#like does my life flash before my eyes every time? yes but do I fall? no

[stevie-petey]

episode five: dig dug

“You like Y/N?” Dustin asks at the same time as you ask, “You like me?” Steve rolls his eyes. “Yeah, barely. She’s on thin ice. But you, little Henderson? You just stole the flowers meant for my girlfriend, so backseat you go.” “Yes!” You cheer, pumping your fist in the air as you flash Steve a smile. “Thanks, Harrington.” He rounds the front of his car and opens the driver's side door. “Yeah, don’t get used to it. Like I said, you’re still on thin ice.”

Summary: you and dustin bury a body and con your mother into fleeing town, great sibling bonding time ! you play hockey with a monster, dustin gets ghosted by his friends, and now it's your turn to kidnap steve (technically dustin does, but you don't stop him) who later gives you some terrifying realizations.

Rating: general, swearing and slight violence

Warnings: blood, use of y/n, fem!reader, animal cruelty technically, weapons, cursing

Words: 7.5k

Before you swing in: hello ! late chapter update, but here ya go lovelies !! lots has happened recently, i got a sick ass job and im super excited and :))) so updates will definitely slow down again some more, but i promise i will update whenever possible. for now, please enjoy !

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“Remember how angry I was at you about hiding El from me last year?”

“Yeah?”

“Visualize the anger, multiply it by ten, and then take three steps back from me.”

Dustin trips over his feet to scramble away from you.

You’re currently in your own room, the door locked, with Dustin standing several feet away now as he heeds your warning. Never in your life have you felt such rage before, such blinding fury, and you thought you knew what anger was when your dad left.

But this? This is a new type of anger, one you know that only the older sister to Dustin Henderson could ever feel.

As soon as Dart had lifted its head up at you and screeched, you’d immediately snatched your brother’s hand into yours and ran out the door, door slamming behind you. Now, you’re hiding out in your room with no fucking clue what to do.

“You killed our cat.”

“Technically Dart did.” You glare at Dustin. You had actually liked Mews, she was the sweetest cat in the world and a gift for your fifth birthday. Your brother, sensing he’s only digging a deeper hole for himself, coughs. “I mean… Yeah. I killed our cat.”

Stepping back, you find your desk chair against your legs and fall into the seat. Exhaustion sweeps over you. There’s no time to grieve the loss of your cat. Not when there’s a baby demogorgon in Dustin’s room eating said cat’s corpse still. “What do we even do in this situation?”

“Not tell mom?” Again, you glare at Dustin and he squeaks in fear. “Well I mean, that’s all I can think of right now!”

A headache forms. “I should’ve gone with Jonathan and Nancy.”

Dustin thinks for a moment. “Where did they go, anyways?”

“No. You don’t get to ask any questions right now.”

“Yes ma’am.”

You sigh, a vague idea forming in your mind. “Okay, first we need get Mews out of the room. She was mom’s favorite child, we can’t just leave her in there to be diminished to bones.”

Dustin nods. “Obviously. We can do that… right?”

“We have to. Once she’s out of there, we just… leave Dart in there. At least for now. It’s already late in the afternoon and we need so much help from the party.”

“We can’t tell the party–”

“You’re right. We can’t,” Dustin sighs with relief, but you give him an evil smile. “But you can tell the party. You’ll radio everyone tomorrow, clean the house, and make a plan from there.”

Dustin tries to argue, but you hold a hand up. “You brought a baby demogorgon into our house. You lost every arguing privilege there is to lose.”

He groans, knowing you’re right. Next time, he’ll be better at hiding things from you because you’re a total buzzkill whenever you inevitably find out.

Together, the two of you hatch a plan. You’ll walk into Dustin’s room first, knives out and ready just in case, and Dustin will follow once the coast is clear. Then, he’ll lure Dart away from Mews’ body with chocolate (you don’t want to ask why), and once he’s gone you’ll snatch your cat’s body and flee the room immediately afterwards.

It’s a good plan.

That is, if it works.

“Ready?” You’re standing in front of Dustin’s door, your knives flicked open in your hand, ready for possible war with a foot long little demon.

Your brother pats your shoulder. “Don’t die, sis.”

“I’m holding knives as we speak. Touch me again and die.”

“I hope Dart eats your face.”

You smile. “There’s my brother. Okay, as soon as I’m inside the room, close the door. Then, when I knock three times, open it again and enter.”

“Wait for two knocks–”

“Three.”

“Three knocks. Right.”

You steady your breathing. Around the corner, you can hear your mom humming to herself as she makes dinner. She has no clue what’s going on, and you envy her for it. Your hand on Dustin’s door knob twists slowly, then, before you can psych yourself out, you turn the knob and throw yourself inside.

Quickly the door slams behind you, so at least Dustin did something right.

Your eyes, which had previously been squeezed shut, open slowly. When you don’t see any sign of Dart, you exhale. So far, so good. You walk towards the couch and find the creature still eating away at your dead cat, which you gag at.

Poor Mews.

You rap your knuckles against the door three times, alerting Dustin to come inside.

He opens the door and walks in, his hands fisted against his face as if that would do anything to keep him safe. You roll your eyes and flick his head, which he whines at. “Grab the chocolate and distract Dart, please.”

Dustin runs over to his desk and grabs a Musketeers bar. When you see the candy’s name, you want to slam your head against the wall. You know exactly why the monster’s name is Dart.

“Let me guess,” you say, your tone mocking. “D’Artagnan?”

“Don’t you have a corpse to collect?”

You scoff at him but step aside so that he can dangle the chocolate in Dart’s face. You watch, alert for any signs of danger in case you need to step in, but the monster seems to be pretty friendly with Dustin. You guess they really did create a bond.

Once Dart is far enough away from Mews, you run over and snatch up her body. You try not to think about the possible cat guts now all over your sweater. That will be a later issue. Like a lot of things in your life recently.

“Go, go, go!” You push Dustin towards the door.

He doesn’t need to be told twice, throwing the last piece of the candy bar at Dart’s face and running out the door right behind you. Once you’re both out the room with the door closed, you both lean against the wall and exhale deeply.

“Good job. Now onto phase two.”

Dustin makes a face. “Why do I have to distract mom?”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you hold up Mews’ bloody body. “Do you want to be the one to hold our dead cat?”

“Good point, I’ll go distract mom.” Dustin leaves, rounding the corner to go hopefully distract your poor mother in a sane way. With your luck, Dustin will spew some weird bullshit that will only make her more worried than she already is.

Right on cue, you hear Dustin say from the kitchen. “Mom, I think I broke my arm.”

The scream of fear your mom lets out would’ve been comedic had you not been holding her beloved dead cat.

Your mother runs around the kitchen, fretting over your brother, and the second she isn’t looking, you slip out the front door and quickly throw Mews’ body into your bush. You feel a bit bad about that, but there’s nowhere else to hide her body in broad daylight.

When you walk back inside, Dustin is being swaddled by your mother. “What did I miss?”

“Oh, Y/N!” Your mom sighs. “Dusty said he thought he broke his arm, but the silly boy seems to be okay.”

Dustin pats her back. “Ha, right. Silly me!”

Your mom looks up and then squints a bit, eying your sweater. You look down and your heart drops. It’s covered in Mews’ blood.

Fuck.

“Y/N, what’s that all over your sweater?”

“Paint!” You say while Dustin sputters, “Ketchup!”

“We… Were painting with ketchup.” You lie, sending a quick glare your brother’s way. Out of everything red, why ketchup?

“Oh, alright.” Your mom looks uncertain, but doesn’t say anything else about it. “Well, dinner is almost ready. Why don’t you go wash up, honey?”

The second you’re dismissed, you run into your room and yank the sweater off. You’ll burn it tomorrow. First chance you get.

A few seconds later, there’s a knock on your door before Dustin’s head pokes inside. “Dinner’s done.”

“Great. Holding your dead cat definitely works up an appetite.”

“Look, I’m sorry, okay?” Dustin tries to play it off, but you see the genuine upset in his eyes. He hadn’t meant to hurt anyone, and you know he loved Mews too.

You sigh and walk over to him and kiss his curls. “It’s okay. Next time, let’s not hide a monster from the Upside Down, yeah?”

“Deal.”

–

Dustin spends the night in your room, which you explain to your mom as needing some “serious bonding time”. She tears up at this, unaware of the fact that you’ll be making your brother sleep on the floor as punishment.

The next morning you and Dustin hatch yet another plan: get mom out of the house. Before you two can do anything else, you both agree that your mom cannot be anywhere near Dart. Plus, she’s already noticed Mews’ absence, so it’s only a matter of time before she finds the body in the bush.

“Alright, you’ll fake the phone call while I start gathering the supplies.” You tell Dustin while your mom calls for Mews outside. She’s at the bottom of the driveway, Mews’ favorite toy in her hand, shaking it around, unaware that the cat’s dead body is in the bush next to her.

“Got it. You remember where my old hockey suit is?” You nod at Dustin’s question, and he’s about to say something else before he sees your mom start walking back towards the house. “Shit! Game time, go!”

Dustin fumbles for the phone and you run to the living room closet. Just as you’ve entered your positions, your mom walks through the front door.

“Mewsy! Dusty, Y/N, sweethearts, you’re sure she’s not in your rooms?”

“No, mom.” You shake your head at her.

Holding up a finger, Dustin presses the phone to his ear and motions for the woman to remain quiet. “Uh-huh. Thank you so much, Mr. McCorkle. Thank you so much, you are a true lifesaver.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes. He’s laying it on pretty thick.

“Alright, this was great. Thank you, have a good one. Bye-bye now, all right. You too.” Dustin pretends to hang up the phone and smiles at your mom. “Alright, great news!”

“They found her?” Tears of joy lace your mother’s voice. You have to turn away, you know she’d notice the discomfort on your face. It feels horrible to be lying to your mother like this.

Dustin seems to be thinking the same thing, because he lowers his voice and gently approaches her. “No, but they saw her wandering around Loch Nora.”

More tears flow down your mom’s face. “How did the poor baby get all the way over there?”

“I don’t know, lost I guess. But they’re gonna look for her, and–and Y/N and I will stay here, just in case they call again. Right, Y/N?”

“Right!” You call from the closet, now quickly grabbing everything you can think of. Would a hammer be necessary?

“And you’re gonna go help look. Yeah?” Dustin’s only response is a relieved hug from your crying mother. “Yeah, give me a hug. Go get her!”

Your mom quickly composes herself and grabs her glasses. She presses a kiss to your forehead and seems to be in better spirits. “We’ll find her!”

“Mews will be home soon, mom!” You cheer, and your mom blows you another kiss.

“I love you,” Dustin sends her a thumbs up.

“I love you, kids.” And with that, your mom clutches her purse to her chet and sends one final kiss your way before shutting the door behind her.

As soon as the door shuts, you and Dustin scramble. Dustin heads to the backyard to open your cellar doors and you grab the remaining hockey gear from the closet. While you drag the uniform out to the living room, your brother begins to look through the fridge for any possible bait.

“Think Dart would like bologna?” Dustin calls over his shoulder as he digs around.

You groan, dropping the heavy goalie pads. “Last I checked, he wasn’t my secret Upside Down pet.”

“Touche.”

Dustin grabs the bologna and starts making a trail from his room towards the front door. While he does that, you start sorting through your own pile of gear, soccer to be specific. Dustin liked hockey, you preferred warmer sports. As you’ve finished lacing up your cleats and shin pads, Dustin returns.

“Okay, the bait is all set up. Got my hockey stick?”

You hand him what he needs. “Here, and your helmet is on the couch.”

Dustin gets ready and you retrieve some oven mitts from the kitchen. When you hand them to the boy, he looks at you like you’re insane. “What? Extra protection. Can’t hurt.”

He sighs and swipes them from your hand, putting them on. Once he’s ready, you help him stand up. He looks ridiculous in his old hockey gear, but you suppose you don’t look any better with your shin pads and Dustin’s spare shoulder pads.

“Alright. We all set?”

Dustin pats his helmet. “Ready.”

You walk towards his room, and once you’re there, Dustin pushes past you and bends down a bit so he can speak through his keyhole. “Alright, Dart. Breakfast time.”

“Do we have to mention breakfast right before we set him free?" You mumble, but your brother ignores you.

Slowly, he reaches towards the door handle and then flings it open. As soon as the door has been moved, Dustin practically knocks you to the ground in his haste to escape. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!”

His mantra reminds you of Steve’s from last year at Jonathan’s. Seems like the two boys have something in common: they’re idiots.

You follow quickly behind Dustin, terrified but at least trying to hide it, while your brother just repeats “oh my god”, and “shit” over and over again as he stumbles over the bait and out towards the front door.

If the situation wasn’t so grave, you’d be giggling at how dumb Dustin looks waddling over bologna on the floor. However, Dart could very well be right behind you, so you run after the kid equally as terrified.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit–”

By this point, you’re nearing the tool shed outside.

“I will push you down these stairs Dustin Henderson.”

Dustin shuts up and, as soon as you’re inside the shed as well, locks it behind him. Once he’s sure you’re all cleared, he lets out a breath of relief. “Okay, now we wait.”

You walk towards the wood panels, squinting as you peek through a gap to see outside. “I don’t see anything.”

Dustin does the same. “Come on, I know you’re hungry…”

Everything remains still outside, and you’re starting to worry that maybe Dart doesn’t like bologna after all, until you see his scaly body walk out the door. He gobbles down the bologna pieces one by one, which you cringe at.

“Yeah. He likes bologna, alright.”

Dustin silently cheers. “Yes! Yes, yes, yes!”

Dart makes his way down the trail, eating every piece he finds, and soon he scampers down the steps and hovers over the cellar doors. In an odd way, the little guy is kinda cute if you forget about the fact that he killed your cat.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Dustin continues to chant as you watch Dart. The creature just has one more piece of bologna left, he just needs to take a few more steps inside before you can slam the doors shut.

But, because nothing can ever be easy for you, Dart suddenly turns and looks straight at you and Dustin. “Shit!”

You flinch back, knocking into a bucket of nails that spill everywhere. “Shit again!”

Dustin tries to shush you but you grab him by his shoulders and force him behind you. Your knives are out, their blades gleaming in the sunlight that creeps through the wood panels. You peek through them to find Dart slowly approaching the shed, his mouth almost watering.

“Well, this isn’t good.” You take a breath to lessen your fear. “Stay here, I’ll try to distract him–”

“AHHH!” Dustin shoves you against the opposite wall, your body flinging back with a harsh crash, and breaks through the shed’s door. With one solid wack from his hockey stick, he flings Dart into the cellar.

“What the–Dustin!” By the time you make it out the shed, your brother has flung himself on top of the cellar doors, panting.

“Got him,” he informs you, as if it isn’t obvious enough. Dart begins to screech with anger, and Dustin sighs. “I’m sorry, you ate my cat.”

“You’re an idiot, Dustin.”

“Yeah, yeah. Just give me five seconds to catch my breath, please.”

