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IF YOU NEEDED ME !

simon riley/reader – 7.1k words sale of a lifetime mini series !

tags: smut, childhood best friend!simon, virginity for sale trope, unrealized feelings, soft!simon, protective!simon, virgin!reader, afab!reader, no prns for reader

cw: loss of virginity, cunnilingus, wet & messy, fingering, creampie, mid-sex love confession, a little arguing but nothing crazy tbh, petnames (love, lovie, sweetheart)

; he remembers the way you would look at him when you were children, all smiles and bright eyes. he never thought he was deserving of such happiness. but now, with you shyly covering your bare breasts, in his bed, he feels like he’s the only man deserving of you.

or.

he may not have been the first man you picked to give your first time to. but looking back, you realized he was the only right choice in the end.

Meeting some unknown, shady guy out on the street outside of a seedy bar wasn’t the smartest decision you’ve ever made. Nor was it how you actually intended to spend your Friday evening. But it was the only option you had at the moment, so you swallowed your nerves and forced yourself to stay put at the spot the guy had chosen despite the fact that being out on the street made you feel x10 more nervous and vulnerable.

You could hear the loud music and chatter inside the bar every time the door opened to let someone in or out. There was a chill in the air that had you contemplating actually going inside and just telling the guy to meet you in there – you were about to give the bastard your damn virginity, the least he could be was accommodating to your temperature struggles. Plus, you could really use a drink.

A car, expensive by the looks of it, pulling up to the curb had you pausing in that train of thought. You recognized him from his profile picture when he stepped out of the vehicle – Lucas, you recall being his name. Whether that was really his name or not didn’t matter; all that mattered was he brought what he promised.

“You have the money?” you asked when he approached you, giving him a tight-lipped smile as a greeting.

“Yeah, got it in the car. All cash, I hope that’s alright,” he grinned, a sight that made a shiver go down your spine. His tone didn’t match the smile, all transactional and dull despite the glimmer in his eyes.

He wasn’t necessarily unattractive but he certainly wasn’t your type. There was a look in his eyes, one that made your skin crawl because you felt like you were nothing but a piece of raw meat in front of a starving, salivating predator.

“We should get going,” he said, hurrying to open the backseat of his car for you.

You paused, “Aren’t we going to go inside or something?”

He looked confused, grip on the door tightening for a moment before he bursted out laughing. When he saw the shocked look on your face he sobered up, “Sorry, sorry, that was rude of me. Sweetheart, this isn’t a date. I’m just here to get what I paid for.”

“Oh…” you swallowed around the lump in your throat at the condescending tone, humiliation making your cheeks burn, “Right.”

Tears stung the back of your eyes and you quickly averted your gaze so he wouldn’t see how much that stung. Of course, you knew it wasn’t a date. This was a transaction. But you at least thought you’d get to know the guy who was about to take your virginity. You should have known better.

A man who was paying for your virginity wasn’t bound to be someone you could trust to feel comfortable around. You quietly sigh, resigning yourself to this all for the sake of some fucking money.

You settle into the car, heart jumping into your throat when the door slams. It feels as if you’ve just sealed your fate and you can’t deny that you’re scared.

But there’s an envelope next to you that you can see stuffed with bills and you clench your fists, trying to calm your racing heart by closing your eyes and breathing.

You just hope this decision doesn’t cost you your life or something. You’d hate to imagine what that would do to a certain someone.

Suddenly, the car jostles. Your eyes snap open and you see Lucas is jacked up against the side of the car, a very familiar form caging him in. His scarred hands grip the man’s shirt in tight fists. You can’t hear what they’re saying but you can see Lucas is chattering frantically, gesturing wildly with his hands in an attempt to quell the angry man in the skull balaclava.

You curse to yourself, a different kind of terror shocking through your system. Lucas is thrown to the side and you wince at how hard he hits the pavement before the car door is jerked open.

You can’t even say anything before a strong, rough hand wraps around your arm, yanking you out. You stumble once you’re on your feet, falling right into his chest.

You try to pull away but his arm clamps down around you.

Lucas is cursing and screaming his head off, words you don’t even bother to try and decipher because you’re too preoccupied with the masked figure that made his sudden appearance. Nerves make your knees shake and from the look of pure rage in his eyes, you know you’re in deep shit.

Lucas opens the car door and slams it before driving off, tires squealing against the pavement before he vanishes. Along with that wad of cash that was going to be yours in just a short time.

Suddenly you’re angry, shoving your hands against his chest to get him away from you.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Riley?!” you shriek, shooting him the fiercest glare you could muster.

“I should be askin’ you that,” he sneers, “The hell were you doin’ with that prick?”

“I–”

“Don’t answer that,” he snaps, cutting you off swiftly, “I know what you were doin’. If you needed money that badly you should have told me.”

“It’s not your concern, Simon!” you cry, resisting the urge to petulantly stomp your foot.

You’re so pissed.

Simon Riley and you went way back, childhood friends. The two of you had always been in each other's lives. Simon especially was always there when you needed him, a beacon of safety and protection. Your best friend and someone you loved to the ends of the Earth.

But right now, you’re so angry with him that you can’t seem to think straight.

How dare he show up now, when you’re about to do the most humiliating act of your entire life. How could he show his stupid, masked face here when you didn’t even ask for his help in the first place for a reason.

“You are always my concern,” he shoots back, scarred knuckles turning white from how hard he clenches his fists, “I have always taken care of you. You should have come to me for help instead of puttin’ yourself in danger like this. You didn’t know that guy, what the fuck were you thinking?”

Anger makes your skin hot, sweat beading on your forehead, blocking out the chill that once made goosebumps rise. You feel ashamed that you were caught in this situation – that the man you’ve known your entire life knew you were about to sleep with some random asshole for a fat wad of cash. You don’t like that he’s made you feel ashamed and confronted you with it.

“Just fuck off, Simon!” you shriek, the only thing you can think of before turning on your heel and stalking away from him.

You don’t glance over your shoulder to check if he’s following because you know he most likely is – from a safe distance to make sure you make it inside your apartment alright but far enough that you can’t get mad at him for it. Your jaw is clenched so tightly that you feel a headache radiating down your neck.

By the time you reach your apartment, the anger has simmered and all you’re left with is a festering shame that makes tears fill your eyes. You wrap your arms around yourself and quickly shuffle yourself inside, not bothering to check if Simon is out there or not. All you want is to get a hot shower and crawl into bed for the rest of the weekend.

You do just that, letting the burning hot water scald your skin until you can’t feel any emotions except exhaustion. And then, you crawl into bed and let sleep overtake you without a second thought.

When you wake up, it’s clear that it’s late into the afternoon. The sun is high in the sky and shining painfully bright through the crack in your curtains. You groan and roll over, slapping the bed to find your phone.

You grab the device and unlock it, taking a moment to scroll through your notifications. There’s some angry messages from the guy from last night – cursing you out for setting him up to be jumped. It makes you roll your eyes before a particular notification catches your eye.

It’s from your bank – alerting you of a deposit.

You sit up straight in your bed, brows furrowed before your eyes nearly bug out of your head when you see your bank statement. It’s more than you needed and you know exactly who was responsible.

You jump out of bed, not even bothering to dress out of your pajamas before you’re shoving some slides onto your feet and storming out of your apartment.

You’re so heated that you can’t even remember the walk to Simon’s place, your mind racing a million miles a second. You storm up to the door and slam your fist on it, the hard wood making your hand sting from how hard you pound.

The radiating tingle of pain is quickly forgotten when the door swings open.

Simon stands there, looking down at you expectantly. He leans against the door with his arms crossed over his chest. He wears an army-issued t-shirt that’s a bit too tight. The sleeves stretch taunt around his biceps and you can make out the swell of his pecs. It’s not very often that you get to see his tattooed arms, littered with scars since he tends to wear long sleeves most of the time.

He doesn’t look at all surprised to see you, clearly having expected you. The apathetic look in his eyes just solidifies that you were right all along.

“What the hell is your problem?!” you cry without so much as a greeting.

He sighs, broad shoulders rising and falling with it before he opens the door wide and motions you inside. You duck underneath his outstretched arm, turning to watch as he closes the door and locks it.

He wanders into the kitchen and you realize you can smell bacon. He doesn’t seem at all surprised by your outburst nor does he seem interested in acknowledging your question.

“Are you hungry?” he asks, only solidifying how unperturbed he is by your display of anger.

“No!” you snap, “I want to know why you did that, Simon!”

He sighs again, much louder but doesn’t respond. You stand in the doorway to his kitchen, watching him plate his lunch – which is actually just breakfast food. He places the dish on the table and pauses, looking up at you.

“You needed the money, I had it,” he offered with a shrug of his shoulders.

“I was handling it on my own,” you say, “I-It was my problem to solve.”

“By sellin’ yourself to some prick?” he snarls, the anger he was masking coming out in a flurry.

“I wasn’t selling myself–” you refute but he slams his palms down on the table. His cutlery clatters with the action and you jump.

“I read that post you made,” he hisses, teeth bared, “There’s no fuckin’ reason you should be selling your virginity for some cash when I was right here the whole time!”

Your cheeks burn when he brings up your virginity, crossing your arms over your chest protectively, “I-It’s mine to sell if I want to! I needed that money!”

“And now you have it,” he says with finality.

He takes a seat and you stand there, fuming. Your jaw is clenched, teeth grinding together as your mind races to find a rebuttal. He begins to eat, taking large, fast bites that just shows how he’s been conditioned to eat quickly by the military.

“That’s not the point, Simon,” you huff, growing less angry and more frustrated by this conversation. You were just going around in circles.

“Then what is the point?” he snaps, snatching his empty plate and angrily tossing it in the sink. He turns to you again, a frown evident on his face, “You got the money you needed safely. That’s all that matters.”

“It’s too much money, Simon!” you cry, “I was selling something in exchange for it!”

“I care about you,” he says, “That doesn’t matter to me. What’s mine is yours, you know that.”

You silently glare at him, wishing that the heated stare would get through to him. He stands unbothered, staring blankly at you with his fists clenched by his sides.

You hang your head, sighing, “I-I can’t take your money, Simon, alright? I’m already in debt and I’m not going to be in debt to you of all people.”

“You feel like you owe me, is that it?” he asks.

You nod your head, heart rate spiking when he stalks towards you. You’re close enough to smell his body wash and aftershave, a painfully familiar scent that you adore. He stares down his nose at you, brown eyes lidded and lazy.

He reaches out suddenly, rough hand gripping your cheeks, smushing them together until your lips pucker, “Then give me a kiss as payment.”

“H-Huh?” you whimper dumbly, eyes wide in shock as his face grows closer and closer.

“It can be payment for a kiss, lovie,” he coos, syrupy sweet and soft, “Will that make up for it, then?”

The air in your lungs suddenly doesn’t feel like enough. This is a man that you’ve known almost your entire life so you’ve obviously thought about him in a romantic sense at some point. Hell, when you were a teenager you even had a crush on him. But he never once looked at you any other way than as a friend so you quickly got over it – or maybe that’s just what you told yourself. Because as you stand there, staring into his eyes, you realize that kissing him would feel like a dream come true.

You find yourself nodding despite the inner turmoil going on in your head. Simon huffs through his nose before leaning down and pressing his lips against yours.

There’s a shock of electricity that goes through you at the contact. Your eyes flutter shut as you lean into the kiss, letting him take over. He works his lips expertly against yours, eventually abandoning his hold on your face in favor of wrapping his arm around your waist. You gasp into the kiss when he suddenly yanks you closer, your body pressed close against his.

He’s warm and sturdy against you, a solid form of muscle that makes you feel safe and content – just as he always has. His hands are big and rough as they grip your hips, kneading the soft flesh there as he gets lost in kissing you.

“S-Si,” you find yourself muttering without realizing.

He hums in response, chuckling when you continue to mindlessly kiss him. He pulls back, one hand coming up to wrap lightly around your throat, thumbing at your jaw as your eyes slowly focus on him, “What is it, sweetheart? What do you need?”

“I-I don’t…” you swallow thickly around the forming lump in your throat, “I don’t know. I just…”

“Show me,” he breathes, softer than you’ve ever heard his voice.

The sweet, tender look in his big, brown eyes is what gives you the courage to grab his wrist, leading it just under the hem of your shirt so he can touch your bare stomach. You give him a shy glance from under your lashes, hoping he’ll get the hint that you want more.

You want him.

Simon, in all his experienced wisdom, understands immediately what it is you’re aching for. His hand travels up further, pausing at your ribs, just under the swell of your breast. Your heart hammers in your chest when your gaze meets his. His eyes are lidded, long lashes obscuring his pupils but still burning into you.

He stares deep into your eyes, waiting for any sign of hesitation as his fingers creep higher and higher. You suck in a breath when he cups your breast in his palm, squeezing lightly to feel their weight.

A large, calloused thumb creeps up, passing ever so softly over your nipple until the bud peaks and hardens under the attention. You sigh at the feeling, new shocks washing over you that you’ve never experienced before.

Sure, you played with yourself plenty – you had a healthy masturbation life, you’d say. But you’d always just been focused on reaching an orgasm, never on the build up. You imagine, however, it would never feel as good by yourself as it does with him.

He pinches your nipple between two fingers and you whine, lips parting as the sound escapes. Simon takes the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. Your hands grab his shoulders, desperately clinging to his shirt as you lose yourself in the sloppy kiss.

Drool drips down your chin – it's messy and hot between the two of you. His hand switches to your other breast to give it the same attention as the other. You tremble in his arms, overcome by the insatiable throbbing between your thighs.

You shift on your feet, the fabric of your panties stick uncomfortably to your core. You’re so wet, wetter than you’ve ever been in your life. By the time he pulls back, there’s a string of saliva connecting your lips to his.

“You want more?” he asks, voice gravelly as he speaks, as if he’s drunk. You nod your head and he clicks his tongue, “You gotta tell me, sweetheart.”

“I-I want more, Si,” you whisper, feeling your cheeks burn as you admit it.

“Let’s go,” he hums, taking your hand in his as he leads you around the couch towards the hallway.

“Where?” you ask dumbly, hoping that making some kind of conversation would ease the nerves steadily building in your chest.

“The bedroom,” he responds, stroking his thumb over the top of your hand as if he can sense that you’re nervous, “Wouldn’t want to be stripped down in the middle of the living room, I imagine.”

“N-No,” you squeak, cheeks burning even hotter at those words.

You’re going to be naked. In front of another person for the first time. In front of him. Simon.

“There now, lovie,” he whispers as he shuts his bedroom door behind the both of you. He takes your waist in his hands, kneading the soft flesh there, “It’s alright.”

“I-I’m just–”

“Nervous,” he finishes for you, smiling softly when you nod, “I know. We can stop anytime you’d like.”

“I don’t want to,” you rush out, hands coming up to press against his firm chest, “Just…d-don’t be upset when I don’t know what I’m doing.”

The tender way he looks at you sets your heart pounding like a little rabbit. A ghost a smile appears on his lips, “I would never do somethin’ like that.”

“I-I know, I just…” you look down at your feet only for him to catch your chin in his fingers, pulling you to look up at him.

You swallow thickly around the lump in your throat, holding your breath as he descends down. His lips find yours all over again, as exhilarating and mind-melting as the first time.

Just the sweet, deep kiss he gives you has your nerves dissipating a bit – back to normal levels. You no longer feel the desire to flee, you just feel an intense longing and anticipation. You crave more from him.

As if sensing this, his fingers find the hem of your shirt. He slowly starts to pull it up, agonizingly slow. But you’re grateful for it, it gives you time to prepare before you’re bared completely to him. You lift your arms for him, a sign that you’re still okay with this.

He pulls it up over your head and lets the fabric drop to the floor. But he doesn’t look down, he continues looking in your eyes, softly pecking your lips as his hands cup your breasts once more.

When you sigh and lean into his touch, he finally lets himself break the eye contact. He sucks in a sharp breath when he sees how pretty your tits sit in his hands. He touches them softly, sweetly brushing over your nipples in admiration.

“Perfect tits, lovie,” he coos, chuckling when you whine in embarrassment.

His head descends, pink lips parting to take one of your nipples in his mouth. It’s hot but his tongue is soft when it circles and flicks at the bud. He sucks, popping off lewdly before switching to the other one.

The sensation makes you squeeze your thighs together, imaging what that would feel like around your clit. Your hole clenches around nothing, drooling messily into your panties. The fabric was so wet by now that it couldn’t soak it up anymore, leaving it to slick up your thighs instead.

Your core ached, a feeling only Simon would be able to soothe.

“Please, Si,” you finally break, whimpering pathetically.

He detaches from your breast, lips wet and swollen from the worship he had been giving your now sore nipples. His pupils were blown wide, black swallowing brown and you were sure that yours looked the same.

He stands to his full height, nudging you backwards until your knees hit the bed. They buckled at that, leaving you to fall back against the bed. Simon’s bedding was soft, the scent of detergent and his own body wash filling your senses. You relax at the familiar, comforting scent, sinking into the blankets with a bashful smile on your face.

To Simon, you’re an ethereal beauty. You take the air right out of his lungs with the way you look at him.

He remembers the way you would look at him when you were children, all smiles and bright eyes. He never thought he was deserving of such happiness. But now, with you shyly covering your bare breasts, in his bed, he feels like he’s the only man deserving of you.

He scooches you up the bed, crawling on after you until he’s on top of you. Though you’re still wearing your pants, you feel so vulnerable beneath his weight. He’s heavy and warm and he smells so good. You can’t focus on anything except for him – he’s all around you and it’s exhilarating.

Feeling bold, you reach up and tug at his shirt. He pulls it off with ease, revealing his toned, scarred upper body. You can’t help but trace over some of the ones you’re familiar with – there’s one from a time he fell out of a tree trying to rescue a cat that you had been crying about. He fell out of the tree on the way down, a jagged branch stabbing into his upper arm and slicing it open. There was another one from when you were teenagers, some other kids jumped him and he took a stab to his shoulder trying to protect you. You kiss that one and he softens, as if he’s remembering it too.

He’s always been there for you, an overwhelming presence that you simply couldn’t live without. The fact you’re here, in this bed, about to give him your virginity is something that you never would have expected.

And to think, you were planning to sell it off to some random loser.

“I’m glad you stopped me,” you find yourself whispering.

He looks confused for a second before he hums, nodding in understanding, “I am too.”

“I-I want it to be you, Si,” you whisper, the confession leaving you embarrassed. It’s true, all this time, you realize, he’s all you’ve ever really wanted. You had just buried it deep down so you no longer felt those sparks towards him.

“I’ll take care of you,” he whispers back, as if the two of you are sharing some secret little moment that no one else can hear about even though it’s just the two of you in this room.

“You always do,” you respond, the words making his dark eyes light up.

He kisses you deeply, moving his lips slowly against yours. When your hands come up to grip the back of his neck, he takes that as his cue to move down to your neck, then your collarbones, down the center of your chest between your breasts, the spot between your breasts, and finally your navel.

You lay back, head in his pillows with your hands on either side of your head. You watch him, breathing labored as you wait for his next move. He pauses in his path, looking up through his lashes at you before his fingers find the hem of your sweats. You swallow thickly, holding your breath when he slowly begins to pull the fabric down. You lift your hips to help him, pulling your legs free while being careful not to kick him by accident.

He keeps his gaze on you until you’re settled back down into the bed and the pants are forgotten on the floor to be collected later. Then, he looks down.

Even though you still have your panties on, you know that the white cotton is soaked through and hides absolutely nothing from his view.

You watch as he licks his lips, as if his mouth is suddenly bone dry. His hands are burning hot when he touches you again, sliding over your thighs to your hips. He leans down, pressing his lips against each of your thighs.

His thumb reaches down, stretches over your pubic bone to touch the sticky fabric. You nearly jump at the sensation – someone’s fingers other than your own touching you there for the first time. Simon’s fingers.

As if he can’t help himself anymore, he tugs the waistband of your panties and yanks them down your thighs. You squeal when you’re jostled under the force.

He holds the material up and you’re mortified to see just how wet they are. He runs his thumbs over the crotch and you whine, drawing his attention from them. He drops them to the floor and returns his hands back to you, gripping underneath your knees, so he can spread you all the way open.

Your hands fly to your face, covering your eyes in embarrassment at how exposed you are. He doesn’t seem to mind, pressing a kiss over the top of your hands before moving back down your body.

You peek through your fingers only to find him already staring at you with a sparkle in his eyes. He carefully spreads your slippery folds apart with his thumbs, the movement causing a wet, sticky sound to emanate from between your legs. The little bud of your clit is hard and twitching as it’s exposed to the cool air of the bedroom. When he’s sure you’re looking he leans down, pink tongue hanging out of his mouth. You stop breathing as you watch a fat glob of spit roll down the surface of the smooth muscle and splatter right on your clit.

“Si-!” your squeal of his name is cut off when your eyes roll back in his head as that sinful tongue slides right over your bud.

Your whole body twitches at that, hands falling away from your face so you can reach down and grab his hair. It doesn’t even seem like he notices your grip, focused on slurping up that sensitive nub into his hot mouth.

You choke out a moan, tilting your head back into the pillows as your back arches. It feels just as good as you thought it would when he was giving the same, lewd treatment to your nipples.

He continues to suck and lick your clit until your mind is completely blank and all you can think is him. Then, all at once it stops and he pulls back, letting your bud slip from the heavenly clutch of his lips.

“You ever have somethin’ inside you, lovie?” he asks, bringing up one of his fingers to swipe through the folds of your entrance, as if to show you what he intends.

You swallow to moisten your throat before nodding, “J-Just my fingers.”

“How many?” he asks, growing more confident in prodding at the tight little hole.

“T-Two,” you breathe, any embarrassment you felt long dissipated in the face of true pleasure.

“Alright, lovie,” he hums, “Just lay back, I’ll take good care of you, yeah?”

You nod and do as he says, turning utterly boneless against the blankets. The sweat already slicking your skin despite the fact you’ve only just begun makes the fabric stick to you.

He prods at your entrance for only a second longer before finally, he pushes his thick middle digit inside you. Your cunt is so wet and pliant that it hungrily swallows it up to the very last knuckle. You clench around it intentionally, getting used to the feeling of the foreign finger inside of you for the first time.

It feels so different compared to your own, thicker and rougher. The sensation is so strange but you can’t say you don’t like it – in fact, it feels amazing. You already want another, feeling like one just isn’t enough to give you that unknown feeling you’re chasing. It’s like you have an itch that needs to be scratched and only Simon can do it for you.

As if sensing this, ever the reliable one, he carefully introduces a second finger. The stretch is unfamiliar, a burn around your entrance following as he reaches the last knuckle on that one too. His middle and ring finger stuffed snuggly inside your gooey little cunt as you whine and squirm from the feeling.

Once you’ve adjusted, he slowly begins working them in and out of you. You slick up his fingers easily, streaks of creamy white coating his skin and making his mouth water. When he crooks his fingers up suddenly, prodding at that tender little spot inside of you, your entire body twitches and the most beautiful moan rips from your chest.

He can’t resist leaning down and trapping your pulsing little clit under the flat of his tongue. He doesn’t slurp it into his mouth like before, instead, he just licks over it, pressing it down with the muscle. Your eyes are rolled up and your mouth hangs open as you moan and moan, tugging mindlessly at his hair as he works you towards your orgasm.

It grows and grows, the unrelenting pleasure of his fingers fucking deeply into you and his tongue lapping sloppily at your clit like a mutt driving that knot in your belly to tighten. Drool spills out around his tongue, slipping down to meet his fingers where he easily fucks it into you – the added lubrication not needed but so very welcome with how much wetter and messier it makes you.

“S-Simon…” you pant, gasping to catch your breath as the pleasure makes it hard for you to even think.

He glances up at you through his lashes but doesn’t offer any other acknowledgement. There’s a knowing look in his eyes that tells you he knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s going to wring this orgasm out of your little cunt whether you like it or not.

And fuck, do you love it.

The orgasms you brought yourself in the deep of the night, little hands stuffed down your panties as you played with your clit and stuffed yourself with your own fingers was nothing like what you were experiencing now. Simon’s thick fingers and hot tongue were torturing your little clit until your entire body started to lock up.

You looked at him desperately, unsure what was even going through your mind besides him and how fucking good you felt right now.

Just as you teetered on the edge of this orgasm, he suddenly changed up and swallowed your twitchy little clit into his mouth. He sucked, sending you flying over the edge with a shrill wail of his name. Your legs kicked and twitched, heels hitting him on the back as you trembled and shook through the orgasm that he eagerly fucked out of you onto his fingers.

