in a language that has scarcely touched my ears.

“That would be The Burning Blade. It got lit on fire, then poof! Everyone wants to go get drunkies at the place that didn’t burn down! Something with the villagers trying to ‘reclaim from the monsters…’ Ygor doesn’t know.” The raven-haired man gestured to the building. I noted that it has been converted from an old windmill. Strange. But I suppose if you live in a town like Darkmoore, you’ve got to use what you’re given.

“You know, Doctor Victoria saved it from burning down! But all the thanks she gets is all these stupid people blaming her for whenever someone gets disemboweled by a werewolf! Like hello! That was the lycanthrope’s fault, not her’s!” Ygor rambles. I’m starting to like the strange way in which he speaks.

“How did she stop it from burning down?” I ask, genuinely interested.

“I tell you later, yeah?” He dashes the conversation with a terse tone. Strange, it seems as though he is hiding something from me. I brush it off, however. Why worry about something so seemingly trivial?

“Well, it certainly seems like an… interesting place,” I remark.

“If it wasn’t crawling with hounds. Sad excuses for monster hunters. Not good ones, like you.”

Was that a compliment? I couldn’t exactly tell. Either way, it would be a small kindness that would not go unappreciated.

“Onward! I must show you the cemetery!” Ygor points his glove-adorned hand beyond a ring of mist hovering just before the forest tree line.

“Do you ever take those gloves off?” I playfully tug at the tips of one of his fingers. Okay. Don’t get too bold. You don’t want to get distracted. I thought to myself.

“Eh… right now is not so good. I got hurt a little,” Ygor replied sheepishly, bringing his gloved hand to his chest.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to pry, I just-”

“Ygor messed up a little at his job, is all. And sometimes the doctor gets angry. It’s really only just a scratch! Not as bad as it usually is!” He cheerily cried, obviously trying to hide the fact that he was upset.

“Doctor Victoria …hurts you?” I gently took his gloved hand, careful not to disturb the marred flesh underneath it.

He shuddered, not accustomed to the gentle touch of another human being. “Only a little bit. Only when Ygor deserves it.”

“Ygor, listen to me. I don’t think anyone deserves to be hurt. And for the record, I think you’re doing a great job.” My words obviously affected him. His legs started shaking, and he threw his head back in frustration. “Now, can I remove your gloves and have a look?”

He reluctantly nodded. I gingerly slid each finger out until the rubber hit the soft ground with a whomp. His hands were indeed a mess. Not only were they covered in calluses from his toil, but his palms were mangled with red cuts that sprawled outwards in a lightning-bolt formation.

I traced his wounds gently until he hissed in discomfort.

“I’m sorry!” I recoiled my hands from his.

“No, it feels nice.” He uttered, gently brushing my fingers with his. “No one has ever been this kind to Ygor.”

I fished a spare liniment out of my satchel with my free hand.

“Here. This should help.” I rubbed a blob of it onto his palms, instantly eliciting a small groan from him.

“Th-thank you, (y/n).” He breathed.

“Don’t even mention it. Here, take this.” I pushed the salve into the front pocket of his apron. “For future use. You’ll need it more than I.”

“How can Ygor repay you?” He asked, looking like a lost puppy.

“You don’t have to repay me, silly. Now come, let’s go look at that graveyard.” I slowly reach for his hand and bring it up to my lips. Keeping eye contact with the man, I plant a small kiss on each of his knuckles. His body starts to tremble. Ygor shakily brings his hand up to cup my cheek, gaining confidence as he traces my lips with his thumb.

“(Y/n), you are so beautiful…” he breathes.

He leans in, almost connecting his lips to mine, until a harsh howl cuts through the underbrush. I stiffen. I hadn’t even grabbed a weapon before I left! I silently cursed myself for being so unprepared. I look at Ygor desperately.

“Run.”

The next moments were a blur of blackened sky and verdant greenery whizzing by as we ran for cover, only to find solace in the aforementioned cemetery. Ygor and I crouched beneath a sizable tombstone, barely letting our labored breaths escape our lips. I listened for the approach of the howling beast; however, the night was as still as can be. No crickets. No wind. No ruckus from the Burning Blade. All seemed serene and safe. But of course, I knew better. Van Helsing warned that werewolves are known to silently stalk their prey before attacking. If this creature caught a glimpse of us, we were most definitely its new meal. I glanced at Ygor beside me, his chest rising and falling erratically. He slowly turned his neck, his goggle-clad eyes landing on mine.

“Is he gone?” He half-whispers.

This was the wrong move. Suddenly, a rustle emanates from the opposite end of the graveyard.

