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[gatitties]

Web of love

─Yandere!Jujutsu Kaisen x fem!reader (platonic)

─Summary: forced to abandon your family and being spit out into a world of curses where everyone seems to gravitate towards you

─Warnings: a little angst¿ obsession, toxic behaviors, yandere stuff

Part Two / Part Three / Part Four

The blank pages: Part One

ok I had a burst of inspiration and I needed to write also need more platonic yanderes for jjk 😔 (I'll probably write another part because I left out many characters and villains… 😈)

SOMETIMES you think that you had to do something very terrible in your old life, something unforgivable and unimaginable to be punished right now, sometimes you think that the easiest thing would be to bang your head against the wall until you are stupid enough to have a caregiver and stop worrying about many things.

You just wanted to help your parents with the family business, being a time of high demand in the hostelry sector, taking advantage of your school holidays, you loved your family very much and helping in the business was the least you could do.

But the moment a group of children come in screaming excitedly and running from one side to the other you lost your nerve, yes, they are kids celebrating a birthday, but so much activity, noise and annoyance made a vein swell on your forehead, you were reaching the limit, but at least there were only a couple of hours left to be able to close and surreptitiously remove the last people with brooms.

You swore you were losing years and hair, that the minutes passed slower and slower as if you were stuck in an endless hour.

"I think if you keep squeezing the tray like that you'll break it, honey."

Your mother squeezed your shoulder, you turned to look at her, she was behind the bar, cleaning with a cloth while she glanced at you from time to time, she certainly knew how to detect when you were losing your temper, after all she saw you have many crises nervous before.

"Sorry, you know I can't stand so much movement and annoying noises, it's exhausting."

"Oh, I think you can go home if you want, you've done enough for today miss."

A new voice joined in, your father made way with a couple of plates, he left them on the bar to place his hands on your shoulders and rub circles on them, calming you with his touch, you smiled in agreement, your mood improving as you heard that you can go home once and for all, they wouldn't have much work at this hour.

"Don't forget the jacket love, it's already night and it's cold outside!"

"I know mom, bye, love you two!"

You shouted as you were already walking through the door, you waved to both of them before walking out onto the lonely streets, luckily your house wasn't too far from the family business. Without wasting time you grabbed your faithful life companions, your headphones, connecting them to your phone to listen to music at a ridiculously high volume. You let music be your final destination, if you ever suffer an accident, at least it'll be listen to something you like.

Moving your head slightly to the rhythm of the sound, looking at the ground as your legs moved on their own, knowing the way back by heart, you concentrated on drowning out the thoughts leaving your mind blank, it wasn't very difficult since you barely had enough active neurons at this time to have too deep thoughts.

"Huh?"

Some mist came out of your mouth when you felt something tiny cling to your leg, confused, you looked down with a blank look and an imperturbable face, you saw like a kind of fairy-bug, a strange thing was sticking to your leg, looking at you with eyes of a kicked dog. Oh yeah, you started seeing these kinds of creatures, monsters, whatever they are, a couple of months ago when you decided to walk into a 'witchcraft' shop just because a bracelet seemed cute to you.

When you wanted to question the old woman who sold it to you ─after checking that you hadn't spent too much time on the Internet to be hallucinating─ she was no longer there, as if she had disappeared from the face of the earth, no one seemed to remember her except of you.

You grimaced, holding the little thing carefully, pushing it away from you as if you had just taken unidentified food out of the sink after having washed the dishes, without hesitation you threw it like it was a snot, you didn't even hear the squeal that came from it as it crashed to the ground because you hadn't turned the music down.

You continued your path, ignoring how more of those monsters began to appear, larger ones, with more or less human shapes, you didn't know if you had reached the point of emotional exhaustion that you no longer cared about those things, or you were so desensitized to certain things that you barely changed your expression.

"Help… help please… my son- oh- it burns…"

Your feet stopped suddenly, almost falling face first to the ground as you felt one of those monsters cling to your arm like an old woman crossing the street with a helper, looking at you with tears flowing down her cheeks, murmuring things you wouldn't understand if you weren't able to read lips, her hand went higher and higher, absorbing your body in a kind of wrestling-like lock-hug.

If you could you would pinch the bridge of your nose, you started to struggle with the woman, she started screaming the further you got away from her, you cursed silently when you couldn't get her off. This was it, the only thing that bothered you about seeing strange things was that they clung to you as if you were some kind of helper or salvation, you are not a saint, you are not a savior, you were nobody, but they kept coming to you like bees to pollen.

"Looks like you need some help"

You turned your head slowly, dramatizing the side eye you gave to that familiar voice, you heard by chance because of the song change and the small silence, but you could feel his presence for miles. Your frown deepened as you saw the albino look at you with a smile, oh, not only did you have to deal with these curses on your own, as if that were not enough, being one of the few people capable of perceiving these things certain people became interested in you. Sorcerers, it was funny, you didn't believe in magic until you saw this albino lunatic exorcise a curse in front of your eyes, even though you were somewhat skeptical, you refused to attend his institute, but they kept showing up to persuade.

"No, I can take care of this."

"Aw sure, go ahead then, I want to see how you do it."

This time you didn't listen to shit, but his shit eating smile told you everything you wanted to know, you started to struggle with the cursed woman again, it didn't work until you started talking to her. You found it was easier if you tried to give comforts to the poor cursed souls, and you had to do it reluctantly on these types of occasions, removing your headphones for greater concentration. You were terrible at comforting people, so it was like an uphill climb to get that curse to leave you alone.

"And that was ten minutes, you could have done it in twenty seconds if you knew how to use cursed energy."

"Just get lost, I already said no."

"We are offering you free knowledge, how can you refuse it?"

"Aren't public schools there for that?"

"There are no exorcization courses that I know of."

You rubbed your face desperately, you didn't want to learn sorcery, you didn't want to get in trouble, you didn't want to have to comfort anyone, you wanted your simple life, helping your parents, studying, getting a decent job. What kind of future would guarantee you knowing how to control that cursed energy? Clearly nothing good.

"I'm going to put it another way… you attract cursed energy, until now you have been lucky enough to find desperate souls in search of comfort, but what will happen when something much worse is stalking you? Something that seeks blood, your blood."

"Then I'll die, isn't it obvious?"

You raised your thumb with a sarcastic smile, you were too tired to continue a conversation, unfortunately Gojo's next words resonated in your head like a scratched record.

"What if they were your parents? They will not be safe by your side, as I said you attract bad energies."

A lump formed in your throat, letting a shaky breath escape your lips, he watched in silence as he had managed to hit your weak spot, your family, it was something you wouldn't change for the world, they were people who would die for you without a second thought, and just like them, you would give your life for them, they showered you with love and affection, the least you could do was protect them from your own problems.

As annoying as it was to give Gojo an affirmative answer, you had to swallow your pride for a greater reason, and just a week later you were already making the move. Covered as a kind of “Erasmus”, your parents were happy that you were going to explore and meet friends on your own, you wanted to tell them that you didn't want to go, that they would refuse to allow that decision, but that wasn't the case.

Then began what seemed like torture for you, as if you had fallen into a spider web and the more you struggled, the more you got caught in the webs. It was strange, everyone there seemed to have knowledge about who you were and where you came from while you were completely uninformed, it felt strange to be greeted so warmly by unknown people, inside you it was stressful to receive such a degree of attention, but you kept your expression unfazed.

You were like an extension of Megumi, only less expressive and definitely more stupid, you had no thoughts beyond your lost eyes staring into space, nothing made you flinch, nothing made you laugh, nothing made you have a hint of emotion that wasn't nervousness or tiredness. And yet the three first-year students, your classmates, could hear how you tried to drown out your nightly sobs, longing for your home and your family, how you secretly laughed lightly when you saw something stupid on your phone. Why didn't you want to share your emotions with them? Weren't they good enough for you?

You don't know what you triggered by strictly trying not to get emotionally close to people who from one day to the next could be in a grave, just because you couldn't stand it, just because you couldn't stand giving up more parts of your little heart to have them break later.

Itadori started to stick to you like a sticker, are you going for a walk? He needs to stretch his legs, do you want to laze around? He too! He is new to this world of curses like you, so he thinks it is better that you help each other in the face of complications and training. The first time he saw how a curse clung to you for comfort it almost gave him a seizure, he would never think he would be able to exorcise something so quickly, it worried him how used you were to being 'attacked' like that constantly and it only increased his worry, he needed to keep you safe from this dangerous world, it was a promise.

Megumi felt sorry, unlike him you had a normal and happy family, people to turn to, a little envious, he wasn't going to lie, but he tried to make you as comfortable as possible, maybe a little too paranoid about your well-being now that you were a novice unwilling to learn, he felt like he was your big brother, he wasn't going to take an eye off you even for a second, you could get hurt or worse and he had already experienced the bitter feeling.

Nobara was persistent that you open up to her, after all girls should be close, maybe she got too obsessed with that phrase when she watched suspiciously as Itadori dragged you to do something stupid ─against your will but without the energy of to refuse─ and you weren't going with her to have a snack or shopping, she felt a pang in her heart, what if she's not there and something happens? She doesn't trust anyone to take care of you, everyone is inept in her eyes.

Gojo proclaimed himself your fake father, no matter how hard he tried, he would in no way replace the real one, but if he wanted to play the family game you would let him if that made him happy. His attitude was the one that bothered you the most because it made you look like a helpless person at his side, he made you look like you needed him to take care of you. You accepted being the weakest link, but you could fight your own battles, especially after discovering some of your abilities, but he wouldn't allow it, you're too adorable to let go.

After some tests, missions and training, they discovered that your cursed energy acted like an antenna, attracting all curses that wanted to be forgiven or sought freedom. You were cursed with the 'gift' of forgiving and freeing from torture curses that wanted to cease to exist, and you acted as a peacemaker on some occasions. Luck was definitely not on your side or it was kicking you for having laughed at so many other people's sorrows on the internet, couldn't you punch? Kicks? Do voodoo? Summon shikigami? No, you had to pat and release cursed souls.

You didn't have enough suffocating attention from the sorcerers that you also had to have that from the curses. You were going to look for the old woman who cursed you the day you entered her store in another life and you were going to sacrifice her in the name of barbatos.

"Hey there you were! We're going out to dinner, are you coming?"

Nobara opened your door without knocking, you didn't stop looking at the ceiling while you lay motionless in your bed, you shook your head slowly in denial, you weren't in the mood, you were never in the mood.

"Don't talk nonsense, there is no way you can stay here alone, come on, come on! Gojo will pay for everyone."

Itadori entered immediately, pulling your wrist to drag you, you slid off the bed like a dead body, looking blankly at the boy who was giving you a puppy dog look, it wasn't that that made you accept, but if you didn't accept you would pass more time arguing with them in a useless way. You had learned to accept your destiny, you had learned to stay still in that web, maybe if you manage not to move you can free yourself, just maybe.

"I'm glad you decided to accept! It is good to have bonding time with your classmates and teacher, it encourages communication."

You nodded, looking absentmindedly at your phone, scrolling through the screen without looking at anything in particular but not wanting to have to look at the albino's expression, he knew you were going to accept, he knew you were going to go with them because they wouldn't give you any other option. He put his arm around your shoulders dragging you towards the car while he chattered things that went in one ear and out the other.

"Will you sit next to me?"

" No way, she will sit with me!"

And the tug of war began between Itadori and Nobara over who you would sit next to, too stubborn to 'share' if you sat in the middle, they would prefer to be the only ones next to you, Megumi on the other hand was the smartest when entering the first, if he sat in the middle he would assure him that you would sit next to him, however, absorbed in the discussion, they did not notice how you moved towards the passenger seat, end of the discussion and the headache, now you just had to rack your brain thinking about how to solve the fight next to who you would sit at while eating without giving anyone the benefit.

Sometimes you think that you had to do something very terrible in your old life, something unforgivable and unimaginable to be punished right now, sometimes you think that the easiest thing would be to bang your head against the wall until you are stupid enough to have a caregiver and stop worrying about many things, now you had four caregivers but no concussion, for now.

[blossom-works]

The Apple of His Eye

A peek into the life of the Kennedy household with a gentle cocker spaniel, a nurturing mother, a protective father, and their oh-so-adorable little human.

Original prompt

A/N: OC is the same OC from His Sunshine

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Leon's eyelids start to flutter at a familiar sound. His tired mind slowly lulls itself back to sleep. A few seconds later, his ears pick up at the same sound. Leon tries to go back to sleep but a loud babble forces his brain to kick his body into high gear. The babbling gets louder and louder.

'Doesn't sound like she's crying.' Leon compromises. If she really needs him or her mother, she will start crying. Finding a rational excuse, Leon sinks himself further into the mattress. Just a few more seconds and Leon will be back in dreamland.

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Wrong.

The baby monitor transmits a loud screech, compelling Leon to open his eyes and kick his legs over the edge of the bed. Hhm, that is weird. The other side of the bed is empty. Where are you? The squawking does not give Leon enough time to think.

"Okay. Okay. I'm on my way, bunny." Leon grumbles while shutting the monitor off. The distance from the master bedroom to the nursery is only a couple of feet away. In fact, both rooms are located at the opposite sides of the staircase. The master bedroom is at the left, down a mini-way. The nursery is the door directly to the right of the staircase. Per routine, Leon looks down at the door to see Shiloh tapping her paws against the wooden floor, awaiting her chance to say "good morning" to her little human.

Pushing the door open, Leon gives the medium-sized dog to enter the decorated room. When the DSO agent first encountered BOWs, he never thought that he would get married and have a kid. It was something pre-Raccoon City Leon thought about, but that wishful thinking quickly left the man after the events of '98. It was not until after your one-year wedding anniversary did Leon really started thinking about having kids. He discussed his desire with you which led to some serious baby-making.

Leon never had any experience with babies before Eri was born. He never changed a diaper and he never held a baby. Kids, Leon was comfortable around. They know how to use the bathroom on their own, and they mostly run around all day. The cherry on it all was that Leon would be raising his baby from day one. As soon as that baby popped out of you, Leon would be a father.

Your pregnancy with Eri was relatively easy. You did not experience morning sickness or many aversions to food or cravings. You did get emotional here and there, giving Leon some serious whiplash. Most of the time you were just tired. Leon forbade you from doing field work when you told him you were pregnant. He was even able to convince the president to give Leon domestic cases so he could be closer to you.

After Eri was born, Leon's view of the world permanently changed. As much as Leon hates his job, the moment he held Eri, Leon knew he would be a DSO agent until his late fifties. Maybe early sixties. Why? Leon needs to do everything he can to make sure his little girl can live in a world without the worry of bioterrorism. When you took Eri home, Leon used his connections to up his home's security system.

Changing diapers. Bathing. Changing clothes. Cleaning spit up. Diaper explosions. Late-night feedings and changings. You name it, Leon did it. It was definitely a learning process for him, but you were able to show Leon the ropes. Thank goodness that you had experience with babies. You spent your teenage years babysitting your little cousins, and your older brother and sister have kids of their own. Lord knows the chaos that would have erupted if the both of you were clueless about babies and raising them.

Leon loves fatherhood. His own childhood (at least the parts he remembers) was not a happy one. His parents got into some sketchy stuff with equally sketchy people. Their family was always on the run. Then, Leon was orphaned. Eri is Leon's chance to make up for his childhood. He would be the father he never had. You would be the mother Leon wished he had growing up. The two of you would give Eri the childhood Leon never had.

Shiloh claws at the crib, whining through the wooden bars.

"Calm down, girl. I'll get her in a sec."

The baby stops her crying when she sees her father. Cheeks are free from tears. Leon lightly pinches her chubby cheek. "You little faker." He coos. On most mornings, Eri would whine and fake cry to get her parents' attention. She would always greet them with a mischievous smile that said, "Ha ha, I tricked you. Now pick me up!"

"Morning, bunny." Leon picks his daughter up by her armpits and holds her against his chest. Morning cuddles with his baby girl are one of Leon's favorite ways to start his day. The others are cuddling with his wife and umm...cuddling with his wife. Eri nuzzles against Leon's t-shirt, further messing up her brown hair. Other than her eyes and hair, Eri looks just like you.

After their morning routine, Leon lays Eri down on the changing table. His daughter looks around at the wall beside her and her curious hands try to grab at the garland of stars. With his quick reflexes, Leon stops her.

"Nu-uh. Your mom would yell at me if you pulled that down."

You spent days planning Eri's nursery. A couple of those days were just trying to figure out the theme of it. Leon told you that he did not care, which ended up biting him in the ass. You wanted his opinion, but you forgot that the man is not well-versed in home decor. Eventually, you narrowed your options down to a night sky/starry night theme. Leon never heard about this website called "Etsy" until then. So. Much. Shit. You bought off that place.

You even had your baby shower themed the same to keep things simple. Since most of your family lives in Georgia or the Carolinas, you had the baby shower in Atlanta. The Redfields, Jill, and some of your FBI friends came down to celebrate too. In this entire room, Leon's favorite object is the framed footprints on the wall. You asked your nurse to print Eri's feet on cardstock so you could hang up. Every month since Eri's birth, you and Leon make it a goal to stamp Eri's feet. A cute memorabilia for the two of you.

Clean bum, check. Now Leon needs to feed his baby. Putting her down on the living room carpet, Leon rummages through the fridge. On the second shelf, he sees two plastic-wrapped plates. The bigger plate, his plate has a note on it. It says, "Good morning, handsome. I left for a quick trip to the grocery store. I made you and Eri some breakfast to keep your morning easy. All you need to do is cut up an apple for her. I already fed Shiloh, so don't worry about her. - Sunshine <3"

God, you are amazing. Leon heats up Eri's plate first. Like Leon, she tends to get hangry. After heating the small plate up, Leon sets it aside to let it cool and he takes an apple from the fridge and cuts it into bite-sized pieces (while also getting his "dad tax" in).

'Wait a minute...It's too quiet.'

Putting the pairing knife down, Leon wipes his hands with the kitchen towel and looks for his daughter.

"Eri? Where are you, apple?" Leon peeps from over the couch and his daughter is nowhere to be seen. He calls out to her again. Great. Another game of hide-n-seek. Eri's favorite game to play. If you leave the little girl alone for long enough, Eri will wander off and hide. He blames you for introducing the game to her. You would hide around the house with Eri, waiting for Leon to find you. It was cute until Eri decided to spontaneously play the game by herself when she learned how to crawl. You and Leon had a full-on panic attack when you could not find your daughter.

Both of you have dangerous jobs. Resulting in making dangerous enemies. When you and Leon moved out of your shared apartment to live in a house in the suburbs, the main concern was security. Files on DSO agents and their families are strictly confidential. Even the people who work at the Pentagon have to have a certain level of clearance to access that information. Even Eri's birth certificate is confidential. The only information that is not blocked out is her name, date of birth, and sex.

But, there is always that small chance that someone can find out about your family. When that does happen, Leon wants to be prepared for it. Your home is on a large piece of land in Arlington, Virginia. It is close enough to the city for help to arrive in a reasonable time frame, but far enough to enjoy some well-deserved privacy. With Hunnigan's help, Leon was able to equip his property with a high-tech security system. Cameras, motion detectors, audio recordings, and more. Leon even chalked up some hidden compartments around the house to hold firearms of different kinds.

After twenty minutes of looking, you found Eri asleep under the dining room table. The chairs blocked her from your view. That day, you and Leon did not take your eyes off of her. One of you was always with her to make sure she did not crawl herself into trouble.

