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You Were The First

Ominis Gaunt x f!Reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Summary: Ominis Gaunt has never known affection. He has never known how it felt to love---to be loved. She came and changed all of it.

Or, Ominis gets love because by god does he deserve it.

Warnings: Mentions/Implications of child abuse

God, I loved writing this. Thank you so much for the request, anon!

When Ominis Gaunt fell in love, he fell slowly. 

It was all the little things she did—the little things that made up who she was. Her kindness. Her patience. Her touch. 

Before meeting her, touch meant nothing but pain. It was kicking and screaming as his mother dragged him along by his arm, harsh shoves from uncaring hands toppling to the ground, a cruel hand curled over his own, taking any control he might have and forcing a curse out of him. 

He’d been avoiding it ever since. Even Sebastian and Anne knew his aversion, careful not to grab him or brush against him. 

But somehow, she made his walls come tumbling down. 

-

Perhaps he started to fall that first time she saved him a seat at breakfast. 

It was one of the first breakfasts of their sixth year—the Great Hall was bustling, students running back and forth to catch up with friends and share adventures from over the summer. That was exactly what Sebastian was doing; he could hear his friend’s loud laugh as he spoke to someone at the Hufflepuff table. He’d expected her to be doing the same, her popularity as the Hero of Hogwarts was unmatched. Surely everyone would want to know what she’d been up to. 

He’d just settled on the idea of grabbing an apple off the table and leaning against the wall well out of harm’s way when a voice called out to him. Her voice. 

“Ominis! Ominis, right here, I’ve saved a seat for you!” 

His mouth fell open—just slightly. “You… you saved a seat…?” 

“Yes, now get over here before Sebastian barrels past and steals it, I wouldn’t put it past him,” she said, smile obvious in her voice. 

And so he obliged. 

He settled down on the bench, all thoughts of retreating to some far corner vanishing as she began to rattle on about her summer. In turn, he answered all her questions about his own time, best he could with the way his head was spinning. Of everyone in the school, she had saved a spot for him. She allowed him to take all her time, steal away every morsel of her attention. There was a lightness that came with that thought. A warm feeling he couldn’t quite name—not yet. 

But now that he’d felt it, he knew he’d starve for it. 

-

The next step into his descent was the first time she placed her hand on his arm. 

Herbology was always a bit chaotic—not nearly as much as Potions, no thanks to a certain Gryffindor—but chaotic nonetheless. Professor Garlick had laid out all the necessary tools and supplies on each table, and after her brief explanation on how to prune and shape the plants in front of them, she set them loose. 

Sebastian stood to Ominis’s right, grabbing some small cutters and starting on his plant quickly. 

“Sebastian, you’re making a mess of it already. She said to start from the top and go down, didn’t you hear a word she just said?” a voice said from his left. 

Ominis chuckled. “Since when has Sebastian ever been one to listen to anything?” He reached forward, grabbing his own cutters. He heard his friend grumble under his breath. “Don’t pout, you know I’m right.”

“Doesn’t mean I’m not offended by it,” Sebastian said. 

“You’re offended by everything, Seb,” she said. 

“What is this? Attack Sebastian Sallow Day?” 

“No, but I’d be an avid celebrator if there was such a thing.” 

As Sebastian continued mumbling complaints, he felt it—her hand, just barely resting on his arm. “Sorry,” she said softly, leaning forward and across the table. “I’m just grabbing the fertilizer.” And then her touch was gone. 

It was nothing. Just a simple indication that she was there, making sure a blind man didn’t accidentally stab her with a sharp object. And yet it felt… different, somehow. His skin was tingling as he tried to resume his work with the plant. It was only later he realized that, unlike so many times others had made a similar motion, he hadn’t flinched or pulled away. 

In spite of himself, he sort of wished she would do it again. 

-

He came to a realization the first time she explained a Quidditch match to him. 

The realization was thus—she was even more kind than anyone he’d ever met. It was her very first match, and she had been elated to attend after Professor Black had announced the continuation of the sport at the beginning of the year. Normally, Ominis wouldn’t care too much about it. He rarely went to matches in previous years, only being dragged along by Sebastian when Slytherin was up in the running to take the cup. Crowds weren’t his thing. And trying to understand anything that was going on based solely off the oohing and ahhing of a crowd gave him a headache. But this year, Sebastian was making his debut as Slytherin’s Keeper, and that paired with her excitement to see the match was enough to draw him out to the stands. 

They sat next to each other, nestled into the crowd of Slytherins eagerly anticipating the game. He could only imagine how high up they were—there had been plenty of stairs to indicate it was nothing insignificant. The breeze that high up was cooler, and Ominis was grateful for it, allowing himself to focus on it instead of the people pressing in all around him. 

But when the match started, his focus shifted entirely to the soft voice next to him. 

In the past, he had always found the commentary on the match entirely unhelpful, and even more uninteresting. He could never get a picture of what was going on—the announcer would always press opinions on players and use the names of the different plays, which was ridiculous because Ominis had no clue what any of the plays meant. 

She, on the other hand, explained it all wonderfully. 

She wasn’t perfect—not even close, stumbling over words and gasping at times when an action surprised her. But for the first time, Ominis could follow. He found himself cheering, breath catching as he heard the whoosh of a broom overhead. The tone and expression in her voice was so lively, so dedicated, he wanted to take part in it. 

“Weasley’s flying fast toward the goals,” she commented. “Blimey, he should be Seeker with that speed. Imelda’s flown into his path, he’s going to crash—No, he dodged her, straight over her head—he’s throwing the Quaffle, come on Seb—YES!” 

He let out a cry of celebration as his friend beside him whooped and hollered, cheering loudly for Sebastian. It wasn’t long until they won the match, and the crowd of Slytherins roared like a raging sea. He followed her out of the stands and into the common room, where a party was already commencing. Sebastian managed to break away from his adoring fans. The Hero of Hogwarts leapt up and nearly pushed him over in a wild embrace. Sebastian laughed. 

“You were wonderful out there!” she said, pulling away. 

Ominis could hear the grin in his friend’s voice. “I couldn’t let your first match be a disappointment, now could I?” His feet shifted, turning to Ominis. “And really, Ominis, thank you for coming. I know Quidditch isn’t your favorite.”

“If I’m honest, I rather enjoyed myself,” he said. He nodded his head toward her beside him. “This one has a knack for explaining the game. She told me enough that I can sincerely say, well played.” 

“Then seems like you’ll have to go to all of the matches together,” Sebastian said. 

Ominis frowned. “Well, I wouldn’t want to impose on—”

“No, I like that idea,” she said. His heart beat a bit faster. “I want you to be able to enjoy it just as much as the rest of us, Ominis.” 

He couldn’t stop smiling the rest of the night. When Sebastian asked about it, he blamed it on having too much Butterbeer.

-

When he let her lead him by his arm that very first time, he knew he trusted her. 

He’d known for a while—but now, through his actions, he had admitted it to her. To himself. 

Winter had set in. The two of them left the Three Broomsticks, bundled up and ready for the cold. He reached for his wand, pausing when he heard her speak up beside him. 

“Your hand is going to freeze holding it out like that all the way to the castle. I can lead you, if you’d like.” 

He pondered it for a moment—only a moment—and then he gave in. 

“If you think it’ll keep me from getting frostbite.” 

He sucked in a breath as her arm looped around his. How had she done it so gently? After a second, when he’d begun to breathe properly, he nodded. “Off we go, then.” 

It was strange, how he had surrendered so easily. When he had first gotten his wand, the world finally felt livable. He no longer had to shuffle around, arms outstretched, waiting for his brothers to jump out at him. He could fend for himself. Prove his independence. There was no longer a need to rely on anyone. 

Why did he rely so effortlessly on her? 

The truth came to him with a sudden thought as she took him through the streets, navigating expertly through the throng of students returning to the castle. He trusted her. She had always looked out for him. Cared when he felt no one else did. She made efforts to be around him, to involve him, even when he tried to push away. Ominis Gaunt did not trust easily. But she had proved herself worthy of that sentiment in every turn. 

The slight tug of her arm in his jolted him back to that moment. “We’re at the stairs,” she said quietly. “There’s six of them.” 

He’d trust her with his life. 

They seemed to walk closer and closer together as the castle drew nearer. It was the cold, he told himself. Just the instinctual craving for warmth drawing their sides together. Simple as that. 

But they still walked arm in arm through the halls of Hogwarts, leaving the excuse of the chill and snow far behind them. 

-

The first time she held his hand, he finally felt alive. 

Their sixth years had come to a close and the Hogwarts Express was waiting to take them home. They’d spend the last few months in what he considered bliss. They stopped looking for excuses to take each other's arms at some point—just letting it happen. Strolls on the castle ground. Between classes. Anywhere and everywhere they went together. Sebastian teased them a bit at the action, but Ominis claimed it was just easier than using his wand. He didn’t have to concentrate on a spell while walking about. It was true—but really, it hadn’t been inconvenient the five years before that, had it?

But now his dear friend gave a low sigh beside him. “This crowd is awful,” she said, glowering at the students around them. “I don’t know how we’re going to make it on the train in time.” 

“I’m sure we’ll be—” 

He stopped mid sentence, feeling her fingers interlock with his. 

“I think I see a path, come on now.” 

She nearly tipped him over as she pulled him along. He managed to remember how to walk just in time to catch himself, allowing her to lead him through the hustle and bustle around them. How did this feel so entirely different than being led by her arm? How could he only focus on how soft the skin of her knuckles felt under his thumb? How could he feel like he was dreaming, but never felt more aware in the same moment?

They stopped in front of the train, doors open before them. She didn’t let go. Neither did he. But the train let out a whistle, and the sound brought him back in an instant. Their hands dropped, and the loss of the intimate feeling of her fingers between his knocked the air out him like the perfect Depulso. 

“We made it,” she said softly. 

“Barely.” 

She laughed. He might as well have been a fish for how much he was struggling to breathe. “I’ll see you soon,” she said, voice softening. 

“I wish I could say the same,” he said, smirking. He felt her hit his arm, stifling a laugh.

“You’re awful.”

“You’re the one who laughed.” 

“Goodbye, Ominis,” she said, still chuckling. After a moment, she spoke again, a little quieter. “I’ll write you.”

His stomach flipped. “I’ll hold you to it.”

Then she was gone, taking part of him with her.

-

He knew he was in love the moment he got her first letter. 

What was it some fool had once said? Absence makes the heart grow fonder? What a load of dung. 

Absence made the heart ache so much it nearly killed him. And it had only been a day. 

He knew it was from her the moment the lingering scent of her perfume hit him. He smiled. She kept her word—he had never doubted she would. He was just relieved she had done so so soon. 

Quickly, he pulled out his wand and transfigured the words on the parchment, running his fingers over them. He paused where she had written his name. Every letter filled him with warmth as he poured over the short letter. 

Dear Ominis,

I realize we only saw each other yesterday, but I wanted to assure you it wasn’t an empty promise when I said I would write you. 

I really don’t have too much to share—my mother was more than pleased to see me, of course. Wailed when I came home as if I’d come back from the dead. She’s still not used to me being away for so long. I’ve just begun unpacking, and honestly, it just makes me wish I was back at Hogwarts with you and Sebastian. 

How are you? I do hope you’re alright. I worry about you going home, you know. I can’t help it. I’ll be inviting both you and Sebastian to my home as soon as I’m settled in—please do survive until then. 

Yours,

He closed his eyes as he felt her name beneath his fingertips. She was worried about him. She’d be inviting him. The warmth and elation he felt was so unlike the cold halls that surrounded him. He could survive—he’d do it for her. 

How she could make him feel happiness—hope—in a house so tainted with pain was beyond him. He never would he have thought he could have a moment of something good there, a memory worth keeping after he abandoned the place. 

Finally, he had a name for that warmth, the one that overtook him every time she crossed his thoughts. Love. Deep, profound, and lasting. It was more than he could have imagined, overwhelming and pure. How could he have lived to this point without it? 

He read the letter once more before pulling out his quill and beginning to write. 

-

The first time he thought she might feel the same coincided with the first time she laid her head on his shoulder. 

She had kept yet another of her promises. It was only a couple of weeks before he was off to her house, finally free from the suffocating marble halls of the manor. His escape lasted only for ten days, but it gave him what he needed to keep going. 

Though being with her was definitely what fueled him the most. 

Laughing with her and Sebastian made the stress of being around his parents melt off of him much faster than he would have imagined. Their ten days had been full of exploring the woods around her house, of playing Gobstones, of laying in fields and telling old stories. 

Ten days of her hand brushing his as they sat together. Ten days of catching his breath when she spoke. Ten days of falling harder than he ever thought possible.

Because now that he knew what it was he was feeling, it was there in everything she did. He was drowning in it, and he’d stay under with a smile on his face. 

Sebastian bid them farewell on that final evening. Ominis would be gone back home in the morning—he tried desperately to push that thought away, focusing instead on spending every moment with her he could. They’d wandered to the overgrown park not far from her home, coming to rest on a bench hidden away in the trees. Crickets sang around them, and Ominis basked in the cool summer night by her side. 

“Are you going to be ok when you go back?” Her voice was hardly more than a whisper. 

He gave a small smile, one he hoped was reassuring. “I’ve lived this long. Two more months will be nothing.”

She sighed. “It won’t be a full two months. I’ll make sure of it. If you can’t come here again, we’ll go to Sebastian’s.”

“You worry about me too much.” 

“I think I worry just enough,” she stated simply. 

Her words made his chest time. How could he ever begin to explain what they meant to him? She cared for him. It was enough to shatter him if he let it. He couldn’t say what he wanted to—not yet. He’d find a way, someday. But he told her what he could by reaching for her hand, locking their fingers together. And when she leaned into his side, head coming to rest on his shoulder, maybe, maybe, that was her way of saying she understood. 

His stiff body slowly relaxed against hers, and he thought about nothing but the slow draws of her breath, the way her hair tickled against his jaw, the love he felt for the angel of the girl sitting pressed against him. 

-

The first time she held him he fell apart. 

Their little trio had stayed up late in celebration of their last school year, playing Exploding Snap well into the night. The Undercroft echoed their joyous sounds as the hours passed by, until Sebastian pulled himself away, saying he wanted to pay a visit to the Restricted Section for old time’s sake. It wasn’t long until she and Ominis were saying their goodnights to each other. 

It had been a perfect last first day, exactly what he’d needed after spending so much time at the manor. He’d left for what he was determined to be the last time. There was no better way to celebrate. 

He could think of no better way of ending it than saying goodnight to the girl he loved. 

“Goodnight,” he said softly, a small smile on his lips. 

“God, I missed you,” she breathed. “Goodnight, Ominis.” 

But before he could open the door, her arms wrapped around his chest. 

The result was immediate. His heart raced, and his throat grew tight. He couldn’t breath—how could he, with her holding him so tightly? Her head was against his chest, and for a split second he was afraid she might pull away when she heard the pound of it. It was that moment of fear that brought his arms around her, holding her to him like he had nothing left. 

It felt like dying when she pulled away from him. She sucked in a breath. “Ominis, are you alright?”

“What… what do you—”

“You’re crying.”

She was right. He felt the tears, now, traitorously running down his face. He quickly brought up the sleeve of his robe to wipe them away. 

“Is it something I did? I’m so sorry, I didn’t—”

“No,” he said quickly. “No, you’ve done nothing wrong.” He took a shuddering breath. “I just… You’re the first person who’s ever…” 

Ever what? There were a million ways he could finish that sentence, and all would be true. The first who had ever held me. The first who has ever cared so deeply. The first to touch him with nothing but kindness. She was the first person to break down his walls, to give him life, to let him love and be loved. 

Somehow, she seemed to understand his silence. She took him into her arms once more, and he let himself come crashing down. Sobs worked their way through—both sadness and joy mingled together in an utter mess of emotion. How could he have gone his whole life without this? Without feeling safe, without outstretched arms to run to? But he had found it. A person he could call his home, who would hold him when he fell apart. He was grateful. So grateful. 

They never went back up to their dorms that night.

-

He was determined today would be the first time he kissed her. 

Since that night in the Undercroft, every touch between them felt natural. Part of their beings. He came to her effortlessly, letting his arms pull her to him. His hand felt foreign when it wasn’t in hers. But yet, he had yet to confess the depths of his feelings for her. 

He knew exactly why—she was patient. They’d started this whole thing nearly two years ago now. She’d always gone at his pace, waiting for him to be ready for each new step. They didn’t need to say the words. It was obvious to both of them. But Merlin, he wanted to. 

She needed to know just how much she meant to him. The joy she brought into his life without even trying. It had been a long time coming, but now, he was ready.

He’d taken her out to Hogsmeade. It was the perfect spring day—cool breeze carrying the scent of Butterbeer clear out of the Three Broomsticks. The sun was just beginning to set, and they were on course to return to the castle when he stopped her. 

“Could I take you somewhere?” he said softly. 

“Of course,” she said, a little perplexed. He smiled, taking out his wand to guide the both of them, other hand still in hers. He led them down a path, then turned sharply into the woods. The trail he followed was light barely there, mostly grown over by foliage. But he heard the sound of the creek and knew he was close. 

The trees gave way into a small opening, the melody of water trickling just beyond it. He smiled. 

“It’s lovely,” she said. 

“Good. I hoped it would be.” His wand returned to his pocket, and he took both her hands, facing her. 

It was her turn for her breath to catch. It was only fair after all the times he’d done so because of her. Did he look as lovesick as he felt? 

“You are everything to me, do you know that?” he said softly. His hand reached up, following the curve of her neck up to her jaw, where it came to rest. “Everything.”

“Ominis…” 

The way she breathed his name sent shivers through him. And her breath on his lips—Merlin, how had he waited so long?

“I love you.” 

He didn’t give her a chance to respond—he’d let her say it soon enough. But he needed to prove himself to her, show her just what he meant when he said everything. His lips came crashing down against hers, and at that moment he decided every second not spent kissing her was a second wasted. Like everything about her, she was gentle. She was warm. She was soft. Like everything about her, he couldn’t get enough. He thought he’d give her a chaste kiss, but he was only a man, and a starving one at that. 

He only pulled away when his lungs felt like they would burst, and his chest heaved under her resting hand. 

“I love you,” she said, voice hoarse. “God, I love you.” 

He decided that night would be the second time he kissed her, too. 

After that he lost count.

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[lingeriae]

SCREAM 4 ME!

warnings - stalker-ish behaviour from my man connie, possessive and toxic connie, sexual content including: oral (r recieving) spit, pussy slaps and fingering, gore and blood mentioned, cursing, knives reader is black and female!

connie couldn't decide what pissed him off more. the fact that this bitch-made ass white boy was feeling up on you or the fact that you were allowing him to feel up on you.

his tongue poked his inner cheek as he watched the scene infront of him, you on one of the desk in the classroom with eren between your spreaded legs, a hand on your thigh and the other on your waist as he opened his shit pit to say something to you which caused you to turn away your head. it's like he started seeing red, and no it wasn't pink eye.

the sudden urge to walk in the classroom and stab eren in his throat haunted connie's mind as he continued to watch the scene, his jaw clenched shut and his hands turning into fist at the sides allowing the veins that traced his arms to become prominent. his hand reached for the door handle, intending to create the scene he had in mind with bashing eren's head in, until a familiar voice called out his name. turning his head connie comes face to face with armin who wore a concerned look on his face,

"you good, bro?" the blond asked, tilting his head at the male as he looked him up and down, stopping at his tightly clenched fist.

it's as if his whole demeanor changed in a second, face going blank while he shoved his hands in his pocket. armin's eyebrows rose to his forehead as connie nodded his head before walking away, while watching his back armin thought about how unusual his normally out-going friend was being but shaked his head thinking it was simply an overreaction.

the door for the classroom door opened, eren walked out before you did, pushing pass armin with an odd look on his face.

armin's eyebrows rose further, wondering what the fuck was up with everyone today and why you two were in that classroom to begin with. "what's wrong with him?" he asked as you wrapped your hands around yourself, looking down at your black and white converse.

you shrug in response to his question leaving armin left in the dark yet again, it was like he wasn't even your bestfriend anymore, like you didn't even trust him anymore.

but he gets it, with what's been going on in the past few weeks he wouldn't trust anyone either, but he was still your friend—or was he?

armin couldn't keep track anymore.

with a huff, armin adjusts the books he held in his hand, looking away from you and down the hall where connie stormed off to. "well, whatever you two were doing in there, connie saw and he looks pretty pissed." at this you look up, your eyes wide and your plump lips parted, the expression only confusing armin even more.

"w-what? do you know where he went?" you stammer, looking around as if you could catch sight of the brown eyed male. the blonde infront of yoou doesn't give you a verbal responce, simply raising his hand and pointing in the direction he saw connie disappear in. you mumble a quiet 'thanks' before running off in the direction he pointed it, desperate to find the boy.

breathing heavily you rest your body against a wall after having ran all over the school in search of connie and being unsucessful in your search. your phone suddenly vibrates in your pocket and you take it out, seeing a text from an unknown number.

can't wait to make u scream.

your eyebrows draw together at the text just as a ping comes in, the number sends another text but this time it's a picture. a picture of you leaning against a wall, the exact wall you were leaning on now.

slipping your phone in your back pocket you look around expression twisting in one of fear, "this isn't funny." you say outloud to no one in particular, pushing off the wall and walking away quickly.

you could feel the hair on your arms standing up, as well as your hands shaking as you placed them in the pocket of your hoodie, heart racing rapidly when you started hearing heavy footsteps behind you not daring to turn around.

the footsteps behind you sped up, and as they did so did your breathing and the beat of your heart, your throat went dry as you grew terrified of who—or what was behind you. you turned your head at the side a little to finally get a glimpse of who was behind you only to see exactly what you hoped not to.

a cloaked figure, with a blade and a mask.

you started running, taking in little gasps for air every now and then, tears building up at your lashline and your feet begining to burn in your high-top converses.

'why me?' was all you could think as the figure started running after you, close on your heel. you had never troubled anyone and kept to yourself for most of your highschool years, so you didn't understand why this mysterious serial killer was coming after you of all persons.

sure the killer killed a few of your friends, but they were all assholes who had beef with everybody, and you weren't like them. you had conflict with no one—-being the most liked girl in school.

so why you?

a squeak fell from your lips as you bumped into a large figure, almost falling on your ass before a sturdy arm came out grasp your waist. you look up to your savior only to come face to face with eren, his face morphing into one of concern as his teal eyes flickered up and down your face. pink lips parted for a split second before closing again when you grasp his shirt and pull him into a nearby closet.

eren looked down at you with furrowed brows, parting his lips to speak again but being cut off by your fingers pressed against his lips, listening for the sound of the heavy footsteps. his hands that found their way to your waist, jade eyes boring into you as you looked at the door expectingly. with a sigh you remove your finger from eren's lips, nibbling on your own as you looked up at him.

he raises and eyebrow, "what's up?" although he's confused, the tone of his voice is soft and comforting and it causes you to lean your head against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. his arms come to wrap around you tenderly, offering you the comfort you need and signaling you to rest your body against his. the look on his face is one of concern as he kisses your head top and rubs your back.

"t-they were chasing me eren." you whisper. too afraid to talk any louder in case 'they' might hear you.

"who?" your about to answer his question when the door of the janitor closet is flung open, the cloaked figure from before standing at the door, knife glinting dangerously as he raises it with a tilted head.

"me."

a 'slash' is sounded through the air when the killer brings the knife down, plunging it into eren's shoulder. screaming you push the figure, feeling the hard muscles underneath his coat flex beneath your finger tips as he's caught off guard and stumbles outside of the closet. it gives you enough time to close the door again, a broken cry leaves your lips as the killer begins to bang on the door furiously before a knife appears right above your arm, slicing it a bit.

you keep a firm grip on the door handle as the killer continues to bang on the door and pierce it with his knife that was painted with erens blood, tears run down your face as you watch him groaning against the wall, blood coating each of his pretty fingers. eren makes eye-contact with you before walking over to you with his hand still pressed against the wound, a hiss leaving his lips as he places his hand over yours to help keep the door in place.

"eren no y-your hurt." you whisper with a shake of your head, but make no move to push him away from the door as the banging intensifies, you only watch as his brown hair frames his pretty face as he tilts his head and gives you a pained smile. "m'okay, promise princess."

you start praying.

praying that someone will hear the loud bangings and notice the physcopath that stands outside of the door with his bloody knife and murderous intentions. your palms began to get sore and your legs feel wobbly from the fear that runs through your vains, the cut on your arm suddenly makes itself known as it begans to pulse with an unbearable pain. you wonder how eren feels if your scratch hurts so bad, you wonder if you'll make it out alive.

a shrill ring echos throughout the walls of the closet, and the banging pauses. you look at eren and he looks at you, both of you waiting with baited breaths for something to happen, your heart beating through your ears.

the sound of multiple footsteps and talking in the halls causes you to lean your body against the door with a shaky sigh, your hands shaking as you moved to open the door wincing at the feeling of sore palms against the metal.

it takes five seconds for people to notice you and eren, sly remarks on the tip of their tongues until someone pointed out the obvious.

"they're fucking bleeding! someone get help!"

an arm wraps around your middle and your hands come into contact with a sturdy chest, eyes meeting with one of a familiar honey colour.

his freckled face had twisted up with a look of 'concern'. pretty pink plump lips downturned into a frown, and his forehead frowned as his thick eyebrows drew together, "what the fuck happened?" connie asks, the question sounding so aggressive but his touch was gentle and soft as he rubbed circles in your waist and held your injured arm.

you couldn't even tell he was lying, taking that glint in his eye for worry. how could you be so fucking naive?

you don't respond, only wrapping your arms around his neck and burrying your face in his shoulder, letting all your tears flow not caring that you were getting his white t-shirt wet.

connie's hands find their way to your back, rubbing it soothingly. his lips twitching at your attention, eyes dragging up to meet eren who looked at him with a blank look. he only tilted his head, looking the brunette up and down once before pulling away from you, his warm and large hands cupping your face, eyes glittering with warmth—drawing you in deep.

"c'mon, lets get you patched up, mama."

your fingers traced figures on connies chest as you rested your head against his torso, giggling when he grunted cause you traced your finger over his nipple. eyes never leaving his pretty face, taking note of ever single detail on it. how it slightly glowed under the light of the tv, how his lashes almost otuched his cheek, how his pretty pink lips were jutted out in a frown-like manner, how his botton nose scrunched up when one of the characters on the tc said some dumb shit—silver stud shining with the tv light.

he can feel your gaze burning the side of his face, when he looks down he see's your pretty eyes gazing up at him as you do that shit with your pretty plump lips slightly parted,nibbling on your lower lips, that same expression you make when you want something from him.

"you watchin me or the movie?" he sasses, pinching your side.

you smile prettily, looking at the tv to see the killer chasing the pretty girl with a machete in his hand, and looking back at connie fluttering your lashes at him. "that shit makes my screen crawl, rather watch you and get my pussy wet."

a sound that sounds dangerously close to a whimper falls from connie lips, his eyes getting glossy and low as he stares at you with his lips parted, wetting them with his tongue while he looked away staring at the tv. he bit his lips as he looked back at you, cheeks heating up and his underwear suddenly feeling tight.

"you can keep talking your shit, im not fucking you with your crippled ass arm." he says, giggling at the offended expression you now wore. you push up off of him, folding your arms across your chest and staring a head of you instead of at him. "so I get one little injury and im crippled? ian even wanna fuck you anyways nigga-"

an arm is wrapped around your throught before you can even finish your sentence, it's warm and it causes you to push your thighs together as you suddenly feel your panties getting slightly damp. connie's expression not helping your situation at all, pink lips quirked up into a smirk and honeyed eyes were glossed over and dark with lust.

it made your body warm and tingly, heat making it's way to your face when he pulls you on top of him, his lips brushing against yours but not quite touching them while his nose rubbed against yours, allowing you to feel the piercing that sat on top of it.

"whatchu say?" he whispers, eyes holding a mischevious look as he looked at you, hands squeezing your ass. "nothin." you mumble, growing bashful from all the attention he was giving you. connie smiled smugly, rubing his nose against yours. "mmm, that's what I thought you said."

you couldn't even get to respond as his plushy lips were mashed against yours, lips smacking together as you both made out messily, almost devouring each other.

the taste of his lips was addicting, and you couldn't get enough, sucking his tongue and listening to the sweet whimpers he lets out at the mere action.

connie's hands find there place on your hips as you begin to roll yourself against his hips, feeling the tip of his dick beneath his sweatpants bump against your clit with each grind of your hips. your hands grazed his nape as you continued to move against him, smiling at the groan he let out.

"(★)," he pauses as your pussy runs over his cock once more, grunting at the feeling. "s-shit, mama stop doing that."

his voice is deep and whiny, it holds a tone of desperation but restraint. the muscle in his jaw ticks as he holds you waist in place, slouching against the couch and taking deep breaths before giving you a stern look.

"im not about to fuck you when your injured," you know he means it from the look he gives you, and it makes your pretty lips tip down in a frown, pushing off of him to sit down on the couch not laying on his chest anymore.

you can feel his eyes burn holes in the side of your face as you keep your eyes on the tv, suddenly intrested in the man using a chainsaw to slice through the girl while she was still alive.

"okay."

it goes quiet after that, connie only continues to stare at you, guilt pooling at his stomach as he continued to stare at you. licking his lips, he sighs and slouches more in the couch, running a hand down his face before looking back at you.

connie knows all you really want is his comfort, especially after what happened—but he's still upset that you made eren touch on his body like that. he knows all you want is a distraction from everything, but he has to punish you a little.

but maybe he can punish you and pleasure you at the same time.

a boy-ish smile makes it way to connie's face show-casing his pretty dimples, the look is almost innocent, but his eyes clear up the whole 'innocent' act, showing clear signs that man was about to fucking devour you.

the tap that's delievered to your thigh causes you to look up, a shudder goes down your spine as your eyes meet connie's glossed over ones, full to the brim with lust like you would be in a few minutes.

"what?" you say it so meekly, it makes connie's grin widen.

in a quick motion, your back is pressed against the couch, mout falling open to let out a gasp whilst connie holds unto your legs, spreading them open.

"connie--" your words are cut off by him pressing a kiss to your pussy, face heating up as it flutters from the simple action, "lay down and lemme eat your pussy." he mumbles, mouth still pressed against your clothed cunt, a hand pressing against your stomach as you attempted to sit up.

"b-but you said," he drags your sweatpants down in one big swoop, throwing the sweatpants over hs shoulder in a wuick motion, tongue swipping at the corner of his lips, hazel brown eyes glaring at the wet spot in your panties with an almost anger look on his face. "know what the fuck I said, don't lemme have to tell you to lay your ass down again mami." your arousal almost floods your panties hazardly, your brownskin suddenly feeling hot as you looked away from him to watch the tv as a distraction only for the screen to go turn black.

a hand is wrapped around your throat again, turning you to face connie, his nose against your cheek as he kisses you, pulling away for a second allowing you to feel the tiny huffs of air he lets out. "ion want you watching anything, or anyone else but me." he whispers squeezing your neck a little before pressing his lips against yours.

your overwhelmed by him, feeling him touch you all over your body. squeezing, fondling, kissing. it was getting to you, your pussy specifically, and you couldn't help but want him to live under your skin.

he quickly takes off your panties, smirking giddly as he places them in the pocket of his sweatpants. your plush and wet pussy now on display for him, hole fluttering every now and then around nothing but air.

"shit ma, you so wet..." he sucks in a breath as he brushes a finger over your clit, your body jerked in reaction.

he gives you one last kiss on your pussy, finally leaning down and placing a his lips on your warmth.

wet muscle is felt moving up and down on your pussy before connie's mouth encloses on your clit, gently taking the bud into his mouth and sucks on it.

"pussy taste so fucking good," he mumbles, mouth still on your pussy, the deep vibration of his voice sending chills throughout your whole body. your hands grip his head as he continues to make-out with your pussy, eyes almost crossing from how good he was making you feel. "mm, connie."