“Nope.” I curtly reply. “Stay as still as possible.” I attempt to speak without moving my lips- Ygor gets the message. Our backs are flush against the chilly tombstone of some unlucky soul who probably died too soon or too slowly. Ygor’s trembling hand expertly finds mine in the dark. I feel a sliver of safety with his presence by my side, even if it is simply a placebo. The disturbance in the tall grass grows louder with every passing second. This beast was just moments away from tearing out both of our hearts with his cruel fangs. The full moon shone bright and blue above the stars until the hulking leviathan form of the werewolf ascended from the grass, greedily dominating my entire field of vision. With an ear-splitting howl, the monster reared on its haunches, preparing to deliver death to us both. I braced myself, silently cursing my eagerness to leave the safety of the manor. I squeezed my eyes shut and waited for the death blow… but it didn’t come. I squinted my eyes open to see none other than Ygor, lunging in front of me, putting his frail body in harm's way to protect me. The gigantic wolf took a swipe at him, which he clumsily parried with his arm. I moved to pull Ygor away from the wicked being, hooking my arms around his middle and yanking him backwards, just swift enough to avoid a claw to the mid-section. The werewolf hunkered down in the greenery, rearing to make its final pounce.

“Come away, foul vermin! We will hunt another night!” A booming, heavily accented voice echoed through the night.

The werewolf collected itself and ran off into the forest, leaving Ygor shivering in my arms, gushing blood from his arm.

“D-Dracula?” Ygor whimpered.

Ah. That’s who the voice belonged to.

“Dracula? What? He was just here?” I was flabbergasted. To be in such close proximity to two monsters that needed capturing… well, let’s just say I wasn’t doing very well at my job.

“Y-yeah. That’s the guy.” His voice trembled before he collapsed into me with a thunk.

I finally released him from my iron grasp just to gently nudge him to the side so I could catch my breath again. I noted a sizable amount of blood that had soiled my velvet dress, then I noticed what the culprit of the sanguine fluid was. Ygor’s arm had been viciously ripped open by the wolf and was losing blood at an alarming rate.

Ygor must have noticed my concerned expression when he weakly joked, “Hey, I’m used to it.” Brandishing a shaky thumbs-up.

“Let’s get you back to the manor, huh? It looks like you could use some stitches. A lot of stitches.” I pulled him up off the sacred ground, then offered my arm in assurance. He took it carefully, and we began our long stroll back to Frankenstein Manor.

Ygor spilled onto a metal gurney in the bowels of the manor. He had woozily led me down yet another set of treacherous stairs to an intimidating laboratory that housed everything one may need for an experiment. However, there would be no experiments tonight. All I had to do was fix Ygor up before he lost enough blood to be unfit for even Dracula to drain. The disheveled man was gushing blood onto the table, yet he remained incredibly collected.

“Where do you keep your thread? Do you have needles?” I frantically flitted around the room, almost pulling drawers off their hinges to find what I needed.

“Second drawer down next to that skeleton over there.” Ygor weakly directed.

I made a beeline to collect the suture-ware, along with a cloth and a bowl of clean water. I placed the goods onto a metal cart and tried to regain my composure as I wheeled it over to him- at least for Ygor’s sake. He sat stiffly upright, clutching the bloodstained fabric of his once white tunic.

“Relax. It’s okay.” I gently pushed my hand to his chest so that he reclined onto the harsh gurney. He slowly melted into my touch and obliged, “I’m going to fix you up, okay? There is really nothing to worry about…” I mused as I threaded the medical string into the eye of the needle. I gazed at his form until a realization dawned on me.

I am going to have to remove his shirt.

For medical purposes, of course.

“Ygor?” I tentatively asked.

“Yes?” He groaned.

“May I…” I gestured to his sleeve. “Remove this?”

“Oh, this? My shirt? My- yeah. Whatever you need to do, doctor.” He stammered. Maybe it was the loss of blood. Or maybe he was getting nervous.

The remaining blood that rushed in his veins rose to his cheeks, painting them a rosy red.

I cautiously grasped the front of his apron as I lifted it over his head. The shirt underneath was held together with a few mismatched buttons that had certainly been repurposed over time. I began undoing the very top one. My knuckles brushed his Adam's apple as a tremor racked his body. I move downwards carefully, expertly unraveling each piece that held the fabric together, the fabric that was shielding his visage from my gaze. I reached the lowermost buttons, although they were seemingly tucked into his trousers. I lifted my gaze to his, silently asking permission to unbuckle his pants so I could access the rest of his shirt. He gave a small nod. I worked quickly, not wanting to linger on this area for too long and make him uncomfortable. However, I felt an undeniable heat building in the pit of my stomach when I brushed the crotch of his pants. I was soon able to extract the shirt and fully unbutton it.

“Okay. I’m going to take this off for you. Let me know if anything hurts, alright?” I breathe, running my hands over his shoulders, grasping at the only threads of restraint I had left.

“You could never hurt Ygor, y/n,” he sighed, leaning closer in to nudge against my neck. “If you carved me up and beat me every day, I don’t think it would hurt. I would thank you for whatever you did to me.” His strong hand crept up my frame, finding purchase just underneath my breasts.

