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Ch.16 We Belong Together

Chapter 16 of Strange

A/N- ANGSTY CHAPTER AFTER ANGSTY CHAPTER. Enjoy friends :)

Warning- ANGST!!!!, swearing, FLUFF I REPEAT FLUFF, talks of weapons and death, blood and Injury, grief, LONG CHAPTER.

Pairing- Steve Harrington x Hopper!fem-reader

Episode- 4x07-4x08

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Sure, the time to confess your unspoken feelings to Steve right now was pretty horrible considering where you currently are, but after what happened just now, after fearing that you almost lost him, you can’t hold back anymore. He needs to know.

Besides, if your own death is near at least he needs to be assured that the time he dedicated to you was never wasted, it was always and will forever be cherished.

“I…” you swallow thickly and speak softly. “I love you, more than anything. More than you know.”

Steve’s lips part, he blinks in surprise, and the only thing he can respond with in that moment is something witty. “That’s not what I thought you’d say.”

A soft scoff escapes your lips, and as you caress his cheeks with your thumbs his lips slowly break into a soft smile before he opens his mouth again in attempts to add something. “I—”

“Sorry to break the beautiful moment,” Robin cuts Steve off, “but do you guys think these bats have, like, rabies?”

Steve and you share a concerned look before you both look at Robin with the same confused and concerned faces.

“What?” Steve queries.

“It’s just that rabies are, like, my number one greatest fear. And I think we should probably get you to a doctor like, really soon….”

You slowly slip your hands off Steve’s face and your confused and concerned faces shift to slightly annoyed and perplexed

expressions. Just slightly.

“…because once symptoms set in,” Robin continues to ramble. “It’s too late. You’re already like, dead.”

You part your lips and draw in a small breath to talk back, but the sound of a bat chittering in the distance cuts you off and makes Robin, Eddie and Nancy get near Steve and you to watch as they begin to huddle around the gate.

“All right,” Steve says and lifts his arm to put it out in front of you for protection. “There’s not that many. We can take ‘em. Right?”

You glance at your makeshift weapon disregarded just a few inches in front of you after you were mesmerized by Steve killing that bat, and then glance up at the bats to agree with Steve. Yet, right when you were going to do so, more bats began to approach.

“You were saying?” Robin said.

“I vote run,” you voice your change of opinion now that more trouble than you can handle loomed. “There’s too many and it seems like they’re just…” you pause and narrow your eyes. “Protecting the gate?”

“The woods,” Nancy cuts in loudly. “Come on!”

Before anyone could debate her choice, she’s already taken a head start and forces you all to follow her through the woods for a few miles until you found the Upside Downs Skull Rock to take cover from the bats that kept flying above. It was actually very fucking terrifying hearing them overheard, knowing that at any second they could just dive down and attack.

Even when there was a minute of relief where it seemed that most passed, you couldn't help but stay on guard and tense.

“Oh…” Robin whispered as she poked her head out from under the rock. “Okay. That was close.”

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees in between pants. “Too close.”

You stand up straight and slowly walk out just far enough to see the sky better. “We aren’t out of the woods yet.” You mumble also in between exhausted pants.

“Hilarious,” Eddie quipped dryly.

You look over at him and shoot him a small smile and a wink. However, your amusement falls instantly the moment you catch Steve stumbling towards the wall and groaning breathlessly. “Oh, sh…shit.”

“Steve?” You call and rush to his side. “Hey…” you trail off the moment you notice the blood running out of his wounds.

“I’m fine,” he tried to assure you. “I’m fine.”

It can’t..it can’t be happening again. You didn’t even notice all the blood because you were running, but now that you do see it, you can’t help but actually grow nervous and petrified for his well-being. He looked and sounded bad and you didn’t even notice…It’s just…it can’t be a coincidence. After you told him you loved him.

“Y/N, I’m fine,” Steve said again after he noticed you were more afraid than he was.

You blink and look up at him to slowly shake your head before your words come out. “No, no, no. You’re not.” Your hands hover over his wounds while tears fill your eyes. “You’re losing blood.” You look behind him for a brief moment before you look at his wounds again and grab his shoulder to slowly guide him down. “Come on, sit, okay?”

Steve grunts and you instantly apologize as if it’s your fault. “I’m sorry. I'm sorry.” You pull your hands away from him and look down at yourself to check if you could use any part of your own clothes to use as some form of bandage, but you had left your skirt on the damn boat.

“Oh…” Robin whispers.

You snap your eyes towards her and watch her approach Steve all cautiously until Nancy pats your shoulder to point out the piece of fabric she was cutting off from her shirt. “Here. This will help for now.”

You nod. “Yeah, thanks.” You try to offer her a smile, but the corner of your lips just twitch since your concern latched onto you hard.

“So the good news is I’m pretty sure wooziness is not a common symptom of rabies.” Robin begins to say beside you and Steve, causing you to try and not to focus on her rabies topic as it didn’t sound outlandish now that Steve was weak and losing blood. “But if you start having hallucinations or muscle spasms, or you start feeling aggressive, like you wanna punch me or something, then you should totally let me know.”

You get it, she’s worried too, but you can’t handle her rambling right now that you’re worried and scared for Steve. The sound of your heart pounding in your ears, the memories that forced themselves to your head was all already bothersome enough, and adding Robin’s rambling to the mix made you feel more overwhelmed.

“Robin,” Steve cut in.

“Yeah?”

“I kinda wanna punch you.”

Robin lets out a nervous laugh and says, “sense of humor’s still intact. That’s a good sign.”

Steve nods and whispers, “yeah,” whilst you take Nancy's piece of fabric that she finally hands you.

“Thanks,” you repeat and let out a shaky breath before turning back to face Steve. “Okay, I’m sorry I don’t have anything else, you know like water, or alcohol, a good bandage, but this will work. It’ll stop your bleeding,” you say in hopes that it would. “You’ll be okay.”

Steve leans towards you and begins to watch you while you begin to bandage his torso as those memories play a lot more vividly in your mind now; the last time you told Sara you loved her and the moment they told you she passed. The first time you told your father you loved him after a long time and that exact moment Joyce told you without the need of any words that he didn’t make it.

You tried not to be negative now, it was just a little blood, but it was happening again after you told him that you loved him. Seeing how bad he’s hurt after he got attacked, hearing him in pain and having those memories play back just had a way to wound you so deep that it currently felt like someone was clutching your heart in their fist to get ready to just squish it at moments notice, your chest felt so tight that it felt hard to even breathe. You were the one supposed to be comforting Steve, but he’s the one assuring you.

“Hey, y/n, this kind of reminds me of when I helped you out, remember? Your first week in Hawkins?”

You finish wrapping the bandage and slowly let your eyes drift up to him to question him with just your look alone.

“After—”

“You almost ran me over,” you finish for him with a breathless chuckle. “Yeah.” You scoff and look back down to tighten the bandage.

The corner of Steve’s lip pull up after seeing you smile.

“Too tight?” You ask and once again drift your eyes up to him.

“No, that’s good.”

You nod and look down to draw in a breath and keep it trapped in your chest as you tie the ends of the fabric together. “All right,” you breathe out. “You’ll be okay,” you try to assure him again while you let yourself meet his gaze to say it again, but this time to assure yourself. “You’ll be okay.”

“I know, I will be,” he whispers as he holds your gaze. “Thanks.”

Even after confessing what you felt, you could still feel the same tension between the both of you; there's just so much you still needed to tell him. Things to assure him over, and strengthen your confession since you knew he was still somewhat unsure; you can see it in the way he looks at you, you can feel it too, it’s so obvious.

“And,” Steve continues with that smile. “I didn't almost run you over. Let’s get that clear.”

You keep your hands on his torso and smile wider. “You did. That’s what it is after someone swerves away from a body—”

“On the road,” he snaps. “You were in the road, on my road.”

“Public road. And I was on my skateboard, you were the one distracted,” you argue.

“Wait,” Robin interjects with an entertained smile. “You ran y/n over?”

Steve’s head snaps towards her and he points at her but immediately puts his hand down since it hurts his side. “No! Almost!”

“Aha!” You exclaim. “See. Told ya so.” You shoot him a smirk and end up sharing a longing look until Eddie’s voice interrupts the moment.

“So, uh, this place is like Hawkins, but with monsters and nasty shit?”

You slip your hand off Steve’s torso and grab his arm to swing it over your shoulder so you can help him out from under the rock, while Nancy answers Eddie. “Pretty much.”

“You okay?” You whisper up to Steve.

Steve nods and leans towards your ear to whisper. “Let’s talk later…if we get out that is—We will though.”

“Yeah,” you agree. “I was going to say the same thing.”

“Wait,” you hear Nancy say. “Watch out for the vines. It’s all a hive mind.”

“It’s all a what?” Eddie asks while he’s balancing himself on a rock.

“All the creepy crawlies around here, they’re, like, one or something. You step on a vine, you’re stepping on a bat, you’re stepping on Vecna.”

“Shit.” Eddie hisses.

“But everything from our world is still here, right?” Robin adds to Eddie’s question. “Except people? Obviously.”

Nancy continues to answer for the group. “As far as I understand it, yeah.”

“So, theoretically, we can go to the police station and steal guns and grenades and whatever we need to blow up those bat things that are guarding the gate.”

“Yeah,” Steve remarks to Robin’s comment. “I highly doubt Hawkins PD has grenades, Robin. But guns, yeah sure.”

You scoff and shake your head. “No, Hawkins PD is all the way downtown, it’s way too far to just walk out there. I mean who knows what else is out here, we need to find weapons somewhere else. I’m sure there's a house that has at least one gun or two. I mean my grandpa's cabin has a shotgun, and a hunting rifle, we can go there.”

Nancy looks over at you and shakes her head. “No, we don’t have to go all the way downtown or to your dad's cabin for guns. I have guns in my bedroom.”

Hm. Cool. Badass.

“You,” Eddie says as he hops down from the rock. “Nancy Wheeler, have guns, plural, in your bedroom?”

“Full of surprises, isn’t she?” Robin says with awe.

You sigh. “I mean with what we’ve dealt with, why wouldn’t she own guns? It’s smart. Good thinking, Nance.”

Nancy smiles at you and then continues with her comment. “I have a Russian Makarov and a revolver.”

“Yeah,” Steve scoffs and nudges you. “She almost shot me with that one.”

You blink and look over at him to question him. “Really?”

“Yeah, he almost deserved it.” Nancy adds in her defense, making you snicker until you’re cut off as Eddie throws his vest at Steve.

“For your modesty, dude.”

You smirk and part your lips to add something about keeping Steve shirtless, but Robin catches you right away and shuts you up. “No, don’t say a word.”

“Aw, sweetheart. Come on.” You try to be a bit lighthearted to try and calm down your nerves and shut up that fear that was poisoning your mind.

Robin shakes her head and makes you smirk deeper while you also feel Steve pull his arms away from your shoulder to begin putting on the vest. Yet, right when he was trying the ground suddenly began to shake, causing you to stumble back but keep balanced long enough to grab Nancy and keep her in your arms while the ground kept shaking.

“Oh, fuck,” you whisper through pants whilst you tighten your hold around Nancy and feel her hold on to your arm.

And of course, as if on cue, right as the ground stopped moving, those creatures are heard again, leaving a more tense silence and feeding that fear you all had.

“Yeah,” Eddie breaks the silence. “So, guns seem like a pretty idea to me.”

“Yeah,” Robin agrees. “Me too.”

Nancy pulls away from you and you walk back and turn away from the group to try and take in a few deep breaths, but Steve cuts in, “So what are we waiting for?” He pulls out his flashlight and turns it on to begin leading the group further into the woods.

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“…and at the last moment the oldest sister jumped, hopped and ran in front of the evil wizards spell to save her youngest sister from the cruel fate—”

“Y/N.”

You look up from the book in your hands and see your mother barging in the hospital room with your father chasing after her. “Hey wait—”

“Momma?” You call in confusion. “What’s wrong?”

Your mother fixes her purse over her shoulder and doesn’t even glance at Diane in the corner, or at the little girl on the hospital bed beside you, her eyes are set strictly on you as her hand is extended towards you.

“It’s time to go. Now.”

You glance at Diane in the corner and then at your father behind your mother and hesitate since you still had another week to be here with Sara. Your mother came a week early.

“But momma—”

“No, buts y/n, it’s time to go. Now,” she insisted, causing your father to try and grab her arm to pull her out of the room to talk, but she just pulled her arm away from his grasp and looked back to whisper something you didn’t catch, but something that made him look over at you and your sister before he sighed and stepped inside the room to talk to you.

“Look, your mom is going to take you home now, okay?” He caresses your cheek and tries to smile. “We’ll call okay? Everyday. I’ll pick you up after Sarah is done with this round of chemo, okay? And we'll go to the beach together.”

You set the book down and frown, you want to argue, you want to cry against your mothers wishes, but you wanted to be strong for Sara, you didn’t want her to see you crying or fighting with your mother, so instead you nod slowly in agreement.

“Okay, you promise you’ll call?” You ask and meet his gaze.

Your father nods and places a kiss on the top of your head and whispers, “I love you. Say goodbye to your sister.” He pulls away to let you slide off your chair and get on the bed to do just as he said.

“I’m going to go with my mom now, okay, Sara? I’ll be back soon.” You assure her in a soft voice, and with a sweet smile on your face.

“Promise?” She asked quietly.

The smile on your face widens and your voice turns softer. “Pinky promise.”

Sarah beams at you and lets you wrap her in a gentle embrace that lets you share simple yet meanfigul and truthful words. “I love you so much, Sara.”

Said girl tightens her hold around you and giggles before she repeats your words with ease. “I love you too, sis.”

You stay in the embrace for a few more seconds before you have to pull away to slowly get off the bed and say goodbye to your father and Diane before your mother quickly whisks you out of the room as if in a rush, making Sara be the last thing you saw before the door shut behind you.

Unknowingly though, that would be the last thing you saw of her; that glimpse of the small wave, and her small happy smile that decorated her pale features before the door shut behind you. That I love you would be the last thing you’d ever tell her because just a few days later after no contact your father did call like he said he would, but not to talk to you, it was to talk to your mother in fact.

Right away you knew the call was strange, when they talked there was no arguing back and forth, the call was short, unbelievably so since they always tended to argue for a long time when he called.

“Momma,” you slowly call her out after you see her put the phone down and stay completely and utterly still. “Was it my dad?”

Your mother lets out a deep breath and stays with her back agaisnt you for a few more minutes until you begin to approach her to check if she’s okay. “Momma?”

“Y/N, my sweet girl…” she pauses, and then turns around to crouch in front of you to get to your eye level and hold your shoulders with this sad look in her eyes that makes her eyes gleam. “I have to tell you something.” She swallows thickly and sighs before she continues. “It’s Sara, she…she passed away….”

The rest of what she told you was lost, you failed to grasp anything else after her announcement. The days after that were a blur, you couldn’t recall most of the funeral anymore, all you could remember was those emotions you now recognized as grief and heartbreak. Most importantly, what was the most vivid memory was that last moment you shared with your sister.

What once was an endearing moment, has now turned sour and traumatizing because you solely poisoned such a sweet memory with your crippling fear and paranoia. But it was unintentionally done, and in your mind choosing to let the memory turn heart aching rather than letting it be comforting and happy was reasonable, in your own mind.

And now that you’ve told Steve what you felt, now that he’s wounded and in danger of dying, that same poison that tainted Sara’s memory and your fathers, was beginning to corrupt that little bit of happiness in a place surrounded by horror.

No matter how much you tried convincing yourself that he’d be fine now that you patched him up, you couldn’t help yourself from getting lost in that fear that fogged up your mind. It left you quiet while you made your way to Nancy’s house, or correction, the Upside Down version of her house. That same silence killed Robin, she wanted to wait for a better time but she couldn’t help herself anymore.

“So are we going to talk about it?” She asked as she fell to your side and let Nancy guide the way by herself.

You blink and slide your eyes over to her to question her with a quirked brow.

“What you told, Steve?” She explained herself and fianlly let you in on what she was referencing. “I mean from what I could grasp in your emotional letter to your dad, that was the thorn in your relationship, right?”

Wow.

“Uh,” you breathe out and nod stiffly as you’re left a bit baffled. “Yes.” You cross your arms over your chest and scoff. “You know, for someone who says she has trouble grasping some things, it was easy for you to figure out my relationship problems.”

Robin shrugs and smiles. “You guys are my friends, I have been rooting for the two of you since before you and I were even friends, I need this relationship to work. Having you guys fighting is like seeing my own parents fight, it’s traumatizing.”

You can’t help the amused smile that tugs on your lips after you scoff. Alas, that gesture gets tainted by those stupid dark feelings too and it just brings out your negatitvty. “I told him what I felt but at what cost? He’s hurt, I—”

“Shut up,” Robin blurts. “Shut up with that. The only curse here is Vecna. You, Y/N Hopper are not a curse, you are just a girl, a simple curseless girl, you hear me?” She meets your gaze as you keep walking after Nancy. “Your sister died because of that vicious cancer, you didn’t curse her. You father died being a hero, you didn’t curse him. The only thing you’ll curse is yourself if you keep thinking that way! And take it from someone who can’t help but take a negative spin on things!” She throws out her arms and exclaims, making you shush her so the others wouldn’t hear your conversation.

“Steve is walking on both feet, he’s alive thanks to you taking that jump,” she continues to tell you…or lecture you? You can’t tell her with her voice sounding almost angry and nervous at the same time.

“I mean, all you did was save him. So please stop, or else Vecna will use that against you, I mean he uses trauma against you, right?” Her voice turns a lot rougher this time. “He already has you as a potential victim, so if you keep thinking that way you’ll just be an easier target, I mean think about your sister! Do you really want her to attend another funeral? And I for one can’t stand thinking that I might lose you because you can’t get out of these stupid fake claims about yourself. I’m being serious, y/n, I can’t lose you, so please stop. Get your shit together, or I will slap you.”

Robin takes one last look at you and chooses to walk ahead to once again join Nancy, leaving you completely and utterly speechless—you never thought you’d get lectured by Robin out of all people. It was…well, it was kind of scary.

More scarier than the earthquake that hit only minutes after Robin walked off.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” you curse under your breath and hold onto a tree while the ground kept trembling.

“Okay,” Robin began to comment while she was holding herself steady on the ground. “Second on my list of least favorite things, earthquakes. Seriously, I’m unsteady enough as it is.”

You groan and dig your nails into the tree bark to try and keep yourself standing as the shaking ground threatens to knock you down.

Well, at least you keep yourself steady until you watch Nancy walk off while the ground continues to shake, after that you push yourself off the tree and follow her until she's stopped just outside of the tree line.

“Nancy! Y/N!” Robin calls until she and the other two join Nancy and you to watch her house standing just across the field, surrounded by broken down transmission towers and a dark empty field of grass.

“Come on,” Nancy urged the group forward and continued to guide the group towards the eerie lonely house casted by dark clouds that produce loud red lightning strikes.

As you did follow, the group stayed clustered together just for a little while but everyone then broke away to walk at their own pace since all you’ve done for the past hours has just been walking, it provided a strain nobody complained about, but did feel.

The good thing was that the house wasn’t far anymore, but throughout that short walk you were left with a chance to find an excuse to talk with Steve since he was walking just a bit behind you.

“How are you holding up?” You ask whilst you wait for him to catch up to you so you can continue forward.

“Hurts a little less, but it’s still painful,” he shares and lets you push back part of the vest to check if he had bled more.

Which luckily he wasn’t.

“Well,” you sigh. “It doesn’t seem like you’re bleeding anymore, but let’s not add any strain or you know bump into it, ‘kay?” You look up at his neck and frown deeper at how deep the bat's tail had embedded in his skin. “This hurt?”

When you don’t receive an immediate answer you look up at him and catch that he’s already looking at you.

This look unlike the ones before was soft, not filled with any hostility after the arguments and misunderstanding you’ve had, this look still seeked something from you, but you could make out that twinkle in his eyes as he kept looking at you. And that slight change makes your heart skip a beat, it has you looking away all nervously, and has you letting go of his side.

“She talked to you? Robin, I mean?” He utters quietly so she wouldn’t hear. “I saw you guys deep in conversation just a bit ago.”

You draw out a deep breath and nod. “More like she lectured me about some stuff, it was scary, like, I have never actually seen her mad before.”

“You?” Steve probes. “Made her mad? What did you do to her?”

You shrug. “I think I annoyed her, like, I was really surprised.” You shake your head and meet his gaze to laugh. “It was really scary. I’m not lying, don’t make her mad.”

Steve scoffs and nods along. “Got it.” He proceeds to let out a sigh and slows down his pace just a bit since you’re closer to Nancy's house—“we’re good right? I mean we have things to talk about, but we’re good right?”

Without an ounce of hesitation you nod. “Yeah. I mean, are we?” You stop in your steps and only take a small glimpse of the others as they walk inside, before you return your gaze back to Steve as he stops in front of you too.

“I mean after you just saved me back there, yes we are.” He begins to smile. “It’s not everyday I see you stabbing a bat with a broken oar to save me, I mean that was fucking badass.” He grins now and makes you begin to smile and get all hot and nervous as if he’s never complimented you before. “I mean, baby, I was impressed, maybe a little turned on too. And that flip you did with the oar, it was cool as hell.”

You drop your head and bite the inside of your cheek before you perk up and beam at him “I made that bat my bitch!”

Steve snorts and wants to judge your choice of words, but he’s too amused to say anything. “You definitely made that bat your bitch.”

“What can I say?” You say all smugly and then hit right back with some compliments of your own. “Let’s not leave you out because damn! I mean, you don’t need a laser watch when you have brute strength, I mean, it was hot, the way you just swung it and then smacked it on the ground. That was amazing.”

Steve shrugs with nonchalance and answers all cockily. “What can I say? I was being the hero the group needed.”

“Total American hero,” you sweet talk him, making him break into a soft chuckle as he nods in agreement with his hands on hips.

“If Dustin could see us now. Total American heroes.” He licks his lips and holds your gaze in that silence that follows to lean in and lift one hand to reach for your face, but just when he was close he pulled it back to brush his hair back instead. “Are you doing okay?”

Slowly your smile begins to fall at the sound of his question, and the weight it carried returned to your chest. You thought of lying to assure him, but you remembered what Robin said, what Nancy said and what…Miss Vasquez said as well and decided to lean towards the truth. Especially because he’s still here after you confessed.

“Just a bit scared,” you sigh and hold his gaze. “But besides that, yes, I’m okay. You’ll let me know if you’re feeling anything else, right?” You ask and glance at his bandage. “Any symptoms that are out of the ordinary.”

Steve nods. “I will, but don’t worry, I’m good. I’m all good.”

You draw in a deep breath and nod even if you carry the concern and doubt on your face.

“You’ll let me know if you feel anything Vecna related, right?” He also asks, letting you slowly exhale.

“I will,” you agree. “I mean if not you’ll definitely know right?” You snicker.

Steve’s eyes narrow to shoot you a pointed glare before he shakes his head. “No, no, not funny.” He pulls away and turns to walk inside the house with you trailing right behind him and contradicting him.

“It’s a little funny. I mean get it cause I’ll—”

“Shh.” Steve cuts you off, causing your face to contort to express annoyance and discontent.

“Wh—”

“Shh, you hear that?” Steve whispers and points his flash towards the dark vines that decorated the inside of Nancy’s house, whilst he kept slowly treading forward.

You try to strain your ears while you cautiously follow after him, but you still don’t catch anything….

Is it his rabies?

“Steve, I don’t hear shit, maybe try to tell me what we’re hearing so I can know. Unless it’s what Robin said you’d feel.”

Steve peers back at you and flashes his light on your face, making you shield your eyes and miss that complete shocked look on his face as he finally let you in. “It’s Dustin.” He flashes his light away and continues to walk around.

At first, you still couldn’t catch a thing, it made you worry heighten, to the point you were going to sit him down and try and do something about it, but just then, right when you approached Steve and opened your mouth, you heard Dustin. He sounded far though, a bit muffled, as if he was at the other side of some room. You can’t lie and say it isn’t relieving to hear his voice.

“Dustin!” Steve called loudly. “Dustin!”

You look around in the hopes you’d find a way to communicate back without sounding a bit crazy like Steve next to you, but there was literally nothing but vines and useless junk.

“Du—Hello? Hel…Hello?”

“Y/N?” You hear Nancy call you from behind.

When you look back you see her and the other two watching Steve trying to communicate with his young child friend with concern.

“What’s going on? Is he okay?”

You smile and sound just as crazy as Steve. “We can hear Dustin’s voice from the other side.” You sigh at Steve’s continuous attempts. “We’re trying to talk back, but well…” you trail off and look back at Steve.

“Steve, what are you doing?” Nancy asked and gained his attention.

“He’s here,” he shared and spins around to point his flashlight at the group. “Henderson, that little shit, he’s here. He’s like…he’s in the wall or something. Just listen.” He then goes quiet for a bit and puts his hand behind his ear—“It’s Dustin.”

“It’s true, the little fucker is here.” You say in support of his claims and shoot them a smile that just receives more strange looks.

“You guys are a strange couple,” Eddie mutters with his eyebrows furrowed.

You scoff and get ready to snap back, but Steve continues to yell so it forces you to turn and instead address him. “Steve, he won’t hear you, try something else! And be careful with the vines!” You continue to follow Steve to try and find something while he continues to yell.

When the others finally hear the voices, they begin to try and get Dustin’s attention too.

But they also get nothing.

“All right, either this kid can’t hear us or he’s being a total douchebag,” Steve grumbles.

You blink and part your lips to gasp as a thought suddenly barges out from the depths of your head. “Will found a way.”

Steve and Nancy look over at you and he questions you. “What?”

You drift your eyes over to them and continue. “Joyce told me what happened, she said Will found a way to speak to her through the lights!” You then focus on Nancy to ask for reassurance. “Right? I’ve been trying to remember, but I didn’t get it ‘till now!”

The look on Nancy’s face turns from perplexed to surprised and a bit excited. “Exactly!” She exclaims and then runs towards a lamp to try and turn it on, but it wouldn’t work, not even when she tried the switch.

“It’s not working.”

You turn and look around again until Steve’s voice made you turn to face him. “Guys? You seeing this?” He keeps his flashlight pointed ahead of him which causes you to look over at his target. Which turned out to be…just a chandelier.

A chandelier that’s dimly lit.