"yeah, that's right say my fucking name mama, gonna have you screaming for me in a minute."

too fucked out and lost in the pleasure, you don't even take heed to his words, only focused on the feeling of his mouth working against your pussy like magic, gripping his head harder, the spiky hair of his buzzcut not bothering you one bit.

your back arches off the couch with a gasp as connie unexpectedly pushes a finger in you, his mouth still on your pussy as his slender fingers curl inside of your spongey walls causing you toes to curl in ecstasy. connie only smirked as you begin grinding unto his face, fingers thrusting in and out of you, finding the perfect rhythm to drive you over the edge. "feels so good con," your voice is breathy and high as you whisper out the words, holding unto connie as if your life depend on it.

"yeah?" he asked, licking his lips, hooded hazel eyes connecting with yours from between your parted legs, fingers never stopping once. "you gonna cum for me?"

"uh huh." a hiccup left you, tempting connie to smile once more as he increased the speed of his fingers, his plump pink lips attaching themselves back to your cunt.

he swirls his tongue around your clit while his fingers pump in and out of you, watching with awe at the creamy clear liquid that encases his fingers.

as he continued you could feel the knot in your stomach quickly tightening, about to snap at any given time,your back arched off of the seat of the couch, thighs shaking as your vision became blurry with tears.

"gonna cum, connie m' gonna c-cum slow down!" you whine, trying to push a away his head. you freeze at the look he gives you, having no time to think about it as your orgasm washes ov4er you like a heavy wave.

connie doesn't stop as you cum, slurping you up as if you were his last meal. he only stops when he witnesses the trembling of your thighs, sitting up and giving you a kiss on your cheek before leaving the room.

"where you goin?" you mumble with a hoarse voice, lifting up your body to watch the muscles of his back move as he walks, he stops and looks at you over his shoulder.

"gon get you some water." you mumble a soft okay in responce before leaning back in against the cushion behind you, hissing as you felt something hard poke you in your back.

"this fool don't ever know how to clean up right." you mumble as you lift the pillow,

the item beneath it causes you to pause your movements, your plump lips parting in shock as confusion and fear ran through your veins.

a ghostface masked laid beneath the pillow, a speck of blood on the cheek that almost stared at you mockingly. you place a hand over your mouth as you felt tears make it's way to your lashline, your body backing up off of the couch and causing you to fall.

"ma?" the sound of connie's voice causes you to freeze, and you hurridely get up off of the floor and move away from him. his eyebrows furrowed as he looked you up and down, "wha-"

"you’re r ghostface." a shudder goes throughout your body at the blank look he gives you, his head turning to look at the mask on the couch befor elooking back up at you with a sigh. he places the water he carried on the table, you watch his every move carefully, making sure he doesn't get too close to you.

"ma, c'mere." he says, putting his hands in his pockets, his honey coloured eyes staring at you with an unreadable expression on his face.

"no."

his jaw tightens at your responce, head tilting as he runs his tongue over his teeth.

"m' not gonna ask again." it was almost like a threat, and it only scared you more.

your heart almost felt like it was about to fail as you stared at connie for a few seconds before running towards the door.

dumb fucking move.

a hand suddenly yanks you back, making your back rest against connie's sturdy chest.you draw in a brreath as a knife is suddenly placed at your throat, slowly tilting your head up so you could meet connie's eyes.

they glinted dangerously, somehow holding you captive. "don't fucking run from me, you crazy baby?" his words caused your breath to hitch, your legs shaking with fear as you looked up at him.

"don't try that shit again, you hear me?" you nod your head slowly causing connie to let out a hiss, shaking his head. "words mama, know you know them."

"I head you con." you say, tears filling your eyes.

connie licked his lips, showing off his dimples as he smiled at your obedience.

"good girl, and if you try that shit again, ima make you scream."

#connie x reader #x black reader #aot x black reader #attack on titan #aot #aot x reader #aot connie #connie x black reader #connie springer #connie smut #connie x black y/n #anime x black!reader #black yn #black reader #black y/n #attack on titan x black reader #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan smut #connie springer x black reader #aot x you #writtenbyjae🧘🏾‍♀ #aot🌟

[baptismbaby]

✩ LIKE A DOG WITH A BIRD AT YOUR DOOR PT. 2

toxic!ellie x toxic! reader warnings: EVEN MORE ANGST. spontaneous smut but it's depressing honestly. super short because it's just a follow up. no one is happy song to listen to: waiting room by phoebe bridgers creds to elliesgalaxy on pinterest for ellie pic wc: 2.8k<3 part one

It’s been a week since you’ve broken up with Ellie. The first couple of days, she was calling and texting you but you ignored them. Dina sent a few to let you know she was there for you. You were slowly rotting away in bed, only getting up to use the bathroom. You haven’t showered since the day after. You were gonna go to your class but decided against it and haven’t shown up to any of them. You emailed your professor to let him know you “caught a bug” and if he could send you what he went over and the homework for it. You were finally caught up which meant you could sleep again. You had put Ellie’s t-shirt over a bear and would cuddle with it all day and night. 

You found yourself picking up your phone to see if Ellie texted you. You kept reading what she sent you: “I fucked up. Please talk to me. I just want to see your sweet face again. Please give me a chance to fix this.”

You felt stupid. You wanted to forgive her so bad, it was eating at you. You hated being away from her and you knew you’d love her no matter what. No one else could make you happy like she made you but you didn’t want to worry about her cheating again. You would go crazy.

As you read the texts over and over again, something told you to get out of bed and get yourself cleaned up. Take a walk, get fresh air, finally eat something so you don’t feel so sick all the time. You raised up and sat at the edge of your bed, fighting with yourself over what you should do. You counted down from five and stood up, your heavy feet carrying you to the bathroom. You discarded your clothes and turned the water on to cold. You stepped in, cursing under your breath and warming it up slightly. You started to feel slightly better as you shampooed your hair. You washed the grit off your body and stepped out, too lazy to use conditioner. You took out your hair dryer and stepped in front of the mirror, a sigh escaping your lips. You still looked dirty. You had dark circles and your eyes were red from crying. Your face even looked swollen. You have never looked this bad in your life. You were going insane without Ellie.

You shoved on some sweatpants, a hoodie and converse and made your way to the door. You stepped out and looked around, the hallway eerily quiet. Almost everyone was either in a class or out doing something with friends. You started to walk with no idea where you were going. The closest exit was to the left of you and yet you continued onto the opposite side. You slowed to a stop, your stomach aching as you turned to face a door. Ellie’s door.

“What the fuck am I doing?” you mumbled. You shrugged it off as muscle memory. You never went this way unless you were going to Ellie’s dorm. You sighed loudly, trying to internally convince yourself to leave. But your body refused to move. You felt stiff. You heard something fall in her room, making you jump. You were about to leave when the door opened. Ellie stood there, her mouth open and her eyes puffy. 

“It is you,” she whispered, her voice deep from exhaustion. 

You were frozen. You had no idea what to say. You didn’t even plan on seeing her and yet you couldn’t force yourself to go. She looked as awful as you did.

“Come in,” she said, stepping aside. Without hesitating, you walked inside and stood there. The clothes she took from your room looked as if Ellie threw them on the floor. Ellie walked past you and sat down on her bed, staring into space. You inched forward, slowly sitting down next to her but keeping a safe distance. It felt weird being in the same room as Ellie.

“So,” Ellie breathed. “How’ve you been?”

“Not good,” you uttered.

“Me neither.”

You started to bounce your knee. You were anxious, afraid to speak in case you broke down or started yelling at her. You definitely couldn’t handle an argument right now.

“I didn’t mean to come here,” you admitted.

“That’s fine.”

“I was going to take a walk outside.”

“That sounds nice.”

You glanced up at Ellie and made eye contact. You could tell she was mentally beating herself up. She looked so tired, hurt, guilty. 

“I took a shower today.”

Ellie tried to smile but it looked more like a grimace. “That’s good. I need one. It’s been two days.”

“I went a week without one.”

“Oh. You never skip a shower.”

“No, I don’t.”

This was too awkward. You needed to say something to break the ice. You felt since you were already here, you should talk to her about everything that happened.

“You haven’t spoken to Lila, right?”

Ellie shook her head. “Absolutely not. Dina got her kicked out.”

Before you could ask how, you suddenly remembered. Jesse was one of the resident assistants. You couldn’t wait to call Dina and thank her. You were scared you’d run into Lila somehow.

“I blocked her on everything and deleted her number. I even told her off,” she continued.

“Okay.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, I know.”

You inhaled deeply and shifted, trying not to let any tears fall when a question popped into your head that you were unsure if you wanted the answer to.

“Can you tell me why?” you asked.

Ellie sighed and leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. “I’m not sure if I know. It was a mistake.”

“But you do know, Ellie. I’m not stupid. I know you like the back of my hand. You can be irrational sometimes but you never do anything unless you’ve thought it through. Be honest because there’s not gonna be another chance of us talking about this.”

“Why can’t you accept that this was one of those irrational moments then?”

“Because that’s not enough!” you shouted. You groaned and rubbed your temples, trying hard to calm down. But it wasn’t working. Before you knew it, the tears started to fall and they wouldn’t stop.

“I-I need to understand why,” you sobbed. “I don’t understand and I want to. You’re all I-I’ve ever known and I don’t want to start over with someone else. I can’t, Ellie! There will never be someone else, it’ll always be you! It’s always been you. But I don’t know how to forgive you so I can move past this. I-I can’t unless you tell me, Ellie.”

“I-I think it’s because… you’re all I’ve ever known too. And I was jealous of my friends who got to experiment. I didn’t plan on acting on it when Lila made a move on me but I kept thinking it was my chance. And I hated it. I regret it so much.”

Her answer felt like a punch to your gut. You were hoping she’d say something different instead of what you thought it would be. You haven’t been taking care of yourself as punishment. You blamed yourself. Did she get bored?

“I-I did everything I could to show my love to you, Ellie. Why? Was it not enough?”

Ellie stood up and began to pace around the room, hiding her face behind her hands as her shoulders shook. She uncovered her mouth to speak. “You’ve always been enough for me.”

“But I wasn’t giving you what you wanted?”

“Please,” she begged. She kneeled down in front of you but you avoided her gaze. “You gave me everything and more. I was stupid. I-I told you, why can’t we move past this?”

“I can’t stop thinking about how you looked at her in that video she sent me. You looked so… I don’t know. Not in love but happy. I think that’s worse than the act itself. You weren’t sorry until you were caught. I think it would’ve lasted a lot longer had I not walked in on you two.”

“Believe me when I say I was going to tell you. I meant everything I said last time.”

She reached out to grab your face but you pushed her hands away, Ellie fighting back hard to get a grip on your head to force you to look at her.

“Listen to me,” she pleaded. “I love you. I will give you my password to my phone. I will text you every minute of the day to update you. I will do anything to prove I’m not doing anything and that I will never do anything again!”

You wept harder, your tears falling down and landing in your lap. “I-I want to believe you so badly.”

“Try. Just try.”

She leaned forward and kissed you. You reciprocated and wrapped your arms around her, pulling her in to deepen the kiss. You had no idea what you were doing yet you couldn’t stop. You missed the taste of her lips so much. 

Ellie pushed you back gently and crawled on top of you.

“Ellie,” you whimpered. “I’m so mad at you.”

“I know, baby.”

She pressed her lips gently along your jawline. She tugged the neckline of your sweater down to kiss all over your chest. You lifted it up over your head and threw it down on the floor. Ellie did the same to herself and pressed her body against yours. You held her close as she licked your collarbone all the way up to your ear. “I missed you.”

You couldn’t get the tears to stop flowing as her hands pushed your sweatpants down. You wanted this so bad but it was killing you. You knew you wouldn’t be able to leave if you went through with this. Ellie took her boxers off and dropped them onto the ground. She hovered over you, her eyes dancing along every inch of your face.

“You’re so beautiful,” Ellie said in a low voice. She kissed you again, more passionately than before. You shoved her down on the bed next to you and threw your leg over her waist, holsting yourself up so you were now on top of her. You lifted her thigh over yours and pressed your pussy to hers. Ellie moaned, her eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. The two of you grinded against each other, filling the room with obscene noises. The image of Ellie kissing Lila flashed before your eyes, making you whine as you cried harder. You couldn’t help but to think just how sad the whole situation was. It was strange having sex with Ellie. The two of you always had a connection yet you felt closer to her than you did before. Neither of you could stop crying. Somehow it made everything more intimate.

Ellie lifted you up and flipped you over onto the bed. She stared deeply into your eyes, her chest red and rising up quickly with every breath she took. She stuck two fingers inside of you and watched your body react to the feeling.

“Pretty girl,” Ellie cooed softly. 

As she fucked you gently with her fingers, you reached up and dug your nails into her skin. You dragged them down along her arms, deep enough for it to draw a little blood. It was a way of getting her back for what she did to you. Ellie didn’t mind it though. She threw her head back and moaned when you did it again. 

Ellie slid a third finger in and curled them upwards, hitting your g-spot. You couldn’t take it anymore. You needed more.

“Ellie,” you whispered. “I-I need something else.”

Ellie pulled her fingers out and quickly got off the bed to get the box that was slid underneath it. She opened it and pulled out a dildo and a harness, putting it together as fast as she could and sliding into it. She got back on top of you and caressed your cheek.

“I love you so much,” she said softly.

“I love you, Ellie.”

She wrapped her arms around you before thrusting into you. Your mouth fell open, letting out a gasp. You gripped onto Ellie’s shoulders as her hips rolled, her pace slow and steady.

“I wish you could see how beautiful you are right now,” Ellie mumbled.

“Sh, Ellie. I-I just want to feel you right now.”

Ellie knew why you didn’t want her to speak but felt hurt by your choice of words anyway. Even while doing this, you still didn’t believe her.

“You’re my girl,” Ellie continued. “You’ll always be my girl.”

Ellie shut her eyes and pulled out of you, lying down next to you and placing a hand on your waist. You stayed silent as a tear rolled down Ellie’s cheek. She tugged the harness down her legs and threw it back into the box, muttering something about how she’d clean it later before laying back down. She brushed your hair out of your face and gave you a sad smile. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I know… it was a bit much. It was a lot for me too. Maybe I shouldn’t have started anything.”

“Don’t,” said Ellie. “I don’t regret it at all. It was nice.”

You adjusted on the bed so that you were facing Ellie on your side. The light from the window made it seem like she was glowing. Her green eyes looked brighter than usual. 

“Can you tell me what I can do to fix this?” 

“I don’t know if there’s anything that can be done to fix it right now,” you responded.

Ellie sighed. “Is there anything I can do for you right now, then?”

“Hold me.”

You raised up and rested your head on Ellie’s shoulder, her cheek pressed against your hair and her fingers drawing circles on your arm. The warmth of her body nearly lulled you to sleep but you tried to stay awake. You would never leave if you woke up in her arms.

“This is over, isn’t it?” inquired Ellie.

“Yeah…”

The both of you started bawling at the same time, holding each other closer to comfort one another. Although it killed you, this was the closure you needed to be able to work on yourself and get over it. 

“I think I need time to figure things out. We both do. And once we’ve had some time apart, maybe we could try being together again. But not anytime soon.”

“I’d like that a lot,” Ellie muttered with a sniffle.

“Good.”

The both of you laid there, soaking each other up for the last time before you had to go. You wanted to say something but felt everything that needed to be said was said already. 

“I wish you didn’t have to go,” said Ellie, breaking the silence.

“I know. Me too.”

“Maybe you don’t have to.”

“I have to, Els.”

Ellie held you tighter, burying her face in the crook of your neck. She inhaled deeply to take in your scent.

“I think I should leave now,” you said. You pulled away from her, getting choked up from the loss of touch. You wanted to lay back down again, take everything back and try again now but knew that time apart is what the both of you needed. Ellie needed time to reflect as did you. You knew it would be difficult but it would be worth it in the end.

Ellie helped you get dressed and got dressed herself. The two of you stood there awkwardly, just waiting for the other to speak. You held your arms out in hopes she would hug you. She smiled and scooped you up, holding you tightly against her chest. 

“I love you, baby.”

“I love you too, Els. I’ll see you around.”

Ellie set you down and grabbed your hand. She led you to the door and opened it for you. You slowly slipped out of her grip, turning back to get another look before going back to your dorm. Ellie leaned against the frame, her eyes glistening as she tried hard not to break down. You made it to the door and looked back to see Ellie was peeking out of hers to watch you go inside. You smiled and chuckled softly.

“I made it safely,” you called out.

“I know. Just had to make sure.”

This was something the two of you have been doing since y’all started college. Usually once you got inside, Ellie would text you something stupid. You wondered if she would as you turned the knob and shut the door behind you. Before you could start to process everything that happened, your phone beeped. You began to cry and laugh as you read the text Ellie sent.

Making sure you didn’t fall on your way to the bed

I stumbled a little but made it just fine

Good. I love you. See you whenever.

I love you too.

#ellie williams #ellie williams x you #tlou2 #ellie williams smut #ellie williams tlou2 #ellie williams x reader #ellie x fem reader #the last of us #the last of us part two #angst #ellie williams angst #ellie williams x reader angst #ellie x reader #ellie tlou #ellie the last of us #tlou part 2

[stevie-petey]

episode seven: the mind flayer

Steve, who is leaning next to Dustin and you, snaps his finger. “Like the Germans?” “Uh… The Nazis?” Your brother looks at you, silently urging you to shut the teen up, and you pinch your nose again and sigh. “Oh, buddy.” You loop your arm through his and pat Steve’s shoulder. “Let’s just listen, okay?”

Summary: jonathan is back and has a lot of questions and you have even more for him, the gang gets back together and ties will to a chair, you tell the kid a story to distract him from his demons, steve is a confused mess but at least youre with him, and someone makes a surprise appearance (her name rhymes with shell).

Rating: general, cursing

Warnings: use of y/n, fem!reader, talk of death and grief, violence and blood

Words: 12.1k

Before you swing in: long time no see ! lots has happened, and this chapter was a pain for so many reasons, but shes here and i love her and i so sincerely hope yall enjoy :)

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Stumbling blindly through dark woods while holding your bloodied ribcage has never been your favorite activity. Neither is following after a bunch of Demodogs to probably once again sacrifice your life to save others, yet here you are.

Steve has a gentle hand resting on the small of your back as he helps you navigate the woods. Dustin is to your left, scanning for anything that could possibly trip you as the three of you walk in a line. Lucas and Max follow, both of whom watch you with weary eyes.

Sure, you probably don’t look too good, but honestly. You’ve been objectively worse.

“You’re positive that was Dart?” Lucas asks, breaking the silence.

“Yes,” Dustin sighs next to you, kicking at a twig in your way. “He had the same exact yellow pattern on his butt.”

“Why do you have his butt memorized?” You mumble under your breath, which Steve chuckles at.

Max shakes her head. “But he was tiny two days ago.”

“Well, he’s molted three times already.” Dustin kicks at another twig, this time with more anger behind it. He’s on edge, and you know he’s worried that somehow Lucas will figure out that he kept Dart all this time.

You’d help the kid, but he dug his own grave.

“Malted?” Steve asks, looking over to you to see if you’re hearing what he’s hearing.

“No, buddy.” You shake your head at him, slightly endeared by the confusion on his face.

“Molted,” your brother clarifies. “Shed his skin to make room for growth, like hornworms.”

“I don’t think Steve knows what hornworms are, Dustin.”

The boy sighs, knowing you’re right, and continues to walk.

Max, however, won’t let the topic go. “When’s he gonna molt again?”

“It's gotta be soon.” Dustin responds, now looking around tiredly. He doesn’t have to tell you, but you saw how quickly Dart grew overnight; he’s grown at an alarming rate. “When he does he’ll be fully grown, or close to it.”

“And so will his friends,” you say grimly.

It’s quiet for a moment after that, your words unnerving the group. Everyone but Max had to deal with a fully grown Demogorgon last year, and none of you have forgotten how terrifying it had been. You all still have scars from it, both metaphorically and physically.

After a minute or so, Steve tries to lighten up the situation. “Well, at least there isn’t another cat for them to eat–”

“Steve–” But you’re too late, Lucas has already picked up on what the teen is saying.

The boy shoves past you and whips around to face Dustin, angrier than you’ve ever seen him. “Wait, a cat? Dart ate a cat?”

“No, what? No!” Your brother is a terrible liar.

“What are you talking about? He ate Mews–” Your elbow digs into Steve’s side, causing him to hunch over and wheeze. “Shit.”

You force Steve’s head up so that he looks at you while you forcefully whisper, “Stop. Talking.”

“Mews? Who’s Mews?”

You turn to Max. “It’s nothing–”

“It’s their cat,” Steve wheezes out, still not at all understanding the situation.

“Steve!” You and Dustin screech at the same time. God, maybe it does make sense that he’s barely graduating high school.

“I knew it! You kept him!” Lucas shouts at Dustin, before turning to you with hurt in his eyes. “And you let him hide it from the party?”

You wince. “I had a suspicion, but by the time I found out it had already been too late and–”

“He missed me. He wanted to come home… and Y/N just happened to not know about it for a while.” Dustin interrupts, trying to appease his friend, but it doesn’t work.

“Bullshit!”

“I didn’t know he was a Demogorgon, okay?”

“Oh, so now you admit it?”

You try to intervene, you’ve always hated when the boys fight. “Listen, what’s done is done and it’s too late to be angry now.”

Lucas scoffs. “I crawled into a dumpster to find Dart!”

“And that was a conscious decision that you made–”

“Guys!” Max steps in. “Who cares? We have to go.”

“I care!” Lucas faces Dustin again. “You put the party in jeopardy! You broke the rule of law!”

“So did you!” You’ve never heard anger like this come out from Dustin. It isn’t an anger that spills over from a regular argument. Your eyes flicker to Max and you know that the anger is one that stems from hurt.

You remember how excited Dustin had been to tell you about his crush on the girl. Now, after she came here with Lucas, you fear you may have to have a code blue soon with your brother about young love and heartbreak. Unrequited crushes suck.

The kids all begin to scream at one another and you’re too tired to try and intervene again. Technically, they’re all right. Lucas shouldn’t have told Max everything, Dustin shouldn’t have hid Dart, and both boys shouldn’t continuously treat Max like some weird outsider.

As they argue, Steve rubs small circles in your back, sensing how exhausted you are. While your bleeding may have stopped, you still feel woozy from the blood loss and could really go for some water and food right now.

“They’ll figure it out,” he assures you, breath warm against your ear, and all you can do is sigh.

You’re about to tell Steve that maybe you should all walk back home, it’s late and the kids are all too mad at one another to be of any help, but then you hear screeching coming from the distance.

You both freeze.

Slowly, the two of you step away from the kids to follow after the sound. They’re too busy arguing to notice, but the screeching continues to grow louder and you share a look with Steve. This isn’t good.

“Hey guys?” Steve calls towards the kids, hand never leaving your back.

The kids continue to argue, ignoring him, and you bring your fingers to your lips and let out a high pitched whistle. “Idiots!” Lucas, Dustin, and Max all go quiet, looking over at you. More screeches fill the silence, and you tilt your head towards the sound. “Hear that? Shall we continue to fight or are we done here?”

Steve flashes his light towards the source of the sound and beckons for the kids to follow. You stay behind, both of you silently agreeing that he’ll lead and you’ll make sure everyone is safe. Lucas and Dustin immediately follow, but Max lingers.

“Hey, you comin’?” You ask, motioning towards where the boys have all gone.

“Why are we headed towards the sound?”

“Because it’s what we do,” you shrug. “Welcome to the party.”

Max blinks at you, in disbelief, and it breaks your heart that she has to come to terms with all of this. Taking the risk, you reach towards her hand, offering her time to pull away, but she doesn’t. She lets you grab her hand and you squeeze it, giving her a soft smile. “I’m right here.”

The girl exhales, still guarded, yet she finally nods at your words. She seems to believe you, which you’re thankful for, and together the two of you follow after the others. The five of you approach the overlook, all of Hawkins visible. There’s a layer of thick fog covering the town, the screeches ominous as the town is blanketed.

“I don’t see him,” Dustin mumbles next to you, though he slowly links his fingers through yours, quietly confessing to you that he’s scared.

You squeeze his hand. “Lucas, do you think your binoculars can see that far?”

The boy brings them up to his eyes, and within a few seconds he seems to have spotted the source. He swallows, lowers the binoculars, and says, “It’s the lab.”

“They’re going back home.” You whisper, feeling defeated more than anything else. It somehow always comes back to that fucking lab. Will’s episodes, Mike’s silence, Nancy and Jonathan taking the burden of bringing the entire lab down themselves.

You now understand the immense anger Nancy felt that day during lunch, when you had all been at Jonathan’s car and she created her genius plan. How badly she wanted to make the assholes pay for what they did to Hawkins. To Will. To Barb. To sweet El.

“We have to follow.” You say, an edge to your voice. Your side sears with pain, your ankle sending phantom pains up your leg. Dustin clings onto your hand like his life depends on it. You’re sick of suffering the consequences that Hawkin’s Lab has brought upon itself.

You begin to walk down the overlook, steps slow and careful, and while the kids glance uncertainly at one another, Steve doesn’t hesitate to follow after you. –

As you approach the gate to the lab, you see a car with headlights parked in front of it. Two figures stand at the edge of the forest line, watching.

Other people are here.

You bring your knives out and flick the handle so that the blades extend. Steve stands next to you, his own bat raised after seeing your fear, and you nod at one another to slowly begin approaching.

“Hello?” One of the figures shouts, their voice oddly familiar.

You stop.

“Who’s there?” The voice shouts again, and this time you recognize it.

It’s Jonathan.

Immediately you start to run, damning the pain in your side, and when you break through the treeline and see Jonathan standing there with Nancy, both of them safe and sound, you start to run even faster.

When Jonathan sees that it’s you, he starts to run as well and within seconds the two of you are a tangle of arms and limbs. He hugs you fiercely, his cologne familiar and you hadn’t known how homesick you were until you felt his arms around you.

“Bug,” Jonathan exhales with relief, squeezing you even tighter. He brings a hand to your hair and cradles your head, his fingers sure and strong and familiar as always. You bury your face in his neck, feeling all the pain and exhaustion from today begin to dissipate.

Nancy walks over and lays a hand on your arm as you’re still wrapped around Jonathan. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

“I’m glad you guys are okay,” you sniff, you’re not sure why you’re crying. “God, I’ve had the weirdest two days of my life–”

“Steve?” Jonathan and Nancy suddenly say at the same time.

You pull away from your friend and let out a chuckle. Steve and the kids have now joined, confusion on all of their faces. “Like I said, it’s been a weird few days.”

“Nancy?” Steve walks over, his eyes going back and forth between you and the girl. He feels an overwhelming mixture of emotions overtake him. He notices the way Jonathan’s arm is still wrapped around you as you stand close to his side, and he notices the way Nancy avoids his eyes. Something burns within his chest.

“Jonathan?” Dustin narrows his eyes at the boy, and you can’t help but laugh.

Jonathan and Nancy approach the others and you slowly follow, taking your time. Nancy reaches Steve first. “What are you doing here?”

“What are you doing here?” Steve retorts.

“We’re looking for Mike and Will.”

You grab Nancy’s jacket. “Are they okay? Did something happen?”

“They’re not in there, are they?” Dustin motions towards the lab, fear in his voice.

Nancy lowers her voice. “We’re not sure.”

Jonathan senses there’s something else going on. “Why?”

Right on cue, the Demodogs begin to screech from the lab. Next to you, you feel Jonathan stiffen with fear. You know, without having to ask, that his family is stuck inside the lab. Suddenly the gash in your side stings in pain and you clutch at it and let out a wince. Hearing this, Jonathan finally realizes that you’re covered in blood.

“Oh my god,” his hands fall to your side as he scans for any other injuries. “You’re bleeding, oh my god.”

“I’m okay–”

“Fuck, bug. It looks bad–”

“Had a minor setback, we’re all good now though.”

Jonathan shakes his head at you, his eyes dripping with guilt; you know he’s already placed the blame upon himself long before he speaks. “I should’ve been there. I knew something was wrong when you didn’t call, and then Nance and I came back to my home being wrecked and you weren’t at your place and I was worried sick and thought you were dead–”

You grab his hands, forcing him to slow down and breathe. “Hey, look at me.” Slowly, his eyes meet yours. “I’m okay, bee. I had to protect the kids, and I had Steve. I’m right here.”

Jonathan looks over at Steve, who is stuck in some argument between Nancy and the kids, and he lets out a tired laugh. He can’t believe that he’s here right now, tired and delirious from a long trip with Nancy as you hold his hands, your own blood covering them, while Steve spares you worried glances. “Friends with him again, then?”

“It was inevitable.” You sigh, knowing how heavy your words are. Truly, it was inevitable. He’s too much like you, your wounds a matching pair, and you never stood a chance against the inevitability. He’s an extension of you now, you can no longer deny this.

“Are you really okay, though?” Jonathan asks you, still concerned about how much blood is on you. He feels this tug within him, pulling at his chest to encase you within his arms and to never, ever let you out of his sight again.

There’s still a slight limp in your step that Jonathan sees when he thinks you aren’t looking, the scar on your upper arm is harsh against the smooth skin he’s come to memorize, disrupting the topography of your body. Now, you’ve once again gotten hurt because of him. Your favorite cardigan is ripped and bloodied and Jonathan knows it’s one more scar he’s inexplicably given you.

The scars may fade, but he knows he’ll never be able to forgive himself. It’s the same heavy weight you feel within yourself over Will’s disappearance.

You notice that Jonathan’s eyes have glazed over in despair and you kiss his knuckles, bringing him back to you. “I promise I am.”

He nods, though he still looks unsure, but he pulls you in again for another hug. For a moment, everything is still. It reminds you of when you had been in Jonathan’s car last Christmas as he drove you home, the memories between you had gone still. You close your eyes, like you had last year, and for a moment nothing has changed.

“The power’s back!” Nancy exclaims, effectively shutting everyone up about who has seen what when.

You pull away from Jonathan. The urgence in her voice reminds you that everything has changed. There’s a scar on your upper arm that now has a matching scar on your ribcage. Jonathan has bags underneath his eyes that seem like they'll never go away.

You look away from him and look over at the kids and see, in Dustin’s and Lucas’ faces, the familiar fear and acceptance that they’re inevitably in danger. Steve catches your eye and he nods, indicating that whatever happens next, he’s ready whenever you are.

The seven of you quickly make your way back towards the lab’s gate, and Jonathan is the first to get there with you following close behind. The two of you stand in the patrol panel, Jonathan aggressively hitting the button designated for opening the gate, but nothing seems to be happening.

Suddenly Dustin barges in, roughly shoving past Jonathan and mumbling a soft sorry to you.

“Let me try.” Jonathan doesn’t move, which only aggravates your brother further and he flings the teen back. “Let me try, Jonathan!”

Jonathan looks at you incredulously, still having no idea why Dustin seems to suddenly hate him, and you stifle a laugh as you watch the boy repeatedly hit the button while nothing happens.

“Son of a bitch!” Dustin groans, still trying and failing to open the gate.

“Move over,” you shoulder past the kid and start pressing the button yourself. “It probably just doesn’t like you guys.”

Dustin and Jonathan both scoff at you, but you ignore them as you continue to press the button. You were mostly doing it to distract yourself, give your anxious mind something to do, but after a simple few taps, the gates unlock.

You cheer, immensely happy with yourself. “I did it! You guys just really do just suck!”

Jonathan shakes his head at you but offers his hand for you to high five, which you gladly do. As for your brother, he sticks his tongue out at you in retaliation. You ignore the kid and follow Jonathan outside to join the others.

Once the gates have fully opened, you, Nancy, Jonathan, and Steve all begin speaking at once.

“I’ll go,” you all say in unison.

The kids all stare at one another, wondering how this will go. It didn’t escape their notice that Jonathan and Nancy were alone together, and that Steve’s worry over you has strings attached to unspoken truths.

They may be young, but they can sense the tension between you and the teens pretty easily.

“No, someone has to stay with the kids.” Nancy reasons, looking over at Jonathan to back her up, and his eyes draw to hers naturally.

You see this, and you wonder when they became such a cohesive team.

“Bug, what are you thinking?” He asks, knowing that ultimately it’s your call. When it comes to the kids, you’re the one to turn to.