–

With Dart safely locked away, you and Dustin are able to finally bury your cat.

It doesn’t take long, but the early November heat is just warm enough to make you annoyed as you dig through the soil in your backyard. Dustin has his walkie with him, trying to find the right frequency so he can call the party and inform them of what’s going on.

“Guys, this is Dustin again. Does anyone copy?” You stab at the ground with your shovel and your brother groans when he gets no response. “This is a code red. I repeat, a code red!”

Sweat trickles down your brow and honestly it should be Dustin burying the cat, but you’ve never learned how to radio the party so you just sigh and throw more dirt upon your dead cat. Dustin tries a few more times to contact the party, but no one responds.

“Damn it!” He shouts, frustrated.

“Language,” you huff out, more sweat forming.

It goes on like this for a while, Dustin trying and failing to reach anyone, as you two begin to clean the house of any blood and Mews guts. He tries again while you guys grab the cleaning supplies, then again while you’re on your hands and knees scrubbing his carpet in his room.

“Alright, it’s Dustin again. Seriously, I have a code red.”

“Maybe they don’t know what code red means?” You offer, your nose scrunched up due to the bleach fumes.

Dustin scoffs, “sure, and they also don’t know who Luke Skywalker’s father is–”

Suddenly Erica’s voice comes through the walkie. “Can you please shut up?”

“Erica?” Dustin stops scrubbing and straightens up. “Erica, is Lucas there? Where is he?”

“Don’t know. Don’t care.” Erica has always been such a lovely girl.

“Is he with Mike?”

“Like I said, I don’t know and I don’t care.”

You and Dustin share a look. It worries you that Mike hasn’t been responding all day. From what you’ve heard and seen, he’s spent every day this year camped out in his fort in the basement trying to contact El with the radio frequencies.

It’s not like to Mike to just disappear.

“Listen, Erica.” You speak up, trying to sweet talk to the girl. You’ve babysat her a few times and you’ve even managed to convince her you’re kinda cool, so maybe she’ll respond better to you. “Did Lucas mention anything else? Maybe… Maybe like a girl he went to see?”

Dustin frowns. “A girl? What–” You shush him and wait for a response.

Erica snorts. “A girl? Please, as if. He’s been gone all day. That’s all I can tell you.”

Your brother closes his eyes and sighs. “Please tell him it’s super important. Please tell him that I have a code–”

“Code red?” Erica interrupts.

“Yep, code red. Exactly.” Dustin smiles, then covers his mike to whisper to you, “seems like she likes me more than you–”

“I got a code for you instead. It’s called code shut-your-mouth.” Then, Erica switches off the walkie.

Dustin stares at nothing, dumbfounded. You go back to scrubbing the carpet, a pleased smile on your face. “So, you were saying?”

He’s quiet for a few seconds, processing the fact that clearly no one in the party will answer, before letting out an obnoxious groan. “Damn it!”

“Are you gonna help me clean, or–?”

“Can’t you just call Jonathan?” Dustin asks, grasping at straws. “Maybe he can be useful for once and help.”

You shake your head. “No, he’s out of town right now with Nancy.”

“And you’re okay with this because…?”

“Because,” you roll your eyes, “they’re on a secret mission to take down Hawkin’s Lab. They’re at some detective’s house right now, so I have zero way of contacting them.”

Dustin rubs at his eyes tiredly. “How did we get stuck with a cat eating baby demogorgon while Jonathan and Nancy get cool spy work?”

You pinch his leg, causing him to wince and move away from you. “Because you purposefully hid the baby demogorgon. Any other stupid questions?”

“Sure,” Dustin throws his hands up in defeat, obviously joking when he asks, “got any other friend we could call for help?”

A sarcastic laugh escapes your lips and you’re about to tell him that he has more friends than you’ve ever had, but then a thought occurs to you.

Steve.

Technically speaking, you’re friends. Well, sort of. Sure, he had wanted space yesterday in the lunchroom, and yeah he’s still mad at you and things are awkward at best between the two of you, but still…

He’d been at Jonathan’s house last year, he had fought by your side and saved your life and even bought you a vending machine full of snacks. If anyone else could understand the situation you’re in right now, it’s Steve.

You hesitate though. He still seemed really hurt at lunch, but you also saw the way he lingered even after dismissing himself. He doesn’t hate you, at least not really, and without Jonathan or Nancy to call, he’s the only person you have left right now.

It can’t hurt to try, at least.

“Actually, yeah.” You respond after a minute or so. “Be right back.”

Dustin asks questions as you head towards the living room, but you don’t respond. If Steve doesn’t answer, then you can make up some lie about the phone being broken or something to save yourself the embarrassment.

Your fingers press Steve’s long remembered number. He had given it to you his first week of visiting you at Bookstrordinary, assuring you that you could call him whenever. After a while, you took his word on it and started calling the boy every time you were bored and alone at work.

The line rings for a few seconds, and you bite your lip in anticipation.

This is a horrible idea, and yet your heart flutters when Steve answers with a groggy, “hello?”

“Hey, Steve.”

“Y/N?” He sounds surprised.

You can’t blame him, he did quite literally yesterday tell you he’s still upset with you and that he needs space. And yet here you are: calling him early on a Saturday afternoon. “Yeah, it’s me. Listen, I really need your help–”

A sigh. “Normally I’d love to, but I’m kinda in the middle of getting ready to go to Nancy’s.”

“Nancy’s? Steve, she’s not even home–”

“Can we talk later? I… I’d really like to talk, if that’s alright with you.”

This throws you, and for a second you forget about the reason you called. “Of course we can talk, Steve.”

“Great,” you can hear a smile in his voice, which warms you. “I’ll see you later, then.”

Then you remember Dart and the blood on Dustin’s carpet and you frantically try to stop Steve from hanging up. “Wait, no! Steve, Nancy isn’t home and I really need you to–”

The line goes dead, and you slam the phone down. “Damn it!”

Dustin, hearing the commotion, wanders into the kitchen. “Take it the call didn’t go well?”

“No, it did.” Sure, Steve didn’t necessarily offer his help, but he did tell you where he’s going to be in about twenty minutes. You’ll ambush him there and demand he listen to you and help. As a bonding exercise, of course. “We’re going to the Wheeler’s.”

“Why?”

“Steve’s heading there.”

Dustin trips over his shoelaces. “Steve Harrington?”

“Long story,” you sigh, dreading that you’ll have to explain all of this eventually. “C’mon, let's get our bikes.”

–

You and Dustin get to the Wheeler’s before Steve does, which makes no sense to you but whatever. He’ll be here soon enough and you’ll ambush him with all your charm and maybe a bit of groveling. You’re not beneath it, if you’re being honest.

Dustin goes up to the front door while you stay behind, keeping an eye out for Steve. Ted opens the front door and while you can’t hear what he says to Dustin, you know he’s unamused by his presence. The father has never been your favorite parent within the group, honestly.

You watch as they exchange a few more words before you see Dustin sigh and angrily march back towards you. Then, right as he’s grabbed his bike, a familiar red BMW pulls up. Just seeing his car makes your heart skip a beat.

The car parks and a frazzled Steve steps out, carrying flowers and mumbling to himself. You aren’t able to hear everything he’s saying, but you can hear the words “what the hell am I sorry for?” and your stomach twists.

So clearly he’s not in a good mood. Still.

The flowers, which you now can see are roses, hang by Steve’s side as he fixes his hair. He hasn’t noticed you yet, and it takes everything within you to pull your eyes away. He looks good today, too good.

There’s a monster currently locked in your cellar.

“Steve!” You rush over to his side.

He does a double take when he sees you. “Y/N? What are you doing here?”

“Well–”

“Are those for Mr. or Mrs. Wheeler?” Dustin now joins you two, pointing at the roses in the boy’s hand.

Steve looks between the two of you. “No…? You’re Dustin, right? Y/N’s brother?”

Dustin snatches the roses out of his hand. “Good, and yeah, I am.”

“Hey, what the hell?” Steve looks at you for help, but you know there’s no use trying to reason with your brother. He’s in a mood, similar to Steve, and you just sigh and follow Dustin. “Hey!”

“Nancy isn’t home.” Your brother informs Steve.

“Where is she?” Steve asks, and you hit his shoulder.

“I tried telling you over the phone!”

Dustin claps his hands at you to get your guys’ attention again. “It doesn’t matter where she is or if you tried to warn him, Y/N. We have bigger problems than your love lives.”

He’s at Steve’s car now and opens the passenger side door. “Do you still have that bat?”

Steve whips his head towards you. “Bat? What the hell is he talking about? Y/N, what are you guys doing here–”

“The one with the nails!” Dustin interrupts, exasperated.

Again Steve looks at you. “Why?”

“You’re not gonna like it,” you confess, and this only makes Steve feel worse.

“We’ll explain it on the way.” Dustin goes to sit in the passenger seat but he’s quickly stopped when you grab his hood and yank him out.

“No, absolutely not. I deserve the passenger seat, not you.”

Dustin slaps you away. “I got here first.”

“I was born first–”

“But I was literally about to sit down–”

“Hey!” Steve shouts, effectively shutting you and Dustin up. “It’s my car, and right now I currently only like Y/N, so she gets the passenger seat.”

“You like Y/N?” Dustin asks at the same time as you ask, “You like me?”

Steve rolls his eyes. “Yeah, barely. She’s on thin ice. But you, little Henderson? You just stole the flowers meant for my girlfriend, so backseat you go.”

“Yes!” You cheer, pumping your fist in the air as you flash Steve a smile. “Thanks, Harrington.”

He rounds the front of his car and opens the driver's side door. “Yeah, don’t get used to it. Like I said, you’re still on thin ice.”

He says it with annoyance in his voice, but you can see the smile he’s trying hard not to let slip, and you feel giddy. Steve obviously can’t be too mad at you if he wanted to talk later and is willingly letting himself be kidnapped by your brother.

Dustin, on the other hand, can’t believe any of this is happening. As soon as you’re all in the car he asks, “Since when did you two become friends?”

“I have a life outside of you and the boys, you know,” you tell him, but you avoid Steve’s gaze. It’s not like you intentionally hid this aspect of your life from Dustin, but… It also never came up, either.

“Sure ya do, but… Wait,” Dustin remembers something. “Oh my god, you have Steve Harrington’s number memorized?”

Your face heats up and Steve hides a smirk, but you see it anyway. You ignore his smugness and respond to your brother. “Like I said, I have a life outside of you.”

Dustin gapes at you. “I have so many questions–”

“I have an even better one: where am I taking you guys?” Steve asks, and suddenly you remember everything at stake.

“My house,” you tell him as you buckle up. He nods, although with some confusion, and then starts the engine. “You know how I called you earlier?”

“Yeah…?”

“Dustin, why don’t you tell Steve here what you found.”

Your brother sighs from the backseat. “A few days ago I found this… lizard of sorts.”

“A lizard.” Steve says, unimpressed.

“Oh, just wait,” you quip.

Dustin turns his head to glare at you and you give him a thumbs up. He scoffs at you before carrying on, “Yes, a lizard. I named him Dart and he was super cool, okay? I thought I had discovered a new species and that I would be super famous and better than everyone else.”

Steve glances at you next to him, raising his eyebrows and whistling low. “Wow, does humbleness run in your family, Y/N?”

“I’d say so, yeah.”

“Anyways,” Dustin interrupts, ignoring Steve’s laugh at your response. “Turns out, Dart is from the Upside Down.”

“The Upside Down?” Steve asks, extremely confused. He looks at you again in the mirror and it hits you that no one explained to him the events from last year. You assumed that Nancy would’ve, seeing as how they’ve been together for a while now and Steve had been with you guys at the hospital the night you brought Will back.

However, from his disbelief and confusion it’s clear that she hasn’t. If you had to guess, Steve probably went home that night and blocked out everything that had gone down with no questions asked.

You respect his repressing skills, honestly.

Dustin groans, beginning to grow impatient with Steve. “Yes, the Upside Down. If you have the bat still, how could you not know–”

“Do you remember that… thing we killed at Jonathan’s last year?” You cut your brother off before he can get too mean. You love the kid, you do, but he isn’t the kindest person when others aren't understanding him.

A dark look passes over Steve’s face and his fingers tighten around the steering wheel. It’s night now, and the atmosphere in the car becomes tense. “I remember.”

You clear your throat, “Well, this creature–”

“Demodog.” Dustin corrects from the backseat.

“Demodog?” You turn in your seat to face him. “That’s what we’re calling it now? Seriously?”

He shrugs. “It’s a baby demogorgon, it looks like a dog, so… Demodog.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose. “Alright. Okay. Whatever, this demodog is from the Upside Down. It’s this parallel universe, basically. Creepy shit happens there, and last year a monster–”

“The Demogorgon.” Dustin once more interrupts.

“Dustin, if you want to catch Steve up then for the love of god, please shut up.”

“Sorry,” he mumbles, embarrassed.

A smile tugs at Steve’s lips and you take a deep breath to calm yourself before continuing. “Look, I don’t know how much Nancy told you about that night at Jonathan’s, but all that you need to know is that the Demogorgon took Will last year and we had to fight it in order to save him.”

Steve nods slightly as he follows along, “Nancy mentioned something about a monster at the hospital… she told me it’s what killed Barb, but never told me it had a name.”

Another silence falls between you guys in the car. The mention of Barb brings back bad memories for you both. You had liked Barb, she had always been nice to you, you guess. Hawkins is a small town. Everyone knows everyone, and in the end the smallness of the town is what makes the Upside Down so hard. You lose people close to you, one way or another.

And as for Steve… The roses he bought for Nancy lay wilted in his backseat.

Dustin shifts uncomfortably in his seat, and your heart pangs in understanding. He misses El, and you do too. The closer it gets to the anniversary of her disappearance, the more you miss the sweet and caring girl; but you know that the boys, Mike especially, haven’t given up hope for her.

“So…” Steve motions for you guys to continue explaining, and Dustin sits up in his seat to begin again.

“So flash forward to now: I didn’t realize Dart was a demodog until he grew like three damn sizes bigger than when I found him. Y/N and I almost died trying to lock him in our cellar.”

“Wait, you guys have a cellar?”

Dustin rubs his face, “That’s what you focus on, Steve?”

“It’s a valid question–”

“Guys!” You lurch yourself forward and wave your hands around wildly to break up their bickering. “We really don’t have time for this. Can we please just focus on the task at hand? Dart has probably grown even more during the course of this stupid conversation.”

Your brother’s hand pushes your shoulder back so that you’re now once again sitting, and you swat him away with annoyance. “Y/N, I’m trying! Blame Steve, he’s the one asking stupid questions–”

Steve speaks up, “What the hell? They aren’t stupid questions–”

“Well…”

Steve shoots you an offended look, “Y/N, I thought you were on my side.”

Dustin scoffs, hurt. “She’s my sister, you idiot!”

“Again, we seriously don’t have time for this because, once more: Dart is getting really big.” Your voice is louder this time, and thankfully it shuts everyone up. Then, just because you can, you add, “and I’m on Steve’s side right now. He’s the one with the car, plus… Well, I owe him.”

