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[waffleswithdragons]

The Wooden Dragon

When Hiccup returns home after being held hostage by Alvin on Outcast Island, you pay him a visit where some unspoken feelings come to light.

(Takes place after the events of the season finale of Riders of Berk.)

Pairing: Hiccup Haddock x Reader

Warnings: None (Fluff, Awkwardness and first kisses)

The walls of the loft seemed to be closing in on Hiccup, inching closer and closer to where he lay on top of his bed furs.

It had been two days since Hiccup and Toothless had returned from their unwilling venture to Outcast Island; and while Hiccup felt completely fine Gothi had instructed him to rest for a few days, meaning he had been unofficially housebound.

He had tried to tame his ever growing boredom in a myriad of ways. From freshening up some sketches of Toothless’ wingspan, to thumbing through the Book of Dragons and most recently, attempting to count the number of wood panels lining the roof.

He was only into the seventies when he heard his father bellow out from down below, “Hiccup; you’ve a visitor! I’m heading out to do the rounds.”

Hiccup rolled his eyes, turning towards the stairs as he heard boot prints begin to ascend them, “Gothi, honestly, I’m fine. I really don’t think I need any more dirt mixed with yak milk-“

His eyes stopped short as instead of landing on the village elder, they instead made eye contact with your’s as you stood at the top of the stairs, a light blush on your face as you held your arms behind your back.

“Sorry, not Gothi.” You gave a small smile and rocked a bit on your feet.

Hiccup quickly jumped up from where he had been laying on his bed, his prosthetic catching on the edge of the bed sending him stumbling forward. Instinctively, you took a few steps towards him and reached out, your hands grabbing onto his waist as he grabbed onto your shoulders in an attempt to steady himself.

“You okay?” You breathed out after a moment of stillness, you and Hiccup still holding onto one another as he caught his footing.

Hiccup nodded, his eyes widening when he realized he was still holding onto you and quickly drew his hands back, awkwardly holding them against his chest, “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Totally-totally fine.”

He gave you an awkward grin, one you returned as the two of you stood in silence for another moment.

“Did, did you wanna sit down?” Hiccup offered, hoping he didn’t sound as flustered as he felt.

You nodded, moving to sit on the edge of the bed as Hiccup took a seat next to you, an inch or less between your two bodies against the bedspread; so close your leg knocked against his good one.

“So, any reason you stopped-“

“How, are you-“

Both you and Hiccup started at the same time, pausing to look at one another and each let out a chuckle. The boy nodded towards you to go first.

You turned your body a bit to face him better, “Well, I haven’t seen you since we got back to Berk. I guess, I just wanted to stop by and see how you were doing.”

Hiccup nodded, trying not to let it show that he had found himself thinking about you an awful lot in the past few days he had been in the house; definitely more than he had been thinking about the other dragon riders.

“I’m great ya know, totally fine.” Hiccup rambled, “Ya know me, Hiccup the Fine the say. Well, actually no, obviously no one is saying that but ya know what I mean.”

You smiled at that, a soft smile that fell behind your hair; one that was often reserved only for your times with Hiccup.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a few moments, alternating looks at one another when the other wasn’t paying attention.

“So,” You started, looking towards the boy who attempted to seem like he hadn’t been gazing at you, “Where is Toothless?” You gestured towards the rock the Night Fury often inhabited on the other side of the room.

Hiccup shrugged, “Out and about. Probably with Stormfly and the others running around.”

You hummed at that. The silence falling for a few minutes before you spoke up again.

“I’m really glad you’re okay. I was really worried about you when you were gone.”

Hiccup perked up at this, “You were?”

You frowned, looking at the boy across from you who you noticed was now sitting a hair closer, “Yeah, Hiccup of course I was. You were gone for days, and when we learned Alvin had you; I was worried I would never see you again.”

A dark look crossed your face, filled with sadness and anxiety that caused Hiccup’s heart to break a fraction.

Instinctively he reached over, taking one of your hands in his own, “Hey,” You glanced down at your intertwined hands and then back up to Hiccup, “I’m okay. I promise.”

You two stared at each other, his green eyes meeting your own. You always thought that his eyes were your favorite part about them, they held such kindness and curiosity.

You cleared your throat, gently pulling your hand away as the boy retracted his own, “I um, I made something for you.” You busied your hands, reaching down to the leather pouch attached to your belt, “It’s nothing special, but I just, well, I hoped it would make you feel a bit better.”

Hiccup watched as you pulled a small wooden item from your bag, nervously holding it in your hands as you presented it to him. He gently took the item from you, your pinkies running against each other before he pulled away to better examine the object.

It was a wooden carving, a good one at that. It was a dragon, you could tell from the wings, but as he peered closer he realized it was one he was familiar with. It was a Night Fury. It was a carving of his own dragon.

“It’s not the best obviously.” There was a nervous tilt to your voice as you watched the boy turn the carving over and over in his hands, eyes wandering over every nook, “But I figured you could kinda tell it was Toothless, though I messed up the snout a bit and I thought-“

“I love it.” Hiccup cut you off, his hand once again landing on your own and his eyes locked in on your’s, “It’s perfect. I love it. The best gift I’ve ever gotten I swear. Thank you.”

A familiar flush fell across your face and you nodded, trying to distract from the heat in your checks, “No problem. I’m glad you like it.”

A moment passed, your eyes still on his before he spoke again, raising the carving in his free hand, “Ya know, you really got his likeness in-“

In a flash you surged forward, closing the last few millimeters of space between the two of you as you pressed your lips to his.

The kiss was quick but sweet, it held for a moment as Hiccup stared wide eyed, his hands frozen in the air. The boy quickly regained his composure, allowing his eyes to flutter shut and moving to place a hand on your waist just as you pulled away, springing off the bed.

“Well, I should, uh, should really get going.” A large blush was spread across your cheeks, one that mirrored Hiccup’s as he watched you quickly make your way towards the steps, “But uh, rest up and see you tomorrow!” By the time your sentence finished you were already down the stairs, the front door swinging shut behind you.

Hiccup stared at the spot where you had just stood, his face warm as his mind flashed back to the seconds your lips had been on his; playing over and over in his mind.

He let his back fall against the bed furs as his mind focused only on you. He raised his hand above his head, the eyes studying the carving you left him as he whispered out loud to himself, a smile on his face,

“Yeah. See you tomorrow.”

[waffleswithdragons]

A Mother’s Blessing

A family reunion leads Hiccup to realize just how important you are to have in his life forever.

Pairing : Hiccup x Reader

Warnings: None

There was a similarity between the two; that was for sure.

Hiccup had always theorized that he took after his mother; even if he couldn’t remember her features. The comparisons between father and son were slim if existent; so much so that Hiccup often joked his father was given the wrong babe. Now finally, his theory of his appearance coming from his mother was finally presented with evidence.

It was more than appearance though; anyone who knew Hiccup well enough would understand that. They both shared the same mannerisms.

