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I spent today saving my Jamie fics in a Word document, and I checked the word count… Total? Approx. 108k words total for all my Jamie Campbell Bower-related fics. With Alan Rickman, 205k words (majority from Kinktober and Rickmas). That makes it about 313k words in less than a year… The 1-year anniversary (since I posted the first fanfic on this account) is August 20th.
I can't believe I've been writing consistently for (soon) a year. That's the longest I've written without going on hiatus.
ᯓ★ . 001 saw something he wasn't supposed to see...
Pairing: Henry '001' Creel x f!Reader || Stranger Things
Warning: smut, voyeurism, masturbation [001 and Reader]
˚₊⊹ masterlist: Peep ✧ Tumblr ˚ ₊⊹
word count: 2.1k
001's feet took him, almost aimlessly, to one of the janitor's storage rooms. There was hardly ever such an occasion when 001 would be allowed to roam freely; in fact, such times never happened unless 001 made them happen. He took the liberty to step away from his duties for a while; nothing to be done which would deem him the necessary orderly.
Everything was quiet, in order. Papa wasn't there today; he was gone. That seldom happened, and because of that, the measures were more lenient. The other orderlies slacked, the guards were less vigilant, and the experiments were permitted to rest more than Papa would allow them. That didn't mean the place didn't retain its strictness, that sterile cold glow to it. Everything was unchanged, with the mere difference that for one day, Papa wasn't there to exert his influence.
And besides, there was something more important that 001 was concerned with other than lingering alongside the other orderlies during this shift. Earlier in the day, he heard from another orderly that during the morning checkup, you had been 'misbehaving'. The brash manner in which he referred to you irked 001, but he was content to have at least heard something about you. He intended to visit you regardless, but this information had worked in his favour, and so, as soon as the chance allowed it, he disappeared from sight and began to walk aimlessly. He wasn't sure where you'd be, the measures being less strict that day, and so he counted more on a stroke of luck.
At first luck, then intuition, and lastly, signs.
It was by happenstance that he took the corridor he did; then he had a feeling that he should keep walking ahead. Then the signs didn't fail to show: at first, a soft shuffle, a rustling sound from the side that perked his ears and caused his head to turn ever so lightly to that side, observing the only possible location from which the sound could be coming. His brow furrowed as he squinted, trying to see the door better. Not that he didn't already know this place by heart, every single corridor and door inscribed in his mind after these years like the patterns on his hands. He focused his eyes, perhaps trying to detect any motions, but he was still too far away for that.
"Hmm..."
A soft sigh fell from his lips as his steps lightened their weight, causing less and less sound despite approaching the janitor's storage room. The whole deal was curious, because 001 knew this floor's section was not supposed to have the janitor working at this hour. It was a more private section, and the man would only come to claim his supplies at 8 P.M. and return them before the clock struck midnight. An odd schedule, but Papa chose it so, for it granted this section a privacy that could prove necessary. But now? Papa wasn't here... and neither should the janitor be.
001 stopped when his feet were by the door and turned to look on either side of the corridor. Where he came from, he was confident nobody would be following, and from the opposite side, he was quite certain nobody had access, so if anyone was to come, it had to be from the direction he also did. With that in mind, 001 closed his eyes for a moment and allowed his hearing to focus on the strange sounds coming from inside the storage room.
Those weren't sounds of cleaning, or replacing supplies, not even organising them. There was something about the sounds that caused 001 to feel his heart rate increase for no particular reason, other than apprehension as he focused on them. His breath was hitched in his throat, listening with so much focus that when at last an identifiable sound came, he released the breath he was holding as a shuddered sigh.
He recognised the sound, a moan.
It was quiet, barely distinguishable had he not been paying extreme attention. But more importantly, it wasn't a moan of pain or effort; it was clearly one that betrayed a certain kind of enjoyment. He heard a story that Papa punished a nurse and an orderly for being caught acting improperly with each other during their shared shift; was this the case now too? Had he stumbled into impropriety? But he was certain there was only one source... And he feared that he might have recognised the timbre as being yours.
