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frost-queen · 1 year

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Homesick to earth (Reader x Eleventh doctor)

Requested by: @multifanderisspooky, Forever tag: @missmelodramatic, @theletterhart, @alex--awesome--22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly, @denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco @idkwhatmyusername, @subjecta13-thefangirl, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @aposthatisbored

“This is what sets our course.” – the doctor explained looking down at the panel. You hummed, finding it all still a bit complicated. – “This is the… well I actually don’t know what that is.” – he chuckled, looking briefly up to you. You pulled your shoulders up, clearly also not knowing. – “Well uhm…” – the doctor started letting his gaze go down again. – “These are the brakes.” – he pointed, hearing you hum once more.

Your attention drifted upwards. Intrigued by the symbols and well… everything. It was all still very new to you. The whole traveling through time and space matter. If one asked you a day ago what you thought about time travel, you would have laughed in their face. Yet here you were proving it otherwise. Other planets, aliens,… it just felt like something from a bad sci-fi movie. Turns out it was all real.

Also the whole inside is bigger then the outside, baffled you. How could anything work like that? What kind of voodoo magic possessed this TARDIS? The doctor noticed you stopped listening to his instructions. – “Y/n… Y/n.” – he said touching your arm.

You hummed loud, looking back down. A stunned expression on your face. The doctor gave you a cheeky smile. – “Do… do you want to give it a go?” – he suggested. – “Me?” – pointing at yourself. The doctor nodded. – “I…I’m not sure… I don’t want to do anything wrong…” – you rubbed your hands nervously together. – “Impossible! Here allow me to show you.” – he grabbed you by the hand, pulling it over the panel.

You automatically moved along as he set you before him. – “One hand here.” – he said close to your ear. His hand taking yours as he guided it into the right place. – “And this one here.” – he moved your second hand in position. – “Now what?” – you asked frightened. You had never steered a time travel device. – “I’ll help you.” – he whispered, pressing his chest deeper onto your back. His palms over your hands.

He slightly gave your hand a push, the handle going down. You gasped when a loud wheezing sound bounced off the walls. – “Steady.” – he told you. Hoping so much you’d do everything right, you were off. Slowly disappearing from earth. You could feel it. A homesickness the moment you knew you were off. In a way it felt wrong.

How can one be homesick after a days travel with the doctor. You should be thrilled. Excited for the opportunities of meeting new species. See new planets and have adventures. Then why did it leave such a twisted feeling inside of you? – “Just keep giving it the same amount of pressure you are giving it now Y/n.” – he spoke, slowly removing his hands from you. You panicked for a split second, having the controls completely to yourself. – “You are doing amazing Y/n.” – he complimented, admiring you from the side.

He flipped some switches and pressed some buttons to ease your way. – “Look at you flying the TARDIS!” – he exclaimed happily. You grinned, finding it indeed a bit special. – “Okay doctor you can take over.” – you told him. You had enough for one go. The doctor jumped in, taking the controls over from you. Backing away, you held your own hands. You moved away from the panel, sitting down on a higher level. – “Where are we doctor?” – you asked curious.

“Currently in space.” – he answered. His answer made it all real again. Space. How truly far from home you were. The doctor noticed you had fallen silent. Looking at you from afar, he tried to solve you like a puzzle. – “Everything alright Y/n?” – he asked.

You gave him a faint smile. – “I…I’m just tired…” – you told him, staring at your shoes. The doctor turned the handle in a circle way, putting a stop to the travels. The TARDIS floated somewhere in space, slowly turning as it had come to a stop. – “I think I am just going to lay down for a bit… if you don’t mind?” – you said, getting up. The doctor shaking his head. – “Should I wake you in a while?” – he suggested. You shrugged your shoulders. – “Maybe.” – you answered trying hard to not sound so vulnerable. You left for your room in the TARDIS. The doctor gaping worriedly at you.

Something was amiss, he just couldn’t put his finger on it yet. He pressed his hands on the panel, taking a deep breath. Perhaps he shouldn’t have let you steer? He’s never done it with any other companion. Or it was a matter of something else? Had he been weird towards you? Too cheerful? He couldn’t help it that he got excited about things. About sharing his knowledge with others. Show a wider view of the world and those beyond. Maybe… just maybe he was overthinking it all.

You quickly found your way to the room. A simple room with little sense of home. Nothing made personal. As empty as a starless night sky. You set yourself on the bed, staring into the distance. Nothing but yourself and your thoughts to communicate. A tightness spreading in your chest. A knot tangling up in your throat. It became hard for you to swallow. The emotions nestling in your throat. A loud sob escaped your lips, making you grip tightly onto the matrass.

The longer you stared into the cold, empty room, the harder it became for you to keep a grip on your emotions. A wave of homesickness washing over you. You slid down the bed on the ground, back against the matrass. Knees to your chest, you started to cower. Crying at the miss of your home. You never thought leaving earth would have such an emotional effect on you. Not thinking it was possible to miss something as your home planet. Rocking yourself, you sobbed loud. A cry for home.

The doctor took a deep breath. He finally set his mind to it. He was going to check up on you. He could walk blindly to the room set aside for you. – “Y/n?” – he said with a loud knock. Hearing muffled sounds, he pressed his ear against the door. His brows furrowed trying to distinguish what it was. – “Y/n? are… are you alright in there?” – he asked pressing his hand against the frame. He opened the door, eyes wide at the sight of you crying. – “Y/n!” – the doctor called out, hurrying inside.

He fell to his knees in front of you, holding your arms. – “What happened? What is the matter? Did… did anything attack you? Is there something loose in the room?” – he fired question after question, looking frightened around. You shook your head roughly. Sniffing loud, you wiped your nose dry on your arm. – “It is silly.” – you said trying to stop crying, but you couldn’t turn the faucet off. – “It could never.” – he answered, placing his hands on your knees. You stared into his eyes, finding some comfort there. The doctor worried he might be the cause of it. – “I miss home…” – you cried out, letting your head fall into the folds of your arms. The doctor gasping silently.

Taking a deep breath, he dropped a caring hand on your head. Lifting it up, he patted your head twice. – “Are you homesick?” – he asked caringly. You nodded, lifting your head back up. – “And I feel so ashamed of it. Please doctor… I don’t want to hurt your feelings… but… I…I can’t hide it away…” – your lip trembled, seeing the softness in his expression. – “How would that hurt my feelings? Y/n there is nothing for you to be ashamed off. Missing home is perfectly normal. I miss my home too once in a while…” – he took a deep breath, composing his own nestling emotions. – “If you want, I can take you back home? I wouldn’t hold it against you. All of this can be a bit overwhelming; it is normal to wish it was back how it was.” – you wiped your cheeks dry with the back of your hand.

“No…I…I don’t want to go yet…” – you answered. The doctor curled up a tiny smile. – “Then how can I make it easier for you? What would you require to feel more at ease?” – he asked, holding his hands out to you. You took them, allowing him to help you back up. Looking around the room, one clear thought came to your mind. – “Make it feel homier?”- you suggested nervously. The doctor quirked his eyebrow up, taking a look for himself. He laughed at the blank walls. The plain room.

“I’ll do whatever I can to make the TARDIS feel like your home.” – he said moving his arms around you in an embrace. – “This is your home Y/n.” – he whispered, pressing you deeper into his hug. You hugged him back. – “Thank you… for not giving up on me.” – you answered. – “Never in a million years, Y/n.”

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t-h-i-n-g · 2 years

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max or el w 32 please?

a/n: Ello, I picked El for this just so I could add Hopper LMAO. I hope you like it

word count: 700+

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32. "Is that my shirt?"

"No touching," he grumbled.

"No touching," you repeated, nodding your head.

"I want a foot of space between the two of you at all times." You raised a brow at him, but the stern look on his face changed your mind from protesting otherwise.

"One foot, twelve inches, got it."

"I don't want you to kiss, hug, cuddle, or even look at her while you're in my house."

"Really Hop? No looking?" His brows furrowed even deeper. An uncomfortable silence passed between the two of you before said man sighed in defeat.

"Fine, I guess you can look at her. But for no longer than 20 seconds tops." You rolled your eyes before helplessly agreeing.

"Alright, alright I get it. I can't touch and only look-"

"For 20 seconds."

"Yes, 20 seconds, but let's say she comes up and hugs me. Then what?" Hopper was stumped at the question. Not really thinking about the part that El would be willing to be close to you.

