Word Count: 1k
Warnings: Old teenage crush, sexual tension, age gap implied, SFW
Summary: Nobody is more excited about Sam Drake being alive then you.
Author's Note: Replaying uncharted 4. Have been and always will be a slut for Samuel Drake.
Imagine "conveniently" running into Samuel Drake at the auction after hearing he's alive. You saunter into the room he's in upstairs as he waits for Nathan. Closing the door softly behind you, you watch in delight as his face falls in immediate recognition. "Samuel Drake. Aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" Your tone is low and teasing, taking the time to draw out his name. You feel your heart is beating a mile a minute in excitement to see you're parents' old business partner that made you're teenage heart sore.
"Y/N?" His tone is full of disbelief as his eyes leave yours and wander down to take you in. His eyes trail over the silk black dress that rests lightly over your figure. Fit enough to show off every curve and muscle, but loose enough to sway and shift with your body and breasts as you walk.
"Why are you here?" His accent is thick and draws an excited smile to your face. He takes a cautious step towards you, suspicion lacing his every word.
You laugh softly. Leaning your back against the door, you let you're hips remain a step forward almost in offering to the man in front of you. "I'm sure for the same reason you are." You bite are your lower lip, tugging at it with a small smirk. You're eyes wander down his figure. The black suit fitted in all the right places.
He repositions his footing under you're pressing gaze, lifting a hand to tug at the bottom of his suit jacket. You watch his shoulders raise as he takes a breath before clearing his throat in an effort to cover his fluster. "Your parents they u-" he starts once more, trying to gain control of the situation.
"God you clean up well, Sam." You barely registered a word he had begun before interrupting him. Slowly pushing yourself from the door, you close the distance between you. The click of your heels against floor echo as you make your way across the large room. Too busy taking in the way his jacket hugs his arms after years in prison with nothing but time to bulk up. You don't even catch the way his eyes graze down your body once more.
His mouth turns a little drier as you let your hips sway. Your dress flowing against your body as you draw closer. The usually confident man before you caught tense and speechless. He feels his breath pick up, cursing himself for thinking the thoughts about you that flood his mind. He knew you as a teen girl, peering at him from around corners when he met with your parents to exchange information or giggling with your friends when he happened to look you're way at the occasional barbecue. But the women in front of him held such confidence and seductive beauty. He couldn't stop his wandering thoughts. Not that his time in prison helped the situation at all. 15 long years without a woman's touch, not even having the moment to deal with himself since getting back. Too worried about his debt to think about anything else.
Slowly raising a hand, you laid you're palm flatly against his lapel. He towered a few inches taller than you in the heels you currently wore. Keeping your eyes level with his chest, you let your gaze peer up at him through your lashes. He stares down at you, lips softly parted. You finally get a chance to take in his beautifully aged features. The soft lines that now bordered his face. His hair pushed back lazily, adding effortlessness to his classy look. He now bore a tattoo across the side of his neck and you excitedly hoped for more below the collar.
His eyelids subconsciously lower as his gaze meets your own. His need finally becoming apparent. He sucked in a breath, preparing to say something as his hand raises. It casually fell to the space between your hip bone and waist. And as the starting syllable of your name left his lips…..
"whoa excuse me-" soft thudding sounded as a figure threw themselves through the open window at the back of the room. Sam's grip on your waist tightened in surprise and then disappointment before loosening. He didn't even need to turn around, knowing who the figure was without looking. You however, pull your line of sight away to survey the intruder.
"Y\N?" Nathan spoke with a tone of surprise and accusation. Mainly for seeing you, but also for what situation he found you and his brother in.
You smiled teasingly. "Hi Nathan." Your voice remains low, hoping for a similar reaction from the younger brother. Sam's hand leaves your waist, pulling back to step a few feet away from you and face his brother. The skin below the fabric of your dress burned at the loss of contact. Your eyes traveled a similar path as before, enjoying the view of Nathan clad in a black suit before finally settling on the golden ring on his left hand. "A congratulations is in order. Pity. What great times we've had together."
Nathan laughed nervously, obviously flustered from the comment being made in front of Sam and grabbed at his left hand.
*beep beep*
The sound of your phone against your thigh rings through the room, indicating the auction was about to begin. "Would you look at the time. We'll catch up later Sam." You smile in his direction as his gaze flickers down in an attempted to eye avoid contact before making your way back to the door.
"Oh Nathan" You pause, letting your hand linger on the door knob. You turn, throwing a look over your shoulder. "Let your bride know I'm down for three's" You offer a teasing smile before looking over at Sam once more and sending a wink.
