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maryleclerc · 1 year

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𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐫𝐬.𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬

quinn hughes x reader

summary: quinn and y/n as a newlywed couple

social media au!

warning: english not my first language, all images credit to owner, i do not own any of these images

reblog, like & follow me for more smau!

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_quinnhughes Today i can finally ask my Y/n to marry me, my one and only love just for you. I love you baby

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y/username I love you too Quintin bear ❤️

quinnhughesfan.43 Gosh so sweet & CONGRATZZZZ

canucks We all so happy for you!

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y/username Can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you,

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elblue6 Welcome to the Hughes Gang Y/n 🧡

y/username Thank you Mrs Hughes ❤️

lhughes_06 I will be the greatest uncle EVER!

y/username Oh shut up Luke 😂

jackhughes @lhughes_06 No i’m better than you

lhughes_06 Are you sure u Lil Jizzy

kyliejenner My girl is engage now!!! love u two so much!!

y/username Yay finally!!

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_quinnhughes 12/20, my mrs.hughes

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y/username Hi my hubby 😉

elblue6 I remember it’s clear as day, when me and your dad hold you for the first time, its always so special moment with your first born first time being a parents to take care of a newborn and he’s a family man now

_quinnhughes Mom you gonna make me and Y/n cry again

y/n.hughes43 Mom i’m gonna cry

elblue6 I don’t mean to make you cry, me and Jim are so so happy for you both, but we both waiting for my grandbabies

_quinnhughes Me and Y/n will be work on it soon

y/n.hughes43 Hey

quinnntin43canucks I still don’t think she deserve you Quinn

fanofy/nandquinn Couple goal 🎉

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y/nhughes I am now stand here wearing this gorgeous wedding dress and call you my husband, i am the luckiest person on this planet ever exist. Let’s build our own Hughes family together Quintin ❤️

Dec 20 💍

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y/m/n My baby is a women now, so so proud of you and quinn

_quinnhughes I will take really good care of Y/n mrs.Y/l/n

y/m/n Oh Quinn just call me Mom 😁

y/m/n I know you will Quinn, you gonna be a great husband and a great dad too

elblue6 Y/n you are so sweet

y/n.hughes43 Thank you Mom 🥺

trevorzegras Beautiful Bride

_quinnhughes Excuse you? That’s my wife

trevorzegras Wow okay okay Huggy Bear

y/n.hughes43 Aww my Huggy Bear is jealous huh?

y/bf/n You look stunning in that dress

y/n.hughes43 Go and ask Trevor out sis!!! I’m sure he like you too

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_quinnhughes Owner of my heart

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hated.u.y/n He seem so obsess with her, everything, every post is just about her, what she did to him like this

y/nandquinnlovers Ofc, girl you’re just so jealous that Quinn not your husband right? He just about his wife, what’s wrong about that? Isn’t that what husband should do????

ethanblues She’s so fine

j__04 I just wish that i’m her

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y/nhughes Just chillin’ and watching the sunset with my love

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y/dad/n Y/n your mom just got me puppy

y/n.hughes43 No way, i’ve beg you to get me a puppy since i was 13 and you said no pet allow in the home

y/mom/n Sorry baby, i just have to rescue this little fluffy baby golden retriever, someone abandon her on the middle of the road

y/n.hughes43 Can i name her Layla?

elblue6 ❤️

y/n.hughes43 ❤️❤️

_quinnhughes ❤️❤️❤️

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_quinnhughes Baby Hughes is 7 weeks now, see you in November mommy and daddy

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elblue6 Is Y/n have bad morning sickness?

_quinnhughes She is having a bad bad morning sickness, i just don’t know to help her feel better

elblue6 I’ll bring some decaf tea to help her sickness

_quinnhughes Thank u mom

jackhughes So cute already

lhughes_06 That baby will gonna look like Y/n, that would be so freaking cuteeee

_quinnhughes Ofc it’s gonna look like both of us Luke

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y/n.hughes43 Good morning w.41 and 4 days left (!)

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_quinnhughes Things are def growing

trevorzegras Any name yet?

y/nhughesNo not yet, any ideas?

y/bf/n He’s gonna name its Trevor for sure, he told me yesterday 😂

y/n.hughes43 What if it’s was a girl? Trevor too

y/bf/n Yeass

y/u.hughes43 Oh hell nah

elblue6 I’m so excited to meet our first grandbaby!!!

_quinnhughes I’m so nervous and excited to be a dad

y/n.hughes43 You’re gonna be a best dad ever

jackhughes And me, i’m gonna be the greatest uncle

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_quinnhughes Welcome Quintessa May Y/l/n - Hughes, the latest Hughes edition is finally here. Y/n you’ve done a very very great job to bring our baby girl into this life, i’m so proud of you and will never forget all the stage of your pregancy. I will always love you and our baby girl unconditionally.

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elblue6 I always love the idea of Quintin and Quintessa since you tell me her name Y/n

_quinnhughes I love that name too, and Y/n she already chose name for next baby, its will be Quintina..

y/n.hughes43 She’s gonna be a daddy girl

_quinnhughes Don’t be jealous of your own little daughter

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes x y/n #quintin hughes imagines #quintin hughes #quintin hughes x reader #quintin x y/n #maryhughes stuff

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kickthecan-revolution · 5 months

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Mr. Peach, aka “big Jim” (James the Giant Peach) is still here. The rescue said she’d take him after he healed from his surgery. I called, I texted - no reply. I ended up at my vet’s house Saturday night, he and his partner invited me to their daughter’s second birthday party (and I showed up, another miracle). She was supposed to be there but didn’t come which felt strange. The next day, I finally texted my vet’s partner (who manages the operations for their mobile vet company), I asked her if A (rescue owner as well as an employee) was ok, that I’d not heard from her. That I didn’t want my vet to know, as she was his employee and her rescue should be separate from that. I learned that over the weekend, A had gotten several kittens she’d found homes for returned, and she was overwhelmed.

When I tell you the panic. It was a Thing.

I texted A letting her know I’d heard about her situation and that we were fine here and I’d check back in next week, she called and we talked for a while. I love her commitment to always taking a cat back if it doesn’t work. She’s new to all of this and I’m not going to pile on to adding another cat in her parents’ house where her dad isn’t a fan of all of this to begin with. There’s an adoption event that I’m going to bring him to this Saturday. I put an ad up on Next Door.

I’m not going to talk about the melt down I had after we hung up, into that evening. What I will say is how thankful I am for this experience, for all the purging of pain and fear I’m experiencing, old old old stuff that has clouded my judgment and my beliefs about others, and myself.

The next morning I woke up and dreaded going into Peach’s room for hours to play with him, then come out and play with the others, then back in with Peach at night. I realized how my entire life, I never made a move if the person in front of me was sad/angry/displeased with me. I froze - calculated- and shifted however I needed to so that would stop. The entirety of my focus has been watching others and reacting so I’d stay connected, not rejected, not alone, not hated.

The rage of that - of those in my life not being willing to look past the glittery, funny, storytelling persona - engulfed me. The anger of no one being interested enough to go deeper - wanting to know me well enough, so they just accepted what was mostly just bullshit- the grief of that - was intense.

Something in me cleared and shifted. The constant worry about these cats - the panic at their reaction, the worry of Peach behind that closed door - it was my sole focus. This is all me, projecting so much onto them. In a good mood when things are peaceful and everyone seemed chill and rhen slammed into despair and panic and tears at the slightest altercation, desperate for help. So the answer to that was to separate them all and force that peace.

But *I* wasn’t peaceful, that meant splitting my time up in that small room with him trying to keep him entertained vs my life outside of it where all I was doing was worrying about him. More of the same, abandoning myself for someone else’s experience, convinced that their experience was the key to me staying alive, having love, being liked. Being ok. Feeling almost sick inside with worry and fretting. Putting them into the core of me being alive and surviving that day. I’ve been consumed by this for two months, almost three.

So I just opened up all of the doors. I don’t want anymore closed doors in my home, I don’t want that experience anymore. As long as Peach is here, the doors are going to be open. Not to the outside, so the big girls will be on a schedule to be on the deck. I slid my experience up to the front of my mind, and prioritized it. The voice inside, “you selfish asshole, putting these cats in harm, what are you doing?” started screaming. I told it to leave. I pushed it away each time it showed me something terrible that might happen. I told it to leave. I kept saying “fuck this, fuck you. Go away.” I didn’t let the big girls outside, I wasn’t going to do that thing where I let them in and out, in and out, in and out. Stay in and deal with it.

In the midst of the hissing, growling, trilling (that was Peach, so excited to be with the cats), I started cleaning. I’ve neglected my space these last two months, just doing the basics like dishes, etc. so I put things away, cleaned the refrigerator, hung clothes up, swept, took tons of garbage out I’d kept on the side deck. I did laundry , straightened my room. I was done worrying about it. As Shirley said, no one is going to die. No one has died. Then we all took a nap I my room, Buddy and Minnie on the bed and Peach underneath it (he tried to get up a few times and they were not having it). Peace. On my terms. Because this is my house. A new frontier gained.

The strength of that moment is not something I can put into words. It was the Diane that was never able to really leave her mom to go be with friends or OUT LIVING, discovering who she was because her mom would be by herself in that horrible house with that horrible man alone, how dare she go have fun when her mom was so sad, alone. Maybe in danger without her to be her comfort and protector. It’s the Diane who would do everything to make her mom less sad, less angry, less upset so her mom wouldn’t disappear into her room with a migraine, incapacitated, in so much pain she was suicidal. That Diane put herself first yesterday, and did it again this morning. And will do so everyday until the universe shows the path for Peach.

I’m so grateful for this experience. For Shirley, helping me see when I am just purging, being my spiritual companion and guide through this process. Helping me understand that these cats are all just mirrors for what I need to heal and grow. I don’t really even talk about her much because of how out there this is, more than once it’s come to me that this is scam and she’s is kind of crazy and I’ve allowed someone nuts significant access to my mental well being. But then I come back to the impact - the growth, the clarity, overcoming so many fears - and I know all of this has been designed for me and my continued growth. So this morning, there are happy tears, grateful tears. I’m proud of myself. And I am thankful to Peach for coming here and helping me.

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moonlit-imagines · 2 years

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Headcanons for being Hopper’s daughter and dating Eddie Munson (Part 1)

Eddie Munson x fem!Hopper!reader

warnings: drugs/alcohol, death

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Hello! I was wondering if I would be allowed to request being the daughter (or just child) of Jim Hopper and dating Eddie Munson headcanons please and thank you <33”

part 2

you first (officially) met eddie back in middle school

you were quickly warned by your father to stay away from eddie munson on account of his family history

but that all changed your summer before senior year

you were 18, joyce byers offered to take you to california with her, but you declined wanting to finish high school in a familiar place

which may not have been the best idea considering everyone knew what had just happened to you (well, to a certain extent)

you were couch surfing for a bit at the wheeler’s, henderson’s, harrington’s, sinclair’s

and school finally started, but it all felt so wrong. no more steve or jonathan to lean on throughout the day, all the kids alongside you

and then those kids met eddie, were taken in by him

“y/n, you gotta meet this guy. i really think you’d get along!” -dustin

“i don’t know, dustin. i just don’t think i’d get along with him” -you

“you definitely will! just give him a chance, maybe you can start playing d&d with us!” -mike

they were trying to look out for you, you’d been distant since your dad died (you and max had been silently sitting together at lunch for the most part)

but one day in the library eddie decided to approach you, take the risk

after weeks of begging from the boys

“hey there, y/n, right? i’m eddie in case you didn’t already know” -you know who

“oh…hi, eddie…” -you, a bit hesitant of the convo

“may i?” -eddie, slowly sitting as you shrugged “if i’m disrupting you and the great gatsby, tell me now. just thought i’d introduce myself before the boys shoved me into your arms or something”

“didnt know they were so adamant about us being friends” -you

“oh, you didn’t, did you? i totally believe you” -eddie, sarcastically “don’t worry, i wont take that personally or anything”

“what a relief” -you, also sarcastically

“welp, i won’t keep you for too long. you look super busy over here, not like youre gonna fall asleep out of boredom. but just a heads up, i did do that report last year and the year before. lots of practice, i can help you if you want. all you have to do is ask” -eddie

“i’ll pass on that offer” -you

“and you’ll probably pass without me. i did not do very well on it anyways…so, uh, yeah. i’ll be meeting with the hellfire club tonight if you wanna come hang out. we’ll have food if the dungeons or dragons don’t interest you” -eddie

“i don’t know if i can make it, sorry” -you

“no pressure, i swear” -eddie, crossing his heart

you had no actual intention of going

but max kind of gave you that last nudge, telling you to enjoy your life a bit

“that’s why i have you, isn’t it?” -you

“then you’ll just stay moping with me all day” -max

“maybe i like moping with you” -you

“go!” -max

the club meeting was…awkward

most of the guys kept staring at you in the corner as you ate your pizza

“i’d like to formally welcome y/n the, the…the honorable!” -eddie

you decided to opt out of playing, but once the night was at an end and all the club left but eddie and yourself, things felt different

“you don’t have to stick around on my account, y/n. it’s late, you obviously don’t want to be here. go on home, i’ll make it out just fine” -eddie

“no home to go to, didn’t they tell you?” -you

“they must be keeping secrets from me, i’m devastated” -eddie, sitting beside you “you have anywhere to go tonight?”

