#There is content coming soon I promise <3 Thank you for your interest! | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

sgkophie · 8 months

Text

Hate To Love You - Chapter 6 - The Lady Doth Protest (Charles Leclerc Series)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader (OFC) Warnings: language Word Count: 3200 Tag List: Drop a comment or add your name HERE. Synopsis: Enemies to lovers + sizzling banter + fake dating with Charles Leclerc. Full synopsis & master list HERE. Author’s Note: Wow, it's been way too long and damn it feels good to be back with you all. I'm feeling good about posting 3-4k words each week, probably on Thursdays or Fridays. THANK YOU for your patience!!! It's been a crazy summer and fall, here's to a nice and settled winter ❤️ A Man's World has officially been PUBLISHED. Interested in a copy? Click HERE! As always your feedback on my content is truly INSPIRING and makes my day, so if you liked the chapter let me know what you think below in the comments! I eat them up like DESSERT! Want more updates or just want to launch at my hilarious Georgia and Lily reels? Follow me on TikTok Or Instagram! @authorgracenewman Now enough of my shameless self-promotion... let's get back to Lily and Charles!

You'll definitely want to chapter up with Chapter 5 HERE.

I woke up the next morning to the ringing of my cell phone. With my eyes still groggy with sleep, I turned over and groaned, reaching over to the bedside table as I fumbled for the device. The phone stopped as soon as I grabbed it, and I sighed in relief, hoping that whoever was on the other end of the phone call had realized that it was still the morning, although I knew I should already be awake.

As soon as the ringing stopped, my mind wandered back to last night, and the horror of what I had done settled on my chest. I’d done what I had promised I would never do again – I’d ended up back in bed with Charles fucking Leclerc. Charles had once again dragged me back under his spell, and just like last time, he had managed to leave me feeling as if I was trash in the gutter just by one look on his face.

Regret.

Charles had regretted me the last time we had traveled down that road, and I knew he regretted me this time. As much as I wanted to tell myself that I didn’t care about how Charles Leclerc felt about me, I knew deep inside my soul that it wasn’t true, especially not when that feeling was regret.

I looked at my phone and immediately went to open Instagram, but before I could open the app my phone rang again, and Georgia Dubois’s name flashed on the phone’s screen.

What on earth did Georgia want with me on a morning after a night out?

“Georgia… I feel like the pre-season debrief could wait until we’re back at the office, hmm?”

“Lily, I need you to come to my room, now. Floor 15, room 1568.” There was urgency in her voice, urgency and something else., something that sounded like panic.

“… Now as in… now now?”

“See you in five.” Before I could protest, Georgia hung up the phone. I looked at the clock - 10:10 a.m., which meant the hallways would be fairly empty since most guests had either left on early flights or were still hungover in their rooms. I threw on some clothes and made my way up to Georgia’s floor, which was of course much higher up than mine.

No expense spared when it comes to Ferrari and their drivers, I scoffed to myself. The Mercedes F1 team was known for its cost savings when it came to hotels and drivers. Lewis used to always complain that as a 7x World Champion, he was lucky to get a suite when it came to Toto and Mercedes’ purse strings.

I headed straight to the room that Georgia had texted me and knocked on the door. It was as if Georgia had been standing there waiting for me, because she opened it on the second knock, causing me to fall forward, only to catch myself on the coat rack that had been placed right next to the door.

“Jesus, Georgie…” I grunted, shaking off the small moment of shock as I walked into the room. Seated on the couch was her fiance Carlos, who just nodded my way as he kept his eyes on the TV, glued to the Real Madrid game going on in the background.

Georgia motioned for me to take a seat, which I obliged as Carlos immediately lowered the volume of the television, finally turning to face me and Georgia. As soon as Carlos looked at me, I felt dread take over my entire body. Carlos was always so happy-go-lucky – and I likened him to a golden retriever, barely anything got him down, but the solemn nature of his face told me exactly why I was here.

“Is someone going to tell me what is going on?” I asked, breaking the awkward silence that had settled between the three of us. I could see that Georgia was trying to find her words.

“So… after the pre-season party last night, what did you do?” Georgia finally asked, and I frowned, giving her a pointed look to let her know that I wasn’t thrilled with her nosy question.

“Not really any of your business,” I scoffed at my ex-teammate, but I knew my cheeks had gone slightly red. I wasn’t sure what Georgia had heard, but I wasn’t about to admit that I had slept with her brother last night.

“Well, it seems like it is my business now,” Georgia quipped, clearly unimpressed with my snarky reply. Her tone sounded like a mother who had just caught a child stealing from the cookie jar.

“… just fucking spit it out, Georgia.”

“Lily, I don’t care if you and Charles are fucking. I don’t care that you and Pierre are fucking. Hell, I don’t care if you have slept with the whole fucking grid…” Georgia’s tone was sharp, and I could feel her words start to slice through me.

So she did know that I had slept with her ex-boyfriend Pierre. Guess I wasn’t as discreet as I had hoped.

Before I could get a word in, Georgia continued, “… but what I do care about, is your reputation. As only one of two women on the grid, you know what is at stake here. I fucking hate that the entire world looks at the female drivers through a magnifying glass, but they do. The world shouldn’t care about who you are with, and quite frankly, it’s none of their business… but that just isn’t the case.

What we do is, and for the foreseeable future will be, looked at through a microscope. Am I making any sense to you?” Georgia sighed and looked back at Carlos, who just grabbed her shoulder and gave it a squeeze before nodding at her in supportive agreement.

As if out of instinct, I felt my lips starting to apologize to Georgia. “Look, Georgia… I’m sorry about…” But before I could finish, Georgia cut me off, putting her hand up to signal that her tirade wasn’t yet complete.

“I’m not done, Lily,” she said tiredly. I could see that the actual lecture was about to happen, and I felt my stomach sink to the floor. By the look on her face, I knew she was more upset with me for something other than sleeping with her brother – and that thought disturned me more than Georgia admitting she already knew that I had slept with her brother and ex-boyfriend.

“Lily, someone caught you and Charles in the elevator last night. And to make matters worse, as of this morning, the video is all over Instagram, TikTok, Twitter, you name it. I had a call from Toto this morning, who debriefed me on the situation…

Lily, are you listening to me?”

No, I wasn’t listening one bit. Truth was, I had stopped listening after the word ‘caught.’ Dread started to fill my entire body, and I could feel my hands and legs start to shake from all-consuming panic.

How could I be so fucking stupid? Of course, someone had caught us. Charles was the number 1 driver on the grid, people knew his face everywhere, and this hotel was crawling with tourists.

I just stared back at my racing coach, not able to utter a single word. The silence for the next minute was deafening, and it was clear that even Georgia didn’t want to continue with this conversation, but I could see from the urgency in her eyes that we had no other choice.

“How bad is it?” I eventually managed to force out my question, gazing up at Georgia through my flooded eyes.

“Salvageable,” was all she responded.

“What are they saying?”

“It doesn’t matter.” I knew from the look in her eye and tone of her voice that it did matter.

“Bull shit, Georgie. We both know I’m going to hear it eventually from my mother, so you might as well spit it out.” The uneasy expression on her face and exasperated sigh told me exactly how bad it was, and I immediately pulled out my phone, but Georgia grabbed it from me, placing it back on the table screen facing down.

“Let me guess, it’s a lot worse for me than it is for your brother?” I scoffed, and the lack of response from both Georgia and Carlos confirmed my suspicions.

It was always worse for the woman.

“It’s not great for either of you, honestly.” Again, she paused, and as I watched her mouth something to Carlos, the anger inside of me started to explode into full-blown rage.

Fuck this.

“Georgia, if you don’t tell me what’s happening this instant, I am going to go down the hallway and start yelling until I find someone who does. Clearly, Toto and the team have asked you to tell me what is going on, so spit it out. This torturous silence and limbo you have me in is crucifying my soul!”

“I know, you’re right,” Georgia sighed. “Here’s the lowdown. You and Charles were caught, in the elevator, before rushing into his hotel room. The tourist, or whoever it was, filmed the two of you. Unfortunately, they also caught you coming out of Charles’ room, looking like you were doing a walk of shame.

“By early this morning, the photos were all over the internet, and The Sun posted a ludicrous story a few hours on the matter.”

“Please, no one believes The Sun. I mean, it’s The Sun, the crappiest tabloid ever made. Plus, these photos should blow over in a week - maybe two tops, right?”

“Yes… except this morning, someone decided to fan the flames of the article.” Georgia didn’t have to say the words for me to know exactly who it was.

Fucking Louis, my ex-boyfriend, and the gift that kept on giving. Every fiber of my being told me he was behind this, and if he wasn’t behind it, I knew he damn well would make the most of it.

“Louis was caught this morning at the airport offering up his opinions on the photos in front of tourists, VIPs… anyone that would listen…”

“Lucky me,” I sneered. “And tell me, what did my dear ex-boyfriend have to say about this?”

“He insinuated that you and Charles have been sleeping around for a while.”

“And by ‘insinuated,’ he just fucking flat out said it, didn’t he?” Again, the silence between the three of us told me everything I needed to know.

Oh, Louis.

He must have been immensely pleased with himself in that moment. He had always believed Charles and I had slept together during my first season in Formula 1, something I never confirmed as I knew it would only serve to make him more jealous.

I couldn't risk Louis's suspicions of Pierre growing further by making him aware that I had slept with someone else on the grid – that wasn't a reputation I wanted for myself.

”Georgia’s foot was now tapping up and down as she eyed me warily, not ready to utter the words that I could see were killing her on the inside.

“He accused you of sleeping around the grid, said that Charles wasn’t the only one…. Lily, Louis said that’s why you came third in the championship behind Charles last year, because you have been sleeping with him and a few of the guys.”

“I’m sorry… did my ex-boyfriend, who I caught in bed with another woman, dare to accuse me of cheating on him when he's had his dick in how much pussy?” I was now standing, my arms outstretched as I just motioned to me and then back to my phone like a buffoon. I was both speechless and had too much to say at the same time.

“Not in so many words.”

“Good grief, Georgia, just say yes.” My voice was laced with sarcasm as I said the words. I knew lashing out at one of my closest friends was not the answer, but the utter despair and frustration of this conversation was starting to get the best of me. My racing coach was phenomenal with data –bad with people.

“Look, he didn’t directly say it, but it’s clear that social media is inferring it from his words, especially considering everyone assumed you guys were dating… and now you aren’t.”

“Everyone thinks we currently aren’t dating because he was seen with a new blond bimbo!” I exclaimed, still waving my hands frantically in the air as I stood up, as if that was going to make my point hit home. “Of course, everyone was going to think it was my fault. No one ever blames the white man… Let me guess, Charles is coming away unscathed from this one?”

“Now that is where you’re wrong. Apparently, his sponsors and PR team aren’t thrilled about him sleeping with one of the two women on the grid, especially not one that just got out of a relationship with a supposed friend of his.”

“I didn’t think who either of us slept with was any of our sponsor’s business.” Georgia just gave me a pointed look that told me to stop daydreaming – of course, sponsors cared. I was their property until they stopped paying my bills.

“But the good news is, there is a solution to this.” Georgia’s face slightly lit up, and I immediately knew where she was going with this.

“You’re out of your mind. Like hell am I going to pretend to date Charles Leclerc. I don’t care if he’s your brother. I don’t care if he’s Ferrari’s golden boy. I don’t care that his stupid smug face could save my career. No. No way. Not a chance.” I downed my coffee and began pacing the room, but Georgia’s silence and slight uptick of her mouth told me that nothing I said had gotten through to her.

“Why do you hate my brother so much?” Georgia’s tone wasn’t as upset as I had expected. As twins, she and Charles were incredibly close, and yet Georgia always seemed so amused by the visceral reaction I had every time I saw her brother.

“I don’t hate your brother,” I bit back – unconvincingly.

“Me thinks the Lady doth protest too much,” Georgia winked.

“There’s no way Charles would agree to this! Why would he? The sponsors aren’t actually going to drop the racer all of the bookies have their money on.”

“No, you’re probably right, but his sponsors could make this very, very painful for him. Being seen having a one-night stand with a female driver who was dating your friend and a fellow racecar driver jsut days after their supposed break up, is a very bad look for Charles – and judging by the comments on his Instagram this morning, the fans have noticed. Believe it or not – Charles loves his golden boy image, and that image is unmistakably tarnished.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I believe that Charles loves his golden-boy image.” I couldn’t help but snicker, as if Georgia thought the entire grid wasn’t constantly witnessing Charles enjoy his status as the grid’s most desirable driver. The press loved him. The fans loved him. All of Monaco loved him.

Well, I guess until he slept with a certain rebellious Brit. That thought had me slightly grinning, a grin that was quickly wiped off my face as Georgia cleared her throat; her look of disappointment was noticeable.

“Georgia, there’s no way Charles is going to agree to this,” I insisted. The only thing Charles hated more than losing his precious reputation was the idea of dating the rebellious, stubborn British driver whose dirty laundry filled up a laundromat full of machines.

“He already has.”

Stunned didn’t describe how I felt as Georgia said the words. Not a single bone in my body believed what she was saying.

I was speechless.

“There’s no way…”

“There is. I spoke to my brother this morning after I chatted to Toto. Toto didn’t ask me if you were dating, but I could tell by his voice that he was definitely hopeful the two of you were dating. The Mercedes social media posts have been full of fan’s inquiries – and Toto said Petronas were asking as well.”

“So what you’re saying is none of these traditional sponsors want a grid slut… really puts a new meaning to grid girl.”

“Lily….” Georgia chastised as she rubbed her temples.

“No, no, it’s fine. No need to remind me of my place Georgia. I suppose I should be happy that my ‘hero’ Charles has come to my rescue, hmmm? Best to not look a gift horse in the mouth.” Again, I knew the sarcasm was untimely and incredibly rude, but the entire thing felt like a slap in the face.

“Look, I know it’s not what you want, but not only will it help boost both of your images, but it’ll put all of those dating rumors from Louis at bay and shut him up.

We’re looking to get ahead of things. If you and Charles announced that the two of you are dating, then Louis can’t exactly come out and say that 'no, in fact, Lily and I were dating.’ It would be much too embarrassing for him, especially since he has a new girlfriend. This stops all of the rumors about you and him and settles it once and for all.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. There’s no way this was a good idea. Even if this worked, it wouldn’t matter, Charles and I would kill each other before either of us could see the benefits of this arrangement.

"And what does precious Charles get out of this?"

"Charles can restore his image and reputation. He's always been a relationship boy, and his relationship with whatever-her-name-was has been out of the public eye for some time now. He's never been the one-night stand type of guy, and this way he can have a positive relationship that won't get in the way of his racing."

I threw my hands up in disbelief as I exclaimed, "That's just great! So now I'm helping not only my rival with his PR image but also his racing? Fabulous!" I could only hope that Georgia would pick up on the sarcasm in my voice. "As far as I see it, you're helping each other," she said pointedly, and I knew she was reminding me of what I had at stake here. "Look, you don’t have to get back to me today. We have a couple of weeks’ break, and you have a few days at home. Take a day to think on it?”

“I don’t have to think on it. It’s a no.” Georgia just smiled at me as she sipped her small decaf coffee.

“Just take some time to think on it, Lily.”

Without sparing Georgia a glance, I stormed out of her hotel room and marched myself back to mine.

The notion of even considering this idea was so absurd that my blood boiled in rage.

Hell would have to freeze over before I would ever date Charles Leclerc.

Hate To Love You Tag List

@auawdo @franx3sxa @noeesd19 @opfire @sgkophie-writes @kidlnthedark @dan3avocado @lwstuff @montenegrina086 @lovingdennishauger @softiecaro @giuseppeyuki @lecsainz55 @she-shines-bright @angstyturtlewitch @smoooothoperator @xscorpioxmoon @zoobabystation @irmpyrz @holaputanas @imnotcryingyouare1 @noncsi87 @lissimountf1 @stas-0 @miniminescapist @khadijahisham @earfquak3 @fuckedupbutadorable @whosays75 @eas-8 @its-skywalker-luc @cawamities @sainzcaleruega @internetgremlin-writes @alina-starksov @buendiabebeta @abditory-77 @lightfury10 @starxqt @pancakesonacow @lestappenwhore @juliantheupsidedown @queenslife @messyblondsblog @samsationalwilson @cocomira @lovelyxtom @alexturnersmic505

#charles leclerc x reader #Charles leclerc #f1 x reader #f1 #charles leclerc imagine #Charles Leclerc #Charles Leclerc smut #f1 smut #Charles Leclerc x you #formula 1 #charles leclerc x ofc #f1 fanfic #cl16

126 notes · View notes

pomplalamoose · 6 months

Text

DILF Luke headcanons / story draft pt. 2

🌹modern day AU🌹

A/N: Guess who's back with more dilf Luke content!🤠 Thank you SO so much for liking the first part as much as you did🫶🏻 I hope you'll enjoy this second part as well!

part 1, part 3, part 4, part 5

• his possessiveness isn't something he allows to be seen on the outside

• he is aware that he has no right to call you his own, even though he desperately wants to

• but you're so much younger than he is and, above all, have grown to become his child's best friend

• he does not want to take you away from them

• nor does he want to cause an awkward situation that might threaten to break your friendship

• and while objectively speaking all three of you are adults, he still views himself as the one that should be the most responsible

• this however won't stop him from thinking about you basically every minute of the day

• maybe he can't have you but nobody said anything about not buying you little presents here and there and offering his help whenever he can

• he wholeheartedly enjoys the way you are unable to hide your blush of excitement when he surprises you with a pretty necklace or a new pair of earrings

• he loves to hear your weak little protests and how easily he can make them fizzle out with a soft smile and the gentle promise that no, it wasn't expensive at all

• no, he isn't just getting you things out of the blue

• just take a look at the calendar, soon it's Christmas!

• soon it's your birthday!

• it's the beginning of summer!

• you have known each other for a year now!

• he always finds a reason

• of course you make sure to always wear his gifts too, they're beautiful and well chosen, matching your style perfectly

• oh how his heart sings whenever he can be a witness to it

• everyone is supposed to see and know that he was the one who got them for you

• it's his secret way of claiming you, of making sure to tell everyone else that you're taken, that someone already has their eyes on you

• if it wasn't for your lovely smell he would have liked to buy you a perfume to wear as well

• meanwhile you are absolutely clueless and think nothing of it, surely he's just being extra nice because he's finally used to your presence in his household?

• maybe he wants to make up for how he acted before?

• similarly your friend doesn't think it's weird either, after all that's just how he is, you know?

• he cares so much for the people in his live and of course he'd eventually come around to liking you a lot too

• after all, how could he not? You're around his house most of your free time

• secretly you are a little bit disappointed

• it may be foolish to hope for your friend's father to have taken an interest in you but your heart isn't interested in common sense

• I think you'd struggle admitting to yourself that you have a crush though

• he's your friend's father

• how would this work anyways?

• nevertheless your attraction stays

• it's the only thing you don't dare to talk to your friend about

• in your day dreams you fantasize about his big hand resting on your thigh while he drives and find yourself wishing for it to travel just a little bit higher

• you feel giddy with barely concealed nervousness whenever he touches you, hoping that this time he will make a move

• he never does

• and never does his touch find you outside of his car

• See? This gesture is altogether innocent, you tell yourself

• after all he never comes this close to you in any other situation and yet...

• "oh, he's being such a dad!", your friend says when you ask them about it

• "he keeps his hand near me as well so he can easily catch me when he needs to abruptly hit the brakes"

• and they're right, Luke does indeed reach out with his right arm to stabilize your upper body whenever he slows down the car

• still, his hand isn't just conveniently near to do so, it's literally on you during the whole ride

• maybe you've failed to mention that exact fact to your friend though

• you are conflicted and confused and eventually, despite your stupid heart insisting to speed up whenever you see him, decide to let it go

• from an outside perspective nothing about your relationship changes

• you continue to spend much of your free time with your friend

• their father further upholds his offer and drives you home at night

• every time, without fail, does he hold on to you

• and despite this going on for a long while you are none the wiser

• you are still uncapable to read his emotions

• you have not the slightest of clues about what goes on inside of him

• you remain in the dark about his past

• in many aspects he is more of a mystery to you now than he used to be when all you knew was his name

• yes, his demeanor has softened towards you

• but regardless there are certain moments in which you catch yourself being slightly frightened of him

• just like at the beginning

• your friend never mentions the peculiarities he puts on display and so you keep silent as well

• not seldomly does he get a call from work during dinner and while he always leaves the room, too polite to answer the phone at the table, you still are able to overhear how sharp and commanding his voice turns

• you seriously struggle to meet his gaze when he returns after

• sometimes during car rides, you try to make small talk

• you always mean well

• you want to pick up a topic you had earlier that day or to ask about a recipe he made for you and your friend

• maybe this way you'd get him to spend more time with you?