“No way,” you muse with an impressed smile before you slowly step towards the light to see that there was some type of sparkling hue that blanketed the chandelier. It was sort of…pretty, mesmerizing, not enough to stick your fingers in it, but Nancy did anyway, luckily nothing bad happened to her hand. She just kept waving it around and actually made it tempting to you and the others too.

Even if you were a bit skeptical considering this was the Upside down, you slowly let your hand get pulled towards the light just as the others tried to touch that hue too. And instead of feeling a heat like you thought you would, you felt that….well whatever substance that covered the light softly tickle your fingers.

“It…tickles,” Steve mused what you had in mind.

“It kinda of feels good,” you voice out instead.

“Does anyone know Morse code?” Nancy suddenly asks the group.

You slowly lower your gaze from the light and look over at her to nod. “Yes. I do.” You lower your hand and feel everyone’s stares on you now. “What?” You quip. “My dad taught me a long time ago.”

Eddie scoffs and lifts his hands when you look over at him. “We didn’t say anything, it’s cool that’s all. Really, I’m being honest, it’s cool.”

You look away from him and glance at the light before letting your eyes go from face to face before you speak. “We should keep the message short and sweet so it’s easier to pass. Any ideas?”

“How about SOS?” Eddie suggests.

“Yeah,” you agree right away. “It works.”

Before wasting more time you lift your hand again to tap your fingers through the hue to send out the message. With each second that passes though, the more you grow frustrated when you wouldn't get a response. Not because your hand was getting tired of being extended for a long period of time, but because you could hear Dustin’s voice and got nothing.

A few minutes pass with nothing and it only aggravates you more, until finally you catch the right commotion.

“It’s working.” Robin points out what was becoming known.

You continue nonetheless until finally there's a response. “Just hold on!”

You sigh in relief and let a small grin tug on your lips.

“Tell them to get my sisters Lite Brite, we can communicate that way.” Nancy ordered.

You nod immediately and pass the message by just spelling out the object to keep the message short.

“Right!” You hear Dustin’s muffled response seconds after. “Right! Go to Nancy’s room!”

Without waiting anymore Nancy runs over to get the Lite Brite and then you continue to run to her room to wait for the others to communicate back. Which in their defense didn’t take that long, but you were getting impatient to see if this plan would work so it felt like an eternity when it was just mere minutes.

“Come on. come on,” Steve whispered beside your ear.

You exhale deeply and clench your jaw until the moment a dim light finally glows from the Lite Brite, and Dustin’s voice follows to echo out. “You guys seeing this?”

Slowly you let your jaw loosen from its tight hold and can’t help but let out a breathless and relieved laugh while Nancy waved her hand over the light as a response that earns a recognizable happy chuckle for an answer.

“We’re not moving it,” Dustin’s voice continues to sound out. “But we’re gonna unplug it. Stand by….yank it.”

The light lost its hue, but the plan to communicate continued. “Okay, try it now!” Dustin shouts.

Nancy nods and whispers, “Okay,” and proceeds to focus on the object in front of her to first spell out ‘Hi’, and then leave the group waiting for something to be said back.

“Okay, come on,” you mumble and clasps your hands together as you wait impatiently. “Come on.”

Just moments after your comment, there's a confirmation, “that worked!”

Your lips break into a grin once more and out of excitement you grab Nancy's shoulders and shake her to celebrate your small win.

Yet, no one could be fully relieved yet, there was still more to say in order to get help to get out.

“Okay, uh, uhm,” Nancy muttered after the excitement between the five of you faded away so you could concentrate on the plan in hand again.

This time Nancy spelled out, “Stuck,” and an answer was quickly given.

“Stuck!”

“Yes,” Steve agreed.

“We are,” Robin added, whilst Eddie hummed and nodded, and you smiled softly out of happiness and couldn’t help but clasp your hands together to press the side of your knuckle against your lips since you were also very anxious.

“Uh,” Dustin begins to speak again. “You can’t get back through Watergate?”

Your eyebrows scrunch together at the name of the gate and you share a confused look with Eddie since he was beside you.

“What the hell’s Watergate?” Steve voiced the question you and Eddie had in mind.

“‘Cause it’s in water and its gate,” Robin surprisingly is the one to explain the logic.

You scoff and compliment her rather than Dustin’s name of choice. “Nice.”

“Oh.”

“That’s cute,” Eddie says too.

Steve nods. “Right.”

“Uh, no,” Nancy denies Dustin outloud before she spells out, “GUARDED.”

“Uh, okay. Uh, Watergate’s guarded.” Dustin pieced it together and earned more responses and supportive reactions—“I think we have a theory that can help with that!” Dustin continues to say.

“Genius child,” Robin whispered.

“I’m telling you!” You exclaim out of genuine pride.

“We think Watergate isn’t only the gate. That there’s a gate at every murder site.” Dustin finishes his commmnt, causing Nancy to let out a confused reaction.

“Does anybody understand what he’s talking about?”

You fix your posture and lean towards her to try and explain what you were understanding as it was getting shared. “Maybe everytime Vecna finished a kill, a gate was left where the curse was completed, I mean where the body was left. No? It’d make sense.”

There were more stares directed at you, so you shrug and doubt yourself. “Just a theory.”

“Maybe,” Nancy says before she draws a question mark just in case you’d be wrong.

“Okay!” Dustin exclaimed with an attuitde that was easily detected. “How many times do I have to be right on the money before you guys just trust me?!”

You scoff and shake your head at his tone.

“Jesus Christ,” Steve remarks on Dustin. “This kids gotta get his ego checked.”

“It’s his tone, right?” Eddie adds.

You lean forward to nod quickly and agree with the boys. “Yes! I know, huh!”

“Okay, so…” Nancy changes the subject back to the problem. “So how far is your trailer?”

“Seven miles,” Eddie quickly answered.

They should’ve listened to you. You were right! You were right!

“Nancy?” Robin calls out. “Uh, I know your house here is, like, weirdly, creepily frozen in time and shit, but haven’t you always had bikes?”

A knowing look is shared between all of you before Nancy tells Dustin about going to Eddie’s house as the last message before you went for the bikes in the garage.

“I told you guys,” you gloat while you get on a bike. “I told you guys that’s what it was, no one ever listens to me.”

Robin climbs on hers and huffs. “Sorry,” she says. “We should’ve known. I'm sorry for the lack of belief.”

Steve opens the garage before he climbs on his bike, while you shoot Robin a smirk before you face the dark eerie outside.

“Okay,” Nancy says after a deep shaky breath. “We stay together, don't fall behind and don’t go off on your own. Whatever you might see signal out to the group, got it?”

Without the need to share another word everyone shares an agreeing and knowing look before you face the outside again, and hesitate.

No matter how different you all were, what your relationships currently were to each other, the one thing you knew you all felt was fear. No one could hide that, not even the bravest of the group, not even if it’s what everyone tried to express, fear is a shared and understanding feeling, no one judged each other for that, like no one judged each other for hesitating to leave.

In any case it’s that shared fear that actually made you all braver in ways, since you knew that you all felt the same, you knew that you had one another to rely on. That fear bonded you in some ways too. Rather than letting it paralyze and get to you, you let it move you forward towards your destination, it lets you try to accomplish your plan to get out.

The one thing that could’ve actually stopped you was the seven miles you had to bike without any breaks. It was a fucking killer on your legs no matter how much you tried to exercise. It made arriving at Eddie's house a fucking pleasure.

“That’s gotta be a Guinness World Record.” Robin somehow had enough breath to say after you all got off your bikes. “Most miles traveled interdimensionally.”

Your breaths are deep and fast, and your heart is pulsing unbelievably fast.

“Just inhaled a bunch of that crap,” Steve shared and then coughed. “It’s stuck in my throat.”

You gasp for air and accidentally do the same as he did.

“Oh, fuck,” you groan and then begin coughing too.

“Did you not hear what I just said?” Steve snapped at you while you made your way inside. “Careful!” He proceeds to hit your back so it would be easier to cough out what you inhaled. “Jesus.”

You hit your chest and clear your throat to try and get it wet after your cough dried you out. “Never doing that again. We should’ve worn a mouth cover, we know this.”

“Yeah except it, like, makes it hard to breathe,” Steve says and you actually couldn’t help but agree, except you didn’t get the chance to voice it since the sight of the glowing red gate on Eddie’s ceiling left you speechless.

“Goddamn,” Steve says in a change of tone before he turns off his flashlight since the red glowing gate provided enough light.

“This is where Chrissy died,” Eddie shares without giving a hint of any emotion he could feel at the memory of what he saw. “Like, right where she died.”

The gate began to make this wet squelching noise that makes your nose scrunch out of disgust, but has you inching closer to Steve out of intensifying fear.

“I think there’s something in there,” Robin pointed out.

The noise gets louder and now something slowly begins to bulge out of the gate—“What the hell is that?” You remark and hold onto Steve’s hand as the thing suddenly stops moving, leaving you in a tense silence until the moment the thing that lurked at the other side broke through since you all screamed out of surprise while you backed away at the same time.

Now, however, that bright red hue the gate provided was gone and a bright white light beamed down. Rather than waiting for something more to happen, you slowly began to approach it with your group and your hand clutching onto Steve’s arm.

You of course didn’t walk too close out of caution, but Steve did. Of course. “Wait,” you whisper to him as he begins to step away, making your hand begin to slide down his arm the further he gets. “Steve, just wait.”

Said man holds onto your hand once your hand slides down and pulls you with him towards the gate while the others slowly follow behind. And since Steve was the one ahead he’s the one that caught what was on the other side first.

“No way,” he voiced out the shock he now felt.

Once you made your way under the gate you were relieved to see Dustin, Max, Lucas and Erica just on the other side.

“Hi there,” Dustin greeted after his chuckle.

The fear you felt subsided and a relieved and happy smile decorates your features now at the sight of your friends.

“Hi,” you greet back with a small wave, just like the others did.

“Holy shit,” Robin muses. “This is trippy.”

“Tell me about it,” you say breathlessly while you slowly let go of Steve’s hand.

“Bada. Bada-Boom!” Dustin exclaimed.

Now that you were here, what followed was getting to the other side. It seemed like it would be difficult since the gate was tricky to get through since it was on the ceiling, yet it turned out you were wrong, or really, Dustin tried to contradict your doubt; he said he planned something, but he only vaguely shared it and just left you guys to watch glimpses of from the other side instead.

The only real hint you had was when Lucas and Max returned with a mattress to leave on the floor just under the gate.

“We’re going to have to jump on that dirty mattress aren't we?” You mumble to yourself.

“Those stains are, uh,” Eddie interjects before Steve could comment on your question. “I dunno what those stains are.”

You glance back at the mattress and scrunch your nose in disgust when you spot how big they actually are; and there's so many of them too.

Gross.

“Mmm,” Robin groans.

Since you’re left in anticipation you stay quiet and just grow impatient as you always do. You wait and wait and wait, until finally Dustin appears under the gate and gets on the mattress with a rope in his hand made out of tied up sheets.

“I’m not sure how these are going to work, but uh,” you can hear him say before he hurls the rope of sheets through the gate.

And instead of falling back after he lets it go, the rope stays hanging down and steady.

“What a fucking genius,” you say in awe.

“All right,” he directs at your group, “pull on it! See if it holds!”

You all share a quick look before Robin pulls on the rope to confirm its efficiency.

“Okay,” you say and look between your group. “Who wants the honors of going first?”

A silence passes where no one moves or says anything, looks are the only things that’s passed until Robin is the first one to step forward. “Guess I’m the guinea pig.”

You draw in a deep breath and offer her an assuring smile. “Be careful,” you breathe out before you begin to watch her pull herself up the rope.

She struggles at first, but when she successfully makes it through the other side she lets gravity pull her down to the mattress without a scratch on her.

“Good,” you whisper after you see her get pulled off the mattress, letting Eddie go next, and then leaving you with the same relief once you see him land successfully too. After that Nancy looked at you and Steve and pushed you to go next.

Yet you declined. “No, I’ll stay back with Steve, you go next. I’ll follow.”

Nancy doesn’t argue back and makes sure to share one last thing to Steve and you. “See you on the other side.”

“On the other side,” Steve responded and left you to wait for her to grab the rope to climb out.

However, instead of moving, Nancy suddenly went incredibly still, it almost looked like she even stopped breathing, you couldn’t understand why she stood so frozen until you saw her eyes roll back.

“Nancy!” You call out loudly and rush to her to grip onto her shoulders so you could shake her. “Nancy! Hey, hey!”

Steve falls by your side and tries to shake her too whilst he also tries to reach her with his voice too. “Stay with us. Nancy! Hey! Nancy, wake up!

“Nancy!” You cry with a crack in your voice “Nancy!” You look over at Steve with your eyes wide and gleaming with tears formed out of panic and more fear. “Steve, tell them to give us music! Do you know what she likes?!”

Steve parts his lips and gapes like a fish before he blurts. “I don’t know!“

“You dated her!” You snap.

Steve shrugs and spats. “A long time ago!”

You roll your eyes and just spat back. “Then just get whatever! Anything! Just get music!”

Quickly Steve steps back to yell out what you needed, only to see that some of the others were already trying to do just that.

“Nancy!” You keep trying to snap her out of the trance. “Come on! Please! Nancy!” You grab the sides of her head and continue to shake her. “Nancy!” You bellow. “Come on!”

“Whatever you guys are doing, hurry up!” Steve continued to yell out.

You swallow thickly and move your hands back to her shoulders before peering back at Steve. “Try, maybe you can—”

“Do what?!” Steve exclaimed, “sing her awake!”

You thought that maybe hearing his voice would help, but no he decided to have an attitude about it!

“Never mind,” you huff and look back at Nancy. This time though, you catch her gasp and see her eyes return to normal. “Nancy!”

Said girl begins to fall down and Steve secures his hands on her shoulders to go down with her.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” you assure while you fall by her side too. “It’s okay, you’re okay. We’re here. We’re right here.”

Steve and you give Nancy a moment to catch her breath before Steve continues to help her up the rope again. This time you catch your breath until you see her actually land on the mattress on the other side. “Oh, thank goodness,” you breathe out and finally take your turn. “See you,”

“On the other side,” Steve finished for you and then helped you up the rope so you could climb out.

Once you break through the gate, it feels like a pressure weighing you down, everything and everyone in the bright and vineless room was flipped upside down until you let go to fall on the mattress.

“Oh,” you breathe out. “I’m okay.” You glance up and see Dustin offer you his hand to pull you up so Steve could finally get out too.

“Thanks buddy,” you thank Dustin with a small smile once you have your feet on the floor.

Not long after, Steve fell on the mattress too and got rid of that single worry that knotted your stomach, because it would be impossible to rid you of all the worry that currently held you captive. At least seeing that you were all out of the Upside Down shifted some of that weight off your body. At least for a little while.

Morning came not so long after you made it out of the upside down, and while the sun slowly rolled out of its own slumber you took the chance to take a short nap on the couch. However, just like the last time you slept, your father didn’t return to your dreams, you hoped you’d feel a sort of happiness amongst all the chaos, but no, Hopper didn't visit this time.

Was that Vecna’s attempts at providing you with nightmares? Because it’s working.

At least you didn’t wake up alone today. Not like seeing everyone’s tired and haunted faces was a good thing to wake up to though. It was especially devastating when you saw how petrified Nancy continued to look, it’s why you saved her for last when you checked in on everyone.

“Hey,” you whisper and take a seat beside her.

Nancy slowly lifts her eyes and just offers you a feigned smile as a response.

“I’d ask how you’re holding up, but I know better than to ask that, so, here,” you say and offer a glass of water and a poptart. “Drink and eat. Gotta stay strong, right?”

Nancy looks over at everyone to check that they each have their own pop tart and drink in hand before she takes it from you to take a small bite, and a sip from her drink. At least it was something.

“Can I ask if you felt anything before? Symptoms?”

Nancy's chest rises and slowly falls back down before she answers. “No…I didn’t feel or see anything before. He just got me.”

You swallow thickly and loop your headphones string around your finger and hum as a response.

“Thank you,” Nancy said and pulled your drifting attention back to her. “For checking up on me, I mean since I know how you feel about me.”

You scoff and glance at Steve dusting the crumbs off his pants before looking back at Nancy and attempting to assure her. “Yeah, well, I was wrong. I’m sorry.” You smile softly. “I was insecure because of all the shit I’m dealing with so I’m sorry.”

Nancy mirrors that smile and then takes another bite of her poptart, letting you continue. “No one’s going to force you to say what you saw, so don’t worry about that. Just…take it one step at a time. Whenever you feel it’s right.”

There's a short silence that lets you shift back in your seat and space off on the ceiling to focus your worry on Eleven—she must be worried, you haven’t been able to call her. You wonder if she’s doing okay after the incident, you hope she knows that you aren’t ashamed of her, or angry.

There is times where you wish she was here, it’d make dealing with all this shit so much easier, but there's a majority of times where you’re actually glad that she’s home and currently out of contact, it did provide more trouble but at least she was safe. Even if she's in trouble herself, at least she’s not risking her life, she’s safe, that’s all you could ask for so you wouldn’t lose her too.

“Okay,” you hear Nancy mutter, causing you to break from your train of thought. “I’m ready to share what I heard, or what he showed me.” She pauses and breathes out shakily before she continues to say Vecna’s life story, how he came to be, how he was the one that murdered his family, how he got to be the first ever test subject for Hawkins lab.

Nancy told everyone what he had told her, how he met eleven and tried to persuade her to join him, how he was the one that killed all the other kids like Eleven. She said how Eleven was the one that casted him out to the Upside down. He then told her something else, something so tragic and horrifying that Nancy had to take a break to gather her thoughts before she could continue.

“He showed me,” she continues in a hoarse voice. “Things that haven’t happened yet. The most awful things. I saw a dark cloud spreading over Hawkins. Downtown on fire. Dead soldiers. And this…giant creature with…a gaping mouth. And this creature wasn’t alone.”

Your breath shutters and your stomach once again begins to knot together.

“There were so many monsters,” Nancy continued to tell. “An army. And they were coming into Hawkins. Into our neighborhoods. Our homes…”

You let out a deep sigh and hang your head low. You might not live here anymore, but this place was special, Steve lived here, Robin, Dustin, Max and all your other friends lived here too. Hawkins in ways was still your home too. It was scary to hear her words, it was hard to process every horrible word.

“…and then…he showed me my mom…and Holly. Mike. And they…they were all…” Nancy stops and her breath continues to tremble, she doesn’t cry from what you could tell, but you could hear the heartbreak in her voice.

“Okay, but,” Steve spoke up. “He’s just trying to scare you, Nancy. Right? I mean…I mean it’s not real.”

“Not yet,” Nancy retorted in a sad tone. “But there…there was something else. He showed me gates. Four gates. Spreading across Hawkins. And these gates, they looked like the one outside of Eddie’s trailer, but they didn’t stop growing. And this wasn’t the Upside down Hawkins. This was our Hawkins. Our home.”

You blink repeatedly in disbelief and rub your face before you drop your hands and look up with a gleam in your eyes.

“Four chimes,” Max interjected. “Vecna’s clock. It always chimes four times. Four exactly.”

“I heard them too,” Nancy mentioned.

“He’s been telling us his plan this whole time.”

“Four kills,” Lucas mutters after Max. “Four gates. End of the world.”

“If that’s true he’s only one kill away.” Dustin points out, making your breath hitch, making you feel a deafening silence surround you, and feel everyone’s stares pierce into your skin.

Maybe instead of losing Eleven and Steve, they’re going to lose you.

That knowledge slammed into you now more harder than ever before. It felt almost impossible before when there was more hope, but now, now that Nancy has shared this, now that you realize what’s to come, you break all over again; quietly this time.

“Oh Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ.” Eddie panicked.

“Y/N,” Steve says. “Try ‘em again. Try ‘em again.”

You nod and walk over to the house to try and call home.

But of course the line fucking rang and no answer. It makes you slam the phone back on the wall.

“Anything?” Dustin queried.

You shake your head and huff. “No. It rang a few times, then went to busy signal. Again,” you grumble.

“Maybe you punched it in wrong.” Steve countered. “Try again.”

Your face twists and you shoot him a glare before you rebut his comment. “I think I’d know my own home number, Steve.”

Steve shrugs and argues back. “Well, I don’t know—”

“I think she knows how to use a phone,” Dustin adds to your defense.

“I’m just saying, she could’ve typed it in wrong.” Steve countered.

You roll your eyes and try calling again, but once again, nothing.

“Same shit,” you make it known before you return to your seat.

“How is that possible?” Lucas questioned, causing you to shrug and drop your head in your hands.

“I told you Joyce has this telemarketer job. She’s always on the phone. Mike won’t stop whining about it.”

“Okay, yeah,” Max adds her own thoughts. “But the phone’s been busy for, what, three days now?”

“Yes,” you mumble.

“It's not Joyce,” Max finishes. “No way. Somethings wrong.”

You pick up your head and nod in agreement even if you didn’t like to admit it. “She’s right, it can’t be just a coincidence. I mean,” your voice trembles. “I want it to be, but it can’t be.”

“Whatever’s happening in Lenora,” Nancy interjects, “is connected to all of this. I’m sure of it. But Vecna can’t hurt them. Not if he’s dead. We have to go back in there. Back to the Upside Down.”

Your eyebrows furrow together slowly and your eyes widen, whilst your lips part open in surprise to her sudden change in tone and demeanor.

“Whoa, whoa, no, no, no. What?” Steve protests.

“Nope,” Eddie also says whilst Steve stands up and walks over to Nancy to try and talk her out of it.

“Let’s think this through.”

“What is there to think through?” Nancy remarked.

“We barely made it out of there in one piece. And y/n—”

“Yeah, because we weren’t prepared,” Nancy cuts him off. “But this time, we will be. We’ll get weapons and protection. We’ll go through the gate, we’ll find his lair, and we’ll kill him.”

“Or he'll kill us,” Steve snapped back. “The only reason you survived is because he wanted you to.”

“What about y/n?!” Nancy threw out, making you want to add something, but Steve snapped right back.

“That’s not fair, and you know it!”

“You’re going to let him take her too!” Nancy argued. “If we don’t stop him he’ll kill her too! He’s her last target!”

A scowl grows on Steve’s face and he takes a threatening step towards Nancy to keep fighting. “Which is why I won’t put her at risk! We’ll find another way. He’s not scared of us.”

“And for good reason,” Robin stood up to also add in the conversation. “We were wrong about Vecna. Henry. One. Sorry, what are we calling him now?”

Everyone chimes in with their own thoughts that don’t agree on one name, leaving Robin to just ramble on. “Right. We’ve learned something new, about Vecna, slash Henry, slash one. He’s a number like Eleven, only a sick, evil child-murder Iike version of her with really bad skin. But my…my point is, he’s super powerful, he could turn us inside out with a snap of his fingers. It’s not a fair fight.”

“Then why fight fair?” Dustin suggests. “You’re right. He’s like Eleven. But that gives us an upper hand. We know Eleven’s strengths. And weaknesses.” He points out.

“Weaknesses?” Erica repeats sassily.

“When El remote-travels, she goes into this sort of trance-like state. I bet that’s true with Vecna.”

Slowly you shut your mouth and begin to narrow your eyes on him and then Lucas as he bounces in too. “That would explain what he was doing in that attic.“

“Exactly.” Dustin points at Lucas. “When he attacks his next victim, I’ll bet you he’s back in the attic, physical body defenseless.”

“Defenseless?” Steve remarks. “What about the army of bats?” He traces out the scar around his neck.

“True,” Dustin deadpanned. “We’ll have to find a way past them. Distract them somehow.”

Eddie leans forward from his seat to also throw in his own doubt. “And, uh, how do we do that, exactly?”

Dustin shakes his head. “No idea. But once they’re gone, he doesn’t stand a chance. It’ll be like slaying sleeping Dracula in his coffin.”

“That all sounds good in theory,” Robin comments, “but there is no pattern to Vecna’s killings. I mean, at least, not one that I can decipher. We don’t know when he’s going to attack next.”

“Yes we do,” you interject and stand up. “I’m down to my third day. He’s going to attack me next.”

“Y/N,” Steve protests softly. “No, whatever you’re planning, no.”

You look over at him and sigh. “We know who he is, how he got to where is, what kind of sister would I be if I didn’t risk myself to help my sister from this monster? Who would I be to let my home perish? If I let him come back for Max? I’ll be the bait. As far as we know he hasn’t hurt Eleven yet, I don’t want to make that a possibility. I agree with Nancy with this plan.”

“Y/N,” Steve calls again and walks over to you. “What kind of sister would you be if you’re gone? She needs you….” he pauses and leaves his lips parted and formed into the next word he’s going to say, he leaves you waiting to hear what he was going to say.

But alas he looked at everyone around him and lowered his gaze to keep those words trapped within him instead.

In any case Max did interrupt.

“We don’t have time to wait, we can use me. I’m still marked….”

Your breath gets trapped in your throat and your eyes pierce into her.

“…Cursed. I ditch Kate Bush. I draw his focus back to me.”

“Max,” Lucas tried to protest agasint her too. “You can’t. He’ll kill you.”

“I survived before,” Max argues in an attempt to assure him. “I can survive again. I just need to keep him busy long enough so that you guys can get into that attic. Then you can chop his head off. Stab him in heart. Blow him up with some explosives Dustin cooks up. I honestly, I don’t care how you put this asshole in his grave. Just…whatever It is…whatever you do….try not miss.”

A short sullen silence follows, but you can’t stand being quiet with what Max wants to do. “No. I will not let you risk your life. You’ve been through it once, you survived, you won’t go through it again. I won’t let you. I’ll just be the bait.”

Max scoffs and doesn’t hold back. “We can’t wait. We don’t know when Vecna might attack you. It could be in two days or now. We can’t put that at risk, at least with me we know he’ll attack again.”

You shake your head and continue. “No. No! Max you can’t—”

“I’m making my own choices, you can make sure to finish him off before he kills me or something, I don’t know. But Steve’s right, Eleven needs her sister, I’ll be the bait and that’s final.”

“But—”

Max quickly cuts you off more aggressively this time. “No. I told you it happens tonight. No buts. It’s my choice that I’ll live with, or else I’ll make sure to break your legs myself.”

You close your mouth and get stunned by her threat.

“Okay, well,” Steve groans. “Where did get these weapons? Our local armory?”

Eddie slowly stands up and shakes his head. “No,” he begins to share. “I know a place we can go. Red, give me the yellow pages.”