“i’ll figure something out. that’s not an opening for an invitation to your house. just so you know” -you

“…i know i haven’t said it yet, but—” -eddie

“don’t say you’re sorry. i’m sick of hearing that shit” -you

“alright, alright, i won’t. just let me know if there’s anything i can do to help…i’m gonna go clean up now, don’t mind me” -eddie

you sat quietly for a while, sipping your can of coke and waiting for the inevitable moment you’d have to leave and end your night

but eddie became adamant that he “wouldn’t let any woman go home alone in a town like this”

you laughed at the sentiment and the fact that he had no idea what you were capable of…what you’d been through

“just…would you come back to my place for the night? i know that it’s weird, we don’t really know each other, but i can’t in good conscience leave you here. and hey, your buddy max just moved in across from me! any problems arise, you can just mosey on over to her trailer and arm yourself with baseball bats to beat me up or something. i’d completely understand if you did!” -eddie

you caved and went with him and literally stayed up all night talking

talking about music, school, fathers, new york, hawkins, graduation, drugs, drinks, and so on

and by the time the sun rose you had dozed off on each other

and you felt happy for the first time since the fourth of july, actually had good dreams for a change

and not after long, he was asking you on dates and insisting you crash on his couch

“i need you more than you think. alone all night in that little trailer is just sooo scary, i need someone big and strong like, i dont know, the sheriff’s daughter, to protect me” -eddie

you couldn’t stop thinking about your dad and him warning you to stay away from the munsons, but you were always a bit of a rebel

but you couldn’t deny how much fun eddie was to be around

and after maybe a month or so of flirting and practically living together, eddie gathered the courage to finally kiss you (stone cold sober, might i add)

“if you don’t kiss me soon i’m gonna start taking it personally, munson” -you

yeah

those kids went BALLISTIC when they heard the news

now, most of the people of hawkins knew you weren’t exactly the most traditional girl, especially as the sheriff’s daughter

but once they saw you with eddie you were definitely a hazard to society in their eyes

eddie held your hand while you got your first tattoo (and took you out for ice cream afterwards)

“maybe you’ll be as cool as i am one day” -eddie

“you must be the coolest third-time-senior i’ve ever met” -you

“third time’s the charm!” -eddie

eddie kind of seems like you’re out of range if youre more than arm’s length away

loves having his arm around you some way shape or form, will settle for simple hand holding

made you into a stoner and teases you so much for the sheriff’s daughter thing

you have to tiptoe around the whole upside-down thing when you talk to eddie about your dad. which sucks

you wince when you say he died in a mall fire because it just sounds dumb

eddie never pressures you into doing or saying anything

oh yeah ppl really give you a hard time at school and eddie will not stand for it at all. he will go as far as to barking and growling at ppl (NOT IN A FURRY WAY but lets be real eddie would definitely be a wolf kid)

eddie’s uncle…he’s okay with you i guess but very shocked as well

you still wont play d&d but you do spectate all the time and the boys really love when you spend time with them

“i’m happy she’s happy. she hasn’t been the same since the chief died” -dustin

“well, yeah. it’s messed up, of course she’s not the same” -eddie

“she’s been through a lot, eddie. like, a lot. you better not hurt her” -dustin

“weren’t you the one encouraging me to date her? why are you threatening me now?” -eddie

“y/n is family and it’s up to us now. so behave, eddie. im watching you” -dustin

“you know, you really need to work on your tone, man” -eddie

learning a bit of eddie’s metal and teaching him a bit of your rock specifically you dont mess around with jim because you learned that song perfectly for your dad

joyce calls occasionally and checks on you, el always ends up with the phone

“can i talk to eddie? i want to ask him a question” -eleven

“eddie, my sister wants to ask you something” -you, passing over the phone

“hi, jane! what can i do for ya?” -eddie

“can you give y/n a hug from me?” -eleven

eddie constantly offering to drive you to lenora so you can see your family, almost happened on christmas break

kisses and tickles and fake mustaches with each other’s hair and cuddles and moreeee

but he just MELTS if you give him any physical affection

like if you give him a kiss on the cheek or his head he’ll go nuts, if you give him a big hug, if u grab his face, if you take his hand

and most importantly……gotta grab that man’s booty

when spring break rolled around you stayed the first night with nancy because mike had just left and you two had planned a sleepover!!

bad news for eddie tho bc Chrissy Fucking Died

and the cops questioned you at the wheelers’ that very morning!

“i told you she was gonna turn into a delinquent after chief hopper died” -ted

“ted, she’s going through a lot. would you cut her some slack?” -karen

“not when she’s dating a murderer!” -ted

you were immediately thrown into a panic upon hearing these accusations and flung into action to find him

“max, did you see him? do you know where he went?” -you

“no, sorry. i just saw her this morning” -max

when you did find him, you were almost relieved that this was an upside down thing, you wanted so badly to tell him before

“wait, so…it wasn’t a mall fire? it was a…huh?! i’m not following” -eddie

“soviets. under the mall. lab. explosion. opening. a portal. to another. dimension.” -you

“and you’ve had to deal with this how many times?” -eddie

“dont make me think about it” -you

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winter-leftovers · 8 months

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Til the end of eternity || Chapter five Bittersweet Sixteen (5/?)

(Douxie Casperan x f!reader)

Summary: Y/n is trying to figure her life out but is going to be hard since her brother is the new trollhunter and she is plagued by dreams and feelings she doesn’t understand.

Chapter Summary: Jim’s birthday doesn’t go as planed

Word count: 2705

Warnings: nop

(Season 1 Episode 9 )

Song?: Motion Sickness by Phoebe Bridgers

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“Shhh! Careful” Barbara whispered, balancing a tray.

“Sorry sorry” Y/n whispered back.

They were silently walking to Jim’s room to surprise him for his birthday like they did every year.

“Wake up!” They said at the same time.

“Don’t want to sleep through your big day” Barbara sat on her son’s bed giving him the tray with “mom’s special pancakes”

“Big day?” Jim asked

“The big day starts with Mom’s special birthday pancakes!” Barbara smiled pushing the tray.

“Yay!” Y/n faked her enthusiasm knowing about her mother’s lacking culinary skills. She had offered to cook Jim’s breakfast but Barbara insisted on making it herself, after all, mom’s special pancakes were a tradition.

“Looks like he is screaming” Jim smiled.

“He’s excited” Y/n corrected.

“I know, I know you always hate your birthday. But you’re 16! This is a big one” Barbara stood up “We should do something tonight”

“Yes! It could be fun” Y/n clapped.

“Oh, you know I don’t want to..”

“This isn’t up to discussion” Barbara opened the window letting the soft breeze in “No one should be alone on their birthday”

Jim looked at her sister, his eyes pleading to help him out but she just nodded, agreeing with their mother.

“When you’ve had your fill, I have another surprise for you downstairs” their mother announced as she went back downstairs.

Jim signed.

“Come on, Jim. We always have fun when we are together” Y/n softly punched Jim in the arm.

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Down stairs, Barbara ate some of the pancakes, her face contoured in disgust. Y/n smiled at her mother’s stubbornness ‘I know what I’m doing, Y/n. I used to make this for you all the time’ Barbara said.

“Oh wait. Wait right there. Let me get your present ready in the garage” Barbara said when she saw her son enter the living room.

“The garage?” Jim asked.

“I know you’ve wanted this for a while and now that you are the big one six, maybe it’s time. I think you’re going to get a lot of mileage out of this” their mother screamed from the garage.

Jim ran excited to the garage with Y/n behind him.

“Did you seriously just get me a…” Jim’s excitement dissipated when her mother presented “The Food Magic 3000” Barbara was so excited talking about the blender that she almost missed the disappointment in Jim’s face.

“And you hate it …” said Barbara when she looked up from the blender.

“No, no, mom, it’s…it’s…it’s great!” Jim grabbed the blender from her mother’s hands.

Barbara gasped when she saw the magazine under his son's arm “Oh, no! You were expecting a…With the garage and the mileage…” she pinched her nose.

“It’s fine. I also wanted one of these” Jim smiled, excitement returning to his face.

“The food magic is perfect, mom, really I can’t wait to cook something with it” Jim lifted the blender to observe it and the bottom half fell off.

“Jim! You gotta come quick! There’s an emergency in…the place” Toby’s interrupted “with the thing. Not even an emergency, actually. It’s…”

Y/n chuckled watching Toby trying to be relaxed and normal after seeing Barbara.

“Hey, is that a food magic?” He asked, distracted by the blender.

“3000” Y/n added trying to bring excitement to the gift.

“I leave you boys to it” Barbara said “But, Jim tonight…celebration!” She started to dance.

Jim, Toby and Y/n stared in horror at Barbara’s dance moves.

“Looking forward” Jim said, still thinking about what he just saw.

“Seriously, we’ve got a Defcon one situation in Trollmarket” Toby said.

“How’d you know?” Y/n asked.

“I just do! Come on!” Toby grabbed the siblings by the wrist.

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Trollmarket was out of control. The weapons at the hero’s forge were running wild and the trolls were running around in terror.

“It's too late, master Jim! Aaarrrgghh has lost his mind! Save yourself!” Blinky ran towards them screaming.

“I thought Aaarrrgghh was at your house!” Jim screamed at Toby, but before he could answer, Aaarrrgghh jumped in front of them, his eyes were full of anger. Blinky and Toby were able to escape but Y/n and Jim had to step back and face the enormous troll.

“Oh, my gosh. Was it the kitty litter?” Jim said backing up.

“The what?!” Y/n screamed as they were stopped by a gigantic sword.

Aaarrgghh grabbed Jim with both of his hands and screamed at him. Y/n took out the knife she had been keeping on her bag and, as fast as she could, started running to the troll but before she could jump on his back, Blinky lifted one of the circular platforms revealing birthday decorations.

“What the…?” Jim tried to free himself from Aaarrrgghh’s hands.

Toby and Blinky dropped a banner written in trollish and carnival music started to play.

“Surprise” Toby and the other trolls screamed.

Y/n hit her face with her palm after realizing everything was a stunt.

“Happy birthing day, master Jim” said Blinky.

“What?” Jim screamed as Aaarrrgghh put him on his shoulder.

“Tobias informed us of your human birthday customs” explained Blinky.

“You could give me a heads up! I’m not the birthday boy!” Y/n smiled putting down her weapon “I actually thought Aaarrrgghh went insane. I was going to stab him”

“Good actor” Aaarrrgghh answered.

“You're a great actor, Aaarrrgghh” Y/n said to the troll.

“Are you not surprised?” Blinky asked Jim.

“Uh… That would be one word for it”

“I was convincing “ Aaarrrgghh smiled, putting Jim down.

“You are really good” Y/n scratched Aaarrrgghh fur.

“Sixteen years! A propitious milestone. Sixteen is when young trolls master command of their bowels” Blinky smiled.

“About time” Y/n joked.

“The hero’s forge! Sacred proving grounds for Trollhunters past, present, and future, reduced to mockery” Vendel complained, popping the balloon Jim was holding with his staff. The troll lowered his staff, stopping his eyes on Y/n.

“We’re sorry” she said.

He furrowed his brows “You will remove them post haste. I don’t want anything to delay the Trollhunter’s training” he said before leaving the forge.

Y/n turned to her brother but he wasn’t next to her anymore, in one of the corners of the hero's forge Jim and Blinky were talking. They seemed serious but she couldn’t hear their chat due to Aaarrrgghh popping the balloons. Y/n looked at the time, she still had a couple hours before her shift started. She looked at her brother's worried face so she decided to stay a little longer to make sure things were okay.

This was Y/n’s first time actually seeing Jim train. She saw him jump through the blades, the moving stones and suddenly she wasn’t as relaxed as she was before. The immediate danger was becoming real. Until now, she didn’t consider Jim’s enemies, she didn’t consider that his little brother could be fighting trolls the size of Aaarrrgghh or worse.

“Master Jim doesn’t appear to be himself” Blinky observed “I expected the celebration of his birthing day to add some springs to his step”

“Birthdays really aren’t Jim’s thing” Y/n said a little absent minded. Her mind still focused on the danger her brother could be in.

“For creatures with such a short lifespan, I would think they would be cherished”

“Yeah, but not for Jim. They always remind him of the day when his dad…disappeared” Toby gave Y/n a little nudge and a sad smile that she returned.

“Interesting. I did not know your father was a magician” Blinky looked interested.

Y/n laughed bitterly.

“Not “magic” disappeared. More like “walking out” disappeared” Y/n shook her head when she realized she was spitting her words. She looked down, surprised at the tears that were forming in her eyes.

“I’d just moved into the house across the street, and Jim’s dad got him this sweet bike kit for his birthday and then, he just took off. The pieces laid there in the garage for years. Last I heard the guy ran off with his girlfriend to be a ski bum in Vermont” Toby explained forgetting by the end that Y/n was next to him.

“What a horrible tragedy. Made even more horrible that I had no idea” Blinky put his hands on both Toby and Y/n trying to be reassuring but she could only feel the bitter old anger running through her veins when she remembered her mother’s face when she explained to them what had happened.

“Tragedies are unavoidable. A man cheating on his wife and leaving his kid on his youngest birthday is an awful man’s cruel decision” Y/n grabbed her bag from the floor and took a deep breath “I have to go to work. Tell Jim I’ll see him at home” She gave them a half smile and left Trollmarket.

Y/n stepped in the canal and a small breeze hugged her, freeing the tears that she’s been holding.