“Please, stitch me up so I can show you how much I care for you.” He pleaded with wide eyes (or what I can imagine was the case behind his nebulous goggles).

It didn’t take much more encouragement than that for me to begin my work. I slipped his garment off to reveal his toned chest, where the milky skin was punctuated with sprawling constellations of scars, reaching far and wide like rivers on a map.

“See? I told you I’m used to it,” Ygor joked with a half-smile. “I always get stitched back up!”

“Does it still… hurt?” I inquired as I wet the cloth and began to clean his ghastly injury.

“Of course it does. But Ygor doesn’t mind.” His tone turned dark.

I prepared the needle and thread and held it at the base of his forearm.

“Ready?” I pricked his skin as he emitted a delighted groan.

“Very much.”

Each suture seemed to elicit a pleasurable response from Ygor. The more blood that was being replenished in his body, the more electric he seemed to become. Jolts of energy coursed through him whenever the needle pierced his flesh. Just as I was about to tie my seventh or so suture, he yanked his arm away.

“Hey! I’m not finished with that!’ I griped.

“Ygor thinks you should maybe switch position. It doesn’t seem like you have the right… How would you say? Vantage point to correctly stitch me up.” Ygor mused, holding his arm just out of my reach.

“And what would you suggest would be the best ‘vantage point’ to do this?” I asked cockily.

“Just come up here.” He motioned to the gurney on which he lay astride.

“I don’t know if there’s room for us both on there.” I became bashful. Was he implying what I think he was implying?

“Just crawl onto Ygor’s lap, yes? Don’t be scared.” His tone was much huskier than what I was used to.

I obeyed, because what the hell? Who was I to refuse this monstrously handsome lab assistant who so vehemently wanted me?

I slowly slunk onto his frame, stopping at the unbuckled crotch of his pants. His breathing grew heavier as I sank down to perch atop him.

“That’s it, you delightful freak.” He praised. “Now, take your needle and thread and see how much better this is.”

“What medical book did you read this in?” I asked playfully as I resumed my stitching.

“Don’t worry about it, just focus on how Ygor feels beneath you, yes?”

Oh god, yes.

As I worked on his arm, his other hand slithered up my thigh, causing me to falter.

“Ygor…” I sighed.

“What is it, my lab rat?” He purred.

“Please, Ygor, I need you so badly.” My words tumbled out of my mouth before I could control them.

“Soon, my darling. But just focus for now.” His hand left my thigh and traveled upwards to cup my breast. My breath hitched as he started kneading the tender flesh between his lithe fingers.

I was almost done with the sutures. I just needed to hold on for a few small moments before I could give into him.

“Am I distracting you?” He breathed innocently as he located my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“N-no…” I trailed off.

“Well, then Ygor should do a better job, then, yeah?” He rose so his lips brushed my neck, planting gentle kisses on my sensitive flesh. I just had one more stitch to go. I could do this. Ygor held me still with the strength residing in one hand so he could access the perfect spot on my neck to defile. I sighed as I cut the final thread on his arm and pulled back.

“Finished,” I stated breathlessly.

“Good little lab rat. Now, please, let Ygor thank you for everything you’ve done for him.”

In a flash, he flipped me onto my back, my spine stinging from the cold material of the gurney. Ygor stood before me, flexing his freshly seamed arm.

“Good work.” He nodded.

He looked like Michelangelo’s David, except marred with stitches and scars galore. But his imperfections were glorious and gorgeous to me. I wanted to lap up every drop of blood that flooded the table beneath me just to taste all of him. I was yearning to consume him, both in flesh and sanguine substances. Ygor lifted his orb-like goggles from his eyes, squinting at the electric light of the lab. He sported two mismatched irises- one blue, the other green. Remarkable.

“Ygor doesn’t want these to get in the way…” He admitted, tossing the eyewear onto the stone floor.

“Ygor, please…” A small moan escaped my lips as I pressed myself into the gurney.

The man noticed my neediness and slunk onto the edge of the metal, anchoring his palms on my hips.

“Allow me?” He hooked his hands around the clasp of my belt.

“Just take it off. All of it.” God, I was so desperate.

Ygor made quick work of my belt, then allowed his fingers to roam across the crushed velvet of my bodice. He was trying to extend the moment for as long as he could handle; however, I could tell he was reaching his breaking point. He yanked the buttons of my blouse apart, causing them to bounce onto the floor in a giddy waltz.

“Ygor will replace those later.” He said hurriedly.

He then migrated down to my skirt, reverently sliding it down my thighs and leaving it in a massive pool at my ankles. I lay before him, only my brassiere and panties shielding my most intimate parts. Heat pooled at my core at the mere thought of him touching me again. Ygor palmed himself through his trousers, visibly aroused.

“You are gorgeous.” He groaned as his eyes roamed my form.

“You’re perfect,” I replied.

He shed his pants in a flash, revealing his hard cock, already leaking precum. He gave it a couple of hard strokes before allowing a strangled moan to fall from his lips.