"There you are, you bad girl." Leon bends down to drag Eri out of the walk-in pantry. Oh, and Shiloh often hides with Eri. The two of them are partners in crime. "Let's get you something to eat alright? And not give your old dad a heart attack."

By the time Leon finished doing the dishes, you came walking in from the garage door with two arms full of groceries.

"Hey, handsome." You greet while tossing the plastic bags onto the kitchen counter. Leon greets you back with a kiss before helping you put the groceries away. Seeing her mother, Eri squeals in delight. She leans over the tray and makes grabby hands at you.

"Awee! Did my baby miss me?" You pick Eri out of her highchair and smother her with your love. Leon could live in this moment forever. If he had one wish, this would be it. Just him, his daughter, his wife, and his dog at home. No spontaneous calls from work. No investigations. Secretly, Leon takes out his personal phone and snaps a photo of you cuddling with your daughter.

The afternoon comes and it is almost time for Eri's nap. She usually naps for about two hours before being put to bed around eight-thirty. Today has been an easy one, and Leon hopes it stays that way. When the two of you are home, Leon puts Eri to sleep while you make lunch for the two of you. Eri always has an early lunch before she naps and a snack after she wakes up. The two of you found that to be easy considering Eri's tendency to get cranky when hungry. Like father, like daughter.

Leon walks into the kitchen to see you watching something on your phone. A pan is on the stove, sizzling.

"Watcha' watchin'?"

"A video popped up on my YouTube feed. It's about three things this guy learned from raising daughters." You hand the phone to Leon since the lessons are being told from a father's perspective.

When you plate your respective meals, Leon is sitting on the back patio. You find this unusual because he always tells you where he is going (with the exception of some missions). Even if it is somewhere around or in the house. You slide the patio door open.

"Leon? What's wrong, babe?"

He shakes his head. "It's nothing." Leon opens his arms to invite you onto his lap. You wrap your arms around his neck and nuzzle into Leon's shoulder.

"Did you get another mission?" Your guess is a valid one. Leon almost always gets like this, quiet, when he gets a call from his higher-ups. Your husband hates to leave you and he hates it more when he has to leave his darling apple, but Leon shakes his head "no".

"Is something bothering you then?" Again, Leon shakes his head "No".

Alright, then you will wait for Leon to tell you what is bothering him. Until then, you pull Leon up and bring him to the kitchen. There is no way that you are going to forsake your hard work. His appetite has gone down a little, but Leon knows that if he does not eat, he will not get a chance to without paying the "Eri tax".

Later that night, after Eri is snoozing in her crib, Leon tells you what is bothering him. The last thing the man in the video said hit Leon straight in his heart. The last lesson for dads is to teach their daughters how to shoot. It is Leon's job as a father to be his family's main provider and protector, but there will come a time when Leon will not be there to protect and provide for his family.

As much as Leon tries to rid of the dangers of the world, darkness will always lurk. It will be his job as Eri's father to teach her how to defend herself. To protect herself from the monsters that try to stop her from reaching her full potential in the world. Cause'...someday daddy will not be there to do it for her. Sometime in the night when the baby monitor picks up on Eri's cries, Leon volunteers himself to care for her.

Half-asleep, you hear Leon talking to your daughter. Repeating the same promise he made when she was born. To protect her for as long as he can. Then you hear Leon say, "Did you just pee on my hand?"

In the morning, your family of four go to a nearby park to take a walk. Eri is in her stroller, you pushing the stroller, and Leon is walking Shiloh. This writer has been focusing on the nurturing mother, protective father, and their adorable daughter, but what about the gentle doggo?

Shiloh has always loved people. Cocker spaniels are known to be wonderful family pets and very tolerant of small children. The first day you brought Eri home, Shiloh would not leave her alone. While you were pregnant, the dog would find every opportunity to nuzzle against your stomach. When Eri still slept in the room with you and Leon, Shiloh would sleep at the foot of the bed or next to the bassinet.

Their relationship would only grow as Eri gets bigger. You have a video of Shiloh giving one of her toys to a one-month-old Eri, wanting the baby to play a game of fetch with her. When Eri started eating solid foods, she would purposefully throw a small handful on the ground. Always nearby, Shiloh would lap up whatever Eri was eating. There was one time when you were out of the house, Leon was giving Eri a bath and then Shiloh hopped into the tub.

You used to be Shiloh's best friend, but you gladly gave that position to Eri. They make a cuter pair anyway.

With a household full of girls, Leon is always smothered with love. Before, you and Shiloh would always fight for his attention, and now he has three girls fighting for it. You like to mess with Eri when she gets cuddly with Leon. You would pick Eri up and put her a few feet away from Leon, before running back to him and taking her place. Purposefully, you dramatically nuzzle against Leon and kiss his cheek with a loud "Mwah!"

She only started crawling about a month ago, but Eri is a fast one. She would pop up at her father's feet and cry out to him, demanding that he pick her up. When he does pick her up and place Eri on his lap, she would try with all her might to push you off. If she could talk, Eri would say "My daddy!" Then Shiloh and Eri fight with each other to get Leon's attention. Safe to say that Leon loves the attention he gets from his girls.

Bath time is Eri's favorite. Right behind cuddling with mommy which is right behind cuddling with daddy, which is behind chasing the things that likes to play with her and lick her. Eri loves water. She loves slashing it everywhere. Leon introduced Eri to a water bath toy. It is a whale that lights up and spurts water out of its blow hole. Kind of a double-edged sword because Eri will not let either of you bathe her without that toy.

"That's enough, bunny." Leon begs as he scrunches up his face. Thanks to his baby girl, Leon's chest is all wet. He learned to rid of his shirt whenever he bathes Eri. It is easier to dry himself off without having to deal with a soaked shirt.

Eri dismisses her father's pleas and continues to punch the water. Her dark brown hair is clean and the water droplet on her nose enhances the button-like feature. Eri's eyes are a hazel brown, but if the light hits her irises just right, you can see a swirl of blue in them. You once joked that Eri's charming features would attract all the boys in her class, begging her to be their girlfriend. Leon did not find that funny. He protectively held Eri to his chest and said, "The sons of bitches better know how to shoot then."

Leon's last straw during bath time is when Eri shoves water over the edge of the tub, drowning the tile and soaking the edges of his gym shorts. Leon puts a diaper on Eri and takes the towel-clad baby to her room. Carefully, Leon tosses the clothed baby on your shared bed where you are typing away at your laptop.

"Watch the brat. I've gotta clean up her little mess."

You put your laptop on your bedside table and curl against your baby. You lift her shirt up and blow raspberries against her puggy stomach.

"Did you give your dad a hard time again?" Her little giggles say "yes".

You like to keep a few baby books in your room to keep Eri entertained. You sit up against the headboard and plop your daughter on your lap.

"Guess how much I love you."

Animated, you read the book in different voices and inflections. You use your hands to copy what the hares are doing in the book. At some point, Shiloh lays herself in the middle of the bed where your legs are. When you finish the book, you pull out another one.

"The giving tree."

Before you can read the first page, Leon takes it and climbs into his side of the bed. Minding the sleeping dog, he slides you over to him. Practically squishing Eri between you two.

"Once there was a tree and she loved a little boy..."

The Kennedy family has vital parts to it.

You are the sun that gave life and light to the apple seed, allowing it to sprout into a little tree. Shiloh is the birds and small animals that give the little apple tree companionship. And Leon. Leon is the protector. The one that wards off the pests that try to nip at the little apple tree. The one that fights off the wolves that try to eat the birds and small animals. The one that blows away the clouds that try to cover the sun's rays. Then there is the little apple tree itself. A precious gift of life that should be nurtured and protected.

"And the tree was happy."

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Note: Eri may or may not have been inspired by the Eri in My Hero Academia...Why? Cause she's so darn diggity cute, that's why!

[libraryofantiquitea]

𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐬.

pairing: jake "hangman" seresin x reader

summary: you have a meeting to attend via zoom when jake is leaving for work. he has interesting ways of saying goodbye.

warnings: explicit, minors do not interact! oral (female receiving), brief masturbation (male), semi-public sex.

word count: 3.4k

author's notes: no beta, we die like goose. thank you to the creator coven for giving me this plot bunny to turn into the beast that it became!

likes / comments / reblogs are very much appreciated! thank you for reading! ♥

“Jake, honey! I have a video meeting in a couple of minutes!”

You liked to give your husband a heads up before you went into any meeting longer than half an hour whenever he was home. It had started in early 2020 when you were adjusting to working from home - everyone was - and Jake had kicked down the door of the spare bedroom slash office you were in, bare ass naked to retrieve some laundry. Thankfully your camera had been off, but it had the potential to not only get you fired, but cause an international incident.

“How long?” Jake asked, wandering from the kitchen and into the hallway, scarfing down half a sandwich.

You looked at your watch as you began to turn and head back to your office. “Um, an hour and a half?”

“I’ll be gone to work by then, I’m working the night shift at the base,” he said petulantly, shoulders slumping slightly. “I won’t see you until tomorrow morning.”

“I know, honey,” you said with a pout, turning back around and closing the distance between you. “I’m sorry. I tried to get it rescheduled, but the Dean was the one calling the shots on this one.”

Jake rolled his eyes, stuffing more of the sandwich in his mouth. “Well, I’ll pop in before I leave to say goodbye.”

“If you don’t I’ll be cross,” you said, wrapping your arms around Jake’s shoulders. You stood on your tiptoes to give him a kiss, not caring that he’d gotten mustard on you somehow.

—

“Mrs. Seresin, did you have any updates from your meetings?”

You’d been trying to pay attention, but your mind kept drifting. Any meeting over an hour seemed cruel, and in the afternoon you were less likely to be at your best. You were also well aware that Jake would be leaving any moment, listening to the sounds of him gathering up gear and packing his bag for the night.

The Dean of the department and you were on a first name basis, but everyone had been calling you Mrs. Seresin since the wedding, because you couldn’t stop giggling and blushing over it, this time it was no exception.

“I do,” you replied, reaching for your notebook and opening a document containing some agendas and meeting notes that lived on your computer. You filled the void by saying “um” a few times while you searched through your materials. “The Equity, Diversity, Inclusion and Accessibility Committee met earlier this week to provide some feedback on the proposal of launching the Employment Equity Plan. Everyone was in favour but they did have some questions about how comprehensive the plan was.”

There was a light rapping on the door, and you turned to look back at it before turning back the camera. “Just a moment. Jake’s off to work.”

“Take your time!” one of your colleagues said, as you turned off your camera and microphone.

“Come in!” you said to Jake, standing up at the same time to greet him at the door. 

Jake stepped in wearing his service khakis, and smiled at you. “Off to work I go, darlin’,” he said in a sing-song voice, wrapping his arms around you.

You hugged him tightly, turning your head to give him a kiss on the cheek. “You’ll call before I go to bed?” you asked.

“Of course!” Jake replied, ducking his head down and kissing you sweetly. He pulled back, saying nothing, looking toward your desk. “That leg is gonna give out at any moment,” he declared.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” you said, waving your hand. “I’ll fix it up later.”

“It’ll take me two seconds,” Jake said, relinquishing his hold on you and moving toward your desk before crawling under it. The space beneath your desk was certainly big enough to fit him, but you weren’t going to deny that he looked a little goofy crowded under there.

You smiled to yourself before getting situated back in your chair, turning on the camera and microphone on your laptop back on. Your colleagues were talking amongst themselves about the equity plan you had spoke of.

“Sorry about that,” you said, trying to get comfortable in your chair despite Jake futzing about with the leg of your desk. “Won’t see him until morning.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” the Dean said, dismissively waving his hand. “Shall we get back into it?”

“Of course,” you replied, looking down to check your notes, catching a glimpse of Jake using a small screwdriver to tighten up one of the screws. Seriously, did he just carry that around in his pocket? “I wondered if we could bring forth a couple of goals to help us promote a representative workforce? I think that would grab peoples’ attention right off the bat.”

“That’s actually a really good idea,” one of your colleagues said, just as Jake appeared to be finishing up.

You idly wondered how he planned to get out from under there, but figured you could just turn your camera off for a moment when he gave you the okay.

He did no such thing.

Clearing your throat, you looked through your notes once more and tried not to pay Jake any mind, who had situated himself between your legs. You had no idea what he was playing at, but did your best to ignore him.

“The first goal we drafted up was ‘to increase the recruitment of employees from equity-deserving groups,’” you continued, feeling one of Jake’s hands on your knee. “And the second was ‘To enhance the experience of current employees from equity-deserving groups.’”

“That committee of yours does some good work,” one of your colleagues chuckled. “Those are great!”

“Thank you,” you said, reminding yourself to breathe as if everything were normal as Jake’s other hand settled on your other knee. “I’ll be sure to pass that along to them.”

You turned your microphone off, and while still looking at the camera muttered, “Jacob Seresin, what on earth are you doing down there?”

“Don’t worry about it,” he murmured, the palms of his strong and calloused hands moving up your thighs. You pursed your lips tightly, trying to bring your legs close together on instinct, but Jake just pushed them further apart. “Keep your legs open, sweetheart.”

The conversation had moved on, and your colleagues were talking amongst themselves about the plan. Where you were the most junior staff person in the meeting, it was unlikely you would be contributing much to the bigger conversation, and for that you were thankful, because you certainly did not want to send your husband on his merry way.

“Jake,” you murmured, briefly closing your eyes and letting out a contented sigh. Though you knew it was gauche, you kept your eyes focused on the small image of yourself on your laptop screen. You knew how responsive you were, what sorts of things Jake did to you. The last thing that you wanted was for it to be extremely noticeable to your colleagues that there was something happening.

So, even though you wanted to be looking down under your desk, between your legs, you looked at yourself.

“God, I can smell you, darlin’,” Jake purred, pressing his face to the inside of one of your thighs. He inhaled sharply, and you made a small sound behind your mouth. “How wet are you?”

What a dick. He knew you couldn’t respond. You shifted a little in your chair, nodding along to the discussion in the meeting, even though you had no fuckin’ clue what they were discussing.

Suddenly, Jake’s face was pressed against your core. Your lips parted in a small gasp, but on screen it just looked like an ordinary sigh. “Soaked,” Jake murmured, and you could feel the vibrations of his voice against you through the layers of fabric that separated the two of you. “Oh my god, baby girl. I could taste you just like this.”

“Any thoughts?”

Fuck.

You turned your microphone back on. “Um,” you stuttered, shifting your hips slightly when you felt Jake’s fingers hook into the waistband of your leggings. “I thought we agreed on seven priorities instead of six. I believe it was Don who alluded to ‘lucky number seven.’”

“You know what? You’re right! Do you remember what the seventh priority was?”

“Recognition.”

When there were no follow up questions, you turned your microphone back off.

Jake’s fingertips brushed along your skin as he pulled your leggings down your legs. You raised your eyebrows at the screen, pretending to be engaged, meanwhile you were suddenly pantsless in front of the team you reported to.

“Oh my god, baby girl,” Jake murmured reverently, and you swallowed hard as Jake’s fingers traced over the edges of your labia through your underwear. As he had observed before, you were already wet, and the sensation of him touching you had you briefly closing your eyes. The drag of the wet fabric against your clit, Jake’s thick fingers pressing against you, had you rolling your hips toward his touch.

The Dean said your name. “Does the Office of Equity and Inclusion being the lead to ensure clarity, confidentiality and transparency make sense to you?”

You begrudgingly turned your microphone back on. “Oh … yes. That, um, seems like an appropriate office to take the lead on that.”

God, you wished the Dean and the rest of your colleagues would just stop asking you for input. Compared to everyone else in the meeting you made significantly less money and had significantly less say in the operations of the university. Then again, they were likely trying to make a point about the whole equity plan by including you.

“You sound so wrecked,” Jake murmured, rubbing your clit through your wet underwear. You whined and lifted your hips toward your touch. “They probably can’t tell, but I can.”

Panicked, you checked to make sure you’d turned your microphone off - you hadn’t. You hoped to any deity that would listen that no one had heard that as you turned your mic back off.

“Jake,” you whispered, trying not to move your lips, “please.”

“Please what?” he asked, pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh, as his fingers pressed your entrance, digits wrapped in your wet underwear plunging gently into you. “Stop? Keep going?”

“You asshole,” you murmured good naturedly. “Keep - keep going.”

“Mrs. Seresin, you had something to contribute?”

Fuck.

You began to speak, only to have three different people let you know that your mic was turned off. “I, uh, just wanted to double check by what percentage we wanted to reduce our overall workforce analysis gap by?”

“Eighty percent.”

“Thank you!”

While you had been speaking, Jake had pulled your underwear off, grabbing your legs and pulling them over his shoulders. On camera, it looked like you had shifted and sat back a little in your chair. It wasn’t … inaccurate. This time you triple checked that your microphone was off.

“God, look at that sweet little pussy, darlin’,” Jake groaned. You could feel his warm breath against your clit, and swallowed hard. “I can’t wait to put my mouth on it, to taste you.”

You bit at your lip, and keeping your eyes on yourself, attempted to deduce what it would look like if you fisted Jake’s hair in your hand. Unfortunately, it would definitely look like your hand moved between your legs, so you opted to keep your hands above your desk, much to your dismay. You wanted to feel Jake’s soft blond hair through your fingers, pull on it gently, command him closer to your cunt.

Despite Jake’s declarations of wanting to put his mouth on you, you felt his fingers once more. You gasped, hoping it looked like a yawn on camera, rolling your hips into Jake’s touch.

“Jake,” you whined - carefully - hoping that you wouldn’t be asked to speak, or what your thoughts were, again. “Please. Put your mouth on me.”

“Darlin’, you sound so pretty when you’re begging,” Jake hummed, pressing his mouth where your thigh met your loins. “Maybe I want to hear it some more?”

He was not being fair and it drove you mad, but you wouldn’t want him to change.

On your laptop screen, the Dean and your colleagues were in a deep discussion about the second pillar of the plan, inclusive excellence actions,. And while you had been looking forward to this discussion, it paled in comparison to giving your full, undivided attention to your husband, on his knees between your legs, mouth so close to your pussy, strong and calloused palms alternating between moving over your thighs and calves.

“You’re - you’re going to be late,” you attempted to rationalize. God, you wanted him to draw this out, but you also didn’t want him to get in trouble.

“Beg.”

A shiver ran down along your spine; you knew that was his lieutenant voice. You might have come right then and there if you hadn’t been looking forward to his mouth on you so much.

You made sure to watch yourself on screen, you couldn’t let others know how absolutely wrecked you were.

“Honey, please,” you purred, in a voice that you knew slid over Jake like silk. “I need your mouth on me baby. Fuck, you make me feel so good. Put your tongue in my pussy. Please. I need to feel you, and I know you want to taste it.”

“Mrs. Seresin?”

You really wished you could just leave the meeting and that the Dean would stop jokingly calling you that. You could feel Jake’s wide smile, full of teeth, against your skin, everytime he was reminded that you were his.

“Your microphone is off.”

Your hand was trembling as you reached for your mouse, moving the cursor to turn the mic back on. “Sorry,” you apologized, and holy fuck did your voice ever sound strangled. “Talking to myself mostly.”

The Dean laughed. “Quite all right!”

You turned your microphone off, and that was when Jake’s tongue began to move along your lips. Inhaling sharply, you balled your fingers into a fist, dragging them against your desk.

“Jake,” you whined, letting your eyelids slip closed.