You bite your lip, unsure. Max, Lucas, and Dustin all stare at you, and you know the two boys want you to stay with them. They’ve been through hell tonight, so have you, but then you think about whatever has happened in the lab to Will and Mike.

Sighing, you walk over to Jonathan. “Nance is right. I’ll stay behind with Steve while you and her drive to the lab. They’ll need all the help they can get, and I’m currently in no condition to fight.”

Jonathan’s eyes once again fall to your wrapped side, uncertain if you’ll be safe enough out here. “You sure?”

“I’m sure, bee.” You kiss his cheek, fucking terrified something will go wrong. The lab is crawling with Demodogs. “Promise you’ll be careful?”

“Always,” he cups your face and brings his forehead to yours. “I’ll come back.”

You relish in the warmth and let out a shaky exhale. “Go get Will.”

The moment between you two is intimate; everyone around you looks away. Nancy stares down at her feet while Steve clenches his jaw.

After a few more seconds, you finally release yourself from Jonathan’s hold and turn towards Nancy. “That goes for you as well, Wheeler. Stay safe.”

She nods at you, spares Steve one last glance, and then follows after Jonathan into the car. Within seconds, they speed off down the road, towards Hawkin’s Lab as more Demodogs screech in the distance.

“Well that was awkward.” Max breaks the silence. “Sensing there’s a lot of history there.”

You snort, admiring the girl’s wit, and tiredly lean against the gate’s post. “Still have a lot to catch up on, Max.”

Steve doesn’t say anything, he just gently leans next to you against his own post and flips his flashlight in his hand.

Dustin starts to pace while Lucas stares at the sky, as if willing away every problem from the day, which you want to do yourself. However, your best friend is currently very close to a death lab that Will and Mike are inexplicably trapped in.

You try to calm your breathing, knowing it’s no use getting yourself worked up, but you’re terrified. Steve sees your unease and does his best to comfort you. “Hey, they’ll be okay. Jonathan is a smart guy and Nancy is tough as hell.”

Hearing Nancy’s name coming out of his mouth makes you realize that you haven’t asked him how he’s feeling about all of this, which makes you feel even shittier. He confessed to you last night how he still loves her, and here you are, worried about your friend who the guy’s ex girlfriend showed up with.

“Are you okay?” You ask him softly, worried you’ll scare him away.

Steve doesn’t ask what you mean; he knows and lets out a dry laugh. “Not the most ideal situation.”

You’re about to say more, but something seems to catch Max’s attention. “Guys?”

You look towards where she’s pointing and you hear the faint sounds of tires squealing against concrete. The same sound Billy’s car had made in the school parking lot days ago. As you piece this together, headlights light up the gate and the honking starts.

Immediately you and Steve rush over to the kids and push them away, narrowly avoiding being hit. As soon as the road is cleared, Hopper’s familiar truck brakes in front of you.

“Let’s go,” the man gruffs out, and you’ve never been happier to see that obnoxious cop’s face.

Steve runs over to the passenger door and holds it open while you usher the kids to go inside. “Come on, let’s go! Go, go, go!”

One by one you get the kids seated in the truck, and once you and Steve make sure they’re in safely, he motions for you to go next before he climbs inside and slams the door shut. You end up squished up front, in between Hopper and Steve.

“Drive!” You scream, and Hopper doesn’t need to be told twice before he stomps on the gas and follows after Jonathan’s car.

It’s silent for a few minutes as everyone steadies their breathing, processing what’s just happened. You rub at your side, the rough movements from earlier having upset the wound. Hopper notices this and raises an eyebrow at you. “Lose a fight?”

“Mhm,” you see that he’s dressed in hospital scrubs and raise your own eyebrows. “Got checked into a psych ward?”

Hopper lets out a short laugh and you can see the exhaustion behind his eyes, but he plays along and you’re grateful for it. “Yeah, figured it was time.”

–

The Byers’ home is a disaster when you walk in. The walls are covered with pictures drawn by Will, a map that he somehow came to piece together, of an entire underground tunnel system that the Demodogs now reside in.

You sit on the ground next to Will, who has been placed on the couch while he’s still unconscious, and you hold his cold, limp hand as Jonathan kneels next to the boy and strokes his hair.

“I’m sorry, bud.” He whispers, voice breaking. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I should have been there.”

You grab Jonathan’s own hand. “He wouldn’t blame you. You couldn’t have known.”

Nancy places a hand on his shoulder as she watches over him, a certain concern in her eyes that you’ve never quite seen before. She’s always been the most guarded out of the three of you, but now she’s rubbing comforting circles into Jonathan’s back; you’ve never seen her so open before, so affectionate with someone.

You noticed how much closer they seemed earlier at the lab, how the tension between them now appears to be gone. You know that something happened on their spy adventure, you know they’d been alone together, probably gotten a motel room, even. Your stomach twists at the thought, but Will’s cold hand is a reminder that none of that matters right now. Like last year, he comes first.

“We’ll figure it out, bee. We always do.” You kiss Jonathan’s cheek, not knowing how many more times you’ll be able to do so, and you try to memorize how his face feels pressed against yours, the way your nose buries into his skin and the way he leans into the kiss each and every time.

Jonathan sniffles and thanks you, pulling you into his side as he continues to stroke Will’s hair. Nancy remains standing, and when you look up to offer her to sit next to you, you finally notice Steve standing in the corner, watching.

He’s holding himself as he watches the three of you and, despite how he tries to hide it, you see Steve wipe at his nose and blink away tears; he’s never looked so small before, and your heart breaks for him as he walks out of the room.

You excuse yourself to follow after him, bypassing Hopper who is angrily trying to contact some government people to alert them about Hawkin’s Lab.

Steve walks into the kitchen and faces the drawings on the wall, his back turned away from everyone in a pathetic attempt to gain some privacy. Slowly, you approach him and stand to his left. You know he senses your presence, but he continues to stare straight ahead.

“You want to talk about it?” You ask, voice low so no one else in the kitchen can hear.

Steve closes his eyes and shakes his head, it’s all of a response he can give you right now. He’s worried that if he tries to speak, he’ll start crying. His worst fear has come true. He’s been replaced.

Tentatively, you grab his hand and bring your lips to his ear. “Can I?”

You feel Steve shiver, his breath is shaky, and though he isn’t quite sure what you’re asking him, he nods anyways.

He will always say yes to you.

The moment Steve nods, you tug at the hand you’re holding and bring his arms around you; he practically melts in your arms. Releasing another shaky breath, he buries his face in your hair and inhales your perfume as if gasping for air. He brings a hand to your hair as he cradles the back of your head, bringing you even closer together.

For the first time in Steve’s life, his mind goes quiet.

You’re aware of everyone else in the room, you know you’ll have to deal with the kids’ nosy questions later, but you don’t care. Steve needs you, and the way he’s clinging onto you as you hug tells you everything you need to know.

He’s barely holding it together, so you discretely shift so that the others can’t see as you attempt to piece him back together with your arms tightening around him and your fingers intertwining through his hair as well.

Your ribs scream in protest as you lean against the boy, but the pain reassures you that you are alive and sharing this pain with someone you’ve come to care deeply about.

“I’m here,” you whisper, feeling Steve’s body shake at the reassurance. “It’s just you and me right now, okay?”

He nods, still too scared to speak. The two of you remain interlocked in the kitchen you grew up in, surrounded by Will’s drawings and memories of early morning breakfasts with Jonathan, and Dustin watches from the kitchen table.

Lucas watches as well and shares a glance with your brother, who can only shake his head and sigh. He knows, sooner or later, that he’ll have to ask you about Steve, he’s never seen you like this before, not even with Jonathan, but for now he leaves you both alone.

When Hopper angrily hangs up the phone, Dustin uses it as an opportunity to distract himself. “They didn’t believe you, did they?”

“We’ll see,” Hopper sighs, tired.

“‘We’ll see’? We can’t just sit here while those things are loose!” Mike exclaims, his foot tapping nervously underneath the table.

The chief sighs again, now spotting you and Steve still holding each other in the corner. “Hey, Henderson and pretty boy, get a room. Mike, we stay here and we wait for help.”

Hearing your name, you finally break apart from Steve and send Hopper an embarrassed glare, clearing your throat. Steve clears his throat as well and takes several steps away from you. His cheeks flaming red.

“Did he call me pretty boy?” Steve whispers to you, but you shush him, instead walking over to Mike, who has now started to tap his foot even more aggressively.

Standing behind the boy, you rub his shoulder, unsure how to help the boy. You know he’s worried about Will and he’s always hated waiting almost as much as you do. At your touch, Mike turns his head to look up at you, and the fire that’s always been in his eyes has died.

You look around the table, it’s quiet. Max is playing with her fingernails, Lucas is staring at the table with tears in his eyes, and Dustin is watching as you try to comfort Mike. All the kids are in their own state of shock and grief. They’re too young for all of this.

Meanwhile, Steve hangs back by the corner, knowing that this is what you do best: you take care of people. He watches as you furrow your brows for a second, a slight quirk he’s picked up about you, and slowly he sees you piece together how to help the kids you love so dearly.

You start with leaning against the table, wedged between Dustin and Mike, and somehow–Steve has always wondered how you do this–you light up the cold room with warmth.

“I’m sorry you had to go through all of this by yourself,” you stroke Mike’s hair, it’s rare that you get to do this, but he remains numb to your touch. “Had I known any of this would happen, I would’ve made you more fudge brownies.”

Though it’s small, almost imperceptible, Mike lets out a tiny huff, a placeholder of a laugh.

At least it’s a start.

You whisper more words to him as Dustin leans against your back, grounded by your presence, and Max watches this with interested yet envious eyes. She still has yet to grow used to your kindness, to the love you share with the boys: a sibling relationship she’s never had before.

As you’re comforting Mike, his eyes wander towards the living room and suddenly he gets up. You watch, curious as to what he’s doing, as he grabs a cube and delicately rolls it around in his hand.

“Did you guys know that Bob was the original founder of Hawkins AV?”

At the mention of Bob’s name, you bring Dustin closer to you. With everything that’s happened tonight, the reminder of the man’s death fills you with raw, unfiltered grief. When you arrived at the Byers home and found a distraught Joyce, you knew.

Bob is dead, and he has taken all the kindness he shared with you. He was a sweet man, one who took you in without any question as soon as he started dating Joyce, a man who offered you rides to work and encouraged you to stop by his own job any time. The same man who brought the woman who is like a second mother to you, back to life.

Your heart breaks for Joyce, for Will and Jonathan and all the other kids.

Bob Newby truly was a superhero, everyone he ever interacted with came out a better person because of it. He never left anyone without a smile on their face, and now he’s gone.

Once you’ve managed to swallow down your grief, you voice from the kitchen, “I didn’t know that.”

Mike turns to you. “He petitioned the school to start it and everything, and then he had a fund-raiser for equipment. Mr. Clark learned everything from him.” There’s light in his voice as he approaches the table again, a spark as if the fire is trying to relight itself. “Pretty awesome, right?”

Dustin and Lucas nod, faint smiles on their own faces. “Yeah.”

Mike sets the cube down. “We can’t let him die in vain.”

You agree with him, but how could you possibly accomplish something like that>

“What do you want to do, Mike?” Dustin lifts his head up, frustrated. “The Chief’s right on this. We can’t stop those Demodogs on our own.”

“Demodogs?” Max finally speaks up.

You sigh, tired of hearing your brother’s explanation of his made up name. “Please don’t ask–”

“Demogorgon, dog. Demodog.” Your brother explains, and you pinch the bridge of your nose. “Demodogs. It’s like a compound… It’s like a play on words–”

“Okay!” You and Max say at once, cutting off his spiel.

“I mean, when it was just Dart, maybe…”

You snort at Dustin. “Tell that to my ribcage.”

The boy glares at you and Lucas takes over, reigning you both back in. “But there’s an army now.”

“Precisely,” Dustin sighs in defeat.

Mike, who has been quiet the entire conversation, realizes something. “His army.”

Steve looks around, confused. “What do you mean?”

“His army!” Mike faces everyone, and the fire behind his eyes now fully alive, and you know he’s come up with some genius plan like his sister always does. “Maybe if we stop him, we can stop his army too.”

Dustin and Lucas share a glance and seem to be understanding what Mike is saying, but you look to Steve, equally as lost as he is, before Mike runs out the room while the others follow.

“Any idea what that kid is saying?” The teen asks you, but you shake your head.

“On a good day, I understand maybe a quarter of what Mike says. However, with significant blood loss and no real meals in me, I’m afraid I have no fucking idea what’s happening.”

“Cool,” Steve steps closer to you and motions for you to guide the way. “Let’s follow, then.”

You find the kids in Will’s room, all standing over a picture that the boy drew. In it is a looming figure with four long limbs, its figure thin and haunting as it stalks over the picture. Seeing the drawing, you get an uneasy feeling.

“The doctor said it was like a virus, it infected him.” Mike is explaining, speaking so fast you can barely keep up as you and Steve stand in the doorway.

“What virus?” You ask, now standing next to the kids.

Mike hands you the picture. “The shadow monster, it got Will that day at the field.”

“And this virus… It’s connecting him to the tunnels?” Max seems to be following along better than you are, which is quite depressing.

“The tunnels, monsters, the Upside Down, everything.”

Something within your stomach drops, the familiar weight of guilt follows it. “Will is still connected to the Upside Down?”

“Whoa, slow down,” Steve steps in now, sensing your panic, and tries to rectify the situation. “Let’s all just slow down.”

Mike groans. “The shadow monster is inside everything, and if the vines feel something like pain, then so does Will.”

Again, guilt throws itself against you with all its weight, and you feel each thud against your body like a hammer feels a nail.

Lucas nods. “And so does Dart.”

“Like what Mr. Clark taught us. The hive mind.” Mike follows.

You’re silent, staring at the picture still in your hands.

Steve crosses his arms. “Hive mind?”

“A collective consciousness, a super organism.” You hear Dustin clarify, but it’s all beginning to blur together for you.

All you can think is that you’re the reason Will has become entangled in all of this, in alternate dimensions, infected with a monster so powerful that it can create vast tunnels underneath your feet and monsters bred to kill.

Mike is on a roll now, it’s all clicking together. “And this is the thing that controls everything. It’s the brain–”

“Like the mind flayer,” Dustin realizes, which causes both Lucas and Mike to stop in their tracks.

It seems the boys have figured it all out, then.

And it seems to you that old scars will never fade, not in the way that they should.

Swallowing down your nausea and tears and guilt, you finally speak. “Explain everything to me.”

–

Dustin throws the DnD book onto the Byers’ kitchen table, beginning to explain everything as everyone gathers around.

You stand next to him, Steve to your right, and watch as your brother commands the room as if he was born to do so. As he explains, you look around and everyone. Jonathan stands next to Lucas, facing across from you, and Nancy finds herself standing to your left, worried.

“Oh my god, none of this is real,” Hopper is already over the entire situation, which annoys you. “This is a kid’s game.”

“I’m sorry, but those Demodogs that just attacked us are logical to you?” You snap at the cop, completely baffled that he for some reason decided to draw the line at a DnD reference rather than literal demons from another dimension.

Hopper narrows his eyes at you, but before he can say anything, Jonathan shrugs his shoulders. “Y/N has a point, you know.”

“Okay, before we all start fighting, I just want to point out that this,” Dustin points to the book on the table. “Is a manuel, and it’s not for kids. Unless you know something that we don’t, this is the best metaphor–”

“Analogy.” Lucas interrupts.

“Analogy, that’s what you’re worried about?” You grab at Dustin’s jacket to try and settle him down, but he’s angry and annoyed and you know it’s been a long day for everyone. “Fine. An analogy for understanding whatever the hell this is!”

Nancy sees you struggling with the boy and tries to step in. “Okay, so this mind flamer thing–”

“Flayer,” you gently correct.

“What does it want?”

Dustin bites his lip. “To conquer us, basically. It believes it’s the master race.”

Steve, who is leaning next to Dustin and you, snaps his finger. “Like the Germans?”

“Uh… The Nazis?” Your brother looks at you, silently urging you to shut the teen up, and you pinch your nose again and sigh.

“Oh, buddy.” You loop your arm through his and pat Steve’s shoulder. “Let’s just listen, okay?”

Steve tries to say more but you hold your finger up, indicating that you won’t listen to whatever he’s about to say, and he rolls his eyes at you but rests his free hand against the one you have on his arm.

However, when Lucas announces that you could all be dealing with the end of the world, Steve lets out a dry laugh and tries to pull away from you, freaking out. “That’s great! That’s really great, jesus!”

You pull him back by the arm, forcing him to stand next to you and calm down, and he doesn’t try to fight it. Though he’s scared out of his fucking mind and in over his head, he listens to your silent command and comes back to you. Once he’s still, you unwrap your arm from his and bring that hand to the back of his neck, playing with the baby hairs there to try and soothe him.

Steve leans into your touch, his shoulders start to relax, and you know he’s slowly calming down.

Jonathan sees this interaction and catches your eye, and when he has your attention, he flashes you a knowing smirk as he mouths, friendly, aren’t we?

You narrow your eyes and subtly point between him and Nancy, mouthing back, you’re one to talk, which effectively shuts Jonathan up and he diverts his eyes again, going back to focusing on what Dustin and the others are saying.

“No, no fireballs,” Dustin is explaining to Hopper. “Instead, you–uh. You summon an undead army and… Uh, because… Zombies, ya know? They don’t–uh, have brains and the–the mind flayer, it, uh, likes brains.”

When your brother sees you shaking your head in disappointment and Hopper’s barely controlled anger, he quickly finishes with, “It’s just a game.”

You nudge his shoulder with yours. “You did well explaining, buddy.”

Dustin gives you a weak thumbs up as Hopper angrily throws the book down. “What the hell are we doing here?”

“I thought we were waiting for your military backup.” Dustin retorts, and you quickly raise your hand for a high five, which he gladly accepts.

Hopper sees this and rolls his eyes. “We are!”

“But even if they come, how are they gonna stop this? You can’t just shoot this with guns!” Mike quips, and you give him a high five as well.

“You don’t know that! We don’t know anything!” Hopper roars, and it takes everything within you not to flinch at his raised voice.

“We do know, actually.” You say, voice quiet but stern as you try to steady your heartbeat. You’ve never, ever been able to hear a man yelling at you without some form of panic clawing at your chest. “Ask Nancy about the guns. We fought a fully grown Demodog last year, you seem to conveniently forget that.”

Hopper clenches his jaw. “Every time I start to like you, you piss me off again.”

“It’s a skill.”

Everyone begins to argue again, Hopper with you while Dustin, Lucas, and Mike take your side to try and reason with the cop, before a frail, broken voice silences you all.

“They’re right.” Joyce stumbles from her room, her face still wet with tears as grief overtakes her.

“Mrs. Byers,” you breathe out, immediately walking over to the woman to stand by her side, but she gently pushes you away.

“We have to kill it.” Anger slowly spills into her voice. “I want to kill it.”

Hopper joins your side now, the two of you surrounding the woman. “Me too, Joyce. Okay? But how do we do that? We don’t exactly know what we’re dealing with here.”

“We don’t know what could happen to Will,” you urge, understanding Joyce’s anger but terrified of how it may affect her son.

“If anyone knows how to destroy this thing, it’s Will.” Mike begins to walk over to the boy, who is still knocked out cold on the couch. “He’s connected to it. He’ll know its weakness.”

Everyone stands in the living room now, and dread encases its hand around your throat. You don’t want to make Will any more involved in this than he needs to be, he’s been through too much.

Max cocks her head. “I thought we couldn’t trust him anymore. That he’s a spy for the mind flayer now.”

“We can always trust Will.” There’s an edge to your voice, and Jonathan has to grab your hand to steady you.

Mike nods, understanding what you’re trying to voice. “I know, Y/N. We can always trust him, and he can’t spy if he doesn’t know where he is.”

–

Somehow, Steve gets paired up with Nancy to cover the inside of the Byers’ shed with tarps.

One minute Steve had been standing behind you in the living room as Mike explained his plan, and the next minute he was being auctioned off to join his ex in a small shed while you got to happily team up with Jonathan and his mom.

It was unfair, really.

While he’s moping about his luck, Nancy hesitantly looks at Steve, clearly also as equally uncomfortable in the silence. She lingers as Steve begins to hang up another tarp and she tears a piece of tape for him, waiting.

She watches as Steve’s body stretches the length of the wall and realizes that this is the first time they’ve been alone together since their conversation at school, and that his languid movements are foreign to her.

Nancy hasn’t seen him so at ease in a long, long time.

She thinks about how you’d been with him these last few days while she had been with Jonathan, and she wonders what else may have possibly changed in such a short amount of time.

“Hey,” she finally says, the silence clawing at her. “What you did, um… Helping the kids, that was really cool.”

Steve still looks at Nancy with such sincerity and warmth, something that makes her stomach twist with guilt. He doesn’t know what she’s done just yet, and she doesn’t know if he has a right to even care at all.

“Yeah,” he exhales, breaking the eye contact first. “Those little shits are real trouble, ya know?”

Nancy finds herself laughing, grateful he seems open to talking to her. “Believe me, I know.”

“It’s a miracle that Y/N survived so long on her own.” Steve says absentmindedly, returning to hanging up the tarp.

Hearing your name causes Nancy’s stomach to twist again. Steve may not have pieced everything together just yet, but she knows that you have. You’ve always been able to read people well, too well, even.

Jonathan wasn’t yours and she wasn’t Steve’s, yet Nancy feels an overwhelming sense of guilt for the two of you.

“It’s nice that you were there for her,” Nancy avoids looking at Steve again.

“Y/N has been there for everyone else, so I figured it was time that someone was finally there for her?” He shakes his head, unsure what he’s even saying. “I just… I wanted to help her.”

Nancy doesn’t say anything, she only nods and continues tearing off more pieces of tape.

You’re too good, everyone knows this, and sometimes Nancy finds herself resenting you for it, even though none of it is your fault.

–

Jonathan tears down another bedsheet from the clothing line and tosses it into the growing pile of sheets and bedding in your arms; he yanks them down, you catch, and then he cuts the lines with the knives you loaned him.

“You sure this is gonna work?” Jonathan asks his mom, who has joined the two of you to collect her own pile of sheets to cover the shed.

Joyce nods, the familiar frantic look in her eyes from last year is now back. “He knew who I was. He’s still in there. It’s gonna work, it has to.”

You peek from behind the pile of cloth you’re holding. “Who knows, maybe we can finally prove whether or not Freud’s theory of consciousness is correct.”

Jonathan doesn’t understand what you mean, but Joyce sends you a grateful smile, appreciative that you’re trying to remain optimistic despite the situation, and then leaves before her son can question the plan once more.

As soon as the two of you are alone, Jonathan puts your switchblade in his pocket and then faces you, not wasting a second to finally have you to himself. “Okay, tell me everything I missed while I was gone.”

His eager curiosity makes you smile. “I appreciate the enthusiasm, but aren’t we on a time limit?”

“I think we can spare a few minutes, bug.”

“Fine, but at least grab some of these sheets so I can actually look at you while I talk.”

Jonathan laughs and does as he’s told, grabbing some of the cloth you’re holding and lessening the weight of it for you. Once he’s able to see your face, he smiles warmly at you. “Hi,”

“Hi, bee.” The greeting drips from your mouth like pure honey, and with two simple words, Jonathan can feel himself finally begin to relax.

“So,” he wiggles his eyebrows at you. “Go on.”

You take a deep breath, knowing that what you’re about to tell Jonathan will remove the carefree smile on his face. He’ll only blame himself, and you hate the responsibility he seems to feel for you.

“The only major thing, well… Besides the Demodogs, is that I spilled milk all over Billy, the guy you punched at the Halloween party.”

Jonathan gapes at you. “What?”

“Yeah, it was kinda awesome, honestly. He was being a bitch, accusing me and Steve of getting together to piss you and Nance off, and he was just being an overall creep, so… I spilled milk on him to get him to shut up so that Steve wouldn’t end up knocking the guy out.”

“Wait, Steve was there?” He tries to keep his voice level, but even Jonathan can hear the underlying hurt within his voice.

He’s not sure why the hurt is there, or why the thought of Steve being the one now protecting you sends a punch to his throat.

“Yeah,” you frown at him, confused by his sudden shift in mood. “He was with me in the lunchroom, wanted to know where you and Nance had run off to.”

Jonathan swallows. “I’m glad he was there, bug.”

And he is, he knows he is, but he also knows that it’s getting harder and harder to ignore the shift that has come between the two of you. How it was only thirty minutes ago that you had wrapped your arm around Steve’s, not Jonathan’s.

He clears his throat. “So, about Steve…”

“What about him?” You feign ignorance, but Jonathan sees the blush that has started to spread across your face.

“You’re blushing, bug.” It hurts him to tease, but he knows he has to. Jonathan has to play the role he had been given when he was twelve and had met you that day on Nancy’s front porch.

The same girl he slept with last night, who he has come to love with such devotion that he still struggles to accept within himself.

They haven’t talked about it, at least not yet, but all the unsaid truths between you and Jonathan hang over him. He can feel the lines and threads and strings all closing in on you two, and he knows you can also sense it as well.

“It’s nothing, bee.” You start walking towards the shed, uncomfortable now. You don’t want Jonathan’s teasing, not when it comes to Steve; it’s too painful, you still haven’t quite come to terms with your newfound feelings for the boy.

Not when you haven’t laid your feelings for Jonathan to rest, yet.

It wouldn’t be fair to Steve.

Jonathan steps in front of you, blocking your path. He feels as if he’s about to lose you, and for the first time since he’s met you, he doesn’t know how to make you stay. “Hey, I’m sorry. It’s just… I know you.”

His words burn.

“Let’s just get back to the shed–”

“Bug,” he blocks your path again. He’s not ready to lose you just yet, but he knows he will soon. It’s inevitable. “I know you, and when you’re around Steve, you just… You’re different, a–a good different, and–”

“Jonathan, I really don’t want to talk about this,” you plead, but he hears the at least not with you that goes unsaid. “Why don’t you focus on your newly formed relationship with Nancy, okay?”

Jonathan stumbles over his feet. “You–you know?”

“I know you,” you echo his words from moments ago, with its melancholy and all.

He sighs, steps to the side, and lets you go.

It’s quiet after that.

–

In the shed, everyone busies themselves with their tasks.

You, Steve, and Lucas run around with nail guns and tape for those who need it. The rest of the kids work as a unit, helping one another with covering every inch of wall they can find. Meanwhile, Nancy wraps newspaper around the poles while Jonathan carries Will through the door.

Seeing Will, limp within Jonathan’s arms, only reminds you of the dead body that had been pulled from the quarry last year.

Only this time it really is Will.

Together, you and Jonathan gently place the boy in the chair and tie him. You ignore the way your heart clenches as you knot the cords together; you’re doing this to save him. Joyce prepares the medicine needed to knock Will out, in case anything happens, and as you watch, Lucas and Mike switch on the overhead lamps, blinding you.

“Christ,” you mumble, holding your hand up to shield your eyes from the light.

“It works,” Mike looks at you, hopeful. “It’s gonna work.”

Hopper steps forward, facing everyone. “If you aren’t related to the Byers family, get out.” While everyone begins to leave, you and Mike remain where you are. When Hopper sees this, he frowns. “What did I just say?”

Dustin and Steve linger in the doorway, both silently asking you what the plan is, and you give them a slight nod to indicate that it’s okay. You’ll join them later, right now Will needs you and you sure as hell aren’t leaving Mike and Jonathan alone to deal with this.

“Y/N is family, Hop.” Joyce stands next to you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

You smile at her before facing the chief. “I’m staying.”

“Me, too.” Mike echos, standing his own ground against the man, and you refrain from giving him another high five for his bravery.

Better not to upset Hopper too much more.

The man in question groans, too tired to argue. “Fine, you two can stay, but only because I know that if I don’t let Henderson stay then Jonathan will probably have a panic attack or something.”

Jonathan shrugs. “Probably.”

Dustin rushes over to you and gives you a tight hug. “Be careful.”

“I will,” you kiss the top of his hat, catching Steve’s eye in the process. “Take care of him, please?”

Steve nods, without any hesitation to do as you’ve asked. “Of course.”

And with that, the door to the shed closes as the last of the group leaves.

It’s silent after that, and you take a second to admire the work everyone did. The shed is completely unrecognizable, and the lights will only further limit Will’s vision. A part of you truly believes that this plan could work, but you’ve long since stopped letting your hope get the better of you.

“Alright, you ready?” Hopper looks over at Joyce, holding the ammonia needed to wake Will up.

“Yeah,” the woman crosses her arms, and you want to reach out and hold her.

Everyone is quiet as Hopper crouches in front of Will and dabs some ammonia onto a cotton ball. Then, slowly, he brings it up to the boy’s face and waits for him to inhale. When he does, Will’s eyes snap open and he inhales so sharply that you’re worried he’s hurt himself.

You stand in between Mike and Jonathan, and seeing the pure fear on Will’s face brings tears to your eyes. He reminds you of a deer, small and frail, with eyes so full of fear that it makes you ache.

Will’s eyes dart around the room, and when he notices that he’s tied to the chair, he begins to tug at the cords. “What–what is this? Why am I tied up?”

“Will, we just wanna talk to you,” Joyce softly tells him, now eye level with the boy as she does her best to calm him down. “We’re not gonna hurt you.”

“Where am I?” The fear that had once been in Will’s voice is gone, now replaced with an anger that seems so foreign to associate with the boy.

Hopper joins now, showing him the picture of the mind flayer that he drew. “You recognize this?”

Will shakes his head and looks over at you, now realizing that you’re there, and you force yourself to look away. He’s always been the sweetest boy, but he killed so many innocent people today, even if he hadn’t meant to.

You trust Will, you do, but you remind yourself that the boy in front of you isn’t really him.

“We wanna help you,” Joyce tries to reassure him again. “But to do that, we have to understand how to kill it.”

At the mention of killing, Will’s eyes widen as more anger seeps through him, now shouting at his mother, “Why am I tied up? Why am I tied up? Why am I tied up?”

He begins to thrash around, throwing his head back against the wall as he repeatedly screams and begs to be let go. The lights are now flickering and immediately you draw Mike into your chest, trying to mask your own tears as you comfort him.

Jonathan clings behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist as he buries his face into your shoulder, and blindly you reach behind yourself so you can hold him as well. When you feel his tears spill against your skin, you wrap your arms tighter around Mike and cry.

Will continues to scream, becoming more and more violent, and something demonic seems to crawl into his vocal chords as he screams.

You hold Mike and Jonathan tighter against you, doing everything you can to be there for the boys. You knew this would be difficult, but as the lights continue to flicker and Will’s pale face quickly becomes paler with every plea, you feel weak.

With Jonathan behind you and Mike in front of you, both boys clinging onto you as sobs wrack your own body, it becomes unclear who is being held up and who is the one holding.

Hopper has his own arms wrapped around Will, and slowly, miraculously, his pleas begin to fade off. Exhaustion seems to overtake the boy, as he starts to mumble more than scream, and with every exhaled breath, the light’s flickering settles down.

Finally, silence.

The only sound in the shed is Will’s labored breaths, alongside your own.

Joyce sits in the chair placed in front of Will, takes a moment to find her words, and then asks the boy, “Do you know what March 22nd is?”

You do, it’s Will’s birthday, and you listen as Joyce talks about his eighth birthday and how she had gotten him a giant box of crayons and he had used all the colors to draw a rainbow ship. With every word, more despair and love fills the woman’s voice as she reflects on how proud she is of him, how much she loves him, and you have to turn away for a moment to wipe at your eyes.

After Joyce has finished her story, you all see something within Will. As if he’s coming back to himself, his eyes no longer holding the malic from earlier.

Jonathan detangles himself from you and wipes his eyes as well, taking a deep breath to calm himself. “Do you remember the day dad left?”

You turn around, already knowing the story that he’s about to tell, and you press a soft kiss to Mike’s forehead before joining Jonathan at Will’s side. He can’t be alone when he retells this story, because he hadn’t been alone when it happened.