“Do you- do you see what you do to Ygor? How hard I am for you?” He maneuvered himself to meet my lips, our noses brushing. “Let me please you. I’ll be so good for you- do whatever you want.” He rasped. So eager, so perfect.

“You’re gonna be good for me, Ygor?” I tug experimentally on the back of his raven-toned hair.

“Yes. Yes! Just tell me what to do!” He melted into my touch.

“Why don’t I show you?” A wave of boldness washed over me as I pushed him southwards so that he was hovering over my pussy.

“Why don’t you put that pretty little mouth to work?” I commanded.

He gazed up at me with those crystalline eyes, and I was done for. He ripped my undergarments off and plunged his tongue into me, working it as his nose bumped against my clit, sending me spiraling, unravelling at the hands (or tongue, I suppose) of Doctor Victoria’s strange assistant. I tangled my hands in his mop of hair, and his ministrations only intensified. I allowed a moan to rack my body, and I could feel Ygor grinning beneath me.

“G-good boy.” I could barely even form the words.

I could hear what sounded like words from Ygor, but they came out as incoherent babbles. I pushed him back just slightly, and the man was a mess. His pupils were dilated into shiny black discs, and his mouth was slick with my arousal.

“What was that? Use your words, pet.” I stroked his chin gently.

“C-can Ygor… touch himself?” He sheepishly inquired.

I marinated on this for a brief moment, until a newfound sense of dominance took hold.

“No. You cannot. Not until you make me cum. I don’t want you spent just yet.”

“Yes! Yes, of course! Thank you, ma’am.” He nuzzled against my thigh, planting a sloppy kiss on the skin. I could tell he was straining, his cock red and full. But I liked this side of Ygor, so ready to please.

He resumed his attention to my clit. I knew I wouldn’t last much longer at this rate. With a few more swipes of his tongue, I felt an orgasmic storm rain across my flesh. I clamped my thighs down on his poor head as his hands grasped at me desperately.

“F-Fuck Ygor, you make me feel so good!” I cried out.

Ygor emerged from between my legs, a dopey grin painting his slick features.

“Can I touch myself now, please?” He tentatively pleaded.

“Yes, you can. You’ve been so good for me.” I purred. He palmed himself and began to rub his fingertip over his swollen head.

“Wait!” I commanded. He immediately ceased, awaiting my next words.

Perhaps I would have a little fun with him tonight. I was on a total power trip, but that’s what he wanted, right?

“Remember when you said that you would thank me if I … cut you up and beat you?” I recalled our conversation from earlier in the night.

“Y-Yes. You could do anything to Ygor, and I would like it very much.” He replied, eager as ever.

“Then you can touch yourself, but only if I can… hurt you a little bit while you do it. Would you like that?”

“Yes. Yes, I would love that. Ygor likes it when things hurt.” He admitted, excitement seeping into his tone.

“What would you like me to use?” I scanned the lab, looking for something that could cause a little prick of pleasurable pain.

“Top cabinet on the right side. Victoria sometimes uses it on me.” Ygor muttered, a hint of shame edging into his words.

Within said cabinet was a sturdy leather riding crop. Oh. Oh.

“Ygor would never tell her that I kind of like it…”

“You want me to use this on you?” I confirmed.

“More than anything.” He gasped.

“Then be a good boy and touch yourself, then,” I commanded as I approached his trembling frame.

I slid the crop against his cheek, caressing him like a lover. He shivered into it, slowly stroking himself.

Crack!

I brought the crop down onto his back forcefully.

“Thank you!” He gulped as he increased his pace.

I dragged it down the front of his chest, tracing the lines of his scars.

“So pretty,” I praised. “So good, so eager to please me.”

“Y-yes, always. I’ll do whatever you say.” Ygor fumbled for his words as strangled moans gushed from his lips.

I cracked the riding crop against his thigh, which elicited a jolt from the man.

“Thank you!” So, he was going to thank me whenever I whipped him… interesting.

“So obedient.” I laughed as I hit him again.

He expressed his gratitude once more. His pretty dick was threatening to burst at this point, his head thrown back in ecstasy as he stroked himself into oblivion.

“Again, please. Ygor is so close…” He begged.

“You’re going to have to do a little better than that, okay?” I teased the tip of his cock with the crop.

“Puh-please Ygor needs to cum so bad! I will only cum for you. You make me feel so guh-good! Please, please, I’ll do anything!” He babbled.

That was certainly good enough. I cracked the flat side of the crop against his weeping manhood as he came with enough force to knock him to the ground. He lay squirming there for a few moments, his ejaculation painting his stomach a milky white color. I approached him and knelt down to his level, petting his hair.

“You did so well for me. Are you okay?” I cooed.

“Better than ever.” Ygor rasped.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” I stated.

“Thank you.” He allowed his brilliant eyes to close and his tongue to loll out of his pretty lips.