He swallowed heavily, his hand clutching the doorframe's slightly protruding side, listening, not bold enough to peek through the barely visible crack. That slit between the door and its frame was enough to give him a peek into what was taking place, a revealing yet frightening possibility that 001 delayed for a moment longer, listening closer, ear nearly pressed into the door but without moving it. His left hand was clutching so tightly that his veins were showing by now, and his fingers began to tense with cramps. But he didn't move an inch, almost glued to that spot.
Then he heard it again.
This time he was certain it was you, for it was more than a simple quiet moan this time; you had spoken one word. A shuddered fuck, followed by another moan. Now, had there been someone with you, surely he'd hear them. But no matter how focused he was, he couldn't hear anybody else.
His mind raced to what the other orderly said about your misbehaving. Had you been agitated because you were eager to meet up with someone? That was unlikely, but maybe you were eager to be alone with yourself. That was more plausible... You had been misbehaving because you were yearning for this alone time. The idea was dangerously thrilling, and 001 felt his own heart race at the thought that he could watch. All he had to do was move just a few inches, and his eye would be blessed with it.
With his hand clinging to the frame, he slid those few inches to the side, cocking his head so his eye was right at that slit, able to peek inside. He knew the outline of that storage room, knew that he'd see you fully, because there was a sort of seat that the janitor would sometimes use to take a nap on when he was slacking. Not comfortable by any means, but enough to provide the space you needed for this. The sight, as he had expected, was just that. A dimly lit storage room that reeked of cleaning supplies, and that seat with you on it, your head thrown back and your shoulder moving at a pace that told 001 all he needed to know.
At first he leaned away, closing his eyes, almost frightened by what he had seen. Was he shy? No... certainly not. Was he prudish? That wasn't it either. What 001 was, was aroused. His eyes opened, and he glanced down at his own trousers; the neat white pants held up with his black belt were no longer neat and straight, but painfully caging his forming erection. His arousal was undeniable; how could he not be when he saw you touching yourself? And yet, he only saw the hints of it; he saw no skin... But he didn't need to. The sight of your head back with your hand clearly between your legs. He saw your shoulder roll with rhythmic movements, which gave his imagination the fuel it needed.
001 bit back on the grunt that almost escaped him as he returned to his peeping spot. The image had remained unchanged, perhaps with the small difference that now your jaw seemed tight, and you appeared a bit more tense, perhaps close? 001's right hand slid down to his trousers, instinctively cupping his bulge, pressing his palm on it. He didn't know if he should give in, so he didn't do anything but hold his hand almost as if to cover his own shameful erection.
"Fuck"
Your cussing made 001's cock twitch inside his trousers, and he pressed forth, moving his hips forward into his hand, grounding himself in it. The friction made his eyes fall shut for a second, trying to control his own need to moan, to keep his cover from being blown. His lips parted, and he let out the quietest sigh, eyes returning to you. Your facial expressions as you gave yourself pleasure led to 001's hand to fumble with the button of his trousers, and to clumsily take himself out of them, hand wrapped around his size. It wasn't comfortable, but he was desperate. The slight gap in the trousers provided by the zipper that had been shoved down all the way was hardly desirable, the fabric getting in the way nonetheless. His boxers too... He had to awkwardly take himself out by pushing them aside, but the elastic material was trying to get to its initial shape and kept rubbing uncomfortably against his base.
But his mind was not on any of these things.
All he could think of was the sight of you, pleasuring yourself without knowing you were watched. 001 wondered, as his hand worked roughly, who was the lucky object of your affection. Who were you imagining for the entire day that you had been so eager to come here, to the point you misbehaved in front of the other orderlies? His fingers gripped tightly around his size, the motion rough, needy. He knew he would last for as long as you did, which, by the state he saw you in, wasn't going to be long.