His mother-Valka, talked wildly with her hands as you watched her show off the sanctuary she had been calling home for 20 years; the same way Hiccup did when he was trying to explain his thoughts. They both shuffled from one foot to another; as if it hurt to stand still; their minds already miles away.

The eyes were the most similar. Not particularly the color or the shape; though there was obviously a connection. It was something you had only seen in Hiccup before, what had drawn you to them. A sense of kindness and compassion; a wonder of the world and all it had to offer.

So yes, it definitely appeared that the son took after the mother; and now the two were reunited at last.

Your eyes drifted to the man beside you for a few moments. His shaggy hair a bit windswept and his gaze struck on his mother as she fawned over Toothless; the Night Fury happy to be dotted on.

“He’s beautiful.” Valka remarked as she rubbed the dragon’s snout. Her smile met her eyes as she looked up at her son; elated that he shared her love of the flying beasts. Her gaze then wandered past the boy to you; noting how your own gaze was on her son; a look she remembered well from her own youth.

With a final pat to Toothless’ head, Valka rose from where she had been kneeling, a grip on her staff as she took a few steps closer to you, offering a kind smile.

“You’re quite beautiful too, lass.” Her words caused you to blush, mummering a quiet ‘Thank you’ as you glanced over to Hiccup, a soft smile on his face as well.

Valka smiled lightly at the interaction between the two young vikings in front of her. She raised the hand not grasped around her staff, slowly reaching out towards you. Once you gave her a soft nod, she gently placed her hand on the side of your face; taking in your features.

“I can see why he likes you.” She whispered, a note meant for you two as she gently nodded towards her son.

Your grin widened at the comment as you giggled out, “Don’t let him know, but I’m pretty fond of him too.”

“Are you two talking about me?” Hiccup called out, his eyes soft as he leaned against Toothless.

You pulled from Valka to look towards the viking boy, a mischievous glint in your eyes, “Just catching your mom up on how you got yourself tangled in Bucket’s fishing net last week.”

“Oh, you’re a real comedian, you know that!” Hiccup rolled his eyes, though the grin on his face gave him away.

As you turned to face the boy, Valka’s eyes drifted down towards the charm hanging around your neck. Her eyes widened softly as she looked at it with remembrance; the metal faces of viking and a dragon looking up at her from where they rested against your tunic. The gift that Stoick had presented her with all those years ago, before they joined as wife and husband now hung around your neck; a promise that now bound you and Hiccup.

You watched her carefully as she gently held the betrothal necklace in her hands, running her fingers softly against the carving, a look of peace and thought on her face. A moment later, she gently returned the pendant to where it hung against your chest, a soft smile on her face.

“Come,” She took a step back, looking between you and her son as she turned towards the sanctuary, “I have so much to show you both.”

A few hours later you laid out on the grassy cliffs of the sanctuary. The sun had set and most of the dragons had laid down for the night, the soft sounds of their breathing and water ripples filing the nest.

Hiccup laid beside you, one arm around your waist and holding your body to his. From inside the caves you both could hear the laughter from Valka, Stoick and Gobber as the reminisced on their youths and caught up.

The hand Hiccup had snaked around your waist had found its way to the necklace against your chest, as it so often did. He ran his thumb against the carving, tracing the pattern with his fingertips as you both looked out across the land.

“Your mom is really great.” You hummed out, your voice low since you were so close to the man next to you.

Hiccup nodded, adjusting his head slightly to press a quick kiss against the crown of your hairline, “Yeah, she-she’s,” He paused for a moment, “She’s everything I expected and more.”

A loud laugh that belonged to none other than the Chief of Berk rang out from the caves before you spoke out, “Your dad seems really happy too. He must have missed her so much.”

Twenty years sure was a long time to be separated from the love of your life. Hiccup cast his eyes down to you, he could barely go an hour without seeing you let alone a few days or twenty years.

“Hey,” You turned your body so that you were now facing Hiccup after a moment of silence, your nose a few inches from his own, “What are you thinking about in there?” You punctuated your question by reaching up to Hiccup’s forehead and pushing his hair back.

Hiccup reached up, gently grabbing your wrist and bringing your hand down to his mouth to press a soft kiss to the back of it.

“Marry me.”

Your eyes crinkled in confusion though a smile sat on your face, “What?”

“When we get back to Berk.” Hiccup explained, moving the hand he had been holding to rest against his cheek, “Let’s get married. We’re already betrothed and we’ve been together for years. Sure, we may need a few weeks to get everything planned; but my dad will officiate and Astrid can do your hair. We’ll need rings, and to get you a dress of course and we can stay with my parents until our house is finished and-“

“You’re serious.” You cut him off, sitting on the grass now as he moved up to join you, his eyes on yours.

“Of course.” His hands found your own in your lap, “Seeing my mom and my dad today; they love each other so much, even after all these years. I want to wake up every day with you and go to sleep next to you every night to do it all again. I wanna grow old with you and have a life together. I love you-“

A few tears pricked in your eyes as you squeezed his hands, “I love you too.”

Hiccup smiled; one of those bright smiles that reached his eyes and made his whole face light up, “Then marry me. Please.”

A wide grin broke on your face as you threw yourself onto him. Hiccup’s back hitting the grass as you pressed your chest to his and held him in a deep kiss. Your hands flew to the sides of his face, one pushing back to entangle in his hair as his hands quickly found a place on your waist, squeezing your sides gently as you kissed each other passionately.

“So,” Hiccup breathed out as your foreheads leaned against each other, “Does-does that mean you say yes?”

You rolled your eyes, pressing a quick kiss to the tip of his nose as you smiled down at him, “Of course it means yes.”

Hiccup lifted up slightly to steal a kiss from you, his head returning to the ground as he smiled up at you, “We’re getting married.”

“Yeah, we’re getting married.”

[waffleswithdragons]

Monster (S.T.)

“The Missing Hargrove”

November 6, 1984

8:37

Hopper sighed as he looked over the multiple boxes in front of him. He couldn’t believe that he had been sitting here for over two hours.

He rubbed his temple. He knew that you were upset with him, but he was upset with you too. You couldn’t just go running off like that! You could have been seen by some of Brenner’s workers and then what would he do?

He knew that not talking to you probably wasn’t the best solution, but he also knew that if he did try and talk to you it would end in another screaming match that would shake the whole cabin.

So now he sat in his office, three boxes of missing child reports from the last thirteen years sitting in front of him. You had asked him about your mother months ago and he figured that maybe if he found some information about here, he could get back on better terms with you.

His tired eyes scanned over the file names, his left hand reaching out for his third cup of coffee that day. He almost spit it back into the cup, the bitterness of the drink staining his tongue.

“Chief,” Hopper glanced up to see Deputy Powell standing in the doorway, a muffin in his hands, “We got a teenager in, he was passing the speed limit big time. New kid, Billy Hargrove.”

Hopper’s eyes widened as he looked at his deputy, “Did you say Hargrove?” He had heard that name before, Powell nodded, “Alright, I’ll be out in a second.”