I crawled so that I was facing his cum-stained stomach, and experimentally dragged my tongue across one of his more prominent scars, licking it clean. His eyes shot open in shock.

“You really don’t have to do that, if you don’t want to…” He added.

“I want to. I just want to taste you, Ygor. That’s all. I want to make you feel good.” I resumed cleaning him with my tongue.

“God, where have you been all my life?” He gibbered as his eyes fluttered closed once more.

I didn’t answer, because I didn’t truly have one. All I knew was that I was with him now, and that was all that mattered. The ridges of his sutures from injuries past were a unique texture on my taste buds, so I continued to clean him- to worship his flesh that had been so cruelly ripped apart time and again. I finished and licked my lips with a smack. I curled up next to him on the unforgiving floor of the laboratory. Hunting the monsters could wait, at least until tomorrow. I had all I needed here.

“I hope I didn’t hurt you too badly,” I muttered as I carded my hand through his hair.

“Like I said, you could cut me all the way up, and I’d thank you for it.” Ygor sighed contentedly as he wrapped his lovingly sutured arm around me.

#ygor fanfiction #ygor x reader #epic universe ygor #ygor #ygor dark universe #dark universe #fanfiction #universal monsters #epic universe #victoria frankenstein

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arislore · 25 days ago

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˚ ༘ ೀ⋆.˚જ⁀➴ First Day Jitters

Pairing: Jules Millin x Doctor!Reader

Summary: Your first day at Grey-Sloan Memorial is more interesting than you had originally anticipated.

Warnings: mentions of death

Tags: meet cute, kwan is mentioned by name only, large text under the cut

Word Count: 686

Blood. Bones. Nerves.

Everyone has them.

Heart. Lungs. Brains.

The major organs of the human body.

Fear. Love. Regret.

Previously, we believed that only humans could feel emotions. Charles Darwin first came up with the idea that other animals could feel a range of emotions in his third evolutionary theory, The Expression of Emotion in Man and Animals. It was written in 1872, but anyone who has ever spent a significant amount of time around them would know that animals feel just as much as we do. It’s a wonder that no one in the scientific world had ever written that down before Dear Old Darwin did.

Reminding yourself that everything with a brain feels the same things you do helps you calm yourself down in moments like this. It’s the first day of your second intern year, and you couldn’t be more nervous. What if you’re worse than everyone else? What if you get kicked out again? What if it’s a hostile work environment?

You take a deep breath and follow the crowd into the O.R. where Dr. Grey is about to start her speech.

What an icon, you think, finding a space in the middle of the room–not too close to the front that you seem overeager, but not too far in the back that you seem uninterested.

“Congratulations. You all made it. You’re here…” Dr. Grey starts her speech as you take a look around the room to size up your competition–er, coworkers.

“We didn’t hire you for your grades, we hired you for your fight. We’re all getting our second chance here today,” she continues, interrupted by a short black woman entering the room in a rush, blaming her tardiness on a family situation caused by the recent tornado.

“It won’t happen again,” she swears, molding herself into the crowd.

As Dr. Grey finishes her speech, you look around and notice a woman a little further back than where you are, her wide eyes full of excitement. You wonder if she’s as nervous as you are, but just better at hiding it.

The crowd makes its way from the O.R. to the intern locker rooms, where you’re each assigned a locker. You quickly change into your light blue scrubs, pulling on your cushioned-sole sneakers. As you’re changing, a tan man named Lucas Adams introduces himself to your coworkers, and gets into a spat with an asian woman.

“Don’t worry, Skywalker, Jules here already slept with an attending,” she announces passive aggressively, gesturing towards the woman who caught your eye in the O.R.

After a few minutes, when everyone is changed, you’re split into groups of six. In your group is the woman who interrupted Dr. Grey just minutes earlier, Griffith; Jules, whose last name is Millin; the loud-mouthed woman, Yasuda; and Lucas Adams. The four of you are joined by a tall asian man named Kwan.

You spend the day in the brain trauma unit, where most of the victims from the tornado are brain dead. It’s good news for organ donations, but all you can think about is the pain these families are going through. Seeing the faces of mothers, fathers, husbands, wives, and children when you tell them their loved ones will never wake up is enough to make you run to the bathroom and cry a couple of times. You don’t let yourself lose it for more than a few minutes at a time–five at the most.

By the end of your first shift, you’re ready to sleep for the next twenty years. As you enter the parking lot, you run into Jules.

“Hey,” she says, and as you hear her voice clearly for the first time, you realize it sounds how chamomile tea with honey tastes.

“Hell of a first day, right?” you ask, looking up from the ground to meet her gaze.

“Tell me about it.” She sighs, looking towards the cars, then back at you. “You know, I heard there’s a bar around the corner if you want to get a drink.”

You smile for the first time all day. “I’d love that.”

