Fruitypatpui

Shout out to my #1 fan

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I’m not in love.

Series containment: Zanka x Unhinged Reader

summary: started off on the wrong foot, Zanka soon realizes what’s in store for him when dealing with you. Wanting to Connect is one thing, but doing it is another can of worms. Will you let him open that can?

author’s note: HI GUYS!! Yes! It’s me!! Crewmate!! I’m back with another fanfic, and today we have a Zanka one! I actually later into creating this, wanted it to be Zanka x reader. But idk how that’s gonna happen? I chose to make it a series (knowing no one is gonna read allat) cause, I have free will 🤤. have a horrible tendency of making my y/ns (you) fairly cool. I just like you being better than everyone else! 😋. Yes, you do have undiagnosed Bipolar Disorder with rapid mood changes that cause mania of all kinds. Your instrument is a squeaky hammer that turns into a war hammer. Yes you will have great fashion. If anyone with this disorder can give me feedback on how realistic it is I would love that! Other than that, let’s go!!

warning: mentions of Suicide and self harm! Sorry for any mistakes!

Day and night were your emotions, your days felt scorching with the night softly illuminating the discoloration from the sun’s rays. You never understood why your highs bleached your lowest of lows, not like anyone stayed long enough to figure it out for you. Violent outbursts that were followed with apologies and pleading that you couldn’t control which lead into acts of burning yourself. Even as a little girl you would hit the orange squeaky hammer on your skull repeatedly till your head spun.

It was hard to stop, it made you feel alive and whole. The boils and marks showing you that you were grounded and bounded to this hellhole by flesh and bone, it showed you that you weren’t your thoughts… at least for the time being you weren’t. That toy you had since you were a kid, winning it from some brawl a bunch of older kids made with the younger ones. This magnificent hammer showing you that you were stronger than those after you, unstoppable from any force.

Your right hand man hammer, you carried it from childhood to adulthood. Still believing in the magic it held despite the cruel remarks made towards you for still keeping the childish toy. despite the hammer being worn down by time, you mended the plastic back into shape with hot metals you torched. Hot burning metals.. irons some would consider it, you weren’t unfamiliarity to such. Considering how illegal the business you were in, you knew a lot about being strapped. Your job was to find people who owe, the longer they waited for payment the more the client suffered. You didn’t mind though, as long as it wasn’t you in their place. You didn’t have the time or money to worry about them, so why would you waste your time empathizing?

You were tasked with finding a man who stopped payment a month prior. The boss telling you how it was rumored he had upped and left, sending some of his men to search his hometown—but he knew how cowardly the client was. Given the picture of him, you went off with a team of muscle. Sent to make an example out of said client.

You searched around the city nearing a polluted area. It was notorious for prostitutes as much as it was with trash beasts. A city where you could sell to get money or be sold for money. You weren’t worried about that though, any bastard who thought of coming in contact with you was oblivious or plain suicidal. Wearing a white polo dress with a mini pleated skirt, a tilted sailor cover hat rested on top of your head with stripped white and navy blue thigh highs and red heels. You were easy to spot, sure, but that was the point. Those who knew you knew who you worked for, and if you were out on the streets hunting it wasn’t a good sign.

You walked with Three lackeys on your shoulder, you walked with playful command. Your hand on your hip with each step big and long, humming and searching for the picture you had “He couldn’t have gone far…” You muttered, looking down an alley way pointing the squeaky hammer down it. You looked over at the busy sidewalk, looking at the picture then up at a man hastily walking into the crowd “Bingo we got action!” You grinned and ran into the crowd, you shoved people out the way yelling at the man “YOU BETTER HOPE YOURE FASTER!!” With a mocking tone, watching him run off and into some alleyway.

You followed him into a polluted zone, putting on your gas mask. You searched for him, stumbling upon the cleaners cleaning the area of trash beasts. You cocked you head, leaning in to see them more clearly. A boy with grey hair and deep black eyes holding some sort of staff that looked oddly similar to hachiware’s weapon. “Heeeey!!!” You yelled, walking over to them. He turned his head to stare at you and your gaggle of men, taking a step back and readying his staff “woah… I come in peace. Ain’t no need to get hostile! Just wanted to know if you’ve seen this man around?” You chuckled, playfully placing your hands up before handing him the picture. He stared at the picture then back up at you, then down at the picture, as if thinking about his next words “who wants to know?” You scoffed, looking at him with a slightly annoyed expression.

“We do. This guy isn’t who you think he is. Don’t let looks fool you.”

You spat, getting close to him. He scoffed, his annoyance now palpable

“I ain’t asking out of bias. You came up to me, don’t bite the hand that feeds you.”

“Look, it’s a yes or no question. I ain’t asking you for all that bullshit, we just wanna know if you’ve seen him. We’ll let you and your group get back to your janitor ass job.”

“Now listen here, Pun-“

His words were cut off but the sound of distance rumbling, the floor shaking violently by the sheer force of it. Looking up to see a rancid trash beasts with small several ones around it.

“Go do your job. Bitch ass nigga.” You told him, shoving him away from you. He scoffed and shoved you back, which in turned caused you to punch him square in his jaw. The supports immediately rushing in to attack and defend the presumed giver, your lackey’s pushing and stopping them from helping. You both fought, looking over to see a trash beast sprinting to you both. You stood up and twirled the squeaky hammer, the seemingly harmless plaything turning into a huge warhammer. Picking it up with ease and clout it upwards at the beast with a twist of your arm slamming it back on the ground under the face of your hammer.

“You gonna let me do your job for you, Bitch!!?” You yelled at the cleaner, kicking him up. He looked furious, refocusing his attention onto the mission he was assigned himself.

You twisted and twirled, taking out trash beasts one by one with a giggle “your job is actually fun!” You laughed at the boy, watching him clobber the blue sasumata’s handle into the forehead of the monster, breaking its skull with a simple wack upon it.