“It’s not fair” she said to herself, tugging at the roots of her hair. The anger that was brewing in her stomach finally exploited “It’s not fair! Why did she have to leave me?” Y/n finally screamed, kicking the wall.

‘Wait. She?’ Her words got to her ears.

She was mad at her father for leaving, not her mother. She grabbed her head, sat on the floor and tried to correct herself for a non existing audience.

She thought about her father but his face didn’t bring her the same hot white anger that she just spilled. The anger she felt towards Jim’s birth father was more tamed.

She had always felt sad, angry for what Jim and Barbara had to live but not herself. The connection she had with his adoptive father wasn’t the same she had with Barbara. Barbara had always been her mother, he was…some guy. But, where was this anger coming from? Was it directed to her adoptive father or a different person? Who was this strange woman that her mind is so angry at?.

“You remember!” Someone said with excitement “You remember!”

Y/n left the turmoil in her mind and looked up but no one was there. When she looked down she saw her furry friend, Al.

Y/n’s eyes opened wide.

‘Did he just talk?’ She thought.

“You remembered me too, right?” He spoke again, tail standing tall.

“Oh, god! You actually just talked And… with an english accent?” She sat up straight.

“You didn’t actually remember. Oh no” his tail lowered “Wait! What’s wrong with my accent? No, never mind. Forget what just happened” he started to leave but Y/n grabbed him.

“Wait! You can’t just talk and expect me to forget it!” She put him down in front of her “I mean…You can talk!!”

Al sat back down.

“I’m sorry! But I can’t say anything! I wasn’t supposed to talk until you found out on your own!”

“I was supposed to find out for myself that you could talk? How?!” She was more confused than before.

“Yes! But I can’t say!” He turned around and sat down facing away from her.

“Okay. What can you tell me then?”

“Nothing. I’m not able to say anything” he wasn’t turning around.

“Why?”

“It’s complicated” he dropped his head.

“What about I ask some questions and you tell me if you can answer?”

Al turned around.

“That sounds good! If you reach your own conclusion they won’t be mad at me!”

“Who's they?”

“I can’t say” he moved his head from side to side.

“Ok… You were…always able to talk?”

“Yes!” He stood up and got closer to her “I learned when I was young!”

“Why didn’t you speak before?“ her hand started to move to pet him but stopped not knowing if that was ok.

“I really wanted to but I couldn’t!” His front legs stepped on her legs.

“Because of that stuff you can’t talk about?” She looked him in the eye. It was really strange. The cat she knew and loved all those years could talk.

“Yes! You are getting it”.

She smiled “Can I ask about you?”

“Yes but I can’t tell you everything!” His tail twitched.

“Mmmmh…What’s your real name?”

“Alfred! But I go by Al. You know this” he smiled.

“Yeah but that’s the name we gave you. What’s your birth name?” Y/n broke down and scratched his ear.

“Alfred is my birth name! My friend named me!” He closed his eyes enjoying the love Y/n gave him.

“Oh, that seems like a lucky guess by us” she laughed.

The buzz of her phone interrupted the interview. Randy, Y/n’s coworker, was worried because her shift started a couple minutes ago and she wasn’t there.

“Oh…fuzz…I’m late! Let’s go! I’ll take you home!”

—

The shift finally came to an end. The usual customers were teenagers looking for a vinyl, strings and every once in a while someone wanting to buy an instrument, but Y/n’s shift was scheduled during school hours so the store was deserted allowing her to study from the books that Blinky had kindly borrowed to her.

She tried to look for some information on the type of creature that Al was but Blinky’s books weren’t of much help. Her first problem was that the books were written in trollish and she didn’t have the amulet to help her like her brother has. Thankfully, Blinky offered her a dictionary and by the end of her shift, after hours of translating and reading she wasn’t sure she had learned something.

As she was getting to her car and trying to piece the whole day together her brother called.

“Hey Jim” Y/n tossed her bag on the passenger’s side.

“Hi Y/n. I know this may sound weird but could I get a ride” Jim said almost out of breath “I’m about to pass by the store”

Y/n could hear the wheels of her brother’s bike on the pavement.

“Is everything okay?” She looked to both sides of the street trying to see her brother.

“Well…” Jim stopped “Now what?”

Thunder rumbled through the city and the street light started to go off one by one.

“Jim, are you okay? Where are you?” She sat in the car ready to drive to her brother if necessary.

“I’m on the bridge! Come quick!” Jim hung up.

Y/n drove as fast as she could in the darkness. The lack of cars on the street allowed her to get to Jim the second a gigantic troll-bird hybrid lifted her brother through the air.

“Jim!” She closed the car door and ran to her brother.

“Y/n!” Jim screamed back.

She saw her brother being lifted even farther away and her stomach twisted.

“He’s up there!” Toby and Aaarrrgghh were by her side “How do we get up there?”

“No wings” said the troll.

They looked at the sky and Jim was no longer there. The beast took him into the storm.

“Como on” Toby signaled with his head the bike and Y/n got on the back.

The lighting storm intensified. From their place in the ground they could barely see Jim until a particularly bright lightning that allowed them to see Jim, in the distance, falling to the ground.

“Quick! Catch him!” Y/n screamed.

Aaarrrgghh jumped, catching Jim in the air. “Gotcha”

“Are you okay?” She got off the bike and dropped next to her brother.

“Yeah! Aaarrrgghh!” Cheered Toby.

Suddenly, the sword fell between them and the gigantic beast fell to the canal breaking into little pieces of stones.

“This is why I hate birthdays”

—

“This better not be another surprise because I really don’t think I can handle anything more” Blinky had covered Jim’s eyes.

“No, no. If my calculations are correct, there’s only a few more minutes to your birthing day. Time for one more present” the troll took his hands away unveiling parts of a vespa.

Y/n smiled at the excitement in Jim’s eyes. After a long day of failed presents and killing attempts, seeing her brother so excited made her forget everything

#douxie x reader #tales of arcadia #douxie #hisirdoux casperan #hisirdoux x reader #trollhunters #toa #my writing #Til The End Of Eternity

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milkywayes · 4 months

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Pspsps roll me something from the non mass effect side of the wip folder pls? [chinhands] maybe one you're super attached to or excited about!!

damn I really didn't anticipate that anyone would care but sure! Yeah! Thanks!

The one I'm most attached to and determined to actually goddamn finish one day is a Kirk/Bones Star Trek AOS fic I started in like 2019. It's called "the gossamer thread, flung" which is also the best title I've ever come up with that isn't a song lyric. It modifies the Walt Whitman poem a noiseless, patient spider.

It's supposed to have 3 acts and I got as far as the end of act 1.

If you'd like to read a snippet I'm all too happy to oblige:

Spock casts one long look at Jim’s stretched-out form, then rises back to his full height. “DRS, I presume, stands for ‘Delayed Radiation Sickness’?” “The one, the only.” “Given that you are the crew’s highest-qualified medical professional—” Leonard can’t listen to this. “Prolonged exposure is a risk I’m taking and one that I am, in fact, expected to take. No reason to let it get both of us.” He sighs. He doesn’t know what to make of this new trend of having to explain things that Spock is already perfectly aware of. Concern, again, probably. Can’t expect a Vulcan to know what to do with that. “Can’t we chuck the artifact downhill if you can’t beam with it? That would be a balm to my soul right now.” A short pause. Leonard glances up only to find himself on the receiving end of a head tilt. Slowly, Spock says, “Not unless you prefer Jim having gone through this, as he would say, ‘for nothing.’” “Damn him,” says Leonard lowly. The breeze that sweeps over the red hills laid out at their feet catches in the strands of hair sticking to Jim’s forehead, and the motion somehow makes him look even less alive: a body left out for the elements, still and uncaring of their touch. “Fine,” he says, his eyes on the shallow rise and fall of Jim’s chest. His voice sounds flat even to his own ears. “I’ll bring it. Don’t leave us down here too long—we needed that shuttle yesterday.” If he expected Spock to argue about the logic of that sentence, he is sorely disappointed. All he says is, “Understood.” Footsteps leading away, slightly off-balance in the deep sand, and then: the clack of a communicator being opened. It’s a while until the beep that signals a successful-enough connection to subspace. Leonard does not know he’s going to speak until his mouth is already open. He can’t bring himself to look away from Jim’s chest. “Spock, I’ll…” He doesn’t know, really. It could be: I’ll look after Jim. Could be: I’ll bring him home. Most likely, and most honestly, it’s: I’ll try. Low voices, and the comm snaps back shut. Spock catches alight in the corner of his eye, the Enterprise’s transporters working their dubious magic. His voice is already half-whisked away when he says, “I would not expect any differently, Leonard.” And then they’re alone.

#I'm on my laptop now so I'm capitalizing things again #it was so hard to pick a snippet for this bc everything was a candidate but here ya go #thanks for asking!#ask meme #ask

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katierosefun · 1 year

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i need to do my homework but ANYWAYS not to talk about the star trek reboot movies on main again but i’m starting to realize that maybe the star trek reboot movies give me a lot of hope now that i’m in my twenties, because whether accidentally or not, there’s something really weirdly reassuring about seeing the enterprise crew in their youth, messy and still figuring things out, and yet still winding up exactly where they need to be. like, when we meet jim, he’s impulsive and impatient and flat-out bored with his own life, so he winds up picking fights and telling himself that yeah, fine, being the smartest guy in the midwest is good enough for him, until he’s told that it’s not--and even when he joins starfleet, he winds up getting on academic suspension and breaks a million codes along the way. then we’ve got bones, who we find fresh after his divorce. the guy is fucking day drinking at 0800. and then we’ve got spock, who’s so clearly angry and resentful of something, maybe a little bit of everything, but that’s what you get as being a mixed-race kid-slash-minority kid i guess (phew). then we’ve got chekov, who’s like. a literal 17 year old. (a seventeen year old. my baby brother is currently seventeen years old. i would have a heart attack if he told me he’s heading up to space now.) then we’ve got sulu, who literally reaches the bridge because some guy was conveniently sick, so he had to fill in. he messes up literally in the first two seconds. then we’ve got scotty, who’s out in the buttfuck middle of nowhere, with no live organism except for keenser and the scary creepy-crawlies outside. uhura might be the only one who has her shit together, but also. she is dating her former professor. which, you know, seeing that former professor is spock, whatever, go off girlie and etc.

my point is that star trek: 2009, as flawed and as messy as it is, still accidentally becomes really fucking good when you realize that this movie is about the enterprise crew when they’re in their youth, and also when they’re coming together even after a total shift in their timeline. so what’s rather lovely about the reboot movies is that not only do they accidentally say that no matter the timeline, you’ll wind up with the people who you were meant to be with, but also. no matter the timeline and no matter how many fucking problems you have-slash-had, you will still wind up precisely where you need to be, with the people who you were always meant to love, and maybe that’s a little bit of comfort in this weird time that we’re living in

#caroline talks #star trek #sorry for talking about the reboot movies on main again . . . it will probably happen again #idk besties! being fully in my twenties + also being in professional school #has somehow called me a little more to star trek these days #and i think this might be why #something something no matter how hard the road is! you will wind up where you need to be with the people who you will always love and etc

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i get myself twisted in threads

Chapter 19: i see you smile

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 20

Things had been fine, but Steve’s been quiet since his mom sent them to his room. Sure, Mom and Hopper might talk over dinner, but it’s not going to be anything bad. He doesn’t know what happened, unless something else is hurting and Steve just wants to deal with it on his own.

Will and El bring a tray of food—it looks like Hopper picked up one of those cheese and meat trays at the store, and some crackers and fruit, too. Something easy.

“There is soda in the kitchen.” El says, far too solemnly for it not to be a little funny. “I will get Steve his.”

Jonathan can’t tell if Steve’s asleep or not. “Steve, you want a pop?” He doesn’t know where El picked up saying soda, it’s not like any of them do it. Steve just hums again, like talking would be too much effort.

He’d said he was tired, but Jonathan doesn’t know what to do with this. Even when they’d been carrying him back home, when he’d been bleeding out, he’d been talking.

“I’ll get you one, Jonathan. But the next one you have to get yourself.” Will says, following El out. She hadn’t even waited for an answer.

“The kids brought our food, babe. You can always eat later, too, we can save your plate.” He knows that sometimes, when he was in pain, Steve wouldn’t eat because he felt too sick. Maybe that’s what’s going on.

Steve doesn’t respond at all this time.

After they eat—Steve does sit up for a few minutes, but he only really drinks the Sprite El had brought him—the kids go back out to sit with Mom and Hopper.

“Do you want to go watch TV with everyone?” He still hasn’t said a word. Steve just shrugs, and it’s worrying but also frustrating. Why can’t Steve just tell him what’s going on?

Jonathan would be able to help if he actually had an idea of what’s bothering Steve.

“Steve, what’s wrong? Is it your ankle? Your side? Why won’t you just tell me?” Steve just shrugs again.

Whatever. If Steve wants to be upset about something or in pain or whatever it is that’s going on with him, he can. Jonathan wants to spend time with his family, and Steve can stay here and mope.

“I’m going to go watch TV with them, okay?” He tries to keep his voice even, but he doesn’t do a very good job. “You can come and join us if you want. If you just want to sleep, that’s okay too.”

“Steve sleeping?” His mom doesn’t even make him make something up, she just offers it on a platter.

“Yeah.”