He suckled your clit, swirling his tongue around it until it was too sensitive and you were tearily pushing him away. When he finally released you, slipping his fingers from your cunt, you were boneless and twitching on the bed. You didn’t even try to close your legs when he pulled away, giving him the perfect view to watch your cute little pussy clench and messily drool cum in the aftermath of your orgasm.

He popped his fingers in his mouth, eyes rolling and lashes fluttering at the taste of your cum tingling on his taste buds. As you came down, eyes closed and breathing heavy, he began pulling at his belt.

You could hear the metal clinking as he dropped it to the floor, peeking your heavy lids open to see him pull the button of his jeans open. As he slowly pulled them down, his underwear went with and suddenly you were more aware than ever.

His cock was something to behold. Thick and veiny, bobbing in the air where it hung – too heavy to actually stand upright. You’d seen dicks in porn before but none of them prepared you for Simon’s. Precum dribbled from the tip, creating a long, gooey string down towards the floor before it broke.

He wrapped a big hand around himself, giving a few good strokes as he reached down to cup his own heavy balls. The hair wasn’t wild or offensive, but neatly trimmed short.

“All good, lovie?” he asked, stepping out of the pool of his jeans and boxers so he could kneel on the bed again.

“All god-good!” you blushed as he laughed, leaning down over you to balance his weight on his elbows.

“You still want this?” he asks, hushed and sweet,

You glance between your bodies to see that intimidating cock, drooling messily over your skin. You realize, quickly, that you’ve never wanted anything more in your life.

When you voice such, he looks relieved, like a weight was lifted off of his shoulders. He sits back on his heels and spreads your legs, pushing your knees up to your chest.

“Hold them there,” he orders, which you follow immediately.

Your elbows circle around your knees, holding yourself open for him as he asked. He whistles low in appreciation when your cum-slicked cunt was spread and exposed for him to prod his cockhead against.

He swipes the tip up and down through your folds, humming appreciatively when your little hole tries to suck him in every time he grazes past it. He nudges your clit, the little bud still hard and sensitive from your orgasm but so eager for more. He couldn’t wait to grant your wish and make you cream on his cock.

You watch him with wide eyes as he starts to push into you. Your jaw drops as you feel that burning stretch, an ache settling between your legs as he continues to sink himself into you.

“F-Fuck, wait, Simon!” you squeal and he halts immediately.

He’s only reached just past the head of his cock but he reaches down to pet your clit. The pleasure shoots through you, making your toes curl and your walls relax around him. He keeps his eyes on your face for any sign that you want him to stop as he moves his hips again.

More and more of his cock sinks inside and his thumb keeps working little circles over your clit until his hips are flush with yours. Your voice breaks as you moan when you realize you’ve taken every single inch of him.

He’s heavy and throbbing inside of you and you clench around him intentionally, forcing a moan from his chest.

He leans down, arranging your knees over his shoulders, folding you up and pressing down on you. He’s heavy and it makes it hard to breathe but that makes it even better – the pleasure of being speared on that fat cock and being utterly helpless underneath this man is better than any fantasy you could have made for yourself.

“Fuck,” he snarls, rolling his hips back before rocking them forward again, heavy balls slapping against you as he does, “Can’t believe you were gonna give this little cunt away to some prick.”

“S-Si,” you whimper, biting your lip at the feeling of him slowly and carefully rocking his hips against yours, “‘M sorry, sh-shoulda been you all this time.”

“That’s fuckin’ right,” he hums, “No one else gets to love you but me, sweetheart.”

“O-Only you!” you agree, nails digging into his shoulders when he hits that spot just right.

He can feel you soaking his cock, drippy cum lathering him up to make every glide of his cock wetter than the last. He sits back up on his knees, adjusting his grip so he can pin your legs wide open, giving him the best view of your greedy cunt swallowing his length up.

He begins to fuck you in earnest, pulling out halfway before sliding home again - nothing like the little movements he gave you to prepare you. He was going to show you exactly why you should only think of giving him this precious pussy for the rest of your life. No one will ever be able to fuck you as good as he can, he’s going to learn your body like the back of your hand and you’re never going to be able to cum as hard as you can with him. You’ll never even want to use your own fingers again when he’s done with you.

You can’t do anything but lay there and take it, take the pleasure and take his cock. He hits so deep, prodding at your cervix in a way that aches but it only feels that much better when it’s mixed with mind-numbing pleasure.

Simon looms above you, panting and groaning as he fucks you like he was made to. He angles his hips just right, blunt nails biting into your thighs where he pins you open, neither of you caring if he happens to break skin while he does. You don’t even register the bite of pain underneath the way his cock prods you g-spot so perfectly.

Your own fingers would have been tired by now, no longer able to work that little spot like you need. Simon’s cock, however, is unrelenting. The pleasure builds and mounts uninterrupted, every stroke of his length sending you higher. His body moves fluidly, rolling his hips tirelessly so he can give you every ounce of pleasure your sweet little cunt needs.

You’re creaming around him, a frothy, milky ring forming around the base every time he sinks in and becoming visible when he pulls back. It’s filthy and messy and makes your cheeks burn but Simon seems to not mind in the slightest.

“So fuckin’ messy, love,” he coos, breathy and slurred, “Look at that, pretty cunt needed some cock, huh?”

“Y-Yours!” you manage to choke out.

“What’s that?” he asks, a crooked, teasing grin on his face.

“Y-Your cock! Only needed your cock, Simon,” you pant, reaching up to grope your own tits, pinching and rolling your nipples meanly. It hurts so good, making you clench around his cock. He moans at the sight, his pretty little virgin tormenting your own nipples.

“That’s right,” he hums, reaching a shaky hand down to thumb at your clit, “Keep pinchin’ those pretty tits, sweetheart. Don’t stop.”

You nod your head, unable to form a vocal response from the new sensation of your clit being played with while he fucks you. It feels so damn good that you could go drunk from it all. Everything in your brain is slow, thoughts of only him and how good you feel are all that’s there. Your entire world, right at this moment, revolves around Simon Riley.

He knows it too, a cocky grin on his face as he works you to your orgasm. You dangle, almost helplessly, staring unblinkingly at his handsome face as he works it out of you.

After what feels like minutes, but is probably only seconds, you cum. Hard.

Your head slams back against the pillows, back arching as you cunt clasps tight around him. You cry out in pure, unadulterated pleasure as he fucks you through it. His thumb keeps working your clit as it twitches and pulses under the digit, cumming nice and pretty for him just like he wanted. Just like you deserved.

You cream his cock messily, it drips down his balls and down your ass to the bedding below. So fucking sloppy and wet, a perfect little cunt made to take his cock.

His brows furrow, mouth falling open as his own orgasm mounts and builds. Now that your well-earned orgasm is out of the way, he can finally let go and allow himself to experience it as well.

“Where do you want it?” he grits out, teeth clenched from the ache of holding back.

His balls draw up, heavy and full. He feels ready to positively explode when you gasp, “I-Inside!”

His head falls back, the loudest, most drawn out moan you’d never expected to come from a stoic man like Simon falling from his lips. It’s deep and primal, full of nothing but euphoria as he spills into you. His load is hot and thick, drooling out of the sides of his cock as he slows his thrusts to milk the least bits of pleasure from the orgasm.

When he comes down, he collapses. Your legs lock around his waist and he draws you tightly into his arms, neither of you caring for the way his weight crushes you. All you care about is being wrapped up in his arms where you belong.

He pulls his neck from your chest and kisses your forehead. Then he kisses your nose. Then your lips.

“Pretty,” he breathes, still drunk on the endorphins of the sex so his lips are a little looser than they’d normally be, “Always thought you were pretty.”

“Really?” you prompt, cheeks heating at his confession.

He hums, “Glad you’re finally mine.”

You beam, “No one deserved me as much as you.”

He nods as if it’s the most obvious statement in the world, rolling off of you with a sigh. His cock unplugs your cunt and a gush of your mixed cum comes out, making you whine. He laughs softly, drawing you back into your arms.

You’ve never felt safer and warmer in your life, knowing in that moment that you should have come to Simon all along. There’s no one in the world who would be there for you, more willing and able than he.

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Stranger Things Have Happened (Stranger things Hendersonxreader! HC's)

Description: Y/N Henderson is loved by all and feared by few, here are a bunch of head cannons between you and the characters of stranger things season four.

Character(s): eleven, Mike, Dustin, Lucas, will, max, Nancy, Jonathan, Steve, Robin, Erica, Eddie, Billie (wdym he's dead??)

Warning(s): spoilers?? (Not really, this is pretty freeform), The byers and El are still in Hawkins, Gay, cursing, smutty?, Fluffy, drugs, alcohol, death, and that should b it (read at ur own risk)

A/n: I'm back! I haven't posted an x reader or hc since 2020 ! Those were strictly also for AOT (but if you're like me and a fan of both please feel free to check out my other works) I love stranger things and if u look at my old master list you'd see that I had originally planned to write for that series as well. If u guys like this let me know, if u guys wanna see more aot let me know, or literally anything else- lmk

Word Count: 3K

Song: running up that hill - Kate bush

*all gifs used are not mine and full credit goes to the owner :)

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For most of your life, until the summer before your junior year, you had been considered pretty much an outcast. Weekends and free time was spent with you playing dnd and practically constructing campaigns for your brother and his friends by yourself. By the time you were fifteen you were a level 10 dm.

While this was fucking sick for you and your brothers friends- the rest of Hawkins didn't agree. Not only that, but you had your younger brothers signature curly short hair, and black, thick, wide lense glasses and large metal trapping around your teeth (braces).

For many years, your only friends were the friends your brother had. Which didn't score you any points amongst your peers. However, when shit hit the fan in Hawkins you fought like a total badass, and became friends with some of the older Hawkins kids who went to your school. (Nancy, Johnathan, and Steve.)

When Max and her brother Billy arrived, you were just a sophomore. When you, Steve, Max, Lucas, and Dustin all got stuck in a bus you and Steve had to fight tooth and nail to get those kids to safety, Billy Hargrove repaid you by almost hitting your bike (with you on it) with his car.

Then, when you went to summer camp- and your younger brother Dustin went to his own, you returned looking like you belonged on some sort of calendar. Robin and Steve couldn't look you in the eye. Robin, you became fast friends with, she shared your love of making Steve's life miserable. You worked with Billy as a lifeguard, and he followed you around like a puppy. Which, considering how you feel about Billy could be regarded as a win or a loss.

Now, here you are. A senior in high school, and a cheerleader. (Nancy told you to try out after noticing how flexible you were when the two of you were fighting alongside one another at the mall). You know everyone and everyone knows you- so, let's get these head cannons started shall we?

A very drunk and a very high y/n

You weren't BIG on partying. You would've much rather been home, dancing around your room, hair brush in hand, singing some Madonna song- but here you are, after a big win for hawkins basketball team, in a very crowded and loud living room party.

You're wearing the cutest mini skirt and the cutest top, both outlining your delicious curves. Your hair is teezed to the nines into a semi-space bun. (Your love for Star Wars endures). However, your makeup is slightly smeered, and your eyes are glassy.

You've had about four red solo cups too many, and you've been spoon fed a blunt. It's a wonder you can walk. You giggle as you shuffle through the crowd of teenagers. "Y/n? Y/n Henderson?"

You paused, turning around to see Billy Hargrove give you a once over. If your face wasn't already warm with the alcohol, you would've blushed. "Billy!" You teetered over, and he helped you keep balance.

"having a good time?" He laughed, but gently moved a stray hair from your face. You leaned into his touch. Usually, you would've threatened him or tried to hit him, but at the moment you were choosing to live, laugh, love instead pain, war, and homicide.

"yesss." You drew. Billy smiled. "Where's Chrissy? She didn't leave you like this, did she?" You frowned. You couldn't really remember, actually. "I don't know, I think she went to the bathroom." You were yelling now, over the pulsing music. He nodded. "Lets get you some water."

He went to move, but you pulled him towards you instead, and suddenly you were meer inches away. Billy bit his bottom lip. "Stay." He shook his head. "I'll be right back." He let go, and moved to the kitchen. However when he did, the song changed. "I love kate bush." You smiled, and began to sway your hips, moving backwards from where you stood.

Then, suddenly you're plowed into from behind. Luckily for you, it's Eddie Munson.

Eddie had referred to you as his dream girl, because, you definitely were. Not only were you hot but you were also a god at dnd. Best of both worlds. He had gone to this party as a main distributor of goods, and hadn't expected you to be there. So when he bumped into you, and immediately caught you before you hit the ground, he was FLOURED.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and touched his nose to yours. "Hey motley Crue, what's the damage?" Your voice was lower, and velvety in Eddie's ears. "I'm-I was-I am- I, uh, Just dropping off some..." He frowned at your dazed expression. Then he smiled, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you from falling. "Are you drunk, Henderson?"

You laughed. "Maybe I am Eddison. What are you going to do about it?" You booped his nose. Eddie shook his head. "Yeah, alright." He immediately walked (closer to carry) you out, through the crowd and to his car. He drove you home, expecting only your little brother to be there.

Little did he know...

"Is that your sister, Dustin?" Erica stood at the window looking out the front yard, and Dustin frowned. "My sister is at a sleepover right now-" "Nope, that is definitely y/n." Max grimaced, standing next to Erica at the window.

Dustin frowned and came around to where they stood, Steve following pursuit. When they arrived to stand behind Max and Erica, Dustin smacked his forehead. Eddie Munson was carrying you through their front yard, and you weren't making it easy, flopping around the poor guy like he was a pole and you a stripper.

Eleven, Mike, Lucas, will, Nancy, Johnathan, and Robin all now stood at the window, watching Eddie all but drag you to the front door. "Oh shit." Dustin sighed. Steve rushed out the door, helping Eddie by taking your feet as Eddie took your shoulders.

"what happened?" Johnathan was worried, with all the weird shit happening recently he feared that maybe this wasn't innocent. His mind went to the upside down, to some terrible new creature that they would have to deal with, or MAYBE- Nancy reassured him. "Looks like one of the basketball parties." Eddie looked up at the brunette. "How'd you know?"

She winced slightly. "Personal experience." Eddie and Steve put you on the couch. "I'll get some water." Dustin pointed her to where the cups could be found. "I heard it was supposed to be pretty big." Lucas said, standing next to Max.

Nancy acted as a mother to you, bringing you water, and directing them to place you on your side. Jonathan mostly just tried to make sure you hadn't been taken over by some dnd villain and when he was sure you were just wasted- he let Nancy do her thing.

Eleven was worried that you were about to die, so she immediately grabbed your hand for reassurance. (Whether that was for you or her, idk). Eleven hadn't really seen anyone wasted before, let alone you, her idol. "What if she has alcohol poisoning!" You giggled. "El, your hands are so small!" Eleven frowned. Were her hands small?

Mike snorted and El shot him a glare. Mike nodded and gave you two some more space.

Dustin was pacing, ranting, and absolutely pissed. "Of all the times, y/n seriously!", "What if mom finds out?", "Jesus Christ y/n." And finally "she's okay, right?" El's comment on alcohol poisoning seemed to cool him for the moment.

Lucas kind of wished he was like you right now, drink and high off your balls...but he also realized that this was really, really embarrassing.

Will was worried about you, but he didn't really want to get involved, considering he had no clue what do when someone got alcohol poisoning.

Steve was fussing over you, like BIG time. "Y/n, seriously?" You kept trying to touch his hair. Finally he gave in, but only when you promised to lay on your side and drink some water. "Drink this." He practically poured the water down your throat. "Thanks, Daddy." you said after swallowing, causing Steve to turn bright red. He coughed, and Eddie gave him a look.

Robin was trying to get you to talk as much as possible. This was funny. You were such a cute drunk, too! "Y/n, how do you feel about the humpty dump?"

Eddie and Steve kept arguing about how best to take care of you, to which you interjected, "Don't worry boys, there's enough holes for-" "Y/N! Jesus Christ!" Dustin was slamming his head into the wall.

Y/n saves them

You worked with Billy as a lifeguard at the city pool. You were closing with him, and had made it to your bike when you realized you left your house keys in your locker. So, you begrudgingly went back into the pool. You heard screaming, and at first you thought, funny haha, but then...you rushed in, to see Billy being literally fucking attacked by some venom looking shit. You grabbed the half naked boy and chucked your bag at the creature, giving both of you enough time to escape. The two of you were literally hooked onto each other, and you didn't realize just how close the two of you were clutching each other until he was pushing you into his truck and getting the hell out of there.

Eddie had just witnessed Chrissy's brain explode in her fucking skull. In his trailer. On the roof. Your home phone rang and you had begrudgingly answered, worried that it would disturb your mom. "Hello?" A shaky voice on the other end preened at the sound of your own. "Y/n? Y/n oh thank God. You would not believe what just fucking happened I was here and Chrissy was here and then all of a sudden the lights and her eyes and then bones started cracking and oh my god-" You blinked, trying to rapidly comprehend what was happening over the line. Eddie had never sounded like this. He didn't even sound like Eddie. He sounded like some kid who lost their parent at a grocery store. "Eddie, slow down, what are you-" A sharp intake of breath- "Chrissy's dead, y/n." You paused. Chrissy had been a friend of yours, someone you actually really liked (one of the few people on your squad.). Like the others? You wondered, biting your lip. "I'm on my way."

"Russians? Dustin have you lost your goddamned mind?" You stared at your younger brother and his new found little friend (who was also Luca's little sister,) Erica. "Y/n I know it sounds crazy, but I promise you, Robin and Steve were taken by-" You raised a hand and cut him off. Turning to Erica, you raised a brow. "They did sound Russian." You sighed. "So there's just a bunch of Russians conducting secret experiments in secret elevator shafts at Starcourt Mall?" Dustin nodded. "Yes." You nodded. "And these Russians have kidnapped Robin and Steve?" Erica nodded. "Yeah." You nodded again. "This is like the tenth time I saved Steve's ass." You let out a huff. "let me get my bat."

"Robin? Can you hear me?" Robin gave you a big doe-eyed look, smiling slowly. "So fucking pretty." She mumbled, looking up at you from where you had her on the floor, trying desperately to get her to wake up or move or something. The guards couldn't be distracted forever. You flushed, but forrowed your brows, trying to (unsuccessfully) ignore that. "Robin can you stand?" She touched your face, gently grazing your cheek with her hand. You swallowed. "Is that a yes or...?" "Y/n?!" Your brother yelled from behind you, causing you to Jump. "Jesus! What?" He crept closer to you. "They've been drugged." You rolled your eyes. "really? You think." Robin giggled. "Funny and beautiful." Dustin gave her a confused look. "Is she talking about me?" Oh jeez.

As you said before, you had saved Steve at least ten times before. The two of you had known each other since that time at the Byers, when you were with Nancy and Jonathan and the lights kept flickering and a fucking demon from the pits of Hell came up from no where. Steve had decided to crash the party, which would pay off in the end, but not until you ended up almost getting your windpipe crushed into bits.

Both you and Jonathan held bats in your hands- although you had to admit that Jonathan's was much cooler (barbed spikes wrapped around it's too) and Nancy in between the two of you, with a loaded gun cocked in her hands. She kind of scared you, but also like "girlboss". Steve walked behind you, much to your dismay. The dude was definitely going to get you all killed because he kept freaking out.

Jonathan led the way into his living room, your heart beating in your ears. "Nice place." You swallowed. Then Steve started to lose it. Again. "This is crazy! This is crazy!" You gripped your bat. "I'm gonna hit him." Nancy gave you a look.

He grabbed the phone from their wall and began dialing, Nancy grabbing it from his hand and flinging it. You peered around the room, the feeling of unease you had only growing. They argued as you swept your surroundings, you vaguely hearing Nancy tell Steve that he had to leave. Then he was gone. Then the lights began to flicker.

The three of you stayed in the middle of the room. "Where is it?" Nancy whipped around and Jonathan raised his bat. "Come on you son of a bitch." You swallowed. "I don't think we should taunt it." Then the lights turned off, and it tackled Jonathan to the floor. As Nancy shot at it, you slammed your bat into it's flower like face.

That only pissed it off. It went after Nancy, who quickly shot at it until no bullets were left. Then as got close, you went at it from behind, hitting it over and over again. It's attention turned to you, before Steve jumped into the mix, grabbing Jonathan's forgotten bat and hitting it from it's other side.

The Demogorgon grabbed you by your throat, hoisting you up. Steve hit it at a particular angle, and it dropped you. You pulled the trap around it's ankle, and grabbed Steve as you choked. The four of you now stood at the end of the room, Nancy telling Jonathan to essentially light that mother fucker up like a fucking Roman candle on the fourth of July. Or something like that.

From that point on you and Steve were kind of like a package deal. One saving the other and so forth. Of course this was also the first time you fought or helped save Nancy and Jonathan (not like it'll be the last). "I'm, y/n by the way." You stretched out a sweaty palm. Steve, the king, took it in his. "Steve."

You, yourself had never really helped save Will or Mike. BUT you had helped them to escape, and to destroy your towns brand new and very shiny mall. Which as much as you wished you could say was an accomplishment because you helped destroy a bad guy- it made you sad. You actually liked that mall.

When you, Dustin, Steve, Lucas, and Max all got stuck in a junk yard surrounded by demodogs, it was literally up to you and Steve to get those kids out of there. They surrounded you two, Lucas doing his best to inform you both of their next moves. Once again, you and Steve would work side by side. "There's too many of them!" You called, after getting in a few good hits of some demodog. "We got to get these kids out of here!" Steve only yelled back.

By the end, when the five of you reached safety, Dustin jokingly asked if he should start calling the two of you mom and dad. "Please, god help us all if the hair ball over here decides he wants children." Steve glared at you. "Hey! I'll have you know that I'll be doing the hair industry a favor if and when I decide to have children."

You didn't think that you did much to help El. Like, the kid didn't need help, much less saving, from you especially. You were just a dnd player with a bat and sarcasm. But to El, you were a life saver. Not in the ways were you saved her from a mind flayer or Vecna. But in the ways that you took her hand and soothed her, braided her hair, painted her nails. If it weren't for you she would've been stuck around a bunch of smelly boys who were a lil too obsessed with dnd (you were just a lil better off). Can you imagine?

Y/n gives some relationship advice

(Steve, Billy, Eddie, and Robin did not receive any relationship advice because, as you would often so kindly point out to them, they are single.)

Dustin hasn't originally came to you for advice about Max, but you were there when he asked Steve. You were shocked, because what the fuck did Steve know about women? "Wait why are you asking him? What does he know about women?" Steve gave you a look. "I know plenty about women." You rolled your eyes. "aren't you single?" Dustin interjected. "Y/n, no offense but you've never dated anyone before. Also your my sister and I'd rather eat my foot off then talk to you about what women like so." You gasped. "I'm waiting to get into a relationship until I have my braces off, thank you very much! Also even if I've never had a boyfriend I still know what I'd want." Steve snorted. You gave him a sharp look. "Shut it, hair gel. Dustin, women like it when men are upfront and honest and confident and-" "blah, blah, blah. He's what you want to do." Steve cut you off. You shoved him, and he grabbed you, the two of you falling to the ground. When you landed, the two of you were meer inches from one another's face. Steve's breath quickened slightly and he gave you a soft look. You shoved him back down before hoping up. You wrapped an arm around Dustin. "Just be yourself. Who doesn't love Dustin Henderson?"

"Mike, Mike, Mike." You tutted, watching as El and Max walked away, having just seen the girl break up him. He rolled his eyes. "Not right now, Y/n can't you see I just got-" "your ass dumped?" You lifted a brow. Mike looked like he was about to cry, so you rolled your eyes and patted his back. "You may have brought this on yourself, but I think I know how you can fix this." Mike looked up at you hopefully. "Really?" You nodded. "it's called communication. Talk to her. It does wonders." Mike slumped and you patted his back, smiling at Lucas and Will as you left. Then you paused. "Wait, where's Dustin?"