——

In theory going to some place called the War Zone should be a bad idea to buy weapons from. It’s just who in their right minds would sell a bunch of weapons to a group of minors and busted up looking adults.

And! Why would you risk yourselves going there when there's people after Eddie?!

It isn’t a good idea.

Yet here you were on your way there with a stolen RV. Yet another crime to add to Eddie’s list.

“Come on, come on,” you mumble impatiently while you search the cabinets for any kind of edible food. “There has to be some—ah,” you breathe out when you see a pack of closed crackers. “Here you go.” You take the pack and beam at the cracker when you take it out.

“I wouldn’t eat that,” Eddie butts in, making you jump slightly.

You close the cabinet and put the cracker in your mouth with a smug smile, causing him to prop a hand on the counter and begin to watch you as you chewed the food a lot longer than usual. “How is it?”

You swallow the dry cracker down your throat and nod slowly before you hoarsely answer. “Stale.” You clear your throat and turn to lean back on the counter and offer him one.

Eddie takes one regardless and then points at you to talk with his mouth full. “A little birdy told me you graduate this year. Says that he’s surprised considering you spend half of your time flirting with your boy toy. True?”

You nod and take a bite from another cracker. “Yeah. I do with a three point six and with honors, I heard you’re, uhm getting held back another year, true?” You tease him.

Eddie scoffs. “No, today is my year princess, my future currently looks bleak but,” he says with a smug pride. “I am going to walk on that stage and throw the bird…” he flips off the air. “…at everyone that doubted my efforts.”

You chuckle softly and throw in the other half of the cracker. “That’s how you do it exactly. It’s a nice plan. What’s your plan after highschool?” You smile. “You going to join a band of misfits and travel the world with your guitar?”

Eddie scoffs and smiles at the ground. “That doesn’t sound half bad actually. Just me and my guitar. What about you?”

You scoff and shrug. “I have a sister to take care of, but maybe I don’t know, maybe I’ll enter the police academy, or join the military like my dad and my mom, just to upstage all those men and show them who’s boss like my mom did. Or I’ll show my sister the world.” You smile at him and steal a glance at Steve driving. “Just me, my sister, and my man.”

Eddie nods along with the smile still decorating his face. “I see that. I actually see you bossing men around. I mean I’m kind of scared of you now.”

You snort and shake your head. “That’s stupid, I’m not mean. Is that what Dustin says about me?”

“No,” he shakes his head. “He says something about you being a badass. Like I mean, I swear that man looks up to Steve and you. I can’t say shit about either of you or he’ll jump in your defense.”

You exhale deeply as you feel your heart swell at his words. “Really?” You ask with a softer smile. “That’s nice.” You look up and grin slowly. “Or maybe we can join a band together.” You clap and jump away from the counter. “I can be your drummer! I know a cool stick trick and imagine all the money we’d get!”

Eddie squints his eyes and waits before shaking his head at you with his lips pressed together in a disapproving frown.

His reaction makes your face fall into an annoyed look. “Boo.” You snap at him and begin to walk back and throw him a thumbs down. “Boo. Your loss Munson. Boo.” You spin around and stomp back to the passenger seat to sink down in your seat with another cracker in your mouth.

Steve quickly notices your mood and after a few stolen glances comments on it. “You doing okay?”

“Eddie won’t let me join his band.” You grumble.

“His band?“ Steve repeats slowly. “Why would you want that?”

“I’m killer on the drums.” You smirk and place the crackers down. “I had a rock phase, I learned to play the drums, just a little,” you say and pinch your fingers together.

Steve nods and then looks at you for a while before he breaks into a laugh. “I'd like to see that actually. You playing the drums.”

You scoff and tilt your head to the side. “I wouldn’t want to blow you away, but if you insist, I’ll give you a private show.” You drag your feet up to the dash, but instantly get your feet swatted away—“Hey.”

“Off the dash, you animal.” Steve complains.

Slowly you drag your feet off the dash but rather than letting them fall to the floor you pull your feet up on the seat and pull them to your chest. From the corner of your eye you could tell Steve wanted to add something about it too but you interjected first. “How’s it handle, hmm?”

“Not half bad. Considering that this is a…house.”

You scoff and nod slowly whilst you sort of lose the amusement you initially returned to your seat with.

“Uh….remember when you asked me about how my future house would look like?” Steve brings up almost hesitantly, causing you to drift your eyes back to him to nod to let him answer. “Well…I actually have an answer,” he clears his throat. “It’s silly…but I…I’ve actually…uhm I always had this dream that I’d have this really…really big family. I’m talking, like, uh, a full brood of Harringtons. Like, five, six kids.”

A soft admiring smile slowly tugs on your lips and you part your lips to query with amusement. “Six? Six kids?”

“Yeah,” Steve nods. “Six little nuggets. Three girls, three boys.” He laughs and keeps his eyes on the road whilst you keep your eyes on him and actually feel an ache with how hard you’re smiling. “And…and every summer, I figured all of us Harringtons, we would pack into something like this and just see the country.” He glances over at you and you continue to smile; this time a bit softer. “You know, the Rockies, Grand Canyon, maybe Yellowstone. End up in some beachside town in California. Spend a week parked in the sand…..learn how to surf or something.”

You swallow thickly and answer in a soft voice. “That sounds nice. Very nice.”

Steve looks over at you to meet your gaze with this soft, heartwarming look to question your comment in this tender voice. “Yeah?”

You hold his gaze and nod to whisper back in the same tone. “Yeah.”

A longer silence follows, it’s full of tension, but not the bad kind, this tension is the kind that has your heart doing somersaults in the best way possible, it makes you smile at him sweetly and grow this need to just grab him and kiss him. That’s the type of tension this was. Even when you broke it, the tension was still there.

“I mean the six-kid part, wow,” you chuckle nervously and look at the road. “That sounds chaotic.”

“If only I had some practice,” Steve points back to the children you carried with you.

You chuckle and nod. “Yeah. Fair. That’s fair. But, I mean six little kids with your personality?” You suck in air through your teeth. “I feel sorry for you.”

Steve snaps his head towards you and quips. “What about you? With your stubbornness and anger issues. The kids will be scary.”

You scoff and point at your chest, whilst your heart races and butterflies flutter in your stomach. “I don’t have anger issues, ‘Kay? I grow impatient. That’s all.”

Steve huffs and keeps his eyes on the road. “Yeah, do you think patience comes when you become a parent?“

You roll your head his way and shrug. “I don’t know.”

“Guess,” he whispers. “We’ll have to wait and see, right?” He meets your gaze and waits again. Waits for your answer that carried a weight.

“Right,” you agree without hesitance.

Steve exhales deeply and smiles at the road before he softly adds, “I mean, we won’t be able to live in a sandcastle, but I think I can manage a blue roof.”

You roll your eyes and scoff before you assure him. “I’m sure Stevie, Jim, Luke, Sara, Rose, and Leia will help with the sandcastle, don’t you think so?”

Steve chuckles and nods along. “Yeah,” he agrees with a soft smile. “I’m sure they will. After you teach ‘em to surf.”

“Yeah, no, definetly, I mean,” you suck in air. “Imagine paying for surfing classes for six kids?” You shake your head and giggle. “That'd be a nightmare. It’s a good thing that you were a co-Captain in your swim team, ‘cause that saves us from swimming classes too.”

“Just no cliff diving,” he adds with a serious expression.

“Tsk,” you click your tongue out. “We’ll see.”

“And,” he begins to laugh. “Luke and Leia? Really?”

You shrug. “It’s cute. And imagine if they’re twins!” You exclaim happily, making him beam at you. “Ugh, that’d be so cute! We better have twins!” You drag your feet off the seat and lean towards him with a teasing smile on your face. “What about Tammy then? Tammy Kermie. Get it? Kermit?”

Steve scrunches his nose and shakes his head slowly. “No, god no. Luke and Leia, is fine, just no Stevie. We’ll work on that one.”

You lick your lips and nod as you sit back in your seat and grow a little more sad as someone comes to mind. “A big family is nice…I always wanted a big family…but well my mom never married after my dad, said men are all shit. And my dad, well after Sara he just lost himself.” You sigh and let your eyes flicker down. “A family in general sounds nice, a functional one. I mean, I know no one’s perfect but to end up like my parents, that’s my worst fear. They hated each other, they couldn’t stand being close to each other or actually stand hearing each other’s name. The only thing that they found common ground in was me…but even then they found a way to argue.” You exhale and feel your breath tremble.

“I wouldn't want that for my life, I want my kids to be disgusted by how much their parents love eachother,” you huff and feel his stare. “Sure there’s arguments, but I never want them to live what I did. Is that silly?”

Steve sighs and shakes his head before he answers seriously. “No, not at all, I mean, my mom doesn’t even trust my dad enough to let him go on business trips alone,” he scoffs. “Says he might cheat on her. So I understand having messed up parents. I want something good too, I want to bicker over stupid stuff like how you build a bookshelf or how I’m lost on our way to camp even if I say I’m not.” He holds your gaze and offers you a soft smile.

Perhaps the only thing that was silly was talking about your future when you still had a conversation pending and apologies to give him. But that’s it, you never actually thought of him as some short time thing. Your future may not be written on stone, but every time you thought of your future, Steve was there, from the moment you started dating, from the moment he didn’t give up because you had just lost your dad that same day he confessed his feelings to you.

You feared he’d leave you because you were grieving, but he never did, he was always there, he even spent nights with you because he said he didn’t want you to be alone. Even if you denied actually grieving at that time, having him check up on you, and even being so caring with Eleven was special. It let you know that you loved him right away, just days into dating.

“You know what I always wanted,” you bring up one last thing with a growing smile. “I always dreamed of having a relationship with my kids like the one I had with my own dad. Before he you know, he left me.” You breathe out deeply and feel tears instantly sting your eyes. “I mean, he was my best friend when I was a little kid, I loved my dad.” You laugh a breathless laugh and your smile begins to falter. “He always tried his best to raise me, from bedtime stories to playing with ugly dolls, to dressing up and tea parties, to forts and sandcastles, make believe, and cleaning my scrapes and helping when I was sick. I want that, I want to see that too with…well…with you.” You glance at him and catch him looking at you with this loving look that makes his brown doe eyes bright.

“I’m sure I can make that work,” he assures you. “As long as I have you with me.” His breath shutters but he makes sure to sound assuring and confident. “I’m going to save you from Vecna, okay? I won’t lose you.”

Your breath trembles and you nod with tears rolling down your cheeks. “Yeah, I know. Can we talk after we get out of the store? I just don’t want to have others listening in. Is that possible?”

Steve nods in agreement without hesitance. “We will for sure. After.”

You nod and wipe the tears off your cheeks, Steve then reaches out his hand and you’re quick to take it. The seats might be a bit far apart, but you manage to hook your fingers together.

“Why don’t you change the music,” Steve suggests when he looks back at the road. “That should cheer you up.”

You sniffle and pull your hand away from his to take your cassette out of your Walkman. “Cool mixtape,” you show off to him with a smirk.

“It is a cool mixtape,” he says proudly and watches you lean toward the stereo to insert your cassette and play the first song that you were going to listen to before you had to stop your Walkman, ‘Rubberband Man’—“oh!” You turn up the music and pull out your sunglasses to begin bopping your head along to the beat.

Once the singing starts you roll your head to the side to grab Steve’s hand and begin mouthing the words that played, and when the right words begin to play you point at him and then at you to mouth along to them, “you and me we’re goin’ out, catch the latest sounds.”

Steve watches you and shakes his head in disapproval, but before long he begins mouthing along to the words of the song too. It makes you laugh, and then you both begin moving your heads to the music.

Without knowing, Robin begins slowly moving her head to the music and whispering the words under her breath. Dustin smiles and begins moving his head and tapping his hand against the seat. A few seconds pass and Lucas and Max join in too, leaving Eddie to watch the interaction with a bit of interest, whilst Nancy watches in confusion.

“What’s going on?” Eddie mouthed to Nancy.

Nancy shrugs, “I don’t know,” but she can’t help but smile while Erica judges everyone from her seat.

*MOMENTS LATER*

No, yeah, you can’t say you’re relaxed and not checking your six every second that you’re in the store, but at least being here lets you get prepared and changed from the matching set Steve chose for you to wear….

Well that’s just an excuse to buy something cool to wear, even if it might be your last outfit ever, but hey, it’s battle appropriate at least.

“Black leather Jacket or black vest?” You talk to yourself and press each item against the green flight suit they surprisingly sold at the store. “Hmm…” you squint your eyes and keep pulling up each item, but you’re too indecisive so you leave the mirror and lift your head to search for Steve or Robin.

Luckily, you found the both of them just down the aisle. So with a bit more pep in your step you rush over to them with the question you had immediately getting thrown out of your mouth. “Hey, guys, which one, the leather jacket or the…”

From one moment to the next you cut yourself off when Robin suddenly turns around and storms off. When you look over at what she had been looking at previously, you just see a red head and some blond guy looking over at Steve and you from the other end.

“That’s Vickie,” Steve whispers before he turns on his heels to run after Robin. “Robin! Robin!”

You tilt your head down to take a look at her over your sunglasses and see that she’s as pretty as Robin said, she has this…dorky, but cute girly look about her. But she’s in a relationship.

Damn.

After one last look at her you push your sunglasses up and scoff before you turn on your heels and run after your friends, seeing them just two aisles down. “Robin, hey—”

“No, look it’s okay,” she cuts you off with a very fake smile. “I expected it already, so there's nothing to be upset about, okay?” She looks at Steve and you and runs her hands through her hair before widening that fake smile. “I’ll get over it.”

“But,” you interject and take off your sunglasses. “It’s okay, you liked her, it’s okay to be uspet.”

Robin focuses on you and draws in a deep breath and makes her smile genunine before she exhales and addresses your comment. “Yeah, I know. But regardless, even if I am, there's no time now, right? Let’s finish getting what we need and get out of here.” She offers Steve that same smile before she turns and walks away.

“Fuck,” you breathe out under your breath. “I feel bad.”

Steve turns and takes the cart from your hands to push it forward with a sigh meant at Robin's situation. “Yeah. Second time. Must be crushing.”

You throw the flightsuit inside and nod. “Yeah,” you agree. “what should we do?”

Steve shrugs. “Give her space for now.” He scratches the back of his neck and glances back. “We can try to cheer her up after all this shit.”

You hum in agreement but add, “I wish we could do something about it now. That must’ve been heartbreaking.”

“I do too, but I don’t think we can do much now, unfortunately.”

“You’re right,” you huff out and continue walking in a silence that doesn’t last long.

“What you got there?” Steve points to the items in your hands.

“Well,” you answer a bit enthusiastically. “This here is a thigh holster,” you show it off to him. “It can carry a gun and little knives.” You point to the knives you picked out and the gun they let you carry in the cart. “Like—-”

“The Kate Bush outfit,” Steve finishes for you and leans forward while he has his arm resting on the cart handle. “Yeah,” he adds with a smirk. “I get it. Too bad you can’t wear the outfit, I mean it’s battle appropriate…” he trails off and bounces his eyebrows, causing you to slowly knot your eyebrows together in concern.

“Uh,” you breathe out and close your mouth to shake your head.

“What?” He quips. “It is! It’s like…like a warrior outfit!”

“It’s a bikini babe.”

Steve scoffs and shrugs. “A sexy bikini. A sexy warrior bikini.”

You narrow your eyes and press your lips together to continue shaking your head.

“True, true, I mean then Dustin would get mad. He’d be like what are you wearing? You loon.”

You snort and chuckle. “Yeah. He’d get mad. I mean,” you laugh and nudge his shoulder. “I can't even wear a skirt.”

Steve chuckles and his eyes widen. “You sure you can even be with me? What will he say?”

You cover your mouth and laugh louder. “What a dad.”

“Here I thought I was the daddy.”

You stop laughing and look over at Steve to look at him seriously. That reaction gets you an immediate confused reaction before you burst out laughing again.

“You’re unbelievable.” He grumbles.

You gasp for air and throw the jacket and the vest inside the cart before you wrap your arm around his bicep and beam at him. “You’re still my daddy,” you say through stifled laughter.

Steve leans towards you and smirks while he whispers, “yeah?”

Before you could respond, suddenly someone gags behind you. When you look back you see Erica with her own stuff, and a disgusted face expression. “I will pretend I didn't hear that. For my sake. We got to go. Now! Jason and his friends are here, he was talking with Nancy, so let’s go!”

Steve and you share a look before you begin to rush down the aisle and wave Robin and Max over so you could pay what you had, whilst you held your breaths and kept looking back to see if Jason, or any of his goons were looking at you or following you.

After the cashier finally checked everything out, Steve basically threw out his money and let them keep the change so you could all rush out of the store with Nancy making sure to follow after she paid her stuff.

The exact moment you were all out the front doors you all broke into a sprint towards the RV—“What happened?” Lucas immediately asked once Steve rushed inside.

“We gotta go,” Steve threw out and returned to the driver seat.

“Your old friends are here,” Erica shared with the group after she got in too.

“Shit!” Lucas breathed out and then instantly got cut off by Dustin screaming.

“Let’s go! Let’s go! Let’s go!”

You shut the door behind you and rush over to basically throw yourself in your seat.

“I’m going! I’m going! Sit down!” Steve yelled back and then started the car to step on the gas the furthest it could go to drive out of the parking lot as fast he could, only adding more stress to your already stressed out mind.

They’re lucky that you’re over your fear of cars.

——

“Vest and jacket,” you mumble under your breath and step back to pin the rainbow pin over your jacket. “Nice.” You smile at yourself before you spin on your heels and hop out of the RV.

“…it just doesn’t make sense.”

“What doesn’t make sense?” You probe Steve and join him and Robin pouring gas into empty glass bottles.

Steve glances at you and then at Robin to answer. “That was Dan Shelter. He graduated, like, two years ago.”

“So?” Robin questions.

“So,” Steve explains. “He’s in college. Which means he was visiting on spring break. Fast Times was returned, like, I don’t know, a week ago? Right?”

You cross your arms over your chest and spare a glance at Robin and notice her slightly bothered face expression.

“Unless,” Steve continues. “She’s got some hot dog brother we don’t know about. Which is possible. Or she’s just really into Judge Reinhold?”

“Steve,” Robin interjects.

You shake your head and chime in, “nah.”

Said man looks over at Robin and questions her. “What?”

“I don’t care.”

You sigh and share a glance with Steve before you both return your gaze to Robin as she continues. “I don’t understand why you guys do either with everything that’s going on. Honestly, this feels like a perfect time for that little pull of the rug because…in the face of the world ending, the stakes of my love life feel spectacularly low.”

Steve sighs. “I mean possibly, but I don’t think you should let that bring you down. We might still make it out right? I still have hope.” Steve hands Robin the bottle and she takes it to put it down and continue.

“Not everything has a happy ending.”

You sigh and look at the ground beneath your boots while Robin keeps talking.

“I just, I have this terrible, gnawing feeling that…” Robin pauses and stops pouring the gas to look up Steve and you. “It might not work out for us this time.”

“You think we shouldn’t be doing this?” Steve asks, whilst you swallowed thickly and felt your stomach twist.

“I think we’re mad fools, the lot of us, but…” she pauses and sighs while she looks up at the group ahead of you doing their own thing to get battle ready. “…if we don’t stop him, who will? We have to try, right?”

You look up at the same time Steve looks at Robin too—“yeah,” Steve agrees before he lifts the glass and does a toast. “To killing Vecna.”

Robin grabs a bottle and push it towards Steve’s to add, “Slash Henry.”

You huff and drop your hands to pick up the third bottle and push it towards them to add the final name. “Slash One.”

After that you guys clink the glasses together with faint smiles on your faces.

“So, dear y/n, what are you wearing there?” Robin brings up while you put the bottles down.

You push back your jacket to smile at your outfit. “Battle outfit, you see flight suit,” you point at the green flight suit you showed off as you slide the jacket off your shoulders. “Black vest,” you point with a smile. “And it has, like, a lot of pockets, like here,” you point with a giddy smile. “Knife? No, stale cracker. Snack pocket.” You say and pull out said object to take a bite and continue showing off your cool outfit. “In case I get hungry, or one of the kids, or Steve needs it.”

Robin and Steve share an amused look before she props her elbow on her knee to rest her chin and smile at you.

“It’s a bit tight, but that’s how it goes. And, and,” you shift your feet to slide a leg forward and point at the holster you had on both legs. “This holds a gun and little knives, like the Kate Bush outfit!” You grin and raise your eyebrows. “And finally,” you say and pull your jacket back on. “My jacket, look,” you look down and point at your pin. “The pin.” You look up at the pair and beam at them. “Like it?”

Robin licks her lips and nods while she holds back a giggle, making Steve smirk and nod to actually add his thoughts. “I like it, I mean the flight suit accentuates your butt, like the bottom half makes you look good.”

You tilt your head and narrow your eyes on him to keep smiling.

“I think you look badass.”

“Don’t I? Like I feel like, a, I don’t know, like, some cool black ops soldier or, I don’t know, someone cool.”

“You guys also have matching jackets, you notice that?” Robin points out. “Is that like a new thing you guys are doing before we all die.”

Your smile falls and your lips part as your jaw drops slightly in shock to her negativity.

“It was unintentionally done,” Steve clarifies. “And we’re matching, so what? I think we look cool.”

You sigh and step towards him to rest your hand on his shoulder and nod along. “I agree, besides Steve, I think that jacket makes you look like Tom Cruise from Top Gun.”

Steve looks up at you and grins smugly. “A man in uniform,” he nods. “I picked it out just for you. Like it?”

You smile at him all shyly as if you were a little girl with a school crush, and nod. “I love it.”

Steve scoffs lightheartedly and grabs your chin to pull you towards him, causing you to giggle and have to hold onto both of his shoulders so you wouldn’t fall on him.

“I love you.”

Your smile widens and you part your lips to say it back this time since he was still here. It’s been hours since he got hurt and you patched him up and he’s still here. “I—”

However, you end up cutting yourself off when you catch a flash go off at your side. It makes Steve and you pull away to look over at Robin since that’s where it came from. And that’s when you notice she's lowering some busted up looking camera to take out the polaroid.

“Where did you get that from?” You ask, ending up pulling her attention away from the developing picture.

“Inside, when I was snooping.” She smirks. “So I take it you guys made up already? Just ‘cause my love life is doomed doesn’t mean yours has to.”

Steve scoffs and stands up. “It’s not,” he assures her and takes your hand. “And we're halfway there actually.” He begins to walk away with you and snatches the picture from Robin's hand. “I’ll take that.”

As you’re walking away from Robin you look back at her and catch her already watching you guys leave, so you throw her a small smile that she hits back with a wink.

Once you’re far from the RV and from all the others, you grow serious and only slightly tense, the moment Steve stops walking ahead, you avert your gaze and begin gnawing on your cheek.

Apologies never came easy, you don’t know why, but they’re just hard. They shouldn’t be, this one shouldn’t be, but you couldn’t help but feel like you couldn’t speak. And this time Steve didn’t talk first to help you, he waited for you.

You probably look like you’re dreading this talk. Which is not true, but it just doesn’t come easy.

Good thing Miss Vasquez wasn’t here now, she’d probably take a damn note. She’d probably be proud though, “it’s a step towards the right direction, y/n,”, she’d say. “I’m proud of you.”.

Fuck, why is this so hard?!

You wipe your nose and slowly lift your eyes to see Steve with his hands on hips and his eyes on you.

Fuck…

“I’m sorry,” you blurt out and sigh, but feel a thicker ball of emotions stuck in your throat. “I’m sorry for acting the way I did. I’m sorry for not considering how you would feel. I’m sorry for pretending I was strong when I…I wasn’t,” you breath shutters and you have to look down briefly to keep from crying. “I wanted to be, I wanted to be strong, but throughout pretending I didn’t realize how much that affected you too. You didn’t deserve to be shut out because I was prideful, because I was scared I'd hurt you…like I thought I hurt Sara and my dad.”

Steve’s hands slide off his hips and he looks at you slightly confused. “What do you mean by that?”

Tears stream down your face and your voice trembles just like your exhale. “Before Sara died I told her I loved her, that’s the last thing I ever told her. One of the last things I told my dad was that I loved him, I thought that if I said that to you I’d lose you too.” You shrug and chuckle. “It’s stupid, I know, it sounds stupid, but I was hurting, even if I didn’t want to admit it to myself, and I thought I’d curse you if I said it. It’s not because I want to be someone else, or ‘cause I’m just wasting your time, it’s not, I was just…I was just stuck in my head. I’m sorry. Steve, I’m sorry.”

You exhale and finally feel that ball of emotions out of your throat, you felt your shoulders and chest light now too.

“Oh, baby,” Steve whispers and closes the gap between you with a heartwarming embrace. “I’m here. I’m right here.”

You sob and tighten your hold around him before you nod and whisper. “I know. I know.”

Steve pulls away to cup your face and smile softly at you as he began to reassure you. “It may sound stupid, but it’s not, I mean, you thought that because you lost your dad, you thought it was a coincidence but you were just hurting and couldn’t find a way to, well, I guess express it. But it’s not stupid. Why didn’t you just tell me?”

You shrug and whisper. “I was scared you’d judge me, I was full of pride and didn’t want you to look at me the way everyone else did, like they’re the ones who killed my dad. I just, I was scared you’d leave me because I was grieving. I mean we got together that day, so I was scared you’d like, know how I feel and run away. So it was easier keeping that from you.” You meet his gaze and breathe out. “It’s stupid, I know.”

Steve scoffs and a faint smile grows on his face as he nods. “It is stupid because I would never do that. If I wanted to run away I would’ve before actually, like, that time the Chief went out to clean his shotgun in the living room when we were watching that movie with Eleven. I mean I almost died that night. He was scary.”

You snort and laugh. “Yeah, no, that was, he was out of line for that.”

Steve shrugs and whispers back. “I wouldnt have run away, and we’re partners, I wouldn’t have judged you, maybe look at you guilty, but that’s only because I care, because it hurts seeing you sad, because I know that there's nothing I can do to stop you from missing your dad. But I would have been there for you. Like, you’d do for me, right?”

You nod. “Yes.”

“See?” He shrugs.

You draw in a deep breath and exhale to continue with your apology. “I’m also sorry I was being jealous, you had history with Nancy, I can’t take that way. And well, I was also scared you’d replace me. I know it’s not true from what you told me outside of her house, and well because since then I have talked to her, and I have had talks with other people, and I had this self-discovery moment, so yes, I’m okay now.”