• but often his grip will grow hard enough to bruise

• it catches you off guard every time and when you squeak in pain he throws you a quick sideway glance, loosening his hand immediately

• he never speaks nor lets go of you completely, although his thumb will be rubbing soothing circles into your leg in silent apology

• should you try to initiative a conversation again after, he might answer; though in such a clipped way it shuts you up soon enough

• more often he'll simply shake his head, asking you to remain silent

• the first time you spend a night at your friend's house you feel as if there were a pair of hungry eyes watching your every move

• there is absolutely no reason for anybody to do so though, and nobody around that would have a reason to anyways

• and yet...

• of course you wouldn't mind Luke noticing the pretty top you chose to wear, the one who's neckline goes just a little bit lower than usual

• though unfortunately he seems to be very distracted and never looks your way

• so you simply strike it up to be your nerves and lively imagination; staying in a foreign place is always exciting after all

• staying with a handsome older man even more so

• as a matter of fact, however, Luke's eyes never leave you and as it gets late it takes all he has to restrain himself from snatching you away and dragging you to his own room

• you're lovely on a normal day but look absolutely ravishing in your soft pajamas

• the knowledge you won't be far away for a whole night being all too tantalizing

• maybe you are wearing short pants and so there are some faint bruises visible around your left knee

• ironically you're not aware of their existence, yet it's one of the first things Luke catches sight of and it makes him feel some kind of way

• not only are you wearing his necklace but clearly showing off what he did to you as well

• he likes it a lot, even though not the way in which they came to be

• so while you're contemplating slight paranoia he eventually has to remove himself from your immediate vicinity

• it's not becoming to lust after a young woman during late night dinner

• and the fact that you are afraid to get lost in unknown rooms in the dark doesn't help either

• your friend thinks it's hilarious and discusses it at length

• "the house won't swallow you whole because you take a wrong turn once"

• "it's only a little portion of the rooms you haven't been to yet, stop worrying!"

• "you're not prone to sleepwalking why and how would you even end up there?"

• good humoredly Luke laughs along at his kid's and your bickering but has to discreetly change his seating

• his pants grow uncomfortably tight at the thought of you accidentally walking into his bedroom

• he knows he doesn't have the strength not to make a move

• suddenly he sees himself demanding a kiss or making you beg to let you leave again

• he has to excuse himself early

• your friend and you are listening to a voice message some random guy from university/your job sent you, their father is in hearing distance but you think nothing of it

• innocently and rather excited you start talking and giggling about it, you can't believe he asked you out!

• when all of a sudden Luke gets up and leaves abruptly without a word

• you freeze and are immediately upset

• did you do something wrong? Maybe used a word or expression he didn't like? Is he angry?

• your friend just shrugs their shoulders and continues as if nothing happened but you can't stop thinking about the cold gaze he threw your way

• for the first time since meeting him he doesn't say goodbye or offers a drive home when you have to leave

• later your parents ask why your face is stained with tears, yet you can't give them an answer

• little do you know his anger was not directed at you but at the little boy who dared to show his interest in you

• he didn't even mean to listen and now has only himself to fault for the raging jealousy raising its ugly head

• additionally he's furious and ashamed at himself for his feelings

• his usually endless patience simply vanished into thin air at the prospect of another getting the chance he's been dreaming about for over a year

• he's acting like a teenager and he hates it

• he desperately needed to rein himself back in, he needed air

• and so he made a run for it, afraid to accidentally leave his anger out on you

• had he known what his disappearance caused, he would have acted differently

• you never went out with the guy who sent the message

• you are hesitant to return after what happened, despite your longing to go back and somehow fix your mistake

• whatever its is you did, you have the urge to throw yourself down at his feet and ask for forgiveness

• you don't even care for what you would be apologizing

• you could text him if course, he gave you his number, remember?

• but you don't dare to

• your friend repeatedly assures you that everything is fine and keeps passing on their father's greetings and inquiries about your person

• nobody is mad at you and least of all him

• so eventually you give in, despite feeling quite anxious about it

• to make it worse you receive a message when you arrive that your friend is still stuck in traffic and that it might take them a while

• "my dad will let you in though, no worries"

• all of a sudden you feel very much like your lungs stopped working, you are panicking and seriously consider turning around to leave

• but of course Luke knows you are coming and of course he knows the exact time as well

• he has opened the door before you can fully make up your mind on whether to wait outside or to ring the doorbell

• your words fail you

• just the sight of him makes your heart soar

• he greets you nicely enough and asks you to come in

• "it's great to see you again, it's been a while"

• however it's not like it used to be before

• something feels different

• and quickly you realize: parts of his walls came back up

• the realization chokes you

• Luke senses you're upset and despite vowing to keep his distance once and for all can't hold back from asking if everything is okay

• of course it's not

• and the way his gaze softens into familiarity is too much for you to take

• you leave to go home without waiting for your friend, instead telling them you were feeling quite ill all of a sudden

• it's not even a lie

• Luke knows exactly what just happened but forces himself to remain firm; it's for the best

• sadly I think this would put a strain on the relationship with your friend too

• you don't exactly grow apart, you're too close for that, but of course they realize there's something going on and your decision not to talk to them about it hurts their feelings

• don't you trust them anymore?

• it's during a dark autumn afternoon that you're caught by a seemingly endless downpour

• you're far from home, you don't have the money to call for a taxi and all your trains got delayed

• you think about your friend; they live near

• but you also know they aren't home, as they're currently visiting family in another part of the country

• their dad however...

• he said to call him whenever, you remember

• but what if he doesn't pick up? What if he doesn't want to see you again?

• maybe he's more willing to help when you're standing in front of him?

• despite your anxiety you have no other choice and so decide to check if he's home

• it's still pouring when you arrive and by now you're soaking wet

• Luke isn't home, probably still at work

• pressing close to the front door you sit down on the steps, trying your best to stay out of the rain

• by the time you see the headlights of Luke's car you start crying from relief

• there is not a single patch of your clothes that remained dry and you're more than freezing cold

• your teeth are chattering and you struggle to move your fingers, let alone your legs

• you hear the car door slam shut and then his steps on the path leading up to you

• he's wearing a black suit

• (this is important because even in your horrible state you are aware how absolutely hot he looks)

• when he spots your huddled together shivering form, he's momentarily at a loss for words

• still crying you raise your eyes to look up at him and for a few short seconds you're afraid he doesn't recognize you

• then his face drops

• he reaches for you, and holding you close, unlocks the door to let you in

• now able to take a proper look, his eyes travel up and down your body while he rids himself of his jacket and runs his hand through his wet hair

• it's like you can see the gears in his brain switching as he draws himself up to his full height

• when he speaks it's in such a stern tone that you can't help but wince

• his following orders are sharp and you have to RUN to follow him as he basically drags you upstairs to the master bathroom

• he tells you to undress as he's already turning on the shower for you

• he's not asking, he's commanding

• "Yes, Mr. Skywalker"

• you're so caught off guard you oblige as fast as you can

• no longer do you dare to call him by his first name

• when he sees you struggling with your frozen limbs, he helps pulling your soaked sweater over your head and assists you in getting out of your jeans before leaving you to yourself

• he informs you he'll be waiting outside

• once you are done he immediately is all over you again

• he tells you exactly what he wants you to wear, puts a pair of extra thick woolen socks on your feet and swaddles you in a blanket like a burrito

• only when you're so tightly wrapped up that you're basically unable to move, does he seem to calm down

• he places you on the big sofa in the living room and makes you a tea

• he towels off your hair while you drink it

• he takes your face in his hands and asks if you're okay

• you nod and then he goes OFF, pacing back and forth in front of you while giving you the lecture of a lifetime

• what in God's name were you thinking to not immediately call him? He would've left work early!

• you could've died walking through this weather by yourself, look at you, you're still shivering!

• you weren't dressed appropriately whatsoever! A car could've run you over, they wouldn't have seen you at all!

• under no circumstances is he allowing you to go home tonight, you're staying here where he can have an eye on you!

• his voice is getting louder with every sentence and then you're crying again

• it takes him a moment to catch himself but then he apologizes

• he asks if you would like to call your parents and hands you back your phone when you nod

• still sniffling you comply

• he remains next to you, listening in closely and throws you a stern look whenever you try to leave something out

• you know he expects you to tell them that you're staying the night too, so you do

• he softens and tells you how good you did once you hang up

• he cooks dinner and insists for you to eat even when you tell him you're not hungry

• he makes you another tea after

• "are you warm enough?"

• there is a lot you want to ask him about but hopefully it can wait for tomorrow

• he offers to accompany you to his child's room so you can go to sleep

• you shyly tell him you'd rather stay downstairs with him, maybe you could watch some TV together?

• after a moment he agrees

• you really wish he'd change out of his work clothes, it's more than distracting

#luke skywalker #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker x you #luke star wars #star wars #dilf luke skywalker #dilf luke #star wars fanfiction #star wars headcanons #star wars a new hope #star wars empire strikes back #star wars return of the jedi #fanfic #star wars fandom

88 notes · View notes

faerieroyal · 4 months

Note

Hey!! May I suggest/request some headcanons of what Ken (Ryan Gosling) dating a zookeeper Barbie would include, please? Thank you!!

ooooh, yay, a request for ken, i was honestly worried i wasn’t gonna get any for him !! thank you so much, dear anon, and i really hope you like these headcanons !! <3

✩⡱ headcanons: ken (ryan gosling) x gn!zookeeper barbie!reader

(note: i am aware that technically all the barbies are ladies, but in the interest of inclusion i am keeping this gender-neutral - hope you don’t mind!!)

— in a world like barbieland, where so much is the same - the days, the weather, the outfits, the words exchanged between those who live here - you are a notable outlier.

— rather than spend your days at the beach or cruising around the pristine streets of barbieland like your barbie counterparts, you are more than content to spend all your time in barbieland's only zoo, where you work, among the animals. rather than perfectly fitting clothes in pastel colors, your wardrobe consists of a standard zookeeper uniform, beige and khaki and shorts and t-shirts, the type of clothing always ready to be stained with dirt and animal saliva even if they somehow never are.

— you're also a bit different from the other barbies, and even the kens, in terms of personality. you much prefer the company of animals, and after spending so long among them (although curiously, it has never felt like that long), you're left in a place of often not knowing how to socialize with people. the other barbies and kens are all very nice to you when they come to visit the zoo or see you in public, of course - you're not sure any of them know how not to be nice - but the fact remains: you are quiet and relatively isolated, not peppy and social like every other barbie seems to be.

— which is, perhaps, exactly what allows this particular ken to notice you.

— the two of you know each other, of course, everybody knows everybody in barbieland, but you don't have an official conversation until one day when the other barbies finally convince you to come to the beach with them.

— you’re feeling intensely awkward when you first arrive with them, an unusual sight at the beach standing there in a borrowed swimsuit, and that’s when ken first sees you.

— he originally comes up just to talk to classic barbie, but of course take a moment to say hello to all the other barbies standing with her, and it’s then that he notices you, standing there between physicist barbie and president barbie and clearly trying hard to hide how nervous you are. he doesn’t recall ever having seen you before, and given that a new barbie hasn’t appeared in barbieland in a really long time and he definitely would have known if it had happened, he’s immediately interested in who you are and what you must have been doing in order for him to have never met you before now.

— you’re the last barbie he greets, and when he hits you with his classic “hi, barbie!” and dazzling smile, all you find yourself really able to do is smile and awkwardly wave back, feeling like your face is on fire. of course, this only draws ken in more (he’s as curious as a puppy), and so he asks if you want to share a towel with him so that he can get to know you better!

— you’re a little nervous about the other barbies getting upset if you leave them, but they’re all smiles, encouraging you to go and have fun with ken if you want to (and in fact, classic barbie might even give you an extra little push towards him, happy that ken might finally have someone else to have a crush on since she doesn’t return his feelings), so you agree to the towel-sharing, face getting even hotter at how utterly excited ken looks about it.

— the two of you wind up talking for almost two hours, with ken wanting to know everything about you and asking a million questions about your animals and even promising to come to the zoo as soon as possible. he’s so invested in talking to you that even when beach ken taunts him and tries to challenge him to a volleyball match, he doesn’t accept like he normally would - which is how the other barbies realize that in such a short time, he’s already starting to develop a crush on you. (the kens, bless their hearts, take a little longer to pick up on it, but when allan lets them know they very quickly realize how obvious it is.)

— the two of you continue talking and hanging out for a few weeks, during which you even give ken a private tour of the whole zoo and allow him to help you feed the animals, which you’ve never done for anyone before. you’re not quite sure why you offer to let him help you at first, but it’s afterwards that you realize: ken’s special to you. you like him, in the way he used to like classic barbie. in a dating way.

— (even if he does keep mixing up which feeds are meant for which animals and almost gave your zebras the steaks meant for the lions. but you kind of like that he’s a little hopeless, if you’re being honest; it’s ridiculously endearing.)

— it’s about two months, while the two of you are dancing at the first party at classic barbie’s dreamhouse that you’ve ever been to, that ken eagerly asks if he can be your boyfriend. for a moment, you’re frozen in surprise - you ever actually thought he returned your feelings, even though it’s rather obvious as you actually look back - but you quickly beam back at him and, under the pink glow of the dreamhouse’s lights, give this sweet man the only answer you could ever give.

— “of course, ken. i’d love for you to be my boyfriend.”

— and as nervous as you are for the first few weeks after that, it turns out to be amazing. there isn’t even a lot of change from when the two of you were friends; you still spend the majority of your time together, and ken still follows you around like a puppy dog, always telling you about how cool he thinks you are and doing his best to help you take care of your animals (which, again, makes you feel a little bit silly for not realizing he liked you back sooner).

— one of the only differences is that now, you feel a lot less nervous about showering ken with as many compliments as he gives you; barely an hour goes by without the two of you telling each other how beautiful and amazing you find the other person. (the other barbies, for the record, find this absolutely adorable and can never keep from constantly “awww”ing when the two of you hang out with them.)

— another difference, and possibly the best one of all, is that you actually get to kiss him. your kisses normally aren’t very long, just sweet little pecks on the lips - or a flurry of little kisses all over your face when ken gets in a silly mood - but they’re always incredibly nice and leave both of you grinning from ear to ear when you pull away.

— your animals warm up to ken a lot more once the two of you start dating, too. they weren’t always the friendliest to him before, both since they’re protective of you and because he isn’t the best at caring for them, but once they realize that ken really cares about you and isn’t going to do you or them any harm, they become a lot warmer, making happy noises when he approaches and bumping their heads into his hand to demand pets even when he messes up their feeding yet again. (he even strikes up something of a friendship with amelia, one of your lionesses, and you’ve often found him just sitting in her enclosure, having a lively one-sided conversation while she rests her large head in his lap.)

— of course, the other barbies and kens (as well as allan) are very supportive of your relationship - even beach ken, as reluctant as he is to think positively of his rival, can acknowledge that you’re adorable together.

— classic barbie tells you as much one sunny day on the beach, almost exactly like the one where you and ken first met - except that this time, you’re sitting there confidently in your own swimsuit, one that you bought after ken noticed it and declared that he thought you’d look amazing in it, as you lounge on a beach chair with the other barbies and watch the kens square off against each other at the volleyball nets.

— “you know, barbie, you and ken really do make an amazing couple. i’m super happy for you guys; just because i didn’t like him as a boyfriend doesn’t mean he shouldn’t ever get to be anyone’s boyfriend, so i’m really glad he’s yours.”

— and you look over at ken, your ken, as he successfully keeps beach ken from scoring and immediately looks back at you with a big smile to see if you noticed, and you smile as bright as barbieland’s ever-shining sun.

— “me too, barbie. me too.”

barbie (2023) taglist: empty for now !

general taglist: @maddipoof, @thatmagickjuju, @talkingturnedtoscreamss, @malafvma, @auxiliarydetective, @heliads, @oneirataxia-girl !

( send me an ask if you want to be added to a taglist !! )

#(.⋆꙳‧ my works !! ‧꙳⋆.)#— ❥ dolly writes headcanons !!#— ❥ dolly’s beloveds: ryan ken !!#— ❥ requests !!#— ⟢﹒dolly's darlings: anon !!#ken x reader #ken headcanons #barbie 2023 x reader #barbie 2023 headcanons #barbie reader #gender-neutral reader

61 notes · View notes

hazelhearts · 2 years

Text

I Can't

Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

summary: you're off limits. that's what he tells himself. but, does his heart understand that as well as he wants it to?

content/warnings: slow burn, angst, fluff, the upside down, age gap

word count: 6.5k

note / request: requested by anon "Hii I was wondering if you could write a Steve Harrington x Henderson!reader where she’s like 2 or 3 years younger than him and she’s in love with him and he knows about it but he pushes her away because of the age gap but when they’re in the upside down she gets hurt and he freaks out and they have an argument and he realizes his feelings for her."

of course! i love this concept so much! thank you for the request and i hope it's everything you wanted it to be!

masterlist

February 1985

You were at yet another stupid high school party. You don't even really remember how your friends convinced you to come. Parties aren't really your scene. You'd rather just hang out at one of your friends houses and watch a movie or something.

All of your friends were drunk. A few of them had already started puking. They would all feel like hell in the morning. That was your only comfort as you waded your way through the drunk, sweaty bodies to find a corner to wait it out in.

When you finally found your hiding place, you relaxed for the first time that night. You saw someone lean against the wall next to you, but you didn't pay much attention to them. Wall flowers prefer it if you ignore them completely, so that's exactly what you did. You didn't even spare your companion a glance.

--------

Steve had seen you walk into the room, automatically locking his eyes onto your figure. He hadn't seen you around here before. You must be one of the quiet ones, the ones you don't even notice in classes. He knew you had to be a senior, or maybe he just hoped you were.

One of Steve's most absolute rules was he didn't date younger. He didn't really date in general, so it would probably be more accurate to say he didn't fuck younger girls. So, if you were anything other than a senior, you were off limits.

He decided to take a swing at it, approaching you as you leaned against one of the walls in the corner of the room. You didn't even look up as he leaned back against the wall, barely a foot away from you. His face automatically turned up into the signature Steve Harrington smirk.

"Hey." You didn't even blink.

"Helloooo??" He waved his hand in front of your face, your attention finally directing itself towards him.

"Hi?" You seemed confused. He assumed it was because he was the Steve Harrington. You should feel honored he chose to talk to you.

"Hey there. I'm Steve, but your probably already knew that." You raised your eyebrow at him, seeming uninterested in his most efficient line.

"Umm... no? I have no idea who you are, apart from the fact that your name is Steve Harrington." Steve was shocked to say the least. Everyone knew him. No matter how old you were, you should know who he is.

"Well, now you know. It's seems pretty unfair that you know my name and I don't know yours." You rolled your eyes. Wait. You rolled your eyes?? What the fuck was happening here?

"I'm Y/N. That's all you need to know right at this minute. Oh, and that I'm not interested." Shock settled even deeper into Steve's features as you redirected your attention back to your phone. Who did this girl think she was?

"I can make you interested." At this point, he was desperate. He's never had to try this hard. His pride had never taken this hard of a hit.

"You won't, I promise. I'm leaving now. If you follow me, I won't hesitate to kick you in the balls." With that, you walked away. Steve's eyes didn't move from your previous spot. He sat there for nearly five minutes, gaining his composure before dragging himself back to the dance floor.

--------

"Y/N, did I hear something about you hanging out with Steve Harrington at the party last night??" Robin Buckley, your best friend, asked as soon as you walked through the doors.

You and Robin had become best friends as soon as you started at Hawkins High, her having become your own personal tour guide and people analyzer. Since she was a sophomore at the time, she already knew the ins and outs of the school, along with the people in it.

"Oh, the douchebag? Yeah, sadly. He randomly walked up to me and tried to get in my pants. It's not big deal. I pretty much told him to fuck off and went on my way." Robin's pupils nearly double in size, jaw dropping to the floor.

"Uh, yes it is a big deal! Steve Harrington is like the schools fuck boy king. He's probably slept with every girl in this place." You rolled your eyes at robin, unimpressed by the boys 'accomplishments'.

"Except for you, dingus. He doesn't stand a chance." You both practically died laughing at that one, because it's true.

Robin had came out to you a few months after the two of you became friends. You had been super supportive, probably the most supportive of anyone she's told so far. Well you are the only one she's told, but still.

"Still, try not to piss him off too much. Not only is he 'King Steve', but we're also gonna be working together at Scoops this summer. I personally don't wanna have to deal with a grumpy Steve." Robin loved jokingly making fun of Steve, happy to knock his ego down a few notches.