Lucas was having Max problems. So, he went to the only person who knew who could help. "Lucas? What's up? Dnd isn't for another-" Dustin check his watch "22 hours?" Lucas nodded. He stood outside your house, and Dustin stood at the front door, standing between him and a happy relationship. "I know, Dustin. I'm here to see y/n." Dustin snorted. "Y/n? She'll be at dnd too?" Lucas rolled his eyes. "No, it's not about dnd, Dustin." Dustin frowned. "Is it about English? I can help you better than she can, shes terrible at writing essays." Lucas shook his head. "No, Dustin, I need-" You arrived behind your brother. "Hey Sinclair. Nice do." He took a breath of relief. "thanks. Can I talk to you." You shared a look with Dustin, before shaking your head. Dustin only rolled his eyes. Lucas found himself in your kitchen, allowing you to grab him a glass of water. "What can I help you with, ole buddy ole pal?" Lucas swallowed. "It's max. I think she's mad at me for joining the team." You frowned. "You think?" He sighed. "Okay, I know. She thinks that I'm going to ditch everyone but I only did it to-" he stopped. Lucas couldn't bring himself to admit it. You sat the glass of water down in front of him. Your shook your head knowingly. "The same thing happened to me. Not with Dustin, really, but...I understand. The best thing you can do, is to let Max know that you're still Lucas. You've told her why your playing, right?" Lucas shrugged. "Well, start there. It's best to be honest. You're a good boyfriend, and I know you love her. Everything will be okay, I promise." You smiled at him, and Lucas returned it. "Will you talk to her? She listens to you." You sighed. "I'll think about it." Lucas made a move to beg. "Fine! Fine, I'll talk to her but no promises." Lucas fist bumped the air. "Alright! Thanks y/n!" You rolled your eyes. "only 17 and yet I feel like I have six kids."

"Will, is everything okay?" Will jumped, before your voice fully registered in his head. "Oh, yeah, I was just..." He was alone, sitting outside your porch. It was a dnd night, so his appearance wasn't odd, but what was odd was the fact that he was outside when the party was inside. "Are you sure?" Will shrugged. You sat down beside him. "You know, being different shouldn't make you feel like you should exclude yourself. Everyone is different. There's nothing wrong with that." Will was silent. You nodded. "You, know, I'm different too." He slowly looked up. "yeah, me, y/n Henderson. And I'm okay with it. You should be too." Will meet your gaze. "do you think other people will-" you snorted. "I don't care about other people. Neither should you. The only person who matters to you, is you." He nodded. "You make it sound easy."

"But why does he lie?" El tucked her hands behind her legs. She sat on your bed watching as you made her a friendship bracelet. "He's scared. People lie when they're scared." El watched you work. "What is he scared of?" You added a green bead to the bracelet. "the truth. If he hasn't talked to you straightout, then there's something he doesn't want you to know." El was silent for a moment. "What do I do?" You paused. "well, if you've tried to talk to him about it and that didn't work, then if I were you, I'd probably..." Breaking up with Mike seemed rather harsh. But it would probably be the most effective. "Break up." El was silent again. "Here you go!" You took the now finished bracelet and slipped it on her wrist, smiling. "What do you think?" El, for the first time in a bit smiled a big tooth grin. "I love it!"

"let me ask you this, maximus, are you happy?" You took a drink of your milkshake. Max copied you, then nodded. "yeah. Until he does something stupid." You laughed. "okay, well, I think that the best thing for you to do, is just wait and see." You folded your hands underneath your chin. "wait and see?" Max have you an incredulous look. "Yes. I mean life is about the unknown and how you respond to the unknown. So just hang in there. If it doesn't work out and he changes or you change then-" you waved your hands. "You've seen. that's all you can do." Max nodded. "Well, well, if it isn't my sis and my y/n." Billy came waltzing up to your table. You rolled your eyes. "Don't you have a bed of a middle aged woman calling you somewhere?" You glared at your work partner, who's smile only seemed to grow from your comment. "No, I figure I could make time for a teenaged woman's bed for tonight." Max's face scrunched up in disgust. "Ew."

Nancy was teasing your hair, getting you all dolled up for winter formal. She was humming, and you were smiling because that girl had hands like a god. "This looks so good!" She smiled, "thank you." You clapped your hands. "So is Jonathan picking you up?" Nancy nodded. "How's that going?" She shrugged. Your smile faultered. "Oh no " she waved you off. "no, no, it's nothing like that it's just. You know. Hard. Sometimes." You cocked your head. Nancy sighed. "Sometimes it just feels like he doesn't listen." You nodded. "youve tried talking to him about this?" She rolled her eyes. "It's kind of heard when he doesn't listen." That was fair. "maybe you should force him to. Make him jealous or something." Nancy paused. "what do you mean?" You smiled, "well..."

Jonathan was watching bitterly from the sidelines as Nancy was dancing with some underclassmen. He shook his head. The nerve of these kids. He and Nancy were literally matching, how could they not tell that the two of them were an item? "Jonathan, what are you doing just standing over here in a corner?" He turned to see you. "hey, y/n." He looked down. "Shouldn't you be over there with. Nancy?" He only shrugged. "She's looks like she's having a good time." You tutted. "I don't see that, I don't see that at all. She looks like she wants to die." Jonathan looked up at Nancy. "I think you should go over there, and get that dude away from her. I mean she is your girl. I can't believe you haven't done it already." He frowned. "But she said yes when he asked her to dance?" You rolled her eyes. "You weren't listening, Jonathan. Nancy's nice so of course she said yes. That was your que to interject. 'no, she was actually going to dance with me.'" he looked at you. "you mean?" You nodded. "Go get your girl you big dork."

Y/n accidentally gives them a free show (they see her naked)

(the kids + Jonathan are excluded for obvious reasons)

Nancy saw you naked once and that one time being the time you were so drunk you couldn't stand. She helped you out of your clothes, and into pajamas. "Thanks Nan." You mumbled, however not letting her get anything done. She grunted as she tried to put pants on your cement like body. "no." One leg. "Problem." The other. Nancy fell into the bed, already exhausted.

Billy and you had worked together for a bit at the pool and in that time, he could never really tell how you felt about him. His charm hadn't really worked on you- he blamed Harrington for that though. He thought the two of you had a little thing going, but after bringing it up to his little goblin- I mean, his little sister, Max, he found that that was simply not true. There was no way you couldn't find him attractive though, so Billy was just plain befuddled. He whistled to himself, checking to make sure that all the showers were empty and ready to be cleaned. The pool had been closed for exactly an hour now, giving the good people at the city pool plenty of time to get there shit gone. It was his job to check everything out and then report back to you, so that you could begin the cleaning processes. The dude showers were empty, along with the lockers. So he began to head up front, when he heard your voice call from the women's showers. "BILLY! BILLY!" this was pre-demodog/spider/mind flayer, so Billy's first thought was that perhaps a man had gotten into the women's showers, so immediately he ran in there, no thoughts just charge. He ran right into you, wrapped up in a towel. This unfortunately caused your towel to drop, and Billy to get a mouth, I mean, eye full. He gasped. "Y/n, if you wanted-" you punched his shoulder, working to get your towel back on. "Billy what the fuck are you doing?" He smiled. "I heard you calling. Sounded like an alarm. I thought something was wrong." Billy gave you a sly look. You put your hands on your hips. "I was trying to tell you that the Shower in stall 2 is clogged. If there was an intruder I would've said, 'intruder!'." He smiled at you. "Next time we should probably coordinate our warning yells." You sighed. The two of you stood there for a while, your cheeks reds and Billy's body hot. Finally, you shoved him. "Shouldn't you be doing something. Get out of here so I can change." Billy gave you one more once over. "Yes ma'am." He turned, and you took a breath, trying to get some self control back. Who runs into the girls bathroom?

It was still warm from the summer, and you sat in Eddie's van, tracing one of his tattoos. "You know, I kind of want one." He raised a brow and smirked, his eyes teasing. "Little miss cheer captain wants a tattoo? Isn't that like sacrilege for you guys or something?" You shrugged. "Not if I get it where they can't see it." Eddie stopped smiling, red dusting his cheeks. "Like uh, your thigh or something?" You stopped and stared at him. "yeah because they totally can't see my thighs in a cheer uniform." You rolled your eyes and stood, Eddie quickly following pursuit. "I think I wanna get something like a D20 surrounded by flames. Or maybe a dice with the number 12 on it, because that's the level I'm on right now. What do you think?" Eddie handed you a joint, allowing you to bring it to your lips. He lit for you, catching your gaze. You took a drag, and blew, hitting him in the face. He smiled. "Hot." You nodded, handing him the joint. "Come with me?" Eddie doesn't think before he responds. He takes you to the place he got his, watching (with permission) as they give you the coolest d12 tattoo ever- right in between your boobs.

You giggled, dragging Robin past the gates of Hawkins city pool. It was 10pm, and you two were most certainly not supposed to be here. However what was the harm in a little late night fun? "Y/n, we're going to get in trouble." Robin said, although her smile made the serverity of her words diminish. "Not if we don't get caught." You laughed, tugging her along. When you made it to the water, you stripped off your shirt, shorts, socks, and shoes. "Come on, come on." You ushered Robin to hurry, only receiving a groan in response. Robin mimicked your actions, and within minutes the two of you were in the pool. "Oh my God, let me show you my dive!" You climbed out, fast walking (don't run) to the diving board. When you got in position you turned to where Robin was, watching you expectantly. "I learned this bad boy in Summer camp." You did your dive and it was fucking awesome. Robin clapped for you, but when you returned to the surface a clothing piece of your had gone missing. Robins face was bright red, and she hurried to grab it for you. You laughed good naturedly. "I know I'd get all tens of judges saw this." Robin shushed you, working like a lightning bolt to put your bra back on. "y/n, I love you, but please never do that in public." You bit your tongue. "Why? Are you the jealous type?"

Steve was actually looking for Dustin. He'd never been in the Henderson household before- at least not upstairs anyway, so him accidentally opening your door to your room instead of your brothers was purely an accident! Okay, so maybe he knew it was your room. He just wanted to see what y/n Henderson was really like. Steve had no clue that you'd be home (considering the fact that Dustin told him you weren't- because he didn't want Steve to try and hangout with you instead.) One second he's opening your door the next he's getting the full view of your curves and the way your silhouette has a halo of light that just glows around each edge of your body. He can't even try to cover up the fact that he's checking you out. Because Steve Harrington is literally getting dry mouth from the way your freshly washed hair sticks to your shoulders. Then, time speeds up because you turn, and when you do, he doesn't turn away fast enough. "Jesus, sorry!" your eyes widened in shock as Steve slams your door shut. "Sorry! I-" you slam it open, now wrapped up in a towel, eyes narrowed and furious. "Steven Harrington what the fuck is your-" You take in his form. A slow smile spreads to your lips.

Y/n in trouble!

You've been targeted by Vecna, and the group are all scared shitless, because if anything happens to you-

Eleven will literally die for you. You've done so much for her, you've protected her, you've stood up for her, and you were literally the first female influence she ever had in her life. When she found out that something had happened to you, and that Vecna was now after you- El lost her shit. Immediately she went to the group- she had been the first to find out.

Not only was she having to deal with shitty bullies and the reoccurring trauma of the number brigade, but now one of the most important people in her life may be killed. She's ready for fight tooth and nail for you.

Mike is worried. You're like a second sister to him, and even though you kind of terrify him- it terrifies him even more that something bad could happen to you. He was also worried because of the way the room completely changed. Everyone just stared at El as if she herself transformed into a Demogorgon.

Dustin hasn't felt fear like this before. Usually, it's always been you saving him, not the other way around. You have a plan for everything. Your his big sis, his best friend, and his partner in crime. The coldness that comes with your absence is being stabbed in the gut. "What do you mean...are you..." that was all the poor kid could get out. No plan, no words, no nothing. He was frozen.

When Lucas started playing basketball for Hawkins you were probably his only supporter. You rallied for him, and he realized that you had probably had a similar thing happen to you, when you became a cheerleader. So, you being in trouble made him mad, pissed actually. "Guys?" He cut through the silence. "We need to get help."

Will liked you a lot. You had been his friend for almost as long as Dustin had, and when Mike ditched dnd, no matter what you were doing you had always made time. While, you weren't Mike, your kindness still made him happy. Not to mention, you were the only person who told him happy birthday. You didn't deserve this. So, he nodded emphatically with Lucas. Then the room turned upside down (no pun intended), and everyone started losing their shit.

El was crying and fighting with Mike, who was so stressed he was turning mean, Dustin was yelling, Lucas was trying to get them to listen, and Will could only stand there, "um..guys..."

Max was ready to kick some ass. She adored you. Especially with how patient you were, how kick ass you were. She had told Lucas more times than she could count that she wanted to be just like you. Probably without all the Cheerleader stuff, though. "Guys, we have to save her!" Max had urged the group, who was practically splittering with your disappearance. They all paused, looking at Max as if they'd just now realized she was there. "Lucas is right, we need help. Come on."

Nancy wasn't sure she heard Dustin right. You? Y/n Henderson? In trouble? Taken by Vecna? She grit her teeth. "How?" The kids in front of her just gave a her a look, fear, sadness, despairation. That's when Nancy knew. She took a deep breath. "Let's get her back."

Jonathan grabbed his car, he and the boys stockpiling flashlights, ropes, music tapes, and all of the essentials. "Don't worry. We're going to get her back."

Steve practically crashed into the Wheeler house. "Where is she?" He was losing his mind. He loved- I mean, he cared about you a lot. "What happened?" He was pacing, hands on his head. "Steve." Nancy, tried to get his attention. "Steve " he kept pacing and mumbling incoherently, so Nancy grabbed him. "Steve!" He paused and she glanced at the kids, watching him. He understood then, nodding. "Alright, alright. Let's do this."

Robin kept wiping away stray tears when she was sure no one was looking. "Alright, so what's the plan?" Robin would be lying if she didn't have a thing for you- it seemed like everyone had a thing for you- but beyond that, you were like a best friend. She had been worried something like this would happen, the feeling of not being able to escape, of being trapped- maybe it had been right. They were never going to be free. "This place is going to Hell."

Erica was just there to mainly keep everyone in line. Of course, your disappearance was scary, but Erica was Erica, and if these bitches wanted to help you, then they would have to bitch up.

Dustin was the one who told Eddie. They needed his skill- a dnd master to help find another dnd master. Eddie at first thought that Dustin was fucking with him. "Yeah, alright sure Henderson-" Steve cut in. "He's not fucking around, Munson. We need your help." Eddie was INTO you, and the idea of some evil fallen wizard now having control of you, caused him to dig his rings into his skin. He remembered when he gave you one, and how surprised he was when your wore it to a game with your cheer outfit on. He swallowed.

Billy had accidentally found out about your disappearance. He had really tried to let go of what happened in the summer previous, but nope. Fucking Hawkins. "Where are you all out to in such a fucking hurry?" He snickered. Steve moved to get into his face, but Max caught him off. She new that Billy had a crush on you. "Y/n's gone."

Billy stopped. "what do you mean, y/n's gone?"

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A/n: hello again, I know this was probably confusing and probably rushed, but I had the idea and had to get it out of my head. Comments and criticism are welcomed! Remember requests are also opened! Happy reading!

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#stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #billy hargove imagine #billy hargrove x reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley imagine

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kaylans-imagines · 2 years

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tulip hoppers driving school

synopsis: in which y/n 'tulip' hopper teaches her kids to drive and gets roped into a competition with steve.

disclaimer: this can be read as a standalone, but the character 'tulip' is part of the mini series i may or may not be writing :) there will be other parts to this (they arent connected but yk)

warnings: cursing. a hissyfit from both dustin and steve. lowkey kinda repetitive :) not proofread

word count: 3026

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It was common knowledge that Steve and Y/N were the group’s drivers. If it wasn’t Steve, it was Y/N, and vice versa. Sometimes they would even split up. Y/N would take the girls while Steve dealt with the boys. That had been the way they functioned until the kids got their Learner’s Permits. Max had been the first one, then Lucas got his, followed by Mike, Will, and finally Dustin. When they had presented their id’s to her and Steve, she couldn’t help but reel in shock, wondering where the time had gone. It seemed as if it were only yesterday she was running around with them, fighting off a band of evil interdimensional dogs. Now her kids were sixteen and eager to get their licenses.

Max had been the one to approach her first, blue eyes blinking at her as she asked her if she would be willing to teach her to drive. Her heart swelled at her query, nodding excitedly at her question and pulling her into a tight hug. Hopper had tasked himself with teaching El while Mike and Will had obviously been given lessons by their families. The thought of Max asking her to teach her the basics of driving solidified the importance Y/N had on the younger girl's life. Her asking Y/N basically implied that Max saw her as a sister.

She had told Steve about it that same night, excitement and appreciation coursing through her. It left a bittersweet taste in her mouth. While she loved Max and saw her as nothing short of a sister, she couldn’t help but think about Billy. He was an ass, but she was sure, given the time, he would’ve been Max’s first choice. In his own Billy way, he cared about Max. The sound of Max’s cries was a sound she would never forget; it played on repeat in her mind as she slept sometimes. Haunting her.

“Maxine, Lucas,” she called their attention to her as they stood in the middle of an abandoned parking lot, “you two ready?”

“Wait!” Steve’s voice called behind them, causing them to turn their heads and look at Steve and Dustin, who was trailing after him. When they finally reached them, hands on their knees to catch their breath, Steve wheezed out, “We wanted to join.”

“Dustin, you don’t wanna learn?” Y/N asked, looking at the boy hanging behind her boyfriend.

“Steve already said he would show me,” Dustin shrugged. Y/N pouted her lips.

“Well, I mean, my car’s here and I’m already teaching Max and Lucas. I don’t mind teaching you too.”

“Wait, wait, wait. Hold on,” Steve interrupted, “are you poaching my kid?”

“Your kid?” she asked, arms crossing against her chest.

“Yeah,” he answered seriously. “My kid. You know what, Max. Lucas, I can teach you guys. Since, you know, I’m the better teacher.”

“Excuse me.” Y/N spit out, “you are not taking my Maxine or my Lucas. They’re better off with me as their instructor than with you, Harrington.”

“You think so, Hopper?” he asked, stepping closer to her.

“I know so.” She said unwaveringly, keeping her eyes locked on his. “I mean, you’re the one with tickets to your name.”

“You don’t have any tickets cause of your dad!” He exclaimed in his defense, Y/N just shrugged. “You know what, how about you put your money where your mouth is?” he proposed, stepping away, “let’s make a bet.”

“A bet?” Y/N asked incredulously. Of all the things Steve could come up with, a bet was the last thing she thought about.

“Yeah,” he confirmed, hands going to his hips, “the kids have their driving tests on the same day; if your kid or kids pass with less markings than mine, we’ll go to the concert of your choosing, but if mine passes with less markings than yours, we get to go to a concert of my choice.”

“You’re ridiculous,” she deadpanned. Steve nodded his head in agreement.

“So?” he asked, “unless you’re too scared.”

Y/N turned to look at Lucas and Max and then at Dustin, but received shrugs in return. After all, this bet had nothing to do with them. She scoffed, “as if. You’re on, Harrington.”

He extended his hand out to hers, meeting in the middle to shake. As smoothly as possible, he gripped her hand just as she was about to pull away and pulled her into a hasty kiss. The kids groaned, disgusted at their affections. They separated with a laugh before turning serious at the thought of their bet. A sense of determination passed through her. She needed to win. Not even because of what she would get out of it, but because she wanted to make Steve eat his words.

“Okay, but I’m keeping Max and Lucas,” she said quickly.

Steve’s face fell, “what? No. I wanted one of them. I can’t be stuck with just Dustin!”

“Dude!” Dustin cried in offense. The two disregarded him.

“My Maxine. My Lucas.” she spat out, stepping back to them and pulling them into her by the shoulders. “Your Dustin.”

“Ugh, fine.” He agreed petulantly. She shared a laugh with the two after Dustin reached up and smacked Steve in the back of the head, offended by his outright rejection.

“Okay, kids,” she smiled, finger holding the keys to her beloved car, “who’s ready to learn?”

A week into what the kids dubbed ‘Tulip Hopper’s driving school’, Dustin was calling for a meeting. They all met up in the same parking lot, both adults leaning against their cars as they listened to the younger kid.

“I want to switch,” he declared, glaring at Steve. Steve flinched back in shock, hands crossing over his chest, “I cannot stand being in the car with Steve. He doesn’t let me touch the steering wheel or the gears, he just rambles on about driving safety. And he’s always listening to shitty music. I can’t stand it. Tulip, please, I beg. Let me trade with one of them.”

Y/N bit back a laugh and licked her lip in amusement, “I can’t decide for them, Dustin. You can ask Lucas or Max to trade places with you, but I can’t force them.”

The curly haired boy turned to look at his friends in exasperation, his face falling at the sight of them rapidly shaking their heads.

“No. Not a chance. Tulip’s cool,” Lucas said, remaining beside her.

“Don’t even think about asking me, dork,” Max shut down, “my Tulip.”

“Tulip,” Dustin begged, disgruntled at their refusal, “please. Save me from your boyfriend.”

“Okay, dude,” Steve murmured, “ouch.”

“Sorry, buddy,” Tulip said unapologetically. Dustin’s exasperation had her confident in her ability to win their competition, “you’re stuck with Steve and his shit music taste.”

Motioning the kids back into the car, she stepped off the hood and walked toward her boyfriend. He was still leaning against the burgundy of his car, mugging at his younger friend who pouted at him. Upon noticing her in front of him, he let his eyes soften. “Hi, Amaryllis.”

“Hi, Steven,” she greeted, drawing into his charm, “I’d ask you how the teaching’s going, but…”

“Yeah,” he agreed with a laugh, “that little shit.”

She wrapped her arms around him, “you know, you can still back out. No point in facing extreme humiliation when Max and Lucas pass with flying colors.”

“Not a chance,” he retorted, “I have full faith in Dustin. Things are slow right now, but he’s gonna blow them away with his superior driving.”

“If you say so,” she said disbelievingly, opening her mouth to say something else before the horn of her car interrupted. She dropped her head with a shake, humor in her eyes. She pulled away from him, planting a kiss on his lips which he happily returned. Before he could get lost in the softness of her kiss or she could paint it in her memory, another honk startled them. This time from the red BMW they were leaning on.

“Let’s go!” Three voices demanded, each from their respective cars. Chuckling, they met in the middle, foreheads pressed together.

“I’ll see you at home?” He asked, looking at the flowers in her eyes. If he looked closely, he could see a beautiful field of sunflowers.

“Yeah,” she confirmed, looking into his eyes. A honey pot with specs of emerald was all she saw. “Italian for dinner?”

“Yes, ma’am. I’ll bring it home.” He confirmed, being the first to pull away, “I’ll see you then.”

“Bye,” she waved, walking to her car and slipping into the drivers seat.

“You know, for two people who are meant to be competing, you guys suck,” Lucas snarked from the back seat. Y/N rolled her eyes and pulled out of the parking space.

“He’s still my boyfriend, you know,”

“Well, until we take our driver’s test,” Max cut in, fiddling with her stereo, “he’s the enemy. There will be no loving on the enemy.”

“You guys are ridiculous,” she laughed, turning up the volume. The DMV had been gracious enough to grant them a month and a half to learn how to drive. Y/N prided herself on her kids. Max was a natural behind the wheel; confident in her skills–despite how minimal they may have been–and unwavering when the assholes who thought they owned the road became, well, assholes. It was a comical sight–watching a sixteen-year-old Max flick off a thirty-something-year-old man. And Lucas. You wouldn’t have known he was petrified of being behind the wheel his first time. He was suave in the driver’s seat, a level of coolness with an air of calm seemed to seep out of him.

She hadn’t heard anything about Dustin from Steve, though. Y/N didn’t know if she should have perceived that as a good thing or a bad thing. Secretly, she wanted all her kids to succeed. The feeling of getting your driver’s license was a freeing one. It opened the door to an independence one would have never known existed. She thought about the first time she drove. It was as stressful as one could imagine with Hopper as their driving instructor. Screams of fright and brusque directions were hurled into her ear, leaving her a tense mess in her father’s car. She had sworn that day to never get behind the wheel of another car again. Until it was her mom teaching her. Her approach was a lot nicer and gentler.

The 20 year old thought about the first time she drove without anyone with her. She drove for miles upon miles, getting lost in the landscape New York had to offer. The bright green trees of Upstate New York and the bright yellow of the taxi cabs in Lower Manhattan all kept her company in the driver’s seat of her moms sedan. She had felt a freedom she didn’t know she was missing that day, and she wanted nothing more than for Dustin, Lucas, and Max to all feel it too. Even if they were technically on opposing sides.

She found herself sitting beside her boyfriend in the hard chairs of the DMV, legs shaking in nerves. From her seat, she could see Max’s fiery red hair, Dustin’s curls, and Lucas’ neatly styled flat top. They had all dressed to the nines that morning, eager to get their own IDs. Max had even asked Y/N to help her with the littlest bit of makeup she had. Steve had driven them to the government building, motioning them off with a thumbs up and an excited ‘good luck’ as he passed the keys to the worker. The three of them were the first in their group to attempt to get their licenses, so everyone was riding on one of them to come out successful to drive them around and stop relying on their friends or parents.