“We stayed up all night building Castle Byers,” Jonathan reflects, nudging you as you crouch down in front of Will as well. “It was Y/N’s idea to build it just the way you drew it.”

“You loved the idea,” your voice cracks, but you try to hide it so that you don’t scare the boy.

You remember how Will’s face lit up when you surprised him with the idea. He hadn’t left his room in hours, blaming himself for Lonnie leaving, and Jonathan had shown up at your window, in tears as he confessed that he didn’t know how to help Will.

After yanking the teen into your room and sitting him down on your bed, you had told him that Will simply needed someone there for him, to remind him that he was good and lovely and that everything that Lonnie had ever said was wrong.

Later that day, the two of you showed up to the hardware store; two young teens with only pocket change as currency, and you’d bought all the supplies needed for Castle Byers.

“And it took so long because you were so bad at hammering.” The fondness of the memory causes Jonathan to laugh, and you do so as well as you remember just how many times Will had accidentally hit his fingers rather than the nail. “You missed the nail every time.”

“I thought you’d lose a finger, honestly.” You add, which Joyce laughs at.

Jonathan continues. “And then it started raining, but we stayed out there anyway. All of us were sick for like a week after that… But we just had to finish it, didn’t we? We just had to.”

You squeeze the teen’s hand and lean in closer to Will, sensing that it’s now your turn to speak. “Do you know what my nickname is for you?”

Will slowly nods, his eyes going to Jonathan and then back to you, indicating that he understands he’s your little bee.

“Little bee, that’s right.” It isn’t difficult to reminisce on your favorite memory with the boy, it comes to you immediately. “After we all had gotten the cold, do you remember the awful flu that Jonathan and Dustin somehow got like a week afterwards?”

Jonathan snorts, remembering how annoyed he had been for being so sick for so long. He had missed two whole weeks of school, and you were the one who had to bring his assignments to him and help with his homework.

“That weekend, our moms decided that it made more sense to send Jonathan to my house so he and Dustin could quarantine together, so I stayed at your house and we spent the entire weekend alone. Just you and me.”

You smile softly, the memory fresh and warm like an early spring day. You love Jonathan and Dustin endlessly, but being alone with Will was special. A rare occasion that the two of you always relished in. “That weekend, we watched all your favorite movies and I taught you how to bake the cookies you love so much… You taught me how to draw, and together we were happy.”

Your voice breaks again, the warmth of the memory slightly stings as you gaze into Will’s sunken eyes. Two years ago you had all of Will, his happiness genuine and his heart kind, and now you’re terrified you’ll never have that version of him back ever again.

Jonathan notices your hesitancy and strokes your face gently. “Go on,”

You grab the hand on your face and kiss it, grateful for the strength he’s loaning you. “We–we were almost sad when Dustin and Jonathan got better, because we had enjoyed our little weekend getaway.”

Joyce lets out a shaky breath as she reaches for you as well, her hand landing against your shoulder, a place she has long since inhabited for herself whenever she wants to express her love for you. She knows how fiercely you love her sons, and she remembers all the laughter and joy she heard that weekend within her home, a home that had long since stopped being warm for her.

“That weekend…” You force down the sobs that threaten to spill over. You have to finish the story, to remind Will of who he is again. He has to come back to you. “That weekend, you became my little bee.”

As soon as you say Will’s nickname, you lean away from the boy and try to collect yourself. You’ve said all that you physically can for now, and you hope it was enough. You hope, more than anything, that it will be enough to bring Will home again.

Mike steps forward now, and Will turns his head to him. “Do you remember the first day that we met?”

You notice the tear that falls down the boy’s face, and you lean your head against Jonathan’s shoulder in exhaustion as you listen to his story. It’s one you’ve never heard before, and it’s rare to see Mike so vulnerable with his feelings.

“It was… It was the first day of kindergarten. I knew nobody. I had no friends, and–and I just felt so alone and so scared but–” More tears come. “I saw you on the swings and you were alone, too. You were just swinging by yourself.”

Jonathan’s hand finds your hair as you both listen, and you know he’s thinking the same as you. How finding your person in a world so vast and lonely can bring you to life.

“I just walked up to you and… I asked. I asked if you wanted to be my friend, and you said yes.” Mike swallows, now diverting his eyes away from everyone. “You said yes, and it was the best thing I’ve ever done.”

Mike finishes with more tears, and you walk over to him so that he can hide his face against you. You know he wants to be alone right now, that he hates how exposed his emotions are, and as soon as you’ve wrapped your arms around the boy he buries his face in your chest and softly cries.

You do your best to shield him from the world.

Meanwhile, Joyce tries again to reach Will. “Will, baby. If you’re in there, just please… Please talk to us. Please, honey, can you do that for me? I love you so much.”

Something seems to collapse within Will, he fights back tears as his breathing becomes labored again. For a moment, you think it’s worked, that he’ll finally come back and you’ll have your little bee again.

“Let me go.” Will demands again, and you feel everyone’s heart in the room drop.

It’s quiet for several moments, but there’s a faint tapping that you hear. You don’t know where it’s coming from, but you’re sure that it hadn’t been there moments ago. You look around the room and see Hopper doing the same.

When your eyes meet his, he tilts his head at you as if to ask if you hear it too. You nod, and Hopper looks around once more before he freezes.

“Out,” Hopper suddenly orders, leaving no time for anyone to argue as he flings the shed door open and marches towards the Byers home.

–

“What happened?” Dustin immediately asks as soon as you enter the house.

“We think we found something,” you inform him, pointing to Hopper, who has now sat down at the kitchen table with a pen and paper.

Everyone gathers around him as he starts to scribble a series of lines and dots. “I think he’s talking, just not with words.

“What is that?” Steve asks, lost as to how lines and dots are so important.

“Morse code,” all the boys answer in unison.

Steve leans over you and whispers, “Why do they always do that?”

“You get used to it. Now shush.”

Hopper spells out the letters he remembers Will tapping. “H-E-R-E.”

“Here.” Everyone says out loud.

“Will is still in there. He’s talking to us.” The chief says, looking at Joyce.

Your eyes meet Jonathan’s and an idea comes to you. “If the memories we’re telling him are working, then what about music?”

Hopper thinks for a moment, but Jonathan has already run to his room to grab his stereo and cassette tapes, understanding exactly what you’re thinking.

A plan forms from there.

You, Jonathan, Mike, and Joyce all take turns telling Will stories while his favorite song plays. Should I Stay or Should I Go? Plays within the shed as memories fill it with warmth and Hopper taps out on a walkie everything that Will taps.

Inside the house, the kids, Nancy, and Steve all listen to the walkie and write down the morse code to decipher what Will is saying.

Jonathan tells him about real music, Mike recounts the time Will saved the party during one of their campaigns, Joyce talks about a kind moment from his childhood, and you tell him about the wonderful drawing he made for your birthday. The one of you, Jonathan, and the party fighting a dragon.

“You drew me as a princess and Jonathan laughed when he saw it. Said it was very fitting.” You say, nervously watching as Will frantically taps against his chair. “When you gave me the picture, I think I almost squeezed you to death when I hugged you. It’s still the best birthday gift I’ve ever been given–”

The sound of a telephone ringing cuts you off, and Will snaps his head up, no longer paying any attention to you.

You freeze, now realizing that the music has shut off. Will has to have heard it, and you know he’ll figure out where you guys are. His eyes droop shut and you slowly back away into Jonathan, who grabs you and pulls you even further away. He’s tense, you both are.

“Hey, can you hear me?” Joyce tries to draw Will back in, but he’s starting to pant as his eyes flutter rapidly underneath his eyelids.

“It knows. It knows where we are.” Hopper says as Joyce reaches for the sedative.

With one fluid movement, she injects Will and immediately he knocks out. His head falls forward, his breathing now back to normal. You pull at Joyce so that she faces you. “Did we knock him out in time?”

She doesn’t say anything, and Hopper runs outside while Jonathan and Mike join. The two of you stand in the shed alone, silent, both filled with dread.

Jonathan comes running back in. “They’re coming!”

“Shit!” You scramble to help him untie Will and you and Hopper use your knives to speed up the process. Your hands are shaking, but there’s no time to steady them.

Once Will is untied, Jonathan throws him over his shoulder and runs to the house. Joyce and Hopper follow and you grab Mike’s hand to make sure you don’t lose him. As you run, you hear the familiar screeches of the Demodogs and the hair on the back of your neck stands up.

They’re close.

Inside, you take the lead and shove everyone out of the kitchen. “Get to the living room. Now!”

“Y/N, what’s going on?” Steve is at your side now, his voice soft with fear.

You’re about to reassure him that it’ll be okay, to lie through your teeth, but then you see the kids by the windows and groan. “Get away from the windows!”

They scurry away and Hopper steps in, holding a shotgun that he offers to Jonathan. “Do you know how to use this?”

Jonathan looks around as if Hopper has asked someone else. “What?”

“Can you use this?”

While Jonathan stumbles over his words, Nancy confidently walks over. “I can.”

Hopper nods and tosses her the gun before turning to you, “I saw the switchblade earlier. Use it.”

You flick your wrist and extend the blades, doing as you’re told.

Everyone gathers around, with an assortment of weapons, and you get the insane urge to laugh. Of course you’re back here a year later, standing in Jonathan’s living room as monsters from another dimension threaten your loved ones.

Jonathan stands in front of Joyce while you stand in front of Dustin, knives raised to your face. Steve stands in front of you, his back facing you as he wields his bat, ready to defend you and your brother.

You make sure to keep an eye on Lucas and Max, who are to your left, trusting that Nancy has Mike as she and Hopper raise their guns.

All eyes are on the windows, no one says anything as you all wait. With every passing second, the howls and screeches outside get louder. Then, a loud screech comes from your right, and everyone turns around.

“What are they doing?” Nancy asks no one in particular, her voice shaky but her aim firm and strong.

You see the bushes rustling through the windows, and another snarl comes from the other side that causes you all to scream. There’s commotion outside, a series of screeches and thuds, and your body tenses, preparing itself to fight.

Suddenly, the screeching stops, and through the window a giant body gets thrown.

You scream and Steve shoves you and Dustin further behind him, but your brother realizes before you do what’s happened. “Holy shit.”

The Demodog lays motionless on the floor, its body limp, and you realize with a relieved sigh that it’s dead.

“Is it dead?” Max asks, as you all begin to approach its corpse.

“It is,” you confirm, too scared to ask the question of what the fuck killed it.

As Hopper pokes at the Demodog with his shoe, the front door creaks open, and everyone turns in alarm with weapons at the ready. The lock turns, and you feel a familiar sense of static. It’s been a year since you’ve felt the sensation, a year since the girl who could control things with her mind disappeared and left her memory behind.

It’s El.

She walks in, and you drop your knife in shock when you see that it’s her.

She’s grown so much since you last saw her, her hair is longer and she’s gotten taller. Her clothes are all black, her eyes smudged with makeup. Mike steps forward, you see the way his eyes fill with adoration.

You let out a soft cry, all the guilt and grief you’ve felt over the girl finally lifts, and you can breathe again.

She’s back.

El is alive.

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All my attention Part 7

warnings- swearing, slow burn, flirting, dirty talk, praise, romance,

words- 4.7k

If you'd like to read the previous parts → All my attention series

a/n- so if you're new here I am British and cannot speak any German, I speak a little French, Spanish and Italian but German- no. I also do not trust Google translate so this is gonna be like an avatar thing (if you've seen the newest one Jake says that their language just became normal or something along those lines) so in reality this is all in German, you as a reader know German but, its wrote in English... make sense? no... well. Also you guys are fucking amazing thank you for all the likes on not only All my attention but the hc and request story like it means so much ♡

(hey guys I'm finally back! I'm so so sorry this has taken so fucking long but I've been beyond busy these past few days and I've had no time to even go on my computer but anyways enjoy this- part 8 is about to be crazy thats all ima say, love you all)

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backstory- you are the 5th member of Tokio Hotel and you always thought the love was equally platonic between you and a certain guitarist... but what if that all changed?

I sat in the back of Gustav's dads car with a knocked out Georg and Tom who's eyes didn't leave me for the whole trip, everyone was in small slurring conversation chuckling and yawning struggling to keep themselves awake as it was 3:47am

I turned my body, Georg falling off my shoulder to lean on my back which I had to try not laugh at while facing Tom who had a small grin on his face "what?" I asked in a whisper

"nothing nothing" my eyebrows furrowed eyes scanning him, his fingers toyed with the ring on his other hand

"you sure?" he nodded before turning away to look out the window, leg bouncing "okay" I turned myself back, Georg again falling back onto my shoulder mumbling something "sorry" I whispered patting his arm which rested next to mine, I watched Tom still bounce his leg so with my free hand I placed it on his knee, he didn't look back but a breath fell from his body.

I felt us pull onto the drive and stretched my legs out as much as I could seeing the boy to my left fully wake up and get out the car giving his hand to drag me out to like he hadn't been snoring in my ear the entire ride, Tom grabbed my bag as I saw him swig it over his shoulder making Bill, Simone, Gustav and Bella laugh a lot more than it should leaving David to try shut them all up and get them into the house, I shoved Georg to the group watching him trip on thin air cursing until he hit the bonnet of the car bumping into Gustav

"Tom sweetie go take Y/n back so her mother wont pester me about it later" I laughed seeing the women wave her son to follow me home

"alright" he spoke going back out the house and pulled me with him "come on" his voice wasn't jokey like usual- he sounded pissed off but I decided it was best to shrug it off, he helped me cross the wall and up the steps to the front door

"thanks for today it was actually really fun" I gave a smile having my bag off him "did you hear what I said?" I asked seeing him only nod again "whats wrong? why are you acting like this?" I spoke in a angered whisper "you were fine with me- well more then fine with me until we got into the car then you acted like you didn't want to know me"

"its nothing I-i'm just tired Y/n I promise" his voice was softer but I couldn't believe him

"why was your leg shaking and why did you play with your ring then because you can't have been fine then hm?" he breathed out looking worried

"you saw the ring thing?"

"of course I did because I was worried about you" his eyes flicked to mine, I didn't drop his gaze feeling him get closer "you didn't speak much and then- then" I was hushed by his lips pressing against mine, his strong arms holding my back in a hug, I let my self melt back into him, my hands going across his hips kissing him back tenderly.

"there isn't another girl like you in the world Y/n" Tom pulled back placing his head on mine "not as caring, loving, sweet, cute, beautiful"

"are you proposing again?" I spoke with a tired laugh, he pressed a peck to the corner of my lips

"not yet sweetheart, goodnight" he let go cupping my jaw before walking to his house leaving me stunned 'not yet'?

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"Y/n- sunshine wake up!" I opened my eyes expecting to see my mom stood over me

"morning mo-BILL WHAT THE HELL!" I screamed seeing the boy pull away laughing, I curled my blanket around my shoulders falling back into my nest of pillows seeing the boy give me a look making me move over so he could sit with me. He jumped onto the bed beside me crossing his legs and leaning back onto the wall "what do you want at- 11:24 in the morning then, you're literally never awake at this time" I asked looking back at him from my alarm clock

"I think it's me who should be asking the questions Y/n-" a smile I'd never seen before spread across his face "so... last night" I tried to think back, I remember the meal, going to the night club, dancing, drinking a lot and- fuck

"err, yeah last night what about it?" I spoke trying to hide the nervous laugh from escaping my mouth

"oh come on you're not that stupid- I saw it y/n/n" I wanted the world to swallow me up whole- what did he see? god which part did he see?! "so wanna explain your little kiss with my brother on the door step last night?" I slid further into my bed pulling the sheets over my head whispering a 'no thanks' but Bill didn't take that as an answer ripping the sheets from above me "Hey! I wanna know your little secret with him!"

"its nothing- just like our usual flirting we do and have done since we were like 13!" Bill raised an eyebrow "okay fine maybe there's some little feelings-"

"I KNEW IT!" the boy danced grabbing my hands dragging me from the warmth of my blanket "YOU TWO LOVE EACH OTHER!" I rolled my eyes pulling my hands from the singer

"woah we don't 'love' each other- its just mutual appreciation!" I went to my door pulling a hoodie off the peg and slipping it on to try distract from the fact Bill knew of mine and Tom's little- thing

"well last night I can tell you he didn't describe it as 'mutual appreciation'" I felt my stomach drop- what the fuck had that man said! I looked to his twin who was holding his chest laughing it all up pointing to my face

"oh god what was he saying? was it only to you or did the others hear- oh my god I want to die!" I hid my face again, the red feeling like it was going to make my head pop, Bill pulled my desk chair out setting his legs onto the table in front

"no don't worry only to me- we were having a smoke while everyone was up stairs and he said- from what I remember 'Y/n's awesome right?' I agreed of course and then he went 'she notices everything and genuinely cares you know' and I was nodding along not really caring what he said because I knew he'd drank and shit but then- oh but then he said 'I just fucking love her, like actually love her' and when I say I dropped my fucking jaw-" I felt like I was going to pass out, did he say this all? he was drunk surely he didn't mean it? but what if he did? all the questions spun around my head mixing with the tiredness and hang-over form last night

"I don't know what to say-" my eyes met with Bill who still had that shit eating grin along his lips "fucks sake what now?" I asked seeing him dismiss me "no what is it?"

"he's down stairs" if I didn't feel like jumping from my window and running into the city never to return I did now, I didn't realise how embarrassed I'd be- but nobody was meant to know. Bill stood giving me a 'reassuring' pat on my shoulder and walked out my room down the stairs leaving me to now face Tom on my own.

ten minuets after I managed to pull myself down the stairs seeing my little sister sat with Tom holding her mini guitar she had from Gordon for her birthday (okay Stella playing guitar with Tom was requested and its the cutes mf thing) her small fingers eagerly playing all the strings while he tried to show her how to actually do it while containing his laughs "no-no Stella look watch me, like that boop boop boop" he sang in tune with the strings as he pulled them

"boop boop boop! Boop boo- Baba!" I smiled to the young girl who was no longer interested in the guitar running to me with a gummy grin "Baba you wake!"

"Hi Stell! I'm awake yeah!" I picked her up onto the side of my hip squeezing her tightly, she pointed to Tom who pointed back at her "who's that?" I asked seeing her little eyes work

"Tom!" I spun her around as she clapped to herself for remembering "and momma a-and daddy and Seesee" she did little grabby hands to Simone otherwise known as Seesee by Stella, I placed her to the floor so she could go sit with her, Bill and my parents. Tom had placed the neon pink guitar back and sat leaning into the cushions of the sofa

"she's gonna be a guitarist when she's older and I better get credit" he spoke eyes shut as I sat next to him flicking on the Tv

"no she'll be a singer like me" he laughed shoving me slightly but quickly grabbing my arm so I didn't fall off the end of the sofa...unlike the bed situation "have a voice better than Madonna and P!nk"

"probably I mean she's your sister after all" I looked over to him and caught his eyes already on me "what were you and Bill doing for so long up stairs anyways? he said he was gonna go wake you up then didn't come back down for like half an hour" fuck- the whole conversation came flooding back to my head, I couldn't keep this from him, he deserves to know as much as me... God why is life so annoying like that?

"smoke?" I asked getting up closely followed by him, we went to the front of the house as Stella was now playing mommies and daddies on the deck with Simone, we sat on the steps and he pulled his cigs from his sweatpant pocket "thanks- okay well... you need to not be angry alright" his head shot to mine with a weird look "say swear"

"swear" his voice was unsure sounding but he'd said it now

"right- so do you remember last night? besides the meal and club?" he took a long drag from the end of the cigarette

"yeah if you mean the me and you parts- clearly remember them" a smile replaced his straight face as he thought back to the night

"Bill knows" I spat out seeing his face immediately drop again, head snapping to me "he saw us- on here- last night" I breathed head dropping not being able to confront Tom's looks "and you also told him that you erm- that you love me... I mean you were drunk so it was probably just that mixed with us kissing and stuff" he was still silent, I could only hear his slight puffs as he had his cig

"Only Bill knows right?" I nodded bringing my head back up "Y/n don't worry he wont say anything- I promise you and well what I said I... I didn't not mean it" I finally let my gaze fall back to him. His hand moved from his knee to my thigh calming me instantly "I wish you didn't hear it from him but- I do love you" I was completely taken aback when Tom said it. I didn't expect to hear those three little words from him ever in the way he said them. I felt my heart racing and my palms started to sweat as I tried to process what he had just said again, I thought Bill was just overdramatising things but- no. it was both thrilling and terrifying. I looked into his eyes, and saw the sincerity there. I knew that he truly meant what he said

After a few moments of silence, I finally found my voice and confidence to even speak "I... I love you too" The smile that spread across Tom's face was one of pure joy, my heart soared. I felt adrenaline run through my body mixing with the blood flowing through my body as his hand moved to my face pulling me in gently, pressing his lips to mine for the first time since we really said 'love you' It was a different kiss to the others we'd shared, softer, loving, tender- I knew it wasn't going to lead to anything it was just a kiss to really set in stone our feelings- feelings we knew were more than we ever imagined having

"I've been waiting to say that to you for months- like properly say it to you not just in a friendly way" my head leaned onto his shoulder taking in his warmth as the afternoon breeze blew over my exposed legs, I stepped out my cigaret waiting for Tom to finish his looking up past his jawline that was so effortlessly sharp, skin so soft not a spot or blemish, his lips so perfectly fitted to his face, those eyes that when the sun hit them they went a golden brown "enjoying the view?" his voice rung looking down at me

"your pretty" I say back seeing a hot blush wipe over his cheeks "aww" I pecked his cheek standing up to go back into the house but a grasp on my leg stopped me, looking down I saw the wheels in his head turning

"wanna go on a date tonight?"

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I looked in the mirror one last time, checking the outfit- pulling my skirt down my thighs more and fixing my necklace- then my hair, I tried something different, a spiky bun which took so much time but finally I was done, I grabbed my phone and keys, money and sprayed myself with perfume. I looked to my clock "7:00 okay I have five minuets" I spoke to myself going down the stairs seeing my mom sat with my dad watching a movie "how do I look?" I spoke walking to them and they both smiled

"Beautiful sunshine! absolutely beautiful" she clapped her hand "did you take any photo's of yourself?" she asked getting ready to grab her camera

"of course she has Angelica its Y/n- you look lovely sweet" my dad laugh letting my mom getting comfy again into his chest "remind me what your doing again"

"Oh meeting with some old friends from school for a dinner thing-" I lied, I knew if I said 'oh going on a date with Tom' they'd be asking question after question

"so why is Tom driving you?"

"he's seeing some his mates not far so said he can drop me off " dad hummed and I herd a knock at the door "love you!" I called hearing a faint 'ditto' from the two as I walked out the house "hey!"

"wow-" Tom sounded, I smiled looking to him, red shirt with skulls, matching cap and blue bandana jeans "I feel underdressed by you now"

"come on- you look hot" a laugh escaped his lips as we went to his car, he opened the door for me giving his hand so I could get in "thank you" I grinned

"no problem babe" he climbed in to his side starting the engine making the car shudder awake, we started the drive, his hands between having to move the gear stick held my thigh, pressing the pads of his fingers when he was getting pissed of the the other drivers "your hair looks nice by the way" my heart melted, my eyes falling over to him

"I tried something different- I'm glad you like it" he nodded rubbing my leg before taking his hand away "where are we going by the way?"

"somewhere special- were like 2 seconds away- oh here" we pulled into a small car park which looked quiet empty which was refreshing, especially since the last time we went out- the car was full of flashes of light pulling us from the road, voices screaming and shouting our names as we tried to get the doors open but paparazzi knew we were coming and they wouldn't hold back on two teens. our names were bouncing around the mouths of people and people who wanted clear photos shoving forward making people knock into us. to even get to Tom I had to jump the hood of Tom's car to him, grabbing his arm as he pushed through the sea of lights shouting for them to move while we tripped over peoples feet, microphone cords and what not.

but this time it was silent besides the purrs of the cars that passed, I went to open my door but the dreadhead reached over slamming my door "stop being stupid" I breathed a laugh waiting for him to jog and open my door "m'lady"

"oh why thank you sir" he pressed a kiss to my cheek, not letting go of my hand, we walked into the restaurant named the 'star night lounge' and i nearly screamed "This-this is the one I was talking about like 6 months ago!" the boy nodded chuckling at my face

"I remember these things- come on we need to go in" hurriedly we walked in, the smell was the smell of romance, dark and rose, dimly lit tables placed around, candles hanging from rods on the wall "its better than the pictures" I nodded taking everything in

"welcome to star night lounge- how many?" a women asked with a smile looking to Tom to which he answered 2 "okay, if you'd like to follow me" she grabbed menus and turned away from us walking down a small entry way and turning to the left, we followed her and walked into the one room I remember falling In love with when I first saw it on the website "is this okay- I will say its a bit darker in here than other parts"

"this is amazing" I exhaled looking around

"no this is great, thank you" Tom spoke as the women left us, it was all perfect, the room, the night, Tom. we sat down quickly across from each other, small glances and smiles passed along the way, we weren't the only people in the room so the noise of small chatter and jazz music played in the background

"Tom this is amazing! I-i don't know that to say" my voice slipped "its just" his hand came over the table taking mine "I'm being a baby i'm sorry"

"its okay don't be sorry" his lips pressed against my knuckles "look you deserve a good date Y/n- I don't remember you once going out with Brian, I want to be better than he was"

"you already are" I smiled seeing him press another kiss to my hand "so much better- god there's a list"

"want me to be shocked?" he laughed "...you look so pretty in here babe" I felt like I could pass out there and then and never ever get back up, his thumb drawing over my fingers, eyes watching me and smiles plastered over our faces.

Together we flicked through the menu asking what each other might have, arguing over the same dish until we came to a settlement "Good evening- what can we get you for dinner to night?" a different women walked over with a calm smile pulling her pad and pen out, Tom nodded his head at me to go first

"I'll have the star burger please... with fries" she nodded writing it down and turned to Tom

"I'll have the kabab please- the er.. fuck which one?" his face went red looking over to me a slight panic in his eyes

"chilli kabab please- oh and two playboy bunny cocktails please and thank you" I ended letting the server take our menus and leave to the kitchen

"Y/n I didn't want that stupid cocktail!" he huffed falling back into thseat "it's a girly one" I rolled my eyes seeing him be a actual child, with my foot I rubbed his legs

"its one drink Thomas- grow up" his tongue pressed into his cheek, smirk creeping across his lips "you herd me"

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"Please Tom let me pay for my half at least" I pleaded seeing him shake his head "Tom!"

"Y/n I have it god sake put your money back" he said bluntly, snatching my change from my hand and throwing It back at me. I sat back glaring at him "don't look at me like that"

"like what?" I spoke seeing him roll his eyes but become distracted as the bill came over, he picked it up and his eyes widened the tiniest "lemme see" my hand went to reach over and grab the paper

"no" Tom turned to the other women swiping his card and the payment went through with a 'beep' and I fell back "thank you- Y/n come on"

"I hate you- why couldn't you let me pay?" I asked as he grabbed my hand pulling me from the restaurant "and how much was it?- thank you!" I smiled to the women behind the bar "a lot I bet and thats why you're not telling me huh?" I started again his hand tightened around mine, pushing me against the door of his car, my mouth zipped shut

"stop with the questions- I'd be a arsehole if I let you pay a single penny, so shut your pretty lips before I make you do something to keep you silent-" a red flush painted my body, his hooded eyes scanned me up and down "good" he lent forward pressing a kiss to the corner of my closed lips before opening the door for me to which I sat in and waited for his door to open.

the drive home was different- no words shared but so many things said with out looks, his hand holding my leg in place as he toyed with my skin giving me trails of goosebumps along my thigh, he threatened to push under my skirt, every time making me hold my breath waiting for some sort of friction but he just pulled away making me internally curse. we got home, our street dark, pulling into my drive nobody else was there sending a excited shock through my body.

We walked hand in hand up to my door- the same place as the night before, were we shared a kiss that would lead to us saying we loved each other not just platonically, Tom stood across from me, his hands hidden in his jeans "thank you for tonight Tom- I loved it so much"

"no problem- sorry I was a cunt about the bill, I didn't mean to sound so.. you know?" we shared a laugh as I walked to him wrapping my arms around his neck pulling him to look at me

"I liked it-" our lips met eagerly, I'd been waiting for this since we left the restaurant, the palm of his hand reached down, grabbing my ass, bringing me closer "fuck-" I let go to reach behind me to the door, opening it and pulling Tom in with me a terror washing over him

"Y/n what about your parents-" I turned back to him and smiled

"I forgot they were going out- they aren't here, Stella is at nans- it all okay" I kicked the door closed and his mood swung back, dragging my body back to him and hauling me up over his shoulder "TOM!" I screamed having to push myself up on his lower back as he carried my up the stairs, I felt the coldness of his lip ring as he pressed open kisses to my exposed thighs. we made it to my room where the main light was on and he dropped me onto my bed, crawling above me

"look at you- so beautiful below me hm?" I nodded my head listening to his every word "such a pretty girl"

"your girl-" I added seeing his face brighten slightly before falling dark again as his hand cupped my jaw

"all mine?" I nodded, his hand traveled to my waist sending a warm sensation through me "is this mine?" again I nodded my head, I felt his hand go down to my legs gently rubbing circles around the skin "is this mine?" like before I nodded "mhm.. and how about this?" his fingers drove to the inside of my thigh, involuntarily my legs parted just enough for his hand to palm me through my panties making me gasp "is this mine?"

"m-mhm, all yours Tom" I answered trying not to close my thighs around his hand, a sadistic smile painted his lips as he leaned down to me, hand not moving

"you like this don't you? with my hand just there- is there something you want?" I couldn't keep myself from him, crashing my lips onto him with so much want

"I-want-you" I spoke between kisses "please" I begged, Tom pulled off me, standing above looking down at me leaving me cold without his heat on me. he walked over switching the light off leaving us in a dim darkness, only light being from my desk, I watched as his hands went below his shirt pulling it over his head taking the cap and headband off too throwing them to my floor, his abs looked defined in the light, his muscles looking bigger than ever, the feeling between my legs only grew

"take a picture sweetheart" he purred going to his knees, the feeling of him unlacing my boots

"don't tempt me" I smiled leaning up to watch him pull the boots off and chuck them back under the bed and crawled back on top of me "thank you" I whispered into his ear

"no problem darling" he dove down into my neck, peppering kisses all over working down my chest as I struggled to keep myself propped up on the sheets, he stopped at the neck of my shirt looking up at me as I gave him a nod to take it off, he came back pressing another kiss to my lips before his hands pulled the top over my head exposing my bare chest to him, his eyes only became darker staring at me, I felt worried but the adrenaline soon kicked that as his lips pressed against mine pushing me onto the mattress below "god you are beautiful everywhere huh?" I grinned pushing him away giggling, he went down again, letting his lips go around my sensitive nipple, licking the bud until I was holding back a moan, his other free hand needing me, I let my nails dig into his back causing noises to fall from his lips

"shit- Tom Oh" I started feeling myself only get wetter, his teeth grated my skin coming back up to my neck "I- holy shit, i need you" I whimpered as his hands traveled to my thighs

"breath Y/n- I'm getting there sweetheart there's no rush" a sly smile gripped his mouth "relax"

"I am- just bored of waiting" I teased hooking my legs over his waist swapping our positions, him below me staring up in shock "relax" I mimicked

"watch your mouth" my hips rolled against his as his words exited him "Y/n-" Tom warned

"what? can't take it?" my voice was thick of lust, drowning his ears, pressing a kiss to his skin working down to his exposed collar bone "or is it you don't want me?" I whined to him, pushing myself down harder hearing a groan from him

"you're a tease y/n/n" I laughed letting my hands circle his chest

"shame..." I breathed "is this hard for you Tommy?" his eyes closed at the nickname, mouth tightening shut, his hands holding my highs still, squeezing harder than before, his jeans feeling much tighter "hm- I guess it is" as I went to climb off Tom pulled me back, slamming my torso to his

"don't you dare" our eyes met, I grinned at him but he wasn't as happy "I'll wipe that smile away in a second doll"

"yeah?" he nodded "do it Kaulitz"

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[heyiwrotesomethings]

DEMON SLAYER CUZ YESSSSSSSS.

shinobu x female reader

I wanna kick uzuis ass again soooooooo

Uzui is being a dick to everyone because he is in a mood and make fun of shinobu (u find the reason nth comes to mind rn) and the reader having an awful day herself kicks his ass and brings him to his wives "next time that disgrace you call a husband insults my soon to be wife again I'm gonna cut his tongue of and shove it so far up his ass it will come out of his mouth again 🙃

have a good day ladies oh and do keep him a check or I will 🙂 byeeeee"

gl finishing all of those rqst

Bad Morning

Shinobu Kochou x She/Her Reader

A/N: I don’t know what’s up with me, but this threat was a bit too descriptive for me and since this is like, at least the third time we’re beating Uzui up, this one is kind of lackluster, apologies! Hopefully I still got the message across lol. Hope you still like it! Word Count: ~1,220

Uzui Tengen woke up on the wrong side of the bed earlier that morning. Which was to say Suma had accidentally pushed Makio out of bed, which in turn lead to Makio dragging her out of said bed by the ankles in retaliation. Tengen tried his best to ignore them and focus on Hinatsuru’s cute mumblings as she turned to lay on her other side, but Makio’s growls and Suma’s cries made it downright impossible.