He waited until the other officer has walked away before grabbing the box to his right, muttering the name to himself as he flipped through the “H” section.

After a few seconds he finally pulled out the familiar file. It was a news report of a premature death, though the woman and the six-year-old son both claimed they had heard the baby crying. The kid was Billy Hargrove, with his mom, Lisa. Apparently they had lived up near Hawkins a few towns down before moving to California, what the hell where they doing back here?

Hopper stuffed the paper into his back pocket, before standing up from his chair and grabbing his hat. Placing it on his head as he made his way to the main room where an unamused Billy Hargrove was being interrogated by Officer Callahan.

“Alright, alright, the kid passed the speed limit, not break into the Pentagon.” Hopper grumbled, pushing his way next to the younger officer.

“I’m telling you, Chief.” Phil whispered to the man, glancing over at the teen warily, “This kid’s up to no good, have you seen his hair?”

Billy rolled his eyes, lighting a cigarette and taking a long drag, “It’s getting more action than you.” He announced, a cheeky tone in his voice as he blew the smoke right in Callahan’s face causing the officer to cough.

“And you’re done.” Hopper told the officer, pointing him over to the direction of his own desk, the younger officer walking over, shoulders slumped.

It was now just the Chief and Billy.

“What’s with the hats here? You guys straight out of the wild west?” Billy questioned, looking rather bored with the whole situation.

Hopper ignored him, leaning down onto the wooden table, “What happened to your sister?”

“What? My little shit of a step-kid, Maxine? What’d she do?”

Jim rolled his eyes, “I mean you’re real sister.” He planted the newspaper clipping onto the desk so Billy could see it, “What happened?”

The teen was quiet for a few seconds as he looked over the article before reverting back to his usual cocky self, “It’s there in the article. Died before they could even cut the cord.”

“That’s not what you said when it happened.”

Billy took the cigarette out of his mouth with a roll of his eyes, sitting forward so quickly that his head was only inches away from Hopper’s, “Yeah? Well that was thirteen years ago, if she was still around I would have found her by now.”

Hopper glanced over at the boy who now had reverted to leaning as far back as he could in the wooden chair. His boots propped up on the desk as he blew a long waft of smoke out of his mouth, twirling the tabaco stick in his hands.

“She’s dead.” Billy spoke a few seconds later causing Hopper to look up at him from the article.

“What?”

The Hargrove boy sighed with a bored tone, like it was obvious, “My mom, that’s what your wondering. She died when I was twelve, she was never really the same after Jodie.”

“Jodie. That was your sister’s name?” Hopper questioned slowly, causing the boy to nod as he blew another puff of smoke.

It was silent for a few minutes.

“What do you think happened to them?” Hopper asked, cutting Billy off before he could speak, “Really happened. I know you don’t buy this shit.” He motioned to the article on the wooden desk.

The teen ran a hand through his mullet, closing his eyes for a few brief seconds, “Honestly, I don’t know. I swear I heard a cry though. I could practically hear it through the door, loud and clear. My mom was in on it too, though my old man said it was just denial. She made me promise to keep looking for Jodie when she died.”

Hopper sighed, running a hand over his face with held lines if stress from over the years.

“Look. I’m letting you off the hook this time, alright? And this time only. Just keep your head on straight kid.” Hopper didn’t know why, but he felt compelled to give this kid a break. He may have been an asshole, but he was still just a kid.

Billy blinked at the man for a few seconds before shrugging. He took the cigarette out of his mouth, pressing it down into the ashtray on the corner of the desk before standing up and making his way out of the station.

Hopper watched the Hargrove boy go, before looking down at the article on his desk and letting out a sigh as the photo of Lisa Hargrove and a young Billy stared back at him, unreadable looks on their faces.

Hopper glanced back at the door that Billy had just exited through, stuffing the article into his back pocket before walking to his office.

Jodie Hargrove was just another mystery.

- - - - - - - - - - -

12:14

The image of you, standing in the darkness plagued Will’s mind the day after. Was he really going crazy? Or where you actually out there?

The rest of the party, even Max, had sensed that something was up with the boy. And they were all worried.

Mike had tried asking him if he was alright in science, but the Byers’ boy had only brushed it off, saying that he was just tired.

Multiple scenarios filled Will’s head. Was the Upside Down still haunting him? Were you a ghost? Were you in trouble and trying to single for help? The list of questions kept getting longer and longer as the day went on.

It wasn’t until fifth period, when instead of paying attention to the Greek Olympics, he found himself sketching you in his notebook.

It wasn’t irregular for Will to draw his friends, but it was strange that he wad drawing you, a girl he had never officially met.

The drawing depicted you huddled with your knees tucked together in a corner, blood dripping from the right side of your nose as you stared down something out of view, fear in your eyes, though you held a sense of strength. He didn’t know why, but the picture felt almost familiar, like he had seen it somewhere before.

“Mr. Byers!” He turned his attention away from the drawing to see that the classroom was empty, except for him and Mrs. Matthews, “Are you alright?”

Will quickly nodded, tucking his notebook into his bag before exiting the classroom as he made his way to the AV room, where the group always spent their lunch.

He was the last one to arrive. Max was leaning against the wall, her board tucked under her arm as she bit into a sandwich. Will sent her a forced smile, too busy in his own thoughts to stop and talk, before walking past Dustin and Lucas, making his way across the room to Mike who was fiddling with the Heath Kit.

Will was still debating whether or not to tell the others about seeing you. He didn’t want to get their hopes up, but they had made a pact months ago, after the Upside Down that they would tell each other everything, especially if it was strange.

“Hey, uh, Mike.” Will shuffled from foot to foot.

The taller boy turned around so he was facing his best friend, offering him a smile, “Hey, Will. What’s up?”

Will didn’t return it, too busy planning what he was going to say, “Mike, last night, something happe-“

He suddenly stopped himself as a searing pain went through his head, causing him to let out a wince.

A wave of concern washed over Mike’s face, catching the rest of the group’s attention, “Will, what’s wrong?”

Will didn’t respond as he was too busy clutching his head. A flash of white light appeared before his eyes and suddenly an image, almost like a movie, appeared.

It was you, running through the woods, glancing behind you, watching if anyone was following behind.

It went as fast as it came.

Will was now back in the AV room, his friends all looking at him in a mix of confusion and worry.

The Byers’ boy locked eyes with Mike, the image implanted on his brain like a stamp. Will felt his knees begin to buckle as he tried to take deep breaths.

“Did you see that?” He breathed out in a whisper, before falling to the ground.

Posted On: February 22, 2018

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[waffleswithdragons]

Monster (S.T.)

“Float”

November 5, 1984

The door creakily opened, causing you to mutter under your breath as you walked out of your room and into the living room. So much for your sneak plan.

You had skipped breakfast this morning, Hopper calling that there was food in the fridge before he left for work, but you weren’t hungry.