You felt on top of the world, godsend. You chose when these animals lived or died, the thought of having such judgement bringing you euphoria. You swear each leap you took allowed the air to kiss your lungs, each minor set back that would cause you to slam down into rubble reminded you of your worldly existence, but each bounce you landed got you closer to the sphere—hell you were the sphere. Divine and ethereal with each slap the face of your hammer did, or the crack from their skulls that echoed loudly in your mind like drums. You never noticed how colorful polluted areas could be, colorful all thanks to you, divine one.

You didn’t realize you had taken off the gas mask, your pupils completely blown wide. You didn’t need that stupid thing, it wasn’t helping you anyhow! Help… that word brought a thousand statements and questions into your head “Help, I’ve helped people once-“ “have I ever been helped?” “No, of course not! I give the help!” “Why would that stupid thought enter my head!?” As they all circled into one statement that filled your larynx “You need my help!! Salvation!!!” You yelled at the trash beast, twirling the hammer up and slamming it down onto the last one.

You looked around, your eyes darting from on place to the next. Not bothered to hear the voice yelling out for you, you rushed off. “Must find more… must save more! They need my help!!” You thought, racing around. You heard a noise behind you, snapping your neck around the see the fearful client. A big broad smile contorted on your face “You!!!” You pointed, bouncing on the tips of your toes. He took a step back, horrified at the grin you wore with that look in your eyes— you were gone.

Completely shut out from your own mind with the ground below your subconscious. Absentminded without a care in the world. You hadn’t even noticed the gash that ripped through your thigh high after the fall inside the rubble, assuming it was a small cut. You gripped the hammer, your body leaning forward as you bolted towards him “cmon!!! There’s no way out, I’m here to make one for you!!” You promised, throwing the enormous weight at him. He fell back, inches away from being flattened, backing away from the thing. You recalled the hammer, causing him to fall back in pain while covering his face. You skipped over, raising it over your head while looking down at him “Let me help you!” You told him, slamming it down onto his head. The bloody covering your white polo dress.

You had no choice, he had to die. He was in debt and that’s no way to live!! People were after him, they could have drowned him somewhere! Or or tortured him to death but you! You killed him quickly you heavenly beast. You ended all his suffering, no human deserves to suffer right…

The sound of an empty can rolling caused your neck to snap around, seeing your gaggle. They looked horrified, you smiled with a sigh “let’s get back now…” a humorless voice falling from you lips, that men staring at you with horror before retreating with his team.

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𝙄𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜 ⁀➴ 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙫!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ — 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙩, 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝𝙮, 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙩, 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙟𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙨, 𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙮-𝙥𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 (𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙚), 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙮𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙩, 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙪𝙡𝙩, 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡, 𝙞𝙣𝙫𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙣, 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙨.

𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 ꒰ঌ ໒꒱ — 𝙙𝙞𝙢 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙜𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙮 𝙞𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙮, 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩 𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙝, 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢 dark 𝙣𝙪𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨, 𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚-𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙢 𝙨𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙨, 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙤𝙣-𝙪𝙥𝙨 𝙤𝙧 𝙩-𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙥 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙛𝙪𝙣, 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚, 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙-𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙩, 𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢, 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚—𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡.

𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧╰┈➤ 𝙎𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙮 (2002) 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙢, 𝘾𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙝 (1996) 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙢, 𝙘𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙭, 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙠, 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨, 𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙, 𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙙𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙮, 𝙟𝙚𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢, 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙢, 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢, 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚, 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙣 𝙘𝙪𝙥𝙨, 𝙖 𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙛𝙖𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙘, 𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢.

𝘽𝙀𝙎𝙏 𝙋𝘼𝙄𝙍𝙀𝘿 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 ᝰ.ᐟ — 𝘾𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙆𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙇𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙇𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙢, 𝙍𝙮𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙂𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚, Holland March, 𝙁𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝘾𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙡𝙚, 𝙅𝙤𝙨𝙝𝙪𝙖 𝙒𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙤𝙣, 𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙒𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧, 𝙎𝙖𝙢 𝙒𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧, 𝙈𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙠𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙨𝙮𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙢 (𝙎𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙘 & 𝙅𝙖𝙠𝙚), 𝙇𝙤𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙃𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚, 𝙀𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙈𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙣, 𝙅𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝘽𝙮𝙚𝙧𝙨.

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Jonathan Byers huh?

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Two ships in the dark sea.

Mike wheeler X Y/N Harrington Fanfic. No, you’re not nerdy nor geeky. That’s too stereotypical for me.

Author’s speech: hello my baby girls. after days of waiting, you finally get the fanfic you’ve been wanted. Lowkey, this has some punctuation and grammar mistakes, but I’m not trying to hear all that in the comments section . There will be mentions of 80s slang so no y/n name is not Betty, Betty is a slang term. WARNING: this fanfic will have mentions of sex and sexual acts. If you don’t like that, you can get off. Also, I have not watched season five of Stranger Things and I’m not planning on watching season five of Stranger Things. So this is will be inaccurate, it will also have no mentions of the upside down or any of that boo-hoo ha ha shit. Enjoy. I’ll mention anything else in the comments.

Was it genetic to be as charismatic as a Harrington? Or were you both just teaching each other what you learned? Steve and you were the iconic duo of Hawkins, both curly fab brown hair with an intimate gaze that made the opposite sex fall to their knees in awe. Sure, your brother was an asshole, a womanizer at best with another girl hanging from his arm each given week, but you weren’t any better with guys. You viewed guys as placeholders, they’d come and they went! not like they’d do anything about it or had anything deemed irreplaceable by you. Once Steve graduated, you become the new monarch of Hawkins High School— Queen Y/N.

Your styles were different to say the least. Steve was serving the preppy 80s boy look with his Leatherman jacket and polo shirt back when he was your age, but you were different. Delayed to fashion on purpose, 70s galore painted on you like a groupie for the Rolling Stones; a catarrh brown jacket with a cold-tone, multiple color long sleeve under. Flared jeans with boots. And you can’t forget the long voluminous Harrington hair! You weren’t called the hair Harrington for nothing.  

You stood in the hallway, leaning back on the lockers as you talked to the group of girls that surrounded you.