"Well, I won't be coming to visit you at work this summer, that's for sure." You both started laughing again. You both headed towards your only shared class, Mrs. Click's.

--------

June 1985

You avoided Steve the rest of the semester, happy that summer was finally here. You'd never have to see him again, hopefully. You feared that his arrogance could be contagious.

As you were headed home from school, you saw your brother Dustin walk into the house. You both had lived pretty separate lives throughout the school year, not really seeing all that much of each other.

When you finally made it in the house, you heard Dustin talking to his friends about the camp he was headed to this month. They were all upset he was leaving, but managed to be happy for him.

You went into Dustin's room to catch up on things, hoping to use the excuse that you wanted to help him pack. When he noticed you, he said bye to his friends and threw his radio onto his bed.

"Hey Dusty, what's up?" You had always called him Dusty, ever since you were little.

"Just getting ready for camp. How about you?" You and Dustin had always been pretty chill, never really arguing like other brothers and sisters. You respected each others space. You talked when you felt like it, ignored each other when you didn't. It was so much simpler than arguing all the time like the Wheeler siblings do.

"I wanted to see if you needed any help. And, we've not really talked all that much the past couple of months. I kinda missed hearing about your day." Dustin smiled, happy to finally get a chance to talk to his sister. He had missed you a lot over the past couple of months as well. So, you both played catch-up until Dustin had to leave.

--------

August 1985

Not much happened the few weeks following the end of summer. You hung out with Robin, did some summer work for school, and caught up on some well-needed sleep.

But when the time had rolled around, you had helped to deal with the latest visitor from the Upside Down, the Mindflayer. You weren't really that scared of them anymore. You had become numb to the fear around the second time of dealing with them.

But now, it was time to start your junior year. A part of you couldn't be more excited, while the other part dreaded it. Junior year meant Robin was leaving soon.

Sure she wouldn't be far, just right down the road working at whatever her job may be at the time. But, not seeing her everyday at school would be hard. She was your rock. You didn't know what to do without her.

Over the summer, she had started working at Scoops Ahoy with none other than Steve Harrington. For the first month, you refused to visit her at work and insisted on hanging out later in the day. However, work exhausted her and left very few days where she still had the energy to hang out.

That's when you started to just visit her at work, deciding that Steve wasn't going to ruin the friendship you had with Robin just by existing.

A few weeks after your first visit, you and him had actually started somewhat of a friendship. Robin was surprised but not nearly as surprised as you were.

You and him had started hanging out one on one. Going to get dinner, stopping at the drive-in, getting slushies, and doing whatever else your hearts desired. And after every hang out, you would call Robin and tell her every little detail.

About three days ago, you had finally accepted the words Robin had practically been preaching to you every day. You were falling for him. And you were falling hard.

--------

March 1986

You, Robin, and Steve had all ended up getting a job at Family Video. Robin had suggested the idea near the beginning of the school year, but you didn't know if you wanted to spend your spring break renting out movies to the people of Hawkins. However, Robin and Steve had found a way to convince you which, you guess, is how you found yourself in this situation.

It was near the end of a long day at work, all three of you were extremely exhausted. Today had been your busiest day so far. You all were near falling asleep in the break room as you began to collect your belongings to head out the door.

Right before you made it out, the phone in the office rang. You let Robin and Steve know that you were gonna be a minute, then picked up the phone.

"Hello, this is Family Video. I'm sorry but we're actually closed right now so-"

"Y/N, please don't hang up." You automatically recognized your friend Eddie Munson's voice on the other end of the line.

"Eds? What's up? Why did you call the store?" Eddie wasn't really big on phone calls. In all honesty, he hated the phone. He had never actually called you. So, him calling you now was an extreme shock.

"Ummm... something happened. I- I was, I was s-selling t-to-"

"Eds, slow down. Take a deep breath. Then, tell me what the fuck is going on." You heard him take a deep breath, then automatically return to hyperventilating. Something was really wrong.

"Ummm... actually can you j-just come m-meet me? B-bring your brother a-and whoever else. S-something really f-freaky happened an-and I'm afraid you w-won't believe me." You were beyond concerned at this point. Honestly, you were terrified for him.

"Uh yeah. I'll bring some people with me. Your uncle's house I'm assuming?"

"No! No, m-meet me at Reefer Rick's." Reefer Rick's? He hasn't been in town for months now. What would Edde be doing there?

"Okay, okay. Reefer Rick's. I'll be there in about thirty minutes. Do you need me to bring anything?" You were trying to keep him calm, hoping to prevent a heart attack which you strongly believed he had a chance of with how scared he seemed to be.

"Uhhh some food wouldn't b-be bad. Maybe some drinks too? Just- just hurry, ok?"

"Okay. I'm coming Eds." As soon as you spoke the words, you slammed the phone down and ran out the door.

--------

"Eds? It's me, Y/N. I brought Steve, Robin, and the kids. Can we come in?"

"Yeah, yeah come in." You slowly entered the shed, careful not to startle Eddie. With how he was right now, you had no idea what even the slightest movement could do to him.

You looked around for him and saw him crouched in the corner, bottles surrounding him on all sides. You crouched down in front of him and reached out your hand. He grabbed it automatically, squeezing it for reassurance.

"Now Eds, you have to tell me what happened. We heard about the reports when we went to pick up the kids. What happened with Chrissy?" Eddie took a deep breath, preparing himself for you to think he's full of shit.

"I...I was selling to her. Sh...she came to me asking for d-drugs. S-something was w-wrong with her but I... I didn't want to be nosy, so I just went to g... get the stuff. Then I... I came back and..." You rubbed your thumb across the side of his hand, attempting to calm him down enough to speak.

"Her body just, like, lifted up into the air and, uh... And she just, like, hung there. In the air. And her bones... Uh, she..." He whimpered. Eddie Munson whimpered.

"Hey, it's okay Eds. Take your time." He took a deep breath, grounding himself in the moment.

"Her bones started to snap. Her eyes, Y/N/N. It... It was like there was something, like, inside her head, pulling. I... I didn't know what to do, so I... I ran away. I left her there." You all stood there, ranging from eyes wide open to jaws so near the floor they looked as if they had unhinged from their sockets.

"You all think I'm crazy, right?" You could hear Eddie's disappointment, pulling yourself out of your thoughts in order to comfort him.

"No, no Eds. We don't think you're crazy. We would never think that." You pulled him into a hug, his arms automatically surrounding your figure and pulling you in as tightly as possible.

Steve looked away from the two, weirded out by how close you were. They shouldn't be like that when they barely knowing each other. I know her better than that and she would never-. Steve cut off his thought, cowering away from what his brain had been implying. That's just wrong. She's only 16 for gods sake. Get it together Harrington!

--------

You, Steve, Robin, Eddie, and Nancy were drifting right on top of what Dustin had dimmed "Watergate". You were all trying to figure out how you were going to find out if this gate really existed, when Steve began to take off his shirt.

"Harrington, what're ya doing?" Eddie was the first to react, the rest of you still trying to process what was happening in front of you.

"I'm gonna go figure out what the hell this thing is. Unless anyone else wants to do it?" Steve looks towards everyone on the boat, seeing that you were too focused on his body to be paying any mind to what he was saying. At least, so he thought.

"Steve, that's crazy! You could get hurt!" You were obviously freaking out. No one else seemed to be reacting to the fact that he could possibly be walking, well swimming technically, right towards death.

Before you or anyone else could say another word, he had jumped in. You quickly lost sight of him in the murky water. Yet, you continued to watch intently as time passed, willing him to come back out. Then he did.

"Guys, there's something really weird down there. It does look like what Dustin was going on about-" Steve's sentence was cut off as something grabbed his ankle, pulling him back down into the lake. You tried and tried to pull him back up, yet failed to do so as he sunk underneath the dark layer of water.

You jumped in not a second later, Nancy following not far behind you. You swam down to the gate, automatically pulling yourself through. Nancy, Robin, and Eddie pulled themselves up not long after.

You looked around for Steve, finally seeing him among the dark clouds. He was surrounded by bat-like creatures. Probably another demogorgon mutant thing that this weird other-world created.

You quickly joined Steve, fighting off the bats to the best of your ability. The other three rushed to help, grabbing anything they could find in order to fight the damn things.

As they all began to flock away, Steve was fighting the last one. He slammed it against the ground. Then, he bit it. Like, he actually bit the thing. You had to admit, it was one of the hottest things you'd ever seen.

You all ran to get cover, automatically assessing your friends. Everyone came out pretty good apart from Steve. He was covered in bites and scratches.

"Steve, stay still!" You ripped off a part of your shirt, wrapping it around his stomach. He grunted at the pain. You almost felt bad for hurting him, but then remembered he was in much more pain before.

Steve couldn't take his eyes off of you. You were expertly wrapping him up as if it was nothing. He had to admit, he was thoroughly shocked you were helping him. No one has ever really cared enough to help him with this type of thing. It was hot to say the least.

"All better!" You got up from your squatting position and ended up eye-to-eye with Steve. You blushed as the rest of your body tensed, unable to do anything but stand there. That was until Steve stepped away slowly, breaking eye contact without a second thought.

You tried to hide your disappointment as he walked away. Eddie threw him his denim jacket, saying something about how it was 'for his decency' as Steve covered up his body.

You all began brainstorming ways to get out of the upside down. The bats obviously weren't going to let you pass easily, so running wasn't an option. Fighting them again also wasn't an option seeing how Steve looked.

"There's guns at my house. If we can get there, we would at least have something to protect ourselves with." You all nodded in agreement, knowing Nancy's idea was your only option. Then came the challenge of actually navigating yourselves there without getting caught by anything.

--------

You had made it to the Wheeler house, just to find none of the guns Nancy had talked about. Instead, she found some old ballet shoes that she said she had gotten rid of years ago. You all were out of ideas, until you heard Steve screaming from the other room.

"Henderson! Henderson, can you hear me!" You all ran downstairs, wanting to figure out what Steve was doing down there. As you all got there. you were even more confused.

"Henderson?! Can you hear me??" You finally realized what he was doing. He was trying to talk to Dustin.

The first time you had been through all of this stuff with the upside down, you had discovered that you could hear people on the other side if you were in the same places on your respective sides. So, since Dustin was in the Wheeler's kitchen, you all were there trying to successfully communicate with him.

As communication began, you all made your way to the bedroom and began communicating through the hanging light. Your fingers began to dance through the glow of the light, fingers brushing over Steve's every few seconds. Each time it happened, your cheeks would quickly heat up and your body would tense. You hated the control he had over you, the control that you couldn't ignore no matter how much you tried to convince yourself that Steve didn't like you in that way.

Steve's fingers brushed yours again, causing him to look at you out of the corner of his eye. The view he was presented with was something out of a Renaissance painting. Your face was painted by the glow from the hanging light, every feature now on display for him to admire. The way your skin glowed from the light, the deepened hue to your eyes, the slight arch of your cupids bow. Not a single detail went unnoticed by Steve in that moment.

When you finally allowed yourself to glance in Steve's direction, you were surprised to see him already looking at you. Your eyes held each others for what felt like hours, yet still wasn't long enough. Steve forced his eyes away from you and instead focused them on the light. His every thought echoed that whatever was going on between the two of you was wrong. It couldn't happen. He wouldn't let it.

--------

Your relayed messages to your brother brought you to Eddie's trailer, attempting to escape through the gate before anything else happened in this wretched place. Robin and Eddie were the first ones through, followed by Nancy not long after. Steve looked at you, silently telling you that it was your turn.

"No Steve, you go. You're already hurt." Steve looked at you with a frustrated glare, showing you just how much he agreed with this new idea you had come up with.

"Y/N, go! If you go now, we can get out of here faster." You relented, knowing any further argument would fall on deaf ears.

You grabbed onto the sheet, beginning to climb up and out of this place. When you finally made it to the other side, you let go in order to fall to the mattress on the ground. Suddenly, everything went black.

--------

"Y/N? Hey, Y/N! Y/N, stay with me! Come on!" Steve's panic was instantaneous as soon as he saw your eyes roll back, knowing the signs all too well.

Everyone else looked through the gate, curious at to what was going on. When they all saw what was happening, complete silence enveloped the room. No one dared to move, even dared to breathe. Max was the first one to speak, confirming everyone's worst fears with one word.

"Vecna."

--------

You slowly got up from where you had landed, eyes slowly adjusting to your surroundings. You were in the school bathroom. The same school bathroom in which Chrissy had her first vision.

You and Chrissy had been really good friends most of your life, some would even say best friends. Her and Eddie were the closest friends you had apart from Robin. You all hung out together pretty often, doing anything and everything together.

You had followed Chrissy into the bathroom, having seen her rush that way after leaving the counselor's office. You knew she took the sessions with the counselor pretty hard and you wanted to be there to help her. When you came in, you saw Chrissy's shoes under one of the stalls.

"Chris? You okay?" No answer. Not a single sound was heard on the other side of the stall door. That worried you.

"Chris! I'm coming in!" You knocked the stall door open, coming face-to-face with Chrissy while she was in one of her visions. Her eyes were rolled back into her head, the rest of her body unmoving.

"Chris! Chrissy Cunningham, if this is some cruel joke..." Suddenly, she zoned back into the moment. Her eyes returning back to their normal places, heart rate increasing rapidly after whatever had just happened.

"Chris, what's going on? Are you okay?" She apparently hadn't noticed you standing there, jumping when her eyes found your figure. She quickly cleared her cheeks of any remaining tears and straightened out her uniform.

"I'm fine Y/N/N, nothing to worry about."

That was the last time you had seen Chrissy. You had originally boiled it down to her just being busy over break, until you had talked with Eddie. Until you had heard the news.

"You couldn't save her, could you Y/N? Poor Chrissy. You don't even know half of what that girl was facing, and yet you still called yourself her friend?! You didn't even know she was dead!!" Vecna's words hurt, but you wouldn't let him know that. You refused to show any weakness in front of him.

"Well, I'm not here to continue to torture you about that. I have a message for someone that I need you to deliver. A message for our dear Eleven..."

--------

"Y/N, Y/N please be okay." Dustin's quiet pleas could barely be heard over Steve's incessant yelling. You had been in this vision for much longer than you should have. They were starting to worry.

They had all seen this plenty of times before. First with Chrissy, then Fred, then Max, then Patrick, and now you. Each one ending seemingly more horrifying than the last, apart from Max. They were able to free her using her favorite song. Which they were all trying to do for you now.

Robin, Eddie, and Nancy had moved to Eddie's room to look for music to play for you. As Robin threw aside another tape that Eddie had lying around, she continued to get more frustrated.

"What are you looking for?" Robin continued her search, checking each and every tape she could find

"Madonna, Blondie, Bowie, Beatles, music! We need music!" Eddie, offense already overtaking his features, picked up one of his Iron Maiden tapes and showed it to Robin.

"THIS IS MUSIC!"

--------

You were suddenly brought into a memory, presumably one of Vecna's. You were in some kind of institution. All of the walls were white, apart from the streaks of blood painting them as far down the hall as you could see. There were doors lining the walls, all of them labeled with a number. You started to get a bad feeling about them. The feeling was confirmed when an all too familiar face came around the corner.

"Eleven?" The girl didn't seem to hear you, continuing her quick movements down the hallway towards a door at the end. You followed a couple of steps behind, needing to know why Eleven was involved in one of Vecna's memories.

As you walked into the room, the first thing you noticed was the bodies. All of the dead children and teens. It seemed as if they had been bleeding out of their eyes and noses, most of the blood having already dried. The one exception was the boy against the wall. A younger man, probably in his late twenties, was using his powers to hold him up. At least, that's what you thought he was doing until the boy fell to the ground lifeless.

You and El had become pretty close over the time you'd known each other. You considered each other sisters. That's why you automatically knew where you were. You were in the place where Dr. Brenner held El and her 'siblings' before she escaped. However, you did not know who this blonde man was.

El began speaking to him, calling him by the name of One. This led you to assume that he was the first of the doctor's creations, the test subject. If this encounter told you anything, he was an experiment gone wrong.

One began telling El about how powerful they would be together, how the restrictions of this place kept them from reaching their full potential. When she asked about the other children, he said something about how they were all terrible to her and deserved what they got. Not even a minute after that revelation, El had thrown him against the wall in the same manner that he had the other children. A few seconds later, his body was sucked into something similar to one of the gates that you had seen so many times before throughout the past few years.

You slowly watched as One was thrown through the upside down, objects of all sorts flying past his body before he could even attempt to recognize what they were. When he finally set foot on the ground, his skin was all but destroyed, any residual marks of One barely hanging on by a thread. It didn't take you long to recognize Vecna. Then, before you could really think it through, your vision one again went dark.

--------

You were dragged into yet another memory, but this time you were in a house. A house you recognized fairly well. The Creel house. However, you had no idea why you were here.

The vision began to zoom in on the oldest Creel sibling, following him through the house. First you saw the spiders. Then the grandfather clock. The ticking was slow, seemingly taking minutes to move a second further in time. Next was the dead animal outside the house, the one Victor Creel had mentioned. As you recall what the man had said, you realized that the young boy was the curse the man had been speaking of. He just didn't know it.

The final part of the vision faded into view, the night the Creel's died. Even though Victor hadn't died, the biggest parts of him had. The mother floated into the air, the same way Vecna's victims always had. Her bones snapped, her eyes went back, and she was dead. The Creel daughter followed not long after. All the while, the young boy sat at the end of the table and watched. He fell to the ground suddenly, obviously not having been attacked in the same way his mother and sister just had.

Victor collected his family, calling the police immediately. The young boy was taken to the hospital. Then, Dr. Brenner came into view. He took the boy as he had all of the other children, marking him as One. The dots had finally connected when you reached the end, pure shock radiating all throughout your body.

The vision faded away, and you were left in the hallway of the institution. You ran as far as you could to escape this nightmare. When you reached the door, it was barricaded by wood planks. You began to remove them, hearing Vecna approaching and calling your name. Just as he got close enough to touch you, you broke through the door and he was already there. You were thrown down into a chair and restrained by vines.

Vecna slowly started to approach you, sickly-slimy skin making wet sounds as he started to walk towards you. He started to speak, fear and anxiety radiating throughout your whole body.

"I want you to tell Eleven... I want you to tell her everything you see. Tell her..." His hand slowly started to approach your face, fingers outstretched.

"NO! NO!" You tried to get out of the chair, fighting against the vines holding you down.

"Tell her... everything."

--------

Your eyes opened, anxiety worsening at the thought that he had just killed you. Your breath came out raggedly, air refusing to enter your lungs. Your legs gave out as you fell to the ground, Steve barely catching you in time.

"Whoa, whoa! It's okay. It's okay. I'm here. It's okay." You started trying to even out your breathing, following each inhale and exhale Steve took. After a few minutes, your breathing had returned to normal. Steve automatically helped you through the gate.

Everyone started freaking out, they all crowded around you and began asking you if you were okay. All the while, your heartbeat pulsating throughout your body kept you from being able to really hear them, much less answer them.

Steve quickly made his way over to help you up, saying something to the group about taking you to his house to rest. You weren't sure that was what he said. You weren't really sure about anything anymore. You were so out of it that you didn't react to Steve carrying you to his car, or him holding your hand the whole ride. You didn't really notice what was happening until he laid you down on the bed.

"Y/N/N, you with me?" Your eyes focused on Steve, suddenly noticing his proximity to you. However, it didn't seem to bother you. You didn't get all anxious and stuttery like you usually did. You were calmer knowing he was there.

"Yeah, I'm with you." You collapsed into Steve as he opened his arms, basking in his warmth.

"Man, I thought I was gonna lose you back there. I was so scared. I can't even begin to imagine how you were feeling." You hummed in acknowledgement, struggling to really piece together words. The shock and fear hadn't really gone away, just faded enough for you to experience a semblance of calm.

"Well, you can't get rid of me that easily." You both laughed weakly, not yet comfortable with the sound you both heard exiting your mouths. After the events of the day, you didn't know if you'd ever really be comfortable with it again.

"Go to sleep, okay? We'll talk more in the morning." You didn't need to be told twice, exhaustion automatically overtaking your body. Sleep had never come so easily.

--------

You woke up the next morning alone, Steve's side of the bed still warm to the touch. You did your morning stretch and got out of the bed. You started to head towards the kitchen, but noticed a note sitting on the table next to your side of the bed.

I left some clothes out for you on top of the dresser. Thought you'd wanna get out of all that nasty stuff. Would've given it to you last night but you were so tired you could barely stand. Breakfast should be done by 10:30 so take your time.

- Steve

Your heart could have quite possibly exploded in that moment. Not only was this one of the sweetest things he could've done, it also felt so excruciatingly domestic. The butterflies took over your body in seconds. You were so in love with this boy that it hurt.