“Relax,” Steve whispered in her ear, grabbing the hand she had resting on her knee and stopping tapping, “they’re gonna do great.”

“You think so?” she asked, nerves still wracking her. She turned to where they’d been waiting. Lucas and Dustin had remained. Max was taken to the road. One down, two more to go.

“Yes,” he assured, “Dustin has to pass. I will not miss the opportunity to take you to the U2 concert coming up.”

Y/N blinked, giving him a blank look and prying her hand out of his, “I swear to God, Harrington, if you win and we go see that godforsaken band, I’ll leave you.”

Steve laughed, taking her hand in his and squeezing it. “Then, Aster, you better hope you were a decent teacher. Otherwise, we’re going.”

“I can’t wait to wipe that smug look on your face,” she muttered, turning away from him and keeping her eyes locked on the entrance, waiting to catch sight of her ginger friend. She bit her lip in anticipation, cursing Max for her stoic expression, wishing she would give something to ease her worry. The two watched as the girl walked to the counter behind her instructor, turning her body purposefully to block their view.

Y/N muttered expletives under her breath, slumping against her seat and impatiently waiting for Max to join them. Only when the younger girl was sitting down did she smile at her pseudo older sister, proudly displaying her temporary paper license and the test paper the instructor had used. No red slashes covered her paper, in fact, the instructor had drawn a smiley face on the corner of the paper.

“You passed!” Y/N exclaimed happily, stretching her body over the arm of the chair and pulling her in, “I’m so proud of you.”

“I had a pretty damn good teacher,” Max complimented. She straightened her back, giving Lucas a look of encouragement after he’d been selected. The next thirty minutes that went between them dragged on. Suspense looming over them as they waited for his return. When he walked through the doors, it was obvious that he’d passed. He was practically skipping behind the employee, offering his fist to bump. Once he had signed the necessary paperwork, he grinned at them, displaying them to them.

“I’m two for two, Harrington,” Y/N gloated, nudging him with her shoulder and shoving the paper into his line of sight. He moved it away from him, shaking his head.

“Just wait, Hopper,” he replied, “Henderson’s gonna get a star, not some measly smiley face.”

“Sure,” sarcasm laced her voice as she responded. She hoped Dustin would pass, but she wasn’t going to admit that. But she also didn’t want to go to that godforsaken U2 concert with Steve or listen to his pompousness. When their curly haired friend walked through the doors, downtrodden and slightly bitter, they knew. The air around them had turned icy, matching Dustin’s feelings towards Steve. They frowned as Dustin walked back to them.

“I’ll kill you, Harrington,” he announced, standing before his older friend and shoving the paper into his hands. Red coated the paper, and in the corner was a sad face. Dustin Henderson had failed his driving exam, and Steve was the one to blame. As upset as she was for the boy she had come to know as a brother, she couldn’t help but silently rejoice in the fact that she wasn’t going to have to go to that stupid concert with her smug boyfriend. She had won the bet. And she was going to make Steve regret his arrogance.

“Did you fail on purpose?” Steve had the nerve to ask after they’d taken their respective seats in his car.

Dustin stared at him, “do you really think I would do that? Just so you could win a stupid competiton with your girlfriend? No! Now I’m stuck relying on you guys and my mom for rides until I can retake that fucking test. It’s all your fault, Harrington. If you had just let me drive like Tulip had done for Lucas and Max, I would’ve passed. But no, you had to be Momma Steve about it.”

Steve took offense to his words, “then why did you let me teach you?”

“I didn’t!” Dustin remarked in vexation, “you practically forced yourself as my teacher.”

“Fine,” Steve said childishly, “have Tulip teach you.”

“That was my plan from the beginning,” Dustin snapped, glaring at Steve. Steve met his gaze through the rearview.

The ride back to Hawkins was a comical one. Dustin doing everything in his power to refrain from speaking to Steve while Steve attempted to drown out any conversation he started with his friends by turning the volume up. Y/N thought it was hilarious when Dustin refused to say bye to Steve after they had pulled up to his house. He had made it a point to only say it to Y/N, even going as far as to give her a hug. The only acknowledgement from the younger boy to Steve was in the form of a middle finger.

“I can’t believe that little shit blamed me for his failing,” Steve rambled later as they lay on their bed. “I’m a great driver. I have never once, well no, I’ve only ever gotten two tickets. I have been driving since I was fourteen. That little shit just doesn’t listen to instructions. It is not my fault he failed. I mean Eddie trusts me enough to drive around Beth, surely that speaks for itself.”

“Sure, Steve,” Y/N agreed offhandedly, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she skimmed through a magazine, “you still have to make good on your promise, Steven.”

“Fuck,” he cursed, rubbing a hand across his face. “Who do you wanna see?”

Y/N grinned at him, pointing a black manicured finger at the band decorating her magazine. “AC/DC, Harrington. We’re going to see AC/DC.”

Steve groaned, grabbing a pillow from his side of the bed and pushing it on his face. If he could go back in time and smother his past self for making that stupid agreement, he would.

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thatgirlwithasquid · 2 years

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Harringrove Week - Blind Date

(This fic is also posted on my AO3 account: here)

Words: 2,624

“Steve, please-”

“Not a chance. I am not letting you guys pimp me out just because you want to distract your brother.”

“But Steeeve,” Dustin jumps in, quickly coming to Max’s aid as the other kids continue to give him their best attempts at sad puppy eyes. “This is important.”

“You’re teaching Max to play Dungeons and Dumbasses-”

“Dragons,” they groan in sync.

“Whatever, shitheads,” he dismisses, trying to move round the group from where they’re blocking his way back into his own damn car. “I said I’d pick you guys up after school to go hang out in mini-Nancy-” Mike pulls an affronted face “-’s basement and play your loser game, but I’m not giving up my whole evening with Random Girl’s brother just because she wants to get out of having him keep an eye on her.”

“I’m old enough to look after myself!”

“Ha! Yeah, right,” he laughs. “You’re thirteen. Besides, with all the crazy demo-whatever shit that keeps going down, I don’t think I’m old enough to be going around without supervision. Hell, is anyone?”

The kids groan again, slumping dramatically into each other.

“But even El is coming,” Will chimes in, sounding heartbreakingly sad at the turn of events and- DAMNIT, STEVE, stay strong!

“We never all hang out as a group,” Mike agrees.

Lucas nods, before darting a look at Dustin who turns to Steve and- Shit, this is a coordinated effort to wear Steve down, isn't it? To make him pity the little shits and cave like some big softie. He’ll have to remind them that he took a bat to a swarm of demodogs - granted, he had thought it was the one but he’d still done it. Do they think they can break him so easily?

“Steve, please, man. We never all hang out. We’ll owe you big time - we’re only asking you because you’re the coolest person we know.”

…Well, they can.

“Fucking fine,” he growls out, most of his aggression directed at his own weak resolve and, from the elated look the little shits share, they very well know that. “Get in then - except you-” he waves a finger at Max. “Go get your brother to give you a lift. Where am I even meeting him?”

“Benny’s old place. It’s been gutted and redone.”

“Didn’t that guy kill himself? A little morbid don’t you think?”

“Suck it up, Steve,” Max calls over her shoulder as she whirls around to skate away.

Steve sighs, gesturing for the rest of the kids to hurry up in their scampering into Steve’s car. The doors shut with varying thunks before Steve swings into the driver’s seat and turns the key in the ignition.

Steve drops the nuisances off and loiters in the Wheelers’ basement, half-praying that Max will show up and announce that the plan is off, that her brother isn’t even interested. It’s worrying him a little, to be honest - going on a date with a guy is risky shit, like, what if someone sees? Sure, Steve’s cool with it - he realised pretty recently that, yeah, definitely likes guys too - but not everyone is, and even then, even Steve had said some homophobic shit in the past.

He cringes at the thought.

And then there’s the fact that it’s a blind date. He has no idea who this guy is, or if the guy even knows he’s meeting Steve. Is it better or worse if they’re both in the dark? He can’t decide, shrugs it off, and goes back to his worrying.

Sure, they’re probably not gonna be obvious about the fact that this is a date, as has been established-

“Yes, Steve,” Max had said, rolling her eyes. “I mean a date as in a romantic date. With my brother.”

-but that doesn't mean no one around them will clock on. Steve is trying to calm himself, telling himself that it’ll just look like two dudes hanging out, being bros, totally platonically platonic. But then what if they do manage it but they do hit it off? Steve is an affectionate guy - that would suck! Not being able to reach over and touch and openly flirt is the worst thing Steve can imagine in that scenario.

Damn, being into guys is hard.

“For the kids,” he mutters to himself in an attempt to psych himself up, pacing a small circle.

“Mhmm, for the kids, Steve,” Dustin echoes absently, not even looking up from where he’s helping Mike set up for their campaign.

“You’re gonna do great man,” Lucas nods from his lounged position on the couch.

He shoots them a bitter smile and keeps pacing until the door is thrown open, footsteps racing down it until Max is revealed.

“Okay, all set,” she grins.

Steve dies inside just a little.

“Get moving!” she scolds, moving to drag Steve towards the stairs. “He’s on his way there now so you gotta go or you’ll be late!”

“Fuckkk,” he groans, letting himself be led with no small amount of reluctance. Maybe he can run to Nancy and she can hide him in her closet? He can be quiet in there, stealthy as a ninja.

“He’ll meet you at the far left of the counter,” Max says in lieu of goodbye as she shuts the basement door in his face.

Shit.

He pulls up outside what a neon sign proclaims to be “Frankie’s Diner”. It’s still Benny’s in Steve's head, though. He didn’t know the guy and had only come here once or twice before, but it’s hard to shake the feeling of how this place should be something else.

Other than that the place seems nice enough. New windows have been put in the front, bigger so that Steve can see the new booths inside. The white leather upholstery contrasts nicely against the walls painted, he doesn’t really know, some shade of light blue. It looks nice. Steve, though still unbearably anxious and feeling more than a little flighty, is admittedly a little excited to go inside.

It’s just because he hasn’t eaten out in a while. He hasn’t had the time, motivation or excuse.

A bell trills happily above the door as he pushes it open. A few of the diner’s inhabitants glance up as he enters, but most are happily chatting with their company or tucking into food that actually smells great - maybe that’s how the place is attracting a decent amount of clientele despite its gruesome backstory.

Or maybe, he thinks cynically, the gruesome history is the appeal - come see the diner where a guy killed himself! Tragedy can be sensationalised, after all.

He shudders, but presses on, scanning the faces at the counter, looking for the last at the left and-

Oh fuck no. No. No way. There must be some mistake. Somehow Max’s brother isn’t here yet, that’s the only explanation for why Hargrove is leaning against the far edge of the counter, chatting to the waitress behind it with his best Charming Smile.

There’s no way Steve has agreed to go on a date with Billy Hargrove.

But then Hargrove cuts his conversation with the waitress off and turns to glance at the door and when his eyes land on Steve he grins, and the look is utterly feral.

Hesitantly, Steve makes his way over to the counter beside Hargrove.

“No fucking way Max convinced King Steve to… hang out with me,” Billy smirks, eyes sparkling with a dangerous sort of mischief.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-

“You’re Max’s brother?” he manages, because, quite frankly, that’s about all he’s capable of managing. On top of his horror and bafflement, he’s fucking drowning in how fuckin good Hargrove has cleaned himself up. The guy’s wearing a red shirt, half unbuttoned as standard, and the tightest jeans Steve’s ever fucking seen - damn, the guy’s ass… - with his jacket tossed over his shoulder from whenever he took it off. But that’s not all - that wouldn’t be all because life is out to make Steve suffer. Hargrove has clearly put more effort than usual into his hair and, yep, that’s eyeliner he’s wearing. It’s subtle, just a dark line framing his eyes in a way that makes them fucking sparkle.

Goddamnit, Max. Steve’s only a man, but making him this attracted to Billy? This is going to be the death of him.

“Through marriage only,” the guy huffs. “The little brat’s a major pain in my ass.”

“Clearly a lot of love there,” Steve is saying, before he can get over his shock enough to have any sort of a filter. “I can see why she was so desperate to get me to occupy your time so she didn't have to put up with you.”

“That the only reason you agreed, Harrington?” Billy says, continuing to smirk. Steve would’ve thought that would’ve offended the guy, but clearly he’s just having too much of a blast with who his current company is to care about his rudeness.

“Obviously,” he scoffs, willing his eyes to stay on Hargrove’s face and not to glance down.

Hargrove hums in response and then leans in, closer to Steve than he probably should since they’re in public. It’s in that moment, though, that Steve learns that Billy smells like cologne, cigarette smoke and something else unnamable.

“I guess I’ll just have to do a better job at convincing you it’s worth it for… other reasons…”

Then he’s leaning away and the waitress is back and Steve is just left standing there, gaping dumbly.

Holy shit.

That was hot.

Should that have been hot?

Oh, fuck. He’s so screwed.

It turns out that Billy’s chatting with the waitress had been him ordering a chocolate milkshake. She hands it over to the guy with a flirtatious smile that leaves Billy grinning in return. Steve doesn’t know what to make of that. He hopes, suddenly, this whole thing isn’t some kind of set up.

“And anything for you?” the waitress turns to ask him, eyes hesitant to leave Billy for a second.

“Uh, nothing for now. I’ll order when we get food. We - uh - gonna go sit, or what?”

Billy shoots him a grin.

“Sure thing.”

Sure thing? Why couldn’t things be this easy with Hargrove at school? It’d make Steve’s life so much easier.

Hargrove was fucking smooth. It just kept making everything worse. Steve was trying very hard not to obsess over how attractive the guy was being, because he might have agreed to the date but the guy was still Billy Hargrove, and he kept being even hotter with every minute.

“Wanna share, Pretty Boy?” he’d asked after Steve complained about being thirsty during the wait for their food and his drink to arrive.

It had made him flush red, but he couldn’t exactly back down from the offer or it’d be weird surely. So he’d taken a sip from the second straw the guy had apparently grabbed, trying to ignore the way he could feel Hargrove’s eyes on him the whole time.

“Thirsty there, Stevie?” the guy had mocked, leaning forward on his elbows onto the table. “You really-” his eyes flicked to Steve’s lips for a moment “-went for it.”

Steve cleared his throat, glancing away momentarily. When he looked back, Billy was reaching out for the straw Steve had used, then twirling it idly between his fingers. Hargrove’s eyes met Steve’s, blue and intense, ordering him to watch without words. Then, he ducked forward, never breaking eye contact, to suck from the straw Steve had just used.

Fuck-

When the guy pulled away, his tongue poked out to taste his lips, as if searching for a further taste. And, shit, that did things to Steve. If he hadn’t been sat down already, he’d have been on the floor. He was fucking shaking, and Billy made it worse by reaching out with his foot under the table to stroke Steve’s leg.

Luckily - or incredibly unluckily - it was at that moment the waitress reappeared with their food, breaking whatever was happening up.

And now they’re eating, chatting over their burgers that are as good as they smelled. It’s good. It’s really good. Billy’s still an asshole but he’s… funny. And he’s certainly got enough energy to leave Steve utterly enthralled as he bitches about anything and everything.

Steve’s having a lot of fun.

Steve’s having a lot of fun on a date with Billy Hargrove. It’s insane. He would almost be sure he’d imagined the fact that this was entirely not platonic if Billy didn’t keep blatantly flirting with him. But he did.

“Still can’t believe I’m taking out King Steve,” Billy grins this time, before it turns wicked. “Shall we see if I can do one better and take King Steve home with me? Y’know… I haven’t had a sleepover in so long-” he pointedly looks Steve up and down “and I’ve never had one with such… appealing company.”

Steve flushes. Again. He really can’t handle being flirted at, he’s just so used to doing all the flirting. It’s nice, and a little overwhelming.

“And they say chivalry is dead,” Steve smirks.

“Haven’t I taken you on a nice romantic outing, Harrington?” Billy asks, seductive smile still in place, quirking a brow.

“I don’t know if I’d say romantic,” he taunts, leaning forward, “since this little… hang out is going to be kept secret, and all your advances have been about getting in my pants.”

“You wanna see romantic, Pretty Boy?” Hargrove grins, slapping the money for their bill down on the table. “Then you’d better follow me.”

Steve doesn’t waste any time in following, sliding from his seat in the booth and following Billy out the door, hearing the bell jingle its farewell at them. He couldn’t care less, eyes roving over Billy’s back as he leads them around to the back of the building before he’s suddenly spinning to press Steve gently against the wall.

“You want romance?” Billy purrs, leaning in close, making Steve’s brain utterly shut down. The smell of cigarettes and cologne is back. “Want me to tell you how pretty you are, Stevie?” Billy ducks in and presses his lips to Steve’s cheek “How endless those brown eyes of yours are?” The other cheek “How I think about you all the time?” The corner of his mouth now, Steve’s breaths shallowly puffing against his lips where they hover less than an inch away “Well, I’m not much of a romantic, but I can make an exception just this once.”

And then he’s ducking in and pressing his lips to Steve’s so gentle and sweet. Chaste. He still tastes of chocolate milkshake.

When Billy pulls back he’s smirking again, eyes predatory.

“That romantic enough for you, pretty boy?” his voice rumbles.

Steve can barely string together enough words to even form a coherent thought, let alone a sentence, so he just nods.

Billy leans back in again, melting Steve’s brain entirely. He’s fairly sure he’s only upright because of the wall behind his back and Billy’s palm on his chest. Their lips brush together again and, embarrassingly, Steve whines.

And that must set Billy off because then he’s pressing harder, hungrier, more how Steve had expected him to be. The guy licks into his mouth and presses him into the wall with his weight and, fuck, Steve’s a gonner. He tries to kiss back but mostly just ends up panting into the space between them whenever Billy pulls back to breathe.

And then lips are on the skin of his neck, teeth dragging against the tendons and nipping beneath his jaw, and Steve’s knees pretty much buckle.

Fuck.

Yeah, he doesn’t think he’d mind keeping Billy occupied again. For Max and the Party, of course.

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apollostears · 3 years

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ICY HOT [ l. wong ]

↬︎ group: wayv

↬︎ pairing: vampire!lucas x black!huntress!oc

↬︎ warning(s): blood, violence, angst, swearing

↬︎ wc: 1255

↬︎ apart of the ‘cold blooded’ series

PLOT. continuation of ‘cold & colder’ where selene and lucas are about to have their arranged wedding, eight months after the events at the gala. sinister forces are at work to stop this wedding from happening, even if it means death.

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“selene, i’m telling you what i already know; these flowers will not go with this dress!” selene’s mother had been adamant on her distaste for the flowers her daughter had chosen for her bouquet.

according to her mother it was tacky to want to have black roses as a bouquet.

“great thing you aren’t wearing it, yes? also, this is my wedding, however forced it may be, and i will not allow you to have your way. understood?”

it was rough how she spoke with her mother, but their relationship was strenuous and if it was up to selene, she’d only be her mother by name. queen mei was a lot nicer and more motherly to her than she had ever experienced in her twenty-one years of life. selene wished the undead woman was here instead.

“well, i think it would look lovely paired with you selene! and i’m sure we can make any alterations needed to dress, to make those flowers fit!” her wedding planner, kai, had encouraged.

in the few months selene had been planning this ceremony, kai had to endure a lot of tense conversations and awkward stares. selene would make sure the prestigious wedding planner was paid handsomely.

“thank you, kai. now, what’s next?” she asked, handing the flowers back to the florist before following kai out the shop.

her mother was the last thing on selene’s mind as the two chatted away about the day’s plans. “actually, you and the prince will be meeting at the castle for a private dance session with estelle and eben to go over the first and final dance. after that, you are free for the day.”

selene let out a sigh of relief. planning for a wedding was exhausting. especially one that’s fit for a prince and soon-to-be princess of the vampire race. it was still very weird to her. a huntress marrying a vampire; a prey being with its predator. she was sure that several people throughout the supernatural world were not pleased with this union. and neither was she to be honest, but then she understood why this was happening and figured she push her pride aside for the greater good.

“am i to change then before heading over there?” selene had been dressed in light blue jeans and a cream colored turtleneck with trainers on.

without paying her any mind, kai gave her an answer that had the huntress smiling and rolling her eyes at her. “aye-aye boss lady.”

after selene's comment, the rest of the ride to selene's apartment was silent. reese, her driver, had dropped mrs. cole off first, much to selene's pleasure. their exchange was brief with her mom promising to call later about her table seating for everyone that rsvp'd.

truthfully, selene was surprised by the turnout for the reception. she didn't have many friends, but she did invite the few that still liked her despite her situation. lucas invited whoever he knew and then the rest were just elders that the two would have to grow familiar with during their reign as king and queen.

"hate to put you on a time limit, but you really only have ten minutes before we have to be at the gate to make it on time." kai advised, fingers moving across the ipad.

selene nodded and quickly exited the car with the help of reese, to enter her apartment building. her place of sanctuary for the last four years of her life. she was only twenty-one, about to turn twenty-two, and her she was about to get married to an immortal being. being's that she, just a few months ago, was slaying in the streets at night.

entering her penthouse suite, selene hastily got changed. going through the motions, she slipped on some sweatpants and a cotton crop-top with sneakers. grabbing a water bottle and her keys, selene was on her way out the door when she noticed something.

"took you awhile to notice me darling. planning a wedding makes you soft, doesn't it?" his voice was smooth, non-threatening in the slightest, but that doesn't stop the chill that runs down her spine.

"the fuck are you doing here?" she was nervous. how long had he been here? how did she miss him? why was he here?

the man tsk'd and stood from the loveseat positioned by her window overlooking the city. his posture was straight, footsteps heavy, and stature terrifying. selene was not one easily frightened, but he. . . he was her version of the boogeyman.

she backed up slowly, moving closer to the door for an easy escape. "don't run from me angel. i just came to share something interesting with you."

"who's to say that you're telling the truth?"

suddenly, he stopped moving, almost looking like he was in thought before he lunged at selene and pushed her up against the wall with a harsh grip on her neck.

she was surprised and scared, her nails leaving tiny trails of blood on his hands as she clawed at them for release. he hadn't restricted her airway yet, careful not to squeeze too hard to avoid bruising. his breath tickled her ear as he leaned forward to whisper in it.

"someone isn't who they say they are, princess. several people are working actively against you as we speak. now, i'd hate for my favorite monster slayer to perish over some trivial diplomacy. so, be a good girl and figure out who it is after you and your precious vampire prince." he warned, releasing his grip on her neck at the end.

selene glared at him as she attempted to soothe her burning skin. "how can i trust you? you just attempted to choke me out and broke it my house. how do i know it's not you plotting against me?"

as she questioned him, the man made his way back over to her window and pushed it open. "if i wanted you dead, i would have killed you the second you stepped foot in the door. see you later selene."

and just as easily as he came in, he was gone like nothing happened. all that was left of his presence was her aching throat and her open window.

"hey selene! you in there? we gotta go!" kai's voice pulled selene back to reality and she cleared her sore throat before speaking.

"yes! yes, sorry! i'm coming out now." she called out, hastily picking up the items she dropped and rushing to her door. selene stopped in her tracks at her face in the mirror. her dark skin showed no signs of bruising, but the fear in her eyes said everything she needed to know.

shaking her head, selene attempted to pull herself together before opening her door and stepping out into the hallway.

"that's my bad. i forgot where i put my water bottle." she laughed, locking her door.

her hands were shaking and she cursed herself for being so weak. she's supposed to be this feared huntress and she can't even lock her fucking door.

"hey, you okay? are you nervous about seeing lucas?"

kai was kind. too kind for her own good, but selene had to remind herself that she hadn't grown up in the world she did. where kindness gets you killed.

"yes. just hungry probably. lets go, we're already late."

but what selene didn’t know, and wouldn’t until later, was that people really were watching her every move. and if kai hadn’t of came when she did, she would be dead.

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NOTE. this is part two in the series! as i was writing this, i figured i would make this into a mini series. hope you guys enjoy!

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adezahnae · 3 years

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My Protector (Part 4.2)

A/N: Hello I’m here with the last and final part of My Protector😭 I don’t want to end this series but it’s a mini series💕 Thank you for reading this series and enjoying it☺️☺️ I will try my best to make another series for him!!

Warnings: Action, murder, angst, cursing, etc...

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Y/n stood there in shock as she hugged Bailey close. “Y/n! Y/N! GET YOU AND BAILEY OUT OF HERE NOW!” Ten yelled. “But!” You protested. “Y/n get out of here, you need to get to safety.” He said. I began to shed tears. “Ten..” Just then, all security guards and the people Jacob called bursted in the house. “YOU GET DOWN! NOW!” One of them said. They hit Ten in the nose with their gun and he fell on the ground.