“Why would he do that? She’s not even that pretty.” Emily huffed to Rodney, Alyssa nodding along with what Emily had said.

“She’s a butterface at best, like who does she think she is? Roaming around with your ex like that?” Rodney exclaimed, you looked at her with a knowing expression.

“Friendly fire, not like you’ve never walked around with someone’s ex.” She rolled her eyes at your statement, not bothered to deny the truth within it. You tapped your finger on your bicep, looking past her head to look at the group of guys passing by—the geek squad. Mike Wheeler center of the toothless one and tomboy pippi longstocking one. You never realized how attractive Mike was, his doe eyes looking almost innocent against those chiseled features. A slender girlish figure with shortish hair that you knew would look better long and ugh, that nose… you always liked guys with bigger noses.  

You watched his eyes catch yours, slowly grinning at him with narrowed eyes looking him up and down with a hand twirling a piece of your hair. His expression became flustered with a twitch in his hand, his eyes darting away from yours as he walked past the group. You watched him walk past, leaning forward to see him pass from behind your friend.

“You’re shameless,” scoffed Alyssa, causing you to turn back to them with crossed arms. You shrugged: “Audacity gets you results. You shouldn’t have learned that with your ex, lyssa." You Retorted, a snicker following suit by Rodney. She scoffed, crossing her arms and tossing some hair behind her head.  

“So! My ex list doesn’t exceed 20, like your hoe ass.” You snickered and looked at her squarely with a cruel expression: “Look who’s playing mother Teresa, as if she didn’t have a train run on her at last night's party. Get a grip, at least I have a roster to pick from and not my mommy's phone book.” You growled, pushing yourself off of the lockers and walking off. Followed by Rodney and Emily.

You sat in Science class, looking at the board carelessly as the teacher drilled on about some soundless theory you could give two fucks about. You looked away, noticing the frog-faced boy sitting right in front of you. Ironic, huh? With a grin, you leaned over your desk slowly.

“You’re actually into this bullshit.” you lowly whispered in his ear, looking ahead to not arouse suspicion. Mike stiffened, his hand stopping dead in his track, his heart pounding out of his chest with a Bob in his Adam’s Apple.  

“Why should I know how to tell a chemical reaction is a combustion? It seems so… senseless, huh?” You whispered with a smile, glancing to the side to view his face. You felt his breathing quickening, causing you to grin more with an eye roll, looking down at his notes.

“As a senior, I expected you to almost forget about work… let alone notes.” You leaned over, your feet in your desk chair moving his pencil out the way. “Can you move?” He sneered, grabbing his paper, you tilted your head forwards to glance back at him before rolling your eyes with a grimace. Sitting back down fully in your chair, putting your foot on the back of his desk chair.

Lucas waited outside the classroom after class, siding with Mike as they walked to his locker. “I didn’t know you and y/n were cool like that.” He looked over his shoulder to see you in a gaggle of cheerleaders and the popular kids, smiling but still eyeing Mike.

“Looks like she wants a piece of you,” Lucas teased, turning back to Mike’s pink blushed expression. He leaned back in the locker beside Mike's, a Laissez-faire expression with his ankles crossed over. “She does that with every guy…” he muttered, opening his locker and placing the lock inside the hole, his heart pounding out of his chest.

“And each guy she has, she’s fucked.” A cough escaped from Mike’s mouth, doubling over a bit of shock. “You know it’s true. And that look tells me she’s found her next prey.” He nodded over, looking back at Mike. Mike looked pensive, rubbing his lips together while touching his elbow with arms crossed. He shook his head subtly, looking at Lucas. “No man, you know I’m in a relationship with El.”

“Yeah, but you’re taking a break right now, don’t you remember?” Mike stiffed, looking back at Lucas with a conflicted expression. “You’re the one to talk, you’re in a relationship with Max.” He placed his hands on Mike’s chest. “This isn’t about me and Max! This is about you and Betty over there, and if I were you I’d follow through with her just for a week.” Nudging over to where you were, the girls talking to each other. Mike was deep in thought, turning back to his locker. Placing his things back inside.

He slammed his locker closed. There you stood behind his locker door, leaning your head against the locker beside it. “You talking about me with your friends already? I’m touched.” You softly told him with a teasing smile. He jolted. Not expecting you out of all people, he grimaced at you despite the pulse in his lungs growing thunderously.  

“What do you want, Y/n?” “You know what I want, Mike. I’m just waiting for you to realize it too.” You snapped back, slowly fluttering your lashes with a lick in your lips. His expression darkened, tightening his fists. “You don’t know anything.” He growled with forced anger. You looked him up and down, tilting your head with an eyebrow raised. “Looks like you don’t either…” He stopped, jerking back subtly at the observation you made. His eyes darted downwards, putting the lock back into his locker hole.

“Addy is having a party. Usually, some guys will beat and rob you for even stepping foot there, but I can get you in. Maybe even your friends too.” You proposed, leaning down to keep eye contact with him, arms crossed with a cocky expression. Already knowing his response.

He scoffed and looked back at you, yanking the lock to check before turning away. Walking off without another word. “Don’t keep me waiting, Micheal.” You yelled, waving with the scene of him reconnecting with his group. Max looked at Mike with worry, furrowed eyebrows with eyes that glanced from him to you “Do you know her, Mike?” She asked with a curious expression. Mike shook his head, stalking towards the classroom doors silently.

“Mike Wheeler was tempted by a Naiad,” Lucas joked. Dustin gasped and pointed at Lucas' mouth ajar in a dimpled smile. “Yes!!! She’d be a Naiad!! The mighty Paladin was tempted by the seductive Naiad.” He geeked out at them, a smile of pure glee at the mention of his favorite game, D&D. “Y/N L/N, level Five Naiad with her charisma through the roof! We HAVE to get her to play.–"

“No! Right now. I — I don’t even want to hear her name.” Mike snapped, annoyed at the thoughts racing through his head. The words that Lucas spoke to him, the rumors circulating in the gossip mill, the look of his eyes staring into his like he was the only thing that mattered at the moment— it was too much!!! He forced his focus back onto his own girlfriend. Though they were in a rough patch currently, he couldn’t do that to her…. But the thumping in his gut told him differently, the feeling of a damn waiting to burst told him he wasn’t so convincing to himself.