“Could you two keep it down, goddamnit! Why does this have to happen every morning?!”

“Maybe we should invest in a bigger bed.” Hinatsuru murmured, pressing a pillow over her head.

“Or we just make Suma sleep on the floor. She kicked me last night too and I have the bruise to prove it!” Makio pulled up the hem of her sleepware to show the bruise her thigh was sporting and Suma wailed.

“I’m sorry! Let me kiss it better! Don’t make me sleep on the floor Makio, please!”

“Nobody is sleeping on the floor!” Tengen groaned. “I’ll get a bigger bed, okay? Can I just get one more hour of sleep—“

“Caw!” Nijimaru came in through the window with flapping wings and rattling beads. A damn fine, flamboyant bird if Tengen did say so himself, but he couldn’t think of anyone he’d rather see less at the moment. “You’ll be late for the meeting if you stay in bed any longer, Uzui!”

“Damn it all, that’s today?” Tengen shot out of bed, jamming his toe against the bedside table. He cursed and limped his way to the bathroom, now even more pissed because he would have to skip his morning skin care routine if he was going to make it to Oyakata-sama’s mansion in time.

He barely had enough time to bathe and put on his makeup before heading out the door. No time to even eat breakfast. At least Suma ran him some toast at the door and jumped up to give him a quick peck on the cheek. It certainly made up for the rude awakening at least, sweet girl.

Still, all the toast and kisses in the world couldn’t make him shake off the sour mood he was in. His morning routine was sacred. When his routine was disturbed, it honestly felt like his whole day was ruined.

People have bad days. It’s normal to maybe ask for a little space, to tell people you aren’t really feeling yourself, but the moment you use your bad morning as an excuse to be shitty to other people, then expect your day to get much, much worse.

“Iguro, come on man. Can you get your scrawny ass outta my way? Shouldn’t you be sitting like a broody tree’d raccoon by now?”

“We’re talking, walk around. It’s a fucking garden.” Sanemi was quick to shoot back as Obanai glared.

“Nobody can make anything easy today, can they?” Tengen sighed loudly, bumping into Sanemi as he walked past the two fuming men.

He rested in his usual spot, hoping to maybe get a little bit more sleep in before the Master arrived. However, Mitsuri was talking up a storm with Shinobu and (Y/n) and the excitement in her voice as she spoke made it hard for Tengen to relax.

“She made me dango for helping me get her cat out of the tree! Isn’t that great? It was really good too! And then—!”

“Gods, Kanroji,” Tengen groaned, “would it kill you to take a page out of Tomioka’s book and be quite for once?”

“Hey! What the hell is your problem?” (Y/n) scowled.

“Just because you woke up on the wrong side of the bed, it doesn’t give you license to make everyone else around you feel miserable as well.” Shinobu chimed in, she put a reassuring hand on Mitsuri’s shoulder while she gave Tengen a disapproving look.

“I’m gonna kill that bastard.” Obanai growled, Kaburamaru hissed in agreement.

“Perhaps you should take a page out of Tomioka-san’s book and butt out of conversations that have nothing to do with you, hm? Contrary to what your ego may tell you, the world does not revolve around you.” Shinobu added for good measure.

“Big words for somebody so small. I could crush you like a grape between my fingers.”

“Uzui, my friend! You should stop talking before you say something you’ll really regret!” Rengoku advised.

“So disgruntled,” Shinobu tisked pityingly, “Given how out of sorts you are this morning, I doubt you could even brush me with those meaty, perpetually sweaty hands.

Tengen took a deep breath through clenched teeth, but (Y/n) spoke up before him, her voice low, warning,

“Uzui-san, I’d listen to Rengoku-san if I were you. Act like an adult and let it go. With any luck, the meeting will be over in an hour and you can sleep the rest of the day away.”

“Tch,“ Tengen sneered, “how about this, you tell your little, and I do mean shrimpy, puny, girlfriend to zip it, and then I will too.”

“I am not her keeper.” (Y/n) said through gritted teeth.

“Well if she can’t keep her mouth shut, why should I?!”

“Ah, my deepest apologies, Uzui-san,” Shinobu began, not looking very sorry at all, “(Y/n) and I had a rather late night in the lab ourselves. My mistake for trying to hold you to the same standards we hold ourselves to.”

Tengen was seeing red. He wanted to wipe that perfect little smile right off of Shinobu’s face and before he could think better of it, he had thought of something to say that would hit her where it would hurt.

“Wipe that fake-ass smile off your face, little Kanae wannabe. You want to imitate her so bad, start by acting like less of a bitch maybe.”

Well, that sure made the smile fall from Shinobu’s lips. Her expression became impassive, an eerie blankness, but no one took the time to really notice because (Y/n) was already leaping to her feet, kicking up pebbles that scattered over Tengen’s thighs as she got closer.

“The fuck did you just say?!” Sanemi growled, his head snapping towards Uzui.

“Uzui-san, I know you can be abrasive, but that kind of talk is unacceptable.” Gyomei spoke up for the first time that day and that was how Tengen knew he might have really fucked up.

“Okay, okay, you are a fucking dead man now! I don’t give a damn about you not getting your beauty sleep, you wanna play nasty, we’ll play nasty alright!”

(Y/n) knew Shinobu could take care of herself, but she also knew that Uzui had hit a nerve. Like Shinobu had said, they had a tough night, tougher than Uzui’s, she imagined. She had been helping Shinobu with her latest experiment on her journey to find a poison that could end an Upper Moon.

Despite all of the promising research, the experiment had fallen flat, or well, more accurately caused a small explosion that (Y/n) and Shinobu spent the next three hours cleaning up after. Thankfully they had been wearing the proper gear during the whole ordeal, but they still smelt overwhelmingly of wisteria.

(Y/n) got close enough to Uzui that he could smell it on her and the potency stung his nose. She grabbed him by the collar of his uniform and he engulfed her wrist with his hand—

“Oyakata-sama is coming!” Mitsuri squealed, noticing two of the Master’s children leading him around the building. It must have been one of his good days and he decided to take a stroll.

“I’m not done with you.” (Y/n) hissed, letting go of Uzui’s uniform with a shove before quickly dropping to the ground.

“You’re like a yappy little dog,” he sneered, “All I gotta say is, ‘boo!’ and you’ll be shaking in your sandals.”

“The first thing I’m gonna do is cut out your own tongue and feed it to you, asshole.”

Tengen grit his teeth together. The Master was much too close now to continue trading vulgarities.

Tengen started out the meeting boiling hot, but listening to the Master speak had its usual calming affects and before Tengen knew it, he was in a relaxed, meditative state. It was the closest thing to sleep one could have while awake. It was like magic. The Master bid them all farewell and Tengen inhaled deeply, then released a relaxed exhaled, tension leaving his shoulders. He felt so much better—

(Y/n)’s fist came sailing at him with all the force of a mantis shrimp and she decked him, making direct contact with his temple.

“Alright Uzui, how about you and me go for a little stroll?” (Y/n) grunted, heaving the hulking man to his feet was no simple task, especially now that he was having a hard time standing up himself after that vision spotting hit. She turned to look back at Shinobu with adoration and concern, “Would you like to come along, dear?”

“I suppose.” Shinobu shrugged before rising to her feet as well. Truthfully, she didn’t want to have to look at Uzui for another minute, but if (Y/n) accidentally killed him, that would be one less Hashira and they were already spread thin enough as it was.

The remaining Hashira, that cared enough to, watched on as (Y/n) pulled Tengen away from the mansion by his ear, very thankful they weren’t in his shoes at that moment.

Tengen shuffled down the path, bending with (Y/n)’s sharp pushes and pulls while the two women discussed what they should eat for lunch. Sadistic beings…

Though it was hard for his eyes to focus because of that sharp punch to his temple, he soon recognized the scenery and realized (Y/n) was taking him home, to what end, he was afraid to find out.

“Good afternoon, ladies.” He heard (Y/n)’s muffled voice through the ringing in his ears.

“Oh gods, what did he do this time?” Makio groaned.

“(Y/n)-san, I don’t know what he did, but please, be a little more gentle with him.” Hinatsuru requested hesitantly.

She was hesitant because she knew her husband had a track record of saying or doing stupid things. Even Suma, the most sympathetic of the bunch, could agree that sometimes getting slapped around a little bit was warranted when it came to their husband’s unfiltered words and uncouth actions.

“Don’t worry, I caught him off guard with the first punch, so I didn’t go any further. I probably nearly fractured his skull since he didn’t think to defend himself at all, don’t you think so, Shinobu?”

“Oh yes, given how he’s been wobbling, and that he threw up in the bushes on the way here, it’s safe to say he would have been in real trouble if you had decided to keep going.”

Makio, Hina and Suma paled, quickly taking possession of their loopy husband when (Y/n) offered him to them. It was difficult to keep all that muscle up right, so they could only imagine just how furious (Y/n) was to have been able to basically drag him all the way home.

“The next time your disgraceful, woefully un-flamboyant husband says or does anything that hurts my fiancée, intentionally or not, he may not make it back to you in one piece. Understand?”

“Yes, we’ll talk to him. I’m sorry.” Hinatsuru hung her head low.

“You have nothing to apologize for, but when your husband snaps out of it, you might suggest he start looking for ways to atone because I’m not quite so sure I could hold myself back if I see him again too soon. That single punch was not satisfying at all.”

“We’ll work on it.” Makio swore.

“We promise! Please don’t kill him!” Suma sobbed.

“I won’t kill him, too much paperwork.” (Y/n) promised, then after a pause added, “Well, I wouldn’t kill him on purpose anyway.”

“Here,” Shinobu stepped up to the three horrified looking wives and handed Hinatsuru a small paper bag, “I suspect he has a concussion. I have provided all instructions and materials needed to give him proper treatment.”

“Thank you…” the three answered in unison.

Shinobu gave them a short nod of acknowledgment before linking back up with (Y/n). The two strolled off like nothing had happened, smiling and gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes as they disappeared over the hill.

“We need that new bed stat!” Suma said with an exhausted sigh as the trio dragged Tengen into the house.

“I think our dumbass husband needs a personality check more.” Makio grunted.

#demon slayer oneshots #kny oneshots #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #shinobu x reader #shinobu kocho x reader #shinobu kochou x reader #requests #anonymous

[kidney9-9]

Sickness - Severus Snape

Anonymous asked: I had a idea where stepdad snape x reader. Where the reader faint and get a fever that make them mumble random thing and snape have to care for them while teaching

Hi anon I hope you enjoy! Thank you for sending this in :)

stepdad!Severus Snape x Reader [Platonic/Fluff] Warnings: sickness, some teasing, and cursing Word Count: 1.7k

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You woke up sniffling and coughing into your blanket as your friend nudged you again. “Come on, seriously, you’re going to be late to breakfast.” She groaned at you, shaking her head as she saw the snot and drool stuck on your face.

You wiped it off with a sleepy sigh, pushing yourself to get up. “Miranda, just go without me, I’m too tired.” Your response made her irritated, as it was the third day you woke up sick and skipped breakfast. She didn’t like going alone, especially after one of the other girls pranked her earlier in the year and these past few days, your absence made breakfast a lonely ordeal.

“No, this is it, or I’m going to tell everyone you talk about Filch in your sleep.” Miranda retorted, pulling the blanket off your body, and then taking a hold of your arm. She tugged it at first, as if she was trying to wake you up more, but you groaned and moved away, burying your face into your pillow.

“Yeah? Go ‘head, I don’t care.” Your voice came out mumbled and Miranda rolled her eyes and started pulling your arm to get you out of bed. With a huff of air, she managed to pull you to the edge of your bed and instantly you started to feel goosebumps and you tried grabbing your blanket but failed. As you reached over to get the blanket, Miranda shoved it away from you, causing you to stumble out of the bed.

Surprisingly, she apologized after hearing your groan of pain and then chuckled as you looked around your surroundings, confused.

“Come on already, everyone’s left.” She spoke up again, poking you repeatedly on your nose as you closed your eyes again.

“No,” You responded slowly, dragging out the “o” sound. “I’m just going to sleep…” You drifted off, eyes fully closed, and you were still shivering but fell back to sleep.

Miranda left with a frustrated noise coming out, knowing you’d probably wake up within a few minutes, complaining to her and asking why she didn’t wake you up.

As soon as you did wake up, you added a few extra layers of clothing, feeling too cold. You knew you were sick, but it was probably just a small bug that other people had at the moment too. It would just go away, hopefully by the end of the day or the next since you’ve already on day 3 of sickness.

You rushed as fast as you could to get to the great hall in time, just hoping you had enough time to grab a piece of toast or something simple. Once you got there, it was completely ending and you squeezed your eyes shut with a heavy sigh, “Ugh, stupid,” You murmured to yourself, then turned to walk to your first class.

If you were late already, it didn’t matter how late you were, right? So, you slowed your walk to catch your breath and you yawned, feeling another set of chills hit you. It was a few minutes later in your walk that you finally got to the class.

You snuck in quickly, hoping to avoid the scrutiny of the teacher. You sat next to Ginny, who sent you a worried glance.

“Are you alright?” She whispered to you, as you pulled out one of your notebooks. You watched the teacher’s movements for a moment before you responded to her with a quick nod.

“Yeah, just got up late. Ya’know how it is.” You shrugged.

When your stepdad, Severus Snape, walked into the classroom, everyone was confused.

“I’ll be taking over this lesson since the teacher needs to finish grading your tests from last class.” He spoke up, clearing his throat. His eyes swept the entire classroom and ended on you, focusing on your figure.

You were slouched over in your seat, and you looked so pale and sickly. He couldn’t really tell what was wrong or if there was a problem from where he was looking from, but it seemed like you were slacking in the class.

“Y/n, sit up and pay attention or I’ll take 10 points from your house.”

You rolled your eyes to yourself before you sat up and nodded to him silently. You weren’t ready to deal with your stepdad, he was always harsh on you specifically. You knew it was because he expected you to be the best you could be, and he always supported you in your studying at home and in school.

You resisted a sigh and placed your elbow on the table and your head in your hand, leaning on it.

“We’re going to review the last three lessons for your final now. Get in pairs and pull out your wands.” He continued with the lesson, eyes leaving you. He scowled as a pair of students chuckled together at something and he slapped his hand on their desk.

“Would you like to repeat what you said to the class?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“Uh, well… It’s just Y/n looks like shit right now.” The kid snickered again, and you scoffed loudly and tiredly.

“Well, you don’t look your best, Francis.” You spat back from across the room. Your stepdad sent both of you a glare.

“No talking. If you were truly concerned for your classmate’s appearance, you could have told me privately.” Snape snapped at the student. You bit back a smile from your stepdad defending you but then your smile dropped when he turned to look at you.

“And you, don’t think you can get away with talking back at people.” He told you with a frown. You pouted back at him, then coughed into your arm.

The next few minutes you started to feel worse. Your dizziness started to get out of control and your hearing went in and out, and you couldn’t hear what Snape was saying – or what your partner was trying to tell you.

Your eyes rolled back as you slumped back into the chair, fainting and then falling down to the ground from your chair.

The noise stopped everyone, and they all snapped their heads in your direction, on the floor. There you lay, still fully passed out. Ginny was the first one to react, getting up and rushing over to you.

“Y/n! Y/n, are you okay?” She asked, carefully placing her hands on your shoulders, and shaking you gently. You didn’t wake up, only shifted in her hold.

Snape finally walked over, concern written all over his face. “I’ll take it from here.” He told Ginny, who nodded back and hesitantly went back to her seat.

He picked you up slowly and walked to the front of the class, laying you on the desk. That was when you mumbled something and he didn’t hear it, he leaned closer to you, trying to hear what you were saying.

“Chicken nuggets…windows.”

He scrunched his face up in disbelief and amusement at your whispers, and firmly placed a hand on your arm.

“Y/n, wake up.” He said, leaning down to your ear. And within a minute or so you finally started to stir, saying something else again.

“Motor pigeon.” You murmured, coughing in your sleep. And with a squeeze of your arm, you finally woke up, confused.

“Huh?” You let out, looking around. Snape looked at you in concern, “You passed out. Keep laying down here, you’re excused from the lesson. I’ll take you to the infirmary when class is over. You’re not allowed to walk there by yourself.”

“Hm? Okay…dad.” You mumbled, slipping out the “dad” word. He stared at you with wide eyes in shock at the word, then glanced away, shaking his head.

“You should have let us know earlier when you were sick.” He told you before he went back to teaching. He tried his best not to react to the dad word in front of the class, but on the inside, he was totally surprised.

It was the first time you called him that seriously. You’ve said it before as a joke and each time you joked about it, it made Snape wish you called him that seriously because you would become a complete family that way – he would know that you accepted him as a father figure.

He continued the class and waited slightly impatiently for it to end.

When it ended, he didn’t wait for the students to leave. Instead, he picked you up and rushed you out of the classroom.

He didn’t care about others seeing him do this, he had to make sure you were okay.

“Y/n, we’re going to the infirmary now.” He whispered down to you, seeing that you were still in and out of it.

You mumbled back, “Thank you.”

He placed you on one of the beds and sighed deeply. Poppy Pomfrey walked up to the two of you and raised her eyebrows and set her hands on her hips.

“Now, what do we have here?” She asked softly, staring down at you in concern. Snape’s eyes left your form and stared up at Poppy.

“She fainted during class and has a fever. I’m not too sure how long she’s had the fever for.” He spoke truthfully.

“Aw dear, I’m sorry.” She whispered down to you and pet your head gently. You curled into her touch, feeling out of it.

“I’ll give her some potions and she should stay here for a day for observation. She’ll be okay tomorrow, would you like to come back tomorrow and pick her up?” Poppy asked, starting to prepare some potions to help your sickness.

“No, I’m staying here for a while.” He responded.

He needed to make sure you were okay. While you slept, he stayed by your side and alerted your mom about what happened, with a letter. He stayed there until you woke up the next day, feeling a lot better. He didn’t care that he missed a few classes, he had someone else cover for him.

“I’m glad you’re okay now.” He spoke up, gently placing a hand on your shoulder. You nodded back to him and smiled.

“Thank you for helping me.” You replied, sniffling slightly.

“By the way… did I call you dad?” You brought up, embarrassed.

“You did.” He nodded back to you.

“I’m sorry!” You squeaked out, sitting up straight, then laying back down, feeling a bit dizzy.

“No need to apologize, I’d like to be called that if you feel comfortable.” He sighed, and you smiled back at him.

“Okay, dad.”

#severus snape x reader #severus snape x you #snape x reader #snape x you #professor snape x reader #professor snape x you #harry potter fanfiction #thank you for reading

[diorcities]

ㅤ᳤ ♡᳣̶ rocket (zcl)

♡ genre: smut, pwp. ♡ wc: 1k ♡ an: read midnight for context !!

from the moment you were bold enough to fool chenle, you knew.

what were you thinking? apparently nothing, for the fact that you hadn't even been smart enough to make excuses that could stand on their own. and lies had short legs. “you should know by now.” his voice vibrates, words loaded with poison in your ear. “stupid little thing.” his grip takes hold of your hair, and pulls. a lash takes your breath away before his mouth settles on yours. a wild and fervent kiss takes place in the space between, swallowing your moans at each thrust of his hips.

his hectic breathing hits your cheek while pounding his cock into you. heart beating erratically under his rib cage. oh, he's railed up. a smile appears on your face when you know that you are the reason, hearing chenle huff. “of course you find this amusing,” he says, without slowing his pace. “f-fu—uck.” your eyes roll to the back of your head as a white noise numb your senses. “are you cumming?” he asks, suddenly stopping. a laugh whips him above your tearful moans. “funny, i don't recall saying you can cum.”

he sits on his knees, his hand still tangled in your hair, pulling your head back. even though you can't see it, you know what he's looking at. it still burns on your skin the scourge you received a few hours. “so pretty. thinking he has a chance with you.” a lash of pure joy invades you when he slaps the flesh of your ass and shoves his dick deeper. you bite your lips to repress the groan in your throat. it doesn't work. “now you match,” he informs, with humor all of a sudden.

“up,” he commands, watching you arch your back and lift your ass. his hand grabs your waist and squeezes it, using his legs to press yours together, he starts to rock his cock in and out. “s-shit,” he breathes, “so tight, mm? bet he also likes that.” you can't help but laugh under your breath but ended up moaning when he speeds up.

he fucks you, just like you like it. mercilessly. releasing your hair to use both hands to press your back against the mattress, while his dick slid in and out, making you moan and scream due to the intensity of his thrusts. he pants, euphoric, dizzy. feeling his muscles hurt for the effort he makes to plow his cock harder into you. “chenle, f-fuck!” you swear you're about to burst. sensing a tingle in your limbs, you spread your legs, allowing him to hit deeper. ass cheeks clapping with his hips each time he fuck you into the mattress. incoherent sounds coming out of your mouth. sensing your checks wet because of the overwhelming sensation.

“can he fuck you this good? don't think so.” he curses when he feels you pulsing around his cock. “s-shit.” he must be under a spell. never have enough of you. knowing where you have been, thinking you were fucking with someone else. he feels the need to mark you, so everyone knows you're his. that he can fuck you better. “what did you say?” he asks, hovering over you, “say it louder.”

“y-you can f-fuck me harder than that.” you pant as he laughs.

a long-drown moan left your lips as all your nerves suffer a shot of raw pleasure. feeling the sensation spread through your bloodstream from your core. chenle doesn't stop as you squirm when your high almost leaves you unconscious. hands reaching his stomach, tensing under your palm before he abruptly pushes them away by his grip, using it now to pull you closer to him while he penetrates you. “no need to call for jesus, baby,” he mocks when he hears you mumbling under your breath. “not when you've been behaving like this.” the constant friction of his cock between your walls make your high a past story, now arching your back further, mouth filling with moans that drip from your lips like a flood.

he's fucking you senseless. eyes shut as the white noise covers your vision and hearing. putting you in a hand lock while you feel his breath hitting your bare back, body jolting as he plows you. feeling how angry he is, and how wet that makes you feel. body flowing in the sea of spasms that attacks you when you remember why he's upset with you. “s-shit.” the sounds of your damp pussy fill the room along with your grunts. grabbing your ass cheeks and spreading the flesh so he can have a look at it. “mmm... does it look as good as it sounds?”

a muffled moan comes from his lips the moment he stops. feeling your walls swallow his pulsing cock until he pulls it out and spills his load in your ass. your walls tighten around nowhere as you await the resumption of your pelvis. you still feel it pressing against you, erect as it drips the rest of his seed onto your skin, wishing he had done so inside. “chenle.” he hums, mesmerized, watching his work of art before you bring him back to reality. he laughs, wickedly, before imprinting the most condescending, passive-aggressive voice he has, “sorry, love. you're only allowed to nut once, right now.” however, the result is entirely the opposite of what you expected, you can't bother. not when he has used that tone that turns you on every time.

he leans over you to take his phone. so you stay there, hearing the clicking sound of his phone followed by a flash when he takes a picture of his semen on your ass cheek. and then you smile languidly at a thought. now feeling his seed on the mark haechan left when he spanked you.

“i should remind him that you're mine and not his.”

#chenle smut #chenle drabbles #nct dream smut #zong chenle smut #♡chenle

[rosewaterandivy]

7. gold teeth and curse for this town

Summary: Rumor has it, that hometown hero-turned-teacher Steve Harrington is hot for teacher. The English teacher next door to him at Hawkins High, who also happens to be his childhood friend, that is.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x chaotic!dumbass reader

Warnings: 18+, no use of y/n - reader goes by the nickname Trouble instead, cursing, sexual situations (caught masturbating, slight voyeurism), spring break shenanigans, traveling idiots, Modern!Teacher AU, English teacher reader, History teacher Steve, slow burn, friends to lovers, romance.

A/N: This chapter is borne out of my current nostalgia for travel and Southern CA that I’m going to make everyone’s problem (the end of grad school cannot come soon enough!). Get ready to repress some 6K of feelings, questionable advice and coping mechanisms - reblogs, comments, and likes are always appreciated, reposting my work, however, is not; enjoy! 💜

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Now, Spring Break, IND ➡️ DFW ➡️ PSP ➡️ Joshua Tree, CA

You hustle Steve out of the loft with ample time to get to the airport. Unlike some people, you operated on the maxim that early is on time and on time is late. As a result, you and Nancy made for fantastic travel companions, you and Steve however…

“Christ, who pissed in your cereal this morning?!”

You sigh in exasperation at his outburst, grabbing your suitcase and shouldering your backpack while Steve locks the car. His hair is a travesty, sticking up every which way like he slept in a barn, he’s so put off by it he’s opted for a blue baseball cap today proclaiming, ‘If you ain’t a fisherman, you ain’t shit’ that he’d stolen from Hopper at some point.

“Eat my ass, dude!”

He stops short at that, causing you to collide with his back. You kick the back of his legs with your scuffed shoes, trying to jumpstart the whole walking thing. But no, Steve just stands there like a statue.

When he finally gets going again after a shake of his head, you swear he mumbles something under his breath. It sounds an awful lot like, “You’re killing me, woman.”

Whatever. He’s killing you— all stupidly attractive and mussed from an early morning wake-up call. 

Which, to be fair, was definitely unintentional on your part. Nancy could’ve done you a solid and warned you about the thin wall between your room and Steve’s. Quiet and discreet your ass, you’d be having words with Bellesa’s customer service later.

It was preventative, if anything, because you’re conscientious like that. Just a little something to take the edge off before spending the better part of a week alone with Steve. That baby pink sucker should’ve come with a warning, or maybe you’re just that wound up. 

Regardless, being less than mindful of your volume resulted in Steve barging into your bedroom right as you were about to come— hand grasping the vibe at just the right angle and shoved down the front of your shorts, shirt rucked up against your chest.

“What the fuck?!” you screech, orgasm slipping back from whence it came. You’re paralyzed in shock, startled by a rumpled, sleep-drunk, shirtless Steve in his boxer-briefs, which were doing fuck-all to help the situation at hand.

Speaking of which… You make a frantic grab for the covers to pull them up and over yourself, clicking the vibe off and stashing it under some pillows.

Meanwhile, he just stands there, steadily growing various shades of pink and breathing heavily. “I thought– You were—” he attempts, tongue-tied and dumbfounded. 

The realization hits him like a ton of bricks. His jaw drops open, useless, as he takes what he hopes will be a steadying breath in. But that’s of no use, because why would the universe ever cut him a break?

You sail beneath his nose, wafting from the movement of the sheets as you hastily cover yourself and that scent— that intoxicating sweetness he remembers pulling out of past lovers, sucking off his fingers, savoring in his throat— crashes into him with its entire, terrifying, exhilarating implication.

He’s utterly baffled. The kind of hard-hitting no shit moment you get when someone tells you the answer to a riddle you’ve been chewing on for hours, trying to decipher that missing component you just can’t get a grip on. And when the answer wakes up your brain, and your brain face-palms itself, you’re walloped with both relief and irritation.

In Steve’s case, he’s walloped with the scent of spearmint toothpaste and soap-clean skin only lightly musky. Saltiness lingering from an evaporated sheen of sweat, a dampness that dried over, previously wet from a specific type of touch.

Fuck.

He promptly turns on his heel with a muttered apology, body rigid and ramrod straight with tension, bathroom door latched before you can ask him where he’s going. He turns the water on for the shower and steps inside. Starts almost too fast, grip on his cock clumsy and impatient. Steve squeezes and pulls off, then he does it again, the drag of his fist making a delicious, sloppy sound—Do you wonder about him? Those nights you go on half-hearted dates and come back early, shrugging, “Felt weird to— There wasn’t much of a connection,” and plop back down, contented to be next to him. Is that something, too?

He should have fucked you a long time ago on the couch to the soundtrack of a forgotten movie. On the counter, interrupting breakfast, scrabbling for something to grip, knocking shit over, too fevered to care.

He’d do you right. Do you long and good and how you deserve.

“Steve—" you’d cry for him, “Can’t believe we haven’t done this before.”

“Yeah,” he’d say, “You’re so fucking warm, and hot, and my god, I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t take it anymore. Gonna get up inside you, baby, gonna open you up, gonna ruin you for everyone else.”

And with that image, Steve comes so much it’s astonishing. He shudders uncontrollably, gasping out loud with the wind knocked out of him, and arches up toward the ceiling like he might levitate. And then, on the comedown, because being backed up for who knows how long wound him up for the kind of orgasm that decides to return for an encore, he comes again.

You get through security swiftly, the TSA agent from last time making conversation, checking your IDs and asking if you had another hilarious shirt on today.

“Nope,” you say, popping the ‘p’ and jerking your thumb behind you to Steve, “It’s all him today.”

The agent nods and smiles, surveying Steve and his stupid hat quickly. Hands back your IDs and with a laugh, “Have a good trip!”

You save yourself from saying you too! but just barely. Brain still fried from your earlier interrupted activities, no thanks to the man following closely at your heels.

Steve doesn’t say a word until you’re seated on the plane. And even then, it’s less of a word and more of a clearing of his throat that prompts your attention.

“I’m, uh, sorry,” he says, refusing to meet your eyes, “For earlier today. I honestly thought you were like, having a nightmare or something.”

You fail to stifle your laugh. “Steve,” you chuckle, “If the women you’ve been seeing sound like they’re having nightmares when they come—”

“I wouldn’t know,” he interrupts, lips pulled tight. “Not really seeing anyone at the moment.”

You make a silent ‘oh,’ eyes blowing wide. What were you supposed to say to that?

He busies himself with his backpack, pulling out a book and some headphones. You do the same, placing a worn copy of The Devil’s Highway on your lap and settling headphones around your neck.

Something nudges at your calf. You turn from the flight attendant’s spiel to find a folded piece of paper held between two of Steve’s fingers. He flexes them toward you and you, bewildered, take it from him as he returns to his book.

Curious, you run a finger across its worn edges as it unfolds. A familiar scrawl greets you, ‘IOU one explanation.’

Your own. 

Shit, the devil’s really in the details, isn’t he?

Your vision shuffles like a deck of cards, mind racing back to Christmas morning as you quickly ripped off a scrap of paper from a receipt and wrote this on the back of it before stuffing it into Steve’s stocking.

Your tongue darts out the wet your chapped lips, firmly back in the present. It wasn’t supposed to go like this. You were supposed to be better prepared, thoughts in some logical order, feelings sorted (well, mostly) before Steve played this card.

You were supposed to know what the fuck you would do.

How you felt about him.

You’ve folded the paper back up and shoved it into your pocket without even realizing it. Dazed and confused while the captain makes an announcement, prompting the cabin for take-off.

Steve’s hand finds yours against the armrest, warm and familiar fingers tangling up with yours. Headphones secured on both of your ears, you take a deep breath as your stomach momentarily suspends itself while the plane takes off; inertia giving way to weightlessness. A squeeze of your hand before you lose yourself for a few hours, the playlist, courtesy of your best friend, sailing through your ears.