Eleven didn’t even glance away from the tv set at the sound of your footsteps, her eyes focused on the black and white picture on the screen. It had been two days and she still hadn’t talked to you, you wondered if it hurt her as much as it hurt you.

Your feet padded across the floor as you moved through the room, only stopping once you where inside the small bathroom, with the door closed.

The toothpaste on the sink was left open, Hopper. Your eyes wondered from the sink, down to the yellow bathtub in the corner. That was what you were here for.

You made sure the door was locked before puling up the sleeves on your flannel, and turning the tap, water rushing out of it.

As the water filled the tub, you began to wonder if this was a good idea. The last time you used your powers in The Bath was at the school, where you had tried to find Will, which ended with you coming face to face with a decaying Barbra.

The image of the red-haired girl’s pale corpse flashed in your mind, but you quickly shrugged it off. Instead, turning the water off as it neared the brim off the tub.

You looked down at the water. The small light above you allowing you to see your reflection in it. You quickly looked away, taking off the watch that still rested on your left hand (no matter how much it reminded you of Mike) and placing it on the sink counter.

Putting your right foot in first, you slowly stepped into the bath. The warm water clung to your oversized flannel and soaked through your jeans, but you pretended not to notice as you laid back down.

For a few minutes you just laid there, floating. You were almost scared to close your eyes, scared of what you might have found if you did so.

But you couldn’t just lay in the tub forever.

“It can’t hurt you.” You mumbled the words to yourself, numerous memories of Papa telling that you flying through your head.

You took a deep breath before closing your eyes and submerging yourself under the water.

Instead of the usual abyss of darkness, you were met with sunlight.

As you looked up you noticed buildings, tall ones, unlike the ones in Hawkins. These seemed to reach up and touch the sky.

There were a lot of people too. Many walked, some running, others talking to the people next to them. There were more people just on the street that you had ever seen in your life.

A flash of blue caught your eye, causing you to turn to your right.

There, in the middle of the street stood a boy. He was short for his age, barely the size of the woman that walked past him. He had a blue beanie on his head, although you could see the ends of yellow hair poking out from under it.

His eyes were trained up, and you followed his gaze past the buildings and up to the sky.

Then it hit you, you had found Nine.

He then looked down, scanning the area for something before turning on his heel, and disappearing into the wave of people. You tried to reach out for him, but as soon as you stepped forward you found yourself no longer in the bustling street, you were back in the void.

“Hello?” A voice called out, causing you to whip around. Your eyes scanned through the darkness, finally landing on what appeared to be a small figure. Nine?

“Is anybody here?” No this wasn’t Nine. Nine was shorter. But this voice, it sounded familiar.

“Mom!” The boy called out, and you instantly realized who the voice belonged to.

“Will?”

At the sound of his voice being called, Will looked around, especially surprised to see you there, the girl that had saved him.

“Ten?” He slowly walked forwards, picking up the pace as he realized it was really you.

“Will!” You called again, a happy tone to your voice. You were glad to see the boy you had a connection with was alright.

As soon as the two of you meet, you pulled each other into a long hug, happy to see the other. It was nice to see the Byers boy again, especially since he was no longer trapped in the Upside Down. Will was a mixture of shock and relief, he and the rest of the party had wondered where you and your sister had vanished to, the thought of you being dead too unbearable for them to believe.

Will smiled brightly, his white teeth showing as he pulled away from you, his hands still resting on your shoulders, “Oh my gosh! I’m so happy to see you!”

You returned his smile, almost impossible not to join in on his enthusiasm, “Me too. I missed you.”

Will pulled you in for another quick hug, “Everyone back home misses you too. Dustin, Lucas, my mom, Cheif Hopper…”

Your smile dropped lightly at the mention of the police chief. It felt bad, wrong, knowing that Hopper was lying to everyone about where you and your sister where.

Will finished off his list, “Mike missed you the most though. He doesn’t like to say it, but we all can tell. He just isn’t the same since you left.”

A couple of days ago hearing that Mike had missed you would have made your stomach burst into pieces. Now, it just felt like a burning weight that kept getting heavier. The image of Mike and the red girl still burned in the back of your brain.

Will, always observant, noticed the downcast look on your face and frowned, his eyebrows furrowing. He thought that you would have been over the moon to hear about Mike.

He placed a warm hand on your shoulder, concern in his warm eyes as he looked at you, “Ten, what’s-“ He was quickly cut off by the sound of footsteps, causing you both to freeze.

“Ten,” Will whispered to you slowly as you placed a hand in front of him cautiously as you looked around, “What was that?”

A familiar low snarl bounced through the air, ringing for a few seconds. You knew what that noise belonged to.

“Go.” You mumbled, tugging on Will’s sleeve, though he wasn’t moving, he seemed to be frozen in fear, “Go!” You yelled this time, forcefully pulling him until he was running alongside you.

Both your bare and his sneaker-clad feet stormed through the water-like substance that covered the ground, glancing over your shoulder as you did so.

“What was that?” Will asked, a growing panic evident in his voice, memories of the Upside Down still followed him a year later, and he did not need anymore, “Ten, where are we?”

You didn’t answer, too busy trying to figure out if the creature was still following you.

After about three minutes of running, you both skidded to a stop. Will bent over, pressing his hands onto his knees as he tried to catch your breath. Your eyes scanned over the darkness, fearing something would crawl out at any moment.

“Ten.” Will heaved, slowly standing up and looking at you, “Wh-What was that?”

You glanced at the small boy, wondering if it was a good idea to tell him what was really lurking out in the dark.

“Bad.” You mumbled, Will’s eyes widening as you did so.

“Bad?” He repeated, causing you to nod, “Like from the lab, bad?” An image of the creature behind the glass flashed through you mind. Another nod.

The young Byers shook his head in disbelief, just as things were finally winding down something even stranger shows up, “And where are we?” He motioned to the void that surrounded you, a pit of fear grew in his stomach as his voice dropped, “Is this the Upside Down?”

You quickly shook your head, the whiteness fading from the boy’s face as you reached out your pointer finger, tapping the boy’s forehead, “Here.”

Will blinked before pointing to his own forehead, trying to understand, “Here? In my head?”

You nodded.

The boy gulped, looking at you cautiously, “Are you real?” He wondered if he was going crazy.

Another nod, now was not the time to explain the whole Nine situation

As you opened your mouth to ask how he got to the void, another roar ripped through the air, somehow louder than the first.

You both quickly covered your ears, trying to block out the overwhelming sound. After the roar, radio static fizzled through, almost like someone was changing a channel.

“Ten, what’s happening?” You looked over at your friend to see that he was almost…fading. Like he fazing in and out in front of you.

“Will!” You called as the fading began to get faster.

“Ten!”

You quickly reached out for the boy, hoping to grab onto him and get him to stay, or in the very least disappear with him, but you felt nothing.

As you stepped back, the radio static still screeching in your ears, Will was gone.

Your eyes flashed open as you pulled yourself up into a sitting position, gripping onto the edges of the tub.

As you took deep breaths you looked down, you were still in the tub.