You fanned yourself with your manicured hands, the cheerleader uniform that appeared shorter, barely letting the breeze pass through it. “Jesus, H Christ. You’d think the devil is blowing on me like a porn tape! Where the fuck is that water boy!!?” You yelled in annoyance, turning your head to look at your teammates who were sweating on the floor.

“How long does it take to get some damn water? That butt fucker better not be goofing off.” You heard Lizzie groan, the heat exhaustion getting to you all. “Uh oh, geek squad is done with their little exhibition.” Laura snickered, the Hell Fire club coming out of the school’s doors.

You grinned, seeing the frog face. You stalked over to them, waving, “hiiii!” Your honeyed cheerful voice rang, causing them to turn their heads towards you. “Well, hello to you,“ you completely ignored the member, standing in front of Mike. “So, consider my offer?” He grimaced at your presence, his eyes darting around the greenery to avoid that gaze in your eyes.  

“Why do you want me there so badly?” He stated, not expecting the grin you gave him to be the response that came out first. “Why can’t I?.. It’s a waste not to have a knockout there.” He sneered at your words, shoving you out of his way to his bike. Those words echoed through his mind with annoying tranquility, the sound of leaves falling gently amongst the sound of your voice duplicating in his head. You could only watch with a grin, knowing you got Mike Wheeler right where you wanted him.

You sat on the counter holding a beer bottle, the sound of Diana Ross blaring through the house as people danced and laughed amongst themselves, surrounded by a group of of your own. “She has some nerve showing her face here.” You snickered, seeing Alyssa waltz in like some pity party host.  

You took a swig of the beer before getting off and walking over. “And you are?” You questioned her, tilting your head with that malicious smile you wore before pouncing. “C'mon Y/N… it’s me. Alyssa.” You scoffed and looked around before turning back to her. “Doesn’t ring a bell… and you’re here why?” You questioned her, Rodney and Emily were right behind you with teasing smirks and cackles. Alyssa looked embarrassed at her desperation, looking around for any inclination that she had someone on her side…But no prince came.

“Try not to throw up this time, tight throat.” You pushed past her to see the front door open. A Wheeler at the same party as a Harrington, after 5? Years. Mike made his way through the party with the two dweebs he always had, but you weren’t paying attention to them. You noticed his eyes shifting around before settling onto you, softening before returning to his cold gaze like a stray cat caught enjoying pets. All you did was grin, knowing the cat and mouse game started. You kept your distance, though made it clear where your attention was. You sat on the counter, laughing with your friends a little loudly; leaning forward with the beer bottle in your hand.

You looked up to see Mike grabbing a bottle, slithering beside him with the palm of your hand wrapping around the base of the bottle. “You sure you want that?” You muttered in his ear, your voice bodacious compared to the deafening music of Wham! He stiffened at the feeling of your chin brushing against his shoulder. He looked down to see your eyes flutter from the bottle up to him. Twisting your body to be in front of his.  

“I didn’t think you were coming.” You voiced to him, leaning against the counter with your elbows on the edge. He scoffed. “I never said I wasn’t going to — I just.” he stopped himself, taking a breath in hopes to better articulate his words with a dry mouth and fuzzy mind. You tilted your head to the side, smiling a bit, you noticed the two guys he brought. “You babysitting?” You questioned, testing the waters at how he would respond to you talking about his friends. He sneered a bit before fixing his expression, taking a drink of the beer reluctantly, a look of disgust appearing on his face.

“This shit is horrible.” He blurted, wiping his mouth of the bitter taste. You chuckled, taking a swig yourself. “You get used to it. C'mon, I know one of these guys has something good in their room.” You beckoned, pushing off the counter and walking off to the hallway. He stood frozen, unsure of what he should do. His body wanted to move forward, but his mind. His mind told him to stay. To yell at you for thinking he’d do something like that with you. To shout at how your hands wrapped around that bottle made him jealous. Before he knew it, he was leaning against the doorway of a room watching you search through it without a care in the world for who it belonged to or if they were OK with you touching their stuff.  

“Jackpot. Knew that bastard had something.” You snickered, standing up with two California Coolers. He looked at the bottles, familiar from the ones he saw his mom drink once but unknown to younger people buying them as well. You went over to the key chain holder on the wall, using the bottle cap opener to get the caps off the drinks. Taking your time leisurely. “Don’t you think we should get back to the party?..” he asked, you shook your head no with a relaxed expression. You turned and sat on the couch in the room, leaning with your hip pushed up against the corner that connected the cushions and pillows, your feet up against your butt. Heels beside the couch somewhere. He looked at the careless act admirably. Before he knew it, he looked back down the hallway before shutting the door behind him and sitting next to you. Three feet away from you.

“You’ll like this way better. It’s a California Cooler. It’s sweeter, you look like a sweet guy.” You snickered at the word play you did, giving him the green bottle. He looked at you reluctantly before taking a sip, his expression shifting from skeptical to shock and interest. “It’s fruity. Is this what San Fernando Valley tastes like?” “No, Mike,“ you laughed, turning your head down as he smiled with a snicker. “What? Is that not in California?” he asked, looking at your tickled expression with a slight fondness. “These came from Northern California. San Fernando is in South California.” You explained, his face growing red at his mistake, which made you laugh harder.

You both talked and laughed, the chemistry growing stronger with each snicker or banter being thrown around. The California helped ease the atmosphere he held up, starting to enjoy your presence… and forgetting your tendencies. 

“Are you serious?” You uttered out with a scoff. Mike nodded with a snicker himself. “Yeah. He stood on the cafeteria table and yelled that out. While I was at the table." you laughed at his explanation, purely howling at it. You fell back on the couch holding your stomach. He looked down at you with amusement, becoming hyper aware of how his body felt at that exact moment once he saw yours.