Later Sam watches from afar noting you standing in the crowd with Rafe's hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you desperately close to his side as eye candy.
Word Count: 1.6k
Warnings: Sad, Graphic/gory?
Summary: Steve wanted to keep his girlfriend safe by sparing her the information about the upside down. But what we think is safe isn't always the best option.
Author's Note: ooooo yall I like it sick and twisted and sad.
The bed creaked softly under Y/N's weight as she leaned back onto her bed. Without bending down to untie her laces, she kicked off her shoes lazily and left them to find a home in the center of her bedroom floor. A soft hum sounded outside as she heard the sound of her best friend's car speed away from the curb in front of her house.
Her figured slumped and she let out a heavy sigh. Peering around her room, eyes landing on the folded basket of laundry her mom had left near her dresser. Her gaze settled on the light blue pullover nestled between the layers of folded shirts. The thought of the garment being freshly washed and lacking its comforting scent brought a frown to her lips.
It had been a day or two since she heard more than a quick two word answer from Steve. He went from his normal loving self to answering the phone and hanging up in less than 30 seconds. Y/N knew he had his moments when he got busy with QSWK or needed time with his friends, but he always made sure to let her know he was thinking of her. This was different…like he couldn't be bothered by her presence.
When they first got together, they had gone through something similar. Steve had a few days where he answered her calls sparingly and gave an excuse that his friend's Robin, Nancy, her brother and his friends needed his "undivided attention for the time being." At the time, Y/N shrugged it off and did her best to comply because she didn't want to seem to needy after only a couple weeks of dating.
A poof of air sounded from the comforter as Y/N threw herself back onto the plush bedding. Soft ticking from her alarm clock sliced through the stale, quiet air of her room. The calmness of the room helped her breathing settle and her mind begin to clear. Her eyes closed softly, welcoming to darkness of her silent mind before she frowned once more.
It was too quiet.
When Y/N arrived home, her brother's video games sounded down the hallway towards her own room. Her mom had been asleep on the couch with the static of the TV playing continuously. Yes, Y/N had turned the TV off, covered her mom with a blanket and made her way upstairs, but in no way was her brother putting himself to sleep at this time of the night.
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Y/N's brows furrowed and lifted her head up from the comforter. She watched as the light from the lamp by her bedroom door began to pulse. The light bulb rattled in response. Her head snapped to the right as the lamp on her desk began a similar pattern.
Dammit if her brother was about to blow a fuse to the house with all of his electronics, she was not gonna be happy. Y/N let out a heavy groan as she hoisted herself back to her feet and made her way to her door. She would've pounded her first on the adjacent wall and given a holler, but she didn't want to wake her mom.
She swung her door open, ignoring the blinking lights in the hallway as she marched her way down it. A bang sounded from inside her brother's room as she stomped her way to it. What on earth could he possibly be doing?
"Listen, you little-" Y/N's words started as she swung open the door before catching in her throat. She froze, eye bulging from their sockets and her mouth parting in terror.
The seven foot tall, gray figure stood with it's back to her. It held her brother's bed with one hand, lifting it up to reveal his cowering form beneath it. He laid in a ball, with his arms over his head that was tucked into his knees.
Y/N winced as the door creaked back, tapping softly against the wall and gaining the attention of the creature. It turned to, what she could only assume, look at her. It had no eyes or face. Just a large open mouth made of five petal like flaps that contained rows and rows of sharp white teeth.
She couldn't help it. Y/N's chest gave in and a blood curdling scream sounded from the deepest part of her diaphragm. Within seconds, the creature responded, pulling close it mouth before opening it again and roaring directly at her.
Y/N's brother saw the opportunity and jumped up from his position. His face was drawn tight in fear as he bolted to where she stood and shoved her into the doorframe to run past.
The creature, obviously angered, dropped the bed, causing the house to shake violently. Thankful for some survival instinct, Y/N's feet turned on themselves and she began booking it down the hallway towards the stairs. Her brother's footsteps could barely be heard pattering down the wooden stairs over his screams for their mother.
"Mom!!!!" Y/N couldn't help but let her fearful screams join. The creature clambered after her, grabbing onto the railing and jumping straight down to the bottom of the steps behind where he brother had just landed.
Y/N paused at the top of the steps momentarily and she watched her mom round the corner. Her eyes were in a panic as she took in the creature before her. Her brother scrambled to hide behind their mom, leaving her to face the beast.
Her mother's gaze flashed to her momentarily before pushing at her brother and grabbing him to run towards the kitchen. Y/N had to get down there, she couldn't let them get killed by that thing. Looking around frantically, she bolted to her parent's room and straight for her dad's closet. He stored her grandfather's old golf clubs in the dark dry space in an effort to keep them preserved. Y/N clenched her eyes shut as her stomach dropped to the sound of her mother's screams.