“TEN!!” You exclaimed. “GET OUT OF HERE!” Ten yelled. A guard began to grab on you but Ten shot the guard in the head making him fall. You rushed out of the living room to the kitchen to a closet. You could see the action happening from there.

Ten stood up on his feet and wiped his nose. “Okay... Let’s go.” He said. Everyone began to run to him but he began to shoot them dead. He grabbed a guy by the arms as they tried to push him and twisted their arms, breaking them. He pushed them on the ground and ducked, avoiding a bullet. He swiped two men by tripping them up and took their weapons. He stabbed one in the chest and shot one in the head. He sensed bullets behind him and he flipped over, blocking himself with the stabbed body. He shot at the two men who shot at him.

He pushed the dead body on the ground and ran to attack the other four. He shot one of them and broke one of the other’s neck. As he was fighting, one of the guards snuck towards the closet you and Bailey was in and snatched you out of it. “DADDY!” Bailey shirked. Ten turned in your direction. He he shot the one that he was fighting and ran to you both.

He grabbed the guard by his neck and snapped it. He flipped the man over, trowing him on the ground and grabbing Bailey. He took Jake’s car keys and rushed to the garage. “Get in the car.” He ordered as he put Bailey in the backseat. He shut the door and got in the driver’s side, starting the car. The garage door lifted it up and he quickly pressed on the gas, backing up. You gasped and held onto the dashboard.

He turned the car around and stepped on the gas, rushing down the roads. As he was driving, he saw two black cars and a black van rush behind. “FUCK!” He yelled as he hit the wheel, speeding up. Bailey was in the backseat crying. “Daddy slow down! I can’t put my seatbelt on!!” She cried. “Daddy can’t slow down right now. Just hold tight.” He said as he peeked up in the rear view mirror.

“DADDY! SLOW DOWN! IM SCARED!” Bailey cried. “Damn it, Y/n quickly strap her in.” He said. You quickly leaned back and put her in the car seat and strapped her in tightly. You fastened the actual seatbelt over her completely to make sure she was okay. You seen that she was secured and sighed. You leaned back up into your seat a breathed out.

“Ten, please slow down..” You panicked. “Does it look like I have time to SLOW DOWN RIGHT NOW?!” He yelled in annoyance. He turned a corner hard, making you and Bailey scream. The cars behind him followed suit and they began to pull out guns. He seen and cursed. “Shit...” He pulled out two guns from the seat and loaded them both. “Take the wheel.” He said as he let down the window. “That’s dangerous!!” You exclaimed. “Life is dangerous! Now take the fucking wheel!” He yelled. You sighed and leaned over and began to drive, worried out of your mind.

He pulled his body out of the window and they began to shoot. He shot a bullet in the tires one by one, making the cars fall off the road. The van pulled out a gun and aimed it at Ten. The bullet reached Ten’s arm. “FUCK!” He yelled. He pulled himself back into the car and crawled to the backseat. “Daddy, you’re hurt!!” Bailey said. “Daddy’s okay, sweetheart. Cover your eyes for me.” He smiled. She did so and he began to punch the back of the window of the car.

You switched over to the driver’s side and began to drive. Ten kicked the back window open and pulled out another gun, way much bigger. “WHERE IN THE HELL DID THAT COME FROM?!” You exclaimed as you looked behind you. “Your husband.” He replied. He loaded the gun and pointed out the window. The shooter shot at the window in front of Bailey and she cried. Ten grabbed Bailey from her seat and held her close.

“Your eyes still closed?” He asked her. She nodded her head, sniffing. “Ten! My daughter!” You yelled. “She’s fine! Keep driving, baby.” He said. He began to shoot the gun at the drivers in front. After they were dead, he aimed for the shooter in the rooftop, killing him as well. He shot the tires and they went down the hill, tumbling. “Woowww...” Bailey said as she peeked up. Ten smiled and kissed her forehead.

He turned around and crawled in the front seat with Bailey in his arms. You peeked over and seen his bleeding arm. “Oh god, Ten you’re bleeding!” You exclaimed. He laughed. “I’m fine, turn right here.” He said. You did so and you all out of sight. You stopped the car and breathed out. He took off his jacket and tore a piece of it off. He wrapped it around his arm to stop the bleeding. “Hold on! I can clean it.” You said reaching in your emergency purse and pulling out a cloth and medicine.

You untied the fabric and lifted his arm up. He hissed in pain, making you immediately stop. “I’m sorry! Sorry!!” You said. “It’s alright. I’ll be fine.” He laughed. You poured the medicine on him. “How can you laugh at all of this? What are you, Joker?” You asked, cleaning the wound. “Sometimes you got to laugh to keep from crying.” He said. “Crying? Why would you cry?” You joked. “Because I’m putting the woman I love, her daughter, and my baby in this mess.” He said.

You looked at him. “Ten-“ “Chittaphon.” He corrected. “Chittaphon..it’s alright. You didn’t do this, my husband did. You’re just protecting me.” You said. “Besides,” you giggled. “I think this baby likes danger.” You said patting your stomach. He laughed and placed his hand on your stomach. “Does she now?” He asked. “She? How do you know if it’s a she? She could be a ‘He’” I said. “No..this is my baby girl. I know it is..” He mumbled.

You smiled and placed your hand over his. He leaned over and kissed you softly. “Ew...” You heard Bailey say. You both pulled away, laughing. You bandaged his arm up and put away the supplies. “So you came from a rich family?” You asked. He sighed. “Yeah I did.” He said. “But you’re an assassin...” You trailed off confused. “My parents was just like your husband. Snobby, rich, thinking they were better than everyone else. They also thought they were ‘too good’ for a son so they treated me like shit. Finally one night, I couldn’t take it anymore. I went to my grandmother’s house and stayed there. My grandmother was also rich, but she was humble. Like me. After three weeks of staying with my grandmother, I found out that my parents was in a car crash. At the same time, I was being bullied at school. After six years, my grandmother was becoming sick. I took care of her, feed her, bathed her. I was wishing to God that she wouldn’t leave. But, she then passed. I was angry at the world, I hated everyone. So I became an assassin to vent out my anger. I was given assignments to kill important people and then, I was assigned to you. I fell in love with you. I felt as if I was living again when I laid my eyes on you. You made me feel love again.” He shed a tear and smiled.

You smiled back and wiped his tears. You then frowned as you thought of something. “What happens if you don’t kill me?” I asked. He sighed. “That’s why we’re leaving.” He said. “WHAT?! LEAVING?!” You exclaimed. “Yes, we’re leaving.” He said. “But, you killed Jake. Shouldn’t that work?!” You asked. He chuckled.

“Not with my clan. You see, Jake was like our boss and his murder would cause this much commotion as you can see. I’m supposed to move in silence and not get caught in daylight, killing anyone and I murdered my boss.” He explained. You shook you head. “So are they looking for us?” You asked. He hummed. “Oh my god...” you said in disbelief. “So we need to go. Now.” He said “Where are we going?” You asked. “My home in Thailand.” He said sitting up. “But you’re hurt! You can’t drive!” You said starting the car. “Fine. I’ll just direct you.” He said.

“Okay.” You agreed. Before you can start pulling off, there was a load bang. You screamed and ducked your head. He only sighed. “Chittaphon. Get out.” You all heard a voice say. You panicked. “Calm down..” He whispered. Just then you were snatched out of the car. You screamed and kicked. “MOMMY!!” Bailey cried. Bailey was taken into another person’s arms. “Bailey!” Ten exclaimed. He got out of the car and seen you held a gun point and Bailey held.

“Lucas, let Y/n go.” Ten growled. “No, asshole.” He replied. He turned to his other members. “Xiaojun, put her down. Give Bailey here.” He said. “Hell no.” Xiaojun spat back. Kun stepped forward. “Let them go, Kun!” Ten yelled. “Chittaphon. You had one fucking job. How do you manage to FUCK IT UP?!” He yelled. “Kun-“ “You fell in love with her? I knew it, I knew you were lying from the start. You put a baby in her Chittaphon. A BABY!! I GAVE YOU A SIMPLE RULE AND THAT WAS WHAT?!” Kun yelled at Ten. “WHAT WAS IT?!” Kun yelled again.

Ten sighed. “No relations with the targets.” Ten said. “And what was that punishment if it was broken?” Kun asked. “The target will be shot 16 times.” Ten said. Y/n gasped and began to cry. “Lucas.” Kun motioned Lucas. He pushed Y/n on her knees and cocked her gun back. Bailey began to cry. “Shut that baby up!” Kun yelled. Xiaojun put a hand over Bailey’s mouth. “Say goodbye to Y/n and your baby, Chittaphon.” Kun said.

“Wait!” Ten said. “What?” Kun asked. Ten dropped his weapons on the ground and held his hands up. He walked over to Lucas and Y/n and helped her up. He moved her out of the way and lifted Lucas’s gun to his head. “I sacrifice myself for Y/n and Bailey.” Ten said. “Chittaphon, NO!” Y/n cried. “Get back, Y/n.” He said to her. The members looked at each other and at Kun. Kun smirked. “You heard him, get back. This will get messy sweetheart..” He said. “CHITTAPHON!” You yelled. “I said, get back Y/n. That is an order.” Ten said through gritted teeth.

You did so, tears streaming down your face. “Let Bailey go.” Ten said. Xiaojun put down Bailey and Y/n ran to her picking her up. “DADDY!” Bailey screamed. Ten turned is head slightly to her. “Daddy’s gonna be alright, Bailey. Go and get in the car.” Ten said. “Chittaphon...” You whimpered. “I will meet you in Thailand. I love you okay?” He said. Y/n sat there. “I can’t lose you!” You cried. “GO! THAT IS ANOTHER ORDER!” Ten yelled.

You rushed in the car and placed Bailey in the seat and strapped her in. You turned around to look at Ten one more time. “Go.” He said. “I love you..” You said. He smiled. “I love you too..” You got in the car and started it. You began to pull off down the road from the tunnel. As you were driving down the road, you heard gunshots. You flinched and cried.

He’s gone...

#wayv ff #wayv x reader #wayv smut #ten fanfic #ten x reader #ten smut #nct ff #nct x reader #nct smut #superm fic #superm x reader #superm smut

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fuck it. balance youtuber au because i’ve been thinking about it

(modern au with no magic but still elves/dwarves/etc)

the twins have a joint channel but they post things together as often as they make videos on their own. they do vlogs, story times, and challenge videos both together and not, but do stuff with fashion/makeup together. taako does cooking on his own and lup does chemistry experiments that involve fire more often than not. if someone says they like the twins’ videos it’s a wild card as to what they watch them for, but everyone ends up liking all of their content because who can hate the twins? they have a lot of “annoying influencer” energy but are actually really nice to fans/people in general and donate a lot of their Youtube Money to charities and stuff (all of the ipre does this too because fuck rich people except for them)

magnus’ channel is mostly woodworking/construction projects. he does occasional story times and in every one he’s carving and/or painting a wooden duck. he does vlogs too and half of them are him buying more woodworking stuff (idk shit about it so idk what he’d get lol) and the other half have a part where he sees someone walking a dog and him going to meet them. almost every video includes/mentions julia and people make “magnus talking about julia” compilations bc he loves his wife and talks about her all the time. he’s very positive in general and everyone loves how he’s a human golden retriever

merle’s channel is 99% gardening, 1% collating with the others. he made one joke along the lines of plant fucking and it was not serious at all but his subscribers/followers made into such a big joke that he makes at least one joke per video except for when his kids are in the video, which is when he makes it suuuper educational and fun and wholesome. mookie tries to eat the plants and play with the soil and mavis tells her dad about what she’s learned about biology in school. also he puts “(emotional)” and “(not clickbait)” at the end of video titles randomly despite knowing what they mean

barry’s channel is science-centric (yes he collabs with lup frequently) but about more feilds of science. sometimes he goes on rants about theoretical physics like a madman a la bdg’s unraveled series and sometimes he makes videos titled “making the volcano kitchen experiment but the size of a kiddie pool (emotional).” he also has a series about paranormal activity/cryptids, stuff like “why ghosts should be and are real” and “my top five favorite pieces of bigfoot evidence” and like i said this is a no magic au but he once was asked in a q&a about what he’d do if he was a lich and gave a surprisingly detailed response? people were really confused but intrigued?? did barry invent magic???

lucretia 100% has an art channel, but she also writes prose and poetry in her free time and sometimes reads them for videos. she posts speedpaints of her work (digital and traditional) with her telling her process/inspiration or doing story times as the background audio. she had a period of time where she started writing a whole novel in her spare time (basically the balance story but different characters) and all her videos were her making concept art. her fans loved it and boosted it to the point where it actually got published, so now she’s a best selling author with a seven book series. now she keeps making videos of her concept art for other book ideas (the other arcs) with her infodumping about the characters/plot/etc

davenport doesn’t actually have a channel, but has been in the background of all the others’ videos to the point where he’s treated like a cryptid and has a small fanbase of his own. he’s mostly in merle’s videos (because they’re dating) and magnus’ vlogs (because magnus Loves His Friends) but he’s been in at least a handful of everyone’s videos. he makes a twitter and instantly gets thousands of followers. he tweets the most random shit at the most random times and half of them become memes. people find out he’s a professor at the college the rest of them met at and everyone looses it

kravitz is in a similar position as davenport, but he was convinced to start a channel. he mostly does stuff involving antiques because he collects them, so he does haul videos of what he bought or thrifted and videos of him restoring them as he looks up how old they were and what random shit they were used for and stuff. people make compilations of him getting off topic and going on a tangent about taako then realizing he just rambled for ten minutes and getting flustered. he also plays a handful of classical instruments and makes occasional collabs with lup + barry

despite having completely different channels they’re all friends??? people didn’t know at first but they found out through davenport and kravitz “this one guy who i think is dating taako but i’m not sure and idk his name” showing up in everyone’s videos. from then on they started collabing more often and it’s really fun to see them outside of their element. lup once almost burnt down magnus’ workshop while making a chemistry video with him. taako tried to teach kravitz how to make macaroons (keyword: tried) and kravitz talked about this new antique shop he found the whole time. barry went on and on and on about biology while gardening with merle, who tried to follow along but failed and ended up making fun of all the scientific names for plants

they call themselves the red robes after the main characters in lucretia’s novel (they’re not similar to the characters but there’s seven of them and six youtubers + one davenport)

they once did a big group collab where the twins dressed everyone up in high fashion outfits and lucretia painted a big portrait of all of them. it was very wholesome but also had a lot of lup and taako arguing over what accessory fits who and “no this person should do their hair like this!” and at one point magnus and kravitz just dipped to go play cards and talk about dogs

speaking of wholesome angus has a channel of his own which is mostly booktube with him getting halfway through a mystery novel, predicting the ending, and being 100% correct. he’s done videos with the others and is kinda associated with them but not totally, and is often lovingly referred to as the nephew to the rest of them

killian and carey don’t have a channel but are in the bg of magnus’ videos often. they were referred to as “magnus’ lesbian friends” until they got popular on instagram and became an internet power couple. johann has a small channel and a soundcloud he plays violin on and did one (1) collab with lup and it made him blow up overnight. avi has a semi-popular twitter and is mostly known as johann’s bf. sloane and hurley have a channel about drag racing/cars in general and don’t show their faces and go by the raven and ram

i was trying to think of who’d have a gaming channel and it’s 100% graham, who casually mentions that he’s friends with Pro Wrestler Jess The Beheader

lucas has a science focused channel similar to barry’s where he tries to be educational and ends up being annoying/kind of wrong about it. barry has a mini series called “lucas miller is a bitch here’s why” and it’s him disproving lucas’ theories with a deadpan expression and generally being better at science than him

remember when i said taako and lup have influencer energy despite being nice? yeah, lydia and edward are like that but they’re actually annoying. they have a popular makeup/fashion channel and lup and taako have gotten into slight drama with them over how the wonderland twins have been rude to them and the how the red robe twins are “jealous.” the internet is divided over who likes which pair of twins better

lup learns that greg fucking grimauldis (who the twins knew in high school) has a popular twitter/insta platform and tweets the “i am to collect” speech out of nowhere from everyone’s pov. taako tweets the video he took of him telling her and her immediately going “no fucking way that ASSHOLE is getting away with what he did to me” and opening twitter. it becomes a meme and he pays her back and changes his social media handles to “gregfuckinggrimauldis”

i can’t think of anything else because i don’t know enough about youtube but yeah.

#i was gonna go on about lupcretia in this au but this post is long enough #txt #balance #taako #lup #magnus #merle #barry #lucretia #davenport #kravitz #taakitz #ipre twins #ipre #not tagging the rest because its in the bg lol #long post

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bigmafluff · 3 years

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My Story Chapt.1 & 2

Story!

The Ultimate Fan fiction/Love story! Tom Hiddleston,

This is fiction it is not real I'm not this lucky!

family!Courage ! Faith! And Kids! This book is a new life after parenthood. It is my new journey. And a not so guilty obsession. Thanks for reading!

Summary.

What happens When a Single Mom Who Has devoted her Soul to her Family. receives her Empty nest papers . That the world said she would never have. Hi I'm Shannon ! I'm a writer well I want to be . Need a Publisher first. Where are the Best . In the U.K. Didn't count on Love too. Come find out what happened. It's a great adventure.

Chapter 1

A shocking encounter.

{I want to break free. By Queen, Hello By Lionel Richie, and I can't feel my my face. By the weekend}

FREEDOM!

A new Beginning ! Yup something I thought this would never have. You see I'm a Autism Mom and helped my sis raise her 2 kid when she couldn't by herself. I was One of those mom's that where told That .I was gonna be Raising my Son Lucas all my life. Well God and Lucas had other plans. I'm So Dang Proud!!!!!! So Kids grown. Lucas has an Aide, A Job as a Mechanic/Car dealer back Home . I think the mechanic stuff is his hobbies cause My Lucas Love's to tinker. My Nephew is working for NASA/ and Microsoft which I also think

NASA thing is the hobbies . As I said Tinker Just smaller. Now My Niece Katrina . She Is my Butterfly . Totally out side the box, 4 tour's In the Navy. She's A Young Mama and A News Caster In Little Rock, Arkansas, USA. Here's the twist Her and Her kids do Video's on YouTube for fun.

Enough about My Babies. Writing was not the only reason to Go across the Pond to America's Father land. I had recently gone through several Surgeries to fix my body after losing a extreme amount of weight from a Lifetime of Issues with my weight. 2 charities offer to help me finish that Journey but the only Plastic Surgeon willing to touch me Is at Oxford University Hospital. So Here I Go A Strange women in a strange land .

So When I was all of sudden a Empty nest . I was struck with something I haven't thought bout sense childhood . What do I do when I grow up! LOL !! So I hit my bucket List and started @ the 2 Largest and hardest things to accomplish on that list . Fix my body and Write! . So College to get my literary degree. While Extreme Yoga, Running , lil' bit of Martial art's and Lessons In all form's of skating! [Skating Hobby AKA on DA list!] God, family, and Music Made it all worth it and surprisingly easy! Dream's come when your are working hard and not Looking for it. These are one of those.

Now I'm in a UK/London Airport bundled up with 3 List's and a map on my phone .Braving the unknown, Trying to find DA Baggage claim and Customs in the rather Large Heathrow Airport . Dang!!!! it was noisy! Honestly I wasn't even paying no attention to were I was going. I was just Focused on Trying hard to get out of this busy packed Building ,Stress &Anxiety times 10!!!!!

while heading to Customs Dragging 2 rolling cases and Large tote on my shoulder. I'm walking past a group of screaming women and teens along with flashing lights from camera's Butt I was determined to stay focused on Why I'm in a hurry. I hit something head on and drop to the ground my tote spill and it was like hitting a wall and all of a sudden all the noise stopped. I don't care who says other wise, British and Aussie Ascent's are smooth and sexy and butter! The are several men in the U.K. That send my fan girl hormones into Overload. But only 3 are Single Tom Hiddleston, Henry Cavill, and Luke Evan's.

Now Tom Hiddleston is epic. Stage, screen, voice, He is it. He is melt worthy . Hint's the screamers! 6/2 160 Stormy blue eyes , He's strutting the Black dye job for a movie he just finished he is a naturally curly blonde. I'm a sucker For men's curls no Joke. Pure Killer Eye Candy !!!!!

As I try to pick my things up and apologize I see a hand also picking up my things . He touched my hand and I look up and see those wonderful blue's I start to shake to nervous to talk . I shake my head and Just finish picking up my things . I don't have time for this and I don't want to have a fainting spell from nerves it this Airport. So keeping my head down I stand . Say Thank you and Apologize again for slamming into the man and Leave before he says anything.

One hour Later!!!!!

I made it to my hotel via Uber. I changed , called family especially Lucas my Captain America. I ordered pizza {Yes ! there is Pizza in the U.K."} And was going thru everything and found my Chromebook! But my Ticket receipt and my Night Manager Novel is missing . Well that sucks 'I'm hoping I can get home on the stub. I wasn't as mad about the receipt as I was about my Book. I Just bought it. Before I left I had watched the series With my sister. She said that I had to read

the book to get the full experience. I only just got past the 2nd chapter when I landed. Anyways I was laying down and working on the next book in my children's book arsenal. When I must of passed out . Cause I woke to The ringing of my phone.

I go to answer it .Noticing it was already morning. A very groggy Lucas Wishes Mama a good morning and goodnight due to the time difference. After 45minutes for trying to tell my son I am OK and he needed to go to bed. I was finally able to shower and get ready for my day. I decided to stay and write today so my body can adjust before I go rampaging thru London looking for a publisher. I got half way thru Luca 's day in wonderland when I git a knock at My room door.

I open The door and there he is again invading my Life and charging hormones I thought long dead. Thomas William Hiddleston and he was holding my book with the receipt sticking out of it and a white rose . I'm thinking DA rose was a sign of peace. I'm standing there speechless. I think He realized I was a little Star struck so he helped me Back in to my room . Sat me down and brought me the water bottle I had on my Nightstand . I took a sip and Shook My self out of the fog I was in.

I begin to stutter and When he put His Finger over my lips. He then Said " Calm yourself Girl then we have Us a chat Yes? Where is the Tea around here ,or do you drink it" . All I could do is point to the Mini fridge. Curiously He Looks in the fridge . Then I remembered The English drink it hot . Then I said Finally calmed enough to be clear.

" Stop ! Look above it next to the coffee pot. I drink my Tea cold. I'm sorry! I think the stuff you want is in the Lil' treasure box next to The pot Sir. After a Little while Mr. Hiddleston And I Had interesting Chat . Yes we did. Basically This very conceded ,Arrogant , But Knock-out Gorgeous Man. Basically Had to find me Just because I didn't ask his name or for selfie or any thing. Honestly I think he was Just messing with me cause He Saw My Funko babies on the coffee table . Yes! There were a couple of His there.

He asked what I was doing here In his Home Across the pond. I showed him my stories on my Chromebook. Hey I was thinking he might be able to help me. I told him I was looking for a publisher . I also told him I was Do to have surgery I a couple of weeks, while I was here at the University Hospital. Hey When I get nervous thing's just spew I can't help it. So I told Him all of It Right down to my sudden empty nest. All while he read one of my Stories and nodding. He is in the middle of, Luca and The Golden Lion.

Thomas asked me some Questions about the story. I asked him some to. We bantered and I was surprisingly calm and comfy just chatting along. No longer nervous or anxious . We had been talking for hours . Tom was getting ready to leave . He handed me my book then held my hand there then whispered in my ear making me shiver." Still no selfie , no autograph, or Scream, Well Mrs. Jones. I would say You weren't a fan except for your greeting. So what is a Guy to do to get your attention. We will find out won't we, Till I see you again my Lady." I closed the door behind him as he left. Then promptly passed out right therein front of the door. Life just got interesting !

Chapter 2

Career Change Wow!

[Walking on Sunshine by Katrina and the waves, Hay YA by OutKast, High hopes By Panic at the disco.]

I woke the next morning to sunshine and birdsong. It must be a sign I am on the right track. So Coffee a Shower and breakfast burrito's at McDonald's, and I'm out in London . I'm Publisher hunting. I had a call from the Hospital about my per-opp appointment for surgery. That is in a few day's. So Little nervous about that . As I walk into my first office building then I Stop in the lobby when my phone rings.