"They'll be a limit to that too," he simply stated. "Also, I want the door open three inches when you're in her room. If it gets closed at any time, you lose room privileges."

"What does that mean?" You questioned.

"Means that you gotta come out here and can't leave."

"Not even for the bathroom?"

"Well obviously you can go to the bathroom. I'm a father not a monster, Y/n." You giggled lightly, leaning back into the cushions of the couch.

El had finally convinced Jim to let you stay the night. You'd think fighting interdimensional monsters together would have his trust towards you a little more solid but apparently not when it came to his daughter.

Speaking of his daughter she was currently changing into something more comfortable. You had done so previously and were guessing Eleven got some kind of talk just like you did while you were elsewhere. Just a less intimidating version of what you experienced.

"Yeah, well, I'm not gonna let you do any of it when I am here."

"You do realize me and El do all of what you said when you're not here right?" Hopper snarled at the thought.

"Fair enough," you shrugged. Just then the door opened to reveal your lovely lover herself. A light smirk grew on your features as you stood, approaching her. Taking the fabric that covered her torso between your fingers. "Is that my shirt?" You questioned in a mumbled.

"What did I just say? One foot," Hopper scolded, pointing at you while you threw your hands up in surrender taking a step back. He entered the kitchen, disappearing momentarily from view.

"You left it over when you got soaked from the water balloon fight we had with the others," she explained, taking your hand and whisking you away into her room. You hummed in response, smiling lightly.

*I'm glad I did. It looks good on you." A blush grew on her cheeks as she whispered a small 'thank you.'

The both of you sprawled out across her sheets. El laid near where you positioned yourself on your stomach. Your head rested on your crossed arms while you stared at her quietly. She reached out and brushed her thumb across her cheeks.

"What would you like to do?" Eleven asked. You shrugged.

"It doesn't matter to me. Whatever you want I'll be okay with." A smile slowly grew on her face as an idea struck her. She got up from her bed and scanned across a shelf. Pulling out an object wich she then presented to you to reveal a comic.

"Max got me this a couple of weeks ago. Could you… could you read it to me please?" You grabbed the papers from her nodding.

"Sure sounds good." Her features lit up and she placed a gentle kiss on your lips in thanks.

"What did I say, L/n? No kissing!" Hopper hollered, his head peeking through the doorway.

"I didn't do the kissing. She kissed me," you defended. Eleven giggled and settled next to your side as you open up to the first page.

"Then pull away when she does that. El you know what I said, no smooching."

"Sorry," she replied meekly. Hopper's grumbles were heard from behind the door frame. While you started with the first line...

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hxlyhoax · 2 years

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keys, please

Hopper - Byers Family x Byers!Reader

Season 2/3 ish ?

prompt

warning(s); f bomb is used twice , not stated but established relationship between Joyce and Hopper (non-canon due to that?) , Jonathan isn’t present

a/n: don’t know if I like this, but it’ll have to do.

@m-rae23

━━━━━ © hxlyhoax 2022 do not steal, post on third party sites or translate my work. I do not own the rights to Stranger Things or any of the canon characters mentioned.

You sat at the kitchen table. Will right across from you, eating the cereal you had made him. It was quiet for the most part, Tv playing lowly in the living room was the only sound echoing off the walls until Hopper spoke up, “Where are my fucking keys?” he questioned, hint of an attitude in his voice.

You just stared at him blankly, Joyce; your beloved mother just shook her head, taking a deep breath, “Hopper, please use appropriate language while Will and El are in the room.” she stated in her “mom” voice, rolling your eyes at the older man’s reply.

“May I ascertain the whereabouts of my fucking keys?”

Both you and Will spit out your cereal, getting it all over each other, making the both of you laugh more than the chiefs statement itself.

“Yn… Will…” Joyce shook her head, disappointed clear in her features, “Clean it up, don’t just sit there.”

“Sorry mom.” both you and your younger brother spoke in unison, still laughing, there was no doubt you both would be quoting that from now.

“Here, Hopper.” Eleven smiled, handing him his keys. He smiled thankfully at the younger girl, “Thanks, El.” he patted her head, while she swatted at his hand. “No.” she shook her head, furrowing her brows at the mess you and Will were cleaning up. “What happened?”

“Nothing.”

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qtssvnwoo · 2 years

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Eleven (Jane) Hopper headcanon's for seeing you as an older sister/motherly Figure!!

request: could you write headcanons about Eleven/Jane Hopper seeing you as an older sister/mother and what that entails (im sorry this is worded very poorly)

- your friendly neighborhood homosexual

Of course bae! here you go:

You guys don't know how much I love El but anyways,

Eleven would 100% confide in you for absolutely everything. It could be simple things like certain words she might not understand, or it could be bigger things like her feelings or her relationship with Mike.

She would find so much comfort in you, not having a big sister/motherly figure in her life was really hard for her so naturally it would be a breath of fresh air for her.

I could see you two going on ice cream hang outs and El just totally gushing about Mike. And you just smiling to yourself and listening to her because you love seeing her happy.

I can see El being super interested in SO MANY THINGS! One of these things could be books. So you would read to her your favorite stories at night.

Braiding El's hair while listening to and answering her many many questions.

And also shopping with El to try and help her find a style

El would love to spend time with you, and she would bring you absolutely everywhere because she wants to experience it with her.

El seeing you as an older sister/motherly figure would entail that she's super protective of you. She would do absolutely anything to protect you.

And you would do the same, always protecting El from things. whether they be super huge and dangerous things or just small things, you would always be there to protect her.

You would totally be "over protective older sister." Protecting El from bullies and making sure they don't mess with her.

It would be a super fun friendship, and El would just love spending time with you.

Remember how I said she would confide in you? She would also seek comfort in you.

You would let her cry into your chest and you would just hold her while rubbing her head and whispering that it would be okay.

And Eleven would be so grateful, she never got such reassurance so its something new and something she wouldn't trade the world for.

I fell like, eventually, Eleven would gain more confidence because you showed her how to be confident in her skin.

I can also see you dancing with each other while in the kitchen at like four am.

Speaking of kitchen, you and El would bake...A LOT

I see you teaching El how to make cookies or brownies and her just totally destroying your kitchen the first time, but after few more times she would get the hang of it.

If the party was hanging out, El would call you and ask you to pick her up from Mike's house because she wants to tell you what happened while she was hanging out with Mike.

Over all, Eleven would confide in you, and trust you with absolutely everything, and look to you for advice for everything.

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kuro-reiko · 2 years

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Hello!! Can you do a eleven/jane x reader

Strangers to friends to lovers

{ Our Journey Together }

𝙴𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗/𝙴𝚕/𝙹𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚡 𝚐𝚗! 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

genre: fluff

warnings: swearing, brief mention of a fractured nose and blood.

pairings: eleven/el/jane x gn! reader

(also byler if you squint a little)

(notes: changed the dialogue and storyline a bit. specifically the events before jane moved to california and yes i did make mike and her break up)

You walked through the city sidelines, carefully navigating through the crowd as you passed by them. Sweet home Chicago, you thought as you continued to walk until someone bumped into you from behind, causing you to bump to the person in front of you. They stopped walking making you apologized quickly, moving past them but they grabbed your wrist with a tight grip, scared that you fucked up greatly and also confused, you turn your head to fully look at them, mentally preparing another load of apologies. Those worries soon flushed away as it turned out they were a girl that looked like a year younger than you, she has fluffy brown hair carving her face perfectly accompanied by big doe eyes that reflected innocence. But she didn't look like she belonged here in the city, her clothing style seemed to only support that thought, "May I help you? I'm sorry again for bumping into you."

She seemed to contemplate but answered back, "It's alright, my name is.. Jane."

She didn't answer your question which made you even more confused yet you politely introduced yourself despite the weird and awkward atmosphere, "My name is Y/n. You look like it's your first time in the city, do you perhaps want help with directions or something?" She looked like contemplating again, "Directions.. do you know where is the directions to Kali?" You looked at her, 'She must be kidding right?' but the look she gave you didn't exactly feel like she was messing with you. "I don't know who Kali is, more so where she is right now.. but if you tell me where you last saw her, maybe I can help you?"