Steve smiles in amusement but sighs. “I’m sorry that I got jealous too. I’m sorry I said all that stuff to you, I was upset you wouldn’t talk, I thought that you didn’t care for me so, I just got angry, I’m sorry.”

“All forgiven,” you assure him and cup his hands to smile at him.

“I forgive you too,” he says. “Now we know that we should talk, like, partners.”

“Yeah,” you scoff. “Yeah,” you pause and your smile widens, and your voice turns softer. “I love you Steve Harrington, I have loved you since the moment we fought demo-dogs together. After everytime you laugh at my stupid jokes, when you tolerate every cheesy romantic movie with me. I love you everytime you join my embarrassing jam session, when you listen to endless talks about stupid girl stuff. I loved you everyday you were with me after Hopper died. I love you every time you’re sweet to my sister and all the other kids, everytime you tolerate me when I’m upset.” You cry and smile as he grins at you. “I'm in love with you Steve, you are a half of my soul, I’m happy I got to meet you. I love you.”

Steve presses his forehead against yours and just smiles, but shows off such a sweet and happy smile that just makes your heart burst, and regret not having the balls to tell him before. Hearing your words makes him so happy, it makes his eyes brighter, it actually turns that soft loving look much softer and sweeter.

You could keep giving off descriptions, but he then pulled you in for a deep passionate kiss. He was so tender and sweet even if you know he had been longing for one for a while. He took your lips with his, and made your heart pound, and that fluttering in your stomach intensify. It felt like it was just you and him, and for that moment while he kissed you none of that Vecna shit existed. It was just you and him and passion, burning passion that made you slide your hands to the side of his head to dig your fingers in his hair and moan in the kiss.

Steve pulled you closer and pulled away to smirk before he pulled you once again and caught your breath. This time you felt weak, if it wasn’t for him grabbing you by your cheeks you would've fallen. This wave of warmth washed over you and burned your body. Kissing him was addicting.

But, yet, unfortunately you had to pull away.

“I love you,” he whispered a bit smugly since he heard how he made you feel. “I’m in love with you, I mean, I fucking love you. It’s been you all along, I never thought it was possible to love someone so much. You, y/n, are the best thing that has happened to me. I’m glad you came into my life. I want a future with you, I mean, all I see when I think about my future is you. If you don’t want the six nuggets that’s fine, I just want to be with you.”

You laugh softly and assure him. “I want the six nuggets. I do. With you. I want a life with you.”

Steve grins and nods. “You’re my girl,” he tells you. “My favorite girl. We’ve been through hell together, we will stick together, I mean…” he clears his throat and then continues, “…you’re just to be good to be true, can’t take my eyes off you, you’d be like heaven to touch, I wanna hold you so much.”

Your eyebrows slightly furrow and you leave your lips parted in amusement and confusion, but that’s when you recognize what he’s quoting, “Can’t Take My Eyes Off You,” by Frankie Valli. The song you showed him that day on the bus when you were waiting for Dart to take the bait

“…At long last love has arrived, and I thank god I’m alive…”

You laugh but cry at the same time. That reaction makes him shush you though, “I’m not done,” he quickly interjected. “The best part is coming.” He then continues while he keeps holding your gaze with the same loving look.

“You’re just too good to be true, can’t take my eyes off you. Pardon the way that I stare, there’s nothing else to compare, the sight of you leaves me weak��” he begins to mumble and hum before he continues when he gets to a certain part of the song. “I love you baby! And if it’s quite alright I need you, baby….”

You grin at him before you continue to giggle, this time he finally reacts by rolling his eyes and pushing you back.

“Oh come on, Steve, it's cute! It was cute!” You chase after him and turn him around to cup his face and coo at him. “I loved it. I loved your singing.”

Steve grabs your wrist and can’t help his smile, and can’t help but getting smug. “I can continue, y’know, just for you.”

You scoff. “Really?” You begin mumbling to mock how he did, causing him to pull away again to shake his head at you. This time you pull him back and begin pressing kisses on his lips. “I love you.”

Steve tilts his head and shoots you a charming half grin. “I love you too,” he says right back and leans in to press one last kiss on your lips before you had to return to your group. However, the moment he parted his lips, he began clearing his throat and stumbling back.

At first you’re a bit confused since it out of nowhere, but once he begins coughing out blood your heart drops—“Steve,” you call with a crack in your voice. “Steve, what’s wrong?” You walk over to him and he begins to cough out black blood. “Steve?”

Said man looks up at you and wants to talk but he then stumbles and loses his balance. Of course you fall by his side and grab his face before you catch the blood that leaked through his clothes.

“Oh my god,” you whisper and pull your hands down to pull his shirt over his wound, immediately noticing that the bandage was covered in thick black blood.

“I’ll be okay,” he assured you hoarsely. “I will.”

It can’t be happening again. He was okay, he was okay.

“You need the hospital,” you stammer. “You need—Robin! Dustin!” You lift your eyes and begin adding pressure to his wound. “You’ll be fine, just don’t close your eyes okay, my love? Just keep talking. Robin!”

Steve nods but frowns when he sees the tears begin rolling out. “Come on, don't cry.”

You offer him the best smile you can muster before looking back to see if any of your friends were coming. When you didn’t see any of them you called again, this time with more desperation in your voice. “Robin! Dustin! Please come! Nancy! Eddie! Please help me.” You sniffle and look back at Steve. “We’re going to get you help, okay? I just can’t carry you by myself.”

“They’ll come. They will.” He muttered and took your hand to give it a squeeze. “Just keep…Keep calm.” His breaths begin to turn shallow and he keeps blinking as if fighting sleep.

“Steve,” you cry. “Don’t. Stay. Please don’t leave me. Please don’t you dare leave me too.” You look back and call again. “Robin! Eddie!”

But no one came.

“Nancy! Please! I need help! Please.” You look back at Steve and notice that his eyes are unmoving, frozen on you, when you look at his chest you don’t see that it’s moving up and down anymore, it’s still, frighteningly so. “Steve,” you call and move your hands to cup his cheeks with your blood covered hands. “Hey, baby, come on. Hey, please, don’t do this to me, please…” you pause and drop your head on his chest. “Steve?”

The air lays still, the song of the roaming birds goes silent, and in your ears you feel your own heart break, you feel every painful tear, and see every color drown out of the earth and everything that surrounds you. And then there it was, the sound of four chimes broke through the silence, making you freeze and snap your eyes open.

It’s just a mind game you need to remind yourself. It’s just a mind game.

“Y/N,” you hear a deep husky and bone chilling voice call out to you from nowhere and everywhere at the same time. “Do you see what you did? You cursed Steve the same way you cursed Sara and your dad. You see.”

You shake your head and squeeze your eyes shut to begin murmuring to yourself that this was just in your mind, you could snap out of it. It was all fake.

“Open your eyes,” he sneers right by your ear, causing you to stiffen and cover your ears with your hands. “Y/N, you can’t hide from me. Open your eyes!”

“Shut the hell up!” You snap back as you keep yourself balled up. “My friends will save me, I’ll get out.”

A moment of silence follows, but now you felt a cold chill, and you could hear the sound of your pounding heart hammering agasint your chest. You could actually feel every muscle clenching around your bones. He felt near, but far at the same time.

“Y/N,” his voice broke through the deafening silence. “You wanted to see him didn't you? One last time? Your father.”

You shake your head and keep your eyes closed. “No, it’s fake. This is all in my head.”

“If it was fake would he be here? Would you witness his last moments before his dying breath?” Vecna continued to try and persuade you. “All you have to do is open your eyes and I’ll show you. Open your eyes y/n. Open them!” He screamed right in your ear, making you jump and scream.

This time instead of waiting, suddenly your eyes are forced open and you’re yanked to your feet. Now instead of seeing the sky and Steve, you see flashing red lights, metal pathways, walls, burnt bodies and that machine that you saw in the Russian hideout.

You were in the base now. In front of where the gate once was.

But it’s fake, it’s all in your head, he can’t trick you. You can’t let him get to you.

“Just stay away! Stay away!”

“Look at him,” Vecna continued. “Look down at your father, y/n. Look at what you did!”

You keep your eyes off the ground and begin to back up slowly before you spin on your heels and break into a sprint to run out of the room. You push past doors and more doors, you turn halls until you reach the hall that leads to the elevator.

“Where are you going, y/n? There’s nowhere to run to.”

You quicken your pace down the long hall and ignore him.

Nevertheless, out of sudden you feel something wrap around your ankle and pull you down to hit your chin against the floor and pull you back. You try to squirm, and then you turn back to get the tentacle off, you try to punch it, before you think of the knife you had in your holster and pull that out to stab it.

Luckily, after you jabbed it, the tentacle pulled itself off your ankle, letting you push yourself to your feet to continue running. Now though, when you run, you’re suddenly snapped back to the previous room; there’s red flashing lights and smoke coming out of the machine.

“Look at him,” Vecna kept insisting.

“Go to hell,” you sneer.

Without having to tell you again, your head is forced down and the first thing you catch is Hopper; his chest still moved slowly, but his clothes, the one that reminded you of Miami Vice, was half burnt, along with half of his body, his face, his skin.

It can’t be true. It’s not.

“Stop,” you begin to plead. “Please stop.”

“This is what you did,” Vecna said in a low voice. “Because you couldn’t leave him alone. Because you went back to his life, he was better off without you.” He gets close and now you see his slimy and horrifying face from the corner of your eye. “You’re the curse. You’re a plague. He already had a daughter, he didn’t even think of you until you forced yourself there.”

Your lip begins to quiver but you keep trying to reject him.

“My dad loved me,” you whisper in a quivering voice. “He loved me.”

“Empty words. He didn’t want you. No one does. That’s why even Steve wants to replace you…he has replaced you.”

“Quiet,” you hiss and keep your eyes locked on Hopper.

“Will you curse Eleven the same way you cursed Hopper?”

You shake your head and yell out as you break down, “I’m not the curse. I’m not! I’m not! I’m not!” You fall to your knees and hold your head in your hands.

“Is that what your fathers dead body says?” He kept antagonizing you. “Look at him as he takes his last breath. That was you. Your fault.”

Warm tears stream down the curve of your cheeks and leave you unable to see.

“You left Eleven without a father.”

“No,” you sob. “No. Quiet.”

“You left her weak,” he snapped, “vulnerable. What will you do? She was better without you. She needs her father.”

Slowly you lift your head out off hands and crawl towards your father to touch his chest to check if it would move. When it didn’t you slowly slid your hand up his burnt skin to cup his cheeks and slowly press your forehead against his.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you cry against his cold body. “I’m so sorry.”

You shut your eyes and begin caressing his cheek before you move your hands to lift the upper half of his body so you could hug him against you. “I’m sorry,” you cry against his cold shoulder. “It was my fault, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Vecna breaks his silence. “I’ll end your suffering.”

A/N- I hope Steve and y/n have their twins, imagine they do and one of them suffer the same fate as Padme 😗

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buckybarnesdiaries · 3 years

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otchet o missii

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

part one ⸺ part two ⸺ bonus

request made by anon: Hi Maria you beautiful person you please be my friend 🥺 I kinda have a request but if it doesn't speak to you then you don't have to write it, could you write something where reader is an enhanced/ mutant (kinda like Wanda or Jean Grey so like crazy powerful and dangerous) and Bucky just will not let the government get near her because he knows they'll probably experiment on her to make her a weapon cause they're sus like that? It can be romantic or platonic no preference, if ya want, please and thanks sorry this was so long

word count: 1.165 words.

warnings/tags: none. dad!bucky being overprotective with his baby soldier.

author notes: re-posted because tumblr deleted it for no reason. none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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“Soldat, stoy”.

(Soldier, stop).

Your eyes widened. Your heart raced. The time froze. That command clicked something in your brain, producing the spheres of flames concentrated on your palms to dwindle till disappearing. You had just one second to look around you, before turning at the firm tone of voice behind your back. You found yourself in the middle of Times Square, surrounded by different security forces, aiming at you with large-caliber weapons. Above your head, two helicopters were setting up a perimeter. The chaos spread around the long avenue. You didn't have an idea of how you ended up there, but you were scared like never before.

Turning slowly, your eyes landed on a pair of pale blue orbs. You didn’t notice the other people as a backup. A feeling of safety invaded you when he tilted his head confused, narrowing his eyes, trying to understand how it was possible that you were there. But before you could take a step closer to him, a twinge followed by an electric cramp shook your body. The last thing you heard before blacking out was an I got you, and a cold arm wrapping your abdomen.

BUCKY'S POV

Avengers Compound

06:03 pm, New York

“How do you know it’s not a trap set by Hydra?” Steve asked, reclining himself on his seat at the meeting table next to the rest of the Avengers.

“Because I trust her”. Bucky didn’t doubt replying, although he couldn’t understand why, hearing Stark clicking his tongue as he rolled his eyes.

“James, you don’t know her”. Natasha sighed, referring to the fact that being assassins together years ago meant nothing.

“I trained her. She owes me loyalty”.

“What’s that? Some kind of Stockholm Syndrome patented by Hydra?” Clint scoffed incredulously.

“Tell us what you know about her, Bucky. What you remember”. The captain asked his long-life friend, leaning on the table with both forearms rested against the edge of it.

The soldier gulped, deeply breathing, nodding his chin with his eyes lost somewhere on the dark oak. He explained how Vasily Karpov knew about you. An orphan with no family, no history, and a power of telepathy that allowed you to control the four elements as you pleased. Water, fire, earth, and air. From nowhere, your body could produce flames and throw them anywhere. Exactly the same you could do with water and air. Earth was different. Only by using your hands you could wild it as you want; creating earthquakes or holes, move it. The heroes around Bucky were stupefied. You were a potential danger.

Then, he told them about your skills. Karpov made him stay awake after killing Tony’s parents to train her. You were just a kid. And soon, you were a soldier with an angelic face who could kill anyone just by blinking your eyes. To tell the truth, the Winter Soldier was everything you had in this life. You two worked together, hand-to-hand, for more than ten years until he disappeared. With him out of the game, Hydra continued experimenting with you to replace him. But they reached a point where you couldn't bear the pain, losing control completely.

“Let me talk with her, please”. Bucky begged, touring his eyes around the people there.

“It’s too dangerous”. Vision affirmed, taking a position close to Tony.

“She. Owes. Me. Loyalty”. He repeated almost hissing, pointing out every word with his silver forefinger poking the table.

“You have five minutes before the Government brings her to the Raft”. Rhodes sentenced, crossing his arms on his chest. “Five minutes”.

Escorted by Steve and Wanda, who was the only one there that could control you, Bucky went down to the third sublevel. When the soporific made its effect and knocked you out in the middle of Manhattan, the Avengers managed to take you to their compound.

You were still stoned, but conscious enough to know what was happening around you. Everything spun inside the bunker. Your head hurt like hell and you felt a knot within the pit of your stomach that made you want to puke your guts. As the heavy door proffered a loud noise being opened you retreated to the farthest corner, placing your knees to your chest and wrapping your legs with both arms. Again, you were shaking. Terrified. About to beg for your life.

“Soldat, otchet o missii”.

(Soldier, mission report).

Your breathing became erratic as if the air wasn't enough to fill your lungs. You were at the edge of your crying, raising your hidden face from the gap of your knees. The Winter Soldier was standing some feet away from you. No expression on his face, as always, but with the small difference of a slight inkling of concern. He also looked skinnier, shorter hair, a grown beard. He looked healthier, free.

“Net zadaniya”. You whispered with a broken tone.

(No assignment).

“Soldat, otchet o missii”. He repeated taking a step ahead, hardening his voice.

(Soldier, mission report).

The command made you gulp a sob. Wasn’t he believing you? How could you lie to him?

“Net zadaniya”. You replied with no hesitation, standing on your bare feet and sticking your back to the wall. “Missiya ne naznachena”.

(No assignment. No mission assigned).

You noticed he wanted to turn to his partners, but he didn't. The soldier kept eye contact, coming a little more closer, invading your personal space without caring. He tilted his head forward, trying to find the answers to his questions in your orbs. But they both were emptied with the sole exception of the horror invading your chest and reflected on them. You didn't want to come back. You wanted to be released from Hydra's chain. You weren't an assassin, nor a monster.

“I wa… I was looking for… you”. Babbling, you confessed, being the explanation for why your mind took you to that place in concrete.

“Why?”

“Because you are the only person I have”.

His eyelids narrowed for a second, scanning your intentions, feeling frustrated by not finding anything hidden beneath your words. “Otchet o missii, soldat”.

(Mission report, soldier).

“Net zadaniya, Sergeant Barnes”.

(No assignment).

It was the first time you pronounced part of his real name since you met him many years ago and you could listen to his heartbeat increasing. Before you blinked, his metallic hand grabbed your throat and pinned you against the wall, watching the fury and the rage taking control over his grimace. Glancing above his shoulder, a redhead woman stopped the blonde man known as Captain America. Your gaze focused again on the soldier, loosening slowly the grip on your skin.

“Why don't you remember me?”

The last thing you knew about him was that the man behind him brought back the memories of his past life. His real life. But he was still looking at you with hate and revulsion. Of course, the Winter Soldier was conscious of who you were. What he had forgotten was how he felt about you. He didn't reply to your question, walking backward to the exit, leaving you there. Alone. Again.

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helloalycia · 3 years

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teenage dirtbag [two] // wanda maximoff

summary: your crush begins to get more intense for Wanda, ensuing awkwardness between you both

warning/s: none

author's note: so glad you’re all liking this, here’s part two! 🥰

I knew it was a dream as soon as it began. Dreams never tricked me as I always detected something didn't feel right and figured out it wasn't real. But that was my only 'talent' with dreams, as everything else was left down to my subconscious. I couldn't control them, break away from the script or deviate from the scene in any way. I just knew when it wasn't real.

Admittedly, it took a little longer for me to recognise this one was a dream compared to others I'd had. It just seemed so normal as I headed into Chemistry class, seeing other students filing in and joining their partners. Mr. Hale was at the front of the class, occupied by his laptop and the projector, and it felt like any other day at school. The lights were off and the blinds were closed slightly, leaving the room in darkness except for the light from the board.

"Are we watching a film or something?" I asked Wanda as I set my bag on the desk beside her, earning her attention.

She looked up from her notepad and smiled widely, blue eyes sparkling in the darkness. "You're here, you took forever!"

"You saw me two lessons ago," I teased, taking a seat beside her.

She moved closer to me, hands immediately moving to my left one, playing with my fingers mindlessly. It felt right at the time, but I knew deep down that this wasn't real. In what world would this happen?

"Still," she mumbled adorably, before meeting my eyes. "We're watching some video about the periodic table."

I hummed, glancing at Mr. Hale as he struggled to pull up the video.

"Thank God because I couldn't be bothered doing work," Wanda added with a sigh, before moving closer to me, leaning on the palm of her hand as the other held mine still. "D'you think you can cover for me whilst I sneak in a nap?"

I stifled a laugh, moving closer and admiring the way her eyes changed colour in the light from the board. "I'm sure you're supposed to be paying attention."

She scrunched her nose, an uninterested smile on her lips, and it made my heart flutter.

"Fine, I'll cover for you," I gave in easily, before pressing a kiss to her nose.

She giggled quietly and when I pulled back, she leaned in and kissed my lips. Her free hand moved to the back of my neck as I rested mine on her lap, closing my eyes and falling into her without question. Okay, so yeah, definitely a dream, but I wasn't complaining.

"If Miss Maximoff and Miss Y/L/N can kindly stop making out, then we can begin the lesson," Mr. Hale announced, breaking Wanda and I's kiss.

Some of the class snickered as we separated from each other's hold, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. He gave us a fed up look.

"Thank you," he said, before erupting into a speech about today's lesson.

When he started the video, I leaned forward on the desk to get comfortable and felt Wanda do the same, leaning her head on my arm and continuing to play with my hand. I smiled to myself, kissing the top of her head gently before getting comfortable. It all seemed too good to be true, but God was it a nice thought.

When I woke up the next morning with butterflies in my stomach, I groaned loudly. I knew I'd screwed myself over. I was in too deep. Dreaming about Wanda was not good, not good at all...

And it definitely didn't help when I showed up to class that same day, approaching my table and an already-seated Wanda. Just a dream, I told myself as I took a seat. Not real. And not a big deal.

"Good morning," she greeted when I sat down and pulled my books out. Her usual picture perfect smile was on her lips as she pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "How are you?"

Trying my best not to think about my dream, I gave her a small smile. "G-good, yeah."

Fuck me, why did I stutter?

"You sure? You seem distracted," she noticed, making me swallow hard and look away from her piercing gaze.

"Yeah," I managed to say without stuttering once again. "Just tired. What about you?"

"Same," she said with a breathy chuckle, her leg brushing mine under the table and making me freeze. She didn't seem to notice as she continued, "I stayed up late binge-watching Netflix. Probably the wrong choice, but here we are."

I bit my lip to contain a laugh, relaxing a little. It was just a dream. She wasn't that bad. I was fine!

Class started and Mr. Hale was explaining something about doing a practical experiment today, but if I'm being honest, I was barely listening. Stuck in a daydream, I was wiggling my pen in my right hand and staring at the display behind Mr. Hale's head mindlessly.

Suddenly, a warm hand rested on mine, pressing it to the table and stopping me from shaking my pen. I shit you not, my heart stopped when I saw Wanda smirking playfully at me.

"D'you mind?" she asked, clearly finding my wiggling pen distracting.

All I could think about was how soft and warm her hand was, and then I became aware of her bare leg still brushing against mine – she just had to wear a dress today, didn't she? – and then the fact that she was still staring at me with amusement dancing in her eyes. My dream from last night returned to mind as she was still yet to remove her hand and I was lucky I managed to find my words as I choked out a response.

"S-sorry," I said, frozen in place, yet again, by Wanda's presence.

She snickered, shaking her head at my dismay, before finally letting go of my hand. I licked my lips nervously and let go of my pen, but not quite finding the energy to move my hand. I could still feel the warmth of her hand lingering on mine and, oh God, this was getting worse by the second. Why did I have to have that stupid dream?!

Clearly distracted by my own stupidity, I failed to realise that Mr. Hale had let us begin with our experiment, whatever that may be as I wasn't listening. Wanda was nudging me slightly, bringing me back into reality, and said something about getting lab coats and goggles whilst I got the bunsen burner.

I watched her leave and massaged my head, telling myself to get my act together. I was not the stupid cliché of a girl who acted nervous around her crush. I was better than that, goddamn it.

After getting the bunsen burner, I hooked it up to the gas tap as Wanda returned with our lab coats and safety goggles. We both put them on before Wanda gave me a knowing look, humoured smile tugging at her lips. I was beginning to hate (love) that look.

"You totally weren't paying attention during that, were you?" she asked, but she definitely already knew the answer.

"'Course I was," I played it cool, before wandering over to the handout on our desk. "We're doing an experiment."

She chuckled as I distracted myself with reading the instructions.

"So it says the first instruction is to boil some water in a beaker," I said with a nod. "Seems easy enough. Just gotta get a beaker."

My mouth went dry when Wanda hunched down on the desk, reading the paper between us. I hoped she couldn't hear how fast my heart was beating in my chest.

"You think you can manage that one?" she teased, glancing up at me with that same playful smirk on her lips.

Her eyes twinkled with mischief, similar to the one her twin possessed on a regular basis, and I'd never felt more stuck in place in my life than I did now. Without thinking, my gaze lowered to her lips and I realised then and there how badly I wanted to feel her lips against mine for real. She was so close I could move forward a mere few inches and feel it, but I didn't.

"Y-yeah, I'll get it now," I stumbled out, before literally stumbling over the stool as I made a move to leave.

I tried to ignore the way her gaze followed me and instead focused on getting to the beakers without passing out. To my relief, Y/BF/N was also collecting a beaker for him and his partner, too. When I stopped by his side, he looked up to see who it was, then smiled.

"You alright?" he asked, sensing my panic.

I shook my head frantically. "Definitely not. This is really bad, Y/BF/N."

Y/BF/N furrowed his brows, making me give him the look, to which he eventually followed what I meant.

"What happened?" he asked, trying (and failing) to hide his amusement.

I made sure nobody was nearby or could hear us before admitting, "I had a dream."

He raised his eyebrows suggestively, making me slap him on the arm quickly.

"Not that kind of dream, you perv," I clarified, before sighing. "But a dream. About you-know-who. And it threw me off and now I can't seem to act like a human."

He snorted as he tried not to laugh. I glared at him, shoving him again, making him laugh out loud.

"I'm sorry," he defended. "It's just– you've got it bad."

"Very helpful." I narrowed my eyes.

"Look, it's new which is why you're all awkward," he said knowingly, collecting his beaker. "It'll eventually pass when you get used to it. Until then, try not to do anything stupid."

"Too late," I mumbled under my breath.

He patted me reassuringly before leaving. I grabbed a beaker and turned around, deciding to take it easy. I'd get over it. I always did. I wasn't stupid. Yeah, I wasn't stupid. I had this!

But that thinking immediately went out the window when I approached our workspace and saw Wanda leaning on the desk, looking over the handout with thought. Her hair was pulled back for safety reasons, exposing her tensed jaw and pursed lips. She was wearing her lab coat over her black, knee-length dress and I'm not gonna lie, she looked extremely sexy today because she was wearing matching black knee-high boots. I gulped.

God help me.

—

You'd be relieved to know that my crush on Wanda died down after a while. Not in the way that I no longer had a crush on her – God knew I was overflowing with feelings for her – but in the way that I was getting a lot better at hiding it.

Which was perfect for when I saw her with her dick of a boyfriend. You'd be surprised how many times he kept popping up. And when he did, I always seemed to want to strangle him.

This time, I was working my new part-time job at a pizza place in town. Y/BF/N was keeping me company on my shift by taking extra long to finish his pizza so we could talk at the counter. I was drying some glasses as we spoke when the door to the parlour opened and the bell jingled, signalling new customers.

"I believe that's your cue," Y/BF/N teased, making me roll my eyes playfully.

My gaze wandered to the door where I saw a small group of teens walking in and finding a seat. It took me a second to realise that it was actually Wanda and her friends, including her boyfriend, who were looking for a table. My eyes widened with surprise as she looked around. Her eyes found mine and an excited smile appeared on her face as she waved to me.

"This just keeps getting better," Y/BF/N said when he saw Wanda heading our way, thankfully without her friends.