Steve fist pumps the air. “Suck it, little Henderson.”

“Do not call me that,” Dustin threatens him, then turns his attention to you. “First Jonathan, now Steve? Can’t you befriend anyone I like?”

The mention of Jonathan gets Steve attention. “Wait a sec, where is the guy? You never actually told me where he and Nancy went, Y/N.”

You sigh, knowing there’s no use keeping anything else from him. He’s already driving you and Dustin home to help with Dart, and you did promise to tell him where they were later, but life seemingly got in the way. “They’re playing detective right now.”

“Detective?”

“Yeah, the guy Barb’s parents hired… They’re currently at his place, exposing Hawkin’s Lab.”

A tense silence follows. Steve stares straight ahead, eyes on the road, as his expressions morph from hurt, to reluctance, to eventual acceptance. “Nance didn’t think to ask me to join?”

His voice wavers, just a bit, but you hear it. Knowing that Dustin is watching from the back, you decide to forget any possible boundaries for once and grab Steve’s hand. He’s hurting. The car smells of roses and there’s no girl to give them to. “She tried, Steve.”

He swallows. There’s hurt in his eyes and you want to reach out and stroke his cheek and tell him that it isn’t his fault. “I know…”

“Ahem,” Dustin coughs, clearly uncomfortable with whatever is going on. “So… Back to Dart.”

You clear your own throat, but your hand remains wrapped around Steve’s, who nods. “Wait a sec, how big are we talking?”

Without meaning to, you close your eyes and brace for Dustin’s witty remarks, but he surprises you by answering with a demonstration and zero mockery. “First it was like that,” he opens his fingers a few inches before using both hands to show about a foot in length. “Now he’s like this.”

Steve still looks doubtful. “And you’re sure it isn’t some weird lizard?”

A headache begins to form and you pinch the bridge of your nose again. “It’s not a lizard, Steve.”

“Well how do you know?”

“Because his face opened up and he ate our cat.” Dustin says bluntly.

This seems to shut Steve up and he nods his head in defeat. It’s silent in the car for the remainder of the drive, and just before Steve parks in your driveway, he looks over at you and sees your eyes closed in pain, and before he knows it he squeezes your hand and says, “sorry about your cat, by the way.”

Despite the pounding in your head and your utter exhaustion, his words make you laugh. “Just park, Steve.”

He smiles, feeling proud for getting you to laugh, and does as he’s told. Before you know it you’re standing at his trunk, staring at the baseball bat that saved your life last year. Dustin has already gone over to the cellar, waiting for you and Steve to follow.

The bat stares back at you, and you shiver as the memories come back. Though you had tried your best to forget that night, that entire week, honestly, it’s been useless. The nightmares still haunt you. You obsessively research trauma in children now to compensate for your own guilt from last year.

“Why’d you keep the bat?” You ask as Steve grabs it, giving it a practice swing. Your own blades are out again and he eyes their gleam.

“It’s kinda sick, don’t ya think?” He swings it again. “I look badass with it.”

He’s dodging, but you sense that he kept the bat for the same reason as why you kept the switchblade. You’ve been waiting in fear for something else to happen. “You don’t look too bad with it.”

Steve blushes a bit, which your stomach flutters seeing. “I, uh… Guess we can’t have that talk tonight?”

“No, not unless we somehow manage to deal with Dart in a timely manner. However, if I recall, nothing ever goes our way.”

“Nope!” He closes the trunk and tosses you a flashlight. Then, he sticks his hand out for you to shake. “But for now… Truce?”

You giggle. “Truce.”

His hand is warm, and even though you had just been holding it in the car moments earlier, his touch still fills you with a gooey warmth that you’ve come to associate with him. As soon as you and him are alone, away from Dustin’s nosy ears, you’ll really apologize to Steve. He may be being nice to you now, but he’s still guarding himself from you.

You hate it. You miss how open he used to be with you.

“Ready to go re-live my nightmares?” Steve asks.

You give him a thumbs up as you start heading towards Dustin. “Always, let’s go.”

“Took you guys long enough.” Your brother mutters when you and Steve arrive at the cellar, weapons in hand. You flash him an apologetic smile while Steve simply ignores him.

Steve approaches the door and listens for a second, “I don’t hear shit.”

You frown and listen as well. He’s right, it’s eerily silent. You shoot Dustin a questioning look and he shrugs as well, “He’s in there.”

“Duh, I know that much, You almost knocked me out when you shoved past me to get Dart in there.” you remark, before softly adding “he’s gotta be in there.”

Your words don’t reassure Steve, who begins to use the tip of his bat to bang against the locked doors. When nothing happens, he bangs harder against them before sighing in annoyance.

“All right, listen kid.” Steve begins, and you start to rub small circles into your scalp in a vain attempt to lessen your headache, because you already know that the next words out of his mouth will start yet another fight. “I swear, if this is some sort of Halloween prank, you’re dead.”

“Steve…” He ignores you and stares down your brother, shining the flashlight directly at his face in what you assume is meant to be a threatening manner.

“It's not a prank,” Dustin tiredly replies, squinting his eyes against the light. “Get it out of my face.”

Steve complies, still hesitant about the situation at hand, and turns to face you. “You got a key to this thing?”

You nod and fish the keys from out of your pocket and unlock the cellar doors. Steve bends down to investigate, and without him having to ask, you hand him the flashlight and step forward so that you’re next to him.

He flashes the light down the stairs and all that the three of you can see is darkness. An uneasy feeling creeps over you. Something isn’t right, but you really hope that you’re wrong.

“He has to be further down,” you say, more so to reassure yourself than the others.

Dustin shuffles his feet next to you and says, with an extremely unconvincingly “brave” voice, “I’ll stay up here in case he tries to… escape.”

Both you and Steve look at him in disbelief. Dustin stands his ground, however, and looks at the two of you expectantly. Steve shakes his head while you sigh in defeat. Your brother is such a pain sometimes.

“You do realize that if Dart eats me, you’ll have to deal with mom all by yourself, right?” You ask him.

The boy shrugs at you. “That’s a risk I’m willing to take, Y/N.”

“Yeah, love you too.” You mumble, before you begin to follow Steve down the steps.

“I’ll be thinking of you!” Dustin calls out, his voice echoing against the cellar walls.

You trail behind Steve, and the flashlight he brought does nothing to illuminate the dark area, so it’s a relief when he reaches above his head to turn the light on. As your eyes adjust to the light change, you scan the room to find the missing demodog. However, all your eyes land on is a long, thin sheet of film on the ground that you can only assume is molted skin.

“Oh, shit…” you breathe out. “This isn’t good.”

Steve picks the skin up with the tip of his bat and examines it and shakes his head. “Please tell me this isn’t Dart.”

“Actually, it’d be easier if it was him.”

Steve doesn’t laugh at your joke; he continues to look around the room before his eyes widen. You turn your head to see what’s caught his attention, and when you spot the problem, your knees weaken.

There’s a giant, Dart-sized hole in your cellar wall.

“Steve? Y/N? What’s going on down there?” Dustin’s voice carries down to you guys, and you and Steve share a nervous glance.

“Dustin…” You call up to him, your voice weaker than you’d prefer. You wish you could be braver for him at the moment, but right now it takes everything within you not to crawl into bed and shut the world out. Why did it always have to be giant monsters?

While you’re reeling, Steve walks over to the bottom of the steps and flashes his light at Dustin, instructing him to come down. Once the boy has joined you guys, Steve guides the light to his bat so that Dustin can see the skin.

“Oh, shit.”

“Funnily enough, that’s what your sister said, too.”

Then Steve shines the light to where the hole in the wall is, and you watch Dustin’s face go from concerned to horrified. “Oh, shit!”

The three of you crouch closer to the hole, and when Steve shines the flashlight through it, your heart stops and you gasp, “It’s a tunnel.”

“No way…” Dustin says in awe.

It’s hard to see exactly how deep the tunnel goes, but something tells you that there’s more to it than meets the eye. This wouldn’t be some simple fix like you had desperately hoped it would be.

Now you really, really wish Jonathan were here. And Nancy. Definitely Nancy.

But they aren’t. This time, you’re on your own with only Steve and Dustin by your side. No one else in the party is available, you don’t even know where they are or if they’re even safe, but right now that doesn’t matter.

What matters is that Dart has escaped.

And it’s happening again.

Everything you’ve tried so hard for the last year to ignore, to move on and pretend never happened to you, has come crashing back into your life.

Steve, seeing your apprehension, grabs your hand and pulls you in close. “Hey, we’ll figure it out. I’ll be here, okay?”

Even though you don’t deserve his kindness, his sincerity, you believe him.

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Hello, I wanted to ask you for a smut of Ethan Landry, that the reader discovers that he is a ghostface when they are about to fuck but she does not care and they do it anyway.

I have not posted for Scream in a while, my apologies

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When Tara called you about the attack at the bodega, you felt a thrill of excitement.

You had seen pictures of past Ghostfaces online and some of them made you want to welcome them with open legs. Sam’s father was a total hottie when he committed the first murders in 1996. There was something about a man with a knife that made your panties dampen.

‘’Are you and Sam okay?’’

‘’Yeah. It was…brutal. And terrifying,’’ Tara said on the other side of the line, her voice still shaky. ‘’I’ve just gotten a normal life back, I don’t want to go through this again. And Sam—’’

A knock on your door stirred you from your phone call. ‘’Sorry, Tara. Eh, there’s someone at the door.’’ You glanced at the door and felt your heart race in your chest. ‘’I’m not expecting anyone though…’’

Tara’s breathing changed, getting traumatic flashes of her first attack. ‘’Don’t open! That’s how I was attacked last year.’’

The chances that she was right were slim, but not impossible. Since you were close friends with Tara, it made you part of the friend group…therefore a possible target. Ghostface could very well be standing on the other side.

You bit your tongue and held back from asking ‘who’s there?’, knowing it was a free ticket to your death. Instead, you check through the peep-hole.

‘’It’s Ethan,’’ you reassured Tara, seeing a curly haired awkward boy instead of the classic halloween mask. ‘’I’ll see you tomorrow before class, okay?’’

You hung up and unlocked your door, letting Ethan in.

‘’What are you doing here? I thought you had a late class tonight,’’ you said, drawing your eyebrows together. ‘’And why are you dressed like you’re going to a funeral?’’ You nodded your head at his unusual all black outfit.

‘’It finished twenty minutes ago.’’ Ethan slung off his backpack and put it down on the floor. It looked very full, how many books did he carry in there? ‘’My class. Not the funeral,’’ he felt the need to precise.

You chuckled, the soft sound echoing in the small apartment.

‘’I can’t stay long, I have an early class in the morning.’’

‘’Are we still having lunch together?’’

Ethan hummed and a rosy blush covered his cheeks as his eyes fell on your nightgown. He had spent the night over a few times, but very little clothes had been worn to bed. This satin number? He had never seen it before. Your breasts were free underneath and falling perfectly and your nipples were slightly poking through the thin fabric. It made his cock instantly swell.

‘’You sleep in that?’’ he asked, pointing at your nightgown.

‘’Yes, I sleep in that.’’

‘’Isn’t it a little dressed up for sleeping?’’

You rolled your eyes at his ‘men’ comment. ‘’Wearing nice pajamas is part of self-care.’’

‘’You wear that every night?’’ You nodded and Ethan fought a whine, jealously beaming at your bed attire. ‘’And the only pictures you send me are your face?’’

‘’If you want ‘goodnight’ nudes, you’re gonna have to earn them,’’ you challenged, crossing your arms over your chest and cocking an eyebrow. ‘’What’s your deal, Landry? I’m listening.’’

After a few propositions, you decided that getting railed into your mattress was a good enough deal...for one picture. Ethan’s dick was good, but you weren’t a fool. If he wants more nudes, he’ll have to offer more.

You tilted your head to the side as he kissed and nipped at your neck. No matter how many times you’ve been naked with him, it still shocked you how desperate Ethan was for you and your body. His hands slid up the backs of your thighs, right below the hem of your nightgown. A part of him wanted to tear it off your body, but the other wanted to fuck you with it on. 

You left him to his dilemma and reached for the back of his shirt, trying to yank it off, but Ethan hissed in pain when he lifted his shoulder. He tried to cover it with a cough, but you had already seen the bruise the size of a grapefruit on your boyfriend’s side.

Sitting up and pausing your activities, you looked at him in concern. ‘’How did that happen?’’ You ghosted your finger over the purple-y red skin. 

Did he get into a fight? Did he get jumped after a late class? Campus is not safe at night, which is why you always carry something to defend yourself. But Ethan's not small or weak, the muscles underneath his polos can fight back.

‘’I…’’ Ethan drew his eyebrows, trying to come up with an explanation. ‘’It's nothing. I got hurt doing something stupid at the gym with Chad.’’

Last week? His explanation not making sense. The timeline didn’t add up. 

‘’You didn't have it three days ago when we rudely got interrupted in your dorm.’’

‘’I did,’’ he insisted. ‘’You…you must not have noticed it.’’ 

‘’But it’s so dark. It looks recent.’’ 

Ethan moved so the bruise was out of your sight, then sighed. ‘’Can we go back to kissing? I don't want to talk about this.’’ 

Instead of calming your worries, his words flared them up. ‘’Did someone do this to you? Oh my god, did he attack you too?’’

 ‘’No. It's not Ghostface. I wasn't at the bodega.’’ He took your hands in his to reassure you, but there was a flaw in his statement. 

‘’What do you know about the bodega?’’ you asked cautiously, remembering Mindy's words to be cautious about the love interest. 

His backpack was in the living room. If you went and checked its content, would you find a black robe and a mask, or just books?

‘’Sam and Tara got attacked tonight after leaving the police office, right? You told me while I was in class.’’

You shook your head, slipping your hand from his. You never mentioned the bodega to Ethan.

‘’I did not. I was on the phone with Tara when you arrived here. She was telling me what happened.’’

Ethan's heart raced, realizing he had spoken too much. Panic surged through his veins, urging him to flee, to hide, to deny any involvement, but he knew deep down that it was futile. You knew. 

‘’Was...was it you at the bodega? Did you attack Sam and Tara?’’ 

Your questions were simple, but terrifying from Ethan's shoes. He had been caught, unmasked. There was no escaping the haunting truth. His world would never be the same again. You would never see him the same.

He grabbed his shirt, about to leave, but you pulled him back by his belt and looked up at him with pleading eyes. ‘’Please fuck me, Mr. Ghostface.’’

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The List ~Pt. 1 - Creation~

Alastor (Hazbin Hotel) x Reader

This is my first-time writing fanfic but I literally cannot get the stories out of my brain so…why not make everyone else suffer. This is part one of a story I’ve been rolling around some time. I feel setting a good foundation for the reader/main character is super important, so I PROMISE this story gets better. Be prepared for the usual angst, mystery (Alastor), sassiness (Lucifer), fluff, eventual smut (yes horny readers bear with me we need some plot), and of course 18+ because….it’s Hazbin what do you expect?