#annoyed to the point of creation lol #jules millin #greys anatomy #my fanfiction #jules millin x reader #first day jitters #greys anatomy fanfiction #jules millin x doctor!reader

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nicoledoesstuff · 9 months ago

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HEYAAA!! Sorrry Ya'll it's been a long time i haven't posted since these College things( A lot of assignment as always > ), So anyways just like as i was saying yesterday, or maybe very long day.

In a future world filled with numerous global challenges like inequality, corruption, environmental crises, social unrestan and all of the aspect **Mr. Peabody**, a genius dog with a time machine called WABAC, forms a bold plan to bring historical figures from the past to the present. Along with his friends—Sherman, his adopted human son, Toby the genius cat or partner bestfriend, kathrina, toby adopted human daughter and Kayleen, a bright young girl who has been appointed a "Junior President" by the President of Indonesia, Joko Widodo. She really active in many activities , she's make her own cartoon film business with her bestfriend. Mr. Peabody intends to address modern-day issues not only in indonesia but all around of world with help from the greatest minds and leaders from history.

Kayleen proposes an idea to Mr. Peabody: “What if we give historical figures a chance to return to life in the modern world? They could help us fix the world’s problems, and in return, they can learn from our era and perhaps even change their own historical paths for the better.” Like who knows if they all can help with this ways ?" Peabody agrees with the idea and mobilizes his company to perfect the WABAC machine. This allows historical figures to visit the modern world, help solve its crises, and return to their own times once their work is done.

From there, Kayleen is promoted to be the Director of Historical Integration of Mr. Peabody's project, heading up **TeamForthcoming**, a group created to make this vision a reality. The team's mission is to address pressing global issues such as poverty, gender inequality, lack of education, political instability, climate change, and human rights violations. This title reflects her crucial role in creating and designing the program that allows historical figures to travel back to modern times using the WABAC time machine. It also emphasizes her focus on the larger goals of world peace and the integration of all of team historical figures not only teamfourthcoming into the mission.

Kayleen, Sherman, and their friends Penny and Toby (Sherman’s best friend, a genius cat) form the foundation of TeamForthcoming. They enlist the help of historical figures such as **George Washington** (the team leader), **Ir. Soekarno** (the vice leader), **Abraham Lincoln**, **Albert Einstein**, **Marie Curie**, and many others to combat various global problems.

Among the **Notable Members of TeamForthcoming**:

- *George Washington (leader team)

- Ir Soekarno (vice leader team)

- Mohammad Hatta

- Sutan Syahrir

- Sudirman

- Alexander Hamilton

- Marques de Lafayatte

- Theodore Roosevelt

- Abraham Linclon

- Winston Churchill

- King George III

- Napoleon Bonaparte

- Maximillien de Robespierre

- Agamemnon

- Marie Antoinette

- King Tuthankhamun

- Grand Ay Vizier

- Monalisa

- Marie Curie

- Tapputi

- Susan B. Anthony(later)

- R.a Kartini(later)

- Amelia Earheart(later)

- Hellen Keller (later)

- Sigmund Freud

- Carl Gustav Jung

- Walt Disney

- Charlie Chaplin

- Harry Houdini

- Isaac Newton

- Antoine de lavoisiser

- Isaac Newton

- Albert Einstein

- Alan Turing

- Ada Lovelace(later)

- Nikola Tesla

- Thomas Alva Edison

- Henry Ford

-Charles Darwin

- Wright brothers

- Ludwig Van Beethoven

- Amadeus Wolfgang Mozart

- Hans Cristian Andersen

- Confucius

-Leonardo Davinci

- Albert Schwietzer

With **Robot Z3**, an advanced AI robot, added to the team, they are able to analyze data and offer technological support, making the team even more effective. Robot Z3 helps ensure that TeamForthcoming is equipped to handle the technical aspects of their missions.

**TeamForthcoming** not only focuses on solving global issues but also on educating the world through empathy, teamwork, cultural exchange, etc . Their first task is to revamp the global education system, starting with supporting orphaned children, both from the past and present. They believe that by involving these historical figures in modern-day issues, they can reshape the course of history for the better and guide humanity toward a more peaceful, prosperous future.

Not only teamfourthcoming i draw but i wanted plan to draw a lot of historical figures with the various of team. SEE U SOOn...

#mr peabody and sherman oc #mr peabody and sherman

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magikdarkholme · 10 months ago

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Permanent Price - chapter 6

Alex Summers x Mutant!OC

Summary: Isabella Darkholme, sister of raven Darkholme and Charles Xavier. Also a mutant. Her mutation allows her to blend in with the light rays, turning herself and whatever she's touching invisible.

*warnings:* none that I know of

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Last night left Belle depleted. She barely used her forcefields and when she did, Charles made sure it wasn't on an empty stomach and when she wasn't tired. So using it multiple times without any breaks drained her. The group sat outside the destroyed facility. Isabella leaning on Alex with her hand holding ravens. Every so often, Alex glanced down at Bella making sure she was okay. Her mind kept going back to the vision of Darwin's death.