You rushed to the bathroom, showering as thoroughly as you could to get all of the gunk off of you. You decided to just burn the clothes you had been wearing because supernatural gunk stains seemed like they would be a pain to clean. You got dressed pretty quickly and went to Steve's phone to call your mom and let her know you and Dustin were okay.

After you found a way to wrap up things with her, you rushed downstairs after checking the time and realizing it was nearly 10:30. You were starving and happy to accept free food. Steve cooking it and looking hot while doing it, that would just be the cherry on top.

Sadly enough, he had already finished and cleaned up his mess by the time you got downstairs. He didn't acknowledge you at first, very focused on his plate of waffles. The creaking of the chair as you pulled it out finally alerted him that he wasn't alone.

"Hey! How'd you sleep?" The domesticity of the statement had you swooning even harder than the note did. You were wearing his clothes, he made you breakfast, and he was asking how you slept. This must be what heaven is like.

"Hey. I slept pretty good, you're good company when you're asleep." Steve didn't laugh, he didn't even smile. The look on his face could quite literally kill.

"Umm... Steve? You okay?" You're statement seemed to upset him, seeing as he practically jumped out of his chair and began pacing back and forth behind his chair. He was honestly starting to freak you out at this point.

"Okay?! Am I okay? Are you kidding me Y/N?! You quite literally could have died yesterday, do you understand that?! You're so careless with your life that you're borderline suicidal! I could've lost you. I haven't been able to breathe with how stressed I've been, and it hasn't seemed to affect you at all!" Steve quickly regretted his words, seeing the happy façade you had once had give way. Your face downturned, your eyebrows scrunched together, and your eyes went dark. He could swear he saw a tear in the corner of your eye.

"Not affect me? You think this hasn't affected me?! Every time I hear a clock ticking, I flinch. Every time I close my eyes, I'm afraid I'm gonna open them and see that son of a bitch. You're right, I'm not affected. I'M FUCKING TRAUMATIZED! And don't you dare blame me for what happened back there. Getting cursed wasn't be being careless, it was just Vecna finding a new teenager to terrorize! Don't pretend you have a fucking ounce of the stress I have Steve. You have no CLUE what this feels like." You were seeing red. Even after you had gotten it all out, you still could have strangled him.

"Well don't invalidate how afraid I was Y/N! I understand that you have been through a lot. I understand that you're probably terrified. I understand that I crossed a line. What I don't understand is why I can't be worried! I'm fucking terrified! I can't lose you." Steve had realized his true feelings as soon as he saw your eyes roll back in your head. They had hit him head on with no warning. When he started to process it, it explained a lot of his feelings. But for so long he swore he couldn't, he swore it was wrong. But how could something so right be wrong?

"Why do you even care Steve? I'm just Henderson's older sister! That's all I've ever been! That's all I'll EVER be!"

"Is it so hard to see that I'm in love with you Y/N?! Can you not see that I've been in love with you ever since I met you?! Are you really that blind?" Steve's word slowly sunk in, confusing you even more. Steve didn't love you. He'd made it pretty obvious ever since you developed feelings for him that he didn't love you.

"You can't lie to me about something like that Steve. That's not fair." Tears slowly began to gather in your eyes as you remembered each and every time Steve rejected you, both subtly and not so subtly. Each memory hurt more than the last, each memory taking a piece of your heart with it.

"I'm not lying Y/N. I swear to you." He slowly came around to your side of the table, cupping your cheek with his hand as he wiped away the few tears that had managed to fall. Against your better judgement, you leaned into his touch.

"I have loved you since I first set eyes on you in 1985. I have loved you ever since you rejected me. The rejection actually made me love you more in some weird way. I know I've had a weird way of showing it, trust me. I've just always told myself that it's wrong for me to love you. I've gone through every reason in the book, but none of them have ever been good enough." You slowly opened your eyes, scared of what you would see when you did. Surprisingly, all you saw in Steve's eyes was love. Pure, unfiltered, overwhelming love.

"I love you too Steve. I love you so much." You fell into Steve's arms, holding him as closely as you possibly could. You basked in his scent, in his warmth, and in his love. His love for you. You'd never get used to that.

You and Steve sat there for what felt like hours just holding each other. You both had been hiding how you felt for so long. Finally, you found each other. Finally, you could.

--------

taglist form

@strawberryforks @heartofcaroline @hearts4albony

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x reader fluff #steve harrington x reader angst #steve harrington x fem!reader angst #steve harrington x fem!reader fluff #stranger things x reader #steve harrington fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #my writing #stranger things #joe keery #dustin henderson #steve harrington x henderson!reader #dustin henderson x sister!reader

688 notes · View notes

statueofeden · 8 months

Text

Eras of L4D2!CATS Art (and Nellis Cats)

(CW: badly drawn blood, gore (its a zombie game haha), mental health briefly mentioned (minimal!).

Hello, I'm Eden. (They/them) I'm 22 years old and been playing L4D2 since it came out for xbox 360 in 2009 (I was 8 - going on 9). I started shipping Nellis when I was about 11. It was in fact my first ship ever.

I decided to make this lil thing because i've seen some interest in my recent post with my Nellis!cats :P.

In 2013, I hated my human art so I decided to design and make as cats so I could draw them easier. I use to use drawcast on my ipod touch.

I would finally get a more stable style and made more of my fav ship.

Later on that year, my mom gave me her old laptop and I got heavily into animation memes and computer digital art.

my first computer drawing:

My first animation:

youtube

I was hooked. A few months later, Little kid me decided to play around with an AU.

Heres more info about the AU before we move on:

(AU animation Playlist: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLsesYjlm_htaAxclwRcBg6uhhjtQEN3OY )

I dropped my first banger of the AU on Dec 14, 2013.

youtube

2014-2015:

I was obsessed with drawing Nick and Ellis as cats still. I had made many animations and drawings of them.

Before I was diagnose with BPD, I had an episode and created this gem it like to mention :

youtube

I had also dropped this banger way before that (important later, I promise)

youtube

I ended the year off with a remake of an old Nellis drawing I made in 2013.

^(2015)

^(2013)

2016 - 2017:

At the end of 2015, I got a graphics tablet for Christmas. Legit my second drawing was Ellis!cat.

Sadly in 2016-2017 I was going through alot and also developed a new hyperfixation on fallout 4. I kinda forgot about l4d2 otherthan a few mentions of it here and there. Honorable mentions of art:

2018-2019:

I was going through alot during this time in my life.

I would redesign my most of l4d2!cats completely. I highly preferred natural colors over the other designs.

L4D2!Cats:

L4D!cats:

Honorable mentions of animations:

youtube

2019 - now:

Im still making l4d2!cats content. I adore them still and still plan on drawing them until I cant draw no more.

2021 art:

2022 art:

2023 art:

Remember when I told you to keep the "get out alive" video in your mind. Well, Ive very recently have sketched out a remake of it. (Come see the improvement!)

youtube

^(2015)

youtube

^(2023)

Welp, I think that's all! I hope you've enjoyed this post! Any questions, feel free to ask! I may or may not have answers.

Some of you may know me, some of you may not. Either way, thanks for reading and sharing the love for left 4 dead with me! I hope to share more soon! <3

#left 4 dead 2 #nick x ellis #ellis l4d2 #nellis #nick l4d2 #catified #left 4 dead #l4d2 cats #my art #statueofeden #animation #meowchirp #art journey #Youtube #SoE.imp

49 notes · View notes

blublublujk · 9 months

Text

young blood (3)

part 1 part 2 part 3

word count: 4k

genre: established/growing relationship

pairings: vampy koo x vampy reader, mentions of vampy tae

summary:

Jungkook, the youngest vampire in your clan, wakes up from his last and final resting cycle and that calls for one thing, and one thing only, it's time for his first feeding.

warnings: jungkook's first ever feeding as a vampire so its gonna get crazy and messy, buckle up!! violent content (a deer gets slayed), swearing, sexual content (noona kink, pain kink, slut shaming, tears, cock stepping (YAS), multiple orgasms, jungkook comes in his pants it's kinda pathetic, he also has a big dick, fingering, clothes gets torn off, strength kink, come as lube (so wet and messy), biting (fangs), blood kink (blood splatters and blood drinking), animalistic instinct?? (jungkook keeps sucking on readers blood even after he is told to stop but trust me she wants it, he's just a vampire baby that has zero to no control pls forgive him) unprotected rough sex, overstimulation) really sorry if something is missing, i really did try

a.n: man i wish i had a better excuse to why i've gone missing so instead i bring this... the real ones will enjoy it. thank me later hehe. stop writing about vampy jungkook CHALLENGE FAILED :D

i promise i'll be back with more i have been re-writing old work and plan posting new ones since i don't completely feel satisfied with my writing yet, just believe me this once okie...

see you soon.

—> m.list

—> welcome me on ao3 & twt

“The boy has risen.”

Five days. It had been exactly five days since those sweet doe-eyes took their last blink. That was probably the hardest part. Missing the sparkle within his eyes. You could stare into that sea of stars for hours, if given the chance. Jungkook was the prettiest human you had ever laid eyes on, and you were more than confident he would be an even prettier newborn vampire.

Jungkook was facing the wall when you first walked into the room. His pale hands were slowly moving around, feeling everything around him, his neck stretching out. The younger was still on the bed you and Taehyung had set up just for his transformation. He had yet to turn around and face you.

“Jungkook-ah, baby.”

Jungkook nearly snaps his neck in half at the sound of your voice. The boy runs into your arms, his new super strength takes you by surprise as he lifts you easily into his arms, almost squishing you to death. “It worked!”

You couldn’t help, but giggle. “Of course it did, silly boy. Were you worried?”

“Yes.” He takes a deep breath, releasing his tight grip (but just by a little). “I just wanted to be like you and Hyung-ie so badly.”

“You are now, baby. Forever.” You drop a kiss into his hair, softly tugging the mess of curls, bringing him in close.

“Mm, forever.”

The younger’s bunny smile was still the same. Not that much his human features would change now that he’s a vampire, he was still as beautiful as ever.

“How you feeling, baby?”

Those words make Jungkook snap into realization. He palms his throat feeling a burning ache, he swallows harshly, the ache grows only more intense. Nearly burning his insides. He notices more things as well. Stuff he didn’t even know was humanly possible, which it’s not, but for a vampire anything is possible. His scent is strong, he swears he can taste the tree bark outside. He definitely feels stronger, he no longer feels soft or weak. As he feels around his newborn body, he feels tougher. Yet the ache in his throat defeats all curiosity, it burns and he’s— well, he’s confused. What’s happening to him?

“You’re hungry.” You state like it’s a fact, because it is, even if you can’t necessarily read his mind.

When a Newborn wakes up from its last and final rest, it realizes its new senses first, everything they knew as a human becomes ten times more interesting as a vampire. They no longer require food, they still feed, but now they depend on one singular fluid, blood, which to a human would be like air or water. They notice their new strengths and with that their very few weaknesses. Soon after though, that’s when the most excruciating part begins.

The baby vampire will realize a scorching sensation that grows quickly in the back of their throat. It’s hunger, of course, but a Newborn won’t recognize that phenomenon, or feeling. It’s like learning to walk all over again. It is not a “natural feeling”, and most dismiss the pain, treat it as merely as insignificant as that of a sore throat. But dismissing the pain only triggers the pain to increase. Before they know it, they will be pulled out for their first feeding, usually led by the eldest vampires. It will be messy, ugly, and most of all a whole new experience. One that will lead to more frequent occurrences.

“Y-Yeah… I think I am.” Jungkook swallows, but it does nothing to ease the burning pain.

You smile, kissing his nose gently. “Don’t worry Jungkookie, Noona will take you on your first feeding.”

“Okay. W-What about Hyung?”

“Taehyung will join us in the next one. He’s taking care of other stuff for now. Don't worry about him. We gotta worry about your thirst first.”

The boy agrees with a light nod. You stick your hand out and Jungkook takes hold of it, following you out of the house and into the darkest parts of the forest. He followed you like a lost puppy, caressing his throat, but even that did nothing. His throat was ripping him apart from the inside.

The journey isn’t far because you made sure that Jungkook had all he needed for his first feeding relatively close. Jungkook takes a good look around, and although he is not alone by any means, he sees nothing. Only the huge trees that surrounded you both. It's murky and slightly cold. What now?

“I-I don’t get it.” Jungkooks gulps. “How am I supposed to feed?”

More like what is he supposed to be feeding on?

The Newborn wraps his arms around himself. He looks lost because he just is. He doesn’t know where to begin, unlike you and Taehyung, you have been feeding all your life and for him, this is much different than picking up food from his local fast food chain.

You only smile. “You don’t smell that yet, hmm?”

Jungkook inhales through his nose as much as his lungs allow him. At first nothing comes, but then the slightest scent catches his attention, kissing the tip of his nose. It is a very faint taste of a metallic sweetness on his tongue, he assumes immediately that this is what you are talking about as yards away he spots a large deer. Then the impossible occurs, Jungkook swears he could taste the blood rushing through the deer’s body. This is impossible.

He can hear the beat of its healthy heart pumping its sweet blood, it beats against his ear deliciously. His mouth nearly drools at the sight. He tilts his head slightly, ready to pounce and shred it to pieces.

“Ahh… now you smell it.”

“N-Noona.” You hear the boy say, he grabs his own throat roughly, making a strangled noise as if he’s in great pain, had his nails been sharper (you made sure to file them while he slept for the last time), he would have torn his own esophagus out by now. He must eat now. “I— I- I”

Your hands are on his face quickly. The vampire gets extremely pale, faint. “What baby? I’m here. Don’t you wanna feed? Come on baby, I’ll show you.”

Jungkook shakes his head. His pink lips start fading white. He’s extremely starved, it’s normal as a Newborn. Everyone is usually scared of their first feeding. Typically, they try to avoid their new carnal feelings, it’s almost animalistic, uncontrollable. It’s a crazy sensation to crave something as taboo as drinking blood. Most of them starve themselves avoiding all sorts of craving, but it’s impossible to ignore. A vampire can only go so long without blood before turning wild leaing them feral, that then is when they feed on anything in sight with no remorse, humans and vampires included.

“What’s wrong, Jungkook-ah? Talk to me, baby.” The Newborn barely holds himself together, his eyes start dropping, unable to stand on his feet any longer, he drops his ass into the ground instead, physically struggling to keep his eyes open.

“S-Shit Jungkook-ah. You’re starving. Don’t worry, Noona will bring the deer to you. Noona will feed you soon, my thirsty baby vampire. I got you.” Though the deer started moving along, it can’t be that far away, you can still smell its blood pumping yards away, almost feeling it drain its precious blood into your mouth. As you turn to end his misery, a strong grip wraps around your wrist.

“D-Don’t. I-I don’t wanna be a-alone.” The baby vampire shivers, cold sweat dripping from his forehead. “N-Noona, I– I think I’m dying.”

You shake your head wiping him down with your jacket, not caring about getting it dirty. “No baby. You’re just hungry. I’m here. I’ll only leave for a second. I promise. I’ll be back.”

Jungkook whines, dragging you tightly against him. “No.”

“Fuck okay. I won’t leave you Jungkook-ah, but you have to feed right now.” You bring a hand behind his neck burying his face against your throat and you hear a muffled cry buried deep into your neck. “Bite down baby. Don’t hold back, but d-don’t take everything. I-I’ll tell you when to stop.”

His breath is hot, you feel his fangs barely graze your neck, not quite enough to cut through the flesh before he pulls off, with a strangled sob. “F-Fangs, they hurt. Really bad.”

“They’re just sensitive, my love. They won’t break off, I know it feels like that, but they won’t. You can do it baby, just bite down.”

Jungkook furiously shakes his head. This won’t do. They fucking hurt. His tongue goes to massage his gums, but he hisses as soon as it comes in contact. It’s far too sensitive. “N-No. I won't be able to bite down, N-Noona. It hurts, ‘m so hungry. Please Noona.”

The younger is not even sure what he’s begging for, but he knows he’s in the best hands. He’s gonna be okay even if right now he feels his throat has been lit on fire. He knows you would never let him die straving so he closes his eyes for a second allowing himself to rest against the tree.

“S-Shit Jungkook. Okay. Sit up baby, Noona will feed you now.” Your fangs come out quickly as they pierce through your wrist, you bite down as hard as you can so the Newborn’s only job will be to place his fangs through. The blood instantly leaks down your wrist before you rush it over his mouth. “Here baby, bite.”

Jungkook attaches himself immediately to your leaking wrist, his fangs fit perfectly within the gaping holes. He moans with the first initial taste, he sucks with a lot of force, you know you should tell him to slow down, but you don’t even have the heart. The Newborn stuffs his fangs (they are a bit longer than yours) even deeper into the soft flesh, the sensitivity in his fangs finally dying down a bit.

You groan at the feeling and he continues to suck the life out of you. He was gonna definitely leave a mark, maybe even permanently. Taehyung wasn’t gonna be too happy about that, but it was far too late to tell him to stop anyways. Jungkook fed from you as if you were the tastiest meal he has ever had. The sweet tangy taste was fucking addictive Jungkook never wanted it to end, he could definitely see himself getting used to this. He knew it wasn’t going to be easy when you finally tell him to stop. He doesn’t even know if that’s gonna be possible. This is what he was missing out on? The rush… it’s indescribable, but fucking incredible. He has never felt so alive.

“O-Okay suh–slow down, baby.” It’s as if you told him to do the opposite. Jungkook continues to lick and bite into anything he can get his mouth on, his tongue coming out to collect the drops of blood that escape from your wrist and leak down your arm.

You should really, really stop him now, but it feels soooo good, you were always a slut for pain.

“Noona t-tastes so good, so sweet.” A moan rips from your throat as he peels himself off, this time he bites into your neck, the blood instanly hits his tongue and he’s addicted, evermore. He’ll never stop now. He bites down into the vein and the blood rushes into his mouth. Nothing compares to blood directly from the source, he has learned this lesson very early on.

“J–Jungkook...” You are really struggling yourself now, your eyes struggle to stay open, he’s starving you. “Okay enough. Stop.”

The Newborn shakes his head, whining and whimpering into your throat.

“Stop.” It comes out as a whisper and he denies your calling again. Forcing himself onto you, he bites harshly not giving a fuck about how you tremple and desperately whine below him. He’s killing you and he doesn’t even realize it. Stupid baby vampire. “I said, stop!”

Jungkook is nearly sobbing full on tears when you force him off, tugging his hair back with great force. “N-No, puh– please Noona, ‘m sorry. I’m still so hungry. Please. Feed me!”

He shouts at you like you hadn’t been the one helping him from starving to death. “Control yourself, Jungkook-ah. You almost just fucking killed me!”

The boy's eyes soften and he cries harder. “‘M so so sorry, Noona. I don’t want you to die because of me. I’ll be better. S-Sorry.”

The younger one starts to leak pretty tears, decorating his face quite nicely. You sigh lighly, allowing your emotions to simmer. “Stay here. I’ll bring us the meal.”

Jungkook doesn’t hold you back this time, not like he was given the choice anyways, this was an order. He manages to keep his position on the cold gravel. It doesn’t take you long to find the deer, you wrap an arm around the deer and put it down with a quick blow to its chest. This was your least favorite part when you first turned, watching the sweet creature fall to its knees and eventually its death, but it got easier with time. Now, you take them down without hesitation or care, it’s in your nature after all.

You settle the deer at Jungkook’s feet when you return. His eyes widen when he realizes what’s expected of him next. “N-Now what?”

“We eat, my sweet baby vampire.” In the moment, he almost thinks you look cute, but he watches you dig your sharp nails into its wooly hair and tear it nearly in half. The blood rushes out like water and splatters everywhere, some landing on your face and Jungkook’s cheek. Jungkook would be lying if he said this wasn’t the hottest thing he has ever seen, even with blood tainting your perfect face, you were fucking beautiful. Without hesitation you lean in and drink the blood while it’s still fresh and sweet.

Jungkook hesitates for a bit before he leans in on his own side and slurps up. The flood of red liquid cools his burn almost instantly. At first, Jungkook didn’t understand it. Why slash a deer in half when you can just drink from the source directly? It wasn’t convenient, not at all. It's messy and more blood gushes onto the floor than anywhere else, but he gets it now. He understands. The sight of blood splattering across your face, the way your eyes dilated, mouth drooling… he’ll never forget it. He’s so fucking hard. He moans into the deer's skin, sucking it dry.

For the first time ever, Jungkook thinks you look like a monster. After all that really is what vampires are, just monsters trying to survive in a world built for humans. Though you prefer the term creature, monster is a bit too extreme for your liking, you can’t help your kind for being.