Best friends, ex-friends 'til the end / Better off as lovers and not the other way around.

Steve could kick himself for that stupid IOU, you’d been distant and quiet for most the day now. Barely said anything at all during the layover in Dallas, fucking hell. He’d left you to collect the bags while he dealt with the rental car. But he can’t drag his thoughts away from you, your eyes wide as you read the note, posture changing instantaneously. 

He interacts politely with the concierge but it’s clear his mind is somewhere else; he hopes he doesn’t come off as rude. When he makes his way back to you, wading through the crowds at the Palm Springs airport, you’ve gathered both suitcases and were sitting on top of one of them.

You’re on a phone call of some kind, turned away from him and hunched over like you’re trying to sink into yourself. His final present to you from Christmas on your right hand glinting in the light as your hold the phone to your ear. He hears a sniffle, quickly followed by a brief sigh.

“Yeah, thanks Nance,” you turn and spot him, offering a tight, watery smile. “Gotta go, Steve’s ready with the car.”

You listen as she says something, nodding along with her words.

“‘Kay,” you let out a shaky breath, “Love you too, bye.”

He bridges the distance between you, reaching for the suitcases before you can brush him away. You toe his backpack toward him, hefting your own over your shoulders with a grunt. Dodging a toddler and frazzled mom with a stroller, the pair of you make it outside, the sun a warm welcome against your faces.

You follow his lead to the rental car, a Ford of some kind, no convertible for the dirt roads and desert terrain of Joshua Tree.

The chirp of the car lets you know Steve’s unlocked it, you quickly compress the handle of your bag and shove it into the trunk. Backpacks are thrown into the backseat followed by a desperate plea from you for both “food,” and “the goddamn a/c.”

He grants both with a soft laugh. Maneuvers the Bronco Sport into Palm Springs with finesse, locating an In-N-Out in record time and rattles your order off from memory. You connect your phone to the bluetooth while you wait in the drive-thru line, mellow guitar chords ramp up and the melancholic sound of ‘drivin’ out into the sun / let the ultraviolet cover me up’ fill the car.

Steve steals your phone before you can change it to something less apocalyptic and depressing, so you’re left to listen to the rasping sounds of Phoebe Bridgers at the close of “I Know the End” while an In-N-Out employee hands you trays of food.

He thanks the teenager, and following the curve of the pavement and scores a parking spot just as a new song rips through the speakers. You hand him his order as he pushes the driver’s seat back to stretch his legs.

“Thanks,” he manages to say before shoving some fries into his mouth.

“Sure,” you reply, nearly unhinging your jaw to take a bite of the burger.

He laughs to himself, watching you. “S’like watching a pride of lions devour a warthog or something.”

You garble some smart-ass response, undoubtedly, before remembering your mouth is full. You roll your eyes and continue to enjoy your meal. Steve follows suit. 

After lunch, you suggest grabbing some groceries for the next few days. You wind through the aisles of Ralph’s, Steve following closely behind angling the cart to catch the incoming volleys of cereal boxes, power bars, and cartons of juice and milk. 

His heart clenches at the scene— it’s all very domestic, you ticking off your mental grocery list confident in the fact that Steve is just a step behind you— yes, dear; sure thing, sweetheart. You’re prattling on about some shit Wheeler pulled last week, a story you’ve already told him but he can’t bring himself to care, while you decided between Fruity Pebbles or Trix cereal.

Not when it seems like you’re just shaking off the gloom you wore earlier today. Eyes bright and animated, beaming smiles and pealing laughter; he can’t stop the smile that works its way across his face.

Back in the car before he knows it, groceries stowed in the back and cart returned to the corral. Taking his phone from the center console, you type in the AirBnB address and hand it back to him, fingers brushing against his just so. You say something about the property being at the edge of the park and a about an hour’s drive, give or take.

Steve just nods and starts the car. He follows the prompts of directions easily, and pretty soon Palm Springs is in the rearview. The road gives way to rolling hills and climbs with short descents as he drives closer to Joshua Tree. Out of the corner of his eye, he notices there isn’t the usual book in your hand.

He calls your name, “You alright?”

You nod, exhaustion evident in your gaze. “Mmhm, jus’ sleepy. Closing my eyes so I don’t get nauseous from the peaks and valleys.”

That’s right, you get carsick if you read on hilly or mountainous stretches of road. Though it’s not much, Palm Springs to Joshua Tree, he guesses the frequent hills and dips of the drive would be enough to do it. He turns the music down slightly, letting you doze.

It’s been a minute since he’s been alone with his thoughts. What with Nance moving out and you moving in, his mind has been elsewhere. It was a relief to finally be on spring break because it freed up some time for himself. 

Not that he used that time wisely, exactly.

He’d talked to Robin, briefly and abstractly, of course. But she was wise to his plight at this point, evasive tactics aside. She cautioned him, once again, to take it slow since you were liable to spook. She was probably right about that.

But then again, maybe not.

Chancing a glance to his right, he catches you and finds himself having a moment. How your face looked all soft and sweet—head lolled back against the seat and precariously resting against the window, how quiet you were, the strange peace settling between the two of you since lunch.

For a second Steve’s also not quite sure how he’s feeling– still gathering his bearings from the aftermath of new tenderness– but he’s so, so lucky that you’re exactly the kind of dummy he’s always known you were. Laughter bubbles from his throat when you snort yourself awake and blink blearily at your surroundings.

“We’re here,” he says softly, one hand resting against the steering wheel while the other pockets his phone.

You’re slow to the draw, having slept for the better of part of an hour, unclipping your seatbelt clumsily and fumbling for the door handle. And it’s all he can do not to kiss you stupid right then and there.

With a sigh and shake of his head, he exits the car and opens your door for you. A murmured ‘thanks’ as you hop down to the desert floor and read the host’s instructions for check-in. Your ancient chucks kick up dust as you walk to the front door and key in the code. 

Steve grabs the bags, leaving the groceries for later. He turns, spying a hot tub nestled among desert plants and grasses. The mountains behind the modern house provide a stark contrast to its sleek planes and lines. He almost feels bad for tracking in dust and dirt when he steps inside. 

The house itself is sleek, a paragon of modern design. Lots of windows to let in light, particularly in the living spaces. Primary colors and minimal art set the various rooms apart in the open concept space, he notes a red couch and yellow dining chairs, following the sound of your footsteps.

“It’s a two bedroom,” you call out from somewhere out of sight.

He’s both pleased and frustrated at that particular detail. Maybe that’s your way of introducing some distance between the two of you? He’d rather not think about it.

“They’re both nice,” you say, appearing out of thin air and leaning against a wall to his left. “We can flip for ‘em, I guess.”

Steve checks his pocket for loose change and prizes a quarter between his thumb and forefinger. “So heads is…?”

“The green room.”

“And tails?”

“The orange one.”

“Right,” he nods, “So on three, you call it.”

He counts it down and you call tails as the coin flips between you. He catches it on his palm, opening it for you to check.

“Tails it is—I’ll take the orange room, you get green.”

So, it’s settled. You take your suitcase and backpack with a smile before padding back to the second bedroom. Steve passes a pop art version of a Simpsons character displayed on the wall as he makes his way to his room. It’s not too far from yours with a sliding glass door to and view to the surrounding property. 

He leaves his bags by the door and beelines for the bed. His back hits the mattress and he’s out like a light.

The clanging of pots and pans wakes him. The faint footfalls of bare feet against the concrete floor as your prattle around the kitchen. He scrubs a hand down his face with a sigh.

He’s still exhausted from earlier, so he settles on drifting back to sleep, maybe waking you up in the morning with a big mug of coffee for that inevitable travel-hangover you’ll have.

Steve yawns and grins when he hears your hip bump the counter, a hushed curse (“god damned asslamp, what the fuck”), your feet padding away, and the kitchen faucet turns on with a rush. You’re such a considerate dope.

Another yawn. He’s asleep again.

_

It’s the soft knocking on his door that rouses him this time.

He pries his eyes open, instant regret flooding his veins because he slept in his contacts again. 

“Uhgimmeaminute,” he slurs out, hand frantically groping for his phone to check the time. Which is useless since it’s dead anyway.

Your voice sounds out from behind the door, “Steve, you awake?” A pause. “Dinner’s ready, if you want any.”

He’s managed to turn over onto his stomach, elbows sinking into the mattress, hands cradling his head as he struggles to wake the fuck up. 

“Yeah,” he rasps out, “Be there soon.” 

Music echoes from the kitchen, something soothing and low-energy. You’ve set the table and lit a few taper candles you’d managed to find. He pours himself a glass of wine and takes a seat, watching while you sway and sing to yourself. 

You sing along with the music, accompanying Paul Simon as he talks about being being lovers and marrying fortunes together. Steve sighs.

He may be biased of course, but he’s always adored your singing— you’re no vocalist, not really, but that doesn’t stop you. You’ll warble out any tune that strikes your fancy with gusto. Eddie and his attempts to rope you into any sort of musical education had gone amiss— you like what you like, and you’ll sing what you like.

He could listen to you all day, if you’d let him.

He clears his throat and you nearly flip the skillet in front of you, wine glass ringing from the tapping of your jewelry against it. “Christ! You scared the shit outta me, dude!”

Steve cocks his head to the side, also listening—to the music, perhaps to your now uncomfortably loud heartbeat. You run your hand through your hair. The music chimes into a similar calming tone as the chorus starts.

You set a plate down in front of him and slide into a chair to his left. He looks at you, questioning, “Not hungry?”

“Oh, me? I think I’ll just chew on these grapes for a bit.” 

You take a sip of wine and make a show of working your jaw, as if you are, in fact, chewing the grapes from the Malbec. He huffs a laugh at your antics, tucking into his own dinner. With a wink, you swallow and say, “I ate during your nap, so I’m good.”

He’s not sure exactly what you’ve whipped up, but it’s damned good. “Right,” he says, hand covering his chewing mouth, “Sorry about that.”

“S’fine,” you assure him with a wave, “No worries.”

The lights are dimmed. The guitar melody crescendos before the song ends. There’s a pause of silence before the next song begins, and you feel your heart leap as the first few words start.

“Um…” Your voice cracks. “So, about that explanation.”

His eyebrows raise briefly before he blinks a couple of times. You tilt your chin to your chest and lace your fingers together, foot tapping anxiously as you sit in wait. “I mean, I think I’m just a little unprepared. Like, obviously, we kissed in December and then we both just let it go. And I’m supposed to have it worked out by now—but recently there’s been … tension.” You pause for a drink, “I guess it’s only natural for you to want to know— I just got freaked out when I realized how you felt. Not only because I’m literally the last person to figure it out… It’s just—”

You’re full of rambling, nervous energy but you try your best to play it off. It was such an awkward thing to say out loud, and there was no way you could come out and spit: I’m pretty sure I’ve been in love with you for while now.

Steve laughs and leans forward, putting his hand over yours. “I just… didn’t want to mess anything up.” He says, eyes earnest and fixed on yours, “At least, I hope I didn’t.” He cuts himself off, clearing his throat, “I mean, I lo—,” He stops, covering with a brief cough, “I, uh, care about you, a lot.” 

A heavy silence falls between you as the next track begins, allowing you to wallow in your own cowardice. Your inability to say exactly what he nearly admitted to a moment ago.

Love.

Is that what the pressure in your chest is? The nerves fluttering in your stomach anytime you catch sight of him or your phone dings with a notification? A reason for the ever-present smile on your face as you gossip with him in the hall before the bell rings? An answer for your burgeoning insomnia because you can’t sleep well unless you’re by his side?

Cause if so… god is it fucking torture. 

Since kissing Steve Harrington in the living room on that Sunday evening last December, you’ve replayed that kiss over and over again, time after time as you fall asleep. It’s been approximately two months and some change, numerous lunches and dinners, with one long walk in the park with your family dog before he got a frantic call from Robin and had to leave for “bake sale disaster clean up.” You don’t want to precisely calculate how much time has passed. What you do know is that all these moments add up to you lying in bed thinking about it while trying desperately not to scream.

Tack on to that Steve quite literally catching you this morning with your hand down your shorts, seconds from release while you were most definitely thinking of him.

Jesus H. Christ.

You linger at the table, twirling your empty wine glass between two fingers as you think. Steve clears his plate, gets himself a glass of water, and you return to the kitchen to join him. He’s patting his thighs with his wet hands when you come in, nodding along to the music.

You gaze at the damp spots on his legs, the fabric of his trousers slightly clinging onto his thighs. Quickly, before he sees you, you look away.

“The National?” He asks amusedly, “I really like them… he’s got a great voice.” It’s different from the song you’d included on the vinyl you’d given him over Christmas, but apparently he knew enough of their catalogue to recognize them by sound alone.

Color you surprised.

But I'm gonna keep you in love with me for a while / I'm gonna keep you in love with me.

Steve walks closer to you, stopping a few steps away and leans against the edge of the island. He crosses his arms and press his lips together, eyelashes fluttering as he smiles.

“What now?” He asks. His voice echoes the same low and deliberate tone you’ve heard before, and you think that the question isn’t really a question at all. But you’re not really sure what to make of it—tonight may have been the most forward he’s ever been.

“Was that, uh, an adequate explanation for you?”

“What you mean?”

Standing on your tiptoes, you move to face him. “What I mean is,” you begin, “In your expert opinion, did my rambling monologue over there satisfy the IOU?”

You pause and wait for his answer.

Darkness flutters over his eyes briefly before he catches your mouth with his instead. With a half-whimper, half-moan, Steve Harrington cups the back of your neck in one large, warm hand and your lower back with the other and presses your body flush against his.

Oh.

A brief parting of your lips gives you a moment to catch your breath, but he’s back again, tongue sliding against yours sweetly, as if asking a silent question.

Is this okay?

With a sigh of pleasure, you ask him to continue in the same, secret language. Your chest is burning hot, tummy quivering with nerves and delight as his hands roam your body. Firm. Strong. Almost desperate. Your own hands rest against his chest before one reaches up and cups his face, “D-does that answer your question?” He mutters against your mouth before he slides down past your jaw and lands his lips on your neck, “We could—”

Until suddenly Robin’s advice rears its ugly head. 

Steve had been warned about not getting involved, repeatedly. Plenty of concern from Robin about getting “poorly wired idiot signals” crossed. It’s dangerous with a friend, even more so with you because he can’t lose you.

Point blank refuses to, in fact.

He abruptly pauses and pulls away, like he thought better of it. His hands place you back down on your feet– back to Earth– as he swallows hard, looking at you with open, red lips. Steve rolls the bottom one between his teeth and clenches his jaw, eyes half-lidded and lustful. You’re probably a wreck, too, you think as you catch yourself against the counter.

In the absence of his mouth and yours and his warm hands skating across your body, you’re terrified.

And from the look on Steve’s face, you’d wager he is as well.

Suddenly you’re looking at him one way, and then in a flash, the same grin you always give him— the crooked one on the cusp of a dumb joke— turns bright white.

It goes brilliant like solar flare, and he thinks he must be losing his mind.

He hazards a glimpse to you.

Maybe Steve’s been losing it for a few weeks now, but he’s done a great job dodging the reality of your confession so far. Doesn’t matter what you mumbled—cracked out on exhaustion and sleep-talking—because in the end, you’re his friend and you love him the same way you love everyone else: annoyingly. Nothing’s changed about that.

It was just a kiss.

He says your name carefully and you perk up at the sound of his voice. He clears his throat, “We should probably call it a night.”

A feeble sigh as Steve pushes his hands into his face, gripping his hair, pulling his own head back until he’s staring at the ceiling, willing this excruciating moment to pass him by.

“Y-yeah, okay,” you whisper.

When he finally looks back down, you’ve left without a sound.

“Mmm…”

He wakes up for a third time, not that he had been sleeping soundly by any means.

It’s barely audible at first, especially if he was still oblivious, but now it’s like his ears can comprehend a new language, like all his senses have been heightened.

Or maybe it’s just because you didn’t close your door entirely tonight. Steve can’t blame you, he did, after all, interrupt you this morning.

He can’t recall if voyeurism was ever his kink, but just this once, maybe it can be. His curiosity takes hold, lights up upon hearing a stifled groan of a syllable that sounds surprisingly like his name. If he focuses, he can dampen the nighttime outside his window, smother out the air conditioning and—

“Steve… that’s… oh, it feels so good…”

His cock springs to life.

There’s a rhythm of folded knees, thighs squeezed together in pulses, fingers reaching between them, and the hot, pleading breaths you puff into the clamped grasp of your hand. Even your heart, wildly banging around in your chest. He takes note of the tempo and dives beneath the waistband of his shorts, keeping pace.

“There, faster… don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.”

He thinks, I won’t, and finds it a little perfect how this entire thing seems to be mutual, after all.

_

He wakes for the last time, in the late morning, and rolls out of bed to brush his teeth and shower. He definitely smells like sex, and when he opens the door to the bathroom, you’re already at the counter, also smelling like sex. Steve slyly looks down and adjusts himself, tilting his groin away and out of view.

“Mornin’” You rub at your temple, squinty and tired. “Think you were in my dream last night,” you say absently, blinking out the sleep, ungracefully squeezing toothpaste onto your toothbrush where it falls off in a goopy pile. You scrub in gentle circles, leaning over to spit and rinse, and come back up wet and bleary. As Steve washes his face, you tug his towel from the rack.

He pats off his cheeks, brushes his own teeth with one hand next, the other reaching sideways to swipe a rolling bead of water off your neck, purposefully running his thumb up your throat.

Low and encouraging, he asks, “Yeah? Was it a good dream?”

You blink in quick flutters at that, surprised and abruptly reliving a fuzzy memory, a prickle of dew casting itself over your brow.

“Y-yes,” you stutter, sudden heat rippling off your body, that lovely perfume of incoming arousal rising to meet him. When you stumble back, flustered, he holds you still, sets you on your shaky feet.

Steve licks his lips, thinks about how maybe this won’t be a thing he’ll simply get over, how he is quite glad to have you, and maybe he can have more of you, too.

He thinks about how easily a mutual fantasy can come true and murmurs, “That’s good, honey. That’s real good.”

An exasperated huff as Steve sticks his arm out in front of your collar. You look at him in irritation, ready to swat it away until your feet trip over a loose rock and he catches you by the shoulder. 

“Watch it,” he says calmly, setting you on your feet, “If you stop looking down at your feet, you might see something you like.”

Target acquired: you got a juicy ass, Harrington.

Smartly, you shut up, letting him walk ahead in case any more errant rocks might make you eat your words again.

The trail to Skull Rock is popular, full of hikers and brush branches as you’ve repeatedly discovered by taking twigs to the face. Keeping close to Steve, you let him shoulder most of the burden, only putting your hand up when a branch he snaps off with his hand flies too close to your eyes.

“IF—” You start loudly, and Steve bristles at your volume, “If you could pick one person from history who you’d take out to dinner, if circumstances made it possible,” you pause to take a breather, letting a family pass by on their way down the trail. “Who would it be?”

“I wouldn’t.” Steve retorts, “And you’re being annoying.”

“I’m not!” You insist, hands on your hips and eyes narrowed at him from behind your sunglasses. “You’re just being boring and refusing to play DC.”

“What’s that— the stupid thing the kids were whispering about recently? Dead crush?”

You respond with a maniacal giggle. “Mine’s Rasputin, he’s Russia’s greatest love machine!” 

Steve groans. Shoulders his bag with a disappointed sigh, exasperated that you tricked him into this stupid game, “Fucking– you’ve got to be kidding. That’s disgusting.”

With a flick of your wrist, you condescendingly scoff. “Glass houses Steve,” you tease. “Besides, you’d probably pick someone like Princess Di because you’re predictable.”

“Rasputin’s a bit dark, isn’t he?” Steve shakes his head, forging ahead on the trail.

Sticking your tongue out at the back of his head, you fix your gaze forward with a sly smirk.

“Who would you pick, Mr. H.? Let’s get a peek into that big brain of yours.” You lick your lips as he looks back over his shoulder.

Steve mulls the question over for a second, “Margaret Thatcher. I’d take her to dinner. And then to an early grave.”

There’s an exasperated sound that escapes your lips. “Okay, that’s not really how the game works. This is not supposed to be a political commentary- it’s a genuine display of … attraction!”

“To corpses.” He mutters.

“Okay, that’s dark.” You exhale with a brief chuckle.

You’re stunned into silence thereafter, and it’s a wonder, since Steve’s never known you to be silent for anything. A life-time of no-filter commentary that makes him physically ill at times, and you’re shocked quiet.

The fallout of last night lingered awkwardly, coloring the lazy morning and early afternoon. He didn’t even have the courage to look at you—only forging on with the day, dewy with sweat. Briny with exertion. Sweet and tangy and whipping through the air, chased by dry wind. 

Steve’s back in the driver’s seat, you’re riding shotgun. Shades perched on your nose bridge, ruddied pout glorious against the sunset backdrop.

“You alright?”

A bead rolls down your brow, gets lost in the damp hair coiled by your ear. Steve reaches over, brushing your arm and you pull back, letting him dig in the backseat. He loops a finger through a hydroflask and hands it over. “Here.”

A small smile as you take it from his slack grip. 

The cool water slides right down your throat and soothes the fever in your throat. A clatter of the visor’s mirror slides open and you look at your reflection before pushing your glasses up again.

Steve has already returned to his side, staring out the gaping window, hair rushing over his beautiful face.

You tapped on his hand, water bottle clinking against it fell to the floor at your feet. The evening is cooling, chasing away the day’s heat. A filmy layer of sweat begins to condense on your brow despite the open windows and a/c on full blast.

And it’s just his way, isn’t it? To smile and wait, look so peaceful while your heart howls for him. To say I love you without ever having to say it at all.

Shyly, with his hand inching toward yours, eyes glowing the slightest bit gold as night falls, he whispers, “Better?”

A brief nod, you settle back against the passenger seat suddenly exhausted. 

“Stay awake for me, we’ll be home soon.” Steve pleads, linking fingers through yours in the growing darkness. The car rumbling back to life. “I’m sorry it took so long.”

His quiet way, his patient way, his careful way. Loving you without loving you. Telling you without telling you. Secret languages finally understood.

A kiss pressed to the top of your head and you don’t know if you should laugh or cry when he moves his hand to your thigh, fingers tangled up in yours. All you can do is duck your head and grin.

#steve harrington #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #teacher!steve #reader instert #the kids aren't alright - rosewaterandivy

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omg hi!!! your eddie x cheerleader fic was so so good I’m actually obsessed!! can you maybe write one with cheerleader reader based off of the song favorite t-shirt by jake scott please?

jfgkjd this song is so cute omg !! as always my requests are open owo

"Your splits are looking really nice," Chrissy Cunningham said, squeezing your shoulder as you rifled through your gym bag, towel held up with one hand. "Just think! Only a couple more practices and the we'll be full-out."

You grinned at her, rolling your sore shoulders as you stepped into your denim shorts. "Let's hope the early morning practices pay off," you griped, rubbing at your eye with a closed fist before Chrissy swatted your hand away.

"Don't do that!" she complained, turning to sit on the changing bench. "You'll get wrinkles, you know!"

"Chris, the only thing giving me wrinkles is the fact I have to do weekend evening practice," you retorted, huffing as you sat down next to her. "I could barely open my eyes on the road I'm so pooped."

You had stumbled out of Eddie's bed, bleary and swearing and sore from yesterday's evening practice, tripping over his guitar and your pom poms as you tried to get ready. He knew how badly you did after naps, and had fallen unconscious at his place at twelve, full from lunch and exhausted. You were now running late for your eight pm practice on a Saturday evening, the only time the gym would be free for the girls to rehearse their stunts. He sat up slightly, watching you yank clothes from the floor and stuff them into your duffel, cursing like a sailor as you went.

He loved seeing you like this. At school, you were everyone's perfect cheerleader, with turn outs and tumbles and t-shirts from the GAP. At home, though? You slid around in mismatched tube socks and smoked cigarettes from the roof of his trailer, teaching him how to do smoke rings and eating dubiously expired foods from the back of his Uncle's fridge.

"Good luck, precious," Eddie had called from the bed, and pursed his lips for kisses as you bent to place a steaming cup of coffee down on the bedside table that he would, undoubtedly, chug cold in four hours time. "Um. Hello. Kisses, please?"

You had sighed, and he tugged you in by the pleats of your cheer skirt, making louder kissing noises in the dark. "You're so needy," you huffed, and he wrapped his hand around your thigh.

"I don't get to do this until, like, ten tonight when I pick you up," he grumbled, pressing a kiss to your knee. "Sue me."

You pressed one of his shoulders down, and kissed his mouth, still dry from sleep. He smacked his lips appreciatively when you pulled away, and threw a pillow over his head. "Don't fall! Go Tigers!"

"See ya, Eds," you said fondly, and slung your haphazardly-stuffed duffel around one shoulder. "Love you!"

"You too, sweet girl," he mumbled, and you shut the door.

Now, though?

You gaped down at your gym bag in a panic, the painted face of Eddie's Hellfire shirt staring up at you. Oh, fuck. In the hazy evening dark, you must have grabbed it, not noticing what it was. You glanced around the locker room. Chrissy was talking to some cheer leaders by the sink, and the girls' hockey team was just filing in, complaining about the rain. You chose your moment, shoving the shirt over your head and ducking out into the hallway and racing down the corridor into the open air of the carpark, where Eddie Munson was loitering.

"Ah! Princess!" he cheered, waving imaginary pom poms at you before freezing. "Hey, is that my--"

"Your shirt, yes," you hissed, storming past him and toward the van. The cool night air, fresh with rain, made your exposed legs prickle as you made you way toward the vehicle, pausing only when you realised Eddie hadn't moved. "...Eds?"

He was staring at you, cigarette halfway to his mouth, eyes sliding up and down your figure. Taking in the cheer shoes and white socks with frills on them, the bruises on your thighs that were a mix of his mouth and crash mat, the hint of denim hidden under his oversized Hellfire shirt. He dropped the cigarette and stalked over to you, crushing you against the side of the van.

"Fuck," he whispered, nosing at your ear.

"Eddie, what the hell?" you hissed, fingers automatically coming up to grip the collar of his battle vest. "What's going on?"

"Nothing, sweet girl," he murmured, toying with the hem of your (his!) shirt. "I'm just lucky to have you, yano?"

You snorted, and reached to unlock the van. He caught your wrist in his fingers and slowly drew them up to his mouth, pressing a kiss to the back of your palm. "Seriously," he insisted, ignoring your unimpressed look. "I am. You're funny. You're smart. You're fit. You're beautiful. Your taste in music could be worked on, but I'll take that, who doesn't love a project?" He smiled down at you, and you blinked up at him stupidly, lost for words in this sudden moment. "The top flyer of Hawkins High, here with me, in my t-shirt."

Your face melted, and you nudged a kiss to the underside of his jaw. "The top flyer of Hawkins High," you agreed, "never wants to wear anything else ever again."

"God," he groaned, burying his face in your neck. "You're it for me, precious. You know that?"

You giggled, and kissed his cheek. "Even if I want to listen to The Smiths all the way home?"

He tugged at the hem of your shirt. "Don't push your luck."

#eddie munson #eddie munson x female character #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fic #request

[scentedpepper]

Missions, Malaise and Migas Pt. VI | Leon Kennedy

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 7 Final Part

Fandom: Resident Evil

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Male Reader

Summary: Leon and Y/N have some underlying issues. Ones they tried to warn DSO about.

Content Warnings: None

Other Pairings: Luis Sera x Reader

Author Note(s): dr. mike kinda...

Leon's not sure how this happened.

Moments ago, he was staring up at the ceiling, the fans blades spinning round and round as you and Luis converse in the dark, unbeknownst to his conscious body. And now, he was hiding in the trunk of a car with the lengthy man, his feet pathetically shoved into his face.

He doesn't pay attention to the mumbling Spanish cuss words underneath Luis's lips, too uncomfortable, too irritated with his posture and the stuffy area to care. Instead, he's attempting to pay attention.

There's voices outside and there's people rummaging around in the front of the car. He can hear their footsteps, the bumping of legs into the sides, the shifting around the contents, pulling things out and carelessly tossing them to the floor.

Two men, and it's obvious from the slang-like Spanish that's escaping their mouths that they're infected. One in particular chattering on about getting all 'these pricks' and throwing them in one big room for everyone to feed.

He wants to vomit.

Instead, he presses deeper into the vehicle, lowering his body further to avoid hitting his head against the top, listening intently to their activity, allowing his eyes to close in the dark, calming his body down.

He contemplates springing out of the vehicle now. The lack of knowing makes him uneasy because you're around here somewhere, hiding, just like them. You're in danger, they're looking for all three of you and here he is, sitting under the armpit of Luis, the sound of spores coming from a distance.

It seems like it's been eons when finally, the shuffling comes to a stop and the grumbling voices grow fainter. He's almost ready to breathe when the footsteps abruptly stop.

"Hey. " The man slurs. "I wonder how the others are doing. "

"Oh jesus, Alejandro, keep it in your pants. ”

"Nah, I'm really wondering, " Alejandro continues. "You hear some of 'em shot bullets this morning?"

Leon feels his nerves chill.

"I wonder where that could be?"

"Who gives a fuck? Come on. "

"One minute. I'm just gonna radio and let them know we checked this area out. "

The sound of static and then buzzing.

Then, silence and then, noise.

Gurgling, choking noises. Like someone has water stuck in their esophagus and Leon can only think of one thing that would cause that.

He doesn't move, waiting, listening intently as the radio slips onto the floor with a thud, then the choking sound soon stops and there's no sounds to follow. Nothing. No more footsteps.

He waits a while longer before hearing the rustling of the branches. A deer or a random animal.

Slowly, the hinges of the trunk hiss open and the sunlight blinds him for a quick second, casting a bright glow on his face before your shadow casts over it.

You look exactly as he expected you to be. With droplets of blood splattered over your face, nearly coating your hands.

But your eyes are calm and the only sign of disturbance is your chest moving with a greater heaviness than he's used to seeing.

He looks you over after struggling to get past Luis, taking in the way you stand, which parts of your body slump and he thinks your ribs might be causing you more pain than you've let on.

There's a brief moment when you meet his eyes, Luis is cursing in the background, tripping over his own limbs and at the angle you're standing there's wind whipping into your eyes from the opening of the outside storage shed. So maybe you're not seeing straight, or perhaps, all the hard labor of this job is finally getting to you but– your partner‐ well, you could've sworn there was concern in his eyes.

Leon doesn't get a chance to speak.

Before he can get something out, you're turning away, back around to assist Luis who's still trying to work himself out of the clutches of the compacted car.

Leon feels a pinch in his chest, so rapidly, his hands move, fingers curling at his side. You don't even try to say a word to him, let alone look at him. Like you're still bitter that he's here, lingering in the background to criticize you and your thoughts.

When Luis emerges from the car there's a dramatic hand on his heart, but it vanishes rather quickly and he's the one to talk first.

"You okay?" There's seriousness in his voice as he scans you up and down, his eyes meeting Leon's for a split second. "Not hurt, not nothing right?"

You give a firm nod, your face showing not an inkling of distress.

Leon isn't too sure that the response was feasible. But he watched you as you simply went off, to the dusty work table, shuffling around, grabbing things without a second thought. Papers, files, anything. They were haphazardly tossed inside an old backpack that was laid messily by the bench. You were packing the things like your life depended it, looking for any keywords that signaled "bio weapon" to you.

"We have a leak, Leon. Someone's spilling the information on Luis and other projects, not to mention the one for the US government. "

The man lets out a deep sigh and his voice is careful. The new patches of dirt on your face, the arrow holes that punctured the surface of your vest, blood dripping from your eyebrow, the loose strands of stitches that were hanging from your arm after being ripped out, they were all things that made him wary, tip toeing around you, more heedful than Jack and Jill jumping over a candle.

This conversation could and probably would go south at the blink of an eye.

You don't seem to notice his presence until his hand is on your shoulder.

You're zipping the bag up when Leon begins to approach you, his steps are slow and precise like he's stepping on weak floorboards and the outstretch of his arm is even slower.

"Y/N. " His tone is steadier than the shakes of his fingers as they come down onto your shoulder and he turns your body towards him.