"I could have stopped it," Isabella said, her voice soft.

"What?" Alex asked, looking down at Isabella.

"Stopped what?"

Isabella opened her eyes and looked up at the man next to her.

"I could have put a forcefield around Darwin. Then he would still be here. Same with Angel"

Alex didn't say anything for a moment, but he placed his hand over Isabella's free one, which was in her lap, and sighed.

"Star, don't blame yourself. You told me not to, so you shouldn't."

She was about to reply when screeching tires caught her attention.

"Raven! Isabella!" Charles exclaimed, rushing towards them. He grabbed the sisters and embraced them tightly, before turning to the rest of them.

"We've made arrangements for you to be taken home immediately."

"We're not going home," Sean said.

"What?"

"He's not going back to prison," Isabella said pointing to Alex. She couldn't lose her new friends, especially him.

"He killed Darwin," Alex said.

"All the more reason for you to leave," Charles replied. "This is over."

"Darwin's dead, Charles," Raven said. "And we can't even bury him."

"We can avenge him," Erik said.

"Erik, a word please," Charles requested, moving out of earshot with Erik.

Isabella moved back to Alex smiling sadly. She watched Charles and Erik, unable to hear what they were saying, and when Charles turned and found all of them waiting expectantly for his next words, he sighed.

"We'll have to train," he said. "All of us. Yes?"

"Yeah," Isabella nodded, excitedly.

"Well, we can't stay here," Hank said. "Even if they reopen the department, it's not safe. We've got nowhere to go."

Charles smiled looking at his sisters. "Yes, we do."

Charles took them back to their home. When Isabella saw it, she couldn't help but feel happier, the anxiety in her bones reducing. She stared up at it feeling Alex nudging her.

"You didn't tell me you lived here." He said gesturing to the huge mansion in front of them.

"This is yours?" Sean asked.

"No, it's ours," Charles replied.

"Honestly, Charles, I don't know how you survived," Erik said. "Living in such hardship."

"Well, it was a hardship softened by me and Bella," Raven replied. "Come on, time for the tour."

Raven showed them around the house, pointing out various rooms before Charles assigned them each a bedroom. Isabella's mood skyrocketed when she found out Alex's room was next to hers.

When morning rolled around the next day, the sun peeking through the curtains, illuminating her room with soft light, Isabella was glad to be back in her safe space.

She was soon dressed and ready for the day. Parts of Isabella's mind were still going haywire with the events of last night, her mind also making her paranoid that Shaw would come to her home. She was fairly sure most people were still sound asleep as she put her mother's necklace on as well as kissing a picture of her mother before putting it safely in her drawer.

Then she heard a knock on her door, followed by Alex's voice.

"Hey, star, you in there?"

"Uh, yeah," she said, smiling at the nickname.

"One second."

As she walked to the door, she finished zipping the knee-high boots she wore, perfecting her outfit. Which she may or may not have chosen so she could look nice for Alex.

"Uh, what's up?" She spoke trying to act as chill as possible. Inside she was screaming. She's known him for a few days and she already has a schoolgirl crush. That's sort of what happens when your brother doesn't let you socialize.

"I just wanted to see how you were after last night," Alex said, making the girl smile.

"I'm fine, tired, and still a bit anxious I guess," Isabella assured.

"Great," Alex nodded.

"I guess I'll see you later."

"Yeah," Bella nodded before she recalled yesterday, how she needed to stop being shy, make friends, and stop walking in her sibling's shadows.

"Hey, Alex?"

He turned to her. "Yeah?"

"You want a tour? Better than ravens I mean?" Isabella asked with a smirk. She was gonna show him all the best places in her home and the garden outside of it.

He grinned. "Definitely."

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After showing Alex the best parts of her home, they ended up in the spacious games room next to the library. Alex thought it would be a good idea for a rematch, so they grabbed paddles and balls and began to warm up, hitting the ball back and forth across the table. Isabella showed off her impressive skills, winning the first three rounds.

"I told you I'd win every time." She joked getting ready for the fourth and last round.

"Hold on, we still have one more round. Im gonna get a redemption you'll see." He stated confidently.

"You're on Summers."

She thought it would be a good idea to start hitting the ball back with more power, originally going easy on the boy. He caught onto her and did the same. One wrong move though and Isabella saw the ball coming rapidly toward her face. She caught it in a miniature forcefield before it could hit her though.

"Oh, so you're playing dirty now huh?" She teased.

"You started it star." He defended, holding his hands up.

They were interrupted when Charles walked into the room looking at his sister and then at Alex.

"Ah perfect. Just the people I was looking for." He said to the two.

"My stepfather took the possibility of nuclear war quite seriously- This way," Charles said to Alex, as the trio walked into the bunker, Alex holding a mannequin. Isabella knew why she was here, though she didn't tell Alex, not wanting to make him feel uncontrollable. She knew he could do it.

"That is why he had this bunker built down here."