Summary: f!reader finds themselves in Hell. Unable to accept your horrible fate you make it a point to continue being a bright soul surrounded by the darkness of Hell. With some higher advice, you create a list of rules to live. A short list to keep out danger and continue helping the lower sinners of Pentagram City. It’s the ONLY way you can survive (right?). Your list begins to crumble when you start helping Lucifer’s daughter with some hotel and a dream to redeem the same sinners you want to protect.

**sentences in italics are internal thoughts of the reader

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Part One (You're on it!) Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Seven.A

Rumor was all sinners would spawn in hell with attributes related to their life and (untimely) death. Your gift power was proof of that.

“Everyone get inside! Come on before the exorcists see you.” You hurry the last of the smaller sinners inside a building. It kills you to see such fear from the souls. “Lock the door. I'll lure them away.”

How foolish you were. Somehow a heart of gold followed you to these depths after death...ironic how even the nicest people end up in hell. God really does have his favorites I suppose.

But that foolishness led you to the best thing to happen to you, so you thought. Dodging through the streets, maneuvering, anything to lead the "angels" away from even the worst of sinners. Cursing praying for their safety. It was only your second extermination, but you already caught onto their game. It was all too easy to get around their sloppiness. Needing a breather, you weave around some cars and dive behind a dumpster. Idiots can't even keep track of my thickass? Pathetic!

A few moments pass as it grows quiet. Your breath begins to steady when the softest whimper catches your attention. As quietly (and non-threatening) as possible, you turn the corner to approach a crying dark mass curled on the ground. Seeing their blood pooling sends your stomach into flips. Not another one. Fearing the worst you gently reach out. “Hey hey...shhh..." you utter, feeling her wince ever so slightly. "No don't panic I'm here to help. Where are you hurt?"

The young girl slowly uncrumples herself to show her wound...a massive "X" sliced hips to neck. It was so deep you couldn't believe she was still breathing let alone even moving. Fuck she's lost too much blood. "Come here let me try to stop the bleeding" you lied. You knew she had no chance. But your chest hurt at the thought of her dying (again) alone in some shit alley. With the last of her strength she curled into you, her white hair tickling your face. She had her textured locks pulled back tightly and black horns accenting the top of her head. Her tired red eyes relaxed, slowly closing as she leaned into you. Such a beautiful girl falling to such a terrible fate. With one hand on part of her wound, you used your other to softly stroke her head. “I'm so sorry young one...just breathe in and know you're not alone.” As her breathing shallows you gently kiss her forehead, bidding her soul a gentle goodbye.

The second your lips touch her skin, pure fire floods through your veins. Every nerve in your body feeling ripped apart. You spasm from the pain, clenching onto the girls now limp body. Just when the pain starts misting your vision you see flashes of...pink? "What the fuck!!" You grit through your teeth. What felt like hours of pain was merely a few seconds and it quickly dissipated from your body as did the pink light. Shit shit shit, there’s no way the exorcist didn’t hear OR SEE that! You stay perfectly still...listening to the silence with your mind reeling over what just happened.

A gasp breaks the deafening silence, pulling you back to reality. The young girl jolted out of your arms, gasping in as much air as she could. Looking down you notice her wounds were gone, only dry blood and tattered cloth remained from the laceration. You look at each other in panic and shock.

After inspecting her stomach she snaps out of her daze, remembering you two were still not safe.

"It's too dangerous to stay out here. Come with me - we aren’t far from the safehouse. I am sure my mother will want to meet you."

You follow without hesitation. Trust has always been a weakness. As you make your way through the city, she explains how she was out collecting angelic weapons with her sister when they got separated. After getting cornered she just accepted her fate...then you found her. "The name is Clara by the way. Clara Carmine. I usually just go by CC though."

You never intended to get into the Overlord game. You were merely trying to make the best, quiet life in hell if that was even possible. Guess things change when you save the daughter of Hells most prestigious Overlord. Who could say no to being taken in and protected by THE Carmilla Carmine.

Carmilla immediately began preparing you after hearing of the power you possessed. The power to heal with touch...of course it’s not that easy…it required pure intensions, coming from a place of love. Who the hell (pun intended) wrote this cruel joke for a sinner? How did the lowest of low get given such power just a few short years after arriving? It was your most precious secret. It had to be. If anyone of ill will found out - and come on, it's Hell - your soul would have been the most sought after in the pride ring. You wouldn’t last a day. Carmilla was indebted to you for saving Clara, so she made a deal to give you protection and mentorship as repayment. The first of many deals you’d make in Hell, growing the power you held.

In the years you've been under Carmilla's watch, you created a short list of rules to keep yourself out of harm’s way -

1. Never trust another Overlord

2. Never tell a soul what (or how much) power you have

3. Never bring anyone too close

4. Never let your weaknesses show

It was a simple enough list that had worked for you so far.

You chose to make deals with those who needed protection or help while navigating the dangerous afterlife. In your deals each soul was bound to secrecy as to who you were and what you provided. Contract details and fine print were your specialty. Your soul count was the highest Carmilla had ever seen for someone so new, so merciful. She would often mention only one other sinner ever rose the ranks as quick though his methods were…less than savory. She never bothered to say who. Every Overlord meeting the rumors spread of some "Saving Grace" sinner making their way into powerful ranks. A shadow giving vile hope. But just as quick as those rumors appeared - they were put to rest when no new faces ever appeared. Of course you were there - you needed to attend for information just as much as the next guy, but you never sat as an Overlord. Carmilla granted you a place off to the side as "the help" to serve tea or make notes as needed. No one ever batted an eye to someone considered just a worker bee in Carmilla's hive.

Every meeting was the same, though it seemed unease was rising after each extermination. Six years had passed since you fell into this hellhole (har har). Another extermination, another meeting. Sitting in your designated corner, you twirl your pen as the Overlords began taking their seats. Might as well be invisible - but you preferred it that way. As your mind slightly wonders to less important things, the quiet buzz of conversations around you fades away from your ears.

"—yes I know I’ve been absent some time. I'm sure you've ALL been wondering!"

Your attention snaps back with the sound of this charming new voice. The demon was dressed to the nines - red suit jacket, gloves, freshly pressed slacks. Your already preoccupied mind raced. Who the hell is that? Where has he been? Why does he have that shit eating grin?

He must hold some power to be sitting here after all these years…

"Not really. But welcome back in any case."

That dismissal from Camilla was enough for you to put aside any questions you had of the demon. You knew this meeting would be tense. Can't afford distractions when you needed to be all ears. As you began writing you felt something in the pit of your stomach. Was someone staring at you? You try to shake the feeling when Velvette made her grand entrance. With a sigh and eye roll you set aside your notebook. God damn this woman, no respect, no couth. Gonna be a long one today.

The sinking feeling returns, this time you catch the culprit. The (new to you) demon Overlord is staring at you as if you’re the only one in the room. You make eye contact hoping he moves his gaze, but it only fuels the intensity on you. That smile never faltering. Your ears ring and static pricks your ear drums. Can I fuckin help you sir? Wait no, you're just the help. Lower sinners would never even dream of speaking to an Overlord like such. Thankfully the eye contact breaks when Velvette tosses the head of an exorcist on the table.

Ah I suppose this will be quite a fascinating meeting…

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Rafe finds out reader is on coke and loses his shit plz

a/n: Interesting 😏 thank you for the request.

18+ MDNI read at your own risk 😁

You Did This To Me

You woke up not feeling the greatest. Your head was pounding and you were sweating so bad. You knew just what you needed but you didn’t know how you could get it right now. Rafe had his arm wrapped around you, you could hear his light snores against your back. You quietly reached for your phone careful to not wake a sleeping Rafe. You scrolled until your thumb found Barry’s contact.

“Can I stop by?” You texted. That was usually the message you’d send him, letting him know you needed to re-up.

“You still owe me from last time. Can you be here in 20” Barry responded.

You looked over your shoulder at Rafe. You quickly looked away feeling guilty.

“Sure.” You quickly responded.

You carefully slid out of Rafe’s grip and stood up collecting your clothes. You were looking for all your belongings that were spread out around his room. You looked to see if he was still sleeping, only for him to be staring at you.

“What are you doing” Rafe said with no emotion.

You must have looked suspicious because he squinted his eyes at you. You looked guilty immediately and scrambled to find your words.

“I need to run a few errands”

“Don’t seem too sure of yourself” Rafe said, his morning raspy voice in full effect.

“I’ll only be an hour or two. Is that okay?” You ask making your way over to kiss him all over his face.

“Mmm yes baby” He said closing his eyes enjoying you kissing him. “No longer than 2 hours. Got it?”

“Mhm” You say giving him a quick kiss on his lips before leaving.

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You made your way to Barry’s house as fast as you could. You were starting to feel the full effect of withdrawing. You haven’t used in about 12 hours. You made sure to park down the road so no one would ever know you were here. You knocked on his door a few times before he opened it.

“Ahhh my favorite customer… Who owes me.. Big time” He said flashing his gold tooth, winking at you.

You giggled, trying your best to play along with this. This was not something you enjoyed doing at all but it was the only way you could pay for your nasty addiction. “Before we get started do you think i could get a bump first?” You looked up at him with big doe eyes.

He grinned down at you. “Such a little needy girl aren’t you? Come on..” he said. You followed him over to his couch, your eyes immediately falling on the 8 ball he had ready for you. You sat down next to him and immediately reach for it.

“Uh uh.. No need to get into that yet. Here’s some” He had an old card that he used to scrape up the dust into the perfect sized line. You took the dollar bill that was already rolled up on the table. Without hesitation you snorted the line. You leaned your head back and almost let out a moan from the feeling. You looked back down and he already had another line waiting for you. You smiled and instantly took it.

“Ya know you’re a good girl Y/n.. This shit could ruin your life you do know that right?” Barry asked.

“Mhm” You moaned out with your head back. He just shook his head and smiled with his eyebrows up.

“You ready for the payment?” He asked.

You nodded and slid off the couch falling onto your knees. Your hands crept up his thighs and hooked into the band of his sweats. You pulled them down along with his boxers, his fully erect dick sprung up and landed on his stomach. You closed your eyes, not being able to handle seeing any of this happen.. again. This isn’t the first time you did this as payment for Barry. For as long as you have been buying off of him this has been your payment. You don’t have a lot of money and you’d certainly never ask Rafe for it, as easy as that sounds you couldn’t do it. Thoughts of Rafe flooded your mind every time, it always felt like you would burst into tears during.

You took his whole length in your mouth with little to no effort. You were basically a pro by now. Barry’s head fell back on the couch along with his arms. He loved watching the way your tongue would swirl around his tip and the way that you’d suck like your life depended on it. More like your addiction depended on it.

“Fuck Y/n.. You are fucking amazing” He moaned sucking a sharp breath through his teeth. “You have the most perfect little mouth i swear to god”

You bobbed your head as fast as you could. The only noises to be heard was your mouth slurping and his load moans.

“What the FUCK?”

You knew that voice all too well. Your head shot up and locked eyes with Rafe. Barry’s head shot up and he immediately pulled his pants up. You sat there frozen in place unable to take your eyes off of Rafe’s. If looks could kill you’d be dead. There was no soul behind his eyes, they were dark.

“Get the fuck out now.” Rafe said through gritted teeth. You stood up quickly grabbing the baggie of coke off the table without him seeing before leaving. Rafe’s eyes stayed on you but he just stayed facing forward towards Barry. You slammed the door behind you, contemplating on just running off but you collapsed on the front steps. You squeezed your eyes shut as you heard the screaming begin.

“What the FUCK is going on!” You heard Rafe scream.

Barry stood up with his hands up as a surrender. “Look man I told her to tell you. This was just her way of paying me back.” Rafe quickly approached Barry grabbing him by the throat.

“Pay for fucking what! Huh?” He screamed shaking Barry back and forth.

“All the coke she got from me! She’s a frequent customer”

Rafe’s face fell. “Quit fucking playing with me” his grip tightened.

“Rafe chill out man, i’m serious she’s been coming to me for along time” He screamed shoving Rafe back.

Rafe lost all control. He threw the first punch and couldn’t stop. He kept punching and screaming incoherent things. He felt like tears were going to spill from his eyes and so he got up to leave.

“FUCKKK” he screamed.

He walked right past you not saying a word, heading for his truck.

“Rafe wait!!” You screamed running after him. He spun around so fast you ran right into his chest. He didn’t budge. He stared down at you so harshly it scared you.

“How long?” He spat out.

“Rafe i-“

“How long!!!” He screamed gripping your upper arms as hard as possible.

“What Rafe!!”

“How FUCKING long y/n!!!!”

“2… 2 years” you quietly said, trembling.

He pushed you. “Fuck off.” He spat making his way to his truck.

You stumbled backwards falling to the ground. Sobbing hysterically. “You did this to me!!!”

He turned around with the most evil look on his face. “What did you just say?”

“You fucking did this to me! You made me try coke at Toppers party!” You cried.

“Grow the fuck up I didn’t do shit to you! You are very capable of making your own decisions” he charged towards you. He yanked you up by your hair bringing you to your feet. “Don’t you EVER put the blame on me for YOU being a fucking coked out whore” He shoved you away again. This time you were able to keep your balance. He gathered spit in his mouth and spit at you.

“Fuck you!” he screamed getting in his truck.

You were left standing in Barry’s driveway. Coke did in fact ruin your life.

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₍⁠₍ OF LOVE AND FASHiON ₎⁠₎

A/N ?! last fic for the day booooo 😥 i dont know if i will be able to post any tmrrw, but i hope i can. anyways enjoy my lovelies

p.s. there's a little written part in this but it's abt 500-600 words

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[y/n]'s heart's racing. every palpitation hammers against her chest with much force, so much so that her full-upon-entry water has decreased to less than half left in just 30 minutes. the heat still fused with the air, but as the sun begins to sleep, it loses its energy, leaving a cool undercurrent that presses into the skin of all the attendees. she's so glad about the cooler weather, finding it completely unfathomable how she would've coped if the heat joined tham at night as well.

but the man seated beside her crashes all of her composure, and her body begins to feel hot and strangled.

she hasn't seen such a visually blessed male specimen in all the years of her living, and the fact that his body was so close to hers because of the crammed seating made matters worse. she can't think, breathe or concentrate on the influx of dressed models that come and go non-stop.

"you look disgusted."

the voice comes from right beside her, and her head whips around, startled. the man that has enraptured her entire conscience smiles goofily at her, and her heart wavers.

"what? me?"

"yes," he chuckles softly, "you."

his eyes turn back to the show before them, yet he continues speaking before [y/n] can justify herself, "i don't blame you, though. some of the outfits are... questionable."

his facial expressions are priceless, and [y/n] falls into a bout of laughter, "you're sick!"

he looks on seriously, eyes flashing with extreme judgement, "i'm not lying! how does anyone find pairing a skirt and baggy trousers aesthetic?"

the combination, that [y/n] had, most likely, missed from being consumed by her thoughts, makes her grimace, "yeah, that wasn't a good look at all."

he turns back to face her and, god, he stares so intently that she has to look away.