"Warehouse." She answered quickly which caused you to raise a brow, "Are you sure that's where you last saw her?" She nodded, "Barrel of fire, she was sitting next to it." You only shrugged in reply, "I'm sorry but I don't think I know where that is." A frown is now visible on her face as she let go, walking pass by you and now amongst the crowd. 'Well that was weird', You thought, carefully caressing the spot where her grip held you, 'And she's kinda strong.' You nodded to yourself before walking again to your original destination. Your parents informed you that all of you would move to a new place called California, the reason was unknown to your knowledge but you didn't mind it, thinking a new fresh start would be nice.

You sat on the floor, reading a book named "Cosmos" by Carl Segan. You particularly didn't pick it out of knowing about it but out of curiosity. You flipped to another page before hearing a commotion outside, mocking and laughter can be heard even through the walls. You sighed and stood up, 'There goes my peace.' Placing the book back to where it was before. 'I'm gonna lose it if it's her causing trouble again.' You groaned, pushing through doors and much to your unpleasant mood already, it was her tormenting the new student. But what caught your eye the most was the student. Those brown locks, doe eyes, and that familiar frown you swore you've seen before. Getting your mind out of your thoughts before things would start to escalate more, you spoke, walking towards the group. "Hey Angela, I don't think it's wise to be bullying her now." She looked at you with a unamused expression before smirking, "And why would that be? You've got a crush on her or something because from what I could see, you've always had eyes on stupid nerds." The people around you wooed along with some snickering in mockery towards you. "No, but people here wouldn't want to know anything about yesterday, right?" You replied with a dark tone, already near her to do anything.

Her expression changed from a smug one to fear immediately, scooting away before returning to her poker face, "Ugh- fine! fine, she's yours." Was all she said before walking away with a tsk, her group soon following her as the crowd of students that formed around both of you slowly disappeared. You sighed again as a guy that looked like the same age as her moved beside you, "Thank you for that, I'm Will Byers, Jane's brother." He said, a look of appreciation on his eyes as he took your hand and shake it. "You're welcome, I'm (Y/n). Also don't worry about it, she always causes trouble whenever someone new transfeers here." You replied, shaking his hand. He then let go and helped his sister out, both of you and her now looking at eachother in familiarity. "(Y/n)?" She asked, cupping both of your cheeks with her palms. "You still remembered my name even though I couldn't be of help?" You asked her back. She nodded and smiled as her brother looked at you both in confusion, "I somewhat met Jane while I was still living in Chicago, she was looking for looking for someone named Kali." You told him. He had a look of 'ohh' which caused his sister to giggle, letting go of your cheeks, "Though I am still wondering why you were in Chigaco and looking for someone." You told her to which she only shrugged, "I'll tell you soon." You nodded to her reply. The bell rang signaling it was time to go back to classes, disappointed you didn't read the book much during your free time but it was worth it when you saw a familiar face. "I'll see you both later then." You told them with a smile, now walking back. Will looked at Jane with a smirk, "So (Y/n) now huh?" She looked back at him with a playful glare, elbowing his stomach.

After that whole ordeal, You, Jane, and Will started to hangout more. Said hangouts included going to Rink-O-Mania and just having a good time. Though you weren't sure if this was considered a 'good time' per say, you caught a sight of Angela and her minions, ready to cause more trouble than ever with faces looking even more punchable, though you wouldn't mind actually punching her face. Michael "Mike" Wheeler, presumably Jane's ex boyfriend and Will's secret crush is also here. How'd you know about Will's crush? You accidentally listened to one of his rants when he thought he was alone. Once he found out about you learning, he got so pale he looked like a ghost which caused you to immediately apologize and tell him you didn't mind about him crushing another guy (you also gave him the best of outcomes and wishes) to which he thanked for. You nudged him with a smug smirk, causing him to blush deep red and slapping your arm causing you to laugh. Mike turned his head back to look at both of you to see what was happening, making Will blush more and reassure him that it was nothing. A look of jealousy flashed across his face before looking forward again to hear about what Jane was saying.

"Hey Angela!" Jane shouted towards her as you looked at the situation in worry and a bit of anticipation. Angela turned around smugly, looking at Jane in a pitiful stare causing Jane to get more angry, she raised her hand and smashed the end of the roller blade unto Angela's nose causing it to fracture and bleed. "Oh shit.. that's kinda hot." You mumbled, touching your wrist again, remember how tight she held it that night. "(Y/n)! Not the time." Will replied sternly as he heard you, "Ah right- yeah, sorry." You looked at him in embarrassment to which he forgave. "What did you do?!" Mike walked towards Jane as Angela started to freak out and cry, a crowd now forming around all of you. Jane looked back at him in fear, tears threathing to drop from her eyes which caused you to quickly take action. "Mike stop, what Jane did was wrong but both you and I know that she wouldn't have done this if Angela wasn't a bitch." Mike looked at you in anger for inserting yourself into both of them but once he saw how serious and genuine you were, it softened to acknowledgement. "Let's go before things gets worse." You added, both Mike and Will nodding. You grabbed Jane's hand, rubbing your thumb against the back of it in a reassuring manner. She looked at you with gratitude, making you blush a little, 'Not the right time!' You scolded yourself as you helped her stand up.

Dinner was well.. awkward, really really awkward. You got invited by Joyce to which you first declined but she insisted so you accepted it, her cooking matched with your mom's so you were glad to say the least. There were new people, both of which are Argyle and Murray. You've met and chatted with Jonathan most times but not a lot, though it does mean he isn't new to you. Jane and Mike have been awfully quiet while you and the others were just silently eating. Guess the silence wasn't that good at all for Mike as he snapped at Jane, making anger rise again in your throat but you swallowed it, not wanting to cause a scene in front of Joyce's food, the others though stared at the pair, making the tension stronger. Jane snapped back and absentmindedly grabbed my hand, dragging me upstairs to her room but not before shooting Mike a hateful glare. "J-jane?" You called out to her, startled and confused. She didn't reply, still dragging you. 'But the food..' You thought, disappointed as she opened her door and dragged you in. "What does he think he can say all of those!" She grunted, slamming the door making you flinch, 'Well shit, here we go.'

"We aren't together anymore yet he thinks and talks like we still are." She continued pacing around the room, "What if he wants you both to be together again?" You blurted out, sitting against the wall. "I- then I'm angry about it! He was the one who broke up with me and now he wants us to go back like we were before?!" She shouted, grumbling something under her breath. You stood up and made your way towards her, she stopped pacing when you were within her reach. You raised your hand and patted her head, "Just.. don't think much about it for now. You're already stressed enough, Jane." She sighed, leaning into your touch, "I know but he still gets into my nerves." You nodded in understandment. "Can you.. hug me?" She asked to which you agreed, wrapping your arms around her. She thanked you, a small blush visible on her face while you smiled in reply.

"Well that was a rollercoaster of emotions and shit." You said to yourself in bafflement, remembering what the fuck just happend in the past few days. "You'll get used to it, kid." A police officer that was presumed dead patted my back with a chuckle. You laughed back in nervousness and relief, 'At least I'm not dead.. yet.' Jane returned to your side after she hugged the officer and hugged you. "What's this for?" You asked her, "Just to calm your nerves down." She replied, kissing your cheek making you blush deep red. The officer looked at the interaction in suprise and sterness, 'Oh god.' You started to sweat in fear. "Oh right! Dad, this is my partner (Y/n)! And (Y/n), this is my dad, Hopper." He looked at you with a serious face, looking like he didn't take this too lightly. After a few agonizing seconds he just smiled, grabbing you away from Jane and hugged you. "Welcome to the family." He said, patting your back again. You sighed mentally, lucky that you have her Dad's support. "Wait you aren't mad?" Jane asked, confused yet also relieved. "I am a bit but at least (Y/n) is better than that Wheeler boy." He grumbled, letting go of you. You heard a loud, "HEY!" from afar followed by a shushing sound making you snicker. "But first," He started, grabbing both of your shoulders in a tight grip and looking at you dead in the eye, "If I ever find out you've hurt her in one way or another, it won't be that fun anymore, kid." You gulped but stood your stance, "Yes sir, I understand! I promise I won't hurt her like what Mike did." He nodded and respected your words but as the last ones you've said got processed in his mind his expression got dark, really goddamn dark. "D-dad! don't worry, we talked about it and everything is fine now." Jane reassured him but it fell into deaf ears as he let go and started stomping into Mike's direction, "I.. shouldn't have said the last part." You spoke, feeling bad for the boy. She stood next to you again,

"Yeah- you shouldn't have but did you really mean it?"