Will and Nine disappearing, Hopper and Eleven not talking to you, the beast, Mike. All of that bubbled up inside of you and finally poured out.

You sat there in that tub, even as the water went cold, even when you had no more tears. You sat there until Hopper came home, hours later, thinking about all you had lost.

- - - - - - - - - -

“Will!” The Byers’ boy quickly blinked looking up at the sound of a snap to see his brother standing before him, a confused look on his face.

“Johnathan?”

The teenager nodded, looking at his younger brother with concern, “Yeah, bud. What happened? I got home and you were just sitting on your bed, the radio was all static. Are you alright?”

Will nodded, taking a gulp as his eyes glued on the radio he had been listening to Bowie on, “Yeah.” He lied.

Images of Ten, the dark place, the roar all flashed throw his head like a slideshow. What had just happened?

“I’m fine.”

Posted On: February 14, 2018 (happy valentines day losers 💕)

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Monster (S.T.)

“Nine and Ten”

November 4, 1984

5:17

Blue.

That was the color of the sky.

You held the pencil tightly in your non-bandaged hand as you guided it across the paper. You had woken up before your sister and Hopper and had been sitting in front of the radio drawing ever since.

Your eyes drifted over the door that lead to Hopper’s room. He hadn’t talked to you ever since your screaming match last night after you had gotten back from the school, neither had Eleven. You didn’t like the feeling of loud tension bouncing off the walls of the small cabin.

Hopper and El wouldn’t talk to you, Will, Lucas, and Dustin couldn’t reach you, and you had been ignoring Mike’s calls (which had been easier since Hopper took away the radio as your punishment).

You glanced over at one of the older pictures you had drawn that had been taped to the wall. The drawing showed Hopper in the middle, holding onto your hand on his left, and Eleven’s on your right. Holding into your other hand was Mike then Dustin, and Lucas. In between Eleven and Joyce (and the Will) was a space.

Hopper had asked what the space for when you first drew it and you told him that it was for your’s and Eleven’s mama.

You had later asked Hopper where your mama was and he said that she was gone.

You quickly wiped a stray tear at the thought of your mama away as you glared up at the photo.

You didn’t have a mama, and now you didn’t have a Hopper or an Eleven, or a Mike.

As you stood to your feet, you reached out to grab the paper from the wall. You looked at it for a few seconds, remembering how you proudly showed it to Hopper who then hung it up on the wall where it reminded until know.

After a couple of seconds you balled up your fist, crushing the picture in your hands before letting it fall to the floor.

So much for your happy family.

- - - - - - - - - -

11:34

Hours later you sat in your room, alone. Your back against the side of your bed, feet pushed up against Eleven’s bed as you flipped through the pages of one of the old books Hopper had brought you.

Your eyes skimmed over the words, mostly focusing on the pictures, until something in the corner of the page caught your eye.

The page number: Nine.

Pain quickly flashed through your head and you found yourself back in the place of your nightmares, the lab.

You realized you were in the Rainbow Room. Where Papa let you play with the other kids. You usually played with Eleven, but Papa had taken her for a test.

In the corner was you, a younger you, and a boy with with shaved black hair, heads together as they talked, building blocks in hands.

“Nine?” You called out, wondering if that was the boy from your childhood, though he couldn’t hear you.

You found yourself moving towards your younger self and the boy, their voices flowing through their ears.

“One day, we’ll see sky.” Nine told you as he stacked a green and yellow block together.

Your younger self looked up from where you were building your castle and over to the boy, “Sky?” You asked.

Nine nodding, explaining it to you, “Yeah. Big, blue, above.”

Your younger eyes trailed up to the ceiling causing Nine to laugh. You looked over at him, confused as there was no “Sky” above you.

“Sky outside.”

“Outside?” You whispered to the boy, “Outside bad.” Those were the words Papa always told you whenever you wondered what was beyond the white walls.

Nine shook his head, “No Ten, outside free. We be free. Okay?”

You didn’t really understand what he meant, but you nodded anyway, “Okay.”

You felt your head throb as the Rainbow Room began to go fuzzy, Nine and your younger form disappearing before you.

Instead of the Rainbow Room you were standing in one of the hallways to the lab. Alarms were blaring, causing you to cover your ears. Red lights flashing over the white walls.

This was the night that the gate had been fully opened. This was the night that you had escaped with Eleven.

You quickly turned at the sound of footsteps behinf you to see an older version of Nine, it had to be him, he had the same dark green eyes, a mix of worry and fear held in them.

“Ten!” He called out your name, hands cupped around his mouth, “Ten!”

He had been looking for you. Why was he looking for you?

You and Nine both seemed to hear a bloodcurdling scream and the sound of tearing flesh.

You then watched as Nine raised his hand towards the tiles wall, using his powers to pull it apart, creating a small hole, just big enough for him to fit through.

Nine then ran past you, looking around the hallway once more.

“Nine!” You called out towrads him, though he only slipped through the wall, the hole he made closing up behind him.

You ran towards the wall, hands pounding against the cold tile as you tried to reach your childhood friend.

Had he escaped? Was he alright?

At the sound of a low growl, you slowly turned to see the beast from behind the glass. It’s spikes dripping with blood along with it’s large teeth.

The creature seemed to look directly at you before letting out a growl, and suddenly disappearing into thin air.

You were left, standing alone in the hall. Alarms still blaring a red light as you tried to catch your breath.

And then you were back in your bedroom, your book tucked close to your chest, hands wrapped tightly around it.

As you took deep breaths, trying to stay calm your mind couldn’t help but drift back to creature in the hall.

The creature, the one that had tried to attack you in the button room had escaped, but so had Nine.

Nine was alive,

and he was all you had left.

Posted On: February 11, 2018

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Monster (S.T.)

“Red On Wheels”

November 3, 1984

Two days.

It had been two days since you talked to Mike on the radio. Now he was calling at least six times a day, but you never answered, you couldn’t without bursting into tears.

All you wanted to do was be with him. To eat Snickers and listen to music with him. To hold his hand as he played Dungeons and Dragons.

You felt like you were going stir crazy. All you wanted to do was tear down the cabin and run to Mike’s house. You had to see him. You needed to see him.

You had tried to tell Hopper, begged him to bring Mike to the cabin so you could see him in person, but he wouldn’t give in, saying that word again, “Soon.”

In your limited (but growing) vocabulary, “Soon” was the word you hated most.

Papa always said that he would be back “Soon”, right before you were locked up in the Bad Room for what felt like eternties. Nothing but the cold walls, the tears and your eyes, and the wonder when “Soon” was.

Hopper liked that word too. Whenever you or Eleven would ask if you could go see the boys he would always respond with, “Soon.”

You had decided that “Soon” would never be “Soon” enough. “Soon” had to be now.

That night you laid in your bed, Eleven already asleep next to you as you formed your plan. Tomorrow you would finally leave the cabin and go find Mike. You would be back long before Hopper or your sister noticed you were gone.

You just couldn’t go another day without seeing him.