"speaking of outfits, what brand you wearing? 'cause i know it's not lv for sure, i'm not seeing any," he thinks of the right words, "over exposure of the logo."

"that's one way to put it," [y/n] snickers, looking down at her outfit, "i made it all myself... apart from the shoes of course."

the boy is taken aback, mouth agape and eyes wide, "no way!"

she begins to feel flustered by his reaction and just smiles.

"that's so cool, honestly. i would take more pride in that than wearing a slutted out luxury brand."

"slutted out?" [y/n] can't believe her ears; he's going to kill her, she's sure.

"how the hell did you come up that?!"

the boy purses his lips, looking smug, "i'm just that amazing."

"you're delusional."

he pretends to think for a moment, "delusional enough to think i'd get your number?"

[y/n]'s eyebrows shot up, "you want... my number?"

he doesn't hesitate to nod, "i don't think i'll be leaving without it."

jobe, who had been painfully listening in on their conversation, decides to make himself apparent, "don't do it, you'll regret it."

she turns around, coming face to face with a younger boy who looks almost identical to the one she had been speaking with for the past 15 minutes.

"you two brothers?"

the older one responds, "yeah, he's a cockblock though, don't listen to him."

"cockblock? jude, i'm trying to save her life!"

ah, so that's his name.

"clear off, jobe," he rolls his eyes, turning back to the girl sitting beside him, "sorry about that- so, your number?"

"don't do it!"

and much to his dismay, she does.

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y/n_l/n paris photo dump !! met some cool ass people there lowkey

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judebellingham was lovely meeting you, such a vibe 😆

y/n_l/n you too!! <3

yfn__ best time of my life honestly

y/n_l/n paris at night is a sight to see

user1 you look GORGEOUS

user2 i really missed pfw just a day after i left france </3

user3 JUDE????

user4 I'M ACTUALLY SO SHOCKED

user5 😮

user6 WE FOUND HERRRRR

user7 and jude beat me to it already 😐

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y/n_l/n love the after party candid, send it to me plz xx + tell jobe i'm sorry but not sorry

judebellingham you look so pretty in it ofc + he'll see it anyways xx y/n_l/n @/judebellingham stop plz 😭🛑 jobebellingham @/y/n_l/n buy me croissaints and maybe i'll forgive you

jadonsancho freshh 🔥

user1 who's that girl in the last pic????

user2 someone who he met at the lv show, got her number and everthingggg 😭

user3 AND SHE KNOWS JOBE TOO? that's my chance stripped unrightfully away from me </3

user4 icel, she's gorgeous AAAAA

user5 this is my 13th reason

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Kinktober Day 6.5 - Yandere!Vampire!Hyunjin + Size & Asphyxiation

Anonymous Said: For kinktober,,, could you pls do yandere!vampire Hyunjin along with size and asphyxiation kinks ?? thx 😊

A/n: Why, yes, yes I can! As you all may know, I am an absolute slut when it comes to vampires ehehehe

Word Count: 1,657

Kinktober 2022 Mini Masterlist

A soft moan of his name falls from your lips as you feel his hips roll into yours once more. The image on the mirror in front of you becomes too much, watching as his hands roam your body, one coming up to fondle a breast in one hand while the other snakes around your waist, holding you to him. Your head tilts back to rest on his shoulder, exposing the delicate skin there, and allowing for him to lean in, nipping along the column of your neck as his fangs graze the tender flesh beneath him.

“See?” He hums, eyes darting to your own in the reflection of the mirror. “See how well you fit into my arms? Like you were made for me.”

In time with his words, Hyunjin begins to roll your nipple between his fingers, eliciting another beautiful moan from you which graces his ears. Every sound, every hitch in your breath, he hears, and to him, there is nothing greater than knowing the effect he has on you. You are his, and nothing is going to change that.

“Your body sings to me, My Dear,” he whispers into your neck, moving to nip at the shell of your ear in the next moment as he rolls his hips into yours yet again. “You are the greatest indulgence I have ever had the pleasure to experience in my life.”

The way you arch your back, breath hitching as he hits a certain spot inside of you has his chest swelling with pride. Your next words only serve to fuel his ego even more.

“Only you can make me feel this good,” you breathe, meeting his gaze once more in the mirror.

Even you cannot deny the way his eyes flash, tinting red beneath the moonlight as your words settle into every fibre of his being. His cock twitches, and his resounding snarl cause your walls to squeeze around him so deliciously.

“That’s right, My Dear,” Hyunjin’s voice rumbles out as he feels something within himself snap at your words. Finally, you understand that the two of your are meant to be, that you are the only one for him and he is the only one for you. He emphasizes his words with sharp, deep thrusts into you, making you feel every inch of him buried in your tight walls. “Only I can touch you. Only you get to feel me like this.”

“Hyunjin,” the way you sigh his name, your eyes fluttering closed in bliss, has him picking up the pace, his thrusts becoming sharper and much quicker than before, needing you to feel every ounce of love he’s pouring into each movement.

Biting down onto the skin of your shoulder elicits another moan out of you, though he makes sure it’s not enough to break your flesh. So badly does he want to indulge himself - to indulge in all you have to offer him, and he to you - but he holds himself back. As he’s been doing all night. You are still only human, and he would despise himself were any harm to come to you, especially by his own hands. You are his precious flower, and he would hate to see you wilt. You’re not ready for that yet.

Luckily, over the years, Hyunjin has been able to master his own strength. He knows exactly the right amount of pressure to use to make sure his partner is experiencing the most out of their encounters. He knows exactly how rough he can be before breaking them. The only problem is, you make it extremely difficult for him to remain in control.

All he wants to do is ravish you. To drown you in a pleasure only he can provide for you, until all that’s left is his name on your lips, and your body craving his touch. 

You, who fits so delicately in his arms as he continues to sink his cock deep within your warmth, your essence weeping onto his thighs with every thrust. You, who cries out his name so sinfully as he moves his free hand down to flick at your swollen clit, your mouth parting as your whole body begins to tremble in his arms.

You, who has captivated him since the moment you first met, and has altered his very being so much so that he would die were you not around.

Desperately, your one hand reaches around to grab at the skin of his hip, pulling him even closer to you with every thrust he makes. Your nails bite into his flesh, causing another rumble of content to build within his chest as he surrounds you in him - all of him.

What he doesn’t expect, however, is for your other hand to creep up your own body, moving to settle on top of his that’s still squeezing and toying with your one breast. Slowly, you drag it up your body, and he lets you, watching with a newfound intensity shining within his eyes as he meets your gaze in the mirror.

The pleading look you send him, desperate in all the ways he loves, nearly sends him to his knees.

Hyunjin smirks, loving the way he sees your hand fall from his own just below your neck, only to settle on his wrist in the next moment. You tilt your head back even further onto his shoulder as his fingers dance along the sides, moving to cover the entire area with the palm of his hand.

“Please,” you beg, your gaze never leaving his for one second. “Make me yours.”

A growl tears from his lips as he nearly comes right then and there from your words alone. You really have no idea the effect you have on him, do you? How much your words mean, especially in this moment. The fact that your love him enough, that you trust him enough to even let him anywhere near your neck during such an intimate moment has him going crazy. 

You’ve already let his fangs dance along the skin of your neck, even if it was only teasingly, but now you want him to actually hold you? To put your life in his hands - quite literally - as he makes love to you like this where you can watch every little detail?

Hyunjin thought he was in love with you before, but this only serves to strengthen it until it pulses right beneath his skin, echoing through every part of his soul. You are perfect, and he will never forget the vulnerability you continue to show all for him, and for him alone.

“You’re mine,” his voice is but a snarl as he closes his hand around your neck, squeezing at the sides to restrict your airflow slightly.

He’s gentle. Surprisingly so, given the situation, and you know he’s holding himself back. Yet one look into his eyes and you understand that were he to unleash himself fully on you right now, you would not survive the night. Not that you’d really be complaining; seeing him go feral - truly feral - over you is a sight you long to behold.

Perhaps another night, then…

Still, you cannot deny the way your head spins from the feeling of his hand around your throat. A whole tremor wracks your body, and you can tell you’re close. The way he’s pounding into you, combined with the sensations of his hands on your body is making you see stars.

From the look on his face, you can tell that he’s close, too.

“Come with me,” he rasps out, releasing his hold on your neck so you can breathe properly once more, yet not bothering to move his hand away just yet. “Please, My Dear, come for me.”

His eyes lock onto your face as he flicks your clit a few more times, and just as he feels your walls spasming around him with the first signs of your release, he smirks. 

The hand he still has placed around your throat moves, tightening its hold on you once more, but this time, it’s stronger. This time, he doesn’t treat you as if you’re the most delicate piece of glass that could break at the slightest touch. No, this time, when he squeezes, your eyes roll into the back of your head, whole body trembling as your orgasm washes over you, needing to lean against his chest for support.

“Fuck- that’s it,” he hisses, feeling the first signs of his own release chasing after yours as he stills inside of you. “Just like that.”

Releasing his hold on your neck carefully, Hyunjin is quick to replace the spot his fingers once were with his lips, sucking on the delicate skin there as he feels your blood rushing through your veins. He can practically taste your blood on his tongue, a fact which makes his whole body shake, holding you even closer as your walls convulse around him, milking him for all he’s got.

It takes a whole minute for your vision to clear, your chest rising and falling with each uneven breath you take. Your one arm comes to settle on top of his which has found its way back around your waist, while the other comes up to tangle in his hair. In an instant, you pull him in for a kiss, tilting your head to the side as you need to feel his lips on yours once more.

Again, Hyunjin cannot help but think how perfectly you fit into his arms, his body practically caging you into him. Like you were made for each other.

Slowly, he pulls out of you, a strangled moan leaving your lips as he does so. He grins.

“Don’t sound so disappointed, My Dear,” in a flash, he’s picked you up and placed you on the bed, hovering over you with that all too familiar smirk residing on his features. “I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”

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okay hiii i am so curious like what would it be like taking annie to an award show like the brits or smth

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omg yes, this is so interesting!!! I can see her going to her first brits when she's like 8/9! it's when you and matty have finally got together, not new but definitely not old either, enough time that the fans know of something.

(p.s welcome crab anon!! love the emoji choice)

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you go shopping with matty and annie to find a dress, with Denise on facetime for an extra opinion. and you find quite a cute black dress with little stars on it. matty then goes to buy a matching handkerchief, and luckily, Patty finds one for him :)

she'd be SO unsure about the carpet, asking 100 questions about the lights, the people and how to pose. but you do a test run at home, which entails matty and annie walking down the hallway whilst you and the boys flash your phone torches at her and shout questions.

"Annie! who are you wearing?"

"Annie, what do you think of your dad's music?"

"Annie! why is Ross your favourite uncle?"

yk... all those normal press questions.

she'd be giggling and hiding behind matty and in his side, but he'd grin and pick her up, ushering you on the carpet too and doing some cheesy poses (the boys take sneaky photos hehehe)

on the actual night, she's an angel. like beyond perfect, even matty is shocked with how polite and happy she is. she meets celebrities and offers to shake their hands, much to everyone's delight. when she sees charli tho, she does get a bit distracted.

"auntie charli!!!" she shouts, running across the room and jumping in her arms. charli of course catches her with a grin, and soon comes matty panting as he tries to catch up with her.

you're there too, but you don't do the carpet. fans know mattys in a relationship, he talks about it all the time, but they still don't know with who. so as far as they know, you're a "stylist assistant"

Annie sits on mattys lap, or any of the boys, tbh and watches quite happily. you and her get up to dance during Harry Styles' performance, and she claps very loudly afterwards.

when the boys win their award? she's going CRAZY!!! screaming and jumping up and down as she watched them on stage, you can see the lights glimmering in her eyes and you know she's so proud of her dad.

matty has to fight every urge to kiss you deeply and scoop you into a hug when he hears that they won, but he manages it and instead just gives you a side hug. but he whispers, "I love you," as he does, and you can't hide the lovesick grin you get after he says it.

matty, of course, gives Annie a shout-out. "And thank you to my little girl, Annie. you are the light of my life, peanut - I love you. " she giggles and gets all embarrassed when the cameras pan to her and burrows in Carly's side.

he does also mention you, but strategically, "and of course, thank you to my beautiful girlfriend. she couldn't make it tonight," he looks at you with a pointed look as he says that bit, and you shoot him a wink, "but I know she's at home cheering at the tv. I love you sweetheart, thank you for inspiring half this fucking album. and pretty much every album as long as I've known you! goodnight"

(you later grill matty with what songs are about you, he doesn't budge.)

After the big win, matty is planning just to go home with you two, but you organised Denise to come grab Annie so you could go to the afterparties.

not before you three have your own private one though, sneaking off to an abandoned corridor and cheersing with apple juice cartons. Annie makes a toast, and it does make matty almost cry because he's just like that.

she falls asleep in the taxi on the way to Denise's, and is settled in bed quite soon afterwards.

leaving you and matty to... celebrate in some very creative ways <3

#this is so cute to think about #also!!! welcome #you have been added to the little list hehehe #annie would be dancing all around #just like her dad lol #🦀 anon #anon! #teacher au!

[thetistaboveall]

Lawrence’s Fantasy Hotel

Famous actors Benjamin Affleck, Ian Bohen and Jamie Lomas are honor guests at the opening of my brand now one of kind hotel experience to bring your deepest fantasies to life. They are paying me to entertain as they stay at my Fantasy resort with their choice of celebrity slave pets.

Benjamin Affleck is the first time honored guest to arrive as the limo is pulling up to the curb the door pop open and he steps on to the red carpet and even though he hates the celebrity.He can’t stand these events yet the camera set up is flashing so brightly, clicking so very loud at the sound of it all and the sexy smile of his crept on to his face spreading wildly in everyone’s face.His mind goes completely blank propelling his feet to move forward on to the cherry red carpet and a male escort guides him to the swinging double doors as they enter in to the room.

“Mr Affleck! Welcome to the event! Please do follow me.”

“I can’t help but do that”

“Our owner is awaiting us”

“I feel so weird”

“You feel perfectly fine “

“Yeah! I feel fantastic “

“Obviously! Thank you “

“Go inside the room”

“Yes! Thank you “

“What is this place?”

“Hello? Oh! He left “

“Anybody here?”

“Actually! I am the only one here”

“You are in another space and time”

“I’m sorry! Excuse me! Who are you?”

“Mwahahahahaha! Follow the path with your eyes.”

“That’s it! You see the red dot “

“YES! My eyes are fixated on it”

“Precisely! You are my project “

“I choose you to be the main guest tonight “

“I don’t understand “

“Stop trying to be some hero”

“You are not Batman”

“You are a burly chump “

“Ouch!l

“Did I hurt your feelings?”