"All of it? Of course I did."

She looked at you, face red now. "Thank you." She mumbled leaning in to you. "You're welcome." You replied with a smile, leaning as well as your lips met hers. Both of you ingnoring the sounds of Mike's screaming and Will's begs.

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jjsmaybank20 · 1 year

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ameliawritesx · 2 years

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Characters I write for ! (stranger things)

it can be any gender, I don’t mind <3

requests are open !

✰彡 Eleven/Jane Hopper

✰彡 Max Mayfield

✰彡 Robin Buckley

✰彡 Nancy Wheeler

✰彡 Steve Harrington

✰彡 Jonathan Byers

✰彡 Mike Wheeler

✰彡 Dustin Henderson

✰彡 Lucas Sinclair

✰彡 Eddie Munson

✰彡 Will Byers

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sinsmockingbird · 20 days

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Hello, I wanted to drop by an offer the image of Eleven having an auditorial fixation, to such an extent that the sound of your voice is enough to get her off without you or her touching her.

NSFW Below.

Imagine making a set of asmr recordings. Or just normal recordings for her as a means of helping her relax when you are unable to be woth her, and her just putting on her headphones and melting at your voice as she relaxes.

It isn't even dirty talk that gets her off, it is just your voice in general that gets her going, each syllable pushing her closer and closer to the edge as you praise her and layer compliments upon her, all of it leading to you saying those three words she loves to hear most of all.

"I love you," and when she heats those words her vision goes white as she clenched around nothing, as her body spasms in euphoric Rapture.

And that was not even one if the special tapes you made for her to listen to you pleasuring yourself or making love to her.

Those tend to leave her overestimated and desperate for you once she hears them.

Now imagine combining this with normal lovemaking, the entire experience of you moaning her name into her ear and praising her and telling her how much you love her, all of it leaves her in what is effectively one continously orgasm from start to finish.

Well, what do you think?

I can't believe I missed this for so long! Oh god that's so hot to think about Eleven having an auditorial fixation. All you have to do is talk to her, doesn't even have to be dirty talk, you could be talking to her about your day and she'd be dripping horrendously into her underwear. And oh god, say just the right thing and you'll have her orgasming in seconds.

There have been plenty of times where she'll relax in her radio station or in her cell- OR anywhere where she's alone, where she'll listen to one of your recordings or a voicemail you left her. It's innocent at first, just her missing your voice, but the longer she listens the more her body begins to heat up.

Then she's grinding into her chair or touching her breasts through her clothes, letting out soft groans and moans. Then she's sliding a hand up her dress, rubbing her clit through her soaked panties. By the time the recording is over, she's cumming.

#*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟsins inbox #*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟsins thirsts #nomorefstogive #eleven #eleven x reader #eleven x you #path to nowhere #path to nowhere smut

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murdrdocs · 2 years

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when mike is laid between your legs for the first time, a place that’s usually occupied by jane, and he’s doing his best to please you.

he’s doing a fairly well job, licking and sucking in close proximity to the right places, and he’s taking your direction to heart.

but jane notices that he’s not getting the reactions out of you that she’s able to get. your back is barely arched, your hands limp in his hair, and your moans were way louder last week when it was just you and her.

so, she nudges him out of the way, hooks your legs up around her shoulders, and tells mike to watch.

mature mileven x reader ofc

#would’ve made this longer but it’s lunch time #milevensworld!#mileven x reader #mike wheeler x reader #jane hopper x reader #mike wheeler x you #jane hopper x you #mike wheeler smut #jane hopper smut #eleven x reader #eleven x you #eleven smut

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saidrolav · 2 years

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Hey! I don’t know if you’re still doing match ups but is there any way I can ask for a stranger things match up?

I’m like 5”6, bisexual and usually tend to dress in band shirts, cuffed jeans and oversized jackets. I usually keep my hair shoulder length but I’m trying my hardest to grow it longer.

Hobbies wise, I usually play dnd, reading crime and horror novels and drawing. I also can tarot read (to a varied extent)

Music taste wise, I listen to AC/DC, Metallica, Kiss, Scorpion and Boston (with a guilty pleasure for Fleetwood Mac and Billy Joel)

Personality wise, I’m quite outgoing and bubbly, very easy to talk to and I’m very creative. I’m also an ENTP.

Thank you! :)

Hiii thanks for your 🐧!!! I ship you with..

Eleven/Elfe!

She loves your style and would love to try your oversized jackets!! She'll love to go shopping with you because she can see what you like and she loves to have advice from you cuz she thinks you're so cool!

She LOVES dnd especially because of the others kids and Mike but you explaining every rule slowly to her is just so great, she gets to get everything and you're so fun to play with!! 🌞

She would love you to get a tarot, even tho she doesen't get it at all and she's a bit scared but she is more curioud than anything 👀

#stranger things #stranger things season 1 #stranger things season 2 #stranger things season 3 #stranger things season 4 #eleven #eleven stranger things #11 stranger things #elfe stranger things #eleven x reader #eleven x you #stranger things ships #🐧

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lixzey · 1 month

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lovelorn

luke castellan x daughter of apollo!reader

word count: 7004 words

summary: you and luke have been friends since the day the two of you met. you've had a crush on him since the two of you were fourteen; needless to say, he doesn't know about your feelings.

warnings?: unrequited love, oblivious luke, jealousy, falling for your best friend, reader writes songs and plays guitar, reader lowkey hating the girl luke likes, faking, heartbreak, reader is friends with everyone and juniper the dryad, use of nicknames between reader and luke (melody and charming), swearing, will loves his sister!!, platonic chris rodriguez x reader, platonic clarisse la rue x reader, and platonic silena beauregard x reader (chris calls her sunshine, clar calls reader sunny, while silena calls her love), mention of fainting and dehydration.

a/n: take note of every little thing in this first part, because i laid clues for what's gonna happen in part two.

August by Taylor Swift is the song she sings during the camp fire.

ONE. TWO. THREE. FOUR.

You smiled as you watched your best friend teach your younger siblings how to wield swords, which was futile, as children of Apollo tend to be better at archery than sword fighting.

But Luke was patient with your siblings, which always made you smile. Maybe it was from experience. Having a cabin full of mischievous kids tends to give experience in being patient with hyperactive children.

You were sure you could stare at him forever. Bright brown eyes full of mischief paired with a contagious, kind smile.

“Y/n, are you listening?” Dawn snapped her fingers in front of your face, pulling you out of your daze. “You’re staring at Luke again, gods, you are hopeless.”

“I wasn’t staring, Dawn,” You rolled your eyes, turning your full attention to your younger sister. “Now, what were you saying?”

“You were, you ain’t fooling me,” Dawn teased, a smirk on her lips as she leaned back against the hard stone walls of the arena. “Anyway, are we singing at the campfire tonight?”

You scowled at your younger sister, your gaze landing back onto Luke. “You’re annoying, you know that?”

“I know, but I’m still the best sibling you got,” Dawn grinned cheekily. “So, are we singing or not? Or are you just going to ogle at Luke the whole day?”

Your cheeks started to heat up, like being kissed by the sun in the early morning. “We’re going to sing, happy now?” you grumbled, averting your eyes away from the senior counselor of the Hermes cabin.

Dawn smiled triumphantly, rising to her feet. “I think I’m going to join Lee and Michael,”

You raised a brow at her. “You’re shit with a sword.”

“Yeah, but it’s better than watching you hopelessly be in love with him,” Dawn jerked her head in Luke's direction. “Frankly, it’s nauseating.”

“Shut up,” you grumbled, rolling your eyes.

Dawn snickered, starting to walk away. “I’ll leave you alone to daydream of Luke sweeping you off of your feet, leading you up the stairwell-”

“Shut up!” You snapped at your sister, who was still snickering.

“Is everything okay?” A voice you know oh so well spoke behind Dawn.

“Oh, it's nothing,” You quickly said before Dawn got another idea to embarrass you. “Dawn was just going to train with Lee and Michael. Right, Dawn?” You say through gritted teeth, making your sister chuckle.

“Yeah, I’ll leave the two of you to talk.” And with that, Dawn finally left, golden hair dancing in the wind.

“You okay, melody?” Luke asks, sitting beside you, concern etched on his handsome face.