“Get up.” He chuckled, pulling your arm to get you back into a seating position. “An—And where was I!!?” You sobbed, sitting on your knees. He shrugged, taking the final sip of the bottle as he put it on the table in front. “Hell if I knew? All I knew was that he embarrassed us at that table.” You took a deep breath, trying not to laugh harder. “I’ll throw these away.” You spoke, standing up with the empty bottles.  

You paused when you felt a hand wrap around your wrist, you turned your head to him with confusion. “Mike?” You questioned, his expression.. it was blank yet it held inner meaning, his face darkened with something adjacent to need. Before you could ask anything else, he yanked you closer to him your knee hitting the pillowy cushion of the couch The bottles rolling off to god knows where.

You completely forgot as to why you brought Mike here, why you even started going after him. Your mind turned into mush, now aware of his hand on your hip. You leaned in, your lips brushing up against his as he closed the connection, a sweet, tender kiss that fluffed the other's pillow like lips. He pulled back reluctantly, his body already needing more. 

“I—I can’t. I have a girlfriend,” he whispered, the guilt starting to creep into him. You leaned into him. “Is she here now?…” you asked him, kissing his neck with tenderness. Feeling the bob of his Adam’s apple, he tilted his head back against the couch. “Still.i-” he muttered, grabbing your hips to pull you off, you pouted before licking his neck and leaning your warm body against his.

He stiffed at the feeling: “Relax your mind… You don’t have to do anything else Mike. Just Stay with me.” He felt a slight nip, groaning with eyes that fluttered shut. He dipped deeper into the pleasure, softly breathing through parted lips. “Fuck it...” He chuckled, crawling into his lap.

Lucas talked with Dustin, getting stares from the guys around them, but no one really cared to bother them. Lucas was the first to notice the loud yelling in the corner of the room, seeing two guys push each other before slamming the other down onto a glass table. Causing everyone to scream and yell at the fight breaking out. “Yo, we have to go.” Lucas warned Dustin as he nodded. They looked around for Mike but saw no signs of him.  

“Where’s Mike?” He asked with a worried expression. Dustin shrugged. “I don’t know, went to the bathroom or something.” They looked down the hallway, rushing down it towards a door they assumed was for the bathroom.

They opened the door to see your back turned to them… on top of Mike’s lap bouncing at a fast stuttering rate. His hands on your upper hip with his face turned upwards at you, they assumed. Lucas immediately slammed the door, looking at each other with astonishment and horror. Horror from walking in on their friend doing…that and astonishment that Mike had to balls to do that here.  

After a while, Mike came out disheveled and reluctant. Fixing his pants with you behind fixing your own skirt and heels. You heard yelling from the front and immediately pulled them all to the back. “What happened!?” You asked Dustin and Lucas. They both shrugged, looking at each other in hopes of recalling how the fight even started. “They just started yelling about some girl,” Lucas responded, following behind you. Dustin nodded: “Yeah, something about her not liking the other guy. I don’t know, but they ended up breaking a coffee table and fighting over her.” You rolled your eyes at the explanation they both gave you, knowing exactly who it could be that was fighting.

“Probably Daryl and Adam again...I thought they got kicked out of the last party.” You whispered, you pushed them out the back of the house. “Wait — you know those guys?” Mike blurted out in with arched eyebrows and a wrinkle in his nose. You waved him off callously. “I was involved with one… or I think both—I don’t remember.” You shrugged, uncaring of the situation since you were out of the house. You saw flashing lights of red and blue, knowing the shitty neighbors, probably the cops once more.

You didn’t need to worry about that, you Already saw Steve’s car waiting for you “Gotta bounce, I’m outtie.” You voiced to them, hopping into Steve’s car.

He yelled at you for even being at the party, laying in the backseat. Shutting your eyes closed to the feeling of the bouncing road and his chastising voice.

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It’s all in the family

Was it genetic to be charismatic as a Harrington? Or were you both just teaching each other what you learned? Steve and you were the iconic duo of Hawkins, both curly fab brown hair with an intimate gaze that made the opposite sex fall to their knees in awe. Sure your brother was an asshole, a womanizer at best! Always with another girl, her hanging from his arm every other week but you weren’t any better with guys. You viewed guys as placeholders, they’d come and go! Not like they’d do anything about it or had anything deemed irreplaceable by you. They came and they went, simple as that! The day Steve walked across that stage, people could have sworn they seen the succession of the crown, that crown placed on your head from him. The monarch of Hawkins High School— Queen Y/N.

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I’m redoing the bunny boy event in Obey Me, and what do you mean they allowed Luke inside of a nightclub with bunny boys? Why would Simeon bring him in there with all them people and I presume alcohol? even though they’re not dressed inappropriately, you can still get the implication since it’s devildom.

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Uploading: Tahc Der

You, A black streamer. Decided to play a game, that would change your life for the better. Or worse. Do You dare choose this fate?

Hello!! It’s me again!! I’m working on two fics right now and stumbled upon an oldie I made back in 2023 so yes, it’s gonna be horrible and yes, it was meant to be a multi part serious! I was supposed to write more but I forgot about it on wattpad, whoopies! Anyhow, enjoy and excuse any mistakes!

“Another day, another migraine.” You groaned checking your vibrating phone from the amount of attention you gain from social media from last weeks stream, checking the comments for todays idea. “It’s s a Friday, so why not stream today.” The thought came into your mind sitting up from a comment that made you a bit on edge. “You should try the slender man game!” Every replied agreeing as more and more asked for the game, you grinned scratching your bonnet.

After getting dressed You walked out the bedroom door to see your dad drunk, sleeping on the couch with the tv on, a disgusted look washed over your face grabbing your keys as he jolted awake. “W-where are you going??” He asked. “School. like always.” You sighed. “Oh, well don’t slam my door!” He groaned readjusting his body making you roll your eyes. You were fairly popular to say the least, after all who said that a 100k streamer doesn’t have a huge platform at school? Driving yourself back home to finish off some homework, your dad left for presumably work, you couldn’t care less. after all he was the reason why your mother had died.