Either way, in Jungkook’s eyes, you were the sexiest monster he had ever laid eyes on (not that he came across much), but he would genuinely let you do anything.

You both keep feeding and it's the hottest thing ever. In fact, you’re so focused on feeding that you nearly miss a grunt rip through Jungkook’s throat. But that isn’t what distracts you, no… it’s Jungkook’s hard cock against your thigh.

The younger starts rutting against your thigh like a dirty fucking animal, a bitch in heat if you will.

Eventually, the deer runs dry.

Your mouth comes off and you lick the leftover blood dripping from your lips. Jungkook, well, he’s still rubbing himself on you.

“Jungkook.” Usually, the boy comes to a halt embarrassed about the situation but no, this time, he’s desperate. So fucking needy and horny. “Hey.”

Jungkook hums, finally popping off the deer, he looks down at his little (big) problem. Shamelessly he keeps grinding hands besides you to support himself, but not for long. You shove him off you.

“I— Noona.”

“You’re so fucking dirty. So fucking nasty. But you know that right baby? Hmm? Good for nothing besides leaking come.” Your words go straight to his dick, only making him harder, if he didn’t know any better he would have sworn he has already come from how much he’s leaked into his boxers.

He softly whines, feeling his stomach stir in heat. “Yes… yes Noona, I am. So so dirty and nasty. Please Noona, I wanna come so bad. ‘M so horny.”

“Yeah? You wanna come.” The pretty vampire nods, looking dainty and fragile, even if it is far from the truth. “Okay then, you’ll come on my terms.”

You stood up, all tall and mighty, without warning, you stepped on his crotch enough to feel his length beneath your foot. Jungkook yelps, feeling the pressure build on his hard cock. “Like this. You’ll come like this. Move, my baby vampire. Take what you need.”

And that is exactly what he does. Desperately, Jungkook grinds against your heel. He didn’t imagine himself ever being into cock stepping, but he isn’t even surprised or one to complain. You bring the worst out of him. He grunts and moans without holding back, feeling more heat coil in his stomach, he’s so fucking close. Of course you know this, so you step on him harder and the boy comes undone beneath you with a strangled cry.

“Oh! Oh my fucking god!” Jungkook comes so much, he’s sure his briefs are a fucking mess, he’ll most likely throw it away anyways. “So good Noona, s-so good.”

“Yeah?” A smile grows on your face, watching blush start painting his pale cheeks. He somehow manages to look small and embarrassed as if he didn’t just fuck himself agaisnt your foot. God, he could be so adorable.

“Yes. Always ‘s good.” Jungkook pauses, he looks shy before asking. “What about you Noona? I wanna please you too.”

“Yeah? You think you can handle me right now?”

The younger exhales a scoff. “You know I can.”

“Yes… yes you can, my pretty slutty baby.” The younger’s lashes flutter as if it’s a compliment to his ears (it is), he feels you land on his lap, hands take place on the swole end of your ass, like they belong there (you both know they do). “You gonna fuck me now? Huh baby?”

“Yes, Noona. I’ll fuck you so good. Just how you like it.” He’s breathless, yet that doesn’t stop him from reaching behind your neck and locking lips with you. His tongue comes out shyly, before forcing your mouth open with a bite. He sucks and licks into your mouth, still savoring the faint taste of blood on your tongue. With syched moans, he forces his lips off yours kissing down your jaw and neck, nipping at the tender flesh, God, he could never get enough of you.

“Kook…” Your voice is light. “Just fuck me already baby.”

Maybe you should have let him continue at his own pace because the second he hears your sweet demand, he literally tears your bottoms in half, just enough to slip a hand below. His fingers tease your soft puffy folds, easing one finger inside them. The younger’s middle finger toys your clit, he feels a bit rough to the touch, yet the stimulation causes a whine to slip from your lips. He focuses on the gasp forcing your mouth to fall wide, the blood splattered on your face is now dry, but it paints your face beautifully. Anyone else would run in fear, but Jungkook feels he has always belonged here, he’s really home.

The younger one sticks his tongue out and attempts to lick the dried blood off your face. He fails, but the attempt is very much there, ignoring the slobber on your face.

Finally, two fingers gather your juices before carefully sliding them into your tight hole, which selfishly takes them both. Your arms wrap around Jungkook, pressing moans into his neck as he fingers your pussy with skill. He doesn’t go fast, just enough to open you up before he takes you on his cock.

“Oh– right there, Jungkookkk.” The Newborn pushes his fingers deeper, finding your g-spot with ease, you coat his fingers nicely. He can taste your slick on his tongue, it's driving him insane. Jungkook contemplates adding another finger, but he does it anyway and you clench around his fingers, breath hitching against his ear. “Fuh–Fuckkk…”

Slolwy, you start to ride his fingers, feeling them stretch your walls. “K-Kiss me.”

He leans in without hesitation and kisses you sloppily, on demand. When things start to escalate, tongue deep in your mouth, saliva coating your lips, he pulls out of you gently and pushes you towards the floor with a cut–off yelp, ass up face down. He brings his hips to yours, letting you feel just how hard you made him. He feels unnecessarily big and heavy behind you, this alone makes you shiver in anticipation for what's to come. He waits no longer. Jungkook thinks if he doesn’t stuff your pussy full of dick right now, he might just pass away at this very moment.

Jungkook unzips his pants, dragging them down, along with his messy boxers. He blows a harsh breath out, watching your folds glisten in the natural light. He wishes things were different, that he could eat you out, that is if he didn’t feel his dick was about to explode in his hand. “R-Ready baby?”

“Always. Don’t hold back, baby, fuck me how I like it.” The younger wastes no time further, he gathers just enough of his own come off his boxers and uses it as lube (with all the intention to just fuck it back into you). He coats his length before he’s burying himself inside you. Even after three fingers, Jungkook manages to stretch your walls to the brim, fucking you deep and consice. You feel as tight as ever. “Oh my, fucking god...”

He slows down, allowing you to adjust, your eyes close feeling him thrust with care. The boy carrases your arching back, feeling your heat tighten against him. “So fucking good for me. I love your pussy so much, Noona. You always take me so well.”

His praises bring heat to your stomach, squirming below him. “Y-Yeah, baby? Fuck me like you mean it then.”

“Don’t worry, Noona. I’ll fuck you until you forget who truly owns you.” His words breakthrough like glass before he’s pushing you further into the ground, shoving his dick as deep as he can go, fucking you like the slut you were.

I’ll fuck you until you forget who truly owns you.

Taehyung… you belong to Taehyung but here you were, getting fucked like some whore and by the youngest vampire in your clan. Pornagraphic moans escape your mouth, as you attempt to hold onto anything below you but nothing works, Jungkook is fucking into you and holding on like you’ll escape.

The grip on your hips is bound to leave bruises, but that increasingly excites him. The hot pit in your gut starts to twist, you’ll come in a second if he keeps this pace. Nevertheless, Jungkook moans shamelessly, keeping his brutal pace, watching you make a mess of his dick every time he pulls back.

“J-Jungkook… I’m gonna fucking come, slow down.” You quietly demand, but this does nothing for you, he increases his speed, grunting as he feels you pulse around his cock. It’s messy and fast, just the way you like it. Felt so perfect wrapped around him.

“Y-You asked for this, Noona, now take it.” The younger fucks into you at an alarming rate, his hands grope your ass cheeks apart feeling him dive further. Your eyes roll back, skin clapping on skin with no desire to end.

“Fuh–Fuck, Jungkook. Baby, I– I’m gonna come.” Goosebumps rise on your skin, feeling a cold breeze wrap around you. He watches as his cock disappears inside your sex, he’s so fucking close himself.

“Come on my dick Noona, make a mess out of it, hmm just how you like it.” The Newborn bites his lip attempting and failing to hold his moans, so instead he embraces them and nearly growls feeling you become tighter every thrust.

“C-Coming.” Is the only word that manages to make it out before you tremble under his sensitive touch. The knot inside your stomach breaks, releasing your juices all over his thick length. The sensation of you coming on his cock never gets old, he groans holding back his own release.

“F-Fuck, just like that Noona, so good for me. Always so good. I’m gonna come too.” Jungkook whines, doing everything in his power to stop from milking you full (he will most likely do it anyways).

“Inside baby, i-inside.” He feels you melt under him before he’s pushing his warm seed inside you, nearly collapsing on top of you, still fucking his release deep into you.

Jungkook manages to slip out carefully, placing you on top of his chest, his harsh pants manage to calm you regardless of him fucking your thoughts away. The younger calms his breathing before speaking above a whisper. “Thank you, Noona. Thank you.”

“Anytime my baby vampire, anytime.”

#jungkook fanfic #bts fanfic #jungkook x reader #bts smut #jungkook smut #bts jungkook #bts x y/n #jungkook x noona #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x you #jungkook scenarios #jungkook oneshot

51 notes · View notes

auxiliarydetective · 5 months

Text

End-of-Year Appreciation Post

Let's see if I can get this done before midnight - I have 36 minutes! But I really wanted to get this posted, so... time for a speedrun! This post won't nearly be able to say everything I wanna say, so, first and foremost: I love and appreciate all of my mutuals and people I've gotten to talk to this year, so thanks for coming to my corner of the internet and gifting me a little (or a lot - because lord knows I don't shut up if someone mentions one of my favourite fandoms) of your time!

With that being said, time for some special thanks!

@wheresmybloodynauglamir The encyclopedia of Star Trek and one of my closest friends on this hellsite. Thanks so much for literally everything you've done for me this year and all the lovely conversations. Let's have a lot more of those next year! Live long and prosper <3

@littlemervie Thank you for indulging my very nichest of niche interests like The Little Prince and for always sending me a kind message when I least expected it.

@fluffle-system My favourite bnuy in the whole world and a fellow FNAF enjoyer. I hope I always get to be the auxiliary to your detective (yes, this is actually sort of an accurate aitiology of how my url came to be - if you know you know). Let's solve more mysteries and riddles together.

@supermarine-silvally You may have only very recently stumbled into my corner of the internet but I adore every conversation we've had and I hope that many more are to come. If I had to make a choice to pass on my OCs to anyone, the great Donna Aurelia would be yours, and that's a great honor, so I hope you know how much I appreciate our conversations!

@carriagelamp We didn't talk too much this year and that's frankly a crime, but I still stare lovingly at every piece of art you've created for me, with me, or simply for the fandoms I'm in - and the ones for fandoms I don't know I stare at from afar. Just letting you know that I smile everytime I see you on my dash :)

@faerieroyal Dolly my beloved! I hereby sincerely apologize for all the times I've hopped into our Discord chat to ramble about my OCs or whine about my hour-long adventures of looking for faceclaims and/or names, but I'm not planning on stopping anytime soon. The amount of positivity and support you bring into my life is immesurable and I absolutely adore you for supporting each of my OCs, even if you don't know their fandom, and how you let me introduce you to my newest hyperfixations when the brainrot strikes. - To many more rambling sessions!

@come-along-pond who allowed me to participate in the fyeahonepieceocs blog and gave me a platform to launch my own little project of a OP resources blog from. - Through anon hate and plot bunnies, you've helped me and supported me through so much and I'm really, really thankful for that!

@oneirataxia-girl @endless-oc-creations and everyone else in the Discord Server, thank you so much for suffering through my countless pings and appearing when I need you most to offer your advice and help. You've saved many of my OCs in the past and I'm certain you'll keep doing so in the future.

@starcrossedjedis @bravelittleflower and @ninjasawakenedmystar aka the angels who made Cora's creation possible - and by extention then also that of Lily and La Donna! Thanks so much, my fellow One Piece girlies!

@thehedgehogat221b who has been keeping me tethered to the A-Team fandom, making sure that I never forget how happy it makes me, and who always has time to spare to hear me ramble about Kit Kelley and her conman boyfriend

@daughterofhecata @bistdueinbaum and the entire Die Drei ??? fandom. You brought me onto Tumblr and though I may not be as active in the fandom anymore, Tumblr still considers my blog a Die Drei ??? blog and I don't plan on forgetting my roots anytime soon, so I promise you more detective content in the year 2024 - featuring my beloved Jelena, of course! My token adopted side character... Maybe I'll also hop into the Tatort fandom, who knows? Also, can we make Rosenheim Cops a fandom? I feel kinda lonely and silly over here lol

@claramurphyqueenoffandoms the VoicePlay supporter. Man, was I happy to find someone who loves these dorks as much as I do. We haven't talked much, but thanks so much for enabling the hyperfixation that triggered my character development into a happier person and letting me relive those memories.

@cody-helix02 @thoughpoppiesblow @footprintsinthesxnd @kafka-ohdear and the entire Band of Brothers fandom. You've been so nice to me from day one when I first stumbled into the fandom and you still are incredibly lovely people! I'd like to give something back, so, if you ever need any research done for your fic and you can't find anything, let me know and I'll traverse my resources and my university's library to see what I can find <3 Also, I shall present to you more Anita content in the future! There's one fic featuring Luz and one featuring Bull curently in my projects list!

@maxwellshimbo @asaturnerofficial and all the other lurkers and people I constantly find in my notes - you always brighten my day. I'll have had an awful no good time but then I see you and I go: "Ah yes, my friends are still here" and I feel so much better!

Thanks to much to everyone on and off the list, and have a very lovely new year!

#end of year appreciation #thanks so much everyone <3

20 notes · View notes

arabaka · 2 years

Text

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ reigen arataka x (fem)hostess! reader. CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ !!! reader is a sex worker in an illicit hostess club. reader smokes with reigen. oral (m! receiving). creampie. pet name baby is used once. unprotected sex (do as i say not as i do). WORD COUNT: 4.2k PSD CREDIT !!! MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI or I WILL CRAWL IN YOUR WALLS（ ꐦꉺωꉺ)つ

*₊˚💬୧ likelihood that i'll make this a series? 100% <3

You weren’t sure where you stood when it came to believing in the supernatural but your shoulders sure felt lighter and you were struck with the first wave of clarity you’ve had in days… Consider yourself convinced.

He can see you relax, recline even, in your seat and even he feels like there’s a weight off him, although that might be because your issue turned out to be completely mundane. Another happy customer, another dollar in his pocket– but this worked out, it always did.

Head bowed, you chirp with gratitude, “Thank you so much, Reigen-san!” When you rise, he swears there’s a new glitter and glow to your eyes. Maybe he really did something after all.

“It’s no problem at all.” His eyes flicker to the table Mob usually sits at. He’s working solo today so he’ll just take your payment at his desk. Ready to take your money, Reigen extends his hand, complete with his business card but to both your surprise, you don’t have cash to give him.

Oh no. Ohhh no.

Much to your dismay, patting yourself down does not magically manifest your wallet. This is a nightmare, magnified by the fact that this Reigen Arataka was seemingly the real deal. Your fear is written all over your face, lips trembling as you murmur nonsensically about where you could have possibly left your wallet. Your face falls further; you left it at home and you were stations away. What’s even more awful, your shift at work was starting soon and you still had a whole evening ahead of you. “I’m so sorry.” Your voice barely above a whisper, you fess up, “I left my wallet at home. I swear, I thought I had it!”

He’s less than impressed but he isn’t about to give you a hard time about it. You’re clearly worked up as it is and he’s not a monster; he won’t make you feel worse than you already do. “It happens.” You don’t strike him as someone to trick someone out of paying, he thinks. “D-Don’t worry about it!” His attempts at comforting you aren’t what cause you to suddenly exhale in relief; you feel a bill in your pocket. “Aha! I knew it!” Your enthusiasm is short lived. Turns out, it was a coupon for a service your job offered to new clientele. But maybe he would be interested?

“I have this voucher from my job… It’s not super far from here actually. Could you take this for now? I promise I’ll pay you!”

He gives the advertisement a look over but he can’t really deduce what the business is supposed to be by the logo and name alone. “What do you all do–” Reigen starts to ask but he’s abruptly cut off by your phone’s ringtone. It’s your manager.

You’re frantic speaking to your boss, zipping off the chair and pacing around the office, so Reigen keeps himself busy. A few mouse clicks and several loud clacks of keyboard keys later and…

Your job is a club.

You work at a hostess club.

But not one of those clubs, right? He thinks he would know if a place like that opened right under his nose. The website is cutesy and a live gallery gives Reigen’s all sorts of ideas, namely how you might look in the club’s uniform of choice: a maid costume, designed to mimic a cyber aesthetic, complete with glow-in-the-dark accents. His face is bright and flushed by the time you whirl back to him, phone in your pocket as you excuse yourself.

“I’m so sorry, they just called me in!” You’re so absorbed in your own dilemma, you fail to see just how flustered he is. “I have to go. But– but if you come by, I’ll have your payment! I swear!”

It happens so fast, the silence you leave in your wake is hard to stifle.

He could have just written it off as a loss. He could have chalked it up as the best performance he’s ever seen.

So why is he walking to your place of work, his stride fast with his hands in his pockets and his head bowed low, like he hopes no one will notice him? He can’t think of an answer that paints him a decent, upstanding man so he walks fast enough that his sensibility has no hope of catching up. He doesn’t have to do much to hide. The sun has already long set, so he moves in the shroud of darkness along with other stragglers in the streets. The closer he gets, the louder he can hear his heartbeat in his ears.

The noise is replaced by electronica music being played from stereos hung from every corner in the venue. It’s dimly lit– no, that’s not it. The whole lobby thrives under blacklights in every variation, more than Reigen could have thought even existed. His skin grows clammy. The place looks lavish, the voucher must have been for a novelty discount, he thinks while nervously backing away towards the entrance but then he locks eyes with you and even under the room’s purple hue, he can see just how pretty you glow.

Then his eyes travel just inches lower and he can see just how well you fill out your uniform.

You don't give him even a second of recovery time, the poor soul, as you make a beeline for him the second you see him. You don't have the money on you, just another excuse (a completely valid one at that, you weren't a scammer) but it becomes all too clear to you that he isn't here to collect. He's here to indulge.

He's meek when handing over the coupon you gave him earlier. Can you blame him? He isn't the type to peruse these establishments and he doesn't exactly know what to expect. He's like a dog with his tail between his legs, ashamed.

But you'll take good care of him because he's your pet for as long as he'll have you.

"I'm so happy you chose me for tonight!" As if he ever had an option. "I hope I can return the favor and help you relax a little." He's happy he can hear you clearly; the private room you've whisked him to is just as extravagant as the rest of the place but it's leagues quieter. You'd sounded cute before but here you sound angelic. Your voice is smooth like honey, sweeter too, and makes him feel like he's the only one who will ever get to hear it. He knows that's not true but buying into the lie for a change sounds pretty nice.

"Can I get you anything to drink? Want to smoke?" Huh, smoking does sound pretty good right now, he muses and he bets it wouldn't hurt to ease his nerves a little. But you're so good at what you do, you don't need him to use words to tell you what he wants. You crawl onto the couch, the cushion squishing under your knees as you dock your legs on both sides of his left one, sinking to a comfortable seat on his thigh like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You make him choke on his breath as he feels his muscle come in contact with your bottom, your underwear. Thriving from how stunned speechless he is, you glide your hand on his chest and under his suit and that's where you find them. His cigarettes. You had seen them briefly during your session with him earlier so you knew he'd have them on him. You ready his nicotine, a sterling silver lighter in hand shining bright with a pink flame, and when he gives you a small nod of the head, you gingerly place the cigarette in his mouth and light him up.

Reigen purses his lips around the cigarette instinctively, taking a drag until the rush washes over his brain and exhales it all out: the smoke, his nerves.

"I wouldn't have thought you did this sort of thing." His Adam's apple bobs. Just how far would you take this? How far could he take this? His hand replaces yours in holding the cigarette, holding a position he's never quite had with anyone else. You drag his free hand to your thigh, guiding him to run his palm up your body. He hiccups at how soft your skin is, how he can so easily cup the plumpness of your thigh.

"I'll take that as a compliment." You giggle with pride, hovering your hand up and away from his now that he's got the idea. "The voucher's only good for an hour but…" Your voice trails off as both your hands dance up his arms until clasping behind his neck. You dig further into his leg, just ghosting your clit on the motion back up. "You can have me for as long as you want, as thanks for earlier."

It all feels so good, so surreal he has to be dreaming and his brain must be so cruel for concocting such a mouth-watering scene. But no, this is real. You're real. He puffs the cigarette, giving in to your touch as you lean forward, chest-to-chest, and start to litter kisses on his exposed neck. "We can also just talk and drink." Your whispers are hot against his skin. "Totally up to you."

You're a teasing little minx, he has to give you that. He doesn't want you to stop, he makes that very clear with how his grip on your thigh tightens when you freeze your motions, if only for a moment. "Talk and… this."