It was a local # so I answered . It was a Guy named Luke Parsons He is a free lance publisher that heard about my stories. I was shocked how did he hear about me. He asked if we could meet at his office at 3pm. I agreed,he gave me the address and hung up. I went in to the build kinda stoked . I figure I try all my options. So through out the day I went to many publishing companies all saying the same which pissed me off to no end. But did I show it NO. Just because I'm American they won't even Look at them. I couldn't even eat . I grabbed a Juice @ a convenience store, then went back to my hotel to change. I needed time to find this place for my 3:00 meeting with Mr. parsons and I want to make a good impression since I was rejected so many other times today.

So I decided to call a Uber because I felt I had been walking all day and needed a small break . When we Pulled up to the Building and guess who was standing there with a smart ass smile on his face! Yup! Tom was opening my door after paying the driver , which I didn't expect. He grabs My hand and kisses my palm. Honestly why is a guy like him even paying me any attention . I'm not the tiny,skinny little thing that he is normally with and I don't act or sing. It's frustrating and exhilarating at the same time. GOD HELP ME!!! I told my self.

I asked Tom what he was doing here and then everything clicked. He told Mr. Parson's about me. When I asked how he knew Mr. Parsons. Tom told me that Luke was a Publicist by trade but had a small publishing company on the side as a hobby. So not letting go of my hand Thomas took me inside to meet Luke. Tom stayed in the waiting room as I went into Luke's office. He didn't have a huge office, but it was still dark and intimidating. The tall blonde man in the gray suit, stood and shook my hand . And I sat in the chair across from his desk. when I was going to speak. But he straight shut mt up with a finger. He started Hounding me about Tom. Ii became Anxious and when that happens I Babble and stutter badly. I spilled everything from my weight to the confrontation @ my hotel. By that point I am crying and Thomas came in and took one look at me and Was about to give Luke the business when Luke stopped him Saying He needed to Gage my character. Do to the fact that Thomas was one of his most prominent Clients. I relaxed cause Tom did. And Luke apologized .

When all was calmed. Tom pulled a chair next to me. He told me to go ahead and give Luke my flash drive with my book copies on it . All while holding my hand and rubbing my back . I have to admit I had a small smile on my face cause I was feeling @ peace with TWH sitting and pampering me. It was nice. Mr. Parsons plugged my flash drive into his desk top. While telling me to call him Luke. He said regardless if he likes mysteries or not He is probably gonna see a lot of me because he was Tom's Publicist. I am not giving any weight to that remark not yet .AHAHAH!!!! As Luke was reading Tommy and I were talking and Honestly I needed to get a lot of my frustration's off my chest .Unfortunately Thomas was my victim , willing I might add considering he was grinning the whole time.

Once I was done giving the 3rd degree to Tommy. He squeezed my hand then answered." Well Shannon. I have been in this business for a while now and out of all my so called fans. I never had one Ignore me! They'll always wanted something from me. A picture, to Kneel,autograph,selfie,hug,any attention I would give they sucked it from me. But when you ran into me at the airport. The funko toy's spilling from your bag told me your were a fan and I saw your face you recognized me, I heard you breath hitch. Yet you said sorry and left. No selfie, No nothing. It intrigued me so much I had Luke here who was with me that day check you out using the stub and book with your name and address in America in it . Which also gave me more proof you were a fan." as he continues to explain I look at him in awe he has no clue how bad I want to fan girl and ask for all those things but my heart may be with him but my mind is on what Luke is doing because Luke has my future in his hands.

Back to Tom's explanation." Shannon I came to your room Just to give a fan a gift. On my way to my Mother's for lunch. I ended up canceling lunch when you froze on me. Then I was so humbled by your nervousness. Dearling ." He says as he caresses my face ,raising Luke's eyebrows he is reading. Tom finally finishes with," As I was leaving your room I knew I had to know you more and since you were Looking for someone to help you get your stories read I talked to Luke about it and he was happy to get a new client especially one not for the public business but for His hobby. Now that I explained everything Love turn and listen to Luke I think he has something to say."

That caught my attention. I shook off the haze from listening to Tom . Turned my head to see a smiling almost ecstatic Luke. Looking at us. Then retold me he loved my stories. He said the fan-fix he even might know someone who might want to turn it into a play with the right circumstances. The other 2 he wanted to know if this is a story arc Like the old Harry Potter Series going on cause he could make it happen if there was gonna be more. He also asked about the Illustration in the stories.

I answered him promptly,about Luca and his daydreams and how they relate to my son who is Autistic and who also did the pictures for my stories Neither of them realized I was a mother . Which took both by surprise. Luke asked if I was married . OMG ! Would I have let Tom flirt with me if I was. Yes ! I would have, But I told Luke the truth I have been separated and divorced. For many years. And my Son is almost 30. that floored Tom ! I guess he thought is was younger Ha! Wait till he finds out I'm 2 years older than him. Dang straight! Cougar Power !

Now I get excited when Luke pulls a rather large group of paper's out of his desk. And writes on them. The put's them in front of me and explains. "Now Shannon can I call you that . Of course I can!" I just nod quietly." Well Shannon this is a contact for exclusivity. So anything you write is published through our Publishing company. So any fan based Fiction, Lucas stories all of it Go through us. Do you understand that Shannon?" I nod in understanding. He continues, "I am going to pay you up front for the 3 stories you have now plus signing bonus. Although only 2 are guaranteed to hit book shelves very Quickly.

Also I am Also going out of my way and despite conflict of interest with Tom I going to take you on to navigate your public appearance as well. You will need that for book signing's and such. I will also make sure Lucas gets paid for all his pictures and any future picture's for your book's. Now one last thing that may help ease your mind a bit Shannon. Tom Has nothing to do with this contract or the merit of your stories. It was just a lucky shot for both of us that He was the one you ran into in the Airport and that he knew what Me and a few friends do in our spare time. Helping Storytellers get their stories read when no one else would is what we at Parsonage publishing are here to do most the commissions I'll receive for your book go to the Literacy foundation here in the U.K. Which is 5% but I also am taking10% for my Public work. But you won't even need to worry Shannon. I'm prepared to make you a very Popular and rich woman."

Honestly I am froze I did not think Lucas's and My stories would be this popular. Especially on there own merit. I'm speechless! Until Thomas starts shaking me to get my attention. I Turn, Tom point's to Luke. I turn and Luke asks? " Shannon Darling did you get all of it or do I need to repeat any of it?" I tell Luke as I take a look at the contraction front of me. Tom still holding my hand and I am thankful for the support. I got it surprisingly knew what the whole Author gig entails so to have Luke help me with both sides of that is a life saver, but I still have one or two questions.

" OK Luke ! I got most of it I am just got a couple questions? 1st Are you sure about the Public side I can find another if it helps your piece of mind. Also Are you sure my little stories are gonna get that popular and Last if so who has a pen. To my shock and tears. He answered all my question reassuring me of his sincerity and excitement .He also gave me a pen to sign my first almost million $Contract. I was so giddy . Luke asked for my main info like email ,cell, direct deposit > I just realized I'm not a disabled parent anymore. I am A writer/Author ,gainfully employed . I am crying Laughing and falling off my chair taking Tom with me.

While Luke gets me copy of my contract I had just signed . Tom Kisses my palm then he was kissing the my forehead. Then He shocks me by looking me straight in the eyes , Blue on Blue then asking out to Dinner tonight. WAS THIS A DATE!!!!!!????????????????

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shannygoatgruff · 4 years

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Talk to Me

Stay Safe, Stay Home Writing Challenge: (Prompt #16 – Call me if you need anything)

Genre: Romance

Pairing: Modern Ivar x OC

Fandom: Vikings

Warning: Language/mild angst

Rating: M

Summary: Can an online relationship work in the real world? Ivar and Cash are about to find out.

A/N: So this is my first challenge. What was supposed to be a one-shot has turned into a mini-series. I’m having so much fun writing it. I haven't written in about 10 years - my muses all went away when Dave Batista left WWE. Then one day, Alex Høgh Andersen showed up and all of my muses came back! I’m so happy!

Please, note if you notice grammatical errors in the dialogues between characters, it’s because I write how people speak. Any other errors may just be because I was careless...

Also, I’m writing the Lothbroks as Europeans speaking English. In my head, when they are together they are speaking Norweigan but when they speak English, it’s with their Vikings’ show accents.

Chapter 2

Chapter 1

What the fuck am I doing? No seriously, what the fuck was she doing?

Cash didn’t do things like this. Ever. She had literally seen every episode of MTV’s Catfish and 90 Day Fiance (the original show, Abroad, and After the 90 Days). She was responsible, respectable, intelligent, reasonably attractive and she had just landed a job where she actually got to use her degree. This side of 25 was looking up for her. She wasn’t desperate, was she?

She was going to feel so stupid when everyone rubbed it in her face that this “Ivar” guy didn’t really exist, or turned out to be something totally other than what he claimed. Although she had only told a handful of people about her trip, they had all filled her head with so much more angst that she almost canceled the trip four times in the last month. Her mom was convinced that Cash was going to be kidnapped and sold into an Eastern European sex trafficking ring. While her best friend just knew that Ivar was going to turn out to be a sadistic 65-year-old ex-KGB operative who hated Americans and only wanted to torture her like in that movie Hostel. Even her younger brother tried to email Nev & Max to see if MTV could do an episode of Catfish Abroad and put her on blast for all of his friends to see.

Cash let out a nervous breath as she looked around the Austrian Airlines terminal. Her flight to Vienna was due to start boarding in a little more than an hour and there were still a lot of empty seats.

She fidgeted in her chair trying to fish her phone out of her jacket pocket. What she needed was mood music – Billie Eilish, although played in heavy rotation lately, wasn’t cutting it. She needed mood music - something angrier... more upbeat. Remi Ma or Joyner Lucas? Why not both? She made a quick playlist, put it on shuffle, and bobbed her head to the music.

No sooner did she feel herself getting lost in the beat, did the music stop and the phone ring. With a slight eye roll, Cash answered the phone pleasantly, “Hey Ma.”

“Hey, honey. How you doing?” Barbara Heath spoke to her daughter in a voice reserved for someone that might have just suffered a loss or been seriously injured, “You okay?”

“Yeah, Ma. I’m fine.”

“You know, it’s not too late to come home, Shay.” Cash cringed at her mother’s nickname for her. All of her life, she had tried to get people to call her Cash, but her parents were still hell-bent on calling her Shay. “No one would blame you. I didn’t tell anyone you were going on your little excursion except your Aunt Margaret and Gigi. You know they don’t think this is a good idea, either. And you know your Daddy is still upset that you decided to go.”

“Ma, don’t.” She slouched in her seat and looked up at the airport ceiling. “When I finished grad school, I told you guys I wanted to travel more. Everyone was fine with it then. Now all of a sudden everyone is against me going…”

“We’re aren’t!” Barbara walked across the kitchen with her glass of wine and took a seat at the kitchen counter. She didn’t want to start another fight with her daughter, but she needed to Cash to understand how dangerous this could be. “I just don’t understand about this going across the world to meet some boy. There are plenty of those here.”

Oh my, God. “For the last time, I’m going to Vienna because I haven’t been back to Austria since undergrad. While I’m there I’m going to meet up with one of my friends, Ma.”

“Yeah, a friend you met on the internet.”

“Really? I’m about to get on a plane and I won’t see you for weeks, and you want to do this now? How about saying ‘Have a nice trip’ or ‘I’m proud of you for being so adventurous’ or something like that?” She tried not to raise her voice, but she could tell her frustration at her mother mixed with her own nerves about the situation was coming through on the phone.

Barbara sighed in defeat. “You got that stubbornness from your Daddy.” She was relieved when she heard her daughter chuckle. “You know, I’m proud of you. And I want you to have so much fun! This is going to be the best trip of your life. I just want you to be careful and know that I will worry about you. Let me know when you land, and when you get to your hotel, and when you meet this Ivar-boy.” She was going to make a point to stop babying her as soon as she came back from Europe. “Just know that I love you. Call me if you need anything. Me and your Daddy will be on the first flight to come get you and bring you…”

“I love you, too Mommy. I’ll call you when I land.”

When Cash hit the button to end the call, she noticed a WhatsApp notification on her phone. She hadn’t even heard the phone chime. She felt the smile slide across her face as she opened the app.

Ivar was the only person who ever contacted her on WhatsApp.

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“Ahh, Ivar, you will be fine.” Ivar cut his blue eyes over to his brother driving the car. “You will have fun. You’ll see.”

He folded his arms over his chest, like a child, and returned his gaze out of the passenger’s window. “I am not a child, Bubbe. I do not a chaperone.” He really hated being the youngest. His brothers always acted like he was completely incapable of doing anything on his own.

“I know, brother.” Ubbe let out a soft chuckle and connected eyes with Hvitserk in the backseat through the rearview mirror, “Serk is not coming to chaperone. He is coming with you, to help you.”

“I do not need help, either.” Ivar was sick of this fight. He had been having it with his brothers for about a month now. He was perfectly capable of traveling by himself, without Hvitserk’s assistance. “And why Serk? He is the least responsible of us all.”

Hvitserk nodded in agreement from the backseat and smiled good-naturedly. He really didn’t give a shit what Ivar wanted to do. All he knew was Bjorn was footing the bill for his trip to Austria with Ivar and he wasn’t about to turn down a free vacation. Women, liquor, food, and a hotel suite...all he had to do was carry Ivar’s bags and help him through the airport? It sounded like a sweet deal to him.

Ubbe shook his brother’s shoulder, “C’mon, Ivy. I would come with you if I could. I have to work.” He peeked over at his brother’s face, noting his anger looked something more akin to nerves. “Besides, Serk will give you much more freedom than I would. Who knows, you might really like this girl when you meet her.”

“It is not like that.” Ivar said quietly, looking out of the window. He wanted to talk to Ubbe about Cash for some time now, but Ubbe was always so busy with work. Besides, he and Torvi had just had a baby. He clearly had more important things to think about than his little brother and his lack of experience with women. But, Ubbe was the kindest and most level headed person he knew. What he wouldn’t give for some of his big brother’s advice right now. “We are just friends.” Even if that’s not what he wanted, he was sure that’s all they would end up being.

“But there may come a time when you are not just friends.” Ubbe tried to hide his smirk as he noticed the blush start to creep up Ivar’s neck and settle on his earlobes. “What will you do then, hmm?”

“He will fuck her!” Hvitserk clapped Ivar on the shoulders and laughed.

How far ways was this damn airport? If Ivar didn’t get out of this car soon, he was going to grab the steering wheel and drive them off of a cliff. “Please don’t leave me with him.” He never asked his brothers for anything, but he made this plea to Ubbe with such sincerity. “I am going to kill him.”

After Ubbe pulled the car into the parking space, he killed the engine and asked Hvitserk to get the bags while he talked to Ivar for a moment. “So…you have told her?” He waited for Ivar to turn around and look at him before he lowered his eyes to Ivar’s legs. He sighed in disappointment when Ivar refused to meet his eyes. “Ivar.”

“I never thought we would actually meet.” It was never really his intention to lie, but it really wasn’t a conversation he was sure how to start. Did he start by saying, ‘Hi I’m Ivar. I’m a Taurus and I’m physically challenged?’ “Then I started to like her and could not tell her. I did not want to stop talking to her. So, I came off like Bjorn.”

“Like an ass?”

Ivar shrugged. “A little. She is American. She likes that confident, arrogant type.” Shaking his head at the mess he had gotten himself into, he threw his hands up in frustration. “Ahh, it does not matter now. We will meet and have fun as friends and that will be all.”

“But that is not all. You like this girl and it sounds like she likes you. You need to tell her before you see her.” Gripping his little brother by the back of the neck, Ubbe pulled gave him a brotherly hug. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about Ivar Ragarsson. Any woman would be proud to have you.” Kissing him on the top of his head, he grumbled when Ivar pushed him away and got out of the car.

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Forgive me

Part 3 - Somebody to you

A mini series, includes suicide and abuse.

Based on true events but using TRR characters who are owned by Pixelberry.

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*****

Liam, Maxwell and Bastien arrived back at the palace, early hours in the morning. A fusion of emotions were running through Liam’s mind being back home. One feeling he wasn’t feeling was happy, he wasn’t thrilled to be back to proceed with his royal duties. Although he was happy that Drake had managed somehow to convince Riley and Lucas to come to cordonia. After listening to her reiterate how badly his father had treat his family, he knew it must have been a difficult decision to consider.

Before meeting Riley and Lucas, Liam just accepted he was royalty and would have to follow the rules. Unlike Leo, he avoided relationships with nobles- needing to stick to royal protocols.

I used to be so tough

Never really gave enough

And then you caught my eye

Giving me the feeling of a lightning strike

“Are you okay Li?” Maxwell asked quietly, seeing Liam in a trance, staring vacantly at his screensaver.

“Sorry?”

“I asked if you was okay. You keep looking at the erm selfie.”

“Yes, I’m fine. I’m just missing Lucas.”

“Just Lucas?” Maxwell winked, he knew that Liam had some feelings towards Riley. Before she dropped the bombshell they had all discussed how beautiful she was - Liam stealing glances from her, his eyes lighting up, sparkling the room.

“Yes, just Lucas. He’s my nephew. Of course I’m going to miss him. I would have done anything to have known him from the minute he was born.”

“How about Riley?”

“What about her? She’s my sister in law, the mother of my nephew. She doesn’t feel anything towards me.”

“But do you?” Maxwell saw a slight blush creep on to Liam’s face.

“I ... I ... Max I need to go. I need to have a quick sleep, then discuss some matters with my father.”

Look at me now, I'm falling

I can't even talk, still stuttering

******

Drake, Riley and Lucas boarded the plane. Luckily they managed to get a ticket for the last flight of the night, saving them looking like homeless people stranded at the airport. Looking at the photos of her, Liam and Lucas- she couldn’t get him out of her mind. The way he bonded with his nephew- but the way he looked at her. That kiss that meant nothing at the time, was constantly on her mind.

I've got your photograph

But baby I need more than that

I need to know your lips

Nothing ever mattered to me more than this

“What’s up?” Drake asked, seeing her staring down onto her phone. “It’s a nice picture of you three.”

“It sure is.” Drake noticed her face turn a shade of red.

“Are you going to elaborate on that kiss you both shared? We have a long flight.”

“Are you some type of weirdo?”

“Quit with the name calling, you’ve already called me a sulking arsehole. And you avoided my question.”

“Drake there’s nothing to elaborate on. It was a kiss. A kiss is a kiss. He was grieving, he didn’t know what he was doing.”

“Oh he knew what he was doing.”

“Wha- you’re wrong.”

“I’ve known him my whole life, he doesn’t get himself involved with women. Only those who are special.”

“I’m his sister in law. He doesn’t feel that way towards me. Besides we only met yesterday.”

“Was his sister in law. Or should I say fake sister in law. How do you feel towards him?”

“I... I... I’m going to get some sleep, like Lucas. The whole timezone difference will affect me.” Drake shook his head laughing, he knew there was more she wanted to say- she was in denial.

Look at me now, I'm falling

I can't even talk, still stuttering

*******

Bastien escorted Liam to Constantine’s study- noticing Liam clench his fists, he placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. Liam took a deep sigh, before walking into the room.

“Liam. I’m so glad you’re home safe. Did you have a good bachelor party? I hope you’re ready for the social season.”

“Father, I’m not having a social season. I don’t care what input you want in my life. But I’m not doing it. I will rule without a Queen.”

“No you will not! You are choosing a bride, a queen worthy for this country.”

“I have something to tell you. Leo has passed away. He took his own life after your impromptu visit to New York. I met Riley and Lucas- completely by fate.”

Bastien noticed the King was speechless for once, wondering if Constantine would feel any empathy towards his past actions.

“Why couldn’t you just allow him to be who he was? Why wouldn’t you allow him to have a traditional Cordonian marriage arrangement, which he and Riley decided to do between themselves. She is selfless and wanted your son to be happy.”

“Liam, I ... I ... couldn’t allow that. He was with a man.”

“So let’s put things into perspective. Say Leo was still the Crown Prince. And he married Riley but had an affair with one of the suitors- that would be acceptable? Or if he married Riley but she had an affair with me or someone like Lord Maxwell- that would be acceptable?”

“Yes. Those situations would be acceptable Liam. He was my son. He wasn’t that man that he thought he was.”

“Yes he was! I’ve seen pictures, I heard the stories. He was happy and you killed him. You have traumatised Riley, she walked in seeing his lifeless body. You have left his son without a father. His son who is adorable, he’s Leo’s double - he started walking yesterday when I spent time with him. Riley and Leo may have not loved each other the way you wanted them to, but they both loved Lucas and you tore that family apart. You said to Leo that he wasn’t your son. Well you are not my father anymore. Goodbye Constantine.”

“Liam, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologise to me. Apologise to Riley and Lucas when they arrive. Sorry seems to be the hardest word for you to express- so I think it’s a little too late. They should be here anytime soon. Drake is escorting them here. And if you lay a finger on her again, you’ll be wishing you didn’t. I’m not bluffing. I’m not having a social season.”

******

“Hey, sleeping beauty. You need to wake up.” Drake nudged Riley, he was concerned as she was screaming Leo’s name in her sleep- he decided that he needed to mention it to Liam when they arrived at the palace. Lucas had woken up briefly during the flight- but Drake didn’t want to disturb her. Instead he played with the little boy and rocked him back to sleep.

Fluttering her eyes open, she apologised for falling asleep for the whole flight- they landed and quickly got through passport control.

“So when is the other stray arriving?”

“A few days time. Work commitments.” Drake nodded, and escorted them to the SUV waiting for them. Bastien greeted them before informing Drake that Liam knew.

“Beaumont. I swear he hasn’t got a brain. Is Liam okay with them coming and for the lie I told?”

“His highness is thrilled Drake. He spoke to his majesty a couple of hours ago- informed him about Leo, but also refused to do the social season.”

“Why would he do that?” Bastien looked over at Riley, strapping Lucas in the SUV. Realisation hit Drake like a ton of bricks- he knew Liam never wanted a social season, but he wondered if there was more to the reasoning now.

The ride to the palace was silent, Lucas had drifted back to sleep. Riley was taking in the scenery- it was breathtaking. All she was used to was skyscrapers and pollution, the rush of people on the streets. Cordonia was peaceful, clean, culturally influenced and beautiful. Arriving at the their destination, she noticed Drake’s previous vacant face expression change- the thin edge of a grin appeared. Trying to read why his expression towards her could switch instantly, she was lost in thought- paranoid to say the least. The door opened slowly- she was expecting it to be Bastien, until she saw his baby blues.

“Good morning.” Liam held his hand out towards her, hoping she would accept it. Assisting her out of the car, he couldn’t help but admire her beauty yet again.

“How are you so awake? I need some tips on how to cope with the jet lag.” Riley said as she stretched her limbs.

“Whiskey, or there’s other ways...” Drake interrupted, glancing towards Liam laughing. Liam’s eyes widened, he knew what techniques Drake was referring to. They were always successful with the commoner- but not with Liam. He liked to have a quick nap, then keep his mind busy.

“Other ways?” Riley asked innocently. Liam coughed, needing to change the subject immediately.

“Ignore him. We will take your belongings to my quarters for now. I actually want to talk to you if you’re not too tired.”

“Sure, I suppose I better try and stay awake-to get used to the new timezone.”

As they left, Drake got out his phone and text Maxwell. He wanted to berate him for telling Liam that Riley was coming but he also wanted to place a bet with him.

Hey, gob on legs- just arrived at the palace. Fancy a bet? The odds can be decided later on- no backing out.

Hey buddy, sorry about that. I was half asleep- I didn’t know what you had text. I assume it’ll be fine though. What bet? The Derby isn’t for a couple of days.

Not the derby. I bet you that Liam makes a move on Riley before the ball tonight.

You’re on. But I think I better pay up now.

******

Arriving in Liam’s quarters, he poured her a coffee. Sitting at the table, the living area was as big as her whole apartment.

“My father is aware that you are visiting. But don’t worry. I’ve sorted it out. He won’t hurt either of you. We have a planned ball tonight, I was hoping that you’d attend?”

“Thank you, but I think I’ll give it a miss. Besides you’ll need to mingle with all the suitors.”

“They will be there tonight, yes. But they aren’t suitors. I’m not having a social season.” Riley nearly chocked on the coffee, trying to compose herself- she didn’t know what to say. She knew that the social season was an imperative duty for royalty. Patting her back, she was grateful but also frustrated- every touch made her stomach flutter. “If you don’t want to attend I’m not going to force you. But I’d be thrilled if you would.”

“I don’t think balls are intended for one year olds. I don’t think I’d be fully awake anyway. And besides I haven’t got a babysitter.”

“We have a royal nanny. So that problem is sorted. How much sleep does a Princess require? It doesn’t start for ten hours.” He said sarcastically but also flirtatiously.