“I think you’ve earned this,” he murmured, the audible sound of his swallowing down your juices far too much to bear. Your hips undulated toward him, and he chuckled softly. “Such a good girl.”

He was sucking your clit gently into his mouth, hauling you closer to his face. You gasped, reaching down and gripping the bottom of your desk chair. It was difficult when your focus was drifting between Jake’s mouth on you, and watching yourself on screen to ensure that it didn’t look like what was happening, was in fact, happening.

You bit down on your lip repeatedly, as Jake’s tongue rolled over your clit before descending lower. Slowly, wetly, he licked his way into you. Moaning against your tightly pursed lips, you arched off your chair, wanting more of him inside of you. The tip of his tongue licked against your walls, and he groaned like it was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted.

If you asked him, he would say that it was.

You could feel him shift, and without even looking you could tell that he was rubbing himself through his trousers. There wouldn’t be enough time for him to get changed, and you were certain his other tans were in a laundry basket somewhere.

Jake pulled his tongue from you, and you mourned the loss pathetically, whining and trying to chase his mouth. He placated you by slowly pressing one finger inside of you, as his tongue laved over your clit.

“You want it so bad, don’t you?” he hummed against you. You risked a look down, and holy fuck, you’d never seen a sight so gorgeous. Jake’s mouth on your pussy, his bright green eyes looking up at you. “My mouth, my fingers, my cock. So hungry for it all.”

Tightly closing your eyes, you reached for your phone, and thumbed at it to make it look like you were checking your messages, when really you were snapping a quick photo of Jake - eyes bright, tongue licking along your folds, open palm rubbing at his crotch.

“They’re gonna want to talk to me soon,” you murmured, setting your phone down, fingers flexing against your desk. “Please … make me come. Let me come.”

“God, darlin’.”

Jake wrapped his arms around your thighs, hauled you closer, mouth on a mission. You gasped as he sucked your clit gently into his mouth, and then pressed two of his long, thick fingers inside of you. You chanced a glance down at him again, and god, even he looked like he was beginning to come apart at the seams.

Your eyes quickly lifted back to your screen. You didn’t look too fucked out, but you didn’t look like you probably should have in a meeting. You hoped that it was subtle enough that no one else could notice.

As if on cue, your supervisor asked for your input.

“Um,” you choked out, fingers reaching for the edge of the desk. Oh god, Jake’s tongue was flat against your clit, and his fingers were pumping in and out of you just like he fucked. His fingers weren’t as thick as his cock, but they were still his, and he still knew how to stretch you open slowly, perfectly. “Can you, uh, remind me where - jeez - where we are?”

“The third priority, recruitment.”

Briefly, you hung your head, trying to compose yourself. You could feel the pressure beginning to build at the base of your spine. Jake’s tongue moved inside of you, along his fingers. Oh my god, you were going to come. He was going to make you come on camera. You could see the mischievous twinkle in Jake’s eyes even if you couldn’t see it.

“Right, recruitment,” you repeated, unable to keep yourself from rolling your hips. You wanted to fuck Jake’s face so badly as he brought you to the edge, but there was no way. As if sensing your dilemma, Jake’s free hand gripped your hip and pinned you to the chair. 

You chose to ignore the concerned look on one of your colleague’s faces. “You had some really great wording for the fifth action in a call that we had, but I’m afraid I didn’t capture it. Would you mind repeating it?”

Yes, I fucking mind!

Jake was relentless. You couldn’t move, all eyes were on you. Trembling, you reached for your notebook to flip to the page with relevant notes. Nails scraped against the edge of the desk, as Jake whispered below, “C’mon, darlin’. Be a good girl. Come - come on me. I want to taste you. Baby, let me taste you.”

He was begging you now.

“Tha - thank you,” you stuttered, knuckles turning white as you continued to grip the edge of your desk. “What I had suggested was ‘Develop and - ha - facilitate a specialized candidate caaaaare program aimed at - ohgod - empowering and supporting equity-deserving job seekers naaaaavigating the employment process.”

“Are you okay?”

“Fine!” you replied quickly, as Jake crooked his fingers inside of you. “I think I have to sneeze. Be right back!”

You turned both your microphone and your camera off, ignoring the concerned looks from your coworkers.

“Jake!” you cried, head thrown back as you moved your hips, fucking yourself on his fingers, chasing his tongue. “Honey please. Please!”

You tangled your hands in his hair, pulling hard, and he lifted his gaze to yours. You came with a shout, pressing down against Jake’s fingers and face so hard that his knuckles brushed your entrance, that you were positive he wouldn’t be able to get the scent of you out of his nostrils all day. Jake groaned against you, lapping up every bit of your slick. When he eventually pulled away, he licked his fingers before slowly standing up. You grabbed at his wrist, pulling his hand toward your face. He slipped his fingers into your mouth, and fucked your face slowly.

“Baby,” you hummed, leaning into his touch against your face. His thumb brushed along your bottom lip, and you looked up at him. “Baby, what about you?”

“I get home at six am tomorrow,” he purred.

Your eyes lit up, knowing what kind of mood he would be in after enduring the desperation of needing release all night. “I’ll be waiting.”

/end. 

[happysaddca]

Can you hear the maniacal laughter of someone who thought he was burnt out from his fucking masters in fine arts only to be unleashed and write over 5k words in two days?

It's me. Hi, I'm still working out the kinks for the Constellations redux and I'm honestly feeling pretty pleased. Probably gonna have a piece for Sun soon.

If you don't know what's happening, go here!

In theory, there are many positives to a second Daycare Attendant in any given pizzaplex, especially one so big and busy as here. They could act as a second in command at the daycare, or provide extra security, or even draw more people in to using the daycare while the primary Attendant continued their duties. In theory, the world was their oyster. 

Reality hit a bit different. 

Sunny has always been protective of his role as Attendant, which is understandable, given the virus and all that he and Moon had gone through. So the mere idea of sharing his space and duties was something that sent him into a bit of a tailspin. You’d barely suggested it before realizing how stupid of an idea it was, but it still took the better part of a day between you, Moon, and Gemma convincing Sunny that he was both allowed to be upset by the idea and to express that without feeling like he was going to be shut down or replaced. A second Attendant existing within fifty square miles of himself was putting him on edge enough. There was no way your Sun and Moon would be allowed to help in the daycare without someone suffering. 

Moon is more amenable to sharing his nightly duties, but given Sunny’s distress more is not much of a stretch when applied to “lukewarm lack of enthusiasm.” You’ve… had trouble reading this Moon. When you talk to him, you often catch him staring at your face or arm. He doesn’t mean to, but it makes you self-conscious, knowing that he’s all too aware that his own claws could fit neatly into the scarring left behind. Sunny had been eager to talk about it, to share the experience, you suppose, but Moon? 

Moon kept his thoughts of everything to himself. 

Of course, none of this mattered at all because ultimately the new Attendant couldn’t be caught by the higher ups. You and Gemma and Anika are taking a big risk rescuing and bringing back a decommissioned bot, let alone a duplicate, let alone the very bot that had you nearly fired after nearly dying. All the ways you tried to spin this into a positive paled at the fact that you and your friends would very much be fired and imprisoned, your Attendant shut down and probably scrapped, and Sunny reprogrammed if you were caught. 

They spent most of their time around the bakery. 

That’s because you spent most of your time at the bakery. You don’t like it as much as the overnight janitor gig, and sometimes you’re asked to man the till and have to put up with parents and guardians poorly disguising their horror at your mangled face, but it’s where the powers that be decided you belonged now. You make cakes and cookies and avoid the front of the little building with the creepy cupcake statues and staring adults as much as possible. 

I’m coming up.

There is one benefit to your Attendant’s new body: wifi accessibility. You can text them now. And you do, constantly, backfilling the years with memes and stories and pictures and videos you’d saved just for them. It also meant that when you decided to do something vaguely fool-hardy, like climb into the rafters to find Moon, you could warn them and know that they’d be above the bakery within minutes. 

You’ve barely made it to the top of the ladder when oversized hands wrap around your torso, helping lift you into the rafters with your weight roughly held about your armpits. Record timing. You give a wiggle, giggling at the gravelly tut it elicits. “You are going to hurt yourself climbing up here.” 

“But I wanted to see you and Sun.” You do wait until Moon’s set you solidly on one beam, turning in its hands and pushing into it for a hug. You can hear it mechanicals ticking away inside its chest, solid and comforting and real. And you can feel when it leans down, its teeth pressing gently into your hairline in a pantomime of a kiss. “You can’t come down when the plex is open, and I’ve got a lunch break anyway.” 

“No lunch,” Moon says, and you lift your head to glare at him. The glare is ruined by your inability not to smile. 

“Tell Sun if she wants to critique me, she has to come out herself and not send our boyfriend to do the pestering.” You push up on tiptoes, and Moon immediately moves to support you, keeping you centered on the wide beam and safe in the loop of its arms. You lean against it, fingers catching at the edge of Moon’s faceplate to tug down (it’s not fair, even with this shorter unit you still barely make it to their shoulders). You kiss Moon’s teeth and nose, peppering your lips over unyielding silicone while a laugh bubbles up in Moon’s speakers. It’s Sun’s laugh, almost, just pitched down and made a mess. But it’s a relief too, knowing Sun is still there. 

“Gemma is trying to source parts for a new exoskeleton.” You’re sitting with a sandwich Moon had fetched from the bakery fridge, eating one handed. The other is too busy holding Moon’s. “It’s just been difficult with the faceplate. Your old one was pretty unique for the attendant lines I guess.” 

“We appreciate the costumer replicating our old outfit.” Moon shifts, running its free hand down the blue striped pants covered in soft silver stars. “As much as we appreciate our twins’ looks, it was rather jarring to awaken like that.” 

“I know. I’m sorry. It’s my fault. We probably should’ve waited for you to look more like yourself but I was selfish.” The prickle of self-doubt isn’t helped any by the soft bonk from Moon against the side of your head. “You can’t deny it Moony. If I had been more patient, maybe Sun would be willing to come out.” 

“The Sun will rise soon. They just need time.” It’s an ill comfort, and your sandwich feels dry in your mouth. You chew hard to swallow. “She loves you.” 

“I know.” You squeeze its hand tightly, pulling it into your lap. You’d lean—but you are a good forty feet off the ground and terrified of heights. Even having your legs dangling off the edge like this is vaguely terrifying. “I still miss her. I wish we could talk directly because I’m still worried about everything t-that… everything that happened.” Ugh, you’re crying around your fake eye. It’s the weirdest feeling, still being able to cry out that socket, not having any control over it. You have to let go of Moon’s hand to scrub at it, the eye rolling uncomfortably under your palm. 

“The other Sun talked to us a little about the virus.” Moon’s hand joins yours, pulling your hand away so it can lift your chin and fix the eye for you. You try to hold still, face growing warm as you find yourself staring at Moon’s hat. “About the conversations you’ve had with him.” 

“No wonder my ears have been burning,” you mumble, closing your eyes once Moon’s fingers were clear. His hand didn’t leave, and you lean into it, kissing his palm. 

Moon laughs his normal laugh, thumb stroking over the uneven texture of your face. “If that were the case, you would be burning all the time. Sun and I have had much to talk about.” 

There’s another moment of fear and self-doubt, did I do the right thing, what if they hate each other, what if they’ve hurt each other, but Moon’s voice cuts through the fog. “—blame me.”

“Huh?” 

Moon laughs again, more softly this time. “Cotton in your ears Starlight? I said, Sunny explained how you’ve never, not once, blamed me.” 

“Why on earth would I blame you for anything?” you ask, and Moon’s fans pick up, the LED lights of his eyes flickering. Oh, have you upset it? It’s harder to tell with this faceplate, but the fans are usually a decent indicator of some major emotional change.

“Because of this.” Moon’s grip tightens on your cheek, just briefly, dropping down to the scarring on your throat next. “This. And here.” Its fingers are invasive, pulling the sleeve of your shirt up, pulling at the straps of your elbow brace. “You’re scarred, mutilated, by my hands.” It pauses as it pushes up onto your shoulder, under your shirt. Just Moon’s fingers are big enough to cover the entire joint, its palm pressing lightly against your upper arm. It’s not even that you’re small. “You would be dead if it weren’t for Sun.” 

“I would’ve been dead if it weren’t for both of you.” You take Moon’s hand, pulling it free of your sleeve. You can’t quite look Moon in the eye, knowing that your broken socket is already leaking (you can hardly call it crying). You push on the tip of Moon’s fingers, watching the claw flip up like a switchblade, testing the tip of it. It’s blunter than before, but the thin metal still hurts as it presses against your finger. Moon pulls away. leading you to chase after its hand and hold it tight once more. 

“I don’t remember much of that night,” you admit, your voice going soft to keep from cracking. “I don’t remember most of the year after either. The doctors say I got thrown really hard and cracked the back of my skull. Like reverse whiplash from a car accident.” Moon tries to pull away again, but when you hold on, it has to stop or risk unbalancing you. “Don’t. I don’t blame you Moon; I never have. Because you could’ve killed me from the very start and you didn’t. We both know you’re faster than me, even without the wire.” 

There’s a click from its voice box, but you shake your head hard, sniffling. “No, shut up, I’m not done. You’re faster than me. You’re stronger than me, but it’s my right side that’s all messed up, not my left.” Not your dominant hand, your artist hand, as Sun had taken to calling it. “You were holding back.” 

“You can’t know that.” Moon’s voice clicks audibly, erroring out into static as his fans pick up. He can’t pull his hand away; you’ve got it with both of yours now. “Sun held me back.” 

“You could’ve shut him out,” you retort, and you do look at Moon then, the dimness of his eyes a dead giveaway for how little he’s enjoying the conversation. You don’t like it either, but this is important, and you’ve been holding it in since your first conversation with Sunny. “The other Attendant told me. His Moon blocked him out entirely. They couldn’t communicate, and he couldn’t see anything when he wasn’t in control. He never had a chance to Eclipse. But I remember that. I remember seeing Clips. I-I remember being held by you both.” 

Moon’s hand has curled up in yours like some dead thing, so you take the time to smooth out its fingers, pressing its palm over your sternum, roughly over your heart. Its fingers brush heavily over the bottom of your jawline. “This right here is because of you. That virus, whatever it was, would’ve killed me if you hadn’t held it back, if Sun hadn’t eclipsed you. Moon, you would never hurt me.” 

The words are an echo, a promise given, a promise kept in your mind. Moon is looking away again, hand pressed limply against your chest. You can feel the slow brush of its thumb against the scar tissue on your throat. You swallow, and its hand goes very still. 

“I hated it,” Moon finally says, lowering its hand until it sits in your lap. You take it with both of yours again, watching Moon as it stares down at the sparse crowd. Humans, parents and children and siblings milling about, eating and laughing and talking, the music just loud enough to drown them out. “The way Sun has described her anxiety, you your intrusive thoughts, it was like that. A constant, cloying need to give in. If I didn’t, if I refused, it dug in deeper, circling around, waiting for me to slip up and let the prompt through. And the games…” Moon stops itself, wiping at its faceplate. tugging at its hat until the bell jangled. “We stopped boogeyman, then chase, then Sun suggested we stop naptime until things were better. It wasn’t until I actually. Hurt.” 

When Moon stops again, you scoot a little closer, leaning into its space. “That’s when Sun banned me from the daycare,” you prompted softly, but Moon shook its head. 

“That was later. Sun caught me digging through our memory files, trying to sort where that thing had come from. And I’d been deleting other things without realizing. Or… it had been I suppose. Safety protocols. Mobility limiters on things like our claws. Files about you.” It holds there a moment, its hand on your lap turning to hold tight to your thigh. “That’s when Sun banned you and banned naptime. She tried to keep us safe in the daycare, and it, it worked mostly. I couldn’t hurt anyone if I wasn’t the primary program. Except for you.” 

It looks to you again, leaning close until it can gently bonk its faceplate against your temple. You smile weakly, pulling it down for a kiss, soft and short and once again a little awkward given the stiff, unexpressive material. You have to let go of Moon’s hand so you don’t feel off-balance, and you can feel it move up from your lap to your belly and side, holding you in place. “It hurt to be shut out but… I can’t say I did much better,” you mumble against Moon’s teeth. You are reluctant to pull away, face growing hot. “I just left. After I was released from the hospital, FazCo said that I could finish college and have my medical bills and tuition covered, or I could go to jail for interfering with their property. And I left.” Traitor tears are building into a great flood that can’t be sniffed away. “I left you and Sun to rot in the basement and I thought about that every day, not knowing if you’d been wiped clean or discarded entirely. Because I’m a coward Moon! If I had been braver, I could’ve saved you! We could’ve been together longer!” 

“Oh Starlight.” There’s a trip in Moon’s voice again, less gravel, more Sun, but it’s still Moon’s pet nickname, and Moon’s gentle hold that’s pulling you (still so high!) into its lap, tucking you against its chest so you can hear the thrum of its mechanicals through its exoskeleton. “You are no coward. You could’ve waited ten, a hundred, a thousand years, to find us again, and we never would’ve thought you a coward.”

You can’t help but let out a shaky giggle. “There’s no way I’d have been around in a thousand years.” 

“You never know,” Moon says, its voice catching into the tail end of a song. “And we would’ve loved seeing you again as much as we love seeing you now.” You’re safe in Moon’s arms, hugged tightly against its chest as it tilts its face down into your hair. “Seeing you, holding you, hearing you. We love you.” 

“I love you too.” You say the words into their neck ruffle, check pressed against the oversized bell that hides the clasp. You snuggle in deeper, ignoring the stiff wire holding the silk in place. “I missed you so much. I love you.” 

It takes a minute and for your phone to go off, your manager wondering where you’d disappeared to, for you to compose yourself. Moon helps you to the ground and you’re about to leave to finish your shift when you remember a question that’s been bothering you for a long time. 

“Moon?”

“Mm?” It’s busy fixing your shirt sleeve, fighting where the cuff is trying to curl up on itself. 

“When they shut you off, were you and Sun… separated?” 

Moon’s fingers pause, rubbing over the fabric instead. “Separated?” 

“You were Clips when we were found. Did they force you to restart before d-decommissioning you?” Were you and Sun alone when you were killed?

Moon must’ve picked up on the unasked question because its hand moves to cup your cheek, the unmarred side of your face soft and warm against its metal. “No,” Moon says softly. “We were still Eclipse when they shut us down. And you were still in our arms.” 

“Oh.” Your ribcage is suddenly too small for your heart, and you fling yourself into one last, bitterly tight hug. “I’ll see you after work.” 

“Don’t climb into the rafters,” Moon warns, and you can’t help but snort. 

“Why not? I know you’ll be there to keep me safe.” 

You know Moon’s current face is static, but you can’t help but think that it seems just a little happier as you disappear into the bakery to finish out the day. 

[am-i-obsessed---maybe]

Star Wars Rebels x GN!Reader (Platonic)

I recently became obsessed with Star Wars and since I'm currently almost done with Rebels I thought I'd write a little blurb.

If you wanna see more prequels - rebels era Star Wars fics my requests are open, just let me know!

FYI this is very poorly written cause it was done at like midnight and I was tired but it's a decent start

Word count: 644

Main Masterlist

You groaned as you were thrown back into your cell on the imperial star destroyer. The last "interrogation" session you had been a part of had been incredibly rough and you could only hope someone came to rescue you soon. Just as you finished force healing the brand new cut on your forehead the door to your cell opened again and you were ready to attack with full force. "I'll tell you the same thing I told the last interrogator and the one before that- I won't be telling you druk so save your breath!" You yelled only to see the storm troopers at your door weren't doing anything. They simply stood there.