“Being up is still wearing him out that much?” Hopper frowns, looking at Jonathan’s door worriedly. “Maybe he shouldn’t be on his own yet. Or in school. That’ll take a lot out of him for sure.”

“I think he did something to his ankle.” Jonathan settles in next to Will. “He seems excited about going back to school.” It’s something Jonathan’s been saying a lot these days.

Personally, he wouldn’t be going back. He knows that Steve wants something normal again, but Jonathan would take the pass for what it was and stay away for the rest of the year.

“Maybe he should wait.”

“Jim, he wants to go back. He’s been working hard on his make-up work. He’s going to have bad days here and there, but it’s ridiculous to think we can stop him from doing anything.” Mom says. Suddenly, Jonathan thinks he knows what they talked about while they had the living room to themselves.

Steve could have just asked, they would have told him. And if he were out here, he’d know!

“Is Steve staying here again?” El asks. “I want him to come back to the cabin.”

“If he’s already asleep, El, we’re going to let him sleep.” Hopper tells her. “He can come back with us if he wants to, though.”

“I miss our reading time.” El stares at Jonathan’s door like she can summon Steve. Maybe she can, most of the kids seem to be able to do that. “We will not have reading time once he leaves.”

“No, not every night.” Hopper agrees. “But we can figure something out, okay?” El seems satisfied with that, for now, so they can watch Jeopardy in peace.

When the episode’s over, Jonathan goes back to his room. Steve’s not asleep, he’s staring at the wall, and he doesn’t move when Jonathan comes in.

“El wants to know if you’re going back to the cabin tonight.” Jonathan doesn’t know if he wants Steve to do that or not. Earlier, he would have said no. Right now, he kind of wants him to leave. “She said she misses your reading time.”

Steve doesn’t react. Why isn’t he saying anything? Or doing anything? Why’d he shut down? The day had been going so well, they’d had lunch with Nancy and then come home and things had been fine!

“Steve, are you ignoring me? Are you mad? What happened?”

Steve looks at him, now, but when he opens his mouth, he doesn’t say anything.

What the fuck, Steve.

“Do you need Mom or Hopper? Would they help?”

Steve shakes his head. “Then what, Steve? I don’t know what’s going on!”

Jonathan doesn’t raise his voice; he doesn’t want anyone else hearing. And it seems like Steve’s not talking at all, so he won’t be alerting anyone.

Steve just stares at him, before patting the bed. Okay, so Steve wants him to sit, or something.

“Did something else happen? Did you have a nightmare?” Jonathan sits, but he’s still pissed. He’s just trying to help, and Steve’s not giving him anything!

Steve shrugs again. “Do you want me to call Nancy?”

No response, but Jonathan wants to know if Nancy knows anything about this.

“Will, can I borrow your walkie?” He doesn’t have a phone line in his room, and as much as he’s upset at Steve, he doesn’t want to be that far away from him.

“What for?”

“We want to talk to Nancy.”

“Can’t you use the phone? Mike, give your walkie to Nancy.” Will whines, but he hands it over anyway. Mom would have made him put it away soon, so it’s not like he could have been on it for much longer.

Mike must keep the ‘talk’ button pushed down the whole time, because Jonathan can hear him grumbling as he goes up to Nancy’s room.

“Nancy! Your dumb boyfriend wants to talk to you.”

“Mike.”

“I’m not supposed to like any of your boyfriends!” Mike says; he must slam Nancy’s door behind him.

“Jonathan? Steve? What’s going on?”

“Hey, Nance.” Jonathan starts, looking at Steve to see if he’ll react. “Steve’s just kind of—not talking to me? He won’t tell me what’s wrong, or if he’s in pain, or had a nightmare, nothing. He’s barely even been reacting to me.”

“Is he completely uncommunicative, or is he just not talking?”

“He’s just not talking.”

“Sometimes he just does that, then. Just needs to be quiet for a while. I don’t think he usually knows when it’s going to happen. Wait, can he hear me?”

“Yeah, he’s right here.”

“Hey, Steve.” Nancy just talks to them for a while, telling them about her homework and what Holly’s been getting into now.

Steve never says a word, and Jonathan can’t tell if it’s helping or not.

Why would neither of them tell him that this is a common thing? So that he wouldn’t react this way when it happened?

Did they just not think of it, or was it not important enough to tell him?

Jonathan pushes those thoughts down for now. He’s not going to ask those questions now, but he wants to know why he wasn’t told.

Better yet, he wants to know how he can help.

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Steve lets Nancy and Jonathan’s conversation go right over his head. He’d been paying attention, earlier, when Nancy had first started talking, but he doesn’t want to focus on anything right now. It’s not the pain, his ankle doesn’t hurt right now. Laying down has helped a lot.

In fact, nothing hurts right now, he doesn’t even have a headache. This—this silence thing makes more sense when he’s in pain.

He hates this. He hates not knowing what’s going on in his own head. He should be able to figure that out.

He wants to be able to tell Jonathan what’s going on for himself. He wants to be able to talk to Nancy. He doesn’t know why he can’t.

It hadn’t been frustrating earlier. He’d just been… resigned? He doesn’t know if that’s the word he’s looking for.

Steve had just been accepting of it, when it had first happened. It’s not normal, maybe, but it doesn’t happen a lot. He’s gotten used to it. It’s just that he’s usually alone when it happens, and there’s no one to notice. Sure, Nancy has seen it once or twice, but she hadn’t acted like this about it.

And now Jonathan’s all upset, and he called Nancy, and now it’s hard. Steve can’t be numb to it anymore. He can’t just be. He feels like he has to explain, or something, but he can’t.

He wants to tell Jonathan that he’s not doing anything wrong, that there’s nothing he can do to fix this, it’s just what happens sometimes.

But he can’t do that, because he can’t talk.

He just can’t.

“Hey, Steve, do you want to change?” Jonathan’s tone has changed a little. Softer. Steve doesn’t know if he likes it or not.

He wants to keep Jon’s clothes on. He wants to disappear.

Steve shakes his head. “Okay, I’m going to change and then get in bed with you.” He doesn’t have to narrate everything he’s doing. Steve’s not a little kid, and he’s not that dumb.

But he can’t make words come out of his mouth to say that.

“Steve, I don't know what’s going on, but it’s okay. We can figure it out, and maybe in the morning you’ll be able to write or say what’s bugging you.”

He doesn’t know what’s bugging him. Other than that he made Jonathan upset, that’s bugging him. But he doesn’t know what else is wrong.

“Good night, Steve.” Jonathan kisses his cheek and takes the position of big spoon.

Normally, Steve wouldn’t mind, but for some reason it feels restricting tonight.

Why can’t he just tell Jonathan that? It should be easy, right? Just tell Jonathan what he’s thinking.

But he still can’t make anything come out of his mouth.

Steve wants to go back to not really caring that this is happening. That was a lot easier than doing all of this. He wasn’t upset, he wasn’t angry, he was just… numb. There was nothing going on, and while he’d cared that Jonathan was upset, it hadn’t been like this.

It hadn’t made it hard to sleep. It hadn’t made it feel like he shouldn’t be here with Jonathan. There had just been nothing.

But he can’t do that, either, no matter how hard he tries to get the numbness to wash over him again.

It’s her last week at school without Steve here. Jonathan’s going to be driving him, at least for the first few days. She’s excited for Steve to be here, of course, but she’s also worried that something will happen,

Nancy doesn’t think anyone else knows, yet, that he’s coming back next week. The staff who do know obviously haven’t spread it around.

“He was talking this morning.” Jonathan leans against her locker, not quite in the same way Steve used to.

“That’s good.” Nancy’s really only been around a couple of times when Steve’s needed to be quiet like that. He hasn’t told her much about it. “Did he tell you anything about it?”

“No. Do you know anything?”

“He doesn’t like to talk about it. The couple of times it’s happened around me, he hasn’t explained.”

Maybe he doesn’t know; maybe he just doesn’t want to talk about it. Nancy doesn’t know which it is and she’s never asked.

Maybe she should have. She might have been able to help more last night.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Jonathan seems… almost angry. “I thought he was ignoring me, I got upset with him.”

“I just didn’t think of it. The ones I saw were pretty far apart, I don’t think it happens a lot. If I’d realized it was a frequent thing, I would have said something to you and Steve, and we could have figured out a plan.”

Which is something they’re going to have to do now. She, at least, will be happier once they have a plan in place to handle it. Maybe there are signs, maybe they need a signal. She’ll have to see if she can find anything about these episodes of silence.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Nance.” Jonathan must be reading her mind. “We have to talk to Steve before we do anything about it.”

She just wants to know. She wants to be armed with the right information before they sit down about this. If she knows what’s going on, she can actually do something about it.

“You’re going to look it up anyway, aren’t you?” Jonathan pushes off of her locker. “Well, I’m going to be in the dark room after school today, so I guess you can swing by when you’re done. I don’t know how much packing Steve is going to get done today.”

“He’s got all week!” He doesn’t need to be done today, that’s ridiculous.

“Irene and Owens are coming by today for a checkup, and apparently they’re going to give him some exercises to do.”

“That does not sound fun.”

“I think his other option is to not do them and possibly never be able to play sports again competitively.”

Nancy… hadn’t thought it was that severe. Sure, Steve had been injured quite badly, but he’s healing up so well! Aside from the one infection, he’s been fine, and he can even move around a lot better now.

“What’s he going to do, though?” Basketball season is over, or just about, so that was out anyway. “I feel like he has a sport every season.”

“Yeah. He can’t, this year. Maybe not next year, either.” Jonathan takes her hand as the halls get more crowded. “You’ve got that test today, right? You’re gonna kill it.”

“Don’t I always?”

“Getting cocky?” And that’s an expression Jonathan’s stolen straight off of Steve. “Suits you, Miss Wheeler.”

“Oh, don’t you start.”

“Well, it does. I’ll see you at lunch.”

As is usual now, people talk around her, but not to her. They can say what they want—she knows what she has, and none of what they think about it matters.

If only she could get her mom to see that.

Nancy is sent down to the office when she finishes her test—apparently Jonathan had turned some of Steve’s completed assignments in, and there’s more to pick up.

“He must be really bored, if he’s doing his schoolwork.” She hears one of the teachers in the back room remark. She can’t put a face to the voice, though.

Nancy wants to. Steve might not be the smartest in the school, but he understands things in ways she can’t. She hadn’t seen it, when they’d first been dating, and he hides it well under that famous smile and charm. People assume he’s all about sports and girls and nothing else.

“He’s always done good work in my class, but sometimes he’ll flip numbers around. His answers are almost always right when I use his numbers, though.”

“That means it’s still wrong.”

“Not if he did the problem in the right way and got an answer.”

“I was told he did well in history, last year. This year that’s not the case.”

“Are you having them read or lecturing?”

“Most of their assignments are reading, of course.”

“Those are the problems he struggles with most, in my class. The word problems. But he manages.”

“He can read, he’s a senior in high school.” She doesn’t hear the rest of the conversation, but it does get her thinking a little. Have any of the other teachers noticed this? Has this been a problem for Steve for a long time, or could it have something to do with his concussions?

Nancy shakes the thoughts away quickly, holding the folder tightly to her. There’s no one in the halls to try and steal it, but she doesn’t want anything to fall out.

She kind of wants to see if these packets have any of his graded work, but she’s not going to look through it before Steve gets a chance.

If they do have his graded work, though… she might have an idea. For when he comes back. She can add it to the little surprise that Will suggested—he’d passed the message to her through Mike, and Jonathan was easy to convince.

Nancy’s not sure that it will ever be hard to convince Jonathan to do something for Steve, though. She doesn’t think that either of them realize just how they look at each other. It might actually become a problem, when Steve’s back in school, but it’s cute and she doesn’t really want them to have to stop.

“Wheeler!” Carol Perkins grabs her as she passes the girls’ bathroom. Nancy’s not sure if she’s going to be better or worse than Tommy.

“What do you want?”

“Steve’s coming back.” Carol’s scanning her. “You’ve got work for him. When?”

“That’s his business.”

“Come on, Wheeler, don’t be a stick in the mud. He was my best friend for years, I’m not allowed to ask questions?”

‘No!’ Nancy wants to scream it at her. ‘No, you’re not, not after you and Tommy dropped him as soon as you got a chance.’

Steve had his part in that, she knows, but it’s not like they’d tried either. Even after Hargrove had tried to murder him, all they’d done was stop being seen with him.

She wants to go one day without worrying about this bullshit.

“Listen, if he needs it, whenever he goes home, tell him he can come and stay at mine, okay? I’m close enough. He’ll know what I mean.”

“Why would he do that? He could stay with the Byers’.”

“Is that where he’s been?” Fuck.

“No, he’s been somewhere more private.”

“The Byers’ are further away, and if he’s walking he has to go through the forest. That might not be safe. I know I don’t know a lot, but I miss him, and I’ve been worried. Isn’t that enough?”

Nancy just stares at her.

“So, I don’t know where you were when it happened, but I’m the one who organized the search party. I’m the one who stayed out late looking for him. You found him, maybe, but I wanted to find him too. I wanted him home as much as you did.”

Well, Nancy doubts that, but since Carol doesn’t know about the Upside Down, she’ll give her a pass on that one.

“He’s okay, right? That’s all I want to know right now.” She asks Joyce this at least once a week.

Nancy doesn’t know what answers Joyce has been giving her.

“He’s okay.”

“And he’s doing schoolwork. And he’s been seen out around town.”

“Yes.”