That night you could barely sleep, anticipation fusing in your body.

The next morning you waited until Hopper had left for work and until Eleven was asleep on the couch, a box of Eggos tucked tightly under her arm as the characters on the tv mumbled lowly.

There were only three rules to living in the cabin. Hopper called them his, Don’t Be Stupid Rules.

1. Keep the curtains drawn.

You peered out the window slowly, pushing past the drapes as you scanned the outside world through the glass. No Bad Men, you thought to yourself, This would be easy.

2. Only open the door if you hear my special knock.

You stared at the large green door in-front of you, and though you heard no knock, nothing at all, you began opening all four locks that kept you sealed from the outside world.

3. Never go outside alone, especially if it is light outside.

You pulled the door open, looking out at the real world with no glass separating you from it.

You looked over your shoulder, casting one last glance to make sure that your sister was still sleeping, before stepping out.

As you stood on the porch you took a deep breath. You hadn’t been outside in ages, Hopper said that it was getting too cold, but you thought it felt amazing.

You raised your hand to shield the sun from your eyes as you began walking. The door swinging shut behind you.

- - - - - - - - - -

It was 3:27 by the time you reached the school. Memories hitting you as you stepped through the halls which had once been lined with the bodies of the bad men.

Your red converse squeaked against the floors as you wondered through the hallways. Mike had to be here. He just had to be.

You slowed to a stop as you stood in front of a familiar set of doors. This was where you had gone into the bath to find, Will.

The metal bleachers were cold against your head as you sprawled out on them, resting.

After the bath Joyce and Hopper had raced to the gate, on the way to find Will. A few minutes ago Dustin hand led Lucas and Eleven off to get something called pudding.

“Hey.” You glanced up towards Mike as he walked towards you, something in his hands.

You pushed yourself up into a sitting position, already feeling better due to Mike’s presence.

“Hey.” You repeated the boy.

Mike chuckled lightly before holding out the object in his hands, “I grabbed some towels from the locker room. Don’t worry, they’re clean.”

You nodded at Mike, watching him carefully as he wrapped the towel around your shoulders, biting his lip as he did so.

“Thank you.” You barley whispered as you leaned into the warm towel.

Mike only nodded before sitting besides you. The two of you said nothing for a few moments, just enjoying the fact that you were both there.

“I was really worried about you.” He spoke up after a couple minutes. You looked at him in confusion.

“In the bath.” He cocked his head over towards the pool that sat in the middle of the gym, “You scared me. I thought I lost you.”

You narrowed your eyes, “Lost me?” You repeated causing the boy to nod.

Concern filled his eyes, “Yeah. I thought that you weren’t gonna come back. I thought that you were gone.”

You gave him a smile smile before pointing to your chest, “Not gone.” You then took his warm hand in your own, like he had done to you before, “Here. With you.”

A large smile spread across Mike’s face as he looked down at your interwoven hands, “Yeah.” He nodded, “Here together.”

You two sat there for a while, smiling like idiots with hands wrapped around each others. You didn’t quite know what this feeling was but you liked it. A lot.

At the sound of the gym door busting open, Mike jumped up, pulling you with him. You both turned to see Lucas standing in the doorway, his eyes wide.

“We have to go now! The bad men are here!”

At the sound of footsteps you were snapped out of the memory, as you turned to look through the door’s window.

Mike.

There he was, just a few feet away.

He was there, he was really there!

Eleven’s shows always talked about love, and you wondered if this was it.

Staring at Mike, it was like you were looking at the most perfect thing in the world. And you never wanted to stop looking.

He looked older, a little taller, his jawline had become sharper, and his hair now had little bounces to them like Eleven’s. He looked different but he was still Mike, still your Mike.

As your hand grasped the door handle, ready to fling open the wood and run into Mike’s arms, you stopped at the sound of Mike talking.

His voice had gotten deeper too, and there was a playful edge too it, was he talking to Dustin or Lucas? Where they there too?

You question to who he was talking to was answered as a flash of bright red colored hair flew by. As she turned you could see that the hair belonged to a girl, a pretty girl.

You watched with hard eyes as she said something to Mike, causing him to laugh. He used to laugh like that around you. Did he like her now? Did he give her Snickers and hold her hand now?

Was this girl replacing you? Was she taking Mike away? But he loved you, right? Or did he love the girl with the red hair?

These questions ran through your mind as a mixture of anger and betrayal bubbled inside of you.

You didn’t even realize what you were doing until you focused in on the the girl (who was on a moving board) and smashed your own hand against the brick wall next to you, watching as the girl cried out in pain.

Mike then ran over to her, crouching next to her as she cradled her wrist.

You didn’t even feel the pain from your own hand that was already red and throbbing, in fact you couldn’t seem to pull your eyes away from the two sitting on the gym floor.

An image of Mike and the girl standing side by side in a darker version of the school appeared in your mind.

Mike held what looked to be a lighter in his hands while the girl’s own hands were wrapped tightly around a an axe.

The two glanced at each other before looking at something out of your view.

As the image faded away you quickly wiped the blood from beneath your nose.

So Mike was with her now? Fine.

As you raced back through the hallways and out of the building, you knew that you were lying to yourself, you cared that Mike was with another girl, you were upset that he wasn’t with you.

You then took off into the woods, leaves crunching under your converse as tears brimmed in your eyes.

Posted On: February 8, 2018

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Monster (S.T.)

“The Druid’s Watch”

November 1, 1984

“Rise and shine!” You pulled the blue pillow tightly over your ears as Hopper’s voice boomed through the small cabin. You had been having a great dream. One where you and Eleven had a day at the quarry with the boys. Lucas was splashing Dustin, Will was quietly sketching Eleven, and Mike…

After a few moments of silence, you had almost fallen back to sleep until the police chief’s voice called out again.

“I guess you guys don’t want breakfast! Got some eggs, some toast, some Eggos, hey, even a few Snickers bars…”

At the mention of the chocolate bar you shot up in your bed, looking over to see Eleven already up in her bed. The mention of your favorite foods were sure to get you up.

You two looked at each other for a second, before racing out of your shared bedroom. Your sister not far behind as you ran into the small kitchen, both sliding past Hopper as he stood with a plate of bacon.

“Good morning to you, too.” Hopper mumbled to himself, but he had a light smile on his face as he watched the two young girls sit down at the small table against the wall.

You quickly grabbed a Snickers bar, tearing the wrapping to shreds before biting down, the warm chocolate melting in your mouth. As you reached for another, Hopped shooed your hand away.

“Uh-uh.” He shook his head as he sat down on your left, “No more chocolate until you have some fruit, you ain’t getting diabetes on my watch.”

You glared at the man lightly before taking a bite of your eggs, Eleven laughing at the frown on your face.

“That goes for you too.” Hopper turned towards Eleven, who had two Eggos in her mouth already, “There are other foods besides Eggos, you know?”

As you reached for a piece of toast, Hopper caught a glimpse of the watch that rested on your left wrist.