His wish is your command. You unclip what appears to be a portion of your outfit and what falls away is your skirt, now revealing the V-line cut of the garment underneath. You're down to your panties, running your cunt down his thigh while your hands move down, one to draw circles on his chest and the other to run teasingly along his belt buckle. "Okay, then tell me… Have you ever been to place like this before?" You had a feeling you knew the answer but it's always more fun to hear the confession.

"N-No." Reigen speaks in more of a groan at that point, relishing the clothed feeling of your clit being stimulated on his leg. "First time." He pulls another drag from his cigarette and like the good servant you are, you already have a heart-shaped ashtray for him to use as he pleases. Your hands haven’t left him for more than a second but he already misses your touch, the way your fingers had been playing so demurely with his hair, as intensely as the cool menthol flooding his bloodstream.

Oh first-timers. You loved your regulars but new blood was just so intoxicating, so special. You were in the business of making people feel good and you were damn good at it, practically feeding off how their pupils would get so blown out from your touch, your words. You could so easily turn a stranger to a regular and you had a sneaking suspicion that you would be seeing more of this Reigen Arataka. A lot more. You would make sure of it.

“I’m happy to be your first time then.” You grace him with a coy smile, your upper arms strategically squeezing your chest together for his viewing pleasure. You follow his eyes as they flit over to your breasts, lust flooding his pupils and his cock. The member stirs in the crosspoint of his slacks, pitching an obvious tent in no time flat. You see his cigarette wobble between his fingers. He still has quite a bit to go but you can see him weigh out his choices; should he finish his smoke or give himself over to you? “Want me to help you with that?” Your purring tickles his cheek as you cover the skin with generous pecks. He nods from under you and that’s when you pluck the cigarette from his hand, puckering your lips around the stick and taking a final drag. You feel his erection flex in his pants at this and this makes you giggle. Not at him, but because of him. “Indirect kiss.”

“How about a real one?” Say no more. He jumps on the opportunity, hungry lips capturing yours in a kiss that is clunky but has enough passion in it to make that nonconsequential. The cigarette tastes better on you, he decides as his mouth moves against yours with his tongue slipping past your lips in an effort to get more of your flavor in his system. You lap up the moans bubbling from his throat, hips dipping deeper against his thigh as you grind up exhilarating friction for the both of you. Your hands, now free to do as they please, curl back around his neck before swiping down, fingers teasingly drawing circles around his nipples until you draw out a pretty little squeak for your consumption.

Palms sliding down his abdomen, you massage and grope his erection until he’s bucking up into you. You bounce along his leg, lips popping free from his with a thin bridge of spit coming and going as you lean back. “Anything off limits?” You ask but can he really answer? There’s so much he wants to do, so much of you he wants to experience and burn into his memory for the days and weeks to come. Where does he even begin? How can he choose when all of you looks so delicious, feels so right?

You cup his face and bring him to another kiss, smiling against his lips when you feel his hands finally settle on your waist. His firm hold glides you down his leg but you can feel his cock become ravenous for more with every swipe of your clit. And to be honest, you’re dying for something more… Filling.

“I–” His voice cracks. How embarrassing. But when he meets your gaze, there isn’t an ounce of mockery or malice. When you look at him, he only sees adoration glossing your vision and it’s absolutely mesmerizing. And that’s when he decides, “I want you to suck me off.” He just has to see what those big eyes of yours look like when you’re sucking him to the hilt. “Of course, anything you want, Mr. Psychic.” You coo with some light chuckling, smoothly raising yourself off his lap and getting down on your knees between his legs. You make quick work of his belt, tossing it so it falls and flattens your discarded skirt piece. Next come his pants and boxer briefs, which you shimmy of his legs until they too are in a crumpled heap on the floor around his ankles.

Well, well, well. If looks aren’t deceiving. His slacks had contained his erection so well, you had no idea he would be this big. He might be the biggest you’ve ever had but there’s not a challenge in this world you can’t conquer. “Wow.” You croon, eyelashes batting prettily as you wrap your fingers around his cock and start to litter kisses all over his shaft, from the underside to the top. “So beautiful.” It’s the first time he’s ever heard someone say that and combined with your loving touch, he’s shivering. You press your tongue flat against his cockhead, the tip of your tongue just barely poking into the slit on its way to coating the rest of his member with your drool. Your tongue is hot as it runs down his veins, drawing zigzags on his length until you dip your head low and capture one of his balls in your mouth, sucking hard until a guttural moan bursts free from his mouth. You free it with a pop but you quickly perform the same routine on the other, not wanting to leave any part of him untouched.

“G-God.” Reigen groans on an exhale, hands contracting and for once, he doesn’t know what to do with them. “Grab my hair.” You instruct, breath hot on his cock as you clamp your lips on the end of his cock before you start to work on taking him all the way to his base. He listens and he listens well, hands quickly flying to either side of the crown of your head, fingers desperately curling around your locks as more and more of him enters your mouth. Reigen gasps when the tip of your nose comes to rest against his pelvis. You take a beat, letting his engorged cock fill your mouth before you start to bob your head up and down his shaft. Your cheeks hollow as the pressure you envelope around him intensifies to a degree he’s never felt before.

You’ve more than made up for your session earlier. Hell, he feels like he owes you at this point. The way you look at him, pupils large with ecstasy, makes his cock pulse in your mouth which you attend to with the swirl of your tongue until spit starts to well up and bubble over from the corners of your mouth. Your hands join in on the action, one massaging his balls with pressure coming from your thumb while the other starts to pump his length with little regard for how sloppy your movements start to become. It’s all so much. You’re so much. “I’m gonna– I’m gonna–” He can barely choke out the words, lids growing heavy as he starts to push himself further into your mouth until you’re suffocating with him. His cock gives one final spasm before he spills himself into you, hot and salty cum flooding your mouth but you drink it all down like it’s a refreshing glass of water.

His cock springs out of your mouth, slapping against his stomach with a wet pap but much to your surprise and delight, he stays hard. “I can go for another round.” Reigen follows up on an exhale, his hand strongly gripping his cock and giving it a few pumps before asking you all too politely, “Can… Can we go again?” You love a man who doesn’t beat around the bush. “Of course.” You tenderly lick a stripe down the head of his cock, letting the remants of his cum coat your tongue. “Show me how you want it.”

His lips are parted, mouth agape until he swallows hard. Leaning forward, he smooths the pad of his thumb along your cheek, measuring his fat and long member against your face and sighing dreamily at just how diminutive you look next to him. “Want you to ride me.” He begs, sweat on his brow and breath stalling in his throat as he watches you rise to your feet. “And—” He takes a sharp and shallow breath, “I want you to strip.”

Apron and panties meet the same fate as the rest of your outfit and just like you were before, he’s in awe of you. It feels unreal, how you saunter back over to him and take your rightful seat on his lap, his cock lying flat over your pelvis while your clit tingles at the base of his member. “Please.” Reigen pleads for mercy, eyes straining to keep focus as you rub yourself on his length. “Need to feel you.”

“Yes sir.” And with that, you hover over his member until the tip grazes over your pussy. You don’t make him wait much longer than that, guiding his cock past your folds until you can feel that delicious stretch overtaking you as you lower all the way down to the base. Bottoming out inside you is better than any high, greater than any other success he’s had in a long while. A shaky moan skirts past his lips as he feels your walls contract around his girth; you’re going to be a new addiction, he fears and he hopes all at the same time.

Now his hands are groping your ass, squishing the fat of your cheeks as he rolls his hips into you. His motions into you are slow at first but you tighten around him so much, he can’t help but start to pummel into you, harder and faster until he settles on a rhythm you both can agree on. You throw your head back, expression flushed with raw pleasure as you give all of you to him, letting him push himself further and deeper into you with every thrust. Oh, he won’t just be a regular. He’ll be your favorite.

His name sounds so beautiful falling off your tongue and you look just as good bouncing up and down his cock, your tits looking more and more appetizing as the seconds tick by. He just has to have a taste. One of his hands travels up to the small of your back, pressing your forward until he latches around one of your nipples, teeth lightly grazing the skin before he starts to suck and lick at your breast with ravenous hunger. Your sweat tastes so sweet to him as he curls his tongue around your nipple until he feels it start to harden around him. He only pops free with a groan as you grind down his cock, angling the tip just right that your core starts to go haywire.

“Feel so fucking good.” Reigen hisses before lavishing your other breast with the same tender care as the other. His gaze shifts, first to watch as your eyes roll to the back of your head and then to your reflection in the mirror ahead of you two, transfixed by how your ass shakes and wriggles while his cock jackhammers into your quivering pussy. Your juices start to leak, mixing indiscriminately with the spit still layered on his cock and your cunt starts to tremble around him.

You don’t need to tell him that you’re close. He can feel it because he is too. But it sure as hell does make him feel ethereal when you whimper, “I’m going to cum soon, sir. Can I? Please, can I?” Oh, you don’t know what havoc you just unleashed, begging for him like he’s the only one that can take you to Cloud Nine.

“Fuck— Yes, yes you can, baby. Can I come inside?” He growls, his mouth now over yours as he thrusts haphazardly into your cunt until he can feel your walls shake and conulvse around his member. The sounds of your squelching heat fill your ears, maybe clouding your decision when you mewl into his mouth, “Yes, yes, please!”

Your gummy walls hug his cock tigher and tighter as he pumps you full of his cock until he’s beating against your cervix with reckless abandon. His nails dig curved indentations into your ass but you delight in the sensation, funneling the pain into indescribable pleasure. Oh, he’s a gift, your body awash with a degree of gratification you’ve never felt before. You can feel your pussy molding itself to his member. Maybe you’re at the point of no return; could anyone top this?

Your pussy flutters around his cock as it spasms in your cavern until you feel him jerk so violently, he floods your cunt with thick strings of his load. You too start to feel your high expand until you burst at the seams with him bottomed out inside you. You throb around him, walls convulsing as your release starts to spill out down his balls and onto the couch. Needing more of him, you kiss him with fiery intensity, licking into his mouth as you start to float down from your climax. Reigen meets you at your level, indulging on every sound you give him as she start to relax all around him. When you pull apart, it’s not because you want to but because you need to breathe or you’ll soon pass out.

“Fuck.” Is all either of you can manage to muster when all is said and done.

Looking at the time, he can’t even discern how long either of you have been at it. What he can see, as unfortunate as it may be, is an hour at which he should be sleeping. He has his first client bright and early in the morning and if he’s going to want to see you again, he has to keep the cash flowing. But god, why do you have to look at him with those eyes, that pout, when he tells you that he has to go? How can he say no to that, how can he resist filling you with his seed one more time? Just one more… Just one more…

You follow him into his dreams, so it’s no wonder he sleeps past his alarms and ends up rushing like a fool to work but at least his steps are light and his soul is satisfied. He’s already whipping up witty lines in his head to ease the ire of his first client, though not without images of you infiltrating his brain. He’s practicing his performance, uttering strings of sorrys and promises of future discounts, when he sees not his appointment but you.

You with two coffees in hand and a smile brighter than any sunrise.

“Need a pick me up?”

Oh, you’re going to be the death of him. Of him and his wallet.

#reigen #mp reigen #reigen arataka #reigen arataka x reader #reigen x reader #reigen x you #reigen arataka x you #mob psycho 100 #mp100 #mob psycho 100 fanfic #x reader #x fem!reader #x f reader #reigen arataka smut #reigen smut #mp100 imagines #mp 100 #.˚₊ ੈ ʚ 🍰 ɞ ₊˚. ꒰ a little treat for reigen. ꒱

259 notes · View notes

ddejavvu · 2 years

Note

For multiverse Monday, I bring you professor Eddie. I can’t help but think about him being a senior 3 times, he goes on to become a college professor. Anyways, reader has a crush on him and it’s painfully obvious. He enjoys playfully teasing her but not in a mean way. Please and thank you. Love your work.

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

i know you said this was supposed to be all cocky and flirty but i think this is more sweet :') i'm so sorry! I couldn't get super super senior eddie out of my head who knows exactly how his students are feeling and gives the best of pep talks.

Eddie can feel your anxiety. It's palpable from the strained silence in the classroom, your presence lingering beside his desk while the rest of the students file out. He itches at the neckline of his muscle tee, the skin underneath bothered by the tie he haphazardly knotted around his neck. He's infamous around campus for his interesting style choices, but you like it.

Perhaps it's not the only thing about the man you liked. He wasn't exactly torture on the eyes, nor on the ears with the slightly raspy voice he had. He used it well, too, cracking jokes and telling stories.

He turns when he hears the door finally click shut, a soothing smile on his face.

"Sit," He gestures to the chair in front of his desk, plopping down into his own. As soon as his butt hits the seat his feet are on the desk, mucky boots propped up on the wood.

"You're not in trouble," He starts, fingers curling around a pen in the cup on his desk. It's an Iron Maiden mug, and it holds a number of writing utensils.

"That's good," You breathe out a shaky laugh, sitting on your hands. It keeps you from fidgeting with them, but he doesn't bother restraining his own. He twirls the pen around his fingers, the tube dancing over his hand like a jumping bean. It's mesmerizing, but you won't allow yourself to get distracted.

"I just noticed you've been skipping assignments lately." He concludes, and you realize you are in trouble. Maybe he won't expel you, but you're going to talk to him about why you've been skipping them, and that's trouble if you've ever seen it.

"Professor I'm so sorry," You begin your rant, anxiety still burning hot in your chest, "I swear I didn't mean to get so behind, it's just that I missed one, and then the thought of doing two was overwhelming, so I missed another one, and then three seemed like torture, and-"

"Dude," He laughs good-naturedly, dropping the pen onto his desk, "It's fine. Seriously, I told you you weren't in trouble."

"Well- yeah I know," You start up again, "it's just-"

"it's just that I'm letting you know the assignments are still open," He re-interrupts you, "You can submit them up until the end of the year."

"I'll have them by Monday." You insist, guilt still written on your face.

"Man, I'd have waited until the last minute," He chuckles, "I was held back a bunch. 'Never turned in my work. I get it, okay? Do it whenever you can, and, if I'm being honest," He leans in, feet back on the floor. You do the same, spurred on by the drop of his voice to a whisper, "You don't have to do them at all. You're passing my class and four homework assignments won't stop that. Just keep an eye on your grade, okay?"

He leans back in his seat, content with the information he's shared. It feels scandalous, really, hearing your professor tell you not to do your homework. But there's something so genuine in his sweet smile, and exhilarating in the mirth his eyes hold, that you laugh.

"Thank you, Professor." You stand, hiking your bag further over your shoulder, "I.. I really appreciate this."

"Anytime," He nods, and you know it's a promise, "And if you want help or something, just come in during office hours. I can't promise I won't be high," He admits, not an ounce of bashfulness in his antics, "But I might be even more helpful doped up."

The next laugh from your throat is an incredulous one, and it widens the grin on his face so far that his eyes crinkle at the corners. You bid him a jovial goodbye, not missing the music that starts blaring through the room a split second before the door shuts behind you.

You turn them in during office hours. The four papers are stacked in your hand, stories and character briefs precisely stapled together as you march up to his desk. He glances up at you only when you clear your throat, eyes tinted red. He's high.

"I told you," He laughs, a deep chuckle from his chest. You're stunned, but you have to admit that it's funny, and you nod.

"You did warn me," You pass the papers over to him, "Thank you for the extension, Professor."

"Jesus Christ," He gapes at your handwriting, scrawled neatly over the page, "This is- this feels so fancy! 'S just a stupid biology worksheet," He doesn't teach Biology. He teaches creative writing. He glances incredulously over the top of them at you, "Damn."

295 notes · View notes

ash5monster01 · 11 months

Text

Lessons of You Part 6

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x FemReader

Warnings: Minors DNI, fluff, mentions of depression, smut, broken reader, 18+ (very smutty chapter 🫣) a/n: I fucking suck at smut so I apologize, just bear with me. also sorry this took forever, I’m a busy girl

Summary: Blake Parker was used to running. When life got hard, she’d run. The idea of sticking around to end up broken was scarier then she’d like to admit. So she hid away, cut all ties, and lived contently on her own. She was done running because no one could find her there. That is until a Navy Pilot runs into her life, and she learns allowing yourself to love can be scary, but hiding from it can be even worse.

word count: 2,996

Intro, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Final

Masterlist

Spending the weekend with Bradley was better than Blake had ever imagined. He had done so much for her in their little time together, including reuniting her with her cousins. If she hadn’t had his multiple talks she never would’ve felt the push to stop being stubborn and text them. But now she had them back, and between that and a warm Bradley in her bed she realized how truly lonely she was before. Her and Bradley had only kissed but surprising herself she figured maybe soon she could see herself trying things with him. The only issue was he was one guy, one person she could love, when multiple people she loved lived on the other side of the country.

Monday morning Bradley was supposed to report back to base and continue training for the rest of the week. Yet no one had still successfully completed the course. He would never tell Blake that the mission seemed that unlikely. Just like he planned to slip out early in the morning and not wake her with some sappy goodbye. Yet as he should’ve predicted Blake awoke beside him, rolling over and curling her arms around his bare waist. “Be safe big B”

“I will, I promise” Bradley’s heart clenched around the words he wasn’t sure he could keep. His father couldn’t keep them so why should he?

“Call me whenever you’re free, or come see me if you get anytime at all” his eyes widened as she told him this, figuring after this weekend she wanted to go back to her loneliness, but he had changed her. What she didn’t know was she had changed him too. How could you just meet someone and already feel so strongly about them?

“I hope you know I’m going to take you up on that offer and abuse my privileges as much as possible” Blake giggled as he rolled over into her, pressing a chaste kiss against her head. He was happy they had gone from her not wanting to exchange numbers to wanting him to text her as much as he could.

“I wouldn’t expect any less” she told him as he stood to retrieve his clothes.

“I’m going to be thinking about you the entire time I’m up there” he told her as he pulled his shirt over his head.

“Think of me on solid ground, keep your focus on flying” Bradley grinned at her again and leaned over the bed to press a kiss to her lips.

“Get some sleep, I’ll talk to you as soon as I can” Blake nodded and gave him one last soft smile before he was out the door. He kept his promise and had texted her any chance he got. When Blake wasn’t texting him she was texting her cousins. For the first time in a long time her week was exciting, interesting, and not just the same old routine with her same old thoughts. She was so thankful Brdley had done this for her. Thankful that Bradley was in her life. Then he showed up on her doorstep, she had just gotten off the phone with her Mom who was trying to convinve her to move back home, when she found a solemn Bradley on her front porch and she knew.

"You were picked?" he nodded and she felt herself take a gasp of air, like she was trying to breathe. She had prayed he wouldnt get picked when at the same time she wished he did because he desrved to show off his skill, to prove to his Dad that he was a good pilot just like him.

"My Uncle showed up on Monday, proved that the flight was possible. He announced who he picked today" Blake opened the door so he could come inside which Bradley had accepted as he made a B-line for her couch. Blake wasted no time sitting beside him and he wrapped his arm around her quickly. They were suggested to not leave base to keep focus but Bradley figured he couldn’t go without seeing her one last time.

"When do you leave?" she asked quietly, not wanting to think about the danger he would be in when she had come to care for him so much.

"Mission is first thing in the morning, I can't stay tonight" Blakes heart beat faster and she squeezed her eyes shut as she tried to calm down. She was being reminded of the exact reason she didn’t get close to people, because you could lose them.

"I talked to my Mom today, I think I might be moving back home" an ‘oh’ fell from Bradleys lips as she said this and she nodded, knowing she made the right choice waiting until after this whole mission thing. "I haven't told her yes yet, but my cousins have been texting and calling, and having them in my life again it is so hard to be so far away. I haven't seen them in so long"

"Understandable, if my Mom was still around I'd have no reason to stay in San Diego other than work" Blake knew he would understand but she hated brigning it up when the outcome of their relationsip becoming a relationship at all was slim. Bradley could die and she was moving away, to far to keep in touch.

"How long do you have till you have to be back?" Blake asked and Bradley looked down to his watch that laid on his wrist.

"A few hours" and just like that Blake was on his lap in a second, smashing her lips against his so hard his head spun for a moment. If this was possibly the last time they were going to see eahcother she wasn’t gong to waste it. So she feverishly kissed him, like her whole depended on it.

Bradley immediately knew this kiss was different because the previous times they had kissed her hands would always stay in one of three places. On his neck, on his waist, or on his back, pushing him closer as if that was possible. He knew this because her touch set his skin on fire, practically seared him, and he had memorized exactly where she had touched him. Yet now, those hands were on his shoulders, then his chest, then undoing each button on his Hawaiian shirt one by one. His heart nearly doubled in speed as she removed the fabric from his shoulders.