“Maybe! It was kind of a turn off”

Something is off in the air as the dot grows it explodes covering the entirety of the wall shooting to cover over the other three walls and soon ceiling and the floor all of the color flows off.Forming a ball in the air the ball penetrates every sense in existence leaving him to his core shaking and eventually in a massive shambles. Ben is falling forward on to ten ground.The room begins to spin swooshing around and around till he faints everything goes in to spiral like situation and when he woke up he is now standing in the middle of my hotel room with a sexy smile and breaks out in a dance.

“Hello Sirs! Happy Birthday Jack. Let’s dance baby. I am about to strip!”

Ian Bohen does not know why or how he is now ending up next to Ben Affleck on stage hosting and presenting for a birthday party but yes he felt at home like he never wanted to be excited.The door soon lock surrounding us as the cool air from the vent sharply swooping all over the room hits Ian head on sending him flying on to the floor and his clothes strip open.He rises up unable to comprehend what is going on but Ben helps him up ripping off his clothes and Ian cannot do anything to stop it or help himself up as he wraps his arms over him.

“Ssshh….Command Prompt”

“Command please “

“It’s time”

“Everyone strip show”

“Pump the music”

“Dance off”

“Fuck yeah”

“Watch my ass “

“You see how it jingles “

“I feel enthralled “

“I am HOT”

“Mind if I join you babe?”

Ian can’t help himself bouncing on to the wall of the room doing a sexual sliding down the aisle moaning in pleasure in between my man Ben doing a back flip as the crowd Is roaring in excitement.Ian jumps up in to the backward forming a cannon ball landing before belting a note into the air and spinning in to the birthday boi Jack himself and sits on his lap with a wink.He does an unbelievable display of flirtatious then sits forward, placing his hand wrapping on is neck and doing a sexual lunges forces his cock to strengthen and grow forward a it presses on his pants.

“Hey babe!”

“Happy Birthday “

“Lay back”

“God! You are full and thick”

“How do you like my ass?”

“Kiss me”

“Lick my face “

“Mmmmm”

“Call me a good boi”

“Mmmmm”

“You say it so well”

“Fills my slave heart “

“FUCK!”

“YES”

“Fuck me!”

“So excited to be here bros”

“I’ve waited for my chance “

“Here we go”

“Stop flashing that in my eyes mate”

“Mate! I said “

“Mate!”

“Will you join me Jamie ?”

“Okay! Why not?”

“Great! Sleep”

“Command me”

“Showcase”

“Dance off”

“Party man”

“Yo bros!

“Want to see these pecs”

“My body is a toy”

“You mate come and feel them”

“I knew you love these guns”

“These are my guns “

“Kiss them”

“Ooohhh! Lick them “

“Take a deep breath”

“Inhale me”

“My every scent “

“My swerve”

“I smell good”

“Manly and musky “

“I bet you want “

“Bounce with Me”

“On my lips “

The end

#Hollywood Hotel Chain #ben affleck #ian bohen #Jaime Lomas #hotel fantasy #on stage #dance #party #mind corruption #mind conditioning #mind control

[mxtantrights]

i'm out of my mind (but only over you)

this is a flash forward to this piece I wrote before. It's just the lyrics of the song being played out between the two of them. purely self indulgent but I hope you like it!

Steve Harrington x black!reader

People think I'm crazy,

But they don't know

Thought love had failed me

Now they're watching it grow

Steve Harrington is sitting beside you. You're talking about something and he really should listen but he can't. Or he's trying to but all your words sound so sweet like your singing each one instead of saying them. A sweet melody for him.

He can't focus on your words because he's watching you. How you talk. The way your upper lip moves when pronouncing certain words. The way your eyes dart around. The way your cheeks keep rounding with everything you say. He can't help it.

You're gonna be on him about not listening again but he could not care less. He's just taking everything in.

A few years ago if someone had told him he'd be here, sitting with the love of his life he wouldn't believe it. He didn't believe in love after that Halloween party. Yes, he had grown into a different person since then but deep down there was something rooted in him, speaking firm words that he would never fall in love again.

The first time he saw you it wasn't like he knew he would be in love with you. How could he? Unmistakably he knew you were a dream to look at. When he finally first talked to you you were even more unbelievable.

You were funny, a weird funny that he hadn't been around before. The type of funny where the jokes settle into his chest and coat his bones in something light and airy. When he laughs around you he knows he'll only laugh like that with you.

And you're kind. He knows people toss around that word a lot but he means it. He's seen you turn so many people's days around with just your presence. You are bottled sunshine. You are it for him completely.

"You're not listening to me again." you speak.

It sends all his thoughts that were swarming in his head to the background. It makes him focus on you fully now, not just daydreaming about you as you sit beside him.

"Sorry." he groans

He watches in real-time as you reach out and thread your fingers through his hair. He wants to close his eyes and enjoy the moment. But closing his eyes means not having you in his direct sight and that isn't something he enjoys.

You smile, "so you say, but you can never tell mw what you're thinking about."

Steve's stomach halts for a second. How does he tell you he's practically obsessed with you without making it sound creepy? He wants to spend every day with you, every second really but he knows you have things to do so he'll take days and hours if he has to. Until he can have you fully.

"I'm thinking about you. I'm always thinking about you." he admits.

He watches your face turn as you remove your hand from his hair. From neutral to something else, something he hasn't seen before. He's mentally taken note of all the faces you've made thus far.

The way your lips upturn when you want to tell a joke but can't. Or how your eyebrows meet in the middle when you're angry and sad. But this, right now, he can't tell. He's worried. He doesn't know if he's said too much or if this is the wrong time.

Your eyes have gone wider than usual. And your mouth is agape. Your eyebrows are up just a bit, but not in their usual place when you're shocked.

This is different.

While you make no move to speak, Steve does. He'd be damned if he puts his foot in his mouth and messes this whole thing with you up. Sure it's probably the nerves talking but he won't let there be a chance that he ruins the best thing in his life.

"It's like the song, the one I played for you. I mean the words, the part about the heart being the future thing-I'm kinda messing this up but I have never been in love like this. Ever." he explains.

You stare at him. He feels like he messed up royally. He's gonna have to phone Robin and explain the whole situation back to her so she can help him. Maybe even Dustin. Shit, he might have to call in the big guns and call the whole party.

Then, you reach out for him again with both hands. This time the look on your face changes to one he knows pretty well at this point. Your eyes thin and the apples of your cheeks form, a toothy smile on your lips. Steve can't help the mad blush on his face or how he smiles wide too.

All of a sudden without warning you pepper his face with kisses. One on his cheek. Another on his chin. His opposite cheek. The tip of his nose. Both of his eyelids from left to right. His forehead. And then you hold his face away from you.

"Steve Harrington I am so deeply in love with you I can't listen to the radio because all the good songs remind me of you. And there are so many-which is distracting because I'm driving and then my mind forgets how lanes work because I'm thinking of seeing you again." you say.

Now it's his turn to be shocked. Yes, he loves you. But hearing the word come from you? Hearing that his feelings are reciprocated? It stirs something inside of him. A thick feeling in his chest makes it both easy and hard to breathe. He can't believe he breathed before he met you but now that he has, now that you've told him you love him?

He lets out a strangled breath. A loopy smile forms on his lips. He doesn't realize he's crying until both of your thumbs come to swipe away at the salty tears that come rolling down his face.

"My Stevie boy. Love you so much." you whisper.

"You are the greatest love of my life. Thank you, thank you so so much." he whispers back.

The two of you sit there. Melting into one another. Steve, of course, with his head, tucked into your neck, head perched on top of his. You with your arms around his beck. His arms are around your waist. His future is yours, the way your future is his.

#Steve Harrington x black!reader #Steve Harrington imagine #Steve Harrington fic #stranger things fic #stranger things x black reader #stranger things imagine

[milflewis]

schuclerc + restaurant

probably not what you want but is what came out

“How is Seb?”

Mick glances at him. Charles doesn’t look as tired as he did last year, DNF after disappointing race after DNF, biting his mouth in a smile with every interview. He’s P2 in the championship right now, or maybe P3, Mick can’t keep up. George and him keep trading it back and forth, Lewis firmly in P1 for the past two races. Charles, at least, finished in Monaco this year in the points.

“Alright,” Mick says, shrugging. He moves his bag off of the chair beside him when it looks like Charles is going to stay and hover. “But bored I think. Baking a lot. Gardening. He said something about sustainable farming in Mexico last week that I think he’s going to check out.”

“Ah.” Charles folds himself into the seat, graceful in his ungracefulness. There’s a pink mark along the top of his left cheek. Mick wonders if he fell asleep in the drivers briefing again, chin in hand. “That sounds like him.”

The paddock is slowly emptying. It’s getting late. Mick should head soon. He’s not racing tomorrow but he is supposed to casually appear in the Williams garage to say hello to Alex. He’s hoping to leave earlier enough that he can pop in to see Guanyu before his practise session.

He stays where he is.

“Has he.” Charles stops, chewing at the inside of his cheek, mouth pursing. “Has he been talking to Lewis, do you know?”

Jenson was doing post race interviews last week and he made Lewis, grinning and sweating and triumphant, laugh for most of his five minutes. Mick sent it to Sebastian who left it on read.

“No, I don’t know.”

Lewis could very well win this year. He could win his eighth which, Mick would’ve thought, Sebastian would want to be here for, after everything, especially after what happened last time. Charles doesn’t look at him for a long moment before exhaling, fingers rubbing at his mouth.

“But I don’t think he has,” Mick says and when Charles does look at him, his eyes are very brown and very wide and very sad. Like, twenty percent of my problems would be solved if you would keep your eyes closed and never look at me like that, Mick wants to say to him. It’s distracting.

“I should say it to him.”

“Yes.” Charles brightens, smile tucking into his cheeks. Mick despairs over himself. “You should, and then maybe I could? Subtly, of course, but it would be a shame for Sebastian not to be here. No matter what happens. They — there is a lot to lose here.”

He waves a hand, watch flashing, and Mick doesn’t know if he’s talking about Formula One in general or the title or Lewis and Sebastian but he does know that Charles Leclerc has never been subtle a day in his life.

“Right. Sure.” And when Charles smiles at him, teeth bright, eyes wide, Mick is helpless to not smile back.

“Don’t worry, Mick,” Charles says, swaying into Mick’s space, bumping his shoulder against his, and swaying back out. He’s smells of warm air and sweat and expensive cologne. “We won’t be like them. I promise to call you everyday after we retire.” He crosses his chest.

Mick kind of wants to reach out and break those fingers for carefully saying retire instead of not racing. He wants to hold them close and press his mouth along the curve and slope of his knuckles, sucking them into his mouth until they’re all he can taste. He also just wants to hold them between his, memorise their shape, and pretend that he knows how the car feels under them when he sees Charles’s onboard.

“And is that supposed to be an incentive…..?”

Charles laughs, heheing his hyena laugh that Carlos loves to mimic whenever he can, moving into Mick’s space again, warm and solid, hand on Mick’s elbow.

“You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.”

Mick shakes his head and lets his mouth curl up at the corners, looking up through his lashes like he watched Sebastian do all ROC. “Bet you say that to all the boys.”

Charles coughs, spluttering, cheeks flushing red as his polo, and Mick’s smile widens.

—

“So.” Charles falls into step beside him. He’s wearing black and white checkered pants and a Ferrari branded jacket, sleeves pushed up to his elbows. It’s unzipped at the throat, necklace glinting in the sun. “Have you talked to Seb like we said?”

Mick looks up at the sky. It’s very blue and very clear, yawning wide above him. Roscoe trots ahead of them, cameras following him more than either of them, though a few break of to snap a few pictures of Charles in all his world championship leading glory. Mick is fairly sure he forgot to brush his hair this morning.

“Yes,” Mick says because Charles looks like he’s about to ask the question again. “I have.”

“And?” Charles is half walking sideways to watch Mick’s face. He would’ve nearly bumped into three people already if they hadn’t moved out of the way. He looks ridiculous. Mick wants to pull him at his collar and press his nose under his ear, breathing him in.

Mick shrugs. “He hasn’t talked to Lewis.”

Charles visibly deflates, shoulders slumping, mouth turning down. He perks up again, like a cartoon character and not a real actual living person who drives Mick insane on a daily basis, when Mick continues, “But he says he will.”

“Okay, great!” Charles smiles at him before squinting, dimming a little when Mick doesn’t keep talking. “Is that not great?”

Mick hums, tilting his head from side to side. Roscoe looks back at them before continuing on, content that he is still being diligently followed. “Depends. He says that he will talk to Lewis if he wins this weekend’s race.”

Charles stops short as Mick keeps walking. Esteban spots the two of them as he heads their way, raising a hand in hello, before he sees whatever is on Charles’ face and ducks into the Alpine garage.

Charles jogs to catch up. “That wasn’t very funny.” He is smiling anyway, which, Mick knows, isn’t how to tell if Charles Leclerc is upset or not but he isn’t doing that horrible thing with his eyebrows that makes Mick want to cry when he sees it so Mick thinks it’s probably alright.

“Yeah, it kind of was,” Mick says. “It was Sebastian’s idea, anyway.”

Charles rolls his eyes, waving a hand, watch flashing. “It’s always Sebastian’s idea. He thinks he is very funny, that man.”

“To be fair, he often is.”

Charles grins, easy and casual and all old school Hollywood, hair falling into his eyes, lashes dark. He pushes it away. “That is true.”

They walk in silence for a while, the snap shutter of cameras in the background. Mick watches Roscoe’s little legs eat up the concrete. He wonders if Angie has had her walk yet today.

“What will you do after all of this, do you think?” Charles has that look on his face that he gets sometimes, distant and remote, mouth a sharp line.

“I don’t know.” Mick eyes him warily. If Charles says retire again Mick might have to kill someone just so he doesn’t scream himself hoarse.

“Yes.” There’s a little divot in between Charles’s eyes, perfect and small and devastating. Mick’s thumb could cover it if he reached out and touched it there. “Neither do I.”

This championship race isn’t like last year, easier and harder in very different ways. Easier because Ferrari seems to have more of its shit together, quicker in the pitstops, smarter with the strategy. Harder too because now it’s more on Charles, now, somehow, there is even less room for error when it is all on you. And then of course, he is racing against Lewis which is a whole other thing. Not that George, this year, or even Max, last year, arent difficult opponents but. Still.

“Maybe I will do what Yuki keeps talking about,” Mick says, desperate suddenly for Charles to stop looking like that. For him to go back to smiling. Toto will not be impressed if there’s pictures circling where Mick is talking to Charles who looks like he’s about to cry.

Charles looks at him, eyebrows raised. “Yuki?”

“Yeah.” Mick shoves his hands in his pockets. Roscoe is starting to slow, the heat and the long walk beginning to get to him. Mick will have to head back to the garage soon. “Start a restaurant, you know? Good food. Maybe some love music. Outdoor seating.”

Charles throws back his head when he laughs, neck a long tanned line. A few people stop to stare. Mick tries not to roll his eyes. He doesn’t try to bite back his smile.