The one on the right took of his helmet revealing a young boy- maybe 15 years old.

"Master L/N, I'm Ezra Bridger. We're here to rescue you" He said and you looked at him scrutinously before holding out your bound hands.

"Took you long enough" You said as he released the cuffs.

"Follow us" His companion said and you nodded, running through hallways with them.

"We have to find where they're holding my lightsabers" You told them and each of them produced a saber.

"Don't worry about that" Ezra said as he passed you both sabers and you nodded thankfully.

"Thank you young one" You said.

Surprisingly you managed to leave the ship without much incident (partially because you Jedi mind tricked most of the Storm Troopers who saw you).

After weeks in captivity you finally got to relax once you were on the ship Ezra and his friend came on. You attached your light sabers to your belt and straightened your robes. Most surviving jedi decided against wearing robes if only to not be recognized you purposefully wore them. They were one of the only things connecting you back to your culture and people.

Once you were safely in hyperspace Ezra and his companion turned to you.

"Thank you for the rescue Ezra bridger and..." You trailed off when Ezra's companion finally removed his helmet. You recognized his face and you froze.

"Caleb?" You asked and he looked away.

"It's Kanan now" He said but you continued to look at him, shocked.

After a second you snapped out of it and hugged him.

"I am so happy to see you" You said and you could feel how awkward he felt in the force.

"After I heard about your master I feared the worst" You told him and he nodded.

"I didn't know you were alive either" He said and Ezra looked between the two of you confused.

"You two know each other?" He asked and you chuckled.

"Master L/N was a friend of my master back during the Clone Wars" Kanan explained and you smiled.

"Master L/N, this is my padawan, Ezra" Kanan said, pointing to Ezra and you looked shocked at Kanan.

"You took on a padawan?" You asked and he looked at you sheepishly.

"We found him on Lothal, he stole my holocron and lightsaber so I thought- might as well" Kanan said and you laughed.

"You haven't changed a bit" You told him and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"Master Billaba would be very proud" You told him before turning to Ezra.

"And it's a pleasure to meet you Ezra" You told the young boy.

"I had no idea there were other Jedi in the rebellion, I thought it was just me and Kanan" Ezra said and you smiled sadly.

"Those of us still out there are in hiding. But the jedi are supposed to be peacekeepers, we are charged with fighting for those who cannot fight for themselves so many of us have joined the rebellion in one way or another" You explain.

"But I'm glad to see that another generation of jedi will rise from the ashes of the past" You told him.

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[kil-g]

homecoming

a/n: a little thing i did since i have some silly little tasks to do today. imagine, a tiny clown, performing tiny clown tasks.

summary: a sort of follow up to all’s fair. simon comes home, and does his nightly routine while you pretend to sleep. gn!reader as always. civilian!reader

word count: 421

warnings: n/a

pt 1

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When Simon comes home late at night, you pretend to still be asleep.

You hide your smile as he creeps through the house, trying especially hard to not wake you. 

His bag meets the ground with a heavy clunk. HIs feet trudge and nearly drag him here and there between your room and the bathroom.

His version of a shower is only five minutes long. His hair dries even faster than that. Then, he brushes his teeth and digs through the few clothes he owns for something to sleep in. 

Then, you feel his side of the bed sink  down to accommodate his added weight. He lifts the blankets up slowly, and climbs in

You expect him to fall right asleep, just as he always does. It takes seconds, usually. But, this time, instead, he brushes one of your hairs down with the tips of his fingers. His thumb just grazes your cheekbone, tickling it slightly. His hands are rough and calloused.

Then, he stops. 

His breathing slows and there are no sounds besides that and the occasional billowing wind against the window. You think that he might actually be asleep this time. 

You open your eyes, only to be met with him staring back at you. 

“I thought you were asleep.” You say. 

“You’re not very good at pretending.” He replies.

You mumble something that he thinks sounds like “Whatever.” and scoot closer towards him. His arms swallow you in an embrace.

In a smooth, familiar motion, you tuck your head under his chin. One of his arms slip under your shoulder and the other, around your waist.

Then, a few seconds pass and you’re sure he’s really asleep this time. 

Simon, at first, smells like clean laundry and toothpaste. But, as you approach the point of half-sleepiness, the smell of burning trees and sand scorched by sunlight fills your lungs. You wonder if he knows that that smell doesn’t wash out. Ink on wet paper. Soot stuck to ceilings.

You remember that he’s only here for a week before he has to leave again, and try to think of something else.

His mouth and nose are tucked into your hair. His arms are woven around you, tight enough that it’s only slightly hard to move but only just so it’s not suffocating.

You imagine the colors the sky makes above a forest fire and the shape of the smoke coming off of the trees. The sound of Simon’s inhale-exhale lulls you into deep sleep. 

[juju-on-dat-beat]

*Guns shooting during intermission*

Y/N: "The fuck was that!?"

Spy: "Zhere's a shooter!"

Y/N: "A shooter?" *goes outside*

Y/N: "IM RIGHT HERE YOU MISSED!"

Engineer: "Y/N GET YOUR REAR END INSIDE THIS DARN BASE RIGHT NOW"

[kingyo-konbini]

hello hello, this is my first time requesting on your blog so i’m sorry if i make any mistakes with my request !! but can i please have a drabble of any of these men: shinsou hitoshi, daichi sawamura, koushi sugawara or yu nishinoya comforting a pretty stressed out female s/o? she’s been working and studying that she doesn’t have much time for herself, thank you so much!

TAKE CARE [SUGAWARA KOUSHI X READER]

[SUMMARY] sugawara helps you destress [PRONOUNS] she/her [GENRE] fluff [POV] second person [WORD COUNT] 964 [CONTENT] sugawara being the best bf [A/N] THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST you have no idea how much it means to me (*´ω｀*) AND I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG ;-; I hope you enjoy!!

“I think I’m dying.”

“I also think you’re dying.”

You tossed an unimpressed look his way, pouting at the teasing grin on his lips.

“That’s not what you’re supposed to say.”

Sugawara chuckled and closed the textbook in front of him, shuffling a bit so he was facing you instead of the table. “It’s true. Listen, I’m all for studying, but you’ve been working yourself too hard.”

“Have not.” You huffed, turning away from him to focus on the textbook before you. “Exams are coming up and I need to do well on them.”

“And you will.” Sugawara’s voice was certain, as were his movements as he placed a hand over the page you were reading before gently tugging it away from your grasp. “You’ve been spending all your time either studying or working. When was the last time you had a proper meal?” 

You let out a heavy and reluctant sigh, watching as your boyfriend slipped a spare sheet of paper into the textbook to mark your place before closing it.

“When was the last time we went out to eat?”

This time it was his turn to sigh, and his teasing smile turned sympathetic as he gazed at you. “[Name], listen to me. You need to take care of yourself.”

“I’m fine, I need to study-”

“If you don’t ace these exams, then no one will. You’ve been going nonstop for weeks.”

You avoided his eyes. “I’m fine, I promise!”

Sugawara let out another sigh and from the corner of your eye you watched him shake his head. “Well, if you won’t take care of yourself, then I guess I will.”

“Huh?”

Before you had time to question his statement further, Sugawara had gotten to his feet and was tugging you up to do the same, quickly placing his hands on your shoulders and spinning you away from the table you’d been sitting at for hours. “You are incredibly stubborn, you know that?”

“Am not.”

Sugawara laughed at that and grinned before shoving you out of the kitchen and towards the couch. “You may act like and say that you’re fine, but I can feel the tension in your shoulders. You need to de-stress.”

“Do not.”

“And luckily for you, I know the perfect way to do that!”

You yelped as he shoved you (rather unceremoniously) onto the couch. He grinned proudly from his stance above you as you wiggled around in a subconscious attempt to get comfortable, settling his hands on his hips in triumph at your defeat.

“Now you just lay there and look pretty and I’m going to be right back. Don’t you dare get up from that spot– I’ll know.”

“Koushi, what are you-”

“Put something on TV or pull up a game; my Switch should still be connected.” He grabbed the remotes and shoved them into your hands before leaning down and planting a chaste kiss on your forehead. “Remember: no moving from this spot.”

“You’re a menace, you know that?”

“Be back soon!” He said with a laugh, prancing out the door before you had another chance to argue.

Resigned to your fate, and appreciating the softness of the couch on your aching back (hunching over while reading was probably not the best idea), you snuggled further into the cushions and turned on the television, your eyes drifting closed after only a couple of minutes.

...

The sound of rustling plastic woke you from your spontaneous nap.

“Koushi?” You mumbled, sleep thick in your throat and slurring your speech. You rose into a sitting position and rubbed at your eyes, trying to rid them of their blurriness.

Once you were able to fully comprehend your surroundings, you spotted your partner crouching down by the kotatsu and looking rather sheepish with his hands in one of the many plastic shopping bags that littered the surface.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up. You’re cute when you sleep, you know?”

“You always say that.” You grumbled, stifling a yawn. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Seems like all of my sneakiness was spent on that feat.” He chuckled, pulling a box of takeout from the bag. His nose was still red from the time he’d spent outside, and if you focused you could feel the chill from the winter winds radiating off of him.

“What’d you get?” You swung your legs over the edge of the couch, sliding to the floor to waddle closer to the kotatsu and slip your legs under the cover. 

“Your favorites. Thought it’d be a nice surprise and reward for all of your hard work.” Sugawara beamed, continuing to reveal box after box until there was a pile of discarded plastic bags on the floor and the surface before you was overflowing with your favorite foods and drink. “And a chance for you to actually eat something and take a break.” 

Your heart swelled. “Thank you.” You smile, almost shyly, at him. “You’re too sweet.”

“Nah.” Sugawara dismissed your claim, handing you a pair of chopsticks he seemed to pull out of the ether. “I’d say I’m the perfect amount of sweetness.”

You couldn’t stop the laughter from escaping your lips, Sugawara slipping under the kotatsu as well and bumping his legs against yours in a playful manner. 

“Besides, you’d do the same for me.” He shrugged, opening the box closest to him. “Not that you’d ever have to, of course, because I’m able to properly balance my work, studies, and self-care… unlike some people.” You kicked him. “Ow.”

“Shut up.” You stuck your tongue out at him, before following his movements and opening a few of the boxes before you.

“Thank you for the meal.” You both said in unison, and with another heartfelt smile sent his way, you began to eat.

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

Until The End

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Female Byers!Reader

Genre: follows show plot lines, but will diverge from canon at times.

WC: 16.2K

Warnings: curssing, my writing not making sense at times, that should be it (let me know if theres something i missed)

Summary: The end is here. Will they win the fight against the ferocious monster? Will they find the lost boy? Will Steve Harrington stop being a dick? We shall find out.

A/N: I’ve somehow managed to finish all of season1 within like two weeks or something, i’m shocked i’ve been able to write all these installments back to back. I would like to also let you know that i start my new job, so my writing is definitely going to be less consistant when uploading. I’m gonna try and make sure I continue writing, i’m just a little worried about burn out, but we’ll worry later.

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You heard some commotion and then a hand shaking your shoulder. You slowly opened your eyes and saw Hopper standing before you. Your neck was aching and your butt felt numb, your whole body felt stiff as a board. You sat up, arching your back and throwing your arms out to try and loosen up the muscles.

“Is mom here?”

“Yea she’s with Jonathan and Nancy.”

You nodded your head to Hopper and stood up to walk over to the desk. Joyce was looking frazzled, but at least she looked more rested and put together. She was talking to Jonathan and then she saw the cuff on his wrists.

“Why is he handcuffed?”

“Because he assaulted a police officer ma’am,” Officer Callahan spoke up beside you.

Joyce looked to Hopper who was still standing near you, “Hopper do something!”

Hopper sighed then looked at Callahan.

“Can you take the cuffs off?”

“No can do Chief.”

“And why is that?” Hopper was starting to get annoyed because his order wasn’t being followed.

“Well, you should see what he had in the trunk first.”

“What?”

‘Oh crap’

Hopper, Powell, and Callahan all left the four of you in the bullpen to check the trunk. Joyce turned to you when they left and pulled you into an embrace. She smelled strongly of cigarettes and it made you crinkle your nose, but you didn’t pull back from her hug. Her arms wrapped around your shoulders and one of her hands went to your head, holding you in your place with your face squishing into the crook of her neck. Your arms wrapped snugly around her waist and you squeezed her.

She pulled back and held your face between her hands. You loosened your arms and they held her waist gently.

“How you doing honey?”

You gave a quick chuckle and just shrugged your shoulders.

“Holding up, you?”

Joyce gave a tiny smile and shrugged her shoulders as well.

“Holding up.”

The sound of the front door opening along with footsteps pulled the both of you out of your moment and saw Hopper coming back with the box filled with everything. He placed the box down and Joyce moved to look through the contents. Her brows were furrowed and her lips pursed. Jonathan was looking between Hopper and Joyce while Nancy kept quiet and just looked at the box.

“What is all this?”

“Why don’t you ask your son? We found it in his car.”

Hopper spoke to Joyce while looking at Jonathan. Callahan and Powell just stood behind and watched. Joyce turned to Jonathan with a shocked face.

“What?”

“Why are you going through my car?” Jonathan questioned.

Hopper leaned forward, his hands flat on the desktop and closing in towards Jonathan’s face, “Is that really the question you should be asking right now?”

He then leaned away turning his body then turned back looking at your little group. He looked at Jonathan then Nancy and finally you.

“All of you, my office, now.”

“You won’t believe us,” you piped up from the back.

Hopper leaned back in, looking at you, and softly said, “why don’t you give me a try?”

And then he walked away leaving all of you behind, Jonathan turned his head to you and the both of you just made eye contact. Callahan came over and finally unlocked the cuffs. Jonathan rubbed the sore rings circling his wrist from the friction. He and Nancy slowly rose from their seats and made for Hopper’s office, you and Joyce followed with her behind you and a gentle hand on your back.

…

The five of you now sat in Hopper’s office.

You, Jonathan, and Nancy sat on the seats by the wall. Joyce was in the seat by the desk, and Hopper was half sitting on the front of his desk. Jonathan pulled out the photograph he showed you at the funeral and handed it to Joyce. She took the picture and gasped at the image. Her eyes were darting to every inch of the paper, a slight shake now present in her body. She then handed the picture off to Hopper who took it.

You just watched this interaction in complete silence. Saw the way Hopper looked at the picture then to Joyce, then to Jonathan, and back to the picture. Jonathan was biting his nails, Nancy was just hunched over a bit, and you were bouncing your right leg up and down. You were waiting for someone to say something. Finally, Hopper looked up at the three of you.

“You say blood draws this thing?”

Jonathan and Nancy looked to each for a moment then Jonathan said, “we don’t know.”

“It’s just a theory,” Nancy spoke up.

Hopper looked back at the picture. Joyce gave a slight shake of her head. She stood up from her seat, tapped Jonathan on his knee and pointed to the door. She walked away and he looked to you then followed her out the door. With a quiet click of the door, it was now just you, Nancy, and Hopper. You looked at Nancy and she had a worried expression spread across her face, you wanted to comfort her, but after earlier, you think better of it.

You look at Hopper and see he was already looking at you. You shrunk a little into the cushions to make yourself smaller. His gaze was very intimating, even if it wasn’t meant to be. He was still holding the picture in his grasp, though it was held very loose now. He cleared his throat.

“So your mom tells me you saw Will?”

You gave a small nod, “yea in-in the wall.”

Honestly, if you keep saying it like that someone is for sure going to throw you into a loony house soon. You don’t know what Hopper knows, but he seems to be more open-minded about this whole situation. The last time you saw him was at the morgue looking at a fake Will. Something between that time and now must have convinced him something wasn’t right.

It went back to silence in the office. With you being the closest to the door you could just barely make out what Joyce and Jonathan were talking about, but it was muffled by the walls. But then you heard someone yelling. It didn’t sound like Joyce or Jonathan, so someone else came into the station yelling about something. Hopper must have heard it too because he got up from his desk and threw the door open leaving.

You stood up from your seat and walked to Joyce and Jonathan outside the door. The three of you could hear the commotion happening in the bullpen. Some lady was yelling at an officer, sounded like Callahan. Then you heard Hopper’s booming voice yell out, “what the hell is going on!”

Then the conversation was a bit quieter, barely able to make out a full sentence. You walked a bit closer to the corner and peeked around to look for the scene. You saw Hopper, Callahan, and Powell standing with an older well-dressed woman and her son. It looked like his right arm was broken, he had a sling over his shoulder. 

You heard Powell say, “there was a fight chief.”

The older woman yelled at that, “a psychotic child broke his arm!”

Callahan was speaking again and the lady apparently didn’t like the tone he was giving. Hopper looked stressed at this whole interaction.

“Will you please take a statement,” Hopper spoke out.

He then made a hand gesture probably signaling to get her out. He then started to walk back in the direction of his office when he heard something the lady’s kid said that made him stop in his tracks.

“She had no hair and she was bleeding from her nose.”

Hopper then turned back around and walked back over to them. He began to question the kid about her appearance and then the kid said the child could do things.

“Like make you fly, or piss yourself.”

That got a snort from you, even Powell seemed shocked at the comment.

Hopper held a hand up and asked if she was alone, the kid said ‘those losers’. That got your interest.

“What ‘losers’?” Hopper asked.

The boy scoffed, “Henderson and Wheeler.”

Your eyes widened, ‘What the hell was going on!’

…

“We got to go.”

Hopper rushed back over to his office to grab his coat and keys. Joyce, Jonathan, and Nancy looked confused, but you heard their conversation. Dustin and Mike got mixed up in something that Hopper knew about. You all rushed out and ran over to Jonathan’s car. Hopper at the wheel with Joyce riding passenger, and the three of you in the back.

Hopper drove to the Wheeler residence with urgency. When he pulled up a few houses away he got out and pulled some binoculars up to his eyes. You were squished in the middle so you couldn’t get out of the car, but you could just barely make out a bunch of cars and people. Nancy got out and looked at her invaded home.

“I have to go home.”

“No, you can’t,” Hopper said with the binoculars still up to his eyes.

Nancy didn’t like that answer, “my mom…my dad are there.”

“They’re gonna be okay.” Nancy started to walk away back to her house, Hopper followed just behind and grabbed her upper arm.

“Let go. Let go!”

“Hey!...”

You couldn’t hear the rest of their conversation, but you watched them. Hopper pointed to the sky and you saw a helicopter. They were still looking for them. He then started to pull her back to the car and pushed her to the backseat. Joyce and Jonathan got back in their seats as well. All of you in Jonathan’s car just sitting, waiting for the next move. Hopper looked at Nancy in the backseat.

“Look, we need to find them before they do. Do you have any idea where he might have gone?”

Nancy looked frazzled, “no, I don’t.”

“I need you to think,” Hopper said sternly.

“I don’t know. We haven’t talked a lot. I mean, lately…” she sighed and slid down the seat.

“Is there any place your parents don’t know about that he might go?” Joyce asked with urgency.

“I don’t know.”

An idea came to mind, “I might.”

Everyone looked at you.

“Well not exactly where they are, but I know how they communicate. We need Will’s walkie.” 

Hopper rushed to the house and when you arrived everyone filed out. You lead the way to Will’s room with everyone following behind. You opened his door and started to look everywhere possible. He never kept it in one place, always throwing it around when he was done. Joyce checked under the bed and found it. You took it from her quickly and checked to make sure it was on the right frequency and then you spoke.