Nothing can stop the agitation that pulses throughout your body when you gaze into his blue eyes, staring at him and feeling about ready to cave in his skull.

You're glaring, you realize this but nothing would make your mood budge.

"Lets find a space to sit. " He can tell by the flickering of your eyes that things aren't exactly steady, your mind is at a rapid pace. He saw the way you nearly killed yourself jumping from that landing, running down a hill with a few men on your heels and ripping into people like the idea of humanity no longer interested you. You're worse than normal and it's not just the stress, it's a lot. "There's some empty storage units down the road. We can take advantage of that and you can rest. "

"Rest?" Your voice is hard enough to cause a tremor to jolt inside his body and your face is twisted into something wicked. "Aren't you the one that was so urgent to get out of Luis' hotel room. " You gesture towards the man who's looking on at the two of you, his face contorted into concern. "And suddenly, I'm weak? You want to take a fucking breather?"

"You've done more than your fair share, " Luis throws in. "We're not in a rush anymore. "

"We are in a rush. " You insist. "There's people after us. " Your eyes flee back to the door as if they may suddenly appear. "They're after you. I won't let it happen. You nearly died last time the three of us found ourselves together. "

Something in his face softens ever-so-slightly at your declaration, the worry that twists in your tone. And you feel a small sense of relief flutter around in your chest when he takes your hands in his, the warmth, the reassurance.

"And we'll find 'em. It just means you need to recharge. "

Leons grip tightens on your shoulder but you don't seem to notice as Luis holds your attention. He almost wants to say 'I don't want you getting hurt' but there's a sense of vulnerability in that, so he stops himself, not crossing that line. Not in front of Luis, not in front of anyone.

"And we'll be dead if they find us first. All of us. " You quickly look back to Leon, a huff through your nostrils and a hardness to your stare. But then, Luis gently says your name, bringing your eyes back to him.

"Do you trust me?"

For a moment, you don't know what to say or how to even react. It's been so long since someone has outright asked, knowing the lengths of your career.

After a long beat, you respond. “Yes. “ Your voice is slow, low but there isn’t hesitance and there isn't uncertainty.

Leon seemed to be holding his breath as much as you were and when you finally let it out– he thought you were stupid. Just stupid.

Stupid, not intelligent. Stupid.

Out of all of the people you had to trust. Out of all the people in the world, why would you go out of your way to trust him.

His hold falls. A slight loosening.

To gain someone's trust is hard, to keep their trust, even harder.

Your partner didn't mean to do it, not really. It was such a fine line he walked with you every day. You couldn't tell if he had crossed it or not, even when Luis watched the two of you, the same thing on his face as your own emotions swam around in your body.

Guarded.

Unsure.

If I can trust you with my life, then why can't I trust you with the things that keep me up at night?

#resident evil #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x male reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #luis sera x reader #luis sera x you #male reader

[mattisthehottest]

Things I would do for you

pairing: bf!Matt x Y/n

Warnings: Fluff, fighting (not with y/n), rumors, minor cursing, NOT PROOFREAD

word count: 500+ I think 😭

Summary: What your boyfriend does for you when he hears the rumors being spread about you.

a/n: I basically dreamed about this.

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● Y/n POV ●

I walk in the school, arm in arm with my boyfriend, Matt. People look and started whispering. Matt notices this and furrows his brows at me. "What are they talking about, Y/n?" I look and see them staring at me in disgust. "I'm going to class, Matt." I slip my arm from his and run quickly to the bathroom.

Some girls walk in after me. "I can't believe Y/n would do something like that." One girl says, and the other two agree. "It's going to be really sad when Matt finds out." The blond one to the other two. I wait for them to leave before walking out the bathroom stall. "What were they talking about?" I mumble to myself.

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The whole day went by with people staring at me and whispering. Matt started to get worried. Speaking of Matt, where is he? We normally meet by the lockers before going to science. I'll text him.

To My Matty:

baby, where are you??

I wait a few minutes, and he still doesn't respond. He didn't even open it. What is he doing? Is he too busy for me? Maybe he's jus-, my thoughts get interrupted by some people shoving past me. "Hey," I stop a kid running through the crowd. "What's happening?" The kid quickly says "Theres a fight!" The kid continues running through the crowd. A fight, who's fighting? Maybe I'll find Matt.

○Matts POV○

"I'm going to class, Matt." Y/n says as a lot of people look at her and start whispering. I watch her slip out of my arm and disappear into the female bathroom. I turn to see everyone sighing and whisper, but before I can ask around, the bell rings.

As I sit in class listening to the teacher, my mind drifts to this morning. why were they all staring at her and whispering? Did she do something wrong? I continue to drift farther into thought. "Matt! Matt!" Chris whisper to me. I look up to him, pushing my thoughts to the side. "Dude, were you sleep or something? Class is over." I look around the class to find only me, Chris, and Nick in the room. "Sorry."

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I angerily walk up to Jake and grab his shirt collar. "The hell did you spread that rumor about y/n for?" I basically yell in his face. "Woah dude, let's not get to angry now." He says with a grin. "Who said it was me?" He pushes me back a little.

It's been bothering me all day that everyone keeps staring and whispering about y/n. Maybe I should look around. Something gotta point it. the way of the reason

○30 minutes later○

I found nothing. Im in the bathroom washing my hands when I hear some boys talking. "I might need y/n to give me some if Jake says she's that good." The boy with the blonde hair says. The othe boys laugh. I furrow my brows as I walk to them. "What did you just say?" The boys gulp in fear.

I walk out the bathroom, feeling my phone vibrate. Remembering what the boy in the bathroom said, "Jakes been going around telling everyone that y/n's been secretly seeing him behind your back!" He rushes the words out of his mouth. My nostroils flare in anger.

That led me to this point. On top of Jake punching him in the face. Over and over again. Everyone surrounding us and recording it. Everyone cheering, "Fight! fight!" I ignore everyone and everything around me. My anger gettung the best of me as I feel my phone vibrate constantly in my pocket. I completely ignore it feeling Jake throwing punches back. "Stop, please!"This is the last thing I hear before i get knocked out.

~•Y/n's POV•~

I quickly follow the crowd of people. Finding a ring of people trying to get a good view and recording of the fight. I try pushing my way through to the crowd of people.

When I make it to the front of the crowd, I find my boyfriend and Jake throwing punches at each other. I need to stop him before someone gets hurt! "Stop, please!" I yell out right as Matt gets knocked out. I quickly run to my boyfriends limp body on the floor.

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I wait next Matt, holding his hand. I see him slowly open his eyes. "B-babe?" I quickly shush him. "Baby, rest, you were just knocked out." He looks around my room. "We're at your house?" he asks in a barely audible voice. I smile gently at him, giving him a kiss in the cheek. "Yes, baby." He hums gently while closing his eyes.

I walk into my room with a sandwich in one hand and orange juice in the other. "Baby, I brought you food." He sits up with a wince. "Thanks, love." He says as he takes a bite from the sandwich and smiles. "Is it good?" He looks up at me. "mhm" I smile.

I sit on a chair beside my bed. "Why did you do it?" He shifts on the bed and looks away. "Matt." I say sternly and he doesn't answer. "Matthew Bernard." He looks at me. "He was telling lies about you." I frown "Baby, that doesn't mean go beat people up for me." He looks at me and smiles. "You don't know all the things I would do for you." I smile and kiss his lips.

After I clean up the mess, I turn on a movie and snuggle I bed next to Matt. "Your taking such good care of me." Matt says facing me. "I have to, whi esle would if I didn't?" I chuckle. "I love you, y/n." He pulls the cover over us both and wraps his arm around me. "I love you too, Matty." He leans his head down and kisses my lips.

This boy doesn't have the slightest idea what I would do for him as well. But maybe neither of us knows hiw much the other will do for them

I lay me head in his chest as we watch the movie and smile. He smiles looking down at me. "Soemeones happy." I nod my hair. "Because you did it for me." He chuckles, "Anything and everything for you."

a/n pt2: I don't know if i like the ending 😭

Idk if you guys wanted to be tagged, but you encouraged me to post:

@y0urm4m @sturniolovsp @patscorner @sturniolosmind

#matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #y/n x matt #y/n reader #matthew sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #bf material

[faithsbrightideas]

Oddly Enough-pt3

Word count 7436

Warnings: Cursing, typical Wednesday demeanor…

Lmk if I missed anything.

If you’d like to join the tag list lmk! Sorry for taking so long to write this the holiday season is crazy.

Today is the day of the Poe Cup race and Wednesday, Thing and I were up all night preparing things that would help us beat Bianca. Wednesday and I walked past Bianca, she smirked at us smugly, and walked up to Enid.

    "Everything's all set," She smiled.

    "Thing is in position," Wednesday explained.

    "Wanna tell me what you three were up to all night?" She pressed.

    "And spoil the surprise?" Wednesday asked.

    "Speaking of surprises, your costume's in the tent!" She exclaimed with a smile so wide I'm surprised her face didn't rip.

    "Costume?" I asked quite scared.

    She pulled me over to the tents that were dedicated to the Poe Cup racers and went inside changing. Once she came out and I saw what she was wearing, Wednesday gave me a teasing look and shoved me towards the tent. After all, she is my sister. I changed into the cat uniform and sighed, reminding myself why I am doing this in the first place; to beat Bianca, and maybe a little for Enid. I pushed open the tent curtains and walked out with a dull look on my face. Definitely giving off the "I don't want to be here" vibe.

    Wednesday looked me up and down, "I just want you to know, I'm laughing at you on the inside."

    "You look purr-fect! Only thing, where are your whiskers?" She asked.

    "Ask again and you'll be down to eight lives," I said as a warning.

    She just smiled and we headed to the boats. I peeked over at Xavier and he saw me, walking over dressed as a clown, with a big smile on his face.

    I avoided his gaze crossing my arms and looking at the water, "Wow! I didn't think you'd even show up, let alone participate!"

    "What can I say? I guess Enid is quite the negotiator," I mumbled looking at him from behind my eye lashes.

    "You look cute," He said, obviously, testing the waters.

    "You look creepy," I said nonchalantly, debating on if I should add to it, "I like creepy."

    He laughed and spun around, proud of his attire being admired by me. I smiled and looked at the ground, shaking my head. I knew he saw it, he always does, but the look on his face when he finally makes me smile is slowly becoming something I look forward to.

    "We should probably get to our boats," He voiced his suggestion sadly.

    I nodded.

    "So, I'll see you after?"

    I opened my mouth to reply, but I heard him laugh and say, "Let me guess, maybe?"

    I shrugged and went to the boat. I got in and grabbed my oar. We got in position and waited for the announcements. Enid looked over at Ajax and waved bashfully.

    "Enid, focus," I snapped.

    I took a peek over at Xavier, seeing him already looking at me, I snapped my head away. FOCUS!

    "What do we have here? The runt of the litter!" Bianca spat from the boat to the left.

    "For the record, I don't believe that I'm better than everyone else," I said smugly, "Just that I'm better than you."

    Weems sounded over the announcements, "I want to welcome you all to the Edgar Allen Poe Cup! This is one of Nevermore's proudest annual traditions, stating back 125 years. Each team must row across to Raven Island, pull a flag from Crackstones Crypt, an hustle back without sinking or being sunk. First team to cross the finish line with their flag wins the cup and bragging rights for a year, as well as some special privileges. LET THE POE CUP BEGIN!'

    The gun went off and we paddled away. The crowd cheering in the background.

    "Is Wednesday...?" Enid asked.

    "Of course she is!"I said back concentrating on what's going on around me.

    "If you'll excuse us!" Someone from Xavier's boat said and they rammed their boat into ours.

    The Pit and the Pendulum boat quickly paddled up parallel to us, they had axes on the side. They pulled a lever and the axes swung.

    "DUCK!" I yelled.

    The axes snapped back into place. We paddled vigorously, when the same boat started being, what seemed to be, pushed away and smashed into a buoy, causing their boat to be snapped in half and the team to fall into the water.

    I saw Bianca and her teammates laughing, so I knew something was off. I grabbed my telescope and looked, I saw a tail splash into the water.

    "I knew something was fishy. Thing!" I said and he crawled over getting ready to pull a lever.

    A net shot out and trapped the siren Bianca was using to get ahead. Finally we made it to Raven Island.

    I stopped Enid from coming with me, "Stay here and make sure Bianca can't sabotage our boat."

    I took off running into the woods. I sprinted as hard as I could and finally saw Wednesday, knowing the Jokers were ahead of me, I smirked.

    They grabbed their flag and ran past me, Xavier shouting, "Later Y/n!"

    I ran up to my flag and heard frustrated grunts behind me, I knew our web trap would work.

    Wednesday ran over and went to speak, but when she touched Crackstones Crypt, she fell limp and hit the ground. I dropped the flag and bent down to help her. Bianca and her crew came over, the Jokers escaped, and Wednesday finally snapped out of it.

    "Taking a cat nap?" She laughed at us.

    "Go!" Wednesday shoved me and I took off back to the boat.

    By the time I got back the other teammates were already out on the water.

    "Come on!" Enid ushered.   

    As we started catching up, I noticed the Jokers boat sinking.

    We passed then and Enid yelled, "See ya Jokers!"

    "I just asked myself WWAAD, what would an Addams do?" She giggled.

    "Good one Enid!" I cheered, which I knew meant a lot to her.

    As we approached Biancas boat I bent down and pulled the lever that brought out spikes. We paddled towards her boat, but just before we hit it our boat jerked away. The Gold Bugs laughed at us, I knew what was happening.

    "Thing!" I said, he jumped off the boat and punched the fish in the face, knocking him out cold.

    We made our second attempt and succeeded, our spikes piercing through their canoes.

    "Gotcha!" Enid yelled triumphantly.

    They began sinking as we paddled away, I smirked devilishly at Bianca. When we made it to shore, we still had to cross the finish line. Enid and i took the flag and ran together. Our team and the crowd jumped up and down with victory and excitement.

    "OMG Y/n we did it! This is the greatest moment of my life! Admit it, you kinda got into the whole school spirit!" She shook me with excitement.

    "You didn't tell me it was a dark, vengeful spirit," I said as i watching a pissed of Bianca get out of the water.

    We met up with Wednesday and Enid told her all about it as I was approached by Xavier.

    He smiled widely at me, his makeup being wiped off with a rag as it had smeared, "You come to win!"

    "Why play the game if not for victory?"    I smirked.

    "Was the web... you?" He asked curiously.

    "Yes. No rules," I shrugged.

    "I didn't even see it until it was too late," He chuckled and put the rag in his pocket, "You got such a remarkable brain in that pretty little head of yours. Thank you."

    I was a bit taken back, "For what?"

    "Letting me get to know you," He shrugged, "I'm not done yet."

    I didn't even know what to say, but it didn't even matter because I forgot all about it when he hissed and looked down at his forearm.

    "You're hurt," I observed watching the cut bleed.

    "Its just a scratch, must've gotten it climbing back onto shore," He shrugged.

    "Let me help?" I asked holding out my hand.

    He pulled up his sleeve and held out his arm. I gently took it and pressed my hand to the wound, healing it. I didn't even realize how intently he stared at me. He took his arm back and examined it.

    "Good as new! Thank you!"

    "I think we should go get changed," I suggested seeing as he looked uncomfortable in his wet clothes.

    "Good idea. See you Addams," He walked to his tent area.

    After we changed everyone gathered in the courtyard so the award can be presented.

    "The first Poe Cup took place in 1897 as a way to not only honor Nevermores most famous alumni, but to celebrate those values all outcasts share. Community, perseverance, and determination. And we certainly saw those values on display today," Weems said and haded Enid the trophy.

    "Congratulations to Ophelia hall!"

    All of Ophelia Hall stood there and cheered, Wednesday and I were not about it, per usual. We just decided to leave, our introverted demeanor was too much.

    "I'm peopled out for the next century," I said sitting on a statue.

    I looked up at the book the statue was holding and gasped, "Wednesday, look!"

    She came and joined me, looking too. The symbol from the drawing Rowan had. We shared a look.

    "What're you two doing?" Enid shouted coming to get us.

    "People are smiling at us out there, its unsettling."

    "You took down Bianca Barclay! Try to enjoy it!" She walked us back out into the courtyard, "The girls wanna know if you two want to hang out later?"

    "We will think about it," Wednesday said.

    Enid squealed and ran back to her friends.

    "Its good to see you two fitting in. Just like your mother," Weems complimented.

    "We are entirely different people/species/everything," I explained to her.

    "The last time Ophelia Hall won the Poe Cup, your mother captained the team. I was her co-pilot. Maybe you're more alike than you think," Weems told us.

    We looked over at Bianca and the siren who Thing punched, they all looked miserable. I was satisfied. Wednesday and I went upstairs to do our writing time. We waited till late so no one would know what we were up to. Grabbing our flashlights we went back to examine that statue. I stood on it and read the words.

    "Its a riddle," I explained.

    "Read it to me, solving it," She said pulling out her notepad.

    "The opposite of moon, sun! A world between ours, nether. Two months before June, April. Self seeding flower, pansy! One more than one, two! Its leaves weep to the ground, willow! It melts in the sun, ice! It's beginning and end never found, circle! Every rule has one, exception!" I read out.

    "Snap twice!" She said as I hopped down.

    I lifted up my hand and snapped twice. The statue moved and revealed a staircase, photos lined the walls, books bombarded the cases at the bottom. The exact same symbol that was on the paper occupied the floor. I moved my light to see a picture of our mother and father, I cringe. Wednesday walked over to a book, seeing as how the dust no longer rested in front of it, looking as though it was used recently. And it was purple, she grabbed it, but before I could understand what was going on darkness took over my vision. Luckily, I'm not afraid of the dark.

I was slammed into a chair and my hands were tied tightly behind my back, the bag still over my head, I could only think about how exciting this all was, my kind of party. However, I knew who was behind this, its just fun to pretend my life was at stake. The bag was ripped off my head and I looked to my right to see my sister, mirroring my expression. Eight people formed a circle around us and a projector was lighting us up.

"Who dares reach our inner sanctum?" A warped and edited voice echoed.

"You can take the mask off, Bianca," I rolled my eyes.

And she did, followed by everyone else, "Wait, I liked you better with it on."

"How did you get down here?" Xavier asked curiously.

"Rowan showed us," I explained, "left pocket."

Xavier walked over and pulled out the picture from my pocket.

"We tracked the watermark down to the Poe statue, then we solved the riddle," I explained, this began to get boring just as quickly as it was exciting.

"Wait, there's a riddle? I thought we just snapped twice?" Kent asked confused.

They all huffed and shook their heads with annoyance.

"Well aren't you the brightest of the bunch?" Wednesday sarcastically asked.

"The Nightshades are an elite social club. Emphasis on elite," Bianca explained.

"We have roof parties, camp outs, and the occasional midnight skinny-dip," Yoko bragged.

"And Yoko's an amateur mixologist."

"She makes a killer virgin mojito. It can get pretty wild," Ajax said proudly.

"Gee, that does sound exciting," I said sarcastically.

"Do you guys even have a bedtime?" Wednesday added, "Last I heard, the Nightshade had been disbanded."

"Yeah, the group kinda lost its charter 30 years ago after some normie kid died," Xavier explained.

"But we have a lot of wealthy alumni, so Weems looks the other way so long as nobody makes any waves," Yoko explained.

"Someone like Rowan?" Wednesday asked.

"We booted that loser last semester," Bianca said harshly, "Question is, what're we gonna do with them? Only members are allowed in this library."

"I say we invite them to pledge," Xavier broke the silence?

"What?"

"They have a legacy," He said pointing to our parents picture on the wall.

"After the crap they pulled in the Poe Cup, there's no way in hell," Bianca snapped, "We talk about not making waves, they're a tsunami."

"Looks like someone's still a sore loser, just because I beat you at your own game? Let us save you the trouble, were not interested in joining," I said smirking darkly at Bianca.

"You're seriously turning us down?" Yoko asked shocked.

"Can you believe it?" Wednesday asked sarcastically shocked.

They looked amongst each other shocked, offended, amongst other things.

"Untie them," Bianca demanded.

"We freed ourselves five minutes ago," I said as we both held the ropes up.

I stood up and went to Xavier grabbing the picture from his hand and starting to walk out, but the siren that was helping Bianca sabotage the Poe Cup stood in front of us.

"Do you want a matching black eye?" I said and physically shoved him out of the way, walking up the stairs and out of the secret library.

I turned when I realized Wednesday wasn't following, but then I heard, "It's amateurs like you who give kidnapping a bad name."

We went upstairs and examined the book, I pulled the picture out of my pocket and aligned it with the ripping, "If we're going to be responsible for Nevermores demise, why are we sharing this apocalypse with a pilgrim?"

The next day we were supposed to be volunteering in Jericho called Outreach Day, make the outcasts seem more normal, but that also gives us an excuse to poke around pilgrim world.

"Volunteering starts at ten am sharp, followed by a community lunch at one. As we know Outreach Day culminates in a very special event the dedication of a new memorial statue in the town square, which will also include performances by Nevermore students." The crowed erupted and Weems continued, "As representative of our school, I trust you will all put your best face forward."

The people with no faces laughed and so did the rest of the student body. Wednesday examined the crowd, arms crossed, unamused, per usual. The teachers began to hand out volunteer notes. I opened mine to see the Pilgrim World. Wednesday opened hers too.

I huffed annoyed, "Pilgrim World, fantastic!"

Enid ran over to us, "I got Uriahs Heap," her voice disappointed.

"What's that?" I asked.

"A creepy, weird antique store. You two would love it," She explained, "I'm just hoping Ajax and i will be outreaching together."

"You will. I heard him say he got Uriahs Heap too," I said.

She squealed.

"Y/n, can we switch, I need to get to Pilgrim World, I have to look for something I saw in a vision," Wednesday explained.

I nodded and opened hers to see the weathervane.

"Ooo, the Weathervane, I heard Xavier is volunteering there too," Enid winked.

"At least I wont be alone," looking over at Xavier mess around with Ajax.

"Tyler works there too," Wednesday reminded.

I nodded remembering, but my brain went to when Xavier said, not once but twice, he was bad news. I didn't understand, Tyler was really sweet.

"Wednesday, don't worry about your cello, I brought it to the town square already," Weems said with a teasing smile.

"My cello?"

"You will be performing with the towns marching band this afternoon. I caught our serenade the other night, impressive," She explained ad then looked over at me, "Don't worry, you'll have your chance to show off your guitar skills."

"Can't wait," I faked a smile.

We got off the bus that brought us to Jericho.

I saw Xavier crossing his arms and staring at a white wall, "Why are you staring at a blank wall?"

"It wasn't blank last Outreach day," He said bitterly.

"Is this because we rejected your invitation?" Wednesday snapped.

"I did go out on a limb for you two," He shrugged.

"Please we're just cannon fodder in whatever Cold War you're waging with Bianca," Wednesday said, "Besides we have other things to worry about."

"Like what?"

"Like tracking down the monster that killed your former rommmate," Wednesday explained.

I crossed my arms and make my focus on something else, because i knew this would turn into something.

"You're still on that? Everyone saw him leave," Xavier rolled his eyes.

"Have you spoke to him since?" She asked him.

"I texted him a few times, but I never heard back from him. I just figured he wanted to put Nevermore in his rear view mirror," Xavier shrugged.

"Or... he's dead," I said looking away from the spot i made myself comfortable in.

"I don't know why you care so much, its not like you new the guy," he snapped walking away.

We followed and i started pulling the book out of my bag.

"I don't know why you care so little," Wednesday observed.

"Oh so I guess you can add 'thief' to your resume," Xavier said.

"People can dismiss us all they want but we wont stop," Wednesday said annoyed.

"You didn't seem surprised when I showed you this last night," I showed him the picture again, "You've seen it before."

"Yeah, a few days before the Harvest festival. I saw it open on Rowan's desk. I thought he may have stole it when we kicked him out of the Nightshades, then i confronted him and he kinda went ballistic on me," He explained looking extremely uncomfortable.

"He threw you against the wall with his telekinesis," Wednesday pulled back the memory of her vision.

He looked back at us suspiciously, "Yeah, how did you know that?"

"Lucky guess," I shrugged

"Its weird you two are in this. It was made, what, 30 years ago? And what the hell is Crackstone doing in the picture with you?" He asked.

"You know who that is?" I asked surprised.

"Yeah that's Joseph Crackstone, he's like Jerichos funding father. He's a big deal around here. Look, that's him," Xavier said pointing to the poster being hung up.

"We should get to the town square," I suggested, "Weems will have our heads."

We walked through town to where he rest of Nevermore is located on the bleachers, just in time to hear the mayor speech, or whatever it was.

"We have a special announcement," Weems said.

"Welcome, welcome, Nevermore Academy! Now on behalf of the entire Jericho community we are so so pleased to have you all here today. Your generosity and hard work are truly... outreachous!" The mayor said with an overly fake smile.

"Okay, everyone, we will see you all back here for lunch. Enjoy!" Weems said dismissing us.

We all started walking to our assignments, "Wednesday! Keep me posted!"

She nodded and walked to Pilgrim World.

"Y/n!" Xaviers voice shouted, "Where are you headed?"

"Weathervane," I said simply, "Customer service is my hidden talent, y'know?"

"What a happy coincidence, I'm volunteering there too!" he said.

We walked into the Weathervane and Tyler stood behind the counter. He looked up at us, smiling at me and awkwardly nodding at Xavier.

"Glad to have some help around here, its quite busy today," Tyler said as we walked up to he counter.

"How about Xavier help with the coffee and Y/n you can take orders?" He suggested handing us aprons.

I took off the top part of my uniform and Xavier did the same, I was left in a plain black t-shirt and my black skirt. I looked at the apron and then back at Tyler, seeing as how it was light brown.

He chuckled softly and went to the back bringing another apron, white this time, "Sorry we don't have black."

I nodded and put it on. I looked over at Xavier, his jaw clenched.

    "Okay Y/n, Xavier, here's how you work the register," Tyler said coming over.   

    He explained all the buttons and abbreviations for the different coffee options and their inclusions. Then he went over and showed Xavier and me where everything is to make the coffee.

    "Welcome to Weathervane! Okay Y/n, here's your first customer," Tyler said smiling at me nervously, "Good luck!"

    The teenager walked up to he counter.

    "What do you want?" I asked brutally, staring at him from behind the register.

    The boy stuttered and paraded with his words, taken back by my tone.

    "Uh, okay, Y/n, how about you and Xavier switch," Tyler said grabbing my shoulders and guiding me back to the coffee station.

    Xavier stifled a laugh and went to take his order. Tyler guided me in making a iced vanilla latte, per the customers request.

    Tyler went to deliver the kid his coffee, apologizing for my tone, explaining I'm just not good with people.

    Xavier laughed, "What happened to customer service being your hidden talent?"

    "Sarcasm in a man's presence really goes in one ear and out the other," I shook my head.

    The bell rang and another customer walked in, Tyler comes over, "Y/n, I want you to try again, okay? This time, could you please be a little more... um..."

    "Not myself?" I interrupted, "I can try."

    Tyler sighed nervously and both boys watched me intently go up to the counter.

    I forced myself to give a soft smile and used my 'customer service voice', "Hi, what can I get for you?"

    "Two medium caramel macchiatos, to-go, please?" The woman ordered., as I entered the data into the register.

    "$11.55," I stated the price taking her card and swiping it, then handing I back, "Your order will be ready shortly."

    I turned to look at the boys who just had the same dumbfounded looks.

    "What?" I demanded as they popped out of the trance.

    "I just didn't expect that," Tyler explained with a surprised smile.

    "Guess you have a hidden talent in customer service after all," Xavier said flipping a towel over his shoulder.

    "Hey, I'll be right back," Tyler said walking to the back.

    "So what was the order, I couldn't hear over your sweet customer service voice," Xavier teased.

    "Two medium caramel macchiatos, to go," I explained.

    "Here, I'll show you how to make it," Xavier said as he made one and I made another.

    We made their coffees and I went over and delivered them and they walked out the door.

    I sighed walking behind the counter and leaning up against it, "Customer service is degrading. How people enjoy doing this, I don't understand."

    Xavier came over and laughed through his nose, trying not to make it noticeable, "You can always make your job fun, Y/n."

    "How?" I rolled my eyes keeping them locked on the cash register.

    After a quick moment of silence I felt something cold and wet hit my face. I flinched and wiped my cheek, examining the white substance, whipped cream. I looked over at Xavier, his face red from holding back his laughter. I picked up the bottle of whipped cream and squirted some onto a spoon, I flung it at Xavier and the whipped cream hit him directly in the middle of his face.

    I froze as Tyler walked out. Let me set the scene, Xavier standing there, face covered in whipped cream, I'm standing there with a spoon catapult.

    "What's going on?" Tyler asked confused.

    Xavier turned around and showed him the damage. Tyler began laughing.

    "Did she do that to you?" Tyler asked handing him a clean rag, "Looks like Y/n has a sense of humor after all. You're just full of surprises, aren't you?"

    He seemed quite fascinated by me, in a matter of seconds.

    "I guess," I shrugged.

    Xavier looked between the two of us, obviously upset, "I'm gonna go wipe some tables down."

    After a couple hours, not too long before lunch time, I saw my sister there examining something on the wall.

    "Aren't you supposed to be at Pilgrim World?" I asked.

    "I deserted it while my sanity was still in tact," She said ringing the bell.

    I knew deep down she wasn't just here for me, but for Tyler too.

    "You rang?" He smiled at the two of us.

    "You know the original pilgrims meeting house, the one from the 1600's?" Wednesday asked him unfolding a map, " Do you know if its still around."

    "Whats left of it is out in Cobham Woods, but its pretty much a ruin," He explained.

    "Show me," She demanded.

    "There, but, look, its kinda sketchy. Squatters, meth heads use it as a crash pad, my dad has to clear it out every couple of weeks. Whats this about?" He pressed.

    "Nothing," I said.

    He smiled knowingly, "You two are really becoming obsessed with this whole monster in the woods thing."

    "Would you rather we develop an obsession with horses and boy bands?" I snapped.

    Wednesday looked at me, "Lets go, Y/n."

    I looked between Tyler and Wednesday, I took my apron off knowing I need to know what Wednesday found out.

    "Wait, you know those woods are sketchy and its hard to find. I could escort you this afternoon. My shift ends at 2:00," He offered.

    "Principal Weems would hang, draw and quarter us if we missed the big statue dedication," I explained.

    "As enticing as that sounds I prefer we keep a low profile. Besides, we know our way around the great outdoors," Wednesday added.

    "Don't tell me you two were Girl Scouts?" Tyler cracked.

    "I could eat Girl Scouts for breakfast. Actually, I have an uncle who went to prison for that," I raised my brows.

    We turned and went to walk out, I passed by Xavier and made awkward eye contact, I knew he was upset, but I was unsure what about.

We walked quite a ways from the town and in the middle of the woods. The ruins still looked like a house, charred, beaten down, disgusting, but you could still tell what it was. I set my bag down and Thing crawled out.

“I was expecting more,” I said looking at what was the fireplace.

A hand grabbed my shoulder and a raspy voice growled in my ear, “Who are you talking to little girls?”

“Use the words little and girl to address me again and I can’t guarantee your safety,” I snapped and ripped his hand from my shoulder, “And never touch me!”

“This is my place! Get out!” He sneered.

“Thing!” I demanded.

His fingers patted across the ground and crawled up the man’s leg, gripping onto his throat and guiding him away from us. Assuming he ran off because Thing was back and he was gone, just as quickly.

“There’s nothing here,” Wednesday sighed kicking a piece of trash.

“Wait… Thing may have a point,” I looked over at Wednesday, “What if you try touching something?”

“I can’t just touch something,” Wednesday stated looking between the two of us.

Thing suggested she should ask our mother for advice. I shook my head knowing he just pinched a nerve.

“I’d rather dye my hair pink than ask my mother for advice,” she snapped.

He egged her on to prove it.

“Fine!” She said touching a beam, then the fireplace, confirming nothing was happening at the moment.

“Ah, I bet this will give us some real insight,” she said holding up a Taco Bell bag and faking a vision.