I pinched him before straightening up and plastering my best customer service smile on my lips. Wanda stopped before me, smiling between Y/BF/N and I.

"Hey, guys," she greeted brightly, to which Y/BF/N smiled in return, before looking my way and making my stomach flip at how pretty she looked today. "Y/N, I didn't know you worked here!"

"Yeah, it's kinda new," I answered coolly. "Gotta get that extra money, right?"

She nodded before grabbing the tip of my cap on my head and wiggling it, letting out a laugh. "You look adorable in your uniform, I must say."

I forgot how to breathe as she let go of my cap, her eyes still glittering with joy. Y/BF/N tried to hide his laughter as he sipped his drink, meanwhile I felt my neck heating up with embarrassment.

"Th-thanks," I got out nervously. I know what you're thinking – I said I got better at hiding my crush. And I have! I just– why did she have to put me on the spot like this?!

"I should get back," she said after a moment, pointing over her shoulder towards her friends. "But it was nice seeing you. Are you serving us?"

I nodded, regaining composure. "I'll be over in a minute. Give you chance to pick something."

"Awesome," she said sweetly, flashing me a final smile before heading back to her friends.

I released a shaky breath when she left, taking my cap off and massaging my head momentarily.

"I feel like she flirts with you just to see what happens," Y/BF/N said with amusement.

"It's just her personality," I mumbled, before putting my cap back on and taking a deep breath. "Time to work."

I continued to do my job as usual, thankfully not being affected by Wanda's presence, and took their orders. It was pretty uneventful as I served them their food and continued to hang with Y/BF/N by the counter. Every time I'd look over at her out of bad habit, I'd feel uneasy at the sight of Nate having his hands all over her. I mean, obviously he could – he was her boyfriend – but admittedly, I was a little jealous. I tried to ignore the feeling by busying myself with other things.

Wanda's friends were being a little noisier and rowdier than I'd liked, but it wasn't particularly busy so I saw no need to shut them up. Yeah, in hindsight, maybe I should have.

Clearing a table after some customers left, I balanced a tray of glasses in my hand and headed back to the counter. But on the way, a football came out of nowhere and got launched at my chest, making me drop the tray onto the floor with a loud crash. The rowdiness from Wanda's table ceased momentarily, as did the chatter from other customers, and I looked up to see Nate and his friends watching me, trying to suppress laughter.

"I am so sorry," Nate called with anything but guilt.

"Shit, Y/N, you okay?" Y/BF/N said, racing to my side in an instant.

I nodded, clenching my jaw, and bent down to clean up the mess. My boss must have heard the commotion as she came out from the kitchen and saw what happened, putting two and two together.

"Right, all of you out," she ordered without questioning anything, looking to Nate and the rest of the table. "We don't tolerate that tomfoolery here."

They groaned their complaints, but I didn't bother looking up to see, instead focusing on cleaning up the mess. Luckily for me, the tray took most of the hit rather than my chest, so unlike last time, I wasn't hurt.

"You're lucky I'm not charging you for the broken glasses, honey," my boss continued to scold Nate as he walked past, grabbing his football.

I saw feet shuffling past me, presuming it was their table leaving, and focused on picking up the large shards of glass and putting them on the tray. Y/BF/N helped out, even though he didn't need to, and I smiled at him as he knelt opposite me doing the same.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry," Wanda's voice grabbed my attention, making me look up. She had a guilty frown on her lips as she looked between the mess and I.

I stood up, shaking my head. "It's fine. It's–" But I stopped speaking, instead letting out an exhausted sigh. "No offence, but your boyfriend is a dick."

She pressed her lips together, not saying anything. I felt bad for saying it, but this was the second time he'd hit me with his stupid ball. It was true.

"I should clean this up," I mumbled, avoiding her eyes. "See you at school."

She opened her mouth to say something, but decided against it. I knelt down and continued to clean up, hoping she'd walk away already. This was awkward enough as it was.

"See you guys at school," she finally spoke, making me pause. "Sorry, again."

Y/BF/N bid her a goodbye before she left for good. I let out another sigh, deciding not to say anything as I continued cleaning up. It would never make sense to me why someone as lovely as Wanda would be with someone as obnoxious as Nate. I guess I'd never know.

—

Since that lovely incident at the pizza parlour, things had been a little distant between Wanda and I. Mostly on my part if I'm being honest. I couldn't help it – the whole situation had been uncomfortable and embarrassing, making it impossible to return to how we usually were.

This meant that Wanda was the one to come to me and check in, which I definitely wasn't expecting.

I was at home one afternoon, hanging with my older sister who was staying with us for a week. She'd moved out a year ago, getting her own place a few towns over, so I missed her presence a lot. I took advantage of her weekly visit by having a catch up as we played basketball in the front drive.

Disclaimer: none of us were good at basketball, but the hoop came with the house and it was simply tradition for us to attempt to shoot baskets as we had a catch up. Only, this time, as we were talking, a loud car engine pulled us from our chat and we both spun around to see an unfamiliar car parking up.

"That must be mum's customer," Y/S/N realised, holding the basketball underneath her arm. She glanced at me with a quirked brow. "You think we're gonna get roped into helping?"

"Most definitely," I answered with a chuckle, and just on cue, our mum opened the garage door behind us.

She was a florist and had a large pick-up delivery for a customer today. Apparently they were a good friend, so she had the flowers delivered to our house and they were waiting in our garage until now.

"Can you girls give me a hand?" she asked my sister and I, motioning for us to go to her. "I'm gonna say hi. Just start bringing the crates out, yeah?"

We both saluted playfully before watching her go to the customer's car. My jaw dropped when I saw who it was – Wanda's mum. And to top things off, Wanda and Pietro were both with her, the three of them getting out of their car and greeting my mum with smiles on their faces.

"You cool?" my sister asked, nudging me slightly.

I closed my mouth, straightening up. "Yeah, yeah, duh."

She gave me a funny look but grabbed a crate and began to leave it in the drive for the moment. I swallowed the lump in my throat and did the same, knowing both Wanda and Pietro were approaching us after my mum pointed them our way.

"Y/N, hey," Wanda said, stopping before my sister and I. She gave my sister a friendly smile before looking to me with nervous eyes. "It's good to see you."

I tried to say something – anything – but my words got stuck in my throat and all that came out was a weird noise. Partially because of the awkwardness between us at my fault and partially because of how pretty she looked in her sundress.

"Hi, I'm Y/S/N," my sister cut in, noticing my quietness. She gave me a sideways glance before looking to the twins. "It's Wanda and Pietro, right?"

"Yeah," Wanda said with a smile, eyes lingering on mine before looking to my sister. "We're just helping our mum out to load the car."

"I'm the muscle," Pietro joked, lifting his bicep, making Wanda roll her eyes jokingly.

"Okay, muscle, you can come help me get these out the garage," my sister played along before looking to Wanda and I. "You guys okay to load the car?"

Wanda nodded. "Sure thing."

Y/S/N grabbed Pietro, who shot me a friendly smile, before leaving Wanda and I alone.

"Your sister seems nice," Wanda tried to make conversation as we both grabbed a crate and took it to the back of her mum's car.

"Yeah," I agreed uncomfortably. "She's just visiting."

Wanda hummed in acknowledgment, neither of us knowing what else to say. We walked past our chatting mothers before setting the crates in the back of her mum's car.

"Are we okay?" Wanda asked suddenly, as soon as our hands were free. I looked to her and saw she was debating something internally before looking to me. "I mean, I know we're okay, but I just– I feel like you've been off since, well... since Nate threw that ball at you."

My neck heated up with embarrassment as I cleared my throat; my eyes fell to the flowers in the crates.

"I really am sorry," she apologised again, resting a hand on my forearm, sending shivers up my spine. "He can be such a jerk sometimes. Does stuff without thinking."

"You don't need to apologise," I said, finally lifting my eyes to meet her anxious green ones. And I meant it – Nate's idiocy wasn't her fault and it was harsh of me to make her seem like it was. I sighed, knowing my distant behaviour would end here. "We're good, Wanda."

She still seemed uncertain. "You sure?"

I gave her my best smile, hoping she knew I meant it. "I'm sure."

Her tense shoulders relaxed and a relieved smile spread across her face. "Okay, good. I'm glad."

She held my gaze and I just knew my heart was beating too fast to be useful as she did. She was just so beautiful.

"You know, the whole point of splitting into teams was to be done quicker," Pietro's voice interrupted our staring contest.

He stepped between us, glancing between us with amusement, before setting a crate in the back of the car.

"Right, yeah, we were just on our way back," I said, smiling sheepishly.

Pietro smirked. "No harm no foul, princess."

I was taken aback slightly as he called me that, and even more taken aback when he plucked a flower from the crate and offered it my way.

"For you," he said, half joking and half serious.

Unsure what to say, I accepted the flower. "Er, thanks... I think."

Wanda crossed her arms behind him, eyes narrowed in his direction. I wondered what she was thinking, but never got the chance to ask as their mum's voice called out to us.

"Pietro, I paid to use the bouquets," she said with mild distress, "not so you could ruin them."

His cheeks flushed as he called back, "Sorry!"

I tried not to laugh as the three of us headed back to get the rest of the crates, being sure to set the flower to the side. We ended up filling her car with the bouquets before facing our parents as we bid them a goodbye.

"They're lovely, Y/M/N," Wanda's mum was complimenting the flowers. "Thank you again."

My mum patted her back. "Anytime, dear." She looked between the twins and my sister and I. "Thank you all for helping out."

Y/S/N and I smiled her way as Wanda's mum nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes, thank you!" she added, looking to Y/S/N and I. "It's so great to see you all together. Especially you two, Wanda and Y/N. It's nice to know you're good friends after so long of barely speaking."

Wanda's face was beginning to turn pink as I'm sure mine was doing the same.

"Yes, I agree," my mum said with a smile. "Anyway, we won't keep you any longer. Good luck with the banquet!"

Wanda and Pietro waved goodbye to Y/S/N and I before joining their mum in the car. I followed her figure subconsciously, butterflies floating in my stomach until their car was gone.

"Damn, I really missed a lot," Y/S/N said when they were gone, wrapping an arm over my shoulder and tugging me closer. "You're crushing hard."

Instantly, I looked to her. "What? What are you talking about?"

She rolled her eyes, letting go of me. "So we're playing that game. Okay. I'll bite."

As she began to walk away, I chased after her. "What game? Y/S/N? What are you talking about?"

She merely laughed and allowed me to chase her, wondering how the hell she knew of my crush on Wanda. Was I that obvious?

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caffeineforbucky · 3 years

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As Time Goes By...(Chapter three)

A/N: This one took a while to write. I've just been so busy doing absolutely nothing all while procrastinating, so special thanks to that. No, but I really hope you like this, fellow reader. If you like the series, let me know if you want to be tagged!

(Side note: I've been playing RE8, thirsting over lady D, and dying over and over...it's going great! It's part of the procrastination...)

Also, has anyone seen the Bridgerton musical tiktoks? I swear I've had the 'burn for you' song in my head all last month and if you've been living under a rock...here's the link:

https://youtu.be/EwY9_m5qeow

Word Count: 2,299

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem! Reader

Warnings: I don't know....angst? As always, John Walker!?! AKA; Fake Cap. Umm...If I missed any let me know.

(A little PSA: I don't hate John Walker: or the actor. John is a well-written character. This is just strictly for the purpose of where my story is going. I'm more reiterating how Bucky treats him in the show. Thank you!!)

You groan, rolling from your left side to lay flatly on your back, arms spread out beside you. You inhale deeply, becoming aware of the moistened dirt and crushed wildflowers beneath you as they release their aromatics. Birds chirped around you, the busy sounds of traffic fading away while you lie still in the field, oxygen feeling heavy in your lungs.

"Y/N?!"

You barely heard the worrisome calls of Sam over the sound of your heart pounding in your ears. You lift your head, the view of icy mountains in the distance, blurry figures making their way towards you while you somehow managed to sit up. Your head was spinning, a sharp ache on the side of your thigh.

Your eyes flickered down, taking note of the small paring knife lodged in your thigh. You exhaled softly, nodding your head at the sight of it. "Okay," You grumble in agreement. With shaking hands, you wrap your fingers around the handle, bracing yourself by taking intervolved breaths before carefully pulling it from your thigh.

You worked fast, ignoring the crunch of rocks and dirt under the acknowledgeable footsteps of Sam and Bucky. Taking babochka, you cut off the end of your pant leg, wrapping the spandex around your wounded thigh before securing it with one of the holsters, tying the ends into a knot. You remain quiet, carefully pushing yourself up to your feet, transferring all of the weight to the opposite leg, eyes drifting up to meet the guys. "Are you guys okay?" You murmur, dusting off the clumps of dirt and dead leaves from your jacket.

"Are you?!" Sam exclaimed incredulously. "You're bleeding!" He points out, gesturing to the bright red staining the skin of your calf as it dripped down to your boot. The wrap might've held the wound shut, but that didn't mean blood wouldn't have soaked through.

"Oh, this?" You ask, glancing down at your leg, the wound throbbing in agony, but you did your best to avoid it. "I've had worse." That was true, from all those years fighting as an avenger. Getting shot, kicked, stabbed, beaten until you were purple, and undergoing mind control. This tiny stab was the least of your worries. It still hurt like hell, and you couldn't hide the discomfort in your features.

"Do you want a piggyback?" Bucky asks suddenly, slightly annoyed at your nonchalance and still concerned nonetheless. You weren't expecting it, the odd but kind offer, especially from the menace himself. Though you weren't one to pass up being carried. With a hesitant nod, you agree, watching Bucky crouch just a bit, allowing you to climb on his back.

The position was awkward for both of you. With his hands tightening on the back of your knees and your arms wrapped around his neck, neither of you could think straight. Yet, you were still thankful. The road to the airport was a long one, and you weren't sure if you could make it in your state. Bucky held you as if you weighed nothing, his super-soldier strength showing off while he carried you on his back, footsteps matching up with Sam. He didn't mind doing it, especially since he was the one who offered, and the proximity was just a bonus.

"Sorry about Redwing," Bucky muses, breaking the silence while the three of you sauntered down the empty road. There was nothing for miles, only empty plains of grass and dirt. Young trees scattered, lacking the greenery around them, evident of the cold weather in Munich.

"No, you're not," Sam remarks, narrowing his eyes to a pinprick at the winter soldier. "You've always hated Redwing."

"That doesn't mean I'm not sorry about it," Bucky grumbles, tightening his hold on you as he felt you slipping. You gasp at the sudden strength, clinging better to his shoulders as well. "How're you doin' up there?" He asks, jaw clenching from your touch.

"All things considering," You sigh, pushing aside the butterflies in your tummy at how close you were to Bucky. "I've been better. We've gotta find out where that super serum is coming from."

"Yeah," Sam chimed in, glancing at you. "-And how the hell after 80 years are there eight super-soldiers runnin' loose?"

Loud honks of a horn ring in your ears, tires treading on the gravel as an army jeep slows down beside the three of you. "So, that didn't go as planned, huh?" John chuckles, pushing the door open only for you to keep walking, paying no mind to the man in stars and stripes.

"Okay, keep going," John utters, signaling the driver to keep up as he pulls the door shut. "Look, at least we know what we're up against, huh? And I'm pretty sure it's one of the big three...so,"

"Aliens, androids, or wizards," Lemar comments as John nods his head in agreement.

"There's no such thing as wizards!" Bucky grunts, keeping his eyes forward, hands on the back of your knees.

"Fine, aliens or androids," John settles, sharing a look with his best friend beside him. "Look, it's 20 miles to the airport, and you guys need a ride. Gary, stop," He instructs, the wheels slowing down. John opens the door once again. "Get in," He sighs, motioning all of you inside the jeep as Bucky and Sam's footsteps came to a halt.

Bucky gently sets you down, taking note of the small whimpers falling from your lips. No matter how tough you appeared to be, you still carried so much vulnerability. "You okay?" He asks, eyes filled with so much concern it almost scared you. He hadn't looked at you like that in a while. "Do you want any help?"

With a soft nod, you oblige to Bucky's ask, needing more help than you anticipated. You didn't want to add any strain or force to your injury. You didn't even realize it happened, and that part of it was Sam's fault for swooping to grab you while you had a knife in hand, but you weren't going to start pointing fingers. You wrap your arm around Bucky's shoulder, using him as support while he boosts you up on the jeep after Sam climbs up first, helping you settle beside him.

"Woah!" John exclaims, almost rising to his feet at the sight of your thigh, your hands stained with blood. "Are you okay?"

With a curt nod, you adjust yourself to relieve some of the pressure while Bucky takes a seat on your left, leaving you to be right smack dab in the middle as he pulls the door shut. You blow out a breath, knowing damn well if it hadn't been for the mishap, you would've walked the damn 20 miles.

"Lemar, hand me the first aid kit," John instructs, pointing to the steel case beside his friend. You wanted to protest, but even you knew that the strap wasn't going to work. Mouthing a thank you, you take the case from Lemar's hand and clip it open.

"Okay, so we got eight super-soldiers on a bulk supply run," John continues, the jeep beginning to roll down the road. You hand the case to Sam, asking him to hold it while you searched for gauze, medical tape, and butterfly bandages, you were probably going to need stitches, but you'd worry about that later. "Why?" John asks, watching closely as you patched up your wound.

"They say their mission is to get things back to the way it was during the blip," Sam answers, handing you another strip of tape. "Maybe they're just tryna help."

"They had a funny way of showing it," Bucky adds, his eyes trained on you, a hiss slipping through your lips as you roll down the remaining spandex. You sigh in relief, the ache becoming dull as you shut the case, giving it back to Lemar.

"Better?" John asks, earning a single nod as a response. "I don't think we've properly met. John Walker," he smiles, offering a shake of his hand, but you didn't move, only staring at the outstretched palm in front of you. "Does she talk?" John mumbles suddenly, looking to Sam or Bucky for a reply.

Your eyes cast down, gaze hardening at the sight of the shield in his grasp. Flashes of Steve running through your mind, the many times he'd catch you trying to throw it like he would. Steve Rogers meant a lot to you, having joined him in not signing the Sokovian accords, being an outlaw, and helping to clear Bucky's name with Sam. So, seeing a man who wasn't Steve hold the shield awoke something in you. Something unkind and hateful.

"When she wants to," You claim, John squirms in his seat, sensing the tension as your eyes flicker to his. "And frankly has no desire to speak to you."

"You don't even know me," John defends, glancing at Bucky, a sly smirk on his lips, and Sam, who rendered quiet, his eyes looking elsewhere. John sets his attention back on you, lips razor thin.

You scoff, shaking your head softly as you fold your arms over your chest. "Jonathon F. Walker," You begin, leaning back in your seat, your eyes never leaving his. "Former Captain of the U.S Army's 75th Rangers Regiment. Graduated at the top of your class from the United States Military and the first person in American history to receive three medals of honor, ran RS-one missions in counterterrorism and hostage rescue."

John's tongue darts between his lips, a frown spreading throughout his forehead at the information you were giving him. Either you did research on him or, you just read his file, which you had done both. You were not one to go into a mission without potentially knowing who you were up against. It was better to be safe than sorry.

"So you saw the news?" John chuckles, the frown falling from his features while he shrugs. "Big deal, so did the entire world."

"Custer's Grove High school alumni."

John's smile falters.

"There you met, Lemar Hoskins and your current wife," You tilt your head in curiosity. "Olivia, right? Or am I getting it wrong?"

Clearing his throat softly, John broke eye contact with you. So you did know him, and you probably knew more than you led on. "Do they always just stare like that?" He gestures between you and Bucky, who had displayed the same distaste for him.

Sam glances beside him, observing the matched body language you shared with Bucky, its no wonder Bucky had taken a liking to you, even if he'd never admit it. "You get used to it," Sam smirks, turning his head back to Walker.

"Okay..." John drags, eyes flickering to the more sensible one of the trio, and that was Sam. "Look, that serum doesn't have the greatest track record, no offense," He waves his hand, dismissing the insult directed towards the only super-soldier in the car.

"We need to figure out where they're going. How'd you track 'em here?" Sam asks, "The flag smashers."

"Uh," Lemar murmurs, scratching the back of his head. "We didn't track them. We tracked you through Redwing."

"You hacked my tech!?" Sam gripes, straightening out his back as he sat up.

"Sorry," John laughs, "It's not exactly hacking. It's government property...kind of the government. Alright, you know things have gotten kind of..."

"Chaotic," Lemar adds.

"Yeah," John nods in agreement. "The GRC, they're doing their best to get things up and running smoothly post blip. If you guys teamed up with us-"

"No." Bucky interrupts. He couldn't let Walker finish that sentence.

"I've got mad respect for all of you," Lemar praises, looking between the trio before him. "But you were getting your asses kicked 'til we showed up."

"And who are you?" Bucky bemuses, cocking a brow at the man next to John.

"Lemar Hoskins," You mention, "I could've sworn we've been through this." You shake your head at the old man, for being 106, he couldn't hear a thing.

"I see a guy hanging out of a helicopter in tactical gear," Sam shrugs, "I'm gonna need a lot more than Lemar Hoskins."

"I'm Battlestar, John's partner."

"Battlestar?" Bucky repeats, narrowing his eyes at Lemar as he nods, confirming his alias. "Stop the car!" Bucky shouts suddenly, brakes screeching as the wheels come to a stop in the middle of the road. Bucky pulls open the handle, ducking, as to not rail his head on the bar-frame above him before hopping off the jeep.

"Look, I get it, okay?" John sighs, calling after Bucky. "I get the attitude, I do. You didn't think the shield was gonna end up here. I get it, Bucky. And I'm not trying to be Steve!"

"Good," You interject, rendering John to settle his eyes on you. "Because you will never be. And just because you're the one wielding it..." You grab the bar above your head, using it to pull yourself up. "It doesn't make you Captain America." And with that, you carefully jump off the jeep, following after the heated super-soldier.

Sighing in frustration, he rips his eyes away from your retreating figures. "I'm not trying to replace him either. I'm just trying to be the best Captain America I can be." He explains to Sam, hoping the falcon would cut him some slack. "-And it'd be a whole lot easier if I had Cap's wingman on my side."

Sam's eyes widen in surprise, his tongue darting between his lips. "It's always that last line," He scoffs, shaking his head as he jumped off the car, following you and Bucky.

John's lips thin out, face scrunching in a scowl. "Let's go," He instructs. The sound of the jeep leaving making its way to your ears.

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joheun-saram · 3 years

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January Rain (jjk)

word count- 1.5k

pairing- ceo!Jungkook x secretary!Reader

rating- PG

genre- angst, fluff

warnings- none! :)

an- for the cute 🍒anon! I hope you like it!

You looked at the email your boss’s mother had sent you and felt a shiver run down your spine. You knew what you had with Jungkook was too good to last. It was a cliche really, the secretary sleeping with the CEO, but every time he looked at you, it was like you forgot your own name. The way his big doe eyes traced your features right before he devoured you, or the way he called you in his office for some paperwork, when really he just wanted to kiss you silly.

I'm not sure if Jungkook mentioned this to you yet, but can you please check when he is available for his date with Jisoo. Any time from Wed to Fri would work.

As you reread the email asking you to set a time for a date with his fiancee, you knew starting something with the handsome man across from you was a mistake. You would never be able to call him yours, never be able to hold his hand in public, and the thought made your eyes sting. Looking through his calendar, you did your job, quietly resolving to no longer fall for his charms. There was a reason he made the number of deals that he did, he was great at getting his way, but that would no longer be the case with you.

It was when you added the event in his calendar that he called your name. He was settled behind a large desk, the dark oak a contrast to the light cedar of the cabin. He had rented the chalet for the weekend, wanting a getaway to work on the new expansion proposal for the board. It was an added bonus that the large cottage came with a room with a king-sized bed and a hot tub on the back patio. Initially, you were looking forward to spending the weekend tangled up in the sheets with your boss, but the sound of your name on his lips just irritated you now.

He called you twice before you graced him with a glance in his direction.

"Why did you send me this?" He asked, eyes narrowed in your direction and jaw set. He seemed annoyed. Good.

"Your mother emailed me. I'm just doing my job," you replied with a huff, rolling your eyes at his demeanor as he sighed.

"Come here, baby." Jungkook spoke softly as he rolled his chair away from his desk, tapping his lap in an invitation. An invitation you would've jumped at a mere twenty minutes ago, but now it just caused frustration and hurt to bloom in your chest.

"I'm sorry. I think that would be unprofessional, sir." You remained straight-faced, averting your eyes towards your laptop as you continued to work through his emails and schedule for the week. He scoffed, turning to his true-tried method of humour to lighten the mood.

“Come on. I dare you.” He smirked, moving around his desk to lean against it, arms open, expecting you to grumble but make your way to him as usual. But you avoided looking at him, your full attention on your work, as you tried to pretend he wasn’t even in the room. In the attempt to shield your feelings, you missed the look of hurt that clouded his features as he lost his earlier confidence and fidgeted with the many documents strewn across his desk.

"Baby, look at me. Please?" Jungkook pleaded, the pout on his face evident through his voice. You couldn't look at him even if you tried, you knew the effect he had on you. It was the same adorable pout that had made you give him your heart the first time he aimed it at you. It was your kryptonite. The way he would be extremely polite and professional to all your colleagues but turn into a puppy whenever the two of you were alone. It was something that made you want him more, deluded you into thinking that he was only this open in front of you. But clearly, his change in character wasn't as special as you thought.

Ignoring his request, you swiftly stood from your seat on the couch, walking firmly to the main door into the cold rain outside. The freezing raindrops pelted your skin, making goosebumps rise in their wake as your teeth chattered. Although you had forgotten your coat in your haste to remove yourself from the situation, you didn't regret it one bit. You welcomed the chill, letting it cool you to the bone as you walked away from the fancy chalet. You didn't care that you would inevitably have to go inside in a few minutes and that you would also probably get a headache from the way the almost frozen droplets pelted your head.

Before you could walk too long though, you felt a pair of strong arms encircle you, the warmth of a firm chest molding to your back like a comfortable blanket.

"You're going to get sick," Jungkook murmured in your ear, his grip tight around your waist, as you tried not to give into him yet again.

"Stop worrying about me. You have Jisoo." You tried to push him off you, but his strength outmatched you by miles as he clung to your back, the two of you drenched and shivering.

"I don't want Jisoo. I want you." He whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of the rain. His words sent the butterflies in your belly a flutter, but your brain refused to let them win. You shoved him off you, turning around to stare at him.