For the first time since she grabbed her, something in Carol’s face softens. “Will you tell him? That I miss him? I know it’s not enough, but I don’t want to say everything I need to through you.”

Then Carol looks her up and down again, shifting back to someone a little harder, a little meaner.

“Wheeler, if you break his heart again, I will destroy you. You and Byers running off together—that was cruel. I won’t pretend I know what’s going on with you and Steve, or you and Byers, or even Byers and Steve, but if either of you hurt him again I will make sure you get what you deserve this time.”

Nancy thinks about the movie theater marquee. She’s never thought it was solely Steve’s idea, and he’d even cleaned it up after.

Then the rest of Carol’s words catch up with her. ‘Byers and Steve.’ She could ruin their lives with that. Get them run out of town, at best. Get them hunted, beaten, killed at worst.

“You remember that sign? I’ll do so much worse than that. Watch your step.”

Nancy’s not scared of Carol the way she was the other year. Her words don’t hold the same weight. At least not when she’s referring to Nancy. If she tries anything, anything, against Steve and Jonathan, she’s not going to know what hit her.

“I’ll tell him.” Nancy says. “And I don’t know what you’re seeing, but I’m not going to hurt Steve again. I don’t want to hurt him. I didn’t mean to in the first place.”

“Doesn’t matter what you meant, you did. We were hardly talking when it happened and I could tell it was bad.” Carol pauses for a minute. “Thank you, by the way. I’ll let you go now. And if Tommy asks, I didn’t talk to you.”

That’s… interesting. Had Tommy told her not to approach them? Or was it something else?

If Carol’s always been that protective of Steve, Nancy can see why he stayed friends with her for so long.

She’s reminded of some of the rumors that spread, mostly about girls Steve had been seen with, and what she’d heard those girls giggling about—how easy Steve was, how he treated them—before those rumors went around.

She’d tried hard not to listen to them; they’d seemed like the typical small-town rumor. Like they were spread just because of a date, or because someone was mad about something. Most of the time, she’d been pretty good at it.

Carol, or least her circle of girls, was usually the source of the rumors.

Fuck the research she wanted to do, even if it’s for Steve’s health, she wants to ask Steve about this.

She’ll still do her research; it’s already written in her planner, and it is important.

That doesn’t mean she’s not curious about what was really going on with most of the rumors—she’s tried her best to avoid paying any of them much attention before now, because they’d mostly seemed mean and untrue—and asking Steve might be the only way she finds out.

It’s not like she’s going to chase down Carol and ask her, even if part of her wants to.

For today, Nancy’s going to try and keep them out of her head; she’s not even going to mention this to Jonathan at lunch.

Hopefully by the time she sees Steve, she’ll have forgotten all about it.

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CHB ‘22 #44: Welcome To The Madness

Season Six

He really doesn’t know what he was expecting, he’d heard stories, but the reality was far different. He was perched on a stool, sipping on a cup of coffee and waiting for his daughter to be ready. He’s taking in the decorations, watching his future son-in-law as he straightens the kitchen.

“Help yourself Jim,” he gestures to the candy. “Kate told me you like candy corn. Picked some up for you.”

Jim appreciates it. Appreciates the care the man in front of him shows every time they get together. If he were a more suspicious man he’d think he was trying to win Jim Beckett over but after all the stories he’s heard from his daughter, he knows that Richard Castle genuinely enjoys doing things for other people.

“I used to have to hide this from Katie,” Jim chuckles, reaching for a piece. “Her mother never liked it, but Katie and I would eat it and watch movies. One Halloween she ate so much she got sick though, never touched the stuff again. I still have to hide the milk duds.”

Castle laughed. “I tried to buy her her own box but she still eats mine too.”

Jim smiles. “Thanks for inviting me for a movie night.”

Castle comes round to sit next to him. “Kate says you enjoy them. Did Johanna? I’m sorry, is that okay to ask?”

“It’s fine,” Jim nods. “She didn’t mind them. Didn’t appreciate me showing them to Katie but once she was too old for trick-or-treating and too young for parties, it was a fun way to do the holiday. My father, he was an amateur magician. So Halloween was big for us. He’d put on a show for the local kids and Katie, she’d be glued. There was no one in the world like her Grandpa. She loved him. He’d teach her a little trick to show off and she’d surprise Johanna and I when we took her trick-or-treating.” Castle pictures that little pint sized version of his love. Knows she’s great at slight-of-hand, had always wondered how she’d learned it. She’s heard her talk about her grandfather but hearing Jim, seeing how much love he holds for his daughter and that place his own father held in her life makes him grateful for the insight.

“Thank you for sharing that. She only ever teases me about being a troublemaker. Think she likes to make me fear for Alexis discovering a wild side.”

Jim chuckles. “Oh, I can and will tell you those stories one day but we’ve only got a few hours tonight.”

“You know I can hear you two ganging up on me, right?” Kate calls as she heads into the kitchen, changed out of the suit she’d worn for work. “Grandpa was the king of Halloween though. Gave you a run for your money, Castle.”

Jim looked on as she swipes Castle’s drink, sips from it and the amusement on her face when he huffs and playfully tries to take it back.

“Psycho tonight Dad?” She checks with Jim.

“A classic,” Jim agrees. He follows his daughter, accepts the bowl of candy corn Castle offers and enjoys an evening reliving a little of the past, thinking about his wife, his father and so very happy to have his daughter by his side.

#castle fanfic #my fanfic #photo prompt #kate beckett #jim beckett #richard castle #castle halloween bash #chb2022

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Rude p.4

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Summary: Eddie Munson really wants to marry Y/n Hopper but her dad strongly refuses; based on song “rude” by MAGIC!

fic is kinda au

Warnings: a little bit of angst, mostly fluff

Words: 1,055

introduction part one part two part three part four here part five epilogue

To say at least, for the next few days after that botched and unknown to Y/n day, both Eddie and her dad were being weird. Weirder than normally.

Jim was constantly angry and frustrated. The amount of smoked cigarettes was incrementally rising. It could only meant that something bad has happened over the weekend. What also led girl to this conclusion was lack of Joyce’s visits. Did they have a fight? Did they break up?

It seemed almost impossible to middle Hopper; she could clearly see how much her father loved the Byers woman. She knew her father was short tempered but Joyce always had a way to put him down on the ground, what made them perfect in their imperfection.

It was like she was looking at Eddie and herself in the future, hoping the only thing that would be different was the ring on her finger and kids running around the backyard of their house.

On the other hand, there was Eddie. The energetic, funny and confident boy magically disappeared on their Saturday’s movie night. He was quiet, didn’t try to make any move on her - what always ended up by them having slow, passionate sex. It was like he was there physically but his mind was completely elsewhere.

At first Y/n was sure it was just exhaustion from work, knowing that lately he worked almost twice as much. But when on Wednesday after two days off Eddie was still this restrained version of himself, she started to worry.

So being the chief’s daughter she started to pry; she talked with Steve and Robin if they knew anything, then she visited Dustin with the same hope in her heart - but to her surprise no one heard from him since last Thursday when the had their monthly hangout.

Finally after not having any different ideas she went straight to her lover - communication being the key to good relationship.

When they had moment just for themselves, laying on Eddie’s bed, face to face, she began her mission.

“Eddie, baby” boy himself was again stuck in his head, barely reacting to his girl “Are you okay? And let me stop you there - if you plan to say that you are okay I will personally strangle you to death” hearing the kiddingly threats, he slightly smiled and brought one of his hand on her waist and pulled her to himself; immediately the girl snuggled into man’s chest, breathing in his wonderful smell of cologne, little bit of sweat and faint scent of weed and cigarettes; it was her favourite one, making her feel at ease, like home.

“I would like to see you try little one” smiling at the comment, she raised her eyes just to look at his.

“Please, I’m really worried. Is it uncle Wayne? Is he sick?”

“Baby, please, you have nothing to worry about. Uncle Wayne is great, he actually went on a date the other day. And I - darling I’m really fine. Just right now the work and band stuff is stressing me out a little bit.” Eddie hated lying to her; but what was he suppose to say to her ‘Your dad banned me from marrying you and actually prefers to die than give me permission to love you forever’? No, that didn’t enter the equation.

“I get it. But for the love of God, don’t shut me out. Talk to me when you’re down. I’m here for you. Always. I love you with my whole heart that much that I would even help you hide the body”

“Oh that’s actually good cause I have a dead man sitting under my bed” giggling softly Y/n cupped her boyfriend’s face in her small hands and kiss him sweetly on his inviting lips.

Even when his statement calmed her a little, in the back of her head she wasn’t 100% sure that the stress thing was the only case. However she didn’t want to annoy the boy with multiple questions; she knew that if Eddie wanted to talk to her about his gloomy self, he would come to her, as he always did, in his own time.

Regardless of her own reassurance that mean insecure monster inside her mind tried to convince her that Eddie stopped loving her. That Eddie cheated on her, making it the main reason why he was so distant all of the sudden.

It only grew when, after she forgetting her sweatshirt at the bottom of bed, she came back to Eddie’s trailer only to hear him on the phone.

“No, she can’t know about this. It’s better that way, it will save her from disappointment.”

Only hearing that last sentence, made her freeze. All of her rationality left through the window and made her listen to her own insecurities.

Right now that phone call was everything she had to hear to make what she was afraid of come true; in her head it turned out that she was right, Eddie has been cheating on her. At this moment she gladly would take the defeat of being wrong right into her open arms.

At the same time Eddie knew that Y/n was getting suspicious. He really tried to forget the weekend experience, but how could he? It was like a cold shower in the middle of the coldest winter. He was lost; just when he had perfect proposal, Jim Hopper burnt it to the ground, not even looking back. He was also stuck between the devil and the deep blue sea; he wanted that marriage so bad, but he also wanted Y/n to have good relation with her dad - and her agreeing to marry him definitely would burst their bubble.

And to make it even worse, he was left with these intrusive thoughts just by himself. Everyone knew that in the danger and stressful situations, he always ran. Right now, that wasn’t an option, the stake was to high.

So trying to make a decision, he suddenly remembered himself the other person able to help him with with Hopper. After Y/n’s goodbye, not wasting anymore time he called her. What he wasn’t aware of was that as much as it was saving him, at the same time it was also, not intentionally, destroying Y/n and making her heart shutter into pieces.

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#stranger things imagine #eddie munson series #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x hopper!reader #stranger things

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Sunshine and Moonshine

Chapter 24: Sick children

It had been two days and Sharon had not confronted Ámbar properly about her disobedience yet. That made Ámbar a bit nervous, because it could happen at any moment.

She tried focusing on Emilia. It got a bit intense there for a moment…

As she entered Blake in the morning, Delfi and Jazmin both noticed she was thinking about something, and they immediately wanted to know.

“Did something happen, Ámbar?” Delfi asked. “You look like there’s something on your mind.”

“There’s always something on Ámbar’s mind!” Jazmin said, “She’s got quite a heavy life.”

“That is true… but I got a feeling that the thing Ámbar is thinking about right now is gossip worth sharing!”

Before Ámbar could say anything, they were all caught off guard by someone sneezing extremely loudly.

“Woah, Ramiro!” Matteo exclaimed. “What’s up with you?”

Ramiro furrowed his eyebrows and stared into thin air, as if he didn’t know who to face when talking. “My little brother did not come home with the flu from his school and smitted me. I’m fine! I’m just allergic to… floors!”

With that, he stomped off.

“Okay…” Jim mumbled.

In class, Ramiro sat right next to Ámbar. She could hear him sniffing and trying to hold in coughs.

She instinctively tried to move away from him a bit.

Soon, Ramiro could not hold it anymore and let out a cough.

“Cover your arm when you cough!” Ámbar exclaimed, as Ramiro had just been coughing right out in the open.

“Relax, there’s no germs in a cough,” Ramiro said.

The teacher had heard them, and stared awkwardly in front of the board. “... I think we need a run through about germ spreading.”

While the rest of the school day was fine, by the end of the day, both Delfi and Matteo let out some coughs. People didn’t think much about it, though.

As Ámbar and Luna headed home, Ámbar suddenly sneezed.

“Did you get Ramiro’s thing?” Luna asked.

“No… at least I hope so… I just sneezed.”

As they got home, the plan was to change out of their school uniforms and then head to Jam and Roller to skate. But Ámbar got this sudden headache… and she decided to stay home. At least until the headache disappeared.

Luna however, has as much energy as possible, and went to Jam and Roller.

She skated around for a bit. She noticed her throat was getting a little heavier. Not a problem, she thought, and decided to drink some water.

She later met up with her friends.

“Wasn’t Gastón coming here with you?” Jim asked Nina.

“He was, but he said he wasn’t feeling well. Maybe he caught Ramiro’s thing. They’re in the same class, after all…”

After she said this, she let out a sneeze.

“Maybe you caught it, too,” Yam said.

“Impossible! I haven’t been near Ramiro today!”

“But have you been near Gastón?” Yam proceeded to do kissing sounds.

Nina stared at her in horror.

Yam immediately backed off. “Sorry, I was just joking. I don’t know when a joke goes too far sometimes? Did it go too far? I didn’t mean to-”

“No, no, it’s okay… I just… there was this free period between two classes… ”

“Did you…” Jim tried to say it as carefully as she could. “... swap spit?”

That was, indeed, as “carefully” as Jim could say it.

Nina nodded.

“Ok, there’s a high chance you can be sick,” Luna said.