“Still wearing the watch, huh?”

You shrugged at the question, you knew he already knew the answer, “It makes me happy.”

Hopper nodded. He knew that you missed Mike. And Mike missed you, the kid came to the station everday after school to ask the cheif if he had any news on your whereabouts.

It was just a few days short of a year. Hopper knew that you wanted to see Mike, and that you were getting impatient.

“I know kid.” He took a sip of his coffee, “I know.”

It was silent for a few seconds until Hopper spoke up once again, feeling the tension in the room.

“Hey, how about I get off early today, hmm? I’ll pick up some movies, some candy so we can rot our teeth out, maybe even some music, and we can sit around and chill.”

“Chill?” Eleven repeated the word.

“Yeah,” Hopper scratched his neck, “That’s your word of the day. Chill, it means to forget about everything and just relax.”

“Chill.” You repeated the word, trying it out on your tongue before nodding at Hopper, “I want to chill.”

“Good. Alright.” He then cast a glance down at his own watch, “Shit. I gotta go. I’ll be back at nine fifth-teen, okay.”

Eleven nodded, “Nine-one-five.”

Hopper rolled his eyes as he grabbed his hat from the coat stand, “Yeah, nine-one-five, sure. You guys know the rules and I’ll see you later.” And with that, he left, the door closing behind him.

Eleven locked the door using her powers before turning back to her food. You smiled at your sister, reaching for another Snickers bar.

- - - - - - - - - -

The voices from the television crackled, causing you to glance over at Eleven, who was intensely watching her show. Your eyes then slipped back to the old Dr. Suess book in your hands, eyes taking in the pictures with swirling colors.

“I love you.” You heard Eleven say along with the tv, glancing up at the screen to see a man and a woman holding hands. It reminded you of something,

“Mike.” You mumbled to yourself as you thought back to last year when you sat in the Wheeler’s basement.

“This,” Mike held a grey figure in his hands, “Is me.”

You looked from him to the piece in his hand, your brows pushed up in confusion, “Mike?” You asked cautiously as you pointed to the piece, it didn’t look like Mike.

The boy only nodded, his hair bouncing, “Well, it’s a Paldin. That’s what I am.”

“Pal-Paldin?” You repeated his word, stumbling a bit as you tried to follow the motion of his lips.

He nodded, before pointing to even more pieces, “Lucas is our Ranger, Dustin is our Bard, and Will was-is our Cleric.”

You glanced down at the pieces spewed across the board, before reaching over and plucking a piece from the pile.

The piece was small in your fingers. It was detailed with sticks and twigs intertwining together at the top, almost as a crown.

“This?” You held the object out to Mike, who quickly looked away from where he had been studying your features.

He carefully took the piece from your hand, squinting as he looked over it, “This is a Druid.”

“Druid?”

“Yeah, they have really cool powers and help the group defeat the monsters. Kinda like you.”

You blinked, looking at the piece, then glancing down at yourself, “Me?”

Mike smiled, holding the piece out to you. You looked down at the piece in his hand, slowly reaching out and wrapping your own hand around his, the piece held between the two of you.

“Yeah, you’re our Druid.”

You snapped out of the memory at the sound of the radio in the corner going off. Eleven glanced over at you, knowing exactly what you were thinking.

“Mike?” She asked, though she knew it was, he always called after he had gotten home from school.

You nodded over at her, crossing to the other side room and sitting in front of the radio crisscrosed, “Yes.”

It was quiet for a few seconds until the radio crackled once again, and suddenly the voice you longed to hear spoke out.

“Ten?” You had to hold your breath. No matter how many times he called you always felt this way. You could imagine him, sitting in his basement, board pieces and comics everywhere, the super-com in his hands. His hair shaggy around his head, bouncing as he moved. The light dust of spots covering his cheeks and nose.

His voice had changed a little since last year, it had gotten a few octaves deeper, higher than Hopper’s but lower than his sister, Nancy’s, “It’s me, Mike. It’s day 352. 4:07. Happy late Halloween I guess. Dustin, Lucas, Will, and I, we were all the ghostbusters. They’re from a movie, a really good movie, I think you’d like it.” He trailed off for a minute, and you inched closer to the radio, itchingto hear his soft voice again, “We got a bunch of candy, I got a whole pillowcase worth! It’s a pretty good haul, but you can have all the Snickers, there are even some full sized ones in here from Loch Nora.” A smile graced your face at the mention of your favorite food, glad that Mike had remembered.

Mike let out a sight causing your light smile to drop, “Ten, if you…or Eleven, if you guys are out there please say something, anything.” His voice wobbled as it collided with static, “Or a sign. I just-I just need to know you’re okay.”

He sounded broken, so desperate. It was like everything depended on him knowing that you were still out there. All you wanted to do was hug him so close that you were able to put his shattered pieces back together.

You knew that Hopper had told you that you weren’t supposed to talk to Mike, that it was dangerous, but you couldn’t help it. You had to let him know that you were okay. He had to know that you hadn’t left him. That you were still here.

“Michael.” You whispered, a tear falling down your cheek. You hadn’t said it loudly, but you knew he had heard you.

“Ten? Teddy?” Mike’s voice was light, disbelief laced with it. An automic smile flew over your own face as he used the nickname Dustin had given you the day after they found you in the woods.

“Ten is that you?”

You nodded, knowing that he couldn’t see you, “Yes.”

A warm laugh of relief flooded through the radio, and you could picture Mike’s head thrown back, his chocolate eyes sparkling.

“Ten. Where are you? Are you okay? Where are you? I’ll come get you!”

Eleven watched you with concernd eyes. She knew how much you missed Mike, but she also knew the Bad Men were still out there, looking for you. And if they found you two, well, she didn’t want to imagine how long you two would be locked in the Bad Room.

You and your sister made eye contact, she slowly shook her head. Your mouth opened to argue but you stopped yourself, you knew she was right. You wanted Mike to find you, you really did. But you couldn’t. He had to stay safe. You would only put him in danger, you couldn’t let the Bad Men get him.

“No.” It took everything you had to push that single word out.

“What?” Mike whispered from the other end of the line.

“Not safe, Mike.”

Mike’s voice grew, causing you to bite your lip as you held back your tears, “I don’t care if it’s not safe! You have to come home! I need you!” His voice then went quiet, “I-I love you, Ten.”

You swallowed, you felt like your heart had stopped at Mike’s words, the same words from the tv. When you had asked Eleven what those words meant she had only shrugged, before turning back to her show.

You then asked Hopper, he went red before explaining that it meant having very strong feelings. You had made “Love” your word of the day, day: 125.

If you had strong feelings for anybody, you knew they must have been for Mike. He made you feel something you had never felt before. He made you feel safe.

“Mike, I lo-“

And then the connection cut out.

Posted On: February 5, 2018

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Monster (S.T.)

Prologue: “The Making Of A Monster”

November 4, 1983

010.

That was the number imprinted on your arm. It had been there for as long as you could remember.