His hair was in his eyes, the black curls obstructing his eyes, as he shook his head to see you clearer. He was drenched, his white shirt almost invisible, highlighting the contours of his body. He moved closer, rubbing his hands on your arms in an attempt to warm you up, but despite the way he looked at you softly, you shrugged him off once again.

"So what? You're gonna break off your engagement and run away with me?" you questioned, arms folded as your gaze hardened.

"Absolutely." There was no hint of hesitation in his eyes, and his determination broke down your defenses. Before you knew it you were staring at the ground, willing the tears to go away. You were never more thankful to have the rain soaking you through.

"Don't do this to me. I can't take this anymore," you spoke quietly, unsure if he could even hear you.

"Do what? I told you I don't want her. I want you." Jungkook held your arms, bending a little to make the eye contact you were so adamant in avoiding.

"But your mom -" Jungkook scoffed, cutting you off. His hands cupped your face as he tried to pour as much of his feelings through his gaze as he could, his warm chocolate eyes entrancing you like they always did.

"Do you think I care? I did my part, took over the company like a good little boy. I'm not going to let her control me anymore." His gaze hardened as he spoke and it reminded you of your resolve. Even though he was determined right now, you knew Jungkook. Knew that he would always pick his mom over anyone else, knew that he would never want to disappoint her. And above all, you knew that she would never accept you.

"Jungkook, I think it's best if we end this." And although your words spoke differently, you moved closer to him, your hands over his arms as you held on like he would let go.

"No. How can it be best if I can't be with the woman I love?" His forehead met yours as he confessed and your heart felt like it could explode. In the year you had been part of this fling, he had never told you he loved you. Jungkook wasn’t one for words, he would instead buy you extravagant gifts and take you travelling. You had always hoped he felt what you did but you never thought you’d hear those words escape his lips.

"Love?" you asked in a daze, your resolve falling like crumbs to the wayside. Jungkook smiled at your confusion as if it was the most endearing thing in the world. His nose scrunched a little as it grazed yours and he giggled.

"I love you."

You couldn’t stop yourself from crashing your lips to his. How could you, when the man you had been in love with for years finally spoke like he had in your dreams. His kiss warmed you up, making you forget about the rain still pelting from above and the chill in your bones. His arms encircled your waist once again, pulling you close, chest to chest, as yours found home around his neck. Kissing him was so easy, it was like your body was finally at peace in his arms.

"Tell me you love me too. Please?" He pleaded when you finally broke for air and the uncertainty in his voice made you want to do anything in your power to assure him.

"I love you. I love you. I love you." You kissed him with every confession, your heart finally being allowed to pour through your actions.

You didn’t remember how long the two of you stood kissing in the cold January rain, but it was worth the stuffy noses and headaches that plagued you both for a week afterward.

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moonylantsovs · 3 years

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Unlikely Match [ J.M ]

summary: You found yourself stumbling into Bellamy's tent at a really inconvenient moment, experiencing your first heartbreak, never expecting John Murphy to be the one to pick up the pieces.

pairings: john murphy x griffin!reader, slight bellamy blake x griffin!reader

warnings: angst, swearing, mentions of sex

A/N: This is an au for maggie's (@slytherinbarnes) bellamy blake series called 'sub rosa'. It isn't necessary for you to read it before this but I'd recommend you to because it's amazing! Also, this was supposed to be longer but my phone deleted it the first time I wrote it so this is the rewritten version

𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍

You wouldn't call this a usual day at the delinquent camp, but it was close enough. Especially after everything you experienced in the past week. From a kid jumping off a cliff in front of you and making a decision to banish one of your own, to a mechanic flying down to Earth in a pod so you could contact The Ark and to John Murphy stumbling into camp, beaten up and carrying a disease you can't remember the exact details of the situation - that was always your sister's stronger side - but you can remember it spread like wildfire and it created complete chaos in camp.

But that was what the grounders wanted. To start killing your people off one by one from the inside. And John was the key.

You didn't blame him for it of course, he wasn't aware that the grounders made him a walking contagious disease. But he was aware he gave them information about everything he knew about your camp so yeah, you were a little pissed about that.

Not as much as Bellamy was though, if you asked him he'd let John back into the woods without the care if the grounders captured him or not. You and your twin sister - Clarke Griffin - cared though and that was the only reason he was in camp right now and not running around the woods, alone.

You remembered Bellamy's words when you told him John wouldn't be a danger to camp.

"Fine, he can stay. But he doesn't leave this camp or get a gun. He's your responsibility. So if he does anything, it's on you."

Truth is, Bellamy didn't mean what he said. He was just pissed John was staying after everything that happened with Charlotte. He knew it and you knew it too, so you brushed off his words and went back to camp, still choosing to keep a close eye on John during the next few days.

Now, you were making your way to Bellamy's tent. You weren't sure if you were going inside to apologize for how harsh your words towards him were during your fight or if you were coming to him as one leader to another so you could set things right and make the job of leading easier.

Deep down, you knew it was the first option but you didn't want to face your true feelings for him just yet. You wanted to at least wait until the war with the grounders was over before starting anything with him.

You stepped into the tent, calling his name, only to come face to face with a scene you never wanted to see again, it made you feel both nauseous and mad.

Raven stopped putting her shirt on and her eyes widened at the sight of your figure standing at the entrance of the tent. You quickly put your hand over your chest, blocking out Bellamy's wide, guilt-written eyes.

"Sorry--" you stammered "I-- uh some people aren't back from hunting yet, so come find me when you're . . . done."

Ignoring Bellamy calling your name, you turned around and made your way past the delinquents that were still outside their tents and to the camp gate. The two kids that were guarding the gate were Miller and Starling, knew not to question why you - one of their leaders - was going outside camp, especially after seeing you already had a gun on you, and they let you out.

You needed to clear your head, the picture of Bellamy and Raven in the same bed half-naked was tattooed in your brain and you needed to get it out before you explode. You needed Clarke. But Clarke was still out with Finn and Myles, probably lost and you needed to find her but to do that you'd have to be able to look Bellamy in the eyes and you knew you wouldn't be able to do that.

A snap of a twig made you aim your gun - which you still didn't know how to shoot properly - at the bush the noise came from.

"Relax, Princess. I'm not planning on killing you anytime soon."

You recognized the voice belonged to John Murphy and immediately dropped the gun "What the hell, Murphy?"

He cleared his throat awkwardly "I uh-- saw you run out and then I saw Raven coming out of Bellamy's tent so I kinda connected the dots."

"And you were allowed out of camp why?"

"Because Miller saw it too and got worried so he let me out." John admitted, looking at you almost sheepishly.

You nodded in understanding and looked back down. The two of you never really interacted at a time he wasn't an asshole or tried to kill someone. He was the camp's psychopath and you were the invisible Griffin twin that hid in her parent's closet.

"Why wouldn't you kill me?" you asked hesitantly "I'm one of the reasons you got banished."

He nodded, rubbing his chin slightly "Yeah but you're also the reason I'm allowed to stay here. Plus telling Bellamy you'd keep an eye on me isn't a job anyone would take."

"How do you--"

"You're not very subtle." he interrupted with a chuckle "I saw you following me around camp with your eyes too many times for me to count."

Now it was your turn to smile sheepishly "Sorry."

"It's fine." John brushed it off with a shrug before noticing the sadness in your eyes and speaking up again "Bellamy's an idiot, you know that right?"

You scoffed at his words and shook your head only for him to speak up again "Well only an idiot would choose a one night stand over Y/N Griffin."

Both of you were surprised by the sincerity in his words. John felt a sudden feeling of vulnerability shoot through his body and he didn't like it one bit so he quickly plastered on his usual cocky smirk and added "I mean if you ever want to get back at him I'm right here."

You gave him a deadpan look "In your dreams, Murphy."

I mean yeah. He thought bluntly before shaking those thoughts away and grinning "Never said you need to sleep with me, Princess. There'd be a little payback both ways by making the king jealous. Just sayin'."

"Wouldn't you like that? you chuckled teasingly.

Yes he would. Because John Murphy could never get himself to figure out why someone as smart and as beautiful as you could fall for someone like Bellamy Blake. It's not like he's any better, but it just made him dislike the male even more.

"You know he doesn't deserve you, right?" John asked after a bit of surprisingly peaceful silence.

You just shrugged at his words, nor believing a word he said. But not because he had a habit of lying every time he opened his annoyingly smartass mouth. It was because you really couldn't see it. Raven was beautiful, the smartest person in camp, if not on Earth, and everything you didn't think you were.

Why would anyone think any different?

Noticing you didn't believe his words, John sighed and gave you a small smile "Well for your information, I'd pick you over anyone else any day."

"I thought the big bad Murphy didn't need anyone."

He stared at you for a few seconds with something unrecognizable in his eye and you were about to open your mouth to ask if there was something on your face when he beat you to it "Do you even know what my real name actually is?"

You narrowed your eyes in thought before a look of realization passed over your face "Wait 'Murphy' isn't your real name?"

"No. But it's last name and I go by it. My first name is John."

Before you could stop yourself you let out a snort - some would say it was completely unattractive but John thought it was adorable - followed by a chuckle as you repeated his name in disbelief "John?"

Said bot squinted his eyes at your amused, no longer heartbroken face, and asked "What?"

You shook your head with another chuckle "I never would have pegged you for a 'John'."

"And I never would have pegged you for a girl that falls for someone like Bellamy Blake."

He didn't even realize what he said until he did and was about to apologize, maybe begged you not to slap him but you laughed instead and nodded in amused "Touché."

And that's how you spent the rest of the night, sitting on a log right outside of camp and talking. Sharing stories about how each of you grew up and growing closer than you thought you ever would with someone like John Murphy.

But I guess there's a first time for everything.

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shootthemessenger · 3 years

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the delicate art of a criminal mind [a.m-r. ; b.d.h.]

ally mayfair-richards x fem!reader x billie dean howard

summary: two of the FBI’s most wanted, two convicted felons, and a policeman’s daughter make for one hell of a love story

disclaimer: strong language, sexual nature, brief adultery, short-lived angst

I’m so sorry that this sucks, I had a fucking AMAZING version of it that got deleted due to technical difficulties (me, im the technical difficulty) also this is an edited version of a story I wrote YEARS ago so if some of the names/third person editing are/is wrong I’m sorry

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Billie’s eyes traveled slowly down your body, mind drinking in your figure as a delicate smirk probed at her lips. “Have I ever told you how much I adore you, sweetheart?”

You couldn’t help the laugh that tumbled from your throat or the smile on your face. The blonde moved carefully behind you, letting her hands fall against the curves of your hips where they rested gently. She liked to hold you between her two hands.

“Often.” You replied simply which only caused her to let out a breathy chuckle and press a chaste kiss to the base of your neck. Billie locked eyes with you through the mirror in front of you, eyebrow twitching in amusement as she watched you adjust your earrings carefully.

She had bought you them last week, in a small shop in Miami, refusing to show you the price tag even after she bought them. It was often that she showered you in small, expensive gifts. Afterall, she believed she had to pay you back for kidnapping you in the first place.

It wasn’t planned, necessarily. Your mother was a police chief in the small town you lived in who had been hunting after Billie and her team for months. As crazy as it seemed as you stood there so intimately with her, she was a criminal and had been for most of her life.

It started when she was younger, stashing trinkets into her backpack from stores and gifting them to her friends. Then she moved on to bigger things, clothing and electronics from the mall that she would keep just for the thrill of knowing she had them.

Then came the bank heist. She had gathered her team, team being her good friend Misty and Misty’s girlfriend, Cordelia. They forced their way into the bank and forced the money into the bags as swiftly as they could.

By the time they got outside, they was surrounded with bags upon bags of cash tucked in her team’s hands. Completely drowning under the police presence, they had no choice but to shovel into the police car closest to them and pray they were capable of getting away.

What Billie hadn’t accounted for was the fact that you would be sitting in the passenger seat of the car she rushed, waiting for your mother to return and finish, what had started off as, your ride-along for the day.

Nevertheless, she had no time to think before she was barreling down the road and hoping she could figure out what to do with you once she was out of such traffic.

In the beginning the two of you hated each other but the more time you spent together the more you fell for one another.

Eventually, you started dating and had been growing strong since then. Now you were here, the four of you had been on the run together for 3 years and had covered most of the U.S..

You were the current occupant of an old, run-down hotel in LA. Tonight, you were headed to a new club that had just opened up downtown.

Billie called it “hiding in plain sight” but really it was just an excuse to get you into the black dress she had loved so much and grinding up against her into the late hours of the night.

"I love you so much." Billie’s voice was low and raspy, the way she knew you liked. "I love you, darling." You returned.

Weird looks were shot to Billie from her two partners, they had never seen the woman be so affectionate towards someone so openly.

It was easy to say that Billie had never been affectionate to anyone until you came along.

Billie was the leader of the three; easily the brains of the group. She was cunning and persuasive and intelligent; all things you'd think a criminal would have to be to do the things that they would do. She was damn near a loose cannon and not many people risked getting too close.

Cordelia and Misty were the only friends Billie really had and she didn't mind one bit. She worked better alone.

Never get in Billie Dean Howard’s way; everyone knew that by now.

Misty was what most people would call the muscle of the group, though all three of them could easily take down someone on their own. She was tactically trained and she could easily rough someone up.

She always wore a set of thick leather gloves around her slender fingers, which meant that she was ready to start swinging anytime she might have needed to. It kept people from messing with Billie and Cordelia and it got them whatever they needed and wanted.

Cordelia, on the other hand, was more of the beauty of the group. Not that she couldn't rough someone up if it came down to it, but there was something about her that drew people in. She was incredibly beautiful and she had no problem using that to her own advantage. She could get anything with a bat of her deep brown-colored doe eyes and, of course, her habit of biting her lip didn't hurt when added to the mix.

She was irresistible, especially in the type of clothes she was wearing now; a short black dress that hugged every delicate inch of her body. She had the perfect hips to fill in a dress like that. She was the team's biggest distraction.

“Uh...B?” Misty interrupted, her eyes scanning over her phone screen. “Maybe we should just stay here tonight.” She proposed, glancing up at the blonde.

Billie cocked her eyes, hesitantly pulling away from you to sit on the end of the bed. “Why’s that?” She pulled a cigarette between her lips and lit it, watching glancing between her two partners.

"Ally is in town and by the looks of it, she’ll be in the exact same place we will.” She turned a phone around to display a text sent from her from one of her former accomplices, it read “look who i just ran into” with a photo of the woman attached.

“We need to take her out.” Cordelia piped up, moving to sit on the dresser across from the bed. “Tonight.”

Ally Mayfair-Richards was another criminal, just as the three girls were. She was the only woman or man who had ever dared to step up towards Billie’s authority. When it became two much, the three girls parted ways with Ally and decided to stick together without her.

Since then, they had all been rivals and avoided each other at all costs in fear one party would cause harm to the other or worse; they’d all get caught together.

Billie knew that all she needed was to get the cops and Ally in the same place and let the law do it's job to rid her of her rival. It wasn't like they wouldn't know her from her face, they'd been chasing her for almost seven years now, but it wasn't like they didn't know Billie’s face either.

“How are we supposed to take her out and go unnoticed? That’s fucking impossible without getting our own asses caught.” Billie huffed as Misty began to pace in thought.

It was silent for a moment until Cordelia’s face lit up, a look that had caused Billie trouble since the very beginning. It was never good when Cordelia gave that look. “Y/N!” She suddenly blurted out, face curling into a cunning smirk.

All three of you made a weird face at her, “What about her?” Billie questioned cautiously. “We can use her.” Cordelia answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, “shes smoking hot and everyone knows Ally is a sucker for an attractive woman.”

Billie’s eyes widened as she rose to her feet before narrowing at the woman across from her, “Don’t even fucking think about it.” She hissed, hand already balling at her side.

She moved in front of you, blocking you from Cordelia’s view, “Get that thought out of your thick skull because it’s not happening.”

Misty sighed, “Come on B, all she’s gotta do is a little bit of grinding and a lot of distracting and we can handle the rest.” Everything was quiet as Billie glanced between Cordelia and Misty, “No.” She mumbled harshly.

Misty huffed, “It’s our only option, B. Ally doesn’t know what Y/N looks like and by now, she’s grown so much she could easily hide from the cops. It’s perfect!”

“It’s Ally to prison or us, you choose Billie.” Cordelia added, causing Billie to huff and glance at you.

“I don’t mind.” You finally spoke, playing with Billie’s fingers gently. “I’ve always wanted to help.” You pouted, knowing Billie had a weak spot for your eyes.

After a moment of silence she sighed and stepped towards the two women across the room, “Anything happens to her and I’ll send you both to prison myself, whether I have to join you or not.” Cordelia and Misty both grinned as they murmured their enthusiasm and disappeared down the hall to their own room.

Billie turned to you as soon as the door clicked closed, pinning you against the mirror you had been getting ready in. You offered a sheepish smile to which she shook her head, “ That’s not going to work this time. Anything goes wrong and I swear you’ll never get to help us again, do you understand me?”

Her eyes watched you, fueled with fire. You gulped and nodded as she pressed her lips to yours firmly, gripping your hips with a new kind of power she had not had a few minutes ago.

By exactly eight-thirty, the four of you rolled up to the club. Lights and loud music from inside were already screaming at you and you could feel the music vibrating against the concrete. Billie was starting to get nervous, all thought she’d never openly admit it.

Cordelia turned from her place in the drivers seat and glanced at you in the back, “Alright chica, all you’ve got to do is dance. There’s a cop down the street and we’ll get him on Ally’s trail. We’ll all be keeping an eye on you. You’ve just got to keep her attention long enough. Just be sexy, that’s all you have to do.” Billie huffed in protest at the last part, her grip on your leg becoming tighter.

Once Misty and Cordelia had scurried out of the car, Billie turned to you and pressed her lips against your ear, “I’ll be watching you, little one.” She watched the shiver rack your spine before jumping out of the car and disappearing into the club.

You let out a heavy breath before getting out and making your way inside. Immediately, you were met with the sexual tension suffocating the room as bodies moved against one another.

You located Billie across the room, settled at the end of the bar and the other two women situated in a booth across the room.

You locked eyes with Billie and winked descretely before settling into an open seat and ordering the strongest drink you could find; you were going to need it.

No more than ten minutes past before you could feel someone standing behind you, a hand brushed against your hip as they sat down and you jumped slightly.

“Didn’t mean to scare you.” The woman mumbled softly as she settled into the seat next to you with her arm rested on the bar. “Let me get you another drink.” She offered.

Her voice was quiet and thick as she leaned into you, a strand of her hair brushing against your shoulder.

Looking up, you locked eyes with her and caught a blush that began to spread across your face. You nodded softly, regaining composure as you stuttered something along the lines of “sure” and allowed her to lean into you as she laughed, “No need to be nervous, beautiful.”

“I saw you from across the room, no woman as beautiful as yourself should sit alone.” Mentally, you rolled your eyes at her cheesy confidence, watching closely as she licked her lips before ordering two drinks.

You were so caught up in staring at her that you couldn’t even catch what she was talking about. That was, until her fingers snapped in front of your face and you had to force yourself into reality, “Huh, what?”

She shook her head and laughed, “I asked you your name.” She repeated, leaning in so that you could hear her better. “Y/N. Yours?” You answered softly, taking a sip of your drink.

She licked her lips once again, “Ally.” Your eyes widened before you quickly corrected your face. She propped her elbow on the counter as you glanced at the clock nervously. Now that you knew it was her you were talking to, you were growing nervous.

“Would you like to dance?” You questioned, shaking of the nervousness that probed at your stomach. She simply smiled and pushed herself onto her feet, allowing you to stand. She followed you out onto the dance floor, waiting until you were situated before letting her hands find the dip in your waist and pulling you to her closely.

As you started to roll your hips into her, she leaned in until her mouth was lingering against your ear, “You really are a sight for sore eyes. You were having trouble concentrating as her lips began to trail down your neck.

“T-thanks.” You let your eyes flutter closed, almost finding yourself enjoying the feeling of her lips on your skin until the thought of Billie popped into your head and your eyes snapped open again.

Ally was surely leaving a hickey on your neck, and the eerie feeling of someone watching you was bubbling in your chest though you couldn’t figure out which direction it was coming from.

One again, you let the feeling of Ally pressed against you and the base rattling your tipsy brain take oven. “You’re enjoying this just as much as I am.” Ally mumbled from behind you, fingers digging into your skin.

You couldn’t deny it. You had Billie, you would never be able to deny the love you had for her. But in that moment you craved Ally.

And you couldn’t stop it. It was eating you up inside but you let the alcohol pumping in your veins control you and simply nodded and turned to face her.

You couldn’t help but notice she smelled like honey. As you took a deep breath, a fire ignited somewhere within you. It was very different from the strawberries and cream smell you were used to with Billie.

Your little bubble with Ally was burst as the door to the club swung open and a cope stepped in, his eyes glancing around the room as if he was already looking for someone.

You felt Ally tense beside you, before your eyes met and her face spread into a mischievous grin. “You’re coming with me.” And with that she was tugging you out the back door.

Billie felt a heaviness in her chest, one that made it heard to breathe and made her heart feel as if it was beating so hard in on her chest that it was rattling her bones.

Her eyes had turned a violent black color as her fingernails dig into her palms so persistently that she created crescent shapes in her skin.

She could have killed someone right in that moment.

She was only brought out of her state by someone clearing their throat from beside her and turned to meet her partners, who both look d so nervous they could faint.

“We lost her.” Misty squeaked out, they had all taken their eyes off the dancing girls for a split second and by the time their narrowed their attention, they were gone.

Billie’s eyes visibly darkened and Cordelia gulped nervously as Billie backed the two of them into a wall, “Find her. Or so help me God, you’re dead.”

Back outside, you and Ally slowed down next to a car you assumed to be hers. You could see the outline of two bodyguards through the tented windows.

Ally smirked, pressing you against the passenger door as her lips ghosted against yours; neither of you leaning in enough to fill the small gap.

“I-uh-“ you mumbled underneath the taller woman, who let her eyes open again and pushed back slightly. “Come with me.” She stated quickly, taking your hand into hers, “we can travel all around the world and stay in fancy hotels; honeymoon suits for just the two of us everywhere we go. I can spoil you and make you mine. I can care for you. I want to.” She was rambling.

She took your silence as a cue to continue on, “I know you just met me and there are so many things you don’t know about me. There are so many things you deserve to know about me. I want to learn about you and let you learn about me.” She talked so quickly that she was having trouble catching her breath.

You took your bottom lip between your teeth, “Ally, I can’t.”

You were thinking about Billie.You were thinking about all of the memories you shared. All the moments you shared. The moments filled with hatred, the moments fueled by love, the times you went wild in towns you’d never traveled to before and probably never would again, the words you’d exchanged, the intimate moment where the whole world melted and it was jus the two of you. There were the times you made love, when Billie really took her time worshiping you and your body. Then there were the more rough times, usually fueled by anger or Billie’s raging jealousy. Just an hour ago you couldn't have fathomed the thought of doing any of those things with anyone else. But here you were, possibly going to run away with a woman you’d not even known for a full half hour.

“I have someone and I love her, I really do. She’s given me everything I’ve ever wanted and I can’t possibly betray her. She’s my soulmate.”

"You can't. Not if it's not me. I want you...I crave you...I need you." Ally’s voice was weak and she looked like she was ready to cry. Her chest heaved as she spoke, her voice wavering. "Please."

Your eyes locked with her, lip quivering as you a pressure in your chest.

A voice broke the two of you from your staring contest, "What the hell is going on here?" You could see Ally’s jaw lock as she turned towards the woman. "What do you want, Howard?" Ally moved between you and Billie, squaring her shoulders.

"I want what you took from me." Billie furrowed her eyebrows, training her eyes on you. You started to panic; on one hand you wanted to leave with Ally. Because you were attracted to her the moment you started talking. You couldn’t explain it, like you had known her forever and you were only catching up. It was like those cliché movies with the high-school sweethearts that loose touch and then reconnect. But on the other hand, you had been with Billie for so long and you loved her with your whole heart. You loved Billie so much it scared you. Billie was the type of first love that never went away. So you just stood there, looking between the two in agony.

"I haven't taken shit from you." Ally huffed, her eyes shooting daggers at the three girls in front of her. Misty and Cordelia stood tall at Billie’s sides, their eyes fixated on Ally.

Ally’s eyes flickered to you then back at Ally and you could see Ally tense even more. As Ally turned around, you could see the tears starting to pool in her eyes. "She's your..." Ally let out a deep sigh as you nodded.

Ally was sure you could hear her heart breaking in her chest. "Darling, come here." Billie said gently, motioning you to come to her. You hesitated for a second before slowly making her way over to her. You could just barely feel Ally’s hand brush against her wrist.

Billie quickly pulled you into her arms with a tight squeeze, "Thank God, you’re okay.” She breathed into your hair. You nuzzled your face in Billie’s neck and let the tears fall.

You had chosen Billie, you had chosen your home. You knew that, even if you had left with Ally, Billie would always be on your mind. You were in love.

The sound of Ally’s car pulling away caused both of you to let out a breath. Billie pressed your lips together before the sound of rapid footsteps and policemen shouting broke your moment. Billie pulled away, her face breaking into a wicked grin. "Run."

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Payback is as cold as Steel 2

Mini nsfw stories where you take your revenge on the boys (Hawks, Dabi, Overhaul and Shigaraki), for this.

WARNING! Nsfw, smut, a bunch of kinks like choking, bondage, mentions of being drugged.

Everyone is aged up and are adults.

Hawks/ Takami Keigo

He had walked past the bedroom, catching a glance of you on the ladder fixing something to the ceiling, looking very serious. He had smirked and leaned on the door frame admiring how the delicate you could turn into a crafty handy woman when need be "I love it when you get down and dirty all by yourself, you know? So fucking sexy." He had chirpped catching your attention and missing the fleeting predatory aura around you. You had smiled at him, oh so sweetly.

"Well even I might need a hand sometimes, care to lend me one?"

He pushed himself off the door frame and walked over to you, only now realising the peculiarity of your 'handy work', the brand new hook, screwed deep in the ceiling just a few steps away from the bed. His smirk turned into a gleeful grin "oh shit, is that what I think it is?"