“I hope not…”

Suddenly, Jim was the one to sneeze.

“Did you swap spit with Gastón, too?” Yam joked. Jim stared at her in shock, not prepared for that.

“Ramiro did cough next to me today,” Jim said. “I hope it was just a random sneeze, and there’s nothing to it…”

“I feel peachy!” Luna admitted. “I just feel a bit… cold, which is weird, because I’ve been working out a lot by skating.”

“Yeah, I’m freezing a little, too…” Yam admitted. “How odd…”

As Luna and Ámbar ate dinner that night, both were sure that they were just fine. Ámbar was just a little tired, and Luna just felt a bit chilly.

“What are you doing?” Sharon asked Luna. “You’re shivering.”

“I’m just freezing… I don’t know why, but I do.” She then let out a sneeze.

“I don’t hope you’re getting sick…” Sharon then turned to Ámbar, noticing her looking tired. “And I hope you don’t, either.”

“I’m not sick, madrina,” Ámbar assured her, although in a very dizzy tone. “I just… have been feeling tired since I came home.”

Sharon went up and felt Ámbar’s forehead. “You’re warm.” She then felt Luna’s. “You, too.”

“How can I be warm when I’m freezing?” Luna asked.

“I’ll suggest you take warm baths and then go straight to bed. And keep yourselves upstairs.”

Ámbar felt her throat. It was starting to itch from the inside. She let out a cough, hoping it would make it better, but it didn’t.

“Eat up your food quickly,” Sharon said, “Then go upstairs.”

Sharon was extremely afraid of getting sick. So, every time one of the girls got sick, she basically quarantined them in their rooms, not even wanting to be close to them. Basically, if you were sick, you were treated like a dangerous zombie.

The girls went upstairs, took baths (in separate bathrooms), and spent the rest of the night in their bedrooms.

As they woke up in the morning, it had not gotten better. Ámbar's throat hurt even more than usual and Luna felt her nose being all stuffed.

But the girls ignored it and went down to breakfast.

Sharon noticed it, however.

“You’re pale… both of you.”

“We are?” Ámbar asked, and the second she opened her mouth she sounded really hoarse. She coughed a bit.

“You look sick…” Sharon said. “And you’ve been sniffing this entire time, Luna.”

“Sorry, my nose is a bit stuffed…”

Sharon glanced at both of them, back and forth. “You do not look well.”

“We need to go to school,” Ámbar said.

“You shouldn’t go to school.”

“What?” Luna asked. “Our education is really important and we should prioritize it! Isn’t that what you always say?”

“In normal circumstances, yes, but if I send you away, your teacher will just send you home. Besides, Blake is good with sending home homework if you missed a day.”

Luna and Ámbar sighed. They didn’t want to get extra homework.

“Gosh, I don’t feel good…” Luna mumbled.

Sharon’s eyes widened and stood up quickly. She walked fast up to Amanda, who was cleaning the hallway. She snatched Amanda’s cleaning spray and pointed it at the girls.

“Go upstairs.”

“Are you ok?” Ámbar asked.

“I can’t get sick! I don’t want to get whatever virus you have. Upstairs!”

“But… school-”

“I’ll call them and tell them you’re sick, just get up! Now! Before I get smitten!”

“Ok, geez…” Luna said. She then proceeded to sneeze, which caused Sharon to just point the cleaning spray at them harder.

Luna sent a group text to her friends.

Luna: I’m sick today, so don’t wait for me before class!

Yam: I’M SICK TOO

Jim: ME TOO

Yam: Conspiracy theory: Ramiro’s fault?

Nina: I’m also sick!

Luna: Aw, so no one can give me homework notes?

Yam: Bold of you to assume I even take notes normally. I learn by listening as I draw in my notebook.

Yam: More or less learning, at least. I have mediocre grades. I still pass, though!

Nina: What a coincidence all of us got sick?

Yam: You’re sick because you swapped spit with Gastón and he swapped spit with Ramiro

Yam: Wait

Jim: My sister asked why I was laughing so much

Yam: Ahh Julia!! Say hi from me!

Luna: I thought your sister was named Aillén?

Jim: Aillén is my little cousin who’s obsessed with me because my Open music performances ended up on youtube and thus she assumes I am world famous. She dyed her hair red and everything for me.

Nina: That is adorable. Didn’t you say no one in your family actually has red hair except you?

Jim: Yep! I got a recessive gene or something. Aillén was always fascinated with it and had been wanting to dye it red herself for years.

Yam: Julia looks a lot like you, Nina, actually. Like it’s scary. She even has glasses.

Jim: She goes to Blake too, you must’ve seen her in the hallway at some point.

Nina: I’ll keep a lookout for her. Some day. When I’m not home sick.

Yam: I wish we could be sick together in the same house. When I was little I loved seeing best friends being sick together in tv shows and sharing a bed. It seemed so cozy.

Jim: Come over to my house!! We’ll be sick together

Yam: Really??

Jim: Yeah! Come over!

Yam: Ok yeah I’m coming!

Nina: Won’t you expose people outside of your germs on the way there?

Yam: I’ll wear a mask! It’s fine!

Luna wanted to write “Have fun on your date!” but she decided not to. She did understand why Yam was so excited, though, and she secretly hoped her two friends got even closer so that she could hear all the gossip.

Yam went over to Jim’s house quickly, trying not to cough too much on the way there. Luckily, Jim’s house was only 10 minutes away. Yet, she felt her energy dropping much quicker.

As she reached Jim’s house, she knocked on the door, and Jim’s older sister Julia opened.

“Yam! Hi! Oh, you don’t look good…”

“No, I’m sick, and Jim suggested I could come over and we could be sick together.”

Julia smiled. “That is so sweet. Come in… don’t touch me, but do come in.”

As Yam went in, Julia went out. “Well, I’m going to school now… have fun being sick. But not too much fun.”

“What do you mean?”

Julia gave her a knowing smile. “I observe more than you think. Have fun now, you two.”

Yam waved goodbye, feeling a bit unsure what she meant. She then turned to the staircase, as Jim was coming down with a blanket wrapped around her. She also had a blanket for Yam.

“Hi,” she said in a hoarse voice.

“Hello,” Yam replied, snickering.

“Let’s go to the living room. We’ll cozy up on the couch and watch a movie.” She threw the blanket to her.

“Sounds great.”

Luna and Ámbar were quarantined in their separate rooms.

Ámbar was lying with her laptop on her bed, wondering what to do. She had been checking random videos on youtube, but she felt like she needed something more.

She suddenly saw a video clip from a movie adaptation of a book series she had read a bit as a kid. She never watched the movie adaptation, as it had come out when she was a bit too old for the books and she didn’t find it interesting at that point.

Watching the clip, she realized how cheesy this movie seemed to be. She curiously read the comments, and to her delight, most people seemed to agree.

Imagine my disappointment when I saw this in theatres.

I refuse to acknowledge this movie’s existence. Let’s pretend it was just a collective fever dream.

This movie is the reason I started writing fanfiction about this franchise. To fix what the movie ruined!

Fanfiction… Ámbar knew what it was, but she had never really… read it before.

Curious, she went to search for some fanfiction of this book series. Not to really read any of them, but just to see what people wrote.

She found a website that seemed to just be for fanfictions. She wrote the book series in the search bar.

Only 200 fanfictions? She recalled this being way more popular… but maybe not that many were into writing fanfiction about it.

She scrolled through it. Some were only a few 1000 words, others were several chapters. Then she found one fanfiction.

50 chapters out of question mark, meaning that the author was still updating it. The latest update was yesterday.

”Well, I have nothing better to do…” Ámbar said to herself.

Simón sent Luna a text message.

I saw you were online. Aren’t you in school?

Luna quickly replied.

Nope! I’m sick today

She and Simón started texting.

Simón: Too bad! I’m gonna miss you skating today.

Luna: You’re probably not gonna see any of us! All of us got sick, basically.

Simón: What happened? Some sort of epidemic at your school?

Luna: We think Ramiro is the culprit. He was sick yesterday but came to school anyway.

Simón: Oof. Well… get some rest! I hope you get to just relax and enjoy junk food.

Luna: Junk food idk. But our maid comes in every other hour and asks what we want to eat, and then she brings us something from the kitchen. I could really eat a pizza right now… but we don’t have that in our kitchen.

Simón: I always forget you’re a rich kid with maids and stuff. A bit sad you don’t get to order takeout though.

Luna: I mean, we do get to, but Sharon gets disappointed in us. Plus it’s easier to just get what we got at home.

Simón: Hmmm… I have an idea

Luna: Tell me.

Simón: No, you’ll see.

Jim and Yam were looking really dazed at the TV. They didn’t know what to watch, and thus they just zapped on the tv and ended up on the kids channel. Right now there was some dubbed cartoon that they were too old to have known about before.

“That voice actress,” Yam said, “I’ve heard her everywhere.”

“How old is she?” Jim asked. “I feel like she’s been in every single dubbed kids show I’ve seen all of my life.”

“Yeah, like… is it hard to find new voice actors? Is this why they have the same like… 10 people on everything? What will you do when they pass away?”

“Don’t know!”

The kids show ended, and soon a new one began. This one was one that the girls recognized, as it was a show from their own childhoods that now seemed to air as a rerun.

“Oh, I haven’t seen this since I was like 8,” Yam said.

“Me neither! How fun that it still airs!”

They watched for a moment. Suddenly, Jim let out a chuckle.

“I forgot how funny this was!”

“I don’t think I found it as funny as I find it now!” Yam admitted. “But maybe we find it funny because we’re sick.”

“Maybe… but this show is like… on crack!”

Yam laughed.

“I love your laugh so much,” Jim said. “I know I’ve said that before, but I just… really love it.”

“Thank you…” Yam grinned. She stroked Jim with her foot.

They watched a little more of the show.

“You know, I actually think this isn’t a kids show, it’s a stoner show,” Yam said.”I don’t know if being sick and being high is the same thing, but I feel like stoners would love to watch this.”

“Yam… do you think we should be stoners?”

“Maybe in university.”

“Yeah, that sounds good… it feels like a university thing to do.”

Yam yawned. “Gosh, I feel so tired.”

“Should we take a nap?” Jim suggested. “We’ll go up to my bed and sleep together.”

Yam stared at her for a brief moment.

“What?” Jim asked.

“I…” Yam hated how her brain automatically thought of the dirtiest thing. “Nothing. Yeah, let’s go to your room.”

Luna was lying with her feet sticking up, leaning on the wall. She looked up at the ceiling.

She wanted to move. She was so understimulated.

She had been clicking a pen so much that it broke. So, she had now gone over to drumming on her nightstand.

Then Rey bursted into her room.

“Hey! Privacy!” Luna shouted.

“You’re very loud! ” Rey muttered. “Stop hitting your furniture.”

“You don’t decide over me!”

Rey sighed. “Please. Some of us are trying to work.”

“This is my room! And I’m sick!”

“I can hear that. So lay in bed and rest.”

“I cannot rest! I cannot sit still!”

“I am very aware… I’ve been trying to suggest to Sharon to maybe look that up, but she insists you just need discipline…”

Luna bounced on her bed. “Can you leave now? I don’t like you in my room.”

“If you stop drumming on furniture so that it bugs me.”

“Fine…”

She plopped down on her bed. What was there to do?

Suddenly, someone knocked on her door.

“Come in…?” she said curiously, as she let out a cough.

Someone with their back turned walked in slowly and closed the door. They then turned around.

Simón stood there, with a large smile and a pizza. “Are you hungry?”

Ámbar was completely stuck in this fanfiction. She had not thought about this franchise since she was maybe 11 years old, and yet, she was certain this random person online made the original source so much better.

She was 15 chapters deep now, and she just loved the language, the funny lines the characters got out… the author had also added some original characters, and Ámbar thought they added some flavor to the story.

She didn’t leave comments. She didn’t have an account, anyway. But, she did read some other people’s comments.

Punknotdead2012 commented on chapter 2: "Looking good this far! I need to ask if the hippie character they met is based on someone you know?"

Moondustfan commented on chapter 4: “I’m lying on the floor clutching my ribs of laughter!”

Punknotdead2012 commented on chapter 5: “Loved the scene between the captain and the starfighter, but I also once again need to ask if your hippie oc is based on someone you know.”

Fernandalikesrollerskating commented on chapter 8: “LMAO believe it or not I had an exact moment like this once with this guy on my roller skate team. A bit different since he was human and not an alien, but still.”

Punknotdead2012 commented on chapter 13: “IS. THE. HIPPIE. OC. BASED. ON. SOMEONE. YOU. KNOW?!?!?!?!?!?!”

It was also interesting seeing the author’s notes at the end of each chapter. It was like the author lived this really odd life.

Supernovagirl’s A/N chapter 3: “Sorry this took longer to post, my mom locked me inside my room and took my phone -.- But I hope the length could make up for it!”

Supernovagirl’s A/N chapter 6: “I had to rush this because my mom pushed my stepdaughter down some stairs and now blames ME and she wants me to go to Switzerland and stuff idk what to do… but hopefully next chapter won’t come out too late.”

Supernovagirl’s A/N chapter 10: “Thanks for all your nice comments! If you wonder why I wrote an extra long chapter today, well, I’m celebrating! I’m staying in this country, my mom is now in a facility and I feel safe! Life can only get better haha!”

Who knew someone with such a traumatic life could just have time to write the most wonderful fanfiction?