"I thought we could use it as a practice range of sorts."

"You don't think I'm going to blow through the walls?"

"He had this place built to withstand a nuclear bomb. I think it can handle you, Alex." Charles said as Alex put the mannequin down.

"You know, when I do this, bad things tend to happen."

"That's because you can't control it. It controls you." Charles started.

"That's why we're here, Alex. It's why we're training." Belle finished for him softly.

"If you're serious about me doing this, you might want to get back," Alex said to the two.

"All right," Charles stated gesturing for Isabella to follow.

"It's ok Charles, I can stay in case something happens." She guaranteed.

"Alright, if you're sure. Shall I shut the door?"

"Yeah."

"Whenever you're ready," Charles yelled from the outside.

Alex released the laser rings from his torso attempting to hit the mannequin. The beams went firing in all directions, some coming toward Belle and Alex. She threw up a forcefield though protecting the two from any rings. Isabella softly rubbed his back.

"Oh, my God!" Charles said running in with a fire extinguisher, putting the fires out.

"I will teach you to control this, Alex."

Now they were training Sean to use his sound waves to be able to fly. Isabella was in the window with Raven, Erik, and Alex watching Charles encouraging Sean that it should work. Keyword should. Charles said if needed Isabella would catch him in a forcefield safely.

"Catch them at the right angle and they should carry you," Charles reassured

"They should carry me." Sean scoffed.

"That's reassuring."

"Good luck. And don't forget to scream."

He breathed before falling out the window, screaming but not using his sound waves. Alex nudged Isabella, but she was too late.

"Sorry!" She yelled down to him whilst the others laughed at his fall.

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Alex and Belle found Hank and Charles running laps around the house, and when they stopped, Isabella saw that Hank had taken off his shoes and had completed his lap of the house before her brother even made it to the first corner.

"Impressive, Hank,"

"Feet like those, all you need is a red nose. Right, Bozo?" Alex commented.

"I'm done here," Hank said quietly.

"Thank you, Alex," Charles said. "Come on, Hank."

When Charles and Hank were gone, Isabella nudged Alex's arm.

"You should be nicer to him," Isabella said once the two were gone

"He's obviously embarrassed about his mutation. Not all of us are lucky enough to be able to hide in plain sight." She said. Isabella felt incredibly lucky with her mutation, if things were to go wrong she could just turn invisible and it would all be fine.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Alex said.

"I might apologize later." he joked. But Isabella didn't find it funny, her face straight.

"If you don't apologize I won't teach you my table tennis tricks." She said knowing he was dying to know her tricks. Said tricks was her cheating with her powers but he didn't have to know.

"Fine fine I will apologize," He told her making Isabella smile and grabbing his hand.

"Come on I wanna show you something."

She dragged him to the library where she was going to find her book on stars, galaxies, and constellations. A few years ago she found out the stars she gets her energy from are in the Cassiopeia constellation. She loved the stars and she wished she could see them up close.

"What did you want to show me?" Alex asked noticing their hands still attached. Isabella didn't really care if he found her stars cool or not. It was mainly an excuse to spend more time with him, which she loved doing. She detached their hands grabbing her book, missing his touch in her grasp.

"Look at this. You see these stars?" She pointed to the page showcasing the stars in Cassiopeia. Alex nodded wondering where this was going.

"Those are the stars I harness my power from. See." With a smile, Isabella closed her eyes and held out her hands, and suddenly tiny sparkling lights appeared in her palms. She opened her eyes and looked at Alex, who watched in wonder as the lights grew and combined into a miniature version of the night sky, complete with stars and constellations. Isabella's mutation also allowed her to create a stunning and realistic display of the stars, and she pointed out each star, sharing its name and the mythological stories behind the constellations. Alex was mesmerized by the beauty of the stars and the incredible display of Isabella's powers. They sat together, looking at the magical night sky in Bella's hands, feeling the warmth of each other's company in the peaceful and enchanting moment.

"Star this is amazing." He gasped in awe. He was starstruck, no pun intended. They sat close together, gazing down at the starry sky created in Belle's hand, They both felt a strong connection and as they looked into each other's eyes, they both knew what they wanted.

With a shy smile, Alex leaned in and whispered, "Can I kiss you?"

Isabella's heart swelled with happiness and she nodded eagerly. As they kissed, the stars in Bella's hands glowed brighter, illuminating their tender moment. The kiss was tender and sweet, and they both felt the warmth and love that had been growing between them. As they parted, they looked into each other's eyes and knew that this was just the beginning of something beautiful.

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THEY KISSED AHHHHH was it to quick?... ik they have been training for a few weeks so it may be ok but idk sksks comment if I should change it <3

btw I'm honestly not sure if any of the star shit made sense but lets pretend it did hehehe

#alex summers #alex summers x reader #xmen fanfic #x reader #xmen #lucas till #charles xavier x reader #erik lehnsherr x reader #raven darkholme #xmen x reader

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