“That is not a bad idea, mate.” Charles says, nudging Mick with his elbow. “I would go. Bring Arthur.”

Mick exaggerates a horrified expression to see Charles laugh again. It’s a nice sound.

“What kind of food would you make?” Charles is seems very invested in an idea that Mick is still very unsure about and nearly mostly a joke.

“French. To make my ancestors proud.”

This time when Charles laughs, Mick laughs with him.

#going thru my drafts and found this . i will never finish it so here u go #schuclerc #little fics #kyle tag #niamh.asks

[honeybeedewdrops]

Lost Friends | P.2

Summary: You are Mavericks kid and had a falling out with Bradley when Maverick pulled his papers. Years later you meet up again at The Hard Deck.

Part One

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You walked out onto the beach blowing out a puff of air who does he think he is saying sorry.

You sat on the beach looking out as the sun went down. The memories flashed through your mind. Bradley driving you to school, late night stops for food, but what stood out most was the day you realised you had a crush on him. It was just after your 12th birthday and Bradley came home from training and god you just fell in love. The next year you never heard or saw him again.

You felt the sand dip next to you. You looked up and saw Penny. “Sorry for walking out like that…” she shakes her head “no no it’s ok I understand. For what it’s worth he watched you leave, he looked…sad” you huff. “Sad..sad Penny he can’t be sad because he needs to remember he’s the one that walked out” “look, he watched you walk out and there was this look in his face like he missed you” you rolled your eyes. “Missed me yeah right” “Just maybe talk to him” Penny stands up. “Penny” “nope don’t want to hear. Now you take the rest of the night off I’ve got it covered” she walks away. You stay on the beach a little longer before getting up and heading home.

As Bradley left the bar he saw you sitting on the beach. It took everything in him to not walk over to you. Instead he got in his car and took a breath, he really did regret not saying goodbye.

-

Over the course of the week you worked and every afternoon you saw Bradley. You avoided him at all costs Penny would always shoot you a look but you ignored her. She’d always take his order and a couple of times you’d hear her apologies to him.

Eventually your dad caught on and questioned you “hey what’s going on with you and Bradley, Penny tells me your avoiding him” “yes but it’s nothing” “nothing? Really?” “Yes really” but maverick didn’t believe but he knew better than to push you. “Ok I won’t push but one day you’ll tell me” “shut up” you say and start eating dinner.

-

“So how’s that love life of yours coming?” Penny asks “just fine” you say “just fine really? When was the last time you had a date?” “Uhhh…” “see” “oh yeah and what about you huh” “I’ll have you know that your dad and I” “wait I forgot about him. Shut up” you say covering your ears. “Stop. Stop. I’ll spare you the details” Penny says pulling at your hands. “But put yourself out there.” You knew that look, it's the same look she gives when she wants you to talk to Bradley.

The like clock work the pilots walked in “hey look it’s lover man” Penny motions to Bradley. “Stop he does not have a crush on me” Penny laughs “Honey no man looks at you like that and not love you” “Penny stop” you say pulling your apron off. “Ok fine but I see it your eye you love him” that makes you blush. “Whatever” “get out of here” Penny says and you leave giving your dad a hug and a kiss on the cheek on your way out.

Hangman whistles as you “looking good Y/N” “Kiss my ass Hangman” “anytime” he says. You turn back to the door and walk out but not before flipping Hangman off earning a lot of snickers from the others.

-

It was a Friday night and you had the night off, well you have had the last 3 Fridays off but you were sure it was Penny’s way of saying go get a date.

However here you were eating ice cream watching chick flicks. Just as you were about to start the next movie your door bell rang. “Ugh who is that” you groan and get up. You open the door and there stood Bradley.

“Hey—“ he starts but you start to close the door. “Y/N please stop just listen” “what?” “I’m sorry I left you truly I am. I was pissed off at your dad he had pulled my papers and everything to do with him pissed me off.” Wait pulled his papers you didn’t know that. “I’m so sorry. I know it must have been hard” “Bradley stop just stop” “no I need to get this out. Your dad said that he never told you he pulled my papers. Every day I regretted the way I walked out and never talked to you again. I didn’t realise it then but I do now, Y/N I like you hell I love you”

You were speechless “Y/N say something” but you don’t so he turns to leave. “y-y-you loved me” “not loved, love. I love you Y/N” tears were falling from his face. You thought about it you were sure going to regret this later. “Do you want to maybe uh come in and talk about it” Bradley nods “yes I’d like that” “how’d you get my address anyway” “uhh private source?” “Penny gave it to you?” “Yeah” “I’m gonna kill her” you say and Bradley followed you in.

In the end you and Bradley stayed friends but ended up dating a few weeks later. When your dad found out he was a bit mad but what can he do nothing you're an adult. He was happy that it was a man he knew and trusted with his life but he’d never admit that out loud. A few years after you and Bradley started dating you got married and eventually had three kids.

#rooster x you #rooster x y/n #rooster imagine #bradley bradshaw imagines #top gun maverick #top gun x reader #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #miles teller

[spenzitz]

DAZAI PINING FOR ADA!READER

a/n~ i needed to get dazai out of my brain so here this is... words~836 t/w~dazai

From the moment you met Osamu Dazai, you knew he would be a hassle. 

When you were first introduced to your new co-worker, he didn’t seem interested in the slightest, so you figured you would be acquaintances at best. But all it took was one job together for you to grab his attention. How you calmly carried yourself and knew what you were doing the whole time was attractive to Dazai. Even when you hit a bump, you kept a level head and found a solution. You soon find out that Dazai doesn’t mind expressing his feelings in any way…

Of course, it felt nice to be given compliments and worried about by someone else. Still, you had no intentions of reciprocating these things. Dazai was always shrouded in an aura of mystery and trouble that you wouldn’t touch with a 10-foot pole. You didn’t want to know why he put on a mask, what he’d done in the past, or even how he came about the ADA. He was a puzzle you had no interest in solving.

However, this only made Dazai more desperate to catch your attention. Flashing his ability and intellect whenever he could, being the only one in the room even close to being on the same page as Ranpo, and striking up a conversation with you whenever possible were just some of his strategies. 

It’s not like you were encouraging him, but you certainly wouldn't say no to him keeping you company in the cafe while you did some paperwork. After you accepted his offer, he would get his coffee and sit in the seat in front of you with his chin propped up by his hands, just admiring your focused face with a grin on his own.

You don’t have to ask what he’s looking at because you know it’s the blush spreading from your neck to the very top of your head. You instinctively tuck your hair behind your ear because your sweater and button-up are suddenly far too hot.

His presence makes you entirely unable to focus. Re-reading the same paragraph over and over, but nothing sticks. The only thing in the forefront of your mind is the presence of the man in front of you. No work ever gets done on these “dates,” as Dazai would call them, yet you say yes every time.

Just like how you say yes when Dazai offers to stay late so he can walk you home. “If anyone knows how dangerous this city gets at night, it’s me! What kind of gentleman would I be if I let you walk home all alone?” He did have a point, and his room was right upstairs from yours, so it’s not like you were making him go out of his way.

After you finish your work for the day and begin walking home, Dazai can’t help but wish you weren’t wearing that sweater so he could put his coat around you, saying, “how cold it is.” As cliche as it sounds, he actually thought about it quite a bit. 

When you made it home, you couldn’t help but wonder if Dazai had dinner plans. It would be rude of you to make him walk you home and then have him go hungry, right? He, of course, did not have anything prepared, so you ended up inviting him in and cooking for him. Simply out of courtesy, not that you wanted to spend more time alone with him. 

He insisted on helping you prepare the food, though you wouldn’t let him cut anything while you both talked about anything and everything. The conversation continued through dinner, cleaning up, and even when he stayed for tea until the early morning hours. He told you a bit about his time in the Port Mafia, the little things he does to annoy Kunikida, and what he hopes for Atsushi’s future. You told him about your life before the ADA and how you started working for Fukuzawa.

It was now around 1 AM, and you could hardly keep your eyes open. Dazai had noticed this for the past hour but wanted to push his luck. However, now he was sure you would fall asleep right where you sat. Even though he would have loved to gently lay your head in his lap and pet your head as you drift to sleep, he thought that would be too much for a first date. Which, if anyone asked, was not a date, but you would let Dazai think so if he wanted to.

As you were about to stand up and walk him out, he stopped you, leaning down to your level, and gave you a light kiss on the cheek with his hand cradling your other cheek. He pulls away, only by a few inches, and whispers, “goodnight y/n,” with a soft smile.

As he leaves, you are faced with the crushing realization that you just had a date with Dazai, and you want there to be more.

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#osamu dazai x reader #dazai x reader

[stevenose]

Thinking about Steve making himself cum hands free...

He's not planning on it per se, it just happens

After a night out with the group, he's so riled up that he can't wait to get home. Not because of them but because of you. You know exactly what you're doing to him and how you affect him in every way. You've been all over him all night, sitting in his lap as you combed your fingers through his hair, and for eveyone else the sight was innocent and cute, but they missed the fact that your cunt was pressed right against him, feeling it flutter each time he neared a sensitive area while rubbing on your thigh. He tried pinching you as a warning but each time you would jolt, sort of bouncing in his lap which was infinitely worse.

He usually knows how nights end when you act like this; with you, sweaty and fucked out in the back of his car, hair a mess and cheeks flushed. He loved the sight each time, more so looking forward to it every time, but the night ended up differently. Close to leaving, Nancy suggested a sleepover for the girls only, and you were quick to say yes to her offer

So that's how he ended up back at home, alone and with a raging hard on. He'd gone through this more than a few times when you weren't together, so he knew how to get himself off fast. No remorse or shame, just getting things done. Jeans unbuttoned and zipper lowered to be able to let his cock breathe from the tight pressure, he lays back in his bed, getting comfortable and closing his eyes. A few flashes of your tits and cunt appearing in his mind before he wills himself to follow the narrative.

He's kissing you in his car, hands groping at each other and kissing needingly. He knows he'll get scolded by the others for ditching them but he couldn't help himself and neither could you. A warm sensation rising in both his fantasy and in his belly in real life as he parts his lips slightly, imagining his lips wrapped around the skin of your neck, bruising it as always before drifting lower over your chest and lower to your nipple. And you grind down on him

He instinctively bucks up, the front of his jeans pressing down against his cock and he moans, hands fisting into the sheets at his sides, mimicking the way he does to your plush hips, pulling you down against his lap.

Then he somehow got your clothes off and now he's lowering you on his length, eyes rolling back as he hears almost perfectly your moans and whines. Your sounds etched into his brain from how many times he'd fucked you so far.

And he's barely registering the fact that somehow, the pleasure he usually feels while fucking you, albeit a bit fainter, is building up now, when he hadn't even made the effort of pulling himself out of his boxers. His head lolling to the side as he imagines your lips against his skin, how you get possessive of him while riding him, telling him how he belongs to you and how pretty he looks being used. His hips buck up again and he feels like he's about to burst. Without questioning things, he bucks up against the rough material of his jean again and another moan falls from his lips,

His thoughts now on you as he fucks you through your orgasm, holding you still as he ruts up into you repeatedly, feeling himself near the edge

Eyes screwing shut, he pulls at the sheets as he ruts up against nothing, jaw falling slack as his pleasure shoots through him unexpectedly. Before he can even reach a hand down to palm himself, he's soaking his boxers and jeans in cum, body twitching and gasping as his eyes fly open. He's stunned for a moment, seeing a dark spot on his jeans, feeling it dribble down his thighs...

oh my. god. oh my god. the absolute adoration i have for this.

first of all HILARIOUS to tease the man all night and then be like ok ur on ur own. i would hope he would dish something out for a stunt like that <3

but i FULLY BELIEVE this guy could do it. he could. he would teach himself out to flex his muscles in just the right ways until he’s dripping down his boxers. i REALLY bet he could do it if he’s high - he could absolutely imagine you on top of him, so much that it’s as if you’re really there, riding down on his cock. just fists at his sheets and cums with a shudder and soft cry, humiliated and so turned on that he’s able to do that.

#THANKYOU THANK YOU THANK YOU FOR THIS INBOX MASTERPIECE…… #stevenose posts #ns/fw #steve x reader #and you know he’s bragging about it next time he sees u. like hey guess what i can do :)

[hargrove-mayfields]

Harringrove Harvest Week- Day 6

Prompt: Vampire x Hanahaki Disease

Warnings: Referenced past character death

Billy wakes up. That’s all wrong. He wasn’t supposed to wake up.

None of this was supposed to happen.

His best friend, a vampire. A beautiful vampire he couldn’t help but fall for. The cause of his death and the cause of him opening his eyes days after his broken heart stopped beating.

He’s pissed.

The room is dark. Kind of like everything these days. He doesn’t need to see him to know he’s here. Billy growls, “Why am I alive? What did you do to me, Steve!”

Steve’s voice is so soft, in contrast with the things he’s done. It would make Billy’s blood boil, if he wasn’t recently undead.

“I saved you.”

Billy turns around, trying to find Steve. Velvet curtains. Antique wood. Bullshit tacky vampire aesthetic. He brought him back to his house. His bullshit creepy fucking hideout.

Another hot flash of rage strikes Billy’s still heart. He yells until his voice goes raspy, “No! You damned me to suffering. Eternal fucking heartbreak! I hate you!”

“You didn’t before. You bloomed for me.”

This ancient asshole and his bullshit flowery language. Billy finally catches a glimpse of Steve out of the corner of his eye, lounging all casually cloaked in darkness, like this was some fucked up cliché and not his fucking life on the line.

Billy turns on him, marches closer to drive his words like a stake right into that unfeeling soul of Steven Harrington, “Dont fucking put it like that. I suffocated. I choked to death on fucking rose thorns. For you!”

Billy’s death was slow. Miserable. Unexplained. Steve wasn’t there to comfort him then. Not from the first time a single pedal with two drops of blood landed in his palm until the day he died a month later. That only drew out his pain.

But Steve doesn’t see it that way. “That’s why I saved you. You loved me.”

No shit. Why else was he coughing up red and black roses for four fucking weeks? Feeling his lungs and his throat be torn open by thorns and filled with blood and sap. Of course he loved him.

It’s Steve that cursed him to this. Billy needs him to know that. “But you didn’t love me.”

“I couldn’t. I’m dead. More than a century old. My heart doesn’t beat, and it doesn’t feel.” Steve explains simply, cold and logical, until he falters. For just a moment, vulnerability seeps into his words. Almost like an apology that things ended up this way, but not quite, “I couldn’t.”

Billy takes that vulnerability and twists it into what he needs to hear, “Did you want to love me?”

“Yes. That’s why you’re here, Billy.” Shit. He wasn’t expecting to get that.

Billy stands in stunned silence, the fight suddenly drained from him like the color in his life. Steve can tell, he always can, and he always tries to make things right after. “It hurt to watch you hurting, but it had to happen this way. For us to be together.”