“Yeah, I’m alright.” You smiled, trying to look genuine despite wanting to kiss him and run your fingers through his curls like it’s the end of the world.

You never wanted to be in love with your best friend. You knew the consequences of it—thanks to your friends from cabin ten's constant reminders, but your stupid heart just wouldn't listen.

You've known Luke since the night he and Annabeth arrived at camp when you were fourteen. You'd been assigned by Chiron and Mr. D to tend to Luke and Annabeth’s wounds and bruises, being the head of cabin seven and the best healer camp has to offer and all.

Luke was charming, you had to give him that, charmed you into letting him attend training one first day despite not being healed properly yet. And then, half an hour later after he left the infirmary, one of your siblings brought him in—one of his wounds that you patched up, bleeding and was unconscious after insisting that he was okay minutes ago. Annoyed, you put him on bed rest. When he woke up hours later, he insisted to be let go—wanting to prove he can be better than that Ares kid he sparred with.

“Come on, doc, I’m okay now!” Luke raised his arm, but winced at the pain beneath his underarm. “See?”

“You are going to lay in that bed and you are going to rest. Doctor’s orders.” You simply said, humming a song as you checked his wounds for any infection.

“But-”

“One more word out of you, and I’ll curse you with bubonic plague.” You said, stuffing a cube of ambrosia in his mouth, smiling sweetly at him.

Luke chuckled, raising his hands up—wincing through it—in defeat. “Alright, doctor melody.”

“What?” you asked, brow raised in confusion. “Melody?”

“You’ve been humming, you know, while fixing me and Annabeth up last night. And you did it again, just seconds ago.” Luke explained with a small smile. “Aren't the children of Apollo good at music too? Like, singing? Since he’s the god of music and all.”

“Yeah, he is,” You smiled, reaching to hold the sun shaped locket dangling from your neck. “Apollo, god of the sun, archery, art, music, poetry and a shit ton more.”

“Can you sing for me, melody?” Luke grinned, sitting up. “C’mon, it’ll make me feel better, promise.”

“I’m not gonna get out of this, am I?” You ask, laughing softly.

Luke shook his head. “I’m stubborn, I’ll just ask you again and again, so you might as well do it now, melody.”

You rolled your eyes, chuckling. “Aren’t you just charming,”

“I’m waiting, doc,” Luke teased. “I can’t wait for an eternity like the gods.”

You shook your head, a giggle escaping your lips. “Fine, fine, but do you promise to rest your stubborn ass for the night?”

Luke nodded. “Yes, ma’am!”

“Okay, here goes nothing,” You muttered, taking a deep breath. “And they called it puppy love. Oh I guess they'll never know.

How a young heart really feels and why I love him so…”

Luke started clapping his hands. “Damn, melody, that was amazing!”

“Oh, shush,” You waved a hand dismissively, feeling your cheeks heat up like the sun, as if your dad kissed you on the cheek. “I’m not that good.”

Luke raised a brow. “And I thought Apollo was the god of truth,”

“I am telling the truth,” You insisted, folding your arms over your chest.

“Whatever you say, melody.”

From then on, you and Luke have been friends. Never one without the other, the two of you made it a pact.

“Michael and Lee are getting better with swords,” Luke commented as the two of you watched your younger siblings.

“Better?” You snorted, tying your hair up in a ponytail. “They are far from getting better, charming.”

Luke reached up to mess your hair. “You saying my methods aren’t great, miss melody?” he asked, feigning annoyance.

You hit him playfully on the shoulder. “All I’m saying is those kids,” you jerked your head to Michael and Lee, who were getting ready to duel like medieval princes as Dawn laughed her ass off. “Are shit with a sword.”

“Fair point,” Luke chuckled. “Let’s just hope they learned a thing or two from me.”

“If not?” You asked with a raised brow, passing him a bottle of strawberry flavored energy drink. Your hand grazed with his, sending shivers down your spine, better than any cold could.

“At least they have you,” Luke gave you a lopsided grin, opening the bottle of red sugary liquid and bringing it to his lips to quench his thirst. You could see his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he downed the energy drink, the beads of sweat on his forehead and neck made him even—if possible—more handsome, making you gulp and look away.

“Yeah,” You squeaked out, your eyes widening at the tone of your voice, mentally slapping yourself for it. “They’ve got the best sister.”

“Damn right, they do,” Luke agreed, capping the now empty bottle. “You are the best sister Lee, Michael, Dawn, and the rest of your siblings could have, melody.”

You smiled, pushing out a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. “Thanks, charming,”

“No need to thank me, melody. I mean, it is the truth. That you are the best sister to your siblings and bestest friend to me.”

You felt your heart break a little. You wanted to be more than just being best friends with Luke. You wanted to be his muse, the girl he loves until his final breath. Maybe Aphrodite had cursed you or something, because Luke never saw you more than a friend or a sister.

“I’m the best,” You agreed, trying your best not to sound sad or anything about your feelings for him slip out.

“You hungry? I think it’s lunch time.”

You nodded, fixing your hair back up in a ponytail. “Yeah, you?”

“Starving, like I could eat a pegasus. Come on, let’s get some lunch and eat by the docks.” Luke stood up, stretching his arms and legs. “You comin’?” He asked, offering his hand to help you stand.

“Of course,” You beamed, reaching for his hand. “Let’s.”

You followed Luke out of the arena, before yelling over your shoulder. “Dawn, you’re in charge of the boys! Don’t let them die!”

“Yeah, Dawn! Don’t let ‘em die!” Luke yelled over to Dawn with a laugh as the two of you strolled away, leaving your siblings and a few other campers at the arena.

“Race you to the mess?” You challenged, a teasing grin on your face.

“Not fair, Y/n!” Luke scowled as you started to run ahead. “I just trained kids!”

“Too bad, Lukey,” You stuck out your tongue at him. “Last one there cleans the stables!”

“Oh no, you don’t!” Luke scoffed as you ran ahead of him, laughing as he easily caught up to you. “I’m not cleaning the stables!” He said, lifting you up with his strong arms and placing you on his shoulder, making you yelp.

“Put me down!” You giggled, playfully hitting his toned back.

“I don’t think so, Miss L/n,” Luke then ran towards the dining pavilion, with you still on his shoulder, screaming like an enraged harpy.

“Luke Castellan!” You shrieked, gripping his shirt for dear life, earning the amused looks of other campers. “Put me down, put me down!”

“Your voice sounds better when you aren’t screaming, you know that?” Luke commented, his pace slowing to a brisk walk.

You hit him hard on his back, again and again. “Put me down, Castellan! Now!”

“Ouch, woman, that hurt!” Luke grumbled, finally relenting and putting you down on the ground, just a meter away from the pavilion.

You pinched him on the side. “You son of a bitch!”

“Ouch!” Luke yelped, jumping slightly. “Violence is never the answer, woman!”

“Violence is never the answer,” You mocked him, rolling your eyes. “I’ll do whatever the hell I want, thank you very much.”

“Fine, fine, let’s just get food,” Luke placed his hands on his hips, catching his breath for a minute. “All that running with you on my shoulder got me extra hungry.”

“You’re the one who lifted me like I don’t weigh a thing!” You retorted, pushed him slightly. “I literally weigh like a minotaur!”

“Nah,” Luke dismissed, slinging his arm over your shoulders. “You don’t weigh that much. Stop thinking that you are.”

“Whatever,” you grumbled, making your way to the long table where all the food the dryads made for the day are served.

An array of food greets you as soon as you arrive at the table, Luke two steps behind you. There were bowls of fruit—strawberries, apples, and grapes—bread in all sorts of shapes and sizes, a container of mac and cheese (which you know has broccoli and carrots blended in to sneak vegetables in picky eaters’ food), and some other options.

“Look, there’s some waffles and pancakes,” Luke pointed to a platter of said breakfast items beside some yogurt parfaits and (tofu) sausage.

“You go get the waffles and pancakes along with some yogurt and ask Lily for some extra,” You pointed to the yellow haired dryad, Lily. “I'll go get the fruit and bread. You want some mac?”

“Nope.” Luke said, already making his way to the waffles and pancakes.

You chuckled, shaking your head before heading over to Juniper, a red haired dryad in charge of the fruit and bread.

“Hey, Junie,” You greeted, smiling at the dryad. “Got something for me?”