“Call me ‘Princess’ again, your highness and I may have to commit treason.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Wouldn’t I?” Raising her hand up, whilst winking she intended to pretend swiping him- his quick relaxes grabbed her arm, not in a forceful way- it was gentle.

“No...” Turning towards her and closer to her leaving little distance he whispered in her ear, she could feel his warm breath linger next to her ear. He knew she didn’t return the feelings that he had grown towards her instantly, but he couldn’t resist. Unable to fight against the thoughts that were going through him, the thoughts that were constantly on his mind. Her sweet scent, her smile, the way her baby blues sparkled, just her presence was flooding his senses now. Was it just lust? Or was there some meaning to his growing feelings.

Leaning his head closer to her neck, he softly kissed it- closing her eyes, her body was frozen. “Liam.” She barely whispered, it was more of a whimper. Hearing his name roll of her tongue, made him want her more than a friend - more than the fake sister in law. Pulling away he caressed her cheek, they fixated their gaze on each other. Looking deep into each other's baby blues - they were both filled with desire. Gently leaning towards each other- it was as if a magnet was pulling them closer, Riley made the first move kissing his lips as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her to sit on his knees. Unable to contain themselves or their feelings anymore, the previous slow delicate kiss soon turned into a fiery and passionate one, his hands worked their way around her body, feeling each curve, wanting to explore more. No words communicated. Just the touches made them both feel alive. Breaking the kiss, they both heard Lucas wake- sorrow in both their eyes, they sighed before smiling at each other. Riley removed herself off Liam’s knee, to see to Lucas.

“Riley?”

“Yes? What’s the matter?” Holding Lucas, she looked at him concerned. Liam wanted to ask how she felt about the kiss. She gave the impression that the first kiss was a mistake. A second kiss and flirting wasn’t a mistake in his eyes- but he couldn’t bring himself to ask her.

“I was just going to say, that your room is Leo’s old room- or there’s a spare room next to Drake’s. I was also going to say that if you want to catch up on some sleep, I don’t mind taking Lucas for a while.”

“Leo’s room? It’s fine. I’m sure you’re busy, I’ll take him for a walk or something.” Riley wasn’t sure about staying in Leo’s room, she was having nightmares still after that tragic night.

“Yes its next door. I’m not busy, I’d be honoured to spend time with him. And to spend time with his mommy later on.”

“Possibly.” Liam’s lips turned upwards, she didn’t say yes, but she didn’t reject the offer. “Erm, I wanted to ask, did Leo have a special place here?”

“Why? I wouldn’t exactly say that there was any special places.” Riley pointed to her bag, gesturing Liam to open it. He felt as if his heart had stopped, once realising what or who was in her bag.

“It’s not all of him, but I thought maybe he would like a piece of him to be in both his homes.” Liam tried to keep his stoic expression, but he couldn’t contain his emotions. Seeing Lucas’s lip tremble, he wiped his tears away knowing he had to stay strong for both Riley and Lucas.

“I’ll take yours and Lucas’s belongings to Leo’s room. Have a rest, I’ll take him.”

“Thank you Liam.” Liam smiled at her, he wanted to be more than than just her child’s uncle- he wanted to be her protector, someone she could trust.

All I wanna be, yeah all I ever wanna be, yeah, yeah- Is somebody to you.

*****

Liam left Riley in Leo’s room, acting strong deep down she was breaking down. She didn’t know if it was her imagination playing tricks on her, but she could smell his scent. Debating if she should move rooms, at least she would have Drake next to her for support. But Liam’s quarters were next door if she stayed in Leo’s room- Liam the man, the Crown Prince who had been constantly on her mind in this short amount of time. No matter how much she tried to remove him from her thoughts, he was unerasable.

*****

Walking through the palace grounds with Lucas in his arms, Liam thought he would take him to some sentimental places- a walk down memory lane.

“This Lucas, is where your daddy kissed his first girlfriend. Grandad Constantine wasn’t impressed. Daddy knew how to attract the women, possibly attract the men too. You’re going to be a heartbreaker when you’re older, just like he was. Keeping your Mommy on her toes.”

Ambling towards the maze, he sat down on the swing with Lucas in his lap. Slowly swinging the two of them- he felt content. Lucas began laughing at every swing- which filled Liam’s heart with joy. His thoughts remained on Leo, regretting that he didn’t make enough effort to keep in touch.

“When you’re able to run little man, Uncle Liam and Uncle Drake will teach you how to play maze tag....”

“But don’t cheat like your father did Lucas.” Drake interrupted, walking over to the two of them he knelt down and gave Lucas a high five.

“Where’s Riley?”

“She’s resting, she had bad jet lag.”

“Why didn’t you give her the jet lag cure?” Liam’s eyebrows raised up- believing that Drake should concentrate on his own non existent love life rather than meddle in his.

“We flirted. We kissed. She sat on my knee, I held her close. I wanted more Drake. I’m so confused.” Drake was eager to inform Maxwell that he had won the bet- but he knew Liam needed happiness as did Riley.

“Go and see her. If you want some alone time, let me know and I’ll take him to the stables to see the horses.”

*****

An ominous scream startled Riley out of her reoccurring nightmare; the pills, the empty bottle, the goodbye letter, her best friend - her fake husbands body hanging lifeless. The nightmare would still cling on to her mind for the remainder of her life- haunting her every time her eyes closed. Sitting up, her body was trembling surrounded in a cold sweat- her cheeks were damp, she didn’t know how many more tears her body could possibly shed.

The royal cotton bed sheets were twisted and trapped around her limbs, probably because she re-enacted her actions from that night in her sleep. The rushing to his body erratically attempting to loosen the homemade noose. Her heart pounded against her chest- she didn’t know how many more sleepless nights she could handle. It had been three months- and it wasn’t getting any easier. The sun shone through the blinds into the room, but she felt surrounded by darkness. Pulling the sheet over her head, she let out a terrified cry.

Liam opened the door, and witnessed Riley hiding under the sheets - he could hear her crying- his heart was breaking for her. Liam removed the sheet gently- seeing the mascara smudged over her face with the tears lingering. He wiped them away, shortly after he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer, holding her protectively. She sunk into the warmth of his side, his touch made the room warmer somehow. Suddenly there was a cold breeze that past the two of them- but soon disappeared. Not taking any notice of the sudden breeze, the two of them watched Lucas play with his clip on buggy toys- he was hypnotised. Liam still holding Riley- he noticed her breathing return to normal, she was still gripping onto his shirt tightly.

“Dada.”

Riley’s eyes widened, she gulped. Liam just assumed it was coincidence, baby’s his age picked up little words as they were learning. Scrutinising the room, she saw a figure in the corner- arms folded, legs crossed, providing that infamous cheeky grin. Closing her eyes, she hoped once they opened that it was an hallucination. Slowly and hesitantly, opening them- the man she recognised was looking at her, then at Liam, then at Lucas before returning his gaze on her.

“Leo.” She whispered, still holding tightly on to Liam- still in denial. Liam pressed a soft tender kiss on her forehead- oblivious to where her gaze was focused. The figure bent down to kiss Lucas, before coming closer towards Riley and Liam. Carrying on blinking, she wanted to run out of the room. He bent down in front of them, she saw the line across his neck. Reaching out for her hand, she flinched at the coldness.

“I love you my best friend. I love Lucas. Look after him. Li will look after you both. Forgive me?”

Closing her eyes, she kept reminding herself that it was her imagination playing tricks on her. Opening her eyes he was gone. Liam had left her sat on the bed. Playing with Lucas, he felt a hand on his shoulder- looking behind him there was no one there. Returning playing with Lucas- there was a whisper in his ear.

“I’m so sorry little bro. Look after them both for me. I love you.”

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admin-in-residence · 5 years

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The Arcade Queen (Billy Hargrove X Reader)

Welp. I fell really hard into Stranger Things, and it resulted in this little fic. Bear with me as I normally don’t write things like this. This is meant to be a Billy Hargrove X Reader, and I might make it into a mini-series if anyone wants me to continue it, this is more like a small drabble and an attempt at writing for Stranger Things. In this fic, the reader is still in school but is the assistant manager for The Palace, the arcade.

Extra: After finishing this I am so sorry for the atrocity you're about to read.

Summary: Being the assistant Arcade Manager means you have a lot of responsibilities; repairs, cleaning, and closing for the night. However, on this night, you have a small encounter with Billy Hargrove

Working at the Palace Arcade had its perks, especially working as the assistant manager. For the most part, you could stay behind the scenes working on paperwork and expenses, ordering in new prizes.

The downside was when your co-worker couldn’t make it in for their closing shift. For 2 hours tonight you had been in charge of anything, from malfunctioning machines to trading in prizes and anything in between, all the while trying to clean up so that you could get out of work shortly after the arcade closed for the night.

Ten minutes to 11:00 you began your warnings to the few remaining players lingering around, trying their hardest to beat previous scores and earn their places. For the most part, people heeded your warnings, finishing the games they departed, hearts filled with sorrows at another failed chance of beating their rivals.

5 minutes to 11:00 and the only people left in the arcade were your regulars, Mike, Dustin, Lucas and Will along with the newcomer, Max.

“You guys have until the bathrooms are cleaned, to finish your games, and go home for the night!” You called to them, hearing them give cheers knowing full well that it would take another 15 minutes.

As you worked on the bathrooms, you could hear excited shouts from the small group you had left in the main part of the arcade, one of them was going above and beyond and by the sounds of it about to beat another high score.

When you finally finished cleaning and returned to the front of the arcade, you were greeted by fanfare and you smiled at the kids standing proudly in front of you.

“Alright, I’ll bite. Who was it this time?” You asked, referring to the happy faces in front of you.

Max shyly cleared her throat.

Despite seeing how confident the girl was in front of her friends, and in front of others...and witnessing the fights she had with her brother both at school and when she was dropped off at the arcade, the girl seemed to shut herself up into a little bundle of nerves when speaking to you.

“Well, congrats for that Max.” You praised the young girl, “We’ll have to think about finding some sort of championship arcade event for you to compete in.”

The boys instantly started echoing your statement, and as you ushered them out the door, you could hear their voices fade away into the night, all of them on their way home.

As you finished your last-minute chores before you too locked up and went home for the night, you heard scuffling from outside.

The events from the past year and the disappearances of Will and Barb had put many on edge, and despite Will being back and the police announcing that there was no reason to worry any longer, you still carried some stuff in your bag just in case of emergencies.

So here you were, all by you're lonesome, tiptoeing around to look beside the arcade, perfume in one hand and a broom in the other. Right as you went to turn the corner, you heard more scuffling and shifting.

You leapt around the corner, letting out a loud shout as you waved the broom handle and sprayed perfume.

As you opened your eyes, you saw Max, wide-eyed and standing a few feet away from where your broom handle had been whipped around.

“Max!?” You shouted, dropping the broom.

“Uh...hey Y/N.” Max greeted with a shy, nervous wave. Resting a hand over your racing heart you gave a loud sigh.

“God, you gave me a heart attack! What are you still doing here?” You exclaimed, your racing heart calming.

“Uh...no reason, just hanging around!” Max said. “What were you er...doing with the broom...and...?”

She pointed to the perfume bottle clasped tightly in your hand.

“Do you have to clean the parking lot too?” She jested.

“Very funny Maxine.” You teased, picking up the broom handle, “And no. I thought that instead of a kid ‘just hanging around’ That someone or something else might be lingering around. So the perfume was meant to be for whatever was here...thankfully it didn’t get into your eyes.”

“Eyes?” She questioned.

“Yeah? If you were actually in trouble you could spray it into your attackers' eyes, and it would blind them for a moment, so then you can-”

“Beat them with a broom.” Max finished.

“Well. In this case yes...but your just a kid, so you shouldn’t have to worry about any of that stuff.” You said softly, “But...it still doesn’t explain what you're still doing here at...11:20. Arcades closed, you all got extra time too.”

Max stood in front of you, her arms crossed and face turned away from you.

“Waiting.” She finally said, however, she said it so quickly you almost missed it.

“Waiting.” You echoed. “For who?”

“My brother,” Max said quickly again.

Seeing that she clearly didn’t want to talk about it, and also seeing that she was without a sweatshirt, and even with one you were shivering from the cold Hawkins air, you finally decided that any chance of you going home early tonight would have to wait.

“Alright, well you can wait for him inside instead of wandering around out here by your self.”

“What?” She said, face snapping to yours, “I thought the arcade was closed.”

“Well I forgot that I had some paperwork to finish and my boss would lose it if I didn’t, so you mise well wait inside with me.”

The two of you made your way back inside and you grabbed some paperwork you had originally left for your next shift from the back.

Max stood with her hands in her pockets, standing by the door, watching as every car, albeit few, passed by the arcade.

“So. Your brother this late all the time?” You spoke to Max.

“Never.” She said softly.

You picked your head up, looking to the younger girl.

“Well, that's nice...at least not tonight...but it’s awfully nice of Billy to drive you around.” You said, thinking about her older brother. He was in your grade, but the two of you hadn’t really talked, not having any periods together in school.

Max stayed quiet.

“Well, you know I could give you a ride if you want? I don’t mind if you don’t want to keep waiting.”

“I have to wait,” Max said quietly. “Billy will get in trouble if he doesn’t bring me home.”

“Well...alright.” You replied, going back to the paperwork. “Got any quarters left?”

“Huh?”

“I’m just saying if you got any quarters left, you can play a couple rounds of whatever you like. I can keep an eye on the door.”

It took Max a minute, but a little while after your final statement, she wandered away and you heard the familiar noise of a quarter slipping into a machine, and the game come alive.

You kept an eye on the clock, not willing to be here past midnight, you decided that you would just take her home, either way, a little before midnight.

A little after 11:45 you heard the purr of Billy’s Camaro roar into the parking lot. You looked up, seeing Max had once again immersed herself in a game her back turned to you, and she clearly hadn’t heard her brother pull in.

You set your pen down and walked to the door, opening it and taking a step outside, seeing Billy running his hands through his hair as he stepped out, turning every which way clearly searching for his sister.

“Hey, Hargrove.” You called out, hoping to give him a jump, however, he turned around always playing it cool.

“Y/N Right?” He said. “I’m looking for...”

“Max. I know she's in here finishing up a game...why don’t you come in?” You said, holding the door open. Billy stood by his car for a second, clearly thinking about what you said, and you half expected him to just walk in and drag his sister out, however, he threw out his cigarette and came up to you, stepping into the arcade.

“Don’t worry Hargrove, I won’t tell anyone that you're hanging around in the arcade.” You teased as you followed behind him. You heard him give a small chuckle in front of you.

“It’s Y/N. Right?” He said, turning around.

“Wow. So Billy Hargrove does know my name.” You laughed, making your way back to the counter to grab the sheets of paper and tuck them in the manager's office. However, seeing a scrap piece of paper on the desk you grabbed a pen scrawling something quickly and tucking it into your pocket.

Coming back you saw Billy leaning against the counter, his eyes on Max who somehow still hadn’t realized her brother was here.

“She's a good kid you know.” You said, leaning next to Billy, “And a great gamer. You should find her some sort of championship or something to compete in.”

“Shes a little shit,” Billy said, but the usual angry and rough tone wasn’t with the statement, it sounded lost and distant, a whisper in the woods.

“Well. If you ever need any help with her or need me to give her a ride, I won’t mind. I know she was worried about it when I asked her about it...said you’d get in trouble, but really. If you need anything...I’m typically here” You gestured.

Just as you finished your minor speech, you heard the familiar chimes of ‘Game Over’ with a combined happy shout.

“Hey Y/N! I did it again, I just beat this record!” Max exclaimed, her happy face turning upside down when she caught sight of her brother.

“Billy.” She gulped.

“Alright, little shit. Get in the car.” Billy said. Max wasted no time, giving you a small thank you and departed the arcade.

“Thanks, for watching over her while I was late,” Billy said turning around to leave, and you had a silly grin on your face, hearing the Hargrove give you a genuine thank you.

“Anytime.” You replied. Your heart raced, but you hesitantly called out to Billy once more, his face turning.

You bounded up to him and slipped the paper into his pocket.

“My number, just in case you ever need someone to get Max.” You said.

Billy tucked the paper further into his pocket, in order for it to not slip away and he gave you a cheesy smile.

“Do I have to just use it for Max?” He asked, his voice dropping lower, growing huskier, and your heart was practically visible as it beat out of your chest.

“No, if you ever need me I’ll be there too.” You whispered. Billy’s smile grew larger, and he took your hand in his own, raising it up to his lips to press a kiss to it.

“Good to know, darling.” He chuckled, and like the wind, he slipped out the door, with a soft goodnight.

You stood frozen, shell shocked, heart, beating way too fast to be considered healthy as you heard and saw the Camaro pull away and drive off into the night.

Backing up, you slipped down sitting with your back against the counter, resting your gifted hand over your heart, willing for it to both calm down, yet never stop beating for the handsome Billy Hargrove.

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Part 2

#billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove #stranger things #stranger things 2 #stranger things 3 #stranger things x reader #max mayfield

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infinitum-imaginaerum · 6 years

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UMBRA | LUCAS

Bodyguard!AU | Mini-Series

Words | 2,700+

Language, mature themes, mentions of death, illegality; we’ll see where else this goes

I | II

Holed up in your room was where you spent most of your time these days. With the dark halls of marble flooring and Victorian architecture accentuating every sound ever made in the house you were forced to live in, it was hardly a good idea to be wandering around, especially since the next to silent padding of your feet was about the loudest noise on the face of the planet in the middle of the night.

It was an interesting lifestyle you had to live considering you were essentially the target for any potential blackmail or ransom, the type of exposure your family couldn’t risk. Your mother had feared so much for your safety, she often argued with your father about it—booming through the aforementioned halls when your father insisted that you had to live your own life, with her retorting that she wasn’t going to lose you because of his past. Karma was a bitch, and because of your father’s rather nefarious and disillusioned lifestyle when he first met your mother, you were trapped in his luxurious quarters potentially until his death.

After a couple of failed attempts to run away—much to your chagrin, but owed to your father’s assistance—you were essentially under twenty four hour surveillance. The extravagance of your father’s home allowed for the Umbra to be live in assistants.

The Umbra…there was a high turnover when it came to them thanks to your mother. Your parents met on a job, your father participating in undisclosed gang-esque related ordeals, your mother the hired protection. She was highly experienced in the field of assassination, a bounty hunter per se. She taught you everything you needed to know about growing up in this type of household, the types of people you’d no doubt come inadvertently into contact with because of their reputation and she wanted to you be prepared.

But perhaps she prepared you a little too much.

Back to the Umbra. You often gave them the slip, your hiding and escape skills far superior to most of the men your father hired which proved to truly irritate both of them.

That’s the argument you had the misfortune to overhear. They were down the hall just a little way from your room in the master bedroom, the door closed but it didn't matter. The argument was loud enough to let the residence in on the particularly convoluted situation.

“It’s the fourth time this week she’s gotten out of this house! What type of guys are you hiring, because they all seem quite incompetent to me! How hard can it be to keep tabs on a little girl!” Your mother’s voice boomed down the hall and permeated through your door, the shrillness of her voice able to penetrate your earbuds.

You raised an eyebrow, removing a bud from your ear to change your motive from overhearing to eavesdropping.

“At some point you have to come to accept that she’s top tier in the department of mischief and getting away with it with a mother like you.” Your father seemed to be taunting your mother, laughing off his previous statement and you could only imagine the enraged look on your mother’s face as she stared down the man she married.

Your parent’s marriage had been on the outs lately because of you. You couldn’t spend your whole life cooped up in their house—it became quickly apparent just how necessary it still was when you unintentionally got an Umbra killed in the line of duty, trying to protect you from the vengeful outside world. It was at that point that your mother realized your father had continued with his risky business.

“Oh, so now it’s my fault her life is in danger? Maybe if you hadn’t led such a flowing blood trail, they wouldn’t know that you even had a daughter in the first place!”

You winced at the unceremonious sounds of glass smashing around on the marble floor. He was a whiskey sipper and it didn’t take long anymore for your father to become a complete fool and get a little aggressive with your mother. You didn’t have to guess what the sound was—you father had intentionally chucked his glass to the floor to make a point—and silence ensued. Your mother was used to this by now; divorce was just around the corner.

“You are the one who taught her how to protect herself—she’ll use it on anyone she deems threatening,” he slurred, successfully ticking his wife off even more than she already was.

“You’d think men who are trained to deal with this type of thing would be able to handle it. She’s just a little girl.”

“You keep saying that but she’s of age now. Do you remember where you were at when you were twenty one? You had fifty kills under your belt,” his punitive voice reminded her, dripping with venom though a little slurred.

“You will always find a way to turn this on me.”

“So what do you suggest then, all-seeing-eye?”

Another unceremonious smashing of glasses jerked you under your covers. It was already so late at night and you had been trying to sleep, relaxing to the placid music in your ears, the moonlight trickling through your blinds just enough to illuminate the room to realize every detail of it as you glowered at nothing in particular.

The silence continued, which was a little disconcerting. Your father asked a question, and he mostly demanded answers so when no reply came, you ripped the covers away from your body and tossed your headphones to the side and touched your feet to the soft shag rug covering the chilled marble flooring of your room.

It took only a moment for your feet to slide into the slippers you left next to your bed and head out the door of your bedroom. The Umbra posted outside your door turned, concernedly, to give you a look and reached his arm out to block you from advancing, but you shoved it out of the way, almost completely disregarding him. You shuffled down the hall to the Dutch doors of your parents’ bedroom, having every intention of throwing them open to ask what could possibly be so pressing and heated to be breaking glass, but you were stopped when another hand grabbed your arm.

“Step off,” you growled, turning your widened eyes to the man stopping your attempts. He was suit clad, as all of them were. The sheer determination in your eye to interrupt their little conference was nearly dreadful.

“I’m ordered to keep you out of the room,” he tried, voice firm but intention unsure.

“I’m ordering you to take a fucking hike,” you snapped back, “This is entirely my business—it’s not as if I couldn’t hear the whole conversation from my bedroom.”

He released your arm, a man whose name was entirely unknown to you as the turnover of these men was so great, you could hardly keep their names straight before they were replaced by new employees.

Your attention shifted back to the Dutch doors, not even bothering to turn the handle as you heaved the center crease, propelling both doors open and shake the walls upon impact, disturbing the wall adornments in the near vicinity.

Two sets of eyes were immediately on you as you scanned the luxurious master bedroom before landing on the culprits of your disturbance. The man who previously tried to stop you stood tall and presented, waiting to speak once spoken to, but your parents had other ideas.

Glossy eyes fell unto them, waiting for an explanation once you checked that everyone was in one piece, that there were no mishaps like you initially suspected. Glass scattered the floor, expensive whiskey trickling in this direction and that, your father sitting and your mother standing, enough distance between them.

They both looked at you, waiting for you to say something, so you took it upon yourself to open the conversation.

“What the fuck is so important that you must discuss so stridently past midnight?”

Your mother approached you, reaching out a hand to perhaps offer some solace from the hostility she knew you’d overheard, but you clouted it away.

“I mean, I know what you’re discussing, but does it have to be done so noisily and, I don’t know, so inconveniently?” you inquired, disregarding your mother’s proximity and focused a majority of your attention and the entirety of your gaze on your temperately toasted father.

“Your father and I were discussing his inability to hire anyone even abstemiously qualified to keep watch of you while we sort out his retirement.”

She used the term retirement very loosely. It really was just to cover up the fact that while your mother had been kept in the dark, your father couldn’t let go of his old life and continued to indulge in pilfering everything from money to fine art, cars to properties—whether that involved violent ends or not was not your business, but seemed to be a bastardized clarification of why it was your problem.

Despite all of that, your father was a successful businessman, legally. He used gargantuan proportions of his wealth for charity purposes and auctioneering. If that was to cleanse his wrongdoings in some sick and twisted way, that was his shtick; at any rate, it caused a lot of elegant and, for lack of better words, superfluous gatherings at your estate. You called it superfluous, because it was really just a gaudy attempt to prove your father’s status in the community—and what better way to do so than throw extravagant cocktail parties—since he’d been questioned by other members of the community of his authenticity. But who really needed authenticity when it was all about charity in the first place.

Amongst the vast amounts of people who attended these events, which were typically celebrations for winning a high bid or for receiving a letter of recognition for contributions, there could be anyone looking to end your father, or, perhaps, yourself. That was where the Umbra came in.

“If you honestly expect me to be under twenty four hour surveillance by a man twice my age and me be quite unprotestingly accepting of it, I think the both of you need to reevaluate. I want nothing more than to remove myself from these slime balls. It’s disgusting to be so objectified by middle-aged men.”