001 relished the sight of your lips scrunching in pleasure, your eyes squeezed shut, your slight writhing in that seat, and his favourite, the occasional whimpers. He wanted to hear you moan a name, any name. 001 ached to know who was the lucky one, almost harbouring a hope it was going to be him. He yearned for it certainly, but he didn't allow himself to dream too much; now, with you here, there was a chance... meek, but there.
His dick twitched, his hand working faster, his eyes glancing down for a moment at himself, nearly cussing under his breath, seeing his tip leaking with precum on his hand and on the floor. His eyes returned to you, biting the inside of his cheek as he saw you arch, his hand quickening its pace once again.
You were close, so close. He could see it, feel it, smell it. It was inundating his senses, and he felt as if he would burst in any second.
Your arches were so inviting, so raw; your moans alike less timid, more into the moment. 001 felt he would cum any second now, stroking himself without even registering the motion as being that of his own hand.
"Peter..."
Peter?
001 gasped audibly.
Not that name... How he wished he had heard Henry and yet, it was also one of his names. No other Peter orderly but him; that name haunted him, and yet, that meant it was him. You wanted him? Surely no other Peter was waiting outside for you, right? Right? He was the Peter you wanted. Wasn't he?
He felt a hot wave shoot through him. His whole body tensed and then jolted from the bliss of his orgasm, fucking into his hand as he rode the surges of it. Another warm sensation, this time in his hand as his cum pooled against the pale skin of his hand. Most of it made it into his cupped hand, but some had already seeped past his fingers, onto the floor and his trousers, dripping further down.
"Shit."
"Who's there-"
001 backed away from the door, catching one last glimpse of you as you shot up and disappeared from sight, probably to get yourself dressed and look decent. He looked at his hand, grunting. He didn't want to ruin his pants, but he had no choice, as he wiped his hand on them and callously tucked his softening size back in his boxers and trousers, almost running off as he zipped them up, trying to disappear from sight. And for the most part he did, disappearing around the corner just as you pushed open the door of the janitor's storage room.
When you glanced outside, you didn't get to see anything, but heard the steps, the frightened, quick steps of someone who was getting away. 001 hid himself in one of the orderly rooms by himself, panting. He knew you must be aware someone had watched you; he only hoped that you were too intoxicated with pleasure in the aftermath of your climax to figure out that it had been his voice.
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And I got a cold... This is like the 3rd cold I'm getting this year 💀 My spirit animal is, in fact, not an animal but a Victorian child. On another note, I will post a fic hopefully today in a couple of hours or tomorrow.
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ᯓ★ . Trust me, you won't expect what you're about to read.
Pairing: Skiff x f!Reader || Thomas the Tank Engine
Warning: crackfic... I warn you, it's unexpected. All I can say is, forgive the poor rhyming and metre, I don't normally write this kind of stuff.
˚₊⊹ masterlist: Crack fic #1 ✧ Tumblr ₊⊹
word count: 800
SKIFF, Y/N, CAPTAIN JOE, THOMAS
[The lighthouse. Beside it, two sets of rails, one high upon the cliff, the other at its foot.]
[Enter SKIFF on the lower rails, anxious.]
SKIFF:
However hard this task may prove to be,
For Skiff, impossible it's not, he says!
When Skiff has put his mind to fix one thing
There's nothing that can slow Skiff in his way.
[SKIFF hears a distant whistle.]
Oh, quiet now... Skiff thinks he heard a sound.
He knows! The one who made that sound is found.
A little puff, a clatter then a clang,
It must be Thomas, jolly little tank!
[THOMAS enters with Y/N.]
That's Thomas there, and Skiff was right to guess,
Alone he came to shore, not with his friends.
Now he departs... and who is left behind?
What soul stands there above the cliff's high side?
[THOMAS departs. Y/N leans over the railing above.]
Oh goodness, Skiff's own mouth has told a lie!
Is that...? Oh gracious... Skiff is struck quite high.
That's Skiff's own light, the precious human, done!
If legs he had, quickly Skiff would run!
See how those eager feet come to the edge,
That hand now waves to Skiff, his love he'd pledge!