You rolled your eyes with a playful smile of your own reaching a hand over to him from your place over the ladder "belt, please." He didn't waste a second complying "getting right down to it, huh?" You took the belt, which he had made a show of pulling off, and hooked it on before looking at him "now, hands up." He had looked doubtful, hesitating and arching an eyebrow. "If this thing is going to stand my weight or not, I sure as hell won't be the first test subject for it. If it endures yours it will stand mine right?" He was convinced as he raised his hands and grabbed the loop you've created. "No, Kei. Like this." You bound his wrists together tightly and pulled on ths other end of the belt, making his arms stretch over his head with a light yelp as you hopped off the ladder with a cat like grace.

In retrospect he should've given it more thought before falling into your obvious trap.

"Babe, come on-Ngh!" He hissed through his teeth and leaned his damp forehead on the side of his outstretched arm in desperation, feathers fluttering violently as you sunk your teeth in his chest exposed by the unbuttoned shirt, making a little red ring around the perked bud. "What did you think I set that hook up there for, Kei? What a dirty little bird." You hummed, kissing him when he whined and leaned down, palming his erection through his unzipped pants. Pulling back you stepped behind him, him making an effort to keep you in his line of sight, but failed. You raked your nails over his back, in between his wings and he gasped, jerking forward, but was pulled back by the hook. "How hard did you screw that shitty thing!" He complained, trying to distract you.

And for a second he thought he did, when you wrapped your arms around him from behind.

"Hard enough." You hummed burying your face in between his soft wings and nuzzling the skin of his back. He paled ever so slightly "No! ...no, (y/n), listen! We can talk abou- AH!" He mewled as you sunk your teeth into his tender skin.

Dabi

Dabi was still in shock. The nerve of you to bind his hands behind his back. In his sleep. In his own fucking bed.

"You surely have thought this through, right? Cause unless you're planning to kill me afterwards, there will be severe consequences, doll."

You rolled your eyes as you ripped off his shirt, Dabi's eyes glued on yours "never miss the chance to enjoy the view either, I see." You smirked, turning around and teasingly stripping off your own pants, adding a few too many sways of your hips, his eyes raking over your curves.

When you were done you crawled back over him slowly, pausing and mouthing at his clothed cock while smirking at his annoyed face as he tried wriggling out of his metal binds, trying to get on your nerves by shit talking "you want my cock, huh? Can't go even a day without having it in your dirty little mouth?"

You only hummed on his length making a shaky sigh leave his lips. When he was hard and twitching impatiently, you continued trailing wet open mouthed kisses on his abdomen and chest, along his neck, over his jaw, behind his ear.

By the time you were done with your kisses, he was panting and groaning lightly under you, lips parted and eyes glazed over with need. He knew exactly what was going to happen after this little demonstration. "Fuck... hah... just let me taste you already."

Putting each of your knees on the bed on either side of his head and staring down at him as he tilted his head willingly to accommodate the space between your legs, the sweet scent of your own arousal making him growl impatiently when your fingers fisted in his hair and tugged his head back roughly, groaning in his deep voice as his eyes moved back on yours. "Remember Dabs, this is a punishment." He snarled "bitch!" But your fingers tightening in his hair almost painfully as you started to get off of his face made him nod his head "okay okay, sorry princess. Shit, I'll do as you want..." he huffed annoyed at having to verbally submit to you like this, but his annoyance was soon forgotten when you lightly pulled his head forward, finally sitting on his face. His tongue darting out, lapping at your heat and humming in delight.

"Good boy."

Overhaul

He woke up feeling hot and light headed. In fact his head was spinning when he opened his eyes to the dimly lit room. He went to rub his temple and soothe the throbbing in his head but he found out he couldn't move his hands. Or legs.

He looked over and sure enough he was tied to the bed posts, limbs spreading to each corner.

It was his own bed though so that could be a good sign. Ignoring the fact he was stark naked. Which usually didn't come off as a good sign.

You were seated next to him on the bed, in some flimsy silk gown smiling down at him like he was your prey. Reaching over and dragging your fingers lightly down towards his cock before giving him a light squeeze.

The surge of pleasure that ran through him was unusual, his mouth falling open to a breathy sigh.

"I drugged you."

He knew, his eyes immediately tunring to you. "you could pay for this with your life." He growled trying and succeeding to sound terrifying. But you called his bluff "no, I won't, you like me too much for that." He blinked, narrowing his eyes at you as he fell silent again, defeated.

You leaned over him, kissing him roughly before moving your lips down his neck, licking his skin. Now his usual self hated it, he would never let you do this in any normal state. But right now he would take any kind of physical contact with you. He squirmed under your touch, gasping and groaning, yet you never seemed to touch where he wanted you most. Which was everywhere.

"(Y/n)..."

he pleaded and much to his surprise, your lips moved down on him, mouth hovering only inches away from his cock as you looked up straight in his eyes with an evil smirk.

"How does it feel to be on the receiving end of this Kai."

Shigaraki Tomura

He was seething with rage. Not only had he lost but he had also agreed to 'grow a pair Shiggy' and go through with the punishment. He yanked his hand to relieve his nerves by scratching at his neck. But the rope around his torso didn't budge.

"Now, now, Tomu. Behave yourself." You said smoothing out his hair. He growled in reply and tried moving his hips. But still the rope binding his ankles to the chair didn't budge. You were sitting on his lap. So close. Yet he couldn't touch you.

"It's just another hour if you manage to behave yourself." You chuckled, throwing your leg over his so you were straddling him now, dropping your arms lightly on his shoulders, stroking the back of his neck as you watched his narrowed annoyed crimson eyes. "There is no if. Either way you only have one hour." He spat trying to lean in and capture your lips. Your hand moved and your fingers lightly wrapped around his throat, stopping him. A shy soft gasp escaped him and his eyes widened when you actually started to squeeze his airways hard enough to restrict the airflow. You raised your free hand to trace your fingers lightly over his face, stroked over his chapped lips and smiled at his shocked expression. A strangled moan left his lips when you squeezed your fingers tighter around his throat while grinding yourself down on his crotch roughly, moving closer to kiss him on the corner of his mouth and whisper by his ear "are you in a position to give orders to me, love?"

Oh you loved the way he shuddered underneath your touch.

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Please have this messy, badly written scenario as a humble gift to you, because I wanted to do something since I reached 200 followers!

Bits of Truth

They stood in front of the Carstairs' townhouse in Cornwall Gardens. Christopher seemed mildly confused about what they were doing there as if he had not been paying attention. James shared one last glance with Thomas before he knocked on the door.

A few bits of silence flew by, in which they had held their breaths. Then footsteps tapped on the floor, and the door cracked open.

A wave of relief passed through James that not Sona nor Risa or any other maid came to open the door. Then he thought what a peculiar thought it was for him to be relieved by. Alastair looked at them, frozen in place, blinking a few times as if he didn't believe they were truly there. He rejoined his composure hastily. He didn't let them in - he stood in the front door and his eyes searched theirs for an explanation. It was like a weird staring contest. Eventually, Alastair spoke first. "Cordelia is not here. You know it fairly well."

He moved to close the door. "We haven't come for Cordelia," he said quickly, which received another incredulous glance from Alastair. "Well, we have. But not because we thought she'd show up here. We came to talk to you."

Alastair narrowed his eyes, expressionless, and considered James. Then he glanced at Christopher and Thomas, noting their desperate eyes. "About my sister?"

"We won't take long," promised James, despite he wasn't sure it's true. Alastair studied him, and James felt himself going rigid. He leveled Alastair with his indecipherable gaze.

Then Alastair had stepped back from the door and ushered them in. "My mother is in her bedroom, resting, and Risa went shopping for supper. So, you have to be quiet. Make it quick.'

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Alastair took their coats and tilted his head towered the parlor. A kettle whiselted in the kitchen. As he gestured them inside he turned the other way. A fire burned in the chimney, and a book rested peacefully on the armchair. When James examined closer he discovered it was written in Persian. Thomas mumbled something about Persian poetry.

Alastair came inside with a tray and James thought he was, for a change, being hospitable, but he ignored them and disappeared up the stairs. When he got back, empty-handed, James assumed the tea was for his mother. Alastair placed the book on the table as he sat down in front of them. Thomas and Christopher set on a love sofa and James set stoned on another armchair. He didn't waste time being the kind host, James presumed. "What it is about my sister?"

The golden-eyed boy decided the best tactic was started from what he knew. That wasn't much, but it was the most important thing, and he was certain about it, at the very least. "I love your sister."

Alastair raised his eyebrows, amused. "Yes, that's something that tends to happen between married couples, I've been told."

James shook his head. "This marriage, of Cordelia and I," just saying her name on his lips made a treacherous skip of his heartbeat, full of hurt and love. "It was a sham marriage."

Alastair pools of dark marble were fixed on James when he explained, rather awkwardly, the events that led to their marriage. And then events that led to Cordelia leaving the country. He prospected Alastair would be outraged, throw spears at them, maybe even recite some very angry poetry phrases in Persian. Instead, Alastair was very still for very long. When he did speak, the words weren't the James expected them to be. "I knew the marriage wasn't out of love," Alastair said calmly. "But I didn't expect you to tell all that rubbish."

James blinked. "It's the truth."

"Oh, I know," Alastair returned with a dismissive wave of his hand. "I doubt you would come up with such a ludicrous idea on your own, even if just to spite me. and I also know Cordelia wouldn't have slept with you unwedded, no matter how much she loved you."

All the thieves caught their breath when Alastair leaned forward, his month curving in an odd angle. "I also know being married to you was a wish she never thought would come true, and that you cared for her. You claimed her as yours and you defended her. It was good for Cordelia, and so I said nothing."

James snorted, although he hadn't found the conversation funny. Not the least. "I thought I loved Grace at that time. I felt bad when the thought of living with Cordelia was more appealing than I expected." The thought of Grace made his features harden. "And because of Grace, for years I've been blind. Manipulated. I lost my wife and Parabatai. She played with me like a doll; messed with my feelings, messed with my life. This is unforgivable."

He did not notice Christopher who tensed up and fixed his spectacles on his nose. "She did some bad things," he said, surprising them all. "But I don't think she's evil."

James furrowed his brow. "She's like a siren: beautiful and compelling, but going after her will only end in you being drowned."

"I see," Alastair said, turning back to James. "But why? Why did she do it?"

"Does it matter?" James asked. "She hurt so many people. She doesn't even deserve to apologize. It won't matter anyhow - the damage is done. After all she has done...sorry will never be enough. Nothing will."

"It matters," Alastair said. "Because you don't know her side of the tale. You don't know what she thinks. What she feels. You don't know if she had to do what she did."

He was tempted to say Grace has no feelings at all. "I believe I'm allowed to be angry."

"I do agree that what she had done to you is far above a jest or a play with hearts," there was a strange flame burning in the deep ponds of Alastair's dark eyes. "And you have no obligation to forgive her. But why not hear what she has to say? You are the one with the power. You know the truth. She can not affect you any longer."

James shook his head. "You don't know Grace," he said coldly, gravely. "She will try to use me. She will try and make me do as she wishes. I will not be a pawn in her game again. She controlled my life long enough."

Alastair glanced away, pondering over something. Thomas turned his head nervously between James and Alastair. For the first time since the beginning of their conversation, Thomas inquired, "Why do you insist James will hear her out?"

"You have no idea of her motives," Alastair retorted. "What she's done - she must know it's wrong. And she will have to live with this knowledge for the rest of her days. You are allowed to be angry, James, and rightfully so. But don't let it blind you. That you have been kept from certain kinds of evil doesn't mean everyone else had. You have no clue what led her to those decisions." Alastair looked distanced. James managed to guess he's not been talking only about Grace. "You should talk to her. You may not forgive her, but you deserve to understand, to know why to hear the plain truth. And you should let her mourn what she could have had and lost."

James wasn't sure he fully comprehended. "I wouldn't have loved her. Even without the bracelet issue - my heart belongs to Cordelia."

"What do you mean?" Christopher asked. "That not everyone had been kept from evil."

Alastair shrugged. "I met Tatiana Blackthorn only once. She's a madwoman. She doesn't seem like the kind of caring, kind mother to pet her daughter's shoulder. Besides, Grace seemed to be controlled by Tatiana, rather than working alone or alongside her."

"She took the love of my life away from me," James growled. "Nothing can atone for that."

"The love of your life is my sister," he reminded James. "I can hardly find the idea of her being heartbroken a good thing. And the one who caused this pain is not much liked, as well. But you shouldn't think that just because you would've done it otherwise, it was an option for her. You can't know what are the options in front of people. You can't know how they feel unless you talk to them. So talk to Grace, James. Then seek out my sister. If you love her like you claim you do, will you give up on her so easily?"

"No," James stood up, "I will not."

Alastair nodded. "why did you come and tell me about your little schemes? Why now?"

Now, after so much time of lying, why tell the truth? Why not keep it in its cage of delicately made lies?

James cut his gaze to the book on the table. Thomas answered instead in a quiet voice. "She is your sister. You must have been worried about her. We wanted to tell you because - because you deserve to know the truth and understand why things happened the way they did."

What Thomas did not say was what none of them wanted to admit. Cordelia ran away to Paris with Matthew. Even if she'll be back in only two weeks - they all were worried sick. James couldn't blame her, he was awful and blind. All of this was a mess. If she needed time to calm down in Paris, he couldn't deny it of her, even if he had a say in this choice.

Alastair studied Thomas, and James felt the half-Persian hadn't quite believed them. It was true - they needed his help in the future. But it was a start. "Anything else? A ghost friend? Another evil aunt?"

"No," Christopher affirmed.

"Good," Alastair said. James might have imagined it but he thought he saw Alastair sneak a glance at Thomas before standing up. "Now get out of my house. Risa will be here any minute."

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"Weird Secret Friends" *Chapter 13*

Did I inadvertently make Sonny a supervillain? Maybe.

Chapter 12

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Meanwhile

At the hospital Sonny walked into your room where you were talking with the doctor. The doctor acknowledged Sonny when he came in.

“As I was telling Miss Y/L/N, she unfortunately is going to need a liver transplant,” He looked at both of you grimly. “And unfortunately because of her years of alcohol abuse and history with addiction, she won't be that high on the transplant list. I'm uncertain if she'll even get one,”

“Oh god…” Sonny whispered, looking at you. You had tears in your eyes, still in shock over what the doctor was actually saying. Your brain couldn't really process it; and even if it could, you weren't really sure that you cared if you lived or died at this point seeing as you lost the one good thing in your life.

“Is there any way that I could donate part of my liver?” Sonny asked.

“Well that's what I was going to talk to you about Mr. Carisi,” the doctor said. “If you have any friends or family members that you think would be a good match and would like to get tested to donate their liver; I would suggest doing so as soon as possible. Usually immediate family members are the best match,”

“Yeah of course,” Sonny nodded. But in his mind he was thinking he didn't know if he could convince any of his and your family members to donate part of their liver. Changing their lives completely for a girl that had been nothing but trouble since she came to live with them. He could at least get tested though.

He walked over to you as the doctor walked out and held your hand. “How are you doing sunshine?” He asked.

“I.. I think I need a minute to process all of this, Sonny. Can you please...leave me alone?” you said softly, trying not to cry.

“Yeah sure, whatever you want,” He nodded softly and walked out of the room.

He instantly felt the guilt in remembering what he had told Rafael yesterday. He did promise him that if something went wrong with you he would call him but he also didn't want him to get any closer. But his guilt overruled his worry, so he texted him:

“Y/N is going to need a liver transplant, if you want to get tested,”.

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Rafael immediately showed up at the hospital where Sonny met him in the waiting room.

“Where is she?” Rafael was practically huffing and puffing, he ran so fast when he got Sonny’s text.

“Hey, slow your roll there counselor,” Sonny put a hand up. “I just asked you to come down here and get tested to see if you wanted to donate to her,”

“For what? To prove how much I care about her to you? Is that some kind of test?” Rafael clenched his fists.

“Maybe.. I don't know... I was just desperate Rafael, okay? And I promised you I would,” Sonny yelled.

“Okay well I want to see her first," Rafael demanded.

“No way,” Sonny protested. “First you get tested. And then if you’re a match, I'll let you see her,”

“What?” Rafael blinked. “You’re insane--”

“So you're just gonna refuse to potentially save my cousin’s life, just because I won't let her see you. Is that really loving her at all?” Sonny pointed out

“...All right, show me where to go,” he sighed, defeated. Rafael hated that he was right, but he was. After a few minutes Rafael was done getting his blood work and he returned to the waiting room where Sonny was.

“Have you gotten tested yet?” Rafael asked.

“Obviously, I was the first one to do it, Barba.” Sonny replied in an obvious tone.

“And…?”

“...And I'm not a match,'' he sighed.

“And the rest of your family?” Rafael asked.

“....Most of them haven't gotten back to me yet,” Sonny admitted in a small voice.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Rafael asked, astonished.

“Well I mean...I told you my family's history with Y/N,” Sonny rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

“But she's dying!” Rafael practically screamed. “You're telling me not one person in your family has a fucking heart to at least try and help their niece/cousin out when they're dying?!”

“Look you have no room to judge my family, okay Barba?!” Sonny argued back. “You don’t know what we’ve all been through--”

“What YOU’VE been through?!” Rafael was now full out screaming, he was livid. “God the whole Carisi clan is a bunch of martyrs, aren’t they? Everything happens to them, they never do anything wrong,”

“Hey FUCK OFF, Barba,” Sonny shoved Rafael, getting heated himself. If there was one thing you didn’t do, it was to insult his family.

“Whatever,” Rafael calmed himself, looking around at the shocked spectators. “How long does it take to find out if you're a match or not?

“Actually just like a few minutes they run it through a computer and see if your blood type matches up with hers.” Sonny answered softly, hoping the onlookers would go back to their business. As if on cue the doctor returns to the waiting room with a piece of paper.

“Well Mr. Barba, it looks like you're a perfect match to Y/N’s blood type,” He smiled as he handed Rafael the piece of paper.

“As if there was any doubt,” Rafael smiled as he read the results. He knew you were a perfect match from the moment you met, now he had physical proof of it.

“Great…” Sonny muttered.

“Alright, so here’s your proof,” Rafael presented the paper to Sonny. “We are perfectly matched. Now let me see her,”

“...Nah I still think you need to actually do it, Barba,” Sonny denied him again.

“Excuse me?” Rafael was absolutely floored. He couldn’t believe Sonny was making him jump through this many hoops just to see you. He knew he was against you being together, but this was above and beyond.

“Look Barba, we don’t know if Y/N’s body is gonna take to your liver. And she could die on the table. There are so many more moving parts and I don’t want you to start getting your hopes up or getting closer to her and then she dies on you. And-- And I don’t want her to get closer to you if she’s dying because then she’ll just be angry at God.”

“You’re fucking delusional you know that Carisi?” Rafael spat. “This isn’t about sparing my feelings, or even Y/N’s. It’s about you, and what you want to do. And you want to keep us apart-- and I’ll bet money it’s not for all the ‘noble’ reasons you proclaim either,”

“Oh for Christ’s sake Barba,” Sonny laughed. “You cannot possibly think this is just because of some crush I have on you--”

“Oh I absolutely do, Carisi,” He stepped towards him. Sonny was substantially taller than Rafael, but he intimidated Sonny nonetheless with his aggressive stance and personality.

“Well it’s not,” Sonny stepped forward as well, towering over Rafael this time. “And regardless of the reason, you’re still getting anywhere near her until I say so,” He had never stood up to Rafael like this, and Rafael didn’t like it.

“...I’m only doing this for her, know that,” Rafael growled as he went to set up an operation time.

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Meanwhile, Sonny went to tell you the good news. He practically sprinted down the hall and swung your door open with a huge happy smile.

“What in God’s name did they give you, and where can I get one?” You teased him.

“Guess what Sunshine,” He beamed at you. [pun intended]

“What’s that?”

“Turns out I’m a match for you!” He threw his arms around you. “Thank God, I was so scared I was gonna lose you,”

“Oh, really?” You gave him a small smile. “That’s great,”

“Y’know you don’t sound as excited as a person who just found out they’re NOT dying, Sunshine!”

“Oh no,” You nodded while trying to smile wider. “I’m ecstatic,”

“Well good, because I kinda like you and want to keep you around a little longer,” He put you in a soft headlock and noogie’d your hair.

“Ha ha,” You rolled your eyes with a smile. “So, are you gonna go set this whole thing up or what?”

“Oh yeah,” Sonny remembered Rafael was still in the vicinity. “Yeah of course Sunshine, I’ll go tell the doctor now, yeah?” He started to get up off your bed.

“Sonny,” You put a hand on him before he stood up.

“Yeah, Sunshine?”

“Have you..” You picked nervously at your blanket. “Um, have you...talked to Rafael?”

“Ah,” Sonny felt a pang of guilt, knowing at that very moment Rafael was signing his liver away to save your life, and you thought he didn’t think twice about you.

“Actually, no,” He lied. “He’s been wrapped up in this huge court case, he’s basically been out of touch to anyone,”

“Oh,” You answered softly. “Well, maybe when I--”

“Oh did I tell you?” Sonny interjected. “I found this great place up state for after you’re healed a bit more. You’re gonna love it. It’s lush, and the scenery is--”

“I-I’m sorry, what?” You blinked. “After I’m healed?”

“Well, yeah,” Sonny replied. “Y’know, I know what I said before but I think we both know you need to--”

“Go away,” You finished his sentence in a monotone.

“...Yeah,” He nodded.

“But--” You looked up at him. “Y-You want to send me to Upstate New York?”

“Well, Sunshine it’s this very nice--”

“I thought you’d maybe send me to Village Care, or Mountainside, some little 30 day treatment center Sonny,” You began to get upset the more you thought about being sent away so far. “Not fucking upstate New York!!!”

“Hey, it’s one of the best in the country, Y/N,” Sonny became serious. “You’re damn lucky I got you in, and so quickly too!”

“Oh gee, thanks so much Sonny,” You crossed your arms. “Thanks so much for jumping at the chance to get me as far away from you as possible,”

“It’s not away from me, it’s away from--!” Sonny caught himself, but you had already heard it.

“...Away from who?” Your eyes narrowed.

“Away from-- all of this, Sunshine,” He tried to change the subject.

“You’re a fucking liar,” you scowled.

“HEY,” Sonny bellowed. “Don’t use that language with me, young lady,”

“Oh good God,” You rolled your eyes. “It’s Rafael, isn’t it?” You didn’t let up.

Sonny tried to think of anyone else, but he couldn’t. Luckily, he thought of something better.

“Yeah, Sunshine,” He lowered his voice. “You need to get away from him so that you can get over this little-- thing you have for him,”

“Why?” Your eyes narrowed.

“Because he doesn’t love you!” He cried. “Because you freaked him out with your little stunt!”

“I don’t believe you,” Your voice filled with dread.

“You don’t believe me?” Sonny laughed. “Y/N did you know his dad died from drinking? In front of him?” He really wasn’t sure about that, but he’d say what he needed to sell this.

“...He didn’t say that he died,” You said softly.

“Well, he did. And you basically died in his arms, that brought all of it back up. And it fucking traumatized him,”

“No…” You shook your head. That couldn't be true. You could not have caused him that much pain-- god what was wrong with you?!

“You wanna know why he’s been so out of touch?” Sonny continued. “Because he’s been so upset he had to drown himself in work to cope with what you did to him!”

“...I…” Tears welled up in your eyes as the guilt began to eat you alive.

“Look, Sunshine,” He lowered his voice and sat back down on the bed.

“I don’t mean to throw so much tough love at ya, but-- he’s still my good friend, and you hurt him. I know you didn’t mean to, and I know you got hurt too. So, I just think that it’s better for all of us if you just--”

“Get as far away from here as possible,”

“I mean, I wouldn’t say it like that,” Sonny tried to be positive. “Just, you need to go to the best place that will help you heal-- your body and your heart,”

“....Yeah, I guess you’re right,” You nodded, wiping tears from your face.

“Good,” He kissed your forehead and stood up, heading to the door. “Now get some rest, I’ll see if we can get this over and done with by tomorrow, I don’t want you staying in this place more than you have to,”

“Thanks Sonny,” You gave him a genuine smile. “You’re a good cousin,”

"I try," He smiled and blew you a kiss before walking out the door.

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Sonny raced down the hall to the surgeon’s office where Rafael was finishing filling out paperwork.

“So, did you tell her?” Rafael asked.

“Tell her what?”

“Did you tell her I’m saving her life and I’ll see her in a few days?”

“Oh,” Sonny felt sweat on his forehead. “Yeah, totally. She’s excited,”

“So why hasn’t she texted me?”

“Oh her phone died,” Sonny lied. “I actually have to run and get her a charger, you can come with me,”

“Of course I can…” Rafael rolled his eyes sarcastically. “The surgery’s early tomorrow morning, I put off my court dates until the end of next week, that should give us both enough time to heal,”

“Sounds good,” Sonny shot him a thumbs up.

“And you are gonna let me see her after all of these fucking hoops, right Carisi?”

“Yeah, of course Barba,” He laughed nervously. “I’m not a monster,”

“Good boy,” Rafael patted him on the head like his puppy.

Sonny wanted to rip that smug little smile off Rafael’s face, but knowing he was going to have the rug pulled out from under him was enough for him.

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The next morning

The surgery nurse came in around 4 am, way too cheerful for that god awful hour.

“Hello dear!” She smiled brightly as you while you moaned and groaned. “I’ve come to prep you for surgery,”

“...Where’s my cousin?” You asked groggily.

“Uh, I’m not sure…” She shook her head while she injected something into your IV. Then she helped you maneuver with all your wires and contraptions to the wheeled bed which take you to the OR.

“...What the hell did you just give me?” You rubbed your eyes sleepily.

“Oh it’s the pre-anesthesia,” She explained. “The girls and I call it ‘giggle juice’,”

“...Like alcohol?” Your eyes widened.

“No, no dear calm yourself,” The nurse assured you. “It’s some medicine that will make you loopy, you won’t remember a thing I promise you,”

“Mmm..kay…” You blinked several times, feeling the drug take affect. Everything quickly went fuzzy, and you felt nice and warm. You realized that you were being wheeled down the hall now, with heated blankets on top of you. You felt like a cozy little burrito, safe in a tortilla.

You felt yourself being rolled into an OR, many masked people were there to greet you. They all had smile eyes behind their masks, they made you feel as safe as possible. Then, they rolled you next to...Rafael?

“....R-Raff---?” You could barely speak from the meds, but your eyes lit up at the sight of him.