Silence fell over your little family, the realization of your discontentment with the Umbra finally washing over the face of your mother. You’d leave it to them to figure out, “Clean this up, and try to actually let the residence of this house, including myself, get some sleep.”

You dismissed yourself, spinning on the polished floor to head back to your room. The shuffles among the silence seemed to be deafening, only drowned by the clopping of black dress shoes as those on duty returned to their assigned posts.

Pithily, you slammed your room door and crawled back into bed, hardly having the mind to remove your slippers, pleased when they removed themselves, descending to the floor at their own volition. The covers had been half-tucked over your body, face down in the pillows and forcefully shut your eyes in otiose attempts to sleep.

Days passed and for once the quarrelling ceased. It was the first time in a while that you’d approached them in such a manner. It was disrespectful, sure, but it appeared to be the only avenue by which you could get both of them to listen at the same time.

There was muttering amongst many of the house staff about a new young hire, information attempting to be hidden from you, as they all knew how much you just adored new Umbra hires. It must have been the reason your mother called for your appearance in the foyer in the first place. She could hear you coming down the hall, the almost silent clops of suede peep-toe wedges making your presence known.

“This is my gorgeous daughter, your assignment.” Your mother was in the middle of a sentence when you’d finally made it within ear shot. You knew you should have worn something besides what you were. A rayon crepe black sundress. Of course, the dress was flattering. A simple but elegant white floral print, fit and flare cut, puff sleeves and a regency style lace trimmed neckline to top it all off. Your hair in loose beach curls shrouded a bit of your face as you avoided gaze with the new hire.

You had anticipated mental drools, a predatory look of epic proportions—the type you normally got but gave your best attempt to brush off. You stance was implicative of your mood, hip jutted to the side with your arms crossed over your chest, very closed off body language. Out of the corner of your eye, though, you didn’t notice the stares you were used to.

He examined your face, the spoiled brat look written all over it. Fancy makeup, shimmery earrings, perfectly styled hair and flattering but expensive clothing. You were the definition of an only child to a filthy rich set of parents. His gaze never faltered from your eyes, though you knew he was scanning every bit of you he could see, but not in an objectifying way—it was almost as if he was measuring you up.

It was your turn to give him a good judging onceover. His suit was perfectly pressed and his stance was secure, feet shoulder width apart, chest out and shoulders square, hands hooked behind his back, jaw firm and head high. He was as legit as they came, so you softened a little.

Amidst your final mental verdict, your mother was calling your name somewhere in the back of your mind. Once you finally snapped back to reality, your mother cordially introduced you to one another.

“This is Wong Yukhei, a prospect from Hong Kong. He’s come a long way—”

You were already done listening, distracted by his sharp features. For such a young man, his jawline and cheekbones were pretty set. His eyes, a gorgeous mix between coffee and ebony, serious and attentive, stared you down. You examined the rest of his features. His nose was straight, buttoned on the end. His jaw tightened when your eyes fell onto his lips. They were a pale muted rose, top thicker than bottom and before you were staring too long, your eyes regarded his honey brown locks, parted on the side, hardly considered combed—some tassels were falling into his eyes.

He was tall, an observation you’d missed upon first sight and judging by his stance, his set jaw, and the wear of his pants, he was fit. He had to be for this type of job, especially considering your agility and tendency to disappear unwarranted.

His ears were pierced. That Cupid’s bow was something else, glittering in the dim light of the foyer, all natural light from the skylights above. His neck was long and slender, fading into square shoulders with the curve of his traps, which you only became aware of by the fit of his jacket, hung up a little too high for a normal boy his age. He was easily unlike anything you’d ever experienced around here before.

When he finally spoke, his voice was something ethereal. For such a young man, his pitch was deep, too deep. You hadn’t even realized your mother had stopped talking until he was speaking. His voice was velvet in your ears. Suddenly, you were moving. Despite his velvet voice, you were finding it difficult to focus on exactly what he was saying—it was short lived and your mother was talking again as you headed down the hall, herself at the head of the train and you the caboose, sandwiching Yukhei between to take the first right, which was the hallway your bedroom was down.

Speaking of, your mother mentioned you being Yukhei’s new assignment. Your heart skipped a beat; it had to have, when your mother stopped at the door across the hall from your bedroom. What had happened to the previous resident of that room? It was always a seamless transition when someone new took that room.

“… the bathroom is that door there…”

You were almost panicking when she pointed to your door. Yukhei was so serious about this job; he didn’t even turn to look at it and took the information at face value, having no particular significance or point of interest to him. It was a job, a job he was paid for, a professional job.

Wong Yukhei was your new personal bodyguard.

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fangirlinganditswonders · 7 years

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Hawkins’ sweetheart (Billy Hargrove imagine)

► Summary: When the reader comes back to Hawkins she doesn’t expect that Billy Hargrove, the new boy in town, is going to suppose such an important piece on her messed up life.

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► Pair: Billy Hargrove x reader

► Warnings: Some swearing

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“You sure you want to go back to school this soon?” You looked at the woman on the driver’s seat and smile. You knew she was only worried about you. Visiting your mother was always hard for you, a true roller coaster that left you exhausted and besides there was the planes you had to take to get to Washington. “Totally sure Kelly… I’ve missed being a normal teen. God! I’ve even missed this town” She chuckled and her eyes went to you for a few seconds before locking them on the road again. “I mean it, you don’t have to worry, besides I’m looking forward to meet my friends and Steve, I’ve really missed that little dumbass.”

Steve Harrington, your cousin and the person you’ve missed the most during your month away. Of course you talked almost every day, some of them spending hours on the phone, especially when he told you about her breakup with Nancy or how the things with Will were going. Unlike Steve you were aware of everything going on with Will’s situation almost since the beginning thanks to your friendship with Jonathan Byers. Ever since you were a kid Steve had always been there, he was almost like an elder brother instead of a cousin. When you made it to high school you both made new friends and didn’t spend as much time together but you were still very close. That was the moment when you got closer to Jonathan thanks to both of your love for photography. Even though they are very different they were your closest and most important friends. When you left to Washington Will was back from the upside down but a few of you had started to notice that maybe things were not as normal and fine as they seemed. You felt horrible when you heard everything that happened during your absence but you had to do it, you’d promised her and even though she wouldn’t admit it she needed you more than you could ever imagine. Now it seemed like everything had gone back to normal and you were looking forward to see everyone again.

“I can imagine than you won’t go straight towards home after school” Kelly looked at you with a brow raised and you smiled as innocently as you could. “There’s a lot I need to catch up on” “Fine, but I’ll wait for you to have dinner together, I’m making the zucchini cake you love that much” “You know I love you, right?” “Yeah, yeah…” “See you tonight!” You said leaving the vehicle.

You heard the car leaving the parking lot while your eyes scanned everything; you had truly missed this place a lot. Some familiar faces started to get spotted by you while they walked towards their first period. It didn’t take long until you heard someone calling your name. Mike, Dustin, Lucas and Will were running towards you, a huge smile on your face by seeing them again. They didn’t wait; the four of them hugged you at the same time when they got to you.

“You’re finally back!” Dustin said with a huge smile on his face. “We’ve missed you” Will added. “Oh guys I’ve missed you so much” You said between chuckles at seeing their smiling faces and then you saw one you didn’t recognize. There was a red haired girl a few steps away from you with a shy smile on her face. You looked at the boys waiting for them to introduce her. “Y/N, this is Max” Lucas said taking her by the hand and approaching her to you. “Hi Max, nice to meet you” You extended your hand and she took it, her smile widening. “When did you get here?” Mike asked. “Just yesterday night.” “And you’re already attending school?” Dustin asked furrowing “You still so responsible uh?” You shrugged and laughed. “Looks like” “We have so many things to tell you” Mike said and you already knew one of them, but of course you were not cutting his hype off. “And I’m eager to hear all of them”

After a few more minutes they left to their first period and you did the same thing. Going to your locker seemed almost impossible that day, many classmates and some other people who could be called friends stopped you to give you their welcome hug. It was easy to guess that you were one of those persons who were liked by everyone, or that’s what people trend to say. Some people called you “Hawkins sweetheart” for a reason, it was difficult for you to dislike someone but hey, everything is possible. When you finally made it to your locker you found a yellow post-it stuck on the metallic door. It only said “Welcome back meathead”. A wide smile appeared on your face, there was only one person who called you that, and that smile got even wider when you heard his voice behind you before his arms pulled you into a hug by your shoulders. You turned to him with the intention of hugging him properly but you stopped as soon as you saw the condition of his face.

“Oh my God! Steve what happened?” He lowered his stare with a bitter smile on his face. “Yes… Maybe I forgot to explain you some things…” “Some things? Are you kidding me? What happened?” “It’s a long story and I want a hug from my favorite cousin” You didn’t want to push more but the curiosity and worrying was eating your guts. Before you could say another word he pulled you into a tight hug which you gave back. “I’m so happy you’re finally back” He said when you separated. “I hope you don’t have plans after school cause I’ve planned to kidnap you for the entire afternoon” “I was already counting on that but…” He raised his left brow “I won’t be able to if you don’t tell me right now what happened to you” He sighed heavily. “You couldn’t leave your stubbornness at Washington, couldn’t you?” You just shrugged and he scoffed. “Oh come on. You would do the exact same thing if I came to you with my face like… that without you expecting it” You defended yourself pointing at his face with your index. “I told you, it’s a long story” “Shorten it up Steve” “Do you remember the boy I talked you about, Billy Hargrove?” Of course you did. At that point just the sound of that name made you roll your eyes. Steve made sure no one was close enough to hear what he was going to say next. “Well, the night when everything happened… You know… Laboratory… The portal being closed…” You nodded “Well, Billy went to the Byers house looking for her sister Max” “Wait, Max like in the red haired girl that hangs out with the boys?” He nodded “Well… It didn’t end up well, not for me but neither for him. He got drugged and almost hit with a nailed bat by Max” “But… Why did you got into a fight with him? What exactly happened?” “He got violent with the kids, especially Lucas and I couldn’t let that happen” “Oh Steve… You’re going to be such a great mom” You joked making him roll his eyes. “Now seriously… That Billy did really hit you good” You raised your hand to his cheekbone, which was pretty bruised. “Haven’t you seen him yet?” He asked between surprised and relieved. “Maybe… Maybe not. I don’t even know how the guy looks like” He scoffed again. “Trust me, it’s easy to recognize him; he’s the only one wearing a…” Steve’s words were cut when the principal called you. He wanted you to go to his office to explain you some things and works you needed to do to catch up and explain some more things so your conversation with Steve had to wait.

The meeting lasted more than you expected and you were late to your first period but you guessed the teacher would be comprehensive about it, but still you didn’t like the fact of being late to your first class after a month. Lots of papers were on your hands now, most of them about works to be done or homework but there were also some interesting ones like the program of the Snowball which was happening in less than a week. You were so focused on the papers and the amount of stuff you had to do you didn’t have time to react when, turning in a corner, a male body appeared out of nowhere and you stumbled into it making most of the papers you were holding fall and spread on the floor. Cursing on the inside you crouched down to start picking and reorganizing them, a second pair of hands appeared on your view and you raised your head to meet with a face you hadn’t seen before. It was a boy with dark blond hair which he wore into a mullet full of disorganized curls, blue eyes and a charming smirk on his face.

“Sorry” You quickly said going back to your full height again. He mimicked you after a second. “I didn’t see you, I was too focused on these damn papers…” “No problem doll” He said still with that smirk that was starting to make you nervous, and not just the smirk, but the way he was staring at you… Way too intense for a first meeting. “What are you doing out of class?” He asked leaning his shoulder against the wall next to him. “Oh, I was at the principal’s office” “Did you get into any trouble?” He asked playfully “No, no, no” Although you didn’t know it, the fact that you were acting so innocent was just making yourself even more appealing to him. “I was at some kind of meeting… I just came back to town and there were some things that…” “Wait, are you Y/N?” He interrupted you. “Uh… Yes… How do you…?” “Know your name?” He asked interrupting you again. Usually you would get annoyed at someone doing that but you couldn’t feel otherwise than nervous under his stare and his charm, and you hated it. You just nodded as an answer. “I’ve been hearing about you for the last few days. Some people seemed very excited about you coming back” His stare went up and down your body to finally lock his eyes on yours again “And I think I’m starting to understand why…” “And what’s your name by the way?” You asked trying to conceal the fact that his charming was winning over you, and he knew that. The blonde haired guy opened his mouth to introduce himself when a third voice sounded at the end of the hallway. “Y/N!” You didn’t see it cause you were looking at Steve as he walked angrily towards the two of you, but on the face of the blue eyed boy a playful smirk substituted the flirtatious one he had seconds ago. The first thing Steve did when he finally got to you was grabbing your wrist and pull you away from the new boy. “No need to be that aggressive with the lady Harrington, we were just talking” “Stay the hell away from her Hargrove” Wait, what? You looked at the blonde boy over Steve’s shoulder as he looked at you and winked before walking away. Steve then turned to you. “What were you doing with Billy Jackass Hargrove?” He asked clearly annoyed.

No way that was the infamous Billy Hargrove. Why didn’t anyone tell you he was so damn goodlooking?

(PART 2)

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nailriddenbat · 7 years

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Operation Henderson and Harrington Pt. 6 ~ Mini-Series

Summary: The kids take it upon themselves to test their matchmaking skills. With a little help, they form a plot to get you and Steve together by Halloween.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x (Henderson!You) Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Language! Mostly from Dustin.

A/N: Alright guys. This is the second to last part of Operation Henderson and Harrington. Part Seven will be the last installment. Here we go!

Part One ~ Part Two ~ Part Three ~ Part Four ~ Part Five ~ Part Six ~ Part Seven FINALE

Tags: I HAVE MOVED THEM TO THE VERY END OF THE POST!

The Seventh and FINAL Phase of Operation Henderson and Harrington: Get Y/N and Steve together.

Your confidence was gone and you were convinced that some sort of supernatural entity had taken over your body for that tiny second. “Tell me about it, stud.” What was THAT?

“They’re not talking,” Max whispered to Dustin.

“Give them time. My sister does nothing but talk. She’ll start up soon,” Dustin shrugged Max off.

Lucas raised an eyebrow and glanced over at you and Steve. The two of you were looking around at everything except each other. Lucas looked back at Dustin and shook his head, “This doesn’t look good.”

“I don’t think we should have meddled with this, Dustin,” Will had to agree with Lucas.

You glanced over at the kids, watching as they huddled together to talk amongst themselves. You and Steve hadn’t said two words to each other and you were beginning to seriously doubt your choice of words from before.

While you were dealing with your own anxiety, Steve was dealing with his. He was stumped. He had no idea how to approach you or what to even say. He kicked at a small rock, watching it roll across the street before he walked over to you, hands deep in his pocket. “What do you think they’re chatting about?” he asked you.

You looked over at him but didn’t say anything. You screamed at yourself to speak like a normal human being but your brain took a moment to catch up. “No idea,” was all you had to say.

Steve nodded his head slowly and looked around, taking a deep breath. He went to run his hands through his hair but remembered it was still slicked back, so he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

You caught notice of the motion and couldn’t help but chuckle.

“What?” Steve questioned you as he turned his head back towards you.

“Nothing,” you waved your hand at him. “It’s just… the fact that you can’t run your fingers through your hair right now is probably killing you.”

He chuckled with you and nodded his head to tell you that you were right. “It is,” he answered truthfully.

“Nervous habit?” you asked him.

“Sort of,” he said. He looked at you for a moment before he started to grin a little bit, “Are you picking up on my habits, Henderson?”

Your cheeks turned bright red and you looked away. “I just know you really well, I guess,” you tried to speak but your voice cracked halfway through and you cleared your throat quickly.

Steve watched as you looked away, his gaze soft. “I think we both know each other pretty well, Y/N,” he said softly.

Don’t look at him. Don’t look at him. Don’t look at him. You knew if you did, you’d be a goner. The soft tone of his voice and the look in his eyes were enough to drive you crazy.

“They’re talking,” El observed. She kept her eyes on you and Steve, smiling a little as she watched the small exchanges between the two of you.

Everyone went to turn their heads to look over at you both but Dustin snapped his fingers. “Don’t look all at the same time! Are you nuts? We might as well just give ourselves away!” he yelled at them.

“So what are we supposed to do? Just stand around and wait for them to make a move? We could be here for years because they’re clearly not doing anything,” Lucas sighed.

“But guys…” Dustin tried to talk.

“We should just head back to my house,” Mike sad. “Chief Hopper and Joyce are going to be there soon so they can pick up El, Will and Max, and Mrs. Sinclair will be there too.”

“You tried, Dustin,” Max patted his shoulder gently before she turned to you and Steve, and shouted out, “Hey! Let’s head back to the Wheeler’s!”

Dustin walked forward as he cursed, “Fine. Forget the whole damn plan then. Operation Henderson and Harrington is over.” He was upset, aggravated, and frustrated. He couldn’t understand what went wrong and why his friends gave up so quickly. The plan was foolproof. It should have worked. There should have been instantaneous results. But instead, there was nothing. He noticed you two were barely talking. He noticed the huge gap between the two of you. The plan sucked. Operation Henderson and Harrington had failed on the final phase.

“Guess Halloween night is over,” you sighed. “Let’s get the little shits home.”

“If you want I could drive you and Dustin home,” Steve offered. He explained that his car was parked by Mike’s house since that’s where they started off.

You nodded your head and accepted the offer before the two of you caught up with the kids. They were much quieter and seemed to be upset about something. El leaned into your side and you walked with your arm around her shoulder, unsure about what could have happened.

Steve’s eyes fell to Dustin. He moved around the group and bumped his arm into his gently. Dustin refused to look up at him and Steve nudged him again. “Hey kid,” he muttered. “What’s your damage?”

Dustin shook his head. “It’s nothing,” he was very short and abrupt with Steve.

You caught the exchange from the back of the group and bit down on your lower lip. Something was up and the sooner you get home, the sooner you could talk to Dustin.

The parents, with the exception of your Mom, were all waiting on the lawn. They all had smiles on their faces as they caught you walking up and the kids were eager to run forward so they could tell them all about the night. El pulled away from you and ran to Hopper, who dropped down to pick her up and kiss her cheek.

Joyce looked up from hugging Will and caught your costume, then caught Steve’s costume. She smiled widely, “I didn’t know you guys were planning on being Sandy and Danny!”

Hopper looked over at them, his eyebrows pushed together. “Matching costumes?” he asked he rolled his eyes. “Teenagers are lame.”

“It was completely unintentional, I can assure you,” you tried to laugh a little.

Immediately after you spoke, Dustin turned around sharply and walked over to Steve’s car. Everyone watched him go and Joyce leant over to you, asking if he was okay. You explained that he must have been so tired and looked over at Steve, telling him that it was time to go.

You all parted ways after Hopper thanked you for taking care of El for him. Dustin climbed into the back of the car as you sat in front and you noticed the other kids looking over at Dustin with sad expressions. Steve climbed in a minute later and started up the engine, and soon you all were on your way back home.

The car was completely silent. Music played on the radio but it was low and certainly did not help anything. Steve kept his eyes on the road, having no idea what had happened with the night. He was so sure that it was going to be a good one, but it seemed as if he had lost all courage and Y/N had lost all interest, if there was ever any interest to begin with. And what was up with Dustin’s sudden change of mood? It wasn’t like him to give Steve a cold shoulder.

You took a deep breath when the car came to a stop in front of your house. “Thank you for the ride Steve and thank you for watching Dustin all night,” you thanked him quietly.

“No thanks needed,” Steve shook his head. He turned to look back at Dustin, grinning a bit, “We had fun. Right, dipshit?”

“Yeah, it was great. A great waste of my effing time,” Dustin muttered before he climbed out of the car. He slammed the door shut and rushed away.

Your eyes went wide and you scrambled to get your seatbelt off. “I’m sorry,” you shook your head as you apologized profusely. “I’m going to go inside and talk to him. I’ll just see you at school or something, Steve.”

Steve went to say something else but stopped when you climbed out of the car. He dropped forward and rested his head on the steering wheel, groaning to himself, “What the hell just happened?”

You slammed the front door shut, startling your Mother’s cat as you moved after Dustin. “Dustin,” you snapped his name. He ignored you and moved to his room, closing the door behind him. “Dustin!” you called out to him a second time, but this time you yelled. Your Mom was in the living room and kept calling after you, trying to figure out what was going on.

You pushed your brother’s door open and ignored him when he shouted at you to get out. The door closed behind you and you stood in front of it with your hands on your hips, eyes wide with fury.

“You are going to tell me everything right now and you are not going to leave a single detail out,” you demanded.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Dustin shook his head as he sat down on his bed, tugging his jacket off.

“The whole entire night was planned by you, wasn’t it? The costumes, the meeting up, everything!”

“Y/N, it didn’t work so why does it matter?” Dustin sighed as he looked up at you. He hated when you were mad at him. This had gone all wrong and Dustin didn’t want to talk about it anymore.

“Dustin!” you cried out. “Dustin, why would you do that? Do you realize how stupid I feel?”

Your brain was racing as your eyes watered up. This had all been a set up and you felt as if you were the center of one big joke.

Dustin wiped at his eyes quickly and shook his head, “You feel stupid? I’m the one who came up with this stupid plan. How do you think I feel?”

“Well you should feel stupid!” you started to yell again before you stopped yourself and took a deep breath. You rubbed your face and tried to calm yourself down. After a few minutes you walked over to his bed and sat down. You spoke up again in a softer tone, “I didn’t mean that. You’re not stupid, Dustin.”

“I am,” he argued with you. “Everyone told me that it wouldn’t work. Lucas hated the plan. Max didn’t like it at first. Everyone just went along with it because I was a pain in the ass and I insisted that it would work. And Nancy said it would work too, and I believed her.”

Your mouth dropped open a little. Nancy and Jonathan were in on it too. Your feeling had been correct. Something was up, but you had never expected that it would be this.

“I’m going to ignore all of the details to this plan that you hatched and get right to the point,” you sighed. You looked over at your brother and whispered, “What were you trying to achieve from this?”

Dustin looked up at you as he shook his head. “You can be so oblivious sometimes, Y/N,” he said. “Steve loves you. Or likes you. It’s one or the other and I know you feel the same way. I’m a kid, I get it. I don’t know anything about relationships like you old people do. But Steve does nothing but ask about you and talk about you, and he uses me as an excuse so he could come over and see you. You both are stubborn and I thought I could help push you together. We even had a plan name.”

You listened to him carefully, feeling as if your heart was in your throat. “A plan name?” you croaked.

“Operation Henderson and Harrington,” Dustin nodded his head. “I thought it was clever.”

“Oh,” you uttered. “That’s… that is actually very clever.”

He nodded his head a bit and after a minute, he leaned in and wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug. You hugged him back, kissing the top of his head.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Dustin sighed. “I just wanted the two of you to be happy with each other.”

You felt your eyes start to water again and blinked quickly to hold them back. “I appreciate that Dustin, but please do not pull anything like this ever again,” you looked down at him as you rubbed his back. “Promise?”

“Do I have to promise?” Dustin asked.

You narrowed your eyes at him but he nodded, quickly promising that he would never meddle in your love life ever again. You thanked him before you stood up, announcing that it was time you head to bed.

Your mom opened the door and knocked on it, clearing her throat, “Y/N, Steve is here for you.”

Both you and Dustin looked at each other with wide eyes. You moved back into the living room and saw Steve standing in the front door. You had thought he would have driven home by now but you were proven wrong.

“Is everything okay?” you asked as you walked over to him.

“Everything is fine,” Steve nodded his head as he swallowed. “Do you uh…do you want to go for a drive? It won’t be long but I figured since we’re all dressed up, we might as well make the most of the night.”

“I…” you stalled with your answer. You were unsure if hanging out with him would make the night better or worse, but you felt as if he deserved to know the truth about Dustin’s plan.

“You don’t have to, Y/N,” he said. “But I want to spend more time with you and thought tonight would be good.”

He wanted to spend more time with you. Steve Harrington wanted to spend more time with you. Your decision was made after that you and you nodded your head, giving him a small smile. “Let’s go,” you nodded your head.

As you walked out of the house and Steve pulled the door shut behind you, Dustin watched with wide eyes. A smile was back on his face as he rushed to his room so he could grab his walkie talkie. He turned the knob so that he was on the proper channel to get a message out to the others, shouting a few seconds later, “Operation Henderson and Harrington is back on! I repeat, Operation Henderson and Harrington is back on! Over!”

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