As she finished chapter 15, she checked the comments. Another one from Punknotdead2012 who never seemed to get an answer on their one question. But then, she noticed someone that she might know…

Sapphicskater commented on chapter 15:“As someone who’s also hopelessly in love with her best friend, I feel the struggles of both the characters and you, dear author, as you mentioned you’ve experienced this too. I wish me and my bestie could get locked inside a magical space closet too.”

It HAD to be Yam. Ok, not that Yam was not the only sapphic girl that skated and was hopelessly in love with her best friend, but… it must be.

Ámbar screenshotted it and sent it to Yam, asking if it was her.

She soon got a reply.

Yam: You woke me up. I took a nap.

Ámbar: Aren’t you in school?

Yam: Nope. I’m in bed with Jim.

Ámbar raised both of her eyebrows.

“Good for her…” she mumbled to herself.

Yam hoped her phone vibrating didn’t wake up Jim. Luckily, it didn’t seem to do that.

Jim was cute sleeping, even when sick.

Yam smiled and took the opportunity to snuggle into her, because she could. If Jim woke up, Yam could pretend she did that in her sleep.

She closed her eyes again and tried going back to sleep.

“Mm…” Jim mumbled. Yam squinted at her, smiled, and then closed her eyes again.

Then Jim mumbled again. Yam didn’t think much of it.

Until the mumbling started to sound more like moaning .

Yam wondered for a moment if maybe it was because Jim was sick, it sounded more like she was moaning in her sleep when she simply snored or even breathed.

But then, Jim started talking in her sleep.

“Yes… we can do that… mmmmm… I like that…”

“Jim?” Yam was really curious about what she was dreaming.

“Aah…”

Yam wondered if Jim was either having a really bad dream, or a really good dream. Since she mentioned that she liked something, the latter seemed more possible.

Maybe she’d just try to go back to sleep herself.

Or maybe she could answer Ámbar, since Ámbar asked her a question.

Yam: That is my fanfiction account… WAIT. You read fanfics, Ámbar Smith?

Ámbar: Let’s just say I’m bored as I am sick.

Ámbar: How was it being in bed with Jim?

Yam: I’m still in bed with Jim.

Ámbar: You’re texting as you’re being intimate? Interesting…

Yam: She’s sleeping for your information.

Ámbar: After your lovemaking session, I presume?

Yam: I wish.

Yam: FUCK why did I send that…

Yam: I mean

Yam: No we’re just sick together so I’m over at her house and we just took a nap and she’s still sleeping.

Ámbar: I’m gonna read your fanfictions

Yam: I was about to go “NOOO” but you know what? The ones I posted I think turned out quite well. I don’t think you’re in any of my fandoms though

Ámbar: That’s ok, then I’m just gonna treat it as an original story.

“Yam…” Jim mumbled.

Yam turned to her. “Yeah?” She thought Jim had woken up.

However, Jim seemed to still be asleep.

Jim made a moaning sound again, and then said it again. “Yam…”

Was Yam in her dream…?

Jim formed a rather satisfied smile.

“Yam… I love you.”

Yam’s heart started beating faster. She didn’t know what kind of dream Jim actually had. She didn’t know if the “i love you” was platonic or romantic, or whatever else. She didn’t know if Jim was just having a fever dream, even though it didn’t seem like any of them had a fever, just a nasty cold.

Yet, she smiled to herself, and hoped Jim remembered her dream when she woke up.

“I love you too, Jim.”

“Simón, what are you doing here?” Luna asked.

“I decided to give you some pizza!”

“Wow!”

Simón sat down. “I didn’t know exactly what your favorite pizza flavor was, but I went off vibes.” He opened the box to reveal a pizza with bacon on it.

“Wait, is this a pizza that exists?” Luna laughed.

“Apparently! And I thought it was perfectly chaotic for you!”

Before Luna could eat, he took a slice and fed her himself. She made eye contact with him as she chewed on the pizza.

“Delicious…”

“Really? I have to give it a taste!” Simón picked up his own slice. Meanwhile, Luna just stared at him.

Something in her belly tickled. She wondered at first if it was because she was sick and her body fought against anything she ate. But it felt… good.

“I hope I don’t get you smitten…” she said.

“Oh, it’s fine! I have four siblings! I’m pretty used to getting sick! Starting to get immune to it by this point, haha.”

“That’s good…” She took another pizza slice. “Mm! I don’t know how you actually could find out my pizza preference without me even having tasted this type of pizza before!”

“Well, I guess I have magical powers.”

She giggled.

“Are you the only one home sick today?” Simón asked.

“No, Ámbar is sick, too.”

“Aww… do you think she wants pizza?”

“I’m sure she does… you could go over and give her some.”

“Alright! I’ll go over and give her a slice. But then I’ll be back, ok?”

“Yeah…”

Luna felt really happy he was gonna come back to her. Though, she knew he’d probably want to be with Ámbar more. Even if they broke up…

A minute after Simón had left the room, Sharon suddenly opened the door. She didn’t go in, due to not wanting to be smitten.

“I heard loud noises. What are you doing?”

“I’m just being myself in my own room!” Luna replied.

Sharon looked at the pizza box like it was a weapon. “Where did you get a pizza from?”

“I don’t know! It just seemed to come from thin air! Weird, right?” Luna held up a slice. “Want some?”

Sharon stared at her in silence, before slowly closing the door.

Someone knocked on Ámbar’s door and she immediately closed her laptop. “Come in!”

Simón came in with a grin. “Surprise! Want a pizza slice?”

“Simón? What are you doing here?”

“I bought Luna pizza and I wanted to give you a slice!”

“Ok… why did you buy Luna a pizza?”

“I felt like it!”

Ámbar took the slice and ate it. “It was… ok, but a bit strange. Could you get me some wipes, my hands are sticky from pizza now…”

Simón handed over some wet wipes for her to wipe her hands with.

“So, what are you doing lying in bed sick?” Simón asked.

“I mostly check my laptop.”

“I see! What are you looking at?”

“Well…”

Simón crossed his arms and smirked. “Ámbar, it’s ok if you look at something embarrassing. I promise I’ve looked at worse things online than what you’ve ever seen.”

“Fine…” She opened her laptop and showed him. He immediately started laughing.

“Oh, fanfiction? Ámbar, that’s nothing to be ashamed of. I read it sometimes, too. Although. I prefer reading it out loud for my friends, it’s really entertaining.”

“I found Yam’s fanfiction account.”

“Yam’s? Oh my gosh, show me!”

He took a picture of Yam’s account. “I’m totally gonna read this later and then reference it to her!”

“She’s gonna be so surprised!”

“I know!”

Both chuckled.

“Well… get well soon, Ámbar. I need to go.”

“Yeah… see you!”

Ámbar still had a soft spot for Simón. She wasn’t sure if she still had romantic feelings for him, but he made her feel good.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed. It was from Emilia.

How’s it going? Wanna skate?

Emilia also made her feel good… but in another way.

Ámbar: Sorry, but I’m sick today.

Emilia: Are you really sick or are your weird guardian forcing you to be inside?

Ámbar: Well both, but I am actually sick. Like I cough and sneeze and shit

Emilia: Gnarly!

Emilia: I wish I was over there and fed you pizza or something

Ámbar: Haha.

She closed her eyes, and imagined Emilia coming over and seductively feeding her pizza.

Suddenly, Sharon came in. Not knocking, of course, this was her house and privacy was a privilege, not a right.

“Ámbar…” she said slowly.

“Hi, madrina.”

“I’m not gonna get close to you, but we need to discuss you being disobedient the other day.”

“Ok.” Ámbar was too sick to really feel anything about a lecture about her bad behavior.

Sharon closed the door, leaning against it to be as far away from Ámbar as possible. “You’re out of control, Ámbar, and I am wondering if there is some outside force influencing you to be like this.”

“No, I just feel grumpy over life.”

“How come?”

Ámbar sighed. “I’m raised by you, and you wonder why I feel grumpy over life?”

“See! Now you’re like that again! Rude and no respect for me.”

Ámbar felt like keeping her eyes up was harder for each second that passed.

“Why can’t you be like you were when you were little? Always listening and being respectful.”

“You never told me that when I was little. I tried and tried to please you, and it never seemed like it was enough for you. Eventually I guess I gave up, because it was no use anyway.”

Sharon crossed her arms. “I don’t remember what I said and didn’t say, but this is not the Ámbar I raised.”

Ámbar yawned, not really having the energy to care about anything Sharon said. “Well, I’m not 8 years old anymore.”

Sharon glanced at her. Suddenly, she felt a bit of sympathy, which she rarely felt.

“You really are sick right now, aren’t you?”

“Maybe…”

“I can see that… you look really tired.”

“I’d like to nap, actually. I don’t want to argue with you. I don’t have the energy for that.”

“You’re right. We shouldn’t argue. You should get some rest.”

Ámbar closed her eyes.

Sharon stared at her for a few moments. “Ámbar…?” she said carefully. No response.

She went as close as she could without feeling like she’d be at risk to be smitten.

She had put that little girl down for a nap when she was very young. She knew when Ámbar was actually sleeping.

She almost wanted to pet her, but… once again, she did not want to be sick.

Suddenly, Ámbar’s phone vibrated.

Curious, Sharon took it.

Emilia: Imagine that tho. You sitting there like a princess and me feeding you. Would be pretty hot lol

Sharon furrowed her eyebrows. What kind of language was this?

She wondered if she could unlock Ámbar’s phone.

Immediately, she walked out in the hallway.

“Rey! Come over here?”

Rey came very fast.

“Yes, Miss Benson?”

“Unlock this phone for me, please.”

“Right on it, Miss Benson.”

#i'm aware I have not released any previous chapters on tumblr like this #but i wanna start doing it with my fics #soy luna #lumón #jimyam #simbar #gastina

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space-cowboys-and-aliens · 1 year

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Off The Case

Jim Hopper x GNcoworker!Reader

Private love confession, coworkers, mutual feelings, clueless!reader, age gap (legal), height difference, bossy!Hopper, behind closed doors, surprisingly emotionally vulnerable!Hopper, affectionate!Hopper, praise!kink, not beta’d, no use of Y/N

Applies to Stranger Things 1-3

Summary: You’ve hidden your feelings towards Hopper for so long, it’s hindering your work. He notices you haven’t been the same recently, and becomes dead set on making it right.

Word Count: about 750

Rating: M (18+)

Minors do not engage

Hop and you on a case.

You have been acting weird recently: avoidant, withdrawn, melancholy. Not fully yourself. He can tell something is eating at you and he finally pulls you away from the investigation.

One day, he leads you into an empty conference room while you both are at the station.

He knows you are probably going through something you do not want to talk about or mix work/personal.

So he tries to give you time off the case.

Back on desk duty for the moment, which you do NOT want, insisting you are fine even if it will keep you away from him.

He keeps getting frustrated that he cannot do anything to help you. Still asking if this is serious, if you are sick, or having guy troubles (bristling at the thought).

“No, and you can’t make this go away.”

“Why not? I’m the Chief of Police,”

he smirks.

“Because.”

You look up at him, straight in the eye. Your lungs feel like they are about to buckle and your stomach drops to your tailbone.

You find you cannot hide anymore.

Lowering your voice-

“Because you’re the guy who’s giving me trouble, Hop. And I can’t make that go away, no matter how much I’ve tried.”

Do not break eye contact do not break ey-

“I’m in love with you, and I’ve been in love with you for far too long now, a stupid amount of time.”

His eyes have been widening with every word, eyebrows following further up to his hairline.

“And I know it’s stupid, I’m just a kid-”

your voice breaking a bit but you recollect.

“With a stupid crush. Who will grow out of it eventually, I know. I just need time, but that hasn’t been working so far,”

you started out of the room.

“I apologize if it affected my work and my performance here. I never meant for it to and had no idea-”

Jim grabs your hand, preventing you from packing any more files into your briefcase.

“Stop talking.”

Stern like you’ve only heard a few times before.

You turn to look at him, your hand still engulfed in his.

He uses the other to lift his hat from his head and drop it. He shakes his head softly.

In a whisper, air punched out,

“Stop talking,”

as he moves in closer to you.

And before you can respond, his lips reverently join yours in a crash that splits atoms in your skull. You barely get any oxygen in before his hands are moving up the sides of your face, mouths meeting over and over again until you try to pull away.

“Jim, don’t-”

“Stop. Talking,”

he gasps, desperate for your taste more so than any air passing between the two of you.

“Stop talking,”

his fingers gripping the back of your head.

“Stop,”

arm trailing around your back.

“Talking,”

deep inhale as he finishes the word.

Like he was trying to breathe you in.

You moan and melt into him. He lets himself fall into the chair behind him where he does not have to bend down to get to you, standing at his eye level now.

He finally breaks away to take you in, hand running over and through your hair, eyes shining ardently. “My angel,” he whispers. “You’re an angel, you know that?”, he says. Looking at you this way, you know he believes it. You cannot.

“I never, ever thought I’d hear you say that to me,”

cupping your cheek, kissing your forehead, then temple, cheekbone, eyelid, nose, forehead, hairline, until he drags you onto his lap and you clamor over his spread thighs.

His hat had long gone to the floor behind him for you to rake your hands through his hair, resting your elbows on his massive shoulders.

He kisses you like you are his last drink before a marathon, nails digging into your hips. Like you would disappear if he does not keep you here. And you feel like it, too.

“Wanted you for so long,” between kisses

“Felt so wrong for it,” he confesses.