Sitting down at the streaming set up you could afford, doing the work that was assigned from school. You were curious, sure everyone heard about the slender man game, but has anyone truly looked into the game for what it truly is? Website after website, you fell down a rabbit hole of such a fascinating game, even though they all had different starting times and what could possibly happen in the duration, they all had something in common. “These papers.” You whispered, you knew exactly what you had to do, drawing those papers you google searched , rolling back from the computer looking at the masterpieces you made, you got dressed grabbing the papers and your phone getting in your car. You got out with the papers, looking at the dark woods, you did it one by one, placing all of the papers manually, going back to your car “Hey guys! And welcome back to another stream of games you shouldn’t play!” You told the screen smiling “today, we were be playing the slender man game!!” The comments were going wild as everyone had mix feelings about such a game. “NOOO!! DONT DO IT Y/N!!” “OMFG IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS FUCK ASS GAME!!” “I WONDER WHATS GONNA HAPPEN!!” You smiled at all of them walking into the woods.

You knew where all of the paper were exact! You weren’t the type to forget things so easily, or were you? After searching and searching, you couldn’t find the papers you placed, starting to get scared. “Must have been some hobo stealing them.” You concluded, You Found a paper confused. “These aren’t the papers I put up.” You whispered a bit scared, cryptic writing with the words help me on them gave you the chills, continuing to look for the rest. “Guys! This is fucking terrifying!!” You laughed looking at the camera. You found another one, far far away from your car, the same cryptic scary writing only this time it had the drawing of slender man. “Look at this one!!” You pointed the camera at it, giggling As You took the paper, you looked up to see the infamous slender man, only 5 feet away. A suit and tie, A tall figure with of course, no face. His aura was terrifying, making you wide eye from fear. “GUYS LOOK!!” You turned around, slender man behind you, pointing the camera at both you and him. “ITS SLENDER MAN!!!!” You screamed pointing with a shocked face. “This is so gonna be my thumbnail.” You thought as your phone started to glitch out, so was your flashlight. “What the fuck??” You questioned, hitting the flash light with the palm of your hand. The feeling of a towel on your mouth, the taste of something sweet soothed You to sleep, knocking you out cold.

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Party life

Hi! This is my first time ever posting to tumblr and posting fanfics. I haven’t written in a long time so sorry if it’s terrible, I tried my hardest. Please give me constructive criticism and tips to improve. Yes this is an enjin smut fanfic so MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Thank you for reading, and enjoy. This is very tamed to my usual private writing ago.

Tags: Creampie, praise, breast play, and dirty talk (mild)

College life wasn’t something you’d expect yourself to get into. I mean, you were a prim and proper girl in high school: straight A’s, a homebody with the only experience outside being in community service. Your hair was always in cornrows or easy-to-manage mini-twists that seemed to be refreshed each time before exam season, so when your old high school peers found your Instagram story of you partying at some underground Rave, it shocked them to their core. A picture with your hand tucked into your voluminous black hair, a pout on those two-toned lips that you perfectly curated the lip combo for, and, ugh, that cropped shirt that showed your midriff and the top of your bra with a mini black skirt that threatened anyone with a panty slip—you were a shock to those who knew you prior.

Inside college life, well, you weren’t a nobody. You were known by the majority of a big friend group you were in, especially your friend August Stilza–a sophomore majoring in fashion with a minor in business and music– known for not only your outgoing personality, but also your intelligence and dedication to your studies.

You sat at a table inside of the common room of your dorm, debriefing with Follo about the exam you both took in computer science. “I think I got a solid 62; I mean, I studied everything in the slides, but why were there textbook questions when he told us not to buy the textbook?” Your friend Follo expressed to you, playing with his hoodie strings. reminiscing on the test he saw as his Trojan horse. You couldn’t help but to nod. That exam was low-key bullshit; how could you put textbook questions on the midterm exam when he specifically told you that the textbook didn’t matter? “He was obviously bullshitting; he never told us not to buy the textbook. But he could have given us hints as to what could potentially be in it.” You replied to Follo, matter-of-factly, focused on your schedule maintenance within Notion.

Though there was a slight turn in the corner of your lips, you had always found Follo to be amusing after exams. His mouth fixed to say the words you never thought to say, the sound of your nails hitting each key blending seamlessly into the surrounding chatter. Follo continued to drill on and on about the exam and his personal feedback on it as if he were getting paid for it, feeling a pair of arms around your shoulders.

“Guess who?” A voice sang out, placing a chin on the side of their forearm. You looked up to see Riyo the junior in high school you graduated when she was just a sophomore. “Riyo? What the hell are you doing here?!” You scoffed, closing your computer and turning to her with a slight smile. She smiled back, putting her hands behind her back playfully with a roll of her eyes. “I went with the dual enrollment kids.” She responded with a chuckle, with a twist in her body. “So you basically snuck in, because you and I both know you don’t do any damn dual enrollment.” Follo laughed; you laughed with him with a dip in your head. The scene of Follo laughing straight in Riyo’s face was too surreal. You hit Follo’s arm, gesturing to him to stop as Riyo yelled back at Follo, who entered into a petty argument.

You rolled your eyes and went on your phone, seeing a message from August. A screenshot of a conversation in Instagram from a contact named "Enjin" and what you had assumed to be August.

Enjin: Yo, who’s this? Attachment of a photo of you, August, and a couple of other friends pregaming within his car

August: Oh so you think I read minds now.

Enjin: The girl with the side part and dark skin

August: Her? Oh, that’s my queen, Y/n. What about her? 🤨

Enjin: What’s her digitals?

August: Why should I tell you?

Enjin: Come on, August, we’ve only texted twice or so. I can’t ask for her number straight up.

August: Then I don’t know what to tell you, dada man.😂👎

Enjin: woooow you’re green asf, just gonna cockblock me like that?