Your wrist with the number on it was held tightly in Papa’s hand as he lead you through the familiar, white halls of the lab you called home.

Earlier that day, Papa had come into your’s and your sister Eleven’s room and told you that you and him were going on a walk.

Papa had guided you into an unfamiliar room. Lots of people in lab coats were there, pens clacking on clipboards and drinking from strong smelling cups. The room had lots of buttons that made you wonder what they did.

At the sound of a low growl your head immediately snapped up, eyes wide as you looked around for the culprit.

Papa only chuckled, running his warm thumb over the palm of your hand as he lead you in-front of a wall of glass.

Behind the glass was a large black creature that stood out against the spotless white walls. It resembled a cougar of some sort, but was covered in spikes oozing with a familiar looking substance.

“Remember when you went into the bath?” Papa’s voice boomed in your ears.

How could you forget? You never liked the bath, especially lately when you had been hearing screams and growls. A few days ago you had gone in and seen something, a hole it looked like, covered in the goo that was also on the creature.

You bit your lip, nodding as Papa continued speaking, “We found the hole you saw, the gate. It’s underground.” Your eyes drifted down to the floor, not liking the idea that the doorway to that dark place was below you, “We took some samples and they eventually grew into this creature. No one has ever seen anything like it before.”

The creature seemed to be pacing in it’s cell, letting out low growls, as if it was thinking to itself. You never saw this creature in the bath, you saw other things…

“I want you to try and communicate with it.” Papa told you as he ran a hand over your head. His eyes on you as you stared at the animal.

You glanced over at Papa. The creature didn’t seem friendly, and if it came from the dark place, then it must be a monster.

“Use your powers, Ten. Connect your thoughts with the creature. Can you do that?” You didn’t respond for a second, biting your lip before shakily nodding.

Carefully, you walked towards the window, the tiles cold against your bare feet. You stopped when you were inches away from it, glancing back at Papa who was already looking at you.

You gulped as he nodded, signaling you to continue as you turned back to look at the creature.

Breathe, you instructed yourself. It can’t hurt you, that was what Papa always said.

As you stared the large beast down you felt your mind clear, and your eyes close.

You were in a world of darkness. It was cold as always, a shiver running down your spine.

At the sound of a howl you quickly turned, almost tripling over yourself. A few feet away from you was the same creature behind the glass, but it seemed to bigger.

The goo on it’s spikes had gotten thicker and it was now mixed with a crimson red color. The strong smell of iron filled your nose, causing you to gag lightly.

You tries to ignore the stench as you cautiously stepped closer to the creature, Papa’s instructions echoing in your head as you did so. You knew that if you failed to do this, you would be put in the Bad Room. You couldn’t go there again.

The sounds of growls and howls got louder as you neared the creature. The stench was impossible to ignore now and from where you were standing you could see the beast was sitting in a pile of blood.

Just as your hand reached out to touch the creature, it vanished. Like it was never there in the first place.

Shocked, you pulled your hand back, almost losing you balance as you did so.

A flash of pain shot through your head.

An image of the familiar lab halls appeared in front of you, but the walls were stained with red liquid.

The creature was there, you could hear slurps and chomps coming from it.

The creature then stopped, almost like it had heard something, it then quickly turned. It locked eyes with you, letting out a mind curling roar.

As it pounced towards you, you raised your hands to cover your face, lettimg out a scream of fear, waiting for the sharp jaws of the creature to pierce your skin. But no impact came.

You slowly lowered your hands to see that you were back in the lab, looking into the glass. This time however, the creature seemed to be looking directly at you.

It’s eyes were dark, almost black, and there was goo all dripping from them and on to the creature’s dark fur.

You felt blood begin to drip down from your nose, and just as you reached up to wipe it away, the creature let out a loud growl, one that made you freeze in your steps before pounding towards you.

A scream left your lips as the creature jumped up, hitting the wall, causing it to tumble back to the ground.

Your knees felt shaky, and suddenly you were on the floor.

Hands appeared on you, checking your pulse and making sure you weren’t injured.

You rolled your head to the side as you felt yourself being lifted up into Papa’s arms and carried out of the room.

As you looked back, you caught one last look at the creature who was pawing at the glass, trying to break past it, it’s dark eyes trained on you.

Posted: February 4, 2018

A/N: so this is the prologue for my new stranger things story. i have a basic outline for it but if you guys have any ideas or suggestions, let me know!

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You & Me (Malia Tate x Reader)

I pulled Malia into a hug as she walked out of the high school where she had been for about eight hours. She had originally gone to take the SAT's but a quarantine had been placed over the school, and it was affecting the supernatural creatures...bad. I had been stuck outside with Lydia and the Sheriff, hoping that my girlfriend was okay in there. "Hey," I said slightly pulling away from the were-coyote when I noticed she wasn't giving me her normal bone-crushing hug. "Are you okay?" I asked, looking her over to check she wasn't severely injured or in any pain. Her croaky voice called me to look up into her brown eyes, which seemed to be brimming with tears, "Did you know?" She asked me, I slowly shook my head reaching out to touch her, but she stepped out of my reach, "Did you know?" She repeated. "Know what?" I asked, frantically searching her face for any sign what had upset her. "That Peter Hale is my dad!" She shouted, causing me to stop moving completely. What? "Did you know?" She sighed. Peter Hale, Peter Hale that bit Scott and turned him into a werewolf that sparked all of this. Peter Hale, who bit Lydia the night of the school dance unleashing her banshee powers. Peter Hale, who has tried to kill us numerous times, was Malia's dad? I shook my head, voice stuttering, "N-no." Malia then pulled me into a deep kiss, I was surprised at first, but quickly kissed back. A few moments later she pulled away, resting her forehead against my own, sniffing the air. "They're looking for us." She growled, grabbing my hand and pulling me away from the crowd of people and to the other side of the school, I leaned against the brick wall while Malia looked around the corner. "You can't hide from them forever," I tried to reason with her, "They're our pack." Malia stopped looking and mumbled something to herself, "No." I looked over at her curiously. "What did you say?" I asked, she turned around to face me. "They're not my pack." She said coldly, I was shocked. Of course we were, we had looked out for her, and taught her how to be human and control her powers. "What do you mean?" "A true pack doesn't lie and hide things from one another. A true pack trusts in one another. That is something they didn't do." Malia said, starting to walk to the parking lot where my car was currently stationed, grabbing my hand and pulling me along. "So what are you going to do? You can't be an omega." I tried to sway her, but she didn't listen. "I'll start my own pack. And you can be with me." I froze at Malia's words. She wanted me to leave the pack. I couldn't. Could I? "Mal, I don't, I can't-" My girlfriend cut me off. "Of course you can. Just come with me. I'll take care of you, I'll protect you. It can be you and me. Just like we've always wanted. Please?" She asked smiling, looking at me with heartfelt eyes. It was either her or the pack, I knew that. I knew it would be one of the most important choices of my life. My love, or the best friends I've ever had. "Yes."