“Just these,” Juniper pointed to the array of pastries and bread. “Mr. D allowed the Demeter kids to get some croissants and tarts from a bakery in Manhattan.”

“Oooh,” Your mouth was already watering as you eyed the lemon and blueberry tart and those flaky croissants. “Can you put some in a picnic basket? Luke and I are going on a picnic by the docks.”

Juniper smiled brightly. “Are you and Luke going out on a date?”

You choked on your own saliva. “What?”

“You know, have you told him about your feelings yet? Are you boyfriend and girlfriend now? That’s what boyfriend and girlfriend do, right? Dates?”

“Shh!” You quickly shushed your friend. “No, I haven’t told him yet! He doesn’t know!”

Juniper frowned. “It’s so obvious you like him,”

“He’s stupid, I know.” You sighed, picking up a strawberry.

“Your siblings and those Aphrodite kids figured out you liked him years ago.” Juniper said as she filled up a picnic basket with tarts and croissants along with strawberries, grapes, and apples.

“Maybe one day,” You smiled, a hopeful look in your eyes. “When Aphrodite decides to reward me with a perfect love life.”

“I’ll pray to Aphrodite for you,” Juniper smiled, boosting your confidence up. “You deserve to be loved.”

“Thanks, Junie.”

“No worries, your secret is safe with me.” Juniper chuckled, she then passed you the picnic basket filled with food, looking almost like a cornucopia. “Here you go, packed and loaded for a picnic.”

You gave Juniper a grateful nod, mouthing a quick thank you before turning to go and find Luke, the picnic basket locked in both of your hands.

You walk towards Lily the dryad’s station, but Luke wasn’t there anymore. Instead, you walked around the large dining area, eyes scanning the place for your curly haired best friend.

When you finally spot him, your heart sinks.

Luke was talking and laughing with a girl. A girl you know to be a child of Athena, a sister of Annabeth Chase.

You felt the picnic basket in your hands grow heavy, along with your heart feeling like it’s slowly sinking into a bottomless pit.

Lacy Matthews—pretty, smart, beautiful, kind, stunning, intelligent.

Nothing like me.

Luke leaned on one of the pillars of the pavilion, eyes steady on Lacy as she discussed with him about something—probably architecture, like Annabeth would always ramble to you.

Hair gold as the sun, eyes gray as stormy clouds, skin like puff pastry, and a mind sharp as blade, no wonder Luke would like her.

You contemplate, whether you walk to Luke and disturb his talk with Lacy, or just walk to the docks alone and eat the food Juniper packed as you cry your heart out. Maybe pray to Aphrodite while you’re at it.

You sigh, taking a very deep breath, before making your way to them with shaking hands.

“Luke?” You ask as soon as you’re in earshot. “You ready for the docks?”

Lacy looks at you first, smiling sweetly at you. “Oh, hi Y/n! How are you?”

You stood there, silent for a minute. Feeling a myriad of feelings all at once, taking you over like a spirit. “I’m….okay.” you answer after what felt like eons.

“Your skin hair looks amazing,” Lacy compliments you, but it feels more like bullets on skin. “I wish I had your hair.”

You give her a tight smile, turning your attention to Luke. “Docks?” you ask, hoping he’d get the gist of it.

“Oh, Y/n,” Luke scratches the back of his head, your heart breaking another of its pieces at the mention of your name. He always calls you melody, your name feels like poison out of his lips. “Can we take a rain check? Lacy and Annabeth need help with cleaning cabin six, you know, books.”

“Tonight, then?” You ask with a shaky breath. “After the bonfire?”

“Tomorrow, l guess?”

“Uh, yeah, sure. No problem. I’ll see you? I guess.”

You quickly turned around, the basket of fruits and pastries still in your shaking hands as you made a beeline towards the nearest exit, your heart beating fast like pegasi galloping in the wind. Your eyes stinging like a fresh cut you wanted to just drown in antiseptic.

“Y/n?” You heard a small voice from behind, you whipped your head to see your little brother, Will Solace. “I cut my hand on a sword.” he mumbles, lower lip shaking like yours.

You kneel to his level, the basket still in your hands like they had their own minds, refusing to let it go—maybe hoping that Luke would reconsider and go with you to the docks instead, but you knew deep inside that it was a long shot.

“Okay,” your voice was hoarse, as if there were thorns blocking the back of your throat. “Let’s get you fixed, is that alright?”

Will nodded, blonde hair falling into his face, blue eyes hiding underneath them, making you chuckle. At least I have something else to think about for the meantime.

“Come on,” You reach your hand out for Will to take. “Let’s get some cute band aids for that cut.”

Crying on the docks would have to wait.

Will takes your hand as the two of you head to cabin seven where you keep a box of medical supplies just in case. You didn’t feel like going to the Infirmary, you were just too tired to do so.

“Why are you sad, sissy?” Will asks, big innocent blue eyes looking up at you.

“It’s nothing, I just have dry eyes. Think I need some eye drops.” You answered the younger boy, trying not to be, well, sad.

“I can feel that you’re sad, you don’t have to lie to me, sissy.” You look at your brother, how in Apollo’s name did he know? He was only seven, and wasn't even trained properly yet.

You sighed, pushing out the hair from Will’s face. “I’m just bummed.” you answered honestly, at least you tried to.

“Why?” He asks further. “Maybe I can help.”

You took a deep breath. How do you explain to a child that you are sad and hurt because the boy you like chose a girl over you, his best friend. “I’ll tell you when we get to our cabin, alright?”

“Okay,” Will agreed. “I’m gonna do my best to help you sissy!”

You tried suppressing a laugh, but failed miserably. Will was like a literal ball of sunshine. Since he arrived at camp a little over a year ago, he’d become a beacon of hope for you. You’d cling to your little brother when shit goes wrong for comfort, and he did the same, it was like you had an empathy link with him.

As soon as the two of you stepped onto cabin seven’s premises, you let Will run to his bed—he wanted to get the macaroni bracelet he made you—while you went to get your medical supplies.

“Look, sissy! I made this for you! I made one for Dawn too, and Lee and Michael!” Will excitedly showed you a blue and yellow colored macaroni bracelet. “Do you like it?”

You smiled, kissing the top of his head. “I love it,” You slipped the bracelet onto your wrist. “I’ll never take it off.” you promised the little boy—who was smiling from ear to ear.

“Okay, so are you gonna tell me now why you’re sad?” Will asked, straight to the point like an arrow through a bullseye.

You sighed, rolling your eyes playfully as you dug through your medical kit for some bandaids. “Luke and I planned earlier that we’d head to the docks to have a little picnic, but last minute…he, uh…”

“He what?” Will pushes further, peeking as you went through looking for your medical kit.

“He kinda ditched me? I don’t know if that’s the appropriate word, but instead of going with the original plan, he asked for a raincheck to go and help Lacy from cabin six clean out their cabin.”

“What’s wrong with that?” Will looked up at you as you poured antiseptic on a cotton ball, wiping it on his cut. “He’s helping others.”

“Oh, sweet baby boy,” You sighed, remembering that Will was still a child. “I like Luke—no, maybe I love him at this point. And I’m sad because I’m jealous and he chose to be with her after he asked me to a picnic that I was looking forward to, because I wanted to spend time with him.” You took a deep breath. “Even if I didn’t have romantic feelings for him, it still hurt because he picked her over me, he was my best friend first before everything.”

“What do you want to do?”

“What do you mean?” You ask, brow raised as you placed a bandaid on the cut.

“Are you mad at Luke? Do you wanna prank him because you are? Or curse him to be sick for a week?”

“William Andrew Solace!” You chastised, shocked at what he had suggested.

“What? He hurt you, he deserves it.”

“He hurt me, yes, but he does not deserve any of what you suggested, William.”

“He hurt my best big sissy, so he deserves it.” Will muttered under his breath.

“William,” You sighed, tucking behind a strand of your hair behind your ear. “What he did was wrong, as a friend. But I don’t have any right to be angry at him for liking Lacy, I’m just his friend, nothing more.”

Will’s face softened. “You deserve everything, sissy,” he then reached up, placing each of his hands on both of your cheeks. “You are the best sister in the whole world. You deserve to be loved, like the way you love me and everyone else.”

You smiled, tears stinging the corner of your eyes, your heart swelling with love from your little brother. You may not have the love of the boy you loved, at least you had your brother’s making up for it, masking up the heartbreak, even just for a little while.