“Mike, Dustin, Lucas, anyone?”

No answer.

“It’s (Y/n), Will’s sister. Your favorite older sibling.”

Still no answer.

Hopper held his hand out and indicated for you to pass it.

“Listen, kid, this is the chief. If you’re there, pick up. We know you’re in trouble and we know about the girl. We can protect you, we can help you, but you gotta pick up. Are you there? Do you copy? Over.”

With no immediate reply, Hopper sighed and set the walkie on the dresser and now you would just have to wait. Hopper looked at your group.

“Anybody got any other ideas?”

You all looked at each other and then you heard static, then a voice.

“Yeah, I copy. It’s Mike.”

You breathed out a sigh. They were safe.

“I’m here. We’re here.”

Hopper picked the walkie up, “where?”

“Junkyard.”

Hopper gave you the walkie then ran out of the house.

…

It was dark by the time Hopper came back with the kids.

You, Joyce, Jonathan, and Nancy were all in the living room. The three of them were on the couch, Jonathan biting his nails again and Nancy looking around nervously. You were seated on the chair with your legs pulled up. The silence was suffocating with no one having said a word in the last hour.

The sound of tires on gravel broke the silence and lights shining into the living room told you that Hopper was back. You all stood one by one and then Joyce led the way outside. You were the last one out so you saw Nancy as she rushed away and shouted, “Mike. Oh, my god. Mike!”

She rushed to Mike and pulled him into a hug. They stood in the middle, the Byers at the house and Hopper with the kids by his truck. Mike just stood in the hold like hugging isn’t something they usually do, it was a bit funny, but it made you miss Will.

Nancy pulled back from Mike with her hands on his shoulders, “I was so worried about you.”

Mike still seemed shocked by the hug, but replied.

“Yeah, uh… me, too.”

You looked at the group of kids and saw Dustin and Lucas, but you noticed the girl was their new mystery friend. She was wearing the same outfit you saw her wearing last time, misuse the blonde hair.

“Is that my dress?” Nancy asked while looking at El.

…

“Okay, so, in this example, we’re the acrobat. Will and Barbara, and that monster, they’re this flea. And this is the Upside Down, where Will is hiding. Mr. Clarke said the only way to get there is through a rip of time and space.”

“A gate.”

“That we tracked to Hawkins Lab. With our compasses.”

“What is this, Doctor Who?” you murmured.

When all of you regrouped in the living room the kids sat you all down so they could try and explain how the Upside Down works and what they found. They were explaining with a piece of lined paper that was marked in red ink. There was a straight line horizontally down the middle, a stick figure on top, and a dot for the flea with an arrow pointing below the line. Basically saying the monster was able to move between the two planes while you couldn’t, not exactly.

Now the kids were a bit smarter in this field so they understood these certain things better than you, so you needed them to baby talk you through this situation. Dustin must have noticed everyone’s confused faces because he sighed and then explained.

“Okay, so the gate has a really strong electromagnetic field, and that can change the directions of a compass needle.”

‘Okay, sure’ was all you thought.

“Is this gate underground?” Hopper asked.

The girl, Eleven, El for short, spoke. 

“Yes.”

Everyone turned to her. She was looking at Hopper and he was looking back.

“Near a large water tank?”

She nodded, “yes.”

You looked at Hopper wondering how he knew that information. Luckily Dustin asked the question for you. “How do you know all that?” with a slight stutter to the words.

Hopper didn’t say anything, just breathing in and out. Mike spoke for him.

“He’s seen it.”

Joyce spoke up, “is there any way that you could…that you could reach Will? That you could talk to him in this-”

“The Upside Down.”

“Down. Yeah,” Joyce whispered.

You were just watching this whole interaction from the sidelines. Seeing the way the boys were looking at each other, how Hopper and El would stare at the other. How Jonathan was holding Joyce’s hand tightly. How Nancy was looking at her brother and then to her clasped hands.

El nodded to Joyce. And then Nancy spoke up, asking a question to El.

“And my friend Barbara? Can you find her, too?”

She gave a subtle nod of her head. Nancy looked relieved at that silent answer. She pulled a piece of paper out of her coat pocket and handed it to El. You looked over her shoulder and saw it was the ripped photo of Barb sitting on the diving board at the Harrington home. El stood up, walked into the kitchen, and sat at the table, placing the photo in front of her. Everyone stood up and followed her. Mike pulled his walkie from his backpack, turning it on into a static frequency. You watched as her eyes raced behind her lids, the lights flickering above the table. She then opens her eyes and looks solemn. 

She says, “I’m sorry.”

Joyce, with Jonathan’s hand resting on her shoulder, looks scared. She starts stuttering.

“What? What’s wrong? What happened?”

Your heart breaks the way that El’s voice cracks with her reply, “I can’t find them.”

Joyce releases a tiny try and Jonathan walks back into the living room. Your arms are crossed over your chest and you close your eyes. ‘Just because she can’t find them doesn’t mean they’re dead’ you had to remind yourself. You open your eyes again and look at El, she’s looking at everyone or the table. You barely know this child, but you could already tell she’s had a shitty life before she was found. You walk up to her by the table and squat down with a hand on the table to steady you. With you closer to the ground you were closer in height to her. She turned her head at your presence. You gave her a closed-mouth smile.

“Why don’t we get you cleaned up? How does that sound?”

Her eyes darted around, she was searching your face, maybe looking for something. When she seemed satisfied with her findings she gave a small nod. You stood up and held a hand out for her to take. Her hand was so tiny, just like Will’s in your much larger grasp. You felt the tears coming back but they didn’t fall. 

You walked her down the hall and led her to the bathroom. You opened the door and looked at her, she was just staring. “Do you want me to stay with you? I could clean your face?”

She turned her head up to look at you while you looked down at her. She gave a nodding of her head. You lead her inside, closing the door behind you. Closing the toilet lid you motioned for her to sit down, while you grabbed a washcloth from under the sink and ran it under the lukewarm water. You looked to the side of you and saw El with her head down and just picking at her skin near her nails. You walked over and squatted again to be just below her chin, placing your hands on hers to stop the fidgeting. You looked at her face, she had smears of dirt covering her nose and cheeks.

“May I?” you asked while holding the washcloth up.

She just nodded again. Slowly placing one hand under her chin and with the other holding the cloth you gently wiped away the dirt and grime. You noticed her eyes starting to water and you didn’t know if you should say something or pretend to not notice. With both her cheeks cleaned you started on her nose. Again you were slow and gentle, not wanting to hurt her even just a little bit.

“Why do they call you Eleven?” you asked, the question having been on your mind for a bit.

El just slowly pulled her sleeve up and showed you her wrist. There on her wrist, in black permanent ink, was a tattoo with the number 011. You smoothed a delicate thumb over the marked skin and then looked at her.

“I’m so sorry sweetie.”

You could see the tears rolling silently down her cheeks. You ran your knuckles over the wet skin and then placed them on her knees. The two of you are just looking at each other. You saw her leaning forward and then placing a finger below your eye in a similar fashion you did to her. You touched a hand to your face and realized your tears were falling as well. You laughed, you don’t know why, but you just did. Maybe you were going insane.

“The bath.”

You looked at El and her eyes were lit up by an idea.

“What?”

“Bath,” You looked behind you at the empty tub and back to El. 

You just furrowed your brows and said, “okay.”

…

You all drove to the school in your two cars. Jonathans and Hoppers.

Apparently, the school holds about 1,500 pounds of salt. 

You decided to go with Jonathan and Hopper to help with grabbing all the needed salt for the bath. Hopper’s in the shed throwing the ice to Jonathan who throws it to you so that you could put it down. A working line is always faster.

“Hey, wait. It’s not gonna snow next week, is it?” you grunted with each bag of salt Jonathan threw at you.

Hopper just gave a breathy exhale, “worst case, no school.”

“Even if we find Will in there…” Jonathan asked as Hopper continued to throw salt bags.

“What are we going to do about that thing?” He finished his sentence.

Hopper grunted, “we’re not gonna do anything. I don’t want you anywhere near this, all right?”

More salt was coming, it felt like it wasn’t gonna stop.

“Your mom’s been through enough already.”

“But he’s our brother,” you outspoke.

The salt stopped being thrown. Hopper stepped out of the shed so the both of you could fully see him. He was looking intensely at the both of you, he was serious. 

“Listen to me. The both of you. I’m gonna find him. All right?”

He placed both of his hands on each of your shoulders and held the both of you in place. His gaze looked back and forth between the two of you trying to make sure he was conveying his urgency. He was trying to make sure the both of you got his message through your thick skulls.

“You gotta trust me on this. I am going to find him.”

He released the hold on your shoulders and went back into the shed and threw a bag of salt into Jonathan almost making him fall backward. He then threw the bag at you. The cycle of throwing continued as before. When Hopper had thrown pretty much all the bags of salt, the three of you trudge your way into the middle school gymnasium where the kiddie pool was filled with water. You, Hopper, and Jonathan each cut open a bag of salt and poured it into the full kiddie pool.

When almost all the bags were full Dustin placed an egg to see if it was buoyant enough for El to float freely. It sank so you had to dump more salt into the water, second time the charm, right? Dustin placed a new egg in the salt water and it floated perfectly. Relief filled you because you were tired of cutting open bags of salt, your arms felt like they were gonna snap off.

Mike set up his walkie and tuned into a static frequency again. When everything was pretty much ready for El she took off her coat and socks, she also took off the watch she was wearing and handed it to Mike. Joyce handed her the taped-up goggles and placed them over her eyes before stepping into the pool. Hopper and Joyce both had a hold of each of her hands and gently guided her body into the water. All of you sat around the outer edge of the pool watching as El sat down and let the water hold her weight.

The fluorescent lights started to flicker above you, everyone looking up with an air of amazement surrounding them. El was floating with her arms stretched out beside her and her dress billowing around her. She didn’t speak for a few minutes and then she did.

“Barbara?”

Nancy perked up at the name of her friend. El started to breathe heavily like she was seeing something she didn’t want to. Breathing picked up in its already fast pace and the lights started pulsating and then they blacked out.

“What’s going on?” Nancy whispered.

“I don’t know,” Mike replied.

Nancy started to worry when El didn’t say anything more about Barb.

“Is Barb okay? Is she okay?”

El started whispering, “Gone. Gone. Gone. Gone.”

Nancy started to cry hearing El say that Barb was gone. She leaned against Jonathan for support and he wrapped an arm around her shoulder pulling her in. Joyce tried shushing her and reassuring her, “it’s okay. It’s okay.”

Her breathing was still coming in harshly and she was starting to yell, “gone!” Joyce and Hopper reached into the water and held her arms trying to ground her instead of wherever she was in her head. Joyce was giving her reassuring rubs while Hopper was rubbing his thumb on the back of her hand.

“It’s okay, we’re right here.” 

She kept rubbing her hand up and down, “We’re right here, honey. It’s okay, I got you. Don’t be afraid. I’m right here with you. It’s okay.”

Her breath eventually evened out and she was back to her normal pace.

“Castle Byers.”

Joyce looked at you and Jonathan with hope in her eyes. You were gnawing on your bottom lip with worry, if you kept it up blood was sure gonna be drawn. Your hands were grasping the edge of the pool, giving you something solid to keep you level-headed. You don’t know what you would do if after all this time she says that Will is ‘gone’. All this time of searching for him, getting your hopes up after seeing him alive.

“Will?” El said.

You and Joyce both gasped.

“You tell him…tell him I’m coming. Mom is coming.”

El was talking to Will, telling him Joyce was coming for him, to hold on. You then heard the walkie crackle with life and then a voice, his voice.

“Hurry.”

Just the one word brought tears to your eyes. He was alive, but barely holding on. You don’t know the effects of staying in this Upside Down for a week, especially on Will’s fragile and small body. Joyce started to speak to Will through El again, her voice giving a stutter to her words.

“Okay. Listen, you tell him to…to stay where he is. We’re coming. We’re coming, okay? We’re coming, baby.”

You could hear whimpering coming through the walkie and then El sat up and pulled the goggles off her eyes. Her breathing was heavy and jagged. Joyce pulled her in close and held her over the lip of the pool.

“Oh, okay, okay. I’ve got you.”

She was giving her reassuring kisses on her temple and kept murmuring, “You did so good honey. I got you.”

She began to cry and it broke your heart into even smaller pieces at the sound and look on her face. You looked at Nancy and her face was pulled into a frown, her eyes glassy. She just stared into the water, watching the ripples, probably thinking about Barb. 

When El calmed down you grabbed a towel and with Joyce, the two of you helped pull her up and out. You wrapped the fabric tight around her small frame and tried to rub warmth into her body. You squeezed her in a firm hug, a hand going to the back of her head to keep it pressed to your shoulder.

“Thank you El,” you whispered in her ear.

You released her to the care of Mike, Dustin, and Lucas. The three of them sat together on the bleachers, El leaning on Mike with Dustin sitting beside him and Lucas a seat above rubbing El’s arm and making sure the towel was tight around her.

‘Good kids’ you thought with a smile on your face.

You turned to your group of older adults. Hopper was throwing his coat back on in a hurry. “So this fort. Where is it?”

“Uh, it’s in the woods behind our house,” you stuttered.

“Yeah, he used to go there to hide,” Jonathan said.

Hopper with his coat and hat began to rush out of the gym and down the abandoned hallways. You, Joyce, and Jonathan looked at each other and then hurried after Hopper. Hopper pushed open the door heading for his truck, you three still following. Hopper turned around to the three of you where he heard your rushed feet.

“Hey, get back inside.”

“What, are you insane? No, I’m-” “Look, if something happens to me, I don’t make it back-”

“Yeah, but then I’ll go. You stay. Are you kidding me? He’s my son, Hop. My son.”

You and Jonathan stood behind just watching this argument. You didn’t want either of them to go into the Upside Down, especially your mom, but Joyce seemed firm in her decision on going with Hopper. She turned around to both of you. Your arms wrapped as a security blanket and a frown tugging your lips.

“Now, listen, I need the both of you to stay here..”

“No.” “Mom, please-”

“No, you guys need to stay and watch the kids.”

“No, mom,” Jonathan pleaded.

She hugged Jonathan as he kept pleading, “I can help.”

“Please, I need you to stay, Jonathan.”

She released him and then grabbed you in an embrace, the both of you holding each other tightly.

“Please don’t go, mom,” you whimpered out.

“It’s gonna be okay honey,” she cooed.

“Joyce!” Hopper yelled from his truck.

Joyce reluctantly removed herself from you, sending you off with a kiss on your forehead. You and Jonathan just watched as she hurried over and got into the passenger seat. Hopper backed out then sped off into the night leaving behind his taillights until they faded completely.

…

The both of you walked back into the gym after staying outside long after Hopper’s truck disappeared into the distance. You were greeted with the sight of Nancy sitting in front of the tiger's mural with her knees up. Jonathan walked up to her and slid down the wall beside her. 

You walked over to the gym doors for a moment to see how the kids were doing. The three boys were talking amongst themselves while it looked like El was taking a nap after using all her energy.

“We have to go back to the station.”

You whipped your head at Nancy’s words. Even Jonathan was surprised.

“What?”

“Your mom and Hopper are walking in there like bait. That thing is still in there. And we can’t just sit here and let it get them, too. We can’t.”

Jonathan was nodding his head at her reasoning. You understood as well, but you still didn’t like the idea they were falling towards.

“You still wanna try it out?” Jonathan asked.

Nancy held her voice firm, “I wanna finish what we started. I want to kill it.”

“Okay, cool, yeah, but what about the kids?” you spoke to the side of them.

They looked at each other like they forgot about that part. They got up from the floor and looked through the windows like you did earlier.

“They’ll be safer here, away from everything,” Nancy stated firmly.

You didn’t want the kids to be by themselves, but you didn’t want to leave Jonathan and Nancy behind so you joined them as they rushed out the doors and towards Jonathan’s car.

…

“Jonathan, you go.”

“Why me?”

“Because you’re a guy and breaking into the police station is very gentlemanly.” Jonathan just huffed a sigh and got out of the car. You knew he was gonna do it anyway, you just wanted to annoy him a bit. You and Nancy watched as he slowly opened the front door and crept inside. Suddenly Nancy rushed out of the car in a hurry.

“Wait, Nancy-”

Your protests were hushed with the closing of her door.

You flopped against the backseats and sank low in case someone came by. The minutes felt like an hour before the both of them were back in the car. Jonathan was holding the box, but Nancy had something new in her hands.

“Whatcha got there Nancy?”

“An idea,” a fire extinguisher. She grabbed a fire extinguisher.

And with that, the three of you drove off to your possible death.

…

Jonathan was speeding down the empty highway going thirty over the speed limit. You were gripping onto the leather seats with such force that you thought claw marks were going to be left behind.

“Jonathan I know we’re in a hurry, but can you slow down just a little!”

“Seriously (Y/n)!” “I don’t want to possibly hit a deer!”

You could see Jonathan roll his eyes in the rear-view mirror. You wanted to say something about this sudden attitude about you caring if you got into an accident, but it fell off the tip of your tongue. Jonathan took a hard right turn into your driveway and in the process, you slid into the door, your head making contact with the window with a smack to the temple. You cradled the small wound with your hand as Jonathan turned the car off and he and Nancy got out of their seats heading to the trunk. You got out a second after, just slower.

“What the hell, Jonathan!”

Your cry fell on deaf ears as Nancy and Jonathan grabbed the supplies and headed inside. You stood by the car for a moment just watching this whole scene almost from an outside perspective. You threw your arms out in an exasperated gesture.

“It’s like I’m not even here,” you muttered.

You walked into the house and saw Jonathan and Nancy already working on stepping the house up. They were screwing in the bulbs that for some reason were off their strands. You began to do the same process as them since the house was pretty covered in them so it wouldn’t take a while. Once that part of the plan was done Jonathan grabbed two giant nails, the mallet, and a bear trap. He brought the items into the hall and hammered the nails into the ground so the bear trap was kept in place. Nancy was watching him do the whole process, and while they did that you took Nancy’s baseball bat and some nails from the cupboards. 

A regular wooden bat wasn’t gonna do anything, but a bat with nails… now that could do some damage. Satisfied with how it turned out you looked at Nancy and saw she was loading the revolver up and Jonathan was pouring gasoline in a line down the hall.

‘Your poor house was about to be wrecked…even more’ you sighed.

You looked around for the rifle but saw it nowhere in sight. You turned to Jonathan and Nancy, “Did either of you see the rifle?” 

They both shook their heads. You huffed a sigh, ‘cops probably took it’. You’ll have to ask Hopper if he could get it back for you later. Realistically the rifle isn’t the best gun for this type of close contact ‘hunting’, but damn did you want a shot at it.

With the bear trap set, the gasoline to Will’s room set, the revolver loaded, and your new nail bat, you were ready. Well not like ready ready, you think you might throw up soon if you kept thinking about that monster coming to get the three of you. 

You were pacing the living, the bat leaning against the wall so you didn’t accidentally stab yourself with a nail. You were wringing your hands together and rubbing them on the side of your thighs trying to rid them of the sweat being produced due to your nerves.

‘You were doing this, you were really doing this.’ you kept reminding yourself.

You felt Nancy’s eyes on your nervous form. Out of the corner of your eye, you see her getting up from the couch and walking over to you. You stop your motions and she stands before you. You could tell she was just as nervous as you, but she was doing a better job of keeping it contained. Her hands were gripping your upper arms and she gave a quick shake of your body.