August: 🤷

You read the messages, looking up at the message below the photo. “He really thinks imma give him your number so easily LMAO?” He added, making snicker. You knew who Enjin was; he was a part of Alpha Tuck, a senior actually. In engineering. Tall, blonde, and sexy with an undercut under that short blonde hair. A scar on the side of his head that made you think of all the dangerous shit he must’ve gone through in his life, those narrow almond eyes that were lit with the flames of the cigarettes he usually smoked—he was sexy, if you said so yourself. He was just a frat boy, and you knew the stigma behind frat boys. "August you’re funny asf😭.” You responded, seeing the text bubbles next to August’s profile picture. “I know I am.” he shot back, making you laugh.

That caught the attention of both Follo and Riyo. Riyo leaned over your shoulder and looked down at your phone. "Who ya texting?” She asked, peering into your phone like the nosey girl she was batted eyes that screamed "curious cat." “August, he’s being his usual self. Enjin was texting him to give him my number.” You responded with a lean in your shoulders, sinking back into the cushion of the sofa chair, picking your foot off the ground, and digging your heel into the edge of the chair. Riyo’s eyes widened, recognizing that name. "Enjin!!? Thought his number was only for work and the two assholes.” She responded, sitting on the arm chair. You knew who the two “ass hats” were, Zanka and Rudo. Zanka was the senior in high school who was always around Enjin, as if they were from the same womb and sweet little Rudo, a freshman in the very same high school Zanka and Riyo attended, always causing an uproar which would result in a spat with Zanka that led into an fist fight. You were a little shocked to know Riyo knew Enjin considering the age gap. Yeah, it was a given since she knew half of your friends by association, but Enjin?? Fourth year, graduate of that year, Enjin?

You immediately looked at her with shock. "How the fuck do you know half of these people, Riyo?!” You saw her snicker at the words, tilting her head up and shaking her head softly. “I meant everyone through Enjin. Surprisingly, he took me in from the foster system before being rehoused. He’s a pretty good guy behind all that frat boy wannabe crap.” She responded, and you nodded as your face scrunched with confusion. "How is he a wannabe if he’s already frat bo—" You were immediately shushed by Riyo, dragging her index finger across the side of your face, which immediately made you exasperated.

You walked out of the lounge with the two of them, chatting about random shit you couldn’t bother remembering, hearing an agitating yelp from across the yard. “ZANKA NO!!!!” A masculine voice screamed, followed by a splash of water. You looked over to see a visibly irritated Zanka standing over what looks to be a wet Rudo inside a pond near the dormitory, Enjin’s usually poised expression was contorted into Guffawing shock four feet away from the Comical sight. Riyo snickered before walking over, helping Rudo out of the pond while laughing in his face. “Why did you do that to him!!!?!” You yelled at Zanka, confused. Enjin looked over to see you-

a fine piece of ass walking straight over to where he was in a slim-fitted black maxi dress with wedge platform sandals and a gold hip belt hanging off of the hips and laid on an ass that immediately made him find his voice.

He cleared his throat “Yeah, Zanka, what gives?!” He asked, immediately turning on Zanka, who snapped his neck over to look at you and Enjin. “ME!?! You should ask him!? He’s being a hard headed little shit!” He retorted, putting his hands on his chest before shoving them at Rudo, eyes widened with childish fury. "So!?! That doesn't mean you push him into a pond at a college! Do you not have home training? Who the fuck comes to a college and does some bullshit like that?! Zanka, you’re a senior; you graduate this year, and this is how you want to act in your future college?” You asked him, throwing your hands up into the air then slapping them onto your thigh, bucking your head slightly out of habit with a tilt in your head. “Yeah, Zanka, is this the kind of reputation you want to uphold at your future school?” Enjin asked, cocking his head at Zanka like a worried dad. Zanka snapped his head at Enjin with annoyance and anger, looking at you then Enjin before realizing what he was doing, putting his hands on his head. “SHES NOT LETTING YOU HIT!!!!” He screamed at Enjin, with a high bounce, shaking his arms at him. You hit Zanka, your lips tightening into a circle out of nurtured behavior. "Keep your voice down now.” You spoke quietly to Zanka as a warning. Zanka was about to protest before seeing the look on Enjin's face; eyes staring into Zanka's, That told him to settle down.

Enjin turned to you, giving that charming smile you’ve seen him flash to millions of girls before surprised a smile as handsome as his survived years of smoking and fraternity experiences. “Have I seen you around?” He asked with a tilt in his head, crossing his arms with eyes peering down at you. You chuckled and rolled your eyes. “you don't need to act like we’re strangers in front of your little friends.” He gave a smirk, his head dipping down as the raspy chortle from his throat, looking down to meet your eyes. “Hi Blair.” “Hey Enjin. Seems You got your work cut out with Zanka and Rudo, huh?” You tilted your head, twirling a piece of your hair with a slight bite in your lip, side-glancing upwards at Enjin. He looked over at Zanka, who was arguing with Rudo while Riyo watched with a grin, Follo trying to calm them down. “You could say that. There’s not a day where those two aren’t arguing.” That in itself was true.