Grabbing the biggest golf club she saw, Y/N beginning her way back downstairs and towards the kitchen. She rounded the corner to see her mom, covered in blood, holding a large knife on one side of the island counter and her brother hiding behind her. Tears coated his reddened face and he clung to their mother's shirt in desperation. The creature stood on the other side of the island, angrily screaming as saliva flew from it's mouth.
A deep yell left Y/N's own mouth as she started towards the creature. Winding up the gold club over her shoulder, she gave the heaviest hit she could muster. The creature lurched forward, but took no actual damage.
It turned to face her once more, as it too reached out before bringing it's clawed hand down onto her. Y/N cried out as seering white, hot pain took seconds to course through her. She was launched back, slamming into the door jamb of arch behind her. A loud knocked sounded as her head hit the solid wood with great force.
Y/N's vision became blurry as tears coated her vision. She raised a hand up to feel her head, but began to sob as nothing met her vision. Barely any arm at all remained for her to lift.
The flickering light's only worsened her blurry vision as she was forced to watch her mother cry out in anger before attempting to jump the counter. She swung the knife at the creature causing black blood to spray out, but not bringing the beast down. It let out one final screech before her mother met a similar fate to her own, but was launched back through the kitchen window and out into the backyard.
Weak cries left Y/N's mouth. The creature slowly approached her brother as he screamed in horror, curling up against the corner cabinet.
Red light began to emit as the creature leaned down and placed both hands on the ground. It's nails dug through the linoleum like butter, peeling apart what could only be described as the fabric of the universe to reveal a slit of red, fleshy goo.
"Y/N?!" A panicked scream sounded from the room behind her as she felt the warm air from outside rush in the opened front door.
Multiple figures rushed into the house. Two gunning it for where her brother remained momentarily before being dragged down into the entrance to hell. "NO!" One of them screamed, grabbing at the ground where the opening once was.
Y/N's shoulder shook slightly and the room moved with it. It felt slow motion as she was lifted from the wall and pulled against a warm figure. Before her eyes could even process who held her, a weak smile met her lips as Steve's warm, comforting sent graced her nostrils.
"Y/N come on. You have to stay with me. Keep your eyes open." Y/N knew the words held a sense of urgency, but she wasn't able to find it in herself to care. This is right where she needed to be. She felt safe and warm. His voice soothed her as her as she blinked slowly, her eyelids beginning to feel heavy.
More words left his mouth, desperate sounding and muffled by the sound of tears and spit. Y/N could make out less and less of what he said as he continued, but she didn't mind. As long as he kept talking, that's all she wanted right now.
And by god, did she never want him to let go of her.
Word Count: 1.3k
Warnings: N/A
Summary: Maybe opposites attract because they can see you for who you truly are.
Author's Note: A day later than i wanted with this chapter. I was partying at Cage the Elephant. Thank you for your patience.
Regina and Rodrick continued on quietly. After their date, Regina reported back to the plastics that it was "just fine" and offered nothing more. Gretchen begged for more information to no avail and even attemped to move the plan forward, trying to gain traction on Jack's attention, but Regina seemed uninterested. Gretchen finally kept her mouth shut and quietly observed. She kept track of all the quick glances and how quickly Regina picked up her phone after she recieved a text as to not let her or Karen see whom it was from. Gretchen would never say anything, but oh boy did she know.
As the weeks went by, Regina would ditch Gretchen and Karen at the mall to "just remain home". Something completely unlike her. When the plastics were actually invited over, Gretchen peeped the dingy black tshirt folded in with Regina's dirty laundry. The large familiar white L peeked out from beneath the shirt that laid over top of it.
Regina swore Rodrick to secrecy. Not willing to risk her repuation, but not saying it outright. They snuck each other in and out of their houses and took small moments in empty schoolrooms.
So far, they only came across the risk of getting caught once. Regina had been over Rodrick's house while his parents were out for Greg's school night, but got caught up and lost time. Before they knew it, Ben and the rest of Loded Diper were banging at the garage doors to be let in for a band practice. After Regina finally got Rodrick to stop panicking, she remained tucked away up in his bedroom for the next several hours. Desperate to distract herself from the medicore music, she became determined to snoop. When Rodrick finally made it back upstairs, he found her curled up asleep on his bed with a nudie magazine open to the centerfold.