Removing her lips from his, Bradley’s breath got caught in his throat as he watched her grip the bottom of her shirt, and begin to pull it up and over her head. He knew she wasn’t wearing a bra, he made a mental note of that the minute he showed up at the door, and now she was removing her shirt and so dreadfully slow. Suddenly Bradley realized what was happening and set his hands on hers, the shirt not even an inch from showing him what he wanted to see the most.

“Are you sure?” he practically whispered, not wanting to ruin anything with the girl. He hadn’t connected with somebody on this level in so long.

“Bradley, I haven’t been sure about anything in my life for the last few years. But right now, here with you, is the most sure I’ve ever been” Bradley couldn’t help the dopey smile that reached his face from her words, and without another thought he removed his hands and allowed her to finish taking off the shirt.

Blake heard him suck in a sharp breath as she revealed her bare breasts, and she felt her nipples harden from the cool air and the large man beneath her. “Fuck” Bradley moaned and after one last glance to Blakes eyes he put his hands on her. Her head fell back the minute he made contact and he used this opportunity to place his mouth on one. Once he did she straightened up, surprised at the sensation. Bradley hummed softly against her chest as her hands curled in his hair, a new place to memorize her touch. Once he gave both breasts attention he blew softly at them, his breath hitting the wet spots he left behind which caused Blake to squirm in his lap.

“You’re gorgeous” he told her before locking his lips on hers again. Blake feverishly kissed back as he stood up, her still in his arms, and started walked towards the bedroom. She couldn’t help but giggle as they ran into a few things, Bradley trying to focus on kissing her while navigating his way down the hall.

Blake squealed lightly as he dropped her on the bed, smiling up at the boy. Bradley smirked as he shed his shorts. Blake took a moment to admire the way his black boxers looked on him. She never wanted to forget. Yet she didn’t have long to look considering he was leaning over her again, hands curling into the top of her sweatpants and slowly tugging them down. She dropped her head back, chest heaving at the anticipation of being naked with Bradley.

“I’m glad I met you” Blake said once Bradley had removed her pants and began to lean over her again. Bradley adorned a smug smile as she said it, the sentence confirming he meant as much to her and she did to him.

“Me too Blake” and then he silenced her again with a hard kiss, her head reeling and chest heaving from the brush of his bare skin against hers. They had shared this bed many of times before but now they were going to share each other. Blake’s hands had continued to discover Bradley’s body, as if she wasn’t holding herself back from memorizing every curve and angle on his body. His skin was soft, and warm to the touch, she noticed he always ran a bit warm than most. Considering she shared a bed with him and was used to always being cold.

Bradley’s one arm held himself up, while the other curled under her, pressing softly between her shoulder blades, and pushing her bare breasts against his chest. He basked in the feeling, realizing how lucky he was to be here. When he first met Blake she didn’t let anyone in, and now he was going to connect with her on a level that most people don’t. With this in mind he began to trail his kisses down, reveling in the taste of her skin as he pressed open mouth kisses to her neck, between the valley of her breasts, where he took notice of a birthmark laid between them, and then down her stomach where it jumped from the feeling of his lips on her.

Bradley hummed against her when her hands tangled into his hair, looking for stability as he made her feel sensations she hadn’t in a long time. He noticed the small gasp she made as his fingers curled into her underwear, slowly pulling down the fabric, and kissing each spot of new and exposed skin. It didn’t go unnoticed that he was experienced but she didn’t entirely mind. Especially once he had freed her from the rest of her clothes and put his mouth on her before she could process a thought. Bradley smiled in satisfaction as her whole body jumped once his tongue had slid between her folds. Her fingers scratched against his scalp but he didn’t mind one bit, despite being extremely hard from all of this, grinding into the mattress was enough relief as he got to pleasure the perfect girl in front of him.

“Fuck Bradley” Blake panted heavily as he continued to eat her out like a professional. The feeling of his tongue tasting every inch of her was euphoric, and then slowly he began to finger her and she was pretty sure she forgot her name. By the time he had added two fingers her knees began to shake and tighten around his head. Bradley smiled against her heat as the coil in her stomach began to snap. He felt her flutter against him and her body fall limp against the mattress. His dick twitched over the thought he had done that to her.

“You’re doing so good baby” Blake gave him a dopey smile as he stood up, preparing to peel off his boxers. Yet before he could she sat up despite her body’s protests and grabbed the hem of his boxers.

“You take off mine, I take off yours” she told him, seduction dripping from her lips. Bradley’s head fell back and let out a small groan as she released him from his boxers. Before he had even dropped his head to look back at her, her hand was wrapped at the base of his cock, giving a light squeeze before slowly pumping him. “I knew you’d be big”

“Don’t stroke my ego” Bradley growled, growing somehow impossibly harder as her tongue darted out and wiped away the pre-cum at his tip.

“I already am” she smirked at him and Bradley chuckled, but his laugh was cut short as she took him completely into her mouth, sucking, and using her hands where her mouth couldn’t reach. He noticed how she hummed against him, offering a vibrating sensation. This time his hands took purchase in her hair, tugging at the chocolate tresses as she got to taste as much of him as he did her. The minute he felt himself getting close he pulled away, her mouth releasing with a pop which made his hard on hurt even worse.

“I have to be inside of you right now” he told her, his own hand wrapping around his dick for some relief. Blake smiled and laid back down on the mattress, eyes never leaving him as she looked through her lashes.

“I’m right here” she said with a smile and Bradley moved towards her quickly. He was not shy about settling himself between her thighs, grinding against her heat as he pressed another soft kiss to her lips. Bradley felt her shuddered breaths against his mouth as he dragged his dick between her folds. His mouth stayed pressed against hers, them breathing from each others lips. When Bradley finally pressed the tip of himself inside of her, she gasped into his mouth which gave Bradley another thing to memorize.

Bradley pulled back, focused on sinking deeper into the girl. Once he was fully bottomed out he looked at the girl beneath him, the rise and fall of her chest from the anticipation of getting used to his size. Without sharing any words he met her eyes and she gave a fast nod, indicating she needed some movement. He didn’t need anything else before he pulled out and plunged into her again. Blake reached out for him as he continued to thrust against her. Bradley smiled and allowed the change in angle as her hands wrapped around his waist. Once he began to pick up speed her nails began to dig into him, dragging against his back. He didn’t mind, any memory he could keep from tonight he would.

“Would it be weird to say I love you, in some crazy, strong, barely know you, connection kind of way” it wasn’t an I love you in the sense of knowing someone so deeply and accepting every part of them, but an I love you for helping change me for the better and knowing me without really knowing me. It meant nothing and so much all at the same time.

“Not crazy at all, because I feel the same way” Bradley smiled and dropped down to kiss the girl again. Blake slowly pulled her hands from his back and to his own, guiding them to hold her chest as he continued to thrust into her. The minute his hands made contact and started to grope her tits she felt her stomach begin to tighten again. “I’m close B”

“Me too” he told her, the minute she made him fondle her he realized he couldn’t last much longer.

“Finish in me, I’m on birth control” Bradley didn’t need to be told twice as he picked up speed and suddenly she was pulsing around him, milking him for all he was worth, and he let go. Dropping down to suck on her tits as she pulsed against him and a stutter began to mess with the rhythm of his hips. He stayed buried inside of her as they came back from their highs, him noticing he had left quite a few bruises on her breasts.

“I don’t want to leave” he told her, relishing in the fact they were still one being at this moment,

“Me too” she told him, hands brushing through his hair again. He shook his head, looking into her eyes.

“You need too, your family needs you. I would do anything to have a family to go back too. I won’t be the reason you don’t” Blake felt tears come to her eyes as she thought of the poor boy beside her who had lost so much.

“I’ll be you’re family whenever you need Bradley, I’ll only be a phone call away” Bradley smiled at her kind offer but knew that she had led him to try and make amends with Maverick. Despite everything and all the tension he knew some family was better than none. He knew his parents would be happy to know they still had each other. Now if they both survived the mission, they could do their best to get to know each other again.

“I plan on using that phone call, especially after tonight” Blake chuckled at his way of saying he would need her for a booty call.

“That would be a long way to travel for just one night Bradley” she told him, cupping his face in her hands.

“For you it would be worth it, and you forget I know how to fly a plane”

Tag list: @emma8895eb @aemondssiut

Comment if you want to be added to the tag list :))

29 notes · View notes

aloneinthehellfire · 2 years

Text

Chapter 3: Photo-Op

Raining Hellfire Series | Season One

Word Count: 6,843 words.

Warnings: Swearing, flashbacks to past trauma, mentions of sex, bullying, dead bodies mentioned, mentions of blood, just a lot of angst if I'm honest

[A/N: I applaud anyone who is still interested in this story haha]

Photo-Op

Your nightmares that night were a blur.

Flashes of unwanted memories mixed with the image of the unknown figure you saw in the forest. It was enough for you to wake up to the sound of your racing heart. Your breathing as equally as erratic. Your cheek throbbed while you tried to steady yourself.

Well yesterday was… eventful, you thought as you lifted yourself out of bed.

You had three goals for today: find out the plan from the boys, apologise to Barb for last night, and for once in your life go to bed early. These sleepless nights from staying out too late were starting to be a problem.

After a quick shower and changing into a Metallica shirt you found the last time you went shopping, you left the empty house and walked over to the Wheelers’. Karen opened the door almost as soon as you knocked and let you inside, offering breakfast. You politely declined.

“Nancy’s in her room.” She stated. She didn’t sound too happy.

“Um, actually I promised Dustin and the boys that I’d help them with something.” For once, not a complete lie.

“Oh,” She was surprised, “I think they’re in the basement. Probably planning their next big game or something.”

“Thank you.” You smiled and she tried to smile back, her lips twitching upwards but her eyes still. You wanted to ask her what was wrong but she just continued to the kitchen and you were on a limited time frame to talk to the boys before school started.

Approaching the basement door, you began to hear the voices of Dustin, Lucas, and Mike.

“And besides, why do we even need weapons anyway?”

You swung open the door, taking your cue and earning a small scream from Lucas as he threw a Nutty Bar at you.

“Damn, I love Nutty Bars.” You said, catching it in your hand before joining them around the table.

“Right? Anyway, back to my question, why do we need weapons when we have her?” Dustin says, pointing to El who sat in a blanket fort in the corner of the basement. You smiled at her and she gave you a little wave.

“She shut one door!” Lucas declared.

“With her mind!” Dustin shot back, “Are you kidding me? That’s insane! Imagine all the other cool stuff she could do.”

“Like what?” You say, curious.

“Like…” Dustin proceeded to look around before presenting a model replica of the Millennium Falcon, “I bet… she could make this fly!”

You and Lucas stared at eachother, concerned expressions on your faces. Lucas was most likely concerned for Dustin’s mental health while you were concerned that this party would be pushing El a little too far.

“Hey. Hey.” Dustin was trying to get El’s attention, “Okay, concentrate. Okay?”

El just stared at him as he dropped the ship. It hit the ground with a loud clatter.

“Okay, one more time. Okay. Use your powers, okay?”

You stifled your laugh as the ship crashed into the floor yet again.

“Idiot.” Lucas muttered, shaking his head.

“She’s not a dog!” Mike grabbed the ship, placing it on the table.

You looked down at the table to see the contents spilled across it; snacks and some sort of make-shift spy equipment.

“Um, what is this for?” You looked at Dustin.

“Boys! Time for school!” Karen’s voice rang out from upstairs and Dustin gave you a quick shrug before running away.

“Hey!” He was already gone.

You turned to see Mike talking to El, asking her to stay put.

“Come on, you need to get to school before your mom comes down to get you.” You said, a hand on his shoulder just as Karen called for her son.

“Coming!” He yelled back, not moving.

“Hey, Y/n. Are you free after school?” He asks, looking up at you.

“Uh, sure.” You reply hesitantly.

“Okay. El,” His focus shifts back to the young girl, “You know those power lines?”

“Power lines?” She repeats.

“Yeah. The ones behind my house?”

“Yes.”

“Meet us there, after school.”

“After school?”

“Yeah, 3:15.”

She looks at him in confusion and you hand him your watch, already knowing that she probably didn’t know how to tell the time. He straps it onto her wrist and shows her how to use it.

“Three-one-five.” She finally agrees.

“Oh and Y/n, you-”

“Yeah, I’ll see you there too.” You nod and he rushes up the stairs and out of the basement.

You crouch down next to the girl and she smiles at you, reaching out to touch your hair.

“Okay, I’ll see you later El, at…” You try to remind her.

“Three-one-five.”

“That’s my girl.” You quickly hug her and follow Mike’s path up the stairs.

You didn’t see Barb outside the school in her usual waiting spot.

You figured Nancy had gotten here before you and they went inside together. You were already dreading whatever conversation was waiting for you inside. Covering your bruised cheek with your hair, you headed through the double doors and stepped into the noisy hallway.

As you passed people, you heard hushed whispers. Gossip was usual for this school and you figured you’d hear your name after yesterday’s fight.

“Did you hear about Nancy Wheeler?”

The whisper passed you just as quickly as it spoke. Nancy? Why was she suddenly the trending gossip?

You made your way to your locker and were shocked to see that there was no Barb patiently waiting there for you. Usually she would be eager to tell you little things, like animals she may have seen on her walk to school, or whatever she saw on the TV the previous night. You figured she’d have loads to say about last night’s disappointment.

Still, you continued to your locker, rummaging around to find the books you needed and filling up your backpack. Turning around, you noticed yet another defiled poster of Will.

“What is wrong with people?” You muttered. You shut your locker and walked over, taking the poster down and making a mental note to check if Jonathan had some to spare.

“Hey!”

You heard the familiar nervous laugh of your friend from behind you and turned to greet her. Even if she did act a little weird at the party, you weren’t going to be angry at her for spending time with her boyfriend.

“Is everything okay?” Steve’s slightly concerned voice rang out. Never mind, you might just stay put instead.

“Yeah! Yeah, totally.” Everything was clearly not alright.

“I just… I feel like everyone’s… staring at me.”

You definitely noticed it. That alongside the whispered rumours, something definitely happened that you didn’t know about.

“Oh, I didn��t… I didn’t tell anyone.” Steve said quickly.

Oh, you thought, realisation kicking in. Did they…?

“But what about, like, Tommy, and Carol and them?”

“You’re being paranoid.”

Fucking Carol and Tommy. Turns out you had a fourth goal of the day.

“I had a good time.” You heard Steve say and you knew exactly what had happened now.

Was that happening while Barb was sat outside all alone? You felt a little guilt for leaving her alone like that. It’s probably why she isn’t with you or Nancy right now.

The bell rang and you gripped the poster in your hand ready to throw away, heading to your first class.

“You… you really did it?” Your best friend whispered. She was sat in your room, hugging your pillow as you told her what happened.

“Yep.” You whispered back.

“Did you… like it?” She asks, waiting for your response.

The truth is, you wanted to wait. Until you were old enough to not regret it. Until you were with someone that you actually… loved. However, when you saw the concerned look on Lillian’s face, you rethought your original reply.

“It was magical.” You put on a fake smile as she nodded, getting back out the small manual to a game she was apparently playing with people at school, one you didn’t recognise.

You wanted to at least spare her the pain of the truth.

“Hey, Y/n.”

Nancy slipped into the seat behind you, leaning forward to whisper.

“What?” You turn your head slightly, trying to concentrate on the words in front of you. You didn’t want to fall behind in History again.

“Oh.” She said, slightly taken-aback at your attitude, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” You said a little softer that time. If anything, you most definitely weren’t fine. Freaky stuff was happening lately and you couldn’t find Barb.

“Where’s Barb?” She asked almost immediately as you followed her eyes to Barb’s empty desk.

“Shouldn’t you know? You were there last, I… had to leave early.” You lied. I just didn’t feel like spending anymore time with you, you thought, staring back at the pages in front of you. You hated History.

“I was… busy.” Nancy simply said, putting her head in her hand and flipping through her notes. She didn’t even want to tell you what happened.

“I know.” You muttered to yourself. You just hope Barb didn’t hate you both forever for leaving her last night.

Your teacher walked in a few seconds later, droning on about the World Wars and their impacts on the economy. You would gladly be anywhere else but here.

With a sigh, you turned your attention to the window, gently tapping your pencil onto your paper. It was a nice day outside, despite the cold weather. Leaves scattered the ground around the trees that lined the school. You found that their trunks provided surprisingly comfortable resting places for students to study. No one ever studied outside though, they either ran to the library or chose to ignore their exams.

Your pencil stopped tapping when your eyes came across a pleasant surprise. Eddie sat just beneath the tree on the far right side, drumming his hands on his knees as he jammed out to some music. Except, he wasn’t wearing headphones.

You smiled and before you really knew what you were doing, your hand shot up. Everyone else at this point was focused on some small History tasks, a lulled silence filling the room. Your teacher called you to the front, positioning his glasses back on his nose as you approached his desk.

“What can I do for you, Miss Y/n?” He asked with a monotone voice.

“I have cramps, Sir.” Complete lie.

“Oh, well, go ahead. Here’s the hall pass.” He said quickly and you walked out of the room, gripping your bag tightly. You tried your best to ignore Nancy’s confused stare.

You walked straight past the bathroom.

You walked completely past the Nurse’s office.

You even walked past the principal who didn’t even bother to give you a second glance.

You kept walking until you hit the back exit to the school that would lead you to the field, walking around until finding the familiar line of trees. You knew you wouldn’t be caught by your teacher. For one, you weren’t sure he even knew his classroom had windows and two, as long as you sat the other side of the tree, you were hidden from sight.

Approaching the tree in the far right corner, you walked around it’s base until heavily planting yourself just around the side from Eddie, immediately catching his attention and he jumped.

“Don’t let me stop you.” You laughed, stretching your legs.

“You’re really good at sneaking up on a person.” He laughed back, moving around until he was sat directly next to you.

“Why did I have to move to this side of the tree? Mine was much comfier.” He asked, slumping down with one of his legs bent.

“I skipped History.” You said simply, resting your head against the tree trunk.

“Ah. I suppose I’m in the presence of a… rebel?” He faked shock, clasping both his hands on either side of his face.

“A regular trouble-maker.” You nodded, looking out at the field before you.

“Well, I’m glad. Can’t argue with the company.” He smirked, glancing your way. When his eyes met yours it always made your heart flutter.

“So, what were you pretending to listen to?” You asked, raising your eyebrows.

“You saw that?”

“I think everyone in my class could see it.”

“I hope they enjoyed the show.” He chuckled.

“You play the drums?” You say, mimicking his earlier solo demonstration.

“Nope, more of a guitar guy.” He had a dreamy look in his eye.

“You’re so obsessed with your guitar. I can feel it.” You deduced, laughing as his shocked face met yours.

“If you were to see her, you would be too.”

“I’ll take your word for it.”

“No, I don’t think I accept that. You will definitely meet her someday and bow to her greatness.”

You smiled shyly at that. That had to mean something, right?

“What about you? Any instruments? You could join my band.”

“Uh no, not really, but you have a band?” You ask excitedly.

“Yeah!” He smiled, sitting upright. “We’re called, uh, Corroded Coffin.” He added quietly, scared of your response.

“That’s… so freaking cool.” You admitted, giving a bright smile at his band name.

“You think?” He grabbed part of his hair and hid his face, reminding you of your previous conversation. He always did that when he was a little shy about something.

“Definitely.” You assured, earning a wide smile from Eddie, his big brown eyes staring back at you.

“Wait, Metallica?” He said excitedly, spinning around the grass so he was sat directly in front of you and pointing at your shirt.

“Ah, yeah, I found it earlier this year when I was shopping with Nancy. She didn’t really like it but they just came out with their album ‘Kill Them All’ and I understand it’s not really her kind of music but once you start listening it’s so hard to stop.” You ramble, excited someone noticed your shirt. It was the first thing you’ve really bought for yourself that you loved.

“Favourite song?” He questioned, as if he were testing you.

“Phantom Lord.” You replied immediately.

“Good choice.” He nodded. “I didn’t think you listened to that kind of music.”

“I listen to basically every kind of music. Growing up in a house where everyone had different music tastes will do that to you, I guess.” You laughed. Your smile faltered at the mention of your family.

“So you get the best of everything. It’s a sweet deal.”

“Yeah, until I spend all my money on cassette tapes.” You laugh softly. They currently all sat in a box under your bed.

“Any you think I would like?” He asked. He was looking at you now, not even distracted by the sound of bell as students rushed around to get to lunch.

“Hm, I’ll think about it.” You smile, already knowing of the perfect ones.

You stood up, unaware that Eddie mirrored your movements. He picked up your bag and handed it to you and you both walked to the cafeteria, exchanging songs you loved from various albums.