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#pt 2?#to be continued?#jim hopper #chief hopper #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #jim hopper fanfic #jim hopper fanfiction #david harbour #chief jim hopper #gn reader #gnc reader

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rosettastarlight · 1 year

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Since I’m finally feeling better, and I figured I should get this all out now before the life gets sucked out of me by the joy that is customer service during the Holidays, bleh, but this is basically headcanons I’ve got for the au where Jim Hopper and Vance Hopper are father and son. Obviously, this is full au since I’ve already discussed canon compliant because the timelines match up a lot better than you think for a tragic backstory, but anyway! Full au entails the Black Phone taking place around 1983 or 1984 which would make Vance only about a year or two above El (I can never see him past 14 whenever I post about him, so he’s 14 when he moves to Hawkins and 13 when he was kidnapped), where Vance ends up moving to Hawkins after his dad insists on seeing him more because both the Grabber and Disappearance of Will Byers would, um, definitely be incidents that made Hopper realize life’s too short.

I feel like I should also mention I personally headcanon Vance as autistic, and I might give him traits I myself have. Also, that in this au, Vance would have been born in 1969-70 instead of 1964 to fit, and that the “Refrigerator mom theory” was only just starting to be discredited in the 60s and 70s, which was a theory people believed meant autism and neurodivergent symptoms in general were the parents’ fault because they didn’t give their child the correct amount of love and attention they should have during their developmental years. With that aside, I kinda tend to ramble, so if this is long, I’m sorry.

It’s mostly about some I have about Vance in general and the Hopper family before Sarah died, so on we go!

Hopper was still very much nervous about having kids due to the stories he heard from old friends who were exposed to Agent Orange with him, about their kids being born wrong or not at all, so he'd never been more relieved or happy when Vance was born perfectly fine if a little early. He figured he maybe got lucky, and wasn’t quite as anxious or felt as guilty about withholding the risks from Diane when she told him she was pregnant again nearly a year later.

Of course, when Sarah got sick with cancer, Jim realized he wasn’t the one that was lucky, Vance was, and he does wonder to himself sometimes through the years if maybe the reason Vance is so “different” is because the chemicals were passed down to him through Jim, too, just in a different way.

The camera shot of Hopper crying in the hospital stairwell is through the perspective of nine-year-old Vance who realized in that moment his sister was never getting better because his father never cries.

Vance is very touch averse unless you're close to him like friends, his parents or Sarah, and even then a warning is best, from behind is not advised without letting him know its you (after escaping the Grabber, coming up and touches from behind was completely off limits for a long while, it sent him into full fight or flight mode and you know exactly which one he's gonna pick), and sometimes touch can still get too much and he will make it known. He reacts really badly otherwise, if you are not close and you touch him, you get a warning on good days by just pushing you away and on bad days, expect him to swing at you.

Vance is not good at reading social cues or how he's supposed to react in certain situations, which results in his rude and standoffish behavior.

When he likes something, he gets very cautious with anything different, someone once posted that getting Vance to try something new is like getting a feral cat into a bath, and that's all I can see.

When getting instructions, Vance needs them super specific, he'll ask questions and such of what exactly he's doing or grabbing, it drives Jim up the wall and he tries to stay patient when Vance is practically interrogating him or when he's not specific enough which ends with Vance bringing back or doing the wrong thing he was supposed to.

This is both because Hopper knows his son just wants to be sure and do a good job and because he knows if he loses his temper and snaps at him, Vance will bring or do the wrong thing on purpose out of pure pettiness and spite.

Jim and Vance's similarities both divide them and bring them together. When Vance was a kid, it helped bond them because while Jim didn't entirely understand what Vance had, he did understand Vance got angry easily the same way he did when he was younger (although for different reasons, Jim because his dad was a fairly abusive douchebag, and Vance because he is easily overstimulated and had a lot of meltdowns.), and tried ways that helped his anger issues to help Vance that actually worked somewhat.

Big Hopper taught little Hopper how to fight. He thought it might help Vance to get the anger out since sometimes, to him, you just need to hit something, and would often encourage him to playfight or practice his punches when he could see Vance start to get overwhelmed at home.

Diane fought with him about it because she didn't like him encouraging violence to solve problems.

Hopper would also playing loud music on the car radio that he knew Vance liked to calm him down by being able to listen to just one, constant sound while he quietly coached him through breathing techniques.

Overall, neither he nor Diane really understood how to deal with Vance, they did try their best with varying results, but every now and then Vance tries to let them know the effort’s still appreciated.

Jim honestly doesn't mind Vance's aversion and just chooses to appreciate that he must be doing something right that Vance feels safe enough around him to consider his touch familiar and calming.

When they were still married, Diane mostly handled Vance since he needed to be handled somewhat delicately because of his aversions and hypersensitivity but at the same time needed to be taught his behavior wasn’t okay when the teacher called home for the tenth time that week on Wednesday. Meanwhile, because of Jim’s hesitance to be too strict or get angry with either of his kids, he let Sarah get away with a lot.

Daddy’s girl Sarah and Mama’s boy Vance.

I’m taking more my experiences with my brother as kids for this one since we don’t know a lot about Sarah.

Sarah and Vance were pretty close, actually, despite their differences, though Vance had to be reminded a few times to be gentle with his sister. Sometimes, the cute aggression would take hold, and he’d tackle her, poke, or pinch her playfully, and once or twice just pick her up to show he could and carry her around the house like a big teddy bear.

They would chase each other a lot and bring back home sticks, rocks, and whatever poor unfortunate worm they found on the sidewalk or grass outside.

They both loved animals and the zoo, and while never successful, would hide from their parents whenever they lured home a stray animal from mice to dogs.

Even as a kid, Vance would probably try to catch baby alligators if you let him, and “No, honey, you cannot pet the giant snake, just because it’s friend-shaped does not mean it’s a friend.”

Like most siblings, they did get into fights that would turn into brawls, but despite what Jim would ever believe, 8 times out of 10, Sarah did start it and she was a biter.

This is getting really long, so I’m just gonna make this part 1 of 2 and get back to this later.

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Can I request a Shane and Molly holiday sickfic where they’re trying to celebrate but then they both get sick?

Words: 1367

Title: We'll Share A Cup Of Kindness Yet

Hey hi hello anon and thanks for the request. This suited my current, continued need for small drabble prompts perfectly, and as soon as I read this cute post by @sickromancer, I immediately thought of my favorite medical couple and this prompt, and here we are. Glad I could get this out before the end of the official holiday season. Sorry if you guys are sick of Christmas stuff. That was the holiday that worked best with my vision for this. This may not quite be what you asked for in the prompt, but I think it speaks to the intention anyway. I wrote this in like an hour and it’s barely proofread, so forgive any errors, and also forgive the ending since I couldn’t figure out where to stop it. It is also so sappy and sickly sweet, but that’s all I ever want to write for Shmolly. So warning for that I guess lol.

This house party was standing room only, so everyone was forced into a perpetual state of milling around, snacking and small talking. Events like this were Molly’s worst nightmare, and it was so full here that there was no hope of finding a corner in which to hide even for a little bit. To make matters worse, Molly was also sick. It had been coming on for a few days, but only those who knew her best had been able to tell until recently. It had progressed to being visible to the rest of the world less than eight hours ago, and the timing of this fancy Christmas party couldn’t be worse in that regard.

Sarah, Molly’s best work friend, lingered near the dark-haired woman, ready to swoop in and intervene if Molly started to get that uncomfortable, panicky look her friend knew all too well. Sarah was only here because Molly had asked her to be, and Molly was only here because Shane had asked her to be. However, since Shane was busy playing the role of ‘charismatic up-and-coming young doctor’ elsewhere in the house, someone had to keep an eye on Molly and keep her from going crazy. Molly was fine for now, though, chatting with the hostess about books. In fact Sarah wished someone would swoop in and save her instead. With nothing better to do, she listened idly to Molly’s conversation, nibbling the food from her tiny plate.

“I’ve actually been on a classics kick lately, reading and rereading those books from those ‘Books You Need to Read Before You Die’ lists. I just read The Alchemist for the first time and found it really interesting,” Molly was saying happily, though Sarah heard her audibly sniffling. “I really loved– sorry, just a moment…” Molly turned away awkwardly, dabbing at her nose and giving a half-hearted blow in an attempt to do damage control while doing her best not to spoil her makeup. “Sorry, I think I’m coming down with something. Me and the rest of the world, right? Just in time for Christmas.”

The hostess laughed merrily. “Jim just got over a cold a day or two ago too. It’s that time of year unfortunately, and health care workers take the brunt of it. But back to the classics, I also loved the Alchemist. Such a simple story, yet he managed to impart so much depth and meaning.”

Sarah sighed, tuning out again. Molly was clearly settling in for a long chat, rhinovirus and all. Good for her. It was dull to listen to people talk about books you’ve never read, however. By now her plate was empty, so Sarah began to maneuver her way back to the kitchen for something else to snack on, and maybe some punch.

In the kitchen, she ran into none other than Shane, almost literally. He was standing in the doorway, talking loudly to some other young doctors, all of them holding cocktails. Shane of course had the floor, and Sarah didn’t have time to catch what he was talking about before he paused suddenly, then lurched forward into a muffled sneeze, crushed into the napkin he was holding. He sprang up as the others chuckled, scrubbing at his nose.

“... and I have a fucking cold,” he groaned, clearly playing up his misery for the laughs. Sarah couldn’t help but laugh too, slipping past them on her way to the punch bowl. So that’s where Molly had caught her cold. Or had it been the other way around? That was one of the few benefits of being single, Sarah thought to herself as she loaded up another tiny plate. At least there wasn’t anyone to swap germs with constantly.

~~~

The party had ended, they had dropped Sarah off at her apartment, and Shane and Molly had made their way back to the condo. Shane had gone immediately to the bedroom to remove his tie and stiff shirt and shoes. He expected Molly to be right behind him, but when he had fully changed into pajamas and she still hadn’t joined him, he went in search of her.

His lovely wife hadn’t made it out of the living room and was instead sitting on the arm of the couch, staring at the Christmas tree, the twinkling lights illuminating the otherwise dark room, sparkling and shimmering off of everything, especially her glittery red dress. It was a breathtaking sight, and Shane had to be a part of it. He padded to her side and looped an arm around her shoulders. She leaned into his embrace willingly, though she didn’t take her eyes off the tree.

“Whatcha thinkin’, love?” he murmured, his lips brushing her hair.

“I’m thinking that I’m actually starting to like holidays again thanks to you,” she said, her voice almost as hoarse and gravelly as his. She turned to look at him with a tired-eyed smile, the dim light somehow accenting her red, chapped nose, which also matched what he had seen in the mirror. “I’m thinking I love string lights. We should put them up year round. And I’m thinking I really, really hate colds.”

How could she say so much in so few words? Shane could only marvel at her, unsure whether to laugh or cry. He settled for a soft chuckle, but the sound caught in his throat and became a cough instead, which somehow covered both bases nicely. “Yes to the year round string lights. And I’m sorry I gave you my cold.” In a fluid motion, he pulled her onto his lap and took her place on the couch arm, wrapping his arms around her securely. “And I’m honored that I get to spend the rest of my life helping you like holidays again. It’s a responsibility I will never take for granted.”

The last part was whispered into her ear as she nuzzled her cheek against his. They remained just like that for a long time, their breathing in sync, letting the peace of the moment wash over them.

However, eventually their shared cold demanded attention once more. Shane freed one of his arms to dig in his pocket for a tissue, pressing it to his nose just in time to stifle a sneezing fit, taking great care to avoid sneezing directly on the woman in his lap.

“Bless you, hon,” Molly murmured once he was finished, kissing his cheek.

“Thanks,” he sniffled, scrubbing the back of his hand under his nose since the tissue was now useless. “I hope we didn’t pass this along to anyone at the party.”

“I hope so too,” Molly sighed. “It just figures. This is the first time I’ve gone to a Christmas party in years, and I have a cold, which I probably ended up giving to the hospital CFO’s wife.”

“If you did it won’t set in for a few days, meaning she won’t be sick for Christmas. Unlike us.” He checked his watch. “Speaking of which… Merry Christmas, baby.”

“Merry Christmas.” They shared a tender kiss.

When they broke apart, Molly was smiling mischievously. “Whatever Christmas present you got me better be pretty damn good to make up for this awful gift you already gave me,”

“First of all, I always get you amazing presents. So yes, your Christmas present is pretty damn good. But secondly, you knew I was getting sick a few days ago and you still kept kissing me like you always do. I think that means the blame falls totally on you. And this gift isn’t all bad anyway. We get to cancel all the plans we want to for the next few days and stay home in our pajamas. Sounds pretty good to me.”

“You know what… you make a good point.” Molly dug out her own tissue just then, wiping and blowing her nose thoroughly. “I miss being able to breathe through my nose, though.”

“Me too. Maybe Christmas hot chocolate will help.”

“Hot chocolate always helps. And I can’t think of a better way to spend the midnight between Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. It's very Auld Lang Syne.”

“All for you, my dear,” Shane murmured, brushing his lips over her ear once more.

#my ocs #shmolly ocs #answered asks #prompt fill #sickfic #tooth rotting fluff #holiday sickfic #idk why I can't do long form right now but whatever #I'll keep writing drabbles as long as I have prompts for them #kinda love how this came out especially with how little time it took #but then again I always love shmolly stuff #ask box story

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