Unlike Gretchen, Rodrick's friends didn't seem to suspect a thing. However, Janis continued to ignore Rodrick after Damien's debreif. She claimed to be "betrayed beyond all human comprehension." But to him, it was worth it. He couldn't have asked for anything better than the miracle he currently found himself in. Maybe that blissful ignorance was his downfall.
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Regina leaned back, her hands curled up and around Rodrick neck as she straddled him over the desk chair. He stared up at her with drooped eyelids and swollen, pink lips. His hair was wild from her hands sliding through it, leaving him looking well used. She smiled, admiring her work before leaning down once more and giving him a peck on the lips.
He groaned as she shifted forward on his lap with a sultry smile before getting up. "Please." He begged, reaching for her as she began moving about the room.
She laughed softly "You know I have to leave to get ready for Karen's birthday tomorrow." Her eyes trailed his body as he remained relaxed in the chair, his black jeans pulled tightly over his lap.
The chair sunk as she placed a hand on the arm and leaned over Rodrick. Her free hand grabbed at the prize waiting in his pants and she hovered inches from his face. He sucked in a breath of air in response. "You'll just have to wait for me next time." She teased with a smile before turning and grabbing her jacket.
Soft rock played quietly through the room for a moment before he spoke again. "I'll miss you tomorrow night."
Pulling her hair from beneath her jacket, she turned back to look at him with a knowing smile. "It's just one night. You'll have band practice anyway. Besides, you don't even like crowd that'll be there."
He stared at her with lowered brows and a tightened jaw. It was silent as his eyes roamed her face, that offered a soft smile. "I don't want to be a secret anymore, Regina."
On queue, her body stiffend and her smile dropped. A flash of dissapointment was quickly replaced with frustration. "Rodrick we've talked about this." She turned dismissivly, collecting her purse and shoes from around the room.
"Yea and it been almost 2 months." He sat up straighter in the chair. "I wanna show you off and be able to look in your direction at school when other people are around. I can't even walk by without Gretchen giving me the look of a dog ready to bite my head off."
"Look, I don't know what your problem is, but I'm done with this conversation." She headed towards the stairs that led down from the attic bedroom.
"Regina, wait." Rodrick voice was desperate and tired.
She paused, turning around and whippng her hair in the process. "what?"
His eyes starred into hers. She stared back with eyes widened in annoyance.
The look she gave him told him everythong he needed to know. Despite what it seemed like they had, she was still the same Regina George he knew before that party. To her, reputation was more than him. They could sneak into each others houses all they wanted, and drive miles away from town for a date, but she would never budge. Before he could even get a word out she began. A scoff left her mouth as she turned around, "ugh, stop wasting my time." She made her way downstairs, safe from the fact Rodrick's family wasn't home and out to her moms car before speeding away.
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After what occured in Rodrick's bedroom, it was back to how it was before their date in the blink of an eye. Regina refused to make eye contact and avoided him at all costs. She was back to being glued at the hip to Gretchen and Karen 24/7, not allowing him to even attempt to get a word to her. She ignored his texts and her parents were home everytime he attempted to come by the house.
"You're really bringing down the vibes with this sad drumming, dude" Ben spoke up, pulling Rodrick from his thoughts as he sat silently behind his drums. When he finally looked up, his bandmates stared at him with differing levels of annoyance.
He gave an awkward smile and sat up straighter on his stool. "sorry, just lost in thought." He mumbled before adjusting his drumsticks in his hand to prepare a count down and end the conversation.
"Well find it because we have a show in less than 2 weeks." Chris spoke up, clearly irritated.
Rodrick shrugged in response, not offering any reply. Ben stared at him silently, a blank look on his face that indicated he was forming a thought. Suddenly his eyebrows raised in excitement and his mouth spread into a wide open mouthed smile. "Rodrick. Aren't your parents supposed to be going out of town next Friday? We should totally have a party, invited all the hot chicks and of course, grace them with a preformance! That'll cheer you up! And maybe you can get a second chance with Regina after you fucked up that date."
Rodrick cringed at the comment about Regina. To the best of their knowledge, he botched his chance months ago and got off lucky without any humilitaing rumors as consequence. Unfortunately for him, that is exactly what happened, but it was more like a week ago instead of back in the beginning of winter.
"Listen, I don't know man. Greg will be here and-" Rodrick started.
"We'll just stick him in his bedroom and leave him out of sight." Ben shrugged off Rodrick's worries with a half-ass solution.
"C'mon man, what the worst that could happen. Miss Britney Spear doesn't show up? This type of thing is how we get on the map." Bill added in, obviously pumped about getting the chance to attend a party with high school girls.
Rodrick raised an eyebrow in suspicious, disgusted at Bill's enthusiasm before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. "Fine. We'll throw a party."