“Hey…” He mumbled dreamily, his green eyes sparkling at you. Clearly he had some ‘giggle juice’ of his own.

“I--I don’t…” You shook your head, trying to grasp what was happening. Wasn’t Sonny supposed to be the one laying next to you? Was this Sonny and you were just seeing Rafael’s face?

“Hey hey hey shh,” Rafael shook his head softly and reached out for your hand. You poked it out through the burrito blanket and took his-- it was real. He was really there. He was giving you his liver, to save your life.

“I love you, Y/N,” He smiled the biggest smile you’d ever seen on a human.

“...Really?” You bit your lip with your own huge smile. You prayed to God this was NOT a drug induced dream. “I love you too,”

“Alright you two lovebirds,” You heard the surgeon chuckle. “There will be time enough for this after you’re sharing a liver,”

Wait. This means Sonny lied to you. Was he lying about everything? Was he lying when he said Rafael wanted a clean break? Was Sonny just trying to keep you two apart?

All of your realizations and questions were quickly silenced by the gas mask going over your face.

“Now count down from ten, dear,” The anesthesiologist instructed you. You wanted to say no, that you had to talk to Rafael before all of this happened. But you glanced over to see he was already out, and soon you were too.

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The next thing you knew you were waking up in a recovery room with a huge window. The sun was streaming in and welcoming you back to the world. You looked down to see a huge incision sewn up by several stitches with clear gauze and tape holding it together. It didn’t hurt yet, but you figured you were still on a lot of pain meds. You wondered how Sonny was doing, if the surgery went well for him too. Soon a nurse came into check on you.

“Well dear, how are we feeling?”

“Ah good,” You smiled weakly. “I guess as good as I can anyway,”

“Oh of course,” She nodded sweetly as she changed your bandages and replaced your fluids.

“Do you know how my cousin’s doing?” You asked her, causing her to furrow her eyebrows.

“Your cousin?” She repeated. “Well dear, I’m sure he’s fine. He hasn’t gotten here yet, probably the morning rush hour traffic,”

“...What?” Now you were the one to furrow your eyebrows. “What do you mean he’s not here? Didn’t he--”

“Oh, look at that,” The nurse quickly finished switching the IV’s and looked at her tablet. “I’m late for my rounds. You rest up sweetie and I’ll come back tonight to get you ready to leave,”

“Rest up?” You repeated softly to yourself as she walked out of the room. “Leave?”

What did any of that mean? And why wasn’t Sonny already at the hospital? Didn’t he have surgery as well? They would have had to already have done it, right? Otherwise whose liver was inside you right now?! You had so many more questions, but apparently Nurse Ratchet gave you some morphine to knock you out until later that evening.

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Rafael woke up groggily in his hospital room, already in pain. He looked down to see an incision covered in gauze and tape. He looked next to him to see Sonny smiling sadly at him.

“...Oh god,” Rafael began to panic. “What happened?”

“What? Nothing, you’re great. Y/N is great,”

“Good,” He took a sigh of relief. “So when can I see her?”

“Yeah, here’s the thing Barba…”

“Oh no,” Rafael shook his head violently. “No no no no NO, Carisi. You said--”

“I know what I said, Barba,” He nodded. “But see the thing is, the place that I got Y/N too, it’s not only a rehab but it’s a hospital too. And they fill up super fast. So y’know I had to jump at the opening,”

“....What does that even mean, Carisi?” Rafael's eyes narrowed.

“....It means they already took her up there, so she could recover from the surgery and go right into rehab,” He lied. Well, it wasn't a complete lie. You were going to leave in a few hours, after he came and got you of course.

“You son of a bitch!!” Rafael tried to lunge at him from the bed, but his incision began to pull and shot pain through his entire body. He spasmed and fell back into the bed.

“Who whoa whoa there Barba,” Sonny tried easing him down as if he was a bull or a horse. “You’re gonna pop those stitches,”

“You knew you were going to send her away before I could say goodbye, didn’t you?” He glared at Sonny. “You knew this whole time you were never going to let me see her again. I gave her part of my liver!”

“And you saved her life, and I thank you for that Barba. I really do. And that should make you happy, right? The love of your life is going to live a long, happy life because of you,”

“Without me,” He added angrily.

“Well hey now,” Sonny clicked his tongue. “Never say never. Y’know when she’s completely over all of this, and you, maybe someday she’ll make her way back to the city and you guys can have your little weird friendship again, yeah?”

“Why are you doing this to her? To us?” His voice was more sad now, pitiful.

“I’m doing this for her, Barba. Please try and understand that,” Sonny shook his head as he walked towards the door.

“You’ll never get away with this, Carisi! I’ll find her,”

“Damn Barba I’m not a supervillain, cool your jets,”

“Could’ve fooled me,”

“HEY,” Sonny warned. “What I’m doing is for the greater good,”

“Said every supervillain ever,”

"Hurtful, Barba," Sonny put a hand to his chest. "Feel better, yeah?"

Rafael flipped him the bird as he walked out of the room, the door shutting behind him. He searched frantically around his bed for his phone, he had to google Hospital Rehabs, he had to find you.

He would find you, he wouldn't stop until he did.

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Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Ravenclaw!reader

Warnings: Slight swearing, bullying

Word count: 4,728 (this is the longest one I've ever written)

Request: Hey do you think you could do a Draco imagine? I was thinking with a ravenclaw reader who’s actually shy and clumsy.

A/n: Sorry this came out later than I anticipated, its regents week for me and I was crushed by exams. I hope to have part one of my Draco series out over the weekend. Hope you guys like this ridiculously long one!

“Ms. y/l/n” You heard an all too familiar voice say.

“Yes Professor?” You asked turning around swiftly to face the raven haired teacher.

“What happened with your potion, it was a complete disaster?” The teacher asked.

You flushed, it was no secret you weren't exactly great at positions, you were too clumsy to measure anything out, you managed to cut your finger and you always messes up the order of ingredients.

“I'm so sorry professor i'm just not very good at positions. I have been studying I swear, it just..” Your voice trailed off. “I'm sorry professor.” You mumbled looking down.

“I want you prepared for the test next Wednesday, you should be able to manage that?” He asked eyebrows raised.

“Of course professor.” You mumbled still quite flush from the whole conversation. You turned to leave walking back towards your common room. About thirty seconds later you saw the last person you wanted to. Mckenzie Clarkson. She was a fellow housemate who unfortunately was extremely popular, pretty, nimble footed and of course, smart. She was basically everything you weren't, in your mind.

“God your pathetic.” The brunett girl laughed, her stunning green eyes narrowing. “You have lost, what was it? 30 points for us today.” The girls behind her giggled whispering things to each other. “You shouldnt even be in Ravenclaw. Your far to stupid. You cant even get into the common room without help, you trip over your own feet and you are practically failing all your classes.” She smirked clearly feeling very good about herself, as you willed yourself not to cry. You hated crying, so you just glared up at her anger rushing through you like a wave, but you kept it down, what could you possibly say to her?

“Can you just let me go?” You asked voice weak.

“I don't know can we?” The hallway erupted in laughter.

“Just let me leave.” You said voice a bit stronger now as your anger grew.

“Fine.” She smirked as she moved out of the way. You quickly began to walk through the group of girls, the embarrassment was suffocating.

Just as you were about to break free of the group, a girl stuck he leg out sending you sprawling to the ground. Your hands, full of books that scattered as you attempted to get your arms in front of you, it was a failure and you landed on your elbow directly followed by you face. You groaned in pain as you felt blood begin to seep from your nose.

“Oops.” The girl giggled before they all turned to leave laughing and joking.

You lay there for a few seconds squeezing your eyes shut, begging the tears to retreat. You eventually pushed yourself up so you were sitting. You were surrounded by books and papers, you had blood rushing down your face dripping onto you shirt and you had had enough. You simply pulled yourself to the side of the hallway drawing your knees to you cest and began to cry. You knew this wouldn't stop. You were far too shy to say anything and even if you weren't the girls were right anyway. Why were you in Ravenclaw when it took you a good twenty minutes just to figure out the password to your own common room?

Just then your heard voices. You quickly moved grabbing your books and sprinting out of the hallway before anyone could see you. You sprinted the whole way back to the tower. You were greeted by the raven statue you had grown to hate. You groaned loudly.

The statue spoke, “How is it possible for you to stand behind your father while he is standing behind you?” it asked, making you groan again.

“Can you please just let me in, im covered in blood.” You grumbled knowing that it wouldn’t answer. You tried to think. How can I stand behind something that is behind me? You racked your brain for an awnser but it seemed impossible. You couldnt help it you began to cry again. Frustration, embarrassment and sadness filled you as tears streaked you cheek. Why were you put in Ravenclaw? What could that stupid, good for nothing, hat possibly seen in you that made him shout “Ravenclaw” like a farmer yelling for his next sheep to slaughter.

You then heard footsteps beside you. You turned to see Cho Chang. She was in the year above you and was everything a Ravenclaw should have been, pretty, athletic, and of course wicked smart. You wanted to hate her for being so perfect but you couldn't.

“Hey,” She said softly, “I heard what Mckenzie did. That's messed up.” She attempted to sooth you.

“It doesn't matter.” You attempted to smile but it was more of a tight lipped grimace.

“She’s wrong you know.” Cho smiled.

You gave a half hearted laugh, “What could possibly make me a Ravenclaw?”

“So much y/n,” she said, “You are crazy good at Wizards Chess for one.”

“That’s just a stupid game.” You grumbled.

“No, it takes strategy and I've never seen a single person beat you.” She pointed out.

You blushed not used to getting praised.

“Also i've seen your artwork, its beautiful, absolutely stunning.” She smiled making you blush more.

“Thanks.” you mumbled.

“Look don't let one girl get you down.” She advised before asking the statute for the riddle. It answered and she stood there thinking for a second.

“Oh!” she exclaimed, “Your standing back to back.”

The statue spun open as you hit your forehead onto you stack of books making you stumble, barley catching yourself before you fell. You cursed yourself before ascending the stairs to your room. You had had enough humiliation for today.

Draco rolled his eyes as Zambini told another terrible joke beside him, “What do you call a red head with no brains?’

“I don't know, you with red hair?” Draco mocked.

“Close but no.” the other boy snickered, “A weasley!” He erupted into laughter as they rounded the corner, heading to the common room.

As they continued talking Draco felt something thump against his foot. He looked down to see a leather bound book which he had kicked a few feet in front of him. The platinum blonde raised his eyebrows before bending down to pick it up.

“What the..” Balises voice trailed off.

Draco looked up to see a small puddle of blood at the end of the quoridor.

“Some idiot probably got hurt in potions or something.” Draco scoffed, though he was a bit confused. They continued walking being careful to avoid the blood. Draco's mind was quickly brought back to the book and he opened it to see what it was. What he saw stunned him.

They were sketches. Not crappy sketches that was done by some kid, but damn good sketches. Most of them looked like they were for herbology. There were various plants with notes about them scribbled in messy handwriting in the margins, but every few pages there was something different. On the fifth page there was a drawing of a creature he didn't recognize. It was a black horse-like creature with big leathery looking wings. He wondered what it was. They had now arrived at the common room and Draco went directly to a couch sitting down on the black leather, continuing through the book. On the eleventh page there was a drawing of a broom stick. It was read Nimbus 2000 at the handel. There were various other sketches of random objects littered throughout the pages of plants and each was extremely realistic. His thoughts were interrupted by Daphne and Pansy.

“Did you draw those Malfoy?” Daphne asked plucking the book out of his hand ignoring his protests.

“No, could I have it back?” He asked glaring at the girl.

Before she could respond Perkison interrupted, “Who’s is it Dracy?”

“Don't call me Dracy” the boy groweld, “and I haven't the slightest idea.”

“Oh, how did you get it?” Daphne asked.

“I just found it, now give it back.” He stood up snatching the book up before retreating upstairs.

“Who pissed in his cheerios?” Pansy grumbled plopping onto the couch.

The next day you had herbology first period, you quite liked herbology you were good at it too. You loved how you could just sketch after you finished the drawing of the plants and of course you love your grade in the class. It made you feel less like a loser. Just a little less. When you plopped yourself into a seat next to a Ravenclaw boy named Casey. He was always very nice and often complimented you drawings. You would be lying if you said you didn't like him a little.

After sitting down and greeting the boy you opened your bag to look for your sketchbook. It was nowhere to be found. What the heck? You thought as you searched through your bag with no luck. Then it struck you. You must have left it in the dungous yesterday. You cursed yourself quietly.

“You okay?” Casey asked beside you.

“Yeah I just lost my book,” You smiled at him blushing a bit.

“Oh. I could help you look for it later if you want.” He offered.

“O-oh I wouldn't want to bother you.” you blushed

“It's no bother, I swear i want to help.” He smiled flashing a pearly set of straight teeth.

“Ok, s-sounds good.” You stammered, you felt your face grow impossibly warmer.

The lesson continues and you talked occasionally to Casey, you did your sketch on a piece of lined paper, you would transfer them when you found your notebook. After Herbologioy you and Casey headed down to the dungeons to look for your book. You had never really hung out with him out of class and it was nice. You were fighting a blush the whole time, you weren’t really one who interacted with attractive boys out of class.

Draco began to make his way down to potions, he was still working through the drawings, there were many creatures he had never heard of before. It was odd, how had he never seen so many of these before? He was halfway through the dungeons when he heard giggling. It wasn't Pansy’s shriek, it was a soft quiet sound that made him think of the patter of rain on dewy grass. He turned the corner to see two figures in blue robes. One was a tall boy with dirty blond hair and deep brown eyes. Next to him was a y/h girl with y/h/l y/h/c hair that shone in the candle light. Her eyes were a stunning y/e/c that shared a soft yet sharp gaze with the world. He was taken aback. How had he never seen this girl before? They both looked at Draco expecting him to speak but he didn't, he simply kept walking brushing past the two, tucking the leather bound book back into his robes.

As he walked away, he heard the boy mutter something to the girl, causing her to gasp and laugh,

“Casey!” she scolded him

“Oh come on y/n that was funny.” He teased back and Draco almost gasped in surprise. That was y/n? y/n y/l/n? No way. You were in his potions class and you never even spoke up, you were constantly messing up positions too. How was that girl the same one whose name he had grown deaf to Snape yelling? I didn't seem possible.

“Shot, I have to get to positions.” you told Casey glancing at your watch. He said goodbye as you walked quickly to your worst class. You were actually unusually excited, Luna one of your best friends had offered to help you out because you had the class together and she was quite good at potions. You entered the classroom quickly and found Lun, sitting next to the girl. As you waited for class to start you chatted about the different potions and what might be on the test.

“Wait for the dragons egg you have to turn it to powder first right?” you asked to see your friends gaze elss where.

“Dracos staring at you.” She said simply as if she hadn't just said an impossible sentence.

“What?” you asked turning around to meet a pair of silver eyes already on you. They quickly dodged away making you blush tremendously. “I saw him in the hallway eairler, and Casey made a stupid joke about him, hes probally plotting my death.” You sighed reality crashing on to you.

“I don't think so.” Luna said in her usual dreamy tone.

“What else would he be doing?” You murmured returning to your notes.

Before Luna could answer Snape entered the room and you snapped your eyes to the front of the class.

“It has come to my attention that many of you are getting nothing done in this class.” He stated harshly. You cringed this was not going to end well. “And because of that fact I have made a new seating chart,” You groaned, just when you were getting excited about positions.

“Listen for your name and your partner,” He continued. “Parkinson, Belby. Goldstein, Crabbe. Greengrass, Lovegood.” You glanced at your friend who was as usual, smiling. You are happy for her as well, there were much worse partners to be had. “Corner, Zambini. Boot, Blustrode. Y/l/n, Malfoy.” The rest of the names went out of the window when you heard your partner. This was not going to be good, not good at all.

When Draco heard your name called, then quickly followed by his he felt like he was going to throw up. And it wasn't because he knew you were probably going to botch whatever potion they made, it was because he wasn't sure if he could focus around you. He blushed madly and tried to think about something else. It's just a pretty girl you bloody idiot. He scolded himself. You just met her today, he reminded himself Well just realized she existed today. He was shaken out of his thoughts by Snape's voice.

“If you don't like your partner, too bad. Move together please.” Draco glanced over at y/n who was already packing up, Zambini moved from his seat apologizing to Draco for his partner and moved toward the back where Micheal was seated.

He then saw you make your way over to him your cheeks a bit red, the same way they were when you were talking to that Casey boy in the hallway. He grimaced, how was he jealous of someone he had never spoken a word to? He then decided he would ignore every good quality you had and focus on the bad ones. That way it would be easier to pretend to hate you right?

The second you sat down his plan failed. You smelt like vanilla and roses. He wanted to lean closer to you and inhale your addicting scent forever, but instead he moved over or so he couldn't breathe in your intoxicating fumes.

“Hi, i’m y/n.” You said sweetly sticking your hand out.

“I know who you are.” Draco responded ignoring your hand and continuing to stare at the board, slouching in his seat.

“Oh ok.” You murmured. He saw a small frown take over your soft pink lips and he felt angry for being its cause.

Snape explained that you were to make a Confusing Concoction potion and told you you had till the end of class. The potion wasn't too complicated. You thought you might be able to get through this one.

“I'll get the water you can work on the feathers.” Draco drawled trying not to get to close to you as he stood. You pretend not to notice.

“Ok.” you nodded. You grabbed the feathers and began to separate the barbs from them. Not but two feathers in you yelped with pain as a barb pierced your thumb. You yanked it out hissing in pain as you saw blood drips from the wound. Draco who was now back and heating the water grimaced at the sound of your pain but refused to show that he cared.

He sighed loudly, “Look you go clean up and I will finish the feathers.”

“Thank you.” you whimpered walking towards a sink face red as the blood dripping from your hand.

Draco let out a breath he didn't know he was holding after you walked past. He then sat down and began to work on the feathers. His fingers moved easily to separate the barbs from the stalk and he couldn't help but wonder how you had possible stuck yourself with one so quickly. He then heard a thump and an apology and looked up to see you stumbling back to your seat face a brilliant red as Millicent and Boot glared after you. He snickered a bit turning back to the feathers.

Once you had most of the ingredients in you had to wait for 30 minutes for it to boil so Draco sat down and pulled out the book of drawings he had found.

He was flipping through the pages again when he heard a gasp beside him. He looked up eyebrows raised.

“Where did you find that?” You asked pointing at the book.

“In the hallway.” He smirked, “Why do you care anyway?”

“Because it's mine.” You whispered causing his cheeks to flush.

“This is yours?” He asked surprise sewn into his voice.

“Yes.” you nodded, “I lost it when..” your voice trailed off face growing red, “after potions.” you finished voice quiet.

“You sure this is yours?” It came out harsher than Draco had intended but what could he do about it now?

“Yes.” you breathed out face growing warmer. “It does have drawings in it, doesn't it?”

“Well yeah but they are like, really good.” Only after he said it did he realise how it sounded. He instantly was filled with guilt as your face flashed with sadness and anger.

“Yeah, well, they’re mine.” You grumbled voice quiet.

“Here.” He handed the book to you, your hands brushed before you snatched the book away and he felt like he was going to burst at the feeling of your skin against his.

Just then the timer on your position went off and the two of you continued to work.

That's how it went for two weeks. You and Draco would share very few words as you worked together. Your grade did improve, but you were still quite prone to accidents and Draco rolled his eyes everytime. You went from being sad he didn't like you to being mad. He was always so rude. He would avoid speaking to you, looking at you, hell he avoided you altogether, his seat was always poised at the other end of the desk as if you were some sort of plague. All of this made you angry and frustrated. What have you done to make you so repulsive? You knew you weren't the best at potions but you had only messes up three the whole time and you were improving. You had never been rude to the boy even once, how come he hated you so much?

“I just don't get it.” You pouted turning to Casey who was walking you down to potions.

“It's not your fault y/n, he's like that with everyone.” He explained, “He's just a dick, not much you can do about it.”

“But maybe if I was better at potions the-” you were interrupted by Casey.

“Y/n its not your fault, you are amazing and sweet and kind, it's just him okay? Don't let him make you doubt yourself.”

You blushed furiously at his words, “Thanks Case.”

“Plus if he's really pissing you off just blow a potion up in his face.” he jeered.

You laughed loudly, “He'd probably kill me with his icy glare.” you teased.

“He is always glaring at you.” Casey smiled.

“Thanks for walking me.” You said.

“Of course, i’ll see you around y/n.” He beamed.

“See ya.” You said before entering the classroom. You were met with Draco's frozen glare.

“Hello Malfoy.” You greeted.

“Y/l/n” he responded his voice vacant of any emotion.

You sat down and glanced at the board to see what position you were working on. You then looked at Draco who was already looking at you making you blush.

“I'll get the water.” You said promptly before standing up and snatching a cauldron. Only when you did this you left foot got caught behind your right and you plummeted to the ground. You dropped the cauldron with a clang and you hit the ground. You instantly heard laughter erupted throughout the room and you felt tears well up in your eyes. You then heard a snicker and you didn't have to see his face to know it was Draco. You blinked furiously face a deep shade of crimson. You then pushed yourself off the ground, lifted the cauldron from a few feet away and turned to face the slytherin boy. Your shyness suddenly disappearing in your rage and embarrassment when you saw the everlasting smirk perched on his lips. You felt two tears cascade down your red cheeks as you thrust the cauldron into his hands.

“Screw you Malfoy.” your voice trembled through gritted teeth. You then quickly left the classroom, laughter disappearing behind you. You made it maybe two cordors from the classroom when you saw Mckenzie. You instantly turned to run but were cut off by a few other girls already behind you.

“God y/n, such a clutz.” She snickered. “I think you belong in a physical therapy building not a wizarding school.”

You only whimpered feeling helpless and small.

“Boo-hoo poor, poor, y/n all alone.” She rubbed her eyes with her fists.”You do realize that Casey only hangs out with you because of a dare right?”

Your eyes widened in confusion.

“I made a dare that he couldn't get you to go out with him in a month and here we are, only two weeks in and you are practically drooling over him.”

You felt a sob leave your mouth. You wanted to say it wasn’t true but you knew it was. It sure as hell wasn’t a coincidence he asked to help you find your book the exact day she said she struck the deal with him. You felt angry. Sad. But most of all embarassed. You were always so embarrassed. Why where you always so fucking embarassed?!

“Guess I'll have to go out with him now that I told you about the bet” She smirked picking at her long blue nails.

“Of course.” You muttered tears falling of your chin.

“What's that?” Mckenzie smirked.

“Of course he would want to go out with you.” You began to sob and you saw Mckenzie’s smirk widen and your anger out did you.

“Of course, some douchebag like him would want to date a slutty bitch like you.” Anger dripped like poison from your voice. All of the laughter around you stopped as you felt yourself smile. You looked up through your tears to see Mkenzies mouth wide open in shock, her eyes wide in her sockets.

Anger took over her features and she pulled her wand from her robes with a shriek. “Stupify!” she shouted and you were sent sprawling backward. Your head hit the stone wall and black dots danced in your vision. You groaned closing your eyes but they popped back open when you heard another voice.

“Back off!” it yelled anger knit into its frame. You turned to see Draco heading strait at the girls. He whipped his wand once and suddenly Meckenzi flew into the air. She then dangled there like an invisible rope was tied to her ankle.

She shrieked for the girls below her to help but they just turned and ran fearful of the boy heading toward them. After the other girls disappeared Draco flicked his wand again and Mckenzie fell to the ground and began to cry.

“Get out of here before I do more than hex you.” You heard him growl.

The girl instantly stood up sobbing as she stumbled away. Draco's eyes softened when they landed on you.

“Are you alright?” he asked as he rushed over to you.

“What do you care Malfoy?” you mumbled attempting to get up only to stumble over your own feet and plummet to the ground, well you would have hit the ground if it wasn't for a pair of strong arms wrapping around you. You looked up at the blonde, his grey eyes were set on your lips and felt your heartbeat speed up to extremely high. Draco's face was now quite red as he helped you back to your feet.

“Why do you hate me?” the question rose from your lips before you could stop it. You flushed immediately after it left your mouth. Draco looked taken aback by the question.

“I don't hate you.” he stated.

“Don't lie to me. You avoid looking at me, you don't speak to me, hell you sit as far away from me as possible.” You paused looking at the boy, “I just want to know why.”

He laughed he actually laughed. What could possibly be funny right now? Was this all another joke? Did he really find your misery that funny. You flushed madly turning to leave.

“No wait love, don't leave.” Draco begged his laughter stopping abruptly.

You felt heat rush to your face at the nickname and turned around looking at the ground. Your gaze was turned upward when you felt a finger slowly lift your face upward. You had never blushed so much in your entire life.

“I don't hate you y/n. I would never hate you.” He smiled, not his usual smirk but a genuine smile and it made you go weak at the knees. “I don't think I could ever hate you.”

“Then why do you act like you do?” you asked, “Why do you avoid me? Why do you never talk to me, never look at me?”

He sighed, “I avoid you because whenever I get near you, I smell you. And it drives me crazy.” His hand caressed your cheek bone and you were pretty sure you face was on fire. “Your scent is beyond intoxicating. When I talk to you I lose track of everything else and I can only hear your voice echoing in my head.” He whispered, his minty breath danced across your face making you shudder. “And when I look at you, it's like the world disappears and it's only you standing there. Everytime I look at you I have to battle myself not to lean in and taste your lips.”

You stared at him. You couldn't breath, your It had been replaced with butterflies that were now fluting inside you madly. You were pretty sure this is what death felt like. But then something clicked inside you and your realized this wasn't death it was love.

“When it comes to you, I can focus on nothing else.” Dracos lips were so close you could feel them brush yours and you couldn't take it anymore. You grabbed the back of his head and smashed his lips onto yours.

You had never felt anything like it before, his lips danced on yours with grace you couldn't even begin to fathom. You felt his tongue slid across your lips and your eyes widened in surprise. You then shut them again opening your mouth a slight bit. You ran your hand threw his hair as he explored your mouth with his tongue pushing you up against the wall softly. You didn't want to break the kiss but you felt your lungs burn begging for air and you drew away from him.

You were both panting when you pulled apart. Your face was a bright red, your lips swollen, and hair disheveled but to Draco, you had never looked more beautiful.

“Merlin,” he gasped out, “I'm never going to focus again when I know you kiss like that.”

You flashed a brilliant red and giggled, Draco then decided he couldn't stop himself anymore, he pressed his lips against yours once again.

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