You knew Zanka and Rudo didn’t get along well with each other. Like a cat with a puppy, they were either cordial with each other, or needed their owner to separate them for playing too damn rough. You tipped your head with a slight wrinkle in your nose, blinking a good amount in one second. “Have they always been like this?” You questioned him, hearing a snicker far above you. He nodded, with a twinkle in his eyes and a smile full of nostalgia that seemed to bring him peace. “Since they met, they started off on a pretty rough path.” You let out a sound of acknowledgment and nodded, understanding the story a bit more. You both chatted together fhe whole time the too argued and Follo’s failed attempts at controlling it, the conversation holding a lot of coy smiles and fluttering of the lashes amidst the calamity. “Just fuck already, damn.” A voice from behind you spoke with an amused tone, slowly turning your head to see August. “You just had to ruin it, auggie." You spoke, shaking your head in annoyance, which only fueled August. Before he could say anything, you turned your back right on him, sucking your teeth. “So any plans tonight?” You raised an eyebrow at his question, scoffing with a glance to the side before returning it to his gaze. "Why? You want to ask me out or something?” He chuckled at that, licking his lips with a gentle smile. “Eager as you are bold, Y/n. Alpha Tuck is having a party tonight, something about glow sticks and shit. Thought you’d be interested since you’re always in those underground rave spaces.” You hummed, nodding your head in agreement to going. Enjin nodded back, turning to zanka and Rudo “Alright you two.” He called out, grabbing Rudo and Zanka “Let’s go before someone gets you both banned.” He dragged the both of them out like ragdolls, August putting an elbow on your shoulder “Looks like you’re partying with the frat boys tonight, Y/N.” He snickered, elbowing him in the rig. You spent the rest of the day talking to your August and everyone over the phone, indulging in your hobbies that were rarely touched during horrid exam season, enjoying the tranquility of a calendar month vacant of the word “major exam”.

You blind and suddenly you found yourself inside of the familiar house of Alpha Beta Tuck late into the night. The scent of badly mixed alcohol and sweat filled the air, with flashing lights and neon wands with some folded into bracelets people had on wrists or ankles. Women dancing on guys while the DJ high up playing some white boy ass music, the usual shit you saw at frat parties. You found your group of friends on the mid side of the party and joined their inviting group, dancing and drinking the punch that was made by the frat princess who was ironically Semiu.

You even used their dirty-ass bathroom out of desperation from all the drinks you downed, taking off the lace thong you had on due to it touching the horrendous dirty floor. Placing it inside your purse for the meantime, the dress covers most of your lower body. You walked out to see Enjin talking to a stressed out Zanka, bitting his bottom lip with his foot tapping the wooden flooring, holding the red solo cup tightly. Enjin was right by his side, reassuring him with an arm around his shoulder, speaking to him in a way that seemed like a pep talk. Enjin looked over to see you, and the lace poking out of your purse, turning back to Zanka and quickly speaking to him, patting his chest with the back of his hand before catching up with you.

He stood next to you, a hand softly edged on your hip. "Hey, Enjin.” You spoke, looking over at Zanka leaving the party. He gave a lopsided smile, turning back to look at Zanka. “Yeah, he insisted on coming here. Guess parties aren’t his thing after all.. I told him to get some fresh air. Tamsy is out there, so he’ll be OK.” Leaning down to your level. "But how are you doing, girl? How’s the party?” He muttered in your ear, that deep rasp that made your heart flutter down to your lower abdomen, softly biting the bottom of your lip, "This party’s fun; I like the glow stick idea, seems pretty out of the norm for a frat though.” You responded, putting a hand on your hip. Expecting to feel the outline of your thong or something, but he felt nothing. "Who were you going to go see?” You were thrown off by the question, seeing his face darkened with lust and arrogance, you scoffed in his face. “Can’t a girl go bare without having to see a guy?” He rolled his eyes, putting both hands on the sides of your waist that slide back to your ass. You wanted to push him off, but you couldn’t bring yourself. God-damn his handsome face and his swagger that you hated so much. “Nah, but there has to be a reason your thong is off.” He squeezed a bit of your ass, inches away from your face. “Your frat’s dirty ass bathroom touched them. You should really be more considerate about your female guests.” “I'll keep that in mind for the next meeting.” He retorted with a snicker, tilted his head with the feeling of his lips brushing up against yours. You leaned in, connecting the sweet kiss.

Your face was buried in a pillow, your arms curled under while nails dug into your hips, snapping his hips into your ass; the bed creaked ominously with the sound of wet skin slapping, fueling the arousal he was already feeling. His harsh grunts every time he went in were enough to make you cum, and that’s just what you did. Your moans sounding like music to his ears, the euphoria in his mind. “Let me see your pretty face, baby…” He slurred, flipping you over on your back and sloppily kissing your breast. His slender, big hands palming the soft skin on your chest, sucking your nipple sweetly. You moaned loudly, your hand gently going to the back of his hand and tangling into his hair, softly biting your lip while you looking down at him adorning your breasts with hickeys. His hand slid down towards the wet, slick folds he previously abused, rubbing your clit vigorously in a circle, lifting his head up into the side of your neck, and sucking hickeys onto it. He pulled away, rolling a fresh new condom onto his slender pretty shaft, rubbing his tip against the slits between your legs, causing your pussy to tighten over nothing in anticipation. A shaky whimper escapes your mouth. “You look so beautiful like this, baby….” he growled, lining his cock with the tip of your entrance. He slipped it in deeply, causing a loud sob to escape you, grabbing your hips and angling them upwards with a punishing rhythm, and leaning over you. You wrap your arms around his tatted neck, half-lid eyes staring into his, whine and moan leave your lips: “Uh-uhh… Fuck my pussy, yeah… Haahhh. I’m going to cum, Enjin!” You cried out, feeling his head dip into your neck with thrashing thrusts, pulling most of his cock out before slamming it against your g-spot, a squirt soaking the sheets below. “O-oh… oh yes. Enjin, come in m-me…” A lopsided smile appeared on your face, gently closing your eyes as you moaned loudly at him. The words caught his attention immediately; groaning at the sound of your request, desperate to please you, he pulled out quickly and took the condom off of his cock, pressing it back inside of you with a loud groan. You felt heavenly to him without the rubber, watching your face contract into pure bliss and pleasure. He put a hand on your breast, kneading it gently as he thrusted messily into your cunt, placing his other thumb onto your swollen clit. A ring of precum around his cock, as he shuddered, releasing deeply into her pussy. The feeling of warm, sticky cum filled you, a loud moan escaping your soft lips with the drop of your legs. Enjin got you dressed, lying on the bed, looking down to see your fatigued expression. “Are you tired?” He teased, moving some hair from your face, an arm around you. All you could do was nod, your eyes fluttering shut.