That’s all Billy ever wanted. Was for Steve to put some fucking effort back in for every single speech and breath and drop of blood Billy had traded away for him. Does it matter now that it’s too late? He’s already dead. He’ll only suffer more if he doesn’t give him a chance.

But he’s scared of forever. “Are you just sweet talking, or do you mean it this time?”

“I swear by it.” Steve assures him, taking strides to be the one to reach out, and hold Billy’s hands in his own.

He used to call Billy a weak human, when they’d meet and he was covered in bruises. But Billy isn’t human at all anymore, and he won’t bend to Steve’s every whim. Not letting go of his hands, he challenges, “Prove it.”

“I gave you life and immortality.” Steve acts like that means anything. Like that’s what he wanted.

It’s not bad, but there’s something missing. Billy decides to make it clear what he wants, pulling himself even closer to Steve.

“So fucking prove it by spending it with me.”

“That’s easy. I let you go once. I don’t want to lose you again.”

So Steve wasn’t just bloodthirsty. He really meant it.

Billy lets his walls come all the way down now. Like that small declaration was enough to make up for it. Maybe it is. He’s never been resurrected by a vampire who refused to love him before to know.

He lunges forward, and pulls Steve into him by the collar of his shirt for an embrace. It’s rougher than it needs to be, full of passion and anger and something in between, “You better keep your damn promise, Steve.”

“I will, Billy.” Steve promises, delicate, claw-like fingers in Billy’s dry curls. This is the most emotion Billy has ever felt from him, and he’s so relieved and happy to hear Steve say, “I’m sorry.”

Scared to lose it now, he demands, more like a question, “Make it up to me then.”

“I already told you I will. Do you trust me?” Steve holds Billy’s face gently. So gently. Billy can’t help but lean into the touch.

Billy almost forgets that Steve was speaking to him. That’s his charm, the reason why Billy fell so deeply in love his body couldn’t survive it.

He’s still mad though. Giving Steve the satisfaction of his trust makes him feel too easy,

“I shouldn’t.”

“But do you?” Steve sees through him, of course he does.

In Steve’s arms, with more time to process, that’s easier to deal with. Billy is sated now, the rage inside him replaced with peace now that he’s this close to getting what he wants.

Part of him wonders if that change will be permanent. He’s never seen passion like that from Steve. Vampires are bullshit.

“Yes. For some stupid fucking reason, yeah, I trust you. And I love you too, asshole.” Billy's true feelings never changed though. So much for the unfeeling monster act.

He feels sadness too, in the silence that follows his declaration to Steve. After everything, he needs to hear it back. He clutches onto Steve’s button up tighter, “Say it back.”

And then Steve’s smiling, alluring fangs on display, making Billy run his teeth over his own to feel what it’s like. It’s going to take a while to get used to this.

Especially once Steve promises, giving in to what Billy wanted all this time, “You know you don’t have to ask anymore. I love you, Billy.”

It’s only then that Billy truly blooms.

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Fate Is Cruel- Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Set in the marauder's era. Sirius letting you know how he feels

Sirius Black was your best friend in all of Hogwarts. You had met each other during your first year, when he defended you against a Slytherin boy who pushed you to the ground and called you a mudblood in the courtyard. His form of defense..a right hook straight to the jaw, which made the slytherin fall to ground holding his face. It landed Sirius in detention for two weeks, but he didn't seem to mind at all. Now you were in your sixth year and you both are completely inseparable. You two share everything together, classes, snacks, and even secrets.

Today was Friday, and everyone was so excited because it was a Hogsmead weekend. You were walking through the halls going to your next class with Lily. "Why don't we all go and get some butterbeers at Hogsmead tomorrow?" You asked. "Of course I'll go." Sirius said with a smile. "That means, I'm going too I guess. I have to keep you out of trouble." Remus said with a hint of sarcasm. "I'll go too!" Lily exclaimed with excitement. "I'll go, too then." James said with a blush. "I'll go as well." Peter stated. Now all of you were going to go to Hogsmead. But first, you still had one more lesson to get through before you could enjoy some free time in the Great Hall. It was everybody's least favorite class. Divination. Everyone called bullshit on whether these predictions would happen. You were definitely skeptical, but you also weren't going to be calling it a lie either because maybe in someway, things like this were possible. You felt like anything was possible, I mean you did go to school full of magic. Who were to say something isn't real?

You all took your seats. James sitting in between Peter and Lily. You sitting in between Remus and Sirius. The class was a bit stuffy because of the fireplace, and the colors in the classroom were odd, but your friends making jokes made it better. You all had to read tea leaves and it was interesting to say the least because the Professor broke out into a trance which was her predictions, but this time it was for you. "My, dear it looks like you have a love in your life. This person knows you very well, but is keeping his love for you a secret." You tired to hold in your laugh out of respect, but Remus bursted in laughter which left you staring at him him your eyes widened as she got out of her trance. "Sorry, Professor. I just think that what you said is really quite interesting. Don't you think so Sirius?" Remus said in a mocking tone. Sirius' eyes widened and nudged him to get him to shut up. Completely dismissing what she and Remus just said she continued with her lesson. "Ah! What was I saying? Oh yes, let me see your cup please." You handed it to her and she let out a scream. The whole class turned to look in your direction. "I think you should look for the signs." The professor continued. "Signs?" You grew curious. "Yes, if you aren't careful, you will meet your end." Now you grew concerned. "My end? What does that mean!" "You have the grim." Your face turned as white as a ghost. "I'm going to die?" Sirius let out a nervous giggle "C'mon, you don't believe that do you? "I shouldn't, but I feel like I should be a little cautious." You said sounding like you were running out of breath. The class was silent. It was painfully silent. Everyone in there was thinking you were going to die. The faces of the students were saddened looking at you like you were some injured woodland animal. The bell for class to end sounded even louder signaling that the class had ended.

Every minute that passed felt like you were losing minutes of your life. You couldn't help but to think of the omen that was in your cup. You had never been mean to anyone. Never made anybody feel bad, but why were you given such a bad omen? Just then, you were completely pulled away from your thoughts when a loud crash of thunder and a flash of lightning was shown through the window you were standing next to. It made you jump in fright and make a yelp like sound. "You alright?" Your best friend had asked you. You sighed. "Honestly, no. Not really. I'm freaking out. I would consider myself a good person. I don't think I deserve this. You were talking almost too fast. "I'm just scared." You looked like you wanted to cry. Sirius hugged you. His hugs were always so warm and gentle. You always felt comfortable with him. "You are going to be fine. I'll never let anything happen to you." Looking in his eyes, you could see that he was being completely honest with you. You could trust him with your life. He was your best friend after all. letting go of you, he ruffled you hair lightly and smiled "Lighten up, let's go get some food!"

You weren't really hungry due to the fact that your fortune had been read, but the smell of the Great Hall brought it back. You had all of your favorite foods and your friends waiting for you. "Are you alright?" Lily asked and James gave you a look of sympathy. "I'm okay." You said with a sad smile. The only one who didn't show you any sort of sympathy was Remus. He seemed to actually be enjoying your misery. "Remus! Show some humanity! Lily spoke up. "(Y/N) is our friend!" Remus got up and said "Sirius, can I talk to you outside?" He said. Sirius nodded and followed Remus outside. You felt sad. "Is Remus upset with me? If I did anything. You'd let me know so I can apologize right?" You panicked. James quickly reassured you and said. "Don't worry, you didn't do anything. They just can't act normal to save their lives." You got up from the bench and quickly said "I should go check on them."

Meanwhile Remus and Sirius were having a conversation on their own, and you happened to be eavesdropping. "You have to tell her, Sirius. She's freaking out." Sirius ran a hand through is dark and hair and sighed " I know I should tell her, but what happens if she doesn't feel the same? What if she doesn't want to stay friends anymore?" "You won't be able to truly be friends if you keep lying to her. I've seen the way she looks at you, and I can tell. Hell, anyone can see that she's absolutely smitten by you. Besides, you've never been this shy about someone before." "(Y/N's) different. I feel different about her." You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Sirius liked you? You liked him, but you had never thought that he would have any romantic feeling for you. Were you really this oblivious to how he felt? "Sirius, you need to tell her." Remus said with a stern voice. He sighed and said "I'll tell her everything." You wondered if there was more from the way he said that. You left before you could hear more of their conversation, ate the rest of your food and went straight to bed with a head full of racing thoughts.

It was the next day, and you all had gone to Hogsmead. It was a little more awkward and there was definitely a weird feeling in the air. The stress of you thinking that you life could end, was replaced with the anxiety of knowing that Sirius Black has feelings for you aswell. Sipping your butterbeer and trying not to look like you know what Sirus and Remus talked about last night. You were awfully quiet while the rest of them were laughing and making jokes with each other, but they all figured that you were still a little bothered by what happened in divination.

Minute by minute passed and you couldn't hold it in anymore. You needed to talk to Sirius alone, and Remus conventionally had plans to leave you two alone. He eventually lead everyone into HoneyDukes and got Sirius alone with you. It was an awkward couple of minutes because you didn't speak until Sirius did. He cleared his throat and said almost with a stutter "T-There is something I have to tell you." You braced yourself. "Okay, go ahead. Tell me." You said with a tone that was maybe too harsh. He took a deep breath and said in one breath. "I like you, but more than a friend, and I don't know if you feel the same way, and I also know why you got the grim in your teacup. It's because it's me. I'm a dog, but not really a dog. I mean I turn into a dog." You had to stop his rambling before he hurt himself. "Sirius. Relax. Breath." He took a deep breath, and then another before continuing to speak. "I'm an animagus. I also have a huge crush on you. I've had a crush on you for an embarrassing amount of time because I'm a coward who never told you about how I felt." You wanted to laugh, but held it in.

"So, the prediction was actually right?" Sirius nodded "Yes, but luckily you're not dying anytime soon, so she was wrong about that." You started to laugh. "Why didn't you just say how you felt and told me you were animagus? Do you know how long I've had a crush on you?" Sirius smiled at the fact that you also admitted to having feelings for him. "How long?" He questioned. "Since that time you punched that Slytherin in first year." He laughed really loud at the memory. "I got into so much trouble because of that, but you were and are still worth it." You smiled at him. "How long have you been an animagus? Well, you already know that Lupin is a werewolf." You nodded thinking about how often you have to remind him about taking his potion. "Well, last year Peter,James, and I made a promise to keep Remus company during his transformation, so we became animagi. "How come I didn't know about this? We thought that we should keep it a secret, but Lily ended up finding out because of James, and we made her promise not to tell you until it was the right time." You nodded again. "Well, I guess it's good that I heard it from you. I'm actually surprised that I'm handling this so well." You said with a laugh which made Sirius smile. You loved his smile. He was gorgeous, and you have always wanted to know what it felt like to kiss him. "Sirius..can you kiss me?" He looked at you a little taken aback by the sudden request, but he was not going to say no to the girl who he has been wanting to kiss for such a long time. His lips molded with yours perfectly like they were meant to be. This felt magical and you've been waiting for this for such a long time. You may have been skeptical of fate, but this may have persuaded you to believe.

#Sirius Black #Sirius Black x Reader #sirius black x fem!reader #Hogwarts #marauders era

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RIDE THE CYCLONE LYRIC STARTERS

FEEL FREE TO CHANGE PRONOUNS/NAMES/PHRASING AS YOU SEE FIT

“I know this dream of life is never ending”

“You know the sun is rising while descending, it goes on and on and never ends”

“I was designed to predict the exact time and place of someone's death”

“'I’ve realized that the only thing that makes less money than theatre, is releasing an album on a streaming service”

“Free will is just a fridge magnet, and we live briefly in a cold unfeeling deterministic universe in an abandoned warehouse called time”

“The smart ones all packed up and went why stay if you can’t pay the rent”

“Drink some brew, join the choir build yourself a funeral pyre”

“Well, this couldn’t possibly get any stranger”

“My name, or who I used to be- my life, an unsolved mystery”

“From ashes I was made and ashes I return”

“I'm gonna stand a little farther away from you, okay?”

“I respect you taking the moral high ground”

“I’m just trying to prove to you that I’m a good person!”

“What the world needs is people like me to keep it all spinning around”

“Some of us are winners, some were born to lose”

“I’m the mover, I’m the shaker, I’m the headline-maker”

“Maybe that was a little harsh. Love you!”

“Yes, there's a problem! I'm the solution!”

“We need a little less of them, a little more of me!”

“You can make any odious idea palatable- even social darwinism”

“Let me whisk you away to happier, darker, more slattern times”

“Goddammit! Can you keep it in your pants for two seconds, you horrible succubus!?”

“I write poems to burn by firelight, drink champagne, and guzzle gin”

“Don't knock it 'til you’ve tried my life of sin”

“My life's one never-ending carnival, a world of boozy-floozy flashing light”

“He said, "I think I am in love with you" I've heard that lie a million times before”

“At night I burn myself with cigarettes just to somehow prove I'm still alive”

“I choose to burn out rather than fade away”

“I champion [name]’s journey of sexual discovery”

“What is even the moral? What does it teach you? What’s the lesson?”

“Not every story has a lesson”

“It's time to start the party, but there ain't no party here yet”

“My rage has subsided. A moment- I am vulnerable now”

“When I look into your almond eyes, I do not see the boy I am, but the man I must become to possess you”

“I want to take all of the pain from your soul, and in the passion factory of my heart, transform it into functional joy”

“Beginnings are easy, endings are hard, but the very middle of a story is impossible”

“You might see before you an ordinary man ha! An earthly illusion”

“make love to me, [name]”

“Oh my goodness, what have I gotten myself into?!”

“Oh, I have no desire to rule the galaxy. Oh, to hold you close is enough for me”

“I'm so happy right now, I can never come down!”

“Some might say we're released, pushing daisies, deceased, but we all know the worms must be fed”

“There's just one lingering fear: my soul, is it here?”

“Cruel existence was only a sham?”

“You must know where I've been, won’t you tell me at last who I am?”

“Why be left with no family and no friends?”

“Time eats all his children in the end”

“A melody floats through the air when silence falls, does no one care?”

“This is no way to die, lord!”

“Now that all is said and done isn’t there anyone to tell me who I am?”

“How do you know it's my birthday?”

“How do we know it's not your birthday?”

“There's no shame in loving my small town”

“It took a horrible accident for to realize how goddamn wonderful everything is”

“I used to think that life was just a heartbreaker that just breaks, and it breaks, and it breaks and it breaks 'til you can't break no more”

“I see the world with all its backwards upside down”

“There's nothing wrong with being the nicest girl in town”

“I wouldn't change my life for a thing”

“I used to think that life was just a heartbreaker it breaks and it takes until you can't take no more”

“It's not a game maybe that's news cause no one will win here and no one can lose”

“there's no one to measure our foolish pride and no one keeps score of how hard we tried”

“You give and choose while you love and lose and you feel the world is spinning with no ending or beginning”

“After reading thousands of human fortunes, my final insight is: your lucky number is 7. You will soar to great heights”

“We're all just sailing through space there's no up, there's no down”

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