“Everything is going to be okay, (Y/n).”

The way she said it was like she was trying to convince the both of you that your half-cocked plan was gonna go smoothly. You know any plan ever made never goes smoothly or even accordingly, it’s a common movie trope you’ve seen plenty of times. But you just gave a nodding of your head for the both of you and she smiled at you. 

She dropped her arms when she heard Jonathan walking back into the room from the kitchen, he was holding two sharp kitchen knives. He handed one to Nancy then turned to you with the other, you shook your head no with a grimace on your face. The three of you stood in a triangle, Jonathan and Nancy facing each other and you with your back to the ouija wall.

“Remember…” Jonathan started to remind y’all of the plan.

“Straight into Will’s room. And-” 

“Don’t step on the trap,” you finished for Nancy.

Nancy nodded, “wait for the yo-yo to move.”

“Then…” Jonathan flicked the silver lighter on giving the message.

You were gonna set that bitch on fire.

“All right, you ready?” Jonathan asked Nancy.

“Ready,” with a nod of her head.

They both raised a hand with the other holding the knife. You had to look away not wanting to see the blood. “On three,” Jonathan said. With your head turned completely away from the scene you could only hear them speak.

“One…two…”

He hesitated going into three, “you don’t have to do this-”

And the comment made you turn your head a bit to look at Nancy. Her face was screwed up tight, getting herself prepared for the slice in her palm.

“Jonathan, stop talking.”

“I’m just saying, you don’t have to-” “Three.”

You didn’t have enough time to turn away so you saw as they sliced deep into their palms, their blood spilling out. A shiver ran up your back at the impending thoughts in your head.

“Christ,” you whispered.

…

You grabbed a piece of cloth and ripped it up and handed a piece to Nancy and Jonathan as they tightly wrapped it to stop any bleeding. You looked at your ruined carpet and saw the dark red of their blood already seeping into the fabric, it’ll be coming. The two of them went to sit on the couch and you went back to your pacing. You were gnawing at the skin of your thumb when you heard creaking. You stopped in your tracks to see if Nancy or Jonathan noticed as well.

“Did you hear that?”

The three of you stayed quiet to see if there were any more noises. There was nothing for a few seconds, “it’s just the wind,” Jonathan supplied. He was probably right, but still, you were on alter.

“Don’t worry. My mom, she said the lights speak when it comes.”

“Speak?”

“They blink, kinda like how El’s powers manipulate the lights,” you added.

“Just think of them as alarms.”

“Just without the blaring noise.”

Nancy and Jonathan looked at you with your comment and you just shrugged.

“What?” They both just turned their attention back to each other.

They started to have a quiet conversation, hushed whispers. You just ignored them and continued with your pacing and nail-biting. You grabbed the bat and swung it around to see how the weight felt in your hands, not bad.

Loud banging shattered the tense air, your heart jumping in your chest and a gasp escaping your lips. The three of you stood still to see if it would happen again, your bat at the ready in case it was a trick of sorts. The banging continued and then a voice shouted from the other side of the wood door.

“Jonathan? You there, man? it’s…it’s Steve.”

‘Steve!’ your brain went alert.

“Listen, I just want to talk!”

He continued to bang on the door and because the other two were taking too long you went to it. You leaned your bat on the other side of you and opened the door just a crack. He was there, leaning against the house in the dark with just the porch light illuminating his features. 

His hair was a bit unkempt, probably running his fingers through the strands or tugging the roots. You could fully see the damage that Jonathan landed upon his face earlier. A cut on the upper bridge of his sculpted nose, a cut on his plush kissable lips, and the left side of his eye and face were covered in dried blood and broken skin. 

Steve looked taken aback at the sight of you. His eyes were a bit wide and if the circumstances were different you would have felt nervous under his dark brown gaze.

“(Y/n), hey, what are-”

“Well, one, I live here, and two you should go, Steve, it’s for your safety.”

“What, safety? Just- I’m not trying to start anything, okay?” You would have loved for him to come into your home and see before you Steve Harrington apologizing to your brother and, maybe you as well. 

You just saw as he squeezed his eyes and licked his bottom lip, wincing as he touched the dirty cut. You badly wanted to clean off his blood and fix his wounds, try and kiss him until he felt better, or kiss him until he was dizzy and couldn’t feel any ounce of pain, but you couldn’t. Not now, probably not ever.

You looked behind you in the house making sure everything was still okay. You sighed out and looked back to Steve through the crack, “I understand Steve, it’s just now isn’t the best time.”

You heard footsteps coming behind you and saw Steve shift his gaze to the person standing behind you, “Nancy?”

Of course, this was your cue to let her handle the situation. You stepped away from the door, grabbed the bat, and then walked further into the ruined home. You could hear their conversation in the doorway. Steve pleads with Nancy and Nancy tells Steve to leave, maybe he would listen to her instead of you. His words came out rushed and stuttering, trying to convey that he was sorry and that he messed up.

“Hey, what happened to your hand?” he now sounded concerned with Nancy’s state.

He started to sound protective and worried. You saw Nancy’s arm get yanked forward, and then she pulled it back into the house.

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing.”

A beat of silence and then Steve spoke again with the noise of protectiveness overtaking.

“Wait a sec. Did he do this to you?” “No,” Nancy stated firmly.

Steve started to push against the door making Nancy’s feet slide across the wood flooring, they started to argue.

“Nancy, let me in!” “No. No! No, Steve!”

With Steve being taller and stronger he was able to stumble into the home. His head was whipping around, looking from the string of lights, to the tarp covering the wall, to you and Jonathan. You saw his eyes look down to the bat you were holding in your grasp and a questioning look took over his face.

“What is…what the…”

“You need to get out of here,” said Jonathan as he tried to push Steve back to the door.

Steve was pushing back against Jonathan, “Whoa. What is all-”

“Listen to me, I’m not asking, I’m telling-”

“Steve, it’s better if you just leave, now,” you tried to reason with him.

You didn’t want him mixed up with this whole mess.

“What is that smell?” ‘Gasoline’, you supplied the answer in your head.

Jonathan and Steve kept pushing at each other, both of them trying to get the upper hand. You stood back, the bat raised high above your shoulder ready when needed to swing. You looked over to Nancy and saw she grabbed the revolver and turned to point it at Steve.

“Steve, get out!”

“Nancy!” you yelled.

Jonathan backed off Steve and Steve was holding his arms out to show he wasn’t any threat. His confusion probably just grew tenfold, what with Nancy holding a freaking gun at him.

“Wait. What is going on?” he stuttered.

“You have five seconds to get out of here.”

You were looking between Nancy and Steve. Nancy was holding herself firm, not a single waver in her body as she was pointing the gun. Steve was looking between Nancy and yourself, the two of you holding the weapons in the room.

“Okay, is this a joke? Stop. Put the gun down,” Steve said to Nancy slowly.

“I’m doing this for you.”

Your heart took a hit at the words, but you ignored it. Now wasn’t the time to feel sorry for yourself, all you wanted right now was for Steve to leave here in one piece. You don’t know when the monster will come, but if Steve doesn't leave soon he’ll be in danger.

“Steve, please leave, please,” you whispered the last word out.

He looked in your direction when you spoke and you saw the way his brows furrowed and flared his nostrils. You saw the way his chest was moving with his breathing, it was steady but was coming in hurried. You just kept looking at him as he was doing the same, your surroundings blurring just leaving the two of you.

You didn’t even notice the lights blinking, you didn’t hear Jonathan call Nancy, you didn’t hear what Steve was saying when he tore his gaze from yours. You didn’t hear anything for a whole minute, didn’t see anything outside your tunnel vision. You didn’t notice any of that, not until Jonathan shook your shoulder and was yelling your name. 

Nancy was still pointing the gun at Steve and she was counting down, Steve getting jumpy with each number she counted to.

“Three…”

“Whoa, wait! Wait!...”

“Two…”

“Nancy just put the-” “Nancy! The lights,” Jonathan yelled over everyone.

You looked above you and saw the lights blinking furiously. It was here. You turned around in any direction trying to gauge where it might come from. Jonathan pulled you closer with him, Nancy, and Steve. You now held the bat low in front of you with your back to Steve as he stood behind you.

“What is going on!” “Steve, shut up!” you yelled.

Jonathan and Nancy were back to back, Nancy with the revolver and Jonathan holding the mallet. The three of you were moving around like you had ants in your pants, not staying still in one place. With all the lights blinking you didn’t know the exact location of the monster. You saw Steve out of the corner of your eye, he was just watching the three of you.

“I don’t see it!”

“Where is it?” “I don’t know!” “Where is what?” Steve yelled over the noise. “Hello? Will someone please explain to me what the hell is going-”

A loud crashing broke off Steve’s sentence and all four of you turned at the noise. A spot in the ceiling just above the hole in the wall was cracked, the plaster falling to the floor. You could see underneath was something moving, something was trying to push itself into the room. Your grasp starts to get sweaty again and the bat clatters to the ground behind you, forgotten in your mind. 

Your breathing was coming in too quickly for it to have a steady rhythm. Unconsciously you gravitated toward Steve and grasped onto his wrist that was beside you. You weren’t able to see Steve turning his head to look at your panicked face, you were too busy watching as Nancy held the gun and shot at the hole, she kept shooting at whatever was making its way through. She only stopped when Jonathan wrapped an arm around her waist pulling her away and down the hallway. Your brain kicked into fight or flight mode and it chose flight, so with Steve’s wrist in your hold, you pulled the both of you away. You followed just behind Jonathan and suddenly remembered the bear trap.

“Jump!” you yelled to Steve behind.

“Oh, my god! Oh, my god!” he was screeching from behind.

When Steve got into Will’s room Jonathan slammed the door shut.

“Jesus! Jesus! What the hell was that?”

“Shut up!” Jonathan and Nancy yelled.

…

When the lights stopped flickering and the yo-yo wasn’t snagged, the four of you slowly left Will’s room and looked into the hall. The monster didn’t fall into your trap. You could just barely feel Steve’s body pressed close to your back as you crept down the hall and closer towards the living room. Jonathan led the way with Nancy just behind him. You weren’t sure if it was your mind playing tricks or what, but you felt Steve lightly grasp the back of your jacket keeping you closer to him in the back. You turned your head to look at him but he wasn’t paying attention.

The four of you stood in the living room looking at the damage. You sighed through your nose and closed your eyes, a moment of peace. You opened your eyes when you could faintly hear Steve muttering behind you. His hands wouldn’t stay still, whether they went to his hair or slapped the outside of his thighs, tugging at his dark green sweater, they didn’t stop.

“This is crazy. This is crazy. This is crazy. This is crazy! This is crazy! This is crazy!” He just kept repeating the words like a mantra.

He jumped to the landline in the kitchen and started to dial a number, presumably nine-one-one. Nancy stormed over to him just as he held it to his ear, she grabbed it and threw it onto the floor. Steve threw his arms out and asked with a bit of a higher pitch to his voice, “what are you do- What are you doing? Are you insane?”

“It’s going to come back!” Nancy yelled at his face. “So you need to leave, right now,” she held firm.

Steve, with an expression rivaling a puppy’s face, looked from Nancy to Jonathan and then his eyes landed on you. Your bottom lip pulled in between your teeth, arms crossed over your chest with your hands in fists. A sullen look was displayed across your face, you wanted him to stay, so so badly. You wanted to pretend to live in a fantasy dream with Steve where there was nothing wrong and the two of you were happily in love, but that wouldn’t happen, and it especially wouldn’t happen today.

“You should go, Steve,” you quietly stated.

With a distorted expression Steve ran off into the night, and for your sake, you hope he drove off far away from this mess. 

Just a few minutes after Steve slammed the door behind in his departure the lights started to pulse again, it was back for round two. Swinging your body around like you did the first time, you were looking around trying to pinpoint the entry point. You also then realized you haven’t been holding the nail-studded bat this entire time. With the strobing of the lights, it wasn’t easy to look around you without your eyes starting to water.

“Where is it?” “Come on, you son of a bitch.” “You see it?” “No, Where-”

“Anyone seen the bat?” “(Y/n)!” “What? I can’t see-”

And then the lights burnt out, shutting the three of you in complete darkness. Your heart was jumping out of your chest, your legs shaking so much they could give out at any moment. You could probably only see a step in front of you, but your ears were on high alert. Then the growling came, that sick, hungry growling of the dangerous predator. You turned in the direction of the noise and saw it looming over the three of you.

“Jonathan!” you cried.

Jonathan turned a second too late and the monster lunged at him, pinning him to the ground, its monstrous mouth opened and drool was pooling from the mouth onto Jonathan’s face. Your fear kicked even higher with Jonathan in danger. “Jonathan!” you and Nancy screamed in terror. The monster leaned in closer and fully opened its mouth over Jonathan's face, it was just like your dream. Its mouth opened like a flower, Jonathan peering into the rows of teeth before being consumed.

“Go to hell, you son of a bitch!” Nancy said while pointing the gun.

She shot a few rounds to get the monster off Jonathan. When it stood on the ground it stood to the full height it possessed, it almost touched the ceiling. You were still looking around for your bat or anything at this point to hit it with. Nancy continued shooting until the gun clicked, no more bullets. The monster was roaring, its mouth fully open now.

You grabbed Nancy and pulled her into you, the two of you slowly walking back into the dining room. This was probably it, you were going to die similarly to your dream. At least it was distracted, Joyce and Hopper searching for Will without worrying about the creature getting them. They’ll find Will, bring him home, he’ll get to be a kid again, it brought just a once of peace to your screaming mind.

With your distracting thoughts, you weren’t able to see the figure moving in the dark with a bat running at the monster. With a grunt, Steve swung the bat at the creature. He started to lure the monster away from the two of you, giving you a moment to catch your breath. You saw the way Steve effortlessly was twirling the bat and landing hits on the body. He was pushing it further into the hall until you heard the sounds of the demonic screaming. It hit the bear trap.

“He’s in the trap!” yelled Nancy.

“He’s stuck!” Steve yelled out.

“Jonathan, now!”

The three of you watched the monster thrash in the hall, lights going berserk through the house again. Jonathan came up just beside you and flicked the lighter and threw it onto the gasoline trail. Your hallway caught on fire along with the demon stuck in the flames. You held your arm over your face to block out the heat wafting your way. Its screams were like those of a T-rex dinosaur, something loud and booming. Not wanting your house to burn to the ground you ran for the fire extinguisher Nancy took from the station and opened fire.

“Get back!”

With the fire out, and the lights off, the only thing surrounding you was the smoke wafting into the cramped space. All of you were coughing from the inhale. When it cleared you all crept slowly toward the trap to see the damage. With the smoke still clouded it was a bit hard to see, but you didn’t see a single trace of the monster behind.

“Where did it go?” Nancy coughed out.

“No, it has to be dead,” reasoned Jonathan. 

Steve held an arm out to keep you a few feet back from the bear trap. You grabbed his arm and just leaned forward to try and see anything. All you could see through the smoke was the burnt spot and what looked to be bubbling flesh on the closed trap.

You heard Jonathan gasp in front of you and saw he was looking up. You followed in his action and saw the trail of string lights, slowly this time, lit one by one. The four of you followed the trail, Jonathan and Nancy in the very back with you still behind Steve who was in front holding the bat. You watched as the lights stopped before the trap and then went back out of the hall. Following in its path you all watched mesmerized as the trail led to the front door.

“Mom?” you gasped.

If this was your mom and Hopper, they were in the Upside Down looking for Will right now.

“Mom, is that you?” Jonathan questioned the open air.

“Mom!” you cried.

Jonathan walked to the door and you pushed yourself forward to be beside him. With all four of you standing on the dark porch, you looked at the flickering street light, and then it stopped. “Where’s it going?” Nancy asked, “I don’t think that’s the monster,” Jonathan quietly said.

“What does that mean?” Steve asked.

“It’s our mom,” was your teary reply.

…

Finally having dealt with the monster and helping Joyce and Hopper, you were allowing yourself to have a breakdown, a moment alone, whatever you chose to called it. 

You walked back into the house and made for your room, shutting the door behind you. You sat on the floor and leaned against your bed. With your knees pulled in tight you wrapped your arms around them and threw your head down. 

You could have died, Jonathan and Nancy, and Steve could have died. You weren’t of any help, you froze, dropped your weapon, and couldn’t find it when needed. If Steve didn’t suddenly come in with your bat the monster probably would have killed you. You wouldn’t have been able to see Will again, and you would have caused Joyce actual grief.

The tears fell silently at first, just slowly and quietly falling from the seams of your closed lids. You felt their coldness as they ran down your cheeks like raindrops falling from the sky. When your tears started to fall a bit faster your breathing started to become more panicked, harsher. You couldn’t breathe, it felt like you were choking. Your vision was blurring, your surroundings felt like smoke slipping through your fingers, and a terrible headache was starting to pulse at your temples.

You didn’t even hear the knocking at your door or see it open to Steve peeking his head through. You didn’t even notice as he hesitantly walked to you and crouched before you and dropped a gentle hand onto your shoulder. Only when you felt the comforting squeeze on your shoulder and the feather-light touch of fingers moving your hair away from your face were you able to be grounded back into the present. You lifted your head from your protective cage and looked at Steve who was leaning forward. He drew back a bit when he saw your face was now in view and dropped his hands.

“Uh…I could- I could leave if you want.” With a shake of your head and a grip on his wrist, he stayed with you. Steve nodded his understanding. He moved to sit beside you as you both leaned against your bed. Turning your head you looked at Steve as he was looking around your room with a ghost of a smile on his bruised face.

“You should probably clean your face or something.” “Huh?”

He turned his head in your direction when you spoke and at his confusion, you pointed out his bloodied face. He made an ‘oh’ with his mouth, lifting a hand to his face and lightly touching the wounds. He was looking over your face, his eyes zipping across your facial structure. You didn’t know if you had any injuries, you didn’t feel any pain. Lifting a hand to your face you touched your temple, your cheek, and your nose. Didn’t feel anything.

“Do I have any bruising?” you asked Steve while he was still searching for something.

Steve shook his head ‘no’ and that was it.

The both of you are just sitting in the growing silence, neither of you knowing how to have a proper conversation. You were a grade below Steve in school so you didn’t share any classes, not even extracurriculars. All you knew was that he was on the swim team and the basketball team, he probably didn’t know anything about you. Like how you took drawing so you were able to do the activity with Will, or how you helped with the photography club because of Jonathan. You even tried out for the volleyball team but you didn’t make it past the second round of tryouts.

The two of you were strangers to the other, two different classes. That’s why it’s not much of a surprise he took a liking to Nancy, and it won’t be a surprise when you never get him if you even got the chance.

“You okay?”

That one question broke the silence. You looked to Steve and saw he already had his sights on you, it probably never left when you turned yours away. With a shrug of your shoulders that was the only answer, you gave for a moment, and then you spoke.

“I’ve just been having a shitty week.”

“I can see why…I mean, what the hell did we just fight?”

You chuckled. Yeah, what the hell did you just do? The four of you did something out of a horror movie or something. A group of rogue companions fighting a fierce evil to save someone they care about, like a D&D campaign the boys would do.

“You’ve been pretty out of the loop until tonight. Kinda why I didn’t want you to stay,” you whispered the last part.

You hoped Steve wouldn’t hear it, but he did. “Well if I wasn’t here, something bad could have happened to Nancy, or you.”