“Alright,” You wiped away a single tear. “You’re all fixed.” you pat him on the cheek, wiping the sweat away on his forehead.

“I love you, sissy!” Will says as he wrapped his arms around you.

“I love you too, kiddo,” You chuckle, ruffling his blonde curls, kissing his forehead. “Go find Dawn, she’s at the arena. Watch Lee and Michael duel like idiots. Don’t tell them I told you that.”

Will nodded enthusiastically, before sprinting out of cabin seven. “See you later, sissy!”

You let out a shaky laugh, feeling the loneliness eat you up as quick as it left. Your eyes landed onto the basket with food still packed for two.

Luke still wasn’t going with you down to the docks.

You choked back a sob, grabbing the basket and your guitar and notebook from your bed before heading out to the docks. You might as well kill time until the bonfire, alone with your breaking heart.

You didn’t stop at anyone, walking straight to the beach with your guitar strapped onto your back and the basket wrapped between your arms. You just didn’t have the will to talk to anyone, even your friends and siblings.

The salty smell of the sea breeze infiltrated your senses as you approached the beach, the docks that you and Luke always hung out at nearing your view. You took a deep breath, letting the soft breeze take over you as you stepped onto the wooden platform, the waves crashing beneath it. You set down the basket, sitting beside it as you pulled your guitar to the front, your fingers lightly strumming a little tune—one you knew like the back of your hand, the song Luke always asked you to play.

“'Cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me and your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be,” You sang, trying your hardest not to just break down despite the tears you had been pushing back were threatening to spill. “Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet and you'll see me waiting for you on the corner of the street,” you sniffled softly. “So I'm not moving, I'm not moving.”

You can’t help but wonder what would Luke do when you leave camp for good. Would he be sad? That you, his best friend, gone with the wind? Or would he ask you to stay?

You wished that you didn’t know the answers to your own questions your own damn mind plagues you with. You wished that he knew he was all that you think about every goddamn night, that he was the reason for those teardrops on your guitar, that he was the only thing that kept you wishing on a wishing star.

You sighed, grabbing your blue notebook that you had slid inside the basket and the pen you had packed alongside it. You needed to let it out, even just on another tear streaked paper.

You hummed a little melody as you continued to write what you felt, your chest burning with untold stories.

“Hey, sunshine,” You heard a voice call from behind you, whipping your head around almost immediately, nearly dropping your notebook into the sea.

“Chris,” You gave him a small smile, adjusting the strap of your guitar.

“Mind if I join you?” Chris asks, walking closer to you but stops a few steps from you with a grin plastered on his face.

You quickly closed your notebook, stuffing it in the picnic basket. “I don’t mind,” You scooted to the side to give him some space to sit, your hair blowing in the gentle sea breeze.

Chris nods at you, making his way to the vacant spot beside you. “So, what are you up to?” he asks, leaning slightly back. “You weren’t at archery practice earlier.”

You shrugged your shoulders slightly. “Just wanted some time alone, I guess.” you turn to look at the basket sitting unopened beside you, wondering if you should offer Chris one of the pastries. “What about you?”

“Luke,” Chris chuckles, he rolls his eyes with a shake of his head. “Can’t stand him making out with Lacy in cabin eleven.”

“Oh.” You say, the pain and sadness slipping out in your voice, your heart, now broken completely as another fresh set of tears threatens to spill. “Well, good…good for him.”

Chris raises a brow at you, noticing the tremble in your voice. “You okay?”

“I’m okay,” You lied, wiping away the tears that spilled from your eyes, hoping Chris wouldn’t notice. “Do…do you want, uh, a croissant?”

“You are not okay,” Chris says, pulling your hand away from your face. “You’re crying, what’s wrong?”

“No, no, it’s nothing,” You sniffled, trying to assure him that you were alright, but he wasn’t believing any of your attempts to cover up what you were feeling.

“C’mon, you can tell me,” Chris tells you with a soft smile. “I won’t tell anyone, promise.”

You turn to look at him, your eyes now red and puffy, tears still streaming down. You felt numb, broken, and empty. You didn’t have the words to try and tell what was happening inside your heart and mind. All you could see, against your will, was the image of Luke kissing Lacy.

You wanted to scream, you wanted to jump onto your feet and storm over to Luke and hit him for hurting you this much, and you even wanted to just jump into the ocean and let the salty water fill up your lungs so you couldn’t breathe the same air as them.

“You like him, don’t you?” Chris asks, his smile fading.

You blink back your tears, Chris’ words echoing in your head. “I love him.” you whimper, wiping your tears away.

Chris sighs, scooting closer to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “I knew it, I figured you liked him years ago. I’ve known you and Luke long enough to know how different your looks at each other are.”

You lay your head onto his shoulder, your tears spilling still as you silently sobbed. “It’s not fair,” you mumble out. “It’s not fucking fair.”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, let it all out, it’s okay.” Chris soothes, rubbing your shoulder to comfort you. “You’re hurt, you deserve to cry.”

“Am I ugly? Unlovable?” You ask with a shaky breath.

“Hey, hey, hey, look at me,” Chris cups your tear streaked face in his hands. “You are not unlovable. You’re the kindest, most selfless, and loving person out there. You help everyone in need, you make people smile, and don’t get me started with how your music makes everyone feel. How would that make you unlovable? You are very lovable. You are loved, your siblings, your friends, everyone.”

Chris pushes strands of your hair away from your face. “And you are most certainly not ugly. You are beautiful. You are beautiful like the sun, like a sunflower, especially when you smile—radiating beauty like rays of sunshine. Luke is too fucking stupid to not realize how lucky he is to have you loving him.”

“The boy who I love is now in love with someone else,” You murmur, moving your head out of Chris’ hand, closing your eyes. “He’s the only one who's got enough of me to break my heart.”

“It’s his loss, not yours.” Chris says, rubbing circles around your back. “He’s a fucking idiot, for hurting you. Even if he doesn’t know.”

“She’s pretty, I’m n-”

“Stop it, stop,” Chris cuts you off. “You are beautiful, pretty, stunning, dazzling, whatever the hell you want to call it. Don’t you dare compare yourself to her, you are far better than her. She’s beauty and brains, but you? Beauty, brains, talent, and a big heart.”

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better,” You hiccup, wiping your tears away.

Chris scoffs playfully, shoving you slightly. “I’m trying to comfort you, woman.”

“Thanks,” You chuckle, moving your hand to the basket beside you. “Want a croissant?”

“Eating your sorrows away, huh?”

You rolled your still red and puffy eyes at him. “I’ve got a basket full of it,” You explained, bringing the basket onto your lap and opening it, the smell of the pastries mixing with the salty ocean breeze. “Luke and I planned to eat these here, but bailed on me to help Lacy.”

“That son of a bitch,” Chris grumbles, reaching for a croissant. “Wasting food and bailing on his best friend.”

“I mean, Hermes is a bitch,” You snort, picking a blueberry tart up. “So, technically…”

“Yeah, well,” Chris bites into his croissant, crumbles falling into his lap. “I’m not one to dump my best friend for a girl.”

“Not even for Clarisse?” You ask, a teasing smirk on your lips.

“Clarisse would beat me into a pulp if I did.”

You smile at Chris. “Thanks for being here, even by chance.”

“I’ll always be here for you, sunshine,” Chris ruffles your hair, making you laugh. “That’s what friends are for.”

“Thank you for making me feel important,” You took a deep breath. “I needed that.”

“You are important, never think that you aren’t.” Chris gives you an assuring smile. “So, is the tart good?”

You let out a giggle, your eyes going to the tart in your hands. “I think so,” You raise the blueberry tart to your lips for a bite, your eyes lighting up. “Mmm, gods this is good!”

Chris laughs at your reaction. “Good, huh?”

You nod, licking your lips. “It’s divine, better than cookies!” You say, taking another bite. “This is my new favorite dessert!”

“There’s the sunshine I know,” Chris chuckles, an amused look in his eyes. “The light in everyone’s lives.”

“Now you’re just fueling my ego,” You giggle, reaching for another tart.

“It’s true,” Chris insists. “Ask anyone—except Luke, ‘cause he’s an idiot—and they’ll say the same things I told you.”

You roll your eyes playfully, raising your hands in defeat. “Fine, fine,” You say through a bite of your tart. “You win.”