Skiff's hull compels him now to come at once.
The rails beneath the railing, nothing stunts
Him from his pursuit! She should count to one
And glance below at him; he'll see it done.
[SKIFF comes beneath the cliff. Y/N looks at him below.]
Y/N:
Heavens, Skiff! I thought good Joe had kept you back
To tend the lighthouse and to work the lamp,
How glad my heart, how joyful now to find
You waiting here, where I had hoped you'd had!
Come, let me climb and join you by your side,
Don't fret and hide, let love be our pride
And we can sail away, just you and I,
Into that darkened sea which ahead lie!
Where Captain Joe can part us not again,
Where you and I can in our pure love dwell.
[CAPTAIN JOE comes out of the lighthouse. He sees Y/N. SKIFF hides.]
CAPTAIN JOE:
Oh! What a delightful presence has just
bestowed my eye! But come inside; don't hide!
I called for you to give your thoughts upon
The festive lights we've hung throughout Skiff's home
For celebration! Yet you seem withdrawn.
Your eyes keep wandering downward the cliff.
Is there a sight below which caught your eye?
Least your attention must I therefore buy!
[Y/N looks toward where SKIFF stood, but he is gone.]
Y/N:
Oh no! Good Joe, there's nothing but the waves.
I found them pleasant with their pesky little raves!
I watched them pass the time while pausing here
Until you showed and shook me up, I fear!
[CAPTAIN JOE looks over the railing, then nods.]
CAPTAIN JOE:
I see! Then take one final look, and come.
Unless you jump, though I'd suggest no swum
Your work awaits, so linger here no more.
For boats could show, and feisty hearts some bore;
One just might steal you from the shore with ease,
And save you not, for it so swiftly flees!
[CAPTAIN JOE goes into the lighthouse. SKIFF cautiously returns.]
SKIFF:
Oh, you must leave, and so must Skiff today,
The Captain soon may turn, and look this way!
Should he but see Skiff's post left all alone,
Poor Skiff, his love, the cover's fully blown!
But we shall meet again, of that be sure;
For Skiff knows well this love can more endure!
And Skiff will steal you from this lonely place,
And with you drift where they won't swiftly trace.
Y/N:
Then by your promise I should make a vow,
To wait my patient heart from this day now.
Though now I leave, and grief my soul has torn,
I'll wait for you till hope is once reborn.
Farewell now! Be safe, my darling railboat!
And may your timber never stop its float!
[Y/N follows CAPTAIN JOE into the lighthouse.]
SKIFF:
Skiff's Captain... oh, dear Captain, could not see
The love that Skiff bears faithfully it be,
A human and a boat, so strange, it's true;
Yet Skiff knows love can still be born anew.
What matter wood, or flesh, that's part of us,
Why should so many make our love a fuss?
Timber, flesh, these are but just a mere shell
Within them where this sentiment would dwell!
If only we could shed our shells like some
Skiff knows we'd love again beyond our form!
Farewell, sweet human. May we meet once more,
And love should guide your footsteps to this shore.
Now Skiff will dream, though fear grows in Skiff's heart
But Skiff must leave, for he has done his part.
Guess who wrote this yesterday + today while waiting for my MA interview [yesterday] and the results [today]? me. Still no results posted, apparently they come tomorrow ~.~
After last time's vote, here's the new Stranger Things tarot card- Papa's children, as the Three of Cups.
Definitely a version of them that is much more happy than they ever got to be in canon... (It's been months and I'm still seething). I like to picture Kali and Henry bickering, while El plays referee. The design on their cups is a reference to my AU!
Now...
Who's next?
Lucas
Patty
Jonathan
Joyce
Will (+ Party)
Hopper
Dr. Brenner / Papa
Voting ended onJul 26
And I officially reached the limit of cards I can put in one post... Will have to make ✨a collage ✨to get them all to fit. Sigh
Oh also, about the character from Caer. Should I make him purely based on my vision of what he'd be like, or should we collectively create him? (I can make a google forms where we can gather suggestions)
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