You were both in your own little world at this moment, growing closer as you talked. Usually, you would avoid the cafeteria in hopes of truly avoiding people like Tommy or Carol but you didn’t care. Eddie led you to a free table, and you sat opposite eachother, still talking about music when laughter erupted in the cafeteria you both looked over to the table sat two rows in front of you, seeing familiar faces.

“Oh Steve!” Carol was moaning while Tommy proceeded to make clear gestures to their joke. Nancy was looking as if she was willing the ground to swallow her up with Steve sat beside her trying to shut them up.

You scanned the table you were sat at, seeing someone’s now deserted plate (they were far more intrigued with the display in front of them than their food) and grabbed an apple, launching it across the room so it hit Tommy in the centre of the back. The show came to an end as he turned, scanning the crowd for the culprit. At this point, you and Eddie had ducked down, avoiding his gaze.

When you both popped your heads back up, you looked at eachother for a moment before bursting into laughter.

“Nice aim.” Eddie laughed, looking over at Tommy now rubbing the sore spot on his back.

You went to reply when you caught Nancy smiling over at you and you nodded to her. You might still be a little pissed about last night but you were always going to have her back.

And then another set of eyes met yours from across the room. Steve.

He was now looking back and forth between you and Eddie, eyebrows furrowed and you saluted him. He shook his head and tuned back into what Nancy was saying. What was that about?

“Are you free later?” Eddie broke the silence, discarding the crust of his sandwich onto someone else’s tray.

“Yeah! I mean, no. I’m not. I have plans today.”

“Oh.” He said, his face dropping slightly.

“But I’m free tomorrow.” You quickly add and you saw the corners of his mouth twitch upward.

“Well, did you want to... hang out?” He seemed reserved now, like he didn’t want to say anything wrong.

“Definitely.” You grinned as you looked through the double doors of the space, seeing Jonathan scan the room before walking past.

“Uh, I’ll see you tomorrow then? I have some stuff I need to sort out.”

“See you tomorrow.” He smiles and at that same moment, one of his friends run up behind him, causing a riot of laughter and you silently left, following Jonathan.

You were ready to enter the photography red room when the door swung open, almost hitting you in the face but missing ever so slightly.

“Y/n!” Jonathan said, carrying freshly printed photos messily in his hands.

“Here, let me help.” You reach toward them but he snatched the photos away quickly.

“What- wait. Are those the photos from last night?” You ask, stepping closer.

He just nods and tries to walk away but you’re quick to stop him.

“Not so fast, what are the photos? Show me.”

“What? No, it’s-”

“Jonathan.” You said with such authority that he stops and reluctantly hands you the photos.

You begin to shuffle through them, seeing images of you cleaning up, some of Tommy and Carol glaring at eachother. There was a sweet photo of you and Barb laughing together and another of Barb sat by the pool. The photo of Barb caused you to stop for a moment before moving to the next and your breath hitched.

Nancy in the window, topless with only her bra.

“Why did you print this?” You whispered harshly, waving it at him.

“I don’t know!” He panicked, pacing back and forth, “I- I seriously don’t know what came over me!”

“Okay, look. I get that, but this isn’t right. You didn’t have her permission, you know, you could get in serious trouble for this!”

“I know.” He quietened, looking at the photo.

“Are there more?”

“On a separate film but it’s in my car.” He admitted. At least he wasn’t arguing with you on this.

“Okay, take me to your car and we’ll sort this out.” You’d burn the film if you had to.

“This way.” He started heading to the exit.

“Wait. Put these in your bag! Let’s try not to be caught walking around with half-naked photos of people, huh? Actually, throw that one out, rip it up, I don’t care. We’ll just take care of the other ones.” You whisper as you both shoved the photos into his bag and made your way out. You didn’t notice when he slowed slightly out of your view and slipped the provocative photo back into his bag.

It was wrong to take photos without permission. Sure, a candid photo can be nice. But that’s if someone is sat on a bench reading, not if someone is taking their clothes off in private.

You thought you saw Jonathan’s car before noticing four people sat on it, your brain telling you that it mustn’t be his. You scanned the other cars but you knew the first was his. You’ve ridden in it many times, there was no denying that it was definitely his. It was just a shame that it was being blocked by so much hair.

“Harrington.” You breathed, exchanging a look with Jonathan before walking over. This wasn’t going to be fun.

“Hey, man.” Steve said, jumping off the back of his car. He was completely focused on Jonathan that he didn’t even notice you were there.

“What’s going on?” Jonathan asked warily.

“Nicole here was, uh, telling us about your work.” Steve said and your face fell. Shit.

“We’ve heard great things.” Carol smirked, folding her arms.

“Yeah, sounds cool.” Tommy added, an arm around his girlfriend.

“And we’d just love to take a look. You know, as… connoisseurs of art.” Steve straightened up, eyeing his bag. You kept quiet, hoping to find the right time to intervene.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jonathan sighed, attempting to reach his car door when Tommy swiftly snatched the bag off his arm.

You had currently made your way to the passenger side at this point, slowly placing your bag on the ground in front of it. You didn’t need your books weighing you down if things turned out like they did yesterday.

“Please just give me my bag.” You heard Jonathan say. They were going to find the photos.

“Man, he is totally trembling. He really must have something to hide.” Steve had the bag now and was turning around, still too fixated on his mission to notice you stood there.

“Ah… here we go.” He pulled out the photos, turning back to Jonathan.

“Let me see.” Tommy chuckled, taking some photos from him as they all crowded around to look. In all honesty, you didn’t know what you were meant to do.

“I was looking for my brother.” Jonathan tried, like he had said to you that night. You believed him.

“No. No, this is called stalking.” Steve glared at Jonathan. You knew where this was going.

“What’s going on?” Nancy joined them, oblivious to what was happening.

“Here’s the starring lady.” Tommy laughed.

“This creep was spying on us last night.” Carol said, disgusted.

“He was probably gonna save this one for later.” She handed Nancy the photo and you shook your head. You told him to throw it out.

“See,” Steve clicked his tongue, “you can tell he knows it was wrong, but… man, that’s the thing about perverts. It’s hardwired into ‘em. You know, they just can’t help themselves.”

Steve ripped up the photo in his hand and Tommy started laughing and you were so close to giving him a matching bruise on the other side of his jaw.

“So… we’ll just have to take away his toy.” Steve walks back over to the bag.

“No, please, not the camera.” You heard Jonathan panic and you reached over to grab the bag before Steve could.

“Y/n?” Steve’s eyes widened, “Don’t tell me you’re actually letting this creep get away with it?”

“Look, I get it. It was not okay for him to do it. That’s why we’re getting rid of all the photos, okay?" You hugged the bag tightly to your chest. Jonathan’s camera was pretty much all he had left at the moment. With his brother missing and his mum spiralling, it was his last comfort. "Trust me.”

“Give me the camera, Y/n.” Steve was deadly serious, looking at the bag and avoiding your gaze.

“Steve, just listen.”

“Give. It. To. Me.” He had made his way around the car and was directly in front of you know, his height only adding to his intimidation. It wasn’t going to work with you.

“No.”

“No?” You heard Carol laugh from behind you and before you could react, you felt a sharp pain in your head.

Carol had grabbed a handful of hair and pulled. Hard. You dropped the bag on instinct and Steve simply picked it up, letting Carol hold onto your hair. You couldn’t move from the position you were in unless you wanted part of your scalp ripped out.

“It’s okay.” Steve said to Tommy who was currently taunting Jonathan.

“Let Y/n go, she was trying to help.” Jonathan pleaded, looking over at you. You caught Nancy’s eye and were shocked just to see her stood there, not even trying to help you.

“Here you go, man.” Steve held the camera out to Jonathan before letting it drop to the ground. The smash of the camera made you flinch. Jonathan just stared at the ground.

“Come on, let’s go. The game’s about to start.” Steve and Tommy walked away from the scene, Carol taking her cue to let go of your hair before she shoved you away from her, laughing.

The photos were now scattered on the ground in pieces. I guess that took care of that problem, you thought.

“Y/n, are you okay?” Jonathan asked, seeing that you were clutching the back of your head.

“I’ll survive.” You made your way to the camera and silently helped him pick up the pieces.

You could understand Steve’s reaction. He was upset for a good reason. But the way he was acting was… strange to you. Mean. Sure, he was a bit of an ass sometimes but you saw a new side to him today.

“Hey! Nance!” Steve called out from a distance.

You then saw that she was crouched beside you, gathering some pieces of a photo she spotted. When she looked at you, you assumed she would apologise for what they did, or at least ask if you were alright. But instead, she took the pieces and ran to Steve.

“I guess that friendship’s over.” You muttered.

The wind picked up and the photo remains were thrown everywhere, taken away by the natural force. You sighed and grabbed the smaller pieces of Jonathan’s camera, handing them to him.

“You didn’t have to do that. Stick up for me?” Jonathan’s head was low, both of you still crouched opposite eachother.

“Well, they didn’t have to do that.” You pointed to the camera, shrugging.

“Y/n is quite the hero type.”

You looked up to the voice and saw Eddie smiling at you, noticing the patch of your hair that was most likely in a tangle behind your head.

“What happened?” He questioned, looking at Jonathan who did everything to keep himself busy.

“Harrington happened.” You say, standing up while attempting to straighten your hair.

“Ugh. I hate that guy.”

“You do?” Jonathan asked surprised, looking at the boy who currently had his hands stuffed into his jacket pockets, a metal chain on his jeans jangling as he moved.

“Yeah. All that hair? Nothing but ego and asshole-ry.” He laughed.

“Agreed. I’m gonna head home, thanks Y/n. Do you need a ride?” Jonathan looks at you as he stands and you notice Eddie shift uncomfortably.

“Yeah, actually, can you drop me of just outside the route to the power lines? I’d go straight to the Wheelers but I figure Nancy’s heading there with Steve…” Your voice trailed off as he nodded. Jonathan says a small goodbye to Eddie, you had no idea if they’d ever met, and started up the car.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Eddie.” You smile at him, giving a small wave.

“Yeah.” He raised his shoulders and walked back to his group that were all patiently waiting by a van, not really meeting your eyes. That was weird.

You glanced down at your wrist and realised you had given your watch to El earlier that day.

“Hey, do you have the time?” You asked Jonathan as you got into his car.

“Uh, yeah, it’s 3:20.”

“Damn. Any chance you can get me there quick?” You look at him with pleading eyes.

“I’m not even going to ask.” He simply said, reversing the car out of the spot.

“Good choice.”

You had managed to sneak around the back of your house without anyone spotting you as you grabbed your bike and made your way through the trees, heading to the power lines. You hoped that they had at least waited for you before disappearing.

When you approached, however, you only saw one of the kids stood there. Pedalling closer, you saw El stood petrified by a cat that lay on the other side of the fence. You could hear it’s evil little hisses as you dumped your bike on the ground and jogged over.

“Shoo! Get out of here!” You stomped your foot and the cat ran. Looking over at the girl, she took a deep breath and met your eyes.

“Three-one-five.” She showed you your watch that looked much bigger than it was on her slim wrist.

“I know, I’m sorry, I had to deal with something.” You said, crouching down to meet her at eye-level.

“Deal with something?”

“One of my friends was being hurt.” You said and her eyes widened.

“He’s fine!” You added quickly, smiling.

“El!” You heard Mike yell as he and the other two boys pedalled closer.

“Y/n!” Dustin grinned and you walked over. You both executed a quick secret handshake that was created ages ago when Nancy and Mike left you alone. It was now a necessity to do whenever you greeted eachother.

“So, what are we doing?” You ask, glancing at each of them before walking over to your fallen bike.

“Just follow us.” Mike said, giving no help at all, and he turned to El, “Hop on. We only have a few hours.”

With no point in asking any more questions, you all biked your way through the forest, making sure to follow behind them so you could keep an eye on each of the kids.

'Danger, danger.' Mike’s words replayed in your head. You just hoped that danger wasn’t where you were headed today.

After a while, the forest came to a steeper incline and you all decided it better to walk, not wanting to completely destroy your legs. You walked with Lucas and Dustin while El and Mike paired together just ahead of you. It was kind of sweet how close they were. Gross. But sweet.

“So… why were you late to meeting us, huh?” Dustin asked, putting on a fake frown.

“Me? I got there before you nerds.” You pointed a finger at him and he surrendered.

“We were…”

“Dealing with something!” Lucas nodded at Dustin who followed his lead.

“Yeah? Well me too.” You said and you walked in silence for a bit.

“What was your thing?” Dustin smirked. You’ve known him two years now and you still didn’t know if he just liked conversation or was incredibly nosy.

“Why do you want to know?”

“Because.” Well, you couldn’t argue with that logic.

“Harrington and his goons were harassing Jonathan.” You said simply, hearing groans from the boys beside you at the mention of Hairy's name.

“Why?” Lucas asked, “Jonathan’s always just been quiet, right?” He was remembering the times he spent at the Byers’ house.

“That’s not important. What’s important is that he’s okay and Harrington sucks.”

“Here, here!” Dustin said, shaking his head.

You all caught up to the other two and were directly behind them, in full earshot of their ongoing conversation.

“I was tripped by this mouth breather, Troy, okay?” You heard Mike say with a sigh.

“Mouth breather?” El questioned, not familiar with the term.

“Yeah, you know, a dumb person. A knucklehead.” Mike said, not explaining very well.

“Knucklehead?” She was very confused now.

“Someone who is mean. And not very smart.” You tried to explain as simply as you could, earning a knowing nod as she finally realised what Mike was talking about.

It was sad that the boys had to deal with their bullies day after day, it made sense that Mike didn’t want to tell El. He probably felt embarrassed. You’ve had your fair share of bullies. But after a while, you found ways to ignore them. Then again, you weren’t doing so well at that anymore. You were involving yourself in more fights than you could handle.

“I understand.” El smiled at him. It was adorable. But it didn’t stop you, Lucas, and Dustin mime retching at eachother.

“Anyway, what are we doing out here?” You ask again, hoping someone will actually answer you this time.

“Mike thinks that El is some sort of compass for finding Will.” Lucas rolled his eyes. At least he still came.

“Because she recognised his photo?” You look at Mike who nodded.

“With any luck, we find Will, rescue him, maybe beat up a few bad guys along the way, and return home heroes!” Dustin said triumphantly.

“See what I have to deal with?” Lucas said to you, shaking his head in disbelief.

This wasn’t exactly what you planned for a Thursday night but then again you couldn’t really complain; you never had plans.

You all walked for what seemed forever and soon the sun began to fade, plunging your quest into darkness. At least they weren’t out here alone.

“You have got to be kidding me.” Lucas muttered under his breath as you all slowed to a stop.

“Here.” El said, turning to Mike directly.

“Yeah, this is where Will lives.” Mike said, a little confused.

“Hiding.” El tried again, her voice a little quieter.

“No, no, this is where he lives. He’s missing from here. Understand?” You could sense Mike’s patience slowly fading.

“What are we doing here?” Lucas asked. His patience was already gone.

“She said he’s hiding here.” You say, looking at the house in front of you. Considering that El had no idea where Will lived, this was weird.

“Um… no!” Lucas said, looking at you as if you were mad.

“I swear,” Dustin spoke up, “if we walked all the way out here for nothing-”

“That’s exactly what we did.” Lucas threw his hands up in exasperation. You were still looking to the house, trying to figure it out. “I told you she didn’t know what the hell she was talking about!”

“Why did you bring us here.” Mike’s voice was stern.

“I-” El stammered.

“Mike, don’t waste your time with her.”

“What do you want to do then?”

“Call the cops, like we should have done yesterday.”

You took a few steps toward the Byers’ when you saw strange lights flickering in the house in an assortment of colours. What was going on?

“We are not calling the cops!”

“Hey guys?”

Your head spun around at Dustin’s call for attention, noticing why there was worry in his voice.

“What other choice do we have?” Lucas was shouting at Mike now, trying to make him see sense.

“Guys!” You and Dustin raised your voices at the same time and soon you were all looking to the road, multiple sirens racing past.

“Will…”

The sirens were blasting so loudly, so out of tune with eachother that it made your head spin. You wished it was just because of the alcohol.

An officer was attempting to get you to talk, but you just stayed there, kneeling in front of the pool. Blood was on your hands now, some smeared onto your dress.

Your eyes fixated on the body floating in the water.

You had all rushed to your bikes, following the sirens. Your heart was racing, unsure of it’s speed. Yes, you were pedalling fast. But the fear was overwhelming.

The wind was whipping at your skin as you all rode in terrified silence. The cops had found something. Judging by the amount of cars and ambulances, it was definitely not good.

The final destination was the quarry. A pit of mud and water that you would see some days when walking past the cliff that overlooked it. In the day, it was nothing. At night, it was the most eerie thing you have ever seen. You had never been nearer to the water edge.

You all kept your distance from the Sheriff’s Department as you all looked out onto the scene, breathless.

Please, god, no.

You prayed silently. Your hands were shaking.

I should get the kids out of here, you thought. But you were too late. They had found something in the water.

The kids ran to hide behind the fire engine before you could stop them. Rather than going with them, you were frozen to your place. You didn’t need a closer look. The small body that now appeared on the shore clearly belonged to Will. Fuck.

“What is wrong with you?!” You heard the painful shouts of anger coming out of Mike’s mouth. You winced. His voice had somehow merged with the voices of your parents.

WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU Y/N?!

It wasn’t until Mike pedalled past you that you snapped into action. The boy was already too far for you to deal with so, instead, you ran over to Dustin and the others.

As soon as El saw you, she cried. Dustin and Lucas were on the verge of tears. You wordlessly took them all in your arms with no objections, holding them until their tears stopped.

“Come on, let’s get you out of here.”

You all rode back in silence, El’s grip tight around your waist. You really wished you had stopped them from seeing that.

Since you lived next to Mike, you took them all to your house. Their parents already assumed they were over his for a sleepover so you didn’t need to call anyone. Mike needed time to cool off, you knew that. Aggression was something you could deal with.

Dustin and Lucas thanked you for the pillows and blankets as they set themselves up in the living room. Your uncle had left you a note saying he wouldn’t be back until the next day anyway.

You set El up in your bed, letting her borrow some clothes that were too big for her, and tucked her in. When she fell asleep, you set yourself up on the floor. You knew you weren’t sleeping tonight. How could you sleep after all that?

Will was confirmed dead. That small, sweet boy was gone and there was nothing you could do.

After a few restless attempts at finding the right position, you gave up, quietly making your way to the kitchen to get yourself a drink of water. When you shuffled onto the tiled floor, your foot kicked something to the side. Another beer can.

You sighed, picking up the littered object and opening the back door to the trash-cans. With each step down from the small porch, your heart ached just a little more. You’ve experienced so much death. Death of people who never deserved it. One more, and you thought you might go crazy. But you needed to be strong. For the boys and El. You made a promise to stay with them and you weren’t looking to break it anytime soon.

“Rest in peace, Will.” You say softly to the sky. Acceptance was always key in these situations. It was something you had to alone.

At least, you thought you were alone.

A low growl echoed from the darkness of the path between the houses, the goosebumps prickling on your skin in response. Without a second thought, you took a step closer. Maybe it was just a cat. One step, then another. The growling continued.

A third step, and it all went silent. Your breath formed a cloud in front of you. Everything in your body was telling you to move. Run.

You sprinted back to the porch, rushing inside and slamming the door shut. Behind it, you heard the trash-cans clang to the ground. But that isn’t what scared you.

As you crouched down with your back against the door, you could almost feel the long nails against the wood, clawing away. You could see the glow of the flickering porch lamp cast onto your kitchen floor, beaming through the curtain’s fabric. All you could hear now was your heartbeat, growing louder with each bone-chilling scratch to the door. Whatever it was, it wanted in.

And then, it didn’t.

Everything stopped. You reluctantly stood up, using your shaking hand to peer through the curtain of the back door window. As your eyes adjusted to the night outside, you saw… nothing.

Not wanting to chance fate, you locked the door. Walking as quickly as you could, you checked and locked up the entire house. Dustin and Lucas were sound asleep. With a sigh of relief, you made your way back to El.

Opening the door, you saw the girl now sat up in your bed, her arms wrapped around her legs as she stared at you. Words finally escaped her lips, a wave of terror flashing through your body.

“They’re coming.”

Chapter 4: Maybe We're Not So Crazy ->

taglist: @gnnnne / @beepisbeep / @paintballkid711

comment below if you wanna be added to my taglist!

#x reader #stranger things reader insert #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things x reader #eddie munson x y/n #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #fruity four #dustin henderson #eddie munson #lucas sinclair #mike wheeler #eleven #el hopper #eleven stranger things #fanfic #fanfic series #stranger things

235 notes · View notes