“What about Jonathan? you kinda still have to apologize…for earlier.”

His face screwed up when you mentioned earlier today at the theater alley. It got a bit tense again when you mentioned it, but it was something that Steve had to face if he wanted forgiveness and to show he understands his mistakes. You wanted to see Steve change and show his true character, not this fake ‘King Steve’ persona.

“I’m- I’m really sorry about all that. I shouldn’t have said any of that about Jonathan or your family. And I’m sorry for what Carol did at Lenny’s and what she said…about Tessa Anderson. Nicole said she heard that rumor about you and so Carol used it. I thought it was fake, but when I saw the way you froze and everything…I’m just- I understand if you can’t forgive me. I’ve been such a shitty person and I know it’s late to try and change that, but I want to try, for myself and-and for Nancy.”

You hated that you felt the twitch of jealousy in your bones. You wanted Steve to change for himself, just himself, but if Nancy is a reason for him wanting to be a better version of himself, you’ll take it. 

“Well, I’ll accept this apology, but you’re gonna have to work each day to prove you’re changing for the better. And I would like for you to apologize to Jonathan, as soon as possible.”

Steve nodded his head as confirmation.

Then it went back to silence, but it was a bit more comfortable now. He knows you forgive him, and you know he’s working on being a better person. Maybe, because of this weird situation, only a few of you are stuck in, it’ll make you closer. Maybe this will give you a chance to be closer to Steve than you’ve ever been. It gives you a bit of happiness in your chest at the thought of finally getting closer to Steve, someone who has always just been out of reach.

The silence was broken when you heard footsteps coming down the hall and stopping before your room. The door swung open and Jonathan was at the entrance. He looked between you and Steve with a pucker to his brows. He looked shocked to see Steve beside you, but he didn’t comment on it.

“We gotta go to the hospital.” “What? Why?” “Will,” that was the one word to get you up and moving.

…

When Jonathan stopped at the hospital the two of you sprinted so fast to the desk asking about Will.

Joyce was in the lobby with Hopper and when you saw her, the happiest of tears sprung to your eyes and you had the biggest watery smile. You hugged each other like you’ve been separated for a month and not just a few hours. You parted from her, allowing for Jonathan to get a rib-crushing hug. 

You turned in the direction of Hopper and threw your arms around his waist in an unexpected hug. It probably was weird to hug someone you weren’t exactly close with, but Hopper was someone you felt you could trust in this crazy situation. You felt how his body tensed when you slammed into him and how he hesitated to move his arms, but then they fell to your upper back and he gave a comforting rub.

“Thank you, Hopper.” “No problem kid.”

You pulled away from Hopper and looked at Joyce.

“Is Will okay?”

She nodded her head, “yes, they say his breathing is stable.”

You breathed a sigh of relief. You looked to the hospital doors when you heard footsteps, you saw Nancy and Steve walking. Then suddenly you remembered an important thing, “where are the kids?”

“They’re in the waiting room, but El…she was gone,” Hopper answered.

“What do you mean, gone?” Nancy questioned.

Hopper sighed, “they say she was fighting the monster and then, vanished.”

Your tears returned for the missing girl. You were starting to get a fondness for her, she deserved to be able to live a normal life. Not whatever she had before. Your thoughts of El were cut short when a nurse called for Joyce, “you can see Will now, follow me.”

Joyce, Jonathan, and you followed the kind nurse as she weaved through the crowded hallway and stopped just before a door, and held her hand out. You peered into the room from the doorway and saw him. Will had tubes attached to his nose and a needle sticking out his arm for the fluids. His eyes were closed and you could see the faint rise and fall of his chest. You cupped your hands over your mouth as you walked further into the room, you didn’t want to make a noise to wake him. Joyce and Jonathan sat on one side of his bed and you sat on the other. 

The three of you now just waited until he awoke from his deep slumber.

…

Will woke up a few hours later.

You were laying your head on your crossed arms that rested on his bed, trying to get some much-needed sleep. You felt someone shifting around and noises in the room, then a gentle pat on the top of your head. You squeezed your eyes against the harsh hospital lighting when you looked up and saw Joyce and Jonathan standing beside the bed. You looked to Will, he was already looking at you and had a smile on his face.

‘You’ve missed that smile so much’ 

“Hey buddy, I’ve missed you,” said quietly with tears in your eyes.

“Where…where am I?” Will asked with a cracked voice.

Joyce sniffled and looked at Jonathan, “you’re home. You’re home now.”

“You’re safe,” Joyce whispered.

“Jonathan,” Will said his name like he was remembering.

Jonathan had tears falling from his eyes and running down the side of his nose. He grinned at the sound of Will saying his name again and the moment brought the waterworks for you.

“Yeah, it’s me, buddy. We missed you.”

“We really missed you,” you added to Jonathan’s sentiment.

“Are-are you okay?”

You saw as Will pointed to Jonathan’s bandaged hand. Even when he was in danger for a week the first thing when he woke up was to make sure Jonathan is okay. In just that small moment, you made a promise in the back of your mind. You will be protecting Will from any future danger that comes his way, nothing is going to be taking him from you ever again, not if you can stop it.

You tuned out the conversation they were having and when you refocused the three of them were smiling at each other.

“Oh, hey, uh…”

You bent down to the side of you and grabbed a box and placed it on the bed in front of you. Will was looking at you and then into the box you grabbed. You smiled his way and he returned a twitch of his lip.

“We, uh…we brought you some stuff…so you don’t get bored in here.”

The box was full of different things that Will could use for drawing when he was back in his regular state. Right now he couldn’t do too much moving around.

“Also…uh, I made you a new mixtape. There’s some stuff on there I think you really might like.”

Jonathan grabbed the tape from the box and held it out for Will to take. The two smiled at each other, and then Will turned his head up at Joyce. She was just stroking his hair this entire time, a smile was imprinted on her face as well. Will turned his head to look at you and you grabbed his hand that was close to you. Your family was whole again, and your heart never felt fuller.

…

When the four of you had been talking with Will for a few hours you thought it was time to let the kids come and visit him. You kissed Will on the forehead and left the room, leaving Joyce and Jonathan with him. You walked to the waiting room and through the glass, you could see everyone. Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler with Holly, Hopper, Steve with his face still busted, Nancy checking her watch, and then the three boys. Mike was leaning forward on his thighs while Lucas and Dustin were sleeping, Dustin resting his head onto Lucas’ shoulder, if only you had a camera right now.

You opened the door to the waiting room and looked at Mike, giving a nod of your head. He jumped from his seat and started to shake Lucas and Dustin from their nap. He was yelling, “guys. Guys, he’s up. Will is up. Guys, Will’s up.” Dustin and Lucas pushed at each other when they woke up and the three of them were off. 

“Guys, down the hall, third door on the right!” you yelled to their departing figures.

You turned to Steve and he was already looking at you. You gave a tilt of your head out the door, then headed out. You heard Steve follow a second later and walked beside you. You stopped at the vending machines and pulled a few bills you had in your pockets. You were taking your time looking for something that you could snack on, you haven’t eaten in a few hours or something. You finally just selected some M&Ms.

“You know you can get your face checked out, we are in a hospital.”

You bent down to grab the candy and then stood up and looked at Steve. 

“Yea, probably should. I mean it’s not like my parents are gonna ask about it, they’re out of town right now.”

“Are you sure you want to go home to an empty house, after what we saw?”

Asking the question felt like you were trying to invite him to your house, well back to your house, just under better circumstances. You know that, personally, you're gonna be having nightmares for a while. That creature, the Demogorgon, something the kids called it, will be haunting you for months.

You didn’t realize that you stopped talking or zoned out. The feeling of Steve’s elbow hitting your waist caught your attention. He had a delicate smile brightening his darkened features.

“You trying to invite me over, Byers?”

You smirked and rolled your eyes at his comment, “you wish Harrington.”

Then you thought about it for a moment, “just…if you need someone to talk to…our number is in the phone book.”

The two of you stared at each other after that and it just felt…nice.

“Well I’m gonna- I’m gonna head back to Will. So, see ya, Steve,” you said while walking backward in the direction of Will’s hospital room.

“See ya, (Y/n),” a wave of Steve’s hand.

You turned forward and continued on your walk, the butterflies in your stomach not settling for a second after the conversation. Maybe something good came out of this terrible thing.

…

The next few weeks were quiet, a good quiet.

Will had to stay in the hospital for two weeks, so you would visit him almost every day and stay until you weren’t allowed anymore. They only allowed Joyce and Hopper to stay overnight, them being the adults and all. When school was over you and Jonathan would make your way to the hospital and entertain Will. He was in better condition each passing day. 

Sometimes the boys would come with the two of you after school and stay until their parents picked them up or they left with you and Jonathan. They would talk about stuff that happened at school, or a new D&D campaign they were preparing for when Will was back home. Seeing them interact together made you so happy, they were back to being normal kids, and not kids who witnessed terrible things before their own eyes. Sometimes Mike would mention El and the mood would dip a little with the mention of the missing friend.

Nancy and Steve even would drop by once or twice. At first, it kinda shocked you, you thought Nancy only visited because she was picking Mike up, but she stayed for a little and would keep you and Jonathan company when Steve wasn’t with her. When Steve came by the first time your heart picked up pace. You saw the way Jonathan’s jaw tensed at the thought of Steve being there. He told you that Steve talked with him the following day after Will was back, Jonathan said he accepted the apology but told Steve it would be fine if they didn’t try to become friendly. They were civil around each other, but neither of them went out of their way to be friends. Honestly, Steve and you were becoming a bit closer, and with you becoming closer with Steve you noticed how Jonathan was becoming more protective.

-

You were having nightmares almost every night. 

Sometimes it was you being chased by the Demogorgon and then it would eat you. Other times it's a dream where you witness someone being ripped to shreds from the sharp talons of the creature. Sometimes the person was Jonathan or Joyce, sometimes Hopper, and a recent one involving Steve. You and whoever was with you in the dream would be running away and then the monster would grab them and you would just stand frozen in fear. You would just be helpless and watch as they released a blood-curdling scream from the depths of their lungs, blood seeping from their wounds where the claws seeped into. They would cry out your name, a plea for help, and you would just shake with fear and fall to the floor. When the monster was done destroying their body it would just drop their body to the floor and it would start its way towards you, its next victim.

You would awake in a sweat, your heart feeling like a hummingbird trapped in a cage. The darkness of your room felt like shadows were watching you, enjoying the torment you were suffering from in your sleep. Sometimes you would go to Jonathan’s room and crawl into his bed, or just check to make sure he was completely safe and alive. Sometimes you would just sit in your bed and cry yourself back to sleep or not even sleep at all, you would just move through the day in a zombie-sluggish state until your body collapsed in on itself. One time you passed out in school and awoke in the nurse's office. 

Sometimes when the dream involves Steve you would walk to the landline in the kitchen, pick it off the receiver, and with a finger hovering over the numbers ready to dial his house, you would then decide against it and go back to your room. You would find relief when you saw him walking the halls in the morning, sometimes he was with Nancy, and other times he would visit you.

-

You were starting to distance yourself from people, well, not like you had many people to distance yourself from anyway. You started to keep your distance from people even more, you would spend your lunch on the bleachers by the track field. Now you said to yourself, ‘keep your distance, distance equals fewer people getting hurt’. Now see that worked for a little until you became friends with a girl one day. 

The two of you just minding your own business, you were reading a book for your English class when you heard a voice speak up beside you.

“You a Charles Dickens fan?”

You looked up from the pages of your book, A Tale of Two Cities, and peered up at the girl standing before you. Her shoulder-length brunette hair with blonde highlights, her face splattered in freckles, and her eyes were shining with a friendliness behind their sea green color. She wore a couple of silver chains that rested against her collarbones, a simple maroon sweater, and black denim jeans covering her body, and she wore red converse that looked to be covered in scribbles.

You looked back to the book and then at her again.

“Um, not really, school assigned.” “Ah, you in Mrs. Welshes' class?” You were taken aback by her question, “yea, fourth period.”

“Oh cool, I have her second period.”

You nodded your head with a closed mouth. You didn’t want to try and get friendly with her, better she stays away from you, for her safety. You began to subtly pack your belongings into your bag and grabbed your lunch. 

“Hey, you think we could study after school some day? I kinda need help with English,” the girl asked out of the blue. Again you were taken aback by her forwardness to someone she just met. You were getting ready to decline her, but then when you looked at her something in you said, “yeah, I would be up for that.”

“Cool, you free tomorrow?”

“Uh, yea, I can clear my plans.”

You were planning on just going home and locking yourself away, but one day wouldn’t hurt. Plus, you know Will would be happy to know you were hanging out with someone other than Jonathan, “do you two have friends that aren’t each other?” he asked one day. It was funny, but also kinda true, maybe distancing yourself from people wasn’t the right idea when trying to overcome your trauma. 

Before the girl could leave you remembered you didn’t ask for her name.

“Um, I didn’t get your name?”

“It's Robin… Buckley, Robin Buckley, that’s my name.” “(Y/n) Byers. So I’ll meet you at the library after school tomorrow?”

“See you then, Byers!”

-

Now, with your nightmare consuming your mind every time you close your eyes for more than an hour, you aren't sleeping. So, because you were starting to get desperate you resorted to…drugs. Not hard drugs or anything, just weed. You knew a kid at school who was a dealer, so you approached him one day during lunch. 

Munson was sitting at his table with his group of friends and they were talking away about something. You approached from behind and tapped Eddie on the shoulder. He looked surprised that it was you, but it washed away and was replaced with a charming smile.

“Byers, what can I do for you?”

You leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “I was hoping I could buy something, you know?”

He pulled away from your close contact and lifted his brows. You were biting down on your bottom lip and waiting for some type of reply from him. He looked conflicted at your request, but when you turned your eyes on him, he looked sad. He could probably see the redness in your eyes from all the rubbing you did with the palm of your hands, or the dark purple circles growing each day under your eyes. Maybe also the way you were holding yourself, you were swaying to a nonexistent breeze, your legs feeling like they could give out any minute.

“Yea, just give me a minute.” You nodded your head and backed away from the table while he talked with his friends. They looked from Eddie to you and then at each other. Munson stood from the table and walked to you with a hand held before you. “Shall we?” he asked, that charming charisma still in place. You slapped a palm onto his and with a tug, the two of you left the lunchroom. 

If you felt eyes watching your back as you departed you didn’t bother checking to see the culprit.

-

You quit Lenny’s Pizza.

Actually, you were fired because of how many days you called off or just didn’t even show up for your shifts. You weren’t too upset at the loss of the job, you hated it anyway. 

Yea, you weren’t making any money currently, but you had enough saved up that you were able to buy small Christmas gifts for everyone. Also, the thrift store was a close friend of yours so you were able to find a majority of things that you knew everyone would like when you scanned up and down the many aisles. Although when you thought about getting something for Steve, you faltered. You wanted to get him something, but you weren’t sure if that was crossing some type of line. Sure the two of you were getting closer, but were you close enough to get him a gift? You held off, for now, maybe for his birthday, you would get him something.

One day, a week before Christmas, there was a knock at the front door. With you being the only one home, Joyce and Jonathan working, and Will at the Sinclairs, you were a bit spooked. You trudge up from your seat on the couch in front of the TV and walk to the door. Slowly you opened the door a crack and then all the way when you saw who was on the other side.

“Steve?”

Steve was standing in a dark brown coat to fight off the winter chill, his hands stuffed into the pockets of the coat. His cheeks were flushed with a rose tint that slowly was kissing the tip of his nose and ears. The wind swishing caused the strands of his hair to be pushed and pulled into different directions, it still held its shape though. He was grinning at your surprised face and his eyes drifted over your body.

“Cute pants.” You looked down and saw that you were wearing a pair of Star Wars pajama pants and a giant oversized t-shirt. You blushed when you become self-conscious about your appearance before Steve. Pushing hair behind your ear you let a chuckle out and stood aside with an arm out.

“Would you like to come in?”

“Thought you would never ask.”

With the door shut and Steve inside he removed his hands from his jacket pocket, and he was holding something within his grasp. It was a small white box, something like a jewelry box. You heard your blood rushing in your ears and your heart beating a second faster. It was kinda like that one dream you had. ‘Are you psychic?’ you questioned for a second.

Steve cleared his throat and it drew your attention away from your thoughts. He was fidgeting with the small box and he kept a darting gaze from you to anything else in the room. He was leaning from the balls of his feet to his heels. You took two steps closer and the gap between the both of you shrunk. Steve looked up from the box and held your curious look.

“I- I, uh, I thought I would bring you your gift early. I wasn’t exactly sure if you would even like it, but I asked your mom and even Will if they thought this was something you would be interested in so, so if you don’t like it, just blame them.”

You giggled nervously at his rambling and at the idea of him talking with Joyce and Will, trying to see if the gift he got for you was something you would enjoy. You took the box from his hands, a subtle shake in the hold, and you held the box like it was made of glass. You slowly opened the box and inside was a ring. It was silver all around and hugging the band was roses etched into the metal. It was something subtle, but so beautiful in its design.

“It’s stunning,” you looked up at Steve with a smile over your lips. 

He looked relieved at the comment. He released a small breath he must have been holding in, along with the tension leaving his shoulders. His face lit up in a similar smile as yours. You pulled the ring from the box and slipped it onto each finger to see if it fit. It fit the most comfortably on your index fingers, ‘a new ring to wear everyday’ you thought with a grin.

“I feel bad, I wanted to get you a gift, but I wasn’t sure what you might have liked.”

“It’s fine, maybe for my birthday you could get me something, you know when we get to know each other more.”

Just the whole sentence sent butterflies swarming into my stomach. He had the same idea as you, waiting for his birthday. And the fact he said “when we get to know each other more” made you so ecstatic, he wanted to be around you. But you had to remind yourself that he just wants to be friends, and he’s still with Nancy. At least Steve Harrington was now within your grasp, something that was always just seen as a dream.

…

It was Christmas day and everything was great.

Will had been at home now for almost a month. His health was great, with no visible side effects of the Upside Down, but know he’ll probably be haunted by the memories. Will has been going back to school, but once a week he has to visit Hawkins lab so they could make sure his brain and body are doing okay. Sometimes you join him and Joyce when they go, the doctor, Dr. Owens seems nice enough. You don’t trust the lab though, they made everyone sign NDAs so you couldn’t mention anything. It’s not like people would believe you if you explained the series of events and how they actually unfolded.

You and Jonathan were on your way to the Wheeler’s home where Will stayed since early morning so the boys could play their new campaign. You wanted to drop off your gifts for Dustin, Lucas, and Mike. Joyce doesn’t want Will riding around on his bike anymore, well, mostly during the night she doesn’t. You looked out the passenger window and watched as light drops of snow fell from the sky, barely starting to coat anything within its reach. When you reached the big home, you rushed to the front door hoping to fight away the cold creeping in.

Mrs. Wheeler opened the door and had a welcoming smile gracing her stunning features. She ushered the both of you in the front door. “The boys are downstairs,” she said with a smile and headed to the kitchen. You opened the basement door with Jonathan behind you and you could hear the boys talking loudly about something having to do with their game.

“Jeez, what’s that smell?”

“Smell like prepubescent boys, you gotta air this thing out, Mike.”

“Have you guys been playing games all day, or just farting?” You and Jonathan joked with the boys.

Lucas chuckled, “Oh, that’s just Dustin. He farted.”

Dustin’s smile fell when Lucas started to make fun of him, “Dustin farted,” and he blew some raspberries his way.