“I’m amazing,” Chris says with a cocky smile. “The best, even.”

You groaned playfully. “Note to self, never tell Chris Rodriguez he’s right.”

“Hey!”

You burst out laughing, nearly falling off of the dock as you leaned forward if Chris hadn’t grabbed your arm. “Sorry,” You say through fits of laughter, the sadness and hurt you felt just moments ago, fluttering away. “You get…wait,” you wheeze out, clutching your stomach. “So cocky when someone tells you you’re right, but you end up looking constipated!”

Chris gasped, feigning offense. “Take that back!”

You shook your head, laughter still coming out of your lips. “Never!”

“I hate you,“ Chris fake grumbles, an amused look twinkling in his eyes. “You’re a meanie!”

You burst out laughing, again

“Yeah, go ahead and laugh your ass off, sunshine,” Chris shoves you playfully. “It’s the best medicine out there!”

Out of breath, cheeks flushed, you leaned flat against the wood platform. “Chest hurts,” You wheezed, though still smiling.

“Well, you did laugh like a fuckin’ lunatic, sunshine.”

“How am I going to sing at the bonfire tonight?” You say through breaths, mentally kicking yourself for not bringing any water—despite being surrounded by it.

“You can do it,” Chris assured you as he laid beside you, leaving enough space that you’re not uncomfortable. “I know you can. You’re camp’s best singer, you can’t fuck up the best thing you’re good at.”

“You think so?”

“You’ve been singing for as long as we’ve been friends, sunshine,” Chris yawns, stretching his arms up. “Pretty sure, you’re gonna nail this, like you always do.

You were regretting your decision to come to the bonfire.

Here you were, sitting beside your siblings, across Luke and Lacy—arms linked together like they’d perish if they didn’t.

The mere sight of them shamelessly flirting made you want to vomit everything you ate, and maybe even your brains out. It was sickening, how Luke smiles as Lacy whispers something into his ear, her delicate fingers around his biceps.

You wanted to walk up to him and drag him by the ribbon on his left arm—which was one of Lacy’s probably, watch him burn into ashes, but decided against it. Because, one) Hestia wouldn’t approve of it, two) well, he’s still the love of your life and best friend.

It was torture for you, watching them be happy. It makes you wonder, how the hell did they get that close. They had started talking just hours ago, but now? They looked like lovers reunited after the war.

What was so special about her? You ask yourself again, even though you knew the goddamn answer. Smart, sexy, Lacy. God, she was making you crazy. Dazzling starlet, like a Bardot reincarnate. And then there you were—messy hair, paint stains everywhere, guitar string marks, flab on your belly and arms, band aids in your pockets, basically nothing like her.

Luke looks at her as if she was the sweetest thing on this side of hell, like she was the greatest thing to ever exist in this world.

Like ribbons in her blonde hair, your stomach was all in knots. She’s got the one thing that you ever wanted, wrapped around her finger without even trying.

The fire continued to burn golden-orange flames as your siblings led the song Down by the Aegean, everyone was happy and content, except for you.

Jealousy lingered around you like a moth drawn to the flame. Making it hard for you to concentrate on anything else aside from Lacy laying her head on Luke’s shoulder as he toasted marshmallows for both of them. The thought of them plagued your mind, despite trying everything to keep it away from your thoughts.

Stupid brain, stupid heart, stupid Luke, stupid Lacy, stupid love.

“Hey, sis?” A voice snapped you out of your insecure thoughts. You looked up to see Lee standing just a few inches to your right, looking at you with concern. “You okay?” He asks, his voice laced with worry. You then realized that everyone had stopped singing, and all eyes were on you—except those lovebirds who were making googly eyes at each other, as if they were the only person left on this damned world.

“Uh, yeah, I’m okay.” You say through gritted teeth, hoping no one would notice.

“It’s time for your special song, sissy.” Will nudges you from your left side.

Oh. You thought. They were waiting for you.

“Oh, right,” You chuckled nervously, reaching for your guitar from Dawn.

You didn’t know what to sing. All the thoughts and memories in your head seem to have faded into dust.

You shakily strum a chord on your guitar, your fingers gliding over the metal strings. The guitar was a gift from your dad, enchanted to play whatever you had in mind with just a few strums of your fingers.

You sigh, letting your fingers do all the work, hoping you could give the people around you your best.

I can see us lost in the memory,

August slipped away into a moment in time

‘Cause it was never mine.

And I can see us twisted in bed sheets,

August sipped away.

Like a bottle of wine 'cause you were never mine,

You sang, the words coming out of your lips so naturally, all of what you felt pouring out like water. You saw the sympathetic eyes of your friends from the other cabins—the ones who knew about your feelings for Luke.

Your siblings were trying their best not to give you the biggest hug in the whole world, especially Will, who was sitting beside you.

Some were confused as to why you were singing about some boy because you’ve never done it before. They hadn’t thought that you had feelings, too.

Back when we were still changing for the better

Wanting was enough

For me, it was enough

“Shit,” You heard someone curse from cabin nine. “The fire’s blue!”

You look up, blazing blue, meeting your eyes. Hestia’s fire had never burned blue before.

“Beckendorf, this isn’t funny!” Someone yells in the background, amongst the whispers.

“We’re not doing…..anything,” Beckendorf trails off, as if he had been silenced all of a sudden.

To everyone’s surprise, the blue—almost black—flames burning in the firepit started to get bigger and bigger, as if they were swaying to the tune as you played.

To live for the hope of it all

Cancel plans just in case you'd call

And say "Meet me behind the mall"

And finally, as you finished up the song, from the corner of your eyes, a sore sight to behold. Luke and Lacy were making out, and they couldn’t have waited to even be out of sight—barely a meter away—before devouring each other’s faces.

So much for summer love and saying "us"

'Cause you weren't mine to lose

You weren't mine to lose, no

You weren't mine to lose.

Luke grabs Lacy’s waist, pulling her closer. They looked happy, and it was tearing you apart. They were killing you slowly, like a dagger was lodged in your throat, and they were twisting it.

Cause you were never mine, never mine…

You felt tears filling your eyes like a dam, and anytime was ready to explode. But, forced them back down—at least, you tried to—hoping to save a little more dignity for your name.

Lacy has everything that you have to live without. She should hold him tight, and give him all her love. Look at him straight in those beautiful brown eyes and know she's lucky because Luke was your everything—your life, your world, everything.

As the image of them faded from your peripheral view, you stared into the blazing fire in front of you. Now, red, blue, and black flames were dancing together, almost as if Hestia could feel what you were feeling.

You sigh, placing the guitar down, feeling arms wrap around you. You look up, seeing Chris, camp necklace dangling from his neck. “I’m sorry you had to see that,” he murmurs, rubbing both of your shoulders.

“You want me to put his head on my spear, Sunny?” Clarisse asks, sitting opposite of Will. “One word from you, and I’ll skewer him.”

“You’re overwhelming her, Clar,” Chris says. “You don’t deserve this, sunshine. Yet, he doesn’t deserve you.”

“Do you want to spend the night with us, love?” Silena asks from beside Clarisse. “A little girls' night could help.”

You shake your head, the tears you’ve pushed aside spilling like an opened dam. “I’m okay,” you say, clearly lying. You knew your friends could always see through your lies.

“Come on, let’s take her to seven. She needs rest.” Your brother, Lee, interrupts. “She looks dehydrated; why the fuck is she dehydrated?”

“Language,” you weakly say, the view of the fire blurring. “Swearing, s’bad.”

“And delirious,” Dawn mutters beside Lee, holding Will close to her.

Before you could retort a reply, your vision slowly went dark, and faint voices were screaming before you completely passed out.

Luke was immediately jolted awake from his honeymoon daze by the sounds of frantic screams and yells, just a few steps away from him and Lacy.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Lacy asks, her delicate hands cupping his face, lips swollen from kissing just a few seconds ago.

“You heard that?” Luke asks, pushing her slightly to the side. “I heard screami-”

Luke cuts himself off at what he sees.

Chris is sprinting to the Big House with you, unconscious in his arms. Luke’s heart starts to beat rapidly—faster than ever before—as his legs subconsciously take him in your direction.

“Melody.”

Lacy stands there as Luke makes his way to you, huffing and arms crossed in annoyance. “What the hell, Luke!?” She yells after him, but it’s like he hears nothing.

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