I shook my head and grabbed my bag, we obviously weren’t going to find anything here, so we might as well leave.

“My visions are about as predictable as shark attacks,” she mumbled.

I walked out the door and it started closing on its own, she grabbed the door and her head flew back.

“Shit!” I shouted catching her before her body hit the ground.

She had been out for 20 minutes at this point.

“She’ll be alright, I have a feeling this is going to be important,” I said to Thing who asked if she was okay every 10 seconds.

I placed her head on my bag as it started to pour down rain, “Perfect.”

About 5 minutes later she woke up, immediately looked at me, “Y/n! I saw her! The girl from my visions! Her name is Goody Addams, I believe she’s our ancestor from 400 years ago.”

We heard crackling from outside the beaten down ruins and Wednesday went over to investigate, “Must’ve been the bearded man from earlier!”

She looked back and the monster popped up,into her view, startling her she took a few steps back.

“We should follow it! Maybe it’ll leave prints!” I suggested running in the direction it went.

We ran down a dirt road and saw some tracks. Until they turned into human foot prints.

I bent down and looked at the prints, “The monster is human.”

“What the hell are you doing?” A voice came from behind us.

“We were following the monster,” I stated to Xavier.

He held an umbrella and looked quite concerned. He shuffled uncomfortably.

“It’s here? You saw it? Do you two have a death wish or something?” He said looking around.

“What exactly are you doing here?” Wednesday asked suspiciously.

“ I overheard you say you were checking out the old meeting house. I guess you’re lucky I showed up when I did,” he said swaying uncomfortably, continuously looking over our shoulders.

“We did learn one thing… the monster, it’s human!” I said.

“It’s tracks turned from monster prints to human prints,” Wednesday explained.

I turned to look at the prints but they were gone.

“Show me,” Xavier demanded.

“They’re gone,” I said pointing to where they were, “I guess the rain washed them away.”

Xavier scoffed.

“We know what we saw!” Wednesday snapped.

Xavier started walking.

“I think I believe you about Rowan,” he said.

“Why the sudden change of heart?” I asked still out in the rain as Wednesday and Xavier took up underneath the umbrella.

While talking he grabbed my shoulder, wrapped an arm around me and pulled me underneath it, rubbing my shoulder trying to keep me warm. Part of me believes he doesn’t even realize he did it.

“I texted him asking him if he wanted to go snowboarding over spring break like we did last year, but he texted me saying that he wouldn’t be able to make it,” he explained.

“Only you never went snowboarding last year,” I put the pieces together.

“ I didn’t want to think something bad happened,” he said shaking his head, hand traveling down to my waist, still keeping me close.

“The cover-up is always worse than the crime,” Wednesday grumbled.

“Be honest with me, why did you come out to the old meeting house in the first place?” Xavier said and stopped walking.

“We wanted to learn more about Crackstone and how he is related to all of this,” Wednesday explained.

“And you were trying to use your psychic abilities,” Xavier smirked.

“What makes you think I have any?” Wednesday deflected, trying to get this to stop.

“Lucky guess. When did they start?” Xavier asked and we all began walking again.

Part of me ignored their conversation because all I could think about is how Xavier was holding onto me. How he hasn’t let go. How even though I’m soaking wet he’s still kind enough to try and keep me dry, not caring that I’m getting his clothes wet. I don’t know what happened in the conversation, but I know whatever Xavier said it upset Wednesday.

“I saw Joseph Crackstone as clearly as I’m seeing you now. He rounded up all the outcasts and burned them alive,” she explained.

“So he was a sadistic asshole. It was 400 years ago. It’s got nothing to do with now,” Xavier knew nothing, clearly.

“But what if it does?” She said, “You saw Rowan‘s drawing. Crackstone was standing in the quad.”

“You’re creating a story in your head and using visions to back it up back it up. They’re telling you what you want to see,” Xavier defended based on what his father told him.

“Are you mansplaining my power?”

“All I’m saying is that my dad, the expert, would warn you that psychic ability isn’t rooted in logic. It’s triggered by emotions.. and let’s be honest, emotion isn’t your strong suit,” he said.

“ I believe Rowan‘s right. Something bad is going to happen and I need to stop it. Starting with that monster.” Wednesday said then turned to Xavier, “Whoever to may be.”

She hurried and walked away. The gears of my mind began to turn, why did she say that and looked directly at Xavier? I know I’ll find out sooner or later what she’s thinking. I’ve never disagreed with my sister, but if she thinks Xavier is the monster… I guess, everything always happens a first time. I just never thought it would be over something like this.

“You gonna go with her?” Xavier asked moving to the other side of his umbrella.

“Do you want me to go with her?” I asked looking at him curiously.

“No, I like your company, but I also don’t want you to be somewhere where you don’t wanna be,” Xavier said shrugging and we continued slowly walking back to Jericho for the statue dedication.

I reached my hand up, making an extremely bold move, and held the umbrella too, touching our hands. I saw him glance over as I kept my attention, as best I could, to the trees and the muddy road. He slid his hand down to cover mine.

“Your hands are freezing,” he commented as a cover, of course, but I wouldn’t call him out on it.

“So, just out of curiosity, why were you so upset back at the Weathervane?” I asked looking up at him, seeing him swallow.

“It bothers me when you talk to Tyler,” he admitted.

By the way his voice shook, I could tell he was nervous and him looking everywhere but me gave it away as well.

“Why do you care so much about who I talk to? It’s not like we’re dating. Tyler doesn’t seem that bad.”

“You don’t know him like I do,” Xavier shook his head in frustration.

“Well, until you tell me a valid reason to stay away from him, I won’t. Besides, he’s taken a liking to Wednesday,” I was hoping to get more information out of him.

“Not just Wednesday,” he mumbled underneath his breath.

“Why do you say that?” I asked out of pure curiosity.

“I can tell by the way he looks at you,” Xavier stopped and looked at me, the rain seemed to be lightening up.

“And how’s that?” I asked quite uncomfortably.

“Like he likes you,” Xavier shrugged.

“And how would you know that?”

“Because it’s the way I look at you!” Xavier basically shouted.

I could’ve sworn I stopped breathing. I was over taken by emotion that I’ve never felt before. I didn’t know what to say or how to react. My hand fell off of his. I felt on the verge of a heart attack.

“This is too much, Xavier,” I rubbed my forehead.

“Why? Why can’t you ever think someone could have feelings for you? Why can’t you ever think that someone would put up with that unique personality you have? Or your sister? Or your family? I would! Because that’s how much I care for you. If you’d finally let someone in and give them a chance,” he grabbed my hand and placed it on his chest.

“I can’t open up, just to get my heartbroken, Xavier. It’d be humiliating. Please, just let me think,” I sighed, overwhelmed.

He took his hand off mine and pressed it to the side of my face, “As much time as you need.”

My hand slowly slid off of his chest, “We should get to the statue dedication.”

The rest of the walk was quiet, not awkward though. I ended up putting my hand back on his, I felt comfort there. Although the rain had almost completely stopped, we used the umbrella as an excuse to be close, without admitting it.

After I had parted with Xavier, unfortunately, I met up with Wednesday to go over a plan. She told me Thing will be getting gasoline, which we’d use to blow up the Crackstone statue. I obliged, as I just love causing mischief and chaos. Thing went to put it in position because Weems was watching us, not so much me, but you could never be too careful. The students began to gather around and sit on the bleachers, the orchestra sat in front of us, that included Wednesday.

“This seat taken?” Xavier asked sitting down next to me with a smile.

I nudged him with my elbow discreetly, but I felt eyes burning into me. I knew it was Bianca and I was satisfied, once again. Wednesday may not be about the drama and the cat fights, but hell… I am! Antagonizing the mean girls is something I’d never get tired of.

The mayor stood and started his speech, “It is my honor to celebrate our town‘s history and Jericho‘s noble forefather, Joseph Crackstone. Now, he believed that with a happy heart and an open ear there was nothing our town couldn’t achieve. So together as one our community and our friends at nevermore academy, we built a monument to celebrate that his memory. Now may the spirit of Joseph Crackstone be memorized for eternity.”

The orchestra began playing. The mayor and principal Weems posed for the camera as the mayor was preparing to hit the button that would signal the fountain underneath Joseph Crackstones statue to turn on. And I immediately knew that Thing would be setting fire soon. I watched Wednesday glance over to where Thing would be.

The statue went off. People began screaming. I couldn’t help but crack a smile, as did my sister when making eye contact with me. Xavier shielded my body with his.

“LET’S GO!” He grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the fire.

I knew this wouldn’t go down well with Weems and I couldn’t let Wednesday take the fall. Although I know she wouldn’t mind. But she was my sister.

“I have to go get Wednesday,” I pulled away as he called my name and I went over to Wednesday.

She continued playing the cello and she smirked at Weems, she looked pissed, I knew we were in for it.

Back at Nevermore, we were in her office as she screamed at us. Wednesday asked me not to speak, as she wants me to remain on Weems good side.

“That was a disaster! The mayor is furious! I’ve lost count of the number of angry phone calls, emails, and people in the town alumni and parents. They want answers and so do I,” she demanded.

“I would lead the inquisition but I left my thumbscrews and rack back home,” Wednesday said.

“Miss Addams… You’re already on thin ice. Wafer-thin ice!”

“I swear on my late scorpion soul, my hands are clean,” she wasn’t technically lying.

“I may not have hard evidence but I see you… You’re a trouble magnet! And Y/n… I thought you were doing better, but you’re causing as much trouble as she is. We’re you in on this too?”

“If trouble means standing up to lies, decades of discrimination, centuries of treating outcasts like second-class citizens or worse…” I explained.

“What are you talking about?” She asked.

“Jericho. Why does this town even have an out reach day? Don’t you know it’s real history with out casts? The actual story of Joseph Crackstone?” Wednesday asked.

“I do. To an extent,” Weems admitted.

“Then why be complicit in its cover up? Those who forget history are doomed to repeat it,” Wednesday explained.

“That’s where you and I differ. Where are you see doom I see opportunity. Maybe this is a chance to rewrite the wrongs and start a new chapter in the Normie outcast relations,” Weems explained.

“Nothing has changed since crack stone. They still hate us. only now they sugarcoat it with the platitudes and smiles. If you’re unwilling to fight for the truth-“ I was cut off by Weems.

“You don’t think I want the truth? of course I do. But the world isn’t always black-and-white. There are shades of gray.”

“Maybe for you,” Wednesday snapped.

“You two are exhausting!” Weems said to us.

“I know,” We said smirked.

“Goodnight girls!” She said through her teeth.

“Something you two must know, I don’t tire easily,” and we went off on our way.

We went up to our rooms and sat at our desks, with our minds so preoccupied we haven’t really been able to write, so obviously, we would take the first chance that we get. Enid however was pacing back-and-forth throughout the room getting ready for her date with Ajax.

“Too much?” She asked.

We turned around to see her holding the worlds ugliest shirt, we turned back around as quickly as we could.

“I feel like you just napalmed me Enid,” I said trying to shake off the jump-scare I just had.

“So glad I have my date with Ajax tonight. Get my mind off that train wreck of an afternoon. I literally think I have PTSD, I didn’t even get to do my dance routine,” Enid complained.

“What a tragedy,” I said sarcastically while typing on my typewriter.

“What kind of twisted psycho would want to sabotage such a life affirming event?” She asked.

Wednesday and I stopped typing simultaneously and glanced at each other.

“You’re going to be late,” Wednesday reminded.

“Wish me luck!” She said.

“If he breaks your heart I’ll nail gun his,” Wednesday said.

“What she said!” I looked at Enid over my shoulder.

Once Enid left, Wednesday paused and just stared at me.

“What?” I asked confused.

“What we’re you and Xavier doing? You were away with him for quite a while,” she crossed her arms and raised a brow.

“He told me that he thinks Tyler likes us,” I shrugged.

“Why does he care?”

“Because, not only does Xavier hate Tyler, for reasons I haven’t been able to squeeze out of him, but he admitted to… having feelings for me,” I said awkwardly, still unsure of how to process this.

“Don’t get too attached, y/n,” Wednesday said facing her typewriter and removing the paper she just finished, “Xavier is my main suspect in being the monster. I refuse to let him hurt you.”

Just then my suspicions were confirmed, I knew she thought he’s the monster. And now I have to make a very hard choice…

Do I agree with Wednesday even though I think she’s wrong and had zero evidence to back up this claim? Possibly losing the only guy who will ever be interested in me…

Or do I side with Xavier, betraying my sister, which I’ve never done? Causing potential arguments, which we’ve never had.

Oddly enough… I found a third option.

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s.h. | warnings: slightly sub!steve, cursing, edging, ass eating (we don't talk about it), reader is mean to steve

a/n: there's no summary, it's just pure filth... (inspired by lu <3)

He'd told himself he'll last, though he never does when you've got your lips wrapped around the thick girth of him. Your tongue teasing and sucking at his balls while your hand is fisted tightly around his slick cock thanks to your spit, jerking him off steadily while he tries to keep quiet. It's not his fault you both ended up horny on thanksgiving at the family dinner. It had nothing to do with the stuffed turkey or any other food on the table, he just looked incredibly handsome tonight.

Dressing up in one of his tight polos and some matching tight jeans, trying to make himself presentable for your family, he had happened to forget his contacts at home, so now he had to wear his glasses. Thin, silver rims nicely framing his face and eyes, slightly making them bigger which you thought was cute. So, not even halfway through the main course you had to excuse yourself, as well as him and shove him into the bathroom. Having to silence his begs and moans with your lips on his while you palmed him through his jeans, the zipper pressing painfully against his cock. “Fuck, am I thankful for this.” He murmurs against your lips, proud of his little pun, you can't help but roll your eyes.

Now, he's leaning against the wall, gripping the sink until his knuckles turn white while he's biting on his wrist. He had told you– more so challenged you, by saying that you couldn't make him cum before they brought out the dessert, but you took that seriously by trying to overwhelm him so he couldn't possibly try to keep himself from letting go. Your lips leaving his balls for a moment, slick with spit and shining in the low light of the bathroom, to pant and kiss at his thighs, tensing as you spin your wrist just right on your way up his cock, just under the leaky tip. “Tick tock, I'm thinking you're gonna lose,” He mumbles, barely managing to flash you that cocky smile when you give his thigh a nip, sucking on the skin to mark it up before looking up at him and narrowing your eyes.

Kicking his thighs apart, you glare at him before coming closer, leaning down and pushing your head closer between his legs. “Wait, baby, too far, fuck...” He tries to warn you but you don't listen to him, deliberately pushing yourself between his thighs, your face burying deeper until you reach his ass. His whole body tenses, jerking suddenly when your tongue licks at him, flicking over his muscle you can hear a wanton moan slip past his lips, trying his best to not let his thighs close around your head as pure, thick like honey, pleasure flows through him. “Holy fucking shit, that's...god that's...” He can't find his words as he pushes himself in your hand and over your tongue, legs shaking and threatening to buckle at the knees. You expected to be pushed away the moment your lips went past his balls, but he didn't seem that bothered by it, more so enjoying the bolts whacking through him as you licked and kissed at him.

His eyes go cross the moment your free hand comes up to roll his balls, squeezing them carefully to hear his high–pitched whine. “Please, please, needa cum...” He tries to whisper, cock throbbing and flushing further at the tip. You grin proudly, suddenly seeing him crumble to nothing but a jumble of pleas and curses, all caused by you. And his breathing is more labored, jutting his cock forwards once, twice in your tight fist before you're off of him in a flash, leaving his balls aching to release his load. He slumps against the wall, feeling his orgasm wash away. “So mean,” He shakes his head, biting into his bottom lip to keep himself from falling to the floor, glassy eyes barely able to focus on him. “Me? Mean? Never, now pull your pants up and get out, it'll be suspicious if we go back together after everyone just heard you whining like a little bitch while I was eating your ass.” You chuckle, wiping your mouth before patting his ass, cock dangling heavy and needy between his thighs while he watches you in shock as you get up.

“I can't go out with this thing between my legs, You can clearly see I'm having some trouble.” He points down to his cock, pouting slightly in a last effort of convincing you to get back on your knees. He gasps as you deal a soft slap to his tip, making his thighs jerk and dick jump before shrugging. “Tick tock, remember? You were right, I wasn't quick enough.” Grinning up at him, you wash your hands before arranging your hair a bit, before looking back at him. “It's not that big anyways. No need to worry about people noticing.” You wink, knowing that's the biggest lie to come out of your mouth, enjoying the way his mouth parts with some sort of a snarky reply before he decides against it. Instead, watching you leave the bathroom while he mutters some curses under his breath.

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[phantomspiderr]

By Any Means ║ Part 2

Pairing: Joel Miller x *f!reader

Word Count: 1.4k+

Summary: twenty years after your life completely went up in smoke. You've settled somewhere safe after years of risking your life but it looks like all of that is about to be turned upside down too when an old contact appears out of nowhere.

Warnings/Tags: tlou hbo spoilers, creepy drunk man, mentions of alcohol & drinking, trauma, canon level violence, cursing, mentions of death

a/n: sorry no joel in this chapter but I promise he'll be back next chapter! As always I hope you enjoy, I appreciate you. Anyway, the last chapter flopped so hard and kinda expect this one to as well but we move and I’m committed to posting it anyway. sorry it’s a bit shit.

Also, I forgot to shoutout my bestie in the last chapter, @natashasvixen you're the best! Couldn’t do anything without you, thank you for all your support🤍

*no real description of reader or gender as far as I know but I've written it with a female reader in mind

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“Well hello there darlin’,” your body involuntarily cringes upon hearing the nickname. Your reaching hand freezes around a glass and for a moment you think about the past, pre-outbreak, before quickly shaking your head at that thought.

“We’re closed.” You speak flatly, hoping the drunk will just turn around and leave. You don’t even turn to look in his direction. It’d been a long day, and you just wanted to clean up and go home.

“‘M not looking for a drink darlin’,” this time the nickname makes you angry. Sometimes you wonder why you ever decided to work in the only bar in this godforsaken town was a good idea.

“We’re still closed.” You continue clearing the table in front of you, then there’s a hand on your waist and you freeze again.

“I said I’m not looking for a drink,” he stinks, he smells of stale dirt and strongly of alcohol. His grip is harsh, and he has the audacity to push his body up against you. In a second, you grab onto his wrist, twisting until his arm is folded behind him, and he’s pinned against another table. A few glasses fly to the floor, smashing upon contact, and the already unsteady table wobbles.

“And I said we’re closed. Now, piss off.” You shove the man, and he fumbles to stay on his feet.

“Fucking bitch,” he spits on the floor at your feet, mumbling more drunk profanities as he exits the bar. When the heavy door closes, you finally let out a shuddering breath, your body now trembling just a little. You close your eyes and draw in a deep breath, attempting to calm your racing heart. Even after years of having to take care of yourself, you still find it hard to shake off the fear the courses through you during every confrontation.

You’d thought moving into this smaller town would be better than the QZ, that maybe people would be nicer, and that it’d maybe feel a bit more normal, but it wasn’t. No amount of ‘normal’ looking ration stores or homes made it feel like it used to. People were all too busy surviving that it wasn’t until they were a few drinks in that maybe they’d be nicer. There were a few exceptions, of course. You’d made a few distant friends along the way, but moving from place to place for years in an apocalypse wasn’t exactly the ideal situation to make close friends.

You were pretty much on your own now, having separated from the only two people you knew after one too many innocent lives had been taken. You’d never agreed with the Hunter's way of life, but you had loved Joel enough to follow him anywhere. But he had become cruel and cold towards everyone, especially to you. You had of course always understood why, everyone had become some sort of shell of who they once were, but eventually it had taken a toll.

It was after one exceptionally harsh fight, where in a drunken state Joel had proclaimed you were a burden that just hung around, that you simply left. It was the final straw. You’d learnt enough to defend yourself in the few years following Joel and Tommy on their suicide missions. So, you packed up what little things you had and just disappeared at the first sign of light. It was hard being alone after so many years, realising you know no one or anything about where you were. Then after days of travelling, you’d managed to sneak yourself into a quarantine zone and there you worked to keep yourself safe for a few years. Eventually, that life had bored you enough that you left with a small group of people, heading for a rumoured town free of FEDRA’s command. It wasn’t all the rumours had made it out to be, but it was the place you called home for now. You had a little house that you shared with a few people, there was some livestock and best of all it was safe, for the most part. It would do for now, even though you longed for something better. Somewhere with nicer people, one of those bigger communities you’d heard about, a place where everything almost felt normal.

Your fingers rub at your temples, attempting to fight off an impending headache before going back to your cleaning up with a huff. The days felt like they were testing you, for reasons you don’t know, but you were tired.

“Oh fuck off will you!” The words tumble out of your mouth upon hearing the front door creak open again. Assuming it to be the drunk guy from before or just another drunk wanting his ass kicked.

“Well it’s good to see you again too,” the familiar voice immediately has your head whipping around.

“Marlene?!”

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“Well, what the fuck do you want?” Forcefully, you place a glass down in front of Marlene, the contents spilling a little onto the table you’d just cleaned. You sit across from her, arms folded over your chest and an unfriendly look on your face.

“You’re not in the best of moods, maybe I should travel across the states looking for you at a better time?” Her sarcasm is not helping your mood, and your face tells her that much. Marlene sighs deeply before taking a sip of the drink, wincing at its strength, and then continuing. “I need your help.”

You loudly scoff, on the brink of getting up from the table and just leaving there and then. Let’s just say your last interaction with Marlene was not a polite one; you’re sure you can remember her calling you a deserter and a bitch all in the same breath.

“It’s important.”

“Not a fucking chance.”

She sighs out your name before rubbing a hand over her face.

“I need you. You’re the only one I know that can do this-”

“No! No, Marlene. You fucked me over once to save your precious Fireflies, and I don’t doubt you’d do it again!” You’re both trying to be louder than the other, talking over each other like it’ll stop you from hearing what the other has to say.

“There’s a cure.” She says it too simply for it to be true.

“Bullshit!”

“Ok, there will be.” This time you’re quiet, wanting to hear what story she’s concocted to make you fall back into her business. Your silence is enough of a go ahead for her to keep going. “There’s a girl. She’s immune, and I have doctors across the country that say she is the cure for all of this.”

“So, that’s what you want? A glorified babysitter for some kid?”

“No. Something went wrong-”

“There it is.” You slam your hands onto the table, moving to your feet. You're done with the conversation, bad things tend to follow Marlene and you just don’t want to be involved this time.

“Will you just fucking sit down and listen!” You both stare at each other for far too long of a moment until you concede, sitting back in your chair. Marlene downs the remainder of her drink before she starts talking again.

“I had… some people agree to take her to a drop off point. Things went south with that crew, last I heard one of them was infected, and then nothing. I need a group to go, track them down. Make sure the girl’s still living. Take her where she needs to be.” You’re shaking your head, not believing for a second you’re actually considering this suicide mission. “I’ve already organised a group and a rendezvous point that we’ve encoded over the radio in case Jo- in case they hear it, so they know where to go.”

“And why the fuck do you need me? If I remember right, you called me a traitor for wanting something more to life than fucking Firefly chaos.”

“You’re one of the best we’ve got.” You raise an eyebrow at her. “Okay, had. Look, can you just set aside whatever shit happened between us and realise what this girl means.”

She’s really selling this in a way only Marlene can. Ultimately, you could just say no, and go back to cleaning alcohol-stained tables and piles of puke off the floor. Or… you could go, maybe be part of history, or at the very least die trying. Goddamn Fireflies and their hope.

“Fine.” Marlene’s visibly shocked by your response. “But,” her face drops again, knowing she should have expected a but, “after that, I’m done. I don’t want to hear from you again. Ever.” 

There’s just silence as you stare at one another, and then Marlene smiles before extending her hand toward you. You look at it for a moment before sighing and against your better judgment making the deal and shaking her hand.

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[theiauwu]

OHOHOHOHO MY TIME HAS COME, how about, hear me out, Viktor / reader reverse comfort, where Vik doesn't feel like he's good enough for anything, maybe they/them pronouns to include kind of everyone?

Pairing: Viktor x Gender Neutral! Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Genre: minor angst, one shot

Here you go!

Thank you for requesting, I had fun writing this and I hope you enjoy it!

Content Warning: self depreciation thoughts & comments, Gender Neutral! reader

Why wasn’t he able to solve this?

In theory it should be a simple fix but as he steps back to evaluate the equations on the board, nothing adds up. Something was missing but he couldn’t figure out what.

He had been staring at the same numbers for hours now and it was driving him insane.

Normally he would ask Jayce to take a look but the man was on a week-long trip away from Piltover for some excursion related to the raw materials they needed for some other Hextech projects.

Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath to sooth his nerves before picking up his notes to go through them once again, hoping to find what he had missed.

He was close to finding the solution, he had to be.

After putting on your attire, you take one final look in the mirror for a final check on your appearance. You had been waiting for tonight for a few weeks now and you couldn’t wait to try that new dessert they’ve been promoting.

You’ve heard many praises on it and you were finally going to find out what all the fuss was about.

“I hope he likes it. He’s always been so picky with his sweets.” You mumbled before laughing to yourself as you pictured him frowning at the sugary treat while trying his best not to bluntly voice his opinion.

Picking up your belongings, you strolled leisurely into the living room to leave them there before making your way into the kitchen. You just need to check on something before you leave the apartment.

“Hmm…I mean, we can eat it as breakfast if it doesn’t happen. No way he’ll ever say no to eating this.” Closing the oven door, you give everything a quick glance over. Making sure that nothing was out of place you head back to the living room.

You looked at the clock hanging on the wall, you took note that it was a little earlier than you had expected.

Shrugging your shoulders, you rationalized that it was better to be early than be late to an appointment. Grabbing your items, you head out the door with a light spring in your steps.

“Hey Viktor? I’m going to head out now.” A soft voice calls out to him, breaking him out of his concentration.

Looking up from the papers, he sees his assistant, Ms Young, with her bag all packed up and ready to head back for the day.

Strange. Usually she leaves the lab pretty late, especially with the annual exhibition coming up.

It was then Viktor decided to check the time and that’s when he realized how late it had been. Desperately hoping the digits shown in his pocket watch were wrong, he takes a quick glance outside his window and curses internally.

The sky was pitch black, the sun nowhere to be seen in the dark star filled sky.

He was late.

He was very incredibly late.

Rushing to shove the papers into a messy pile, he picks up his crutch and belongings before dashing his way out the door past a confused Sky. But he didn’t care, he had more pressing matters to tend to.

While rushing to his destination in a frantic manner, his bad leg did nothing to ease the situation which added to his already piling frustration.

He found himself constantly tripping in between his steps and almost falling on his face more than a handful of times. But nevertheless, his maintained his fast pace to the best of his abilities, not wanting to be later than he already is, not if he could help it.

The two of you had been planning this night out for several weeks now. He honestly couldn’t remember the last time you had gone on a date together. With both your schedules filled to the brim, it had even become difficult just to see each other on a daily business.

He certainly didn’t help with his constant late nights at the lab, never really knowing when to stop and take a step back.

Which is why he was so thankful that you had decided to adjust and move around your schedule just to make time for this dinner without needing him to mend his.

All he needed to do tonight was to arrive on time and even that he was unable to do.

It seems that he was incapable of doing anything today. He thought to himself bitterly.

Upon arriving at the restaurant, he sees you standing outside the building staring mindlessly at your feet and he takes his time to catch his breath while staring at your form.

You were dressed to the nines and you looked beautiful, it was obvious you had put some effort into your ensemble of the night.

He then looks back at himself and grimaces at the sight. Multiple oil stains littered throughout his attire, probably staining it, and the wrinkles that now covered the sleeves of his once neatly ironed shirt. It didn’t escape his attention that some mud had weaseled its ways onto the bottom hem of his pants.

He probably looked like a mess, if only he had paid attention to the time. Or solve that darn equation.

As he continues to berate his appearance and himself in his head, he fails to notice your eyes on him. 

“Viktor! Finally here I see, and here I thought I was going to be forced to drag you out of that lab myself.” You teased while walking up to him, not knowing your words painfully dug its claws into his heart.

“I, uh, apologize for my tardiness my dear. Come, let us go.” He tries to shrug the guilt off of his conscience for now, his mind already working on ways to make it up to you.

The man tries to escort you into the establishment but then he sees your defeated smile and his heart sinks.

“Oh that? Um, since we missed our reservation by over half an hour they had no choice but to offer it to someone else on the waiting list.” You paused to give him an apologetic look. “I’m really sorry honey…”

Why were you apologizing to him? If anything he should be the one to beg for your forgiveness.

You had been working so hard to get this reservation and you had been the one to tirelessly free up your schedule to accommodate him. You had always been so thoughtful like that.

“Don’t worry about dinner though, we can still make tonight work.” Your words snapped him out of his thoughts and he looked over to see your small hopeful smile.

At that moment, he couldn’t help but feel as if he had failed you.

Deep inside, he knew he probably already has.

Nonetheless, he allows you to take his hand in yours and guide him in the direction of your shared home.

Upon stepping past the front door, he notices a familiar scent lingering in the air and spots you scurrying your way in the direction of the kitchen.

After setting his things down, he follows after you.

“Oh thank god it’s still warm.” Making past the entryway, he sees you kneeling in front of the oven with your mitten covered hands holding a pot of his favorite stew. “I had this made just in case we missed the reservation, I hope you’re hungry for (food name)!”

You didn’t notice his crestfallen face as you stood up to put the pot on the dining table.

Was he so incompetent that you had already anticipated his tardiness for you to prepare a plan B?

He appreciated you and your ability of foresight, truly he did. But at the moment his frustrations targeted at himself overpowered every other emotion he had as he limped away from the dining room. His hand paled from the way it tightly held onto the crutch.

You turned around from the cabinets holding the necessary utensils in your hands to see that you were all by yourself. Setting the items down, you walked out to see Viktor sitting hunched over on the couch while staring down on the ground with a defeated expression.

“Viktor?” You called out but he doesn’t look at you.

“I….don’t deserve you (y/n).” He quietly mumbles.

You feel your heart sink a little and you quickly make your way over to sit beside him but he still refuses to face you.

You stay quiet, allowing him to continue and he does.

“It’s just…” He sighs. “Nothing I do lately seems to go the way I intend for them to. I couldn’t even solve a simple error at the lab today. I failed to simply even show up punctually to an event I helped plan. And this damned leg…”

“Tell me, what good am I to this world? What good have I done?” He turns to look at you as he asked but just as quickly, he turns back. Unwilling to meet your gaze.

 You don’t reach out to him, not yet. You could feel that he needed the space for now and you respected that. Despite your heart clenching and begging for you to pull him close, you hold yourself back.

“I just don’t feel worthy of everything I have. I can’t find it in myself to believe that I am good enough for anything.” Feeling his frustration overwhelm him, he closes his eyes and places both hands to cover his face.

“Not my position at Hextech, not my lab and certainly not you. You’ve been nothing but kind and patient with me and I have done nothing to deserve it.”

Slowly, you reach over to pull his hands away from his face. He lets you.

With both hands, you cup the sides of his face and gently turn it to face you so you could make eye contact with him.

At that moment, he looked so tired and distraught. A striking difference from the usual him.

“Viktor, you are worthy of everything you have and more. I promise you.” He tries to refute you but you silenced him with a quick stern look. “You are smarter than anyone I have ever met. You are so caring, ambitious and hardworking. Not to mention stubborn, perhaps to a fault but we’ll discuss that later.”

You allowed yourself to smile when he released a small chuckle at the latter part of your small rant.

“You are an individual who has worked his way to achieve everything he has today. I promise you, everything you have now is a result of all your efforts.” With your thumb, you caress his cheeks and he reaches over to cover your hand while leaning into your touch.

Leaning forward to touch his forehead with yours, you whispered to him. “I love you Viktor. All of you.”

His heart clenched tightly at your words, but not in pain. It fills him with so many emotions and he couldn’t help but pull you close with his arms wrapped tightly around your frame.

“And I love you (Y/N). I truly don’t know what I’ll do without you.”

Words will never be able to describe how much he loves you but he will spend every waking moment proving it to you. 

That’s one promise he will never break.

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