“Okay, very mature, Lucas.”

You grinned at the boy's interaction. You walked to the table and held out a bag to Dustin and Lucas, then you handed one to Mike. You watched as they opened the gifts and smiled at the trinkets you found at the thrift. Happy with the items they recevied, they jumped from their seats and hugged you around the waist which you reciprocated with pleasure, and a head ruffle. Jonathan nodded to Will and you watched as he collected his stuff and followed behind him up the stairs.

“Bye boys, stop by the house soon,” you said while walking up the basement stairs.

With a chorus of tiny voices and “okays,” you closed the door. You stopped through the kitchen to wish Mrs. Wheeler a ‘Merry Christmas’ and met up with the boys near the stairs. You saw Nancy coming down as you turned the corner and gave her a wave. She smiled back and called out to Jonathan. You stood beside Will at the door and watched as Nancy stopped before Jonathan. She was holding a wrapped box in her grasp.

“Uh…” “Merry Christmas,” she said with a smile on her lips.

“Thanks, um…I…I didn’t get you anything.” You watched as Jonathan stuttered during the exchange. A tug of your lips was all you showed to your amusement at this moment.

“I…I feel bad.” “No. No, it’s, uh, it’s not really a present.”

That piqued your interest.

“It’s, um… Well, you’ll see.”

And then you watched with widened eyes as Nancy leaned forward, a hand on Jonathan’s chest, and a delicate kiss placed upon his cheek. You turned your head down to Will and saw he looked just as surprised as you with the interaction. You ruffled his hair at the look on his face. 

Looking back at Nancy and Jonathan, Nancy held a shy look on her face, and you could see a smile playing on Jonathan’s lips.

“Merry Christmas,” was all he said to her.

He turned around to you and Will, “you ready?”

“Yeah,” Will nodded his head.

“Let’s go.”

“I’m starving,” you spoke.

The three of you walked back out into the snowfall winter air, Will in the back with you and Jonathan up front. “All right. Buckle up.” Will leaned his head forward and pointed to the wrapped box sitting in the middle, “can I open it?”. Jonathan smiled at him and nodded his head, “yeah, sure.” With excitement Will grabbed the box and began to tear through the neatly done paper. You looked down at the box and a smile appeared on your face. It was a new camera.

“Wow. Pretty cool,” Will said.

“Yeah, pretty cool,” Jonathan chuckled.

When you got back home Joyce was almost done with making dinner. You all decided to just open your presents right now since there weren’t many. Jonathan was testing his new camera out, taking photos of anything at the moment that captured his attention. He took some photos of you and Will as you opened presents. You grabbed one that was labeled with your name and gently, but still with excitement you ripped the paper off the item beneath.

“Holy shit!” you screamed.

Under the wrapping paper were three new vinyl albums that you haven’t been able to buy. You were smiling ear to ear and looking at Jonathan just as he snapped a photo of you, the flash blinding you for a moment. He pulled the camera away and was smiling back at you.

“You like them?” “Are you kidding, of course!” you beamed down to the records.

Super Trooper by ABBA, The Game by Queen, and Rumors by Fleetwood Mac were placed delicately onto your lap and you just gazed upon them. You’ve been wanting them for a while, but the record store a town away was always out of stock.

“What you got there?”

You looked up at Jonathan thinking he was talking to you, but then you turned to Will as he was pulling a big box from under the tree. “That one of yours?” you asked curiously. “Yeah,” Will said while looking at the box.

“Looks pretty big,” Jonathan faked curiosity.

He took another picture, this one of Will, and the flash caused another moment of black spots in your vision. You tried blinking them away and saw Jonathan walk away. “Be careful. You’ll break it,” you warned Will as he was shaking the box to hear the contents inside. You felt overjoyed as you looked between Will, as he ripped a small hole trying to peek within the contents, and looked at Jonathan as he was snapping photos of Joyce in the dining room placing the food onto the table. You placed the albums on the couch and walked to the table.

“They’re so runny.” “Mom, it’s gonna be great,” you said while she criticized her potatoes. “It’s definitely an Atari,” Will stated as he sat down.

“An a-what-i?” Joyce asked.

“The green present. It’s an Atari. I felt Dustin’s today, it’s the same exact weight.”

“What are you, Batman? Why such a detective?” you giggled.

“Really, well…we’ll just have to see, won’t we?” Joyce played coy.

Just as you were about to eat Will stood up from his seat,

“Hey, no more snooping,” called out Joyce.

“No, I forgot to wash my hands. I’ll be right back.”

The three of you looked at each other for a moment and then dug into the food. You grabbed some potatoes, green beans, some turkey, and ham, when suddenly, “oh I should get my polaroid.”

You stood from the table like Will and walked down the hall into your room searching for the chunky camera. When you found it hidden under a pile of stuff you checked if there was film already inside, when nothing came out you checked your drawers for a new pack. When a new pack was inside and the top layer was spat out, you left your room.

Just as you left your room you could faintly hear coughing from inside the bathroom. You stepped in closer and leaned your ear against the wood door. You could hear Will coughing and then the sink water running. You waited until the water was turned off and saw the doorknob turn. Will stepped back when he saw you in front of the open doorway.

“You okay?” you whispered.

He hesitated, but then he quickly smiled and said, “yeah, I’m good.”

He walked back to the dining table, but you stood in your spot a moment longer. You weren’t sure if he was telling the truth or what, but you didn’t want to be pushing him on the matter. You walked back to the table and sat down.

“Mmm. Hey, mom. Did Will tell you about, uh, the game?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“No. What game?” “I threw a fireball at him and…” Will imitates an explosion with his mouth, “dead.”

“Wait, what is… You mean, this is…”

“It’s just Dungeons and Dragons, mom,” you quelled her nerves.

“Dungeons and Dragons, right.”

“It’s fun. (Y/n) you should play sometime.” “I would love to Will, it’s just that I think the boys wouldn’t like an inexperienced player ruining the game flow.”

“That’s just an excuse to not play,” Will retorted.

“No, I would love to play, it’s just very complicated.”

As you all continued in the easy and cheerful dinner conversation, the snow outside continued to fall fast and cold. It covered every inch of the surface that it could find. The warmth of your home being able to block out the coldness from outside, keeping the four of you in your quaint jolly cheer. Everyone with a smile taking control of their facial features, not a single one of you thinking of the events that took place a month prior. 

If someone were to see the scene from outside they wouldn’t know about the horrors the four of you have seen and wouldn’t know that some of you can’t escape them. They wouldn’t know about the destruction this house has seen and the damage done to it so you could defeat a demon. They wouldn’t know that the young boy was trapped in another world for a week and was on the brink of death. No, all they would see is a happy family of four eating at the table, talking about their friends, talking about ideas on their gifts under the tree, talking about anything.

The family wouldn’t even know about the impending horror looming in the back of the forest. Watching with its evil eyes, waiting for the perfect moment to strike and ruin the happy image it’s currently watching. No, it’s biding its time. You won’t even know it's there until it’s too late.

But that’s something to worry about later.

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Beyond the sea

─Luffy x mermaid!reader

─Summary: Venturing outside the established limits made you meet what could be your soulmate, you are completely grateful for having disobeyed your father a little.

─Warnings: inspired by the movie ponyo.

SOOOO, this is a wonderful collab with @alicedash2, who had the idea, if you liked the topic you can check out her post too!! and Here is her Wattpad account in case you want content in portuguese! :p

Luffy took firm steps across the uneven terrain, a frown lingering on his face as he huffed angrily, Ace and Sabo didn't let him go up to the treehouse, so he decided to go to the beach to see the ships that came and went from Foosha Village port, he swung his arms until he finally reached a small cliff, he went down a clear path where the rocks were more worn until he reached the shore and kicked the water, still a little annoyed with his brothers.

His eyes scanned the sea, seeing how Shanks' ship was near the port, he smiled when thinking about the redhead, he waited impatiently for him to tell him more stories about his adventures, and he would also ask him again to be part of his crew.

"Huh?"

His gaze stopped at something floating near his, childish curiosity urged him to get closer, regardless of whether his clothes got wet, he cringed because of how cold the water was but he continued until the water reached up to his thighs, looking sideways, he found a stick floating next to him, he used it to poke the floating thing until it turned over, it was a fish.

"What a strange fish, it has human face… will it be edible?"

He continued poking until he saw how the fish's eyes opened, while his gaze shone, yours darkened as you noticed how he woke you up from your nap, sipping some salt water, you spit it right in Luffy's face with impeccable aim.

"Hey!"

You laughed internally as you saw his change of mood, using his stick to get away from you, you bit it preventing him from hitting you, he began to shake it up and down, making you dizzy as you were still chewing on the wood, Luffy ended up falling to the ground, the water level already on his chest, you swam in circles around him studying the human while he wiped the water off his face, he laughed as he watched you do some tricks in the water, forgetting his previous anger with his brothers, he spent the afternoon next to you on the shore.

You had ventured out of the depths of the sea, in a moment of confusion on the part of your father, you managed to escape to be able to see what was beyond the depths of the oceans, you had always been warned that you should not go up, but curiosity of a child is much stronger.

You really liked listening to what the human said about everything he did on the surface, and he seemed to be entertained by the way you swam and played with some crustaceans that were nearby, you didn't even realize that night was falling until Luffy sneezed because the cold settled on his body.

Neither of you seemed to want to separate now that you had begun to enjoy each other's company, so the boy quickly went to look for a bucket where he could carry you. You waited patiently on the shore until you saw him appear with a big smile and a green bucket, balancing it in his hands, he filled it with water and you jumped into it, a little uneasy at the reduction in space.

"I'm sure Ace and Sabo will be so jealous that I found you first, I'll rub it in their faces for not letting me go up to the treehouse! Oh, and you have to splash them when you see them, that will be fun."

You listened in silence as he ranted about his family, attentive to every anecdote and fact, you smiled when you saw his house in the distance, the wood on the walls was a little splintered, the interior didn't have the best decoration either and everyone seemed to have already started eating dinner without wait for Luffy.

"Why is everyone eating without me!? I'm going to starve because Ace will eat everything!"

"Stop complaining kiddo, we left a separate plate for you, what do you have there, boy?" Dandan leaned over to see you swimming in circles in the bucket "Did you bring fish for us to cook?"

"No way! She is not food!"

Ace raised his face from the plate on which he had crashed, Sabo sighed, passing a napkin over his brother's stained cheeks, both looked curiously at what Luffy had in his hands and approached.

"What is-?"

When both brought their faces closer to the bucket, a stream of water soaked them completely, Luffy laughed at their surprised expressions while you jumped, hitting his hand in a weird “high five” for the joke. They calmed down a bit after that as hunger won out for now, your mouth watering and delighting at the meat that ─somewhat reluctantly─ Luffy shared with you, although he probably stole some from Sabo to give to you.

You returned to the surface often after that day, your father became suspicious of your disappearances, but your mother was a little more permissive, over time, you developed powers that allowed you to transform, you could become a human or a combination of human and fish, with legs and arms but being parts of an amphibian, your relationship with Luffy became closer to the point that you did nothing if not together, you were rarely separated from the boy unless you were in the depths of the sea.

Your relationship with Ace and Sabo also grew closer, you enjoyed their company, you appreciated the things they taught you, Ace gave you some self-defense lessons while Sabo helped you understand some concepts and provided you with valuable information about the terrestrial world.

Normally you would rather watch them do their fighting tournaments, because you weren't that interested, plus they didn't like it either because you always won, even though you defended yourself by saying that using your mermaid magic wasn't cheating, you didn't care enough and you decided to observe in silence and write down each one's victories.

You competed with Ace on which of the two of you fainted more times a day, the use of your powers drained every ounce of your being, and Ace's narcolepsy was in competition, Sabo kept track of how many times you fell asleep during a day, while the blonde protects his brother's head from being hit, Luffy usually holds your body close to him when you start to rub your eyes drowsily.

Like this time, you were both on the same cliff as the first time you met, Luffy hugged you, your head rested against his shoulder while your eyes struggled not to close, the sunset was very beautiful, although at first you were just here to flee from his brothers for playing a joke on them, the moment seemed to be perfect to watch how the sky was stained with warm tones.

Luffy mumbled your name as he saw you closed your eyes, shaking a little, he said something you weren't aware of, giving a lazy yawn, you rubbed your eyes, opening them to look at him.

"Can you… can you repeat what you said?"

He chuckled as he saw your almost passed out form in his arms, nodding.

"I said I would be the king of the pirates and I asked you if you wanted to be part of my crew, I bet not all pirates have mermaids as companions! Shanks at least doesn't have one on board…"

As if Luffy's excitement had awakened your consciousness a little and gotten rid of the tiredness in your mind, you lifted your head from his shoulder like an owl, gave him your best smile, nodding effusively, you grabbed his hands with a new glow in your eyes, you had always heard the three brothers arguing about pirates, thinking that Luffy would include you in his plans delighted you.

"Of course! I will crush the sea creatures that try to break our ship, I will help you be the pirate king Luffy!"

Luffy laughed vigorously, tightening the grip he still had on your hands, both of you shaking them in some kind of weird greeting, like an agreed promise.

It was something you planned to accomplish, although you didn't expect that time would pass so quickly, with some setbacks and incidents that you preferred not to remember, you looked at the cliff with big eyes until an older version of Luffy snapped his fingers at you to snap you out of your daydream.

"Are you ready to go? Many adventures await us, I'm sure!"

You smiled softly at your companion's enthusiasm, nodding, you climbed onto the small boat with your own suitcase, rolling your eyes at the sight of Luffy's backpack only filled with food, you untied the knot that ran the ship aground in the harbor, raising the sail so that the wind will guide your first destination.

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my most popular post is brocedes,,, good. these little idiots have taken over my brain and im glad to share the brainrot.

[flamencodiva]

The Moon Goddess's Daughter and The Alpha Masterlist

Description: Dean Winchester is slated to be the next Alpha of his pack. As with all Wolves, Dean is waiting to see who his mate is at 18. But when he doesn't find her within his pack, he wonders if he will ever have a mate at all. On the brink of going feral, Dean is sent away from his pack to search for his mate. He can only return once he's found her, or he must take on a chosen mate. Y/N is the daughter of the current Moon Goddess, Selene. Hidden from the mortal realm after an attack on the moon kingdom, Y/N has heard a lonely howl for the past ten years since she turned 18. When unexpected circumstances force her to leave her current home, will she be able to find the lonely wolf and help heal him?

Pairing: Shifter-Wolf!Dean Winchester x Shifter-Wolf!Female!Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Benny Laffite, Castiel, Garth, John Winchester, Mary Winchester, Bobby Singer, Henry Winchester (in flashbacks), Nick (Lucifer), OMC Luke, Jack, OMC Zack, and many more!

Word Count: TBD

Warnings (For entire fic): Violence, Language, Sexual Content (Smut of all kinds).

This A/B/O is more werewolf centered than A/B/O-centered. I hope you all enjoy the world I have created through this fic. All characters, unless stated otherwise, are shifter-wolf. It is a world/lore that I stumbled upon and found myself wanting to write.

Chapters:

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

[quality-street-rat]

College AU

Y/n from the next room: POLNAREFF YOU FRENCH FRIED FUCK

Polnareff: *immediately gets up and bolts*

Jotaro: What did he do this time?

Y/n, chasing Polnareff: HE STRETCHED OUT MY FAVORITE HOODIE

Kakyoin, laughing: That's what he gets for stealing everyone's sweaters

Jotaro: Well we've all had to learn our lesson about angering y/n. *shudders*

[grudgecollector]

so dearly | brandon mayhew

Pairing: Brandon “Badger” Mayhew / Reader

Summary: There was no place you felt safer than in his arms. 

Words: 760

Tags/Warnings: this is so fluffy I literally will throw up, SO SO SO SO SELF INDULGENT LIKE LMAO? can you tell :), very implied smut. 

A/N: this man has me in a fucking CHOKEHOLD! I’m so in love with him.

Anyway I was totally NOT intending for this to turn into what it did, I just wanted to ramble about how amazing I think his hugs are and then it turned into... well.. this. Enjoy :)

also it is so hard to find a good gif of him. Pain......

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You were sitting on the kitchen counter waiting for the popcorn you were making to finish popping in the humming microwave. The loud bursting sound of kernels bursting open and being coated with the butter that coated the walls of the bag. 

The front door opened followed by the sound of jingling keys. You watched from where you sat as Brandon took his beanie off, shaking his head to get any remaining droplets of water from the sudden rain out of his hair. His shoes were discarded with a thump beside the door.

“Jesus, like fuckin’ cats and dogs or whatever out there.” He says followed by a sigh.

His keys continuously jingled in his hand when he straightened back up and spun them on his index finger. He padded over to the entrance of the kitchen, dropping his keys on the breakfast bar. 

“Hey, baby.” Brandon greeted sweetly, a soft smile playing on his lips as you dropped down from your seat on the counter. 

His arms wrap completely around you, swallowing you whole in the jacket he was wearing. His cheek rests on top of your head while rocking back and forth where your feet lift a little off the ground. But not in a way that’s whipped you around, more like a comforting sway that makes you feel so loved in his embrace. 

He smells faintly of cigarettes and cheap cologne he probably bought from walmart. 

But it was so unbelievably and undeniably him. The warmth and passion radiates from his very being as he brings you closer and cups your cheek, bringing you in for a searingly passionate kiss, his lips soft and welcoming as they move against yours, making it feel as if the time was slowing down as he brought you impossibly closer with a gentle pull of your jaw. 

One of his arms is still fully wrapped around your middle, still rocking the both of you in a gentle sway, his other hand slowly making its way to the back of your neck as the kiss deepens, his tongue swiping against your bottom lip. 

It was almost impossible to describe how much love you felt for him, the closest thing you could even think of was one simple word. Ecstasy.

“I love you.” He whispered so quietly against your lips once you separated. 

It was hard to hear him over the rushing sound and heart thumps in your ears. Your eyes fluttered open only to be met with the beautiful grin of the man you found yourself so unbelievably infatuated with. His blue eyes practically sparkled as they looked into yours. 

“So much.” He brought you back in, his kiss a bit more searing this time. 

The microwave beeps for maybe the third time, but it fell on deaf ears as you melted against him. 

You feel his arm unlock from its hold around your waist, dropping down to your hand just as he pulls away from your lips. He walks backwards and pulls you towards the living room, a soft grin on his face before he turns around and guides you towards the couch. 

Once there he turns back towards you and brings you in for another kiss, helping you sink slowly down to the couch until you're laying with your head against the cushion, and he’s settling between your legs. His hand comes up to take hold of the back of your neck, his thumb pushing gently against your jaw and tilting your head upwards as he trails his lips from yours to your neck. 

“Fuck.” You whisper quietly when you feel him bite down just a little, surely trying to leave a few marks for him to marvel at later. 

His hands were so gentle against your body as one trailed from your neck, down your chest, and stayed perched at the dip of your waist just above your hip. His other hand gripped onto your thigh, guiding your leg to bend and press against his own hip. 

His hips ground just barely against your other thigh, allowing you to feel his erection that strained against the zipper of his pants. A whisper of a moan came from his lips at the miniscule amount of friction, his forehead pressing against your neck before lifting his head and looking at you. 

“Brandon.” Your fingers bury themselves in his hair, bringing him in for a swift kiss and whispering “Please.” against his lips.  

“I got you baby.” Brandon reassures you, cupping your cheek and bringing his lips up to kiss your forehead.